Time Frame: Post Golden Wind

Time frame: Post Golden Wind

Pairing: Giomis (Giorno/Mista)

words: 715

Notes: idkkkkk I did basically this last night (except I panicked and so we haven't talked about it yetttt) and I'm trying to get my mind off of it, so I wrote this!

also, kinda ooc btw

Summary:

While Giorno and Mista talk about dating Giorno accidentally reveals something about himself that he didn't mean to. Fluff and feelings ensue.

It was fuck knows hours of the night- or morning, probably morning at this point - and Giorno and Mista had been sitting in Giorno's room talking for hours.

Neither of them had been able to sleep. Mista had planned to go downstairs to the kitchen and get some water and melatonin gummies, but on his way, he saw Giorno's bedroom light on and decided that he had to make sure Gio wasn't overworking himself again.

That led them to where they were now, Mista draped across the end of the bed, rambling about some girl he had tried dating a few years ago while Giorno sat towards the head of the bed, hugging a pillow in his lap as he listened.

"-Yeah, but I don't know. I just don't think dating girls is right for me right now." He turns to look at Giorno "Like, wait a year or two and then we can talk."

"Wait, really?"

"What?"

"What?" Fuck. Fuck he had just messed this up so bad. How do you even misinterpret something that badly!? Shit. He felt his body start to shake and he grips the pillow he's been holding harder. His face feels warm, and his eyes feel heavy, but no tears fall, he just sits there shaking and hyperventilating.

"Giorno? You ok, man?"

No. No he wasn't at all, he had just fucking ruined his relationship with his best friend. There's no way he can come back from this. Even if Mista somehow doesn't care or is able to look past it, they'll always have the knowledge that this happened. Both of them will have to live forever with the knowledge that on this night Giorno had practically confessed his love for Mista. How the fuck was he supposed to come back after that?

"Hey, Giorno?"

"Sorry." It was all he could think to say- the only thing that could have any chance of making this situation better. "Sorry, I- I'm sorry let's just...Let's just pretend this never happened, ok?"

"Giorno..."

"Mista"

"Giorno, what's wrong?"

"What?''

"I don't understand. What happened? Why are you so upset all of a sudden?"

oh

oh

He had made things worse, hadn't he?

"Nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"Giorno. Tell me what happened. Please."

"Mista...I just told you that I have a crush on you.'' His voice was barely audible against the room, silent aside from his own heavy breaths and the other's calm ones.

Mista didn't respond immediately, making a thick tension in between them.

"Look, Mista I'm sorry I- I'll just-"

"Giorno." And his mouth snapped shut, staring at the other boy, who looked like he had been thinking the hardest he had in a while. "I think," he started, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I think I feel the same way."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I knew you wouldn't-" wait. What did he just say? "What?"

"I said that I think that I like you too." Mista's face was bright red, but Giorno was sure that his was redder.

"Wait, really?"

"Yep."

"But I though you said..."

"Well, maybe I was wrong," He dramatically turned his head away before immediately turning it to look at Giorno again, "Also.. I did say that I don't think I should date girls right now, technically I never said anything about boys..."

"Oh yeah...I guess that's true."

"So..."

"So..."

"Are we...Y'know...boyfriends now?"

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." Giorno said, less hesitantly than most of the other things he'd said that night as he laid his pillow back in its original spot and patted the spot on the bed next to his, signaling for Mista to crawl up next to him.

And the other did just that. Tucking himself into bed next to his best friend boyfriend, said boyfriend doing the same next to him.

So, the two lay next to each other, staring into each other's eyes somewhat continuing their dumb ramblings from earlier, but most conversation died off as sleep took over the two. They'd work out exactly what happened tonight when they woke up, but for now, they were content with putting that off for later. And if Mista heard Giorno mumble a soft 'I love you' before he fell asleep, he didn't say anything.

-end-

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this took way longer than expectedddddd

So, uh, this is my little fantasized version of what happened with me and the girl I like last night. I don't know if she understood what I meant with my response, but I'm certain that she doesn't like me soooooooooo idkkkk now we just hope for the best, I guess?

anyway

Have a good day/night/whenever you're reading this! Eat something, drink some water, get some sleep, take care of yourself! Love youuu <3

This started because I wanted to project my cramps onto Kunikida so he suffers with me but turned into me wanting everyone at the ADA to take care of him like he DESERVES

Hiiii

here's a silly lil Caejose fic that i wrote at literally 2 am

Im also posting this on my Ao3 btw!! its Ace_th3_Shark

Time frame: before fighting the pillar men/during Caesar and Jojo's training period.

Words: 719

Summary:

Trans girl Joseph worrys about telling Caesar that she's a girl, Caesar assures her that he loves her no matter what.

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"Caesar?" Jojo muttered into the mentioned man's chest. The two had been laying on the small couch in Caesars room cuddling all day as they had had the day off of training due to a combination of particularly bad weather and some errands that Lisa Lisa had to run.

"Yes, caro mio?"

"I... I have a question." He hesitated, debating whether or not to go through with asking it. He'd been wanting to ask this since they started dating but if it didn't go well this could easily ruin their entire relationship.

"Ask away." He seems so calm. It makes Jojo nervous, seeing how relaxed he is, how he's about to ruin that peacefulness with the stupid question that he should just keep to himself.

But he can't anymore. it's been bothering him far too much for far too long to keep lying to Caesar any longer.

" Would you.. Would you still love me if-"

"Yes."

He responded instantly, without an ounce of hesitation. Jojo feels his heart flutter.

"What?" He repositioned himself to look at Caesar.

"Amore mio, there's not a single thing that could come out of your mouth to finish that sentence that would make me love you even an ounce less. My love for you will never stop, whether you want it to or not. I don't care if you were going to finish that with 'if I was a worm' or 'if I was a wanted serial killer' or anything in between. I'd love you no less any way and I'll say it as many times and as many different ways as I need to for you to understand. I love you, ti amo, ti amo tanto, I love you so, so fucking much."

Jojo sobs and leans back into him. fuck... he had not been expecting that in the slightest. He knew, or at least hoped that Caesar loved him but...Not that much... It was such a shame... Caesar was surely going to be taking that back in a few moments. Surely, he would realize just how wrong that statement was when he hears what Jojo had to tell him.

"I.." His words come out stuttery and shaky, broken up by the sobs still rolling out of him. "I think I'm a girl." she finally forces out; it feels nice to get it out of her system after so long of bottling it up and avoiding bringing it up every time that would convenient. It also felt like the most awful, nerve-racking thing she'd ever done in her life.

She sat there, leaning away from him ever so slightly again, waiting for him to do something. For him to yell at her, to make some rude comment, to hit her, to go on some long speech about 'womanhood' or some similar shit. She waits for him to take back what he said about loving her.

But he never does.

Instead, he gently cups her cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"And you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Jojo falls back onto his chest as best as she can with him still holding her head, even more sobs rip out of her. She was so sure, so, so certain that he would have some horrible reaction, not...this! Not for him to hold her even gentler than before, yet impossibly closer and tighter. Not for him to hold her and comfort her and tell her that he loves her over and over until her sobs calm down.

As her crying softens to just a few tears and some loud sniffles, she tries to speak again, "I- sorry, I just...was so sure you'd hate me.."

The look in Caesars eyes upon hearing that breaks Jojo's heart. He looks so pained to hear that she could ever even think of considering the idea that he could possibly hate her for anything.

"Oh, no, no, no, my dear Jojo- er, can I still call you that?"

"Yeah...actually, I kinda wanted that to be my name now."

"mh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl!"

Jojo giggles a bit at that, having calmed down significantly from her initial reaction.

"Shit, I love you Caesar. You're an idiot, but you're my idiot and I love you."

And Caesar just laughs.

--end--

I'm sooooooo good at planning fics but I suck at writing them

I have a series planned to chapter 4 of the 3rd multi chapter fic in it(with one or two single chapter ones in between)and I haven't finished writing chapter one of the first oneeeee

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