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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this will be my first story on tumblr and excited to write. it’s based of a dream i’ve had recently so i’m taking it and running with it. enjoy!

Fate’s Binding

Was saving the fates of six men worth it? During the aftermath of Golden Wind, the gang are left to walk in your shadow.

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You were their savior. You saved them from their inescapable fate that was chosen for them, as the boss once said. You broke the chains that bound them to their own sleeping fate and gave them a new chance. The hard reality hitting them in the face that you were gone, back to where fate had brought you from. Maybe you were part of fate itself deciding a change was needed. No matter what, you were their own angel sent down in order to give them new meaning and self-awakening. 

They thought that once the boss was brought down and atoned for his many sins, they would feel complete with the blood sweat and tears that were shedded over the journey. Never until now did they come to the understanding that the journey was the best part of this supposed golden experience. The tears, laughs, and frustration were the true goal that they’ve always reached deep down in their hearts. When they walked away from the colosseum that early morning after parting ways with the girl who held the power to change fates, was when that monotonous feeling began to eat at them. The tears that were shed during that golden daybreak were thought to originally be from sadness of missing their dear friend, when it actually was the fear of losing someone they have come to love. 

At first it wasn’t intimacy, just admiration from someone who was able to bend pre-determined destinies with mere words or actions. Their initial response to the thought of adoration with someone they looked up to was a laughing matter at hand, until they began to register the tender moments each shared with you. Fully able to grasp the passion they all felt, they embrace it with open arms not aware of the consequences that came with it.

You were gone.

Naples had always been a bustling home town, especially with the new order in tow of a drug abolishment. Although it wasn’t the same once the golden wind that came had finally blown it’s last swish of life. The gold from their lives were gone causing the world they once saw to turn into a wishy-washy perception of the view they once had. The truth guided them with how each looked at the world and would interpret it for their own well-being. Slowly but surely everything that was given to them was merely just an everyday task. They felt ashamed that the new life you have endowed them with was just a dull mundane vision to them. They lack the one thing they truly yearned for, your love.

Your realities were never supposed to originally meet, it was impossible yet was done somehow. You were different, you were able to break free from your chains of fate and spread that goodwill to others. Never until now did they begin to question how you did it. Were you some stand user who lied about other worldly abilities? Or were you a deity who was granted permission to come to this world to spread your compassion to others? Honestly they wouldn’t have put it past you if it were the truth. Someway or somehow you had got to their world…

Now it was just time to get to yours.

Happy holidays! Can I ask a yandere risotto or mista spending Christmas with darling please?🎄🎄🎄🎄

happy holidays! i hope your having a wonderful holiday season so far! 🥺💝💖

Yandere!Mista x Reader

It’s a cold holiday evening and s/o is in need of some warmth from her loving loving boyfriend.

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The crackling noise of the fireplace broke the silence of the small room. It was a relatively brisk day in Naples, snow was rare which left the city in cold almost fall-like temperatures. A tree with wrapped around lights was the only thing illuminating the room besides the fire being the only thing to keep you warm. It was decorated with lovely ornaments and a garland messily wrapped around it. Everything about it screamed ‘festivities’ and ‘holiday fun’ ranging from the Christmas lights and beautiful tree toppers.

You were shivering with a thin soft blanket wrapped around your shaking form. Your teeth chattering as your hands were planted by your curled up form to keep them from becoming colder than they already were. You eagerly waited for the arrival of your loving ‘boyfriend’ who would give you love and warmth in a heartbeat. Even though he forbade the use of the built-in electric heater, he was still such a loving boyfriend. Even though he never let you leave the house or communicate with your family, he was the best boyfriend a girl could ever have.

The jiggling of keys and rustle from the doorknob signified his arrival. All you could do was sit there waiting for him to approach. “Baby I’m home.” Mista, your loving boyfriend had called from the doorway. The thumping of footsteps grew closer to you and before you knew it, warm built arms had wrapped around you. “Aw babe, I’m sure you missed me huh? You're freezing! Here let me warm you up.” He whispered closely in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your cold spine. Mista pulled you close into his chest, his steady breathing calming you down and letting your body let out a sigh of relief. His warmth began to seep into your frigid form leading you into leaning more into his relaxing touch.

Mista let out a low chuckle which vibrated throughout his body and broke the longing silence. “Look at our little Christmas tree. It’s shining bright and beautiful just like our relationship. Whaddya say about that sweetheart?” Mista spoke, pointing his slightly tanned finger at the decorated tree. You smiled in response, leaning your head to nuzzle it between the nook of his neck. Mista let out a satisfied hum at your loving gesture and rested his hands at your waist. “We’re gonna have a very Merry little Christmas aren’t we?” Mista hummed, giving your waist a little squeeze before lowering his hand below the waistband of your pants. “You know, with how cute you are there’s gonna be something even more merry than the holiday itself…”

“So what about it, let’s take this to the bedroom yeah?”

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

After returning to your world, you have time to reflect on the past events that took place. Was it really a dream?

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You’ve always been a fan of the franchise Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. It may not have been everyone’s top favorite, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying it. Recently they've been turning the manga into anime adaptations and you’ve watched them with the loyalty of a fan to the series. After finishing Golden Wind, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Sure maybe your unhealthy attachment to the characters was a little concerning, but you were still pretty upset of their inevitable deaths.

When it had ended it felt weird. You didn’t want to move onto the next part, you didn’t want to fast forward in time by ten years to watch the new Jojo go through their own journey. You didn’t want Golden Wind to end, especially like that. Once Golden Wind was over, it was over. There wouldn’t be as much hype for it as it was during their release time. You would never get to see the characters you held dear to your heart, it was sort of like a one hit thing. Their story never to really be elaborated about again.

You grew to love these characters, how each struggled with their own personal hardship and overcame it astoundingly. Turning themselves into who they were present day and the pain they had to endure to get there. They were all so unique and special to you, only for them to become some of the sacrifices that were part of the whole franchise anyway. They all felt a little too real, their problems, mannerisms, it felt like they could be an actual person you meant anywhere. Yet no matter what, they were still people you found captivating.

Giorno, the main Jojo of the part with a kind and noble soul of becoming a gangstar. He always looked so elegant with his three-part swirls in his hair that went down to become a sophisticated braid. His backstory left you sympathizing for the poor teenage boy, and knowing the hardships he had to overcome was also sorrowful with the death of his comrades. Yet in the end he managed to become a refined don of Passione carrying the spirits of his dead friends.

Bucciarati, the classic jobro to go along with the Jojo of this part. He was as well distinguished and alluring as the others. His will to come back from the afterlife to assist his teammates from the corrupt boss made you almost alone cry with tenderness for the 20 year old man. His noble sacrifice was one that wouldn’t go in vain, he should have lived to see his righteous decisions be played out to the very end.

Mista and Narancia, they were the goof-balls you loved the most who were able to bring smiles to everyone's faces in the most terrible situations. They were as stunning as the others just in their own quirky way. It was a shame Narancia had to go at such a young age after finding out what he had wanted to do in life and planning what would happen after the bosses defeat.

Abbachio was different, but in a good way. He stood out amongst the others with a backstory just as jarring as the others. It made you feel bad for the ex-cop and wish he had a chance to actually smile in his life.

Then there was Fugo who had left too soon. He was just as remarkable although he would have been a major help in battle against the boss. Sometimes you thought that there might have been less character deaths with him around. Even so, he was not to blame. He had his own virtues and he followed them even though in the end, they were wrong.

Regardless, they all held a special place in your heart and you were sad to see the golden wind end. Never again in the future to really get the spotlight as it once had during its run. You truly were going to miss it. All you wanted was the chance to make them happy and yourself knowing they would be alive and well…

That’s where you came in.

Your strong heartfelt emotions for them were able to manifest a way into their world, and with that you were able to change the inevitable storyline. You formed strong bonds with all of them, gave them pointers, and most importantly stopped them from meeting their end. The time spent with them was breathtaking and taught you the beauty of life. Even so, you saw them grow as people and overcome their hardships together which made you feel like you have done actual good in the world. Good that contributed to helping others in need.

You woke up in your regular bed, not the sofa you’ve grown used to sleeping on in Coco Jumbo. Ever since you came back to your own world, you’ve found out nothing has changed. You checked your manga’s, skipped to certain parts of the show. It was like you were never there. Was it all really just a dream? A really lucid dream at that? You swore that you sat next to Giorno himself, you swore that you pushed Narancia out of the way before he could be killed, getting cut in the process. Pulling the white t-shirt you wore up, you checked your hip for the scabbing of the wound. Yet there was nothing there. What had really happened? It couldn’t have been a dream.

Slumping back on your bed you let your tears out. It felt all too real to be a dream, you didn’t want it to be a dream. You talked to them, told them how amazing they were, gave them another chance to live. Your fear has become reality…

It really was a dream.

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It had been a few weeks since your ‘vivid dream’ with the events of Vento Aureo and the struggle to save Bucciarati’s gang. You had continued on with your life, working and attending your classes. You had your best friends along with you to help you out of the whole situation. By helping out, just making fun of your very imaginative dreams. You were mildly upset at first, but came to terms with it knowing who they were and how easily they could make you laugh. Soon it all became a dream to you, a dream you wish you could have again.

Today you went to your classes and had work immediately afterwards, just like any other day. Class left you tired as always, yet today made you feel drained more than ever before. All day you’ve had a strange feeling something would happen and Nana, one of your best friends, caught on. Shakily you dismissed it saying it was probably the upcoming essay that was due way too soon for anyone to comprehend. Letting out a groan you leaned against Nana who was sitting there scrolling through different social media apps she owned. “I don’t wanna go…” You moaned up, shutting your eyes fully relaxing on her still form. “Well you still owe me ice cream from last time and you need to pay your rent. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” She stuck her tongue out and moved away letting your body hit the concrete bleacher. “Why must you attack me like that? Fine, I’ll go. By the way I don’t owe you anything!” You smiled and gave a wink before slinking off towards your workplace.

Work was terrible. If anything could go wrong, it would have been today. A old grandmother with a stray cat came into the cafe accidentally letting it go, leading it into destruction of the front display. Not only that, but your boss decided to cut everyone’s hours because of his belief that he was paying everyone too much. Clocking out, you grabbed your sweater and made a bee-line home. You lived alone outside the school, preferring not to stay in the dorm rooms by how crowded and messy they got.

Standing in front of your door, you reached into your handbag and took out the keycard to your flat. Swiping the card in place it blinked green verifying your access. You were greeted by a dark living room of silence. Flipping on the lights, you set your bag next to the door and slipped off your shoes leaving you in your socks. Humming your favorite song you turned to walk further into your apartment until you heard a little thump. You stood still, eyes widening from fear. You grabbed the closest thing next to you, which was a tiny succulent plant in a thick terra-cotta pot. You moved closer to your bedroom where more thumping and mumbling. Slowly opening the door and flicking on the lights made you stop in your assault. There stood the six men you spent three weeks in 2001 Italy with, standing right in front of you.

“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?"

hii! imagine y/n just hanging out with the bucci gang and vibing with youtube music playlist and then later on sexy music just played like 'Careless Whisper' then y/n is just holding her laugh by biting her lip how would the bucci gang act or react?

omg i love this request, it’s so funny if you actually think about it! i misread at first abt the biting lip part. i thought you meant like the funny biting lip emoji 😳

(i lowkey kinda wanna write for Abbachio or Narancia tbh)

Buccigang with a Light-Hearted S/O ☆

While the group hangs out s/o a sensual song comes on resulting in s/o holding her laugh.

At first I believed that they would all be taken back by it. Abbachio and Bucciarati would honestly be the people in the group who would react the least. I mean they would both be like freaking out but at the same time inside their both like s h o o k e t h.

I know for sure that Bucciarati would at least widen his eyes in realization on what is actually going on. Including Giorno as well.

Fugo would ‘tsk’ underneath his breath, but would always have his eyes trained on darling. Him and Abbachio are the ones who act like they are unaffected by it yet they have their eyes on s/o constantly.

Mista would be the one who would react the most. Probably the closest to s/o because he is just so energetic around them and literally cannot stay away from them. Initially when it comes on (for example: Careless Whisper), he would make some sexual corny joke/advance. Especially when s/o bites their lip, he eats that up. Mista would just probably get closer and say something sexual, but it comes off as corny. In actuality he really did mean it. (bless his heart)

About the lip biting thing, Fugo also eats that up. Like literally. Bucciarati doesn’t look much into it as much as Abbachio does. Abbachio doesn’t really understand the humor, only seeing it as a song in mind to hook up with s/o.

Narancia would be similar to Mista, but I see him less sexually driven and more of a laughter kinda of thing. He laughs along until he sees s/o trying to not smile, yet you can hear the little giggles from them which causes him to go haywire inside.

Mista and Narancia would just stare at s/o with such a shocked look. In shock, I mean like literally trying to process their hearts palpitations and trying not to die right there from how adorable s/o is being.

Sitting right next to you would be Giorno, much to Abbachio’s dismay. Giorno tries to always be closest to you no matter what. He just needs to always kinda be by you. You give him comfort and security especially after everything he’s been with. Seeing s/o be so carefree and happy makes him happy. He lets out a small smile as he observes s/o about to laugh.

Trish is kinda like 🧍‍♀️

Or she is just close as well, but chooses not to engage because of Mista’s comments or how Giorno just obsessively stares at you like right next to you. As Abbachio’s death stare just literally intimidates anyone so she just chooses to not too. She laughs though because you never fail to make her feel good about herself. It’s like she forgot everything she has dealt with just by seeing you be so gleeful. 

Overall everyone just stares and absorbs s/o’s laughter and small smiling. Yet in the group, blind to the human eye is some sexual wanting towards s/o. The music ain’t making it better as well.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Fate’s Binding

Surprised from the sudden unknown intruders in your home…are they really unknown?

(Yan!Buccigang x Fem!Reader)

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“Long time no see…huh (Y/N)?”

Snapping your head up from the intruder's voice, the sight before you led you to dropping the small succulent pot you had. You fumbled around trying to catch the pot before it met its demise. With a firm grip, you focused your attention on the person in front of you…or more like people.

There they were in their full glory. Each looked the same as you remembered,as if they were ripped out of your phone screen and dropped into your world. Clutching onto the pot you tried to find the words to speak, but immediately rendered speechless.

Footsteps drew closer to you as all you could do was stare. A firm hand was placed on your shoulder from no one other than Guido Mista.

“We missed ya you know? How long has it been for you? Feels like forever to us.”

It had been awhile since you heard Mista’s voice. You missed it especially when he would throw jokes and small innuendos at you. His large black irises staring directly into your e/c orbs. Your heart began to beat faster and swell at his prolonged eye contact.

“M-Mista…”

All of a sudden you felt a force crash into you and a wet sensation on your shoulder. There was Narancia sobbing his might out as he clutched onto your arm with a death-like grip.

“I missed you, we all missed you! I’m so glad you came back y/n, don’t leave again!” Narancia incoherently sobbed.

The sight of him holding onto you for dear life brought you back to your senses. He was actually real, they all were standing in front of you waiting for you to do something. Turning your full attention towards Narancia, you began to hug him back trying to find a way to come back from his ongoing breakdown.

“H-Hey, what do you think you're doing Narancia? Don’t hold onto her that tight! You're practically squeezing the life out of her.” Came forth Fugo.

Fugo stepped closer to you trying to separate the crying teenage boy away from your shaken form. His cold hands on your warm skin was another sensation you felt besides the tears practically being smeared on your arm.

“No Fugo, let go I deserve to hug her! It’s been forever!” He wailed.

“We all want a chance to talk to her, you can’t just run up to her like that. Look at her, she looks like she just saw a ghost.”

“Yeah I agree with Fugo, you totally cut me off and pushed me out of the way!” Mista intervened, joining in on the small squabble.

Behind the three of them were the rest, the quiet ones of the bunch. Abbachio stood there glaring at the three who currently swarmed you, but he looked less harsher than usual. Bucciarati smiled, his eyes trained on you and only you, almost as if he was stuck in some type of trance. Then there was Giorno. He looked the most calm yet there was something going on behind those emerald orbs, something you couldn’t quite pin-point.

“It’s so nice to see you guys, I was beginning to think that it was all a dream.” You spoke, silencing the three around you and fully focusing their attention on you.

The small taps of Giorno’s progressing footsteps made you look up. His angelic smile outlined by his beautiful plumped lips made you question had he always been this attractive. Sure he was more attractive than any regular person, but this was obviously pushing it.

His long elegant hand grabbed ahold of yours, pulling it closer to his chest. A long elegant stride was made towards you as he looked down into your own widened eyes.

“You looked quite surprised, displeased even. We came all this way to be with you cara.”

His statement resulted in you frantically shaking your head. Displeased? They really took your astonishment as displeasure from you?

“No please guys I don’t mean to sound sad at all or anything! I’m actually really happy you know?” You breathed before taking your attention off of Giorno and acknowledging the others.

“For the past few weeks I’ve been contemplating if everything I’ve been through with you guys was just an actual dream in itself. I woke up after leaving your world-Italy and was just laying in my bed like I took some nap. Everyone told me it was just a dream and I should just go on with my day. The only thing that was leading me on was the scar I had gained during that battle with the boss.” You paused before continuing on.

“You guys have no idea how hard it was for me to just even think that everything I’ve been through with you all was just a dream. I’m just so glad that I was wrong!” Letting out a chuckle you smiled at all of them.

All had stood still feeling the same emotion they all had the day they realized the meaning of you in their life, love and infatuation. Their hearts speeding up at the sight of your smile they had come to miss and think about every chance of the day. They had taken you for granted, but fate was merciful and given them another chance to accomplish what they should have done in the first place.

It wasn’t that they were ungrateful and mistreated you, why no, they just didn’t realize how important you were in the first place. You were like an angel sent from the heavens itself and that smile was one of the many reasons to prove. Your small delighted chuckle was another sign of a harmonious harp playing in the distant heavens.

Giorno’s hold on your hand got more firm as he brought your hand up to place a gentle small kiss on your smooth skin. The airy feeling of his lips lingered with a tingling sensation around the small spot. His emerald eyes shining with a small smile accompanying it.

The marching of feet interrupted the stupor Giorno had bestowed upon you. A pair of violent-yellow eyes glaring at the younger male in front of him.

Abbachio’s eyebrows furrowing and the forming wrinkles on his forehead indicated another session of insults that were about to be thrown at Giorno in front of you. Just like before with Man in the Mirror, his finger made its way to the opening of Giorno’s suit and pressed harshly against it resulting in Giorno losing his grip on your hand.

“Listen here you little shit, just because we're fortunate to see y/n again doesn’t mean you can place your hands all over her! Especially you of all people.”

“I am only expressing my appreciation of being granted the chance to see her. Shouldn’t you? All you have been doing is standing in the back. It would seem that you were the one with the least enjoyment.”

Before Abbachio could retort at the young blonde's comment, Bucciarati stepped forth beginning to lecture the two. This inciting chaos to fill the room once again with Narancia pouncing back onto you with Fugo lecturing him in doing so, Mista complaining of the lack of attention he was getting, and the arguing three men on the right side of you trying to justify how both of their actions were just.

A small headache was arising from the mish-mash of chatter and harsh repetitive embrace that was on your left arm. As much as you missed them, you were pretty beat from school and not only a bad day at work.

“Hey guys…?”

All of their heads snap towards you at an alarming rate, it almost frightened you how in sync they were.

“I know how excited we are to be with each other again and I’m sure you must’ve all had a rough journey on getting here or something, but I’m really beat after today.”

They all just blinked at you, not saying a word. Abbachio looking a little less angry than before with Bucciarati who stared at you with a tranquil gaze. Giorno as well staring as if nothing had happened with the twenty-one year old adult. Mista looked like he was cut-off in mid sentence with his finger still pointing at Fugo who had his back turned but head turned to be able to meet your gaze. Narancia remained in place, only looking up but still managing to not let go of your arm.

Bucciarati was the first to move, taking calm placid steps to you. His olive tan skinned hand meeting your unoccupied shoulder.

“Listen everyone, y/n is right. She must have had a stressful day and we should let her rest. It wouldn’t be fair to ask much more from her than her hospitality of letting us stay.” Bucciarati announced.

Your eyebrow perked a little at Bucciarati’s comment. Sure he was right about the being tired part, but jumping to conclusions that you would house all six of them. Not like you wouldn’t of course, it was just a little surprising at the bold assumption the Passione capo had. He was older than you and experienced much more than you had ever had, he probably already knew with the smart thinking he had to do on an everyday basis.

“That means you should let go of her arm, Narancia.” Fugo spoke up, earning a small hum from the mall latched on your arm.

“That means you should let go of her arm now.”

“No, I don't wanna let her go! You don’t want me to let go right y/n?! Narancia whined, receiving a scowl from Fugo.

“Enough arguing you two, did you not hear what I had said?” Bucciarati shouted, stopping the two from going into another argument like Abbachio and Giorno had.

Narancia reluctantly let go of you, but kept his violet eyes trained on yours. It was as if all of them wouldn’t let you leave their sight. You didn’t really think much of it, yet it still was perplexing with the gaze of six men constantly on your form.

“Well then I can’t have you all lounging about in my room. It’s kind of really small enough to fit me and my bed…yeah er…I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that. I can situate you all in my front room like outside my room and around the corner.”

All of them were still silent, not saying much and waiting for you to continue on except for the small pout Mista wore after trying to explain the bed scenario.

“I know that my apartment is like really small and probably is not luxurious enough for all of you, but it beats being on the streets right?” You awkwardly tried throwing in a joke.

Not picking up on your joking tone, they all started to protest on how your warm welcome was just enough or that it didn’t matter to any of them.

“I don’t have much in blankets and pillows wise, I’m not used to housing six people other than myself. I hope that also isn’t a big problem…I can move the couch back a lil further and remove the small coffee table that’s there.” You rambled on, placing a hand on your chin.

You absent-mindedly walked out of your bedroom and to the little living room ahead. Your apartment really wasn’t all that big. You had an apartment resembling one of a studio. A large sized room with a kitchen and living room in it, although there was a door and a small hallway leading into your room. It wasn’t that long and the other side was the small bathroom used for guests, but the apartment wasn’t made for company this large.

All of the gang wordlessly followed you as you still seemed to ramble on about housing arrangements. They all stopped and carefully observed you as you pushed the sofa back like you said and the coffee table out of the way creating a large open space on the soft furry carpet you had. Walking over to where there was a cabinet and picture frames on top with what they assumed were the friends of this world you have, you pulled different blankets out and set them on the couch.

You looked up checking on the gang just to see their eyes still on you, like that was a major surprise on your part. Letting out a small smile you pushed past Mista and Giorno going into your room and coming back out with more blankets. You set them down with the others and patted the pillows on your sofa to puff them up a little to get a cushy feeling.

“I know this is not much, but I tried for now. I can take a day of school and work calling in sick then we can all get you stuff because apparently I really don’t have enough for you all. This is the only night you’ll deal with being this uncomfortable, I promise”

“You have no need to worry bella, we're here with you and that is all that matters. Having said you would pause on your daily priorities really means a lot to us and we couldn’t find a way to thank you more. Please rest easy tonight.” Bucciarati replied with a heart-warming golden smile.

Taking one last look at all of them you couldn't help but reciprocate Bucciarati’s radiant kind beam. Giving a small wave you walked into your room and shut the door. You slid down it in silence trying to take in all that just happened. It wasn’t really silence due to the little thumps from the other room or the incoherent muttering you couldn’t make out. Silently to yourself you prayed that this time it wouldn’t be a dream, that they would be awake to greet you like they once had back in the spring of Italy 2001.

Shuffling over to your bed, you begin to get ready for the night. You took off your makeup and changed into your sleepwear to get ready for bed. Sliding in the cool sheets that were absent from blankets you once slept with due to the new unexpected company in the other room.

You laid there staring at the pitch black ceiling before getting washed away with the feeling of drowsiness. Closing your eyes you finally succumbed to sleep which put ease to your subconscious worries of waking up to an empty apartment.

What you failed to notice was the creaking of the door and the six figures that accompanied it hovering over your sleeping form.