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jombocostello · 4 years

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narancia with a tomboy s/o

Anonymous asked: Could you write for Narancia and a really tom-boyish s/o?

sure! i hope you enjoy :)

Narancia is, at his core, a giant ball of energy. Most of the gang really isn’t able to meet his level when it comes to enthusiasm, so when you show up, it’s a complete game changer.

Instantly everyone can tell that you’re more of a tomboy. You spend nearly all your time outdoors, whether it’s bike riding through the city or playing a quick round of football with some passing kids on the sidewalk. You also seemingly have an aversion to average “girly” things, which isn’t too surprising considering your occupation.

You have no trouble at all integrating yourself into the group’s dynamic. They all take to your brash, unapologetic attitude, and they’re delighted to see that you’re more than happy to take part in their sometimes juvenile banter. Truly, you’re one of the guys.

And Narancia is utterly smitten.

He’s never met a girl whose personality meshes with his so damn perfectly. After you settle into the gang, he does his very best to make a good and meaningful impression on you - which means he follows you around like a puppy for a little while. You find it funny and endearing, and after you get to know each other a little better your friendship becomes much more natural.

You wind up spending a lot of time with Narancia. He’s such a bright, enthusiastic guy, and you always have fun when you’re with him. You listen to a lot of music together after you find out you have similar tastes, and you spend lots of sleepless nights laying on the floor of his room and just chatting endlessly about anything. You also try your best to protect him from Fugo’s wrath during study sessions, which he’s eternally grateful for.

He decides that he has to tell you about his feelings after a couple months of being inseparable friends. It’s early in the morning when he barges into your room and all but yanks you out the door, yelling excitedly about his great plan for the day. You just laugh and go along with him; you trust him to know how to have fun.

As it turns out, his grand idea is to teach you how to skateboard at the local park. He cruises a few circles around you with the biggest grin on his face, and he laughs uproariously when you push him off the board once you’ve decided he’s just showing off.

You take naturally to athletics, but your balance isn’t the best. Narancia holds your hands, much more gently than you’d expect from him, as you attempt to ride down the sidewalk. Mostly your gaze is focused on the ground, but a couple times you chance a peek at Narancia. He looks at you with an expression that you hadn’t been expecting. He’s just softly smiling, somehow grateful and giving all at once.

It takes an hour or so, but soon you’re able to ride and do a mediocre ollie. Narancia congratulates you endlessly, but of course he also gloats about how great of a teacher he’s proved to be. He’s a little confused when you don’t tease him back, but you can’t; he‘s the reason you had such a lovely time today.

Unfortunately, you've been emboldened by his praise. Your hubris convinces you that you can perform a kick flip, and because Narancia doesn’t have a sensible bone in his body, he agrees. You give it your best shot, but unsurprisingly, you utterly wipe out.

The scrapes on your knees hurt like a bitch, and as you push yourself up, Narancia drops to his knees and helps you.

“I probably should’ve told you not to try that.”

You laugh a little at that, despite the pain.

“Yeah, no shit. It’s alright, though.”

He then asks you if you’re okay about a hundred times. Once you finally convince him that you’re not mortally wounded, he sits down and grabs a few bandaids out of his pocket. He had brought bandaids in case you fell...? You’re shocked and suddenly blushing. It’s a weirdly romantic gesture in your mind, and the way Narancia's eyes dart away from yours tells you that might be what he intended.

He places a bandaid gently over your cut, asking in a low whisper if it hurts. You tell him no, you’re fine, and he nods and takes care of the rest.

Once you’ve been patched up you cross your legs, scooting yourself until you’re seated on the grass. Narancia follows you, then suddenly he takes your hand with both of his.

You look up at him, taken by surprise, and he takes a deep breath. He seems completely out of character.

“I like you. I really, really like you, (Y/N). I never know if it’s the right time to tell you - I dunno if this is even it, but I - you’re the best. You’re fucking awesome.” His face splits into a wide grin, and he keeps talking urgently with what you now realize are nerves. “So I guess I’m asking if you would wanna date me. Today was kind of a date, right? Maybe a test-run of a date? And I think - well I think it went pretty well. So if you would want to, then - uh...” His stream of consciousness has run dry, and he stares at you in a mixture of hope and fear.

God, he’s adorable. You can’t think about anything except for how perfect he is in this moment, and you launch yourself forward into his arms.

He yelps as he catches you, very nearly avoiding a fall into the grass behind him. You lean back, grinning from ear to ear, and almost instantly he returns the gesture. “Yes! Yeah, of course. God, you’re the best.” And you swallow him up in another hug. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re sure his is too, and you can’t stop smiling.

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No one is surprised by your and Narancia’s relationship. In fact, the first thing Mista does when he finds out is yell at Narancia for taking too damn long to say something. It’s all in jest, though, and everyone’s happy for you and your new boyfriend.

Somehow you manage to spend even more time together. Your stands compliment each other perfectly in battle, and you’re both completely ruthless on the battlefield, so Bruno usually assigns the two of you to the same missions. Fighting alongside Narancia isn’t a distraction - in fact, it’s an incentive to beat the shit out of your enemy so that you can keep spending wonderful time with him.

Days where you aren’t working are always incredible. You both have an affinity for action movies, so you often cuddle up together on the couch and put on the most dramatic, action-packed movie you know. Gladiator and The Matrix are favorites of you two (but not the rest of the group; they’re very annoyed by your and Narancia’s loud cheering after every victorious battle sequence).

You go on lots of walks through the city together, usually near sunset. It’s on these walks that Narancia starts to open up to you about his past, and all of the struggles that he endured to find Bruno Bucciarati and his group. You’re not the best with comforting words, but you always give him the tightest hug and ensure him that you’ll always be there to listen.

On days like those, you’ll sit in the park where you first learned how to ride a skateboard and gaze out at the setting sun. Narancia’s usually a complete goofball, doing things like using his headband to give you a horrible hairstyle or making completely nonsensical jokes until you cry laughing, but on days like these he’s usually silent. With his hand clasped in yours and your head resting on his shoulder, he’s beyond content.

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When the two of you turn against the organization and everything you’d come to know, Narancia is horrified. He can hardly believe what he’s done - he’s betrayed the people that gave him everything, he’s put a target on his back, he’s left Fugo behind. You sit beside him, your arms wrapped tightly around him, and you shut your eyes. “Are we... (Y/N), are we gonna be okay?” His voice is shaky and he’s still crying hard.

You grimace and then suck in a deep breath. You sit up and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, trying to be as calming as you can manage.

“...Yeah. Yeah, we’re gonna be fine.”

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gather-ye-sinners · 4 years

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Hii are requests really open?? (I know its a dumb question but i always get anxiety because im afraid i sent one at the wrong time). But like yeah, can i have headcanons for the bucci gang and what they would do with an s/o that suffers from hypocondria/nosophobia and is really scared of getting sick? Consider this a reference to the present coronavirus outbreak that has been giving me extreme anxiety :( ... also your blog is very cute and all your pieces are amazing keep it up 💖

Heck yeah, they’re open bb no worries! Thank you doll! I got your back for this one. Remember to wash/sanitize your hands gang. Cover your cough and if you feel sick and can, see a doctor just to be safe. I hope this brightens your day!

Bucci Gang x Hypochondriac/Nosophobic! S/O

Warnings: Discussion of Disease, Discussion of Fear, and Possibly Triggering Content.

Bruno Buccellati:

As a professional gang mom, he’s worried right along with you.

Mainly about Mista for obvious reasons.

He’s aware of all the panic buying going on and does his best to get the necessary items.

Soap, wipes, food, and medicine.

He does his best to try and calm your anxiety.

He’ll wash his hands with you and make up random songs.

His favorite so far is one he made up about fish that’s very catchy.

He might start humming it to calm you down.

He’ll help you clean whatever you ask and do any amount of laundry you acquire.

You might have to chastise him about zippering things away instead of cleaning them.

Who needs gloves if you can zip it and forgit it!

He personally thinks Giorno won’t let anything happen to the gang and suspects he has some sort of Golden Experience shenanigans going on.

Fugo did tell him about their fight with Illuso, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did something like that.

He assures you you will be safe and well protected as his S/O.

He knows words aren’t much, but he’s taken to hugging you with Sticky Fingers.

He can’t be contaminated if he’s technically not real right?

Leone Abbacchio:

He’s mad cuz his Opera got postponed.

He had box seats with the best view in the house god damnit!

He’s personally not very worried.

“It’s just like a bad cold right?”

He loves you though so he’ll help you buy supplies.

He’s touched you care about his health too.

Tries to be supportive, he’s very worried about you.

In fact, even Moody Blues is worried.

You’re the only one to hear the gentle whirrs and whizzes of comfort Moody can make.

Really into the idea of hunkering down with you until it blows over.

His heart soars at the idea of doing domestic things with you.

Also, people are disgusting.

He tries to take your mind off of it by doing stuff with you.

He’s not usually the type to play entertainer, but for you, he’ll make an exception.

He’ll put on some classical music, dress in a nice suit complete with gloves and ask you to dance.

He’s one hell of a waltzer and likes to dance.

If you tell the gang though Corona will be the least of your worries.

Guido Mista:

This is the worst time to try to love this man.

Noah fence but he’s stinky.

The least concerned about it.

He’ll buck up and start being cleaner if he sees how shaken up you are.

The gang will thank you.

He’s got a holster for his gun now, and a full-length sweater.

You will have to coerce him into showering with you.

“Baaaabe! It’s no fun getting clean all by myself~”

The Sex Pistols start chastising Mista on your behalf.

It’s quite the show to watch a grown man be scolded by his six tiny sons.

Number 5 will tell Mista to use his tears to wash his hands if he has no water around.

Doesn’t mind staying inside and helping you clean.

Makes the Pistols help clean too.

They’ll be so happy if you make them their own little masks.

He’s not perfect with stuff like this but he tries.

Narancia Ghirga:

He won’t let on to it but he’s almost as concerned as you are.

He’s the type to listen to all news and accept it as fact.

He might not be much help.

He’ll help you stock up and hunker down in safety.

He can send Aerosmith for stuff if he needs to.

It’s just a little theft.

Not to rag on everyone’s fav orange boy but he’s an enabler.

He doesn’t mean to be, he’s just a bit naive.

Panic buys until Buccellati, or Abba tell him to knock it off.

He holds you tight to try and quell your anxieties, but being a bundle of nerves himself isn’t the best.

He can be oddly serious if you have a panic/anxiety attack though.

He gets you water and helps you in the best way he knows how.

Having fun of course!

If the gang decides to hunker down in the mansion together you can bet your ass he’ll be arranging games to pass the time.

His smash main is Pit.

His alt is Dark Pit.

If he decides to help you clean, your whole house will smell like orange disinfectant.

No negotiations.

Pannacotta Fugo:

If you thought his Purple Haze fear was bad hoo boy.

I’d go as far as to say he already has a stash of cleaning supplies.

He and Trish are cleaning buddies.

You two will be the most prepared.

Master of handwashing

May be attached to Buccellati’s Fish song.

As irrational as he feels it is to prepare for things like this, his stand’s existence, for once, puts his worry of judgment at ease.

He still refuses to let Purple Haze out though.

His favorite way to pass the time is curled around you reading.

If you ask nice he’ll read to you.

He does different voices for fiction works.

Will do everything in his power to help you calm down and get in a clear and functioning headspace.

Surprisingly good at meditating and mellowing out quietly if that’s what you like.

Really wants nothing more than to hunker down with you and hibernate it all out.

He has the comfiest room stocked full of books and board games.

Giorno Giovanna:

Really has no worry.

Golden Experience can take care of it just like it did with Purple Haze.

Has no real intention of doing this unless someone in the gang gets sick.

Reassures you of this every time you bring up your anxieties.

He’ll hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

His tactic is reassurance and comforting.

He’ll make you your favorite flowers and animals.

He’ll send cute little ladybugs that transform into loving notes.

He’s the Don now so anything you want you will have.

Hand sanitizer? Cool, he’ll send the newbies.

Face masks and gloves? They raided Cioccolata’s old place not that long ago and he had hella.

He’s very good at grounding techniques.

He just wants you to know you’re safe and protected.

Trish Una:

Oh lordy, this isn’t going to go well.

Trish being Mysophobic and you being Nosophobic usually play into each other well.

No germs, no diseases.

During an event like this though? Y’all are gonna be a mess.

She has a stockpile of Bed, Bath and Beyond and Bath and Body Works sanitizer.

She likes the glitter.

Your best bet will be to hunker down with her and wait it out.

Fugo and his S/O would hunker down with you if you need more company.

She likes to cuddle tight and watch whatever.

Enjoys baking and art type shows. They’re soothing.

Her guilty pleasure show is Say Yes to the Dress.

She might not be much help with your anxiety.

She’ll help you clean of course, but when it comes to your overwhelming thoughts they scare her too.

Luckily you have Bruno and the rest of the gang to help you out.

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redbeanboi · 4 years

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same anon for mista and i love your hcs! 💖 is it ok if i ask again but this time with him pining after you for so long and just wants to be out with it and sweep you off your feet and call you his if thats alright?

AHHH!!! I love pining. And I think Mista would be such a sweet sweet doofus in love so I have fun imagining these kinds of things for him. I’m going to do a hybrid between a fanfic and an hc post, so expect like… a story, but in bullet form??? hopefully that makes sense (and hopefully this is ok!!). Here’s some Mista pining for the longest time ever… FT. the members of the Bucci gang (and Trish), who collectively decide to meddle a bit so you can just start going out already.

absolutel y LOVIng the enthusiasm for our italian marksman,,,, so if you like this ask for more Mista because writing him is actually really fun for me

also i purposely made my grammar and spelling and my voice and such very silly for this thing so please excuse that. i’m having some fun too

**mostly written from Mista’s POV**

wordcount: 3.0k

it’s been a few years now that Giorno’s been the boss

and you joined the gang a couple years ago

haven’t really climbed up the ranks, but!! Bucciarati took notice of your good work and so did Giorno

so you were assigned to work with Bucci’s team

and you’ve been there for the past year and a half

and for the past year or so, mista has had the fattest crush on you

narancia and trish took an immediate liking to you when bruno introduced you

so they introduced you to mista

anyway it’s just

so easy to fall in love with you

you’ve got the heartiest and dorkiest laugh he’s ever heard and he loves it

face of an angel

loves how you know when to crack a joke and when to get serious

beautiful lips!!! pretty and soft looking and he just wants to kiss you!!

ahem–

right

beautiful eyes!! he has no idea how many times he’s gotten lost in them, but he’s stared at them pretty often

very very intelligent, always seen with a book when the team has downtime

mista reads a lot too, but he’s been picking up more books now that he’s seen you read

that way he can do something together with you

sometimes you’ll recommend books to him

he THOUGHT he would hate the philosophy book you recommended to him

he hates philosophy and hates overthinking anything

but it turns out, the course of love was right up his alley like you suggested

and now mista is more convinced than ever that you’re his soulmate

he’s like

dead sure

100%

you’re perfect to him

sweet, funny, caring–the entire package

unfortunately guido’s convinced that you’re wayy out of his league

usually he’ll ask someone out regardless

the possibility of being shot down never scared him before

“ya win some ya lose some”

thaT used to be his mindset

but with you?!! no

he’s definitely not risking that

he’s already got something pretty good going on with you

doesn’t want to wreck the current relationship you have with each other

you’re friends and you have fun with each other

it’s basically perfect!!

except

mista obviously wants a little more than that

kisses and cuddles and maybe some other stuff too if you’re up to it

but what if you don’t want that??

and if he asks you out or tells you how he really feels

what happens???

if you say no, what’ll happen to your friendship after that??

god now he’s overthinking everything again!!

anyway it’s valentine’s day

and the entire team celebrates together because none of you have any plans

and you’re all just hanging around giorno’s big fancy house in the posillipo district of napoli

everyone’s just lounging around one of the sitting rooms when mista gets up and excuses himself to get a drink from the kitchen

Trish notices he’s been in the kitchen for way too long tho (and isolating yourself from the rest of the company is NOT party behavior)

so she goes there, sees Mista feeding the Sex Pistols a bunch of snacks and decides to take action

“Mista”

“mhm” Mista feeds number 5 another chip, looks up at trish and then goes back to feeding his babies again

final straw for trish

“oh look it’s y/n” trish points over his shoulder and mista immediaTELY scrambles around the counter and starts to stutter “I was just joking, calm down”

at least he’s snapped out of it

“don’t make jokes like that!!” mista huffs and smooths his sweater down before like, triple checking to make sure you’re not actually within earshot

“what’s the matter with you? you always get so jumpy when someone mentions y/n” she starts wagging her finger at him. “is it because you think y/n’s cute?? or is it because you have a crush on--”

“i don’t–i don’T have a crush on y/n!!” he starts digging around giorno’s fridge for a drink and just settles on cracking open a peroni

yes, mista

drink some beer

that will totally solve your problems

anyway he does like you

the thing is

he’s not sure if you like him back

and usually he’s ok with people knowing if he has a crush on someone

but now that it’s you he wants to keep it to himself

he’s always considered bucciarati, abbacchio, narancia, fugo, giorno and trish like family, but he’s not about to admit he has a crush on you

because he knows 100% that they’ll all tease him,

((ok maybe not giorno so much, but guido definitely wouldn’t put it past the other five))

he’s just not about that lifestyle

especially because narancia and trish would definitely end up letting it slip to you

and he can’t have that

no sir

when someone even slightly suggests that what mista feels for you is more than just plain old friendship he just goes pffFFfffTT me? no. no crush. i don’t do dating. or crushing. too busy for that crap

but like

cmon

everYONE knows

it’s pretty damn obvious he has a crush on you

always being the first to volunteer to get paired up with you on missions

always the first to shoo away any creep who tries to flirt with you

also he definitely throws longing glances at you whenever you’re not looking

has stared at your lips

and bruno’s caught him doing that MORE than once

((seven times now, if you must know. bruno’s been counting))

“are you going to talk to y/n tonight?” trish asks, nudging him. “neither of you have said a word to each other”

mista’s cheeks flare up immediately

now everyone knows you’re single

even mista

it’s the only reason why he’s letting himself daydream about you

but just the thought of asking you out makes him want to piss himself

he’s part of a gang, yes

he’s also part of bucciarati’s team

he’s been through life or death scenarios

he’s been at death’s doorstep more times than you can probably count

he has a place among these hardened criminals

but you just make him SO so nervous

he can’t look at you straight in the eye for more than three seconds before he starts blushing and looking away

and either you’re too dumb to notice or he’s just so so out of your radar that you ignore all his obvious feelings

“was wondering where you guys went” narancia came to get a drink too, cracks open a beer too and sits on the counter. “what’re we talking about”

“we’re talking about how much mista loves y/n”

“oh i love talking about that–wait” narancia coughs on his beer.

mista knows EXACTLY where this is going. “don’t–”

“you and–” narancia claps a hand over his mouth and starts laughing “i KNEW IT”

and soon enough everybody else (minus you) has joined them in the kitchen

everyone’s teasing mista about you (minus giorno, who’s just shaking his head), narancia’s making kissy noises

abbacchio keeps making these “just ask her out already, you idiot”

Bruno is saying “you’ll never know what happens if you don’t say anything, and we all know you want to say something–”

fugo is telling him “if you don’t take your shot now, you might not get your chance”

mista wants to SCREECH

“shut up! what if y/n hears you idiots”

and fugo goes “has anyone else noticed that thing that mista does, where he feeds y/n a bite of his food ALL the time, but he never does it with us unless we ask”

“or the one time mista took a bullet for y/n”

“or that one time he broke y/n’s umbrella so they’d HAVE to share his umbrella”

“it was broken, idiots! that’s why I shared mine”

“mmmmhm sure it was”

and fugo nudges mista a little too hard and mista spills beer on himself

“fuck you guys” and mista grumbles and shoves past them to go to the bathroom upstairs

everyone exchanges glances

giorno just jams his thumb into his temple and sighs. “how have they not gotten together yet?”

literally everyone in that room has actively tried to push you two together

none of it has worked, obviously

you aren’t making a move

neither has mista

you two are adults but you’re acting like teenagers

except most teenagers prob would’ve acted on their feelings now

and just two minutes after, you stroll into the kitchen super grumpy

“why did everyone ditch me in the sitting room?”

“oh we were just talking about you” bruno hums and pops a biscotto into his mouth

“yeah? what about?”

“talking about how wimpy you and mist–MmmP” Abbacchio claps a hand over Narancia’s mouth before he finishes

“want anything to drink?” fugo asks. his eyes are darting around like crazy and you think its s u s p i c i o u s !!!

“it’s alright I’ll get something later”

giorno wants to conduct a little experiment

mista doesn’t want to talk about his feelings for you

and you haven’t said anything really, but he has a feeling you’re not going to deny any of this

“oh, there you are mista”

and immediately you just duck under the counter behind giorno and start fixing yourself–hair, shirt, EVERYTHING

giorno just stares at you

so do the others

god its official–you and mista were made for each other

“god help me,” abbacchio gives you a hand. “what’s up with you? slip on a wet patch or something?”

you glare at all of them. “Why the hell did you do that?”

giorno smiles. you’re all pretty familiar with each other so cussing and acting a little friendly isn’t an issue.

but now bruno wants to go upstairs and dunk mista’s head into some water and tell him to just ask you out already

it’s so infuriating for them

everyone knows how much you like each other

everyone

everyone except you and mista anyway

and you’ve liked mista for almost the same amount of time he’s liked you

it’s not your fault!!!

Mista is beautiful

the most beautiful face in the world!!! and the body of a greek god

sculpted like some fancy statue

he’s sweet, can be very polite

does his job so well

smart

best, dreamiest smile you’ve ever seen

great taste in food

the best person to talk to–never too serious, but you always know he’s listening

always super super protective and considerate towards civilians and is TOTALLY against getting normal people wrapped up into their fights and work

and he’s so perfect

also not to be a pig, but you can definitely appreciate what a great ass he has

“you like mista, don’t you?” trish asks

you shrugged. “so what if I do? lots of people like mista”

“but you LIKE like him”

you’re not going to flat out deny it

otherwise giorno might take it as “oh y/n doesn’t want to be paired up with mista anymore for missions, so blah blah blah”

and nope, can’t have that

you can at least tell your new friends about your feelings

not that you’ll act out on them of course

and you’re shy about it still so you’re not going to even tHINK about telling mista

it’s fine you can just read books next to him forever

and then just watch when he finally finds someone he likes and goes out with them instead

ouch

speaking of mista

where is he

“so,… where’s mista?”

“he’s in the bathroom, but he’ll be coming down soon” fugo just points to the staircase

giorno just adds “i was thinking of taking us all out for dinner too”

so half an hour later you’re at libeccio

which is great, service and food are sublime

except you’re seated across the table from mista

and he’s not looking at you

so you just decide to talk to abbacchio and bruno since mista’s ignoring you

and mista gets a little nervous and sees how you’re talking away with abbacchio

and fair enough, abbacchio’s a great guy to talk to once he’s warmed up to you

and he’s smart and good looking

and mista’s convinced that maybe you’re just into older guys!! and bad boys!!

abbacchio’s got that aesthetic nailed down

mista starts wondering if he can pull it off

and he looks at abbacchio’s get up and gets pretty depressed

yeah, that’s not happening

you’d definitely make fun of him if you caught him dressing up like abbacchio

and he kinda stares into the bottle of mineral water on the table and spaces out

fuck this he’ll just pretend he’s on a date with you and zone everyone else out

and all of a sudden giorno looks at his watch and gets up from his seat

“I’m sorry, it looks like I’m going to have to leave early–I forgot about an appointment I was supposed to have”

mista looks confused

so do you

everyone else though is like “yeah that makes total sense giorno”

and you’re looking at them all like ??? “It’s night time”

and Bruno, the underboss gets up too

“I should probably go with you actually,”

and then Abbacchio quirks a brow…. and then a couple of seconds later sighs and adds “actually I think I have to go home and water some plants”

and you’re getting annoyed at this point “I thought you guys wanted to celebrate valentine’s day together!! I could’ve stayed home and watched movies or something tonight, jerks”

and then fugo leaves because he’s suddenly got some errands to do

and narancia and trish leave when they realize they’ve “suddenly got mani-pedi appointments” even though…. all the salons are closed at this hour

and you’re PISSED

mista stays behind though, and you’re actually really really happy about that

“thank god, at least I have you, right?”

and mista just laughs nervously

“yeah,,, I’m here for you”

and he WANTS TO SCREECH

but thankfully you just smile and clap your hands excitedly and lean over and share a menu with him

“ok !! let’s order some really expensive food and have them send the bill to the almighty ‘Don Giorno,’ huh???” and mista’s heart melts because

that is such a a brilliant idea

god you’re perfect

“yeah let’s do that,” and he just kinda basks in the proximity and lets himself get comfortable

and you both order some really tasty stuff!!!

affetati misti and burrata affumicata for appetizer (the pistols love it), risotto al pescatore and spaghetti alla carbonara for the first course, gamberoni alla griglia and filetto alla brace for the second course

and then you guys leave libeccio and find some gelateria

and you’re not really up for getting your own gelato because you’re so stuffed

but mista’s still a little hungry

and after that he offers to walk you home

the weather’s pretty nice anyway so you’re like “!! yes that sounds perfect”

and then halfway thru you ask if you can try some of his gelato and he’s like

“yeah,,, totally fine haha”

and he’s NOT screaming when you start helping yourself to his hazelnut gelato

and he kinda gestures at your mouth when some of it gets plastered to the corner of your lip

and you’re about to wipe it off yourself when he swipes his thumb around your lip

and he just kinda looks away and mutters “yeah, all good now”

the rest of the walk is super silent

so silent

not that either of you mind really

and then suddenly you’re at your apartment

and you’re about to say bye to mista

and it’s just you two and no one’s around and it’s Valentine’s Day so

why not give him a hug

so you lean in to give him a hug and mista’s like thinking ok this is happening and i am actually very fine with this

and he just kinda meets you halfway and hugs you

except he trips and all his weight kinda pushes you up against the door to you apartment

and it takes you a good minute to realize that

you’re kissing him

mista’s lips

your lips

and you wanted it to happen, yes but

oh no now everything’s RUINED

and mista just scrambles away when he realizes what he’s done and bows his head

and all of a sudden he’s babbling a bunch of nonsense and he’s so nervous

oh god it’s ruined

everything’s ruined

and he’s just moving his hands around and talking way too fast

and he’s so so full of remorse

and he tries to like lay a hand on your shoulder or like hold your hand or something but you’re staring at him like he’s grown five EXTRA heads

and maybe they’re all very attractive heads because he swears you’re blinking and babbling and looking away bashfully

and it’s so cute but he fucked up

he fucked up real bad

this is all his fault

“oh god, i’m so sorry” and he’s speaking so quickly. “please don’t leave. or you can i guess, i messed up–”

and you’re really confused because??? you thought he like flinched away because he DIDN’T like you

“i don’t understand what you’re saying mista–”

“it’s fine ! don’t worry about me, just–” he’s like shaking his head because he already messed up by kissing you, he doesn’t want to say something stupid “please just tell me what you want me to do? I know I fucked up”

and you’re just staring at him and he wants to be swallowed up by the ground right about now

“do you want me to leave you alone? i can ask giorno to transfer you to another team or something, please just–”

“I didn’t mind it”

mista just stops talking and looks at you … what

“I… actually liked it”

and he’s blinking

this can’t be real

you’re way way wayy out of his league

does this mean

“this is probably the worst time to say it, but I like you”

mista’s silent now

and then you have to swat him in the shoulder

“I said that i like you, you idiot”

and mista just gets this cheesey smile on his face and starts repeating it “you like me?? really???”

“i said it twice now, mista” and you’re just standing in front of him, hands on your hips. “at least say something back or-or SOMETHING”

and he does

he says everything

he just lets it all out

he’s liked you ever since he met you

he thought you were pretty cool already at first

and then he just got the biggest crush on you the more he got to know you

and basically

“do you…. want to keep doing this?? dinner and stuff”

and you nod so much your head might fall of your shoulders

and yes

it’s official

guido mista is now your boyfriend

unreal

and

when you guys come to work the next day and are chatting up a storm and mista just leans on you and has this big goofy grin on his face

everyone’s watching and noticing

and bruno just smiles and shakes his head

and you’re just glowing!! and smiling ear to ear

abbacchio just goes

“took you guys long enough”

ok but

im so sorry this was long--

but i love mista he’s my son and i want him to be in LOVE!!!!

best boy in the world, point blank.

fr though guys, if you want more fic/hc hybrids like this

let me know…. this was actually really fun and like

super stress free,,,, no pressure at all,,,, just all fun and laughs!!!

sidenote: that book i linked, “the course of love” is actually a very good book…. and if you’re a total romantic or just love the idea of love… then I highly recommend that you read it. i know mista would love it.

#asks #anon #guido mista x reader #guido mista #pining #we love pining #ugh this was so cute and fun

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llamamicrowave · 4 years

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My Big Family on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25871098/chapters/62862025

Summary:

Jojo sibling AU Stands still exits. Jonathan has a slightly stronger version of hermit purple. And to compensate for such a weak stand he and Joseph learned Hamon. Johnny and Gappy are their cousins who live in America. Ships in tags

Notes:

Pure cringe. Beware..

Chapter 1

School Sux PT.1Chapter Text

Ships (Minor but exist)

-JonaErina (The only important one)

-Joseph x Suzi Q x Ceaser (Leave me alone)

-JotaKak

-Very minor GioTrish

-Jolyne x Ermes

-GyJo

Jonathan POV

Hi! My name is Jonathan Joestar! A little about my self? Well, I'm 26, I have 4 younger siblings that I take care of since my father is always working. But it's fine I love taking care of them! I have a girlfriend, her name is Erina Pendleton and I'm planning to propose to her soon! Please don't tell her that, or any of my bothers, I don't want them to roast me for being a softy again.

Even though I am the oldest I can't be there some times, so when I'm not there my brother Joseph is in charge. But Joseph sometimes can be... How can I say this without sounding rude? Stupid? Immature? Idiotic? Well, yes to all of those.

Since Joseph can be a bit dumb at times, dad gives responsibly to Jotaro. He's pretty chill but sometimes can come off as rude. It's all a fake though, he loves marine life (especially dolphins lol) and when he was ten he told me he wanted to be a Marine Biologist! So in short, he's a dork.

Then there's Josuke and Jolyne the twins. There the youngest in the family. Josuke is the oldest by a few minutes. He's a goofball but can be serious if needed. Like if someone insults his hair he could go as some might say, Apeshit.

Jolyne, our only sister. Her personality is much like Jotaro. She just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. I can't really say much about her since I'm being blackmailed by her and Jotaro. They're so alike it's scary.

I know I said I only had 4 siblings but there's another I didn't mention. 3 years before Joseph was born my father adopted a "friend" of his's son, Dio Brando. Dio was, excuse my language, a dick ever since we were kids. He ran over my dog Danny with one of his "friends" cars. As soon as Dio turned 18 he moved to Italy to become a lawyer. But that wasn't the last time I saw him.

While in Italy Dio, had a child with a woman he didn't even know. That woman neglected her son and allowed her husband to abuse him.

"She would leave days at a time and leave little food for him." I looked at the toddler sleeping in his arms, he had black hair and a cute bowl cut. "He's only a kid, he can't survive like that," Dio said to me.

"..."

"I can't let him have the same childhood as me." he looked dead into my eyes. I finally understood where he was coming from torturing me all these years.

"..." I stayed quiet.

"But I'm not taking care of this kid."

And now he lives with us! His name is Giorno Giovanna-Brando-Joestar. He is only a year younger then Josuke and Jolnye. And that's my family!

And remember when I said my dad works a lot, that was a lie...

He died on Jotaro's 11th birthday. He and my stepmother were hit by a drunk driver. Jotaro blames himself for the crash. It's not his fault though, he had no control over it. He was only a kid. I'm sorry to drop this on you now but with my father's death made me like a father figure to them. Dad would be proud.

Ages,

Jonathan- 26

Johnny- 22

Joseph- 20

Jo2uke- 19

Jotaro- 17

Josuke- 16

Jolyne- 16

Giorno- 15

Narrator POV

Jonathan woke up first as normal and recapped his schedule,

Ok, so I have to make breakfast, Make sure they're ready for school, go to work, and meet up with Erina, and? What else do I have to do? ...Oh yeah! Take away Joseph's phone for getting arrested yesterday! Next time he should, you know, not try and run over his WHEELCHAIR BOND COUSIN! Goodness, I got angry again, sorry about that.

Jonathan arose from his bed and began his morning routine. He showered, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day.

He then started to make breakfast for his big family.

Joseph likes bacon with coffee.

Jotaro likes toast with coffee.

Josuke likes eggs with juice.

Jolyne likes yogurt with coffee.

And Giorno likes vegan pancakes with tea.

Oh yeah, Johnny, and Gappy and/or Jo2uke are staying with us! I wonder what they want? I'll just make them eggs.

A door opens from upstairs. Giorno walks out from his room to the bathroom to get ready for school. He liked waking up before the rest of his family.

When Giorno was done getting ready he walked down the stairs, and greeted Jonathan as he sat down.

"Good Morning, Jonathan."

"Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, I think s-" He was cut off by a door slamming shut. Very loudly.

"Must be Jotaro. Jolyne must have gotten in the bathroom first." Giorno commented.

Jonathan laughed. "I guess so."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Good Morning, retards!" Jolyne came prancing down the stairs.

"Jolyne, that isn't nice," Jonathan said sternly.

"You're right, Joseph isn't here right now." she sat down. Jonathan sighed. saying nothing back to her, defeated.

"Where is Joseph anyway?" Giorno asks.

Jonathan scoffs, "I told him to be awake at 6:00 sharp."

"Why 6:00?" Jolyne asked

"That's his punishment for trying to run over Johnny yesterday."

"Ohh yeah! I remember now!"

"Your next line will be, 'The things he'll do for 20 bucks,'!" a voice from inside the pantry spoke.

"The things he'll do for 20 bucks- JOSEPH!" Jolyne yelled.

Joseph popped out of the pantry fully dressed and looking proud.

"I've been up since 4 am!" he said proudly.

"Did you have another nightmare?" Jotaro said sarcastically walking down the stairs.

"Yes actually, Ocean Man!"

"What did you say?" Jotaro asked sternly. Even though Joseph was 3 years older than him they were about the same size.

"He called you, OCEAN. MAN! O-C-E-A-N M-A-N!" Josuke called from the upstairs bathroom.

"Fuck off." Jotaro sat down. "Langage, Jotaro!" Jonathan told him.

"Joot, you seem more pissy than usual, are you on your period?" Jolyne asked smugly.

"Jolyne, I'm not in a good mood and I want you to know I will not hesitate to choke you out and then feed it to your simp."

"Anasui is not a simp!" Jolyne defended.

"Funny, how you knew who I was talking about without saying his name."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Have fun at school!" Jonathan yelled at his younger siblings.

"Yeah, fun and school don't mix well," Jolyne yelled back.

Joseph usually carpools with Ceasar and Smokey. Jotaro drives him and his friends to school with Jonathan's car. (Jonathan drives there dads car to work). Jolyne caught a ride with her girlfriend Ermes. Josuke walked with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi. And Giorno either walked by himself or ride with his older friend Bruno, today he was alone with his thoughts.

Joseph POV

"Ugh, collage sucks!" I groaned. "Suck it up buttercup It's only the beginning of the year," Ceasar said, reading a book.

Asshole.

We were in the library supposed to be studying but I got a bit distracted. See Suzi Q was also in the library, by herself. Nobody around her, the perfect opportunity to ask her out, but this blonde bubble-blowing bitc-

"Stop staring at Suzi, it's starting to get creeping now," Ceasar said still looking at the book.

"And why should I?"

"1. We should be studying, and 2. Your so small no girl wants to date you." that asshole wrote something in his notebook.

I. Was. Annoyed to say the least. I mean it's true, BUT YOU DON'T SAY IT! So I did the only rational thing, put him in a headlock.

Good thing the library was empty except for a couple of people who were used to our bullshit by now.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU BUFFOON!?" Ceasar said, or at least tried too.

Ha, get rekt, bitch.

Jotaro POV

"Ugh, I hate school."

"Can you stop being edgy for 5 seconds?" Polnareff asked.

Dick,

"Can you guys stop arguing and actually help!" Avdol said while he was doing the science assignment, I don't know why. Fucken dork.

"Kakyoin is literally sleeping!" Polnareff wined.

"Kakyoin has had a long day."

"Yeah... what are we talking about?"

"So, sleeping beauty is finally up," I say.

"I know you meant that as an insult but I'm taking it as a compliment, Aurora was fabulous!" Kak laughed like the maniacal little gay shit he is.

"Aww, you guys are so cute!"

"Polnareff focus on the experiment!-" the test tube cut him off, by exploding.

"..."

"Finally something exciting," I said because it was fucking epic.

"I mean this would not have happened Joot and Kak weren't flirting with each other."

"Wtf."

Josuke POV

"Math is hardddddd."

"It's not that hard, Oku."

"Bullshit."

"Okuyasu, you should probably pay attention to my lesson instead of complaining." our math and gym/Hamon teacher Lisa-Lisa said to my friend Okuyasu, and trust me no one wants to get on her bad side, the last person to do that was Joseph, he still has nightmares, and he graduated.

"Yes, Josuke?"

"Is this going to be on the test?" I ask so I could know what to remember.

"Most of it will. But if you're asking me if you should listen in class or not, the answer is yes." it felt like she stared into my soul at that list part.

The bell rang

Lunch finally! Freedom at last!

"Your homework is to study for the quiz I'm giving you on an undisclosed date!"

Giorno POV

I walk over to bleachers outside of school where my friends (And Abbacchio) usually eat.

"Hey, guys." I quietly say. Right now there is only, Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, and... Trish. Anyways as soon as Fugo and Narancia get here the peace will be ruined. Right now Bruno was talking to Mista and Trish about some party this Friday, and Abbacchio was on his phone with headphones on.

"Hello Giorno, how was your morning," Bruno asked.

"Eh, it was fine. Jolyne almost got ORAed."

"What else is new," Trish said drinking her mineral water. Wow shes really pretty, what?

"SUP BITCHES!" Narancia ran up to the bleachers with Fugo following behind him, sighing. Well, that was fun while it lasted.

#jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo's bizzare adventure stone ocean #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #ships #jjba ships #cringe #dinopants

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jootsmcgoots · 4 years

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Like the Sun and the Sea (Abbacchio x F!Reader) SFW

So of course the first fic that goes up during my Fanfic Writer Appreciation fic-posting spree is, well, the very first fic I wrote for this fandom.

This was my very first work for JJBA and it was based off of a match-up i got from @headoverjojo (Sorry to tag you again Tricia ^^; while i’m here tho, love ur work and all that you do!) It was my very first match-up and I still remember it extremely fondly ;w; So here we are again boys to throw the first baby back onto this blog.

I’m not gonna repost the matchup because I abandoned my old blog due to personal and safety reasons, but the tl;dr is that I got Abbacchio and I was like “wow that’s neat I didn’t see that coming but hell yeah i’m down to clown!”

And so I wrote a fic based off of it.

I’ve written way more work since and I can see the bits of my style that I kinda miss or feel like I’ve lost in a way, but at the same time I’m proud to have come as far as I have. I don’t really write that much (as I only write on a ‘when i feel like it’ basis), but I can see where I have improved.

More on that later. We’re here to read cute shit now.

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Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2194

Summary: You spend a nice quiet day at the beach with Abbacchio after everything that happened with Diavolo.

Except you’re a big dumb and your boyfriend is a big grump, so things hardly stay quiet.

Banter, fluff, and shenanigans at the beach.

AO3 Link!

The gentle crash of waves, the distant cawing of seagulls, and the wind brushing past you were some of the few noises that you registered as you sat on the beach in relative silence. You absent-mindedly drew some random doodles in the sand with your finger while you waited for Abbacchio to come back from the car with the ice box.

The two of you had decided to take some time off together and decided to spend the day at the beach. It was currently vacant, as the spot you had chosen was a little out-of-the way and not very well-known. But for the two of you, it was perfect. After all, you simply wanted a bit of quality alone time with your lover; he deserved at least that much after what he had gone through with Diavolo.

You recalled the memory with a shudder and shook your head. Pressing harder, you sketched more lines into the sand to distract yourself. Sure, the journey wasn’t pleasant for anyone involved; you’d had a few close scrapes and near brushes with death yourself. But the very thought of Abbacchio’s near-miss with the boss sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what could have happened to him.

Thankfully, your thoughts were interrupted by the soft thump of the ice box against the sand. You looked up to see Abbacchio setting it down and rising back to his full height to survey the scenery in front of him.

“Not too heavy?” you asked, tilting your head at him. He looked back to you and scoffed at your words.

“Of course not.”

“Still, I told you I could help...” Even though you knew Abbacchio was probably the most physically fit member of the gang and could probably handle the ice box just fine, you always felt bad whenever it felt like everyone else was doing all the work.

“I can handle it by myself.” He bent to ruffle your hair a bit, to which you couldn’t help but give soft laugh. “And anyways, I don’t know how much help a little twerp like you would have been.”

“Hey now, I might be littler than you, but you know I’m stronger than I look!” You offered a confident look on your face that made Abbacchio chuckle. While you rummaged around the box for a drink, he looked down and stared at the drawings you had made in the sand.

Abbacchio raised a brow. “What are those? Is that one supposed to be me?” You mumbled out an affirmative as you took a swig from the juice bottle you had selected.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you responded, “Yeah. I was bored while I was waiting for you. See, that’s you,” you pointed at the grumpy face with long hair that pointed upwards at the ends. “Bruno, Trish, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno, and me.” You pointed to each drawing as you listed off the names, one by one.

Crouching down, he inspected the crude drawings and hummed. “Do you always do dumb little things like this when I’m away?”

You huffed at him, indignant. “They’re not stupid!”

“They’re stupid and ugly,” he shot back, egging you on.

With a short “Ha!”, you responded, “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Maybe on a proper medium.”

“Ehh? Art is art. It doesn’t matter what medium it’s on. And anyways, art is subjective! I think you’re just being an ass.”

Abbacchio just chuckled in response as he sat down next to you on the towel, staring out at the ocean. Not saying much, he chose to just enjoy this moment with you. Then he felt you plunk your head down onto his shoulder, leaning on him while you puffed your cheeks out in that adorably huffy way. He reached for your hand, which had been resting in your lap, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Abbacchio smiled to himself when you offered no resistance and in fact eagerly reciprocated the gesture, holding his hand in yours on your lap.

A moment passed before you broke the silence. “Well, it’s fine. It’s not as if my drawing skills are what…drew you to me.” Your face split into a stupid grin as you heard Abbacchio groan in exasperation.

“Ah great, here we go…” You heard him say, and you turned to see Abbacchio tilting his head backwards in annoyance.

“You’re just envious because I’m quicker on the draw when it comes to these things.” The grin on your face grew wider as you returned your gaze back to the sea. You didn’t even have to look at his face to know that he was grimacing now.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) please.”

“It’s not my fault that you’re so draw-matic about it! I’m just having fun!”

The last one earned you an even louder, even more annoyed groan. “Really?” he deadpanned, unamused. You merely flashed him a cheeky smile full of teeth and giggled as he released your hand to pinch his brow in annoyance.

Once you had come down from laughing at your own jokes, you took a breath and continued. “I swear, it’s amazing that you haven’t thrown yourself into the ocean after all of these dumb jokes,” you said with that stupid, cute sunny smile of yours. He both adored it and wanted to smack it straight off your face. “Honestly! I would have expected you to go into one of your fits by now.”

He snorted and began to stand, a wicked idea coming to him. “Why would I do that,” Abbacchio said the words slowly, and suddenly you felt his hands grabbing for you. In a swift movement, he had you hoisted into his arms as you squeaked in response to suddenly being lifted and being much higher up than you were before. “When I can just get rid of the nuisance myself?”

And with that, he began striding towards the shore with you in his arms. You kicked, struggled, and squirmed the entire way while pleading to him in-between your laughter.

“Leone! Leone, no! Don’t! Leone Abbacchio, you wouldn’t dare!”

Alas, your struggle was futile as he kept an inescapable hold on your wriggling form and your complaints fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend waded out into the shallower waters, deemed his position to be a sufficient launching point, and chucked your screaming form into the air. You soared a short distance before plummeting straight into the deeper waters with a large, satisfying splash.

Waves lapping at his shins, Abbacchio stared at where you landed in quiet amusement while you emerged from the water, splashing and gasping for air. Even then, you couldn’t help but give him an incredulous laugh. “What was that for?” You shouted from the waves. He huffed, calling back, “You know damn well what it was for.”

You pouted and made a whining noise. “That’s mean! What if I drowned or something? That would be on your conscience forever, you know.”

Abbacchio merely shook his head at you, a grin of his own forming on his lips. “Well, at least if you drowned, I would never have to deal with your stupid jokes ever again,” he teased. You feigned shock and hurt with a dramatic gasp.

“Yeah? Well, I’d just come back as a ghost and then you’d never ever be free of me.” You wiggled your fingers in a way that was meant to be spooky or creepy. “I would do nothing but whisper puns into your ear all night.”

“Then I would just ignore you and pretend that I never noticed you. Then you would be left haunting me the rest of my life, but would feel alone for the entirety of it.”

“Whaaat!” You drew out the word. “You’re such a mean boyfriend.”

He threw you a somewhat smug look. “Am I?”

You pouted and idly splashed around in the deeper parts of the water for a bit before a dumb idea surfaced in your mind. “Okay, let’s test it then!” you proclaimed in a cheery voice, and put on the highest, cutesiest voice you could muster.

“Oh no, Weone! Pwease hewp me! I’m dwowning!”

You could see Abbacchio tense up in annoyance in response to your antics. It was subtle, but you could see his lips flatten into an expression of irritation. You knew he hated that joke, but you pressed on.

“Pwease Mr. Abbacchio! Pwease hewp! I’m dwowning!” You couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore as you kept pleading to him in an obnoxious, sing-songy voice. “W-Weone! Weone, I’m dwowning! The water is wising! Ub-bwub-gwub! I won’t wast wong!” At this point, your words started to peter out as you had fallen into full-blown peals of laughter that filled the sky as you struggled to keep your eyes open from the tears forming in them.

Which is probably why you hadn’t noticed Abbacchio wading out farther and farther into the water where you were until you noticed your surroundings getting darker and felt him firmly grasp the back of your head. He held you there for a moment, and, without missing a beat, you threw him a sultry look and commented, “Oh. I wasn’t aware you were into…underwater sports.”

Abbacchio scowled slightly at you, muttering, “Ugh, (Y/N), you immature, little…” You could see his brow crinkle further in annoyance as you tittered in sheer amusement at your own dumb joke. Before you could make an inappropriate joke about regular “watersports”, you felt your head being forced downwards. His annoyed expression was the last thing you saw before Abbacchio roughly dunked your face into the water and held you underwater for a moment, watching the bubbles rise up to the surface. After a second, he raised your head up from the water, gave you another second to breathe, and then dunked you once more.

“Aughh--!” SPLOOSH!

“Leo--!” SPLOOSH!

“Come on---!” SPLOOSH!

“It was just---!” SPLOOSH!

“A joke!” SPLOOSH!

Once you had ceased all talking and were reduced to coughing, sputtering, and the occasional giggle, Abbacchio released his grip on your head and settled his hand on your shoulder as you leaned up against him. You were still giggling from your own shenanigans, as well as the sudden rush of playful (albeit somewhat rough) actions from your boyfriend.

He sighed out, “You really are a silly idiot. What am I going to do with you?” Despite the bite in the words themselves, you heard the teasing and loving tones in his voice and smiled to yourself.

You peered up at him, slicking back some of the hair that was covering your eyes. “Apparently you’ll throw me into the ocean like some sort of cursed object, and then dunk me in the water several times. What kind of boyfriend does that? Do I look like a Lebowski? Do you want me to tell you where the money is?” you quipped with an impudent grin that only grew wider when you saw his expression crack into a grin of his own as he shook his head at you once more.

Then you felt the hand on your shoulder dip lower to your back as Abbacchio pushed you close to him, pulling his arms around you into a hug. You shuddered as a pleasant warmth enveloped you, contrasting against the cool water you two were standing in.

“Hmm? Haha, Leone…” you breathed out. “What’s this all about?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Pffft. To you, everything I say is stupid. So I get to say damn well what I please.”

“Hmm.” He seemed to ponder your statement. “That sounds about right. So, fair enough.”

“You asshole.”

During your exchange of words, you had wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly in a hug of your own.

“Hey, Leone?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. I really do. I’m glad that you’re here.” Your grip on him had grown tighter at these words.

Abbacchio closed his eyes for a moment, committing the feeling of your arms around him to his memory. In those seconds where you two just held each other in silence, the water splashing against him gently, he began to think to himself. After everything that had happened, he was glad to be able to spend this time with you like this, to be able to listen to your silly jokes, to be able to just banter and tease each other like this, to see the corners of your eyes crinkle with mirth and your lips turn upwards into an unashamed, jubilant smile that would give way to a laugh that would cause his heart to flutter and threaten to cause his lips to pull into a small smile of his own (no matter how unamused his reaction seemed to be).

You were a stupid little fool, bright and brilliant. And you loved him.

He hummed affirmatively in response.

His voice came out as a low rumble that you could feel emanating from his chest. “I love you too.” And his heart blossomed with warmth when he opened his eyes to see you smiling widely at him, for him.

#my writing #niko writes #fluff #fluffy #my fanfiction #my fic #Vento Aureo #Leone Abbacchio #female reader #reader insert #female pronouns #s/o #post vento aureo #silly #puns #sfw #beach day

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plagueofsquid · 6 years

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Head Over Feet

My secret santa fic! For @anime-imagines-galore. Here’s some sweet giomis.

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“You guys can keep a secret, right?”

The Pistols stared back at Mista with their best approximations of innocence, and he sighed. “Okay,” Mista said. “If you tell, no food for a week.”

“No fair!” No.5 whined. “We’ll starve!” The rest erupted into a chorus of similar complaints and theatrical crying and why couldn’t Mista just have a normal Stand, one that didn’t talk back?

“Shut it!” No.1 screeched, loud enough to drown out the others and leave Mista’s ears ringing. “I wanna hear the secret!” One by one, the Pistols quieted down, looking up at Mista expectantly.

Mista swallowed hard. His mouth was dry all of a sudden, and he was probably blushing again. Fucking emotions. “You promise not to tell?”

All of the Pistols nodded, suddenly the pictures of honesty. Bullshit. The little shits may technically also be Mista, but they’d sell him out for half a slice of salami, no question. But he needed help, and there wasn’t really anyone else he could talk to. Not if he wanted to keep it a secret. Turns out there were downsides to only having gangsters for friends.

“Fine. I’m taking Giorno on a date.”

It was pandemonium. Mista hadn’t asked for this. Stands were supposed to be helpful, like a ghost buddy or a Pokémon or something. Not annoying little fucks who spent half the time yelling and the other half sleeping. But at least they seemed happy with the development, even if the celebrations were a bit much.

No.7 tried his best to shake Mista’s hand. “Fucking finally! When are you two gonna get hitched already?”

Mista was definitely blushing now. “Shut up! It’s just a date!”

No.6 rolled his eyes. “Puh-lease! Just a date?”

“Yeah!” No.3 chimed in, unhelpfully. “You’re crazy about him!”

“It’s like ‘Giorno, please! Please fuck me!’” No.2 collapsed in an exaggerated swoon into No.1’s arms, fanning himself with his hand like a lady in an old movie.

“That’s you,” No.5 added, just in case Mista hadn’t gotten the message.

Could he kill his own Stand? It would probably kill him as well, but at this point that sounded like a relief.

The worst part was, they weren’t entirely wrong. Mista had certainly had… thoughts about Giorno. Entirely inappropriate thoughts to have about his boss, but that hadn’t stopped his stupid brain shoving them in his face. Giorno was just too damn pretty. And smart. And confident and beautiful and determined and maybe the Pistols did have a point after all. Mista definitely had a thing for Giorno. And it should have just stayed a mysterious, undefined ‘thing’, but someone up there had it out for Mista.

Giorno was a strange boss to work for. Mista was supposed to be his bodyguard, but this was Giorno they were talking about, he didn’t need a bodyguard. People didn’t fuck with Giorno, at least not more than once. So Mista’s job was more like moral support. Not like Giorno really needed that either, but he seemed to enjoy it anyway.

And every so often, he would make some comment about being free over the weekend or wanting to see a new movie or did Mista know that the flowers were blooming in the plaza, maybe they should take a walk sometime, just the two of them. But Mista couldn’t proposition his boss, men got murdered for much less, and anyway he wasn’t good enough for Giorno.

Mista had hooked up with girls miles out of his league before, but Giorno was on a whole other planet. Everything about him shone, like the stained glass windows of a cathedral, all colors and sharp, defined shapes. And if Giorno was a beautiful picture of some holy thing, Mista was the floor. Useful, but made to be that way and not much more. Giorno deserved someone as perfect as he was, not just regular old Mista.

But yesterday Giorno had looked him straight in the eyes and said, “You’re taking me out tomorrow night,” like that was a thing people did, just asked someone on a date out of nowhere. No, not even on a date. Giorno had asked Mista to ask him on a date, which was a total Giorno move. And like most Giorno moves, it didn’t really make sense but happened anyway. So now Mista was taking Giorno out on a date.

The Pistols were having a great time, just laughing up a storm, the little fucks, and Mista was no closer to a solution. So as the laughter finally died down, he gave them a serious look. “C’mon, guys. I need your help.”

That got their attention, and they all hastily stood at attention, like they hadn’t just been mocking him a second ago.

Mista sighed. “I don’t know where to take him.” Sure, he’d been on dates before, but Giorno was something special. He wasn’t just some girl Mista wanted to fuck. The regular stuff wouldn’t do. “Any ideas?”

Turns out that was a mistake.

“The movies!” No.7 yelled.

“Yeah!” No.3 added. “Go see some romantic shit! Get him in the mood!”

“No!” No.1 screeched. “The beach! Swimsuits!”

“A carnival!” No.2 offered.

“A restaurant!” No.6 hopped in place, waving his arms. “A really fancy one! Giorno likes fancy shit!”

The suggestions devolved into a mess of sound, and in the middle of it all there was No.5, quietly raising his hand like this mess was a really annoying classroom.

“No.5,” Mista said, raising his voice just enough to be heard over the others. They got the message, and grumbled into silence. “Do you have an idea?”

No.5 stared at his feet. “Don’t take him anywhere. Just hang out together in your apartment. You know, keep it real casual.”

“Okay, that has potential.” Mista wasn’t going to impress Giorno with a fancy meal or a carnival. There were very few things that could impress the Boss of Passione. But a quiet evening at home sounded… pleasant. Like something he couldn’t fuck up too much.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad.

—

Six o’clock. Mista had said six o’clock, and Giorno was never late. And that meant he had four minutes left, because of course it was four.

His apartment wasn’t much, comfortable enough for one person but not anything impressive. Mista liked it that way. He didn’t spend much time at home anyway, so a smaller space suited him.

Mista had tried his best to clean up, but it hadn’t done much good. He was naturally a bit messy, and that was only amplified by the fact that he hadn’t bothered to put his stuff away for like a year. Came with living alone, along with plenty of leftovers and the ability to be naked whenever he wanted.

But now that was biting him in the ass. Giorno would be there in three, no two minutes, and Mista’s apartment could be charitably called a fucking wreck. So the date wasn’t going great so far and it hadn’t even started yet, which probably wasn’t a good sign.

And just as Mista realized he had forgotten to put the dishes away again, there was a knock at his door. There wasn’t any avoiding it. Mista took a deep breath and opened the door.

Giorno looked like a dream. He wore an exquisite suit, probably some designer label that Mista had never even heard of, all black with gold details, and there were flowers woven into his blond hair like a crown. Living flowers of course, but they shone like jewels, like nothing Mista had every seen.

Mista stood there, staring like a fucking weirdo for longer than he’d like to admit, before he realized he should say something. “Wow.”

“Too much?” Giorno looked down and nervously fiddled with the hem of his jacket. “I can get rid of the flowers.”

“No. It’s fine.” It really wasn’t. Mista was still wearing his usual sweater and jeans and Giorno looked like a fucking Greek god. “Come in.”

Giorno stepped into his apartment and holy shit, Giorno was in his apartment, where he most certainly did not belong in his tailored suit and his leather shoes. Mista’s apartment, where he had once gotten a wad of half-chewed gum stuck on the ceiling for like a month (long story, hanging posters was hard). Why had he thought this was okay? Because it wasn’t. It super wasn’t.

“This is nice,” Giorno said and smiled, because he was always so polite, even when telling lies.

“Oh. Thanks.” Mista could feel his face turn red. “Do you- do you wanna sit down?”

“Sure.” There was an expression on Giorno’s face that Mista hadn’t seen before. It looked so alien on his delicate features.

Mista gestured at the couch. It was mostly clean, except for a stack of magazines on one end, which Mista realized with a sinking feeling, contained a few titles that Giorno definitely should not see. Mista couldn’t really be blamed for having those, he was a teenaged boy living alone after all, but Giorno didn’t need to see them. So he hurriedly scooped up the pile of magazines and ducked into his bedroom. They could hide in his closet for now. Surely Giorno wouldn’t look in there.

By the time Mista returned to the living room, Giorno was sitting comfortably on the couch like a king on a throne because that was really the only way Giorno sat anywhere. He had something commanding about the way he held himself, and he didn’t seem able to turn it off. Like the curls in his hair, it just happened.

“I like your apartment,” Giorno said. “It smells good.”

“What?” Mista’s apartment didn’t smell like much of anything.

Giorno’s eyes went big. “Nothing.” There was that strange expression again. Was he afraid? “Rounding up the drug teams is going well. I think we can finish the task over the next few months.”

“Yeah.” Mista sat down next to him and stared pointedly at his own hands. “I think so too.”

“And Buccellati is handling the trafficking ring in Sicily. He said he won’t need backup, but I’m thinking about sending some anyway. Just to be careful.”

“Good idea.”

“Thanks.”

The room was about quiet enough to hear a pen drop. It could be going worse, Mista supposed. Giorno could have actually murdered him. But it could also be going a lot better.

Giorno was the one to break the silence. He pointed at the console by Mista’s TV. “Is that a Famicom?”

“N64,” Mista answered. “Narancia gave it to me last Christmas. Not sure where he got the money.”

“Do you play games on it?”

“Yeah.”

Thankfully, the most uncomfortable conversation Mista had even been in was interrupted by the buzz of his doorbell. He stood up and answered it. Pizza. Mista couldn’t cook very well, not well enough for someone like Giorno, so he’d thought it was a good idea to order pizza. Everybody liked pizza. But now, as he handed over the cash and shut the door with the box in his hands, he realized that was a mistake. He should have at least ordered something fancy.

There wasn’t really any backing down now, so he put the box down on his rickety little kitchen table and got plates out of the dishwasher and pulled up an extra chair. If Giorno was offended, and surely he was, he was doing a great job of hiding it.

Over dinner, Giorno talked about business and things started to seem normal again. He had recently met with the head of operations in Southern Italy, and there was a lot to explain about the trouble with the hierarchy. The previous boss had left Passione in a tricky position with power was divided between regional leaders and Giorno’s reforms required a strong centralized system and that made things difficult.

Giorno was so interesting to listen to. He saw things that no one else did, the little connections and loopholes that he could exploit. Where most people would see a closed door, Giorno saw an opportunity. The way he explained things, it was like uncovering a whole new way of thinking, like he wasn’t describing the same stuff Mista knew and understood. He could listen to Giorno for hours, just talking about the simplest shit.

This was how Giorno should be, confident and smooth and not the least bit scared. But whenever the conversation left business, he got that look again and struggled for words. Mista wasn’t much better, but at least he was consistently terrible.

When they were done eating, they returned to the couch, and Mista floated the idea of a movie. Giorno seemed more than willing to quit worrying about conversation for an hour or two. Mista chose at random, and that ended up being Dirty Harry because why not the least Giorno kind of movie out there. But once it started, Mista realized his choice hadn’t really mattered. Neither of them were watching.

Giorno made the first move. As the old TV flickered to life, he grabbed Mista’s hand like he was trying to steal it and held on tight. It wasn’t quite romantic, but it was somewhere close. And by the time the movie really started, Giorno was practically sitting in his lap. The flowers in his hair tickled Mista’s nose and Giorno laughed when he sneezed and it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Giorno didn’t laugh very often, but there he was, wrapped in Mista’s arms and giggling like a schoolgirl.

The next hour and a half was maybe the best of Mista’s life. Giorno was warm and beautiful and now that the initial barrier had broken, he was brave. Nothing dirty just cuddling, and somehow that felt more intimate than sex. So even if the date was a failure, at least Mista had gotten to hold him for a little while. And that wasn’t enough, but it was better than he deserved.

The credits rolled and Giorno checked his watch. He sighed when he saw how late it had gotten, and sat up. “I have a meeting in the morning.”

“It’s fine,” Mista said. “You’ve got work to do.” Of course Giorno didn’t want to spend the night. Mista had proved himself a shitty potential boyfriend.

Giorno fixed the collar of his jacket. “This was nice.”

“Really?” Maybe that was going too far, but Mista was a fucking idiot and maybe Giorno was telling the truth.

“Yeah,” Giorno said. He bent down and kissed Mista on the cheek. “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

And he left Mista sitting on his shitty couch in his shitty apartment, wondering how in the world he had gotten so lucky that maybe, just maybe Giorno loved him back.

#jjba-secret-santa-2017 #giomis #jjba #Giorno Giovanna #guido mista #fanfic news #gonna be on ao3 soon #along with the other christmas fic #but that one might be late

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