#mista fluff

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For @horseys-blog <3

How the Bucci Gang reacts to having to sleep next too their crush

Bucci gang x reader

Buccarati

Oh lord, he's not letting you go alone tonight, you were so beat up from the last battle it would be unsafe for him to leave you alone

But when you told him you only had one bed and INSISTED he not sleep on the floor he was shaken up a bit

Totally protectively grabbed you in his sleep and didn't let you go even when he woke up, he was lucky to get this close to you

Made you breakfast when he woke up

Abbaccio

He didn't want to (he totally did) sleep next to you thats just how it happened you were stuck in the same bed because Mista had insisted he wasn't sleeping with narancia again so he was sleeping in the same bed as you, which was fine, right?

Nope.

So now he was here, arms at his side, not moving, he was so glad you were asleep because now you couldn't see his red face

God he tried to be smooth but so close to you he just couldn't hold up the act anymore

He gently moved his arm closer to you, just like he had hoped, you grabbed onto him

He could die happy, his life is complete

Giorno

Actually very chill about it

Bruno didn't have enough rooms? Alright he can sleep next to you.

Actually asks you if you want to move closer when you start shivering and you gladly curled into him

His arms were wrapped around you and your legs were tangled by the morning

Needless to say Mista and Narancia have pictures

Fugo

This is fine, he is fine, he is toootally fine, is what he thinks

But

Noooope he is burning up so much he takes the blanket off, his mind says leave but his heart says "just hug themmmm"

He can't bring himself to do it so he's a bit glad when you move closer

"Umm uhhh" he's stuttering he can't think straight

But he might take Mista up on a dare again if it means being close to you

Mista

He is the one grabbing you this time

He has waited so long for this chance he is not letting it go

Probably boops your in your sleep, you're just too cute right now he can't help it!

He holds onto you for dear life, but he gets so red when you grab onto his shirt in his sleep, put your nose in his neck, he might pass away right there

Teases you about it for week

Narancia

Unlike the others he invited you to sleep over!

Falls asleep while watching a movie, like full on on top of you, spread eagle

Wakes up and is about to apologize and move off but he sees you face he can't bring himself to move

You look so peaceful he doesn't want to wake you up!

So he just stays, comfortable and happy on your chest <3

[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?

[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!💗

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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”

[gaybitchfx]

Can you do Fugo, gio, and mista x male reader (all of them are separate)

Reader just says the most stupid things at the most random times, reader says the first thing that comes to his mind, the things he says are so stupid they actually become funny

Character(s): Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mitsa

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

Sometimes Fugo has to contain himself from laughing at the things you would say

But again, most of the things you accidentally blurt out pisses him off since there’s a place and time for that but eh not much he can do about it

You’re so clueless to the things you say, not realizing how stupid it is which makes it funny to Fugo

He’d chuckle and give your head a small pat before smacking the back of your head which would leave you rolling on the ground in pain asking what you did wrong

Giorno doesn’t mind what you say since it’s always funny but stupid at the same time

That’s one of the things he likes about you, you aren’t afraid to say the first thing that comes to mind even if it’s the stupidest question 

(He finds it pretty cute but only he knows that)

He does correct what you say and does give advice to you about the things you say and makes it sound more logical

Mista always laughs at the things you say 

Yeah, the things you say are stupid but they’re so damn funny he can’t help himself burst out in laughter

Even if you’re both in a serious situation he’d laugh like a hyena 

But Mista does make sure you don’t say or ask anything too stupid that’ll get yourself killed.

[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

[inkpot909]

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.

[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.

[yoshhii]

STYLING THEIR HAIR— bucci gang

no fugo or trish sorry! (´∀｀•)

bucciarati bruno

→˚₊· when you asked if you could style his hair he of course said yes

→˚₊· seeing your face light up meant the world to him

→˚₊· after all there wasn’t a lot of times where you two could hang out like this

→˚₊· because his hair was so short you didn’t have a lot of options

→˚₊· while you worked on styling it he sat perfectly still

→˚₊· his hair was so shiny and soft

→˚₊· when you were finished he looked in the mirror and smiled at you

→˚₊· he loves it and asked if you would like him to style your hair

→˚₊· if you say yes then he happily puts it in any style you want

→˚₊· but being a capo meant his free time was limited

→˚₊· he had to leave for business reasons but not before he gives you a hug and a quick kiss on the forehead

leone abbacchio

→˚₊· “no.”

→˚₊· of course… it wasn’t going to be easy to convince abbacchio to let you do his hair

→˚₊· so you might need to beg him for a bit

→˚₊· “please?” “no” “please?” “no” “just this one time?” “….fine.”

→˚₊· he hesitantly sat down in front of you

→˚₊· “you better make this quick.”

→˚₊· if this was anyone else he would tell them to f off but you where an exception

→˚₊· soft…his hair was very soft

→˚₊· it was so smooth, long, and silky it was nice to touch

→˚₊· you decided to put his hair up halfway

→˚₊· you could see him relax as your fingers ran through his hair

→˚₊· it was nice having you around, it gets his mind off of the stress he has from working so much

→˚₊· when you finished he was a little disappointed it ended so soon but didn’t say anything

→˚₊· when he saw the results you could see a small smile form on his face

→˚₊· “ it looks okay” he absolutely loves it

→˚₊· he now expects you to do this more often but he’ll never tell you

giorno giovanna

→˚₊· “i don’t see why not”

→˚₊· so here he is sitting down, letting you unbraid his hair and style it to whatever you please

→˚₊· his hair is so beautiful, it basically glows in the sunlight

→˚₊· compliments you and your hairstyling skills

→˚₊· might use golden experience to put some flowers in his hair ( he looks so majestic)

→˚₊· would let you do this again

( i don’t know how to write giorno so that’s all i have sorry)

guido mista

→˚₊· “are you sure? my hair is not that long”

→˚₊· he doesn’t mind you styling his hair, it’s just that there’s not much to work with

→˚₊· but he happily places himself down and takes off his hat(?)

→˚₊· have you ever seen him without it on?

→˚₊· if not then now you have!

→˚₊·very short and lots of curls

→˚₊· he has a bit of a disappointed expression because of how short his hair is

→˚₊· but you make him feel better by telling him it’s perfectly okay!

→˚₊· you can probably put some mini bows in it

→˚₊· well whatever you decide to do he’s happy about it

narancia ghirga

→˚₊· when you ask him he of course says (more like yells) yes

→˚₊· “ OF COURSE YOU CAN!!”

→˚₊· like mista he doesn’t mind what hairstyle you do, he’s happy with anything

→˚₊· moves a bit when you’re styling but it’s not to much

→˚₊· might get impatient if you take to long so you’ll have to tell him to wait a little longer

→˚₊· when you’re done he basically jumps up and down from excitement

→˚₊· “YOU DID THIS Y/N?? HOW COOL!”

→˚₊· runs to show it off to everyone

→˚₊· he would like to do your hair as well

→˚₊·it might not look as good but its sweet that he tried

[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

[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

[sovereignjojoz]

Bucci gang + embarrassing nicknames (milestone special!)

Warnings: bizarre activities, one mildly suggestive pun in Abbacchio’s, cringe names, google translate.

Pairings: Bruno x reader, Abbacchio x reader, Mista x reader, Fugo x reader, Bonus giorno x reader, Bonus Narancia x reader.

Summary: some embarrassing nicknames.

Notes-sup. It’s been a while. Narancia’s is the best imo. Happy holidays just in case I take too long with my next post!

Bruno Bucciarati

“Brubooboo!” You called out, peaking your head into the meeting room next door.

Bruno turned to look at you, evidently embarrassed at the use of your unique nickname, a faint pink hue present on his sun-kissed cheeks.

You shook your head amused at his reaction, he seemed to hate the nickname yet he never expressed his displeasure; ever the gentleman sitting there bearing the brunt of your teasing.

“Amore mio,” he smiled, regaining his composure.

You leant forward, resting your elbows on his desk whilst putting your face on the psalm of your hands. “Sup baby?” You asked, the corners of your lips turning upward.

He hummed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What brings you here cara?”

You walked around the desk so you stood beside him, “I was in the area,” you explained, “I thought you’d be done and we could walk home together but clearly my brubear seems stressed.”

You pinched his cheeks, gently pecking each side.

He scoffed, exhaling, “renounce those awful nicknames.”

You pulled his head back so it was facing upwards to look you, “that would mean we’d have to break up.” You teasingly frowned.

“pensi di essere così divertente (you think you’re so funny)?” He muttered, letting out a sigh.

“I’d like to believe so.” You told him “but more importantly do you want me to bring you some dinner, it seems like you’ll be a while, I can just-”

He silenced your rambling by lifting your, interlacing your fingers with his before standing to his full height.

“It’s alright, I’m done for now at least. Torniamo a casa. (Let’s head home).” He stood up, pulling you to the exit by your hand.

You squeezed his hand, drawing closer to him.

“Shall I take out your braids and massage your head when we get home?” You mused, massaging his knuckle with your thumb.

“Sounds perfect.”

Leone Abbacchio

“Bababacchio” you sang imitating the tune of ba ba black sheep as you burst into his bedroom.

Abbacchio closed his eyes, exhaling frustratedly. Recently you’d found calling him the most ridiculously horrific names hilarious and had taken it upon yourself to purposefully make the next one worst than the last.

“What [name].” He asked monotoned, already unimpressed with you although you hadn’t even said anything.

“Chill Habba bubba,” you raised your hands up in mock surrender, “I’m only here to sleep,” you told him crawling onto the bed beside him, “preferably next to you.”

He stood up, bunching his long silver hair up so he could tie it into a ponytail for bed, a hair tie in his mouth as he falsely contemplated what you were saying.

“If you stop with those disgusting pet names fine but say one more and i'm kicking you out.” He warned, as his nimble fingers pulled his hair through the band.

You winked at him, “Fine with me toots.” You told him spreading out on his bed, patting the empty space beside you; inviting him to lay there.

He clicked his tongue at your remark but decided not to act irrationally, using the small bit of patience he had to give you a chance.

You hummed, shifting to move more towards Abbacchio’s side of the bed as he got undressed for bed.

Abbacchio’s chiselled physique just so happened to enter your view frame, a physique which you just so happened to be rather fond of.

You could hardly be blamed for propping your face in the psalm of your hands so you could further enunciate your voice.

“Dangggg! Leone! More like le-own-me!” You teased suggestively raising your eyebrows.

In all your time knowing Leone, you’d never seen his features contort into disgust quicker, you honestly felt rather hurt, that pun had at least been painfully amusing, at the very least!

“fuori. (Out).”

“Wait I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologied breathless, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your laughter behind your hand.

“Hold up! stop, let go of my ankle!” You complained as he lifted you out of his bed, dropping you on the floor.

“Leone I’m sorry, let me back in please!”

Guido Mista

“Mimi, it’s so cold!” You whined, staying as close to him as humanly possible, “and your shirt is too cropped for me to put my hands under.”

“Number one, that’s on you and secondly quit it with that name! You’re gonna ruin my street cred.”

Jokingly, you scoffed, side-eyeing him, “what street cred, you wear zebra print pants?”

He lightly pushed you away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he dragged his feet into the hotel the pair of you would be staying in.

“uscire con qualcuno che hanno detto, sarà divertente hanno detto. che bugiardo. (date someone they said, it will be fun they said. what a liar.)” Mista mumbled a tad bit too loud under his breath, kissing his teeth at the end for dramatic effect.

He kicked the door open with his foot, holding it open as you leisurely walked in after him.

“Oh whatever.” You said rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “stop acting as if you don’t relish in the privileges that come with a relationship.”

He waved his hand in the air, dismissing your sentence, “Well why wouldn’t I, they are there for me to use, right?”

You turned your nose up at him, “Hmph.”

“C’mon baby,” Mista whined drawling out the “y” sound. He encased his hands around your face, kissing your cheeks. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”

“Fineee.” You took his hands off of your face and dragged him to the receptionist desk.

The tanned male winked at you in response, “yo, could I get a room for two, king sized bed please.”

Fugo Pannacotta

“Fugie pants, fungo, pannana! Could you be a dear and help me with my homework please?”

Fugo walked into the room, mortified, with a cackling Narancia trailing behind him.

“[name]! What did we say about using such vile names!” Fugo exclaimed, positioning himself at your side.

You threw your head back, sighing, “I can’t quite recall fugs.” You answered, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter.

“[name].” The young male warned curtly, squeezing your jaw so your boisterous laughter would be lessoned.

Narancia wiped his tears of laughter, high giving you as he made his way to exit. “Man, see ya around. Too funny.” Narancia mumbled to himself, his laughter still audible as he departed the room.

“Stop it.”

“But it’s so funny, if you’d just stop reacting I’d stop-”

He pinched your soft lips with his fingers, cutting your sentence off. “no.”

Mini Bonus: Giorno

“Hey Gio.”

The blonde side-eyed you curiously.

You pointed at him with your pencil, “you know if you rearrange the letters in your name you can come up with some pretty interesting name combos.”

He raised his eyebrow, interested, “oh really?”

“Uh huh. Like giovanno, Giovanni, gio-vara, gio-cara.”

Bemusedly, he smiled. “I don’t have a c in my name.”

“I know that giogio, I was trying to be cute with a cute pun.” You groaned exasperated.

“Failure was inevitable.”

“Hey!” You pouted, playfully poking his cheek, “for someone so nice you sure are cheeky.”

Bonus: Narancia Ghirga

The whole week you had been trying, yet ultimately failing, to tease Narancia by giving him an embarrassing nickname.

But despite your best efforts nothing seemed to work, he was seemingly immune to embarrassment.

You thought back on those instances, trying to recall where you had gone wrong.

“Hey my sugar plum fairy cake gumdrop!” You greeted Narancia, kissing his nose.

“What’s up my boo boo bear honey plum nugget.” He responded back with an equal amount of fervour.

You stiffened, cringing in your place, how could he say that so easily. You decided to push through, chanting the mantra “resilience is key.” In your head.

“Nothing my bubble gum sugar cube bub.”

“Alright my sweet peach bubba lover. I love you.”

You mock retched running away, as Narancia chased after you.

Total and utter defeat.

[beneathashadytree]

GUIDO MISTA MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Curls (oneshot)

Unconditionally (hcs)

Clumsy Love (hcs)

Snitches Get… Gifts? (hcs)

Lean on Me (hcs)

[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?"

[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.

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬

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.