You were currently laying in bed with a pillow over your head as you tried to desperately block out the loud music coming from upstairs.

It started around 6 that morning when Abbacchio decided to blast music from his room, causing you to wake up suddenly after a previously restless night. You weren't sure if you were going to kill a man today or pass out from exhaustion. Most likely the former.

You let out a loud groan and rolled out of bed before storming down the hall with a scowl on your face. "It's the damn afternoon, and I still couldn't sleep..." You grumbled to yourself before getting stopped by a tired-looking Fugo.

"What are you doing?" He questioned you as you glared at him slightly. "Going to tell Abbacchio to cut the shit so I can get a few more hours of much-needed sleep." You both had bags under your eyes as you had a staring contest for a few seconds.

"That's a bad idea."

"Does it look like I give a single fuck right now? I'm tired as shit and I don't have earplugs."

"(Y/n)-"

"I mean, who the hell blasts music at 6 in the fucking morning?! Actually, don't answer that."

"(Y/n)!" Fugo snapped at you, causing you to abruptly stop your ranting. He let out a long sigh and took a deep breath before continuing. "Don't bother Abbacchio when he gets like this, the last time I did, I ended up with a busted lip."

You stood there for a second before pinching the bridge of your nose as the music continued to shake the house. You mumbled something quietly before Fugo asked you to speak up, "Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I said, I don't care, I'm going to tell him to turn the music down! If he knocks me out then I'll finally get some sleep!" You snapped before brushing past him to go upstairs. He didn't try to stop you, knowing he would probably get yelled at.

You banged on the door and stood there, waiting for a response. Nothing... You opened the door and looked around the room before spotting Abbacchio laying down on his bed with a bottle of wine next to him.

"Abbacchio!" You yelled at the white-haired male. He jolted and sat up looking at you with a surprised expression before it quickly turned into a scowl. "Get out."

"No! Turn the music down, or I will! I'm tired as fuck, and I want to sleep!" He got out of bed and pushed you out of the room before slamming the door in your face and locking it.

"Fucking hypocrite." You stood there for a second before turning around and sitting down with your back against the door.

The loud music vibrating against your back as it rattled up your spine and into your eardrums. Sleep was no longer an option as your brain fully woke up and started functioning with the hopes that maybe it'll get the extra help it needs from coffee or some kind of sugar.

You sat there for a good three songs before you heard the door unlock and open, with you falling backward and into the room. You laid there and stared up at Abbacchio with a nonchalant expression.

"You going to turn the music down so everyone isn't dying from the lack of sleep?" He sighed and grabbed one of your arms and dragged you into the room before closing the door with his foot.

"You're a fucking pain, did you know that?" Abbacchio grumbled as he dropped your arm and walked over to his bed before retrieving something and coming back. You lazily looked at him as he held two bottles of wine in his hands.

"Get up, sit on the bed, and don't touch anything." You sighed and got up before plopping down on his bed as he turned the volume down a quarter of the way. Your ears had a huge wave of relief as they slightly rang from the deafening music earlier.

Abbacchio took a seat next to you as the bed dipped slightly from his weight. He held out a bottle of the crimson liquid and waited for you to take it, which you never did. "Take the bottle." He instructed, you laid there lazily and stared at the bottle. "I'm not getting drunk with you."

He sighed and took your hand before forcing the bottle into it. He took a swig from his own bottle without breaking eye contact. You finally caved and put the bottle to your lips before tilting your head back to take a sip.

The liquid tasted dry and bitter as it went down your throat. You swallowed it and opened your mouth with your tongue hanging out as you let a noise of disgust out. "Why is it so dry?!" Your nose scrunched up as you held the bottle away from you like it was poisonous. Even though that's what alcohol is.

Abbacchio snickered and took the bottle from you before popping the cork back in it and looking for a new bottle under his bed. He grabbed another one and popped the cork out before handing it to you. "You'll like this one." "I sure hope so." You replied sarcastically.

You took a sip and didn't gag this time around. It was less dry and bitter and tasted sweeter. "Do you like this bottle too?" Abbaccio hummed in agreement as he continued to sip on his wine and sway with the heavy music.

"It's alright to like your wine fruity... just like how you like your men..." Abbacchio choked on his drink and looked at you with a bewildered look. "It's alright, Abbacchio, we're all a little fruity." He took a deep breath and got ready to yell at you before stopping himself and grunting in annoyance.

"Shut up, kid." You blew a raspberry and took another sip from your bottle before lightly chuckling. "You know it's true~" You nudged his side a few times before getting flicked on your forehead. "Ow~!"

You rubbed your head and pouted as the song slowly faded out and got replaced with a new song.

You heard the slow opening gradually grow louder as the house slowly began to shake again. The song sounded familiar to you, but you couldn't put your finger on where you heard it from. Abbacchio seemed to know the song since he started to hum along to it as you continued to drink your bottle of wine.

The song sounded sad compared to the rest but you weren't paying attention to the lyrics since you were busy trying to figure out how to break the ice. It turned out Abbacchio beat you to the punch.

"I'm sorry..." You looked at him confused as he continued, "I'm sorry for being an asshole all the time, I just kinda wish I could express myself better." He frowned at his half-empty bottle before setting it down on his nightstand. His cheeks were lightly flushed pink from the alcohol doing its thing.

"I'm sorry too. I know I can be annoying sometimes but I just..." You trailed off and took a few big sips of wine before coughing from the dryness. You clicked your tongue and opted to stop drinking for a moment as the warmth from the wine flushed your cheeks slightly.

You weren't sure what to say as you and Abbacchio swayed with the music. Abbacchio grabbed your hand and gave it a slight squeeze before letting it go. "Go on, I won't judge." Abbacchio's gruff voice reached your ears, causing you to suck in a breath and talk.

"I don't know it's just recently..." You ran your hand over your face and pushed some stray hairs back as you continued. "I've been under so much pressure to hold myself and everything together, even though we could all die from me fucking up. If I just fuck up once I can get myself and someone else killed, y'know?"

You didn't realize you were crying until Abbacchio pulled you into a hug. He kept his hefty arms wrapped around you for a long time as you sobbed on his shoulder, while he whispered soft comforts to you.

It took you a minute to calm down as you choked out a few more sobs before settling down and sniffling quietly. Abbacchio ran his hand up and down your back slowly until he deemed it appropriate to let go and look at you.

You had snot and dry tears streaked down your face as you sniffled slightly and wiped your nose. He reached behind him and opened a drawer before pulling out a small pack of tissues and handing one to you, which you took gratefully.

You wiped your face a few times and blew into the tissue before looking around for what to do with it. Abbacchio seemed to be a step ahead with a plastic bag already filled with trash lying by his bed. You tossed your tissue in the bag and let out one last sniffle before muttering a quiet 'thank you' to Abbacchio.

You both sat there for a second before you decided to keep carrying the conversation. "She killed my dad, y'know? He was close to busting her and proving that she was running a sketchy business that was tied to many murders and attacks across the state... so she did the one thing to save her skin... she had him killed." You look at your bottle of wine for a second before picking it up to take a small sip.

"Your dad was a cop?" Abbacchio questioned, you hummed in response while nodding your head 'yes.'

He seemed taken aback as you continued. "He was a good man. If he saw me now, he would be disappointed." "You and me both." Abbacchio sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I used to be a cop... until my partner died because of me." You let out a small 'oh' and gave him a sympathetic look. He seemed lost in memories as the song slowly faded out and replaced itself with something slow and calm.

You awkwardly gave him a side hug before fully embracing him with your arms around his neck. You didn't realize he was crying too until he hugged you back and let out a small sob. "Don't cry too or I'm going to cry!" You whined as tears threatened to spill from your eyes again.

"Shut up and cry then," Abbacchio grumbled. That was all you needed to start crying too as you tightened your grip around him.

It felt like hours you and Abbacchio have been hugging each other and crying as different songs came on and off. You eventually both stopped crying and continued to hold each other, too scared to let go and lose the other.

You sucked in your teeth and slowly pulled away to look at Abbacchio's face. His eyes were red and puffy and had dried up tears staining his cheeks as he slowly breathed. You smiled gently at him and rubbed your eyes before letting out a short and small laugh.

Abbacchio frowned at you before you answered his silent question. "Sorry, it's just... if my future self told me I would be bonding with someone by crying... I would've called them crazy." Abbacchio huffed and shook his head before grabbing his wine bottle and chugging the rest of the warm liquid down.

You mimicked his actions and regretted it as you started coughing halfway through the bottle. Your throat felt dry as you grabbed it and continued to cough. had to come out and pat your back a few times before you stopped your coughing fit.

Abbacchio laughed as you sent him a soft glare and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Ah, screw off!" You hit his side playfully as he shook his head.

"You're something else, kid." You snorted and shook the half-empty wine bottle before deciding to take a break from the 'grape juice.'

You took a deep breath of the fruity smell in the air from the previous bottles of wine that were long empty before your stay. You could subtly pick out the hint of Abbacchio's own musk in the air before exhaling.

You let out a serene hum and took a sip from your wine bottle before handing it to Abbacchio, who took a sip before setting it down on the nightstand.

You sat there in silence and listened to the music play. Your cheeks flushed a dark color as the alcohol slowly did its thing and made your body warm and your mind loopy.

You eventually brightened the mood with a story as Abbacchio snorted at your tales of mischief. "I'm serious! I had to jump a fucking fence and hide in an abandoned house until the heat died down!" He shook his head and chuckled lightly before responding. "Who knew the guy would have a gun."

"Exactly! And this is why I get my friends to ring the bell instead of me." You laughed as Abbacchio shook his head and ruffled your hair.

You lost track of how much wine you have drunk since your long welcome stay in Abbacchio's room. You finished your story and now you were sitting on the foot of his bed with a bottle of empty wine in hand.

You hummed in thought before getting a horribly funny but bad idea. "Hey, Abbacchio~!" You purred as the goth looked at you in confusion.

Were you drunk? Yes.

Did that stop you from doing something that'll possibly regret when sober? No.

"Let's tell our darkest secrets that we're probably going to take to our graves!" You clasped your hands together and flashed him a wicked smile, causing him to scoff.

"Absolutely not."

"What? Why~!" You pouted as Abbacchio shook his head.

"Because you're going to blab that big mouth of yours to Giorno or Bucciarati." He stated. He wasn't wrong, but not if you shared a secret too.

"How about this, I'll share my secret at the same time you do!" Abbacchio thought about it for a second before agreeing to the terms.

"1~!"

You got the secret ready in your head as you continued to count down.

"2~!"

Abbacchio smiled at you. He wasn't going to say shit.

"3!"

You inhaled and told him one of your dark secrets.

"I accidentally ate turkey dick once." You were mortified when you realized Abbacchio said nothing as he slowly took a sip of wine with a smug look on his face.

"You bastard!" You kicked Abbacchio's leg causing him to jerk and spill wine on himself.

"Oop-" You covered your mouth as you looked at the spilled wine on his chest. You slowly looked up to see him glaring at you with a look that said 'you're fucking dead.'

You slowly moved back and fell off the bed before jumping up and moving back towards the door. "(Y/n)..."

"Y-Yes?" You stuttered out as Abbacchio looked down at his clothes and back up at you. The look he gave you climbed the ranks of things you fear and ended up being in the top 5. You gulped and reached behind you, without breaking eye contact, you tried to open the door slowly. It was locked.

"I'm going to. Fucking. Kill. You." You let out a high pitched scream and turned around to unlock the door and run.

You fiddled with the doorknob and tried to unlock it quickly. Your efforts were in vain because as soon as you opened the door, Abbacchio slammed it shut, causing you to let another scream. came out from your pulse skyrocketing from fear, and punched Abbacchio, causing the goth to go flying across the room and land not-so-safely on the bed.

You heard the loud slap of Abbacchio's arm hitting the headboard, followed along by him grunting in pain. You covered your mouth and you didn't know if you should laugh, apologize, or run.

You decided to pick none of the options and to slowly approach the foot of the bed quietly as Abbacchio laid there, unmoving. Was it a trap? Probably. Did you care? No, mostly because you sent him flying across the room in a panic.

You pushed half of your body on the bed and leaned across to poke him before retreating quickly. "Abbacchio...?" You poked him again before retreating a safe distance.

"Abbacchio? Abbacchio?!" You crawled on the bed and shook him slightly. No response.

"Oh my fuckin god, he fuckin dead!" You shook him a few more times before deciding to roll him on his back.

You looked at his closed eyes and resting bitch face as you slightly slapped his face a few times. Still no response.

You looked at the spilled wine on him and wiped it off before hesitantly laying your head against his chest to check for a pulse. "I'm too drunk for this..." You muttered before trying to listen for a pulse.

The music wasn't really helping, but you could feel a pulse against your cheek along with some faint breathing. You let out a sigh of relief before pulling your head up to look at Abbacchio, who was staring back at you with a slight glare.

You let out a surprised yelp and tried to scramble away only for him to grab your ankle and pull you back. "I'm sorry!" You yelled as Abbacchio grabbed you and hit the back of your head.

"You fucking idiot! You hit me and make me spill wine everywhere then punch me across the room!" Abbacchio scolded you as you repeatedly apologized.

He let out a huff and ruffled your hair slightly before letting you go so you could run off somewhere away from him. But you didn't, you sat there and looked at him with a goofy grin as you started busting out laughing. You kinda reminded him of a loyal dog. Always coming back no matter how many times he pushes you away.

He raised a brow confused, causing you to explain why you were laughing. "I got an amazing idea!" He immediately shook his head. "Whatever your idea is, no. Absolutely not."

You pouted slightly, even though your ideas were considered weird or crazy, sometimes a mix of the two. "Why~! It involves confusing Giorno!" Abbacchio perked up at the sound of the golden boy's name.

"What's the idea?"

"I thought you didn't want to participate in my idea?" You taunted.

"Shut up. What's the idea?" You snorted and motioned for him to lean towards you so he could hear the idea.

You called Giorno's name in a cheerful voice as the blonde poked his head out of his room in confusion. He looked at your slightly drunk form as you swayed in the hall with a smile that looked as sweet as honey.

"You called?" Giorno questioned as he approached your form.

You hummed and looked at the floor. "Giorno... I have something to confess..."

The boy tilted his head in confusion as you looked up at him, not making eye contact, and continued. "I accidentally spilled wine in Abbacchio's room and Abbacchio is going to kill me when he finds out."

Giorno sucked in a breath and looked at you with pity. "I do owe you for that one time you helped me clean my room..." He trailed off before continuing. "I'll help you."

"Thank you, Giorno!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked a kiss on his nose before pulling away and giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Oh, (Y/n) you didn't have to do that-" "No, no, no, I can't just give you nothing anything in return. Besides I was filming the whole time."

"What?" He turned around and looked at you with a phone in your hand and a goofy smile on your face. "What are you doing stepbro?!" The two yous immediately started laughing before you approached Giorno with the phone still recording.

Giorno was confused, embarrassed, and a little hurt that you would choose him to play a joke on. Abbacchio came out of his room and motioned for you to toss him his phone, which you gladly did before looking back at your double that was used to mess with Giorno.

"Hi me, looking good today!" Your double said cheerfully, not really looking in your direction completely.

"Not too shabby yourself!" You flung an arm around your double before Abbacchio stopped the replay. You frowned and poked the clock on your double's forehead before looking at Giorno with a smile.

Abbacchio snickered at the phone before pausing the video and turning it around for you to see Giorno's priceless expression. "Damn! We gotta get that printed out for Mista's scrapbook." You giggled before feeling your frozen double shift and grow in size.

You let out a low whistle at and slap his ass before commenting on his appearance. "Damn boi, he thicc!" Abbacchio shot you a warning glare before looking at Giorno.