#i'm sorry mista is being such a baby

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CANNIBAL DAD

Dad! Bob x Baby/Kid/teen! Reader

Yes I have become a part of the Bob simps, BUT THIS IS NOT A FANFIC! No, THIS is Mista' Bob Velseb as a dad! Cause who doesn't want him as a dad? I know you heathens like me want him as a DA-, Ahem. Sorry for that. Anyway onto the post and enjoy! As a FYI some things may not be cannon.

Warning: Cannibalism, gore, mention of murder/killing, Abandonment, Cursing, Mentions of being drunk, Mention of trying to feed off of Bob (Don't.), Used as bait, knifes, bones, kid behavior but more unhinged

BOB VELSED

To say the least you're mother never even wanted you after getting drunk and sleeping with a notorious cannibal killer that was loose after he tried killing her one night.

Bob found out he had a kid when she just left you at the front door of his hideout in the winter with a simple note saying, " Here's your kid, I don't give a shit if you eat them or not but I'm not keeping them. " ( She didn't live long after that)

Definitely didn't know WTF to do once he got you inside (Man was not prepared). He stood in his living room holding you for about a hour debating whether to eat you or not.

Once you started to try and grab his sweater he decided to keep you and raise you, even if he was on the run or not you are his little ball of sunshine!

He sat on his slightly disheveled couch for about a hour trying to think of what to do. Sure he'd had one night stands before getting caught but THIS! This wasn't something he would have ever expected to happen as he looked down to the small infant wrapped in his sweater to keep them from the winter cold. He had just got back from killing that cursed woman who left you out in the cold but now he had no idea what to do, he was stuck between eating you or not.

Finally he decided to just eat you and as he went for his knife something snatched his 2nd sweater, he froze as his head slowly looked down at the small hands closed down on it as if asking to be held up closer to him. Slowly but surely he lifted you up and held you with one arm as his claw like hand went to grab your hands, you gave small coo's and babbles as you played with his fingers. He knew then and there he wouldn't let the world take you away from him.

Robbed a convenient store 5 hours after he realized he needs to get you food and supplies when you tried latching onto him. (Headlines were fucking CHAOTIC with the pictures and tape!)

Definitely experienced with some baby care knowledge. I will die on this hill.

Since he's on the run the house isn't in the BEST conditions. . . . . But he makes due with what he has and knows he can keep you warm through the winter!

He doesn't know how to handle you crying so he usually keeps a victim alive for help until eventually killing and cooking them. Can't have anyone see him be a softy

You're toys and chew toys consistent of bones, anything he steals off victims, his horns (Yes. He gives you the horns.) Any and all clothes, blankets, and victim hand's (Don't question how it stays fresh. . . .)

The girl kept screaming for bob to let her go as he made his way to his hideout, he was slightly running since he had gone out pretty far in the woods and was worried you had hurt yourself. He opened the door and could hear the little screams of his ball of sunshine, " I-Is that a baby? Oh god please don't hur- " " Quiet! Now I need ya' help and your gonna' help me or else I take ya' eyes and SHOVE 'em down your throat! "

Bob dragged her closer to the screaming as they entered and saw a little baracade of blankets with you in the middle screaming and crying. He let go of the girl and gently picked you up while turning to the girl slightly panicked " They been cryin' for 6 hours now and I can't find what's wrong, Now help me so they can stop! " she made her way towards you and held you close as they started to try and calm you down, which proved difficult from bob death staring them.

Slowly but surely you calmed down and looked up at the girl " Th-There we go, just tired aren't you? " she slowly rocked you back and forth to sleep as bob loosened up before taking you back and mimicking her movement while talking to you. She slowly made her way out of the door and bolted for the front door ' Finally! Freedo- ' it was short lived as they were yanked back by their hair and had their mouth covered " Now where do you think yer' goin'? I can't have you living after what you saw. . . . " she screamed, but being muffled, as bob dragged her to the basement.

As you grow older into the time frame of crawling or walking he had to start buildin' baracades!

Man saw you crawling for the first time and was starstruck! Until he noticed his knife hanging a LITTLE too close to the edge. Baracade numbro 1!

Now seeing as you are the child of a man who most definitely has ties to a certain cult and is definitely non-human in some way can he REALLY be surprised the first time you crawled on the ceiling and were over him while he tried to sleep?

Yeeeaaahhhh wall crawling? Be glad you haven't been stabbed or accidentally thrown when you fall off at random points

In total there are 13 baracades and 5 wall crawling stoppers (He got proper baby proofing materials later down the road, don't worry)

Ontop of the wall crawling is the, and in order of how he found out about them, Glowing eyes, Locking your jaw on anything that's flesh (R.I.P finger's from the chew toy) sounds like a demon escaping everytime you cry, demonic animal noises, and then finally you having surprisingly sharp teeth!

Bob held a camera as he set it up while setting you across the room " Ok, Come to papa! " you looked at him dumbfounded for a minute before starting to attempt to make your way towards him " That's it! Ya' can do it! " finally you started to crawling and his eyes got star's in them " There you go! Come on! " you were about half way before the lights went out and both your eyes started to glow " Oh shi- " before he could finish he heard you on the walls making those demonic noises that stuck in his nightmares " SHI-SHOOT! WHERE'D I PUT THE NET!!!! " he grabbed the little net bed as he tried finding you on the wall's.

" (N/N) WHERE ARE YA'! COME OUT FOR PAPA! " he went for the kitchen first until he heard you crawling on the ground in the living room then on a wall again, he went from room to room with you one step ahead of him until finally he decided to return on the power and look for you. " There now I can- " he covered his ears at the screech you let out from your guys room

' NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo!!!! ' he slammed open the door expecting to find blood from you getting his knife but instead found a broken bone and slightly chipped tooth. He let out a sigh of relief before cradling you and trying to calm you down ' I really gotta' get 'em some soft chew toys. . . . '

When you got to the stage of being able to speak and stand he is the type of man to try and make you say Dada but instead you say Mama. Also becomes VERY protective and cautious once you start walking.

Around this time he'll try to hunt more since when you were a baby he couldn't leave you alone so he was limited to hunt around him instead of far out. Also will refuse to take you with him no matter how big of puppy dog eyes you give him.

Never excluded sneaking out and following him when he didn't take you!

It was 8:00 and bob had finished getting his hair slicked back and painting his face, you were put to bed and should be asleep by now. He had been hungry for about 4 weeks now but can you really blame him? He had to take care of his little ray of sunshine that's you! " * Sigh * Finally, I can go out and get me some meat. Don't need to worry about littl' (Y/N) tryin ta' come along eitha' " He made his way out the front door not noticing two glowing eyes watching on the ceiling or hearing the little demonic giggle that came out of you while following after Bob.

------Time skip------

Bob pinned his victim onto the wall while digging his knife as far as he could into their abdomen while letting out a holler of laughter. " HAHAHA HAHAHA!!!!!! Oh how I've MISSED this! " he pulled the knife out as the victim sprayed blood from his mouth onto his clawed hand, they dropped limp as Bob released them to the ground before pressing his knee down into the wound while placing his knife into their neck. " Did you know- "

" MAMA! "

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" W-Wha- " before the victim had more of a chance to speak bob squeezed their throat to make them pass out before turning to their littl' sunshine who ran up to him while making grabby hands " Mama mama!!!! Up up! " he picked you up with a big and slightly concerned smile, " Now how did you get here littl' lamb! " he could be mad another time. Rn, he just needs to take you home and bring the body with him " Mama, can I help? " bob was caught off guard but slowly he gave you a soft smile " Of course ya' can, just help papa with the body. " " MAMA! " he would have to find a way to break you out of the ' mama ' thing eventually, all that mattered at the moment was getting home and avoiding the approaching police.

He tries and take you out with him on peaceful walks and sometimes hunting since you will also most likely pick up cannibalism from bob and have his more sadistic traits, but you can cover them well like him too.

Since you now talk and walk he of course brings you little trinkets and gives you you're own room if you want one! If you don't he will build shelves from already broken ones or steal one for all your little gifts and finds. ( Has a secret compartment in his sweater where he keeps your drawings for himself 🤭)

He let's you keep whatever you want from a hunt and if you want something from a store he'll make sure to dress you up and wear a disguise so you can go shopping.

He also tries his best to pick up on sewing and knitting for you and himself. He remembered how much you loved watching people make things but never brought it up because you were so shy about it, so he surprised you with a semi wearable scarf! Since then he's been trying to do more but still needs practice.

You were waiting at the door for bob to show up again, you sadly couldn't got hunting with him but he promised to bring you back something special! Slowly you were loosing the battle of sleep until the door opened " Mama! " you never let him live the name down as you tried to jump up on him " Hey! How'd my little hell spawn hold up da' fort? " you straighten up while saluting to him " Guarded and secure! I even caught you a present! " you ran off to bring your gift over as bob set the multiple bags down on the fixed dinning table.

As you came back bob was slightly shocked to see the heavily bleeding and unconscious person you dragged along with you " I saw them in the woods lining the house and they tried to break in! " bob let a smile adorn his face, on that didn't look so crazy and forced, before picking you up and spinning you around as you giggled " Hahah! That's my girl/boy! " he set you down in a chair before pushing the bags towards you " Now you remember how I was gonna give you something special? Weeelllll I noticed you eyein' a few things in the store that you didn't grab sooooo- "

He didn't finish before you tore into the bags and started making excited demonic animal noises " Mama! Thank you! " you lunge to bob as he caught you and returned the hug " Anythin' for you my littl' sunshine. Now, how about I start dinner'? " " Yay! Dinner! "

Getting about 5-8 years old he allows you to venture out on your own but not to far to where he can't find you, but still you get to explore none the less. Of course you bring back things you find to bob which he cherishes with his life and makes sure to get you something back.

Buuuttttt your also a little rebel so you usually decide to go a LITTLE farther than allowed without him knowing.

This is also how you come across skid and pump one of the days you get lost and Bob's loosing his shit trying to find you and telling himself you're alright

Of course you make friends with the two and when you tell bob he is in a bit of a crossroad considering he tried EATING them last Halloween, But their your friends and he'll accept it eventually!

Are they allowed at the house? HELL NO! (Still sneak 'em in tho)

When he has a re encounter with the four people from last year because you were waving goodbye at the edge of the woods and he popped up to scold you for going out so far until seeing the four across the street. Cue awkward silence

Bob saw you waving towards the sidewalk across the forest and came up behind you with a worried but angry look " (Y/N) (M/N) Velseb. What are you doing out here? " " Mama! I was waving goodbye to my friends! " Bob turned to the sidewalk and froze as he saw the two familiar pumpkin and skeleton kid with two concerned parents. " Mama, can they come over for a play date PLEEEAASSSEEEEE!!!!!!!! " bob looked down at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could have imagined and felt his heart tighten as he looked back and forth between you and the others, finally he let out a sigh while looking at you " Fine. They can come but ONLY if you agree to tell me when to expect guest. Got it? " " Mhm Mhm! I got it! "

bob let out a tired sigh as you turned to tell skid and pump they could go over before happily climbing up to sit on his shoulders as you headed back leaving two very confused Lila and jaune behind with skid and pump feeling excited to have a new friend.

Now as I said, rebellious kid. Meaning you have gone into town which results in you getting both almost kidnapped by frank and having some very scary encounters with others.

Roy is a perfect example! Your first interaction was scary as shit for all of them cause you decide to pull the same did you know your old man pulled on them! Doesn't help you also have a Southern accent like him with a more deranged smile. Safe to say he don't wanna try shit with you

Other interactions that were tense at first are Frank, had tried bribing skid and pump with candy and you pulled off a head tilt with a smile which sent him driving, Dexter, you had met him when bob grounded you and he tried coming in through the front door, the cult, they had no clue of any ties between you and bob so they thought it was a good idea to try kidnapping you! Fucking. Not. Never came back to the house, and finally! Jack and john, you can use your imagination 🙃

Now of course once Jack and John find out you two are blood related (after you went to the police station because you lost bob on one of your hunts) they use you as bait every chance they get! Doesn't work out well though 🙂

You were currently sitting in a cell scared out of your mind and making the most eardrum bursting screeching anyone can imagine as you try to clue bob where you are. " Jesus! How the hell did that phsyco get laid and have this thing birthed! " John complained as you stopped and threw one of the pieces of the destroyed cell bed at him, he quickly ducked as you start giggling uncontrollably " That's not important! What is is that he shows up to try and get them out so we can catch him. " you started to actually loose your breath as you finally looked at the two with tears in your eyes while speaking " You can't catch mama! He's just gonna escape! "

You stopped laughing as the power went out and your eyes glowed as you started jumping up and down " Mama's here mama's here! " both men drew their guns as the turned on their flashlights trying to find him " Jack, get to the breaker box and turn on the- " before John could continue he was thrown across the room as Jack turned his gun and flashlight towards him, and oh BOY was bob pissed. He was in his signature costume drenched in blood and guts from what the flashlight showed.

" Did you know? " his voice was strained as his glowing eyes turned to jack before he was being held up by a claw around his throat " That you neva' fuck with a man who would do anythin' for his KID. " he blocked off more of Jack's airway before feeling a bullet got through his chest and hit Jack in the leg " MAMA! " you panicked slightly as you watch bob drop Jack and face towards the cowering John while smiling more pissed than ever " I'm alright sunshine! Just close yer' eyes and ears for me, well be home soon. " you followed his instructions as he lunged at John more determined than every to rip him piece by piece for putting you in a cell and trying to use you as bait.

This next section is for girl things, I'll do one for the boys but girls gotta be done first so I can get it out of the way

You have now entered teen years (11-18, sorry if you disagree) and guess what? You now have a period! Yaaaaayyyyyyyy........ Yeah god have mercy on anyone who hears the screams of demonic pain in the woods or enters the woods.

Bob has no experience whatsoever ever dealing with this subject so he is going to probably be the equivalent of a new dad panicking that his wife/girlfriend went into labor.

Tell him exactly what you need or this man will pop back up at the house with a human sacrifice ready for you to consume if it means he's safe from your wrath.

Be thankful he never dropped his sewing and knitting hobby cause you getting custom shit if it's certified help material

Bob had been pacing back and forth as he tried to think of how to help you as you were currently curled into a ball on his bed with blood all over your legs. He knew this day would come but he didn't think like this! Slowly you started to groan again as bob heard the slight clicks in it " Ok bob, what do you remember your ma' telling you and how ta' handle it. " he perked up when he thought he heard meat painfully came out of your mouth " Ok, I'll be back sunshine. Just stay tight and I'll bring ya' somethin' to help. " he exited the house now on a mission.

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You had been waiting for bob for about a hour now, the pain wasn't there anymore so you found it easy to shower and go about trying to stop the blood from getting everywhere. " I wonder why dad's taking so long..... " you chuckled slightly as you remember how you'd always say " mama " instead, just then the door opened with bob having a giant bag in his mouth while dragging a body behind him. He set the bag down before placing, who you recognize as a cashier, on the table.

" Ok I got whatever I could possibly think of before the police arrived and took me to a cell. " bob started pulling out all sorts of materials to help you before turning to look at you to see you facing the body " Dad, why did you bring a cashier? I thought we had enough meat? " he picked up the cashier before turning to you with a smile " For a offering so you don't kill me of course! " you almost laughed before composing yourself and looking at bob " Dad I don't need a sacrifice! Why in the world would you think I need a sacrifice???? " he scratched the back of his neck as you face palmed yourself not believing what was happening right now. " It's the thought that counts dad " you gave bob a hug as he hugged you back before turning to the now conscious cashier and punching them unconscious.

Hormones is 100% something he can't help you with even if he tried, but he's 100% gonna be your gossip buddy and do runway modeling for you if you pick up a habit of designing clothes or do things to help in anything you pick up (I can't help but imagine him striking a pose with duck lips as you laugh your ass off at his attempt at looking hot in a dress you made)

Having " The Talk " has got to be the only other time you've seen him visibly have to take more mental breaks than when he told you about cursing. Man was praying you'd stay little forever

He makes sure you drink your setting boundaries and respecting people who respect you juice 👏! (If you a Top he's gonna give you the finest gentleman juices in👏the👏world👏!)

One thing that's a constant he tells you is that no matter who or what you want to date he's gonna be happy as long as you are, so long as they pass his test! Also tells you if you do a secret relationship you better make it worth keeping it from your old man! And if they do something to hurt you or they weren't worth it YOU will be able to get all the revenge you want!

He really is just that dad who may not know anything about what happens when a girl matures but will happily try his best ever thought he knows absolutely nothing. Just don't bring up people drama cause you both gonna go and kill that person for dinner.

Bob heard the house door slam and saw you running up the stairs mumbling nope under your breath on repeat and red faced. He set down his book and glasses as he made his way up to your room that he gave you once you become 11, hearing you pacing and panicking made him slightly jog up and knock on your door as softly as he could. " Littl' lamb? Are you alright? Ya' ran up the stairs and were kinda' red. " " I-I'm fine dad! Nothing's wrong! " Bob was about to say alright but then something struck him like a hammer as he realized what was going on ' Right, she probably has a crush or her hormones must be going crazy. ' he opened the door as you stopped pacing and looked at him with some slight panic but tried to play cool as you smiled at him

" (F/N). I think it's time I talked to you about something. " you visibly tense as you sit on your bed while bob sits to your right " What do you need to talk about? " bob could see how tense you were before letting out a sigh and placing his hand on your shoulder " Listen kid, I know it might be hard now with all ya' hormones and feelings going haywire right now but, no matter what I'll always give ya' the same love I give ya' now. "

It was confusing to understand what bob was saying but you guessed you got it " Thanks dad? " that's when bob put on a smile before getting serious " But just so you know, if anyone hurts ya' or don't pass my test I ain't hesitatin' to kill 'em. And make a secret relationship' worth it! " finally you got what he was saying before and start laughing while bob tried to stay composed " I mean it! And make sure to get me some grandkids! " you laughed harder as bob slowly joined in.

Finally you both calm down and you give bob a hug as he wrapped his arms around you " Thanks dad. . . " " Anytime sweety'. "

Ok now that I've ran out of ideas for the girls it time for the boyz!!!!!!

First and foremost he is 10000% more prepared for this than anything for a daughter, I mean he had to go through this as well!

Boners and stuff of that nature is the easiest talk he's ever had to talk to you about. Man probably will give you the secret holy grail of how to hide a boner in any type of pants in this world

He still has the sewing and knitting hobby and I see him just crafting shit every teen boy would need to survive teen years. (ESPECIALLY if you get achne!)

He also gotta show you the groom my friends 🤌

It was around 10:00 and bob was on the verge of passing out from watching Kitchen Nightmares

(Fight me but he definitely watches it)

Until the scream of his son woke him up and had him running upstairs. He slammed open your rooms door as he searched around to find you sitting with the blanket over your head " (M/N)! Is everythin' alright!?!?!?!? " He made his way towards you and tried pulling down the blanket but you retracted and pulled it further on " Yup! Just a nightmare! " now bob knew this to be a lie so he had to think for a minute until remembering how old you were now.

" Son, pull the blanket off yer' face. It can't be as bad as some of the victums' I've seen. " Slowly but surely you pulled the blanket down to your shoulders as bob sighed with a slight smile on his face making his way towards you " Son I know you probably already know what's happenin' and I know this is probably scary but it's not as bad as it could be! " knowing how embarrassing but comforting this would be he pulled out a photo and handed it to you. " No way. Is that- " " Yup! That's my' freshman year picture. . . . " It showed a much younger bob with much longer hair than what he has now, slightly skinnier but still chubby body, and OMG he had a punk phase.

(YUP!, I feel like starting shit and just like with Kitchen Nightmares you can fight me because I'll die on these hills!)

But the one thing that had you in shock was to achne that lightly went all over his face " Go on, get it out yer' system! " and get it out of your system you did. When you finally calmed down as bob re-took his very much embarrassing high school photo, you look up at bob as you sideways hug with a smile on your face " Thanks dad, you really are the best dad someone could ask for. " Bob smiled as he hugged you back to the best of his abilities " Anytime. Now I gotta show ya' some tricks I learned for groomin'! "

Now, same rules apply with hormones. He may be able to give advice but he's not going to be fully there. Also applies with the interests, he will play basketball like he's 19 again until his leg gives out and your now trying to get him in the house so you can have him sleep like he's 80.

" The Talk " was so weird for you because he was bringing shit up that you ain't never fucking image goes with puberty. He just got no filter between what is happening simplified and what's happening with too much detail!

You getting your respect women juice and your gonna get your beat anybody's ass if they disrespectful juice! Man raising a gentleman! (If your a bottom he's gonna make sure your a power bottom, Mama don't raise someone who don't say what they want)

Dating rules and secret relationship rules still apply along with the revenge. This man is VERY supportive

He's all and all better at handling a boy than he is at handling a girl because this man is one of the most unprepared people possible for a daughter than you can ever imagine.

Bob had set down some plates as he made his way up to your room knowing you would have sneaked into the window to avoid him, but can you blame him? He's gotta worry when you have a temper that's almost got you and sometimes him caught (But he's proud). Getting to your door he heard you throwing things around the room while talking to yourself. He knocked as loud as he could which caused the room to go silent. " (M/N)! I'm coming in the room! " " Dad NO! "

Bob opened the door to a absolute mess, everything was thrown about or some destroyed as you stood in the middle gripping at your hair " (M/N)! WHAT'S WRONG!?!?!? " Bob ran to you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards him. You froze and went stiff as you started to well up tears " N-Nothing I just- I- " bob wrapped you in a tight hug as he tried to calm you down while you cried, calming down bob looked at you again and asked what was wrong. Letting out a sigh you looked away from him " I. . . . . I got a crush...... "

Bob got a smile on his face as he let you go and put his hands on his hips " Well who's the lucky gal'! " You rubbed your arm feeling nervous as bob looked confused, then he slightly went wide eyed as he let out a sigh putting his hand on your shoulder " Son. Listen. " you tensed up expecting the worst " I don't care who ya' love or what ya' love. Your still my kid. I'll be there for ya' no matter what. Just know if they dare hurt ya' anyway possible or don't fly with me I'm killing 'em. "

You smile as he hugged you, slowly returning the hug and looking up at him " Thanks dad...... " " Of course, just get me some grandbabies! " you laughed while going red as bob joined in with you before letting you go " Now, tell me about the boy who got my littl' devil's heart! "

Now gender neutral teenage stuff because I've got what needed to be divided slightly (Of course it's gonna be short so I can end my misery because my fingers hurting)

Kidnapping and going out hunting is going to be the most common things to happen.

Bob doesn't always go to your rescue every time though cause you handle yourself pretty well sometimes, RIP Jack and John's goddamn wallets from the hospital trips 💀

You honestly just get alot more freedom than expected but he still worries so you always gotta keep him updated every 6 hours

Bringing anybody home you like so he can meet them or a photo is a MUST. Don't want them getting accidentally killed!!!! Although it might sometimes be on purpose......

I imagine him starting to get you to be more social and him also trying as well while also being in disguise (I realized I forgot to mention this but bob will age just not as quick as you think he will)

You both walked down the park path making jokes and enjoying some quality time before night, since bob or you both would leave on your own seperate hunts. Sitting on a nearby bench bob gave you a tired lazy smile as he tried to catch his breath " I told you the hoodie was a bad idea. Besides nobody's here! " you opened your arms to make a point as bob let out a breathy laugh " I know kid, but I ain't as yong' as I used to be. I'm almost 100 you know? " you rolled your eyes at Bob's over exaggeration before sitting next to him " Lies. You look like your in your 60's. "

" Oh really? " bob looked at you before narrowing his eyes " How old do ya' think I was when you were a kid? " you crossed your arms as you looked at him " 34 " bob gave you a smile before leaning back on the bench " Wrong kid, 61. " you sprang up from your spot and got in front of him " WHAT!?!?!? How are you just now getting streaks of gray in your hair!?!?!? "

Bob let out a short laugh before looking back up at you " Have ya' ever wondered why ya' can do what you can do? " " Yes but I ju- " then it clicked " You were a cult member!?!?!?!? " bob stood back up again before giving you a smile and walking into the woods " It's almost night. We betta' head back. " you stood in stunned silence before quickly running up to bob sputtering on your words " HOW CAN YOU BRUSH THIS OFF!?!?!?!? "

Now to the faithful day somebody steals his baby's heart! Aka the day he becomes the most hardest man to please when you try dating someone.

Partners are a VERY hard thing to come across when you are the daughter of a notorious killer and killer yourself, plus the police and everything doesn't help either.

So saying you ACTUALLY found someone who isn't trying to collect some sort of bounty or apart of the cult he is V E R Y on guard. The first interaction feels like a stand off in the wild west between the two.

Now of course he'll want to know how you met up, so for your sake and theirs lie. Say you met in the park or somewhere instead of the truth which is you saw them on a killing spree and they saw you.

Staying for dinner is like a spin the wheel for how you will compromise dinner with bob. Human meat is DEFINITELY off the table so finding a substitute is key to them actually staying.

Overall this man ain't gonna chill until he's certain they can be trusted

The air in the room was heavy and felt like a snake, almost ready to tear out the poor boy/girl next to you who had a all cheery look. Bob sat across from you two and was silently death glaring them while you tried to think of a way to defuse the situation " Dad, this is (R/N). There my Boyfriend/Girlfriend. " bob looked at you briefly before looking back at the boy/girl next to you " So, (R/N). How did ya' meet my daughter/son/kid? " he was trying to scare the kid in hopes he'd give bob a reason to gut them on the living room floor.

" Oh! I had met them one night when taking a stroll around the park, they were alone and I was curious so I introduced myself and the rest is good memories. " you could hear the imaginary hammer hit one nail into a coffin with their name on it as you decide to quickly chime in to stop another one being hammered " It was after I left to hang out with Skid and Pump! It was beautiful outside and I didn't want to head home just yet. We hanged out for a while until I headed back and we just kept meeting up there. " That's when Bob's eyes got a sadistic look before he started rapid firing questions at your boyfriend/girlfriend.

" How often would they stay at your house? "

" Sometimes for 2 day's. "

THUMP. 2 nails

" How did ya' know where to meet up? "

" They would text me when and where before 6. "

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" How did ya' already know where we live? "

" I've been inside before "

4. Bod started going for his knife.

" Do you know what we do for a livin'? "

" I've been told "

5. You kept your hand stead on your own knife.

" Do ya' know who I am? "

" Bob velseb. Wanted serial killer and cannibal. "

6. Bob started drooling as he prepared to stab him.

" And tell me young' man/woman. Where exactly do ya' work? "

" The butcher shop right by your old restaurant! "

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Bob smiled and looked towards you " They can stay fer' dinner! " you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you hugged bob with a goofy smile before turning around and saying " Welcome to the family! "

FINALLY!!!!!!! FUCKING. FINISHED. This has been in my drafts since 2022 and I have poured way too much energy into this that I'm about to cry in joy for finishing.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this read and that it isn't disappointing for how long this has taken me. Request are open and pinned with all my rules and such if you want to request something. BYE!!!!!

[smol4bluengine]

It was time for Gordon's check- up with Mr. Ramsfield. Sir and Lady Hatt walked up to the Ramsfield's office, Lady Hatt pushing Gordon's pram.

"Are you excited for your visit with Mr. Ramsfield today Gordon"? Sir Topham Hatt asked.

"Mhm." Baby Gordon simply replied.

"Is everything okay Gordon? You haven't been your usual happy self lately." Lady Hatt said.

"Boiwer ache." Baby Gordon replied.

"Poor dear, don't worry once we're done with Mr. Ramsfield, we'll head over the steam works and Victor can make you feel all better, okay"? Lady Hatt asked.

"Otay". Baby Gordon said.

Unbeknownst to everyone except Gordon, the baby engine had been hiding that he had regained his big engine memories quite some time ago. However, Gordon was loving his life as a baby engine and had planned on purposefully failing the big test to remain as a baby engine, but the weight of guilt had been getting to Gordon.

The Hatt family entered Mr. Ramsfield's office.

"Hello Sir and Lady Hatt and hey there little guy! How is everyone doing"? Mr. Ramsfield asked.

"We're doing fine thank you, but poor Gordon here has been having some nasty boiler ache lately." Sir Topham Hatt responded.

"I'm sorry you're going through that Gordon. I'll try to get through our meet up as fast as possible so that your mommy and daddy can focus on making you feel better, okay"? Mr. Ramsfield asked.

"Otay, mista Wamsfeeld." Baby Gordon agreed.

With that, Mr. Ramsfield began his examination. He first started by asking Baby Gordon some simple questions like asking him how he was doing, did anything exciting happened during the week, and reciting the alphabet and numbers. Finally, Mr. Ramsfield had Sir Topham Hatt place Baby Gordon down on the baby engine track he set out for some play time. On the track were some toys: stuffed animals, soft blocks, toy freight, and toy passenger cars.

Gordon stood at the switches looking at the two trains. The weight of guilt crushing him as Lady Hatt asked Gordon what he would like to play with.

A bad memory flashed in Gordon's mind, one where his mentor had him locked in a dark shed for weeks after he saw Gordon returning to the sheds singing happily while hauling a heavy goods train and giving a friendly whistle to passengers waiting on the platform.

"Please professor let me out, it's too dark and scary! I'm sorry I took a goods train, I just wanted to be useful"! A young green Gordon cried.

Young Gordon couldn't see a thing in the shed, he feared a monster would gobble him up or worse, he'd be forgotten in there forever. By the time his professor let him out, Gordon had lost count of how long he'd been locked up.

Before him stood his mentor, the engine was only a bit smaller than Gordon, but the way he had Gordon cowering in the corner, one would've mistaken the professor for being a Union Pacific Big Boy. The professor looked at the young express engine in disgust.

"Get out." He spoke.

"W..what"? Gordon stuttered.

"You've been bought by another railway, meaning you don't belong here anymore. Get out." The professor said bluntly.

Without another word Gordon rushed out of the sheds as soon as his crew got him up to steam.

As Gordon made his way to the big station, he passed by the smaller engines who immediately fled to hide once they saw the young big engine approaching. Gordon wheeshed sadly as he watched the small station pilot cower behind a short train of coal cars, but it wasn't just Gordon they were hiding from. From the other side of the tracks a group of three young big engines steamed up, pushing any small engine who hadn't been fast enough to move out of the bigger engines way. Gordon hoped they wouldn't notice him as he pulled into the station.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here"? Came one of the big engines.

"Looks like they finally let the big crybaby out, what a shame, we were enjoying the peace and quiet away from your obsessive sobbing." Said another.

"Wah, waaah! I'm Gordon and I don't have a single friend! Wah"! The third taunted.

"Not even those silly little engines want to be friends with a weirdo like me"! Mocked the second.

"PATHETIC"! The big engines laughed.

Gordon fought the urge to cry as he struggled to speak.

"I...I got sold to...to another railway..." Gordon struggled to speak.

"Yes, to a railway of failures."One said.

"I heard their controller fell for a silly trick and bought some sort of sick chimera of an engine." Third said.

"A rather perfect fit for a big baby like yourself." The first said smuggly as they pierced deeply into Gordon's soul.

By now a few tears had managed to escape Gordon's eyes as the bit smaller big engines passed him.

When he managed to calm down, his builders arrived to instruct the big engine to head to London, where he would meet his new controller at King's Cross. Gordon just hoped he could make some friends on this railway and maybe, just maybe, he could have a family with siblings and a mother and father like he always wanted.

Back in the present, Baby Gordon could no longer hold in his emotions and began to whail.

"ME WIED!!!!!!!!! ME WEMEMBA BEIN BIG"!!!!!!!!!!! Baby Gordon admited.

The adults in the room were shocked as Gordon continued to cry.

"Me sowwy! Me no wanna be big! Too scawy! Too many inny ouchies"! Gordon cried.

The baby engine feared and awaited the out lash from a very crossed Sir Topham Hatt. Instead, Mr. Ramsfield spoke.

"I understand." Mr. Ramsfield told Gordon and the still processing Hatt's.

The watery eyed engine looked up towards the younger man as he knelt down to the best of his abilities to be on Gordon's level.

"Engine phycology is just now starting to be seen as a serious issue and yet there have been many, many engines ever since "The Rocket's" era that are in need of help. I don't know what happened in your past Gordon and I can't imagine how scared you must have felt telling us you remember being big, but know that the place where you are right now is a safe area for you to be you and to talk about anything you need to talk about." Mr. Ramsfield gently spoke to the little engine.

Gordon felt the soft rubs on his boiler from Sir and Lady Hatt.

"Gordon, does being a baby engine make you truly happy"? Sir Topham Hatt asked.

"Yes." Gordon responded.

"Then I don't want you to change alright? If being a baby engine makes you the best version of you then you are a really useful engine." Sir Topham Hatt told the baby engine.

"Dada"! Baby Gordon cried happily as Hatt's held their little blue baby engine close.

[strawberrysurecake]

Heyo! Love ur Bucci gang Hcs! (Especially the tsunderes ones!) Not sure if you're taking requests rn (sorry if ur not bsbdbdb) but I was wondering if I could request sum Bucci gang Hcs with a s/o who has Somniphobia! It's a phobia of sleeping, this can be due to being afraid of something bad happening while asleep or afraid of going to sleep due to nightmares and/or night terrors. S/o is afraid of going to sleep and tries to do everything in their power from falling asleep!

If your request aren't open or you don't want to do this request, you can totally disregard it! ^^

Bucci Gang + Trish with S/O Who Has Somniphobia

Contents: Giorno, Bucciarati, Mista, Narancia, Abbacchio, Fugo & Trish

Tags: G/N!reader, fluff

Thanks for the request, Pomegranate! Somniphobia is actually something I can relate to. I don't have much problems with sleep anymore but in the past, I used to avoid going to bed until I got incredibly tired. I hope all you somniphobes reading get the chance to overcome your fear!

As for my status about requests, requests aren't officially open beyond the neko short fics but I like to take them anyway because it offers a break in between projects I have.

Psst. By the way, I'm trying out a new aesthetic and informative format for my posts. I made the webcore-styled header myself in MS Paint from scratch too so I'm pretty proud of it.

❁ - - Giorno Giovanna - - ❁

He has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night sometimes

It was during one of those nights that he heard you brewing coffee at 3AM

Shuffling downstairs and into the kitchen, he finds you nestling a hot mug of coffee with the darkest circles under your drooping eyes

He asks you if something is wrong but your answer of "no" doesn't satisfy him

"We have a day off tomorrow. There's no need for caffeine this late."

He learns of your fear of sleep and he's intrigued to hear you open up about a vulnerability to him so easily

He nudges the mug away from your lips and morphs the top buttons of his silk shirt into fragrant lavender buds

"Come. You need to rest. I'll sit by you until you're asleep."

❁ - - Bruno Bucciarati - - ❁

When coming home from a mission, he's used to having you run to the door to greet him but not at this unusual hour

It was 2AM when he returned and you were right there on the sofa, languid but ready to kiss him hello

"Amore, I won't be offended if you're asleep by the time I come home..."

Your explanation of how you can’t sleep unless he's there with you has him slightly concerned

After a little quick thinking, he zips together a concoction of fabric and cushions to create a crude cuddle buddy

"Let’s call him...Onurb. When I'm away and you can't sleep, Onurb will be here to keep you safe."

Although he'd rather be the one cuddling you to sleep, he supposes Onurb will have to do for a stand-in when he's away

Though he sincerely hopes you don't become too attached to Onurb...

❁ - - Guido Mista - - ❁

"Baby, it's 4AM. Why are you baking so early in the morning?"

He receives the most deadpan explanation for your fear of slumber, of nightmares and the inherent vulnerability that comes with sleep

Considering his superstitious fear over a single-digit number, he doesn't have much room to criticise your fear of a biological necessity so instead, he relents

He makes conversation with you while you bake but as soon as it hits 5AM, he's hauling your ass back to bed and keeping you there until you get some decent shut-eye

When you wake, the baked goods of 4AM have all been devoured by Sex Pistols

"See? Told you baking at 4AM was a bad idea!"

❁ - - Narancia Ghirga - - ❁

His little spoon is nowhere to be found and now he has to search the entire apartment for your whereabouts

If you're not in the living room, the bathroom or the kitchen then where the hell are you?

The front door suddenly clicks open and there you are with a small bag of snacks in one arm another bag in the other

"You went to the shops without me!?"

You could have at least bought him some orange juice

But what really matters is that you’re safe and you didn’t get kidnapped

"Why'd you go without me? And why this late?"

Though your somnophobia isn't something you want to bother him with, he insists you wake him up whenever your anxiousness gets the better of you

In his lean arms, he reminds you that he's always here to protect you from your fears

"How am I supposed to sleep well if you can't sleep well?"

❁ - - Leone Abbacchio - - ❁

He knows you don't have the best relationship with sleep so what he does is keep you locked tight in his strong arms until you fall sleep

He'll save you from your nightmares, shoo your sleep paralysis demons and hum a quiet lullaby to coax you into dreamland

He doesn't mean to hum you a lullaby; that's something he does on the cusp of sleep

If you mention this habit, he'll deny it

❁ - - Pannacotta Fugo - - ❁

"How come you're still awake?"

The evidence of an all-nighter are all etched into your features as he can tell

Despite how tired you look, there's a tenseness to your posture he can pick up on

"Is there something wrong? You can tell me anything."

Contrary to his suspicions, you're not sleep deprived because you're anxious over any upcoming missions but because of sleep itself

There's guilt over how he's never known this about fear of yours until now

The way he scoops you into his arms is tender

He's very attentive to your needs from that night onward and he takes rigid care to ensure your eight hours of sleep happens

Anyone who dares disturb your slumber will receive the biggest reprimanding of their lifetime

❁ - - Trish Una - - ❁

"Do you want some water? Tea? Warm milk with vanilla?"

She knows of your somnophobia and she won't rest until you're asleep

In the dim lighting of your bedside lamp, she shares a mug of hot milk with you as you share stories about your day

"That was the seventh phone call I received that morning. I wish they'd leave me alone while I'm getting my nails done. I kept hoping it was you who was calling."

She stays up later than she'd like but she can't help wanting to indulge in your company just a little more before fatigue takes over

So long as you sleep well, she sleeps well, too

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi! Here for the request I was talking about!

So a mista x reader, where him and the reader see each other again after 3/4 months of not seeing each other, bc of work obligations :)

Ps: thank you so much for being always so kind! :)

Been A While - Mista

notes: hi love <3 i seriously love this idea with my whole soul because AHHHHHHH like the ideas that came to mind when i saw this ask for the first time! literally obsessed. thank you for the lovely words and thank you for always being kind to me and sending in requests it means a lot <333

word count: 394

You sat at your desk with you head in your hands. Work was tiring, college was tiring, jesus, life was tiring. You sighed and stared out of your window. It was way too late for your liking, but there was really nothing you could do about it. So you just worked with a plate of cold food next to you.

And then you panicked.

You heard your door downstairs open and your heart was pounding. It was way too late for this shit and you were about to screw somebody up. Whoever broke into your house was about to regret it.

You grabbed the nearest painful item you owned, which so happened to be a textbook and you walked downstairs as quietly as you could. You needed to be on the downlow just in case of anything. You heard the sound of keys and what seemed like someone taking off their shoes.

Probably some lost drunk, you thought, clutching your textbook.

You finally made it all the way down the stairs and gasped, dropping your textbook.

"Mista?!" You threw yourself into his arms and he giggled, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Hey baby." He smiled into the crook of your neck and took a big breath. "You smell good."

You held him close, never wanting to let go. "Guido, why didn't you tell me you were on your way home?"

"My phone died," he admitted, pulling back from the hug and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes went to your makeshift weapon.

"It's fine. I quite liked the surprise. Plus, it finally got me off my ass."

"Still working?" He frowned.

You nodded and grabbed both of his hands. "I'm so glad you're home, love." You pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

"Sorry I was gone so long. I hate having to be away for months at a time."

"Well, you're home now, and I expect you to be here forever."

He giggled and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Not forever. But I'm hoping to be here longer than I was gone."

"Good." You smiled. "Then I'll take a small break from work too."

Mista picked you up bridal style and pressed a few kisses all over your nose, making you burst out into laughter. "Let's get you to bed, lovely."

~~~~~

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[mrsgiovanna]

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: *going over the information files as well as the memory files*

Angel Giorno: Hm. I think it's time that Haruno awoke from his nap. I'll go check on him.

Devil Giorno: Oh. Actually, he woke up just five minutes ago. There's no need to worry.

Angel Giorno: Yes, well, Haruno's holding the brain cell right now.

Devil Giorno: . . . *turns around slowly* Say what now? Haruno's doing what?

Haruno: *smiling and giggling softly to himself as he holds the brain cell*

Angel Giorno: Haruno, what's going on?

Devil Giorno: What are you up to right now?

Haruno: No words! Just look! *giggling as he points to the screen*

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: *look at screen*

- Outside -

Giorno: *carrying Midnight like a baby*

Midnight: *purring and enjoying the attention*

Giorno: *smiling cutely* You're so cute! You're so cute! Who's a good kitty? Who's a good kitty?

Midnight: *meows sweetly in response*

Giorno: Maybe we can get a nice ribbon or a nice collar! What do you say?

Mista and Abbacchio: *watch from the office door*

Awwwww but this is so cute 😍 😭 💗 💖 💓

Abbacchio: so he's resorted to speaking to cats?

Mista: to be fair, Midnight is a pretty cool cat

Abbacchio: you too *sighs*

Bruno: *behind them* you were also playing with her just the other day, Abbacchio

Abbacchio: *eyes widen* that's different

Giorno: you guys can come inside you know...

Bri: *whispering* why are we all standing outside?

Giorno: because they're being silly, come in

Abbacchio: not anymore, we're leaving

Bri: I have the ... what? Why are you looking at me like that

Giorno: *eyes sparkling at the ribbon in her hair* say Bri, how attached are you to that ribbon?

Bri: *pulls it down* not particularly... *sees midnight* ah, here, let me *smiles, puts the ribbon on midnight*

Giorno: I'll get you another one

Bri: owaaaaah how cute !♡ *takes midnight and plays with her*

Giorno: *staring at them both* yeah, very much so...

Awwwww this is so so cute, I'm sorry for taking this long to answer, pls forgive me, as always, tysmmm for sending these, I hope you're having a beautiful day, stay safe my lovely 😍 👌 👍 🥰 ☺️ 😙 😍 👌

[heavenknowsffs]

6, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 25, 30

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

eyes, hair, booty and sense of humour, music taste, being smart but also an idiot at the same time

9. what calms you down?

music and cigarettes

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

this friday i'm shooting a show, it will be nice

11. what’s your ideal date?

the setting is always nice but i think the person you're with is what makes the date worth it in the end, i could be in paris with the most boring person in the world and i would hate it

12. how are you?

not doing too well... i gotta pay bills, my work won't give me holidays, everyone has holidays but me, i'm burnt out, i now i am also sad and lonely because i'm on my period (i think it was noticeable in that last question huh)

13. what’s your comfort food?

i love me some tosta mista and massa com atum, my grandma's pasta with minced meat and grilled cheese, my other grandma's empanadas ahh well i miss home a bit

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

i don't know the difference in all honesty but upon looking i guess fairy lights

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

yes i sleep with one <3

19. most important thing in your life?

my camera, my record player, the people along the way

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

leave this shitty job and make (live music) photography my full time thing

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

baby go out, go to every concert, every party, everything you can think of because for 2 years you won't be able to. also move out in 2019, thank me later

and don't date this, this, and this person

22. what would you say to your future self?

i'm sorry i didn't do laundry 😬 don't hate me

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

love love playlists but just something that would have meaning between us both

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

never felt much at home anywhere but this local studio i used to have music classes at, but then they were kind of assholes to me so :)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 11: Under Pressure •

TRIGGER WARNINGS: blatant homophobia from Nicklesmart The Beatboxing Jester™️ in disguise as someone you know, internalized homophobia throughout the whole chapter. As usual, will put a skip marker for the heavier scene before and after if you need/want to skip. It is not light, ngl 😔 [trigger words: f*iry + the f slur, each used on exactly one occasion, and (as an insult) queer. I'm so sorry, this was not easy for me either and please do not read this if any of this in any way bothers you, i won't be mad if you skip the chapter 💕]

A/N: Next chapter will be all fluff I promise 🥲, I'm so sorry, but I needed something that could solidify Richie and Y/n's friendship for good, and her helping him through his worst fear is the best way to do that and will be explored in other ways throughout the rest of the series, specifically in the sequel. all that aside, I missed you guys and this series so much!!

LGBTQ+ RESOURCES AND SELF HELP LINKS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER

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- 𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 -

    Richie keeps his eyes trained on the dried mud on his navy blue slip-ons as he makes his way across town, his mind buzzing twice as fast as it normally did. He felt as if his entire body had been put through a blender; his skull still vibrating in his head turning his brain into jelly. His stomach empty and lurching as it twisted into knots far more impossible than what you'd see from a circus performer and his heartbeat could rival a hummingbird's. Not to mention he was walking with two extra legs he'd grow from time to time, another freaky affect the physical and mental toll these past few weeks had put on him and his eyesight. The caffeine he had been living on hadn't helped him one bit either he reckoned.

    Insomnia had become his best friend in the past few weeks, hence this last-minute trip to the old gravel pit just behind Derry Town dump. At least, this was the lie he told himself to pluck up enough courage to call Y/n up. Richie hoped she could talk him through it, give him some advice. He was never this nervous to talk to her and deep down in a corner he wished to bury forever - that small part of himself that begged to be free - knew exactly why. This small, repressed Richie Tozier that lived locked away in the center of his heart was calling the shots that day. Hell, he probably had been his whole life but he wasn't ready to admit that to himself yet, let alone his true attentions of seeking her help.

    All he knew is he was nervous as all hell, his palms were sweating, he couldn't stop fiddling with his glasses and he was sure one wrong move and he'd shit his pants. For fucks sake, he needed to shake this! He had already freaked Y/n out, that he knew. He could still hear her voice over the receiver. It was soaked in static and every 's', or 'c' sound she made felt like a pencil was being shoved into his eardrums cause of her shitty outdated telephone.

    "You," she had asked with a pause. "want to meet at... the dump?"

    "Yeah," he scoffed, scratching the same spot behind his ear for what had to be the billionth time out of nervous habit. "you got wax in your ears, L/n?"

    "Nope. Just, a little confused is all. You seem kinda... I don't know, squirrely," she said wearily, and through a sharp crackling hiss from the receiver he can make out a nervous chuckle on her end. "You sure nothin' jumped up your ass or anything?"

    He bit his lip. Hard. As if punishing himself for drawing her suspicions this early. What if she somehow caught on to what he was gonna talk to her about? Her walk to the gravel pit would surely give her enough time to get to that conclusion, and Richie wasn't daft. He knew he wasn't exactly subtle about... "insomnia". What with how many times he teased insomnia, called it that special nickname he knew it hated but secretly loved. That forbidden flutter in his chest when insomnia would laugh at his jokes, and the small but precious moments they shared from time to time when the others were late that would stay in his heart and mind for weeks to come. But it didn't matter now, as everyone knew; insomnia kept Y/n's company now.

    Thankfully his mouth was faster than his brain, and it fired a rapid response before a lull could form.

    "You bet your fur," he fires, his lanky arm had rested awkwardly against the wall beside the wall mount. "I am right as rain, toots."

    He of course hadn't seen it, but she had frowned at her phone. Her concern was growing with every word spoken from him.

    "Yeah," she snorts, throwing back a sarcastic remark. "Cause you sound it."

    She had eased a bit, growing soft and falling back into their usual banter. Their special dynamic always seemed to coax down his guard a bit.

    "You're talking like a 1950's gangster in a speakeasy," She straightened a little and had begun pacing as much as the phone cord would allow her. "Ya know... More than usual."

    Y/n smiled when she could practically hear the smirk taking over his face, and she certainly had no trouble picturing his hunched shoulders and intimidating snarl he was most likely dawning.

    "It's a little somethin' called moxie, kid," he spoke with curled his words, imitating all the gangsters he had seen in those cheesy old films. "somethin' you just don't have,"

    Y/n had rolled her eyes again, at least Richie could see her doing so when he heard her respond. "Right, right. My bad Baby Face."

    "Hey!" He barked, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor as if she could see him. His voice lowered in a thick Chicago accent. "That's mista Baby Face to ya."

    "Mista Baby Face Nelson!" She strained, her annoyed shout tainted with a laugh. "Are we meeting at five or not?"

    Richie released a quick and silent breath, expelling as many nerves as possible.

    "You bet your fur."

    The exchange kept playing over and over in his mind and Richie wondered if the same rang true for Y/n. He hoped not, cause that would mean she was thinking about it too much. Hell, he was thinking about it too much now. A heavy sigh rolls off of his chest as every anxiety collectively manifests into its own dark thought.

    Fuck, he really had it bad.

    How pathetic he was.

    Eddie would surely be horrified to know what Richie really thought of him, that was for sure.

    And as if he hadn't felt crazy enough, the thoughts actually began to feel like voices calling him from the darkest shadows of his mind.

    'And the other Losers? You'll be lucky if they even look at you again.'

    Richie was surprised to find himself fighting back, pushing back as much as he could. Despite all the jokes and jabs, he couldn't be completely alone. A small part whispered in his heart that he wasn't, and he thought briefly of the turtle strangely enough but it was gone just as soon as it had come. All he knew was that whatever was telling him this thing was stubborn. But so was Richie Tozier.

    He treated it as an intrusive thought. Made a decision then and there that it was, never occurring to him what it could be if wasn't.

    No way. Not those assholes, he tells the voice. These are the Losers for fucks sake!

    The more he thought about it the more he was sure of it. God forbid Eddie did find out, which Richie had no intention of, and what would happen was in fact unclear. But no matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't picture the little spaghetti man ever cutting him out of his life completely. Not by choice at least.

    Now Ben, that lovable sappy haystack of his that was too passionate for his own good. Richie may not be the silent type but he does pick up on things, and Hanscom's affections for Beverly Marsh were far from subtle. Always opening doors for her and turning redder than a tomato when she smiled at him. Not to mention Richie was about ninety percent sure there was a poem of some sort involved. And that was just Beverly, Ben was always thinking of the Losers. Now Richie knew for sure that boy had no hateful bone in his body to the point it was fucking annoying.

    Mike, Richie felt, might be a little similar. The kid had a lot of heart, always going on about the animals on his farm. Would even go as far to say he considered them his friends, what with how much Richie knew about Mooriuel the calf and he hadn't even met her for cripes sake! Richie imagined he'd be a bit more shocked but would try some sappy speech when he came around. Would make a whole big thing of it, pat him on the back, and even invite a conversation. He scoffed at the thought, the image of Mike slapping him on the back and his signature grin... Yeah, he appreciated the hypothetical gesture but it wasn't Richie's style.

    He could easily see Big Bill sputtering up a storm, but managing a smile. He'd probably even manage to forget their differences long enough to say something stupid but supportive. And Beverly and Stan were the ones he worried about the least. Stan would probably be too indifferent to care, throw him some snarky ass comment like, "took ya long enough, dipshit," and Beverly? Well, Beverly had always been cool, very laid back. She never took shit, and she never dished it out if she didn't think it was deserved which Richie admired greatly. This was one of many reasons he was so shocked she had taken Bill's side in the fight.

    The thought brings him back down again, and as soon as the memory touches him so do the nerves in his jaw tensing up again where he had been hit. He could feel the punch all over again. And he suddenly remembers why he is here.

    He is here, he realized.

    Just around the bend, coming into view was the gravel pit. Old and crumbling it was, and overrun with weeds and bushes. One could easily scale in and out of it, and at the very bottom Rich had discovered one day was a beaten and tattered leather seat from a car that found its way from the junkyard just a ways over. This was where he told Y/n to meet him.

    Y/n...

    Jesus fuck, what would Y/n say? How would he tell her? Would she still wanna be friends with him? Would she laugh and crack a joke, not taking it seriously? Would she hate him for it? More importantly, why in the ever-loving fuck was he here and willing to tell her?

    His gangly legs tumble into a sprint as he picks up momentum descending the uneven terrain. The rubber soles of his shoes kicking up the layers of dirt and shaved gravel that lay beneath the rocks and he had to put effort into not crashing as he comes to a stop. He manages to avoid a nasty fall, completely ignorant to the fact that his right foot had been only inches away from a root peeking out from the rocks surely would have broken his neck had he made even one wrong move. He puffs out his chest, dusting himself off, and once again tries to dispel the nausea broiling in his stomach like hot tar.

    He closes his eyes tiredly as he drags his feet to the leather bench, letting his backside fall through the air and into the somewhat plush cushion with a deep groan. "Fuck."

    His fingers rub his tired eyes, his fingertips finding bits of crust he hadn't gotten earlier and his knuckles brush his glasses further up onto his forehead. Not quite knowing what to do with the overwhelming thoughts and emotions clouding him, his fingers dig further into his eye sockets until all he can see are inky splotches behind his eyes.

    Richie doesn't know why he would ever think those things of Y/n. He hadn't ever told her this, not directly at least, but she was just about the only person in the world he trusted most. He knew in his heart of hearts this was why he found himself dialing her number before he could even register what he was doing. Even after their separation and the bitter feelings they took with it, the Losers were and always would be his best friends in the world.

    So why did everything about this feel so wrong?

    From the moment the phone call ended, he felt like he was waltzing into a trap like some putz...

    "Well, look who it is..." snarled a voice from up above the surface.

    Richie's blood ran cold and it felt as if the remainder of the air in his lungs had been squeezed out like air in a deflating balloon. He whipped around at the voice, his head twisting up at the silhouetted figure so fast he was shocked he hadn't broken his own neck. The figure held their hands on their hips, thousands of the sun's rays spilling around them as they blocked out a part of the sun, an advantage they reaped from where they stood before Richie at just the right angle. His breath caught in his throat as he had recognized the voice immediately, but the figure didn't quite match the voice.

    The last thing person he needed to see right now was Henry fucking Bowers, that was for sure.

    The universe agreed so it would seem. The figure shifted, just out of the light revealing the teasing smirk of his best friend Y/n. Her hands snapped together, her palms forming a handgun, the barrel aiming right at Richie's forehead.

    "The jig is up," she snarled. "We knows it was you. You was the ones to steal from Big Bill's dame, and I wouldn't be surprised if yous was in cahoots, neithers."

    Despite the fear that had clutched his heart only seconds ago, a small chortle left Richie at how awful her accent was. Hadn't she learned anything from him? A smug smile overtook Y/n's face as he broke. She holstered her handguns and gracefully descended the pile of gravel. His smile expired not long after, and despite the thin veil of clouds creeping over the sun the light in the sky was much too hard to even glance at his friend without blinking back several painful searing tears from the harsh light. But he could still make her out.

    She was dressed in her usual ratty and eclectic garb; a mix of something far too big for her frame and something that seemed far too tight to be comfortable. Richie was certain she had never once owned even a thread of clothing that had always been hers. Her s/c brow had its usual, light glossy sheen of grease that Richie had learned very early on to not ask about. But there was something about her now, something he couldn't quite place.

    Though one question kept popping up in his mind. One that left an itch in his brain he couldn't quite scratch in his dazed state. And that was how could he have possibly thought she sounded like Henry Bowers?

    He finds himself looking down at the gravel now, wiping away as much of the sun's damage pooling in his eyes as he can. Unbeknownst to him, she watches him studiously, the ghost of her smile still on her lips as if she was enjoying his discomfort. His long and gangly limbs are folded awkwardly, still, onto the leather seat that sits on the ground. Finally, she takes a seat beside him with a huff as he had.

    As he rubs his tired eyes for a second time she takes a long look around, breaking the silence when her trip around the gravel pit lands on him.

    "Well, you've looked better." She quips, offering a smile.

    Richie snorts, pushing his slipping glasses up the bridge of his nose with a friendly smirk. "This comin' from Raggedy Ann?"

    They both breathe a small laugh and for a moment - just one beautiful, fleeting moment - Richie forgets he was ever scared. This is what he needed.

    "So," she says, pulling his gaze towards her, sending him a cocky smile as a knowing look sparkles behind her eyes. "I'm guessing there's a reason I'm here, and not helping you with your summer training?"

    Richie, for reasons unknown to him, feels his muscles tense up again involuntarily. Like a puppeteer suddenly yanking the strings, ripping his shoulders up to his ears and his muscles bracing. He felt rigid and he was, but he was doing all he could not to show it. All his unease came back in steady waves marching up the sand, but what could he do now? He could already feel her eyes burning holes into the side of his head as he kicked around a sizeable rock with the toe of his shoe, studying him. Waiting.

    Finally, his shoulders slumped in a shrug, lower lip in an indifferent pout as he looked around at the sky hanging above the gravel pit.

    "Just needed a change from all those ugly mugs, I guess," he manages a laugh, and he rises to his feet to lazily chase the rock that had rolled out of his reach.

    He can feel her eyes on him still, and he doesn't know what to make of it until finally she breaks her silence with a chuckle and rises to join him. She catches the rock with the heel of her dirtied sneakers. They're worn down to the very last thread and several shades off from the original color. She kicks the rock back to him, and they engage in a lazy game of rock soccer.

    "I can understand that," she says calmly, eyes trained on the rock as it tumbles across the gravel with several chunky clanks. "Reckon it'll be good for you, too,"

    He frowns confused without looking up at her, winding one lanky leg back before one big kick. "Whad'ya mean?"

    "Well, you don't wanna spend your whole summer inside of an arcade, do you?"

    Richie's face freezes in a frown, the rest of his body going rigid. His eyes cement on the rock underneath his shoe, willing away the veil of tears that threatened to fall. Had he not been so caught up on why he was here, Richie might have had a clear enough head to realize Y/n wasn't there for that conversation, nor had she heard about it from anyone there. Instead, all Rich can think about is the small hypochondriac boy that had stolen his heart.

    He can hear the conversation he had with his best friend, all those weeks ago when school let out. And if felt like a lifetime since he had seen that squishable, pouty little disgusted frown Eddie always put on that made Richie's inside melt. As if reading his mind, Y/n spoke.

    "This is about Eddie, isn't it?"

    Her tone is gentle but veiled. Something was concealed about the way she held herself, ever since she had arrived, something that Richie couldn't quite place. And there it was. He was right about her suspecting him, he must be. Richie battles the lump forming in his throat, and he can feel his ears turning pink under her unwavering and unblinking stare.

    Richie does all he can to fight a snarky response, not knowing how else to navigate and survive the intensity of his feelings. All he manages to do is nod.

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    "Rich, it's okay," she says, taking a step forward, his gaze is pulled to her eyes. And here it is, he thinks. The moment he had been dreading, the moment he hadn't even allowed himself to think about. "...I miss him, too."

    His face caught in another frown. That's definitely not what he expected her to say. Quickly as he could, he wiped away a spot of snot at his nose. He had managed to keep the tears at bay but now they had found another way out. He felt like a fucking fool, and he wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Of course she didn't know what he was talking about. Why would she - how would she? His spirits were crushed, and he suddenly didn't feel like getting into it now. She seemed off today, not that Richie cared. All he wanted was for this whole day to be over with, not even knowing the worst had yet to come.

    She studies his reaction, almost as if she had been waiting for this and she blinks for what Richie is now starting to realize must be the first time since she got here. Y/n's face screws into a frown, and yet there still lingered an uneasy smile that taunted him. Her eyes squint suspiciously at Richie, her head tilting in an expression he never knew he had always feared would come.

    She laughs finally, a shrill and grating laugh he hadn't quite heard before and she nudges him playfully. "Oh, come on! It's not like you've got some faggy crush on him or something?"

    When he doesn't answer, she scoffs, turning away and shaking her head in disbelief for a moment.

    Richie felt he just might vomit. Or cry. Or both. He had never felt so distraught, so dejected. So broken.

    How could she be saying these things?

    He tries with all his might to conjure a response, any fucking thing at all so he wasn't some blubbering broken chump breaking down in front of her. But for the first time in his life, Richie "loudmouth" Tozier was speechless.

    That fuck-awful grating laugh returns, a sour look screws up her face as she looks him up and down in disgust.

    "Wait, seriously?" She gapes with a scoff, making him feel about two inches tall. "You actually think he'd want to be with some fairy freak like you?"

    "F-f-uck off," he sputters, though he does not feel better.

    The trembling in his voice, the vulnerability, hearing it in himself strips any remaining scrap of confidence he had left. He's crying now and there's no hiding it. And she heard it in his voice, he knew that now as he looks at her. Her lips curl into a malicious smile and she takes another step closer, Richie fumbles a step back.

    "He isn't some," her nose crinkles as she continues to advance on him, the fire in her eyes building as he stumbles back to escape her sudden venom. "rotten queer like you."

    Y/n spits the words out like they were poison on her tongue, and this was true in every way. Her fiery stare never left Richie, it burned holes right through him as she advanced on him like a wolf on a wounded doe. They were nearing the edge of the gravel pit, and Richie had nearly run out of room when her finger stabbed his chest like a sword's final strike to the heart, pushing him to the ground as she spoke those poisonous words.

    Richie felt his backside meet several jagged rocks that brought even more tears to his eyes, though none of them hurt as much as her words. She towered over him now, the sun beating down on her back and pouring over her shoulders, trapping Richie in her shadow. She shakes her head, and he can still make out the pathetic look on her face as she glowers at him.

    "It's girls he likes. It's me he likes." she points to herself, shaking her head. "He was mine the second he saw me, but you?"

    She scoffs again, and her shadow releases him as she kneels to balance on her feet, legs folded before him with a snide look.

    "You've always been the insufferable loudmouth he couldn't get rid of." A sharp laugh escapes her, the clutch on his heart tightening to dangerous amounts he fears it will give out. "Well, I guess he doesn't have to worry about that now, huh?"

    His heart feels as if it has been ripped to shreds, the claws of the wolf had struck and now he was drowning in his own sorrows as pain as the heartbreak filled his lungs. Richie could no longer see behind the thick wall of glassy tears that blanketed his eyes, and the sounds of his own sobs amplified his embarrassment and despair. He was hopelessly broken, and he could feel himself crumble, each piece disappearing amongst the gravel underneath him until he couldn't be found. He blinked only once, but it was enough to send every tear racing down his cheek at once.

    Another malicious smile contorts her face, her e/c eyes burning darker until they looked almost a completely different shade. Her lips seemed to stretch on and on and on in a way only one thing could. And it was then that it occurred to him.

    Not one thing she had said to him is something he could have ever prepared himself for, each word constricting his heart and lungs and swelling his throat with the ever-growing lump.

    Nor was any of it something she would ever dream of saying, he knew this now.

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    This wasn't Y/n, this was never Y/n. She had never showed, and if he hadn't been so wrapped up in his own fucking head he would have caught on from the second "Y/n" arrived. Especially that entrance, Y/n surely would have fallen on her ass on her way down into the gravel pit never mind the fact her accent wouldn't be nearly as shit.

    But none of this mattered now. This thing that looked like his friend had him cornered, and It knew it.

    A wicked grin overtook the mask of Y/n's face that chilled Richie to his bones, and yet it also reassured him. Y/n was tough and could be scary from time to time, but he knew she could never be capable of the pure evil that now danced in It's eyes. Richie's body was already in motion, his arms and legs scrambling for any sort of grip that could take him up the side of the pit and to safety. But the gravel beneath him was always shifting, rolling out from underneath him when it wasn't raking his palms to pieces and all he was accomplishing was a small plume of dust that clung to his backside.

    Richie didn't know where it came from, but his actions were faster than his feelings as his fist collided with It's nose. And no sooner did the heel of his shoe collide in a painful crack that sent It's head back, did his eyes widen in horrific shock. The painful crack that would surely haunt him for many nights to come, had not been from the collision of his heel on It's nose but It's head - or Y/n's as this was still It's disguise - had snapped completely back and dangled completely off It's/her shoulders.

    The only thing connecting her head to her shoulders was the suit of s/c skin. Protruding from the center of her neck just under the skin was the end of her spine where it had disconnected, giving away a disturbing lack of muscles and veins in her neck as if it had been hollowed out like a pumpkin. Her head rolled back and forth limply, and Richie could feel bile climbing up his throat, ready to burst out his digested mac and cheese.

    His mind was screaming at his legs to run while all was still but a small part of him knew this was all a gambit, that it didn't matter if she was frozen stiff or not. Richie knew as soon as he booked it, It would spring to life with something even more twisted. That now, without his friends, he was as good as dead.

    And It was more than happy to prove Richie right.

    The clone of his friend sprang to life, It's head still rolling around on It's shoulders. Connected only by the skin of It's neck, and moving around like some fucked up slinky toy. Richie was already halfway up the gravel pit, bits of rock and dirt finding their way into his shoes as he kicked up the earth though that was the farthest thing from his mind.

    By the time Richie reached the top of the pit, he could no longer hear the thunderous boom of his heart attempting to break loose from his chest, which was saying an awful lot. His screams echoed out into the air only to be swallowed by the screams of other children and Richie didn't know how he knew this but he knew those were the screams of Betty Ripsom, Ed Corcoran... Georgie Denbrough. The bloodied screams of It's victims were drowning Richie as he ran for the junkyard, and he wondered if he might live to hear them stop.

    The screams were so fucking loud in his ears he could see them. Each of them a blinding, deafening, gut-wrenching, and blood-curdling scream that danced through the air like ribbons as they begged for their lives. Richie cried out and he couldn't even hear his own voice, but he didn't let this stop his legs from pumping as hard as they possibly could. He was nearly to the junkyard, surely he could use something to fend It off but he knew he was just buying time.

    He could taste the blood on his tongue from where his teeth bit into his cheek. In all his short life, Richie Tozier would not have guessed child-eating clown to be the way he'd kick the can. When ever the thought of death began troubling him, he always liked to picture something like a western. Him and his rightful enemy squaring off against good and evil, he'd shoot first and save the day but still sustain an injury and bleed out. But it'd be a hero's death. And that was something.

   But this... this was something born out of darker than evil and Richie was about to be pulled into the gravity well of this black hole and swallowed up. And he knew in his soul, the very pits of his stomach it would reach out with its shadowy arms and pull him into darkness.

    And it did.

    Richie had been rapidly approaching the edge of the junkyard without realizing and within an instant found himself on the ground, caved in on himself as he tumbled in the dirt and rocks accepting he was to join them soon enough. He closed his eyes and waited for death as a hand curled around his shoulder and pulled him around. Another jolt of shock shot through his entire body at the sudden contact, locking his jaw and paralyzing his entire body in fear as he was met with the new threat. He didn't dare open his eyes, and certainly not when he heard his best friend's voice again.

    "Richie! Richie?"

    It was her again, he realized. Y/n's real voice, the one that he heard on the telephone that was dripped in static. The one now dripped in fear.

   "Richie?!"

    When the boy opened his eyes, they were filled with terror and his sobs continued. A lense Y/n never thought she'd see Richie look at her through. Her heart broke in an instant when she realized he was afraid... of her. Instantly, she released him and let her backside fall back into the gravel. She watched through a thick wall of tears as he trembled, crying to himself, and never in all her life had she seen Richie Tozier so broken.

    It tore her apart.

    She didn't have to be a genius to realize what had happened here. Before she had even reached the junkyard on her bike she had heard his screams strangled through the wall of trees gating the area. When she had reached the gravel yard, she was happy to see him still in one piece but he was running for his life from an invisible force. The damn coward had gotten what It wanted and scared him shitless, but why would he disappear just because she showed? She had wondered.

    Now she was beginning to understand. It didn't need to be here to scare her. Just the sight of Richie in such a state was enough to tear her down and it took just about everything in her not to scream into the sky from a mix of fury and fear.

    Besides the tears that race down her cheeks and wet her legs, all Y/n could feel was a painfully numbing fear. Fear that Richie would never be the same. Fear that Richie would never speak to her again. Fear that Richie would never trust her again. Fear for whatever the fucking hell that thing did to Richie. Fear that It would do it again.

    All she felt now was fear for Richie.

    Y/n doesn't bother to fight the sob that breaks loose, her bottom lip quivers violently and her arms fall to the gravely pavement beneath her. As if her head had filled with lead, it grew heavy enough to fall into her chest where her chin landed, shaking several more tears loose.

    "I'm s-so sorry, Richie,"

    Y/n yearns to say more, but her body is physically weak from sadness and shame. Yet still, she repeats it in her mind hoping with everything in her it slips out of her mouth, or maybe if she thought them loud enough he'd hear them in his mind.

    I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry for whatever happened. I'm so goddamn sorry...

    "I'm sorry," she whimpers. "I promise..."

    I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise I'm not gonna hate you. I promise I'm gonna be there for you, from now on. I promise.

    Her sniffles blend with his own, and Richie is unsure why this is the moment he knows for sure this is the real Y/n before him; maybe he was just too exhausted to think it through, perhaps it was the godawful sound she was making trying to keep herself from snotting as bad as he was but he knew It had gone. And the Y/n sitting beside him — crying with him, was the one he dialed up today. This was the Y/n he had been prepared to bare his soul to. His true self.

    So with one shaky hand — the other still tucked in close to his chest — Richie's left hand slid out from under him and across the gravel to Y/n's open palm. Her fingers were digging into the gravel, sharp edges of the rock digging into her skin as if to assure herself she was really real. Suddenly, she felt Richie's shaky palm slide underneath hers, carefully taking it.

    Y/n picked her glassy stare up from the ground to look at their intertwined hands, and she melted a little. Several of those fears — not all of them, but some — were ebbed away and she looked to Richie. He was still curled up in the dirt, his eyes closed and silent tears streaking his dirt-covered face. Each tear paved a path of clean skin, washing the dirt away in wild streaks where ever each tear had fallen. Several large and swollen beads of tears collected at his chin where they dangled, threatening to fall.

    She gave his hand a squeeze, letting him know she was there for him as she had promised him. And she was ready to sit with him for as long as he needed.

    For hours that feel only like minutes, they sit together in tear-filled silence, clinging to one another's presence and the knowledge that they are now all they have left.

    And there was no way they were letting go.

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Multiple Character Work: an s/o Pulling them into Dancing

TW // none

This was a request by @memory-mortis , I wish I still could answer to it directly but Tumblr is a dick. Enjoy the answer hun, hope you like it! <3

Kujo Jotaro, Higashikata Josuke, Narancia Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio with an s/o who pulls them into dancing, fem!s/o

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

You felt incredibly good. The music was something you had needed for so much time, considering all the bad events that had happened lately. You kinda knew that all the eyes were on you, there was who was smiling, who was following the rythm of the music. And then there was your boyfriend.

May it be because he was tired, may it be because he was too focused on your moves. But he wasn't absolutely dancing. It was funny to finally dance after all that time. But after you had fell in love with him, you felt like dancing with him could have been even better.

If you could only convince him...

KUJO JOTARO

You approached him, with a sly smile on your face. Jotaro willingly ignored you. You were in the middle of the desert and had found a working radio which was playing good music? It all looked too weird, to him. An enemy stand user who was try to make them let their guard down? It was night, and the six of you were getting ready to sleep, after a long day. But the music was inside of you, right now.

You started dancing around, jumping around Joseph and Polnareff, who were laughing, twirling all around Kakyoin while Avdol was clapping his hands. They also looked incredibly pleased, thanks to the music. But Jotaro, your boyfriend, was a mixture between kind and shocked. He was so stressed, poor boy, and you could tell by how he was staring at the radio.

"A... A radio enemy stand which makes people go crazy..." he was mumbling, while you were getting closer to him, wanting to take his hands in yours and pulling you into dancing with you. As soon as you were close enough to be in his range of action, he suddenly summoned Star Platinum, scaring you to death. You fell on the soft desert sand, looking at him in shock.

"J-Jotaro...?" he just stood there, angrily staring at you.

"Y/n. Are you being possessed by this enemy stand?" Star Platinum was just right in front of you, as you shook your head and swallowed. The crusaders were as shocked as you were. Jotaro was too stressed. After all, his mother's life was in danger and all he could think about was defeating Dio. After he understood what was going on, his stand disappeared, and he hid his face under his black hat. "Nevermind. Sorry."

You stood up, getting closer to him again. This time, instead of grabbing his hands, you took off his hat, putting it on your own head. It was too big for you, it fell on your eyes. You smiled to him.

"It's okay, JoJo. You can never know where an enemy might be. You've been careful, and that's always good." you wrapped your arms around his torso. "I just really, really wanna dance with the boy I love." The ordinary Jotaro would have never done it, but this Jotaro, so nervous, maybe needed it.

You took him by the hand, and pulled him away from his thoughts, gently moving his arms on the rythm of the music. His hands moved directly on your waist, and you smiled. This caused a bunch of whispered comments from the others.

"Oh my god."

"Ooh la la."

Jotaro killed Joseph and Jean Pierre with his gaze, but then went back at watching you. He held you closer, and you swore you saw a smile on him.

"Didn't know you were this good at dancing." You commented, caressing his neck.

"This is not... good." Jotaro snorted. "It's just dancing, y/n."

"Mind letting me decide whether this is good or not, Kujo?" at this answer of yours, he answered with a smirk. You broke the perfect dancing pose, to hug him tight and stand on tiptoe, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

"Thank you for dancing with me, JoJo."

"How cute, a kiss~" Joseph teased his grandson.

"Oh, l'amour." Jotaro killed his grandpa and his french friend, afterwards.

HIGASHIKATA JOSUKE

The slight pain of an elbow on his arm and the sound of a raspy voice woke him up from his daydreaming. He'd never tried to go in a dance club. It was quite a mess.

"Oi Josuke." the boy huffed. "Your girlfriend over there is staring at you. She's totally hot, you should go, she looks like she wants to dance, huh Josuke?" you were, in fact, dancing around, kinda staring at him. But he was there with his best friend. You would have annoyed him, maybe?

"Okuyasu, are you hungry?" Josuke asked, staring at you from afar but talking to his bestie.

"Yes, like a lot."

"Fantastic." Josuke smirked. "I am not. How about you go eating something? Mh?" his best friend's eyes widened.

"Oooh... I understand, Josuke." unbelievable. "Have fun Josuke, okay Josuke? Bye J o s u k e e e ...."

As soon as he left, you kinda decided it was your time to shine. And he was slightly smiling, too.

"JoJo!" You approached your boyfriend wiggling your hips around - more or less like the iconic Suzi Q approaching Joseph -, and then rested your hands on his chest, right on the heart shaped unbuttoned part of his uniform. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Ah..." Josuke tried to play the victim, to make you baby him. "My best friend said he had better things to do and left me alone..."

"Yeah, right..." you teased him and gently kissed him, ignoring the voices of jealous girls behind you who would have wanted to be you. "You don't like it here?"

"I've never been in a dance club... 's pretty chaotic."

"Yes, but the good thing is you can be yourself without getting judged. Just dance, Josuke." you grabbed the hands he was resting on your back, and brought them to your hips.

As soon as you pulled Josuke with you, not in the middle of the crowd - you still wanted your intimacy with him -, but not too far, you felt someone pushing you, making you stumble on Josuke's feet. Luckily, he caught you just in time not to make you fall. You decided not to turn around. You just smiled, pissed off.

"Who pushed me, Josuke?" the boy watched. He saw a girl, he didn't know her, though.

"Someone jealous, I think." he just answered, giggling and holding you tighter while moving with you on the music.

Nobody in the dance club saw it coming, but Josuke knew pretty well what you were doing, seeing your stand pop up behind you and punching that girl. He laughed, and that made you the happiest. "Maybe we should look surprised?" he suggested. You shook your head.

"Nah, nevermind..." your hands moved to his shoulders, and you kissed him again, while you were dancing.

The only ones to dance, to be honest. Everyone was being shocked about the girl who had been punched by your stand - nobody could see it -, and everyone's eyes were on the couple who was ignoring her. You two. Josuke blushed a little, but he had to admit that night with you in the dance club was priceless.

NARANCIA GHIRGA

You were shocked. Bucciarati had asked to put such a cute music at Libeccio's purposely for the gang to relax a bit. Even Abbacchio was quietly humming on the music. But Narancia, a known music lover and great dancer, was just sitting at the table, his fork wandering around his plate, not wanting to eat.

Probably wanting to dance, but holding back. Why was he holding back? Even you, his girlfriend, were dancing, and he was just there, almost sad looking. From afar, you gestured him into joining you, but he just tried to avoid your gaze.

You then got worried and curious about what was he thinking about, and you reached for him.

"Oi... Nara?" you kneeled down, next to his chair, and kissed him on his cheek. "Won't you join us? Won't you join me?" He looked at you. You could tell he wanted to dance, too.

"Y/n... why do you want me to dance with you?" you got a little taken aback by his question. "I'm still trying to figure out why did you choose me over someone like Bruno or Abbacchio..." your expression softened.

"I chose you over them..." you hugged him to make him stand up from the chair. "...because it's you who I like, Narancia. Very easy. And I'd rather dance once with you than a million times with them. Understood?" you kissed his forehead, cheeks and nose. He smiled shyly.

"Are you sure we can dance together, then?" Narancia asked. You noticed how Bucciarati was actually listening to your conversation. He was thinking about how to thank you later for making Narancia happy and confident about himself again.

"It's you the real dance machine, come dance wi-" you saw Aerosmith flying over your head, and as you noticed it, Narancia had already disappeared.

You turned around and saw him dancing like he had wanted to do that for hours, Aerosmith flying all around him happily, hitting the rythm of the music with its user. You immediately joined him, but you were more focused on looking at how happy he was. Narancia was your ray of sunshine, you couldn't hold back from hugging him while he was dancing, so he could lead you and do the same dance steps with you.

As you two danced together, your two stands could be seen having fun together on the rythm. Bucciarati was laughing, Giorno was happily smiling, Fugo and Abbacchio humming the music along with the radio. Mista tried to stand up to join you and Narancia, but Abbacchio grabbed his blue turtleneck, pulling him back on his chair.

You couldn't understand if it was because he didn't want another idiot to dance or if he actually wanted you and Narancia to enjoy your moment together. Trish was sitting on the table, yelling for a good cause.

"Won't we get to see a kiss between you two?"

Narancia had never felt comfortable in kissing on your lips in front of the gang, but he was so excited thanks to the music, that he just got closer to you, pressing his lips on yours. You felt your cheeks go on fire, but you were happy that Narancia was happy, too.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

Narancia and Mista were dancing, their music so loud everyone even outside could hear it, you dancing along with them. Too many times you pretended to stumble on your boyfriend's foot, slouched on the couch, with his eyes closed and his headphones on, just to get his attention. But he just ignored you.

You grew tired of waiting for Abbacchio to care about you stumbling on his foot, and just did what you knew he hated. You didn't actually do nothing weird, just sat next to him, without him noticing. The two boys who were dancing immediately understood what you wanted to do.

"Oh, Mista, try to put your hands around my waist, so we can dance better." Mista and Narancia were quietly giggling.

"Mmmm." was the only sound Abbacchio produced, angrily opening an eye, just to see you were sitting next to him, luckily without Mista's hands around you. You laughed.

"Hi, love."

"Mmm." you got closer and took off his headphones, since you were the only one who could do this without risking an immediate death. He opened both his eyes, and looked at you. Then he managed to put together two words. "What is it, amore?"

You stood up and grabbed his hands, pulling it to make him stand up. He's heavy, and won't stand up.

"Please?" you puppy eyed him, shaking his hands a little. You understood you had to use your trump card. "I would be so happy if you danced with me... Leone." he just couldn't say no, when you called him with his first name.

He huffed, standing up and blushing.

"I'm... fine with it, but... please, change the song... I like something more classical."

"Mh..." you hummed. "We getting romantic?" you just succeeded in making Abbacchio blush even more. You should thank God that you're yourself, or Leone would have scolded you several times for exposing him like this.

"Kinda." he said, as Narancia changed his music to something slower. Abbacchio posed to start dancing, and you looked at him, confused. He smirked. "You want to dance with me and don't know how to dance what I like?" Leone giggled. "This means I'll have to teach you." He put a hand on your waist, and moved a hand of yours on his shoulder.

"Try to stay closer to me... our chests have to be close, our heads don't." he said, as he guided you in your dance steps, under the amused eyes of Narancia and Mista.

"What do you mean our heads don't... what are we, Transformers?" Abbacchio snorted, smirking a little. Okay, that had been so sudden and funny, not even him could hold back a laugh.

He suddenly pulled you up and kissed you, leaving the two boys that were watching you in a complete state of shock. You caressed his cheek, and smiled in his sweet kiss. "I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty sure this wasn't implied in the dance step..." you whispered, smirking.

Abbacchio bit his lower lip, and smirked back. "Are you sure about this? Looks like our dancing was pretty... impressive." he gestured towards Narancia and Mista's shocked faces.

"I wouldn't mind dancing another time, would you, Leone?"

"No, I wouldn't surely mind."

[sluttbuttsstuff]

Ok imma piggyback what the other anon said,

Oh the irony of having severe seafood allergy when your sugar daddy literally sells them for a living (and eat them regularly).

awww man, i didn't realize so many people had shellfish allergies!! ;3; I'm sorry you have to miss out on so many delicious foods, especially crabs. theyre sooo good!

HOWEVER, if you happen to have dietary restrictions such as allergies, are vegetarian/vegan etc, or are just plain a picky eater, instead of being Bruno's sugar baby, may i suggest Formaggio?

Dude is a professional Michelin star chef, with several restaurants under his name, being his baby will ensure you eat only the best foods.

Can't eat shellfish? No worries, he can make you some specialty Chicken parm, the tuna of the land lol, with just a hint of spice!

Don't eat meat? That's fine! He can make some mushroom risotto, creamy and delicious? Trying to eat healthy? His eggplant lasagna is just as good as the classic, with only a fraction of the fat and calories!

Other options for Sugar daddies that feed their darlings as well are Mista (he's Formaggio's cousin so it makes sense), Kakyoin (dude LOVES traveling, and sampling different cuisines from cultures around the world), and Anasui will want to take a thousand different selfies with the two of you sampling various dinners snacks and goodies from the Disney Parks (he keeps trying to get the perfect picture of the two of you with your Dole whips, but its melting so fast!)

And none of the Sugar daddies, even the ones who can't cook for shit, are gonna make you eat anything bad for you that makes you sick. They care too much about your health to do that <3

[megan-is-mia]

Can i have yandere genderbend poly bruno and giorno with a male reader with smothering promts 1 2 3 6 7 8 please (I'm so jealous of your skills of writing yandere readers that I'm like pleas eteach me your skills)

(Its less skill and more “I wonder what the fuck will stick?” but I appreciate your words regardless. Sorry I couldn’t get all 6 of the lines you wanted into the fic but if you get through the entire thing there’s a bonus...) 3. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.” 6. “The collar is for you, not me. You’ve proved you can’t be trusted without it.” 7. “Cruel, terrible people live out there, people who want to hurt you. Is it so bad to be away from them?” (Yandere! Poly! Fem! BruGio x Male S/o) (NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD) “Hey pretty boy, did you have a good nap?” Giorno cooed as she stroked her still half-asleep boyfriend’s cheek. “You gotta wake up, Bruno’s going to be back from her mission soon and we’re going to spend some quality time together” the blonde said continuing to caress her darling (S/o)’s face until he opened his eyes. f (S/o) had tried to keep his mind blank as fingers trailed across his face in the hopes Giorno would just let him be in peace. However that didn’t seem to be the case and so with great reluctance, the young man’s eyes popped open. “Did you have a good dream?” Giorno said bending down to peck her boyfriend’s face and begin unlocking the chains that kept him in bed. When both anklecuffs and handcuffs were open, only a study collar made of leather around (S/o)’s neck made it clear something was amiss with the pair’s relationship. At the start, the young man had tried everything to get rid of the collar but now... he’d given up that fool’s errand. “I didn’t dream anything” (S/o) lied flatly, unwilling to confess to the blonde what had really been in his mind. He wanted to keep the visions of being free and with people again to himself so he wouldn’t be punished. “Baby, you know I hate it when you lie to me. I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, but I’m feeling nice so I’ll let you amend your words. So... did you have a good dream?” Giorno said squeezing (S/o)’s fingers as she spoke. “I swear I didn’t dream about anything GioGio” (S/o) said in a quiet voice and nervously tugging at the collar around his throat as his eyes darting down before looking back at the young woman with a familiar silent plea. “Love, you know the collar is for you, not me. You’ve proved you can’t be trusted without it. If you hadn’t tried to run away so many times you wouldn’t have to wear it” Giorno said with an exasperated sigh as she led (S/o) downstairs to the entrance area to await Bruno’s arrival. A few minutes later came a faint zipping noise and Bruno stepped through the wall as she always did in the evenings when she got home. Giorno immediately rushed over to kiss her capo hello, (S/o) however, was slower to respond but eventually moved close enough that the black-haired woman was able to pull him into an embrace. “Oh I missed you two, I swear if that mission had dragged another day or two I might have lost my mind” Bruno said warmly, not releasing (S/o) from her hold quite yet. She kept a grip of his waist and half dragged him to the nearby couch before sitting beside him. Giorno scurried around the couch to the other side to sit on (S/o)’s other side efficiently boxing him in. “So what did you do on your mission Bruno?” (S/o) said as silence began to seep into the room. He wanted to keep the mobsters minds’ busy on something that didn’t involve him as it unfortunately often did. Bruno did not answer, only grabbing the young man’s head and forcing him to rest it on her shoulder. In response to the dark-haired woman’s action, Giorno squirmed onto her back and rested her head in (S/o)’s lap. At this point, the young man tried to repeat his question only to be hushed by Bruno who began to hum softly. “Why so curious? You don’t usually ask questions about my or Giorno’s missions...” Bruno finally said her humming only coming to a stop temporarily before starting up once more. Her hand roamed aimlessly for a moment before finding one of (S/o)’s and interlacing their fingers together. “I... I’m bored” (S/o) confessed, not really having a better reason than that. “I have not been allowed out of this house in months! The only way I’ll get information about the outside world is what you’ll tell me about your missions!” the words left the young man’s mouth a bit more aggressively than intended. “How many times do I have to remind you, Bambino? The outside world is a horrible place. Cruel, terrible people live out there, people who want to hurt you. Tell me, is it really so bad to be away from them?” Bruno said sternly sending a shiver up (S/o)’s spine. Even Giorno stared up at the male with a disappointing gaze. “No” (S/o) forced himself to say. “But that doesn’t change the fact you leave me alone in this for hours and hours. I get lonely and bored...” he added pleadingly. Bruno’s eyes softened a little bit at his pleading tone and she let out a low sigh. “You know that it’s your own fault that we have to leave you locked up like a wild animal. But we’re here now, so let’s take your mind off of those thoughts for a while hm?” Bruno said her tone suggestive as her hand squeezed (S/o)’s lightly. The young man tensed up in fear, this was the exact outcome he’d been trying to avoid. But there was nothing he could say or do to stop it. Once the dark-haired woman had made up her mind there was no changing it. Giorno moved into action without a word, sitting on (S/o)’s lap and making out with him as she undid his shirt. Bruno’s hands cupped Giorno’s chest teasing the exposed skin from her boob window. (S/o) forced himself to play along like always, alternating between squeezing Giorno’s sides and Bruno’s thigh before the dark-haired woman forced him to turn on the couch and lay on his back. With this chance of position came the blonde scooting up onto his chest. With one deft pull, both pants and boxers were out of the way on the floor and (S/o)’s cock flopped limply against his stomach which earned a displeased sigh from Bruno. Gracefully the woman removed her suit jacket and lingerie to allow her bountiful bosom to spring free. Somehow with the same kind of grace Giorno removed her skirt and panties before scooting once more so her cunt was almost pressed against (S/o)’s face. Obediently the young man stuck out his tongue and began eating the blonde out. This made it easier to ignore the sensation of Bruno’s boobs wrapped around his cock as her mouth teased his head to fullness. It also made it easier to ignore her lubed finger probing his ass and opening him up. Giorno squeezed her thighs around (S/o)’s head and pressed her cunt even more insistently against his talented tongue until she was cumming without warning. She squirted all over the boy’s face making him cough as some went up his nose. “Sorry~” she chirped licking the young man’s face clean as she discarded of her school jacket and slide back down his chest. Bruno placed a kiss on the blonde’s shoulder as she made her approach. The dark-haired woman pulled her fingers free of (S/o)’s ass before getting rid of her pants and undergarments. As always, she was packing with a strap-on already perched on her nethers. She turned Giorno to face her as she guided the younger woman onto (S/o)’s cock before impaling the young man on her strap on. (S/o) had no choice but to act like he was enjoying this and squeezed Giorno’s boobs from behind. The feeling of riding and being ridden made his head foggy as he thrust up and ground down against the various sensations invading his senses. Bruno thrust relentlessly as she made out with Giorno hungry for satisfaction. The blonde was just as eager groping at the dark-haired woman’s chest happily. However, they did not forget their darling (S/o) forcing him to orgasm before succumbing to ecstasy themselves. Giorno weakly pulled herself off of (S/o)’s cock before twisting to curl up beside him. On the other hand, Bruno simply flopped forward making her strap-on prod at (S/o)’s sensitive insides once more. “I hope that helped to cure your boredom and loneliness a bit...” THE END

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BONUS FIC 1. “Hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that.” 2. “What do you mean it hurts? If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling!” 8. “Say you love me. Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me.” (Yandere! Poly! Fem! AbbaMis x Male S/o) (NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD) (S/o) had been on his first successful date in months when the sound of gunfire rang through the air and his date had gone face-first into her plate of spaghetti. The young man barely had a moment to react before the girl’s body had been shoved out of her chair and a new figure sat before him. Only an idiot or a tourist wouldn’t recognize the black-stained lips or unnerving gaze of the right-hand woman of Naple’s capo. The one, the only, Leone Abbacchio. The imposing woman stared into (S/o)’s eyes like she was reading his very soul. The young man had to wonder how he’d must have fucked up to get on the mobster’s radar. (S/o) didn’t have much of a chance to wonder though, since a second figure slipped into the chair next to him with a grunt. He recognized this individual as well, the cheeky grin and poorly concealed pistol strapped to her thigh made it clear this must be Guido Mista, the luckiest gunswoman in Italy. “Oh shit, you’re super cute up close” Guido said leaning into close to (S/o) and making him jerk back with a yelp. She let out a laugh at his discomfort before leaning back in her chair. Hey Abba, don’t you agree? He’s really fucking cute isn’t he?” the gunslinger added winking at the albino and receiving a grunt in answer. “Please don’t hurt me! I don't know anything I shouldn’t!” (S/o) blurted out. In a normal situation he wouldn’t have been so jittery, but seeing your date get shot and then having two mobsters sit next to you definitely didn’t count as normal in his book. “Oh calm down cutie hurting you is the last thing I’d do, you know that” Guido said letting out another peal of raucous laughter as she gazed at (S/o). At this moment the restaurant’s waiter decided to come by and the mobsters ordered food as if there wasn’t a corpse by their feet. “This is your fault you know” Abbacchio said, her tone forcing (S/o) to focus on her words. “We’ve been keeping most of the riff-raff away from you but that one managed to slip through. Hence why she needed to die. Now we are going to have a nice date is that understood? ” the albino finished with a look that made it clear arguing would be pointless. “Y-yes M’am!” (S/o) squeaked out and was rewarded with a tight-lipped grin from the tall woman. The young man tried to ignore the curious stares of the restaurant’s other patrons and focus on eating the food before him. Despite the lasagna on his plate smelling wonderful and tasting even better... (S/o) had lost his appetite. Regardless, he forced himself to shovel down mouthfuls of his meal just to stay occupied. Suddenly he found his chin being grabbed and his body being pulled half-way out of his chair by Abbacchio. (S/o) held his breath as the woman’s black-coated nails lightly dug into his cheeks and she scrutinized his face up close. The young man opened his mouth about to speak when the albino closed the distance between them entirely to kiss him. (S/o)’s heart began to race and he froze up letting Abbacchio do as she pleased with his mouth. When he was finally released, he fell clumsily back into his chair panting. “You had sauce on your face” Abbacchio answered flatly before (S/o) could ask. The young man could only nod like an idiot at this response. His reaction drew yet another cackle of laughter from Guido who then grabbed the male’s shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss of her own. The gunslinger was more aggressive in the kissing department than the other woman, playfully biting (S/o)’s lips before pulling away. Finally, the mobsters’ meals arrived and (S/o) had a brief respite from the women’s attention while they ate. He was itching to make a run for it but something told him he wouldn’t get to far. He’d seen what happened to people who tried to cheat Passione of what was theirs and he had no desire to die. So what was his mistake? He couldn’t think of what he’d done to pique the mob’s attention. Had he slipped up on a payment somewhere? But (S/o) was always careful to pay his rent and protection fees on time— he even had a checklist for it! Maybe he’d talked to someone who’d been making trouble for the mafia? No... that couldn’t be it either! Everyone he interacted with regularly was just as wary of the mob as him. “Oi (N/n)~ It’s time to go” Guido said tapping (S/o) on the shoulder and breaking him out of his thoughts. He felt a cold chill go down his spine as the sound of the nickname fell on his ears. The causal way the gunswoman spoke to him, the fact she knew his name without him telling her it, it all made him feel sick to his stomach. “B-buh-but the bill” (S/o) stuttered out only to have his words waved away by the young woman who wore a devious grin as she took hold of his arm and began half-dragging, half-leading him out of the restaurant. The young man almost tripped on the forgotten corpse of his blind date and felt his stomach churn as Guido hummed to herself. As they exited into the evening air, (S/o) once again felt the itch to run. He forced it down and then forced himself to speak. “If this is about money, I don’t have much. I swear that whatever you think I did or saw it wasn’t me—” (S/o) started before Abbacchio put a finger to his lips for his silence. Obediently the young man shut his trap and began shifting nervously from one foot to the other as the albino moved to unlock a nearby car. (S/o) found himself once more forced into action by Guido who pushed him towards the car and into the backseat. The gunswoman then slid into the passenger seat as Abbacchio started the car and began driving. (S/o) stares down at his hands, quietly praying to whatever deity was listening to get him out of this mess. He also directed a prayer to his blind date’s family and a mental apology towards them for causing their daughter’s early death. By the time the car came to a stop outside a dimly-lit house, the young man had accepted his fate. His head hung low as he was guided into the house, up a flight of stairs, and down a hallway. “My room is cleaner than yours” Abbacchio said, her words directed at Guido as she pulled (S/o) into the aforementioned room and onto her bed. The gunswoman shrugged her agreement as she tossed her hat aside and followed after, flopping onto the bed with a grunt. The albino immediately busied herself with making out with (S/o) and pawing at his clothes hungrily. “Whatever, I still call dibs on his ass” Guido said with a smirk pulling her sweater and bra off in one motion before pressing her bare chest against (S/o)’s back as she nibbled on his neck. The young man managed to tear his mouth away from Abbacchio’s lips only to find his head forced down into the valley between her breasts. “Quit struggling or I’ll have to hurt you” the albino hissed even as she cradled (S/o)’s head in her cleavage and stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Guido’s hands had busied themselves undoing the buttons of the young man’s shirt between squeezes of his stomach and sides. (S/o)’s mind was running a mile a minute. Maybe there was a way he could get out of this mess alive, just maybe if he acted like he wanted this to happen they’d let him go... So after a deep breath, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick. He licked up and down the valley between Abbacchio’s breasts like his life depended on it. He nibbled on her neck and forced his hands to grab at the laces of her dress to tug them loose. All the while trying to ignore Guido’s hand that had dipped into his pants to feel around. His hands were temporarily removed from Abbacchio’s chest as the woman sat up and pulled his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders as well as letting the top of her dress droop to hang at her waist. It was now that (S/o) was made away that the dress’s cinched front has been the only thing holding the albino’s breasts in place as she grabbed his hands to guide them to her bosom before laying back once more. Clumsily, (S/o) squeezed at the soft mounds in his grip before resuming his nibbling only now with added gentle groping. “God you really are so cute” Guido muttered into (S/o)’s ear as she playfully squeezed his ass before yanking down both his pants and boxers in one go. “Specially this butt of yours” she went on giving his rump another squeeze. The young man let out an unwilling moan at the sensation which brought out a laugh from the gunswoman. “Quit teasing him so much” Abbacchio chided softly her hand wandering down (S/o)’s stomach past his navel to his cock which was already at half-mast despite his reluctance. Her long, clever fingers quickly brought him to full hardness and she placed a waxy kiss on his forehead. She released him to fully remove her dress and undergarments before loosely wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding teasing against him. Guido ceased her assault on (S/o)’s body only long enough to drop her skirt and panties. She then ground herself against the young man letting him feel the gun still strapped to her thigh before pulling away to rifle through the nightstand drawer. “Let’s see... perfect! You really do think of everything Abba” the gunswoman said blowing a kiss at the albino as she scooped up the supplies she needed from the drawer and slammed it shut. She carefully unstrapped the gun from her leg and set it under the bed before slipping on a sizable strap-on in its place. She dropped to her knees and grabbed (S/o)’s thighs to pull his ass towards her face. Her tongue started out to poke playfully at his pucker which drew out a yelp from the young man. “What? Never had your ass eaten before?” Guido asked rhetorically as she repeated the action with more force to slip her tongue inside. She wriggled her tongue like a worm to start loosing (S/o)’s hole up for her strap-on. The gunswoman let one of her hands drift up to tease the boy’s entrance as well with a finger slipping in with little trouble. “Relax, it will hurt more if you keep your muscles all tense” Abbacchio said resuming her stroking of (S/o)’s cock while using the other hand to tilt his chin up so she could kiss him. The young man tried to obey her words even as his legs began to shake. Then almost as if they could read each other’s minds, both women stopped their ministrations. Guido rose to her feet, lined herself up with (S/o)’s hole, and took hold of his hips before slowly sheathing herself in the young man’s ass. Almost immediately   (S/o) began to struggle in pain of having something in his ass. He began to whimper out weak pleas for her to stop, to wait, to go slower, anything! “What do you mean it hurts?” Guido said in a low voice, for the first time sounding dangerous. “If it hurts, it’s because you’re struggling! Hold still and relax!” her tone was demanding and (S/o) had no choice but to obey by going limp. The gunswoman sunk the rest of the dildo into his until her tits were once more pressed against his back. “See? Was that so bad?” she said in a return to her playful tone as she made a hicky on (S/o)’s neck as she let him get accustomed to the feeling of fullness in his stomach. Abbacchio’s legs, which had been holding loosely all this time, tightened abruptly smashing her cunt against the head of (S/o)’s cock but failing to sink onto his shaft. “Lemme give you a hand Abba” Guido cooed one of her hands drifting from (S/o)’s hips to Abbacchio’s to help guide the albino so she could impale herself on the young man’s cock. (S/o)’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as the intense dual sensations. From the back he was before skewered on the gunswoman’s strap-on, from the front he was held in a vice-grip by the albino’s cunt. Guido pulling back and thrusting against his prostate broke (S/o) out of his daze. In an effort to get away from her attack he thrust forward but that only made Abbacchio squeeze him tighter in a vicious cycle. Eventually, he let himself just give in to the sensation and worry about the consequences later. “Say you love me” Abbacchio said seeming out of nowhere as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. When (S/o) only stared at her in silence her nails dig into his back. “Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me” she hissed out angrily. Bewildered, the young man said the requested phase and was rewarded by kisses and the albino’s hips bouncing against his at an even faster rate. “Don’t forget about me~ Say you love me or you won’t be cumming until the sun rises” Guido purred into (S/o)’s ear as she teased his nipples. Once more he repeated the words requested of him and was given an increased pace in return. Things began to get hazy before the young man finally came, spilling his seed into the albino woman’s depths. He felt her tighten around him again as her own climax rushed over her and she went limp. After that, it was long before the gunswoman’s hips came to a halt as she came from the end of the strap-on in her cunt. All the parties panted heavily as the high slowly ebbed. Guido pulled out and discarded her strap-on onto the floor to worn out to care as she flopped on the bed next to the still entangled pair. Weakly (S/o) pulled out from Abbacchio’s cunt, wincing at the flood of cum that spilled out at his exit. He tried to move off the bed to leave but was pulled down by both women who held tight to his limbs. “Where you think you’re going cutie? Haven’t you heard of pillow talk or cuddles?” Guido said playfully pulling (S/o)’s head against her chest as Abbacchio wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. It was only now that (S/o) really began to regret going out on a date that night... THE END

[londonfog-chan]

Abbacchi x Reader: Sudoh Buck AU

The coffee shop Abbacchio THIRST everyone keeps losing their collective shit over on AO3 and admittedly the chapter where I decided I was one thirsty ass bitch. All characters aged up.

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"Ok, fucking Darth Vader over here, whoever has their headset on turn it the fuck off! Sounds like you're doing something gross!"

Darth Vader is an understatement. Whenever someone leaves their headset on and does any task, your ears are assaulted with what sounds like some mouth breather huffing directly into your ear canal.

Not even two shifts into Passione and you're already showing your coworkers that you have the capacity to look innocent, but have the mouth of a sailor. In a fitting turn of events you've been put on customer support, free to fuck off wherever you wish and cuss all you want on the headset. No one at your store appreciates your humor, in fact any time you make a joke they conveniently pretend they don't hear you or they grimace until the situation becomes awkward and you have to shut your mouth before you make an even bigger ass of yourself. Here at this location, the boys eat it up with a spoon. They can't get enough of your jokes, encouraging you whenever they force a headset on your head the minute you clock in. Even the new girl Trish, a pretty thing with dyed pink hair and a smile that goes for miles, joins in on the never ending train of dirty jokes, profanities, and general riff raff that makes Bruno bitch at everyone involved like a single mother.

But at the moment, the breathing most certainly does not belong to Bruno. Usually he's the one who always casually reminds people when they leave their headsets on.

"Mista!" you growl, "Turn it off or breathe less!"

"It's not me." he insists, the beep of the warming oven being cut off as he mutes himself.

"Narancia, I love you but I don't need to hear what it's like for you to get laid!"

"Negative babe~... I'm on drive bar." Narancia replies.

"Trish?"

"Not me hunty." she answers, and the sound of the wind in her headset confirms this.

"Fugo, I swear to fuck-..."

"It's me. Fugo doesn't have a headset."

Immediately you press on the sprayer head a little too hard and the back splash soaks the entire front of your apron and your uniform shirt. The voice you're greeted with on the headset is totally foreign, and unmistakably sexy. A low hum, almost like Bruno's baritone, and much like the rest of the crew you've come to love it's colored with the slightest hue of an accent that makes your knees start to knock together. Admittedly you're bad with voices and just as worse with names. You can't put a face to this voice no matter how hard you try, and it's no wonder considering that out of all the stores in the district, Passione has more employees than any of them, including H. Green and S. Platinum locations which are always overstaffed because of the sheer amount of business compared to the meager crowds you get at Ogre Street.

But... With that voice... if you were a customer you'd fucking live at that drive thru just to hear him read back your order to you.

"Woah..." you're nearly moaning the words "I'm wet in more ways than one, who the fuck is this?"

"It's Leone." he replies, voice low and sultry, "Sorry about that, I was eating a bagel."

Leone... who the fuck is Leone? Surely he has to be one of the other baristas whose names you never bothered to learn... doesn't really matter to you when you have constant attention of the store's man candy. But suddenly this is a whole new person with the sexiest voice you've ever heard giving you attention like everyone else. For very obvious reasons, this piques your interest.

"I don't recognize your voice." you said, putting down the whisk you were rinsing. "What's your last name?"

"Abbacchio." he responds. "We haven't met face to face yet, but I've seen you before. You're the beanie from Ogre Street right? It's nice to finally talk to you. I think you're really pretty."

... Oh sweet baby Jesus why aren't you taking the wheel yet!?

"Aww, and aren't you just a sweetheart?" you murmur, leaning over the sink as your voice drops to a near whisper. "Wait... Aren't you the one with the pretty handwriting in the book?"

His chuckle makes you honest to god swoon, and even Bruno peeks his head in to check on you when you make that kind of a noise.

"Yes, that's me." he confirms. "And you're the one with the great customer service. I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you, but I've been listening for a while. I really like your attitude. You're much more fun than your coworkers."

“Really?" you ask, taking up more dirty dishes, "Big shocker there, I'm surprised no one at this store is drooling over Ogre Street's heartthrob one miss Kimmy."

"Meh. I think the consensus is that you're the favorite barista out of everyone from your store if we're being honest."

That's Narancia, and even Abbacchio agrees with the rest of the crew. They all start complimenting you, how you never ask stupid questions, you try to help out any way you can. They honestly can't go two minutes without berating the other coworkers. It's all things you'd normally do to try and be helpful, but you're not sure exactly why it's so endearing to all of them. You're just another barista? It's never mattered to anyone this much before. Especially when you always come home in tears at your other location. It must be that you're not used to receiving compliments in such abundance.

"Agreed." reaffirms Abbacchio. "You're really agreeable, and I like your jokes. Your laugh is really sexy."

"Well aren't you a flatterer." you smile, putting the dishes to soak in the sani solution before throwing them for another go in the dish washer. "But I like having my ego stroked. Tell me more about how I'm wonderful, Abbacchio."

You can tell he's about to reply, until you hear the mournful "ding" from the drive thru sensors indicate that someone wants to order. You hear him tell you "hold that thought" before he turns his charms the customer.

"Hello there..." he purrs into the headset, "Welcome to Sudoh Buck, what can I get started for you today?"

The customer murmurs an "oh wow" before she remembers why she came here in the first place.

"Um yes hi can I please get a..."

It doesn't take much for you to zone out and return to your task. As soon as you finish up this set of dishes, you'll be able to take your last ten before you go home for the day. Customer Support is one of those coveted positions because you have little to no interactions with customers at a busy store. Bruno sets you to work with a task list, you work to the limit on the timer on your apron. Whenever it goes off, you have to drop what you're doing and come back to front to brew coffee. If anyone needs anything, like if Mista runs out of warming bags or Narancia needs more cups or milk, all they have to do is press the button on the headset and set you forth to do their bidding. Admittedly, you don't find yourself going straight home anymore. Even your brother, stoic and nonchalant, makes comments about it whenever you come home an hour or two later than the time you're supposed to. Mom, well, she's a worrier, and thinks you're getting up to no good shenanigans. But let's be real, when you live in the house you live in any trysts with potential suitors goes out the window. Your brother is in college and his schedule is unpredictable, and your mom is a homemaker.

The minute Abbacchio tells the flustered woman to pull up to the window, he returns to shower you with compliments over the headset, calling you the prettiest thing he's ever seen to put on an apron, how cute your angry face looks when you're totally focused on bar, even busting out some cutesy nicknames that make you squirm as you try to finish up your dishes. Strangely enough, everyone else is silent on the headset, letting you and Abbacchio get acquainted with one another to your heart's content, the lull in the conversation only happening when a customer pulls up. Eventually, like all good things, the compliments come to an end and the conversation turns to other topics.

"So you said you live with your mom?" Abbacchio asks after taking an order of five different fraps. You can hear Narancia cussing softly as he has to make each individual drink.

"Yeah, my mom and my big brother." you affirm. "It's the most I can afford in this town. Everything's so goddamn expensive, I couldn't even afford to make the first and last month's rent on the cheapest place in town, and my brother can't move in with me yet since he's doing school full time. But enough about me, what about you?"

"Mm? What about me?" he asks, flirt evident in his voice.

"Which country do I have to thank for that blessed ass accent you have?"

"That's Italy." he laughs. "I've been with the company for over six years, I started out at the reserve roastery in Milan and came here when Buccellati offered me a job. I came on a work visa, and now you can't get rid of me. I'm one of your shift supervisors."

"Well, temp supervisor anyway." you respond rather sadly. "It's too bad this store hadn't been opened before I got hired. Otherwise I would have loved to start here."

"I still think you should transfer." interjects Trish. "No one likes Ogre Street anyways."

"I... I'd have to think about it."

"What's there to think about anyway?" Abbacchio asks, and you stop scrubbing the chocolate pump for a minute. "If you transfer here, I'd get to talk to you every single day. Tips are shit but you can move up if you'd like."

"And the best part is if you transfer here, we can see your huge ass every time you bend over." Mista chimes in.

"MISTA! WE ARE AT WORK!" Bruno sounds exasperated over the headset.

"Oh yeah, my bad boss. I mean to say we can see your venti ass every time you bend over."

Everyone loses their shit for a minute to laugh as Bruno begins to berate the very bad and naughty warming man off headset. Before he mutes, you can hear him threaten disciplinary action, and you can't stop howling in the back. Nearly falling over just thinking about it.

"So how about it cuteness?" Abbacchio asks, and his voice is so warm and inviting you can't help but smile. "Think it's worth us stealing you away to stay here?"

"Yeah... I dunno. Like I said, I'd have to think about it. Besides, I think working here would just give my mommy an excuse to show up more often..."

A shrill sound assaults your ears, the timer, and you sigh.

"Now the age old question..." you wonder aloud, "What the fuck did I brew last?"

"I know we've been selling a lot of medium and dark." Abbacchio replies. "And it's already ten thirty, just cut the blonde and do full batches. Narancia can do pour overs."

"Ah yes," you can hear the mischief in Narancia's voice. "My special americano pour overs."

"You know Narancia, one of these days corporate is gonna walk in and see all the shit you do and your ass is going to get canned." you respond, laughing as you wash your hands in the employee sink before going back out to front.

"Fuck it." he laughs. "It won't bother me none, Buccellati can take care of me with all that Mama Daddy money he's got."

"Oh hey, cara mia, when you come up to front, come to drive. I've got something for you."

That was Abbacchio, and for a hot minute you're almost nervous, like a first date, at the prospect of seeing him face to face.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"Well," you hear the rustle of the bag, "It's cat shaped, and really cute, like a certain barista I know..."

"OOOOOOOOH DADDY!" you squeal. "You've just made me the happiest girl on earth!"

He's found your weakness. The quickest way for any man to get to your heart is to dangle some motherfucking food in your face, no lie. Even your brother has commented on more than one occasion that if anyone wanted to take you all they had to do was dangle a fucking cupcake in your face and you were toast. And it doesn't help that you called your mom squealing about the cute little kitty shaped cake pops they had out for the season.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Come and get this and we can meet in person."

Ever the one to be lured in with the prospect of free food, you run your ass to the front, nearly bowling over Mista as you skid to a halt at the nook where the drive thru window is located. To your ever lasting shock, you come face to face with the last person you'd ever expect to be flirting with you so boldly.

"Holy shit..." you breathe. "Abbacchio?"

It's the dude who gang faced you the first day you came in, and ironically the one who got fed up with your friend's bar time. Silver hair pulled into a pony tail, glistening purple lips, snatched makeup that's too perfect for a barista... All put together in a black apron. His glare never leaves his face, but maybe... Just maybe, he's like your brother and just has a very bad case of resting bitch face. Because you get a little hopeful when he sees you and his lipstick mouth smiles, beckoning you over with a warming bag in his hand. When Abbacchio reaches in, he pulls out the very treat you've been craving all day since you've seen it. This is the best part of the job. Sometimes some customers forget they get food and never come back, and it just sits there for hours until someone has to throw it away, or they'll change their mind last minute about the food, or worse yet someone on warming (Mista) will fuck up an order and get the wrong sandwich. If it's a sandwich, nine times out of ten you have to toss it, but if it's a sweet treat it's usually fair game for anyone to enjoy since it will just go in the trash. You love to have the mistake foods, sometimes you'll take them to your brother at the college, or more often than not you'll take them home to share with your mother. She loves sweets, and working for a coffee chain she normally can't afford to frequent is such a rare treat that you love to spoil her.

"Oh my god!" you coo, "Is that a kitty cat cake poop just for me??"

"Just for you." he chuckles. "Why do you call it that anyway?"

"I dunno. For some reason the feral part of my brain activates whenever I see words and I just like to play around with them and mutter weird things to myself. I tried telling it to my SM at Ogre Street and he told me I better not call it that, otherwise I might slip and call it a cock pop or something."

He can't help the smile that spreads over his face, and he suddenly gets a very naughty glint in his eye as he twirls the cake pop in your direction.

"So?" he asks. "You made such a big to do about being friendly on the headset. Be a good girl and take a bite of the treat I worked so hard to get for you. Come on, take a big nom nom out of this cock pop~."

You hope and pray that by some stroke of bad luck that no one you know outside of work just heard that. Not one to be shown up when it comes to flirting, you don't miss a beat as you step forward. With a look in your face that would make your mother faint if she knew how filthy you were being, you waste no time in licking a stripe slowly up the cake pop before taking a fat ass bite out of the head. Abbacchio's grin could split his entire face in half, and even more so when you use your teeth to pull the pop stick out of his hand.

"Hey... hunty, question?" it's Trish interrupting the positively predatory stares you and Abbacchio are giving each other. She's been listening in this whole time.

"Yes Trisha my love?" you respond, not taking your eyes off Abbacchio.

"Just one question... Can you eat pussy like that?"

A cacophony of screams and your screech of "NASTY WOMAN" makes Trish lose her shit outside, and Bruno swears up and down from the back office that he's going to write up the next person who says something filthy over headset during his shifts.

[prompts-of-a-dreamer]

I'd like to request a jjba matchup please! Any character from any part is fine. I'm a straight gal. :) I'm glad my last comment about your headcanons made you happy.

At first I'm shy and introverted and it takes a while for me to open up. I feel like my resting b*tch face scares people away sometimes, haha. After a few months, I finally show my true colors: goofy, very weird, tomboy and down-to-earth. If my friends had to describe me, they'd say I'm the goofy idiot of the group. I like laughing and making other people laugh. Hell, I even make corny dad jokes. I'm a very honest person, also super sarcastic and overprotective. I have a sailor's mouth lol. At times when I'm upset, I don't know when to shut up and I say hurtful things. I overthink things a lot and it really slows me down to the point where I get depressed and I completely shut down. I hold a strong passion for art and music because they're the only things that get me by. People tell me a lot that I'm a pretty girl, so my confidence is on point. However, on rare occasions I find myself wishing if I could just get rid of my naturally chubby cheeks. I'm 5'6', leo (INFP-T) and I get along with most people. I get along with a lot of geminis, aquarius, libras, aries and tauruses. When something isn't right between me and another person, I want to talk things out and understand their side. I'm a good person to come to when people need to get some weight off their chest and I'm especially generous to friends and people I love. I often come up with the dumbest questions/scenarios to talk about when I'm bored. I like the idea of going around and pulling harmless pranks on people. I've never had a boyfriend before, but if I did have one I'd be very affectionate and clingy. I'd cause play fights and give him stupid nicknames. He's the only one I'd ever show my soft and girly side to.

thank you!

Hi, this is my first time doing matchups, so I’m sorry if this doesn’t fit, but here’s what I think. JJBA has a lot of characters, but I’ll narrow it down from parts 1-5 because I haven’t fully read the manga yet. 

I have some character headcanons for this, and I’ll rank it by compatibility:

1. Joseph Joestar (Part 2)

At first you two would bicker and quarrel a lot. He’d note your shyness and how quiet you are, practically taunting you to say something, even if it is out of annoyance towards him.

He’d do some goofy stuff, pulling pranks on people, but you caught him while he was on his hideout. With a displeased look on your face, you pursed your lips. He tried explaining his elaborate prank on Caesar.

At first, you were trying so hard to keep a stern look on him, so that he’d stop goofing around. You didn’t dare to show him your ‘crackhead’ side yet, you two just weren’t close enough for you to do that.

But his weirdly appealing ridiculousness soon got the best of you, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

He was surprised by your laugh. “Oh my god!”

It was a long and slow progress, but you were finally ready to show how amused you were, at first by witnessing his pranks, soon followed by you giving ideas and suggestions. Before you knew it, you started helping him set them up, taunt Caesar, and hide with Joseph near the trap, spying on the unknowing Caesar.

Caesar seems really irritated at you two, trying hard to not let his guard now whenever either of you are around. If he catches you two together, a funny, ironic confrontation happens, because it’s two against one.

One of the most memorable moments of you and him is when he made you try ink spaghetti.

He seems like he doesn’t care about little things, but he gave you a silent compliment when he accidentally encountered you singing and playing music.

You have a competition on who’d make the worst (and by worst I mean best, corniest) jokes. Caesar hates it when you hold one of those competitions around him, he’d just get up and leave the room.

He might unintentionally tease you about your cheeks (sorry! chubby cheeks are cute, don’t feel bad!) but when he sees that it bothers you, he’ll try so hard to lift your spirits up again.

“Hey, (y/n)! I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry! Your cheeks are cute, if they were asses I’d slap them.”

He’d pinch your cheeks to make you stop sulking.

“Your cheeks are fine, now cheer up.”

The relationship between you and Joseph could be entire platonic, one-sided, or romantic, though I’d advise you to stay friends. You two make a great duo, but Joseph is emotionally shallow, he doesn’t show much affection, at least not until you die a tragic death, crushed by a stone, leaving him behind. Only then will he show how valuable you were as a person to him.

If he’s into you, he makes a lot of sexual innuendos. The Barney-Robin type of chemistry from ‘How I Met Your Mother’.

He doesn’t like cuddling.

But he likes play fights and weird nicknames. 

2. Josuke Higashikata

Josuke would be the best friend type of boyfriend. The one you can talk to, play games, but also share sentimental moments with.

It might be a little awkward at first between you and him, but once the ice cracks, the conversation doesn’t tire out.

Congratulations, you unlocked an achievement: Josuke’s bed head. 

Do not tease him about his hair, unless you need a quick, free way off the planet.

He enjoys seeing you do your hobbies. He might sing with you.

If you were upset, he’d be shocked a little bit, but tries his best to be understanding and to comfort you. He’d let you lay your head on his lap or ask if you wanted any food.

He won’t force you to talk, if you don’t answer his “What’s wrong, baby?”, he’ll just rub your shoulder and stay next to you, an ear ready for consolidation. But he’ll leave you alone if you ask him to.

Fights do happen, but you usually talk it out after a couple days.  

He rolls his eyes when you say one of your corny dad jokes.

But he likes the harmless pranks.

Playing video games together, with you wearing his hoodie/clothes.

He’s not afraid to show some vulnerability, though at first he might try to stop the tears during a sad movie.

During horror movies, he’ll show little to no reaction. Not out of toxic masculinity, but he just needs a little more to actually get him scared.

He’s really glad to show you his nephew. He thinks the age difference is cool.

3. Jonathan Joestar

You and Jonathan would make a good couple.

He would be understanding and would compliment on how beautiful you are.

Loves to see you draw, paint, or hear you sing. He doesn’t join in on it, though, he’s a little shy.

Would never make you cry. If he did, he’d never forgive himself for being so ungentlemanly. Let him repent his sins for a while.

5′6″ is by no means short but Jonathan is BUILT. He’d pick you up, bridal style, and carry you around.

Doesn’t mind cuddling.

Doesn’t like your dad jokes. He doesn’t hate it, but he could live without it.

Other headcanons with random characters:

Art rivalry with Kakyoin. You don’t even get to talk to Rohan, he hates you if you were around Josuke.

Polnareff would definitely flirt with you.

Doing weird, random, goofy shit with Mista and Narancia.

Abbacchio either hates your dad jokes or joins you in making them. His retorts are horribly unfunny.

And that concludes my assessment of these characters. Thank you for reading.

[dongiovannaswife]

I'm also gonna request some GioLena uwu I found this prompt or scene thing on google getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to cheesy old music and kissing in a way that's more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together context being after the two of you finish this massive pile of paperwork you've been working on for the past week

“Can I come in? Fugo’s voice sounds from the other side of the door, Mista says something in a rushed whisper and Fugo answers with a playful scoff.

Giorno rubs his eyes, turning to his wife and after she nods, letting the last folder at top of the monstrous pile of folders with finished paperwork, he turns to the door, speaking. “Come in.” 

Pannacotta Fugo and Guido Mista step inside in silence, catching the couple rubbing their eyes as Polnareff walks around Giorno’s desk. 

“Woah— are you two okay?” Mistas asks, his eyes the size of dinner plates as he stops by the couch, sitting down. 

Fugo rolls his eyes, annoyed. “Well, dumbass—”

“Fugo.” Polnareff intervenes, his voice serious. Like a father scolding his kid. 

“Sorry.” Fugo excuses himself and then clears his throat. “It’s obvious they’re tired, Mista, they have been working a lot lately.”

Polnareff nods, adding. “If I may suggest, you two should take the rest of the day off. You have three days of work covered right there.”

“Yeah,” Mista says, smiling at his friends. “Go home and rest.” 

Giorno nods, standing and fixing his shirt cuffs, looking for his suit jacket after. Instead of putting it on, he waits until his wife walks to him, covering her with it, given that her dress lets her back and shoulders uncovered; and as expected, he’s claimed to be a gentleman. 

“Do you want me to call the driver? You shouldn’t drive this tired, Giogio.” Fugo offers, hand already reaching out to the phone.

“Yes,” Lena says before Giorno can speak. “Call him. Gio can’t drive like this, neither can I.” 

Fugo nods, a little worried with how those two seem out of their mind, perhaps is the exhaustion acting up; as he pics the phone up and dials the code, Mista guides them to the front door. 

“Grazie, Polnareff, Fugo.” The don mutters, Polnareff nods and Fugo answers quickly before talking when the call is answered.

 

The Ford lincoln 2008 pulls in front of the compound and Giorno reaches out, opening the door and offering a hand for his wife. He climbs before her, closing the door and opening the window to listen to Mista. The gunslinger leans against the door, smiling at Niccolo, the driver, who waits patiently for orders, ignoring the conversation, as his contract claims.

“You two, for the love of what you love the most, rest. You can’t keep forcing yourselves. When I see you again I want to see those smiles, okay?”

Lena smiles, reaching a hand out to poke Mista’s nose. “Of course, Guido. Thank you for worrying.” 

Giorno smiles and Mista chuckles, stepping back and waving as the car disappears through the gates. 

♦♦♦ 

“Thank you, Niccolo. You are dismissed for today, we’ll call you tomorrow.” 

“Of course, Donna, have a good night.” 

“Good night, Niccolo.”

“Good night, Don.”

Closing the door, Giorno circles her shoulders with his arm, walking side by side to the door of the mansion. Once inside, the living room seems to come to life with the lights on; white walls with cream curtains decorated with intricate black patterns; a statue of Aphrodite and various prints from famous artists around the walls; were art lacked, historical armors filled the space, each with a small description and name, along with their precedence.

“It’s still early, cara.” Giorno says, looking at his watch and then at his wife, who sits down in the couch, taking her heels off. 

“Yes,” she says, standing with the shoes in hand. “A race to the bathroom? the first to get in showers first.” 

Giorno chuckles, crossing his arms over his broad chest, hand reaching out to his beard; his fingers trace it as a smirk tugs at his lips. “I rather not embarrass you by winning, tesoro.” 

Lena laughs, throwing her head back as she does. Giorno smiles at the sound, melting. 

“I’m too tired to run, puls, you’re a giant and you could easily win; you’re a giraffe, babe.”

Giorno laughs this time, shaking his head. “Okay,” he says, still trying to contain the laughter. “Then I go first.” 

“Wha—”

Giorno laughs and rushes to the stairs, climbing fast, leaving behind the sound of his wife’s laughter as he does. Once inside their bedroom he sits down silently until Lena comes in, heels falling to the ground as she climbs on the bed. “I’ll wait for you here.” she whispers and he leans, pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“I was joking tesoro, you go first. I’ll wait for you and have something ready so we can relax, okay?”

She nods, tilting her head and kissing his cheek. 

“Alright.” She stands and closing the door behind her back, the shower starts running and Giorno leans back, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it open as he goes around the room picking up her underwear, shorts and his sweater for her, leaving them in the bed and then leaving his own clothes ready.

Despite having more than one bathroom, they still made the tradition to wait for the other. They still don’t know the reason: perhaps it lays between their fear to be left alone again. Perhaps not. 

Looking around the room, Giorno chooses a dc between the collection and leaves it besides the sound system. Then, he goes back to the first floor, straight to the kitchen; choosing there a red wine bottle and two wine glasses. 

By the time he’s back she’s already getting dressed. He doesn’t make a big deal, both comfortable with the situation. 

“What are those for?” she asks as he puts the glasses and wine bottle in the table at the side of the bed. 

“I was thinking… Maybe we could have a drink and dance? Only if you want, of course.” Giorno turns to her just in the moment she’s putting his sweater on. 

“Of course, baby.” she says, smiling up at him. “I’ll wait here.” Giorno nods, leaning and kissing her temple. Then, he turns and closes the door behind his back. The shower starts once again. 

While he’s showering Lena puts the cd on the sound system, noticing the old cheesy songs in the playlist, tapping on the first option, pausing it before it starts. Then, she looks at the wine bottle and decides to leave it there until he comes back. 

When Giorno comes back with a towel around his waist and damp hair around his shoulders, Lena smiles at him as he starts to get dressed, the two in a comfortable silence. 

Lena walks to the sound system, pressing play. The very thought of you by Al Bowly starts playing. She turns around when the sound of the wine bottle opening startles her; turning around, Giorno waits for her with a glass of red wine ready. Taking it, both sip a little. 

Taking her glass, Giorno leaves both in the table, offering a hand out to her. Once she takes it he pulls her close, embracing her hips as they start to move from side to side, enjoying each others’ warmth and shampoo, their perfumes dancing together; souls intertwining. 

Lena takes her head off his shoulder, tilting her head upwards just in time to meet his eyes. 

Reaching out, her left strokes his beard, fingers tracing over the blond facial hair. 

“You look like Thor, babe.” 

Giorno chuckles, leaning down in hopes to kiss her —only to laugh once she laughs and her laugh is too contagious for him to resist it. “Yeah,” he says between chuckles that threaten to become wheezing, “now you’ll like me as Thor instead of Bucky. How did you call him? Bucky-boo?” Giorno laughs against her lips and she blushes, kissing him once he closes his lips; laughing again after.

“You know Bucky had a beard too, right?”

They stop dancing and Giorno breaks the embrace to put his hands on his hips, feigning being offended. “Oh, but mine’s better.” 

“Definitely.” she says picking her glass and drinking from it. “You’re a dream come true.”

Giorno laughs, taking his glass and drinking too. Leaving the glasses together once again, Giorno offers a hand once again, leaning as a prince would do, a hand behind his back. “May I have this dance, ma’am?” 

“Why, of course, Mr. Giovanna.” she says, placing her hand on his and embracing his shoulder with her free arm; his own around her waist; hands intertwining once again and kisses between laughter; more laughter than kisses. 

The sun cascades through them as It’s been a long, long time starts playing; the wine making them loose and relax, sharing happy memories as if they were new. Stories from their childhood or teenage years being told again.

As the day becomes night and the lovers fall in bed tangled as the last chords of truly madly deeply by savage garden sound, they contemplate the ring on each others’ finger, him yawning and her closing her eyes. 

[ifollowfugo]

Uh so i'm having a rough time... can i get some fluffy angst of brunos gang finding out their gn s/o has been self harming? ive been trying to not but i just gave up,,,,, ;;

Okay, I have some things to say before you can go on to the scenarios. Please, don’t give up. Not about this, not about anything. Nothing is impossible, everything has a solution, and I’m so sorry you can’t see it right now but it is out there. I wrote this thinking about you because I saw this when you sent it but I wanted to take my time with it. Whenever you need to be reminded that someone cares about you, I’m here. Hit my ask box, my private messages, I’m here. If you can, please try to get professional help. I know, that is always my advice, but it is one of the really useful things there are to be done. I would really appreciate if you could tell me how you are doing. If you want to, you can do it anonymously through my ask box and ask me not to publish it, I won’t. And there was another anon struggling too, are you still there? If you are, I would like to know how you’re holding up too. 

Now, this is a sensitive subject we’re dealing with here. If you don’t want to read it, please continue your scrolling.

Bruno was going to his s/o’s house to give them a surprise, he bought tickets to a movie he knew they wanted to see. When he arrived, he took out the key they gave him and closed the door behind him after entering the building. He is so excited he couldn’t even contain the huge smile it provoked him. Until he heard the whimpers, that is.

He made his way through the place following the sounds, unmistakably theirs. He worried for a moment, why where they in so much pain? He approached the bathroom door very subtly, not wanting to make any noise in case there was an enemy, he wouldn’t want to lose the advantage. And then, he looked in the small room, and something inside him broke. The scene developing in front of his eyes was unbearable. The blood, their face, the wounds all over their body, he can’t believe it. He rushed to their side, sticky fingers treating the cuts so they wouldn’t lose any more blood, yelling at them to please, stay with him.

Hours later, after everything was cleaned and their energy was restored, Bruno’s worried expression made them feel a weight on their chest, they would never want to see that face any less than smiling again. But they knew it was their fault, so they attempted to explain. Bruno listened, but his mind was worried about what he had to tell them. Exactly what words he had to use to make the comprehend there’s no need for such measures.

“Tesoro, I love you so much, it pains me greatly to know you are feeling like this. Please, would you consider letting me get you a good doctor? I don’t mean to intrude in your life, but I don’t want to lose you, and sometimes we need a little push. Please, I’m begging you, don’t you ever think you need to hide this from me. Let me share that burden, take some weight off your shoulders. Life was never meant to be lived alone, and no problem can be solved in solitude. Let me be the reason you wake up and feel like life is worth living. Please, let me show you everything your life could be, together we can find happiness. What do you say?”

***

Abbacchio was fairly familiar with depression. Finding a reason to go on was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. He knows is hard for other people to deal with it, they tend to feel uncomfortable when dealing with people coping with it, and it makes it even harder. He knows. But he never expected to find that he couldn’t notice it in others.

Everyone copes with their different issues in different ways. He attempted to separate himself from the world, only to find that this was no solution to his problem. Only when he found a safe space amongst other people was he able to find some kind of peace of mind. And yet, as close as he felt with them, he failed to notice the small but present scars on their body. Some looked old, some looked too fresh. Some hadn’t even scarred yet.

They were both in bed, the tv with some old movie they had seen a thousand times before on., everything was so normal, so everyday-like. And yet, running his hand through their body, discovering the evidence of their illness, nothing felt normal. He felt so impotent. He needed to cry, yell, break stuff. He felt angry, but only at his inability to see it and offer his help, his shoulder, his ear. He had gotten better when he found them, but now that they were feeling bad he hadn’t even had the chance to try and help.

Softly, he decided to talk to them. He wasn’t going to talk about their personal stuff, they would talk to him when they were ready. He knew forcing them was only going to make it worse. But he also knew they needed it, so he made himself available.

“You know, I absolutely get what that feels like.” He gestured the most recent cuts. “I’m not saying it’s okay, I’m just saying I get it. But you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, and I’m always going to be here.”

Words didn’t come easy for him, but he made his point clear and kissed them to make them feel loved, only to make his point clearer.

***

Mista had the habit of not asking if he could come by, he just did. He knew their time table for every day, so he knew when they’d be home. He popped up on the weirdest of hours, secretly hoping to catch them doing something embarrassing or hot. But he would have never expected what he encountered.

It’s not that he found them doing anything. They were asleep, but it was a hot day and it turns out they like to sleep on their underwear on hot days. At first, it seemed like it would be fun to scare them, but as he got closer, he noticed the red lines and spots on places generally clothed. He examined them as well as he could, looking for some clue to tell him it wasn’t what he thought. But it was, and nothing could now convince him of the contrary.

He got on the bed, carefully spooning them, and decided he’d take a nap right there, and wait for them to wake up so he could question them, he wouldn’t want them to be scared when he discussed what he saw. f course, that plan didn’t go as he thought. They had gone to sleep alone and now they weren’t alone, it scared the shit out of them. Their screams alerted Mista too, but everything calmed after he explained what had happened.

He addressed the issue properly, unlike most of the stuff he does. He is a goofy guy, ut is completely able to get serious when needed.

“Babe, why resort to that sort of thing? If you were feeling so bad, why didn’t you say anything? You don’t need to bear everything on your own. You know I adore you and I would never judge you for this, it wasn’t your choice, and is not something pretty either. I want to be here for you all the time. Do you think, maybe, you could talk to me about it? Whatever it is, we can sort it.”

He held them in his arms and placed soft kisses everywhere he could reach, the pistols doing the same wherever he couldn’t. He wanted them to know he was there, and he wasn’t leaving.

***

Narancia was not a particularly observant fellow. He rushed through everything so he never noticed small things, like the almost imperceptible details, changes in them that could have alerted him of their mental state.

He was making his way home when he saw something he thought his s/o would really like, and, being the impatience person he is, he wanted to get it to them right away. So he ran through the streets of Napoli, only one goal in his mind, only one place to be. He arrived panting and breathless, but nevertheless happy to be able to give them this gift. He rang the bell, so he could continue with the surprise, not wanting to just get inside. But when they opened the door, he saw them crying. These weren’t small tears, this wasn’t the kind of cry you let out when you need to unwind. This was desperate crying, their whole face red and puffy, their voice was gone. He got inside and followed them to the couch. And then, he saw the marks on their skin.

He fell to his knees, gift falling from his hands unimportant. His throat suddenly clogged by a knot, his thoughts unable to untangle. Them, the love of his short life, feeling like that. He knew it just meant they needed him more than ever. He didn’t want to admit he may have been going through life too fast, not realizing their struggles until it was too late. But it wasn’t too late. He could still do something.

“Baby, my love, please tell me what can I do for you.” He didn’t know what to do, nothing trained him for that situation. He hadn’t experienced that kind of pain and darkness before, but he wanted to make himself useful, not wanting to accept that was their life. “I’m taking it upon myself to change your days for the better. I promise you, you will never feel this sadness again as long as I’m here by your side.”

***

Fugo understands feeling overwhelmed sometimes. This can lead to anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. But he didn’t know this was how they felt. He was really observant and meticulous, but their way of coping wasn’t the usual sadness and brooding. They were different. If you saw them from a distance, you would have never been able to tell they were struggling. Their smile continued to shine, their laugh continued to resonate in every room. whenever he’d see them staring at nothing, or a tear going down their eye, he always thought it was just some minor inconvenience. It turns out, it wasn’t.

He may have never known real peace and accomplishment if it wasn’t for them. They appeared in this hard part of his life, where he had to push forward, like going up a hill where someone up there is tossing stuff at you. It was hard, and he would have never done it if it wasn’t for their true love and support. No one can go through this alone, he learned at last.

As both of them were having a nice time together, him reading a book out loud and them listening to his absolutely perfect voice, he found himself feeling a little warm, and decided to take his jacket off when he realized they were still wearing long sleeves. He tried to argue it was getting hot and they could faint or something but to no avail. And that got him suspicious. After a lot of bickering, he finally got them to show him what they were hiding, and it wasn’t pretty.

Knowing Fugo’s observant nature, they had gotten some bandages in order to not get the shirt stained with blood, as the wounds were fairly new. But what was under them was horrifying. Fugo’s heart broke. He wanted to yell at them, but for once, he fought the urgency knowing it wouldn’t help in that situation. Not caring about smearing the blood on his clothes, he hugged them tightly. His voice wouldn’t come out for a while, so he hugged them and let them cry for some time. Whatever they needed.

When he was finally able to speak, he tried to make his point as loud as he could, but he failed. In what seemed like a whisper, he muttered:

“Amore, bella mia, I can’t believe I never noticed you were going through this. You don’t deserve this, and it brings me incredible sadness to know it is happening anyway. The world is an unfair place, and as such doesn’t care whether good people are suffering, but I do. I don’t want you to feel lonely and broken anymore. I understand that sometimes one feels overwhelmed with everything, and need to let something out. Please, know that I’m here to support you in any way you need. I will offer you the tools to find a will to continue fighting again. I swear, anytime you call me, no matter what I’m doing, I will pick up. If you need me here, I’ll come from wherever I am. You are the most important thing in my life, and I’m not going to let you suffer alone anymore.”

***

Giorno arranged a beautiful evening in a hotel room for him and his love. They were going to have the most exquisite dinner, and maybe they could go swimming later, the warm water of the pool relieving his muscles. It had been going great, with the small detail of them being a little quieter than normal. Giorno knew it wasn’t a good sign, but he decided to address it some other time when they were alone. He only grew more worried when they refused to go swimming. The hotel pool was beautiful, they were completely alone, and it’s not something they hadn’t done before, he knows they love swimming.

As he pressed the subject, he found resistance from their part, he wasn’t expecting it. Something was upsetting them and they wouldn’t talk to him, he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to force them either, but he wanted to help them. If they needed to, he would listen for hours, get anything they need, create as many puppies as they needed, wipe away any tears. He wanted to be a part of them to the same extent they were of him.

Finally, they caved in. Something inside them told them they had to tell him. They needed to let it out, they couldn’t keep it to themselves anymore. Giorno listened and observed, serious as ever. But not because he felt nothing, but because he was feeling like he could faint any minute. He had no idea this was happening right under his nose.

“My lovely (Name), why did you never come to me? You know I would have helped you. I would have listened. I would have never judged you. My heart lies with you, and if I lost you there would be no part of me to build myself from again. Please, let me get you I touch with a professional, you know you need it. And I know it can be scary and difficult to come to terms with what is going on with you, but you need to do something about it before it conquers over the beautiful person you are. This does not define you, you can change this with some effort. It won’t be easy, I won’t lie to you. But it can be done. And I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”

The swim was amazing, as everything was with Giorno.

[mrsgiovanna]

Giorno: This is Bria, my beautiful queen♡ She is the light of my life and my soulmate, I wouldn't dare to imagine my life without her.

Mista: This is Nico! My precious soft baby. I could just stare at her cute face for hours! Especially kissing her soft cheeks.

Fugo: This is Angelica, she's a lady wannabe, secretly a fucking dumbass and a scheming bitch, I love her.

Bria: .....That's not how you introduce someone you love.

Angelica: Mind him not, t'was true after all.

Bria: still... *scowls at Fugo*

Fugo: put that face away, she knows I love her and that's what matters

Bria: *sigh*

Giorno: come now amore, you know everyone expresses their feelings in their own ways

Bria: I know my love, sorry I'm just being... well me *laughs*

Mista and Nico: *not paying attention, in their own world*

[considergoldenkamuy]

henlo,, i'm new here and i'm thorsty for some passione,, i love the way you wrote mista, (it made me realize he was my favorite,,!) anyhoo can i get a scenario or headcanons (not sure how this works ehehe) of mista with a s/o and they have a lazy day? like everyone's out or just in their rooms or hanging around the living area and reader is doing some chores and he helps for a bit but convinces them to stop and cuddle. bonus points if nara teases them somehow but then gets burned back! ty!

I LOVE THIS THIS IS CUTE also i’m glad to hear my mista is ok! i love my best boy. also ,,, narancia ,,, my feeble heart ,, i had to set this before the beginning of vento aureo :,) this uh ,, kind of ended up being a drabble in length, sorry ,,

A day off from Bruno wasn’t common. Granted, the team wasn’t always active, but when the leader declared they would have a day where they had no obligation to do anything for the gang was a big deal. It was especially important for Mista, though, because that meant he could crash at his lover’s place and just spend the day there without any chance of being called away for work.

He was pleasantly surprised when he entered his room, though, and found them cleaning up the floor of his room, clothes tucked under their arm as they put more laundry in a designated bin. It took them a second to notice his presence, having been standing in the doorway for a few moments. “Oh, hi Mista - I didn’t hear you come in.”

“What’re you doing here?” He raised brow, walking over to them. “You don’t visit that much.”

“Well, Buccellati called and told me you were free today, so I figured I’d come to you instead,” they smiled and he stared at them for a moment before snorting in amusement.

“Shoulda known. He’s the only one who leaves me in peace about our relationship,” he mused and the other laughed a little, before they turned back around to keep tidying up. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

“Your whole place is a wreck,” they pointed out. “I’m glad I decided to drop in. Wait a little, I’ll be done soon.”

“Soon is a long time,” Mista didn’t sound amused. “Where else do you have to clear up?”

“Well, the main room is done, you might want to sort through your mess of a dresser or something, though - I don’t know how you can tell where anything is in there. Why do you even have it if you never where them?” There was a joking tone in their voice and he rolled his eyes.

“The only reason I keep any of those clothes at this point is because you like wearing them,” Mista replied, but went over to the dresser nonetheless and opened a few of the drawers, taking everything out so he could organize it. “If you stopped stealing my shirts all the time, they’d all be long gone.”

“Not my fault your shirts are comfortable,” they stuck their tongue out at Mista. He just shot back an unimpressed glance. There wasn’t much for him to go through, really - especially since he didn’t bother folding anything. His lover wasn’t looking, though, so he was saved the earful he knew he would’ve gotten had they seen.

Mista flopped down onto his bed, gazing at the blank and boring ceiling for a few seconds before tilting his head to watch the other bring more things to the room - laundry, random items, trash. Anything that bothered them, really. Despite Mista wanting simple pleasures and usually having not that many things, he didn’t bother to clean up that much.

His black eyes kept following them to and from the door, waiting for what felt like hours before they would appear again. Again, and again, and again. Until he felt bored out of his mind, admittedly left a little lonely, knowing that they were right there together and yet they weren’t as much as looking at him.

It only took a few more back-and-forths before he stood up, sneaking up on them when they were folding an old sheet. He wrapped his arms around their waist from behind, resting his chin on their shoulder. They tensed for a second before breathing out a chuckle, putting down the cloth and placing their hands on his, leaning into him.

He called their name. “‘Soon’ already came and passed,” he muttered, nuzzling his face into the crook of their neck. “Can’t you just be done now?”

“You want my attention that badly?” They teased lightly and he grumbled quietly, refusing to let go when they tried to escape his grasp. They turned their head toward him with an amused smile. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop for now. What do you want to do?”

There was no hesitation on his part in lifting his head and kissing them. They laughed softly against his lips and he allowed them room to turn around and gain access to a less awkward angle. A few seconds passed before he pulled away and stared at them a few seconds longer. “Can we just sleep?”

A soft snort.

“Of course we can. C’mon, you big baby.” They pulled him back over the bed and he laid down, suddenly pulling them with him, earning him a slight sound of surprise before they landed right next to him and he embraced them again. He pressed his face against their bare neck again, shutting his eyes as he took in the familiar scent. He’d been waiting days for this.

Fingers slipped his hat from his head, careful to keep the bullet rounds inside before playing with his hair lazily. It was all so calm, so peaceful.  They simply watched him for a moment before slowly falling asleep as well.

Narancia may have teased Mista the next day, accusing him of sleeping with his lover “the other way,” as the younger boy had put it, but all he got was a whack on the head. What did he know about being in relationships?

The way Mista looked at them, the way Mista treated them - he didn’t need to say “I love you,” so he rarely did. All Mista needed to do was hold them close and fall asleep in their arms, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.