evelynn

SMALL INTRODUCTION

Hiiiii everyone, my name is Evelynn and I’m glad to see you in my blog!

I decided to start writing something on tumblr as small hobby, and I can’t guarantee that I will post a lot and everyday, but I hope that you will enjoy all my fics 🩷

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REQUEST RULES

Please be polite when sending your requests 🥺

When my requests are open don’t be shy and ask me one, but here are some ground rules:

1) NSFW / SMUT. I'm actually don’t mind writing NSFW/smut, but currently I will do it very rarely and selectively.

2) NO NSFW WITH MINORS. Absolutely NO NSFW involving minors. I only write smut/nsfw with adult characters. Aged-up characters are accepted very rarely and only at my own decision.

3) (NSWF) NO HEAVY OR EXTREME KINKS. I prefer to keep my writing vanilla or light.

4) NO GORE/EXTREME VIOLENCE. Mild angst or injuries are fine, but nothing bloody or graphic.

5) FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ONLY. Sorry, but I will write only for fictional characters.

Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so there might be some grammar mistakes or typos in my writing.

Also, please remember that the final work might not fully match your expectations. Characters may feel a bit out of character or different from how you personally see them. I write them based on my own interpretation.

WHAT I WILL WRITE

FANDOMS: JJBA (part1-part5)… (there will be more, I promise)

I will gladly write for Female!Reader, Male!Reader, or GN!Reader.

SINCE

I HAVE A JOB AND IT'S KILLING ME.

I NEED TO SORT THINGS OUT WITH MY UNIVERSITY ADMISSION.

Almost finished "The Promise: P2" and got a new requst with Giorno and fem!reader, so please stay tuned.

LOVE YOU ALL <3

"WHAT IF LA SQUADRA MEMBERS FELL ASLEEP ON THEIR CRUSH"

author note(s): hiiii anon, thanks for your request. i'm so sorry for being slow and for not including sorbet and gelato. my job are killing me :(((((( you got me inspired by your requset sooooo yeah... it's not like standart headcanons and it's more close to full fics. actually it's a first request that i got, so i'm felt a bit nervous writing it.

TAGS AND WARNINGS: i guess a lot of OOC?, more close to full fics than to headcanon format, fluff, gn!reader x la squadra, la squadra boys are so in love with reader, reader has a stand, reader is part of la squadra, i ran out of possible ways to fall asleep on your crush so sorry for that some headcanons might look the same, swearing, possible grammar mistakes and typos, no beta read, swf

WORD COUNT: 1617

IF THIS TEXT IS SWF IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT ALL CONTENT ON THIS BLOG IS SWF SO MINORS DNI

RISOTTO NERO

It was right after the most exhausting mission Risotto had ever had. He came back to the safe house barely conscious. All he wanted at that particular moment was to find a comfortable spot and sleep for 24 hours straight.

So he moved in autopilot mode.

You were lying in your bed when Risotto suddenly burst into your room, slamming the door so loudly that you almost dropped the book you were reading. 

"Risotto, is everything all right?"

He didn't say anything. He just stared at you with his red eyes and then all of a sudden collapsed right onto you. Saying that you weren't shocked would be a lie. At first you thought this man was dying. 

But then you heard a pretty loud snore and quickly crossed yourself for that sinful thought. 

Your gaze instantly softened and you gently took off his hat, placing it on the nightstand. You carefully brushed the white hair away from his face.

He looked peaceful and relaxed. You started slowly stroke his hair, continuing to read your book. 

"Y/n…"

You stopped. Risotto was talking in his sleep.

"I love you so much y/n"

Risotto woke up four hours later. And he was frustrated. The room clearly didn't look like his own. He looked up and met your gaze.

"I also love you, Risotto," you said, innocently smiling. "But, you didn't have to invade my room just to tell me about your feelings."

He was so embarrassed.

Risotto hid his face against your chest and let out a muffled groan.

He wanted to confess in a more romantic way.

GHIACCIO

Risotto sent three of you on a mission together, so currently you, Ghiaccio and Melone were sitting in a car, waiting for new instructions from La Squadra's leader. 

Melone was in the driver seat since both Ghiaccio and you were banned from driving a car while there was someone else in. 

Ghiaccio could easily send a car straight to the river if someone pissed him off.

You just sucked in driving.

So both of you were in the back seats.

It was late, so it wasn't surprising that every five or ten minutes one of you let out a yawn.

You closed your eyes for a minute after another yawn and instantly opened them, as you heard something had fallen with a silent thud 

You saw the telephone, which a few moments ago was in Ghiaccio's hands, lying on the car floor.

Ghiaccio himself was sleeping soundly.

The man's position looked so uncomfortable that you could already picture him waking up furious from a stiff neck.

You picked his phone from the floor and gave it to Melone. 

Then you carefully pulled Ghiaccio onto your lap.

After an hour or so Ghiaccio's phone rang with a cheerful melody. Melone instantly picked it up to listen to Risotto's further instructions, while Ghiaccio was slowly opening his eyes.

He looked straight up at you.

Even in the darkness of the night you could see how his face was turning redder and redder.

Of course you didn't know that this man had feelings for you. So you kinda didn't expect that he would instantly scramble up, hitting his head on the low car ceiling.

A second later the car exploded with his angry shouting.

ILLUSO

Illuso and you were the only two who stayed in a safe house, while the others went on missions. 

You had broken your leg, so Risotto took you off all missions and Illuso was left to take care of you.

Both of you decided to spend the evening watching some films. You chose "Legally Blonde" and Illuso prepared some caramel popcorn for you.

Both of you started watching the movie. Maybe it wasn't quite the genre that Illuso liked, so in the middle of the movie you felt something heavy drop onto your shoulder. 

You looked down seeing that Illuso had fallen asleep. 

Instantly you lowered the volume, carefully took the bowl of popcorn from his hands and covered the man with a blanket. 

Illuso woke up from the ray of sunlight that was shining right into his eyes. He let out a yawn and sat straight, stretching and immediately feeling a sharp pain in his neck. 

“Ugh, what a nightmare,” he muttered, rubbing his neck. 

Then he realized that his neck was killing him because he had spent the whole night on your shoulder. 

Illuso glanced at you, feeling that his cheeks were burning. 

"Oh, nice, Illuso," he thought. "You’re a grown-up man who works as a killer, but now you're panicking like a teenage girl because you fell asleep on your crush's shoulder. What a day…"

MELONE

You and Melone were collecting information about the location of your next victim. Both of you hadn't slept well for the last few days, because it was a really important mission that you just couldn’t screw up. 

"Oh man, why is it so hard to find this guy…" you groaned, collapsing on the sofa where Melone was sitting. 

Your teammate didn't answer and you looked at him curiously, being really afraid that he had passed out from all the Red Bulls he had drunk.

But he was… just sleeping? 

"Poor man," you said softly. 

You decided not to wake him up. Indeed, you placed a small pillow on your lap and pulled the man onto it. 

Then you closed your eyes too. 

An hour had passed before Melone opened his eyes. He immediately noticed that he was lying on you, but he didn't move away to continue working on the mission.

In fact he moved closer, hiding his face against your body. He had never been so close to you before this moment and the feeling was incredible.

Your warmth, scent, and the soft hand on his shoulder that was gently holding him made him melt. 

Melone was ready to get killed by Risotto for the failed mission, but at least he would die as a happy man.

PROSCUITTO

Both of you were reading books in the small library that your safe house had. Prosciutto, as elegant as always, was sitting next to you on the sofa.

The quiet atmosphere was so relaxing so it wasn't surprising that after a moment you felt your teammate’s head that dropped on your shoulder. You said nothing but gently smiled, continuing reading the book.

Maybe after half an hour you heard the library door being open. You saw Illuso who actually wanted to ask you something but immediately froze, seeing Prosciutto sleeping soundly on your shoulder. 

"What have you done to him?" he whispered 

You put a finger to your lips and Illuso left, closing the door silently.

When your stomach signaled that it wanted something more than tea and cookies, you carefully laid the sleeping man onto the sofa and covered him with a blanket.

After you lesft Prosciutto woke up after five or ten minutes.

As he opened his eyes he saw Illuso who was standing next to the book shelf.

"Do you know that you fall asleep on y/n’s shoulder?" he asked teasingly, taking a book from the shelf.

A barely noticeable flush crept up Prosciutto's neck, but he quickly hid it behind a cold sneer. He fixed his messy hair. 

"Shut up," he snapped, throwing the blanket aside and standing up.

But deep down he enjoyed this sleep so much that maybe tomorrow he would also "accidentaly" fall alseep onto your shoulder.

PESCI

You lay on the couch, watching MTV and eating some cheese chips. Then you heard the door being angrily slammed.

Your curiosity was much stronger than your laziness, so you sat up and saw Pesci heading to his room.

He looked kinda sad.

"Yo, Pesci, what happened?" you asked, moving a bowl of chips to the coffee table.

He stopped at the staircase, looking at you.

"I don't wanna talk about it actually..." he said. 

"Well, maybe you wanna some huggies then?"

He looked completely frustrated by the offer.

"Are you being serious?"

But you just nodded with open arms. And after a while he sat on the couch.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him.

He blushed immediatly. His heart skipped a beat because he had a huge crush on you for months and it was fisrt time he was soooo close to you.

He nervously wrapped his hand around you too.

Maybe he was so mentally exhausted and warmth of your body relaxed him so much that he had completely fallen asleep in your arms.

You didn't woke him up. You settled back into the couch with your teammate, continuing to watch MTV.

It's worth mentioning that is was the best sleep in his life.

FORMAGGIO

You hung out in living room with Formaggio.

You were watching TV, while your teammate tried to fight off exhaustion.

"You should get some sleep, dude", you said. "I saw you yawning every minute or so"

"Then teleport me straight in my room with your stand and I will sleep for 24 hours"

"Nah, I won't use my stand to teleport your lazy ass"

But he didn't answer and just in a second his head landed right onto your shoulder.

To be honset, Formaggio had a big... no massive crush on you for months, but he didn't have enough of courage to confess.

He wanted to say some sarcastic excuse or back away, but it was so comfortable... So comfortable to be close to the person he like, to feel warmth of their body...

He decided that damage control is problem for future him. So he just buried his face in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes, falling aslep.

MASTERLIST

Me writting headcanons for la squadra at 1 AM (I haven't finished yet but it's already 1000+ words).

And the picture below it's also me realizing that I need to write something for 7 charactres and upload it as soon as possible.

The bad: the barista at my local cafe tried to kill me by adding cow's milk insetad of alternative one, and now I feel really terrible.

The good: before this milk incident, I finally started writing a new chapter for "The Promise".

And also I discovered Canva, so now all my banners will look more pinkish. Btw, catch the banner spoiler for new chapter! It might change, depending on whether this chapter is the last one or if I write another.

But as I said, I'm not feeling well, so I don't know when I will publish the second part, sorryyyy....

author note(s): it’s not like standard headcanons but more like bunch of full separate moments

TAGS AND WARNINGS: Bunch of headcanons, (or full separate moments), fluff, gn!reader (you actually can see it as mpreg or fpreg) who works in passione, everyone survives au, post-canon, small headcanon for abbacchio parents, mentions of abortion, buccigang mentions, possible grammar mistakes and typos, no beta read, swf

WORD COUNT: 715

IF THIS TEXT IS SWF IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT ALL CONTENT ON THIS BLOG IS SWF SO MINORS DNI

You actually never thought about having a child with your line of work. It was just too dangerous. Both you and Abbacchio risk your lives almost every day and the thought of leaving a child behind as an orphan was just too painful. Events of last April just proved your point.

Abbacchio thought exactly the same way. Moreover, he was afraid the enemies of Passione who may use your child as your weakness and threaten their life to get what they need: you or somebody from your team, information, money and other stuff.

But in the end both of you didn't have any idea what to do with your positive pregnancy test.

In your heart you logically knew that you should abort this baby for its own safety, but this thought ached in your heart so hard. Your gaze fixed on two red lines as you felt a tear escaping and slipping down your cheek.

"I know we shouldn't," you whispered. "I know what kind of life we live. I know that we could die at every moment like then in April… But, Leone... I don't think I can kill them just like that"

As tears were streaming down your cheeks you felt his warm touch. Abbacchio gently took your hand into his own.

"Then we won't," he said gently, pushing you close to his chest. "We'll figure this out, alright? We'll talk to Bruno. We'll talk to that golden brat. They will help us to save this child from any danger"

So like that you both decided to keep this little life inside you.

Of course, Giorno as the Don dismissed you from all missions. Now you work only in their mansion as coordinator, planning every step for the safety of your team. Also, you joined Fugo in handling the all Passione paperwork and you even got your own office for that.

But unfortunately, Abbacchio couldn't stop going on missions, since Moody Blues was simply too useful to investigate and gather crucial information. But Giorno really tried to not involve Abbacchio in something dangerous.

Moreover, Giorno made sure that all of yours necessary medical checkups were done strictly in private clinics, handled only by doctors who were deeply loyal to Passione. 

Your healthcare became top-secret. 

Besides, Bruno helped with buying a safe house far away from Naples, in case you and Abbacchio decide to retire from the mafia.

With every month of your pregnancy Abbacchio became more nervous. Not only because he constantly thought about your and future child’s safety, but also because he was sure he would be a bad dad material.

He lost his mother very young and her death completely broke his father who began to neglect Leone entirely, since the boy looked so much like his mother. Without parents' warmth Abbacchio was deeply afraid that he wouldn't know how to love a child properly. Not to mention that he still was struggling with alcohol. But you convinced him that everything will be alright and he would be the greatest father this child could ever ask for.

In the sixth month of pregnancy, while you both were lying in bed, you asked Abbacchio who he wanted: a girl or a boy.

"Of course I want a girl," he answered without any hesitation. You laughed and asked why.

"I've spent way too much time living with a bunch of teenage boys, and honestly, it was an absolute nightmare. I can't handle another one."

And in the end you give birth to a healthy baby girl.

When you took her in your arms you've seen that she is almost an exact copy of Leone. The same white hair, the same beautiful face. Only her eyes were different. They were completely yours.

You named her after Abbacchio's mother.

It's worth mentioning that when you came back from the hospital buccigang threw an incredibly heartwarming party to welcome the newest member of their family.

Of course Bruno became the baby's godfather.

One night you woke up from the baby's crying only to find that the other side of the bed was empty. When you stepped in the nursery you witnessed the most beautiful scene in your life. Abbacchio was gently carrying your newborn daughter around her room, whispering some soft words meant only for her.

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JJBA

"THE PROMISE: PART 1" [Giorno & GN!reader]

author note(s): changed the text styling. wrote this right after my 8 hour work shift.

TAGS AND WARNINGS: Fluff, a little bit angst-ish, kid!gn!reader and kid!giorno, THIS PART IS ONE HUGE FLASHBACK, friendship, childhood friends, AND YES I PUT GIORNO X READER TAGS BUT ONLY BECAUSE THEIR FUTURE RELATIONSHIP IN NEXT PART(S) WILL BE VIEWED AS ROMANTIC, i guess hurt/comfort?, minor swearing, possible grammar mistakes and typos, no beta read, swf

WORD COUNT: 383

IF THIS TEXT IS SWF IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT ALL CONTENT ON THIS BLOG IS SWF SO MINORS DNI

It's been nearly twelve years since you left Naples. When you were ten your dad got a promotion and your family had to move away from Naples to Milan. Saying you were happy would be a total lie. You had to leave behind your school with the kindest teachers in the world, your football club, your teammates... And most importantly, you had to leave Giorno. A shy kid two years younger than you, who, against all odds, became your best friend.

You had met him at the playground a year before moving to Milan. It was the middle of the summer. That morning your mom promised to pick you up from football practice and go together to a gelateria on the way back to your home. So you patiently waited for her, sitting on a bench. You watched as local kids were playing near you, when your gaze fell upon a small, lonely figure at the swings. The boy looked so small, his dark hair was messy, his eyes fixed on his worn-out shoes. Nobody played with him. Nobody looked at him. It was as if he were a ghost. Then you saw three boys around your age approach him. You didn't hear what they were saying, but you clearly saw the oldest one kick the boy so hard that he fell off the swing. And you also saw the other two bullies burst out laughing. Something clicked in your head and in a flash you ran over to the swings and punched the oldest bully in the face.

"What the hell?!", he screamed, clutching his nose. The other two bullies froze. Their laughter cut off instantly as they stared at you in shock. They clearly hadn't expected anyone to stand up for this kid, but you stepped in front of him like a shield.

"Try to hit him again, and I'll break something besides your nose," you threatened, raising your fists.

Maybe he saw a pure determination to kick his ass in your eyes, or maybe he was just afraid, since thanks to being a football player, you were bigger and stronger than most kids your age. You didn't know for sure, but in the end the oldest guy spat on the ground.

"Whatever. Let's go, guys. This freak isn't worth it anyway," he muttered, turning around. The other two quickly followed. You watched them until they disappeared around the corner and only after that you let out a breath and looked down. The boy you just saved was still sitting on the ground. His wide, turquoise-green eyes were fixed on you.

"Oh, you have a scraped knee," you said, kneeling to be at eye level with the kid. "I have some stuff to clean that wound. It's right over there in my bag. Come on, let me help you. By the way, my name is Y/N."

You held out your hand and after a moment of hesitation the boy took it.

"My name is Giorno...", he mumbled so quietly.

"Well, nice to meet you, Giorno," you genuinely smiled at him.

That was the exact moment your friendship was born.

After that day you hung out with Giorno almost every day. You joked that you worked as his bodyguard, protecting him from all neighborhood bullies. Your parents also welcomed... No, they absolutely loved Giorno, especially your mom. He often joined your family for dinners and spent a lot of time at your house. Also, after seeing what Giorno wears everyday, your mom gave him all your old clothes which were too small for you but were perfect for the younger boy. Moreover, every Sunday your dad took you both to the arcade center. You loved all games there except the crane machine, since you absolutely sucked at it. You literally won only once in your life.

That day you were alone with Giorno. Your dad had an important meeting at work, and because of that he just gave you money to play some arcade games. You decided to try your luck again and pull a toy from the crane machine. Giorno stood right beside you, watching as you slipped the coins into the slot. After ypu paid the right amount of money, the machine let out a loud, cheerful melody. You grabbed the joystick, prayed for all gods you knew and carefully lined up the metal claw right above a plush toy that looked like a little golden bunny. Then you pressed the big red button. The claw dropped down, opened wide, and clamped onto the toy perfectly. You held your breath. The claw moved smoothly, carrying the bunny straight toward the prize chute. Then the grip opened and you saw a golden bunny fall right into the chute. You stood there for a second, completely stunned, before letting out a loud victory yell.

"I did it! Giorno, did you see that?! First try!"

Giorno smiled.

"Hmm, now what should I name this guy?" you muttered, turning the golden bunny over in your hands. "Maybe... Cicciottello? He looks kinda like a Cicciottello."

The look of pure judgment that crossed Giorno's face said more than any words.

"Yeah, okay, you're right. It's terrible. He definitely deserved something better. Hmm... Oh! I have an idea. You name him, Giorno."

The boy was caught off guard by your request. He looked at the toy, then up at you, staying quiet for a long moment. Finally, he spoke, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. "You can call him... Haruno."

"Wow, that actually sounds really cool. Ha-ru-no..." you tried the word on your tongue, "I like it! What does it mean?"

"It means 'Spring' in Japanese," Giorno said softly.

Then the end of the year came with a heavy burden. You didn't have any idea how to tell Giorno that you were moving to Milan. And just a week before leaving Naples, when you were sitting on a bench in a local park, eating some gelato, you finally spoke.

"Next week, I'm leaving Naples..." you said, staring down at your ice cream. "My family is moving to Milan."

Giorno froze.

"Oh," he murmured.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," you rushed out, the guilt finally spilling over. "I just... I didn't know how."

Giorno slowly lowered his hand, his gaze fixed on the ground. "So... we won't see each other anymore?"

"I don't know..." your voice trailed off.

"Well," Giorno said after a long pause. He forced his voice to remain calm. "I hope things go well for you there."

Then you both spent the rest of the evening in silence.

On the day of your departure, Giorno came to say goodbye. His sad expression made your heart ache, so you stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"Giorno, I have something for you," you whispered.

He looked at you with curiosity, but then his eyes widened as you reached into your bag and pulled out the familiar golden bunny.

"I'm leaving Haruno with you," you said with a smile as you pressed the plush toy into his hands. "Think of him as my promise. I will come back for him, so keep him safe."

"W-wait, I can't... It's your toy, so I can't take it," Giorno muttered as he tried to give back Haruno to you.

"No, you have to take him," you said, gently pushing his hands back toward his chest so that he was forced to hold the plush bunny. "Besides, I'm the bodyguard, aren't I? A bodyguard needs to leave something behind to watch over his best friend while he's away. Think of Haruno as my substitute. If anyone tries to mess with you, you just look at him and remember that I've always got your back, even from Milan."

A small smile finally broke through Giorno's sad expression, though a single tear managed to escape and roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away with his sleeve, not wanting you to see him cry.

"Okay," Giorno murmured, hugging the golden bunny tightly against his chest. "I will keep him safe. I promise."

"Good," you said, giving him one last playful nudge on the shoulder before your mom called your name from the packed car.

It was time to go. You turned around and ran toward the vehicle, but just before getting inside, you looked back one last time. Giorno was standing perfectly still on the sidewalk, holding Haruno close, watching you leave.

Twelve years had passed since that day. And now, you were finally back in Naples...

PART 2 (SOON)

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