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mrsgiovanna · 2 years

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Team Bucciarati reacting to their s/o saying "I love you"

Listen, this is just me brainrotting, it started off with me crying over Gio probably not hearing those words said to him and how he'd react and then snowballed into thinking about small scenarios with the gang

Bruno Bucciarati

Hand in hand, walking on the promenade, with the pretty Naples sunset as your backdrop... that's how you said it...

"I love you, Bruno" you said with a soft smile. He managed to remain stoic and elegant as the wind mussed up his usually immaculate hair. You could tell he had been moved by the way the blush dusted his and the tip of his ear when he moved a stray lock of hair. His grip on your hand tightened as he turned you to face him fully. Taken with how your form glowed, limned by the setting sun, he cups your cheek and returns the words with more affection in his eyes than you've ever seen before.

"I love you too... I had this moment planned out in my head, but that doesn't even come close to this,"

It was your turn to blush, your sudden shyness earning a small chuckle from Bruno, a small tug towards him saw you hiding your face in his chest, the moment was perfect, nestled in the arms of the one who knew you best.

Giorno Giovanna

What started as a simple act to make chocolate chip cookies to quell Giorno's craving had disintegrated into the floury, chocolatey mess you both were in. Your breath mixed with his as you looked up to try and dust the flour off his face and his hands ghosted over the chocolate smudges on your face before he decided it would be better (and tastier) to kiss them away. With giggles wracking your body and tears threatening to spill, the words left your lips and his life was never the same again. Over and over, it resounded in his mind... "I love you Giogio..."

Your laughter tapered off when you heard his breath hitch and saw his eyes shine. You were no stranger to his past and knew he wasn't the best at receiving affection just yet. Cupping the sides of his handsome face you reassure him with a smile, "you don't have to say it back, just know that I do... more than anything." The affection in your gaze coupled with the gentle way in which you spoke made him feel truly loved and gave him the courage to say it to you too.

"No no, I love you too... so much... I'm not the best at these things, but I feel thd same way... wait, I'll say it in the best way I know, close your eyes" he said as he started to glow and the utensils around you had turned into flowers. He quickly arranged them to spell it out and asked you to open your eyes with a kiss... where words had failed him, his gestures were unmatched.

Leone Abbacchio

Wine flavoured kisses in the arms of the one you loved most... lazy Sunday afternoons were your favourite time in the week. Sitting with your legs across his lap sharing a pair of headphones, neither of you were particularly interested in the music that played. You played with his hands rambling about how yours fitted so perfectly in his, played with his hair and marveled at his chiseled face... he was perfect and he was yours, just as you were his.

"Leone?" He answered you with a low hum,just as he did the first five times.

"I love you!" He froze for a second before smirking with a witty comeback

"A terrible decision really," you knew he meant it as a joke so you played along, "You're not my dad, stop lecturing me"

"Oh? That's not what you said- "

"Oh just shut it, I don't know why-" he silenced you with a kiss and simply said, "I love you too,"

Pannacotta Fugo

Fiercely intelligent and talented, Pannacotta was the most interesting person you knew. You knew of his troubled past and momentary outbursts, however you had also seen the genuine kindness and wit that existed within him as well. From then on, it became your mission to help this beautiful man see himself the way that you saw him. You listened to him as he played a melody on the piano that occupied the far corner of the sunroom. He had recently taken up the instrument again and you were enamored by how effortlessly he was able to make music that spoke directly to your soul. Transfixed by the music and by how handsome he looked while concentrating that much, you walked over to him as if the notes themselves had moved your feet and lavished him in praises once he had stopped. It was so endearing to watch how his cheeks flushed at your compliments.

"You're the most talented person ever, I love you Panna," you say as you wiggled your way into the space next to him on the bench, smiling your gentlest smile. The gentle flushed had turned to crimson as he searched for his words to reply. "I... I love you too..." amethyst eyes met yours, and your heart fluttered forcing you to look away for a moment to still your erratic heart. It was his turn to admire your flustered self, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Guido Mista

Stumbling your way around the VIP lounge at Naples finest club, you both inched your way through the crowd to get to the entrance. His arm protectively around your waist, flustered expressions on each of your faces, you were proud to be on his arm and he was just as taken with you. Finally outside, you decide to go home rather than going to another spot. He opens the door for you, and helps you into his fancy sportscar before entering the drivers side of the vehicle. Along the drive home, he kept looking at you to make sure you were okay, you kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, chalking it up to the drinks that were swimming around in your system.

"Doin' alright there, dollface?" You grasped the hand rested on your leg and replied that you were fine, glad to be away from the crowd and just with him. He always knew when your social batteries needed recharging, in fact he was in tune with most if your moods and it astounded you.

"I love you Guido, I love you so much," he looked at your doe-eyed expression with a confident grin, "of course princess, I love me too". You were about to fling his hand off your leg when he pulled into the driveway of his villa, switched the car off and grasped be sides of your face and said it back to you. You still sulked, but he'd remedy that by kissing you until he got to see your smile.

Narancia Ghirga

If sunshine was personified, it would take it his form. Fun-loving by nature, there was never a dull moment with Narancia, and you had cherished every moment with him, just as he did with you. You had been cleaning each other off after a particularly intense paintball session, his soft curses directed at Mista about how you could've gotten hurt not escaping your attention, when you were reminded of the other side of him. The other side of Narancia, the caring side that would see him put himself in danger if it meant saving you, and the flood of affection hit you, "Its okay baby, see? It's fine" you reassured him, cupping the sides of his face. Seeing the worry dissolve and give way to his usual sunny smile was enough to confirm it for you.

"I love you, Nara ♡" you say, hands linked around his neck playing with his hair. He instinctual pulls you into a tight hug and mumbles his affirmations about how much he loves you into your shoulder. He wishes he was the first to say it but this moment was perfect as it was, all because it was you.

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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Marionette's Strings (Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

For Giorno Month 2023! @mrsgiovanna.

Prompt: Nightmares.

Fluff Sentence: "Sleep, darling, I'll protect you from the nightmares."

This prompt was made for me. >:D

TW: Nightmares, Blood mention, Puppets

It was quiet, too quiet.

Giorno frowned as he looked around the office. Something was amiss in the air and dread slowly crawled down his spine. He stood up, eyes warily training on every nook and cranny of the office. Giorno decided to get a glass of water, to calm his nerves before he worked again. His Stand, Gold Experience Requiem, hummed under his skin frantically.

'Something's wrong,' Giorno thought. 'I can feel it. Something is really wrong here and I don't know what it is.'

He slowly descended down the stairs to the living room where he was hit with a strong sense of fear. The living room was cloaked in an inky, thick darkness where he could barely make out the various shapes of the furniture. He frowned as he grabbed the stairs' railing tightly, very careful to tread lightly on the steps. However, he slipped and fell right into some liquid.

"Huh," Giorno blinked, flabbergasted, and looked at his hands. "What, what the hell?"

His eyes widened when he saw what liquid stained his hands. It was a deep dark red with a strong iron scent. His stomach churned with the familiar discomfort of nausea as he tried to get away from this river. It wasn't until he was back in the office somehow. He looked all around.

"Giorno."

That was Bruno's voice. Giorno turned around to see Bruno standing there, looking at him lifelessly. Around his neck, arms, and legs were thin threads. The strings jerked Bruno's body erratically as it tumbled over to Giorno. Giorno bit back a scream, horrified.

"B-Bucciarati," Giorno stuttered. "How did this happen...?"

"What are your orders, Giorno," Bruno's voice mumbled mechanically. "We will follow you to the end, Giorno. We will die for you, Giorno." His voice sounded rough, scratchy, robotic. As if he was another mafioso.

"Bruno," Giorno whispered. "Bruno, what are you talking about?"

"You are the Don of Passione now, Giorno," Bruno continued on. "You control every single one of our movements." His arm waved and soon, all of Giorno's friends appeared in the same state that Bruno was. "It's all up to you, Don Giorno. You command us. You're our puppeteer."

"W-What?"

Giorno looked down at his hands in horror. His lithe fingers had been tightly intertwined with thin cords of string, like that of a puppeteer. He tried to get the strings off his hands but found that he could not move an inch. Giorno found that his own arms and legs were tied up in string.

"Yes," A low voice sneered in the air. "You are the puppeteer, Giorno Giovanna. But you'll always be a puppet in my hands."

Giorno dared to look up and saw a demonic Diavolo grinning down at him with his claws puppeteering Giorno's arms and legs. Giorno tried to struggle against the string, but it was useless, useless, useless...

"GioGio," A soft voice gently whispered. "GioGio, time to wake up. It's time for you to take your medicine."

Giorno's eyes fluttered open to see an angelic face looking at him and a soft hand petting his hair. For a few minutes, he was confused as to what happened while he was moved into a sitting position on the bed by the angel, who was none other than [Y/N]. A faint bell mixed with a light weight jumping on the bed and cuddling next to him revealed to be Midnight, the Passione cat.

"What happened?" Giorno whispered, confused.

"You have a fever," [Y/N] answered gently, gently handing him the cup of medicine. "No doubt from overworking and the weather change."

"Fever, huh," Giorno huffed a mirthless laugh as he drank the cup of medicine. "That explains it."

"You mean the nightmare you had," [Y/N]'s brows furrowed. "Yeah, I can't imagine it was all that pleasant."

"It was," Giorno sighed, gently petting Midnight. "Well, it was horrible. I was like a marionette on strings and everyone else was, too. And, as I was trying to get the strings off, I saw..." A shudder. "I saw... him."

"Oh," [Y/N] whispered in understanding before smiling and holding Giorno's face in their hands. "It'll be okay. It's just a weird dream."

"I know," Giorno nodded gently. "It's just that it was frightening and seemed too real."

"It feels like that, sometimes," [Y/N] nodded in understanding. "Want me to stay here until you fall asleep?"

"...Yes," Giorno answered after a moment's hesitation. "I would really like that."

[Y/N] gently laid Giorno down while Midnight adjusted so that she could cuddle up to Giorno. Giorno smiled and let his eyes slip close while [Y/N] stroked his hair lovingly.

"Sleep, darling," He heard them whisper. "I'll protect you from the nightmares."

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ophelian-darling · 8 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna and Jolyne Cujoh - gn reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : There's more than a way to say I love you, yet there are many too ways to say I hate you.

TW : Obsession, delusional thoughts, verbal abuse.

enjoy ♡

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫:

♡ : Thank you for everything you do for me, JoJo.

It fills him with blessing to know how much his words and actions are something with great meaning in your eyes. Faithful servant when in love- except that everything he does sources from the warmest atoms of his soul and from the deepest corners of his heart. Jonathan fights the world to see you happy, and rests with a smile when he earns the slightest curve of your lips; to him, it's the ultimate gift he can ever receive- your Love.

- You mean nothing to me.

Tears- everything that would wash him with agony strikes at once. the sensation of tearing the flesh of a heart open accompanies your words; deeply cutting and painful, causing all of his insecurities to float : Am I being useless again darling? Am I being a burden? Have you grown tired of me? He can't help it when he sheds these tears: He had lost all of your affection and care. the only source of warmth he had, now doused in the cruelest way possible.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 :

♡ : I like you , you're awesome!

Just imagine it, that ghost of a blush coffined beneath a confident smirk and a glinting wink! Joseph catches a love fever once you state that his presence around you is enjoyable. He feels that he already aimed at the moon by gaining your trust and company- it meant that you were besotted with him in return, regardless of whatever you said about considering him as a mere brother or a dear friend. JoJo sees the colors of your eyes soften as you say so, it is surely, undoubtedly love!

- We're done.

a swift of a cut that it doesn't elicit any pain at first, then it's repeated again, slightly stinging, then it rolls down your tongue, fully sinking in his soul. How could you?! Was the thing in the middle of your chest a hard stone to not see or feel a fraction of his love towards you?! a heavy realization of being used falls on his head like a heavy anvil: the blood in his veins floats just right under his skin, painting anger as red, yet the pale dread underneath can't be helped. Why? He would scream at you, but the reasons were nothing of an importance, you just toyed harshly with his feelings.

𝐉𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐣𝐨 :

♡ : I'm always by your side.

It ignites a pleasant warmth within his heart and shines through his eyes; it confesses his undying love and loyalty for you, regardless of whatever mean words he utter. No force on earth can banish him from you: From the depths of Inferno to the ends of earth and above in the heavens, He would remain with you forever, his lineaments engraved under your eyelids and in the darkest curtains of your vision. JoJo doesn't show it, but he's on cloud nine to know that you're staying as well- that he finally earned your love.

- Nobody loves you, not even me.

He's already aware. Half of people fear him, the other hates him, and there were you, probably feeling something negative swirl inside you towards him, now confirming it with each spiteful letter you let out. Couldn't you just shut the fuck up and swallow it instead of saying it out loud? He spits, the words of you reiterating louder and louder in his mind that now he can't unhear. You've just ruined everything for him, he had peacefully thought that everything went well, that your protests and complaints were just a childish fit- but now, it's all so grotesquely real: you truly hated him, and for the first time ever, he has no idea what he should do.

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚 :

♡ : You're cute! I like your hair!

Nobody can stop him, the boy with a heart of diamond and eyes of warm seas! Everything in his eyes glints with beauty; especially you: everything about you is a well crafted detail, say your eyes, your smile or the contours of your face. The subject of his daydreams- they were made of spring rain drops and cotton candy, the enchanting human whom he had a silly intense crush on called him cute! Was there even a better time to be alive? to be praised by someone you adored was the epitome of being coddled beyond any wishes of a young man madly in love!

- Look at you, pathetic and ugly.

Huh?!

It's all that he can think of as a response. Your words take a slow effect on him; as if he was trying to process it in another different light, in a gentle way that didn't convey the clear in them. At first, He's at sixes and sevens for a few minutes: people who are in love together were supposed to have each other's back, to boost each other's confidence and accept them whatever and whoever they were- so why were you saying this to him now? obviously it wasn't a joke, your voice was too cold to warm the words into a playful comment, he would have accepted them if you were just a tad above expressful, not a doll that just stares back eerily. He should be angry, but it just melts in tears, all of his hidden insecurities emerge into existence, and not even Crazy Diamond is able to fix the shatters of his heart.

𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 :

♡ : You mean the world to me.

Galatea to Pygmalion, Juliet to Romeo, Layla to Qays- You to Giorno. Romanticism wasn't something he was versed in, but in a blink of an eye, the world fell into a pink blur, filling everything with such amour a human never had in a little heart. GioGio ponders to himself that you were an Angel, a poor pure plumed creature that tripped and fell into the land of the stained; worth to be kept in a vitrine till the sun burns away. The smile that dances on his lips when he hears your gratitude, the joy he feels when his efforts of shielding you are finally noticed by you equate the flow of sweetness he tasted for the first time he saw you: Love.

- You're a monster.

The gray flicker in his eyes blends with the greens of his irises; it doesn't reflect on your face that you just hurt him, while having the audacity to brand him as a monster. His patience contained all of your attitudes, he bottled up every evil word you threw at him and continued to offer more than he should for the sake of winning back some or little of your affection, but to no avail. The mayhem under his skin is concealed by force, consuming whatever left of his patience as he makes you toe the line. You're selfish- you always were, yet he can't help his love for you.

𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐡 :

♡ : Good Girl!

Valentine, Friends and dates- High school sweethearts and kisses! Her world is a ridiculously colored picture of a sunny day; her imagination paints a world where she is with you and nothing could ever go wrong. How much would she offer to just touch the tips of your fingers with her hands? nothing less than what she is able to count! JoJo wanders around you in the excitement of a puppy around its master, waiting for a treat or a word of praise for pleasing them. She wants you to say it again, over and over again, to no end! A Good girl was a girl in Love!

- How annoying you are.

She had heard someone she loved before say this, but who were they?

Remorse falls heavily on her like a dark curtain- She'd just ruined the best thing she ever had in life. She blames herself for being too clingy, too needy and too desperate- she carries the shame and burden like weights on her shoulders, staggering as the remains of her confidence seep through the fractures. Your sweet words and praises were brightening her existence; was she to be something if you didn't adore her? The talkative, open and daring Jolyne is now nothing but a silent, gloomy and wounded little girl, asking for a little of love and receiving none no matter how much she gave.

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inkpot909 · 7 months

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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mints-bizarre-posts · 8 months

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Incorrect Quotes #111

Giorno : Are you ready to commit?

Y/n : Like, a crime or a relationship?

#incorrect quotes #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba part 5 #jjba golden wind #golden wind #giorno #giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #vento aureo

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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Saw requests open. May I request Giorno, Narancia and Fugo with a short petite girlfriend who’s self conscious about her height? So no short nicknames. I’d like to see how they’d like having a short gf 💗 Maybe their reactions to her standing on her tip toes to kiss them or asking them to reach something for her on the top shelf.

Hii Abella! 😊 Always happy to write for you :)

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Giorno, Fugo and Narancia with a petite S/O

Giorno 🐞

I think that Giorno knows he was supposed to be taller/more muscular, but being malnourished by his mother as a child, he failed to properly develop.

Which means that the idea of making fun of you for your height doesn't even cross his mind from afar. It's not like it's something you can control anyway.

I feel like he'd understand your self-consciousness about your body without you really needing to tell him. The way you look at yourself in the mirror or the comments you make about yourself already clarify everything for him.

Just know that if you ever felt insecure, this boy is ready to fill you with compliments and sweet words until those thoughts go away. He hates to see you criticise yourself, especially for something as insignificant as your height.

He actually thinks that your appearance makes you look cuter than you already are, and it reflects your sweet nature very well. He couldn't imagine you with any other way, he just thinks you're perfect as you are.

He makes you to constantly remind you this, he knows you may still doubt his words from time to time.

Buddy, you won't even have to ask him to get something for you. It's almost as if he has a sixth sense for this sort of thing. Once he thinks you're going to need a book or such, he'll take it down from the shelf and leave it on a table for you.

He doesn't want to see you struggle and figured you might get a bit embarrassed from always asking for help, he prefers to quietly help you as subtly as he can.

Also, I can see him avoiding putting stuff on high shelves in general unless it's absolutely necessary, he knows it must be a pain for you not to be able to do this sort of thing alone.

Definitely likes to take advantage of your figure when it comes to cuddles. Expect a lot of head pats from him, it's one of his favorite ways to show appreciation for you :)

This is a bit extra, but I can totally see him getting down on his knees to kiss your hand or flirt with you, just to make you feel above him, in a sense, and show that he's always at you full service.

He already knew you were going to get on tip toes to kiss him, but he didn't expect you to look so adorable. He'll smile at you softly before gently lowering his head in order to assist you.

He'll definitely pick you up bridal style quite often, so you don't have to struggle every time you try to reach his lips.

Fugo 🍓

Okay, to be frank with you, I don't think Fugo had thought about you possibly being insecure about your height until you hypothetically brought it up yourself.

Not because he doesn't care or he's neglectful to the point of not noticing. It's simply due to the fact that he's never been someone who focused a lot on physical appearance and considers it completely unimportant.

You can basically see hearts in his eyes everytime he looks at you, he could never criticise or believe there was anything wrong with your appearance. He thinks that would be incredibly superficial and hypocritical, considering his own...Fashion sense.

So, when you tell him about this, Fugo is just...Confused. He doesn't get it at first glance, but he's not stupid and can tell it makes you uncomfortable. He'd probably even ask you if anyone ever made you feel bad about your appearance, since it's the only logical explanation to him as to why you'd dislike this aspect of yourself.

Either way, although he doesn't fully grasp this idea, he'll still try his best to make you appreciate yourself like he does.

He's not as good with compliments as Giorno though, so he may sound a bit awkward lol. But I promise he does mean what he's saying and genuinely believes you have no reason to doubt your beauty.

I can even see him writing down what he thinks on paper so that he doesn't come off as extremely embarrassing like he does through words lol.

Whenever he's feeling stressed, Fugo will actually use your appearance for his advantage. In fact, he loves the feeling of leaning on you, specifically your shoulder, when he wants to relax. Your height difference makes it easier for him to do so.

Something similar would happen if the two of your were to read together. He'd shyly ask you if you want to sit on his legs, as he'd let his chin comfortably fall between your shoulder and your neck while you hold the book.

If you ask him to get something for you on a high shelf, he'll just do so without making a big deal out of it. He secretly thinks it's kind of cute and loves to do so, he feels like he's doing something useful.

Do not try to get on a chair to reach it yourself, however, because he WILL get mad. Don't take this the wrong way, he gets that you don't want to bother him, he's just worried you're going to fall off and get hurt.

He's a bit surprised when you get on tip toes, he hadn't realized you had no other choice if you wanted to kiss him. I can see him being conflicted on whether he should lean down on your level or not.

On one hand, he can see that you're struggling a bit and doesn't want to see you like that. On the other, he's afraid he's going to come off as condescending or male even more self conscious.

So he just stands there for a moment contemplating his next move, but you kiss him by the time he actually chooses what to do.

Moreover, your petite body only makes him want to kiss your forehead and the top of your head more than he already would.

Narancia 🍊

Buddy, I don't think you realize how happy Narancia is to have you.

Personally, I think that he was never supposed to be supet tall, but living on the streets only worsened the situation, as he either had very little or no food at all, which caused him to remain...Well, shorter than average, let's say.

Because of this, he's just as self-conscious, if not even more than you are about this. I wouldn't be surprised if someone had made fun of him in the past too.

Which means that, even though he's not usually the brightest, you won't have to say anything to him either before he realizes you struggle with this insecurity too.

Needles to say, it really pains him to see you doubt yourself like this. He's very emphatic and will tell you that he knows what's it like to look at yourself in the mirror and not like what you see.

Nonetheless, he has begun to feel more confident in his appearance ever since you got together, and he wants you to feel the same way.

He would never dare to call you shortie or anything alongside those lines, since he'd be very uncomfortable with it himself.

Instead, he'll always be ready to fill you with praises, compliments and hype you up anytime he gets the chance to. Like- maybe you weren't even feeling bad in that moment, he just thinks you're beautiful either way and wants to let you know.

And he doesn't say this just to make you feel better. He genuinely means every word he speaks, and there's nothing that matters more to him than to make you feel validated no matter what. He wants you to love yourself and your body as it is in its natural beauty, and if you can't do that, he's got enough love himself to make up for it.

Your height is one more reason for him to hug and snuggle you in literally any moment. He loves the feeling of holding you in your entirety, without leaving a single part of your body out.

He loves to piggy back ride you on his shoulders, that way you can feel tall together! And the others can't make fun of the two of you anymore.

Is it partially an excuse just to carry you around? Yes, yes it is, but does it really matter anyway? You're both having a good time and can even triumph over Abbacchio and his bad bitch high heels.

Similarly, the two of you would also use this technique to get something from a high shelf if both of you were too short to reach it...Although you have fallen off a couple of times because of this-

If he's tall enough, however, he'll help you out without a single moment of hesitation, you can tell something as simple as this makes him happy. He has the hugest grin on his face, and he hands it to you like he had just delivered some legendary object after a dangerous quest.

He's just glad his height can actually be useful for once and you don't consider it a flaw, it makes him very grateful to have you by his side.

When he sees you get on tip toes to kiss him, Narancia literally can't contain his excitement nor can wait for you to actually reach his lips. He'll just pick you up, hug you and swirl you around before kissing you himself.

No, he will not let you go after this either.

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peptothesi · 2 years

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He’s kinda cute though

Y/N saying that the JoJo’s villains are cute (and low-key flirting)in front of both the villain and the Jojo.

Jonathan

🐶 “Yknow Dio you’re quite attractive too bad you’ve got a shit personality”

🐶 Pause the battle music.

🐶 Both turned to you with a very confused look on their face.

🐶 You just shrugged your shoulders “I said what I said”

🐶 Dio had a small blush covering the tips of his ears but his smirk made you overlook them.

🐶 Jonathan is baffled and honestly wracking his brains for a response that just cannot leave his mouth.

🐶 The silence could be cut with a knife but there were a few heads that were watching agreeing with you.

🐶 “Why thank you my dear”

🐶 You wink at him and do finger guns (leave me alone it’s cute-)

🐶 “Y/N WHAT-“

Joseph

✈️ “Honestly I’d tap that”

✈️ Record player scratch.

✈️ Everyone would turn to you like WTF.

✈️ Lisa Lisa is shaking her head.

✈️ Kars just confused.

✈️ Caesar’s ghost just passed away again.

✈️ Joseph is for once at a lost for words.

✈️ Kars snapped out of it and cleared his throat before saying “Foolish human you would never manage to defeat me let alone tap me what a meaningless action”

✈️ You just snickered “No babe tap also means coitus”

✈️ Kars wrinkled his nose.

✈️ “My answer hasn’t changed”

✈️ You blew a kiss.

✈️ “What is wrong with you?!”

Jotaro

🐬 “Nice tits Dio”

🐬 All respect Jotaro had for you is long gone.

🐬 He’s leaving he’s gone the only thing keeping him there is cause he has to kill Dio.

🐬 He’s so sick of this bullshit let him go home mkay.

🐬 Dio is just chuckling.

🐬 “That’s cute but I hate to say they aren’t even mine”

🐬 “And??”

🐬 If Dio lived you may have gotten his number but hey miss Holly is top priority rn.

🐬 Jotaro is more traumatised and concerned than he bargained for.

🐬 “I fucking hate it here”

Josuke

💛 “Yknow for a murderer you’re kinda cute”

💛 Josuke whipped out crazy diamond just to check if you hurt your head.

💛 No? They’re all good? Kay then WHAT THE FUCK-

💛 Kira got flustered.

💛 “I-I’m afraid that the feeling is not mutual although you do have quite the lovely hands your calluses look so soft and spongy-“

💛 “DORA!!”

💛 Josuke never lets you live this down btw so whenever you’re in a conversation like

“I’m not too busy I’ll do it”

“Yeah just get the person who liked the local serial killer to do your groceries for you 🙄”

💛 Disgusted.

Giorno

🐸 “Oh my- dude you never told me he was fine as hell!!”

🐸 Giorno is internally crying and the deceased bucci gang is shaking their heads besides narancia he’s confused at.

🐸 “I- What?”

🐸 Giorno will knock you out to prevent anymore stupid sentences during battle then wake you up like- “Oh I’m so glad you’re awake”

And then smack you upside the head.

🐸 Mista gave you a high five cause he’d do the same.

🐸 This is why you don’t go on missions.

🐸 “You are the most unbelievable person!! Who flirts with the enemy?”

#female y/n #giorno x reader #gn y/n #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jonathan joestar x reader #joseph joestar x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #jotaro x reader #male y/n #josuke x reader #joseph x reader #jonathan x reader #giorno giovanna x reader

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bygiornogiovanna · 10 months

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Hello there! Apologies if I sound rude! But may I request a scenario where Giorno and Josuke are hit by a Stand and act different?

Giorno acts hyper, bubbly and adorable while Josuke acts super shy, timid and cute? And Reader has to deal with all the cuteness?

Flip The Switch (Giorno Giovanna/Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader)

anon, u are offically my ˢᵐᵒˡ bean. in your further requests *if there will be more, please sign yourself like that.

the images below represent both me when I read your request and saw how POLITE (and adorable) you were and y/n seeing josuke/giorno ily so much

also excuse that my requests are taking so long. i'm just lazy.

to anyone who requested something, I see your requests!!! and i am working on them, they will come...eventually haha

also, happy one year anniversary to this blog!

"You don't stand a chance against my stand, Y/N L/N!" bluffed the villain under the boss's command, Akari Massimo. He was a tall, light-skinned man, probably in his twenties. If you looked past his evilness, you would see a handsome young man, with golden eyes and a beautiful, healthy white hair, whose smile was nothing but sweet and charming. However...His power of turning one into its opposite wasn't that sweet and charming. His Stand, Flip The Switch, could turn you from woman to man, from sweet to mean, but worst of all...from powerful to weak. Of course, your lover could easily defeat him. The problem was...your lover wasn't there.

You were honestly scared. You weren't weak, but you weren't strong either, so you didn't know what his stand would do to you. You had to buy some time until him or his friends arrived. You couldn't risk it.

"Do you really think all that cheap talk will scare me? Oh please, I've encountered people way scarier than you!" you let yourself do what you knew the best: annoy people. He seemed one that loved his pride, and he wouldn't stand the fact that someone like you would dare insulting him like that.

"I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live! You have no idea what my stand, Flip The Switch, is capable of!" Massimo said and you huffed.

"What is it going to do? Turn me into a cat? Please, it sounds pathetic." you saw his left eye twitch and a satisfied smile crossed your face. "Actually, I wonder, if you use it on yourself, would it turn you into a clown or into the whole circus?" you gave him your sweetest, most fake smile.

You saw his stand appearing behind him and launching an attack towards you. You managed to avoid it, striking back, managing to scartch his face. "You fucking bitch, you scratched my handsome face! You'll pay for this!" he said and you swore you could see fume raising from his ears.

"Oh my..." you said, and before you knew it, another attack was right about to hit you, but...

☆Giorno Giovanna☆

"Not on my watch." You heard Giorno's voice and, suddenly, he appeared in front of you, blocking the hit with his body. You gasped and your eyes filled with tears when, after a few seconds, he didn't get up.

"Giorno!" you voice broke and you felt like your knees would give out when you saw your precious lover laying on the ground while clenching on his stomach.

"Awh, what a shame. Poor blondie boy couldn't save his poor little lover." Massimo said mockingly and he was about to say something else, but you heard Giorno mumble—Golden Experience Requiem.

"Uh oh...If I were you I would start saying my prayers." you said cockily and, before your enemy could react, he disappeared without a trace, probably trapped in the Infinite Death Loop. "Giorno, amore mio, are you okay?!" you rushed to his side, kneeling worriedly before him.

"Y/N..." he started softly and nothing seemed wrong...Until the blonde immediately crashed into your arms, hugging you tightly. "I missed you so much, tesoro!" Giorno yelled and you could swear you never heard him sound so excited.

"I-...Giorno, amore, are you okay?" you laughed and he hugged you tighter, laughing too. The moment you heard that, everything stopped.

Giorno Giovanna, the Don of Passione, laughed.

A sound so heavenly. You last heard him laugh more than two years ago. Giorno never laughs—all somebody, mostly you, can get out of him is a faint giggle. That's all.

You looked at him in shock and the blonde boy looked at you with a cute face, confused. "What's wrong, tesoro?" he asked in a smooth tone and he touched your cheek.

"...you laughed..." you whispered and a smile made its way onto your face. "It's been so long since I heard you laugh. Are you sure you are okay, amore?"

"I'm fine, promise. You don't have to worry about me." he said and his voice sounded ao tender, so smooth and soft, love-filled even. Although Giorno was never aggressive towards you, he never displayed his affection, and especially not in public.

You thought it was just the adrenaline and the fear of losing you making him act like that, but no. This kept going on for multiple days, Giorno acting the opposite of his usual personality.

In the small amounts of time you had alone, because, apparently, Giorno was extremly clingy, never leaving your side, you were thinking about what could've possibly happened for your dear boyfriend to act like this.

Then it hit you.

It was Massimo's stand.

Flip The Switch did that to your boyfriend.

Not that you complained, it was very cute to see your stoic boyfriend be a big baby, but...That wasn't Giorno. You had to talk with Bruno, to find a way...

Suddenly, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by your baby boyfriend coming home and directly jumping in your arms, whining about how much he missed you.

Giorno Giovanna, Italy's biggest man, was whining in your arms.

Yep, you had to do something about it.

☆Josuke Higashikata☆

"Not so fast." Josuke's smug voice could be heard and his tall frame shadowed yours, blocking the Stand's hit with his body. You felt like the world stopped when you saw your boyfriend groaned in pain, taking a few steps aside.

"Josuke!" you yelled and turned him to you. "Are you crazy?!"

"In love, yes." he said smugly and chuckled, clearing her throat. "See? I'm all fine, don't..." he stopped and then scrunched his nose, as if a rush of pain went through him. "Oi, Koichi, Okuyasu, handle this guy f'r me!" Josuke yelled and his two friends nodded, fighting with Massimo.

The pompadour boy fell to his knees, coughing a little. You kneeled by his side, softly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him.

"My love, are you okay?" you asked sweetly, your soft hands caressing his hair. You were the only one allowed to touch the man's hair whenever you want without getting yourself killed.

"I-...I...I a-am okay..." he stuttered, the sound of his words coming out as breathy. You were relived to hear, but then it hit you. Your boyfriend just stuttered.

Josuke Higashikata stuttered.

He shied away from your arms, hiding his blushing cheeks. You frowned confused and you looked between him and Massimo. Quickly, you put the pieces together.

It was Flip the Switch's work.

"Josuke..." you whispered to him and you hugged him tightly. Instead of hugging you back, he squirmed shyly, as he did the first time you hugged him. It made your heart melt and you chuckled softly.

"Y-Y/N what...a-are you doing?" he whispered back.

"Hugging my boyfriend? Is there something wrong?" you chuckled and hugged him tighter, making him blush embarrassed.

"N-no...Everything is okay..." his voice was barely above a whisper and he hugged you back, awkwardly and slowly.

You chuckled and nuzzled your face in his neck. Maybe it wasn't that bad that he protected you from Flip The Switch's attack—now you can be the one who teases and makes him flustered.

It will be fun. Won't it?

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illubean · 5 months

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Hi! Saw requests open ☺️

Could I request some general fluff headcanons for Narancia, please? :)

Relationship Headcannons

Characters: Narancia Ghirga Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

hehe thank you for my first request ^__^ I hope you like it!

Warnings: none

before you got together Narancia was just happy to be around you and had no explanation why

it wasn't until Mista started teasing him for his very obvious crush (well, obvious to everyone but you and Narancia) that he noticed it

after a while and some convincing from Mista, he decided to ask you out

he's super excited when you say yes

he's quick to threaten anyone who gets too close or makes you uncomfortable

he enjoys PDA, why would he hide his love for you? in his eyes everyone should know you're together

he insists on holding your hand every chance he gets but will back off if you ask him to

he just wants to be as close to you as possible

Narancia enjoys foreheads kisses, both giving and receiving

he can be really clingy, he probably falls under the sassy man category

he gets pouty and overdramatic if he decides you haven't spent enough time with him

"oh so i guess you just don't love me anymore, bye ✋😒" "....I was gone for 5 minutes"

no matter how sassy he gets, with a kiss and sweet words he's all yours again in no time

he picks up little things that remind him of you, whether it be a flower he passed by or a shiny rock he found on the sidewalk

likes to pull pranks on the rest of the gang with you

the biggest cuddle bug of the group

if you fall asleep with him good luck because you won't be able to move until he wakes up

narancia would either have a vice like grip around you or be sprawled across the bed on top of you, either way there's no escape

he likes listening to music with you, putting on some of his favorite tapes and introducing you to his favorite artists

tell him all about your favorites too, he loves learning about you

if you're good at math he definitely asks you for help, considering you're most likely a lot more patient with him than Fugo

but if you're bad at math he hides behind you from Fugo's wrath or goes to you for comfort when he yells at him

also I feel like Narancia would try extra hard in his studies while dating you

he just wants to be the best boyfriend for you no matter what <3

#jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #jojo narancia #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba fugo #jjba part 5 #jjba mista #jjba #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jjba x male reader #jjba golden wind #jjba vento auero #giorno giovanna #narancia x reader

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rae-pss · 6 months

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SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF BUCCIARATI'S GANG BUT I'M PROJECTING MY ROMANTIC INTEREST WITH MUSIC RELATED TO THEIR STANDS

💭꒱ wild horses – the rolling stones

❝graceless lady

you know who i am

you know i can't let you

slide through my hands❞

💭꒱ never comes the day – the moody blues

❝work away today, work away tomorrow.

never comes the day for my love and me.

i feel her gently sighing as the evening slips away.

if only you knew what's inside of me now

you wouldn't want to know me somehow,

but you will love me tonight,

we alone will be alright,

in the end.❞

💭꒱ submission – sex pistols

❝you've got me pretty deep, baby

can't figure out your watery love

i gotta solve your mystery

sitting it out in heaven above❞

💭꒱ the most beautiful girl in the world – prince

❝how can i get through days

when i can't get through hours?

i can try, but when i do

i see you and i'm devoured, oh, yes

who'd allow, who'd allow

a face to be soft as a flower? oh❞

💭꒱ i don't wanna miss a thing – aerosmith

❝i don't wanna fall asleep

'cause i'd miss you, babe

and i don't wanna miss a thing

'cause even when i dream of you (even when i dream)

the sweetest dream would never do

i'd still miss you, babe

and i don't wanna miss a thing❞

💭꒱ little wing– jimi hendrix

❝when i'm sad, she comes to me

with a thousand smiles she gives to me free

it's alright, she said, it's alright❞

💭꒱ say you'll be there – spice girls

❝but any fool can see they're falling

i gotta make you understand❞

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lumibuns-blog · 2 years

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hey could I maybe get Jotaro, Kakyoin and Giorno with an S/O that has a soft voice and gets talked over often?

Ofc! Tysm for requesting

He's not that much of a talker but despite his rough exterior he loves to hear you voice

Something about it calms him and reminds him that you're here with him

So he get pissed when other people talk over you

He knows your quiet especially around others so he wants you to be heard as much as possible

"Hey! They were talking so shut the hell up and listen."

He understands that talking loud doesn't always mean you should be heard

He knows you have a lot to say, you're smart and kind, it's just hard to get others to hear sometimes

He's not the loudest person himself but he is quite chatty and wants you to be a part of the conversation as much as you want to

"*ahem* as you were saying dear"

Gives you space to talk and death glares anyone who interrupts you

Once again despite his calm and cool exterior he's totally unhinged on the inside

He finds your voice like music to his ears and could listen to you go for hours

Which is why he get upset when other people don't appreciate it

Every time you get interrupted he get more and more upset

"Once again I believe *they* were speaking"

Even if other don't listen he makes it very clear he is and only looks at you

But if you get talked over enough he gets fed up and threatens the other for having the Gaul to be rude to his significant other

#jjba #jjba fluff #jotaro #jotaro x reader #jojo sdc #jotaro fluff #kakyoin x y/n #kakyoin fluff #kakyoin x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno fluff #giorno x reader #bucci gang x reader #sdc x reader

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mrsgiovanna · 9 months

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Fighting Imperfections (Don Giorno x Wife!Reader)

I'm sorry, this is just me projecting. I can't remember if I posted this before, but here goes.

Word count: 1.2 k

Warnings: sad, self depreciating reader.

You sighed heavily as you walked out the last of Giorno’s guests. Normally the murmurs of how beautiful of a couple you two are would make you beam with joy, but today it annoyed you because it only amplified your insecurities. Another day… of smiling through the alternating pain and emptiness. Your cheeks hurt, but the physical pain was welcomed, it was so much easier to bear than the ache that thumped in your chest with every heartbeat- a painful reminder that you were still breathing. As the last car rounded the corner away from your luxurious home, your shoulders finally slumped and you trudged away from the door. The master bedroom was one of the few places where you felt safe enough to let your tumultuous emotions wash over you, so there you went.

You had struggled with these negative emotions for many years, losing chunks of time to this unshakeable melancholy. They were difficult to predict or counter. You had locked the door behind you, wanting to try and restore some semblance of calm to your demeanor before facing Giorno again. You threw off the gorgeous designer dress and took a shower before throwing on something soft and comfortable. You had every intention of rejoining your husband but just getting yourself through that little routine had drained whatever energy you had left. He'd be better off catching up with your shared associates though, you mused, feeling as though you wouldn't add anything valuable to their video conferences. Firmly tucked away, drawing your knees towards your chest, you allowed the floodgates to open and let everything out. Usually, a good cry would take care of some of the negative emotions, but this time, it didn't seem to work.

Intrusive thoughts about the worst scenarios plagued your mind despite trying to push them aside. You tried thinking about the good things and how much you had been blessed with but it always morphed into a scenario in which you would ultimately be left alone… so you thought about Giorno and how he makes a daily promise to never leave your side. But you had lost so much, what if he was just lying to you and you'd eventually have to deal with losing him too…

No…

You took as deep a breath as your constricted chest would allow you to and tried to focus your attention on something positive.

Giorno… you thought of him more and your heart ached for a different reason. He loved you, you knew that, but your mind had always managed to convince you that he would be better off with someone else, someone beautiful and vibrant, someone worthy of him because beneath it all you're just a broken doll. The repair is near perfect and nobody can see the fault lines where you cracked, but you feel every fracture, constantly reliving each event that put the cracks there in the first place.

You felt the bed sink on one side as a large comforting hand rubbed your back in circles before pulling back the covers you had buried yourself under.

"You know I'd end anyone who hurts you?"

"I know…"

"So what do I do when you're the one hurting yourself?"

Giorno's glassy eyes didn't leave your face, searching for an answer to his question.

You met Giorno's gaze, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and love in his eyes. His concern was evident, and it touched you deeply. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you reached out and held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I don't want to hurt myself, but sometimes it feels like I can't escape these thoughts. They consume me, and I can't help but doubt myself, doubt our love."

Giorno's grip on your hand tightened, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "You are not a broken doll, my love," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful and resilient person I know. I fell in love with every part of you, including the cracks. They are a part of your story, a testament to your strength."

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words resonated with you. It was moments like these that reminded you why you fell in love with him in the first place. He saw beyond your insecurities and loved you unconditionally.

"I'm trying, Giorno," you replied, your voice wavering. "I'm trying to believe in myself, in us. But sometimes it's overwhelming."

Giorno leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to go through this alone," he assured you. "I'm here for you, always. We'll face these demons together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you heal."

Feeling his love and support envelop you, a glimmer of hope sparked within your heart. With Giorno by your side, maybe you could overcome these insecurities and find the peace you longed for.

You snuggled closer to Giorno, seeking solace in his comforting presence. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "I love you."

Giorno smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. "I love you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "Remember, we are a team, and together, we can conquer anything."

Giorno's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and longing, mirroring the emotions swirling within you. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You met his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you palpable.

With a gentle nod, you closed the remaining distance between your lips, initiating a kiss that conveyed both vulnerability and passion. It was a kiss that spoke of shared burdens and unyielding support, a tangible connection that transcended words.

The kiss deepened, as if pouring all the love and reassurance you both felt into this single act. It was a moment of solace, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggles. Each brush of your lips conveyed a promise—a promise to heal together, to support one another, and to cherish the imperfect beauty of your shared journey.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the tenderness of the moment. The world outside your bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a cocoon of love and understanding.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and yet more at peace than before, you found solace in Giorno's eyes once again. There, in the depths of his gaze, you saw unwavering devotion and a fierce determination to help you find happiness.

With a small smile, you whispered, "Thank you, Giorno. Thank you for loving me."

Giorno's voice was filled with sincerity as he replied, "Always, my love. Always."

And in that moment, you believed him. You believed in the power of love to heal and overcome and to create a future where your insecurities would no longer hold you captive. Together, you would face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the strength of your bond and the depth of your love.

As you lay in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in his words, finding solace in the love and support he offered. The journey towards healing would be challenging, but with Giorno by your side, you knew you could face anything that came your way. In the sanctuary of his embrace, his presence soothed your troubled mind, and a moment of quiet intimacy enveloped the room. The weight of your insecurities and pain began to fade as you focused solely on the love between you, knowing that in this imperfect existence, you had found a love that was flawless.

#giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x you #giorno x y/n #giorno giovanna x y/n #don giovanna x reader #jojo x reader #jojo x you #jojo x y/n #giorno giovanna #don giovanna #giorno #don giorno #giogio #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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Hi! May i request Giorno confessing to his crush( fem preferably )?

Let's say his crush has been there for him when he was down and helped him a lot.

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it!

Through Thick and Thin (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

He remembered the first time you two met.

It was a chilly autumn night, where the leaves were changing colors and he was shivering from the biting cold despite him wearing such long sleeves. Leaning against one of the school's many balconies, it was definitely one of those melancholy moods where all he could do was just stare at the full moon and reminisce about his life so far. He couldn't help but resent his mother and stepfather whenever he was reminiscing. Even though his hero made them stop their behavior...

"Hey there," A girl's voice pleasantly called out to him. "You okay?"

"Hm?"

He turned to see a girl leaning against another school balcony in the school tracksuit. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone faintly in the pale moonlight with her (e/c) eyes blinking calmly. He only gave a tiny nod before turning to face the rest of the school, the moon still shining.

"You seemed kind of down," The girl continued. "So, I thought to give you some company. After all, looking at the moon is nice with friends to talk to, right?"

He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. A friend, she said? She didn't even know him at all. But he wasn't going to protest much at all if she wanted to think that way. After all, she was right about having a friend to share some time with.

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, outstretching her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]. What's yours?"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," He introduced as he returned her handshake. "It's very nice to meet you too."

From that point onward, the relationship with [Y/N] was a blessing he treasured each and every day. When he was struck with the fever, the only thing that would soothe him was [Y/N]'s smile and laughter. If he had a bad day, seeing and being with [Y/N] cheered him up rapidly.

And he made sure that he would give his all whenever [Y/N] was sick, down, or otherwise not feeling her regular happy-go-lucky self. After all, that's what friends do for each other. Be there for each other both in the good times and the bad.

However, as time slowly went by, it was becoming clear to him that it was more than just friendship he was feeling towards [Y/N]. His heart beating rapidly, the blush rising to his cheeks immediately, butterflies in his stomach.

Giorno Giovanna was in love with [Y/N].

He sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing of the times where [Y/N] was there for him. He remembered his horrible fever, of a dangerous spike in his body temperature, when he saw [Y/N] carrying some snacks to help him while he recovered. He remembered both of them having a nice hairstyle party when his hair inexplicably turned a golden hue. And he remembered the time that he showed his power: turning her pencil into a ladybug and back again.

He sat up in his bed, clenching his fists in determination. He needed to confess to [Y/N] before it was too late, before he had regrets. As a last-minute internal pep talk to himself, he gave himself one glance-over in the mirror.

'I can do this,' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'I can do this.'

As he walked over to the usual meeting place with [Y/N], he'd not one single clue of the internal turmoil that [Y/N] herself was having. She'd liked Giorno ever since the day she met him and this could have been her last chance to confess. She was nervous, fidgeting, trying to calm herself down.

'I have to confess to him,' [Y/N] thought to herself. 'I have to! Before it turns into regret. After all, he's my greatest friend and I want it to be a little bit more now.'

At the meeting spot, at exactly 3:13 p.m. on a beautiful Friday, Giorno Giovanna and [Y/N] met up to talk about something rather important.

#jojo's bizzare adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #jjba pt 5 #jojo pt 5 #vento aureo #jjba vento aureo #golden wind #jjba golden wind #giorno giovanna #giorno #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna x y/n #giorno x y/n

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ophelian-darling · 1 year

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hiiii!! can you write something with giorno with prompts 46 and 63? in which giorno lets darling out after months to meet up with some old friends (of course he has to be there too) and one of them (either girl or boy, it's up to you) is wayyyy too touchy with darling? and he gets jealous and possessive, wanting to go home as soon as possible.

and darling tries to calm him down, telling him that she only loves him and they cuddle & kiss aajahhaaha

you can also do it with gn reader, but i would like female. how you are more comfortable with!! much love <3

"I don't like them, don't ask me to be nice"

"A friend ? you call them a friend when they have their hands and eyes all over your body ?"

TW: Jealousy, Obsession, Possessiveness, Implied emotional manipulation.

enjoy ♡

The room basked in a warm shade of morning sun; casting its joy through the air to your smiling face as you stood in front of the vanity mirror, admiring your dolled reflection with glinting eyes. Giorno blessed your morning with good tidings: you were finally allowed to go out- not exactly what he told you, but it meant having some gentle breeze and sunshine caresses nonetheless.

Your Sweetheart said that he had an important matter to attend to, and it would be nice if you accompanied him (There was no way you'd refuse, memorizing the corners of the Villa exhausted your mind) and you gladly accepted. He mentioned the presence of his most trusted subordinates and close friends, and you couldn't be happier, a sweet excitement blinking in your eyes.

"Aren't you the prettiest?" it fell from his tongue, sugary in words and adoring in tone. Everything he says casted a certain magic on you that made you forget how intolerable he was with his jealousy and strict with his instructions concerning you: from your clothing, choice of words and comportment. Blamed be anything that pulled on the strings of his head whenever it was about you: other people's stares, pricks of the tiniest thorn or could be even a drift of air; to him, you were something that meant to be put on a pedestal, more of a porcelain marionette that its sob was a shatter.

A shy smile toned your lips while a heat bloomed on your cheeks. These simple words felt like a pink cloud; soft and loving in a way so special another human couldn't know how to offer. Despite all of his thorns, Giorno carried a constant love for you, for all your flaws and each speck of dust you stepped on, for every breath you took and word you uttered. His tiring Jealousy was dark, but a side to the brightness of his affection's moon; none of it was out of pure malice.

He plastered a quick kiss to your cheek "We're not going to take long, just five minutes and we will come back home again. If you're a good girl, I'll consider taking you somewhere nice"

You nodded. the same dreamy smile contouring your face with warmth.

"Buongiorno, Don Giovanna!" a brunette greeted, with a soft voice of a spring rain. as you both stepped into the small orchard, her appearance welcomed you next.

Lovely. She was lovely, in every letter of the word and in every meaning of a tongue.

Her skin, tan as a cloud's shadow, glowed under the morning's sun, refined as fine silk and smooth as fair sand. Her eyes sang for most of her loveliness- sorrel shade of brown, one of a rosewood or an orchid flower. you couldn't help but to stare. she smiled at you, revealing a row of pearls in her mouth.

"Welcome, Signora Giovanna, it's a pleasure to see you at last!" she swan gracefully, showing her full front; up from her amphora-shaped neck, middling to her tender cleavage and down to her hips that wrapped felinely under a pencil skirt.

Your shy smile must have conveyed something else for her. as she extended her hand for you, you took it a little stronger than you intended, causing her to pull you a little bit closer as to ease your nerves with a friendly gesture. Now looking at her through a distance she deserved to be beheld at, you noticed how a dark mole complimented under her left eye, as if it was a speck of black pearl's dust.

"Nice to see you Belladonna"

"T-thank you" you gave her another grateful smile.

"You're as pretty as I heard. no wonder that the Don is being such a genie" she chuckled, pulling on your heartstrings even more "He has quite a fair treasure. you're really something yourself, Signora"

A laugh was all that you had to offer, words on your tongue weren't enough to mirror her flattery, one that kissed heat on your cheeks. She was just so sweet.

"Tesorina?" It jumped to your attention now that her hand was still on yours.

You glanced at your side, where Giorno stood up: his face twisted into sullen lineaments, green eyes darkened just a tad under. you conned all of his expressions as much as you remembered the palm of your hand; your heart sank at how a pleasant walk outside was bound to be ruined from the very first minutes, all thanks to a woman you barely knew.

He pursed his lips in one tight line. as he ushered with his head to his side, you caught the drift and walked up to him.

"We're going home, now"

"You do seem eager to gloat yourself in other people's attention, as if I don't give you enough already"

"She was just being nice! none of what you're thinking was actually happening!"

"Now having the audacity to lie in my face and deny what I've seen?!"

"Nothing actually happened!" your hands flew around your head, while you did your best to compose your tone to be still. While he maintained his own anger at times you argued, he didn't want to hear your voice get louder at him in return. experiencing quarrels with him many times before, you knew that you were able to pacify things from your side by not fighting back, and saying what he wanted to hear the most.

"Gio…" you drew a meek smile "I don't have eyes on her at all. in fact, I don't see anyone else aside from you"

His face remained still, clearly unimpressed by your words. you had to try better than this, and taking a step closer to him would start it.

"I'm really sorry if you've seen something you didn't like, but please believe me when I say that she didn't do anything direct to me, nor did I like her in any sense. She was just acting like a friend"

He quirked an eyebrow "A friend? you call her a friend when she has her hands and eyes all over your body? you can't be this naive"

You felt a flutter in your heart. surely his paranoia was concerning ; yet you couldn't help but to feel a pang of guilt at letting him think that you weren't interested in him anymore. The idea of you preferring someone else over him was still carved in his head, and probably will never be erased unless you manage to prove your true loyalty to him.

"Did she? I didn't notice at all. but can you please be a little nicer next time in front of others? it was rude to treat someone like that" you rested your palms on his shoulders, now looking straight through his eyes.

"Don't ask me to be nice, everyone knows who you are and who I am. I don't like how she expects you to simply speak to her as if you aren't my wife"

"Aww!" you just laughed, planting a kiss in hopes of softening his rigid face. He is handsome- a smile on his lips meant a heaven full of stars to you.

Warmly, he enveloped you in a tender embrace, thumbs cosseting the sides of your cheek. You let yourself melt in his form, feeling his lulling pulse and kneading lips on your ribs and face, never feeling so revered than ever.

The description of the female character included in this piece was inspired from this oc.

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asthmatic-artz · 11 months

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His Theme, Her Dream. (Giorno Giovanna)

➜ Childhood friends torn apart, when they reunite, someone tries to stop their dreams from coming true.

➜ Prince! Giorno Giovanna x Reader

➜ class difference, bullying, attempted murder, jealously, slight obsession.

➜Hiii, I hope you enjoy my first fanfic! I have two more planned! But I hope you like this one!

"Hey Giorno…"

"Yea n/n?"

Two children sat on the pier, looking out into the beautiful ocean. A shooting star passed by, prompting a conversation.

"If I tell you my wish, promise you won't laugh at it?.."

"Why would I laugh? Go ahead!"

A small sigh was let out before the young (h/c) girl laid her head on his shoulder.

"When we grow up, I want to be a pretty princess…and…" She trailed off.

"Huh? I can't hear you."

"...I said I want you to be my prince…"

It was silent for a bit before the young male broke out into giggles, earning a playful shove from his counterpart.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't laugh at it!"

His laughs finally subsided and he pulled her back on his shoulder.

"No…it's funny…"

"Because that's my wish too.."

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"Didn't think this would be how we see each other again..sucks to be you."

You stared in silence as you stood across from your childhood bully.

Today was supposed to be a special day. Being chosen as one of the suitors for the Queen's Sons.

But of course life finds a way to fuck you over in the end.

Ariana and you were both from a smaller village on the outskirts of the kingdom called Atria. It was a beautiful town filled with flowers and beautiful scenery that made for a great vacation spot. It was rare when the royal Court came here as barely anything happened in your small village.

So you were surprised when King Brando herself entered the town and handpicked women he deemed good enough to be his son's suitors.

He was surprisingly nicer than legends had led on. He examined you, coming up upon you while you were sewing a dress for your mother. He demanded that you come with him and you were going to resist but your mother urged you on with a smile.

But that's beside the point. The main issue was Ariana.

She made it her life's mission to make your life a living hell ever since you were young. She would trip you up, pour dye on your dresses, destroy displays you've made for the village, tease you until you cry, make your friends leave you. Anything you could think of she would do to you just because she saw herself as higher.

Ariana was the daughter of a wealthy noble who moved to the capital, and routinely sent money back to his daughter. She was a spiteful Ravenette with blue eyes and had an attitude as if she was better than everyone else.

You were not expecting her to be here. Well, kinda.

You knew her daddy dearest was gonna work some magic so she could be one of the ones chosen.

She was about to say something else before the other girls came in.

You glanced around and noticed that there were a total of 4 other girls besides you and Ariana. One of them you knew already as she was your only friend left. Her name was Trish Una, a kind pink haired girl coming from the capital, with her dad being one of the many royal advisors underneath King Brando.

The other three were huddled around Ariana so you were assuming they all knew each other.

Fucking great. Not only did you have to Ariana and her bullshit, but three others who were gonna follow in her fucking foosteps.

Following behind them was King Brando.

He was a blonde with fierce red eyes, he was built nicely and was tall as hell. It was a rare think for him to suddenly hold this suitor selection for his son. But you assumed it was because he wanted to prepare his son for the throne.

Behind him was Enrico Pucci, his right hand man and the top Priest of the land.

He was a male with Grey hair with dark brown eyes. He had a kind expression on his face as he gave a gentle wave to you all.

He held different tiaras in his arms, all of them were the same except one.

You watched as he went around and placed them all on the others in their hands before coming to you and placing the last one in your hands.

Glancing around you quickly noticed something.

Yours was the only different one.

'Great, mine is the only different one. fuck me…'

"Lift your head up." You listened and were met with the stern face of the king.

He took the tiara from you hand and placed the jewelry on your head and began to speak.

"Attention ladies. You all with silver crowns are ladies in waiting." He then gestures to you.

"The golden tiara represents the one that has been chosen as the next princess and possibly future Queen. The one to continue my legacy with my son."

There was a chorus of gasps, quickly followed by murmuring and whispers.

Ariana glared at you with seething hatred in her eyes.

You however, were about to shit bricks. This woman basically just put a bounty on your head. Why were you chosen?! There were plenty of other girls here that were more capable than you.

You wanted to curl up and cry, but you couldn't as the woman was now leading you away to go and meet the princes.

"HOWEVER" The kings loud booming voice cut through the murmurs and whispers.

"One can easily lose their spot if I deem you unworthy. And trust me I can do it as easily as I gave it to you."

Great. So now you basically have a big ass bounty on your head. Because with that announcement you could feel the sets of eyes on you.

You knew they would do just about anything to steal that crown from you.

Your luck just couldn't have gotten any better.

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You were waiting in a pretty bedroom that you were told would be the room you shared with your future prince to be.

You were nervous beyond belief.

You didn't know what to expect from the future king but you couldn't help be afraid. What if he didn't like you? What if you did something to piss him off and he would have your title stripped away or worse!?

You heard rumors about how fierce he was, following in his fathers. footsteps. He was a force to be reckoned with, and if he was anything like his father.

Your life meant little. He would easily cast you to the dungeon to die.

You were terrified,your mind was racing. Were you even good enough??? What if you didn't do something right???

Why you??

So many things were running through your heard that you didn't realize the door had opened.

"Y/n?"

Your heard a soft, familiar call of your name and your eyes widened. A voice you hadn't heard since your childhood rung in your ears as memories replayed in your head.

"Gio..?"

There in the doorway, looking way different from how he used to was the Prince.

Or rather…

Your childhood bestfriend, Giorno Giovanna.

When you were younger, you had met Giorno when he had jet black hair.

He was a shy and timid boy, living with his mother in the village of Atria. Giorno was always around you, protecting you from harm's way even if he ended up harming himself. He would stop Ariana's harsh bullying and even stuck up for you when someone placed the blame on you.

He would spend nights at the dock, looking up to the stars and dreaming of the future.

So how in the hell did he end up being the prince?!

You shot up from your spot and ran up to him pulling him into a hug. You let out an excited noise and swayed him side to side.

Giorno let out an excited chuckle as he followed in your motions, gripping you as if you were going to disappear if he let go.

The two of you stood their in silence until Giorno pulled away finally, a bright grin on his face, sparkles in his emerald green eyes.

"You look…" He starts, moving his hands down to grab yours."..amazing.." He says finally pulling away and holding your hands.

"Didn't think we would meet like this…"

He chuckles before smirking a bit. "Guess your wish is about to come true, My Princess.." You blushed in embarrassment, playfully smacking his arm. He only laughed at your action.

"Shush! You still remember that?"

Giorno nodded, his gaze softening,

"How could I forget…."

He moved one of his hands underneath your chin to meet your gaze.

"It's when I fell in love…" He stated before placing his soft, plump lips against yours.

Your eyes widened but slowly fluttered closed as Giorno pulled you closer into his arms.

Giorno pulled away with a lovesick expression on his face, "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment.."

He pulled away slightly. "When I found out my dad was the king, I wanted to run and tell you immediately. But my mom shipped me off quickly, not wanting to deal with me anymore and used that as an excuse to get rid of me." He says, his gaze moving to the floor.

"I didn't know if I was ever gonna see you again.." He expresses gripping your hands tightly.

You look up into his eyes, you swear you could see Hearts in them as he spoke again.

"I will keep my promise to you, (n/n)"

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You should've expected this.

None of the other ladies in waiting would talk to you.

None of them.

They all glared at you with distasteful looks. Their eyes were filled with jealousy and hate. They looked like if you had just stolen all the men in the damned country and left them none.

But it wasn't like there wasn't other princes. You knew there were alot more!

Hell ever Giorno's advisors were really attractive!

There was Mista, He was just like Giorno, calculated in the way he did things, he often helped Giorno out with things in the kingdom, guiding him with the instructions his father gave. He also had a weird fear of the number four that cause him to actively avoid the other girls when their were huddled together. Giorno said it was just a superstition he had.

Then there was Narancia and Fugo. Narancia was another of Giorno's friends from the Village and he wanted to help him up, and Fugo was brought in by King Brando to be alongside Narancia.

Narancia was a sweetheart, he was a breath of fresh air in this palace when everyone was so serious and scary.

Fugo was a bit cold at first, but when you started to come around more he warmed up to you and treated you like a sister.

And lastly their was Leone and Bruno. The two of them were a pair and were older than you all. They assisted Giorno whenever he had to go out of the Kingdom to visit his relatives over in the Joestar Kingdom. Bruno was a gentle soul and Leone was just like Fugo, he had to warm up to you. But nowadays you find yourself going to them when you have a problem.

But when not around Giorno, you found yourself spending time with Trish. The two of you were catching up as the only time you got to see her is when you would go to the capital for your mother's medicine. She was worried for you though. She didn't like the way that Ariana and the others were always watching you. Glaring at you as if they were plotting something against you.

You told Trish not to worry about it, and that you would keep your eyes peeled for any sneaky shit that they tried.

I mean you were the jewel of the palace, as King Brando so affectionately referred to you as. You were close to the King as well, sometimes having book reading sessions with him when not attending to your duties with Pucci.

Maybe that would explain why they "hated" you-

"Hey you!"

Your eyes widened as you saw Ariana, Melissa, Uko and Hera all standing there. You froze for a bit.

"We're talking to you!"

You quickly turned on your heels to go back the way that you came.

"Don't run now!"

You heard multiple footsteps come up behind you before you felt hands on your back.

"HEY SKANK ANSWER US WHEN WERE TALKING TO YOU"

You were shoved harshly and grabbed by the arms.

"W-wait huh? Guys what is going on?!?"

Ariana sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Oh shut it. You're gonna spend some time with us. Since you forgot, we are your ladies in waiting" She said with a sickly sweet tone.

You were dragged into an empty room that was closed off.

They threw you to the floor and circled around you.

"You think you're better than the rest of us just because you're set to marry Giorno?!" Ariana yelled before taking her foot and stomping down on your arm.

You cry out in pain, trying to move but the others were holding you down by your hands and legs. They all laughed at your pain, only taunting your please for them to stop

"Not only that, you're around here hanging out with the others…knowing that they are ours!!" Ariana brought her foot down in the same spot multiple times. Your cries were being masked by the laughing and giggling at the pain being inflicted on you.

Ariana scoffed at your weakened state before beckoning Melissa over.

"Hey you. Hand me that stick over there."

The stick in question was a cane, one that you've seen King Brando walk with whenever he had business outside the castle

Ariana picked it up and smirked down at you. "I'm going to hit you until I feel like it's a good time to stop. Maybe then you’ll learn that common trash like you doesn't belong in the castle ."

You didn't even have time to respond before you were hit in the stomach with the cane.

You screamed in pain as she continues to bring the cane down on you. She repeatedly swung the cane down onto your stomach not caring about the desperate pleas you let out.

The other three just simply looked down at you. This was their revenge against you.

Ariana chuckled before lining up the cane with your head before bending down to your level.

"I hope you enjoyed your time as princess…" She started as she wound back.

"..Because it's over…"

The last thing you heard was a sickening Crack before it all went dark.

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"GioGio!"

Giorno hopped down out his mother's arms and ran over to his best friend, capturing her in his arms.

He could hear his mother's voice as she told him. "Be back before dark.."

He nodded and grabbed the (h/c) girls hand and ran over to the flower field.

The two of them flopped down into the flowers, just taking in each other's presence.

The silence was comforting, knowing that their friend was right beside them.

"I wanna be with you forever, (n/n)..."

The (h/c) girl smiled as she looked over at her friend

"I wanna be with your forever too, GioGio.."

Forever and Always…

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"Giorno."

"Giorno!"

"GIORNO GIOVANNA!"

The male snapped out his daydream, looking over to a concerned Trisha and Mista.

"You seen (Y/n)?" Mista asked first then Trish spoke name

"She was supposed to meet me outside in the courtyard! I was gonna help her pick out her wedding dress!”

Giorno paused, he'd nearly forgotten that his coronation was in two days.

He would take over for his father so that could relax in his older years, not that his father would listen to that anyways…

Not only that, he would finally be able to marry his childhood sweetheart, and fulfill the wish that they made years ago.

"No, Pucci said it was her free day today, so she was doing her own thing."

Giorno stood up, "She might be in her room, let's go check. She usually gets caught up in reading the books my Father recommends"

Giorno led Trisha and Mista down the hallway.

He was nervous as all hell. He finally got to marry you! Fulfilling the childish promise from those years ago.

He wanted to be the best for you, he wanted nothing but the best for you.

"Y/n? Trish was wait-"

The Prince stopped mid sentence.

Your room was a mess, stuff was flung everywhere and things were destroyed. And most importantly..

You were missing.

Giorno rushed in, Mista and Trisha quickly followed behind.

"Quick!! Someone tell Father that My Wife is missing!!"

The two quickly turned to go and do as their friend/prince ordered.

Giorno began to search around your room for anything that would give clues to where you could've been taken.

The poor male has not felt such panic since his younger years and he hated the feeling. He couldn't lose you when he was so close to completing his dream with you!

He began searching through your books before finding a letter that slipped out from a book.

Picking it up, he saw that it was a letter, or better yet, a page from a diary or notebook.

When he read the page, he could feel his blood boil.

Dear Diary,

Ariana and the others have been being extremely rude to me recently. They keep whispering about some plan they were going to enact soon.

I'm trying my best to stay close to Trish but she has her own duties as one of my ladies in waiting.

And I cannot burden Giorno to King Brando with this.

I hope that this will come to pass.

Y/n Giovanna.

Future Princess of the Brando Kingdom.

Giorno felt his heart drop to his stomach. You were being bullied again and this time..

He wasn't there to protect you.

The blonde took off out the room running down the hall with the paper, you on his mind.

He needed to find you, he need to know you were okay.

He burst into the throne room where Mista and Trish were informing his father of the situation.

"Giorno-"

"Ariana. Her and the others. They did something to-"

"YOUR HIGHNESS!"

They all look to the entrance to as Mariah, one of the only female advisors his father had came running in.

"There's a body in the storage closet!"

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"Miss Giovanna,"

A woman turns to see a small (h/c) girl staring up at her with a flower crown in her hands.

"What child?"

"Is Giorno home?"

The woman scoffed before snatching the flower crown out to the young girls hands.

"No. And he's not ever coming back. So don't come back to my home again. Brat."

The young girl watches as the woman stomps on the flower crown. Ignoring the cries of the young girl for her to stop.

She then picked it up and threw it.

The young (h/c) girl ran over to the crown and picked it up, it was dirty and torn, ruined now.

She looked up to the late night sky as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Y-you said you weren't going to leave me behind, Giorno!"

She fell to her knees, sobbing softly.

"You promised!!"

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You were in pain, your body was aching all over and you felt sticky blood on your forehead, a cool rag gliding across your forehead.

"God Y/n…you need to wake up…" It was Trish, concern and worry laced in her voice.

You used all your energy to raise your hand and placed it on hers.

Trish stopped wiping your forehead. And quickly grabbed your hand "Y/n?!?"

Your slowly cracked your eyes open and looked up at the pink haired girl. You gave a weak smile and she got up and ran out of the room.

"Giorno! She's awake!!"

You could heard another pair of rapid footsteps coming towards the room and coming up to your bedside.

"(N/n)!" He gently puts his hands on either side of your cheeks and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Giorno had tears smiling streaming down his face, he kept kissing your lips as if you were about to disappear.

"Y-you're okay…you're okay…" He mumbles as he looks at you.

You slowly reach your hands up to place them on his cheek.

"I-im just hurting Giorno…but I'm aliv-" Giorno hugged you tightly, your eyes widened as you felt a wet sensation on your shoulder.

He was crying.

“Giorno are you-“

“I almost fucking lost you again.” He said blankly, before finally letting you go.

“I almost lost you because someone else was jealous of what we had….someone who used to bully and harm us..” Giorno sighed softly before he left your side.

“I’m going to handle this. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.

You watched as he left your room and you felt scared for a bit, then you realized. You were the future princess, they harmed you out of jealous. Just because you were close to the prince.

A part of you felt bad for what was about to come to them.

But another sick and twisted part wanted to see all what they had done to you, done back to them.

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It was quiet as Ariana and the others returned from their outing with Hol Horse. Ariana held a smirk on her face. Her plan was working. Once you disappeared, the King would force Giorno to pick someone else to be his bride and she would get what she wanted all along,

“Ah, to think the wimpy little boy from childhood would become king?” She says and Mira raises an eyebrow. “You knew the prince before hand?”

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Ariana nodded. “Oh yeah. He was a little bitch along side (y/n)”

She said while walking, chuckling afterwards.

"Besides, ain't nothing he can do if his daddy picks me-"

"Oh? Really?"

The group freezes as they turn to see King Brando standing there with Giorno at his side.

"Is this the same one, Son?"

"Yes. She is the one who bullied me and My wife. She's the one who injured her as badly as she did."

The King smirked as he snapped his fingers.

A couple of guards grabbed the girls by their arms as he walked up to Ariana.

"Now, it's time for you to feel the pain that you inflicted."