#narancia is going to hell for this :)

[asbestoscookies]

Traumatizing your bestie !!! 🥰🥰

[mintbees]

Love whenever a jojo character dies araki draws a pretty page of their soul going to heaven because you know that is NOT where their souls are going

[suturcd]

@outwards replied to your post:

HEY BABE THIS ONES FOR YOU MISSES THE BASKETBALL HOOP IM FUCKING SHRIEKING UOOIIOIOOIOOONPEACH THEHRE SOOOO PEACH OOOOOOOOOOO PEACH THEHRE SOOOO

GKDHGDHKGH the other side of this coin is narafran school hijinks where they're the last 2 players on their side of a dodgeball match because narancia keeps human-shielding fran "glass bones" stein and catching any dodgeball that comes near her and hurling them with brutal precision @ anyone who even looks like they’re thinking about looking at her with ball-throwing intent. do u think they're super dramatic about it in straightman/funnyman fashion?? i love 2 think about this

fran: narancia.... if you get hit because you’re too busy deflecting on my behalf, our team will just lose, since i’m useless on my own. you should let me distract them by being an easy target. then you can win narancia: NO FRAN!!!!!!! i would never abandon you...... we r going to win this together <3 fran (hates gym class so much): let me die narancia

[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.

[cyphyree]

I don't think Giorno harbored any grudge against Fugo for staying at the docks tbh.

Bucciarati wanted to leave all of them there in the first place, until Giorno convinced him to explain the situation so that *maybe* the others would join them. At worst, Giorno might've been disappointed after Fugo's "i super respect you now" speech, but I don't think anyone in that boat was angry at a 15 year old for wanting to not die.

By the way, Fugo's "You have my respect" speech from Pompeii? It's echoed by Giorno when Narancia joined the boat.

Giorno didn't have to risk himself to save Fugo in Pompeii, yet was determined to against all odds anyway. And now Narancia, who's Reasonably Very Scared, decided to risk his life as well. Like Fugo did, Giorno respects the hell out of Narancia's resolve.

Fugo wouldn't have blamed Giorno for running. I don't think Giorno would blame Fugo or Narancia for running either.

Not everyone can go out on a limb. Giorno understood this, which was why he put himself in danger in front of everyone else. He stayed in Pompeii to get them all out alive, he volunteered only himself to scout Capri, he sacrificed arm and limb literally constantly. Giorno understands he can't control the choices of others, so he takes initiative himself instead and welcomes those who join him.

We contrast him with Diavolo, someone who threw people under the bus in front of him constantly. People who chose otherwise were traitors and earned his wrath. Even Doppio, who he shared a body with, wasn't safe from being exploited. I think Araki was trying to show that Diavolo's willingness to sacrifice others ultimately harms him. Giorno's willingness to sacrifice himself for others aids him-- it's a paradox, and Giorno and Diavolo are on opposite ends of it.

It plays again into the theme of fate in Part 5. Diavolo claims to be the king of fate, that all are destined to bend to him. Giorno respects the choices of others, and takes on the responsibilities of his ambitions himself. He admires those who willingly choose the hard road of good, and yet I believe he is compassionate towards those who do not as long as they don't harm.

This is why Giorno is so ruthless towards his enemies. No one can escape fate. And yet no one is fated to make any one choice. No one is fated to do good or evil. And if someone so willfully chooses to perpetuate harm, then Giorno has nothing but contempt for them. "I was fated to be this way" was never an excuse.

[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

[randoimago]

With the Bucci gang, what about a reader whos like, the nicest person they know but has a really, angry stand for some reason.

Pretty much never uses it, it attempts to kill everything at all times.

Sweet Reader Has a Killer Stand

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Abbacchio, Bruno, Fugo, Giorno, Mista

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Here you go!!

Abbacchio can’t help but be annoyed by you constantly being nice. And when he sees your stand, he views it as him being right about you secretly being an angry person since a stand is like your soul or whatever the hell.

Bruno is so happy for your personality since it balances out a lot of the asshole personalities in his group. Your stand is definitely a problem, but he knows you didn’t ask for it to be how it is. Offers his help should you ever want it, just to see if there is any way to calm it or make you feel better when it does get aggressive.

Fugo can’t help but scoff at the irony. He understands having an unsafe stand considering he really can’t use his own with anyone around. So he gets it, he can definitely relate to you on that.

Giorno is a lot like Bruno, except he’s a lot more reckless. Should the situation call for it, he’ll absolutely tell you to use your stand even if he’s around. He knows you’ll call it off if things get too bad (although Giorno has some plans so he’d tell you to keep your stand out).

Mista loves how nice you are. He’s usually the butt of jokes so he’s glad to finally get some compliments and recognition that he deserves from you. Is fucking terrified of your stand though. With how much Sex Pistols likes you, they can be your stand too.

Narancia also enjoys your positive personality and how sweet you are. Also very scared of your stand, but he trusts you. If you think you have to use it then he’ll follow your lead. Does his best to help take care of situations so you don’t have to.

Trish thinks your being super nice is a bit weird. As for your stand, yes it’s destructive, but if it gets the job done then you should use it. You won’t be able to control it if you’re constantly scared.

[peptothesi]

He’s kinda cute though

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

Jonathan

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

🐶 Pause the battle music.

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

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

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

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

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

🐶 “Why thank you my dear”

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

🐶 “Y/N WHAT-“

Joseph

✈️ “Honestly I’d tap that”

✈️ Record player scratch.

✈️ Everyone would turn to you like WTF.

✈️ Lisa Lisa is shaking her head.

✈️ Kars just confused.

✈️ Caesar’s ghost just passed away again.

✈️ Joseph is for once at a lost for words.

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

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

✈️ Kars wrinkled his nose.

✈️ “My answer hasn’t changed”

✈️ You blew a kiss.

✈️ “What is wrong with you?!”

Jotaro

🐬 “Nice tits Dio”

🐬 All respect Jotaro had for you is long gone.

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

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

🐬 Dio is just chuckling.

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

🐬 “And??”

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

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

🐬 “I fucking hate it here”

Josuke

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

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

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

💛 Kira got flustered.

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

💛 “DORA!!”

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

“I’m not too busy I’ll do it”

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

💛 Disgusted.

Giorno

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

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

🐸 “I- What?”

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

And then smack you upside the head.

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

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

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

[fugos-lil-fork]

Do you have any headcanons for the Bucci Gang with a s/o that constantly has nightmares? :")

Naaah, cuz I can definitely relate to that. I have somniphobia bc of the nightmares I get actually 💀 Word of advice!; Try to pay attention to what you eat right before you go to sleep! I know it sounds silly, but certain foods you eat are known to trigger nightmares. However, those foods vary from person to person, obviously, not everyone had the same trigger(s)! But, anyways! I gotchu! Ty very much for ur request! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

~➗🍓🍊🐞⏳🔫🤐~

Bucci Gang with S/O who has constant nightmares!

Abbacchio;

He completely understands how you feel

He's definitely struggled with nightmares ever since... Well, you know...

He tries his best to really just be there for you, y'know?

When you wake up after a nightmare he's always there to comfort you

He holds you tight

Reminds you that whatever you dreamed about wasn't real

That he's there for you and always will be there for you

He's not really sure how to help you with your nightmares

Hell, he doesn't really believe he is helping you despite how many times you reassure him that he does in fact help you out

He, himself, had never really handled his nightmares problem

He just kinda got used to sucking them up and pretending like they didn't take a toll on him

But, obviously, he doesn't want you to do the same

So, every time you wake up he always make sure to ask you about your dreams

Even if it seemed like nothing was wrong that whole night

He wants to make extra sure that you, for once, got a comfortable sweet dream

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bruno;

He worries a lot about your constant nightmares

No person can deal with such a thing without it taking a toll on them

Of course, he's always there for you when you wake up from one

Hugging you, reminding you that it was just a dream

Whispering sweet nothings into you

Placing soft, comforting kisses on your head and forehead as he gently holds you

But he knows those are just quick fixes to something that's so obviously constantly troubling you

So, he'll begin to find daily solutions to your nightmares

Maybe setting a bedtime routine

And switching it up to see what helps you sleep better at night

He'll even do it with you! You're both in this together!

He makes it very clear that you'll never have to deal with this alone ever again

And no matter how long it'll takes, he'll help you find a way to help you sleep better

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Mista;

He's so ready to help you out

This man is so laid back and relax

He genuinely thinks he could "train you" to relax and let go of your nightmares-

As silly as how his goal sounds when worded like that

He does give genuine suggestions that could help with relaxing before going to bed

Recommending that you do some light stretches

Maybe some meditation?

Hell, why not try the old classic trick of warm milk?

However, even if that doesn't work

The man is always there to comfort you as well if you do end up waking up due to a nightmare

He holds you so protectively

And reassure your that he's right there with you

That he'll always protect you no matter from what or from who

He even offers to try to do something else instead of going back to sleep

Simply to help you calm down more and so you don't have to force yourself to go back to sleep

He definitely wouldn't mind to go on a 3 am run to get some snacks from a nearby store if it'll help you clear out your head for a bit-

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Narancia;

P a n i c

At first, he isn't really sure how to help

He definitely still deals with nightmares as well from his time on the streets and his mother's passing

Though, he's definitely gotten good at basically shaking them off throughout the day and forgetting about them

He's hesitant about it

Obviously, he wants to help but he doesn't really think he could be much of help

After all, he realizes his way of dealing with nightmares isn't the healthiest and therefore is something he definitely doesn't want for you

But he's just so clueless as to how to help

Eventually though, it kind of just comes natural to him

Sure, he might not know how to help in the big picture

But whenever you do have a nightmare, he's always there by your side

He tries his best to give you physical affection and comforting reassurance that's he's never going to leave you much less let something or someone hurt you

He does his best to make you smile again and helping you feel better by telling jokes or silly stories as well!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Fugo;

Oh, how much he could relate

Fugo's nightmares seem never ending as well

So, once he realized you dealt with the same problem as him, he was completely heartbroken for you

He knows very well how painful it is to deal with constant nightmares

And so, he makes it his mission to do everything within his power to help you

This boy dives in deep for you

Literally analyzing you, to your comfort, trying to get to the root of the problem

Reading and researching endlessly for answers

If he realizes it's something he can't entirely handle on his own, he'll even try to contact doctors, therapists, specialists, literally anyone that could give an solution to your problems

But aside from all of that, of course he's always physically there for you right after you wake up from a nightmare

The poor boy even stays up to make sure you don't show signs that you are having a nightmare

And if you do, he makes sure to wake you up before it gets any worse

He hugs you, trying to be gentle but can't help but give some squeezes of reassurance here and there

Reminding you that it's all going to be okay and you're going to get the help you need with his help

Definitely reminds you that you're not alone and never will be

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Giorno;

He doesn't really understand at first

He's definitely had nightmares before but had become so used to them that he couldn't become upset at then anymore

He'd literally shove them away to the back of his head and would never acknowledge how bad they actually were

However, he could clearly see how negatively this was affecting you

And of course his instinct was to try to understand and help you

He tries to read a bit into how to lessen nightmares and get a better sleep

He's so attentive

Always paying close attention on whether your nightmares get better or worse based on what he suggests you try in order to get a better sleep

He even tried to grow lavenders in your bedroom to help you relax and get better rest

And he always listens

Whenever you have a nightmare, he's always hearing you out as to what happened in your nightmare

Constantly debunking the fictitious dream

And reassuring you of the reality

He was here for you

Always will

And he swears that he'll never let anything or anyone hurt you

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Trish;

Ah, she feels for you as well

After what happened with Diavolo, she started developing constant nightmares

So, she constantly reminds you that she completely understands what you're going through

And that you're most definitely not alone

She tries to help you both by planning calming/comforting activities before going to bed

Such as a homemade spa of some sort

Or even just cuddling and watching some comforting movies you both love

Hoping that maybe you'll go to sleep with those happy feelings and your dreams will contain them

However, if that doesn't work, she tightly hugs you

Sometimes even cries with you

She knows how horrible it feels

She'll place soft kisses all over your face though

She really wants you to never forget that you're both in this together

And you'll pull through it, together

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “it's okay, you can touch me. i won't break."

characters/fandom: giorno giovanna x reader / jojos bizarre adventure

status/note: sometimes i listen to dumbass music while writing and was hearing the can-can so i guess that song inspired this fic for absolutely no damn reason LMAO bc it makes absolutely no sense lmao

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

giorno had heard of you. you were the newest recruit into passione and damn did he hear the stories that trailed behind you. it wasn't that you were notorious for murdering people or anything but this sudden personality that sprung into the gang made him wonder how the hell you got tied into this lifestyle.

much like narancia, you were very loud, extremely extroverted at times, and even went out to seek thrills if you were feeling bored enough. all of this was brought to him by bruno who was informing him the new girls arrival.

he was away on mafia business on bruno's behalf for what felt like ages, so he knew he had to return back to Italy to see for himself. he knew the gang could use its silly moments especially if the situation called for it. he figured you, narancia, and mista were getting along way too well for abba's liking.

once he touched down in Italy, he had narancia and fugo waiting for him with his black car. he said his hello's to the two boys as they filled him on what he missed while he was gone.

"oh, and the new girl, she's so awesome!" narancia exclaimed. giorno's ears perked up in sudden interest, "she's from mexico i think but she grew up here but her spanish is so cool! plus, she makes good food!" giorno laughed at how fast narancia was talking.

he figured he must've been stuck to your side for a while if he knew this much by now. usually narancia wasn't one to know this much about others so giorno wondered how open you were about your life.

once they arrived, giorno made his way to his office to situate his things before heading to greet everyone. he had to file a few things and inform bruno about the specifics of his trip before he could think of relaxing even the tiniest bit but once he did, he made his way to the living area.

he saw the back of your hair as he saw you talking rather loudly with mista. the two of you were talking about some soccer match that had happened over the weekend as he made his way to the coffee area to make himself a cup.

you were still arguing with mista when he looked up and saw giorno, "hey, you're back!" he exclaimed. your eyebrows fluttered in confusion when you looked up to see who he was talking to, "this is ( your name )," mista said as giorno finally looked at the two of you.

giorno stared at you for a moment before composing himself, "giorno," he mumbled, his voice not as confident as it usually is. you gave giorno a bright smile, a part of him immediately wondering how the hell you wrapped yourself up into a lifestyle like this, "( your name ), nice to meet you don giovanna," you said excitedly.

giorno didn't know how to respond besides shaking your hand. you instantly went back to speaking to mista who was now smirking at his friend.

mista was able to read his boss like the back of his hand.

-

"gio-gio! we need to go like right now!" you said stomping your foot impatiently. the blond rolled his eyes but obliged. you were waiting for him as the two of you were now disguised in the outfits that demanded the two of you to enter a very prestige venue.

the rest of passione had gotten a head start but you had taken such a long time to get ready that once you were done, giorno had been in the midst of doing something else. he hadn't been able to look at your outfit or how well dressed you were.

giorno's eyes widened when he finally saw the outfit you had on. you were wearing a black dress that fitted your curves way too nicely. your hair was pulled back and pin straight, "does this look okay? i feel like i'm under dressed," you muttered to him.

he shook his head, dismissing the idea immediately as the two of you entered the car. the driver that was assigned to the both of you opened the door as he couldn't help but sneak a peek at you from behind. giorno immediately gave the man a look which made him shiver in fright.

it wasn't a secret to anyone that the don of passione had fell for the new recruit and although it had been months since your initial meeting, giorno still hadn't grown to the idea of formally asking you out and it didn't seem like you had any idea that he was interested in you. for a moment, giorno thought you were into abba as you were always by his side.

he was lucky that his stand hadn't manifested itself to be affectionate towards your own stand yet but he knew that if he didn't admit to his feelings soon, his stand was going to do it for him and that was the last thing he wanted.

once the two of you arrived to the venue, you saw many familiar faces. they belonged to those who you called allies and even friends. this dinner was a sort of meeting between allies and what could be done to secure the future of all of your gangs.

what had surprised you on the other hand was how surprised everyone was when they saw you walking out with giorno. they had never seen the don with someone let alone someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you.

you were immediately given a glass of wine as you started to speak to trish and narancia. bruno and giorno were off on business as you were basically told to look pretty and try to not cause a ruckus with narancia which bruno knew was hard for the two of you to do.

as bruno and giorno were away from everyone, bruno could see the longing gaze that giorno had for you, "even people like us deserve love, even if it feels like we shouldn't. i've seen the looks you've made towards her since the day you met her and i think it's time you make a move before someone else does it," giorno knew he was speaking about abba who seemed to have some sort of feelings towards you as well.

the night continued on as you felt giorno's stare at you. you weren't an idiot after all. although you and narancia constantly gave off dumbass energy on the daily, you were also a girl. a girl who could tell when a man was staring at you and seemed to do that a lot lately.

you shot the blond a smile and made your way towards him as he composed himself. his heart was racing a mile a minute as you stood in front of him.

"what has you looking so serious don giovanna," he chuckled at the formal name as he finally stepped forward and let himself make the move he had been holding back for so long.

"it's okay, you can touch me, i won't break," you murmured to him. he smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. his hand found your lower back as your arms wrapped around his neck, "i am a mafia member after all," you joked.

giorno shook his head, "thank you for accepting this dance, i can tell many wish they were in my position at the moment," you rolled your eyes in slight annoyance, "i can tell but there's only one person allowed to even be this close to me at the moment and that's you," you whispered.

the two of you kept brushing your lips against each others until giorno finally deepened the kiss. you returned the kiss with the same energy as you ran your fingers through his slightly curled hair.

"and i better be the only one allowed to kiss you this way," giorno muttered, his slight dominance finally showing. you hummed in agreement, "the one and only don."

[lliminall]

passione boys farting around you

man idk.

bruno

excuses himself from the room to do it. around his boys he doesn’t give a fuck he will clear the room out, but he chooses to treat you with a little more respect lmao. the first time he lets one out around you it’s an accident, and he apologizes politely and kind of laughs at your scrunched up face. will tease you relentlessly if you let one out around him though. jesus christ imagine him analyzing the smell of your fart like he does with the taste of sweat and criticizing your poor dietary choices or smth. please punch him

giorno

does not fart around you if he can help it. he considers himself a gentleman for you and also is kind of embarrassed at the idea of it. would fidget awkwardly and apologize if he did fart around you, but you almost can’t even care about the grossness of it all because it’s one of the rare times you’ll see him genuinely flustered. would not say anything if you farted around him, he would just like. roll the window down or give you a look and move to sit on the other side of the room, which is almost worse than if he’d just pointed it out

mista

zero qualms about farting around you. will dutch-oven you for fun. will do it on the couch and then pin you to his chest when you try to run away because he likes to see you squeal, and he’ll do it all while cackling like a maniac because it’s just so funny to him. and his farts fucking reek. he’s out here waging biological warfare and enjoying it. if you fart around him he will either make a big deal (playfully) about how gross it is OR he will pretend to be into it. “damn babygirl, you fart with that ass??” “babe STOP” the type to sniff your chair after you stand up

fugo

another who does not like to fart around you. he will get very embarrassed if he does, but he’ll get super defensive and try to brush it off like it’s not a big deal and you’re the one being weird about it, even if you didn’t say anything. you can absolutely tease him about it and get an even more flustered reaction, but he might just hold you down in the stink-zone as punishment. he will lose all qualms about you smelling his rank ass the second you make a big deal about it. he didn’t start this war but he will finish it. will give you an exasperated look and walk away if you fart around him, unless he’s in a particularly good mood, in which case he will make fun of you for it

narancia

also does not care if he farts around you. he does it so casually. he doesn’t even look up or stop what he’s doing, unless he’s doing it on purpose to torment you, in which case you’ll look up to see him staring at you with an absolutely shit-eating grin. he’ll do it LOUD too, he doesn’t give a singular fuck and his farts are deadly. eye-watering, lung-clenching, gagging, puking-in-your-mouth-a-little type farts. what the hell is this man eating to produce smells like that. if you make a big deal out of it he’ll tell you you’re overreacting, but if you fart around him he will loudly go “ewwww” and like. plug his nose dramatically

abbacchio

in the beginning of your relationship he does not want to subject you to his farts, and will quietly move into another room to do it. this lulls you into a false sense of security and leaves you absolutely unprepared for the hell that awaits you later on, because once he gets comfortable with you he has no qualms about subjecting you to the stank. he’ll fart in bed while cuddling you against his chest and refuse to let you up for air. he doesn’t really say anything about it, he just grins deviously. will make a grossed-out face if you fart around him, but it’s mostly to tease you because he honestly doesn’t care that much. he works with a team of disgusting and rowdy men, he’s no stranger to smelling other people’s farts

[starry-blue-echoes]

No thoughts, head empty, just more Jotaro In Italy chaos a la Jotaro Being Accidentally Vague And Terrifying About His Past Experiences

I’ve got a few this time, so buckle up

Narancia, when they find Coco Jumbo: wait the turtle’s the stand user?!?

Jotaro: Huh. It’s been a while since I’ve last met an animal Stand user

Narancia: you’ve met animal Stand users before?!?

Jotaro: Yes, a couple. First there was an orangutan named Strength. His Stand was a real sized cargo ship, and he could control every part of it. Then was Iggy, a dog, who could make constructs out of sand. He really liked coffee gum for some reason. There was also Bug Eaten and Not Bug Eaten, a pair of rats who’s stands could shoot projectiles with melted the flesh of a target to a runny meat. One managed to melt half my body before it was dealt with. It was quite painful. And finally there’s Stray Cat….. though technically Stray is a plant now. It used to be a cat, then died and grew back as a plant. It can shoot bubbles of air. Last I checked, Stray was adopted by my uncle’s close friend

Jotaro: honestly, animals with Stands aren’t very surprising anymore. I once fought a sword who had a stand. It possessed my friend and made him stab me though, so I broke it

Narancia, who’s still stuck on “the orangutan had a stand which was a giant boat”:

~~~~

Bucciarati: So Jotaro. When did you get you Stand? You said you’ve been fighting and working with other Stand users for about 14 years so….

Jotaro: Yes, I got Star Platinum when I was 17 years old. It manifested when I was in the middle of a fight with some gang members and I thought it was an evil spirit at first.

Fugo: Really? So you didn’t mean to use your Stand?

Jotaro: Nope. Star didn’t listen to me very well at the time, and almost killed four guys. I was freaked out and ended up locking myself in a jail cell for a few days. I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember Star kept bringing me stuff. Pretty sure I almost shot myself in the head at one point

Fugo: …..what?

Jotaro: it was fine in the end. Star caught the bullet and it was fine, but it freaked me the hell out. Thought Star wasn’t going to let me die so it could keep doing evil spirit things for a second there though

Bucciarati, who was intending to learn more about Jotaro, not THAT:

~~~~~~~

Giorno: Jotaro, hold on, I’ll fix this as soon as I can. However it’s going to be pretty painful so-

Jotaro, slightly bleeding out: it’s just a scratch

Mista: Jotaro you are not fine, your insides are becoming your outsides

Jotaro: it’s fine. Egypt was a lot worse. I got holes drilled all the way through my shoulders and a sword stuck through my stomach. It just gotta put a bandaid on it and walk it off

Giorno: *concerned Team Healer noises*

Mista: hey Jotaro? What the fuck does that mean?

[boomboxboi]

The GangStars at the Roller Rink Headcanons! 🛼

Bruno Bucciarati

He always starts off a little wobbly.

But soon gets the hang of it.

He can’t really do tricks.

He has a lot of fun, though.

Will participate in the chicken dance after much pestering.

Only because he doesn’t actually know the chicken dance.

He does not buy snacks from the snack bar.

But he brings his own in a little zipper pocket dimension.

He helps out those who aren’t the best at skating.

Leone Abbacchio

A professional.

But not in a trick sort of way.

Likes roller derby sort of way.

He is an aggressive skater.

He will NOT do the chicken dance.

But he will out-speed everyone in that rink.

He finds it very entertaining that Giorno cannot roller skate.

“What a loser” he thinks.

Until he realizes that Giorno is getting help from Bruno!!!

Pannacotta Fugo

Another aggressive skater.

But not good at all.

He slips and slides and curses.

He doesn’t do the chicken dance.

But it’s because he literally can’t even get away from the entrance without sliding around.

He is angry the entire time.

Has a death grip on the bars on the edges.

Snack bar?

The perfect excuse to get out of this hell hole.

Narancia Ghirga

An absolute pro.

He knows ALL the tricks.

He will show off all the tricks.

He always does the chicken dance.

He forces Guido to do the chicken dance.

Has tried to show Fugo how to skate.

It didn’t go well.

Fugo had a death grip on him.

He does like the snack bar.

But he likes doing his tricks even more.

Guido Mista

He is also good at skating.

He doesn’t know as many tricks as Narancia.

And isn’t as speedy as Abbacchio.

Also the Pistols have their own little skates.

They’re made from Tech Decks.

He has taught them all how to skate.

Also the snack bar is usually where he’s at.

Because the Pistols will try to steal from it.

Also he does the chicken dance.

Giorno Giovanna

He has wobbly legs.

No tricks.

But he does get the hang of it after a while.

Is bullied by Abbacchio who aggressively skates around him.

He thinks Narancia’s tricks are neat.

And is thankful that Bruno helps him skate.

When he leaves the rink and starts to walk again, it feels funny.

He also eats the snacks from Bruno’s zipper dimension.

He will do the chicken dance but wobble the entire time.

Trish Una

A natural.

She picks up on Narancia’s tricks very fast and can do them just as well after her first few attempts.

She also can skate fast like Abbacchio.

But she does NOT do the chicken dance.

Instead, she will just watch from the sidelines.

She doesn’t eat the snacks that Bruno brings or anything from the snack bar.

Both are very questionable.

She likes the gushy couples skates and will drag out Narancia.

It’s not because she’s in love with him.

But because he’s the only one who will do it with her that’s actually any good at skating.

[princelylove]

Have you ever written anything with Abacchio? I feel strong yandere vibes from him. Controlling and mean, not ready to compromise type of vibes. Obsessed yet detached. Would you be willing to share some headcanons with us? Thank you!

I think I did write for him once, but not a lot. In my head Leone and Guido are roommates, and Bruno, Pannacotta, and Narancia live together somewhere else. Bruno’s all “These are my sons.” but Leone and Guido see each other more like a “guy who I happen to live with, mutual trust.” kind of thing. Leone’s a bit of an outsider (Absolutely no one in Team Bucciarati likes cops, even if Leone is an ex-cop.), I think I’m still working out how I’m interpreting him. 

Leone is a cold, mean man. He acts disinterested in you, he might even pretend you just don’t exist. But is that really how he wants to be? I think Leone’s temperament depends on how badly his depression is affecting him, whether you’re in public or private, and how comfortable he is with you in general. He’s… a bit moody, pun not intended. 

A totally comfortable and reassured Leone would treat you like his savior. But he’s just too prideful to really admit that, especially if you’re not in a relationship, so he keeps that to himself. Those are his private thoughts, ones he won’t express until much later on in your relationship. You’re the only thing keeping him going, the thing that gets him up every morning. I said this in that alphabet ask request I did, “Leone loves to just sit and watch you. He gives you space, careful not to step on your metaphorical toes, and just sits quietly to watch. He won’t look away if you look over while he’s giving you that stupid, lovestruck stare. He’s so lucky he gets to witness you.” and I really do hold firm on it. When you’re alone, Leone’s face changes so much, if he’s in the mood to show you how utterly obsessed he is. He doesn’t mean to get in your way, please, continue what you’re doing. Don’t mind him.

And Christ he’s obsessed. Leone’s addicted. He doesn’t really… need to stare or even just interact with you, since he can just replay it. He pretends you’re annoying him, he wants to just sit there and listen to Monteverdi, what could you possibly have to say that’s more important than a classical genius? Shut up and eat your food, have Guido entertain you if you’re really that bored. The second you’re gone, though.. Leone’s all over his stand. He’s such a degenerate that he’ll get under the table just to see how you position your legs. God, you’re gorgeous. He’d kill to kiss your real ankle, or to drink from your glass at the same spot you did…

But Leone’s not at all ready to talk to the real you, so he won’t. He holds himself over for as long as he can this way- with placeholder you. He feels disgusting for it- piggybacking off of Narancia’s jokes and pretending your laughter was at what he had to say, holding ‘your’ hand over the table and pretending you’ve been in love forever, sitting in the place of whoever you were cuddling up to just to feel what it would be like… He really has no hard limits, Leone would replay you sleeping if he could find a safe way to do it. Does the guilt keep him up at night? Certainly. Will he stop? Never. 

Quick digression, isn’t that such a horrifying stand in a captor/victim situation? You can’t hide anything from him since he can just use his stand and replay you doing it. I’d hate him as a yandere, I love to argue. I hit him with the old reliable “I didn’t say that.” and he replays me, in fact, saying that. That’s my Hell.

And what happens in the meantime, before he’s ready to be a giant mush to you? He’s a cunt. A total dick. He’s physically present (Always physically present, for a man that “hates”  you…), but emotionally distant. He doesn’t want to be seen with you in the slightest. He goes out of his way to drive you away- he doesn’t want you to engage with him at all. If you sit down next to him he’s knocking his drink onto your lap. Won’t even apologize, unless the glass breaks. Then he’ll just snap at you to stay still. Doesn’t want the glass digging  into that gorgeous skin of yours… huh? He didn’t say anything. He’s glaring at you because he thinks he missed a piece, don’t get all worked up. (He’s staring, actually. He just looks mean.)

It’s a constant game of push and pull. Incredibly mixed messages. How are you supposed to take it when he bumps into you with enough force to knock you back (When he clearly had room to go around), but also puts his arm around you so you don’t fall while taking the train? Leone has the audacity to directly command you, but not the confidence to consistently speak to you. He wants you, badly, but can’t handle speaking to you for more  than a minute- and that’s generous. Once you finally crack him it’s like he’s an entirely different person. Doting and attentive, just not very verbally affectionate. He’s very handsy.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm busy, find someone else to play with."

[inkpot909]

Walking in Space

↳ Guido Mista x Reader. The reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral.

Summary: Eager to take advantage of a quiet household, you retreat to the garage to have a joint or two. To your surprise, Mista is there. Taking you aback even further, he requests that you smoke together.

Warning(s): Canon-typical Swearing. Light NSFW. Making out; Mista is a little grabby. Some grinding. Drug usage. If characters smoking marijuana will make you uncomfortable, or put you in a bad place, please do not read.

It isn’t often that Bucciarati’s house settles down early into a night. It’s not just his residence, but the home of his team as well.

Since before moving in, the chaotic environment was made perfectly clear to you. Young adults living together in a confined space hardly ever offers much peace and quiet.

A day-long mission assigned to more than half of the group’s members ensured tonight would turn out differently than what was the norm. Your expectation was that people would be turning in sooner rather than later, one that came to be true.

Fugo seemingly cancelled his lesson with Narancia for the night, making a beeline for his bedroom the moment he walked through the front door. Equally as tired, Narancia didn’t even feel like celebrating the occasion. Hell, one couldn’t even tell if he noticed. Abbacchio lazily passed out on the couch, having plopped himself there not two minutes after returning home. And Bucciarati gave you a half-assed summary of the mission’s events before excusing himself from the living room.

Peace and quiet… you thought with a pleased hum. Walking downstairs to the main floor, your feet moved at a slow pace yet still shuffled along with purpose. There’s no need to rush your pace, after all, the ultimate goal is to relax.

With Bucciarati presumably asleep, and the two youngest in the house clocking out for the night as well, you can’t think of a better time to have a smoke in the garage.

“If you’re going to do it at all; it’s going to be in the garage only,” you recalled Bucciarati telling you sternly.

Not long after you first moved in, you sat him down to talk about your smoking habit. You were open and careful, striving to hear his thoughts on the matter. You could tell by the tightness of his jaw that he didn’t much like you smoking in the first place, but bit his tongue. He appreciated that you came to him on your own accord, and it was your transparency that ultimately earned you his consent to smoke under his own roof.

He made his rules very clear: Keep yourself safe, and keep it away from the two minors in the group at all costs. It was assumed that Fugo was smart enough to make an informed decision on the matter, but mentioning such things was irrelevant. The penalty for breaking his rules weren’t explicitly specified; they didn’t need to be.

A smile finds it’s way onto your face at the memory. Bucciarati’s trust in you is deeply valued, not just as his subordinate, but as his friend. And you weren’t about to break that trust anytime soon.

Still, you felt better smoking whenever he was asleep or out of the house. It just seemed more respectful on your part.

Making your way to the garage door, you swing it open only to find the lights inside already switched on.

“This damn thing-“

Out of everything you’d expect to see, you weren’t necessarily anticipating Mista hunched over Narancia’s music player with a frustrated look on his face. He’s mashing the buttons on top with vigor, although absolutely no noise is erupting from the device.

You feel like a high schooler by just how internally giddy you become at the mere sight of the gunslinger. Embarrassing? Maybe. Could you deny the feeling if you tried? Probably not.

The curses he mutters underneath his breath cease to continue, his head lifting up so he can meet the eyes of whoever walked in on him. To your own personal glee, his gaze softens.

To him, seeing you like this is a welcomed surprise. Although the two of you had the house to yourselves most of the day, you hadn’t spent much time together. Just the mere possibility of it sends his heart leaping into the atmosphere.

“What’s a pretty place like you doing in a girl like this?” he asks, winking twice.

Smile persisting, you shake your head at his goofy line. Greeting you with a cheesy pickup line was not an uncommon occurrence for Mista, but subverting expectations earns him a chuckle.

He beams proudly as if it’s all he needs out of his day. It really is the simple things with Guido. That much is clear, even to you.

“Hoping to have a joint or two,” you tell him honestly before glancing down at the player. Raising a brow, you meet his gaze once again. “Did you-“

“No.” Mista quickly cuts you off, clearing his throat and standing up straight. Removing his hands from the music player, he lifts them in the air as if to surrender. “I swear I found it like this.”

You shrug, “Narancia hardly takes care of that hunk of junk. Trust me, I’m not really about to put the blame on you. Although Narancia might try to if he finds out you’ve been messing with it.”

Huffing out a relieved laugh, Mista replies, “Good thing you won’t, ‘cause otherwise I’d have to tell on you for smoking.”

Walking to the right-hand side of the garage, you respond to him offhandly, “Mista, I know you know that Bruno knows. Sometimes I wonder if he really cares all that much.”

He folds his arms, studying your movements across the room. “Oh, he does. It’s just that you’re an adult; it’s not in his principles to try and stop you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose unless it’s a problem.”

“Sure,” you agree, approaching one of many small shelves in the garage. A tiny metal box is tucked away from sight, behind supplies that vary in purpose. You reach for the container, fingertips lightly skidding across it’s smooth surface. Pulling it off the shelf completely, you turn back to him and add, “But Narancia isn’t, y’know.”

“Umm… okay. Your point?”

You shrug, shifting the conversation back towards the silent player. “My point is, if he tries to blame you for breaking his radio, then just destroy a lego set of his or something.”

Mista snorted in response, the sound slowly melting into a hearty laugh after fully digesting what you said.

“Anyways, I haven’t indulged myself in a while,” you gesture towards the box in your hands, “And it’s rarely quiet in the house around this hour. If you don’t wanna have to deal with the smell, take the broken radio someplace else. I hate to kick you out so rudely but… I suppose you understand, at least?”

Even as you speak, you hope he’ll choose to stay with you. Mista’s funny enough sober. He’s cute enough to be quite flustering as well, something you hope you can handle better in a stoned state of mind.

“And what?” he asked, smiling fake-mockingly, “Leave you alone while you get high? What kind of friend does that? No, I think I’ll stick around and see what you’re like.”

Friend… you swallow.

“You sure, Guido?”

He hummed, tapping his chin while eyeing the black box. “In all actuality, Y/n…”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wait-“

“I’m thinking that, maybe-“

“Mista, I-I don’t know if-“

He puts one hand up, gently silencing you. Taking a couple steps closer, he goes on earnestly, “Only if you’re willing to share, of course… but I’d kinda like to smoke with you. I never have tried it before and I’m admittedly curious. Hell, I’ll pay you back for what I take if that’s-“

“No!” you insist, making him hesitate. Biting your lower lip you stop yourself. He nods gently though, urging you to speak your mind. Caving easily, you continue, “It’s not… about the money. I’d like to. I mean- it’d be fun, right? I’d have fun with you…” your head spins momentarily, recognizing (if not briefly) that your words are going nowhere. “I-It’s… it’s just that… I don’t think Bruno would be too happy with me is all. I don’t wanna be disrespectful. I said before that he doesn’t care, but jokes aside, he was apprehensive about letting me.”

“And you’re not being disrespectful,” he tells you, setting a hand on your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, yet still somehow enough to get your heart racing. “It’s a decision I’m making at the end of the day. Furthermore, it was my idea. If Bruno’s mad, I’ll do anything I can to insist my own independence. It’s not like you’re pushing it on me.” Smiling, he removes his hand from your shoulder. “That being said, it’s your weed. So whatever you decide.”

You hum, mulling over his words. In all honesty, his lack of hesitation over his own agency is quite respectable. Not only that, but his assurance that he would do anything to keep you from potentially facing repercussions warms your heart.

Recalling the first time you ever smoked, hope fuels your thoughts. It was late one night, at a little get together with three of your closest friends. They had made a point of ensuring your comfort; in ensuring it was something you truly wanted. The night was one you’d never forget. Listening to music well into the early morning, you doubted you would have felt safer your first time with anyone else. All at once, Mista’s words flood your brain, reminding you of a different life before Passione.

Although you’d never consider yourself defined by smoking, there’s something intimate about someone’s first time smoking marijuana. It undeniably takes a certain level of trust. And to think Mista wouldn’t think twice about the presumed trust he has in you… oh, how your heart leaps with joy.

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly nod and try to not let his brightening eyes effect your tone of voice. “Alright… I would love to share a joint or two with you Mista. Just…” you pause, “You feel safe, right? Comfortable? That’s very important to me, you see…”

He takes a step towards you. “Of course… as if I’d wanna do this with anyone else. Here, I’ll even let you use the chair I grabbed. Uh, y’know, as a sign of good faith.”

Chuckling, you sit yourself down with a nod. Setting the box down on your lap, your thumb flips the front latch upwards. The moment the top is opened, marijuana’s distinct stench fills the garage. Mista stands diagonally behind your chair, curiously peaking at the inside of the box. Your hands nearly begin shaking as you move, sensing his gaze.

Inside are a couple bags of bud lined up next to each other, sitting beside a tiny grinder. Another ziplock bag contains joints you’ve already rolled yourself ahead of time. Lastly, two lighters sit upright patiently.

“You buy from Passione?” he asks, giving you a playful nudge.

“Technically, I guess. From a guy named Campi. He pays the organization protection costs and is given permission to sell in the area. But to say he’s part of the gang would be a stretch.”

“Bottom of the food chain?”

“At the very bottom; probably not even an afterthought,” you confirm, “But he’s a sweet and genuine man. A single father. Making some extra money on the side to help support his kids, y’know?”

Mista nods, and the both of you leave it at that. You grab the bag of joints, opening it with a satisfying pop. With one hand, you reach in and snag a single joint. With your other, you grab one of the lighters.

“We’ll start with sharing just the one,” you decide, craning your neck backwards. Your head bumps against the chair’s backrest, and Mista chuckles at the face you make. “A-Anyways…” you say with a smile, “It’s probably best if you start with a hit or two. Please… I can’t stress this enough- let me know how you’re feeling.”

“Alright,” he nods, walking away from you to the other side of the garage in order to snag himself a different chair. “Whatever you think’s best.”

Mista returns to your side a moment later, setting his chosen chair down. He sits down next to you, and you give him a smile before lowering your head.

Although you flick on the lighter and hold it up to the joint with clear practice, your hands still quake. You don’t have to look beside you to know Mista’s eyes are on you yet again.

“You alright?” he asks.

You mentally curse yourself but bury your embarrassment. “Yeah… umm, just excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had company when smoking.”

Bringing the joint to your lips, your chest rises while you inhale smoke emitting from it. Holding in your breath to keep the weed in your system, you slowly exhale smoke from within your lungs.

“Really?” Mista questions, trying not to shamelessly stare at the smoke passing from your lips. “How long do you think it’s been?”

“Well… since moving here, I suppose,” You reply, handing him the joint. “Bruno doesn’t want me doing it outside the house; it would worry him.”

“Bucciarati can be such a curious one. He seriously thinks too much like a mother,” Mista snorts, examining the joint carefully. He waits a moment longer before taking his first hit, a little shorter than your own.

He attempts to mirror your actions and hold in the smoke, but erupts into a coughing fit. The smoke escapes him in bursts, until he’s left covering his mouth with his arm while finishing his fit.

“You alright?” you ask nervously.

“Y-Yeah-“ he manages, smiling with watering eyes. He hands you the joint, letting out a couple more coughs. “Tasted like shit; smell isn’t too bad though.”

You giggle, taking your second hit. “Can’t deny that. You’ll probably want to wash your clothes first thing tomorrow. Unless you really want Bruno finding out.”

The two of you share a laugh, slowly but steadily feeling the joint’s effects.

• • •

After your second joint and Mista fifth tiny hit, the garage was full of laughter.

Your hands no longer shook with nerves, relaxed and dazed eyes focused on Mista as he voices another of his out-of-pocket questions. His body is sprawled out casually on his chair, eyes bloodshot red.

“I think dogs would be the kindest,” he continues on. “Man’s best friend… y’know what I mean?”

“Possibly. I don’t know what animals would be the nicest if they could talk- but I do think bugs would be quite spiteful.”

He nods with vigor, “They’d all absolutely hate us. But at least spiders would be more easy to spot in the home if they’re talking up a storm.”

“Ugh… imagining that is just creepy,” you shiver, “I’d feel more uncomfortable about killing them then.”

“I’ll still smush ‘em for you,” he promises, winking clumsily.

You giggle, covering your mouth. “I wouldn’t doubt it…” Calming down, you cross one leg over the other and prod him, “So… what do you think, Guido?”

“Of what?” Mista tilts his head to the side.

“Of being high,” you specify. “I’ve checked in on whether or not you’re comfortable- if you feel queasy. But it’s been an hour and a half already… so I got to know your thoughts overall.”

He hums, shutting his eyes thoughtfully. “Hmm… honestly, I thought it’d be more similar to being drunk.”

“Is… is it okay?”

“Well…” a smug grin spreads across his face, “I can see why you do this from time to time. It’s fun.”

You breath a sigh of relief.

He sets his elbow down on his chair’s armrest. He leans closer to you, eyes unmoving from your own. Resting his chin in the palm of his hands, you do your best to capture his image in your brain despite your impaired state. The giddy smile on his face warms the inside of your chest with ease.

All the while his mind is racing just at the sight of you. He’s always found you breathtaking, but tonight has brought you together unlike anything before. It’s not something he could think of describing on his own, but he would agree with your opinion that the first time getting high can feel personal. And in the dim lighting of the garage, he’s overcome with a odd sense of confidence.

“That being said, I don’t think I’d have this much fun without you with me…” he says, voice quieter now.

“Guido… thank you. A first smoke is important because of the people you’re with. With good company-“

“You misunderstand,” he insists before trailing off, “I wouldn’t…”

“You wouldn’t what?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, leaning back in his chair.

Frowning, you ash the remainder of your joint and make sure it’s completely out. Setting your box aside and on the floor, you turn back to him. “Come on… you can tell me…”

“Well…” he takes in a deep breath, “I think I’d have fun regardless, you know what I’m saying? You’re what makes this fun. I like being with you- erm, hanging out with you. Spending time. Y-You know what I mean.”

He turns his head away, clearing his throat. Internally, he lectures himself. In his head, he’s meant to be smooth around you. But he spoke without thinking, a common occurrence throughout his time of being high thus far. The way you always giggle a his silly one-liners, whenever he calls you a tongue and cheek pet name… even with all that, it’s not like him to be so painfully obvious.

“I-I like spending time with you too,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner distress. You’re leaning towards him now, both hands fastened on your chair’s arm rests.

“Really?” he asks, as if it was some great mystery. Regardless, you humor him by keeping still and your expression. He leans towards you too, leaving just a foot between your faces.

“Of course… smoking with you has been a dream come true,” you swallow, “Or something…”

“Or something…” he echoes, “I wonder… would, umm, would you still like to hang out with me if I said you’re cute.”

“I’m not sure; you’d have to say it first,” you test, mostly teasing.

“You’re beautiful,” he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, voice earnest and gentle.

Cheeks heating up, your eyes widen and heart rate increases bit by bit. This is happening… oh my god, this is really happening, your mind races.

“Hmm…” you pretend casualness, “Yes… I do still enjoy your company.”

“Then…” he starts, standing up from his chair. Reaching for your hand, he pulls you up from your spot with ease. No matter how much you eye him up in his exposing crop-top, his strength never ceases to catch you off guard.

But what gets your head truly spinning, is how he swiftly pulls you into his embrace. One of his hands stays glued to yours and the other is wrapped around you, resting on your lower back. “Would you still like me if we stayed this close?”

“G-Guido…” you stutter, hardly processing his words. Not trusting your own, you simply nod.

“Y/n…” he sighs, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I-I know I’m high…”

“I’m high too…” you confirm.

“But I really-“

“-want this.” you both say in tandem.

He tilts his head to the side, ghosting his lips over your own. You think to speak his name, but he doesn’t offer you the chance. His lips press against yours, leading you into a delicate kiss.

Mista’s breath fans your face, controlled and poised. Despite your racing heart, your own breathing is disciplined as well.

A minute or two passes before you pull away. In your influenced state, the kiss blissfully felt like it lasted much longer.

“Y/n…” he mutters your name again, moving his hand away from yours in order to wrap both his arms around you. Your own sneak their way around his neck.

“Please, kiss me again,” you plead.

He shutters, enchanted by your tone of voice. Who would he be to deny such an earnest request?

Once again your lips meet, this time with greater vigor. His head tilts sideways further, deepening the kiss. You gasp into the motion, leaving an opening he takes advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, both his and yours dance around one another desperately.

His lips travel from your mouth to your lower jaw, traveling along it and eventually moving down to your neck. He peppers light kisses along your skin. That is, until your hand reaches up his neck, beneath his hat, and tugging at his hair.

Mista grunts in response, biting down and then sucking greedily at the space just below the curve of your jaw.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he mumbles, voice ragged.

“Me too…” you confess breathlessly.

“Mmm…” he hums, tightening his grip around your waste. Ever so slightly, he dips you at the hip, subtly pressing his own against yours.

Leaning your head backwards, your fingers dig into his scalp. Motivated further, he leaves another bite just below his first. His tongue laps against the mark, kissing you as if it were his last chance.

Mista’s hand slowly inches downward, giving you ample time to push him away or halt his movement. Realizing you put up no protest, he continues downward to grip your bum hungrily.

You gasp and instinctively buck your hips into his, “Guido!”

He lets out a shaky sigh, returning the motion almost experimentally. Lifting his head from your neck, no time is wasted before kissing your lips once more. Tongues press together lightly, sighs and gentle groans sprinkled between kisses.

His hand on your ass reaches down to your thigh, hoisting your leg upwards and wrapping it around his waist. Now with more access, the two of you grind your hips together at a steady pace. Feeling his ever increasing prominent bulge push up against you is enough to cause you to moan.

He chuckles at your response, pulling his head away so you can both get ahold of your breathing. He rests his forehead against your own, looking at you with a lustful gaze. Something deeper is found in the twinkle of his eyes, expressing sincere and personal desire.

“Amore mio… I-“

His eyes drift away, traveling to the right of your person. Mista’s velvety expression quickly contorts into a frustrated one.

Before you can think to ask him what’s wrong, he grips you tight and whirls you to his side. Pressing you against him still, he pulls a hand from your ass to instead reach down into the front of his pants.

To your shock, he pulls out his pistol. He yells out incoherently, shooting two bullets into Narancia’s music player.

“Guido!” you exclaim, blinking rapidly. You cling onto him, but your face is kept away from him out of confusion. “What the hell was that for?”

“Because the damn thing doesn’t work!”

Opening your mouth, you soon close it slowly. Your grip on him loosens, letting out a giggle. It morphs into a hearty laugh, stomach straining in pain at the sheer force of it.

Glancing at you, he wonders out loud, “What’s so funny?”

It only encourages more of your laughter, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Mista!” you snort, “There’s no doubt about it; you’re definitely high!”

Blowing smoke emitting from his gun, he shoves it back into his pants with ease. Confident and certain, he offers you a sultry glance. “That was hot, though, wasn’t it?”

You merely giggle more, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Regardless, you reply honestly, “A little… I’ll admit I like that you keep your gun in your pants…”

His smirk widens, biting his lower lip momentarily. “Well, if that’s the case…” Mista whispers, voice husky. He blows slowly in your ear, making you halt entirely. Planting a single kiss on your earlobe, he continues smoothly, “Perhaps you’d like to reach for it yourself…”

[randoimago]

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Guido Mista, Giorno Giovanna, Pannacotta Fugo, Ghirga Narancia

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons, Self Indugent

Warning(s): Slight Spoilers to Part 5

Note(s):  I miss writing for Part 5 characters so I decided to do a thing with the Alphabet Headcanons of writing the letters for their commonly used name (”M” for Mista, “F” for Fugo, etc).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) 

Fugo

He’d be so hesitant when it comes to actually being in a relationship with someone. Fugo knows his temper gets bad. He knows he has like no self control when it comes to him being angry. And he also has very bad experiences in the past with being physical with someone (even though he technically wasn’t the one being physical).

If he somehow got the luck to meet the person that can deal with him and someone that he can allow himself to love, then he will be 100% committed. The only way he’d end anything is if boundaries get crossed.

Marriage isn’t something Fugo has ever really thought of. Marrying someone he is actually able to love? I don’t know if he’d feel it as necessary to marry. He’s in love, it’s obvious (to you) that he’s in love. Why do you have to go all out for a wedding? Honestly it would have to be up to his S/O if marriage happens because he very happy to call you his spouse even if there hasn’t been any ceremonies to make it official

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

Giorno

He has been through a lot. He also hasn’t had the greatest experiences when it comes to emotional or physical love. But for an S/O, he is going to treat them as if they’re fragile.

Giorno is so sweet. He is like a prince with how caring and loving he is to his S/O. Now and then he is more on the teasing bastard side (his dad is coming out), but most of the time he is kind and making sure you’re okay.

When it comes to being physical, he keeps an eye on you to make sure he’s never going too far. Again, he has very bad experiences of physical contact so he wants to make sure you’re okay with him touching you. Even him brushing a hand against yours causes him to quickly make eye contact to see if you’re alright.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) 

Mista

He wants nothing more than to keep you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest. But with how the Sex Pistols get, more often then not they’ll come out and start complaining about being hungry. So it is him grumbling as he just wants to cuddle you but instead he gets up.

Mista tries not to wake you up, but he’s not the quietest when he’s getting ready for the day so you probably do start to stir, which causes him to very loudly shush the Sex Pistols - and that causes you to wake up more.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) 

Narancia

He is typically very hyper at like all times of the day (besides morning). Getting ready for bed is a lot of him humming and bobbing along to music only he can hear as he’s getting ready. And then crawling into bed next to you is him wanting to just talk to you. Yes you two should sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow, but he wants to just talk to you about whatever the hell pops into his head.

Now if the day was filled with Stand battles and just tiring mafia stuff then Narancia is falling face down in bed and going to sleep. He didn’t even try to get ready for bed (besides having his shoes off). He’s just out.