#abbacchio x gender neutral reader

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mer-may #1

what type of mermaid are they? what type of water do they prefer? (risotto, abbacchio, giorno, narancia) 

risotto resides in the mariana trench. he appreciates the weird looking creatures down there and feels like he belongs in the darkness. risotto has glowing accents on his tail and underneath his eyes in a rounded highlight on his cheek bones and along his eyes. he’s like a night light in the way he can conceal himself using his stand which often disturbs the wildlife so he won’t do it unless there’s observation happening and he doesn’t want anyone knowing he exists. risotto lives surprisingly peacefully. he will sometimes rise to the ocean basin to observe the jellyfish and lively crabs skittering across the rocks. risotto enjoys the peace and the unusual sights of the trench, but it’s when he swims a bit higher he sees how delicate the ocean can be (as most fish in the trench are rough looking creatures, which is a big reason why he adjusted himself to live deeper. he likes to be unbothered and also he thinks he’s really gnarly looking ): 

abbacchio drifts a great deal, but he spends the most of his time in the arabian sea. one he can mess with a lot of vacationers because of the proximity to the land and islands, but there’s also a massive dead zone. abbacchio decided to stay so long in the arabian sea because he came across these harsh conditions. he found this area void of life and he found... beauty in it. he’s had a hard life and he’s made many mistakes, but he’s not entirely stripped of empathy. he likes the arabian sea because of the reminder the dead zone gives him in how life is so easily taken away, as in the same body of water other animals thrive. at first he hated the blaring reminder of how fragile life truly is but the closeness of enduring wildlife softened that. he hated originally how hot the sea is but grew to enjoy scaring annoying tourists by just existing (he also uses moody blues to play audio since they can’t see him, but in the midst it’s scary as heck) 

giorno is having so much fun in the great barrier reef. it’s like he’s gone to heaven. all these varying animals, expressive plants, and vibrant coral fascinate him to no end. he does a fair bit of drifting but he always comes back to the reef. to check in to see if he can help out at all with his quirk and he’s making it his new mission to help restore the reef because he hates how terrible pollution and climate change has gotten. all the animals actively love to see him, even the most dangerous of them. giorno is especially fond of dugongs and it breaks his heart that they’re going extinct. he’s very sneaky in the way he’ll prevent and get back at people who harm the reef or any other biome he’s residing at the time of their misdeed. creates the scariest animals in the reef - sometimes just making things that don’t belong there (but he’ll revert it immediately after in order to not impact the native species) to really freak whoever hurt the ecosystem into fleeing as fast as they possibly can. giorno loves to witness the growth of the coral population and diminishing fish species coming back with his support. feels important for helping and is happy to do so. (when he sees more dugongs he’s like !! dude is leaping with joy) 

narancia is so from the caribbean. he fits in so well with the energy of the water, the creatures inhabiting the space, and he’s very curious about visitors! like abbacchio he messes with people who explore the water but he isn’t sinister. narancia is just interested in human affairs and can be reckless in his intrigue. he has a lot of fun exploring the area and looking at the colorful creatures that live in the same space as him. his tail is as vibrantly colored as the fish swimming around and he gets along with all the wildlife swimmingly very well. narancia enjoys when the area is warm, but he’ll travel to the gulf whenever it gets too chilly. is open to exploring but is nervous about venturing too far from what he’s used to. loves the fun shells he finds along the sea bed. also plays with crabs and fish, but isn’t disrespectful of them (he doesn’t fling them around like a child or anything, if they are uncomfortable he will stop since he respects them and realizes he wouldn’t want to be prodded himself so he shouldn’t just touch everything compelling he sees) 

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Lil Team Bucci Blurb (NSFW)

Kit here! Sorry I've been gone for months on end! A lot has happened since I last posted and I've finally found the encouragement to whip up this little thing real quick. Its not much but I gotta do something to get back into the flow of writing again!

Warnings: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), gender neutral reader (no pronouns used), all characters are 18+, not proofread nor checked for mistakes

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Bruno who lets out rumbling purrs of your name as he makes sure to work himself inside of you slowly and deeply, his normally bright blues are clouded and darkened as his entire being is fueled by arousal as he folds you into a mating press and sinks himself all the way

Leone who offers nothing but groans and rumbles against your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist tighten and pull you to meet his thrusts, forcing his cock in all the way, little nips to your sweet spot and his hot breath pull mini whimpers as your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter

Mista who holds your hips as your own hands find balance on his chest while he avidly thrusts into you from below, never faltering in his pace, his naturally dark eyes are swirling with lust as he licks his lips and hisses through clenched teeth as a broken groan cracks from his mouth

Narancia who's worked himself up beyond belief as he takes you from above, his normally bright purple are darkened and swirling with adoration and lust, he holds you close, moaning your name over and over as he brings you both closer and closer, stealing kisses from your lips

Fugo who's intense lovemaking is leaving you both covered in a sheen of sweat and out of breath, but he pushes through, determined to send you off the rails once more as he leaves bruises along your body, letting out a groan over your parted lips as your nails rake down his back

Giorno who is dedicated to your pleasure moreso than his own, letting you do as you please as he sinks further into the silk sheets, watching and holding you up as he encourages you on with sweet words while you begin to fall apart, letting groans and moans flow freely from his mouth as he tilts his head back into the pillows

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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What Lip Stick They Buy You 💄💋

Bucci Gang x Reader Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

He picks out cutesy ones for you because he thinks the gloss will look nice.

He saw it online, The Crème Shop x Hello Kitty Kawaii Kiss Moisturizing Lip Oil - Vanilla Mint Flavored. He didn't care about the flavor. He cared more about the appearance and color

He would choose various cutsey lip glosses and the kind that are flavored hence why he got you dippin dots lip balms or Jolly Ranchers but expect different flavors he thought would taste best

His favorite would be fruit flavored glosses on you. Various would be given to you but he'd get a better brand

"Oh tesoro/tesorina! You're wearing the lip gloss I bought you!"

"Please can I have a kiss? You look so sexy/beautiful and kissable!"

"Only one kiss? You're wearing the tangerine lipgloss!"

"No fair! I wanted to try it from your lips."

Fugo Pannacotta

He loves the pink strawberry lip products on you! They make you look ever so kissable and he can't resist your lips

He buys you “Strawberry Kisses lip scrub” from Fourth Ray Beauty

Glosses are a must too he wants to pick the cutest ones for you

Yes all of them would be strawberry flavored or themed

He'd pick out pink strawberry themed lip sticks as well

He's so happy seeing you put them to use. He'll smile so much

Politely asking for kisses like the shy gentlemen he is

He would also get you a balm too if requested or if he see's a good one

He'll bite his lip hoping he could kiss you. The sweetie wants all your kisses when he see's you put it to use. He can't help it

He's shy about PDA so he'll ask you privately

"Mio prezioso/preziosa, I need to kiss you.."

"You're so cute. I smell strawberry. You used the lipstick I got you. It looks great on you, as expected."

"Bella/Bello please kiss me.."

"You're simply irresistibile."

Guido Mista

He's getting you lip products he think would make you more kissable. He can't wait to use a pick up line on you to earn a kiss

Mista buys you watermelon sugar lip gloss. It’s called, “this is juice gloss” by NYX

Much like Narancia he's getting you flavored lip products but I feel like he'd get the soda flavors. He'd totally get them to make some sort of cheesy pick up line. The fruity and coke flavors would be his go to but if you prefer other soda flavors he’d pick them out too.

Mista loves lipstick on his partner too. He thinks it looks so pretty attractive. He might buy you some in red since he thinks its sexy. He'd make sure its a good brand

If you don't like red lip he's fine with other colors but of course he'll like them natural too. He's still wanting your kisses constantly

Too bad he doesn't realize lipstick don't taste good but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make

He would like different colored lipglosses too. I can see him picking purples and pinks

He's going to be begging for kisses when you wear lip glosses since they draw so much attention

"Looking good handsome/gorgeous. Where's my kiss?"

"Is that red lipstick I see? Gimme kisses!"

"You look so sexy. I'm going to need some kisses. I hope I earned them."

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno likes pink lipsticks and he'd love seeing various shades on you too!

He buys you lipstick from Sephora for you. He likes their products because they carry good quality expensive brands.

The Rose lip scrub is his favorite on you

Hot pinks are also a favorite choice of his

He’d be sure to pick out a shade that would compliment your complexion

Dior would be another brand he would love to buy for you

Lip glosses would be the other type of lip wear he’d pick out for you. Pinks and purples. The glosses would look so cute on you

"Bello/Bella I'm happy to see you wear the lip gloss I've given you."

"Scusi but you're looking so divine today. I must kiss you, cara/caro."

"You're wearing the pink lipstick I bought you, aren't you stella (star)?"

"Carino/Carino are you only giving me one kiss?"

Bruno Bucciarati

He likes the red lipsticks for you! Any shade is fine with him.

He’d pick out a good brand like Dior or maybe Sephora

Other shades I can see him choosing would be browns or orange colors

Bright colors would compliment your eyes but he thinks brown shades look sexy too

He’d be delighted to see you wear the colors he bought you. Anything to make you happy

He isn’t opposed to other types of lip wear I feel like Bruno doesn’t know them too well

“I see you’re wearing the red lipstick I got you. You look very breathtaking~”

“I never get tired of your lip prints. They make my day, amore mio.”

“So beautiful.. I know I’ve already kissed your hand. Would you be opposed to a kiss?”

Leone Abbacchio

He’s the perfect one to pick out lipsticks for you. He knows makeup very well and enjoys picking them out for you too. Maybe he could do your makeup too if you like?

Of course he’d want to twin with you by getting you purple lipsticks. He’d get various shades so you can experiment with a color you’d enjoy most

He’d also like blacks and dark greens on you. Red is also a pleasing sight to see as well. Getting brands off of shelves while he’s shopping for himself but it’s most likely he’s shopping for you

He’d love to pick out lipsticks with coffin packaging

He’d get some Nightmare Before Christmas lipsticks as well. He enjoys their shades of lipsticks and would also enjoy the look of the design

He isn’t opposed to other colors. These would be his favorites he’d like to see on you.

He always has a smug look on his face at night when he sees your lip prints on him before washing it off his face or other body parts

If he had to pick his favorite it would be black. He secretly thinks it’s sexy

“The black lipstick really suits you.. better seat you on my lap before you run off.”

“Where’s my kiss, my dark empress/emperor?”

“Need to kiss you, my sexy vampire.”

"Getting lip prints on me whore?"

[strawberrysurecake]

Hey! I love your bucci gang tsundere headcanons! If you have time, how would the gang react if their crush was being flirted with by another member of the team or an outsider? Who would be subtle about their jealousy? Who would react in anger? Would anyone confess right then?

Thanks for the ask, anon! As always, I couldn't help myself and went a little overboard again. I thought it'd be more fun if I made up some specific scenarios for each.

If you'd like, you can view these headcanons as a continuation or alternate universe to these headcanons. It really depends how deep you want the tsundere lore to go.

Also, I seem to be writing Trish as more of a himedere than a tsundere. Whoops?

Jealous Tsundere Bucci Gang + Trish Headcanons

I had to be careful to not let them stray into yandere territory. I don't think we mortals are ready for tsundere-yanderes.

Giorno

He can very well see how Passione's newest recruit has taken a liking to you

Bolder than the average soldato, this newbie has the audacity to flirt with you, his commanding capo, in front of him, Don Giorno Giovanna

He looks on with contempt as your soldato's lips brush against your knuckles before bidding you farewell

Once his freshly-dubbed rival in love leaves his sight, he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the passenger seat of his luxury Maserati

"I hope you don't mind a change of plans. There's a place I'd like to take you to that serves excellent soufflé. My treat."

It's a bit much to have brunch at an uptown 5-star restaurant but he desperately needs to show how capable and powerful he is as not only the boss of Passione but as a man, also

He's not jealous; he just needs to show who's in charge, is all...

Bucciarati

A fellow gangster from the tax collection team has been spending too much quality time with you

Passione's squads rarely intermingled beyond business but after a brief job involving you as an escort for the tax collection team, you have become inseparable from that wretched gangster ever since

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

It doesn't bother him

He hears your cute laughter over a stupid joke the tax gangster made

It does bother him

"I believe you've overstayed your welcome with the escort team. Shall I escort you back to where you belong?"

His jealousy is so obvious that it becomes easy material for you to tease him about for weeks to come

"I wasn't jealous!"

Mista

He has been feeling suspiciously energised, lately

On top of that, the Pistols have been eerily quiet

It's only when he checks his empty revolver during afternoon tea does he understand the horror of what's going on

The unsettling feeling in his stomach leads him across the hideout and to your door where he can faintly catch the whines of Number 3 and 5 and the crinkling of foil

When you allow him entry to your room, he is mortified to catch his Stand snuggling up to you with a bag of corn chips

You insinuate that he's jealous of his own Stand but that would be ridiculous

"Me? Jealous of my own Stand!? No! Never!"

Maybe he was being too obvious with his reaction as you've jokingly offered to hand-feed him snacks

The entire situation exasperates him

"Fine. You can feed the Pistols but don't complain when they bug you for more food later on, yeah?"

Narancia

Though it might not seem like it at times, he genuinely looks up to and respects his teammates as friends, comrades and family

However, there's this sudden urge to go ballistic whenever he sees his teammates get a little too touchy-feely with you

It grates on his nerves whenever Fugo leads you to your car seat with his hand nestled on your shoulder

It's not just Fugo who gets touchy but also Mista and even Giorno, too

He swears they're trying to fuck with him

As soon as Giorno is about to lay his palm over your hand, he swoops in like a hawk and pulls you someplace quiet and far away from the team

There is no platonic explanation for his actions so he stumbles over his words while coming up with an excuse

Confessing would be so much more simpler but he can't bring himself to do it today

"I-I just w-wanted to give you something..."

He gifts you his switchblade then runs off before you can catch his reddened expression

Abbacchio

Of all the men he thought could make him jealous, he never thought it would be a local nobody you met in a library once

There is nothing extraordinary about this man; he works a stable 9-5 job in a boring office complex and he looks utterly unremarkable

Despite that, he can't help but envy the man

If he stayed an uncorrupted police officer, would he be the one by your side, making you laugh and laughing wholeheartedly alongside you?

He wants to shut out this developing relationship you have out of his mind but it persists to haunt him

He doesn't know what your relationship with that man is but he does know he wants to take you out for dinner sometime to prove himself

His invitation over the phone has no mention of it being a date but he intends to make it feel like one

Over dinner, he realises you laugh and smile a lot more around him than with that other man

He might not be what you deserve but being with you does make him smile and laugh more often too

Fugo

He's trying very hard not to let jealousy overwhelm him

He can't help the furious death glare that burns holes into your flirty companion's skull

The nearest utensil is on the verge of shattering within his grasp

Everyone within a 10-15 metre radius has moved away for self-preservation purposes

He can only see red, feel red and be red

Luckily for him, your companion has left

Being so unimaginably enraged that it strikes the fear of God into his rivals apparently has its perks

Trish

There are five stages of jealousy

Stage 1 is denial: those chicks who ran up to you only want to know where the nearest station is and nothing more

Stage 2 is bargaining: even if those girls want more than directions from you, you'd surely prefer her company over their company

Stage 3 is anger: five minutes to ask for directions is more than enough time to locate a station and she is going to put an end to it—with force if she has to

Stage 4 is depression: after telling those girls off, it's apparent that you might have enjoyed the attention they gave you more than hers

Stage 4.5 is tsun: if you're really sorry for making her wait for five minutes, you'll treat her to a manicure

Stage 5 is dere: its not the service of you giving her free a manicure that she treasures but the extra time she can spend with you while you hold her hand in hers—something those girls won't get to experience

[moodybluezzz]

First Responder - Leone Abbacchio x Reader

[Content: fluff/mildly NSFW, a bit angsty, descriptions of injury & fainting, gender neutral Y/N]

[Word count: 1.3k]

Cool air whips past your face as you race through the streets of Italy, giving chase to a man a few yards ahead. He glances over his shoulder occasionally as his feet slam against the rocky path below.

Bucciarati had tasked you, along with Abbacchio and Giorno, with tracking down yet another rogue mafioso bent on taking down your team. “From what we've seen, this man doesn't appear to possess Stand abilities of any kind and he seems to be working alone. You three should have no difficulty taking him down.” Abbacchio was quiet, his eyes closed in thought. He's usually agreed with Bruno by now. Maybe he's not too happy about working with Giorno.

“Something tells me we should keep Y/N out of this one.” Abbacchio opened his eyes with a troubled look. “I can't explain it but… I have a bad feeling about this guy.” His words surprised you, but as much as you hated to argue with Abbacchio, you couldn't just sit it out. It couldn't hurt to try and prove yourself to him just this once.

The man dashes between the stone buildings ahead of you, trying to lose you in the maze of the city streets. You hold your chase firmly, waiting for the right moment to unleash your stand on him. Short range but strong. Abbacchio and Giorno are in pursuit close by - you had planned to split up and close in on the man from adjoining streets. He suddenly stops evading around the corners, running straight ahead of you instead.

I'm gaining on him! Now’s my chance!

Just before you can release your stand, a sharp pain strikes your stomach. You gasp and fall to the ground, rolling along the stone and gripping your torso, now dripping with blood. The man sprints out of your sight with a laugh.

Shit, what happened!? He was right there! You glance around frantically and spot a figure peeking out from between two buildings. He quickly darts back into the shadows. His path was calculated! We're not just chasing one guy, his partner was waiting to ambush us!

You push against the ground, trying desperately to lift yourself up and yell to warn the others. The pain pulls you back down before you can make a sound.

"Y/N!"

Abbacchio turns into the alley and rushes to you, standing over you in a cautious stance. "Damn it Y/N, what happened!? Our guy was right there-” Abbacchio cuts himself off as he notices your injury. “Oh, shit.” Without hesitation he drops to his knees beside you. You clench your teeth as he lifts your shirt with a serious expression, exposing the massive slice to the open air.

"GIORNO! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!" Abbacchio yells over his back. He turns back to you and shrugs his overcoat off, balling it up and holding it down against the wound. You can't help but be taken aback by the sudden gesture. And you also can't help but let your gaze get lost in Abbacchio's bare body, looming over yours. He notices your stare and locks eyes with you, and you shoot your focus back down to your abdomen. “I've got you. Just… Tell me what happened.”

"T-There's a second guy,” you mutter. “He attacked me from the alley and got away. I think we were set up.”

"Fuck… I knew this guy would be more trouble than he seemed!" Abbacchio hisses. “And as for his cronies, this cut’s way too big to have come from any old dagger. Looks like we have some Stand Users on our hands.” Abbacchio increases the pressure on your injury, his gold-lavender eyes watching your face carefully for any sign that he's worsening your pain.

"Y/N, it's gonna be okay. Giorno should be here any second…" The uncertainty in his voice is unsettling. You hadn't noticed before but his hands are trembling ever-so-slightly.

"I'm scared, Abba…" You admit in a whisper between jagged breaths. The lightheadedness starts to creep in, not helping your panic.

Abbacchio speaks in a tone you've never heard before. Reassuring, full of care. "I… I know. Just hold on a little longer, mio caro…” The sweet words send warmth through your body, and you can't help but relax in his hold.

"Abbacchio…” You trail off as your vision starts growing blurry. You close your eyes. “Please keep talking to me like that…"

Abbacchio is silent for a moment. He gazes down at your pained expression before leaning closer to your ear and whispering.

"Andrà tutto bene… ti proteggerò…"

Everything will be fine… I’ll protect you…

Your attention is pulled from the stinging beneath Abbacchio's hands to his low, comforting voice. Every word is like a painkiller.

"Non permetterò mai più che nulla ti ferisca…"

I won't let anything hurt you again...

All your tension fades away as you give in, trusting your safety to Abbacchio as you near unconsciousness. You hear quick footsteps approaching in the distance, and a familiar voice yelling your name and Abbacchio's. You open your eyes for a moment, just making out a blur of hot pink and gold a few yards away. Abbacchio lets out a strained chuckle. You'd never heard him more excited to see Giorno. The last thing you feel is a soft kiss on your cheek and a teardrop dripping onto your skin just beside it.

"Please, not you too…

Not again…"

You wake up after what feels like an eternity, your back laid against the comfort of a soft bed with dark sheets. The room is quiet and dim, save for the warm light of a nearby lamp. You stretch and take a deep breath - the smell of wine lingers in the air.

Abbacchio.

It's then that you notice the man sitting at the bedside, his head resting in his arms. He perks up at the sound of you stirring, his golden eyes practically glowing with relief.

"Y/N…"

Abbacchio sits beside you on the mattress, leaning down suddenly to embrace you. His strong, warm arms wrap tightly around you, holding you like he'd never let go. You hesitate for a moment before burying your face in Abbacchio's neck, earning a pleased sigh from him. His soft, silvery hair brushes against your cheek. Abbacchio pulls back before looking into your eyes, holding your chin gently in one hand. "Are you still in pain?" You shake your head. You hadn't realized until now, but you feel as though nothing ever happened. Abbacchio begins lifting your shirt with his other hand, his eyes asking for permission to look. You nod gently and find nothing but a faint scar where the cut once was. He traces his fingers gently over the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through you.

"Giorno saved your ass… That crazy kid ran ahead and chased down both of those guys after he healed you! He insisted I ditch and bring you back here…" Abbacchio tenses up. “I hate to admit it, but it was the right call…”

"It's okay, Abba…" You rest your hand on his. “You saved me.” Abbacchio's muscles relax and he turns his gaze back to you. He leans close to your face, staring into your eyes with a look like he's holding back from saying something.

“You know I care about you a lot, right?” He whispers in that same low, sweet tone as before. You blush as his hands wander up to your forearms, holding them gently against the pillows on either side of your face. “Please, lemme show you how much I care…”

Abbacchio leans down and presses his lips against yours, his body hovering just above yours as he kisses you gently but passionately. His lips are soft and leave the faintest taste of red wine on your tongue. You let him hold you down carelessly, feeling just as secure as when he held you in his lap. Finally Abbacchio pulls away, letting out a breathy chuckle as he wipes the smudged purple lipstick on his cheek with the back of his hand.

“That's how much I care about you. Now please… be more careful next time. Unless you wanna do this again.”

[beneathashadytree]

HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.

CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : lots of fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : This was so soft, thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for the entire gang, and I truly believe that having a normal civilian as their s/o would be a breath of fresh air. Hope you enjoy this!💗

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Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover

After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself

Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing

More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something

Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch

He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt

He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever

Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them

His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife

He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli

Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him

Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat

It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what

Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself

If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier

Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail

Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages

Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can

Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love

Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both

Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire

He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well

Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)

To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don

Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety

Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess

He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury

When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face

The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice

He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise

It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his

Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice

It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have

He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him

He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like

Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by

If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[moodyboozewriting]

citrusy (narancia ghirga x reader)

pt. 1/?

warnings: loss/trauma, hurt/comfort, angst, confessions

reader is gender neutral

"Narancia?" you ask. He's sitting in front of you, his stare burning into the tablecloth of the restaurant. The others had already upped and left. Your eyes meet Bucciarati's cautiously lingering gaze. He gives you a nod and a knowing, telling look. You nod back. Narancia is the closest to you out of the team, but your relationship stretched beyond the rambunctious attitudes and the laughs you two share. You became aware of his backstory at his eventual consent to Bucciarati to share it with you. Not just this, but you're acutely aware of him. The ways he reacts, his moods, his tendencies. Not to mention the extra attention you'd been paying to him in the wake of realizing your crush. You can read him the best, to put it simply. But this? This was a new frontier altogether. "Nara?" you continue to question. Leaning over, you place a hand on his shoulder. "We going?" you ask him, standing up from your seat at the end of your question. The fog over Narancia's head gently lifts, though he doesn't return to his usual. "Yeah." He doesn't mutter it, but the word has no feeling behind it. He walks past you and out of the restaurant, already questioning Abbacchio about the details. You decide not to linger, joining the group feeling far from the dark haired boy.

Upon your return to the safe house, you note that Narancia wastes no time in wrapping things up and disappearing to his room. You remain in the kitchen in the early dark, sipping a glass of wine and listening to quiet conversation between Bucciarati and Abbacchio. In the dim light, you pensively reflect on the mission. Narancia didn't say much. Whatever he did say was hard to place. It never quite felt like he was there. He didn't seem to actively avoid you, but he never seemed to get close. You couldn't help but make a note of every time you saw him standing furthest in the group from you. By now everyone had disappeared, Giorno having been most recent departure. Zoning back in, you realize their conversation had gone quiet. You look up at the two men sitting on the couch opposite you. Bucciarati is looking calmly at you, while Abbacchio shifts and stares at the quietly flickering fireplace. "That obvious?" You laugh softly, in a quiet voice to not be audible from any of the bedrooms. Bucciarati's gaze softens, and Abbacchio grunts in acknowledgement. "He would let you in if you knocked." your capo says. You're reassured by his expression. At the same time you're pretending not to notice the way they sat so close together, how the hands laying between them rested up against each other. "Go kid, he's probably still awake." You ignore Abbacchio's nickname despite the fact that he was only a few years older than you. "You can leave the glass," Bucciarati assures. "We'll finish up in here." You nod, silently thanking them for their wisdom and smiling secretly at the evidence of progress between your particularly avoidant and/or crush-clueless friends.

Your fist hovers unsurely close to the heavy material of Narancia's door. After what feels like eons, you raise your fist softly and tentatively to the door. "Go away," says a quiet voice from behind the door. In the same manner you reply "It's me." "It's unlocked," comes the reply. Quickly and quietly you enter Narancia's room, not wishing to stand out in the hallway feeling lost any longer. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you see the outline of him sitting in bed. He doesn't lay down, and his knees are held loosely to his chest. If it weren't for the present circumstances, you would have noticed his chosen garments of just a loose tank top and sweatpants. You take up the spot beside him on the bed, not wanting to force conversation. Narancia shifts closer to you, and you're oddly reminded of the subtle moment you had witnessed earlier. As the back of your hand finds its place against his, you listen intently for his voice. Part of you fears it may be so quiet that you manage to miss it. "…Birthday..." You strain further to just barely make out his sentence from the silence. "I don't remember when her birthday was." He admits this quietly: to both you and to himself. You silently released a breath that you felt like you'd been holding all day. You raise one arm, allowing Narancia to fall into your side as your arm travels behind his back and rests with your hand at his side. He seems to soften into your hold, the dark obscuring your mounting blush. You nearly feel your heart sink when you begin to feel his breathing become uneven. You subconsciously pull him closer and he lays his head tiredly on your shoulder. His position has him turning in slightly and lean his folded knees over your thighs. You feel the heat at your face increase from the gesture, doubly glad he can't see your face. You find your fingers rubbing comforting circles on Narancia's side as he allows his guard to slowly slip. You rest your cheek on the top of his head, allowing the sweet scents of his hair products to fill your senses.

After a while, Narancia's breathing steadies. In accordance with the lateness of the hour, you shift away from the boy and move to leave the bed. Narancia sits up abruptly at this, grabbing your arm. Taking the hint you settle back in next to him. Once you settled again, Narancia spoke for only the second time since you’d entered the room. "Thank you." It's so very quiet you almost miss it. You're suddenly emboldened, you twist to face him and take the risk of wrapping your arms around the boy. Burying your face in his exposed shoulder, for a moment you fear you've made a mistake. First he lays still, but subduing your nerves he stirs into action to return the embrace. He sighs softly, and the weight of his breath tickles the side of your neck. Narancia leans backwards with his arms still around you, pulling you back as you fall into the plush mattress with him. You let out a yelp from surprise and you can feel Narancia quietly giggle from underneath you. He dispels your fear and worry, as if to remind you he was still the better and healing Narancia you knew. You can’t help but smile as you shift into place next to him. You keep your arms around each other as your legs nearly dangle off the side of his bed. Looking at him now you can see long lashes on closed lids. You can’t resist mapping his face by his freckles. Narancia opens his eyes slowly to look back at you, a smile coming to his lips when you lock eyes. It’s now that you realize the situation you have at hand, wrapped up in Narancia’s strong arms lying in his bed. His eyes seem to search you and you feel a heat coming to your cheeks. He reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Narancia?”

He hesitates before moving to speak.

"Narancia?" you ask.

He's sitting in front of you, his stare burning into the tablecloth of the restaurant. The others had already upped and left. Your eyes meet Bucciarati's cautiously lingering gaze. He gives you a nod and a knowing, telling look. You nod back. Narancia is the closest to you out of the team, but your relationship stretches beyond the rambunctious attitudes and the laughs you two share. You became aware of his backstory at his eventual consent to Bucciarati to share it with you. Not just this, but you're acutely aware of him. The ways he reacts, his moods, his tendencies. Not to mention the extra attention you'd been paying to him in the wake of realizing your crush. You can read him the best, to put it simply. But this? This was a new frontier altogether.

"Nara?" you continue to question.

Leaning over, you place a hand on his shoulder. "We going?" you ask him, standing up from your seat at the end of your question. The fog over Narancia's head gently lifts, though he doesn't return to his usual. "Yeah." He doesn't mutter it, but the word has no feeling behind it. He walks past you and out of the restaurant, already questioning Abbacchio about the details. You decide not to linger, joining the group feeling far from the dark-haired boy. Upon your return to the safe house, you note that Narancia wastes no time in wrapping things up and disappearing to his room. You remain in the kitchen in the early dark, sipping a glass of wine and listening to quiet conversation between Bucciarati and Abbacchio. In the dim light, you pensively reflect on the mission. Narancia didn't say much. Whatever he did say was hard to place. It never quite felt like he was there. He didn't seem to actively avoid you, but he never seemed to get close. You couldn't help but make a note of every time you saw him standing furthest in the group from you. By now everyone had disappeared, Giorno having been the most recent departure. Zoning back in, you realize their conversation had gone quiet. You look up at the two men sitting on the couch opposite you. Bucciarati is looking calmly at you, while Abbacchio shifts and stares at the quietly flickering fireplace.

"That obvious?" You laugh softly, in a quiet voice to not be audible from any of the bedrooms. Bucciarati's gaze softens, and Abbacchio grunts in acknowledgment.

"He would let you in if you knocked." your capo says. You're reassured by his expression. At the same time, you're pretending not to notice the way they sat so close together, how the hands lying between them rested up against each other.

"Go kid, he's probably still awake." You ignore Abbacchio's nickname despite the fact that he's only a few years older than you.

"You can leave the glass," Bucciarati assures.

"We'll finish up in here."

You nod, silently thanking them for their wisdom and smiling secretly at the evidence of progress between your particularly avoidant and/or crush-clueless friends. Your fist hovers unsurely close to the heavy material of Narancia's door. After what feels like eons, you raise your fist softly and tentatively to the door.

"Go away," says a quiet voice from behind the door.

In the same manner, you reply "It's me."

"It's unlocked," comes the reply.

Quickly and quietly you enter Narancia's room, not wishing to stand out in the hallway feeling lost any longer. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you see the outline of him sitting in bed. He doesn't lie down, and his knees are held loosely to his chest. If it weren't for the present circumstances, you would have noticed his chosen garments of just a loose tank top and sweatpants. You take up the spot beside him on the bed, not wanting to force conversation. Narancia shifts closer to you, and you're oddly reminded of the subtle moment you had witnessed earlier. As the back of your hand finds its place against his, you listen intently for his voice. Part of you fears it may be so quiet that you manage to miss it.

"…Birthday…"

You strain further to just barely make out his sentence from the silence.

"I don't remember when her birthday was."

He admits this quietly: to both you and to himself. You silently released a breath that you felt like you'd been holding all day. You raise one arm, allowing Narancia to fall into your side as your arm travels behind his back and rests with your hand at his side. He seems to soften into your hold, the dark obscuring your mounting blush. You nearly feel your heart sink when you begin to feel his breathing become uneven. You subconsciously pull him closer and he lays his head tiredly on your shoulder. His position has him turning in slightly and leaning his folded knees over your thighs. You feel the heat on your face increase from the gesture, doubly glad he can't see your face. You find your fingers rubbing comforting circles on Narancia's side as he allows his guard to slowly slip. You rest your cheek on the top of his head, allowing the sweet scents of his hair products to fill your senses. After a while, Narancia's breathing steadies. In accordance with the lateness of the hour, you shift away from the boy and move to leave the bed. Narancia sits up abruptly at this, grabbing your arm. Taking the hint you settle back in next to him. Once you settled again, Narancia spoke for only the second time since you’d entered the room.

"Thank you."

It's so very quiet you almost miss it. You're suddenly emboldened, you twist to face him and take the risk of wrapping your arms around the boy. Burying your face in his exposed shoulder, for a moment you fear you've made a mistake. First, he lays still, but subduing your nerves he stirs into action to return the embrace. He sighs softly, and the weight of his breath tickles the side of your neck. Narancia leans backward with his arms still around you, pulling you back as you fall into the plush mattress with him. You let out a yelp from surprise and you can feel Narancia quietly giggle from underneath you. He dispels your fear and worry, as if to remind you he was still the better and healing Narancia you knew. You can’t help but smile as you shift into place next to him. You keep your arms around each other as your legs nearly dangle off the side of his bed. Looking at him now you can see long lashes on closed lids. You can’t resist mapping his face by his freckles. Narancia opens his eyes slowly to look back at you, a smile coming to his lips when you lock eyes. It’s now that you realize the situation you have at hand, wrapped up in Narancia’s strong arms lying in his bed. His eyes seem to search you and you feel a heat coming to your cheeks. He reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Narancia?”

He hesitates before moving to speak.

“I like you. A lot.”

[azxremoon]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

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code geass : lelouch vi britannia, suzaku kururugi, euphemia li britannia, jeremiah gottwald, cc.

final fantasy : cloud strife, tifa lockhart, reno, rude, tseng, sephiroth, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley, zack fair, noctis lucis caelum, prompto argentum, gladiolus amicitia, ignis scientia, lunafreya nox fleuret, ardyn izunia, nyx ulric.

fire emblem : corrin, chrom, robin, grima, lucina, henry, tharja, ryoma, takumi, xander, leo, camilla, azura, jakob, byleth, sothis, rhea, seteth, blue lions, golden deer, black eagles.

jojo’s bizarre adventure : jonathan joestar, dio / dio brando, joseph joestar, giorno giovanna, bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, guido mista, jolyne kujo, foo fighters, narciso anasui.

jujutsu kaisen : satoru gojo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, yuta okkotsu, aoi todo.

legend of zelda : tp + botw/totk link, totk ganon, botw + totk zelda, rauru, sonia, sidon, revali, mipha.

nier : 2b, 9s, a2, brother nier, kaine.

persona 5 : akira kurusu, goro akechi, ann takamaki, ryuji sakamoto, yusuke kitagawa, “kasumi” yoshizawa, takuto maruki, sae niijima.

yu-gi-oh! : yugi muto, seto kaiba, joey wheeler, jaden yuki, jesse anderson, yubel, chazz princeton, aster phoenix.

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

headcanons and short drabbles only.

spoilers are a-ok!!

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platonic, familial, and romantic relationships are accepted, but must be specified.

alternate universes—modern, childhood, college / university, soulmate, fantasy, yandere, ask for more prior to requesting.

aus of characters inspired by specific vocaloid songs, such as cendrillon and cantarella. bonus points if it is from the evillious chronicles.

polyamorous relationships, unrequited love, various tropes.

fluff, angst, comfort fluff, hurt / comfort, hurt / no comfort.

dark content—such as major character death, yandere, etc.

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

oneshots (for reqs only)

readers with specific race, culture, disabilities, illnesses, or gender identity to avoid misrepresentation.

explicit n///sfw, non-con, fetishes, k///inks.

miscarriages or dark / triggering matters relating to pregnancy.

anything relating to harming oneself in any form.

drug-use.

original characters x canon.

canon x canon.

cheating (on reader, or by reader)

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

the reader is always gender neutral or female with ambiguous anatomy, unless stated otherwise.

reader will use she / her or they / them, but also may be written in the second person.

appearance, race, and culture are always excluded to include everyone.

the reader can be personalized by the requester, from vague personality descriptors to accessories.

the reader can be inspired by characters of other media, but i must know and be familiar of them.

accepted personalization examples are, but not limited to: a shy!reader, stand user!reader, phantom thief!reader, introverted!reader, idol!reader, reader who wears glasses, tall / short!reader.

[garden-of-violets]

Writing oneshots for Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure part 5 characters.

Characters I will write for:

♡︎ Giorno Giovanna

♡︎ Bruno Bucciarati

♡︎ Leone Abbacchio

♡︎ Guido Mista

♡︎ Pannacotta Fugo

♡︎ Narancia Ghirga

♡︎ Trish Una

I may add more part 5 characters in the future, but not at the moment. I will only be writing for Bucci gang right now.

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What I will write:

♡︎ Headcanons

♡︎ Oneshots

♡︎ Scenarios

♡︎ Hurt/Comfort

♡︎ Reader insert (Only female or gender neutral reader)

♡︎ Fluff

♡︎ Angst

What I won’t write:

♡︎ Yandere scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ NSFW scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ Smut

♡︎ Character x Character

♡︎ Male reader

♡︎ Unless requested personally with a detailed description of your oc, I will not be writing an oc insert. You may request specific details, but not your oc.

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( I am just getting back into writing at the moment, and I do have school so I’ll update and answer requests when I can ♡︎ )

Requests are open!

Masterlist for Jjba part 5

[starry-snippets]

thinking about soft abbacchio. you're having a rough day for whatever reason, and you can't get your headphones to work. you haven't come down for dinner so bruno sends abbacchio to check on you, knowing you are crushing on each other, and he sees you crying while holding your broken headphones. he can tell immediately from your heaves it isn't about just the headphones. abbacchio's first thought is to leave, maybe fetch bruno since he is the only one (besides you) who can calm him down, but when he hears you call for him that thought leaves his mind. abbacchio can't run away when he can help you. he'll sit besides you, turning on the playlist you made for when you have to drive extensively on missions. abbacchio watches your breathing steady as he uses the same techniques bruno does with him when things get too bad. halfway through the playlist you're smiling while he whines about nothing important, mainly just to see your smile. that's when abba really realizes he loves you. anyone else and he would of let someone else handle your distressed state. but seeing you broken and sobbing – for some reason abbacchio couldn't bare it. as your shared tunes continue blasting and you ask if you could explain why your day went so poorly, abbacchio just stares at you with an expression that reads "fuck what do I do?" you may think he doesn't know how to comfort you further, but really he's just dreading the possible hurt that can come from loving you cause he's #traumatized

[thestressedskittles]

Patience Is Key (Fugo x Reader, Fluff)

Kit here! Originally started by Sammy, but she was unable to finish. If it reads a little weird, I tried to work around what Sammy wrote without changing too much. Hope I did her justice! Feel free to send in requests! I can write for any characters up to part 5! Feel free to request!

Request: I hope this request is okay but can I request smth for Fugo where is s/o is basically learning Italian so she isn’t always saying everything correct and maybe Fugo is teaching her?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is GN, Fugo raging, fluff, Fugo needs a hug- anything in Italics is meant to be spoken in Italian (it didn't feel right to translate everything into Italian)

A/N: I do not speak Italian, I did some quick research and that's it (and used Google translate)

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Check out our other works: Have You Learned Your Lesson Yet?, In The Library

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Learning Italian should've been something you put at the top of your list before you moved to Italy. You, at the very least, made an effort to know phrases that would help you get around, but only that would get you so far. How you ended up in one of Italy's biggest and fiercest mafias is much of a blur and one you don't really remember. But how you got here didn't matter anymore.

After you had gotten your stand from Polpo's Black Sabbath, you were assigned to Bruno Bucciarati's team. Though you didn't know Italian very well, he took you under his wing and you met the other members: Abbacchio, Narancia, and Fugo. Narancia had been eager to talk to you, even when you admitted that you couldn't speak his language fluently. Abbacchio had been cold and distant but eventually warmed up to you ever-so-slightly. And Fugo? He was taken aback by you ever since he saw you sitting at the table with Bruno. When your (E/C) met his purple ones, he was a goner. Of course, he tried to reason with himself that you had just met and he couldn't possibly have a crush so quick on someone he had literally just laid eyes on, but he couldn't deny the tugging at his heart.

Bruno knew enough English to get his points across, but Fugo wanted to get to know you more. So, in the following weeks, you had learned to understand Italian better than you could speak it - it helped that Narancia had many stories to tell and seemed keen on telling you all about them. Eventually, you were able to piece together words and make out bits and pieces of his stories, which led to you understanding more and more of the language, listening closely to conversations between the group, and trying to make sense of what was being said. While Narancia had kept you occupied, Fugo buried his nose in books about the English language and managed to learn near-perfect English in just a few weeks. He didn't like to brag about his intelligence to other people, but he couldn't help the ego boost it gave him to learn a new language so quickly.

It didn't take long after Fugo had learned English for you and him to become close friends, and eventually more in the span of a few months. Seeing him dedicate himself to learning your language made your heart melt a little and you asked him if he could teach you Italian. Of course, he was more than happy to oblige your request. Any downtime you had was spent with Fugo, in his room, or in the restaurant learning the basics of the language.

And here you sat in the very same chair where the group had greeted you all those months ago. Today was sunny, clouds shifting in front of the sun every so often to dampen its bright rays, alongside a breeze that carried many different scents from baked bread to gourmet food. Bruno was out once again, claiming he would be back soon but never specified a time. Abbacchio was still and stoic as always, listening to music through his headphones; Mista was enjoying a cup of tea and completely engaged in a book he had recently gotten into. As for Fugo, Narancia, and you? You all were in a study triangle, as you called it, Fugo being the teacher to both you and Narancia.

"You're getting the hang of it, tesorino. Once you get trilling down, the words will roll off your tongue." Fugo's voice was sweet and encouraging. You sighed and rested your head in your hand. The blond reached a hand out and rested it on your shoulder. He knew how easy it was to get discouraged from learning a new language. Applying some pressure, he began to rub your shoulder and rub away at the tension. "Just a few more times."

You exhale slowly and nod. Looking at the paper, you read the sentence out loud once again. This time, you fumbled less and managed to trill the "r's" better than any of your previous tries, a grin lighting your features at the noticeable difference. Fugo also had a big smile on his face, nodding as you read the line again, then two more times, finally feeling the flow of the sentence roll off your tongue with ease.

"Perfetto, amore!" Fugo exclaimed. "I promise, the more we do this, the easier it will become. You're still a little off on the timing, try it like this." Fugo read the sentence out loud and you listened closely before trying again. When you mastered the sentence, he gave you a slightly harder one. This time, you fumbled again. Still not used to rolling your "r's", you pronounced the word like it had one. A dark shadow fell across Fugo's features, the smile he had moments ago nowhere to be seen. You knew that look all too well, though you've never been the one receiving the look.

His eyes usually bright purple eyes narrowed and he was quick to turn in his seat, grabbing a plate from the table and smashing it to the ground, sending pieces of it flying in every direction. Fugo didn't stop there, standing up and going over to a table across from you and destroying its contents, all the while yelling and cursing out everything under the sun. Mista finally looked up from his book and gave a questioning look to you and Narancia.

Fugo looks back and notices Mista, Narancia, and you looking at him. Mista rolls his shoulders and goes back to his book, Narancia watching the show with giddy expectation, and you are looking at him with wide eyes. His gaze immediately softens. He couldn't see any fear or other emotion in your eyes, but he hated it when he showed you this side of him. Explosive and impulsive, destructive and dangerous. He wishes he could hide this part of him away from you. Even when you told him that you loved him, flaws and all, he still couldn't help but feel ashamed that he couldn't control his anger.

Taking a few deep breaths, he made his way back to the table, sitting down and finally meeting your eyes again. There was something soft in your eyes, something caring. Something he was always relieved to see after his outbursts. You tentatively reached your hand out and placed it softly on his shoulder, his muscles tensing for a brief moment before relaxing. A soft smile comes to your lips and he can't help but get lost in your features. He exhales slowly and gains his composure back.

"I'm sorry," his voice soft and laced with regret. Looking at you for a few moments longer, taking in the way your features made him want to never stop looking at you. He loved that he could look at you and everything around him disappears: his stress, his problems, and most importantly, his anger. He could never stay mad at you.

"Va tutto bene, lo prometto." Your own voice barely above a whisper. "So che non... mi faresti mai del male. Ti amo ancora lo stesso, difetti e tutto." It's okay, I promise. I know you would never hurt me. I still love you the same, flaws and all. Fugo's eyes widen slightly. Though your accent was a bit off and your confidence wavered ever-so-slightly, he was impressed. A smile creeps onto his lips upon hearing your words.

"Cosa ho fatto per meritare qualcuno come te, amore?" What did I do to deserve someone like you, love? He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, leaning in close and enjoying your presence before Narancia pipes up.

"How is this, Fugo?" Narancia slides over his worksheet, Fugo quickly picking it up and looking it over. Immediately he can see that almost every answer is wrong. Before he has time to get angry, a firm squeeze from your hand is enough to quell the rage that boiled deep within him. Taking in a deep breath, and letting his frustration show through his voice instead, he began to, once again, go over the basics of multiplication with Narancia, who seemed to be paying close attention for once.

Keeping your hands intertwined, you watched Fugo, squeezing his hand every time you felt him tense. Roughly an hour later, Bruno shows up and notices the destroyed table. He takes a good look at it before huffing and coming over to sit at the table. Everyone's attention is on him.

"I think I may have found a new member for our team."

[inkpot909]

How They Text the Reader Headcanons

↳ Characters included are Bruno Brucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, and Guido Mista. Gender Neutral Reader with they/them pronouns.

A/n: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at doing x Reader text messages! This was very fun to make, and I do plan to make more of this kind of headcanon list for the rest of Bucciarati’s team.

Warning(s): None.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno’s text messages are straight to the point and utilize proper grammar like the mother he truly is deep down.

Not the type of person to send emoji’s… ever, really. This is because he views texting as a simple tool to use when he can’t just speak to you in person or over a phone call.

However, you prefer the funnier explanation of it actually being because he’s secretly very inept at using technology (this is very much so part of it he just won’t ever say so).

In all honesty, he prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice more than communicating over text. He’s the type to call in order to converse about whatever mundane thing is on his mind instead of sending a text.

That said, he’s definitely the type to always tell you good morning or wish you goodnight with a sweet text message.

Also, because of his job, he’s often put into long-term situations where calling isn’t exactly ideal. That’s when he’ll text the most; he just wants to check up on you regularly when he can’t be there in person do so! This became especially true after rising to the position of Capo.

His text messages may seem… bland to those unfamiliar with him.

But since you know him as well as you do, they always ring as genuine and an extension of his polite kindness.

Admittedly, it is hard to argue against the fact that his straightforward style of text often leads to misunderstandings. This is due to his sometimes unreadable tone:

Leone Abbacchio

Hardly ever texted you at the beginning.

Since the two of you started going out, he’s gotten a bit better, though. Before, he was very adamant that if he has something to say, he’ll wait when he’s face-to-face with you.

But when he eventually let it slip that he often forgets what he even wants to talk to you about, you slowly began getting him to text you more.

Arguably the best method of doing so is to get him to tell you about something he feels strongly about. Whether it’s something positive like asking him about the music he’s been listening to recently, or it’s something more devilish like bringing up subjects that really bother him.

Leone is at least very reliable.

Meaning that, although he doesn’t often start a conversation over text himself, he will respond to you reasonably quick.

Tease him by claiming it’s because he has a soft spot for you and he won’t text for an entire day (you know he loves you).

He also prefers to use proper grammar and punctuation in his texts. That said, Leone does use emojis (usually just to express disappointment) and sometimes can seem more expressive in text than he is in actual conversation.

One sweet thing he does over text is that he always sends you a message after he makes it home after a particularly dangerous mission, informing you that he’s safe. He knows you worry, and although he often puts up a front claiming it’s annoying, he truly does take note of that concern.

Abbacchio’s just not completely used to having someone like you in his life who holds a special concern for him. He is adjusting; slow and steady.

And although he forms the habit of texting you more, it’s you and only you he has the energy to do this for (outside of probably Bruno). This leads to other’s on Bucciarati’s team to text you when they want to get a hold of him:

Guido Mista

Real talkative over text, especially in the evening after he’s finished with his dinner. He’s pretty expressive and uses a decent amount of emojis.

Will plop down on his couch with an exaggerated bounce, pull out his phone, only with the purpose of talking to you and doing nothing else on the device.

The two of you actually had to work on how late you’d stay up texting one another.

Hours disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving you both extra tired the next morning. And on occasions that it was decided to take the conversation into a call… it’s easy to see why you both have slept in late more than once.

Although not as frequently as someone like Narancia, Mista will send memes every now and then. Not only that, but he always replies to the ones you send him.

He prefers to send you embarrassing or funny pictures of others in the group over memes, though. You’ve seen photos of Abbacchio and Fugo in particular that Mista could honestly use as blackmail.

This has bitten him in the butt quite a bit, though.

After discovering Mista’s been doing this, the others now send you every single unfavorable image they own of the gunslinger. Even Bruno’s sent his fair share.

And although Mista often forgets to say good morning to you through text, he always says goodnight to you.

Not only that, but Mista will text right after he’s completed with a mission. Although a bit of a goofball, he always takes work seriously, and will leave you on delivered on hours at a time depending on what he’s up to. But the minute things have calmed, he’s letting you know.

Mista will certainly ask one of his common out-of-pocket questions designed to get a conversation going via a text message.

This isn’t a bad thing per se, except for the fact that he has a bad habit of doing so at three in the morning.

Even still, they’re not the weirdest variation of texts you’ve ever received from him:

[abellaheart-blog]

Hello! I was wondering if you still do other requests! I have one for JJBA! Could I have bucciarati gang + trish comforting their s/o through some past trauma, I don't mean to make it all sad more of like angst + comfort!

Author Note: Yes I do! I don’t mind this request. I enjoy writing comfort/angst. Thanks for adding Trish Una and requesting this

Bucci gang Comforting Their S/o Through Past Trauma 💙

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno will listen carefully to what you say about your trauma. He’s very comforting and affectionate. He’ll hold you in his arms while you tell him about it.

He’s saddened hearing about your trauma but he’s assuring that he’ll be there for you

Bruno is understanding and he’ll want to help in anyway he can

He’s going to give you his condolences as he’s talking to you

Bruno’s extra careful with you about the topic when discussed or brought up again

Over all he’ll take extra precaution of your well being and checks on your emotional stress, mental health

Narancia Ghirga

He’ll be incredibly worried about you. He’s giving you such saddening eyes. To think his beloved has been through so much. He’s easily holding your hand.

He’ll tell you how awful it is you’ve been through so much and how you didn’t deserve it. He wants to let you know that your loved ones are always there for you including himself

He’ll hold both your hands and look you in the eyes as he’s talking to you the entire time.

Narancia will hug you if you cry. He’ll wipe your tears with his hands and kiss your face.

He wants you to let your emotions out and to tell him all the pain you’ve been through so he can comfort you about it

When your not looking he wipes a tear from his eye

Narancia will invite you on relaxing walks with him a lot so he can be there for you more often

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo feels so heart broken upon you revealing your trauma to him. He would never want you to go through something like it. He understand how it feels more than anyone.

Fugo tells you how strong you are and how he is there for you

He’s also going to hold your hand. His grip will tighten slightly when your head is down cast and he’ll express his thoughts to you.

Fugo will want to know everything, as long as you’re willing. He’ll place a comforting hand on your shoulder while he’s listening.

If you cry he uses his handkerchief to wipe your tears and he wraps his arm around you while you’re talking.

Fugo will be reassuring and really comforting due to his understanding

Fugo will write you love letters expressing so much comforting words from now on. Expect them at least once a week unless his work load is too much or he’s overly stressed

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is someone who would be shocked at first before giving you such a sad expression. The last thing he would want is for this to happen to you.

He’s going to have such a sad expression on his face

Leone wraps an arm around you as he listens. He’ll want you to lean against him or lay your head on your shoulder if you like.

He’ll tell you what’s on his mind and helpful words.

He’s pretty understanding and will want to be helpful

He won’t push it but he’ll tell you expressing it to other close loved ones would be helpful too

If you cry he’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder. He kisses your forehead.

He’ll buy you CDS so you atleast have your favorite music when he’s not there. He lets you barrow his own CDS too. If you don’t use CDS he pays for your Spotify premium, music apps or however it is you access music. He wants something good quality for you.

He’s going to send more text messages comforting you and asking about your well being

Trish Una

She’ll also be heart broken upon knowing you’ve been through so much. Her eyes glisten as she gives you a worried expression.

She’ll listen to all you have to say and express her concern for your well being

If you’re okay with it she’ll like to sit on your lap and hold you in her arms so you can lay your head against her should or chest, or she’ll also want you to lay in her arms.

She used her handkerchief to wipe your tears if you cry. It smells like chamomile and her

Trish wants to tell you how strong you are and how she’s honored you’d tell her about your trauma since it isn’t easy expressing. She loves you and wants to tell you she is there for you.

Trish also wants to have a full on conversation about what happened and gives you words of affirmation

Every once in a while she’ll make you a card comforting you about your trauma. They’re kind words of affirmation without directly talking about your trauma

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno will listen to all you have to say before responding

He tells you his exact thoughts. How it’s saddening you’ve been through such trauma, how he’ll do everything in his power to help, and his responses to what happened to you.

He has a worried expression and he’s going to hold your face the entire time. He’ll rub his thumb affectionately on your cheek to comfort you. If not he’ll lightly hold your face. Leaning against his touch will be comforting because he’s so gentle and his hand smells like flowers.

Giorno expresses comforting words and he’ll give you helpful words

If you cry he’s holding you in his arms or sitting you on his lap to hold your hand while the other wipes your tears

When he’s in bed that night hell stay up thinking about it and tears up a bit about it. He‘s more than motivated to help you. He’s going to call you from work everyday to check on you and your over all well being.

Guido Mista

He’s going to be shocked by all that has happened to you but the minute you bring it up he’s right by your side

Mista wants you to express everything to him

He’ll give you helpful words and how you need to express your feelings to all your loved ones too. He thinks it’s important for your well being but he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable bringing it up.

He wants to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you

Guido promises to be there for you. He’s having a full on discussion with you about what you’ve brought up.

If you cry he wants to sit you on his lap or lay you against his chest

His words will be comforting and meaningful

From then on he’ll make you breakfast every morning or take you out in the morning so he can spend more time with you. Asking about your mental status, how you’re doing, he wants to make sure you’re okay, that everything is going to be okay if you feel as though it’s not.

[strawberrysurecake]

Heyo! Love ur Bucci gang Hcs! (Especially the tsunderes ones!) Not sure if you're taking requests rn (sorry if ur not bsbdbdb) but I was wondering if I could request sum Bucci gang Hcs with a s/o who has Somniphobia! It's a phobia of sleeping, this can be due to being afraid of something bad happening while asleep or afraid of going to sleep due to nightmares and/or night terrors. S/o is afraid of going to sleep and tries to do everything in their power from falling asleep!

If your request aren't open or you don't want to do this request, you can totally disregard it! ^^

Bucci Gang + Trish with S/O Who Has Somniphobia

Contents: Giorno, Bucciarati, Mista, Narancia, Abbacchio, Fugo & Trish

Tags: G/N!reader, fluff

Thanks for the request, Pomegranate! Somniphobia is actually something I can relate to. I don't have much problems with sleep anymore but in the past, I used to avoid going to bed until I got incredibly tired. I hope all you somniphobes reading get the chance to overcome your fear!

As for my status about requests, requests aren't officially open beyond the neko short fics but I like to take them anyway because it offers a break in between projects I have.

Psst. By the way, I'm trying out a new aesthetic and informative format for my posts. I made the webcore-styled header myself in MS Paint from scratch too so I'm pretty proud of it.

❁ - - Giorno Giovanna - - ❁

He has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night sometimes

It was during one of those nights that he heard you brewing coffee at 3AM

Shuffling downstairs and into the kitchen, he finds you nestling a hot mug of coffee with the darkest circles under your drooping eyes

He asks you if something is wrong but your answer of "no" doesn't satisfy him

"We have a day off tomorrow. There's no need for caffeine this late."

He learns of your fear of sleep and he's intrigued to hear you open up about a vulnerability to him so easily

He nudges the mug away from your lips and morphs the top buttons of his silk shirt into fragrant lavender buds

"Come. You need to rest. I'll sit by you until you're asleep."

❁ - - Bruno Bucciarati - - ❁

When coming home from a mission, he's used to having you run to the door to greet him but not at this unusual hour

It was 2AM when he returned and you were right there on the sofa, languid but ready to kiss him hello

"Amore, I won't be offended if you're asleep by the time I come home..."

Your explanation of how you can’t sleep unless he's there with you has him slightly concerned

After a little quick thinking, he zips together a concoction of fabric and cushions to create a crude cuddle buddy

"Let’s call him...Onurb. When I'm away and you can't sleep, Onurb will be here to keep you safe."

Although he'd rather be the one cuddling you to sleep, he supposes Onurb will have to do for a stand-in when he's away

Though he sincerely hopes you don't become too attached to Onurb...

❁ - - Guido Mista - - ❁

"Baby, it's 4AM. Why are you baking so early in the morning?"

He receives the most deadpan explanation for your fear of slumber, of nightmares and the inherent vulnerability that comes with sleep

Considering his superstitious fear over a single-digit number, he doesn't have much room to criticise your fear of a biological necessity so instead, he relents

He makes conversation with you while you bake but as soon as it hits 5AM, he's hauling your ass back to bed and keeping you there until you get some decent shut-eye

When you wake, the baked goods of 4AM have all been devoured by Sex Pistols

"See? Told you baking at 4AM was a bad idea!"

❁ - - Narancia Ghirga - - ❁

His little spoon is nowhere to be found and now he has to search the entire apartment for your whereabouts

If you're not in the living room, the bathroom or the kitchen then where the hell are you?

The front door suddenly clicks open and there you are with a small bag of snacks in one arm another bag in the other

"You went to the shops without me!?"

You could have at least bought him some orange juice

But what really matters is that you’re safe and you didn’t get kidnapped

"Why'd you go without me? And why this late?"

Though your somnophobia isn't something you want to bother him with, he insists you wake him up whenever your anxiousness gets the better of you

In his lean arms, he reminds you that he's always here to protect you from your fears

"How am I supposed to sleep well if you can't sleep well?"

❁ - - Leone Abbacchio - - ❁

He knows you don't have the best relationship with sleep so what he does is keep you locked tight in his strong arms until you fall sleep

He'll save you from your nightmares, shoo your sleep paralysis demons and hum a quiet lullaby to coax you into dreamland

He doesn't mean to hum you a lullaby; that's something he does on the cusp of sleep

If you mention this habit, he'll deny it

❁ - - Pannacotta Fugo - - ❁

"How come you're still awake?"

The evidence of an all-nighter are all etched into your features as he can tell

Despite how tired you look, there's a tenseness to your posture he can pick up on

"Is there something wrong? You can tell me anything."

Contrary to his suspicions, you're not sleep deprived because you're anxious over any upcoming missions but because of sleep itself

There's guilt over how he's never known this about fear of yours until now

The way he scoops you into his arms is tender

He's very attentive to your needs from that night onward and he takes rigid care to ensure your eight hours of sleep happens

Anyone who dares disturb your slumber will receive the biggest reprimanding of their lifetime

❁ - - Trish Una - - ❁

"Do you want some water? Tea? Warm milk with vanilla?"

She knows of your somnophobia and she won't rest until you're asleep

In the dim lighting of your bedside lamp, she shares a mug of hot milk with you as you share stories about your day

"That was the seventh phone call I received that morning. I wish they'd leave me alone while I'm getting my nails done. I kept hoping it was you who was calling."

She stays up later than she'd like but she can't help wanting to indulge in your company just a little more before fatigue takes over

So long as you sleep well, she sleeps well, too

[voidofryu]

Death will never do us part, my love

[Leone Abbacchio x gender neutral!reader ANGST]

SPOILERS FOR PART 5 OF JOJO: GOLDEN WIND

So this is my first time writing angst, apologies if it's not that good. Everyone survived in this 'cause why not :)

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The fight was over. Everything was over. You breathe a sigh of relief and collapse on the ground. Your chest heaving up and down trying to regain your breaths. You heard heavy footsteps and someone carrying you and settling you in their arms. It didn't take long for you to register your lover's face before you smiled at him.

"I'm so glad you're ok.."

The concern in his voice didn't go unnoticed as you weakly replied to him.

"You too..."

You thought everything was finally at peace again. You can finally live a happy life with your lover, Leone Abbacchio. He wasn't the type of person who would touch on the topic of love, at least, that's what his friends said.

There was something about you that attracted Abbacchio. Was it your striking features? Your patience? The ability to listen to him wail out his problems without making fun of him for it? Maybe it was all of the above. Nevertheless, you managed to break his outer shell and hold him close.

But alas, all good things must come to an end.

A few weeks after Giorno was given the title as the Boss, you developed a series of unstoppable coughs. At first, you thought it was just a mere cold, but it had lasted for 4 days until Bruno took you to a prestigious doctor. That was when they delivered the horrendous news.

You had developed an incurable lung disease. And you only had 2 weeks to live.

The shock in your eyes showed everything as a stray tear flowed down before dripping onto your hand on your lap. You nodded silently before thanking the doctor for his service.

Of course, you and Bruno didn't want to hide this from your friends so he delivered the news on behalf of you. You were sitting in your room, jotting down on your journal when the room door burst open to Abbachio standing in the doorway. He had a face that not even you could describe. Was it Anger? Sadness? Shock? It was like a mix of the three as he ran to you and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

You could hear him crying on your shoulder as he rambled on how he just couldn't live without you. You pulled away from the hug and caressed his tear filled cheek.

"Don't leave me..(Y/n), please..Is there any other way..? Please! I can't live without you..!-"

"Shh.. Abbacchio.. I'm afraid to tell you that there is no other way, it's..incurable.."

Upon hearing this, he cried even harder.

"No! No! No! You're the only one who truly loves me! Please..amor.."

You placed his head on your shoulder once again, letting him cry into it.

Since you only had two weeks to live, Bruno thought that everyone should spend time with each other more, especially you. Giorno managed to understand and put his work aside just so you could spend your final days in happiness.

Throughout the days, the gang was out in the streets of Naples having their utmost fun. Running around the streets, having gelato in a cafe, listening to music that Narancia recommends and so much more.

It pained your heart to see the gang's reactions when you were gone from this world, you could almost see it. But enough of that, it's time to have some fun.

On some days when you guys weren't out, Abbacchio and you would be in your shared room and just cuddle. He's not the type of person to initiate cuddling but these days, he has been wanting to feel you every second of the day.

Both of you would talk about the past, like the times where Bruno first recruited you, when Mista choked on his drink when he found out that there were 4 cakes displayed on the table in front of him once again, when Abbacchio first confessed to you and etc. It felt like it was yesterday.

Time decided to whack you at the back of the head because it was the last day of your life. Needless to say, everyone cried as you embraced them one by one.

Night approached and Abbacchio eventually leads you to your shared bedroom for the night and laid on the bed, holding you ever so tightly. You looked out to the night sky.

"The sky looks so pretty tonight.."

"Yea.."

You looked up to Abbacchio as he embraced you even tighter from behind.

He leans in and he kisses you, for the last time.

*yawns*

Abbacchio tensed up a bit as he held you again, even tighter this time.

As time passes by, you feel your body getting even weaker and your eyes getting heavier. You knew that this was it.

"Abbacchio, mi amor... I'm getting tired..can I sleep for a bit?"

You could see that he hesitated for a bit, he just didn't want to let you go yet. Besides Bruno, no one understood him better than you do. And he was not going to let you go now.

However, the look in your eyes explained it all. That it's time.

Abbacchio gulped before saying:

"Go ahead..I'll be right here.."

You nuzzled against his chest that made his heart skip a beat, you closed your eyes and with the remaining energy that you have, your last words spilled out.

"I love you...Abbacchio.."

Your hand that was on his arm fell on the bed, making a light sound. Just like that, you were gone.

He cries again as he holds you even tighter.

"I love you too...(Y/n).."

Abbacchio barely got any sleep, he just sat there on the bed, holding you as he stared at your fingertips, which has now turned cold. You were cold.

Once the sun rises, Abbacchio carries you to where Bruno and Giorno were. One look at your curled up body against him, they knew that you were gone.

After the funeral, Abbacchio went up to your shared room once again and called out Moody Blues. He rewinded back to the time where you were cheering in your room because he confessed to you. Your blushing face and when you screamed into the pillow made him smile once again.

Abbacchio sat on the bed and started to watch everything. Moody Blues then rewind back to the time where both of you were cuddling on the bed for the first time. Your blushing face was evident, it looked like you were internally screaming.

"I miss you..mi amor.."

Abbacchio never loved again, for you were the only one that loved him for who he is.