#the answer is. i assume. gio

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

as always, if you are a bottom and i am a bottom, who is giving the strap to the plane? 😧

[perelka-l]

Archer is a starving doggie he is so starved and desperate his eyes go wide and his mouth starts watering at the mention of his boss' ankles. Also when Giovanni just like waves his hand a little, Archer practically starts shaking cos his brain goes 'PAT??? ME??? A GOOD BOY???' (it's never a pat) please he wants his boss so bad he's doing such a good job please look at him

He is properly taken care of but Archer can't help but be a bit too greedy, even considering he is in Team Rocket. That seems only fitting though, don't you think? :D

He thinks he hides his hunger well when Giovanni crosses his legs and Archer can feel an itch at his teeth when he sees boss' ankles and a tiny bit of calves, or at least he thinks he does (He does, for most of people, and Giovanni isn't one of those hehe)

(Maybe Giovanni will let him have a bite later, as a treat) (Or maybe never)

On that note, Giovanni's line of "I'm expecting great things from you, Archer" from Pokemas is definitely something he uses to push his doggie a bit further uwu "It's never a pat" I feel like you are implying something a bit more sinister and I am enjoying that thought :3

[wileys-russo]

looks can be deceiving II a.russo x reader

you all asked, here's the answer. secretly soft biker gf (au) lessi looks can be decieving II a.russo x reader

"so where's your guard dog today then?" you playfully shoved your best friend with a roll of your eyes at the question as the two of you walked across campus toward the parking lot.

"at work i think, she was gone by the time i woke up." you shrugged, not having spoken very much to your girlfriend given she was far from the worlds best texter and you'd been in exams all day.

"and you're fine with just assuming that? you don't feel the need to like check in?" your best friend asked in disbelief. "well yeah? she told me she was working today, i believe her. it's called trust, maybe you've heard of it!" you teased, smacking her arm.

"i guess she doesn't really have any friends she could be hanging round with anyway." you pinched her for the comment as the girl whined and pushed you away. "don't be rude!" you warned seriously, not accepting anyone speaking badly of your girlfriend, even your best friend.

"i still can't believe you're with her." the girl beside you shook her head as you sent her a look. "and what's that supposed to mean?" you challenged, stopping in front of her with your arms crossed. "she's so...rough?" your best friend analysed with a grimace, unable to really find the words to describe the girl you were so head over heels for.

"you're judging her without knowing her, again." you sighed, the two of you resuming your walking, having just finished your final exam for the day. "because you won't let me meet her properly! you've been seeing her for like four months and i think i've heard her say about ten words?" your best friend chastised.

"she's just independent. and every time i invite you to hang out with us you get all weird about it and make her uncomfortable!" you warned, having admittedly been trying to get the two women to spend some time together with you but so far you'd had no success at all.

"i make her uncomfortable?? she makes me uncomfortable she looks at me like she wants to stab me!" your best friend huffed. "no she doesn't, she's really sweet. plus she treats me well and makes me very happy, isn't that enough for you as my best and most loyal friend?" you gave the girl beside you puppy dog eyes who groaned and pushed your head away.

"didn't she eat the head off a bat once for a dare?" the brunette beside you asked with a grimace, you scoffed at the question. though before you could answer a new voice rang out behind you.

"yeah, was a bit crunchy though. you want me to get you one to try?" you spun around at the familiar accent, your whole face lighting up at the sight of your girlfriend. "lessi!" you beamed, jumping on her as the taller girl easily caught you in her arms.

"alessia." your best friend deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest as the soft smile which made its way to your girlfriends lips at the sight of you quickly melted away and she placed you back down on your feet.

"layla." the girl replied in the same curt tone, wrapping her arms around you possessively from behind. "well this has been rivoting. get home safe with your personal grease monkey babe, call me later." your best friend smiled at you as alessia sent her a glare over the top of your head.

"i thought you had work baby?" you turned around in her hold, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning up on your tippy toes to peck her lips. "mm i left early, perks of being the bosses daughter." alessia grinned, pecking your lips back a few times before attacking your face with kisses making you laugh.

"why? i thought you were doing that vintage chief you can't seem to stop talking about." you asked curiously, your girlfriend beaming with pride that you remembered.

"gio was getting on my last fucking nerve with it today. i had to start over twice because he kept sticking his fingers in thinking he knows better than i do, and then something falls off or apart and i'm back to square one." your girlfriend puffed air out of her nose with an annoyed grunt.

"m'sorry baby. but your dad knows you're the best though, why do you think he trusts you with all of the older engines that are more fragile? nobody can love them, care for them and bring them back to life like you can lessi baby." you reminded her softly, smiling as she pressed her face into your shoulder, likely to hide the blush you knew would be creeping down her neck at the praise.

"i hope you didn't bring your bike though. i am not getting on that death trap i already told you." you warned making the older girl roll her eyes and mock you under her breath.

"you're getting on it one day even if i have to tie you to the damn seat. but no, i have the car." alessia sighed dramatically, pulling away to take your hand as the two of you continued across the parking lot.

"god you look good in your uniform." you commented with a grin, eyes shamelessly roaming the grease stained coveralls clinging to her body, the girl working most days in her dads auto body garage working on what was her second love next to you, her beloved vintage motorcyles.

"little perv." alessia rolled her eyes and shoved your head playfully but your grin widened seeing the slight blush which coated her cheeks, as they did anytime you gave her even the slightest hint of a compliment. "after you." she was quick to open the passenger door for you, stealing a kiss as you slid in.

"such a gentlewoman." "only the very best for you baby girl."

~

"those are for you." your girlfriend nodded to a bunch of flowers sitting on her desk as she let the two of you into her apartment, closing the door and sitting down to take off her boots. "oh lessi." you melted, lips curling into an adoring smile.

"they're beautiful." you sent her a grateful look over your shoulder, moving to find something to put them in given you planned to spend the weekend here, and probably most of next week.

you had your own place, a sharehouse with two roommates, but if you were honest you stayed nights here much more than there, and that was just as alessia wanted it anyway.

her apartment was quintessentially just so her. the dark toned wood furniture, the worn in brown leather sofa draped in throw cushions and blankets that you knew she only bought once the two of you started dating to make it seem a little more 'homey'.

the olive green accents in her minimal decor choices which popped against the numerous amounts of house plants scattered around, the girl shockingly had a fantastic green thumb. then there was the countless amounts of books lining her walls, almost all classics like emily dickinson, bronte and sylvia plath.

then of course there was her baby.

the restored 1941 harley davidson which sat right in the middle of the apartment in place of a dining table, an odd sight to most but it was just so incredibly alessia for her to have it there you'd never minded.

her apartment was her safe space and her haven, littered with trinkets and engine parts and tools, but then there was the typewriter on her desk which sat right by the enormous floor to wall window which let in the most glorious sunlight in the early mornings and late evenings, the vintage cameras and the polaroids of you stuck to her fridge.

it was hers, and you felt privileged that she let you in to become a part of it.

"you're beautiful." suddenly you were turned around as you rummaged through her cupboards trying to find something to use as a makeshift vase, your body pinned to the counter as the taller girl loomed over you with a soft smile.

your hands reached up to tug her hair out which was half up in a bun, a dirty mix of black, brunette and blonde waves falling to frame her face as you tangled your fingers in the soft locks.

"you've done so well with your exams gorgeous. i'm really really proud of you, my smart intelligent wonderful girl." alessia praised with a soft smile, tenderly pulling you into a kiss as her mouth slotted perfectly with yours, her hands gently caressing your sides.

your head swam at the feeling of her kissing you. sometimes she could be rough and posessive and needy with the way she attacked your lips, but most times, like right now, she was soft and slow and tender, taking her time with you to show you how much each kiss really meant to her.

this was the alessia you fell head over heels for. the soft spoken, severely misunderstood sweetheart who wrote you poems and bought you flowers just because, who laid with her legs tangled with yours in the sunshine pouring in from her windows and read to you for hours with a voice like honey.

the girl who touched you so carefully and so lovingly as if you were made of glass and might break if she wasn't gentle enough. who taught you how to make homemade pasta and loved nothing more than to lay down with her head in your lap while you played with her hair, allowing her to let down the walls that she had built up and fortified around anyone else that wasn't you.

not the big tough tattooed biker girl with a smart mouth and a bad attitude who dropped out of school to fix engines, ride her harley and flit from party to party, never caught without a cigarette behind her ear, cocky smirk and a leather jacket on her shoulders.

granted though she was the biggest teddy bear most of the time, she did have her moments where she might live up a little more to her reputation.

if she'd had a bad day at work, maybe argued with one of her brothers over a part that was supposed to be ordered which never came which pushed back the whole job and she'd gotten the blame, then she had no issues treating you a little rougher, using you as a stress reliever in the most sinful ways for hours on end.

but then right after the walls would come crashing down again and she was back to kissing you like you could crumble at a moments notice, crawling into your arms seeking comfort and constant praise about how good she did, how much you loved her, how much you needed her and appreciated her.

"i'm gonna go take a shower." the girl hummed against your lips, pulling away and softly kissing your forehead, pushing her body off of yours. "yeah good, you smell." you teased, kicking her bum as she turned around, pulling yourself up onto the counter.

"you're lucky you're cute." alessia warned, smile tugging at her lips. "get your study in for awhile baby, i'm gonna wash my hair. and when i get back i get your full attention." the taller girl frowned with a slight pout which made you melt.

"someone's needy." you pouted back mockingly as she returned between your legs. "yeah and so what? i've missed you, been on my mind all day pretty girl." alessia confessed pressing her forehead against yours, pout deepening. "you're adorable." you grinned and booped her nose which scrunched up at the simple touch.

"tell anyone and i'll have to kill you." alessia warned, forming a gun with her fingers and pressing it to the side of your head, making a shooting noise with her mouth as she pulled the trigger, her forehead still pressed to yours.

the playful side she let out around you made you swoon, she wasn't like this even around her family and it brought you a sense of pride that you created a space where she was comfortable to be whoever she wanted.

"go study, book worm." with that she pulled away, blowing out and holstering her finger gun with a wink and retreating away.

"i'll say it again, god you look good in those dirty coveralls." you wolf whistled after her, throwing your head back with a laugh as she shook her bum at you with another wink before kicking her bathroom door closed with her foot.

~

"baaaby!" you heard your girlfriend yell out from her bedroom, glancing up from your textbook at the sudden noise. "yeah love?" you called back, scribbling down your notes as your glasses slid down your nose a little.

"can you come dry my hair for me, please?" you heard the hopeful tone in her voice and chuckled, flipping closed your textbook and standing up from her desk, padding over to her bedroom.

"thank you, i like it better when you do it." alessia admitted, stood in front of you with damp hair hanging down her back, her taller form clad only in a huge harley davidson shirt which hung down to her knees, heavily tattooed limbs on full display.

you perched yourself on the end of her bed as alessia settled down on the floor between your legs, arms resting on your knees as she handed you a brush, her hair dryer already plugged in and waiting beside her.

"have you got anymore booked in?" you asked, gently tracing the small butterfly behind her ear, the most recent in her ever growing collection of body art. "mm not yet, might finish off my moth first." she tapped to the half completed insect on her left knee.

"i wish you'd never bought that stupid gun." you mumbled disapprovingly as you brushed out the knots and tangles in her damp hair. "hey i'm getting really good now! you even said so the other day." her head craned back to look up at you, puckering her lips expectantly as you bent down to kiss her.

"that was before i looked up how common blood infections are with home done tattoos." you tutted as she faced forward again and you resumed your brushing. "i told you to stop googling anything that pops up in your mind babe, you're already a hypochondriac." the older girl chuckled, whining softly as you yanked on her hair for the comment.

"so no chance you'll let me give you one? so much clean skin to work with." alessia sighed longingly, tattooed hands squeezing your bare legs making you roll your eyes. "you've a better chance of getting me on that death trap of a bike." you teased, tapping her shoulders and holding out your hand as she passed you the dryer.

"no! its my time." alessia huffed as you tried to return to her desk once the two of you exited her bedroom, her now dry hair hanging down her back in waves. "baby i just have one more chapter to-" she cut you off with a kiss, closing your textbook and grabbing your hips, and before you knew it you were over her shoulder.

"alessia!" you laughed, reaching down to smack her bum as her shirt rode up. "oo this is new!" you whistled, pulling her shirt up further to reveal the black thong she had on underneath.

"hey you keep those hands to yourself!" the girl retaliating by smacking your own bum with her free hand before she dropped you down on the lounge. "oh wait here." she perked up, rushing off to her bedroom.

"put this on please." she held out a different shirt toward you. "why? i already changed baby." you frowned gesturing to the clothes you'd put on while she was showering. "that's mine, this is yours." your girlfriend replied, shaking the shirt impatiently in your face.

"so?" you pushed, knowing why she wanted you to change but wanting her to say it. "you know why, put it on and don't be a brat about it." alessia huffed with a roll of her eyes. "no, say it. you big ole softy!" you teased, kicking her as alessia dropped the shirt on your head.

"because its my favourite to sleep in and it doesn't smell like you anymore. happy?" the older girl mumbled as you tugged the material off your head with a satisfied grin. "very much so." you quickly changed, your girlfriend tossing the other shirt over her shoulder without a care making you roll your eyes.

"assume the position!" she shooed at you impatiently as you grabbed the tv remote, shuffling down to the end of the sofa with a smile, your girlfriend laying down with her head in your lap, her heavily tattooed legs occupying the rest of the sofa as her feet hung off the edge, which of course were clad in a pair of fuzzy black socks.

"what do you want to watch baby?" you asked pressing a kiss to her warm forehead, clicking into her netflix as your girlfriend shrugged. "anything you want gorgeous."

you browsed for a moment, alessia sighing loudly a few times to show she was becoming annoyed at the lack of attention you were showing her. pecking her lips a few times to hold her off you clicked into the proposal and placed the remote back down on the coffee table.

your girlfriend impatiently grabbed your hands and threaded them through her freshly washed hair making you chuckle. "are you going to sleep?" you laughed as you started to scratch at her scalp, watching her bright blue eyes close almost immediately. "no i'm just resting my eyes." the girl mumbled making you shake your head and press another tender kiss to her forehead.

within five minutes her breathing evened out and you glanced down with a soft smile, her ring covered fingers intertwined and resting on her stomach which slowly rose up and down as she slept.

your big scary guard dog girlfriend, the absolute sap she really was.

[aheathen-conceivably]

I really do hope Jo doesn’t cheat, even emotionally cheats, on Gio especially with a woman and her being bi.

I would hate to see a storyline perpetuating bi stereotypes (bi people are cheaters, forever craving the opposite gender of their partners) in a story I enjoy so much.

Hi there, just gunna answer this before today’s update. First let me say I understand your concern. This is something we already saw in the AU, and something I’m certainly aware of too. I’ve poked fun at other tropes Jo falls into with everyone’s character analyses, so I know it’s not the only one either.

There are times when I will tell you I purposefully write into tropes. I’ve talked about this before. It’s a narrative choice in some ways, to take the story along a path we expect only for it to go sideways at the last minute. Or, to explore how real humans are operating under these literature tropes and how we shouldn’t make assumptions on why that is or what motivates them. I’ve already said before that you’re welcome to discuss with me when these boundaries get pushed too far, although I will say that it’s hard to do before we reach the end of an arc since I can’t really discuss where the story is going without spoiling it.

Now in regards to Jo specifically, let me be abundantly clear, nothing we are about to see has anything to do with her being bisexual. This is not from repressed sexual desire or “forever craving the opposite gender.” Nor are Gio’s feelings of jealousy because his partner is bisexual. Josephine’s bisexuality is just what it implies, a sexual preference. It does not make her more likely to cheat either emotionally or physically. What makes her more likely to cheat is her own sense of the world around her and her deep rooted need to make sure Gio “knows his place.” I cannot and will not state enough that this would be the case whether or not she was attracted to both, same, or the opposite gender.

I also don’t think we need to assume that Jo doesn’t know her own moral limits. Sure, they’re extraordinarily blurry right now, but in the inverse we are functioning in the understanding of the bisexual cheating trope, so we expect her to take it too far. Again, I won’t go much further in regard to the plot so that I don’t spoil anything for you. But just know that I hear you, and I’m aware. I just ask that, although the trope is very real, we don’t let it completely color Jo’s actions so that we are unable to see her personality and how that is what contributes to the choices she’s making here.

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💬 — soupmates. Giovanni is now the sad one (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) unusually quiet — something felt weird about him for a week — etc :3

send 💬 for an angsty starter drabble! (X)

Choo Choo! All aboard the Angst Train, next stop: Giovanni!

At first, Rick didn't understand why Molly, her friends, or any of Giovanni's Boys never seemed to pick up on how...different Giovanni had been in the past week or so. He'd even asked Molly, assuming that there was something he was missing, that Gio had talked to someone about what was bothering him and that was why no one was reacting to it, but...Molly had only met his concern with confusion. She was a smart kid, so if she hadn't picked up on how odd Giovanni was acting, then perhaps Rick was simply misunderstanding the situation? He was still learning how to live a 'normal life', after all...

So, he'd tried to ignore it like everyone else seemed to be, but it didn't go away as the days ticked on, and if anything, it had gotten worse. Rick had been musing to himself on if he should say anything -after all, asking Giovanni about why the air around him always felt so odd would be the easiest way to settle the whole ordeal- when he was struck with the sudden realization as to why he could feel what others couldn't: His epithet.

They'd discovered many things about his epithet since he'd washed up on that beach; that it 'disconnected' with enough distance, that Molly's epithet could sever his connection with someone should she use it on them with the intention of dumbing down that person's epithet, and that powerful emotions could be felt along the tether without either party intending it to be.

Giovanni had been feeling so sad that it was sending feedback through Rick's epithet. He had been putting up a happy act in front of everyone else, which was why no one noticed just how wrong things were. There was a bit of irony in this realization, however, seeing that it only came about because Giovanni felt Rick's worry through that same string that tethered them together.

"Hey uh...you alright over there man? You're making my chest feel all...heavy 'n stuff." Giovanni now mirroring the worry that had him speaking up in the first place, Rick's sudden epiphany left his mouth in a matter of seconds after it had clicked into place with the prompt: "You have been pretending to be happy." Something that apparently had a ring of truth to it, if the way Giovanni's face fell as panic shot through their bond was anything to go by.

"Oh...shit. Forgot you could do the whole...thingy-do." Clarifying with a gesture to mimic the 'string' from himself to Rick, Gio tossed the controller to the game he'd been playing aside with a deep sigh. "For the record, if it wasn't for the soul-thingy, you'd have no idea." Something that was not reassuring in the slightest. How long before Rick had Giovanni been hiding his emotions where no one could see them?

"I don't want to not know." He can't fix it if he didn't know. "Do you want me to not know?" If that was the case, he'd drop it and pretend it never even happened, even if it meant having to feel that heavy weight of sadness sitting in his chest for the rest of his life. Giovanni wouldn't hide something like this without a good reason, after all, he was always reminding everyone else how important it was to share your feelings with others in order to feel better.

Giovanni...didn't seem to have an answer to Rick's question, a harsh puff of air being breathed out until it petered down into a sort of raspberry once his lips met. "It's not that I don't want you to know, I just...didn't see a reason for you to know." Something that clearly did not make sense to Rick by the look of pure confusion that fell over his face. "You are sad, what other reason would you need?" Another sigh from Gio as he ran a hand through his hair, Rick using the few moments of it's span to make his way over to his friend and sit next to him on the couch.

"It's just something stupid, you know? And I know it's stupid, so why bother? It'll go away eventually." Rick did not like this reasoning.

"It is not stupid because you are feeling it! It is making you sad, so we must fight it with the power of friendship!!" In other words, he was here, if Giovanni wanted to talk.

This impassioned declaration brought a smile to Gio's lips after a brief pause of surprise, his hair falling into his face as he shook his head with a laugh.

"Can't really argue with you there, shades." A statement that had Rick smiling himself in victory, up until he watched Gio's fall as he brushed the hair back out of his face.

"It's just...I dunno, this whole fuckin' thing is still buggin' me. I know Molly said she doesn't care that I took her, and if she did she could tell someone at school, or hell, she could just go home on her own, she knows how the subway system works better than literally anyone I know! Like I said, it's stupid, but I still worry, you know? If I'm doing the right thing..."

Flopping back against the couch, an arm slung over his eyes as he slid halfway down in the seat, Giovanni let his words hang in the air, not even daring to see what sort of look they'd brought to Rick's face. Rick himself was silent for a moment, the man being even more confused than before this conversation had started.

"You are right, that is stupid." A statement that had Gio peeking from under his arm at just how intensely it had been declared.

"Come again?" He found himself smiling despite how most anyone else might take offense to such a parroting of their self depreciation.

"It is stupid that you believe yourself to be wrong. You have not one reason to, you have said so yourself! Besides, if Molly was unhappy, I would know." So firmly stated, Giovanni didn't realize just how right those words were at first.

"Why would you...oh...oh!! The- The thingy!!!" Bolting upright with realization, Giovanni almost kicked the coffee table with the frantic scramble from his slouch.

"The Thingy!!!" Was parroted with just as much vigor, Rick's smile so bright Gio couldn't help but return it. "Molly has felt nothing but happiness even before you two began to share in my dwelling, and it has only grown each day when she returns to us from the 'school'."

"No shit? You aren't fuckin' with me just to make me happy 'n stuff?" Not that Gio believed in such a thing, not when it came to Rick, something that was only reaffirmed by the horror such a question was met with.

"I would never lie to my friends!! You would know immediately, were I to be untruthful, for the guilt would eat me ALIVE!!!" Dramatic, but it got the point across, and even got Giovanni to laugh as a bonus.

Silence fell over them after his laugh dwindled down to only a smile, long enough that Gio once again felt worry stutter across their bond.

"...Did I fix the sad?" It was so genuine, the amount of pure concern those words carried with them, that it had Gio's breath getting caught in his throat as he answered.

"You kicked the sad's ass, dude! It never stood a damn chance!" And he meant it. When it came to Rick, he couldn't lie, and their bond had nothing to do with it.

"All thanks to the power of friendship! HAHAHAHA!" A crackle of blackened magic sparked from Rick's palms as he laughed, only for it to be abruptly cut off by him jumping up from the couch to greet-

"MOLLY!!! You have returned from the school!!!!" Like clockwork, he dropped everything to greet her at the door the moment it had clicked open, Molly already smiling even before she'd stepped into their apartment.

Giovanni watched for a moment as Rick bounced around Molly like an overexcited puppy, wanting to know everything she'd learned that day to 'add to their power'. Molly only laughed, her bag being set on the table as she pulled a book from it, the girl already off on an info dump about her planned science project on, of course, bears.

Wanting in on the excitement, Gio stood from the couch to join them at the table, only the thought of how stupid he had been able to flit through his mind before it was overtaken by a rather detailed explanation on grizzlies from the cub bouncing on her heels as she showed them pages of the book.

[starry-blue-echoes]

So not an au but a hc that Gio is terrible at math

Like my boy dropped out at like 15 and i doubt he had amazing attendance before that. Is he as bad as Narancia no (but i also hc the reason nara is so bad at math is that he has undiagnosed Dyscalculia (number dyslexia))

Gio was just getting by with like 6th grade level math skills but for awhile no one finds out because gio is pretty smart in general and knows alot of history, science, and literature so every just assumes this goes for math too. That is until Narancia ask gio for help on a math problem

Nara was doing so independent study (aka fugo needed a minute to calm down) and was doing set of equations fugo had set up when he got to one he was struggling with. Not want to bother fugo before he had fully calmed down he asks Gio for help instead.

At first he just asks if he knows the answer and gio hesitates before apologizing saying he didnt know the answer off the top of his head. Which caught the attention of everyone else in the room (bruno, fugo). But didnt raise any red flags cause while it wasnt a particularly hard problem not everyone had a calculator in thier head like fugo. But then nara just hands him the paper and poor gio doesnt know how to get out of this one and just stares at the equation.

Now everyone is watching him when gio goes. “ sorry nara i cant seem to figure this one out math was never my strong suit”

Fugo: but you do know math right gio

Giorno: of course

Fugo: do you know the quadratic formula

Gio: i know plenty of formulas

Fugo: what is the quadratic formula

Gio:

Fugo: whats the square root of 16

Gio:

Fugo: how do you add fractions

Gio: carefully

So anyway narancia gets a study buddy and at first fugo had hoped gio could help keep narancia on track but it turns out theyre even more frustrating together and every lession end with at least 3 stab wounds

(Bruno is also bad at math but he gets a pass as the adult of the group, fugo is handling all the gangs finances)

Y E S

the whole time Fugo is very aggressively teaching them Bucciarati is just awkwardly standing off to the side sweating and hoping Fugo doesn’t notice-

And Fugo’s just. So Fucking Tired Please For The Love Of God Let Him Rest-

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Scp Erased Chapter 8: operation negotiation

Summary: Surrounding the hideaway, Percy and the scp agents tries to get their culprits...with surprising results.

A neon sign hung on the window of the house as the boys took a breather. Car crash sat on the couch, contemplating on how he was going to explain to his parents about the truck.

“My dad's gonna kill me…” Fred groans in his hands. Dark star and Flamethrower were comforting him, patting his back in comfort. Spike and Crusher were holding their weapons–A pair of recolored Banzai blaster peashooters, guarding the living room.

In what is assumed to be a bedroom, Molly sits on the bed while Giovanni thinks of a plan. “Okay think think think,” Giovanni mutters; Pacing back and forth “Those guys are probably from some shadow government group. Which is worse than the regular Government!”

“Boss, Please, you need to calm down.”

“And You, you must have been brainwashed or worse…hypnotized.” Gio whimpers the last part.

Molly sighs in frustration, while she understands his concern for her; she doesn’t want this to escalate even further. After the small tour Dr. Bright gave her, she needed to fix this.

“Giovanni potage!” she said in a firm tone, “I need you to calm down and listen to me…please”

Giovanni stopped his pacing and looked at Molly in shock, did she use his full name?

–

Meanwhile outside the building the two vehicles parked in front of the building as the groups got out, Dr. Clef walked towards Percy with a glare.

“You got a lot of nerves using your power on us Pal.” He growls

“You used your weapon on a vehicle which had civilians.” Percy replied calmly.

Alto and Percival were glaring at each other, their hands hovering above their weapon in case. The silence was broken when an explosion was heard. They turned to see Dr. Bright holding a rocket launcher, smoke was coming out of it as he had a reassuring look.

“Yep,” He nods, “They’re definitely using SCP-159.”

The building was still intact. Both agents looked at Jack with disbelief.

“Dr. Bright, you could have tested it another way!” Agent Tanner shouts.

The smoke cleared revealing the building unscathed. “We might have to lure them out.” Jack suggests, Putting the launcher away.

Percy went inside the van pulling out a megaphone, she adjusts the volume before clearing her throat.

“This is the sweet jazz police! Please come out with the hostage unharmed and your hands up!”

There was no answer from the other side, Bright grabs the megaphone from her.

“Attention Criminal scum!” He said, “You’re going against a rather powerful group which is a dumb choice on your part so if you don’t want to become dust give us back our stuff and the kid safe and sound.” Dr. Clef pinches the bridge of his nose while agent Tanner looks through his binoculars. From one of the windows he could see Molly holding up a sign.

“We just want 2 talk," it said, written in green crayon.

“Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright, it seems that they want to negotiate.”

—

Both groups were sitting around the table, the tension and distrust lingered in the air. Bright, Clef, and Percy were on one side while Giovanni and Molly were on the other. His boys and the agents were blocking the way, keeping their guard up.

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY MINION FROM ME!” Giovanni said, Slamming his hands on the table.

“Don’t steal from us and we won’t steal from you!” Dr. Bright said back, Clef pinching the bridge of his nose.

Molly pulled Giovanni back, “Boss, please calm down.” She said softly. He grumbles, crossing his arms like a child. “Fine…you’re lucky that bear trap is with me.”

Percy clears her throat to clear the air, making sure that the negotiation doesn’t dissolve into a battle. “It appears that there’s some explaining that needs to be done.” she said. Dr. Clef nods as he looks at Giovanni.

“Mr. Murder, We have a notion that you’ve infiltrated the foundation, stole some of the items, and released dangerous anomalies out into the city.”

He placed down files revealing security cam photos of what seem to be Giovanni and another person with him at site-19, the back of their hair was a lighter pink than Gio’s. Giovanni looked at the photo and then Dr. clef and then the photo again.

“Hmmm…I see now.” Giovanni said, rubbing his chin inquisitively. He doesn't see now. “Well it certainly sounds like something I would totally do…cept for the dangerous part.”

“We’ve already re-captured scp-173 the killer statue but the others won’t be so easy. If you could tell us where they disappear to, it would make the search easier.”

“Uhhh…well the thing is…i don’t know where they are.” Giovanni admits awkwardly. “But me and my boys can help find them.”

Dr. Clef resisted the urge to facepalm himself, he looked at the Blyndeff girl who had a pleading look on her face. She wanted to show them that Giovanni’s not a bad guy. He sighs in defeat.

“Very well then, you and your boys will be an unofficial mobile task force.”

“Oh can we call ourselves the lost boys?” Ben asks

This wasn’t gonna be an easy search.

[imaginationofomi]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Chapter Seven

☪︎

There wasn't enough aspirin in the world to cure Aubrie's migraine. She sat in front of a standing white board, looking between pictures, note cards and the red lines that connected them. It didn't make sense to her, such an odd group of people being affiliated.

She was trying to dive into their lives for clues, but Ellis was the only person with any worthwhile information online. He was still in the hospital, unconscious and unable to share anything that happened the night in question. She had yet to get in touch with his wife or daughters, and Hughes was on her ass about leaving the detective work to him and Edison, yet they weren't working fast enough for her. They should've had something solid by then. They were approaching month two since Bianca's body was found.

Staring at the brands on the women's wrist, she attempted to make sense of the braille. Madam Psycho. Harlot's Race. The Sacrificer.

"I got you coffee," an animated voice chirped. Aubrie took her eyes off of the white board and glanced at Kirsten.

"Thank you," she replied and redirected her attention. She picked at a hangnail, sighing as she grabbed Bianca's autopsy report. Her cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head, not an OD as Hughes had assumed. Madison's was the same. The third woman who she now knew to be Larissa Baldwin died of a gunshot wound to the head Aubrie knew for a fact wasn't self-inflicted.

"How's it going?"

"I've come to a screeching halt, and it's bugging the hell out of me," she admitted and rubbed her tired eyes, "I've never been this stumped on a case before. Something usually jumps out at me by this point. Bianca's autopsy is the only one with an abnormality, and it was intentional. A person that lives clean supposedly ODing? That was some sort of message. Taking a step back helped me recognize the braille, but I'm about as far back as I can get. Nothing is adding up the way I expected it to."

"Where did you start with this?"

"The club where Bianca worked, why?" 

"My mom always told me to go back to beginning whenever I was stuck on an assignment. Seeing where you started can help you gain clarity about where you are. Look at what steps you took, where you went, where you could've gone. If the answer doesn't find you, more information leading you to it will."

It was worth a shot and already on her to do list. She just hadn't found the time with the other cases on her plate, but something had to give. Aubrie's regular tactics weren't enough for the moment.

Gio hadn't come to the precinct on his own accord to drop off the surveillance tapes like he said he would. His social media let her know that he was definitely alive and well, at least up until the previous week, but he wasn't talking. Not to the cops, though she might've been able to get him to talk to her again.

Her awareness of why he was hesitant kept her from being too upset with him, though she was pissed that he flaked. They could've been farther along in the investigation if he kept his word, but once the information hit the news cycle, and when they had more to tell it would, his business would be affected. She understood the need to protect his livelihood.

Aside from the extremely mentally unstable and true crime addicts, the threat of a serial killer being on the loose in the vicinity was sure to keep people from patronizing the establishment. The sooner they got the bastard off of the streets, the better, so Aubrie needed to make the time to go back to the beginning. She couldn't listen to and rely on Hughes anymore.

"Are you up for a field trip?"

🂡🂡🂡

She wasn't a nervous individual. If there was anything Aubrie's parents prepared her for, it was life. She approached most things in stride and would just deal with any consequences later, anxiety and overthinking be damned. She wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, but walking into Sticky Fingers with Kirsten at her side, a tense ball formed in her stomach.

The irony of the situation didn't help. She'd told Kirsten not to visit unless she was prepared for what she would encounter, yet there Aubrie was, dressed to the nines and dragging the woman who's eyes were filled with amazement and questions as she signed the standard NDA and received her wristband that signaled she was a guest unable to physically interact with anyone she didn't arrive with, got her picture and a copy of her driver's license taken and walked past a table of a couple "interviewing" a potential threesome partner with their mouths and hands on a mission.

"You can do that out in the open?" Kirsten asked in Aubrie's ear.

"In that section, you can. It's for the voyeurs and exhibitionists. We're going this way." Aubrie steered her to the bar and sat in Tom's zone, "Let me know if you're feeling uncomfortable and we can leave."

"I'm....interested. I've never been in a place like this before."

"Most people haven't." They were too uptight, insecure, or just plain vanilla, "As long as you know your limit, you should be okay."

"Just don't leave me on my own." Kirsten looked around skittishly with half of a smile, "This is the club you told me about at Rosario's, right?"

"Yeah."

"I can see why you said to avoid it unless I was ready."

Behind the doors that led down to the basement and into the club, there was no need to hide. People knew they could be themselves because they were surrounded by like minded individuals. There were couples, trios, and groups engaged in different manners of activity or conversation. Kirsten's gawking stuck out like a sore thumb, alerting everyone that looked at her that she was a newcomer. Some would avoid her, some would be nice, some would make her uneasy to ensure that she didn't come back and taint the vibe for them.

"Try not to stare so much," Aubrie said gently, pulling Kirsten's focus away from a leggy woman being tugged along by her Domme with an elaborately braided leash attached to the front of her matching leather collar. The sub kept her eyes down, arms straight and bound together tightly behind her back. The positioning made her posture rigid, breasts sitting high in her corset.

"I'm sorry, but this is wild. My ex-girlfriend would shit herself if she knew I was in here. She tried to get me to experiment, and I never wanted to. Now I feel like I might've missed out."

"If you want to come back after this, Wednesdays are the best nights for beginners. They give a fun, new meaning to the term hump day. You'll be required to provide recent lab results, but it's worth the appointment, trust me."

"Aubrie! I thought you left us for good." Tom finally finished serving the people that were there before them and pushed two tequila shots across the counter with a grin, "On the house." He smirked at her and winked at Kirsten.

"Thanks. It's not that kind of party," Aubrie said back. Tom was under the impression that she was on a date, her fault for wearing a freakum dress, but she hadn't wanted to stick out in regular clothes, "Is Gio here tonight?"

"He's been sick for a couple of weeks. He said he'll be back Friday."

Gio never got sick. The man treated his body like a temple, so Aubrie was on high alert.

"Sick with what?" she asked.

"He didn't say. He sounded fine when I talked to him a couple of days ago, though. Is everything okay? You have the same look you did the last time I saw you," Tom said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You mentioned Bianca having another job and bringing Madison in from there. Do you know where else she's been working?"

"Suite Surrender. I'm starting to think the radio silence is her way of quitting. It wouldn't surprise me. The pay is superior there, but the clientele is filled with entitled assholes."

Aubrie tried not to let the truth show on her face. Gio heeded her instructions and kept the news to himself. No one knew Bianca was dead, and she felt guilty for playing along.

"Suite Surrender?"

"Don't tell Gio I said it, but we have nothing on them. The set up over there is insane."

"It's another club?"

"An adult resort. The only in the city and the best in the state. That membership fee and application process is fucking ridiculous on purpose. You have to be invited to apply. They only want a certain kind in there," Tom explained, stepping away to pour out another round for a nearby table. 

"A certain kind?" Kirsten questioned Aubrie, her mind immediately shifting to race. In a predominantly Black area, she didn't see how that kind of discrimination was possible.

Having grown up in the city and being required to learn the history of how it came to be in school, Aubrie knew exactly what Tom meant, and all of those people had two things in common; discretion and funds. "People with money, secrets and too much to lose if they were ever found out," Aubrie explained, her stomach sinking in the process. 

If Bianca was working in a place like that, a multitude of things were possible. Multiple people could be responsible. Robin Shank might've just been the tip of the iceberg. There was no telling what lie beneath the surface of the opaque waters. And Aubrie had absolutely no clue how she was going to find her way in.

[anotherfaeindreadville]

Day 2: making friends.

Day started with a heavy rain on the outside, that was kinda depressing. I looked for Gio but he wasn't at home, so I assumed he had to left earlier than my usual waking up time. As usual he did not left a note or anything. Lately I never see him, and when we're together he doesn't talk to me or even look at me, is like living with an stranger... An stranger that I still love.

I decided not to think about that, it was too early in the morning to even consider thinking about that, my morning would be ruined if I started to focus my attention into Gio and how quick he was loosing his hummanity.

So I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself a breakfast with fruits and all the treats I love, but there were no food at home, so I decided to go to the fruits market that is in the forest. It was not too far away and I still had enough time to go before work. I was walking when I saw a couple, I believe she was a demon and he was a vampire, they looked so cute together, so in love. I couldn't resist to feel jelousy of them. I had that once, I had everything once, and I lose it all.

I stopped looking at them and keep walking between the dirty road until I made it into the fruit market, so after getting all I needed I came back home and started to cook my breakfast, I was focused into that when the front door opened and Gio walked in. I waved and gave him my best smile, he just ignored me and went to the bedroom. I turned off the stove and followed him.

''Hey you, stranger, we live together but I don't see you anymore'' - I said at him trying to joke.

''Yeah, I know'' - He said without event looking at me, I was invisible to him. Or at least that's how he made me feel lately. I tried to get closer to him but he avoid me and walked away, I followed him again and this time I was ready to get an answer, even if that answer could kill my soul.

''What's going on with you? I though you loved me, you told me that, you asked me to move here with you, what the hell is wrong?'' - I remember being crying while I was screaming at him, craving for attention, craving for his hummanity.

''That was before, I don't feel anything, anymore, that's it, that's the true. I don't remember you, or my feelings, or anything.'' - Gio left the room leaving me crying like a little child in the ground. I was in shock, I heard the front door closing and I knew, in that moment I knew, he wasn't coming back, he was leaving me, abandoning me in this weird city. All by myself, all alone.

The alarm started to make noise, and shaking I turned it off, I had to go to work, it was my second day, I couldn't miss it. I don't know how but I got ready and walked under the rain until I get into the library, luckily for me there wasn't much to do. So I sit on the window watching the street, the rain, the people, the life that I did not want to keep living anymore.

Gio's words where hunting me. There were there, like a dagger straight to my heart. He left. After all the pain, all the love, all the incredible moments we had together he left. That man I used to love, no, that I still love is gone, Gio is gone, and I'm here, trapped in Dreadvile, alone, all by myself.

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

Hit him with the one-two punch, ha! He doesn't have to worry, his secret's safe with us. Also, I am burning to read that window scene. He and Gio share some commonality with the 'oh God just leave me alone' part of surviving a disaster.

I'll go ahead and answer for Cameron, for no other reason than I just want to talk about him.

5. Time for a toast! What would your character prefer to put on their toast? There are so many options!

Cameron probably wouldn't actually like toast that much. It's too...weird-feeling for him. I can see him having a lot of food-related sensory issues. Though if he couldn't eat jam/jelly right out of the container, and Lord knows his parents wouldn't let him, he'd probably settle for having it on toast.

24. What trope(s) or cliché(s) does your character fall in?

I knew, just based on how Cameron fits into the story, that I'd be grappling with the noble savage trope. I tried to subvert it; people who don't know him too well think he's a noble savage, but he's a lot more nuanced than that. At times, he can be self-serving, and he's very aware of his status as an outsider no matter where he goes and will often manipulate that to his advantage. It's less 'people would benefit from forsaking civilization and returning to the noble ways of the wild people just like this kid' and more 'this poor kid is caught between two cultures that each have their own flaws without ever really being accepted into either of them and he's been so irreparably hurt that he'll never be able to fit in anywhere at all'.

35. What is the most petty thing your character has ever done? I want all the details! Bonus: call your character over to justify their pettiness!

'Petty' is Cameron's middle name. Just kidding, it's 'Gideon'. But there's never a day in his life when Cameron hasn't been petty. He weaves double meanings into every conversation and tempers his reactions to throw people off just because he feels like it. The most petty? Working for years on end to make sure that his psyche is as confusing to his parents as possible, to give them no stability while interacting with him.

"And that is easily explainable," Cameron says in an even tone. "Many times have my parents refused to accept an answer from me until I give them a more satisfactory answer, regardless of truth. Thus, there is no point in vying for specificity or consistency. There's barely a point in interacting with them at all, and confusion ends the conversation more quickly than complacency or rebellion. Besides; they offer no consistency to me. The same behavior may result in praise or injury without warning; and yet, parents are more easily forgiven than children in the Grove."

37. What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret? Why is it so important? What lengths would they go to prevent others from finding out about it? Bonus: What would happen if the secret got out?

Cameron's deepest secret is the location of his other culture. If it were ever found out, well...he wouldn't know what would happen. But based on how badly he himself has been hurt, he assumes that his old friends and family would be hurt far worse. He'd do anything to keep it a secret, and that's his greatest weakness.

And the worst part? He's right to keep it a secret; if it ever got out, it'd be the end of a civilization. Let's hope nobody particularly nasty ends up finding it...

5, 24, and 35 from the 37 character questions for anyone in The Mice Come Out at Night? - @new-royston-cursebreakers

Thank you for the ask! I've been meaning to write more for this WIP, so I will provide as much as I have.

I decided to use Morgana as our subject for this ask! Although he has come reluctantly, he is happy to help answer a few questions about himself (as he prefers information about him be presented a certain way).

Answers are below the break!

5. Time for a toast! What would your character prefer to put on their toast? There are so many options!

Morgana likes his toast relatively Burnt with butter and cinnamon sugar sprinkled on top. According to the toast diagram, he would prefer the one in the middle bottom row.

24. What trope(s) or cliché(s) does your character fall in?

Morgana falls into the Reluctant Hero trope, aka the “Can this please be a normal field trip?” trope. Despite this, the world tends to throw some interesting things his way, which he despises at first. He just wants to “embrace Normality” and be “the most run-of-the-mill bastard you never heard of.” But we love him despite his occasional negativity and self-doubt, because he will go through juicy Character Development with his ghost pals!

35. What is the most petty thing your character has ever done? I want all the details! Bonus: call your character over to justify their pettiness!

The pettiest thing Morgana has ever done would have to be telling a cop off because he could handle falling from a 2-story building by himself. I have been meaning to write this scene, but for now, you get a piece of what Morgana has to say about this: "Why did you go and bring that up?” Morgana touches his forehead, sighing. “Look, I was so done that day. Nothing was going my way. All I wanted was a smoke, and the next thing y'know, there’s this fire crawling up the ceiling! I had to leave out the window, which drew everyone's eyes on me. I just wanted to be left alone. I wanted to disappear.”

37. What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret? Why is it so important? What lengths would they go to prevent others from finding out about it? Bonus: What would happen if the secret got out?

One of Morgana’s deepest secrets is that he tends to display repetitive behaviors such as checking multiple times if he’s locked a door, checking closets for intruders, and working himself up over creaks in the night. He has an entire routine to check his home to make sure he’s safe. It can be very tiring and he is self-aware, yet it comforts him. If this secret got out (oops), he would be mortified because he thinks people would call him a child.

“Aaand now everyone knows my secret. Thanks a lot.” Morgana is leaving the room! Oh, no, come back! I’ll make you more cinnamon toast if you want! (But not even a bribe as sweet and nostalgic as burnt cinnamon toast can change his mind now.)

Curious to see how your character would react to being bombarded with these questions, aha!

[pridecore]

tumblr user pridevore...i love your flags

hate this ask but thanks (also thank you to everyone that sent in nice asks saying they like the flags it means a lot to both of us!!!! )

[aceriee-missaceriee]

Inspired by or stealing?

‪Update: All the posts mentioned here have now been removed (February 24th)

Before I get into this I ask that if you reblog this, please go back to the original post to do so in case I need to update this post at a later time. ‬I will also put this in my Instagram stories and archive them.

This is something I had hoped I wouldn’t have to post. But apparently giving people the benefit of doubt and a chance(or many) to do the right thing, means they’ll ignore it/you and just continue in the same manner.

Long story short, back in January I accidentally came across someone who seems to have systematically taken art they like, copied/traced it and passed it off as their own on Instagram. Like I told them, imagine my surprise when Instagrams top suggestion for me was what I believe is a traced drawing of mine. They’ve grown a fairy large following and gotten numerous likes under false pretense, all off of the work of other artists. The drawing I personally believe is copied from mine had over 3k likes before they turned off showing # of likes. Another post featuring a copy of a bamf-castiel sketch was liked by Misha Collins.

I didn’t want to share this without showing everything we have gathered about this. These are just the posts where we’ve been able to find the original art. There’s a good chance there’s more, but I can’t comment on other posts than these. A friend of mine actually found one more original art just before posting this, but we haven’t been able to confirm the original artist as of yet.

I wasn’t going to make a public post about this because frankly this whole situation makes me extremely uncomfortable. They claim they’ve done nothing wrong, but did delete some posts after I contacted the original artists I could get a hold of, who I assume contacted them directly to have it taken down. They also stopped posting new content which made me reluctant to take this public. However they’ve now made a new post that’s clearly traced as well (Loiseautattoo) and I can’t in good conscience keep quiet anymore.

Before they stopped answering my dm’s they told me this was all a misunderstanding and that they always credited which clearly is a lie. They also told me that I should tell them who to credit, to which I replied I’d assume they knew better than me who’s art they’d copied. I want to point out that a lot of these pieces have the name of the artist in the image itself so there’s simply no excuse. At this point it’s way past the point of missing crediting, this is stealing. Stealing someone’s art, ideas and lines, claiming it as their own and it makes me feel sad and disappointed.

I’m not making this post so people can go after them. Please don’t do that.

My goal is simply letting people know of the situation at hand so they can make an informed decision about whether or not they want to continue to like their posts and follow this person.

The images shows the original art first, middle shows original art overlaid their post with opacity lowered and the last is their post.

Left: Loiseautattoo, Aceriee, Dorodraws

Right: comparing my piece to their post

Left: Bamf-castiel, Quercusrubra, Brightfallenstars

Right: Calamity-Annie, Kougamishinyas, Hardcoremisery

Left: Feredir, anonymous artist, JackieD

Right: Pumkinet, Fidisart, Gio

The reason I’m making this likely too long post is that I want to educate people. Too many don’t care about crediting or supporting artists. Doing what this person does is not ok! You might get away with it when you don’t have many followers and a low number of likes. But if your account grows, more people will see and the likelihood of being called out grows exponentially. Tracing or copying another artists work does not fall under ‘taking inspiration from’ and saying ’credit to the artist/owner’ is not giving credit. You will be hard pressed to find an artist who hasn’t traced something at some point in their life, and tracing can be a great tool to improve your skills. But even if you’re super proud of the end result, it’s not ok to post it on social media, claiming it as your own by not stating specifically that this is traced and who or where the original is from.

If you enjoy looking at art and fan art I ask you to keep your eyes open. If you come across someone who post new art multiple times a day, or you notice they have very inconsistent styles in different drawings there’s a good chance that the owner of the account is not the owner of the content they post. If you find yourself suspicious, please do some digging, don’t accuse or call out anyone unless you are sure. And if you find these words hitting a bit too close to home; do better! Don’t steal from fellow artists! It makes me especially angry to see someone piggyback off of years of fanart stolen from within the community because we’re a small community and I admire every single person that have put the time and effort into making art that they’ve shared with the fandom over the years. And that is why I’m making this post even if don’t want to and it makes me highly uncomfortable to do so.

[earthbovndmisfit]

How do you think Speedwagon would have reacted to Giorno? On one hand, there's that whole mess with Dio, but on the other... Giorno acts so much like Jonathan sometimes. He even has Hamon-like powers

I love to think Speedwagon might have seen himself in Giorno too. They'd probably be friends!

(Also I replied to your ask a while back, I hope you saw it!)

I'm gonna clarify this first since it's gonna play a role in my answer but, despite the fandom often considering Giorno as "Jonathan's son too", in reality and canonly, Giorno is Dio's son. Araki has confirmed this in some interviews, and also every canon Giorno bio also specifies that he is Dio's son (he is biologically a Joestar since Jonathan's body was "used" merely as an instrument, and also officially/legally because Dio became a Joestar when he was legally adopted by George I in PB).

With that established, I feel like Giorno and Speedwagon would get along incredibly well! Speedwagon would be SHOCKED at first because, well, it was thanks to Dio surviving again and stealing Jonathan's corpse that Giorno eventually came to exist. He would be very wary at first too due to Giorno being Dio's son and all the potential implications of that (I mean, the Brando family isn't precisely known for being friendly and kind). Sooner than later though, Spw's acute nose would tell him that, unlike Dio and his rancid vibes, Giorno seems to be a good kid. Once he learns about his background, the fact that Dio """"surprisingly"""" never was part of his life, Gio's relationship (or lack thereof) with his mother, and etc, I feel like Speedwagon would come to feel sympathy for the kid and, like you said, he'd come to see himself in him to some extent. I headcanon that Speedwagon was orphaned as a child, so he definitely knows the pain and suffering that comes as a result of missing one or both parental figures, being thrown into the world on your own and having to grow up quicker than most and having to fend for yourself from such a tender age. It is also implied that he went through several bad experiences with people from upper classes, loathing them to the point where he doesn't mind cutting a bitch down to shreds for something as "simple" as setting foot in his territory and etc, so its safe to assume that different forms of abuse have been a constant in some points of his life, similar in some way to what Giorno had to face since he was a child as well from his neglectful mother and step-father, feeling like he was all alone and no one to look after him.

Then there's also the fact that both have resorted to crime as a result of their less than fortunate backgrounds and also their approach to that as well. Survival of the fittest is one of the best ways you can describe what living in Ogre Street is like, and it was kind of a similar scenario for Giorno despite the latter growing up in a less hostile environment in general. Giorno and him both seem protective of those who they hold dear, showing a deep sense of gratitude towards those who selflessly help them and, eventually, using their acquired power to ensure the wellbeing of others, usually their loved ones. They are also both very determined guys, hard working, coming across as friendly/amicable if you're on good terms with them but having this "no shit taking" policy that they stick closely to, ready to throw hands if they have to.

And lets not forget that Speedwagon would definitely remind Giorno of a very special certain someone....

Not only because of their general looks and appearance, but also in some aspects of their personality, traits and flaws, the fact that they're both some gang lords and etc.

I really feel like the connection would be almost immediate (once they get past the "shocked" stage), not forced, and 100% organic. They would get along really well, and I can see Speedwagon going fucking bonkers once he sees what Golden Experience can do (and I can't help but think it would be a similar case with Jonathan lol), if he somehow manages to see stands as, sadly, only stand users can see stands, but heeeeeeey, it's a bizarre universe so, who knows? Maybe they can find a way?? There's the stand arrow after all...

@untitledfredd8

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (12)

all parts in the master list

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It was easier before, when he wasn’t aware of his feelings and even when he wasn’t allowing them to come to the surface, but now that he acknowledged their presence, she was fucking everywhere. 

He’d be out at a bar or restaurant with his friends and “she” would be seated at a table across the room. At the grocery store or gas station, “she” was checking out or pumping gas. She was never there, though. He hadn’t actually seen her since she came up to his apartment to talk, four days ago, and he’d been looking for her ever since. 

Matthew tried to be coy and ask where she was in a roundabout way but Gio was quick to catch on to his shit and answered him honestly. 

“She took her vacation this week, probably to get away from you and pestilent ways.”

“She’ll be back though?”

“I assume so, no reason to think otherwise.” 

++

He didn’t want to do it. Doing it would mean that he was essentially confessing his feelings and giving up on his resolve but the desire to know what was going on with her was overshadowing his ego.

“Hey man,” he greeted his younger brother, giving him a big smile through the phone.

“Hey,” he returned the greeting.

“So, how you been?”

Brady laughed at that, a heartier laugh than Matthew thought necessary but he was silent anyway. 

“Fucking idiot, I know exactly why you’re calling me, you can cut the ‘how is your life’ shit.”

Of course Brady was going to make him ask about her, because he was enjoying this entire thing and he was a little shit. A little shit that Matthew was very grateful for, given the current situation.

“Fuck, fine! Have you talked to her? She’s on vacation here.” 

“Yep.” 

“And?”

“And what?” 

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes because his younger brother held all the cards and they both knew it. If he wanted to learn anything about her, Matthew had to play nice.

“Is she coming to work for the Sens?”

“Doubtful. I’m pretty sure she asked mostly out of frustration because you’re both morons and need to just go out a date, but I don’t know anything for sure.”

“You’ve talked to her though?”

“Here and there, she’s cool.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks man.” 

A short silence lingered between the brothers before Brady spoke again.

“Get out of your head, Matt, ask her out, be yourself and go from there. It will work out or it won’t but you’ll never know if you don’t give it a shot.”

He hated advice from his little brother, slightly because he was supposed to the one to give the advice, and mostly because it irritated him that Brady was right almost all the time.

“I think I might have fucked it up beyond repair.”

“I doubt it, but I’ll talk to her, pick her brain and see how she’s feeling.”

“You know, I fucking hate that you guys are like, kind of friends.”

“I know you do. Get over it.”

The brothers ended the phone call with cheerful goodbyes and Matthew let Brady’s words run around in his head as he headed to the gym to get in an extra evening workout.

++

This was the second time Matthew Tkachuk made you cry. You left his apartment as fast as you could and waited until you were safely behind your apartment door to open the floodgates. 

Why was he so fucking difficult? Why couldn’t he just have a conversation? Why wasn’t he wearing a shirt and why were his abs so nice to look at when he was such an asshole?

You hated that you had feelings for the idiot living on the top floor of your building but you couldn’t help it. Matthew and his irritating ways had found a place in your heart and all you wanted was for him to break down his walls and give you the best parts of him, all the time. 

It wasn’t going to happen though. He was forever going to be an asshole and you needed to accept that. The text message you sent to Brady about possibly working for the Senators was sent purely out of anger and you needed to let him know. You loved Calgary, and despite number nineteen, you loved the Flames. 

Hey, just want to say sorry for that text. Not trying to leave Calgary, just pissed off, I guess.

A few days had gone by and you felt it was time to step away for a moment, so you took your week of vacation.

No worries, I figured.

You figured?

Flames over everything, right? I knew you weren’t leaving. We should talk though, mind if I call you?

Nope, call whenever. 

You talked to Brady for over an hour and when you ended the call, you felt even more confused than you were before. Brady assured you that Matthew liked you but you had heavy doubts, considering his actions a few days prior. 

You didn’t think he was lying, but it was hard to digest when Matthew was barely even looking at you.

It’s not that I don’t believe what you’re saying, you began a text to Brady, but I tried to initiate the talk and he didn’t want it so the ball is in his court.

I completely agree, I’ll let him know

*

Matthew stood in front of her door, a ball of nerves rolling around in his stomach like a bowling ball smashing against the pins. He had no idea if she was home, it was her last day of vacation, but he hoped she was because tomorrow was going to be an early day for the both of you. 

“Hey, sorry, I’m running behind!”

She opened the door in a rush, and Matthew had to step back as he took in her appearance. Dressed in a tight, strappy silk dress that fell just above her knees and hugged her curves, she was attempting to put on her second stiletto when she realized who was actually at the door.

“Oh shit, sorry, you are not who I was expecting.” 

“Yeah, uh, I just wanted to talk but it’s pretty obvious you’re busy so maybe I should just go.”

“I have a date, so yeah, you probably should.” 

His heart wanted to beat out of his chest and he was immediately irritated by whoever it was that was taking her out. Matthew noticed Onyx laying on the floor a few feet behind her as she finished putting on her shoe and smiled immediately.

“Can I take Onyx upstairs?”

“No, Matthew.”

“Please? Just for tonight?”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and hoped for the best. 

“Fine, I didn’t plan on coming home tonight anyway and he loves the attention.”

He hated that she had said that. He hated that she planned to spend her night beneath someone that wasn’t him, but at least he had Onyx.

“I’ll come get him as soon as I get home, okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” 

“Hey,” the deep voice of a man interrupted their conversation, “you ready to go?” 

“Yeah sorry,” the man was giving Matthew strange looks, “my neighbor is just taking my cat for the night, let’s go.” 

Matthew watched them go hand in hand down the hall and as the elevator doors closed behind them, he hoped they had the worst fucking date ever. 

[aheathen-conceivably]

Josephine had been sitting with Antoine for hours. Her years at the brothel had taught her what to do when someone was drunk and unresponsive; so with great difficulty she had hoisted Antoine off his back and into an upright position. She stayed there next to him, smoking an endless chain of cigarettes as she monitored his breathing and occasionally attempted to wake him again.

Her brother’s physical presence didn’t make her feel any less alone there. Giorgio was gone, almost all of her friends were gone, even Zelda was gone. She was only thankful that Violette wasn’t here to see this.

Jo hadn’t seen her brother drink this way in almost a decade. Sure, they had drank far more than they should throughout their youth, who hadn’t? The halls of Storyville were practically flowing with champagne, and she wouldn’t see a John or get on stage without at least a bottle.

And all their lives she and Antoine had liked drinking. Even before she had started working, they would often galivant through the clubs of Storyville together as teenagers. Dressed in whatever clothes they could gather from the pieces men left at the brothel, they would pretend to be upstanding, paying gentlemen.

Of course the owners of the clubs all knew who they were. Delphine’s little ones. So late at night, when couples began to pair off and the men were too drunk to notice the interlopers, the bartenders passed them shots of whiskey or champagne and let them dance to the piano without paying the cover fee. It was how Antoine has learned how to play, how he had heard Jelly Roll and Tony Jackson in their primes.

Josephine realized that looking back now, it was perhaps a bit sad: two teenagers given free reign of the vice district as their mother worked. But in the moment she only remembered them feeling free and happy, and having each other amidst the heavily gilded debauchery all around them.

But once he got back from the war, it had all changed. Antoine never drank for fun after that. Only to forget, or to rage and get into fights; only to pass out on the floor of the club, disappointing their mother and teaching Josephine how to rouse him from yet another drunken episode.

Josephine was pulled from her memories by a groan at her side.

“Jo?” He asked, lifting his head, “Fuck, was that you? Had you been here all along?”

As she shook her head yes, he rubbed his temples, the hangover clearly already settling in, “Did you hear all that? Everything I said?”

“Some of it,” she answered, unwilling to say how much. She had always assumed that he wouldn’t want to leave, always assumed it wasn’t worth telling him about Giorgio’s offer, just as he had never told her that Gio had offered him part ownership in the farm.

Neither of them wanted to be the first one to jump ship, to abandon their home or their mother’s memory; but at that moment they both knew that they were ready, both thought it separately without wanting the other to know.

Instead Antoine cleared his throat, doing his best to hide his thoughts from his sister, “Have you heard from Zelda? She should be home by now, shouldn’t she?”

Josephine shook her head, not wanting to acknowledge her own fear that perhaps Zelda wasn’t coming home at all. Each day they woke, expecting a telegram with the information of her return ship; yet each day it didn’t come, until weeks became months and its arrival seemed less and less likely.

Josephine buried her fears and stood on unsteady heels. She offered her hand to her brother, “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

Antoine took her hand, the room once again beginning to spin as he rose to his feet. Jo put her arm around his waist to steady him and they crossed the now empty dance floor. Unbeknownst to her, the wisps of phantoms still danced there, threatening to pull Antoine under once again. He leaned his weight onto his sister, trying to ignore their calls and bury the whole ordeal deep in his mind.

Part 2/2

[moonbeamwritings]

Imagine a scenario based off a dream I had, modern AU where DIO is like 28 a single father, Lawyer to the Stars on the Coast of California with little 7 year old Giorno.

The Reader, Tired- maybe coming off an over night shift, half asleep is casually walking down the busy sidewalk, catches sight of a distracted Giorno not waiting at the cross walk (on his Gameboy or something) and in an instantly the reader pulls Giogio out of the way of an on passing car.

Boom. Dio saw it all and starts scolding Gio. I woke up after that bit.

Point is... I wonder what would have happened next 🤔😕😳

this is cool as hell, anon. cool. as. hell. i’m here for it and i will definitely try to deliver !! it got very out of hand, but i hope you enjoy!! 

part 2

Your day had been long, having worked open to close at the coffee shop down the street from your apartment. As your shift came to an end, you blearily worked through the closer checklist, puttering around the store as you cleaned and closed everything down. With one last turn of a key, you finally, finally, began your trek home.

As you came up to the crosswalk, you noticed a little boy toddling along, gaming system in hand as he went. He was so wrapped up in his game that he barely gave the busy street a second thought as he stepped a foot off the curb.

It was like you were watching the situation in slow motion, his foot moving at a snail’s pace right in front of a moving car. Acting on adrenaline alone, suddenly far more awake than you’d ever felt in your life, you gripped the handle of his backpack to yank him up and into your arms.

With him back on the sidewalk, you placed him back on his feet as you knelt in front of him. “Jeez kiddo, you alright? You have to pay better attention around here.”

As the small boy opened his mouth to say something, a man with a thick british accent came hustling over. “Giorno! How many times do I have to tell you to put that thing away when you’re walking?”

The man, who you could only assume was his father, pulled the device from the boy’s hand before lifting him up into his arms. “Don’t do that again.”

His son nodded meekly, eyes shifting down to his father’s shoes.

“I’m sorry about him. I thought he was right next to me.”

You waved the man off as your gaze finally moved to meet his. He was handsome, like something out of a fairytale, all muscle with perfectly styled blond hair and an impeccable, no doubt expensive, suit. In the back of your mind, you felt as if you’d seen him before, but, being unable to place it, you brushed the thought away.

Saving yourself the embarrassment of ogling at the man for too much longer, you excused yourself. “It’s no problem. Have a nice night you two.”

With the situation over with, you continued your walk home.

Upon your arrival, you did everything you could to decompress: showering, changing, and situating yourself on your couch to watch mindless television. As you flicked through channel after channel, you finally landed on a celebrity gossip station, half listening as the host worked through this week’s hot topics.

You rolled your eyes.

She went on to describe yet another celebrity’s messy divorce, among other criminal charges apparently. Your attention was quickly piqued, though, when a familiar face flashed onto your screen. There he was a perfect combination of muscle, confidence, and style.

Dio Brando.

The man whose child you’d saved, who you’d embarrassingly checked out in a tired stupor, was Dio Brando. It took everything in you not to bring a hand up to smack at your own forehead. No wonder you’d recognized him, he was any celebrity’s dream lawyer and had his own fair share of scandals and nonsense. 

Yikes.

With one final look at the man in question, you changed the channel, hardly able to bear the gritty details of a court case you didn’t care about.

The whole incident with him and his son became nothing more than a blip in your day-to-day life, telling a few work friends and leaving it at that. Did you sometimes check Dio’s Instagram out of what you explained away as genuine curiosity? Well, yeah, but you were only human after all.

The weekend after your run-in with the famous lawyer, you were tasked with another long shift slaving over coffee orders and dealing with rude customers. The moment the morning rush ended, you jumped at the chance to take your lunch break, situating yourself in a corner of the café. You watched as only a few customers filtered in and out, thankful that the worst of the day was now over.

Losing yourself in your Twitter feed, you mindlessly sipped at a cup of tea as the remaining time of your break ticked away, only snapping back to reality at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Mind if I join you?” Looking up from your phone, you locked eyes with Dio. 

“Oh! Uh, sure!”

You watched as he delicately sat himself in the chair across from you, ankle perched on his knee as he shot you an unwavering smirk. As he got situated, he stuck a hand in your direction.

“Dio Brando.”

Biting back a snarky quip about how narcissistic his introduction alone made him seem, you gently placed your hand in his as you gave him your name.

“I wanted to thank you again for what you did for my son.”

“It’s really no problem. I think anyone would have done the same.”

He eyed you carefully, fingers dancing against the mug in front of him. “So, what do you want?”

“Excuse me?”

“As repayment.” He explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you want money?” Dio leaned across the table to mumble, “Sex, maybe? I don’t like leaving debts unpaid.”

A look of disgust crossed your face as you put both your phone and drink down on the table, moving to sit on your hands to resist the urge to smack him upside the head. “What are you talking about? I don’t want anything. I was being nice. You don’t need to pay anyone off for being nice.”

“Hmm,” He seemed deep in thought, eyes drifting up and down your face, lingering on your lips for only a split second, “nothing at all? You do know who I am, don’t you?”

With your break coming to an end and your patience wearing thin, you started to collect your things. “Look, pretty boy, I don’t really care who you are. You’re honestly kind of insufferable. I helped your son because he was in trouble. I don’t want your money and I don’t want to have sex with you.”

You hadn’t meant to be quite that biting, but you couldn’t help yourself. How dare he come into your work, assume that he owed you something, and then have the audacity to tease you about it? What the fuck?

“Pretty boy?”

“I need to get back to work. I’d really appreciate it if you didn't come back in here if you’re just going to pull more of this shit.”

Without sparing him a second glance, you made your way back behind the counter, placing your stuff in the back before returning to your place at the register. By the time you returned, he was gone. Good riddance.

You could only assume how warped his worldview was if he genuinely thought he needed to pay you off for helping his son. A creeping feeling of sympathy worked its way into your brain, but was quickly swatted away by the image of his smug smile.

You didn’t see him again for another week, this time armed with a grin that was a little less playful and a little more genuine, almost sheepish.

Taking his order with little fuss, you got to work pouring his coffee and adding specific ingredients. He attempted to make idle conversation with you, asking about your day and how you’d been doing with work. You humored him, if only to be polite, answering his questions with little enthusiasm.

Days passed much the same way. Dio would come in, make small talk, and then leave. No further incidents like that first meeting, no more overt attempts at getting in your pants. Nothing.

It was all… strange, to put it simply. It was like dealing with two different people: the overconfident, well-dressed Dio Brando versus the charming single dad Dio. You were left conflicted, wrestling the two images in your mind to decide how you truly saw Dio.

One night, he’d offered to walk you home after another of your late shifts with the promise that he’d get up to no funny business, as you’d put it. The conversation had lulled as you both became enraptured with the noises of the city, your faces bathed in warm neon lights. The silence was nice, welcomed even, as you thought about how to phrase your feelings.

You’d come to like Dio, in your own silly little way. You had memorized his order, knew more about his job and his son, knew him more intimately than you had ever expected to, but one question remained. One question loomed in your brain, clouding any positive thoughts you may otherwise have: Why? Why did he suddenly come into your work? Why did he take such a liking to you? Was it all a ruse, a sick way of finally repaying you?

“You look like you’re about to throw up.” He commented lightly, watching as a crease formed between your eyebrows, as your face twisted in discomfort.

“I-” You took a deep breath, looking anywhere but at him in order to actually get the question out. “Dio, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He spoke earnestly, eyes still tracing over your side profile.

“Why?”

“Why what? You’re going to need to be more specific.”

“Why would you keep coming into the store after I told you off? I just can’t shake this feeling that you’re still… ugh,” you groaned as the words left your mouth, deciding that this was actually a very bad idea, “I don’t know, buttering me up. Like this is all some dream where I’ll wake up to you laughing in my face, telling me that you were only being nice to me to repay me or sleep with me or something.”

Wordlessly, Dio grasped your arm and led you under the awning of a nearby business, not really wanting to stop sidewalk traffic with whatever confession he may find himself making. He looked deathly serious, like you’d just promised to ruin his entire life. Maybe, with all of your questioning, you had.

“Look,” he sighed, “Did I initially come in with the intention of repaying you by whatever means necessary? Yes and I think we both know that, but it’s different now.”

He paused, clearly choosing his next words very carefully. “You’re one of the only people to actually try to put me in my place, to show me that I was being an asshole. It’s different with you. Hell, you kept me up that night. I couldn’t get you out of my head. It was like you were haunting me, driving me crazy. I had to get to the bottom of why I was so taken with you.”

You felt your mouth drop open at his admission, feeling as though your feet were swept right out from under you, sending you tumbling, “Oh.”

“Oh.” Dio mimicked, his voice lilting up to tease you. “Does that answer your question?”

“Uh, I-... Yeah, I guess it does.”

“Good then let’s go.” He tugged you along, guiding you back out onto the sidewalk and towards your apartment. Dio’s hand didn’t leave yours until you arrived at your doorstep.

“Goodnight.” It was quick, uttered as soon as his hand left yours as he moved to turn around and make his own way home.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Home. I have a kid, remember?”

“Well, of course I remember, but don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

The smile that graced his face was nothing short of teasing, a small quirk of his lips as he looked you up and down. “Only if it’s interesting.”

“Ugh,” you grumbled, stomping down the stairs of your apartment complex to come face-to-face with Dio, “you’re relentless.”

“So I’ve been told.” He watches as your lip twitches in annoyance. God, did he love to push your buttons. “Spit it out, then. What’s still on your mind? Eager to ask me more questions?”

In lieu of a verbal retort, you took his face in your hands and all but yanked him down to connect your lips with his, eager to finally shut him up. His response was immediate, moving his lips against yours as a hand weaved around your waist, another resting just above your ass.

As you moved to break away, his lips followed yours, pressing another needy kiss to your mouth. Finally satiated, he pulled back to take in the dazed expression on your face.

“I do have one question.”

Dio let out a barking laugh that had him pulling you closer, gripping at your waist, “What is it?”

“Is sex off the table now that you’re not trying to repay me or-?”

He rolled his eyes, leaning in so his lips barely touched yours as he spoke. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”