THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

girly things || mista x fem!reader || period comfort 🥲

hi everybody! i hope you're doing well, and if not, i hope you get to doing well soon! i've not been feeling the best yesterday and today because it's that time of the month again, and it really hates me. The cramps are terrible, and I can't stand them, but hot baths and heating pads help me! :) Anyway, enjoy this lighthearted Mista one-shot as he tries to help you out on your period :DD

"I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!" You scream, and Narancia winces, dropping a plate on the ground in fear. "Narancia, you idiot!" Fugo sighs, and Narancia starts whining about how you scared him and he didn't mean to drop it. Abbacchio sighs, pouring himself another glass of wine, and Bucciarati tries to console you, rubbing soft circles into your back. Trish frowns, leaning her head on your shoulder and stroking your hair. "Do you miss Mista? Is that it?" Bucciarati asks softly, and you start to cry, tears that you've been holding back streaming out of your eyes.

"I knew it was about him." Abbacchio groans, taking a sip of his red wine.

Bucciarati sent Mista and Giorno on a quick recovery mission two days ago, and they didn't let you go this time. Last time you went with Giorno and Mista, you were injured terribly, and Mista and Giorno were scolded. Giorno promised Bucciarati that you wouldn't go when Mista was around him, you and Mista usually being distracted by each other, being a couple and all. Then, out of nowhere, your period started, and you can't help your mood swings and breakdowns. Mista's usually flirting with you and cuddling you until you fall asleep out of tiredness, and then he's forced out of your room before you and him can do anything else.

Mista's not here right now though, and your mood swings are getting worse and worse as he's farther and farther away. "I want Mista!!!" You whine, wiping tears from your eyes. Bucciarati, Trish, and Fugo exchange nervous glances at each other, and Abbacchio is busy yelling at Narancia for screwing up his game of Solitaire. "Look--Look Y/N! He'll be back soon, we promise." Bucciarati panics, and Trish starts pacing the room, whispering to herself as she tries to come up with ways to calm you down. "Just go the hell to sleep. He'll be back....if he doesn't get his stupid ass killed." Abbacchio smiles into his glass, and he gets a glare from Bucciarati, causing him to mumble a sorry to you and go back to drinking his wine.

"Trish, take Y/N to bed." Fugo commands, and she nods, grabbing your sobbing hands as she lifts you and your f/c blanket up. "I don't want to go to sleep yet! Mista's not here!' You start to cry again, and Trish strokes your hair, leading you upstairs. "I hope she'll be okay." Bucciarati holds Abbacchio's hand, and he blushes, shaking his head. "She'll be fine, Bruno. She's a strong girl." Abbacchio tries to console him, but he doesn't sound convincing.

Stumbling up the stairs, and sniffling while you're doing so, you slowly make it to your room, and Trish follows you in, helping you crash on your bed. "I know you're really sad right now, well, you're everything right now, and you miss him. But, trust me, Mista won't die on you. I know him. He's not that heartless." Trish consoles you with her sweet voice, and you nod sadly, sniffling into a tissue Trish hands you. "Now, try and get some rest. Take a hot shower and use the heating pad as you sleep, alright?" She asks, and you nod, smiling. "Thanks, Trish." You smile, and she smiles back. "Of course, Y/N." Waving to you, she closes your door and leaves you to yourself.

Guido Mista.

The name elicits a bubbly feeling inside of you, and you can't help but cuddle yourself in happiness. His dark eyes, his deep tanned, skin, his contagious smile, his smooth talking, soft lips, his flirtatious, outgoing nature...these thoughts and more about how he makes you feel makes you warmer than you already are, being in the shower and all, flood your mind. As you wash your body, you think of Mista hugging you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It's so hard to contain yourself from doing your little happy dance in the hot water. The way he makes you feel is indescribable.

Turning off the shower with a blush on your face, you dress in your spaghetti strap nightgown with your spotted nightcap, and exit the bathroom.

"Finished, baby?" A smooth voice comes from your bed, and you lift your eyes to see who the voice belongs to.

Mista sits on your bed, his chest bare and his face sweaty. "Mista!" You yell, sprinting to him and tackling him in a hug as you two crash into the sheets. "Hey, sweetheart. The others said you missed me!" Mista teases, his black eyes staring at you as you hold his hand. "Hmm-mhmm! I started just as you left." You start to cry, and Mista sits there awkwardly until it hits him, and he pulls you closer to his chest.

"Oh, that girly thing? Shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm still an idiot when it comes to that type of thing." Mista admits, his smooth voice rumbling.

"No, don't worry. I just missed you a lot, that's all." You smile, and kiss his cheek. Mista laughs, and kisses you back, but this time on the lips. His lips are soft, and you sit in his arms, kissing for what seems like forever. "You mess me up, Mista." You blush, and Mista smirks, placing a kiss on your neck.

"Bucciarati finally decided to let me sleep with you for tonight. He said I can't do anything naughty, and I promised him that I wouldn't." Mista sighs, flopping back down on your bed. "I just want to cuddle with you anyways." You smirk, and lay your head on his strong, toned arm. Mista looks down at you, and pecks your cheek. "I love you so much, ya know? If loving you was a heinous crime, I'd be in prison for life." Mista flirts, his dark eyes searching your face for a reaction. You burst out laughing, and don't stop until your sides hurt, and you're shedding tears.

"Mista, you're hilarious." You sigh, and Mista shrugs, laughing. "Jokes are abundant when it comes to me, sweetheart." Mista compliments himself, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Tell me about the mission. I'm still kinda sad I couldn't go." You frown a bit, and Mista sighs, stroking your thigh lovingly. "It's totally my fault. I always distract you, don't I?" Mista leans in, his warm, sweet breath tickling your ear. "Y-Yeah." You stammer, caught off-guard by his voice. "Hahaha! I love that one face you do when I flirt with you and it catches you off-guard. I live for that." He sighs, and you pout, staring up at Mista.

"Anyways, snuggle tight, sweetheart, because I'm about to blow your precious little mind with this one hell of a mission." Mista smirks, and he reenacts the whole mission, fights and all. Sooner or later, you doze off to sleep, little snores being let out by you. Mista fell asleep after you, his eyes closing shut after he realizes you're asleep, safe and sound. His head is on top of yours, and your arms are wrapped around his waist. The blankets are over you two, keeping you warm, and Mista's soft breathing fills the room.

Sleeping peacefully with the love of your life.