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la-principessa-della-squadra · 10 months

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Serial Killer!Ghiaccio X Fem!reader (Part 1/?)

TW: NSFW content, Yandere, sexual harassment, kidnapping, violence, blood, gore

PLEASE NOTE: The reader of this story is not going to have much control on her surroundings.

SUMMARY: Fem!reader is invited to a laurea (graduation party) and finds Formaggio, Illuso and finally Ghiaccio. After a flashback explaining how fem!reader and Ghiaccio met, She decides to head to her dormitory with him. That was a poor choice.

Il Santo Bevitore bar, 00:31

“DOTTOOOOREEEEE…DOTTOOOOREEEEE!!!!”

October, Graduation month.

This was the third time you heard that chant.

“...Dottore nel buco del cul! VAFFANCUL!VAFFANCUL!”

The chanting was followed by the popping of a Prosecco bottle and a flying cork rolling at the feet of some random students, who probably weren’t even invited to the party.

However, that was never a problem from the start. After all, having gatecrashers at your graduation party is so common that it is now a tradition.

The foamy neck of the bottle, still steaming from its own coolness, slips into your plastic cup supported by Giorno’s quivering hands, who is once again in charge of pouring the alcohol for every single guest. From his rosy cheeks and shaky steps, it was clear that Giorno would not be able to keep himself upright much longer.

“Grazie Gioà, sei sicuro di non dover vomitare?”

(Thanks Giorno, Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?)

You ask him sheepshly and with a slight note of worry, but before the blondie could answer you’re interrupted by a loud voice.

"UAGLIU!"

Your head quickly turns back. It’s Guido Mista, Giorno’s best friend. He's also kinda drunk...Guido doesn't waste no time and after catching a big breath he starts shouting at the top of his lungs to give an additional toast.

“AIZ AIZ AIZ, ACAL ACAL ACAL, ACOOST ACCOST ACCOST, A SALUTA NOST!!!”

The rhythmic chant ignites a roaring wave of excitement throughout the bar, fueling Giorno's enthusiasm to the point where he eagerly presses his lips against the giant bottle. The poor guy started drinking since early in the afternoon, and the blame undoubtedly fell on Guido.

As a matter of fact, Guido kept filling up his friend’s glass with whatever alcoholic concoction was within arm's reach. Giorno had finished his graduation speech at 3:30 p.m. By 3:37 p.m. Guido had already made him chug half a bottle of shoddy Tavernello, all complemented by the bursting of confetti and colorful streamers.

Since you knew what a dangerous mix of cheap alcohol was broiling in Giorno’s stomach, you swiftly step back as an anonymous blonde boy decides to intervene by firmly confiscating the bottle of Prosecco. He looked a little concerned. However, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before, what was his name again?

“UEEEE PANNAAAA’ààà!!A’Pannacotta!! Ué fra, pcchè nu staj bvenn?"

(PANNACOTTA! Why aren’t you drinkin’, brah??)

You hear Guido shouting, while Giorno’s perfectly bowed laurel wreath had already fallen on his delicate, red face, messing up his golden locks.

“Mannagg a miserij Guido, ma t'e sciumunut? se m mett a bev pur ij, aropp chi a guid a machin?! comm v port a cas? Nun me facc' ritirare la patente n'altra volta."

(For fuck's sake Guido, have you gone nuts??If I start pounding drinks too, then who the hell's gonna get your ass home? I ain't letting those bastards revoke my damn license... again.)

Replies the friend in annoyance while adjusting the laurel wreath of a drunk and smiling Giorno.

“E ij che n sacc, stu bar è chin r ingegner autoveicolo, fatt costruì na mongolfiera. vann a naft no?”

(That sounds like a you problem, this bar is full of automotive engineers, ask them if they can build you an air baloon .They run on gasoline don't they?)

“Tu staj proprij a for.”

(You can’t be that stupid.)

At least Guido isn’t wrong, the bar is swarming with engineers looking for one thing and one thing only.

“...Aò, ma’ndò sta la figa??”

(...Yo, Where the bitches at?)

A strong smell of Menabrea invades your nostrils before an anonymous arm swiftly sorrounds your shoulders and traps your body against a men’s chest.

You quickly recognize the man’s voice.

“Formi…”

It’s Formaggio, your favourite drop-out engineer.

A legend among your faculty for being the ultimate judge of the nightlife, Formaggio lags two years behind you. Throughout the entire semester of you two chilling together, you've taken an oath that you've never laid eyes on him cracking open a book or even getting close to one.

Formaggio's library visits are solely reserved for bugging his buddies, making quick pit stops at the restroom, exploiting his student discount on vending machine goodies, or diving into his favourite pursuit: charming the ladies.

Since it was common knowledge that Formaggio had a preference for freshmen, he very often did not hesitate to physically show you his affection in front of other people.

“Zì. Questa festa è per i laureati in biologia, non scienze della formazione.”

(Dude. This party is for biology majors, not education majors).

That saccharine yet disinterested tone could only belong to Illuso. You don’t know much about him except that he lives with Formaggio somewhere in the centro storico and that he's majoring in architecture.

It is common knowledge that architects and engineers are natural enemies, like engineers and mathematicians, engineers and physicists, and engineers and other engineers…Damn engineers! They ruined STEM...

Despite all that, these two seem to get along perfectly.

“Mecojoni...”

(DAMN.)

While immersed in your own thoughts, your left check is refreshed by the condensation of Formaggio’s Menabrea as he tries to hold you closer to his chest. He drank too much, and therefore he’s getting even more touchy.

“Ti vedo accaldata chicca, ti prendo qualcosa da bere?Lulù perchè nun vai dall’oste e ce piji quarcosa? Tiè, prendite ‘no scudo e facce fa’ due gintonic.”

(I see you're sizzlin' up, babe. Need a drink to cool those flames? Lulu, hit up the bar, grab some stuff for us. Get a couple of gintons in the mix)

“Oh no no…sto apposto!”

(UH,Nah…I’m fine!)

Panicked, you encounter Illuso’s sight, who immediately gives you an almost disgusted look, as if it was your fault if his friend is drooling all over you. His eyes narrow above a tight and twist smile, and Formaggio gives him a flickering smile back.

"Facciamo che ci vai tu fino al bancone dato che stai preso bene."

( Why don't YOU go to the bar and get us something?)

"Sei propio da' a Lazio, Lulù."

(You're a fucking cunt, Lulu, you know that?)

“ Immaginavo di trovarti qui.”

(I knew you were here.)

Your body is shaken by a sudden shiver. At first glance, you connected that chill to the Menabrea freezing damp glass, but you soon catch on that the bottle is no longer grazing against your cheek.

It’s his voice that made you shiver.

It’s too familiar.

“Oh, Ghiaccio,ce stai anche tu.”

(Oh Ghiaccio, you’re here too.)

Formaggio turns his head behind his shoulders while still keeping his hands on you. His smile fades and his friendly tone vanishes, now resembling Illuso’s.

Regrettably, you know exactly the reason behind Formaggio’s sudden change. It’s no secret that Ghiaccio is an expert in ruining the mood with his bad attitude. In the past, Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts.

You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.

According to him:

If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.

When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.

Even if you seriously doubted about the 'killing' part, everyone on the faculty thought that Ghiaccio was a bit of a weirdo.

Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach. After all: ‘ quale persona sana di mente si iscriverebbe a ingegneria, per di più a ingegneria chimica?’

Every time someone actually took the courage to come up to his desk and try to have a word with him, his responses were always dry and blunt. Hunched over his computer and with a MATLAB tab permanently open, not once had he raised his head to engage in conversation with his interlocutor.

As a matter of fact, it was only his eyes that tried to move.

The gaze behind those thick glasses became suddenly glacial and sinister, accompanied by a tone so saccharine and dismissive that it would have put anyone off.

Ghiaccio sat stiff and still like a taxidermy animal, looking more dog than human.

Ghiaccio sat there, rigid and lifeless, more canine than human. In fact, he often stood as alone as a rabid dog.

Right now, his friends felt his gaze - that of a rabid dog.

“Qualche problema Maggio? Non hai qualche matricola da seviziare?”

(Any problems Maggio? Couldn’t find any freshman to harass?)

Ghiaccio’s sharp tongue brings you back to reality. The blue-haired boy appeared out of thin hair behind Illuso’s back, startling him. He stands there with his glasses slightly fogged up from the air humidity. His right hand clutches a plastic cup that filled with ice, just ice. Weird.

“Cristo Ghiaccio mi hai quasi fatto prendere un infarto. Sembri un morto che cammina.”

(Jesus Christ Ghiaccio,you almost gave me a heart attack. You look like a walking corpse.)

Comments Illuso, glancing in Formaggio’s directions as he lifts his arm from your shoulders and starts loudly chugging the rest of the Menabrea. This visibly annoys Ghiaccio who instinctively shows his teeth, clenching them in a crooked and forced smile.

“Ciao Ghia, come ti vanno le cose?”

(Hello Ghia, How is it going?)

The smile fades. Ghiaccio starts purposely ignoring the two men, and instead he focuses on you:

“Secondo te, tosa? Domani ho Analisi 2.”

(What you think, tosa? Tomorrow I got the Analysis 2 exam.)

“Non sei preparato-”

(Did you stu-)

“Che domanda der cazzo fai chicca, dove pensi che è stato fin ora, se non chiuso in biblioteca?”

(What a damn dumb question, babe. "Did you study?" Like, where the hell do you think he were just a sec? In a freakin' library, duh.)

Formaggio cuts you, mocking your girly voice.

You cautiously raise your hands, waiting for Ghiaccio to burst out for being interrupted, but that doesn't happen. The blue-haired man just shoots Formaggio a death stare, head slightly cocked, eyes piercing through those thin brows. You notice him instinctively baring his teeth and gums at the man like he's about to bite his neck.

It's a warning.

Formaggio takes the hint and casually peers into the bottle, scrounging for any last drops. Meanwhile, Illuso's ego is so massive that he flat out brushes off Ghiaccio's response and jumps right into schooling his buddy.

“Dove pensi che sia. SIA. Il congiuntivo l’hai lasciato al Quadraro?”

(Where do you think He was. He WAS.)

“Lulù stai cercando una capocciata o una bottigliata? Posso dartele entrambe. Te lascio scegliere l’ordine.”

(Listen Lulu. Do you want to catch these hand or the bottle? I can give you both. Just say a word.)

Formaggio's tone takes on a slurred edge, like he's got a bit too much booze in his system for fooling around. Illuso catches wind of this and takes it as the perfect chance to blow off some steam. Weirdly enough, Ghiaccio stays dead quiet, sitting this convo out.

Now that's a twist.

Still, you catch a little something. Even though the guy's zipped his lip, you spy the plastic cup in his grip utterly squashed.

Why's he holding back? You can read it in his expression, he's just itching to unleash his piece.

“Ziofà facciamo che se sei ignorante non è colpa mia.”

(It’s not my fault you’re ignorant)

Replies the tall man while stiffing up and crossing his arm to feel superior. Now Illuso is not even glaring at Formaggio anymore, and he's perfectly aware this is going to drive him mad.

“Ma chi credi de cojonà a' Pariolino?Ignorante lo dici a tua sorella.”

(You did not just call me ignorant.)

“Ignorante nel senso che ignori la grammatica italiana.”

(Don’t take it personally. I said Ignorant because you're ignoring the Italian grammar)

“Allora tu sei un imbecille perchè Imbelle”

(Then you’re an imbecile because you're imbecilin')

“BOJA FAUSS QUELLO CHE HAI DETTO NON HA UN CAZZO DI SENSO, ZI.”

(That doesn’t even make any sense! You just MADE UP. A FUCKING WORD.)

Finally, Illuso comes down from his pedestal and starts hatefully staring at his friend.

"CHICCA!"

(BABE!)

Formaggio turns towards you for half a second and hands you the empty Menabrea before turning his gaze back to Illuso.

"PIJATE STA MENABREA. MO' TE PARTO DE CAPOCCIA!"

(HOLD THIS FOR ME. THIS FAG IS ABOUT TO CATCH THESE HANDS!)

Formaggio's voice blares like a damn siren, catching the attention of everyone in the joint. A bunch of folks, wreaths atop their heads, swivel around, and others in the joint follow suit. In the midst of the mob, you spot Guido secretively trying on Giorno's laurel wreath while the dude's occupied with some pink-haired girl, fussing over his fancy-ass braid.

"Ragazzi non fate gli stupidi. Non potete fare a botte qui- Ci stano guardando tutti..."

(Guys. Stop this nonsense. You can't fight here. Everyone is looking-)

You make a move to put a stop to their antics, when a chilling voice sneaks into your ear...

“Vieni.”

(Let's go.)

Freddo.

This sensation is familiar, it’s like being in one of those deep, paralyzing sleeps where the weight of the bed covers feels like a boulder. But this time your body seems as if covered by a light sheet. A cold sheet, as if it had never dried. It’s wet and icy, a cold so sharp that starts biting into your skin.

Your head starts spinning, even though you are sure you haven't moved.

You remain motionless, unable to do anything but inhale icy air.

You feel as if my whole skin is covered with frost.

Your memories are confused and jumbled...you cannot make sense of them. Under your clenched eyelids, lights, sounds and colors from llast night mix in a continuous spiral, causing you to feel nauseous. After taking a few breaths, your head finally stops throbbing like the speakers of a disco. Your back hurts as it's lying on a hard surface that is even colder than the surrounding air. The unpleasant sensation given by your skin attached to the icy surface challenges you to move your muscles.... But something is wrong.

They won't move. They can't move.

You sense your hands resting next to your body, the tips of your fingers numb with cold... However, when you flex them in order to warm them, they do not respond to your thoughts. Panic suddenly makes you lucid. you open your eyes.

Your eyes snap open, only to be assaulted by a blinding white radiance. It's intoxicating, that brilliance. A sea of white stretching to every horizon.

A single source of light reigns, the ceiling lamp above you. You lie atop a slab of metal, nothing but gravity pressing you into its unforgiving surface.

“ah...ah…”

Your breath begins to shorten.

White smoke lazily rises from your lips, disappearing into the neon. The light illuminates your figure yet denies you any heat. You look around, trying to figure out where you are. Your neck slowly begins to loosen, allowing you to get a better look around the room...

Beyond, darkness reigns, a domain devoid of form or presence. Yet, something sinister looms along the walls, whether furniture or pillars, they crawl from floor to ceiling.

Your vision drifts downward, over your frozen feet, past the table's edge, until a glimmer dances at the periphery.

A door?

“C-C-C’è…c’è q-qualcuno?”

(is-is anybody there?)

Your voice is hoarse, cracking when you try to speak. The icy air scratches your throat, your skin quivers.

The tips of your fingers have now lost sensibility, as if they have become one with the table. You cough... then you try to speak again, louder.

“Pe-Per favore!!COFF! AIUTO!! Sono qui!! Non cè nessuno?!”

(Anyone! Anybody!!Please, some-Cough-SOMEONE HELP!!)

After shouting, you wait panting for an answer... a sign...any sign.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, slow and measured. A shadow obscures the narrow glimmer coming from the door. The sound of several locks being opened echoes in the room.

The door slowly opens, letting a much stronger light invade the room, revealing an unknown figure. A man is watching you from the threshold but the light beyond him prevents you from recognize him.

Your eyes flicker as the light sound of your chattering teeth signals you've just regained control of your jaw muscles.

The expression you’re making seems to amuse the man. A soft chuckle escapes him as he strides into the room, sealing the door in his wake. He drags in a cart, and upon its enigmatic cargo, your gaze falters, unable to discern the details.

“Non ti conviene sforzarti così tanto…rischi di farti male.”

(Oh dear, you shouldn't push yourself too hard...you'll end up hurting yourself.)

His voice slices through the air, sharper than the chill. Dread claws at you, its grip tightening as his teeth catch your attention more than his eyes do. A grin stretches across his face, a gruesome expanse that reveals his gums. His gaze remains unaltered, a predator's stare, unrelenting and piercing.

Behind those glasses, his eyes undress you, baring your vulnerability as if you weren't already stripped bare.

“G-Ghiaccio?”

“Shhh..ti fa male da qualche parte?Come va il respiro?”

(Shhh. Does it hurt anywhere? is your breathing okay?)

All of a sudden, the man puts on a genuinely concerned face, and seems to be focused on your face.

"C-Che è successo??...Ci siamo schiantati?”

(what.... what happened...where am I? did we crash?)

Your voice tremble, it’s stuttering. You gasp as you notice his hand resting on the table, beside your ankle.

" Non c'è niente di cui avere paura...concentrati e rispondi alla domanda: ti fa male da qualche parte?"

(don't worry about it now.... take a breath, stay focused and answer me: does it hurt anywhere?)

The situation is surreal.... what happened? Perhaps you're in a hospital? Did you have an accident? Are you paralyzed because of that?

"n-no. Non c'è niente che mi fa male...ma non riesco a muovermi...h-ho così tanto freddo..."

(n..no.... nothing hurts.... but I can't move..p..I might have something d- to put on...I'm so f-ing cold...)

You murmur, your voice trembling from both cold and unease. Shivers run through you, the icy fingers of anxiety now accompanying the chill. The man's lips curve at your hushed words, his face inches from yours. Your cheeks burn, tainted red by a mix of emotions.

"In un attimo, chicca."

(In a moment, babe.)

He purrs, his tone velvety. However, that ' babe' part is filled with venom and resentment. You quickly notice he's making a sloppy imitation of Formaggio's accent.

His face inches closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Sto controllando che sia tutto apposto...dimmi..."

(I must make sure everything's alright... tell me...)

His hand touches the sole of your right foot, a warmth you haven't felt since you woke.

"Senti le mie dita?"

(Can you sense my fingers?)

"Sì..."

(Yes...)

You're aware of his index finger trailing over your skin, a sensation that sends ripples through your body. Past your knee, ascending your thigh, the warmth causes both your form and fear to tremble. His other fingers join the index, like sinister accomplices, tracing your flesh. With a creeping exploration, his hand moves until it firmly presses against your inner thigh.

"Dimmi quando non le senti più."

(Let me know when you can't feel them anymore.)

"a-ah!F-fermo!"

(a-ah! Stop!)

You attempt to resist, but your defiance only manifests in the frustrated shake of your head...

"Rilassati..."

(Relax...)

He coos, his voice a syrupy assurance.

"Non ti farò niente...per ora. Non sei contenta di ricevere un check up gratuito?"

(I won't do anything... yet. Isn't a complimentary check-up something to be glad about?)

His hand still lingers on your inner thigh, its touch a languid caress that ignites a warmth, craving coursing through your body. You relinquish the sensation, only to be met once again with the unforgiving cold of the table.

"C-Che cosa è successo?"

(What... What's happened to me?)

Breathless, you gasp, your chest heaving. The man's features retain an eerie calm as you sense his touch upon you once more. His fingers slip under your right hand's palm, lifting it, while his other hand blankets your back.

"Solo un attimo chicca, devo finire il chek-up...Poverina, le tue mani sono congelate."

(Just a moment, babe. I need to finish the check-up... Poor thing, your hands are freezing....)

He smiles as his warm hands rub against yours, giving you such relief that a sigh of pleasure escapes you.

"oh-"

This time, his 'babe' doesn't feel as a mockery.

You catch the sight of his tongue darting across his lips, a prelude to him exhaling gently onto your fingers. His warm breath works its magic, coaxing sensitivity back into your once-numb digits.

"Ti piace, non è vero?...lascia che ti faccia stare meglio..."

(Feels good, doesn't it? let me do something special...)

Before you can say anything, his mouth is pressed on your fingers as he starts to kiss them, slowly.... how can those lips be so warm.... the gesture is so unexpected that leaves you speechless. You feel your head dipping into a fog-you are still dreaming. You are definitely dreaming. There is no other explanation,

-ah-

Your index finger slides into his mouth, encountering the sensation of his warm, wet tongue caressing your nail, descending to its very base. It's a repulsive, slimy sensation, made eerier by the expression he wears—a perverse delight akin to a child sucking their favorite treat.

"M-ma che fai? S-Smettila..."

(N-no... no, stop...)

You stammer, horror clenching at your chest, urging him to cease.

Your gaze locks onto the dreadful scene unfolding before you. Slowly, he extracts your index finger, his lips gripping its tip. Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Ghiaccio gazes at you, his eyes holding an unsettling glint. As terror courses through you, his teeth begin to close deliberately, his molars biting down, the pressure intensifying with every passing second.

"No-C-Che cosa-AHI. AHIA!! MI FAI MALE! L-Lasciami!! SMETTILA!!"

(No—what are you doing? Ah!AHH! YOU'RE HURTING ME!! It hurts! NO!)

Recognition dawns as you comprehend his sinister intent. The sound that echoes from him—a chilling crunch—is oddly familiar, like the memory of your grandmother offering freshly harvested, crisp carrots from her garden when you were a child.

*CRUNCH*

A scream rips from your throat, pain blurring your sight. His jaw locks around the bone with an aggressive grip.

In a split second that catches you off guard, Ghiaccio tears two of your phalanges away, wrenching your finger free in a swift, brutal motion. The forceful snap of his head results in a gruesome sight—a gushing surge of blood spraying forth.

Your hand remains locked in his.

The vile squelching of his chewing churns your stomach. He's like a rabid dog ravaging his prey.

"Mmh... sapevo ne sarebbe valsa la pena"

(Mhh... delicious... just as I'd imagined.)

Your shrieks of torment transform into violent retches. You twist your face aside, desperate to avoid vomiting, yet there's nothing left to expel. The sound of his swallowing grates on your ears. More convulsions wrack your frame, forcing your eyes to shut.

You can hear him dragging the cart closer, your gaze drawn to the crimson smears that now stain his scrubs. You can't muster the strength to confront your mangled hand.

"Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo, tosa."

(Baby, it's cold outside.)

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silly-l1ttle-guy · 5 months

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BUCCIARATI GANG BEDTIME ROUTINE HEADCANONS 🙏🙏

ON IT BOSS!!

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

this guy is so fucking tired

I'm convinced that he just flops down onto his bed and falls asleep

right then and there

he puts on some pajamas and then he's just out

his pajamas are white with black dots (who would've guessed)

he DOES brush his hair and have a shower first

he uses like 20 different soaps

he needs to smell nice and clean

he'll blow-dry his hair too

he doesn't like going to sleep with wet hair

Abbacchio will join him in bed later

goes to sleep at 8pm and wakes up at 6am

LEONE ABBACCHIO

let's be real right now

the only thing he does before going to bed is his hair routine

i spent like 10 minutes trying to remember how to spell routine

this guy has a TON of hair products that he puts in his hair

not as much as Giorno though

ANYWAY he sleeps naked

or in only boxers

one of the two

he finishes taking care of his hair then goes to sleep right next to Bruno

goes to sleep at 10pm and wakes up at 7am

GIORNO GIOVANNA

the longest hair routine known to man

this guy takes like an hour to get his hair ready for bed

he'll also take the longest showers literally ever

then he has to dry his hair too

he makes sure to dry it in a way that won't make his hair thinner or something idk

his hair is naturally really thick and curly too

it was much thinner and straighter before it turned blond though

also he brushes his teeth THOROUGHLY

his dentist are in shock at how clean his teeth are

he also has to water all the plants in his room before he goes to bed

he wears silk pajamas too

and they're pink

he takes like five minutes to fall asleep

but then he's the deepest sleep ever

ALWAYS gets over 8 hours of sleep

goes to bed at 7pm and wakes up at 6am

GUIDO MISTA

this guy

this dude

takes the shortest showers ever

he sleeps in boxers and that's it

no matter how warm or cold it is

his bedtime routine consists of showering for two minutes, sometimes longer if he washes his hair, brushing his teeth, then going straight to bed

that's it

he might stay up for a bit but he mostly goes to bed at like 9:30pm and wakes up at like 8am

NARANCIA GHIRGA

this guy has so much trouble sleeping

he has to take melatonin gummies to go to sleep at a reasonable time

Abbacchio will basically force them into his mouth if he refuses

then he'll have a shower and brush his teeth

he'll be nice and eepy by the time he finishes brushing his teeth

he might try to stay up a little longer but he'll eventually pass out on the couch or something

Abbacchio has to carry him back to his room and tuck him in

he wears orange boxers to bed

he falls asleep at 8:30-9pm and wakes up at 8am

PANNACOTTA FUGO

worst sleep schedule out of all of them

he rarely sleeps a full night

which also means he doesn't really have a bedtime routine

he'll have a shower and brush his teeth but he won't go to bed immediately after

the times he goes to sleep ranges from 2am to 9pm

he's lucky if he even gets six hours of sleep

and he's a really light sleeper too

but he makes sure to keep himself nice and clean

unlike Mista

sometimes if he can't sleep he'll sleep with Giorno

but most of the time he just lays there in bed

TRISH UNA

she takes FOREVER to get ready for bed

takes a 20 minute shower

then takes another 20 minutes to dry her hair

then an hour doing her hair routine

then she brushes her teeth

her and Giorno both have the best hair and teeth

she also has a skincare routine to make sure her skin is nice and soft

she'll also do her skincare routine with Giorno

sometimes she'll do HIS skincare routine on him too

besties alert

she will only wear the softest silk pjs

fat out REFUSES to wear anything else

she's probably matching with Giorno

falls asleep at 7pm and wakes up at 8am

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gauloiseblue · 7 months

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Ménage À Trois

[Giorno × Reader × Mista]

Years ago, when you visited a fortune teller stall on the street, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of your love reading. The foreteller was visibly upset when you did, but who wouldn't laugh when your so-called fate is more than one? You weren't the type who's drawn to infidelity, and so her claim shouldn't be valid.

At least that's what you thought.

To tell the truth, you don't know how you end up with two lovers either. You can start by telling how you met them, but it doesn't necessarily explain how you wind up in a household of three. Not an ordinary house either, but a residence under the name of Giorno Giovanna.

Those who know would shiver upon hearing the name, as they thought of a ruthless Don. That wasn't the case for you, instead, his name would bring you to blush. For a reason that only you and Mista knew.

He's the most gentle of all lovers, the most beautiful, and magnificent. His words are the sweetest, and his touches are always warm. In his arms, you'd find a haven, where you could lay and rest for a while. He'd tenderly stroke the strands of your hair, as he leaned his head against yours. The two of you could stay like this for hours, until a walking trouble in a silly hat came and caused havoc.

There's no need to describe the mess he made, pillows falling from the sofa, papers flying everywhere, and there's a handsy mass of limbs sticking against you and the blond. He'd embrace the two of you so tightly, that you lost the privilege to breathe. In the midst of chaos, he'd still have the time to spout some nonsense, whether it's the unfairness he received, or how he's being forgotten by you both. Which causes you and Giorno to sigh at the exaggeration.

Guido Mista is the most demanding of all three, yet the trait he possesses made him more lovable to you. His selfishness is similar to that of a child, but it doesn't mean his heart isn't as big. He's the most loving, protective man, he'd throw himself into a fight, if it means he'd keep both of you safe. Though you're glad to receive such gesture, his recklessness is very concerning. That you wish you could put him on a leash, just so he wouldn't get hurt. Yet if you ever confess that thing to him, he'd think of a wildly different kind of collar.

It can't be helped, he's the one with the dirtiest mind after all.

Still, you love him just the same as you love the Don. You'd shower them with affection, and make sure you'd be there for them at any time. It's impossible to play favorites, when the three of you completed each other. Whenever you're out to town with Giorno, you'd bring back anything sweet for Mista and Sex Pistols. When the consigliere was particularly clingy to you, you'd still make time to visit the boss in his office.

While it seems like an unusual thing to have, you are perfectly content with it. In the eye of the others, your relationship might be unconventional, capricious even. But they've forgotten that your lovers don't live an ordinary life either.

Just like every other relationship, yours has to go through obstacles. But with every challenge that came from time to time, you found yourself falling for them deeper each time. Of course, you almost ruined it all because you couldn't stand the constant leer, and the guff from his underlings. It took you months before you could sit down and talk to them. The room was colored by silence, and they couldn't hide the fact they're still upset. But you managed to push thought and mended what you've torn. At the end of the conversation, when both of the men held you in a tearful embrace, you made a promise that you'll never leave them again.

Because no one can love them better than you. No one can love you better than them. You understand Giorno better than anyone, that it seems you can almost read his mind. You're the one who can take care of Mista when he's distraught, and pull him out of the dark place.

(Even Giorno admitted it; you're the best at reassuring)

They need you as much as you need them, and they want you as much as you do. Call it destiny, call it fate, the three of you simply made for each other. None of you can deny it.

At night, they'd seek your body to hold, as if you were a magnet. In the morning, you'd find yourself tangled between the arms of your lovers. It's such an endearing sight to see, that you wish the sun would rise a little later, so you could enjoy it a little longer.

Living with them has been nothing but mirth, and maybe a series of mischief occasionally. Although the usual suspect falls on Mista, you and Giorno contribute a fair amount of it as well. You've once plotted a ridiculous scheme for them to play, and never in your life have you thought you'd be so turned on by seeing Giorno on his knees, while he devoured the brunette whole. Not only you, the Don once got creative, and decided to carry a game at a meeting. The game was so risky, that even Mista was hesitant to do it. In the end, you won the bet by getting him off before Giorno could even touch him.

It's such a thrilling quest, to push the boundaries, and see how far the three of you can take. It's not easy when privacy is lacking, but that's what makes it challenging; you're forced to come up with several plans—how to lure them, and how you should steer the situation if it becomes unfavorable.

While Giorno can ace easily in every game, it'll be half as fun when Mista isn't present. He's the wild card in the play, the startling element that you can never pin down. His games are always predictable, but when he's a player, his moves are impossible to read.

Still, you enjoy his little adventure—despite the doubt that you get at the start, just like tonight. When he dragged you and Giorno into the woods, you'd voice your concerns about bugs. But he just smirked and told you to come along.

Upon your arrival at the meadow, you gasp to see a king-sized bed with flowers around it. Lavenders, Sages, Rosemary, all of them are arranged in a manner that's impossible in the wild. You turn your head to the blond, and his smile confirms your suspicion.

"Really? In the middle of the forest?"

"You'll never know until you try."

You wouldn't admit it, but you did feel the excitement for it.

As you kick off your shoes, you notice the full moon above you, flooding the silver light into the surroundings. But before you can admire it, you're pulled into the bed by hungry hands. You let out a yelp when they sneak into your clothes, kneading the soft mound of your breast. While the other one slips down to your skirt. Your moan is soon swallowed by the man, as he teases your lower lips slightly.

"You're so wet already." He murmured into your ear, as his fingers slid into your core, "I thought you're the one who's least eager."

"That's because—ah!" You bit your lip when he slowly rubbed your button, "That's because you keep… teasing me on the way here."

"Liar." He chuckles as he nips at your earlobe, "We all know whose mind is the most perverse here."

Just when you're about to shout your protest, he pins your head down to the mattress. Your skirt then flipped, and your underwear yanked aside. With your ass up, and your legs bare, he can't help but dive into the mouthwatering sight. You moan when he presses your clit with his tongue, while his hand works their way into your core. Exploring the texture of your walls, before he finds a particular bump inside you.

Your body jolts at the push, and you can practically feel his smile against your labia. Soon enough, his finger keeps grazing the spot, making you tremble with each stroke. While the two of you are busy with each other, the Don just sits by the bed to watch you squirm. You shot him a silent plea, before you felt the pace quicken. The merciless thrust of his fingers pushes you closer to your limit, and soon enough, you reach your climax with a sharp cry.

The tension in your body remains as he laps on your sensitive nub, gently guiding you down from your high. As your muscles relax, you let your shoulders droop as you lay your head comfortably. Though the moment was cut short, as he held your chin up for a kiss. You wince when he presses his tongue against yours, letting you get a taste of yourself.

While it served as a distraction, you didn't fail to notice the sound of the zipper from your side. Mista seems to read the cue, as he releases himself from his pants, and lines his member against your hole. The tip of his cock nudges on your entrance, before slowly sinking into your core.

You whine at the sudden grip on your waists, as he buries himself deeper. His fingers dig into your skin painfully, that you're sure he'll leave a mark. He breaks away from the kiss with a groan, as he feels your wall tightens around him. Sucking him in even further. You pull the sheet into a tight clutch when he starts to move, which creates a loud squelch whenever he pumps himself in. The pleasurable act almost takes your attention away from your other lover, if not for his touch on your chin. And that's when you see the hard member of his twitches, right in front of your face.

He tenderly parts your lips, as he utters the filthy words to you in the sweetest voice, "Let's put that pretty mouth of yours into use, shall we?"

#jjba #jojo part 5 #repost from ao3 #giorno giovanna #guido mista #giorno x reader #mista x reader #giorno x mista x reader #polyamourous #snippet

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Their reaction to being the only one avoided by their darling

Part.1

Part 2

What if you, their crush, were friendly with the rest of the group…except them? How will they react? How will they feel? What will they do about it?

Featuring: Bucci gang (separately)—Mista, Fugo and Narancia

GN reader

Mista Guido

When you two first met, he was a little taken aback by your friendly attitude. You smiled and laughed with everybody and you basically radiated kindess. Every memeber loved you, even Abbacchio and Fugo have taken a like in you;

At first, he debated between making a move on you or leaving you alone, but soon he opted for the first one. Which...didn't exactly go as planned. It backfired badly;

Listen, he did everything he could. He tried to be his best version for you. But it seemed that, instead of bringing the two of you closer, it made you back away from him with every chance;

He was hurt by your actions towards him and he was even more hurt to see he was the only one being ignored and avoided. And his stand would immediately (not intentionally tho) expose him;

Number 5 would cry in front of Mista that he misses you and that he wants to stay near you while Number 3 would hit him in the head, making him cry harder. Mista would just sigh, and, if you were there, shush them up embarrassed;

At this point, everyone would know that he has a crush on you, including you. And only because of his stand;

One day, while he was sitting in the balcony on a chair, playing with one of his guns, when he heard the door that lead to his room open. He didn't bother to look, recognizing your fragrance from miles away;

"Mista, can we talk?" you called out on a soft voice, one hand touching his shoulder. He almost shuddered at the feeling of your skin on his. He nodded and waited for you to start the conversation;

"Is there something wrong? I thought you didn't want to talk to me, since you know...You kind of avoided me." he said after you remained quiet and a sigh left past your lips;

"I...Look, I know you like me and I know this might sound weird, but..." you paused and took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is...I like you too, Guido Mista!" you finally uttered out. It made you sick to see that sadness over his face whenever you avoided him but you couldn't help yourself! He was just too...perfect to be true;

To say he was shocked was an understatement and he didn't stop himself from showing it. "Who the actual fuck ignores the person they like?" he said and you punched his shoulder;

"Shut up! Leave me alone, I didn't know how to handle this, okay!" You whined and he rolled his eyes. Mista pulled you in his lap and pressed your forehead to his. "Man, how much you stressed me out. You're lucky I love you."

Fugo Pannacotta

Fugo was indeed attracted to you, there was not point in discussing that. But he was afraid he could hurt you. His temper wasn't the best and he knew that. Everybody knew that. That's why he was never one for relationships;

And, that's also why he wasn't surprised when he saw you avoided him from all the boys. He was disappointed, but he wasn't surprised. The blonde didn't know why he even put his hopes up that you would look in his direction. He didn't view himself as an attractive person;

Poor boy, only if he knew that you saw him as a piece of art. You saw him as the perfect human being. He looked ethereal. You've never saw a man this handsome and with an intellect as high as his. So, of course, you panicked when you met him;

You knew you were a coward, running away from him like this. But you couldn't help it. His serious, imposing posture, the way he spoke, the way he moved...Everything about him was mesmerizing. You felt so insignificant around him;

One day, while Fugo was walking around the house, he passed by your room and overheard you talking with Giorno. "No, Giorno, you don't get it!" you whined at the blonde, who became your closest friend out of the all. "I can't function when I'm around him. That's why I avoid him!"

"I'm sure Fugo doesn't dislike you, Y/N" Giorno spoke in a soft voice and the other blonde could hear you groan. Wait, did he hear correctly? You liked him?! You actually liked him back? Was this a dream?

"But what if he does? What if he sees me like someone unworthy of his attention? WHAT IF I END UP LIKE YOU WITH ABBACCHIO?" you cried out desperately and Giorno chuckled."Fugo isn't like Abbacchio. He won't act like that with you. And, for the last time, he doesn't dislike you!";

"I can confirm he doesn't." Fugo stepped in and you jumped in surprise. When the fuck did he get here? "Quite the opposite, may I say." Wait a damn minute...He heard you!? And he didn't hate you? Well, that's awesome. Embarrassing, but awesome.

"I'm just...going to let you discuss." Giorno said and he sprinted away, shutting the door after him. You looked at Fugo, a blush spread across your cheeks as his eyes catched yours. "So...You like me, huh? Surprising." he let out a low chuckle and you patted the seat next to you on the bed;

"I understand if you don't like me, I'm not as good as you and probably will never be, but..We can't control our hearts, can we? I'm fine with being just friends" you muttered and rested your head on your knees. You suddenly felt one of his arms pull you closer to his body;

"Shh, don't ever say that again. You are perfect the way you are and I love you just like that."

Narancia Ghirga

Yeah, ignoring him was out of discussion. Narancia fell in love with you the first time he heard your voice and there was no escape since then;

He was super clingy. He wanted to stay with you at all times and to know you the best out of the others. The boy followed you around, talking about his new video game or whatever came to his mind. He even studied harder to get your attention;

You often just nodded absent-mindedly and tried your best to focus your attention on something else so you wouldn't give the boy all of if. You liked Narancia, but he could become a little overwhelming;

When you brought it up, that you needed a little space for yourself, he was confused, but he respected your decision. So, he gave you space;

However, when he noticed that you ignored only him and that the other boys were allowed to stay with you as much as they wanted, he got mad. What did they have that he didn't?

You noticed that, instead of ignoring him, you became the one ignored. At first, you didn't think much of it, but as weeks passed, you realized that you missed Narancia bothering you. And also came to the conclusion that you might or might not like him;

So, after some time, you managed to gain the courage to go to the boy and maybe talk it out with him. Well, you weren't exactly mad at him, but he surely was. Afterall, you did pay more attention to the others after you told him you want space;

"Fugo, mind if I steal him from you for a little? No? Okay, thanks!" you said, not giving him time to respond and took Narancia's hand, dragging him after you. "Hey! Where are we going?" Narancia asked, struggling a little to keep up with your pace. You didn't answer and kept walking dragging him to your room;

"Hey! May I know why I'm being kidnapped?! Especially after being ignored for weeks?" he huffed annoyed when you two entered your room and he leaned on the closed door;

"Well, about that...At first, you kind of annoyed me since you were clingy, so that's why I tried ignoring you. But soon I realized that uhm...I like you annoying me. I like your presence. And ugh..." you struggled to confess and he raised a brow;

"And...?" Narancia was a little confused. He hoped that you were about to say what he think you were and he was dying of curiosity to hear it from you. "I like you, Narancia! There, I said it!" you managed to say and his face lit up in seconds;

"I don't know if I should be surprised or not, but be fucking sure I'm happy!"

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danddymaro · 1 year

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A sweetheart | Leone Abbacchio x reader

idek.

Based on the most mundane parts of The golden wind boy’s daily activates.

No angst

Word Count: 2742

A sweetheart

The day has gone by normally, which didn’t bother you too much.

Most of the gang was all gathered at Libeccio, the reserved table you sat in attended to with the utmost dedication as a form of gratitude offered by the owner, moreso to Bucciarati himself than anyone else.

Everyone is there, all aside from your leader who had informed you he had to take care of a matter before you left for your upcoming assignment.

So you had time to sit down and enjoy the moment with your friends.

Narancia and Fugo are huddled close, going over a new handwritten assignment the blonde had taken the time to create.

Mista sits to one of your sides.

He occasionally listens, a bored look to his face as he calmly eats his favorite dish, though finding it lacking since it’s the same thing he orders every time he goes.

Abbacchio sits to your other side, his cheek pressed against his knuckles as he enjoys the personal concerto his headphones provide.

- Nothing interesting happens until a pencil snaps.

It’s all tranquil until Fugo erupts, his voice obnoxiously loud as he glares down at Narancia who challenges him back, making you grimace.

You can feel a cold sweat of embarrassment coat you, and you just hope no one has to come back and remind you that this is a respected establishment and not some dingy back ally.

The two men on your either side each have their own reactions.

Reluctantly, Leone pulls the left side of his headphones back, listening while Mista seems just a bit more enthusiastic.

After all, he’s getting dinner and a show, and he seems grateful for the entertainment.

“Dibs on Fugo,” Guido says quickly, nearly stumbling over his words, making Leone grumble, “ I guess I’ll take Narancia,” He says, having no other option.

“What are you betting on this time,” you tiredly ask, your expression lightly soured.

Mista keeps his eyes on the two across while he speaks, “ We’re betting on who’s gonna lose their cool first and swing,” he says.

“You’re kidding right?” you ask with wonder. “ Once Fugo snaps, he’s defiantly striking first,” you say, looking at Abbacchio.

“- And you think Narancia is the one to go with?” you say with a raised brow, making Leone huff.

“Only other option was taken,” he says annoyed.

Meanwhile, the other two continue to bicker.

Fugo stands first, looking down at Narancia with a violent gaze that unexpectantly melts.

As quickly as it heated, it suddenly turned cold, just as his voice,

“I don’t even know why I bother with you,” he then said, surprising everyone with how collected he seems.

“-You Idiot,” he huffs “You’re a lost cause-” and Narancia has nothing to say.

Instead, he stays quiet, looking up at Fugo with wide eyes that soon dash away, which is yet another surprise to all of you.

“Whatever...” he says back, not knowing anything else better to say.

The blonde then shakes his head, stalking away and leaving the room filled with a thick tension that felt suffocating.

“That was new....” Mista said while releasing a low whistle, scratching his cheek.

"What a fucking idiot," Leone grumbled, the insult making Narancia's shoulders sink, the snapped pencil in his hand held tightly after he took hold of it again, and as you suspected he was left sensitive over the argument.

It takes a lot to quiet him down, that’s for sure, and when he did it was serious.

"Abbacchio," you started, disappointment in your tone as you eyed him.

You were ready to stand and go to Narancia to comfort him when Leone stood from his seat instead, his hands in his pockets as he released a low, tired sigh that made it seem like it took everything out of him to rise.

As he came to Narancia's side he spoke, " Not him, I mean Fugo." he clarified, surprising both Narancia and you.

"Of course, he knows what he's doing," There was no question about it.

"He's a genius...so The way he's explaining it to you makes sense to him, but not you right?" The long-haired male asked as he loomed over Narancia.

At that, Narancia nodded, "yeah..I swear Abbacchio, I'm really trying this time," he says while craning his head back to look at the other male.

Granted he messed around, but not then.

He’d managed to learn his multiplication tables, and had advanced quite a bit, moving on to a bit of the harder parts where new formulas were involved.

"But I don't think Fugo believes that," he added, dejected.

"Well, That's what happens when you fuck around so much," Leone responded his words tarty, understanding how the other man could get so frustrated.

"Still..." he then added because he didn’t entirely with the way fugo chose to express it.

"Make sure to take notes this time, And if you're lost ask because I'm only giving you this one chance," he warned as he started, his finger skimming over the first question.

His voice was firm, clear, yet somehow... soft as he verbalized a walkthrough of the steps needed.

You listened as Abbacchio went through the material with Narancia, and if you were being honest, there was something endearing about it.

- maybe even sexy.

'he's a good tutor...' you mused, your eyes drawn to him, the entire time forgetting about your food.

You were stuck in a trance, one that broke once you heard Narancia's elated voice break through the tranquil atmosphere.

"No way!" he said as he looked down at his answer, his eye shining as he saw Abbacchio's pleased smile.

"it makes sense!" he cheered.

"You did good," Leone then praised before he decided to move back, "If you get lost just look back at your notes," he recommended as he traveled back to his former seat beside you.

He brushes shoulders with Mista as the dark haired male stands before the dessert cart, eyeing it with a pout as he considers what would be a good dessert.

- He’d lost interest the second he heard math.

Throughout the move, you couldn't help but stare, perhaps too intensely.

‘Big meanie did something nice...’ you inwardly mused with a tiny, suppressed giggle.

"And just What are you laughing at?" Abbacchio grumbles while he takes his seat again, his stare narrowed as he challenges your gaze.

It doesn't scare you in any way as the hint of bitterness is so obviously a mask to hide how flustered he is.

"Me?" you huff, trying not to smile any harder, especially as out of the corner of your eye you see Narancia continue to look down at the sheet before him, scribbling down his new answers.

A triumphant look is worn in place of his usual, pensive one that more often than not morphs into exasperation.

At the sight, warmth fills your chest and it’s a wonderful feeling.

"-Nothing," you finally say while the spongy sweet before you is delicately picked at with consideration to what will be your first bite.

"nothing at all," you add as you finally find the right start, slowly dipping your fork into your little dessert.

"I just thought it was cute..." you casually admitted while continuing to look down at your treat, missing the immediate flourish of color that filled his face.

Before he can find something to say fugo returns, his expression softened from the previous agitated one he'd sported, "Hey....Narancia," he softly murmured as he walked in.

He seemed sheepish, moreso regretful and you supposed a 40 minute break would do that to anyone.

"About what I said..." he added, "I'm...sorry," he said while taking a seat next to the older male.

"I didn't mean it ; you actually have a lot of potential." he complimented, taking back his earlier comment.

“especially for someone with such a limited amount of education... In fact, I have to admit you've improved in every other subject. " he insisted, and the praise had the dark-haired boy's entire demeanor perk.

“ It says a lot that we’re working on this now,” he further adds.

"Y-You mean it Fugo?" Narancia asked, his voice touched with excitement that someone as smart as Pannacotta had praised his intellect - something that had never happened before.

There was a reason why he hadn't been too concerned about dropping out of school in the first place. Amongst many other things, it frustrated him when he didn't understand much, and he had no trouble letting go of that headache.

"Of course I do, That's why I get so annoyed," the blonde spoke, "I know you can do it, and it seems like we’re both falling short of our capabilities,” he expressed.

“ I'm just sorry it gets the best out of me," he said before looking down at the sheet Narancia had been working on.

"Anyways, lets ke-" his words fell short as he picked up the practice work, then the notebook on its side where new notes had been added.

New handwriting decorates the page, and it catches his eye.

His violet eyes brightened as he skimmed over the pages, and even as they were directed back to his friend, "Narancia, you did this?" he said with an obvious swell of awe as he finds himself going over each new answer.

"I sure did," the teen said with a sure nod, briefly turning back to the eldest male that sat with them, " Abbacchio helped me with it. He broke it down for me just a bit more," he elaborated.

“He gave me different examples too,”

"You're kidding..." Fugo breathed as he looked at Leone, his face melting into true gratefulness.

" I didn't know mathematics was a strong suit for you," he said, amazed at the notes that showed a full comprehension. It was one thing to get the answers right, it was another to show such detailed work in more ways than one.

- enough to dumb it down so much.

Abbacchio softly sighed, "- I was top of my class too..." he revealed.

It's not like he expected anyone to know since he's never mentioned it, but even then he always assumed everyone else would catch on that he wasn't just some idiot.

"An overachiever," he added with a bit of embarrassment, not mentioning how much of a dork he really had been.

"And every now and then I had to tutor some idiot after class," he recalled.

"so...You could've been a teacher, or had gotten some other lame job, " Narancia pointed out, "- like at some boring bank," he snickered, making Abbacchio chuckle.

The number of times his mother had tried to talk him into working in finances had, had him weary.

"I could have..." Leone started, "But I wanted to do something else with my life," he admitted while looking down at nothing.

"I thought I..." he couldn't finish, his lips pursing as he thought about how he'd messed up.

He shook his head of the incoming thoughts before he leaned back on his seat, "Anyways, don't get used to it," he said while glaring at the two other males, his tone changing in just a second.

"I'm not here to babysit anyone, or hold anyone's hand," he grumbled, his tarty words flying over Fugo and Narancia's heads as they simply grinned, realizing that no matter what he said, at the end of the day, he'd helped out.

"so you got the hang of it?" Pannacotta then asked Nararancia.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded, waving him off and continuing with what was left of the worksheet.

Meanwhile, you stand, making your way toward the dessert cart. Instantly, you eye the vibrant red that sits over a coat of creamy frosting.

'perfect,' you think as you reach for it, beating Mista as he finally decides what to get.

"Hey!" his complaint is ignored as you make your way over to your seat, but not without a stop.

As Abbacchio continues to listen to his music again, he has his eyes closed, drowning in the sound before he feels a tap on his shoulder. To accompany it is a familiar scent of perfume that gently tickles his nose, and instantly perks his chin up.

A warm body brushes him, and without any other indication, he knows the presence, reacting to it with the most subtle hint of warmth.

Upon opening his eyes, he's greeted with the sight of a dessert being served, and as he turns slightly he sees you reaching over him from behind.

As you begin to retreat, he sees your smile and much more the darling twinkle in your eye that has him in awe.

The question in his gaze is too easy to read, and to give him some ease you linger close, your voice both coy and secretive,

"That's for being a sweetheart," you say as you decide to pull back, walking passed your seat with the intention of leaving.

Perhaps you wouldn't have had the boldness if you weren't sure you were moments from leaving, already having someone waiting for you.

You had noticed the new arrival just a minute before, letting you know it was time to go.

Bucciaratti stands at the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning against the arch, looking over with amusement as he watches your interaction with the other man.

And while to everyone else at the table, you seemed to saunter away with all of the confidence of the world, Bruno could see the absolute fluster that consumed you, making him turn away with a little snicker.

You seem almost dazed as you reach him, and he softly tuts.

" I see you’re enjoying yourself," he comments, giving you space to walk out first, choosing the gentlemanly route of following behind.

"Enjoying what," you say while battling a smile, trying to look cool and unaffected.

"Teasing him so much," the dark-haired male says with a huff, briefly looking back to find Leone being shaken by mista as he takes the man's shoulders in his hands, moving him back and forth with an animated way of speaking.

- and while Bruno can't really hear what he's saying, he just knows he's praising him.

It all happens as Fugo and Narancia laugh, pointing at the elder male's face that blooms red.

You just know that the others are messing with him, and A flash of guilt hits you before it morphs into delight.

"you don't know all of the things he does to me," you say while shaking your head.

Abbacchio plays with subtle cruelty like he enjoys watching your stomach knot and your mouth dry in response to him.

- Just recalling makes you feel less guilty.

Leone's face is practically glowing, the smile that stretches over his face unbelievably exaggerated as he continues to come closer. He's so distracted he doesn't notice that Bruno is on the opposite end of the hallway, forced to come to a halt before they bump into each other.

"Well this is a surprise," Bruno mutters with a raised brow. " you're in a good mood," he teases while taking a step back to admire his friend's jovial mood.

"If I'd have to guess, I'd say it has something to do with the message I just received," he remarks, going as far as to bring it out of his pocket.

"Bucciarati, he's such a jerk," he reads your message out loud, briefly bringing his eyes back up to the man who continues to smile.

"You, I assume," he said with certainty, and it makes Leone smirk.

"What can I say," he proceeds to say, the way his entire face is glowing proof that whatever just happened between the two of you had left the man with plenty to think of.

"- She looks so damn cute sometimes..." Abbacchio mutters moreso to himself, as though it's all the justification he needs.

Bruno can’t help but let his shoulders fall with a touch of disappointment.

It’s not that he didn’t approve of their relationship, but he did find it a tad frustrating that the two chose to keep playing such mindless games with each other rather than just mature and admit their feelings.

"I think I have an idea, " Bruno replied, not feeling so bad for the other man after all, considering all the times he’s gotten the best out of you.

“Anyways...” he starts, moving forward and explaining to you your destination.

You listen attentively, hoping you’ll come back sooner than expected.

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maraschino-girl · 5 months

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Cupid's Bullet 🏹

❀ Not all arrows give superhuman powers. Some are painless, light, nearly undetectable, until you gaze at your friend after a dance with Death, and you realize he's prettier than the setting sun.

Guido Mista / Giorno Giovanna

one-shot, fluff, first kiss !!

no applicable warnings

~2k words

just a kiss between Two Bros, just some Homies smoochin'

ᝰ.ᐟ NOTES: this is my first time writing jojo and I'm PRETTY proud of it yay 💜

It’s not often Team Bucciarati earns free time, especially during the thunderstorm they’re stuck in. After having the dark cloud of the Squadra Esecuzioni loom over them, it’s a blessing just to enjoy a mild dinner on the road. White Album nearly cracked Giorno and Mista but they’re able to rest, albeit with glances over their shoulders.

Venice is an exquisite, elegant city, stuffed full of nooks and crannies perfect for a nap or stargazing, so Mista takes advantage of it, surprisingly roping his newfound comrade Giorno along for the ride. He drags the blond to a secluded alleyway that opens up to a canal splitting the streets in two.

“This is a familiar place,” Mista states as he sits on the edge of the C-shaped stone bridge. “I was here, uh, let’s see, I think I was 14-years-old? And I was on a so-called date.” He acts out the air quotes.

“So-called date? How so?” Giornor perches next to him, his body taut from the lingering adrenaline.

Mista flashes a grin. “A bella outside the theatre caught my attention and I asked if she wanted to go get sorbet. She agreed and we enjoyed grapefruit sorbet right back there,” he points, “then we sat here watching the sunset. She started telling me about her home life and what she wants to be when she grows up.”

Giorno leans in, attempting to feign interest Mista thinks but his exhaustion and stress is starting to bother him. “What did she want to be?”

Mista pauses, acting like he’s reaching deep into the recesses of his mind to snag the memory. “She wanted to be an astronaut.” Acting out the scene, his fingers crossed like he’s holding a cigarette and then inhaling the tobacco, pitching his voice up. “I’m gonna fly high, and you’ll see my face on the news for that International Space thing they’re doing. Just watch.”

He drops the act. “I told her I’ll watch out for her. We kept talking as we smoked, enjoying each other’s company. She was really sweet, honestly.”

Out of everything to focus on, Giorno picked the simplest detail. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t, usually, but I will if it’s offered.” Although, Mista prefers he ask that, and not where that sweet gal might’ve gone. He found out later she did make the news, and she did fly high, but for the wrong reasons.

⭀ To be continued⥫

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #giomis #guido mista #giorno giovanna #mista x giorno #fanfic #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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Hello hello hello! I hope your day/night has been good so far <3 I'm here to request Giorno with black!Reader (preferably female!) who asks him what kind of girls he likes and a casually describes her if that's ok? 🤭

Never Would Have Thought — Giorno x fem!black reader

contains: use of alcohol

this request was so cute omg!! i hope i did it justice!! (also to those who sent a request, yes i have seen it and yes i will get to it!! things are just going really slow rn bc i wanna write these well and i have a lot of work to do but i WILL get to them 🫶🏾)

part 2

“Since when did you pregame?”

A light smile etched it’s way onto your lips as you watched Giorno take a swig of your bottled drink, his actions as dainty as ever. You’re not sure why, but the way the alcohol easily slipped down his throat and the way his adam’s apple bobbled with each gulp, entranced you.

“I never ‘didn’t’ pregame, just never felt like doing it. ” He rasped once the bottle was free from his lips.

Wiping his free hand over his mouth, Giorno signalled the bottle in your direction. He leaned back onto your bed and propped himself up, the slacks of the furniture creaking along with his movements.

Your smile was light.

“Well, it’s a nice change. I’m not sure if this party's gonna be any good so at least I know someone’s gonna be turnt with me.”

Taking the bottle from him, you took a drink of your own. It was now Giorno’s turn to be inquisitive as his sky blue eyes watched the way your mouth clasped the rim, your thick glossy lips in the same place his just were. An ‘indirect kiss’, as Mista would say.

Actually, speaking of the guy…

“Whens Guido getting here?” Giorno asked, his eyes now focused on your bedroom walls as yours were now focused on him.

With a quick expression of remembrance you lowered the bottle from your mouth. Some of it splashing onto your chin.

“Oh, yeah! He said he’s gonna be running a bit late coz’ his car needs a jumpstart.” You picked up your phone that sat besides you on your bed, unlocking the device and opening up the chat messages between you and Mista.

Giorno deeply wanted to groan at Mista’s negligence to invest in another car, especially since he was supposed to be your ride to the party tonight. With the amount of money he spent trying to fix the one he had, he’d do better off selling it for scrap parts and buying a much newer and much mote reliable model.

It was even more annoying because Giorno’s warned him plenty times that the unreliability of the car was an impediment to everyone, especially Giorno himself because he currently had his license suspended (don’t ask).

However, part of him was grateful for Mista’s inability to listen to others and seek wise guidance because if Mista was going to take forever to get here, it meant that in the mean time, Giorno would get to spend ‘forever’ with you.

“Dang, that sucks.” The Joestar eyed the way some of the alcohol droplets darkened spots into your shirt. “What should we do in the mean time then?”

Locking and then discarding your phone, you wiped at all the spilled liquid that splattered your clothes and face. For his own sanity, Giorno had to glance away. Even though you were comfortable with each other, he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t ogle your innocent reveal of deeper cleavage.

Shrugging, you passed the bottle back to the blonde.

“Dunno.” When Giorno received the drink from you, you took that as your queue to flop down onto your bed. However, after not even three seconds of rest, you sat back up.

“Actually, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

With a roll of your eyes, you dismissed his predictable comment.

“God, you’re so corny.”

Giorno wanted to laugh freely, but his mouth was still full of alcohol (and the distant taste of artificial cherry lip gloss), and so he had to laugh with his mouth closed. You slightly pushed him to the side in reaction, your contact light as he swayed twice.

“No, I’m being for real. Like, I’m curious about something.” You piped.

Whilst he was gulping back what was already in his mouth, you wondered how you were going to phrase your question. Since Giorno was quite reserved you didn’t want to ask him anything that would make him uncomfortable or pry in a direction he didn’t deem fit. However, with undiluted alcohol now running through both of your blood streams you think now would be the best of times to ask.

“What’s your type?”

At the stating of your question Giorno covered his mouth with his fist. As his eyes stared at you with hooded austere, he made sure to swallow the rest of his drink and place the bottle down before properly replying.

“My type? As in girls?” He queried.

“Or guys. I see the way you look at Mister Mista sometimes, I can’t just presume.”

The blonde blinked at you twice before breaking out into a short yet loud guffaw. He was able to laugh properly now and for that he was grateful. He always seemed to find you so amusing.

“I…Please.”

With an easy yet questionable smile, you answered back.

“What’s so funny, I’m being serious!”

“I know you are.” Waving his hand, Giorno was quick to console your presumptions. “But no, that’s not the case.”

You nodded in clarification, understanding where he was coming from but you still wanted an answer. Looking over at the guy, you allowed your giddy emotions of anticipation to decorate your face.

“Okay, so?” You cheesed. This was something you definitely wanted to know now.

“My type.” He thought aloud.

Giorno has an idea of what his type is.

In fact, he was very aware of who he wanted and why he liked them. All that left for him to do was contemplate if now was the time for him to be wholly honest.

Either way, Giorno doesn’t think you’d appreciate him telling you the answer so easily. He knows you were always up for a tease and so he pretended to hum in thought.

“My type is… girls that wear cherry lipgloss.”

The pupils of your eyes rolled upwards into your head as a loud and low groan bellowed out from your mouth.

“Giooornoo, that ain’t a type. Anyone can wear cherry lipgloss, the hell? I can wear cherry lipgloss. In fact I’m wearing some right now.”

“Really?” He teased.

You moved closer towards him and smacked your lips in his direction so that he could smell the whaft of your gloss. The alcohol playing Tomb Raider within Giorno’s veins made it easier for him to lean right in and take a intruding smell. God, his nose was so close to your lips that any closer would warrant that he’d be smelling NK Cherry gloss for the rest of the night.

“Oh right. So you are.” He breathed once he pulled back.

Like he didn’t already know that.

“Your type. Tell it to me.” You pried.

Laying backwards onto your bed, Giorno folded his hands together as he looked up at your ceiling. However a spark of anxiety clicked on within his chest as his eyes anxiously focused on the adolescent glow stars that stuck above him.

Part of him wondered if he should be genuinely honest with you now because yeah, he wants to tell you the truth, but the conscious part of him was holding back. It’s not like he wouldn’t say anything — Giorno’s already decided that he was going to tell you — he just hopes he doesn’t regret his decision.

“I like when a girls inquisitive about my interests and the things I like.” He said.

Before you could even register it, a soft sigh left your mouth.

You joined Giorno in lying down properly on your bed. Momentarily closing your eyes you gathered your thoughts before turning your head in your friend’s direction, your cheek squashed against your duvet.

“Giogio. You know, you’re great — Great, great, great guy — but I’ll be straight with you and tell you that was kinda lame.”

You brought a friendly hand over to lay on his chest, shaking him as he lay next to you. A warm smile made it’s way onto the blonde’s face as he let himself be shaken by you. He realises then, in his mind, that he likes it when you touch him.

You stopped shaking the man once he had laid his hand on top of yours, his nimble individual limbs easily finding your own and clasping between the slots of your fingers.

From that alone, your breath hitched in your throat.

The both of you usually held hands. Well, not usually, but it was normal for you to hold each other in close vicinity. And you never thought anything wildly of it; because Giorno was your good friend (right?) and these actions never meant anything more than that (right?!).

So right now, concerning that Giorno was giving you a look you’d never seen him give you before, all you could do was speculate that this was the effects of alcohol and that there was nothing ulterior behind his behaviour.

“C’mon man, gimme something solid.” You softly churned, smile warm and pupils doey.

Cerulean eyes stared back at you with intrigue but you didn’t know how to receive his approach. But once you felt Giorno’s thumb endearingly rub at your skin, you knew he was finally going to be serious with you.

“I like girls that pregame with me on top of their bed whilst we wait for our other friend to get here so he can drive us to dead parties.” He humbly mumbled.

Embarrassingly, it took you awhile to catch the hint Giorno was throwing you, eyebrows profusely furrowed with mild confusion. But it’s when you finally caught on, that your eyes widened with shock.

“Wait, oh…You—Giorno.”

The blonde held his tongue from replying straight away. More so because his heart was hammering against his chest, and he’s so sure you could hear it too, but even more so because he wanted to know your immediate reply.

But despite the confession, you felt oddly calm. A part of you knew you were supposed to feel a certain way because you’re really good friend had just revealed to you that you were his ideal type.

Or did he?

Knowing how much of a tease Giorno could be, you wondered if it was just that he was baiting you with.

Pouting, you questioned his casual confession.

“You better not just be saying that as a joke.” You unsurely asked.

Shaking his head, the blonde assured you else wise. You didn’t miss how his hands clasped onto yours tighter.

“No, I give you my word. I meant what I said. You’re genuinely my ideal type.” He muttered the last part.

Breathing heavily out of your nose you had to close your eyes for a second. You hadn’t planned or readied yourself for a confession tonight. Hell, you’d prepared for a rubbish party — not for one of your greatest friends to tell you… this.

A long whine made it’s way out of your throat as you covered your eyes with your other arm.

“Giogio, why didn’t you say something sooner, man? Why is it only now that I’ve asked you your type that you confess this to me?”

Despite your whine, the Joestar knew you were doing anything but.

Giorno gave you a pleasant smile as he raised your joined hands to his lips, giving the partnership an impromptu kiss on your side. Your skin flickered with the aftertouch of his kiss once he dropped your hands back onto his chest.

“How else was I going to tell you? Blurt it out in a raw confession in front of everyone we know? You don’t like that typa stuff.”

With a face of denial you removed your arm from your eyes as you hummed sarcastically.

“Uhm. How do you know that’s not what I’d want?”

“Because I know you.” He instantly quipped.

“Because you know me?”

“Mhm.”

All you could do was sigh humorously. Maybe the alcohol was getting to your head because how was this happening right now and how were you so casual about it?!

“Giorno, you’re so silly.” You cutely cooed as a giggle unapprovingly trickled out of your mouth.

The Joestar couldn’t help but to watch over you with a joy that he knows he hadn’t felt before. Maybe you did have a point; why did it take so long for him to confess to you?

A part of him felt ashamed that it was you who had to spark that journey in him. He hadn’t even cared that you were yet to confess back — and he wouldn’t force that of you; you had no obligation to feel the same way. But there was something churning at Giorno’s chest, nudging at his heart that assured him that wasn’t something he had to worry about.

All he wanted to do right now was embask in this moment with you, pregame or not.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. Your eyes were very pretty. Also, since when did your face get this close? “But you like em’ silly.”

Laughing again, you couldn’t help but to watch Giorno’s face with full intent of communicating a speechless message.

Squeezing his hand, you huffed aloud.

“Shit, you really do know me.”

(Sixteen minutes later, Mista arrives at your front door in a bounty of condolences, apologising profusely for his tardiness.

It then took him seven more minutes to notice how the two of you were intimately holding hands and staring enchantedly into each other’s eyes.)

#giorno x y/n #giorno x reader #giorno x black reader #giorno giovanna #jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #golden wind

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disneyprincessabby · 1 year

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No for real though I honestly i had this funny story in my head that for racing lightning just dyed it red cause it was fun not little high light but fully on red to the point were no one knows his hair is blonde until he decides just take it off lol I wonder how his friends and family would think, it just so funny to me if not a single person knew he was blonde until one day boom he's blonde

Honestly I’ve seen a few headcanons/fics about this concept and I friggin love it.

I’ve seen some where it’s post-crash during Cars 3 and Lightning just lets his hair grow out and eventually the blonde just grows out to the point where it’s more blonde than red lol

Anywho, here’s how I think the Radiator Springs fam would react to finding out he’s actually blonde:

Sally is the first one to notice. She lives with Lightning, she was bound to notice at some point. It was during the off-season, she saw the blonde roots peeking out from the top of Lightning’s head. She wasn’t shocked or anything, just wasn’t expecting him to be blonde lol deep down she actually likes his hair blonde more than when it’s red.

The rest of the Radiator Springs crew found out shortly after Sally did. Lightning’s hair grows pretty fast and the blonde was definitely showing quite a bit before the start of the racing season. Doc thought he was stupid for dying it red just for racing, but he’d never say it in so many words. Mater, Flo, Ramone and Luigi like the red hair: they think it suits him really well. Guido, Sarge, Fillmore and Red prefer the blonde, but they think the red looks good too. Lizzie thinks the red is nicer, but honestly she sometimes forgets that it’s actually Lightning when his hair is blonde.

Cruz, however, was shocked beyond belief. When she first saw him with blonde hair, she didn’t even realize he was Lightning! In her mind he was a completely different person. She saw him sitting with Sally at Flo’s or something, hair fully blonde (he decided to stop dying it after Cruz’s first season) and she had no idea it was him!

Cruz: Hey miss Sally! Who’s your friend?

Lightning: it’s me, Cruz

Cruz, in shock: MR. MCQUEEN?!

Cruz, still in shock: My whole life is a lie…

#lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #cars 2 #cars 3 #asks #blonde Lightning McQueen

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boomboxboi · 8 months

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The Gang-Stars and how they like their coffee ☕️

Bruno Bucciarati

Medium roast

One cream

A drizzle of honey

Hot much not scalding

Especially enjoyable during the sunrise on the balcony with some fresh air

He is already dressed and his hair is done in his typical fashion

Leone Abbacchio

Dark roast

No sugar or creamer

May occasionally add honey in it

Scalding hot

First thing in the morning

In a robe and very cranky

Do not interact until he is done

Pannacotta Fugo

Dark roast

No sugar

One creamer

Lukewarm

Must be reading while drinking it

May drink three cups depending on how invested he is while reading

Narancia Ghirga

French Vanilla Cappuccino

Extra creamer

It’s mostly just milk with some caffeine

He will run a mile a minute after he drinks it

But will immediately crash afterwards

Coffee is a special occasion

Limited to one

Guido Mista

Affogato with a simple caramel drizzle

He shares with the pistols but they go crazy and then crash

He offers to share with Narancia if he promises to not tell anyone

Narancia always tells someone

Does not need the affogato but enjoys it

But if you offer simple coffee, he’ll take whatever you give him with no complaints

Giorno Giovanna

He also drinks coffee however it is offered to him

But if he makes coffee, he prefers a blonde roast

One sugar

No creamer

Hot on a cold morning while staring out a window and enjoying the scenery

#jojo part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #bruno buccellati #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #leone abbacchio #giorno giovanna #coffee #some are picky and some are not #just silly things #i need coffee

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cloverque · 7 months

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paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, prologue

1011 words

The Escort Team– a top secret group in Passione. They were tasked with transporting people, such as influential figures and politicians. At times, they even took charge of material objects. The identities of the small but capable group were known to few, their faces a hushed topic among the mafiosos. To summarise, their exploits were countless and they were considered Passione's elite.

At times, due to the varying talents of the members, they assisted other groups in missions. Some of their members doubled as trackers or medics. Among them stood an extraordinary member, a stand user. And that same member was–

"(y/n)."

You stood at the doorway of the large room. Seated behind a great mahogany desk was none other than the Boss himself: Don Giovanna. He was a handsome man with golden wavy locks that cascaded down his chest. Your leader wore a pristine white suit with ladybug pins at his breasts. An ebony suit hung from his shoulders.

Standing by him was none other than his best friend and loyal comrade, Guido Mista. He wore his signature look: a criss-cross cropped sweater and tiger striped pants. Today he sported a matching set of red and green. Very Christmas-y.

You closed the door behind you and approached your Don. When you reached the desk, you fell to one knee and bowed before him. He watched you through thick blonde lashes.

"It's an honor to be called personally by you, Don Giovanna. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

A moment of silence ensued the two of you. You lifted your head, grinning. The man broke the quiet with a heavy sigh.

"You do this everytime I ask for you. Stop talking like you worship the ground I walk on, (y/n)." The mafioso shook his head. He gazed down at you with a questioning look. "And stand up, there's no need for that from you."

"Yeah, stop acting like we aren't old buds!" Mista scoffed, jutting out a hip. His gun sat snuggly in the holster hanging from his belt.

Holding your hands up, you chuckled, "Alright, you got me there. I'll stop." You got to your feet and dusted your knee. When you finished, you returned your gaze to Giorno. "But seriously, is something up? Besides our weekly tea parties, you guys don't call me in personally. Especially not on a weekend."

The blonde nodded and produced a vanilla folder. He set it on the table and slid it towards you. Resting his cheek on his ring laced knuckles, he angled his head gently.

"I'd like to personally assign you on an assassination mission. There's a guy I'd like to be taken out." You opened the folder and poured out pictures of a man.

An Eastern man, you realised whilst scrutinising them. Possibly a high-flying diplomat or politician, judging from the number of bodyguards surrounding him. You scratched an imaginary beard as you went through the photographs.

"I need you and your partner to gain the trust of the enemy in order to get close to him. I've estimated the mission will take a few months to be accomplished."

Your eyes remained hyper-focused on the images, "But he doesn't look local. I thought we wouldn't involve ourselves in international affairs. Who's this guy to you?"

He blinked languidly. "You'll find out eventually."

That's all you needed to hear. You considered yourself to be an overly curious individual, with a need to have an answer for almost everything. But after years of serving Giorno– and the adventures you shared to take down the previous boss– you trusted him enough to cut the questioning. Whoever the enemy was, he must've been a lowly creature to incite Giorno's wrath.

With that in mind, you set down the photos. A casual wave of your hand opened up the folder and enclosed the photos within it. It sealed itself and slid back to Giorno, who gazed at you expectantly.

"Well the guy must be a real threat if you've enlisted my help." You nodded firmly, "I've got it. Leave it to me!"

"I knew I could count on you," Giorno exhaled, seemingly out of relief.

You chuckled softly and walked past his desk. Standing behind his chair, you crossed your arms over the headrest and leaned in. A cheeky grin crossed your face.

"Oh! But when I get back, I'll be expecting a reward. A million lire won't do it! You'll have to treat me to some fancy teacakes during our next tea party."

The blonde man closed his eyes in silent agreement, and you hummed happily to yourself.

"But who's the person she'll be working with? You know she's not equipped for assignations, right, Giorno?" Lamented Mista, who joined you on the other side of the chair.

All of a sudden, the Sex Pistols came into view. The tiny creatures floated around the chair. One of them crossed its arms, nostrils flaring. "Send us too! We're built for that sorta work!"

"Yeah, what Number One said!"

"We'll do a better job than (y/n)!"

You pouted and flicked one of them away. Number Six went spiraling into a corner. "Flap your lips some more and you'll be sure to regret it..."

As the yellow beings argued with you, Passione's boss opened a drawer and took out a photo. He showed it to Mista and you, and you raised your brows curiously. In it was a man in a yellow button up with a unique purple jacket. You leaned forward, gripping the plush headrest.

"That guy... I know I've seen him before." Mista recollected.

You rubbed your chin thoughtfully, "Me too. Giorno, who is this guy? Is he an assassin?”

The blonde set down the image on his desk. The three of you fixed your gazes on it. He clasped his ring clad fingers together.

"Correct. The man in the photo is Prosciutto. He's from the Hitman Team." Without looking at you, Giorno announced confidently, "And you'll be working with him on this special mission."

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silly-l1ttle-guy · 5 months

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MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM VARIOUS DIFFERENT MEDIA

and the reasons why i like them

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JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Noriaki Kakyoin - I just think he's neat

Risotto Nero - he's emo

Kars - HE'S HOT!!!!

Joseph Joestar - goofy as fuck

Josuke Higashikata - he's so silly it's unreal

Leone Abbacchio - depressed alcoholic? that's a favourite character right there

Caesar Zeppeli - I like him :]

Pannacotta Fugo - I think he's an interesting character (also because of phf)

Robert E.O Speedwagon - waifu

Diavolo - pathetic little bitch

Vinegar Doppio - pathetic little meow meow

Guido Mista - he's pretty chill, I like him

Ghiaccio - fuck dude why do I like all the angry ones

N'doul - i saw him and immediately liked him

Narciso Anasui - i could fix him.

Enrico Pucci - birthing hips

Okuyasu Nijimura - love me a dumb bitch

Rohan Kishibe - cunty

Foo Fighters - water

Hot Pants - please step on me

Diego Brando - DINOSAUR!!!

Johnny Joestar - he was really well written! also he looks like a twink

Yasuho Hirose - silly!!!

Josuke Higashikata8 - silly!!!

Santana - silly!!!

Wamuu - big man tits

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SCOTT PILGRIM

Matthew Patel - pathetic little emo (my favourite breed of man)

Scott Pilgrim - pathetic simp (me too)

Ramona Flowers - please step on me

Lucas Lee - himbo

Knives Chau - Silly!!!

Wallace Wells - he's an icon

Young Neil - Silly!!!

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STARDEW VALLEY

Sebastian - emo

Elliot - he has nice hair

Abigail - slay queen

Sam - silly!!!

Shane - depressed alcoholic

Krobus - silly!!!

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OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB

Tamaki Suoh - stupid blond bitch

Haruhi Fujioka - you go girl

Honey - cutie patootie

Mori - love me a good silent type

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CHAINSAW MAN

Denji - he's so relatable (i want to touch tits too)

Power - CAT LOVER

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UNDERTALE + DELTARUNE

Kris - non binary icon

Suzie - lesbian icon

Ralsei - icon

sans - haha funny skeleton guy

Papyrus - autistic icon

Flower - the flower

Toriel - love her

Alphys - lesbian icon

Undyne - lesbian icon

Mettaton - gay icon

Grillby - he's HOT (get it?)

Queen - feel like a fem queen

Lancer - an icon

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POKEMON

Ingo - haha funny train man with no memories

Emmet - haha funny train man

Pierce - emo

Raihan - silly!!!

Leon - silly!!!

Hop - silly!!!

Arven - :(

Melli - stuck up bitch

Adaman - "bisexuals are gonna love this guy"

Irida - silly!!!

Brock - simp

Allister - silly!!!

Jessie - girlboss

James - crossdressing icon

N - long hair

Volo - i HATED this guy at first, then thought "nvm he's cool"

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OMORI

Kel - silly!!!

Aubrey - auby

Hero - slay king

Mari - yippee!!!

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DIALTOWN

Randy Jade - pathetic

Phonegingi - GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH

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DAYSHIFT AT FREDDY'S

Dave - vegas

Jack - i like him

Dee - you go girl

Roger - baby

Harry - i like him

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FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

Glamrock freddy - way to go superstar

Funtime Freddy - same va as diavolo

Michael Afton - Michael Afton

William Afton - JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY

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WELCOME TO DEMON SCHOOL! IRUMA-KUN

Alice Asmodeus - gay icon

Clara Valac - silly!!!

Ameri Azazel - girlboss

Opera - non binary icon

Kalego Naberius - emo

Sabro Sabnock - HE'S GOT SO MUCH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IT'S GREAT

Lied Shax - silly!!!

Shichiro Balam - gentle giant

General Furfur - same english va as diavolo

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #jojo golden wind #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgrim's precious little life #scott pilgrim vs the world #welcome to demon school iruma kun #five nights at freddy's #dayshift at freddy's #dialtown #undertale #deltarune #omori #pokémon #chainsaw man #ouran high school host club #stardew valley

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hakasims · 2 years

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The Ultimate And Entirely Correct Ranking Of Every Single Luca Marinelli Movie Love Interest

This post is exactly what it says in the title: I take every single movie Luca has ever been in, extract every single love interest of his and rank them all from worst to best both as characters and as love interests to those specific Lucas. The ranking is 100% biased. Of course, I’ll do my best to rationalize the placement of this or that character, but sometimes I just hate a bitch and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

Also: Feel free to call me out on my blatant misogyny, since it’s pretty obvious that I actually genuinely hate women instead of bad writing, incompetent directing, underwhelming acting or just plain offensive character work.

Ok, let’s go. Obviously, spoiler alert for Luca’s entire filmography.

22. Antonia (Tutti i santi giorni)

This. This is a bitch I hate. She may or may not be the sole reason I’ve even decided to make this list. I hate her so much it made me hate her actress as a person, even though I have no idea what she’s like. The fact that this movie feels like her vanity project with this character as her self-insert doesn’t help, of course.

Why is Antonia the worst? Because she is aimless, entitled, bratty, whiny, envious, controlling, abusive, self-centered, self-pitying - and she never changes. She has no character arc to speak of, she never apologizes or redeems herself for all the shit she pulls (i.e. kidnapping a pregnant woman’s child and cheating on her boyfriend for the sole purpose of hurting him, even though she was already planning on leaving him anyway) and she gets a happy ending she doesn’t deserve. People might say she is traumatized by her past domestic abuse and miscarriage, but this is bullshit because: A) her ex-boyfriend beating her in the past is never treated seriously by the narrative, nor is the abuser himself portrayed as a monster (he’s more of a goofy dumbass, classy); B) usually when a character does something cruel because of their trauma, it happens in the first half of the movie, giving them a chance to work through their shit and move on a better person, whereas Antonia does it fifteen minutes before the end of the movie, and there is zero work involved. She doesn’t even get Guido’s forgiveness because he’s never mad at her in the first place. She hurts him and he begs her to come back. The movie literally tells us she doesn’t have to become a better person, nor does she need to overcome her trauma. She just needs to get married, i.e. something she specifically didn’t want to do at the start. I guess that’s what constitutes for an arc around here. Fuck Antonia and fuck the people who defend her.

Ok, now that I’ve lost half of you, let’s continue with less controversial takes.

21. Claudia (Lasciati andare)

This one is easy. Ettore robs a jewelry store and goes to prison for that, with the jewelry still hidden. Claudia steals the booty from him, fucking KEEPS IT and lets him go back to prison for that! What a bitch! Not to mention she’s insanely annoying. The only character worse than her in that movie is the curmudgeonly main character. This film is unberable, you guys.

20. Antonella (Slam - Tutto per una ragazza)

She isn’t so much Valerio’s love interest as she is his ex, but this is my arbitrary list, and I find this bitch annoying enough to want to mention her. She’s a Cool Mom and she’s dumb as a rock. I hate everything she says, does and stands for. Literally zero redeeming qualities.

19. Elena Orsini (Martin Eden)

I find her so annoying I actually made a Martin Eden/Legally Blonde gifset with her as Warner. She is snobbish because she’s rich and educated but she has no idea how useless and pointless she is as a person. She is literally a tiny piece of nothing. Fuck her smug little face and fuck Martin for being dumb enough to build his entire life around wanting to please her.

18. Nina (Nina)

She is sinfully bland and boring and her wardrobe is that of a child.

17. Edward Pilaster (Die Pfeiler der Macht)

Mickey Miranda is a world class slut and he wasn’t happy at all with having to fuck this guy, which is saying a lot. Edward is needy, pathetic, talentless, worthless, and he has the audacity to be entitled because he’s rich. He didn’t deserve to be manipulated and used the way he was, but he’s no sugar plum, ok?

16. Augusta Pilaster (Die Pfeiler der Macht)

The mother of the aforementioned, she’s quite bad, though in completely different ways than her son. She’s cruel and scheming, and people have died because of her, but I give her points for girlbossiness her son doesn’t possess.

15. Alice Della Rocca (La solitudine dei numeri primi)

She didn’t really do anything wrong. She just annoyed the shit out of me.

14. Vittorio (Non essere cattivo)

Let’s not argue whether he counts as a love interest. He does, moving on. I just want to make things perfectly clear: I don’t hate Vittorio because he stopped using and left his best friend behind. Drug addiction is complicated, and helping addicts who don’t want to be helped is basically impossible. No, the reason I hate Vittorio is his treatment of the women in his life. He is a total dick to Viviana, having no issues insulting and humiliating her in front of other people. At the same time, he becomes a limp, spineless slug as soon as Linda waves her sandy vag in front of his dumb face, and then he basically spends the rest of the movie being her little bitch. Fuck Vittorio, for real. (Fuck Linda too, btw, if she qualified for this list she’d be right there with Antonia.)

13. Mia (Il padre d’Italia)

Part of me agrees that nobody asked Paolo to play a white night to some random pregnant lady he doesn’t know, but the fact that Mia is so dismissive and ungrateful is annoying. Not to mention it’s kinda uncool to drink, smoke and take drugs while you’re pregnant. Mia is trashy, but she isn’t as bad or as annoying as the people before her.

12. Fulvia (Una questione privata)

That “got nothing in my brain” Taylor Swift meme is about her. Also she called Milton ugly.

11. Florence Stalworthy-Pilaster (Die Pfeiler der Macht)

She is Edward’s young wife and a sweet, naive girl who became a pawn in Augusta and Mickey’s scheme. She didn’t do anything wrong and she didn’t deserve any of this shit.

10. Eva Kant (Diabolik)

Seeing how much I hated this movie, I’m very surprised Eva is so high on the list. I attribute this to her basically carrying this whole so-called plot on her shoulders and actually doing stuff.

9. Enrica “Puny” Rignon (Fabrizio de André - Principe libero)

She’s positioned as the worse of Fabrizio’s two wives but really, what did she do wrong? Knew her worth and hated being cheated on? Honestly, Puny is perfect. It’s not her fault she wasn’t her slutty husband’s One True Love.

8. Lei (Ricordi?)

She’s sweet and cute and perfect and she’s played by Linda Caridi. What more do you need?

7. Mario (Il padre d’Italia)

Who else is enough of a saint to continue being a shoulder to cry on for their ex? The same person who is ready to sacrifice a lot of time and money to travel across the country to fetch that same ex and bring him back home after he got his heart broken, that’s who.

6. Margherita (Martin Eden)

Take Mario’s saintliness and apply it to a love interest of a character who is way more of a pill than Paolo. Margherita deserves to have streets and bridges named after her.

5. Viviana (Non essere cattivo)

There’s literally nothing wrong with Viviana. She’s wonderful: loving, supportive, caring, and resourceful. She deserved the world.

4. Maria (Maria di Nazaret)

She’s THE Mary, Mother of Jesus, but her biggest achievement is not murdering her useless piece of shit husband. She deserved Oscar Isaac but instead she got one of the worst-written Luca characters in history.

3. Dori Ghezzi (Fabrizio de André - Principe libero)

As the actual One True Love of the main character, she gets to be quite high on the list, not to mention her patience, loyalty, bravery and literally her perfection.

2. Joe aka Yusuf Al-Kaysani (The Old Guard)

Whaat?! Joe isn’t number one?! But he’s literally perfect! Yes, I know. I told you I was biased.

1. Leonardo (Trust)

It’s not a movie, and Leonardo isn’t Primo’s real, canonical love interest? I don’t give a shit. He’s smart, resourceful, level-headed, loyal, and Primo totally wants to bang him. This is my list, and Leo is number one.

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