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webofpassione · 1 year

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Pannacotta

Fugo x Reader

Content Warnings: Referenced Polygamy

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Everything on the dessert menu called out to you in small whispers, tempting your attention away from the others in brief increments. Tiramasu, ice cream, cannoli… you found yourself increasingly hungry but with no actual decision made.

You sighed dramatically and glanced up from the menu, offering an apologetic smile to the waiter at your indecisiveness. Fugo gave you a curious look and an idea popped into your head.

“La panna cotta alle fragola, per favore.”

Fugo rolled his eyes as the waiter took your menus. “I thought you’d grown bored of that joke.”

“It’s not a joke. I just feel like some panna cotta.”

He ran a finger around the rim of his glass, violet eyes turned plum in the dim lighting. “Really? Because you’ve been talking about nothing but gelato for almost three days now.”

“Maybe I changed my mind. Or maybe I didn’t want gelato, I just wanted to nag Mista into replacing the tub the Pistols ate.” You’d been unimpressed with them for that and all they’d done was laugh and ask why it was bad to share with them.

Though the last thing you’d expected Fugo to do was take your nagging seriously.

“It’s a shame, their gelato is fairly good.”

Your eyes crinkled at your smile. “Aw, thank you so much. At least you ordered some so maybe I can steal it off your plate.”

“No.”

“I’ll trade you some panna cotta even if it is cannibalism.”

“You must stop stealing jokes from Narancia before you begin devolving into him.”

You laughed a little loudly and glanced around to ensure nobody glared at you for it. Thankfully, the only other table that had been occupied upon your entrance had made their way out, leaving your couple alone in the sweet little restaurant.

Through the windows, the ocean fell against a dark shore – playing a melody alongside the soft songs drifting through the speakers.

“I love how sweet this place is,” you mused. “It’s so quaint.”

“Ironically, it’s one Mista dragged me to with an idea of ‘trying new things’ but he’s got a strange talent at finding small restaurants.”

“Maybe that’s what the Pistols are meant to do and kicking bullets is a secondary hobby.”

Fugo tilted his head to the side and sipped at his drink. “If that were true, it would make them a little less useless.”

You held a hand to your heart in mock offense for the small creatures. Fugo didn’t mean it with true harshness though they had been making annoyances of themselves of late by refusing to eat and getting into bad moods from it. You wondered if it had caused or been caused by the strange mood Mista was in.

But rather than thinking of why the Pistols had grown uncooperative as of late, you focused more on the desserts being placed before you.

Your panna cotta was adorable, set out with coulis and strawberries decorating the plate. You popped one into your mouth and almost immediately regretted it, eyes watering from the bitterness.

“Something wrong?”

You shook your head. “Strawberries aren’t really the sweetest.”

“That’s your fault for buying them out of season.”

With a sigh, you snuck your spoon forward to steal some of Fugo’s gelato trio. He had three different flavours and you needed to try at least some of each. “Who even came up with panna cotta?”

He smacked your spoon away with the back of his own. “I have no idea.”

“Really?”

The look he fixed you with could slice through the air. “What, do you think because it’s my name, I should know everything about it?”

“Not because it’s your name. Because you’re ridiculously smart and know everything.”

A slight pink coloured his cheeks at your compliment and you smiled in triumph – taking advantage of his momentary embarrassment to steal a scoop of gelato from his plate. He wouldn’t truly mind sharing.

“As strange as this may seem, the history of random desserts didn’t appear in my textbooks nor did it ever interest me enough to read up on it by myself. Especially not when it came to desserts I don’t even like.”

His expression turned to disgust as he looked down at the poor panna cotta on your plate, still sitting relatively untouched. You picked at another strawberry and considered asking for sugar before giving up and shoving it into your mouth. Just as bad as the last one, this one made you pull a slight face.

“If I was named after a dessert, I wouldn’t mind it being panna cotta.”

“It’s got no actual taste. The toppings do all the work.”

“Isn’t that true for almost every dessert though?”

You waited for Fugo to answer, meeting his gaze almost teasingly as you swiped another mouthful of his gelato. You knew his dislike had to run deeper than something merely tasting bad, he’d tried far worse dishes for far less pushing. You’d even witnessed him attempting to eat Bucciarati’s pasta, made when said man operated on less than an hour of sleep.

Not even Narancia finished that.

Fugo sighed and leaned over the table to take one of your strawberries, explaining, “Panna cotta is my mother’s favourite food. She had it served for us so often I grew exhausted of it. It never came out properly.”

“Fair.”

“And obviously the ridiculous and unending teasing about my name doesn’t make me any fonder of it.” His agitation at the thought had raised but found itself immediately quelled when he took a bite of the strawberry, shock softening any irritation. “That’s awful. Why are you eating those?”

You took the strawberry from his hand and popped it into your mouth, smiling around the wincing. “Because being in your company is sweet enough for me.”

He shook his head and shoved his gelato more into the center of the table. “I’m telling you; panna cotta always has something wrong with it. Either the texture or the toppings or… something.”

“You’re pretty close to perfect.”

“If you’re willing to ignore my stand’s existence.”

You fixed him with the most unimpressed look you could manage while trying not to cringe from a strawberry. “Purple Haze is one of my favourite stands in existence. Don’t be mean to him.” You broke into the pudding, surprised to find it quite gritty and plain.

“How is it?”

Choosing not to admit he was right, you glanced up at him with a coy grin. “I’ve tasted better panna cotta before.”

“I thought I told you to stop stealing jokes from Narancia.”

You covered your mouth to avoid laughing panna cotta over the table. “This place’s food is far better than their desserts. I’ve had good panna cotta before at this one restaurant if you’d like to try it. Or I can make you some.”

Fugo thought about it for long enough that you knew what his answer would be. “I’ll come with you and try something else. We’ll bring Narancia so you can learn some new jokes.”

“I wonder if you dislike it so much, would Purple Haze also?”

He glanced at you, humoured. “You want to feed it food?”

“I want to try.”

Fugo glanced around the restaurant casually, as though looking for something. The building stood mostly empty and, at this hour, you doubted anybody paid the waiters enough to focus on anything. They stood toward the far back of the kitchen, focused on their phones and waiting for you to call them if you needed anything.

You didn’t expect Purple Haze to appear beside your table, a swirling violet vortex running along the ground and over your feet.

“Panna?”

Though Fugo looked a little pained, he shrugged as casually as he could manage. “Nobody’s close enough to get hurt if he goes crazy and he’s always seemed fine with you. As long as you’re okay with this?”

“I’m just worried about whether or not you’re okay with it.”

“I wouldn’t have brought him out if I wasn’t.”

You nodded slowly, drawing your attention back to the stand. Fugo never brought Haze out unless he absolutely had to. This level of trust felt almost surreal. Trust in both him and you to handle any situations.

But you now recognised a problem you hadn’t thought of earlier.

Purple Haze couldn’t try any food with his mouth sewn shut. He stared down at you with curious eyes, remaining perfectly still as the disease cloud churned around his silhouette. You noticed a small bit of drool on the side of its mouth and quickly grabbed a serviette to help the oddly fussy stand.

“He’s not going to be able to eat anything,” you said. “I forgot about the stitches.”

They ran so deep. You winced even thinking about the concept of stitching your mouth closed though Fugo assured you neither he nor Purple Haze could experience any sort of pain from them. At least he had a mouth unlike some other stands.

Still, you ran your fingers over the stitches softly, appreciating how the stand’s often frantic breathing seemed to calm beneath your ministrations.

When you sat back down, it was impossible not to notice the slight flare of red on Fugo’s face. “Are you alright?”

“It’s a strange sensation,” he acknowledged. “I used to never feel any sensations from people touching him. Now it’s always there, faintly.”

“Really?”

Purple Haze made a small noise and disappeared almost immediately after; its user still weary about having it out in public places. You couldn’t help feeling satisfied that you’d gotten to see him at all – remembering how little you used to even acknowledge his existence when you first started seeing stands.

“Thank you for letting me try, Panna.”

Fugo shrugged. “I knew you’d forgotten about the mouth. Now stop pretending to enjoy that and just eat your half of the gelato.”

You laughed and if the waiter looked a little nervous of you when he came back over, you didn’t even notice.

#jjba x reader #pannacotta fugo #fugo x reader #fugo jjba

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thenihilistofthevoid · 5 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN!

NAME — Romana (If you know my IRL name you know)

PRONOUNS — He/Him

PREFERRED COMM — Tumblr or Discord, but if you send me stuff on tumblr and I haven't answered check in on discord because my tumblr likes to cosplay as a black hole and eat things-

NAME OF MUSE — Saburo Kusanagi (Multifandom OC and certified horrid little scrunkly), Sayuri Kusanagi (Sab as a girl), Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel), Ember (The Last Campfire, confirmed cutie), Pannacotta Fugo (Jojo Part 5, angriest twink ever), Noriaki Kakyoin (Jojo Part 3's cherry boy), Despair of the Endless (Sandman, Sad Girl Hours), Grog Strongjaw (Vox Machina, strong but huge dingus), Sarn Teccaurora (Gay Morally Gray Scientist Bastard OC from Vox Machina), Bepo (One Piece, Law's Husband and Hug Therapist)

EXPERIENCE IN RP — I started on Facebook 13 years ago, moved to Tumblr 10 years ago.

BEST EXPERIENCES — My besties who stuck with me for years, I've known some of you lot for ages and most of you would be welcome at my house.

PET PEEVES/DEAL BREAKERS — No Godmodding. Also, please don't come to me wanting straight ships with gay characters.

MUSE PREFERENCE [ANGST, FLUFF, ETC] — Muse dependent. Sab likes angst bc he's a smol edgelord, Ember is fluff personified. There's options. PLOT OR MEMES — Memes as icebreakers or just random stuff, plots for more complex ideas.

LONG/SHORT REPLIES — Depends on thread. Cracky ones get shorter replies, plot heavy stuff gets longer ones.

BEST TIME TO WRITE — Eh just yeet it at me, I'll get to it as soon as. Possibly instantly. Sometimes I'm free, sometimes I'm just in the corner cursing at real life. Hit me up with your ideas, I do like a chat.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE — Sometimes. There always tends to be tiny bits or aspects of me in my OCs, I think that's hard for writers to do, make a character completely alien to them. I've been playing Sab for 11 years now, he'd be in secondary school if he was a real boy. Not that he should be, he's too stinky for this pure cinnamon bun world. Tagged by @n4kama Tagging: @the-winter-dork-rp @electricea @cmdrace @historias-multorum @heromuses @bas0rexias and anyonee else is free to nick this-

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rpersearch · 1 year

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Hello! 21+ female looking for someone to play one of the a JJBA character against my female oc.

Would prefer long term rps and a partner to gush over pairings, playlists and aesthetics to do with our muses. That is a must. ♥️

Plus, I love to make a Pinterest board when rping to get the vibes going, because it's just nice to have someone as equally invested in our stories and world building. I'm afraid I don't do double ups, have tried this before and it isn't my thing, sorry.

Looking to write a slow burn romance. Please be 21+ to write with me, no minors allowed. It can be any of the following characters:

Giorno Giovanna

Risotto Nero

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Pannacotta Fugo

Joshu Higashikata

Leone Abbacchio

Give this post a heart and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you! ♥️

#21+ rp #jjba #jjba rp #jjba roleplay

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purplecraze · 3 years

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(I love how super versatile Fugo is. he’s so contradicting and complex and utter bullshit

I could have him punch a lawyer with my left hand, while having him cry in Bucciarati’s chest with my right.

he’s hyper-loyal, but also the one who stayed behind.

he’s the no-fun-allowed grumpy guy, but also HELL YEAH, TORTURE DANCE!!

the goody two shoes who breaks the law like a twig

the law student who calls mom, cuz he did something really stupid

he’s not comfortable with himself to the point it’s neurotic, but also ALL THAT SKIN out there

he will stab his friends in the face but also honey, did you drink enough today?

depressed emo but also starts clapping at a card trick cuz a guy he just met told him to.

I am at least 23 years old, but also baby

I think it’s a large part to why I started roleplaying him. there’s so much to him, not only the mathfork and fugone. but we never got the actual chance to see it)

#purplecraze #out of rage #late night musing #pannacotta fugo #fugo headcanon

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strawberryrots · 4 years

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naranciao replied to your post: tradittore replied to your post: ...

yea cos his blood type is aquarium

he has no fucking clue what that means

#naranciao #.pannacotta fugo // replies #:: mun and muse are both DUMB AS FUCK

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occasional-jojo-imagines · 5 years

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Welcome! (Even though im a new one here myself). Can I ask for fugo with his s/o after he leaves the group ;-;

its been forever, but thank you for the welcome and a very belated welcome to you as well!

✧ How the situation goes down obviously depends to a large degree on whether or not his s/o is with Bruno’s group or not

✧ If they are, they’re not going to hear of him for a long time. Even after everything is “over”, he feels way too guilty to even think of searching them out, no matter how much he wants to. So they’ll need to be the one to look for him if they want to reconnect

✧ If they aren’t, he’s still going to be absent for a while. He needs some time to work everything out, his situation, his choices and what to do from now on

✧ However, once they search him out, questioning what in the world happened to him, he does relent fairly quickly. How much he tells them depends on how much they know about his occupation, but at the very least he will give them a vague idea about what happened that threw him off so badly

✧ In truth, he’s desperate for reassurance and someone to hold on to as everything he’s built up, worked for and cherished for years seems to crash and burn around him. With someone at his side to support him everything seems a little less daunting and impossible to deal with. He loves them even more for being there for him when he needs it the most

#Anonymous #id like to be all like 'sorry for dying im back!' but truth to be told my jojo muse is kinda dead #so uh have this thing i wrote while i was on a cruise lmao #its late and ive been writing all day so i hope this is still at the very least coherent #im not even caught up with VA anymore but that fugo scene when narancia died. damn #jjba #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #funny how much shorter theyre typed up and edited a little OTL

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bloodydevoir · 5 years

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".. fugo, what should we do now?" (ok though au where naranica decides to stay with fugo.. it's a mighty need)

FOR EVEN IF HIS RESOLVE was far greater than any of their own– this was nothing more than a FOOL’S ERRAND to which you have chosen to run. Was this truly the path that you wish to walk down? The one that you so BELIEVE in, over any other???

… Bucciarati… Abbachio… … Mista… Giorno…

You are all going to get yourselves killed… AND FOR WHAT?!

RIGHTEOUS FOOLS, and all for naught. After all that they themselves have been through. The bonds to which they had formed after arising from the filthy depths themselves. They were tossing it all out– everything that they once had- just for some girl that they barely knew!

In an attempt to steady himself, so FURIOUSLY does he recite those few points time and time again beneath his very breath. Managing to retain some strength in unsteady legs themselves, as a HARSH GRIT of breath barely hissed through clenched teeth itself. LIPS STITCHED SHUT BY IRON THREADS, he has no mouth but HE MUST SCREAM.

EXASPERATION but tempting to him to SNAP– and call after them– even when they have long since disappeared from his very sights. They have all made their choice, taking on the label of TRAITORS– from here on and out. And so had he, as he would so choose to remain where he stood then. In an attempt to regain himself, shaky fingers would press themselves to his forehead. Hardly minding frayed bangs themselves, but the cold perspiration that now sullied that of his very fingertips. Despising how long it would take for the REALITY itself to sink in, and never necessarily wanting it to be so, either.

HOW was he the only one that had been able to see any SENSE in all of this? Over how LUDICROUS the idea was to go up against the BOSS himself? Die– they were all going die. Horribly– painfully– there would be no MERCY. No MERCY to anyone that would so foolishly dare to defy the boss himself. And so does he resign back to it– Common sense, cold calculating logic– that would deter them of the GRIM REALITY that the others will soon enough face themselves. The IMPENDING DOOM to which they would all so stubbornly face up ahead. It was all that he had left– all that he always had from the very beginning itself– that would prevent him from descending all the more than he already had.

… what should we do now?

“Ah–” Narancia’s voice was soft, afraid– and had almost been near impossible to catch. The other’s presence an almost too kindly reminder that he WAS NOT ALONE. Only briefly considering the possibility that he could have run off with the rest of them– just as quickly would the younger male then put that thought behind him. He would remember to finally breathe then, feeling the slightest relief in trembling lungs themselves as he did. At first merely sparing his friend a look– before going over to properly tend to him, “I… I need to think, give me a moment.”

… Please.

It was a little too late to conceal that LOST LOOK within purple depths themselves, as he peered back into the other’s own blood shot pair.“But– it will be alright. We will be alright… you made the right choice.”

@starburdened 💓💗💕

#starburdened #🍓 Side Muse ;; Pannacotta Fugo 🍓#🍓 Pannacotta Fugo Asks 🍓#(Roxy blessing me with these good asks yet again B^))#(B'^)))))

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daily-prosciutto · 6 years

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But I do have to admit that Buccellati’s team is surprisingly well put together for consisting of mostly punk teens.

#daily-prosciutto #prosciutto #jjba #vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra di esecuzione #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #guido mista #giorno giovanna #bdjjba #badlydrawnjjba #dailyjjba #daily jjba #anonymous #((still not sure how i want to tag things aaa))#((forgive me im still figuring out my muse but thank you for the question!))

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mariesmh-nuked · 6 years

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i want fugo to yell at me

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo #yall know i got no shame #im putting this in the fugo tag #yell at me pls #marie's musings

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fashion4standusers · 8 months

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Didu Spring 2022 RTW

#didu #clothing #looks for taking over the mafia #MUSE: pannacotta fugo #MUSE: rai mamezuku

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danddymaro · 4 years

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Fugo’s Stand Manifesting to Cuddle the Reader.

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Word Count : 1014

Fugo’s stand manifesting to Cuddle The Reader

"Why..." He murmured, feeling his blood run cold as ice, the male afraid to do anything but watch as his stand manifested before the unsuspecting, sleeping woman.

She was curled onto the couch, her legs tucked under a thin throw blanket as her upper body sat leaned to the side of the armrest of the seat at a comfortable angle.

Meanwhile, the dangerous stand sauntered towards her, his nose leading him to her as it moved.

His fingers twitched as he outstretched his right arm, intent on touching the slumbering woman all while his user stood still, struggling to speak.

'I didn't even feel him...I didn't...Didn't want him to come out,' Fugo thought with dismay, uncertain on what to do next because if he made just one wrong move, it was over.

Cold fingers brushed over her cheek, causing the woman to further snuggle onto the couch, a little fussy noise drawing from the back of her throat, which was something that didn't seem to bother the curious stand, instead, it fueled him to touch her more.

Tentatively, he ran his right hand over her (h/c) colored hair, brushing down the strands with slow, gentle caresses, earning him a pleased, little sigh, a sound the creature seemed to enjoy as it was released one of its own, one Fugo had never heard before or thought capable.

If he could describe it to anything, it'd be the sound a Lion would make if it had the ability to purr.

"Purple Haze," He said in a harsh whisper, desperately trying to call back the stand altogether, but having no luck as he was ignored.

Instead, the disobedient being loomed over (f/n), exited, little puffs falling past its sealed mouth as it fully pressed itself to her,

"Guuuuurrrrrggg..." Having no ability to speak, Purple Haze instead expressed itself with low rumbles, desperately trying to fit into the same couch she was like a dog that had outgrown its puppy days, unable to comprehend just why he couldn't just squeeze himself tiny.

"Get...Get over here!" Fugo said desperately, barely managing to still his wavering voice to command the manifested spirit. Stepping closer to the two, he swallowed down thickly, fearful of the horrible outcome he had a constant fear of any time he came too close to anyone.

It was then that (f/n) stirred, her (e/c) colored eyes lazily opening to see the blond stand a few feet away from her, anxiousness written over his face as cold sweat dribbled down his forehead,

"(F/n)," He said breathlessly, his hands trembling as they rose, both palms facing her as a sign of heavy caution,

"Please... just... don't move," he pleaded, sounding utterly helpless, and overall frightened.

Stretching her back, (f/n) looked at him confused before she recognized the familiar weight situated on her lap, by then understanding the man's worry.

It was unbeknown to him, but to her, it had become a regular occurrence. Every so often she'd wake with the stand coddling her, doing nothing more than that.

Occasionally, he'd also take the liberty to groom her, something she found downright strange, but she figured was his own form of care, seeing as the stand itself was somewhat meticulous with its own cleanliness.

'I honestly don't see the harm this guy could cause,' She mused, lazily brushing her fingers beneath his chin, absentmindedly petting him to soothe him, something she had quickly found out was bliss to him.

More, happy, little sighs fell past him, as another distinctive purr was released,

"I've been meaning to tell you," she started, offering Fugo an apologetic smile, " But I didn't know how to bring it up," she admitted, feeling bashful as she watched his expression melt, red dusting his features as he took sight of the sweet action.

Much more, he could feel the feeling of her fingers on his own skin, making the light blush worsen.

Messy, sticky wetness then coaxed her cheek, and grimacing she chuckled, pushing away the stand's face, " Stop that you," She dotted, receiving hesitant compliance at her command.

"I'm not sure why in the world he does it," she continued on while still smiling, "But I don't really mind," She assured the silent man, "The only tedious bit is cleaning up all this damn drool, but... I mean..." she trailed of, her eyes then falling to the stand instead, hands tightly pressed against his cheeks, "You just can't help it can you?" She gushed, all while Fugo watched Purple Haze nuzzle into her grasp more,

"You can't help being so sweet and cuddly can you?" She went on, grinning, feeling disappointed as he suddenly disappeared right from her hands.

Shaking her head, (f/n) then turned back to Pannacotta, giving him her full attention, "As I was saying," she started, stretching her legs out beneath her as she approached the man, " I've gotten used to it, though I will admit the first time he came up to me, I nearly had a stroke," She told him, recalling having been ridged the first time the stand introduced itself to her until, of course, she realized that he was nothing but soft presses and caresses.

'He just wants love,' She surmised,

"I realize he's a lot like you actually," She voiced, " Really sweet and cute... so I don't mind having him cuddle me," She started, immediately regretting her choice of words, " - Uh! Not that I want to cuddle with you too!" she went on defensively, "- but if you ever want to, I wouldn't mind...but then again why would you right?!?" She babbled on, only making things worse for her.

'Shut up! Shut Up! Shut up!' She inwardly chanted, annoyed with how much her mouth was flapping on and on, something that was completely unnecessary.

As her words settled onto him he began to smile, "I'd love to," He admitted, causing her to instantly deflate, calming,

"Y-you would?" She stuttered, watching as he came closer, the blonde intent on paying her back for every bit of affection she'd given his Stand.

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thenihilistofthevoid · 1 month

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New Character Tags

She's got new characters, time to tag them properly. I totally don't forget to do that all the time and you shouldn't poke me with a big stick when my ADHD ass. Short Support Squad - Saburo Kusanagi

Graceless - Sayuri Kusanagi

Wolves of Winter - Bucky Barnes

Little Baby Blue - Ember

The Tragic Rage - Pannacotta Fugo

Hierophant's Champion - Noriaki Kakyoin

Queen of Melancholy - Despair of the Endless

Pillar of Strength - Grog Strongjaw

Weird Science - Sarn Teccaurora

Best Bear - Bepo

Author Avatar - Romana

(I'm Romana, the mun of the blog. It's not just Sab on this blog, promise. Throw your muses at some of the other underutilized scrunklies on here, could be fun.)

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vinegardoppioh · 3 years

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looking for haikyuu, bsd or jjba roleplays!

please be 18+ as i’m also an adult and feel uncomfortable roleplaying with minors no matter the context. nsfw and dark themes are also welcome, but not a necessity if it’s not your thing! of course, no nsfw with minor characters unless under a timeskip/aged up circumstance.

my writing style can range from literate to adv. literate - for the time being, i tend to aim for quality over quantity as very long replies are difficult for me (short attention span/working two jobs at the moment.) i don’t enjoy one-liners though! we can discuss a desired reply length that suits both of us : D

my muses (ones in bold are my mains, but i’m very open to any listed) include:

tendou satori, yamaguchi tadashi, tsukishima kei, hanamaki takahiro, kozume kenma, semi eita

akutagawa ryuunosuke, chuuya nakahara, edgar allan poe

leone abbacchio, kakyoin noriaki, pannacotta fugo, vinegar doppio

feel free to add my discord if this peaks your interest! : polaris#9009

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Knowledge is Power. Narancia x F Reader x Fugo 🎀

this was based on a headcanon i put out for SR a while back, that narancia once came to fugo for help on how to woo reader in her native language. dialogue in italics are words spoken in english! takes place pre-events of VA. fugo’s POV.

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

This night was already off to a rocky start.

Pannacotta Fugo values efficiency, getting work done in a timely fashion and producing the best results. He’s aware that this line of work must allow for some flexibility, but that doesn’t mean he has to be pleased about it. He and Narancia have been sitting here in the car for... how long exactly? Fugo checks his watch, grimacing at the hands of the clock, which now read 2:00 AM. So much for getting a good night of sleep, he thinks.

“Why are they not here?” Narancia huffs, sinking further into the passenger seat. “Can’t we just call it a night? I’ve been lookin’ at the radar for hours, and there’s nothing.”

Fugo understands the sentiment, having trouble suppressing his own frustration and patience wearing thin. “Narancia, this is important. If the rumors that Tuscany gangs are trying to get a foothold here are true, Passione’s reputation will be called into question. We have to nip it in the bud.”

“Well, yeah, that much is obvious,” Narancia blows a strand of hair out of his face, lips pursed. “I’m just saying. If they were gonna show, they would’ve done it by now. Meeting up this late is suspicious.”

Fugo can’t help but agree. If there’s anything gangsters don’t want, it’s drawing attention to themselves. “We’ll give it another thirty minutes and call it a night.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Narancia stretches, neck stiff from staring at Aerosmith’s radar all this time. Fugo can’t help but feel respect for his companion. Sitting still is the last thing Narancia wants to do, as someone who is constantly buzzing with energy. Maybe he’s not all that incompetent after all, Fugo muses.

“Hey, Fugo,” Narancia scratches his neck, to which Fugo raises an eyebrow. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something...”

“And that is?” Fugo replies.

“Do you think it’s difficult for [First]?” Narancia voices his concern. Fugo gets the sense that he’s omitting some information, for whatever reason, but doesn’t press it. The question feels wholly random. Not a far cry from Narancia’s erratic thought process, yet Fugo contemplates the origins of the inquiry all the same. If you’re involved, it’s impossible for Fugo to suppress his curiosity. Not that he’ll ever admit it.

“Difficult?” he repeats the word back. “In what sense?’

Narancia groans, struggling to string his words together. “Well, y’know, speaking Italian all the time to us. What if it gives her a headache at the end of the day or something...”

Fugo shakes his head at the thought. “I doubt it does.”

“I don’t know, I think if it were me, it’d hurt my head,” Narancia takes a deep breath, prepared to get to his actual point. “So, I wanted to ask you to teach me some English.”

Well, now his nervous rambling makes sense. Fugo holds back a sigh. This isn’t the most opportune time to be speaking leisurely, seeing as they’re both working, but he decides to humor the request. Though, he notices, the thought of Narancia getting closer to you makes Fugo’s chest tighten. He doesn’t understand why and tries to ignore it.

“I’m not too hopeful seeing how our previous studying sessions have gone, but let’s give it a shot. What do you want to know?”

Narancia straightens his posture out, suddenly renewed with energy. Fugo doesn’t miss the glimmer in his eye. When was the last time Narancia looked so eager to learn? There’s no time that comes to mind, at least, not to this extent. How strange. Narancia does give you puppy eyes, but does that really mean...? No, there’s no way, Fugo reasons with himself. It’s simply admiration. Anyone with a Stand Narancia finds cool earns that behavior.

“I wanna give her a compliment,” Narancia blurts out. The two of them blink, his tan complexation flushing and hands going up in defense. “F-for her hard work! Yeah, her work...”

Just great. Fugo pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself to remain calm. He takes a deep breath, fingers drumming against the steering wheel, uncertain on what to do. The thought of Narancia brazenly flirting with you in English makes his head spin. He can’t turn his back on the request now, Narancia will want to know what made him change his mind, and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to deal with that.

It doesn’t help when Narancia mistakes Fugo’s silence for not knowing any compliments, offering unwanted suggestions. “Maybe something like, how she’s nice, or... how she smells really good, and has a cute smile--”

“I’m an idiot.” Fugo interrupts with a snap, trying to hide how his nose scrunches in displeasure. Not his finest work, he recognizes, but it should serve its purpose in deterring Narancia’s progress. Narancia is none the wiser to the true meaning of Fugo’s words. He nods his head, practicing the phrase underneath his breath, assuming it to be the highest flattery the English language has to offer.

Fugo nods his head in faux approval. “Yeah, tell her that, she’ll love it. I promise.”

Narancia beams at the thought of pleasing you. “Really? I’m gonna tell her at lunch then!”

Here’s to hoping he doesn’t find out before then, Fugo thinks. He can already see this ending badly once you explain to poor, naïve Narancia, what the words actually mean. It still beats Narancia fawning over you in English, a role Fugo is intent on keeping to himself. He’ll get to that point eventually, he’s been working so hard...! To think Narancia is bolder than he is is a sweeping blow to Fugo’s pride.

“Alright, I think I’ve got that one down,” Narancia proclaims with a puffed out chest. “What else can you teach me?”

Fugo smiles thinly. “Plenty, if you’re willing.”

You’re going to be in for quite the treat tomorrow.

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