Bitchin’ Bastard Boy.

Thank you for coming, @widdlepeets​!

Drabble:

Formaggio is, well, dysfunctional at the best of times, but Cannella manages to round him up and get him presentable enough that she isn’t embarrassed to be seen with him. She means well, of course, though Formaggio could care less about what he looks like at any given moment. He’s only here to converse with his friends for a little bit then snag a bite to eat and leave. Of course, upon arriving, he quickly realizes parties are—shockingly—fun! There’s nothing he likes more than dancing with Cannella he comes to acknowledge, and they are soon the life of the party! 

From chatting with people he’s never paid any mind to, to catching up with his old friends, Formaggio quite enjoys himself. He expected to lounge in the corner, maybe exploring to find some cute animals to pet, but he and Cannella become willfully wrapped up in party shenanigans. 

Prosciutto, Cannella, and Formaggio spend a lot of the party gossiping and sipping drinks at the bar, leaving Juno and Jean to learn a little too much about their party guests. Still, everyone begs for Cannella and Formaggio to stay when they finally decide to head home, as their lively nature and quips throughout the night have everyone having a great time.

Formaggio, his arm around Cannella’s waist as they exit, drinks in hand—Juno’s expensive glassware also in hand—bid the few scattered guests goodbye.

“I knew you’d have fun tonight, Formaggio. You were a hit with the neighbors,” Canella notes, swinging her own drink lazily around as they amble down the sidewalk. 

“I never said I wouldn’t have fun, just that I didn’t want to get all dressed up for nothing. This jacket is getting on my nerves,” Formaggio replies, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll live,” she shoots back, a cheeky smile on her face as she pecks his cheek. “Besides, when we get home I’ll take it off of you myself.”

Headcanons:

The two get home, quickly changing into something more comfortable

And that’s not an innuendo

They literally change into pajamas, and spend time simply lounging on the couch, both of their feet aching from dancing and standing most of the time

There’s nothing the two love more than falling asleep in each others arms, exhausted but content

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Thank you for coming, @whoreiaki-kakyoin​! 

Drabble:

Laur looks themselves up-and-down in the mirror, finishing their makeup as they stand between their partners. “I thought I looked a tad revealing,” Laur speaks up, gesturing to the two men on either side, “but looks like I had nothing to worry about with you two around. You both clean up nicely.” 

Leone says nothing, rolling his eyes as he fixes the collar on his shirt. Risotto meets Laur’s gaze. “I can’t tell if you’re insinuating we’ll scare off any assholes or we look like residents of the red-light district.” 

“I think you know which one I mean,” she replies cheekily, giving both a peck on the cheek before gesturing to the door. “Now let’s go. I’d like to make a good impression.”

The three make it to the party on time, Risotto taking the lead and curtly yet charismatically introducing himself to or greeting the other guests. He has a soft smile on his face, making sure to keep an arm on Laur’s shoulder as Leone maintains a content hand on her waist. The two men are rather reserved on the best of days, so they ground themselves with something familiar.

“I’m glad you three could make it!” Juno excitedly says, greeting the throuple with two tentative hand-shakes for the guarded men and a hug for Laur. “Laur, you would not believe the new little boy I just got!”

“I wasn’t aware you and Jean had children,” Risotto speaks up.

“We don’t, well, not the human kind—anyway, I’m stealing Laur for a bit, you two feel free to seek shelter at the bar! I’ve got to introduce her to Wafer!” 

The two men give each other a confused look, left in the dust as their partner is stolen away. “Is this why she wanted to come here so badly?” Leone questions aloud.

“Probably,” replies Risotto. “Care for a drink?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Headcanons:

The two goths are reunited with their partner eventually, both letting out a silent sigh of relief as they welcome Laur to the bar stool in between the two

“We thought you’d never come back,” Risotto quips

“We were about to celebrate,” teases Leone

“Is that why multiple people told me the two of you sat here like lost puppies the entire time I was gone? Sounds like a real party”

“Whatever,” Leone murmurs

“You two are so cute when you get all shy”

“Risotto, care to head home early and leave Laur to hang out with Juno?”

“Hey! Don’t you dare! I need my goth guard dogs”

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Thank you for coming, Emmet!

Drabble:

You lead the way into the party, Risotto lingering behind you like a duckling afraid of losing its mother. Smiling, you begin to chat amongst the other guests, all the while making your way to the fully stocked bar in the corner of Juno’s living room—why does that exist again? Regardless, you make sure to grab yourself a drink, ordering Risotto’s as well before he has the chance to speak.

“I could’ve ordered my own,” he says, now sipping on his favorite as he locks eyes with you. You smile from behind your drink.

“So my shadow does speak,” you tease.

“Would you like to walk home alone? I am more than okay with leaving you here,” Risotto replies, though you can tell by the slight quirk of his lips that he’d never do such a thing, merely playing into your teasing.

“Like you’d be able to find your way home alone without me,” is your snarky return.

“Is this a lover’s quarrel I hear,” Juno butts in, sliding some appetizers between the two of you, as though cucumber sandwiches would somehow stop you two from your rebuttals.

“Just teasing,” you explain. “Risotto’s never been the party-type.”

“I just don’t feel the need to go out and get black-out drunk when I could do the same thing in the comfort of my own home.”

“Having fun with people you like,” you chime in. “I know getting you to socialize with people you barely know is like pulling teeth, but I promise everyone here is more than willing to chat if you give them the chance.”

“I’ll follow your lead,” he says.

“I know,” you reply.

Headcanons:

Risotto does find new acquaintances, with your help, of course

It’s not that he’s helpless, though you might tease him, but having living the life he has, it’s no surprise he’s not keen on socializing

Still, after you two arrive home, he can’t help but flash you a genuine, loving smile

“I’m glad we did that”

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Thank you for coming, @papersirens​!

Drabble:

When you two arrive, it’s like a celebrity has walked in. After all, who would pass up the chance to meet the couple featured in every issue of every gossip tabloid to circulate in Melkhole Meadows?

With his hand nestled tightly against your hip, nails digging in just enough to let you know he’s not letting you go, you greet everyone with a smile. A familiar couple catches your eye, and by the way Dio tenses up beside you, you know he sees them, too.

Kat and Diego both greet you, and you immediately dive into conversation with Diego’s date, leaving the two menaces to painstakingly begin a dialogue of their own.

“Still have your. . . pets?” Dio asks, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice.

“We don’t plan on getting rid of them, so yes. Our little lizard still keeping you up at night? I didn’t think you were the type to get scared.”

“And I didn’t think you were the type to wear pants that don’t block traffic, and yet here we are.”

“Boys,” You and Kat scold at the same time.

“I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the other residents of this house, then,” Diego says, smirk on his face as Kat pulls him away.

“What is he insinuating?” Dio mutters, rolling his eyes as he follows you to the bar.

“Juno and Jean’s pets,” you remark, catching his words. You sip on your drink, waiting for the pieces to connect.

“They have. . . those mongrels?”

“Who did you think Rattlesnake Jake was?” Juno chimes in, pouring a drink for the blond man.

“I thought you and your French idiot simply had an atrocious taste in infant names.”

“This is coming from the man who named his son after a ninja turtle,” the bartender replies. “And don’t lie. I know you don’t give a fuck about the sculptor.”

“Why would I name my child after an animated version of the very creatures I fear?”

“So you admit it. You’re scared of reptiles.”

“Melk, I’m going home. Something about the hosts around here is irritating me.”

Headcanons:

Despite his annoyance, Dio remains until you finally decide you’ve had enough

As you bid the hosts goodbye, Dio’s hand snakes against your hip again, and you can tell he’s more than ready to leave by the steady drumming of his fingers

You already know what’s in store for you when you get home, so don’t bother to hide your smirk when you’re finally out in the open night air

“Anybody tell you you’re about as subtle as a hooker in a monastery?”

“Just you, my love”

“Good to know my promise has you caught hook, line, and sinker”

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Thank you for coming, Julie!

Drabble:

While you are more than happy Risotto has found conversation with his comrades, you’re feeling a little left out. You let out a sigh, deciding to head to the food table, grabbing a few things to munch on while you concoct a plan to steal your lover away from his friends. It’s not that you weren’t happy for him, but you didn’t come to a party with him so he could talk with someone else.

“You look down. What’s up?” Juno asks from their spot behind the table, tongs in hand as they dish out food. 

You say nothing, instead looking to where Risotto remained, chatting. Your hands fiddle with each other.

Juno hums, clueing into your problem. “Be right back, okay? Here, help yourself.” Juno hands over the tongs before scurrying away, leaving you to click the metal utensil together confusedly. 

“Will Julie’s partner please report to the food table? Thank you!” Juno’s voice calls from the speakers. You supposed that was one solution. 

You’re flabbergasted, but thankful as you feel two arms snake around you and lips peck your hair. “I’ve been trying to get away from them since we got here,” Risotto’s deep voice whispers in your ear.

You turn around, tossing the tongs aside as you press your lips to his. This night just took a turn for the best. 

“Your lips taste like cake,” he mumbles against you.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll taste more than just my lips,” you whisper coyly. 

Headcanons:

After that, Risotto tries to get you to leave almost hourly, but you’re conversing with friends, and so time rolls on as he grows more impatient.

For a grown man, he has the temperament of a child.

At midnight, he finally gets you out the door and back to your own house, hands eagerly taking off the clothes you’d spent so long getting into.

“I never want you out of my sight,” he breathes.

“Treat me right and I won’t go anywhere,” you reply.

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Thank you for coming, @amberswords​!

Drabble:

Despite the three of you not being much into parties, the opportunity to spend time with friends and indulge in free food was too good to pass up. You all made your way to the food table right away, examining the multitude of options. Setting your own appetizer next to the many others, you picked up a plate, overwhelmed with choices.

You looked to your partners, examining their plates for ideas. Eventually, you decided that if you didn’t grab everything, one of you three was bound to have it.

As you finally glanced up, content with your selection, the welcoming faces of Jean and Juno greeted you. “Glad you three could make it,” Juno says, a smile on their lips. “I was afraid y’all wouldn’t come, being sort of introverts and all.”

“We probably wouldn’t have under different circumstances,'' Noriaki chimes in, “But good food and better friends won us over.” 

"Très bien,” Jean exclaims, “It’s always nice seeing you all.” He leans over the table, trying his best to hug the three of you.

“You could’ve just gone around,” Jotaro mutters, watching the Frenchman now try to pick the food pieces from his nice shirt. “Good grief. Looks like you haven’t changed.” 

“You don’t have to be so harsh,” you say, lightly nudging Jotaro. “He’s your friend. C’mon. Let’s go sit so I can steal food off your plates.”

By the time Juno and Jean bid you three goodbye, you all are mentally drained. Whose idea was it to go to a party, anyway?

Headcanons:

Despite having no social battery, the two of you round out the night with cuddles on the couch, binging your favorite show before heading to bed.

Of course, somehow, you all found the energy to stay awake just a little while longer. . . 

Doing what?

Ask your neighbors. 

For such quiet people, you three could cause quite a ruckus.

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Thank you for coming, @angelminci​!

Drabble:

Despite giving themselves optimal time to get ready, Bianco and Melone still show up a few minutes past the party’s starting time. Melone not only fussed over his outfit, but Bianco’s as well, insisting they both look their best to greet the neighborhood. The duo quickly fall into conversation with the rest of Melone’s close friend group, and it’s as though Bianco has been a part of it since it began. The chat is rather brief, however, as Melone picks up a favorite song of the pair blaring over the speakers. He takes Bianco’s hand, and the two join in with the party guests dancing under the disco ball. The songs are one gem after another, and the pair can’t help but keep falling in sync, hands on each other as they sing along to the lyrics. They get quite a few compliments from other attendees. By the time they’re well and truly out of breath, the party has begun to trickle out, but they pay no mind.

Bianco has a seat at the bar, Melone by his side. Two waters are ordered. Though an odd drink of choice for a party, it’s understandable.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Juno comments, sliding two waters to the duo. “I’m glad.”

“Definitely,” Bianco replies, taking a large sip of the cold liquid. “I’m counting this as a workout.”

Juno laughs. “Don’t wear yourself out too much. You still have to make it home.”

“Mel will just carry me, won’t you?” Bianco teases.

“We’ll rope someone into carrying us both home,” replies Melone. “I am rather skilled in convincing people.” 

“If it’s that big a deal, I’ll get Jean to carry you two. But it’s no rush. Have fun,” Juno says.

After their short break, they’re back at it, simply enjoying each other in the music.

Headcanons:

Bianco and Melone do make it home on their own with no intentions of giving up the party just yet.

Of course, they save the best moves for last.

Music plays in the bedroom, giving the two a rhythm to move to.

By the time morning rolls around, the two are well and truly exhausted.

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Thank you for coming, @traingang​!

Drabble: 

It’s always an exciting event when Kat and Diego show up. Something about the energy they exude always seems to fill everyone with the urge to do something they’ve never done before! Though Diego may stir up mischief, he’s always welcomed purely because of his charismatic attitude. Juno flashes a smile at the pair, a tray of appetizers in their hand. “Welcome, you two! Glad you came! Care for a snack?” 

Kat snags a piece while Diego takes a large handful of his favorite dish. “Thanks for having us, Juno,” Kat replies, rolling her eyes at her partner’s lack of manners towards the host. “We’re happy to be here.”

“Make yourself at home! We’ve got snacks, dessert, entrees, dancing, karaoke, and games that happen every so often!”

Diego, the show-off he is, pays close attention to the opportunity to perform, even if it’s just party karaoke. 

“I know that look,” Kat notes. “What scheme are you up to now?”

“You’ll see,” he replies, a subtle smirk appearing on his lips.

When Juno makes the announcement that karaoke is starting, Diego is first to go, microphone in hand and ready to sing before he even chooses the song.

Kat watches, excited to see what he performs. They know he’s a show-off, but they can’t remember the last time they heard Diego sing. 

Headcanons: 

Diego steals the show, as always, and basks in the glory as people clap over his extravagant karaoke performance.

Kat says nothing, just staring with a twinkle of something in her eye that catches Diego’s attention.

“How’d you like the show?” he asks, hand finding itself on her waist.

“Follow me home and I just might put on a show of my own.” 

Diego wastes no time in dragging Kat out the door.

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Thank you for coming, @aeons-domain​!

Drabble:

It’s not an exaggeration to say all eyes center on Madison, Jotaro, and Kakyoin as they walk through the door. Immediately, Jotaro and Noriaki fall behind Madison, allowing her to lead the way as she greets the other guests. Unlike her introverted partners, Madison smiles politely and openly, making sure every attendee has been properly introduced to her and her companions. “You look amazing,” Juno compliments, striking up a conversation with Madison as Jotaro and Kakyoin are sucked into listening to Polnereff’s long-winded stories. 

Despite what it may seem, Jotaro is content to listen to Polnareff talk, as it’s merely background noise to him. What he’s really focused on is Madison—her hair elegantly braided as she talks animatedly to the host. Kakyoin catches on to Jotaro’s gaze, and soon joins him, leaving Polnareff in the dust as they take up residence on either side of Madison, linking their arms with her.

“Hello, boys,” she says, laughing.

“Hey!” Polnareff cries, “Were you two even listening to me?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” Kakyoin deadpans.

Polnareff lets out a whine, huffing as he crosses his arms. “How rude and inconsiderate. Reminds me of when—”

Juno cuts him off. “Jean, sweetheart. Go get me a glass of sparkling cider, won’t you?”

As Polnareff departs from Madison and the others, Juno laughs. “With those two at your sides, you look like a celebrity with groupies.”

“If the shoe fits,” Madison teases, giving both of their hands an affectionate squeeze.

Headcanons:

The dynamic between the trio may have been juxtaposing in a lot of ways, but the three mesh together beautifully.

Madison manages to loosen up the two pretty quickly, getting Jotaro to chuckle a few times during conversation.

Kakyoin ends the night with a smile permanently on his lips, while Jotaro visibly relaxes, shoulders coming down.

While the two might not be fans of parties, with Madison with them, they feel just a little bit better about attending. 

Of course, their enjoyment is also heightened during the trio’s own after-party.

What does that after-party entail? That’s not for the public to see. Eheh.

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Thank you for coming, @uminozerol​! <3

Drabble:

Joshu is reluctant when Umi brings up the fact that they’re going to a party. He’d prefer not to go at all, but it seems like his partner isn’t giving him a choice. Upon seeing her all dolled up in a pretty floral dress, hair styled beautifully to frame her face, he is a lot less whiny about going, however, and even lets her pick out an outfit for him.

He notes that he’ll be the best dressed at the party, and gives himself a smug smile in the mirror before grabbing the dessert Umi offered to bring to the event. 

Upon arriving, Umi drags Joshu straight to someone he’d rather not see. Of course Dio would be here.

Umi makes small talk with Dio’s partner, leaving Joshu to fend for himself. Joshu doesn’t deserve to be treated so harshly by the tall blond, and so he tries his best to manage. Luckily, Umi’s voice pulls him away from getting bullied further. “Joshu, let’s head to the bar, okay? I heard Juno stocked my favorite.”

By the time midnight rolls around, Joshu has to steady his date with her arm around his shoulder. She places a drunken kiss on his cheek, leaving him to mutter a curse about always having to be the designated driver, a blush now flaring up on his face. 

Overall, the couple has a fun time, despite Joshu having to put up with a few unsavory party guests. He doubts Umi will remember too much in the morning, but knows she had fun too. Maybe next time he’ll ask Juno to place a limit on alcohol. Still, being a knight in shining armor to Umi is something he secretly enjoys. 

Headcanons: 

There’s not an attendee there that doesn’t compliment Umi’s attire, whether in hushed whispers or boisterous sentences. 

Joshu’s hand doesn’t leave Umi’s as much as he can help it.

Jean Pierre and Juno offer to help get Umi home, but Joshu insists on getting her home himself. He’s too proud to admit some help might’ve been nice.

Umi, after recovering from the party the next morning, thanks Joshu for attending it with her. 

“It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to say thank you, or at least act humbled.”

“Nah.”

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Thank you for coming, @jellyluchi​! <3

Drabble: 

Like most things he does, Prosciutto is determined to make this party the best event you’ve ever been to. Despite the fact that it isn’t even his party, he tries his best to perfect everything he can. He helps you put on your necklace, even styling your hair to compliment your face. “You look perfect,” he says, face serious as a determined glint sparkles in his eye. You know he means it, but you can’t help but laugh at his dead-pan expression.

“Thank you, but you know you can lighten up just a tad. It’s a party. Don’t be so serious!”

After walking through the door, you’re overwhelmed at just how many people are in attendance. Excitedly, you begin to chat with the nearest party guest, leaving Prosciutto to hover beside you, occasionally chipping in. 

“Pros, would you mind grabbing me a piece of cake?” you ask offhandedly.

Immediately, he heads your request, a little bit too serious as he elegantly maneuvers through the dancing bodies. He makes it to the food table, but realizes he has no idea what kind of cake you want.

“You okay?” Juno asks, watching as his hands tentatively reach for a slice before hesitating. 

“What kind of cake does Taha like?” he responds, dead-pan.

“I feel like you’d know better than me, but if you’re unsure, I’d go with that one. It seems to be a hit.”

Nodding, he grabs a slice before finding his way back to you. You note his panicked state. You smile softly, planting a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Pros.”

He relaxes, a rare smile appearing on his lips. “Anything for you.”

Headcanons: 

Prosciutto is like a lost puppy when he loses sight of you.

After being unable to find you after you excuse yourself to use the restroom, he makes it a goal to always be touching you in some way. 

He also constantly asks if you’re ready to go home, or if there’s anything he can do to make you enjoy yourself more.

When you finally decide to go home, he actually sweeps you off your feet, insisting that that’s how a perfect party is supposed to end.

When you get home, he is more than happy to demonstrate how a perfect after-party is supposed to go, if you catch my drift. 

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Thank you for coming, @crypticspacecat​!

Drabble:

It’s a miracle that Luna managed to drag Jotaro to a party in the first place, so nobody is surprised when he keeps to himself, leaving Luna to do most of the talking. Despite standing out with his attire and tall stature, Jotaro is mostly ignored until Luna mentions him in a conversation. “Jotaro and I heard that, too! My bet was something in Melk’s house, but Jotaro was saying it sounded like it came from Julie’s place. Right, Jotaro?” 

He lets out a hum. “Regardless of who it was, they should keep it down. Some of us don’t like listening to music at three in the morning.” 

“It’s not like it woke us up,” Luna points out, poking a finger at their date. “You insisted upon marathoning that new show. Remember?”

Okuyasu lets out a laugh. “Jotaro has to keep his cool under all circumstances. That’s just how he rolls. I don’t know how you got him to show up to this party in the first place!”

“I may have promised some things,” Luna replies, laughing coyly. “But that’s for later. Anyway, I’m gonna drag Jotaro to the bar for some drinks. Maybe he’ll crack his facade, hmm?”

Luna and Jotaro take a seat, Polnareff quickly striking up a conversation with the two while Juno fetches the drinks. “Mon dieu,” Polnareff quips. “You two look great tonight. I didn’t know Jotaro had the capacity to wear anything but a hat and long jacket.” 

“I’d like to think I’m quite convincing,” Luna says. “Plus, it’s a party. You’ve got to dress up.”

Headcanons: 

It’s quite cute seeing Jotaro try to juggle a clingy and tipsy Luna while desperately trying to maintain his stoic attitude. 

“Aren’t you two the cutest,” Juno quips, sliding a drink to Jotaro.

“Shut up,” Jotaro snaps back, all the while gently holding Luna against his side.

“We are the cutest,” comments Luna. “But don’t tell Jotaro I said that.”

Jotaro rolls his eyes. “I’m right here.”

By the time the two leave, Luna has sobered up, laughing about the events of the party.

Getting home, Luna makes sure to repay Jotaro. How? That’s something that stays between them. . . 

In a strange coincidence, Jotaro becomes a lot more interested in going to parties, especially if it means getting promised the same thing after every event. 

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Thank you for coming, @trashbabyart​!

Drabble:

When you and Diavolo walk into the party, jaws drop. There’s something about the juxtaposition of outfits that fit the two of you perfectly. You greet everyone with a smile, Diavolo by your side. You’re clutching his forearm loosely, as if being chauffeured. Despite how it may seem, Diavolo insists upon you sticking to his side. Jealous? A little, but with the way you look tonight, who can blame him?

As much as you’d like to greet the other attendees, a dryness in your throat guides you to the bar. A couple is already sitting there, and you greet Dio and Melk as you and Diavolo slide in the two bar stools beside them. A part of you wonders why Juno has a full bar in their house, but push that thought aside, asking for your favorite drink.

“Diavolo trying to be the life of the party, I see,” Dio comments, sipping a glass of red wine. “I expect nothing less from such a man.”

“Watch yourself,” Diavolo hisses back. “Don’t make a mess of the neighborhood, Dio.”

Not wanting to disrupt the party, you quickly guide your date away from the bar, rolling your eyes. You should’ve known two drama queens would start a cat fight on sight. 

You took a sip of your drink, already prepared to hover around the bar the rest of the night. “Behave, won’t you?” you remark, watching as Diavolo downs his glass of alcohol.

He rolls his eyes. “Please, Ash. I’m not a child.”

“Then don’t act like one.”

Headcanons: 

The two of you loosen up as the night goes on, chatting, drinking, and dancing.

Even as party-goers begin to file out, you’re still against Diavolo, lost in the beats of the music as his hands wander your beautifully-dressed body.

It’s not until Juno interrupts the two of you with a gentle, “hey” that you realize just how few people still remain.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like,” the host explains, “but Jean and I are going to bed for the night. It was nice having you, Ash, Diavolo. Have a nice rest of your night, okay?” 

You two eventually meander home, putting on your own dance, which quickly escalates. When it’s just the two of you grinding and groping each other, it’s not hard to see why.

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Thank you for coming, @emproleon​!

Drabble: 

When Isabella and Dio show up fashionably late—Dio’s idea—the party is already in full-swing. People are dancing, laughing, and drinking. Juno somehow managed to hang a disco-ball which spins a glittery silver color as it swings above the excited party guests. 

The music is interrupted by Juno’s voice—”good evening, y’all, and thank y’all for coming! We’re going to play a game of charades in the other room for anyone who would like to join! With that, back to the music!”

Immediately, Isabella tugs Dio towards the game about to start. If there’s anything better than playing party games, it’s making Dio participate in party games. “You can’t be serious,” he mutters as he’s guided—err, dragged—to the room. 

“C’mon,” she replies, “It’ll be fun!”

It doesn’t take long before Dio is up, pulling a particularly embarrassing activity to act out. “This is idiotic,” he grumbles. “I am not making a fool of myself.”

The other participants boo.

“It’s the game!” Polnareff speaks up. 

“Don’t be a coward!” chimes in Diavolo, of all people.

Eye twitching, Dio reluctantly begins to portray his action. Singing a baby to sleep. Having to mimic a fussy child and cooing mother simultaneously sounds about as bad as it looks. 

Nobody guesses the action.

Isabella has to give Dio a kiss on the cheek to knock him out of his grumpy state. “It’s just a game,” she says, wrapping her arms around his large bicep. “Besides, I think you made a great crying baby.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” 

Headcanons: 

After the game, Dio drags Isabella to the bar, quickly ordering his favorite

By the time the night ends, and Polnareff asks the pair to leave, the embarrassing game is long forgotten.

The two make themselves comfortable in bed, exhausted.

Well, one of them is exhausted.

Dio remains wide awake.

“Are you going to bed?” Isabella asks.

“I will do as I please.”

“Are you still pouting?”

“I am doing nothing of the sort.”

“Need me to kiss your ego better?”

“I thought that went without saying.”

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