#tysmmmmmm my lovely gia

[wroteclassicaly]

Could you write some fluffy summer fun with Jonathan? 👀

Jonathan taking you to a flower field to photograph you on a summers’ day.

~*~

You wore the dress for him specifically. And it seems to be a hit everywhere that you go today (the grocery to get picnic supplies, a bouquet for your apartment, Nancy and Robin’s home, and Joyce when she answered the cabin door). It was a simple yellow sundress with straps, frills around the hemming and bodice, and it pulled you in at all of the right places. You wore light makeup, a cute pair of thrifted sandals, and the pendant Jonathan got for you on your last birthday — the charm, engraved with your favorite flower. Feeling like a million bucks, Joyce informed you he was still getting ready, but that you could finally enter the newly separate entrance to the add-on (beside the cabin) that they built for him to have his privacy. He’d been watching out the window, distracted by his delicious excitement that never fails to happen when he knows he’s getting to see you.

Before you could rasp your knuckles to the door, it was open and he was engulfing you into his arms, taking your hand to spin you around in a twirl — yellow fabric swirling past your vision as your dress spread out. You’re both laughing by the time he’s got you close, hands joined together.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Can’t help it if I missed you, can I?”

You smile softly, your pinkies linking, his other hand sliding to cup your cheek as you lean in for a soft kiss. He smells like fresh laundry, Irish Spring, and that musky cologne he bought last summer in Indianapolis at the mall. It’s a simple baby blue t-shirt that he wears, black converse, and blue jeans. He breaks away reluctantly, a few more simple pecks. “Let me go grab my camera bag, baby.”

He’s in and out before you can even finish getting the picnic basket from your car. You know that you’ll be in his room by nightfall, so you don’t follow this time. He takes your hand and begins to walk with you through the lush, re-grown greenery. You both remember, wilted flowers and ashy death not so long ago. But everything is right, it’s green, and as you come into sight of the flower field and its various colors - you squeeze his hand extra tight.

He snaps the peaceful overlook of a now normal Hawkins. You kick off your sandals and let the sun warmed grass caress your toes. Briefly breaking from him, he watches you take it all in, fingertips tickling across overgrown blades of grass, petting wildflowers as you pass them by. He starts snapping immediately, a mist filtering across his sclera. You turn back to him the moment the wind catches your dress and a baby blue sky flickers behind as a backdrop.

Jonathan swallows harshly, nostrils flaring, exhaling languidly. He flips the lid on his bag to find another lens, eyes mulling over the small, olive green box stashed in the corner pocket. He runs his fingers across it, popping the lid to check in on the ring, before closing his bag and standing to approach you.

[mrsgiovanna]

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: *looking at the memory directions for making a braid*

Angel Giorno: Okay, so it says that we need to separate the hair into three parts for the braid.

Teen Giorno: Let's see. Yep, Giada's hair is in the three parts. Now, what's the next part here?

Angel Giorno: Okay, now we have to cross the right part of the hair with the middle part.

Devil Giorno: Really? Can't we just cross the left part with the middle? What's the difference?

Haruno: But those are the instructions that BriBri left us with! We need to follow them!

Devil Giorno: Wait, yeah. You're right. Bri left us with those instructions.

Teen Giorno: Alright, so we cross the right to the middle very gently.

Haruno: Then, we have to cross the left to the middle as well!

Angel Giorno: *laughs* Okay, okay! Be patient. We need to do this gently now, okay?

Devil Giorno: Of course! This is our Passione Princess we're talking about here!

Devil Giorno:

- Outside -

Giorno: *carefully braiding Giada's hair*

Giada: I'm gonna look like a princess, Papa! *giggles and smiles sweetly*

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Angel Giorno: *sobbing with happiness*

Devil Giorno: *facepalm* Every single time...

Teen Giorno and Haruno: *laugh sweetly*

- Outside -

Bri and Abbacchio: *enter the living room*

My heart 😭🤲🏼🥰 *cries*

Giorno: *finishing off Gias braid* of course piccolina, because you're my princess

Giada: does that mean you're a king? And that mama is a queen? And Giordano is a prince?

Giorno: *laughs* something like that *places a few tiny flowers into her braid*

Abbacchio: alright kiddo, are you ready to go?

Giada: zio Abba! Papa said I'm a princess

Abbacchio: he's right about that,

Bri: I'll get Giordano,

Giada: *climbs onto Abbacchio * if papa's a king and mama's a queen then what does that make you?

Giordano: he's the knight! They're the best ones because they can fight and have cool armor and swords!

Awwwwhhh this is so precious, tysmmmmmm for sending this. I hope you're having a brilliant weekend so far, as always, tysmmmm for sending these to me, stay safe my lovely 😍 👌 👍🏻 🥰 ☺️ 😙 😍 👌 👍🏻 🥰

[mrsgiovanna]

- Inside Giorno's mind -

All four: *tired and sluggish this morning*

Angel Giorno: Oh dear. I wonder what on Earth happened last night to get us this exhausted...

Devil Giorno: I've no clue, man. I've no clue. My best guess is that it's been one of those weeks.

Teen Giorno: Huh, that's really odd. It seems we are all awake, but our eyes are still closed.

Haruno: Oh! I can explain! We can still dream a ton of stuff even if all of us are awake in here!

Angel, Devil, and Teen Giorno: *chuckling*

Haruno: *beaming as proudly as he could*

Devil Giorno: Well, let's see what dream we are having today. *looks at screen* Okay, buckle up.

Angel Giorno: Hmm. Unfortunately, all I can find for dream recordings is this oddly shaped one.

Haruno: *giggles* I like that one! It's where Mr. Fugo, Mr. Nara, and Mr. Mista dress like sharks!

Teen Giorno: *grins* While they dance the silly dance at Capri and to the tune of Barbie Girl.

GER: *smiles as he appears* You four need to get him ready. He needs to wake up now.

- Outside -

Giorno: *sleep mumbling, frowning, tossing and turning* N-No... G-Gio. G-Gia... BriBri... Don't go *face grimaces sadly as he tosses and turns in his sleep* P-Please... No... No... No!

??: *gently shakes Giorno by the shoulder and gently pokes him in the cheek*

Giorno: *awakens with a jolt, sits up breathing heavily* H-Huh?

??: *gives him a hug* Papa!

Awwww 😭❤️🤲🏼 the babies 🌸❤️

Giorno: *hugs Gia and Giordano* it's okay picolina I'm right here

Giordano: you alright dad? I can get mom *tries to get off the bed*

Giorno: no I'm fine, come here, tell me what you've been up to this afternoon

Giada: well, mama and zio Nara decorated the living room with your favorite things

Giordano: Gia! That was meant to be a surprise

Giada: ... oops ;w;

Giorno: *smiles* it's okay, come on, let's go see where everyone is ...

Awwww poor baby, I hope you're doing well, as always tysmmmmmm for sending these to me, have a beautiful day, stay safe my lovely 🌟🌸💞💫🥰🤩💕💗