#guido mista x reader fluff

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Adoring Stands

Here’s another JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure fanfic! I love Mista with my whole heart, and I came up with this idea the other day and had to write it down. As always gif and characters are not mine, and if anyone would like to make a request, please feel free to ask!

Description: Guido Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, absolutely adore the reader, and they love to show the bullets affection in return. When Mista tries to rest after an exhausting mission, he is greeted by an adorable sight.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting and violence from the mission, otherwise none (if I miss something though, don’t be afraid to point it out!)

After a successful mission, the Bucciarati gang loved to go back to the Libeccio for a five course dinner. Bruno spared no expense when it came to boosting the moral of his comrades, and each person took their seat in their usual spots. Abbachio sat to Mista’s left, his headphones playing classical music as he drank from his wine glass. To Mista’s right was Y/N L/N, the newest member of the team, followed by Fugo and Narancia. Bruno and Giorno sat across from Y/N and Mista.

“Excellent work today, Y/N. I must say your fighting skills continue to impress me.” Bruno commented as he took a bite from his garlic bread.

Y/N gave a slight smile as they bowed their head in respect. “Thank you, Bucciarati, but the mission would have failed without the help from the rest of the team.”

“Come on, don’t be so modest! You totally kicked that stand user’s ass.” Mista playfully nudged Y/N in the ribs, and they returned the favor by punching him in the shoulder. Narancia snickered at Mista and Y/N’s antics, and the rest shared knowing looks. The chemistry between the two of them had always been present, and the others loved to tease Mista about when he would make an actual move.

“What are you laughing at, uomo idiota?” Mista asked as he glared at Narancia. 

The younger boy laughed even harder as he twirled spaghetti around on his fork. “It’s nothing, Mista. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

The group continued to eat in silence, or it was silent until Mista’s stand, Six Bullets, complained about their own hunger. They all tried to climb up onto Mista’s plate to steal some of his food, except for Number Five, who had been punched by Number Three and knocked back onto the table. Number Five rubbed his swollen gold cheek as he started to cry, but Y/N quickly scooped them up into their hand.

“Easy now, Number Five, there’s no need for tears. Number three may pick on you, but you are just as valuable as the other bullets. Here, I saved you a little something.” Y/N offered part of their tiramisu cake to Number Five, and the bullet squealed happily as it pulled the dessert off the fork. Number Five quickly shoved the coffee-flavored cake into their mouth before the others caught them in the act.

Number Five hurried back to the group, and they whispered to Number One the kind deed that Y/N had done, hoping to earn some brownie points with the leader of the group. Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Y/N had slipped the Six Bullets desserts or extra snacks on the side apart from what Mista gave them, but it still excited each of them every time.

One by one, the other bullets sneaked off to steal some tiramisu from Y/N, trying their best not to catch Mista’s attention, but he wasn’t a fool. “Y/N! I told you not to sneak extra snacks to these guys! The last thing they need is coffee, especially since I will be the one dealing with the aftermath.” Mista shook his head, but Y/N simply giggled as they looked towards the Six Bullets.

“Do you all promise me you won’t trouble Mista? I would appreciate it if you take it easy on him, and if you behave, I might be able to spare a macaron or two.”

“We promise, Y/N!” The bullets replied in unison, causing Mista to shake his head at them, but Y/N noticed the start of a smile on the Italian’s face. After lunch came to a close, the Bucciarati gang headed back to their secluded hide out to rest. Bruno told them that it would be better if everyone lay low for a while in case other enemy stand users were still searching for them. Fugo and Narancia sat down on the couch in the common room of their hideout since Fugo promised that he would help Narancia with arithmetic problems. Bruno sat at the table by the window drinking a cup of tea and recording the details of the mission. Abbacchio sat across from Bruno listening to Monteverdi, taking a moment to reach across the table and take hold of Bruno’s hand. The capo smiled at the gesture and rubbed his thumb against the back of Abbacchio’s hand. Giorno worked on trimming a bonsai tree that had been a basket a few moments earlier before he transformed it with Golden Wind. The atmosphere radiated with tranquility, that is until Mista started pacing the floor.

The flirty interaction between him and Y/N was not the first, and yet the more time that passed the more that Mista felt something growing deep in his chest. It felt warm and comforting, but at the same time it made his stomach twist into nervous knots. The others told him numerous times that the feelings he experienced each moment he stood beside Y/N was love, but Mista still had some uncertainty. What if Y/N flirted with him for fun? It wouldn’t be the first time someone played with his feelings and left when boredom took over. “I’m going to go lay down for a while. Maybe some rest will help clear my head.” Mista walked down the hall and opened the door to the room he typically slept in.

Mista expected to see an empty bed, but the sight in front of him made his heart leap with joy and astonishment. Y/N laid on their back, their favorite blanket tangled over their legs as their eyes remained closed. The Six Bullets were curled up on Y/N’s chest, also in deep states of sleep. Number Five snored lightly as they nuzzled into the soft fabric of Y/N’s shirt. Mista grinned from ear to ear at the sight in front of him, and he thought to himself that this moment was sweeter than the chocolate cake he had for dessert that afternoon.

Trying his best not to wake Y/N or any of the Six Bullets, Mista crept over to the dresser and sat his hat on the oak furniture, running a hand through his curly locks. He crossed over to the side of the bed that looked the most spacious and settled into the spot. Mista leaned over and lightly touched Y/N’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re hogging my bed, bellissima.”

Y/N let out a groggy mumble as they opened their eyes. Their chest felt heavier than usual, and as soon as they looked down to see what was causing the weight difference, they noticed that the Six Bullets were still snoozing away. “I’m so sorry, Mista,” Y/N apologized. “I thought you were busy, and these guys were ready for their nap, so I offered them a comfortable place to rest. It appears I dozed off myself.”

Mista brushed the back of his knuckles against Y/N’s cheek, causing them to blush. “No need to apologize, especially after the ass kicking you did during our mission today. You deserve the rest, and clearly my Six Bullets are in the same boat.” It was Mista’s turn to blush as he glanced away to look out the window. “They really seem to like you Y/N, adore you is more accurate, and they aren’t the only ones who adore you with all their heart.”

Y/N gasped at Mista’s confession, but they could feel their heart swell with joy from his sentimental words. Y/N had developed feelings for Mista months ago, but after so many failed relationships, they thought that it would be impossible for someone like Mista to reciprocate the feelings. They reached for his hand, and Mista turned back to face Y/N. “I think you should lay down and rest a while too, Mista. I would say that you look even more attractive when you are exhausted, but I wouldn’t dare lie to the person I’ve had a crush on for months.”

A chuckle rumbled from Mista’s chest as he reclined on the bed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling them closer into his warm embrace. The Six Bullets seemed to enjoy the extra warmth from Mista’s sweater as well, and for once in a long time, Mista felt at peace. “I’m glad to hear that you would not lie to me, tesoro, because now that you have confessed your feelings too, I will be by your side for as long as I live.”

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Y/N hummed as their eyes drooped shut, sleep taking over once again. Mista fell into his own peaceful dreams, but none of them could compare to his current reality where his dream had already come true.

[starry-snippets]

touch starved s/o (kakyoin, josuke, mista)

kakyoin

☆ you tell him you're touch starved and he's like oh my gosh me too

☆ no but seriously. he's always felt left out and isolated, so knowing you feel that way too and connect through touch helps him feel understood

☆ is entirely okay with your needs too! they overlap a great deal but anything you differ on he'll attentively listen to and change, and please do the same for him

☆ enjoys being in your arms as much as he enjoys holding you. hugs are his absolute favorite along with patting your head. very in love with just being close to you

☆ would actually be a bit relieved to have a touch starved partner, as it'll make him less nervous about engaging in cuddling once he knows that it's for sure okay

josuke

☆ another touch starved boy!

☆ he loves to hold you by the waist, rest his arms on your shoulder, hug you from the back - anything to be close with you

☆ still awkward and pink whenever he touches you though. it's what you both want but holding your hand and hugging you has him blushing and defensive if anyone teases him

☆ especially likes being the big spoon. when you're cuddling he'll tangle his legs around you like he's playing twister. just finds it fun

☆ does sometimes have phases where he's not feeling overly physical, so talking about boundaries on both sides is incredibly important

mista

☆ not touch starved but just loves to touch you! okay a little touch starved. more than a little

☆ love language is predominantly physical touch, so isn't the least bit bothered by you being touch starved

☆ he loves to hold your hand and rub circles on the back of your hand, especially if you're waiting for something. mista will kiss your face from your ears to your chin, loving how you'll giggle because it's a little silly

☆ no amount of touching is really too much for mista. despite his high tolerance and preference towards it he won't force anything on you!

☆ the fact you enjoy his company and his intimacy makes him really happy and assures him a great deal that you love him

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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.

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA │ Forbidden Fruit Tastes the Sweetest

Summary: Your parents forbid you from seeing your boyfriend, but who are you if not a rule-breaker. So you sneak out to see him.

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati, Pannacotta Fugo, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista, Ghirga Narancia

Word Count: 545

Type: headcanons

Abbacchio

Leone is very grateful. He may not show it the best but you’re a very important person in his life, a glimpse of normalcy in this crazy place Bucciarati’s gang become. He doesn’t question your decision to stay with him until the very last second of your illegal meeting. He then nervously whispers a short are you sure? as he hugs you, and after your affirmation, Abba doesn’t need any more words.

Bruno

Bruno is really happy, but the fact that he will be able to see you is not the main factor. He feels joy because you decided to choose for yourself, to screw your parents’ commands, and to do what you feel your heart wants to do. He fully supports your decision, even though he understands where your parents come from. After all, their kid dates someone from the mafia. But it’s your life, not theirs, plus he really loves you, so he doesn’t even think about questioning it.

Fugo

Heck yeah! Screw your parents! For the past week he has been angrier than usual, not being able to see you, waiting for a word from you after your parents locked you up in the house. It was ridiculous! All these pent up emotions makes him tear up a bit. Not a lot, and when he notices that you see the difference in how glossy his eyes become, he hugs you tightly, nose buried in the crook of your neck. You’re his oasis, and he has to calm himself now that you are right by him, not going anywhere.

Giorno

I’m not sure why but I feel like Giorno would be the only one to question your decision from the start. I mean, yeah, he loves you, he wants to be with you, but because of this, he agrees with your parents. Someone like you shouldn’t be connected in any way with the mafia, in particular be in a relationship with the head of it. He wants everything and more for you, and when you tell him that you’ve made up your mind, and he hears the confidence, the firmness your voice holds, he shuts completely up, a voice that acts against his common sense, celebrating that he isn’t losing you. 

Mista

Of course he celebrates! Picks you up, twirls around and peppers whole face in kisses. He doesn’t like your parents just like he doesn’t like stupid people that they definitely are. Who do they think they are to tell you who to date or not??? Mista even suggests that you move in with him, because this way you wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking out. He pouts a bit when you decline, and even tries to jokingly bribe you with marriage, but he knows when to stop. He's just happy that you’re choosing to stay with him.

Narancia

He feels that you’re pranking him. And after you try to reassure him that no, it is not a stupid joke, he thinks that it’s a trap that your parents set for him. Only after five minutes or so, he believes you. And when he does, oh boi, the scream he scrumpts. SCREW YOUR PARENTS! Hell yeah! He even suggests that he can pay them a little visit, and you need to calm him down if you don’t want to become parentless. 

a/n: hey! first writing posted on this account lol. pls don't be too harsh as english is not my first language! also, forgive me if i made the bois not so in the character. it's been a year since i finished watching the 5th part

[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

[abellaheart-blog]

What Lip Stick They Buy You 💄💋

Bucci Gang x Reader Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

He picks out cutesy ones for you because he thinks the gloss will look nice.

He saw it online, The Crème Shop x Hello Kitty Kawaii Kiss Moisturizing Lip Oil - Vanilla Mint Flavored. He didn't care about the flavor. He cared more about the appearance and color

He would choose various cutsey lip glosses and the kind that are flavored hence why he got you dippin dots lip balms or Jolly Ranchers but expect different flavors he thought would taste best

His favorite would be fruit flavored glosses on you. Various would be given to you but he'd get a better brand

"Oh tesoro/tesorina! You're wearing the lip gloss I bought you!"

"Please can I have a kiss? You look so sexy/beautiful and kissable!"

"Only one kiss? You're wearing the tangerine lipgloss!"

"No fair! I wanted to try it from your lips."

Fugo Pannacotta

He loves the pink strawberry lip products on you! They make you look ever so kissable and he can't resist your lips

He buys you “Strawberry Kisses lip scrub” from Fourth Ray Beauty

Glosses are a must too he wants to pick the cutest ones for you

Yes all of them would be strawberry flavored or themed

He'd pick out pink strawberry themed lip sticks as well

He's so happy seeing you put them to use. He'll smile so much

Politely asking for kisses like the shy gentlemen he is

He would also get you a balm too if requested or if he see's a good one

He'll bite his lip hoping he could kiss you. The sweetie wants all your kisses when he see's you put it to use. He can't help it

He's shy about PDA so he'll ask you privately

"Mio prezioso/preziosa, I need to kiss you.."

"You're so cute. I smell strawberry. You used the lipstick I got you. It looks great on you, as expected."

"Bella/Bello please kiss me.."

"You're simply irresistibile."

Guido Mista

He's getting you lip products he think would make you more kissable. He can't wait to use a pick up line on you to earn a kiss

Mista buys you watermelon sugar lip gloss. It’s called, “this is juice gloss” by NYX

Much like Narancia he's getting you flavored lip products but I feel like he'd get the soda flavors. He'd totally get them to make some sort of cheesy pick up line. The fruity and coke flavors would be his go to but if you prefer other soda flavors he’d pick them out too.

Mista loves lipstick on his partner too. He thinks it looks so pretty attractive. He might buy you some in red since he thinks its sexy. He'd make sure its a good brand

If you don't like red lip he's fine with other colors but of course he'll like them natural too. He's still wanting your kisses constantly

Too bad he doesn't realize lipstick don't taste good but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make

He would like different colored lipglosses too. I can see him picking purples and pinks

He's going to be begging for kisses when you wear lip glosses since they draw so much attention

"Looking good handsome/gorgeous. Where's my kiss?"

"Is that red lipstick I see? Gimme kisses!"

"You look so sexy. I'm going to need some kisses. I hope I earned them."

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno likes pink lipsticks and he'd love seeing various shades on you too!

He buys you lipstick from Sephora for you. He likes their products because they carry good quality expensive brands.

The Rose lip scrub is his favorite on you

Hot pinks are also a favorite choice of his

He’d be sure to pick out a shade that would compliment your complexion

Dior would be another brand he would love to buy for you

Lip glosses would be the other type of lip wear he’d pick out for you. Pinks and purples. The glosses would look so cute on you

"Bello/Bella I'm happy to see you wear the lip gloss I've given you."

"Scusi but you're looking so divine today. I must kiss you, cara/caro."

"You're wearing the pink lipstick I bought you, aren't you stella (star)?"

"Carino/Carino are you only giving me one kiss?"

Bruno Bucciarati

He likes the red lipsticks for you! Any shade is fine with him.

He’d pick out a good brand like Dior or maybe Sephora

Other shades I can see him choosing would be browns or orange colors

Bright colors would compliment your eyes but he thinks brown shades look sexy too

He’d be delighted to see you wear the colors he bought you. Anything to make you happy

He isn’t opposed to other types of lip wear I feel like Bruno doesn’t know them too well

“I see you’re wearing the red lipstick I got you. You look very breathtaking~”

“I never get tired of your lip prints. They make my day, amore mio.”

“So beautiful.. I know I’ve already kissed your hand. Would you be opposed to a kiss?”

Leone Abbacchio

He’s the perfect one to pick out lipsticks for you. He knows makeup very well and enjoys picking them out for you too. Maybe he could do your makeup too if you like?

Of course he’d want to twin with you by getting you purple lipsticks. He’d get various shades so you can experiment with a color you’d enjoy most

He’d also like blacks and dark greens on you. Red is also a pleasing sight to see as well. Getting brands off of shelves while he’s shopping for himself but it’s most likely he’s shopping for you

He’d love to pick out lipsticks with coffin packaging

He’d get some Nightmare Before Christmas lipsticks as well. He enjoys their shades of lipsticks and would also enjoy the look of the design

He isn’t opposed to other colors. These would be his favorites he’d like to see on you.

He always has a smug look on his face at night when he sees your lip prints on him before washing it off his face or other body parts

If he had to pick his favorite it would be black. He secretly thinks it’s sexy

“The black lipstick really suits you.. better seat you on my lap before you run off.”

“Where’s my kiss, my dark empress/emperor?”

“Need to kiss you, my sexy vampire.”

"Getting lip prints on me whore?"

[sovereignjojoz]

Mista with an affectionate rich girlfriend! reader!!!

Pairings: Mista x fem reader

Warnings: reader is kinda spoilt but sweet, maybe even a bit ditzy.

Notes-as soon as this popped into my head I had to write it idek?!&@)&?£&&/

<3thinking about Mista with a spoilt but sweet rich little girlfriend who just spoils him rotten and buys him all these gifts and jewellery :((

<3and like when the gang meet you they fully understand because you're (one of Mista's many types) to a T. Like you're dressed from head to toe in an elegant co-ordinated outfit, with high heels and expensive shades on, because you wanted to make a good impression, and you're just there clinging to Mista like "hi🥰!!, I'm Mista's girlfriend!"

<3you literally just cling to him the whole time too, kissing him casually and leaving some of your lipstick shade on his lips, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, re-adjusting his hat, he loves it.

<3and he knows how much effort you put in today since you wanted to make a good impression on his friends, you even dragged him shopping just to buy a new outfit for this occasion since you were slightly worried of what they’d think, so he made sure to tell you how good you look murmuring comments like “you look so pretty baby.”

<3you can’t help but cuddle him and kiss him all over.

<3the others were so curious and couldn’t help but ask how the two of you met and you obliged telling them how you saw him walk into your favourite boutique and he was just so cute you had to make him your boyfriend, so you begged him for a date and at first he said no (he didn’t wanna put a pretty girl in danger due to his occupation) but at your disappointment he changed his mind and gave you his number causing you to squeal.

<3cue Mista blushing slightly as you reminisce.

<3he finds himself drowned in jewellery and expensive glasses and stuff just because you see something that you think would look nice on him and just MUST buy it for him, and it’s fine since your dad is like the top surgeon or something so it’s not even a dent in your pocket. He’s so flattered.

<3sometimes he’ll just here a ping, or see a notification saying: [name] sent you €750. Hiii baby~ please treat yourself, I love youuu! Mwah mwah mwah! He finds your generous it’s so adorable.

<3he’s also a good boyfriend though, like he treats you really well, is protective of you and most importantly returns your affection like he’ll spoil you rotten with quality time.

<3he definitely shows you a ton of places too, y’know since he’s eighteen years old and would most likely love going out, so he loves showing you all these cool places that he knows and seeing your reaction since you’re mainly used to prestige.

<3he’s quite patient with you too (I mean he deals with the pistols on a regular so…), so like if you don’t understand something like how to use a regular appliance, he’s probably going to tease you a lil then show you how to use it, or not so you have to keep coming to him every time you want to use it (hehe).

<3and even though he may not be as loaded as you, he likes to spoil you too! He knows that you’re high maintenance and like to do stuff like getting your nails done, or getting new outfits so he often indulges you too. Once in a while you’ll see a notification like: Mista sent you €200. For ya nails babe, get em blue and red like my hat or that pink that looks good on you, almond shape.

<3he’s so sweet, he might even get his nails done with you sometimes, he just loves his gf so much!

In conclusion, boyfriend Mista>>> and he deserved to be spoilt rotten!🥰

[beneathashadytree]

hello! could i have HCs of mista and a fem reader who adores the sex pistols? she likes to feed them, play with them, and maybe even knits them little hats that look like mista’s because she loves them. but she makes a mistake when she tells them she has a crush on their stand user, because they immediately snitch on her to mista (😭)

SNITCHES GET… GIFTS? - GUIDO MISTA X READER

Warnings : this is pretty cheesy and not proofread, reader identifies as female!

Genre : tooth-rotting fluff <3

Word count : 1.0K words (oops)

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! I thought long and hard how to get to this, and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I have a soft spot for the entire Bucci gang and their stands, as you could probably see🫣 Hope you enjoy reading this, anon!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

It seemed like a sort of unspoken rule that every stand user that somehow found their way into the Italian mafi ended up on either Bucciarati’s squadra or Risotto’s squadra

It was to ensure both confidentiality and cohesion of the group working as one unit, which could only be achieved when all of the squadra consisted of stand users

With her luck, she winded up on Bucciarati’s turf, her stand another weapon to add to their arsenal

Mista was rather nonchalant about the new addition; he never really minded getting to know a new person as long as they proved themselves to be useful and trust-worthy

He does his own thing anyways and always pulls up in any pinch they find themselves in, regardless of how the others react to their missions

But for some reason, he found himself actually quite enjoying her company even when they’re not doing anything in particular

The same—and more, actually—could be said about her; she soon realized that she was almost making up excuses just to be in the sharpshooter’s presence, and to learn more about him whenever they sat together

His likes, his dislikes, his quaint tetraphobia, his unique sense of humor and wit, his sharp intelligence; everything about him was something she wanted to discover bit by bit

And with coming to know him so personally, she of course had many interactions with his stand, the Sex Pistols, and slowly grew increasingly fond of them

They truly were like a bunch of rowdy kids each with a vastly different personality from the other, and it was hard not to like them

Hardworking as they were, they were almost always hungry and in need of attention and affection, things she was more than willing to provide whenever she was available and in the vicinity

More often than not, the six little guys were found trailing after her, happy smiles on their faces as they nibbled on pastrami and cheese mini sandwiches she’d prepared for them, cheeks stuffed and delighted smiles on their tiny faces

Even the scruffy Number 5 couldn’t help but feel happy whenever she made use of her time off to play with them, despite Mista’s protests that she didn’t have to

Her insistence that she actually wanted to spend time with them didn’t go unnoticed, flustering both the stand and their user

Come Christmas, already more than a few months had passed since she first started having feelings for Mista

Feelings she clearly was oblivious to them being reciprocated

Considering herself an almost-caretaker for the Sex Pistols whenever Mista himself wasn’t fussing over them, she decided to make them a gift herself

Seeing how much they absolutely adored the gunslinger, she decided to knit them tiny hats similar to the one he wore all the time

As for Mista, she decided to make him a scarf that perfectly matched his usual outfit, decked in his favorite red and blue, while she secretly made herself matching gloves

She already readied herself to excuse it as her simply liking the design if anyone questioned her about it

Thankfully things went relatively smoothly the entire time she spent knitting the set, but that ignorant bliss around her didn’t last long

Just a couple of minutes in showing the Sex Pistols her gifts for them, Number 3 found himself tripping over the box she’d thought she’d so cleverly hidden under her bed

After a few flustered stammers, a furious blush to the tips of her ears, and pathetic lies that not even a two year old would believe, she slumped over in defeat and admitted to the fact that she’d knit matching gloves and scarf for her and Mista

Ever perceptive, they shared a glance before Number 1 bluntly asked her if she had a crush on their favorite guy, to which her flaring blush only affirmed

No words were needed, the Pistols sharing mischievous smiles that spelled something foreboding to her

She begged them not to tell Mista, her earnest and horrified expression causing them to feel a little sorry for her, silently deciding to stay quiet… for the time being

As soon as they spotted her handing him his gift, though, they were quick to cheekily grin up at him

The man himself was stunned by the sweet gift, expressing his gratitude as best as he could and hugging her gently

Honestly, the smile and slight flush on his face should’ve been a clear indicator that he had it bad for her as well, and that her thoughftul handmade gift had made him happier than he could ever admit

“She knitted matching gloves for her too, because she likes you, Mista!”

Mista’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he stood there stunned by the words Number 2 had blurted out, earning a nudge from an alarmed Number 6

They all stood with baited breath, watching as a mix of horror and embarrassment made its way on the woman’s face, whereas Mista’s face turned every single color under the sun as he slowly processed the words he’d just heard

His loud and boisterous laugh of disbelief had them a little confused, and her face began to fall, before he quickly threw his arms around her, bringing her in for a tighter embrace than before

The expression on his face could only be described as blissful, and her scrunched up countenance melted into a relieved one

“You’re… alright with that?” she hesistantly asked him, only to have Mista squeeze her waist, open affection in his eyes as he smiled at her

“About damn time you noticed I like you too, geez!”

“Not like you’d noticed I had feelings for you, either…” she mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes despite the blush on her cheeks that betrayed her

They were only interrupted when Number 7 pointed out, “Hey look, mistletoe!”

Before she could glance up in the direction he was glancing at, Mista took the chance to swoop in and softly kiss her

Too enamored by the all-consuming kiss, she was too busy to notice that there wasn’t anything above their heads, and that the Sex Pistols had snuck out, giggles remaining in their wake

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @boorishbrambling @blondeboyfriend

[bruabbasbellaragazza]

Stop getting yourself hurt Guido

synopsis: you take care of mista after a dangerous mission

cw: mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, mentions of sex but no actual sex happens, just some good ‘ol fluff

pairing: Guido Mista x reader (gender neutral)

note: i was trying to turn this into smut but it ended up being getting really cute and i was like ykw nvm😭😭 (not proof read, grammar isn’t my strong suit😩)

word count: 1.2k

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it was a regular night in the cozy Italian apartment you own in Napoli. you decided to have a chill night and snuggle up on the couch with some snacks and a terrible reality tv show. you were wearing a pair of grey men’s sweat-shorts and a tank top while engulfed under a soft fleece blanket. it was serenely calm. that was until you heard urgent knocking on your door. you jumped from the abrupt noise and paused your show. you looked at the clock and it was 11:30 pm. “who could be at the door so late? what the hell.” you said to yourself in confusion while making your way to the door.

you finally get to the door and check the peep hole. as soon as you laid eyes on him concern filled you to your core.

see, you and mista have been having a sort of “fling” (or atleast that’s what you both call it) for about a couple months now and typically after a long day’s work with the bucci gang, he’d come over to see you. sometimes you both just chill and cuddle, while other times mista has a more naughty motive. they typically always consist of you tending to his wounds with your stand before continuing on. he always finishes his missions early though and would usually start heading over earlier in the night. any later and he’d just stay at his place.

you both met at a club one day where he saved you from a way too persistent and rough guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. long story short, that man ended up with a piece of lead in his head, shot my mista’s revolver and ever since then, you and mista have been fucking each other like rabbits since then. you both developed deeper feelings since then, but neither one of you acted upon it. the mafia world is just too much for you to handle he thought.

anyways you spot mista through your door’s peephole and see him in the worst state you ever have. cuts and bruises on his face, arms and torso and his sweater spotted with a concerning amount of blood. you frantically open the door. “mista what the hell happened to you?!” you yell with concern. “nothing cara mia. just a few injuries as usual-”. he says completely unfazed with suave in his voice. “nothing guido?! you’re covered in blood! just- come in!” you say frantically trying to pull yourself together as we walks in, locking the door behind you.

“yes baby it’s nothing giorno already helped with my critical wounds but we had to keep the mission -” mista was then cut off by you “i don’t give a fuck! you look like you got hit by a truck on the way here. sit down while i run you a bath- and don’t try to protest, your taking a goddamn shower” you demanded in a motherly tone.

you made your way to your bathroom which is attached to your bedroom and start running a hot, soothing bath with epson salts and essential oils to relax his sore muscles. you also decided to add a few candles and incense to help the mood.

once you were satisfied with how the bath looked you went back out into the living area to fetch your wounded warrior. “let me walk you to the bath guido.” you say grabbing him gently. “i promise i’m fine baby. it’s okay.” you completely ignored him and took him to the bathroom anyways. when you got there you helped him get out of his soiled clothes and gently placed him in the bath. “i’ll be right back.” you said to him.

you went into the kitchen to make him your “special tea”. similar to tonio’s stand, you’re able to materialize your stand into something edible, which then heals the person’s body who ingests it. in your case, you do this with various herbs, turning them into teas.

you walk back into the bathroom with a nice hot tea in your hands for mista to drink. “here you go dipshit” you say to mista as you hand him the tea and take a seat on the side of the tub. “is that anyway to treat your guests?” mista says sarcastically, knowing you meant it out of care. “i just- i hate seeing you come over all the time so beaten and battered. i can’t help but be scared every time you go on a mission and come back looking like this. please be more careful guido.” you say voicing your anguish.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re falling for me bella”, mista teasingly remarks back with a smirk. “mista i’m serious! you need to be more careful! now finish drinking your tea so i can patch you up.” you say avoiding his question.

your stand worked like a charm as it always does and patched him right up leaving just a few small bruises on his body. “okay scrub yourself, and rinse off. i’ll leave ur clothes on the bed for you to change into.” you say making your way out of the bathroom. “you’re already wearing my shorts. did you miss me that much?-“ “shut up guido” you say closing the door behind you as he chuckles.

you lay out just a pair of boxer briefs and sweatpants that he left over sometime ago for him to relax in when he gets out. in the meantime, you ordered takeout to your apartment and resumed your show.

about 5 or so minutes went by and mista appeared from out of your room “if you wanted to see me half naked so bad all you had to do was ask” he says trying to annoy you. “i forgot to do laundry mista. leave me alone” you replied (you didn’t forget lol) “anyways i ordered takeout, it should be here in about 30 minutes”, you continued.

mista plopped down right next to you on the couch and pulled your hips closer to him. you placed your legs in his lap and played with his curly brown hair while focusing on your show. “you know, you’re pretty sexy when you get all concerned and yell at me like that”, he says leaning in and placing a kiss on your jaw. “i don’t care how ‘sexy’ i look. you need to stop getting yourself hurt guido.” you state facing him again.

“maybe i like getting hurt.. it gives me a reason to see your pretty face all the time.” he pulls your face closer to his and leaves a soft reassuring kiss on your lips. “Grazie cara mia” he says with a serious tone upon releasing from the kiss. you pull his face back to yours, connecting foreheads, “i love you guido” you whisper to him. he’s shocked at first, finally knowing that you reciprocate his feelings, but the only words he could muster up after that was “i love you too”

[stardustcrustaders]

Pampering (Mista x gn!reader)

Cute fluffy one shot where reader takes care of Mista after a long day at work.

It is unfinished, but it’s finished enough to be enjoyed 🩵

Warnings: nudity (bath scene), mild profanity, blood, very mild angst (hurt/comfort)

Word count: 1.6k

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The apartment was empty. Unusually empty. Sat on the balcony you look up through the towering Neapolitan buildings, it was easy to believe the dark sky was endless, and it went on forever. The stars look especially close tonight. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as a cool breeze kisses your cheek, prompting you inside soon after to the cramped confines of your apartment.

“Damn it, Guido.” You whisper to yourself as you lock the balcony door behind yourself. The clock was nearing 1am and he was still nowhere to be seen. No calls, no texts, nothing. It’s not unusual for Mista to be late coming home considering his line of work, but you still can’t help but worry.

1:39am. Anxiously pacing back and forth in the kitchen, worries swarm your thoughts. The worst case scenario repeating itself like a broken record. You’ve already done what you could to take your mind off his impending arrival; reheated dinner, swept the floors, made the bed… now all that’s left to make it complete, is him. Heart aching with longing and your stomach in nervous knots, you lean against the kitchen counter. The low hum of the radio beside you filling the silence.

2:10am. A dirty coffee cup sits in the empty sink. Sprawled across the couch with your legs up on the top cushion you stare at the ceiling thinking to yourself. Thinking about how this man would certainly be the death of you, I mean, he usually has half the decency to call and let you know he’s going to be late… this is a first. You pick up the landline from the coffee table beside you, wondering if it’s worth calling him for the 10th time tonight.

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The sound of the door unlocking sends your ears perking straight up. Tumbling off the couch clumsily, you make a b-line to the front door, smiling with your hands behind your back waiting for your beloved boyfriend to enter.

The front door creaked loudly.

“I’m home.”

Words couldn’t begin to form, your eyes shoot wide open, jaw dropping to the ground as you let out a loud gasp upon seeing the state in which Mista was in. He is filthy, his sweater torn—caked in blood and dirt, a bullet hole is left on his shoulder and he stinks to high heaven.

“Oh my GOD, Guido, are you okay?! What happened!?” You mentally curse to yourself as you gingerly place a hand on his back, helping him into the apartment and onto the couch. It tortures him to move, so he keeps his movements small and steady.

“I’m fine, *carina.” He speaks tiredly, flashing a warm smile as he sits down onto the couch— hissing in pain while doing so. (*carina= dear/beloved)

“All in a days work.” He winks as you walk over carrying a pair of tweezers, rubbing alcohol and a ceramic bowl, shaking your head, you sit beside him.

“You have to be more careful, Guido.” You dismiss his playfulness with a serious tone. This isn’t the first time he’s come home looking like a walking pin cushion and stinking like a pig in shit. “I was worried sick you know…”

There’s a heavy silence that falls between the two of you as you use the tweezers to pull the bullet out of his shoulder. Once you manage to dislodge the bullet, you soak a cotton ball in alcohol and begin to clean the wound. Mista feels your hands trembling and looks up to meet your eyes holding back tears.

“Oh sweetheart…” he speaks softly and brings your hand to his cheek where he turns to gently kiss your palm. The tears spring loose from your eyes and you throw yourself onto him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Gut-wrenching sobs tear through your chest, body wracked with an onslaught of tears. You hold his body firmly against yours as you reach under his cap to cradle his head, stroking his hair and neck lovingly— almost as if he would disappear at any second.

“I—I was so scared.” You whisper into the crook of his neck, melancholy weighing your voice down, making it tremble.

“You usually call… I thought—“

Using all the strength he can muster up he lifts up his injured arm to rest on the small of your back, his uninjured arm following suit. Thumbs rub small circles against your clothed flesh. Having you in his arms, even like this… it fills him with an overwhelming sense of warmth— euphoria, even. For just a second the horrors he witnessed today are forgotten. Turning his head slightly, he speaks into your shoulder.

“Deep breaths, carina. I’m here now. I’m sorry for making you worry… my phone got completely destroyed on the job today.” He explained in a gentle tone, kissing your shoulder between every couple of words. Seeing you like this isn’t easy for him.

“I’m so sorry.” His breath hitches for a second. Moving his hand to your head, his fingers tangle into your hair as he continues “I tried to find a payphone but it was no use… I just thought to come straight home.”

Pulling yourself away from his neck, you wipe the tears from your cheeks. Immediately, Mista is flooded with the overwhelming urge to pull you back in, but he resists for the time being.

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault, my love.” You smile sadly as you caress his cheek. Realizing then how badly his condition truly is. He is pale and his cheeks seem to have hollowed out due to many sleepless nights back to back. This is also probably due to the gunslinger forgetting to properly take care of himself while under the constant stress of work. And you don’t blame him, being a mafioso isn’t easy.

“You sleepy?”

Guido only nods into your palm, his dark eyes beginning to shut.

“Kinda… but I can be up, if you need me to be up.”

You bite your bottom lip in contemplation, looking away for just a second— not realizing the growing smirk on your boyfriends face. He loves watching the faces you make when you’re thinking.

“Okay, wait here. I’ll be right back.” You get up from your seated position, kissing Guido on the cheek before leaving the room.

Once you leave the gunslinger alone to his own devices, he begins to shut his eyes. Blissfully unaware of the fact that his Sex Pistols are hot on your trail, following you into the bathroom.

“Y/N!” They shout in unison, swarming your body. Number one tugs on your hair, two pulls on your ear, three punches five— making it cry and hold onto your cheek, six and seven take turns playing hopscotch across your knuckles.

“We missed you todayyyy~ ueeeuueee ueee.” Number five cries out as it mentally recalls the events of the day. Obviously still very much stressed. Smiling softly, you pull number five off on your cheek and brush the rest of them away from your busy hands.

“Long day huh, Pistols?”

You’re sat down on a stool beside the bathtub as you fill it up with warm water. Though currently, you’re looking through the under sink cabinet for some Epsom salts.

“Yes!”

“Really busy, you should have seen it.”

“I think Mista shot 5,000 bullets!”

“5,000 minimum!”

“… got shot 5,000 times too.”

“If it wasn’t for Giorno—“

“Mista would be dead!”

“I’m hungry…”

“Me too!”

“I want salami!”

“I want melon!”

You manage to sound out the Pistols as they begin to talk amongst themselves. Now just souly focused on preparing the bath for Mista— but there’s just something you can’t seem to shake… a gnawing burning in the pit of your stomach forms. A wave a nausea rushes over you in that moment.

“If it wasn’t for Giorno. Mista would be dead.”

~*~

Ten minutes have passed. The water in the bathtub has reached a pleasant lukewarm. The Pistols have long since left the bathroom to raid the kitchen— on any other day you would have been annoyed by this, but not tonight. Tonight you let them eat to their hearts content, willing to sacrifice your full pantry to satisfy them.

On your way back to the living room, you stop in the doorway to admire Guido’s peacefully sleeping figure. His head is tilted back against the top cushion of the sofa, mouth hung ajar. Chestnut colored curls peek out from under his slipping cap. A part of you wanted to leave him asleep, he looked like an angel. So peaceful, ethereal even. To say that Guido was just, beautiful, is a gross understatement. He was a work of art, painstakingly chiseled from blood, tears and passion. Simply beautiful beyond comprehension… to you at least.

Sitting beside him on the couch you contemplate what do to next for another moment. Fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of his pants.

“He had a long day… sleep is important, but if he doesn’t have something to eat he could feel sick in the morning. Especially if he doesn’t treat his wounds properly and wash up…”

Deciding it was for the better, you place a gentle kiss against Mista’s cheek, cradling the opposite with your hand. This immediately forces the gunslingers eyes wide open and he looks to you; first in concern and then with adoration. Letting out a low chuckle he sinks deeper into the couch and closes his eyes again, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Is your surpise ready for me, bambina?” He asks through droopy half lidded eyes, his voice is heavy and laced with the reminisce of sleep.

“Come, with me.”

Standing, you take his hands to help him up. You guide him slowly to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet lid. Crouching to his eye level you examine his face closely for any bumps, bruises, or cuts. Narrowing your eyes and furrowing your brows in concentration. A smile plays at the corner of Guido’s lips. Leaning in, he places a small kiss on the tip of your nose, and then on your cheek- causing you to blush.

“Am I going to live, Doctor?” He chimes sarcastically. Chuckling and rolling your eyes you push against his chest with a sigh.

“Take your clothes off and get in the bath before the water gets cold.”

Mista chuckles and gets a stupid look on his face. Leaning in for a kiss, he begins to undo his belt. “I love me a lady who knows what she wants.”

Putting a finger against his puckered lips you raise a brow and glare jokingly, which almost immediately causes the gunslinger to smile mischievously.

“I could use a bit of help y’know… It hurts to move too much.” he shrugs his injured shoulder then eyes the undone-clasp of his belt much longer than necessary.

“You’re such a pervert.” You laugh breathily as you give in and place a soft kiss against his lips. And then gently linking arms with him you help him into the bath.

“Ah, ah..” he winces in pain, hissing through his teeth before fully submerging himself in the warm water. You frown, deep lines now appearing on your forehead.

“I wish I could do more for you.” You sigh and begin pouring the water over his hair gently, using a nearby plastic cup. Guido only groans and leans into your touch as you begin to shampoo his hair. Poor thing is already half asleep again.

[thestressedskittles]

Patience Is Key (Fugo x Reader, Fluff)

Kit here! Originally started by Sammy, but she was unable to finish. If it reads a little weird, I tried to work around what Sammy wrote without changing too much. Hope I did her justice! Feel free to send in requests! I can write for any characters up to part 5! Feel free to request!

Request: I hope this request is okay but can I request smth for Fugo where is s/o is basically learning Italian so she isn’t always saying everything correct and maybe Fugo is teaching her?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is GN, Fugo raging, fluff, Fugo needs a hug- anything in Italics is meant to be spoken in Italian (it didn't feel right to translate everything into Italian)

A/N: I do not speak Italian, I did some quick research and that's it (and used Google translate)

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Learning Italian should've been something you put at the top of your list before you moved to Italy. You, at the very least, made an effort to know phrases that would help you get around, but only that would get you so far. How you ended up in one of Italy's biggest and fiercest mafias is much of a blur and one you don't really remember. But how you got here didn't matter anymore.

After you had gotten your stand from Polpo's Black Sabbath, you were assigned to Bruno Bucciarati's team. Though you didn't know Italian very well, he took you under his wing and you met the other members: Abbacchio, Narancia, and Fugo. Narancia had been eager to talk to you, even when you admitted that you couldn't speak his language fluently. Abbacchio had been cold and distant but eventually warmed up to you ever-so-slightly. And Fugo? He was taken aback by you ever since he saw you sitting at the table with Bruno. When your (E/C) met his purple ones, he was a goner. Of course, he tried to reason with himself that you had just met and he couldn't possibly have a crush so quick on someone he had literally just laid eyes on, but he couldn't deny the tugging at his heart.

Bruno knew enough English to get his points across, but Fugo wanted to get to know you more. So, in the following weeks, you had learned to understand Italian better than you could speak it - it helped that Narancia had many stories to tell and seemed keen on telling you all about them. Eventually, you were able to piece together words and make out bits and pieces of his stories, which led to you understanding more and more of the language, listening closely to conversations between the group, and trying to make sense of what was being said. While Narancia had kept you occupied, Fugo buried his nose in books about the English language and managed to learn near-perfect English in just a few weeks. He didn't like to brag about his intelligence to other people, but he couldn't help the ego boost it gave him to learn a new language so quickly.

It didn't take long after Fugo had learned English for you and him to become close friends, and eventually more in the span of a few months. Seeing him dedicate himself to learning your language made your heart melt a little and you asked him if he could teach you Italian. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige your request. Any downtime you had was spent with Fugo, in his room, or in the restaurant learning the basics of the language.

And here you sat in the very same chair where the group had greeted you all those months ago. Today was sunny, clouds shifting in front of the sun every so often to dampen its bright rays, alongside a breeze that carried many different scents from baked bread to gourmet food. Bruno was out once again, claiming he would be back soon but never specified a time. Abbacchio was still and stoic as always, listening to music through his headphones; Mista was enjoying a cup of tea and completely engaged in a book he had recently gotten into. As for Fugo, Narancia, and you? You all were in a study triangle, as you called it, Fugo being the teacher to both you and Narancia.

"You're getting the hang of it, tesorino. Once you get trilling down, the words will roll off your tongue." Fugo's voice was sweet and encouraging. You sighed and rested your head in your hand. The blond reached a hand out and rested it on your shoulder. He knew how easy it was to get discouraged from learning a new language. Applying some pressure, he began to rub your shoulder and rub away at the tension. "Just a few more times."

You exhale slowly and nod. Looking at the paper, you read the sentence out loud once again. This time, you fumbled less and managed to trill the "r's" better than any of your previous tries, a grin lighting your features at the noticeable difference. Fugo also had a big smile on his face, nodding as you read the line again, then two more times, finally feeling the flow of the sentence roll off your tongue with ease.

"Perfetto, amore!" Fugo exclaimed. "I promise, the more we do this, the easier it will become. You're still a little off on the timing, try it like this." Fugo read the sentence out loud and you listened closely before trying again. When you mastered the sentence, he gave you a slightly harder one. This time, you fumbled again. Still not used to rolling your "r's", you pronounced the word like it had one. A dark shadow fell across Fugo's features, the smile he had moments ago nowhere to be seen. You knew that look all too well, though you've never been the one receiving the look.

His eyes usually bright purple eyes narrowed and he was quick to turn in his seat, grabbing a plate from the table and smashing it to the ground, sending pieces of it flying in every direction. Fugo didn't stop there, standing up and going over to a table across from you and destroying its contents, all the while yelling and cursing out everything under the sun. Mista finally looked up from his book and gave a questioning look to you and Narancia.

Fugo looks back and notices Mista, Narancia, and you looking at him. Mista rolls his shoulders and goes back to his book, Narancia watching the show with giddy expectation, and you are looking at him with wide eyes. His gaze immediately softens. He couldn't see any fear or other emotion in your eyes, but he hated it when he showed you this side of him. Explosive and impulsive, destructive and dangerous. He wishes he could hide this part of him away from you. Even when you told him that you loved him, flaws and all, he still couldn't help but feel ashamed that he couldn't control his anger.

Taking a few deep breaths, he made his way back to the table, sitting down and finally meeting your eyes again. There was something soft in your eyes, something caring. Something he was always relieved to see after his outbursts. You tentatively reached your hand out and placed it softly on his shoulder, his muscles tensing for a brief moment before relaxing. A soft smile comes to your lips and he can't help but get lost in your features. He exhales slowly and gains his composure back.

"I'm sorry," his voice soft and laced with regret. Looking at you for a few moments longer, taking in the way your features made him want to never stop looking at you. He loved that he could look at you and everything around him disappears: his stress, his problems, and most importantly, his anger. He could never stay mad at you.

"Va tutto bene, lo prometto." Your own voice barely above a whisper. "So che non... mi faresti mai del male. Ti amo ancora lo stesso, difetti e tutto." It's okay, I promise. I know you would never hurt me. I still love you the same, flaws and all. Fugo's eyes widen slightly. Though your accent was a bit off and your confidence wavered ever-so-slightly, he was impressed. A smile creeps onto his lips upon hearing your words.

"Cosa ho fatto per meritare qualcuno come te, amore?" What did I do to deserve someone like you, love? He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, leaning in close and enjoying your presence before Narancia pipes up.

"How is this, Fugo?" Narancia slides over his worksheet, Fugo quickly picking it up and looking it over. Immediately he can see that almost every answer is wrong. Before he has time to get angry, a firm squeeze from your hand is enough to quell the rage that boiled deep within him. Taking in a deep breath, and letting his frustration show through his voice instead, he began to, once again, go over the basics of multiplication with Narancia, who seemed to be paying close attention for once.

Keeping your hands intertwined, you watched Fugo, squeezing his hand every time you felt him tense. Roughly an hour later, Bruno shows up and notices the destroyed table. He takes a good look at it before huffing and coming over to sit at the table. Everyone's attention is on him.

"I think I may have found a new member for our team."

[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Bruno Brucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, and Guido Mista. Gender Neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at doing x Reader text messages! This was very fun to make, and I do plan to make more of this kind of headcanon list for the rest of Bucciarati’s team.

Warning(s): None.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s text messages are straight to the point and utilize proper grammar like the mother he truly is deep down.

Not the type of person to send emoji’s… ever, really. This is because he views texting as a simple tool to use when he can’t just speak to you in person or over a phone call.

However, you prefer the funnier explanation of it actually being because he’s secretly very inept at using technology (this is very much so part of it he just won’t ever say so).

In all honesty, he prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice more than communicating over text. He’s the type to call in order to converse about whatever mundane thing is on his mind instead of sending a text.

That said, he’s definitely the type to always tell you good morning or wish you goodnight with a sweet text message.

Also, because of his job, he’s often put into long-term situations where calling isn’t exactly ideal. That’s when he’ll text the most; he just wants to check up on you regularly when he can’t be there in person do so! This became especially true after rising to the position of Capo.

His text messages may seem… bland to those unfamiliar with him.

But since you know him as well as you do, they always ring as genuine and an extension of his polite kindness.

Admittedly, it is hard to argue against the fact that his straightforward style of text often leads to misunderstandings. This is due to his sometimes unreadable tone:

Leone Abbacchio

Hardly ever texted you at the beginning.

Since the two of you started going out, he’s gotten a bit better, though. Before, he was very adamant that if he has something to say, he’ll wait when he’s face-to-face with you.

But when he eventually let it slip that he often forgets what he even wants to talk to you about, you slowly began getting him to text you more.

Arguably the best method of doing so is to get him to tell you about something he feels strongly about. Whether it’s something positive like asking him about the music he’s been listening to recently, or it’s something more devilish like bringing up subjects that really bother him.

Leone is at least very reliable.

Meaning that, although he doesn’t often start a conversation over text himself, he will respond to you reasonably quick.

Tease him by claiming it’s because he has a soft spot for you and he won’t text for an entire day (you know he loves you).

He also prefers to use proper grammar and punctuation in his texts. That said, Leone does use emojis (usually just to express disappointment) and sometimes can seem more expressive in text than he is in actual conversation.

One sweet thing he does over text is that he always sends you a message after he makes it home after a particularly dangerous mission, informing you that he’s safe. He knows you worry, and although he often puts up a front claiming it’s annoying, he truly does take note of that concern.

Abbacchio’s just not completely used to having someone like you in his life who holds a special concern for him. He is adjusting; slow and steady.

And although he forms the habit of texting you more, it’s you and only you he has the energy to do this for (outside of probably Bruno). This leads to other’s on Bucciarati’s team to text you when they want to get a hold of him:

Guido Mista

Real talkative over text, especially in the evening after he’s finished with his dinner. He’s pretty expressive and uses a decent amount of emojis.

Will plop down on his couch with an exaggerated bounce, pull out his phone, only with the purpose of talking to you and doing nothing else on the device.

The two of you actually had to work on how late you’d stay up texting one another.

Hours disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving you both extra tired the next morning. And on occasions that it was decided to take the conversation into a call… it’s easy to see why you both have slept in late more than once.

Although not as frequently as someone like Narancia, Mista will send memes every now and then. Not only that, but he always replies to the ones you send him.

He prefers to send you embarrassing or funny pictures of others in the group over memes, though. You’ve seen photos of Abbacchio and Fugo in particular that Mista could honestly use as blackmail.

This has bitten him in the butt quite a bit, though.

After discovering Mista’s been doing this, the others now send you every single unfavorable image they own of the gunslinger. Even Bruno’s sent his fair share.

And although Mista often forgets to say good morning to you through text, he always says goodnight to you.

Not only that, but Mista will text right after he’s completed with a mission. Although a bit of a goofball, he always takes work seriously, and will leave you on delivered on hours at a time depending on what he’s up to. But the minute things have calmed, he’s letting you know.

Mista will certainly ask one of his common out-of-pocket questions designed to get a conversation going via a text message.

This isn’t a bad thing per se, except for the fact that he has a bad habit of doing so at three in the morning.

Even still, they’re not the weirdest variation of texts you’ve ever received from him:

[appleinyoureye]

JJBA p.2 │ The Tongue of My Love Takes Many Forms

Summary: love language headcanons! what they have to offer and how to make their knees weak!

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Giorno Giovanna, Mista Guido, Narancia Ghirga, Trish Una

Word Count: 787

Type: headcanons

part one

Giorno

Giving: words of affirmation, gift giving

Giorno is a master with words. He knows what, when and in which way should he tell you to make your day brighter. With a soft smile and reassuring glance, he tells you a compliment or two when you need it the most, and it makes you feel like the most special person on the whole freakin’ planet. Very often you don't hear these sentences directly from him – Giorno usually sends you a butterfly with a message spreaded on its wings, or a puppy that has your favorite snack tied to its collar. He is not afraid to use his stand to make the one he loves feel even more adored.

Receiving: physical touch, words of affirmation

Gio often drifts away with his thoughts, his mind busy with developing new plans and ideas. It may be tiring for his smart brain, and nothing helps him in these moments like your soft touch, grounding him to reality again. Your fingers brushing his cheek and catching his jaw, sweet words leaving your mouth are always enough. Whenever you see him struggling with anything, catch his hand in yours and watch the sparkles dance in his precious eyes.

Mista

Giving: words of affirmation, physical touch

My favorite boy, baby boo, the love of my life is all about adoring his loved one. He makes sure that you know your worth, and that your insecurities poof! go away. Mista is always, always telling you how good you look, how smart you are, how amazing you do things, and, uhh, how perfect you are! And be ready for a lot of hugs and kisses! He has to maintain physical contact with you almost all of the time. Brushing your hair every morning, tracing small circles with his thumb on your skin in public places, and hugging and spinning you after a long time apart. That’s how Mista shows he’s in love with you.

Receiving: physical touch, acts of service

Okay, I think we can all agree that this boy way too often gets his cute ass into trouble. Always somehow surviving, he comes to you vulnerable with scratches, cuts and all sorts of wounds. And your duty is to help him. Gently caress his body with a cotton swab, wrap the damaged skin in bandages, put cute band-aids on his face, massage sore spots. Just pamper him like a baby! He knows he can do it all by himself, but your hands just do the magic, you know?

Narancia

Giving: acts of service, gift giving

Sometimes you think that your boo has two left hands, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Narancia makes you breakfast, but always burns one side of a pancake or makes the scrambled eggs way too dry. He cleans your desk, but accidentally throws away an important document (don’t worry, later he’ll duck in the trash can so he can find it!). He wants to make it up for his clumsiness by giving you all sorts of trinkets! He’s like a magpie. Anything that looks like something you may like (or is sparkly) he gets for you because I can’t say that he buys everything…

Receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving

He’s your good boy, your cutie-patootie, your boo-boo-bae-bee. Tell him that. Praise him. Narancia needs it, and you know it! Remind him how much he means to you. How brilliant his ideas are, even though sometimes they make no sense! Just appreciate his efforts, and I can promise you, that you will see his imaginary tail wagging. And if you tell him how much he means to you, and then give you something to eat? Sheesh! The boy may even cry from happiness.  

Trish

Giving: quality time, words of affirmation

She’s not the best at showing it, but Trish cares for you. She surely does. That is why she suggests that you should take her more on dates! Like, c’mon, how could you not think that Trish wants to spend more time with you you to take her on yet another date this weekend? That she deserves it? Pfft! You can still make it up to her by watching a movie marathon with her. And if you notice her hints, she may even praise you! 

Receiving: gift giving

Okay, now, I sure hope you know what to do with her. Give her gifts that she deserves! Trish feels the most loved when she’s appreciated. She may give the vibes of a gold digger, but it’s totally not that. Trish is reassured of your feelings when you put an effort when choosing a gift she may like, when she gets something she’s told you once and you still remembered! It’s the thought behind the gift that counts the most, plus, who doesn’t like pretty things?

[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.

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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.

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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.

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Hello! I was wondering if you still do other requests! I have one for JJBA! Could I have bucciarati gang + trish comforting their s/o through some past trauma, I don't mean to make it all sad more of like angst + comfort!

Author Note: Yes I do! I don’t mind this request. I enjoy writing comfort/angst. Thanks for adding Trish Una and requesting this

Bucci gang Comforting Their S/o Through Past Trauma 💙

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno will listen carefully to what you say about your trauma. He’s very comforting and affectionate. He’ll hold you in his arms while you tell him about it.

He’s saddened hearing about your trauma but he’s assuring that he’ll be there for you

Bruno is understanding and he’ll want to help in anyway he can

He’s going to give you his condolences as he’s talking to you

Bruno’s extra careful with you about the topic when discussed or brought up again

Over all he’ll take extra precaution of your well being and checks on your emotional stress, mental health

Narancia Ghirga

He’ll be incredibly worried about you. He’s giving you such saddening eyes. To think his beloved has been through so much. He’s easily holding your hand.

He’ll tell you how awful it is you’ve been through so much and how you didn’t deserve it. He wants to let you know that your loved ones are always there for you including himself

He’ll hold both your hands and look you in the eyes as he’s talking to you the entire time.

Narancia will hug you if you cry. He’ll wipe your tears with his hands and kiss your face.

He wants you to let your emotions out and to tell him all the pain you’ve been through so he can comfort you about it

When your not looking he wipes a tear from his eye

Narancia will invite you on relaxing walks with him a lot so he can be there for you more often

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo feels so heart broken upon you revealing your trauma to him. He would never want you to go through something like it. He understand how it feels more than anyone.

Fugo tells you how strong you are and how he is there for you

He’s also going to hold your hand. His grip will tighten slightly when your head is down cast and he’ll express his thoughts to you.

Fugo will want to know everything, as long as you’re willing. He’ll place a comforting hand on your shoulder while he’s listening.

If you cry he uses his handkerchief to wipe your tears and he wraps his arm around you while you’re talking.

Fugo will be reassuring and really comforting due to his understanding

Fugo will write you love letters expressing so much comforting words from now on. Expect them at least once a week unless his work load is too much or he’s overly stressed

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is someone who would be shocked at first before giving you such a sad expression. The last thing he would want is for this to happen to you.

He’s going to have such a sad expression on his face

Leone wraps an arm around you as he listens. He’ll want you to lean against him or lay your head on your shoulder if you like.

He’ll tell you what’s on his mind and helpful words.

He’s pretty understanding and will want to be helpful

He won’t push it but he’ll tell you expressing it to other close loved ones would be helpful too

If you cry he’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder. He kisses your forehead.

He’ll buy you CDS so you atleast have your favorite music when he’s not there. He lets you barrow his own CDS too. If you don’t use CDS he pays for your Spotify premium, music apps or however it is you access music. He wants something good quality for you.

He’s going to send more text messages comforting you and asking about your well being

Trish Una

She’ll also be heart broken upon knowing you’ve been through so much. Her eyes glisten as she gives you a worried expression.

She’ll listen to all you have to say and express her concern for your well being

If you’re okay with it she’ll like to sit on your lap and hold you in her arms so you can lay your head against her should or chest, or she’ll also want you to lay in her arms.

She used her handkerchief to wipe your tears if you cry. It smells like chamomile and her

Trish wants to tell you how strong you are and how she’s honored you’d tell her about your trauma since it isn’t easy expressing. She loves you and wants to tell you she is there for you.

Trish also wants to have a full on conversation about what happened and gives you words of affirmation

Every once in a while she’ll make you a card comforting you about your trauma. They’re kind words of affirmation without directly talking about your trauma

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno will listen to all you have to say before responding

He tells you his exact thoughts. How it’s saddening you’ve been through such trauma, how he’ll do everything in his power to help, and his responses to what happened to you.

He has a worried expression and he’s going to hold your face the entire time. He’ll rub his thumb affectionately on your cheek to comfort you. If not he’ll lightly hold your face. Leaning against his touch will be comforting because he’s so gentle and his hand smells like flowers.

Giorno expresses comforting words and he’ll give you helpful words

If you cry he’s holding you in his arms or sitting you on his lap to hold your hand while the other wipes your tears

When he’s in bed that night hell stay up thinking about it and tears up a bit about it. He‘s more than motivated to help you. He’s going to call you from work everyday to check on you and your over all well being.

Guido Mista

He’s going to be shocked by all that has happened to you but the minute you bring it up he’s right by your side

Mista wants you to express everything to him

He’ll give you helpful words and how you need to express your feelings to all your loved ones too. He thinks it’s important for your well being but he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable bringing it up.

He wants to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you

Guido promises to be there for you. He’s having a full on discussion with you about what you’ve brought up.

If you cry he wants to sit you on his lap or lay you against his chest

His words will be comforting and meaningful

From then on he’ll make you breakfast every morning or take you out in the morning so he can spend more time with you. Asking about your mental status, how you’re doing, he wants to make sure you’re okay, that everything is going to be okay if you feel as though it’s not.

[beneathashadytree]

HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.

CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : lots of fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : This was so soft, thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for the entire gang, and I truly believe that having a normal civilian as their s/o would be a breath of fresh air. Hope you enjoy this!💗

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Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover

After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself

Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing

More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something

Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch

He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt

He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever

Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them

His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife

He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli

Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him

Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat

It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what

Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself

If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier

Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail

Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages

Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can

Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love

Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both

Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire

He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well

Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)

To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don

Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety

Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess

He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury

When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face

The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice

He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise

It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his

Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice

It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have

He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him

He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like

Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by

If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be

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