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shoechoe · 5 days

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Hiiii attacking your ask box while I procrastinate 😛

So regarding Passione’s structure: Been doing a lot of reading lately on the mafia and have found that interestingly, the Neapolitan mafia is generally much more fragmented than other mafias in Italy, particularly the Sicilian and Calabrian mafias (the Cosa Nostra and ‘Ndrangheta respectively).

That is to say, the “boss of bosses” model seen in other mafias is not really present in Calabria and Naples, where the gangs are instead smaller and more numerous, controlling many minor sectors of criminal society instead of one broad huge, organization blanketing massive swathes of the land.

This makes me think about the odd way that Passione’s hierarchy is illustrated when we’re being given exposition about it in the story. Although Passione is depicted as this pervasive, all-powerful thing, it seems to be very horizontally organized overall, which makes me wonder: Is Passione a singular gang, or is it meant to be more of a replacement for the Camorra in the story altogether, i.e. a loose coalition of clans operating broadly under the same roof, but generally independent from one another?

Or is it some weird mix of both? Each “squad” seems more like its own distinct thing than a unified part of a larger whole given all of the infighting, but everyone ultimately takes orders from Diavolo anyway. I wonder if the Camorra also still exists in this universe, parallel to Passione…

The structure of Passione seems to be rather lacking in middlemen altogether: there aren’t many “tiers” of it to climb. There’s the grunts, then squad leaders like Bruno or Risotto, then caporegimes like Polpo, and then directly above that is Doppio+Diavolo.

The structure at the top is definitely fucked backwards no matter which way you look at it because Doppio/Diavolo is his own boss and his own henchman at the same time and he doesn’t seem to have a consigliere or any other personal advisers—just his personal guard, who seem to mostly just be… hitmen? There doesn’t seem to be much evidence that Cioccolata, Squalo and Tiziano et al. conduct much business for the gang. They’re just… attack dogs, I guess ?

(To note, the official illustration of Passione’s hierarchy says that the position that belongs to Doppio should be a consigliere, but this is more of a non-combative, lawerly, legal-counsel type role which is something that Doppio appears by all accounts to be woefully inadequate for, so this doesn’t really make sense.)

There’s also oddly not much mention of blood relatives within Passione: I don’t think we hear of any gangster characters who are actually related to one another, which is highly unusual for the mafia. Is it because near everyone seems to be a stand user, save bottom-tier lackeys like Luca? Do they put less stock into blood relations in Passione because of this (and maybe also because of the boss discouraging such things)? Do they skip over most of the formalities of being “made” because they find the stand arrow test to serve as a sufficient initiation? This is the stuff that keeps me up at night.

That is some very interesting real-life context. The only gang I've read a book on so far is Cosa Nostra, but organized crime in Italy definitely goes beyond that and varies from mob to mob. Personally, I doubt there was too much thought put into how Passione replaces the real-life mob structures in Italy; Araki was probably just thinking "media-like depiction of an Italian mob" and didn't pour himself into study of real-life mob structures or anything.

I always kind of assumed other gangs were practically irrelevant, since conflicts with other gangs are never mentioned and Passione seems to be so powerful that it's basically the "main" mob in Italy due to its high concentration of Stand users and monopoly on the drug trade. (Though Purple Haze Feedback isn't canon, it does make a point that Passione is powerful beyond powerful in terms of mobs with Giorno in charge.) Though, there really isn't enough info given to tell, just like a lot of things with the mob in VA, lol.

I have also noticed the whole "consigliere" deal before- I made a post about it some time ago. Personally I get the feeling that VA was just using "consigliere" functionally as a synonym for "underboss", since they mention a "right-hand man" in the structure. It's a little annoying and inaccurate, but what can you do?

The lack of family dynamics playing a role is definitely something I noticed Passione strongly breaks away from real-life mobs in. The concept of family is extremely important in most real-life Italian mobs, with gang higher-ups often operating within families and successors being sons of the boss. Passione, on the other hand, seems to have absolutely none of this.

This also makes Diavolo's hatred and avoidance of family really interesting, and indeed, what causes Vento Aureo's attempts to have Passione mimic a "typical mob structure" come out extremely broken. There is nobody planned to take over if something happens to Diavolo because Doppio is his underboss (who wouldn't work as a successor for obvious reasons) and he cut off all potential family and connections to people besides himself. I guess that just goes to show Diavolo's sheer confidence in himself and his distrust of anybody else that might replace him. He also might have just truly not given a shit about what will happen to his empire after he dies.

Passione is, in my opinion, a pretty simplistic idea of a mob. It's written just enough to get a vague idea of what it's like and also to get the plot working, but upon further inspection, you really realize just how vague it is as an organization. It makes me want a prequel to see how Diavolo started all of it even more lol.

#asks #vento aureo #diavolo jjba #shoe talks a lot #long posts

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immaeatingwood · 3 months

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One person asked me for the Polpo backstory, so here it is! It's half a headcanon, half an AU.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE TOWARDS PEOPLE AND ANIMALS, DEATH AND EVERYTHING THAT IS CANONICAL TO JJBA.

It all begins in 1961 in the village of Vuoto (“Emptiness”), when an unwanted child appears in the family of the miller Doriano and signorita Samuela. The boy was named Polpo - it is unclear why and why he was given such a stupid name, but this later played a cruel joke on him.

The child grew up, and at the age of 4 he found his first friend - the only other child in the village. It turned out to be Giacomo Ciampoli, the son of a local clergyman. Also in the village was the dog Vivaldi, whom, however, Polpo killed under pressure from a certain religious association called Pupazzi Piangenti (“Crying Dolls”). Giacomo was a good boy, but perhaps too cowardly and naive - in the end, he never decided to run away from home while his parents were alive. But Polpo made up his mind. At the age of 17, after Samuela's death, he simply quietly left, leaving no traces. Nothing is known about Doriano - maybe he met death all alone, or maybe he moved and started life anew. Who knows.

While hitchhiking, Polpo met an unknown girl who introduced herself as Mirella. It’s not clear why, but our dude decided not to reveal his real name and called himself Livio Zanetti. This was the only deception that he regretted until his death.

They dispersed quite quickly. They chatted, showed each other a couple of tricks - Mira could do funny things with a scarf, and Polpo with a knife - and the guy landed in Naples, and the girl went to Rome. She's fine. She started traveling around the country, got a cat and lived until the universe was rebooted - or maybe even after it, I don’t remember how it works.

Polpo, finding himself in the city for the first time, could not find either training or work - he was already too old to enter the first grade or some church school, and, naturally, they would not accept him into other educational institutions without school. Well, and, of course, no one wants to hire a teenager without any experience or education.

Nevertheless, paradoxically, he managed to find friends. At the age of 18, Polpo became involved with a gang of petty thieves, which was run by the failed musician Domenico Rosini. The relationship with him was the closest - being about the same age, the guys quickly became friends, but it wasn't a really good friendship - Doriano never stopped his teammates from harmful things they did with the new boy (for example, joking about his name and trying to make him to breath underwater). But one day, in order to save himself, Domenico handed over the entire gang to the police, for which, in fact, Polpo killed him - of course, unintentionally, but still. This was his first human victim, but far from his last.

Naturally, our comrade was accused of murder and numerous thefts. Nevertheless, he was pulled out of prison by the then young and not cross-eyed Pericolo, who subsequently sheltered the boy and offered to join the barely holding on Passione. He, of course, did not refuse. At that time, according to my calculations, Diavolo did not have any arrows, so the initiation was based on blood.

The first task of the newcomer, who, as it turned out, was a kind of beginning of the Elimination Squad (aka Squadra), was “to remove the person who had annoyed the mafia” - this person, surprisingly, was Giacomo, already familiar to us. In the scuffle, Ciampoli hits Pericolo on the head, causing him to cross his eye. Polpo cannot forgive harm to his teammate, nor can he complete the task, so he has to kill his former friend.

After some time, the consigliere of the organization called Polpo, who was more similar to the canonical version, for a conversation. The “conversation” turned into an arrow strike to the neck. This was not the first Stand awakened in Passion, but the first in which the arrow got stuck at the ends. At first, of course, Polpo was afraid of new abilities, but in a few months he managed to curb them. They assigned him the responsibility of recruiting newcomers, after which he was able to reach the status of capo. And then they imprisoned him again, but this time he was able to adjust everything to suit himself.

However, the arrow virus is still a virus, and they make you sick. So our little man managed to not only get sick - he was literally blown to the size of a bed, which, however, did not interfere in any way.

And then you know.

#jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba oc #jjba polpo #polpo jjba #fan backstory

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starry-blue-echoes · 2 years

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I have routed the pucci gang Speedrun in the time loop au:

-Bruno use sticky finger and open the jail house for Giorno to iced polpo

-Trish escape from the island and try to awaken spice girl (skipping tender machine and kraftwork)

-skip the whole delivering Trish arc and the gang just become traitor immediately since that's count as kidnapping trish

-they beat up polnareff, stole the arrow and write a letter to diavolo.

-korega requiem da

WHEN I SAY THIS MADE ME SPAT MY WATER-

Y e s. Yes completely.

Bruno and Giorno meeting up and just zipping through the wall, murking Polpo with a gun/poison plant/animal/whatever they decided to use that time and zipping out just as quickly.

The Gang are already waiting for them by the pier with a boat and the second they arrive they’re zooming off straight toward Capri, where meanwhile Trish has yote herself off a cliff to get Spice Girl early.

However, yet didn’t just Yeet herself off a cliff for now reason. This specific cliff was a pre-planned one that made it so she would land right on the boat as they were passing by, saving time by removing the need to pull into the dock, stop, get Trish, turn around and start again.

They then zoom as fast as they can to Rome, Yoink the arrow, Kono Requiem Da, and then start heading over to Get Diavlo’s Ass

And for the letter, what if they just. Sent it before they left to pick up Trish so Diavlo gets it and is paranoid out of his mind for several hours.

And ofc, the whole time they’re doing all of this, anytime they’re moving they are BOOKING IT

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moxxiejoestar · 11 months

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history, explaining & stories about stand arrow & requiem arrow

The stand arrows & requiem arrows are made by meteorites fell on Cape york, greenland since 50,000 B.C.E/B.C.

Mysterious men/man is the one who created 100 of stand arrow & 50 requiem arrows in this unknown years.

In 1978 two workers died while investigating mineral resources in cape york. Presumed to have been infected with a virus & soldiers finger came zap shot like a teasers gun then he becomes the stand of unknown.

In 1986 somewhere at the middle of egypt desert, 19 years old diavolo discover the box of 5 mysterious stand arrows & 1 unknown of requiem arrows then he stolen the arrows & selling it to enya (the DIO's minions) then next year, yoshikage kira's father & keicho/okuyassu nijimura's father use to buy one stand arrows & send to morioh-cho, Japan.

In 1999 keicho nijimura want to muder people for his revenge that what happened to his father. Next day he got killed by red hot chili pepper (akira otioshi's stands) & steals the stand arrows. Many days later during summer, josuke higashikata defeat akira otioshi & akira disguised himself as a speedwagon foundation (SPW foundation) then many hours later akira was dead & SPW foundation took the arrows & send to the building of speedwagon foundation.

The next arrow was kira & his father got the stand, killer queen (yoshikage kira's stands) & atomic heart (kiras father's stands) to attack josuke, koichi, okuyassu & my boss, jotaro kujo. Kira accidentally kill his father & it's still unknown that stand arrows missing. Meanwhile at Italy in 1990's unknown. The remaining diavolo's arrow is taking over by polpo.

In 2001 giorno giovanna & his gang of giorno giovanna destroy the stand arrows after turn gun into polpo's banana to kill himself.

Then sometime in year of pucci's life he met DIO & he use requiem arrow to send pucci.

In 2010's jotaro kujo give the stand arrows to his daughter, jolyne cujoh to make her stand, stone free.

In 1990's my France soldier of stardust crusader, Jean P. Polnareff discover the requiem arrow in somewhere in Europe/Africa.

In 2001 he kept the requiem arrow in colosseum at rome, Italy. At night he met again the diavolo & he got donuted then he got stand, SCR (as known the silver chariot requiem). In morning or day giorno & his gang of giorno giovanna got the requiem arrow to stab their self & becomes the requiem master then send diavolo to infinity endless deaths loop. Then next hour he kept the arrow for his journey.

In 2030's during Californian revolution (Soviet Union Republican Californians Mobsters & Gangster of Capone/S.U.R.C.M.&.G.C VS United States of America/USA) after saving avdol's, jotaro's, ponareff's, iggy's & Caesar A. Zepelli's then reverse joseph joestar's age to 33, clone it & foward clones age to same on jjba part 3. Me & my army are went to Egypt to find the new treasure that world countries didn't found new treasure except me.

After we found the new treasure we just discovered the box of full 100 stand arrows & 50 requiem arrow. That's why I found arrows in Egypt.

The end

Like my post, comment, reblog comment & reblog if you're jojo fans

#stands #stand #jjba stand #stand arrow #jojo stands #requiem #Requiem arrow #Beatle arrow #spw foundation #speedwagon foundation #speedwagon #Californian revolution

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oh-bunny-dearest · 10 months

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Hey I really liked your risotto past/headcanon do you have any for formaggio?<3

Uwaahhhh~ I’m really glad you like them! He’s my comfort character so making headcanons for him comes really easily (*´꒳`*)

As for Formaggio…well, forgive me for lacking (しょうがねえなあ〜), again I tend to fixate on one (1) character buuuut that being said, I have a couple! They’ll probably be more vague but please take it as an invitation to fill in with your headcanons, especially if he’s one of your faves or you identify with him!

はーい！いくぞ！

🧀🧀🧀

Formaggio has multiple younger siblings (at least like…2) that he takes care of and he first got into Passione in order to get money to support them.

Initially, he worked with the drug team as Little Feat is quite ideal for smuggling things, however due to him beginning to move up in ranks, another member attempted to attack him but the tables were turned and Formaggio ended up killing them.

Considering him a traitor, his team set him up to get arrested.

Before going to prison, Formaggio gave his siblings all the money he saved and instructed them to stay on the down low/ get rid of all connections to him. Despite this, Formaggio would always try to support them from a distance.

After being let out, Polpo placed him as an assassin with Prosciutto and Gelato and Sorbet because all other units did not take kindly to the fact that Formaggio killed one of his own, even despite the circumstances.

Even though Prosciutto has the reputation of being the big brother/兄貴 of La Squadra, I think Formaggio also has a big brother roll but he’s the kind of big bro that teases/pranks his younger siblings and takes them out teach them how to shoplift and stuff, yanno? He’s chill like that.

He was willing to kill Narancia because it was something he had to do but he refused to watch him get eaten because it’s really hard not to imagine Narancia as one of his siblings.

As not nice it is to put his cat in a bottle, some part of it is a misplaced attempt to keep something he cares about safe

Would love to work at a pet shop in an ideal world

Names venomous spiders shit like “Babygirl” and “Honeybun”

Teases Pesci but will also mock Prosciutto if he thinks he’s being too hard on Pesci to lighten the mood and hopefully make sure Pesci doesn’t internalize too much of Prosciutto’s criticisms

He’s the person that keeps the team morale up! Often brings in stuff like drinks or maybe small decorations to hang up around the hideout on holidays

Aaaand I think that’s all for now! Thank you so much for your ask, friend!! Enjoy your cheese 🧀 💖💝💘💗💓

#jjba #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo #jjba part 5 #Formaggio #jjba formaggio #golden wind #Vento aureo #Vento aureo headcanons #la squadra #headcanons #ask

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lady-wallace · 2 years

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Little Lion Man Part One: Whumptober Day 28 (JJBA)

We’re almost at the end of the month so my last @whumptober prompts will be made up of 2 2-part longer fics, starting with this pre-Part 5 one with, yes, yet more Abbacchio angst.

Prompt: “It’s Just the Tip of the Iceberg” (anger born of worry, punching the wall, headache)

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5

Character(s): Bucciarati & Abbacchio

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This is another long one, so please read the full story through one of the links below!

Read on Ao3

Read on FF.net

Masterpost

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The drive back was silent. Abbacchio stared out the window, elbow propped against it as he rested his aching head against his fist.

That…could have gone better.

But it hadn't gone terribly either. After all, they were all alive and there had been no serious injuries. That was how Abbacchio chose to see it anyway. However, from Bucciarati's point of view that didn't seem to be the case if his chilly silence and the way he gripped the steering wheel were any indication. Fugo was looking out the window in the back, not saying anything. Abbacchio huffed a brief sigh. He didn't know whose side the kid was on in this, but, frankly it didn't matter.

Not like Abbacchio wasn't just doing his job or anything.

They got back to the apartment and Bucciarati parked the car in their usual spot before they headed up to their rooms.

"I need to prepare my report for Polpo," Bucciarati said, and briefly, stupidly, Abbacchio thought he might have escaped, before the dark bob angled slightly toward him. "Abbacchio, may I have a word with you?"

Abbacchio gave a barely audible sigh. He was about the get an earful. He shared a brief look with Fugo before the kid headed toward his own room, lucky to escape.

He followed Bucciarati into the tiny office and the other man shut the door heavily behind them.

"Do you want to explain to me exactly what the hell you were doing?" Bucciarati demanded, not bothering with niceties.

Abbacchio instantly bristled. "My job, as far as I understand it."

"Your job today was information gathering. A job which you left halfway through, sacrificing valuable information to throw punches in a fight we had handled."

"When I got there, you were up against three men!" Abbacchio protested. "And Fugo wouldn't have gotten there in time, what did you expect me to do?"

"Your job, Abbacchio!" Bucciarati snapped. "You're vulnerable when Moody Blues is in use, you know that."

Abbacchio scoffed. "I don't need my Stand to fight, it's worthless for that anyway."

"All that I ask is that you do the job I assign you, or is that too much to ask of you, Abbacchio?"

The ex-cop bristled with anger, clenching his sore fists. "You know, normally people are a little more grateful when you save their life. I should know."

He was not expecting the fist that came flying by his head in a fraction of a second, burying itself into the wall a few inches away. Abbacchio's eyes followed, wide, as Bucciarati reeled his arm back and rezipped it, leaving a very obvious mark in the drywall.

"I didn't save your life and spend months getting you clean, just so you could throw it away, Leone," Bucciarati snapped.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over Abbacchio, curdling to growing anger in his stomach, his head aching even more from the throw-down earlier.

"What do you expect me to do then?" he demanded. "My Stand is only good for one thing, but I can fight and you need a damn bodyguard or you're going to get yourself killed."

"I never dictated that was what you're here for."

"Then what the hell am I here for?" Abbacchio demanded. "Why would you want a piece of shit like me hanging around? You want to get rid of me, I'll gladly put my life on the line for you and get it over with."

Bucciarati exhaled, looking like he was trying to gather himself. "Is that what you really think?"

Abbacchio folded his arms over his chest. "I don't know, you tell me. Boss."

Bucciarati cringed. He hated it when they were formal to him, had made it a point that while he might dictate the orders as he got them from Polpo, they were equals in this. Until it came to Bucciarati's safety, that is.

"Abbacchio," Bucciarati started, then shook his head, raising a hand. "No, I can't deal with this right now. You're injured. Go get cleaned up. I have a report to make."

The dismissal was obvious, and Abbacchio started toward the door to the office, casting one more glance at the hole in the wall.

He shouldn't have said it, but he was in a bad mood that day, and had been putting up with Bucciarati's self-sacrificing bullshit for too long. "If it had been Fugo I went to help, would you be this pissed?"

Bucciarati stopped on his way to sitting down at his desk and turned back to Abbacchio as he continued, unable to stop himself.

"What exactly offends you so much about someone watching your back? It's like you want to die or something, and trust me, I know a lot about that."

Bucciarati's face twitched slightly before it became a mask once again. "You're dismissed, Abbacchio."

"Whatever, Boss," Abbacchio replied swiftly and yanked the door open, slamming it behind him. It was childish, and also made his headache worse, so joke was on him he supposed.

He made his way to the bathroom, yanking his coat and shirt off a little too viciously, cringing as the purple and crimson bruises across his ribs became visible. He bent stiffly over the sink and started to scrub the blood off his head and from his hair.

The door, which he'd left slightly ajar was pushed open and Fugo appeared.

Abbacchio rolled his eyes, ringing out damp hair. "Come here to gloat about me getting chewed out, brat?"

Fugo snorted, setting a bottle of pills down on the counter. "Thought you might want these."

Abbacchio sighed and grabbed the bottle, counting out the proper dosage of pain meds and swallowing them dry.

"I'm on your side with this one," Fugo told him.

"Was he always like this then?"

"I didn't go on missions when I first joined him since I…well, Purple Haze isn't fit for a lot of normal jobs." Abbacchio grunted in agreement. "But Bucciarati came home injured enough times for me to realize he needed someone there. He's capable, but he doesn't think when he's on a mission. He gets too focused. No one else is allowed to take a hit for him either."

Abbacchio pressed his lips together and finished washing the blood out of his hair before he started scrubbing off his makeup, too tired to redo it this late in the day.

Fugo reached out and prodded his ribs, causing Abbacchio to yelp in protest, pulling away. "Any broken?"

"No, and you're not making them hurt less," Abbacchio growled. "Don't you have paperwork to do or something?"

Fugo gave him a look, folding his arms over his chest. "At the end of the day, Bucciarati is really just afraid of losing anyone close to him. We're all he has, you know. We're essentially his family."

Another wave of guilt and…understanding… washed over Abbacchio, taking the last of whatever malice toward Bucciarati he'd formed in his gut earlier. Because he got it. It wasn't like he had anyone. Everyone from his past life wanted nothing to do with him now and he was still an outcast in Passione because of his past as well. Bucciarati and Fugo were the only people who cared whether he lived or died. Maybe too much.

"Family should mean equal support," Abbacchio finally said as he tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper. "If that's what he wants to view this team as, then that's what he needs to understand."

Fugo didn't reply, simply shifted so Abbacchio could get out the door.

"Do you want me to let you know when dinner is ready?" the blond asked.

Abbacchio grunted. "Just save me something, I'll eat later."

He really just wanted to lie down right now. What you really want is a drink, his brain whispered, and while he couldn't deny that was a fact, he wasn't about to fall back into those habits again. He was three months sober and he planned to keep it that way.

Once in his room he kicked off his shoes and pants before climbing into bed with a groan, settling his elbow over his eyes. Breathing hurt, but he could feel the meds starting to kick in and should be able to sleep soon enough.

Honestly, he was ready for the day to all be forgotten.

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shesalewa · 1 year

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I am now at part 5 season 4.

SPOILERS (I think)

Episode 1-5

KOICHIIIIIII LETS GOOO.

... what. THIS GIORNO GUY IS DIO'S WHAT.

JOTARO LOOK YOUNGER AGAIN.

Did this Bruno guy just lick Giorno's sweat???

What???

GIORNO SAVED KOICHI YES SAVE THE BOY.

Aaaaaaand Giorno killed Polpo.

This narancia is stupid. Like me.

DID THIS ABBACHIO GUY JUST GIVE GIORNO PISS WATER!?

this dude is afraid of 4 he thinks it's bad luck lol who he? Asian?

#leone abbachio fanart #bruno buccellati #giorno giovanna #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #naranja #jjba fugo #fugo #jjba polpo

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Fireside

Leone Abbacchio x Gn!Reader

Warnings: sfw. mentions of violence and injury. pre vento aureo

Notes: how Abbacchio met his s/o + some relationship fluff

When Abbacchio heard that there was going to be a new member of Bucciarati's gang, he was less than thrilled.

Abbacchio hated when the group expanded. He hated the new faces, the new names to memorize, and how didn't know them yet. He had no way of knowing if they were reliable or not. He hated change. Every day for him was on repeat: get up, work for Bruno, drink himself to sleep. He was content with the way things were. He's never eager to see something change.

If you had any say in the matter, you would have never joined Passione. After a debt brought on by your family, you found yourself running out of options. It was join or die. You would be assigned to Bucciarati's gang after passing Polpo's test. The stand you gained wasn't strong enough for you to join the guard, or even the hitman team. For that, you often considered yourself lucky. Things could always be better; its them getting worse that worries you.

Passione was nothing like the old mafia movies you watched as a kid. You're not quite sure what you expected, but this was a lot worse.

Bruno was a decent leader- his teammates respected him and he only tried to kill you once. Compared to some of the others, you had it easy. Narancia and Mista warmed up to you rather quick. They were a bit hyper for your liking, but soon grew on you. Fugo took longer to come around, but eventually got used to you. When Abbacchio first laid eyes on you, he couldn't figure out why you were there. For as new as you were, you held your own pretty well. You weren't outright weak, but it was clear you had not been in the life for long. It was impressive, but not enough to say anything about it. Compared to the others, you were reserved. That didn't mean you were quiet. If the others got you going, you could be just as loud as them. Nobody was spared from your and Narancia's pranks. You grew into your stand. Bucciarati made the transition easier. They quickly became family; your annoying brothers and adoptive father.

Early on Abbacchio was a real prick.

Overall he was hostile and prickly. His personality was hard to get along with. In the beginning you kept your distance. You quickly became too consumed with work to worry about him, and pushed him to the back of your mind. Abbacchio gave you a week before you either broke down, or were killed. For him to respect a newer member, they had to prove themselves to the gang.

You lasted longer than he expected you to.

Over the year that you would work for Bucciarati, you had only been assigned on a handful of jobs with Abbacchio. Your conversations had been few, and only in passing. It pissed you off just a little bit. While you weren't the most personable either- at times you were outwardly hostile- you figured he'd have come around by now. With as aggressive as you could be, it shocked him just how easily you charmed the others. To him, it almost felt artificial; it was a skill bred from the need to survive in Passione's underground, not true charisma. He never failed to let you know that you hadn't proved yourself to him.

You two were only sent on the same assignment together because everyone else was busy. Despite your reservations about Abbacchio, there wasn't much you wouldn't do for Bruno. It was only one job. If it was that bad, you'd ask to not be partnered with him again.

Your job was to retrieve a dead drop, then return to the hideout. It wasn't anything high-stakes. Abbacchio sat the entire car ride in silence. It wasn't hard to tell when he was having a rough day. He was never the most talkative, but he always participated in whatever conversation the others were having- if only to insult them. Today he was quiet, which didn't seem like a good sign. If someone gave you an inch, you'd take a mile. Getting them to talk was a way to get the ball rolling. Any polite conversation you tried to have was shot down with a glare, so you quickly scrapped that idea. You figured he was hungover, and thought it best to leave him alone.

You suppose it was better than him complaining. There was only so much you could put up with.

It was really no fault of your own that things went wrong. Expect everything that can go wrong, to go wrong. The mission wasn't supposed to be high-stakes; there was no reason why another group would be after the dead drop. A rival gang spotted you and went for the package. Abbacchio took it and ran while you tried to hold them off for as long as possible.

As you were heading back to the car, you were cornered.

The kid couldn't have been much younger than you. He aimed a gun between you and Abbacchio, who was only a few feet behind you. He gives you two no time to respond, and only hesitates for a moment when he pulls the trigger.

He missed.

You still don't know how he missed, only taking a moment to thank whatever higher power that just saved your ass. That didn't stop your short life from flashing before your eyes. The bullet struck the ground just a few feet behind you, sending up a spray of dirt and rocks. Part of him couldn't believe that someone was willing to take a bullet for him. Really, you were just trying to protect the package, but it was probably better if he didn't know that.

On the trip back home he scolded you for being so reckless. Since the kid missed, you saw no issue in it. What he feels isn't a sense of pride, more than it is guilt.

He found you less annoying than he'd ever admit.

Whatever you did, it planted the seed of affection within him. Admittedly he was the last place to nurture feelings, and akin to planting flowers in a barren desert while refusing to water them, it didn't stop it from blooming.

There was a mutual respect between the two of you. The man was a mess, and rarely sober, but began to pick himself up a bit. This did not go unnoticed, though the others rarely mentioned it. You would go on to be assigned more jobs together. He was getting less and less vocal about how much he disliked you. While you didn't talk much, you spent a lot of time together. He often found your presence comforting. He'd grown to not only tolerate your company, but enjoy it. The two of you would never admit to being friends- he was too stubborn for that- but that's what you seemed to be.

On late nights he'd walk with you to your apartment. He claimed he didn't want you to get mugged, and that you lived in a bad part of town, but the act was dropped when you mentioned him being chivalrous. You would invite him in for a drink or two. While you didn't want to encourage his bad habits, he never said no to a glass of wine. He never said no to you. You'd had gotten used to being around him. The little spare time you had was spent with him- not doing anything in particular. It never had to be anything special, often times you just lounged around the hideout together.

One night he was out for a job later than usual.

He insisted on taking this one alone. Bruno raised an eyebrow to that, but made no comment on it. Abbacchio had been in a bad mood all day, and while they couldn't prove it was you, the others had the sneaking suspicion it was. You argued. Often. It was rarely serious. He showed his affection by bullying people. What he threw at you, you would send right back.

As much as you didn't like him going alone, you didn't fight it. Mostly out of spite.

By then the others had gone to bed- or gone home for the night. It was only you left at the hideout. On the few nights he'd go straight home, he'd shoot you a text. There wasn't any particular reason you stayed back for him. Maybe it was a gut feeling. It felt a bit childish to wait by the door. He was your partner and you weren't eager to see him sent back in a pine box. Unfortunately, he was important to you.

By the time the door opens, you're dozing off. You're on your feet the moment you hear it.

"You scared the hell out of me." You say.

"The front door. Scared you." He says.

"You scared me," dramatically you roll your eyes, "asshole. You always tell me when you'll be gone this late."

His heart races when you give him a once-over for injuries. While you don't touch him, the way your gaze travels over his body makes him a bit anxious. On his best days he doesn't want to be looked at, on his worst its unimaginable- he just doesn't want to be perceived. If he had any say in it, he wouldn't care about how you saw him. But you make him worry about how others view him.

"This isn't your blood I hope." You say.

Slowly he nods.

You motion for him to sit, before grabbing the first-aid kit from the other room. The wound looks better when all the blood is cleaned away, and doesn't appear to need stitches. Gently you set your hand on his. It's rather cold. When he doesn't pull away- or show any sign of discomfort- you wrap your arms around his neck.

"What are you-"

"Just let me have this." You say. "We don't have to talk about it ever again."

His arms awkwardly wrap around you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He can't remember the last time someone has held him like this. The smell of your shampoo is comforting. His heartbeat drops for a second before picking up in pace.

"I was worried about you." You say.

No matter how many times he goes over it in his head, he still doesn't believe it. It's not that he doesn't feel the same way- he's head-over-heels for you- but he's in denial about it.

"I love you."

It's under your breath, and so quiet that he almost has to do a double take.

"Say it again..." He says.

"I love you."

He doesn't believe it, but he's so content in your arms he won't question it. He could die happy in this moment.

It would take the others weeks to realize you two were dating.

To their credit, it was sooner than you expected. Not much changed when you made things official. Abbacchio wasn't a fan of pda. They were only tipped off because of Narancia. The prank was harmless- he did that sort of thing all the time- but god it pissed Abbacchio off. Nobody had seen him that mad in years. When you told him to calm down, and that it didn't bother you, he sat in the corner to brood.

You moved in together not long after that. The change felt natural, and took little effort from either of you. It was easy to settle into a routine with him, seeing as you spent so much time at his apartment anyway. Abbacchio always woke up first, although he stayed in bed until you woke up. He's not sentimental- nor will he ever admit to be- but he never passed up the opportunity to watch you while you were so at peace. His nightmares existed long before Passione. He rarely slept, and usually got four hours on a good night. Sleeping next to you helped.

On the rare days off you had together, you spent your time lounging around your apartment. When he was sober, he was a decent cook, and often made dinner for the two of you. He preferred dates at home, over going out in public. He'd bring you coffee while the two of you would watch Italian soap operas. If he was feeling particularly soft, he'd let you braid his hair. Physical touch was something he was still getting used to. It's not that he didn't like it; it was unfamiliar to him and that made him uncomfortable. If it made you happy, he'd try it, even if he personally didn't see the appeal.

He often finds himself thinking about the future. Before it never seemed too bright. Thinking about his past is an almost immediate slope into self loathing. He wasn't all better, but he was healing. Both you and Bruno made sure of that. There wasn't much that he wouldn't do for you.

Every day he wakes up slightly more in love than the last.

#jjba #jjba part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #jjba x reader #abbacchio x reader

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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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“i’ve never seen you in a sweatshirt before”

Summary: Bruno is the epitome of elegance and grace. Always dressed to the nines, hair always perfectly styled. One night, while you’re thinking about just how bad you have it for him, you see him in a sweatshirt for the very first time.

Author’s Note: This is entirely self-indulgent! I just think it’s cute to think about Bruno and company in comfy clothes for once. Enjoy!

Bruno Bucciarati was a man of elegance, grace, and calculated intelligence. You often envied his capacity for compassion, well, as much as one could offer as a mafioso. He was sweet, criminal activity be damned.

You were drawn to him as soon as you first met him. Kind, understanding, and welcoming all when you needed it the most. You were down on your luck back then, coaxed into a criminal lifestyle with the promise of a famiglia, of something to call your own.

It was strange, really, to reflect on your experiences with your friends. You’d complied with Polpo’s orders, betrayed the boss, and fell into stride with Giorno’s new leadership in an eight day whirlwind of anxiety and enemies. Months later, it seemed that everything had slipped into some semblance of normalcy.

You were resting in bed, your window thrown open to allow the cool, Italian breeze to drift through your curtains. You felt like you hadn’t seen Bruno in weeks, him being so wrapped up in working alongside Giorno that you’d barely been able to even speak to him. The thought made you frown. Against your better judgment, you harbored much more than friendship in your heart for the black-haired mafioso, all the while knowing that he’d never view you in the same way. You shifted your gaze to the ceiling, falling back against your bed as your book laid forgotten in your lap.

He was just so handsome, not to mention calming to be around. Could you really be blamed for missing him? For developing feelings for him? You thought not.

Groaning, you tried to get your mind away from him, to put your brain to use for something other than picturing his laugh or the way he smiled.

“It’s hopeless,” you spoke aloud, “I’m doomed.”

Losing yourself in your thoughts as you traced invisible patterns on your ceiling, you started to drift to sleep.

CRASH!

You shot awake, shifting over to glance at your clock.

For the love of God.

3:00 AM.

With a groan, you opted to at least go down and take a look. If it was one of the guys, then no harm done and you could go back to sleep. If it was someone else… Well, you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

On your way down, another noise sounded from the kitchen followed by frantic shushing, emphasized by the silence that the night brought to the house.

Rounding the corner, you rolled your eyes as they landed on Mista, hunched in front of the fridge like a little rat. To make the situation all the more ridiculous, you caught Narancia scurrying over to fling the pantry door open as well.

“Uhhh, hey guys,” you greeted, leaning against the doorway.

The pair looked over at you as if you’d just caught a couple of raccoons in your garbage can.

“I told you we’d wake someone up, you dipshit,” Narancia hissed at him, reaching over to try and smack at Mista’s shoulder.

Mista reacted almost immediately, scowl highlighted by the soft light of the fridge, “Shut up! You were the one dropping shit.”

“What are you doing up anyway?” You asked, moving to take a seat at the kitchen table.

“Playing video games.”

The reply was brief and in unison as the boys dug around for the food they wanted.

You let out a noise of vague approval, nodding your head despite knowing neither of them were looking at you. The room fell into relative silence, marked by the sounds of bags and containers being moved around. Before long, another set of soft footsteps came from the hallway.

“No,” Narancia whined, “if that’s Fugo, I’m dead.”

“What’s with all the noise?”

The light was flicked on.

It was most certainly not Fugo.

Bruno loomed in the doorway, face slightly rosy and decorated with faint lines. From his pillow, you thought. His usually immaculately styled hair was ruffled, gold clips nowhere to be seen. What struck you, though, was his sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt was light grey, a little too big to the point that the sleeves hung loosely over his hands, and it looked soft to boot. Wow, you thought, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

In the entire time that you’d known him, you’d never seen Bruno in anything other than his favorite white suit. A combination of him having a habit of working late most nights and you disappearing into your room to unwind before bed. Now, to see him with that sleepy look on his face in one of the comfiest sweatshirts you’d ever laid eyes on? God help you. You fell deeper in love, if that was even possible.

“Mista and I were hungry,” Narancia spoke up first.

“They woke me up.”

You were surprised you could even speak. Your face suddenly felt far too hot and you had to force yourself to peel your eyes away from Bruno’s form.

His eyes shifted away from Mista and Narancia to smile softly at you, “Ah, I see. Well, please keep it down. You two are lucky it was just us.”

He let out a chuckle as he gestured between you and himself, clearly thinking about how much worse the situation would have been had Abbacchio or Fugo stormed down the stairs and started raging in the kitchen.

Mista let out a loud breath, “You’re telling us. Sorry, Bucciarati.”

With a shake of his head, Bruno held up a hand, waving off the situation altogether, “No need, just try to be quiet.”

His eyes moved over to you, “Heading back upstairs?”

You had to blink a few times before you could muster a quiet, “Oh uh yeah,” in response.

He waited for you to push the chair back in and make your way over to him before turning to climb the stairs, bidding the two rats in the kitchen a quiet goodnight. You said the same as you followed behind him.

Your words got caught in your throat as you stopped in front of your own bedroom door, eyes following Bruno as he continued down the hallway.

He looked back at you, shooting you a look of utter displeasure, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To bed?”

“Come sit up with me, if you’re not too tired,” he offered, holding an arm out with a flourish as he opened his bedroom door.

How could you say no to that?

You padded down the hall, entering Bruno’s bedroom and standing to one side as he followed you in.

“You can sit, you know. I don’t bite.”

You reluctantly plopped yourself down, teetering dangerously close to the side of his bed to make sure you kept your distance.

“Come here. What did I just say?”

His voice was all teasing, words marked by a low chuckle as he furiously patted the spot right next to him. You end up sitting shoulder to shoulder against the headboard, so close that all you could focus on was him.

You had it bad.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while. I’m sorry I’ve been busy,” He started, leaning his head back against the wall.

You found yourself smiling before you could stop it, easily slipping into conversation with him despite your nerves, “It’s alright. I get it.”

“Mm, but still.”

There’s something he’s not saying, a dual meaning hanging in the air. For fear of getting your hopes up, you desperately tried to explain it away as you played with your fingers.

“Don’t apologize.”

He began to ask about what you’d been up to in his absence, eager to listen to you regardless of the sleep he’d lose in doing so. You indulged him, as you always did, telling him about the new book you’d been reading and the day out you’d had with Trish a few days earlier.

“I missed you, though.” You offered in conclusion, wrapping up your little report with a small smile.

“Really?” He asked, looking over at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Heh, yeah. I know, it’s kinda dumb.”

“No no,” he was quick to say, “I missed you too.”

You nodded as the room fell into a weird silence. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it was nowhere near comfortable either.

“I’ve never seen you in a sweatshirt before.” You decided to say, eager to dispel the strange energy in the room.

“Really?” Came his immediate, incredulous answer.

“Yeah,” you stressed, letting out a playful giggle at his tone of voice, “Never.”

“Huh. I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess you’re right. Do you like it?”

The words came out before you could stop them, “It’s kinda strange honestly… Not in a bad way! It’s cute, don’t get me wrong! I’m just not used to it!”

You snapped your mouth shut as you realized you’d really just called him cute, and to his face no less.

“Cute?” you could practically hear the smile in his voice, “I like the sound of that.”

“I didn’t mean-” You frantically attempted to save face.

Bruno’s laugh interrupted you, effectively shutting you up, “Hey, it’s alright. Thank you.”

You glanced over at him to find him already looking at you, a stupid smile on his face.

“Don’t-” you sighed, embarrassment heating up your face, “Don’t look at me like that.”

His smile only seemed to widen, making your heart thump erratically in your chest, “And you’re calling me cute? You really are something else.”

“What are you-”

He reached up, taking your face in his hands, the softest look you’d ever seen gracing his features, “I think you know what I mean tesoro, you must.”

He sounded desperate, eyes glistening in the moonlight.

You would willingly drown in his eyes from this distance, feeling like a sailor adrift at sea falling prey to an alluring siren song, gripping your very soul to pull you in closer.

He kissed you before your mind could even catch up, completely hypnotizing you with the softness of his lips, the warmth of his hands. You lifted a hand to his chest, fisting at his sweatshirt to drag him even further toward you.

You both pulled away, breathless and warm, refusing to let go of one another. He nuzzled his nose against yours, so close that you could feel his smile, “I love you.”

You’re still breathless, your hand on his sweatshirt and his breath on your face the only things keeping you grounded, “I love you too, Bruno.”

He kissed you again, short and sweet. A simple peck before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours, face still gently held in his hands.

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati imagine #bruno bucciarati imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine

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blitzturtles · 3 years

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Title: It Goes Like This (It Starts Like This Universe)

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Vento Aureo

Pairing(s): BruAbba

Summary: Abbacchio isn’t a morning person. Never has been. He prefers the comfort that comes with a blanket of darkness to the bright hours of the early morning. There’s less eyes. Less people. Less performance. Unfortunately, he’s gone and fallen in love with a man that believes that the day begins before the sun has even broken the horizon.

Notes: This is for the first place to my 300 Follower Giveaway! @bucciaratisfishmarket requested BruAbba set in my It Starts Like This verse with some disabled slice of life/morning routine. Ngl, I was super excited to get to do something in this verse, so thank you!

Thank you to everyone that followed and participated, and a special thanks to @bucciaratisfishmarket! I hope you like your fic!

Additional Notes: Also, the pill organizer described in the fic can be found on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1022344896/boneyard-real-bones-weekly-7-day-pill It's cool and beautiful, and I probably don't do it justice. Definitely go check it out!

Abbacchio isn’t a morning person. Never has been. He prefers the comfort that comes with a blanket of darkness to the bright hours of the early morning. There’s less eyes. Less people. Less performance. Unfortunately, he’s gone and fallen in love with a man that believes that the day begins before the sun has even broken the horizon. It’s leftover from Bruno’s days helping his father with the boat, and, later, his days running Polpo’s errands. Chasing people down for money and answers. What comfort Abbacchio can find in the night, Bruno can find just fine in the light hours of the morning.

Fortunately for both of them, Abbacchio is more than capable of running on a schedule, of waking up at the same time everyday and forcing his mind and body into cooperation. He did it for years for school and then the academy. It’s nothing he isn’t used to, and he’s happiest when Bruno is happy, no matter what that entails, which is how he finds himself waking up to Bruno’s second alarm before the man can snooze it again.

The thing about Bruno’s new medication—a pill large in size and equally ridiculous in the length of its name—is that it makes it damn near impossible for him to get going in the morning the way he used to. Before, Bruno practically operated on his own internal clock. Waking up before his alarm had even gone off and fetching them both their first cup of caffeine; it used to be the thing that made greeting the day a bit more tolerable.

Now, Bruno snoozes. Alarm after alarm, until they run out. He’s tried music, absurd volumes, and even relocating the damned clock halfway across the room. None of it helps, so Leone compensates. He wakes up around the second or third alarm, turns the rest off, and kisses Bruno’s cheek before he rolls out of bed.

Sometimes there’s a quiet plea, “five more minutes”, that endears Abbacchio so completely that his mood settles, not nearly as bitchy as he could be upon reaching the kitchen and finding someone else already there.

“Why are you awake?” Okay, so. Still bitchy. But he doesn’t sneer his words quite as bad.

Narancia, for his part, looks completely startled by the prospect of someone else existing at such an ungodly hour, but he manages to avoid outright screaming. That’s a plus. Abbacchio isn’t sure his head could take it this early. “What are you doing?”

“I asked first.”

Narancia narrows his eyes, but he caves within seconds. “I got a test in like two hours, and Fugo’s gonna kill me if I don’t pass.”

Abbacchio snorts at the idea, “Yeah, he will.”

“Not helping!”

“Never said I planned to,” Abbacchio points out as he starts rummaging through the cabinets for two mugs. He sets them on the counter and gets to work brewing their coffee. Decaf these days, for Bruno’s sake. Abbacchio could keep drinking his usual, but he takes solace in the bitter taste of his coffee instead. It seems kinder that way, especially when he knows how much Bruno’s been struggling without caffeine.

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m always awake this early,” next is breakfast, which is easier said than done. It’s rare that Abbacchio wakes up with a stomach for anything. Too many years of skipping breakfast in favor of a bottle did a number on him, but it’s not optional anymore. Neither one of them will be able to keep their meds down without something to eat, so he picks through the refrigerator until he comes up with fruit and yogurt as his best solution.

“Really?” Narancia asks, wrinkling his nose, “Why?”

“Ask Bruno,” Abbacchio says, dismissive. He’s really not in the mood to talk to people that aren’t currently snoozing in his bed.

“You’re not much fun in the morning.”

“Am I ever?”

“Touché.”

Abbacchio snorts. He should be offended, but he knows the kid is being a smartass. It’s his own fault for setting himself up. “Why don’t you go bother Fugo? I’m sure he’ll be happy to help you study.”

“Have you ever tried waking Fugo up?”

“No, can’t say that I have.” That’s always been Bruno’s job, assuming that Fugo hadn’t already woken up on his own.

“It’s too early to get stabbed.”

“Touché.”

They go back and forth for a while longer. At least until Abbacchio’s patience runs out, and he’s finished putting breakfast together. He dismisses himself with little warning and doesn’t feel the least bit guilty when the kid looks a little startled by the abruptness of his departure. He has things to get done for the day, and those things don’t necessarily include being part of Narancia’s obvious effort to procrastinate.

“Bruno,” Abbacchio calls when he steps back into their room after Moody opens the door for him. “Your five minutes are up.”

“Five more?” Bruno asks, voice muffled. His head is barely visible with only a tuft of hair sticking out from a pile of blankets. It’s cute, and Abbacchio is a complete sucker for giving in.

“Last one, tesoro,” Abbacchio warns as he sets Bruno’s cup and food down on the bedside table.

There’s a muffled reply that might be a quiet thanks, though it’s almost impossible to tell with the way Bruno pulls the blankets even tighter around himself.

Abbacchio rummages through the drawer of his nightstand until he finds what he’s looking for before taking up a spot at the end of the bed with his food and drink in hand. He sips at the decaf slowly, wrinkling his nose at the first taste. God, he misses caffeine. As expected, he doesn’t feel much better about his first bite of homemade parfait (and he can almost hear Polnareff’s protest at his calling it that). The rest goes down about the same, but the motion is mechanical at that point. One bite after the other with the occasional sip from his mug to wash it all down until everything is gone.

Abbacchio sets the dishes on the floor and reaches for the pill organizer sitting on the bed beside him. He absently runs his fingers over the lid, where small bones have been set in resin. He can still remember the first time he saw it. The black shine had caught his eye first, but, on closer examination, the thing that had convinced him to buy the organizer had been the mouse bones, delicately placed and striking against the background.

What he hadn’t realized then is that the little organizer would a significant adjustment to his daily routine. Having a week’s worth of medication in one place, already sectioned in dosed amounts, had significantly increased his medication compliance. Oddly enough, it’s had a rather hefty impact on his overall mental health. Now, when anti-inflammatories and bronchodilators and steroids are part of his daily regiment as much as his SSRI’s, it’s even more vital for him to consistently get his meds in. Otherwise, the consequences tend to be pneumonia and an unwanted hospital trip with a round of antibiotics and even stronger steroids. And that’s to say nothing of what happens when he’s running low on serotonin.

He’s caught up in his own thoughts when Bruno hooks his chin over his shoulder and peers down at the little organizer.

“I never did ask you if those are real,” Bruno muses quietly.

“I thought you were taking five more.”

“‘m awake,” Bruno answers, clearly half-asleep.

Abbacchio huffs a soft, amused laugh. He turns his head to press a kiss to the side of Bruno’s nose. “Sure you are, amore.”

“I am.”

“M’hm,” Abbacchio smiles, reflecting the expression on Bruno’s face, though his is notably less sleep-depressed. Bruno looks a lot like a light gust of wind might knock him out, and it’s so damn endearing that Abbacchio can barely handle it. Instead, he looks back down at the pill organizer and answers Bruno’s earlier question, “They are. Real, I mean.”

“They’re lovely,” Bruno says, and he means it. Odd as some might find Abbacchio’s taste, Bruno has always found beauty in it. “Perhaps I should get one.”

“Might be a good idea.” It would be easier to see if Bruno ever missed a dose, and it would certainly be easier to avoid that disaster all together. “There are other options. You could go with something—oceanic, maybe?”

Bruno hums at the thought. “I think I’d like that.”

“I’ll keep an eye out,” by which Abbacchio means that he’ll actively go looking for one. Anything to make Bruno’s life a touch easier.

“Oh, you brought breakfast,” Bruno says, moving away from Abbacchio to peer curiously at the morning’s offerings. “You’re entirely too kind.”

Abbacchio huffs a laugh at that, “For all that you’ve done for us? Hardly.” He pops open the side hatch of his organizer and dumps the day’s pills into his hand. Abbacchio pulls a face at the number of them and looks down at his mug. Right, he had meant to save a sip.

“Here,” Bruno offers his own with a smile. “We’ll get more in a bit.”

“If you’re sure...” Abbacchio could always go get his own, but he has a feeling that doing so will result in more small talk, and he’s not quite up for that yet.

“I am,” Bruno reassures him before taking up the bowl of yogurt and fruit in absence of his coffee. “Just leave enough for me to take mine.”

#bruabba #abbabru #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba part 5 #part 5 #blitzwrites #blitz #fic: islt #fic: iglt

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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Favourite baking recipes?

#thanks for asking! x

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c-c-cherry · 4 years

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I got it, what stuffies do the bucci gang members have?? Cause no matter WHAT they say, each of them has a comfort stuffy

Hell yeah Bucci gang comfort stuffies Bucci gang comfort stuffies (because even our boys in Passione have at least one)

Go give @jjadegreen a follow because her thoughts make up 99.9% of the head canons I post!!!

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Giorno

-Our boy’s got one medium sized plush ladybug. Narancia definitely gave it to him (he probably got it when he was sick or something just like what happened in The Unknown!)

-It was definitely the first stuffy he’d ever owned and he had no idea why they were giving it to him at first

-He has this external mindset that toys are for children but he literally loves this thing so much

-He’s too ashamed to tell anyone even though Narancia practically has a collection and he knows no one is gonna judge him for it

-It usually sits on a shelf but when Giorno has tough nights he hugs it to comfort himself and fall asleep

-It’s extremely well-kept because it’s Giorno's first stuffed animal. He adores it

-On one of his worse nights, Narancia walks in on him curled up under his blankets just—full-on crying into this poor ladybug. He skeets out of the room real quick and Giorno thought he’d completely fucked up and starts freaking out a bit only to see Nara run back in with more than an armful of stuffies and just dumps them all onto his bed

-They eat chocolate and take the best nap ever. This becomes a nice little weekly routine for the boys where the two of them can just sit and spill all their secrets and all that bro shit

-When Bruno catches wind of this via Narancia, he makes sure that they all give him a new plushie for his birthday

-Giorno acts like he could care less about it and politely thanks them, but Narancia gives Bruno all these little updates about how much Giorno loves every single one of them :’)

Bruno

-Surprisingly? Beanie baby collection

- He started collecting when he was a kid and paused the collection for the beginning of his time in Passione but started it up again about 3 years ago

-Beanie baby attic? Beanie baby attic

-When Fugo first moved in with him and just saw like—a room full of beanie babies he had no idea what to think but it's become a ritual at this point for each new member of the bucci gang to stare longingly at the vast collection when they first move in with them

- None of the beanie babies are exceptionally rare but he takes very good care of each and every one (like a good parent should)

- Although he doesn’t really have favourites, he does have a certain attachment to Smoochy the Frog because it was a gift from Leone (who begrudgingly denies that he has anything to do with the frog whenever one of them asks about it)

-What he DIDN’T know was that Polpo had a massive one. Like, a huge one because he was Polpo and of course he did

-Once he inherits all of Polpo’s shit he’s handed like, a million beanie babies and he is overjoyed

-He still keeps his own special collection separate from those ones, though. Because that shit’s special

Narancia

-Enormous plushie collection. Seriously.

-He cuddles with a different one each night like a devoted bro

-He has super tiny ones and huge ones that are bigger than him and a whole variety of them and they’re just fucking everywhere all over his room

-He can literally nap anywhere thanks to vast amount of comfiness in his room now

-They all have names which no one else can seem to remember other than Bruno.

-He always has special ones on hand specifically for lending out to the others (usually Giorno or Fugo) whenever one of them gets sad or overwhelmed

-Whenever he gets a new one he always asks everyone for name ideas (Mista is the best at coming up with names)

-Whenever one of his old animal plushies gets too old/can barely even function as a toy anymore, Giorno will turn it into an actual animal for him so it can still live on in a way :)))

-His favourite is a dirty, crusty, old plush lamb named Pecorey that he got from his mother when he was 2. When I tell you this thing is crusty, it’s CRUSTY

-But it’s very dear to his heart so it doesn’t matter ;-;

-Bruno has tried to clean her a few times but it seems like the grime will never come off. Narancia thinks the dirt gives her personality though.

Abbacchio

-Refuses to admit he has any plushies

-He has 2. One teddy bear he found at a garage sale that had Bruno’s hairstyle, so obviously he bought it.

-The second one is a tiny plushie that Narancia made by hand. Yes, the plushie also looks like Bruno. Abbacchio claimed it was ugly when narancia made it but he takes very good care of the tiny Bruno.

-Will not bring them out of his closet under any circumstances. Even when he’s sad ;(

-He helps Bruno dust off his beanie babies, even though he swears that he hates doing it

Mista

-His plushie is... can you even call it a plushie?

-It’s a teddy bear he got as a baby, but mista never took good care of it so it’s just.... a stuffingless husk. Just skin.

-Mista claims the bear is named Cattivo but the rest of Team Bucciarati usually refers to the bear as ‘it’. Abbacchio keeps trying to throw it out but he always fails.

-They always wonder why Mista still keeps it around and one night they find out that his eldest sister found him after he came out of jail and gave it to him and it's the only item that he has left that stuff connects him to his family (and also the last time he saw his sister)

-They start calling the bear Cattivo after that

-It sits on his bookshelf and he puts it next to his pillow when he gets sad

Fugo

-Has no plushies of his own, though he used to have hundreds back when he lived surrounded by wealth

-When he turned seven, his parents took away all toys that he owned and replaced them with books and school supplies, telling him that he’s fated to do well in academics and doesn’t need any distractions

-He still has it drilled into his head that he doesn’t need them or doesn’t deserve them and makes it clear to everybody that he doesn’t want any (even though he kinda does)

-He does frequently steal plushies from Narancia though

-He always returns them in the end because he just ends up feeling bad for wanting one but Narancia doesn’t mind.

-He usually takes this one huge dragon that’s big enough to hug with his entire body. While fugo will never admit it to his team, he really likes affection with those that he trusts, so having a huge plush (even if he’s just borrowing it) to hug is nice.

Trish

-Collects those tiny Japanese plushies which are like... food, drinks, etc,,but with those cute little eyes.

-She buys like, 4 of them a week.

-Her favourite changes almost daily, usually just whichever one she bought most recently :)

-Fugo and Giorno don’t really see the appeal in food with faces, but Mista and Narancia LOVE Trish’s collection

-If she orders one she ends up not liking, she gives it to Narancia for his collection (and sometimes Mista if he begs hard enough)

- Trish has an entire LED display wall in her room for her collection. Her impulse buying of these plushies knows no bounds. She tries to save up for huge ones but she ends up buying a bunch of small ones on impulse.

-Bruno did get her a few huge ones for her birthday, though!

-Whenever Abbacchio is out shopping and runs into one of them that she doesn’t have, he kind of just,,,sneakily buys it and puts it on her bed while she’s not there for her to find later

-She has no idea who keeps gifting her these blessings, but she has a feeling that its him hehehe

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I still have this cat stuffy in my room that Jade got me when I was 3 or 4 (but she was like 2 when she “gave” it to me so it was more like our mom bought it lmao) and I named it Kitty because I was super original. When I was 5, I lost it once and refused to sleep for days without it so my parents “found it” which really meant they went and bought me a second one and right after that WE ACTUALLY FUCKING FOUND IT LMAO

But like 6 months later my parents split and now I have one at each of their houses so it works! No Kitty is more superior than the other, I love my children equally😌😌

Listen, I know all y’all have at least ONE toy/item/memento somewhere, even if you haven’t seen it or thought about it in years. And I wanna know what it is.

#ask-c-c-cherry #headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #bucci gang #jojo's bizzare adventure golden wind #jjba #toys #plushies #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #trish una #giorno giovanna #guido mista #narancia ghirga

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tgunn64 · 2 years

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Jojo for the fandom ask!

who i will protect at all costs: Trish, I'm glad she was spared the carnage that befell the Part 5 boys.

who deserves better: Narancia. Sleep well, sweet prince.

who was killed off too early: Polpo, I think a powerful gangster trapped in prison would've been an effective, overarching antagonist and he was kinda wasted.

who i used to hate but now i love: Jotaro, I thought he was a jackass in part 3 but he's really grown on me.

who i used to love but now i hate: I don't HATE him by any means but Josuke was once a top tier Jojo and has just been repeatedly upstaged honestly.

who needs to be killed off asap: I like the Part 6 villains of the week way more than Pucci so far and I get kinda bored when he interferes.

who is unfairly hated: Abacchio. Mom is allowed to be grumpy.

who is unfairly loved: Kars. I think he genuinely just sucks as a villain.

who needs to sort out their priorities: N/A

who needs a hug: Guido Mista. He's been through a lot.

who needs to get out of their current relationship: N/A

who the writers love: I mean Araki has said Josuke is his favorite.

who needs a better storyline: Girono, all the fixfic of him saving Joleyne is fire.

who has an amazing redemption arc: Caesar I suppose!

who is hot af: Lisa Lisa <3

who belongs in jail: Really all of them

who needs to be revived from the dead: Ghiaccio for me and me alone.

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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I was watching a video when suddenly an idea beaned me over the head so Crack Au time-

so what if Giorno wasn't fast enough to save Koichi and he got stabbed a second time by Black Sabbath

and because I do think at this point in his character development Koichi would have the mental strength to handle this and given the fact that the Arrow stabs Echoes........ I think this means that Koichi would accidentally get a Requiem Stand

but yeah, Giorno freaks out a bit because Oh Fuck Oh Shit Two People Got Caught In The Crossfire And It's My Fault He's Even Here-

so he still deals with Black Sabbath....... but by the time the fight is over with and he goes to check Koichi's body....... the wound is fully healed. There's still a scar remaining where he had been stabbed, but it looks months old, not minutes

and after a quick check for a pulse, he ends up dragging Koichi's Apparently Not Dead Body to his dorm so he can come up with a plan because he's still under the impression Polpo knows what just happened and is completely oblivious to the fact that the arrow is magic

and Koichi does eventually wake up! His voice is a tad shot (heh puns) so he downs a whole glass of water to try and make it less painful, and Giorno finally gets an explanation for all this magic bullshit going on. He's incredibly glad what happened here wouldn't get out to Polpo and that Koichi seems to be miraculously almost unharmed despite the ordeal

........but then Koichi notices something different about Echoes. The Stand had a strange feeling to it, like the connection between the two of them wasn't...... right. It was like the subtle differences of when Echoes had evolved Acts but amplified to a glaring degree

and what he summons....... isn't Echoes. Not Act 3, or any of the other Acts at least. The shapes, size, even the colors are all wrong. It's not his Stand and yet it is

Act 3 is..... honestly not very happy with this turn of events, if it's being honest. It was perfectly happy with the Acts he had thank you very much and really isn't a fan of how he's now stuck in this new form. Plus...... becoming a Requiem Stand was far from painless

and of course that's not even touching to fun that's going to come with the Kira Comparisons and the possible new power Echoes has

but eventually and unfortunately Giorno does have to go and finish his test. He does ask to keep in touch, if only so he could know how Echoes is doing and that he's adjusting. So Koichi gives him his phone number but also says he can call if anything happens and he needs back up

and who could've possibly guessed, things happen and Giorno needs back up

I have....... some ideas of how Echoes Requiem could be. At the bare minimum I want it to be similar to GER in how he keeps all his previous abilities, but as for the Requiem one...... to go with the word theme of Echoes, maybe some kind of "words bends reality" type shtick. What he says becomes reality, or can even over write it should he so choose. Maybe his words can influence people too, controlling them completely beyond their choice

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occasionalsnippets · 3 years

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Escapism AU (Don! MC) Info

Here’s the AU of Escapism AU where (Y/n) becomes Don. I’ll probably refer to this AU as Don MC AU. Originally, if I were to write this, it would just be a really long one shot chapter. I might go into more specific details for certain scenes a different time?

Escapism AU M. List

Basically, time is reset to the end of 2000 or beginning of 2001 and mc decides that the easiest (and coincidently the hardest) way to save everyone would be to kill Diavolo

In the process, accidentally becoming the Don of Passione

She ends up saving Gelato and Sorbet from Cioccolata and drops them off at the La Squadra, leaving a probably cryptic message that she would be back later

She meets Polneraff somewhere along the line

Mc kills Diavolo roughly one to two weeks before the events of Vento Aureo

Thus, taking over the role of Don since she can’t leave a power vaccum within Passione

It’s hilariously easy to pose as the Don since no one knew what Diavolo looked like

The only thing is that now, she has to deal with paperwork and running the mafia

She goes back to La Squadra to negotiate actual pay

You’d think Diavolo would pay them more for literally being assassins but I guess not

Mc compiles a hitlist, gathers necessary paperwork, and begins overturning the mafia

She’s gotta clean out the streets of Italy

She kills some people for the benefit of the gang and because they were opposing them

Also, the drug trade

Mc cuts off the drug trade about three days into the Bucci gang’s mission to deliver Trish which I’ll get to later

So, a good amount of people who are involved with the drug trade are also going on the hitlist

Don mc crossdresses when she’s on any sort of buisness mostly because it’s 2001 and sexism

At least she doesn’t dress like a stripper

She also does that thing where she pushes her bangs back? You know, that thing

Her capos are kinda simps

On the topic of canon, mc met Trish prior to the events of Vento Aureo and her killing Diavolo briefly

Trish was probably asking for directions to somewhere and mc happened to be there

It’s more of a chance meeting than anything else but mc does say “If you have any problems, feel free to tell me”

That happens, Diavolo finds of Trish’s existence, and she gets guarded by Pericolo

Mc then kills Diavolo and takes the position of Don

Then, she realizes that she probably still has to get the Bucci gang to deliver Trish

Mc has a few encounters with the Bucci gang before canon but it’s mostly just chance encounters and lots of deja vu on the part of the gang

Mc looks familliar but there was no way they could have met her before, right?

Giorno joins the gang much the same way as canon

Mc doesn’t care much for the fact that he killed Polpo since she needed an excuse to promote Bruno anyways

Leaky eye Luca is alive surprisingly

The encounter of Sale and Zucchero still happen because even if mc could have prevented it, she still thinks it would be a good experience for Giorno for whatever reason

The Bucci gang collect the 10 billion lire and get Trish

Mc likely told Pericolo that due to some miscommunication, Trish isn’t the boss’s (her) daughter but Pericolo forgot to tell the Bucci gang that which leads to a misunderstanding later down the line

This time, mc gets La Squadra to help guard her too since they aren’t traitors

They go largely the same route as last time with significantly less conflict than the first time around but this time La Squadra and Bucci gang get to hang out

Mc is still renovating the inner workings of Passione at this point

On the third day of the mission, mc, of course, cuts off the drug trade which gives Giorno and Bruno a “oh sh*t” moment

Throughout the mission, mc does show up from time to time just sort of exploring Italy and meeting a few of the members though they aren’t aware she’s the don either because they don’t or she’s not crossdressing

Bruno delivers Trish to mc at the same place as canon but she isn’t planning on killing Trish of course

There isn’t a betrayal and mc finally meets Bruno face to face with him aware that she’s the don

Things happen and Giorno and Bruno are kinda like “guess we don’t have to betray the boss”

There’s always a vague awareness that mc looks way too young to be running the entire damned mafia but no one bothers to check how old she is until someone asks

Afterwards, it’s mostly just shenanigans that I haven’t fully fleshed out yet

Definitely, the one shot would be written starting with outsider POV (the characters) before getting around to mc’s side of the story

It’s definitely implied but not exactly stated outright that this timeline isn’t the first or second one (aka regular Escapism AU)

Mc has gone on this journey before and lost more than she should have

Sometimes the gang have hazy yet strangely clear dreams of certain events that they know have never happened before but somehow feel so real

And in them, there’s a girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes

This concludes my main ideas for don!mc

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