#giorno went out of his way more than once to try to keep his team alive and at the cost of not achieving his dream at that

[habits-white-rabbit]

Every time I see someone use Purple Haze Feedback for 'UwU FuGio real!!' or paint Giorno as a coldhearted sadistic master manipulator I feel myself coming closer and closer to snapping

[ddarker-dreams]

🎀 scarlet ribbons.

ITS SELF INDULGENT FRIDAY BOIS !! time for scarlet ribbons headcanons that i’ve been working on in between commissions, this is essentially just a reverse harem ...  there’s no yandere here for once, just some vibes... click here for an explanation ! the reader described here is the same in all the scenarios. i’m using she/her pronouns for this reader.

Bruno Bucciarati;

He forms a special kind of attachment to you, seeing as you’ll be the second person to join his team. You won over his compassionate heart, preventing a much crueler fate. As a foreign exchange student, you had taken out a loan with Passione to complete your education. The problem is, the egregious amount of interest being too much for you to pay back on time. Bucciarati had been ordered to collect your debt. Instead of following through with his orders, he used his favor with Polpo to let you pay back your debt by working for Passione under his leadership.

Appreciates the dynamic and resolve you bring to the group. While he tries his best not to show favoritism to any members of his team, you’re someone he always looks out for extra much. Not because he thinks of you incapable, but because his care for you runs deep after knowing you for years. He’s definitely going to catch onto the others holding similar feelings for you though.

Acts a bit different towards you in one on one scenarios, versus when the others are around. He’s more relaxed when it’s only the two of you, speaking of matters not relating to work and checking up on your well being. Bruno realizes he could listen to you for hours, enjoying your unique perspective. He also finds your foreign accent endearing, and has mentioned it to see how you blush at the compliment.

Super sweet with you, always has looked out for your best interest. He’s your go to when you feel stressed about your situation, providing the support you need, since he’s the only person aware of your circumstances. Bruno is reassuring, helping you in the moments the debt to the organization feels impossible to overcome. He’s offered to help pay for part of it, but you always refuse, feeling grateful enough to him as is. It pains him to see you hurting, but he does anything he can to make you feel better. Always pays for your meals though, no matter how much you raise a fuss about it. 

Giorno Giovanna;

There’s a certain warmth in you that he wasn’t sure what to think of at first. Giorno is an astute individual, making observations from afar, watching you joking and smiling with the rest of the team. He eventually comes to the conclusion that your presence fills his stomach with butterflies, seeing your more lighthearted approach to life. There’s something intoxicating about it, and he’ll jump for any opportunity to spend time with you much to the annoyance of everyone else, they already had enough competition wtf.

He’s a coy little shit at times. Giorno sees how the others look at you, especially how obvious Narancia and Mista are. When they get defensive over how much Giorno is talking to you, he’ll just flash a faux innocent smile and ask what the problem with it is. It’s more effective on Narancia, who just ends up sputtering before slinking away in defeat. Mista can kinda deflect the accusation better, though there’s still a blush on his face. Giorno knows what he’s doing lmaoo

It infuriates Abbacchio how obvious he is with you, like, the audacity of this man. Just swinging into Bucciarati’s team, trying to woo you away. Giorno is always asking for your opinion on how to proceed with certain things, even if his mind has already been made up. Anything just to talk to you. Most likely going to receive Abbacchio’s scorn the most for this, especially since Giorno will lean closer to you when you’re answering his questions. Giorno is just going :) , meanwhile Narancia is furiously taking notes. (”Okay, so if I ask [First] about this, I have an excuse to get closer to her...!)

He did strongly in school, maybe not as well as Fugo but is definitely academically gifted. So that means when he enters the picture, Fugo has some Competition for the English speaking buddy role. Giorno can understand most simple phrases and is capable of following the conversation, occasionally interjecting when he feels confident enough. Fugo might try and make his conversations with you more complicated because of this, since he’s petty and wants all your attention. You’re meant to be his English speaking buddy >:( !!

To be honest, Giorno’s not really sure what he’s doing, despite the suave impression he gives. Giorno has charisma, sure, but this is all very new to him. He’s still learning as he goes, and pays very close attention to how everyone else interacts with you. Anything to see your preferences, so he can use it to his advantage later. Has a large mental file on you, that comes in handy. He isn’t so much flirty, but more seeking out your company and thoughts on things.

Guido Mista;

Poor Mista almost friendzones himself in a way... he doesn’t mean to, but he wants to warm up to you in his own way!! And that way is through joking around and a lot of “friendly” banter. The friendly banter is more like thinly veiled flirting. He tries so hard to act cool and mysterious around you, like a Clint Eastwood character. Ends up being super goofy, though it works in his favor since he gets to see your cute smile!!! Victory!! 

Mista has no shame. He’ll show up outside your apartment, food in hand, saying he wants to come over and hang. He even lets you pick the movie if that’s what you want to do!! A true honor, since Mista is willing to sit through stuff he wouldn’t normally be interested in all for the sake of winning you over. <33 

Probably tied with Narancia for the most Unfortunate Mishaps to occur when attempting to woo you. Some favorites include, but are not limited to: when he tried giving you flowers but they kept making him sneeze, that time he was leaning against your door frame and fell over, and basically anything that happens when the Pistols come out. They wanna be his lil wing men, but they keep screwing him over... :< 

“[First]!! [First]!! We’re bored, come hang out with us instead!!!!” You’ll end up with a flurry of Pistols swirling around you very often, putting Mista’s affection for you on full display. It irritates Fugo the most, he almost wants to smack them away like they’re flies lmao. They might start sweatin’ when they see Fugo’s eyebrow twitch, the Stand often interrupting your conversations with the blonde. Mista tests his patience for sure. 

Pannacotta Fugo;

A bit of a typical tsun towards you at first. He’s all acting high and mighty, huffing about the newest member of the team not being as bright as him. In reality he just thinks you’re vvv cute, and doesn’t know how to process it. You greet him and his brain just kinda short circuits, and he gives a standoffish insult before running off to hide his blush. Bruno would find it endearing if not for his feelings for you lmao.

How he gets over this initial stump at the start of your relationship is by acting like you need his help. Especially if you stumble over any Italian words, namely Naples lingo being more difficult to master. He takes it upon himself to help you out... in reality he just really wants to spend more time with you. Also, seeing you stumble over words is precious, he tries not to tease you about it though. Does occasionally...

You end up being roommate at the start!!! To save money, but it’s whatever, who cares about the practical reasoning behind it. What matters is that he gets to spend even more time with you than the others. The problem is that Narancia and Mista make a point to come by often, which he finds to be very irritating. They even crash at your shared apartment at times, but because of how messy they are, don’t get an invitation to live permanently. Fugo is smug about how you picked him due to his cleanliness >:)c

English speaking buddies !! He might not be fluent in it, but he’s better at it than everyone else. Also a lot more capable of learning it, just for the sake of impressing you. Gets this very pleased look on his face when you two speak in simple English, Narancia staring over, pouting for being left out. It’s like a special connection or something, not that Fugo would ever admit to saying that to you. He’s flexing his academic muscles. 

Narancia Ghirgha;

Anyone could look over at Narancia and see his huge heart eyes for you. You like the same foreign music as him!! You can speak another language!! He wants to learn English from you, and keeps asking. Sometimes butchers the pronunciation but god it’s so cute who cares. Teach Narancia one phrase and he’s gonna be saying it nonstop for the rest of the week. Fugo, the only other member to understand English on a decent level until GioGio, is gonna be miserable whenever this happens. That’s his thing with you! Why can’t Narancia get something else, smh ...

If you recommend him a song he will not stop listening to it. Also expect a lot of discussions about different artists, mostly hip hop ones when Narancia is leading the conversation. He thinks it’s so cool you understand what they’re saying!! Is gonna ask you to translate them a lot. He kinda just stares at you, mouth agape when you’re singing along, like woah!! His crush is so talented. 

His most treasured moments with you, is when you recommend one another music, and share headphones. Sometimes you just bob your head to the rhythm, or sing along. Whatever the case, he gets to be close to you, and his brain is practically turning to mush at the fact your thighs are touching. 

Fugo did him dirty once in the past. Before Narancia realized he had Competition for your affections, he went to Fugo, asking how to compliment you in English. He should’ve known by how Fugo was staring at him with the most malicious smirk that he made a mistake. The next day, when meeting up at Libeccio, he came up to you. Chest puffed out, proud after a night of practicing his phrase. Then proceeded to say to you in English, “I am a fucking idiot!!!!” looking all smiley and excited. Needless to say, you almost spit out your food and laughed about it for a long time. Narancia has been planning his revenge on Fugo ever since...

Narancia follows you around like a lost puppy at times, but he’s a lot of fun to hang out around!! He’ll buy you gelato, and even lets you have a bite of his food if you ask. No one else has this special privilege. There is a time you offered to let him try a sip of your drink, and he almost melted. All his brain could think of is, indirect kiss, indirect kiss!!!! One of the best moments of his life tbh. 

Leone Abbacchio;

Abbacchio put a lot of effort into distancing himself from you. Why do you smile so much?? It makes him uncomfortable being around you, someone who is basically sunshine stuffed into a human body. It reminds him of all his shortcomings, which he feels he has no shortage of. But when you make the initially irritating decision to keep speaking to him, only giving space when you felt he really needed it, it won over his little grinch heart. 

He’s been wrapped around your finger ever since. Unlike the other bumbling buffoons who are tripping over themselves to get an ounce of your attention, he plays it cool. More of a Bucciarati approach to things. Asking about your interests, letting you do most of the talking so he has no chance to embarrass himself (like *cough* Narancia *cough*).

Next to Fugo, is most likely to call other members out on their nonsense. He wouldn’t dare do so for Bruno, but everyone else is fair game. The main victim to this treatment is Giorno. Abbacchio might even offer some “advice” to him, giving false information all under the guise of assisting Giorno’s pursuit of you. He takes a more hands off approach on everyone else. 

He doesn’t want to invite you over to his place because of how dreary it is, so he has to find other ways to get one on one time with you. This mostly happens by talking about things no one else finds of interest to you, namely makeup or other fashion things. 

You are the only person who gets to call him any nicknames, the one you lean towards typically being Abba. Narancia once made a mistake of calling him this, only to earn a very threatening glare. When you do it though, he has to push down the urge to smile. How cute!! 

Trish Una;

Gay rights time . Trish looks at you and immediately thinks wow, perfect girlfriend material right there. Still acts a bit reserved at first, considering her complex situation and how she’s still piecing it all together in her heard. Since you’re the only other girl on the team, she gets the benefit of Bucciarati assigning you to be extra close to her. All according to plan heheh >:) 

When she flirts, she goes all in. Asking about what kind of perfume you wear, your favorite shade of lipstick, what kind of outfits you like the most. All of it is under the pretense of getting to know you better, and while she does enjoy that aspect of it, she might start adopting some of the things you find appealing. She is 100% gonna ask to borrow your shirts and makeup, and extends the same offer to you. 

Trish is far more playful with you than the others, who all just kinda stare at the interactions like ??? When you were her bodyguard, she always subconsciously went to sit down next to you. No one else on the team can say anything, since she’s the boss’ daughter after all !! She considered you more of a distraction from her anxiety inducing situation at first, seeing as you had shared interests to speak about. Over time, your doting nature over her won out. 

Would be pissed if you ever got hurt trying to defend her. You might joke around about how you’re her bodyguard, not the other way around. Trish just can’t bear the thought of losing someone important to her, after all she’s already lost. 

Her phone background is a selfie the two of you took, even after she eventually distances herself from Passione to advance her singing career. Expect lots of texts messages, checking up on how you’re doing!! Trish unfortunately has a busy schedule, that requires a lot of traveling for her concerts and other bookings. Though anytime she is near Naples, she’s messaging you and asking to meet up. <33 

[noaltbruh]

Hii!! I’m not sure if requests are still open but if they are... How about the Bucci gang with a reader who has problems with self harm? It’s a rather serious topic tho so I completely understand if you don’t want to

*I DISCOURAGE ANYONE YOUNGER THAN 13 OR EASILY TRIGGERED FROM READING THIS. IF YOU ARE/KNOW SOMEONE DEALING WITH THIS KIND OF PROBLEM, PLEASE ASK FOR HELP*

With that being said, thank you for your request and I wish you the best :)

GIORNO:

-Giorno almost immediately figured out there was something wrong with you. The way you constantly hid your wrists and acted like it was nothing made him extremely suspicious. However, he hesitated to tell you about it for a while, he wanted you to open up to him naturally without having to force you.

-But it was something that he could no longer keep on ignoring after almost 5 months. He had to talk to you.

-He calmly told you that he had something very serious that he wanted to discuss with you. You could already tell where this was going and tried to oppose, but once he puts his mind on something you can be sure that he isn't going to take "no" as an answer.

-"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really want to talk to you about this, forgive me if I insist. Would you mind showing me your arms? And without the jacket, please."

-You just stared at him without saying a word.

-"Y/N...you know that I don't like repeating myself, so please do what I said"

-reluctantly you took your jacket off, as Giorno took a close look at the scars on both of your arms

-He looked at you in the eyes and immediately told you that this was not ok, and despite how much you didn't want to admit it, you knew he was right

-He started asking you lots of questions in order to understand better what caused you to harm yourself in this way, while you hated to talk about this, the calmness in his voice helped you opening up to him

-However, Giorno's method to actually handle the problem may seem a bit too...cynical. Being the leader of Passione, he made sure to contact the most qualified and well known therapist in the entire country, since he knows that self harm is a serious issue that requires medical treatment

-On the other hand, emotional support is also extremely important, which is something that a person like Giorno has a bit of trouble to realize

-You appreciate what he's doing and decides to see the therapist he has recommended, but you also try to make him understand that it isn't as simple as breaking a leg and going to the hospital

-He immediately apologizes for his "coldness" and always makes sure to check up on you even more than before. The "feeling side" of the relationship is something that he still struggles with at times, but you are more than happy to help him just like he's helping you getting better with this problem

BUCCIARATI:

-Bucciarati is probably the best one at handling the situation in the entire team.

-He noticed that something was wrong even before than Giorno, but unlike him, he didn't hesitate to tell you about it

-While you didn't expect him to bring it up in such a sudden way, a part of you was secretly glad that Bruno was able to see this through. You knew he was a kind and thoughtful person, and he would have done anything to help you

-"Y/N...I don't know why you'd hurt yourself this way, I'm not even going to ask you about it. Just know...I'll always be there for you, and I won't be satisfied until you heal from this"

-His first thought was to hide anything sharp inside the house, even though he believes you want to get better, he still doesn't want to take any risk

-He'd be too scared to leave you alone for a while, so you'll have to bear with him insisting on bringing you everywhere he goes

-Of course, he'd make sure to look for the best therapist he can find, if you're not comfortable with the one he suggested, he won't blink an eye and start looking for another one the minute after

MISTA:

-Mista takes quite longer compared to Bruno and Giorno to realize what's going on. He always thought it was kind of weird how you constantly wore shirts or dresses with long sleeves, but considering his own fashion style, he couldn't really say anything about it

-However, after around half an year, he started to grow more and more suspicious of your behavior, especially since who would ever wear long sleeves in the middle of Summer?

-While Mista probably knows what self harm is, he has never taken any interest in the subject, so he doesn't know how to react when he realizes what's going on

-Still, he deeply cares about you, and wants to help you in any way he can. He tried to get you to show him your wrists in a very relaxed way; if there was no tension, maybe opening up to him wouldn't have been as bad

-"Come on Y/N, you know that I love you, I'm just asking you to show me your arms. It can't be that bad, right?"

-You really didn't want to, and despite how much you loved Mista, you weren't exactly sure he was the best option to help you in this situation. Regardless, you decided to give him a chance, he was still your boyfriend, after all

-He was really freaked out when he saw your scars, but he knew that he couldn't ask you what to do to make you feel better, and that he had to look for a solution on his own.

-He considered asking the gang for help, but it was something way too private for him to tell them about it.

-The only idea that came into his mind was to talk to a therapist, which turned out to actually be good. He convinced you to take an appointment and the man would always give Mista some advices on how to make you feel better when you're not there.

NARANCIA

-Narancia...is most definitely not the best option in this situation. He's incredibly sweet and lovable, and would give his own life to make you feel better. The problem is that... Narancia doesn't even know what self harm means.

-He always tells the gang about what a cool girlfriend he's got, that you're never hot and even in the middle of Summer you still wear long sleeves. They hoped that, eventually, he would have figured out on his own what was going on, but after an entire year, they decided to tell him about it.

-Narancia didn't believe them at first and thought they were just trying to mess with him. The situation would have seriously gotten out of hand if Bucciarati wasn't there to stop him

-He refused to believe to what they were saying, but he wanted to ask you about it anyway, just to make sure that he was right and the other were a bunch of "dumb overthinkers"

-The easiest way would have been to tell Narancia that nothing was wrong, and that would have been the end of the discussion. But...you didn't want to, you wanted to get better, even though he didn't know anything about the subject, Narancia would have done anything to help you

-"Y/N...I-I know I'm not the smartest, but why didn't you tell me sooner? I...I want to be there for you, I don't know how but...e-everything will be fine, alright?"

-He immediately asks the gang for help, he doesn't want to take any risk and rely on someone that is more knowledgeable than you is definitely the safer option in this case

-He helps you find a therapist, of course, but he has some trouble understanding that he can't be there during the appointment, he just wants to be there 100% of the times

-He's great when it comes to emotional support though, he will constantly try to cheer you up and "Make all the bad thoughts go away"

-Please appreciate what this poor baby is doing, he's just trying his best

FUGO

-Fugo probably considered harming himself in the past, friendly reminder that he was about to kill his father with a dagger, are we sure that's all that he used that knife for?

-With that being said, he never actually went through with it, since he was too scared of how his parents would have reacted if they found out

-Because of this, Fugo notices that something is not right almost immediately, but he's too scared to tell you about it. He knows that this is an extremely sensitive subject, and he thinks that you're going to leave him if he brings that up

-However, eventually, he finds the courage to confront you, since knowing about the issue and doing absolutely nothing was slowly killing him inside

-"Y/N, please try to understand, this...is not good for you. I know that talking about it hurts...a lot, but it will never stop hurting if you don't face it!"

-He knows quite a lot about it, and encourages you to seek for professional assistance as soon as possible. Obviously, he helps you find a good therapist, and similar to Narancia, he's very annoyed that he can't participate to the sessions

-While he knows that emotional support is extremely important, Fugo isn't exactly the best when it comes to comforting somebody

-Of course, he'll do anything he can to avoid lashing out on you, but he's constantly worried that he isn't doing enough to help you.

-But you trust him, and you're sure that with a person like him by your side, you're going to get better

ABBACCHIO

-How do I say this...I think that Abbacchio doesn't simply know a lot about self harm, he has experienced it. He doesn't do it anymore, of course, but during that period of his life before Bruno welcomed him into the gang, Abbacchio reached a point where he would hurt himself on purpose on a daily basis.

-Because of this, he can immediately tell that something is seriously wrong, and he doesn't think twice about telling you about it

-However, while he understands how much it hurts, he still has serious problems confronting the issue in an healthy manner, so the way he told you wasn't exactly...very reassuring

-"Y/N, what the hell? Do you have ANY IDEA of how bad this is for you? What were you planning on doing? Cutting you *beep* arm until you run out of blood? Don't you give a **** about how much this would hurt the ones around you?"

-His words hurt more than the blade that passed through you veins more than once every day by now. You started crying and sobbing out loud, not knowing how to answer

-"Oh God...Y-Y/N, I'm...I'm sorry. I know how is it like...I know it t-too well. I just... I just w-want to help you"

-An entire hour later, he was able to calm you down, explaining to you his experience with self harm. Partially, you were mad at him for not talking about it sooner, but in a certain way, it reassured you, because he could perfectly understand what you were going through

-However, since he simply...stopped doing it after he met Bruno, he doesn't immediately understand what he's supposed to do to help you

-He's not dumb though, and after thinking about it for half an hour, he decides that the first step would be to find a good therapist. He feels...kind of uncomfortable accompanying you to the sessions, since the doctor accidentally thought he was the patient the first time you came to his studio

-When it comes to comforting you, as you already saw, his words may still be a bit... hostile, but you don't care. You know those words aren't filled with bitterness, that's just his way to show that he's genuinely worried for you

TRISH

-Trish, similar to Mista, knows what self harm is, but her knowledge about the issue is probably just the standard definition you would find in a dictionary

-She actually found about about the issue sooner than most members of the gang. How? It was a total coincidence, considering that she hadn't grown suspicious, not even in the slightest, that something could have been wrong

-One day, she convinced you to go shopping with her; you tried to decline, but eventually, you figured out that you could have stopped her from seeing your scars if you only put on long sleeved clothes

-It seemed like your plan almost succeeded, but as you were in the middle of putting on your regular clothes, Trish walked inside your changing room

-"Hey dear, what do you think of- Y/N, w-what are those things on your wrists? But...a-an enemy hurt you that way, r-right? You wouldn't harm yourself like that...RIGHT?!"

-You didn't say anything, you just looked down, feeling ashamed of yourself

-Since she couldn't get an answer out of you there, Trish immediately brought you back home, hoping that you would have felt more comfortable talking about it in a private place

-Slowly, you started explaining to her the whole situation. She didn't interrupt you a single time, but it was obvious from her expression that she wanted to ask you a lot of things. You could almost see her eyes getting wet

-She hugged you tight and told you that everything would have been ok. While she was clearly hurt to have found out about it in such way, she was willing to help you in any possible way

-After getting more informed about the subject, the two of you looked for a therapist together. She wanted to make absolute sure that you felt included in this choice too

-She took a break from her job as a pop star to remain by your side until you feel at least a bit better. You didn't want her to renounce to something so important for you, but when she told you about it she already made her mind, and she wasn't going to change it

-When she can't absolutely be there, she leaves you with Spice girl so that you don't feel completely alone

[costellos]

a/n: I’ve been reminiscing on a lot of cheesy romcoms and one of my favorite tropes are “dates that aren’t officially dates but basically are dates.” we love a good yearning. that said, here are some #unofficialofficialdates that the boys use to spend time with you!

tw: mentions of drugs

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & what excuses they use to get closer to you!

bruno bucciarati.

Bucciarati gets closer to you by having you assist him at “fundraisers.” 

Passione holds a handful of events throughout the year. elaborate parties with expensive champagne, mindless chatter, and some very high-profile attendees. people will join to officialize deals, buy drugs, and of course, donate to keep Passione thriving.

Bucciarati usually goes alone, acting as a representative for his escort team. this isn’t the type of scene you’d see the others at. but up until your joining, you’ve found yourself as his sole companion.

it began as a way to familiarize yourself with mobster life. his idea, of course. although he didn’t push the idea, he’d be lying if he said he hoped you would accept. ↳ “it’s not required, but the company would be nice.”

it’s an odd affair. celebrities and politicians join and no one blinks an eye. it’s not where you’d usually find yourself on a Saturday night, with you and your partner dressed to the nines (okay, maybe not a usual scene for you; Bucciarati always had something beautiful draped onto his figure).

the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails are nice, at least. but you find yourself drawn to your conversations with Bucciarati the most.

he makes you feel welcome at every event, that you deserve to be here as much as the starlet making her grand appearance. you’re unsure that you can handle business with new clients, but the way he talks to you is so reassuring and supportive that you quickly help the gang obtain new patrons.

you can’t help but notice that his speech became more casual after the first outing. he’s a fan of crude jokes and local gossip, you find. but you also notice the hand at your hip as he guides you to every following fundraiser. if you look at him while he he does so, he’d send a the kindest grin. ↳ “see? you’re a natural. we need to work on your eye contact, though. clients respond better when they see those pretty eyes look back at them.”

that shameless flirtation came out after your fifth fundraiser. by that point, Bucciarati made less of an effort to hide his attraction toward you. all the other patrons thought you to be a couple. why not play the part? besides, he finds your embarrassment endearing. cute, even. he’s already planning ways to make this night last longer.

leone abbacchio.

Abbacchio gets closer to you by helping you get ready for your missions.

you’re typically the first choice for espionage missions. the way you slip into parties, meetings, anything without anyone noticing is impressive, to say the least. but only part of that is thanks to your own abilities. Abbacchio does a lot of the heavy lifting behind the scenes.

it started when he noticed your god awful attempt at masquerade makeup. your contouring left much to be desired. ↳ “...please don’t tell me you’re actually going out like that.”

and so began a tradition of sorts. you usually meet him at his apartment, considering that’s where all his tools are. it was awkward at first; Abbacchio isn’t the best conversationalist, but he did try to seem somewhat engaged in whatever you had to say.

with time, however, it became easier. less awkward. Abbacchio shares whatever wine (and gossip) he has at his disposal that week. you find that his humor can be quite dry once you melt through that icy exterior. and with more time, you start to notice the tiniest smiles when you pop by.

he’s also less fussy when you ask him to do your makeup. before he would roll his eyes and ask when you were next available, but now... he just says to come by that Friday night. not without some minor teasing, though you found that to be a part of his charm. (plus, the fact you were breaking through to him was exciting in itself.)

he’s incredibly gentle when he does your makeup. he always holds your chin as he dabs liquid foundation onto your face, his hand moving your head for those hard-to-reach areas. when he does your eyeshadow, you can feel that same hand cup your cheek to keep you steady. though intimate, it’s not uncomfortable.

whenever he caught you staring at him, Abbacchio would ask what you were looking at. recently, however, you’ve noticed he merely purses his lips, swallows, and looks away. ↳ “huh. would’ve never known you could look so stunning. you’re welcome.”

his rude teasing made its appearance after eight visits. it’s an awful attempt to deny his feelings. maybe you’ll back off if he’s mean enough. but the way you smile at him after every session, how you shamelessly compliment him... he can’t help himself. he has to get closer to you in any way that he can.

giorno giovanna.

Giorno gets closer to you by asking you to help him with his hair.

you’d often watch girls fawn over Giorno whenever you went on patrols with him. and it’s warranted: his chiseled cheekbones, long lashes, and defined physique had him rival the Roman statues that lined Naples. everything about him is a piece of art. including his hair. 

you caught him struggling to braid his hair shortly before your next patrol. strands would be thicker than others, and in one case, you watched as his hair tie snapped between his fingers. he obviously needed help. ↳ “well, if you’re offering. be my guest.”

so you got to work. it wasn’t a big deal; part of the issue was that Giorno couldn’t see the back of his head. you separated his hair into three strands, weaved them between each other, and tied the ends of his hair into a loop. just as you’d always seen him do it.

but once you finished, Giorno was hooked. the way your fingernails dragged along his scalp, how you were so careful to not pull his hair... it was wonderful. such a small action that felt so personal to him.

he asks you to help him with his hair whenever he can. not too frequently that you’d catch on, though. and he knows you well enough to know you wouldn’t deny his request. you’re far too kind. it’s a little manipulative on his end, but he’s also aware that you wouldn’t mind.

it never feels awkward. he asks you about your day while you work. sometimes he gives you a briefing about what’s on the agenda. though it seems casual on your end, as mentioned, Giorno finds the experience quite intimate. ↳ “I don’t know what it is, but something about your touch is enough to make me feel so relaxed. ...ah, excuse me. was that too forward?”

that statement comes out after you’ve braided Giorno’s hair ten times. by that point, you’ve started to think that he doesn’t really need help with his hair. the fact that he’s started producing flowers to put in your own hair was a dead giveaway. but can you blame him? he loves seeing you blush as he tucks daisies behind your ear.

guido mista.

Mista gets closer to you by showing you his favorite quick eats.

as a long-standing resident of Naples, the gunslinger is aware of all the best restaurants in the city. from hole-in-the walls to elegant restaurants, he knows ‘em all. he has a particular soft spot for the former.

you’re the opposite of him: new to Naples and unaware of what foods await you. Mista takes it upon himself to change that. ↳ “you’ve never heard of Sorbillo and you’ve been living here for how long? ...alright, well. we’re gonna change that. you and me, Sorbillo, this Saturday.”

and thus a new tradition began. whenever you and Mista had a free Saturday night, you’d meet at whatever restaurant he recommended that week. sometimes it was seafood, other nights it was pizza, but it was always something extremely delicious (and extremely unforgettable).

he caters his choices to what you’re in the mood for. Mista’s not a picky eater by any means (so long as it’s not in fours), so he’s down for whatever you want. plus, it lets him get to know your tastes a little better.

he’s a great conversationalist. he can keep you distracted from long lines and longer food prep times. you never get the impression that he’s just making small talk, because honestly, he’s not. he genuinely wants to get to know you better. he usually asks about your life before Passione. 

your weekly outings originally started as a fun hangout between two friends. but during one chilly night, Mista was quick to notice your shivering. he wasted no time in giving you his coat and hat. ↳ “hey, you don’t ever get... I dunno... bored of this, do you? I know we’ve been doing this for a while and... if you ever wanna stop, you can let me know.”

that question came up after your seventh outing. you’d never seen the gunslinger get embarrassed like this. it only comes up because Mista’s realizing how much he loves being around you. he loves when your eyes widen as you take that first bite, he loves when muse how good the food is. he needs to know where you stand before he gets too invested because honestly, he’s starting to love you as well.

narancia ghirga.

Narancia gets closer to you by asking you to help him read. 

Fugo’s not the best tutor. bless him, he tries, but Narancia isn’t the best student either. the latter often spaces out while working. and when he doesn’t, he tries to distract Fugo with some meaningless chatter to end the session sooner. Fugo was quick to catch onto this.

as a result, he turned to you to tutor Narancia. it started as a joke. “if [Name] can’t do it, no one can,” he laughed. the pupil, however, was more than happy to switch tutors. ↳ “fine! [Name]’ll be a better teacher than you ever were!!”

and like that, you were Narancia’s new tutor. not that you minded. it would benefit the whole team if he could read above a primary school level. every Tuesday and Thursday, an hour before the gang’s meetings at Libeccio, you and Narancia would grab a table and go over his reading material. sometimes Fugo joins to watch Narancia’s progress, sometimes Mista to hang out and enjoy a slice of cake, but it’s normally a one-on-one lesson.

Narancia quickly realizes that he likes those lessons best. it’s much easier when the others aren’t teasing him for his inability to read words like “signorile.” plus, he likes his time alone with you. you don’t laugh. you never judge him. if he has a question, he doesn’t feel stupid to come to you about it, even outside of tutoring sessions.

he’s still distracted when he’s with you, but half the time it’s intentional, half the time it’s not. he just wants to learn more about you. he’ll take breaks between questions to ask you about yourself. Narancia usually sticks to questions regarding your hobbies and interests. lord help you if you share the same music taste because he’ll want to share all his favorite tunes with you.

lately he’s been quite diligent with his work. he’ll go a chapter ahead of what you’ve scheduled and... oh my, are those annotations? you’d never seen him smile brighter than when you praised him for his hard work. ↳ “what are we gonna do once my reading is like... really good? we’re not just gonna stop, are we?”

he asks you this after your fourth session. the question came up rather early, honestly. but Narancia was already having a lot of fun after working with you. he knew that this was going to be something worth his time. and when he saw your own smile, he knew that you were worth everything, too. 

pannacotta fugo.

Fugo gets closer to you by requesting your help planning missions.

most of the gang’s missions are planned by Fugo himself. while he is a college dropout, he still spent hundreds of hours studying Italian history and law. he can be trusted to help the escort team avoid law enforcement.

but there was one job he couldn’t wrap his head around. it was a breaking-and-entering mission meant for Bucciarati and Narancia. they were supposed to cross through an Armani outlet, yet... the security was fool proof. there was no way to cleanly get through it, even with Bucciarati’s Sticky Fingers. that was when you came in and proved him wrong. ↳ “[Name], would you mind helping me with this next mission? it’s a reconnaissance job for Abbacchio.”

he started coming to you whenever he felt stuck. you’re one of the few people he trusts with a task as important as this one. besides, you’d already proved that you were more than capable to untangle tough situations.

working with you is a mixed bag, though. sure, you help Fugo resolve his questions, but you make him feel so... small. it’s not that you do it on purpose. it’s just that being smart is all that he has. it’s all he’s ever known. and here you come, making these problems seem like they were nothing.

yet he can’t get enough of you. you don’t make it seem like these things are a big deal. he loves when you place your hand on his arm and praise him when he figures it out himself. god, he hates that he can’t look you in the eye; he can only imagine how lovely you look when you’re glowing.

there’s one moment that will stick with you forever. it was an infiltration mission meant for the whole team, the eleventh job you’d worked on with him. it took hours of back-and-forth bantering, Fugo having to leave the room to go scream outside, and one of Narancia’s awful energy drinks until Fugo figured it out. and when he did, you’ll never forget how he was beaming, his fingers laced with yours as he thanked you for your help. it’s too bad it didn’t last that long, for he quickly became embarrassed and turned away. ↳ “[Name]! I have another mission to work on with you! when are you free?”

Fugo saw you as his planning partner after that occurrence. he came to you with every mission he received; after all, he needs you to make sure that there aren’t any holes. he wants to chase every high he can with you. hell, every low if you’ll let him. he wants to do everything and more with you.

[jostepherjoestar]

Abbacchio takes care of you after a hard day (3.3k fic)

sfw (slight nudity but nothing sexual) // afab reader // neutral pronouns

When it rains, it pours right? You tiredly chuckle at your thought as you slump through the winding streets towards headquarters. Thick, heavy droplets of cold rain like bullets against your skin. You’re freezing, shivering and crying your eyes out. Every now and then your own thoughts point out how ridiculous you must look but the tears don’t stop. The entire day has been hell. You had a mission all on your own since it wasn’t such a big threat, excited that your Don trusted you to handle this on your own. You even went early to scout the surrounding neighbourhood of the target. It was supposed to be simple, get this guy to stop selling drugs and get him a nice new home in jail. But everything went wrong. All the information you had told you he was working alone, but there were three more guys than expected. You had finally fought them off after what felt like ages. Your main target was still standing, the both of you breathing heavily, covered in scrapes and bruises staring each other down to see who would strike first. You eventually won the fight but the culprit managed to burn down the building, cleaning off any trace of drugs needed as evidence to get these guys locked in jail forever. Now they’d get a lighter sentence, your Don having at least some pull in the police force. Disappointed, mostly in yourself that you hadn’t gotten your desired result you felt the tears of exhaustion build up and release as you walked back. Every mission before this one had ended just the way you wanted, perhaps spoiling you, making this disappointment extra bitter. You liked pleasing your superiors and felt like you failed them. Who knows when you’ll get your next solo assignment after this. Somewhere between the crying and walking it started raining heavily, in the fight the jacket you had on got ripped off, your top has gotten completely soaked and is sticking coldly to your shivering body. You weren’t a crybaby at all, no. You were known to cheer up everyone in your squad, motivating them to keep going when things got rough. You always tried to be there for the others in some way. But today just isn’t working out at all.

In the distance you see a dark figure smoking just outside the entrance of your headquarters, which at this point had become your home. The figure was holding a dark umbrella and casually lounging around, the bright orange glow of the cigarette bud a small moving dot as they inhaled. When you got closer you realised it was Abbacchio having a smoke break. Dread filling your body, he is the last person you wish to see you like this. The raindrops on your face will cover for your tears right? Not like your eyes weren’t red and puffy at all. He had noticed you walking his way, confused you didn’t return the nod he greeted you with as you quickly walked past him inside the building. The two of you had a nice thing going. You didn’t overwhelm him with too much positivity and he kept his snide comments to himself. A mutual respect built after months and months, he of course hadn’t liked you that much in the beginning. The fact that you didn’t even greet him bothered him, you even joked around with him sometimes so he’d expected you to make at least some witty comment about how soaked you were. He followed behind you with a stern look to see what was up with you. You don’t just ignore Abbacchio. You had stopped on the welcome mat that was splayed in front of the big front door inside, not wanting to create to much of a watery track all the way to your room. Sniffling and shivering you stood there as Abbacchio walked into your back when he stepped inside, the crash of his body making you fall over. Your hands caught your fall, on your knees now on the beautiful white marble floor. Again this was a tipping point, tears were forming and you didn’t have enough strength to hold them back. Abbacchio stood there for a second, even about to apologise for bumping into you when he noticed you not getting up. “Hey, you alright? Come on get up. You’ll get the floor wet.” The deep voice commanded you. You weren’t even sure how to get words out at this point. “C-could you get me a towel… please?” your voice only a hoarse whisper. A slight pang of worry grew in Abbacchio’s chest, he had never seen you like this, almost defeated. He crouched down next to you, an arm being put over your wet shoulder to turn you to face him. His violet-yellow eyes trying to find an answer to your behaviour in yours. “Please get me a towel Abbacchio.” You asked again. He had seen the exhaustion in you and felt you were completely done with whatever happened today. An affirmative grunt and he was off. You were a little surprised at his compliance but accepted it with open arms. You just needed a little help this once. Not much later he returned with a bathrobe and a towel in hand. He helped you up again to stand on the mat. “Take off everything, you’ll get the floors wet and slip. Here I brought you a robe.” His instructions were clear but the thought of undressing before him roused you out of your exhaustion. Seeing your hesitation he clicked his tongue and sighed while holding up the robe and turning his face sideways. You did as you were told, peeling off the soaked clothing from your body which at this point was pink from the cold. You slipped into the robe which felt warmed, a sigh of comfort coming from you. The stern figure before you handing you the towel to dry off your hair. He looked at you for a second, almost in a pitying manner. You caught his eyes traveling your silhouette in the robe but didn’t even care to scold him. “Come, I’ll pour you a glass of wine.” He gestured towards the sitting area. You nestled into the corner of the stylish couch sitting on your feet to warm them. Abbacchio coming back in sight with two abundantly filled glasses of white wine, he hands you one as he sits himself on the edge of the other couch so he can face you. “Did you complete the mission?” His voice serious. “It’s done. But I’m not satisfied.” You reply, disappointment filling your statement as you grind over todays happenings again. “It’s done now, Giorno handled the rest. We shouldn’t of sent you alone.” He still refuses to call our Don by his title. You could see the regret on his face as he talked. Maybe you weren’t the only one not happy with the result of the assignment. The thought bringing you comfort but also further disappointment, was your Don also not happy with your work today? You took a big sip of wine to wash the concerns away, the wine tasting refreshing with a hint of dryness. He really knew his wines well. The two of you sat in silence for a while, enjoying the wine and the quiet. It felt comfortable and not forced. If there’s one thing Abbacchio taught you, it’s to appreciate silence over useless chatter. “Is everyone out tonight?” You inquired since your bedroom was near a busy hallway. If the rest of your team started pouring in late at night you’ll definitely lose sleep. “They’ll be returning soon,” he looked at the big clock on the wall, the handles looked like they were made of vines. “But Giorno is in his office upstairs.” You hummed in reply with a hint of disappointment. Your teammates meant well but sometimes they were so loud, Mista and Narancia kept talking over one another some nights. You massage your temples at the thought. By the time you both finished your glasses you heard Mista’s loud voice booming through the front door, Sex Pistols needed to be fed and they were annoying him about it. You could hear Narancia question why there were wet clothes laying in front of the door. Abbacchio snapped his head towards the stone stairs, signalling you. You understood and quickly made your way upstairs with him in tow. He couldn’t help but stare at the way your hips moved with every step, the way your behind bounced along. A hunger rising within him, he fought against it, calling himself unworthy of it.

“Could… could I take a bath?” You asked shyly when you arrived in his room. Abbacchio was the only one with a luxurious claw footed bathtub, the rest of you had nice bathrooms with roomy showers but Abbacchio had quickly claimed his tub for his own. No one was to use it besides him. Sometimes late at night you’d hear soft music coming from the end of the hallway where his room was situated. People knew not to bother him then. After a short contemplation he replied with a curt ‘ok’. He drew the bath for you like a witch carefully preparing a potion. The golden handles touched with fervour, sprinkled herbs and salts stirred with his strong upper arm until he was satisfied with his concoction. “Just don’t touch anything.” He said with a stern tone while looking you in the eye. You felt like a child being scolded for something you haven’t even done yet. Before leaving he turned on his little radio, soft orchestral music building it’s way up. You slid into the warm bath feeling the relief wash over you already as you inhaled the smell of lavender. It felt heavenly. The opposite of the painful rains spatters, the water now feeling like a warm blanket wrapped around you as you floated deeper into thought. The music kept building up to more dramatics and you felt like royalty. You softly rubbed your aching limbs to get them clean, and after rinsing your hair you had relaxed your arms on the sides of the bath. The melodies ebbed and flowed, lulling you to sleep while the salts removed all the stress in your body. During your blissful rest Abbacchio cleaned up your wet clothes downstairs and informed your team with the least amount of details of your hellish day. Of course they were worried about you, Bruno even having to stop himself from coming up for a talk. But they agreed to bother you tomorrow so you could rest tonight. Abbacchio however, did not mention to them the fact that you were drifting off in his luxurious sanctum at the moment. He’d let you take your time but after an hour he started to question wether you had drowned. A bit concerned since he didn’t want a dead body in his beautiful tub, he went to check up on you. Before he went he made a stop in you bedroom to collect some clothing, he’d already overstepped some boundaries tonight so what’s one more. He’d picked out a sultry set of lingerie you only wore for special occasions, which was beyond his knowledge (he just liked the way it looked), black laced with small red rose details. He knocked softly but got no reply, the knocks were drowned out by the sound of string instruments. He crept open the door and saw your head resting against the porcelain. Quickly he scuttled over to your side to check if you were still breathing. He swallowed deeply at the sight of you, the mounds of your breast covered half way with milky water, skin glistening in the soft light. With soft breaths your chest moved up and down in a peaceful manner. You looked like a painting to him, untouched perfection. Fantasies swirling around his head like dark clouds. Fought as he may, he couldn’t get rid of them. He’s always thought you were beautiful, your aura that of a warm glowing candle. He’d felt that there was more to your cheerful disposition and it irritated him that you could so easily hide the darkness under a kind facade. But time and time again he scolded himself unworthy of someone like you. He’ll just mess it up, just like he does with everyone else he lets in.

You felt serene, no worry could cloud your mind anymore tonight. But the sound of footsteps started pulling you away from the softness of sleep. The water around you was starting to drop in temperature too which roused you even further. When you sat up more and opened your tired eyes you were met by the familiar yellow-purple gradient. Startled by the intruder you sank back into the water to cover yourself more. You could see the familiar lingerie in his hands and connected the dots. The man before you was silent and trying to come up with an explanation. It made you smile a little to see him like that. He didn’t have a blush covering his face or wasn’t stumbling over his words, he just seemed concerned how to make it seem not creepy that he was in the bathroom with you. You felt so at peace because of the magical bath he had prepared you honestly didn’t care. “You can put them over there Abbacchio, thank you.” You smiled politely as he did what he was told. Unbeknownst to you, he melted every time you said his name. But just like you he knew how to keep up a collected facade. He’d already changed into his own sleep attire, a black v-neck shirt that hugged his torso just right and dark coloured comfortable pyjama trousers that accentuated his hips. You dried off at your own slow tempo, unbothered by anything. The events of today that broke you earlier seemed to have left in a hurry. You stepped out into Abbacchio’s room in your sleep shirt and fancy underwear, having left behind the bra for comfort. You’d pick it up later. The room was dark, only a warm light illuminating the bedside table. He sat with a couple of pillows behind him leaning against the headboard reading a tattered book with his legs comfortably crossed over each other. The bathroom was so warm but Abbacchio’s bedroom felt cold like the window had stayed open all day. Before you know it you scooted over to him on the bed and hugged his arm. “Thank you for tonight. I know you don’t usually do this.” You squeezed his arm as an extra, pressing it to your body. You could feel him tense up, he cleared his throat. “Only this once. Don’t tell the others you took a bath, they’ll bother me about it all year.” He cooly replied. But on the inside he was exploding at your touch, his muscled arm pressed against the warmth of your body. It felt like home. You were on the verge of sleeping again, the short nap in the tub only being an appetiser. You felt like you were on thin ice at this point, already having invaded his space enough for a while but still you wanted to see how far you could go. The rest of your teammates were still downstairs eating a late dinner, your Don upstairs was quiet, probably still working or resting. “Could… could I sleep here tonight?” You whispered against his arm, afraid that looking him in the eyes would make his denial feel worse. He remained quiet which made you nervous. “Because of the noise… the guys, you know them.” You continued trying to solidify your case. It seemed to work though, he took a pillow out from behind his back and smacked it onto your lap. You felt way too satisfied at your win but mostly happy to be with someone tonight. You’ve never liked sleeping alone too much, it’s like the moment another person’s next to you the worries melt away. Abbacchio felt himself gripping his book tighter, having closed it after your request. He felt himself burn up at the idea of you next to him. Not sure if he could even sleep with you there. But the ache for another’s caring touch is what really made him comply. The both of you were starved of tender love and care for far too long without even knowing that’s how the other felt. But like magnets you were pulled together. You had both positioned yourselves on your backs staring into the darkness of the ceiling. Only a small amount of light from the moon coming through the thin curtains. Shallow breaths were the only sound filling the room. There was no way you could fall asleep like this, both too tense to move. After a small mental pep talk you decided to roll on your side. An open invitation for him to spoon you, not sure if he’d bite. It’s like your movement put him into action. He turned on his side too and you felt him move closer. A cautious arm snaking around you which you generously held onto. This sign indicating to him he was welcome so he moved even closer to you. Your warm bodies now pressed together, his big figure cradling you from behind. You felt safe and warm, his body like a furnace you were all too glad to have around you.  A satisfied sigh coming from both of you. Safe in each others space drifting off to sleep.

It was Sunday morning. The early sun glowing lazily against the window. Once a month on the third Sunday everyone had an extra day off to relax, most of the time it was reserved for quality time with the squad. You breathed out a soft laugh thinking about the quality time you had already spent with your companion. Which made you realise the space behind you was cold and you were alone again. You missed him already, not sure if it was him specifically or just the touch of another. Tiredly you walked down the cold stairs to the kitchen for some coffee to wake you up properly. It still seemed early, the vine-like hands on the big clock assuring you it was just before 9. Bruno and Giorno were already seated at the counter nursing their cups, quietly talking to one another. Your Don’s hair wasn’t done for once, a sight you rarely saw. Bruno’s hair looked a little shaggy too. A sight you’ve seen a couple hundred mornings. Both in their pyjamas too. You had put on a pair of fluffy socks to keep your feet warm on the cold marble tiles, sure they were stylish but they were absolutely freezing. Their chatter stopping as you reached for a cup and started filling it. “So… where’d you sleep last night? Your bedroom door was still open this morning.” Bruno teased with a cocked eyebrow, he already knew the answer to that question. Giorno hid a chuckle behind his coffee, the two of them seeming antsy to hear your answer. You finished pouring your coffee and put your two hands on the counter to at least attempt a dominant pose as you stared them down. “I think you gossips already know the answer.” You teased back, if your Don was pestering you like this you had every right to return the favour. “Come on, we just want to hear you say it.” Giorno pleaded with a playful smile. A sly grin starting to cover your face. “Leone Abbacchio. What of it.” His deep voice boomed from behind them, Abbacchio stood in the doorway holding boxes from the local bakery. Giorno’s and Bruno’s eyes wide in shock as they turned around to face him. Silenced by their surprise. Guiltily holding up their hands in defence as they muttered under their breath. You smiled at their reaction as you smugly sipped your coffee. That shut them up good.

“Wait who did Abbacchio sleep with?” Narancia yelled as he stomped down the stairs making you choke on your coffee. News spread fast around here.

this song made me feel things while writing this

[c-c-cherry]

I got it, what stuffies do the bucci gang members have?? Cause no matter WHAT they say, each of them has a comfort stuffy

Hell yeah Bucci gang comfort stuffies Bucci gang comfort stuffies (because even our boys in Passione have at least one)

Go give @jjadegreen a follow because her thoughts make up 99.9% of the head canons I post!!!

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Giorno

-Our boy’s got one medium sized plush ladybug. Narancia definitely gave it to him (he probably got it when he was sick or something just like what happened in The Unknown!)

-It was definitely the first stuffy he’d ever owned and he had no idea why they were giving it to him at first

-He has this external mindset that toys are for children but he literally loves this thing so much

-He’s too ashamed to tell anyone even though Narancia practically has a collection and he knows no one is gonna judge him for it

-It usually sits on a shelf but when Giorno has tough nights he hugs it to comfort himself and fall asleep

-It’s extremely well-kept because it’s Giorno's first stuffed animal. He adores it

-On one of his worse nights, Narancia walks in on him curled up under his blankets just—full-on crying into this poor ladybug. He skeets out of the room real quick and Giorno thought he’d completely fucked up and starts freaking out a bit only to see Nara run back in with more than an armful of stuffies and just dumps them all onto his bed

-They eat chocolate and take the best nap ever. This becomes a nice little weekly routine for the boys where the two of them can just sit and spill all their secrets and all that bro shit

-When Bruno catches wind of this via Narancia, he makes sure that they all give him a new plushie for his birthday

-Giorno acts like he could care less about it and politely thanks them, but Narancia gives Bruno all these little updates about how much Giorno loves every single one of them :’)

Bruno

-Surprisingly? Beanie baby collection

- He started collecting when he was a kid and paused the collection for the beginning of his time in Passione but started it up again about 3 years ago

-Beanie baby attic? Beanie baby attic

-When Fugo first moved in with him and just saw like—a room full of beanie babies he had no idea what to think but it's become a ritual at this point for each new member of the bucci gang to stare longingly at the vast collection when they first move in with them

- None of the beanie babies are exceptionally rare but he takes very good care of each and every one (like a good parent should)

- Although he doesn’t really have favourites, he does have a certain attachment to Smoochy the Frog because it was a gift from Leone (who begrudgingly denies that he has anything to do with the frog whenever one of them asks about it)

-What he DIDN’T know was that Polpo had a massive one. Like, a huge one because he was Polpo and of course he did

-Once he inherits all of Polpo’s shit he’s handed like, a million beanie babies and he is overjoyed

-He still keeps his own special collection separate from those ones, though. Because that shit’s special

Narancia

-Enormous plushie collection. Seriously.

-He cuddles with a different one each night like a devoted bro

-He has super tiny ones and huge ones that are bigger than him and a whole variety of them and they’re just fucking everywhere all over his room

-He can literally nap anywhere thanks to vast amount of comfiness in his room now

-They all have names which no one else can seem to remember other than Bruno.

-He always has special ones on hand specifically for lending out to the others (usually Giorno or Fugo) whenever one of them gets sad or overwhelmed

-Whenever he gets a new one he always asks everyone for name ideas (Mista is the best at coming up with names)

-Whenever one of his old animal plushies gets too old/can barely even function as a toy anymore, Giorno will turn it into an actual animal for him so it can still live on in a way :)))

-His favourite is a dirty, crusty, old plush lamb named Pecorey that he got from his mother when he was 2. When I tell you this thing is crusty, it’s CRUSTY

-But it’s very dear to his heart so it doesn’t matter ;-;

-Bruno has tried to clean her a few times but it seems like the grime will never come off. Narancia thinks the dirt gives her personality though.

Abbacchio

-Refuses to admit he has any plushies

-He has 2. One teddy bear he found at a garage sale that had Bruno’s hairstyle, so obviously he bought it.

-The second one is a tiny plushie that Narancia made by hand. Yes, the plushie also looks like Bruno. Abbacchio claimed it was ugly when narancia made it but he takes very good care of the tiny Bruno.

-Will not bring them out of his closet under any circumstances. Even when he’s sad ;(

-He helps Bruno dust off his beanie babies, even though he swears that he hates doing it

Mista

-His plushie is... can you even call it a plushie?

-It’s a teddy bear he got as a baby, but mista never took good care of it so it’s just.... a stuffingless husk. Just skin.

-Mista claims the bear is named Cattivo but the rest of Team Bucciarati usually refers to the bear as ‘it’. Abbacchio keeps trying to throw it out but he always fails.

-They always wonder why Mista still keeps it around and one night they find out that his eldest sister found him after he came out of jail and gave it to him and it's the only item that he has left that stuff connects him to his family (and also the last time he saw his sister)

-They start calling the bear Cattivo after that

-It sits on his bookshelf and he puts it next to his pillow when he gets sad

Fugo

-Has no plushies of his own, though he used to have hundreds back when he lived surrounded by wealth

-When he turned seven, his parents took away all toys that he owned and replaced them with books and school supplies, telling him that he’s fated to do well in academics and doesn’t need any distractions

-He still has it drilled into his head that he doesn’t need them or doesn’t deserve them and makes it clear to everybody that he doesn’t want any (even though he kinda does)

-He does frequently steal plushies from Narancia though

-He always returns them in the end because he just ends up feeling bad for wanting one but Narancia doesn’t mind.

-He usually takes this one huge dragon that’s big enough to hug with his entire body. While fugo will never admit it to his team, he really likes affection with those that he trusts, so having a huge plush (even if he’s just borrowing it) to hug is nice.

Trish

-Collects those tiny Japanese plushies which are like... food, drinks, etc,,but with those cute little eyes.

-She buys like, 4 of them a week.

-Her favourite changes almost daily, usually just whichever one she bought most recently :)

-Fugo and Giorno don’t really see the appeal in food with faces, but Mista and Narancia LOVE Trish’s collection

-If she orders one she ends up not liking, she gives it to Narancia for his collection (and sometimes Mista if he begs hard enough)

- Trish has an entire LED display wall in her room for her collection. Her impulse buying of these plushies knows no bounds. She tries to save up for huge ones but she ends up buying a bunch of small ones on impulse.

-Bruno did get her a few huge ones for her birthday, though!

-Whenever Abbacchio is out shopping and runs into one of them that she doesn’t have, he kind of just,,,sneakily buys it and puts it on her bed while she’s not there for her to find later

-She has no idea who keeps gifting her these blessings, but she has a feeling that its him hehehe

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I  still have this cat stuffy in my room that Jade got me when I was 3 or 4 (but she was like 2 when she “gave” it to me so it was more like our mom bought it lmao) and I named it Kitty because I was super original. When I was 5, I lost it once and refused to sleep for days without it so my parents “found it” which really meant they went and bought me a second one and right after that WE ACTUALLY FUCKING FOUND IT LMAO

But like 6 months later my parents split and now I have one at each of their houses so it works! No Kitty is more superior than the other, I love my children equally😌😌

Listen, I know all y’all have at least ONE toy/item/memento somewhere, even if you haven’t seen it or thought about it in years. And I wanna know what it is. 

[theladysexpistol]

100 follower celebration part 1!

Phantom kiss (Guido Mista x fem!reader)

Hey guys, so you’ve probably noticed by now I’ve been a bit slower than normal on the response time to your requests, and that’s because I have been working on my way to celebrate gaining 100 followers on this blog!!

Now that we’re halfway to the next milestone (insert: bree screaming. y’all are literally insane I can’t believe I’m already at 150!), I’ve finally finished the first of three “freebie” reader fics.

To no one’s surprise, the first one is Mista.

I’ve actually been working on this one very slowly, wayyy before I even started this blog. I’m glad I waited until after to finish it up, because I feel like I’ve learned so much already.

The fic’s gonna be under a cut just for length’s sake. It’s totally SFW.

Summary: Mista’s got it bad for Bucciarati’s new ward, a young woman with a Stand power that’s made her the target of exploitation by others within Passione. But if Mista loves her, that means his attention-seeking Stand does too... which can only be bad for him.

  “Mista! Mista! Miiiiista!”

   Frustrated by the lack of peace and quiet, Guido Mista threw down the pen in his hand and glared at the source of all the noise. The six little figures that make up his Stand had been bothering him nonstop since breakfast, apparently too hungry today to let him accomplish anything. He didn’t like to ignore his Stand, but he was in the middle of finishing a report for Bucciarati that should’ve been done... well, a long time ago. Way before Giorno joined, at least that much he was sure. He didn’t feel like getting his ass chewed out by Abbacchio today - though he was sure there’d end up being some other reason to get nagged at later - and so he was trying to get it done in a timely manner.

   When he heard the door to his bedroom open, Mista gave a sigh. It could be Abbacchio or Giorno with some serious business, or Narancia just playing around trying to bug him too. What Mista hadn’t expected was to turn around and for his eyes to land on the beauty that was you.

   Soft hair, wide eyes that haven’t had their innocent gleam stolen by the world just yet; slim, defined cheekbones and the slightest upturned nose. His eyes knew the curves of your body quite well, having watched you a fair number of times since you moved in to Bucciarati’s home with them. You were a genuine Italian beauty, and you unknowingly had the gunslinger entirely at your mercy.

   “Sorry to bother you, Mista,” you said, and his heart pounded a bit more in his chest. Mista abandoned the report for the moment and straddled the back of his chair to watch you. “I’m just coming to get your laundry.”

   “Mia bella, you work so hard for all of us,” Mista leaned his cheek on his hand as he watched you, chuckling softly when he saw your nose scrunch up just ever so slightly. He was well aware and accepted the fact by now that people thought he smelled a bit strange, and had resigned himself to being amused with the reactions. At least yours was cute.

   “It’s the least I can do,” you answered as you straightened back up, looking back over toward him with a kind smile. “In return for everything you guys do for me. My Stand’s pretty useless after all...”

   “Well I wouldn’t call it useless,” Mista mischievously grinned back. “Isn’t that why you’re even under our protection here in the first place? Because people want to use it for themselves?”

   You shot him an unamused look, but knew he was right. Your Stand, Marina Diamonds, gave you the ability to turn anything carbon-based you touched into precious jewels and metals by rearranging the chemical structure of the object. There was little to no combat ability to your Stand, but to a gang that already utilized these strange manifestations of the spirit to a great deal in its everyday business, exploiting a young woman off the streets seemed like a no-brainer. After becoming a target for the greedy mafiosi at the top of Passione, you’d taken a risk and gone to the one group that the people of Napoli trusted for protection, though they also happened to be members of the same gang that was targeting you; Bruno Bucciarati and his team. Bucciarati had a good heart though, had taken pity on your plight and negotiated your safety; however, he’d taken you on as a protected ward in case anyone in the gang tried to go behind his back. Living with a group of gangsters certainly wasn’t the life you enjoyed before your secret ability had been found out, but you were incredibly grateful for their protection and their companionship. 

   “I’ll be making lunch in a bit too,” You huffed, changing the subject immediately as you walked across Mista’s room and back to the doorway. “I think everyone else left for Libeccio’s, so I’ll make something for you too.”

   Mista was a bit hurt to hear he had been left behind by the rest of the team, but was very tempted by the fact that he was left alone with you in the house. He had been trying to put the moves on you for some time now, and he loved the way you got flustered under his compliments, despite that he got the feeling you didn’t take them seriously. None of the others would be around to tease him, or interrupt, or snatch your attention form him. But this damn report had to be finished; so with that he let you go. “I’ll probably have something later, thanks.”

   The moment you disappeared from his bedroom however, his Stand returned as antsy as ever.

   “Miiiiiista! We want something to eat now!” whined Number 6.

   “We get some chow and you get to spend time with that beautiful babe!” Number 2 chimed in. “Sounds like a win-win for everyone right? Let’s go!”

   “I already told you guys, I’m busy,” he groaned.

   “I bet she’ll give us food without you even being there,” Number 3 mocked him.

   “And lots of headpats!” Number 5 chirped, and Mista was surprised to find that not a single one, not even 3, made fun of him for that. In fact, they all seemed rather delighted at the idea.

   The pestering continued, perhaps even now with a renewed vigor, and Mista had had enough. “Maybe if you six are going to keep bothering me, you should go bug her for food!”

   “Didja hear that boys? Mista said so, let’s go!” Number 7 cheered. “Yeehaw!”

   He watched with some relief as the flea-sized Stand hopped off his desk and floated through his open bedroom door, laughing and cheering the whole way toward the kitchen. Mista wasn’t worried; he could sense where all six of them were at all times, and if they were really that hungry they’d head straight to the kitchen without causing any trouble.

   No sooner had he gone back to the report he had writing that Mista realized his grave mistake in allowing his Stand to be alone with you. Any chance at peace of mind was immediately squandered when he remembered one simple fact - if he was in love with you, the Sex Pistols were too. And those little bastards had no filter on their mouths; they would tell you. They’d tried before, but he’d been there to silence them. And he had just sent them on their own straight to where you were.

   Mista stood up so fast he knocked the chair over in his haste and rushed after them.

~

   He heard you giggling as he approached the kitchen, and the whining voices of his Stand begging for more attention over the others. Figures they would fight over you, you showered them with affection enough to make him jealous sometimes.

   The smell of baked lasagne drifted toward Mista, and the rumble of his stomach in response made him regret telling you he’d put off eating til later. The image of you, sharing your heavenly cooking with those little brats who made up his Stand would have him even more jealous if he hadn’t been so worked up over leaving them alone with you.

   “Now, now Number 3,” came your sweet voice, and Mista strained his ears to hear what was going on. “How many times have I told you - if you want food and pats from me, you cannot be mean to Number 5. All of you work so hard for Mista! There’s no need for such things. Come here, Number 5.”

   There was enough of a silence - aside from the soft protests of the other Pistols - to drag out Mista’s curiosity and he briefly used his connection to his Stand to view, through Number 1’s eyes, what on earth was going on. That was how Mista found himself staring up at you, much larger by the Pistols’ standards, cradling Number 5 in both your hands as you raised him toward your face and puckered your lips.

   Mista realized what was going on and pulled back to his own consciousness with a gasp, but that did little to change what happened. At the same time that you must have placed your lips on the little Stand, Mista’s cheek heated with the sensation of a phantom kiss. Some part of his brain shut down as he tried to process what just happened.

   You had done that so casually, it couldn’t have been the first time, right? But gods above, he was sure he would’ve remembered something like that. Something like the feeling of your lips on his skin, you, the object of his affections, when he hadn’t seriously fallen for a woman since joining Bucciarati’s team.

   On top of that, you had a Stand yourself! You had to know that every sensation felt by a Stand went straight back to the user, right? You had to know that kissing the Sex Pistols would be felt by him too, right?

   Almost perfectly in time with Mista successfully gathering his thoughts once again, the Sex Pistols’ whining caught his attention again.

   “Bella, you’re so cruel! You can’t just give kisses to Number 5!”

   “If he gets kisses, we should all get kisses!”

   “There’s nothing more we could want than grub and kisses from a beautiful lady!”

   He heard you giggle once again in response, surprisingly genuine and bubbly despite the obnoxious pestering of his Stand.

   “I can’t imagine how I’m going to explain this to Mista,” you replied sweetly. “But all right, come here, all of you. You’re just so charming, how can I resist!”

   Mista cheered to himself silently. I was the first thing she thought of. If she finds them charming, then I must be downright desirable.

   And then his thoughts froze, just as he felt the first touch of your lips on his Stand, and therefore by association his own face. He felt dizzy at the sensation of being peppered in kisses, and leaned back against the wall he was hiding in. He imagined your face, right in front of him, holding his chin before dipping in.

   Mista held his breath. It was nearly too much for him to handle, but he didn’t want to make any noise that would give away he had been spying on them. Oh boy, he was screwed.

   After a moment, the sensations stopped, and Mista released his tension all at once. He immediately strained once more to hear the conversation, and his heart leapt into his throat.

   “Bella, you should kiss Mista too!” Number 6 exclaimed loudly. “He’d like it even more than we do!”

   Panic overcame him. Now what could he do? He had to stop the Pistols, but if he jumped into the room right now, you would figure out he had been listening this whole time. A sense of dread washed over him as he realized that there really was no way to get out of this without his feelings for you being exposed. Surely, you knew he was attracted to you; but finding out he was in love would probably be a bit more of a shock. Mista braced himself, hoping it would be all over soon.

   “Oh? I don’t know about that...” your voice was gentle and soft when you replied, not at all like it had been before. You sounded... nervous? “I mean? Mista? I can’t imagine a kiss from me being anything special.”

   He almost wanted to yell “Yes! Of course it would be!” but other than that obviously giving away his hiding spot, his body seemed to freeze again.

   “You should! You should!” Number 5 chirped.

   “Mista is very fond of you,” That was either Number 1 or Number 7, Mista’s brain was racing so much further ahead than the rest of him that he couldn’t even recognize the voice of his own Stand.

   “He’s always thinking about how he can protect you!” Number 6 exclaimed.

   All of their voices began to blend together, pestering and crying as they swirled around you, while unbeknownst to you their master stood a mere few feet away on the other side of the wall. Your face flushed a deep red. Of course you had feelings for Mista. Who wouldn’t be enchanted by the handsome, boyishly charming gunslinger? And the excitement with which his Stand was teasing you, well... you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest at the thought that Mista could possibly feel similar.

   With a small smile finding its way into your face, you exited the kitchen to the cheers of the Sex Pistols, a spiritual octopus limb extending from your arm as you rocketed yourself around the doorway and into the hallway toward his bedroom; before you smacked roughly into something built and towering over you. You knew exactly what it was though, and smiled up toward Mista.

   His face was a similar shade of red to yours, and you couldn’t remember ever seeing him flustered before.

   “Mia bella, my apologies,” he finally found the words as he steadied you, hands on both of your arms. “I came to look for the Pistols, and you know I actually was kinda getting hungry so I hoped I could-“

   “The Sex Pistols,” you interrupted him with another smile. “Are in the kitchen. They wanted me to give you something.”

   “They did?”

   Without answering, you folded your hands behind your back and stood up on your toes, leaning in to plant your lips on the one spot on his face that hadn’t reacted when you kissed the Sex Pistols. When you pulled away, Mista was tongue-tied; even though your lips had pulled away from his.

   “I hope you don’t mind,” another giggle escaped from you, before turning on your heel and going back toward the kitchen.

   Mista, finally shaking off his shock, stood up a bit straighter as a grin found its way onto his face once again. “Well, guess I shouldn’t have been so worried after all,” he mumbled, following after you with all the intent to return the favor tenfold.

[headoverjojo]

Hey can I request a scenario where all of La Squadra survived to Bruno's gang but s/o (who is like a sibling figure), and then one day they discovered that she/he is in fact still alive but held captive by another gang, this gang saved her but instead of healing her they were keeping her in a comatose state (or artificial coma). Then the squad went to save them. Feel free to ignore if it's too specific or what so ever!

Hello there, honey :3 Ooooh I loved this request so much!! I hope you’ll like it! I had so much fun writing it :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione finds out that their sibling-like teammate is alive but kept in a comatose state by a rival gang and they go to rescue them

(Under the cut for length, blood, murders, and so on!)

Risotto and his men always thought that seeing the Boss’ demise would have been sweet. And it had been, all in all. They never felt such a satisfaction, a pleasure like that. Seeing the fear and the panic in his eyes, when Gold Experience Requiem nullified without any effort King Crimson’s power, had been… sublime. And that kid, Giorno… he was a good boy. And he had showed more than once to be a born leader. With some assistance, support and time to learn, he would have become the greatest leader of the whole Italian criminal world, Risotto thought.

It would have been absolutely perfect, if all his teammates were there. Gelato, Sorbetto… G/N. Sorbetto and Gelato’s deaths were still painful wounds, but, now that the Boss, Cioccolata and Secco, the very people who had planned and acted to kill them, were dead, it was more… bearable. It still stung, like an old wound never completely healed, but it was way more bearable. Now that they have been avenged, they could rest in peace. But G/N…

They hadn’t even found their body.

Bucciarati and his kids didn’t know what happened to them, as no one of them ever faced G/N. They had been intercepted before they could even try to stop Bucciarati and kidnap Trish; just later, when the Squadra finally faced Cioccolata and Secco, they found out that the two were responsible of their death too.

None of the Squadra members held back, when they finally had the chance to give them the final blow.

And still… the body was nowhere to be found. They had searched everywhere, in every corner, in every dark alley. They had scoured every centimeter of the drainages, they had interrogated every informator they still had. And they hadn’t find even a trace of them. The new Don had helped them, of course, but not even him and Passione’s great resources could do anything. G/N just seemed… to be vanished in thin air.

Nevertheless, they never gave up. They all loved G/N, they loved them fiercely. They had been the glue that even in the darkest times had kept together the group. They had been always here for every single one of them: they were the one who always calmed down Sorbetto and Gelato when they had a fight, leading them to forgive each other; they were the one who, when Risotto was feeling down, usually around his cousin’s death anniversary, sat down with him, with two glasses of liquor, to make a toast in his cousin’s honour, and to listen to his stories about him. They were here when Prosciutto had panic attacks due to all the anxiety and responsibilities that weighed on his heart and when Pesci needed few words of encouragement. They always listened actively to Melone’s happy ramblings about the last news on a scientific magazine, and they always helped Illuso to perfectly organize his archives in the mirror world, chatting with him. G/N was the only one able to calm down Ghiaccio when he was deep in one of his furious rampages, and the only one who saw Formaggio without his usual cocky and smug facade.

And now they were gone.

The Squadra, however, wanted to honor them one last time, to give them a proper burial. They wanted them to have a place where G/N could rest in peace and where they could go to pay their respects. G/N deserved this. But, without a body, they couldn’t do it.

Their hunt had been frustrating and useless until a cold December day, more or less eight months later. That day, when they made their usual weekly round of interrogations, one of their informators shared something interesting.

“There are rumors, you know… about the Artiglios. I’ve heard they keep captive someone… I’ve asked about it, of course, and you know how persuasive I can be, yeah, do you remember when- the man stopped, when he saw Prosciutto’s jaw tightening. It wasn’t a good sign… maybe it was better to go straight to the point. An irritated Prosciutto wasn’t good, he knew it too well. -Anyway, I’ve offered this dude a couple of drinks, you know, the strong ones, and oh boy he started to sing like a nightingale. He said they had found this person and that they were barely alive. They thought they were a poor soul and, well, they decided to heal them, hoping they would have been useful to them. And well… when they finally cleaned their face from all that blood, they recognized them. It was your teammate, you know, G/N, the one who seems to be vanished. They have them, as far as I know, but honestly I don’t know if your G/N is fine, if they chose to stay with that gang or what. Maybe they died. I don’t know, the guy fell on the waitress’ tits and the barman kicked him out. I would have done the same, if you want to know that, absolutely.” Prosciutto grimaced, disgusted. Still… those infos had ignited again a sparkle of hope in his heart. Maybe they finally had a track to follow…

“And does your dude have a name?” the hitman asked, with a silky voice. The man gulped, shivering. He really didn’t want to be in that poor man’s shoes…

“Antonello Nocera, but he’s known as Svelto. Don’t ask me why, someone says it’s because he’s as fast as a water snake when he has to run from the cops, someone else because, well… he’s not really skilled in bed. Whatever. You can find him at the Torre Nera, drinking until he forgets who he is. I advise you to get there before he’s too far in his dreamy world.” the little smelly man tipped his hat to Prosciutto, before disappearing in the dark alley, careful not to be spotted by anyone. Prosciutto sighed, fishing a little hand mirror from his pocket. Illuso was there, and he knew that, through his mirrors, the whole squad had listened to the news.

“Get him to the HQ, Prosciutto. He’ll sing like a nightingale for us too.” Illuso said, with a malicious grin. Prosciutto nodded, closing the hand mirror with a little snap, and marched toward the infamous bar.

He really wanted to hear Antonello Nocera sing as loud as he could.

-

Antonello Nocera, or Svelto, was even more a coward than what they thought. Risotto didn’t even had to make him spit razors; a small blade piercing his forearm had been more than enough to make him cry and confess everything he knew.

And so, the team found out that their G/N, their beloved G/N, was alive. They were, in fact, kept captive, and this lift from their heart a weight they didn’t even realised was there. They hadn’t abandoned them… they had been forced to do it. And their teammates would have brought them back, at any cost.

The plan was simple: enter, kill whoever was on their path, take G/N and go back to the HQ. If the Artiglio gang was lead by a wise leader, they wouldn’t have tried to stop them or to get their revenge. If not… they would have tasted the rage of the whole hitman team.

The night of G/N’s rescue was even colder than the prior days. Even Ghiaccio, who usually bear the cold like it was nothing, was freezing. The team waited until the patrol was at the other side of the building, an unimpressive grey block of concrete, to break in.

Formaggio, who was already inside thanks to Little Feet, opened for them the door. While they were entering, Melone noticed, in a corner, a couple of bodies, but no blood; Formaggio knew how to kill discreetly, when he wanted to. They silently run from room to room, dismissing everyone they met: Ghiaccio froze to death a guard who was coming in their direction; The Grateful Dead silenced forever the men in the surveillance room, and Pesci literally teared a guard’s heart from his own chest with his Beach Boy. Illuso tricked a small group of potential dangerous obstacles in the mirror world, and a single motion of Risotto’s hand made appear on five guards macabre bloody smiles on their throats. The Artiglio gang had abducted one of their team; they would have shown no mercy.

Finally, they made their way to the last room. It was mostly dark, and the only little light came from few medical machinery that surrounded a hospital bed. Their heart skipped a beat when they saw, under the thin light grey cover and many small tubes, G/N. Their body was worn and weak, they… they seemed a corpse. And, when they called them, when G/N didn’t even flinch when Formaggio screamed their name and Ghiaccio shook them, the group of men really thought it was, by now, too late. However, Melone, showing more authority than in the past few years, silenced them all. He went near their bed, studying the data on the machinery and their condition with sharp eyes. Then, he checked the IVs and grimaced, understanding what was happening to them.

“So, Melone? What’s this? Are they fine?” Pesci frantically asked, anxious. Melone nodded, after studying also their medical records, sighing.

“They’re in an induced coma. There aren’t brain damages… The Artiglios just kept them asleep with a cocktail of benzodiazepines and remifentanil. Maybe they wanted to use them as bait or as informator… I honestly don’t know and I don’t care. We have to carry them out.” he said and, when he noticed that Formaggio was already going to tear out the IV needles from their arm, he immediately stopped him.

“No! It has to be done slowly, or they’ll suffer permanent damages! We have to carry them out with the IVs. At the HQ I’ll start the awakening procedures.” he ordered, with a harsh and professional tone. With some careful maneuvers, the whole group managed to carry G/N and all the IVs out of the room. Risotto and Pesci, the strongest ones, carried G/N with incredible care, and Melone carried the IVs; Formaggio and Illuso opened the way, and Ghiaccio and Prosciutto closed the group. They didn’t meet any other obstacles and, once they were out of the building, Risotto turned to Formaggio and Ghiaccio, with an unmistakable look in his eyes.

Burn everything down.

The two stayed back, while the rest of the group carried G/N to their headquarters, surrounded and protected by the darkness. When they were near their HQ, that same darkness was lightened by high and huge flames bloomed behind them, right where the enemy gang’s headquarters were. Formaggio and Ghiaccio had accomplished their work.

Now… now they just had to wake G/N up, and everything would have been ok.

This time, for real.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Should i request this? I thought about it and if it's too much it's okay if you don't answer it, okay.... (suicide attempt mention) can i request some headcanons for Bruno's gang with an s/o that attempted suicide after trying to escape a lot? Like they were back from a mission and they see s/o on the floor, how they react, what do they do? If the attempt is too much for them to handle would they take their s/o to a hospital? And what happens after ir?

This is doable! So don’t worry about it too much, also I’ll put a tag for those who are sensitive to this type of thing 

Yandere! Bruno’s team headcanons with an s/o who attempted suicide after multiple failures of escape

Yandere! Bruno Buccellati 

He’s at your side in a heartbeat when he sees you lying unmoving in the floor, he checks your pulse and makes sure you’re breathing. He knows your alive and takes you to the hospital just to make sure nothing internal happened.

Bruno likely realized it would likely had come to this eventually prior to you actually committing the act. You honestly did frighten him when you actually tried to attempt taking your life.

However this won’t deter him one bit, he wants to take care of you no matter what it takes. He even arranges to stay in the room as much as possible with you with his mafia ties. 

The twenty year old is gentle every step of the way, trying to soothe you out of your brief trauma. He admits he can’t face seeing you leave if you got better and went off on your own, and he can make things much better if you just cooperate with him.

When you’re released he solely keeps a close eye on you, and anything he knows that can be used for another potential suicide is taken out of your room.

To try to ease you a bit he takes you out as much as possible, it’s always with him around. Whether it be a restaurant or that favorite store you always enjoyed browsing through, it doesn’t matter to him. 

From that point forward someone is always around to make sure you don’t harm yourself. But Bruno makes sure to give you the most of his affection that he can bring to try and make you happy.

Yandere! Leone Abbacchio

  He had guilt of losing his partner sometime back, losing you would utterly devastate him. So when he finds you on the floor he’s darting to you and checks over your body (similar to Buccellati). Internally however he’s freaking the hell out.

He’s grumbling to himself, why did he have to be out when you tried that awful attempt? No of course you would, he was stupid for not seeing the signs...

It’s out to a hospital you go and he somehow manages to get in the same room as you. His eyes are glued to you like a hawk, keeping a sharp eye on you as the hospital staff discuss any injuries that might have occurred. 

This was why he wanted to keep you close, but apparently he couldn’t even keep you safe properly. That thought alone makes him dwell on it through a bottle of whatever alcohol he can grab.

 He manages to get Buccellati to help to release you, he’s clingy as hell once you are. He holds you and refuses to let you go. He’ll even go on about he worried sick about you and to say it put some stress on him was an understatement. 

   Eventually it all leads to Abbacchio giving you sloppy kisses wherever he can get to. You can’t leave him, not like the way you tried to...

There might be one point or another he’s crying outside your room, he sleeps nearby after returning from that short spell of sorrow. 

He increases his attention rubbing your hair through his fingers, and just staring at you in silence while you’re asleep. Sometimes you might hear Abbacchio mutter he’ll fix your perception of him somehow. Even if that isn’t a likely possibility. 

 Yandere! Guido Mista

  He’s full on trying to make sure you’re okay, and pulls you to his chest. He’d dread anything that was anything less than your lovely warmth you usually emanated. 

He might casually bring this up with Giorno in a roundabout way to at least help him see if you’re okay. 

If nothing serious happened, he sits you back on your bed. Then immediately begins digging through every drawer he can to make sure you can’t find anything else to hurt yourself with. 

By the time you wake up, Mista’s all up in arms about you trying to take your life. He insists he can make things better, and loves all over you. He does get somewhat carried away with nicknames in his attempt to make things better. 

On the other ends up sleeping in the same room as you, sometimes staring where you lie just to make sure you’re okay. With bated breath he waits for your chest to rise and fall again. 

He tries to be more subtle and understanding the days after that. Your state of mind is in a precarious state and it’s essentially walking on eggshells with him. He still doesn’t have it in him to let you go...you two could probably settle things together right?

 Yandere! Pannacotta Fugo 

  He’s disheartened at your attempt, but there’s this brash stubbornness that insists to keep you for himself. He wants you to rely on him and if this is how it’s going to go he’ll help you through it whether you like it or not.

Fugo already knows what to check for, and if you don’t have any obvious damage he picks you up off the floor. Though the thought of the hospital does cross his mind at least once. 

Similar to Mista he gets Giorno (if he’s around) to check you out for any internal injuries.

When you wake up his violet eyes are piercing your own inquisitively. He just silently slides his hands on your cheeks. Just observing anything of your unstable state.

Likely squeezes your hand a little too hard when he gets closer, but he ends up lying his head on your body. Likely frustrated you still don’t trust him as per your dangerous desire to off yourself.

But he’s determined to get you passed this and hopefully keep your eyes on him. He makes sure he spends every bit of his spare time with you, and gets you to go out. He was going to make sure you and him worked in some way. 

Yandere! Narancia Ghirga 

  Honestly he probably believes someone attacked you at first and tries to find the potential culprit himself with Aerosmith. But once he realizes you tried to hurt yourself on purpose Narancia is on full panic mode.

He’s not sure what to do, he doesn’t want to lose you but he’s not entirely knowledgeable on self harm. He gets anyone in the gang to listen and try to help despite his recent selfishness.

Whenever you do come about being awake again, this poor boy is groveling all over you. He couldn’t bare dealing with your loss if you actually succeeded with suicide. 

He tries anything basic to get you back to normal, and he’s clingy as can be trying to get you to do anything with him. 

Yandere! Giorno Giovanna 

   He’s attentive to you immediately, checking for anything with Gold Experience right then and there. Once he sees you are alright, he’s not hesitant to clean everything up.

Giorno sits right by you until you regain consciousness properly, his tone is soft and unassuming. He’s already trying to reassure you the moment from you woke up from your failed suicide attempt.

The blond attempts to reason with you that he can give you almost anything you want. He wants you to be happy but he can’t have you keep escaping over and over. You have to trust him to keep you happy, at least that’s what he insists anyway.

He pampers you in the most intimate ways possible, helping you with your bath and maybe assisting washing you. Brushing your hair, anything really to restart the building blocks of breaking you down to trust him.

Giorno in general is gentle talking to you, and unwavering while picking up on your distress. He sees your instability as something he can heal, you just have to open up your heart a little more that’s all.

[lausterholes]

The Forgotten Empress | 3

Pair: Diavolo x Reader, Giorno Giovanna x Reader, Bruno Buccellati x Reader, Risotto Nero x Reader

Summary: You're going to choose now, overthrow your husband who never gave you love, but is the emperor. Or discard your comrades who always be there for you, but is the rebellion. Before you could decide, the unknown goldilocks approached you.

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The main garden of the royal palace- your garden. It is the place where you can rest and take your time with privacy, only trustworthy people could enter this area, which is less than you wish it to be. Those people include Buccellati's team and your two close maids. All the walls decorated with poison ivy and Tudor rose. Many plants and flowers were out to be seen, beautifully greet the daylights, they even flow a bit when you walk passed by.

Buccellati's pair of vivid blue eyes traced over your figure. What an unbelievable beautiful sight to see.

"My empress, we have arrived." Your maid bow to you as she stopped. Stepping aside to reveal the center of the garden; A huge tree in the middle, and beneath it, there is a glass tea table. "We will prepare you and your guest's tea, please give us a moment."

"Thank you, Vernal and July. You may leave now."

They bow to you one last time and left you with three men. You walked over the table and sat down, then smiled at them.

"Come now, you may sit."

"It's my pleasure, your highness." Buccellati genuflected, along with his two comrades. Buccellati takes place opposite of you. Narancia and Abbacchio were too nervous to sat beside you; the empress. So they decide to move the chairs beside Buccellati and sit there instead. You kind of understand why. These two didn't approach you a lot like Buccellati, they just don't have to, so they can't even stare at you in the eye. They felt like you were so untouchable, so much until they scare.

"And, what's your purpose to be here?" You asked him straightforwardly.

Narancia gulped at your blunt and yet reserved manner, he got nervous.

Buccellati exhaled lightly. "It's not the brightest thing I ever say to you, my empress." His eyes gloomed darker. You knew- you knew better than anyone else. Buccellati has been melancholic these past few years, due to the thing that's not under your control; Diavolo's doing. He hates slave trading, drugs, and many more that your husband manages behind your back. You want to curse at yourself for knowing all of those things so late.

"Then, what is it?"

"Your husband- the Emporer might misdeed to our kingdom." I knew it, that's what you thought. Buccellati determined your indifferent expression and started to speak more. "It's not something I assume on my own- I did the investigation for a long time, it's a struggle. But I found something really important, even I and Mista barely survive to get it in our hands."

You didn't even flinch, but your heart bumped like crazy, it pounded inside you so hard that you couldn't keep you face straight. The evidence that could make Buccellati so sure about it, what would that thing be? Even you can access into the palace's archive that stored a ton of information, you think you can't have it easy either. What did he found? What is it? And why you felt so scared to know?

Buccellati pulled something out of his bag and placed it on the table. It's a big, green book. And the top of the book has a blank space that similar to key shape. You looked up at Buccelltai and wait for him to clarify it.

"It's the noble book of knowledge, stored everything we want to know," Buccellati said. "Some information can access but some aren't. I think it's might be about this blank space on top of the book."

"May I take a look?"

"Of course."

You grabbed the book, inhaling heavily as if you were about to get killed. You can catch the magic trace on it, so you use the glyphs of yours to detect it a bit. You heard Narancia awe in amazed while the spell was ablaze. Suddenly, the book started to lighten up. Then open wide with the arrays of the light glowing above. You familiar with this kind of magic, it's like the locking spell of the palace's archive.

"What did you learn from that book, Bruno Buccellati?" You asked while trying to use your magical glyphs to unlock the book, blocking all the arrays that beaming.

"I- I learned that our kingdom has become nastier once Diavolo stepped on the throne. But all of it swept away under the carpet. That's what I'm not happy about- more than that," He uses his arms to block away from the brightening lights. "I learned that Diavolo might try to grow up the dark business he held for so long, not just slave trading, but everything."

"I see."

You listened to him carefully. Then the click aloud.

"There, I unlocked it a bit further." You said and open it once more. "This is thick, I can't be sure I can finish all of it in time."

"My empress, you can keep it."

You widened your eyes. "What? I must decline, you risked your life for it, you shouldn't give it to me this easy- it worth your life."

"My life belongs to you since we've met."

You blinked, the pair of your eyes determined his manner. He played no joke. He was really serious. He meant it. You closed your eyes and wandered to everything Buccellati and you have done together as comrades. It was sad to know that he's willing to die for you and his ideal- no one has to die just because they want to change the society. You think like that.

"Then, live along." You exhaled. Buccellati widened his eyes at your words, slowly, his fond smile appear. "But, for the book, I agree to keep it. Then I'll return to you once I've finished. Sounds fine to you?"

"Keep it as long as you want, my empress." He bowed to you.

You smiled.

"It's really like we're misdeed the emperor. But, to be honest, I couldn't even stand him to slowly destroy my people too. I think I need more time to decide what to do." Buccellati's face lightened up when you finished your sentences, the pain was long gone, only relieved appear on his expression. He knew that you still hesitate with your position and all, but he was sure that you won't abandon your people.

Then, your two maids approached with the tea and snacks. Placing wonderfully on the glass table. Within minutes, the tea and the sweets already decorated above the glass surface. Narancia started eating without care, Abbacchio just takes a sip of the tea, while Buccellati just sits still. You guys have a little bit of conversation before they genuflected to you and left. Narancia and Abbacchio just left beforehand, you approached Buccellati one last time.

"Buccellati,"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I am a fool?"

Buccellati took back by your words. "No, that's never come to my mind, my empress."

"Is that so?" You use your index finger to rub onto your temple. "It's just that... I feel like I'm not worthy of this position. Whenever I'm beside Diavolo, I felt like I deserve to be hurt. I always feel like I deserve to be dishonor by him. I-" You exhaled. "My apologies, I got carried away. I shouldn't spill nonsense to you."

"No, it wasn't nonsense at all. I completely understand that, my empress."

"Thanks, lately I just.. feel vulnerable." You caressed your cheek and continued to the collarbone. Those eyes appeared the trace of grudge. "Before I became the empress, I was just the sorceress of the kingdom. Then everything turns upside down. I got married, become the mother of all people. Then, this."

Whenever Buccellati is nearby, you felt like you can be weak, you felt like you have someone to rely on. Not like when you were beside your husband, that's the pure sting of pain. Only if you weren't someone who has dignity and glorify companionships, you would have already fallen in love with Buccellati wholeheartedly. Since you've met him, you found the array of light among the dark. Just like any other trustworthy friends.

"Everything will be alright, you've greatly fulfilled your duty, my empress."

His fond smile had given to you plenty of time, but this one is different, you felt so grateful he's there by your side, no judging or hurting. Like an angel from high above.

"It's late now, I think you should go before everything went dark."

"It's my pleasure to be with you, my empress." Buccellati bowed and slowly walked away. Left you alone with the lights of magic that decorated the palace's hallway. You closed your eyes and take a deep breath, only to heard someone's footsteps approached near. You reserved your manner and look at the one who's coming. Surprised, you widened your eyes. It's none other than your husband; Diavolo.

And surprisingly, no Goldia around him.

His manacing green orbs sent a shiver down your spine. Still, you turn your whole body to face him.

"My husband," You genuflected, Diavolo didn't bother to stop his movements. Suddenly, he grabbed your arm vigorously. Without any word left his mouth, he uses another free hand to cup your chin up. Facing his terrifying glare, you can't help but become unsteady at breathing. His eyes showed somewhat pain and furious. You didn't expect anything like this even though you knew what kind of person he was. "What is it...?"

He was still wordless. Then, he just glided his hand toward your collar abruptly, pulling out to expose your bare skin below your collarbone. You inhaled a sharp breath, trying to prevent him to do any further action. You can't just use a spell on him anyway.

"What are you trying to do, my lord?" You questioned him bitterly.

"I just saw you see a lot of men today, so I was curious that you might have done something behind my back."

Once his sentences finished. You almost raised your hand to slap him out of anger. But you can't do that, this hell society has no place for women to be in the spotlight, everyone might misdeed your action. You clenched your fist tight until nails digging down into your palm. You were so angry at everything that had thrown toward your way. But why, why can't you just be happy already? Why you always have to be the one who got neglect and hurt? Just why?

"I'm not like you, Diavolo." You scoffed. He just raised his eyebrows back at you. You reserved your manner and stare at him with sadden and cold eyes. "I have dignity, I have my own decision. You may forget, but right now I'm [Y/N] of the Vento Aureo, the paragon of royalty, your wife."

Unexpectedly, Diavolo spread a smile across his face. "I'm glad you still remember that you're mine."

You smiled back bitterly. "Even though you weren't mine anymore."

"Say anything you want. Just remember what position you're in." He said and let go of your arm, turning back. "Be ready for other country leaders in the ceremony tomorrow."

You can't help but curious. "Will your concubine be there?"

"No."

When you heard that, you felt relieved that he won't show up his concubine to others. Once he started to walk away, you adjust your feeling once more. "See you tomorrow, my emperor."

"Tonight. You'll see me tonight, I'll sleep in your chamber. Just wait, I have something to do."

"Understood."

You didn't expect anything from your husband, and it's surprisingly dismal.

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You approached inside your room and undress the unnecessary part of your clothing. Today is such a hard day. You open the balcony door, welcoming the night's air with an open arm. You let yourself enjoy the calming nature before the storm tomorrow. You have less work to do, so you just let your emotions flow out along the winds just this time. Suddenly, you caught the magic trace among this air. Much to your surprise, you heard a loud mewl on the tree branches where the magic traces came from.

A bit by a bit, you saw the glimpse of emerald eyes glowing underneath the leaves. Then, it came out of the dark, appeared the gold locks of fur, curled, fluffy, and long. It was none other than a cat. But, this cat was just pure beauty.

"Where did you come from?" You smiled at the feline. It just mewled back with small noises. "Do you have an owner, dear?"

The goldilocks didn't answer back, it just jumped onto the balcony floor and rubbed its head with your legs. You chuckled with this little creature. What a beautiful little cat.

"You have an owner, I assume from your collar." You crouched down beside the cat and use your index finger to scratched its neck. "Let me see, you're- oh, you're male." You chuckled. "Really beautiful male, I must say."

Then, you spotted something that looks like a paper underneath his collar. So you won't bother to grab it and read.

Hi

It was as simple as that.

"So... your owner wants to flirt with me huh?" You smiled and rubbed his belly. The feline flinched a bit, but let you rub him anyway. But you stopped right there once you saw his small injuries on his inner thigh. "Oh- dear, you're hurt."

You look around, then noticed the clothing you just undo. You reached for it and cast a spell to cut the end of the cloth into a ribbon of bandage, using the cure glyphs on it, then wrapping it around his injured thigh respectively. The gold cat just mewled softly.

"Don't worry, dear. You'll get better faster than any medicine you will take." You caressed the gold fur lovingly, the emerald orbs just stared back at you while he mewling with joy. When you get your hand off of him. The goldilocks just get up and jump away without any sign to show.

"...What a strange cat."

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The pawns that once stepped on the empress's chamber just shifted into a pair of leather shoes. The gold fur changed into beautiful locks of hair. Still, the emerald eyes glowing in the dark. His smile appeared once he approached the balcony of his own guestroom. Only for him to sigh.

"She's kinder than I thought..."

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[noaltbruh]

Il mio fato

Chapter two: Benvenuta nella squadra!

Feeling her arms and legs shaking, the newbie desperately hoped for someone to open their mouth to speak, or just... Acknowledge her presence. She didn't dare to look past her feet, her hands glued together like those of a servant. The others exchanged some confused looks, they were used to Bucciarati bringing a new member by now, and it wasn't much of surprise that Giorno would do the same, but this? They were mafiosi, what was a little girl that could barely articulate a phrase without panicking doing among these people? She looked like she couldn't have kept up a fight with a butterfly (Which wasn't false).

While he knew that it was what Eleonora wanted, Giorno refused to interfere immediately. He trusted her, and he was sure that she could keep the situation under control, there was no need to push her any further.

The uncanny silence that seemed to be lasting for an eternity, was finally interrupted by the sound of some of the chairs moving, but she couldn't make out whose they were, exactly. "Fine, if you all are just going to be jerks and not even say hi, I'll handle this" "Trish, what the heck are you doing?!" "What? Can't you see she's terrified? She's one of us now, we gotta make sure she feels at home here!" "You shouldn't trust her in the moment y-" "Ya know what's up? I'm with Trish on this. Come on guys, we were all super awkward when we first met the others, let's give her a little help" Narancia added, as he stood up, and approached the the young girl together with his friend.

"Heya, it's nice to meet you too! My name's Trish Una, even though you've probably already figured it out by now, haven't you?" She began, putting both of her hands on her hips, like she was striking a pose...She always found a way to be 'extra', somehow.

"Sup girl? The name's Narancia Ghirga, but you can call me Narancia, everyone calls me by my first name here" The boy smirked, and accidentally dropped the pencil in his pocket. While he was genuinely curious about meeting her, it was no secret that it was partially an excuse to get distracted a bit from his homework. "Now that I think about it, though...Why do you keep on calling me like this?! I'm almost eighteen! You should bring me more respect"

The girl with pink hair let out a small laugh. "Pffft...Please, I could NEVER call you Ghirga, it sounds too weird!" "Said the person whose surname is Una, is that why you're wearing a skirt with Maths on it?" "Well...I don't tell you to call me by my surname!" "But I'm older than-" "I-I'm sorry to interrupt you b-but...Could you slow down a-a little bit? I...Can't keep up"

Their sudden approach had caused the other to instinctively take a step back, they had gotten so invested in their argument, to almost forget who they were introducing themselves to in the first place.

Trish's smile disappeared for a brief moment, then she continued. "Oh Gosh! No no dear, we should be the ones apologizing, this isn't about us" Narancia crossed his arms, his smug grin had no intention to leave. "Even though...If you're gonna stick around, you better get used to all this noise!"

A similar amount of energy was not something the brunette was used to, she was not prepared to see them getting so close to her out of nowhere; despite this, a little smile formed on her face. While she wasn't good at showing it...Having them so eager to get to know her filled her with joy. With a bit of reluctance, she extended her arm in their direction, fixing her glasses with her other hand. "Thank you for your welcome...I really appreciate your kindness"

Narancia energetically took her hand with both of his, and shook it so hard to make her entire body shake. "It's no big deal! Sorry if I scared ya" "But...Uh...Can I ask you a little favor?" "Mh?" "Can you...Well...Show your face a little more? I can't even see your eyes, besides, I think I'm prettier than the floor!"

As her cheeks turned red for the embarrassment, she raised her head, allowing them to take a better look at her. She didn't like the feeling of their green and purple eyes staring at every centimeter of her body, but she wouldn't even think about letting it show.

"Come on! No need to be all tense and dense, we don't bite" "Narancia's right, how about you sit next to us?" Before even receiving a response, the latter had already picked up a chair from a nearby table, holding it proudly in the air like it was an heavy boulder. The girl timidly approached him, volunteering to carry it, but he declined her help, insisting that he was perfectly fine. "Please...Give it to me, there's no need for you to-" "Nah, I got this, don't cha worry about me" "Are you sure about this? There's barely enough space for you guys already, maybe I-" "Oh please, don't make us beg you! I'm sure we can find a place for you with no big troubles"

Suddenly, Fugo, who wasn't bothering paying attention to "Whatever those two dumbasses were doing", felt Narancia touching his head from behind with the chair. "What the hell do you want now?!" "Move your butt a little, or I can't make this thing fit here" "So what? That's not my problem, put it somewhere el-"

Before he could finish his sentence, something else pushed him aside, almost making him fall from his chair: it was Trish's Spice Girl, who gave a thumbs up to her master before disappearing. "ARE YOU HIGH OR SOMETHING? Why are you so damn excited about this whole thing?!" He said, nervously picking up a wrinkled piece of paper from the table, and scrapping it to smaller pieces, as a way to calm himself. "Why?! Oh...Excuse me, but being surrounded by SIX BOYS gets lame after a while. Thank you, by the way~" Narancia giggled, trying not to let Fugo notice, hearing someone talking back to the blonde like that was satisfying. He put the chair down, and sat once again.

"Cut her some slack, the little girl just wants someone to talk with about all that cheesy stuff" "I'm talking to you as well, Narancia" "Oh? Sorry, I can't hear ya, I'm WAYYYYY too invested in this homework that you've given me" He took the pencil that had rolled under the table after falling from his pocket, then went back to stare at his own piece of paper, having no clue of what to do next with the operations in front of him. Seeing him struggle, Eleonora felt the need to step in, she couldn't stand watching someone having troubles with school work, it was one of the few things she considered herself actually good at. However, her attempt didn't go as she hoped it would have had.

"Uhm...Please, forgive me for interfering, but maybe I could-" "Narancia is ok, he doesn't need your help for something as basic as this, he's not a child"

Fugo brutally cut her off, impeding her from even pointing out a single wrong calculus. She immediately looked away, feeling bad for the older boy, but knowing well that if she insisted, she would have put him in troubles as well. "O-ok...I'm sorry"

Trish, who was sitting on her right, whispered to her ear, making sure that the boy in green couldn't hear her. "Hey, don't let Fugo intimidate you, just let them do their things, don't worry about them for now" "But...Narancia was being so nice to me...I wanted to pay him back" "You'll do it another time, it's better like this, trust me" She sighed, feeling disappointed for not being able to do more. She tried to put that thought aside and focus on the other, eventually managing to distract herself a little.

Giorno sat at the table as well, observing the scene like it was a theatrical spectacle. He couldn't help but smile seeing her already bonding with someone, and in reality, he had already imagined that something similar would have happened, he was very familiar with Trish's discontent about being the only female member of the group. Similar to him, Bucciarati also saw it as an opportunity to analyse the newcomer, seeing her interactions with the others was fundamental in his eyes, he would have had other opportunities to talk to her directly.

Abbacchio was silently sipping some tea, all that noise was hurting his head, and he couldn't stand the thought of 'having to look after another one of those things'.

That damn brat...It was bad enough when Bruno brought here random children from the streets, but this is simply ridiculous. I swear if he wasn't the Boss, I'd-

"Abbacchio, you alright? What are you thinking about?" Mista said, swinging an hand in front of his face, making him snap out of those spiteful thoughts and bringing him back to reality. "None of your business" He simply answered, staring at his half-empty teapot. "Nice as always, I see" "What do you want?" "Are you...Uh...Planning on giving her the 'Giorno treatment'?" "...No, not this time"

At first sight, one would think that the man was the kind of person that wouldn't let nothing nor no one intimidate him, and while that was mostly true, it couldn't always be like this. He knew his limits, his place, and most importantly, he knew better than to directly mess with someone under Giorno's protection. While everyone treated him like a normal member of the team, Abbacchio thought that it was better to play it safe.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm just going to sit here and watch" "Uh? What do you mean?" He put his earphones down, turning in her direction with a killer look.

"Kid, let me ask you something"

His deep voice caught everyone off guard, nobody expected him to speak up out of the blue. Everyone knew the drill about Abbacchio and his behavior towards the 'newest member', but sadly, it was something that you had to endure if you wanted to become a part of them.

The brunette knew about this too, and most importantly, she knew about the way he treated Giorno when he first joined the squad. With a neutral expression, she stared back at him.

"...Yes?" "Why did you come here? What did you expect to find? Are you planning on fighting? Putting your life on the line?"

She hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of how to answer. Was this a test? She had already thought beforehand that he would have tried to put her under pressure, but she assumed that it would have been something a bit more...Explicit. On the other hand, due to her...Ahem...Introduction, perhaps it made more sense like this, he wanted to see if she could talk back to him, she couldn't let them walk all over her.

"That is...Something that I'm willing to do" She replied. The Albino let out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. " 'Willing to do'? I don't think you understood how things work around here, brat. It's not something 'optional', this is our normality, people respect us, because we make them respect us, because we scare them. But you? You couldn't even scare a child with that baby face. I really hope that you're going to change this behavior of yours, or else...Your little heart might break, both literally and figuratively"

"Abbacchio, I think that's enou-" Bruno tried to interfere, but he was stopped by Giorno, who put an hand on his shoulder. "Bucciarati wait, let's see what happens first, give her the chance to defend herself" He concluded, with a stoic expression.

"My...Little heart?" Eleonora began, moving her bang to the side. "I'm n-not nearly as strong as any of you...Do you think I don't know that? But if Giorno recognised me as a worthy member of the team, it means that I've earned my place here, I think. I'm...D-Disposable, but I want to change, is that good enough for you? She put her right elbow on the table, clenched her hand into a fist and rested her cheek on it. "Sorry if I'm not scary enough to wear dark makeup and clothes at any hour of the day"

The whole table went silent for an entire minute, as the girl with the chemise felt everyone's eyes on her. She hadn't even realized she's talked so much, and that she probably shouldn't have added that last comment. It was a bad habit of her, when she got carried away, she'd end up forgetting to pay attention to what she was saying, without thinking about the words that came out of her mouth.

A small "oof" could be heard coming from Narancia's direction, as Mista and Trish tried to contain their laughter. Bruno's face looked like one of a worried mother after hearing her child swear for the first time, while Fugo just sat there with an expression of slight shock. Giorno was smiling in a smug way, the scene reminded him of how everyone reacted after "his own test".

The most surprising one, however, was Abbacchio's reaction. He didn't look pissed, not in the slightest; he was wearing a provocative smirk, and his arms were crossed.

"Oh yeah? Is the kitty trying to get his claws out? How terrifying...Buona fortuna ragazzina, ne avrai bisogno" He put his earphones back on, acting like nothing had happened.

Narancia patted her on the shoulder, smiling satisfied.

"Dude, what in the world was that?!" "I'm s-sorry...I kinda lost track of my words...A-and-" "Girl, chill a little! We're not mad at ya, he always acts like an a**hole with the newcomers" Trish added, pointing one of her finger in his direction, before winking at her. "And let me say something, you've got some guts talking back to a dude like him in that way" "B-but I..."

Their conversation was cut off by the waiter, obviously looking distressed for having to serve such group of people. "F-Forgive me for interrupting, but would you like me to bring you the bill?" "Yes, thank you" Bruno replied.

After they were done paying for everything, they quickly left the place with the intention of heading back home. Bucciarati loved that restaurant, he had lunch there with his companions almost everyday, but he hated to remain there after he was done eating. He didn't think it was respectful to occupy a sit that he didn't need anymore, while somebody else actually did. What he didn't know, was that no one ever sat at their table, even when they weren't there. It was a silent agreement that it was their place, nobody would even consider "taking it away from them".

"Well...I'd say that this new arrival went surprisingly well. Things are usually a bit more...Lively around here, wouldn't you guys agree?" He commented, opening the front door, as the rest rapidly followed him outside. "I must say that you're right, Bruno, but that doesn't surprise me. Eleonora has always been a calm person, ever since I've known her, her introduction to all of you couldn't have been much different" Giorno responded, when he noticed that the girl was shyly walking at the end of the group, quite far away from him, who was leading the way. "Would you mind walking next to me? I'd prefer to keep you under my watch" He said to her, turning his head a little. "Ah, uhm...Of course! I'm sorry...I thought it was fair for me to stay here behind, since... Well..."

She interrupted the sentence there, realizing that it was probably for the best not to finish it, she didn't want to bring herself down too much in front of the others. She quietly walked up to him, luckily the sidewalk was wide enough for her to move without accidentally bumping into anyone else.

"I'm sorry if I'm stating the obvious but...We're heading to your house, right?" "Precisely, it's not far away from here, we should reach it in a couple of minutes" "I...I see. Uhm...Would it be okay if I went to my hotel after all of you arrive home? I'd like to pick up some of my...Well...Properties" "Of course, but perhaps I should accompany you" "T-there's no need to! I remember the way...I hope"

One could see from miles away that she had no idea of how to go back to that building, but that wasn't the only reason why Giorno didn't want her to go alone. He didn't feel safe letting her wander on her own in a city like this, she still had a lot to learn, and she might have gotten into troubles, people around there...Weren't always honest as they may have seemed at first.

In no time, they reached their destination. The villa that erected in front of her was even more majestic than how she had imagined it in her mind. It was a two-storey house, with white walls and a roof made of glass and wood. It was surrounded by an immense backyard; while it couldn't be seen clearly, the young one could already spot some fruit trees, small flower beds and bushes. A multitude of windows revealed certain areas of the house, but it was almost impossible to see through them, as they were too high for one to reach them. The front door was decorated with some golden and green ornaments, it seemed wide enough to allow two people to pass through it at the same time. Its boundary was defined by a white railing, with some colourful stains of...Something... scattered here and there, they were probably someone's doing.

"Well, here we are" The boy with green eyes commented, tilting his head to look at Eleonora's face. Her expression exuded an aura of wonder and incredulity, her eyes shined brightly with excitement, and a smile was printed on her lips.

"Look at your face, I've never seen you look like this before" His words didn't reach her for how amazed she was, she felt like time had stopped flowing for a few seconds. "So, what do you think?" He put an hand on her shoulder, remembering her of the world around. "I...D-Don't know what to say...It's just...It's so...Breathtaking" "It's alright to be nervous, we all were when we first arrived here. Take your time, I know that a new territory can be threatening"

The girl took a step forward the mansion. "Do you think...I could really belong here?" "You can, and you already do, you don't need to doubt it even for a second"

Seeing such genuine and pure happiness on her face was not something to take for granted, he wanted to cherish it as much as he could.

"Benvenuta nella squadra"

[blackevermore]

Jojo Sona info dump

Name: Chiara Maka Le'Roy Namesake: Chiara - French for Light/Brightest // Le’Roy - French (Leroy) for ‘The King’ Nicknames: Chia Pet (Mista) Chi (naturally) Age: 21 Birthday: 05/07 Zodiac Sign: Taurus Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit

Personality:  INTP-T /  Logician - short patience - stubborn - a big on the loud side - turbulent -/+ blunt and straight forward -/+ Introverted -/+ very cautious and questions things -/+ sective empathy and sympathy  + Intuitive + Enthusiastic + Friendly

Stand: [Truth Hurts] - Mid range attacker

💥 Addictive | This stand is able to numb the motor system in the nervous system with binaural beats that makes them dance nonstop in a relax trance. When the victim is subdued the user can set off internal explosions in the Neurons causing crippling pains in targeted areas of the body when made contract with.

the learned ability would be enhancing the explosions and leading them to the heart for a very painful heart attack and up towards the brain for brain cramping migraines (this would take a lot of training due to the user suffering a blowback if not powerful enough)

Another addition of this attack for the nervous system explosions are when the user lands an attack in the same place three times can shock the nerves in that limb/area rendering it unless

💥 Teleport | The stand can move its user in a teleporting way by blocking the visual motors in the eyes for short periods of time. To the person being distracted they just see veils flying over their eyes.

💥 Playback | The user can change the tone of their voice to mind control someone as long as they stays within 30 feet of each other. The farther away the victim gets from the user the weaker the hold on them gets, once they step out of bound they can pull out of the hold but are left confused and dazed.

Background

[Before GW]

x Born in Cameroon near the western region in a small village north of Yaounde to a well off mother who married an upcoming drug dealer. When she was born she was the youngest sister to her twin brother, this was considered a bad omen in many different tribes in Africa. Although her mother wanted to keep both of the children her father took it into his hands and decided that one of the twins would be killed in order to rebalance their "luck". Chiara was picked to be the one to die since girls aren't really seen as that important within the tribe while boys can easily be taught trade and what not. But the night Chiara was meant to die the wrong baby was picked and the boy was killed instead. The following morning was when it was discovered the mistake was made. Her mother knew that due to the mix up they would try and kill Chiara so she planned to flee from the village. But when she spoke to a voudou priest he told her that Chiara was protected by a floating spirit that refused to leave her side. The priest told her that since the spirit would leave, capture it and have the baby wear the spirit as a protect against all evils.

x The father found out the mother's plans and wanted to aid her but didn't know how but then he was told what the priest said and thought it was best to follow through with capturing the spirit. Her father took the only thing that was valuable to him which was his mother's emerald necklace and broke it apart get the gem. When they captured the spirit it didn't put up much of a fight and went willingly. What Chiara's mother didn't know was how to get the baby to wear the necklace at all time without it being broken. They thought of many things but nothing seemed to be reasonable without breaking the gem down again to make earrings but that might release the spirit. So they spoke to the priest for suggestions and the priest took the gem and magically implaneted it in the back of Chiara's neck

x Throughout her years of growing up there were always signs of bad luck that seemed to follow Chiara. She would be bullied by other students who parents told them not to talk to her and she would be yelled at by elders to get away bc they didn't watch to catch what followed her. Chiara couldn't see her "protector" but the elders could and they thought it was death hanging over the girls head.  Eventually, when Chiara was 10 her father had made it up the latter of ranks in the underground world that he sent her and her mother away to the states to live new lives. In the states  Chiara did have a better childhood but she was still treated weird for the gem in her neck.

x When she was 15 she went back to Cameroon to visit her father and was nearly killed when she was spotted in the market. The attacker blamed her for their parents' death with was the result of a bad drug deal from her father. Chia quickly returned home and grew to hate her father for what he was doing. She even developed bad self esteem for how much of a bad omen she was due to being a twin. This made her somewhat bitter towards her life.

x When she was 18 she wanted to travel to Europe for graduating high school. Her father offered to pay for the trip as long as she had someone there to watch over her. Chia didn’t think anything of it and took the offer, when she arrived in Italy she was already being waited on by two strange men who were younger than her. Bruno and Leone. She hated the idea that two 17 year olds were watching her which made her cause trouble. Leone was the first to put his foot in her ass and tell her the only reason they had to look after her was because her father was signing a deal with their boss (no off the info was shared) and Chiara ended up having a break down while in Italy. For a few days of her trip she locked herself away in her room and didn't go anywhere.

x It was Bruno who popped Abba upside the head and managed to get inside Chiara's hotel room but that lead to Bruno having to face off with her now discovered stand Truth Hurts ( not Lizzo ) who was protecting Chiara from anyone who tried to get close. After coaxing Chiara to stand down and trust him Bruno managed to comfort her and coax her out of her room with a deep heart to heart yada yada

x The last two days of her trip was her apologizing to Bruno and Abba grumpily apologising to her for cussing her out. From then on out she found new friends in the two and would often chat with them when she could. Within the next year she was traveling to Italy for vacations and meeting the new members of Bruno's gang

x In the year before the canon lore of GW Chiara enrolled in university in communications major and English minor. Bruno helped her find her passion in not only in herself her in what was around her. Her major issue was always feeling like she actually was a bad omen and her desire were to one day find her meaning and be her true self not only for herself but those around her.

x During the events of GW Bruno tried to cut ties with Chiara to protect her from being connected with him and it worked for the most part and she was really depressed because she realized she loved him. While he was gone living his upmost dangerous life she was in Italy hanging on to false hope that he was still alive (he betrayed his boss and was now wanted dead or mostly dead along with his team)

[After GW and everyone lives >:G]

x Neither Bruno or Chiara confess their feelings in words but in actions and a long kiss outside Bruno's hangout spot it obvious they are a thing and she becomes the second mom to the group and "adopts" Narancia and Giorno. It was also the first time Mista got to met her in person.

x She also becomes an activist to stop the slaughter of twins throughout Africa and with the help of Don Gio she is able to accomplish a lot more than she could by herself. She also helps stops the drug smuggling from Africa to Italy with taking over the northern part of her father’s routes and shutting them down. 

[ Trivia!! ]

x Chiara tends to not voice it but when bad things do happen she thinks its because of her. If too many bad things happen at once she’ll distance herself from people.

x She knows her stand is hers but sometimes she talks to it like it’s her brother or a brother figure.

x She is a strong ride or die, she also feels strongly about people being abandon and having to make it on their own. She has a bad habit of babying Naracia that Bruno constantly tells her to stop doing.

x Kelpto, there was a phase in her life she was feeling rebelous and would steal things for temporary happiness. Old habits die hard and Brunp has to tell her to put things back a lot.

x She loves the fashy fashion life style and will not hesitate to spend someone else's money.

x Her pride is in her nails, which she gets done with fancy designs, if she breaks on you better fucking move.

x Has a strong attitude and when she starts counting “your red flags” and makes it to three you have crossed her patience line. 

x Should be wearing glasses but she wear contacts. On her down days she wears her glasses.

x Loves music and will play RnB on Bruno’s cleaning days

x She loves to dance, learning new dances, making dances, all of it. She was clown you in Just Dance in a heart beat. She can’t sit still and always has to move.

x She’s a kid at heart so sometimes Bruno is raising 6 kids and a grumpy teenager (Abba)

@gunkyengines​ @kapperson​

[rainstormfes]

Anime Expo Lite Day 1 Experience!

Program: Warner Bros. Japan Presents "Stay connected with Anime"

This whole program made me so frickin happy, SEIYUU AND JAPANESE GUESTS EVERYWHEREEEE WHILE TALKING ABT ANIME YESS (note: i typed most of this while the event was going on so pls bear with all my keyboard smashes and small comments lolol i just rly wanted to make a review for this event since i knew tons of seiyuu and anime that i love would be there and talked about. Also also i am not allowed to share any screenshots or recordings of it so just fyi 👍🏻)

It started out with talking about DanMachi 3 with guests Matsuoka Yoshitsugu (voiced Bell Cranel) , Minase Inori (voiced Hestia) , Osawa Nobuhiro (from EGG FIRM), and Matsukura Yuji (producer from J.C. Staff)

They answered many questions like how the author was inspired by the voice acting from the two guests specifically, talking about specific scenes

MINASE-SAN PERFORMED A SMALL LINE WHICH WAS SO FRICKIN CUTE

one of the producers was asked about production for DanMachi and he was like ‘brUH the volumes got thicker and thicker as they kept getting released like DANG’

They prepared a teaser image for the third season and for the big reveal Matsuoka had to tear a curtain off of a huge posterboard but the curtain got caught and made it almost fall xDD (very cute and awkward moment, Matsuoka never change pls omg youre too precious)

Matsuoka was asked if there was any difficulties when recording s3 and he just talked about how Bell went through lots of growth and that he had to think about how to properly act out just how mature Bell got, considering he’s now a leader of his group

Minase-san answered the same question. She talked about how she made sure to try and keep in mind how close all of the characters are and Hestia’s mental and social growth

Iguchi Yuka (voiced Chigusa) sent in a vid message since she sings the opening!! And it was announced that sajou no hana would be performing the ending song! Both vid messages were very nice and cute and both artists just talked about how they were looking forward to everyone’s reactions to their songs and to look forward to the anime

Airing of DanMachi 3 will begin in October woop woop!🎉🎉

OML WHEN MATSUOKA-SAN DID HIS ENDING REMARKS he pointed to the posterboard and was like ‘thIS NEW CHARACTER IS CUTE’ and said ‘whO TF IS THIS’ (pointing to new characters on the posterboard lol)

The next anime that they talked about was Shokugeki no Soma: The Fifth Plate with guests: Matsuoka Yoshitsugu (voiced Yukihira Soma) (MY GOSH HES SO AWK AND CUTE OMLLLLL he was like ‘can i speak now’ cause there was that kind of awkwardness in the first segment too 😅) and Yonetani Yoshitomo (animation director)

Yonetani-san was asked how he felt abt the anime. He talked about how he wanted to express how amazing the cooking/food was as well as wanted to excite (oh b o y 😳) the audience

Matsuoka-san was asked the same thing. He talked about how he’s been following Soma since day one and thinks a lot abt his growth in Totsuki. He talked about how he kinda thinks about his own high school days (comment from director lol that he might just cry during his final recording session which i feel, its been 5 years since the first season was aired)

THEY RECORDED AN IRL SHOKUGEKI?!??!?! OMGGGG. FUKUYAMA JUN (voiced Saiba Asahi) AND TAKAHASHI MINAMI (voiced Tadokoro Megumi) WERE THERE (yall can i just- JUN LOOKS SO MF GOOD OML). 

bruh matsuoka’s mixture for a sauce for tonkatsu was frickin WACK he put strawberry jam, cream, waSABI???, KETCHUP?!?!?!, along with SOY SAUCE, there was more but that combo i put alone looks so frickin wack. 

Jun’s sauce oMG HE STARTED W NUTELLA AND PEANUT BUTTER WTF OMG THIS MISCHIEVOUS MAN I CANTTT 😂😂. He put in LOTS of mayo uhm... he crushed sesame seeds and dried fish together OMLLL HE WAS LIKE SHE NEEDS HER CALCIUM W THE FISH HES SO CHAOTIC and since he ran out of time he couldnt crush the fish properly so there were just HUGE CHUNKS OF FISH IN THE BOWL. omg when he was mixing it..... ew. the takamina was like E W. the way he was selling it was pure g o l d OMG HE PUT IN MF SQUID JUST NOW I CANTTTT HE IS IRL SOMA XDDD poor takamina she was fake crying, girl saME (she’s the judge)

Takamina surprisingly enjoyed matsuoka’s sauce (she was like the ingredients somehow WORKED xD) “it feels like i had a nice meal” (GIRL HOW??? XD)

as for Jun’s sauce review: FDSAFD TAKAMINA SAID THAT THE SQUID WAS STARING AT HER I CANTTT. she described it as a theme park which is perfect. tons of flavors were trying to be the main thing. The squid leg works with tonkatsu so it was ok in the end

matsuoka’s sauce won bc the squid in jun’s was kinda unnecessary but in the end she liked both (kinda surprising lol)

ADSJFKSFJ YONETANI-SAN DID THE ‘bursting’ thing ONCE THE SHOKUGEKI VID WAS DONE, SHOWING A SHIRT W MEGUMI AND TENTACLES OMG

Matsuoka’s comments on the shokugeki: he enjoyed doing it w jun since he was very good at talking (especially when he was making the sauce). Both their sauces were “okay” lol

Yonetani-san’s comments: he talked about how he struggled to cook when he was a child but even through the small irl shokugeki they did he learned smth lolol

Matsuoka was asked which lines were more memorable for him (other than soma’s lol): he talked about how the explanations for the dishes (the monologues when theyre being made and when theyre being presented) were difficult and whenever he recorded those kinds of lines, it was kind of difficult to record since it would be hard to express a good portrayal of soma’s energy if he didn’t even know what he was talking about (so on the side he had to keep using wiki to understand what soma was even talking abt lol)

Question abt the production of the anime: Yonetani-san talked abt how there were lots of complicated words; there were lots of cuts in certain scenes made to try and portray the energy that they wanted in the anime

“If you could try any of your character’s dishes which one would you choose?” Matsuoka: he wanted to try the chicken wing dumplings and a recipe book was released before so he tried it... and it turned out BAD XDD

Someone asked abt where the producers get ideas about the ending theme sequences: Yonetani-san’s used the songs as inspiration for the backgrounds used for the ending themes, also trying to relate to the cooking and the theme of high schoolers just going through life etc

OH SCHIZ THERE WAS A SPECIAL MANGA RELEASED. A small part of it was voiced by matsuoka, jun, and takamina it was vvv cute (the full would be released on Shounen Jump at a later date)

Ending remarks: FASDFDSA THIS ACTUALLY WILL BE THE LAST SEASON OF SHOKUGEKI OMG 😭😭. OMG MATSUOKA IS SO FRICKIN CUTE AND AWKWARDDDDD he was doing a small clap at the end hes so adorable someone protect him pls :(((

The next and last anime talked about was JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind, where there was a behind the scenes vid made:

Ono Kensho (voiced Giorno Giorvanna) was there ofc along w two producers from David Pro (Kasama) and Warner Bros Japan (Omori Hiroyuki)

OMG FIRST THEY TALKED ABT THE STAND CRIES YESSS. DSFDSAF THEY ACTUALLY COUNTED HOW MANY MUDA’S ONOKEN HAD TO SAY that is so amazing i love the dedication. onoken mentioned how he talked to koyasu (voiced Dio Brando) abt counting the muda’s but he was like ‘ehhhh i never did that lol’. overall, everyone from all seasons tried to match the scenes but koyasu was basically the odd one out not rly needing??? to follow it lol

FDSAFDSA BRUH THERES 17 RERO RERO’S hirakawa-san practiced in the BATH the dedication is INSANE i love this

lolol onoken scrunches up his face when he says his mudas lol vvv cute (so thats a good tip for anyone wanting to say it properly)

one of the reasons they chose onoken in the first place to voice giorno was the fact that his muda’s were strong, thats frickin awesome (and he asked for a redo so that just shows great dedication, smth that staffs would want in their seiyuu)

next they talked abt the anime-only scene of giorno giving gelato to a kid. they wanted to show how kind giorno was despite eventually becoming a gang-star. its personal to kasama-san since he had actually went to italy and had experienced intense heat there and went to a gelato stand so he wanted to preserve that memory in film

they moved on to talk abt how the hitman team was first introduced in ep 10. they decided to enhance the anime by showing the many teams of passione in their own meeting places, trying to emphasize how close everyone was in their respective teams

THEY MENTIONED HOW THEY PURPOSELY PUT CHARACTERS THAT ARE LATER INTRODUCED IN THE ANIME WITHIN FRAMES JUST TO TEASE omg i love

next they talked about how the second theme for golden wind was kinda hard to make (the animation and song IS amazing which i personally appreciate). considering that they needed to kind of match up with “Fighting Gold” (the first op), it was hard to produce something for it. And they had already decided to make an alternate version of it as well, animation wise. For a while they were stuck but eventually they managed to create smth which ofc ended up as the second op for Golden Wind (and also mentioned how that also happened for Stardust Crusaders, with changing the op’s animation to showcase everyone’s stands and also the small interaction between joutarou and dio)

AHHHHHH THEY MENTIONED THE FAMOUS DIO POSE THAT GIORNO DID AHH YESSSS THANK YOU DAVID PRO FOR DOING THAT, they said that they felt that they needed to live up to fans’ expectations so considering how dedicated of a fanbase we are, they decided to put that little nod toward dio’s pose with giorno doing it too

Ending remarks: lolol kasama-san was like ‘watch jojo in these difficult times to brighten up your day’ and honestly i just might :D

Omori-san was also a guest for the live broadcast too! Plus, Kanno Yugo who’s in charge of the music for Golden Wind!!! (a frickin king providing giorno’s iconic asf theme)

OMG THE THEME LETS GO HE TALKED ABT IT: considering his experience with parts 3 and 4 for the themes, he felt he needed to try and one up himself lol; he’s grateful that his music is loved by the fandom and hopes to meets everyone’s expectations (my king you’ve done amazing work)

He talked about how making music for jojo feels like competing in the olympics (cant blame him lol its a pretty difficult job to one up yourself every time theres a new season. since he started working with jojo at stardust crusaders and considering how iconic joutarou’s and josuke’s themes are, needing to make smth as amazing as those themes mustve been tough but he def delivered in the end)

OMG KANNO-SAN PERFORMED LIVE AHHHHHH and ofc its Il vento d’oro :)) THAT WAS SO FRICKIN AMAZING OMG ugh that made me so happy

Ending remarks: both guests were very wholesome, saying to stay safe during this situation. Omori-san stayed behind to say a small message on behalf of warner bros japan, saying to continue to support them and thank you for supporting the anime :))

Overall an amazing experience 😊

I loved everything that happened. It was nice to finally see some of my fave seiyuu at an event despite what’s going on in the world right now, it definitely brightened up my day :D

[c-c-cherry]

Our local mafia dads meeting their childrens’ parents!!

Okay, I’ve gotten A LOT of asks about Bruno + Abba meeting Dio and I’ve also gotten an ask or two about them meeting the gang’s parents so they all kind of correlate together so I decided to make one post about it!

For the sake of Polnareff’s sanity, I have to keep all the crusaders alive or else things will end up messy hehehe

*someone asked for Diego but like,,,I haven’t read that much of SBR yet so I don’t think I can do it solely because of lack of character knowledge. I'm sorry anon :(*

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I got a shit ton of asks specificically for a post like this so I hope y’all enjoy <3:

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Giorno

Our boy Giogio has a very complicated family tree, but let's just start with the elephant in the room. Or should I say, the literal fucking vampire.

-Dio would be...interesting, for sure. But he wouldn’t exactly look out of place in their household, considering they’re all wearing ridiculous outfits. 

-Depending on how Dio actually acts, Bucciarati would probably invite him in for tea and Abba would sit there silently admiring his green lipstick which he’s 99% sure he saw at Sephora earlier

-You know how fucking extra the man is. The moment he sees Giorno this man literally bursts into dramatic tears with mascara rolling down his face and everything and Giorno is just like “????”

-They would have never guessed that Gio and Dio were related by personality alone. They contradict each other so much its almost funny

-They DO know where our boy got his sense of style from, though,,,and that fucking hair,, :’)

-Even if Dio is absolutely fucking pretty feral, I could see all of them having a pretty civil conversation about everything

-If Giorno wanted to go live with him, he was free to, (but he doesn’t have to)

-Dio learns about Giorno’s previous home life and it takes like 6 people to hold him down for him to not go and march down to his old house to commit vampire crimes

-Dio is scared of shit like tvs and the microwaves and they pay no mind to how weird he is and don’t pick up on the fact that he’s a vampire at all

-Until Polnareff emerges from the turtle, takes one look and him and GOES FUCKING OFF-

-Dio Brando is no longer welcome in the Bucci household

-Though he can see Giorno on weekends if he’s good :3

-Abbacchio can and will sneak out to go shopping with him because Dio always manages to have way too much fucking money and no one knows where it comes from

-Once Bruno finds out, (which he does from the empty Versace and Louis Vuitton bags stashed under his bed) the fun is over >:(

Giorno’s mama and step-dad...yeesh...

-you’ve seen how I made them react to those two if you read The Storm a few months back, and I still stand to the fact that if Giorno didn’t talk about his parents, they would just assume that he just had a weird relationship with them and didn’t want to talk about it

-Once they find everything out, though…*cracks knuckles*

-Bucciarati is the type of person to pick his battles. Would he have tea with Giorno’s mother just to learn her weaknesses and then slowly deteriorate her? Would he civilly promise Giorno’s step-father money only for an assassination team to show up at his door once he gives Bruno his address?

-Yes.

-Abba will go straight for the kill once he’s pissed. Don’t tell me otherwise. Man is ready to throw hands at all times and he’s not afraid to beat the shit out of some shitty middle-aged people

Narancia

Narancia’s mom, like any other sweet mama, would probably sit down to lunch with Bruno and thank him for looking after her son :)

-It would be sweet, very nice and wholesome

-Like literally if the two of them ever met they would probably just sit down together and talk about Narancia and that’s literally it

-Abba claims that he “doesn't pick favourites” (because all the fucking gremlins drive him crazy) but he secretly does favour Nara over any of the other kids

-Knowing everything Nara’s gone through, he would only treat Mela with respect if he ever had the chance to meet her

His dad on the other hand...

-Bruno wants absolutely nothing to do with the man

-He knows that it isn’t entirely his fault for everything that happened with Narancia throughout his childhood, but he wasn’t there when he should have been

-People that simply don’t care to the point of neglect absolutely infuriate Abbacchio because he was like that once too and he’s seen the damage that it does firsthand

-Abba knows if he ever ran into the guy, there’d be hell to pay

-But that’s how he feels about most of his “kids’” parents (considering most of them are absolute assholes)

Trish

-I feel like how they would react to her father is pretty self-explanatory,,,

-but Oh MY GOD Donatella Una and Bucciarati going on shopping sprees together? Being fucking bougie as shit together??? Can I say gucci and mineral water dream team????

-I can bring her back to life if I want to >:(

-She’s the kind of person who’s really great to go out with—like to bars, clubs, restaurants, etc,,,and is willing to do absolutely anything as long as she gets the social rush

-Trish is pretty quiet but her mama’s atmosphere is fucking CONTAGIOUS

-Abba and Dona would do each other’s makeup and she’s the kind of lady that shows up at his door with a pile of DVDs and those fucking cucumber face masks

-Also she collects those expensive-ass collector’s edition barbie dolls and Bruno and Abba always give her the latest holiday barbie for Christmas :)))))

Mista

-Honestly, I kinda see Mista’s parents as pretty ordinary people with nothing really defining their personalities

-They both work a lot and were never really around that much, but once Mista went to jail they pretty much just never reconnected with him and don’t really plan to

-Bruno isn’t particularly angry at Mista’s parents; the kid fucked up pretty bad and even Mista knows that he can’t really blame his family for not wanting to reconnect with a murderer

-It would be pretty mutual if he ever met them; probably a dull greeting over lunch and then they would get back to work

-Abbacchio wouldn’t even bother. He has no tolerance for people that don’t want to interact with them (although if Mista really wanted him to meet them he would suck it up and be decent)

-They seem like the kind of stiff people who would freak out if they were talking to a gang member or someone who lives rougher so their interaction wouldn’t exactly be a long one lol

Fugo

-Fugo doesn’t hate his parents

-In his heart, he still really just wants approval from them even after all they did

-I’m not sure how Bruno and Leone would possibly meet them, but if they did, Bucciarati would probably be pretty civil about it

-They wouldn’t want to talk about their son at all, which would make Bruno pretty irritated and Abbacchio infuriated

-When they do talk about him, they just talk about his anger issues and the fact that he failed their family in both the education department and the social aspect and it takes everything in both of them not to flip the fucking table over

-Because obviously his “parents” never spent any time with him or else they would know how intelligent he is and how much he loves playing piano and helping Bucciarati bake bread and how much he cares about everyone around him

-Surprisingly though, Bruno is the one who holds a grudge about it. If they hadn’t put him in college as young as they did, maybe things would have been different and he wouldn’t be working for the Italian mafia >:( (but he still feels more than blessed to have Fugo in his life) :)

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I have so many posts now that I feel like my headcanons might get lost within my sea of all my other stuff as the time passes,,,I’m thinking of just making a fic/headcanon masterlist and keeping it constantly pinned! (I would link it in my bio but that shit isn’t working no matter how many times I try sjhdkjgfd I hate Tumblr)

If you’ve got an ask, request, or headcanon, hit me up! (I do just enjoy y’alls immaculate vibes, too) <3

[redbeanboi]

'Fire and Ice’: Parallels Between Jon Snow and Giorno Giovanna (Part 2 of ?)

While I’m taking a quick break from writing—let me get back into this. I’ve been re-reading parts of AGOT, and... I’ve found a lot of material that I want to use for this section.

First post can be found here.

Warnings: Extended Spoilers ahead for JJBA: Vento Aureo and ASoIaF.

I’ve discussed Ambitions and Childhood, but I haven’t talked about Personality.... Most especially the uncanny, bizarre charisma these two possess. 

Giorno and Jon are quiet and keep to themselves. They’re also very very bad at setting good first impressions. 

Before Jon is allowed to take his vows, he has to train in the yard at Castle Black with the other recruits. And... as expected of Lord Stark’s “bastard,” Jon—the teenager who lived in a castle and was trained by knights—is able to beat these fellow recruits (untrained, lowly born kids) singlehandedly and even breaks someone’s wrist because sparring with them is just child’s play to him. 

“They’re not my brothers,” Jon snapped. “They hate me because I’m better than they are.” 

“No. They hate you because you act like you’re better than they are. They look at you and see a castle-bred bastard who thinks he’s a lordling.” The armorer leaned close. “You’re no lordling. Remember that. You’re a Snow, not a Stark. You’re a bastard and a bully.” 

“A bully?” Jon almost choked on the word. The accusation was so unjust it took his breath away. “They were the ones who came after me. Four of them.” 

“Four that you’ve humiliated in the yard. Four who are probably afraid of you. I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with you. Put a good edge on your sword, and they’d be dead meat; you know it, I know it, they know it. You leave them nothing. You shame them. Does that make you proud?”

— A Game of Thrones, Jon III

Not exactly making a splendid figure for himself as a recruit for the Night’s Watch.

Luckily for him, that scolding from Donal Noye leads Jon to reflect on the error of his ways and ultimately drives Jon to apologize and make friends with his new brothers. In good spirit, Jon offers to help them train and even makes them laugh, and would you look at that—everyone’s warming up to him!

Others were gathering around and looking at him curiously. Jon noticed Grenn a few feet away. A thick woolen bandage was wrapped around one hand. He looked anxious and uncomfortable, not menacing at all. Jon went to him. Grenn edged backward and put up his hands. “Stay away from me now, you bastard.” 

Jon smiled at him. “I’m sorry about your wrist. Robb used the same move on me once, only with a wooden blade. It hurt like seven hells, but yours must be worse. Look, if you want, I can show you how to defend that.” 

Alliser Thorne overheard him. “Lord Snow wants to take my place now.” He sneered. “I’d have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.” 

“I’ll take that wager, Ser Alliser,” Jon said. “I’d love to see Ghost juggle.” 

Jon heard Grenn suck in his breath, shocked. Silence fell. 

Then Tyrion Lannister guffawed. Three of the black brothers joined in from a nearby table. The laughter spread up and down the benches, until even the cooks joined in. The birds stirred in the rafters, and finally even Grenn began to chuckle.

—A Game of Thrones, Jon III

Giorno on the other hand is just... He’s quiet and the other guys probably only feel unsettled by his sudden appearance (this is my interpretation of course, I know people just love the idea of an evil and manipulative Giorno) in Chapter 456.

They’re in a dangerous line of work and having some stranger join—and inevitably disrupt the existing dynamics on their team—is not a prospect they welcome wholeheartedly. It’s only because of Bruno’s endorsement that they kind of suck it up. 

But... not before trying to pull a prank on the unsuspecting new guy.

Pictured above: Four people who could not give a flying f*ck about welcoming the new guy.

Pictured above: Same four guys who are proceeding to ignore their new teammate.

Pictured above: Same four guys trying to pull a sneaky one.

Giorno finally catches the drift and sees that he’ll have to put in a little more effort if he wants to be taken seriously around here... 

And for some reason that means drinking the piss-tea. But sure, he “turned his tooth into a jellyfish.” Of course you did, dear Giorno.

Protagonists rising above their peers’ expectations is a trope you see throughout a lot of Shounen manga. Naruto is one that comes to mind, but there’s tons, and you even see it in Phantom Blood with Jonathan. This same device is present in VA with Giorno, who does it again and again. 

And just as Jon manages to impress the recruits (and even some of the sworn brothers), Giorno manages to turn the tables around and impress Bruno’s team. And this is not a solitary event. If anything, these few pages are only the beginning, and you see throughout VA that Giorno continues to earn their trust and admiration. 

This arc also applies to Jon, who goes from very unpopular bully to a leader (and eventually Lord Commander of the entire Watch) as the series progresses. He and Giorno have a knack for winning people over, and it’s precisely why people look to them for leadership. When things take a turn for the worst during the attack on Castle Black, everyone turns to Jon for guidance. Jon won their trust and they’re ready to follow his commands.

Giorno, on the other hand, does not have many solo fights, but his presence and influence are very evident when his teammates are despairing. One arc that comes to mind is the Talking Head arc. Narancia is able to keep moving because of Giorno. Giorno’s stand literally gives life to inanimate objects, and just as Gold Experience gives life force to everyday knickknacks, Giorno is able to inspire and breathe new life into his teammates. Charisma is a central trait to both of these characters and it’s one of their most notable traits—probably one of the traits that distinguishes them as leaders, too. Hm. 👀

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A/N: I actually have some stuff about Aragorn that I wanted to add (because Jon Snow is DEFINITELY GRRM’s version of Aragorn and our dear Estel has to also deal with rising above expectations and whatnot in LOTR), but uh.... seeing that this is about Jon and Giorno, I left it out. Let me know if you’re interested in seeing those additions to this meta. 

Edit on 06/23/20 — Changed the title to the meta because I remembered this old post I made.

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Ultimate Duo! Ch. 5

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“What’s waiting there?” Abbacchio asked.

“I take it we’re not there for the amazing views,” Fugo said, standing next to the older man.

Kars walked over to the group, glancing at Narancia for a moment, the boy stared back. He turned away and focused on Bruno.

“So then what’s the point of all this? Just lay it on us!” Mista was beginning to get impatient.

“This morning, the capo Polpo, killed himself!” Bruno announced. Most of the team gasped in shock, unable to process the information. Giorno looked away, knowing full well what truly happened. Kars knew as well, but he simply didn’t care at all. He disliked Polpo from the start. The gang began asking questions about his death.

“The why is inconsequential. Polpo was an influential capo who courted death daily.” Bruno interrupted them.

“Hold on, let’s focus back on Capri,” Fugo gave the team leader a questioning look. “How are the two connected?”

“Polpo was stashing away a vast personal fortune. A fortune worth… ten billion lira!” He announced. Everyone was stunned while Kars was unimpressed. Money is useless. Bruno explained that the treasure was hidden by him so he knows the location. That means the money belongs to them. Everyone grinned (except for Kars…) and mentally praised Bruno. He was going to become a capo.

Narancia was suddenly pulled back, letting out a weak “Bucciarati!” before disappearing completely. Mista rushed over only to find a shoe where the seventeen-year-old once was. The rest of the members followed. Kars growled, he knew something was up. He should’ve trusted his instincts. The moment Giorno picked up the shoe, it was quickly snatched out of his hand by Abbacchio.

“There’s a person hiding on this boat. I’m not sure where exactly, but Narancia is fine. He isn’t dead.” Kars turned to Bruno. “I have the ability to manipulate my body structure, should I go inside that hole there?”

Fugo shook his head. “It’s way too small! It should be impossible for you to even get your hand in there.”

“Nothing is impossible when you’re the ultimate lifeform!” He began twisting his body and flattening his organs. The others grimaced at the sight and tried tuning out the sounds of unsatisfying crunching.

Bruno stopped Kars from continuing. “It could be a trap! We don’t know what the enemy’s capable of.”

The Pillar Man rolled his eyes and returned his body to its normal state. Fugo and Mista split from the group, only to get targeted by the enemy as well. Kars growled and turned to the others. “Splitting up and letting your guards down is the worst idea you humans came up with!”

Abbacchio frowned and narrowed his eyes, glaring at him as if Kars blamed him for the idea. Giorno used Gold Experience on Narancia’s shoe, turning it into a fly and watching it try to pinpoint his location. The teen explained what was going on to the others, but that just seemed to upset Abbacchio.

“It’s his cowardice talking, he hasn’t seen anything.” “Abbacchio!”

“I bet that bastard is just hiding below deck, I’ll force them out here and give them a helping of payback!”

Giorno frowned. “Unless you die first, which will likely happen if we rush in-”

The older man cut him off and growled. “You’re just a piece of shit.”

Furious, Kars yanked him back and forced Abbacchio to stare at him. “If you know what’s good for you, I’d suggest you change that attitude of yours. If not, you’ll die by my hands instead of the enemy’s.”

Bruno placed a hand on the Pillar Man’s shoulder, gripping it tightly. “Now is not the time to fight. Kars, let go.” He did what he was told, letting out a huff as he did so.

“Come what may, I refuse to give up my dream!” Giorno announced.

Oh great, he was going to talk about his dream.

Kars was ready to ignore his dramatic speech until he saw the boy dash forward. He was ready to ask him what the hell he was doing until a hand appeared. It pulled him and stabbed him in the back with a sharp weapon. Bruno got up, ready to save Giorno until he was stopped by Abbacchio. A teal aura surrounded him, he turned to Kars and said. “That kid of yours, Giorno Giovanna, is an idiota. Seeing him go to these lengths to prove himself makes me realize that he’s even crazier than I thought!”

Giorno’s body disappears. The only thing that was left of him was splatters of blood. Abbacchio glared at Kars. “I don’t trust either of you just yet. Now look away, I’m not allowing you to see my Stand.”

The Pillar Man rolled his eyes. “I’m no Stand user, so I won’t be able to see it anyway.”

“Don’t lie to me!” He growled. “Explain how you did that thing with your body!”

“I’m not human,” He said. “Never was. I could sense Stands, but not see the damn things.”

“Is that why you called yourself the ultimate lifeform?” Bruno asked. “Are there any others like you?”

“Yes, that is why, and no, my only two allies are deceased. I... was never able to avenge them.” Kars tried to keep the anger out of his voice, but the others easily noticed it.

Abbacchio didn’t ask for any more answers. He just stared quietly. He witnessed his partner’s death and the guilt stuck with him. Kars was probably going through the same thing. Sticky Fingers manifested and created a zipper, allowing the trio to peer into the interior. Empty.

“We have to get out of this spot,” Abbacchio said, pulling down Bruno and Kars and letting the zipper close.

He stood up and called his Stand’s name out. Moody Blues appeared, leading the trio out of the interior and back up on the yacht. At first, Kars began to see some kind of purple and silver shape. Soon it shifted and changed into Narancia. The Stand sat down and did something… weird. A strange song played as well. The Pillar Man frowned, whatever song Narancia was listening to at this time sucked. Moody Blues’s voice as Narancia sounds echoey like he was talking in a cave. Abbacchio fast-forwarded to the point where he got attacked by the enemy Stand. A hole appeared on Narancia’s left shoulder, then he was suddenly yanked back. Air left the hole and he began deflating like a balloon.

“Abbacchio, pause it!” Bruno shouted when he started getting pulled into the pipe.

Kars frowned. “If I went into there, I would’ve found Narancia’s body.”

“...And you would’ve gotten attacked by the enemy and end up just like him. We wouldn’t even know what happened to you.”

The future capo kneeled on the ground and picked up Narancia’s wrist. “Everything from his nails to his bones is rubbery like some kind of weird condom. Even his shoe and buckle are rubber. Good news is I still feel a pulse.”

“What’s a condom?” Kars asked Abbacchio.

“I’m not answering this question,” He sighed. “Go ask someone else once this whole thing is over.”

Moody Blues continued its replay, the rest of Narancia’s body went down into the pipe.

Bruno’s eyes widened. “Track it down? Have you lost it?! You can’t attack or defend during replay. It’s too risky! You’re asking for it if you go in there!”

“I know the precise movement and location of Moody Blues at all times. When the bastard gets close, unzip the floor and you two will beat his ass to kingdom come,” He turned to the two men. “We won’t defeat him by sitting here and twiddling our thumbs. Let’s attack!”

He stood up and looked past Bruno. “It went left. That’s where he got Mista. Moody Blues is passing underneath the buoy as we speak.”

The trio watched the fly move around while Abbacchio sensed his Stand’s location. The insect slowed down then started moving towards them. Bruno summoned his Stand and opened the pipes. They were empty. Kars leaned down, he didn’t pick up on any of their team member’s scents. He remembered how they all smelled like; Narancia smelled like oranges, Mista smelled… gross and sweaty, Fugo smelled like fruit and mint, and Giorno always seemed to have a floral scent.

Abbacchio pointed at where the others were supposed to be. “Right there. There’s no doubt my Stand is still in front of us. It’s right over there.”

“But I don’t see a damn thing!” Bruno shouted. The Pillar Man turned to the two Stand users.

“He’s not lying. I can sense his Stand’s energy, it’s right in front of us. Obviously, I can’t see it either.” He said.

Sticky Fingers began opening more zippers. A hollow thud was heard. Kars glared down at the exposed pipes. The sound came from somewhere else…

“There’s one more mystery and I’ve just about cracked it. Once I do I’ll crack his skull!” Abbacchio said.

“The enemy’s here, withdraw your Stand!” Bruno cried, only to be ignored by the other two members.

“I got it!” The long-haired man exclaimed. “I just blew this whole mystery wide open!”

The fly turned away and a few seconds of silence passed. Air started to rapidly escape from the hole on the side of his neck. Blood spilled from his fists as he fell over. A hand pulled him away and Bruno tried saving him, but it was no use. Abbacchio’s blood dripped from his cheek.

“I was expecting something more impressive, honestly,” Kars sighed. “One down, two left to go for the enemy. We better not lose this battle.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH ABBACCHIO?!” Bruno shouted, his Stand punched the boards and opened up another zipper. Actually - he opened up multiple zippers, but it just created one hole. “...What did you do to my famiglia...”

The birds above them squawked loudly, it was almost distracting. Another person seemed to have heard them as well…

“Surely you see the seagulls around you,” Kars growled at the mocking tone. The man’s laugh wasn’t any better. “I suppose we’re finally approaching land, and I finally have you all to myself, Bucciarati. You as well, Kars, right? What a weird name. Strange how you wanted to name yourself after a vehicle.”

Bruno tried speaking but the enemy wouldn’t allow it. “Uh, uh, uh! I’m the one who’s talking here, not you. Now keep that mouth shut till I tell you otherwise!”

“Or what? What will you do?” Kars said, Sticky Finger’s user quickly turned to him with a face that read “what do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’ll kill them if you don’t shut your damn mouth! That’s what!” He growled, the Pillar Man was going to continue taunting until he felt a hand on his arm. Bruno shook his head, silently telling him to stop. It was too risky. “..That’s it, know that I can eliminate them at any moment. These little minions only live because I allow it. They’re in a state of suspended animation, you should be grateful that they aren’t sleeping with the fishes.”

He wanted Polpo’s treasure, that’s for damn sure. The two pondered ways to get their teammates back and kick the enemy’s ass.

“Tell me, are you part of Passione?” Bruno asked.

“Gee whiz… you really just aren’t getting it, are you? I’LL KILL YOU, CAZZONE!”

The guy spat out threats and insults. The only life Kars was concerned with is mainly Giorno’s. Perhaps it’s because he was the first Stand user he met, or maybe cause of their similar abilities. Though, he hasn’t seen the rest of the gang’s capabilities. It would be a waste if they lost someone with such a unique ability.

After the man was done with his yelling, he panted heavily. “Choose your words extremely carefully. Now, to address the ten million lire manatee on the boat, where can I find the money the boss left behind?”

Kars glanced at Bruno, wondering what he’ll say.

“Black-tailed gulls.”

“...Huh? Come again?”

“Those birds are black-tailed gulls, not seagulls.” He said. “If you’re wondering how I could tell, it’s because they sound like they’re meowing. You mentioned before they were seagulls, but they’re really black-tailed gulls.”

The enemy chuckled, then shouted, “SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR COMRADES!”

Before he could do anything, a burst of water sprouted up from the hole in the yacht. The boat started to rock as more water flooded in. Bruno and Kars started to move towards the opposite side of the boat.

“I didn’t strike the deck in order to find out where you hid Abbacchio,” The black-haired man explained. “I just wanted to create a little leak.”

“But why?!”

Bruno continued his explanation. “Abbacchio unraveled the mystery behind your special hiding spot and he was nice enough to leave some evidence there.. Evidence of your location and even your distinguishing features, he did it with his blood. Abbacchio went so far as to injure his own hand, so as to leave behind a trail of blood. He was taken, but the blood never seeps below the deck! It stops right at the floorboards which I find more than a little curious. There must be a reason! Where were he and the others taken?”

The yacht proceeded to sink further down. Kars held onto the Stand user to prevent him from accidentally slipping off and into the ocean. Parts of the boat peeled away to reveal another one. There were two boats the entire time. They both jumped to the second boat and watched theirs sink. The enemy crawled out and revealed himself. To be honest, he wanted to make fun of his hair. It was a light green, lighter than the other Stand user he met before. Pesci was the name, right?

Mr. I-Have-An-Awful-Hairstyle continued his threats again, but neither Kars nor Bruno were fazed by it.

“Give up and I’ll show mercy, but the moment you injure Abbacchio I’m putting you down for good.”

The three men remained quiet. Nobody moved a muscle. A gust of wind blew through their hair, but that’s about it. Soon, the enemy attempts to stab Abbacchio only for Bruno to extend his arm and punch him. A zipper appeared around the man’s neck while Kars jumped forward to check on the others. The short-haired man waited for Abbacchio to gain consciousness. The Pillar Man kneeled next to the others, waiting for Giorno to wake up. He watched the interaction between the other two males.

When the whole team was awake, they checked for any other injuries. Narancia, Fugo, and Abbacchio began mercilessly kicking the man’s body. Giorno picked up his wallet and read his name out loud.

Mario Zucchero.

Mista squatted down next to him, holding a pair of glasses and a fishing line, no doubt planning to torture the dude. Kars felt no pity. He’s getting what he deserves, it’s karma. Besides, if nobody else was going to do it, he would. The ultimate lifeform turned to Giorno, reaching to touch his hair.

“What are you doing?” The teen asked, tilting his head back so his hand wouldn’t touch him.

“Your hair is a mess, fool. I’m going to fix it for you.” His hands gently pulled and moved golden strands of hair. It was a bit awkward for Giorno since he was literally about to fix his own hair. “There.”

Kars turned away. “I’m not going to let you walk around like that. You’d look like an idiot and that would embarrass me.”

If they were going to be the ultimate duo, they have to look their best.

~~~

“There are no enemies around,” Kars told Bruno. “We’re safe. For now at least.”

The man lowered his binoculars. “Alright, so we’re clear. Still, I want to know who told that bastard about the secret fortune. The way he knew about our plans, he had to have been working with someone.”

Giorno glanced at Mista, he hung the unzipped head of Zucchero with the fishing line and placed eyeglasses on him. Narancia did some “Heaven, Hell, Purgatory” thing with his hand. The boy laughed and started playing some music which caught Kars’s attention.

“Vocal percussion on a whole ‘notha level, coming from my mind!

Vocal percussion on a whole ‘notha level, coming from my mind!”

As the song continued playing, Narancia made some weird movements. Then Mista and Fugo joined in. The trio was all in sync, with no delay or anything. For some reason, the Pillar Man hates the entire thing. He walked over and crushed the boombox with his foot. He ignored the complaints of the three and hopped down where the other team members were at.

“Come look at this!” Abbacchio said. Moody Blues revealed that Zucchero was using the boat’s radio. The man quickly turned around and pointed at the youngest member. “Giorno! You haven’t earned my trust yet, so you don’t get the privilege of looking. You’re lucky I’m letting you hear his voice.”

Giorno closed his eyes, turned around, and moved away. While he did that, Abbacchio turned to Kars. “I don’t exactly trust you either, but I don’t care what you do.”

Everyone, except poor little Giorno, watched the replay. When they heard Zucchero mention that they were heading to Capri, they panicked. He heard everything they said. Once the replay was over, things didn’t get better. Whoever Zucchero was talking to was already on the island and it seems that they weren’t going to get any information out of the man.  

“Before this boat docks,” The group turned to Giorno. “Someone needs to scout ahead. Taking this guy out is our best option.”

They all stared in silence until Narancia spoke up. “Just what the hell are you yammering on about newbie? You must be a freakin’ idiot if you think one of us can get to the island faster than this boat! How do we even do that, swim?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

Giorno leaned on the railing, using his foot to hold up a buoy. “I’ll use my Stand to turn this buoy into a fish. Believe me, it can pull someone along faster than this boat can sail.”

“You’re not doing that,” Kars shook his head. “I can take you there faster than a damn fish.”

“So you’re going to be the one swimming over there?” Narancia laughed, a few of the others chuckled as well.

“I’m not going to get these clothes soaked, so I’ll be flying instead.” He replied, rolling up his sleeves.

“What are you, an airplane - wait, what?!”

The Pillar Man’s arms turned into wings and three feathers sprouted from the top of his head. The others stared in shock at his new appearance.

“I… suppose that could work too.”

“Neither of you know his name or what he looks like, and the port of Capri is crawling with lots of tourists. How do you think you’re going to find him in a crowd of peacockers?” Abbacchio said, even though he’s including both of them, he seemed to be directing it more at Giorno.

“You know what? I’m actually with the new guys on this one,” Everyone turned their heads and watched Mista speak. “So we don’t know the identity of this asshole, big deal. If he’s waiting for Zucchero to arrive in this boat then I think we got a fighting chance. We gotta take it, no matter what the risk is. Why wait for him to make his move?”

He pulled out his gun and looked at Kars. “So, how many people can you carry?

The Pillar Man sensed a Stand’s energy and Giorno heard small giggling. It was Mista’s Stand, the small beings resided in his gun.

“I can bring as many as I want,” Kars said as he squatted down and pointed to his back. “Now hurry up or I’m leaving you behind.”