Above you and below you (la squadra x fem!reader)

50- so, this is goodbye

the final chapter of our beloved fic! thank you all for sticking around and making it this far with me

as some are already aware, this was only my second fanfiction i've ever made, so of course it sucked at first-- but i think i've improved!

and its thanks to you all that ive come this far at all!!

you all mean the world to me, and as i write this final chapter, i do so while thinking of each and everyone of you!

~also, please stick around for an extra chapter after this one! ill be featuring notes and extras that never made it into the final draft, and fic itself!~

side note: at the end of this chapter is a SUPER special surprise-- a final thank you to everyone as i bring this story to a close!

enjoy your final endeavor, y/n! you are amazing, and because of your strength, youve made me so proud!

au revoir~!

TW: mentions of suicide, trauma, and other disturbing things

(ALSO GUYS IM SORRY THIS HAS 5000+ WORDS IM NOT EDITING THIS SHIT THATLL TAKE FOREVER)

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"but he was complete shit!" melone yelled, tugging at his hair with a frown that wrinkled his face. "as if we'd choose anyone else!"

the photograph of snow's head sitting atop prosciuttos stolen body as if he were proud of what he, and the rest of your team, had done made your blood boil, and the anger that came from this only fueled the argument that was very soon going to break into a fight.

"he was our goddamn friend, melone! why are you acting like what you did was ok?!" you hissed, fist slamming onto the nearby table and leaving a dent. 

"because it was for you, the person he seemed to have no trouble bashing at any given moment!"

"jesus christ, mel! not everyone has to like me! its not like im gonna kill you if you dont!"

"you were, and still are, the most valued hitman we have! with strength unmatched, youre able to finish jobs that'd take hours in mere minutes! not to mention, you brought everyone back to life with your goofy personality, and made us feel like we werent doomed for hell!"

"ill have you know that youre still gonna end up there, you bastard! prosciutto didnt deserve the death he was given! i bet you didnt even give it a second thought when you volunteered him, huh?!"

amelia and devan weren't safe from the shouts that boomed throughout the house like would would assume, their small bodies tucked in a blanket in the living room as they attempted to drown out the fight with a nice movie-- turned on by 'uncle pesci'.

formaggio was quick to try and pull you away from melone as you raised your fist, only getting him caught into the trouble as well. "and you, you fucking idiot! what the hell were you thinking when you let our teammate, our good friend, get his head fucking chopped off and replaced by the enemy!" you screamed, whipping around to grip him by the collar.

"we wanted you back to normal, are you not grateful for what we did?!" he yelled back, snatching your wrist to try and pull you off of him (though it was clear he had little chance of that happening).

"i'd rather you just let me take my time to remember risotto on my own, you impatient brat! and now, with all this shit happening, i think its motherfucking time to let all my goddamn anger out and show you all how i really feel, how you've made me feel these past two damn years!"

[GOLDEN RULE] manifested his hand, intertwining it with your own in comfort as you began to scold each member of la squadra with no mercy left in your soul. "lets start with, hmm, i dont know, maybe ghiaccio! you wanna remember that time you said only you could yell at me?! the hell do you make me out for, a dog?"