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bucci-cookies · 2 years

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Zeppole and Mango Smoothies

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The radio played softly in the background, slightly hidden by the clinking and chiming from cutlery on plates. The cafe’s volume had fluctuated all day as people gathered in waves, taking breaks from the warm beach just a stone's throw away. Presently, there was only an old man near the front, rustling today's paper, and a group of teenagers sitting by the long table.

It was a cute little place Il Banchiere Pasticceria, what was once a busy bank near the beach, was now renovated into a quaint cafe. It oozed homely energy, from the soft browns and creams on the walls to the comfy furniture one might find in their living room. Potted plants lined the windowsills, giving rise to various plants with luscious green bodies and vibrant petals. Bruno never struck you as the kind of person to be found here. While he never acted like he was “bigger” than places like this, despite the rumours of a lavish lifestyle, you were still surprised when he posed the quiet cafe as your next date. You both sat in the corner by the large window, on a dark brown loveseat with a low oak table between you and the opposite loveseat. You leaned your head on Bruno’s shoulder as he held the small cream-coloured menu for you both to read.

"Do you know what you want to order?" Bruno asked, his thumb grazing your knee gently. "The zeppole is delicious." He pointed to the fried dough delicacy on the menu. You had never had it before and the range of delicious fillings caught your eye.

You hummed to yourself as you gave the menu a second skim read. You eyed the pastries and savoury meals, trying to decide which route to go down. "Not yet. What are you getting?"

"I love their crab cakes," Bruno replied, tapping the option on his menu. “One of the benefits of having a cafe so close to the water is the easy access to fresh fish.” He turned to look out of the window, watching the sea splash lightly against the sandy shore.

Freshly cooked crab did sound lovely, especially since it received the praise of your fishing enthusiast partner. You turned back to the menu, glossing over the wraps, paninis, cakes and coffees, overwhelmed by the magnitude of choices. You and Bruno had always split the bill on dates, either directly in half or paying for what you ate separately. However, along with the surprising date to a small cafe in the suburbs, he had also offered to cover the bill for both of you. While you were grateful for his generosity, you didn’t want to take advantage of his kind offer, you told yourself you would limit the items you got.

“What if we mix it up? Get things from different sections?” Bruno suggested, pinching your cheeks and pulling you out of your thoughts. “In as much as you look so cute trying to pick, I think I should open up the options and let you try as much as you want, after all, it is my treat and I want you to like it here.” Bruno’s hand returned to your knee as his index finger drew small circles on it.

“Are you sure? I know you said you’re happy to pay but-”

“This place means a lot to me, I would rather treat you here.” He cut you off with a soft smile, plush lips pressed together. Why was he so adorable when he made that face? His head cocked to the side making his bangs fall slightly, and his lively blue eyes had a childlike tint to them. You just couldn’t go against him. “Y/n…” He dragged your name out so sweetly that you felt butterflies in your stomach.

When you sighed and sunk into the seat, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He gave a cheerful, victorious grin before kissing your cheek. He got up to order from the counter, the fact that he took longer than a minute to place the order made you concerned.

With a wide grin, he found himself back by your side, eagerly holding your hand in his. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go overboard.” He bumped his shoulder against yours.

Shortly after, a waitress came to the table with four small plates on a large black tray, one with crab cakes, another with what seemed to be zeppole, the third had a slice of pineapple upside-down cake while the fourth had lobster paninis. Steam rose from the hot dishes with an exquisite aroma you had never experienced before. The rumbling of your stomach reminded you that you hadn’t eaten in a while.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot about drinks! Are you thirsty?” Bruno exclaimed, pressing his cheeks with his hands. He had the cutest puppy dog eyes like he had committed a grave sin by not asking if you needed a drink.

“Don’t worry we can get drinks later.” You held his hands and squeezed them gently. “I’m far more hungry than I am thirsty.” You used the side of your fork to cut open one of the crab cakes and bring a piece to your mouth.

He watched your lips as you chewed on the seafood meal. “What do you think?” Bruno asked with eager eyes.

You let out a loud groan of satisfaction. “I have never tasted crabcakes as good as this!”

“I told you they were good.” He gave a proud smirk before having a taste of it himself. Even though he came to this cafe so often, it seemed like the delectability of these meals still surprised him every time.

The music changed to something more soothing, Arrivederci Roma by Dean Martin. As a new wave of customers approached the front doors, Bruno used this as an opportunity to quickly order drinks.

You watched as a flock of kids rushed in with their parents in tow, fidgeting in a line behind Bruno as he placed his order. Despite the noise from the new guests, you could still make out the song, hidden under the layers of noise, and focussed on its calming aura.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to return with two mango smoothies in hand, placing them both on the table. “How has work been?” Bruno asked, sitting back down. His voice was gentle and laced with a hint of concern. “I hope you’ve had some time to rest.”

Your lack of response, along with the way your eyes darted to the side as you rubbed the back of your neck made his expression turn more serious.

“You should try to get at least some sleep. Are you eating properly?”

“I'm trying.” You shrugged your shoulders artlessly.

He exhaled deeply. “I know you are, but I don’t want you to work yourself to the bone.” His hand slipped to your waist as he shifted closer to you and ducked down to your ear. “But I hope you know how proud I am of you.”

“Bruno…” Your cheeks flared up at his praise. While it's expected for people in relationships to have such respect and love for each other, something about Bruno made getting this compliment to feel even greater than he probably intended. Maybe it was the way he whispered in your ear, or how his hand fit perfectly on your waist, but you just felt so peaceful and joyous at this moment.

“What?” Bruno snickered, noticing how bashful your expression was. “You know how proud I am of you, Bella? Having someone so intelligent and hardworking as my partner?” He pulled you into a tight embrace, nearly forcing the air out of your lungs as he kissed your forehead. “I feel like the luckiest person alive.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes at his enthusiasm. “You're so embarrassing, Bruno!”

You pulled away slowly before sinking into the seat, hands wrapped around Bruno’s arm. “So what about you? How have you been doing?” Bruno’s double life wasn’t unknown to you, and he at least tried to keep you in the loop on things, choosing to spare you from the more grizzly details that you were better off not knowing.

“Come here.” He beamed, tilting your head up for a kiss. Bruno was never the type to take part in public displays of affection, so having him kiss you, surrounded by strangers made your heart race.

“I’ve been okay…as good as I can be.” He shot you a quick smile before kissing your forehead. “I have more time to myself now, which means I can spend more time with you.” The past couple of weeks had been a bit hectic, with Bruno being more secretive than usual. The fact that you lived separately didn’t help with communication.

“Well, I’m very grateful for that.”

The new wave of customers had fully settled down now, taking over the long table and the rest of the seats, the new layer of noise almost completely blocking out the music. You and Bruno tucked into the rest of your meals, sipping happily on your tropical drinks as you talked about anything and everything new that had happened since the last time you properly saw each other. As the crowd began to whittle down, Bruno noticed how most of the beach-goers had started to pack up.

“Bella,” He turned to you, “How about we go for a walk?” He clutched your hand, leading you towards the shore, taking in the fresh air that danced along his skin.

“I love coming down here.” You sighed, watching the footprints you made in the sand. “We’re so lucky to live somewhere near the water.”

Bruno didn’t respond, instead, you found him crouching near a small pile of sand, holding something in his hands. “Here!” He beamed, handing you a seashell.

It was small and white, with pink wisps along its body. “Bruno, this is so cute.” You examined the shell closely, it was slightly chipped, and its colour was fading a little, but it was still so beautiful.

You continued your previous conversations, arm in arm you strolled down the beach. Some children scurried past you, playing with water guns, while their parents shouted from far, telling them to slow down before they hurt themselves. The casino and arcade were still open, and the cheers of winners were heard, along with the spinning of various cash machines.

As much as you were enjoying this pleasant walk down the beach, the heat was beating down on you, you could already feel sweat clinging to your body.

“I think I’ll faint if I stay under this sun anymore.” You laughed, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun so you could look up at your partner. He paused with a shy expression on his face before responding.

"How would you feel about coming over to mine?" Bruno asked, squeezing your hand slightly. This was not the first time you had gone round to his, so it was quite unusual of him to be so shy.

You giggled before squeezing his hand back. "I would love to."

The ride back to his was quiet, save for the wind blowing gently through the window, cooling down your warm skin. Despite it being well into the evening, the sun still shone as bright as ever. You watched as people cycled down the roads in shorts and tank tops, soaking in the summer heat of Naples, while a line of kids stood by an ice-cream van, waiting impatiently for something to cool them down. Restaurants and shops were open a little later than usual, taking advantage of the masses out enjoying the summer weather, their doors wide open and exuding unique scents and lively music into the streets.

The windows were down, causing a cool breeze to fill the car and soothe your warm skin a little, allowing you to relax into the comfortable seats of Bruno’s car. The drive was short but sweet so you were soon at your next destination.

It was times like this that you were grateful for the air conditioning unit set up in his home; otherwise, the thought of cuddling him on the sofa, like you were now, would be impossible.

You sat across his lap, tucking your head in the crook of his neck as he flicked through the TV channels.

At first, you settled on a cooking show, then a game show, then a sitcom, before eventually giving up after realising that no matter what was on TV you both just ended up conversing and blocking out whatever was on the screen.

"Thank you for coming out with me today," Bruno whispered, tracing circles with his finger on your back. "It means a lot to me that you came." Bruno never told you this, but he had never brought anyone to that cafe before, not friends nor previous girlfriends, this was something he felt he could share with only you.

"Well, I'm glad you invited me." You beamed, snuggling into his torso. Bruno was thankful that you faced away from him, lest you saw the rosiness of his cheeks. "We should go again."

There was a question that had been on your mind throughout the day, nothing serious, but something in your gut told you that it might be very personal to Bruno. “I didn’t know you liked cafes like that, is there any reason you wanted to come here?”

Bruno’s hand stopped caressing your back, you could almost feel his jaw clench.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push anything sensitive!”

“No, Bella…” He exhaled deeply, leaning his head against yours. "My parents used to go there a lot."

"Oh."

Bruno hadn’t told you much about his childhood. All you knew was that his parents separated when he was young, and his father passed away when he was 17. You never pushed him to explain anything more.

"They met there and we would go every weekend.” His hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it gently. “At least you know why I was desperate to make you like it.” He chuckled awkwardly, you could hear the lump in his throat.

Bruno’s mother was still a student, while his father was a trainee fisherman. They came from two different walks of life but were so strongly connected, there were things only the two of them could understand, more than their own families. His mother, Clara, asked out his father, Paolo, knowing fully well that he would be too reserved to confess his crush to her. It became their routine to visit that cafe, no matter how busy, stressed or tired they were. It seemed like all their troubles would melt away the moment they found themselves in each other’s arms.

A heavy silence filled the room as Bruno bit his lip and stared at the television screen.

"I think that’s sweet,” You whispered, trying to lift the mood. “It's such a cute cafe. I love being near the water and the food was amazing.”

He smirked and wrapped his arms around your body. “Did you? I hope I didn’t force you to like it.” In the pit of his stomach, he wished he never said anything about the cafe and his past with it, worried that he was tricking you into liking it.

“Of course, not Bruno. I think we both know that you can’t force me to do anything.” You hugged him back, letting his hands slip down to your hips.

“I guess you’re right.” Your heart warmed at his response, you were glad the tension had weakened slightly.

“Were there other things you did together?”

Bruno hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he recalled his childhood memories. "My dad loved golf." He chirped, making you look up from his neck. "I was so awful at it I wondered if he would just abandon me at the range." He face-palmed himself in embarrassment as he remembered how he couldn’t hold the clubs properly, not even considering his weak, poorly coordinated swing.

"I'm sure you weren't that bad!" You laughed, placing a hand on his chest and pushing your body off his so you could face him properly. You knew Bruno’s father was a fisherman, and Bruno grew up learning the tricks of the trade, but you never expected him to have a history of golf.

"No, I was. I was absolutely terrible, but being there with him was so much fun." Bruno adored his father more than anyone else, but for someone who he loved so much, he rarely spoke about him. You didn’t blame him, people deal with loss differently, Bruno fell on the quieter side of the spectrum, keeping those fond memories close to his heart, away from nosy people.

His father spent his Sundays at the range, quietly practising, using the time to clear his mind of any stress obtained during the week. From the moment Bruno was old enough to hold a club, he started begging his father to take him to the range, clutching his shirt and running to hide in the car before he could stop him. Paolo complied and would take Bruno out as often as possible. The only issue was that Bruno, as expected, would get tired and fall asleep quite quickly, waking up back in his bed or sometimes on the car ride home.

When his father’s stitches reopened and got infected, he could barely walk, talk less of going down to the docks to fish or practising at the range. The only thing that Bruno could do was sit by his bed, talk to him, and try to pretend like everything was okay, just enough to get them through this.

Bruno didn’t resent any of his memories, he didn’t feel sad for not staying awake during practices. As he got older and learnt more about how others lived through these situations, he found a certain joy in his heart. He was thankful that he was able to spend so much time with his father, and that even in his last moments, he knew how much Bruno loved him, and vice versa.

You could feel Bruno’s leg bounce lightly. It was like he wanted to open up, but didn’t know how to.

"Did you ever do stuff like that with your mother?" You asked innocently, tucking some of his hair behind his ear as you focused on his eyes.

"Baking, I made my first cake with her, a pineapple upside down cake." He smiled, looking down.

That explains his choice of cake today.

"You have to make it again!" You replied enthusiastically. The cake you had today tasted incredible, you’re a hundred percent sure that making it yourselves would be even better.

Bruno didn’t respond at first, he simply pulled you back into his body with you facing downwards so you couldn’t see his eyes. "Maybe that could be our next date."

"I’d love that." You wish you could have ignored the slight break in his voice, or how his fingers dug into your back as he swallowed uncomfortably. You held the side of his neck, feeling how hot his skin was. "Are you okay Bruno?"

"Yes, I'm fine." His breath was shaky.

"I’m sorry if I’ve made you upset by bringing this up, you don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, but if you do I’d love to listen.” You pressed soft kisses on his neck, a small gesture of affection.

“Don’t apologise to me, Bella, how could you make me upset?” He scoffed, holding back the tears that threatened to spill out. “I do have one particular memory…my parent’s anniversary, I ended up third-wheeling them at the restaurant because the babysitter cancelled.”

You snickered to yourself as you imagined a little Bruno, wedged between his well-dressed parents in a fancy restaurant. It's as if your light-heartedness made it easier for him to keep talking.

“My mother let me dance with her, I stood on her feet and she let me have the entire song.” A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the memory. His mother wore the most beautiful red dress he had ever seen, while his father wore a casual black suit. Everyone else in the main hall turned to look at the mother and son duo, some gasping at how beautiful his mother looked, while others whispered about how cute Bruno was, jumping around and struggling to move in time with his mother.

The thought of a young Bruno with rosy cheeks and big eyes, tugging his mother’s dress and wrapping his small fist around her fingers as he tried his best to follow the music with her was such a pure image. Your calm, collected, mature partner in such an innocent, playful setting was something you would love to see.

“That sounds adorable, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance before.”

“Good! I’m horrible at it.” His blunt response paired with the pout on his face made you chortle.

“Well, now I have to see it.” You brought your phone out of your pocket and opened YouTube. “What song was playing?”

Bruno knew what you were going to do so he opted to seal his lips. When he refused to answer, you just chose whatever came to mind first. That happened to be the song from the cafe, Arrivederci Roma.

You stood up from Bruno’s lap, holding out your hands in front of him.

Bruno grumbled and rolled his head back. “You really want me to dance with you? You’re so persistent,” He sighed and placed his hands in yours. “Well, how can I turn you down when you look so cute, mi tesora?”

The smile on your face that Bruno loved more than anything made it worth it.

You pressed play and let the music fill the room, allowing it to guide the flow of your bodies. Bruno’s hands found their way to your waist, using it to pull your body closer to his, while your arms hooked around his neck.

His eyes locked on yours in a way that sucked the air out of your lungs and made your heart beat heavier. Your bodies swayed side by side to the music, with Bruno’s thumbs tracing rhythmic circles and tapping beats on your back. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, allowing him to cup the side of your face with his thumb grazing your cheekbone.

You had expected that at this point in your relationship, you would be past the typical “crush symptoms”, but that simple contact made your stomach flip as if you were back at square one in your relationship. You could already feel your face heat up and the last thing you wanted was for him to notice and tease you.

Little did you know that Bruno was in the same predicament, he was currently fretting over whether his palms were sweaty and if you would notice.

There was something so…fulfilling at this moment like you had shed all your worries. Right now, it just felt like only you and Bruno existed.

“You’re so beautiful, mi bella, such mesmerising eyes, like they hypnotise me.”

“How can you say that when you have eyes like that, hm?” You stuck out your tongue teasingly. Bruno had the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen, from the way his long lashes curved, to the highlights that danced around his pupils. To you, having Bruno compliment your eyes was like having Da Vinci tell you the doodle in your notebook was a work of art.

“You should stay the night today.” His words were sharp and direct, taking you back a little.

“I should?”

“Mhm…” Bruno pushed his forehead against yours. “I’m not letting you out of my reach so early, not when today has been so perfect.” While Bruno could argue that every time he gets to see you feels perfect, the fact that he was able to open up with you is something he’ll cherish forever.

“You know I have to get up early for work tomorrow, right?” You groaned. One of your co-workers was off sick, you offered to take part of their shift the next day, meaning you had to go in earlier than usual.

“I’ll cook you breakfast and help you get ready.” He sang, before ducking down to peck your lips.

“And what about my uniform? My supervisor won’t like it if I don’t come in one.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at how you broke the kiss. “I’ll swing by yours while you shower and get it for you.”

The funny thing is, you knew he wasn’t kidding. Bruno would even take your shift for you if it meant he would get extra time to cuddle you in bed.

“Jeez, and you say I’m persistent.” You teased him with a poke to his chest.

“Why wouldn’t I when it comes to you?” His forehead bumped against the top of your head slightly, making you look up before he captured your lips once more. A hand moved up to hold the side of your neck, keeping your face towards him.

His kisses were more desperate than usual like he didn’t want this moment to end as only you could give him the comfort he desired so badly. His ears somehow tuned out the music in the background, the only things he could hear were his strong heartbeat and the gasps from your lips as he begged for them over and over again.

When he pulled away slowly for air, you didn't miss how pink his nose and cheeks were, though you suspected that your face was as warm and flustered as he was.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pushing you into his body while you hugged his slim waist. Your eyes were closed as you both listened to the final verse of the song. Dean Martin’s magnificent voice made you feel like you were floating in the air. Bruno's arms tightened around you, holding you like you were a precious vase that would shatter if he even thought to let go. At this moment, he felt that peace that only came when he was around you.

“The song’s nearly over, Bruno.” You whispered into his chest.

“Then let’s play it again.”

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bellarosethefangirl · 2 years

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Please could I request headcanons of the buccigang having a crush on someone who is protective of them :)

Author Note: Yes of course! Writing for the Bucci gang is my bread and butter! I love this scenario thanks for sending it in. I added Trish because I love her.

Bucci gang x Protective Crush! Reader Headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno would develop a crush on you for your kindness and friendliness toward him. There is no doubt you started out as an acquaintance who was saved by him from some creeps. There is a lot of shady people in Naples.

After forming a friendship with Bruno he will often talk to you and greet you when he see's you on the streets

His deeper feelings for you form when you're protective of him. Whether its sticking up for him when someone tries picking a fight with him, defending him when someone tries hurting him, or being worried about his well being.

Bruno certainly has friends that stick up for him but your protectiveness means a lot to him because you're no stand user nor mafioso. You're protective out of care and genuine platonic love.

Bruno soon falls hard and will begin returning these acts of friendship but he's also going to start courting you. Compliments, a treat he picked up from a bakery or restaurant, etc. He's quite charming and will begin kissing your hand to greet you as well. The boldest actions he'll do is gift you flowers or call you, Cara or Caro, dolcezza if you're feminine or tesoro if you're masculine

His friends definitely know of his crush on you because of they way he talks to you. His eyes are also extremely caring as if you're his significant other. They all see that Bucciarati is enamored with you they've known him for a long time. They'll like your protective self being around him seeing as Bruno has a tough life.

I think Abbacchio and Mista are the ones to tease Bucciarati the most but the others will make a comment or two when they see him with a bouquet or pastry for you

I imagine the strongest development of him forming feelings for you was when you stood right in front of him and blocked someone from hitting him. It's when he realized why you're so protective and caring or how you don't care who stands in your way when someone you care for is hurt.

Panacotta Fugo 🍓💚

Fugo would form a crush on you for both your protectiveness and concern for his well being. It also may have to do with the fact you have a good understanding of his introverted side. It doesn't deter you from interacting with him. I imagine you met him at a coffee shop or cafe and formed a friendship.

After forming a friendship with him he will often tell you about the latest "crap" with Narancia and Mista he had to put up with. He also tells you about the latest movie or book he's read. When you randomly see him and go up to him he's thankful for having a friend outside of the mafia. It also makes him feel normal.

Fugo's crush developed when you had an understanding of his anger and proved how protective you can be. Preventing his friends from pranking him to avoid his outbursts he hates about himself, warning him about mafioso or trouble when you know its in the area, reminding him to be careful when he's out on the streets alone, and most importantly telling off someone who dares tries pissing him off or trying to start a fight with him.

Your protectiveness meant a lot to him because hardly anyone has cared for him in his life. He's thankful having someone like you in his life.

Fugo isn't sure how to deal with his feelings for you at first. He was avoiding how he felt about you because he didn't think he was good enough for you but when his crush on you develops into something stronger he lets these feelings take over naturally. He's never felt this way before and it truly brings him happiness. He'll certainly try acts of services and being there for you at all costs.

When he starts courting you he'll try impressing you with his knowledge and piano playing skills. I think he will order your favorite drinks/foods when you both meet for coffee or cafes. He'll become a bit bashful around you especially when you're wearing something that compliments you very well. If he see's something he knows you have been wanting he will purchase it for you.

The boldest action Fugo does is placing his hand on yours while telling you how important you are to him like how grateful he is or when he comforts you. He also offers his arm to link with yours if you're feeling anxious, sad, etc.

Bruno, Narancia, and Mista know for a fact Fugo has a crush on you and they're exposing him to the others in the gang. Narancia and Mista often tease so they end up getting chased by an embarrassed Fugo. Bruno may make a comment or two but he won't be teasing he'll simply share how he's happy for him. The others only tease Fugo when he gets flustered about you. Its obvious he adores you because his eyes lights up and he gives you sweet smiles only reserved for you. It doesn't help he's an absolute gentlemen around you! They don't see that side of him.

The gangs thoughts vary but they approve of you. They don't approve of Fugo taking his time to ask you out. Mista and Abbacchio often tell Fugo to hurry up and just do it. Bruno and Giorno simply tell him it will work out. Narancia and Trish think you're out of his league meanwhile Mista says he likes underdogs getting their shot.

Fugo's stronger feelings for you develop when you calm down his anger and tell off the opposing stranger that pissed him off. He knows you're understanding about his anger and it means a lot to him that you defend him.

Guido Mista 💙❤️

He would fall for you because you'd do anything for him and vice versa. He thinks you're the perfect one him. You both met because he saved you from some mafioso trying to rob you.

After you two form a friendship he will often wave to grab your attention or he’ll give you one of his random questions or other shenanigans

Your loyalty to him as a friend is very endearing to him. All these qualities are very attractive to him.

He is head over heals for you. Mista will look to you as though you’re on the cover of a magazine every time he see’s you.

He Mista has no problem showing you how he feels. He will flirt with you all the time. You’ll be on the receiving end of his endless charm. He is the type to compliment you and give you all kinds of nicknames.

The boldest move he does is sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around you when he talks to you

Of course all his friends know about his feelings for you! He’s always staring and marching right over to you. He’s super honest but even without him speaking about what's on his mind he is always staring at you

Narancia and Fugo will tease Mista about you and even tell him you’re out of his league but Mista is too confident. Trish and Abbacchio agree with them. They’d be surprised if you end up with him. Giorno and Bruno are happy for their friend but wish he’d ease up on the flirting since you seem confused by it. Giorno is also the best wingman and often helps Mista impressing you.

The moment Mista knew he was falling hard for you was when you defended him from an opposing mafioso trying to hurt him. You ran away with Mista to safety and told him you’d always be there for him.

Narancia Ghirga 💜🧡

Narancia finds your loyalty and protectiveness the most attractive traits. He has trust issues but learns you’re a true friend he can rely on. He often wonders why you’re so protective of him until you become close friends.

You two first met when he was getting picked on by a group of shady men and you decided to help him out. You had no idea he knew how to fight nor grew up on the streets. He was very grateful and surprised by your actions. Ever since then he gets so excited seeing you

He adores your protectiveness and cherishes it immensely. He has been betrayed and lied to so your honesty and protectiveness mean a lot to him so he quickest to fall for you due to this reason

He will court you in the cutest of ways constantly giving you gifts he either made himself or thought you’d enjoy such as cotton candy, an extra pizza slice, a soda, CD of your favorite artist, homemade wooden statue of your favorite animal he carved, and jewelry. He’ll compliment you often too.

The boldest move from Narancia would be hugging you constantly. He’ll also grab your hand to pull you somewhere without thinking

Fugo and Bruno are the first to know Narancia has a huge crush on you because of the serene look he makes when he see’s you. The boy also gets super defensive and embarrassed when someone decides to tease him. The others know because its obvious. They often tease Narancia and easily avoid his turmoil

Fugo and Trish think you’re out of his league but the others think you’re very kind and trustworthy since you’ve proven to be as protective of him as they are. Fugo, Mista, and Giorno are the main wingmen but the others will help if they’re able to

Narancia had grown the biggest crush on you when you saved him from getting hit with a weapon one dangerous night. You might a snarky remark that made him laugh. He was so impressed and ever thankful. You even patched up some of his scratches. Narancia knew you were the one for him in that very moment.

Leone Abbacchio 💜⏩

Abbacchio is the one to take the longest to form feelings for you. It takes time for him to warm up to someone. Your protectiveness doesn’t go unnoticed and he wonders why you protect him at first. He admires it a lot and in return is protective of you.

You two will be meeting at a restaurant when some drunk idiots try giving him trouble. It was three drunks and you decide to help out Abbacchio. You two would become friends shortly after he picks up your tab out of gratitude.

After forming a friendship he developed a small crush on you but since he doesn’t think he’s good enough it will be a while until he does something about it.

Since you’re so protective of him he will often give you thankful looks and open up slowly but surely. He’ll tell you about his hobbies and favorite music.

When he realizes how strong his feelings are for you he’s going to slowly accept it and begin courting you. Abbacchio does acts of service or shares his belongings with you. He’ll pay for your tabs, allow you to barrow his CDs, let you have some of his wine, do your makeup. It’s as if you’re dating him. He’ll flirt with you and take you to the bar often.

The boldest move he’ll do is call you beautiful or hot when he flirts. I can see him telling you that you have permission to sit on his lap with a smug expression on his face.

Mista and Bruno would immediately know Abbacchio’s feelings for you. He doesn’t do his acts of service for anyone. Also he actually smiles and waves at you. The rest of the gang will finally understand when they see Abbacchio flirting with you.

Mista is going to be the wingman and so is Bucciarati. The others will help if they can. I think they’ll all think you’re good for Abbacchio. You make him happy and you’re very protective of him. I think out of everyone Bruno is the happiest for him. Abbacchio only gets teased by Fugo, Mista and Narancia but it’s all in good fun. He’s mature about it but there are times when he gives witty remarks.

Abbacchio fell for you and realized it when you two were at a bar and some imbeciles picked a fight with him while he was a bit drunk himself. You know he wasn’t in the right mindset so you protected him by beating the shit out of the drunks and helping him out the bar. He felt for cared for. You really had his back and he was sure to thank you.

Giorno Giovanna 🐞💛

Giorno is forever thankful for your protectiveness over him. Not many look out for him. He’s learned to read people very well so he knows you truly care for his well being

You meet Giorno at an airport where he’s being confronted by someone trying to steal his money. When you come along and help him he thinks it was pretty badass of you.

When you continue to protect him from dangers or stick up for him he will be truly grateful and in turn be protective of you

You two became fast friends so you’ve quickly learned about his dream when you warned him to be more careful. Giorno thinks you’re a very admirable person so he enjoys your company and seeks it. I think he’ll ask you to accompany him to bakeries and gelato or his trips to makeup stores carrying expensive facial products

When he has a crush on you he’ll often buy you expensive products from several places you enjoy. He does his homework and makes sure you receive the best gifts from him. He’ll be a gentlemen and be sure to do all he can to impress you. He’ll even give you flowers or gelato out of nowhere if you like them or aren’t having the best day. Giorno will also compliment you and flirt.

The boldest action from Giorno are his pet names for you or how he’ll kiss your hand or cheek

Mista easily figures out Giorno’s crush on you and he totally exposes him. Mista and the others are going to be wingmen to help out their friend if need be. They think Giorno picked out someone wonderful and are happy for him.

He realizes his deeper feelings for you much later but when he does it was a moment he was in the middle of a mission and he was in deep trouble due to his injuries. You happened to be in the area and saw him in danger. Giorno felt bad for the stand user after they got their ass handed to them by you. You kept telling the enemy to never harm your friend again or they’d get the beating of their life. You helped him with his injuries and he felt so cared for. He was incredibly happy despite all the pain he was going through.

Trish Una 💗➗

Trish can certainly protect herself but she is feeling pretty special being protected by you. You make her feel loved so she’s adoring you a lot. She easily warms up to you because of this.

You meet Trish at a clothing store. Some jerks wouldn’t stop flirting and being creepy so you took it upon yourself to get them off her back. They tried ganging up on you but you handled it like a champ. She was impressed.

After forming a friendship due to bumping into her coincidentally at shops she often invites you to go shopping with her. She enjoys all her time with you. Becoming fast friends was easy but developing a crush was twice as easy for her.

Your protectiveness felt so genuine and caring to her. She missed that because only a handful of people cared for her so much.

She does plenty of acts of service but she’s also a bit of a fan girl so she’ll begin hugging you and running to you when she sees you. She will want to pamper you by letting her use some of her beauty products (this extends to skincare and hair care). She also picks out outfits for you and shares her French water with you. When she sees expensive chocolate you’re getting some from her.

The boldest move she does is her cute compliments and holding your hand

Narancia and Bruno would immediately know about her crush followed by the others who will be happy for her. Trish has such high standards so they know she must admire you for a good reason. When they notice how protective you are for her they’re all grateful because they know about her background. She doesn’t need wingmen because she’s quite flirty and cute around you. It’s hard resisting her charm.

She truly knew her crush for you formed when she was chased by a group of men trying to pull her into an alley. When you went out of your way to save her she was eternally grateful. She thought it was so impressive you took on all those men on your own. She’s the stand user yet still had trouble.

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avikats66 · 2 years

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Bucci Gang and Food: Habits, History, and Preferences

Food can say a lot about a character - let’s see how with the Bucci gang. The following will contain a combination of canon and canon compliant or based headcanon.

Giorno

History

- In Japan, a very young Giorno was forced to eat packaged snacks and cold leftovers - mostly chicken and rice - while his mother left him alone at the apartment to go out and party

- Later in Italy as he grew older and more capable, Giorno tried to learn to prepare his own food, but was often scared to occupy the kitchen and “get in the way” or “make a mess” with cooking and dishes due to his mother and step-father

- As a result he mostly learned to make quick, simple, and/or prepackaged meals and plain snacks such as sandwiches, canned soup, salads, raw fruits and vegetables, and package pastas

- After taking up pickpocketing and scamming, Giorno started using some of the money he obtained to eat out at cafes and small restaurants away from home where he could enjoy well-prepared food in peace without the presence of his parents

Favourite Foods

- Chocolate: Chocolate was a very rare treat for young Giorno and was always savoured and throughly enjoyed whenever he had the chance to eat some

- Pudding: As a quick and easy to make snack (from the box at least), Giorno ate a fair amount of pudding growing up as it was simple and quick for either him or his mother to whip up, and it was more enjoyable than cold leftovers

- Octopus Salad: A more flavourful dish he occasionally got leftovers of in Japan (which was also intended to be eaten cold), octopus salad also happens to be a dish made in Italy, and little Giorno took to Italian octopus salad due to the familiarity and positive association

Least Favourite Foods

- Poultry: As a young child in Japan Giorno was left alone in his room with leftovers, forbidden form/unable to use the oven or other appliances to heat his food. Being forced to eat long-cold leftover chicken rice and yakitori turned him off of white meat due to the unpleasant texture and the associated memories of neglect and abandonment

- Duck Meat: He once heard about foie gras (force-feeding) ducks and has avoided any kind of duck meat since

Eating Habits

- Due to his past he can stomach eating most things without complaint, but whenever possible he prefers to eat foods that he favours and/or are of high quality

- He consciously tires to eat healthy and provide his body with proper nutrition to fuel his growing brain/body and daily mental/physical performance

- Giorno enjoys sweets, treats, and junk food, but he also has great self-control and monitors his intake to prevent overindulgence

Cooking

- He can prepare basic meals and follow simple instructions in the kitchen

- However, he has very little experience cooking from scratch

Bucciarati

History

- Growing up his mother made lots of delicious home-cooked meals, often using fresh market ingredients and fish caught by her husband, and a young Bruno would often help her by fetching and prepping ingredients

- After his mother left, Bruno took over making meals for himself and his father, who lacked both the time and the know-how

- Bruno became a good cook and sometimes baker as a result

Favourite Foods

- Spaghetti alla bottarga and oven-baked porcini mushrooms with scallops: His mother and father’s favourite dished respectively

Least Favourite Foods:

- Beans and apples: just doesn’t care for the taste/texture, idk

Eating Habits

- Knows the importance of eating healthy - especially for growing teenagers like Fugo, Narancia, and later Giorno, whose intakes he tries to monitor without being nosy or over controlling

- Enjoys both cooking and eating good, healthy meals

Cooking

- A good cook, especially with fish, but can make other dishes as well as bake

- Gets everyone to eat all their recommended amount of nutrients and different food groups by cooking them into various dishes

Abbacchio

History

- Would sometimes help his mother out in the kitchen growing up, and after moving out he learned how to cook for himself

- Had a liking for wine before the alcoholism

Favourite Foods

- White WIne (Greco di Tufo): idk I haven’t come up with any headcanons yet

- Arugula Salad: idk I haven’t come up with any headcanons yet

- Pizza Margherita: idk I haven’t come up with any headcanons yet

Least Favourite Foods

- None: Abbacchio’s not a picky eater and will eat most whatever he has/is given to him even if he doesn’t care for it

Eating Habits

- A fairly big eater in order to maintain his muscle mass [those tiddies (° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

- Went through detox but still drinks wine almost daily with or without meals, partly because he cant’t completely give up alcohol but also because he just likes the taste

- Watches his alcohol consumption so as to not fall back into old habits and become dependant again

Cooking

- A decent cook and enjoyer of wine

- Knows more about cooking in theory than in practice

- A better casual connoisseur than chef

Fugo

History

- Parents had a specific diet laid out for him as a child chosen to help maximize his health and development with daily meal plans based on latest research and studies containing all recommended food groups and nutrients

- Dinner was eaten “as a family” with Fugo and his parents (and sometimes other relatives or guests), in a very formal and tense atmosphere

- Occasionally he got to bake with his grandmother when he was awarded free time to spend with her, and he enjoyed his favoured desserts she’d bake specifically for him during these times

- After Bucciarati took him in he tried to teach him to cook but Fugo never really took to it

Favourite Foods

- Strawberries: has dear memories of picking and eating them with his grandma from her garden, and after he first took a liking to them she preserved and incorporated them into many desserts for him whenever he was able to visit

- Baked Desserts: wasn’t allowed any candy or many sweets as a child but for the pastries and treats his grandma made for him, which were special treats he got to eat with her

Least Favourite Foods

- Red Meats: ate a lot of fancy and expensive meat dishes during formal and family dinners, and though he never liked the a lot of the textures he had to force them down anyways

- Greasy Foods: he doesn’t like messy hand foods which get his hands dirty/sticky/oily, and really greasy fast food tends not to agree with him either

Eating Habits

- Doesn’t like to eat big meals and prefers to snack at odd times throughout the day/night, often while working on something like paperwork

- Will forget or outright neglect to feed himself if he gets really engrossed in a project and/or upset at self for a perceived failing

- Despite how much he enjoyed strawberries and desserts he only indulges in them occasionally, and seems to prefer to keep his liking of them to himself

Cooking

- Bucciarita tried to teach him how to cook but he never took to it as he gets easily frustrated by mistakes and unexpected deviations and doesn’t have the patience to do it either

- Despite this he seems to enjoy baking, though he’s never verbally admitted it

Narancia

History

- His mother saw that he was well fed as a child, but after her death and Narancia’s move to the streets food was harder to come by

- After being abandoned by his gang he started going hungry, scrounging leftovers from the trash or wherever else he could get them

- After joining Passione Bucciarati again made sure he was well fed

Favourite Foods

- Pizza (Margherita with mushrooms): him and his mother’s favourite dish they would order and restaurants or make at home to eat together

- Orange Juice: took a liking to it as a child and after his mother told him about the high vitamin C he continued drinking it regularly

Least Favourite Foods

- Spicy Foods: just doesn’t handle heat well and starts tearing up and turning red with even mild spice

Eating Habits

- A voracious eater, both during his childhood and later as a teen with the gang

- Eats most food so long as it’s not spicy, though he’s not fond of meat dishes

- Will put unusual combinations of food together

- Hoards food and treat, has a sweet tooth and love of candy

Cooking

- Disaster in the kitchen who needs to be carefully guided and supervised when cooking or helping out

- Will happily help out in the kitchen but everyone has collectively agreed never to let him be wholly in charge of a meal ever again

Mista

History

- Never wanted for food growing up in a big family on farmland with lots of homemade leftovers and fresh or canned fruits/vegetable always available

- After moving to the city to live on his own he couldn’t be bothered to cook from scratch and mostly ate prepackaged meals and whatever he could get for cheap at the store or market

Favourite Foods

- Tuscan White Beans: his favourite food growing up on the farm

- Trippa: has a liking for hearty meat dishes

- Pizza: available as either handmade cuisine or fast and easy prepackaged meal

Eating Habits

- Won’t eat raw fruits or vegetables unless they are fresh and high quality, probably because these were the high standards he was used to growing up on a farm

- Enjoys homemade and/or high-end dishes and cuisine but loves processed and/or junk food just as much

- A big eater and will steal food off of other people’s plates

Cooking

- Could never be bothered to learn and still will not be bothered to try cooking for self

- On rare occasions he is in the kitchen, his lack of concern for details and time/effort saving shortcuts often cause problems

- He is aware of the flaws in his cooking and readily admits them, citing them as reasons why he should not cook

Trish

History

- Her mom always ensured that she and Trish had sufficient quality and quantity of food, even if they were stretched a bit thin at times

- Donatella also treated herself and her daughter to various higher end/expensive/exotic food and treats when possible

Favourite Foods

- Perrier Mineral Water: a more affordable and healthier fancy drink than other alternatives

- Salads: a staple food at home, easily made and customizable with various toppings and seasonings

- Crab: a favourite treat at restaurants on a night out

Least Favourite Foods

- Pizza: doesn’t like the greasy hand-held part of eating it

- Orange Juice: thinks the flavour is too strong and it clashes horribly with lots of other tastes

Eating Habits

- A fairly dainty and rather picky eater, has certain standards and requirements for the food she eats and won’t accept anything that doesn’t meet them

Cooking

- Learned to prepare food for herself as kid while her mom worked and is a fairly good cook for a teenager

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plushienanami · 3 years

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Okay I read your bio and see that requests are open, so- I have a family friend who keeps pressuring my mom to let her set me up with this guy my age who she helps and I did make an effort to get to know him but honestly he’s kind of weird and kept asking to date me despite not knowing anything about me and he’s also asked my friends to date them too. I told him no each time but he kept pressing. My mother let my family friend know about this behavior but instead of asking him to stop, the family friend kept pushing my mom to convince me to give him another chance. She told my mom that she thinks he and I have a similar sense of humor and even suggested to her that they plan a meetup for me and him at the mall even though I expressed I don’t like him. My mom said no. It makes me very angry that the family friend doesn’t seem to care about my feelings in the situation. I hadn’t expected her to react like that so I do feel angry and betrayed. How would Team Bucciarati (plus Trish, if you write for her) react to their friend telling them about this and expressing their frustration about it? Platonic and non yandere, please. Thank you!

I am very sorry that you have to go through that, I know exactly how you feel. It’s really frustrating and my heart goes out to you. I’m glad your mom is able to see and recognize your feelings. I do hope in the future that your family friend will get it straight you are completely uninterested. Keep strong and I know that everything will work out anon. I know I am not much help, but if ever need to talk I’ll be here. Now to the prompt at hand !💓

Bucci Gang Reacting to S/O with a Close Relation Problem

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Giorno Giovanna:

Giorno will catch onto your sunken spirit. With you being such a close person he holds to his heart, he will do anything to make you feel better.

When the news breaks, Giorno will become frustrated and very upset. He has some distrust towards adults and hates when their expectations are like that.

He does his best to comfort you by taking you down for a nice walk in a rural area of Naples he would sometimes go to as a child when his family situation went out of control. He would also take you to a small cafe and would love to drink a cup of tea with you to calm down your flared feelings.

Once you two get back to the manor you both live in along with the others, he takes you to the gardens to let you two listen to the calming flowing water of the marble-carved fountain.

Giorno would also use GER to make the flowers bloom around you. Their sweet calming scent adds more serotonin from the already calming fountain.

He wouldn’t do anything rash and honestly just wants to get your mind off the fact of everything going on.

Before retiring for the night, he stops you to reassure you that he will always be there for you and that there will always be light in the future.

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bucciarati will notice how distant you have been from the group lately. You haven’t been avoiding them per se, just not as energized as you always were.

He sends everyone out on a mission leaving you along with him. Bucciarati will offer you a cup of your preferred beverage choice and would want to have a talk with you.

After hearing about all your troubles, he is literally torn. You haven’t uttered a word of it to the others, keeping to yourself in silence. Immediately he will hug you and pat your back.

Bucciarati will refrain from sending you on missions, maybe only to run a few errands, but not too much. He will want you to reflex and take it slow with him by your side if you ever need to vent.

Honestly, Bucciarati would be the type to contact the said family friend because he wouldn’t want this to keep going. He’s very curt and professional about it, wanting to resolve it as soon as possible.

Although in the meanwhile, he would cater to you. Bringing you favorite food, drinks, your favorite music artist, also possibly buying you one of the newest Nokia modeled phones for your own other personal uses.

Bucciarati is just a twenty-year-old mom in the mafia.

Guido Mista:

You confront him first about it, wanting to talk to him because you two are the closest throughout the group.

He needs to take a moment to process all the words you vented to him and then would start yelling how “bullshit” it was.

Mista will be the first to take care of it for you, which leads you to frantically reassure the plotting gunman down from his crazy thoughts.

He would then usher you out to have some good food, which he meant pizza.

Mista is the type to try to giggle your problems away and get you caught up in the moment to forget the problem at hand. He isn’t as irresponsible as Narancia, but he does have his moments.

It’s just “Ah ah ah! What did I say?! No talking about that when we’re about to dig into this delicious pizza!”

You can’t help but laugh and go along with Mista’s plans. He does his job and does it well.

Mista at the end of the day would confront Bucciarati about it knowing that he would be able to handle it much more reasonable than he could.

Mista would remain by your side until the whole ordeal is taken care of, laughing and bringing even joy to your life.

Narancia Ghirga:

You vent to him after he started to whine that you were being uncanny and unfun. Narancia does get in childish fits and this causes the pent-up stress to finally take its toll.

Narancia will stare and blink at you in shock. His once energetic exterior is ruined as he literally deflates on spot.

He glomps onto you and it sounds like he was almost about to cry. It turns into a venting session because how the two of you don’t really vent to the others much. Out of all the other members, he is the one who reacts to it super emotionally. For example with him starting to cry, tug at you, then the next moment being his chipper self again as he starts bouncing up and down trying to get you to give him attention.

Just like Mista, he takes you to his fav pizza place or you just chill in his room listening to his favorite western rap. Literally just like Mista but more touchy and whiny.

He would confront Bucciarati but on the situation at hand. More like he just needs help on the best way to comfort someone.

Narancia is also totally the type if they encounter your family friend, he would absolutely go feral. The switchblade comes out and he just reenacts that whole Fugo with the fork ordeal.

Leone Abbacchio:

He kind of forces it out of you. Unlike Bucciarati, he corners you in a room and tells you to spit it out.

Abbacchio will just stand there, the more you go on the more his face darkens. His eyes completely blinded by the long locks of hair that adorned his head.

He is overall pissed, pissed more out of everyone else in the group. You have to stop him from storming out of the room and just wanting to hug him for support.

During this time, this is when Abbacchio’s guard is down. You can ask him to almost do anything and he would comply with it. Just like the others he wants to make you happy!

When you ask to use his lipstick, he would hand it over with a puff. Wanting to try on his clothes? Sure, he would just need to make sure to give you the newest and clean batch.

Anything that gives you little slices of joy, he would agree to do so. He went through a time when he was emotionally vulnerable and had no one to really be there for him.

He may not react much, but for sure he does feel for you the most.

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is just like Abbacchio with how to comfort you during your troubles. At least unlike Abbacchio, he is more tender and tries to understand how you feel.

He sympathizes with the whole expectation thing since all his life he was bombarded with them, especially with the people close to him.

He awkwardly hugs you and tries to convince you that you will be alright. As I said, Fugo isn’t the best with comfort but he will try because he hates seeing how distressed you look.

Fugo would offer you a reading session or have some tea, although that’s what the two of you normally do. He would also like to talk walks with you just like Giorno, as he does this to clear his mind whenever he gets in one of his fits or is ever bothered by something.

Oh and he would love to bake with you. Bake some nice strawberry cake for the two of you to enjoy to get your mind off of your troubles.

By the end of the day he just wants you to know no matter how awkward or displaced he acted, he will always support you.

Trish Una:

She senses it with her cool-girl observation powers, like when she would just sit there silently and watch kinda thing.

When you’re sitting on the sofa or just laying on your bed, she will make her move. Trish will sit right next to you and just get straight to the point. Her deadpan voice even added to the tiny interrogation.

Once you tell her, her shoulders slug a bit as her eyes flicker towards your carpeted ground. Hesitantly she would reach her hand over and hold it, letting in a few squeezes as she runs on a monologue on how much you mean to her and to not let it get you down.

She’s very sincere even through her harsh words. Trish may somewhat insult your family friend in front of you and you’re just like sitting there listening as she does so.

Trish is also the type to relieve your stress on shopping. Just the two of you on a bestie date buying the cutest stuff for the both of you. Pampering yourselves away.

She also gets pretty protective of you, not letting the other guys in the house come to talk to you or make some corny dirty joke while you just like burnt out.

Most likely she’ll coop you up in her room and just give you a whole facial or something just relaxing that would make you go back to your old cheerful self.

Forget about the others, you need to worry about the next coat of polish on your nails.

Next time someone wants to request a headcanons with the bucci gang, I need them to be specific if it’s them whole or each individual. I think both are good concepts so just for future reference ig??? You all don’t have to do it if you don’t want too 😳

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katchcern · 10 months

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My sketch drawn at Cafe Bucciarati, Taipei’s premier JoJo themed cafe~

#sketch #sketchbook #cafe bucciarati #Taiwan #Taipei #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #Johnny Joestar #Gyro Zeppeli #steel ball run #Bruno Bucciarati

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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ok but like- lets say you at giogio are married engaged, and you decide to take him to your hometown (small fishing village, close knit community kinda like mother bruno) and he just completely relaxes, unlocks his inner child, and y'all have a flour fight making pasteries bc there's only local food :)

also hello, new anon,

habeo nomen Porygon :]

Aww hi new nonnie, (porygon anon I assume) welcome 🤗🥰👋

Ah! But how blessed is that though, omg, accept this tiny morsel as a welcome token.

Interlacing your fingers through Giorno's you noticed the change in the air almost instantly as you drove further away from Naples and closer to the tiny fishing village you grew up in. It was only a matter of time before you exposed him to your past, having agreed to share your life with him, you wanted to gift him both your future and your past. And so you found yourself driving towards your childhood home, the sunshine catching the tasteful gem adorning your left ring finger as the wind danced about you, rearranging your hair in the loveliest way.

Before long you found yourselves in the charming little cottage, and you relished in its understated quality, feeding your nostalgia with each creaky floorboard and ill-timed step. Giorno examined the place with a furrowed brow, but wanted to embrace the experience after seeing the sparkle in your eyes as you told him stories of your childhood adventures.

It was a different feeling, being able to walk around so freely, and Giorno had appreciated the liberty, having long forgotten what it felt like to move around abandoning his defenses... the anonymity your home afforded him was altogether too refreshing. Deciding to take advantage of the glorious weather, you chartered a boat to show off your sailing skills. It was a rare sight, the don with his beautiful curls enhanced by the salty sea air, unbound about his shoulders, his pretty green eyes almost taking on the hues of the vast ocean before him. He was calm, his smile pure, he was completely untroubled by the stresses of his everyday life.

After a few failed attempts at fishing, and wishing you had paid attention to Bucciaratis tutorials, you both gave up and made your wa back to shore, deciding to get some ingredients to make Giorno's favorite pastries seeing that they weren't readily available in any of the little cafes that dotted the shoreline... one of the minor inconveniences of being in a place that small.

Neither of you were perturbed though- it couldn't be that difficult for two capable adults to knock out a few treats. Armed with an armful of supplies and supposedly foolproof recipe lovingly described to you by the kind shopkeeper who sold you the goods, you and Giorno took a slow walk home, savoring the sunshine and each other's precious company. The tender moment had descended into chaos when it became painfully evident that you both had heard two sets of instructions, each insisting that their own was the correct one. After depleting almost all of your supplies, an unfortunately timed sneeze had sent most of the flour into Giorno's face, coloring his handsome but annoyed face a ghostly white, your cute face matching his not too long after as he smothered your laughing form in kisses puffing the remnants of the white powder all over you, sending you both into a fit of laughter catching glimpse of the silly sight in the reflection of the window.

Having resigned to the fact that neither of you were going to satisfy your sweet tooths, you both had gotten cleaned up and spent the rest of the day meandering about the cottage and resting in each other's arms. It was in moments like those Giorno had realized you both didn't need much to be happy, not even a treat would do, when your love for him was so pure, and his mind was blissfully consumed by thoughts of you.

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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Yandere Prompt Event- Bucciarati and Abbacchio with 95, 96 and 129 (SFW)

You always like arriving first.

The cafe you are sitting in is busy- good, but it still lies well within Bucciarati’s territory- very bad. The waitresses all look at you as though they know what is is you’ve gotten yourself into. This isn’t the first time you’ve used this as a meeting spot.

Hopefully, you won’t need to come here again.

Your eyes dart up as the doorbell rings. Bruno Bucciarati and his accomplice, Leone Abbacchio, step inside, the former giving a curt smile to the waitress as the latter scours the room from you. Your stomach sinks. They’re here.

“Tesorina mia,” Bruno softly exclaims as he crosses the floor towards you. He smiles as he reaches your table, pulling out a seat first for Leone and then himself, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes the way it usually does. That unnerves you a lot.

“Wanna tell us what that look’s for?” Leone grumbles. You almost shrink back in fear, the terror in your face uncontrollable. Leone leans forward with eyes of fire. “Why are you so afraid of me?” he presses you, each word critical and icy clear.

“Leone, please,” Brunosaves you. “There’s no need for that, our little Topolina’s just a bit socially anxious, yes?”

“Yes,” you concur. “Sorry, Leone.”

“Now,” Bruno brings you both back on track. “First of all I wanted to give my thanks for your coming here. It is most kind of you to agree to keep meeting with us, especially when I cantell the stress you’ve been under lately.”

“Well, it was uhh, the least I could do,” you respond procedurally. “You saved me, from that awful situation. It was the least I could do to pay you back.”

Bruno smiles again, and this time, it seems just a tad more genuine. Did you imagine how he looked before.

“You’re very sweet, darling,” Bruno says, as though he doesn’t know he’s practically forcing you to continue seeing them in spite of your clear discomfort in their presence. You’re snapped out of your thoughts as his smile falls. “But I must say we’ve been a little concerned, lately. If there’s something we should know, it’s alright for you to tell us.”

“I… um…” panic fills you. Do they know? “Everything is fine! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t play coywith us!” Leone demands. “We know who you’ve been seeing!”

“Seeing?” you respond perplexed. “But I haven’t been seeing anyone except my friends! You were always fine with that before!”

“Darling, darling,” Bruno hushes you. “What we’re concerned about is less who you’re seeing, but what they’ve been saying to you. Nothing else.”

“You’ve been spying on me? What the hell is wrong with you?!” you snap, regretting it at once. Bruno looks saddened. Leone looks angered.

“Darling, do you really not believe we’d do it to protect you?” Bruno asks.

“I knew it! They said something to you, didn’t they? They’re only trying to tear us apart! But it’s okay, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen!” Abbacchio half-shouts, rising to his feet. A few patrons look around, but don’t intervene. Bruno gets up swiftly after him, placing a warning hand on your chest. “Leone, there’s no need for that. If they’ve been lead astray, we need to be gentle with them.”

You really don’t like the way they’re talking about you. If only you hadn’t been so foolish as to sit against the wall you would be fleeing right now. You sink against the back of your chair.

“Look, I don’t want to argue I just-”

“Darling,” Bruno interrupts you firmly. “Are you or are you not making plans to get away from us?”

Your breath spasms. You want to cry but you’re trying desperately not to. Bruno puts his hand on your wrist, both a comfort and a warning. “Tell us, Tesoro,” he demands.

“Yes!” You blurt out. “I’ve had enough! You want to be my boyfriends but I don’t! And every time I tell you this you just become pushier! So for the love of god Bruno, I don’t want to see you again!”

For a moment, Bruno and Leone both go terrifyingly still. Should you run? Should you beg? Bruno wipes a strand of hair from his eyes and sighs. Time is up.

“We didn’t want to do this (y/n), but you leave us no choice. Rest assured that, as always, this is for your own good. Leone?”

Leone, sitting closest to you out of the two, withdraws something from his pockets. It presses against your abdomen. Knife.

“Bruno- you-”

“Don’t be scared. We just going to get in the car back to our place and then it will all be okay,” Bruno insists.

“You wouldn’t-”

“No, we wouldn’t. We aren’t going to hurt you at all. But you are going to come with us.”

Your chest sinks as you realise you don’t have a choice. Wiping away tears, you stand on shaky feet and make your way with them to the door. Bruno puts an arm over your shoulder and rubs it gently. “You’re ours. You hear me? ours. They can try to steal you away from us, but I won’t let them.”

#TG's Yandere Event #yandere cw #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #leone abbacchio #leone abbacchio x reader

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costellos · 3 years

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Got any blogs you recommend?

OH BOY DO I. before I begin, though, I know I have quite a few minors following me on this blog. I ask that you please respect these writers’ boundaries if they specifically state they’re 18+! it’s an uncomfortable situation for everyone involved, and by interacting with their blog, you’re violating the terms of their consent. I’ve included quite a few sfw blogs for you to look at, so by all means -- look all you like!

@densecloud | multi-fandom

favorite piece: what else can I do, except adore you? | ryomen sukuna (jjk)

BOY OH BOY. I love Leslie and literally everything she puts out there!!! she tends to focus on fluff and domestic pieces. and I know this is a given with these genres, but everything she writes is soooo comforting. not in a traditional sense, though. like if I had to describe it, her work reminds me of falling snow, a rainy day, or waking up at 3AM and being completely at peace. I think her piece “Chrysalism” exemplifies that best. there’s just something so serene about her craft that’s so unique from most other fluff-oriented authors.

please go give her work some love!!! Leslie is still relatively new to the tumblr writing scene and she deserves so much more attention on her work. (also she’s like. the funniest damn person I’ve had the honor of interacting on here. pls read her tags.)

@j0succ | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: a well-rounded education | multiple (jjk)

Nat has SUCH a playful style and I can’t even begin to elaborate how much I love it. you can see this best with their “A Well-Rounded Education” series, especially in Nanami’s chapter! like everything in this chapter is just so fun, from the way they describe Nanami himself to how they highlight Gojo’s lightheartedness vs the Reader’s seriousness as teachers. plus! the tension in their stories!! so much sexual tension!!! Nat does a PHENOMENAL job at building up sexc scenes and I am so envious of their skill.

they’re also just a super open person. v non-judgmental on like literally everything. their blog has a lot of content on chubby!Reader, so check ‘em if that’s something you’re looking for!

@ddarker-dreams | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: scarlet ribbons | bucci gang (jjba)

okay so Lock is most known for her horror content, but I feel like her fluff isn’t recognized enough. I am in LOVE with her Scarlet Ribbons series. each chapter makes me feel so warm. I also feel like she doesn’t get enough credit for her timing? like, there have been instances where I’ve literally laughed out loud to her pieces with Mista. ofc that comes to play in her horror content too, but she’s just a really funny person as a whole and I feel like that should be recognized.

overall - you know how you can tell when someone is smiling when they’re on the phone with you? that’s the kind of vibe I get when I read her work. Lock puts her everything into her craft, which is incredible considering she’s a full-time student!

@dear-yandere | multi-fandom

favorite piece: almost god | dio brando (jjba)

you’ve probably heard of Vanya if you’ve been on the tumblr fanfiction scene for a while! and for a good reason too -- her work is otherworldly. my jaw literally dropped reading her “Almost God” piece. she has this crazy ability to get into a character’s psyche and write it in such an insightful way. like. my pea brain can’t wrap my head around it; just check out “Almost God” to get my point.

Vanya’s also a huge advocate for recognizing and protecting content creators’ work on this platform. she’s a godsend, I love her and her ruthlessness, but she’s also incredibly kind and I have sosososo much respect for her!

@storiesthatneedtobewritten | multi-fandom

favorite piece: pining | ryuji sakamoto (p5)

Emmy!!! my love. Emmy is a literal machine, she’s amazing at coming up with such fun headcanons on the fly. hence, she’s always interacting with her followers! she plays so many ask games and it’s always a blast bouncing off of her and her big brain. her blog is different form these in that she focuses more on short n’ sweet content, and if you’re looking for that kind of stuff, look no further!!

also? also. Emmy is literally one of the kindest and most patient people I’ve met on here. her blog makes me feel like I’m in a swanky cafe / library, and she’s the barista giving me personalized content.

@bigwriterenergy | multi-fandom, 18+

favorite piece: kissing as a distraction | bruno bucciarati, giorno giovanna, guido mista (jjba)

fun fact, Goose’s writing is what actually motivated me to make this blog! they have SUCH a strong grasp on literally every character they write about. like, their headcanons tend to fair on the shorter side, and they make the most out of literally every word they lay out. I try to emulate that in my own work, so I take a lot of inspiration from them!

Goose is also in the midst of shifting to multi-fandom; be sure you support them as they do so!! it’s tough engaging a new audience and they deserve every damn person on this platform to read their work.

@moonbeamwritings | multi-fandom

favorite piece: realizations series | multiple (jjba, hq!!)

Maeve is an INCREDIBLE fluff writer, oh my GOD. she absolutely nails the pining part of relationships in her “Realizations” series. it’s bananas how well she can exemplify that shift from “haha we’re just 2 besties” to “oh lord I think I’m in love with his moron” and how those characters settle into those emotions. hence, she excels in writing actions and inner thoughts. it’s something I struggle with and she makes it look so easy!

Maeve is another writer who’s shifting to multi-fandom -- please go support her! she’s settling into Haikyuu!! as we speak, so if you’re interested in tender volleyball content, check her out.

@violettelueur | jjk

favorite piece: s/o with eczema | itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro

literally the Jujutsu Kaisen content queen herself. it’s unlikely you haven’t seen her pop up in the tags if you’re in this fandom, but my god does she deserve it. Violettelueur is another fluff writer who puts so much effort to make everyone feel included on her blog. like... my favorite piece, the “s/o with eczema” one, is such a niche topic (where my dry skin girls at make some noise!!!!) and yet. she tackled it nonetheless. I’m amazed with how much effort she puts into literally everything she writes, because good lord do I wish I had the drive she does.

Vio is currently taking a break from writing, but I highly recommend chilling out and having coffee with her (ie checking out her blog)! there’s a ton to content to skim through while you relax.

#thanks for popping by!#toya slides u a note #toya rambles #gr8 works by gr8 writers

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toxiic-wastee · 3 years

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could I request letters to y/n from yoshikage kira (pt 4) and bruno please?

:000 Yes! I love those two so much. You didn’t give me any pronouns so I’ll make sure to keep it gender neutral and this is a confession/love letter :) TW: hand fetish

Yoshikage Kira

“Dearest Y/N, I’m afraid I’ve been caught up with some....work. Messy work. It’s a real mess and honestly, I’m a bit stressed. But Y/N, darling, you know I love you. Despite having a lot to clean up after I wanna see you. You know the cafe by the apartments? They have the best bento and sushi, the owner was close to my father, I can get us something for real cheap. I even have a present for you.

Meet me at the cafe around 3:24PM on Saturday. If I look exhausted it’s from all the work I’ve been doing. I can’t wait to see you Y/N. I really can’t wait. I can’t wait to hold your hand and hold you in my arms. I know we’re both busy but let’s do what we can to keep this bliss.

-Yoshikage Kira”

Bruno Buccellati/Bucciarati

“To my darling Y/N

Hello Y/N, this letter isn’t much, just me checking up on you. Mm, I lied, there’s a bit more to this letter.

Y/N, this is a bit inappropriate since I hold higher status to you but I love you. I genuinely love you, it must be odd getting this letter when I could just tell you in person but you make me a bit shy nervous. I find it easier to write down my feelings, so Y/N your voice reminds me of an angel, you’re so sweet and kind. So beautiful/handsome, I know this might sound odd but I tear up when I think that I may lose you. That’s why I’m so protective of you.

I’m not trying to control you, I’m just worried something terrible may happen. Y/N, you’re not obligated to like me back and it’s very risky to even send you this letter, but would you go on a date with me sometime? I’ll do things at your pace, but don’t be surprised if I can’t suppress my feelings and end up giving you a couple kisses. I’ll be awaiting your response cara/caro. -Bruno” i tried sjnskd

#yoshikage kira #jjba letter #love letter?#confession #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #yoshikage x reader #gender neutrality #kira x reader #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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bucci-cookies · 2 years

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Jealousy - Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

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“You should be more considerate of the weather.”

You looked up at Bruno with a raised eyebrow. He simply sighed and pointed to your legs.

“Your skirt is too short, didn’t you hear the weather forecast today?” He shot you a disappointed look as he adjusted his deep red turtleneck. “You should have at least worn some tights.” He turned back to face the street ahead.

Yeah, he was right, maybe a short tennis skirt that cut quite high above your knees wasn’t the best option for such a windy day.

The wind blew harshly, causing the leaves of the large birch trees lining the pavement to shake and rustle against each other, adding a second layer to the bustling noises of the people around you. The working day was drawing to a close, cafe chairs were being folded and packed inside while various store owners locked up for the evening. Across the street you saw a flock of people, each holding the hand of a little kid, presumably coming from some sort of extracurricular club or birthday party.

In Bruno's hand was a white bag with several little tubs of ice cream, each with a unique flavour. Some were fruity mixes of various berries, while others were more classic, sweet flavours like toffee and caramel. They were for the rest of the team as the two of you had already had your fill at the dessert shop, indulging in dark chocolate cake and thick, soft pieces of cheesecake. Once a week, you would try to get together as a group to watch a movie, have dinner, or just sit and talk and both of you were usually on dessert duty.

The wind blew once more, pulling the hem of your skirt up slightly.

“Ah, but I have a sweater on at least!” You tugged on the pastel pink woollen sweater that shielded your upper body from the cold and shot him a wide grin, to which he shook his head and smirked.

“I guess it's better than nothing.” He pinched your cheek sharply with his free hand.

“But Brunooo,” You sang as you wrapped your hands around his arm, feeling his muscles flex under his thick clothing as you held onto his biceps. “I thought you said you liked my outfit.” You pressed up against his body as you looked up at him.

“I can like your outfit and also think it's very impractical for this weather.” He patted the back of your hands, not reacting to the way you hugged his arm and pushed yourself up against him.

But what did you expect?

For years you had been trying to get his attention, but every attempt just solidified the platonic relationship between the two of you. Even with all the hints, the advances, the not-so-subtle trip to the dessert shop where you sat so close to him that the scents of your perfume and his cologne mixed; he still didn’t so much as reciprocate an inkling of what you felt towards him. He was sweet to you, of course, you talked frequently, you knew each other like the back of your hands. But he seemed to treat you no different to how he treated everyone else. That busy schedule of his didn’t make it easier, he had cancelled more plans than fulfilled recently, but you couldn’t blame him. The higher his rank in this organisation, the more was expected of him and the tighter his free time became. Across the three years that you had been affiliated with the group, Bruno was always a hard and consistent worker, something that both impressed and infatuated you.

Any normal person would give up after the first few months of failed attempts, not wanting to still keep giving their time to someone who wouldn't see them as they wish to be seen.

But you liked Bucciarati so much, too much for your own good. He was just so beautiful, so sweet, so breathtaking, like the colours of the ocean that sparkled with a tempting allure that captivated everyone, but could never be physically touched. The first day you met him, he already caught your eye. The way he carried his lean body under the open-chested suit he wore, his perfectly trimmed hair that framed his jawline. His deep blue eyes were mesmerising, though not as hypnotic as that deep voice of his or that laugh that made your heart flutter. There was a perfect blend of playful youthfulness and maturity about him, he was 28, but the smoothness of his skin and the brightness of his eyes made him look no older than 23.

A sharp flick to your forehead snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey?!” You exclaimed, slapping Bruno’s fingers away.

He scoffed in response and opened up the passenger door to his car. “Would you rather walk all the way back?” You realised that you had been standing in front of his car absentmindedly for the past few minutes.

You smiled awkwardly and slid into the passenger seat, taking the bag from Bruno’s hand and placing it on your lap while Bruno closed the door behind you and made his way to the driver’s side. He placed a hand on the back of your seat and looked behind you as he backed out of the parking space. The car felt smaller as his arm brushed yours and the proximity made you nervous every time he reached to change gears.

You wanted to say something…anything…maybe just tell him that you have feelings for him, now was as good a time as any. Maybe invite him out again tomorrow?

"So I heard Mista saying that there's going to be a week-long fair next week." You said, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "Something to do with donations for the Children's hospital I think." Bruno hummed in response as he kept his eyes focused on the road ahead. "You wanna go check it out on Monday? See if there's anything cool?" You said, as nonchalantly as you could while you stared out of the window by your side, watching the kids cycling down the street.

Bruno clicked his tongue and hummed. "Ah, I’d love to…” A ‘but’ was coming . “But,” bingo “Giorno wanted me to oversee something.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” You sighed. Bruno told you he would be free this week, so this must have been a recent development. However, a big part of you already knew he would be too busy. “Maybe I’ll ask one of the others to go with me.”

The rest of the journey continued in silence as Bruno remained focused on the road while you focused on him in the corner of your eye. His large hands gripped the steering wheel as he tapped on it lightly with his index fingers. He tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear and hummed to himself absentmindedly.

Red suits him. You thought to yourself.

The deep scarlet turtleneck contrasted his cerulean eyes perfectly and brought out the tan of his skin. The thick material clung to his broad chest, curving around his defined pecs and cinching at his small waist. He shifted slightly in his seat which made it twist around his torso and reveal a mere glimpse of his abdomen in a way that made your face go warm. You looked away shyly and cleared your throat, choosing to focus on the birds flying between the trees that lined the street of your home.

It almost annoyed you how flustered he made you, especially without knowing. You were confident, articulate, beautiful, someone who knew how to grab the attention of a room with a glowing aura and a charming outfit. You weren’t a stranger to flirting or receiving compliments from other people. In fact, with the playfulness of some members of your team, it wasn’t unusual to innocently flirt back and forth with the others. But to think that one man, one excessively handsome, generous man, could make your knees weak and cause your stomach to flip inside out with so much as a hand on your shoulder, was embarrassing to you.

He pulled into your driveway, parking right by your door. You both got out of the car and made your way into your home, stopping off at the kitchen to put the slightly melted ice cream away in the freezer.

Like almost perfect timing, there were several raps on the door, the rhythm instantly letting you know it was Abbacchio. Bruno walked over to the door, swinging it open to reveal none other than the man himself.

“I brought drinks.” He raised a white plastic bag, the clear outline of a wine bottle poking through.

“Awh no cakes?” You pouted. Abbacchio always made the most amazing baked goods, they were always so light and fluffy with such sweet icing and creamy filling. They would almost melt in your mouth, especially when he paired them with a serving of warm custard or chocolate sauce.

“You know I’m not your personal baker right?” He said as he placed his shoes on the rack. “You should at least pay me for my services.” His purple lips curved into a proud smirk. Abbacchio wore a tightly fitted white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms. The top few buttons were undone, exposing his muscular chest, while his long hair flowed just past his shoulders.

He made his way to your fridge, placing the drinks in his bag on the bottom shelf, before pouring himself a glass of whiskey from your cabinet.

“Oh sure, help yourself.” You rolled your eyes as he sat down on your kitchen island, facing you.

“You barely drink it anyways, at this point, it's just for me.” He sipped his drink and leaned back into the chair. He was technically right, the bottle (and others) had been a present from a civilian you helped a few weeks ago, as you weren’t an avid drinker of whiskey, it sat at the back of your cabinet gathering dust. Abbacchio, on the other hand, immediately jumped to open it the first time he saw it.

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of Bruno’s ringtone coming from his pocket. He looked down at the name and sighed loudly. “Please excuse me.” He walked out of the room, presumably sitting on your staircase, to answer the call.

“So…” Abbacchio turned to face you, leaning on his hand with a playful grin on his face, you groaned internally, already knowing what he was going to ask. “How was your little date with Bucciarati?” Abbacchio asked, rotating his glass in his hand, making the drink swirl around the edge.

You poured yourself a glass of water. “It wasn’t a date.”

“But you wore this?” He said, eyeing your tennis skirt as you moved to sit on the island opposite him. “In the wind? Were you hoping to seduce him with your legs?” Abbacchio teased before drinking the last of his beverage and placing the glass on a coaster.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, clearly a little irritated by him bluntly pointing out your outfit, before taking a sip from your glass.

He placed both hands on the marble surface of the island and pushed himself to lean towards you. “Ooh, you did more make-up today.” He pointed at your eyes. “I like your eyeshadow, it compliments your outfit.” He laughed and sat back down on the stool. Your eyelids were a soft shade of pink that matched your sweater. Your eyes were lined neatly with bold black eyeliner and your lips were coated with a glossy layer. While it wasn’t unusual for you to have a light layer of make-up, this was a slightly flashier version of you, one that Abbacchio knew was reserved for Bucciarati’s attention.

You sighed heavily, not even bothering to play along and give an excuse or come back. Instead, you gave a brief smile and a slightly soured “thanks”.

Leone groaned and stood up, causing the stool to be pushed back with a scraping sound. “You should just tell him you like him, don’t beat around the bush.” He washed up his empty glass in the sink. “Bucciarati is too dense to know when someone’s interested in him.” He dried his hands and sat back down. “Don’t waste sex appeal on him.”

“And who are you to tell me how to deal with Bucciarati?” You snapped back, sharper than you expected, and placed a hand on your hip with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay sheesh.” He raised his hands in defence. “Didn’t mean to strike a chord.”

You let out a deep breath “No, it's fine. Maybe I’m just not his type?” You leaned onto the island, a dejected expression on your face.

A large hand patted your head before ruffling your hair lightly. “Oh come on…everyone loves a good femme fatale. You're very attractive, you're smart, good at packing a punch." You snickered at the last comment. "I think Bucciarati is crazy for not reciprocating those feelings back."

"If you say so…" You exhaled again. "I asked him to go to the fair with me next week."

"As a date?" Abbacchio’s voice perked up as he took his hand off your head.

You waved your hand. "He said no, he was too busy.”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” Abbacchio patted your head once more. “I would go with you, but Bucciarati asked me to help him out with some stuff tomorrow.”

You sat up properly again and smiled. “No worries, I’ll ask Mista.”

Bruno returned shortly from his call and the three of you conversed, with Bruno sitting by your side. Not long after, another set of knocks on your door was heard, this time, it was Mista.

“Hey!” Mista hugged you from the side, placing a kiss on your cheek while he held the side of your face. “We got snacks.” He lifted a large green bag stuffed to the brim with a bag of popcorn poking out of the top.

“Hey, guys.” You kissed Mista on the cheek back. “No Giorno or Fugo?” You looked around for the blondes, expecting them to come in after Mista and Narancia.

“They couldn’t make it.” Narancia took off his shoes and placed them next to Mista’s. “Giorno said something family related, came up. Fugo was helping him.”

“I see,” You locked the door behind them. “Oh, Narancia!” He turned to face you. “I got you that ice cream you like, bubblegum and mango right?” Your words were followed by a loud ‘thank you’ from the kitchen as Narancia rummaged through the fridge looking for the tub.

Once everyone was settled and the lights were dimmed, the CD was placed in the player and everyone gathered around the coffee table. Today’s pick was “Cujo”, as suggested by none other than Leone Abbacchio. The man was an avid Stephen King fan, of course, he wouldn’t waste the opportunity to show the cinematic rendition of one of his favourites.

The sounds of the family screaming as the dog barked violently outside the door flooded the room, sending chills down everyone’s spines, sucking up everyone’s attention.

“Hey, Mista?” You leaned in slightly towards the male and whispered.

His eyes remained locked on the screen as he tilted his head up slightly to listen to you. “Hm?” He asked, reaching his hand into the bowl of popcorn.

“You free tomorrow?”

His head snapped round to look at you, before pulling a puppy dog face. “Are you inviting me on a date?” He pouted, placing his hands on either side of his cheeks.

“No silly,” You scoffed and ruffled his loose brown curls. “The fair, I would rather go with someone than go alone.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side. “I thought you wanted to go with Bucciarati?” When you and Mista talked about the fair, it was under the impression that you and Bruno would go together, Mista was merely suggesting as he knew him better than you did.

“He can’t make it.” You said through gritted teeth, emphasising the “t” at the end.

“Oh…” He paused and frowned before giving you an empathetic smile and patting the back of your hand. “I’d love to go with you.” He grinned widely. “I’ll pick you up at noon?”

“Mhm!” You smiled back before leaning back into the sofa as you were before.

The movie ended but the lights remained dimmed as you talked to fill the time. The bottles of wine were exchanged between everyone as its volume quickly diminished. Jokes were shared with light giggles, playful teases, and the occasional flush of the cheeks. Narancia’s head found its way to your lap as he sat on the floor and hiccuped under the influence of what seemed to be his 100th glass. Ordinarily, the idea of your home being littered with wrappers and crumbs would drive you insane, but the relaxing aura of being with your friends, especially with the stress of your work, made you forget about the mess.

You turned to the side and noticed that Bruno’s hair was tied up in a small ponytail with two locks on either side of his face.

Ah…he’s just so cute.

His lips were pouted in a cute expression as he pressed the rim of his cup against them. He turned to face you with a wide smile, before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. You steadied yourself against him with a hand on his chest. The scent of alcohol in his breath would have bothered you slightly, if not for how flustered you felt against him.

“Cara…” His deep voice hummed in your ear as he buried his face in your neck. Bruno was quite a touchy person when intoxicated, not just with you, but with everyone, but of course, you were the only one to get so worked up. “I’m very drunk, I don’t think I should drive home, can I stay here tonight?” He moved to cup your face and pressed his face against yours. “Pleaseee?” He asked with such a babyish voice.

“Of course, you can, Bruno.” You patted his back. He gave you a long kiss on the cheek before standing up and wobbling over to the sink for a glass of water.

Abbacchio left first, planning on taking the bus back home as he was the least drunk and able to make his way to the station. Narancia and Mista followed soon after, they lived together, just a couple of streets away from you and were able to walk back.

That left you and Bruno alone. Of course, he had been in your home before, and you in his, but something felt different. You stood up and began picking up the bags of snacks, throwing away the empty packets, while clipping and folding the ones that weren’t.

Bruno joined you later as he helped discard the empty bottles and cans, leaving the last full bottle on the coffee table.

“You don’t have to clean up Bruno!”

He smiled sweetly at you as he brought the glasses to the sink. “It’s the least I can do to say thanks.” He turned on the tap and began washing up the glasses while you packed up the rest of the leftover snacks.

The two of you worked quietly as whatever soap opera played in the background and filled in the gaps. Once your living room was back to being spotless, the two of you settled on either side of your L-shaped couch, light glasses of wine in hand as you cleaned up the rest of the bottle.

Bruno swirled the deep red liquid in his glass, occasionally taking a sip. His right leg lay across his form with his ankle on his left leg. His arm stretched out across the back of the couch, fingers stroking the material and occasionally rubbing it with his hand as his eyes focussed on the television screen.

For what felt like the millionth time this day, your focus lay with Bruno. His hair was still tied in the same small ponytail as before and you suspected he forgot to take it down. Just a slight change in hair made him look different, he looked cute, sweet even. It brought emphasis to his soft cheeks that had started to flush a soft shade of pink as he poured himself another glass.

“What did Giorno want you to oversee?” You said, trying to initiate a conversation before the butterflies in your stomach drove you insane.

He paused. “A couple of guys were caught selling to kids,” Bruno replied with a slight frown, his voice less chirpy than usual.

“Ah, I see.” You knew how much the drug abuse epidemic bothered Bruno, especially when it extended towards those most vulnerable, like children and people who were just scraping by. You didn’t mean to dampen his mood and you tried to turn the conversation around. “I think it's great that you care a lot about things like this, you’re a really good person.” You shot him a smile as you topped up your glass.

He let out a short breath. “You’re flattering me too much.” He looked up at you with a soft expression as his thumb grazed the rim of his glass. You released a mental sigh, thankful that you managed to pull up the conversation before it spiralled into an awkward moment.

“I’m just being honest.”

He placed his glass on the coffee table and leaned towards you. “Well, you’re a better person than I am.”

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head to the side.

He nodded with a wide smile. “You care a lot about other people, especially the people in our team. It’s nice that you also remember people’s interests a lot.” He remembered how you specifically chose flavours that everyone on the team liked. “I like that you have a big heart. It also means that you stand firm when people cross boundaries.” He looked down and played with his fingers. “You know how to make your presence take over a room and get others to listen to you.” He recalled how even the way you carried yourself, your walk, your expressions, could gather the attention of even the rowdiest people. “You’re confident in yourself and what you believe in, I think that’s very admirable.”

These words flowed out of Bruno’s mouth smoothly and naturally, as if it was nothing, but they had such an impact on you that you could feel them in the depths of your chest.

Of course, you would expect him to say something nice, you had been friends for years, but the idea of Bruno analysing and pointing out these specific sides of you was on a whole different level. Receiving such a spread of praise from someone as wonderfully put-together and admired as Bruno Bucciarati felt like the highest honour.

But a tiny part of you was hurt, upset at the fact that Bruno saw you in such a way and didn’t have feelings for you. Almost like it proved that despite how much you tried, Bruno may never have a romantic interest in you. He wasn’t misinterpreting you, nor was he viewing you just from the surface, he knew how you wanted to be seen, but that wasn’t what he was attracted to.

“And you say that I’m flattering you?” You scoffed as you felt your cheeks heat up and your stomach twist even more.

“I’m just being honest.” He gave a teasing smile as he mimicked your earlier phrase. He took a final swig from his glass and placed it back on the table. “Did Mista say he’ll take you to the fair?”

“Yeah, he did, though I’m sure the free doughnuts tomorrow are what’s making him go.”

The corners of his lips turned upward before flattening into a frown. “I felt bad about not going with you.” He exhaled.

“You shouldn’t, you’re just busy.”

“Well, I’m always busy…Does it not bother you sometimes that I have to cancel plans a lot?” Bruno leaned towards you.

“No.” You said earnestly. “You have duties to fulfil and those should come first.” You exchanged an understanding nod between the two of you.

Bruno looked up at the clock above your TV, realising it was already past 3 am.

“I should head to bed.” He stood up and stretched, making the bottom of his turtleneck ride up his body slightly. You nodded in agreement, before standing up and making your way to the kitchen to wash your glasses and dispose of the empty bottle. You switched off all the lights and made your way upstairs together before bidding each other goodnight.

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You stirred your coffee idly, mixing in the two sugar cubes you added, as today’s weather report was read on the radio. Thankfully it was expected to be a relatively warm, sunny day, perfect for the summer dress you wore. It was a simple white dress with tiny black polka dots and puffed sleeves. The front was cut a little low, giving space for the pearl necklace you wore and you paired the dress with a pair of black platforms and a small purse.

“Good morning,” Bruno whispered as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing his head slightly.

“Morning!” You pointed to the coffee machine. “Care for a drink?”

He shook his head and sat by the island. “I’ll have one when I go home, thank you.” He looked up at you as you drank from your mug. “You look lovely by the way.”

You paused with the mug up to your mouth, slightly shocked by his sudden compliment. “Thank you.” You put your mug down and smoothed the sides of your dress.

“You have a very exquisite taste, your clothing and colour palettes always fit you so well.” He beamed, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Bruno…” You placed your hands on your cheeks. “You know, you can be a tease sometimes.” You waved a hand at him and resumed drinking your coffee.

“A tease?” Bruno tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Is it teasing to compliment someone for being glamorous?” He chuckled, pushing the seat back and standing up. It was times like this that you felt like Bruno just gave you mixed feelings, his words dangerously trod the line between playful flirting/compliments and genuine attraction.

“I need to head home now, so I’m not late.” You didn’t notice when he walked over to stand beside you. “Thank you for letting me stay,” He kissed the back of your hand and cupped the side of your face.

“It’s no problem, what are friends for?” You smiled back at him.

With a wave at the door, he was off.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you slumped onto one of the island chairs, the feeling of Bruno’s lips lingering on the back of your hand as you tried to finish your coffee. Once the white mug was empty, you walked over to the sink and washed it up.

The sudden loud honking of Mista’s car horn startled you slightly, making you jerk and drop the mug in the sink. You cursed out loud as the water splashed on your dress.

“Hey, beautiful!” Mista shot you a toothy grin as you walked towards his car.

You slid into the sleek black vehicle, taking in the overpowering scent of his cologne. “Beautiful?” You raised an eyebrow quizzically as you put on your seatbelt. “Since when were you so polite?” You and Mista’s relationship was built on anything but pleasantries like that, while he had joked around and called you things like “hot” or “smoking”, something as innocent as the word “beautiful” felt suspicious.

“This is how I am to all the girls,” He said with a proud tone as he pulled out of the parking space. “You should have faith in me.”

You pouted and put on a fake sad voice. “Oh, so I’m just like one of your other girls Mista?” You placed a hand on your chest and looked at him with puppy eyes. “And here I thought I was special.” The dramatic tilt of your head with the back of your hand on your forehead made him smirk.

“No no bella, you’re very special.” He pinched your cheek harshly with no regard for your pain. “You’re one of my favourite people.” He patted your cheek before returning his hand to the steering wheel.

“So does that mean I get to see what Guido Mista is like on a fake date?” You tapped your bottom lip.

“Maybe,” He turned to face you as he stopped at the red traffic light. “But I don't want you to fall in love with me. It might make it hard to work together, my charisma is too strong.” He patted your thigh and gave you an apologetic look. In as much as you were playing around, Mista genuinely wanted you to enjoy today as much as you could as he knew how badly you wanted to go with Bucciarati.

“Ha!” You snickered. “We’ll see about that.” You leaned back into the seat and watched the street pass by as Mista drove towards the coast where the fair was set.

The wind blew a little as you stepped out of the car. Mista held your hand in his, clearly going through with the idea of a fake date, and led you towards the entrance.

The sound of kids running around, enjoying the first day of summer as they pushed and tugged each other and ran from one attraction to another. Behind each set of children was a group of adults, hands full with various snacks, drinks and toys for the kids.

Mista pulled you over to a massive ride that swung the riders in circles on swings. It was currently in motion, causing the sound of screaming kids to spread through the air as it began to tilt side to side. “We have to go on this!” Mista shook your shoulders violently, more energetic than the kids around you.

You laughed at his enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. Once the current cycle was over, you rushed to get seats next to each other, close to the edge. Your hair blew in the wind as you spun around, the height of the ride giving you a view of the entire fair. Mista, on the other hand, was screaming throughout with a massive grin on his face.

You went on that ride 3 more times before Mista had enough and pulled you towards another ride, and another, and another. Somewhere during the House of Mirrors, you grew tired of walking around and latched onto Mista’s arm.

“Let’s get something to eat.”

Hand in hand, you walked through the various food stalls before settling on a food truck selling takeaway kebabs. You took a seat on one of the benches overlooking the sea as you ate side by side.

“I think I should give up on Bruno.” You sighed, picking at the salad in the box.

“Why?”

“I don’t think he likes me, or that he will anytime soon.” You took a sip of your drink. “I can’t keep getting hung up on him. But it's so annoying because I really do like him, he’s amazing.”

You found yourself venting to Mista, explaining all your feelings towards Bruno and how he acts in response. Mista sat quietly and listened to everything you said, occasionally nodding or giving a short response to let you know he was paying attention. Before you knew it, you had gotten everything off your chest.

“Urgh I’m sorry, you didn’t need to hear all of that.” You groaned, embarrassed by what you said.

“Don’t be.” He patted your back and hugged you. “I’m not that good with things like this, but I know that anyone would be lucky to have you, and even IF Bucciarati isn’t interested, maybe it's for the better. There are so many people out there and you never know your options unless you look for them. You are one of my dearest friends, the last thing I would want is for you to beat yourself up over this.” He cupped your face. “You can hang out with me, call me, text me whenever, I’ll always be free for you.”

“Mista…” You hugged him tightly. “When did you get so mature with words?” You mumbled into his shoulder. Mista was known for being nonchalant and high-spirited, you rarely saw this calmer, more mature side of him.

“Hey hey, don’t tell me you’re already in love with me, I warned you!” He teased and poked your back.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. You looked at your phone and saw that it was almost closing time for today. The brightness of the summer evening had masked how late it actually was. You looked around and saw that the area was almost empty and stalls had begun to close.

“We should get going.” Mista nudged you and stood up. “Actually, I have one thing I want to do.” He took you to a stall with bows and arrows and a row of targets along the back wall.

“ € 2.50 to play. Hit a target, pick a prize.” The owner stated, handing Mista a bow and arrow. “Three tries.”

To the shock of the owner, Mista not only hit the target three times, but one of his arrows managed to shoot right through the other. The owner’s jaw dropped as he watched Mista pick out three items from the stall, a stuffed octopus, a goldfish and a toy boat. He handed the octopus to you with a bow, to which you graciously accepted with a kiss on his cheek.

“Who’s the goldfish for?” You asked as you walked to the car.

“Been thinking about getting a pet.” He handed it to you as you got into the car. “Relax, I’ll take care of it, I’ll get it a nice tank and everything.”

“And the toy boat?”

“That’s just for the bath.”

You both laughed as Mista pulled out of the car park and drove you back home. You pressed your head against the window, reminiscing on today’s adventure. Excluding the talk with Mista, you hadn’t thought about Bruno all day…it felt… nice . Mista was a sweet person to you, you had been good friends for over a year, but something about today felt different, a good type of different. A feeling that you wanted to experience more of.

Mista took you to the market again the next day, and the next, each more fun-filled than the previous. Mista was good at getting you to relax and enjoy the day, washing your mind clean of stress and worry. The two of you had developed a routine. Thursday evenings were your trips to Rhode Island Coffee, a quaint cafe not far from Mista’s home, while Friday afternoons were for brunch at a large bed and breakfast with a surprisingly high-quality buffet for a very low price.

You and Mista had always been friends, he was the first person you met on the team, even before Bruno. He helped you loosen up, and you helped him calm down, perfectly complementing each other in the middle. But you felt like you were getting to know each other all over again, especially now that you found yourself with Bruno less and less.

Everyone had noticed that your time was slowly shifting from Bruno to Mista, but no one thought much of it.

Well,

Everyone but Bruno.

He laid on his back in bed, staring at his phone, the lack of activity making him frown.

She hasn’t said anything to me.

He thought to himself. Not just today, but in days . Usually, the two of you would talk every day, small talk at the minimum, but he hadn’t received as much as a “hi” from you. It left an uncomfortable taste in his mouth and a sort of discomfort he couldn’t pinpoint.

It wasn’t just the texting, it was everything. You would no longer hold onto his arm when you walked together, you stopped sitting next to him in Libeccio (now choosing to sit between Mista and Narancia). You never really seemed to want to hang around him, as much as you did with Mista. Of course, you weren’t Bruno’s pet, you had no obligation to be by his side 24/7, but the less you were around, the more Bruno realised how much of his routine consisted of you.

It felt like he was losing you and he didn’t know why.

Though it's normal to feel sad if two people drift apart isn’t it? He was getting worked up over nothing, this was natural.

She must be busy, she must be working on something.

He reassured himself, standing up from his bed and putting his phone aside. In fact, why was he waiting for you to message him, he should say something first. He was free today, all day, maybe you could visit that dessert place you liked again?

Hey, would you like to visit Brambilla’s today?

One minute passed, two, ten. No response.

His eyebrows furrowed, your profile said you were online. Maybe you left your phone online?

Or maybe you were just ignoring him, too busy having fun with Mista.

No, no.

Bruno shook his head, confused as to why Mista came into his mind. You were friends, you wouldn’t ignore each other out of the blue, he would hope that you would feel comfortable talking to him if you were going through a stressful time.

He locked his phone and attempted to continue with his day, helping himself to a nice lunch downstairs. His phone rang, just as he put a forkful of carbonara in his mouth, immediately he scrambled for the device and checked the name.

Oh.

It was Mista.

“Hey, Bucciarati!” He chirped in a completely different mood compared to Bruno.

“Mista…” Bruno felt a weird twinge in his side while talking to him, he ignored it and swallowed his food. “Can I help you?”

“Just wondering if you’re coming out tonight.”

“Tonight?”

The sound of Mista’s bed creaking was heard in the background. “Mhm…that club that guy…what was his name again?” Mista rubbed his chin and hummed.

“Puddu?”

“Yes, Puddu!” Mista exclaimed. “He invited us to that club, the VIP section.”

Clubs weren’t Bruno’s scene, he didn’t like the eardrum-bursting, migraine-inducing music, or the waves of drunk people cutting off the air and humidifying it with sweat. He was about to decline the offer until Mista spoke up.

“Y/n is so excited, it's cute.” He laughed. “She’s been dying for an opportunity to enjoy a VIP lounge.”

Bruno paused when Mista called you cute…it felt weird, it rubbed him the wrong way.

“So she’s going?”

“Yep, planned an outfit a week ago.”

“I’ll come too, just text me the time and address.”

“Sweet, see you later!” Mista said in a cheery tone.

Bruno hung up without a response and scratched the back of his head. There was an unusual…almost burning feeling, just below his chest that made him squirm in his seat. Maybe it was the regret of agreeing to go to the club.

Why did he even agree? Maybe because they would be in a separate VIP section? Away from the large crowds and in an area more enjoyable?

He shrugged his shoulders and accepted his fate as he tucked back into his food.

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Evening rolled by, as did the event Bruno dreaded. He could just say no, change his mind and stay inside. But something in his heart told him he had to go.

Mista had sent the address and Bruno was already on his way. As it was summer, the streets were more crowded than usual, even for a Friday night, as more people decided to indulge in more late-night…activities.

The building was quite large and modern looking, sticking out in the modest neighbourhood. By the entrance was a large crowd, filled with various people dressed in a range of clothes, from casual clothing to more seductive outfits. Among the crowd were a few people donning high-end designer items, stepping out of luxury cars. Bruno assumed they too were guests invited by Puddu, the man was trying to rub shoulders with as many influential and powerful people as he could after all.

“Ah Bucciarati, right this way.” A woman in a low cut, sparkling dress held his arm, guiding him towards a room on the second floor. He noticed that this floor had its own bar and mingling space, smaller than the general area downstairs. She opened it to reveal the rest of his teammates sitting around a round table, small plates scattered across it. This room had its own stereo system set up, at least he wouldn’t have to listen to the trashy music being played downstairs.

“Surprised you came.” Abbacchio nodded at him, pointing towards an empty chair next to him.

“Well, I might as well see what he has to offer.” Bruno accepted the seat and looked at the drinks menu in front of him.

He scanned the list of cocktails, thumb pressed against his lips as he pondered what to order. He didn’t even notice the presence next to him.

“Narancia…how many of those have you had already?” You said softly, your voice catching Bruno’s attention. He looked up and saw you standing right next to him, leaning on the table slightly with one hand.

You wore a silk dress that hugged your body tightly, cutting low on your chest and held up with thin straps. The hot pink paired perfectly with your skin tone and eyeshadow. Your neck was adorned with a gorgeous gold necklace, and your wrists with matching bracelets. There was a certain allure about you, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it had to do with how he hadn’t properly seen nor spoken to you in a while. Bruno’s face turned a warm shade of pink as he realised that your cleavage was clearly in his view from this angle.

Bruno didn’t know what it was, but you looked different, there was something new about you.

It wasn’t unusual for you to dress in a way that caught everyone’s attention, nor was this the first time you wore anything revealing, but something about what you wore today made his throat close slightly as he tugged on the collar of his shirt.

“I haven’t had that many!” Narancia slurred, waving his hands in the air.

“When you’re able to separate your words, I’ll believe you.” You shook your head. You sat down next to Bruno, the only other spare seat. Bruno was about to turn and say something to you before Mista cut him off.

“Where’s the guy you were talking to? Did you leave him at the bar to wallow?” Mista leaned into you. Your conversation was unheard by everyone else as the music covered up any dialogue.

Everyone except Bruno that is.

“He’s charming…but I don’t know…he’s rubbing me the wrong way.” You folded your arms over your chest as you recalled the man that came up to you while you sat at the bar. He appeared slightly older than you, long black hair tied back, dark eyes, muscular build. He bought you a drink and took a seat next to you, revealing that he too was part of the organisation. You were usually quite good at spotting another person’s intentions just by looking at them, you explained to Mista that the look in his eyes made you feel unsettled, like he was hiding something from you behind that charismatic presentation. “But anyway, he went to the bathroom.”

Bruno felt that burning sensation in his body again, this time it spread up into his chest and neck, making his leg bounce under the table.

“Oh well.” Mista draped an arm across your shoulders and pulled you close. “Plenty more fish in the sea, might as well enjoy yourself.” He stood up and held out a hand to you. “Let’s go dance!”

You took Mista’s hand without hesitation, letting him lead you out of the room.

Bruno didn’t notice how much he was staring as you left until Abbacchio slapped his back.

“Jealous much?” The older male scoffed before eating the piece of scallop on his fork.

“What do you mean?”

Abbacchio huffed and turned back to his plate. “No one stares at someone like that, with such an expression unless they’re jealous.” Bruno didn’t answer, instead, he poured himself a glass of water as Abbacchio kept talking. “Y/n this, y/n that.” The older male sighed. “Oh she hasn’t messaged me, she hasn’t spoken to me, she’s always with Mista, has she said anything about me to you?” Abbacchio mocked Bruno’s voice, much to his dislike. “Go tell her you like her.”

“I said I’m not jealous.” Bruno pushed back his seat loudly and stood up, an angered expression on his face as he exited the room.

“Bucciarati, I was only playing!” Abbacchio yelled back.

Well only partially playing. Abbacchio had known Bruno for 7 years, he could read Bruno’s expression like a book.

The private bar was busier now, more people gathered, ordering drinks and mingling. Bruno managed to squeeze himself onto a chair and ordered a drink from the bartender, trying to wash the sour taste Abbacchio’s words left in his mouth.

“Mista don’t!” Your laugh caught Bruno’s attention, just down the table, blocked slightly by the crowd of people, you were sitting next to Mista, grinning at whatever he said to you. His arm was draped once more over your shoulders, while his free hand held a dry glass with ice cubes in it.

Something in Bruno’s mind wanted to know what you were talking about. What was so funny that you had to give Mista that starry-eyed look you usually gave Bruno?

You rest your head on Mista’s shoulder, ordering a drink while you hugged his waist.

Bruno looked away, clicking his tongue. It dawned on him that this was probably the first time in a long time you had been at an event like this and the two of you had been separated. Normally, you would be sitting next to Bruno, arm in arm while you talked, making even an unbearable situation feel more hospitable.

“I’ll be right back!” Bruno heard Mista’s voice and turned towards you, watching him leave down a hallway. Without thinking, Bruno walked over to you, taking Mista’s seat.

“Oh hey…” You smiled, a little confused as to when Bruno appeared by your side.

“Hey.” He beamed, an expression that would usually leave you flustered and embarrassed. But this time it didn’t, the lack of time you spent around Bruno made it better to deal with your feelings towards him. You simply turned back to your drink and took a sip.

“I sent you a message this morning….but um…no reply.” Bruno cringed heavily on the inside, mentally face-palming himself. It made him sound so petty and needy to bring it up.

“You did?” You checked your phone, he was right. There was an unopened message from him. “Ah, I’m sorry, Mista and I were-”

“I get it.” Bruno cut you off and cleared his throat. “No problem.” The burning came back again, this time he could feel it in the tips of his fingers as he stared down at you. Was he angry with you? Upset? He couldn’t tell, nor could he fathom why he felt that way.

It was probably something in his drink.

Yes, of course. The drink. Bruno had ordered something called a “Poison Dart”, not knowing the ingredients.

Well, at least the name was fitting.

You were taken aback slightly by Bruno’s sharp response, the tone rubbing you the wrong way even though he maintained his usual outward composure.

“So you and Mista…” Bruno swirled his drink in his glass. “You guys seem really close.”

Your eyes lit up, making Bruno grit his teeth. “Yep! I’ve known him for so long, but it's nice getting to know him better. I think I understand why Narancia likes living with him so much!” You snickered.

“That’s…nice,” Bruno mumbled behind his glass, setting it down rather loudly on the bar table. “Though it seems that we haven’t had a chance to hang out in a while.” He tried to play it off as a light-hearted comment, but he could feel an unintentional weight to his words.

He should probably get rid of this drink.

“Yeah, I guess we haven’t.” You sighed, running your index finger around the rim of your glass. You weren’t ignoring Bruno, not at all, but after your conversation with Mista at the fair a few weeks back, you felt like you couldn’t force yourself to catch his eye anymore. While your feelings towards Bruno were still strong, it wasn’t fair to continue this one-sided charade.

You hoped that if he did have feelings for you, he would make them a little more obvious.

“Maybe we should-”

“Oh hey, Bucciarati!” Bruno looked up to see Mista standing behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey.” Bruno’s eyes remained locked on Mista’s hands, how they stroked your bare skin and how you didn’t so much as flinch under his touch. “I’ll leave you two be.”

“You’re leaving? At least stay and have a couple more drinks.” Mista tugged the sleeve of Bruno’s shirt. He would have left if he didn’t notice you looking up at him.

Maybe he should stay, after all, he was complaining about not being able to see you.

He sat back down and ordered another drink, making sure to avoid the Poison Dart and anything that appeared similar.

“I got tickets to that horror movie by the way.” Mista resumed his seat next to you, gathering your attention once more. “Previews!”

You grabbed his shoulders enthusiastically, making Bruno squeeze his glass. “Mista, how did you get these?!” Bruno raised an eyebrow, he never knew you liked those types of movies, you had never once shown any interest in them around him.

But somehow Mista knew all about you, knew everything about what you liked all of a sudden.

Suddenly Mista’s the one you like to share things with.

“Had to pull some strings, but it was worth it!” Mista’s words snapped Bruno out of his thoughts. He looked up to see the proud expression spread across his face. “I got them for everyone.”

“Ah but…” You turned to look at Bruno briefly before looking back at Mista. “Bruno doesn’t like horror fi-”

“No, I do!” Once more without thinking, Bruno cut you off. “I do like them!” He cleared his throat and sunk into his drink. He squirmed internally, realising he knew barely anything about the genre.

“Oh?” You looked back round at Bruno, tilting your head to the side. “You always told me you hated them, that they were all so unrealistic and had too much convenient plot armour.”

Ah shit.

Bruno nearly choked on his drink.

“That was before…I like them now!” He gave a wide smile, hoping, no, BEGGING for no further questions.

“Fair enough.” Mista shrugged before poking your cheek. “I’ve been making y/n watch all my favourites, I guess they’re rubbing off on her a little. You should come along then.” Mista returned the expression to him.

Though Bruno wasn’t looking at Mista…rather he was looking at how your fingers laced through Mista’s brown curls.

Bruno never liked people touching his hair, though, for some reason, it never bothered him when you did it.

The conversation faded into the back of Bruno’s mind as he watched the two of you engrossed in whatever movie you talked about. Mista said something to you that made you giggle and lightly slap his shoulder. He could tell from here that you were tipsy, not too much, but enough to make you more exuberant.

Ordinarily, this would be when Bruno would hold you up and take you home, letting you rest on his arm and lie in the back of his car as he drove you home. You would tug on his clothes and slur on every other word, in a way he thought was somewhat…endearing.

“Brunoooo.”

“Yes y/n.” Bruno smiled, moving you towards your bed.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, almost pulling him on top of you. “Yourereallypretty.” Your words rolled as one, making Bruno laugh.

“Well thank you, you’re very pretty too.” He pulled your hands off his clothes and kissed your knuckles. “But you should get some sleep now, you’ve had way too much to drink.” He ruffled your hair and tucked you into bed before leaving.

The memory brought a warmth that spread across his chest, a familiar fondness that made his lips curve upwards.

Too bad that warmth was quickly replaced with a numbing cold that spread to his head as he looked once more at you and Mista.

He didn’t like how closely Mista sat next to you or how focused you were on him. In his gut, he wanted to join in the conversation, say something so you could finally pry your eyes away from Mista. But he had absolutely no idea what he could possibly say.

Abbacchio’s earlier words returned to his mind, this time with a bitter taste.

He wasn’t jealous, absolutely no way. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, he wouldn’t be so petty over jealousy.

To Mista of all people, absolutely not.

As he said, he just felt a little off because he hadn’t seen or spoken to you in a while. You were both adults, he was 28, you 26 (the same age as Mista - though that didn’t matter), you were allowed to live your own life, as was he.

Did he particularly like the fact that you hadn’t been around each other as much? No.

Did he like the fact that Mista seemed to be everywhere like a leech? No.

But did that mean that Bruno had suddenly become jealous and had romantic feelings towards you? Definitely not.

Bruno dropped his glass with a loud bang on the table, you didn’t notice, not that he was trying to make you. He left silently for the bathroom, swatting out the guys smoking there. He turned the tap to cold and splashed water on his face, trying to get his head together. His brain was causing him confusion over nothing.

He rubbed his cheek slowly, fingers digging into his skin as water dripped onto his shirt. After a long, heavy sigh, left the bathroom, making his way back to the bar.

“Mista…”

The music was loud, but Bruno could still make out your voice, though softer than usual, and of course, you were whispering Mista’s name. He clenched his fists, and walked into the bar, stopping in his tracks when he saw you and Mista.

Mista’s hands were on you, one on your thigh, the other cupping your face, while both of yours were on his chest. But that wasn’t what caught Bruno’s eye.

No, what caught Bruno’s eye was your lips, your plush lips were pressed against Mista’s. Somehow in the few minutes Bruno took to clear his head in the bathrooms, you and Mista had started making out.

Bruno didn’t know what he felt, or how he should. It was a sting to his chest, the kind of sensation one would get from a stinging nettle. He didn’t say anything, and neither did he watch the two of you anymore. He silently walked past you and made his way back to the private room, only Abbacchio was there now.

“Bucciarati!” Abbacchio waved him over as he slumped over the table. Bruno pulled up a seat next to him and immediately Abbacchio poured him a drink of whatever it was he had been drinking.

“No, I think I’ve had more than enough to drink today,” Bruno said with a bitter tone through gritted teeth.

The tone didn’t go unnoticed by Abbacchio. “Have you accepted that you were in fact jealous?”

“No, because there is nothing to accept.” Bruno contradicted his word and chugged the glass in front of him. “I don’t know where you get these silly ideas from, you’re 29, not 19.”

“Ouch, no need to bring up my age.” Abbacchio placed a hand on his chest in a dramatic display of hurt making Bruno roll his eyes. “Besides, this has nothing to do with age.” Abbacchio picked up a piece of garlic bread from the centre table. “It’s to do with you being all mopey because y/n spends all her time with Mista and not you and now you’re regretting not saying anything sooner.”

“That’s absurd.”

“But is it a lie?”

Bruno paused and clicked his tongue before scoffing. “Whatever happened to two people just appreciating each other platonically? Everything has to be labelled as romantic.”

“Oh, there’s nothing wrong with close platonic relationships.” The older male shrugged as he leaned into his seat. “But that isn’t really what’s happening though is it?”

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” Bruno stood up, pulling Abbacchio’s arm simultaneously and dragging him out of the room. He made sure to not look towards the bar, in case you and Mista were still there.

“Hey look, y/n is a very beautiful woman, and the two of you are very close, there’s nothing wrong with having feelings here and there.”

Bruno completely ignored him as he waved down a taxi, neither of them was sober enough to drive all the way home.

The pair sat at the back, keeping the barrier between them and the driver up and the windows rolled down.

Abbacchio made it his personal goal to ensure Bruno accepted his jealousy towards you and Mista, hoping to play matchmaker and finally get the two of you together. He was well aware that you and Mista were platonic, but it was fun watching Bruno squirm and try to keep his cool.

He figured out Bruno’s true feelings just a week ago when Bruno complained yet again about you being with Mista. Everyone had gathered at a restaurant for dinner and when it was time to leave, you found out that your car had a fault and would need to be fixed the next day, meaning you couldn’t get home. When Bruno realised this, he jumped to your aid, offering to drive you home, but you told him that you were going to leave with Mista.

Now that was purely coincidental, Mista happened to approach you first. But Bruno didn’t know that, to him, you had chosen Mista over him.

He stared at you the whole time, watching you converse with Mista and get into his car, disappearing into the dark streets, with that pensive look on his face. From then, Abbacchio noticed more and more things about Bruno’s demeanour towards you and Mista.

Like how he had a scowl every time you hung out with Mista, and the irritated look on his face every time his name was brought up. Or the way Bruno’s eyes lit up when it was just the two of you together, his hands itching to hold yours and how he started copying Mista by giving you kisses on your forehead and cheek instead of the hand.

Bruno most definitely had feelings towards you, but Abbacchio couldn’t tell if he was being stubborn, or just plain dense.

Though the irritation on Bruno’s face from Abbacchio’s comments implied the former.

It would have been a lot easier if Abbacchio told Bruno that you had feelings for him and not Mista. But a. it wasn’t Abbacchio’s place to tell Bruno that and b. Bruno should be able to understand his own feelings by himself.

The taxi pulled up in front of Bruno’s home, but before he could leave, Abbacchio tugged on his arm. “If you want to keep lying to yourself, no sweat, but don’t complain if she and Mista get in a relationship.”

That ought to do it!

Bruno stood in his driveway, his back facing the taxi as it continued its route to Abbacchio’s home, and his fists clenched tightly. First, he sees you and Mista kiss and now Abbacchio plants the idea of you and Mista in a relationship in his head.

He sighed heavily, dragging his feet into his home and up to his bedroom. He lay defeated on the covers, too tired to take a shower or change. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out, the bright light blurred his eyes before focussing on the caller ID.

It was you.

Bruno answered without hesitation, putting his phone to his ear.

“Bruno!” You sounded relieved.

“Yes y/n?” He cleared his throat and answered.

“Ah I was worried, you left without saying anything, you’re okay right?”

He smiled to himself. You were worried about him? It made his lips curve into a wide smile. “I’m fine bella, Abbacchio and I took a taxi home.”

“Ah okay!” You exhaled loudly. “I’m glad you got home safe, sleep well Bruno.”

“You too.”

You hung up and he dropped his phone on his bed.

His head felt slightly clearer now as he pushed himself off his bed and changed his clothes. He found a cosy black sweater stuffed in the back of his wardrobe and tucked himself into his sheets.

Despite the comfortable sheets around him, Bruno lay awake in bed that night against his will. His mind was clouded by the conversation he had with Abbacchio.

He’s crazy

He thought to himself, turning over under the sheets.

He didn’t have feelings for you, you were his friend! You had known him for years, it was natural to want to be around each other.

You were friend material! You were nice to him, fun to talk to, adorable.

Adorable?

Well, that’s a harmless compliment, nothing wrong with being adorable. There are a lot of normal things that are adorable, animals, babies, clothes, it didn’t mean anything.

Bruno just thought you were cute, sweet, pretty, that’s all. Friends see the good in other friends, no?

You were stylish, confident, polite, all just admirable attributes. Nothing to do with feelings.

Yes, you had a lovely laugh that made Bruno smile, and there was a way you held his arm that made him feel calm and stable.

His mind drifted to the time he spent the night in your house, how generous you were for letting him stay with no sign of grudge or inconvenience, your generosity and hospitality towards the people you cared for was something Bruno noticed about you. It was then that he realised that it hurt him a little when you said you didn’t mind that he cancelled plans. It seemed that a part of him wanted you to care, wanted you to miss him, wanted you to enjoy his presence.

Ah, shit.

He pulled a pillow over his head in shame.

Abbacchio was right.

*********************************************

“Y/n this is amazing!” Narancia shouted, stuffing his mouth with a large forkful of cake.

“Really?” You smiled, a toothy grin lined with red lipstick. You gave a relieved sigh as you cut yourself a slice of cake. “I was so worried I added too much sugar.”

It was Giorno’s birthday, and while it was expected that the young Don of such a large organisation would throw a lavish party, he instead wanted something quiet, a day with friends having good food and pleasant conversation.

Part of your gift to Giorno, alongside a set of luxury, handwoven, silk neckties, was his birthday cake. He kept telling you not to make anything fancy, you of course ignored that and applied all the baking lessons Abbacchio had offered you to create an extravagant 3 tier cake covered in sky blue and lavender icing, decorated with edible gold balls and flowers. On the very top was the number “23” in large gold writing.

“No no, it's just perfect!” Giorno smiled, a pink blush on his cheeks as you pinched them. “But you really didn’t have to do this.”

You pouted and took your seat next to him. “Anything for you Giorno.”

Bruno sat opposite you that day, squirming in his seat because every time he looked at you he felt his cheeks flush.

Recognising his feelings for you should have made things easier, but instead, it just meant he got flustered anytime you were around him. He would trip over his tongue, his voice would crack, his palms would get sweaty and he would overthink any interaction with you. Having you sit directly opposite him, wedged between Giorno and Mista, wearing that fitted, long-sleeved black shirt and that short plaid skirt made him want to stare at you longer. Your jewellery was subtle, pulling more focus to your outfit itself and the way your hair was styled.

Bruno felt a nudge in his side, he looked over to see Abbacchio giving him a sly smirk.

“Don’t.” Bruno mumbled, bringing his glass to his lips.

Abbacchio snickered, stirring his glass of tea. “Well, I’m glad you’ve finally accepted it.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “So when are you telling her?”

“I…” Bruno hadn’t thought about that, telling you his feelings. “I don’t know.”

“Well do it soon, don’t let Mista steal your thunder.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“Guido, you got icing on your cheek.” You sighed as you wiped his face with a napkin.

“Guido?” Fugo raised an eyebrow, looking over at you. “When did Mista start going by ‘Guido’?”

Bruno didn’t even listen to your explanation.

You called him Guido ?

No no no, that was the only thing left that was special between you and Bruno. No one else called him by his first name, and you didn’t have a special name for anyone else.

Abbacchio was Abbacchio.

Narancia was Narancia.

Fugo was Fugo.

Bucciarati was Bruno to you.

And Mista was Mista not Guido.

Bruno ignored the conversation around him as he stood up and left the dining room, heading to the upstairs balcony of the Don’s home.

He sighed and pushed himself against the bar, groaning loudly at the knot in his stomach. Did this mean that you liked Mista? That the two of you were a couple?

He and Mista were complete opposites.

Mista was extroverted, Bruno was introverted.

Mista had curly hair, Bruno’s was straight.

Mista was hairier than Bruno was.

Mista was more nonchalant.

More playful.

Funnier.

Maybe that was just what you liked. He couldn’t fault you for having a type, after all, you can’t always control who you’re attracted to.

He rubbed his head, annoyed by just everything, embarrassed by how he overreacted over a simple word. He turned around and paused, surprised to see you behind him.

You smiled, waving at him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He swallowed, watching you move to stand next to him.

“Are you okay? You slipped away without saying anything.” You asked, your fingers brushing against his hand.

He pulled away sharply, already feeling tense from being so close to you. “I’m fine, just needed some air, I think I ate a bit too much.” He joked.

“Ah okay.” You laughed awkwardly. “Guido-”

“Are you and Mista dating?” Bruno cut you off as soon as Mista’s name left your lips.

You were taken aback, stunned by why Bruno would even ask such a thing. Lately, your friendship seemed to be unstable, somedays it would be like Bruno didn’t want anything to do with you, other days, it would be like all he wanted was to be around you. He had been giving you mixed signals and that only made you more confused with the feelings you had towards him.

“Bruno, why would you ask that?”

He didn’t face you, instead, he scoffed and pushed himself up on the balcony bars and looked at the view.

“Maybe because you can’t help putting your hands on him and letting him touch you as you please.” Bruno would never say something like this to you, but there was a pain in his abdomen that gave him the confidence to do so. “Or maybe because you had his tongue down your throat the other day.” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the comment.

“You saw that?”

“Everyone probably saw that.”

A chill went down your spine as you lowered your head in humiliation at the condescending tone in his voice. Bruno saw you and Mista kiss…

Ah, now he would never want to be with you.

He thought less of you.

If any of the other guys said this to you, you’d shut them down in an instant.

But this was different…this was Bruno for goodness sake. The guy you were head over heels for, the guy you looked up to the most.

Yes, you and Mista had kissed, but it was a drunken mistake, something the two of you laughed at and brushed under the carpet. It didn’t mean anything other than give evidence of what happens after you pass your limit of drinking. Mista was chill about it, he knew you liked Bruno and that you wished it was Bruno you kissed instead of him. There was no confusion, nor any mixed feelings regarding that night.

Is this why he had been acting weird around you recently, why he had that scowl on his face at the nightclub? Why he would swing from one extreme to the other? Because of Mista?

“Bruno,” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. “It’s none of your business what happened that day and I see no reason for you to hold it over my head and look down on me!” You said through gritted teeth, not wanting the conversation to be heard downstairs. “We are adults Bruno! Shit like this doesn’t need to be a big deal and it isn’t, it meant nothing to either of us, there is nothing between us! I didn’t think my life would turn into petty gossip.”

Before he could answer, you left the balcony and went back downstairs. Bruno couldn’t hear anything from the dining room, but it didn’t take long for you to come out from the entrance and drive off.

Bruno cursed to himself, a hollow abyss forming in his gut as his ribs became heavy.

What is wrong with me?

*********************************************

Bruno had tried for 5 days in a row to contact you, phone calls, texts, hell, even emails!

But no response, nothing.

He didn’t blame you, not in the slightest, he would avoid himself too. But he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. Seeing someone he grew such feelings towards, completely cut him out like that, do everything in their power to not be around him.

But he deserved it, he had no right to speak to you that way and all he wanted to do was apologise. Today was his only chance to do so.

“Hey.” He waved at you as he stood by the booth. He noticed you sitting in at the back of a cafe as he ran errands. You were alone, which gave him an opening to talk to you.

You looked up at him briefly, not uttering a word.

Your heart was heavy, his words rang in your head and you felt a knot form in your stomach.

When you didn’t respond, Bruno decided to make the next move and sat opposite you, both hands on the table with tense shoulders.

She won’t even look at me.

The silence from your table managed to drown out the sound of the cafe as customers chatted away over cups of coffee and cakes.

“Y/n.” He mumbled, letting out a deep breath. “I’m so sorry.” His hands tightened into fists as he looked down with a dejected expression. “It wasn’t my place to act that way about you and Mista, it was none of my business, I apologise for how I acted and for hurting you.”

You poked your slice of cake with your fork, nodding at his words. “Well, I’m glad you realised that.” You looked up at him. “But that’s not all, is it Bruno? Why did it bother you so much that I was hanging around with Mista?”

Ah…he was hoping that you wouldn’t bring this up. Bruno was still ashamed of his jealousy and how it made him lash out. It made him feel childish.

Well, he was childish.

“I talk to everyone here, but you only got annoyed when I was spending time with Mista.” You stirred your cup of tea with a spoon, prodding the teabag. “You’re meant to be my friend Bruno…I would like to think that you would be the last person to judge me.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You know I would never judge you.”

Bruno swallowed the lump in his throat, dropping his hands to his lap.

“The least you could do is offer an explanation.” You bit your lip, almost regretting what you were about to say. “Is it because you…had feelings for me?”

“How did you know?”

So it was true. Bruno did develop feelings for you.

“Well, you always told me I was good at spotting people’s intentions.” You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. In reality, Abbacchio was the one that exposed Bruno. The day after Giorno’s birthday, you told him about the argument with Bruno and he explained how Bruno felt towards you. You were…shocked…to say the least. “Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?” Your voice cracked a little.

“I didn’t know how I felt until recently.” Somehow his honesty just made you feel worse.

“But you know how that looks right? To me?” You dropped your mug on the table. “It makes it seem like you only started seeing me that way when I was around other people, like you just liked the attention I gave you.”

While all you wanted was for Bruno to see you as you saw him, if it was simply because he liked the attention from you, and not because of you as a person, you would rather you remained platonic.

“No no!” Bruno leaned forward, instinctively holding your hand in his. “That wasn’t my intention…I swear.” He squeezed them, trying to convince you that he wasn’t like that.

You could tell he was being sincere, there was a certain glint in his eyes. “Did you know how I felt about you?”

“How you felt?” His face morphed into a slightly bewildered expression.

“Jeez Bruno…” You rolled your eyes, slipping your hand out of his and covering your face. “I’ve liked you for years .”

“Oh.” Bruno’s jaw hung open, completely stunned by this news.

You liked him? For years?

Bruno’s mind drifted to times when it had just been the two of you. Times where you would hold his arm, play with his hair, and jump to sit next to him whenever the group met.

How could I be so stupid and not think there was anything there?

“Just ‘oh’?”

Bruno was snapped out of his thoughts. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Two years and you didn’t know I liked you?” You gave a weak smile as you dropped your hands.

“I’m not that good at interpreting feelings like that.” Bruno returned the same look. “Everyone thinks I am…but I’m really not, I’m horrible without direct approaches. I didn’t intentionally ignore your feelings, I wouldn’t do that.”

That glint returned, the one that assured you that Bruno was being open and truthful.

You snickered to yourself. “Abbacchio was right.”

“Hm?” Bruno cocked his head to the side.

“That you’re too dense to notice things like this.” You gave a teasing smile as you ate a forkful of the strawberry cake in front of you.

So Abbacchio knew you liked me? Does that mean everyone else knew too?

It made more sense now, why Abbacchio kept trying to get Bruno to admit his feelings. The tips of his ears turned pink at the idea of him being the only one out of the loop about this.

“I’m sorry for making you feel strung along.” Bruno rubbed the back of his neck.

“It's okay.” You wrapped your hands around your mug, the two of you staring into each other's eyes. Bruno’s finger moved to stroke the back of your hand, watching you let go of the mug and let him hold your hand in his.

“I really am sorry, I can’t imagine how you felt all this while, especially when I-”

“Stop apologising.” You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “But Bruno…can you promise me that something like that won’t happen again? I would like to think that you’re the kind of person that can be upfront about things like this and won’t lash out...I will also uphold the same standard.”

“I won’t let it happen again, I promise.” He meant it, he didn’t like that side of him, he found it ugly. If he ever felt that jealous or that annoyed, he would make sure to talk to you about it before it got too bad.

You nodded with a grin as the two of you sat in silence, Bruno’s body edging closer to the table. Your eyes closed slowly as his lips pressed against yours softly.

Once.

Twice.

Before his hands moved to cup your face, pulling you forward slightly. It was a tender kiss, one that only touched the surface yet made your heart race.

He pulled away, not forgetting to kiss your hand before leaning back into his seat. His nose and cheeks were a light shade of red. He looked away shyly, an endearing expression on his face that you just wanted to see again and again.

“Bruno…” You sighed, knowing that this would be as good a time as any. You knew how you really felt for a while now and kept it secret from anyone, wanting Bruno to know first. “I love you, Bruno.”

His cerulean eyes widened, and the blush darkened and spread from his nose to his cheeks while his heart felt like it was on the brink of explosion.

“I love you too bella.”

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