#trish x reader

Giorno Giovanna

- his drive is low, on average.

- especially for young men around his age, he's still the don of the whole mob but his mind is too focused on his work than anything else.

- probably the only one who can live off without needing sex.

- but of course, nobody's forcing him to be a celibate and it's not like he avoids it on purpose.

- he gets urges too, especially when he's super stressed.

- but generally, he does such a good job maintaining his stress level that he just goes with the flow.

- you'll initiate most of the time, he'll comply with whatever makes you comfortable.

- but its normal to be a little surprised when you feel him place a hand on your lower back, whispering how badly he wants you.

- if you aren't in the mood, he'll take care of it himself in your shared bedroom.

- but its not often, he probably jerks off like once every other week lmao.

- likes scheduled sex more than anything, its convenient. plus the build up leading up to it is exciting on both parties.

- other than that, your bedroom activities together is as often as three times a month perhaps.. maybe more depending in your sex drive.

Bruno Bucciarati

- a bit on the lower end as well.

- and its because, he too, is busy doing leader duties. and he has to meet all kinds of people and finish all kinds of missions.

- he feels lucky enough to have someone so caring and patient like you to understand the work he does.

- but unlike giorno, he thinks being intimate and having sex is needed to keep your relationship healthy.

- the way he see's it is that being so comfortable with each other that he's able to see your most vulnerable state, your naked body, it does a lot to him.

- he'd catch himself staring at you and if you're around the others he'll pull you away. far away from the others.

- you have sex once a week, at least. it's not like a rule or anything either, it's a coincidence that you've naturally fallen into that kind of routine.

- and when you're not in the mood, he'll suck it up and unintentionally blue-balls himself.

- it just doesn't feel the same if he touches himself, he needs you badly. throw him a bone here.

Leone Abbachio

- pretty high LOL

- he didn't realize how badly he needed to fuck things out a lot of the times until he got together with you.

- and it genuinely helps keeping him at ease, the others haven't seen him so relaxed and surprisingly chill for anything.

- even giorno is kinda intimidated, he's hardly ever said one mean thing about him and it's all thanks to you.

- always feels the need to just fuck you, or he lets you use him in anyway you want. and he'a not shy admitting that either, he tries to hide the goofy grin on his face when he knows he's about to get some.

- you guys have sex like three times? four times a week? almost everyday pretty much.

- and it varies from morning sex to really late nights where your bodies are hot and the tension is high.

- he initiates it a lot too and he's blunt about it. tries to coax you into letting him tap that.

- and if you're not in the mood, he's slightly irritated and clicks his tongue. you'd think he'd take care of it but he shifts the other way and leaves his hard on all night.

- hardly ever jerks it, why does he need to when you're right here?

Guido Mista

- he's always down to fuck. always.

- and has no shame, he's a man of many words and his words are always filthy and unfiltered.

- he loves you. and he loves sex. it's like a match was made in heaven.

- but he isn't an ass about it, he won't brag about it to others that you let him hit it any day of the week that ends with a y.

- and yes, you guys have sex everyday or at least try to. sometimes his body aches from doing it so much and he's sure yours probably does too.

- it always starts off with him shamelessly flirting with you, he gets a little handsy and stands behind or beside you. his voice gets low as he whispers things to your ear that makes the both of you very giggly.

- and then you sneak off to do quickies, because he's fine with that too. just as long as he gets to blow his load off on you or by you.

- in the off chances you don't want to sleep with him, he has no problem taking care of it himself. usually in his room late at night as he humps his pillow.

- then he tells you how much he missed you the next day.

Narancia Ghirga

- he's like an energizer bunny, he wants to do it a lot and his drive is at an all time high.

- he bounces his leg a lot, makes frequent eye contact with you, chews his nails and bites his lip as he tries not to whine at the growing bulge in his pants.

- unlike mista, he WILL be annoying about all the action he gets from you. and the worst part is that everyone knows he's not lying because they can all hear him. and only him.

- at least he asks you before hand and he gets really needy really fast.

- you get intimate at least three or four times a week and thats because you sometimes you need to get a break from him. like seriously you hate the fact that your body aches are a weekly occurence.

- and when you have the heart to tell him "not tonight" thats okay too...

- but don't be surprised if you're laying on the bed wide awake hearing your boyfriend beating his meat in the bathroom next door. the walls aren't so thin..

Panacotta Fugo

- this guy needs to get fucked every now and then but the reality is that he doesn't realize how pent up he is.

- his stress levels are out of control, literally one look at him and its like... you need some dick huh?

- and perhaps you're willing to give some to him... either from yours or from a strap hehehe

- or maybe all he needs is for you to just force him to sit down on your shared bed as you offer to sit on his face. whatever works for him, yknow?

- and he's reluctant, he thinks you're being unserious but the minute your pants are gone his own pants vanished too.

- and you fuck like animals and it genuinely does help him and he likes to tell you how much you've saved him from going bald.

- you do it twice a week, unplanned and it all just depends on the vibes.

- if you tell him to piss off, however, he'll make it everyones problem that you blue-balled him. but that same night he's fisting his cock during his shower and the relief is only temporary.

- but its not enough, he needs you.

Trish Una

- her libido is on the lower side, she needs to really be in the mood to go all the way at least.

- tends to opt out during a heated make out session with you, her gentle hands on your shoulders as she pushes you away with a sheepish smile. "can we just cuddle instead?"

- its not that she doesn't wanna do it, if anything you're the only person in the world she would wanna get intimate with.

- she just doesn't feel the need to do it that often, yknow?

- you get intimate at least once a week, perhaps twice a month even if she's not feeling so good.

- similar to giorno, she wouldn't mind scheduling when sex can happen. she likes to be in agreement that some date nexts would eventually end in sex.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐁.

✦ | The capo truly believes that if his stand wasn’t so well behaved, that it would’ve dragged you into the zipper dimension and kept you there so you could shower it with praise forever. He won’t allow that to happen though, so don’t worry. Bruno still finds it adorable when you praise his stand for good work, it almost feels like he’s receiving the praise himself.

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Tonight was a rare occasion, your beloved Bruno was able to be home for once. The past weeks had been full of countless missions that needed to be taken care of, and only he was trustworthy enough to be in charge of them. As frustrating as it was being away from home, he enjoyed the time he was able to spend with his little group. But, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. He was eager to see you and hold you in his arms again, to give you all the love you had been yearning for during those few weeks. Letters were simply not enough to express it.

As soon as he entered the front door to your home, he was met with a warm embrace; an embrace reminded him of the days when you were both young and newly in love. Childish, passionate, and so utterly infatuated. With a light chuckle, his arms snaked around your waist, whispering, “I’m home, bella.”

It didn’t take him long to acclimate back into the calm atmosphere your home exhibited, he was finally able to delve into the book he had been itching to read. As he did so, you decided to take on the duty of preparing dinner. He, of course, had offered to do it himself, but you insisted he needed to rest and relax. He couldn’t deny his fatigue, but he still felt guilty for having you do all the work yourself.

He wasn’t too far in his book before he heard soft humming coming from the kitchen followed by the occasionally clanging of pans. A soft smile spread across his face; these were the sounds of home he had been missing. He couldn’t help but look up from his book and into the archway that invited guests into your kitchen, catching a glimpse of the little dances or actions you would take to entertain yourself as items cooked on the burners. You were so sweet and he adored that about you, even simple, domestic moments like this one.

Without even realizing it, his stand had somehow been released during his lovesick staring. It had opened a portal to the zipper dimension and entered through the wall into your kitchen, right next to you as you stirred the pot of pasta. Its sudden appearance startled you, but only for a moment as it merely stood there and admired the cooking process. Sticky Fingers could be an odd one, but it was a useful and dependable stand and friend to have.

Soon, it was time to make the sauce for your pasta. After some rummaging through your fridge, there was no garlic to be found. You swore you purchased some at the store earlier that day, but you supposed you simply overlooked it. “Damnit, I forgot to grab garlic at the store.” You sighed.

Next to you, your husband’s stand immediately perked up; almost like this was the moment it had been waiting for. Quickly, it created an opening in the wall with one of its zippers and swiftly entered and closed the zipper. A few minutes went by, and then came back the stand. It seemed it had nothing, like it had just disappeared for no apparent reason, but then you noticed it was holding an item in its hand. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly what you had needed. A clove of garlic.

Your mouth shaped into an o, then slowly formed into a thankful grin. “Oh, thank you, Sticky Fingers.”

Before it returned to its user, you gave the stand a quick peck on the cheek. A simple way of giving it your thanks, “I swear, as kind as Bruno is, he doesn't give you enough praise.”

If stands could blush, Sticky Fingers was doing exactly that.

Having been listening to your conversations from his comfortable seat, Bruno released a quiet sigh, “Please tell me you paid for the clove.”

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𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀.

✦ | For a while, he thinks you're genuinely insane. You’re fawning over his stand, an extension of himself that can’t even properly communicate with you or talk to you. It can only rebroadcast the past events that Abbacchio asks it to, yet you still consistently shower it with praise when it replays the information he needs. He would never admit it, but he does find it endearing when you do so.

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Once again, Abbacchio was drowning his sorrows in liquor. This habit had begun to dissipate when his relationship with you began, but old habits do die hard. He found that it would happen more when you weren’t around; around to see how fucked up of a man he really was. He was never what you thought of him to be, at least, he didn’t see himself that way.

In your eyes, Leone Abbacchio was a stern, but caring man. He hid his true feelings with anger, hoping to avoid attachment and sentiment, but the people around him couldn’t help but get closer to him. Without even trying, he was a magnet to the teens in Bucciarati’s group; them seeing him as a figure to look up to. At times, he would even crack small smiles at them simply acting like normal teens. If brought up, he would only deny he ever did. But, you knew the truth.

Even with your constant worrying and check ups on him, his depression would never disappear. It wasn’t something that could be fixed, it simply was; and he knew that all too well. On nights when he did get rest, it would be interrupted by nightmares. Scenes of his days as a cop, money being shoved into his hand, the gunshots, and the blood of his partner on his hands would play over and over. Sometimes, it felt like Moody Blues was tormenting him in his dreams. He knew that wasn’t true, but that was what he wanted to believe.

That feeling was familiar as he sipped on his booze, sitting in loneliness at your dining table. He would drink and drink, believing it would make the pain go away, but it never did. He recalled a saying he was told as a child, “If you believe hard enough, your wish will come true.” Abbacchio never wished, but if he were ever able to muster one up, it would be to wish that you were home right now. Not to see him in the sad state he was in, but to deliver the affection you decided he was worthy of. Your kisses were like blessings and your words were like sugar, it almost felt he was being healed from just your presence alone. Maybe that was why he would replay your mornings with him, when he was his loneliest.

As he rewinded Moody Blues once again, the sound of keys entering the keyhole could be heard. Soon after, you gently opened the door with hands filled with bags of groceries. Your eyes traveled up to meet his gaze, then turned to catch the bottle in his hands. “I’m home, Leone.”

“Welcome back.” He muttered, his grip tightening on the bottle. A tell tale sign of his nervousness.

As you sat your bags of groceries on the table, you took notice of the double of yourself that stood behind you. The stand quickly turned back into its true form, giving you a welcoming nod. You gave it a peck on the cheek as it made staticky noises spout from its audio player. “Were you using Moody Blues to replay this morning, again?” You questioned as you took away the bottle of liquor.

This time, he didn’t utter a word. He only looked off into the distance, a part of him shameful of his actions. You never liked that he coped this way, but it was about the only way he knew how. But, instead of berating him, you gave him a sweet smile, cupping his cheek with the same gentleness you gave his stand. “You can just say you missed me, y’know?”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you right now.

“We can work more on helping you find a better coping outlet. I won’t have you do it alone, Leone.”

Before you could say anymore, Abbacchio took a loose hold on your wrist, pulling you down closer to his face. He stared into your widened eyes for a moment, then roughly pressed his lips onto yours. His hands soon wove their way into your hair, keeping you steady for an onslaught of kisses; each more passion filled than the last. His light purple lipstick had smeared, part of it now smudged on your face. He didn’t care.

You were in his embrace, you were home. The drunken wish he had made came true.

As he finally pulled away from you, he stared at the purple now present on your lips and the light red hue that rose to your cheeks. It almost made him fall in love with you again, almost. “Leone-”

He had shut you up with another kiss, with a quiet murmur, “I don’t deserve you…”

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𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 𝐆.

✦ | Golden Experience shares the same adoration for you as its user does, often it grows flowers or plants for you as a thank you. However, it can be overwhelming at times. Sometimes, Giorno’s heart rate spikes when you do nice things for him, such as when you give him kisses or pick up his favorite snack from the store. Those simple actions mean much more to him than you think and make his heart beat quicken, resulting in a sudden patch of flowers growing beneath him. Trust him, that was all Golden Experiences doing.

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Being a mafia don was terribly exhausting, each day was filled with more tasks that needed to be completed and assigned. Giorno knew that from the beginning when he first took on the journey to achieve his dream, but there was a piece of the puzzle that he had acquired during that time; you. You were one of the members of Bucciarati’s group, and the first to treat him with an ounce of respect. The bond the two of you formed during your mission to protect Trish became unbreakable. That bond eventually formed into something more than just friendship, you became his first love. Now, the love of his life.

He loved coming home, to see your beautiful face greet him with the same adoration he had for you. Even though he would come home exhausted, more often than not, he would always stay up into the late hours of the night just to spend as much time as possible with you before he had to return to his duties in the morning. Just like today.

The moment he walked in the door, you greeted him with that kind smile of yours. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tightly, trying to pour all your love into a single embrace. “Welcome back home, Gio.”

Giorno soon returned the embrace, his arms snaking around your waist as he rested his head against your shoulder. “Thank you, love.” He murmured.

After a moment of sweet silence, you released yourself from his hold. You could barely contain yourself, judging by the fiddling of your hands. You slowly inched yourself towards the dining table, quickly hiding an item behind your back. “Guess what I got you while I was out today?”

A chuckle left his lips, “That’s quite a hard question to answer.”

“Then I’ll spare you, just this once,” you then pulled out the treat behind your back, excitedly presenting it to your beloved. “Two of your favorites combined, chocolate pudding!”

“Why thank you, dear. I take it that this is from the sweet shop you mentioned.”

You smiled cheerfully towards your beloved, “Of course, Gio! You deserve it for working so hard.”

As soon as you uttered those words, the man felt his heart beat become faster than it had been before. Below him, ferns and weeds began sprouting from your floors along with flowers of various species, primarily ones that spoke “I love you” in the language of flowers. It was like a mini garden had suddenly grown in your own home.

This didn’t go unnoticed by you either, an eyebrow raised in concern. “Um, Giorno, I hate to cut this romantic moment short but there’s a flower patch growing beneath you.” You spoke, pointing to the floors below you.

“I’ll pot them later, love,” he whispered, pulling you ever closer to him. “I want to continue to enjoy this moment with you.”

He was utterly smitten.

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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐅.

✦ | Fugo is extremely concerned for you, but Purple Haze loves it! Due to the stand's unpredictable nature, and possibility of one of its bulbs breaking, it’s rare that Fugo even lets it out around you. It’s rare that it’s even let out in general, but Fugo takes extra precautions so as to not hurt you. However, on the rare occasion that his stand does make an appearance, you are quick to praise it.

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Fugo could only stare with concern and distaste as you stood a little too close to his stand, arms crossed as his hands formed into fists of frustration. This was his own way of coping, coping with your optimism and kindness towards him and the stand he had grown to despise. His aversion to his stand in the past could be considered so little compared to the precautions he takes now that you have become his beloved. The others within Bucciarati’s little gang had certainly taken the hint that Purple Haze was an unstable stand, but you just couldn’t stay away from it, now could you?

Battered and bruised from the battle that had occurred just moments ago, you still sought to give your favorite stand its well deserved praise. With both your hands cupped around your mouth, a celebratory shout left you. “Good job, Purple Haze!”

Your excitement caused the stand to look directly at you as it drooled, its eyes mimicking a puppy asking for treats. Then suddenly, it began to clean the drool off itself erratically, almost as if it were trying to look presentable for you. It was adorable.

A grimace spread across Fugo’s face, disgusted by his stands attempt at cleaning itself. It was utterly fruitless and only made him more embarrassed by the situation. Seeing this, he gently took hold of your wrist and pulled you closer to him, farther outside his stands 5 meter range. “[Name], please refrain from getting too close to it,” he sighed.

In response, you wrapped an arm around him as you pointed to his stand. “But, it’s so cute! Just look at it.”

Fugo, however, did not share the same sentiments. “I’m being serious, please avoid getting close to Purple Haze. It’s unstable.”

“It reminds me of you, y’know.”

He huffed, “Of course it would, it’s an extension of me.” Only Fugo could see it that way, but there was much more to Purple Haze than meets the eye. It’s nature was that of its users, yes, but its actions reminded you of how much your Fugo meant to you. His supposed “annoyance” towards your behavior to his stand was never what it appeared to be; his feelings and actions were only a means to protect you. His anger was a mask for the softness of his heart, a side only you were permitted to see.

It hurt your heart to know he found it hard to see himself the way you do, but you could try to. “Sure, but its habits reflect the true nature of your soul. You act all tough, but you can be a really sweet person. I love that about you.”

For a moment, you could feel Fugo freeze in your arms. You didn’t even have to look up to know he was fighting off the blush rising to his cheeks.

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𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐎 𝐌.

✦ | Mista adores you, and so do his Sex Pistols. The countless times the bullets have fought over your attention is enough to prove that fact. You can never truly say who is your favorite because they can and will fight over it, for several hours. Or maybe even days.

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All you and your boyfriend wanted was some rest, any number of hours would do at this point.

As you laid against Mista’s chest, little voices kept bringing you back to consciousness. Bags were beginning to form under both yours and his eyes. Combined with the excessive work you had both received during the week from Giorno, rest was the best possible date the two of you could have. Unfortunately, the Sex Pistols just weren’t ready to settle down.

Their chittering was adorable, that you could not deny. It was difficult to tell them no, even when they were asking for an item as simple as a piece of your food. However, when their cute conversations developed into arguments, their lovable nature turned into not so lovable behavior. Their attitudes would become worse towards their user, but never towards you. After all, they love you just as much as Mista himself does. Nevertheless, it still got on both yours and Mista’s nerves if it went on for too long.

Finally, Mista had had enough. After a long, drawn out groan, he released an annoyed shout, “Guys, can you stop with the racket? You’ve been at this for 3 days now!”

This got his stand’s attention, and they quickly fired back:

“But, Mista!”

“[Name] has yet to pick one of us!”

A sigh left your lips, a pout of frustration soon following after. “You lot should know I don’t like to pick favorites.”

Your little companions however, did not agree with your words. Like clockwork, you could see the wheels turning in their brains to come to the conclusion that you absolutely had to choose. They then released a shout in unison, “There can only be one!”

Once again, you released a sigh before sitting up straight and wiping your tired eyes. “If I pick, will you please let us rest?”

A nod was given by each bullet.

Mista observed as you sat, thinking carefully upon your answer. Then suddenly, you spoke. “Number Five.”

Immediately, a joyous shout came from the little stand which was then followed by disappointed groans from the others. Before you knew it, Number Five was even doing happy laps along the hallway as the others chased it. The sight could only make you laugh and at least they brought their little fight into the hallway. You quickly rose from the bed and shut the door before they could come back in.

As you laid back down, an arm wrapped around you to bring you back into your boyfriend's arms. You then gave him a poke on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”, you whispered.

A haughty scoff left his lips, a smirk following in suit. “Obviously.”

Truthfully, all of them were your favorites.

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𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 𝐆.

✦ | Sadly, you can’t exactly love on Aerosmith like some of the other stands in the Bucci Gang. It’s quite literally a mini airplane. Instead, you can give your boyfriend double the love to make up for it.

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“Just one, please?” He begged.

“Nara, I am not giving Aerosmith a kiss.”

Narancia’s begging had been going on for several hours now, and he was not going to let up any time soon. Your relationship with him had always been sweet and loving, it was hard to ever find him without you by his side. Abbacchio and a few others liked to joke that Narancia was like a koala with him always clinging to your side, but you never minded it. You had always found it endearing that he loved you so deeply. But, there were a few times that his acts of affection were a little too… interesting for you.

Your boyfriend’s arms then wrapped around your waist, desperate for a positive answer. “But everyone else’s stands get loved on like crazy, and it’s starting to get jealous!”, he whined as he slid down to the ground.

This was ridiculous, yet adorable all the same. You playfully ruffled his hair, using your other arm to wrap around him and keep him off the floor. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, hon.”, you giggled.

Narancia looked up from your stomach with the saddest, most heart-wrenching puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. No puppy you had ever met had managed to sway your heart like the boy who clung to you did nor made you fold so quickly. He had to have been cursed by some witch.

“…fine, but just one.”

He immediately perked up, eyes filled with pure joy as he nearly jumped from how pumped he was. “Yes!”

Aerosmith soon appeared next to you, awaiting its affection. You didn’t waste any time and gave it a quick peck on its nose before quickly standing back. For a moment, you swear the plane's frown that was usually present on its face turned into a grin as it spun around in the air to make a heart shape with its smoke. For a stand that was meant to scare, that was one of the most adorable things you had ever seen.

Arms then wrapped around you from behind, nearly making you fall as Narancia glomped you. “It loved it!”

You couldn’t help but smile, “Now, it’s your turn!”

Before Narancia could react, you turned around and pressed a kiss on his lips. Then another, and another. As you began pecking his cheeks, he broke out into a fit of giggles as he inched you even closer to him. If he were to ever pass, it would certainly be from your affection.

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐔.

✦ | Trish finds it a bit odd at first that you give special attention to her stand, but then she eventually comes to like it. Sometimes she’ll catch you putting make up on Spice Girl, even asking the stand if it likes it or not. Trish thinks it’s cute.

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Spice Girl was a diva, that much you knew. Much like her user, she was particular about her fashion and her tastes in general. Where others would see only part of the picture, your girls saw the whole masterpiece. It was something you admired about them, their complexities are what made them unique and you loved them for it. Even when they could be difficult at times.

As you sat with your girlfriends stand at her vanity, you carefully dabbed the larger brush into the pink powder. Then, with a gentle hand you patted the brush on the stand's face. It remained quiet and still as you did so, trying not to ruin your hard work. You then repeated the same actions with a darker pink blush, being just as careful.

After you finished, you sat back and admired your work. It was a hard choice, both blushes looked beautiful against its pale pink skin. So, you decided to get up and spin the stand’s chair around so it could look in the mirror. “So, a lighter pink or darker pink for the blush?”

Before the stand could reply, a voice came from behind you. “I think a darker pink, it looks nice against her skin.”

There stood your Trish, who had recently just woken up judging by her sleepy eyes. Her pink hair was still messy from her beauty sleep, but she looked adorable nonetheless. A smile creeped up on your face as she approached your side, and you were quick to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Goodmorning, sweets.”, you whispered.

“Goodmorning to you, too.” She murmured, then she took more notice of what exactly you were doing. You were doing make up on her stand, a past time only you and her participated in. Even with Trish’s particularities when it came to her routine, she eventually let you do it for her at times. Over time, you had memorized her routine and she found it cute that you did so.

Pulling up a chair, Trish sat next you as you continued to do her stands makeup, occasionally giving pointers to you. If this was what she woke up to every morning, she wouldn’t mind waking up early.

Giorno

After becoming Don, he has basically zero problems with buying you all the things you want. He has the means for it, and therefore will definitely do it. He likes to spoil you, and loves walking around the mall with you as you drag him around by his arm.

The happy little sighs you elicit as you find something you're interested in, never fails to make his heart tighten just a little more.

Even if you don't express it out loud, he's the type to know what you desire just by the look on your face.

"Oh Giorno, you spoil me." You said, hugging his arm tightly as you giggled.

"I enjoy spoiling you, tesoro. Your comfort and happiness is worth it." His voice was smooth and velvety, and his lips formed into the smile he only reserved for you.

"Dad would chew me up if he saw all these bags."

"Good thing he isn't here at the moment. Now, where should we go next? You have been talking about getting a new hand bag."

The way your eyes lit up at the mention of said bag, made him elicit a satisfied chuckle.

For him, money wasn't the problem, but rather whether or not there was any more space in your closet left for your new clothes. But that was a problem for future Giorno to fix, right now, he'd rather enjoy the moment with you.

Bruno

He would love to say that he enjoys spoiling you, but he is also the type to remind you that you came to the store to get what you need.

That isn't to say he would fold immediately at the excitement in your voice as you point out all the shoes at the isle, and the way you were already talking about what pair would go with what outfit didn't help either.

"Okay, we'll get you the shoes. But you already have a similar pair at home, amore." He'd say with a little smirk on his lips.

"Yeah but those are indigo... these crimson ones would go better with the lipstick you got me last time." And somehow, that was all he needed to hear.

He was a mafioso, which didn't exactly mean he was poor, and his own sense of fashion made him more prone to accept your requests since he too saw your vision. And honestly, he would lie to himself if he didn't admit your choice was exquisite.

"Thank you, Bruno. You're the best!" You'd say, giving his cheek a lovely kiss.

The hum of satisfaction, paired with the low chuckle of a happy man was all he needed to hear to know he'd do this again.

"Anything for you, amore."

Abbacchio

At first, he would have been the type to sit on the designated boyfriend chair by the wall, but seeing as you always ask for his opinion when trying something new, he has since unknowingly upgraded his station to be by the changing rooms.

"How does this look?" You'd twirl in a black summer dress.

He appeared deep in thought, his hand rubbing his chin just once before disappearing.

When he came back, he was holding a light colored silk scarf. "Try pairing it with this. I think it'd look better."

Your squeal of enjoyment was all he needed to feel better about himself and the situation he was in.

He kept telling himself through all the shopping sprees you had dragged him through that this would be the last one, but it never was.

At the end of the day, he would never actually hate doing the one activity that helped strengthening your bond, even if it meant spending his last dime on it.

Mista

This man would secretly love going on these shopping sprees with you. He would never say it out loud, but he often looked forward to seeing whatever you'd want to shop for next.

In the actual mall, he'd complain a lot.

He'd tell you how it was too hot, too humid or too loud with the buzzing of people everywhere to actually be comfortable. But when he saw just how passionate you were about the whole thing, he'd accept it without another word.

"Are we done in here? The perfume section is giving me a headache."

You'd ignore his complaining completely, focusing on the accessories next to said perfume isle.

"Look! Wouldn't these just look gorgeous with my new shirt?" Your eyes sparkled.

"Hey... they actually would. But I think you'd need a new pair of pants for those. I think I saw a fitting pair over here." He urged you to go with him.

He couldn't help but indulge your little ways, all the while guiding you away from the area that gave him the most mind boggling migraines.

Fugo

Fugo himself isn't a big shopper, but could definitely understand why you enjoyed it so much. He couldn't begin to set himself in your shoes, but he knew how such a simple thing as shopping could give you your dose of dopamine, so much so he could perfectly imagine it as his own.

If you asked him for advice, he couldn't for the love of god help you with a single thing. Anything you chose was already perfect in his mind, so why risk it with his opinion? Besides, he would just suggests something with strawberries on them, something cute and safe.

The only downside he'd see is his wallet suffering from this. He wasn't in a very high position, and so he wanted to spend his money wisely. He would try to reason with you, how if your shopping sprees became less frequent, you could shop more at a time. Win-win, right?

But the moment you went to the shopping district, that agreement would fly out the window.

"So I was thinking... I made this monthly budget. I even drew it on paper if you'd like a copy. Would you mind if we followed it?" He'd ask.

"Sure thing, but do you think this shirt would look better in burgundy or ivory?" He could tell your thoughts were elsewhere.

Honestly? He was just happy you were happy, even if he did sigh a lot because of stress when money was getting low.

Narancia

Seeing you happy and in your element would totally give Narancia the jitters. Not from discomfort or anxiety, but rather seeing you so excited and happy was rather contagious for him.

He'd try to help with suggestions here and there, but he'd end up choosing things that are more his style.

"Hey! This orange headband would look pretty cute on you." He'd say excitedly, and admittedly a little too loudly.

"It's the same one you have, honey."

"Oh... right." He was about to put it back when you gently took it from his hands.

"You know... it's not actually a bad idea. We could match!" You'd suggest with a grin, and he would be the happiest guy alive in that moment.

He wasn't too good with his own money in the first place, so what would he care if he spent it on you instead when he'd just accidentally buy something he didn't actually end up needing?

He would without a doubt offer to hold your bags for you, but would also complain about how the bag handles were killing his hands. He just wanted to be romantic, but it was hard when it physically hurt.

Trish

This girl would never, and I mean NEVER say no to a shopping spree. Sometimes, she'd be the one to drag you around the mall, and not the other way around.

Money wise, she would put her foot down if you were about to spend too much of hers.

"Tesoro, you can't get all that. How am I supposed to buy stuff for me too if we get you so much?" She'd sound all concerned and just a tiny bit anxious of disappointing you.

"You're right! What if... I put some of these things back, and we can buy equally as much for both of us? Split the diff?"

She was more than content with that answer, and relieved that you were able to set your own wants aside for hers too.

If the two of you spent too much time at the mall, she'd want to subtly show off the big pile of shopping bags in a little café, drinking expensive coffee while people ogled at the amount of stuff you had bought.

"Hey Trish, do these sunglasses look good on me?" You'd ask while posing in the mirror.

Bruno - 

⟢ He notices the second you flinch. Watching you confused when you pull your hand away and turning further towards whatever you’re cutting on the counter, your fingers idly tapping against the worktop before moving to the sink and running your hands under the tap.

He’s by your side before you can realise he’s even noticed, checking over your shoulder to see how bad it is before letting out a sigh when it’s just barely a cut on the tip of your finger.

He’s immediately relaxed with a lingering kiss to your temple when he moves to leave.

⟢ Your small intake of breath is what stops him from leaving you there, eyes narrowing immediately before nudging you slightly to turn to face him.

When you don’t he leans completely onto your back and questions if you’re okay with a low voice so no one else hears him if there's anyone nearby.

It’s gentle and dripping with worry as he wraps his arm around your stomach with a small, “Amore, look at me?” 

⟢ He can tell immediately that you’re trying not to cry, he’s known you long enough to learn your little tells.

He doesn’t speak loudly, nor does he make it a big deal that it’s over so small. He knows it’s not actually the tiny cut that’s making you upset, but more everything adding up too much without an outlet.

His hands make it immediately worse when he rubs soothingly against your waist, his hair tickling your neck as he takes your fingers in his and presses a light kiss to the cut.

⟢ He isn’t judging you when he makes you sit down, his eyes fond as he crouches down and cleans the small cut silently before putting a plaster over it and pressing his lips to your knuckles.

He doesn’t say much after making sure you’re okay, just silently takes over what you were doing and makes you sit with him and keep him company. Not out of pity that you hurt yourself.

Out of love for you.

Mista - 

⟢ Mista hears the thud and stumbles quickly into the room you’re in like you’re actively being murdered, reaching for his gun out of habit only to realise he’s not even dressed and doesn’t even have it.

Always barely catching himself before he trips and falls as he makes his way into the room with a small yell.

He's grinning like an idiot when he realises you’re fine and he almost ate shit for nothing, all before trying to cover his fluster by changing the subject or flirting with you.

And stopping in his tracks when you don’t look up at him.

⟢ He’s the absolute worst to try to hide anything from, moving to your side with his hands on your waist immediately when he pulls you towards him with a joking tease that you aren’t looking at him and must hate him if you’re going to ignore him…

If it still doesn’t make you look up he just drops to his knees and catches your gaze there with a sly smile when it works, palms still resting on your hips.

⟢ His smile falters instantly when he realises you’re trying not to cry, he doesn’t stand though.

Just rubbing your waist like he’s trying to will away whatever caused you issues with a low scared comment of, “Baby? What’s wrong…? Talk to me, did something happen?”

It’ll make you feel even worse that it’s over something so small. But his voice is so worried and loving that it breaks you more.

⟢ When the tears fall before you can stop them he panics, fingers hesitant as he scrambles to his feet and cradles your face in his hands while he trips over his words before giving up and pulling you to his chest with a shaky exhale and a squeeze…

Until you mutter a sad little “I stubbed my toe.” And his entire body shakes with how hard he’s giggling into your throat, even through your scolding, then just holding you tighter when you try to wriggle away with a teasing reassurance that “I’ll protect you, baby… Quick get on my back. Yoda style.”

He might tease and mess around but the way his fingers graze across your scalp with a kiss to your temple, it’s obvious how much he cares… Even when it’s just something small.

Abbacchio - 

⟢ The second the hiss leaves your lips his eyes are on you, whatever he was doing completely forgotten about as he watches you move around the room after a second hesitation.

He doesn’t stand or get your attention initially. But his eyes narrow accusingly when you get jittery, your fingers tapping the table in front of you when you sit facing away from him. 

⟢ His presence is a shock when he just drops into the seat by your side and stares at you, waiting for you to acknowledge him with your usual sweet greeting.

His hand automatically finds your jaw when he makes you look at him and takes in the tense in your muscles as you bite back the pain in your arm. Unfortunately he doesn’t let up easily, he doesn’t even need to say anything for you to feel the distrust in his eyes.

But he does eventually lean forward and drops a little, “Why do you look like that?” It isn’t meant to be cruel but it comes across that way with how uninterested he always sounds.

He realises he fucked up immediately, your brows furrowing when you look away before he turns your face back to him with a soft apology for saying it the wrong way.

⟢ He’s not as outwardly loving as the others, but he tries in his own way.

His fingers entwine with yours as he asks what’s wrong and immediately stifles his laugh when you mutter that you just bumped into something and glaring when he can’t stop the grin over you being so upset over something so miniscule.

The little teasing, “You got shot twice last week and didn’t even flinch. Must have been a painful door.” Doesn’t help in the slightest, but he does lean against your shoulder and rub where you hit it with an amused exhale when you roll your eyes at his comment.

⟢ But if you’re genuinely upset by something his annoying comments almost fully stop, hands gentle when they pull you into his side and curling his arm around your waist where you sit by his side.

He doesn’t tease you for long but he won’t hide that he finds it hilarious that you’re a mafia member and the thing that upsets you most is something so tiny.

But he can’t help the way his heart jumps when he gets to whisper reassurance to you and hold you close, it makes him feel so needed when you snuggle into his chest and let him dote on you.

Fugo - 

⟢ If he isn’t reading or busy he most likely watched it happen, his gaze following you as you drop something onto your foot and freeze, eyes staring down at the floor with a small yelp.

He almost laughs, the grin pulling at his lips at how dramatic you look just standing there glaring at the floor like whatever you dropped caused you irreparable anguish.

He of course asks if you’re okay, it’s tender and quiet but you still hear it. But when you don’t answer he moves to your side with a small groan when he gets up from where he’s melting into the couch.

⟢ He doesn’t ever touch you without permission, just kind of awkwardly stands by your side with another more worried ask, voice dropping to almost a whisper as he reaches out to poke your clothed arm just to get your attention with a sweet smile when you do glance up.

He automatically picks up whatever the item was to hand it back to you, waiting for you to tell him if you’re okay or not before he asks if he can do anything, even though he knows mostly he can’t help.

⟢ When you seem more upset that he expects you to, he freezes, not knowing what to do for a second before sighing dramatically and pulling you into his chest.

It’s stiff and he looks uncomfortable but he doesn't let you move away either, eventually exhaling slowly when he gets used to the touch and holding you tighter with a small teasing remark. “This is the 4th time you’ve dropped something on yourself this week. You have terrible grip strength.”

Followed immediately by a panicked apology when you laugh and he mistakes it for crying.

⟢ He’s never been the best with comfort, nor with touch. But he tries to pull you from the spiralling because he knows just how bad it feels to have no one to ease you through it.

His head rests against yours when he lets you go, inhaling slowly before pulling you to sit by his side and rambling about something on his mind to distract you from the pain.

His eyes are on you the entire time, watching you intently for any change in your emotion so he can slip his fingers into yours if you get upset. Resting his hand by your knee otherwise as he talks about what he’s been reading about with a lazy smile when he pulls you away from thinking about it.

Giorno - 

⟢ He stops what he’s doing immediately when he hears the small noise in your throat when you place the paperwork on his desk, eyes snapping up to yours and then down to your hand.

It’s just a papercut but your reaction stumps him for a second, you look seconds from breaking down and he has no idea what to do.

He’s never been good with helping people with comfort, but he knows how strong you are so at first he asks you lightly if you’re okay and doesn’t push if you say yes... Even if it's obvious when you're lying.

⟢ But he’s very aware of any micro expression you make so he can tell immediately when you’re not okay.

So he reaches out and grabs your hand silently and checks the small cut with a hum, for a second he debates healing you but if you look hard enough you would see the little glint in his eyes when he glances back up to you, your hand still in his.

You'll know immediately that he's up to something even through your sadness.

⟢ He’s not the worst with comfort but he uses your small moment of pain for his own personal gain to get close to you and comfort you when he stands and moves to help you clean the wound and place a plaster over it with a small question of, “Is that better, cuore mio?”

As charming as ever with an adoring smile that feels so out of place over something so miniscule.

There's no place in your brain to spiral further with his entire being swallowing you whole, he has no issue with just pulling you to his chest to comfort you. It's stiff and he doesn't know where to put his hands but if it helps he'll stay there as long as you need.

⟢ He doesn’t make it a big deal, nor does he draw too much attention to it. But he won’t let you leave his side if he thinks that you’re still in pain or upset…

Yes he could heal you, you both know he could, but there's a moment of hesitation before he does and just chooses not to.

It gives him a little break from being someone who has to be strong all the time and instead just being with you in a domestic loving moment of making you feel better.

Narancia - 

⟢ He never notices when it happens, continuing his rambling when you scrape your arm against something sharp, not enough to fully break the skin but enough to leave you sore and your throat tighten immediately.

He won’t even realise you stopped talking for a minute before turning and staring at you, it doesn’t matter if you’re facing him or not he sees something is wrong just in the way you’re standing.

He’ll be at your side immediately, nudging you with a playful question of if you’re okay with a grin, but it falls in a second when you don’t answer the way you usually do.

⟢ His hands are hesitating in the air as he panics slightly, not knowing how to make it better when you look fine.

He tries really hard to make you feel better with quick jokes and silly things he can remember he wants to talk about to you.

He’s a lot more outwardly affectionate than the others, he happily pulls you into him to hold you if you let him while trying to soothe you even if he doesn’t really know what to do or say to make it better.

⟢ If you’re actually bleeding he’ll drag you to the kitchen or bathroom to clean it, he isn’t the best at actually doing stitches so please don’t let him…

But he’s not an idiot; he knows how to clean and dress wounds from how Fugo showed him to, the entire time he’s doing it he looks SO concentrated but the second he’s done he breaks back into sweet joking and teasing.

He knows how strong you are so when you break or get upset over something so small he thinks it’s genuinely so cute and he WILL tell you how adorable it is with a adoring grin.

⟢ If you actually cry that’s when he panics, he is NOT good with comfort like that at all, his comfort usually comes from Fugo so he does try to copy what he does for him but honestly…

He doesn’t remember it 90% of the time, and the parts he does remember don’t really equate to you not being hurt or actually upset.

So he improvises, usually apologising, but mostly he just keeps asking how to make it better so that he can help. He’s not ashamed to ask when he needs you to just tell him how to fix the issue, communication is important…

Even if he isn’t the best at it.

Trish - 

⟢ At first she doesn’t notice, usually talking or humming to herself when you’re both just enjoying each other's company.

She won’t hear the sharp intake of breath when you accidentally kick something hard and stand there glaring down at the floor trying not to cry. If you don’t respond to her she’ll immediately pop her head up from whatever she was doing with a confused tilt of her head when she sees you.

She doesn’t understand why you’re just still and refuses to meet her eyes so she gets up to “Get some water.” Just happening to stop right next to you and waiting for you to look at her.

⟢ If you don’t she will make you look up, in any way she can, and will absolutely just resort to cupping your face and forcing you to look at her with a smile.

She stares at you like she’s waiting for you to just tell her what’s wrong without her asking but if you don’t? Her voice is soft and demanding when she asks you what’s wrong? If you’re okay? What can she do to help?

All with varying degrees of panic because she isn’t a member of the mafia, but because you are? It terrifies her seeing you so sad and weak when you aren’t.

⟢ When you tell her it’s something stupid? Her entire body relaxes like you were dying before, her arms are immediately around you to comfort not just you, but her too.

She’s been so much in such a short period that she’s terrified that she might lose you as well, her voice is always light and kind when she asks you if you’re okay again, like all her worries are gone and she can actually focus on you instead of that fear.

⟢ She’s both worse and better than the others at comfort, she always knows exactly what to say but it never comes out the way she wants it to, always too snippy or in a muddle of words that makes her sigh or laugh at how stupid she’s being.

But she’s always present even if it’s something so small, she wants to distract you as much as she can from the pain, so she just immediately jumps into ranting about something she saw on tv, or in a magazine…

Or the dumb shit Mista said the other day, he says a lot of dumb stuff… So there’s plenty to talk about, but she mainly just wants to stop your mind from tripping over itself.