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Good day your Highness,
I come forward to humbly ask for your opinion on what would happen if each of bruno’s gang members found out their respective darling were cheating in them. (also *what* kind of cheating would hurt them the most, physical/emotional) I’m betting that that one darling isn’t going home with their whole body intact *cough* *cough* narancias
Hope you have a wonderful weekend *it’s friday when am writing this*
Hii, peon. Sure.
You're suicidal, huh. That's a shame. I'm going to exclude Giorno and Trish in this, since Bruno's group is already five whole people and I'm too detailed for my own good.
Leone already has a jealousy problem, proving he has every right to be insecure and doubtful is... not good. He hates himself so much that, somehow, it's not your fault. He'll do better. Please don't leave him. He goes through a depression period before he really reacts- yeah, of course you would cheat on him, he's the worst, he deserves it, sure. It really hits him like a truck after a week or so of pretending it's all in his head and not happening.
He spirals either way, it doesn't matter if you actually had sex or if you were just flirting with other people. What's wrong with him that you sought someone else out? Why isn't he good enough?? How could you do this to him??? It's a great way to get him to actually argue with you, normally Leone just backs down and takes whatever you've got to give. Yell at him, call him names, it kind of does something for him, honestly he just wants the disagreement to be over and will do anything to essentially 'yes' you to death- but cheating on him and expecting him to just take it? Fuck you.
Have you ever heard a grown man yell before? They get pretty loud. And deeply personal. Usually he isn't one for personal insults in an argument- usually. He's still in love with you, but he's hurt.
And he'll come back to you, because he's too obsessed to let go. He's just clingier. And more attentive. That's how you keep your partner, right? Forgive him for whatever he did. Please.
Guido kills himself on the spot is pretty hurt. He takes physical cheating the most personal. He's the type of guy to not care if his darling already has someone else, hey, he can play support, but if his darling chose him first and then went out of their way to seek someone else.... he's sad. Truly, he's just sad.
I mean, come on. He may not be the most handsome guy out there, but he's pretty well endowed. Are you just greedy? He understands if he's not giving you enough attention, but he's got a moderate libido, you could've just told him you wanted it more often.
His eye kinda twitches when he finds out. You've never seen Guido not smile- something in his brain only lets him wear two or three expressions near you- but it's slowly dropping. It's not a frown, it's not disgust, it's nothing. Gears are turning in his head, and honestly, he's not liking where it's going. He feels like he's not enough even with plenty of reassurance- hey, we all have our insecurities- but this? He's pretty hurt. Guess you weren't his dream partner after all.
It's kind of different if he catches you. He's always going to think that you're being assaulted before he thinks you're willingly touching someone else. Guido rushes to your aid- he's quick to beat your assaulter- but if you defend them, try to get him off of them... well, Guido's always had impulse control issues, and he's already got the gun in his hand.
Oops.
Pannacotta tries to wrap his head around it. He doesn't snap on the spot, it's actually quite frightening how not-personal he takes it- he just has a few questions. With who? When? How many times? Was it personal, did you have a relationship?
It's so he can spiral over it later, but accurately. He just can't get it out of his head- he can understand physically cheating on him, maybe he wasn't to your tastes, yet- people, especially women, seek the mates they think suit them the best- but he's supposed to be good with words. He's well spoken. He understands your needs, emotionally and otherwise. And it still wasn't good enough? You're impossible.
Pannacotta prefers a challenge with his darling. He likes someone that he can break in. Maybe he just didn't get there with you yet? His operant conditioning has been going well- what did he do wrong to make you do something like this? God, you're such a brat. A spoiled brat. (His fault.) He's been too easy on you, you're clearly a dick hungry whore that can't help themself. Maybe he should just condition you to seek him out for those things? He wasn't going to, yet, but it might be appropriate if you're so... needy.
He won't leave you for it. No, no, the opposite. It only encourages his delusions that you need him- you're just sleeping with anyone, aren't you? Or you're stupid enough to believe someone other than him loves you the way you need it most. Siiiigh.
He's not mad, he's just disappointed. He'll handle his own feelings when he's alone. In a room with no fragile objects.
Bruno stares blankly at you while you admit it. He's not blinking. He does, eventually, but it feels like forever until he does.
Honestly, you should've expected him to slap you. He'd usually prefer to lightly tap your wrist- but a nice, clean, open-palm slap is your reward for confessing.
He'll get you an ice pack later.
You shouldn't be relying on anyone else emotionally. He's your man, isn't he? There's nothing that he can't take care of, that's why he's your husband. Infidelity is a sin, you know. Not that he's particularly religious- Guido is more so the person you should ask about those sorts of things- but he's not too keen on it. It'd be cause for divorce if he wasn't so forgiving.
You'll have to earn his trust back, the old fashioned way. Stay at home. Take care of your children, that you got from him. Don't answer the phone when it rings, don't do anything he didn't tell you to do. Start greeting him when he comes home.
If you're well behaved, he'll genuinely forgive it. If not, well. Stressing out that man is the most obvious form of self harm I've ever seen.
Narancia isn't the one to do this to. At least the others have some sort of survival rate- Narancia thinks the ultimate betrayal is seeing another man. Or woman. Or person. You get his point.
You shouldn't need anybody other than him- he's your provider. Duhhh. What's your fucking problem??? There's nothing wrong with him.
The second Narancia finds out, he snaps. He's bent on making you hurt like you've hurt him. He's always been an eye for an eye kind of person- but he doesn't have any interest in cheating on you. He'll just stab you until he feels better, until it's allll out of his system.
The chase is pretty fun. It's always been pretty fun- but instead of playing tag to get you ready for bed and all tuckered out, it's Narancia actually running at full speed and jumping over whatever furniture you throw in his way.
You always thought that small pocket knife Narancia carries would be the death of you- and it will be. Nothing is safe or sacred- your chest, your throat, your face, your abdomen, your thighs, absolutely nothing will be salvageable once Narancia stops.
He just sits there, huffing and puffing while straddling your corpse. Taking in the sight.
Then he cries. A lot. Why did you have to make him do that????
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Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write
*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*
So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.
Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling
Bruno Bucciarati
Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.
Leone Abbacchio
Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.
Guido Mista
The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.
They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.
Narancia Ghirga
Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.
Pannacotta Fugo
Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.
Giorno Giovanna
Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.
Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.
Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.
Diavolo
Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.
Trish Una
Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.
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Yandere Sex Pistols (and Mista) x Y/N Headcanons
((A/N: I read that the pic below is official art. If it's not, please let me know the original creator so I can credit them.))
So! I have a theory that each sex pistol represents Mista's personality, because I have noticed that 1, 3, and 5 act in ways Mista does. 1 is a fearless fight, 3 is an asshole, and 5 is a crybaby, all traits Mista has shown. Hence, what if darling’s a stand user and the Sex Pistols represent different aspects of Yandere Mista? How would they interact with you?
1 - The most assertive of the 6 and sees himself as the leader. He acts the most like (normal) Mista. You like talking to him the most because he acts like a normal person without being a person.
2 - Making very inappriopate comments about you and insisting it's a compliment. Very obsessed with you, especially your body. He tells you what's in fashion magazines for you to wear and is unashamed when he suggests under garments.
3 - A massive piece of shit. The type to say he's 'playing around' when he says/does something awful like talk shit about your loved ones. He will attempt to sabotage things to manipulate you into only caring for Mista (and him, of course).
5 - The cutest and sweetest. He's your favorite, but you can't say that. He's the most normal and the most worried about you being a victim of Mista’s insanity. Unlike the others, he's actually concerned when you cry instead of just manipulating you.
6 - The soft yandere. Very protective of you and first one to suggest murdering people who piss you off. Hopefully you take him seriously and calm him down, because he will suggest this to Mista.
7 - The one who has shower thoughts. He will definitely ask about human flesh. You will never be bored with this one, because he'll make you wonder if Mista's on drugs.
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Hey there!!!!☺️ I saw that you were opened to requests so I wanted to stop by. Could you do a funny/crack hc about how Y/N who shares the same interest as buccigang people, and they geek out on certain subjects that confuse the other members???
I imagine it like how Abbachio loves music, and Fugo loves physics or something specific that the reader also loves it's like a niche thing only the two of them share!
Hope you enjoy writing, have a nice day ‼️❣️
Of course! Have a nice day as well :)
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Finding a passion that everyone in the group shared made defeating a stand user seem as easy as breathing. It should be no surprise though, and just taking a look at them would have been enough for one to realize how each person in the gang was vastly different from one another. It was rather shocking that they could even get along, all things considered.
Still, that wasn't the case for one of them, Y/N, who, with the agility of an acrobat, managed to jump from one hobby to the other, which all belonged to a different member of the team.
One morning, you'd see her talking with Fugo in the middle of the living room table, discussing nothing less than...Uh, Maxwell's equations, for some reason?
"I just think that the principles applied to the magnetic field might have been expressed this way instead. See? they would have been far more intuitive"
"That's an interesting take, though I'm not quite sure if the calculus would have been as accurate, Y/N"
Their conversation was interrupted by a hand on the girl's shoulder, accompanied with a smile.
"Y/N, dear! How can you waste time on this nerdy gibberish when we've got something MUCH more serious to think of?"
The blond did not made much of an effort to hide his annoyment.
"Trish, as you probably can see we're a bit occupied. Can't whatever you need wait a little more?"
"Nonsense!" She sentenced, slamming her beauty case above the textbook and opening. She took out two lipsticks, holding them in front of Y/N's face.
"What do you think, deary? Which one should I have for tomorrow's night out?"
"Seriously? This was your big deal?"
His complaint was interrupted by an amused laughter from the one sitting next to him.
"Mhh, well...The one from Dior would probably fit your dress more. Then again, Armani beauty is one of the best brands out there in general, it's going to look amazing on you in any case"
"You're not wrong, mhh..."
But, as the pink haired girl was contemplating her exhaustingly hard decision, Y/N was suddenly swayed away from the two of them, as someone eagerly took her hand and led her to the garden in the back of the house.
"N-Nari?" She said, feeling her head spin incoherently. "What is it?"
"Come on, I've just learned a new dance, I wanna show you!"
With a smile plastered on his face, the boy turned on some music and began to sway her around, making sure to hold her close the entire time.
"You've gotten better at this, I can tell" She observed with a sweet tone. "You follow the beat more naturally and the way you move your feet is much more smoot-"
Her comments were cut short as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, once she felt the other dipping her. They both looked at each other in the eyes and started giggling.
"Maybe I'll learn something classic next time, just for you!"
"I would love that"
As soon as she got back on her feet, however, a more serene voice called for her attention.
"Ah, here you are, Y/N! I was just about to plant some new flowers, would you assist me, if it's not too troublesome for you?"
"Oh! Of course I can"
"But...We were having so much fun" Narancia objected.
"I know" Y/N gave the other a quick peck on his lips, smiling at him. "Why don't you keep practicing in the meantime?" She proposed, following Giorno into a small section of the garden, which he had already prepared with soil.
"How about some camelias? I think they have such a lovely color"
"I agree. Besides, they're perfect to grow in this season"
"I know, right? There's no period better than this for these little guys. Did you know that they were originally-"
"From Asia? Yes, truly peculiar, isn't it?"
They sat together on the ground for quite some time, trying to look for a fun fact the other didn't already know, but their constant attempt at outsmarting soon enough reached a dead end.
"Hey Y/N!"
Mista walked up to her from behind and put his elbow on her head.
"The soccer match is about to start! You don't wanna miss that, do you?"
"What?! Already?" She quickly got up and waved at Giorno with a smile, following the other boy inside in a rush.
"Duh? It's already 4 pm, c'mon!"
Somehow, just the two of them managed to take up the entire couch, sprawling their legs all over it, barely boterhing to take off their shoes.
"You're excited just because Baggio is playing, aren't you?"
"So what? That dude's amazing, he could score even with his legs tied"
"Speaking that way of anyone who isn't Maradona in this town is blasphemy, you know that, right?"
"You're just biased because he's your favorite, y'all always have the lamest taste"
"Heh, you do you"
Screams, cheers and a few (very dramatic) tears accompanied the match, as, much to Mista's delight, his most beloved player managed to score two times through the whole thing. They kept on discussing the teams' lineups, earning some concerned looks from the other people in the house, who thought that nearly throwing hands over small disagreement regarding football players might have not been the most civic of conversation.
Still though, the way they wouldn't shut up made it quite clear that, despite their different opinions, they greatly appreciated having someone they could ramble with about such topic.
"Leave the girl alone, Mista. You're giving everyone in this house a headache"
"What? We're just having fun! Way to kill the atmosphere, Abbacchio"
The man was fast to dismiss him and hand you his spare pair of headphones.
"I've been listening to a new group lately, I thought you might have liked it...Maybe"
"Oh! We could listen to their songs together!"
"I guess"
Accompanied by their other friend, they moved to the kitchen, one of the quietest part of the house in that moment. She could notice Abbacchio glancing in her direction a few times, trying to figure out if she was enjoying herself or not.
After a few songs, she put the earphones down and gathered her thoughts a bit.
"I like them! Maybe I'm wrong, but they sound a bit like the Smiths, what do you think?"
"Mhh, now that you mention it, I can see it. I think the fact that you can hear the bassist so well really adds another layer to the quality of their album"
"Yeah! But what really carries the song is the singer, in my opinion"
"Really?" A chuckle escaped his lips. "Maybe Mista is right, you really are a bit basic"
"Shut up! You're just trying sooo hard to be original" Still though, she couldn't help but laugh back.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting you?"
Bruno calmly walked into the room, staring at the two, quite pleasured to see them get along.
"Not really, just listening to some jams"
"Ah, I see! I was just about to ask you two if you wanted to go fishing with me? I've already got everything set up"
"Fishing? Of course I'm in! Give me just a second"
She sprinted out of the kitchen, heading to her room in order to get changed into something more proper for the beach.
"Heh, you should probably do the same, honey"
"You're right...Hopefully you don't mind waiting for us"
"Take your time"
Aside from the huge privilege of being able to live together with all the people she loved, Y/N's house just happened to be a 10 minutes walk away from the sea. Truly, she couldn't have been luckier.
Together with Bruno and Abbacchio, you took your time choosing the best bait lure in your best preys.
"This one's still alive.." You highlighted, a bit disgusted.
"You've got such a strong stomach, but a wiggly worm is what bothers you?"
"You know I hate bugs! But..."
With a swift movement of her hand, the fishing line was thrown into the water. She took a deep breath and crossed her legs to sit more comfortably.
"This feels nice"
"It's a good way to relax, isn't it?"
"Yeah...I wish I was as good as you are, though"
"Oh, you're already improving, Y/N. Even if you don't catch a lot, just watching the waves is still very calming"
"True...But one day, I'll become an expert and we'll eat nothing but fish for a week straight!"
"Ohoh, is that so? Then I suppose there's nothing I can do but to wait for that moment, yes?"
Predictably, once an hour or so had gone by, her bucket was nearly empty, only filled with a few small fishes that didn't even look that appetizing, if edible at all. The girl decided to throw them back into the sea, as they were still alive.
Bruno gently patted her head, grabbing his and Abbacchio's bucket with his free hand.
"You got two more than last time"
"Are you serious? I didn't even notice"
"Of course, I pay a lot of attention to these details"
"Thanks, Bruno...I'm glad you notice my effort"
The busy, colorful day was coming to an end. Y/N figured it would have been a good idea to take a cold shower, to avoid getting the smell of fish on herself. She was already starting to feel sleepy afterwards, showers always had this effect on her.
She sat down to eat with her family, preferring to keep quiet and enjoy her plate, together with the numerous conversations that accompanied it. She happily sighed, looking at the dumbasses that made her hope that the following day would have been just as fun as this was.
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Guido Mista as a yandere
Cw: Murder, Toxic relationships, broken bones, gun violence
He's obsessively loyal Mista's loyalty to his friends is already a prominent trait. As a yandere, this loyalty becomes an obsessive desire to protect and be with his darling.
With his loyalty, he would go to extreme lengths to ensure the safety and happiness of his darling, which usually results in violence towards any threat or in his case... precieved threat.
He's extremely possessive, and it results in wanting to be the sole focus of his Darling's attention, becoming jealous or insecure when others are around.
Similar to traditional yandere characters, Mista has a public and private personality, appearing friendly and charming on the surface but revealing a darker, more possessive side when it comes to his loved one's affection.
He is willing to hurt his darling. He doesn't want to. He really doesn't because he loves them! But they need to see that it's dangerous out there, and a bullet might be in store for their knee caps if they keep trying to leave.
He does let them go out. He knows how important it is to be social, but they always have to be accompanied by him and/or the bullets
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Serial Killer!Ghiaccio X Fem!reader (Part 1/?)
TW: NSFW content, Yandere, sexual harassment, kidnapping, violence, blood, gore
PLEASE NOTE: The reader of this story is not going to have much control on her surroundings.
SUMMARY: Fem!reader is invited to a laurea (graduation party) and finds Formaggio, Illuso and finally Ghiaccio. After a flashback explaining how fem!reader and Ghiaccio met, She decides to head to her dormitory with him. That was a poor choice.
Il Santo Bevitore bar, 00:31
“DOTTOOOOREEEEE…DOTTOOOOREEEEE!!!!”
October, Graduation month.
This was the third time you heard that chant.
“...Dottore nel buco del cul! VAFFANCUL!VAFFANCUL!”
The chanting was followed by the popping of a Prosecco bottle and a flying cork rolling at the feet of some random students, who probably weren’t even invited to the party.
However, that was never a problem from the start. After all, having gatecrashers at your graduation party is so common that it is now a tradition.
The foamy neck of the bottle, still steaming from its own coolness, slips into your plastic cup supported by Giorno’s quivering hands, who is once again in charge of pouring the alcohol for every single guest. From his rosy cheeks and shaky steps, it was clear that Giorno would not be able to keep himself upright much longer.
“Grazie Gioà, sei sicuro di non dover vomitare?”
(Thanks Giorno, Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?)
You ask him sheepshly and with a slight note of worry, but before the blondie could answer you’re interrupted by a loud voice.
"UAGLIU!"
Your head quickly turns back. It’s Guido Mista, Giorno’s best friend. He's also kinda drunk...Guido doesn't waste no time and after catching a big breath he starts shouting at the top of his lungs to give an additional toast.
“AIZ AIZ AIZ, ACAL ACAL ACAL, ACOOST ACCOST ACCOST, A SALUTA NOST!!!”
The rhythmic chant ignites a roaring wave of excitement throughout the bar, fueling Giorno's enthusiasm to the point where he eagerly presses his lips against the giant bottle. The poor guy started drinking since early in the afternoon, and the blame undoubtedly fell on Guido.
As a matter of fact, Guido kept filling up his friend’s glass with whatever alcoholic concoction was within arm's reach. Giorno had finished his graduation speech at 3:30 p.m. By 3:37 p.m. Guido had already made him chug half a bottle of shoddy Tavernello, all complemented by the bursting of confetti and colorful streamers.
Since you knew what a dangerous mix of cheap alcohol was broiling in Giorno’s stomach, you swiftly step back as an anonymous blonde boy decides to intervene by firmly confiscating the bottle of Prosecco. He looked a little concerned. However, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before, what was his name again?
“UEEEE PANNAAAA’ààà!!A’Pannacotta!! Ué fra, pcchè nu staj bvenn?"
(PANNACOTTA! Why aren’t you drinkin’, brah??)
You hear Guido shouting, while Giorno’s perfectly bowed laurel wreath had already fallen on his delicate, red face, messing up his golden locks.
“Mannagg a miserij Guido, ma t'e sciumunut? se m mett a bev pur ij, aropp chi a guid a machin?! comm v port a cas? Nun me facc' ritirare la patente n'altra volta."
(For fuck's sake Guido, have you gone nuts??If I start pounding drinks too, then who the hell's gonna get your ass home? I ain't letting those bastards revoke my damn license... again.)
Replies the friend in annoyance while adjusting the laurel wreath of a drunk and smiling Giorno.
“E ij che n sacc, stu bar è chin r ingegner autoveicolo, fatt costruì na mongolfiera. vann a naft no?”
(That sounds like a you problem, this bar is full of automotive engineers, ask them if they can build you an air baloon .They run on gasoline don't they?)
“Tu staj proprij a for.”
(You can’t be that stupid.)
At least Guido isn’t wrong, the bar is swarming with engineers looking for one thing and one thing only.
“...Aò, ma’nd�� sta la figa??”
(...Yo, Where the bitches at?)
A strong smell of Menabrea invades your nostrils before an anonymous arm swiftly sorrounds your shoulders and traps your body against a men’s chest.
You quickly recognize the man’s voice.
“Formi…”
It’s Formaggio, your favourite drop-out engineer.
A legend among your faculty for being the ultimate judge of the nightlife, Formaggio lags two years behind you. Throughout the entire semester of you two chilling together, you've taken an oath that you've never laid eyes on him cracking open a book or even getting close to one.
Formaggio's library visits are solely reserved for bugging his buddies, making quick pit stops at the restroom, exploiting his student discount on vending machine goodies, or diving into his favourite pursuit: charming the ladies.
Since it was common knowledge that Formaggio had a preference for freshmen, he very often did not hesitate to physically show you his affection in front of other people.
“Zì. Questa festa è per i laureati in biologia, non scienze della formazione.”
(Dude. This party is for biology majors, not education majors).
That saccharine yet disinterested tone could only belong to Illuso. You don’t know much about him except that he lives with Formaggio somewhere in the centro storico and that he's majoring in architecture.
It is common knowledge that architects and engineers are natural enemies, like engineers and mathematicians, engineers and physicists, and engineers and other engineers…Damn engineers! They ruined STEM...
Despite all that, these two seem to get along perfectly.
“Mecojoni...”
(DAMN.)
While immersed in your own thoughts, your left check is refreshed by the condensation of Formaggio’s Menabrea as he tries to hold you closer to his chest. He drank too much, and therefore he’s getting even more touchy.
“Ti vedo accaldata chicca, ti prendo qualcosa da bere?Lulù perchè nun vai dall’oste e ce piji quarcosa? Tiè, prendite ‘no scudo e facce fa’ due gintonic.”
(I see you're sizzlin' up, babe. Need a drink to cool those flames? Lulu, hit up the bar, grab some stuff for us. Get a couple of gintons in the mix)
“Oh no no…sto apposto!”
(UH,Nah…I’m fine!)
Panicked, you encounter Illuso’s sight, who immediately gives you an almost disgusted look, as if it was your fault if his friend is drooling all over you. His eyes narrow above a tight and twist smile, and Formaggio gives him a flickering smile back.
"Facciamo che ci vai tu fino al bancone dato che stai preso bene."
( Why don't YOU go to the bar and get us something?)
"Sei propio da' a Lazio, Lulù."
(You're a fucking cunt, Lulu, you know that?)
“ Immaginavo di trovarti qui.”
(I knew you were here.)
Your body is shaken by a sudden shiver. At first glance, you connected that chill to the Menabrea freezing damp glass, but you soon catch on that the bottle is no longer grazing against your cheek.
It’s his voice that made you shiver.
It’s too familiar.
“Oh, Ghiaccio,ce stai anche tu.”
(Oh Ghiaccio, you’re here too.)
Formaggio turns his head behind his shoulders while still keeping his hands on you. His smile fades and his friendly tone vanishes, now resembling Illuso’s.
Regrettably, you know exactly the reason behind Formaggio’s sudden change. It’s no secret that Ghiaccio is an expert in ruining the mood with his bad attitude. In the past, Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts.
You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.
According to him:
If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.
When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.
Even if you seriously doubted about the 'killing' part, everyone on the faculty thought that Ghiaccio was a bit of a weirdo.
Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach. After all: ‘ quale persona sana di mente si iscriverebbe a ingegneria, per di più a ingegneria chimica?’
Every time someone actually took the courage to come up to his desk and try to have a word with him, his responses were always dry and blunt. Hunched over his computer and with a MATLAB tab permanently open, not once had he raised his head to engage in conversation with his interlocutor.
As a matter of fact, it was only his eyes that tried to move.
The gaze behind those thick glasses became suddenly glacial and sinister, accompanied by a tone so saccharine and dismissive that it would have put anyone off.
Ghiaccio sat stiff and still like a taxidermy animal, looking more dog than human.
Ghiaccio sat there, rigid and lifeless, more canine than human. In fact, he often stood as alone as a rabid dog.
Right now, his friends felt his gaze - that of a rabid dog.
“Qualche problema Maggio? Non hai qualche matricola da seviziare?”
(Any problems Maggio? Couldn’t find any freshman to harass?)
Ghiaccio’s sharp tongue brings you back to reality. The blue-haired boy appeared out of thin hair behind Illuso’s back, startling him. He stands there with his glasses slightly fogged up from the air humidity. His right hand clutches a plastic cup that filled with ice, just ice. Weird.
“Cristo Ghiaccio mi hai quasi fatto prendere un infarto. Sembri un morto che cammina.”
(Jesus Christ Ghiaccio,you almost gave me a heart attack. You look like a walking corpse.)
Comments Illuso, glancing in Formaggio’s directions as he lifts his arm from your shoulders and starts loudly chugging the rest of the Menabrea. This visibly annoys Ghiaccio who instinctively shows his teeth, clenching them in a crooked and forced smile.
“Ciao Ghia, come ti vanno le cose?”
(Hello Ghia, How is it going?)
The smile fades. Ghiaccio starts purposely ignoring the two men, and instead he focuses on you:
“Secondo te, tosa? Domani ho Analisi 2.”
(What you think, tosa? Tomorrow I got the Analysis 2 exam.)
“Non sei preparato-”
(Did you stu-)
“Che domanda der cazzo fai chicca, dove pensi che è stato fin ora, se non chiuso in biblioteca?”
(What a damn dumb question, babe. "Did you study?" Like, where the hell do you think he were just a sec? In a freakin' library, duh.)
Formaggio cuts you, mocking your girly voice.
You cautiously raise your hands, waiting for Ghiaccio to burst out for being interrupted, but that doesn't happen. The blue-haired man just shoots Formaggio a death stare, head slightly cocked, eyes piercing through those thin brows. You notice him instinctively baring his teeth and gums at the man like he's about to bite his neck.
It's a warning.
Formaggio takes the hint and casually peers into the bottle, scrounging for any last drops. Meanwhile, Illuso's ego is so massive that he flat out brushes off Ghiaccio's response and jumps right into schooling his buddy.
“Dove pensi che sia. SIA. Il congiuntivo l’hai lasciato al Quadraro?”
(Where do you think He was. He WAS.)
“Lulù stai cercando una capocciata o una bottigliata? Posso dartele entrambe. Te lascio scegliere l’ordine.”
(Listen Lulu. Do you want to catch these hand or the bottle? I can give you both. Just say a word.)
Formaggio's tone takes on a slurred edge, like he's got a bit too much booze in his system for fooling around. Illuso catches wind of this and takes it as the perfect chance to blow off some steam. Weirdly enough, Ghiaccio stays dead quiet, sitting this convo out.
Now that's a twist.
Still, you catch a little something. Even though the guy's zipped his lip, you spy the plastic cup in his grip utterly squashed.
Why's he holding back? You can read it in his expression, he's just itching to unleash his piece.
“Ziofà facciamo che se sei ignorante non è colpa mia.”
(It’s not my fault you’re ignorant)
Replies the tall man while stiffing up and crossing his arm to feel superior. Now Illuso is not even glaring at Formaggio anymore, and he's perfectly aware this is going to drive him mad.
“Ma chi credi de cojonà a' Pariolino?Ignorante lo dici a tua sorella.”
(You did not just call me ignorant.)
“Ignorante nel senso che ignori la grammatica italiana.”
(Don’t take it personally. I said Ignorant because you're ignoring the Italian grammar)
“Allora tu sei un imbecille perchè Imbelle”
(Then you’re an imbecile because you're imbecilin')
“BOJA FAUSS QUELLO CHE HAI DETTO NON HA UN CAZZO DI SENSO, ZI.”
(That doesn’t even make any sense! You just MADE UP. A FUCKING WORD.)
Finally, Illuso comes down from his pedestal and starts hatefully staring at his friend.
"CHICCA!"
(BABE!)
Formaggio turns towards you for half a second and hands you the empty Menabrea before turning his gaze back to Illuso.
"PIJATE STA MENABREA. MO' TE PARTO DE CAPOCCIA!"
(HOLD THIS FOR ME. THIS FAG IS ABOUT TO CATCH THESE HANDS!)
Formaggio's voice blares like a damn siren, catching the attention of everyone in the joint. A bunch of folks, wreaths atop their heads, swivel around, and others in the joint follow suit. In the midst of the mob, you spot Guido secretively trying on Giorno's laurel wreath while the dude's occupied with some pink-haired girl, fussing over his fancy-ass braid.
"Ragazzi non fate gli stupidi. Non potete fare a botte qui- Ci stano guardando tutti..."
(Guys. Stop this nonsense. You can't fight here. Everyone is looking-)
You make a move to put a stop to their antics, when a chilling voice sneaks into your ear...
“Vieni.”
(Let's go.)
Freddo.
This sensation is familiar, it’s like being in one of those deep, paralyzing sleeps where the weight of the bed covers feels like a boulder. But this time your body seems as if covered by a light sheet. A cold sheet, as if it had never dried. It’s wet and icy, a cold so sharp that starts biting into your skin.
Your head starts spinning, even though you are sure you haven't moved.
You remain motionless, unable to do anything but inhale icy air.
You feel as if my whole skin is covered with frost.
Your memories are confused and jumbled...you cannot make sense of them. Under your clenched eyelids, lights, sounds and colors from llast night mix in a continuous spiral, causing you to feel nauseous. After taking a few breaths, your head finally stops throbbing like the speakers of a disco. Your back hurts as it's lying on a hard surface that is even colder than the surrounding air. The unpleasant sensation given by your skin attached to the icy surface challenges you to move your muscles.... But something is wrong.
They won't move. They can't move.
You sense your hands resting next to your body, the tips of your fingers numb with cold... However, when you flex them in order to warm them, they do not respond to your thoughts. Panic suddenly makes you lucid. you open your eyes.
Your eyes snap open, only to be assaulted by a blinding white radiance. It's intoxicating, that brilliance. A sea of white stretching to every horizon.
A single source of light reigns, the ceiling lamp above you. You lie atop a slab of metal, nothing but gravity pressing you into its unforgiving surface.
“ah...ah…”
Your breath begins to shorten.
White smoke lazily rises from your lips, disappearing into the neon. The light illuminates your figure yet denies you any heat. You look around, trying to figure out where you are. Your neck slowly begins to loosen, allowing you to get a better look around the room...
Beyond, darkness reigns, a domain devoid of form or presence. Yet, something sinister looms along the walls, whether furniture or pillars, they crawl from floor to ceiling.
Your vision drifts downward, over your frozen feet, past the table's edge, until a glimmer dances at the periphery.
A door?
“C-C-C’è…c’è q-qualcuno?”
(is-is anybody there?)
Your voice is hoarse, cracking when you try to speak. The icy air scratches your throat, your skin quivers.
The tips of your fingers have now lost sensibility, as if they have become one with the table. You cough... then you try to speak again, louder.
“Pe-Per favore!!COFF! AIUTO!! Sono qui!! Non cè nessuno?!”
(Anyone! Anybody!!Please, some-Cough-SOMEONE HELP!!)
After shouting, you wait panting for an answer... a sign...any sign.
Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, slow and measured. A shadow obscures the narrow glimmer coming from the door. The sound of several locks being opened echoes in the room.
The door slowly opens, letting a much stronger light invade the room, revealing an unknown figure. A man is watching you from the threshold but the light beyond him prevents you from recognize him.
Your eyes flicker as the light sound of your chattering teeth signals you've just regained control of your jaw muscles.
The expression you’re making seems to amuse the man. A soft chuckle escapes him as he strides into the room, sealing the door in his wake. He drags in a cart, and upon its enigmatic cargo, your gaze falters, unable to discern the details.
“Non ti conviene sforzarti così tanto…rischi di farti male.”
(Oh dear, you shouldn't push yourself too hard...you'll end up hurting yourself.)
His voice slices through the air, sharper than the chill. Dread claws at you, its grip tightening as his teeth catch your attention more than his eyes do. A grin stretches across his face, a gruesome expanse that reveals his gums. His gaze remains unaltered, a predator's stare, unrelenting and piercing.
Behind those glasses, his eyes undress you, baring your vulnerability as if you weren't already stripped bare.
“G-Ghiaccio?”
“Shhh..ti fa male da qualche parte?Come va il respiro?”
(Shhh. Does it hurt anywhere? is your breathing okay?)
All of a sudden, the man puts on a genuinely concerned face, and seems to be focused on your face.
"C-Che è successo??...Ci siamo schiantati?”
(what.... what happened...where am I? did we crash?)
Your voice tremble, it’s stuttering. You gasp as you notice his hand resting on the table, beside your ankle.
" Non c'è niente di cui avere paura...concentrati e rispondi alla domanda: ti fa male da qualche parte?"
(don't worry about it now.... take a breath, stay focused and answer me: does it hurt anywhere?)
The situation is surreal.... what happened? Perhaps you're in a hospital? Did you have an accident? Are you paralyzed because of that?
"n-no. Non c'è niente che mi fa male...ma non riesco a muovermi...h-ho così tanto freddo..."
(n..no.... nothing hurts.... but I can't move..p..I might have something d- to put on...I'm so f-ing cold...)
You murmur, your voice trembling from both cold and unease. Shivers run through you, the icy fingers of anxiety now accompanying the chill. The man's lips curve at your hushed words, his face inches from yours. Your cheeks burn, tainted red by a mix of emotions.
"In un attimo, chicca."
(In a moment, babe.)
He purrs, his tone velvety. However, that ' babe' part is filled with venom and resentment. You quickly notice he's making a sloppy imitation of Formaggio's accent.
His face inches closer, his gaze locked onto yours.
"Sto controllando che sia tutto apposto...dimmi..."
(I must make sure everything's alright... tell me...)
His hand touches the sole of your right foot, a warmth you haven't felt since you woke.
"Senti le mie dita?"
(Can you sense my fingers?)
"Sì..."
(Yes...)
You're aware of his index finger trailing over your skin, a sensation that sends ripples through your body. Past your knee, ascending your thigh, the warmth causes both your form and fear to tremble. His other fingers join the index, like sinister accomplices, tracing your flesh. With a creeping exploration, his hand moves until it firmly presses against your inner thigh.
"Dimmi quando non le senti più."
(Let me know when you can't feel them anymore.)
"a-ah!F-fermo!"
(a-ah! Stop!)
You attempt to resist, but your defiance only manifests in the frustrated shake of your head...
"Rilassati..."
(Relax...)
He coos, his voice a syrupy assurance.
"Non ti farò niente...per ora. Non sei contenta di ricevere un check up gratuito?"
(I won't do anything... yet. Isn't a complimentary check-up something to be glad about?)
His hand still lingers on your inner thigh, its touch a languid caress that ignites a warmth, craving coursing through your body. You relinquish the sensation, only to be met once again with the unforgiving cold of the table.
"C-Che cosa è successo?"
(What... What's happened to me?)
Breathless, you gasp, your chest heaving. The man's features retain an eerie calm as you sense his touch upon you once more. His fingers slip under your right hand's palm, lifting it, while his other hand blankets your back.
"Solo un attimo chicca, devo finire il chek-up...Poverina, le tue mani sono congelate."
(Just a moment, babe. I need to finish the check-up... Poor thing, your hands are freezing....)
He smiles as his warm hands rub against yours, giving you such relief that a sigh of pleasure escapes you.
"oh-"
This time, his 'babe' doesn't feel as a mockery.
You catch the sight of his tongue darting across his lips, a prelude to him exhaling gently onto your fingers. His warm breath works its magic, coaxing sensitivity back into your once-numb digits.
"Ti piace, non è vero?...lascia che ti faccia stare meglio..."
(Feels good, doesn't it? let me do something special...)
Before you can say anything, his mouth is pressed on your fingers as he starts to kiss them, slowly.... how can those lips be so warm.... the gesture is so unexpected that leaves you speechless. You feel your head dipping into a fog-you are still dreaming. You are definitely dreaming. There is no other explanation,
-ah-
Your index finger slides into his mouth, encountering the sensation of his warm, wet tongue caressing your nail, descending to its very base. It's a repulsive, slimy sensation, made eerier by the expression he wears—a perverse delight akin to a child sucking their favorite treat.
"M-ma che fai? S-Smettila..."
(N-no... no, stop...)
You stammer, horror clenching at your chest, urging him to cease.
Your gaze locks onto the dreadful scene unfolding before you. Slowly, he extracts your index finger, his lips gripping its tip. Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Ghiaccio gazes at you, his eyes holding an unsettling glint. As terror courses through you, his teeth begin to close deliberately, his molars biting down, the pressure intensifying with every passing second.
"No-C-Che cosa-AHI. AHIA!! MI FAI MALE! L-Lasciami!! SMETTILA!!"
(No—what are you doing? Ah!AHH! YOU'RE HURTING ME!! It hurts! NO!)
Recognition dawns as you comprehend his sinister intent. The sound that echoes from him—a chilling crunch—is oddly familiar, like the memory of your grandmother offering freshly harvested, crisp carrots from her garden when you were a child.
*CRUNCH*
A scream rips from your throat, pain blurring your sight. His jaw locks around the bone with an aggressive grip.
In a split second that catches you off guard, Ghiaccio tears two of your phalanges away, wrenching your finger free in a swift, brutal motion. The forceful snap of his head results in a gruesome sight—a gushing surge of blood spraying forth.
Your hand remains locked in his.
The vile squelching of his chewing churns your stomach. He's like a rabid dog ravaging his prey.
"Mmh... sapevo ne sarebbe valsa la pena"
(Mhh... delicious... just as I'd imagined.)
Your shrieks of torment transform into violent retches. You twist your face aside, desperate to avoid vomiting, yet there's nothing left to expel. The sound of his swallowing grates on your ears. More convulsions wrack your frame, forcing your eyes to shut.
You can hear him dragging the cart closer, your gaze drawn to the crimson smears that now stain his scrubs. You can't muster the strength to confront your mangled hand.
"Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo, tosa."
(Baby, it's cold outside.)
#la squadra#ghiaccio#la squadra esecuzioni#ghiaccio jjba#jjba ghiaccio#ghiaccio x reader#yandere ghiaccio#yandere x reader#jjba formaggio#jjba illuso#jjba giorno giovanna#jjba fugo pannacotta#jjba guido mista#jojo no kimyō na bōken#tw:blood#fem!reader x ghiaccio#This draft recently resurfaced#I've realized that it won't get any better#I will never finish this#rega finalmente me la sono tolta dai maroni
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Permanence |Yandere Mista x Reader Angst|
Warning: physical violence mention, threats, unhealthy relationship, emotional abuse, manipulation.
“If you ever decide to hurt me or break up with me I would cut off your right hand as punishment,” Mista muttered as you entered his room, his dark bottomless eyes focused on the video game that was in front of him, his fingers going to work on the controller. “I got the idea when we got into that fight last night, I know you did not threaten to leave me, but you could have, and I won’t allow that.”
You sat down next to him on his bed, your eyes on not the screen but him. You turned to face him, watching him as his eyes stayed steady on the screen, his dark eyebrows raised in concentration. “What happens if you ever decide to leave me?” You questioned softly, placing your hands in your lap, staring at your right hand. Leave him? You couldn’t possibly ever dream of that. You were a loner like him - that was what brought the two of you together.
The ones who sat at the back of the classroom so nobody would talk to them, the ones who were never quite able to get close to anyone until his dark eyes locked onto yours one day as you walked down the hallway. Rows and rows of people walking side by side, friends and lovers, siblings and enemies - everyone had someone except for the two of you. Then one day the two of you had each other, when Mista approached you and asked you to eat lunch with him you found someone to cure your loneliness, despite him having.. unhealthy tendencies.
You’ve never had anyone obsessed with you or even remotely interested in you so it was a lot to get use to, always having your mobster boyfriend stalking behind you, never giving you a single moment of space. He even waited for you outside of the girls' bathroom when you needed to go to school, and he always snuck into your window at night. He went from being a stranger to being everywhere in a matter of days. You didn’t do anything to stop it.. you were too afraid of being alone again.
Once you got a taste of love, a feeling of what it was like to have someone to talk with and spend time with, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without it. When you’ve been lonely for so long, you grow desperate, clinging to the idea of having someone no matter what the price may be. The price could be your hand, but he had only ever pushed you and forced you to stay at his home.. he had never threatened you like that before. What was with him?
A low chuckle escaped his full lips as he paused his game, sitting the controller on the floor as he turned his body to face yours, sitting cross-legged. “I am never going to leave you, I am in love with you, and I only want you. I don’t care if you don’t love me either. It won’t change how I feel.”
You turned to face him well, copying the way he was sitting, your hands now resting at your sides, pressing into the soft mattress. “Isn’t threatening to cut off my hand a little cruel, Mista? It’s unsettling when you speak to me like this or hit me. Can we just be a normal couple like the ones in school? I don’t think hitting is normal.” You’ve never been in a relationship, but it wasn’t like this in the movies at all.
“Babe, hitting is completely normal when you’re the one in the wrong. As the one in charge in our relationship, I hold the authority. You never see these kinds of things in school because these matters should always be handled privately,” he spoke to you calmly, a small but awkward smile appearing on his lips as he raised his palm, placing it on top of your head. “Besides, I'm dropping out of school. I'm in the mafia now, fuck school. Once you graduate in a few months you can move in with me. I'll cut your leg off if you don't."
“Why would you want to cut my leg off? Wouldn’t that kill me?” You questioned, staring into his calm dark eyes as he spoke about cutting your body parts off. You’ve never mentioned leaving him and despite thinking about it you’re too much of pussy to actually leave him. These threats should be sending you running but he was saying that the two of you had a normal relationship- did you? “Why would you do that to me?” You were uncertain. How could you know?
“I would cut your leg off so that you would always be fully dependent on me to take care of you. Without a hand, you could still take care of yourself, but without a leg, you would never be able to leave my side,” he said calmly, his hand staying on top of your head. “But I know that you wouldn’t leave me, right? Without me, you would be all alone again with nobody to love you. Is that what you want?” He tilted his head to the side, a few dark strands of hair sticking out from his beanie.
You shook your head, “I don’t want to be alone again. You don’t have to worry about me leaving, you won’t have to cut off my hand or my leg so just please relax.” You reached a hand forward, gently but still so awkwardly rubbing his knee. “You have no need to worry. I care about you, and you also scare me, so I won’t be leaving any time soon.” You were always completely honest with him. He wouldn’t hit you for being honest unless it insulted himself.
“Good, I am glad that I have installed some fear in you. Hold onto that fear and remember that those were not threats but promises, and you will get no second chance. You will just suffer,” he said, finally removing his hand from your head, his warm hand covering yours. “Also, if I cut off your leg, it will not kill you. I’ve already researched everything. Why would I ever kill my girlfriend?” He kept his head tilted to the side, his small smile growing wider, a sinister grin appearing on his lips. He was a predator, and you were his prey.. you knew that now.
“Whatever you want, that is fine with me. I’ll just listen and be happy that I’m with you,” you said, a small amount of fakeness in your tone that he and yourself would never speak on. Guido Mista was your boyfriend, and he was going to be your boyfriend for the rest of his life. You didn’t know what this was, but you knew one thing - you weren’t alone anymore, and you never would be again.
#a new one#ravenzeppeli#ravenzeppeli yandere#tw yandere#tw threats#tw verbal abuse#tw mature#tw adult themes#jjba#jojos bizarre adventure#tw strong language#tw language#jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo#jjba vento auero#part 5 vento aureo#guido mista#mista#jjba mista#mista x reader
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Interesting mix 😳
#flashing gif#meme#jjba#jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo#vento aureo#yandere meme#game#guido mista x reader#risotto nero x reader#risotto nero#guido mista
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Get to know me
Name: Johnny
Age: 19
Requests are open!
Wattpad: IGGYSOLOSGOKU
TikTok: Hxhandjjbafan
Favorite animes: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, jujutsu kaisen,demon slayer and sailor moon
Favorite movies: Scott pilgrim vs the world, repo the genetic opera, scream, the whole Chucky franchise, five nights at Freddy's, the whole trolls franchise, nightmare before Christmas, and Edward scissorhands
Stuff I will write: Fluff, found family, platonic stuff, nsfw, sfw, LGBTQ, yandere, autistic reader, chubby reader,any character reader (ex: mitsuri reader), and poly
Stuff I won't write: incest, angst, age gap,any trolls character x reader cause that's just weird, and animal x reader
Animes and movies I write for: Hunter x Hunter, Jojo's bizarre adventure, Jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, and Scott pilgrim vs the world
Characters from hunter x hunter I write for: Gon freeces (platonic ONLY), Killua Zoldyck (platonic ONLY), kurapika, leorio, Bisky, wing, illumi Zoldyck, the whole phantom troupe (minus bonolenov, kortopi, and Franklin I like them but not like that), Kite, and Knuckle bine
Characters from Scott pilgrim vs the world I write for: Scott pilgrim, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pine, Stephen Stills, Young Neil, Knives Chau (platonic ONLY), Julie Powers, Stacey Pilgrim, Lucas Lee, Roxie Richter, Gideon Graves, Katayangi Twins, Matthew Patel, Envy Adams, Todd Ingram, and Wallace wells (platonic for girls)
Characters from Jjba part 1 I write for: Jonathan Joestar, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Erina Pendolton, and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 2 I write for: Joseph Joestar, Caesar Zeppeli, Lisa Lisa, Suzi Q, Kars, Wammu, Esidisi, And Santanna
Characters from Jjba part 3 I write for: Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar (platonic ONLY), Holly Kujo and Dio Brando
Characters from Jjba part 4 I write for: Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu nijimura, koichi hirose, Rohan kishibe, yukako yamagishi, toshikazu hazamada (I don't support his actions), Tonio trussaradi, Yoshikage Kira, Reimi Sugimoto, and Mikitaka hazekura
Characters from Jjba part 5 I write for: Giorno Giovanna, bruno bucciarati, Leone abbachio, Trish una, narancia ghirga, mista Guido, panncotta fugo, risotto Nero, melone, formaggio, illuso, prosciutto, pesci (platonic ONLY), diavolo, doppio vinegar, squala, tiziano, cioccolata, sorbet, gelato, and ghiaccio
Characters from Jjba part 6 I write for: Jolyne Kujo, ermes Costello, narsico anasui, weather report, foo fighters, and Enrico pucci
Characters from Jjba part 7 I write for: Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, hot pants, Diego Brando, and Lucy steel (platonic ONLY)
Characters for jjba part 8 I write for: I have not read part 8 yet
Characters from demon slayer I write for: Tanjiro Kamado, zenitsu agastuma, inosuke hashibira, nezuko Kamado (platonic ONLY), genya, and all the hashira
Characters from jujutsu kaisen I write for: Yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, satoru gojo, nanami kento, kamo choso, and geto suguru
I will NOT write for: Hisoka Morrow
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Greetings Your Highness, I was wondering what would happen if Giorno's darling had a small crush on Mista? He hasn't yet kidnapped them and he discovers how his darling stares or looks at Mista for a little too long, maybe finding an attraction to his friend's body or how fun and easy going he seems. Still Giorno can't go completely mad over his darling, it's not like they knew about his feelings or anything he had in mind. How would he react? Would he get mad at Mista?
Well... it's only natural, Mr. Mista is a very attractive man. He regards himself as average, but his physique is very appealing to anyone who likes a bit of muscle and warmth. Something big to cling to at night, something that will do hard labor for kisses.
It's human to find other people attractive, that doesn't mean you have wandering eyes. Wandering eyes is when you linger, you glance where you're not supposed to, you have thoughts. Unforgivable, non deserving of the truth thoughts.
Giorno has no right to be jealous if his darling is not truly his yet, and he feels no doubt that one day they will be, but... he does worry. Giorno and Guido have different body types. It's possible that you'd prefer someone with more mass than Giorno, which you're entitled to, but it stings a bit. It's not like he can build that overnight, and he doesn't want to change himself. He's already perfect. Ethereal. Divine. What's so good about Guido Mista? You'd pick Guido over him?
There's nothing wrong with Mr. Mista. Certainly. He misspoke, his tone was not what he intended. It's just that... Guido isn't the man he is, and vice versa. Guido is simple. An endearing thing, of course, but the joke gets old fast. What you want in life is an experience, an experience that Giorno can provide for you. An experience he will provide for you, should you choose him.
What type of man is Guido, actually? Well, he's a very traditional one. Do you want a very strict dynamic? Do you want to be constantly viewed as your role rather than your own person? Giorno doesn't see potential in you, he doesn't dream of settling down, he dreams of things as they are with his darling. You're already perfect, ideal, except for this one thing.
You don't choose a partner based on looks alone. Not a life partner. Guido is more than his looks- he's an entire person just as complex as you are. He may look appealing, but there's many sides to Guido you've never seen.
You've never seen him get violent, you've never seen him embody what it means to be a gangster.
You've never seen the Guido that went around catcalling women on the street until one paid attention to him.
You've never seen the Guido that fantasizes about starting a family of his own.
You've never seen Guido. Period. You do not know that man, your infatuation is puerile and will wear off. Sometimes shiny, pretty objects are not good for you.
He's not upset with Guido. It's not his fault. It's not anyone's fault, actually. It's just something he needs to fix. Perhaps your perception of Mr. Mista is off. It's a shame, learning that Guido isn't the work-dog that Giorno would prefer him to be just makes him more endearing, so it's not like he could 'casually' let you see him in his not-working mode.... perhaps it's time Mr. Mista actually settled down. A meeting of chance, of something Guido's always been craving...
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I would NOT go from ANY yandere's grasp if they feed me what i like, like either i'd be too absorbed in eating or i'd be too tired after eating to really want to escape 😭 i don't really care what they'd do (love u btw)
Relatable honestly, man if that’s all it takes for a Yandere to keep you around, you’ll best bet they’re going to give it their all making you food to keep you around. Here’s a little comfy ramble…
I feel like most Jojo characters would be able to cook even if it’s just following a recipe. Foo Fighters does her best flipping through countless cookbooks, and watching videos of whatever your favorite things are. That’s what people do to bond right? Have good tasting food! It’ll surely bring you both closer together.
There’s a few that aren’t great with cooking, Mista occasionally burns certain things, he’ll admit cooking isn’t exactly his skill but figures everything out something eventually . (He finds it a pain to cook cheese sauces since they can burn easily) If it’s too complicated he’s taking you out to a restaurant that specializes in it.
Okuyasu isn’t the best with cooking at the start, mixing up spices, or under/overcooking. He manages to somehow convince Tonio to teach him properly. Being a good partner means making their favorite food properly in his mind so he’s not going to slack on that if it keeps you happy.
Since we’re mentioning food here might as well mention Tonio Trussardi here. This is the best way for him to be Yandere honestly right within his territory. Using Pearl Jam or not, it fills him with joy with whatever dish or snack you like. The way your shoulders relax once you eat sends this chefs heart fluttering like never before. He’s not really worried if you happen to be fond of something more factory made/processed his approximations are almost always better than the packaged things. (It’s better this way in his book anyhow).
I also feel like Gyro would probably take advantage of your lowered guard around your favorite food. He considers himself descent at his homelands dishes and of course Johnny likes his coffee he prepares, so often he ends up insisting to cook, practically taking over it from before on your journey. (Which works for him, you don’t need to worry about talking to whoever else anyway). He can’t wipe that stupid big grin from his face as you sit to eat your favorite thing. (That’s if you even notice from how tasty it is)
Koichi is another character who would take up some form of cooking for you. Maybe he just happens to eavesdrop one afternoon after class and see what exactly you’re eating? Then he makes himself useful and buys everything, then prepares it at home. Then hey, what do you know? One day or another you both happen to bump into each other and can even sit together for lunch for a little while.
(Here’s a part 8 character I feel like is underrated)
Karera is another character I definitely see using food to her advantage with you. She’ll get your favorite meals at whatever shop for free somehow (with a bit of handiwork from her stand love love deluxe). Oh hey, she just happened to buy something you like that was sold out most places, how about you sit and eat it with her? Making lunch/dinner? Duh she’ll make it for you, as long as you’re eating what she made with her own two hands (or bought/scammed herself) she’s happy.
If that’s what makes it easy to keep you around Jotaro doesn’t really mind. He’s right on it to getting/making it for you. Holly of course inserts herself pulling out recipes, she’d know you’d love. Just a small suggestion to her son of course as she winks. He’ll be right in the kitchen with her preparing everything, or quickly walking out to get whatever’s needed. Just don’t make yourself sick from eating too fast.
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terms of endearment (iv).
yandere! bucciarati gang. what they call their darling. warnings: implied not sfw, slight daddy kink in Bucciarati’s part.
Bruno Bucciarati
♡ cara
You’d like to think he calls everyone ‘dear’, but he doesn’t. It’s clear as day to everyone, especially the townspeople who rely on Bucciarati’s help. They’ll tease you, for certain, but you try to brush it off as him ‘just being friendly’.
"Have you been waiting long, cara? I picked up a gift on my way, I hope you don’t mind.”
♡ tesoro/a
You’re his treasure, or so he claims. He’s sweet from the start and you’re not sure if he’s being polite or if he has genuine feelings for you. But every time he calls you his ‘tesoro’, you start hoping, pining, that he does... hearing him sweet talk you like that is rather... addictive.
“Tesoro, you look wonderful tonight. Come, let me pour us some wine ”
♡ bambino/a
He may have a slight power kink, and his role as a father figure to most everyone in his life doesn’t help. There’s nothing better, he thinks, than pampering his darling and ushering praises into their ear, saying he’ll reward them for being a good bambino/a.
“Mm, you’ve gotten better, bambina, but it’s not fair if I have all the fun, hm? Lay back, let me return the favor.”
Fugo Pannacotta
♡ [name]
When addressing you normally, he tends to stick with your first name, finding it rather cringey to hear his comrades address you by any cute pet names. It does... make him a little jealous, though, how freely they treat you with affection.
“[Name], come here. Try teaching Narancia this problem for me.”
♡ coglione/a
Meaning 'dumbass’, because for some God given reason, you never fail to irk him, unintentional or not. As rude as this name is, it’s a ... better alternative to his temper tantrums and degradation.
“...Do you have any idea how much trouble I go through for you, cogliona?”
♡ troia, or amore
He doesn’t shy away from calling you a ‘whore’ during sex; he gets off on the constant degradation and power difference, especially if it sets his darling in line. But if darling has managed to keep on his good side, he can be incredibly affectionate and rewarding.
“Mm, do you hear yourself? I’m starting to think you deserve your name, troia.”
“Ah, I’m sorry for my outbursts, amore. Let me pamper you tonight, as a reward...”
Leone Abbacchio
♡ cretino/a
Meaning 'idiot’ or ‘dumbass,’ much more tamed than Fugo’s version of affection. Uses this as often as possible when addressing you, it’s more or less become synonymous with his darling’s name.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, cretino?“
♡ mimmo/a
The diminutive of the well-known ‘bambino/a’. For those rare moments when he’s feeling... soft, but otherwise protective. Unfortunately, this nicknames sometimes makes his darling feel as if they’re nothing more than a child he takes care of.
“Stop crying, mimma... you’re safe here. I’ll protect you.”
♡ luce dei miei occhi
Meaning ‘the light of my eyes’. He’s surprisingly soft and romantic during sex, with his hands trailing all over your body, cupping your face and bringing it close to his as he whispers how much you mean to him...
“Don’t ever leave me, please. Sei la luce dei miei occhi, I... I don’t know what I’d do without you. “
Guido Mista
♡ fragolina
‘Little strawberry,’ a nickname that runs well off his tongue and makes you so absolutely flustered you actually look like a strawberry. Quite fitting, if you ask him, especially with how... unsettling he can get. It’s a nice change of pace, a nickname between friends, or so you’d prefer to think.
“It’ll be fun, fragolina, I promise! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t, ey?”
♡ zucchero / sugar
More or less synonymous with ‘fragolina’, though he uses this to sweet talk his darling, especially when they’re being difficult (as in, he’s done something he really shouldn’t have).
“Aw, don’t be like that, sugar... I only followed you a few times. No harm done.”
♡ sweet(est) thing
That you are, panting underneath him making the sweetest expressions and sounds. He loves sweets, and you’re the sweetest of them all; he could just eat you right up... you’ll let him, won’t you? He’s done so much for you, he thinks he deserves a little... reward.
“I haven’t even done anything, sweet thing. You that excited to have me in you?
Narancia Ghirga
♡ carino/a
He can’t help it — you’re absolutely adorable, and the first time he met you, it slipped from his lips before he could think. It’s not a secret he’s head-over-heels, considerings how often he uses it (sometimes unintentionally).
“Ahh, you look so pretty today, carina! I’m so lucky!”
♡ babe
He heard it once on tv and was absolutely taken by the way it rolls off his tongue. There’s something about using an American nickname that makes him feel cool, and hopefully, more attractive to his darling.
“Hey babe, let’s go on a date! Bucciarati’s paying!”
♡ bello/a
Sometimes a ‘babe’ slips out here or there, but he makes a point to call you ‘beautiful’ during sex. He wants nothing more than for you to know how much he adores you...
“B-bella, just like th—haa! Fuck... you’re so g-good at this, aah--”
Trish Una
♡ carina/o
Meaning 'cute’... it’s quite funny that she’d be the one to say this when she stumbles over her words the moment you make direct eye contact with her. Still, calling you cute gives her a small sense of power over how cute you insist she is...
“Carina! What’s going on with you today? Wait ... b-baby?”
♡ bello/a
For when she’s feeling especially romantic or confident... usually in private, away from prying eyes or ears. She feels... insecure calling her darling such a cute name, especially when she normally tries to paint herself as tough.
“Hehe, how do you like my gift, bella? It suits you, no?“
♡ amore (mio)
There’s nothing more affectionate than calling her darling ‘love’ during intimacy — makes her feel like they really belong to her and won’t ever leave her, like others have.
“S-stop looking at me like that, amore... Ahh, I’m so embarrassed...”
part i — part ii — part iii — part v.
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Yandere Mista HC
(A/N: Wanted to do 2nd version of my Mista head canons. Mista's the hardest for me to write and I'm very determined to write something good for him.)
It’s love at first sight. Mista’s very simple: You’re hot and he wants you. Despite how sleazy he can seem, he's a romantic. The moment you catch his eye, that's it. You got a lovesick yandere on your hands. Hell, you probably didn't know that he was stalking you to figure out how to court you and convince you to be with him.
The relationship seems very normal. He's chill, laidback, goofy, attentive to your wants/needs, gets along well with your friends and even with your guy friends.....but then you try to dump Mista due to reasons.
Some examples as to why you break up:
He lied about his job and you find out he's a vicious mafioso.
He caught one of your guy friends flirting with you, so he reacted by shooting him without realizing you were watching.
His yandere tendencies are caused by the trauma of being a gangster, deteriorating his mental health. His Stand(s), Sex Pistols, is also speaking crazy shit into his ears, so he doesn't realize how deranged he's become.
He will kidnap you when you try to leave him, but he prefers to let you out as soon as possible. It just depends on your willingness to behave. Mista himself is easy to escape, especially since the Sex Pistols wont help him shoot you. The problem is that he’s still best friends with Don Giovanna. He practically has Passione to help him keep you in check.
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Hey how are you? Hope you're doing fine and drinking enough water!! anyway I just got this thought: how about yandere bucci gang where they are already in a normal relationship with the reader and not really showing any obvious yandere behavior. like maybe being a bit jealous when reader is talking with others or holding onto them when they are trying to leave the house and do something else but nothing extreme at all. Now consider this: the boys are super happy with the relationship and (1/2?)
are super in love ( obsessed) with the reader and decided they want to spend the rest of their life with them. So they would plan out this elaborate date with the plan if proposing to them. They gather their nerves to ask reader the question but before they can speak reader is like : " I'm really sorry but I don't think this is working out anymore......" and like saying they want to break up. Would the yandere snap? or how would they react? any hcs? sorry that this was so long lmao (2/2)
Bro, this idea is just... *chefs kiss* I love it so much aaaaaaaaa
Bruno Buccellati
On the outside, Bruno is very calm. He ‘accepts’ your decision but asks to still remain friends
He’ll continue on like nothing is wrong, secretly looking out for anything or anyone that may have influenced your decision to break things off with him
Slowly but surely, he’ll make you regret breaking up with him, make you miss being with him and have you crawling back to him
Leone Abbacchio
When you tell him, he has to take a few moments to calm himself down so he doesn’t snap at you
He’ll guilt you into staying with him. He knows that you could never hate him so he uses that to his advantage to keep you with him forever
“Sure, you can leave me. But if you do I’ll be right back where I started, slowly killing myself with alcohol and the aftermath of that will be on you.”
Guido Mista
He thinks it’s a joke at first. You’re not actually breaking up with him are you? Nah, of course you’re not, you have no reason to want to
No matter how much you tell him that you’re serious and don’t want to be together, he laughs it off and continues on like you didn’t even say anything
It’s kind of like accidental manipulation because he’s so adamant that you’re still together and everything is fine THST you start to believe it too
Narancia Ghirga
This boy goes into full meltdown mode. He’s begging and crying for you not to leave him, asking what he’s done wrong
He’ll hold onto you and won’t let go until you tell him that everything is fine and you’re still together
Nara will beg and beg for you to tell him why you wanted to break up and to give him a second chance. He won’t take no for an answer
Pannacotta Fugo
As soon as the words leave your mouth, it’s like Fugo’s entire world turns red. He’s screaming and yelling at you, causing a massive scene in the place you’re at
He’ll continue to yell and berate you, possibly even hurt you a little to get his point across that breaking things off with him is a bad idea
He’ll proceed to apologise and cry that he didn’t mean to hurt you afterwards, but at least you know not to upset him anymore
Giorno Giovanna
“Do you really want to end things? Are you sure? I don’t believe that’s truly what you want Mi Amore”
He is the master of gaslighting and will convince you almost immediately that you never wanted to break up with him, but instead you were pressured by your friends and family and they’re a bad influence
Next thing you know, you’re agreeing to marry him and move away from everyone you know so they can’t ‘hurt’ your relationship any more
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🕹Glitch's Master List🕹
Halloween
Corey Cunningham Relationship Hcs
House of Wax
All good things: Bo Sinclair x Gn! Reader
Random Bo Sinclair headcanons
SAW
Fake my death: Adam Stanheight
JJBA
Guido Mista as a Yandere
Kingdom Hearts
To love without a heart: Akusai
MyMovie14
She's my muse: Miley/Cody x Mile
Survivor's guilt: Editor
DBD
"IJKME" Survivor!Danny x Fem!GF!Reader
Reactions to you giving them Affection (The Legion)
COD
Older Bf! Price nudes Hcs
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)
Fate’s Binding
Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?
(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)
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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”
Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.
There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.
Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.
“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”
It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.
“M-Mista…”
All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.
“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.
The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.
“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.
Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.
“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.
“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”
“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.
Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.
“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.
The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.
His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.
“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”
His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?
“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.
“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.
“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.
All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.
It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.
Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.
The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.
Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.
“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”
“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”
Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.
A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.
“Hey guys…?”
All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.
“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”
They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.
Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.
“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.
Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.
“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.
“That means you should let go of her arm now.”
“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.
“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.
Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.
“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”
All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.
“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.
Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.
“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.
You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.
All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.
You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.
“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”
“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.
Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.
Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.
You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.
What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.
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