#Yes Fugo and Giorno make face masks together

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He finally found a real family

Old lady: Oh, Bruno, darling, what good fellows you and your kids are! It's been so quiet on the streets lately! Apparently, God favors us

Narancia: WHAHAHAHA, you blew like a sucker, Giorno!

Giorno: DAMN IT! If I had been there, they wouldn't have had a chance!

Giorno: Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Holy shit, Mista! Why did you bother them at all?!

Mista: Sorry man💦

Someone: WHERE DID THESE ASSHOLES GO?!

Moviе: Gus: What's great about dating homeless girls? Murphy: What? Gus: You can drop them off anywhere.

Abbachio: Ugly.

Giorno: I don't like it either.

Giorno: What if our world is a simulation, like in the Matrix? Well, I mean, you also sometimes sit down, and just turns off for 40 minutes? What does it look like?

Fugo: Well, yes, it happens...

Giorno: And?

Fugo: It looks like.... Reboot the system.....

Fugo: ....fuuuuuuuuck

Fugo: man

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In the end, Giorno is really just an ordinary teenager, and he deserves a family that will love him despite his harmfulness

After the appearance of another child in the gang, Bruno decided to buy a new PS2, but eventually it was occupied by Narancia and Giorno

Giorno and Mista usually hang around the city and look for new places or entertainment. But, since Mista is a master of creating problems for himself from scratch, most often they find only trouble on their heads

Leone and Giorno like to watch movies together (mainly because apart from Bruno, no one else can make Leone a decent company). They watched "3000 Miles to Graceland" at the cinema, and they didn't like it XD

Giorno and Fugo's conversations are similar to all those conspiracy theories in which the events of the film are actually the dying delirium of the protagonist. Recently, they watched the Matrix with the whole gang, so the conversations of these two acquired a very specific topic

Bruno usually takes Giorno with him to patrol the streets and communicate with the townspeople. And, of course, Giorno does not steal from old ladies, he just likes to tease Bruno

[bellarosethefangirl]

Hugs, love letter and date night for Fugo and Abella, please? 😊💗

Valentines Selfship Ask Game 💝

I wasn't expecting another one of these ❤🌹! And for Fugo and my OC too 😩❤️ Thanks so much gurl 🥰 it's much appreciated. Here’s a link to the valentines ask game if anyone else is interested in it for themselves or would like to send some in my inbox 💌

I answered love letter in this other ask here 💗

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

A Halloween Masquerade Ball would be fun! 🎭✨ Maybe Giorno or Bruno invited them. The two could be at like a nearby garden or somewhere private, chatting the night away together and he’d help Abella make a bouquet in the garden. Halloween being a favorite holiday Abella would create a cute matching couples costume. She’d want to dress them up like Emily and Victor from Corpse Bride. A second choice would be a dia de los muertos theme and she’d make herself a turquoise gown and Fugo a purple suit. She’d do both of their makeup or hire a makeup artist. She’d make their masks too! Abella would drag him around everywhere and attack the dessert table. Fugo would be impressed someone so small could eat more than 8 servings of food while he eats his strawberry dessert. Abella being romantic would reminisce about the poems she has written him or about her fondest memories from their previous dates. The two would be beside each other holdings hands as they did so. Eventually she’ll get him to lay his head on her lap as they talk if they’re in the garden.

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

I would say yes but not too much since Fugo needs time getting used to it. Abella is way more affectionate than Fugo but she respects his boundaries. She’d do subtle things to Fugo like caress his face, lean her head against his shoulder or back, maybe grab his hand. Fugo adores her affection but he isn’t as affectionate so it’s a good dynamic since she always initiates. She’s also very small compared to him not to mention flirty so it relaxes him and flusters him so he’ll return it.

Since Fugo is in the mafia he tries to be very careful with PDA but he also doesn’t like PDA. Much to Abellas dismay but she’s always dragging him somewhere private to steal a kiss from him. If she’s allowed to she’ll sneak touches on his legs and arms through the holes in his suit when she knows he’ll be the only one to notice.

[ultralovedeluxe]

Would you be down for writing some Narancia and Trish fluffy, shippy cuteness? I need more of it in my life.

Yes of course! For some reason I always felt like their relationship is underrated in the fandom, they def need more recognition! Usually I don’t write for ships, but I’ll make this one an exception! Btw I wrote this on my phone so formatting is weird. Also ending is rushed cause I can't write on my phone jsjsj.

Trish and Narancia ship headcanons! + small scenarios

Warnings: au where everyone lives, fluff

Well for one these two are adorable in their own right, but who would’ve thought they had been a perfect match? After all they’re like polar opposites!

Regardless, maybe it’s because of those differences that help them bring out the best in each other.

Their first meeting isn’t exactly..sweet. I mean Narancia attacked her and she only defended herself in response.

So yeah..not a good first impression.

But I like to think that Bruno probably made Narancia apologize somewhere down the line.

From then on they are almost never seen without being together!

It mostly starts out with Narancia asking feminine hygiene questions (let’s face it, boys will be boys), or just bombarding Trish with random questions.

Trish isn’t quite the fan of these questions, and grows a bit annoyed with them.

At first at least-

Soon she begins responding to Narancia’s questions, and it really brings them closer.

Sometimes the questions are bit silly, but soon Trish gets used to it, and actually finds some humor in Narancia’s antics.

“So basically what you’re saying is, I need to start using face masks?” Narancia asks holding one of Trish’s magazines up in the air, as if it was some ancient artifact he’d never seen before.

Trish rolls her eyes before smiling, “Well of course if you don’t want to look old and ugly by the time you’re thirty. You’d definitely need it since guys age so weird..”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

They bring out the best out of each other for sure.

Due to their drastic differences personality wise, they both get to learn about things they didn’t know before.

Narancia is a walking talking ball of energy. While Trish is more reserved and quiet.

But with time, their conversations start to get personal.

Narancia talks about his time in his past. How his mother passed away at a young age, how his father neglected him, to being betrayed by people whom he considered friends.

From there, Trish begins to trust Narancia a little more and confides in him.

She talks about her mother and how she passed away as well, and her non existent relationship with her father.

Narancia is always willing to listen, and notices they share more similarities than he first thought.

This makes Trish connect with Narancia a little more.

Trish teaches Narancia her own personal sense of style and taste in music, and while Narancia isn’t a big fan of; he’s ready to listen to her and ask her questions.

With Narancia’s bright attitude, it helps Trish open up more to him and the rest of the gang, who she starts to view as family.

During the constant fighting against Diavolo and his protection team, their conversations also get serious.

Both Trish and Narancia share their dreams of what to do when the battle is over.

“Hey Trish-“

Trish looks up to the raven haired male and hums in response. Narancia scoots closer to her and sighs, “When we finally defeat the boss..what are you going to do?” He asks fiddling with his fingers.

Trish shakes her head, “I don’t know if we’ll make it..but if we do I want to..no never mind it’s too silly” she says shaking her head once more before sighing. Out of curiosity, Narancia holds her arm, “No now that you meantion it it can’t be silly! I mean you’re one of the coolest girls I know..”

“What was that?” Trish asks teasingly. Narancia blushes and blurts out, “Nothing! You still have to tell me though!” He says punching her arm lightly. She sighs and gives him a small smile, “Well I want to pursue a career in music. I want to become a singer. What about you?” She asks.

Narancia just stares at her in awe before snapping back to reality, “Huh? That’s not silly at all! That’s great! And me? Well I was thinking of reconnecting with Fugo again..and I want to go back to school!” He tells her enthusiastically. He leans back and looks at her, “Wow..a singer huh. I would go to all your concerts!” He exclaims.

Trish laughs at the statement before smiling back at him, “Stop..you’re too much sometimes..”

After the events of Vento Aureo, the whole gang is in a bad state of mind, but relieved that the mission is over.

I feel like Trish would be the first one to notice her own crush on Narancia, but she'd be very shy about it.

Even though she learned to open up (thanks to Mista and Narancia), she doesn't know how to deal with a crush.

But just because she's silent about her feelings, doesn't mean she doesn't show small actions to show her affections.

Small things like styling Narancia's hair, or holding him close while they watch reruns of Gianni Versace 1995 spring collection runway show.

Narancia however, takes a little more time realizing his emotions.

He'll probably need a little help from his friends (mans never interacted with a girl other than his mom)

Bruno, Giorno, and Mista are the biggest help (Abbacchio just scoffs at the idea, and isn't much help at all).

Overall these two are just the perfect match, and have a long way to go since they are still so young.

Naratrish is very very cute <3

[c-c-cherry]

Our local mafia dads meeting their childrens’ parents!!

Okay, I’ve gotten A LOT of asks about Bruno + Abba meeting Dio and I’ve also gotten an ask or two about them meeting the gang’s parents so they all kind of correlate together so I decided to make one post about it!

For the sake of Polnareff’s sanity, I have to keep all the crusaders alive or else things will end up messy hehehe

*someone asked for Diego but like,,,I haven’t read that much of SBR yet so I don’t think I can do it solely because of lack of character knowledge. I'm sorry anon :(*

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I got a shit ton of asks specificically for a post like this so I hope y’all enjoy <3:

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Giorno

Our boy Giogio has a very complicated family tree, but let's just start with the elephant in the room. Or should I say, the literal fucking vampire.

-Dio would be...interesting, for sure. But he wouldn’t exactly look out of place in their household, considering they’re all wearing ridiculous outfits. 

-Depending on how Dio actually acts, Bucciarati would probably invite him in for tea and Abba would sit there silently admiring his green lipstick which he’s 99% sure he saw at Sephora earlier

-You know how fucking extra the man is. The moment he sees Giorno this man literally bursts into dramatic tears with mascara rolling down his face and everything and Giorno is just like “????”

-They would have never guessed that Gio and Dio were related by personality alone. They contradict each other so much its almost funny

-They DO know where our boy got his sense of style from, though,,,and that fucking hair,, :’)

-Even if Dio is absolutely fucking pretty feral, I could see all of them having a pretty civil conversation about everything

-If Giorno wanted to go live with him, he was free to, (but he doesn’t have to)

-Dio learns about Giorno’s previous home life and it takes like 6 people to hold him down for him to not go and march down to his old house to commit vampire crimes

-Dio is scared of shit like tvs and the microwaves and they pay no mind to how weird he is and don’t pick up on the fact that he’s a vampire at all

-Until Polnareff emerges from the turtle, takes one look and him and GOES FUCKING OFF-

-Dio Brando is no longer welcome in the Bucci household

-Though he can see Giorno on weekends if he’s good :3

-Abbacchio can and will sneak out to go shopping with him because Dio always manages to have way too much fucking money and no one knows where it comes from

-Once Bruno finds out, (which he does from the empty Versace and Louis Vuitton bags stashed under his bed) the fun is over >:(

Giorno’s mama and step-dad...yeesh...

-you’ve seen how I made them react to those two if you read The Storm a few months back, and I still stand to the fact that if Giorno didn’t talk about his parents, they would just assume that he just had a weird relationship with them and didn’t want to talk about it

-Once they find everything out, though…*cracks knuckles*

-Bucciarati is the type of person to pick his battles. Would he have tea with Giorno’s mother just to learn her weaknesses and then slowly deteriorate her? Would he civilly promise Giorno’s step-father money only for an assassination team to show up at his door once he gives Bruno his address?

-Yes.

-Abba will go straight for the kill once he’s pissed. Don’t tell me otherwise. Man is ready to throw hands at all times and he’s not afraid to beat the shit out of some shitty middle-aged people

Narancia

Narancia’s mom, like any other sweet mama, would probably sit down to lunch with Bruno and thank him for looking after her son :)

-It would be sweet, very nice and wholesome

-Like literally if the two of them ever met they would probably just sit down together and talk about Narancia and that’s literally it

-Abba claims that he “doesn't pick favourites” (because all the fucking gremlins drive him crazy) but he secretly does favour Nara over any of the other kids

-Knowing everything Nara’s gone through, he would only treat Mela with respect if he ever had the chance to meet her

His dad on the other hand...

-Bruno wants absolutely nothing to do with the man

-He knows that it isn’t entirely his fault for everything that happened with Narancia throughout his childhood, but he wasn’t there when he should have been

-People that simply don’t care to the point of neglect absolutely infuriate Abbacchio because he was like that once too and he’s seen the damage that it does firsthand

-Abba knows if he ever ran into the guy, there’d be hell to pay

-But that’s how he feels about most of his “kids’” parents (considering most of them are absolute assholes)

Trish

-I feel like how they would react to her father is pretty self-explanatory,,,

-but Oh MY GOD Donatella Una and Bucciarati going on shopping sprees together? Being fucking bougie as shit together??? Can I say gucci and mineral water dream team????

-I can bring her back to life if I want to >:(

-She’s the kind of person who’s really great to go out with—like to bars, clubs, restaurants, etc,,,and is willing to do absolutely anything as long as she gets the social rush

-Trish is pretty quiet but her mama’s atmosphere is fucking CONTAGIOUS

-Abba and Dona would do each other’s makeup and she’s the kind of lady that shows up at his door with a pile of DVDs and those fucking cucumber face masks

-Also she collects those expensive-ass collector’s edition barbie dolls and Bruno and Abba always give her the latest holiday barbie for Christmas :)))))

Mista

-Honestly, I kinda see Mista’s parents as pretty ordinary people with nothing really defining their personalities

-They both work a lot and were never really around that much, but once Mista went to jail they pretty much just never reconnected with him and don’t really plan to

-Bruno isn’t particularly angry at Mista’s parents; the kid fucked up pretty bad and even Mista knows that he can’t really blame his family for not wanting to reconnect with a murderer

-It would be pretty mutual if he ever met them; probably a dull greeting over lunch and then they would get back to work

-Abbacchio wouldn’t even bother. He has no tolerance for people that don’t want to interact with them (although if Mista really wanted him to meet them he would suck it up and be decent)

-They seem like the kind of stiff people who would freak out if they were talking to a gang member or someone who lives rougher so their interaction wouldn’t exactly be a long one lol

Fugo

-Fugo doesn’t hate his parents

-In his heart, he still really just wants approval from them even after all they did

-I’m not sure how Bruno and Leone would possibly meet them, but if they did, Bucciarati would probably be pretty civil about it

-They wouldn’t want to talk about their son at all, which would make Bruno pretty irritated and Abbacchio infuriated

-When they do talk about him, they just talk about his anger issues and the fact that he failed their family in both the education department and the social aspect and it takes everything in both of them not to flip the fucking table over

-Because obviously his “parents” never spent any time with him or else they would know how intelligent he is and how much he loves playing piano and helping Bucciarati bake bread and how much he cares about everyone around him

-Surprisingly though, Bruno is the one who holds a grudge about it. If they hadn’t put him in college as young as they did, maybe things would have been different and he wouldn’t be working for the Italian mafia >:( (but he still feels more than blessed to have Fugo in his life) :)

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I have so many posts now that I feel like my headcanons might get lost within my sea of all my other stuff as the time passes,,,I’m thinking of just making a fic/headcanon masterlist and keeping it constantly pinned! (I would link it in my bio but that shit isn’t working no matter how many times I try sjhdkjgfd I hate Tumblr)

If you’ve got an ask, request, or headcanon, hit me up! (I do just enjoy y’alls immaculate vibes, too) <3

[dongiovannaswife]

Vona | The Giovanna’s

Vona: icelandic; hope.ˈvɔːna.

CW: emotional breakdown (but comfort!!), food mentions, mafia dynamics, anxiety and stress.

Word count: 5K  | Part 1. 

Tagging (I hope y'all don’t mind aaaa it’s just that I tagged you in the first part and I saw the reactions and ;w; I’m sorry if this bothers you, please let me know so I can edit this ♥♥♥): @softlimefluff @shiningdoradiamond @sunshine-shitposts @nevershoutnani  @marvel-and-dc-geek​

Applying her lipstick last, Helena’s eyes focus on getting the shape of her lips just right; the soft rosewood tone of her lipstick makes the look feel and seem natural and elegant, like the rest of her attire. 

Putting back the lipstick, she twists her head to put on the earrings and, with her hair out of the way like that, she reaches for the box containing the signet necklace; at the end of it, hanging and glistening in the lights, the Giovanna family crest makes her smile as she puts it in, shaking her head slightly so her hair goes back to its place; cascading down her shoulders and back, and resting gently in her waist.

Scanning her face on the mirror, she gives herself a hum, approving the makeup choice. Then, she walks up to the full body mirror, standing before it with a quirked eyebrow. 

The long black dress hugs her hourglass figure perfectly, exposing her shoulders with the off shoulders design and letting her leg show up through the split front. 

She spins around, looking back into the mirror. There’s a small smile plastered over her lips as she does —everything seems just right. The dress, heels, makeup, hair… Everything is perfect for the occasion. 

“Lena.” her husband calls, awestruck, and she turns to him with a gasp —she didn’t expect him. 

Giorno’s eyes hold a darker tone as a gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lips; leaning on the door, he’s lost admiring her, so enthralled he doesn’t register the image of her walking up to him. And if he does, he’s too distracted to think.

“Well, look at you.” he mumbles finally, when she’s right before him: looking up with kind, mischievous eyes.

“Do you like it?” she asks, tilting her head to the side as she allows herself a moment of doubt. 

Giorno’s confidence comes back in a second: reaching out, his hands engulfing her waist as he pulls her closer, smirking when her perfume invades his senses. “I love it… Everything you wear, or don’t,” he laughs at his own double entendre, “—makes you look beautiful.” 

 Helena smiles, standing on her tiptoes as her hands rest gently on the back of his neck, effectively bringing him down for a short, sweet kiss. Luckily, her lipstick doesn’t leave a mark, as she made sure to pick a waterproof one. 

“You look handsome, too, as always.” she mumbles as she pulls back, looking down at her husband. He’s wearing a black suit with a grey vest, a burgundy shirt underneath to let the colors stand out; pants that match the suit jacket and black dressing shoes. His cologne, strong and enchanting, has her leaning over him, dreamily. 

Giorno’s hands rest atop of her hips, warm and large, comforting as he whispers. “Are you sure about this?”��

She nods, pulling back with a small frown. “Yeah. You?” 

He nods, pressing his lips together. When she keeps staring, he sighs, whispering. “I’m just… Nervous.” 

She nods, reaching out to take his hands —the way she takes both of them and entwines her fingers with his makes Giorno sigh out of relief. 

“It’s okay to feel like that, it’s a big day. But please, let me know if you don’t want to do this, and I’ll cover for you.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m okay. Nothing I can’t handle.” 

She hums, taking his hand and leading him out and down the stairs. 

“Don, Donna.” Vittorio bows as they reach the living room, standing from the couch. He stands besides Pietro, forming a half circle around the couple: everyone dressed for the occasion, with earpieces to communicate with Fugo, who would stay outside tracking down everything that could mean harm.

“Where’s Vivienne?” Lena asks, looking around the room for her and Ángel, the persons assigned to taking care of the twins. 

“Ah,” Westwood speaks before someone else, “they’re playing with the boys, I believe.” 

Lena nods, letting go of Giorno’s hand as she walks up to the living room. Following close, Giorno’s hand reaches hers in a second, gripping at it like he’s asking for her touch to keep himself grounded to reality. Looking back at him, she stops to grab at his hand, seeming to understand his message as both walk up to Vivienne and Ángel. 

“Vivienne, Ángel.” The Donna calls and both look up in time, as the twins drift off in their arms after being fed. 

“Yes?” Vivienne replies, setting down Jovi. The boy frowns as he settles down, rolling on his side and stretching an arm out until he’s comfortable. 

“You should have enough food and milk for them but if you run out of milk, there’s a few bottles in the fridge.” 

Vivienne nods, “It’s okay, Lena. We’ll be okay —let us know if you need us, okay?” 

Lena nods, giving her a reassuring smile. 

Giorno’s silence doesn’t go unnoticed by them, but none of them say anything as the couple walks up to the door, followed by the rest of the special unity. 

Ángel’s gasp makes the couple stop immediately, almost at the same time as they look back at the man, crouching on the floor with his back against them.

“Someone wants to say goodbye, too.” Ángel’s smile reaches his eyes as he stands up, holding something in his hands. When he turns around, Ares screams at them, effectively breaking the ice. 

“Yeah, Ares, sorry.” Giorno finally speaks, a small smile tugging at his lips as he steps forward without letting go of his wife’s hand. He reaches his free hand out, scratching the kitten’s head as the little one leans on his touch, closing his eyes in delight. 

“Ares,” calls Lena as she steps in, now by Giorno’s side. “We’ll be back soon, okay? Take care of your brothers, yes?” she grins when the kitten meows at her, finally calm after being scratched and spoken to. Through the three days he had been there the little thing had shown his outgoing and friendly personality, showing a special bond with Giorno (for some reason, he would follow the Don around the house almost everywhere).

“We should go now, Gio, Lena.” Fugo steps in, seizing his laptop under his arm and pressing the button of his earpiece. By his side, Mista toys with the keys of one of the multiple cars they’ll use. 

Giorno nods, taking the lead with Lena by his side. 

 Outside the mansion various cars wait for the team —the lead, a Lincoln Aviator, is taken by Westwood and Pietro. The next, a Lincoln Continental, is reserved for the couple with Vittorio as the driver. The next two cars, both Lincoln Aviators, are taken by the rest of the unity. As soon as the team makes sure the connection between the earpieces works, the convoy leaves the Giovanna residence.

Naples’ streets are filled with tourists and families, couples and kids walking around as the night starts to fall upon the city. Even then, with the vivid environment, inside the car nothing mirrors the outside world.

Giorno’s hold around his wife's hand is strong and kind, like always, but his sight is lost somewhere along the streets. Nowhere in particular. Lost somewhere, but at the same time, nowhere. 

Helena’s lips are pursed in a line as she eyes him, feeling his mood shift every now and then. The way he furrows his brow and then relaxes a silent signal that he’s going through anxiety and stress. Torn between the future ahead and the past. Back to the time he felt lost and lonely: and now, no longer alone, no longer facing the same difficulties, but dealing with his adult life and responsibilities. 

“Giorno.” she finally mutters his name, squeezing his hand gently. He looks back immediately, eyes darker and emotionless. 

“Yes?” he says, cold. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

He opens his mouth, then closes it. Gulping down, his Adam's apple moves as he does and his eyebrows furrow for a moment. He looks ahead of them, staring into the dark division that separates them from Westwood.

He looks back at his wife after a while, eyes soft and sad. Holding something in. “Yes, but later.” 

She nods, locking eyes with him as she brings his hand to her mouth, kissing his knuckles. 

Giorno’s eyes fail to mask the red on his scleras as he blinks a few times, trying to blink back the tears threatening to fall as he sighs, exhaling loudly as he brings her closer to his chest. Kissing her hair and closing his eyes once her arms find his waist, tension seems to leave his body for a moment. “Thank you, angel.” 

She hums, mumbling onto his neck. “It’s okay,” she pulls away slightly, just enough as he lets her go —enough to let her speak into his lips, inches above as the words leave her mouth and fulfill his scared soul. “We’ll do this together, okay? always together.” 

Giorno hums, tilting his head to the side and closing the space between them slowly, enough to brush his lips against hers at first —to take her in. Her warmth and presence. Her perfume and the gentle prelude of her hands resting atop of his chest, where his heart comes back to life with thundering rhythm.

“Always.” he finally mumbles just before he closes the gap, pressing a strangely shy kiss to her lips. Followed by one of her own, he’s slow at first, letting her bring him back slowly. 

As they break apart, Giorno’s expression shows peace for once in that evening. As he opens his eyes, the weight on his shoulders and chest dissipates when he opens his eyes once again, finding her look already on him. There’s a faint shade of pink painting her cheeks. 

It makes him sigh, dreamy and calm. The sight makes him come back finally. “You okay, doll?” 

She smiles, nodding. “Yep, don’t worry.” 

The car stops and both look forward, noticing the entry to the restaurant —reserved exclusively for them. 

“We’re here.” she announces, and Giorno tenses for a moment before her hand finds his: her voice kind and filled with love. “I’m here, we’ll get through this.” 

He nods, resolve washing over him. Her passion and determination would always inflict inspiration upon him, bringing his resolve to another level. 

Giorno’s nod is firm as the door opens and he steps out, holding a hand out for her. She takes it, climbing off as Westwood closes the door, locking the doors as Mista calls for the staff. 

The Rosso restaurant’s staff opens the doors shortly after, letting the couple in, followed by the special unity. Guided to the center of the restaurant, Giorno takes a glance around just in time to see his men settle down around them —while they’re up to dinner, their presence there was far from it only.

Pulling back the chair and holding a hand out, Giorno bows his head as he helps his wife sit and settle down. Once she’s comfortable he makes his way to the chair by her left, sitting down. 

“Don.” Vittorio walks up to them, hands behind his back. The use of his title and not his name alerts Giorno of the inevitable. “He’s here.” 

Giorno nods in a silent instruction. Vittorio turns around, lifting a hand to let Westwood know about Giorno’s permission. 

Over at Westwood and Matteo, the man’s expression is relaxed as he stands besides the mafioso, familiar with him already. He does not fail to recognize the men around, and their formation, as a strategy in case things get out of control. It’s obvious they don’t see him as a threat, but because of anyone else that could try to attack the bosses of Passione. It’s about security. 

Giorno stands as Westwood gets closer, leading Matteo to their table. 

“Matteo, welcome.” The Don greets his hero with a nod as his wife stands by his side, a warm smile in her lips as she waits for Giorno to introduce them. 

“Good afternoon, Giogio.” Matteo greets back, imitating his gesture. His smile reaches his eyes as Giorno waps an arm around Lena’s shoulders, “This is my wife, Helena.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Morte.” Lena steps in, offering a hand for a handshake. Matteo grins wider, accepting her hand with a firm handshake. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Giovanna. I’ve heard a lot about you.” he winks at Giorno playfully, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Oh?” Lena grins, sympathetic. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too.” 

Matteo nods as they sit down. “I’m honored, then.” he gives the couple a wide grin as the waiter comes forward, silently presenting the cards and leaving afterwards.

“Mr. Morte, before we start I want to thank you.” 

Matteo hums, putting down his menu to give the Donna all his attention. 

“Thank you for protecting Giogio.” she holds Giorno’s hand under the table, feeling him squeeze her hand in the act. Matteo’s expression is one of surprise as he goes speechless, listening to her. “If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn't be the man he is; and I wouldn’t have met him.” She squeezes Giorno’s hand back, letting go of it as she stands from the table, circling it and standing before the man. 

Matteo mirrors her actions, standing before her with curious eyes: thrilled. “Donna,” he addresses her by her title, somehow taken aback by her actions. “—I’m positive you know what happened back then.” 

“I do.” she nods, smiling confidently. “Even if it’s a debt, you did change his vision over life. You changed the lonely boy who thought he’d be alone forever. You were, and still are, his role model.” she opens her arms, at first inviting. “Thank you for teaching him what others didn’t care about. Thank you for teaching him how to trust.” 

Matteo nods, stepping in and giving her a small, short but heartfelt hug. 

Giorno’s expression is one of relief as he watches them embrace in that friendly way, grinning when both sit back down. 

“So, tell me.” Matteo asks, looking back at Giorno like nothing happened but at the same time, aware of the new bond between them. It felt like the bond between a father and his daughter-in-law. Even if blood didn’t connect him and Giorno. “What do you two do for a living?” 

“I’m a lawyer, I have my own law firm, which is in fact my cover.” Giorno says, looking back at his wife as does Matteo.

“I’m a paramedic,” she says, “Right now I’m working for the Speedwagon foundation; I’m the head of the medical branch —at least here in Italy.”

Matteo nods, “I see you work hard, then.” 

“Oh, we do.” Giorno nods, “Sometimes one of us has to coax the other into getting some rest.” 

Matteo chuckles, nodding multiple times. “Workaholics, I see. Well, you better take care of each other!”

Giorno hums, leaning over the table slightly. “I never asked —Are you married?” 

Matteo shakes his head, smiling. “I’m not interested in relationships, I mean, not romantic or sexual ones.” 

The couple nods, comprehensive. 

The waiter arrives, pen and notebook in hand. 

“Should we let them surprise us?” Giorno looks between his wife and Matteo, smiling gently. 

Matteo nods, grimacing. His grimace tears a chuckle form the Donna —and Giorno grins, seeing them get along just right. 

“Tell the chef we’re letting them choose our menu.” The waiter nods, leaving in silence once again.

“Mr. Morte, may I ask for Angelo? I thought he’d be here?” Lena asks after a moment of silence and Matteo looks back at the door. 

“He’s in the car, he didn’t know if you would be okay with him here.” 

Lena looks over at Giorno. They share a look before Giorno nods and Lena looks back at Matteo, smiling. “Please tell him we’d like to have him here. He’s part of this.” 

Matteo chuckles, standing up: he points at the couple with a mischievous smile. “You two are a sight to behold. I’ll go and get him, excuse me.” 

As he leaves with Westwood trailing behind, the couple shares a look.

“Baby,” she whispers, leaning over. “How are you feeling?” 

Giorno smiles softly, putting an arm around her shoulders and leaning in. “I’m good. You?” 

She tilts her head, kissing his cheek and using the closeness to whisper her reply into his ear. “I’m okay. I think we should let him meet the boys: he’s gonna love them.” 

Giorno’s joy is clear in the way he grins and his arm tightens its hold around her. “Alright, then. After dinner?” 

Lena nods and Westwood clears his throat as he gets closer with both men behind him.

The couple pulls away —standing at the same time, Giorno offers his hand out to Angelo first. “Angelo, nice to see you again. I’d like you to meet my wife, Helena.”

Angelo smiles politely, taking Giorno’s hand. “Thank you for inviting me, I misinterpreted your invitation,” he offers his hand to Lena, smiling wider. “Hello, Donna, nice to meet you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine.” she shakes his hand with a smile, “Thank you for joining us.” 

Angelo sits down by Matteo’s side. “Sorry I interrupted your dinner.”

“Oh, please,” Lena speaks up. “You’re part of this, okay? There’s nothing to be sorry about; we were just getting started.” 

Matteo and Angelo share a look, bursting in laughter. The kind of laughter filled with joy. 

“I’m sorry,” starts Matteo, “It’s just that we never thought you two would have such a great chemistry —” he looks at Giorno then, “I’m glad you found her.” 

Lena grins, looking around with a small shade of pink decorating her cheeks. “Oh please, you’re making me blush.” 

“He’s got a point.” Angelo points out. “You make a nice match.”

Giorno’s pride shines bright as he replies. “Thank you.” 

Dinner goes by between warm conversation —light and heartfelt. Sharing experiences, advice and story times. By the time the pastry arrives, Giorno changes the topic easily.

“Matteo, Angelo, we would like you to meet our sons.” 

Matteo coughs, surprised with the couple’s request —as Angelo reaches a hand out to rub his back, Lena speaks up, keeping an eye on Matteo. 

“I should say I was not sure if it was safe for the boys to meet you, after all, they are our sons, the bosses’ sons… We wanted to keep them safe. Now, though, I’m sure you two are of trust.” 

Gulping down some water, Matteo clears his throat, finally able to respond. “I’d be honored, Donna.” 

“Please call me Lena.” she mutters back, drinking from her cup. 

“Lena,” Matteo corrects himself, bowing his head. “I’d be honored —how old are they?” 

Angelo raises a hand, adding a question of his own. “I heard they are twins?”

“Yes.” Giorno replies as Lena takes a bite of her pastry, nodding as Giorno starts to explain. “They’re twin boys —almost eight months old. They are starting to show their personalities, our doctor has said they could be a bit shy when meeting new people, but we can’t keep them from socializing.”

Matteo nods, adding. “Yeah. Kids need to learn that ability soon. If I can give you some advice as someone who took care of a baby,” he steals a glance at Angelo, grinning when he rolls his eyes playfully. “Don’t pressure them. Guide them, and you’ll see them do their thing: kids need confidence. And,” he lifts a finger to make his point come through, “If you try to teach them something, do it with your actions: a kid will be kind if they see their parents or tutors being kind. Same goes here. Or at least that’s how I did it with him.” he points his chin at Angelo who can only nod as Giorno and Helena look at him for a moment. 

“That’s great advice, thank you.” Giorno bows his head, smiling; Lena seems to think about it for a moment. 

“That has a lot of logic, actually —thank you.” 

Matteo hums, taking his fork again. “Of course.”

There’s a moment of silence and distant conversations —somewhere around the room, Mista’s laugh followed by Vittorio’s reminder to keep it quiet; until Lena grins, chuckling as she looks over at her husband; the dimple in her left cheek stands out and Giorno smiles, gulping down; he arches a brow as to ask her what’s wrong. Matteo’s eyes go between them curiously as Angelo shakes his head, grinning. 

“We forgot to say we have another son.”

Giorno’s eyes are the size of dinner plates as he nods, gesturing at her to keep going. 

Matteo’s face expresses only confusion —he seems on the edge already.

“When Gio reunited with you at Libeccio he found a kitten outside and took it home; we adopted him. It's, uh, an inside joke; he’s our fur son.” 

Matteo sighs, slapping the table playfully: not actually hitting it, but mimicking said action. “For god’s sake, you two, I thought you had a third human child!” 

Lena laughs, shaking her head, “Oh no, not yet.” 

Matteo laughs, shaking his head: amused and relieved. “Too much information, thank you.” 

The Lincoln Continental follows the first vehicle down the street, followed by Matteo’s Ford Mustang GT and the rest of the convoy. 

Turning around after making sure Matteo is still following them, Giorno’s hand finds hers. 

She doesn't fail to recognize the way his hands shake and, surprisingly, the coldness of them makes her look over at her husband, silent but worried. 

“Gio,” she calls his name leaning over to take a better look at his face. “Are you okay?” 

He hums, looking ahead. His Adam’s apple bobbles as he gulps down, trying to dismiss his emotions. 

She doesn’t say anything, opting instead for quiet comfort —waiting until the black clouds turn into a storm and the rain pours to help him seek refuge. 

The man in the cloak waiting outside the Giovanna mansion doesn't seem to arise confusion over the couple as they descend from their vehicle, holding hands as they wait for Matteo to park —his car had followed Westwood into the parking lot of the mansion. 

“Welcome back, Don, Donna.” shaking his head, the man in the cloak reveals his identity as he lets his hoodie fall: Ángel’s abalone eyes find Giorno’s green ones, finding the puzzled expression in the Don’s face confusing. Used to seeing him so collected, the storm inside his eyes alerts him —however his silence condemns his suppositions. 

Looking over at Lena, Ángel stares at her until she looks at him, looking back at Giorno briefly. Fast enough so he doesn’t notice as he looks over at Westwood, Matteo and Angelo as they get closer, walking from the parking lot to them. 

Lena shakes her head, dismissing Ángel’s worries, but not masking them. Although she knows what’s happening, there’s no way she’ll say it out loud when Giorno’s stability is so close to disappearing. 

“Matteo,” Giorno’s tone surprises Ángel, even if his face is still blank when he finds out how off the Don sounds. “This is Ángel, one of my men.” 

Looking back at him, Matteo’s smile is all business as he smiles at the man. He, along with the night, whispers a greeting of his own. 

Sensing the tension in Giorno’s hold, Lena gestures forward, looking back at their guests. “This way, please.” 

Matteo hums, murmuring a small thank you as the couple walks up to the front doors, already open from Ángel’s waiting. 

Giorno stands by Lena’s side as he gestures inside the house, a welcoming smile making the men smile in the same way. “Please make yourself at home.” 

Matteo shakes his head, gesturing ahead of him. “Ladies first, please.”

With a chuckle and a small thank you, Lena steps inside, followed by Matteo, Angelo, Giorno and Ángel last as Westwood stays outside, up to his routine around the mansion at night. 

The sound of baby giggles reaches their ears immediately as Vivienne shows up from the living room’s door, beaming over at her bosses and their guests with a kind expression. 

“Donna, Don, welcome home —gentlemen, nice to meet you.” 

Angelo opens his mouth to speak but two little squeaks interrupt him as two little boys with blond-reddish curls come crawling up to their mother, laughing when she coos at them, melting as she sits on the couch and reaches forward to take Jovi in her arms —Giorno steps by her side shortly after, mumbling something to Dante as he takes the boy in his arms. 

“Well,” Lena grins as she stands again, turning to Matteo and Angelo and showing the bundle in her arms as the boy toys with her necklace. “He’s Jovi, the younger twin.” 

Matteo’s eyes are the size of dinner plates as he grins over at the baby, who hasn’t noticed his presence yet.

Dante babbles as he notices Matteo, gripping at Giorno’s jacket and reaching a hand out to try and touch him. Giorno’s chuckle makes him look back as he speaks, “And he’s Dante. He’s very curious.” 

“I can see that,” Matteo mumbles, still amazed with the boys as they finally notice him, staring with big eyes and wide grins. The little boys’ share Giorno’s green eyes —and the innocence behind their eyes makes Matteo melt as he gets closer, reaching a hand to each boy carefully. 

“Hello, little ones.” he mutters, cupping the boys’ cheeks as they babble something, giggling afterwards when he smiles. “I gotta say they look a lot like Giogio, but with your hair, Lena.” 

Helena chuckles, feeling Jovi start to get impatient as he leans forward, wanting to get held by Matteo. “Everybody has said that.” 

Angelo finally speaks up, grinning as Dante grips at his finger with his whole little hand. “I mean, it’s impossible not to say it, but they're really cute too.” 

Giorno’s smile is sincere as Dante lets go of Angelo’s fingers, yawning and leaning on his dad’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Glancing at the clock by the wall, Lena frowns as she notices the hour —the boys’ are past their bedtime.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Morte, but these little gents have to go to bed now —they should have been asleep a long time ago.” 

Matteo bows, “Don’t worry, Lena. In fact, I gotta go home: thank you for inviting us to your home.” he looks over at Giorno, “You’ve achieved a lot, Gio. I’m proud of you.” 

Giorno’s eyes sting as he gulps down the lump in his throat, even when he succeeds, his voice comes out deeper when he talks. “Thank you, Matteo.” 

Angelo pats Giorno in the back, muttering to Matteo something about getting the car as he steps outside. 

 With the couple holding the twins and standing in the stairs, Matteo looks in the distance as he starts to hear his car’s engine and his eyes shift to the couple once more: focusing more on Lena.

“Lena,” Matteo gestures her over, smiling kindly. When she’s before him, Jovi on her hip, his eyes hold something else; gratefulness. 

“Earlier you said I taught Giogio trust: I must thank you, then, because you taught him how to love.” Jovi fiddles, babbling and trying to get held by Matteo. The man chuckles, leaning to get the boy from his mother as she grins, helping the baby settle in Matteo’s arms. 

Jovi leans on Matteo’s shoulder, grabbing onto his shirt as he closes his eyes —at ease. “As I was saying,” he carries on, “You are his family. From the moment he met you, I can say, things were just meant to be; not only that, but you’ve given him a family. You and your sons have given him a reason to keep on going: be a better man. I might have taught him trust, but you’ve taught him the meaning of life.”

Lena nods, adding. “We give life the meaning we want.” 

“Exactly.”  

Helena’s smile reaches her eyes as she nods accepting his words as Angelo pulls up before them and Matteo turns, giving Jovi back. 

“See you soon.” 

“Thank you for coming tonight, it was a pleasure to meet you.” 

The Giovanna mansion is silent, night has fallen and the twins have already been put to bed. The only sound is the sound of the shower as Giorno leans over his thighs —sitting at the edge of the bed, his mind races with the remainders of all his emotions through the last five days. 

The cold metal of the arrow hanging from the golden chain around his neck soothes his nerves when it makes contact with his naked torso as he sighs, throwing his head back and straightening his back in the process —the lump in his throat is back and he cannot longer stand it. 

Reaching up, he lazily takes off the arrow, putting it into the drawer of his bedside table. Another sigh tears through as he closes his eyes, feeling the sting start to grow and tears well up in his eyes. Silent and terrifying.

The shower stops and he opens his eyes just in time to see the first few tears fall as his eyelashes move —his elbows sink further into his thighs and he presses his lips together, trying to keep the utter true from the world. Even if no one is looking. 

The bathroom door opens and his wife’s steps soothe him a bit, but he’s still refraining from looking up. 

Until her thighs are before him. So is her shampoo: honey and coconut. So is her presence: warm and inviting. Soothing. 

Her hands find his shoulders, rubbing the sore muscles as he finally sighs, letting a sob shake his shoulders as his hands fly to his face, covering it as he leans into her. 

“Hey,” she whispers, her voice like honey. “It’s okay, let it all out, yes? You’ve been bottling up all your stress and anxiety.” 

Another sob shakes his body as he tears his hands from his face, wrapping them around her hips and gripping instead at the fabric of her nightgown. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Your feelings make you human, Gio.” one of her hands play with his hair, fingertips grazing his scalp. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, too: it’s been a lot to deal with.” 

Clenching his jaw, the sob that shakes his body makes him exhale and drown in his tears as a clenching pain shoots up to his chest, where it sits. 

“Baby,” she calls and he’s too lost to respond, but aware of her voice. “Let me hold you, please?” 

His sobs quiet down significantly as he lets her go off her hips reluctantly, looking down as his eyelashes drip with more tears —the sound of her walking around the bed and getting in distracts him from his pain, but doesn’t stop it right away. 

“Come here, Giogio.” she calls again and he turns to find her half sitting in the bed —a position comfortable enough to hold him while letting him lay down on top of her without losing track of his state. 

Crawling up to her, Giorno’s hands shake by the time he meets her hips, holding onto them as his face finds a place in her chest. Her heartbeat soothes him for a moment, tearing a sigh. 

“It’s okay, baby.” she kisses his hair now, setting a warm palm on his back. Significantly smaller, her hand still brings comfort to his terrified soul.

Wire materializes by the bedside, trailing into the corridor.

Silence settles in as silent tears start falling again, this time in a mix of despair —grieving the past and the lost innocence, the never existent childhood, — and relief; just like he said, she had given him so much and yet, it felt like he still lacked something to give back. 

“Am I enough?” he whispers barely above an octave, raspy and low; heavy with sadness and doubt.

Lena’s face is soft with love and adoration as she kisses his forehead, lingering there until he sighs, “You are more than enough, my lion.”

A shaky sigh tears through and he hides against her neck, feeling the weight on his shoulders disappear as more tears fall. This time, finally, out of relief. A sweet relief after so many time of doubts and fears —with Matteo’s presence, a cycle was closing, and he was learning and getting experience. Even if that meant the price to pay had to be blood, tears and sweat. 

Wire pushes the door open again, a glass of water in her hand and the other holding a tissue box as well as a small metallic grey wrapping. She sets the glass in the nightstand along with the silver wrapping and then, after doing so, she goes back to her user, delivering a kiss to the Don’s forehead before she disappears. By Giorno’s side, the stand has left the tissue box. Even if he noticed, he’s still holding onto her, not ready to let her go.

“Baby, could you do something for me?” Lena asks in a whisper, giving him the softest of smiles as she looks up with bloodshot eyes. “Drink some water and that pill, yes? I don’t want your head to hurt after this.” 

He nods, kneeling so he can let her move and take the glass and the pill. As she does, he opens the tissue box, cleaning his nose and throwing the trash into the other side of the room, “I don’t want to stand.” he mutters, slightly ashamed of his actions. His wife shakes her head, dismissing it as she gives him the glass and the pill. Gulping it down, he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get the pain and sting to subside. 

“Don’t force it, baby” she whispers again and Wire’s there again to turn the lights off, disappearing afterwards with no further interruption. “Let me hold you?” 

Giorno is silent as he gives in, laying down like he did before, calmer this time. 

“Thank you.” he mutters, feeling the characteristic exhaustion after crying hit him out of nowhere. “Of course, Gio.” she mutters back, twisting her head to kiss his temple, “Sleep, yes? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The car slows down progressively, stopping at the red light but parking at a beauty store. In the passenger seat, Angelo frowns as he notices the sudden change of plans, looking over at Matteo, his frown dissipates into curiosity.

 Matteo’s eyes are blank, exposing the totality of his scleras as his stand shows him images —of the Giovanna’s, Angelo wonders, as he waits for the episode to end. 

A car honks in the distance and the yellow light reflects itself onto the pavement, wet from some activity from earlier.

By the time Matteo blinks the green light is on again and Angelo is gripping at his seat, dead worried.

“So?” he asks, inpatient. 

Matteo’s warm smile makes him frown, exasperated by now, “What did you see?” 

Matteo Della Morte looks over at him, nodding with a strange calmness Angelo can’t understand. “A bright future for him and his family.” 

[gather-ye-sinners]

Hii are requests really open?? (I know its a dumb question but i always get anxiety because im afraid i sent one at the wrong time). But like yeah, can i have headcanons for the bucci gang and what they would do with an s/o that suffers from hypocondria/nosophobia and is really scared of getting sick? Consider this a reference to the present coronavirus outbreak that has been giving me extreme anxiety :( ... also your blog is very cute and all your pieces are amazing keep it up 💖

Heck yeah, they’re open bb no worries! Thank you doll! I got your back for this one. Remember to wash/sanitize your hands gang. Cover your cough and if you feel sick and can, see a doctor just to be safe. I hope this brightens your day!

Bucci Gang x Hypochondriac/Nosophobic! S/O

Warnings: Discussion of Disease, Discussion of Fear, and Possibly Triggering Content.

Bruno Buccellati:

As a professional gang mom, he’s worried right along with you.

Mainly about Mista for obvious reasons.

He’s aware of all the panic buying going on and does his best to get the necessary items.

Soap, wipes, food, and medicine.

He does his best to try and calm your anxiety.

He’ll wash his hands with you and make up random songs.

His favorite so far is one he made up about fish that’s very catchy.

He might start humming it to calm you down.

He’ll help you clean whatever you ask and do any amount of laundry you acquire.

You might have to chastise him about zippering things away instead of cleaning them.

Who needs gloves if you can zip it and forgit it!

He personally thinks Giorno won’t let anything happen to the gang and suspects he has some sort of Golden Experience shenanigans going on.

Fugo did tell him about their fight with Illuso, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did something like that.

He assures you you will be safe and well protected as his S/O.

He knows words aren’t much, but he’s taken to hugging you with Sticky Fingers.

He can’t be contaminated if he’s technically not real right?

Leone Abbacchio:

He’s mad cuz his Opera got postponed.

He had box seats with the best view in the house god damnit!

He’s personally not very worried.

“It’s just like a bad cold right?”

He loves you though so he’ll help you buy supplies.

He’s touched you care about his health too.

Tries to be supportive, he’s very worried about you.

In fact, even Moody Blues is worried.

You’re the only one to hear the gentle whirrs and whizzes of comfort Moody can make.

Really into the idea of hunkering down with you until it blows over.

His heart soars at the idea of doing domestic things with you.

Also, people are disgusting.

He tries to take your mind off of it by doing stuff with you.

He’s not usually the type to play entertainer, but for you, he’ll make an exception.

He’ll put on some classical music, dress in a nice suit complete with gloves and ask you to dance.

He’s one hell of a waltzer and likes to dance.

If you tell the gang though Corona will be the least of your worries.

Guido Mista:

This is the worst time to try to love this man.

Noah fence but he’s stinky.

The least concerned about it.

He’ll buck up and start being cleaner if he sees how shaken up you are.

The gang will thank you.

He’s got a holster for his gun now, and a full-length sweater.

You will have to coerce him into showering with you.

“Baaaabe! It’s no fun getting clean all by myself~”

The Sex Pistols start chastising Mista on your behalf.

It’s quite the show to watch a grown man be scolded by his six tiny sons.

Number 5 will tell Mista to use his tears to wash his hands if he has no water around.

 Doesn’t mind staying inside and helping you clean.

 Makes the Pistols help clean too.

They’ll be so happy if you make them their own little masks.

He’s not perfect with stuff like this but he tries.

Narancia Ghirga:

He won’t let on to it but he’s almost as concerned as you are.

He’s the type to listen to all news and accept it as fact.

He might not be much help.

He’ll help you stock up and hunker down in safety.

He can send Aerosmith for stuff if he needs to.

It’s just a little theft.

Not to rag on everyone’s fav orange boy but he’s an enabler.

He doesn’t mean to be, he’s just a bit naive.

Panic buys until Buccellati, or Abba tell him to knock it off.

He holds you tight to try and quell your anxieties, but being a bundle of nerves himself isn’t the best.

He can be oddly serious if you have a panic/anxiety attack though.

He gets you water and helps you in the best way he knows how.

Having fun of course!

If the gang decides to hunker down in the mansion together you can bet your ass he’ll be arranging games to pass the time.

His smash main is Pit.

His alt is Dark Pit.

If he decides to help you clean, your whole house will smell like orange disinfectant.

No negotiations.

Pannacotta Fugo:

If you thought his Purple Haze fear was bad hoo boy.

I’d go as far as to say he already has a stash of cleaning supplies.

He and Trish are cleaning buddies.

You two will be the most prepared.

Master of handwashing

May be attached to Buccellati’s Fish song.

As irrational as he feels it is to prepare for things like this, his stand’s existence, for once, puts his worry of judgment at ease.

He still refuses to let Purple Haze out though.

His favorite way to pass the time is curled around you reading.

If you ask nice he’ll read to you.

He does different voices for fiction works.

Will do everything in his power to help you calm down and get in a clear and functioning headspace.

Surprisingly good at meditating and mellowing out quietly if that’s what you like.

Really wants nothing more than to hunker down with you and hibernate it all out.

He has the comfiest room stocked full of books and board games.

Giorno Giovanna:

Really has no worry.

Golden Experience can take care of it just like it did with Purple Haze.

Has no real intention of doing this unless someone in the gang gets sick.

Reassures you of this every time you bring up your anxieties.

He’ll hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

His tactic is reassurance and comforting.

He’ll make you your favorite flowers and animals.

He’ll send cute little ladybugs that transform into loving notes.

He’s the Don now so anything you want you will have.

Hand sanitizer? Cool, he’ll send the newbies.

Face masks and gloves? They raided Cioccolata’s old place not that long ago and he had hella.

He’s very good at grounding techniques.

He just wants you to know you’re safe and protected.

Trish Una:

Oh lordy, this isn’t going to go well.

Trish being Mysophobic and you being Nosophobic usually play into each other well.

No germs, no diseases.

During an event like this though? Y’all are gonna be a mess.

She has a stockpile of Bed, Bath and Beyond and Bath and Body Works sanitizer.

She likes the glitter.

Your best bet will be to hunker down with her and wait it out.

Fugo and his S/O would hunker down with you if you need more company.

She likes to cuddle tight and watch whatever.

Enjoys baking and art type shows. They’re soothing.

Her guilty pleasure show is Say Yes to the Dress.

She might not be much help with your anxiety.

She’ll help you clean of course, but when it comes to your overwhelming thoughts they scare her too.

Luckily you have Bruno and the rest of the gang to help you out.

[binqtop]

mistichi time *smirk emoji*

THIS IS REALLY REALLY LONG I ENDED UP TYPING SO MUCH SO I HAD TO PUT IT UNDER A READ MORE

      Okay so two months after the ending of Vento Aureo, Jotaro gets contacted by the Speedwagon Foundation telling him about how Giorno is now a mafia boss and has all this power now and there’s no way Jotaro’s gonna agree to go speak to Giorno himself so he asks Koichi.

      Koichi’s like yea of course Giorno’s a good guy we’re friends I’m glad he reached his goal I wonder how he’s doing! Anyway a few days Koichi arrives to Italy and realizes he has no clue where Giorno is, and neither does Jotaro or the Speedwagon Foundation. So Koichi does what he did when he first met Giorno, he asked around. Koichi doesn’t really get all the mafia stuff so he didn’t realize how suspicious it is for someone to be asking about the location of a mafia don.        He goes back to where Giorno went to school and finds out Giorno just kind of disappeared and they’re not sure where he is. A few days have passed at this point and he’s frustrated when this guy is like “Hey I heard you were looking for Giorno Giovanna?” and Koichi’s like oh hell yea thanks man who are you. Guess what it’s Guido Mista himself doing bodyguard stuff because he’s planning on killing Koichi because he believes it’s some enemy trying to assassinate Giorno or something. Koichi gets in the car with Mista and Koichi’s kind of tense because Mista refuses to any questions about Giorno. Mista drives Koichi to some empty house and Koichi’s like hey wait a minute and gets kicked to the floor and now he has a gun pointed at his face that’s a big uh oh.        One hand holding Koichi at gunpoint and one hand holding a phone, Mista calls Giorno. At this moment the Sex PIstols are out because they’re really curious about Koichi. Mista and the pistols assume Koichi isn’t a stand user because he didn’t bring out his stand or fight back or anything. Mista’s talking to Giorno and all the pistols float on over to Koichi to look at him because “Mista doesn’t need us he’s literally 2 meters away from this guy he can shoot short distance fine lol.” And Koichi looks up at them and is like “Oh um hello” and the pistols are all like SHIT he can see us they’re about to go back to Mista and tell him but then Koichi’s like “Aw you guys are kinda cute are you that Mista guy’s stand?” and the pistols are like oh he called us cute that’s new we like that and start chatting it up with Koichi.        Meanwhile Mista is freaking out because Giorno told him who Koichi was and Mista’s apologizing profusely to Giorno for threatening to kill his friend. He hangs up and is about to apologize to Koichi when he sees the Sex Pistols sitting in his hands and on his head just chilling and he’s like “What the fuck are you doing!” anyway the reason the pistols were so chill to Koichi is because Mista didn’t really want to hurt him because he looks nice (callback to when Josuke introduced Koichi as a friendly/nice looking guy). Mista then helps Koichi up and is driving him to Giorno’s mansion place thing idk and he’s apologizing and freaking out the whole time and Koichi’s straight up thinks it’s funny bc Mista was so serious and scary before and he’s actually just like a puppy. Also you KNOW you’re fucked when your stand gets attached to a person. Mista has no clue he was catching feelings on day one.

okay i just realized ive typed so much about how they met and not anything else so im going to just type out a ton of random stuff and headcanons

Giorno wants Mista and Koichi to have a friendly relationship and wants to get rid of the negative association since their first meeting was a huge misunderstanding. So Giorno was like I am so smart I will send them on a mission together. And then he does that many more times. Koichi joins Passione and he helps a lot with interrogation since he’s very patient and kind and can calm people down and make them feel comfortable enough to talk but he can also use his stand for torture and he can be a rudeboy bitchass so Mista gets to see both of those sides and is like awooga! humina humina!!!!

once mista realized he had feelings for koichi he wanted to impress him and stuff and started actually bathing and using deodorant and also being more impulsive and trying to save koichi’s ass in missions which usually ends up with him shooting himself on accident and koichi saving mista’s ass

it took koichi a while to realize he likes mista because koichi’s first and only relationship (yukako) did not go well and let him traumatized so he was scared and once koichi realizes his feelings for mista he starts getting nervous and easily flustered

also Koichi is good with paperwork stuff and sometimes helps Giorno since Koichi’s older and Mista’s just sitting there in the office watching them like “wow koichi is so smart awooga humina humina :)”

Koichi also helped plan out the stone mask destroying stuff between the Speedwagon Foundation and Passione bc he’s kind of the one link they (the foundation) have to Passione. So then Fugo comes back and he’s like what’s up and Trish is like Mista has a crush on Koichi and he’s actually bathing and he’s doing stupid stuff to impress him and it’s really funny. Trish came back to stay in the mansion because she wanted to take a break from touring, form a friendship with Fugo, and also get a front row seat to the Mista and Koichi pining show.

Fugo, Mista, and Trish hang out with each other and Fugo and Trish always poke fun at Mista for being head over heels for Koichi and then he’s like “Okay but what about you and Giorno, huh, Fugo??? And Trish you can’t say SHIT when you have that big of a crush on Shelia.” and then they all realize theyre disasters and will never be able to confess n shit

meanwhile Giorno and Koichi are chilling and being like “Yea I really like Mista” and Giorno’s like “Oh that’s nice :)” bc once he realized mista and koichi liked each other he sent them on more missions together more often. And then Giorno’s like “Yea I may or may not have romantic feelings toward Fugo.” and Shelia’s sitting there like “Yes I want to kiss Trish can I please leave now I thought you wanted me here to do work not talk about crushes.”

i dont actually know how they get together theyre probably chilling on a bed going over paperwork that they have to do because of a mission and then they talk about their feelings and its super awkward because theyre both awkward but they end up going on a date and they kiss or smth idk?