Hello everyone! I'm making this post to introduce myself and to say what I'm going to post and write! this also contains my DNI list so please read until the end if you're interested, thank you!♡
My name is Sal (she/her). I speak Italian, English, Spanish, German and French (currently studying Russian, Swedish and Japanese)
I'm a digital artist and writer (multifandom), and I also play guitar in a band. I'm mainly working on my original series, "The Forbidden Gift" and "Fear of Life" but you'll occasionally see some multifandom and yume content, so feel free to ignore my blog if you dislike this type of content!
This blog is self insert/oc x canon friendly, as a yume creator.
ALL type of negativity/hate here is NOT welcomed, both towards me and towards the others who interact with this profile, so to keep this blog a safe space I'll block any kind of negative interactions.♡
About art🖌️
I'm mostly going to post about my series, but also fandoms fanarts and self insert x canon content as I mentioned.
what do I draw? some fandoms I'm in:
jjba (occasionally)
ikemen villains - Darius, Harry and William main - Darius yume - (18+ game, I'll always put a 18+ warning on every post about fandoms involving mature content and put a cut so it won't show up unless you click on it, so minors please DNI with this type of content! thank you.🖤 )
obey me - barbatos main
lads
what in hell is bad - beel, satan and asmo main (same as ikevil, this is a 18+ game, minors DNI! as the previous one, content will always be shown under the cut to prevent mature content to be shown.)
genshin impact, hsr, wuwa
art requests, art trades and commissions [requests and commissions are CLOSED at the moment! but at trades are always open and I'll gladly accept doing it!]
sky: children of the light
mlp
twisted wonderland - malleus main
OC art
Fandom art (asking me to draw a character from a series/anime...)
Ship art (oc/self insert x canon, oc x oc and canon character x canon character)
Gore art
What you can't request
Hate art
NSFW art (for now)
Anything involving problematic and toxic relationships/interactions.
when requesting, you can send me all the references on my instagram! I tend to miss messages here on Tumblr.
About writing ✍️
I write x reader stories as well as yume content and my original series and AUs, plus some headcanons occasionally. You can find my stories on Wattpad, but I might also repost them here. I'd also like to do something on webtoon in the future. I'll see how it works and let you know!
!dni list!
oc/selfinsert x canon haters
proship, comship, neutral: if you ship/support any problematic dynamics
homophobic, transphobic
racist
use slurs
genAI users
romanticize mental illness... it's okay to like a character, I myself like some red flags characters and I respect everyone for liking them too, but let's keep it into fiction and not support, justify nor romanticize their actions if you know what I'm trying to say! (I suck at explaining myself, I apologize...)
any type of hate/negativity
if you're jealous of a character... non sharing yumes are more than welcomed (as I mentioned before since it's a yume-friendly blog), this is not directed to them, but to those being toxic and hateful towards people who like the same characters as them. please remember to be respectful, mature and friendly! (´ . .̫ . `)🖤
where you can also find me
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cara: sallyyysal
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TikTok: sallyyysal
wattpad: sal_stories
bluesky: sallyyysal
And that's all there is to say I guess! I might be a bit slow occasionally due to uni, but I promise you won't be ignored! All I ask is try not to put pressure on me because I tend to get easily overwhelmed when busy, especially during studying period. I'll try my best to do everything, so please bear with me! any request, trade or/and commission will always be done even if delayed due to the mentioned reason, and if it turns out I won't be able to do it, I'll always say it on time while you're requesting.
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I hope this didn't turn out too 'angsty' rather than fluff at some point... Poor Formaggio still needs some comfort due to the loss of his teammates but I promise it's just fluffy and comforting things overall! Also I apologize if this part took a whole, but it was my first exams period in uni so I had to take a break from art and writing to focus on studying. Enjoy🖤
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It was late at night, and I just finished a mission that was assigned to me for today. The streets were almost empty and quiet, the silence interrupted only by occasional cars and various passers-by chatting with each other.
I was happy that I was finally trusted enough to go on missions alone, having to be escorted by someone often made me feel seen as weak, and that kind of annoyed me. Though, if it was Formaggio who accompanied me, I had nothing against it and gladly accepted it. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible whenever I had the chance to, especially after our relationship became official.
I returned to the meeting room where some of the team members were gathered.
«I'm back.» I sit on the sofa and explain the results of the mission to Risotto, Melone and Ghiaccio, who were the only ones present in the room at the moment.
Ghiaccio, of course, was dissatisfied with the profit we'd made with this mission, screaming that it's not fair.
He's right.
Once I adapted myself to the group and some time passed, I came to understand Ghiaccio's constant complaining and realize how the boss didn't pay us enough at all for the work we were doing, risking our lives every day for orders he gave us.
He'd send us to kill people, be it members of Passione he held grudges to, people who were in the way of the organization...
Because of that, consequently, we have made many enemy squads by killing their members under the boss' orders, enemies that could've been avoided.
Most importantly, I didn't forget what he did to Sorbet and Gelato months ago, and that's a grudge we've been holding until now since that day.
We have pledged loyalty to him, but he does not think twice about killing us in return if he's not satisfied, treating us like war machines, like stray dogs that have to obey and know their place.
As if that wasn't enough, thinking about it, he has never shown himself even once. We don't know who he is, what he's like or where he is, but he knows EVERYTHING about us.
Why in the world should I stay quiet and obey to the orders of someone I don't even know and never once saw up until now?
As time passed a urge to riot started building up within me, along with the curiosity of seeing who was behind such a big organization that involved the whole country. And I didn't fail to notice that the others felt the same urges even stronger than before.
«(your name).»
I raised my head immediately as I heard Risotto calling my name.
«S-sorry! I got a bit lost in my thoughts... Forgive me.»
Risotto scanned me with his dark eyes for a few seconds, then he sighed and spoke again.
«Thanks for your report. Come back tomorrow at 10 pm to get your share of the mission. I'll let you go now since it's late.»
I quickly thanked him and finally left the building. The pleasant summer breeze ruffled my hair slightly, and I tried to keep it in place.
I noticed a figure on the sidewalk in front of me that I immediately recognized waving at me, so I quickly crossed the road and ran towards him.
«Took you long enough.» Formaggio joked as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a big hug.
«You know how it is... No fun until work's done.» He giggled at my remark.
He gave me a quick kiss on the lips which I happily returned, and then held my hand as we started walking.
Every time I could finally see him after a long and exhausting day always made me feel lighter and my tiredness and stress disappeared in the blink of an eye. I don't know how he always managed to do that, it's as if he casted magic spells on me unconsciously.
Today marked 8 months of my relationship with Formaggio. Time seemed to fly so fast, It feels like we just met yesterday, yet it's already been so long, and we've spent so many unforgettable moments together that I cherish in a very special place in my heart.
At first we kept it a secret from the others. We simply didn't want any unwanted comments or teasing by them, especially from Illuso, who would tease and annoy Formaggio forever, or Prosciutto who would spend hours telling us how it's stupid and careless to start relationships in this field of work and in work in general.
However, we ended up stopping to hide it as months passed, stealing some kisses from each other in front of the rest of the group with no problems, and surprisingly, they had nothing particular to say about it. Contrary to our expectations, some were even happy for us, especially Pesci.
«How did the mission go? Did you have any trouble?» Formaggio asked me. He was always so considerate of how I was feeling and always cared a lot to know if my missions went well and if I was okay and didn't get hurt.
«Everything went smoothly. It was even easier than I expected this time, it almost surprised me.»
«I'm glad.» He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at me.
Since it was pretty late at night, most of the restaurants were probably starting to close, so we opted to have a quiet and simple dinner at my house, just the two of us.
Before going to the mission's place today, I had prepared the food for the dinner this afternoon, already knowing I'd come back too late at night and that I'd be too tired to either go at a restaurant or cook after coming back.
I opened the front door and told Formaggio to get comfortable on the couch while I heated the food I prepared hours before. He insisted to help at least to put plates and cutlery on the table, but I managed to convince him that everything was already under control and to just relax.
I took the baked pasta out of the fridge and put it in the microwave for two minutes, then putting it in two plates once ready. I placed a bottle of water and one of white wine on the table, and then called for my boyfriend once everything was ready, who immediately entered the dining room and sat in front of me.
«As your boyfriend, I'd be more than happy to help you sometimes instead of watching you doing all the work, you know...» Formaggio said in a playful way. «Like, not only you're the one paying for my dinner on our first date, you even cook the food every time we're at home, be it mine or yours.»
«You're really still not over the fact that I paid that time, huh? Don't worry... It doesn't damage your image as a man to me.» I joked. He didn't seem like the type at first, but he really cared about being the typical gentleman for me. I have to admit, that even though that was sweet of him, it didn't suit him at all, but was adorable nonetheless and of course, I appreciated it with all my heart.
«Plus, I do it because I want to. It's a pleasure for me to take care of the person I love, you know.»
«Yeah, but I'd love to do the same sometimes...» I laughed at the pouting expression he was making while saying that.
«Okay then... The next time I'll let you. Happy?» I said, both jokingly and to reassure him, and he seemed happy about it since he smiled before taking another bite of the still warm pasta.
Once we finished our dinner, we put our plates in the sink and lit our cigarettes, while taking a few occasional sips of the wine from our glasses.
We chatted for a few minutes, but I couldn't help but notice that suddenly, Formaggio's expressions became really tense, an expression that normally wasn't painted on his face and didn't suit him at all, as if he was thinking about something that bothered him deeply.
I tried to give him some space in case he needed it, but the unusual silence between us started to become unbearable and a little awkward, so I decided to break it.
«... Whatever is going on in your mind surely is bothering you a lot... It's better to let it out if it has this effect on you, don't you think?»
He took a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray in front of him, and after exhaling the smoke with a deep sigh, he finally decided to open up about what was tormenting him.
«Tomorrow is going to be a year without Sorbet and Gelato.» Those words hit my heart like a moving train.
That's right. We started dating a few months after their tragic deaths.
Of course, memories of that day will come back all together a year later, and I cursed myself for not considering that in fact, exactly one year would have passed since that terrible event tomorrow.
Being at a loss of words, I got closer to him and hugged his arm, caressing it softly in hope that it would bring him some comfort.
He stayed still for a while, and eventually wrapped an arm to bring me closer, holding me tightly to his side.
«I'm sorry... I shouldn't ruin our day by mentioning it.» His words broke my heart.
«I hope you're joking... It doesn't matter what day it is, if you ever feel like this or anything bothers you, you can always count on me. Please don't say such things.» He sighed at that, and turned in my direction to relax in the hug.
«... I should really start to forget about it and leave it all behind like Risotto said.» He murmured quietly, probably more directed to himself than to me.
«Don't take everything he says as an order, Formaggio... You know what I told you about why he said that. I'm a hundred percent sure that he hasn't forgotten about it either, and something tells me he never will. He just has to put on a brave and strong face because he's our capo, but he's a human being with emotions too. He just hides them for our sake and due to his position.»
I firmly believed that those words, even if they were mere assumptions, held at least a bit of truth.
Because Risotto's expression today didn't go unnoticed to me.
It was lost, distant... Eyes empty, yet so full of rage, and instead of scolding me for getting lost in my thoughts, he simply let me go since "it was late so I must have been tired".
I didn't buy that for one second. I was firmly sure that, among everyone, he was the one who suffered the most from the loss of his teammates.
Even Ghiaccio's anger today seemed more intense, as if fueled mainly by something else besides the dissatisfaction of our share for the job, and Melone was quiet the whole time, more than he usually is.
It must be so hard, so unfair, suffering the loss of loved ones and having to hide it because you have to move on due to your position, for the sake of your subordinates.
Because your job doesn't even allow you to feel emotions.
My hatred towards the boss started to grow even more each passing seconds, to the point where just by him being mentioned makes my blood boil and want to break something.
Is he really someone we should look up at? Someone we should admire, someone we can trust, and obey to his every order no matter what because he would "provide us anything we need for the jobs and assure our safety while out on missions, and always pay us good for them as long as we pledge loyalty"?
Does he really deserve all this power? All this obedience? Was he really providing us all that? Or was he just using us to kill each other for his own amusement and grudges?
What if the real enemy wasn't other squads, but him?
Countless of questions started to fill my head, and as I looked up at Formaggio again, I see him taking another cigarette from his pack.
As a smoker myself, I couldn't really scold him for that, but I hated when he did that.
I noticed that he smokes a cigarette after another when he's really stressed. A few days after Sorbet and Gelato's death, he used to smoke at least four cigarettes after another, almost finishing an entire pack in one day. As I said, I can't blame him, I used to do it too when I first started smoking, and sometimes it happens to me to smoke more on a bad day. Then again, as his girlfriend I want him to be as happy and healthy as possible, I don't want him to hurt himself, so I tried to keep an eye on him and stop him if I saw him smoke too much in so little time. I even suggested him to start rolling so that he would smoke less, but he didn't listen to me and kept buying his usual packs.
I thought that maybe talking about it wasn't the best idea, as it would only make him think more about it and destroy himself over it. I started to consider various options and what we could do to get him a bit distracted for now.
«Listen... Would you like to do something? I think you should let your mind wander elsewhere right now.» He looked at me for a while, as if thinking about what we could do, and finally he spoke.
«... Can we just... lay in bed and cuddle? And maybe watch a movie or a series. Anything you'd like.»
«You don't have to tell me twice!» I took his hand and practically dragged him in my bedroom. I placed some cushions and stuffed animals on top of it to make it as comfortable as possible for him. Soon after, I gestured him to lay down and went to the kitchen again to get the ashtray, along with some snacks amd drinks, and placed it on the bedside table next to him.
He gave me a confused look as I did that.
«Didn't you hate smoking in your room?» he asked me.
«Some exceptions here and there don't hurt sometimes. Personally, I prefer watching movies and stuff while occasionally lighting one. Breaking the habit is okay sometimes.» I tell him reassuringly. Even though I don't want him to smoke too much, I know how hard it is to manage stress without a cigarette once that the addiction has started, so in case he ever felt the urge to smoke one, I brought the ashtray so he could still be comfortable in bed.
He observed me for a while and eventually smiled softly.
«Okay then.»
I smiled back at him and laid down. As soon as I did, he immediately wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and began scrolling through the TV channels until I was able to find something we both liked, then placing the remote on the bedside table.
As we watched in silence, he lit another cigarette after a while, his free hand running along my arm softly.
He was focused on the movie the entire time, and I noticed his expression softened more and more.
That brought a faint smile on my face. Seeing him relaxed without any bad thoughts tormenting him made me extremely happy and brought me peace, I couldn't stand seeing him so conflicted, it made my heart ache.
An hour passed, and the film finally came to an end. We've finished a few snacks and ended up chatting in the process, as if time suddenly stopped and it was just the two of us in the whole world. However, after seeing the credits at the end of the movie, my mind was brought back to reality, and sleep began to take over. Formaggio noticed it and chuckled, turning off the TV.
«Let's go to sleep, (your name). You seem pretty exhausted.» he kissed my forehead and pulled me closer. I hugged him tighter in return and closed my eyes.
«... Thank you for today. I'm sorry I kind of killed the mood at some point.»
«Don't even joke about it, Formaggio. You know very well that I'm always here for you, and as your girlfriend I'll do my best to cheer you up and make sure you're okay and feel safe and loved.» Formaggio seemed to stiffen a little at my words, but he soon relaxed again and hugged me closer.
«The same goes for you. I'll do anything for you.» He kissed my lips and I reciprocated, then he also closed his eyes.
«... I love you, (your name).» he murmured.
«I love you too. So much.» and with that, we fell asleep peacefully in each other's arms.
When I woke up in the morning, I realized I forgot to set my alarm and about the appointment time that Risotto had given, so I quickly woke Formaggio up and got ready as fast as we could before rushing outside.
Fortunately, we were able to arrive just in time, and as we entered the meeting room, everyone was present, sitting on the sofas.
As we all sat, Risotto cleared his throat and then finally spoke.
«I've called all of you here for the share of yesterday's mission that (your name) has carried out smoothly.»
He took out an envelope, which contained the money inside.
«However...» He continued, and some of us tilted our heads confused.
«I believe all of you know what day is today.» At those words, there was a mix of pained and enraged expressions among us, especially from Formaggio and Pesci.
Risotto was quiet for some time, playing with the opening of the envelope as if it helped him think how to continue his speech.
«... I'll be very straight forward about this. I've decided to not only try to discover the boss' identity. But to kill him as well.»
The room fell completely silence, as if some were trying to process what the capo has just said and consider the option after what has happened.
«I want to avenge the murder of our teammates... And the oppression we had to endure all these years. I want answers, once and for all.» He stood up, about to leave the room as if to leave some time to process his decision, but we all stood up together.
«Okay. It was about time.» Formaggio spoke. «We're all in. Let's finally get rid of that bastard.»
I saw a sparkle in his eyes that I've never seen until now. A strong desire of revenge, a revenge that was finally offered to him served on a plate, which he took and accepted without thinking twice.
I saw the same expression on the others, and for some reason, I felt it too. A strong, burning flame within me that screamed "riot. Now is your chance." trying to break free, an inner voice echoing in my ears that was finally about to be put into action.
I swear I could see, for the first time, a faint smile on Risotto's face, which however immediately disappeared.
He revealed to us that he's discovered a young teenager has joined a lower ranked group recently, all of them being stand users, and days later, after Polpo's death, he found out the boss has a daughter, and was given to this group with the mission to protect her and bring her to him. His plan was to take her as hostage so the boss would reveal himself in order to save her.
I didn't really like the idea of involving an innocent girl into this, but Risotto told me that no harm would be done to her, and it was necessary to finally get rid of him.
After getting all the information needed and divided the work, we all got out of the meeting room. All of us were assigned to different locations in order to be sure to eliminate the members of that group and take the boss' daughter, so unfortunately I wasn't paired with Formaggio this time. The only exception was Pesci, who was paired with his older brother Prosciutto.
I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder, and as I turned around I saw it was Formaggio.
«Looks like I'll be the first one to go into battle.» he said with his usual confidence and playful tone.
«Yeah...» Even though all of our missions were successful until now and I trust Formaggio's skills completely, I couldn't help but feel a little worried about the outcome. It's still a job where it's kill or be killed, and in particular this mission was going to be the hardest one we've ever been on, at least since the day that I've joined them.
«Hey, don't look so worried now.» He smiled reassuringly, which made me smile back. «Everything's gonna turn out perfectly, and we'll get rid of that bastard. After that, let's go eat in a good restaurant and spend the whole night celebrating our victory, yes?»
I could already picture the moment we'd finally won and get a higher rank, finally free from the boss who killed our teammates, so I nodded confidently.
«You can count on it. So make sure you come back in one piece.»
«Bet.» he replied before giving me a tight hug, which I immediately reciprocated. «I'll keep you updated and call you as soon as I'm done with the mission, promise.»
Ever since the day I joined, I've always wondered who we were really fighting against, if we made the right choices to follow obediently the boss' orders, but there were no doubts now, about who we were supposed to fight from the start.
Now I know my enemy, and I'll make sure to make him regret all the things he's done, and the day he was born.
yk what? fuck it. La Squadra cigarettes headcanons because they definitely smoke like chimneys, especially Prosciutto.
- Risotto
either Marlboro Red or Gold. sometimes buys Winston Blue, but not that often. started with packs, then decided to learn how to roll. (he was terrible at it the first times and took a lot for him to learn how to roll a cigarette at least decently).
CW: vulgar language, mentions of blood and violence, contains GW spoilers regarding La Squadra (basically their whole backstory).
This fanfic pretty much takes place during the events of Golden Wind. I tried not to make it too long and focus more on the interaction between the reader and Formaggio, but felt like an introduction and the context was necessary to develop their relationship.
Reblogs are highly appreciated but please do NOT repost!🖤
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It's been two years since I've joined Passione now. Two years since that day.
...
I was walking in the dark streets of Italy, Central Italy to be precise. It was late at night, and the only source of light were a few street lamps scattered in the corners of the small alley, along with the neon lights of the various signs of pubs, shops and so on.
I was finally returning home from my shift at work. I was exhausted, the afternoon shifts are always the worst, but at least I enjoy what I do and I'm payed pretty good.
I stopped at a vending machine of cigarettes and inserted the needed coins, when suddenly, a high-pitched scream reached my ears and echoed in the depths of the dark street.
I froze for a brief moment, but I immediately took a deep breath and reached for the little knife in my pocket, taking my newly bought cigarettes and looked for the source of the noise. I didn't hear any gun shots, so it shouldn't be too dangerous for me to investigate just with a pocket knife.
I wasn't scared, I knew how to defend myself. Ever since I was young, I've always practiced matrial arts and self defense, and I've always been kind of a rebel and later grew into a stubborn teenager, often causing trouble and revolting.
It was a pretty reckless lifestyle, but it's thanks to this lifestyle if I'm still where I am up to this day.
As soon as I turned the corner, I was met with a terrifying scene that made my blood run cold.
There was a man standing in a pool of blood, and the body of a lifeless young lady on the ground. He didn't immediately notice my presence, and I heard him mutter some words, which eventually reached my ears as clear as day.
«That's what happens to traitors. You should've known better than betraying your boss for money and power.»
Traitors...?
I didn't know what the hell the situation might have been, nor who they were. But I knew one thing for sure... This man had trampled on the freedom of that poor woman, taking away her life. And he's going to fucking pay for it. My sense of justice and morals would not allow to let scum like him get away with it. I saw it happen way too many times.
«Hey!» I shouted before even thinking of the consequences or what I could do.
The man immediately turned his attention to me, not expecting someone to witness his murder.
«Who the fuck are you...?!»
He took a step closer, and I gripped the knife in my pocket harder, ready to pull it out and use it in my defense.
«You killed that woman. You're a fucking lowlife, who do you think you are?»
The man blinked, shocked by my words. Even I was pretty shocked, I didn't know what the hell I was saying... I guess part of me wanted to provoke him.
«Me?» He replied, showing a hint of a grin as he took another step closer.
«I don't think I should bother introducing myself to a corpse now, don't you think?»
He charged a fist towards me, but I immediately blocked it and twisted his arm. He hissed in pain, holding his limb tight and giving me an angry, hateful look. However, a weird figure appeared behind him and ran towards me, pinning me to the wall by my neck without even letting me a second to process what just happened. I tried to grasp for air, but the grip was too strong, I was already getting dizzy. That strength was inhumane.
«That's the price you pay for sticking your nose into business that doesn't involve you, punk.»
The person- no, the weird creature holding me by the neck lifted its free arm, and I froze as I saw a clawed hand about to hit me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the impact.
... A piercing pain that never reached my skin.
I could hear the man letting out a grumble, as if grasping for air, and as I open one eye to see what was going on, a tall, dark figure stood before him, its arm piercing right through his chest. The creature holding me slowly disappeared and I took several deep breaths so the air could finally reach my lungs again. I was left with two corpses laying before me, one killed by this weird looking silhouette... It was tall, its skin shining, as if it was metallic. It was... terrifying. It slowly turned towards me, and as I raised my arms to defend myself, the creature copied my movements, which left me confused.
That's how I found out about the existence of stands, and later on, the existence of an organization called Passione.
I despised these kind of things with all my living being, it was against my morals. But facts are facts, I've killed a person, and I don't think I could tell the police that I accidentally summed a weird looking creature to kill him, they'd think I'm insane. So I visited Polpo in prison after gaining some more informations and passed his admission test, officially becoming a member of Passione.
...
The section I was in didn't involve anything too brutal or dangerous luckily, I was also getting along pretty well with my teammates. I would even go out with them to drink a daily coffee or have lunch together pretty often, sometimes we even went to parties on special occasions or when we had some days off.
It became our little tradition to celebrate in a particular pub close to the center after the success of a mission.
However, I didn't have much time to get to know them too well.
One day, my capo summoned me in his office, and I was kind of shocked to find out why the sudden call.
«What?!» I blurted out, almost shouting.
«You're really skilled, (your name). I'm sure you'll have no problems to adapt yourself in your new section. Their capo was really interested and fascinated by your skills and stand, it would definitely be more of use to them than it would ever be to us.»
I received a high level move in the organization, to say the least. I went from my small section, to a group of hitmen, who were way more close to the boss than us. They got their payment directly from him.
I can't say that just the thought of that didn't make my heart skip a beat, but it's not like I can do much about it. Whatever the superiors decide for us members, we have to follow orders. I hate this so much, I always have hated it, but unfortunately, I can no longer throw little protests to piss those with the power off anymore. Not here, at least.
«You'll be escorted to their base tomorrow at 7 p.m. I have already given one of your companions the task for this.»
I nod at my capo, and eventually leave his office with a rather perplexed look on my face.
My little apartment was quieter than usual, there were only a few cars and busses passing and interrupting the peaceful silence. I threw myself on the sofa and sighed deeply, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.
As I scrolled through the channels, I kept thinking about the sudden news and changes that I'll have to adapt to. I wonder how my new teammates are going to be, if I'll get along with them so that we can work good together with no issues...
I've been very lucky with the people I've worked with up until now, but will it be the same with the hitmen?
And will I be safe?
Some time has passed, and I finally decide to turn off the TV, growing tired of seeing the faces of our so called politicians on the screen. They have a lot of nerve to call themselves that given the way they run the country. I hate their guts.
I get up from the sofa, groaning and stretching my back before heading towards the kitchen to prepare a quick dinner. I opted for some instant noodles since it was the fastest thing I could cook at the moment. I've finished eating pretty quickly, and smoked a cigarette before finally heading to bed and get a peaceful sleep that I desperately needed since the afternoon.
The next day has been both boring and tense. I haven't done anything in particular besides preparing myself mentally for meeting my new team, until the clock finally hit the hour of my appointment with my former teammate, who would escort me to the hitmen's headquarters.
As we walk towards the destination, we chatted a bit about pretty much anything, from work to personal tastes like music and food.
Once we reach the place, a tall man dressed in black was outside, waiting for us. A chill ran down my spine.
«You must be (your name).» He said looking at my direction. I couldn't help but get lost for a few seconds in his particular eyes... black and red.
«Yes... It's me. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.» I reply.
This man was Risotto Nero, the leader of the team I'd be working with from now on. I say my goodbyes to my former teammate, and head inside their base. We go down a few flights of stairs, until we reach the meeting room, where I'm met with 6 other men. They all looked at me for a few seconds as soon as I step foot inside, as if analyzing me. They didn't dare to say a word, but as soon as Risotto introduced me, they slowly started to break the ice and introduce themselves, some showing their stands as well in the process, to which I did the same once they were all done.
After that, I sat on one of the sofas in the room, still feeling a little uncomfortable. Some of the teammates have resumed chatting with each other like before, while others still looked at me, as if considering whether they should start a conversation or not. I could hear the purple-haired one -Melone- telling the one next to him named Formaggio something about my "good looks" and something like that... Of course, being the only woman is certainly going to be the hardest mission I'll have to accomplish in this team.
While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Formaggio sitting next to me, wearing a rather irritating smirk on his face.
«Say, (your name)... We have been assigned a mission for tonight. Wanna see how we usually work together?»
I observed him for a couple of seconds, considering the situation, and eventually I came to the conclusion that, if I join them on the mission, it would be a great opportunity to see how they usually work together and what the missions consist of, also allowing me to be able to work with them and start being part of the team.
Eventually, I look back at him again, and nod.
«Sure, I'd love to take part and assist you however I can.»
«Wonderful.» He smirked again, and I gave him a faint smile back to be polite and try to make a good impression on the group.
Risotto gave a brief summary to explain what the mission was about for me, and then proceeded to explain the rest and gave us all the informations needed.
After discussing the plan, the time came for the mission to be carried out. Besides me and Formaggio were also Melone, Prosciutto and his brother Pesci.
During the walk, I found myself mainly talking to the latter, who after so much initial shyness, has eventually let himself go to pleasant little conversations to break the ice and my tension caused by being surrounded by new people.
We eventually reached the restaurant that Risotto mentioned and took a seat inside, ordering food and drinks as if it was a normal dinner with friends.
Formaggio reached us after a couple of minutes, he had stayed outside for a reason that he did not want to explain to me. «You'll see later.» he said, and who am I to insist.
The meal was peaceful the whole time, and thanks to this little moment I was able to have some conversation with all the four guys present at the table with me, learning more about the past of the squad, along with how it was formed and who joined in order, and even funny little anecdotes that have happened so far between them.
It turned out that Melone wasn't THAT weird, and I've especially enjoyed chatting with Formaggio. He seemed a pretty carefree and charismatic guy, he seemed pretty confident and had a really strong personality. It was nice talking and joking with him, I often forgot we were actually a team of hitmen on a mission due to our talks.
It also turned out that there are two other members in the team, Sorbet and Gelato, but due to a little task, they didn't manage to come back and introduce themselves to me. The boys, however, did not explain further about them, nor told me what task it was, so we simply moved onto the next topic. I'm sure I'm going to meet them one of these days though, so they'll probably talk about it once they're back. After all, it's normal to stay cautious and not reveal everything to me immediately. Who knows what the wrong person might do with your personal information in an organization like this.
At the end of dinner, we all ordered coffee. Everyone except Pesci, who opted for simple hot milk. Before our final order arrived, Formaggio, who was sitting beside me, stood up.
«Well, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.» Before going, he looked at Prosciutto, who nodded as if he knew something, and Formaggio just smirked with his usual confident expression and walked away. I don't know what's going on, but something tells me it has something to do with what Formaggio told me earlier.
I didn't think much about it, and as our coffees and milk arrived, we started drinking.
He came back just a few minutes later. Thankfully, the coffee was still warm. As he got closer to our table, he looked at Pesci, and made an incredulous and exasperated expression.
«What is this, Pesci? Are you drinking milk again?»
Poor Pesci looked at him shyly and replied. «B-But you know that if I drink coffee it hurts my stomach...»
He drank a long sip of his warm milk, and Prosciutto seemed irritated by that conversation.
«That's why you're a Mammone, Pesci. You drinking milk ruins our image as a professional team. Do you even know the reason why we bring you along with us? You need to correct those things.»
Pesci apologized, and Prosciutto eventually turned his attention to Formaggio, asking him how things were going, to which he replied by throwing a pair of keys into Pesci's now empty glass of milk. He whined in surprise, not expecting the sudden move, and Formaggio just casually joked.
«That's all yours, Pesci. A little gift from me to you.»
«... Looks like things went well.»
«Yeahh, the job's basically done. Now we just have to watch it happen.»
I listened as the two men spoke to each other. Watch what happen?
Just as I was asking myself that, I noticed something weird from the window next to me, which soon turned into horror.
It seemed like a car appeared all of a sudden and crushed a man and his girlfriend on the ground. I stood up shocked, and the others followed me by standing up as well, slowly and composed. Pesci seemed even more shocked, as if he was going to faint at any moment. Formaggio tapped my shoulder a few times, and as I looked at him, he gestured towards the door with his head, implying that we should leave now taking advantage of the mess that had been created.
It was the second time I've seen someone die before my eyes... Memories of the past started to fill my mind, but I quickly pushed them away. Now that I'm part of this team, I'll surely see this happen many more times in the future, so I'll have to get used to this lifestyle. I look at my side, noticing Formaggio walking casually with his hands in his pockets.
«... Hey.» He turned his head towards me as I spoke hesitantly.
«... What was that? How did you do it?» Now that I think about it, Formaggio was one of those who didn't show his stand while introducing himself, so his power still remains a mystery to me.
He smiled proudly and replied.
«Pretty cool, yeah?»
He leaned down slightly, as if to whisper in my ear.
«That's my ability. I can shrink objects and people as much as I want. Some say it's a useless skill. But... It didn't turn out to be that useless tonight, did it?»
This guy surely was... Interesting. He just told me his stand ability as if it was nothing, almost as if flexing it. Was he trying to show off since there was a new member? He kind of seemed like the type to do so...
The first days here will surely be intense with these guys, especially him.
When we returned to the base, we were met by all the others waiting for us in the meeting room, Risotto asking for report.
Formaggio explained pretty much quickly how it went, and Illuso didn't think twice before starting to mock him, saying he was impressed that his stand turned out to be useful, while Ghiaccio started complaining about the money we would make with this mission. Risotto, however, shuts them up immediately, pointing out that "Sorbet and Gelato still haven't come back".
Right... They did mention them before at the restaurant, but they seemed pretty concerned now, claiming that they would never miss the meetings where we'd take our share after a job.
So, something is definitely going on...
The next day, most of us were sent to look for the two men, searching around various areas of the city. I was paired with Formaggio since I'm still a new member, who decided to take a look into their house first of all. We chatted a bit as usual, but the tension in his voice was clear. I kind of wished I could do something to calm him, but it was difficult not to stress over the disappearance of your teammates.
As we reached their house, we knocked on the door, which turned out to be open.
Formaggio turned to look at me, seeming even more nervous than before. I nod and gesture at the door, trying to reassure him. If anything happens, I'd back him up with my stand immediately.
He took a deep breath, and opened the door. When we did, we froze in place at the scene before us.
Right in front of us, a body laid on the ground against the wall, which turned out to be Gelato's. However, there was no trace of Sorbet's body in the house.
I covered my mouth in shock and turned to Formaggio, who was already typing Risotto's number on the phone, and explained the situation to him as soon as he picked up. His voice was trembling as he explained the details, and as he turned to look at Gelato's corpse again, I noticed that his eyes were shiny, as if he was about to cry.
As I looked at the body again, I noticed a little piece of paper with something written on it. I got closer until I could read it, and turned to Formaggio, who had a questioning look on his face.
«... Punizione.»
Everything changed when several days later, over 30 packages were delivered to our base, making the terrible discovery that each of them contained parts of Sorbet's body torn to pieces.
All the boys gathered together one day and organized a small funeral for them. There was only us. The sadness and anger in the air were evident, clear as day, and one after another, we all left, returning to our base as Risotto told us.
Our leader arrived later, in the evening, and they finally explained to me that it's been a while since they've been trying to discover the boss' identity to grow in the organization, since they were always underpaid and treated like dogs, and that consequently, the murder of Sorbet and Gelato was a silent warning from the boss himself.
Ghiaccio was furious as he explained it, mentioning how it wasn't fair that everyone in the organization was paid by their various leaders of the organisation, while we were the only ones paid directly by the boss, yet the ones who received less than the others while being so high in rank.
I signed, visibly irritated. People at the top... Controlling others as they please as if they were not human beings only and exclusively for their personal gain. Revolting.
The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity, and eventually, Risotto stood up to retreat in his office, muttering something to us before leaving.
«All of you... Forget all about Sorbet and Gelato.»
He left us in the meeting room, everyone perplexed.
I heard Formaggio clicking his tongue and leaving the room. He seemed furious, a look I've never seen on his face until now.
I thought for a long moment, and decided to follow him, finding him in the balcony, turning his back to me as he looked absently in front of him.
I positioned myself next to him, taking two cigarettes out of my pack and handing him one. He took it without saying a word, and we begin smoking.
«... Forget all about them. How can he think we could ever forget?!»
He began talking, and I decide to let him vent about the situation. I didn't even have the time to know Sorbet and Gelato, so I unfortunately cannot understand how they all must feel, especially Formaggio, who seemed to care deeply about them.
«... I can't even imagine how all of you must feel right now...» He looked at me as I tried to come up with some comforting words.
«Losing a teammate, and most importantly a friend, is an unimaginable pain, I'm deeply sorry that this had to happen. With the hands of our own boss above all. Expecting everyone to just forget surely seems like a crazy request... But I don't think he meant it because he just shrugged it off and it's not an important matter. As our leader, his task isn't only giving us orders, but making sure we're all okay as well. I think... That's why he said it, he doesn't want all of you to destroy yourself slowly with grief and pain over it. But one thing is sure, you don't have to "forget" and especially not now. You have the right to allow yourself to process what happened and mourn the loss of your friends with no one rushing you over it.»
Fearing I've said too much, I take a long breath of my cigarette, to which I see him doing the same. I still didn't know these guys at all, so I don't know if words like these even affect them in the slightest after living for so much in the darkness, but they're still human beings, and judging by how Formaggio reacted at the death of their teammates, maybe I could manage to make at least him feel a little better.
«... Why did you join Passione, (your name)?» He asked suddenly.
«Huh?» I look at him for a few seconds, and eventually turn towards the view from the balcony.
«... I've witnessed something I shouldn't have years ago. I could've simply ran away, but I refused to be yet another person to turn a blind eye and just leave another crime left unpunished. I stepped into the scene and ended up killing that bastard with a power I didn't even know I had. That's when I found out about the existence of stands. I joined because from that moment, my fate was sealed, and I was the one who did it, with my own hands. So I thought that Passione was a place for someone like me, with such a weird power. Turns out that the motherfucker I killed back then was also a member of the organization. Ironic, isn't it? I guess I became what I've always hated by joining. But that's okay, I don't know anything anymore, I don't know who my enemy is, who I have to fight. I don't even know who I am anymore.»
Formaggio listened carefully the whole time as I kept ranting about my past, and I eventually apologized for talking so much about myself at an inappropriate time, but to my surprise he spoke again.
«I think you're an admirable person.»
His words caught me off guard.
«You had no idea about the power you had, you were a simple girl coming back from work and found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. You could've easily died even if that man didn't have a stand, yet your strong sense of justice still made you jump willingly in that situation even though that woman was already dead.»
Formaggio turned too look at me, his expression seemed less pained than before. «You're really brave, and I respect you a lot for that and for the way you think and act. I'm looking forward to working with you in the next missions. I think we're going to get along really well.»
Hearing him saying that made me really happy. I was really anxious at first, fearing it would take a lot for me to adapt to the team and feel a part of it, but Formaggio has just quickly made that thought vanish with just a few words. I couldn't help but feel my heart a bit warmer at that.
The next months I've spent my time working with everyone and surprisingly, they all ended up to immediately accept me as part of the team and we all worked very well together, regardless of the very strong personalities of some of them, like Ghiaccio.
I was mainly teamed up with Formaggio. We immediately managed to make our stands work well together and thanks to our teamwork we immediately became a really strong duo. After a mission we'd often spend our afternoons at cafes or evenings drinking beer in bars or sitting on the rocks by the sea.
This evening was just one of those. We've bought some bottles of beers at a nearby supermarket and sat on the rocks of the nearest beach.
«Good job as always, (your name)! You always impress me with the ideas you come up with to get us out of trouble. I wish I was a fast thinker like you.» Formaggio praised my skills before opening our beers, and we began drinking.
«It's really nothing spectacular, I'm just trying to do my job in the best way possible for the team.»
«Modest as always, I see.» He replied, giving me a playful smirk.
Sometimes, I couldn't help but think he was trying to get closer to me, but I always shrugged it off, thinking it was part of his personality to be a bit flirty. He'd always bring an arm around my shoulders or give me hugs, but he behaved like this with Pesci as well, so I thought he was simply really friendly and physically affectionate.
Yet, for some reason, part of me
hoped he was growing interested in me, and I'm still not certain when these thoughts started to cross my mind, and tried my best to hide them.
We sipped our beers in silence, interrupting it sometimes with small conversations. Our little chats were always very pleasant, and I loved how well we were getting along. Illuso often provoked and made fun of him, but he was a really reliable guy who was always available for any problem I had. For some reason, it made my cheeks run warmer every time he showed me his kindness.
Time passed quickly, and dinner time arrived in an instant. I didn't want to say goodbye to Formaggio so soon, so I offered him to go eat something at the restaurant nearby. He surprisingly accepted really quickly and enthusiastic, so after finishing our last beer, we headed towards the place.
«This is the restaurant of our first mission together, (your name).» He said, bringing our memories back to that day.
«Right. I was so shocked by the end of the mission... I didn't look that professional, didn't I?» I joked, and he replied with a laugh.
I was so happy to finally see him laughing genuinely again after all he's been through with the death of his teammates, I set myself a small goal to make his mind wander so as not to think too much about that bad day, and the fact that I'm succeeding brings me immense joy.
We enjoyed our dinner, talking about literally everything. About ourselves, what we like, what we dislike, music, food... It kind of reminded me of my old group, we often mentioned those topics to get to know each other better. But with Formaggio it felt different. It felt so natural and good with him, and the more he told me about him, the more I wanted to know. Sometimes it felt like we've been friends for so long judging by how comfortable we felt talking to each other and joking around, yet it's only been a few months.
Once we finished our coffee to officially finish our dinner, I finally convinced him it was my treat and pay for both of us, and we proceeded to leave the restaurant.
«Come on, if it bothers you so much, you can pay the next time. But really, It was a pleasure to offer you dinner.» I joked, trying to make him understand that I was more than happy to do it.
«Oh? So there's going to be another time?» My cheeks felt like they were on fire immediately.
«I-I mean, if you want to.»
«It would be my pleasure.» He replied with confidence, winking at me.
There he goes flirting again... This guy really was something. And the more he did it, the harder it became to resist the urge to grab his face and place a kiss on his lips.
I quickly shook my head as those thoughts crossed my mind, and it didn't go unnoticed for Formaggio.
«You okay?» He asked.
«Yeah! Something went in my hair.»
«Whatever you say... But yeah, it's pretty windy now that you mention it.» Luckily I was able to play my cards well and avoid his question, but my heart skipped a bit after his next words.
«Listen... It's very dark, I should accompany you to your apartment.»
«Huh-? Oh! No no, don't worry! It's never been a problem to walk alone at ni-»
«Yeah yeah I know. But after you told me what happened in the past, I think that it would be better to avoid problems, if possible. Plus it's not a problem for me, consider it as a way of thanking you for offering me dinner.»
«Okay...» Oh my heart. This dude can really be too sweet and certainly knows how to use words to make me lose my mind for him more and more.
I accept his offer, still feeling a little bad for making him walk all the way to my apartment and then coming back alone to his house.
Luckily my apartment wasn't too far from there, so he didn't have to bother too much. However, that meant our day together was over for real this time, and even though we work together and see each other almost every day, I couldn't help but feel sad about the fact that our time for today was coming to an end. I turned around to say my goodbyes to him and thank him, but he preceded me by giving me a strong hug that I reciprocated without thinking twice.
«Hey... Thank you.» He muttered, which made me smile.
«I'm the one to thank you, I had a very good time today.»
«Not just for today, (your name).»
«What do you mean?» I looked up at him with a questioning look.
«... If it wasn't for you, do you think I would be smiling like this instead of drowning in sadness?»
Oh my heart.
«Well... I did notice that you're finally smiling and laughing genuinely, which makes me so, so happy, but don't give me so much credit for it.»
He broke the hug to grab my shoulders, which surprised me, but before I could think of anything, his lips were on mine.
As soon as the initial shock was gone, I immediately returned the kiss I've been wanting for so long, and once our lips parted, he spoke again.
«You're saving my life right now and you didn't even notice.» His hands were still on my shoulders, and as we looked at each other I got completely lost in his green eyes.
«... You know, before meeting you I've never felt what I'm feeling right now for anyone. I was confused at first, the idea of ever liking someone has never even crossed my mind. But you... You joined our group suddenly and you've been by my side trying your best to make me feel better after the murder of Sorbet and Gelato. These names... If it wasn't for you I wouldn't even be able to to let them slip out of my mouth or think about them. Don't think I never noticed your efforts from the start, (your name).»
I almost teared up at his words, and showed him a big smile before hugging him again.
«I just... For some reason I couldn't handle seeing you like that... I've never felt what I'm feeling for you, especially in so little time. Everything always feels so natural and nice with you.» I tried to put my feelings into words in the best way I could, hoping it wouldn't sound like the typical phrase heard several times over and over. Luckily, he reciprocated my smile and hugged me again.
«Say... Are you free tomorrow?» He asked.
«I am. Why?»
«If the offer is still valid, I would like to be the one to "pay for the next dinner".»
«A hundred percent still valid.» I replied, smiling again.
«Perfect. Then, I'll come here tomorrow at 7 p.m.» he gave my body a little squeeze and kissed my forehead before breaking the hug.
«Goodnight, (your name).»
«Goodnight...» I opened the front door of the house and rushed inside, trying my best not to scream like an idiot.
Once I was inside my apartment, I changed into something comfortable and went to bed.
After a few minutes, Formaggio called me to inform me that he had arrived home. We chatted a bit, and eventually hung up to go to sleep.
As I laid down, I smiled, staring at the ceiling, still processing what had just happened.
I knew it... Things would certainly become really interesting and lively in this team, and I couldn't ask for anything better than this.
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I wanted to say that lately I've been thinking about starting to write again... I mean, x reader fanfics/one shots etc. so I've decided to re download wattpad and start writing again! I'm currently going to work on jjba, obey me, TWST and ikevil fanfics. if you don't have wattpad, maybe I could either write something here or post the wattpad links when they're published. here's my ikevil story I just created!
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hello hellooo been a while since I posted here<3 this is a lil drawing I did for William's birthday and my ikemen villain self insert's design! hope you like this<333
So this is something that’s bothered me for years but I never said anything. I can’t stand people who write fanfiction with an original character as the main character but tag as x reader. Like giving your character a name AND physical description is not a reader insert story. I understand the gender specific/neutral tags or intending your character to be a specific race or size but there does come a point where isn’t no longer a reader insert and it’s just a regular OC.
I wanna believe that a lot of people don’t understand the tag but as fanfiction writers I know that’s not the case. A lot of people do it to get more views for their story which is so dumb to me. Either write an actual reader insert or add the proper tags. It’s not that fucking hard.
Also I purposefully tagged reader insert tags I’m into to see if others have this same issue and what they think. I can’t be the only one annoyed but I’m cool either way.
