#At one point i considered just switching to giovanna

[eudico-my-beloved]

Git back from baby's first anime con (or cons in general) (one of my roomies got free tickets so he and i went together)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw a lot of gg people and had a lot of fun (and also spent wayyy too much money) :)

[costellos]

a/n: I’ve been reminiscing on a lot of cheesy romcoms and one of my favorite tropes are “dates that aren’t officially dates but basically are dates.” we love a good yearning. that said, here are some #unofficialofficialdates that the boys use to spend time with you!

tw: mentions of drugs

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & what excuses they use to get closer to you!

bruno bucciarati.

Bucciarati gets closer to you by having you assist him at “fundraisers.” 

Passione holds a handful of events throughout the year. elaborate parties with expensive champagne, mindless chatter, and some very high-profile attendees. people will join to officialize deals, buy drugs, and of course, donate to keep Passione thriving.

Bucciarati usually goes alone, acting as a representative for his escort team. this isn’t the type of scene you’d see the others at. but up until your joining, you’ve found yourself as his sole companion.

it began as a way to familiarize yourself with mobster life. his idea, of course. although he didn’t push the idea, he’d be lying if he said he hoped you would accept. ↳ “it’s not required, but the company would be nice.”

it’s an odd affair. celebrities and politicians join and no one blinks an eye. it’s not where you’d usually find yourself on a Saturday night, with you and your partner dressed to the nines (okay, maybe not a usual scene for you; Bucciarati always had something beautiful draped onto his figure).

the hors d'oeuvres and cocktails are nice, at least. but you find yourself drawn to your conversations with Bucciarati the most.

he makes you feel welcome at every event, that you deserve to be here as much as the starlet making her grand appearance. you’re unsure that you can handle business with new clients, but the way he talks to you is so reassuring and supportive that you quickly help the gang obtain new patrons.

you can’t help but notice that his speech became more casual after the first outing. he’s a fan of crude jokes and local gossip, you find. but you also notice the hand at your hip as he guides you to every following fundraiser. if you look at him while he he does so, he’d send a the kindest grin. ↳ “see? you’re a natural. we need to work on your eye contact, though. clients respond better when they see those pretty eyes look back at them.”

that shameless flirtation came out after your fifth fundraiser. by that point, Bucciarati made less of an effort to hide his attraction toward you. all the other patrons thought you to be a couple. why not play the part? besides, he finds your embarrassment endearing. cute, even. he’s already planning ways to make this night last longer.

leone abbacchio.

Abbacchio gets closer to you by helping you get ready for your missions.

you’re typically the first choice for espionage missions. the way you slip into parties, meetings, anything without anyone noticing is impressive, to say the least. but only part of that is thanks to your own abilities. Abbacchio does a lot of the heavy lifting behind the scenes.

it started when he noticed your god awful attempt at masquerade makeup. your contouring left much to be desired. ↳ ���...please don’t tell me you’re actually going out like that.”

and so began a tradition of sorts. you usually meet him at his apartment, considering that’s where all his tools are. it was awkward at first; Abbacchio isn’t the best conversationalist, but he did try to seem somewhat engaged in whatever you had to say.

with time, however, it became easier. less awkward. Abbacchio shares whatever wine (and gossip) he has at his disposal that week. you find that his humor can be quite dry once you melt through that icy exterior. and with more time, you start to notice the tiniest smiles when you pop by.

he’s also less fussy when you ask him to do your makeup. before he would roll his eyes and ask when you were next available, but now... he just says to come by that Friday night. not without some minor teasing, though you found that to be a part of his charm. (plus, the fact you were breaking through to him was exciting in itself.)

he’s incredibly gentle when he does your makeup. he always holds your chin as he dabs liquid foundation onto your face, his hand moving your head for those hard-to-reach areas. when he does your eyeshadow, you can feel that same hand cup your cheek to keep you steady. though intimate, it’s not uncomfortable.

whenever he caught you staring at him, Abbacchio would ask what you were looking at. recently, however, you’ve noticed he merely purses his lips, swallows, and looks away. ↳ “huh. would’ve never known you could look so stunning. you’re welcome.”

his rude teasing made its appearance after eight visits. it’s an awful attempt to deny his feelings. maybe you’ll back off if he’s mean enough. but the way you smile at him after every session, how you shamelessly compliment him... he can’t help himself. he has to get closer to you in any way that he can.

giorno giovanna.

Giorno gets closer to you by asking you to help him with his hair.

you’d often watch girls fawn over Giorno whenever you went on patrols with him. and it’s warranted: his chiseled cheekbones, long lashes, and defined physique had him rival the Roman statues that lined Naples. everything about him is a piece of art. including his hair. 

you caught him struggling to braid his hair shortly before your next patrol. strands would be thicker than others, and in one case, you watched as his hair tie snapped between his fingers. he obviously needed help. ↳ “well, if you’re offering. be my guest.”

so you got to work. it wasn’t a big deal; part of the issue was that Giorno couldn’t see the back of his head. you separated his hair into three strands, weaved them between each other, and tied the ends of his hair into a loop. just as you’d always seen him do it.

but once you finished, Giorno was hooked. the way your fingernails dragged along his scalp, how you were so careful to not pull his hair... it was wonderful. such a small action that felt so personal to him.

he asks you to help him with his hair whenever he can. not too frequently that you’d catch on, though. and he knows you well enough to know you wouldn’t deny his request. you’re far too kind. it’s a little manipulative on his end, but he’s also aware that you wouldn’t mind.

it never feels awkward. he asks you about your day while you work. sometimes he gives you a briefing about what’s on the agenda. though it seems casual on your end, as mentioned, Giorno finds the experience quite intimate. ↳ “I don’t know what it is, but something about your touch is enough to make me feel so relaxed. ...ah, excuse me. was that too forward?”

that statement comes out after you’ve braided Giorno’s hair ten times. by that point, you’ve started to think that he doesn’t really need help with his hair. the fact that he’s started producing flowers to put in your own hair was a dead giveaway. but can you blame him? he loves seeing you blush as he tucks daisies behind your ear.

guido mista.

Mista gets closer to you by showing you his favorite quick eats.

as a long-standing resident of Naples, the gunslinger is aware of all the best restaurants in the city. from hole-in-the walls to elegant restaurants, he knows ‘em all. he has a particular soft spot for the former.

you’re the opposite of him: new to Naples and unaware of what foods await you. Mista takes it upon himself to change that. ↳ “you’ve never heard of Sorbillo and you’ve been living here for how long? ...alright, well. we’re gonna change that. you and me, Sorbillo, this Saturday.”

and thus a new tradition began. whenever you and Mista had a free Saturday night, you’d meet at whatever restaurant he recommended that week. sometimes it was seafood, other nights it was pizza, but it was always something extremely delicious (and extremely unforgettable).

he caters his choices to what you’re in the mood for. Mista’s not a picky eater by any means (so long as it’s not in fours), so he’s down for whatever you want. plus, it lets him get to know your tastes a little better.

he’s a great conversationalist. he can keep you distracted from long lines and longer food prep times. you never get the impression that he’s just making small talk, because honestly, he’s not. he genuinely wants to get to know you better. he usually asks about your life before Passione. 

your weekly outings originally started as a fun hangout between two friends. but during one chilly night, Mista was quick to notice your shivering. he wasted no time in giving you his coat and hat. ↳ “hey, you don’t ever get... I dunno... bored of this, do you? I know we’ve been doing this for a while and... if you ever wanna stop, you can let me know.”

that question came up after your seventh outing. you’d never seen the gunslinger get embarrassed like this. it only comes up because Mista’s realizing how much he loves being around you. he loves when your eyes widen as you take that first bite, he loves when muse how good the food is. he needs to know where you stand before he gets too invested because honestly, he’s starting to love you as well.

narancia ghirga.

Narancia gets closer to you by asking you to help him read. 

Fugo’s not the best tutor. bless him, he tries, but Narancia isn’t the best student either. the latter often spaces out while working. and when he doesn’t, he tries to distract Fugo with some meaningless chatter to end the session sooner. Fugo was quick to catch onto this.

as a result, he turned to you to tutor Narancia. it started as a joke. “if [Name] can’t do it, no one can,” he laughed. the pupil, however, was more than happy to switch tutors. ↳ “fine! [Name]’ll be a better teacher than you ever were!!”

and like that, you were Narancia’s new tutor. not that you minded. it would benefit the whole team if he could read above a primary school level. every Tuesday and Thursday, an hour before the gang’s meetings at Libeccio, you and Narancia would grab a table and go over his reading material. sometimes Fugo joins to watch Narancia’s progress, sometimes Mista to hang out and enjoy a slice of cake, but it’s normally a one-on-one lesson.

Narancia quickly realizes that he likes those lessons best. it’s much easier when the others aren’t teasing him for his inability to read words like “signorile.” plus, he likes his time alone with you. you don’t laugh. you never judge him. if he has a question, he doesn’t feel stupid to come to you about it, even outside of tutoring sessions.

he’s still distracted when he’s with you, but half the time it’s intentional, half the time it’s not. he just wants to learn more about you. he’ll take breaks between questions to ask you about yourself. Narancia usually sticks to questions regarding your hobbies and interests. lord help you if you share the same music taste because he’ll want to share all his favorite tunes with you.

lately he’s been quite diligent with his work. he’ll go a chapter ahead of what you’ve scheduled and... oh my, are those annotations? you’d never seen him smile brighter than when you praised him for his hard work. ↳ “what are we gonna do once my reading is like... really good? we’re not just gonna stop, are we?”

he asks you this after your fourth session. the question came up rather early, honestly. but Narancia was already having a lot of fun after working with you. he knew that this was going to be something worth his time. and when he saw your own smile, he knew that you were worth everything, too. 

pannacotta fugo.

Fugo gets closer to you by requesting your help planning missions.

most of the gang’s missions are planned by Fugo himself. while he is a college dropout, he still spent hundreds of hours studying Italian history and law. he can be trusted to help the escort team avoid law enforcement.

but there was one job he couldn’t wrap his head around. it was a breaking-and-entering mission meant for Bucciarati and Narancia. they were supposed to cross through an Armani outlet, yet... the security was fool proof. there was no way to cleanly get through it, even with Bucciarati’s Sticky Fingers. that was when you came in and proved him wrong. ↳ “[Name], would you mind helping me with this next mission? it’s a reconnaissance job for Abbacchio.”

he started coming to you whenever he felt stuck. you’re one of the few people he trusts with a task as important as this one. besides, you’d already proved that you were more than capable to untangle tough situations.

working with you is a mixed bag, though. sure, you help Fugo resolve his questions, but you make him feel so... small. it’s not that you do it on purpose. it’s just that being smart is all that he has. it’s all he’s ever known. and here you come, making these problems seem like they were nothing.

yet he can’t get enough of you. you don’t make it seem like these things are a big deal. he loves when you place your hand on his arm and praise him when he figures it out himself. god, he hates that he can’t look you in the eye; he can only imagine how lovely you look when you’re glowing.

there’s one moment that will stick with you forever. it was an infiltration mission meant for the whole team, the eleventh job you’d worked on with him. it took hours of back-and-forth bantering, Fugo having to leave the room to go scream outside, and one of Narancia’s awful energy drinks until Fugo figured it out. and when he did, you’ll never forget how he was beaming, his fingers laced with yours as he thanked you for your help. it’s too bad it didn’t last that long, for he quickly became embarrassed and turned away. ↳ “[Name]! I have another mission to work on with you! when are you free?”

Fugo saw you as his planning partner after that occurrence. he came to you with every mission he received; after all, he needs you to make sure that there aren’t any holes. he wants to chase every high he can with you. hell, every low if you’ll let him. he wants to do everything and more with you.

[headoverjojo]

Hiii! Can I ask for BucciG with a S/o that has a lot of more or less useless 'Talents'? Like: Their parents put them in all the extra classess just to have something to say about them to their Friends, like, being able to break glass with your voice, play a few instruments, know 3 or 4 different languages, and honestly feel like they aren't impressive at all, feels awkward because they never got any real praise about it only reprimands to make it better and sort?

Hi there dear! It was such a cute request, thank you! Let’s go :3

Bruno’s gang with a s/o who has a “useless” talent

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

His s/o always was really secretive about their “hidden” talent, which they considered absolutely useless. Yes, they spent years learning it, but… it wasn’t something they wanted, more like something their parents want them to learn. And so they did, even if, often, they felt it was a loss of time. Still… they were also pissed to let it go to waste. And so they still did it, sometimes, to exercise, always when Bruno was on mission or at the HQ, not to let him find it out.

When Bruno, coming home, finds a beautifully arranged flowerpot, his s/o always answer that they bought it at the flower shop. It goes on for a long time, since they are always really careful not to be discovered and Bruno always says them when he’s coming, but, one day, he came home earlier than usual and without warning, since his phone was dead. S/o almost jumped to the ceiling and couldn’t hide it all fast enough not to be caught: Bruno, entering the kitchen, sees various flowers displayed on the kitchen table, leaves, some stones… so they are the one who always arranges those beautiful flowerpots!

At this point they can’t hide it anymore, it’d be ridiculous. Finally, they admit that, when they were a teenager, instead of going out or at parties, they took lessons of ikebana. As they explain what it is, Bruno reveals himself as extremely fascinated about it. It’s something unusual that not many people can do! When they say him that they were ashamed to let him know because they thought it was a useless and ridiculous talent, Bruno just kiss their forehead and show them their beautiful arrangement, saying that they can produce beauty and peace in a pot: this is not useless nor ridiculous, but the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Leone Abbacchio

As Bruno, Abbacchio doesn’t know about his s/o’s “special talent”, as they practice just when he’s not at home. Plus, it doesn’t even leave behind traces, so it’s practically impossible to find out, for Abbacchio, about it. Since Abbacchio, also, never calls to inform he’s heading back, they can’t know about what time he’ll be back, so they do it just after a half an hour he’s gone, to be sure he’ll not be suddenly back and catch them. They know it’s stupid, but… with all the criticism they have received for it, they don’t feel ready to share it with him.

It goes on since, one day, Abbacchio noticed he had forgotten an important paper he had to hand to Bruno, so he came back to pick it. He froze in front of the door, hearing, from inside, the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. In a first moment he thought that his s/o had turned on the radio or the TV, listening to an opera, but, when he silently opened the door and peeked inside, he saw that it was his s/o the one who was singing. He never thought he could be more in love with them, but here he is, his heart beating furiously, his mouth slightly open in pure awe and marvel. It’s the voice of an angel…

They have an heart attack, when Abbacchio nears them, and they immediately stop to sing. When he asks them why they never sang before, they answer honestly, saying that, even if they tried and tried, they never had any satisfaction from singing, just reprimands. Abbacchio is shocked. How can someone really think his s/o sings badly? As proud lover of opera, he tells them that he thinks their voice is wonderful, even more beautiful than Maria Callas’, and asks them if they can sing more often, please? Seeing him like this makes his s/o feeling more confident about their talent and so they do as he asked, singing even -and mostly- when he’s at home. His heart definitely melts when they sing for him some aria from one of Monteverdi’s works!

Guido Mista

Truth is, Mista’s s/o hasn’t hide their talents purposely, but simply because they never have the occasion to show it. It’s not singing, it’s not something practical… it requires a very specific situation. Plus, they never told him about it: it’s not something they show off just to be praised; on the contrary, they’re very insecure about their talent, since, from the moment they started to learn it, they were constantly being reprimanded, in a belief that, in this way, they would have done eve better, but never considering how much this would have affected their self esteem.

The occasion for them to shine comes when Don Giovanna has to meet some representatives of other European mafias and he needs a translator. That’s when Mista’s s/o pops up, saying that, since he needs a translator before than now, they can do it. A bit surprised, Giorno accepts and Mista, as his personal guard, can enjoy in total awe as his s/o goes from speaking French to German to Russian without batting an eyelash and giving precise translations to the Don. Once the meeting is ended -and it was a really positive ending, thanks to them-, Mista finally approaches them, in total admiration.

When they say that what they have done isn’t so remarkable, he’s totally baffled. What?! Do they know what they’re talking about? What they did was amazing! Incredible! He’s still marvelled thinking about how easily and fluidly they switched from language to language! The Pistols join Mista in praising them and their talent, leaving them almost in shock. He… he’s proud of them? He’s not disappointed since they could have done better? They’re so overwhelmed that they almost cry, worrying to no end Mista. Oh no, did he say something wrong?! He calms down just when they smile, even if they’re still crying a bit, and kiss him, thanking him for his so kind and sweet words.

Narancia Ghirga

The thing that brought together Narancia and his beloved s/o was dance. They both love dance and they knew each other thanks to it. Dance had always been an important part of their relationship, as way to stay together, sometimes even to vent some steam after a tiring -or bad- day. What Narancia didn’t know, however, was that his s/o was more than good at dancing… in fact, when they were barely a teenager, their parents made them take circus classes, in particular contortionism classes. It’s something they liked, in the beginning, at least until it became just a source of stress thanks to their parents.

They never showed it off, however, right because of the stressful and bitter memories it brought out. Or, at least, until a fateful mission. They and Narancia had been sent together and, at a certain point, they found themselves trapped in a too little space. It was the worst moment to find out that Narancia was claustrophobic: after managing to calm him down at least the minimum not to make him choke, they used their abilities to sneak in a small pipe and, after exiting it, they broke an opening for Narancia too, grabbing him and hugging him close, close, as he heavily wheezed, panicked.

Once back home -and after a good hot cocoa and a lot of cuddles-, Narancia finally remembered how they managed to exit that horrible situation, thanks to his s/o. He immediately asks them how they did it and, when they admit they are a contortionist, he’s baffled. It’s so amazing!! It’s almost envy of their ability!! But he’s even more taken aback when they tell him how their parents were never satisfied with their progress, how they never praised them, even if they tried and tried with all their might… Narancia just hugs them, tightly, affectionate, saying that screw their parents, they are amazing, their talent is amazing and they saved his life!! And they did it just thanks to the ability their parents so much underestimated, so they were wrong!!

Pannacotta Fugo

It wasn’t actually so difficult for his s/o to hide their “secret talent”, since, for the first part of their relationship, they lived in different houses. When Fugo dropped at their place, they were fast to hide the things that could have unmasked them. It wasn’t like they were really ashamed of it… just that they didn’t think they were good enough. They knew that Fugo was a genius and, well… they feared his judgement. Their parents never had a good word, when they practiced, so it was rooted in them the belief that they weren’t enough, not even for their Fugo and the standar they imagined he had.

It was when they move together that Fugo found out about their secret talents and hobby, while carrying in their new shared house their harp, followed by their cello. So they played instruments… but why did they never tell him about it? Were they… ashamed of it? When he asks them so and they admit that they feared his judgment, he feels like a heavy weight just fell in his stomach. How so…? When he asks them more, they finally admit all what their parents told them, that they weren’t enough, that they never tried enough, never enough, never… and so they were scared not to be enough even for Fugo.

At this point he just hugs them, tightly, feeling his heart clenching. He knows how it is to feel judged, to never feel enough… his parents too were like this. Once told them so, he asks them, please, to play a bit their instruments. When they do, he’s in total awe. He kiss their forehead and lips, repeating how talented they are, how well they have played, and his s/o can see just utter sincerity in his eyes. Knowing that he really thinks so helps them a lot to ease about their passion and to start to really enjoy it, often playing along with him, he the violin and they the harp or the cello, in armonious duets that keep them even closer than before.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno’s s/o’s talent was really wasn’t so well hidden. Even if they tried to mask it, it wasn’t something that could be hidden like an instrument or an object, or that could be avoided as speaking another language or singing: it was something that couldn’t be avoided. Even if they tried to have a normal handwriting, sometimes, especially when they can’t concentrate enough to make it look normal or even messy, their true handwriting slips, revealing itself as wonderfully retrò, with well-made curls and frivolities, a perfect old style cursive that would make cry of joy every orthography teacher.

Giorno doesn’t say anything for a bit, patiently waiting for them to say something first, but, since it doesn’t happen and doesn’t seem about to happen anytime soon, he decides to take the lead and to face them about it. Not that he’s displeased about their handwriting, absolutely! He adores it, the tidy elegance of it, the exquisite retrò style, the perfect execution… he’s just curious to know why they never even hinted at it. This is true talent! And he knows that, to reach these levels, they have had to work long and hard. So why never say it?

Finally, he faces them asking it directly. And when they say that you learnt just to please their parents but that they never praised them for their efforts or their progress, seeing just what wasn’t good, Giorno has a clear flashback of his own parents and how horrible and inadequate they always made him feel. He’ll never let his s/o feel like this anymore. He encourages them to write as they feel comfortable to do, without hiding anymore, sincerely appreciating their handwriting and, slowly, making them feel more and more confident. Finally, praises take the place of reprimands, slowly washing away years of self-pity and insecurities.

[duhragonball]

I pretty much know the answer to this but are you gonna read the Rohan one shots

Does he die in any of them? 

If he has a canon death scene, I’m in.  I don’t mean someone hits him really hard, or he almost dies, or he seems to die but somehow turns up alive in the end.  I mean Rohan dies, full stop.  Preferably followed by an apology from the author for not depicting that even sooner.

No joke, I was just on the JoJo wiki, and found out there was a novel about characters trying to restore the original universe after the effects of Made in Heaven, and I thought this might be interesting to read, only I saw Rohan’s one of the main characters and I went, yeah, never mind. 

I know I get kind of heated when discussing this creep, but I feel that I should stress that my tolerance for this sort of thing is pretty high.  I despise Harry Potter, and read all of his awful books so I could have fun complaining about them.  About 95% of the characters in Harry Potter are what I would consider “Rohan Kishibe grade” characters, in that they’re insufferable irritants who only seem to exist to waste time and wallow in their most annoying traits. 

The funny thing is that you can sort of get away with a book filled with unlikable characters, as long as you make them all differently annoying and constantly switch them out to keep it fresh.  Dobby will just never come to the point, and start hitting himself in between stammering line after line of vague non-exposition, and then you switch over to Hagrid’s clueless, sobbing eye-dialect, and then bam!-- here’s Draco Malfoy to act like a Richie Rich villain.  And so on.  It’s very hard for me to root for anyone because I just sort of want them all to die, but at least I could follow the story reasonably well.  

The problem with Rohan is that he’s basically one of those Harry Potter characters transplanted into something that’s actually incredibly great.  Diamond is Unbreakable is like watching the lightsaber duel from Return of the Jedi, only to have Draco Malfoy wander into the Emperor’s throneroom and brag about how his father is going to foreclose on Ron Weasley’s house. 

And then he leaves and you’re like “What the hell was that?  Well, at least we can get back to the cool thing.”  And then he comes back, and does some other stupid thing, and leaves.  And then he comes back again and Luke Skywalker drops everything and challenges him to a fucking game of dice. 

The thing is, I never really hated Jar Jar Binks, but now I finally get it.  There were people who just could not get through Phantom Menace because he was like this intrusion on an otherwise enjoyable film.  There’s people like me that love Phantom Menace no matter what, and there’s people who think the whole thing is objectively awful, so Jar Jar isn’t really a vital factor either way.  But I think the real source of Jar Jar hate is from fans who might have dug Phantom Menace if only he weren’t in it, chewing scenery and constantly threatening to take over the story. 

It’s that inconsistency that’s almost worse than just being 100% terrible, and that’s why I want nothing to do with Rohan Kishibe.  Teaming him up with Giorno Giovanna is like mixing equal parts ice cream and horse manure.  It doesn’t average out into something sort of okay.  You just end up with horse manure and the added disappointment of using it to ruin perfectly good ice cream.