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You weren't a member of Passione, but you were with the group often enough that it was a miracle someone didn't mistake you as one. You were an information broker for several gangs, not the best but you were working up in the ranks slowly.
Today was no different, as you arrived at the group's usual hangout with new information on a drug dealing gang that Giorno asked you to monitor. You were giving the information to Bruno and Giorno at a table when Guido walked into the room, finally noticing your presence. His face lit up as he all but charged at you.
"(Name)! Amore mio!" Was your only warning before you were wrapped in two strong arms from your side, lifted from the seat with wide eyes into one of Guido's massive hugs.
"G-Guido, put me down!" you scolded him as he gently set you back down with a huff, pulling up a chair close to yours as you continued talking. Guido waited impatiently, knowing he would finally get your attention when you were done updating the two. He bounced his foot, one hand resting on your thigh under the table as he tapped the fingers. You sent him a glare, to which he ceased his movements.
After the two were updated on the situation, you turned to Guido, who wasted not even a second in placing his lips to yours in a breath-taking kiss. Your eyes widened before you melted into it, placing your arms around his broad shoulders. His hands found your hips and pulled you as close as he could.
Breaking apart, your flushed face donned a giddy smile as Guido presented his teeth in a cheeky grin. You were still getting used to his almost aggressive affection, but it was a pleasant surprise. You two had only been dating for about a month and never got too carried away. At least not during the day. You were much more relaxed than he was, but his pace was always a nice change.
"How are the little ones?" you asked, moving close enough to press your nose to his. He gave a breathy laugh before his hands moved up to your waist, playing with the bottom of your cut-off shirt.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," he teased, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away a little. You sent him a raised eyebrow.
"I know you're fine," you replied with a bit of a tease, to which he wiggled his eyebrows. "But I haven't seem them in SO long," you whined, looking down to see if his personalized pistol was tucked into his pants somewhere. You huffed when you realized his gun wasn't on him. Guido pouted playfully as he leaned back, standing up and pushing the chair back with his legs, arms folded over his broad chest.
"I've been waiting for you to get back for almost ten days and you're more concerned about my Stand," he continued to pout. You stood up as well, though not nearly as tall as him. You sent him a questioning look before going into cute pout mode.
"But they're cute and adorable!"
"And I'm not!?" His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Not like them. They're so tiny and lovable!" You cupped your hands, imagining how small they were.
"I'm lovable too! I'm not tiny, but I'm sure that isn't a problem~" He wiggled his brows once more as he leaned back confidently.
"I know that, and it's definitely not a problem. The problem at hand is that you won't let me see my babies!" You moved around him, heading towards his room where he most likely left his trusty pistol for now.
"They're not babies! They're badass motherfuckers! They'll wreck your shit!" he called after you, following you closely as you walked past various members of the group.
You sighed a bit, rolling your eyes as you found his bedroom door, grabbing the handle. However, his hand gripped the handle while his other hand rested on the door by your head.
"More than a week without sex and the only reason you want in my room is to see my Sex Pistols?" he whispered with an almost unbelieving tone.
You nodded vigorously. "Yep!"
He groaned in annoyance as you opened the door, following you in before shutting the door behind him.
"(Name)," he whined childishly, "this isn't even ironic anymore!"
You weren't paying attention as you saw his violet pistol sitting on the table like a quest item, and you excitedly ran over to it with sparkles in your eyes.
"You better make up for this," he pouted still, now standing close to you.
"Yeah, yeah," you waved him off as you opened the cylinder of the pistol, seeing the six little Stands appear. Your eyes lit up as they began moving around, a few flying up to your face and shoulders. They reminded you of how Guido acted when he saw you again.
"(Name)!"
"Mista's girl!"
"It's (Name)! We missed you!"
"Waahh! I'm so happy!"
"It's about damn time, bitch!"
You giggled as they all got excited to see you, especially number 5, who currently hugged your cheek. Number 5 always liked you the best.
"Aw, I missed you all!"
You continued to giggle and laugh as the little Stands flew and moved around. Guido stepped to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him.
"Mista!"
"(Name)'s finally back!"
"Look, Mista! No more being pathetic and lonely!"
"Now they can kiss more!"
You and Guido looked at the happy little Stands, Guido smiling lovingly at how happy and excited the little guys were. He turned to you, placing a kiss on your cheek before he rested his forehead on your hair, his head turned to the Stands.
"They really missed you, you make them all so happy," he laughed a little, noticing how Number 5 moved to sit on your shoulder close to your neck. "Especially this little guy," he grinned, poking at the little Stand who seemed anxious, swatting at his finger.
"Mine!"
Guido's eyes widened, as did yours. The others joined in soon after.
"Yeah! She's ours!"
"Not gonna share!"
Guido frowned at the little Stands, his expression getting defensive.
"Hah! That's cute. You think that she's yours to share? Guess again, you little shits!"
You shook your head at their antics, smiling all the while. To say you missed it a lot was a definite understatement. Being away from your boyfriend for long periods made you appreciate the time you had with him. You both missed each other terribly but when you were together, nothing could stop you two.
The door suddenly burst open, causing all eight of the beings in the room to bristle as they nearly leapt from their skin, the Stands making high pitched cries.
"Oi! Lunch time! Aw man, I was hoping to catch you two in the moment. Damnit!"
Guido released you, fuming with anger and embarrassment as he spotted Narancia at the door. You were also angry, but not like Guido, who was now wielding his pistol as he pursued the teen, his Stands flying angrily with him like buzzing bees. You smiled with a sigh, calmly walking into the kitchen. You then noticed that Number 5 was still attached to your neck, a worried look on its face. You smiled, bringing your finger close for it to nuzzle cutely.
Not much longer after you began eating did Guido finally show up, taking his spot beside you with an angry huff as Narancia sat with a shit eating grin. Everyone enjoyed lunch and casual conversations. Occasionally, you'd tear off a piece of your garlic bread and feed it to Guido, making Narancia gag at the way Guido licked your finger clean of the buttery flavor.
You were just about to give Guido the last piece of your bread when suddenly there were six figured at your fingertips, gnawing away at the food. Your eyes widened at this, especially when Guido's open mouth met the feeling of his Stands on his tongue. His eyes darted open and saw how the little guys were devouring the bread meant for him, and he quickly pursed his lips, blowing the Stands away. He growled at them, and most of them snickered at him as they hid behind your shoulder.
You laughed along with the other people at the time.
“What’s wrong, Guido? Can’t stand a little competition?” Fugo spoke calmly with a grin. If you weren’t too busy being amused by your lover, you’d have noticed Bruno’s cringe at the joke.
“Ha, I get it! Because they’re little!” Narancia laughed much too loudly, completely missing the intended joke as he pointed his fingers comically. Mista growled, clenching his fists to the point the knuckle was bone white.
"Not only do I have to compete with my own damn Stand for my girlfriend, but now my food!? WHAT THE FUCK!?"