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Hello, I did not want to disturb but I wanted to know how the stands of Bucci-Gang + Trish and Diavolo would behave in front of their beloved?Since they are manifestations of his soul, they would also show his Yandere side, sorry if it is a lot of work and I love how you write
*just so everyone knows I keep a lot of asks and hope to eventually write them later if I really like the concept…even if it may literally take an eternity to get to them*
So since this is Yandere focused I’m going to lean on that, but you’ll get to see the expressions of obsession as I write.
Yandere Bucciarati Group + Diavolo and Trish’s stands reacting to their darling
Bruno Bucciarati
Generally speaking Sticky Fingers particularly seems to “stand guard” around you. It’s fingers sometimes float across your skin, gentle touching. But at a moments notice is quick to use its ability if Bruno even suspects you trying to escape or pull something. There are times where you feel it grab your arm and drag you closer to its master.
Leone Abbacchio
Since his stand doesn’t really have offensive capabilities, it tends to like also hanging around you. Though if Abbacchio really insists on you not leaving his side, Moody Blues will do its best to keep you still. If he decides to use his ability depending on where you’re at, it does it relatively quickly and quick to pause with precision if it’s something like seeing your face sleeping at night. Simply watching you seems to be one of its favorite things to engage in.
Guido Mista
The Sex Pistols pretty much adore you, even the troublemaking number stops being a nuisance when you’re around. If you can see them, they insist on you feeding them when mealtime comes around. They may slightly pester Mista saying you’re better at doing so simply for holding food a certain angle. He enjoys this as much as the pistols do, and even if you can’t see them and feed them they still generally cheer when you’re around. if anyone outside the gang and Mista himself, they’ll end up reacting somewhat hostile. Snide or sarcastic remarks if someone tries to romance you.
They’ll also pester Mista if he hasn’t seen you in a few days due to a job or something he had to take care of on his own.
Narancia Ghirga
Aerosmith’s flight patterns seemingly change course a bit when you’re around Narancia. Out of protective instinct, it seems to fire it’s bullets/weapons more aggressive if you’re in any sort of immediate danger. Or if Narancia is tracking, Aerosmith seems to get a quick reading on you, fast. For some reason if the stand was used casually, the way it would fly around would be akin to something at an air show. Presenting the way Narancia may be excited to be with you.
Pannacotta Fugo
Purple Haze is interestingly affected by Fugo’s obsession for you. It stops obsessing over its arms, drooling minimizing to almost nothing. It’s aggression in battle nearly quadruples, out of getting rid of anything that Fugo considers a threat. So there’s times things may or may not get out of control or on the other end of the spectrum killing something with almost unusual precision . But it settles once knowing you’re safe, this may or may not exhaust Fugo occasionally. Under the surface Purple Haze would be pleased if you came to check on Fugo out of concern.
Giorno Giovanna
Gold Experience and Giorno are pretty much in sync almost constantly. It generally likes to express certain flowers that evidently have deep romantic meanings as a gift. It’ll daze you in a heartbeat if you try to sneak off somewhere, giving way to its stand master taking care of you for a few hours. Generally it seems to enjoy kissing your hand, and occasionally turning an object into a small animal for you. It doesn’t hesitate to turn something that you own into an animal to track down either if it means being in your presence again.
Aromatherapy is another thing it seems to do with plants, especially after Giorno figures out what your likes, dislikes, (and potential allergies) are.
Requiem is basically game over for any escape attempts with a stand, and even if you’re hesitant takes some effort to try and comfort you. Caresses and touches that would be comforting in a normal context that’s not having you run in terror from a mafioso.
Diavolo
Due to his violent tendencies and tactics, King Crimson is intense in presenting Diavolo’s dark desires. It’s touches are tight and unbelievably strong, that it tends to leave bruises on your body. Erasing time is smooth and precise, inducing confusion from trying to escape Diavolo. The stand is of course as impulsive as it’s stand master, your legs are broken or are knocked out as quick as your thoughts to wander.
Trish Una
Spice Girl has some impulsive traits that King Crimson does, as much as Trish probably doesn’t want to admit it. This stands intensity shines through sitting on your lap, arms around your neck. Not caring in the slightest if you can see it or not. It gives faint phantom kisses on your cheeks, and certainly uses its abilities to keep you in place no matter the area. It tends to also enjoy having you match Trish someway, even the smallest accessory it enjoys seeing Trish put on you to coordinate. Like you and her were meant to be.
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yanderememes · 2 years
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Bucciarati's kids when Darling enters the room: 😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 Bucciarati's kids when Darling leaves the room: 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
LMAO WHY DOES THIS REMIND ME OF SPY X FAMILY?!?!?!
Kids when darling is around:
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Kids when darling leaves:
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lumibuns-blog · 2 years
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For @horseys-blog <3
How the Bucci Gang reacts to having to sleep next too their crush
Bucci gang x reader
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Buccarati
Oh lord, he's not letting you go alone tonight, you were so beat up from the last battle it would be unsafe for him to leave you alone
But when you told him you only had one bed and INSISTED he not sleep on the floor he was shaken up a bit
Totally protectively grabbed you in his sleep and didn't let you go even when he woke up, he was lucky to get this close to you
Made you breakfast when he woke up
Abbaccio
He didn't want to (he totally did) sleep next to you thats just how it happened you were stuck in the same bed because Mista had insisted he wasn't sleeping with narancia again so he was sleeping in the same bed as you, which was fine, right?
Nope.
So now he was here, arms at his side, not moving, he was so glad you were asleep because now you couldn't see his red face
God he tried to be smooth but so close to you he just couldn't hold up the act anymore
He gently moved his arm closer to you, just like he had hoped, you grabbed onto him
He could die happy, his life is complete
Giorno
Actually very chill about it
Bruno didn't have enough rooms? Alright he can sleep next to you.
Actually asks you if you want to move closer when you start shivering and you gladly curled into him
His arms were wrapped around you and your legs were tangled by the morning
Needless to say Mista and Narancia have pictures
Fugo
This is fine, he is fine, he is toootally fine, is what he thinks
But
Noooope he is burning up so much he takes the blanket off, his mind says leave but his heart says "just hug themmmm"
He can't bring himself to do it so he's a bit glad when you move closer
"Umm uhhh" he's stuttering he can't think straight
But he might take Mista up on a dare again if it means being close to you
Mista
He is the one grabbing you this time
He has waited so long for this chance he is not letting it go
Probably boops your in your sleep, you're just too cute right now he can't help it!
He holds onto you for dear life, but he gets so red when you grab onto his shirt in his sleep, put your nose in his neck, he might pass away right there
Teases you about it for week
Narancia
Unlike the others he invited you to sleep over!
Falls asleep while watching a movie, like full on on top of you, spread eagle
Wakes up and is about to apologize and move off but he sees you face he can't bring himself to move
You look so peaceful he doesn't want to wake you up!
So he just stays, comfortable and happy on your chest <3
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angry-geese · 3 years
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bruno bucciarati x reader
warnings: nsfw. 18+ Tender sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem recieving). some fluff. fem!reader
notes: more bruno/abba survives au. this takes place post the events of VA
You're not really sure how this became your job.
Don Giovanna sent him on some job he could tell you little about.
Over the past few weeks, you had basically become the gang's secretary. Your own injuries had kept you out of the field, which you found yourself eager to get back into. Bruno didn't want you pushing yourself too hard, and someone had to stay back to make sure the others didn't burn the place down.
This was the longest he's ever been away from home. What was supposed to be a one week trip soon turned into a month. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. Your phone calls were growing shorter, and less frequent. On the other end he often sounded tired, and had little to talk about. While there was no ill will between the two of you before he left, the distance was putting a strain on things.
Somewhere outside a car door shuts. The sound is muffled by the thick walls, and the clock that ticks a bit too loud. You've reread the report about a dozen times. It's nothing of note, just a mission brief from Mista, but you can't seem to focus on it. Bruno was supposed to call you an hour ago. Even if this isn't his fault, you can't help but be a bit angry with him. This wasn't what you signed up for. You wanted a partner that would be around, not constantly running errands for the don.
You don't hear the door to his office open.
"I've missed you, amore," Bruno's arms wrap around you from behind, "I'm sorry I was gone so long."
He pulls you up into a kiss- just a quick peck on your lips, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, your body caged in his strong arms. The scent of his cologne mingles with something metallic. He smooths his hand over your hair, pulling you in close. You pull him back down for another kiss, half drunk off the feeling of being so close to him. Maybe you missed him more than you thought. He looks at you with such adoration that you want to melt. Affection swells in your chest, your heart racing.
Bruno presses a kiss to your neck, gently nipping at the soft flesh. You wrap your arms around him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Although you can't see his face, you feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands find your waist, working lower and lower. The movement is so slow that you hardly notice when he's at your thighs, tugging them apart. It's not long after you feel something hard pressing against your hip.
"Bruno!" It's hard to sound serious when you're giggling. His presence makes you feel giddy. "We can't do that in here."
Can't isn't really the right word for it. The two of you have fucked in his office before, but not with so many people at the hideout. If he hadn't planned on taking his time with you, he'd fuck you over the desk now.
He pulls away for only a moment. "You don't want the others to hear, do you?"
You shake your head.
"Good girl," his voice sends heat straight to your core. Unconsciously you rub your thighs together, desperate for any bit of friction.
You should be glad the door to his office locks.
Bruno hauls you into his arms, sitting you down on his desk so you're facing him. Gently, he shoves your thighs apart, giving him room to settle between them. His hands work to undo the buttons of your blouse before you get impatient and pull the thing over your head. Through the thin padding of your bra, he kneads the soft flesh of your breasts. He trails kisses down your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulse point. His erection strains against his pants, painfully hard, leaking precum against his thigh. Although he's normally a patient man, today is challenging that.
There's not much privacy at the hideout. Under any other circumstance, you'd be embarrassed at how quick he can turn you to putty. His touch is far too distracting to let you think about anything but him. Bruno has a way of making you melt. At times its truly frightening- he knew all the different ways of pushing your buttons.
He pushes up the fabric of your skirt, humming in amusement when he realizes you have nothing on underneath. He's hardly touched you and you're already wet. His fingers trace across your soft skin, reveling in its warmth. Bruno moves so he's kneeling between your legs, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh. There's a dark look in his eyes. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound, glancing up to see your desperate expression. Your face is flushed, eyes half open, lips bitten pink. A heat pools low in your stomach, only amplified by his skilled touch.
"Bruno please..." You whine.
"Please what?" He rests his head on your thigh. His hair tickles.
"Fuck me-"
He laughs, the noise coming from low in his chest. Bruno presses a kiss to the flesh just above your clit, before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden action makes you jump. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards him. He eats pussy like a man starved. Latching onto the bundle of nerves, he swirls his tongue around it. Your hands bury in his hair, tugging gently. Each little gasp and moan you make spurs him on more. You're trying to be quiet, but he wants the others to hear how good he makes you feel.
His long fingers press at your entrance- just one at first. You're so wet already he's not worried about hurting you, but he does give you a moment to get used to him. He adds a second, curling his fingers, stroking at your sweet spot. A particularly loud moan makes you clamp a hand over your mouth. In his hands, he can feel your legs shake. You're getting a bit more disheveled, and closer to your orgasm. The heat that pooled in your stomach soon turns scorching in intensity. Your legs tighten around his head, making him groan. The only noises aside from your own moans are the sounds of a man very content with what he's doing. He could die happy, trapped between your thighs. He'd spend hours doing this if you'd let him. Usually you do.
One final swirl of his tongue sends you over the edge. You cry out as you cum, clamping your thighs around his head. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue until the overstimulation becomes too much and you cry out. Bruno pulls away, the lower half of his face wet with your slick, his hair a complete mess.
You palm him through his pants. He wastes no time in freeing his cock, giving himself a few pumps before lining up with your entrance. It takes everything in him to not moan out your name. You're already so wet that he slides right in. It doesn't matter if this is the first time he's done this, or his hundredth. You always turned him into a moaning mess. His fingers dig into your hips- not hard enough to leave bruises, but his nails leave little indents in your skin. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him flush to your chest. Maybe he was a bit more pent up than he thought.
His thrusts start out shallow. Part of it is him looking for any signs of discomfort from you. Your eyes are half lidded, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He smooths a hand over your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Harder," you rake your nails across his back, "you're not going to break me."
"I'm just taking my time, amore." He says, although he does pick up the pace a bit.
Your collective moans mix with the lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin. He hits all the sweets spots you didn't even know you had. Before him, you had never cum from just penetration alone. At this angle, he hits deep. His hand that isn't grabbing your thigh finds its way into your hair, pulling your face to his. He pulls you into a kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let him in, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. His thrusts grow sloppier as he nears his own orgasm- which he's getting to faster than he'd like to admit. You're not very far behind, your stomach tightening when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. By now, you've long since stopped trying to be quiet. It's not the first time this has happened- and certainly won't be the last. Bruno grunts when you clench around him, so close to your own release.
Your orgasm rolls over you like a wave, leaving you sleepy and sated. He holds your shaky form against him as he gives a few more thrusts, cumming inside. He stays there for a bit while the two of you calm down, his chest heaving. Your skin is tacky with sweat. Cum drips onto the table when he pulls out, staining the fabric of your skirt. Weakly, he presses a kiss to your forehead, mumbling a "I love you". you card your hands through his soft hair, saying it back.
Hopefully the don wouldn't mind his reports being a little bit late.
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toxiic-wastee · 3 years
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Buccigang Thingy + Some Villians
I’m in Science class rn but it’s not interesting soooo take this. Context: Buccigang’s S/O or Crush is having one of those days where you have no reason to be down but you still are lmao Bruno -Bruno understands when you’re just not feeling it that day. Finds it a bit silly but understands.  -Would try to encourage you to feel better or do some work but eventually realizes you just feel exhausted.  -Gets Abbacchio or Mista to replace you so you can just relax. -When he gets back from a mission he checks up on you and gives you one of his warm fatherly smiles dsjnfnf Abbacchio -If he likes you he asks Bruno if somebody can cover for you but thats really it. He tries to not care but he does. Idk he just is kinda distant despite liking you. Giorno -There’s obvious favoritism for you.Will keep you with him, makes a frog or butterfly in an attempt to make you feel better. If the butterflies and frogs don’t work he’ll get you some water and let you rest. Finds it disappointing that you’re sad. Fugo -Notices how your mood changes very quickly. -Is pretty hesitant on whether he should come up to you and ask if you’re alright. -After contemplating it he asks if you’re alright and offers you something to drink. -He tries to distract you by telling you about a topic you guys both enjoy.  -Once you feel better he feels better too, he hopes he helped you feel less shitty. Mista -Also notices you being less active and stop joking around with him.  “Yo, you good?”  -Listens to you rant and leaves you alone for a bit. He doesn’t really understand if you want his company or not so he leaves you alone to collect your thoughts and comes back to cheer you up later. Narancia -Is really upset you didn’t high five him after he made a funny joke. EVEN MORE UPSET THAT YOU DIDN’T LAUGH AT THE FOCKING JOKE.  “dudE- don’t leave me hanging like thAt.” (the E and A is his voice cracking btw-) -Once he understands you’re just feeling off he gets really excited. He made a mixtape for you a while ago and thinks now is the perfect time to give it to you. -He also takes you to get ice cream (This is an excuse for him to get ice cream but you ignore that). Secco -Pretty upset that you haven’t been treating him like you usually do. -Asks you whats wrong and is a bit too clingy in an effort to make you feel better. -A lot of more cuddles. Doppio (I didnt wanna do this but my friend likes him so) -Is already checking up on you whenever he has the time, will take you on a date until he gets a call from... his other self. -Theres probably a lot of flowers wherever he takes you.
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cheemerthelizard · 4 years
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Hi! Hope you're doing good. Can I request something platonic where the reader accidentally calls Bruno mom(or dad, your pick) and everyone in Bucci gang heard it. Everyone. What are their reactions? okhaveaniceday
Thank you for the request! I’m sorry it’s so short!
It was a normal day in Passione. Well, as normal as it could get. Mista yelling to Abbacchio about anything four-related, Fugo trying (and failing) to teach Narancia math, all that. Nothing out of the ordinary for you.
“(Y/N),” Bucciarati said, “I need to talk with you about a mission. It only requires two people, and your Stand is best suited to deal with it, along with mine.”
“Sure thing, Mom,” you replied nonchalantly, getting up from your seat. When you looked back, everyone was staring at you. “What?”
“You called Bucciarati ‘Mom’,” Narancia told you.
“I did? I don’t remember doing that.”
“Just now,” Fugo added. “You said, ‘sure thing, Mom,’ then stood up.”
“O-oh,” you stuttered. “I… I didn’t realize I had… s-said that.”
“It’s okay, it was just a mistake,” Bucciarati reassured you. “I mean, I can’t even be a mom, considering I’m a man, so it had to have been a mistake. Nothing to worry about. Come on, let’s keep talking.”
“Do you think of Bucciarati as your mother figure?” Mista asked, giving you a playful smirk. It made you freeze up.
“Don’t bother (Y/N) with it anymore, it was a slip-up,” Bucciarati told them. “Now, then, we need to talk about the mission, let’s forget about that.”
“R-right,” you forced out of your mouth.
While you two were walking, Bucciarati whispered in your ear, “I really wouldn’t mind if that’s how you saw me, by the way. You’re a part of my gang, and so I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. However, we won’t mention this again if you’re uncomfortable with it.”
“Thank you,” you whispered back.
Bucciarati smiled at you before saying aloud, “Now then, shall we get back to business?”
You smiled back. “That sounds great, Mom.”
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peachfyzzy · 4 years
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Bruno Bucciarati is a Busy Man!  a bruno bucciarati x reader x leone abbacchio fic
TW: Peeping Tomery, pervertedness, my first time writing in a month! 
I hope you all enjoy this! I’m glad to be back and opening requests! <3
Bruno Buccarati is a very…busy man.
Of course, that’s what you’d expect. A Mafia worker who needs to sustain himself, his team, his life, and his connections. That already seems like a challenge- one anybody would struggle with…
But add the thrill and stress of two secret relationships and you have a recipe for worked up emotion and unavoidable situations. 
Bruno had never meant to fall in love with you or Abbacchio. In fact, he promised himself that he would save any romantic feelings he had until he was safely out of the Mafia. These intentions were no match for you and Abbacchio, however. 
After a particularly dangerous mission, Bruno decided that he couldn’t afford to hold back his emotions. What if he lost both of you? He would go to his grave regretting what could’ve been- even if it had to be held from the others on his team. 
So, once he came home from a normally stressful meeting with the rest of the Passione Capo’s, he was ready to snuggle between the both of you without another word. Quietly, he crept up the stairs to your shared bedroom (something he made a habit of because of his occupation)...but stopped at the most curious sound. 
His senses heightened. His mind went straight to an attack, but it was obvious that something...completely opposite was happening. With his ears in tune and his eyes narrowed, he peeked into the bedroom… 
Your naked, arched figure was pressed snugly against Abbacchio’s free erection. Your flushed, tired face told him that you had been waiting a while for what Abbacchio was holding back from you. Your hands were pressed firmly to your back and held in place by your wrist with one of Abbacchio’s hands. His purple lipstick had lost its pigment all over your body. Your breasts, your face, your stomach. It was everywhere but his lips at this point, and his pale hair was just beginning to stick slickly to the sides of his face. 
There was no doubt- you two had been at it for a while. And he wasn’t planning on giving you the satisfaction you were yearning for until he was ready. 
You, Abbacchio, and Bruno had no rules about when you could get intimate or if all of you had to be there. Sometimes, missions ran on for weeks, and they both thought it would be selfish to require you to wait for that amount of time. 
However, Bruno had never walked in on the two of you. Scratch that. Peeped on the two of you. He wanted to pull away. He wanted to take himself back downstairs and make dinner. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the both of you- gorgeous and infatuated with each other. Somehow, even quieter, he unzipped the bottom half of his suit. 
“Abbacchio...Please...It’s been at least fifteen minutes…” You whined into the side of the pillow your head rested on as your Gothic lover grinded his cock into your sensitive folds- never daring to enter and scratch the itch you had. 
“You’ve been begging under me hopelessly this whole time, puttana. Why should I give my troia what she wants?” 
Bruno’s hands crept down to his hardening cock. He almost couldn’t help himself. 
“Abbacchio…” You grinded against his rock hard erection once more, only getting a hard slap to the ass. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped your mouth and flew into the halls. 
With no shame, Bruno’s hand wrapped tightly around his aching member. His hips bucked into his hand like a man who hadn’t gotten any attention in months. He covered his mouth with his other hand, terrified that his grunts and moans may be heard by his other lovers. Shortly after he began his perverted display, Abbacchio finally gave you what you needed. He slid in agonizingly slowly. He wanted you to feel every centimeter of him enter you and fulfill you.
Once he was fully sheathed, he wasted no time fucking you silly. With both hands on your hips now, he took advantage of your arched back and fucked you hard enough to break the headboard in front of you. You were a jumble of messy thank you’s and his name. Though, you wouldn’t of felt as embarrassed if you had known about your refined Capo, eyes locked onto your naked form and cock throbbing with the desire to fuck you just as Abbacchio was. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he didn’t interrupt the two of you. It seemed this chance encounter had awakened something filthy in him. 
Abbacchio fucked like he only had a few minutes to satisfy you both. Bruno could feel the desire for you filling the room, and like magic, all three of you reached a spectacular crescendo. The pleasure was blinding and when the both of you finally came down, you were both panting on your backs- undone and exhausted.
Bruno looked similarly, bangs sticking to his forehead and mouth left agape from the pure thrill of the situation becoming him. “What is Bruno gonna say…?” You said with an out of breath chuckle. 
“By the looks of him now, I don’t think he’ll be saying anything for a while.” Abbacchio looked straight through the crack in the doorway and into Bruno’s lazy eyes. 
Shit.
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angry-geese · 3 years
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Bruno Bucciarati x Reader
Warnings: none! Sfw. Some domestic Bruno fluff. Gn!Reader
Notes: More Bruno/Abba survives au. Reader comforts Bruno after a nightmare
You had spent the past few weeks anywhere but your home.
With Passione under new management, you often found yourself thinking of the future. Maybe Passione had some Stockholm Syndrome grip on you, but you were hesitant to fuck with it. Don't poke a sleeping bear; there is no war in Ba Sing Se- that sort of thing. You took things day by day. The gangs worked, and that was the best you thought things would get. While growing up you quickly learned not to question it, soon falling into the underground yourself after a family member's unpaid debt. Things were often best left unsaid.
Being one of the boss' right hand men gave you a new outlook on things. Bruno's gang gave you a family you never would have had without it. There wasn't much you wouldn't do for it. Your loyalty wasn't to Passione more than it was to Bruno himself, and in turn don Giovanna. People stayed out of your way, either out of fear or respect. Sure there was a whole new set of people who wanted you dead, but there was even more willing to defend you.
Nobody was able to give you a straight answer if he was ever going to be the same again. He had a long way to go, but he was alive; that was about the best you could ask for. As you recovered from your own injuries, you found it difficult to leave Bruno's side for long. Giorno let you, partially because he didn't want to deal with whatever hell you would raise if he hadn't. For the time being, you were off field duty, and often found yourself working as a secretary for the group. Someone had to do it. It allowed you to stay with Bruno while you still felt like you were helping out. If you needed to be found, you'd be right by his side.
After he got out of the hospital, he was hardly ever let out of your sight.
By the time the two of you returned home, a thin layer of dust covered everything. You had considered coming back to clean, but decided against it since you were never there. The thought of hiring someone slipped your mind. Bruno never seemed to care. Or if he did, he said nothing about it. You spent the first day home idly cleaning. He'd try to help, but often found housework difficult. You scolded yourself for pushing him too hard. He refused to let you do everything yourself, so you stuck him on lighter housework.
Bruno often talked about the future. You still weren't sure what it held for you. While he wasn't outright retiring from Passione- if that was even possible- you made him promise to slow down. He was all too quick to agree. He had you; at this point that's all he wants. Settling down was something he thought about often, but he found himself unable to voice that. If you wanted kids, he'd give you them. If you wanted to be a stay-at-home parent, he'd support you. If you wanted him to be a househusband- although you technically weren't married- he'd do it.
If it would make you happy, he'd do anything. But for now he'd settle on getting the house clean.
Somewhere outside a car door shuts, muffled by the thick walls that separate you and your driveway. Not many people would be stopping by at this hour- maybe its your neighbor. Despite tossing and turning, you still can't sleep. You'd get up, but don't out of fear that you'll wake Bruno. He wouldn't be upset with you, but you figured he needed to rest. By your bedside you have water and ibuprofen ready- should he need it- though if he was in pain he likely wouldn't show it.
You're not quite sure what gets you to look over.
Sweat beads on his forehead. His brows knit, hands gripping the sheets tight. His breathing is shallow and shaky. You roll over to face him, gently touching his shoulder. He wakes with a jolt, only relaxing when he sees you.
"Sorry amore," he says tiredly, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Nightmare?" You ask.
After a moment, he nods. You pull him close, cradling his head against your chest. You run your fingers through his silky hair. Its grown quite a bit, reaching just past his shoulders. He sighs, leaning into your touch. The steady beating of your heart threatens to lull him back to sleep. He'd have gotten one of the nurses to cut it for him, but he liked when you would. You're no hairdresser, but there was something intimate about it- he wouldn't let just anyone near his head with sharp objects.
"You scared me there for a moment." You laugh, but it does little to disguise how nervous you are. "Almost thought you wouldn't make it."
"It'll take more than that to kill me." He says.
"No." You say. "We're not testing that. I've had enough near-death experiences for a lifetime."
Bruno laughs, the noise coming from low in his chest. You pull him closer but hold him like he's fragile. He's not going to break in your grasp, but you sure feel like he will. The smell of his cologne mingles with laundry soap- lavender, just like his shampoo.
It feels strange to be home after so many weeks away. Although Bruno would agree, he'd never tell you that. Over time he's grown used to the harsh white lights of the hospital, and the rooms that never seem to get quiet. He'd much rather be here.
"What do you think about getting married?" He asks.
"To you? Or just in general?" You joke. It's a bit too heavy of a topic for you, and it's not often he brings this up. If he proposed, you would say yes- there's no one else you'd want to be married to. The two of you have lived together for so long you might as well be married.
Although its too dark to see his face, you feel his lips curl into a smile. He plants a quick peck on your lips, then your nose, then your forehead. Idly you brush a lock of hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.
"To me." He says.
"Fine. As long as you promise not to die on me."
"I promise."
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how would the yan jobros react to darling wear something revealing?? 👀
Sorry for the late response! But here it is!
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If you're not too busy and if this request optimal, lol. I'd like to ask if there's anyway to leave any of the yanderes?(take your pick) Like can you make yourself unappealing, intolerable or just not the person they 'fell in love' with? Or would they be so delusional they wouldn't care or um kill you, cuz you know the mafia. Anything would be ideal, it's just something I've been thinking about.
Definitely wouldn’t recommend trying to make any Yandere fall “out of love” with you. Being intolerable or acting out of your normal behavior just brings out dangerous consequences, and depending on the character could bring about your death. Many would see through your little game, honestly. 
Also I just thought to list some characters of various parts for this.
Hato Higashikata is someone whose very passionate about her obsession, and to put it bluntly you could get yourself killed on accident if you’re too convincing. Anything that’s not quite that extreme of a change she simply excuses as one of your cute little quirks.
 Yukako would be an awful choice to pull these little stunts with, if you’re not behaving like you’re supposed to she doesn’t hesitate to do a little/or a lot harming. It might be her hair, it might be that makeshift electric chair, or other methods of teaching you a lesson. If you’re not careful you could probably die from an accidental death. Though if you do die rest assured your body is in good hands.
Dio is simply amused by your behavior and simply tells you he can simply drain you of your blood if he so wishes. You can’t get very defiant with someone who can dig their hands in your body for blood. Often he leaves you very weak, he strings you along to see how long you’ll last. If you really want to act different, he supposed you don’t need that much food, you’ll have to beg for it to get it back. This could go on for months if you’re that stubborn. 
  Risotto Nero is much too patient for you to break his fixation, he simply sets you straight with Metallica if he feels the need. After all he’s seen and dealt with all sorts of personalities, nothing you’ve exhibited likely phases the assassin. Moreover, he makes it a point to tell you he won’t give up on you that easily to just let you go or the like. He’ll even refuse to kill you as well.
Bruno Buccellati, he simply confronts you and asks how long you’re going to try  to keep an illusive personality up to try and push him away. He doesn’t take it very well and will tell you he’ll keep you around as long as possible even with your “changes”. 
   Formaggio simply laughs the whole debacle off and keeps you shrunk for the time being. He honestly thinks what you’re doing is cute, there’s  no way he’d let go someone whose so determined to get him to dislike you. 
 Gyro Zeppeli is torn by you attempting to change so abruptly. He definitely wouldn’t kill you however, he couldn’t even get close to doing such a thing to you. He just might treat much of your changes as a joke, and he simply brushes it off with that wide grin of his. 
   Narancia Ghirga, he might be convinced by your charade at first but there’s just something inside of him that can’t let you go. Sure you might’ve changed but he could be blind to that, it’s still you right? It’s not like you physically changed, you’re just acting a bit different. He could be okay with that.
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