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You and Mista had been living in the Passione gang’s hideout with the other members eversince Bruno had taken you two in. You both had been delinquents in the past but Bruno Bucciarati was you and Mista’s saving grace. Right now, Bruno was out on a mission with Abbacchio and Giorno, so you, Mista, Fugo and Narancia were the only people at the hideout. Narancia had the great idea of making edibles while the parental figures were gone on a mission. They had told them they would be gone all day so Narancia used that to his advantage. Mista and him had the tendency to sneak out during the night and go smoke somewhere in the beautiful city of Rome. You and Fugo weren’t too big on the whole weed thing, so you two just ended up taking care of the duo of chaos. Abbacchio, being an ex cop, of course was against drug usage as well as Bruno. Giorno disliked drugs too but kept a blind eye to the weed Narancia and Mista smoked if he ever saw it. He would intervene if it turned to any harder drugs, though.
You sat at the couch with Mista in the living room that was connected to the massive kitchen behind you two. Your hand was tangled in Mista’s hair while the other was playing with and feeding Sex Pistols. ”#3 I told you to knock it off! #5 What did I say about hitting?!” He growled at the bullets. You grinned and giggled, ”Looks like your little babies aren’t so well-behaved as you like to tell others.” you remarked, returning your gaze to the TV. Mista mumbled something under his breath and forced the bullets into his hat, ”Yeah, yeah. Whatever y/n. Acting like your Stand is a saint.” He said, smirking and snorting before getting up and walking into the kitchen. You scoffed and flipped him off before crossing your arms, ”I don’t act like my stand is a saint. I KNOW they’re a saint.” you said, grabbing a magazine from the magazine rack.
Mista disregarded what you had just said as a pan of freshly baked brownies caught his eye. How could he possibly ignore those? He looked to his right, then his left to check if the baker of these was around. No one was in the kitchen except him. He rubbed his hands together like he had the plan to rule the world before he attacked the brownies with his grimey hands. You were deep in thought as you read the magazine, soon enough realising that it was way too quiet. You set the magazine down and got up, making your way into the kitchen. You walked behind Mista and peeked above his shoulder, seeing that he had downed almost half of the pan of pot brownies. In the Passione household Bruno made brownies or noone made them. Well, in this case it was Narancia. And Narancia would never bake just to eat something. You took a deep breath before you cleared your throat, ”You should slow down.” You said, nervously biting your lip. Mista turned around and took another bite of a brownie slice, ”Oh! Don’t worry, I have high metabolism.” He said and patted his bare stomach. You had a look of worry on your face but Mista hadn’t caught on. ”Mista, those are edibles.” You remarked, pointing at the brownies. Mista scoffed and snickered, ”Duh, that’s why I’m eating them.” He said and put the last piece of the slice in his mouth. You groaned out of frustration and shook his shoulders, ”They are full of cannabis, you ate like half a fucking pan!”. You said and gave him a concerned look. Mista widened his eyes and looked at the pan and then back at you. ”Y/N WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?” He yelled and whined, freaking out a bit. You would have been lying if you had said you weren’t enjoying this, but you still knew you had to take care of your boyfriend. You sat Mista down on a bar stool and held up 4 fingers in front of his face, ”How many fingers?” You asked. Mista scoffed and crossed his arms, ”I’m not brain dead, y/n! There’s 4!” He said and leaned back against the counter.
It’s not like he’s never had edibles before, but he had no idea how strong these were and what kind of weed was put into them. Narancia and he usually made edibles once or twice every 6 months when the mom and dad left somewhere far on a mission. Narancia was dumb to leave them out like this on display, knowing how big of a sweet ass Mista was. You ran your hand through his hair and patted his knee, ”I’ll take care of you. Just tell me when the effects start kicking in so we can get you comfortable.” You said and kissed his cheek. Mista blushed and smiled, kissing you on the lips, ”You’re a savior, cara/caro.” He said and held your hand.
edit; NOT ME REALISING THE USE OF 4 UNINTENTIONALLY IM SO SORRY MISTA HDSGIJÖSDOIFGIDSG