One and Done: Sweets and Lemons (JJBA one shots)

Come and Get Your Love - Redbone (Mista x Reader) 🍋

A/N:  'Come and Get Your Love' is such a joyful song in my opinion.  The toe-tapper gives me two mental images.  The first is Mista greeting a female friend with, "Where my hug at?".  It rarely works to get him a hug, but he tries every time.  And the other is more of a vibe: just love... no doubts, no overthinking, no worrying about other things.  Just love.  And it doesn't have to be intimate or relationship love; it could be the love of friendship.  I am hoping to capture a progression for Mista and his woman in this story.  Stop being worried you aren't enough and just love!  💖

Y/N was getting ready for her big date. It was her birthday. But more importantly it was her first anniversary of dating Mista. He had promised it would be the best day of her life, but she just felt off. She had bouts of anxiety; it had been an issue for her since her early teen years.

By extension, this was a struggle for the couple since it wasn't as if Mista didn't have his own self-doubting moments.  Even though he was always being cheerful and seemed like a bit of a cocky ass, internally he questioned everything. Was he good enough for Y/N?  Did he remember to shut off the stove?  Does he smell bad?  The only things he was certain of were his abilities as a gunslinger and how crazy he was about Y/N.

Y/N on the other hand, was more reserved and quiet.  The only thing she thought she was good at was doubting herself.  She was pretty sure she put up a good front, but after dating someone a year they are bound to see through the facade. 

As she sat at her vanity, applying her makeup she nitpicked the visage that stared back at her.  Her eyes could be wider, the bags underneath from lack of good sleep needed a touch of concealer, her nose...don't even start on that!  Her hair, freshly cut and styled at the salon, was naturally wavy.  She wished it was either straight and obedient like Bucciarati or Abbachio's or full of volume and crazy curls like Mista's. 

Sighing, she decided her look was as good as it was going to get.  Putting on her earrings and necklace she smiled unconvincingly at her reflection.  The shimmering blue dress she had chosen for tonight complimented her skin tone nicely.  She brushed away the thought that she might be a bit overdressed since tonight's activities were a surprise.  Mista had told her to dress nice, but he also thought his street clothes were 'nice'. 

Y/N's mind wandered to thoughts of what Mista might wear as she slid into her heels.  She slipped a pair of flats into her tote, just in case.  She had only seen him in his bright cropped sweater and obnoxious tiger striped pants or a t-shirt and shorts.  He was a fine, wellbuilt man regardless of his attire, Y/N loved his muscular body.  Her breath always hitched when he moved in such a way that his top slid up and his pants slid down ever so slightly.  That half-inch of movement would send her mind on a flight of sensual fancy. 

Shaking off the mini fantasy her mind just started, Y/N grabbed her bag and went to the living room to wait for her date to arrive.  Flipping on the television she distracted herself with a documentary about phobias.

She chuckled thinking about Mista's tetraphobia. She remembered on their fourth date Mista had wanted to stay in, which was okay with her.  What had been a bit awkward was that he had brought Fugo as 'backup'. Mista was convinced something terrible would happen. Fugo only agreed to accompany the gunslinger because he owed him a favor and Mista promised to buy him dinner to sweeten the deal.

Of course, nothing major had happened.  There had been a few comical mishaps, no doubt caused by nerves; the worst being that Mista had tripped and spilled his drink all over Y/N.  The dampness had made her top see through and she had to change, but on the grand scale of things it wasn't all that bad.  Embarrassing but not devastating. 

A smile had crossed her face at the memory.  Y/N had so many good memories with Mista.  Her eyes lingered on the framed photos along her wall.  It had been his suggestion to fill the open space with memories of their dates.