Fugo Text Posts :33

fugo text posts :33

someone please take my boy to see a therapist

SOFIIIIIII😭😭😭 THIS IS SO CUTE!!! YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!

2023 me slayed here's to hoping 2024 me will do the same!!! 💖 ⭐️🎀🍒

(ok to reblog! 💖)

lil guys

UHDJSJDJSJ HOW COME I JUST SAW THIS OMG????????????

i loooove fugo so so so much 💛 would you like to do something about him?🤭💕

Suuure, I’d love to, but I need you to imagine a little tiny Panna looking over my shoulder as I write this. His medicos figure is adorable but I feel as if I’m being stared down whenever I express his private thoughts.

You.. might think that he hates your guts. He’s a bit shy, especially compared to those he associates himself with. That’s disgustingly incorrect, though. 

Pannacotta adores you. He thinks so highly of you, but he just chokes the second you actually speak to him. He’s dismissive, cold. If you notice him tapping his fingers and rolling his eyes every once in a while, it’s just his way of trying to hide that he’s clinging to absolutely every word you say.

He takes note of your body language around him. The kind of language you use, the way you pronounce things… you’re his favorite puzzle, and he’s going to unravel you entirely, it’s just taking a bit of time. He notes the fragrance you use, the brand of clothes you wear the most, what food you actually eat and what you push off to the side. Panna’s elated with his finds, he thinks everything you do is endearing. Do you listen to this kind of music because you relate to the lyrics, or the sound? Is there some kind of philosophy behind it? Panna’s got a book somewhere of all his observations and his solo discussions about them. He’s up all night trying to figure it out himself instead of, you know, actually making conversation with you. God forbid he speaks to his obsession, the thing that keeps him up at night. 

He’ll scoff when you make a suggestion, but he’ll be on wikipedia that night lurking for the entire history of whatever it is. He feels a bit guilty for it, or rather, creepy for it. Every time you look his way, he’ll turn away entirely in favor of scolding Narancia or Mista. How can you accuse him of “always looking” at you if he’s clearly in a conversation with Mista about- ah, about… Don’t worry about what we’re talking about, it’s private. That’s what he thinks to himself, anyway. In reality he’d jump at the chance to talk to you, no matter the topic.

“What? Of course I glance at you, you’re moving and making noise. I have basic survival instincts.”

And that’s the end of that, until you catch him again.

finished this a couple days ago and literally forgot to post it 🤡 anyway. everyone's favorite cringe hipster couple

May I please ask for headcanons for La Squadra with a s/o whose stand is able to see the future and warned them about their deaths and how to avoid it please

Your boyfriend stares at you in confusion, and then at your stand perched on the low table in front of you. Time After Time, a little projector with tiny, cartoonish legs, flickering its light at him.

“Please! Please, you can’t go!”

Your stand, while adorable, had just shown him his own graphic, violent death at the hands of some pink man and an airplane stand

At first he asks you to prove what Time After Time was showing was the future, and not just a projection of your anxiety

The little stand hops up and down and flickers at him, frustrated, just like it’s user

“Remember when we went to the races and I told you to bet on Camembert?”

It takes some convincing and several more specific instances, but he eventually caves to your teary eyes and wobbling lips.

When you tell him about the potential deaths of his other squad mates and proceed to show him each one, it further cements his decision to not take action

“You’ve already convinced me, sangù, you don’t have to show me any more.”

For now, he hugs you tight to him, whispering sweet words of affirmation to you while he tries to calm you down

He has to pepper about one thousand kisses to your face and lips before your sobs turn to sniffles, and soon you’re fast asleep

It’s back to the drawing board for now, he didn’t want to take any chances

He subconsciously covers his neck, but that doesn’t stop him from bitching at you for ‘lying’

“It’s my fucking job! You knew that when you started dating me!”

It only makes it worse

Much, much worse

You start crying harder, falling to your knees and holding onto his leg like a child throwing a tantrum

There’s no words to your sobs, just heart wrenching calls of his name and ‘please’

Ghiaccio’s stomach is twisted into knots at the pitiful sight. He can only stare down at you with a furrowed brow.

“Please, how can I convince you?! It’s the truth Ghiaccio! I would never lie to you!”

Ghiaccio was the screamer in the relationship, but right now you were putting him to shame.

He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares at you, eyes traveling to your little stand. It hopped and stamped its comically small stick feet

Any desire to be right or poke holes in everything you say is thrown out the window when you look up at him with your big watery doe eyes

“Fuck’s sake, fine. But you’d better convince Risotto first.”

What you had just shown him was borderline comical

Was that really your best attempt at dissuading him? A snake bite?

He brushes it off as you being clingy, much to the dismay of your stand

“I appreciate that you care so much, but this isn’t exactly convincing evidence.”

He doesn’t expect you to get so angry at him, much less your little camera stand.

And he definitely doesn’t expect your stand to retaliate by showing him the other gruesome deaths of his teammates

Seeing Formaggio burned to a crisp and Illuso reduced to a toxic sludge made his skin crawl and bile rise into his throat.

His fingers tighten on the sides of his laptop, your utterly distraught features adding to the guilt and disgust

“Let’s say I believe you. (He does, but he’ll never outright admit it) how am I supposed to explain this to Risotto? That my honey bunny is actually a Pythia and can predict the future.”

Secretly excited about the discovery of your stand and is mentally making up ideas for what the stands of your children would look like

(He settles for little Juniors with Polaroid cameras)

Tunes your attempts at “convincing Risotto” out and pulls you into his lap to distract you.

To him, it was like something out of an American cowboy film. Caught in the wheels of a train and shredded to death

You and your stand stared at him expectantly, you with watery eyes and the stand with an unblinking lens

“Che sarà, sarà. It comes with the job.”

He doesn’t mean to upset you, but it’s inevitable, isn’t it? He’s an assassin, it’s not like the possibility of him him dying was far fetched

Of course, his attitude towards you just makes you cry harder, the little stand flickering wildly.

He tries to play it off like it doesn’t bother him for a few moments, but it’s hard for him to play it cool when you all but launch yourself into his grasp, gripping his arms with Herculean strength.

It certainly makes him more inclined to believe you.

“Alright, alright, I won’t go. Hush.”

He’s mostly saying it to placate you, but he doesn’t want to imagine what his death would do to you

Because he could say without hesitation that he wouldn’t be able to carry on without out you

He didn’t even know stands could do that kind of thing!

He almost throws up at the footage your adorable little stand shows him.

“There’s no way Big Bro and I could die like that! It must be wrong.”

That just makes your pleads louder and you cry harder, which makes him freak out more.

Is quick on the damage control and is immediately trying to comfort you while also resisting crying himself

Worries his lower lip with his teeth as he rocks you back and forth

What would Big Bro do in this situation? Would he stay, or would he risk it for the mission?

Pesci decided that, right now, it was best to stay with you

“You should show the others. They’ll want to see this too!”

You’re already fast asleep in his arms

He wants to believe that what you’re saying isn’t true, and the puddle of acidic goop on the stones of Pompeii isn’t what he’ll end up a puddle of acidic goop on the stone floor of Pompeii

But he’s far too proud to believe that anyone could ever beat him and Man in the Mirror

It’s only after you completely break and start sobbing uncontrollably that he believes you

“Christ, calm down. I believe you, alright!”

Part of him just wants to calm you down and shut you up, but the other part doesn’t want to find out if what you had shown him was true.

Tries to shift the subject away and distract you.

“What else can it do? Can it predict cards?”

It works just a bit before you break down again and accuse him of not taking you seriously.

Against his rules of ‘no PDA unless we’re in private where no one can see us’, he snuggles you to his chest and squeezes you tight

Might even let you play with his hair and reassures you that he’s not going to leave you for a very long time, or at least until they find an alternative solution

Laughs, but he’s really uncomfortable with the contrast of your adorable stand and the gorey visuals

Especially seeing himself all crispy

He tries to make a funny comment about him becoming fondue or halloumi, but you obviously don’t take it well

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, I’m just trying to make you feel better. It’s alright, baby, I promise I won’t be turning into cheese crisps anytime soon, heh.”

After you accuse him of not believing you, he finally realizes that you’re actually worried about him and you’re not trying to scare him

It’s….sweet. He can’t recall a time where anyone has looked out for him like this, but then again not everyone had the gift of foresight.

He corrals you into his lap and calls over his cat, who immediately starts to love all over you

“Don’t worry, okay? Risotto’s smart, he’ll know what to do about it.”