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Happy Halloween everyone! Thanks for 200 followers.

Mista first suggested the idea- to go to a haunted house on Halloween night. He seemed ecstatic about going and the excitement in his voice was so painfully obvious. Dressed as a priest, Mista claimed he would exorcise all evil from the house. Yet, he was the one in a corner, bawling his eyes out and traumatizing the poor haunted house workers. :(

Narancia seemed reluctant to go but when Mista called him a chicken, he immediately agreed. Dressed as his favorite rapper, his chains clanged as he ran away from the psycho clowns with chainsaws (he was also screaming the whole time). Narancia definitely jumped on Abbacchio and was immediately dropped to the floor. Lots of crying from Narancia resulted in the other crew members contemplating just leaving him there as he was embarrassing them. Everyone was looking.

Abbacchio definitely did not want to be there. Forced to dress up, he was a sad excuse for a vampire. He was everything but amused at the actors in the haunted house but the rest of the crew’s reactions were something he could look toward to. Eager to have more ways to tease them, Abba would remember who was scared shitless that day.

Bruno gave an exasperated sigh as Mista introduced his plans. All the capo wanted was to have a nice evening, maybe watch some throwback Halloween movies with the crew while sipping wine with Abbacchio. Instead he had to take care of a bunch of screaming kids that seemed to run around endlessly. Dressed as a fisherman, everyone called him Dad that day.

Trish was not that opposed to the idea of going to a haunted house as it was one of Halloween’s less messier activities. In the end, she just wanted to have fun while staying clean. With her small stature, she decided it would be cool to dress up as a body guard. The suit hung loose on her and let me tell you, she was ADORABLE. Trish always made sure she was in the middle of the group as they traveled through the house, that way there would be less jump scares.

Giorno dressed like his childhood hero, the man who he saved back then and the man who used to grant him small favors as a child. Dressed in a long brown coat with a suit underneath, Giorno looked as elegant as ever. When asked who he was supposed to be, Giorno replied, “The man who led me here.” Whenever an actor tried to scare him, Giorno would just stand there, nonchalantly admiring the person’s costume while the poor actor didn’t know what to do. Awkwardly shuffling away, the worker was flushed.

Fugo...well uhm. Let’s just say Fugo was a ghost?

Haha... Get it-

No?

Continuation of It’s Over Isn’t it

Abbacchio never noticed the size difference in your hands. As he laced his fingers with yours for this last dance, the difference however, became clear. He smiled to himself. This would probably be the last time he could ever do something like this with you. The last time you two could have fun together. Although he never admitted it, Leone greatly enjoyed your company. However, you seemed to enjoy Bruno’s company more than his.

Your wedding night.

Abbacchio wanted this one last dance with you before he gave you over to his capo. He wanted one last chance to cherish your beauty, to take in that sweet smile of yours. You were definitely a terrible dancer and he teased you endlessly for it but you didn’t mind. And that was something he loved about you. You never took anything to heart or too personally. One of your many good traits.

His eyes held longing as he etched the sight of you laughing in his arms. A friendly dance. That’s all it was. Maybe to you at least. But to him, it’s all he had left with you. It would be your last memory together before he knew he had to let go.

After this dance, he was planning on ignoring you. On acting like you didn’t exist at all. And he would go on with his life, acting like he didn’t love you for a good portion of it, acting like his heart wasn’t completely broken after watching you fall for another man that wasn’t him. Could he even call himself that? A man? He wondered and he thought but his mind always drifted back to you.

His mind always drifted back to you.

Abbacchio was sorry he fell for you. He truly was.

Feeling your body grow heavier and heavier with each and every hauling step, you decided to rest on the couch. Your whole body ached and your head felt empty. Narancia apparently had the same idea though, as he too, decided to plop on top of the couch. Except, the only difference was that he plopped on top of you.

“Ugh, Narancia, get off of meeee. I got here firstttt.”

“Nooo you go away. I’m more tired than you.”

You sighed and pushed his body off of yours, leaving it to hit the wooden floor with a smack.

“Ow! Y/n, you’re horrible! Isn’t she just an evil witch, Mista?”

Mista turned his black orbs to the two of you. He laughed at Narancia on the floor and told him to suck it up.

Narancia leaned on the couch, slumped, and turned his head up towards the ceiling. The lights seemed to spin in his vision.

“I don’t feel like doing anything tonight...” He said with a groan.

“We can just watch some TV, I guess.” Mista said while picking at his nose.

“Oi, Nara, order a pizza then.”

“Wait...whaT? We can order pizza?! That’s a thing?! Why didn’t you tell me that sooner! You really are an evil witch!”

Hearing this remark about yourself, you rolled your eyes and let out a small smile along with a huff of air. Turning on the TV, it played his favorite show, Fist of the North Star.

He immediately became excited and turn his attention to the TV.

-

“Bruno!”

“Yes...?”

“Can you order us a pizza...please?”

Facepalming and worried for your futures, he reluctantly ordered you guys a couple of pizzas.

40 minutes later, the pizza came and of course, Narancia kept complaining about how long it took.

You slid your body down from the couch and onto the floor beside him, not even bothering to stand up and sit down properly.

Opening up the box of pizza on your lap, your eyes glittered and your mouth watered at the sight. Narancia stared in awe at the pizza margherita topped with mushrooms, his favorite, and your favorite too. You had grown to love it since it was the only pizza Narancia ordered.

Drooling, you picked up a slice and the cheese looked so gooey and so stretchy and at that point you knew this night was going to be a good one.

The Sex Pistols came out and ate a couple of slices too and of course no. 3 never forgot to bully no. 5.

Binging Narancia’s show while eating pizza and talking about dumb stuff honestly made your night.

The first to fall asleep was Mista, then Narancia, and then you.

When Mista fell asleep, Narancia didn’t miss the chance to draw a beard and some wrinkles (using permanent marker) on Mista’s poor face. You on the other hand, did the hand in warm water trick. Of course, it didn’t work and you were both disappointed about it but at least Mista looked like a forty year old man now.

As Bruno started venturing into the kitchen, he walked past you guys only to walk back, surprised, to the sight of you three sleeping in weird positions, limbs everywhere, with the biggest mess surrounding you all. Some part of himself wanted to yell at you guys to clean it up, but the other half didn’t want to ruin your peaceful -yet odd- slumber.

The capo brought in some extra blankets from the closet and pulled them over you guys. He also picked up the greasy pizza boxes and cleaned the scattered crumbs that were all over the floor. Bruno walked over to the TV and pressed the off button and once he heard the satisfying click of it being turned off, he sighed. Satisfied with his work, he let a bittersweet smile take over his face. Mornings like this truly filled him up to the brim with happiness, almost to the point of overflowing.

I do not in any way condone this behavior js

-

Who knew something like this could happen? Your once innocent love blossomed into something dark, something twisted, something resembling a withered rose. Your feelings for Bruno died as the days passed and you could no longer fix the damage. Later on in the relationship, you noticed the red flags but you tried to ignore them. Everybody had their little quirks right...? But the signs grew harder to ignore. Soon, it was obvious now that he was obsessed with you, as if you were some kind of addiction.

Working for the mafia probably has the ability to change people but you never knew Bruno would act like this. If you did you never would’ve talked to him in the first place. You would’ve avoided this bombshell.

Today, he locked you in the house again. He reassured you it was for your safety. But was it really? Wasn’t it all for his state of mind? The fact that you would be at his home alone, left with your thoughts scared you. You wanted to see the world again. You didn’t know long it had been seen you talked to somebody other than Bruno.

Since getting through the front door was futile as it was locked, you looked for other ways to escape. You checked the windows but they were locked too and going through the window could possibly hurt you. Getting through it without the glass shards hurting you would pose a challenge.

To your left was a phone, Bruno would call you occasionally and being afraid of the consequences, you always answered. You couldn’t call anybody else through that line.

Bruno always called approximately around 5 pm for some reason and you had about 15 minutes before that call came. Deciding that today would be the day to finally escape, you got yourself prepared.

You packed some supplies in a backpack that Bruno gave you when you went hiking with him. Some bandages just in case, some food, and some water bottles were all crammed in there. Frantic, you rushed around the house, formalizing the escape plan. Right after the call from Bruno, you would knock the window down with some expensive heels he gifted you for a date night. Ultimately while climbing through it, you would probably get cut so right after you exit the house you would wrap up the wound as to not leave a blood trail. Then you would run your ass off until you were away from Naples.

You knew you couldn’t go to the police as they were corrupted and the mafia practically controlled them. They’d call you delusional and it would make it easier for Bruno to find you. You just had to run somewhere far away, start a new life, and most importantly, avoid love. It’s how this whole thing started in the first place.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The familiar sound of the phone going off scared you at first but hesitantly, you walked over and picked up the phone.

“Hello tesoro, how are you doing...?”

In the most normal voice you could muster, you responded with, “I’m fine, just a bit tired that’s all.”

“I see. Maybe you should get some rest then. I’d hate to see you looking disheveled later. I’ll be coming home in a bit, I still have some work to do. Wait for me, ok y/n? Wait for me and be a good girl.”

“Yes Bruno, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“Alright then cara. Have a pleasant rest. I love you.”

“Good luck at work, Bruno. I love you too.”

And with that, you set down the phone. You felt disgusted with yourself for lying like that.

Even then, a huge sigh of relief flooded your mouth.

Putting on your tough façade, you clenched the high heel in your hand. Normally, destroying a pair of almost unused heels would hurt your heart but this was an exception.

With full force you threw one heel first. The window cracked and the shoe flew back. If you didn’t duck it would’ve hit you.

Breathe y/n, breathe.

Launching the other shoe, the window gave way. With the side of the heel, you tried to scrape off the glass shards left on the window pane. Crawling though, you only felt a sting or two on your body.

Your right foot hit the floor, then your left but you still weren’t completely free. Scanning your surroundings, you quickly fled down the street. Step by step you went farther from the house that had kept you prisoner. You wanted to look back but you didn’t, scared that Bruno would be there, chasing you. You knew he wasn’t but something inside you, fear maybe, made you not want to confirm your suspicions.

As you ran, people gave you weird looks but you paid them no mind. You eyes were focused on the sunset, beyond the distant horizon. Smiling, you felt your lungs burn. Your legs finally gave in and you hunched over, laughing. This was it. You finally did it and you made it. Truly, you were proud of yourself.

You just hoped Bruno wouldn’t strip you of your happiness again. You just hoped everything would be okay after this.

any other volleyball fans out there?? T-T

-

•This man loves coming to your games. At first, it’s cute and all how supportive he is of you but later on it just gets out right embarrassing. Now he has Okuyasu cheering with him and oh boy, do your teammates tease you to no end. The girls are always jealous of how you have such a cute boyfriend but in the end you just brush off their comments.

•Whether it’s a match or a skirmish, Josuke’s eyes will stay glued to you 24/7. Especially at those super small volleyball shorts.:7:!,&:’

•He will admit he doesn’t like how small the uniform is and how much of your skin is exposed for everyone else to see. You may catch him with a pout on his face because of this.

•Before games, he’ll always ask if he can tie your hair up into a ponytail (if it’s long) or clip your hair back (if it’s short)

•He’ll scream things like “That’s my girl!” or “Yeah you show em y/n!” Although he doesn’t mean to, he’ll probably end up distracting you during the game.

•If you ever dive for the ball, he’ll always get worried you’ll hurt yourself even though you have knee pads. He can’t help it, it’s just the inner sweetheart in him.

•After the game, he’ll come up to you and ruffle up your hair while offering you a drink of water. The biggest smile would be on his face and with one look, anyone could tell how proud he was of you, no matter how the game went.

•If you ever lose a match he’ll be right there by your side. Do you need to take your frustration out? He’ll encourage you to break things and let it out (he’ll repair the things after obviously). Either that or he’ll try to take you out somewhere to get your mind off of things, maybe to the transmission tower with the nice view (enemy stand superfly) that Mikitaka enjoys.

•if you ever need someone to practice your serves with, josuke would definitely volunteer. After practicing for a bit, you tend to get bruises on your forearms from hitting the ball repeatedly so he’ll use his stand to repair you and make it so that you’re in tip top condition

It’ll grow soon. ❤️-fluff 💔-angst

Bruno Bucciarati

Anniversary. Bruno spending his anniversary with you alone. 💔

Escaping from yandere Bruno. A little oneshot about the reader’s journey to escape and find freedom once again.

Narancia Ghirga

What could’ve been. You decide not to board the boat with the rest of the gang. 💔

Smoking to death. After the incident, you can’t go on anymore without distracting yourself. 💔

Going to school. A cute little potential love story. ❤️

You promised you wouldn’t go. Narancia’s reaction to you dying in front of him. 💔

What it’s like being Narancia’s FBI agent. Pretty self explanatory. ❤️

Taking Narancia to McDonald’s. Don’t ask. ❤️?

What it’s like playing Minecraft with Narancia. ❤️

Leone Abbacchio

It’s over isn’t it? In which Abbacchio’s love for you is unrequited because you love his dear capo. 💔

Vinegar Doppio

Please pick up. You stop answering the phone and Doppio gets worried. 💔

Josuke Higashikata

Playing capture the flag. Just a friendly competition...right? ❤️

What Josuke is like as a yandere.

Josuke with a s/o that plays volleyball. Just a couple of headcannons. ❤️

Bruno’s Gang

The gang comforts you after you accidentally spend a lot of money. ❤️

Lazy night with Narancia & Mista, along with some Bruno. ❤️ This is a favorite of mine for some reason.

Random

like no fucking joke, I’m not even attracted to men anymore

I did not expect for this to happen and I’m not particularly mad about it?

Like Trish and Jolyne and (h)ermes are honestly so pretty and ever since then I’ve found a ton of girls attractive. I always thought girls were pretty before but, now I’m starting to develop a crush on a female and eufnksjckjcjckf HELP ME MY HEART IS FLUTTERING AND I-

what couldve happened. narancia x reader

˚✧₊In which you guys separate and you wonder what could’ve been⁎⁺˳✧༚

As the rest of the crew along with the exception of you, Narancia, and Fugo, stepped onto the boat with little hesitation, you remained stuck there. If you went, you would surely be killed. That wasn’t the smartest idea now wasn’t it?

Taking a look to your left you saw sweat piling on Fugo’s face. To the right, Narancia looked petrified almost. You were always one to follow the crowds, never stepping up to the leader position. But this time, you were thinking of your future. You were thinking of yourself.

Lacing your fingers through Narancia’s, you stood still in your position. His hands were clammy and his fingers were shaking. You tried to make eye contact with him as to tell him to stay with you and stay safe but his eyes were focused on the now leaving boat.

“I-I can’t. I’m so sorry y/n.”

“What are you saying Nara...?”

He took a step forward, then two, and let go of your hand. It almost felt as if he were stabbing you in the back.

He didn’t look back at you. You were left there, left to look at your lover slowly letting go of you and the relationship you built with him. Him leaving to betray the boss meant he would die. You didn’t think he cared though. Narancia was never one to be a leader either. Even though he left, you would always love him. Your best friend and your reason to keep moving on, Narancia Ghirga.

All you could do was look at the floor and smile solemnly in an effort to mask the tears threatening to fall. You had to be strong, even if you had to fake the strength. You knew this decision was the best for you. It hurt though, how he let go, how he swam away and how he abandoned you.

Fugo placed his hand on your shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze, his gaze headed towards the now speeding off boat.

“They’re gonna be okay. They’ll be just fine without us, y/n”

“Were we really that useless...? Did we not add anything to the team? Even after all this time? I’m sure they’ll be fine too. They’ve always been fine without our help. I’m scared I won’t be okay though. I can’t do this alone. Maybe I’m just selfish but, I wish they hadn’t left, for my sake, and for yours.”

He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes. You could hear him sigh and he sounded uneasy.

“What now?” He asked with worry written on his face. Now turning to face you and placing both hands on your shoulders he asked, “What’re you gonna do now, y/n?”

His voice was shaky and you’ve never heard him sound like this before. It was unsettling and it made you want to cry and turn yourself into a ball and never see the light of day again.

“I-I don’t know.

The only thing I know is that we can never go back to the way things were before. We don’t have a place to call home anymore, Fugo. Do you think Narancia hates me now? Will we ever be together again? Will we even get the chance to see them again...?”

As you went on, your voice got quieter with each sentence and by the end your voice was reduced to a whisper.

All you two could do was stare at the empty space where the crew members boarded the boat and eventually left. In the end, you couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve been.

“Who would’ve thought it would’ve ended like this?”

Every word you two exchanged made you want to break down. Somewhere deep down inside your heart you wished you went with them.

Little did you know that by the end of the gang’s adventure, most of them would be up in the clouds, happy that you weren’t there to suffer just as they did. They were happy you didn’t come with them so you wouldn’t have had to die.

April 6th, 2001.

If you could redo everything that happened on that day you would. You would redo it a thousand times if you had to. You couldn’t recall anything else that happened then aside from the incident. It was all your fault. Everything was always your fault. If only you had kept your eyes on Narancia. If only you didn’t see his blood cascading down that stone pillar. Everything would’ve been fine. But why isn’t everything fine? Where did everything go wrong?

The bullets. You should’ve known. You could’ve noticed the red flags earlier. If only you were quick to notice then maybe Narancia wouldn’t have had to die. And maybe you wouldn’t be where you were now.

It’s been 7 months. 7 months without your little ball of sunshine by your side. You wondered how you even made it through.

Cigarette smoke filled your lungs. Breathe in. Breathe out. Taking it one day at a time was so hard. Taking it one hit at a time was easier. How many cigarettes have you had since then?

You never smoked in front of Narancia because you were afraid of what he would think of you. But now that he was gone, smoking was all you did.

Old habits really do die hard.

And now you were drowning in cigarette smoke. You didn’t mind the breathless feeling you got while doing it. Neither did you mind the stinging feeling in your chest. It made you feel relaxed and the gray smoke you always puffed out seemed to be your new safe haven now that the only person you could ever confide in was gone.

Oh how the mighty fall.

Your inspiration was as fleeting and as scarce as your happiness.

“So what now?” You asked whilst looking up at the sky. You always wondered if he could hear you. The voice that came out of your mouth sounded as if it belonged to an entirely different person. You weren’t yourself. You always wondered if he could see how pathetic you were now. The rest of the gang kept moving forward despite their losses but you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a step towards anything.

A sad smile and a scoff later, you finished your last cigarette. Struggling to find the courage to even walk home, you slid down the brick wall you were leaning on. Bringing your knees closer to hide your face, you made your own little sanctuary within yourself. It was nice and tight and it was so warm. You could smell your breath and you could smell the cigarette smoke.

You couldn’t bring yourself to decide if this life was a life you wanted to live. Your once bright and full of life eyes were now so very dull and dark and boring. Taking a deep breath of fresh air in, you sighed. The moon was reflecting off your eyes and in that very moment, even through all your past trauma, you looked so very beautiful. Anyone could’ve seen that.

You let your sadness become you and you became your sadness. Miserableness was surely a pretty thing wasn’t it...?

So tired, so drained, so lifeless and so alone.

You were so alone.

Where did you go, Narancia?

˚✧₊⁎ In which the reader and Narancia both think their crushes are unrequited. ⁎⁺˳✧༚

-

“Hey...you there! Yeah you! Can I borrow a pencil...?”

Sighing, you reached into your backpack for the fifth time that week and handed one over to him.

The new kid, Narancia Ghirga, never returned your things but you never really seemed to care about it that much. You were just happy that he even asked you.

“Just don’t lose it this time ok?”

“Yeah, promise.”

With a quick nod, you returned your attention back to the teacher.

Pfff.

..If only it were that easy.

Next to you, the black haired boy crumpled his paper up in frustration.

“Ughhh. I don’t get this. Hey y/n! Do you get this stuff????”

“Uh yeah I do. Here. This is what you do first...”

You gave him a quick explanation and he seemed content enough with your answer as he quickly thanked you and tried to smooth down his paper.

-

Over time, these small interactions slowly led you to grow a bit of a crush on him. Even though you guys were in different cliques, you guys occasionally hung out and made sure to wave hello to each other in the halls.

One day, as Fugo came to pick Narancia up from school, he saw you and Nara exchanging a quick goodbye and his eyebrow rose.

“Who’s that girl, Narancia?”

“Huh? What-what girl?!”

“The one you just said bye to...”

“Oh! Y/n! She helps me with class work sometimes. We’re kind of friends.”

To this, Fugo looked out the passenger’s window to get a better look at you.

“She’s very pretty-“

“Hey! Don’t look at her Fugo!”

His eyes widened and he let out a sigh along with a small smile.

“Narancia, is there a reason why you don’t want me to look at her?”

Of course, Fugo already knew the answer to this question but he just wanted to see his fellow gang member flustered.

“Nonononono way! But, I think that-wait I’m not sure really...What if she doesn’t-“

Facepalming, he said “You like her don’t you?”

Hearing this, Narancia blushed several shades of red.

“S-so what okay? Don’t tell anyone. Especially not her! I don’t want her to find out! What if she doesn’t like me back? Ugh...”

Narancia ruffled up his hair and Fugo decided that he should give him advice.

“Listen, you’ll never know if she likes you or not if you don’t go and ask. Go for it Narancia. Shoot your shot. And if she doesn’t like you then there are plenty of other g-“

“I don’t wanna any other girls... I want y/n!!”

Narancia whined like a little kid and at this point Fugo was so done with him. Frustration growing, he said:

“Take her somewhere nice and tell her you like her. Who knows? Maybe someone is crazy enough to date a little rascal like you.”

“HEY WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEA-“

He was cut off by the car making a sharp turn.

The capo sighed as he finished up on writing his reports for the completed missions. He gathered up the papers and neatly set them down on the edge of his desk. As he got up, his chair creaked and he let out a sigh, basking in the scenery that came from outside his office window.

10:02 a.m.

The golden rays shone on his face but it was too bright so his eyes were squinted. He brought up his arms to hide his face so that he block out the sunlight. “Today is the day” he thought. Bruno had the rest of the day off today as he made sure to finish up the rest of his work prior.

Flowers.

He was gonna get you flowers. He remembered the time when you picked up a rose from a vase and set it in your hair. You gave him the brightest smile you could manage and laughed awkwardly, as if you were caught in the middle of doing something embarrassing. He didn’t think much of it then, but now, thoughts of you were the only thing that flooded his mind. His lips drew into a straight line.

10:56 a.m.

Bruno pulled up to a large set of gates, and nodded towards the gatekeeper. He drove in and he made his way through the twisty turns and roundabouts. The place felt so cold and so it felt so lonely but as he drove by, seeing families gathering and offerings being set down, he felt a familiar warmth in his chest. It made him want to cry and break down in tears but he knew he had to stay strong because you wouldn’t want him crying. Bruno Bucciarati was living for the both of you all on his own. Knowing you has made him question everything he had ever known and even after everything that happened, he still wasn’t sorry he met you.

11:05 a.m.

The faint clicking sound of an unbuckling seatbelt was all that could be heard. Taking a deep breath, he opened the car door only to be met by a faint breeze. He closed his eyes and exhaled, feeling calmer than he did before. His hands stopped shaking and he wracked up the courage to go and see you.

11:07 a.m.

He made his way over to you and quickly lit up some candles. Today wasn’t too windy so they wouldn’t dim out hopefully. He set down the flowers he bought for you right next to your photo frame. You looked so starstruck yet so elegant in that photo. Bruno had taken that photo of you right before the incident.

11:10 a.m.

“This is our second anniversary but I’m spending it without you.”

He gave a deep chuckle. What was he supposed to say at these moments?

”Our house has been really empty without you, my love. It’s a lot less messier too.”

He tried to lighten up the mood for himself but it only made him more depressed. His face crinkled and his vision became blurry with tears that threatened to fall from his face. Bruno’s body hunched and he tried to calm himself down but to no avail. Whatever happened to staying strong?

“Everyone really misses you, Y/n, especially me. I’m really sorry that I can’t be there with you. I’m really sorry that I let them take you away from me. I should’ve done better. I-I know I’m better than that. What kind of a leader can’t protect his team? I’m...sorry.”

It took all he had to muster up those words but as soon as he was finished he dropped the act and broke down.

11:15 a.m.

The sunset was always something you had admired. It’s golden light raining down on you, making you shine. It made everything look beautiful. Even in your final moments, as you were sprawled out on the floor, you reached towards the light, as if it was something you could grasp. Instead, you felt something warm.

Arms took hold of your body, pulling you closer, and faintly, you could hear sobbing. Someone was calling your name. Someone was calling you but you didn’t bother to pay any attention to it. You knew this was it. You knew your days with the gang were over. You thought you still had so much time.

Although you knew you and Narancia could never marry due to your gang life, you still hoped. You still held onto your childish dreams. Just who would you be without Narancia? He was your savior, the one who rescued you. You loved him and he loved you back just as much.

He brought your hand up to his face and laced his fingers through yours. You were beginning to feel yourself fade but you stared at the person holding you. The golden rays shone brightly on them. Beautiful. You wouldn’t mind this being your last sight. Your first and last love, his hair was poking out from every angle and those lovely eyes of his only gazed at you. Oh how you had grown to love those eyes.

Narancia was shaking uncontrollably, unable to grasp what was actually happening. When did it all go wrong? Just yesterday you guys were having a pillow fight while the rest of the crew grew annoyed. But you guys couldn’t care less. You were having fun. So much fun.

But this. This was the opposite of fun.

“Y/n...Please. I-I can’t do this without you. Y/n wake up already! This-this isn’t funny ok? I’ll be mad at you if you don’t wake up already. We have a date on Saturday remember? We’re gonna go to the park and have lots of fun ok? So wake up. Please just- wake up....”

His body hunched as it hung over yours. Salty tears were flowing freely down his face, spilling onto your body.

“You promised me we would be together forever. You lied to me, Y/n! You lied. And I don’t like it when people lie to me....I-I hate you so much right now ! I- I just want you to come back already. Please.”

Through broken words, he begged for you to come back.

He wondered if anyone was up there.

He knew it was stupid. He knew these feelings he had for you were useless. Abbacchio was nobody and he knew it. Unable to climb the ranks, he was but a lowly gang member. Then he met you. And as much as he didn’t want to fall for you, he did. And oh boy did falling for someone suck.

He started caring for you in a way he didn’t care for anyone else. Not even Bruno, the man he owed his life to. You were different in your own way. How you lit up the stars in the night sky with just the brush of your hand. Everything else that wasn’t you dulled because nothing could shine as bright as you in his eyes. You were truly special. If only you felt the same way.

Could you learn to care for him if he was stronger? If he was more righteous? Even if he changed himself for you, even if he became a better man, Leone still doubted your willingness to fall for him.

The more he watched you the more he fell for you. But he wasn’t the only one. He noticed a certain capo also stealing glances at you. The man he had respected and adored so much over the past few years, his very own boss. And Abbacchio also noticed that Bruno’s soft gazes were returned with yours. Those beautiful eyes of yours looked at Bruno, not him. In someway, he knew this would happen. Nothing good ever happened to Leone Abbacchio. Nothing good except you and Bruno. But look where that went.

Little by little he broke down seeing you and Bruno spend more and more time together. Yet nobody noticed. He was good at this, hiding his feelings. He knew that the boss could make you feel better than he ever could. And he hated it.

When you and Bruno finally made your relationship public, he acted like he didn’t care. He always acted like he didn’t care. Why didn’t he say anything? He knew he could no longer love you. But he just couldn’t stop. Loving his best friends lover. How lowly of him.

Abbacchio gave you a heartfelt smile and in return you smiled back. He loved that smile. He hoped he could see it more. But it hurt that most of the time, your smiles weren’t because of him. They were caused by your lover. He wanted the best for you and in the end he wasn’t the best.

It’s over isn’t it, y/n?

questionable. google. searches.

-“if ladybugs are girls then how do they make kids together”

-“are all goth men pissed off all the time?”

-“how to spell suprise”

did you mean surprise?

-“what do tiny bullet men like”

-“how do you know if someone is a boy or a girl”

-“is the number four actually unlucky”

-“pewdiepie Minecraft let’s play”

-“what is 16 x 55”

-“nearest radio shack”

-“best pranks 2011”

-“how do you prove to people that you’re cool”

-“cowboy training 101”

-“eye disease information”

upon looking at this specific search result, your curiosity peaked and you decided to pay closer attention

his previous search results were all silly and they definitely left you amused so you wanted to see what was up

“what does eye disease do?”

“How do I know if I have eye disease”

“Can eye disease be passed on”

At this point, you felt guilty for watching over him right now. You could tell it was something personal. You actually wanted to cheer him up so you decided to bend a few rules

FBI agents weren’t supposed to message or interact with the person they were assigned.

But you couldn’t help it

From an unknown number, Narancia received a message. The message read...

“You good bro?”

You honestly didn’t know what else to send. It probably came off as insensitive and creepy but you didn’t care. Turning on his camera so that you could see him, you saw a sad face lit up by the light of a phone screen. The message notification honestly startled him a little bit.

Nonetheless, he replied with,

“Who dis?”

His response left you chuckling.

Back and forth back and forth, you guys sent messages to each other. He would occasionally send a meme to which you would reply back with 10 more of them. Seeing him laugh at the silly pictures you sent him honestly made you happy.

Gradually, you guys started talking more. He told you his name was Narancia (which you already knew of course fufufufu) but you weren’t able to give him your name due to occupational reasons.

One day, your boss catches you laughing.

“Y/n... what is this meaning of this?”

He grabs your phone and scrolls through your messages with Narancia.

“Out. You’re done here.”

(Idk how the fbi works as you can tell so uwu)

Because you got fired from your job, Narancia wasn’t receiving any more text messages from this mysterious person chatting with him.

He began to grow worried and soon everyone around him noticed his anxiousness. He played it off as if it was nothing but he still kept his phone on him 24/7. He was waiting. Waiting for you to respond back.

And you did. 2 weeks later. This time with a new number. You couldn’t explain to him what happened because you still weren’t allowed to disclose any information about your job so you gave a lousy excuse.

“My phone broke and I changed my service provider so I got a new number. Sorry for troubling you.”

A smile grew on his face and he sighed with relief. With fast fingers he replied

“New number who dis”

To that, you smiled.

“Your one and only y/n you idiot”

-

“Y/n... that’s a pretty name”

Deciding to be confident for once in your life, you said

*added to cart*

*13 items in cart*

*purchase*

Wait. What...?

Purchase?!

Nani?!

Surely you were s-seeing things right...?

An email notification popped up on your phone. It read, “Your transaction has been confirmed. Thank you for shopping with us, Leone Abbacchio!”

As you scrolled down you saw the purchase info and OH MY GOD!!! $789?!?!?

oh hell no

you were still signed into Abba’s amazon account since he used your phone previously to buy stuff online since he misplaced his

as you tried clicking around to see if you could possibly cancel the order, you started to panic

cmon cmon cmon

“What in the actual...fucking hell. SCREW ME”

hearing your yelling, narancia popped out from his room and ventured into the living room

“What’s up y/n? What’s the problem-“

As you turned around to look at him, Narancia could see the clear distress written on your face. Your eyes looked empty and you looked like you had just seen a ghost.

As if on cue, tears started leaking from your lifeless orbs.

“Wh? What’s wrong y/n!!! Answer me! Y/N! HEY Y/N!!!”

He shook your body but to no avail. The other members of the gang heard the commotion and went outside to see what was happening.

Everyone gave you guys concerned gazes.

“What did you do to her Narancia?!” fugo said as he walked closer to the two of you

“It wasn’t me I swear!! I just found her crying! I promise!!”

Suddenly you started muttering and everyone in the room was kinda freaked out ngl

“I-is she possessed?! Call an exorcist! Hurry, Giorno!” Giorno stood there in cloudy confusion while Mista scrambled towards the door. Before he could reach the doorknob , in broken words you said,

“I-I’m fine okay... I just messed up. I’m so sorry.”

Bruno asked you what happened as he slowly kneeled down next to you on the floor. His hand rested on your upper back and you felt so compelled to tell him what happened.

“I accidentally uhm...Charged a lot of money to Abbacchio’s credit card and I can’t cancel the order...”

Hearing this, Abbacchio raised an eyebrow.

“How much money..?” The big tiddy goth anime gril asked

“Almost $800...”

His eyes went wide and some of the members flinched at the number.

Giorno broke the silence and asked, “What exactly did you buy that would cost you $800?”

Hearing his question, you tensed. Bruno gave you a reassuring glance so you decided to confess. Embarrassingly, you admitted that you were shopping for gifts for the squad to thank them for helping you.

They were quite pleased with your answer and the whole atmosphere brightened up. Narancia, Mista, and Bruno were grinning while Giorno and Fugo stood there looking proud for some reason. Abbacchio gave you a questionable glance and proceeded to rustle up your hair.

“Don’t worry about it, idiot”

He walked out of the living room and returned to his chambers.

Everybody reassured you and everyone was pleasantly touched knowing that you were grateful of them.

In the end you were let off the hook and everything turned out fine. Nobody decided to even second guess you or question you further. Leone didn’t even check his bank to see what you had really purchased. In reality, you didn’t actually spend $800 on gifts for the members. You spent $800 on some anime merch cause you’re a big weeb (and you know it)

You were kind of screwed though because now the squad was expecting expensive gifts from you.

Oh well.

-he mostly eats fruits and veggies (sUrpRISinGlY) so when you first bring up the idea of eating fast food he’s kind of reluctant

-one day, after a mission, you guys are starving and there’s a conveniently placed McDonald’s right down the street

-when you guys first enter the place, narancia would be surprised at how many people were there

-you direct him towards the menu and his eyes immediately shifted over to the kids menu

-aka the happy meal 😎

-you try to explain to him that it doesn’t come with much food and that he should get something more filling but he was so stubborn

“But! But! But! You said I could get whatever I wanted right? Look it comes with chocolate milk too! Please please please y/nnnnnnn??”

He whined and tugged on your shirt so you had no choice but to give in 😔

Once it’s your guys turn to order with the cashier, she gives a sideways glance to narancia when he asks if the happy meal is good

“Well yeah I guess...It’s nice for kids since it comes it a toy. This week we have plushies available.”

“A toy?! It comes with a toy?!”

Of course, if you order the happy meal, you have a choice of a drink and a side so narancia ordered apples instead of a yogurt.

You had to calm your boyfriend down and you guys waited for your orders to come. It wasn’t long before your food came and Narancia was happily bouncing in his seat. He immediately tore the box open, startling the server, and the first thing he grabbed was the toy.

...

He unwrapped a little stuffed airplane and you could swear you saw some sparkles glitter in his eyes.

Narancia clutched his toy airplane with pride and claimed it would be Aerosmith’s new friend.

(How cutE uwu)

Of course, he gobbled up the food and you guys headed back to the base

He totally gushed to abba and fugo about going to McDonald’s and all they did was look at you confused.

Oh well.

DORORURURURUROROROORO

please pick up the phone my guy

don’t leave my doppio hanging

-

Whenever he misses you, he’ll make ringing noises and he’ll pick up random objects in hopes that he’ll hear your voice.

“Moshi moshi?” He asks into a fork

No answer.

He’s taken to voicemail for the 46th time.

He knows it only works with Diavolo but he can’t help it. You never answer your phone so what else is he supposed to do but hope that you will?

Doppio will ask Diavolo for advice. Why weren’t you answering the phone? Did you not like him anymore? After some reassurance, he cheers up. Maybe you were just busy.

That’s all. Busy for a couple of days now.

Your phone rested in an alleyway in between some growing blades of grass peeking out of the concrete. The screen was cracked and a drop of now dried blood was resting on the cracked screen. The battery now inches away from the phone itself, was dented from the fall.

If a tourist walked by they would see the body of the once beautiful y/n, now lying face down in the corner of an alleyway, almost unrecognizable from the blood covering their body. Your cold, pale hand was reaching towards the broken phone. In your final moments you were reaching for that device. Hoping that Doppio would call you. Wishing that Doppio would call you just one last time. Call you just as he always did. But you two would never share another phone call from then on out. There was no ringtone. There was no call. There was no pleasant “Moshi Moshi? Doppio desu.” coming from the other line. All there was was silence. Something you had grown to enjoy in these past couple of years. But in your final moments you hated it. You hated the silence. But it’s all you heard.

-

As Doppio was walking down the streets of his hometown, he overheard a group of guys, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious, he listened in on them.

Running, navigating through the streets, tripping while trying to find you. He headed to the alleyway. He had overheard something he never wanted to hear. Doppio heard something he was probably better off not hearing. Those guys, those scum. They shot you dead and took your stuff. All because you walked down the wrong streets. You ventured into their territory. Why y/n? Why? How could you be so stupid. How could you be so foolish? Doppio has warned you? Why didn’t you listen?!

He might’ve ran past the cramped alleyway, if only he had not recognized that phone you once held in your hands. The hands he had grown to love holding. Step by step, Doppio resisted the urge to cry. The urge to break down in tears and sob for the rest of his life.

He saw you. He saw you and what those bastards did to you. And oh my was he so sorry. He picked up your hand and filled the empty spaces in between his fingers with yours. It fit so nicely. But your hand was so cold.

Tell me y/n..why was your hand so cold?

Despite his best attempts, tears leaked down his freckled face, dripping onto your body. Why? Why did this happen? He brought your hand up to his ear.

Dururoroorororo.

“Moshi moshi? Y/n, my love, if you can hear this...Please pick up the phone. Please come back to me. Please?”