"Fuck! Ow! Will, you quit it already?!" You slapped Narancia's hands away and you rubbed your bandaged sides in pain.

You were lounging across the couch in a cropped tank top and a pair of shorts as the older boy poked your sides. Your ribs were still in the process of healing, and they hurt like a bitch!

Stand users were known for quickly healing, and you've been happy to hear that broken ribs, which would usually take weeks to heal, would only heal in about a few days with enough rest and care. Giorno and Fugo would check up on you, and one of them would help you change your bandages.

You were being babied by Narancia and Mista- well mostly Mista, but since they couldn't prevent you from getting extremely injured on their last mission, Bucciarati forced them to be your caretakers until you're back in tip-top shape.

You really wanted to marry Bucciarati right then and there. He didn't understand the power he has given you. Or maybe he did and was just punishing the two.

"Ow! Mista~! My shoulders are stiff can you loosen them up for me?" You batted your eyelashes at the gunslinger across the room as he talked to Giorno before stopping and looking up at you. "But I just got you a glass of water a few minutes ago! get Narancia to do it." You pouted slightly before looking back at the boy.

"Mista~! Massage (Y/n)'s shoulders! I just fluffed her pillows a few minutes ago after you returned with water!" Narancia yelled at the male, causing him to stop talking to Giorno again and starting an argument with the younger boy.

You sat there and chuckled as you watched your newfound source of entertainment. You were really living the high life.

"Why do I feel like you're milking every second of this whole injury ordeal?" Abbacchio grumbled as he walked by the couch and flicked your side.

You let out a loud yelp and pouted as you rubbed your side. "You try fracturing bones and breaking ribs while continuing to fight multiple people! I don't think you realize how painful it is." He rolled his eyes at your statement and walked off.

"Fucking bitch... flicking my mending ribs while I'm off pain medication. He should try breaking his bones and seeing how he likes it." You grumbled to yourself as Narancia and Mista continued to bicker, causing Giorno to eventually walk out of the room with a migraine.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO MASSAGE MY SHOULDERS; IT WAS A JOKE!" It wasn't really a joke, you actually did want a little shoulder massage.

Mista and Narancia stopped yelling and looked back at you. "Wait, really? Ok..." Mista walked off without another word and left you with Narancia.

"I sometimes wonder how everyone put up with the two of you before I joined..." You mumbled to yourself as you lazily watched tv.

Narancia settled himself on the couch and let you lay your legs out across his lap.

You both didn't say a word to each other as you scrolled through channels and tried to find something fun to watch.

You eventually settled on the news and tuned out most of the things the reporter was saying, until the word 'Carnival' popped up. Narancia seemed to perk up at the sound of the word too as you refocused your attention back onto the tv.

"Carnival? Are they talking about those portable theme parks? Italy has carnivals?" Narancia ignored your questions and sat up. "I forgot about the carnival! Fugo! Fugo! Fugo!" He got up and ran upstairs, leaving you on the couch to try and figure out what he meant.

"I should've paid attention in world history..."You sighed and laid back down. "Bitches left my injured ass on the couch..." You continued to grumble to yourself until Trish wandered into the room.

"Trish~! Everyone left me~!" You whined and reached out to her for comfort.

She gladly walked over to the couch and sat down next to you. "Why did they leave you?" She rubbed your back gently as you pouted. "Mista wanted an excuse to leave, Giorno got a headache from Narancia and Mista arguing, Abbacchio was only in here for a second, and Narancia seemed to be excited about a 'carnival'."

Trish lit up at the word and seemed excited. "It's already that time?! I haven't even gotten anything fancy to wear!" She practically screeched before leaving you too.

They were all traitors to you at this point.

You let out a frustrated huff and sat up before wincing and laying back down. You scowled at the wall before sucking in a quick breath. "Stop being a baby..." You let out another huff and didn't give yourself enough time to register the pain as you quickly sat up and got off the couch.

"If no one will tell me what's going on, then I'll get answers myself." You hobbled down the hall to your room.

You stumbled over to your bed and sat down before searching for your flip phone on your nightstand. After sifting through some trash and looking for the cord that it was hooked to, you finally found the small device.

Funky: Wtf is the carnival and why is everyone excited

Thing 2: Carnival? Are you talking about the festival?

Thing 1: What else would she be talking about Squalo?

Thing 2: Clown carnivals

Funky: You mean the circus? The place that you most likely recruited Cioccolata from?

Thing 1: Yes

Thing 2: Definitely

Funky: Good to know! I'm going to go pester my team to take me now. You two can go fuck or something now. (I can practically feel the sexual tension through the phone...)

Thing 2: You don't have to tell me twice ;)

Thing 1: Less texting and more moving. I'm sitting across from you.

Thing 2: Oh, I forgot

Funky: Keep it in your pants and leave the chat if you're gonna fuck over text message!

You scrunched your nose up at the phone from Squalo sending a photo of him and Tiziano laying in bed- you immediately closed your phone groaned. "I'm never getting that image out of my head..." You shook your head a few times before tossing the device back on the messy nightstand.

You moved out of your room with a lot less pain and walked down the hall to see everyone chatting in the living room. "Y'all mother fu-" Bucciarati gave you a disapproving glare. "fudgers now come back into the living room when I'm gone?!" Mista nodded his head.

"Yup, you were starting to annoy me and Narancia with requests." You pouted slightly before taking a seat at the dinner table.

"Well, can I make one more request?" Mista let out a long sigh and rubbed his chin in thought.

"Fine, but this is the last request!" He warned you before motioning for you to speak your request.

"Take me to the carnival today." A few of them looked stunned at your request while others showed an indifferent expression.

"Weren't you complaining earlier about being injured?" Abbacchio questioned as you laughed nervously.

"I may or may not have been enjoying the pampering a little too much... Besides, I'm not that hurt anymore." Narancia tested that theory by walking over to you and flicking your side. You flinched slightly and swallowed all noises threatening to spill out of your mouth.

"Perfectly fine." You spoke between gritted teeth as you forced a smile on your lips; you were going to definitely take something for the pain before you left.

"Alright, if you say you're alright, then we'll take you," Bucciarati spoke, causing you to grin and jump a little too fast. You almost winced, but your smile never faltered.

"Hell yeah! I get to do something today other than laying around!" Narancia and Trish cheered before they both ran off in separate directions to go get ready. The rest of the team slowly dissipated to go get ready in their own rooms.

You made your way to the bathroom and rummaged around in the cabinets before finding some pain reliever. You took a pill before putting the bottle back and heading to your room to get ready.

You kicked your door closed and made your way over to your dresser before sliding your drawers open and closed in search of something to wear.

"Do I not own anything fancy mixed with causal?" You rummaged through your clothes before finding a pair of white bell-bottoms.

"Holy shit..." You pulled the pants out and looked at them. You completely forgot you bought these pants. You just happened to go on a shopping spree with Trish at the mall and you were throwing random clothes in the cart.

"I better have a flowy shirt." You threw the pants behind you and onto your bed before you started to rummage through your drawers again.

After a few minutes of rummaging, you ended up deciding on a black flowy crop top. It was long enough for you to tuck the shirt in, but its sleeves didn't cover your shoulders and instead draped down the sides of your arms. It was a bit flowy from the ruffles that went around the shoulders and chest to your back.

"Perfect..."

You assembled your outfit and made sure your bandages weren't peaking from your top as you adjusted the shirt to make sure it was secured over your chest.

You quickly slipped on some black boots that had heels in the back to give you a taller look. You adjusted your pants before glancing in the mirror and fixing your hair slightly.

You looked amazing. Actually, that was an understatement. You looked better than amazing. You couldn't figure out a good word for it, though.

You walked out of your room fumbling with your phone as you struggled to put it in your pocket. You ended up giving up and shoving it into your strapless bra.

A few people were already in the living room and talking when you walked in. Abbacchio was wearing a button-up black shirt and jeans; Narancia was wearing an orange sweater with a white collared shirt under it. It was topped off with a pair of stonewashed jeans and sneakers; Fugo was dressed much like Narancia, except his was a soft green sweater vest with his usual tie tucked into the vest. It was finished off with some navy slacks and dress shoes; Giorno was wearing a light pink button-up with a few buttons undone with a pair of white dress pants.

"Hot damn y'all look good." You joked as you entered the living room and took a seat on the couch next to Narancia.

"We look good? You look stunning compared to us." Giorno commented as he flipped through a magazine on the table. 'Stunning' was the word you were looking for... You saw him glance up at you with a faint smile before he continued to scan the piece of literature. Abbacchio scoffed at the golden blonde before heading to the kitchen.

"Oi! No one was going to tell me that we're dressing nice?!" Mista walked into the room with a navy beanie and a matching jean jacket unbuttoned. He had a grey shirt on and a pair of tan pants on with some tennis shoes.

"Well, you don't look like a fashion disaster, so I see this as a win." You joked, causing Mista to scoff and take a seat next to you.

"I don't look like a fashion disaster... it's called being creative." You snorted and shook your head. "Creative? Maybe creative as a child." Narancia started laughing, causing him to get smacked by Mista.

"Has anyone seen my lipgloss?" Trish wandered into the room with a pair of silver heels in her hands and a short fluffy white strapless dress with a silver ribbon wrapped around her torso. She had a pair of silver hoop earrings that complemented her dress and shoes.

"Did you check the bathroom? Sometimes you leave your makeup in there." Trish hummed for a second before shaking her head. "No. I'll go check." She wandered out of the room just in time for Bucciarati to make his way down the stairs.

He was wearing a white button-up shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned to show his chest off. He was wearing a simple pair of black dress pants and shoes. The only flashy thing about him was that he was still wearing his golden hairpins.

You let out a low whistle and realized you were matching. "Hey... we match!" You pointed to your black and white outfit then motion to his.

Trish walked back into the room with a light pink lipgloss on her lips with a small handheld white bag.

"Is everyone ready? Where's Abbacchio?" Fugo motioned to the kitchen behind him as he continued to lean against the wall behind Giorno. "He went into the kitchen a few minutes ago."

Bucciarati walked over to the kitchen and returned a few moments later with a scowling Abbacchio.

"Let's go."

The ride to Venice was long and it was dusk by the time Bucciarati could find a parking spot. It was pretty far from the main attraction, but everyone was fine with walking for a bit.

Until they weren't fine...

You were carrying Trish on your back and you were dying in your heeled boots as Narancia complained about the walking. The wonders of pain relief medicine were one of the many wonders of the world to you. You'd obviously be dying about now if it weren't for taking something strong.

"Are we there yet? How much farther do we have to walk?!" Narancia whined, causing Fugo to strike the back of his head in annoyance. "Will you shut up! You'll know if we're close." Fugo picked his pace up so he could get away from the boy before he could start a fight with him.

"Is Trish too heavy? I can carry her if you want." Mista offered, causing Trish to scrunch her nose up. "No way! You smell, and I don't want your stench rubbing off on me. Besides, (Y/n) smells a lot better." Mista gasped and sniffed his armpit before frowning. "I don't smell anything..."

You chuckled and adjusted your grip on Trish's thighs before looking at Mista. "I don't think you even know what a shower is, Mista." The gunslinger continued to pout before walking further ahead to bug Giorno about something.

"I will walk five hundred miles~! And I will walk five hundred more~" You start singing as Trish giggled.

Your stand took this as the perfect opportunity to come out and get a song going while you walked.

"When I wake up... well, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you~!" You looked up at Trish and winked, causing her to laugh louder with a blush on her cheeks.

You continued to sing, causing your teammates to turn around and give you a confused look. "If I get drunk! Well, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you~!"

"And if I haver-" Mista started from ahead as he slowed his pace to match yours. "yeah I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who's haverin' to you~!" You finished as you and Mista grinned at each other.

"BUT I WILL WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES!" You started as stopped to let Mista finish for you. "AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE!"

Narancia jumped into the song as the three of you started to sing. "JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOUSAND MILES- TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR!"

"When I'm workin'-" You started. "yes, I know I'm gonna be- gonna be the man who's workin' hard for you~!"Mista and Narancia finished.

This was the perfect time for Bucciarati to turn on his heel and flip his phone out to start recording the little show the three of you were putting on as Trish laughed.

"WHEN I COME HOME~!" You started as Mista and Narancia echoed you. "Oh I know I'm gonna be- gonna be the man who comes back to you~!" Fugo slowed his pace to match the four of you as you adjusted your grip on Trish.

"And if I grow old~!" Fugo started, causing you and Mista to cheer while Narancia laughed with Trish. "Well, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who's growin' old with you~!"

Now Trish joined in on the main chorus as five of you started your shitty singing. "BUT I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES! AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE!" You motioned to Giorno with your head to come and join the little singing group you formed.

He sighed and slowed his pace to match yours. "JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOUSAND MILES- TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR!" Bucciarati was trying not to laugh at your antics as Abbacchio glared at Giorno, who was walking awfully close to you.

Narancia and Mista were singing the post-chorus as you caught your breath for a moment and adjusted Trish again.

"I think Abbacchio is giving you the stink eye." You whispered to Giorno and motioned to the goth with your head. The golden blonde snorted before he laughed. "When does he not hate me?" You shrugged and laughed.

"When I'm lonely..." Abbacchio started as he slowed down and bummed Giorno away from you. "Well, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you~!" You finished for the goth with a small smile.

"And when I'm dreamin'..." Giorno started and moved the goth away from you, so he had your full attention. "well, I know I'm gonna dream- I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you~!" You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows slightly with a smile.

"When I go out..." Trish started on your back, causing everyone to whistle and cheer at the sound of her voice as you echoed her. "well, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you~!"

"And when I come home..." You started as Bucciarati continued to record everyone that echoed you. "yes, I know I'm gonna be- I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you~!"

Everyone stared at Bucciarati expectingly to finish the last verse. "I'm gonna be the man who's comin' home... with you..." He finished, causing a few people to cheer while others smirked.

"BUT I WILL WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES!" Everyone was singing at this point while Bucciarati kept the camera rolling. "AND I WILL WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE!"

"JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOUSAND MILES- TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR!" You were all singing, causing everyone to get weird looks as you sang and laughed. You looked like a pack of drunks.

You were all singing the post-chorus and cheering each other on as you continued to walk to your destination.

"AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES!" You started as everyone cheered. "AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MORE!" They sang back as you laughed.

"JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKED A THOUSAND MILES- TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR~!" You all finished together before breaking out into laughter.

"That was great!" You started as everyone continued to laugh and smile. "We should definitely do that again sometime!" Everyone agreed, even Abbacchio.

You didn't realize it, but you have already arrived at your destination as some people in giant victorian dresses and masks walked past your group.

"Yay! We're here!" Narancia cheered as you laughed and sat Trish down.

Bucciarati flipped his phone closed and gathered everyone around, so he could discuss the rules.

"We need a designated driver and buddy system to be set up. Who wants to drive everyone home?" Fugo raised his hand, causing everyone to pat Fugo on the back and thank him.

"Alright, Fugo will be our designated driver. Make sure to meet back here at 10 and don't be late or you'll be cleaning the bathrooms for a week." Everyone nodded their head in understanding before you all broke off to grab a buddy.

You ended up picking Fugo as your buddy since he was the most responsible and you needed someone to watch your ass in case you got drunk.