#yandere ghiaccio

[depravitymoon]

Does the Yandere la squadra have room preferences for the darling post kidnapping?

This is the oldest ask sitting in my inbox and today’s the day I answer it. Right now, I’m gonna be honest. Part of the reason this sat in my inbox for so long is because I was trying to figure out the question. Hence, I’m going to try to guess what it’s asking. 

The questions I’m gonna be asking myself:

What are the general house rules post-kidnapping?

Would your yandere even give you a room?

Would your yandere change their own room for you?

And just to make this simple: This is an Everyone Lives AU where Giorno is Don and actually increased La Squadra's pay by 1000%. La Squadra are roommates in a big ass villa, so it feels like live in through own private apartment complex... but richer. lol

(Some of the pictures of rooms come from here.)

(Warning: Other than yandere, kidnapping, and implied forced labor, Melone also wants kids with you.))

RIsotto Nero

Risotto’s rules:

Don’t get sassy with him.

Do what he says.

Do not attempt to run away from him.

If he is not there, then have Pesci or Prosciutto guide you.

Would your yandere even give you a room? NO.

Risotto isn’t as fucked up as some of his teammates, but he likes having control of you. Also, it’s easier to intimidate you when he’s always so close to you (and is a giant). Having your own room might make you feel too comfortable disobeying him and he refuses to let you think that’s an option.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? Yes. You behave and he’s willing to even make the room look like Enid and Wednesday’s. 

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s rules:

Be a good housewife.

Cook the meals.

Clean the ‘house’.

Run errands with Pesci.

Don’t sass him.

Greet him when he gets home.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  HAHAHAHAHA, NO. You’re funny.  You two are married and married couples sleep together.  Also, you’re in charge of cleaning, do you really want your own room to clean in addition of his room and Pesci’s.

Would your yandere change their own room for you? He will negotiate with you. Have you been a good wife? Have you been completing the chores? What are you willing to give in return to drastically change his room for you? 

Sidenote 01: Prosciutto gets the biggest room because Risotto didn't care to get the Master bedroom. 

Sidenote 02: Proscuitto just wants you taking care of his portion of the villa. If you're being annoying, he'll force you to clean of Pesci's portion (but Pesci's nice enough to help you with your cleaning).

Pesci

Pesci’s rules:

Be polite to Risotto.

Listen to what big brother says.

If big bro gets handsy on you, look for Pesci.

Avoid the others except Ghiaccio.

Stay away from Ghiaccio when he’s mad. Don’t walk, RUN.

Would your yandere even give you a room? Pesci would never force you to stay in his room unless he actually thought you were in danger. At worse, he'd manipulate you into staying with him. If La Squadra has room (no pun intended) you can have your own room.

Would he change his room for you? Absolutely! He just wants you comfortable! Hell, you can have half of his room AND your own room. 

Melone

Melone’s Rules:

Be a good parent to his future offspring.

Don’t ask for anything unless you’re willing to do some Not Safe For Work activities for it.

At least pretend you're happy to see Melone once in awhile, especially around bambino!

Would your yandere even give you a room? Honestly, yes. He did kidnap you to force you to have his future children. The least he can do is accommodate you.

He'll only let you roam the villa if he believes you'll behave. The moment you try leaving is the moment you're literally chained to his bedroom and has to have Pesci follow you around when Melone can't.  Yes, he knows you're mad that he plans to baby trap you. At least you'll be a rich mom, not a pauper with 'freedom'.

Would he change his room for you?  No. If anything, he’d probably make your room also your future baby’s room too, which would force you to come to his room for some peace and quiet.

Ghiaccio

((Author's Note: Let's pretend that the floor is an all white carpet. Apparently, most people know better than to have white carpet.))

Ghiaccio’s Rule:

DO NOT stain his room.

DO NOT yell at him.

DO NOT talk to the other members unless it’s an emergency.

DO NOT be alone with Melone.

DONT. STAIN. ANYTHING.

You may be asking "Why would you have a white room? Why not just let me go if you dont want a stained room-" SHUT UP AND DONT SASS HIM.

Would your yandere even give you a room?  Depending on if you two are own good terms, he might let you stay in the tinier room right next to his. Just behave. Your room has no bed, because he'll be forcing you to sleep in his bed with him. You're the most likely darling to be allowed to roam the villa, but you can't go outside. 

Would he change his room for you?  No, which is why you get your own room if you behave. 

Illuso

Illuso's rules:

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Do as he says.

Oh, he keeps you in the mirror world with food all day when he's not with you. Rights? lol Silly darling, you have no rights.

Everything you have is solely due to his desires. While Risotto's darling spends 90% of the time in his room, Illuso's darling spends 99.99% of the time in Illuso's room and the mirror world.

Formaggio

Doesn’t need rules because he can just shrink you down when he wants.

I imagine the only thing that stands out about Formaggio's room is that it's filled with a dollhouse, dolls, pet cages, and a hamster ball. Why all of that? So he can entertain himself messing with you. 

There is more than enough room for you to be in Formaggio's room. And he doesn't want to break you like Illuso would. Formaggio just likes bullying you, but he does want you functioning like a human being. Having a person he can actually converse with is better han some doll that obeys him, gross. 

Obviously, you wont get your own room, but he will customize your dollhouse room if you behave! Oh and he does like you room the mansion. Keep in mind if you ever try to flee, that privilege is revoked forever.

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

May I please for a scenario or headcanons for poly La Squadra including Sorlato with fem darling who knows about their interest towards her and her saying this:

"I know your interest in me, and I'm willing to return those feelings if you let me continue working in my doll shop and you guys work there. Also, I know your original paychecks sucks, so we all get what we want."

Cool, extra hands to help out? Seems like a good bargain, on the surface, there’s no take backs once you say “yes” and being Yandere they will test their dearests mettle to the limits.

Yandere! La Squadra w/ doll shop owner darling

So whether you repair, sell, make dolls, they’re all ready to help. Which depending on the options could be quite chaotic. There will be times they absolutely make you uncomfortable.

Formaggio probably makes comments of how this is rather a bit girly for him and he’d rather just hang around you, Illuso makes a jab at his statement in which these two have a little back and forth. They don’t really end up fighting but there’s a little intensity you can feel.

He then keeps coming up to you for the smallest of tasks or takes forever on certain bits that should be child’s play. It’s absolutely on purpose and almost impossible to get him off your back.

He also mentions you’re so sweet for paying them. That it’s a good thing that he’s there with the others, otherwise you could get taken advantage of. He’s only allowed to do that, and you can feel the irony of his statement thick in the air.

Sewing/clothing repair is interestingly enough right up Pesci’s alley. He’s worked with fishing line and other thin wires so learning isn’t hard when you teach him. Which you likely praise him for how quickly he’s picked things up.

If you compliment him he gets rather shaky, you swear you see some blush to his cheeks, and Prosciutto scolds him to at least try and keep his composure. His heart flys to the moon if you think his nervousness is cute.

Prosciutto is sort of beaming with pride, but at the same time insists having some time with you himself. There might be a lingering amount of jealousy he had for Pesci’s praise coming from you, but he puts that aside and decides he needs to step up his game.

He gets all professional with you and staring at your stitch work, he’ll immediately help you with any snag/mistake you might’ve made. There’s a point he might even guide your own hands if he sees the need.

He absolutely makes sure you can feel him beside you, and is memorizing every type of fabric you use, the measurements, and accessories. Is he much too close to one side of your ear? That’s a yes. He’ll even tell you it’s absolutely necessary, somehow batting off your concerns as if they’re excuses.

Sorbet and Gelato are an interesting pair that love keeping each other company whenever they can dip out. It feels like they’re unproductive in their work, but by the time you’re closing every little thing you asked them to do is done. It seems they’re rather great at keeping your dolls clean honestly. This does come at a personal cost, if no one else is cornering you Sorbet and Gelato will absolutely be there. Gelato seems to recommend certain dolls be rearranged in a certain way. A couple of them are plucked and the money is all in the register. Sorbet on the other hand seems to be great at seeing which ones have massive value if you received a donation or sale. Telling you them to lock them behind glass, the two of them seem to joke about locking you beind a cute glass display. The way they say it seemingly romantically doesn’t feel like a joke however.

Melone does very well with making sure all of your money is accounted for, somehow he knows all your expenses and other things he probably shouldn’t know about you.

If you’re working in the back and he comes into help with a little dusting or cleaning. He will make pretty suggestive comments about you, and suggests some of the outfits the dolls have would be adorable. If you distract him with something such as horoscopes, he immediately explains every little thing about each sign. How you two positively match and were meant to be. Can end up being rather overwhelming.

He does end up having good suggestions on what people seem to gravitate towards. Which of course he tells you this in great detail.

No matter what job he’s put in he almost always manages to be creepy someway, so you’re likely to have him somewhere out of sight out of mind. He doesn’t consider this a punishment in the slightest, and will certainly take advantage with flirting with you behind the scenes. Having him in front of customers is a big no-no however.

Ghiaccio is another handful of his own, he gets sets off pretty easily so you have to figure out a decent way for him to work on something. He does tend to grab your hand occasionally and gently pull you over to him without warning. (Except around risotto).

He does get very agitated if a customer tries to disrespect you. They may not ever come back if he gets their hands on them.

Insists on having you within his eyesight almost constantly, or at least having you around with whatever task you’re having him do.

You do have to coach him out of his jealousy rages or getting aggravated at another member occasionally. Usually you end up making him some type of tea, he indeed relishes this.

Illuso is likely to be the best at being at the front (aside from yourself or prosciutto). He rather enjoys that you don’t mind him “hogging” the position. It gives him an easy way to be almost constantly in your presence.

He’s thorough on whatever you task him with, he wouldn’t be an assassin if he wasn’t capable after all. He’s so thorough he takes advantage and insists to help you himself. Does his best to make you flustered at any given point in the day.

He definitely stalks you and will chillingly mention a show you liked on tv the night before. Unironically engaging in said show’s contents, all while reveling in your conflicting expressions. He’ll fluster you even more if given the chance, up to the point he’s pulled away to do something else.

Risotto is his another enigma with his obsessiveness, he insists on doing everything during closing hours. Taking inventory/stocking, some of your business side paperwork is done even though you didn’t ask him to. He seems normal on the outside but there’s this aura about him that inwardly sets you off. Like he never wants you to leave his sight.

Any troublesome things occurring outside your business (and your home if it’s not right by) cease. He absolutely follows you home every night and early morning when possible. You’ll never see him however, he makes sure of that. He keeps his team in line when need be, but ironically that means you as well.

He wants you comfortable but he’s not afraid of going right to the edge of insanity to keep you around. He’ll certainly coordinate with other members of the team. He considers your “yes” a contract of approval and will do what he sees fit to keep you around. If that means going to the lengths of threatening others so be it. But he and the others already agreed upon this regardless of how you felt about them.

There are dozens of times he just seems to pop out of nowhere on you. He doesn’t seem to have issue with this in the slightest, if you need your hand held from nearly having a heart attack he’s there to oblige.

Just before he goes out on a mission, he always leaves a favorite food of yours (packaged preferably) on your desk.

If you wonder how he got in without giving him with a key, he likely used Metallica to figure out the shape of the keyhole of your locks.

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[la-principessa-della-squadra]

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

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

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

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

Il Santo Bevitore bar,  00:31

“DOTTOOOOREEEEE…DOTTOOOOREEEEE!!!!”

October, Graduation month.

This was the third time you heard that chant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"UAGLIU!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tu staj proprij a for.”

(You can’t be that stupid.)

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

“...Aò, ma’ndò sta la figa??”

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

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

You quickly recognize the man’s voice.

“Formi…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mecojoni...”

(DAMN.)

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

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

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

“Oh no no…sto apposto!”

(UH,Nah…I’m fine!)

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

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

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

"Sei propio da' a Lazio, Lulù."

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

“ Immaginavo di trovarti qui.”

(I knew you were here.)

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

It’s his voice that made you shiver.

It’s too familiar.

“Oh, Ghiaccio,ce stai anche tu.”

(Oh Ghiaccio, you’re here too.)

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

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

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

According to him:

If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz. 

When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ciao Ghia, come ti vanno le cose?”

(Hello Ghia, How is it going?)

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

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

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

“Non sei preparato-”

(Did you stu-)

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

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

Formaggio cuts you, mocking your girly voice.

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

It's a warning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now that's a twist.

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

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

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

(It’s not my fault you’re ignorant)

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

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

(You did not just call me ignorant.)

“Ignorante nel senso che ignori la grammatica italiana.”

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

“Allora tu sei un imbecille perchè Imbelle”

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

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

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

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

"CHICCA!"

(BABE!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vieni.” 

(Let's go.)

Freddo.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ah...ah…”

Your breath begins to shorten.

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

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

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

A door? 

“C-C-C’è…c’è q-qualcuno?”

(is-is anybody there?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“G-Ghiaccio?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In un attimo, chicca."

(In a moment, babe.)

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

His face inches closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

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

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

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

"Senti le mie dita?"

(Can you sense my fingers?)

"Sì..."

(Yes...)

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

"Dimmi quando non le senti più."

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

"a-ah!F-fermo!"

(a-ah! Stop!)

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

"Rilassati..."

(Relax...)

He coos, his voice a syrupy assurance.

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

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

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

"C-Che cosa è successo?"

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

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

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

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

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

"oh-"

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

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

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

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

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

-ah-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*CRUNCH*

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

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

Your hand remains locked in his.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ci vuole calma e sangue freddo, tosa."

(Baby, it's cold outside.)

#la squadra #ghiaccio #la squadra esecuzioni #ghiaccio jjba #jjba ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #yandere ghiaccio #yandere x reader #jjba formaggio #jjba illuso #jjba giorno giovanna #jjba fugo pannacotta #jjba guido mista #jojo no kimyō na bōken #tw:blood #fem!reader x ghiaccio #This draft recently resurfaced #I've realized that it won't get any better #I will never finish this #rega finalmente me la sono tolta dai maroni

[princelylove]

Au where all of la squadra live together in the same apartment. No warnings besides from kidnapping.

There has to be some sort of cognitive dissonance with Ghiaccio- it’s like he can never make up his mind with how to treat you. Does he want to be rough and tough like Prosciutto, does he want to be gentle and sweet like that pushover Pesci? You can never tell in advance, not when he just flat out won’t communicate with you.

Which, he probably should, considering how frightening it would be to wake up and not know where you are. But it’s just him, he thinks, not some lowlife. Not that he realizes he’s exactly in that category- a lowlife who looks like he lives in a basement. You’re half expecting him to speak like it too, but his voice is surprisingly calm- albeit raspy. 

“Oh, shit. You’re up.” 

His chair creaks a bit as he gets up to come over. He’s wearing shoes inside, shitty beat up sneakers that desperately need a bath, and drags his feet as he walks. Once he gets close enough to where he has you tied up, he crouches down, putting his forearms on his knees- if you found the strength to pounce, you wouldn’t make it.

“Listen, uh..” He’s avoiding eye contact. “You’re not gonna stay in that spot forever, so just- just fucking relax.” He looks over your body, checking for any bruises he may or may not have left. “You live here now. With me. Don’t touch my shit. I'm still bringing yours over, so… don’t ask me about it.” 

You just sort of blink at him, expecting him to keep going, but Ghiaccio doesn’t elaborate. It looks like he’s breathing kind of heavily, and he keeps moving his fingers and hands around- he’s fidgeting. When he notices you’re looking at his face, he looks away. His glasses need to be cleaned. 

“Don’t stare. It’s rude. I can’t be assed to teach you basic manners. Don’t give me that bratty bullshit.” He seems proud of himself when you nod. “Ok. Ok, then. Stay there. I’ll untie you.” 

Ghiaccio leaves and shoves his hands into his pockets. He’s gone for quite some time, but you can hear him talking- yelling, really- at someone else in another room. The other person’s voice is smoother, and keeps laughing at him. The room he has you in is disgusting- it looks well maintained, but it smells stale in there. The only real source of light is a computer monitor and the sunlight fighting the blackout curtains to come in. You’re pretty sure you’re tied to a bedframe- oh, that’s nice. Your captor has a proper bedframe. He’s beating some allegations. 

When he comes back, he kicks the door behind him to close it shut. He’s mumbling something about how much of a ‘fucking dickhead’ the other person was being. He puts his hand over both of your wrists before he cuts the rope, holding you firmly like you’re going to run.

“Don’t make any noise, I don’t want to listen to those cocksuckers making jokes about how I’m probably keeping someone in here. I’ll just bash your head in if you turn out to be too much trouble. Nod yes or shake your head no.”

He lets out a little “Good.” when you nod, and rips the duct tape off your mouth. “I’ll get you something to eat later, Pro normally starts cooking around now…”

#yandere ghiacccio x reader #yandere ghiaccio #yandere la squadra #tw kidnapping

[eclecticmiasma]

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I got confirmation that this ask is for Ghiaccio! I've missed our enraged ice cube. Based on the updated Yandere Alphabet concocted by the lovely dear-yandere. Please send them love and feel free to request me for any characters!

[Warnings: general yandere scariness, afab darling, use of female pejoratives, implied violence]

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

In other posts I have characterized Ghiaccio as a rather lenient and caring Yandere, despite his temperamental and meticulous nature. He views his darling as something rather special- a life preserver in the torrent of chaos that dominates his inner world. Therefore, if he were to lose darling in any capacity I firmly believe the man would snap in half.

If darling were to die, Ghiaccio's already hair-trigger temper would be nigh on impossible to avoid setting off. The one thing in this world tethering him to reality gone in an instant. He simply couldn't endure it without taking the world down with him. The assassin's analytical mind would be bulldozed over by an all consuming grief that he is in no way capable of processing. He would make reckless mistakes during missions, trail off to torture extraneous bystanders for daring to exist near him, throw fits so wild that they would jeopardize their position. If Ghiaccio doesn't die on a mission, Risotto will have no choice but to dispose of him.

It's a different story if darling disappears. At this point any reverence he has held for her will evaporate in an instant. The moment he realizes she is gone an all consuming need to find her will triumph all else. Bitch, that fucking bitch- Ghiaccio will spill a litany of his worst thoughts as he gathers the members of La Squadra one by one. There is a reason why they are the most feared arm of Passione. Not a single target of theirs has ever escaped, and darling will be no different. Ghiaccio relishes the promise of fear shining in her eyes. She'll scream, despite knowing how he detests the shrill sound, but no matter- a frozen tongue makes it rather difficult to shriek.

#ghiaccio #yandere #drabbles #yandere abcs #prompts #yandere prompts #yandere ghiaccio #tw: violence #tw: female pejoratives #tw: yandere #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #yandere jojos bizarre adventure #la squadra #yandere la squadra #minors dni #asks #yandere!ghiaccio

[megan-is-mia]

81 and 102 from the V2 prompt list with stalker Ghiaccio. P.S thank you for coming back from your unofficial hiatus, we missed you

(Lol it wasnt supposed to be a hiatus, I had to fight the medical industry for a few months so they'd give me drugs to function. I'm good now so there should be many more fics in the near future. I missed y'all tho) 81. “I feel like I’m suffocating when I’m not near you.”

102. “I think about you when I touch myself…I’m always thinking about you.”

(Yandere! Ghiaccio x Fem! S/o)

(Y/n) knew she was being stalked, but she would be damned if she would let her stalker know that she knew he was stalking her. As long as she acted like she was ignorant of his existence then hopefully he wouldn’t do anything more than he already was. Unfortunately, that was not the right way to go about things as she was just now finding out as she was dragged into an alleyway and pinned against one of its walls.

“Fuck I hate you, you’ve been such a pain in my ass” Ghiaccio snarled out as he pushed (Y/n) harder against the wall. “Ever since I saw your stupid face I’ve been having trouble focusing at work and I’ve been getting fucking sloppy” he went on, his teeth grinding together in irritation. “I thought if I followed you around for a bit I’d figure out why you’re plaguing my mind but it didn't help!” he punctuated these words by squeezing the girl’s arm.

“Instead now I feel like I’m suffocating when I’m not near you” Ghiaccio complained loudly. “Well? Whatcha gotta say for yourself dumbass?” he added, catching (Y/n) off guard and making her stammer unintelligibly for a few tense moments. “I… I’m sorry?” she offered weakly. “I’m sorry but I don’t even know who you are?” she added unwisely as the young man squeezed her arm again.

“Of course you don't know who I am, you’ve been fucking ignoring me all this time” Ghiaccio grumbled. “Let’s fucking fix that, I’m Ghiaccio and don't you forget it (Y/n)” he added pressing his face into the crook of her neck. Something about the action seemed to bring him some kind of peace and his grip loosened a bit. Not enough for the young woman to escape but enough that it no longer hurt severely. 

“I think about you when I touch myself…I’m always thinking about you” the young man muttered his voice soft now, even loving in tone. (Y/n) felt a shiver go down her spine as the blue-haired male pressed a kiss to her throat. “I know this is a bad idea, but I don’t care… I need you. I tried to ignore the way i felt and stay away from you… fuck that noise” he went on speaking to himself. “I work my ass off, i deserve some happiness. If I gotta steal it then so fucking be it” he spoke as if having come to a decision. (Y/n) was about to speak up and ask him what he meant by these words when a piece of cloth was pressed against her face. She tried not to breath in the cocktail of chemicals that wafted off the material but she failed and soon she was unconscious. The next time she woke up she found her hand chained to a headboard and Ghiaccio’s head in her lap… 

THE END

#jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure part 5 #jojo part 5 #jojo vento aureo #jojo golden wind #yandere jjba part 5 #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure part 5 #yandere jojo part 5 #yandere jojo vento aureo #yandere jojo #jojo #jjba #yandere jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #Ghiaccio #Yandere Ghiaccio

[dark-side-blog3]

I feel like childhood friend la squadra would mke darling drunk enough to confess if they ever been intimate or darling would rant to them about a shitty ex

I wanna preface this by saying the childhood friend au! You've been seeing on this blog has been from another writer: Blep Cat. So if this seems a little different than them, then that's because I wrote this :]

Warnings for dubcon (I saw intimate and sorta ran with it), oral mentioned, drugging, and a poly group of criminals being scuzzy.

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It's probably Formaggios idea to get a bunch of beer for a soccer game he's watching at home instead of at a sports bar because instead of hanging out with like-minded people, he wants to get you drunk with him and have some casual sex in the living room. Illuso probably funds this endeavour, also wanting to sleep with you, and leaves Ghiaccio out of the loop of the real intentions of staying home during a game instead of going to a bar. Ghiaccio inserts himself in this the second he calculates how expensive it is to go to a sports bar, and sticks around the second he questions why these two would only invite themselves and you to this little hangout.

So you've got three men and yourself drinking liberally, the others expected to get you to the stage of casual sex… Formaggio may be unshrinking a new pack of beer every time you're distracted, topping you all up.

And if you don't end up causally palming each other over your pants at the least, then Illuso settles for getting you to rant about past ex's during commercials and halftime. It's so easy to wind you up and set you off in whatever direction they choose. He and Formaggio think it's at least a win of some sort-- you didn't end up blowing them, but you feel closer to them. And you cried. That's always a good benefit. Ghiaccio mostly gets annoyed that you've ever been in a shitty relationship. You should be able to avoid situations like that, if you can't, it's your own fault and you deserve whatever they did to you.

Prosciutto and Risotto will settle for getting closer to you emotionally while you're drunk. Prosciutto and Risotto don't feel comfortable telling you about what's really happened to them unless you're both going to be too drunk to remember.

Pesci and Melone meanwhile… Well, they don't have the patience to wait, they want to be closer to you, in more ways than one, and they want it now. A combination of alcohol, roofies, and brute force gets Pesci the deeper relationship with you he always wanted. But hearing about your ex, no matter how shitty, just spurs him to be more aggressive. He's not mad at you, he's mad at your ex! But being a bit drunk himself, Pesci's passionate rage gets a little out of hand and… Misdirected. At you. Luckily you're both so blackout you won't remember it. Those bruises will be explained away as you two getting carried away-- Melone even says he gave you two the privacy you needed for such intimacy. Although he clearly doesn't think it ruins his chances. You were both drunk and drugged, and Melone couldn't resist manipulating you both for stronger reactions, more tears, more yelling, and passion. It's good for him to study you, and get as much data as he can. For research.

#yandere dubcon #yandere poly #poly yandere #poly yandere la squadra #yandere ghiaccio #yandere prosciutto #yandere risotto #yandere risotto nero #yandere formaggio #yandere pesci #yandere illuso #yandere melone #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo #yandere jjba #yandere jjba prt 5 #my writing! #childhood friends au! #anon confession #i mean it isn't a request but i got excited :)

[abbacchiosbelt]

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? For Ghiaccio please?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ghiaccio is not nice. Whether it's intentional or not (and it's mostly intentional-), his words often come across as cruel and uncaring. Any attempt at reassuring his darling that they're fine will result in Ghia getting frustrated that they aren't calming down immediately, which will devolve into him yelling at them.

Ghiaccio doesn't mock his darling as much as he just... nitpicks their entire existence. In the beginning, he tends to hover over them, making sure they're doing things 'right', AKA the way Ghiaccio does them. 'What do you think you are doing, idiota?' / 'Stop, stupido. I'll just do it myself.' / 'You're lucky I'm here to fix your mistakes.'

There is some part of Ghiaccio that wants to be nice to his darling. He's just... incredibly bad at it. Being cruel to them is easier than being kind - it keeps them from seeing his vulnerable side.

#my writing #ask prompt #yandere cw #yandere ghiaccio #yandere ghiaccio x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba.txt

[yanderememes]

Shit I saw that “ ghiacio freeze” picture as something else entirety 👀… lord forgive my sinful eyes

Clearly Ghiaccio has enough cum ice to paint the walls 😋

#ask #anonymous #yandere ghiaccio #ghiaccio x reader #ghiaccio #not sfw #yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure

[0coldphantom0]

Encased between two blades: Chapter 2-Cloud nine

Sure has been a while since the previous chapter, i hope the length of this one makes up for the wait^^.

MDNI.

You are pulled awake from the null state of nothing.

The setting shifts with the position of your head in a sideways -almost uncomfortable angle.The room you find yourself in is stark white and drab, in the middle ,the mattress you lay on bounded with rope.

This isn’t good, no matter how you look at this, your awareness cant help but pin fault for being so impartial in the past.You always had this inkling feeling you were in harms way, yet you ignored it.With a sluggish motion, you twist your head and curl forward, attempting to move the hair out of your face and begin replaying the series of unfortunate events leading to now .You’ve been plucked away from the comfort of your life by a man in your team for lord knows what perverse reasoning and promptly stuck inside a room in the middle of bum fuck knows where.Your dear guardian rudely turned into ice by that man so fast you couldn’t comprehend its severity enough to react.Such moment too freshly painful to accept as fact. Even now In this moment of absolute shock, you ponder about how playing dumb was a really Fucking stupid idea; maybe you should’ve been a bit more abrasive.And just maybe by simply telling Ghiaccio to get bent when you had the chance, you would’ve ended with a smidge of frost bite and a handful of slurs jabbed your way to end the ordeal. But no-Instead you’re here, without free will and without your beloved Angelo. Isn’t this great.

To add salt to injury, no time is spared to make peace with this heartbreaking realisation, nor to accept your ill faith .Rather, you lock eyes with a visage so unlike the man before you, you’d think you’re looking at one of those funhouse mirrors Illuso placed down the hall once to fuck with the crew.

But nope, its real, he, the man the rat, the bastard: Ghiaccio, is chilling by the windowsill, loop-sided grin and all that jazz staring out the window in a dreamy manner whilst outside pours with rain. He’s so far gone in la la land that the curly haired man before you resembles the scenery found inside these romance mangas a teenager would read, comically surrounded by sparkles and roses as if him watching droplets fall down the glass is the most amorous mirage a puberty-ridden girl could ever envision before dramatically swooning and squealing like a pig.

Its not the exact reaction for your less than enthused predicament however.He actually looks the opposite to you ;uncanny, albeit if you didn’t know him, and weren’t currently held hostage-you might come to appreciate his boyish charm.But in this moment the only charm acceptable would be the kind to vamoose you away back to the safety of your home, if not better the airport so you can get the hell out of Italy, preferably first class seats for you and your defrosted guardian.Not whatever the hell he’s trying to prompt out of you by slowly tracing lines down the windows and blinking slowly in a lovesick manner.For someone who regards themselves as well read, in this moment Ghiaccio falls nothing but under the term “cliche “.

Suddenly you get stopped dead in the track of your thoughts by his attention turning to you, this time a gleaming stroke of light rounds his eyes, showing his smugness regarding this whole ordeal without need for words.You however try your best to hold onto the poker face, no matter his sentiment he cannot know he’s won. You’ve been a witness in the past to the power trip Ghiaccio gets once his apparent win against another falls clear, and its quite scary.He probably wont kill you like he did to those less fortunate per se, but you still internally tremor knowing a man like him so love starved is far worse in an emotional battle than a physical one .Even as he struts towards you, grabbing the closest limb he can reach, threatening to spill open the seams of your clothes with his gentle masked touch your expression falls unfazed.

“About time you decided to wake up, i was starting to get bored with you lying there dormant like a fucking corpse.” He’s now hovering over your form, one hand crawling up your leg, its fingers cold.Clearly he’s tugging on your chain for a reaction, but you know not to give him the pleasure of seeing you seethe.

“Do they know?” You speak.He hums, pressing you to elaborate.

“Do they know you’re holding me hostage?”

“Forget about those fuckers, they ain’t shit” he growls

“Out of everyone I didn’t expect you to go rogue against the squad and imprison their healer, perhaps Lulu, but never you Ghiaccio - you’re far too uptight to be an anarchist.” You muse.This gets you nothing but a halt to his wondering hand.His eyes albeit stuck on your form are seemingly elsewhere in search for something to snap back with to your comment.His face scrunches up indicating your comment is displeasing big time.

Before he gets a chance tough, you lift you head.

“Why are you doing this?”

A pause, followed by another.You dare try to repeat yourself but he gets to you first, grabbing onto the front of your shirt, scrunching it in his fist to pull you upright.Closer than before, he practically engulfs your body with his.His hand continues its tight grip on you, forcing a jolt.The remains of his patience clearly diminishing at your plain play of ignorance.

“ Lulu? Since when did you get chummy with that fucker?” Its more of a question to himself.You notice his demeanour worsening at the pet-name, but he snaps back to you pissed.He continues:

“You know damn well why.Cut this bullshit , this shitty little act of yours is getting on my nerves.” His knuckles remain strained briefly before he lets go. You fall with a thud.

Ok so that interaction is a startup. A shit start up at best but you never had been in this position to know what question to ask your captor, especially one with such short fuse as his. Ghiaccio begins pacing about, still hung up on the interaction you had and probably fixating on every linguistic of it.You maintain your gaze on him, at the same time your hands make an attempt to figure out how to get the rope loose.If only your guardian was here- there was a tell tale assumption he was still frozen solid somewhere near, but where?

Ghiaccio kicks into the side of the doorway.

“FUCKING ILLUSO, WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE GET OUT OF YOU TO GET CALLED LULU.THATS SUCH A STUPID NICKNAME IT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!!! FUCKING BASTARD!”

Oh.

Well this is concerning, you didn’t take Ghiaccio for the jealous archetype thought now thinking about it, it does make sense given all the bragging he does about himself.This reaction is a bit over the top for your liking, so you twist against the rope some more.You cant say when the nicknaming for your crew sprouted but you sure as hell wont give an explanation, he’s far too gone in his tangent for that.

Finally your persistent tugging let loose one of the knots, the rope giving leeway enough for you to reach behind you for your pocket knife.Never did you consider yourself a thug, but the small safety the little weapon brought you made you less concerned whenever you were sent out during the night for a mission.Now you suppose it holds more than just safety- hope maybe? Hope it’ll get you out of this place and away from mr four eyed menace.

That hope is what fuels you to get up and make a wild-dash.You timed it so he’d be turned away when you leaped up from the mattress. But something was off. As you were running, not only did you notice the lack of furniture to this place, you also noticed a lack of noise coming from your counterpart. No curses, nor …movement.

You turn down the corridor trying to map out an exist.Initially you wanted to block his way from getting to you before you got to the door but theres nothing around to aid with it. Whats worse, you decided to turn around and notice him behind you standing in the door-frame, only he’s casually walking towards you???

Finally you reach the ensemble of the room connected to the door out. This time you’re met with a harsher temperature than the previous room, and there before you is why. Ghiaccio froze the door shut.

You attempt hitting the ice off the frame so the damn knob will be accessible to you; problem is he gets to you before your second hit lands, grabbing by the back of your head too.

He’s got you good and wont let go, his hand back to a fist threatening to scalp you. The look he gives you is full of malice.

“You can be really stupid sometimes. When will it go through your skull that you’re not going no where??? Do you think I’d be stupid enough to not lock the fucking door??? Who do you think I am, Pesci?!”

“Let go” You shout.

“You’re in no position to tell me what to do” he warns.

“I don’t want to be here!”you try to reach him with your knife.

“WELL TOUGH!!” Ghiaccio shoves you to the floor with unforgiving force, the process knocking the air out of your lungs and hurting your neck and head. The brute rolls you over, holding you down to tie your hands behind your back.His grip on your wrist threatens to snap it, so you drop the knife defeated.

He scowls some more when a strained noise escapes you. The grip on your arms hurting too much for you to feign ignorance.

“Save me the fucking whining will ya, you had your chance for me to be nice to you before you decided to fucking ignore me.” He double knots and tugs the rope for safe measure.

“This is payback. All that flaunting around anyone giving you attention, those depraved motherfuckers had it too good for too long. Now you’re gonna give back all the time you made me waste.” Theres a pause, Ghiaccio lowers to the left of your neck, smothering with a rough kiss before inhaling your scent. “All the times you tried to avoid me, you thought i didn’t see the way you’d hide whenever I was near? I knew you did it on purpose.You owe me big time y/n.”

He’s got some nerve calling others depraved when he’s mounting you tied on the floor. Most importantly, you don’t owe him shit.

“Its not my fault you cant take rejection Ghia” the last part of the sentence is endearingly spiteful, at which he scoffs.

“As if I’d let you do that. You seriously need to acknowledge your situation, I don’t wanna have to constantly repeat myself, it’s fucking annoying”

Getting up he grabs and flings you over his shoulder with little effort.”You cant fool me with this shitty attempt of escape, its pathetic.” You’re back on the mattress in record time. Ghiaccio departs briefly to grab something.

“Risotto wont be happy when he realises what you’ve done.He’ll come for you” your warning seems to fall flat.

“I told you to forget about the squad.” He returns with a roll of tape, his hand back to your calves.

“Nobody is coming to get you, you think I don’t plan stuff in advance? This isn’t some scum I gotta off, I meant it when i said you owe me.” In this moment his arrogance returns.

Your legs now also bound, a pang of fear crawls within you, making you hyper aware of how vulnerable you are for him.He wouldn’t …. Would he?? Theres an uncertainty in the moment, his sudden decision to do this to you in your mind concludes he’s not above trying to have his way with you as well.

“In time you’ll thank me for doing this” he mutters, that hand is back up your leg again, slower this time with his caressing.He must be fucking joking.

“You’re insane, you have to be to think I’d thank you for this, all of this!” The facade of indifference begins to crack, how can someone be so egotistic??! His smile only vexes you more and it finally makes to show of you true state.

“You must be getting off so much right know, you forgot kidnapping is not normalcy you degenerate fuck! LET ME GO !”Its you who’s shouting this time.

“Im the one forgetting things now? Maybe I hit you too hard before bringing you here” he muses.

Now you want to bite him. The lion the witch and the audacity of this fucking bitch.Your bound hands almost mirror the intensity his had when he grabbed you earlier .

“You’re mad aren’t you” he crouches to murmur in your ear.

“Go on, try and hit me, better yet why don’t you get your stand to do that? You sure liked to make a show of that thing materialising from thin air.” The glare you throw his way could corrode metal.

“Is my ice too much for you to handle y/n?”

“Fuck you.”

His fingers now tilt you head by the chin.How much you’d give to see them snap in half.

“Or could it be you like the cold, small lamb ?”

.

.

.

Lamb???

The nickname abruptly hollows your brain empty. Your features go slack and Ghiaccio picks up on it with vigour.The rage shifts into dread, flashes of distress bloom in your view.Theres a loud ringing now present in your ears too, has it always been there???

“Its been a while since someone called you that huh.”

His choice of wording don’t feel familiar – its way too purposeful to be part of his dialect. You’ve never heard him call you that- ever . Not even once.None of the Squadra did.Why would he call you that of all things? Does he know about-

You feel dizzy; your mind cant comprehend the weight that nickname puts on you. The room grows dimmer and Ghiaccio is staring you down with satisfaction as you succumb in terror.The sick fuck.

The sound of rain outside slowly fades, with it so do you once more.

He hums, lowering your face back to the cushion of the mattress. In your knocked out state, you’re unaware of the cold kiss he presses to the crown of your head. Ghiaccio cant help but return back to the loop-sided grin, only this time he followed the pattern of your breathing dreamingly rather than the drops on the window.

#jjba ghiaccio #jjba x reader #ghiacco #ghiaccio x reader #jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #la squadra #ghiaccio #yandere ghiaccio x reader #yandere ghiaccio #encased between two blades

[daisys-gard3n]

Would I be able to convince Art School Ghia to pose nude for me...yes or no...would he like reader enough to do that...

the phenomena of talking about nude modeling in a server for this au to come back around, immaculate.

He would have to REALLY REALLY trust you and like you enough to do that. Also if you rub against his soft spot in his heart to make him cave in. He's kinda insecure about his body and it doesn't help if someone's staring at him while he's vulnerable the whole time. So he must really be able to trust you with his whole soul to let you seem him naked. You'll see him shift awkwardly shift and bite his lips nervously while you're staring at him intensely to make sure you get every curve and detail right for your drawing. He has to step out of the room for breaks so that he can cool down his flusteredness. How can anyone be a nude model? This was embarrassing...

But it's okay if it's you. it just means the two of you are closer than ever now, right? You'll do the same for him if he ever asked you, right?

#yandere art school au #yandere ghiaccio #gn reader #jootslat #not sfw #just in case

[trashcan-caliber]

I may actually make this a whole fic. Depends on how I feel ig. Also I have been diagnosed with borderline and my experience is my own.

I’d assume it would throw him through a loop. He’d love when I would be serious and get things done, but would argue with me non-stop.

He’d probably be telling the team how some of us (me) can’t control ourselves and I know I’d be giving him the most wide eye wild look.

“Nah, that’s funny you say that. By the way what’s it like to go through 3 cars in the last 2 months? Sorry I’d just never treat my car like that.”

He hates me, but wants me to take his side on almost everything. He’s in an argument with Formaggio? I better be backing him up. He sees a tweet online about the proper way to pronounce something? I better be taking his stance and ranting with him.

There’s so many things he wants to see my stance on, but pride gets in the way.

But then there’s the days when I’m in a good mood. I’ve found that it weirds people out when I’m suddenly super nice the day after I get into a huge argument with them. I thought it was normal until someone pointed it out.

Ghiaccio doesn’t know what to do on those days. He knows to use them to his advantage though. I bet he’d inadvertently ask me out, but with the ploy of it being to discuss the next mission. He never mentions anything about a mission. It’d probably make me really uncomfortable but I’m not in the mood to confront it.

This is where it starts to actually be weird. He definitely manipulates me into trusting him the most out of everyone else. Or at least tries. Doesn’t really work out when I already find him kinda weird. I mean who waits outside the bathroom to talk to someone? For me it’s either a hit or miss when it comes to manipulation. And damn he missed.

Sure I’ll talk to him and it may seem I’m cool with him, but as soon as I’m with my best friend I’m telling them everything that made me feel uncomfortable about him.

He doesn’t know that.

Until he listens in on my phone call one evening and immediately something clicks in his head that the manipulation isn’t cutting it.

I hold another person above him? Why am I so friendly with them? I’ve never talked to him that way. It’s not fair…

So then he beats me within an inch of my life for “betraying” him and he kidnaps me. Funny how things work out.

#jjba #jojo bizarre adventure #anime #yandere #yandere ghiaccio #ghiaccio

[la-principessa-della-squadra]

A snippet of "Freddo", a yandere!ghiaccioXreader under the cut:

Formaggio tried to warn you many times about Ghiaccio's sudden violent outbursts. You found it hard to believe since Formaggio never looked really concerned for his friend, but rather preoccupied about his 'party pooper’ attitude.

According to him:

If sober, Ghiaccio would kill the buzz.

When drunk, Ghiaccio would kill people.

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

Not that engineers in general aren’t labeled as ‘weirdos’. However, Ghiaccio was giving all those signs of someone you shouldn't approach.

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra #jojo's bizarre adventure #ghiaccio #ghiaccio jjba #jjba ghiaccio #serial killer!au #audition 1999 #audition #black leather #yandere la squadra #yandere ghiaccio #la principessa della squadra

[princelylove]

Part two of my interpretations of la squadra esecuzioni. 

Ghiaccio is like a smaller Risotto. He doesn’t have a very distinct waist. He’s so picky with his food that it’s a wonder he even got that much distinct muscle- or maybe it isn’t, cutting is effective (in moderation, starving will only set you back on your progress). He mainly works out for his job, Ghiaccio doesn’t really care what he looks like. 

He has a strong nose, and although his lips are small they aren’t quite in the thin category, he has really nice bone structure… He just doesn’t realize it because he’s horribly insecure and feels inferior. He copes by not trying, so he can always rely on the ‘Well if I actually tried it’d be better’ type of logic. Once a year Prosciutto gets to wax his eyebrows. 

Not only does he know what mogging is but he knows where it originated. Because he was there. I’m dying on the hill that Ghiaccio knows what green text is. He’s appealed countless bans that all sounded like “I’ve never even fucking been on /mu/ you stupid fucks” (that all got approved the night of). He fills his mind with toxic masculinity, but isn’t into alpha male bullshit. Somehow he thinks hunter eyes are a thing but he draws the line at “smooth brained jock bullshit.” 

I cap Ghiaccio’s height at 5’9” or 175 cm. 5’10” or 177 cm with his shoes on. He’s got fantastic posture for someone that sits at a computer all day. Ghiaccio’s sensitive about it, teasing him about his height is a death sentence. What a good way to end up in a freezer. 

While he has a horrible temper, he cools off the second he gets it out of his system. Just moves on after smacking the shit out of his designated rage pillow like nothing happened. At least he’s coping. Not well, but an outlet is an outlet. It’s the same when you piss him off- he gets upset, says things he doesn’t mean, and then moves on. He apologizes like a father would- none at all, but brings you a snack or buys you something you’ve been asking for. He’s a big fan of the “Check if there’s mail.” approach. He genuinely does feel bad, but he’s not a little bitch that’s gonna tuck his tail in between his legs because he made his darling a little sad. 

He smells like absolutely nothing at all. It’s actually a bit frightening. Zero smell presence. 

Melone keeps every medicine known to mankind in his room, under his bed. He’s a great person to befriend if you find yourself in the hands of one of his roommates, but to be entirely honest with you, he’s selfish. He doesn’t really care about your agony because it’s got nothing to do with him, how does it benefit him to give you meds when he doesn’t even know you? (He budges if you belong to Prosciutto or Ris- he’s not pissing off his pseudo mom and dad.)

Melone is thin and mainly gets his exercise from running. His stand takes care of hits for him, he just needs to worry about the set up, so it isn’t really an issue. There’s no need for him to lift heavy, or really lift at all. Doesn’t really matter if he’s stronger, he just needs to be faster than you are. Sure, bash his head in, pick him up, aren’t you getting tired, though? Real sleepy? Go to sleep, it’s gonna be ok. 

Mel’s stand is possessing an actual computer he modified. He runs tests consistently with the blood samples he’s managed to store in his room- he knows the best combinations to get him what the boss wants, and as long as he’s got ample blood left over, what’s wrong with killing a few juniors off in the name of science? 

I classify Melone as apathetic and a bit mean. He’s an asshole. He gets a lot better once he’s comfortable with you, look at how much he plays with the rest of his ‘family.’ It’s just that he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to waste time on you if you’re going to get in his way long term. When you do spark his interest, of course, he gets obsessed and oh-so-curious. 

He’s still very playful- Melone likes to hang off of Formaggio’s shoulders and tease Ghiaccio, but he’s calm. He’s not very smiley, he’s not very giggly, he just can’t force himself to react in the ‘correct’ way most of the time, but he’s totally having fun! Melone loves you a lot, he just doesn’t look like he’s having fun most of the time. It’s hard for him to care about things, but you quickly rotted his brain- isn’t that testament enough? 

His seemingly cold nature makes it hard for him to form genuine bonds. Melone thrives with other difficult types- he shares a room with Ghiaccio (alternatively Formaggio) because they’re short on space and Prosciutto won’t share a room since The Incident they get along surprisingly well. 

In the beginning of your new life, it isn’t uncommon to hear Formaggio gently push Melone in the right direction. “Come on, Mel, you’re scarin’ the poor thing. Smile a little.”  (Which is normally met with “I’m running tests, go away, Formaggiooo…”) Melone’s shy- he’ll just stay off to the side, and speaks to you in a very formal manner. You might feel like you’re being tested on by a medical student. Which is wrong! Melone doesn’t have any medical experience! I mean, he’s taken classes, but he’s a genetics student. Oh, yeah, he’s in university. 

Once he gets used to you, he falls into his normal, playful routine. He still doesn’t smile too much, but he’ll speak more openly, which… is it better to not know what the iv in your arm is, or to fully understand? Melone’s quite the talker, and is happy to (over) explain. 

Melone doesn’t hide you like the others would- it isn’t shameful to him to kidnap a whole person, and he needs them to keep you here when he isn’t. Morals aside, you need to be socialized. It isn’t good to keep someone isolated and cramped in a room they don’t like. If you don’t want to talk to him, talk to anyone else. You’ve got options. Maybe not Prosciutto, or Illuso, they’re not going to play host as easily… (Although Prosciutto might ask what Melone’s “little friend” is gonna be having for dinner)

Formaggio’s body type is similar to Guido’s. He’s fairly bulky. Formaggio spends all of his free time playing whatever sport he can think of, neglecting to do his chores (You’re starting to think he likes Prosciutto yelling at him), annoying Melone, and blowing your phone up. He spends a lot of time working out, but he considers that to be more of a daily ritual than a hobby. 

Since his only real responsibility is taking care of his cat and his job, he’s not stressed at all. He’d be a lot more stressed if he had to cook, and clean, and, I don’t fucking know, be an adult or whatever- like the shit Pro and Ris do all day!

If you ever ask him about it, he’ll go “I mean, it sucks that Boss is watching us and all, but to be honest, who cares? You don’t like being on camera? It loooves you.” and leaves it at that. 

His psychology is a bit odd. He seems like a typical, immature guy- the type of guy you meet at college that does sports and seemingly nothing else. No interest in philosophy, religion, general culture, etc. While I think that his personality is close to a casual type like Guido or Squalo, he seemingly lacks any depth at all. There’s no “Oh, he’s actually very smart!” thing going on here, Formaggio is painfully average. There’s no reason for him to be a mafioso other than bad timing and a lack of drive to get away from it.

He’s actually pretty simple. He’s just a guy that wants to relax and have a little fun- who doesn’t like fun? But Formaggio is crazy insecure. He takes almost every negative reaction as a jab- neutral ones, too. If you’re not into his lifestyle, what, he isn’t fuckin’ good enough? Huh? You think he’s some fuckin’ nobody that doesn’t have the real talent it takes to be where he is? 

You can calm Formaggio by stroking his ego, and by that, I mean stroking him. He’ll forget about any transgression if he finishes a few times. 

He only speaks italian, and will “Huh?” you to death if you do not. He’ll buy you an italian-english dictionary to help you understand him, but won’t make any real effort to learn english.  

Formaggio’s kitty was a stray before he snatched her up. She’ll try to comfort you while Formaggio is gone- but she’ll abandon you if he comes back. Little traitor. He calls her a ridiculous amount of pet names- sometimes he’ll reuse whatever name he calls you on her, and will pretend he’s always called her it. Awww, my little pwincess, my cuuuutie, my baby, my angeelllll. He treats her very well- she’s a bit pampered.  While Formaggio’s cat is able to relax fully in his arms, you probably will not, unless you’re a masochist. He loves good, old fashioned sadism- no prissy mind games or punishments, he does it for absolutely no reason other than how funny your reactions are. He’s like that asshole boyfriend that throws a basketball into your face and laughs when you groan. Come on, it’s just a ball, don’t be such a baby. It’s just a joke. Aw, your face stings? You want some ice? Hey, that’s a great idea, why don’t you go get him something from the fridge?

#yandere la squadra esecuzioni #yandere la squadra #yandere ghiaccio #yandere melone #yandere formaggio #i wrote most of this a while ago but #im so tired of them get them away from me #just kidding #i just dont wanna look at this take it from me

[privitivium]

I NEED a yan ghiacchio with a reader that acts dense but knows that ghiacchio likes him, but wanted ghiacchio to be the one who confesses

Imagining an overly possessive and angry person be so shy towards someone is just cute to me..

I need a jealous scene..like seriously.

sure friend. sorry for any mistakes that mightve slipped by

yandere, jealous ghia w knowing, "dense" male reader

subbot ghiaccio/topreader. rambles

cw;; nsfw, toxic ghia sorta!

i cant imagine him as nice nor shy bro,, he's a major a bratty jackassy bttm. imagining ghiaccio as shy to someone he likes is a little hard for me but not totally impossible... he flirts really lamely by critiquing everything you do without even trying to be rude - it's just how he comes off as!! i mean,, hes definitely a little awkward or sometimes way too mean at times - but that's only because he imagines really dirty stuff about you at random while interacting with you or seeing you talk to your shared friends...

seeing you, not chilling with the rest of the gang as usual, rather getting ready for something - to go somewhere... no longer in your usual outfit which consisted of comfortable clothes, you were a bit dressed up... to go to the bar, you say? and are you inviting him? he expects to be invited too, it's a courtesy, no?? no, it isn't. but you should probably inform him of your plans earlier on, huh?! look at all this racket now, theyre all curious as to where you're going! ( it's really just him who's curious - you usually all go together, but you want to go alone?...) he invites himself to go with you, playing it off coolly as he couldㅡ

"you moronㅡof course you can't go alone!ㅡwe are a team and it's time you start acting like it." tugging the passenger door to your car open and sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. you wouldn't stand for being berated for being weak - but you know this man can go on for hours and sit for days in anger if you were to start an argument about wanting alone time, so you leave it alone and cruise... ghiaccio twitching, tapping along the armrest in near nervousness? glancing over at you - just in-beetween your legs and feels blood shoot downward. he directs the cool air to his face and has to sit in the awkwardnessㅡ

ghiaccio shyly mentioning, "i'm privy to a few quality places in this area..." and with that, coolly replying and not missing a beat - "oh, yeah? you have to show me, sometime..." ghiaccio stills, nearly squirming in his seat - were you flirting? you were flirting. that sounded like flirting and ghiaccio was not stupid, you were flirting. huffing out the rough sentence of;; "... yeah, whatever. don't draw attention to yourself."

hanging around you at the bar you dragged him to - it was scarce of people. not that ghiaccio minded... he felt like you were on a date, drinking your little drinks together... it was awkwardly silent between you - and he had no idea how to fix it. were you mad at him or something?!? what gave you the right to be mad at him-? the disgusting feeling of love sickness settling in his tummy as he feels your elbow brush against his - and not to mention this is a classy place!! changing the subject in his mind from the way you feel, he couldn't stand the fucking loudmouths on your left - who obviously didn't understand bar etiquette.

ㅡand he hated the fact that you joined in??? hearing you voice your own thoughts on whatever they were talking - making friends with drunken idiots... despicable. how can you stand such stupidity? it's nearly commendable. not to mention you were with him - ghiaccio?! shouldnt you be talking to him instead of these damned strangers?! it was two men, three including you, before one of the drunken morons leave - leaving you talking animatedly with the other...

or it could be something like. you dancing with a crowd of people - ghiaccio watching from his table or the bar - seeing some guys hand brush against your ass. either way, it ends up with ghiaccio beating the piss out of some guy behind the bar surrounded by the other patrons too scared of his pure white rage and you have to be the one to forcefully drag him offㅡ"what happened to not drawing attention to ourselves?" keeping your tone leveled as you leisurely lead him away by the crook of his arm, and he follows wordlessly. surprising. even more surprising that he didnt freeze the guy and break the ice.

in the end, dragging him home - offering conversation in the car... and not at all mentioning the guy he beat up out of disgusting jealousy,,, then at the base, being a little extra touchy with him - knowing how it gets him. he was wondering if you did know how you made him feel - getting paranoid about you and jerking off in the shower while muttering, "i hate you," or "i love you,". Loser

#jojo =͟͟͞͞★ #male reader #x male reader #ghiaccio x male reader #jojo's bizzare adventure x male reader #jjba x male reader #yandere ghiaccio! #yandere ghiaccio x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader

[depravitymoon]

Regardless of whether they already had romantic feelings for s/o as children or did not develop such feelings until they were older, which Part 5 yanderes that you see having a childhood friend do you imagine would develop yandere thoughts/tendencies in their early years and which ones would only develop the yan part after/during adolescence with all of those hormones acting up?

The Part 5 characters I’m using: Ghiaccio, Pesci, Melone, Fugo, Giorno, Trish, Risotto.

Ghiaccio - Early childhood because of Ghiaccio’s personality. It merely gets worse after he becomes a hitman because he knows how terrible this world is and wants to protect you.

Pesci - Early childhood because I HC that he had a lonely childhood because of his looks, so he’d cling onto friends more. 

Melone - Early childhood because of Melone’s personality. I imagine he was a weird kid.

Fugo -  After adolescence because of the events of Part 5.

Giorno - Developed romantic feelings in childhood, but developed yandere feelings after the events of Part 5. Being Don got to his head.

Trish - After the events of Part 5 caused her to lose her mind and become yandere.

Risotto - After adolescence because the death of his cousin and becoming a hitman twisted his love for his childhood friend.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere #vento aureo #Golden Wind #bucci gang #la squadra #jjba #jjba golden wind #Trish Una #Giorno #Risotto Nero #Fugo #Yandere #ghiaccio #Pesci #Melone #Yandere x reader #Childhood friends #Vento Aureo