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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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Here’s a collab with brilliant, talented, spectacular, never the same and just amazing @spado-the-pomeranian. Just look what she drew, that’s not just marvelous, it’s stunning and I can’t stop drooling over this artwork. Look at all those details, omg I just can’t-

I can’t even describe how happy I am to be friends with people like you. Thank you so much for appearing in my life. I deeply appreciate you and my respect for you is immaculate, even though sometimes I act like a snotty brat with you

Leone Abbacchio modern headcanons

Blonde either looks like a stunning fashionable Dior model or like a brutal punk that plays heavy-metal 24/7, there’s no in-between. And hell yes, does Abbacchio wears leather pants and spike chokers

I’ve already mentioned that, but I believe that Leone is a great chef, his cooking skills are on a really high level and kitchen is his favorite place in his apartment. Silver-haired can spend hours peeling, chopping, mixing, and frying, and Abbacchio’s probably seen every episode of “Hell’s kitchen”

Abba is a huge film buff, and when someone advises him a cool movie - he has already seen it. Leone has watched hundreds, if not thousands of different movies and TV shows, and it’s mostly because of boredom. He lives all alone, no pets, no lovers, so to fill up this hole silver-haired turns on the first movie Netflix recommends him and it plays in the background as he cooks

He prefers iPhones over other brand’s phones just because of aesthetic preferences. First of all, iPhones are pretty. Secondly, Apple is one of the leading worldwide brands, and Leone is a rich cool guy that can afford buying their products. And yes, he uses black AirPods Pro

He is so so far from video games industry, he discovered Minecraft only in 2018 (thanks to Narancia) and tried playing it a few times, but every time his Steve was killed by mobs at the first night of survival. Leone downloaded “Subway Surfers” and plays it when he has to wait and wants to kill time, but he almost never uses his phone for games

Leone has a few tattoos on his chest and arms, and he also got earlobe plugs. They’re not bigger than 10 mm each, and really suit silver-haired, he has a whole collection of different plugs and accessories that make him look like one of those hot visual-kei rockstars

Abbacchio follows Jeffree Star on Instagram and has three of his eyeshadow palettes and one purple lipstick set

Leone’s skincare routine is immense, silver-haired takes a great care of his skin and this is why it always looks so healthy and shiny. Abbacchio spends a freaking ton of resources on cosmetics, and if you’ll sum up all the money he’s already spent on it, this number will have at least three zeros at the end

He also has a huge collection of perfumes, you can find almost every famous brand: Dior, D&G, Gucci, Paco Rabanne, Tiffany & Co, YSL, Armani - you name it. But Leone is not very picky with brands, it doesn’t have to be something popular and expensive, blonde owns some cheap colognes he bought for 10~20 euros at some small shops. If it smells good - it’s good

Abbacchio is not a big fan of hip-hop and rap music, he mostly prefers rock, but silver-haired genuinely enjoys Lil Peep’s songs, especially depressive ones. Also, Lana Del Rey has a special room in his heart, her songs just… hit different?

All his tiktok fyp consists of cooking recipes and, sometimes some funny videos. Leone scrolls tiktok only at night, while laying in his bed all ready for sleeping. Blonde doesn’t understand why Nara, Mista and Giorno spend so much time on this app and what the fuck do they record?

Leone is definitely not a fan of cute mushy stuff, but when silver-haired saw this shark in IKEA he was totally enthralled by it and couldn’t resist the strong urge to buy it immediately

His English is surprisingly good, and it’s mostly because of all the movies Leone watches daily. Abbacchio remembers the very basics since school, and one day he just decided to improve his foreign language skills and, of course, he started by watching “Friends” in original

Once again, check on @spado-the-pomeranian, an amazing artist and just a lovely girl💚

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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BUCCI GANG SKINCARE/BEAUTY ROUTINE (because this is what i care about)

BRUNO:

Probably has naturally perfect skin, because he’s beautiful and perfect

I love tan Buno, even if the anime and PPP make him super pale. I translate this to the personal headcanon that he does have a natural tan, but he does use sunscreen everyday

He picked it up from being the son of a sailor, and one too many bad sunburns

Probably also loves using products with aloe in them, he knows he can trust them

Probably washes his face at night, but showers in the morning (because Abbacchio showers at night) so he thinks he doesn’t need to wash his face

Probably shaves often enough, but doesn’t cut his skin anymore when he does it because he is GROWN

Doesn’t use moisturizer because his skin is naturally on the more oily side, and thinks he doesn’t need it

He probably ends up getting wrinkles and aging MUCH faster because of this

ABBACCHIO:

He has “A Routine” for his skincare, but he focuses more on his makeup and hair

If he’s just gonna cover it up with makeup anyways, who cares what his skin looks like

Because of that, his skin is on the sensitive side, i.e. he gets sunburn easily and has a bunch of allergies to chemicals and specific ingredients

Miraculously doesn’t get much acne anymore, just some blackheads on his nose

So yeah he puts a lot more effort into his makeup as a result

Very good at contour and cut creases-dramatic and gothic looks with dark/neutral pallets

Probably loves Kat Von D because of vibes, but also has an impressive collection of more indie brand’s liquid lipsticks and eyeliners

Actually does care a lot about his hair now that it's long

He originally let it grow out due to apathy, but Bruno complimented his hair so he keeps it long now and maintains it regularly

He washes his hair every other day give or take, then blow dries and irons it. It takes about 2 hours

He also regularly uses a hair mask, and protective sprays and oils

Also probably only uses brands recommended by hair stylists like redken and paul mitchell or the italian equivalent

He waxes all his body hair off. All Of It.

As previously mentioned, he tends to take night showers because lets him take his time

Plus he's obv not a morning person. He needs like an hour to do his makeup before he’s ready to go out in the morning

Probs wears the most makeup out of the gang

GIORNO:

Giorno is a person who’s carefully created a mask to achieve his dreams, and i believe this absolutely carries over into his appearance

Not to mention with issues of bullying and abuse in his past, he uses his beauty routine almost like a knight uses armor

Needless to say, he’s got the most intense skincare routine

Without fail, will wash his face and do a skincare regime twice a day

Im talking double cleansing, toner, spot correction, serum, essence, eye cream, moisturizer, etc

Spf in the highest protection available and regularly wears face masks at night

Will NOT go to bed without taking care of his skin

He definitely doesn’t seem like it, but might be the most obsessed with beauty and personal appearance out of anyone in the gang.

BUT it's the natural, effortless type of beauty. The #wokeuplike this type

Wears some makeup, but its minimal, especially compared to Abbacchio

Some bb cream with spf and primer, lip gloss/tint, and eyebrow/lash tint. Prefers brown mascara as opposed to black, and prefers long lashes as opposed to thick

He washes his hair with all natural products, and lets it air dry except for his donut holes in the front. He pincurls them and uses as little hairspray as possible.

occasionally uses a straightening iron to add some curls, otherwise he thankfully has nice hair

Doesn’t really grow any facial hair. Except for some leg/armpit hair, which is super soft and light.

Also uses hair masks and supplements for his hair, and again prefers organic/natural ingredients

I Want What He Has

MISTA:

Oh dear god

Probably one of the worst routines

Naturally has oily skin and hair, which is great for preventing aging, but bad for everything else

He does not know how to take care of himself, and unless it's brought to his attention, or he’s trying to impress/seduce someone, he doesn’t particularly care

That’s not to say that he’s a lost cause, he could probably be a model if he knew what he was doing.

Because he has oily skin, he got a lot of acne as a teen. It’s getting better the older he gets, but he still gets plenty of white heads and acne.

Mainly on his forehead because of his beanie.

Will pop them every morning, and sometimes show it to Narancia (to his amusement) and Fugo (to his dismay)

After he pops his zits, he will use those alcohol pads

He thinks unless the skincare is actively burning his skin, it isn’t working

He’s recently started using witch hazel after a recommendation from Giorno, and it’s actually helping him a lot. He’s not a huge fan of the smell, but it’s a start.

This man needs to take at LEAST one shower a day, sometimes two. Not just because of his oily hair, but because of his daily activities with passione, he sweats a lot which doesn’t help with his skin or hair

He uses Head and Shoulders , which is a crying shame.

I headcanon that his hair is naturally very dark, thick and wavy/curly, a bit coarse.

9/10 his hair ends up sweat plastered to his skull by the end of the day after being under his hat

VERY HAIRY. If he misses even a day of shaving, will grow stubble. Body hair dark and curly

Also prolly has backne

FUGO:

Two words: Dry Skin

Which is nice because he doesn’t get a lot of acne, except for blackheads on his nose.

His skin is sensitive in other ways though

For one, it shows his blush easily, which can be embarrassing

Also dark bags under his eyes, although that’s mostly because of his irregular sleep schedules

Uses lotion on his hands a lot, because otherwise they can get very dry and cracked.

his lips are almost always cracked and chapped too, sometimes to the point of bleeding

He washes his face and hair daily, but doesn’t use moisturizer because he doesn't know that much about skincare.

He has learned about sheetmasks from Giorno, though, and likes them

He doesn’t do it often though, because Mista and Narancia make fun of him

Uses whatever shampoo or conditioner Bruno buys him, or whatever’s cheapest at the grocery store. He does like to use mousse to slick his hair back and style it though

He can technically grow a beard and grows facial hair at a regular pace, but it’s so light and patchy that it doesn’t look that good, so he shaves regularly

NARANCIA:

Poor baby gets the painful kind of acne.

His skin is heavily affected by his hormones and diet

Maybe that’s why he prefers fruits and veggies to meats? All the sugar and greasy food doesn’t do his skin any favors at all

Unconsciously picks at his acne, and doesn’t realize until he sees blood on his fingers that he knows isn’t from “work”

Could probably benefit from getting medication from a dermatologist, but he doesn’t know the first thing about it, and is too embarrassed to ask Bruno for help

His hair is Dandruff prone, probably because he washes it every day.

Doesn’t use any special products or anything, but his hair is SO SOFT

It does get tangled up easily, unfortunately, and he has a cowlick on the back of his head that won’t. stay. Down.

Doesn’t really grow any facial hair yet, but his body hair is dark and thick, but very soft at the same time

Poor bby needs help with his routine

Got to Giorno, not Mista

#jjba #vento aureo #headcannons #bruno #giorno #abbacchio #narancia #fugo #sfw #skincare routine #beauty routine

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icollectyoursins · 3 years

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Leone Abbacchio Relationship HCs

🐉 anon asked for: “Abbacchio relationship hcs?? -🐉”

These are just SFW headcanons, so I went a little overboard to compensate for the lack of NSFW although, I’ll no doubt do some in the future. Tried to make these kind of organized so it’s easier to read. This will all be under the cut And, yes, reader is a stand user and can see Moody Blues.

Wanna know what I’m willing to write? Rules here!

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: SFW, brief mentions of nightmares, trauma.

Word Count: 2226

General

Abbacchio is a tough cookie to crack when it comes to romance and forms of affection. He just doesn’t think he’s super into it. Until you gently caress his face while he’s falling asleep or maybe it was the time you curled up next to him while watching a movie. Or the time you casually laced your fingers with his while walking down the street.

Okay, fine, he’s soft, but he would never admit it! Unless he’s been drinking a little too much. Then he’ll tell you how much you mean to him. Or when you’re feeling like shit and super down on yourself.

His nicknames/pet names for you are usually dear, cara/caro (darling/dear), but mostly he just uses your name. He likes the way it sounds! And, honestly, you like the way he says it too.

After you’ve been together for a while, he starts to notice changes in his personality and habits. He’s calmer, doesn’t lash out as much as he used to; he’s less on edge about everything. As well, he noticed that he was drinking less and when he was drinking, it was healthier. It wasn’t long binges in the middle of the night anymore, it was just one or two with friends or for a celebration. He didn’t really realize how much you helped him and how much you meant to him until then. He knew he loved you, of course, but that was really where it clicked in.

You notice the change too. He starts getting more playful in a weird Abbacchio way. It’s small things like poking your side or behind while you’re focused on something. Occasionally, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and whisper something sweet in your ear that makes you giggle.

When Abbacchio isn’t reading, he’s listening to someone reading. He frequently listens to podcasts, audiobooks, etc. while doing his chores or driving. He thinks it’s a good way to educate himself on current topics or things he’s just interested in. With his whole past, I don’t think he would be interested in true crime or anything like that. Too triggering for him and with you, he really doesn’t want to fall back into old habits.

Now, he’s not perfect and he’s obviously a very hurt individual, so I think it would take someone with a lot of patience to help him get over some of his trauma (and yes, it is trauma). He has his rough days where he’s angrier and more on edge and this makes him more likely to yell or lash out. If you can avoid this, great, but talk to him about it later when he’s calmed down. He needs someone who is good with tense situations who can either calm him down or be able to walk away from the situation and come back later. That being said, you are not his therapist, you are not anyone’s therapist (unless that’s your job). You are their partner. A partner can help with some, but usually, you’re not trained enough to properly deal with something like this.

Dates

He enjoys taking long walks with you, especially near the water. The water is extremely relaxing to him and you’re relaxing to him, so it’s the best of both worlds.

Not overly into picnics, but if you offer, he would be more than happy to indulge you by packing a basket with some nice red wine and a charcuterie board with some sandwiches. Sincerely loves the beach and sitting next to you on a blanket, enjoying the sun on the warmer days just makes him feel so human again.

His favourite dates with you are the ones where you two are on the couch at home together watching a movie. He enjoys the closeness, the relaxed state you’re both in and, of course, the popcorn. Eats it plain to be healthier, but when you’re not looking, he’ll add salt and butter to his. But, then one day one of the boyz introduce him to adding chocolatey things to popcorn (like M&M’s) and that’s it. His loose diet is out the window.

The microwave beeped in the background while you plopped down, flicking through different disks in your hand. You had picked out a classic, cheesy werewolf horror movie by the time Abbacchio sat down with two bowls in hand. He handed him the movie while sneaking a handful of his popcorn into your mouth.

“Mmph!” You let out a muffled sound of shock as warm chocolate squished into your hand. You dropped the chocolate into your bowl, looking at the mess you had just made. “What did you put in your bowl?”

He chucked. “Mn’M’s.”

“Why?”

“Narancia told me to.” The DVD was in and starting up just as he was walking back, shaking the couch as he sat down with a grunt. He pulled a tissue out of the box next to him, handing it to you, then he grabbed his bowl, picking out a piece of warm M&M and sucking it into his mouth with a satisfying crunch. He licked his fingers while you cleaned your palm, frustrated with how little it was cleaning up.

“Ugh, whatever!” You began licking up the remnants earning you another chuckle from Leone. One of you presses play on the remote and settle into each other. You’re curled up into his arm for most of the movie, head leaning on his collar bone. He occasionally kisses the top of your head or pops a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

Soon, the bowls are empty and you’re practically sitting in his lap, holding each other close. He’s so warm, so comfortable. You find yourself starting to nod into sleep. He hums as he feels your breathing slow to a steady rhythm. Yeah, that movie was pretty boring, wasn’t it?

He chuckles, carefully pulling the blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it around you while he got himself comfortable. There was no way he was getting up from this spot, so he might as well join you.

When Abbacchio is feeling fancy or bougie, he’ll take you out to restaurants or tourist attractions. If anyone tries to swindle you out of something, you can guarantee he’s going to at least insult them in some way or maybe just straight up kick them in the face. Regardless, he’ll protect you.

Affection

When in public, he still likes to keep you close, but tones it down a little bit. Usually, he’s got his hand on your back or you’re holding hands, hovering close to each other.

He’s very protective and if the gang’s jokes go too far, he’ll let them know.

In private, he’s obviously more relaxed. He doesn’t need to put on a mask around you, so he just lets it all go. He’ll come up while you’re doing chores and either hug you from behind or spin you around for a kiss before letting you continue whatever it was you were doing with no explanation.

Very rarely lets you do his makeup, but when he does, he’s a little cheeky about it and kind of anal all at the same time. The easiest way for you to do his make up is sitting in his lap, so already he’s cocky about it, but then you start getting to the eyeliner and he gets picky.

You perched yourself on Leone’s lap, carefully buffing out a natural-looking eyeshadow with a brush. Occasionally, he would crack open an eye, looking up to see the concentration on your face as you avoided any fall out from the shadow. He squeezed your thighs pleasantly then massaged circles into the soft flesh. You looked into his open eye with a coy smirk before returning to your work.

You dipped the brush into the pallet again, this time a lighter shade for the inner corner of his eyes. Gently, you pressed the pigment in from the edge of the lid to the corner, then, like before, you buffed it out back into the lid. His hands began to wander, sliding up and down your thighs. You gave him another look, but he wasn’t paying attention this time, eyes closed. You scoffed.

Finally, you finished, moving onto the eyeliner, picking out a sleek black You started with the outer corner, going for a winged look. Before you were able to press a line in, he grabbed your hand quickly, pushing it back so he could open his eyes.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said. You sat back, exasperated.

“I haven’t even done anything!”

The two of you got into a small playful argument of “oh, I’ll do it,” “no, I’ll do it.” Until eventually you settled with him doing your makeup in exchange.

“Thank you, now.” You reached for two shades of lipstick, one purple and one black. “Which one do you want?” He rolled his eyes, grabbing the black as well as a handheld mirror.

“No, no, no. You get to do your eyeliner, not your lipstick! The lipstick is mine.” You playfully kissed his lips before pulling everything from his hands, earning you a groan from Abbacchio.

Seeing as we’re talking about sitting on his lap! He loves it. Just, any physical touch from you makes him feel so loved, especially when alone at home. He particularly enjoys when you’re pressed up against him while reading a book or watching a movie with his arm around you. Alternatively, he enjoys your legs tossed over his thighs or his over yours.

Around the House

Now, chores. Abbacchio doesn’t like chores. He’ll do them if you ask, but he’s not gonna like it. Least favourite is laundry. He just kind of chucks his clothes on the floor in a pile until you tell him to move it or do it yourself. You can’t tell the difference between his clean clothes and dirty clothes, so you mostly let him deal with it when the pile gets big enough or he runs out of clothes.

Doesn’t hate doing the dishes, so he actually gets stuck with that since you’re doing almost everything else. If you’ve recently had the rest of the Bucci gang over, he’s less inclined to do it. Narancia and Mista both tend to be slobs, so their plates are always nasty, but he does it anyway, just complains a lot later. Nastiness aside, doing the dishes slowly becomes a therapy moment for him. Just his music, a bunch of clean dishes and pure peace.

Much like with dishes, he doesn’t hate vacuuming or dusting and will do it when asked, but doesn’t like it. Honestly, he’s not the best at vacuuming, he always misses corners and forgets to do one place, so you do most of it.

Look, I’m not saying he’s a slob, he’s not, but he can get a little lazy, especially on his rougher days. That being said, if it’s a special day or he’s feeling a little romantic and has something planned, he’ll do everything. It won’t be perfect, but the sentiment is there.

Sleeping

He has a very cute snore. It’s not loud or obnoxious, it’s soft and relaxed. Honestly, kind of soothing. That is IF you’re able to hear it. He usually doesn’t sleep until you do, but it’s very precious.

Prefers being big spoon or ‘the pillow’ where you sleep on some body part of his (his thighs are exceptionally comfy and, of course, his pecs). He usually wraps one arm around you if he can, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder or forearm.

But, one night, you got in bed late and he was already asleep, so you came up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist then stroking his stomach softly. He’ll never let you know, but he was awake. That was the day he discovered he loved being a little spoon. He won’t fight if you happen to do it again.

Regardless, Abbacchio is clingy when he sleeps. Not bear hug, but always has an arm around you to make sure you’re there and safe.

He gets some nightmares, of course. Doesn’t scream, just jolts awake and goes to grab a glass of water, then comes back, so it’s unlikely he’d wake you up from a deep sleep. If you are awake, ask him what he needs. Sometimes he needs you to hold him, other times he needs just some time alone, but remind him you are there for anything. If you’ve already got a glass of water next to his bed, he’s head over heels. So thankful. Might make you breakfast the next morning as a proper thank you.

Stand

What does Moody Blues think? Well, much like its user, it’s very analytical and almost cold when it comes to you, though if Abbacchio is away from you for a little longer than usual, but still in range (like being kept in a meeting too long while you’re in the car waiting) he’ll send his stand to you and help you relax a bit by letting you cuddle “Abbacchio” (the stand copying it’s user), or just let you relax with the stand itself!

Actually, if he’s busy at home and you’re tired, MB will replay a time where you were cuddling in bed, or on the couch so you can snuggle with someone at least.

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mimizepp · 3 years

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may i request poly bruabba relationship hcs if you’re okay writing that ? 😛

i can never get enough bruabba goddamn i love them so much.. fluff + nsfw hcs and i added some scenarios for how the relationship came to be just for some fic practice i guess? enjoy !!! (also sorry my nsfw headcanons are never great but i tried)

poly bruabba relationship hcs

- bruno and abbacchio always saw their soon to be s/o in libeccio, alone most days but sometimes joined by a friend or two. they sat at a table relatively close to + facing the entrance, visible to anybody walking in

- half due to suspicion, abbacchio always made unbreaking eye contact with s/o. it wasn’t anything threatening but he surely didn’t make himself appear too friendly. the way s/o never failed maintain this mutual gaze intrigued abbacchio, enough to tell bruno about this strangely sexy person of interest

- bruno was equally compelled to s/o, and even started to subtly express his interest once he and abba discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship

- bruno would slow down as he passed by s/o, just barely dragging a long finger along the table as he gave a soft, bidding smile. abba would follow behind, a mellower expression than usual, which s/o returned

- little bouts of small talk sprouted from this, s/o charming the hell out of bruno and abbacchio. s/o would occasionally join abbacchio outside for a quiet smoke, which he thought to be quite endearing

- for a while s/o never joined bruno nor abbacchio for a proper meal, as they were always with their associates or whatnot. it was a tad disappointing and s/o almost felt as if this friendliness between the three would never become anything more, but one morning bruno and abbacchio walked in libeccio, abba going the usual way and bruno approaching s/o

- ‘cara/caro, would you care to join us somewhere more private?’

- after melting under that sweet, familiar voice of reason, s/o gladly followed. in the private area sat abbacchio at a table in the corner, bruno escorting s/o to a seat beside him. abbacchio smirked and poured s/o a cup of (NON PISS) tea before questioning them about loads of things

- before s/o knew it, they were in a poly relationship with two of the sexiest gang members in italy

fluff

- abbacchio softens up a bunch and always has this understated, loving expression when with bruno and s/o

- bruno becomes even more of a mommy and loooves babying s/o and abba on their days off

- YES THIS MEANS HE LETS THEM SIT AROUND AS HE DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM IT’S HIS PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE AND ITS SO SWEET

- if he’s been overworked due to passione business, s/o and abba like to take care of him for the day so he can unwind

- bruno and abba feel really bad that they have to leave s/o for work so often so they’re always calling to check in + love bringing little gifts home for their s/o

- if bruno and abba come home exhausted / beat from work they’ll cuddle up with s/o and form a little bruabba nap sandwich for a little while

- if s/o’s back is ever turned, either bruno or abba will be going in for a soft little embrace just for a few moments (or longer if they feel like chatting and swaying for a bit)

- bruno and abba love bringing s/o to libeccio, whether it’s to accompany them in meetings with the bucci boys or just for a comfortable meal together (it also just reminds them of how this beautiful little relationship came to be)

- btw the bucci boys really like s/o + love how abbacchio softens up when s/o is present (saves giorno from constant berating and glares)

- little comforting things with hands are all the pda abba is able to tolerate (there will be arms wrapped around waists, hands resting on lower backs, and hands held AT ALL TIMES)

- s/o and bruno love teasing abba and like to kiss one another in public, just to see if he will want to get a peck of his own (leone usually doesn’t induldge himself when they’re out but will defo be glaring with an eyebrow raised until s/o and bruno stop)

- one time s/o just went for it and placed a little kiss on abbacchio’s cheek + bruno took a photo just as abba’s face was its deepest shade of red

- if any single one of the lot is sleepy, all three are required to cuddle up and get cozy (it’s an unspoken poly bruabba rule)

- the same goes for little kisses at home. if abba gets three, then bruno gets three... etc.

- s/o and bruno often wake before abba and love surprising him with breakfast in bed :,)

- just once did abba wake up super early and try to surprise his babies with a meal... he burnt everything and was later found on the kitchen floor sipping a glass of wine and eating a blackened piece of toast

- abbacchio likes doing his hair and makeup in the quiet company of s/o + bruno (who will be doing whatever necessary to make sure his braid + bob are up to par)

- abbacchio sometimes gets really indecisive and asks s/o and bruno if he should try out his black or green lipstick, but he always ends up going with his safe choice despite anything said (light purple)

- on lazy days at home abba ties his hair back loosely and wears a large tshirt with boxer briefs and some comfy ass slippers + bruno has his hair styled very slightly and wears a cute little sweater with comfy pj pants. s/o wears one of abba’s large tshirts with just undies underneath as well as some fuzzy socks

- bruno is often dreaming of having children with s/o and abba + really wants to have a nice little house to raise them in the countryside someday

- dates are usually planned by bruno, who loves having s/o and abba in cute family-owned restaurants or niche little locations that he knows his babies would adore

- abbacchio has planned several wine tasting dates along with a few afternoon picnics. he always takes s/o and bruno to this quiet, secluded park that has the loveliest view

- sometimes abba and s/o tirelessly try to come up with ways to surprise bruno + thank him for all his hard work as a milf, and they normally end up trying to cook his favorite meal (bruno is so grateful for this even if it doesn’t taste the nicest.. he loves the sentiment though and his heart feels so FULL)

- bruno says ‘i love you’ not only through his words, but also with his touch. s/o can always tell when bruno is embracing them in a way that communicates such a feeling, whether it be a kiss on the forehead or the squeeze of a hand. he most often likes to stand behind s/o with his hands on their hips, so he can lean in to kiss their cheek and bring his arms around their waist and hug them as tight as possible

- abba says ‘i love you’ with his eyes and facial expressions. whenever doing daily / domestic tasks with s/o, abba holds the warmest, most adoring look on his face as he looks at his dearest. s/o always meets his eyes and blushes before reminding abba how much they love him, to which abba responds with a light ‘mm’ full of intimacy

nsfw

- as much as s/o abba and bruno hate to admit it... jealousy and lust are MAJOR players in the bedroom

- bruno gave s/o more attention than he gave abbacchio? abba’s making sure he gets his share of it and has the two follow his every demand + won’t let them finish until they’re begging for it with tears in their eyes

- so many hickies / love bites EVERYWHERE

- also loads of purple kisses will be all over s/o and bruno’s chests

- abbacchio loooves having s/o take him from behind as bruno plays with himself (and vice-versa)

- ‘bruno can’t wait for his turn to get inside you... i know you’d love that, you fucking whore.’

- abbacchio likes being pegged by bruno while giving s/o oral more than he’d like to admit + still won’t let s/o or bruno finish until he wants them to

- whenever pegged by bruno or s/o he usually gets super bratty and loves being punished with many slaps on the ass / accross his face

- shibari.

- abba will intricately tie s/o with their hands bound behind their back. he and bruno will have a liiittle too much fun teasing s/o until they’re nearly crying + begging one of the two to fuck them senseless

- if bruno ever gets to take the lead he makes it much slower and intimate most times, focusing loads on foreplay

- he likes having s/o and abba wear blindfolds so they never know where his next touch will come from + is always down to tease with some nipple play

- looooves lightly tracing his fingers down s/o and abba’s torsos until he reaches their inner thighs and watching his babies shudder beneath him

- if s/o or abba ever whine during foreplay or lean into his touch, bruno will punish them by making the other cum first and then edging the impatient party until he’s satisfied

- ‘hm, it seems you’re coming close, amore mio.’ he will cease movement completely and smirk, ‘i’ll let you finish soon enough.’

- abbacchio likes cumming inside s/o or bruno, but doesn’t mind having to pull out and finish in their mouth or on their chest

- bruno loooves finishing all over s/o and abbacchio while they have their mouths wide open and waiting for him

- as for what happens after sexytime, abba is the first to get sleepy and ask s/o to cuddle + bruno goes and gets towels and some glasses of water for his two favorite people

- s/o bruno and abba will cuddle for a little while and make sure each of the three is satisfied and soothed + then they’ll all lovingly drift off to sleep at some point during the night

- they will all be showering together quite sensually in the morning with plenty of sudsy groping

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willamwrites · 4 years

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Hello! So I decided to write some Abbacchio x Reader fluff! This was just an idea that popped into my head that made me really happy. This is literally my first fanfic ever so.. I hope you all enjoy!

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Depression Down Time

(Abbacchio x Reader Fluff)

It wasn't uncommon for Abbacchio to isolate himself from the gang, especially when he was feeling especially low. You hadn't been a part of the gang for super long, but had been enough time to know that something was wrong. You hadn't seen him come down for meals let alone leave his room. It had gotten to the point where there would still be a light on in his room in the late hours of the night. You we're worried, to say the least.

You finally decided to check on him one evening after dinner. The rest of the gang had essentially split off to do their own thing for the rest of the evening, so you decided it would be a good time to check in.

You lightly knocked on the door to Abbachio's room. After getting no response, you knocked again, a little bit harder this time. You heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

"For the last time Bruno, I don't wanna talk to you." He opened the door only to see you and not the capo that he expected. He grumbled something about not wanting to talk to you either before shuffling off towards the bed. You were positive something was wrong at this point. You carefully stepped into the room and carefully shut the door behind you.

"Abbacchio.." You spoke softly, "Are you doing alright? You skipped dinner again.." The tall man barely gave you a glance.

"I'm serious. What's going on?"

He only glared at you as if it would make you go away.

"Abba..." His face softened at the nickname, "I'm worried."

His glare quickly returned. "I already said I don't want to talk to you."

It was then you noticed how truly terrible he looked. His eyes had puffy dark circles with smudged eyeliner that he never took off. This was paired with chapped lips and remnants of his iconic black lipstick. His hair looked greasy and was riddled with knots.

His room was just as bad, actually, it was even worse. Clothes were thrown about all over the floor, multiple wine bottles (which you assumed to be empty) sat on his dresser, his bed wasn’t made and probably hadn’t been for awhile.

It hurt your heart to see everything in such disarray. You sighed and left the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You had an idea.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, was relieved. Ever since you had joined passione, Abbacchio had a sort of respect and admiration for you that he couldn't quite explain. He didn't want to bother you with all of his problems. He was happy that you were worried for him, but he didn't think you should be. You had much better things to focus on, not his state of sadness. He layed back on his bed and stared off into space, putting his headphones on and zoning out.

Until he heard another knock at his door.

You knocked on the door, which was a bit hard considering all of the things you were currently holding. As you expected, Abbaccio didn't answer. You opened the door attempting not to drop the various bottles and jars you were holding. You walked in to the messy room and carefully set your things down on the dresser next to the empty bottles.

"What are you doing? I thought I said I didn't want to talk?" You quickly glanced over at Abbacchio, who had removed his headphones and sat up to look at you. You didn't respond and kept setting up.

You grabbed a small package from your pile and carried it over to the bed, sitting in front of Abba. He simply looked at you, confused.

The package you had brought over was filled with makeup remover wipes. You grabbed a plush headband that you had also brough over and used it to carefully push back Abbacchio's unruly hair. You put a similar one onto your own head before getting out a wipe. You gently grabbed the man's face and began to assist in removing the (possibly weeks old) makeup.

Abbacchio had no idea what to do. He wasn't sure what kind of game you were playing at, so all he could do was sit in shock as you rubbed the wipe gently over his mouth before gesturing for him to close his eyes. He did, although quite hesitantly. You were gentle, but still using enough force to remove the eyeliner. Abbacchio opened his eyes to see you taking off your own makeup now. You let out a deep breath as you stood up to throw the wipes away.

You grabbed his hand, urging him to follow you as you led him to the bathroom. You had managed to grab something else on your way: facial soap.

You wet your hands and attempted to wet his face, which was proving to be quite difficult, as Abbacchio towered over you. He noticed you standing on your tip-toes in an attempt to reach so he bent down do give you easier access. You quickly got to work, wetting his face, getting some soap onto your hands, and rubbing it all over his face. You then proceeded to wash and dry Abbacchio's now clean face. You smiled as you carefully patted down his forehead with a towel.

After doing the same to yourself, you led him back to the bedroom, having him sit down once more.

Abbacchio wasn't really sure why he was letting you do this. There was just something about the way you held his hand as you lead him around. He felt.. Safe. He was brought out of his thoughts by you massaging moisturizer into his cheeks.

Abbacchio closed his eyes, trying to enjoy every moment. Your small, but somewhat rough hands rubbing circles on his face. He let out a deep sigh.

You looked up at him, a small smile plastered on your face, glad that he was enjoying himself. You stopped, causing him to look at you, as you began to apply the moisturizer to yourself. You had a few more things planned and you wanted them to go as smoothly as possible. You grabbed some hand cream and squirted some into your palm, you rubbed your hands together for a moment before grabbing the larger hand of the man before you. You began by rubbing his palm, pushing slightly, as to relieve the tension he has been clearly holding in. You made your way to the back of his hand. His hands were surprisingly soft already, but that wasn’t going to stop you. You rubbed small circles with your thumbs. You made your way to his fingers.

Abbacchio started noticing more and more things about you as you sat there. He noticed how you slightly bit your lip. The task was simple, but you were so clearly focused in doing a good job. He noticed how long your eyelashes were. He was taking in every detail in your face. Strangely, it felt so familiar, so welcoming, so kind.

You had finished with his hands and quickly put some lotion on your own. You knew what was going to happen, and you were incredibly nervous, but you were so far in, you couldn’t turn back now. You stood up and walked over to the dresser grabbing the last item you had brought: lip balm. You walked back over to the bed. Your heart was pouding. You were almost positive that you were blushing. However that didn’t stop you as you carefully opened up the container and putting a large amount on your own mouth, clearly too much for one person. You stopped thinking as you leaned towards Abbacchio.

The kiss was short and sweet, but it felt like an eternity. You nervously looked at the man before you, who was stunned. Before you could panic and run away, he kissed you again. This time was longer, deeper. You both pulled away, eyes not breaking contact.

“I think I’m ready to talk now.”

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#leone abbacchio #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #abbacchio x reader #god i hope this doesnt suck #i was to lazy to see if there were any mistakes #oh well

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londonfog-chan · 4 years

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Passione x Reader: Sudoh Buck AU

This was too fucking good to let it rot in AO3 so now you all have to be subjected to my JoJo thirst. All characters aged up (otherwise how the fuck would they have this job??)

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“So you’re not working my shift???”

“No... you’re actually my relief.”

Your best friend is clocking out just as you’re going to clock in. She looks dolefully up at you, nearly in tears from how the day has treated her. It’s her last shift for the week at the Passione Street location for Sudoh Buck, but you’re not sure why it was she had such a horrible time.

“He’s so mean!” She whispers as you lean down next to her.

“Who?!”

“The one on drive thru. He kept kicking me off bar because I made too many mistakes. I don’t know what I’m going to do for a whole three weeks with these people. I miss our store.”

The system is unavailable for you to punch in on the computer, so you’ll have to hunt down the punch communication log and you’re not exactly enthralled to be asking the dudes at the front. One of the guys, silver haired giant with neon lipstick, fucking glared you down when you went to the back. Had it not been for your coworker from the old store (Kimmy) walking out to say goodbye you’re sure he would have pummeled you.

“Yeah?” You ask, slightly bristling as your friend continues to look sad. “Well fuck me I guess. I’ll have to find out where that damn book is and go talk to one of them, and then you’ll be out and I’ll have to deal with this shit all by myself. At least you had the luxury of working with our crew...”

You can’t help the bitterness in your voice even though you know your friend is hurt. It’s been one fucking thing after another. You kept asking everyone where to go, and after being ignored and given a gang face, you’re not altogether sure you like Passione location after all... it’s in a location where you used to live as a child, not too far a commute from your current house where you live with your mother, and it’s the newest location established. But the newness is a fucking facade. You already have a bad impression by how they treated your friend, you can’t imagine they’re taking too kindly to being invaded by a new store. A friend working the S. Platinum location told you the other day he heard some blonde bastard of a shift complaining that the Ogre Street crew was stealing all the tips from the regular crew.

From a customer’s perspective, this is a coffee drinker’s paradise. Everything looks bright and new, when you walk into the cafe area, the front where they have the registers and the pastry case is on one big countertop that’s shared with the espresso bar and cold bar. In back of the bar is the drive thru window, and at the end of the espresso bar there’s some seating arrangements where customers can watch their drinks being made. It’s a typical Sudoh Buck color scheme. Lots of greys and white, the customers flock to it looking to get their fix, but under the facade there’s apparently a bastard crew working it. On top of that, the remodel for your location is going to take longer than anticipated. What else can you do but just rough it out with strangers you don’t even know?

“Well... I guess I’ll go home now.” Your friend murmurs sadly.

“Yeah. Bye.”

Your friend gets up and gathers her things, looking at you wistfully before mouthing “good luck”. In a few seconds she’s gone, and you’re standing there in an unfamiliar back office, apron in hand, wondering how on earth you’re going to survive the first day without anyone from your old store to help you.

“Oh hi there!”

An unusually cheerful voice jolts you out of your stupor as you come face to face with an unfamiliar associate. He looks fairly young, black messy hair held back with a bandana, and he looks you up and down with a sly look in his violet eyes.

“You’re one of the baristas from Ogre Street Mall yeah? Are you looking for the book?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as he ties up the strings of his apron. His black metal name tag has green chalk marker on it too small to make out, so you can’t tell his name right away.

“Yeah, I started a few months ago at that location. And yes, that would be helpful.” You tell him your name, and you can’t help the jump in your pulse when you hear him roll it off his tongue.

“That’s a pretty cute name.” He flirts, coming up on you with his fist up. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Narancia.”

You have to smile as you fist bump him (hey, it’s impolite to leave a homeboy hanging). Immediately you feel the strongest connection to him; Narancia is the first helpful and friendly face you’ve met so far in this location. And if he’s this cute and working a shift with you, you fully intend to stick by him wherever he goes.

“That’s not a bad name either my guy.” You smile. “Now about that book...”

“Come with me to front, we keep the book by the register in case anyone can’t get into the system.” He casually drapes an arm around your shoulder and you instinctually lean into him.

Hey, no one’s ever flirted with you before at work, and there’s no harm in it if you’re single. You know he’s probably smiling wider than fuck, but you could really care less at this point. Embarrassment ended when work jaded you. When you’re working 36 hours a week for minimum wage you tend to lose things like dignity.

“Here, make sure you check off this part with ‘New Store Labor’. Want me to get the ASM so he can tell you where to go?”

“That’d be great.” You insist. “I really appreciate you.”

“Stay right there!”

He runs off to the same isolated corner where you can hear the guys running drive thru taking orders. Before you write your name in the book, you notice that Narancia doesn’t clock in on the computer. The entire week is him filling out his punches in the book, one of many indicators that he was a barista who hated the new update for the punch log on the iPads. This indicates he’s the best kind of barista: the lazy fuck who can shortcut anything and come out on top. A few others prefer the book too, and you can’t help but admire the immaculate handwriting of this “Leone Abbacchio”, and you wonder if they’re as nice as their handwriting.

While you write in your punch, some dude with a funny looking orange beanie looks at you from his spot by the convection ovens, and you notice he’s muttering to himself on what looks like a gaming headset. When you make eye contact with him, he looks away as though he’s been caught committing a crime, saved by the loud beeping of the oven. He takes the tongs he’s holding and takes out some croissants, bagging them and putting stickers on the front before running them past you.

Narancia seems to be taking his sweet ass time with the assistant store manager. There’s another young looking guy, a blonde, at the point of sales system, the cafe is dead but bar is bumping, you can see other baristas pumping out drinks like their lives depend on it. Occasionally one will hand a drink off to a counter out of sight (probably to neon lipstick asshole who gang faced you earlier). The blonde leans against the counter, looking at you up and down the same way Narancia did. Vaguely you wonder: why did your friend say these guys were assholes? The blond and Narancia, along with the warming guy, seem perfectly content to check you out, and frankly you’re enjoying the attention. Fuck a duck, the guys here are hot!

“You’re the barista from Ogre Street?”

The question comes from the blonde at the POS system. You nod.

“Yessir. Just coming on board until the remodel happens.” You reply. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Fugo. You?”

He smiles when you tell him your name, but evidently you’re going to have to wait your turn to talk to him. That’s the beauty of working a coffee shop, customers just crawl out of the woodwork and line up at the POS system, and you smile when you hear Fugo’s very lovely “Welcome to Sudoh Buck, what may I get started for you today?”. It’s pretty awkward just chilling out by the pastry case. Typically you just jump into the first unmanned task when you walk into your store, but this is entirely new territory. Even the espresso machines are different here, you heard talk that soon all the new Sudoh Buck locations are getting what’s called Mastrena 4’s, whatever the shit that means. All you know is it’s supposed to make things a hell of a lot easier, and that you have to have it mastered before the remodel is completed.

“Sorry we kept you waiting for so long, you must be so confused.”

You’re pulled out of your stupor and suddenly face to face with the most gorgeous assistant store manager you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s got what your coworkers would call a “Karen” haircut, but he wears it well, and apparently he doesn’t mind it all too much that you’re staring at him like he’s a piece of meat in a butcher shop. He’s tall, all legs and arms with broad shoulders in a black turtleneck sweater. Narancia is almost overshadowed by the ASM’s beauty (he returns wearing the same headset as the guy on oven duty), but you sneak a glance at him too just for a minute.

“Y-yea... I mean, no it’s cool. I just, it’s like was anyone going to tell me what to do? Or was I supposed to have a sense of purpose myself?”

... Jesus Christ on a crutch... you note that the ASM must really appreciate your blunt humor, because his blue eyes are even smiling as he laughs. Narancia can’t help but laugh too, and with both men looking like snacks whenever they smile you’re about to drop from being so weak in the knees.

“I think you’ll be a great fit here.” The ASM smiles, “My name is Bruno Buccellati. You are...”

Your name rolling off his tongue makes you weak again. Oh lort... how does any barista get work done around here with all this man candy???

“Before we start, what position are you most comfortable with?” Bruno asks.

You’re about ten seconds from blurting out something nasty: spit roast sounds nice, Narancia and oven guy can watch.

“Ok...” you steel yourself, fully prepared with a speech you’d rehearsed in the car only an hour before. “I’m gonna keep it real with you chief, I don’t know how to do anything in a drive thru, and I don’t know how to run the new Mastrenas. If someone can show me I can do bar, otherwise I’m down to help on cold.”

Bruno seems to take this into consideration, looking over at the line that’s forming on front. Narancia looks too, immediately hopping onto bar where he starts steaming milk and pulling espresso shots from the machine without anyone having to ask him. His quick response triggers that look in Bruno’s eyes, and he nods you over towards the bar.

“I think I’ll have you with Narancia on cold bar for now. He’s going to be cafe and drive thru bar, so whatever he needs help with, just pull the stickers and he can show you where everything is. We’ll kill this line, and then I can give you a more permanent assignment. How’s that sound?”

“Gotcha!”

You instantly spring into action, much more confident now that you have direction. Narancia is pulling stickers out of a square machine and pasting them to cups, handing the plastic ones to you where you spring into action. Getting into a sequence, you start a drink, begin another one, work on the first, then start a third, going on like this until you’ve got a rhythm. Pumping out teas, fraps, refreshers, anything iced at all. Your hands fly over your work, and you almost don’t hear the praises that are being showered on you.

“Damn look at her go!” Whistles Narancia, “Hey Mista! Check out bar star over here!”

The guy from warming is over your shoulder as you hand out a drink, calling out Tom’s 20 ounce passion hibiscus tea. He smiles at you for a split second, too dazzling for words, then runs back to the oven when his headset lights up.

Vaguely you wonder how the hell your friend had such a rough time here at this location when there’s so much nice man candy to look at.

#vento aureo #jojo’s bizzare adventure vento aureo #jojo’s bizzare adventure #jjba x reader #jjba #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #guido mista x reader #guido mista #pannacotta fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga x reader #narancia ghirga #leone abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio #trish una #trish una x reader

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wri0thesley · 5 years

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Hello, I’m glad you’re accepting requests again! Could you write something with the Abba/Bruno/reader power trio? Maybe Bruno has been working even harder than normal, and Reader/Abbacchio are getting worried so one night they drag Bruno out of the office and into bed. Either SFW or NSFW, whichever you prefer 😘. Thanks for all your hard work!

The alarm clock softly glowing on the bedside table informs you that it has just passed three in the morning. Your boyfriend's arm slung over your middle and the slow, measured way that the covers rise and fall over his chest mix in with this fact to reassure you that it is, indeed, the middle of the night. Everything is perfect. The night is quiet.

No, wait, scratch that.

The night should not be quiet. It's all very well that Leone Abbacchio is in bed beside you, sleeping peacefully (you're grateful for that; it had taken a long time for him to be in a place where nightmares didn't plague him and he was able to sleep at normal times). But your nights are never quiet. If you wake up and the air is still, somebody is missing.

And - yes. There's nobody on the other side of you. There's nobody on the other side of Leone either. You reach over and shake at his shoulders, trying to rouse him gently.

"Leone?" You murmur, and Abbacchio grumbles and groans, but his violet eyes slowly open to look up at you. In sleep, his features are softened - without the lipstick and the eyebrows, he looks almost tender. Of course, part of the reason he looks so tender right now is because a smile is slowly spreading across his face as he looks up at you, the huge sap. Oh, if the rest of his boys could see him now--

"Amore?" He murmurs, his voice disgustingly low and soft and making a creeping glow start in your chest. You're aware that a just as sappy smile is about to descend over your own face, and you have to shake your head to disperse it before you get distracted.

"Bruno's not in bed yet," you say.

Abbacchio heaves a long-suffering sigh. It's not the first time this has happened.

"What time is it?" He asks, although he's already sweeping the covers from his body. You feel a warm glow that Abbacchio has had the same thoughts you have, and you roll off your own side of the bed, feet scuffing on the floor looking for the fluffy black slippers that Abbacchio had bought you over the winter season because he was sick of you complaining that the floorboards - "Which are very modern and very chic, bella!" - were cold on your bare feet.

"Three," you say, and then clarify. "In the morning. He promised he'd be in bed before midnight."

Abbacchio shakes his head grimly.

"Ah," he says, "we should both have learnt by now that Bruno only keeps promises when they are about other people."

"I woke up and I couldn't hear him snoring," you explain, as the two of you pad quietly out of the bedroom, trying to make sure the door doesn't squeak in that way it is predisposed to do. If you two can get the element of surprise on Bruno, you might actually be able to tackle him and drag him into bed before he can fight back.

Abbacchio snorts.

"Only you and I would find it difficult to sleep without Bruno's honking," he says, and you laugh. When you'd started dating, Abbacchio would have never spoken about his capo like that. Abbacchio looked at Bruno like a God or a symbol, and not as a person - you've been careful to point out Bruno's flaws in gentle, laughing ways. And though at first Abbacchio had looked from you to Bruno with his face creased in worry, as if Bruno would toss him away at the first sign of no longer worshiping him, Bruno had laughed too.

The snores had been easy to make fun of. Bruno's penchant for adding gaudy golden zippers to all of his clothing had come next. The fact that he hates apples. The way he hid chocolate in a shoebox beneath your bed - you'd eventually figured out that was because Narancia would regularly raid the fridge, and he wanted to make sure he had some left for himself.

Slowly but surely, all of you had begun to see one another as human, for all your quirks and foibles. And it is good now. Better.

You know it's better, because the Abbacchio of a few years ago would have refused to disturb Bruno whilst he was working, whether it was three in the morning or not.

You have reached the office door, so you raise a finger to your lips. The door is open a crack, and you can see some low, warm light spilling out of it - either Bruno is still working, or he has left a lamp on. You strain your ears to see if you can hear the scratch of pen on paper or the click of Bruno's keyboard if he's using the computer (Bruno hasn't adjusted well to technology; that one would probably be more obvious. He strikes the keys as if he is afraid that if he doesn't hit them hard enough, the letters won't show up), but nothing can be heard.

"And you two are hiding behind the door because . . .?" Comes a voice, and you jump as you turn guiltily around. Bruno's top half is coming through the wall, surrounded by a golden zipper. He doesn't look angry - mainly, he looks amused.

"We were coming to tell you to come to bed," you say, taking the lead, because Abbacchio has turned too but has gone soft in a way that only a half-asleep Leone Abbacchio looking at one of the two people he loves most in the world can. You put your hands on your hips. "You're working too hard!"

"Couldn't you have shouted?" He asks, smiling, stepping out of the zipper and neatly rejoining the two halves of the wall. Good. Sometimes when he's really asleep, he forgets to do that, and your house looks like someone has gone mad with a sewing needle. "I was worried you were intruders. Yes, of course, I'm sorry - I got caught up in my paperwork. I'll be in bed in a moment."

You narrow your eyes at him. He's being far too reasonable.

"When was the last time you slept at a normal hour?" You ask him, words accusatory. This morning (yesterday morning?), he hadn't been beside you, but you'd had a long mission the day before and didn't wake up until past eleven. "Leone, did he come to bed last night?"

Abbacchio looks from you to Bruno, and his silence speaks more than any words could. Your face falls.

"Bruno!" You say, and this close you can see the lines of worry etched in his face. The bags beneath his eyes. The fact that his skin looks more sallow than usual, and even a little . . . dry? Things must be bad if Bruno has let his skincare routine slip.

"It's nothing," he says, waving away your concerns. "This last mission has left me with a lot of paperwork, that's all . . ."

"It's not nothing," you say, crossing your arms. "Bruno, you are killing yourself!"

"That's a bit of an overexaggeration, bella--"

"No! It's not!" Your voice rises in pitch. Abbacchio, looking alarmed, wraps an arm around you, but you shake it away. "Don't you calm me down! You covered for him!"

"I . . . Yes." Abbacchio hangs his head, looking shame-faced. "I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

"Bruno," you say, your voice verging on desperate. "I know you want to help people. I know that the work is important to you. I know that you hate me fussing over you, and you think you can do it all on your own, and you don't want to share the burden! But you have to! Do you know how frightening it is to wake up and not see someone who's supposed to be there?" Your voice breaks a little, and you feel traitorous tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Every time, I think maybe . . . maybe you'll never be there again--"

Bruno murmurs your name softly, reaching out, his fingers sliding under your chin to tip your face up to his.

"I didn't realise it was that important to you," he says, finally, as he looks at your tear-stained face. You swallow a sob, ready to reply to him - but to your surprise, it's Abbacchio who opens his mouth.

"I never thought we'd get this far," Abbacchio says, his voice soft. "It's . . . no, it's frightening when you're not there. Sleeping in the same bed . . . it feels like a slice of domestic bliss that I never thought I'd get. And I know that it's unreasonable for you to always be there, but . . . that doesn't mean that it's not nice when you are."

"I don't want to lose you to your work," you say, your throat scratching, as you look at Bruno. "Neither of us do."

Bruno's face draws into a frown. He looks back at his desk, and sighs.

"I . . . I know," he admits, as if he's pulling the words from the recesses of his heart. You can sense from the uneasiness on his face he does not want to be admitting to this. "I just . . . You love me because you think I'm good. If I stop working, for just a moment, and someone dies because of me - then perhaps I am not good, and perhaps you two will . . . will stop," his voice breaks, and before you can think better of it, you move forward and wrap your arms around him. You're evidently not the only one with this idea, because you feel Abbacchio's arms wrap around both of you at once.

"You can't put the weight of the world on your shoulders alone," you whisper, into Bruno's chest. "We're here to help you."

"I can't ask you to do that--"

"We want to," Abbacchio says, his voice final, despite the fact that you can see his arm is shaking. "God. If you shared with us, we'd be happy. We want to help! Fuck, I'll even do what Giovanna tells me to do, if it means you let yourself have a break--"

Bruno's voice is teasing.

"Leone Abbacchio, following Giorno's orders? You must really love me."

"Yeah," Abbacchio's voice doesn't crack. "I do. I love you." He looks at you, nestled against Bruno's chest. "Both of you. So damn much it makes my heart hurt."

"Will you come to bed?" You ask, breaking away from Bruno.

Your raven-haired boyfriend meets your gaze, and smiles, slowly.

"Alright," he says. "Seeing as Leone has promised to never be condescending towards our glorious Don again and to follow all of his orders to the letter from now on--"

"That's not what I fucking said," Abbacchio grumbles, but he pulls away nonetheless, turning back towards the bedroom.

"That's what I heard," Bruno says innocently, and Abbacchio says something very low in his throat that, a few years ago, he would never have dared to even think.

"You deserve a good night's sleep," you murmur softly to Bruno, as you tug off his suit jacket to hang on the hook at the bottom of the stairs. "Even if it means nobody else gets one."

Bruno raises one eyebrow, but his good-natured smile doesn't fade.

"Is that a jibe about my snoring, amore?"

You shrug.

"Maybe."

When you wake up, a few hours later, both of your boys are resting their heads on your chest. Bruno's snores vibrate your body with every deep intake of breath.

You feel safe, and happy and calm. You go back to sleep.

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Kiss & Late | Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio ( Bruabba )

Warnings: N/A- Kissing, lipstick prints/smears. Word Count: 1542 Also available to read on Archive of Our Own! (Kudos and comments appreciated <3)

Leone Abbacchio was new to the magazine industry. He'd only had his job for about 6 months and he still felt very intimidated. His Boss was Bruno Bucciarati, CEO of a world-renowned fashion magazine. Leone has been his assistant and its a lot of work. He knew what being an assistant meant, managing all of the things he needed done, calls, emails, errands, all of it since he's been an assistant for other professions, but this really was something new and always kept you on your feet. Compared to some of his other bosses, Bruno was on the more relaxed side. But there was no way that Leone couldn't be intimidated by him. That was his boss, CEO, who make all the women in the building swoon and exactly knew who in the office wasn't pulling their weight and had fired people in a heartbeat. Bruno didn't mind Leone, and quite enjoyed his company even though he was quiet and closed off. Leone being a bit taller than him helped with not only getting file boxes up in the storage closet that were way too high for him but also with warding off the women. A big scary, muscular goth was definitely intimidating. Once there had been a rumor that Leone wasn't Bruno's assistant, but his bodyguard. Of course, Bruno shut down that assumption to those confident enough to ask him about the situation. When they didn't have a lot to do or get done, Leone would put on his headphones while he worked or was on break, and there was a light in his eyes that would come around when he listened to music. Bruno didn't mind, it was nice to see that someone in this building had a soul still.

Abbacchio would come in, always with a cup of coffee for Bruno, even when he didn't ask for it. Bruno of course still drank it, since it was a nice gesture and he didn't mind. Their day varied of course, and sometimes Bruno would have to do and do his own thing. When he would spend his days in the office, he'd go visit the planning offices to see what was being put into the magazines. Fashion clearly was something he enjoyed to look at, and from time to time he would write his own little reviews into the articles even if the public didn't know it. When he'd come back, he'd see Leone at his desk, drawing with his headphones on. Leone had a sketchbook full of his own designs, but drawing and designing is more of a hobby at this stage in life for him. Bruno would only catch glimpses of what Leone would work on before the lavender haired assistant would shut the sketchbook closed in a rush and quickly hide it in his desk drawer. Bruno acted oblivious of course, but he wondered why Leone had gone into the business part of fashion and not the hands-on designing. 'We all have our reasons..' Bruno would tell himself. For a while, Bruno tried to do work without Leone, more so making connections with new designers.

From then on, a few more months passed, the two became only slightly closer but Leone was starting to feel comfortable at work and especially after he got comfortable with how high he was on the social food chain. His work attire was more comfortable and changed a lot; some days he would wear a hoodie and others he would come in knee-high boots and a low cut holographic shirt. It all depended on how confident Leone was feeling for the day. Bruno wore the same outfit, but just different colors once in a while, keeping his look simplistic and clean. Bruno thought of their relationship as a silent friendship, but at times he couldn't take his mind off of Leone. In fact, where was Leone today? The time was 8:10 and Leone was usually already at work early. It wasn't Bruno's place, but he couldn't help wonder if Leone took the sketchbook home with him last night. He took a seat in the chair and opened the drawer he had seen Abbacchio put the book before. Sure enough, it was there. He was feeling terribly guilty for snooping, but he needed to see something. Pages and pages of various designs and colors, material ideas already planned out in just one sketchbook. He had seen enough. He waited for Leone in his office and when Leone finally came in 30 minutes late to work, fear was spread across his face. In all his time here, Leone had never been late to work, but looking at how late it was, he was nervous that he would get fired right off the bat. Bruno turned in his chair, Leone's boots was a sound he was very familiar with by now. "Abbacchio, come with me." Abbacchio didn't say anything but followed. Bruno had led him to the old storage closet, with tossed out designs, magazines, and legal work. "Now, get those two boxes, and then the one labeled 'Originals' for me," Bruno told him, and he did as such, taking down those boxes while Bruno took out a few of his own. Dust was everywhere, not many people visited this room anymore. All more recent storage boxes were taken to another storage room since this one was filled up. "Mr. Bucciarati, why do you need these boxes?" Leone asked. Bruno placed his last box down, "I've been making a few adjustments of my own and I need these to complete it. Open that one up," Bruno had pointed to the one labeled 'Originals' once again. Leone opened it, taking out just one file and taking out its contents. It was beautifully sketched original designs just on regular printer paper. Bruno continued, "Before I was CEO, we had someone in this office who was always planning and working on designs for a section of our magazine. My boss, the CEO at the time, had fired her for being late. These are all of the boxes of her work that didn't get to be put into the magazine due to editing, and some unfinished plans. These other boxes are the magazines that feature her work, but clearly, there's the section that was discontinued when she was fired." Leone looked up from the magnificent designs. "Why are you showing me this?" Leone questioned. "Because I saw potential in you, just like her. Work like yours, you're not made to be an assistant. You need to be a designer, Leone." Abbacchio acted like he didn't know what Bruno was talking about, "Sir, I don't have the talent-" Bruno pointed a finger at him, "Leone Abbacchio, you have the talent. I saw your sketchbook, and the world needs to see it too. So, I called a few connections, and I've got you a working team and a studio under this company's name. I want your work to flourish. I want to see originality in our magazines, something new and exciting that other magazines don't have and I want you to be in charge of it. I want to not only have a magazine, but I want a catalog of your designs in it." Leone didn't know to feel honored or embarrassed. "Bucciarati- I- thank you...so much." Bruno smiled, "Please, it's Bruno. Leone, respectfully, I want to fire you. You are no longer my assistant. But, I am hiring you, making you the first Chief designer of Passione Magazine. I think you'll be much happier with the work you do as well as they pay." For the first time ever, Leone smiled wide enough to where he was tearing up in front of someone. "Thank you, thank you so much. I- I could do so much- I could kiss you! Thank you I don't even know how to repay you." Bruno could have sworn there was a tear of happiness in Leone's eyes, despite the darkness of the storage room. "Well, then kiss me, that's all I ask in return." There was no hesitation in Leone's actions, he cupped Bruno's face with his hands and pulled the brunette into a passionate kiss. Bruno wanted it for so long, and so did Leone. The two never could confess the attraction for each other, it wasn't the right time or place. Here and now, Leone wasn't sure what made him say it, but he was glad he did. It wasn't long before the two went in for another kiss, the room completely empty besides each other. They kissed and kissed, till Leone's cell phone rang. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and the bright screen read 'Fugo, Pannacotta (Work)'. "You know how Fugo is, I've gotta go tell him I was fired as your assistant," Leone smiled. Bruno's hair was a bit disheveled, and there were very clear black lipstick prints around his face. Leone applied more of his own lipstick and said: "You might want to take a stop to the restroom, there's some lipstick on your lips." It took Bruno a minute to process why they had stopped but all he could do was nod and ask, "Uh...do you wanna get coffee sometime?" Leone nodded, "Yes."

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Diamante d’Italia: Chapter 4

(Chapter 4: Pleasant company)

Josuke leaned back in his chair, sipping quietly on his French Vanilla coffee. It was a little sweeter than he was used to but it was undeniable that they made it with REAL Vanilla bean, not just cheep flavoring. The coffee was undeniably strong too, so rich he could feel a buzz in his finger tips.

It was undoubtedly one of the best cups of coffee he had ever had.

However that meant trouble for him because if this was anything like Okuyasu and him discovering Italian Food, he was going to have to ask his Mom for a Coffee bean grinder for Christmas this year and a book on how to brew fresh Coffee.

Comfortable silence had reigned between him, Leone and each of their stands (who surprisingly hadn't vanished again).

In fact, if he had been just another kid on the streets of Italy, the man would've probably already proposed to him joining Passione and being recruited onto their team. Bucciarati was always saying it would be nice to find another member or two.

Abbacchio found himself enjoying the plesant company and peaceful quiet just as much as Josuke was, taking the time to mull everything over as he sipped his tea.

Josuke was a decent kid and Abbacchio was typically quite cold and judgmental when it came down to things meeting and trusting new people (you couldn't blame him really, he was in the Mafia afterall), so thinking Josuke a decent kid was quite a feat for just meeting him.

He would never forgive himself if he ripped all that hope away from the teenager like it had been ripped away from him.

However, Abbacchio knew better. This kid was still a student, a tourist even, he probably had a bright future in over Japan.

He had been like him once. Young, eager, full of potiential... those things were rare in the world nowadays and they certainly didn't last in the Mafia.

What was it that stands talked about anyways?

Josuke kept his eyes on Moody Blues (he couldn't get over how cool they were), still hovering nearby and holding some kind of inter-stand conversation with Crazy Diamond from across the table.

Both of their unblinking gazes were locked tightly onto one another, neither one moving or making a sound.

Did they talk about their users? Their powers? Other stands? Did they spill secrets and gossip?

Abbacchio watched idly with some interest, he had seen his stand doing the same with Sticky Fingers several times.

Whatever was happening in the communication, they both seemed pretty invested.

Moody Blues hovered next to Abbacchio with their hands folded neatly behind their back and their head craned forward. Crazy Diamond stood directly behind Josuke, their elbows rested on the back of his chair and leaning comfortably on it.

Though the quiet was comfortable, Josuke wasn't one to sit in silence so he found himself breaking it.

"Your stand," he began. "how long have you had them? Since Childhood?"

He could only reveal so much of course...

The question was unexpected but not unwelcome, Leone hummed and set down his teacup, pursing his lips as he focused on his reply.

Josuke was curious, and that didn't bother him, but the matters of his stand could be a touchy subject.

"Nah, I'm not a natural." He replied. "Mine was awoken in a fight."

Josuke stiffened somewhat in his chair, setting his mug down with a light clink, a small frown pulling on his lips. "In a fight?"

Abbacchio wasn't a natural stand-user and that intrigued the teenager, by the way he handled Moody Blues so well he would've guessed otherwise... but this info also frightened him.

Sure, he knew some stands could be awakened by certain events in someones life, even something like strong overwhelming feelings could cause a stand to spawn into existence, but there was definitely something about the way Abbacchio said it that made the familiar feeling from earlier come back.

This time, the feeling was unwanted.

Leone nodded, "I was.... grabbed and pierced by a powerful stand. When I finally come to afterwards 'Blues was right next to me."

Josukes throat felt way too dry all of a sudden and his heartbeat was growing more deafening in his ears by the second.

The deliciously rich French Vanilla he had been savoring suddenly turned to water in the teens mouth.

A powerful stand? Pierced? As in.... an Arrow wielding stand?

Flashes of everything between the last few months moved like pictures within his mind and he unconconciously started to grip his knees tightly, unaware of the instantaneous sweat now beading on his face as his heart and mind raced.

Did Abbacchio even know about that kind of stand? The power it possessed? The damage it could do?

Did he know the danger he could be in? More importantly, the danger of Italy itself?

If there really was a stand wielding an arrow, there could be a much worse repeat of what happened back in Morioh here in Naples.

If Kira had been just the teeniest bit stronger than he was, maybe even just a little more careful, Josuke knew he very well wouldn't be sitting here in Italy a month later.

Josuke and his friends had only gotten lucky in the end, a sheer coincidence ending it all for good, nothing more.

He more than any of his friends knew that if it ever happened again, they might not have that luck on their side.

His stomach lurched as there came the memory of disgusting coppery blood in his nose and the sound of a head being squashed accompanied by screams and the beeping of an Ambulance.

The older man across the table frowned deeply, furrowing his brow. The kid suddenly looked like he was going to be sick all over the place. He didn't miss how Crazy Diamonds coral colour eyes turned downwards to its user and the air about the stand turned a little more serious.

Something was definitely off.

Abbacchio couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Josuke knew something. Something bad. And he had a hunch what it was about.

Josuke knew more about stands than he had bargained. But the question was, how did he know?

He opened his mouth to ask if he needed some water or maybe just a breather outside in the fresh air because Josuke had turned a ghostly pale, verging on green even, but was suddenly cut off.

"Leone?"

The new voice speaking was enough to pull Josuke from the numbing static of his thoughts and he blinked himself back to reality, looking towards the archway leading to their private area.

Abbacchio turned, a small smile pulling on his lavender lips as his momentary worry was forgotten. He hadn't expected Bruno to come to dinner so soon but it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise.

'He has hair like your Mother...' came the telepathic whisper from Crazy Diamond, who sounded somewhat amused by it all.

Standing in the archway was a tall, lean man with the deepest bluest eyes Josuke had ever seen, dressed in a fashionable (but no doubt expensive) looking white suit dotted with reverse black teardrops and an open chest, revealing lacy black patterns underneath.

The most notable thing about him however was the giant golden zippers adorning the coat that dangled and jangled as he moved.

If Josuke hadn't just been about to lose his lunch, he would've been blushing red and probably would've punched the cheeky pink and blue stand in the arm.

Not that it would do much but give him a pain in his own arm anyways... so he simply just willed Crazy Diamond to disappear, ignoring the chuckle ringing throughout his head as he did.

Now Josuke felt his face heat up, burning red as if a fire had been set under him, when the pair closed even more distance between them in a quick peck on the lips.

Leone stood up from his chair, going to greet the other man at the doorway.

"Bruno." He said simply, closing the distance between him and the other man in a sort of halfway embrace.

Oh... this was Abbacchios partner.

It wasn't that this new info bothered Josuke, he actually found it a little endearing, it was just that he hardly knew them and felt like he was intruding on something intimate. Like he had just disrupted a date they were having.

Plus, he didn't really take Abbacchio for the type to be in a relationship at all. The man had such a "lone wolf" attitude.

'You know what happens when you ASSUME, Josuke...' His Moms words rang clear in his head suddenly and he almost rolled his eyes remembering the end of that particular lecture.

He also thoroughly enjoyed seeing the other man blush at the time, even through all the foundation on his cheeks.

Bucciarati smiled dotingly at Abbacchio, he didn't miss how the Goth was wearing the lipstick he had picked out for him.

Normally the man wore the blackest shade of lipstick you could find on the shelves but Bruno presented him with the beautiful violet one the other day, telling him it would match the lovely purple in his eyes.

"I didn't think I'd see you here so early."

The white-haired man chuckled, "I could say the same about you. We've been here for a while actually."

Abbacchio returned the look with a roll of his duel-coloured eyes.

Bruno peered past him to the table, blinking in surprise when he saw someone he didn't know seated there (who was still somewhat averting his gaze), before breaking into a soft smile.

His eyes turned back to his partner for a fraction of a second, raising an eyebrow at him, a look that read "Since when did you start picking up strays?".

They would talk about it more later, nothing needed to be said between them to know that it would be.

"Hello there." He began. "I must admit, didn't expect any company for dinner. Leone tends to like his alone time."

Bruno approached the table, taking the chair directly next to Leone, seating himself with a smile that made Josuke feel warm from the inside out.

This man was like warm sunshine on a rolling sea while Abbacchio was like moonlight on a snowy mountain.

Well, he supposed being mugged right beforehand would do that too.

Josuke found himself smiling, holding back a laugh as he watched the Goth seated next to Bruno shoot a weak glare in his direction.

He felt himself relax again as the man tested the waters with him. This man was admittedly much easier to read than Abbacchio and he didn't fear being pounded into the floor for making a joke this time around.

"Heh. Sorry, I guess I kinda followed him here like a stray cat." He laughed a little, giving a joking shrug before extending his hand to shake. "I'm Josuke. Josuke Higashikata. It's nice to meet you."

"Bruno Bucciarati. The pleasure is all mine." The dark haired man replied, clasping his hand.

He wondered if they were dicking around outside and silently prayed Narancia wasn't trying to do a headstand on the post box out there.... again.

"Where've Larry, Curly and Moe gone to?" Abbacchio questioned with a frown, peering out towards the dining room.

They were being too quiet and uncharacteristically hadn't come bursting through the door yet, two whining about being hungry and racing for a good seat at the table while one scoffed and growled for them to quit it.

"They decided they wanted to order some take-out tonight so they're back at the house watching movies." Bruno replied, barely batting an eye as his partner grunted out a sigh of relief.

The two missions today had gone successful to say the least (hence why he was early of course).

Josuke assumed whomever Abbacchio was asking about must've been the others he mentioned previously and settled for sitting quietly and watching the interaction between the pair.

Bruno had teamed up with Mista and Narancia with Fugo. Mista didn't even have to use the pistols this time, their target was easy and too piss drunk to put up a real fight. Almost sad if you asked them.

According to Fugo his mission with Narancia hadn't gone quite as smoothly as theirs had. Their targets had brought back up and tried to make a get away by splitting up in cars. Their tires were full of lead by the time Aerosmith got to them and so were their bodies in the end.

The way they talked so comfortably with one another, holding hands over the table so naturally, it made Josuke wonder how Koichi and Yukako were doing. Those two were really the only couple in his life.

Seeing these two so calm and collected but still have an undoubted twinkle of adoration for one another in their eyes was much better than that gross love. He found himself smiling again.

He had never really been in love before but he had always seen it to be sickeningly sweet when portrayed in those movies on tv, making him a little wary about experiencing it. Those endless scenes where couples would fawn over each other every two seconds and act all lovey dovey made him want to puke sometimes.

Not to mention how the girls from his class back in Japan would hang on his arm and follow him everywhere, gushing about how handsome he was and sometimes even go so far as to try to fight one another for his attention. It made him want to just tell them to bug off some days.

"Please tell me about yourself, Josuke." Bruno began, both mens attention rested solely on him now.

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Talking to Bucciarati was actually quite easy.

The dark-haired Man listened so well and his face itself radiated warmth as Josuke talked and talked, hanging on every word as if he were talking about the most interesting things in the world.

Josuke found these things quite mundane and not exciting in the least, he realized he really did live a plain old everyday life apart from being a stand-user and protector of his City (that was also not counting being friends with an actual Alien from outerspace).

Josuke wasn't quite sure where to begin at first, he didn't want to bore the man, so he started out by telling him he was a tourist from Japan.

Things unfolded from there and he moved into his life as a Highschool student in Morioh.

But Bruno listened, nodding his head, very interested in seemingly all of the mundanity.

He asked him his likes, his dislikes, about Morioh, his Home, his Education and any plans for the future furthering it and the more Josuke answered, the more he felt himself opening up and starting to tell him particular memories and moments with his friends and his Mom.

Bruno actually barked out a laugh when he recounted the story of how he made the mistake of giving Mikitaka a cup of coffee last month without thinking twice (leaving out the part he was an Alien of course) and that ended with him having to drag the buzzing blonde pointy-eared humanoid (whom he spent 2 hours trying to pry off his ceiling) home to his "Mother".

Abbacchio snorted when hearing the story about the time Okuyasu got stuck in a kiddie swing at the park, causing both the Police and Fire Department to have to come to the playground and cut him out of it.

He blamed Koichi for putting the idea in his head of course.

They talked for so long, Josuke didn't even remember how hungry he was (the cake from earlier was heavenly but it wasn't quite filling) until a particularly loud growl of his stomach interrupted him during his speech.

"My you're hungry!" Bruno laughed softly as Josuke felt his cheeks burning. He barely had time to blink before there was a waiter there at the table (a different one from before at that) and a menu being set in front of him.

'At least here I can choose what I want...' he thought to himself as his eyes focused on the ornate little booklet filled with long confusing Italian words in fancy handwritten font.

Oh...

Wait......

He had to choose what he wanted.

Once again, he felt like a Kindergartener helplessly squinting at a word longer than 4 letters being written on the blackboard.

He had no idea what any of it meant or what any of these dishes were.

He almost laughed thinking back to his first visit to Tonios little Trattoria with Okuyasu and how put out they were about him not using menus, opting to read palms to "order" instead.

That seemed like such a better option right now than letting his eyes burn holes into a book of nonsense words.

"Something the matter?" Abbacchio piped up, raising a well styled eyebrow at him. He had already discussed with the kid that money wasn't an issue, so that couldn't be the reason the kid looked so nervous.

Josuke bit his lip, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked up to meet the pairs puzzled gaze.

"Uhh... It's just that I... I can't..."

"Please." Josuke laughed a little, holding the menu out as the man scooted closer to him.

Bucciarati blinked, his eyebrows raising in realization from beneath his bangs.

"Oh, I see." He said. "Would you like some help?"

Patiently, he went through the entire thing with him, pointing to each dish and telling him what they consisted of. Josuke nodded and listened more intently than he ever did in class, trying his best to remember certain names.

"I think I'll have the... the..." Josuke helplessly pointed to the particular dish, his face tinging a little pink.

Bruno was so patient and calm Josuke wondered if this man actually could be a Mother.

He once again chose to ignore the chuckle ringing throughout his head.

"Saltimbocca di pollo alla Romana." Bruno supplied.

He didn't want to embarrass himself further by even attempting to parrot that back. Thankfully, Bucciarati did the talking when the waiter returned.

Josuke didn't have to wonder if this man was a stand-user because he felt that familiarity pull at him again, this time it comforted him, and Josuke found himself smiling.

The teenager had quite forgotten about arrow wielding stands, psycho murderers and blood baths among all the laughter and friendly conversation over the table...

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Blue Guitar | Chapter 2: Dinner’s On You

Series Summary: Leone Abbacchio's trying his best to get his shit together for Narancia. But when Narancia ends up inviting him to a concert he's playing for, Leone ends up under the sheets of the popstar, Bruno Buccellati. It turns out dating a popstar has complications. Especially when a certain someone named Diavolo has tricks up his sleeves.

Chapter 2 Summary: Leone Abbacchio arrives at Bruno’s concert, only to be completed fascinated by the singer. He promptly meets the band, and gets flirted by Bruno.

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Pairing: Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Buccellati

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“How are we doing so far tonight? Are we good?” Bruno took the microphone off from the stand it was placed and grasped it within his hand. He walks around the stage, waving a hand towards the crowd before him, a bright smile on his lips. The singer was clad in glittered, iridescent, light blue pants. A sheer white suit with ruffles upfront adorned his torso, showing off the black lace of his undergarment. All the while a shiny, heeled, black Christian Louboutin completed the outfit he wore.

Bruno’s under the spotlights, illuminating his whole figure and showcasing the singer to the audience in front of him. He’s charismatic, in words and in movement. When his band had started playing the first tunes to his opening song had started playing and he was waiting for his moment to come out to the stage, he clutched the handle of his microphone- a sleek white with black teardrops design which he had custom made- soft breaths leaving his lips as the rush of adrenaline had slowly come over him. And when it was his cue, all anxiety just drifted away and sheer euphoria flooded his veins as he started singing in sync with the tune.

The crowd before him cheers, waving their hands wildly. Bruno’s chest feels warm at the overwhelming attention he’s getting. Life on stage was the best part of being a musician. The adrenaline he gets from being upstage, hearing the screams of people, singing his songs as he moved to the beat. It was exhilarating.

Although, the handsome man upfront surely caught his attention.

Narancia seemed more anxious about the concert than Leone had expected. A few hours ago, Narancia was frantic. Running from the kitchen, his bedroom, the living room- pretty much the whole apartment basically- to make sure he did not forget anything. Moody Blues grumpily hissed at Narancia when the cat awoke from her nap due to the teenager’s feet shaking the floors of their apartment as if an earthquake was happening. Leone had to reassure Narancia a thousand times, all the while Moody Blues tried to resume her nap.

Leone did not have high expectations for the concert. He just wanted to watch Narancia rock his guitar. Before Buccellati climbed up the stage, the band first settled in. When Narancia had entered the stage with two other guys, his eyes immediately started to scan the crowd- eagerly wanting to see Leone. The teenager had frantically waved with a massive grin on his face when he had spotted Leone’s silver hair among the crowd.

The adult chuckled at Narancia and waved back at him, a warm feeling filling his chest.

But what he didn’t expect was to see the charming man, Bruno- whom he had met in the grocery shop after his squabble with Giorno, upstage singing in front of him. From the moment Bruno had revealed himself onstage with dancing lights above him, least to say he was stunned to see the view before him. Who knew that Bruno from the grocery store was the Buccellati Narancia was working for? Certainly not Leone.

Leone hadn’t been to many concerts. He’d rather put up his headphones and get lost in the music of Monteverdi. But today, this- wholly, beautiful man that’s got Leone into some sort of trance that’s gotten him lost in nothing but Bruno’s voice- it’s exhilarating. He’s irrevocably captivated. The tone of the singer’s voice sends deep chills down his spine and he’s pulled in to listen for more.

“Before we near the end of today’s show, I wanna give a massive thank you to my incredible, incredible band!” Bruno splayed out a hand and presented the band behind him, multiple spotlights falling on the boys who were bringing life to the instruments they were playing.

A grin is plastered on Bruno’s face as he presented Narancia to the crowd first, “A recent recruit of mine and my wonderful guitarist, Narancia Ghirga!”

The spotlights fell onto Narancia. The teenager waved to the crowd, full of enthusiasm. In return, the audience before him cheered. Leone’s lips twitched into a smile as he looked at Narancia fondly, warmth seeping through his chest. Damn, he’d never felt any prouder than he was before.

Narancia is wearing a black t-shirt which was tucked in grey wide-legged pants and black loafers that had a big, gold ring in front as design. But what really was eye-catching was the glittered light blue bandana he wore on his head. The bandana matched Bruno’s trendy trousers.

Leone looked over to the drummer as Bruno introduced him, “My great and amazing drummer, Guido Mista!”

Guido Mista was sitting behind the array of drums but he stood to his feet and stepped out from his set of drums and bowed with his hand outstretched when Bruno called his name. Mista is dressed in a solid black, cropped turtleneck sweater. A beanie of the same color sat on his head, an arrow pointed downwards on his forehead. However, the turtle-necked collar, the hem of the sleeves, and the color of the arrow of his beanie also happened to be glittered and light blue that also twinned Bruno’s trousers.

“Of course, last but not least. My skilled and marvelous keyboardist, Pannacotta Fugo!”

Pannacotta Fugo had dirty blonde hair that fell behind his back ever so gracefully. His face only showed a twitch of a smile and a gentle wave to the crowd. Leone had to keep a snicker when he saw that Fugo’s black suit was riddled with holes and strawberry earrings dangle freely. He thought that the boy looked ridiculous. And surprisingly, the necktie he adorned matched Bruno’s pants as well.

“Wow, fashionably coordinated, huh.” Leone murmured under his breath.

Bruno walked back in front of the microphone stand and attached the microphone back to its stand before speaking once more. “This is: Adore You.”

The lights dim a little bit, Mista starts thrumming his drums at a pace. Fugo’s fingers start pressing down on the keys and Narancia’s strumming his guitar with the chords of the song. Bruno’s foot starts tapping to the beat, bobbing his head to the sound, eyes shut as he starts singing, “Walk in your rainbow paradise,”

Narancia, Fugo, and Mista sing a back-up of, “Paradise,” and it amazes Leone how their voices mesh together in a perfect melody that accompanied Bruno’s voice so well.

“Blueberry lipstick state of mind,” Bruno’s eyebrows furrow as he sings into the mic.

Then the lyric is followed by the trio harmonizing, “State of mind.”

“I get so lost inside your eyes,” Bruno’s eyes subtly scan the array of people in the area in front of him. It wasn’t that hard to spot the pair of eyes he wanted to see as the owner of those eyes belonged to a man with hair white as snow. “Would you believe it?”

Bruno Buccellati, a kind, and compassionate soul. He was adored by many due to his songs. His overall aura just draws you to him. Bruno lived in the coastal suburbs of Naples with his mother and father. His father worked as a humble fisherman. When his mother had sung him a lullaby instead of the usual bedtime stories, he was instantly enthralled by the way his mother sang. It was then he developed an interest in singing.

“You don’t have to say you love me. You don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say you’re mine.”

Even when his parents divorced, his passion for singing never wavered. His father was determined to give Bruno a good education so he started taking tourists on his boats to earn more. Bruno would entertain the tourists by giving them a song number he practiced the day before. Consequently, it earned him a good amount of lire which he put into his savings.

“ Honey, ” Bruno sang, taking the mic off its stand and walking around the stage.

Collectively, the three band members sang, “ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ”

“ I’d walk through fire for you, just let me adore you, ”

Leone used to think that nobody could match the likes of Monteverdi. Just like how no movie could surpass Sling Blade, in his opinion. But watching Bruno sing his heart out in front of him. And the charming smile the singer puts on his face while he gazes to the crowd. Leone thought, maybe Monteverdi won’t be the only artist he’ll be listening to after this.

“ Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do, ” Bruno finishes the first chorus. He proceeds to walk around the stage, waving to people.

Bruno was found by Polpo who worked for the management, Passione. After being able to save up for his education, Bruno started working a part-time job in a local pub where he would stand in front of tipsy people and sing songs. Coincidentally, Polpo had been looking for a client. He offered Bruno a chance at becoming an artist. It took Bruno a couple of days to consider the man’s offer. He didn’t want to leave his father all alone when he was off chasing his dreams. But his father encouraged him to take it.

“You’d make a proud man,” His father had told him.

So here he was now. Pouring his heart out with every ounce of his being to the songs he had written.

Bruno stops in a particular spot at the stage, which just happened to be right in front of Leone. “ Your wonder under summer skies, ”

“ Summer skies, ” The three band members sing.

“ Fair skin and lemon over ice, ” A twitch overcomes Leone’s lips as he meets Bruno’s eyes.

He feels entranced when Bruno shoots him a subtle wink. Like he can’t seem to take his eyes off of him.

“ Would you believe it? ” Bruno tilts his head in question as if he was asking Leone.

Leone bites back a chuckle, pressing his lips together. He looks around him to see if anyone saw their interaction, but everyone else was lost in Bruno’s singing. Bruno starts his pre-chorus again, but he stays in that particular area of the stage. His body moves to the rhythm of the song, his head is swaying with the melody. The ends of his hair are dancing along with him, whipping against his head back and forth. And his right foot, simultaneously in sync.

“ It’s the only thing I’ll ever do,” Narancia, Fugo, and Mista sing the lyric repeatedly as the song’s bridge. They sing it a number of times as they play their instruments. Bruno’s feet bring him to different parts of the stage as he awaits the finishing lines. But before the bridge finishes, he quickly pulls the microphone stand and drags it toward that spot.

Just as the last chorus began, he swiftly places his microphone back on the stand and opens his mouth. “I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you.”

He knows Leone’s eyes are on him, but he doesn’t return the gaze this time. Instead, he shuts his eyes, grasping the thin body of the microphone stand. His other hand stays on the mic. “Oh, honey. I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you.” He continues singing the chorus until it eventually comes to the finishing lyrics.

But for the last lyric of the song, he opens his eyes and it makes contact with Leone’s, “Just let me adore you.” Bruno places a hand on his heart as he sings, then he points. The crowd goes wild at the action- thinking it was meant for them and their proceeding screams are deafening. But Leone knows it was meant for him.

Leone’s pulled by Narancia’s hand through the hallway that led to the lounge where the rest of the band and Bruno retired too when the concert was finished. He was nervous to see Bruno again, especially after the striking stares a pair of blue eyes had given him when the singer was pouring his heart out on the song. Leone felt as though Bruno was indirectly talking to him through the song. Even with a crowd full of people that came to watch and adore Bruno Buccellati, it was like Bruno was playing the song for him.

When Narancia opened the door, Leone first laid eyes on a certain blonde that brought irritation to his veins. He immediately rolled his eyes when the familiarity struck him and the events at the grocery shop came flashing back in his mind.

Giorno snickered when he saw Leone come through the door being pulled by Narancia while he leaned against Mista who was munching on a slice of strawberry cake.

“Guys! Guys! Meet Leone Abbacchio!” Narancia announced, two of his hands splayed to present the tall goth, “My foster dad!”

The tall goth received a wave from Mista and a nod of acknowledgment from Fugo. Giorno greeted Leone with a small smile, “ Buona serata. ”

“Buona serata my ass,” Leone murmured, but he slowly realized what Narancia had called him earlier on. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he turned to look at Narancia, “Foster dad? What have you been telling these people Narancia-” But he wasn’t able to finish what he was saying because before he could process what Narancia called him, his arm was tugged once more.

But this time, it was pulled in the direction of none other than Bruno Buccellati himself.

Oh shit, Leone thought, stammering in unsensible words as he tried to stop Narancia but alas, it was already too late since they neared Bruno who was stood by the food table.

“Buccellati! Buccellati!” Enthusiastically, Narancia beamed at the adult in front of him.

Bruno turned his head when he heard Narancia’s voice, first glancing at the teenager himself before settling to the tall male next to him. Gently, he smirked at Leone. “And to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting, Narancia?”

Narancia giggled with a cute grin, pulling Leone close to him like glue. “Buccellati, meet Leone Abbacchio! He’s the one who’s been taking care of me. Abba, meet Buccellati!”

Leone inhaled sharply, swimming in the pools of blue he’s staring at. Without the sunglasses (And standing directly in front of him), Bruno looked so handsome at this proximity. Leone’s able to see his pretty face and the full of his sweetly curved lips. He feels his cheeks flush red when he sees Bruno’s eyes check over his body almost sensually. Fuck, Leone feels weak at the knees under his intense stare.

“Is that so? It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leone, ” Bruno smiles endearingly, eyes looking back at Leone’s while he holds out his hand. The way his name falls out of Bruno’s lips is smooth. The tone of his voice is soft yet it’s deep and penetrating.

“Pleasure to meet you too, Buccellati,” Leone replied, taking Bruno’s hand in his for a shake.

Bruno’s hand feels soft against his compared to his calloused ones. The warmth of Bruno’s hand engulfs his own, and he is almost reluctant to let go. “Bruno’s just fine, bello,” Bruno’s thumb softly rubs at Leone’s knuckles- Leone’s hand still grasped in his- as he gave another one of his award-winning smiles. Narancia’s oblivious to the overwhelming tension between the two adults.

“Oi Narancia! If you don’t hurry I’ll finish the cake myself!” Mista’s exclaim echoes in the room.

Gasping offendedly, Narancia shrills, “You wouldn’t dare!” He turned his head to look at the cake which earlier was whole but was now reduced to two slices.

“Oh, I would!” Mista threateningly taunts Narancia.

“You guys get acquainted! I’m gonna get the cake before Mista eats all of it,” The teen says to the two adults who finally let go of each other’s hands when they heard Mista shout. Before the two could say another word, Narancia is shuffling over the food table to grab a plate and a fork before quickly heading to grab a slice of the cake.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Bruno asks Leone, turning to face the food table. He resumes filling up his plate with a slice of prosciutto.

Leone nods his head, picking at his lacquered nails. “It was good, yeah. You were uh- great up there.”

For a moment, Bruno’s head spins to look at Leone and gives him a smirk, “I’m glad you liked it, bello. You should take a seat.” He nudges the legs of the stool beside him with the toe of his foot.

Politely, Leone takes a seat at the stool. He brushes back a strand of hair behind his ear when it falls to the front of his face as he sits down.

"So you’re Narancia’s guardian?”

Leone hums, “Not legally. The kid ran away from home and all. I just gave him a place to stay.”

“Not foster dad then?” An amused smile overcomes Bruno’s lips.

Chuckling Leone answered, “Nope. Not foster dad.”

Bruno leans against the food table with his back away from the array of food and moves beside Leone. He holds a plate of prosciutto in front of him. “Tell me about yourself, Leone.” Bruno takes a forkful of the food in his mouth as he awaits Leone’s reply.

Leone scratches the back of his neck, “There’s not much to tell and besides, I just met you.” He raised a brow pointedly to which Bruno replies with a chuckle.

“Buon punto, Leone. Surely you remember our encounter in the grocery store? You know, orange thief?”

Leone inwardly groans, rolling his eyes as he remembers an annoying blonde brat. “Hardly makes me a thief. You gave them to me at the end, though. Remember?”

When he came home from the grocery shop, he refused to tell Narancia what had gone down to save himself from the teen’s endless bickering. Ugh, the things I do for you, Leone thought as he handed Narancia the pack of oranges hours before. He was rewarded by repetitious thank yous from the teenager.

Bruno nodded, “Sì, you were quite adamant about getting them for your kid and all.” He flicks his eyes to Narancia.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just- forget about the oranges.” The long-haired man sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Another hearty chuckle escapes through Bruno’s mouth. “Don’t fret, Leone. I was only teasing. Anyway, have you formally met the others?”

“Not really. All I know is the brat who claimed that I stole the oranges.” Leone huffs, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“That brat is my publicist,” Bruno answers, finishing his plate of prosciutto. “Giorno’s pretty strict and he can be dogmatic at times. But it’s what makes him a good publicist. I apologize on his behalf.”

Leone shakes his head, “It’s fine. It’s over now anyway.”

Humming, Bruno asked, “Say, Leone, are you busy tonight?”

Shaking his head, Leone answered, “Have lots of free time, why do you ask?”

“Hmm… I have a reservation for Ristorante Don Alfonso 1890 to try out their food. Giorno insists I go and have dinner with a friend for the experience because apparently he and Mista had a date there. He said the food was great.” Bruno poured two glasses with iced tea, offering one to Leone.

Graciously, Leone accepts the glass. “You’re… you want me to go with you?”

“I was going to bring mio padre but he told me he was exhausted from working and he rather I’d bring a friend instead,” Bruno explained.

Leone purses his lips in thought. Staring at the iced tea before him. Bruno Buccellati was inviting him to dinner. “Are- are you asking me out?”

Bruno looks at Leone and hums. He shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

It baffles him that someone like Bruno Buccellati would want to invite him to dinner. Bruno could have anyone he wants but instead, he’s asking Leone out for dinner. Leone wasn’t really a romantic person. He’s reserved and closed off, built up walls. Unlike Bruno’s charming and outgoing personality- which people admire- He’s the complete opposite of Bruno.

Bruno’s had his fair share of lovers. Ranging from men and women. But they were all flings. The only long-term relationship he had didn’t last because the press was being invasive with their relationship. Consequently, that led to a break-up. He coped with the aftermath through songwriting and thus, his new album was born.

“As long as there’s good wine, I’m in.” Said Leone. He agrees because he does want to go. He wants to get to know Bruno. Not Bruno Buccellati the pop star, but just simply Bruno. Even without admitting it to himself, he already likes where this is going.

Bruno smiles, “Di molto bene! Wear something nice, bello. I’d very much like to adore you.”

Leone blushes, he opens his mouth to reply however a sudden thud, crack of an object and a shout interrupts them.

“You shit for brains!”

A distorted, out of tune note erupts from the keyboard due to the clenched fist that belonged to Fugo pounded on the instrument. Bruno and Leone’s eyes widen and survey the scene.

Narancia and Mista lay on the floor groaning, the coffee table that used to be in front of the couch was now in broken pieces scattered around and under the two bodies. Giorno’s face is full of shock as he tries to process what the fuck just happened.

Bruno’s sudden snap makes the room go silent, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!”

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#march's fics #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Golden Wind #Bruabba #Leone Abbacchio #Bruno Buccellati #Giorno Giovanna #Guido Mista #Narancia Ghirga #Pannacotta Fugo #jjba #Vento Aureo #fanfic #jojo golden wind

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dokk-fukuro · 4 years

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Tea Party [Abbacchio x OC] Pt 3

A/N: strong language

The tea was amazing, Marino didn’t fully understand what was the matter: in its variety or in something completely unusual for herself, but she drove away unnecessary thoughts, even if she understood that this was not for long. The warmth of the drink warmed her from the inside, despite a rather warm night, from which Vita slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her lips rose slightly and a quiet, barely perceptible exhalation burst from her chest.

“I decided that it would be time for you and me to stop doing the shit,” the girl honestly blurted out, her cold eyes fixed on Abbacchio. She pondered what was going on between them for a long time, and began to feel: all the tension that was between them and looked like bare wires under tension was a little strange. It was not even their incompatible characters; it was something else, something elusive to Marino herself. “Listen, we are both adults, and clung like children in a sandbox. I wanna find out why do you hate me so much... Well, and drink tea”.

Vittoria was serious, her eyes were shining, she really wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, to find out everything with him here and now, because she believed that there would simply be no better case. Marino wanted to put everything on the shelves, and in this, as she believed, Leone could help her, because all the misunderstandings were directly related to him, and digging in herself without the participation of someone who drives her crazy (sometimes not in the best sense) were pointless. It seemed to her it would be easier to hear from him everything that he thinks about her, perhaps the girl would have something to add from herself.

“I just wanna understand at what point I faced the wrong way. I want to improve our relationship a bit,” the girl grunted, and takes another sip of tea. Her gaze shifted to the surface of the table, as if trying to find something that helped her in a difficult battle with the emotions that a man evokes before her. She wanted to be a little closer to him, but there were several factors that hindered the process of changing relationships. The first and, perhaps, the most important: the desire to have personal space, to keep it away from you, so as not to recall what happened so long ago. The second factor was that Vita had no idea what reaction to expect from Abbacchio, and therefore preferred to distance herself from him as much as possible. “Not so much for myself as for Buccellati. We both respect his decisions, so I don’t want to upset capo and not to make him regret the choice he made.”

She was bluffing, Marino wanted to establish relations with the former policeman, not only because of Bruno. It seemed to her that both of them would be better off if they would tell each other everything that they thought so as not to torment their mind anymore.

He played with Vittoria staring contest and undoubtedly won. The cold, polished gaze of blue eyes didn’t for a moment leave the same cold gray eyes. Even pouring aromatic tea into his cup, Leone didn’t take his eyes off. Every detail, every movement was important to him in order to reveal the lie of Signora Marino. And, surprisingly, Abbacchio didn’t notice a bluff, but still threw a quiet laugh, not so much angry as surprised. Girl, and takes the first step in an attempt to defuse the situation. Still impressive. Abbacchio paused to take a sip of tea and leave a black lipstick mark on white porcelain cup.

"You know, the whole world is in my disfavor. This is the first," his lips twisted into a grin again. Abbacchio himself did not know whether those words were a joke or not, but one way or another, Leone wasn’t only concerned with Vittoria with displeasure and dislike. “And the second...” He even fell silent for a moment in thoughtfulness. Did he want to improve these dubious relationships, ending in a loud skirmish? Maybe. But did he do anything to change that? No way. Abbacchio needs a push, motivation, which Bruno has always been in many situations. And in this, apparently, too...

"I don't hate you. I just don't trust you, okay?" since Vittoria wanted to keep everything clear, Abbacchio didn’t want to resist. If she wants to get answers to her urgent questions, then what is the problem of helping her with them? A certain rudeness, sharpness, slipped into his low voice. Involuntarily, of course. Nevertheless, Leone hastened to clear his throat and speak in a milder way, he frankly didn’t want to create a conflict directly to the whole residence “Bucellati, as a person, is extremely strange. He, of course, like many others here, has problems with his head, but they didn’t overshadow his clear view of people. But I still can’t understand what is so special he saw in this jerk Giovanna with wet behind the ears, what he saw so special in you" some bad light flickered in his blue eyes. Leone squinted, set the cup aside. “He chose you, and now you are here, Marino. You are here, and you make me angry to a creak in my teeth. No, not with your great sense of justice, and not even with the fact that you are always spinning here, ready to take on any business. Oh, you don't want to hear that.

He drank the tea in one gulp and did not even blink - the tea is not as hot as his newly kindled painful fire in the heart. Leone was angry, but still controlled himself so as not to show his emotions on his painted face. At heart, he is ashamed of these stupid emotions. At heart, he wants to end this pulling feeling. He wants to see the absolute nothing short nights again, and not to see a woman's face, either smiling or somber. He wants to completely immerse himself in work again, and not be distracted by obsessive thoughts.

"I have no idea what you did... No, I don’t even want to know what you did, but stop coming to me in my dreams," he looked at Vittoria especially seriously, he was not joking. "I refuse to work with you? I want to be fuckin away from you so that you, Marino, cease to come in my thoughts at any inappropriate moment, like Jesus to Magdalena."

And Marino froze with a cup in her hands, trying to realize what she heard. She slowly looked at Leone in surprise, blinked a couple of times quickly, but still did not dare to say a word. What did he just say? Does she have hallucinations? Vittoria swallowed noisily, still doubting what came to her ears.

"I... what?” the girl asked, not taking her cold gray eyes from Abbacchio. No, complete nonsense, but now she is sure that she has no hallucinations. Carefully setting the cup down on the saucer, Vita inhaled noisily and cleared her throat, “Wait a second. Are you hinting that I used some kind of supernatural shit to get the attention of someone who comes to me in my dreams almost from the moment I came here?! Are you fuckin kidding me?!”

Indignation burned in the girl's eyes. “What did he think of himself ?!”, the girl was indignant in her thoughts, however, another deep noisy breath put a mess in her head in order. Marino wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose and laughed softly, realizing how stupid the situation was. She has now driven a nail into the lid of her coffin, and this will not be the first or last nail, but it was too late to retreat.

Does this somber and rude goth come in dreams to someone? Probably only in the worst dreams, given the reaction of the Toria. She clearly doesn’t lie, but for some reason it’s hard to Leone to believe in, there are too many coincidences. If Signora Marino is a witch, then she’s not so good one. So much so that her spell gave her a good pullback. In any case, Abbacchio raised a skeptic eyebrow, he was waiting for details, but, fortunately or unfortunately, the girl turned on another topic.

“I have no idea what Buccellati found in me, but as long as I have the strength, I will help each of you,” she didn’t intend to rush with pathetic phrases like: “Enemies will burn in Hell” or something in a similar spirit. Vittoria simply wanted to make it clear that she didn’t know why she had been taken away from the prison almost immediately, as soon as the girl was released, but she knew for sure since she was among the Buccellati’s gang, it was no accident. “Listen, it seems to me that our attempts to move away from each other will lead to nothing, therefore...”

Marino held out her free hand to Abbacchio, as if offering a truce. It became a little easier on her heart from the fact that they managed in situation, nevertheless, to sort things out. The indignation in her eyes gave way to condescension and... Some kind of warmth. Vittoria had heard enough, and now she was ready to take the first step in the physical plane, she was ready to overcome her unwillingness to let anyone closer to her.

“I know I’m not quite nice person, and your character is not so sweet, you infuriate me to nausea with your manner of behaving like a complete asshole,” Vita grinned wryly, but in a split second her face again took on a more pleasant expression, “But I want to be closer to you”.

#my writing #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Golden Wind #vento auero #abbacchio x oc

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lovehotelreservation · 5 years

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My Dirty Little Shame - The Disgrace and The Incompetent [2/?]

Summary: A Stand User. A villain.

No matter how you were classified as, in the eyes of Abbacchio and Aizawa, you were someone in dire need of discipline by their hand.

And after all that had transpired between you and the two of them, your punishment couldn’t come sooner enough.

Rating: PG-13 [Rating will go up]

Pairing: Abbacchio/Reader/Aizawa

[Next Chapter]

YEEHAW EVERYONE I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW UPDATE!!!

Thanks so much to everyone who expressed their interest in the first chapter of this new piece! With Part 5's anime having ended already while BNHA's new season begins tomorrow!!! I wanted to return to this fic, as there's still much I wanted to share with this work! Especially LEWDZ

Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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Just where the hell was Narancia?

Scowling, Abbacchio reached up to adjust the police cap atop his head. Though he wasn't wearing his usual eccentrically revealing gothic robes, he was still sweltering within Tokyo's humid summer in the police uniform that he was currently wearing. With his black lipstick scrubbed off and his silken, ivory locks tied up in a bun, he was much more presentable--and unrecognizable--in appearance.

It had been a busy week.

Abbacchio had much on his mind, going from caring little about the upcoming Summer Olympics--save for the bit of country pride that would arise if Italy won gold--to jetting off on the next flight to Tokyo as soon as he was given approval.

Namely on how he planned on devastating you the moment he managed to track you down.

Though, he still had to be considerate of why he was allowed to go on what was essentially a revenge trip in the first place.

This office was just so damn golden.

And floral.

And Moschino.

"While Abbacchio had come to see Giorno as a close friend, a trusted ally, and a respected don, there was something so gaudy and tryhard about the young boss's office space that made him want to start smoking and use the coffee table bonsai tree as an ashtray. And, indeed, he was doing just that, a lit cigarette perched between his fingers.

Though, with Giorno sitting at his desk just before the royal blue velvet sofa that Abbacchio was lounging upon, he was at least respectful enough to tap the ashes onto the designated tray.

"--While I'm well aware of where Passione must stand in terms of global affairs, Mr. Polnareff has been a great friend and ally, and I feel that assisting the Speedwagon Foundation would be in our best interest," Giorno remarked, his chin resting upon his steepled fingers, all while his eyes trailed over the array of documents currently displayed on his desk. He reached down to sift through the file dedicated to Koori and the recent attack on the Olympic village, retrieving a picture of the ice skater to show to Abbacchio, his eyes narrowing with resolve.

"After all, we need to make sure Ghiaccio gets captured at last so we can stop La Squadra from spreading out their influence abroad."

Reclined fully back against the sofa, Abbacchio allowed for a haze of grey smoke to escape his lips. "...I'm well aware." His position was familiar, reminiscent of those warm, idyllic afternoons spent with you. Your head on his lap, affectionate eyes staring sweetly up at him while your fingers teasingly trailed along his chest.

Up until he had enough, seizing your wrist before splaying you upon the couch and smothering your lips with smokey kisses.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, knowing that if he were to even glance at the photo, he was going to destroy something. While Ghiaccio was always an especially irritating sight that caused sore eyes, Abbacchio's fury came from the connection that the two of you had together.

How your arms wrapped so snuggly around Ghiaccio's neck, one of your eyes fluttering shut in a wink before you disappeared from his life.

Seeing Abbacchio's averted stare, Giorno closed his eyes, a light chuckle escaping him as he slipped the photo back to its file. "Of course." His attention shifted over to another file, one which bore the seal of Japan's Hero Public Safety Commission. "...Still, to better our chances, the Speedwagon Foundation is requesting that we join together with the Heroes Association during the Olympics--"

Abbacchio glanced down.

Giorno's bonsai tree really was looking deficient in cigarette ashes.

Following his gaze and how his hands took hold of his cigarette, Giorno only proceeded to sigh, "I understand that it's already requesting much of you to assist with international affairs, Abbacchio. However, from what I could see, while Narancia will surely be needed, only you and Eraserhead will find the greatest success together since the two of you had similar encounters--"

Abrupt and unceremonious, Abbacchio was suddenly on his feet. His hand lowered, flicking ash to its designated tray. A respectful manner in contrast to the glare in his eyes--still less volatile than from when he saw Giorno as a hapless new recruit instead of the reliable don that he was today.

"Tch--I don't need anyone's help. I've got no reason to work with a so-called Hero who couldn't even do his job right," Abbacchio nearly spat out just before he turned to make his leave, his eyes facing forward to the future he was willing to claw his way towards.

The future he saw was you bound in chains, whether in an Italian prison cell, or locked away in his bedroom.

And though Giorno expected more or less for this mission debriefing to end as it did, he still couldn't help but smile as Abbacchio added,

"Revenge will see me through."

However, while Abbacchio's vengeance could match that of the sun, his eyes couldn't withstand the intense brightness of summer. Reaching for the front of his uniform, he retrieved the rather unfortunate pair of non-Gucci shades that had been provided by the Speedwagon Foundation for his disguise, slipping them on with displeasure.

He peered around the crowd of excited spectators in hopes of catching a glimpse of Narancia. However, in this age of Quirks, to find a scrawny Italian 20-something dressed in an orange Supreme hoodie and a purple Moschino skort proved to be annoyingly difficult.

While Abbacchio was to patrol around the arena for when Ghiaccio would take the Olympic stage, Narancia was supposed to be doing recon around the premises, seeking out all possible escape routes that the gangster-turned-athlete could utilize. It took a great deal of either courage, stupidity, or courageous stupidity for Ghiaccio to have even resurfaced in the public eye to such a degree.

Though, as Abbacchio could reason, by what he was aware of La Squadra, he wouldn't have been surprised if this was in relation to whatever business relationship that was struck up with the yakuza in exchange for hosting him in Japan.

That and pride.

So much.

Goddamn.

Pride.

Contemplating as to why Ghiaccio made his return--along with, more importantly, why you showed yourself once again--Abbacchio prepared to do another patrol around the arena's premises.

Up until he caught a glimpse of a young man running by the stands, his Supreme fanny pack--worn diagonally across his chest--bounced slightly against his front with each hurried step.

With the flash of orange and purple, Abbacchio snorted under his breath.

There was only one person that scrawny who could dress that ugly.

Still, there had to be some reason that Narancia was too busy running about to report back. With that in mind, Abbacchio proceeded to trail after him, right as a Bakugou Katsuki was introduced to the crowd.

While Abbacchio made his way past stands of a different nature from what he was used to, a lone Aizawa was in one of the overseeing VIP rooms, staring out towards the grand obstacle course below where athletes would demonstrate the power of their Quirks. His eyes shifted over to the clock that was hanging on the wall towards his right, his eyebrows furrowing as he let out a displeased hum.

Just where the hell was Midoriya?

With the Olympics set to begin soon, Midoriya should have returned from his run-through of the entire Coliseum space. Having completed his studies and graduated from UA High, he had finally set out to accomplish his dreams of being a professional hero.

While balancing on top of his own participation in the Olympic games, he was tasked with assisting his former teacher, as per the request of Toshinori. Given the international connections regarding this mission, he near pleaded to be able to help out and broaden the scope of his experience.

Though Midoriya looked to be all too eager to take on his new role, Aizawa could only look towards this mission with burning vengeance and bitter longing.

A sight that he could only and truly gaze at by the work of his upgraded goggles.

This office was just too damn bright.

Calmly sitting at one of the many chairs by a conference table, Aizawa was tempted to already slip on the modified pair of goggles that were laid across the sleek oak surface.

A specially designed pair from the Speedwagon Foundation, the international organization that dealt with a certain subset of people who had Quirk-like abilities.

They weren't Heroes by any means.

Rather, as the Speedwagon Foundation referred to them, they were Stand users.

Truly the one crucial point that separated Quirk from Stand was that the former could be seen by all while the latter was only able to be seen by those who also possessed the same power

At least for the most part.

After all, with the goggles that the Speedwagon Foundation had prepared just for him, he would now be able to see any Stand, no matter the user.

And now Aizawa--a Pro Hero who dealt with countless villains--was standing in one of the offices at the Speedwagon Foundation's temporary headquarters: a grand naval vessel that was docked off the coast of Morioh.

The task of hunting down not one but two Stand users was now officially on his shoulders, at the request of the two individuals sitting across from him.

To the left was a familiar face: lead detective for the Ghiaccio/Koori case and representative for both the police force and the Olympic Committee, Naomasa.

On the right was a stranger with a near unsettlingly familiar voice: a fortune teller and one of the top agents for the Speedwagon Foundation, Mohammed Avdol. A man of Egyptian descent, he carried himself ever so calm and reserved with the occasional hearty chuckle. Though, his outfit was bold with vibrant red cotton robes and big, ornate golden jewelry adorning his body. If Aizawa were to so much as close his eyes whenever Avdol spoke, he would have most certainly believed that a calm but prideful Toshinori was in the room.

While not surprising, somehow the world's Number One Hero was involved in this whole ordeal, as well. And despite his logical dismissals, he still felt the beginnings of sparks of vengeance and the pangs of jealousy, the thought of you looking towards a close friend with the same desire you once showed to him.

"--thus, after reviewing the footage from All Might's agency, we have concluded that it is without doubt that Trouble Maker was seen on the premises, posing as part of the cleaning staff," Naomasa noted while presenting security camera stills. "However, considering her insistence on gaining access to Toshi's office, suspicion obviously arose, but she disappeared before she could be confronted."

Sure enough, disguise and all, you could be seen going about your 'duties'. While Aizawa was irritated thinking over what your intentions were, he was even more annoyed--albeit at himself--over how cute you looked in your work uniform.

Trouble Maker.

Apparently that was a familiar name amongst the yakuza, of a tempting siren who was not to be trifled with.

A simple but fitting title for you, even if earlier recollections of the time spent together were much more tender and sweet.

Perhaps now he would finally know just what caused that betrayal which had him scouring for revenge.

"For this to happen just mere weeks before the incident at the Olympic village..." Avdol trailed off, his eyes--once closed with contemplation--opening while his arms remained folded over his chest. "...I'm certain that whatever scheme is going on will most certainly involve Ghiaccio's appearance at the Olympics, whether by sabotage in favor of the yakuza or fleeing the country."

Aizawa reached for the goggles on the table, already rising from his seat. "Regardless, their intentions don't matter. I'll see to it that they are apprehended and brought to justice."

While Naomasa looked to be a bit flabbergasted at how fiercely determined Aizawa was, Avdol held a hand up, motioning for him to sit back down. "It is a relief to see that your resolve lives up to your reputation, Aizawa. However, while I trust you fully to take on this task, facing off against a Stand user is still much too different than facing against a villain."

"Believe me, I have experience with facing against Stands."

There was venom on Aizawa's tongue, a taste made even more bitter when a memory of your cheerful smile crossed his mind. One that was offered to him while he was struggling to so much as sit up from the concrete ground, just moments before you made your escape in the back of a van, the sight of you drawing Ghiaccio close to your chest before the backdoor shut.

Though Avdol's expression looked to be more sympathetic, he remained firm, all while his hand rested over a file that was dated nearly 7 years ago, of which was noted with a simple but resounding 'Mission Failed'. "We would still prefer you partner up with a Stand user, Aizawa, especially since one is on this mission as well." With a nod, he urged, "You should work alongside him. Though he does align himself with Passione, he is to be trusted and his experience would--"

"To work with the Italian mafia?" Aizawa interjected, his eyes narrowing while his tone struggled to remain neutral. "Pardon for what I must ask, Mr. Avdol, but are you out of your mind?" He near slammed his hand against his chest as he went on, lips curling into a snarl as emotions of both heated vengeance and a lingering heartache quickly resurfaced, "The responsibility for this matter falls onto me, and I will make sure this nuisance finally comes to an end with that woman in handcuffs."

Alarmed, Naomasa quickly turned towards Avdol, preparing to apologize for Aizawa's outburst. However, the Speedwagon Foundation representative looked to be calm, his eyes closing before pleasantly remarking, "I see this side to your reputation rings true as well."

Before Aizawa could get another word out, Naomasa immediately stepped in, his hands up in a gesture to calm down, "I understand that this mission has personal context for you, Aizawa. However, the success of this mission is of absolute importance." His expression becoming concerned, he added, "While it is imperative that Koori gets apprehended and whatever yakuza connections he has are revealed, Trouble Maker is a wholly different matter, especially if All Might gets involved."

While still tense, the more rational side of Aizawa struggled to reign him back in, that there was no place for his emotions during a mission debriefing of all things. “I agree that we should investigate further into why she took post at his office. However, I don't--" Recalling how perfectly you fit into his arms while he whisked you away to the bedroom came to mind. "--see how a Stand-- how a Quirk like hers would be that effective against him."

Naomasa quickly sifted through another folder, drawing out a summary report with a compilation of security camera stills at the bottom. Skimming over the details, he remarked, "It was said that during her time at All Might's office, Trouble Maker was asking about more..." Glancing up at Aizawa, he started to look flustered. "...personal questions regarding him. Gossip basically. But from what we know of the volatile and influential power that Trouble Maker's Stand has, if used against All Might then--"

"Shouta! The jig is that the world can't know that All Might fucks!"

Avdol jumped slightly in his seat.

Naomasa covered his face with his hands.

Aizawa readied his scarf.

Closing the door behind him before stepping into the debriefing room--having been out to go use the restroom but was lost after the third winding turn back--a grinning Hizashi proceeded to rub the back of his head while bowing 45 degrees out of respect. "Oh! Sorry! Sorry!"

Cupping his mouth with one hand, he loudly whispered, "The world can't know that All Might fuc--"

The rest of the mission debriefing took much longer than expected.

His expression looking utterly irritated upon recollection, Aizawa reached for his goggles, his grip on them turning into a clench.

At the very least, with Hizashi acting as one of the official Olympic sports commentators, there would always be eyes on Ghiaccio once he took to the field, which was to be soon. He received notice that Ghiaccio was to engage in the Quirk obstacle course, the very same one that he knew Bakugou was to compete in as well.

However, right as he heard the beginnings of the Italian national anthem, Aizawa glanced down towards the stands, only to see a familiar mass of green dashing by.

There was Midoriya.

And he looked to be pursuing something.

Aizawa tensed.

Could it be...?

While logic and rationality would have made him think to contact Midoriya first, emotions had him rushing out of the room in pursuit.

As Midoriya was one to seek after danger to handle it on his own, for him to not report back as ordered spoke volumes.

It wasn't long before Aizawa was rushing out the south gate of the Olympic Coliseum, whereupon he caught up to Midoriya, who had since stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, Abbacchio had just finally gotten hold of Narancia, who also came to a still at the south gate.

Abbacchio grabbed onto his shoulder, "Oi, Narancia--!"

Aizawa seized for the back of Midoriya's collar. "Midoriya, just where have you--?"

Both paused upon hearing an irritatingly familiar inflection.

Abbacchio and Aizawa looked up from their respective partners, soon facing one another, eye to eye.

A disgraced cop who had since fallen to the influence of the mafia.

An incompetent excuse of a hero who had seen better days.

Their eyes narrowed towards one another in a harsh glare.

However, before either could speak up, they heard the delighted cries of,

"Ayy, Signore Midoriya! Any luck on your end?"

"Ahh! Narancia-san! Not yet, but I hope your search has been productive!"

The two greeted one another with a wave.

Alarmed, Abbacchio and Aizawa were quick to utter out a near united, "What?!"

It was then that, at last, Narancia and Midoriya had turned to face their respective superiors.

And all Abbacchio and Aizawa could see was red.

Namely, an achingly familiar shade of rouge that was present on their respective partners' cheeks as a kissmark.

"Ahh Abbacchio! There you are!" Narancia beamed excitedly while his arms folded behind his head, "My bad, but I was helping a pretty tourist who said she was looking for her baby boy!"

"Ai- Ai-Aizawa-sensei!" Midoriya stuttered out in a fluster while quickly wiping the kissmark away. "I'm so sorry! While I was canvassing the area, a distressed woman approached me and said she was looking for her kitten!"

The words that were uttered out struck at the two.

Baby boy.

Kitten.

You were here.

#leone abbacchio #aizawa shouta #jjba #bnha #reader insert #My Dirty Little Shame #Fic #management will return in a queue minutes

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