#giorno giovana x reader

[jolyfics]

This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

[bloomingdayswithyou]

Hello there! I hope I don't sound rude! Apologies if I do!

But would it be okay to request a scenario where Giorno has a nightmare where he turns into Diavolo and when he wakes up, Y/N comforts him?

Shadows of the Past

Pairing: Giorno Giovana x gn!reader

Words: 263

Giorno finds himself in a dark, strange place, surrounded by memories of Diavolo. As he’s transforming into Diavolo, he witnesses flashes of his cruel actions, all the suffering he caused and the lives he shattered. With each passing moment, the guilt and fear intensifies, making Giorno feel like he’s losing control over himself. Struggling to resist the transformation, Gold Experience appears in the nightmare, but he’s unable to help. As the nightmare reaches its peak, Giorno jolts awake gasping for air. His heart is pounding and he’s drenched in sweat.

Looking around in the dim light of the room, he spots you, with your gaze fixed on him. You had been awakened by his distress and had rushed to his side immediately. You gently cup Giorno’s face in your hands, your touch bringing a sense of calmness.

“It’s alright, Giorno. You’re safe now, it was just a nightmare.” You said soothingly. Giorno clings to you, finding comfort in your presence. “I… I turned into DIavolo. I gelt all his darkness.” He says, still shaken by the nightmare.

You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around him protectively. “I know it was terrifying, but that’s not who you are. You’ve always chosen a different path. Your heart is pure.” You assure him, your voice firm.

Feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability, Giorno listens to your reassuring words, taking comfort in your understanding. You stay by his side, supporting him. You talk through the nightmare, helping Giorno unpack his feelings and fears. In the safety of your embrace, Giorno begins to feel a sense of control returning over his emotions. He gradually realizes that the nightmare it's just a manifestation of the inner struggles he carries from his past.

Thanks to your support, Giorno eventually feels more at ease. As the first light of dawn creeps through the window, Giorno's heart feels lighter, and a genuine smile graces his lips. Your presence has been a source of solace and strength for him, reaffirming the power of their bond.

"Thank you, y/n. I don't know what I'd do without you," Giorno says, gratitude evident in his eyes. You smiles tenderly, caressing Giorno's cheek. "You don't have to face anything alone, Giorno. We're in this together."

With your shared support and love, Giorno realizes that he has the resilience and love in his life to face them and emerge stronger. Together, you find comfort in knowing that nightmares can't shatter the bond you share, and you can conquer any darkness that may come your way.

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[cherrys-side-bitch]

Could you please write for Mista, Narancia, and Giorno with letters Y, P, E, and J? (Sorry if that’s too many letters ^^)

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

Gn! Reader, Fluff

Includes: Mista, Narancia, and Giorno

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’d like to say that he is more dominant than he truly is, but he knows that he's pretty laid back. He’ll tell you if something you did bothered him, but otherwise he doesn't comment too much, if you get what I mean.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Whenever Mista gets jealous, he usually ends up getting super clingy, demanding your attention and not being around whatever is making him jealous. He’ll never admit that he's jealous, but it's very obvious.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Mista takes any opportunity to show his love for you even if others are around. He’ll obviously tone it down if you want though.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

If he's on a long mission, he’ll usually text you to check in and see how you're doing since you're away. This often leads to some interesting half-asleep messages from him at 4 am.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Narancia gets jealous very easily and will often end up getting aggressive unless you step in. After his outburst, he gets clingy, wanting to simply not be around whatever caused this feeling. Hanging out with you and playing a game or two usually gets him back to normal quite fast.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Narancia loves showing off you relationship to others occasionally. At least he knows when it's too much.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Narancia gets antsy when he's not around his lover often. This is most apparent when on missions without you, no matter the length of said mission.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Giorno is rather passive in the relationship, preferring to avoid disputes, but not to the point that he's getting walked over.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He isn't prone to jealousy, mainly because he trusts you. On the other hand, he doesn't know or have any reason to trust the other individual, so it's more like protectiveness than anything else.

If he does happen to feel jealous, it's usually because it's someone he knows that's flirting with you Mista.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He isn't shy with PDA but the most he’ll usually do is hold your hand or give you a peck on the cheek. Giorno would rather not be that couple.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He doesn't end up feeling lonely often, but when he does, he has to call you to just hear your voice, even just once more, to reassure him that you're okay.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

[lumibuns-blog]

How the Bucci gang tries to get readers attention when you first join<3

Bucci gang x reader

His way of getting your attention is to literally just always be next to you

Riding in a car? giorno is sitting next to you!

On a mission? Giorno is coming with you

Tired? He has two open shoulders please use him as your pillow

The moment you mention a favorite flower or animal suddenly they are appearing all over the place, he doesn't need you to know it's him, he's happy just to see your smile

Romantic asf

Kisses your hand whenever he sees you, opens doors, compliments you no matter what you do just a total gentleman

If you are in battle he is constantly putting himself in harms way so nothing bad happens to you

He knows you can take care of yourself he just wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you <3

Hahahahah he has no clue why he's trying to always get your attention till the very last minute bc he's emotionally constipated

His main way of trying to get you to notice him is keeping you away from giovana

If this man even sees you sitting next to the golden boy he will sit right in between you two he might offer you a chance to listen to music with him if you're lucky

Will give giorno the most disgusted glare if he tries to go in to kiss your knuckles

But he's just doing that because giorno can't be trusted right? Right???😳

He's smart, but not around you

His brain has an error when ever your around

The way you smell, talk, and look is all just too much for this guy

He's TRYING to find a way to get your attention but he's to focused on trying not to pass out because your shirt is showing a little more of your chest than you usually do

Mista and narancia aren't help either, constantly teasing him

Unbeknownst to him all of his flustered-ness IS getting your attention so I guess he's not doing to bad 😉

Wears his heart on his sleeve

It's sooooo obvious that he has a thing for you and everyone knows

Wants your attention all. The. Time, asking if he did good in the last battle, asking for help because fugo is being to mean,

Wants you to touch him (not in that way you weirdos) but stuff like, he has something on his face, or a ich he can't scratch he just likes to feel your hands

Wants special treatment which makes the other really annoyed but he's not complaining he just wants time with you

Another person who makes it very obvious

Flirts with you and passes it off as a joke but in reality he wishes he could woo you over

The Sex Pistols are...well they're themselves

Even if Mista isn't open about his crush they most definitely are

"Y/NNNNN did you know mistaaaa loves y-" cue Mista trying aggressively to shut them up while his face is burning red

If any guy outside the gang so much as looks at you he goes full protective mode, he might even whip his gun out if they don't get the message

Tries endlessly to fluster you, by sitting really close, are whispering into your ear, or giving you compliments

[depravitymoon]

Fugo x Reader Valentine's Day Drabble

Author’s Note: Finally! I have a Valentine’s Day drabble to give you guys! The first one is of my favorite, Fugo! It’s not the most romantic, but I wanted it to feel Fugo-esque and charming.

Scenario: This is a post-canon drabble in which Fugo’s a lawyer for Passione. 

You emerged from the bathroom, excited to commence this Valentine's Day celebration at the museum. As you walk out into the living room, you see Fugo sitting on the sofa, his face scrunched up in frustration. 

“DAMMIT!” He throws his phone, but it didn't break thanks to its sturdy protection. 

You sigh, knowing this means he had an upsetting phone call. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” You ask softly, sitting next to him.

"It's just…” Fugo takes a moment to grit his teeth and brings his anger down to a 3, “…my client, the one I have been working tirelessly for, is a lying spoiled brat. He’s been dishonest about the entire case, and it's going to be hard to defend him,”

Fugo is a passionate lawyer and a perfectionist. He strives to win 100% of his cases. You see that he’s taking this potential loss very hard, and he’s about to pop a blood vessel.

You take his hands into your own and look him in the eyes. “Lawyers can't win every case, Panna. You're still an incredible lawyer with a 99% success rate. Even if it drops to 90 or even 80%, everyone is proud of you!”

Fugo felt a surge of warmth in his chest hearing you say those words.

"I took on this client as a favor for Giorno," Fugo said, his voice tinged with anxiety. "I'm worried I'll disappoint him."

“You know Giorno is no fool. I’m sure he knows you’re dealing with a dumbass.” you smirk, “Don Giovana’s probably putting a horse head in that fucker’s bed right now!”

Fugo snorts at your Godfather reference, “He’s not about to commit animal cruelty over this. Stop getting your ideas from movies.”

You playfully glare and stick your tongue out, blowing a raspberry at him. “I could have read the novel! You’re not the only bookworm, Fugo!” 

Despite your joke, you still see Fugo sweat nervously. You kiss his cheek, and hop off the sofa. “I’ll be back with something to relax you. Remember to breathe….and that your phone is expensive.”

“Very comforting,” He says semi-sarcastically.

[kindajared]

Give me that sweet Giorno fluff. Idk why but I have a feeling he'd be an excellent dance partner. Seriously imagine being in a gorgeous dress and this absolute unit of a cutie showin you off and waltzing with you like the definition of a gentleman??? Then like a first kiss?? And he's like callin you all sorts of pet names through out the night???? Bro I'm screaming.

(b r u h)

Your flowing red dress went down to yyour ankles. It was loose fitting, but that gave you the perfect amount of breathing room. It was a v neck that went down to your mid chest. The straps were very thin. It was open in the back.

You waited next to the bar at a high class event that you had joined Passione in attending. You sipped at your margarita slowly.

“(Y/N).” You heard a voice coming from your left,

“You look magnifico.” Giorno Giocana looked you over as he approached you. You blushed, setting your drink down. You would reply with the same compliment, but he wasn’t wearing anything different than his usual garb.

“Grazie, Giorno.” You replied. His smile was gentle as always. He reached down for your hand, raising it up so that he could kiss it ever so softly. You smiled, looking away. He knew this stuff made you extremely flustered.

“Shall we dance? I’ve been dying to.” He asked, trying to convince you to do so. You nodded. 

He kept ahold of your hand so that he could lead you to the dance floor. Your black stilletos clicked as you walked. Once you stood in position. Giorno took one of your hands and held it out. The other rested snuggly on your waist. You had to say something.

“Giorno, I’m not a very good dancer.” You told him. Ebarrased at the fact. He then spun you around despite your hesitiation. Your eyes widened.

“But you do know how to dance. That much is true, so you’ll be fine.” He pulled you up against him. You let out a small gasp.

The both of you began to sway back and forth, occasionally spinning and stepping side to side. His moves were swit and smooth. You tried your hardest to keep up. This was easy for him.

Everyone stared as the two of you moved across the dance floor. Your face felt a little to warm for your taste,

The way your dress flowed across the dance floor was a beautiful sight. As if an imaginary wind was whisking you along. The next time he pulled you in he whispered into your ear.

“You look so beautiful, fiore.” His hot breath sent a shiver down your spine, At the end of the next spin he tipped you back, but it didn’t freak you out as you thought it might.

He placed a tender kiss on your chest before bringing you back up. The song then ended. You were speechless. You kept eachother close. He placed his thumb on your lower lip. Your eyes were locked on his.

You then finally spoke.

“So...are you gonna kiss me or not, signore?” You practically blurted it out. The question earned you a charming smile. He moved his thumb away from yourr lips, it now carresed your cheek. His answer to your question was his action.

He pressed his lips against your slowly. Gently. He put both hands on the back of your head, stroking your hair.

Your hands slid down his back, resting jus above his tailbone. when he broke the kiss, you bit your lip. You enjoyed that more than you had anticipated.

“Perfectto.”

(eeep I hope you like!)

[beneathashadytree]

EMPATHY - GIORNO GIOVANNA X READER

Warnings : Giorno is roughly 21 in this, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

Word count : 1.3K words

Synopsis : Sometimes, Giorno doesn't realize how harsh his words can be, and how they affect his beloved.

Requests : Are closed for the time being.

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Well over 3 hours had passed since Giorno had made that curt remark of his. At this point, I'd almost---if not completely, even---forgotten what he'd said and what the occasion had been in which he'd said it, but for whatever reason it was, he'd quipped back something sharp that left a wound in my chest.

It wouldn't have been the first time. As kind and empathetic he was, my fiancé would sometimes get these odd bouts of detachment and apathy that had him speaking words he seemed to have not fully thought out. The words---though empty and without a hint of malice---usually hurt more than I was willing to let on, and probably more than they ever would have if they'd been intentional.

In that sense, he was sometimes a bit of an idiot, and only ever realized the weight of his words or the inflections of his voice when he'd seen the blow they'd had on me. Only when he would be able to separate himself from whatever work had occupied his mind would he finally notice my avoidance of him---a habit I'd picked up on when I realized that it was futile to try and communicate with him whenever he was busying himself with something. And without fail, he'd always be quick to react to my absence in the room, finding me and, in a rare moment of panic, trying to make amends as quickly as possible. His eagerness alone was always more than enough to get me to forgive him---as was the case right now.

"Love?" Giorno's soft voice spoke into the airy space of the room behind me, footsteps resounding as he made his way over to my self leaning against the railing of our bedroom's balcony, absent-mindedly picking at my hair.

Humming in response to show him that I was listening, I didn't bother turning around to face him, still reeling with hurt after his mindless comment hours ago and not quite willing to look at him like everything was fine just yet.

After a sharp intake of breath, a heavy weight slumped against my back, and from the feeling of it, he must've rested his cheek against my head. Tentatively, his arms snaked around me, wrapping themselves around my waist and chest respectively, his hand gently squeezing my shoulder as he completely engulfed me. Though the feeling was delightfully warm and the gesture certainly sweet, I wasn't going to budge from my place any time soon without confrontation.

"Have you been crying?" he delicately broached the subject, voice a mere murmur in the calming Napoli wind.

With a nod, I admitted, "For a bit, yes."

"Oh."

He didn't speak for a bit after that, and I could almost perfectly picture the frown on his face with his cheek mushed against my hair. It wasn't difficult to envision, seeing as it was no secret that Giorno Giovanna was simultaneously a man with full understanding of emotions and a man with zero experience as to how to deal with them. A juxtaposition; something he couldn't help, and yet he always tried his best to fix things before they got out of hand because of his cluelessness.

His hold on me tightening as he glued our bodies together, he spoke up once again, "I didn't realize how cruel my words were. Can you forgive me?"

With a sigh, I tapped my fingers against the railing, "Giorno, it's not a matter of whether or not I will forgive you, because you know I can't stay mad at you for long," shaking my head, I turned around in his embrace to face him, "It's a matter of having to learn that your actions have consequences. You have to weigh your words before speaking them."

The forlorn look on his face was almost pitiful. His braid was undone, blonde hair swept by the breeze. Green eyes blown wide in earnest, he looked as though me being upset was more rattling than anything else. He even looked torn, not quite sure whether or not he should reply, but he seemed to have come to a decision.

"I don't know how or why, but sometimes words slip out and I don't really get why they would be hurtful," a frustrated look crossed his face, "It's always been a little like that, but recently it's gotten even worse. I find it hard to put myself in someone's shoes when I believe I had no ill-intentions while saying something."

I could almost physically feel myself softening in his arms as I saw how clearly distraught he was over the fact that he wasn't as in tune with others' feelings as he thought he was. As gentle of a soul as he was, he always prided himself in the fact that he'd always managed to distinguish the times when he should be firm and the times when he should mellow out, and the fact that the lines were blurring over must've been frustrating.

Mustering my kindest smile, I reached up to cup his warm cheeks, "I can tell. I understand that it must feel very confusing for you to feel a rift between your words and the emotions I end up feeling. But Giorno, I really don't want something you've never meant to have a negative impact on our relationship," at that, his scowl deepened, looking very troubled at the implications of my words, "We're engaged, so that means that I intend to spend my lifetime loving you, and that entails guiding you when you ask for my help."

Softly, he spoke, "Then please, help me by confronting me directly," he glanced to the side, eyeing the majestic view of the city unfolding underneath us, "Don't let your feelings simmer and step out here every time I say something harsh."

With a sheepish look, I smiled, "You usually look awfully busy then, and I would hate to interrupt you when you're focused."

Giorno furiously shook his head, his grip on my waist tightening, "I'm fine with an interruption if you're hurting. Tell me what it is so I can fix it instantly and learn from my mistakes."

Searching his handsome face for any hesitation and only finding remorse, I felt a pang in my chest at the thought that he truly was far less experienced than he'd ever let on. What little I knew about his upbringing was more than enough to tell me that this was partially the reason behind his sudden moments of passiveness and apathy, and that it would take more than just a disagreement or two to smooth things over. Trauma could not be undone that easily, if at all; what he truly needed was guidance. As hard as he tried to reign independently and forge his way through things, personal relationships weren't as easy to handle as the way he did with work, that much was obvious.

Finding his apology more than sincere enough and his willingness to change more than genuine enough, I burrowed my head against his silk shirt, feeling his heart thump loudly against my ear. I would've been able to spell out the words he wanted to speak if I wanted to, from hearing his heartbeat alone.

Please forgive me. I'm learning. I love you.

Every part of him was bursting at the seams with life and strong desires. Who was I to deny him of the want to become the best version of himself? And so, head resting on his warm chest and his arms encircling me impossibly tight, I gave him a promise.

"Alright, I'll be sure to do that. We'll work on bettering our communication, darling... together."

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[dongiovannaswife]

when you said for the finding chibi versions that giorno never had any toys, can I just ask for headcanons with an s/o who showers him in stuffed Animals?

;u; y e s. I made it with a gender neutral reader, hope it's okay. He's 25 here; nothing sexual, just a reminder.

Giorno Giovanna

They came to realization after one of those nights, when he came back from a close death experience and, in result, felt the need to talk. Something strange considering his quiet nature but it seemed like death looking at him so close made him realize how much he actually wanted to live. So, during that night of cuddles, he confessed he didn't had toys when he was a child and he always wanted a stuffed animal.

The day after, when he woke up the first thing he saw was a stuffed frog in front of him; his s/o hand holding it and shaking it with a loving smile.

And he couldn't help but smile and tear up a bit. Still shocked by last night events.

Days after, when he got over that, Giorno entered his office in the early morning only to spot a stuffed teddy bear and giraffe sitting on his desk. Besides the teddy bear —wich was dressed as his young version— waited a mug with the black coffee he liked so much.

The next stuffed animal was during one of the Sundays he spent sleeping 'till late. When he rolled up in bed, not awake but not asleep, something caught his attention when his hand came in contact with flur; opening his eyes, he found a bunny. A stuffed bunny, a green one that made him chuckle.

The next one came during his birthday; a stuffed ladybug of the size of his head.

In less than six months he already had a jungle of stuffed animals he kept.

And everytime they get him one he would always hug them and thank them to tiredness.

But the one stuffed animal he actually give to them was the one of a duck with a heart: on it a legend with the ask; will you marry me?

[angry-geese]

Hi there! I hope I'm not being rude! But is it okay if I request a scenario where Giorno has a bad nightmare of turning into Diavolo and when he wakes up, S/O comforts him?

i'm so sorry this took me so long to answer tumblr decided that it wanted to eat this ask in particular ig

also no worries, you're not being rude at all <3

Night Terrors

Giorno Giovana x reader

Warnings: none! overall sfw. brief mention of death, but it's not in-detail

a/n: i went with post-va because i felt it fit the scenario a bit better

word count: 1.1k

jjba masterlist

You don't sleep a whole lot any more. Not that you did before, but the older you get, the less your mind wants to rest. It's not for lack of trying. You've gone to doctors, and taken just about every medicine and home remedy in the book. Nothing ever seemed to work. And since it rarely got in the way of your work, you soon pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

Most nights you lay in bed until your phone, or someone else rouses you. And most nights that's what wakes you- someone calling you for help on a job. Days off before were rare. Now they're even harder to come by. You suppose it could be worse. You still get paid. And at the end of the day, that's really all that matters.

Tonight is hardly any different. Giorno is still working by the time you get the text. Mista. He needs help with something downstairs. With a grunt, you push yourself up from your spot on the mattress. It's only Mista, there's no need to put on different clothes. What you're wearing to bed will work.

By the time you get to him, Mista’s gotten things taken care of. But he is bleeding, so you make him sit up on the counter while you patch him up. It's nothing serious- a bullet grazed him. Hardly deep enough to waste the gauze on, let alone get Giorno to use his stand on him. It happens to him more often than not. Mista’s practically a bullet magnet.

Though the door to the office is closed, no light is visible in the crack under the door. You assume Giorno has finally called it quits for the night, and gone to bed.

He’s there when you finally get back to your room, dragging your feet the entire way. There's a Giorno-shaped lump on his side of the mattress, seemingly fast asleep. It's rare he goes to bed before you. The two of you have always had different sleep schedules, even if work wasn't keeping you apart.

The mattress dips slightly as you sit. The alarm clock on the bedside table casts a sickly red glow over the room. 2am. In a few hours you’ll have to get up anyway. You debate whether or not to try and get some sleep, or start preparing for the job in the morning. You suppose if you still can't sleep in an hour, you’ll get up and get some work done.

Behind you, Giorno stirs. Sweat beads on his forehead. His breathing is shallow, and labored. You feel his body trembling. Under his breath, you hear him mumble something. It sounds like nonsense, ended with a soft, but frustrated sounding “fuck!” You call out his name. Softly at first. Then, when he doesn't respond, with more urgency.

His eyes fly open, scanning the room before eventually falling on you. Once he realizes you’re not in any danger, he relaxes a bit.

“Nightmare?” You ask.

He’s silent for a moment, before nodding. His face is hardly visible in the dim light of the room. You watch as his eyes trail down your form.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask.

Again, silence. Only a moment later he speaks, and when he does, his voice is quiet.

“It's nothing to worry about,” he says.

You tug the covers back up over his shoulders. There's no use prying. If he really doesn't want to tell, then there's no forcing it out of him.

“I’m making tea, if you want some,” you say, pushing yourself up from your place on the bed.

He follows you to the kitchen. For a moment you consider making him stay in bed, but it's been a while since you two have gotten proper time to catch up. It can't be helped. Work has consumed much of your time recently. He’ll make it up to you somehow.

In the other room you hear the shower running. Mista must have not left yet. You make him sit while you put the water on to boil. From the cupboard you pull two clean cups, and the tea- a lavender chamomile blend. It's supposed to help you sleep, but really, you’ve never noticed much of a difference.

“What do you want in your tea?” You ask.

“Plain is fine,” he says.

Once the tea is done steeping, you fill both cups with the steaming liquid. You take yours with lots of milk and honey. It's still far too hot to drink. But that doesn't stop you as you try to take sips of the scalding liquid, and burning your tongue in the process. He lets the warmth from the cup seep out into his hands, spreading through his fingers.

You sit across from him, idly picking at a loose strand from your sweater. You have half a mind to take a pair of scissors to it.

“It was about Diavolo again.” He says. “My nightmare. You were there too.”

A soft “oh” leaves you. There's not much more to be said. That business is already finished- dealt with long ago. But sometimes it still comes back, worming its way into your unconscious moments, clinging in the corners of your mind. Your body may be unscated, but it's left its mark in your mind.

“I don't plan on going out anytime soon,” you say with a laugh, but your words only leave a hollow feeling in your chest. “It’ll take a lot more than him to kill me.”

Your mortality has always been more of an occupational hazard than something you pay much mind to. But recently you find your thoughts trained on it. It's hard to get off your mind, no matter how you try to push it back. Now you’ve finally got something worth fighting for.

“I know,” he says.

There must be a way to care for the wound without reopening it. To mend it for good. Little things remind you both of it. And when it's finally been shoved to the back of your mind to be forgotten, your subconscious finds some way to remind you.

Your hand finds his, your fingers lacing together. Your hands are cold. He’s not one for much physical contact. Sometimes it's nice, but it's rare that he initiates it. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy it. It's quite the opposite. But in some parts of his mind it's still strange to him.

He drains the last of his cup in one final swig. You stand to pour him more, but he declines. The dirty cups remain on the counter- the dishes you can do in the morning. When he does finally return to bed, you’re still beside him, hand in hand.

[jojo-reader-hell]

Hello Bad and Naughty Jojo's it is Tiem for Stinking Masterlist of this Hell, IN ACTUAL ORDER!

Part 1: Phantom Blood

Jonathan Joestar x Reader

Dio Brando x Reader

Erina Pendleton x Reader

Part 2: Battle Tendency

Joseph Joestar x Reader

That one Joseph x Reader fic that predicted the end of my seven year relationship

Obligatory Joseph Birthday, Sequel to the Button

Joseph Joestar and his poor twin who he cannot stop clinging to Headcanons

Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Please let Grandpa Caesar rest in peace

Suzi/Suzie Q x Reader

Granny Suzie Q is best granny of them all headcanons

Lisa Lisa x Reader

Where my gays at lets marry Lisa Lisa

Lisa Lisa x Pillarman Reader

The BEEF (Pillar Men x Reader)

PILLAR DADDIES!!! Mute!Reader x Wammu x Kars where I make you cry at the end

Kars x Pillarman!Reader aka the best fucking thing ever

Kars x Pillarman Reader: Beautiful Boy

Let’s see how many Clan of the Cavebear references I can sneak in here before somebody notices (Pillar!Reader world Headcanons)

Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Crusaders x Reader

The group of songfics because I said so.

Jotaro Kujo x Reader

This is a very serious set of headcanons with Jotaro, Josuke and Giorno reacting to a reader who hurts themselves

SDC x Reader headcanons where Jotaro’s S/O is Bobby Hill of king of the hill (aka that one headcanon list with THATS MY PURSE I DONT KNOW YOU)

Guess what friends, your brother is Jotaro Headcanons

Here’s some uwu Headcanons for Jotaro because sometimes, you just need a soft boi

Wolfo Boi Jotaro and expecting his fluffy brood Headcanons

Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader

Kakyoin discovers the Japanese foster care system is fucked up headcanons

Muhammad Abdul x Reader

I turned Magician’s Red into that goddamn lemme smash bird Muhammad Abdul x Reader Headcanons

Muhammad Abdul x Reader feat. A very fussy bebe

Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Jean Pierre knocks up Jotaro’s older sister more at 11

Pls send help for Smolnareff and Reader

SDC x Reader with the Moana Song

Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata x Reader

Josuke’s S/o is the epitome of “no talk me I angy”

You’re Josuke’s favorite Niece/Nephew headcanons

Josuke’s twin who finally calls their brother “Elvis” (come on we all were thinking it when we saw his hair)

Josuke x Kishibe Reader welcome to moominvalley

Rohan Kishibe x Reader

Rohan is a cunt but in this story he’s just a misguided big brother who acts like a cunt, also there’s Moomins

Mikitaka, Rohan, and Kira find out that their S/O is going to have a baby

Yukako Yamagishi x Reader

MINI Headcanon Minute number 1

a gay moment with Yukako

You thought I was trying to steal Koichi, but it was I, THE LESBIAN READER X YUKAKO

Part 5: Vento Aureo/Golden Wind

Team Buccellati x Reader

Giorno Giovana Hanahaki

a slightly angsty Mista x Reader

Mermy Reader x Bruno Buccellati

Bucci Gang with s/o’s PLONT addiction

Bucci Gang With Stuttering S/o

STAND FUCKERS UNITE: Bucci Gang Stands Flirt

Narancia Ghirga x reader babey Giorno part 1

Narancia Ghirga x Reader with babey Giorno part 2

Bucci Gang Sudoh Buck AU

Abbacchio coffee shop AU

Bucci Gang x Reader: Adheridos Separados

STAND FUCKERS UNITE HEADCANONS part 1

Mista is a good daddo headcanons (with mini pistol daddos)

Stand Fuckers UNITE part 2 headcanons

Giorno Giovanna’s baby sister is gay and in lesbians with Trish

Mistaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa x reader Valentine’s Day with the best song from Karen Carpenter

My Nana Ghirga x Reader because he is beautiful and deserving of love

You and Fugo show Abbacchio your new baby

Mista x Reader where we drive off into the sunset with our boi as we are completely passed the fuck out in the passenger’s side

Stand fuckers rejoice and have some Sex Pistols x Reader headcanons that my other bestie requested

Fugo and Bestie Book Club headcanons

My bestie always requests the cutest Mista x Reader and we owe her our lives for it

I titled this Bruno Buccellati x Reader “Slow Dancing in the Dark” and my friend on discord told me they don’t trust like that, they were right not to trust me like that

Narancia and his bestie who are math incompetent headcanons

Leone Abbacchio is best daddo Headcanons

Pannacotta Fugo x An Absolutely Feral Reader who was tenderly raised by a good boi Secco

The Finale for Fugo x Secco’s Baby Childe

I wrote this Abbacchio headcanon when I was laid up in bed for two weeks with a pulled back

Trish Una x Reader

Gay Cottagecore Lesbians with Trisha

this is the Trish Una x Reader with the Sad Bitch Hours TM Quote from Lemony Snicket’s The Beatrice Letters

I am Very Gay™️ for Trish Una and Spice Girl

La Squadra x Reader

La Squadra Babies

Creep out the creepsters with Secco and Melone

Formaggio and Little Sister!Reader, aka the first request to my blog

La Squadra thought Melone and his little sister just had a kink someone please send help

Melone is a very good doting boi for his asexual s/o

Mewone best boi headcanons

Formaggio is a big brubber and uses his stand to play dollies with his little sister headcanons

Mewone, Risotto, Bwuno, and the Stinky Cheese Young Nastyman with their sailor mouth babe

I took wigs once, and I will kill again. The Outside Part 1

The Outside Part 2

Trans!Melone x Reader headcanons

Pesci, Narancia, Mista and Rohan with Sailor Mouth Bebe

Secco/Cioccolata x Reader

Secco is Babey headcanons

Cioccolata x Reader x Secco “Wicked Games”

Cioccolata thought it was smart to give Secco a stolen baby and it turns out this was the best thing he could have ever done for the good boy

I projected a lot of shit about my ex on Cioccolata and Secco is still a good boy

Secco x Cioccolata x Reader with Bird Nest popcorn

Part 6: Stone Ocean

Foo Fighter’s Nickname is Foofy Foof and they are going to comfort you in this trying time

HELLO FRIENDS ITS TIME FOR QUEERS: Jolyne x Reader x Hermes x Foo Fighters

Instead of the DMs, it goes down in the pinta with Gwess x Fem!Reader

Author’s Picks:

Glitter Freeze Part 1

Glitter Freeze part 2 aka the one that NEVER FUCKING SHOWS UP IN THE MOTHER FUCKING TAGS

Glitter Freeze Part 3

JOTARO WANTED TO KNOW IF HIS BABY SIBLING BELONGED TO HIM YES HONEY YOURE A BIG BROTHER (alternatively fuck Sadao Kujo)

Taika Waititi Presents “We’re Wolves”, a Werewolf!AU where no one fucking dies and your great granny Lisa Lisa is there

Werewolf Au with all the JoJo’s alive part 2

Jotaro and Sibling Reader comfort

The one Gyro Zeppeli x Reader on this blog

[angelinpiink]

Can I get some headcanons for JJBA's Giorno Giovana x pregnant reader please!

❥ note: for this specific scenario I aged Giorno up to being  around 25 (give or take, it's up to you) since I didn't feel comfortable writing him as his original age during part 5! Also Bucciarati, Fugo, and Abbacchio are all still living, I refuse to accept their deaths.

Giorno Giovanna Headcannons ࿐ྂ。

 ❥ being giorno’s pregnant s/o would include: 

Firstly, when you told him you were pregnant he was a bit shocked, not necessarily in a bad way but the information just surprised him but once he was able to understand it all he would more than likely become excited to become a father.

I imagine that Giorno would be very overprotective of you during the pregnancy, given that he is a mafia boss there’s lots of people who are out to get him and have no problems using you as a means to do so and as a result Giorno will have someone keep watch over you whenever he himself can't be around to protect you. more than likely it will be Mista, due to him being someone Giorno trusts deeply. 

Giorno will make sure you have everything you need, basically spoiling you. he’ll hire a chef to prepare any food you may have cravings for, a masseuse to give you foot and back massages, hell, you'll probably even have your own personal doctor that comes to your house to check on your condition so that you won't have to leave the house, being a married to a mafia boss surely has its perks. 

He will be very gentle with you, treating you as though you were fragile, he does everything for you (if he doesn't already have someone hired to do so), expect lots of baths together because giorno doesn't like the idea of you bathing alone as there's the possibility of you slipping and hurting yourself or the baby. 

During your bath’s together the two of you will discuss nursery design plans, which will soon become a reality and potential baby names while he washes you off. Giorno would put a lot of thought into your baby’s name and because of this your baby would end up being named something that has meaning to the both of you. And  you better believe Giorno will make sure your baby has everything he or she needs long before they are born. 

 Though, as your pregnancy became more apparent he was often hesitant to touch your belly because he was terrified of harming you or the baby unintentionally but after a while of you reassuring him that nothing of the sort would happen he began to get comfortable. 

Once the baby is born, Giorno is very shy and nervous about holding him or her (that's up to you) out of fear of doing something wrong, I mean he most definitely didn't have the best example of how a father should treat his child though he is still determined to be the best father in the world and he will!

heres my masterlist!

[birdwonder]

JJBA Master List

✦  REQUEST GUIDELINES  ✦ ✦ CLICK HERE FOR NON JJBA REQUESTS !!✦

✦ JJBA 

Jonathan Joestar

Artist S/O Headcanons

 Dio Brando

Pretending to be enemies (pt 1)

Doting on The World (pt 3)

Dating Alphabet Headcanons 0.1 (pt 3)

Dating Alphabet Headcanons 0.2 (pt 1)

Joseph Joestar

Artist S/O Headcanons

Dating Alphabet Headcanons  (pt 3)

Sparring Practice ( pt 3 )

Sweet but strong reader ( pt 3 )

He Tries To Impress You (pt 3)

Caesar Zeppeli

Babysitting Holly Joestar ( non x-reader )

Dating Alphabet Headcanons 

Jotaro Kujo 

Short S/O Headcanons

Dan of Steel Attack (pt 3)

 Dating Alphabet Headcanons 0.1 (pt 3)

Dating Alphabet Headcanons 0.2 (pt 4)

Artist S/O Headcanons 

Doting on Star Platinum

Stealing His Clothes Why he likes you

Noriaki Kakyoin 

Christmas Tree decorating

Josuke Higashikata

Artist S/O Headcanons

Artist S/O + Jealousy

Confession + Rohan’s Help

Christmas Tree decorating

Dating Alphabet

New Hair Do 

Stealing His Clothes

Rohan Kishibe 

Dating Alphabet Headcanons 

Artist S/O + Body Painting 

Okuyasu Nijimura Valeintines Day

Giorno Giovana 

Body Swap Headcanons 

Artist S/O Headcanons 

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Playing w/ His Hair 

Bruno Bucciarati 

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Undercover Mission

Playing w/ His Hair

Leone Abbachio

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Playing w/ His Hair

Pannacotta Fugo

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Fugo Coming Out as Bisexual

Playing w/ His Hair

Mista

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Playing w/ His Hair

Narancia Ghirga 

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Vampire S/O

Playing w/ His Hair

Trish Una

Body Swap Headcanons

Aftermath Headcanons (everyone lives AU)

Doppio Vinegar

Dating  Alphabet

Ghiaccio

Gelato Date

[eldritchan0malywritingdump]

Giorno Giovana x Gn. Reader.

(So this is going to be my first crack at writing for Giorno so i hope i get it right or at least close. Next will be a Risotto fic and then Hazamada. If anyone would like to request something after i finish these i will make a post for requests.)

Prompt: Person A and Person B decide to use their day off to cuddle and watch movies all day.

Giorno had woken up early in the morning to the soft sound of thunder off in the distance. He glances at the clock on the bed side table and sees that it is 6:30 am. Giorno looks down at the figure he is holding in his arms and smiles gently. He loved them with every fiber of his being. He sighs gently as he quietly slips out of bed and runs his fingers through his hair that is disheveled from sleep. Giorno makes his way to the bathroom to get a shower in and get ready for the day. By the time he got out of the shower the storm was closer. And when he was finally dressed and ready for the day the storm was right above them. Giorno glances over at the bed seeing his love sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

"Good morning love i hope you slept well." he says as he strides over to their side of the bed.

"I slept well giorno because of your arms wrapped around me." they say as they smile at him.

Giorno chuckles and brushes a stray strand of hair out of their face. Then he leans down and kisses them on the lips gently.

"That is wonderful love. As it so happens i have the day off today so we can do anything your heart desires," Giorno says smoothly.

(Y/n) thinks for a while before smiling and getting up out of bed.

"Well since it is raining how about we stay inside and just watch movies all day while we cuddle?" they say as they make their way to the dresser to get changed out of their pajamas.

"That sounds lovely dear. I will go get things set up while you get changed." he says as he walks past them stopping only to give them one last kiss before exiting the room.

(Y/n) smiles and gets changed. When the come out of the bedroom and head towards the kitchen they can smell the wonderful scent of popcorn being made. When they reach to the entrance to the kitchen they stop and watch Giorno make popcorn on the stove. Giornor turns around and smiles at them.

"How about you go choose our first movie while i finish this up?" he says with a hint of a command in his tone.

(Y/n) just nods and turns around heading to the living room and searches for a good movie for them to watch. By the time Giorno enters the room with some popcorn and snacks they had decided on a sweet romantic comedy. Giorno sets the snacks on the table and lays on the couch. He opens his arms for them to lay down with him and cuddle. (Y/n) eagerly lay down in his embrace as they start the movie, and get settled down to watch the movie. Giorno smiles and holds them close as he looks over to the T.V. and watches the movie. He hears a loud crack of thunder overhead and smiles thinking of how grateful he is that he didn't have to work today so he can spend time with his (boyfriend/girlfriend). They end up watching movies till they both fall asleep on the couch to the sound of static and rain.

[kindajared]

Mafioso || (GiornoxReader) Part 7

It was about 8 o’clock by the time you and Giorno arrived at his apartment. He had a difficult time unlocking the door because of his nerves. You rested your hand on his back to stabilize him.

Once inside, you were both rather quiet, leaning on the wall next to each other, heads hung. You were both tired from the walk; everything was a little harder when you were drunk. You were the first one to speak.

“Are you alright?”

You looked to him, hoping to get a look at his face. He did look up, giving you a nervous smile.

“I’m fine. Tired.”

Was his answer. The both of you straightened your posture. You gave him a small frown, look of guilt on your face.

“I’m sorry If what I said was too much…I didn-.”

“No. Please don’t apologize, Bella.”

He interrupted your attempt to apologize for talking about your past. You should have assumed he wanted to hear your story…but as you had mentioned, you had  never spoken about it…so how were you to know if someone were to be willing to hear it?

“Alright. I wasn’t sure if it was to much or not. You know?” You told him, wanting to understand the reason you wanted to say something on the matter. You hoped he might understand. He in fact, did.

“I know. Just…don’t feel sorry about anything, okay?” His smile was no longer nervous. It was genuine. He wanted to try his best to make you feel as if you could do no wrong, nothing you could do would obligate you to apologize.

“Thanks, Giorno.” You took a step forward, leaning down to remove your heels. It was soon after that you entered the living room. You ran both of your hands through your hair. You didn’t care if you fucked it up.

Giorno had followed you, letting out a sigh before he beat you to the couch, plopping down onto it. He let out a groan. He was glad to be off his feet. You couldn’t help but smile at his groan, he sounded like an old man. You sat as well.

“Good as time as any to get comfortable.” You rested your back fully against the cushion of the couch, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You couldn’t deny that you were tired. You then felt the couch shift and an arm wrap around you. It was Giorno.

You opened your eyes. His seemed to be closed as well. To your delight he had sweet smile on his face. You let out a soft breath, leaning into him. You felt him move.

“Is this weird?” He asked you, eyes opening. He looked unsure. You were surprised he asked, of course it wasn’t weird. Being with him like this was lovely.

“No, not at all.” You assured him. You cupped the opposite side of his face so you could pull hi face closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t help yourself. He was too sweet for his own good. His eyes widened and his face flushed red. You let out a small giggle.

“You should see yourself, Giovanna.” You told him. Your hand still rested on his face. Your words just made it worse for him. He pressed his forehead against yours. Your chest tightened. You wanted to kiss him again. Was being in this state the only reson you were acting like this with each other? You hoped not.

Giorno had been wondering the same thing. That’s why he had to ask his question. He wanted to touch you. Rest his hands on your skin, hold you. Hearing your story stuck a cord with him. What he felt wasn’t pity, but a form of understanding. You spoke as he was mid thought.

“You can kiss me again, if you want…”

You spoke shyly, trying to hold yourself back from kissing him first. Your face felt like it was on fire. Maybe you shouldn’t have even said that. That is until Giorno did in fact kiss you.

Both of his hands gently cradled your face. You smiled simultaneously. You reached for the top of Bruno’s head, petting his hair. The kiss was even better than before. You could feel each other’s emotion in it.

When you deepened the kiss, Giorno didn’t seem to mind. You both wanted to feel this as you had back at the club. You finally parted your lips so that you could breathe. Both of your faces were flushed now.  You pressed a finger to Giorno’s bottom lip.

“I was hoping we might be able to do that again.” You breathed out. You moved your other hand down to his chest, pressing your fingers into his skin. There was an unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes now. Your heart skipped a beat.

With your new touch, Giorno began to want more, but he wasn’t going to take anything from you. He couldn’t help the look he gave you. He wanted to touch you.

You kept your hand on his chest despite you becoming a bit nervous. His turquoise gaze delved deep. You wanted the same from him…for him to touch you.

“Giorno I-.”

He interrupted you with another kiss. You were okay with this. The way his lips moved against yours was different this time. You liked it. You really liked it. You slid your hand up to his neck, stroking his throat with your thumb. The both of your hearts began to race. You let out a small hum. You wanted even more. You wanted him.

Hearing your hum did things to Giorno. Things that he wasn’t exactly happy about. This shouldn’t happen. It couldn’t. Not yet anyway. When you shifted, his heart skipped a beat.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you swung your legs across his own so that you could straddle him. You kept your lips locked onto his tight. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He let out a loud hum before pressing a gentle hand against your chest to push you away. He panted a bit.

“We can’t, (Y/N). We can’t.”

He sounded guilty saying it. He wanted it too. Though it just wasn’t right. The both of you knew that in all reality.

You hung your head in defeat. He was right and you hated to admit that.

“Yeah…”

You removed yourself from him and sat back in your original place. Well now it was awkward…

“Not yet.”

Giorno spoke again, which caused you to perk up. You looked at him, a hint of surprise on your face.

“You have to promise me you’ll stay.”

He told you. The smile on his face was confident. He’d make you promise. He could and he would. You looked away for a moment. Many thoughts ran through your head. Things never worked in your favor…would this time be different somehow? You looked back at him.

“I-I…I promise.”

Your voice was shaky. Sure, you could promise, but whether you stayed or not wasn’t your decision. You thought Giorno knew that already.

“Good…now (Y/N) listen to me, please.” He requested. You did as he said, you listened.

“We’ll do whatever it does to help you. You will be happy here.” He reached for your face and held it in his palm.

“You belong with us. With Passione.” The way he spoke was so reassuring. You knew with certainty that he believed what he was saying and so did you. You believed him.

“So, I want you to say it.” He softly ordered. You furrowed your brows. You weren’t sure what he was talking about.

“S-Say what?” You asked. You truly didn’t know. He let out a breathy chuckle. He eyes were soft.

“You’re going to be a part of our family now.” He told you, pausing momentarily so that he could pull his hand away and readjust his position. He wanted you to know what he was saying was serious.

“After joining us, what will you be?” He asked you. Your confused expression totally relaxed. You managed a smile.

                                                    “Mafioso.”

(There will be an epilogue!)

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Mafioso || (GiornoxReader) Part 6

(I can gaurantee you’ll enjoy <3)

You walked with your fellow Mafioso down the sidewalk, resisting the urge to lean on him. Being next to him like this was a treat.

The cool night air grazed your skin, the humidity has lessened. You rested your free hand on Giorno’s shoulder. Just a small form of affection. He glanced over at you with a cool smile on his face.

When you arrived outside the club. It was bustling with people. Many waited in line. You sighed, it would take forever to get in.  

Giorno walked past the line though. You were let in without hesitation. Oh yeah…he was mafioso.

When inside, the music wasn’t as loud as you had predicted. You wouldn’t have to yell to speak to Giorno. It was classy in there. It was rather dim, booths and a bar, accompanied by a dance floor.

“Can I get you a drink?”

He looked at you, releasing your arm as you approached the bar. You were a bit disappointed that he let go of you.

“Can’t say no to that.” You replied happily. You could use some booze. He ordered the two of you both Sangrias. Simple enough. You liked then fairly well.

“Grazie.” You thanked him, lifting your glasses as you received them and clinking them before taking your first sips.

Delicious as expected. Different from the wine you had at the restaurant you had dined at earlier. A blast of fruity flavor covered your taste buds.

When you put your drink down you sighed happily. You weren’t sure what to talk about, so you kept quiet for a moment. Giorno spoke up.

“So, Amica, tell me about you.” He leaned against the bar counter, elbow resting on it. You were unsure of how to answer at first. You felt as though you were not a very interesting person if you had to be honest, but you were sure most people would say otherwise. You were in the Russian Mafia after all.

“Well…I was born in Moscow. I know, big surprise.” You stopped to think,“I’m an only child. I don’t really know how to describe myself. I don’t have many special traits.” You told him, shrugging your shoulders.

“What about your childhood?” He offered you another question. You went to take another drink before you spoke.

“I raised myself. It was me, myself, and I. My mother passed when I was three.” You stopped for a moment. You turned, resting one of your hands on the counter of the bar before speaking again.

“It was scary being alone. Strangers would come to the house to meet my father. I was the one who answered the door. As I grew older, I learned to expect oddballs.” You began to tap your fingernails against the granite top.

“No one was kind. Everyone wanted something from my fathers, or something from me.” You cleared. your throat, going in for another drink.

“My father is…not a kind man. He’s…well he’s a stereotypical UnderBoss if you will.” You began to take more and more sips from your glass.

“He shouldn’t have had a child, let’s just say that.” You then felt a hand on your own. You looked to see that he was giving you a look of concern. You shook your head.

“Sorry, I don’t really like to talk about it much. No one actually ever asks me.” You gave Giorno a weak smile.

“You don’t have to say anything else.” He reassured you. He moved his hand to your wrist, grasping it gently. It was comforting. You nodded, not saying anything.

“My father shouldn’t have had me either.” He spoke in place of your silence. You raised your brows, interested.

“My mother left me alone day and night. Even when I was very young.” He spoke confidently. Those memories no longer bothered him.

“My stepfather beat me.” He spoke again. Your brows fell.

“Giorno, I’m so-.” You began to speak.

“It’s okay. It’s in the past. Besides, I had a savior.” He smiled at you Now you were curious.

“A savior?” You wondered aloud. He gave you one nod.

“A mafioso.” He said simply. You leaned toward him. A Mafioso?

“How? Why?” You had to know more…and he told you the story, though his secret was never mentioned. You could know of his ability. You found the story to be moving.

In the process you both finished your drinks. Giorno had let go of your wrist.

“Would you like a taste of home?” He turned and asked you. You knew exactly what he meant.

“I’d love it.” He ordered the two of you small and thin glasses of vodka. So, you weren’t driving home…

You ended up changing the subject and spoke about various things. His life in Napoli, his missions with the Mafioso. It was nice. You had a few laughs.

“You’re a cool guy, Giorno.” You complimented the other. Your speech wasn’t quite as it was when you entered the bar, you were losing a little composure.

“You really think so?” He chuckled. The two of you were side by side, rather close to each other.

“Yeah, I do. I’m glad I came here. To Italy.” You told him, nudging his shoulder with your own.

“I’m glad you came as well.” He replied. You blushed, taking the last sip from your glass.

“I-.” You were cut off.

“You should stay.” Giorno interrupted you. You blinked quickly. Stay? Could you do that? No…your father wouldn’t allow it. You looked away.

“I can’t…” You replied, disappointed at the sad truth.

“Why? Because of your father?” He asked seriously.

“Yes. He would never allow it.” You didn’t look at him. Giorno reached for your chin and took hold of it, moving your face that you would look at him.

“We will make him allow it.” He was clearly sure of himself. You shook your head,

“Giorno you don’t understa-. “ Once again…cut off,

“You belong here. With this Famiglia.” He moved his hand away from your face. You didn’t really know what to say, but you spoke.

“I’m flattered. I think-I think I’d like to stay. I have nothing back home…” You couldn’t bear to look into the other’s eyes. This was overwhelming you. He seemed to care so much. Why?

“Y/N.” He spoke your name. You met his gaze.

“You will stay. Bucciarati will make it so.” He was reassuring you, but you had so many doubts. He continued.

“I want you to stay with us. With me.” He let it out all come out. He had no filter. Sure, he was drunk, but he wanted you to stay. He liked you. He liked you a lot…and now that he was familiar with your story and your brave spirit, he knew you were fit for this place. For Italy. The only problem was though…was that you didn’t have a stand. You couldn’t possibly fit in with the Italian Mafia without a one. Or could you?

“Giorno…” The two had just met…but you did in fact feel the same as he did. You felt like you belonged. For the first time in a long time, you really felt you did.

“Will you stay?” Giorno wanted an answer from you and pronto. You let out a long breath, nodding.

“If I can…yes.” You felt tears well up in your eyes the. You had no idea why. Giorno widened his eyes. What had he done? He had pressured you to much. He was an idiot.

“Bella, what’s wrong?” He words were hurried. He reached a hand up to your face, cupping it.

“Nothing, I-I’m okay, J-Just.” You sniffled, putting your hand over his as it held your face.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly through your tears. He then took your other hand in his.

“No need.”

He leaned in a pressed his lips to yours. It was a shock to you. This was something you desired from him ever since you woke up that morning. You reached up for his face, holding it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist. Your lips locked together.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as he ran his hands up your sides, You managed to sneak a few of your fingers into his hair. He turned you, pushing your back up against the counter.

“Ehi!”

You both pulled away from each other, snapped out of the moment.

“Do that somewhere else, Idioti.” The bartender scolded the two of you. You pulled away from each other, faces red.

“Le mie Scuse, signore. We’ll leave.” Giorno immediately took your hand without a word and pulled you away from the bar and out of the club. You were wondering why he was in such a rush.

“Giorno-?” You wondered what was on his mind.

“I didn’t want to be there anymore.” He explained, letting go of your hand, but you took it back.

“Then let’s go home.” You replied quickly.

“Walk home.” You corrected yourself. You both looked at each other. Tears still resided on your face and he…well he was still a bright shade of pink. Both from the alcohol and from the kiss.

“Okay, let’s go.”

You began your walk home, passing by the car you had arrived in. You would retrieve it in the morning. Your hands didn’t part for the duration of your journey back to Giorno’s apartment.

What next?

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Mafioso || (GiornoxReader) Part 2

(I actually stopped half way so I could go to bed and finish in the morning...but now it’s past 3am oops! Enjoy!)

Bruno Bucciarati, Giorna Giovana, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Leane Abbachio, Pannacotta Fugo and now you. That was Passione. Team Bucciarati. You had to admit you were very overwhelmed by the personalities in the group. Narancia was the wildest no doubt. Abbachio was the least friendly, if at all. You wanted to take your time forming opinions though.

“So how old are you, once more, (Y/N)?” Bucciarati asked you, causing you to jump a little. You were processing. You took a quick sip of your water.

“Sixteen, I’m sixteen.” Giorno then looked at you, intrigued. You were also quite young, just as he was. You only glance at him though, you tried to keep your attention on Bucciarati for now.

“Young, I see. Just like Giorno here.” He motioned to the blonde. You then turned to him momentarily, flashing him a smile.

“And you’re-?”

“Fifteen.”

Giorno told you before you could finish speaking. You gave him a nod.

“Perfect. Looks like you’ve got yourself a girlfriend, Giorno.” Mista teased, feet up on the table. He smiled to himself, arms crossed. Narancia laughed.

“Lucky! I’d do anything for a girlfriend!” He complained, taking the whole thing to seriously. Abbachio rolled his eyes and shook his head. Fugo chuckled.

“Narancia, forget about it. You’re a little to hopeless.” Fugo told him, matter-of-factly. Narancia furrowed his brows.

“When was the last time you even talked to a girl, Fugo?” He retorted, pointing at the other dramatically. Fugo looked away, not replying. Narancia let out a humph, winning the small battle.

You looked back and forth as they bantered with each other. Giorno sat back with a sigh, speaking.

“You get used to it.” You were unintentionally blushing. You laughed nervously.

“I certainly hope so.” You replied.

“Quiet down, all of you. “ Bucciarai ordered, obviously annoyed with the situation. He then looked at you.

“We’re going to return to Naples.” He informed you and the rest, “We only came here for you, the drive will be two hours.”

“What? I thought we were going to at least spend the day! This sucks!” Narancia complained once again. He put his hands in his hair, shaking his head. He was clearly upset.

“I’m with Narancia, this is bullshit, coming to Rome and then leaving after just an hour? Lame…” Mista joined in, taking his feet off of the table. Bucciaratu sighed.

“Well then, what do you suggest we do?” He asked, giving in.

“Just hang out. It’s kinda luxurious here. Y’know.?” Mista replied, leaning forward.

“Isn’t it sort of luxurious in all of Italy?” You interrupted, earning you looks of surprise. They didn’t expect you to be talkative.

“Well I suppose once you’re used to it, not so much.” He explained, shrugging.

“Well if we’re going to stay, we should make our time count.” Bucciarati started to wrap up the conversation. He looked to you and Giorno.

“Giorno, why don’t you show her around the city? Take her to some attractions.” He recommended with a small smile.

“Sounds simple enough.” Giorno replied, nodding his head. He stood up from his seat and held out his hand.

“Let’s not waste his time.” His smile was soft. You took his hand, standing.

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You and Giorno traversed the basic tour attractions of Rome. The Pantheon, Roman Forum, Basilica of San Clemente and the Colosseum, which was of course only a fraction of what resided in that region of Italy. It nearly took all day. You began at 11:00 am and finished by 6:00 pm. You gazed at everything in awe, even during the car rides to and from different locations.

The fact that everything was so exiting to you was intriguing to Giorno. It was all so extremely foreign for you, it was like another planet. Luckily Giorno knew a lot about where you went, so he was the perfect tour guide. You were impressed every time he told you about something, explained the history of the places around you. You had a great time with him.

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It was sort of a shame you were the only girl in the group, you needed a feminine touch to the situation. You all piled into two cars when you began the ride back to Naples. You sat in the passenger seat as Giorno drove. Abbachio and Fugo rode in the back. You felt bad for Bruno, he had to deal with Narancia and Mista, but he seemed like he knew how to deal with them.

Abbachio and Fugo were rather quiet, which wasn’t at all bad, but you did want to get to know them. You decided not to make conversation, as you didn’t want to come off as a nuisance.

You looked out the window for most of the ride, occasionally feeling eyes on yyou. You knew it was Giorno and the feeling was nice. He liked you apparently.

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When you arrived in Naples, it wasn’t extremely different, of course not quite as grande, but still rather beautiful. You parked in front of an apartment complex, dropping Abbachio and Fugo off. It was just you and Giorno then. You looked over at him.

“So…am I staying in a hotel?” Giorno pressed the gas pedal, leaving the e=area. He nodded.

“Yeah, we have one for you, for as long as it takes.” He replied. You swallowed. You didn’t want to be alone. You were completely capable of taking care of yourself, but this place was huge, and you didn’t know what to expect. You. Someone who had taken lives at your age. Were fearful.

You’d learned to accept death, because one day you would die, and it would not be from natural causes. You sighed, shifting in your seat.

“Giorno…can I stay with you?” You asked him nervously, nearly regretting your words. You held your hands together in-between your thighs. Giorno lifted his brows, not expecting a question like that. Or for you to trust him that much. He replied.

“I-Um…” He had to think.

“I’m sorry for asking. This is just a new place. I’ve never left my home before. You know?” You apologized. Explaining yourself.

“No-no, it’s fine. I honestly don’t see why not. I honestly didn’t think you’d be comfortable with something like that. Bucciarati actually suggested it.” He glanced at you, seeing that you still felt a little ashamed. He gave you a small smile.

“You can stay with me.” He nodded, confirming his decision. Yoi gasped happily.

“Oh that’s great, Giorno, thank you!” You expressed your gratitude.

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Once you arrived at his place, you left the car on your own, grabbing your bag from the back.

“I’ll carry that.” Giorno came up to you, taking it. He slipped his hand through the loop of the bag’s strap, touching yours in the process. Every time he touched you, your heart skipped a bit. You liked him too…

He freely let him take it, following him to the staircase that led to his apartment in the stone building.

When you arrived at his place, he opened the door, letting you go in first. It was small inside, but the perfect size for a single Mafioso with simple taste, You followed him to his room. He placed your things on his bed. You became nervous,

“Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He assured you. He knew you had gotten uncomfortable.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that.” You shook your head. He approached you and touched your forearm gentle.

“It’s fine, you deserve a good night’s sleep. I’ll be fine.” The way he looked at you left you a little melted. He had beautiful eyes. You blushed, flustered by his touch.

“If you insist.” You smiled shyly. He exited the room and pointed to the left.

“The bathroom is just over there, can’t miss it.” You nodded, “You might need that at some point.” You let out a small laugh at that.

“Thanks, Giorno. I’ll see you in the morning.” He nodded, closing the door for you. You let your smile fall. You let out a long breath. Wow. Today was a long day, you were exhausted.

You began unbuttoning your shirt, sliding it off your shoulders. You knelt down to unbuckle your heels, which you hadn’t taken of at the door. Your pants were next. You hopped onto the bed, opening your bag. You had four days of clothes rolled together, You were never one to pack neatly, but you made sure nothing ever got wrinkled.

You took you a tank top and some loose pants that you usually slept in. You removed your bra, slipping the garments on. You blushed, smiling to yourself…

Would Giorno like seeing you like that? Wait…no,,what? You didn’t even know him…You sighed to yourself. Your crush was already intense. He was just…romantic. He didn’t exactly flirt with you, you just felt something…

You fell back onto the bed, leaning over to turn the light off that was on the bedside table,

You wondered what tomorrow would be like.

(Hope you enjoyed!)