[REWRITE SOON] Gunrunner - VA X fem reader

obligatory smoking scene for character development

I woke up sprawled across the backseats of my car with Fugo staring down at me with worry painted all over his face, my head resting on his legs. Everything was slightly hazy and I felt like I could pass out again at any point.

Giorno was presumably driving. Wait, Giorno was presumably driving.

I tried to sit up only to feel a sharp jolt of pain in my shoulder. GAH, FUCK"

Fugo immediately laid me back down on his legs. "Y/n you're so fucking reckless you know?" "Haha sorry, I got a little carried away. Anyway more importantly, is Goldie locks driving?" "Yeah? Why?"

"Giorno if you scratch up my car I'll kill you." Giorno hummed in acknowledgment. "Noted."

I tried to zone out at the ceiling of my car to pass the time but after 3 minutes I got bored so I decided to start stupid conversations instead.

"So who carried me to the car?" Fugo's face immediately burst into bright red. Raising an eyebrow at this I teased him "Oh so it was you then, Fugo?"

Giorno piped up from the front seat. "Yeah he made a point of carrying you, he even went through the trouble of carrying you bridal sty-" "THATS QUITE ENOUGH GIORNO YOU DON'T NEED TO GO INTO DETAIL." Fugo was fully flustered at this point.

"Ya know you're kinda cute when you get all riled up like that Fugo." He just froze up at that point.

I laughed slightly before blacking out again.

I woke up once again in my bed. I checked my shoulder to see it wrapped in bandages. Fugo must have patched me up.

After testing how much I could move my arm, and discovering that I in fact couldn't move it that much, I got up and headed straight to the kitchen to find a snack.

As soon as I set foot in the living room I was bombarded by Narancia, Mista and Fugo with concerns and worried "Are you sure you should be up??"s.

After brushing everyone off I had to face the final boss of well-being, Bruno. He was the most concerned out of anyone. 

"Here, you just sit down on the sofa I'll get you something to eat, how hungry are you?" "Really fucking hungry."

I slumped down on the sofa between Narancia and Fugo, the tv playing some low budget family game show in the background. "How's your arm feeling? You had a pretty big chunk of metal stuck in your shoulder so I had to stitch it up a bit."

"I can't really move it too much or else it'll hurt but it's fine at the minute. Thanks by the way, what I did was reckless and I shouldn't even be in this situation in the first place."

"It's oka-" "Hey how'd you even get metal stuck in your shoulder like that anyway? Fugo seemed slightly peeved with Narancia interrupting him like that.

"Oh, some bitch who was still alive called me a whore and I kinda got carried away in the moment and blew up the storage unit he was in."

"Geez, talk about overkill." he laughed lightly. "Ah well, I got the job done anyway so that's all that matters."

Bruno came back into the living room a few minutes later with a plate of spaghetti and a simple tomato sauce. "It's nothing too special but it's better than nothing."

I thanked him and immediately dug in, only using my right arm to twirl the pasta on the fork seeing as my left arm was just a little bit busted up for the time being.

After a few minutes of small talk and snarky comments on the intelligence of the game show contestants, I piped up with a question I'd been meaning to ask since I walked into the room.