#trish: take care text

[icycoldninja]

Hi, love your blog! Can I request headcanons for Dante, Vergil and Trish trying to conquer a reader with ADHD (inattentive)?

Oh yes, here ya go. 💜

Dante, Vergil, and Trish x ADHD! Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-So, you have trouble paying attention to things? You're disorganized? You procrastinate even when you're trying hard to get things done? Now, who does that sound like? Oh yeah, Dante!

-Dante is chill, very, very chill, and doesn't mind your forgetfulness and tendency to get distracted.

-He'll help you remember things but he's not that good at keeping track of stuff either.

-You guys can lie around for hours, just doing nothing, or maybe having a lighthearted conversation, but not much else. It's fine though, he'll eventually pull himself together and get off the couch to do stuff.

-He'll be sure to help you research medications and take you to doctors if you necessary.

-Loves you no matter what, even if you spend 15 minutes trying to find the TV remote when you were sitting on it the entire time.

□ Vergil □

-Vergil is a very organized and practical dude and is more than happy to help you get yourself sorted.

-Gets frustrated whenever you misplace items or forget the direction of the conversation, but controls himself, because he understands your behavior isn't your fault.

-He started making detailed schedules for you and tapes them up everywhere, so you always have a sense of what you have to do and when.

-Motivates you every morning, reminding you (indirectly, of course) that he cares about you and that he'll always be around to protect you.

-Will help explain concepts/conversations to you if you couldn't grasp them the first time.

-He might get a little irritated by your distracted nature, but he still loves you and wants to help you deal with your ADHD.

▪︎ Trish ▪︎

-She's patient and tolerating of you and your drifty brain, taking care of you in her own sweet, protective way.

-She reminds you of practically everything when you forget: to take your medicine, that you're supposed to go to work in an hour, that you left your wallet on the kitchen counter again, etc.

-Texts you whenever she's not at home or around you, sending cute little messages, reminders, and sometimes selfies of her doing stuff.

-Though she's not exactly the world's neatest woman, she knows how to keep things tidy and will certainly help you clean your house.

-She also knows to snap her fingers or clap really loudly when she wants your attention.

-Is very careful to avoid putting you in situations where you might face social anxiety, though on the rare occasions that you get overwhelmed, she's there for you.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Listener dealing with burnout? (Finn, Auron, Faust) (HCs)

And here we are burning out.

Finn

Finn saw you working for a few days straight, along with your growing anger towards yourself. Staying up early to finish some papers your work needed.

Then afterwards you were sitting at your desk crying when you couldn't even do one thing that was productive. Finn took you into a hug as you clung to him.

Finn gently asks you when's the last time you took a break or had a full night's rest. When you could't answer he shook his head quietly telling you, you needed to be nice to your body.

Slowly he takes you to the bedroom for a much needed nap and gets a snack or water for you to have. Making you get food and water in your system before lying down.

As your sleeping Finn is putting your things away that he knows where it goes. Not touching anything that you wouldn't want him too.

When you wake up Finn asks if you want to watch movies, maybe it'll help spark production? Or maybe some gardening to make you focus on something else?

Doing one of those things you felt yourself feel better as you focused on yourself than the work you wanted done quickly.

When your burnout went away you kissed Finn and thanked him. He always knew what to do when you accidentally dig yourself into a pit.

Auron

Auron knew this was going to happen, he saw how much work you were taking on. Doing three projects at once and finishing them early.

Pulling you aside he asked if you were okay. Causing you to break down and tell him how you couldn't finish the most recent project in time because your motivation went away.

Pulling out his phone he texted Trish saying you were going to stay with him for the rest of the day. Along with informing the team the project will be extended, not giving an excuse so no one questioned it.

Picking you up he placed you on the couch and said your going to take a nap. Don't try and argue he's already sitting next to you, already done with work so he's fully focused on you.

Auron tells Trish to get someone to clean your desk up a bit since you'll work better if your space is cleaned.

When it's late Auron carries you to the limo and takes you back to the pent house where you can relax more. Even sending an email top Trish to give you a few days off you've saved up. And if yo don't have any he'd give you a little.

When you wake up the next morning he ordered some breakfast and had you eat it all in front of him. Then asked if there was anything you both can do that would help you get ride of your burnout. Auron will do anything to help you get you out of your burnout.

May it be sleeping all day, going to somewhere to enjoy a nice meal, or even going shopping where you can walk by windows looking at pretty thing's. He smiles as you thank him for helping you, gently kissing your forehead Auron says he'll always help.

Faust

At first Faust didn't see it but after the second time you pass on gaming with him he saw how much work you were doing for a upcoming stream.

When pre recording a video you were fighting a boss and cried after the 12th time you lost. Faust came to you as you started crying, gently shushing you so you could tell him what happened.

Saving your progress and pausing the recording, saving as well. Faust got you out of your gaming chair and to your bed.

Grabbing a bag of chips and water for you to eat and drink before falling asleep. To lighten your spirit he made a joke about your eye bags, kissing them gently.

Using your phone, with permission, he posted that you will be tasking a break for mental health. Ad that Faust will post pre recorded video's you scheduled to post.

Is lightly scolding you as he takes care of you the next day. Stating that both of you are taking a week off to do whatever the both of you want to do. Faust, if you have nothing you think that would help you takes you out to do things.

Staying inside will only cause you to spiral more, a she claims. So you guys go shopping along with going into cute cat cafe that recently opened up. As you slowly feel better as days go on Faust giggles as he tells you he was right.

[depravitymoon]

Random Yandere thoughts on the Torture Dance Trio (Rough draft)

Author's Note: Random yandere thoughts I'll eventually make into actual posts.

Warning: Mention of violence, mention of blackmail, and verbal ab*se.

Why I think Narancia cant be a Slow Burn Yandere:

Canon Narancia is willing to give his undying loyalty to people he’s only known for a few weeks. He is NOT a slow burn. He just needs a ‘trigger’. Meaning, he needs to be given a reason to be loyal and he’ll stick to you. Wasnt Naracia hanging out with street kids since age 10 and went to jail at 14? That could mean he was with ‘Bro’ and his crew for YEARS, so a slow burn wouldnt matter. I think what Narancia realized is that ‘Bro’ and his crew only cared about Narancia being useful for them. When it comes to Trish, Giorno, Fugo, and Bruno, they selflessly cared for Narancia without expecting something from him.

The good parts of Yandere Fugo:

OBVIOUSLY, he’s violent! However, there’s a bright side:

He actually leaves you to your devices if you simply behave. He is not a clingy yandere at all.

Doesnt have baby fever. In fact, YOU have to be the one begging for the baby.

You’re his sugar baby, of sorts!…..

…..well, you’re more of a secretary, BUT GOOD NEWS! You’re allowed to walk around of your own free will.

When everything’s going great he seems like his normal polite self, just talking about intellectual topics.

Also, he's constantly complimenting you saying you're wonderful, you're the best he's ever had, etc.

The obvious bad parts of Yandere Fugo:

Beatings, duh.

He controls your finances and knows where all your family members live. You bet your ass he’s using it against you. He doesn’t need to lock you away, because he makes sure you know you’re stuck with him forever. Where the fuck you gonna go?

Keep in mind your ability to walk around free is dependent on how well you do your assignments. He believes in you! He knows you’re capable of doing it! Which means when you don’t complete the tasks, YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE! BITCH!

Just remember, it’s not just him you have to worry about. He has Passione with him. Even if he can’t use all of Passione to his advantage, he still has Narancia and Mista willing to help him.

Remember how he use to compliment you constantly? Well, now you're a whore, you're a bitch, you're unfaithful, etc because you're acting up. He loves you SO MUCH, why would you do this.

Laidback Yandere head canons

((It's a rough draft of a general yandere but it can be applied to Mista since I'm making him a laidback yandere.))

Laidback Yandere doesn't seem yandere at all. 

Laidback Yandere lets you have friends.

Laidback Yandere lets you see your family and acts like he's part of your family.

Laidback Yandere even lets you go clubbing!

What a supportive healthy relationship you two must be in! 

WRONG! 

Laidback Yandere know all your loved one's addresses. Just in case you try to run.

Laidback Yandere has enough blackmail material on you to keep you complacent.

Laidback Yandere calmly punishes you without warning. He'll rationalize you deserve it because 'he's been so patient with you'.

Laidback Yandere calmly tells you how he disposed of the ones that were helping you leave him.

Laidback Yandere doesn't even chase you when you flee. He merely takes pictures of himself with your family and sends it to you with a text saying "I hope nothing being happens to them". 

Laidback Yandere has people watching you when he's not. 

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n <3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi—"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.

[cornerfortherats]

What do you think Bruno’s relationship with his mother is like? Do you think he’s in this limbo that he hates her for how she left them but also doesn’t because he’s glad that she found someone she could be happy with? And when she asked him who he wanted to stay with, she did have his best interests at heart because she said the city had good education and many kids his age for him to hang out with. She was described as a kind and loving woman who read bedtime stories to him every night so she was obviously a good mother and person.

Do you have any headcanons on his mother? What do you think she’s like? What is her second husband like? Do they have kids together? Has Bruno met his second family? If so, what does he think of them? Why do you think she and Paolo divorced? Sorry if this is a lot, I just want your thoughts on his family dynamics because we don’t hear a lot about him and his mother hahaha

No it’s okay! You’re giving me free rein to ramble about things I want to talk about. No need for apologies.

Though, I want to be frank and say that the headcanons for the mother’s side of Bruno’s family, and his family generally will be in another post, sheerly because of the length of this one.

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What do you think Bruno's relationship with his mother is like?

I believe Bruno’s relationship with his mother is complicated. Bearing in mind who he is, he’s a perceptive and understanding individual. If he was able to conceptualize and grasp the pros and cons of remaining with his father, he must’ve also considered the pros and cons of leaving to be with his mother (as suggested by these snippets of text):

Though, rationalizing something doesn’t stop you from feeling a particular way, so I do believe you’re right with the mixed sentiments, but in a slightly different context — however I need to mention something important before we touch upon that.

A major aspect of Bruno’s past and character is that he had a conventional beginning. He wouldn’t have responded to Trish this way if he was raised differently:

So it’s important to remember that when we think of Bruno and his parents; Neither of them are innately bad people, and are prone to mistakes just like anyone else.

With that in mind, I believe Bruno still holds his mother in a high regard, taking into account the fact that she did love him and cared for him when she was around. To him, he’d think he’s being ungrateful for feeling that way, prompting him to not address any resentment or hurt he feels. And if he did address those feelings, he’d disregard them, since he knew what he was giving up by staying with his father, so he has no right to complain about a self-inflicted issue.

Conversely, since he does still love his mother and would want the best for her, Bruno’s happy that she got to have a family, he just doesn’t want anything to do with it (for reasons I’ll explain further in this post).

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Has Bruno met his second family? If so, what does he think of them?

Bruno makes a point to remain unassociated with the rest of his family, for a variety of reasons.

The predominant reason for this is his worry that he’d endanger his mother and her family with his presence. Bearing in mind how fiercely he fought against the drug trade in Napoli (and how ruthless he can be on the job), you can only assume there’s plenty of people who’ve got beef with him. If anyone who had a vendetta against him knew he (hypothetically) kept in contact with his family, they’d be roasting on spits, so to speak.

One of the other reasons for his distance involves this snippet of information again:

This, from Bruno’s perspective, would indicate that she doesn’t factor him into his life anymore (most likely because of her new family taking precedence). So, with Bruno being so adept at grasping the implications within a situation, I wouldn’t be surprised if he surmised that his mother distancing herself from him was her committing to her new family and leaving her past behind (as this snippet kind of states):

And even if his intuition was wrong, he wouldn’t want to stir up conflict in her new family by trying to reenter her life again (since that’s an unfortunately common occurrence in situations like his).

Lastly, I feel like it would hurt him too much to see his half sibling — which I say definitively because you can infer his mother being a family woman with how she treated Bruno (and the fact that he even exists), so I wouldn’t be surprised if when married her new husband, she had the notion of children on her mind.

In situations like these, it almost always ends with the overlooked child feeling jealous or inadequate of their sibling. I would presume Bruno would feel that way with his own half-sibling, but would understand that it’s not their fault they exist. They should be raised with the love his mother is providing them with, but that doesn’t mean he can make himself like it. Therefore, keeping himself detached from her life would also avoid any unnecessary strife.

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[sunnyie-eve]

Devastated || 1. The Island

Paring: (Christopher "Sully" Sullivan x Original Female Character Mance!)

Word Count: 2660

Warnings: slight language

Next: Untimely

Jennifer gets out of her taxi heading to the boat, and Henry sees her, so he rushes down to her, "I was worried you wouldn't make it because of your text stuck in traffic." He hugs her.

"I made my driver take every back road there was. No way I would miss this day." She smiles, hugging him back, "Abby here yet?"

"Not yet."

"She'll show up. She's like me. She won't miss this day either." Jennifer hugs him again before they go join the others.

He, Abby, and Jennifer were best friends when they were kids. Abby and Jennifer lived on the island, while Henry and his family would come just for the summer.

"Champagne for the lady." Sully holds out a glass for her.

"Really, Sully? You know her." Danny grabs a beer for her, so she takes it from him.

"Thank you."

"You haven't changed a bit in a year, have you?" Sully smiles down at her.

"Neither have you, playboy?"

"Hey, I've changed." He gets defensive.

"I doubt that based on how you're reacting to me calling you that, honey." She drinks her beer while the guys laugh.

When Abby shows up, they hug for a while before drinking with the guys, "How does it feel going back?" Abby asks her.

"I think I should be asking you that question, Abs."

"It's just for a little while." Abby drinks, "Plus, I need to go home, or I never will."

"I agree with that for you."

"Why exactly did you leave the island?" Abby asks.

"My mom thought it was best for me. To get out and go to a good college. She didn't want me staying there after everything and him trying to kill her too." Jennifer explains to her.

"Did you actually want to leave, or were you forced to like me?"

"It was a mixture... I've always wanted to leave, but I didn't want to leave behind the same person you did." Jennifer explains, looking out at the water.

"Have you been in contact with him?" Abby asks, so she shakes her head no.

"I mean, I've tried, but he never answered me."

"Well, he knows it wasn't 100% your idea to leave the island; it was y'all's moms." Abby tries to comfort her.

"Yeah, so why is he upset with me?"

"It's been long enough for him to get over it." Abby puts an arm around her shoulder.

Some time on the boat, Abby and Jenny walk around, running into Henry watching Trish's family take a photo, "Shouldn't you be there?" Danielle asks him.

"I don't think that's the plan. There'll be plenty of photo ops this week."

"That is very true." She laughs as the three look at the water now.

"You didn't think I was going to show, did you?" Abby asks him.

"I knew you were coming, and Jenny knew too." He laughs.

"I didn't. But I realized if I didn't come home now. I might never. And that scared me."

"You know, it's been seven years, Ab, since the murders. The islands moved on. It feels normal again. That's why Trish and I are getting married there. You'll see, it's the place we loved as kids." He explains to her.

"That would be nice." She smiles before Jennifer starts to bring up funny memories from their childhood.

"Abby and Jenny should have been his best man/ men's instead." Danny tells the group as he sees the three laughing.

"You're mixing up best man with best friend. Best friend takes care of the feelings. Best man takes care of the bachelor party." Sully corrects him, "And those two are the best friends."

"You're still mad; Jennifer never fell for your charm?" Booth makes the guys laugh.

"We don't know if that's true."

"Yes, we do." Danny nods his head.

"Last time she saw you, she said word for word, never going to happen." Malcolm reminds him.

Sully looks over at Jennifer in the distance, "She's just playing hard to get."

"Sure." They all tell him.

When they get to the island, Jennifer sees her brother, so she walks over to him as he walks to her. "Welcome home, stranger. I would hug you, but I don't want you to smell bad since you're just here for a wedding."

"So you're still upset with me for leaving, I see." She sighs.

"I'm not upset you left... I'm-, How about when you have time, we can catch up?" Jimmy asks his sister.

"I would like that, and I'll be looking forward to it." She smiles, starting to walk away, "Oh, I missed you, loser." She turns back to him before joining the others.

"You okay?" Henry sees a look in her eyes.

"Yeah, just talked to Jimmy. Said we'll meet up when I'm free." She takes a seat on the golf cart.

When they arrive at the Candlewick Inn, Jennifer walks away from going toward the path Abby should be coming from at some point.

"Waiting for your sister?" Henry jokes since when they were younger, they acted like sisters growing up.

"I'm worried about her out there. The tree is on the way here, Henry. I should have walked with her." She looks at him with a worried expression.

"Then let's go find her. Would that make you feel better?" Jennifer quickly nods her head, so they walk to go find Abby, and when they do, she was looking up at the tree.

"It's okay. The killer's dead. Wakefield is dead." Henry explains as she bumps into them and gets spooked, "Should've cut down that tree a long time ago. Come on, come on. Let's get out of here. It's a good thing Jenny wanted to come look for you."

The three walk in silence till Abby speaks up as they arrive, "Look, sooner or later, I was gonna walk past that tree, so I thought... why not get it out of the way?"

"Yeah. No, great. Ease into it. Make Jen worry. Hey, maybe we can drop in and say hi to your dad while we're at it. Okay, bad idea." He laughs as she kicks him playfully.

"Henry! Henry Dunn! You're here!" Maggie rushed over and was happy to see the girls too.

"Don't worry me. Got it?" Jenny faces Abby.

"I'll be fine. I promise." They laugh to go get their room keys.

Meanwhile, Jimmy was still working when Shane joked about the boat. "Who did he bring in today?" He asks Jimmy.

"A wedding party. Trish Wellington is marrying Henry Dunn."

"Really? The Princess and the Pauper." Shane jokes.

"Henry's okay."

"For a guy who only came to the island for the summers and knew a lot about boats. Tell me his psycho little brother isn't coming." Shane says working.

"I don't know. I'll tell you who did come, though. Abby."

"Don't go back to that, man. She dumped you. She didn't even give you a kiss goodbye in the rearview mirror." Shane sighs before they go on talking about her.

"Also, my sister came too." Jimmy gets out of the water after helping Al.

"You're sister? Jenny's back?" Shane crosses his arms.

"Yep,"

"So she'll come back for her friend's wedding but not to visit her brother?" Shane laughs.

"Our mom is the one who got her off the island. And she has tried reaching me in the past, but I ignored her." Jimmy explains.

"What? She tried once in seven years?"

"No. It's my fault anyways." Jimmy sits down.

"Still, dude. She could have come to visit you anytime and never did."

"Are you mad for me and my relationship with my sister? Or are you mad because when she left, you two were on bad terms, and you're still butt hurt?" Jimmy chuckles.

"First one because I don't care that she decided to ditch me for the city life."

Jimmy just looks at his friend, "You sound so believable right now. Again, our mom wanted her off the island after everything."

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For the dinner party, Jennifer got dressed, did her makeup, and curled her hair before heading out. As she walked in, the first person she saw was Trish, so she went over to her, "I'm gonna say this again. If Henry was to marry anyone, I'm so glad it is you. Other than being around Abby and me, especially when we were younger... I've never seen him so happy. You two are basically made for each other."

"Aw, thank you, Jennifer. That means a lot to me, especially since you're like a sister to him. I know you know him way more than me, so you saying you really see it makes me so happy." Trish hugs her, "By the way, Sully is eyeing you from the table." She laughs.

"I'm not surprised."

"You really aren't going to give him a try? He's been trying for like eleven years." Trish holds her arm.

"He's never given a reason why I should. Trish, tell me does he look like he settles? He eyes every single girl there is."

"I guess you're right. But I wouldn't blame you for just playing around with him." Trish winks, going over to the girls while Jenny goes to the bar.

"Look at you. I'd be careful around Sully." Henry walks up to her side.

"Trish said he's already eyeing me." Jenny gets her drink, so Henry looks back, and sure enough, Sully was.

"Well, I know I don't have to worry about you since you've made it clear he's not exactly your type." Henry says, making her laugh.

"I'm a smart lady. Save myself the heartbreak for when he's ready to move on to the next hot girl that catches his eye."

"Sully is a good friend of mine, but you're one of my best friends, so I know you could do better than him." Henry pulls her into his side.

"Can I? My first boyfriend was Shane Pierce. I feel like Sully is at least a step up." She giggles, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hey, I was your first kiss."

"Yeah, and I went downhill from there." Jenny laughs as Sully comes over to get drinks.

"Jenny, you look good tonight." He gives her a smile.

"You know she always looks good, Sully." Henry laughs as she leaves to go talk to the guys.

"Did you try putting in a word for me?" Sully asks once she is gone.

"Sully,"

"Dude, I asked you, and you said you would help me. I've been trying for eleven years, man." Sully whines.

"Exactly, you've been trying for eleven years, and she hasn't cracked once." Henry looks over at her chatting with the guys.

"Come on, for your buddy. I just need you to talk her into giving me a try. She'll listen to you because you're her best friend." Sully grabs his drink before going back to the guys. "How do you feel being back home?" He asks her.

"Weird, but okay." She drinks her drink. The guys start to chuckle as they watch him try to chat with her and fail, "Am I missing a joke or?" She looks at the guys, confused.

"Just a guy thing." Danny says, so she nods her head and, feeling awkward, goes to join the bridesmaids.

"Hi, Jennifer." Lucy smiles.

"Hello girls." Jenny takes a seat.

"I have to ask because you're best friends with Henry. Have you two ever hooked up?" She asks, causing Jenny to laugh.

"God, no. When we were younger, he was my first kiss, and it was hilarious, but no, nothing else ever than that." She explains to them, so they drop it till time passes, then ask Abby the same as she sits down with them.

"I...umm..." Abby was cut off by Henry putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Hey! You having fun? Has anyone seen JD?" He asks the four.

"I'm on it; I'll find him." Abby gets up.

"Oh, I'll help you." Jenny gets up too.

"No, wait, that's not why, I asked." Henry stops them.

"We know. Go find that fiancée of yours, and let us worry about finding your brother." Abby tells him before they walk away.

"Oh, hey you might wanna start...,"

"At the Cannery. We're on it!" They say at the same time to him.

When they get to the Cannery, Nikki sees them right away, and they all hug each other happily to see one another.

While Abby goes to the bar, Jenny sees Jimmy, so she goes over to him, "Eww, look at you all dressed up." He laughs at her.

"It was a dinner party. I have to dress up. I can't wear a rubber apron and gloves with boots." She hugs him and sees Shane behind him. "Shane." She gives him a head nod.

"What are you girls doing here?" Jimmy asks.

"Came to find the younger Dunn, which we did. Now, I'm gonna get a beer while you call Abby to come play some pool." She pats his arm. "Nikki, please get me something I can't get at a wedding dinner party, please." Jenny leans on the bar.

"Got you babe."

"I'm surprised you came back even for a wedding after you left in such a rush?" Shane walks up next to her.

She looks at him annoyed, "You know it was my mom who sent me away, Shane. I told you that the day before I left."

"But you never came back to visit, Jimmy... You left your brother. And you didn't come back when your parents died either."

Jennifer grabs his arm, moving them to the side away from fewer people, "I know that, and I regret leaving Jimmy to deal with all that alone, but I couldn't do it. I have my reason why I didn't come back and why I was okay with my mother sending me away." She tells him. "And yes, your points are valid for Jimmy to be upset with me but not you, so stop pretending you're upset I'm back for Jimmy's sake. Just man up and say you're upset because I left you."

"Yeah, I'm upset. We were supposed to fix what happened, and the next thing I know, you were running off to go to the big city to go to a big fancy college." Shane does exactly what she asked him to do. "You made it seem like you deserved better than all of this."

"I didn't think I deserved better. I've always wanted to get off this island, and I finally could. I wish it was on my own terms, but I still got to go. I wanted to do something and see how it was out there. You know how boring it gets here."

"Seven years and didn't come back." Shane ads again.

"Again, I had my reasons." She sighs

"What reasons?" He gets a little loud with her.

"My father hated me because of my mother. My mother was almost murdered but got away. She went crazy with me and demanded I had to leave because she didn't believe Wakefield was dead and he would take me from her. Whatever that was supposed to mean. My father threatened me that if I ever stepped foot on this island, I would regret it. I was scared, Shane. I was scared to come back home, and I wanted to come back."

Shane stays quiet but then sees Kelly talking to JD, so he goes over to them, starting shit with JD. "Shane! Stop it!" Jennifer rushes over as he kicks the shit out of JD.

"That's enough, Shane!" The sheriff shows up so Jimmy gets Shane away from JD.

"Hi, dad." Abby tells him.

"You're fucking ridiculous." Jennifer shoves Shane on the way out since the Sheriff was going to drive the three back to the Inn.

[nemobeatrice]

The Golden Miners - Chapter 1: The Gang Meets Giorno

I think I might change the name of this fic. I really don't know.

Ao3

Quotev

Wattpad

Fugo awaited Giorno at the hotel he stayed. He waited for a few minutes, thinking he would take a while. The elevator dinged, and Giorno was by himself. Curious, he wondered where Giorno’s parents were.

“Panna!” Giorno embraced him. “We’ll be alone together. My dad trusts you to show me around. And—ugh, it’s so hot out! How can you stand it? No wonder why your outfit has so many holes.”

“I have an older friend whose shirts have a boob window. Have you tried that?” Fugo suggested.

His face turned red. He wore a white t-shirt, teal shorts, and sandals, dressed perfectly for the summer. “Ah, no. I feel like people will stare at me.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ve seen what Trish wears. It gets hot here. Speaking of Trish, do you want to head over to Libeccio for lunch? That’s where we’re going to meet up. They’ve been dying to see you.”

“It’s lunch already?

“Nearing. Narancia said he wanted to discuss something. Have you had Italian food besides spaghetti and pizza?”

“Ah, no, I’m afraid that’s it.”

Fugo grabbed his hand and headed to the restaurant. “You should see what’s on their menu.”

“Wait, hold on!” Giorno said.  “I need to text my dad where I’m heading to.” Before he could quickly text his dad, Fugo caught a glimpse of his lock screen, an old photo of him from his Tumblr.

“Want to make a new photo for your lock screen?” Fugo asked.

“Sure, but are you sure we should do this in the middle of the street?”

“Yeah, we should probably hurry.”

“Perhaps next time with a scenic background.”

They held each other’s hands as they hurried down the street. Libeccio wasn’t far from where they were, and when they got inside, the host sat them down with their friends.

“Wait, Fugo, is this Giorno?” Narancia asked. “I thought he had black hair. Seriously, did you dye it before coming here?”

“Yeah, this is him,” he answered. “His hair somehow turned blond while flying here.”

Mista laughed. “Come on, man. You believe that?! He so dyed his hair to impress you.”

“But it did happen.” Giorno frowned slightly.

“Mista.” Fugo’s brows furrowed.

“Well, whether he dyed it or just so happened to turn, I think he looks great,” complemented Trish, who noticed how defensive Fugo was.

“Narancia, didn’t you have something to say?” asked Sheila.

“Oh yeah! Guys, I think we should make a Minecraft YouTube channel. I haven’t thought of a name, though.”

“Just wondering, what about our channels? Also, we might get tired of Minecraft. Are we allowed to upload other games on the channel as well?”

“You guys can upload whatever you guys want on your channel.”

“Should we make a group account?” Trish asked. “Maybe Mista, you, or I could run it. We’ll need to make a Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram account.”

“Yuck, Facebook?” Narancia’s face grimaced. “Maybe if we want Boomers following us. As for the Twitter account, I have lots of followers, but I don’t think we should make a Twitter account for our group. Also, we still need to think of a name. Mista, have you thought of any?”

“How about La Squadra?”

“Sounds basic. Any other ideas, anyone?”

The table was quiet.

“The Golden Mob,” Giorno said.

Everyone’s ears perked up, and Fugo quickly shut his mouth.

“Careful when saying the word mob,” he told him. He removed his hand. “It’s a great name, but we can’t go around school telling everyone to subscribe to the Golden Mob.”

“Golden Miners? Because we’re miners and also minors.”

“Except me!” Mista said. “I’m 18. I like that name a lot. So, are we calling our channel that?”

“Let’s put a hold on it,” Fugo said. “We should start our channel when Giorno returns home.”

“No, let Giorno live here!” Narancia said.

“Do you know how long it’ll take for that to happen?”

“No. Can’t you just marry him?”

Fugo was in mid-drink when he said that and spat it out, accidentally getting Giorno wet. The two blonds blushed.

Fugo wiped him off with a napkin. “I’m so sorry.” Once he was dry, he faced Narancia. “We would have to wait for Giorno to turn 18, which would take three years. And first off—” Fugo heard Giorno’s stomach rumble. “Never mind. We’ll discuss Italian citizenship later. Giorno’s hungry, and it’s a long pain-in-the-ass topic to talk about. I’m thinking about getting the lasagne. Darling, what about you?”

“Spaghetti,” Giorno answered.

“Hmm, spaghetti? Don’t you want to try something different? Don’t you like octopus salad? They have it right here on the menu.”

“I had that before I flew to Italy. Maybe I’ll try it next time.”

A waitress came over and took everybody’s order. While they waited for their food to arrive, they made small talk.

“Hey, guys, I think I might have two channels,” Fugo said. “One will have my Twitch highlights, and the other will have my past streams. As for the group channel, it’ll mostly focus on Minecraft videos, but we’ll have other videos uploaded as well.”

“What’s the point of calling ourselves the Golden Miners if we aren’t strictly a Minecraft YouTube channel?” Narancia asked.

“People might lose interest in Minecraft one day. We need to grow and make different types of videos.”

“Do our channels have to be strictly gaming channels? I have some ideas,” Trish said.

“What you guys do on your channel is up to you, but our YouTube channel has to be strictly gaming.”

The waiter came back with their food. Giorno had spaghetti, Fugo had lasagna, Mista had a strawberry shortcake, Narancia had some pizza, and the girls shared some crab. They finished their meal quickly, hoping to spend time with Giorno.

“Hey, Fugo, where will you take me?” Giorno asked.

“Want me to take you to the Naples National Archaeological Museum?”

“I’d love to go there! Do you guys want to come?”

They left Libeccio and headed to the museum. When they arrived, hardly anyone was inside. They all quietly chatted while walking, however.

“No one’s here except for us,” Giorno noted. “Is that normal?”

“We’re too busy with school to come down here,” Fugo answered. “I can’t believe I never asked this before, but back when we used to help each other with our homework, how much time do you spend doing homework?”

“I’d say about four hours. Why?”

“No way!” Narancia commented.

“Oh man,” replied Trish, “we spend around seven hours doing ours.”

“Hey, guys, can we not talk about homework?” Mista asked.

“Yeah, I don’t want a reminder of how it sucks here,” Sheila complained.

Giorno could feel the tension from the group and tried to keep their minds off of school. “This statue in the middle of the room is shiny. Amazing.” He looked over to see a bust of a man and walked over to it. “Oh, and the details on this guy’s beard. Hey, how often do you see people with beards walking around?”

Trish stuck her tongue out in disgust. “Ugh, I hate guys with beards! It feels filthy.”

“How would you know? Did you kiss a guy with one?” Narancia inquired.

“No, but I see guys get food on their beards. Ugh! I think it’s a growing trend because there are a lot of guys now with beards.”

“Will you guys ever get beards?” Sheila asked the boys.

They shook their heads no and caused her to giggle.

They headed into the next room, where the Artemis of Ephesus caught Giorno’s attention.

“Wow!” He then headed over to the museum label. “The scrota? Oh. That’s what that was.”

“These are copies,” Fugo said. “I wonder where the original ones are at.”

Trish blushed, trying to avoid staring at the nude statues. “C-can we get out of here? This place is a sausage fest.”

Sheila walked over to a marble dog statue. “Aw, look, Trish, a puppy!”

She quickly stood next to her. “This is a much better view.”

The group continued exploring, walking down a hallway with more statues.

“Hey, you noticed how the naked statues of women try to cover themselves up?” Sheila remarked.

“Yeah,” Trish replied, “and the men are proudly showing off their junk.”

They were in the room with the sculptures from the Baths of Caracalla.

“Everything is huge,” Narancia said.

“Yeah, it’s probably cause you’re short.” Mista snickered.

“Don’t underestimate the little guys!”

Mista ignored him and looked at a statue of a naked man. “Damn, this guy has some cheekage.”

Narancia put a hand to his statue’s butt cheeks and giggled.

“Oh my gosh, will you two grow up?” Fugo complained. “I’m sure we aren’t allowed to touch the statues. Also, where’s Giorno?”

On the other side of the hall, Giorno was over at the Group with the torment of Dirce .

“Wow, this guy really is an Italophile,” Fugo heard one of them mutter.

He turned around, scowling. “What was that?”

“You’re lucky to find a guy like him,” Narancia answered. “Honestly, I think our culture is kind of boring, but this guy likes everything.”

Fugo approached Giorno and grabbed his hand. “Come on. We should check the other rooms.”

They went around the museum, admiring the old sculptures. Then, Giorno realized something.

“On the naked statues,” he began, “there were handprints of their asses. Do people touch the rears of these sculptures?”

Fugo looked at Narancia.

“Don’t look at me!” The black-haired boy blushed.

The girls giggled.

“Don’t go around touching people's asses,” commented Mista.

“You’re the one touching the statues’ breasts!” Narancia replied.

Everyone in the group started laughing, including Fugo.

Since they had seen half of the museum, they ascended upstairs to see what else was on display, which happened to be the mosaics from Pompeii.

“These floor mosaics are beautiful,” Giorno commented.

“I know, right?” Sheila agreed. “I want a giant kitchen with beautiful mosaic tile. What about you guys? Have you thought about your dream house?”

“I’d rather live somewhere small, away from my family and servants,” Fugo answered. “Giorno, what about you?”

“I haven’t given it any thought. I guess where ever you want to live.”

“Younger me wanted to live in the Barbie Dreamhouse,” Trish said. “I still do.”

“Oh, I think I know what you’re talking about,” Mista said to Trish. “Yeah, that house looks sweet. If you ever find something like that, can I live with you? I’ll clean your house as long as I can go down the slide whenever I feel like it.”

“I want to live with you guys too!” Narancia said.

“Hey, Trish,” Sheila said, “I think you’re going to need to find a bigger house than Barbie Dreamhouse if you’re going to live with those two.”

The group later completed the tour of the museum and stood outside.

“If I had gone alone, I probably would’ve been bored,” Fugo said. “This was fun. Guys, what about you?”

Everyone agreed it was fun.

“Seeing the sculptures reminds me of this guy I passed by a few months ago,” Mista said. “I think he was a sculptor because he had these statues near his house, but they seem like the people I walk past by. It’s not that artistic nudity crap we saw back there. That guy gave me the creeps.”

“Can we see him?” Giorno asked.

“What? No, I don’t want to see that guy.”

“Are you talking about Scolippi?” Fugo replied. “If Giorno wants to see him, we’ll see him. And Mista, you’re coming with us. I don’t remember where he lives. What will you guys do in the meantime?”

“I think we’re all going to head home,” Narancia answered. “My brain hurts.”

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The three walked to the sculptor’s house. Scolippi lived in an old three-story house, where a few of his artworks greeted the visitors.

“That statue looks just like that one pissed-off guy who works at that ice cream parlor,” Mista commented. “God, it looks like he wants to kill me. I’m out!”

Fugo grabbed onto his shirt, stopping him from successfully running away. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He gave him a death stare. “We want to see how scary he is.”

Giorno knocked on the door to have Scolippi greet them. His hair was the color of lavender and adorned with metal clips, and he stared blankly at them.

“Hello, come in,” he said.

Giorno went in first, and Fugo had to drag Mista in. The three followed Scolippi to a room where he worked on his sculptures. Finished statues decorated his room, but they noticed an incomplete one. Despite its incompletion, Mista knew who it was.

“Isn’t that Bruno Bucciarati?”

“Who?” Giorno questioned.

“My parents got into a fight one day to the point they went to seek a marriage counselor,” Fugo said. “I was 13 then, but that’s when I met him. He tried to cheer me up even though I didn’t care if they were fighting. You might like him. Bruno’s friendly, and you might get along with him. However, he’s studying and trying to become a marriage counselor himself. Oh, and that’s the guy with the boob window.” He looked at the incomplete statue. “Nice work so far.”

Giorno looked at Scolippi. “Scolippi, right? I’m Giorno. I like your artwork. Just wondering, do you make fan art?”

“No, but I can. Why?”

“Could you make a sculpture of my original Assassin’s Creed character with Fugo’s?”

“You’re going to bother him with a request like that?” Mista asked.

“I’ve never done a request like that,” Scolippi answered Giorno. “I’ll need to see the details of these characters. Also, I need to know if you want a full body or bust and the size.”

“Wait, you can do that?” Mista questioned again. “Um, what if it's very detailed?”

“I can work with plenty of details, assuming I’m not under a time limit.”

Mista smiled and was no longer afraid of the sculptor. “Sweet! I might come here next time.”

“How much will this cost?” Giorno asked.

“Whoa, let me pay for it!” Fugo said. He then whispered to him, “You know I have lots of money.”

“You can’t ask your parents forever,” he whispered back. “Besides, my dad has a couple of euros to spare.”

“Wait, Giorno,” Mista interrupted them. “How are you going to bring it on the plane? We don’t even know how long it’ll take.”

“I’m not taking it home with me. I’m gifting it to Fugo.”

“What? Really? Giorno, you don’t have to.”

Giorno kissed him on the lips. “You’ve given me everything I ever wanted. It’s my turn to give something to you.”

Fugo embraced him, returning a kiss while Mista stuck his tongue out in disgust.

Scolippi cleared his throat. “I need to see the image and know what size.”

“Sorry.” Giorno showed him a picture of his original character along with Fugo’s. “Could you have them both about 15 centimeters? As for the money, I’ll need to call my dad.”

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They waited outside for Giorno’s dad to come to Scolippi’s house. A taxi arrived, and Giorno’s dad stepped out. For some reason, he was shirtless, causing Mista and Scolippi to blush furiously.

“Dad, why are you shirtless?”

“It’s hot.” He then stared at Scolippi. “You must be the sculptor. I’m Dio. Here’s the money.”

“W-wow, thanks. After I’m done with my work, can I sculpt you?”

Dio laughed. “Of course, you can. Do I have to pay for it too?”

“Oh, no. It’s free. On the house.”

“I thought you sculpt people without their permission,” Mista said.

“They don’t mind,” Scolippi replied. “Anyways, it’ll take some hours for me to complete the request.”

“Hey, Giorno,” Mista whispered, “you never told me your dad was hot.”

“My dad’s married,” he whispered.

“Tell him to get a divorce!”

“No!”

Dio approached his son. “It’s starting to get dark out, and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been here. Last time I visited, it wasn’t safe out.” He looked at Fugo. “And this must be the boy you love. I’m curious. What does your home look like?”

“I live in a mansion,” Fugo answered. “I don’t think my parents will let you in, though. They’re strict.”

“I want to see your house. We don’t have to go in. Will you show us?” Dio asked.

“Okay.”

“What about me?” Mista questioned.

“I’m sorry. There isn’t enough room,” Dio answered.

The blonds got into the taxi with Fugo sitting in the front, giving directions to his mansion. While in the car, Dio asked Fugo a few questions.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Dio asked.

“What do I want?” Fugo repeated. “I don’t know, honestly. My parents want me to be a lawyer, but I don’t know what I want.”

“Oho? I’m a lawyer.” He smiled.

“Where did you study?”

“I attended Hugh Hudson Academy and graduated as the top student. My brother was an archaeologist. We were good at rugby. With my brains and his brawns, we were unstoppable.”

“Brother?” Giorno interrupted. “Wait, I didn’t know I had an uncle. How come you never mentioned this before?”

“Did I say that?” His smile died. “It doesn’t matter. He’s dead.”

“Dead?” Giorno sounded shocked. He frowned. “What was he like?”

“He was—”

“We’re here,” the Taxi driver interrupted.

“This is my house,” Fugo said. “What do you think?”

Dio got out. Confused, Giorno and Fugo got out too.

“Almost reminds me of home,” Dio commented.

Fugo looked at Giorno. “Is your dad secretly rich?” he whispered.

He shrugged. If he was, why did they live in Tokyo?

“Come. I want to meet your parents,” Dio said.

They approached the mansion, and Dio rang the doorbell. One of the servants opened the door and then closed it to fetch Fugo’s parents. Later, Fugo’s parents opened the door, glaring at their child and then looking at the shirtless man. Both of them blushed.

“W-who are you?” Fugo’s mother asked.

“I’m Dio Brando, a lawyer. Next to me is my son, Giorno. May we come in?”

“Of course!”

“Darling, I don’t think we should let them in,” Fugo’s father objected.

“We can’t turn them away!”

“Excuse me, may we talk somewhere more private, away from the children?”

“I suppose so,” Fugo’s mother answered.

“Mother?” Fugo looked at her.

“Go upstairs to your room. Now. Take your friend with you.”

Fugo took Giorno’s hand and brought him to his room. His room was more spacious and had a lot of expensive-looking furniture, and he even had a bathroom. However, instead of playing a game, they lay on the double bed, discussing what happened.

“Your dad just convinced my parents to let you in,” Fugo said. “What’s up with that? They’re so strict.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Giorno replied. “Dad has never spoken about uncle before. I wonder what happened.”

They cuddled in bed.

“I wonder if it was something horrible that he didn’t want to describe,” Fugo said. “Wait, how much do you know about your grandparents on your dad’s side?”

“I know nothing. I’ll ask my dad about our family next time.”

Someone knocked on the door, and the boys sat straight on the bed.

“Yes?” Fugo responded.

“Your parents allowed Giorno to stay for the night,” said the servant behind the door. “His father is fetching his things.”

Fugo looked at Giorno. “What?” he whispered.

“I-I don’t know. I guess your parents aren’t as strict as you thought.”

Fugo wasn’t sure what was happening, but he accepted it. He was hoping Giorno would stay, and somehow, his parents let that happen, but he felt like Dio must’ve done something.

“Well, if my parents had become less strict, you want to get something from the kitchen? We have a lot of leftovers. The chef could make you something if you don’t like anything.”

“You have a chef? Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Let’s go!”

They rushed downstairs to the kitchen, enjoying the night together.

[girl-harbor]

That's when I knew.

We were in the grocery store last night. I had the cart pushed to the side of the aisle while he aimlessly looked at the cookies. A man who worked there was approaching and had several boxes in his hands. I quickly tried to tell him there was a man trying to get through as he lollygagged in the middle of the aisle. After a brief few seconds, he moved and the man was able to get down his intended aisle as he juggled the boxes. I said, "babe, he was trying to get passed you." To which he replied, "I don't care, he can wait." That's when I knew.

When I left home for ONE night to go on a work event trip, I called him before I went to bed and asked him to make sure that he let the dog out before he fell asleep. I noticed the last movement on the cameras was at 7:22pm. At 11:00pm, the dog surely needed to go out. We hung up the phone and I went to bed. I was anxious the next morning when I saw the next movement on the camera was only after 5:00am. He never left the dog out. That's when I knew.

My dog attacked him. He had bitten him a few times within the first few weeks, but then actually attacked him. Puncture marks all over his hands and wrists. This was a shock to me. And to him. And I understand how hurt and upset and mad and frustrated someone could be after this. But he said, "next time your dog bites me, I'll kill him." That's when I knew.

I had an upcoming event for work and I asked him to go with me and volunteer (honestly, mostly so that we could spend time together and he could see what I do for work). I wasn't sure what to expect from the event; it was my first year attending as well. There wasn't much to do. He probably didn't need to be there, but I tried to continue talking to him and making him feel a part. I went out to the ice in the arena to take photos of the hockey games. I got up on the platform behind the players and a few of them helped hoist me up (by using their shoulder pads or hands). I looked back and he was gone. I had a text that said, "I'm taking a nap in the car." Fine. I'll give him some grace because it was a long day and he got bad news the day before. He just needed a bit to himself. But I was wrong. He didn't come back in the rest of the night, which was 3-4 hours later. From there, we had to go to the after party and he said he wanted to go in. His head was in his hands the entire time. He didn't get food. He didn't talk. He didn't smile. Our partner who hosted the event even said, "your boyfriend doesn't like hockey so much, does he?" And my worker Trish asked, "do you think he will volunteer again?" I was so embarrassed, mortified even. That's when I knew.

When I try to talk to him about what's wrong or how I feel, I'll get no response. He has actually not said a word. I've said, "if you continue to not answer me, I won't be able to do this. I will lose it." And still not a word is said. That's how I know.

[mynameiscaroldanvers]

@akatrishtalks cont from here 

[✉️ ➡️Carol✨]: i’m doing great. only dropped my keys /twice/ trying to open the door with the sling on.

(✉ → Sex Kitten): Aww, that’s so cute. You need someone to come take care of you? And I think you /know/ what I mean when I say that. 😏

[isablooo]

I couldn't be in vento aureo because after one battle I'd have to sleep for 12 hours to recover 😭😭😭 I couldn't keep at it for 4 days straight

[bellarosethefangirl]

Hello! I was wondering if you still do other requests! I have one for JJBA! Could I have bucciarati gang + trish comforting their s/o through some past trauma, I don't mean to make it all sad more of like angst + comfort!

Author Note: Yes I do! I don’t mind this request. I enjoy writing comfort/angst. Thanks for adding Trish Una and requesting this

Bucci gang Comforting Their S/o Through Past Trauma 💙

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno will listen carefully to what you say about your trauma. He’s very comforting and affectionate. He’ll hold you in his arms while you tell him about it.

He’s saddened hearing about your trauma but he’s assuring that he’ll be there for you

Bruno is understanding and he’ll want to help in anyway he can

He’s going to give you his condolences as he’s talking to you

Bruno’s extra careful with you about the topic when discussed or brought up again

Over all he’ll take extra precaution of your well being and checks on your emotional stress, mental health

Narancia Ghirga

He’ll be incredibly worried about you. He’s giving you such saddening eyes. To think his beloved has been through so much. He’s easily holding your hand.

He’ll tell you how awful it is you’ve been through so much and how you didn’t deserve it. He wants to let you know that your loved ones are always there for you including himself

He’ll hold both your hands and look you in the eyes as he’s talking to you the entire time.

Narancia will hug you if you cry. He’ll wipe your tears with his hands and kiss your face.

He wants you to let your emotions out and to tell him all the pain you’ve been through so he can comfort you about it

When your not looking he wipes a tear from his eye

Narancia will invite you on relaxing walks with him a lot so he can be there for you more often

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo feels so heart broken upon you revealing your trauma to him. He would never want you to go through something like it. He understand how it feels more than anyone.

Fugo tells you how strong you are and how he is there for you

He’s also going to hold your hand. His grip will tighten slightly when your head is down cast and he’ll express his thoughts to you.

Fugo will want to know everything, as long as you’re willing. He’ll place a comforting hand on your shoulder while he’s listening.

If you cry he uses his handkerchief to wipe your tears and he wraps his arm around you while you’re talking.

Fugo will be reassuring and really comforting due to his understanding

Fugo will write you love letters expressing so much comforting words from now on. Expect them at least once a week unless his work load is too much or he’s overly stressed

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is someone who would be shocked at first before giving you such a sad expression. The last thing he would want is for this to happen to you.

He’s going to have such a sad expression on his face

Leone wraps an arm around you as he listens. He’ll want you to lean against him or lay your head on your shoulder if you like.

He’ll tell you what’s on his mind and helpful words.

He’s pretty understanding and will want to be helpful

He won’t push it but he’ll tell you expressing it to other close loved ones would be helpful too

If you cry he’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder. He kisses your forehead.

He’ll buy you CDS so you atleast have your favorite music when he’s not there. He lets you barrow his own CDS too. If you don’t use CDS he pays for your Spotify premium, music apps or however it is you access music. He wants something good quality for you.

He’s going to send more text messages comforting you and asking about your well being

Trish Una

She’ll also be heart broken upon knowing you’ve been through so much. Her eyes glisten as she gives you a worried expression.

She’ll listen to all you have to say and express her concern for your well being

If you’re okay with it she’ll like to sit on your lap and hold you in her arms so you can lay your head against her should or chest, or she’ll also want you to lay in her arms.

She used her handkerchief to wipe your tears if you cry. It smells like chamomile and her

Trish wants to tell you how strong you are and how she’s honored you’d tell her about your trauma since it isn’t easy expressing. She loves you and wants to tell you she is there for you.

Trish also wants to have a full on conversation about what happened and gives you words of affirmation

Every once in a while she’ll make you a card comforting you about your trauma. They’re kind words of affirmation without directly talking about your trauma

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno will listen to all you have to say before responding

He tells you his exact thoughts. How it’s saddening you’ve been through such trauma, how he’ll do everything in his power to help, and his responses to what happened to you.

He has a worried expression and he’s going to hold your face the entire time. He’ll rub his thumb affectionately on your cheek to comfort you. If not he’ll lightly hold your face. Leaning against his touch will be comforting because he’s so gentle and his hand smells like flowers.

Giorno expresses comforting words and he’ll give you helpful words

If you cry he’s holding you in his arms or sitting you on his lap to hold your hand while the other wipes your tears

When he’s in bed that night hell stay up thinking about it and tears up a bit about it. He‘s more than motivated to help you. He’s going to call you from work everyday to check on you and your over all well being.

Guido Mista

He’s going to be shocked by all that has happened to you but the minute you bring it up he’s right by your side

Mista wants you to express everything to him

He’ll give you helpful words and how you need to express your feelings to all your loved ones too. He thinks it’s important for your well being but he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable bringing it up.

He wants to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you

Guido promises to be there for you. He’s having a full on discussion with you about what you’ve brought up.

If you cry he wants to sit you on his lap or lay you against his chest

His words will be comforting and meaningful

From then on he’ll make you breakfast every morning or take you out in the morning so he can spend more time with you. Asking about your mental status, how you’re doing, he wants to make sure you’re okay, that everything is going to be okay if you feel as though it’s not.

[lady-wallace]

I’m Not Okay (I Promise): Whumptober Day 15 (JJBA)

I’ve wanted to do a story involving Giorno and kintsugi (the art of repairing pottery with gold) and I’m so happy to finally have gotten to do that with today’s @whumptober prompt. 

Also, this is canon compliant and set a few years in the future (Giorno is 20)

Prompt: “Emotional Damage” (lies, new scars, breathing through the pain)

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5

Character: Giorno

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Masterpost

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It wasn't even that bad.

That was what Giorno told himself as he stood in front of the mirror in his room, waiting for Gold Experience to finish healing the day's injuries. Never mind that it was scars upon scars, and they didn't heal the same as they used to. He didn't know why. It was like his Stand had lost the knack for it. Gold Experience didn't used to leave scars, still didn't when Giorno healed other people. For him, though, Gold Experience left only more lines carved into Giorno's flesh, reminders of each battle won.

Reminders that, to him, no matter the pain, it was worth it. He would always rather suffer the pain himself than lose another teammate. That was the one thing he couldn't bear.

As his Stand finished, he slipped his shirt and suit jacket back over his shoulders, covering those scars, and fixed the usual smile on his face so the others wouldn't see the pain. He was fine, and he would continue to be fine.

He had a meeting later that afternoon; a little makeup effectively covered the bruises on his face. Now that he had a few minutes, he thought he would make a cup of coffee before he went to discuss everything with Fugo prior to leaving for the meeting.

Mista found him first while he was in the kitchen. The gunman did not look happy.

"You went off without me again today."

Giorno shrugged, hiding the wince with practiced ease as the action caused injuries to smart. "It wasn't a problem. The job didn't require two people."

"That's not the point, Giorno!" Mista snapped. "You're the Don and I'm your bodyguard, it's literally my job to protect you, and I can't do that when you keep slipping off to take out drug rings alone."

Giorno sighed and spooned some sugar into his coffee before stirring it methodically. "I'm not calling your abilities into question, if that's what you're worried about."

Mista's mouth opened slightly, staring at him before he finally managed, "Giorno, that is the least of my worries. In fact, you are the one I'm worried about."

Giorno carefully put down the spoon and took up his cup. "You have no need to worry about me, Mista. I appreciate your concern, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." He made to leave the kitchen. "Now, I have a meeting to prepare for."

"Giorno," Mista stressed, reaching out to grab his shoulder as he passed him.

This time, Giorno wasn't quite able to hide the wince, inhaling sharply as Mista's hand clamped firmly around a fresh scar.

"Giorno, come on," Mista muttered quietly, a deep-seeded pleading in his voice.

Giorno breathed out slowly to steady himself and refused to meet Mista's eyes, angling them toward the hand on his shoulder instead.

"I have work to do, Mista."

The gunman swallowed hard but finally released him, watching him head toward the office.

Giorno tried to ignore the gunman's eyes boring into his back, the feeling of regret for pushing his friends away, but it was so difficult. He had scars, deeper than the ones on his body, that had still not healed, no matter how many years passed. And for as many as he collected on the outside, he could not allow any more to gather in his heart for fear that they would destroy him completely.

XXX

Trish stared at the text from Mista while she waited for the train to arrive at her stop.

He's doing it again. You need to come talk to him, he might listen to you.

Trish pressed her lips together tightly. She wasn't entirely sure about Mista's confidence. Despite the…thing—whatever yet-to-be-defined relationship she and Giorno had going—he didn't exactly open up to her. Giorno didn't open up to anyone. It had taken a miracle and several glasses of wine over a holiday dinner for him to admit he had feelings for her at all. He was frustratingly emotionally repressed.

But Trish couldn't help but love him. And she couldn't stand to see him so obviously hurting, refusing to let anyone help him.

Mista picked her up from the train station with a fond grin and a firm embrace.

"Hey, how have you been?"

Trish shrugged. "Oh, you know, the usual. I start getting the Autumn Line launches ready next month, which is when everything will really start getting hectic." She glanced up at him. "So, Giorno."

Mista's face fell. "He's taking missions alone again, and I know he's coming back hurt but he won't say it. He thinks he's hiding the bloody cloths, but I know because his succulent collection is growing—it's his favorite disposal method. And then, well, there's the scars. He also thinks he's hiding those, but I've caught sight of several when he's not so careful."

"Scars?" Trish asked, furrowing her brow. "But Gold Experience doesn't leave scars."

"Not when Giorno heals anyone but himself," Mista said grimly.

Trish processed the information, worry welling in her stomach as they drove back to the house.

Mista grabbed her bags for her as Trish went inside, catching Fugo in the kitchen as he was starting dinner.

"Hey," she said as he greeted her with a tired smile. "Do you know where Giorno is?"

"I think he's in his room," Fugo said.

Trish hurried upstairs and knocked on the closed door.

A hurried shuffling was heard from inside. "What is it?"

"Giorno, it's me," Trish called.

There was silence for a moment before the door finally opened, revealing Giorno wearing his silk robe and a fixed smile on his face. Trish tried not to think about how good he looked in the burgundy silk right now.

"Trish, I didn't think you were coming until the weekend."

"Yeah, well, I took some extra time off," she said with a small smile, glancing over his outfit again. "Are you going to bed already?"

"I was…just going to take a bath," Giorno replied, and stood there as if waiting for Trish to leave.

Which she did not do and wasn't planning on doing.

There was no point in beating around the bush either. It would never come up in conversation unless she pushed the topic and they had been ignoring this long enough.

"Giorno, Mista told me about the scars."

Giorno's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Trish took the opportunity to push her way into the room so Giorno couldn't close the door on her.

He finally cleared his throat and shut the door himself. "So you came to scold me too, is that it?"

"No, Giorno, I came to try and help you," Trish told him earnestly. "Why do you think it's necessary to do all of this yourself? Especially without Mista to watch your back?"

"Because he almost died three months, ago, remember?" Giorno demanded and the cracks appeared that he had obviously been trying so hard to hide. "Because someone who wanted to get back at me shot him in the heart, and if I hadn't been there that second he would have been dead. Gone. Like…like everyone else."

He turned his back on her, heading over to his windowsill where the collection of small houseplants and succulents had definitely grown since the last time Trish had been here. A couple beta fish also swam around in bowls, prisms from the water dancing across Giorno's face as he picked up a small watering can and began distributing it between the pots.

"If my position cannot even save the people I cherish most, then what good was any of this?" Giorno mumbled as if to himself. "When I started this crusade I was so young and so naïve. I thought any sacrifice was worth it. Spoken like a child who had never lost anything of import," he spat bitterly.

"You're scared. I understand," Trish said quietly.

Giorno shook his head. "It's not about being scared, it's knowing what I can bear, and I can't—"

He stopped, hand clenching around the watering can handle until his knuckles whitened. Trish watched as his throat bobbed and could see the brief glint of wetness in his eye before he forcibly blinked it away.

Trish sighed and moved to stand beside him. He turned away quickly and bent to put the watering can down, only to wince and curl and arm around his ribs.

"Giorno…" Trish said, heart aching, as she reached out.

Giorno grabbed her wrist before she could touch him, grip almost painful, before he seemed to realize what he was doing and loosened it.

"Why are there scars, Giorno?" Trish asked him.

"I don't know," he said flatly. "Gold won't heal them completely anymore. I don't know why."

"Giorno, Gold Experience is you," Trish said insistently. "Why are you not healing the scars?"

Giorno looked away again, and leaned against the windowsill, looking like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Trish could see one of those scars peeking out from the collar of his robe, fresh and pink, maybe even from today.

"I still think of them too. A lot," Trish told him quietly, a lump in her own throat as she reached out to take one of his hands in hers. Reluctantly, he allowed her to. "But Bucciarati wouldn't have wanted this for you."

"If I don't have these, then I'll dwell on the other ones too much," Giorno whispered suddenly and Trish suddenly understood and it sent a pang deep into her chest.

"Giorno, you don't have to carry this burden alone," Trish insisted. "I'm here. We're all here."

"I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Trish insisted, turning him around and reaching up to take his face between her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Share the burden. You think we would rather have you die than any of us?"

He looked away again, but she just turned him back around. "Giorno, we are here for you. You never have to feel bad about coming to us with your pain." She lowered one hand to rest over his heart. "Let us help carry the burden of the past. Don't just cover it up by hurting yourself more."

Giorno's shoulders suddenly slumped, seeming to have no more energy to keep himself upright. Trish pulled him into a firm embrace as his head lowered to rest on her shoulder. It was a second before she noticed that he was glowing and she felt her heart lift slightly, realizing that Gold Experience was finally finishing up healing his injuries.

But when Giorno pulled away, there was an odd expression on his face. He pulled down one shoulder of his robe and Trish gasped.

Veins of gold now traced across Giorno's arms and chest. Wherever there had been a scar the spot was now filled with gold that glinted in the sunlight.

Giorno stared, perplexed, as he ran his fingers over a particularly deep vein of gold on his shoulder. "This…"

"It's beautiful, but…I don't understand," Trish managed.

Giorno suddenly looked thoughtful as he continued to trace his now golden scars. "There's… an old Japanese tradition to fix broken pottery with gold. It's called kintsugi. I suppose…that this is Gold Experience's compromise."

"I think it's an acceptable compromise," Trish said and leaned forward to kiss a vein of gold that traced over Giorno's collarbone before she looked up at him before softly resting her fingers above his heart. "Perhaps someday, the same will happen to the other scars."

Giorno offered the first genuine smile she had seen all day. Small, but earnest. "Maybe it will."

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[kaunis-sielu]

Sidelines: Sick

@pagina16ps thanks for the prompt!

You’ve always enjoyed the week that you get to watch your nieces and nephews while your siblings head off on child free vacation. Daisy and Lincoln had taken the weekend and you had the week since your work schedule was a bit easier to work around on a week day.

At least until you’d gotten a call from the school. Trish was running a fever and could you please come and get her. So, you’d hopped into Danny’s truck and headed over to the school.

Two hours later, you’d had to pack Trish back into the car and gone back to the school to pick up Jessica who had thrown up. Both you and Foggy have already gotten the flu so you’re hoping that you’ll both stay healthy but the school asks you to just take him too when you’d gone back to get Jessica. Just in case.

“Can we order pizza?” Foggy asks as you walk back to the truck and Jessica blanches.

“I already have some food going. Besides, I don’t think Jess or Trish are going to want to smell pizza when they’re not feeling good.”

“Can I go to Matty’s?”

“No.” Foggy sighs heavily and you chuckle. “Sorry dude but we gotta keep the germs in the house.”

“Fine.” He agrees but he looks so disappointed.

“Once I get the girls settled and you finish your homework why don’t you and I play a game? Whatever board game you want.”

“Really?”

“Sure.” You tell him as Jess climbs into the back of the truck with her cousin. “Hop up front my dude.” You tell him as you circle the truck you text Steve.

You free tonight and willing to risk the flu?

You climb into the truck and just before you pull out of the parking spot you get a response from Steve.

I’m gonna need a bit more than that sweetheart. You wait until you’re back at the house, Foggy working on his homework and both girls in their respective beds, Trish in her bed and Jess in the guest room, before you text him back.

The girls are sick but Foggy and I are fine. He’s feeling a bit glum so I thought maybe you could come play some board games with us?

I can. Or I could take him out for a boys night? So the house is quiet for the girls?

Let me run it by Frank and Karen but I think he’d love that. This man.

After clearing it with Frank and Karen you let Steve know that they’re totally fine with him taking Foggy out for a while.

You don’t tell Foggy. When Steve texts you that he’s arrived you head out to meet him.

“Hey,” you say with a small smile.

“Hi Sweetheart.” He greets closing the door of his truck. You press a soft kiss to his lips but he pulls you closer and kisses you again. When he pulls away this time he smiles down at you.

“Hi.” You say again and he chuckles softly. “Foggy has no idea you’re taking him anywhere.”

“What time do you want him back?”

“7:30, it’s a school night and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to at least send Foggy tomorrow.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“This is huge, thank you.” You tell him and he kisses you again before you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him tightly. Steve wraps his arms around you, one hand sliding gently along your back.

“You okay Sweetheart?”

“Just a little stressed,” you admit into his chest. “I’ve never had to take care of sick kids before, not like this, so I’m a little nervous.”

“You want me to stay over?”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t.” He says and you sigh softly. “Before you ask if I’m sure, I’m sure. Foggy and I can stop at my place and pick up some stuff and I can come over.” You open your mouth to still ask if he’s sure when he chuckles softly, “Sweetheart I’m sure.”

“Okay, let’s go get Foggy.” You and Steve make your way into Danny and Colleen’s house.

“Auntie, can I have a snack?” Foggy asks when he hears you walk into the house,

“Sure but maybe wait a second and Steve can take you somewhere.” You tell him rounding the corner and Foggy’s mouth drops open. Steve chuckles from behind you,

“Hey Foggy. Wanna go to Starks and Stripes? We can do some bowling, arcade games or some laser tag?”

“Really?” Foggy asks and Steve nods. “Can I see if Matty can come?”

“No.” You answer before Steve can, “I don’t know if Matty has had the flu or the flu shot so I don’t want you accidentally getting him sick.” You explain before Foggy can argue.

“Okay,” he says before shoving his folder into his backpack.

Foggy and Steve are gone for four hours, they come rolling back into the house around 7:20 and Foggy has a huge grin on his face and several prizes in his arms.

“You guys have fun?” You ask as Foggy dumps all his stuff on the counter.

“Yea. Steve won like half of these in the football target game.”

“That, seems like cheating.” You tell a smirking Steve who just laughs and shrugs. “I’m glad you had fun. Why don’t you go shower and get ready for bed, if we have time we can watch one of those half hour shows.” Steve rounds the island as you talk to Foggy, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Okay! Thanks Steve!” Once Foggy tears up the stairs Steve tips your chin up with a curled finger and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.” You murmur after he pulls away.

“For what? Kissin’ you?” He teases and you roll your eyes fondly at him.

“For taking Foggy out. How did it go?”

“It was lots of fun. He gave me permission to marry you.”

“Oh my god. He is his father’s son.” You say with an embarrassed laugh.

“To be fair that was after I won all the prizes.” Steve admits and you laugh.

“Honestly, win the Super Bowl and you’ll probably get told the same thing by the rest of my family.”

“Good to know that’s all it’ll take to win their approval.”

“All? Steve that’s winning the Super Bowl!” You laugh and he gives you a little smirk and a half shrug,

“I’ve done it before, and for you? I’ll do it again.”

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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[cosmiccannibalcamille]

Everything you need to know about Mercury Retrograde

     Have you noticed a shift in your mental clarity? Are meetings, appointments and dates getting canceled and rescheduled? Have you been thinking of texting your ex? There’s an astrological explanation for this phenomena, and it’s called Mercury Retrograde. 

     Mercury Retrograde happens three times every year, so it’s really not that big of a deal. Right? Eh, not so much. 

     Astrological Mercury rules all forms of communication, from thinking, learning and studying, to writing and texting, as well as all telecommunications (smartphones, laptops, smartwatches-- you get the idea), electronics and appliances. Naturally, we can expect technological malfunctions, irritating miscommunication, and travel setbacks. Also: be careful with our words! Mercury, named after the Roman messenger god, holds dominion over our verbal communications as well. 

     If you read my article on Mercury like a good astro-student, than you know that mythological Mercury is also a trickster god. And we best see Mercury’s tricks when the planet is retrograde. These tricks take the form of Freudian slips, badly worded texts, DMs sent to the wrong person (or people-- yikes), problems with Zoom and email misspellings or subject-line flubs. 

     Mercury Rx’s tricks also have to do with interpersonal communication. 

     During Mercury Retrograde, exes magically reappear into your life, either in person or through some sort of correspondence. This will be especially prevalent during this upcoming Mercury Retrograde cycle, since it takes place in Libra, the sign of partnerships.  

     Former flames may all of a sudden send you a “Hey, it’s been a minute” text, DM you on IG or re-add you on Snapchat. Exciting though the seemingly unexpected communication may be, don’t continue the conversation. (They’re your ex for a reason, aren’t they?) It’ll fizzle out before anything serious happens anyway.

     Another important note to keep in mind during Mercury Retrograde are the three R’s: Review, Revise, and Reconsider. These were coined by astrologer Trish McGregor, and they are:

Review any texts, emails, or essays before sending or submitting (this includes proposed texts to that ex). 

Revise errors and look for content that could be misconstrued by the receiver. 

Reconsider sending out job/internship applications, or agreeing to any contracts.

     Our decision-making abilities are skewed during Mercury Retrograde, but that doesn’t mean we can’t navigate its choppy communication waters. Mishaps and mistakes are unavoidable, but they’re also not the end of the world. Mercury Retrograde happens three times a year. If you can survive one, you can survive them all. 

To read more, check me out on Medium.com

[mrsgiovanna]

Bucci Gang first date headcanons

Just imagining how great dates with gang-stars would be 🥺💭❤️

Bruno Bucciarati

He’s confident when he asks you out, he’s someone who knows what he wants, and isn’t afraid to go after it.

He’s definitely the most elegant and suave member of the group. He’d plan to wine and dine you at a fancy restaurant, in a secluded corner reserved just for you both.

Would send you your favorite flowers on the morning of the date with a note saying that he can’t wait to see you.

Greets you with a kiss to your hand.

Bruno let’s you lead the conversation, he finds it adorable to watch you animatedly speaking about your passions.

He’s naturally protective and has a mature air about him, so expect that to show when you’re out. He wouldn’t be averse to chaste displays of affection if you attract the wrong kind of attention.

Walks you to your door hand in hand, makes sure you’re safe before going home himself.

He would call you the next day to make sure you’re okay and keep the momentum going, by this time, you can’t wait to see him again.

Giorno Giovanna

He will be slightly nervous when he approaches you because these things are new for him, but will put on his bravest face. The only indications that he’s nervous would be him smoothing out his clothes, and fixing his hair slightly more than usual.

Quiet and observant, Giorno would have everything planned to a T. He would spare no expenses for you, and would either take you a private performance of your favorite production and then dinner there after at an exclusive restaurant, booked out entirely for you, or a botanical garden picnic under the stars.

He would arrive at your place to pick you up slightly earlier, which would give him a chance to observe you in your natural surroundings.

Is more likely to gift you single flowers which he crafted with GE rather than a huge bouquet.

He would definitely make you a flower crown, and comment on how lovely you look while wearing it.

Conversation flows easily once he’s relaxed, appreciates you wanting to hear about his aspirations and revels in how your eyes light up when you talk about your dreams.

He is just as chivalrous as Bruno is and will also offer you his arm to hold on to, albeit slightly awkwardly. Please be patient with him.

Will also walk you to your door and make sure you’re safe before going home. Will have a guard linger around for a few moments after he leaves to make sure there isn’t anyone timing your movements.

He would send you a short, sweet goodnight message, thanking you for your lovely company.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his aloof exterior, he’s quite caring towards the people he likes. Abbacchio would most likely deny his feelings for you in the beginning not wanting involve you in his life. When he does eventually ask you out, it’s so awkward it’s cute.

He’s a man that appreciates culture so he would take you out to places steeped in culture, perhaps even go winetasting.

Would also be the type to gift you a single flower and would awkwardly compliment you when he comes to pick you up.

He is observant of you and cares about whether you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself.

He would be more on the quiet side but would get more comfortable as the date went on.

He is quite cautious when you both are out, he knows about the lurking dangers and has been dealt a difficult hand in life, so please bare with his protectiveness.

He will call you the next day, it would give him a chance to figure out what to say to you and wouldn’t put any pressure on you.

Guido Mista

He’s confident, carefree and outspoken, would try his luck asking you out on more than one occasion. Mista’s Outlook on life is simple, and he aims to do things that are fun.

He would want to show you a good time, so he would probably take you to one of the trendiest night spots in Naples.

He’d want to show you off so dress to kill, he would be mesmerized by how stunning you look and would constantly tell you so.

He’s definitely a conversation starter and you would not get bored of all the outlandish scenarios he thinks up to ask you about.

Will shamelessly flirt with you to see you blush.

He is overall a fun, flirty date that would have you laughing all night.

He would text you the next day, giving you some time to miss his antics for a bit.

Narancia Ghirga

The live wire of the group, he’d be slightly nervous but would ultimately bite the bullet and just ask you out.

He would want to go somewhere fun, where he can show off a bit so expect carnival, or game dates.

He would compliment you on how pretty you look, and how soft your hands are.

Would buy you all the tasty junk food and candy floss to share with you as you walk around hand in hand.

He would want to play all the games and win you all the huge stuffed animals, and will resort to cheating with Aerosmith to win you the biggest prize.

Will have Aerosmith out when taking you home just to make sure you’re both safe.

Will have a text conversation with you as soon as he gets home, as he’s still on a high from both the sugar and how much of fun you both had.

Pannacotta Fugo

He would be anxious before approaching you, but his friendly nature would make it a bit easier for him.

He would like to take you to an art gallery or museum in order to show off his knowledge a bit, and then go to dinner there after.

He’d bring you flowers or candy or both when he comes to fetch you.

He’s fiercely intelligent and very well read so conversation would flow effortlessly.

He’s naturally caring and would always make sure that you are doing okay and are having a good time.

He can be quick to anger, but he wouldn’t direct that towards you. He just wouldn’t want any odd looks to come your way for any reason whatsoever.

He would protectively hold your hand, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin in his hand.

He’s the type to send you a quick goodnight message, wishing you sweet dreams and thanking you for the wonderful night.

Bonus: Trish Una

Beautiful, quietly confident, Trish doesn’t have any problems with approaching you.

She loves the finer things in life, beautiful things, so she would like to go to a trendy place that usually has a waiting list to get into.

Would like to match outfits with you, but compliments your style regardless, she can appreciate beauty in all its forms.

She wouldn’t be clingy, but would hold your hand if you’re comfortable, she’s attentive so she wouldn’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.

Conversations flow freely with her, which is something that you will enjoy.

She would wait until the next day to text you, giving you your space.

[abbabycchio]

I don't think any of my followers know this but I love flowers! So here is  flowers that the Bucci gang would give to you based on how they feel about you/ think of you.

Bruno Bucciarati: Since the fall of the former boss, and his reposition as the second hand to Don Giovanna, although he loves you dearly he knows it will have to be a very “long distance” secret lovers situation to ensure your safety. However he makes sure you know how much he loves and longs for you every day he lives.

Pink Camellias: Longing for you

Gardenia: Secret love

He’ll send you these flowers in a bouquet anytime he thinks of you with a note attached to remind you of his love and longing.

I long to see you again, mio fiore, there isn't a day that goes by that you aren't on my mind, your smile, your body, the way you sway to your favorite songs, the way your face contorts in pleasure when I touch you. I wish our love had blossomed sooner so I could hold you in my arms more often, hear you whisper your love into my ears, and bask in your heavenly laughter. My love, until I see you again.

-BB.

Leone Abbacchio(happy birthday baby): It’s been awhile since he’s ever felt the way he does for you, he doesn’t particularly understand what he feels for you but he knows it’s more than how he feels for anyone else, as a result he pushes his insecurities aside and tries to become the type of man who’s worthy of your love and attention.

Red Camellia: You’re a Flame in My Heart

Savory(yes it’s also the name of a spice): interest

Rather than send you flowers he’ll hand deliver them when he can. When he can’t he’ll send you a note attached to the flower to reassure you of his feelings. In person he’ll just man up and tell you aloud. (Most the time he’ll tell you these things when he’s literally busting inside you)

I fell for you not just from your appearance. I fell for you because we are best friends and I can't stop looking at you or thinking about you. I fell for you because of the way you smile, how your lips move when you speak, and how you always try to make me smile even when I don't feel like it. I fell hard for every aspect good or bad. Not just one thing.

-Leone Abbacchio.

Narancia Ghirga: He adores you, you are the most precious, important person in his life. He 100% devotes his love and affection to you and loves to remind you of that every day.

Edelweiss: Courage, devotion

Dwarf Sunflower: Adoration

 He comes to you in person, wherever you are, or whoever you’re with. With bundle of flowers and proclaims his admiration for you. 

“I do and always will adore the parts of you that you’ve forgotten to love, I devote myself to seeing you happy, to loving you. I will do anything for you, more flowers, notes, praise, bow at your feet! I don’t care, I love you and all I want is for you to love me for me back.” 

Pannacotta Fugo: He is constantly anxious he loves you but worries it won’t last, he wants to be his true self with you, wants to make you happy, he wants to set his anger aside and replace it with your love.

Red Carnation: my heart aches(these flowers are also used in funerals)

Violet: Loyalty, devotion, faithfulness, modesty

He will send these flowers to you with a note, of course you’ll call him after you read the note, thanking him for the flowers and let him really explain what exactly he’s trying to tell you. 

I may not be your first, or your last, or your only. You’ve loved before and you may love again. But I love you now, so what else matters? You’re not perfect - I’m not either, and the two of us may never be perfect together but you make me laugh, cause me to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, I’m going to hold onto you and give you the most I can. You may not be thinking about me every second of the day, but you’ve given me a part of you that I know I can break - your heart. So I won’t hurt you, won’t change you, I won’t analyze and don’t expect more than you can give. I’m gonna smile when you make me happy, I’ll let you know when you make me mad, and I’ll miss you when you’re not there.

-Pannacotta Fugo.

Giorno Giovanna: Being the Don of Passione is a hard job, he doesn’t let you out of his sight though, you’ll always be under his protection. Of course he doesn’t keep you around him 24/7 you are your own person with your own life. But the moment he knew he was in love with you he swore to protect you.

Red Salvia: Forever mine

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Using GER he’s able to make these flowers blossom around your home, practically encasing you in his love. But he also uses this flower wall as defence against any of his enemies that would dare use you against him.

What is it that draws me to you? My cheek against yours, so smooth and warm. Breathing your heavy scent. Your lips so soft and firm, the kiss seemingly lasting forever. So strong and overpowering. I find it hard to resist. The desire, the craving. To be near you, to touch your face, to kiss those lips, to hold you in my arms. I wonder if you feel the same, is the desire a strong? Each time you speak to me my heart melts. I wonder if, for you I have withered and died. Like the last weeks rose. Petals falling around the vase, like the memories of stolen moments. Fragments of a dream. My dream. Of your kiss that lasts forever.

- Giorno Giovanna.

Guido Mista: He’s surprisingly deep, he loves you, and you know it. You have since day one, and he’ll keep telling you until the day he dies. You are on his mind constantly. Every special, passionate moment, every laugh, cry, moan. Every single one of his thoughts are on you, and your future together.

Red Chrysanthemum: I love you

Blue Salvia: I think of you

He’ll show up at your door and give you the flowers, he’ll then sit you down inside and tell you everything that’s on his mind. He’s the type that thinks this is too intimate of an exchange and would rather it be a private moment for the two of you.

“I never thought I’d like you this much. And I never planed to have you on my mind this often. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms. I feel like we’ve known each other our whole lives. I don’t think I’ve ever connected with another human the way I have with you. When I look into your eyes, that’s when I feel it. That’s sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make things okay. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special. Believe me when I say I always think of you no matter how busy I am no matter what I’m doing, my brain is constantly thinking of you. I don’t know where my life is going, but I hope I get there with you.”

Trish Una: It took awhile for her to truly fall in love with you, she doesn't say I love you a lot, mostly because she wants to say it a the perfect times, when the love is so strong that she physically can't hold it back. 

Red Tulip: Passion, declaration of love

Heliotrope: Eternal love, devotion. 

She’ll leave it at your door step and text you the note along with it. You’ll probably catch her peeking around the corner watching you read the text.

The more I see you my love, the more I fall for you. With each passing night and day, my love has only grown. Since the time I met you, I knew it was you. Why do I feel so passionate when I am with you? I love you so much. You are the reason why I breathe, you are my only solitude. Thank you for coming in my life, thank you for taking all of my troubles and showing me the light, thank you for giving me a reason to smile. I always glow when you are with me.

-Trish.