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Can I get Mista and his s/o on a mission together and she sends in her own (tiny) stand to spy on some enemies only to end up horribly injured and so Mista rushes in to save her stand

Author’s Note: When I think of a tiny stand, I automatically think of the fairy emoji (🧚) The title is shit whoops, this is in 1st pov, trying it out ;) The stand name is based on Dilemma by Kelly Rowland and Nelly because that song has been stuck in my head for SO LONG.

Frail

As Guido and I hid against the brick wall of the restaurant (that the gang was waiting for us in), we could hear footsteps and hushed voices presumably making a drug deal. The two of us had been entrusted to take out the “rotten apples” in Passione and were currently tracking down the said dealer that had been causing the most trouble. He was one of the horrible ones that still dealt to children even though Giorno had forbade such transactions.

Putting a finger to my mouth, I gave a smile and a wink.

“I’ve got this.”

A strong aura, resembling a fire, encased me as I summoned my stand「DILEMMA」and sent it toward the two men that were heard around the corner. My stand’s power was to sense the amount of danger that the near future would hold, but it was also amazing for being a little spy of sorts due to its petiteness.

I began to look around through my stand’s eyes, trying to adapt to the sudden change in scenery, when I finally located our target. “There he is, Guido.”

Suddenly, my stand’s abilities alerted me of danger, and my heart began to speed up. The man had turned around and was looking directly at my stand. ‘Fuck. Of course this guy would have a stand, he was most likely recruited by Polpo like the rest of us.’

I gave out a gasp as his (obviously larger) stand came forth and gave a hearty punch to my stand. As my sight shifted back to my own surroundings, I saw my boyfriend’s look of despair as I fell.

His eyes widened, but he shook his head and charged. Guido was never really one for plans anyway. With two quick shots, the bastard had fallen and the mission had been completed. Of course, the two of us would’ve preferred to be little bloodshed on your side, but the damage had already been done to me.

The gunslinger rushed over and saw just how injured I was at the moment. He cringed at the gaping hole on the side of my torso, and the pistols began to surround me as well, each one crying and pleading for me to be safe.

I smiled and reached out to give head pats to Number 5 since he was crying the most, but groaned as the pain spread throughout your body from the small movement. I chuckled in an attempt to relieve any worries about me, but all that came out were wheezes.

Luckily, Giorno had just so happened to exit the building where we were located and began to run over while summoning his own stand. The golden humanoid was able to form a new chunk of my torso, though the pain was still there. I smiled and reached over to Guido, who had been trying his hardest to not shed tears, and gave my partner a warm hug to show that I would be fine.

He chuckled as some tears slipped and lightly hugged back, careful not to touch the newly formed part of my midsection as he patted my back and gave me a quick kiss as a reassurance to the both of us that we were alright.

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."