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Everything was going fine. You didn’t understand how you had ended up, naked, in his arms.

You had just returned from a gruelling mission with Passione and, after filling up on the scraps you could find in the kitchen, headed to your room to take a bath.

Deciding to treat yourself a bit, you filled it with bubble-bath and lit some candles to ensure you’d really relax. A quick dip in the tub wasn’t going to cut it this time. Your muscles groaned in protest as you tested the water of the bath. This mission had really taken a toll on you. Sure, the guys you fought weren’t that much of a big deal, but the amount of crouching and crawling you had to do as you infiltrated the enemy base was enough to make your muscles ache just by thinking about it.

God, you thought, I am never going on an infiltration mission again, not unless Narancia’s there; he’s a much better size for crawling around on the floor. Said boy was currently recovering from a minor head injury.

After turning the taps off and hastily undressing yourself, which wasn’t very hasty considering your stiff muscles, you climbed into the tub and sighed in bliss. Instantly, your muscles began to unknot as you sank further into the water. The sweet scent of the bubble-bath tickled your nose whilst the candles danced, dimly lighting the room. You even had your favourite songs playing quietly in the background. Sighing again, you relished the treat for what felt like forever.

Once the water started getting cold, reluctantly, you got out of the bath. Not bothered about moisturising just yet, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went to exit the bathroom, feeling utterly rejuvenated. The bath had also relieved the mental stress you felt from the mission. I wonder if this would help when I can’t take anymore of Narancia’s idiotic comments? Or when Bucciarati sends me on a tough mission? Or when Abbachio’s snide remarks start to tick me off? Or when- actually, don’t even go there, I’m stressing myself out again. Shaking your head to remove those thoughts, you opened the door.

You’re hit with all the stress from the day once again when you see what’s waiting for you in your room. Standing in front of you is a big, black, hairy spider. A massive fuck off spider. Any normal person would handle this situation rationally, but you were terrified of their beady little eyes and their long legs, and don’t even get started on those fangs. Panicked and scared, you stood in the doorway, frozen. Just like it was sensing how afraid you were, the spider darts in your direction. No. Your mind races. The spider inches closer. Please, no. Doing the first thing that popped into your head, you leapt up onto the counter. The spider comes closer still. Shit.

As embarrassing as it is but not knowing what else to do, you screamed for help.

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You heard someone knock on the door to your bedroom.

“(y/n)?”

It was Bucciarati.

Finally, help had arrived. You sighed in relief, calming down enough to call out to him.

“Boss, there’s a spider…”

“A spider? Oh, right,” everyone knew of (y/n)’s fear of spiders.

As he said this, the spider approached you again.

“Eek!”

“(y/n), are you alright?”

Oh, God, “just get in here please!” You hugged the wall, desperately trying to distance yourself from the hairy creature. In a few moments, Bucciarati appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. Upon seeing your panicked state, his demeanour changed to that of one trying to calm a spooked horse, you being the spooked horse. “Boss, please, do something,” tears pricked your eyes. You wanted out of this situation.

“It’s okay, (y/n),” he said gently, “first I’ll trap the-“

“No! Boss, don’t leave me here,” you pleaded as Bucciarati began to turn around.

“Okay, okay. It’s alright, (y/n), I’m right here.”

You whimpered.

Not wanting to startle the spider, Bucciarati used Sticky Fingers to appear in the space next to you.

“Come here, (y/n),” he said as he reached towards you slowly. Hesitantly, you placed your hands on his shoulders and shifted towards the edge of the counter. It was going smoothly until you knocked a bottle of moisturiser onto the floor, causing the spider to dart, typically, towards you and Bucciarati. The sudden movement alarmed you so much that you pretty much jumped on top of him.

In turn, the momentum you created made him stumble backwards, and then you were falling.

Confused as to why you were wet again, you attempted to look up from your position, realising you couldn’t because Bucciarati had his hand against the back of your head, forcing you against his broad chest. His other arm was locked around your lower back, protecting you from the fall.

That was when it hit you. You had fallen into the bath, with Bucciarati beneath you.

“Um,” you hesitated, “Boss, could you let go?”

“Huh? Oh!” He immediately removed his arms from around you, placing them by his sides instead.

You got up hesitantly and looked down at Bucciarati. He was as red as a tomato and he wouldn't look at you; feigning interest in the tiles decorating the surrounding walls.

“(y/n),” his voice was strained, “um, your towel..."

Looking down at yourself, you noticed that your towel had become undone, fully exposing your chest. This can't be happening!

At a total loss for words, you flushed red and covered yourself up, rushing to get out the bath and away from the embarrassment. In your haste, you lost your footing and fell atop Bucciarati again. His hands flew to your hips as you braced yourself against his firm chest.

"I- sorry, um-" you tried to say something, anything, to alleviate the situation, but words weren't needed when Bucciarati brushed his lips against yours. It was so faint yet so wonderful. You wanted more.

Gripping onto his damp clothes, you leaned forward and applied more pressure into the kiss which Bucciarati instantly reciprocated. The water lapped around the two of you, just how you were lapped around Bucciarati as he dotted kisses on your neck.

The spider was long forgotten.

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Someone shouted from outside of your bedroom.

“Oi,” it was Mista, “keep it down.”

Thank God, someone had come to your help. “Mista, wait! You have to come in here, please,”

“Hmm, I don’t know, you’re being weird, (y/n),”

“Please, Mista!” You started panicking even more now. Shit, what if he doesn’t come in? The thought was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and, on top of that, the spider was still inching closer. Your voice cracked, “Mista.”

That was enough for alarm bells to sound in Mista’s head, so he turned a blind eye towards his scepticism and entered your bedroom.

“(y/n)?”

Relief washed over you when you heard him in your room, you called out to him and he approached the bathroom.

Mista looked at you, confused, “what’re you doing?” Then he looked at the bath, back towards you and, finally, at your trembling body wrapped in a towel. Mista instantly flushed red “um,”

“Don’t move!” you said loudly and stared at the spider. Mista followed your gaze.

“Oh, oh. Are you okay, (y/n)?” Concern laced his voice.

“I’m fine,” you rushed out, “can you just get rid of it, please?” Mista nodded. He was probably the most understanding of your situation right now, having a phobia of his own.

He took the gun from his trousers and took aim at the spider, “say goodbye, Mr Spider,” he was about to shoot when you intervened.

“Mista, stop! As much as I’d like to see that,” you shuddered, “spider blown to pieces, I don’t want a hole to be blasted into my floor!”

He looked at you, rolling his eyes, “what do I do then?”

“Throw it out the window!”

His jaw dropped, “you want me to touch that thing?!” He pointed at it, casting a shadow on the floor, startling the spider. Of course it moved towards Mista, making him back off a bit.

Your breathing increased, worried that he might leave you here with it, “Mista, please, just do something,” tears fell from your eyes.

Mista’s heartstrings tugged when he looked at your shaking form, crouched upon the counter, tears spilling down your cheeks. Dammit, he thought.

Your state was getting worse. Mista noticed your heaving chest and the way you bit your bottom lip when you were scared. He knew he had to act, and fast.

All of a sudden you had been swept into Mista’s arms and were travelling quickly out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, even. You were placed, gently, onto something soft. Looking around, you realised you were in Mista’s room. This must be his bed...

“Mista?” You questioned, as he slowly approached you. Even as he got close to you, he didn’t stop. You scooted further up the bed, awkwardly, until you backed into the headboard. Mista inched closer and closer. His breath fanned over your face as he loomed over you.

All was silent as Mista watched a drop of water slip down your neck, across your collar bone and dip teasingly into your cleavage, disappearing. You gulped when Mista met your eyes. They were filled with lust, the intensity drawing you in.

Before you knew it, you had locked lips with the gunslinger as he pressed himself against you.

Oh, well, you thought to yourself, sighing, as Mista left bruises on your neck, if the spider’s still in my room, your back arched as Mista’s hand stroked up your thigh, bringing the towel with it, I’ll just have to stay in here, you huffed when Mista bit your earlobe, until it’s gone.

You silently prayed that the spider would stick around for a bit when you heard what Mista whispered in your ear.

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Rushing up the stone path that led to Passione’s hideout, you yanked the doors open to get out of the rain which had soaked your clothes. So much for enjoying a nice evening stroll through Naples, you thought, trying to flatten your now frizzy hair. You looked out the window, longingly. One minute, the sky was a vibrant pink from the setting sun as you walked through town, the next minute, the sky had disappeared behind gloomy clouds as raindrops began to fall and people frantically ran to find shelter. To top it all off, some kid knocked you right into a puddle. Grumbling, you trudged upstairs to find a change of clothes.

Dressed in a loose t-shirt and slacks, you prepared a cup of tea to warm yourself up. Looking out the window once again, you couldn’t deny the cosiness you felt, curled up on the sofa, in the lounge, whilst it poured with rain outside. It was quiet, too; most of the gang were away, visiting another gang on the other side of Italy, leaving just you and Abbacchio at home. Only the sound of rain could be heard, pattering against the roof. I just hope it doesn’t turn into a storm, you shuddered, beginning to feel on edge. A shower should calm me down.

It turns out that a shower was the worst thing you could've done

A loud boom could be heard from outside, loud enough that you heard it from within the shower. Startled, you almost slipped, gripping onto the walls for support. Another clap of thunder sounded and you were plummeted into darkness. Please, no. You scrambled to turn the water off and bolted out of the bathroom. Once again, the sky shook with thunder, causing you to whimper.

"Abbachio!" You shouted desperately, feeling your way through the bedroom and into the hallway. The sound was almost blocked out by your thrumming heart. You heard a door opening in front of you.

"(y/n)?"

Tears fell from your eyes as you launched yourself at Abbachio, soaking wet, clad in just a towel. He hushed you, whispering soothing words into your ear as he rubbed your back.

Once you had calmed down a little, still clinging to his chest, Abbacchio carried you to your room, setting you down on the bed. He pried your hands off of him and turned to leave until you grabbed his wrist like a vice.

“Don’t leave,” your voice was thick with panic.

Abbacchio sighed in annoyance.

“Stay," you begged, tugging his wrist, "just until the storm stops." Abbacchio complied, slithering into bed with you.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this,” he hissed, snaking an arm around you waist, pulling you into him.

Abbacchio hoped that there would be another storm soon.

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You’d been going out with Giorno for over three months now and you were happy to call yourself his girlfriend, despite you only knowing him since you joined Bucciarati’s team in the notorious gang, Passione. You didn’t particularly mind the goings on of this team because you knew the members were all, one; here for a reason and, two; actively trying to overthrow Diavolo and end his scummy reign of abuse and exploitation.

Being similar in age and the newest member to join the gang before you, Giorno was the most welcoming, helping you out whenever he could. Thanks to this, you had become a valued member of Bucciarati’s team and, before long, befriended each of them. Giorno even became more than a friend.

Looking back on your time in the gang, you reminisced about the day you and Giorno officially started going out. It was on a quiet day in particular; Bucciarati hadn’t set any assignments for either of you, so Giorno proposed that you both visit Pompeii.

The views overwhelmed you. The ruins were eerie, yet beautiful and, not only that, but the sun shone down on Giorno, his hair shimmering in the light, highlighting his pretty face. His green eyes sparkled as he smiled down at you, chuckling at your gawking. How can one person be so beautiful?

Giorno gently led you away, pulling you along, hand in hand, until you had climbed up a large, grass covered hill that overlooked the sea. There, you sat, leaning against him, as you watched the sun set, turning the sky into brilliant hues of orange and pink. With the sun disappearing on the horizon, you found a small and quiet restaurant where you shared little jokes and pockets of conversation, admiring each other with such warmth. The day had gone extremely well – that was until the train ride home.

It was quite late in the evening so the underground wasn’t too busy and the trains weren’t crowded. However, the both of you decided to stand since it was only a few stops before you had to change anyway. You were mindlessly chatting away to Giorno when the train suddenly stopped, resulting in you launching into him. As he reached out to steady you, the lights went out and the train was flooded with darkness.

You immediately grabbed onto Giorno, burying your head into his chest.

“(y/n)? What’s wrong?” He tried prying you away from him so he could see you but your grip only tightened in response. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” he stated, softly. You couldn’t resist.

He held onto your hands as you spoke, “promise you won’t laugh?”

“Of course not, (y/n),” he brushed his lips over the back of your hand, “I promise.”

You hesitated, “um, I’m actually a-afraid… of t-the dark.”

“But, (y/n), there are several good things that you can do in the dark,” he whispered into your ear, smiling devilishly, “allow me to demonstrate.”

Before you could react to what he just said, Giorno placed his lips upon yours in a sweet kiss before going in again, for a longer kiss this time. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you and Giorno were currently moments away from a seriously heated make out session. Struggling to hide any lewd noises from coming out of your mouth, Giorno and his lips were traversing every inch of your neck.

Your worries had disappeared, along with his lips, as well as the darkness.

“I love you, (y/n),” Giorno spoke with adoration.

“I love you too,” you smiled.

Perhaps, if Giorno was there, the dark wasn’t so bad.

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The mission so far had gone relatively smoothly. You and Fugo had successfully accessed the safe in the study and the goods were now tucked away. All that was left to do was to escape without being caught. Easy, right?

The two of you tiptoed briskly throughout the hallways, Fugo leading the way. You struggled to keep up in the dark and it was a miracle that you hadn’t fallen over yet. About to voice your troubles, Fugo suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble into him. Before you could say anything, Fugo clamped his hand over your mouth and whispered “someone’s coming”. It was so quiet that you had to strain your ears to hear him, but you understood when you saw the sliver of light from around the corner. A torch.

You looked around frantically, trying to find somewhere to hide. Your eyes met a broom closet a few meters in front of you. Seeming to read your mind, Fugo gripped your wrist and tugged you towards it. In an instant, you were inside the small space, swallowed up by the darkness. The only sounds were the footsteps coming towards you, agonisingly slowly.

Is it just me or is it really hot in here… You clenched your eyes shut, leaning your head back against the wall. An unsteady breath left your mouth. Feeling extremely uncomfortable in such a tight space, you clenched at your clothes, at the wall behind you, at anything, trying to get a grip on something.

You felt trapped. There was no way of getting out of here anytime soon; the footsteps weren’t getting much closer. Your heart beat so fast you were sure Fugo could hear it. You didn’t want to hyperventilate, it would create too much noise, but it felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. Your hand met your mouth and you bit down on it, trying to distract yourself with pain.

Noticing the movement, Fugo reached out, searching for your hands and clasping them in his. You stopped breathing altogether at the slow movements his thumbs made as they gently caressed your hands. Though he didn’t want to smother you any more than you already were, Fugo leant towards you, resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes snapped open at the contact and he squeezed your hands.

“Breathe” he whispered.

Doing just that, your heart began to slow, feeling a lot more relaxed. It was then that you realised just how close you and Fugo were; you could feel the rise and fall of his chest as his breath fanned over your face. Fugo continued to rub and squeeze your hands, the delicate touches almost sending you into a fit, as the footsteps outside finally passed and faded away. Exiting the broom closet, you let out a long breath, as Fugo once again led you through the twisting hallways of the mansion.

Two things you noticed, however, was that Fugo’s hands never left yours and that your heart sped up for another reason now.

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You woke up with a start, gasping for air. It was dark. All that could be heard were the crickets chirping outside. Laying in a pool of sweat, you peeled yourself from the bedsheets and sighed. Another sleepless night.

Though you were exhausted, you padded downstairs and prepared a cup of tea. No more sleep would come tonight, not with those nightmares looming. Just thinking about them was enough to make you shudder. Shaking your head of the thought, you snuggled up on the sofa and read a book.

It was approaching 4am when a sleepy Narancia stumbled into the room with glass of water. He yawned.

"Can't sleep?"

You shook your head with a sad smile.

"It's always like this, especially around this time of the year... It's hard." You trailed off.

"I know," the slight teen plopped down next to you, "is there anything I can do?"

"Maybe... I don't know. It's just the nightmares." Your voice cracked slightly.

Narancia pulled you towards him and you curled into his side, shaking. He sat there with you, patiently patting your head or stroking your back, until you had become more relaxed.

You were sure you were dozing off when you felt Narancia moving beside you. Startled, you looked towards him.

"Let's get you to bed," he grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him, "c'mon, (y/n)."

Panic settled in once you realised you'd be on your own again, tormented in your sleep by those horrid dreams. Narancia stopped by your door.

"Okay, night, (y/n)," he squeezed your hand before letting it go, "sleep well."

As he turned to walk away, you reached out and grabbed the back of his tshirt.

"Um... stay with me," you looked at the ground, "please."

Narancia cupped your cheeks and placed a small kiss upon your forehead before leading you through the doorway. He nudged you into bed and followed suit, bringing the covers over the two of you.

"Don't worry," he whispered, "I'll be right here, okay?"

You nodded, tucking yourself underneath his chin, soaking up his warmth. He smelt of sunshine. It was the last thing you thought of before you drifted into a deep, undisturbed sleep.