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fave-fight · 9 months

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ROUND 1, MATCH 26

NO MAGIC, POWERS, OR WEAPONS

Dr. Coomer:

“i… don’t think he would win.”

“HELLO, GORDON!”

Floyd Leech:

“If he stays in human form and has no mage stones, he's just Some Guy, so he still qualifies. This mafia motherfucker would FIGHT. One time when faced with a monster, everyone else was like "oh no, we need magic" and he was like "nah, let's punch it" and then he DID. He hasn't used his pointy teeth in canon yet, but he could in theory bite someone if necessary, and it would hurt like a bitch. He'd fight dirty, I just know it. Let him punch everything and then get punched in the face, it'd be so great.”

“This guy is a menace who almost never uses weapons or tools to terrorize people. He's strong and athletic, smart enough to get what he wants on a whim, and squeezes contract-breakers until they faint on a regular basis.”

“NOTE: Floyd is a magic boy, but the “no mage stone” thing is there because it means he won’t be able to use magic, because people in Twisted Wonderland can’t without accumulating deadly magic toxin unless they have the stones. He’s also a merman, but he’d be in his human form. His human form does have pointy teeth (like the anime character kind) but I’m not sure if they have any real effect in game other than to intimidate people. Other people in this game have them too who are allegedly “human.” And again, plenty of “human” anime characters have them. Myfeeling is that they shouldn’t be disqualifying on their own. This game is about magic boys at a magic school, but don’t worry, they get into traditional fist-fights so often it’s literally a randomly generated event that can happen in your Guest Room space. And Floyd Leech would never use magic in a fist-fight. He’d think that was “no fun” or “totally lame.” His signature magical spell just nullifies other people’s magic that targets him… so he can fight them with his fists. Since no one else here has magic, it’s totally irrelevant. Also I’m not sure he uses fists so much as he does something to his opponents that he describes as “squeezing” them. I don’t know entirely what he means by that when he’s in his human form, but how much it scares the faceless NPC students indicates to me that he’s found a way to make it work. I do know it’s supposed to have a whole mafia vibe to it. Because his dad (and his childhood friend he lowkey sort-of works for) have real mafia boss energy. And Floyd’s basically decided that if he’s going to do this mafia shtick it’s Capo or bust. Floyd doesn’t always feel like doing stuff, due to his wildly unpredictable mood swings, but it honestly seems like the thing he can most easily be convinced to do is beat the shit out of people. During the “Beanfest” event (which was somewhat analogous to a paintball match), he insisted on throwing his weapon away and beating up aforementioned childhood friend even though the game was over and he’d already lost, just because apparently “once Floyd has decided to fight nothing can be done about it" and you just have to fight him if you want to get on with the rest of your day. He’d started out that event “not really in the mood” but somehow ended up spending the entire day beating the hell out of every person he ran into. In the camping event, when all of the boys were being picked off by a monster in the woods one at a time and were panicking because they didn’t have magestones or cellphones and therefore couldn’t defend themselves with magic or call an adult for help, Floyd was literally just like “why don’t we just beat the shit out of it?” And then he DID. And it was awesome. But before you think he’s just some sort of dumb thug, let me assure you that Floyd is actually one of Night Raven’s most intelligent students. He has a photographic memory and can create valuable gems in alchemy class with minimal effort. Unfortunately, his mood swings make it impossible for him to maintain a decent GPA. But he’s actually a smart, tactical fighter. He’s just violent and unstable. Oh and if you’re wondering, his personality is generally abrasive and confrontational. He regularly starts arguments with the most volatile people at the school, just to mess with them and see where it goes because he’s bored. Finally, if it sweetens the deal for anyone, Floyd would wear some killer designer shoes to this fight. Don’t worry, they wouldn’t be dangerous/weaponized. They’d just be expensive and custom made. You know, so he can get upset when someone scuffs them up. Like for real, is there anyone who deserves to be in a crazy bitch fist-fight more than a moody mafia prince who’s secretly some sort of genius, but seems to only truly love fighting and designer footwear? If there is, I can’t think of them. ”

#fight fight fight #round 1 #poll tournament #tournament poll #polls #poll #dr coomer #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #floyd leech #twisted wonderland

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gayboyasher · 4 months

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YOU ASK FOR GHIACCIO YOU GET GHIACCIO (my gay ass was summoned by your post) caaaan I ask for Ghiaccio with a male reader who was like his. Gay awakening. Like I don't think Ghiaccio's ever been like "I'm straight. End of story." But I think being attracted to a dude would still catch him offguard? Hope this is good

THANK YOU

Thank you oh my GODDD. Honestly Ghiaccio drives me NUTS I NEED HIM. I Hope I interpret it right.

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Honestly, everyone at the base just kinda KNEW Ghiaccio was somewhere on the homo-scale. No one knew what though. They had only seen him with a few women, all who only dated him for a few weeks and couldn’t handle him

He jokes that maybe he’ll look another man’s way, but it doesn’t seem like he will he’s too scared

But actually, he doesn’t really understand when a guys flirting with him unlike a women. He only understands Melone’s flirting because it’s Melone, but another guy flirting with him? — YOU flirting with him?? He gets awkward and flustered, and he gets frustrated and just goes as red as his glasses.

He will shove you away awkwardly and storm off. Don’t take it personally though.

He’s having a whole sexuality crisis. He doesn’t know what exactly is going on, because yea, he can appreciate a man, but you’re making him REALLY appreciate a man.

He doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings at the moment. He feels awkward

He’s not really good at talking about them either, so to be safe he just stops talking to you for a while

He’s angry, but not at you. He will be avoiding you for weeks though.

He also doesn’t know where to turn. He can’t talk to Melone about it, because it’s self explanatory, and the only other person he trusts is Rissotto, but he’s not gonna talk to his CAPO about this!!

Maybe let it slip out in front of Prosciutto, only because he’s actually an okay advice giver.

Prosciutto just told him to date you, and he lost his mind. Literally went bat shit banana monkey crazy.

After all of the avoidance you two were put on a mission together to “make up” because Rissotto cannot have conflict in between his gang members. So reluctantly and happily he has to be with you (Prosciutto recommended Rissotto to do this, he will take credit for everything)

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Awkward silence and tired screeching was all that could be heard at the current moment. Ghiaccio was quiet and driving his car faster than usual, almost as if he just wanted to get it all over with. Eventually, he slammed on his breaks, flinging you forward slightly. You clutched onto your seatbelt, looking at him. “What’s wrong? You just almost blew a red light and now your slamming on your damn breaks like a maniac!” He turned to you, sucking his teeth and looking annoyed.

“Haven’t you realized something?? You’re just throwing me off and it’s pissing me off!” He yelled, slamming on the gas and going once the light turned green. His face was a tad bit un-readable, but his body language was clear as day. He seemed a bit on-edge, not knowing what to say. You spoke up again “what are you talking a—“ “The damn flirting! The way you look at me, the way you act! Everything! You’ve got me questioning myself! I don’t get it!” He then turned down a street so fast you guys almost drifted off of the road. He then pulled over, slamming his hands onto the wheel. You sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“I know I never said I was, straight, but now you’re making me think I’m actually gay.” That sentence actually didn’t make sense. The smart guy, the literal grammar police, just said something dumb? “What?” You asked, he started to talk more. “Like, as in, I was questioning for a while, I mean, I think you turned me gay.” Huh. Was that meant to be a compliment? Or was it backhanded? “Being gay isn’t contag—“ “I know! I know! But like, just recently I’ve been looking at you more than like, any women, or anyone.” Then it clicked for both you and him. This mf just had a gay awakening. Poor boy had his first guy crush and didn’t even know what he was doing. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Almost crashed the car and killed us for?” You asked. He stayed silent. Then you started to talk it out with him.

After the conversation, you guys had to rush and get the mission done, and safe to say, you guys returned to the base “reluctantly” holding hands because a stand user attack, and that you guys “would totally not hold hands if you had a choice” in Ghiaccio’s words. (There was no stand attack; he just lied to hold your hand with out being awkward about it in front of everyone) (everyone, and I mean EVERYONE knew he was lying)

#ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #jjba x male reader #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #male reader #masc reader #Ghiaccio x Male Reader #we need more Ghiaccio x male reader #gay awakening

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ask-la-squadra · 3 months

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Question for everyone

Who's the silliest goofster?

Pesci - Pros for sure, he's always calling me silly names such as 'pathetic', and 'pussy'

Melone - Ghiaccio for sure, always ranting about some dumb shit, can't take him seriously though

Proscuitto - Risso's f*cking hat jingles

Formaggio - Risotto

Illuso - Risotto

Ghiaccio - AHSDKSHDKHDKHDKHADK MELONE SHUT THE F*CK UP

Sorbet - Risotto

Gelato - Risotto

Risotto - What kind of Capo would I be if my team understood why I was promoted, humbling them by being silly :)

#jjba #la squadra headcanons #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba au

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strawberrysurecake · 2 years

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Hey just read your tsund hcs of bucci gang and liked the idea.

Going of that how would the gang react if the reader distance themselves and went cold turkey because of the way they are acting.

Feel free to ignore and have a lovely day/evening.

I'm so happy to see other people enjoying tsundere content! I hope you're having an amazing week, too!

For anyone who has yet to read the original Bucci gang tsundere headcanons post, you can find it right here.

And thank you for your patience, anon! I ended up writing so much that some of these headcanons might as well be short fanfics.

Giorno

From soldato to don, he has successfully scaled to the very top of Passione but oddly enough, something is missing

As he shakes hands with Italy's most influential figures, the mystery of your whereabouts never leaves his mind

The last he saw you was five weeks ago when he revealed your promotion to capo and allotted you your very own territory

Despite slyly establishing your territory snug against his own, you have never once dropped by his private villa to see him and your biweekly reports over the phone are short and impersonal

He can't bring himself to meet you without a formal reason so he makes shit up about a spontaneous conference between capos that you're obligated to join

Every capo of Passione is now in his secondary villa and he's stuck interviewing and chatting up every one of them until he finally makes it to you

You conduct yourself far too professionally for his tastes and you often attempt to break free from his company once the conversation steers from business to personal

As you turn to leave, he impulsively grasps your hand, his uncertain eyes pleading to yours

He asks why you've been distant and wonders if he's done something wrong to upset you

Apparently you've been distant because you misinterpreted his detached demeanor for contempt and you only wanted to respect his boundaries now that he's your boss

He sputters as he attempts to correct you, struggling not to make his true feelings obvious in the process

All becomes well when you wrap your arms around him and he tries reciprocating your hug despite the confused glances of the capos surrounding you two

From then on, your biweekly reports are done over brunch; Monday at your house and Thursday at his villa

Bucciarati

The elderly women have stopped gossiping about his prospective relationship with you

While he's puzzled, he's somewhat relieved to get a break from their nosiness

He goes on with his life, a niggling thought of you resident on his mind

Bygone are the days of zipping your mouth shut or threatening to lock your unattached head in a cupboard as you've ceased bothering him with coquetry

Even though you no longer talk to him, he still thinks of you

By chance, he stumbles across you at a local farmers' market

He fondly greets you but you respond monotonously in return

Only now does he realise how much he misses your teasing jests and smug laughter

You don't make a move to shoot a cringeworthy pick-up line so he supposes he'll have to do it himself

"Orange you glad to see me?"

His hand is trembling with awkwardness as he picks up the next fruit, palms sweating

"I think you and I would make a great pear."

When you crack a smile and reply with a berry corny pun of your own, a wave of relief washes over him

You're back to your dumb flirty antics with his dignity as your personal punching bag—the way things should be

Mista

Why is it that whenever he tries to initiate a conversation, you suddenly need to leave?

He misses your sweet laughter and smile and wishes he took the time to admire them before you turned distant

He needs to set things right so the first thing he does after Bucciarati dismisses him for the day is visit a confectionery store

With a box full of your favourite treats in his arms, he knocks on your door and presents them to your stunned self

"Look. I know it seems like I loathe you and all but I swear I do care about you. I'm sorry about the way I've been treatin' you before. I won't avoid you again."

He's elated when you accept his apology though your devilish smirk bemuses him

He learns too late that you have him wrapped around your little finger—all according to your plan

Narancia

After many, many circumstances of repelling your affectionate advances, you seem to have gotten the memo

Days off have become lonely without you following him around like a lost puppy

Now you won't even look him in the eye

He thinks he's hallucinating when he spots your familiar face in a plaza amongst crowds of tourists

He breathes in and calls out to you, bumping and squeezing past tourists as you frantically search for the voice shouting your name

It doesn't bother him how the crowds look at him funny, he just needs you by his side again

Before you can ask what he's doing, he's embracing you, face buried into your neck

"I'm sorry. I don't really mean the things I said or did. You can hug me and you can lean on me all you want. I want things to go back the way things used to be."

Your gentle hands stroking his hair is soothing and he wishes time would freeze to savour it

His face heats up when you ask if you can hold hands while exiting the plaza

"Fine but only 'cause you want to..."

Abbacchio

On a particularly bad day you were having, he snapped at you to go away

To his surprise, you actually did go away

Fear settles in after a few days of dead silence from you

He obsessively stresses over what happened, blaming himself for making your shit week even shittier and wondering if you'll ever talk to him again

He knows he shouldn't be drinking excessively but the aching of his heart is unbearable

He's typically moody when drunk but when it comes to you, he's a completely different type of drunkard

Before he can rethink his actions, he has your number punched into his phone

He wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and heavy dread

He reluctantly summons Moody Blues to replay the phone call he had with you last night

"I miss you, amore. Your face, your voice, your weird questions... Please let me make it up to you. Let me see your smile once again..."

He is so close to withdrawing his Stand in shame until he hears your muffled reply from Moody Blues' ability

Fugo

He is saddened to hear you apologise for avoiding him—something he believes to be soley his fault—but he is intrigued and horrified to know you want to hang out later today

He scrambles to get himself ready and barely makes it to your house on time to take you out

He spends the entire afternoon and evening by your side, visiting any shops or bistros that catch your eye and drinking in your happiness

He's thankful to have made your week little better in the end

After a heated argument regarding his blatant disrespect towards you over the past few days, you swore to never speak to him again

Guilt perturbs him for taking things too far in order to conceal his feelings

Whenever he tries to reach out and apologise, you cut him off and walk away

Trish

A week later, Bucciarati, not knowing of the recent rift between you two, pairs you together for a mission

It feels like some deranged joke to have you in his car but not be able to speak to you

Despite limited communication between you two, you both carry out the mission without fault until an armed enemy with a knife lunges out of the woodwork for you

Against all senses of logic and self-preservation, he rashly leaps in front of the blade and unleashes Purple Haze's virus onto the enemy

Sharp pain burns at his abdomen while you frantically disinfect the wound, angrily lecturing him for being so careless

"I wanted to protect you... I've been such an asshole to you... I'm so sorry... I..."

He embarrassingly faints before he can confess his love

On a positive note, his gallant sacrifice has repaired his relationship with you

He swears to himself that he'll never insult you again and if his heart beats too strongly around your presence, he'll just have to put up with it

Lately, you haven't been paying attention to her

She had her nails done in your favourite colours but you have yet to notice them

She supposes it's only natural that you'd stop showering her with compliments with the way she insults you each time

One morning, she rakes over her modest collection of jewellery, contemplating what to wear until an idea comes to mind

She later meets you at Libeccio and boldy takes the seat beside you

The gang watches her strangely but she ignores them to gift you a dainty bracelet that matches the thin chain wrapped around her left wrist

"Don't think too much of it. This was a spare and I needed it gone. I thought it might look good on you..."

Your reaction is so sweet that she can't help the blush that spreads across her cheeks and ears

Now she takes extra care to pay you a compliment instead of an insult when you notice a new change in her looks lest she loses your precious attention again

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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(Nutjob anon)

Everyone simping after Tighnari or Haitham, and then there's me, going feral because FELIXFELIXFELIXFELIX MY BELOVED FELIX SNFJEJJEVGRRRRRR this chapter's insults were endorsed by Felix. Not a lot of boars, but the vibe was there so it's a win for me! I would nominate him as possible next underboss... but we both know that that's a bad idea lmao.

And since you are adding 3h characters, ai have a feeling Childe and Sylvain could be good friends! ... Only for them to talk trash behind the other's back ("I swear! His personality is so fake. How come you can stand him?")

And I'll also like to raise you: Linhardt and Tighnari being friends: Green, sassy, doesn't care for titles and only his research? Yes, they'd be very good friends.

I am also getting Lysithea vibes from the capo: wanting to do a lot but little time, and everyone needs to give them a vibe check for that attitude lol I hope Barbara can smack some sense into them, because I can't help but think that capo is also operating under the "there's nothing more terrifying than a man who has nothing left to lose". Yes, they are fighting for their men, but they personally don't care about what might happen to them, so we better watch out that sanity meter, or else the capo will turn into the real hazard all along the way.

And dunno Ansy, I know you want to help us with hinting that bringing Cyno is bad, but the one that I don't trust is Haitham lmao Cyno said it himself: don't kill Tighnari. Even if what he did makes his blood boil, at least he is conscious enough to first get the cure. But Haitham is quite prideful, so maybe he'll come with some shit that he is the only one we need and he can always steal what Tighnari have done and finish it. After all, the main point is to cure you, right? Anything else is expendable. And maybe having Cyno there might help him clarify some questions he might have.

I don't like how autorithive Haitham is, with ordering us to leave (even if it was good for us). That means he has no reservations in misleading us if what we are doing doesn't go with his agenda. So with Tighnari, someone who is... somewhat on the same ground as him in terms of research, he might not think as your underboss but as an academic rival when acting.

Anyways, angst hurts me but boy that I will spin that death wheel with gusto 😎

HDIAOAOAK I TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THE FE:TH CHARACTERS SUBTLE HERE (that very much failed with dimitri cause first off I'm a simp and second it's weird if the reader doesn't grieve for at least one chapter lol) SO I CAN'T MAKE FELIX THE UNDERBOSS EVEN IF I WANT TO 😭😭 (i actually added him in cuz I thought of you lolol)

(kazuha was almost the underboss tho but Alhaitham won lol)

I think not a lot of genshin players are major FE:TH fans so I gotta be real sneaky with the characters lol... But that sylvain idea 🤔🤔🤔 considering childe's whole comical side story with lumine rn I could invite mister steal your girl for some dumb sht lol. Lindhart is a rather european name so I could have him as another one of Focalor's people ehe, though he'd probably ask for Tighnari to do his job for him cause he's too lazy–

AND YES LYSITHEA AND CAPO WOULD HAVE BEEN BESTIES 😭😭😭 THEY'D UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND THEY'D PROBABLY FEEL LESS ALONE USIAOWO THESE POOR PEOPLE– the difference between the two of them is that lysithea always feels like she's being looked down on like a kid while the capo feels like they have too many burdens to bear– making these two vent to one another would probably be therapeutic for them ;;----;;;

My two au's right now both have nothing left to lose vibes, although capo!reader has that a lot less than our unhinged hyshum!reader. The only thing holding them back is that some of their men are still alive. They do care, it's just that they don't want to overthink:

These men have families, wives, husbands, children– what would become of them if they recklessly charged for revenge? There's no need to drag these people into nonsensical slaughter. It's your problem Capo, it's YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. And it's selfish to make them die for you when they have a better reason for living.

Their conscience won't allow it.

These type of thoughts just pull them back. It's all true, of course, their reasoning is sound but it is suffocating. Hence, most of their inner turmoil are repressed.

Oh and don't get me wrong! I respect your choices for bringing Cyno along– I love the chaos. I'm just tryina warn those certain simps that "something bad is about to happen to you and you should definitely question what happens of one of them dies-"

Or you know, I may be misleading everyone because I want a bad ending.

: )

Since when was I known for writing happy endings for my fics? Ehehehehehehehehehhehehehehheheheehehehehhehehehehhe–

And oh my darling nutjob anon...

Both Cyno and Alhaitham want to take credit for your cure. That's one of the many things that made these three idiot's truce work.

Alhaitham is authoritative, no doubt about that, but he respects you a ton. He could've done something stupid like kidnap you or try to remove you from being a Capo– but he'd rather spend some (very limited) time with you as someone you won't forget this time, (N/n).

You can consider Cyno the one with the "hidden agenda" because he's loyal to the church. He considers it his personal blessing that he was the one assigned to monitor you. Cyno is a very lonely person here. He is very prone to making idealized versions of you that fits his imaginations, and fortunately for him the Cardinals acknowledge his devotion to his missionary works.

And then there's our used-to-be-Innamorati-Familia's-informant, Professor Tighnari.

"The main point is to cure you, everything else is expendable." is exactly the dangerous mindset he is on. We'll get to him soon! It's about time he sees his Capo again!

#ansytea-talks #tag: ocmc - cta #FELIX FELIX FELIX #nutjob anon

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nectarishes · 2 years

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target audience: wine moms and casual anime watchers

#jojos bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #fugio #jjba part 5 #my art #I don’t really like posting ship art for personal reasons but the objective humor of the fugio dynamic is untapped potential #(giorno in a vampire costume) ‘hey fugo wanna pose for a christmas card with me’#(fugo who needs no context to do dumb shit with giorno) ‘of course GioGio this will be a hit with the capos :)’

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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Dark!Yandere!Jojo’s x AFAB!Reader - giorno giovanna & josuke higashikata

TW: forced, non con, manipulation, dead dove do not eat.

Josuke

The entire town of Morioh knows who you are. & Now, it’s not that you knew them personally. They knew your ever following shadow.

Josuke Higashikata.

Eyes, whispers, stares would be thrown at you, but fear would overcome those actions. All it took was a look from Josuke to be reminded.

What’s Josukes is Josukes.

This would piss the ever loving shit off of him. You’d be walking down the street of the town, his breath would become eerily slow. His arm would wrap around you and his hand would rest on top of your tail bone.

His fingers would ever so slowly creep more and more towards your soft cunt, adrenaline centering more and more in your core.

“I remind them time after time to keep their greedy fucking eyes off of you and what to they do?!” He sneered into your ear, “They look at those filthy whore tits of yours.”

Reddened cheeks and a horny driven fog clouded your mind as Josuke pushed you into an alley.

Josuke’s greedy eyes and cocky lips grazed your body as he pushed you onto the asphalt. “Jojo, stop!” you cry out to him, “This is too public & i don-“

Josukes hand collided with your cheek, the force of it throwing you into the brick wall of the alley. You screamed in pain as you fell to the ground, Josuke quick to be on top of you before you could register even falling.

“You know better than to talk back to me, you dumb slut!” He yelled at you menacingly, “I am your boyfriend and sooner than you think, going to be your husband. You. Belong. To. ME.” Crazy Diamond appeared to rip your jeans from your body, cold air of the evening hitting your oddly soaked underwear. Men were peaking from the alley entrance ways watching you be forced upon by your boyfriend who made the town fear your presence. The amount of control you lacked at this moment was embarrassingly arousing.

Josuke put either of your legs over his shoulders, leaning his torso down to where his weight was bending you in half. Fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins as you begged him to stop and to think about this. “Josuke please, i’m so scared-“ Your pleas were cut off by his lips pressing into yours.

“There’s no need to be scared. I control your everything remember, baby? This is just,” he rips your shirt in half and pulls apart your bra in the process. “a reminder to every pervert watching your ass as you walk by. You. Are,”

Without even realizing he had prepared himself , he aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance and bottomed out in you. Your screams echoed the alleyway, men peaking from the entry ways tugging at their pricks to your screams and destroyed pussy. “What are you, Y/N? Tell me what you are and Daddy will make you feel so so good.”

“NNN, FUCK- I’m yours, Josuke!! I’m all yours and ill never leave you PLEASE!!” You screamed as you had a death grip on both of his arms. “Make it stop!!”

Josuke smirked as he slowed his thrusts, rubbing your clit with his thumb in rhythm with his hips. Your screams of pain turned into moans of ecstasy. Your orgasm came as your head became fuzzy and dark. Your wet & sloppy pussy pulsed around his rock hard cock, and with a sick moan he came inside of you.

Josuke pulled out of your crying cunt, fixing his clothes & of course, not bothering to fix yours. He picked you up and looked down at your weak form, not able to stay conscious for very long.

“They just need a reminder sometimes baby, you understand why i did that right?”

You managed a nod.

You knew itd happen again too.

Morioh was heaven and hell. You’d never leave.

Giorno

Giorno Giovanna doesn’t show stress.

His ever growing estate was your gothic designed prison. You didn’t leave your room. Your ankle was chained to your bed post, you didn’t wear normal clothes, simply beautiful sets of lingerie Giorno would pick for you.

He would always tell you how beautiful you looked. Giorno made sure that his work was done before sunset every day, never missing a minute with you. Giorno might be your captor here, but he was a ray of sunshine you treasured to see.

Today was.. different.

The door quietly opened, and Giorno’s italian dress shoes signified his entrance to your room. The silence was more deafening than anything he could’ve yelled or said. His ocean blue eyes simply just stared at you.

Before you could ask him what was wrong, vines gripped your wrists and ankles and dragged you to a starfish position. Your cries of fear did nothing to Giorno’s expression, in fact they drew him closer.

Giorno stared at your position, drinking in every ounce of how out of control you truly were.

“I killed a squad today.”

Fear settled in your heart. He KILLED a squad?!

“I heard them across the compound, you see. Their Capo was here to drop off his report and their loud mouth assassin decided to speak into the rumors about this estate.

“Like how there’s a beautiful (Y/A) girl here locked away, only seen by the Don.” His unmoving tone made your chest stagger with breath, what could he have possibly done?! “They then started to discuss how they could come use your filthy cunt since you’re sucking my cock every day anyway.”

Giorno’s body started swaying towards you in an eerily patterned way. “I don’t allow intrusion on something so precious of mine.”

Giorno’s body would bend over you, making you fall onto your back. Your (E/C) eyes gazed into his with fear dancing in your heart. Giorno’s lanky hands slid under your panties as you bucked without control against his fingers. His lips attached to your neck and sucked and nursed at the nape of your neck.

Giorno kept a constant pace against your clit, working your panties to the side to line up his cock at your entrance. “Tell me, (Y/N),”

His cock entered your entrance slowly, resulting in a moan falling out of your mouth.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Hnng- you, Giorno.. !!”

His long cock started to consistently pump in and out of you, making you grip his shoulders for support.

“And tell me, mi amore, what is the price for those who covet what is mine?!”

Giorno started to piston his hips in and out of you relentlessly. Your screams echoed your bedroom as you replied the best you could.

“D-DEATH, GIOR- FUCK-!”

A large hand gripped your face and make your eyes look at his, a domineering gaze settled upon you.

“Cum.”

Pleasure assaulted every part of your body, convulsing every muscle of you to massage his cock pulsating inside you. Hot threads of cum shot into your overstimulated womb, cries of relief coming out if you both.

Gio slid out of you, landing his body over yours to hold your shaking self against his body.

“I am your life, your death, your evermore. Don’t forget that, darling.”

“I’m always watching.”

#yandere jjba #jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #vento aureo #jjba imagines #yandere giorno #yandere josuke

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secretsickysideblog · 3 years

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dumb lucky

"“you know my favorite color?” bucciarati slurs, brows furrowing. “anyway, it also came in purple, and black, and ivory, so I bought all of them, and uh…” “that’s cute,” bucciarati smiles, and abbacchio nearly dies at the way he looks while smiling unabashedly, weak as it may be right now. “you know my favorite color.”'

a mission takes bucciarati and abbacchio all the way to a town in piedmont where bucciarati finds himself fever-riddled in the midst of a snowstorm. abbacchio finds silver linings.

(sicktember day 1 - fever)

read under the cut!

It’s only tradition for things to go wrong for Passione.

Well, perhaps that’s a lie--normally, they get dumb lucky. But this means that when things go wrong, they go incredibly wrong in multiple ways at once. It’s only fair for the amount of times the gang has narrowly escaped death by the skin of their teeth. And Abbacchio is grateful that neither he nor Bucciarati are running the risk of death right now; it could be much, much worse.

But this mission could certainly be going much better. After all, Abbacchio never thought he’d be buying fever reducers in a little town in Piedmont, Italy as a part of the job of Neapolitan Mafioso. He hadn’t expected to be led all the way to Piedmont in the first place.

Easy mission my ass, Giovanna, he laments internally, rolling his eyes as he compares the prices between on and off-brand fever reducers. Abbacchio doesn’t usually bother to buy things like this, but Bucciarati’s fever--yes, a fever that had managed to swell up to a whopping 39 degrees overnight while on a mission--definitely needs to be treated.

He settles on both bottles, and he grabs a pack of water bottles, too. Abbacchio peruses the shelves, considering what else Bucciarati might need. He’d rather not come trudging out through this snow again if he could help it; it started coming down last night and hasn’t shown any sign of stopping since. He grabs another thermometer, a can of soup, and he’s about to head to the register when he spots something else that catches his eye.

It’s a large blanket in blue--Bucciarati’s favorite shade of blue (not that Abbacchio bothers to remember things like his Capo’s favorite color), and god, does it look soft. His gaze wanders to the window. Snow falls in clumps, kicked up into a white mist by the wind, and Abbacchio could shiver just looking at it. He does shiver thinking about the short walk back to the motel through that storm.

Abbacchio sighs, runs his fingertips over the inviting fleece. A blanket couldn’t hurt.

He grabs it and tucks it under the arm without the basket only to spot that there’s another of the same in purple. And another, in ivory? Abbacchio isn’t someone tempted by luxuries, but blankets in the cold seem like a necessity.

So he picks up both. Because Bucciarati has to sweat out the fever anyway, right? He’s too out of it to be angry, anyway.

Abbacchio lugs the three heavy blankets and the basket of various other supplies to the register, fishing around in his pocket for his wallet. The cashier looks over his selection as she rings up and bags each object, smiling fondly.

“Taking good care of someone, I see.”

Abbacchio huffs, lips quirking upward to a ghost of a smile. “Yeah, I guess I am. It’s about time he lets me.”

“These blankets are on sale, you know. Buy one and the other is half-off,” and, in an expertly-crafted manner of egging him into it, the cashier finishes her sell with, “Everyone loves a good blanket. Perfect to cuddle up under.”

Abbacchio doesn’t anticipate growing the balls to ‘cuddle-up’ with Bucciarati, but something about the idea sways him into it. He stares at the blanket shelf in consideration for a long moment before giving in and grabbing a fourth, this one in black.

The cashier is, clearly, proud of herself. Abbacchio can’t find it in himself to get as annoyed by this as usual. He did fall for her marketing scheme, after all. Can’t bitch about it if he gave in.

Altogether, he walks out of the store with five bags slung on his arms, four of which are occupied by heavy fleece and tied off to avoid any of the snowfall. His boots feel like weights as he trudges through planes of muddy white, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck. His hands are freezing--he wishes he’d bought gloves.

When he finally returns to the motel room, Bucciarati is curled up on the bed. He looks just about the same as he did when Abbacchio left which is, admittedly, like shit. His hair, lacking its typical braid, fell in uneven layers wherever it wasn’t sticking to sweat-soaked skin. The only real color in his face is across his cheeks in bright, splotchy red, and though his eyes are closed now, they’ve been glazed over all morning.

Abbacchio shakes his head in disapproval, wondering how Bucciarati managed to just ignore this, because he knows damn well it didn’t just spark overnight. He must’ve been feeling at least vaguely unwell before they’d embarked on this (unexpectedly) lengthy journey. Abbacchio tells himself, as he has every time he starts thinking about how his Capo sucks at self-care, that he’ll just bitch at him about it later; criticizing a sick person is mean, and besides, there’s not enough cognizance in his fever-addled head to comprehend annoyance right now anyway.

He unties his scarf, shrugs off his coat, and unbags the items on the small coffee table in the room. Bucciarati stirs into half-lucidity, as told by the mix of a groan and a whine that slips from him after a bit of shifting around. Abbacchio looks over to him, seeing his hazy blues blink open, and he immediately grabs the bottle of fever reducers to force down his throat now while he’s just awake enough to swallow and not awake enough to protest.

“Here,” he holds out a bottle of water and two of the pills for Bucciarati to take, which he does after taking a second to process the command. He moves sluggishly, but he manages to get the pills down and put the water bottle on the nightstand. Abbacchio feels his forehead with the back of his hand, frowning at how much he’s burning still.

He goes to pull away. Bucciarati doesn’t let him, grabbing his wrist and holding his hand there.

“What are you doing?”

“Cold,” he mumbles, letting his eyes flutter closed again. “Feels nice.”

Abbacchio opens his mouth, closes it. Thanks the lord above that Bucciarati can’t see the way his cheeks heat up as though he’s contracted a fever. After a moment of hesitance, Abbacchio brings both of his hands up to cup Bucciarati’s cheeks, and the other man sighs contentedly.

“Well, if it’s cold you want, maybe you should go take a nap in the snow,” Abbacchio jokes.

“Hm,” Bucciarati takes a breath. “Perhaps I should.”

Abbacchio stares down at Bucciarati. At the way his eyelashes, dark and thick, fan out across his cheeks. At his lips, still pretty and pink and miraculously not very chapped. Even now, sick as a dog, Bucciarati is gorgeous. Abbacchio could watch him forever, he’s sure, but then he realizes how creepy he’s being and abruptly pulls away. Bucciarati’s eyes open with a dejected look to them, and Abbacchio reminds himself that it’s not because it’s his hands, it’s because his hands are cold and Bucciarati is delusional with fever.

“Uh, so, I got you two kinds of fever reducer, and you’re gonna take it whether you like it or not,” Abbacchio starts to say, clearing his throat. Bucciarati hums, half-listening. “I got water. A can of soup, if you get hungry, but since you just woke up I’m sure you’re not yet.”

Bucciarati doesn’t respond, so Abbacchio assumes he’s right. He’ll make him eat something later.

“And,” Abbacchio unties the other four bags, “I know you’re not looking to get warmer, but fevers have to be sweat out, right? I got blankets. They were on sale.”

Bucciarati almost whines, though it’s quiet, subtle. Abbacchio opts to ignore it, because it does nothing good for his heart.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but look, it’s your favorite color,” Abbacchio holds up the blanket in proud display. Bucciarati looks at it, but it’s clear that he’s not fully seeing it.

“You know my favorite color?” Bucciarati slurs, brows furrowing.

“Anyway, it also came in purple, and black, and ivory, so I bought all of them, and uh…”

“That’s cute,” Bucciarati smiles, and Abbacchio nearly dies at the way he looks while smiling unabashedly, weak as it may be right now. “You know my favorite color.”

Abbacchio takes the tags off the plush fabric and chucks it at Bucciarati. Bucciarati, as expected, makes no move to catch it. It takes him a minute to slip the fleece off of his head and onto his lap. This process is repeated four more times as a mountain of plush fabric piles up on the bed--the singular bed, which Abbacchio would be incredibly nervous about if this was a year ago, but they’ve been stuck in the ‘unfortunate’ one-bed scenario too many times for him to care anymore.

“This is...so many,” Bucciarati murmurs, staring down at the pile. He runs his thumb along the hem of the blue one. “They are soft, though.”

“I don’t know if you can feel how cold it is in here, much less out there,” Abbacchio gestures towards the storm just beyond the windows, “but we needed them. I don’t know how long we’re gonna be stuck here, between your fever and the bastard we’re after.”

Bucciarati nods, absently petting the blankets. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Falling ill,” Bucciarati says it like it’s the most obvious reason to apologize in the world. “We’re stuck here. It’s my fault.”

Abbacchio rolls his eyes. “Stop apologizing for things you can’t control.”

Bucciarati looks like he wants to protest, but then his expression turns confused as if his own thought process doesn’t make sense to him anymore. Abbacchio snorts at the sight and shakes his head before climbing into bed beside the other man and urging him to lay back down.

“I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” Abbacchio pulls one of the many blankets around them up to his shoulders, and another about halfway above that. He lets Bucciarati kick the others aside. “You’re warm, and I’m cold. I’m finding silver linings.”

Bucciarati chuckles a little. If he were any more coherent, he’d make a joke about Abbacchio’s usual pessimistic cynicism being an act; the latter is almost grateful, at that thought, for the fever. The wind howls outside as the storm picks up. It’s definitely not an ideal situation, but it could be much worse.

Bucciarati turns to nuzzle his face into the crook of Abbacchio’s neck. Tentatively, Abbacchio wraps an arm around him.

Maybe this was just dumb luck in disguise.

#sicktember #sicktember2021 #jjba sickfic #jjba fanfiction #jojo's bizarre adventure sickfic #bruabba #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #bruno x abbacchio #bruabba sickfic #sick!bruno #caring!abbacchio #sickfic #fever #nice first post

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capobegone · 7 months

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You know I bet the reason Muzan is so evil is because he existed like a couple hundred years before Closer to Fine by the Indigo Girls. I think if he listened to that song with the car windows down he would feel better just saying

#It’s impossible to be grumpy while listening to that song #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #dumb shit with capo

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gladdygirl18 · 3 years

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“Orange” You Glad You're Smiling Now?

Summary: Narancia isn’t feeling like his cheerful, annoying (Fugo’s words) old self, and the others are starting to get worried. Being the good friend he is, Mista comes up with the one thing that always gets Narancia smiling, with the help of the others, of course.

Word Count: 2490

⚠Warning⚠: Mild swearing (both in English and Italian)

Narancia Ghirga is a very rough and quick-tempered seventeen-year-old. While he does act childish and have regular outbursts, Narancia is as loyal and as sweet as they come. Despite his lack of maturity during missions, he always gets the job done, even if it’s a life-or-death situation. Having lost his mother and father, he’s looked up to Bucciarati ever since the Capo stumbled across him. Narancia loves messing and playing around with the others, even though he can get annoying at times. But the rest of the Passione team tolerate his annoyance to a degree because they love him that much.

However, Narancia wasn’t feeling like his normal self all week. He hasn’t annoyed or messed with no one for the past few days. When he, Fugo, and Abbacchio were on a mission one day, he actually took it seriously, which is rare. Something was definitely going on with the seventeen-year-old, and the rest of the Passione team were growing concerned. Mista even tried to annoy Narancia so he could annoy him back, but that didn’t work. Giorno and Fugo even took it upon themselves to do things that they knew that would make Narancia criticize them for. Nothing. Not even a scoff, chuckle, or a snarky remark. Even Abbacchio and Bucciarati were starting to get worried.

It was a warm afternoon and Narancia and Mista had just got back from patrol. Bucciarati welcomed them back, and all Narancia did was wave. The seventeen-year-old then sprinted up the stairs and went into his room. That’s when the Capo called in the rest of the team into the living room to talk about you-know-who.

“Okay, something’s definitely wrong with Narancia,” Giorno commented, “He hasn’t been himself at all lately. I’m starting to get worried...”

“Think you’re the only one, stronzo?” Abbacchio scoffed, “Seeing him like this... just doesn’t sit well with me...”

“I agree. I don’t know why he’s like this in the first place, and every time I ask, he always claims he’s fine,” Mista said, “Yeah, like I’m dumb enough to belief that shit-eating lie.”

The others hated to agree with the gunslinger but he was right. Countless times, while Narancia was in this slump, they would ask the seventeen-year-old if he was okay. Like Mista said, Narancia would always claim he’s fine.

“I’ve never seen him like this before,” Bucciarati said, “It’s very unsettling...”

“There’s gotta be some way to get him to tell us what’s wrong,” Fugo commented, “Or at least get him smiling again. I hate to admit it out loud, but I... miss Narancia’s smile...”

The others agreed whole-heartedly, even Abbacchio. Narancia’s smile is something that always puts the others in a good mood. When he’s smiling, they’re smiling.

“Well, what can we do? We’ve tried annoying him and doing things that would bring out his critic-side. Neither of them worked.” Giorno said.

The group sat in silence as they tried to come up with ways to get their Narancia back. Mista then snapped his fingers with a wide grin on his face.

“I know exactly how to get Narancia smiling again!” Mista said excitedly.

“I don’t know if you’re being serious or fucking around with us, but I’ll take any idea at this point...” Abbacchio said.

The eighteen-year-old glared at the man before composing himself.

“So, what’s your idea, Mista?” Giorno asked earnestly.

Mista grinned and explained his idea to his friends. After finishing his explanation, sly grins adorned the others’ faces.

“I like the way you think, Mista,” Fugo said, "Never thought I’d say that...”

Mista chuckled and turned to the others.

“What says you three? Like the idea?” Mista asked.

“I do, surprisingly,” Abbacchio said, “Given the situation, it seems appropriate.”

“I agree.” Giorno said with a smile.

“As do I,” Bucciarati said, “So, shall we put this plan into motion?”

The others nodded with smiles on their faces. Mista raced up the stairs and made his way to Narancia’s room. When he knocked on the door, there was no response.

“Narancia, it’s me. Can I come in?” Mista asked.

Narancia grumbled in response. Mista didn’t know if that was a yes or no, so he pushed the door open assuming it was a yes. Narancia was laying on his side, his back towards the door, and headphones over his ears.

“Hey, buddy. You doin’ okay?” Mista asked earnestly.

“For the hundredth time, Mista, I’m fine.” Narancia said, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Mista crossed his arm and glared at the seventeen-year-old.

“Alright, Narancia. Cut the bullshit,” Mista said sternly, “What’s actually going on with you?”

“I told you, I’m fine,” Narancia said, “Now, leave me alone, stronzo...”

Mista didn’t appreciate Narancia’s sass but it was worth it for the plan to follow through. The gunslinger only breathed out a heavy sigh before approaching the seventeen-year-old.

“Sorry about this, Narancia, but this is for your own good.” Mista said with a grin.

“What are you talking about?” Narancia asked, turning to face the gunslinger.

That’s when Fugo dropped down from the ceiling and quickly straddled the teen.

“What the hell, Fugo?!” Narancia asked in surprise, “Get the hell off me, pezzo di merda!”

“Watch your mouth, Narancia.” Mista said.

Narancia struggled to get Fugo off his waist. He would’ve succeeded if Mista didn’t grab his hands and held them over his head.

“All goin’ according to plan.” Fugo said.

“What plan are you talking about?” Narancia asked, “Let me go!”

“It can’t be that bad of a predicament, Narancia.” said a familiar voice.

Standing in the doorway was Abbacchio, Bucciarati, and Giorno.

“Guys! A little help!” Narancia cried.

“Sorry, amico, but like Mista said... It’s for your own good.” Bucciarati said with a grin, stepping into the room.

Narancia swallowed a lump in his throat as his five friends towered over him with similar wicked grins.

“What do you stronzos even want? Can’t I be left alone for 5 minutes?” Narancia complained.

“Nope. Not even a second, kid.” Fugo teased.

Narancia groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t call me a kid. I’m not,” Narancia growled, “If anything, Giorno should be considered the kid. He’s the youngest out of all of us.”

A looming silence fell that made Narancia feel uneasy. Giorno sighed and playfully glared at the seventeen-year-old.

“Believe me when I say this, Narancia,” Giorno began, “You’re definitely going to look like a kid by the time we’re through with you...”

"W-What's that supposed to mean...?" Narancia asked nervously.

Giorno glanced at the others and all shared a knowing look, and nodded. Giorno grinned down at Narancia before spidering his slender fingers all over the seventeen-year-old's sides. Narancia let out a surprised yelp before giggling like crazy.

"Giornohohohoho! Stop! What do you thihihihihink you're dohohohohoing?" Narancia asked through his giggles.

“What does it look like, Narancia? I’m tickling you, obviously.” Giorno deadpanned.

Narancia growled through his giggles as he squirmed around in Fugo’s and Mista’s grip.

“Let me gohohohoho!” he cried.

“No way! This is way too much fun!” Mista said, “Just seeing your smile is enough for me.”

“Besides, we didn’t get a turn...” Abbacchio said, his voice low.

Narancia’s squirming soon turned into thrashing. He did not want the others to get a crack at him. He knows how good they are at tickling, and it scared him. Giorno breathed out a silent sigh and removed his hands off Narancia. The teen took in the much need air, still wearing a small smile on his face.

“So, who’s next?” Giorno asked.

“Fugo and I can go next,” Mista answered, “Mind holding him down for me, Giorno?”

The blonde nodded and quickly took hold of Narancia’s wrists while Mista walked over to Fugo’s side. Narancia glared at the duo and growled,

“You stronzos are dead meat when I get out of this...”

“You say that now but you’ll be too tickled out to do anything about it.” Mista said with a sly smirk.

Narancia’s cheeks flushed a deep red and he turned away from his tormentors.

“What’s wrong, Narancia? Can’t handle it?” Fugo asked.

Before Narancia could protest, Fugo started clawing at the seventeen-year-old’s top rib, causing him to squeal and let out louder giggles.

“Fugo, you stronzohohohoho! Stohohop!” Narancia cried, “It feels so weheheheheird!”

“You mean it tickles?” Mista asked, his grin widening.

Narancia’s giggles only escalated in pitch and volume.

“Don’t say thahahahahahat!” Narancia giggled out.

“Why, because it’s true?” Fugo asked, “Because it tickles, Narancia?”

Narancia was a puddle of giggles at this point. The others couldn’t help but smile along with the teen. They missed his smile; they missed his laugh; they missed him.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to take a crack at him!” Mista announced eagerly.

The gunslinger then started raking his fingers all over Narancia’s ribcage, making sure his fingers get in between the bone. Narancia gave a small buck in response.

“Mistahahahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Narancia cried.

“Let me think about it...” Mista said, pretending to think, “Uh, no.”

Narancia shook his head from side to side, his giggles only getting more frantic. Narancia wished he could just kick Fugo off him, but what good would that do? It’ll just give the others another ridiculous reason to tickle him silly.

“AH! Mistahahaha! Not thehehehehehere!” Narancia cried.

Mista looked down and saw that his hands were on the teen’s hips. Mista glanced at Narancia with a wicked grin.

“Shouldn’t have said anything...” Mista said.

That’s when Mista started massaging his thumbs into Narancia’s hipbone, causing the teen to let out a noise that made everyone laugh.

“Dohohohon’t do thahahahat!” Narancia cried.

“Whahahat the hell was thahat, Narancia?” Fugo asked, trying to compose himself.

Narancia couldn’t even answer the question, nor could he hear it. Fugo and Mista looked at one another and stopped their assualt.

“Thank... Thahank you...” Narancia panted.

“Who said we were done?” Mista said, stepping to the side.

Fugo quickly and carefully moved down Narancia’s legs and held down his ankles. The teen struggled against his friends’ unrelenting grip, but it was to no avail.

“Hope you’re ready, buddy.” Mista said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Narancia asked.

He then let out a giggly yelp when someone poked his stomach. When Narancia glared at his attackers, the teen slumped down into the sheets when he saw who was towering over him.

“Did you forget about us that quickly?” Bucciarati asked, a sly grin adorning his features.

“If so, allow us remind you...” Abbacchio said.

Narancia’s struggling turned into frantic thrashing. Narancia was terrified of Abbacchio and Bucciarati. These two were too good at tickling. Narancia’s breathing quickened as the duo drew near.

“Come on, guys! Just leave me alone, please!” Narancia begged.

“We will... once we hear you laugh...” Abbacchio said.

“Do us a favor and laugh for us, Narancia.” Bucciarati said with a toothy grin.

That’s when the duo touched down on Narancia’s worst spot: his belly and his armpits. Narancia screamed so loud, the others cringed when they heard it. The once giggling teen was now laughing his heart out.

“NAHAHAHAAAAAAA! FOTTATE TROIE! STAHAHAHAAAAAAAAP!” Narancia cried.

Everyone gasped at Narancia’s poisonous words, even though they expected something like that to happen.

“What did you call us?” Bucciarati and Abbacchio asked in unison.

The two adults only dug their fingers harder into Narancia’s skin, causing the teen to buck and laugh louder.

“SHIHIHIHIT! FUCKING STOHOHOHOP!” Narancia laughed, “I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“You can’t what? Can’t take it?” Abbacchio asked, “You’re not supposed to.”

Narancia thrashed wildly in Giorno’s grip, all while producing adorably, loud laughter.

“Who knew the fifteen-year-old was that strong?” Narancia wondered.

Narancia tried to kick out his legs, but he forgot that Fugo was holding him down.

“OH, MY GAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEASE! STOHOHOP IHIHITAHAHAHAAAA!” Narancia laughed out, “WHAT DO YOU WAHAHAHAHANT FROM MEHEHEHEHEHE!?”

“We want our Narancia back. You are an imposter. Narancia wouldn’t be so moody that he doesn’t smile for an entire week.” Abbacchio said.

“Then, Mista came up with a brilliant idea to get him back. I must say, it’s working wonders so far,” Bucciarati said, “However, if Abbacchio and I had some help, we may just get our Narancia back.”

The Capo looked at the other three, and the others nodded with grins on their faces. Giorno held down both of Narancia’s wrists with one hand and scribbled his free hand all over Narancia’s chest. Mista clawed away at Narancia’s ribs and hips. Fugo sat on Narancia’s ankles and started squeezing Narancia’s kneecaps. The teen was in hysterics; tears of mirth were seeping through his closed eyes.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP! THAT’S ENOHOHOHOHOUGH!” Narancia cried, “PLEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

This was the Narancia they missed. Smiling and laughing without a care in the world. Narancia’s laugh was so infectious, the others couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“If you want us to stop, we want to hear, out loud, that you promise to be your cheerful, annoying-self again.” Mista said.

“Yeah. Do you promise, Narancia?” Giorno asked.

“YEHEHEHEHES! OKAY, OKAHAHAHAAAAAY! FUCKING STOHOHOHOP ALREHEHEHEADY!” Narancia cried.

“Nope. We want to hear you promise,” Fugo said, “Promise and we’ll stop.”

Narancia thrashed around like a trapped snaked. Tears of mirth and happiness streamed down his rosy cheeks. His happy smile corresponded with his happy laughter. As much as Narancia protested, he really did enjoy this, even though he would never admit for the life of him. But if the others didn’t stop now, he was surely going to pass out.

“OKAHAHAHAY! I PROMAHAHAHAHAHA! I PROMIHIHIHIHISE!” Narancia cried, “I PROMISE TO BE MY CHEERFUL, ANNOYING-SEHEHEHEHEHELF! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

All at once, the tickling came to a halt. Fugo and Giorno released Narancia’s limbs and the teen was left panting and giggling like a little kid.

“Stai bene lì, amico?“ Giorno asked.

Narancia tried to glare at the blonde, but flipped him off instead. Giorno glared playfully at Narancia and tweaked his side, causing Narania to jolt upwards and cover his side.

“No... no more...” he panted.

The others smiled down at the teen with content.

“Orange you glad you’re smiling now, Narancia?” Mista asked.

Narancia glanced at the gunslinger with a tired smile and chuckled.

“Really? Making fun of my name? Do you really wanna go down that road, stronzo?” Narancia asked.

“There’s the smartass we’ve all missed.” Abbacchio commented.

“Good to have you back, Narancia.” Bucciarati said earnestly.

Narancia looked at his friends and smiled.

“Thanks, guys. Sorry about being such a debby-downer this past week,” Narancia. "I honestly don’t know what was going on with me.” Narancia confessed.

“Well, that doesn’t matter anymore,” Giorno said, “What matters is that you’re back to your old-self again, and we couldn’t be happier.”

Narancia wasn’t prepared for the group hug that came after Giorno’s statement. Narancia smiled and embraced his friends; his family. Narancia was back; Narancia was here and now. The Narancia the others missed; the Narancia the others loved dear. He was there in their arms, smiling like the kid he is.

#tickle fic #tickle #jjba part 5 #jojo tickle #jjba fic

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wannabemobwife · 3 years

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Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Parker Holland x Charlotte Owens

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Death, Fighting

-Words: 3.6K

Author note: I really love this chapter. I love all the comments and would appreciate nice constructive criticism (please don't butcher my work lol) if you want. Feel free to leave in the comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter :))

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Word: 3.6K

“Haz are you okay mate?” Tom asked, seeing Haz freak out, they were about to land at Heathrow, on their way back from Dublin.

“No, I just heard from my neighbor that Henry never came home last night. With everything that happened yesterday, I’m just worried. I hope he is not lying in a ditch somewhere.” Harrison explained.

“He probably crashed at ours, everything will be ok.” You said as you comforted Haz. Oh boy, were you wrong.

Back at home, Parker awoke to his impending death once you and Tom, his parents’, find out what happened to their beautiful mansion. One party did all this damage. The curtains were torn down, there was red party cups everywhere and all the liquor bottles were displayed on the table. One amazingly epic party did all that.

“Bloody hell! That’s it I’m dead. I’m dead. I will never be allowed to leave this house ever again.” Parker said to himself. Picking up his phone he noticed 4 missed calls from you. Each one had a message and if there was one thing he knew about you is that you only left more harsh and frantic voice messages the more you called.

He only played the most recent one, you sounded really peeved “PARKER JACKSON HOLLAND! Please call me, I’m worried about you. I can’t get in touch with the staff either. I will be home in 20 mins, you better have a good fucking explanation for everything.” Parker’s eyes nearly flew out of his head when he saw that was sent 15 mins ago. Any moment now he would hear the Rolls pulling into the driveway.

The poor kid could only move so fast, he quickly gathered the liquor bottles and threw them into a plastic trash bag along with all the red solo cups that seem to be multiplying. All the meanwhile corralling all the squatters, from last night, who crashed there. He found some people by the pool and others passed out in the dining room. Running like a madman through the house, he caught a glimpse of what would be the reason for his demise. The door to Tom’s office was open. He swore to god he locked it, someone must’ve broken in. They could’ve taken anything, all the information about the mob was stored in that one tastefully decorated room. Parker quickly shut the door and hoped nothing would happen, he couldn’t live with himself if this one stupid party cost his family their livelihood.

“Rosie? Henry? Where are you guys? Mum and dad will be home any minute, I need your help.” Parker called out throughout the house. He didn’t expect Rosie to show up because of their fight last night, but where the fuck was Henry.

You and Tom pulled up along with Harrison in the black Rolls Royce, coming to a screeching halt. You all walked along the cobble stone path to the two large, intimidating front doors. You all simultaneously freaked out when you saw the door was ajar. Tom and Haz pulled out their guns and made it a priority to keep you safe by shoving you behind them. You all had no idea what you could be walking into.

Tom whispered to Haz to split up, Haz took the East Wing while Tom checked the main rooms. Rounding the corner he could her footsteps.

“Darling, stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Tom whispered and you nodded in response.

“On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3,” Tom screamed as he jumped out, holding his gun straight ahead. He found his son disheveled, carrying grocery bags filled with empty beer cans and liquor bottles.

“DON’T SHOOT! DON’T SHOOT! Holy fuck! Dad is that you?” Parker screamed, dropping the bags to the ground, glass shattering and raising his hand up in innocence. Scared for his life her quickly caught his breath when he realized who it was.

“Parker, what the hell? Why the fuck was the door opened…. wait? Did you have a party!?!” Tom thundered as he realized what his son did. His voice gradually growing more furious. Parker just stood there with a shameful look on his face.

“Mum, dad. How was Dublin?” Parker sneaked to quickly change the subject.

“Don’t try to get out this, explain now!” You scolded, just as furious as Tom

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it, I just needed to blow off steam.” “What the fuck do you think a sorry is going to do? I run a fucking mob, Parker. Are you a fucking idiot? Parker, for fucks sake, anyone could have stolen some information from my office or gotten into the gun room. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I’m not that much of a div, I locked your office and I don’t know,” Parker explained.

“You’re not as dumb as I thought. Hope you were smart enough to lock the liquor cellar too,” Tom concluded.

“Yeah…about that,” Parker mumbled as Tom ran off to his liquor room. A loud clash and curse sounded throughout the house when he laid his eyes on his ransacked priceless collection.

“Mum, say something?” Parker pleaded with you as you just stood there in silence.

“2 months. You’re grounded for 2 months. No dates or parties, just school and home. I don’t think you understand how lucky you are that nothing serious happened here.” You said, your voice drenched with disappointment. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about what dad and you asked me and —” Parker whispered as he was soon cut off by Haz walking in.

“Did you find Henry?” Haz interrupted.

“No, I’m going to check upstairs. Will you check on Tom?” Harrison nodded as you ascended the staircase. Making your way through the halls, coming upon Rosie’s room.

“Roo, honey you awake?” You said walking into Rosie’s room

“AHHHH! Oh my fucking god! Rosie!” You screamed at the sight in front of you. Your sweet, slightly bad tempered daughter asleep with a boy in her bed.

“Darling? You alright?” Tom yelled from downstairs after hearing your scream.

“Mum, what are you doing here?” Rosie exclaimed frantically.

“Hi, Y/N.” Henry whispered, praying he wasn’t going to be berated. You were a mother figure to him after his own mother left his father and never looked back. “This is my house and hi Henry. What the fuck is Henry doing here in you bed? What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned bouncing between the two of them to get some answers.

“I can explain. But, firstly are you gonna tell dad?” Rosie inquired.

“The fact that he is already fuming downstairs, no. Not right now. And please explain, you have 5 seconds, but first you need to get Henry out of here.”

“Thank you mom, I just don’t —.“

“Ehh, eh, eh! Shut it, I’ll deal with you later,” you barked.

“Henry, I suggest you take the window and your dad is looking for you,” you said.

“Shit! Thanks Y/N… I mean Mrs. Holland” Henry said as you shot him a glare.

The moment Henry was in the clear, Tom barged in with his gun in hand. Someone needs to tell this man to put it down. All morning he has been traumatically scarring his kids for life, first with Parker and now Rosie.

“What? Is everyone all right? I heard a scream.” Tom exclaimed out of breath.

“Umm, yeah. I just saw a spider.” You stuttered.

“Oh love, you can kill a man in cold blood but can’t handle an itty bitty spider,” Tom joked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“You're afraid of them too, Thomas.” You quipped with a side eye. If looks could kill, yours definitely would.

“And for you missy, you’re grounded along with your brother.” Tom said, looking down on Rosie. “Me? What did I do?” Rosie asked in a high pitched voice. “You attended this party correct? And since this is also your house, you threw it by association. Am I right?” Tom inquired.

“I guess so,” Rosie huffed.

The twin’s exile was worse than they prepared for. Not only were they responsible for cleaning up the entire mess but they were given a list of chores to complete. This was no ordinary list. It was devised by you and Tom along with inputs from the maids and capos.

On it read:

Wash the Rolls

Clean the guns

Reorganize the pantry

Mow the lawn

Re-order all stolen liquor and stock the liquor room

Drain the pool, clean the pool, fill the pool back up again…

The list was never-ending. Each task more pointless than the next. It went on forever. The household staff was happy for their load was to be lessen for a couple weeks, unlike the kids. Harrison even forced Henry to partake in the chores.

The kids were only a couple days into their quarantine and were already going stir crazy. Parker was having withdrawals from Charlotte, missing her even more. The boy was whipped for her, really smitten. They would talk the night away. Some nights never getting any shut eye as their conversations would prolong hours.

Parker couldn’t believe this was where he was now. One night of unadulterated juvenile fun equated to 2 months of misery. Today was Charlotte’s birthday and he was supposed to take her to the London Eye on a surprise birthday trip, but all his plans were ruined the moment his parents came home and grounded his sorry ass.

“I can’t believe your parents grounded you. Assholes.” Charlotte said over the phone, fuming he couldn’t celebrate with her.

“I can’t go babe. I really wish I could but I’m grounded for life remember.” Parker said, the cold shoulder Tom and you had been giving him was killing him.

“Parker its my birthday. You have to come,” Charlotte pleaded

“There’s no chance in hell I’m allowed to leave.”

“Geez you just threw a party, it’s not like you killed someone,” Charlotte added. He might as well have. If he killed someone he wouldn’t be burdened with this punishment, probably praised instead, carrying on the family tradition.

“Just sneak out. Come on, we are all going to this nightclub downtown. It’s gonna be awesome. And I’m such a good girlfriend, I can’t let you miss it.” Charlotte pleaded.

“Alright, Char you wore me down.”

“I knew it. Pick you up at 11 tonight.”

“Park around the block, I’m going to have to climb out my window. Remember my house is like a fortress.” Parker said. He wasn’t lying.

Meanwhile, Tom was in and out of meetings in his office all day. He received one odd phone call in particular from his dad, Dominic Holland. “Hi dad, how are you” Tom said as he picked up the phone.

“I’m fine son, so how did the talk with Parker go. I’m excited to teach him all my mobster tricks,” Dom exclaimed. “Actually dad, he reacted like I did.”

“Oh well, he will come around just like you did” Dom said encouragingly.

“I don’t know if he will. Anyway it wouldn’t be so bad if he had his own path in life.” Tom murmured trying to stick up for his son’s decision.

“Tom, you know what will happen to this family if that happens,” Dom yelled.

“I know dad. I just don’t want him to feel trapped, like you did to me,” Tom exclaimed growing more annoyed by the minute.

“What I did to you got you to where you are today. Your life is thanks to me son and don’t you forget it,” Dom said with a stern, menacing voice.

“Understood sir,” Tom quipped. “Maybe Parker needs a push, in the right direction.” “Dad, I swear to god, don’t fucking do anything. Y/N and I are handling this” Tom yelled. “We’ll see how that turns out” Dom ended the phone call. Leaving Tom frustrated that his father sees him as his own puppet.

The night soon fell and Parker’s plan had been put into motion. He bribed a few of the Tom’s men with his allowance to let him sneak past. He jumped out the window, carefully walked on the roof as to not slip and make any noise. Finally on the ground, he scaled the iron fence to be met with Charlotte’s ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a pink party dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

“Wow princess, you look *chef’s kiss. Happy birthday baby,” Parker said while making his way back to the ground.

“Thanks doll. Now come on, before someone catches us,” she yelled whilst hopping into her silver Mercedes.

Arriving at the nightclub, everything was in full swing for 11 o’clock at night. Parker, Charlotte and her other friends were treated like royalty the moment Parker let his name slip.

“Right this way Mr. Holland and I will have someone bring you a bottle of champagne, on the house of course,” the hostess said as she sat them at their table.

“Oooo fancy, you should drop your name more often,” Charlotte whispered in Parker’s ear.

“Oh it was nothing, love.” Parker said while pouring himself and Charlotte a glass of bubbly. “Seriously Parker, how’d you do this? If I didn’t know any better I’d say your dad owned the club or something,” Charlotte said dumbfounded, causing Parker to choke on his champagne at her remark.

It was amazing what power could do. Having enough power to make your enemies disappear was unimaginable. Parker knew what turning down his father meant. He would have the name and the look of a Holland, but he wouldn’t be one anymore.

How could he give all that up. He enjoyed his cushy lifestyle. Sure it was day after day of worrying about your image but, he felt as though he belonged in that world. How could he go on being a kid for two more years knowing there was a metaphorical expiration date on his life.

He desperately wanted to want to be like them, his family. You, his mother, are the strongest person he knows. Having you in his life keeps him grounded, literally at the moment. Also his dad, Tom is a very loving and amazing father. He was there at all the football games (English football) cheering him on and at the spelling bees, also when he felt his first heartbreak, Tom was there.

Family has been the one constant in his life. Now it was being eclipsed by power, a power that could ruin lives or affect change. Turning his back on his family means they would never get see his future.

No one would be there at his graduation from college or when he first child was born, only Charlotte would be there. The girl he hoped to marry and have his kids. He couldn’t give up his future with her, no way. Parker eyes glanced at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He thought to himself, “This was it. This, she is all I’ll ever need, my princess.”

Most of Parker’s pet names for Charlotte were derived from Tom. He had heard his dad refer to his mother as: princess, queen, doll, darling, love. The list goes on. As long as Parker had his princess he knew he would be ok.

They danced the night away. Song after song. Feeling like the only two people in the room. Getting more drunk as the night progressed and other guests started to fizzle out. Leaving Charlotte and Parker alone on the dance floor.

“Char, I think it’s about time we head home. We are the only people left,”

Parker chuckled.

“Just two more songs please,” she muttered with her head nuzzled by his neck.

“It’s two hours til sunrise!” Parker exclaimed.

“Just a little while longer, I don’t want this moment to end.” “Me neither baby, I want to stay in your arms forever” Parker said. In a moment of love, coupled with champagne and a few tequila shots, Parker whispered, “We should get married.”

“What? Are you serious? Do you mean now or in like 5 years?” Charlotte asked as her voice slowly diminished

“Umm… yes and now. I love you,” Parker murmured. “YES! I will marry you!” Charlotte exclaimed pulling her boyfriend into a deep, passionate kiss. Parker’s dream was coming true and all he had to do was leave his family.

Just then a group of tall, stocky men, all dressed in black, funneled through the door of the club. They didn’t bother with sitting down, they just stood there blocking the only exit.

One of the men spoke up, “Parker Holland? I have a message for you.”

“Can’t it wait til morning, just tell him I’m sorry and he can ground me even longer,” Parker replied thinking the message was from Tom.

“It’s not that kind of message,” all the noise drifted away as the other man drew his gun. Both Charlotte and Parker grew tense at the sight of his pistol.

“Charlotte, get behind me,” Parker whispered, scared for both their lives.

“Boy, it’s not from your daddy,” said the leader of the men. “Do you know who my father is? He will have all of your heads if you so as much lay a finger on me,” Parker responded

“So the girl is up for grabs?” “Charlotte, RUN!” Parker Screamed

“Eh, not so fast. I’m going to enjoy this one.” The guy said, seizing Charlotte in his grip and motioning for this associates to grab Parker. Two arms holding Parker back from protecting Charlotte.

“LET GO OF ME! CHARLOTTE!”

“Why you hanging out this rift raft? I’m sorry but he needs to atone for his mistakes.” “Parker..” Charlotte whimpered.

“Such a pretty girl and such a waste” the man snickered as he pressed the gun into her abdomen. Tears slipped down her face as she felt the cool metal against her.

BANG

It was the shot heard round the room. Everything stood quiet as Charlotte collapsed to the floor. The leader of the men shouted he need a drink. “NOOOOO! ” Parker screamed as he was let go and raced to Charlotte’s side

“Hey, hey, baby look at me. Look at me,” Parker said as tears flooded down his face.

“I’m sorry, we should’ve left.” Charlotte whispered with labored breaths while blood poured out of her wound. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Parker cried while rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Blood pooled around them and he could only be focused on one thing, the love of his life dying in his arms. “Parker, it hurts so much,” Charlotte cried. The pain was mind-numbing. Threatening the life inside her.

“I know, love. Just keep your eyes on me love, keep’em open”

“I’m so tired Parker… I want my last words to you to be I love you. I love you ok? So much.” she whispered, then broke into a coughing fit. Blood filling her mouth and running down her chin, scaring Parker.

“Don’t, don’t fucking start that now you, hear me. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna get married and have kids and grow old together,” Parker exclaimed as her eyes threatened to shut.

“You said yes, Char. You have to be okay. You said yes. I asked you to marry me and you said yes.” Parker cried as tears refused to stop coming. Charlotte’s eyes growing more and more to a close.

“Please, don’t leave me baby. Charlotte don’t leave me. Don’t fucking close your eyes. You hear me. Don’t.” And with that, the hand Parker held so close to his heart was limp. Her eyes had closed and heart stopped beating. She was gone.

“No! No, no no, hey hey hey, come on, come on baby stay with me. Stay with me please.”

“Wake up, darling. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just come back to me baby. , I need you,” Parker whimpered. He burst into a fit of sobs and hugged her close to his body, not wanting to let her go because then it all became real.

The woman who changed his life, no longer walked this earth. The love of his life was gone. All the bubbling life inside of her, vanished like it had never existed in the first place. Parker’s demeanor flipped like a switch. His sadness became infused with anger, he was out for blood.

“You bastards! Why did you do that? She had nothing to do with this?” Parker thundered as blood coated his knuckles. “I’m sorry kid, but it had to be done” The leader spoke.

In a fit of rage, Parker grabbed the empty champagne bottle and smashed it over one of the guy’s heads, knocking the muscular guy unconscious.

“Big mistake, kid. Thought you were smarter than that.” The leader said as he stood in front of Parker and delivered him a swift punch to the jaw, flooring Parker.

“She really wasn’t enough of a message? Want her death to be in vain?” He spat as he kicked Parker in the stomach.

Several kicks followed, two more to the stomach, one to the groin and one final blow to the head, demobilizing Parker. He laid on the ground coughing up blood, trying to gather enough strength to get home.

He looked once more over to the girl he had loved, lifeless with a whole in stomach, knowing if it weren’t for him she would still be alive. Charlotte was the only thing on his mind as he succumbed to all the pain and everything faded to darkness.

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blitzturtles · 3 years

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Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 5

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): BruAbba, FugoNara / NaraFugo (Could be platonic, honestly, tho the BruAbba definitely isn't.)

Summary: He should have listened to Fugo more closely. Should have paid more attention to Abbacchio. Maybe something they had said or done would help now, but he doesn’t know because he never listens. He’s too stupid to get any of this right, and now Bucciarati’s suffering for it.

Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?

This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). This is Nara's chapter. Also, sorry this is super late; we just moved into our new rental, and that's been incredibly stressful/difficult.

Narancia groans and slams a fist against his desk. He’s been at this homework bullshit for the better part of two hours now, and he hasn’t gotten anywhere! He’s at the end of his rope with, but he knows Fugo will be mad if he gives up now. After all, Fugo’s the one that put the practice sheet together for him, but that doesn’t make it any easier for Narancia to understand.

“Why do I bother?” He mutters to himself, but he already knows the answer. It’s because Bucciarati always gets this sad look in his eyes whenever the subject of school comes up, and he always looks so damn proud of Narancia whenever he manages to score a lousy ‘C’. Narancia can’t imagine the disappointment if he withdrew from school (... again), so he decides to double down.

It’s less than five minutes later that he’s pulling at his hair with clenched fists.

Maybe a break wouldn’t be the worst idea. Fugo won’t be back for a few more hours, and it’s not like he’d know. Narancia could get a snack, maybe watch a single episode of the dumb drama that Mista got him into. Or even half an episode! Narancia’s a reasonable guy. He can behave.

He’s about halfway to the kitchen when his stomach turns oddly. “I’m working on it,” he says to himself, but he can’t quite shake the feeling that something is off. Or-- wrong? His brows furrow together. It’s like the feeling of being watched, what with the unease that’s curling around his entire being, but it’s different somehow. Something’s definitely wrong, but he doesn’t know what.

There’s really only one way to find out.

Aerosmith materializes in front of him, along with Narancia’s radar. He squints at it with a frown. There are only two signatures, which is what he would expect. Everyone else is busy today. It’s just him and Bucciarati. No one’s skulking around the exterior or hiding somewhere inside. Just the two of them, except--

Except Bucciarati’s signature looks weird, and it takes Narancia a moment to realize why. It’s weak and too fast, and he doesn’t need to be in the room to imagine the gasping breaths that are causing the unsteady signal. The signal that’s dropping; the signal that’s--

“Shit!” Narancia’s off like a shot through the mansion. Aerosmith races ahead of him, already scoping out the scenario that he’s about to run into with almost no real clue on how to handle it. It doesn’t slow him down in the least. He’s too fixated on getting to Bucciarati.

There’s something viscerally disturbing about seeing his Capo on the ground with the back of his head pressed into the floor in a way that looks downright painful. His entire body is rigid down to the tips of his fingers, which look like someone’s strung the tendons tight enough to snap.

Narancia nearly trips on his own feet trying to close the last of the distance, and he all but falls on his knees. His hands frantically feel out Bucciarati’s upper arm, but he doesn’t know what his goal is there. He doesn’t know what his goal should be. Sure, he saw Abbacchio handle that one seizure, and Fugo gave him a rundown, but this is different. Several times more terrifying than anything he could have prepared for, much less so when he has no one to help him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he whispers as he tries to remember what Abbacchio did.

On his side. Bucciarati should be on his side, but he looks like he’s in pain with the way his features are scrunched up. It’s only the short, painful gasps that yield no air movement that kick Narancia into gear. Bucciarati’s carbon dioxide input has all but dissipated now, and Narancia’s had his stand for long enough to know that Bucciarati’s burning up more and more of his oxygen reserves the longer this goes on.

Actually getting Bucciarati onto his side is so much harder than it sounds. Moving a man that’s larger than him and rigid in every part of his body makes it a near impossible task, but Narancia manages through pure willpower.

“C’mon, you need to breathe,” Narancia knows his voice sounds desperate and shaky. Pathetic, really, but he’s practically pleading with Bucciarati. He’d do anything for the man to just listen to him, but Bucciarati continues to suck in inhale after inhale with seemingly no pause to actually let anything out. It’s terrifying, and Narancia feels his eyes burning and his frustration getting the better of him.

He should have listened to Fugo more closely. Should have paid more attention to Abbacchio. Maybe something they had said or done would help now, but he doesn’t know because he never listens. He’s too stupid to get any of this right, and now Bucciarati’s suffering for it.

The shaking starts after another few, hopeless seconds pass. It’s to Narancia’s sick relief that Bucciarati’s signal finally comes back. A massive ripple across his radar that evens out to something not quite right, but something there.

Eventually, the shaking turns into painful looking jerking motions, and even those start to slow down after another few seconds before Bucciarati goes entirely still. Narancia can’t bring himself to relax yet, despite the ache in his arms from holding (gently, don’t force it, Fugo’s voice rings out in his head) Bucciarati on his side.

Twenty more seconds pass, and Narancia finally relaxes when Bucciarati’s chest starts to rise and fall naturally. Ten more seconds, and blue eyes are blinking up at him with confusion. There’s a quiet, uncertain sound in the back of Bucciarati’s throat that reminds Narancia of something else Fugo said,

‘He’ll probably be out of it for awhile, and seizures are... ‘ Fugo had gone quiet, ‘Just imagine what it’s like to be the one having them if seeing them is so terrifying.’

“You’re okay,” Narancia says gently. Ignores the wobble of his own voice just like he ignores the wetness on his cheeks.

Bucciarati hums at him and blinks slowly, but there’s no sign that he knows that he’s being spoken too, much less what’s being said.

“I’m sorry,” Narancia continues. He wipes at his eyes quickly, as if to hide the fact that he’s been crying. “I’m sorry- I know, I know this is a lot, and I’m really sorry that I’m screwing it up. You’re okay. I won’t- I’m right here, okay? I’ll keep you safe and shit.”

There’s a moment that Bucciarati turns his head and tries to flip himself onto his back that Narancia thinks might be signs of consciousness, but Bucciarati still doesn’t acknowledge him. He seems uncomfortable more than anything, so Narancia helps him roll onto his back. He can always help him back if-- He shakes the thought from his head.

There’s a line of drool that becomes visible with Bucciarati on his back, and there’s a tinge of pink to it that tells him that Bucciarati either nicked his lip or his tongue. He’s not about to stick his hands in Bucciarati’s mouth to try to figure out which. Not when the amount of blood is so insignificant, and Bucciarati might come to at any moment. Narancia sure as hell wouldn’t want someone’s hands in his mouth while already waking up dazed.

It’s then that his phone chooses to ring out loudly from his pocket, scaring him badly enough that he nearly falls over. Bucciarati’s eyes shift toward him, which is something Narancia would celebrate as a minor victory if his heart weren’t pounding too hard already.

He fishes around in his pocket and breathes out a sigh of relief at seeing Fugo’s name. “Seizure,” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth before so much as a greeting on either end can be spoken.

“Shit,” Fugo shifts on his end, “I’ll call Abbacchio. How long?”

“I don’t know, like- less than two minutes, I think? I mean the shaking part. I don’t know, fuck, I’m-”

“Stop,” Fugo cuts him off before he can spiral, “You did fine. Stay with him. We’ll be there soon, and remember what I said.”

“Got it,” Narancia doesn’t bother to hang up before he discards the phone nearby (carefully, near enough to reach if he needs it).

Without thinking, he finds his fingers in Bucciarati’s bangs. It’s something that he does for Fugo. Petting through his hair until he can breathe normally again after a bad panic attack or flashback. This might not be the same, but he hopes it helps. All the while, he runs his mouth with a bit more confidence after Fugo’s reassurance.

“Nara--ncia?” Bucciarati blinks, scrunches his eyes, and opens them again. “What?”

“You had a seizure,” Narancia explains, “But you’re okay now. Fugo and Abbacchio are going to be here soon.”

“Oh,” Bucciarati hums like he did earlier, but he’s definitely more aware now. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, I mean-” Narancia shrugs, unable to find the words he wants. That’s another problem of his, but it’s his problem and not Bucciarati’s. “I’m just glad you’re doing a little better.”

“Feel like I was hit by a train,” the words are stuttered out, and it takes Bucciarati a while to form them, but he manages in the end. Narancia’s relieved to hear him say anything at all.

“You were kinda tense.”

Bucciarati lets out a sound that might be a laugh, and Narancia curses himself for pointing out the obvious.

“Sorry, I didn’t-”

“It’s fine,” Bucciarati absently leans into the gentle touch of Narancia’s calloused hands working their way through his hair. It’s a gentle sensation that’s more than welcome compared to the ache in the rest of his body.

Seeing the way Bucciarati relaxes puts Narancia at ease enough to shift from his knees to his ass. He crosses his legs, all while still carding his fingers through Bucciarati’s hair. They talk for a while, about nothing in particular. The words eventually get easier for Bucciarati, and he’s more lucid now than he had been after the last seizure that Narancia saw him have. That has to be good, or that’s what he tells himself anyway.

“Bruno,” Abbacchio calls from the doorway, causing Narancia and Bucciarati to turn their attention to the worried man. He must have been walking fast or outright running, considering the seconds that pass before Fugo appears behind him.

“I’m alright,” Bucciarati says immediately upon seeing their faces.

It’s so absurdly Bucciarati that Narancia wants to laugh, but he’s also relieved.

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone back,” Abbacchio grumbles as he crouches beside them on the floor. He moves to help stabilize Bucciarati when the man insists on sitting up; something that he hadn’t asked Narancia to do, and Narancia’s kind of grateful for that (like he is for so many of the things that Bucciarati does for him).

Bucciarati rolls his eyes, but there’s a pull at the corner of the left side of his mouth that gives him away. As much as he doesn’t like to be treated like a child, his love for Abbacchio will always trump his irritation. “We can’t live in constant fear.”

“We can make things work until you get on meds that help,” Fugo pointed out with a thoughtful frown.

The small smile slips off of Bucciarati’s face, and he sighs a deep, tired puff of air. “Maybe,” he admits, if only for the moment. He doesn’t look up for an argument, and, if he were, he’d likely keep it behind closed doors. Correcting their behavior in public is one thing, demanding of them what needs to be done is another, but a full on argument? That’s a rare sight for any of them.

“Let’s get you to the sofa,” Abbacchio says with a sigh of his own.

“I’ll uh, leave you guys to it,” Narancia mumbles, palms already pressing to the ground to shove himself upwards. His chest feels tight, and he feels his eyes beginning to water again. It’s ridiculous, considering the fact that Bucciarati is fine now. Great, even. At least compared to last time, but it’s like the whole situation has finally caught up with him. The panic and anxiety are threatening to swallow him, and he doesn’t want to lose it in front of a man that’s just been put through the wringer.

“You-” Bucciarati starts, but Fugo cuts in,

“We’ll go get some water and painkillers. You look like you’re sore,” it’s an excuse, though it is something that they can do for Bucciarati, and Narancia’s grateful to be useful. Or he will be in a few minutes, when he’s calmed himself back down.

They make it back to the hall that Narancia had been in when all this started before he loses it completely. The tears come and don’t stop, despite the arms that wrap around him.

“You did a good job,” Fugo murmurs into his ear and presses a kiss to Narancia’s hair. He’s not typically this affectionate in the public areas of the house, but, then again, Narancia doesn’t normally break down in the hallways, either.

“I didn’t count, and I forgot what you said about the blood, and-”

“You did fine, Narancia. He’s alright; that’s all that matters,” Fugo pulls back enough to force the other boy to look him in the eyes. “Seriously, Abbacchio and I are just glad you were there, and I’m sure Bucciarati is, too.”

“Yeah,” Narancia croaks, for lack of anything else to say, and because he suddenly feels too tired to argue.

Fugo pulls him into another hug. One that lingers a bit before either can bring themselves to move away. Ultimately, it’s Narancia who breaks contact.

“Let’s go get Bucci some water and pain killers. That shit looked awful,” Narancia says as he wipes at the drying tears. He can only imagine how sore every one of Bucciarati’s muscles must feel, including ones he probably hadn’t been aware of until waking up.

Fugo nods, “Yeah, let’s go.”

By the time they make it back to the library, Bucciarati is curled up on the sofa and leaned against Abbacchio. They’re talking quietly, but surprisingly don’t seem to be arguing. It might have something to do with the fatigue that’s so apparent on Bucciarati’s face, and the worry on Abbacchio’s. The added arm that’s curled around Bucciarati in a protective manner only lends to that theory.

“We got meds,” Fugo says as a way to announce their presence.

Bucciarati sits up enough to take both the pills and the cup of water they brought for him. He downs both in a single go and pulls a face at the dryness that remains. “Thank you. Both of you, but especially you, Narancia.”

“Yeah, it uh- was long overdue, right?” Narancia says, trying to make a light-hearted remark about their first meeting. He’s felt like he’s owed Bucciarati for that ever since, though this hardly feels like repaying him.

Bucciarati smiles at him anyway. “Come sit down? You look like you might fall over.”

Says the man that just had a seizure. Then again, Bucciarati’s already sitting. Narancia hasn’t managed to stop fidgeting in his spot since they got back to the library.

He sits on the couch on Bucciarati’s free side while Fugo takes up his favorite plush chair a few feet away. Narancia holds himself awkwardly, trying to avoid putting any more pressure on the parts of Bucciarati’s body that might hurt (which he figures is most of it).

“Oh for the love of-” Abbacchio reaches behind Bucciarati to tug Narancia by the collar. He yanks him sideways until he’s leaned against Bucciarati, who looks more than happy to accept the additional affection.

Bucciarati snakes his arm around Narancia and hugs him close with a gentle squeeze. “I know you don’t believe any of us, but you did a great job today, weird as that is for me to say,” but putting his charges before himself is a near character flaw, considering how it had nearly cost Bucciarati his life.

There are renewed tears in Narancia’s eyes, and he has to take a moment to compose himself before he can respond, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me, too, kid,” Abbacchio grumbles and reaches over again to squeeze Narancia’s shoulder.

#bruabba #narafugo #fugonara #bucci gang #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure #jjba part 5 #part 5 #vento aureo #golden wind #blitzwrites #blitz #fic: islt

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norangeyyy · 3 years

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I literally l can't think of anything because I'm just not that creative— but ummmm

idk your ocs hanging with the bucci gang?? or la squad ra. Idk I wanna learn more about them, orrr jojo villains.... watching jojo for fun :) (im shit at this oop)

A/N: Sis please— I'm actually in love this idea!! 😖💖 I'm glad to give my girls some attention so here :DDD (I made this an Everyone Survives AU btw bcs i just don't want angst for this one🤧)

With the Bucci Gang

► Alright, we're gonna start with Hiraeth since she's the only one they know.

► Her first meeting with the gang outside Passione is just like any other, pretty uneventful. But that's because they're in the middle of a mission and it just so happens that they needed a place to stay in for a night and ended at the hotel where she works at.

► Hiraeth, as usual, recognized them immediately thanks to Bucciarati being the popular one in the group. In fact, it was him that she got along with first when they checked in.

► The others followed when Mista requested her to be the one to serve them everytime they come back so he could hit on her in which Hiraeth just laughed off knowing exactly that the gunslinger is literally just old enough to be her son(She's 29)

► That's the reason why Mista almost choked to his death that night when she revealed her age^

► They got to keep in touch with her after that night thanks to Bucciarati so she'd sometimes be invited to come over on special occasions but most of the time it's just either Trish, Fugo, and Abbachio going shopping or Narancia wanting to go to the arcade and eat ice cream but everyone's too busy to go out with him.

► First time Bucciarati heard about it^ he almost gave her his whole wallet in exchange for the trouble of having to babysit the 17 y/o boy and Narancia got scolded lmao

► He and the other two torture dance boys may or may not also spam her with messages everytime they're in *real* trouble and telling Bucciarati about it is not in the options anymore (Abbachio in the bg telling them to stop dragging her into it while Giorno and Trish watches concerned in the corner lol)

► Long story short, she officially became that chill auntie that everyone trusts with their secrets.

With La Squadra

► Now we're getting real ;)

► Hiraeth has a whole ass history with these guys so she doesn't really need to hide her identity with them.

► It all started in highschool with her being in the same class as Risotto and years later they bump into each other again but this time, it's inside the mafia, which they both find quite ironic since they're both the well-behaved kids back then.

► Because of this, it wasn't that hard for Hiraeth to get into Passione and it's also why Oneira exists. Risotto knows that Hiraeth still has a life outside the mafia unlike him and strictly ordered her to never let anyone know about it.

► So what's better disguise than looking like your Capo's crazy twin sister, right?

► Fast forward to La Squadra finding out who Oneira is anyway since you can't really hide anything for that long in a group of nine men.

► Now that they know what she looks like under that cake of white face paint and eyeliner, she has to say goodbye and go solo for safety purposes.

► "Fucking great job, Illuso." "Hey, it wasn't just me! "

► Going solo and building a name for herself after leaving the gang didn't start well either since rumors are inevitable so Oneira really has to avoid La Squadra and lay-low until the rumors subside.

► But sometimes she'll slip in and surprise everyone in the hideout which always ends up with them drinking and trashing the place all night then waking up with Risotto sitting across them with a glare.

► Worry not though, Oneira wouldn't be there to suffer Risotto's wrath since she'll be long gone along with Sorbet and Gelato before their capo could even go back home.

► Cue to three of them laughing like maniacs at 6AM as they drive to Oneira's house to hide using Ghiaccio's car that's covered in pink glitter and puke, with Melone passed out naked and tied in the trunk.

► "Hello?! This is Formaggio, where the hell are you guys?! Gelato, i could hear you guys laughing, come back here you cowards! Risotto's gonna kill us!" "I'm sorry but we missed the part where that's our problem*hangs up*"

With the JoFoes

► This would be a whole another AU from the ones above since Hiraeth only knows Diavolo and Doppio but her with the other villains would be more chaotic than when she's with La Squadra.

► Since this is an AU where Hiraeth doesn't really have to be either Oneira or Maestra, she can do whatever she wants(Hell yeah)

► So if they ever watched JJBA with her, they all better prepare to be bullied for the next 5 days.

► "Dio, wHY?! " "Imagine getting your ass kicked before stands even existed. Atleast, you're sexy though. " "DIO please, you look like a banana fuckboy and you kill dogs. " "Kira, i don't even know where to start. " "Maybe if you stopped shouting your stupid villain monologue then you would've gotten the arrow. "

► Everyone's laughing until it's their turn to be bullied for the dumb shit they did in the show. No one's truly safe except for those whose parts still hasn't gotten an anime adaptation.

► "Atleast we know basic math, Hiraeth. Go back to Fugo and join Narancia, maybe you'd learn something from that 16 year old. " "HOW DARE YOU?! "

► When i said no one's safe, i meant it^

► Don't worry, they're all still buddies and would still start fires together at the end of the day.

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abri-chan · 4 years

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I was reading your unpopular opinions post and saw your buccellati is an incompetent capo without integrity point which is an interesting take! Would you mind explaining your thoughts to me?

I have hinted this in previous posts but time to compile them in a long one. However, do keep in mind integrity as a capo is different from that as a person. Sometimes they overlap: Polpo was corrupted as a person (a personification of greed) and that greed leaked into his integrity as a capo. As we see his own zone is in shambles during the opening of VA and probably what inspired Giorno to decide Passione needs a better leader. For Bruno, he is actually a kind person, but he doesn’t make the best leader.

So by *integrity* I will use the meaning of “being whole and undivided”, or said in a better way “how much do your decisions or ideals conflict?” So a person would have low integrity if his decisions really go in conflict with his stated ideals. Integrity is befuddled with morality plenty of times, but I want to make the case that it is separate: integrity only measures how much the actions of a system conflict with its core values. Morality comes into play when these conflicts have real consequences on people’s lives.

I’ll also compare Bruno with Risotto, because I see Risotto as a better leader and I want to illustrate by contrast. LONG POST AHEAD

So to start, why is Bruno inefficient? I think his inefficiency as a capo comes from his inherent kindness. It’s a bit like that part in Black panther, where the now dead king says: You are a good man, and it’s hard for a good man to be king. As a capo you have to prioritize your own team; because that’s why they are willing to sacrifice for you in the first place. So sometimes to be efficient you have to take decisions that to you as a *person* may be morally appalling but they’re needed for the greater good of the team. If you think about it murder doesn’t sound okay... but you can justify why Bucci Gang had to commit plenty of murders with regards to their team goal of getting up in the ranks. Or that it is just work assigned by the boss, and so on.

When it comes to Bruno we see him unwilling to harm citizens. Yeah I know he used this guy’s body in his fight with Giorno, but could be the Vegeta effect: at first the author makes us see this guy as bad bc he’s a villain and his personality suddenly changes a lot after he’s baptized as a good guy. I feel mangakas do change small details about characters as time goes on; overall their personality is constant but there are slip ups. Also Bruno may consider those that take drugs to not be worthy citizens... But overall Bruno is okay with torturing a 15 year old boy bc this boy is linked to the mafia by killing Luca, but he’s not okay with sacrificing a 15 year old girl bc she didn’t choose to be thrown into the mess the boss made. That’s a kind decision, and Bruno really acted like a father to Trish; but that’s a dumb and inefficient decision with regards to his team. As Fugo said, they had done plenty of vile things before, so what’s special about abandoning another girl? You can’t endanger the whole team that has served you and put their life on the line, and then just quit and tell them go do whatever, follow me or not, I don’t care.

In my opinion, one thing people don’t talk about leadership, is that when shit hits the fan the leader is someone that is willing to shoulder the responsibility. A team-member can be relieved from the stress of making a hard decision if they say: my capo made me do it. You can’t be blamed if you are a mindless machine that follows orders. And that’s what keeps you sane in morally grey situations where the answer is not obvious. The leader on the other hand, in return for all the power and the willingness of each team member to be his pawn, has to shoulder the burden of the hard decision as well as its moral blame. He has to live with the fact of being the hand that pulled the trigger, and be the ONE to take the decision that no one else wants to take (bc it’s a mentally taxing thing to do).

So you can’t have a capo like Bruno who cannot take hard decisions, but instead unloads that burden on their team: think for yourselves. Definitely makes sense for the team to be self-sufficient on their own, but the capo sets the team goals, so if you area capo, in a hierarchy, you can’t have every member doing their own thing bc it will lead to chaos. You can’t unburden the decision of “following the capo or not” onto Narancia, bc he didn’t sign up for it. He signed up to be a follower and Bruno just changed the terms and conditions (more on this in a moment). Deciding to betray the boss was a capo-level decision, getting on that boat was a capo-level decision, and Bruno the capo just throws that decision burden away and onto his teammates; you pilot your own plane now I don’t care I never trained you and it was out of the blue. (Don’t come with the argument of maybe they all wanted to be capos one day. Sure, but you don’t train fledgling capos on a life and death situation of betraying the boss! It should be a gradual process, not throwing in the towel so your members have to pick up your slack. Bruno highhandedly dissolved the Bucci Gang as a team with no warning and on the worst situation possible for all his members-- when shit hit the fan his answer was to prioritize this stranger girl instead of his own team.)

Inefficiency is linked with lack of integrity bc if your actions conflict with your core values you won’t get much done. A good capo (different from a good person) would have set some capo core values, as well as core goals for his team, and would disclose those to his team members. There’s a contract between the capo and the team member, with terms and conditions; the member follows and sacrifices for capo’s vision because of tangible benefits that come from rising up the ladder. Sure, in many cases people follow for reasons that are not in the “contract”: we have Narancia following bc he respected Bruno, Abbacchio has a one-sided crush, etc. But the reason they were all elated when Bruno became capo is that all members knew they would have power and other benefits coming from them raising in the ranks of Passione. They trust the capo to stay true to the disclosed values and goals, because TRUST is of the essence.

Now what does Bruno do? He has a different contract with the newcomer Giorno, which he doesn’t disclose to the other team members. It’s not smart to play favorites, especially if you have nothing to justify this preference with regards to what the other team members know. We slowly see signs of distrusts or at the very least anxiety appearing in Bucci Gang; Abbacchio and Fugo question why Bruno trusts Giorno so much. It eventually culminates with Fugo breaking away, because Bruno has no integrity as a capo.

In the boat scene, Bruno prioritized his personal trauma and feelings: Trish reminds him of himself and his complicated relationship with his father. But your personal feelings should not come above your capo core values. (There are core personal values and core capo values, and you cannot mix them up as you please). Other members also have had shitty lives and personal feelings, but they don’t deviate from the team values bc they trust their capo won’t either. Why should Bruno’s feelings be special? Fugo rightfully asks why Bruno suddenly changed their contract, for a girl they don’t even know. And Fugo is right; Bruno betrayed his trust, along with the team’s trust: he didn’t uphold the contract and didn’t disclose his real intentions and core values to them. Not only that, but Fugo is made out to be a coward for not getting into that boat, but how could he follow a capo that no longer has integrity? Fugo did the logical thing: his capo who he trusted broke his trust for a stranger, changed the contract, and no one even knows what the new contract is. What are the new core values for the team? What are the new goals? Bruno can’t even lead well anymore, and slowly everyone starts seeing Giorno as more of a leader (Narancia in the fight with Squalo and Tiziano). Because Giorno’s core values and actions align: he has integrity. Why would someone smart like Fugo follow a now chaotic leader like Bruno, who doesn’t even care how much the team has sacrificed for them and breaks their trust as if it were the right thing to do.

Compare that to a team like La Squadra, and it’s sad we don’t see more of their interactions. But from what we see, it’s telling that no one defected, unlike in Bruno’s Gang. And I doubt it’s bc these men were more friends or buddies than Bruno’s Gang. I’m willing to bet they have their own subgroups, and some severely dislike one another. But they stick together bc Risotto’s integrity has a leader has trickled down to his own team: they trust that Risotto will make the hard decisions when the time comes. And they trust he won’t betray the trust and sacrifice they have put into this.

Unlike Bruno who has favorites, it seems Risotto treats his men equally, since he divides the pay among them. It also seems the team clearly knows their core values and goals, otherwise they wouldn’t be so secure in following their leader. You can’t just follow blindly, if the leader doesn’t prove himself that his actions do align with the values he has disclosed to you.

As an example of Risotto putting his team’s values over his own personal feelings: Sorbet and Gelato’s death. We know he’s Sicilian and stereo-typically so at times. In the backstory, the murderer of his cousin is punished by law, but Risotto still kills him... bc blood is a family issue. You have to take honor in your own hands and inflict punishment. Mafia is a bit like family too, so the boss killing two of Risotto’s men has caused harm and humiliation to the entire team. No one will persuade me that Risotto’s initial reaction wasn’t to bust down Diavolo’s door (once he found him) and make him pay for the blood he spilled from his “squadra tree”. But he kept those feelings down, he swallowed the humiliation, bc seeking personal revenge on Sorbet and Gelato would be the foolish thing to do. It’s what Risotto the man would do, but now what Risotto the capo should do. He made the decision to bear the humiliation himself, as the capo who didn’t avenge his fallen men, and it took courage to say: “forget about those two, as if they never existed”. He swallowed both his Sicilian and capo pride in that statement. And he probably stays up at night thinking on how he would want Diavolo to pay through his nose.

In fact, La Squadra didn't’ defect again until Trish appears and they have a real chance at taking down the boss. And even then, Formaggio brings up the financial benefits of being the new leaders of Passione: it’s not just about the humiliation of having Sorbet and Gelato killed, but there are clear financial benefits to them following Risotto this time, and that’s worth sacrificing for. And Risotto doesn’t just up and change his terms and conditions as he pleases, so that makes their men feel secure. You can be angry all you want at Prosciutto killing an entire train, but if you’re need a team partner, would you want Bruno who will change his mind bc one guy on the train reminds him of his dad, or Prosciutto who to protect his own team is willing to kill an entire train? I think a lot of courage in Bucci Gang comes from the inherent virtues in his team members: Narancia is loyal by nature. In La Squadra, since even someone like Melone has “team virtues” it probably comes from the way the leader inspires them all and the kind of environment he has created. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take the team that guarantees no one will abandon my ass in a mission, bc the capo has high integrity.

On a tangential note, I do believe Bruno is kinder than Risotto; I feel Risotto is more just than he is kind. But maybe for a leader it is more important to be just then, because too much kindness will get you into contradicting the core values you set up for your team.

#anime manga rambles #Bruno Buccellati #Bruno Bucciarati #Risotto Nero #jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure

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kirieshhhka003 · 4 years

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heyoo! hope you are having a great day💕 i’d like to request hcs of the bucci gang (trish too if you don’t mind?) reacting to a new member desperate because they broke something, like they’re scared of them getting mad or something worse. Im sorry if this is kinda specifc, i haven’t had the best day but your writing always makes me better, ty💕💕

Sorry but I didn’t include Trish, I just hadn’t any ideas about what to write for her, sorry😢. Thank you for your support and request, my dear anon💚

Bucci gang x desperate S/o because they broke something

Bruno Buccellati

They fucked up, they fucked up very much. They crushed a car they were driving trying to escape from enemies following them. It wasn’t a big deal, Bruno with the newbie stole it from the parking, it was the first car they saw. The problem was that enemies were chasing them and Bruno was trying to distract them so S/o had a chance to get to the car and pick Buccellati up afterwards

But now, instead of saving a capo, they were trying to get out of the crushed car, strange smoke started to come out under the hood. S/o needed to find a new car, but how? Bruno was the one who started the engine in a crushed auto, they don’t know how to get a new car(so they simply stoped the first car passing by them and kicked a driver out of it🤷‍♀️)

When they finally arrived Bruno’s right side was injured, his jacket stained with blood. “What took you so long? Did you forgot where we left our car? And the fuck is that, is it another one? Where did you get the first one?” After explaining to him that they crushed their first auto and it took some time to find another one S/o were ready to hear indignations and swearings but instead Bruno chuckled and patted them on the shoulder. “Chill out, that’s okay. I’m not a good driver, so I can understand you. Everything is fine now so don’t think much about it”

Leone Abbacchio

It’s more likely S/o and Leone were on a mission together and during a fight with enemy they ripped his cloak. When Abbacchio noticed the damage on his clothing, knowing his short temper, he quickly got pissed by it

“Don’t you see what you’ve done? Gosh, pull your head out of ass a look at that. It’s ripped! This cloak was bespoken specially for me and now the only thing I can do with it is throw it away!”

But when he looked at their face and saw tears in their eyes he shut himself up. Was it too much for them?

“Oh gosh” he moaned wearily “Okay, there’s nothing we can do with that, I’ll just buy another one, so stop making that disgusting expression on your face and get in a car, we have a lot of work to do”

Guido Mista

The two of them were on a mission together and it was pretty cold so Mista gave them his jacket, so they won’t catch a cold

The next day S/o were ready to give jacket back to Guido but something caught their attention. The fabric on the elbow was ripped and stained with dirt and blood, they fell last night and didn’t even notice the damages on Mista’s garment

They felt guilty for spoiling Guido’s jacket that he kindly lended them. When they came to him and with wet eyes told him that they ripped his jacket Mista was taken aback. They are crying because of that? Really?

“Oh, c’mon, stop it right now. It’s not a big loss, I didn’t like that jacket anyways, so stop crying”

Narancia Ghirga

Firstly he didn’t understand what was wrong with them, they acted strange, but S/o on themselves are pretty eccentric person and Nara is very unobservant

When they started to ask him for forgiveness he was confused. What do they mean? Are there any enemies and they’re trying to notify him in that way that enemies won’t understand it?

When they told him that they accidentally broke his cd-player he was like “Wtf are you dumb? Why are you so nervous? Yeah, it’s a loss, but not a big one. So chill out and don’t bother about it. I thought that there are enemies nearby, you scared me!”

Pannacotta Fugo

The whole team was spending time at their favorite restaurant. Everyone was enjoying their food and company, Bruno and Leone were chatting about upcoming missions, Fugo was reading a new book, Giorno Mista and Narancia were talking about Snoop Dogg’s recent album

Nara was so emotional trying to express how excited he was about new music, he jabbed S/o’s side with his elbow trying to get their attention but he scared them instead. The tea that was in a cup they were holding spilled and some of it got right on Fugo’s book

The both Nara and S/o loose their shit when they saw a book pages soaked with sweet tea, knowing Fugo’s anger management issues. S/o started to apologize, they spoiled his book and of course Fugo had every right to be angry

But instead of shouting at them he just sighed irritably and said “Gosh, you guys are so fucking loud and annoying. Narancia, shut the hell up, nobody wants to hear your squeaky voice yelling about Snoop. And you, you spilled tea on my freaking book, and now it’s all wet and looks more like a rag. It’s a horrible day, I hate all of you so much”

(In less than 10 min he calmed down and started to argue with Nara about what song from the new album is better)

Giorno Giovanna

After a hard mission Giorno and S/o were having an ice cream. It was about 3 pm, they were tired and injured, their clothes were saturated with sweat and blood, it was weary hot and every breath was painful(mostly because of broken ribs)

So why weren’t they going home? Because this blonde brat wanted an ice cream. Giorno was driving a car and he really was going to ride S/o home but a sudden thought hit his pretty head and here they are, eating their ice cream at 3 pm all beaten up and tired

It was a middle of the summer, and even at night it was very hot and stuffy. Giorno was eating his dessert while telling S/o some teenage gibberish about video games and music and they were just sitting nex to him on the bench, almost sleeping, just nodding and yessing

S/o wanted to sleep so badly, they didn’t even notice that their ice cream melted and was dripping down their hand. “Ehhh, are you alright?” They opened their eyes and looked at Giorno, a funny confused expression on his face. Then they looked down and saw their melted ice cream dripping right on his leg

Yeah, his pants were dirty and stained with blood after a mission but now there is a sweet ice cream that is so hard to wash out. Giorno saw their worry and laughed quietly “Oh, don’t worry, there’s nothing to do with those pants. I ripped them, and I don’t think that I’ll be able to wash out all those blood stains. I’ll just buy another pants, how do you think, shouldi add some lace on the new pair or will it be too much?”

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