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we-love-imagines · 3 years

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Valentine’s Event: Day 3

Prompt: Mista + Restaurant

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Author’s Note: This one is still a Gender Neutral Reader, but I do use the term ‘waitress’ in reference to you. God, I love Mista. My friend, who I recently got into Jojo, just finished part 5, and I was reminded how much I love this goofball while watching it with her. Anyways, on with the show!

Something was up with Mista. The gang all noticed how he held himself differently, put more effort into his appearance, and they really noticed how much better he smelled. At first, Bruno and Abbachio would give each other confused glances when they saw his back straighten up when they entered Libeccio’s, or how he’d abruptly excuse himself from the table, red in the face, but the truth quickly became clear to them.

Whenever you would come by to take their order, Mista would freeze up and stumble over his words; the usually jokey, confident gunslinger reduced to a flustered mess at your presence.

The older mafiosos thought it was kind of cute- he’d struggle to meet your eyes, but stare at you as you’d walk away. He was like a little lovesick puppy, hanging on your every word as if it were gospel. It was subtle enough that Fugo and Narancia didn’t catch on at first, but once they did, they teased him relentlessly.

“Mista,” Narancia nudged his friend with a sing-song voice as they approached their regular restaurant, “You think that cute waitress is gonna be working today?”

“Of course they are,” Fugo smirked, a rare show of his fun side, “-Take a whiff, he showered today!”

“Is that cologne?” Abbachio added from behind. Bruno just snickered to himself, unable to hide the little smile on his face. The whole situation was too entertaining to him.

“Damn, Mista’s got it bad!” Narancia chuckled, watching as Mista’s face went beet-red. He knew there was no use in hiding his crush from his teammates, they could all read him like a book. That was the curse of being in life-or-death situations with these men a few too many times over- they knew Mista and his little cues all too well. All the man could do was sit and take it, much to his displeasure.

“Okay, Okay,” Bruno interjected, making his way to the front of the group, “Knock it off, we’re here. Play nice with Mista, or else he might blow a gasket.”

Shuffling inside, the group made their way to their usual table in the back room where they conducted business. Some of the workers at Libeccio’s were a little afraid of them, off-put by the mafia conducting business in their place of work, but most of them were fine with it. It guaranteed their protection under Passione, and they didn’t come off as all that violent. Hell, Bruno had developed a reputation as one of their kindest, most patient customers, always leaving nice tips and keeping his rowdier guests in line. All the staff had to do was turn the other cheek when something shady was going on in their backroom; on Passione’s turf, that was the best way to save your skin.

Despite their good reputation, Bruno noticed how some of the newer employees seemed nervous when taking their order or bringing them to their table. So, a lot of the older staff dealt with them, the group having a few usual servers when they’d come to visit. However, it came as a surprise when you worked your way into that rotation. Seeing as you were brand new, it must have taken a lot of guts for you to deal with the mafiosos. You came off as confident, the new little waitress waltzing up to their table with no fear in your eyes. Is that what Mista saw in you?

Taking their seats, the group made casual conversation as they looked over the menu. They had eaten here numerous times before, so they already had an idea of what they all wanted- but hey, what’s the harm in branching out from time to time?

Suddenly, Mista’s back straightened to the telltale click-clack of your shoes entering the room, amused smirks painting the other men’s faces as you came in.

“Hello everyone,” you smiled, “How are you all doing today?”

“We’re all doing well, thank you,” Bruno replied, shooting a sly glance Narancia’s way to quiet his incessant giggling. The boy quickly quieted down when he felt his leader kick him under the table.

“Good! What will we be having today?”

Every man gave their order, Mista averting his eyes as he did so. You were just too damn pretty, and he knew he’d stammer over his words if he looked you in the eye.

You weren’t an idiot, noticing the man’s flustered expressions and how you caught his fleeting glances from time to time. Seeing as you were one of the group’s few servers, you got to overhear a few of their conversations from time to time. Mista- Guido, you think his first name was- was a funny guy, and his little offhand comments and weird conversation topics made you crack a smile and giggle to yourself on multiple occasions. Not to mention he was super cute, and the generous view of his abs gave you some nice eye-candy during a long shift.

Some of the other staff would tease you about it, noticing your insistence to always ‘handle’ the mafioso’s table. You shoved it off, telling them that they were seeing things, but you could never ignore the blush that dusted your cheeks after those conversations. God, did you really have a crush on a mafia man? A handsome, funny, nice mafia man?

“Would you like the usual strawberry cake with that, Mr. Bucciarati?” you asked, finishing up their order. The man simply nodded, thanking you as you dismissed yourself. As you went away, however, you looked over your shoulder to see a certain sweater-clad mafioso staring at you. Locking eyes for just a moment, you both quickly turned away, tiny smiles on both of your faces.

You returned a little while after, wheeling their food in on a little cart. After serving each of the men their own individual plates, you present the cake to them, in all of it’s frosting-covered glory.

“I sliced it into ten pieces, just how you like it,” you whispered to Mista before you excused yourself. The others looked at him, a little puzzled, as his face turned pink.

“What was that about?” Narancia playfully asked, “You two keeping secrets?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Mista smiled back, seeing you leave the room from the corner of his eye. What he didn’t see was how you stilled behind the room’s entrance, trying to listen in on what he’d say about you.

“Remember that one conversation we had, ‘bout two weeks ago? About the number four?”

They all nodded, knowing most conversations with Mista led to his disdain of the number.

“Well, they used to cut the cake into nine slices. After we’d each have one, there would be four left. I dunno if they overheard me or something, but they cut it into ten pieces now, so there will never be four.”

“Are you sure it’s not a new policy or something? It sounds like extra work to cut a circle into nine pieces.” Fugo interjected, adding a dose of reality to the situation. Mista grinned as he shook his head.

“No- it only happens when they’re our server. They slice it themself.”

“Wow,” Bruno couldn’t help but laugh, letting his softer side through once again, “That waitress sounds perfect for you, Mista. No wonder you get so red when they come by.”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I don’t have the balls to ask them out anyways,” Mista shrugged, starting to nibble at his food, “Have you seen ‘em? They’re way outta my league.”

Your heart swelled at the comment, blushing furiously as you finally went back to your job. Did that hot guy really think you were out of his league? Did he really find you so attractive that he couldn’t even look at you? As your mind raced with thoughts, you found yourself making a few more mistakes than usual- confusing tables, refilling cups with the wrong beverage, and many more tiny slip-ups. While your manager would chastise you for these mistakes later, you couldn’t help it- you were so flattered by the young man’s words.

After finishing their meal and conducting their business, Bruno waved you over for the bill. You quickly went about adding up their total, printing out a receipt before going to collect Bruno’s money.

However, as you found yourself walking back over to their table, a wave of bravery washed over you. Taking the pen in your apron pocket, you scribbled down a little note on the receipt, taking a deep breath before entering their back room. To Bruno’s surprise, you put the bill in front of Mista, giving him a little wink before you left.

Curiously, the gunslinger read the receipt. His face lit up when he discovered the message was for him- your phone number.

“Call me sometime, Mista!” you wrote under it, “Xoxo -(Y/n)”

Since he wasn’t going to ask you out, you decided to do so yourself.

#jjba #jjba x reader #mista x reader #guido mista x reader #jjba mista #mista #guido mista #jojos bizarre adventure #JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken #Valentines Day event

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theladysexpistol · 4 years

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Can i get Bucci gangs reaction to finding a small but extremely intelligent dragon that can be trained to fight along side them please ? Also the dragon acts like a mix between a dog and a housecat btw.

OKAY THIS IS SO WEIRD BUT HEAR ME OUT.

So my friend and I have been talking about trying a JJBA tabletop rpg module we found on the internet but only if our current dnd game ends. And he was like “hey Bree what kind of Stand would you want if we play?” So I like thought over it for a few days and I just couldn’t get this one out of my head and suddenly an entire character came to me, long story short I wish we could play both the dnd game and the jojo game bcuz I’m very excited

The Stand? It’s called Imagine Dragons. Obvious reference. But the Stand is TWO DRAGONS. Idk it kinda freaked me out when I read your ask but also this request is really cool so here u go 🐉

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Giorno

- Was probably the one who found and befriended the dragon first. He likes snakes, thought it was a snake, went to check it out... oops sorry Bruno, a dragon followed me home, can we keep him?

- Honestly it also probably likes Giorno best and follows him around everywhere

- Constantly screams at him until Gold Experience gives it a plant or a critter to eat

- Giorno takes it for walks a lot, with it just chilling around his shoulders usually.

- Dragon knows his secret dream is to overthrow the Boss. Pets are the best at keeping secrets

Bruno

- Besides Giorno and Fugo, he is probably the main one who recognizes this is a PET and you have to take care of it

- Has yelled at Mista and Narancia on multiple occasions for trying to feed the dragon cake and pizza

- Turns a blind eye to Abbacchio spoiling the thing

- The dragon recognizes Bruno is the leader, but sometimes elects to ignore that fact

- Has a great move with Bruno where Sticky Fingers puts it in a zipper space, opens a zipper somewhere else, and surprises their enemies with a goddamn motherfucking tiny dragon

- The dragon will sometimes curl up on Bruno’s desk while he’s doing work exactly like a cat, will roll on top of the paperwork if it wants attention

Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is absolutely the type of person to be like “I don’t care about that stinky pet” to everyone, but gives it all the treats and belly scratches when no one is looking

- Bruno found the dragon asleep in Abbacchio’s room one night and snuck a picture because it was so cute

- a little salty the dragon loves Giorno so much

- Dragon will protect Abbacchio at all costs. For the treats

Mista

- Tries to teach the dragon dumb shit. Unfortunately for Mista, it is smarter than him.

- However, it loves fighting alongside the Sex Pistols since they’re about the same size. The dragon and the Sex Pistols come up with cool maneuvers to use in battle (idk I’ve decided this dragon has a Stand or can just see Stands idk the fucking turtle had a Stand). Mista is only filled in on about half of them

- However Mista is the one who naps all the time. The dragon will curl up on top of him and nap with him.

Narancia

- “CAN WE KEEP HIM?” with Giorno, but louder and with puppy eyes.

- Has the dragon race Aerosmith. Swears he will win one day. It’s never gonna happen Narancia.

- Narancia is dumb like Mista but the dragon likes him better. Narancia will never let Mista live it down.

- Ropes the dragon into stupid stuff like messing with Fugo or getting snacks that Abbacchio and Mista hid from him on the top shelf.

Fugo

- Hes the one guy in the group that doesn’t really get along with the dragon

- Like he absolutely sees the tactical advantage it gives them! He and the dragon respect one another. They just aren’t pals

- Dragon saved him from getting hurt in a fight once. Fugo still doesn’t understand why it did that

- it was to get a treat from Abbacchio, but Fugo doesn’t need to know that

#bree writes #jojo headcanons #tiny dragon #bucci gang #its not really an x reader idk how to tag this lmaooo #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #give the bucci gang a cat 2020 #request 💖#i had a lot of fun with this if you couldnt tell

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Save Me From Myself - Leone Abbacchio

The best thing that could ever happen in my life is to become a part of the gang Passione - Or, to be more specific, a part of Buccellati’s team, filled with people with so many past issues that somehow manage to work together and support each other with everything they’ve got, despite their huge differences.

We have, from youngest to oldest, we have:

Giorno, a super cute and pure angel of a kid who is super smart and ambitious. Fugo, a super smart and caring yet hella violent kid who can’t control his temper. Narancia, ADD kiddo who behaves like a 10 year old, but is funny and has nice dance moves. Mista, hella funny guy and easy going, but can get distracted by weird things. Bruno, the mum of the group, everyone loves and looks up to him. And we have Abbacchio, who’s the oldest, acts somehow like the responsible dad of the group, yet he’s more of a very gloomy wine dad.

Of course, being a part of Bruno’s team, we already know each other’s backstories and we know how to support and protect each other when we need it, both morally and emotionally, since, after all, nobody is made of ice or stone.

But that is something that perhaps neither Abbacchio nor I chose to admit...Or maybe we already know that, but we don’t want to say it out loud, because if we do, it will make it real, and we don’t want the bad parts to be real.

When we have pair up missions, I’d usually be paired with Abbacchio, since apparently, we make quite a good team, and can’t say that I complain - He knows when to stay silent, when to make a witty or sarcastic comment, has very nice dark jokes and can be a great conversation partner, especially when it comes to music and bands.

What I realised, however, that I’m not sure everyone knows, is that Abbacchio has a dose of self-hatred so large that it would include the dose of everyone from the team...No, rather said, of all Italy.

Unfortunately, when you’re someone like me, you can easily realise when someone isn’t doing mentally and emotionally too well, and what’s worse, as an empath, you can feel it just like an arrow impaling your heart.

It’s already been about a year since Giorno joined our team and for some reason, things started taking a turn for the unexpected whenever we’d have our weekly restaurant gatherings.

It all started when Mista got himself a girlfriend, and honestly, everyone was shocked because so far, nobody actually had any kind of love life, but we were all super proud and happy for him. He has always been a fun and easy going guy, very adventurous and this charm of his unexpectedly drew interesting girls to him, and managed to get completely head over heels with one.

Three weeks later, Mista couldn’t come to the hang out because he was taking his girlfriend on a date out of the city, but we found out that Giorno, with his really cute tricks and natural innocent charm, found himself in a relationship with a flower girl, very kind and sweet. They met when she was walking her puppy and he pulled on the leash so hard that she fell, but Giorno caught her and helped her out with the puppy, and it was love at first sight.

Of course, we were all very happy for them, because obviously, Giorno deserves the best in life...

And yet, it was weird when we were so few at the table at weekend hang outs.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to fall for a beautiful singer at a jazz bar, who, he found out, always bought meals for children of the streets and bought them clothes and tried to take care of them the best she could.

And now that our Mum friend was busy with his beloved, we are told by Fugo that he also managed to find a girl who is extremely calm, patient and intelligent, just his type, and they are planning a few museum and bookshop dates, as well of some very chill hang outs in the park.

Not even a week later, it was only me, Abbacchio and Narancia at the table, but the little duck was overly enthusiastic today, and told us that he found a girl who doesn’t mind his energetic and airhead personality and wants to take HIM out on an arcade date, and he needs some dating advice so he wouldn’t screw up.

“These kids are so pure and adorable, don’t you think, Leone?” I let out an amused breath, realising that, by now, it was only I and him at the table. “Yeah...They are. they deserve it.” he nodded simply, yet he seemed to not be over with his thoughts. “You seem like you want to say something else. Do you have anything on your mind that you’d like to share?...Hold up, is that lipstick on your neck?” I ask in a gentle voice, that turned into a gasp, which made him hum as he closed his eyes and think over, trying to wipe away the lipstick from his skin. “Well, I suppose I should say it after all. I asked a girl out and we’re going on a date next weekend, so I won’t be present for our weekly hang out...Not that it would make much of a difference, considering we’re the only ones left.” hearing him say that so nonchalantly, broke my heart in very little pieces, but at the same time, I was happy for him. “Woaw, that’s great, I’m so happy for you, Abba! I hope she’s everything you wish for and that you’ll both be happy together!” I congratulated him, but he only let out an amused breath, looking away slightly. “Yeah...Thanks, I guess.” he spoke in a low voice, seemingly absent minded. “You still have something on your mind -... No, rather said, on your heart. Is it something you’d rather keep to yourself?” I ask in a softer voice, leaning a bit on the table. “I’m not sure...” he trailed on, before glancing at him, blinking but not saying anything for a while. “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m not really a talker anyway. I have to go. See you around, Kat.” he nodded at me before leaving the restaurant, leaving me alone. “Bye...” I mutter to myself, staring at the empty seat in front of me.

It was then that I was reminded just how alone I really was, even when surrounded by people that I hold dear, and in turn, hold me dear... Well, not that it really mattered now anyway, since I was truly alone now, both spiritually and physically.

I got up from my seat and started walking around the city aimlessly, not really knowing what to do. When everyone else wasn’t so busy, I’d cling on one of them, depending on the mood I had at the moment...But now? Now I feel like nothing more than a wingless bird, or a paper plane in the wind, just trying to stay in the air.

Everywhere I looked, everyone was happy, everyone had someone that made them happy, and in turn, would make said person happy... And then I’d think at myself, and I’d find nothing more than an endless void of nothingness.

It’s true, I used to date someone too, before Giorno joined us, but...I never, even once, missed one of our hang outs. I suppose the team, my family, for me, was always more important than a relationship that may or may not be fleeting. And...I suppose that’s why my ex kept speaking like that to me, and seeing me in such a bad light. A difference in ideals and mind views that is so radical is never going to work out.

I already miss my Family, despite of how dysfunctional we all are.

How odd.

The next weekend, I went to the restaurant at the regular time, hoping that I would see at least one of the guys... But I was merely lying to myself, or my heart, that is. My brain already knew I was going to be alone.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

The only time I’d meet them is when we’d have to go on missions or stuff like that.

I can’t believe how fast happiness can disappear...It’s almost like it never existed in the first place. How is that fair?

Why am I the only one left alone? Am I really that much of a bad person? Am I really that bad? Or ugly? Or annoying? Or what the hell is wrong with me? And more, what the hell is wrong with my heart? Why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep feeling the need to break down and cry every night with no exception? But I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I feel the need to cry my emotions out and scream my frustrations out at the sky... Or the fact that I can’t?

For the love of God, I can’t express my emotions, I can’t feel them, or maybe I feel too many at once and they threaten to explode, hell, I don’t even understand anything anymore.

This...Is really not fair at all...

About two months into this whole mess, I found myself going out by the sea every night, drinking some red wine that Abbacchio always drank and surprisingly, wasn’t too bad for my tastes, and I would just stare at the sky and let my emotions pour out, but not without cursing myself for looking like an alcoholic.

What was different that night, however, was a very familiar voice that seemed rather irked, continued by a very pitched and nagging female voice.

It sounded like Abbacchio...But I could always be mistaken. After all, drinking a whole bottle of red wine by myself wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

They seemed to be arguing...I don’t know...I wouldn’t want to intervene in their couple affairs. Or at least, that’s what I said, until I heard a loud slapping sound, followed by a deathly silence, which is when I realised that the woman he was with slapped him.

I may not be his girlfriend, but godamn it, nobody treats my family like that...

I marched to where the sound of the woman yelling at him came from, and despite possibly being a bit wobbly, I wasn’t even sure, I glared at her, catching her wrist before she could slap him once again.

“Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are, getting between me and my boyfriend like that?! You look like some drunk slut from the highway, we have no money for your cheap ass!” she shrieked in my face, trashing violently, but I made no hostile move, except for glaring blankly at her. “He’s my family...And I’ll be dead before I allow anyone to treat my family with such disrespect.” I spoke in a low and threatening voice, gripping her wrist tighter. “It’s fine, Katrina, I deserved it.” Abbacchio tried to defend his girlfriend, but I was having none of it. “No, it’s not fine. And you didn’t deserve it. Nobody deserves to be treated like that by the person they love.” I reply simply, but that seemed to make hell break loose. “Oh my GOD! Leone, this is all your fault! Who the hell made you know such a fucking annoying chick like her who doesn’t mind her own damn business?! Screw it, I’m going home! You owe me a nice fucking date next time!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, before pushing me away and stomping in the opposite direction. “God damn it...” Abbacchio’s low voice was barely audible. “Are you okay, Abba...? Does it hurt where she slapped you? Can I heal it with my Stand?” I tried to reach out instinctively with my hands, but he slapped them away harshly, glaring at me, which made me widen my eyes in shock. “Abba...?” I was barely able to speak out. “What the fuck is your problem?! Why do you have to put your nose everywhere that doesn’t concern you? That was MY girlfriend! My date, my problem, my responsibility! ALL mine! You never stop trying to pry into others’ business, under the pretext that we’re family and you want the best for us, but have you ever thought that maybe we DON’T need OR want that?!” it was the first time he spoke so harshly and aggressive toward me, that I had to take a few steps back, away from him, then turn around to hide the tears streaming down my face. “Okay. I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m such a bother for everyone around me. Goodbye.” I manage to speak in a shaky voice, as I started walking back towards the place where I stood previously, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. “W-Wait...Are you crying...?” Leone spoke in an unsure voice, as if he was somehow taken back to reality. “That shouldn’t concern you, should it? It’s none of your business and you shouldn’t pry so much into it. That IS what you said, right, Abbacchio? Who cares about poor little, annoying Katrina, after all? Nobody. Let it remain that way. Who knows, maybe you’ll have the look to completely get rid of me very soon.” I slapped his hand away, before disappearing into the night, not even bothering to hear him out anymore.

From then on, I wasn’t even able to fake my happiness, my face remaining blank and emotionless for most of the time, and I’d only stay around the team for as long the mission needed me, and then I’d just leave back home, to my little safe heaven where I could be myself... But honestly, I couldn’t even be myself there, for I wouldn’t even be able to cry out my feelings or anything of the sort, and for the most time, I’d just watch a movie or listen to music, without feeling anything at all, just wasting my time blankly.

The other guys would voice their concerns quite often and loud, since I wasn’t my usual calming, gentle and happy go lucky self anymore, and it was clear that something was wrong...Especially when I refused to stay anywhere near the silver haired man.

It wasn’t until Bruno paired me up with said man that hell broke loose in a way, and the whole drive to the assigned place was filled with awkward silence, with Abbacchio trying to make conversation by asking if I like the song that’s on or I want to change it, but I didn’t bother giving him any answer, merely looking in front of me as I drove.

By the time we got to the docks to investigate the place, I walked away from him to do my job, but he just stood there, staring into the horizon, trying to say something, but something was keeping him - Most likely his own walls he created.

“We should talk.” he finally spoke up after excruciating minutes. “Really?” I asked sarcastically, now even bothering to look at him. “What were you doing at the beach that night?” he asked after a long pause. “Strictly confidential.” I replied blankly, looking at the little dock house. “What...?!” my response seemed to shock him since I was never so harsh and direct with him, always preferring to speak with a gentler and softer way. “It’s none of your business, is it? Your words, not mine.” I explained as I got inside and looked around the place. “I didn’t mean that. Not a word I said.” he tried to say, but I cut him off fast. “Activate your Stand already, stop wasting time.” I got out, looking at him with a bored expression. “Besides, words spoken always have a meaning and consequences. Action-Reaction, like in Physics, y’know?” I pointed out, as I took a seat on one of the logs around. “Look, I know I fucked up. I lashed out at you for no reason, and I’m sorry about that. I want to make it up to you. You were right to worry about me. Anyone from the team would have done the same. I was an asshole with you, I know that. I let my feelings go out of control... I'm just that kinda guy... a worthless guy who can't see anything through to the end. I always screw it up halfway through.” he spoke now more than I’ve ever heard him before, but the way he described himself made me cringe. “Don’t...Speak like that about yourself...” I muttered, shifting my gaze from him to Moody Blues. “Huh? Even now, after I was such an asshole with you, you try to protect me? Aren’t you an angel?” he chuckled lightly, which only made me sneer. “Shut up. I’m sorry for caring about you and for not wanting you to go through what I’ve been through. But I should’ve known better. You’re 21, you already have enough experience to know what you get yourself into. I won’t say a word next time, don’t worry. I promised not to bother anyone again.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in my seat. “That guy really was a bastard, wasn’t he...?” he muttered with a somehow softened expression. “Don’t try to turn this around. This conversation isn’t about me and nor should you be concerned about me or my feelings in any way.” I reminded him once again, but he was always a stubborn guy. “Lately, I’ve been feeling worse and worse...I guess I just needed a distraction. I never held any feelings for that woman, nor did she for me.” he tried to justify himself, but I merely shrugged. “I don’t see how that concerns me in any way.” I scoffed in annoyance. “You’re the only one I’d trust with my feelings.” he spoke after a brief silence, but I could only laugh sardonically. “Oh, really? Really, now? Are you sure you want to say that after that night? Because, as far as I’m concerned, you want me out of your life! Why would you even bother trying to justify your actions to someone like me anyway?!” I got up, glaring at him dead on. “Look, I give you every right to be mad at me! You can go ahead and punch me or kick me or slap me or whatever, it doesn’t matter, I won’t feel anything so if it will make you feel better, lash out your anger on me, I’d deserve it anyway.” he spoke a bit louder, yet he wore his raw feelings on his sleeve. “Why...Would I do that? You, of all people, should know that I would never, in a million years, do something like that, no matter how angry I am. Are you trying to mock me...?” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he merely shook his head. “I’m trying to get you to forgive me. I’m just very bad at this whole feel-thing...Or people-thing. You already know my past and I’m pretty sure you figured by now why I act the way I act. It’s not rocket science. So just...Tell me what to do to get you to forgive me and be the way we were before. I can’t stand the idea of you hating me.” his voice became much softer and more emotional by the end of it, something uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t hate you.” I looked down, crossing my arms. “You don’t...?” he stepped forward, his face shocked. “I can’t. No matter how much I want to hate you for what you did...I can’t.” I mutter, biting my lip, averting my eyes away from him, until...”Hey...Doesn’t that look oddly enough like your girlfriend...?” I ask breathlessly as Moody Blues took the shape of the girl at the beach. “Oh, great...My hookup is a villain Stand user. Great news.” he facepalmed in anger, before he ran full speed towards me, pushing me away. “Look out!” “Wh-What...?! Leone...?!” I gasped in shock, seeing him on the ground, a really ugly wound on his torso. “Guess we have to kill her.” he chuckled weakly, as I could feel a drop of sweat run down my back. “Damn it, you idiot! You shouldn’t have done that! Why the hell would you do something like that?!” I freaked out, looking at his bleeding wound. “I’ll tell you if I make it through this.” he wore the ghost of a smile that almost challenged me. “...You always know how to irk me the wrong way, don’t you?” I grit my teeth, before I got up, activating my Stand. “I’m not a violent person, chickadee, but now you’ve done it. You really got me mad.” I growled, creating blasting shots of water and throwing them at the woman in front of me. “Awww, what is it? Were you jealous, after all? Were you after my man all this time~?” she giggled, throwing her own blasts of whatever kind of energy that was. “I have no reason to be jealous. Especially not on someone like you.” I smirk as I made molecules of water depart from the actual blast, that would glue themselves on her skin and would get absorbed into her organism. “Oh, really? Can you really afford to say that, even now, knowing that he fucked me?” she laughed condescendingly, but she had no idea what a gruesome demise she’d have. “I almost pity you, you know? You seem like the kind of person who never knew what love is...Not that I’m sympathetic to you in any way. But sure, use that as an excuse to pretend you’re not just an empty shell of yourself.” I chuckled, before snapping my fingers together, which made her explode. “Au revoir.” I flipped my hair, looking at the place she was at just a few seconds ago, before rushing to the fallen ally. “That was pretty cool.” Abbacchio smirked breathlessly. “Guess my plan worked. I tried to look cool in front of you.” I let out an amused breath, before I took off his top, focusing the water to regenerate the cells on his wound so he would heal. “It worked damn well.” he said in a lower voice, watching me heal his wound. “Next time, don’t do that. I almost had a heart attack.” I bit my lip, not daring to meet his gaze. “It’s fine...I don’t feel anything. I haven’t in a long while.” he tried to make light of the situation, but I knew. I knew the truth, but I couldn’t say anything.

I didn’t even realise that I stopped healing him until tears started falling down my cheeks without any means to stop.

“H-Hey, why are you crying? I was joking, don’t take me so seriously-” he tried to take that back, but I knew better. “Don’t do that...Don’t. Just don’t. I already know...I know that so much that it hurts...” I manage to speak, hiding my face with my hands, not wanting him to see me crying. “Hey, come on...No need to cry over someone like me. Your pretty face should shine with a smile all the time, not cry.” he put his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “Don’t act so brave in front of me, it’s annoying. Not when I already know how much you’re hurting...I understand you so well...I’m just too scared to say it out loud...But lately, I couldn’t even pretend that it’s not true. That’s why...I wanted to protect you from everything bad that would make you feel even worse...” I tried to explain myself, until I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “Look, I’ll be frank. I love you. I’m done hiding. I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause you deserve better, not a depressed guy who’s stuck in the past. You deserve someone bright and caring like Buccellati who’d treat you like a princess and all that. I’m not worthy of your feelings.” he stroked my hair gently, pouring all his feelings out. “Don’t...Say that...Ever again. Look at me...You think I’m any better? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve felt all this time since you all got too busy for your family? Do you have any idea how bad I felt without you guys around? As if before that wasn’t bad enough...Now I’ve become an even greater mess. I either cry randomly, or feel nothing at all. I don’t even know what I am or what I feel anymore...And you say you’re no good for me? Did you hit your head too or what?” I spoke out everything I had to say, not even feeling embarrassed or scared anymore. “Don’t say that...You will regret it later on. I can’t even help myself, how could I possibly support you emotionally in any way?” he asks in a self-deprecating tone. “You’re impossible...” I sigh dramatically, as I raise my head and cupping his face, I capture his purple-painted lips in a tender kiss, with enough passion to show him that I mean it, but gentle enough, almost as if afraid that either of us would break from the pent up emotions that kept overwhelming us. “Are you sure...?” he mutters, his eyes wide in surprise. “If you want another one, you can just say so.” I smirk softly, before he put one arm around me, while his other hand was on the back of my head, and he pulled me into another kiss, just as full of love. “Do I really have to ask?” he let out an amused breath. “No. I’ll just let you steal them.” I could feel the ghost of a side-smile creeping on my face as I helped him get up from the ground. “Well, mission complete. Let’s go back home now. We gotta report to our dear Capo, after all.” I intertwined my fingers with his. “There’s gonna be a lot of explaining to do. How bothersome.” he said, yes the chuckle betrayed his words. “Hey, I’ll just look at the bright side. I won’t have to sit at the restaurant table by myself anymore.” I shrugged with an innocent smile on my face. “Low blow, tesoro. Low blow.” he shook his head, yet he was smiling, just as much.

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coming up roses (Pannacotta Fugo)

It begins with a secret.

The scent of roses colored the afternoon as you coughed and retched violently until you finally vomited. Pannacotta Fugo saw red, a shade of red so terrifying he thought you were vomiting blood, but then he realized that they were simply petals. And that was somehow worse. The afternoon was serene and quiet, save for the sound of your desperate heaving. He wanted to help; he knew he needed to help, but he found that he was rooted to the spot. A cough you could manage, a cold you could treat, but for unrequited love; what was a person to do?

Hanahaki disease. Unlucky victims would find themselves choking on petals unless they learned to accept the futility of their love. Not only would it tear your throat, it would tear your heart. It was an exercise in acceptance and a cautionary tale on love.

You wipe the bile and spittle from your lips, catching just the faintest hint of blood on your knuckles. You wonder how you’re going to clean this all up, but then you see him. Your eyes widen, how embarrassing, now someone knew what a loser you were, and not just anybody, Fugo, ticking time bomb and your handler. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to give him, anything would do, but just as you open your lips another onslaught of petals leaves your lips. This time, without anything to steady you, you crumple on the grass.

Can’t breathe… Can’t think…

All you can process is the painful surge of petals in your throat, filling up your lungs and the pangs of your broken heart. This time, he finds it in himself to kneel beside you. He tentatively puts a hand on your back and rubs awkward circles into the fabric of your sweater. It was a surprisingly effective gesture and soon the vomiting subsides.

You take in a few ragged gasps of air as you turn to Fugo, eyes deathly serious as they bore into him.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

Fugo has taken to hanging around you after that particular incident and you have to play every card in your hand just to keep yourself from bumping into him. Which was no small feat as it felt like he was everywhere, in the little hole-in-the-wall cafe you loved to frequent, the museum, the library.

Surprisingly, you manage to avoid him for a whole week. That is until, Fugo finally catches on and corners you as you leave the bathroom after a meeting in the Italian restaurant Bruno adored. You tremble at the close proximity you find yourself in. You wonder if he’s going to stab you in the face with a fork too, on instinct, you self-consciously try to wipe away any traces of the flowers.

“I promised you that I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Fugo says with barely concealed annoyance.

“You did,” you reply, anxiously looking around. It didn’t bode well for people to catch you in close proximity with him.

“So why are you avoiding me?”

“Avoiding you!?” You laugh, trying to inject as much honesty as you could into your voice, “I- I wasn’t avoiding you. I mean…”

You sigh, a hopeless liar, “fine, but I don’t see how it was any of your concern seeing as you walked into a very private moment.”

“It wasn’t like I meant to intrude. Everyone was wondering where you’d gone off to.”

He hits the nail on the head. Stunned into silence, you can’t help but wallow just a bit in the guilt that pools in your heart. He was just worried, like a good team member ought to be.

“I’m sorry,” you meekly eke out.

“It’s alright,” Fugo supplies, though now that he says his part an awkward tension hangs between the two of you. That is until…

“Just tell me one more thing, _____.”

“Alright.”

A sheepish yet smug smirk blooms on his face. A dangerous weapon indeed, the kind of smirk that melts hearts better than Purple Haze ever could, the kind that turns you into a flustered mess, the kind of smirk that you wished you could smack right out of his face. “Is it me?”

You blush furiously as you push him away. Stomping off in the opposite direction as quickly as you could. You fume a little, your heart beating fast, who’s wouldn’t? With someone like Fugo so close…

Over the next few days, when Fugo hangs around you, you don’t run. His behavior the mirror image of a puppy, a tidbit of information that annoys you just as much as it amuses you. His presence is welcome but also a bit of a distraction. And of course, he was a great partner to have on missions. You had eyes on you constantly, and sometimes you worried that some of the other guys was catching on, which made it even more difficult to hide your attacks. But he had been strangely helpful and with his partnership and assistance you manage to hide your disease from the rest of the teams, sometimes, you would stop vomiting long enough to feel normal again.

“What does it feel like,” Fugo asks. The question borders on offensive and it hits you where it hurts, but you know that there is no malice in his words. You learned that about Fugo, painfully curious and brutally straightforward. Though, you liked that about him. You knew what you got when you hung out with him. Still, just because you knew what was coming didn’t make it hurt any less.

You grit your teeth, “your lungs constrict with the petals blocking it, your heart hurts so much if feels like it’s going to burst, and your throat burns as it forces the flowers out.”

Fugo is silent for a moment, mulling over your words.

“But sometimes, I like it. When I look at the petals, I like to think that it’s a little bit of my love leaving me.”

…loves me, loves me not.

Your tone is hopeful, with just a hint of bitterness, “I like to think that one day I’ll run out and that’ll mean I’ve moved on.”

“You’re weird,” Fugo snorts. “But, I can’t argue with that logic.”

There was something about today. Perhaps because your attacks weren’t as frequent as before so he let his guard down. It was dessert and all was well. Narancia and Mista were going off on their wild conversations while Fugo tried to keep up. Abbachio was doing his thing and Bruno was just enjoying the food. You don’t really remember how it went but the next thing you know Mista was asking about your relationship status.

“I’m painfully single,” you said, an awkward smile on your lips. Damn. You felt your breaths coming in shallow puffs as you tried to seem like everything was nice and peachy. You ask Bruno if you can be excused, but you don’t wait for his response as you make a beeline for the bathroom. They won’t notice. You stand up while Mista asks Narancia.

They don’t know, they don’t know.

“How about you Fugo, seeing anybody lately?

“Well,” the words roll off his tongue sheepishly, “there is someone I’m interested in.”

You were standing just behind him, when you felt the world turning upside down. A wave of nausea hits you with all the force of a sucker punch and before you know it, you’ve collapsed onto your knees and have begun heaving up roses. More than the pangs of your heart, you were just mortified. An attack, in the middle of a noisy restaurant, in front your team, in front of all these people. You wanted to disappear.

You wanted the ground to swallow you up.

They were alarmed certainly, they thought it was a Stand. But Fugo sets their fears at ease, he explains, the secret was out, scattered all over the floor. Abbachio sends you a silent, knowing look as he offers to take you home and the others clean up. You don’t notice the worried look Fugo sends in your direction, all you can think about is that you want to disappear. At least, it couldn’t get any worse from here on out, could it?

Of course it could, what were you thinking? He sits beside you as you lay in bed. An awkward tension hanging over the two of you like it once did that day.

“I assumed, but I didn’t want to say anything,” his voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

He wasn’t saying anything that you didn’t already know.

“Tell me the truth, am I at fault?”

“You don’t have anything to do with this,” you reassure him, “it’s my fault for liking you.”

“No,” he says firmly, “it is my fault. I should have been clearer with you.”

You pause, not understanding for a moment. He places a shaky hand over your own. When your eyes meet, he holds it firmly, like he always did.

“I was worried, I didn’t know how to react or what to say but seeing you…seeing that.” He chokes up, his words dripping with guilt. “I really didn’t know that you felt that way and I don’t want to cause you anymore pain. So I -”

“You don’t have to do that for me,” you cut in abruptly, your voice taking on an edge you didn’t know you could muster. “I don’t want your guilt and as of now, I don’t think I want your love either.”

He stutters, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Your dearest friend, the object of your affection no more. Despite it all, he manages a smile. It is sincere, it is genuine. There. That was what you loved about him, that big heart of his.

As Bruno leaves the room, you cough.

The last of the petals leave your lips and as you regard it, you finally breathe unobstructed for the first time in a long while.

When Fugo enters your room, a bit winded from the dash over to your place. He barely notices the petals on your hand. Dread weighs on him just as the sky weighed down Atlas, he gulps.

“How are you feeling?” A safe question, meant to test out the waters.

“Better now, thank you,” you breathe deeply, savoring the air that fills your lungs.

How you’d taken the simple thing for granted. You tell him for the first time in a long while that you can breathe a lot easier now. The flowers choking your lungs and holding your heart hostage have wilted. But you are in full bloom.

When he walks home that night, he feels sick, but he brushes it off. His memories of the scene in your room play out in his head like a broken record.

“You- you’re important to me.”

Why those words? Why did he say that? Perhaps it was conceited of him to assume those words would solve everything. But you liked him didn’t you? Wasn’t he the reason? And your response, that sad smile…

“I don’t think that love is for me.”

It hurts. Why did it hurt?

He feels sick. His voice is hoarse and he’s out with a fever. This was not how he wanted you to see him. Still, it was nice of you to drop by, your hand cold on his forehead, and -

“Get well soon Fugo.”

The door to his quiet apartment shuts and the room is silent save for the sound of his ragged breathing. He closes his eyes, head pounding. He feels like everything is going around in circles even though he’s lying in bed. He groans and then it happens.

He coughs.

It was so small and so delicate he almost missed it. But when his eyes register it, his blood runs cold. A petal dances across his eyes.

No.

And then it hits him in earnest. He barely has time to lean over to the direction of his bedroom floor. It’s a desperate attempt to keep his bed a little clean. He regurgitates lilac petals. It hurts. It’s so hard to breathe. But most of all, his heart burns. When the attack finally passes, he can’t help it.

What Fugo, did you honestly think you were loved? How vain, how foolish. Honestly, how could someone ever love you?

His tears water the ruined flowers.

#i just #adORE THE #hanahaki disease #au #heres one for strawberry boy fugo #pannacotta fugo #vento aureo #pannacotta fugo x reader #fugo x reader #angst #jjba x reader #jjba #play #side a

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Criminal Minds s01e21 Secrets and Lies review

Episode 21 – Secrets and Lies

Oh snap! Now this episode sounds like something worth watching! Secrets and lies … wonder whose secrets are going to be covered by lies?

Let’s see what happens.

Ooh, Baltimore. I honestly can only think of Hairspray when I see the name Baltimore. Sorry.

Why is that lady bringing her kids out into a weird place in the middle of the night? It’s seriously freaky.

Lady, he’s saying he’d help, let him! I think … though if past is prologue this isn’t such a good idea after all. Let’s see what goes on.

Oh snap! That big guy just got sucker-punched. Damn.

Oh he just had his neck snapped. Fuck. That poor guy.

Oh god, he is now stationed by two people as having committed suicide in a patriotic act? That is the most messed up thing ever to do to a guy.

Who is Gideon calling?

Gideon knew the guy? Aww, baby.

So the guy was a CIA agent, this guy Gideon is talking to is working with the CIA too (I think, he might be FBI, I’m not really sure), and now someone suspects that someone in this guy’s team killed the first one. Oh god, my brain is dizzy.

Hell yeah, they need the team. This guy is really annoying with his strict rules.

Damnit, I want to see Kirsten on the roster already! I can’t stress this enough.

Albert Einstein: “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as judge in the field of truth and knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.” And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why albert Einstein was a weird genius. I don’t necessarily believe this sentence to be true, but it is composed in such a brilliant way that I love it.

Lol, they’re all creeped out at being called into the office at 2am. Aw, babies.

“Call me a cynical, but considering it’s 2am, it can’t be good,” “You are a genius.” JJ, you are one sarcastic lady.

I don’t want to think how Morgan knows about the wound patterns, that’s seriously freaky.

Oh my god, Penelope’s shock at Gideon being inside the CIA (not officially) is the cutest thing ever. Also, conspiracy theorist in the making, anyone?

So they did background checks on all of them? Ugh, creepy.

Kruger Spence looks like one of those creepy guest stars on Castle, lol. I love recognizing them.

“If I may ask, sir – I don’t know your name, Nathan – the thing that I don’t get is our team’s there, why can’t we go to Langley? Do I look like a threat to national security? Seriously.” “Your name is on our list.” “List? What list? I work for the FBI, and you’re telling me I’m on a list that says I can’t go to the CIA?” “You’re on a list.” And bam, she’s on a list! Fuck! Oh boy, my baby has been tagged as a cyber threat? Oh no.

“You do know what this means?” “What?” “We’ll be able to find out whether Princess Diana’s death was really an accident.” “I think that’s exactly the kind of thing that got you on their list.” Oh sweetie, I knew it! She’s a total freak for conspiracy theories! Oh honey!!!!

Oh I love how the CIA agents totally intimidate them. I love how they portray them in this show. And I just realized that I use the word ‘love’ a lot, and I ain’t even sorry.

Oh snap. They’re in some serious business now if Gideon tells them to trust no one but him. Frack.

Wait, why has Gideon met with Summers three days before he was killed? What the fuck is going on here?

So they have four suspects, which are the four top spies in the unit, one of them is Bruno Hawks who worked with Gideon, Gina Sanchez that feisty lady whom Gideon recommended be taken off the field, Kruger Spence who looks deranged as fuck and Olivia Hopkins who is seriously smoking.

Wow Spence is a dick. Not Spencer Reid! Kruger Spence is the dick. Okay? I’ll never describe my baby like that.

“Whoa, it’s not all about profiling. I get my fair share of action.” “Mm, I bet you do.” Ooh, Sanchez you teasing my chocolate Adonis?

Hahahah that’s where Morgan lives. And he has a dog named Clooney. I love Derek so much! He’s such a cute softy!

Is he seriously trying to goad her into confessing? Ooh, he’s good.

Elle, I love you. She’s trying to provoke her into admitting something because she’s a strong independent woman into confessing. I love those BAU lovelies.

Wait, Spence and Hopkins were having an affair? Damn. And he left in the middle of the night? What a dick. I mean, I guess he had to keep up an appearance to the wife, but come on! That’s a dick move.

Wait, are they seriously going to kill Olivia now? Oh boy. Oh fucking hell.

Fuck! That was beyond brutal.

I literally jumped in my seat.

Why would they lie about Olivia being killed? And why are you suddenly denying it, Spence? Are you somehow involved? I mean, that’s low.

Wait. Did Hawks seriously just show no emotion about Olivia’s death and just express anger at it? That is some cold-heartedness.

“Morgan, your girlfriend’s back.” Oh honey, I don’t even want to know what you told Sanchez to ask for Derek. I’m just laughing too hard right now.

Summers ordered his own psych evaluation? Not really making any sense here.

That woman is so brave, but I feel bad for the kids that they have to stay alone so much when they’re so young.

Wait, so John Summers was seriously paranoid? Oh boy.

I love JJ and Garcia so much. They are both geniuses. Summers’ cover in Saudi Arabia was a shipping company, so he put Aaliyah and the kids in a shipping containment box. Love you!!!

Someone just tapped into Garcia’s feed and found out where Aaliyah is? Oh fuck.

Gideon just vetoed Gina as the mole and he’s sending her with Morgan? Oh boy. I’m not really sure about this, putting my baby in danger like this is seriously doing nothing for my frayed nerves.

But why is Hawks suddenly opposing this? Control freak. Damn it.

Wait. They still think it’s Kruger? Okay … he just looks seriously too lame to betray his country.

Fuck. That crazy Hassan found them. Shit. He’s going to kill Aaliyah. I just hope he doesn’t hurt the kids. Fuck.

Good the found them. Please help them.

Oh! Morgan just schooled Hassan! Damn!

He tried to pull the diplomatic immunity card, and the container hasn’t passed through custons so it’s not part of the US soil and bam, said the lady! They can arrest him! Whoo!

Wait. What. The fuck? Why is Gina putting her gun to Morgan’s head? What the fuck is going on here? And how can I stop this? Shit! Put the gun down, Gina!!!!!

So she now wants to kill Hassan? Why the fuck did she put her gun on Derek beforehand? I’m confused.

Why would she kill someone in front of kids? Fuck. That was awful.

Wait. It was Bruno all the time? Fuck!

Oh, I love her! She just made sure that Bruno was the mole by pretending to shoot the guy and always has been in touch with Gideon? Oh god, Gina you are amazing lady.

Bruno you fucking dick. I hate you. Go to hell. Is there any other way to express my anger? Hmm, I’ll think of something.

Oh my god, Garcia is looking for Prince William’s phone number? And she found it? I LOVE PENELOPE GARCIA!

She accidentally shut down everything. Oh my pretty little puppy. I love you. Kirsten is the best thing that ever happened to TV. I love her so much. Aww!!!!

Wait. Did Gina just flirt with Derek? Back off, that guy is clearly saved for Penelope. Enough!

George Orwell: “In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” And that is why I love this guy! Oh my god, I’m so happy they quoted two amazing geniuses that I know and love.

Okay, so this episode was just a clusterfuck to my brain from start to finish, but it was so brilliantly written and so amazingly conceptualized and thought-out and had so much going on and humor interspersed in it that it was hands-down one of the best episodes of the season. Which is ironic, because it’s the penultimate episode and I’m kind of freaking out that I’m about to finish season 1 and I’m not really emotionally ready to see what comes up next in the upcoming season. Fuck. I’m rambling. Alright, I’ll leave it here and see you all tomorrow! Mwaaaaah! Tons of virtual hugs and kisses

#criminal minds #s01e21 #secrets and lies #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #jason gideon #mandy patinkin #derek morgan #shemar moore #elle greenaway #lola glaudini #jennifer jareau #aj cook #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #penelope garcia #kirsten vangsness

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