#giogio asks

[mrsgiovanna]

YEAAAHHHHHH HE GOT HIS LITTLE FLOWER (please may I have it, handsome young man?🥹🥺👉👈)

Giorno: of course you can cara *puts flower in your hair*

😏😏😏

[jei-rifni]

i appreciate your giorno so much. keeping the chest window with the tiniest peek of a bra is so cute. my beloved. flat justice

She’s my faveeeee

[ask-team-bucciarati]

is giogio aware hes such a bit#h

I don't think I'm a bitch.

-Giorno Giovanna

[advestager]

trick or treat!

do mythology daydreams count as halloween costumes? they do now

[sunshine-and-ladybugs]

"...Hamon?" The boy did not look like he had any clue what his father was talking about.

Maybe it'd be better if he showed him.

"Okay, so... promise you won't freak out?" Very reassuring words...

He clenched his fists and drew in a deep breath, quickly accompanied by a gentle ringing sound. Then his fists crackled with a familiar blinding glow.

"So this... sort of happens whenever I breathe in too deeply. I actually thought it was Gold Experience at first but this feels... different. More physical. It's harder to control. Also I..." his composure broke and he looked a bit distressed. "I think I killed one of the zombie servants." Ah. So that's how he found out about its adverse effects towards zombies...

He had no idea why this was happening. Normally he'd be thrilled to have a secondary power but... the way that poor man disintegrated was going to haunt his dreams for a long time. He knew that man was just a thrall to his father, and had no actual will, but he didn't deserve that end. He didn't even know how this would affect a living being. And his father... if he was just as adverse to this power like that zombie was... if Giorno accidentally touched him-

He clasped a hand over his mouth and took a step back, and the light show ended.

He didn't want to think about it.

"I- I think I have to go... it'd be better for all of us if I live in a cave somewhere far away, where I can't hurt anyone else."

@sunshine-and-ladybugs | continued from (x)

he is about to advise the boy not to bullshit a bullshitter, when it finally dawns on him what giorno meant by strange sunlight powers.

no….it can't be. hadn’t he left that foolishness behind in the nineteenth century?

❝ ....giorno. ❞   he speaks softly and calmly, trying his best to retain his composure.   ❝ does the word hamon mean anything to you? ❞   despite himself, his right eye begins to twitch — the one that was struck over a century ago by that ripple-infused rose. call it a phantom pain.

[mikibagels]

The ask that inspired this drawing is under the cut 👇

(even though the scenario isn't the same at all it made me want to draw mama dio holding giogio instead of the iconic dio pose :P Thank you for the brainrot moonyheartache <3)

[starry-blue-echoes]

I found this old snippet 90% finished in my drafts so W O E, 2k words of Tonio being my favorite character and Mr.Giovanna slowly understanding that he is not in fact Giogio's father anymore <333

(also tw for implied/referenced child abuse since Giorno)

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Tonio noticed the second the man approached Giorno’s table.

His customers knew better than to do so. They knew the boy was under his personal protection and it was best to steer clear. A greeting hello when the boy arrived, a brief exchange of conversation, an offered treat or trinket was of course allowed, but approaching his booth while Tonio was not present?

That was not common.

In fact, by the time Tonio made it out of the kitchen and to the dining area, the man had gathered quite a bit of attention from the other customers if the glances being cast his way were anything to go by.

The man was practically looming over Giorno’s booth, all but boxing the boy into his seat and talking in a low voice so as to not be overheard. Tonio couldn’t even see Giorno from his spot.

Tonio did not like this.

He did not like this one bit.

So plastering on his best Customer Service Smile, he approached.

“Excuse me sir,” he spoke up, keeping his voice light and pleasant. “My apologies, but at this establishment you must wait to be seated.”

The man turned to face him, not moving away from the booth and instead attempting to slide a softer, kinder mask over his features.

Hm.

It was sloppy, Tonio couldn't help but note. Sure the facial expressions were… passable, he supposed, but his body language was all wrong. Maybe spending so much time amongst the real dangers in Italy had made him a bit of a snob, but honestly this was laughable.

“Ah, you misunderstand sir, I’m not here to eat, though I have heard good things about this restaurant.” the man waved him off with what was supposed to be a lighthearted chuckle that only succeeded in feeling patronizing. “I’m here to pick up my son.”

��Oh?” Tonio responded with a slit tilt of the head, and a cold, cold feeling slipped into his gut. “You’re this boy’s father then? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Step father, technically.” Mr.Giovanna explained, the veiled insult sailing clear over his head. “His mother already had him when I stepped into the picture, but I see and love him as my own.”

His smile got tighter when he saw Giorno, kind, smart, shy Giorno who loved frogs and ladybugs and the color pink and listening to Tonio talk about recipes, flinch.

“I see.” was all he offered.

Tonio knew so little. So, so little. Part of him knew it was purposeful. That he was giving himself plausible deniability. An empty comfort.

But he knew enough. He’d always known enough. More than enough really.

And now it was looking him dead in the eyes and spitting in his face, daring him to lie down and take it.

“Well, it’s getting late. We’d best be getting back to the house before your mother starts dinner. Come along, Giorno, you’ve taken up enough of this man’s time.” 

How long has he been standing idly by as he’d seen Giorno hurt? 

How many times has he knowingly allowed Giorno to return to that sorry excuse of a family? 

How many times has he merely nursed his injuries instead of doing anything to stop them from happening in the first place?

Well no longer.

“Actually, sir.” he interrupted. “I have some…. concerns I’d like to speak with you about.”

The man froze before slowly turning toward him.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes and he not very subtly squared his shoulders to make himself look bigger.

“Oh?”

How funny. The man thought he was intimidating.

Tonio had done a bit of asking around about Giorno’s family when the boy hadn't been present. Nothing too nosey of course, just the standard gossip that was floating around which he generally got quite a lot of. 

And the results of his findings were quite fruitful.

Mr.Giovanna had a temper and was somewhat quick to anger, and he’d had a few dealings with the underworld, but that was as all. The man wasn't anyone important nor did he have any connections whatsoever.

He was just a simple, ordinary, powerless man.

A man who in the long run wouldn’t be able to do a thing to Tonio.

Tonio did not normally like taking advantage of his position, of the power he had at his fingertips. The near crippling fear of entrenching himself further and further into this world always had held him at bay, but in this moment he was more than willing to make an exception for this.

“Yes.” he made a slight show of stepping slightly closer to Mr.Giovanna and the booth seat, closer than was socially acceptable and a clear challenge to the man’s current proximity to Giorno. “And in all honesty, I’m not quite certain I feel comfortable allowing you to leave with this boy.”

“And for what reasons would that be?” Mr.Giovanna was openly glaring at him now, trying and failing to loom over a man who had a few centimeters on him.

“I notice things, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, keeping his words clipped and flat lest his rage bubble over. “Giorno has been a patron in my restaurant for well over a year now, and I am not nearly as blind or stupid as you appear to think of me. I may be a chef, but I am also very familiar with the practices of medicine and the healing processes of the human body.”

Sometimes Tonio loathed this skill of his. Of seeing the way people moved and being able to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, of seeing the lethargy and careful movements and stiffness and knowing of the presence of bruises or cigarette burns or broken skin.

(In a bitterly comforting way, Giorno had always liked that part of him. Of their shared skill. He said it made him feel less alone and less strange)

Mr.Giovanna simply sneered at him. “And why exactly are you paying so much attention to little boys?”

His rage surged at the accusation, howling and throwing itself against the cage he’d locked it inside, only made worse by the man’s smugness as though he’d just won and Tonio would back down.

Oh how he longed for his butcher’s knives. They cut through skin and muscle like warm butter and would so easily make short work of the man before him.

“You know very well that is not what I’m talking about.” much to his dismay, his calm mask had begun to crack at the edges, his voice growing more tense and taught with every prolonged moment. This man was managing to slide through every crack of his carefully constructed walls in ways the most vile, loathsome mafioso couldn’t, and all with hardly more than a few words.

This needed to end soon. Before Tonio did something he would regret. For Giorno’s sake.

“I am not going to allow you to leave this establishment with this child unless you can offer me a reasonable explanation for why he comes here with bruises every single week, and that is final.” 

A lie of course, he wasn’t letting Giorno go anywhere with this pathetic excuse of a father, no matter what excuses he scrounged up.

“Well I don’t owe you shit.” he snapped back, forgoing excuses and even denial of the accusations completely. At the very least, it seemed Tonio was getting under Mr.Giovanna’s skin just as badly. “I am going to be taking my son and we are going to leave. Giorno, come here right n-” but as the man tried to move Tonio out of the way and make a grab for the boy, Tonio grabbed his arm in an ironclad grip.

The man froze, surprised either by the strength or by the audacity.

Tonio’s expression didn’t falter.

“I think it would be best for you to leave, sir.”

For a second all was calm.

And in the next, pure fury overtook the man’s face.

The punch was quick and powerful, and Tonio barely had a moment to realize what was happening before he had both hands on the booth table to support his weight with a blooming pain in his jaw. With one of his hands he hesitantly brought it up to test the area, but while it would undoubtedly bruise and was rather tender, nothing felt broken or severely damaged.

Tonio should have seen the punch coming, but alas, hindsight is 20/20. He partially expected a second blow…. but it never came.

In fact, Mr.Giovanna was being awfully quiet.

His grin which had temporarily been chased from his face found itself sliding back into place once more.

It seemed the man finally noticed. Now that their conversation had reached a small pausing point, it was likely that much more obvious, but Tonio still couldn’t help but internally chuckle at the man’s horrendous observation skills.

It was dead silent in the restaurant.

The clicking of silverware, the murmur of conversation, the footsteps of the waitstaff, all of it had vanished into thin air.

And as Tonio stood back up to his full height, one merely needed to glance around the room to see why.

Every single customer and staff member was staring at them.

And not one was happy.

Expressions ranged from murderous fury to offended disgust to cold disapproval. Weapons of all types were in hand: knives, firearms, utensils, even a few Stands had joined the fray.

Sometimes being neutral felt like a curse, but in this moment? In this moment Tonio had never felt freer.

Because everyone respected the rules inside Trattoria Trussardi.

And those who didn’t……

“You’ve broken the rules, Mr.Giovanna.” Tonio spoke, a grin still on his face. Only now he let the pleasantries fade away. Now, he let his grin stretch wide and manic, filled with teeth and not quite reaching his eyes.

To an outsider, it was downright predatory.

And Mr.Giovanna, finally realizing the lion’s den he had stumbled headfirst into, froze.

But Tonio did not care.

Not one bit.

He nudged the man to the side with the back of his hand, and didn’t even resist the urge to wipe it on his apron afterwards. He’d need to wash his hands later, wouldn’t want the food suffering from whatever filth that man possessed.

“Giorno,” he asked quietly, his body relaxing and growing soft at the bright, vibrant hope sparkling in the boy’s eyes. “Would you like to join me for dinner?”

Giorno’s eyes widened, growing glossy and shiny yet not a single tear spilt.

“I would.” he said in a hushed whisper, as though the words would break if he was too rough with them, and in Tonio’s heart the only regret he felt was that he hadn’t done this sooner.

He gently grabbed Giorno’s hand to tug him away from the booth seat with as much gentleness as he could, leading him toward the back door that led to the stairs up to his apartment. Giorno’s hand was so small, yet it clung to Tonio’s like a lifeline.

He would call Doppio later tonight to help with the paperwork, of course after Giorno had eaten and gone to sleep. He had more than enough spare funds for the shopping trip that would be required tomorrow, but it would also likely be best to ask if there was anything Giorno wanted from his now-ex-parents house. He’d likely have to rearrange some furniture upstairs, Giorno would need his own room obviously, maybe cash in a favor or two to help, and of course possibly transferring schools which meant even more paperwork-

But that was tomorrow. Tonight, he got to look forward to a nice, calm dinner that for the first time since inviting Doppio in wouldn’t be alone. 

And just as he nudged Giorno through the door…

“Marco.”

“Yeah Boss?”

Tonio liked Marco. A good head on his shoulders, a competent host and waiter, had potential for a manager position, always called in ahead of time if gang work interfered with his schedule, and on the rare occasion things got out of hand he was good at regaining order.

“I’m temporarily waiving the ‘no violence’ rule.” Tonio said. “Make sure nobody breaks anything important and if things get too noisy, see to it that it’s moved elsewhere.”

Marco’s eyes lit up with an emotion he didn’t dare to place, but his face remained stoic. “‘Course, Boss.”

Tonio looked back to the restaurant, his eyes soft and smile warm in a way that did not match the manic and horrifying implication of his words in the slightest.

“You have 30 minutes. Try to keep the mess to a minimum.”

The future looked bright and Tonio felt happy.

[normalaboutfugo]

"I can't find an ask box so I'mma just drop this here! I would love something with mafia boss GIORNO finding out his mom had another kid and pretty much goes feral to adopt them !! tyy"

𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 — 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌.

⋆₊☆ ⊂⊃ platonic yandere don!giorno || m.list

[ warning :: PLATONIC/NOT ROMANTIC, kinda kidnapping, platonic yandere ]

[ notes :: first post!! thank you @foundfamyanderes for requesting!! <3 i can't remember what happened to gio's mom but just pretend she left giorno and had reader and left them too lol ]

[ important :: see this post on another blog? likely a repost to my rebranded multi-fandom blog! don't be afraid to check, but if they're not linked w me, let me know! <33 ]

— when giogio first learns his mother went on to have another kid, he wanted to have a genuine connection, and he did everything in his power to find them. what if you weren't doing so well on your own, assuming that your mother didn't care about you, like she didn't with him? there's no way he'd let his own blood live like this, especially when he was doing so well.

— giorno did everything he could to look for you, searched the internet under the last name shiobana to find a lead, he looked for his mom's profile online, and when he found it, he saw various pictures of drinks, club floors, everything you'd expect from someone like her.

— it took a long time, quite a bit of searching through what seemed like a million pictures of your mom partying — giorno scrolled for hours and hours, ignoring the way his eyes burnt when he looked at the screen for too long.

— finally, after he thought he was starting to fall asleep from staring at the bright computer screen for forever, he found multiple pictures of selfies from his mom with the head of a child in the background; cropped out the best if could be, but still quite obvious you existed.

— it took a long time to find you, but honestly, it confused giorno. why was he so hooked on meeting you? he only found out you existed a few days ago, and you didn't even know you had a half brother.

— when giorno finally found you, he had immediately introduced himself to you — not as the don, but as your brother. he wanted to have a genuine connection with you, because he never had a sibling, and while everyone in bucciarati's gang were like family, but blood ran thicker than water.

— and upon finding out you were broke and living on pickpocketing because your mother left you? giorno spoiled the fuck out of you. when he met you, he treated you to a meal at one of the nicest places in italy because he wanted to make a good impression, but when he finds out you're not used to such good dining and being treated well?

— most definitely takes you shopping for whatever you want, turning you down when you say you'll pay him back for it.

"Here, whatever you want."

"That's...! Giorno, no, I'll pay you back as soon as I ca-"

"With money you took? Don't worry about it, there's more than enough for you to have what you wanted."

— reader goes quiet real quick

— not long after meeting him, giorno offers you a place to live. the streets got cold at night, and he would know. gratefully, you accepted it; what else could you do?

— it doesn't take long for giorno to get overbearing. he'll start putting extra locks on the doors, and when questioned, express that he just wants you to feel safer in your new home.

"..Giorno, what's with the locks on the door?"

"The locks? Oh, I wanted to make sure you felt safe, is all. Is there a problem?"

"Well.. no, I just.. don't you think it's a bit much?"

"Mm.. no, I don't think so. You can never be too sure."

— he might even give you a curfew at first

— he'll give you the reasoning that the streets of italy aren't safe at later times, which is semi-true. it really wasn't safe to be roaming around at night, especially after you start living with the boss himself; word spreads like wildfire in passione, and a bounty would be placed on your head by traitors before you know it.

— eventually, a curfew turns into him spending every second with you during your outings, and that turns into you just not being allowed to leave the house at all.

— even if he needs to pull a few strings to find a reason to keep you home, he'll do what he needs.

"The strap on your bag, it's broken."

"Oh, yes.. I noticed a bit ago, but it's no big deal."

"That's fine, we can get you a new one today. There's got to be something identical somewhere."

"Should I get ready to go out, then?"

"No, you don't need to. We can find something online, or I can go find it at the store we bought it from."

"..Oh. Why?"

"I don't want you going out."

— when you bring up your concerns to him about not being allowed to leave, he takes it really well, as if he'd just up and abandoned his previous reasons for you being kept inside. and after that, you go to bed that night with relief, sleeping easily knowing that it's going to change.

— except for in the morning, when you're leaving the room, you turn the doorknob only to realize you were locked in from the outside. on the nearest table is a notepad, next to a plate of food and a cup of water. written in red ink,

"[READER],

It's wrong to lock you up, but I can't bring myself to put you in danger and allow you to leave. But I can also promise it's only temporary, I want you to be happy here. I had some business with the famiglia, so I left home quite early this morning. I will return, but while I'm not there, I left food and a glass of water next to this note. I'll be seeing you soon.

— Giorno

[rougepancake]

Hello there! I hope I'm not being rude but I saw that requests were open so I was wondering if it was okay to have a scenario where Giorno and Josuke get hit with a Stand and act different?

Giorno acts hyper, bubbly, and adorable while Josuke acts timid, meek and cute? And Reader has to handle all that cuteness?

I hope this follows the rules!

It follows the rules just fine!! I’ve actually seen a post with an ask that’s pretty similar to this one, so I’ll link it just in case you want more!! Here

FT. Giorno Giovanna, Josuke Higashikata

WARNINGS: none.

GIORNO GIOVANNA

Interesting. He seemed… happier than usual. More outgoing, too. Did something happen while you were out? Or was he simply just enjoying himself?

Either way, you found it to be adorable.

“Y/n! Look! It’s a ladybug!!” He rushed over to you for the third time this afternoon, proudly showing off the ladybug that was crawling around on the palm of his hand.

“Oh? Did you give this one a name too?” You tease, patting the spot beside you on your picnic blanket as a way to tell him to sit down. He had asked you to go outside with him earlier, and you just couldn’t tell him no.

“Not yet. But isn’t it adorable?” He sat down next to you, resting his head on top of your lap. He didn’t care about the book you were reading, pushing it to the side as he smiled up at you.

You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair, chuckling at his behavior.

He definitely got into something, but you weren’t worried about it. In fact, you quite liked this side of him. He was much more vulnerable and emotional, which was something that you didn’t typically see from Giorno unless the two of you were alone.

You guys stayed like that until he got bored, rising to his feet quickly and bringing you with him.

“Come on y/n! Let’s go bug hunting together!” He grinned and took your hand, squeezing it gently as he took you to where he found the ladybug.

“Alright! Calm down, GioGio!” You grinned and followed after him excitedly. How can you tell such a cute face no?

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

He’s been quieter than usual, and seemed very keen on avoiding social interaction today. Even with you and Okuyasu.

He did say he had to do something earlier, but didn’t go into details as to what it was. It was strange, especially since he wasn’t even talkative.

It was like he was an entirely different person.

“Josuke?” You had been looking for him all afternoon, and had finally found him sitting underneath a tree in the park. “Goodness Josuke I was worried. Why did you run off like that??”

“I don’t know…” he mumbled, pouting as he avoided your gaze. Josuke not having an answer to something? That was new.

You sat down beside him, no questions asked, and rested your head on his shoulder. His face erupted into a deep red at the contact, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “You know I’m gonna like you no matter what, right?”

“Yeah…”

You snuggled into his side, leaning up so you could give him a kiss on the cheek. “So you know that I think you’re cute regardless of your mood?” He nodded reluctantly and you chuckled. He’s precious.

“I know…”

“Then come here you big baby!” You grabbed him and held him tightly, ignoring his embarrassed protests.

[astroreoreoreoreoreoreoreo]

FOR REFERENCE: 

@ stabberryy → Fugo

@ staborangee → Narancia

@ supermegaluckyniceguy → Mista

@ b.bucciarati → Bucciarati 

@ abbacchio1 → Abbacchio

@ giolikesbugs → Giorno

@ unaduetrishquattro → Trish

TEAM GC 

supermegaluckyniceguy: what if instead of fortnite it was called frotnite and we all started frotting

stabberryy: What?

giolikesbugs: ????

Reminder that this is a work group chat, strictly for work purposes.

:b.bucciarati

staborangee: Idk I kinda wanna group frot

unaduetrishquattro:  i can't believe i'm the first to ask.

unaduetrishquattro: what is frotting

stabberryy: Just looked it up. I'm going to give Nara the benefit of the doubt and assume he didn't know what it meant (or that it was a real word)

stabberryy: Mista stop being gross

unaduetrishquattro: BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN

staborangee: I mean Trish can't participate anyway

unaduetrishquattro:  what? why

stabberryy: You don't wanna know.

giolikesbugs: I do :(

stabberryy: I promise you don't…

staborangee: LOL I know what it means and you guys don't :P 

stabberryy: so you're a weirdo too. Congrats 

staborangee:

stabberryy: Bruno can you do something about this

Mista don't make sex jokes :b.bucciarati

giolikesbugs: so this is about sex, somehow. Ok

staborangee: aren't you supposed to know everything, Fugo? How come you don't know what frotting is

stabberryy: One- I'm not an adult

stabberryy: Two- My parents never gave me the Talk

stabberryy: Three-  I'M NOT FUCKING GAY

supermegaluckyniceguy: bro threw in a fun fact

giolikesbugs: ok so it's gay .

staborangee: I'm not gay either you're just stupid LOL

stabberryy: kys

staborangee: you first :P

unaduetrishquattro: oh my god nvm I don't wanna know

unaduetrishquattro: also Fugo your parents didn't give you the Talk?

stabberryy: No. My parents didn't fucking “talk” to me

giolikesbugs: I think I know what it is. Fugo I will get answers out of you

unaduetrishquattro: wait come tell me once you've got them

stabberryy: I'M NOT TELLING YOU YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW

giolikesbugs: you won't need to “tell” me. I will know by your face :)

giolikesbugs: also Trish I thought you didn't want to know?

unaduetrishquattro: I changed my mind. I don't want to not know

stabberryy: Why. Why do you want to know

stabberryy: Do you have some bizarre desire to be as disgusted with Mista as I am right now.

unaduetrishquattro: I'm always disgusted with Mista

supermegaluckyniceguy: what the fuck guys :(

stabberryy: I DON’T WANNA FUCKING HEAR IT

giolikesbugs: oh dear

stabberryy: YOU KNOW HOW EASY IT WOULD’VE BEEN TO KEEP YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH SHUT???

stabberryy: BUT NOOOOOO 

stabberryy: HEAVEN FUCKING FORBID 

supermegaluckyniceguy: it is not that deep my guy

stabberryy: I’M SICK OF YOUR SHIT

stabberryy: YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FROTTING

staborangee: Bruno help

No. He's right :b.bucciarati

abbacchio1: Fugo. shut the fuck up

  Abbacchio. :b.bucciarati

abbacchio1: your kids are blowing up my phone. I'm trying to actually work here

You're right, sorry. Fugo stop blowing up Abbacchio’s phone

:b.bucciarati

stabberryy: WHY ONLY ME

staborangee:

supermegaluckyniceguy:

@ stabberryy has left.  

giolikesbugs: I'm going to go calm him down. And ask him if I'm right about frotting

unaduetrishquattro: you probably shouldn't 

giolikesbugs: but I want to know?

unaduetrishquattro:  yes and we want you to survive 

giolikesbugs: I think I can beat Fugo in a fight

staborangee: no the fuck you cant 

supermegaluckyniceguy: what he said

giolikesbugs: No 

@ giolikesbugs has left.

supermegaluckyniceguy: bro just said “no” and left. that's crazy

unaduetrishquattro: rip giogio it was nice knowing him :(

staborangee: if he dies i'm taking his room 

supermegaluckyniceguy: wtf no i want his room

staborangee: ahh too late. go fuck yourself 🤣

abbacchio1: please shut the fuck up. everyone

unaduetrishquattro: just turn your phone off 🙄

abbacchio1:  no. I need it to communicate

abbacchio1: aren't you all in the same goddamn house right now?? just go talk to each other 

abbacchio1:  pretend it's 1856 or whatever it is

supermegaluckyniceguy: m'lord is ailed with only the most disastrous of ailments- ligma 

abbacchio1: I'll kill you in your sleep. when you wake up on the roof in the middle of the night you'll know who put you up there

unaduetrishquattro: oh my god???

supermegaluckyniceguy: fine I’ll stop talking damn 

abbacchio1: that's better 

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Meanwhile:

Fugo (currently being restrained by a bunch of vines): you can't get me to tell you >:(

Gio: I don't like repeating myself. 

Fugo: From my face, you said? You'll know from my face? Hah!

Gio: Yes. you usually make a face when you're talking about something that embarrasses or disgusts you. this does both of those things

Fugo: Fine. Then I won't let you see my face!

He covers his face with his hands.

Gio: …

Gio turns his shirt into butterflies. On instinct, Fugo drops his hands to cover his chest.

Fugo: GIVE ME MY SHIRT BACK WHAT THE FUCK

Gio: In a moment. First- 

Gio:

Fugo’s face gets really red. He looks disgusted and embarrassed. 

Gio: ok cool i'm right. thank you for your help

The shirt is restored. Fugo is still very unhappy.

Fugo: whatever. leave me alone

Gio: ok :)

Gio leaves to go talk to Trish.

Trish: did you fucking stand battle him???

Gio: yeah kind of. anyway I got the answer

He tells her.

Trish: oh my god that's disgusting I wish I never knew

Gio: yeah Fugo was right I feel rather violated

Gio: I'm gonna go apologize to him

Trish: can I come with you

Trish: I don't wanna be with Narancia and Mista they're being too gross for me

Gio: Sure ok

They go apologize to Fugo. He’s still annoyed but he recovers fairly quickly and they go play Uno or something. Yay the end. 

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I can’t believe I wrote this much because of a stupid tweet on the internet. I can’t even find the tweet now. This is ridiculous…………………………………………………………

[mrsgiovanna]

Random question do you think it bothers Giogio when darling call out for God in bed? You know because God in Italian = Dio.

Tw n/sfw

Ooof nonnie 😅 what a question, I put it under a cut in case

I can see how it would get awkward and kill the mood, but I think he'd be okay, tbh I think that dio would be the last thing on either of their minds at that point lol, if he's in a mean mood he'd probably edge or overstimulate darling until they're a crying mess and his name is the only thing they're coherent enough to say.

[jei-rifni]

Hold gio gently like bamhurger

[ddarker-dreams]

Will you take jjba requests as well for the valentine event? 🥹

i will!!! i've received some requests asking for giogio, he'll be getting a love report from doctor lock 👩‍⚕️💉 my current list (in no particular order) looks like this right now:

chrollo

Gojo Satoru

albedo (so many albedo requests,, everyone wants the alchemist and i shall deliver)

ruan mei

[icarusbetide]

the time my mom unprompted came up to me and said: "gordon ramsay's that famous chef but do you know giogio seeah" - and i went "?? there's a chef named what?". my mom very confidently answers "yes. very famous." so i spend two hours hysterically searching for "george seewah" "gorgio see" "gorgio see chef" "gorgio see gordon ramsay" until i come to her crying that this george seewah person doesn't exist.

and then she finds a picture and i go "?? jojo siwa?? she's not a chef??" and my mom says "yes i know that i was just asking if you knew her since she's famous. like gordon ramsay the chef. you really should put in some effort to keep up with basic culture" and walks away.

all this to say that i think this is the type of shit theodosia had to deal with from aaron burr every single day.

[bucciarati-answers]

I know some of y’all can dance but, who’s the best dancer out of everyone? And the worst? -🦎

(Ive been sending asks for a while, but this is an official hi. So uh, hi I guess!)

"...I think the best dancers out of everyone are Mista and Narancia. And the worst must be Giorno. Don't tell GioGio I said that, tho. When he tries to dance he seems to have no joints, completely stiff."

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

the fugio fanfic i wrote in my science book <3

EXPECT THIS TO BE REALLY BAD AND PREPARE TO CRINGE

warning for angst btw, this is a sad one </3

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Pannacotta Fugo never thought he would fall in love. A man of his origins would find it hard to fall in love without fear, and yet, he did.

He knew he was a goner the moment he laid his eyes upon his new teammate, Giorno Giovanna, who looked far too gorgeous to be real.

That curly golden hair and those light green eyes had drawn in Fugo before he could even realize it, and by the time he did, he was in far too deep to be pulled back out.

Naturally he tried to hide it, going as far as to even resent Giorno for a little while. However, anyone who looked at Fugo could see his eyes light up and his pupils turn to hearts every time he looked towards Giorno.

Giorno, on the other hand, had known he was in love with Fugo from the first time they had laid eyes upon each other as well. But, unlike Fugo, he fully embraced his feelings, rather than trying to hide than.

The golden haired boy would often find himself staring at Fugo; silently taking in his pale blond hair, which was probably more close to white in colour, and those cherry red eyes of his that would occasionally glance back at Giorno with what seemed to be a longing desire for some sort of love or affection, but would quickly be last as Fugo would avert his eyes elsewhere.

It was hard to hide his face heating up, unfortunately.

Neither would confess, for different reasons. Giorno wanted to wait for a more romantic setting, in the right place at the right time. Fugo just wasn't ready for something like that. He was hoping his feelings would disappear if he just got used to Giorno being around, which of course, would never happen. This left the duo to quietly admire each other silently, without the other knowing.

Fugo would often settle his tender gaze on Giorno when he thought no one was looking, while Giorno would sigh quietly and stare longingly at Fugo whenever he could, only looking away whenever Fugo would notice and look back with a slight blush and a questioning expression.

It wasn't long before Mista and Narancia inevitably caught on to Fugo's little crush, and would tease Fugo endlessly for it. He'd deny it every time, much to their amusement.

This often resulted in Fugo getting frustrated and yelling at Narancia and Mista, who'd giggling and run off before his violent tendencies could arise.

Despite Fugo's uncontrollable anger, it always seemed that he'd calm down in Giorno's presence. Giorno would actually listen to Fugo ranting about something he was interested in, which didn't happen often.

Giorno could calm him down far better than Bucciarati could, and that said something.

Fugo usually hated physical touch, due to specific events he went through before he joined Passione, but when Giorno would hold his hand and reassure him quietly, he found himself yearning for Giorno to just hug him tightly and let him cool down.

Giorno was very patient with Fugo, and would never overstep any of his boundaries. He didn't know why Fugo hated physical touch so much, but he figured it was best to leave some questions unasked. Giorno would never do anything more than hold Fugo's hand, which Fugo had initiated the first time, unless Fugo specifically asked him to do so.

Bucciarati, after catching on to Fugo's feelings for Giorno, would try to give him advice on approaching the golden-haired boy, though it never worked out.

"Fugo?" Giorno looked up from the tea he was drinking, as he noticed Fugo had entered the room.

Fugo closed the door behind him, looking at Giorno with a nervous gaze. "Am I interrupting you, Giogio?" He asked, not wanting to interrupt.

The don smiled and shook his head, placing the teacup down on the table. "Of course not. Please, come join me. You look like you need some company."

Fugo mumbled out an "alright" and sat across from Giorno, keeping his head down as he fidgeted with his hands.

"What's troubling you?" Giorno asked gently, looking at the boy across from him with a caring gaze. He focused his pale green eyes on Fugo, tilting his head to the side.

Fugo found that adorable.

The pale boy hesitated for a moment, scratching at the scars on his cheeks, before answering. "I'm just... lonely," He spoke with a downcast expression, shaking slightly.

"I keep thinking about them... Narancia, Abbacchio, and..." He paused, feeling the tears form in his eyes as he tried to stop them from spilling out. "... And Bucciarati... I- I miss them. A lot."

Giorno's gaze seemed to soften at Fugo's disheveled state, as he reached across the table to place his hand over Fugo's. "It's hard. I know it is, Pannacotta. To learn that almost everyone in your team had been killed must be difficult, especially with how close you were with each of them. Finding out about Narancia and Abbacchio dying must've been hard enough, but to find out that Bucciarati had followed along too? It must be heart wrenching to hear about such a thing."

Fugo looked up at Giorno, surprised that he had called his by his first name, but he didn't exactly mind it.

Giorno stared deep into Fugo's teary red eyes, gently rubbing circles into the back of Fugo's hand with his thumb as the white haired boy started to break. 'I'm here for you, Pannacotta. Mista, Sheila, and everyone is here for you, too. If you ever need anything, I'm right here for you. Don't ever forget that. I love you."

I love you, those words made Fugo finally break down fully as he let out a broken sob, trying desperately to wipe away his tears as he cried.

Fugo was never a fan of crying in front of others, yet he cried in front of Giorno again and again, never really knowing why. Perhaps it was his feelings of love and admiration that helped him open up to Giorno, or maybe it was the fact that he knew Giorno was a kind soul at heart, much like Bucciarati, and yet, so different from him.

Either way, he felt like he needed this.

Giorno looked at him with an expression akin to one of deep concern, before standing up and walking around the table to sit next to the distressed boy. Once he sat down, he went to hold Fugo's hand, but the albino boy leaned into Giorno before he could do anything, hiding his face into Giorno's shoulder and practically throwing his arms around him.

Giorno was surprised, but wrapped his arms around Fugo gently, as Fugo tried desperately to stop crying. He felt like he was embarrassing himself in front of the boy he liked.

"I miss them..." Fugo whimpered, grasping tightly at Giorno's shirt for comfort. Giorno simply kept his arms around Fugo's waist, ever so gently pulling him closer.

Giorno quietly whispered reassurance to Fugo, telling him that he would always be there for him, that he loved him, that it was all ok.

Fugo eventually calmed down after a bit, just resting his head on Giorno's shoulder as the latter rubbed his back in a soothing pattern. The pair sat in silence, with Fugo subconsciously playing with Giorno's hair as they embraced each other.

"Pannacotta," Giorno said suddenly, in a calm, quiet voice. Fugo paused and lifted his head to look at Giorno, his eyes red and puffy from crying. The blond smiled at Fugo, brushing his hair out of his face. "I love you."

Fugo's eyes widened at his words, finally having processed that Giorno had confessed his love towards him multiple times today, but he only now realized that. He smiled, and leaned in to kiss Giorno.

Giorno kissed back softly, pulling away after only a few seconds. His lips were soft, whereas Fugo's were chapped.

"I love you too, Giogio."

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HOLY FUCK IM SO SORRY FOR DELAYING IT THIS LONG

I didn't mean to make you guys wait for over a month I swear. anyway i love my gay boys and I honestly expected this to be longer, but oh well. I might post some diavolo and doppio headcanons either tomorrow or later to today