"ONWARD MY FAITHFUL STEAD OF DESTRUCTION!" You screamed as Mista ran up the stairs with you on his back. You had his beanie on your head as you held onto it with one hand with the other wrapped around his chest.

Bucciarati was out of the house and left Abbacchio in charge while he was away for the afternoon. It was Thanksgiving somewhere in America and you were planning on making yourself a mini Thanksgiving dinner later today if you got the things you needed at the store later.

You were currently horseplaying with Narancia, Mista, and Trish, while Abbacchio, Fugo, and Giorno watched from the sidelines.

Mista came to a halt and Narancia blocked your path with Trish on his shoulders.

"It's over (Y/n)! Trish has the high ground!" Narancia revealed as he held Trish on his shoulders rather than his back.

"You underestimate our power!" You declared as you climbed Mista and got on his shoulders.

"Don't try it!" Trish yelled as Mista backed up and got ready to run at them.

In a flash, Mista charged towards Narancia and Trish with a war cry as you laughed hysterically.

Fugo and Abbacchio were just sitting on the couch watching the whole thing unfold as Fugo recorded the events that were about to unfold.

Narancia crouched and moved to the side with his foot stuck out and tripped Mista up causing you to go flying.

"!"

You did a flip in the air before hitting the ground and bouncing back up in the air, and popcorning on the floor a few times before you stopped bouncing.

You laid there trying to process what happened before giggling and sitting up with an exhilarated expression on your face as you prodded the soft ground with your hand.

"IT'S LIKE A BOUNCY HOUSE!" You had stars in your eyes as you looked back at Narancia and Trish, the former was having trouble standing on the new terrain as Trish smiled at you.

You stood up and started jumping as Mista laughed at your childish antics.

You did a few flips landing only a few and immediately falling from how slippery the floor was.

Mista laughed and did a flip and immediately failing as you laughed. "Karama, bitch!" You pointed and laughed at him as Narancia bounced in place while Trish took a seat on the couch with the other three males.

You bounced over to Narancia and picked him up before bouncing really high in the air and throwing him down. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for Narancia's case, he popcorned really high in the air before you caught his falling form.

"Let me try that with you (Y/n)!" Mista yelled as you sat Narancia down on the ground. You shrugged and bounced over to Mista and let him pick you up as he started bouncing.

You were both gaining impressive heights as you wrapped your arms around his neck and laughed. He counted to three and let you go as you fell to the ground and got force back into the air. Your face was inches away from the ceiling before you fell back to the ground for Mista to catch you.

"Somebody better call God, because he's missing an angel!" Mista yelled his cheesy pickup line as you laughed and ruffled his brown curls.

"You should take your hat off more often, your hair is cute." You pulled one of the curls back just to let it go and watch the piece of hair bounce like a spring.

You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair once before jumping out of his arms and continuing to jump on the bouncy floor. You took off Mista's hat and tossed it to him before getting ready to flip.

"Watch this!" You bounced a few more times before doing a front flip and attempting to land it. You almost landed it excepted you pushed off at an angle and sent yourself flying back to Bucciarati's office door.

You busted the door down and landed on the broken door with a hard thud. Everything was quiet as you laid on the floor and processed how badly you fucked up. You sat up and looked at everyone's pale face before looking down at the shattered door you sat on.

"BUCCIARATI IS GOING TO FUCKING KILL ME!" You stood up and started to panic as everyone stood there stunned.

Mista doubled over and started laughing before Abbacchio coughed and glared at the male, shutting him up immediately. You gripped the side of your head and tried to think of a solution since the man himself would be home in a few hours.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" You got off the door carefully and looked at the remains of the shattered white door. You sucked in a breath and slapped yourself before getting a grip and calming down.

"Do you think if we clean up the broken door, he won't notice?" Narancia questioned before getting the side of his head smacked by Mista.

"You dumbass! He'll notice for sure!" Fugo yelled from the couch as he stood up to inspected the damaged door. If he could even call it damaged, it was more liked it was obliterated from the speed you hit it.

Giorno walked past him and up to your thinking form before lifting your arm and inspecting you for injuries. You allowed him to look over you as you continued to think of a quick solution.

You hummed in thought before your phone went off in your pocket. "Shit, my phone!" You reached in your back pocket and sighed in relief when it was undamaged. You were pretty sure this phone rivaled a Nokia at this point.

You flipped it open and looked at the text you received from Formaggio.

Fuckboy: Hellllllllllllllllllo!

Funky: Bad time, I just obliterated Bucciarati's door

Fuckboy: Damn, how did that happen?

Funky: Two words: bouncy house

Fuckboy: Riiiiight, I'm going to pretend I know what that means...

Funky: Don't expect you to... anyway what did you want to text me about?

Fuckboy: Oh! Ghiaccio told me it was Thanksgiving in America so I thought I would text you and wish you a happy thanksgiving!

Funky: Thanks but I don't think I'll be able to celebrate now... since I... you know

Fuckyboy: Want help? I'm sure everyone wouldn't mind helping you out. Only if we get food out of this of course

Funky: It's fine I'm sure I can find a new door and hide the evidence before he gets home. Besides, it's alright if I don't celebrate this year... plus I think my team wouldn't be too fond of the idea of everyone coming over

Fuckboy: Great! We'll be there in a few!

Funky: Formaggio, no... that's the complete opposite of what I said

Funky: Formaggio???

Funky: wtf dude

You let out a long sigh and closed your phone before looking at the door on the floor, then back at everyone who was standing there looking at the remains of the door scattered across the floor.

"You're so fucked." Mista stated as you rolled your eyes at the obvious.

"Anyone going to help me clean this up and go to the store to look for a new door?" No one raised their hand, causing you to let out an annoyed huff.

"Abbacchio... you were supposed to be watching over us so you have to help..." He shook his head and left to go to his room.

You looked at everyone else as they backed away and left.

Giorno patted your shoulder and looked at you with pity. "Sorry (Y/n) we don't want to suffer Bucciarati's wrath either..." He walked away and left you in the hall with your jaw hanging.

"Well, fuck you guys too then! I hope you know La Squadra is coming to help me!" That seemed to catch their attention as they came out of hiding and looked at you with shocked expressions.

"No, I'll kick them out if they set foot in this house," Abbacchio stated as he crossed his arms and glowered slightly at you.

"I don't think you can kick out stubborn male strippers without getting a few bruises, plus they're helping me fix the door." You motioned to the broken door with a lopsided grin.

He rolled his eyes before stalking back into his room with an irked expression. You poked your tongue out at him one final time before looking around at the peering eyes still staring at you.

"Got a problem with it, or do I need to smack you guys?" They immediately disappeared into a bunch of different rooms before you heard Fugo yell, "They better not bother us!"

"They always bother us, you dumbass!" You heard Narancia yell from downstairs before Fugo left his room to go smack the kid, possibly for calling him a dumbass.

You cleaned up the wood chips before hearing the doorbell ring from downstairs, pausing your work and letting you let out a sigh of relief.

"I got it!" You heard Narancia yell from downstairs, causing you to bolt out of the office and to go flying down the stairs.

You had a bad feeling about what the short male was going to do.

You slid into the hallway that connected to the door just in time to see Narancia pull a knife on Formaggio, who was ready to punch the kid in a heartbeat.

"!" Your stand came out with crossed arms in front of you, causing the males to look at the giant disco ball stand.

Your stand looked down at Naranica and picked him up by the back of his collar before rolling off to lock him in a closet or bedroom. "Ack! (Y/nnnnnn)~!" You heard Narancia's voice fade away upstairs before you looked back at your helpers for the day.

You were surprised to see all of la Squadra standing in the doorway before Blueberry spoke up. "WELL?! WHERE'S TEH FUCKING BROKEN DOOR AT, YOU DUMBASS?!" He immediately got hit by Illuso before you motioned for them to follow you.

You led them upstairs towards the broken office door. There it was in all its glory, shattered with wood chips neatly stacked in a pile ready to be thrown away.

You could hear a few of them grimace at the sight while a few tried not to laugh. Ghiaccio was the first to start laughing before you pouted. "It's not funny Blueberry~! It hurt like a bitch to go flying into it." You rubbed your back at the memory before crossing your arms.

"So what do I do? How do I fix," You motioned to the broken door, "'this.'" Formaggio hissed at the damage before walking towards it and kneeling to inspect the door.

"You're going to have to definitely buy a new one, what time does your capo get home?" You looked at your phone and hissed, "Four hours, there's no way I can find the same door and paint it in time while cooking a whole gran meal." You waved your arms around in frustration before you heard someone clear their throat.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'RE HERE FOR, DUMBASS?!" Ghiaccio hit the back of your head causing you to rub it in pain. "If we split up into groups then we can get this done in a few hours before your capo gets home." Prosciutto spoke his mind, everyone agreed with him.

Groups were picked. You were to go with Prosciutto and Ghiaccio to buy groceries to cook dinner. Risotto and Melone were to buy paint, Formaggio and Illuso were to look for a new door, and Pesci was to stay home to clean up the evidence. The plan was in motion.

You pushed off the ground and road the shopping cart as Ghiaccio walked quickly behind you with Prosciutto in another isle. You hummed and looked down at the list of food you were supposed to get. It was originally only intended for yourself to celebrate the small holiday alone, but now you were supposed to feed possibly two teams of growing men. Especially is half of them were man-childs.

"Slow down you bitch!" You heard the blue-haired male yell from behind you. You hummed a small jingle before stopping the cart abruptly, causing the contents to fly and hit the end of the cart.

You looked at the top shelf for pumpkin pie mix before huffing. There were only a few cans left and they were in the far back. You pushed yourself up on tiptoes and felt around for a can before feeling the tips of your fingers brush against the cold metal of the can.

You felt someone pick you up from behind, causing you to let out a small yelp and to look down. "Hurry up and grab the can before I drop your fatass!" You huffed and grabbed the can before being sat on the ground. "And you're a smartass." You snickered at his reddening face as he tried not to cause a scene.

You sat the can in the cart and continued to push the cart before stopping. "Let's go, Blueberry! We're on a timer here!" He briskly followed behind you before Prosciutto came back with a basket in his hand and a list in the other.

"You're up Ghiaccio, go get a turkey." Prosciutto unloaded the goods from his basket before handing it off to the ice gremlin.

You pushed the cart around a bit more and collected a few more goods before Ghiaccio returned with a large turkey in the basket. "Why are we doing this again?" He complained, causing Prosciutto to scoff and glare at him.

"Because we're getting food out of this and she's our friend." You put your hand over your heart in a touching manner. "Awwww, you guys really like my dumbass? I'm touched!" You swung your arm around Prosciutto before he shrugged it off.

"let's go, we don't have all day. Plus you're paying for the groceries."

"Fuck!"

"What color was the door again?" Melone questioned Risotto. The man let out a grunt before looking at the picture of the door. "White. Almost an off-white."

Melone looked at the paint cans and sighed before finding a close color. He held up to his capo as the tall man inspected the can before humming in approval. "That'll work."

Melone skipped after Risotto as they walked over to the checkout. The lilac-haired male stopped and peered at the small treats and licked his lips. "Do you think (Y/n) likes chocolate or gum better?"

Risotto placed the bucket of paint down and glanced at the smaller male. "I don't know, don't ask me." He reached over and plucked a bar of chocolate off the stand before returning to check out the paint.

Melone hummed in thought before grabbing both and piling it next to the can of paint. "I'll ask her when we get back and maybe then she'll let me use on her~!" Risotto looked down at him, causing Melone to gulp and laugh nervously. "J-Just kidding!"

"Good."

"How the hell does someone her size break a door like that?!" Formaggio laughed as Illuso snickered. "I don't know, but she must be made of steel to not break any bones while doing that!" Illuso commented as the two continued to howl with laughter.

The laughter eventually died down as they caught their breath and stopped at a door that looked pretty damn close to the door at her team's house. The two looked at each other before Formaggio used to shrink the door so he could pocket it.

They continued to walk around the store and chat.

"You gotta admit, she is pretty cute." Formaggio intertwined his fingers behind his head as he continued to walk next to the pigtailed-haired man.

Illuso hummed in agreement. "You don't think she's dating any of those stuck up brats, do you?" Formaggio stopped walking and raised a brow.

"I don't think she is. Why?" Illuso shook his head and continued walking.

"No reason."

You kicked the door open with paper bags of groceries in your arms as you let out a screech and ran to the kitchen. "You fuckers better not have hurt poor fish boi in any way or I'm coming for your kneecaps!"

You sat the bags on the counter and ran upstairs to check on Pesci. He was busy moving the door remains out of the room. "Hey, (Y/n)! I removed the doorknobGapp already so we could use it when we get the replacement door in and we have," He pulled out his phone to check the time before continuing. "about three hours left to get everything done."

You heard yelling coming from the kitchen causing you to wave goodbye before running back downstairs.

You saw Ghiaccio tackle Mista to the floor as Giorno jumped in to strangle the blue-haired male. Prosciutto was fighting Narancia and Fugo. Fugo slammed his shoulder into his side causing the three of them to topple to the ground while Trish and Abbacchio watched from the sidelines. Both drinking wine and chatting idly.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!" You screeched, causing everyone to stop what they were doing to look at you.

"THESE FUCKERS STARTED IT!" Ghiaccio yelled as Giorno got off him. "THAT'S NOT TRUE AND YOU KNOW IT!" Mista yelled as he pointed his finger in his face.

Your eye twitched in annoyance as manifested behind you. "You have five seconds to scatter before I start breaking bones even Giorno can't heal." cracked his knuckles as your team scattered.

"Why can't everyone get along like that one time..." You muttered under your breath as you brushed past Prosciutto to go to the kitchen.

You looked at all of the food on the counter before sighing and beginning to unbag everything. "Move, I got it." Prosciutto nudged you to the side before continuing to unbag all of your food to start cooking.

"Thanks..." You turned the oven on and filled a pot up with water before hearing the front door open and close.

"We got the paint~!" Melone sang as he came into the kitchen with a bucket of paint in his hand as he sat it on the floor in the doorway.

"What happened here? Why is everyone so tense?" Melone skipped up behind you before hugging you with his head on your shoulder. "My teammates are being ASSHOLES today." You screamed 'assholes' loud enough so everyone outside the kitchen could hear you.

Melone pouted on your shoulder slightly before bringing his hands up to move your lips into a smile. "Don't frown you'll get wrinkles. Besides, I got you something~!" He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum and a chocolate bar.

"Which one do you prefer more? Chocolate or gum?" You hummed in thought before reaching out to grab both. "Both because they're both good for stress." Melone licked his lips causing you to flench at the sound so close to your ear.

"Fucking gross, don't do that so close to my ear."

"What? Do you mean this?" He licked his lips again causing you to shutter in displeasure. "Yes, that! Bucciarati does that shit before he licks someone for an interrogation. You don't know true pain until you had that traumatizing shit happen to you."

Melone chuckled and back away before going to bother Ghaccio in the livingroom.

"Risotto can you come and help me prep the turkey?" Prosciutto called the older gentleman over as you walked away from the stove to go relax in the living room.

You could feel a giant bruise starting to form on your back causing you to grimace at the thought of trying to sleep with that on your back.

A hand landing on your shoulder caused you to glance over your shoulder and to stare into a set of crimson empty voids.

"JESUS FUCK!" You jumped back and realized it was Risotto.

He stood up to his full height and covered his mouth. You had no idea if he was trying to stop himself from smiling or if you offended him. Does he even smile? You had no clue.

"Sup?" He moved his hand away from his face and rummaged around in his pocket before handing you a chocolate bar.

"They were on sale." You took the bar from his hand and pocketed it before saluting him. "Thanks!" You leaned back and turned on your heel before leaving the kitchen to chill in the living room.