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im in my jojo arc
take me back to the basics and the simple life
Great scene or Greatest Scene
hey so i’m genuinely shedding tears now!!!
End of canon part 5 headcanon
Whenever Mista starts thinking about how he can no longer talk to Narancia he will just send him a text message. Maybe a photo or a joke or something stupid that happened that day. Maybe even a “I miss you loser”. And it helps because well sometimes you send a text and don’t get a response right away, since Narancia isn’t responding he must be busy. He can trick his brain into thinking that everything’s ok, even though Narancia is always so quick to respond, this time he just so happens to be distracted.
And Abbacchio, he never responds to his text messages anyways. Unless it’s super important. So if he just texts Abbacchio stupid shit all is good. Abbacchio not gonna respond. He never did so why would he now? Abbacchios just ignoring him as usual.
And of course buccellatis not responding to his text messages, buccellatis more of a phone call kinda guy. Better to not have mission details typed out anywhere. As long as he doesn’t call him than this is normal behavior for bruno to not respond. And why would he want a response to a text saying “I’m sorry I caused your death” anyways? It was way too scary to send the text in the first place and getting a response would be even scarier. Bruno’s probably really upset with him for sending mission details over text again, which is why he isn’t responding. Giorno tried to explain that it’s not his fault but he’s not buying it. He’s not dead anyways. Just not responding.
He got to talk to them all today, his whole team. even though Narancia, Abbacchio, and Bruno were just over text. They haven’t responded but they got the text. The team is just like it used to be because he talked to all of them.
ABBACCHIO MY SWEETHEART UFH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH☹️☹️☹️☹️
I see requests are open 🙏 and first of all, omfg I absolutely loved your response to my nonchalant reader confessing to Bucci gang+Trish 😭❤️ tho it left me wondering what if 👀👀 nonchalant reader is not taken seriously, so they double down with their confession by doing the exact opposite of sth casual because now they do something more elaborated, extravagant or/and even obnoxious (like fancy dinner, a big boquet of flowers, heartshaped chocolates or maybe even balloons) to make their point clear and sure to get across this time. Like !!! I meant it, I am in love with you!! but this time doing the grand gestures gets Nonchalant Reader flustered when repeating outloud that they love them
Masterlist here <3
I love this so much!!! I seriously had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy <3
Og post of the confession here <3
Bruno Bucciarati
The first confession over breakfast had left Bruno intrigued, but you could tell he thought you were joking. So now, you’re sitting across from him at a ridiculously fancy restaurant with chandeliers, classical music, and a waiter in a tux pouring sparkling water into crystal glasses
Bruno, ever composed, places his napkin neatly in his lap, a polite smile on his lips. “This is… unexpected,” he says smoothly. “Special occasion?”
You fidget with the edge of your menu, trying to maintain your nonchalant facade despite your flushed cheeks. “Yeah. I, uh… wanted to clarify something.”
He tilts his head, curious. “Oh?”
The words catch in your throat, but you force them out anyway. “I meant what I said. I’m… I’m in love with you.”
Bruno leans forward slightly, eyes softening, but your nerves hit like a freight train. “Like, actually,” you blurt, voice a bit too loud. “Not some breakfast joke. I got a whole table reservation and—”
The waiter appears, placing an elaborate bouquet of roses between you. You stare at it in mortification
Bruno hides a smile behind his hand. “I’m beginning to see that.”
“I panicked!” you hiss
Bruno’s laugh is warm, genuine. “You’re charming when you panic, did you know that?”
Narancia Ghirga
The first confession during video games had left Narancia completely flustered, but clearly, he thought you were messing with him. Time to up the ante
So now, you’re standing outside his window with a boombox blaring cheesy love songs, dressed way too nicely for no reason
Narancia sticks his head out the window, eyes wide. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
“I LOVE YOU!” you yell over the music, face burning but fully committed. “LIKE, FOR REAL!”
The neighbors are already peeking through their windows, and you’re regretting every second of this decision
Narancia bursts out laughing, leaning on the windowsill. “Wait, you’re serious?! Oh my god, you’re insane!”
“I KNOW!” you yell back, hands shaking as you fumble with the boombox to turn it off. “But I meant it!”
He grins so wide it makes your embarrassment almost worth it. “You didn’t have to do all this, dummy. I already like you too.”
You freeze. “…Oh?”
“Yeah! But this was awesome.”
Guido Mista
The kitchen confession had gone over way too casually. So now, you’ve decided to go full drama mode—heart-shaped chocolates, flowers, and a cheesy handwritten card are all set on the table
Mista walks in, blinks at the sight, then bursts out laughing. “What’s all this? Valentine’s Day come early?”
You groan, already regretting this. “I’m trying to be serious here, Mista.”
He grins, picking up the card. “Aw, you even wrote me a love letter?” He reads it aloud with way too much enthusiasm
You slap a hand over your face, cheeks burning. “Okay, okay, stop.”
Mista cackles, setting the card down. “You’re so flustered, it’s kinda cute.”
You glare at him. “I’m in love with you, idiot.”
His teasing expression falters for just a second before softening. “Yeah, I know,” he says, smiling warmly now. “I just wanted to see you get all worked up first.”
Fugo Pannacotta
Fugo’s intense logical nature means your first confession barely registered. So now, you’re standing in front of him holding a massive bouquet of flowers, wearing an outfit that makes you feel like an awkward rom-com protagonist
He blinks at you, visibly confused. “What is this?”
“I’m clarifying my previous statement,” you say stiffly, shoving the bouquet toward him
He cautiously takes it, looking between you and the flowers like you’ve just handed him a bomb. “Why?”
“Because,” you mutter, shifting on your feet, “you didn’t believe me. I meant it, Fugo. I’m in love with you.”
Your face feels like it’s on fire as you force the words out. Fugo’s expression shifts from confusion to realization, and his ears turn bright red
“You didn’t need to do all this,” he mutters, looking away
“Well, you weren’t getting it,” you snap, embarrassed
He glances back at you, a rare, shy smile tugging at his lips. “I get it now.”
Giorno Giovanna
The garden confession had been brushed off too smoothly, so now you’ve set up a full candlelit dinner. Roses, soft music, and a carefully plated meal—the works
Giorno enters, visibly surprised but composed as ever. “This is… elaborate.”
“Yeah, well,” you mumble, pulling out a chair for him. “Needed to make a point.”
He sits gracefully, watching you with amusement. “And that point is?”
You sit across from him, heart racing. “I love you,” you say, voice cracking slightly. “Like, really love you. Not just some random garden comment.”
His eyes soften, and a small smile graces his lips. “You’ve certainly made your feelings clear.”
“Good,” you mutter, poking at your food
He reaches across the table, taking your hand gently. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “I was never confused—just waiting for you to realize how much this means to you.”
Leone Abbacchio
After your nonchalant confession was brushed off, you decided to go all out. Now, you’re standing awkwardly in front of Abbacchio with a gift bag and a bottle of expensive wine
He raises an eyebrow. “What’s this supposed to be?”
“A… grand gesture,” you say, voice cracking slightly
He crosses his arms, unimpressed. “You feeling okay?”
“No,” you grumble. “This is stupid. I don’t know why I—whatever, here.” You shove the gift bag toward him
He takes it reluctantly, pulling out a small, heart-shaped card. The corner of his mouth twitches. “Seriously?”
“I love you,” you blurt out, feeling like you might actually combust. “Happy now?”
He stares at you for a long moment before letting out a low chuckle. “You really went all out, huh?”
“I panicked,” you admit miserably
“Well,” he says, smirking, “I guess I’m flattered.”
Trish Una
After your casual confession, Trish had brushed it off with disbelief. So now, you’re standing outside her dressing room with balloons, chocolates, and a handwritten love letter
She opens the door, takes one look at you, and blinks. “What is this?”
“I’m making a point,” you mutter, cheeks burning. “I meant it. I’m in love with you.”
Trish raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re blushing.”
“I know,” you groan. “This is embarrassing, okay?”
She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “So you really love me, huh?”
“Yes!” you snap. “God, don’t make me say it again.”
Trish laughs, stepping closer. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect this. But I guess it’s kind of cute.”
“Great. Glad you’re entertained.”
She grins. “I’ll take the chocolates, though. And maybe we can talk about this over dinner—my treat.”
If you’d like any tweaks let me know! I hope you enjoyed this cz I found it so cute <3
If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!
i wrote a mista fic! take a look if you want to! be warned it is very much full of spoilers for jojo's part 5, angsty, and touches on some darker topics. proceed with caution if you do proceed at all, and please look at the content warnings i put!
(fic is inspired by lyrics from this song, and chapters are titled after said lyrics)
how i look at my friends right before i start telling them about my favorite fictional character for the 10845th time this week
writing angst
me to my favorite character: *making them suffer*
also me: sorry :(
also me right after: *resumes their suffering*
Mista doing whip and nae nae pls also HAIII MY SPECIAL MOOT !!!!!
😁 hello silly !!!!!!!!!!!
I love him so badly
happy late birthday mista! sorry its on the 4th
RAAAAHHHHH RAGGHHHHH RAAHH 🎀 cutesit
he gets more off model every time i draw him
These are so cuteness 😔🎀
Bucci Bucci gang!!!
Urghhh doodles because motivation lacks
AAA AAAA AAAAA FOAMINF AT THE MOUTH SCREAMKINF CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HELP 💥💥💥💥💥✨✨✨💛💛💛💛💛THANK UUUU AAAAA
TY FOR DOING AN ART TRADE WITH ME @adorearchie !!! <33
Love this color pallet for him .. he green
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This eats SO MUCH OMG
newborn passion🔫🐞🍓
Literally just a doodle of a silly little dude
erm......he is like my fav tbher
they live in my head rent free
I deleted the old one so I can post the finished first chapter :) (I still have more editing to do but I need my friend to read it for approval)
Jojo school au
Bruabba & Fugio (ProRis???) gus y not??
Gio: 15 Fugo:15 Naranica: 16 Trish:16 Mista:18 Bruno & Abba: 25
Rest of teachers: 23-42
(gio is an transfer student from japan last year)
Trish moved to Napoli in late June, about a week after the school year ended and lives with her uncle Doppio after her father was stabbed to death by a homeless man on drugs. Doppio is a bit strange, but overall welcoming. This house just so happens to be next to Naranica’s house (and Abbachio’s +bruno, because Narancia’s mother died and his father didn't want him)
Abbacchio is the English teacher. He has a select few favorite students (cough cough NARANCIA cough cough) he’s like a grumpy grouch but he does care.
Bruno would teach social studies (because they are the best teachers. He gives the least amount of homework and actually makes the lessons fun.
People suspect something homosexual going on with Bruno and Abbacchio (they are right. They are married but literally only Trish and Narancia knows about it)
EXPLANATION!: Bruno and Abbacchio are the type of teachers that don't really go into their personal lives at school that much. Narancia & Trish think that its a kind of secret (it really isn't, like they can be seen going home in the same car) so they never tell anyone.
Fugo and Giorno got together last year after a painfully long year of pining for each other
Narancia treats trish like the sister hes never had and vice versa
Mista is a senior and watches over the rest of the gang, he drives everyone else places.
La Squadra timeeeee
RisPro: Ris is 38 and pro is 35 (they met 7 years ago :[) )
Risotto is the student guidance counselor
Prosciutto is the librarian/music teacher
Melo-Ghia: ghia:17 melo:18
The rest of them have no ships :) (no sorbet and gelato)
All of them are teachers except for Melone, Ghia, and pesci.
Illuso is a lunch lady (so is Formaggio but instead he hates kids and likes weed
TRISH POV
It was a new school year, in a beautiful fall, the leaves of the trees were orange in Napoli and there was a slight chill in the air. The typical friend group of Fugo, Giornio, Mista, Narancia, and Trish (She's a new student, they met her in august) sauntered to their school, they were about a quarter way there.
Fugo and Giorno are hand in hand, (much to the cringing of their peers) as they started going out during the summer. Narancia and Mista were talking nonsense, blabbering about some sport. Trish wasn’t paying attention, still mad at Narancia for his pestilance earlier on the day. Simply because he is a boy doesn’t mean he is above dressing up, right?
Surely she’s never had a brother before, she wasn’t sure how this whole “sibling” thing works. But alas, did he have to refuse trying on clothes for her? They were the same size and all (much to her dismay, but I digress)
She hears her name called out from behind, my my my, it’s the one and only Pesci! They had met at the movies and had become good friends. He asks her what girls like, he has a girl in his class that he wants to impress and Trish is the only other girl he knows (It’s sad, truly).
“What?” Trish remarked, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't hear over those bumbling idiots (Mista and Naranica) in front of her.
“I said, what kind of gifts do girls like?” Pesci said, raising his voice
“How am I supposed to know?” She retorted back, she was irritable this morning “Go ask Ghiaccio or something…” She grumbled, dismissing him. (Giacchio worked at the movies, the two never really clicked but she knew Pesci was friends with him)
With a sigh, Pesci walked back defeatedly, he was just gonna skip school today then.
Later on, the group arrived at their school, and despite having to go to school and all, her mood was starting to get better. They all waved goodbye as they left for their classes, Fugo and Giorno give each other a kiss before parting.
“Bleh” is all Trish can think before walking off to class.
She sat in the back of the class after having to introduce herself. Her geology teacher, Mr.Secco, look at her as if to judge her out fit, not like he could say anything himself. Compared to her jacket, crop-top, and highwaisted jeans, his outfit looked hideous, with his ground colored turtleneck, dark blue pants, and his ugly orange glasses. The only thing good about him was his hair.
Anyway, she doodles on her palm as he meanders along about things Trish deems meaningless. She blanks out for the rest of this class until the next teacher comes in.
Trish gets bored and tired quickly, fiddling with her studded earrings, getting to know the people she sat next to (she’s very sociable), she even takes 2 naps.
Were schools in Napoli this boring?
She heads to lunch, looking as if she took a tumbleweed crayon to the face (she didn’t have time to do her makeup this morning and her eyebags r showing 😔)
She scanned the room for her friends, she only saw Fugo and Narancia, what means that either the others are skipping or they got in trouble. She was inclined to believe the latter. But most importantly, why is Fugo here but Giorno isn’t? (Those two are glued by the hip and sometimes, it scares Trish)
She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into Fugo’s business and just sat next to her “brother”.
He starts talking about whatever, Trish doesn’t remember nor care enough to recall what it was. Well she wasn’t paying attention until she heard Giornos name.
“Wait can you repeat that!?” She demanded, it wasn’t really a question. Fugo still sulks, not touching his food. This prompts Trish to grab a grape while Narancia is talking.
“GioGio brought a frog into math so he’s getting detention!” Narancia whines, this means he can’t pester Giorno about homework. Fugo refuses to help him, for his mental heath and for Narancia physical.
A sigh of relief leaves Trish, she thought Fugo and Gio broke up! That would be a hell storm for the entire friend group and a pain in the ass to deal with.
…
“Anything worth gossiping about?” Trish sighed out resting her head on her palm
“Mr.Nero and Mr.P were caught kissing today” Fugo says, giving her the same attitude.
Trish stood up quickly and slammed her palms on the table, startling the tired albino “Holy shit! Wait whattt! You’ve know about that and DIDN’T tell me?!?!” She snaps at Fugo, he had gossip and yet he was just letting her rot away without knowing. That should be a crime!
…
A bunch of people were staring as the room hushed. Trish cleared her throat and sat back down, her face coated in embarrassment. She quietly and quickly apologized and the room went back to its former state.
Narancia bursts out laughing once the sound is back, Trish shoots him a glare. His annoyingly innocent laugh was enough to trick some adults, but not her.
“You better expect a beating when we get home” She warns, Narancia stops, not wanting to be hit by a slipper again.
Eventually, it was time for them to head back to class. She sits near the front this time, Mr.Abbacchio will be here soon and he would want Trish to sit up front.
He enters the room with a “I don’t wanna be here, fuck you all” expression, aka his resting face. Trish lets her bubblegum pink hair (A color around FF5C8A 😋) out of her ponytail, letting it fall to her shoulders. The hair covers up the earbuds in her ear, they were a birthday gift from Mista (the only one she used often).
Assuming it was her Walkman, Narancia’s old one from years back, she hit play on the music. She was fully expecting Cyndi Lauper and the Spice Girls. She was then greeted by “Uh, that felt good Does it baby? Yeah, rub my back for me Where do you want-“ She nearly screamed. Narancia what the fuck! She looked down at the Walkman and saw the Doggystyle CD in there. She grunts annoyed as she removes her earbuds, Abbacchio’s hoarse voice filling her ears instead.
The day was long and tiresome (you could say she’s had a “Hard Days Night”), she had walked home with Narancia, not bothering to wait for Giorno in detention like Mista and Fugo. Once at her house, she had laid in her bed. She heard a knock on the bedroom door.
“Come in..” She tiredly announced.
Doppio walked into the room with a cup of tea. Trish smiled wearily as he set it on her night stand. Seeing the mood she was in, he hadn’t said anything. He only kissed her forehead, like her father used to, and left. Trish drank some of the tea, it scalded her throat and she decided to wait for it to cool down a bit.
She walks to the window facing Narancia’s house. It was getting dark out so it was easier to tell he was still up. She picked up a large flashlight from under her windowsill (for communication purposes) and shone it at his window. She had put a hot pink film over the flashlight so now it shone pink. He opened his curtains and she turned out the light.
“WHAT!” He shouted so she can hear him
“ASK MR.BUCCIARATI IF I CAN COME OVER! ALSO DONT YOU DARE ASK MR. ABBACCHIO, HES GONNA SAY NO!” She yelled back.
Narancia closed his curtains as she waited at her window. About 5 minutes later, she saw a silhouette at the window, Narancia peaked his head out the window again and yelled “SORRY, WE CAN’T RIGHT NOW, THEY SAID THEY ARE BUSY AT THE MOMENT!”.
With a groan of disappointment, she closes her window, shuts her curtains, and sits on her bed, waiting for the day to be over.
idk if I’m gonna try to get an ao3 account but I enjoyed writing this, feedback is appreciated :))))
EDIT: I meant tumbleweed as an adjective, not a noun 😔
MISTA DANCING TO PUMP IT 🚨🚨🚨🚨
I may or may not be addicted to doing these 😰😰😰
SLAY MISTA SLAYYYYY 🔥🔥🔥🔥
🚨I DREW MISTA🚨
and others but that’s not as important
GAHHHH I LOVE THIS NARANCIA SCENE
