#platonic jjba

[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You think your house is too depressing and you get to work to make it look much better, step by step.

─Warnings: none

Part One / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

You decided that the sad house needed some more cheerful tones, you weren't going to fix the mold or the worn paint problem, you weren't going to buy new furniture either, but you always thought that there's nothing that some decoration couldn't fix, a few books, some plants, some paintings... would make the whole scenario much less depressing.

"What is she doing?"

Pesci murmured, a little scared by your unusual behavior, you hadn't greeted him when he came in, he stared at you for a few minutes, your gaze was determined, disturbing enough for you to remind him of his leader at this moment, he had never seen you so serious in the month he had been living with you, Melone continued writing on his computer, he had been with you all the time but hadn't figured out what seemed to bother you, he shrugged, although with slight curiosity about your thoughts.

"I don't know, she's been like this for half an hour, she's started muttering to herself too."

They both looked at each other when you shrieked, running off upstairs, leaving the two men confused, you knocked happily on Risotto's door, receiving a muffled "come in" from inside, you thought he was alone but Ghiaccio and Illuso were with him, how did he let you in you assumed that either they had just finished or it wasn't something too important, anyway you walked in confidently under the watchful eyes of the three.

"Risotto, I need approval, since you are the voice of reason."

Ghiaccio seemed to scoff at that under his breath, receiving a sidelong glance from the older man that silenced him, Illuso smiled amused to see what you wanted now, he had noticed that Risotto reacted more gently around you, allowing you small, unimportant whims, he found it entertaining to watch how stupid ideas were formulated in your little head. You ramble on for several minutes about the house, how trashed it was and how ugly it looked, coming up with a list of things that could help improve the atmosphere, the aesthetics, giving details about the advantages of having a better decorated house.

"That's all bullshit! We're a bunch of murderers, not interior designers! Have you seen the house you actually live in!? There's spider webs in the corners, dirt stuck in, and a rat problem in the basement! Stupid plants won't fix any of that! It doesn't make sense!"

Accustomed to the blue's anger, you nodded in agreement, fiddling with your fingers between the papers you had, with a bubbling sensation in your chest, which swelled with courage, you hit your torso with your index finger.

"I'll take care of all those problems, but please, please...! Just a couple of plants, some paintings... there's no need to buy them, I can always steal them."

Ghiaccio let out another murmur of disagreement, he bit his lip trying to contain the explosion of emotions, but of course, he didn't succeed, Illuso smiled sarcastically at this, wanting to add fuel to the fire just for fun, you blinked at the scene, with discomfort pecking at the back of your neck, looking back Risotto seemed to want to disappear in that instant, you approached him as silently as you could, suddenly grabbing his hands, you squeezed them, bringing them together, using your other ability: puppy eyes.

He sighed inaudibly, trying to make the screams white noise in his ears, he avoided looking directly into your eyes, unfortunately you found out that your stoic boss had a bit of a weakness for cute things, so you used that to your advantage most of the time. He couldn't hold out much longer, he kicked the three of you out of his office, letting you do whatever you wanted with the supervision of an irritated Ghiaccio, since he had highlighted all the bad things about the house it would be better if he watched you do everything and checked that you did a good job.

You took it upon yourself to kick around the city in search of good cleaning equipment, you spent the whole afternoon going back and forth, searching on internet forums for better products and methods to get rid of the persistent dirt, you balanced the shopping bags in your hands, hurrying down the street because the sun started setting a while ago, the night was very beautiful, but a reminder that you didn't live in the best part of town kept you from enjoying it. When you reached the hideout the smell of food hit you hard, temporarily forgetting your main objective, your stomach demanding food after the intense shopping trip.

As you passed through the kitchen the smell of tobacco made you wrinkle your nose, but you continued on, making a vague gesture as a way of greeting Prosciutto who was wearing a pink apron to protect his suit, he only glanced sideways as he continued to stir the ladle in the pot, you dedicated yourself to setting the table without him saying anything to you, he emitted a low hum as he watched you work, he liked that you did these little things on your own since if it were anyone else he would have to shout orders for someone to move their ass to set the table. The others began to arrive little by little, although they didn't stay for long, the truth is that you had only seen them have dinner together the first time you met them, it was obviously to meet the new member, in reality most of them preferred to eat on their own in another more private place, so you only met the two brothers with Melone, sometimes Formaggio and Ghiaccio also came down to have dinner in the living room, but it was something rare, Illuso and Risotto preferred to eat quietly in their rooms always.

The next day you woke up early in the morning, with an enthusiasm that was not typical of you, your mornings used to be slow, you hated getting up early when the bed seemed to embrace you in your deepest dreams, you were always the last to get up, and yet you went back to sleep more after a good meal, Melone told you that it was not good for your body to rest more hours than necessary but you didn't pay too much attention to him. Speaking of him, you knocked on his door hoping he was awake, so it was when the door creaked revealing a newly woken up Melone.

"What are you doing up so early? Is it the day of the opposite?"

"Oh come on…" you snort, crossing your arms, you quickly denied his words, smiling slightly "I remember you said you had an old music player, can you lend it to me?"

"What do I get in return?"

A dead and lifeless look spread across your face as if you had been told the worst joke in the world, as if all your enthusiasm had been extinguished, almost imitating the boring and monotonous voice of your boss, you answered.

"Is my love and affection not enough for you?"

A giggle escaped Melone's lips, he combed his tangled hair, his index finger tapped his chin a couple of times, with an expression of concentration, he snapped his fingers as if he had had the most brilliant idea.

"You can give me a sample of your blood in exchange…" before he looked back you had bitten your finger enough for your teeth to tear the skin a little, causing a couple of drops to slip off your finger "gee that was fast, I was going to lend you the radio cassette anyway but thanks for the blood sample."

Melone would mess with you sometimes, he would make some jokes that you didn't understand since it was a little weird, you interpreted it as if he was really talking and it wasn't a little joke, you didn't mind honestly, he just told you to do some simple things for him that weren't any bother to you, although most of the time he didn't mean it seriously, you liked to be accommodating so you accepted most of the favors even if you didn't get anything in return.

Once you got the item you didn't waste a second, going back to your room to change clothes, grabbing the cleaning supplies, you went downstairs with quick steps, staggering a little due to the amount of stuff you were carrying, you almost stepped on the tail of the poor Formaggio cat, who looked at you as if you had grown another head as you passed through the living room.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" You waved your arms, trying to gesture to point at yourself, although the load prevented you from doing so, you sighed when you saw the perplexity in his gaze. "A special suit for cleaning, Ghiaccio told me that I should start with the worst, the rats in the basement."

Formaggio blinked, you were wearing a bandana over your head to cover your hair from the dust and dirt, a face mask, some goggles that looked like they were for diving, a worn and torn t-shirt and pants, yellow gloves that looked like they were a couple sizes too big, they reached almost to your elbows, plus you were carrying a bucket to fill with water, a brush, a dustpan, a mop, and a cage that could fit at least a medium sized dog along with what looked like chunks of cheese. He didn’t question anything, it was too early in the morning to ask any more questions so he just nodded, letting you do whatever you planned.

As you moved all the materials around, organizing the things you would use first, Pesci and Illuso came down to the living room to start the day, they asked some questions about what you were doing, but since you were focused on pouring chemicals into the bucket of water, you only offered them a vague answer, you didn't want to make a mess, after all yesterday you bothered Ghiaccio at night to give you a lecture about what chemicals to use for each thing and most importantly, not to mix them. You opened the door slowly, almost coming off its hinges, the basement was plunged into pure darkness, half of your body entered the room, adjusting to the darkness, some rather splintered stairs went down to the bottom where you could barely see a bunch of boxes and shelves with random objects, the smell of humidity was much stronger than elsewhere in the house, you couldn't do anything about the mold stuck to the walls but at least you could with the debris, you felt the wall looking for the light switch, you heard the click but the light never came.

"Oh yeah, the switch doesn't work, but if you go downstairs, the lamp has a cord that does work."

Pesci was the one who warned you, noticing how you hadn’t moved forward, you thanked him, offering a thumb up, carefully you slowly walked down the steps, sliding your hand along the wall because there was no railing on the other side, the wood squeaked with each step you took, warning that it was suffering with each step you took, in fact, a particularly loud ‘crack’ made you scream, your leg sank into a broken step, scraping your leg even over your clothes, your body swayed down, the good part was that your leg came out of the hole, the bad part was that you rolled what was left to the ground, luckily it wasn’t much more than five steps, even so you scraped your hands, knees and face lightly, you ignored the sting, having as a priority to turn on the damn light, you swore you heard someone shout something, but you didn’t hear it well, you knew it was just an argument between the others.

While upstairs a moment before your slip, Illuso watched as your entire body disappeared into the darkness of the basement, they didn't even go in there, sometimes they just threw things they didn't need anymore, like a trash can, it stank and the stairs would break at any moment, it was a place in the house that everyone avoided, in that line of thought, he looked at his two present companions, noticing how Prosciutto went down to go to the kitchen, he muttered.

"Hey, has anyone told her that there's a loose step?"

At that moment your scream was heard, everyone looked at each other for a brief moment, Pesci fiddled with his fingers nervously, Prosciutto massaged his temples, Formaggio grimaced at the sound, it seemed as if you had crashed into the floor, which, happened just as he imagined.

"Are you okay down there!?"

He asked without getting up from the couch, he wouldn’t dare now that his cat had taken up position on his lap and seemed tamer with him allowing him to pet her, everyone shrugged at the lack of response because they heard noises downstairs, assuming that if you hadn’t screamed for help you would be fine anyway. You let out a couple of curses due to the slight pain but got over it once you started working, taking down the necessary things ─being careful not to step on the broken stair step─ the light music humming from the player Melone had left you lightened the work somewhat, you accumulated bags of debris, threw away useless things, stacked at least five bags full of trash, but that was just general cleaning, it was just when you were scraping the dirt off one of the walls, there was a hole in it, from inside you heard small noises, footsteps, squeaks… until small eyes peeked through the gap, a rat of a considerable size growled at you.

"So this is where they come from…" you looked down, noticing how there were a couple more holes, at ground level where more of those small animals seemed to be hiding "well, I'm sorry to have to evict you, but it's necessary."

You grabbed the metal grate box, set it against the wall right where the ground-level holes ended, for the one on top you used a piece of wood that was lying around, you used it to push through the hole a little and seal it somehow, with all the trash, rotten wood and broken pieces of cement you managed to seal it up, you caged a few rats in the cage that tried to escape, you continued with the whole process until there were no more holes for them to get out through, feeling a little bad for the caged rats you gave them a piece of cheese, and went back up to let them loose on the street, a little further from your base. A few hours later the basement looked much better, the stacked boxes were put back together so they took up less space, you arranged the shelves so the place looked bigger, the musty smell still lingered in the room but thanks to the cleaning products it was much less bothersome, you tried to fix the light switch by reading some forums about electricity but you only ended up with some punctures in your hands because the electricity pricked the tips of your fingers, at least you fixed the broken step, you just put a board over it with some nails you found lying around, but it was better than nothing.

What was once a useless room, full of trash, was now a much larger and tidier space. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, shaking your clothes of excess dust, a wide smile decorated your face as you saw your progress. A house in good condition always led to better performance and more positive emotions, even though it was the hideout of a handful of assassins, they need a good work environment to perform well on missions, at least that's what you thought. You decided you were done for today, you had spent the whole morning in the basement, you just wanted to lie down, without having to do anything else for the rest of the day, your back hurt, your legs, your arms, your wounds from before stung. Yes, you deserved to eat and rest.

"Ah! It seems much less gloomy than before, we could even give it a new use."

Pesci carefully went down the stairs, he had been impatient since he heard the knock against the wooden boards, although he knew you were fine he was worried that something worse had happened to you, like if a rat had bitten you or something, he was glad to see that you were fine and that the whole basement mess was now even habitable.

"Heh, I know! We can put some armchairs here, a small table… oh! a few plants and an air freshener to end the bad smell, a lava lamp…"

You murmur imagining a completely new room, as the man had said, you could give it a new use now that it was in better condition, Pesci helped you bring up all the products, contributing small ideas for the place, also a little excited by your joy, the chat continued during the meal, Melone joined in, also infected by the excitement of having something else to do apart from looking for information about people on his computer or just lying in bed waiting for some mission.

Like a dog seeking approval after having done the smallest thing, you found yourself invading Ghiaccio's private space, his room was much colder than the others, but you didn't care about that or the man's screams to enter even when he told you not to, you were too proud of your work for his screams to matter to you.

"You still don't know what personal space is!? Stop dragging me! I told you that when I have time I will look at it, I'm busy!"

Turning a deaf ear, you continued to drag him down the stairs, Ghiaccio had tried to freeze your hand, but it only made your grip tighter, as if the cold had no effect on you, your determination at that moment seemed much stronger than his stand, as well as your strength, you seemed like a baby who grabs something and is stupidly hard to let go, even if it is a damn baby with no strength, why was your grip so strong? Ghiaccio was going to go gray with you as companions faster than he thought, he had to bite his lip, with no other option than to let himself be dragged to the basement against his will, for your own good you decided to ignore all the negative energy radiating from the blue's body or you will sink into misery like him.

"Ta-dah! Did I do a good job? Pfft- who am I kidding? I know I did a good job."

You looked nervously at Ghiaccio's face, you slowly let go of his hand, waiting for an answer, his frown seemed to soften as did the lingering sneer on his lips as he scanned the room, he crossed his arms inspecting every corner, he gave up after a minute, his usual frown decorating his features again, he turned around so he wouldn't have to face your stupid smile, if you could compete against the sun, you could win on a cloudy day.

"Yeah, good job, but there's still dirt in other areas of the house."

His tone wasn't all that hostile, though it had a hint of superiority and indifference to your actions, it served you well, you silently celebrated the man's approval, who rolled his eyes as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, without wasting any time he returned to the comfort of his room, now you were done for the day, even though it was only early in the afternoon, you wanted to waste your time doing nothing useful.

"Are you joining us (y/n)? We're just about to start another round."

"Nah I think  I'll skip playing, but I'm staying a while for that cutie."

Formaggio patted a free spot next to him on the couch with a smile, you carelessly threw yourself at his side, kicking Illuso who was on the other side, you murmured an apology, placing your body in a better position to steal the cat that was on her owner's lap, without complaints she let herself be pampered by you while the poker game between the boys began.

"Illuso stop cheating! We're betting money here, stop being an idiot."

The tanned man smiled shamelessly at Melone, who had been having bad luck, losing time after time, no matter how much he complained, he had no evidence to prove that he was cheating, which broke out into a small argument between everyone, Pesci shifted nervously in his seat, noticing how your face scrunched up and you babbled nonsense between light snores.

"Guys, can you keep it down? (y/n) has fallen asleep."

The complaints slowly faded away with light snorts and angry whispers, making Pesci sigh in relief, the game resumed with intense observation so that Illuso didn't cheat anymore.

BONUS!

The soft tapping of fingers against Ghiaccio's computer keyboard along with small taps of his right leg in a constant rhythm was the only thing that could be heard late at night, he was grading information, sorting folders and people on missions, his brow remained furrowed and his eyes stung from staring at the screen for so long, but he wanted to finish and not leave work for tomorrow. The sudden sensation of hot air hit his body, spinning deathly slow, his head seemed to do a 160º turn, biting his lip to keep from screaming in the middle of the night, who, of all the idiots would dare to enter his room without permission, without knocking?

"Ghiaccio… why can't ammonia be mixed with bleach?"

Of course it had to be you, with an unreadable expression, as dumb as ever, he put aside his bad mood when he heard you ask the stupidest question ever, his face contorted in horror.

"Tell me, for the love of god, you didn't mix the two chemicals?!"

"Umh no, no, I read that it could be harmful, I just wanted to know why and since you are the most intelligent person I know…"

A slight touch of pride made the man's expression soften slightly, with an almost imperceptible smile, although completely annoyed by the interruption of his work, he gave you a little chemistry lesson.

[bayfuzzball7050]

Jotaro and the dioh

Also headshots bc I think I nailed the rendering and bc they would make sick profile pictures

Jotaro’s holding her like this btw

Also alts where u can’t really tell the difference but it means the world to me

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

At first I loled...

...Then I serioused.

[nurssieee]

gang do we still fw fugio . gang. gang answer

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Platonic Yandere DIO and daughter reader (who was abandoned at his house as a baby)

Hi thank you for the request, this is my first platonic request so I hope it's alright.

Familial Yandere Dio

At first Dio simply wanted to leave the child where they were but something compelled him to take the child. Maybe a small part of him thinks back on his childhood and takes pity. However he has no need for the weak so he uses a fragment of the stand arrow on the baby to prove their worthiness. The child doesn't die so he decides to keep them. They'd serve him well as a stand user in due time.

He has his servants raise her, luckily she had her name embroidered on the blanket she was wrapped in, (Y/n). However she still finds a way to get his attention. At first he simply passes her back off to the servants, agitated that this child will disrupt him. However over time he softened to her, she became less of a tool to him.

Soon he would allow (Y/n) into his bedroom and read to her whatever he was absorbed in at the time. He begrudgingly accepts the child calling him "dada". As soon as she develops proper talking skills he insists on being called father instead.

Around the age of 4 to 5 (Y/n) already quite independent. Already learning stuff more advanced then what her age range would. A model child by all accounts, however despite showing an ability to see stands hers hasn't quite manifested yet. She has been put through strenuous training yet still no results. She's also spoilt, she eats extravagantly, dresses in the nicest clothes a child could wear and is given almost anything she asks for.

As she grew up, she became aware of her lack of a stand. Trying to make up for her failure but Dio assures her it will come in due time and that she does not need to make up for such a thing.

But she also becomes aware of life outside the mansion. Asking at first to accompany servants during errands which he allows but when she asks to play with other children he tells her that she shouldn't bother with such a thing, those children are beneath her. Those children would bow before them when the time came.

Eventually her stand manifests. The moment it's know, a victim is choosen for her to test her stand on. When the victim isn't harmed Dio is let down, but his initial plans of using her as another servant are far gone.

That's when she goes to the piano, something she was still a novice in but now could play it like a professional.

She is able to figure out she has the power to absorb information and skills from others. Not a powerful stand but a useful one nevertheless. A stand dubbed Gates of Babylon, a physical manifestation of her desire of knowledge.

So it becomes a regular occurrence that Dio will let her use her stand on his victims before he drinks them dry. An odd form of father daughter bonding (of course away from (Y/n)).

Still (Y/n) never quite lost interest in the outside world. One day she manages to sneak out by herself. Of course when he discovers this he's mortified, but hides it the best he can from his servants as he tells them to find her.

Of course she's found and brought back. If she has injury, even just a scrape he'll use it as justification. She's only mortal compared to him. All manner of things could happen to her. The moment that it is just the two of them he scolds her. Even goes on about how vulnerable she is and what compelled her to leave with everything she has.

Everything is a lot more tightly run. Constantly monitored, constantly given more and more things to entertain her. He's also taking more time to spend with her directly.

Telling them always that he's the only one that she should trust 100%, that people will try to harm or take advantage of her. God forbid he brings up his childhood as an example, that he actually acknowledge his prior humanity to another soul.

[mis-placedeyes]

MMMWAAAAHHHHH

[nicherayyy]

I loved your post on La Squadra with a Power teammate, can you do one with the bucci gang? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

Of course, anon!

By the way guys happy New Year!!!

Bucci Gang & Power-like teammate hcs

Bruno's still shocked he let them in the team

It all started when he saw them near the dumpster, having a fight with a stray dog for a piece of salami

And of course, with good intentions at heart he treated them for a nice and filling meal at a restaurant

Do you know the situation when you feed a stray cat and it just... never leaves?

Basically, that is what happened.

They followed Bruno around because quote "I like free food.. and your ugly-ass bowl cut is funny as hell"

Leone: ..Bucciarati, who's that punk?

Bruno: Don't even ask

Leone: Want me to take care of this?

Bruno: ...No. No need

Yeah, they let themselves into the team without any invitation

They don't feel any shame about it.

It was such a relief for Bruno to discover that they actually have a stand

Cause honestly, hanging around stand users without having a stand is kind of.. dangerous?

Bruno: So, what is your stand like?

Teammate: ...I'm not telling you

Bruno: ...Why?

Teammate: you'll need to pay me if you want to know anything about my stand

I think it'd be the same situation as with La Squadra

The teammate would not show up to any meeting

Exception: they'll show up if there's exactly the type of food they like

Or if they want to piss off Leone

One of their favourite activities, truly

But at this point Leone is immune to all the attempts of getting a reaction out of him

(The only thing he's not immune to is their smell)

Teammate: Your stand is lame

Leone: Okay

Teammate: ..And my stand is better than yours

Leone: Good for you

I think we all know that Leone would NOT seek their company

So he minimises any interaction he might have with the teammate

Same thing with Fugo and Giorno

I swear, it's the first time Leone ever agreed with Giorno

Fugo gets bonus points because he makes them take a shower at least once a week

They have no choice in the matter, either a shower or a garden hose

So.. yeah.. the teammate is too much of a headache for those three

Mista is not really fond of them either

I mean, he used to like to joke around with them

...Until the teammate found out about his numerophobia

Teammate: This cake is awesome, I could eat... let's say, at least FOUR more pieces

They make sure to say the number as loud as possible too

Narancia thinks they're kind of mean

But he still enjoys their jokes

He even hanged out with them once or twice

They made him steal a pretzel.

[tang3r1n]

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i don’t have a big blog but i sure as hell am sharing this, i’ll try and figure out how to donate at least something when i get paid, FREE PALASTINE 🇵🇸

[savesavva]

recent things🙏🙏

[smorhe]

yeehaw or smth

[randoimago]

Can you do head canons for DIO having a daughter one that’s older than Giorno please :)

Being DIO's Daughter

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): DIO

Note(s): So I didn't know if you wanted this to be the daughter growing up with Giorno or being raised by DIO so I went with the latter.

DIO

In the case that his daughter is with him, he is a protective father. His daughter gets whatever she wants. His own dad was a piece of shit and he vows to never harm her. But because of that, he can be a bit too protective at times. Which doesn't mix well considering she's a teen and the rebellious stage is hitting hard.

Honestly, he can't help being a bit impressed when his daughter develops his cunning. Hearing that she managed to sneak out causes him to kill a few minions, but he has some pride that she managed to do it. She'll be scolded when she gets back, but for now he's proud.

So, when DIO had come back, a few JoJo's had various transformations (Josuke and his fever, Giorno becoming blond). Should his daughter become very sick then DIO worries. He gives a shit about his child, of course he worries. He's questioning Enya, he's tempted to give you more of his blood, just something.

But if you do begin to go blond or just look more like him then he feels so much pride. He wasn't bothered when you looked similar to your other parent, but seeing you looking more like him makes him a bit emotional.

Imagining walking out of his bedroom with Pucci, only to catch you acting like you weren't eavesdropping because you don't know what to think of your father's new "boyfriend". It amuses DIO.

Back to speaking of DIO's protective nature, he sends you to stay with Pucci after learning that the JoJo's are coming after him. While he's confident he can take care of it, you're still a child and he doesn't want you getting involved. It's definitely one of the few times when he does really put his foot down and show you how scary he actually is. Nothing scares DIO, but the idea of his daughter being harmed terrifies him.

You get a long hug from him and a kiss on the top of your head before he sends you away with Pucci. It's the last time you see your dad, but Pucci promises that you will have a good life.

[gatitties]

Warm

─La squadra di esecuzioni x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You make some new friends on your little trip to the beach

─Warnings: none

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

When Polpo told Risotto that a new person was joining his team, he wanted to refuse, but for obvious reasons, he couldn't say no to his boss, they already had enough problems on their own, he didn't need to have Polpo watching his every move in detail. Money was already a problem, thinking about having to feed another mouth... made him grumpy for a few days, the rest of the team wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of ​​having to put up with another teammate either, what if that person is an idiot? someone who doesn't cooperate? problematic? what if that person is completely incompetent? too weak? The cloud of annoying thoughts encompassed all the members of La Squadra a week before you arrived.

Risotto found himself overthinking the situation as if it was the first time a person was thrown into the team without being able to express his opinion on whether it was a good idea or not, it happened with the majority that now make up the team, all without a vote to choose, they were forced to be the killer dogs of the mafia. But as the leader of the squad, he needed to be firm, respectable, he had to take careful steps with the new recruit, even when he preferred not to have to confront the problems between some of the members, he had to have some presence as a leader and impose himself.

But when he saw you walking through the door that day, he felt that all the weight he carried on his shoulders lightened, you were a teenager, you seemed nervous and insecure, your steps were careful like those of a prey surrounding its predator, everyone ignored you while Prosciutto led you to your room. Risotto wasn't the best at deciphering people's behaviors, he's preferred the comfort of solitude for a long time now, if he can help it, he'd rather not face other people's problems, take the fast track to fix things or ignore them until they decide to disappear somehow, but the moment his eyes fell on your hunched figure he knew you weren't going to cause him any trouble.

He had a lot of headaches because of Ghiaccio, Formaggio and Melone, a lot of confrontations, differences at the beginning of the relationships as a team, although Prosciutto, Pesci and Illuso helped establish a much more peaceful environment, he always had the final say in the discussions, he had to remain with that frown, imposing look and stand up to his full height to instill that feeling of superiority, even in moments where all he wanted to do was run away to his room to rest from all the fuss. It didn't work on you. His terrifying appearance ─as many others describe─ and his intimidating methods didn't affect you, yes, the first few weeks were uncomfortable for you, but that was until you adapted and began to create bonds with the team, despite not having to always be on guard, you never seemed to be withdrawn towards his behavior when he raised his voice in the most heated discussions between the team, perhaps because most of the time they were words not directed towards you.

"Psst Risotto are you there?"

And you found yourself in his office more than anyone else did, no one ever entered that small dark room unless he called them personally or they had an occasional question, but most of them knew how to do their job, what they should or shouldn't do, you didn't, so you preferred to ask before doing something that could be a problem, the small sofa against the wall next to the table was like a second bed for you the moment you started to gain confidence with your leader. He didn't think having someone keeping him company while he had an insufferable pile of paperwork was really a positive thing, normally he would rather lock himself away and concentrate on his tasks without distractions, in complete silence. Inevitably Risotto got used to you frequenting and perpetrating his privacy, anyway it's not like you were his shadow, you were just a little curious and he, being the oldest of the team, had most of the answers to your questions.

"Do you want a cookie? I stole them from Ghia, but he'll think it was Melone so it's okay."

"Didn't he catch you last time? You know how Ghiaccio is, if you steal from Formaggio he won't complain or yell at you."

"No, Illuso snitched because I left him without hot water to shower the day before" you laughed like an evil little elf, chewing the cookies, they tasted better when they weren't yours" Plus Maggio's taste weird, I think he has stomach problems, they're digestive and it feels like you're eating dirt."

"How do you know what it feels like to eat dirt?"

"I just know…"

He decided to continue with his work, feeling more and more frustrated because the damn computer didn't seem to pay attention to him, lately he had been having some complications, despite everything, his expressionless face remained just as impassive, and it was in these moments that he knew that not even he, who had almost perfect control over the features of his face,  could deceive you, that the lies didn't reach your ears because your senses were much stronger, enhanced by your stand, it was extremely easy to discover someone's true thoughts.

"Risotto… you're trying to copy with the windows key, you're supposed to press control c and v."

You peeked over his shoulder as soon as you knew his neutral mood was starting to mix with irritation, you too had discovered a lot of things about the team in these two months, Risotto was like a grandfather trying to understand the technologies, you took the time to make him a little list with little commands because he always seems to forget them, you even made a little doodle next to it, although the drawing looked like a deformed clown made of sticks, the only thing distinguishable was the hat with bells and the red eyes, if not, it could very well have been a random gothic clown.

After a while you always go off to do something, he's started to appreciate you spending a little bit of your time with him, it's a little reminder that he doesn't always need to be locked away in his solitude with work stuck.

"(Y/n), was looking for you."

"Hey Pesci" you quickly closed the kitchen cabinet, hoping he wouldn't see you putting the half-eaten packet of cookies back in its place "What do you want?"

"Prosciutto and I are going to the coast tomorrow, I thought you'd like to come, you can go to the beach while we take care of some personal matters."

"I'd love to! Thanks for telling me."

The man gave you a small smile, he had remembered the little chat the other day, while you were helping him make dinner, he remembered that you said that it had been a long time since you'd been to the beach and he thought it wouldn't be a problem if you accompanied them even if they went for other reasons. You made sure to leave a small backpack ready before going to sleep, the next morning you made sure to leave enough food for your little pet, although you threatened Illuso to keep an eye on it in case something happened, with everything ready, you settled into the backseat of Ghiaccio's red car, ─who only trusted Prosciutto or Risotto to drive it─ the breeze was cool, just what you needed for a hot summer day, the music in the car sounded much better than in Formaggio's old van and Prosciutto turned up the volume when he heard you and Pesci humming the song on the radio, you don't know if it was because you sang badly and he didn't want to listen to you or because he liked the song too, but it livened up the time of arrival.

"We'll be here in a couple of hours, be on time..." Prosciutto glanced at you, lighting a cigarette, waiting for Pesci to finish grabbing some things from the trunk "and watch your things, there are a lot of people with long arms around here."

You gave him a thumbs up as you checked that you had everything in order in your backpack, while they went deeper into the suburbs, you approached the beach with enthusiasm. Pesci gave you some directions, since he knew the area, you managed to get to a part where there were hardly any people, you didn't waste time, once you arranged your things, you jumped into the waves to cool off. You spent enough time in the water for your skin to wrinkle, so you decided to lie down on your towel, letting the sun dry you slowly, all your tranquility was broken when a beach ball hit your face.

"Ow sorry! Can you pass it?"

A rather unruly black-haired boy in an orange swimsuit came a little closer, waiting for you to throw back his form of entertainment, his companions waited behind, it was a quick glance, but it was certainly a group of strange people, just like your group, they all seemed so eccentric that they could be stand users, but it wasn't something that worried you too much. You smiled at the boy and quickly returned his ball, he thanked you and everyone continued with the game, this event happened at least four more times, apparently the boy was terrible at controlling the ball.

"I'm really sorry, I usually play much better, I swear, I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"Don't worry about it, what's your name?"

You threw the inflatable ball back, starting a small talk with the one you knew as Narancia until his friends yelled at him to get back in the game, it took him a few seconds to react, looking at the ball in his hands and at his friends, his eyes shining for a moment before he spoke again.

"Do you want to join? Fugo is fed up with us losing because of me, do you want to be my partner?" you looked at his group for a moment and nodded, you still had some time before the two brothers returned "Great!"

You decided not to question the swimsuits of his friends, one with green holes and strawberry print, another purple with ladybug pins on the sides, another with a tiger animal print, not to mention the man who had the swimsuit with a zipper in the middle of his… yeah, the only normal ones were the gothic man, the girl and Narancia, much simpler than the others. After a brief introduction the game began, you and Narancia were definitely not a good team, you lost almost every game, but in exchange you laughed a lot at his stumbles, unlike the others, the boy didn't know how to control his body on the sand. You were happy to receive a message from Pros warning that they would take a while longer, and would call you when everything was finished, which gave you time to have one of the craziest Uno games.

"Giorno you son of a b-" the gothic dad wanted to lash out at the blond, but a warning look from Bruno made him curl his tongue "Stop skipping me!"

Fugo stopped playing after the first game because Narancia was getting on his nerves, Mista had the entire deck of cards with him and Bruno was having a little fight with you over who won first, since Abbacchio and Giorno were too focused on their fight, Trish decided to just watch as chaos formed.

"Uno! Uno!"

Since no one was paying attention to Narancia, he almost ended up winning, almost because you all decided not to let him win, putting aside rivalries to focus on a common enemy. The buzz on your phone sounded as Mista shouted that he had won, laughing in his friends' faces, he had somehow managed to discard the large amount of cards ─which could very well have been the entire damn deck─ that he had, taking a quick glance you read the message from Prosciutto, it was time for you to go.

"Thanks for inviting me to hang out Narancia, it's been nice meeting you all, but I have to go now."

You offered them a small wave as you gathered your things, they replied briefly, your small and unexpected company had been nice, before you could leave Narancia grabbed your wrist gently.

"Hey wait, do you want to exchange numbers? We can meet up to play more times."

"Sounds good, sure."

You added your number to his phone just like he did to yours, promising to talk soon, you said goodbye again, you wiped the dry sand off your legs and headed out into the streets, abandoning the relaxing sound of the waves, on the way to the agreed upon spot you saw a souvenir shop, you debated internally for a few seconds whether to go in or not.

"I don’t think anything will happen if they wait five more minutes."

You shrugged, entering the small shop, there were a ton of pins, magnets, postcards… it had a small area for fishing gear too, but what caught your eye the most was a small camera, it looked a bit outdated, it was even on sale, maybe the reason you ended up buying it along with a magnet for your poor fridge at home, it felt bare without anything decorating it. With long steps you quickly arrived where they left you at the beginning of the day, you wanted to make a comment about why Pros seemed paler than usual, almost sick ─although still smoking─ and Pesci looked all sweaty as if he had done a triathlon, but you decided to keep quiet, clearly they didn't have as much fun as you, you noticed how the discomfort piled up on their shoulders, creating a heavy and silent atmosphere, so you took the liberty of trying to make whatever had complicated the mission for them go away.

"Pesci, Pros! Smile!"

You raised the camera just as the two turned to look at you, they could barely react when the flash momentarily blinded them, Prosciutto had a hard, darkened look, although a little lost since he wasn't expecting the photo, he was hunched over with one hand on the car door while Pesci, much more unprepared, came out with his eyes half-blinking, you also caught how some of the things he was carrying slid directly into the trunk carelessly, you, on the other hand, were occupying the lower right corner with a small closed-eye smile. The photo came out slightly overexposed, burning a little the edges where the sun illuminated the most, plus it was slightly crooked and poorly framed, you will have to practice your skills more from now on.

"Where did you get that?" Prosciutto looked over your shoulder, grimacing at himself, you hadn’t caught his best angle "Whatever, come on, I don’t want to spend any more time here, I hate the saltiness in the air."

The light music and your constant chatter about new friends made the tension in the men’s muscles disappear for the rest of the trip, focused on giving short answers or asking you questions about your day, you kept them from thinking too much about what had happened during their time in the small coastal town. The one-sided conversation was slowly fading away, your loud voice filled with enthusiasm about your free time turning into a short murmur over the music, when Pesci looked back due to how quiet you had become, he found you asleep, ─in a position that would make your neck hurt later─ it was incredible how easily your energy was drained, his brother always says he finds you passed out in the living room late at night with the TV on while teleshopping commercials light up the room, or maybe you just rest badly, the mattresses in the house are shit.

"Wake up, I'm not going to carry your stuff, we already have enough to carry on our own."

Prosciutto patted your shoulder, placing his hand down for a moment to carelessly shake you awake, he wasn’t always the gentlest at waking you up, but at least he wasn’t worse than Melone or Formaggio… they had unique ways of making your consciousness flee the world of dreams as if you were going to have a heart attack. You rubbed your eyes a little dazedly, feeling a stab of pain in your cervical spine, you ignored as much as possible the discomfort at the back of your neck, grabbing your things and waving at Ghiaccio, who had come out just when he heard you arrive to check that his car was unscathed.

You let out a satisfied sigh when you entered, everything was quiet, you quickly went to the kitchen to leave the magnet of the picturesque town, feeling proud of giving a more personal touch to the house, immediately you went up to the bathroom, you wanted to take a shower and remove the sticky layer of cream, sand and saltiness that had stuck to your skin and hair.

"Finally I can-" you watched silently as Illuso, in your room, played around and talked with that stupid squeaky voice that people put on to talk to babies or animals, with your rat, he looked back at you silently "...Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

The shadows on his face dimmed, still with your little pet in his hands, the little animal recognized you, raising one of its paws as you had taught it as a greeting, you held back a cry of pride, more focused on noticing how Illuso also seemed excited about the progress you were making with the training, although the small smile he could have vanished as quickly as it came when he turned his gaze towards you again, as if this whole situation was your fault, you closed the door again, well, you could let them spend some time together in the comfort of your room, because you know that without a doubt your room is the most comfortable and much better than the others.

"I suppose I can bother Risotto for a while…"

With a new found energy, your feet bounced against the floor, with a smile from ear to ear, you knocked on the door so familiar to you. While you often came to ask questions or to get advice from your leader on something, many other times you were just bored, and deciphering emotions from outwardly stoic people is quite fun, besides, it never hurt to help a goth with basic office problems, there was an enemy out there much worse than the traitors that Risotto had to kill almost daily, the internet.

BONUS!

"And I can share those…? Gifs? By message, you say."

Risotto looked at his phone, the small pixelated images twisted tirelessly in the small space, you had offered to give him some advice on how to use emojis, gifs or stickers, was it something useful or necessary? No, definitely a waste of time, but how funny would it be to see the faces of others when they see how their leader ─who only sends messages as if they were work emails through the group chat─ starts using emojis without context? You need to record their reactions.

"Yes, yes, and you can send it as many times as you want, in fact, if someone doesn't answer you quickly, you need to send them a lot, they will answer faster."

"I see, thanks for the help, I'll try to remember everything."

The rest of the team is not very happy when they see that they have at least a hundred meaningless messages from his boss, Ghiaccio swears that he will throw his phone against the wall if he sees another gif of an exploding kitten.

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Manga GioGio <3

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It's snow time babey

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Another silly Stardust Crusaders Imagine...

Imagine you're with the Stardust Crusaders and you're one of the only members that just loves old man Joseph's stupid dad jokes. You've basically become his adopted grandchild.

Imagine getting a minor injury in a Stand battle and Joseph uses his Hamon to heal you. He makes the end of his finger glow and does a perfect imitation of E.T. that has you giggling.

Joseph: "Oooowch!"

You: *bursting into ugly laughter which causes Joseph to laugh along with you.*

It takes him a good ten minutes to actually heal you because the two of you can take nothing seriously.

Jotaro: *Grumbling under his breath because of the second hand embarrassment of his Grandpa's cringe 80's memes.*

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Platonic Yandere Giorno and Adopted Mother (Bad seed inspired)

Familal Yandere Giorno with an adopted mother reader

Warning: mentions of child abuse

They were his teacher when he started attending school. Alway kind to their students. They noticed he had trouble integrating and brought it up with his mother who assured them that he was fine. They believe that maybe he was just shy and needed time to get used to this.

His parents were often late to picking him up so darling watched him, eventually even tutoring him so that he could speak Italian better. Deep down they felt that something wasn't right but that wasn't enough to act on.

Eventually he started coming to school with bruises and welts. At first they asked his parents. He fell over they told them but it cleanly wasn't the case. So they stopped asking and took photos, eventually reporting it. They promised him that things would get better and that he needed to stay hopeful.

So when he was removed from his parents care they offered to foster him and were accepted. He was happy to be with them and so did they. For awhile it was only them, they even officially adopted him.

However around his early teens they met someone. All seemed well until their partner was caught cheating on them. Giorno was there to console them. Offered them everything he possibly could to help them. Mentally he vowed that he would never allow anyone to do this to his mother again.

Once again it was just the two of them and everything was fine until they decided to start dating again. Giorno didn't trust this person after the previous partner they had but stomached it for them. He did keep his eye out, even stalking their partner until he knew they weren't trustworthy. The partner disappears and once again Giorno was there to comfort them in their time of need.

Shortly after his stand fully manifests. Of course they are shocked and give him a light scolding about bleaching his hair, He should have told them first so they could have helped him. He doesn't argue it as how else is he able to explain it. They can't see any issues with the job so no harm, they even admit they like how his hair looks.

With hos newfound power he starts sabotaging any chance of a romantic relationship with them. One time they catch him going through their texts and quickly takes their phone off him.

"I need my privacy Giorno, I know you're worried but I can take care of myself" they tell him

Eventually his petty sabotaging doesn't work and you end up in another relationship. They can tell Giorno isn't happy with it but they assure him that their new partner is a good person.

Perhaps the new partner catches him doing one of his shady side hustles and does him to them. They are disappointed by him and try to deter him from doing it again. It becomes evident that the new partner wants him out of the picture. Constantly finding ways to get him in trouble and suggests they send him to a boarding school to "straighten him out" they do consider sending him for different reasons, wanting him to give him some more freedom and so that he'll have a good secondary education (as highschools in italy are more similar to university / college that you study for particular professions).

He respects their decision. But after he ends up as Don of Passione He kills the partner and uses his power to hide the body. This time she's has a feeling that her partner didn't leave on their own volition and the police get involved however it quickly becomes a cold case.

Eventually Giorno returns to tell them about his accomplishments they're horrified. They had tried so hard to keep him as far away from the mafia but now he's a Don. What ever happened to their sweet boy.

He tries to sway them over. Debts are cleared. He offers them new houses and cars. Gifts them with luxuries beyond their wildest dreams but to them it all Blood money.

He just wants his mother back, he's trying to repay her for everything they've done for him. He wants to know they're safe and he can't trust another to do so.