#what's good my name is toya mctoyason

[costellos]

author’s note: another self-indulgent piece! you can interpret this as ur dating ur boo already or nah. the only ones that imply not being in a relationship are Bucciarati and Fugo’s scenarios. in any case, take it as you will and enjoooyy.

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & their first kiss with you!

bruno bucciarati.

Bucciarati first kissed you after being caught in the rain.

the sound of his water faucet comes gently humming from his bathroom. it offers a nice contrast to the heavy raindrops pattering against his window. Bucciarati sighs, watching as a strike of lightning ignites his house, then slips a bag of earl gray tea into a kettle of boiling water.

this is his fault. he had asked you to meet him at Libeccio to go over some last minute details about an upcoming mission. but just as you were both about to part ways, an onslaught of rain came pouring from above. and of course, neither of you had an umbrella. ↳ “my house isn’t far from here. you can stay with me until this passes.”

Bucciarati curses to himself. he’s trying his best to make the most of the situation. the sense of guilt for forcing you out is overwhelming, though. and now that the temperature is dropping in Naples, he fears that he set you up to get a cold. 

the water from his bathroom cuts off. alright. you’re almost done. hopefully taking a hot shower will keep you from getting sick. a sigh escapes his lips once more as he pours the earl gray into a mug for you.

fantastic work, Bruno, he thinks to himself. it’s nice to have you here, it really is. but this was hardly out of choice. there had been so many scenarios that Bucciarati had concocted to bring you back to his home, to make you feel as safe as you do for him, yet. here you are. stuck here because he didn’t check the forecast.

really, that’s what it’s all about: he’s seen the way that you act around the team and civilians. how you selflessly put their needs above your own. even when he requested that you talk with him last minute, you didn’t hesitate to drop everything and run to Libeccio. you shouldn’t have to do that for anybody. certainly not him.

he desperately wants to take care of you, just as you do for everyone else. he wants to be the one that you come to for all your problems. he just wishes that mobster life wasn’t so complicated, that he could admit his feelings truly and wholly.

the mug in his grasp slips away. Bucciarati blinks. but when he hears your giggle, he realizes he must have gotten so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you were out of the bathroom.

you sip your tea, sending him a playful grin. Bucciarati returns it with one of his own. you look so small here, with your towel over your head and your cheeks still rosy from your hot shower. god. he can’t help but smile wider.

oh. hm. his strainer must not have contained all the leaves, because there’s a stray earl gray remnant on the corner of your lip. wordlessly, he reaches up to swipe it off with his thumb. your skin feels so smooth under his touch, so warm and soft. he just wants to take care of you. he just wants to make you feel loved. he just wants to— 

Bucciarati’s kiss is quick yet so incredibly gentle. remnants of his cologne still stick to his skin — sandalwood and sea salt — but all you can focus on is how loving he feels against you. he tastes faintly of red wine. ↳ “forgive me. I couldn’t help myself.”

leone abbacchio.

Abbacchio first kissed you while doing your makeup.

it’s quiet underneath the yacht that Bucciarati rented. Narancia is blasting music on the deck above you and Mista and Fugo are talking, but everything is so muffled. it’s just you, Abbacchio, and the rouge lip stain that he’s sliding across your lips.

it’s a simple job: infiltrate a fundraiser hosted by the capo of a rival gang. because you’re one the most stunning member of the group, you were unanimously voted to distract the capo’s guards. this would give Mista access to his room and end this once and for all. and so, here you are now: getting your makeup done to, as Bucciarati quoted, “put your best face forward.”

so beautiful, Abbacchio thinks to himself. to be honest, he doesn’t understand why you asked him to help with your makeup. you really don’t need it. but he’d take any opportunity to get closer to you (though he’d never admit it).

the lip stain feels cold against your skin. Abbacchio does his best to make you comfortable, with his holding your chin in his grasp. his eyebrows are knitted, eyes strained as he tries to make you look your best. ↳ “alright. now rub your lips together.”

you do as your told, sliding the solution between your lips. seeing you move your mouth in such a way, rolling the liquid between your skin, your face so perfect... well. it’s an understatement to say that he’s overwhelmed.

“Leone?” your voice is so soft. he’s still holding onto your chin. you’re so close that he can feel your breath against his skin. all it would take— ↳ “so beautiful...”

his kiss is breathy and needy. you never expected him to be so desperate. how long has he been like this?

Abbacchio’s lips smack against yours, the hand on your chin moving to the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. you can feel the lip stain that he just applied transferring to his own mouth. it tastes like cherries.

he keeps pushing himself further and further into you. he’s so enamored. so deprived. it takes you by surprise, but you follow his lead. ↳ “agghh! I’m sorry! I’ll come back later!!”

Narancia slams the door to the yacht’s room, effectively ending whatever you had just a moment ago. Abbacchio flinches from the sound, and once he realizes that Narancia saw everything, he rolls his eyes and sighs. ↳ “we’ll continue this later.”

giorno giovanna.

Giorno first kissed you during a mission in in the Alps.

you’re patrolling the perimeter of a ski resort. it’s cold up here, colder than you’re used to. nonetheless, this is potential new territory for Passione, so Bucciarati sent you and Giorno to observe the scene. you just didn’t expect your fingers to freeze so quickly. ↳ “I told you to bring a thicker coat.”

your partner isn’t helping. you turn to the blond next you, a sly grin on his lips. you merely stick your tongue out in response (which, quite frankly, freezes rapidly too).

in any case, you push further. despite your chilly surroundings, you have to admit that it’s nice up here. the setting sun sets the sky on fire, casting an orange glow on the snow at your feet. the air smells vaguely of pine and Giorno’s cologne, but you can’t quite pinpoint the notes on the latter.

Giorno is trying to be subtle when he looks at you. when he knows you’re not paying attention, his green irises turn to you. you look so cute out here, with your cheeks so rosy and your eyelashes covered with tiny snowflakes. you’re wearing the knit hat with the little pom pom that he bought for you. that gesture makes his heart as warm as the jacket you should’ve brought with. he’s so enamored by you.

but he can’t help but notice how much you’re shivering. he wishes he had been more adamant about bringing a thicker jacket. you insisted you would be okay, but even still. he feels that this is partly his fault. ↳ “here. hold on.”

Giorno stops in his tracks, forcing you to stop as well. the air falls dead silent, likely due to the snow around you. he unwraps the tan cashmere scarf from his neck, opting to swing it around your own. it's here that you can finally identify what his cologne smells like: vanilla and tobacco, the latter a remnant from an earlier meeting. it’s so inviting, just as he is to you.

but instead of folding it around your neck, Giorno grasps the ends of the scarf, pulling you close to him. that stupid sly smirk is on his face, and as he presses his lips onto yours, you can feel it against your own.

for as confident as he seemed just earlier, he almost recoils in the kiss. he’s shy and inexperienced, and it seems he acknowledges this, for the kiss itself is rather chaste. but he places his forehead on yours, his smirk replaced with that gentle smile you’ve come so well to know. ↳ “is that better?”

guido mista.

Mista first kissed as you were waiting for the subway.

your eyelids feel heavy. it’s far past your usual bedtime. not that you mind; tonight was an important mission briefing, so of course it would go far longer than any of you expected. 

nonetheless, it’s dark out. few people are at the Salvator Rosa subway station. maybe it’s better that way — fewer creeps to deal with. though Mista had offered to bring you back home, you live on the other side of Naples from him. it’s a sweet gesture. you just feel bad accepting it when it’s already so late.

click. click. click. the heels on Mista’s boots send echoes down the tunnels. he looks down the train tracks, seeing no sign of any approaching vehicles. the train should be coming every ten minutes at this hour. it’s not that he wants to get rid of you, he just wants to make sure that you get home as soon as possible. he doesn’t like the thought of you being out this late by yourself.

at no sign of a train, Mista clicks his tongue and leans back. he then looks at you, catching you mid-yawn. you’re tired, that much is obvious, with your bloodshot eyes and sullied expression. yet even then, he can’t help but find you so charming. you work so hard for everyone, trying your best to do the most that you can. you continuously put everyone first. he wishes he could do the same for you. it’s the least he could do. ↳ “you’re so incredible, I could kiss you. ...wait, did I just say that out loud?”

oh my god oh my god oh my god DID HE REALLY JUST BLURT THAT? 

Mista’s internally panicking now. he’s trying to take back what he said (but also not, because it’s true), yet there’s no smooth way to do it. he’s tried for so long to put up this cool guy persona and now he’s ruined it!!! (even though he never had it in the first place.)

but you just laugh in response, and that alone is enough to relax him. okay. so maybe he didn’t fuck up entirely. ↳ “err... can I kiss you?”

god, he’s such an idiot. but you oblige, saying yes, he can kiss you.

Mista wastes no time. he takes you by your hips, pressing his lips against yours. he’s wanted to do this for so long now. and now that this moment is here, all he wants to do is keep you close to him — and him only.

his kisses are eager and excited. he’s not inexperienced, especially with his flirtatious past. but there’s something about the way he moves his lips that makes you feel like you’re the only kiss that matters. you can feel him smiling as you return his enthusiasm. ↳ “you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

narancia ghirga.

Narancia first kissed you during a moment of silence.

Tupac is playing quietly in the background. the smell of stale potato chips fill the room. you can hear Narancia playing some video game on his N64, the soft buzz of his TV filling the silence between songs.

neither of you had any days off nowadays. but by some miracle, some god took pity on the both of you and allowed a Friday night of relaxation. although Narancia and you had discussed going out, you both decided you were too damn tired. (even though it’s far beyond midnight now.)

Narancia selects the TRY AGAIN? option (after dying for the upteenth time... jesus, this game is hard), and while he waits for the loading screen to pass, he can’t help but look at you. you’re sitting cross-legged on his bed, reading some trashy tabloid. you look so at peace here, with your eyelids low and a Twizzler hanging from your mouth. he loves seeing you like this; it’s such a nice change from how stressed you’ve been lately. he wishes you would always be like this. and he knows that’s not the life either of you agreed to once you joined Passione, but. the fact still stands.

it’s like you know that he’s watching you. you instinctively tap on his arm, a sign he’s so familiar with that means you want to play the game next.

everything here is so comfortable and familiar. he wants this moment to last forever.

the only thing that would make it better is to... well. hmm. how should he go about that? ↳ “hey, hand me a Twizzler.”

without looking, you move your hand from his arm, reaching to the plastic bag beside you. ↳ “no, stupid! I meant like this.”

it’s a smooth move, you have to admit. after he pauses his game, he climbs onto the bed with you. he bites onto the opposite end of your Twizzler, far before you can process what’s even happening.

though, let’s be real, Narancia doesn’t even know what’s happening. there are all sorts of alarms ringing in his head. what is he doing? oh my god, is this what it means to be smooth??

he supposes so, because he quickly closes the gap between you. he’s clumsy and he tastes like strawberries, but he’s so, so inviting. he tries to take it slow, with his peppering your lips with relaxed, gentle kisses. you can feel his right hand creep onto your cheek, the pads of his fingers tickling your temple.

↳ “was... was that okay?”

pannacotta fugo.

Fugo’s first kissed you while tending to your wounds.

crickets chirp from outside his window. cicadas hiss from outside. you hiss along with them as Fugo places an alcohol-soaked cotton ball on a cut. ↳ “I know, I’m sorry. I’m almost done.”

following a stand battle where, quite honestly, both of you narrowly escaped death, Fugo took it as his responsibility to tend to you. not that he particularly wanted to (which is what he kept telling himself), he simply felt it was his responsibility after you took care of him just a month earlier.

neither of you should be in this situation. had you not defended some civilians during the fight, both of you would have come out of this battle a lot cleaner. especially you. dear lord, your skin is littered with cuts and bruises. nothing too concerning, and thankfully no gashes or broken bones, but that was calling it way too close.

his violet eyes flicker to you for a second. your lips are pursed and your eyebrows are furrowed  — he can tell you’re in pain. although he tries to make this process as easy as he can, there’s only so much he can do.

Fugo turns back to your arm. you have a cut along the inside of your elbow, which he’s currently wrapping in gauze. he makes a note of it. that’s going to hurt whenever you bend your elbow, which will effect how you fight during your next stand battle. he sighs. you’re so stupid.

even still... he envies you. you don’t hesitate, ever, unlike him. you know exactly what you want to do and how you’re going to get it. and despite everything, you still try to protect the people around you, even if it means putting yourself in harm. that part is foolish, he thinks, but admirable nonetheless. he wishes that he could follow in your lead, carving his own path.

however, he couldn’t ignore how you defined him a month ago: a friend, someone worth caring for. Fugo has been described as many things yet... that’s the only one that he felt mattered. he wants everyone to see him as that. that’s how he sees you, at least.

he turns back to your face. your eyebrow is singed. he takes his thumb, running it over your charred hairs, checking for any more cuts. thankfully, there’s nothing.

but it’s here that he realizes how close he is to you. your faces are a mere three millimetres apart, your wide eyes looking back at him. with that stupid grin on your face (though he admits, most of the time it’s cute), you quickly reach up and kiss his nose.

to say Fugo is stunned would be an understatement. is... is this even appropriate? can he do this...? this wasn’t at all how he expected the night to go, yet...

Fugo exhales. you can hear how his breath wavers. but once he composes himself, he takes your face in his hands and presses his lips onto yours.

everything about Fugo is calculated. but here, it feels as though he’s absorbing everything for the first time, fumbling through the steps. because, honestly, it’s true. you’re his first kiss, and he couldn’t be happier to share it with you. he’s careful to not to push too hard into you or to touch you where your skin is cut, but his lips are smooth and welcoming. taking you in as if this was his intention all along. ↳ “come closer. I... I don’t want to stop.”

[costellos]

❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang & how / who they love!

bruno bucciarati.

love language he gives: words of affirmation, gift giving, acts of service

love languages he wants: quality time, acts of service

favorite dates: having coffee at a swanky cafe, visiting the beach (loves hearing the waves crash against the rocks; also loves teaching you how to fish)

doesn’t really date since his time is so limited. likewise, he doesn’t want to drag his partner into the mobster life, so he would most likely date someone who’s also involved. it’s just easier that way.

Bucciarati doesn’t really have a “type.” at least not for physical appearance. as long as he can get along with someone and they share his values, he can make a relationship work.

will adore anyone that can have any sort of intellectual conversation with. it doesn’t necessarily have to be about politics or literature, it can be about the latest celebrity gossip and how it affects current events. really just wants someone to talk about things and how they affect other things if that makes sense?

as mentioned, Bucciarati has very limited time. he tries to make the most out of what time he does have with you and would appreciate your understanding.

because he prizes fairness above all else, his deal breaker would be witnessing your being rude for no reason (especially to children or the elderly). he doesn’t care for those who can’t show basic human decency.

the one who spoils you the most. he buys you little trinkets from every new city he visits.

leone abbacchio.

love language he gives: acts of service, quality time

love languages he wants: quality time

favorite dates: eating at a restaurant that has a live band playing (preferably jazz or swing), getting wine drunk at home

truly doesn’t believe that he deserves love.

despite that, Abbacchio is someone who loves with every fiber of his being. that’s why he’s so protective of his team upon Giorno’s arrival. if he were to ever find a partner, he would be head over heels for them.... just don’t expect him to show it outwardly.

his type is anyone who’s patient and can tolerate his snippy comments. someone who’s not naive or childish. like Bucciarati, physical appearance doesn’t matter much, but he has a penchant for thick thighs.

honestly really easy to please once you’re in a relationship with him. he doesn’t ask for much nor does he ask for much in return. he just wants to spend time with you.

however, he doesn’t tolerate those who don’t respect his boundaries. Abbacchio is already hesitant going into this relationship. if you rush into it and push him to do the same, he’d end this before it even began.

the one who cooks the best. his dishes taste like home.

giorno giovanna.

love language he gives: words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time

love languages he wants: quality time

favorite dates: visiting a natural history or art museum, going to a conservatory

he’s not particularly interested in romantic endeavors since he’s so focused on his dream.

but if he were to fall in love with someone, it would be for someone who’s just as ambitious as he. wants someone who can continuously push him to his greatest achievements. he would happily return the sentiment for them.

also doesn’t really have a “type,” but loves those who are quick-witted, natural leaders, and fast thinkers. he needs someone that can keep challenging him.

loves to spoil you with bouquets of beautiful flowers. if you like cute animals, he’d turn an old brick into a wide-eyed rabbit. he absolutely adores how your face lights up for the things he makes you.

the only thing that annoys him are those who won’t try anything new. it’s good to step out of your comfort zone, and he’d be happy to help you with that. but if you continuously dismiss him, whether it be to try a new experience or hell, a new food, well. irritated is putting it lightly.

the one who’s most observant of you. you need help with something but won’t ask for it? here, let him take a look at it.

guido mista.

love language he gives: words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time

love languages he wants: physical touch

favorite dates: going to the movies (for any genre, but loves comedies and action the most), eating at restaurants with cheap yet delicious food after midnight

he says that he wants a super hot model gf but he’ll honestly fall in love with anyone who gives him any attention. that said, he falls in love hard. he just wants to give his partner the world. it’s what they deserve. is that so much to ask?

again, he falls in love with anyone who gives him the time of day, but he has a bias for thick folks. physical touch is one of his love languages, so be prepared for him to always be squeezing your thigh.

on that note, he loves touching you intimately. his favorite place is putting his hand between your thighs when sitting next to him (”what? my hand is cold”) and on your hip when standing up. 

loves easy dates. he’s a simple man. dinner and the movies make him happiest. what’s better than a good flick with delicious food and lovely company?

Mista loves fully and wholly. the only deal breaker is if you complicate his life. as mentioned, he’s a simple man. if he catches you engaging in harmful gossip, lying, or god forbid, cheating, it’s over.

the one who makes you feel the most comfortable in your skin. he’s literally always praising you, whether it’s about your appearance, your personality, or your accomplishments. such a great hype man.

narancia ghirga.

love language he gives: gift giving, acts of service, physical touch

love languages he wants: words of affirmation, physical touch

favorite dates: going to a carnival, staying in and playing video games or listening to music

really, really wants to be in a relationship but also really, really scared to be in one. loves the idea of having someone who loves you for you. hates having to be vulnerable.

but once Narancia shows his true colors (and isn’t judged for it) to a certain someone, he will fall in love with them. it’ll be easy to know, too — he’s really bad at hiding his feelings. expect lots of candid requests to hang out.

he prefers someone who’s smaller than him. he isn’t picky, though. honestly just wants someone to hold but he’d never admit that, jesus christ that’s so cheesy.

loves going on dates that stimulate him. challenging you to a carnival game or a round of Mario Kart is such a fun way to pass the time with you! 

would be incredibly heartbroken if you insult his intelligence first and foremost, and anything else after. he’s self-conscious about never finishing primary school. if you bring that up to hurt him, he’d simply get up and leave. forgiveness is uncertain.

the one who comforts you best after a long day. you can always expect a long hug, a kiss, and food from your favorite takeout restaurant from him.

pannacotta fugo.

love language he gives: quality time, acts of service 

love languages he wants: words of affirmation, acts of service

favorite dates: visiting a history or science museum, reading together at an old library

Fugo wants to love and be loved in return, but he knows that by doing so, he would be putting his partner in danger. he tries to avoid it as much as he can as a result.

though he can’t help it when someone treats him like he isn’t a monster. the way they smile at him, how they compliment him... it makes his heart race.

he has a weakness for people who wear glasses. there’s just something about them that makes a person infinitely more attractive to him. other than that, he needs someone that can keep up with him intellectually. yeah, he tries to keep his cool. but having someone that doesn’t require him to repeat himself saves a lot of time and effort.

although he’s no longer in school, he wants to keep learning. he loves being able to share that with you, so visiting museums or reading books together is his ideal way of bonding.

Fugo has the most deal breakers out of the gang (they’re all for your safety), but his biggest is a lack of patience. he knows that his short temper is tough to deal with, it’s just... he needs you to be patient with him. he wants this to work and he can’t do it without you.

the one who remembers details about you best. don’t tell him embarrassing stories or he’ll tease you about them later.