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itjazzbicch · 1 year
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Beautiful Liar
Pairing:  Bruno Bucciarati x Fem Reader 
Summary: Trying to deny her true feelings about Bucciarati, Bucciarati decides to call the reader on her bluff after she avoids everyone, especially him, after he becomes capo...
Warnings:  Swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! oral f receiving, unprotected sex)
First time writing for JoJo's and Bucciarati, as he is my favorite JoJo's character! I hope I did well and you all enjoy!
Word Count: 2.1k 
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF
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I couldn’t stand getting all dolled up just to be somewhere I didn’t feel like being.
Of course, Bucciarati became Capo, our crew was celebrating and at least I had a nice view. Italy was such a beautiful place, night sky filled of stars, city lights in the distance from this rooftop bar.
Sitting alone at the bar, a glass of wine in hand, I let my mind wonder, gazing at the view till I heard a soft voice:
“What are you doing sitting all alone?”
Bucciarati.
“What? Am I bothering you?” Finding him in the corner of my eye, he was never a fan of my attitude, leaning against the bar:
“Can’t even have some fun, can you?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bucciarati. It was because I liked him. I couldn’t open up and face my own feelings. Any word and tone towards him came out as envy. Thankfully, I did get some amusement from it.
“Can a ragazza just enjoy a glass of wine?” Taking a sip, it amazed me how he dealt with me, still being kind:
“Nothing wrong with that. I just don’t think it’s fair that everyone else is having fun and you’re all alone with that scowl on your face.”
“I am just fine,” I smiled sarcastically at him, but he was persistent that I get out of that seat:
“Don’t be like that. How about a dance?”
“I’m not a dancer,” I lied, turning my head, but still listening as he assumed:
“Let me guess, you’re in one of your moods because I’m officially capo.”
“Don’t make me laugh,” I snickered softly, still not looking at him, even when he said:
“It wouldn’t surprise me. You’ve always envied me and why, may I ask?”
“Envy you?” This time I made sure I locked eyes, his blue eyes glimmering with his smile:
“You heard me.”
“I could care less that you are capo, now,” I wasn’t letting him win this little argument, going to leave it at that, but seizing when I felt his arm wrap around my hip, getting close enough to whisper:
“Then what is it, amore?”
I was never the type to be left speechless, getting lost in a void, feeling his warmth against me, even stronger in his hand that was on my hip, his scent filling me with a lust I’ve never experienced.
“I see now,” He always took the opportunity to laugh at me when it was presented, knowing exactly how I was feeling, “You are the type to run away from the truth.”
“And just what is that truth, hm?” I couldn’t keep sitting there looking dumb, making the mistake of looking into those blue eyes that sent me deeper into that void:
“Isn’t it obvious? Besides, Mista have told me more times than I can count.”
“That damn asshole,” I growled silently under my breath, trying to contain composure, speaking up this time, “And you believe that childish man?”
“There you, go running from the truth again,” Laughing at me again, he started to test me himself, voice growing to a deep whisper into my ear, “It doesn’t matter anyways. I already know the truth, amore.”
The way he called me amore made my thighs squeeze together, the heat in my cheeks from my wine growing, naturally leaning into him.
He was almost hypnotic and it put me into a slight panic. Should I take the opportunity in this moment? Or do what exactly what he said, run from the truth?
“What do you know, Bucciarati?” I scoffed, something inside of me wouldn’t let him break me that easily, but I was pushed right to the edge.
“You are such a beautiful liar,” The tension just kept rising with every word he spoke, chills down my spine and that’s when something in me changed.
I was a mafioso! Some little crush wasn’t going to turn me into someone timid. Glancing to the guys, they were all distracted and so?
With a smack of my lips, I gulped down the rest of my wine, taking his hand and leaving my seat, guiding him to the elevator.
“Y/N?” Curious, but still following me, I let him know exactly what I was doing.
“You offered a dance. So,” I had the most confident smirk on my face that made his eyes light up while twirling into him inside of the elevator, making sure the door shut before I kissed, “Let’s dance.”
It became so clear how much tension the both of us had built up inside, shattering with the clash of our lips, every touch and move exceeding anything I ever fantasized about, pushing my chest against his, hand full of his suit jacket when his hand slid up my thigh, pulling our hips together to feel his hardening bulge.
Every time the elevator beeped, I grew more impatient, nearly dragging him out of the elevator when we finally got to the floor of my room.
I didn’t want to stop for a single second, tongues dancing all the way to the edge of my bed, ready to strip till he palmed my lower back, stroking my cheek:
“Slow down, amore. You’re so impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” I finally breathed in, breaking out in goosebumps at his fingertips sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder:
“I understand, but there’s no need to move so quickly. Your capo just wants the time to adore you beauty.”
“Sí, capo,” I hummed softly at the kiss he left along my neck, unzipping my dress, eyes falling down to the floor with it, taking his good time to see me in just my heels and panties.
For a change, I followed his lead, moonlight peaking through the windows illuminating those gorgeous blue eyes when he took me by the chin, a kiss guiding me back onto the bed.
My heart was beating like normal, but so hard against my chest with his hand sliding down my neck and all over my breasts, nearly moaning already at his fingers rolling my nipple, licking along my ear:
“With all of this beauty, I’m taking my time.”
His words surely tamed my impatience. Just that alone prepared me to be in bed with him for some time.
Closing my eyes softly and submerging into a new world, letting out the soft moans that were building up as his kisses lead down my neck, finding my breasts and making sure to give each their fair share of attention, from soft bites to hard sucks on my nipples that made me squirm a little.
Every nerve was tingling more and more the further down he went, lace panties between his teeth and yanking them away, eyes locked on his physique as his suit jacket was thrown off, spreading my legs wide and upward, watching his tongue slide across his upper lip:
“I want to savor every single taste. Maybe this will take all that bad, sassy mood away.”
“B-Bruno,” One single, broad lick along my clit had me whining, swirling around it having my legs shake, throwing my head back into the pillows when he started sucking.
He formed a tighter grip on my thighs as I began to shake more, taking handfuls of the sheets at a swift lick downward, tongue pushing in and flicking at my walls, then taking me with a mouthful, the pressure at my clit making my legs fight his grip, starting to close his head in.
“R-Right there!” I let my body do as it wanted, beginning to grind against his face, arching at the groan that came from deep in his chest, whining as his strength pushed my legs back down to the mattress, keeping them pinned as he simply devoured me.
Needing no words, only staring throwing his bangs, knowing the blissful state I was in, making sure that I didn’t have even a second to catch a breath, instantly having me come undone, a smile visible even while buried between my legs, mouth wide open against me and licking up the slick from my orgasm.
“See all the good things you can get when your patient, hm?”
Of course, he had to take the time to poke at me, leaving a few kisses along my thighs, but my eyes were focused on what I couldn’t see, only seeing his hands go below his waist.
“Gonna make me wait more?” Not that I was even worried, taking deep breaths and silencing as he kneeled onto the bed, me being the one to admire his body.
Those sexy tattoos, abs so tone and defined, not to mention the impressiveness of his cock, all of the air I took in taken away from it.
“Why do you ask? Is there something else you want?”
I really wasn’t in the mood for the teasing now, especially with him between my legs, slapping his cock against my skin softly.
“You know exactly what I want,” My eyes shot off an intense glare, but I wasn’t getting what I wanted so easily.
“Oh, that?” He smirked, running his tip through my folds, slapping my clit and having my lip trapped between my teeth, “Is that what you want, amore?”
“Don’t be like that, Bruno,” I pouted, closing my eyes and taking in the pleasure that it did give off, hiding the moans from his tip circling my entrance, rubbing my folds softly.
“I Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me,” I could feel his smile again as he placed kisses at my neck and cheek, finally giving him what he wanted, voice so sweet as I told him:
“I want you, Bruno. I want you inside of me already. Please.”
“Good girl,” Nibbling on my ear and easing his cock into me at the same time made me gasp so hard, his girth a lot to take, walls spasming around him already.
“Merda!” Biting my lip again, I looked to see that I haven’t even taken half of him, soft thrusts helping me adjust.
“Shh, I have you,” I loved that he knew how to tend to me so well, guiding my arms around his neck, a hand running through his hair, whispering to him:
“I just never had someone like you.”
“And you’ll never have someone like me again,” His confidence wasn’t just for show, hooking my legs over the button of his inner elbows, pushing forward and with a quick thrust, feeding me all of his cock.
I never moaned in such a filthy way, panting at the quick thrusts he gave, hearing our wet skin every other thrust as he bottomed me out.
Those moans only grew more filthy and loud, pushing forward so our foreheads could meet, nose nuzzling so I could hear his coo:
“Only your capo.”
“Only you, Bruno!” All the mental blocks I had built were broken down to crumbles, finally letting go of every thought I’ve ever had about him, “I only want you, capo!”
“I always knew,” He chuckled softly, lifting his head some and somehow, I knew to find his eyes, teary from the searing burn of pleasure, but held our gaze, “Gonna let me feel you cuming all over me, amore?”
“Y-Yess!” I cried out, head suddenly snapping back, walls pulling him even deeper any time he pulled back a little, a ram of his hips smacking right into my sweet spot, keeping pressure against my clit and cervix, “I’m cuming!”
His forehead fell to mine with a groan rumbling in his chest, thrusts not stopping, but a bit languid as we both felt the death grip I had on his cock, entire body squirming, nails scratching at his back as my hips jerked upward, feeling the squelch of slick making a mess all over our thighs.
“Brava, ragazza,” He mumbled with a soft smile, kissing along with rolls of his hips, “So tight and wet, all for me.”
“You’re just so damn good,” I huffed, hugging his head and moaning at the throbs of his cock, damning him, “Cazzo, Bruno.”
He could only chuckle at that, releasing my legs and pulling me into a warm embrace, “See what you could’ve had sooner if you weren’t such a liar?”
“The beautiful liar that you mentioned earlier?” I shot back, meeting his gaze to see a pure smile this time, shining my own confidence, “There will be no lying about how I feel. You’re mine, capo.”
His smile showed that he proud that I finally owned up to my feelings, being my confident self again, even if I still had some sass, kissing softly, “Now that’s my, ragazza.”  
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inkpot909 · 9 months
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Walking in Space
↳ Guido Mista x Reader. The reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral.
Summary: Eager to take advantage of a quiet household, you retreat to the garage to have a joint or two. To your surprise, Mista is there. Taking you aback even further, he requests that you smoke together.
Warning(s): Canon-typical Swearing. Light NSFW. Making out; Mista is a little grabby. Some grinding. Drug usage. If characters smoking marijuana will make you uncomfortable, or put you in a bad place, please do not read.
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It isn’t often that Bucciarati’s house settles down early into a night. It’s not just his residence, but the home of his team as well.
Since before moving in, the chaotic environment was made perfectly clear to you. Young adults living together in a confined space hardly ever offers much peace and quiet.
A day-long mission assigned to more than half of the group’s members ensured tonight would turn out differently than what was the norm. Your expectation was that people would be turning in sooner rather than later, one that came to be true.
Fugo seemingly cancelled his lesson with Narancia for the night, making a beeline for his bedroom the moment he walked through the front door. Equally as tired, Narancia didn’t even feel like celebrating the occasion. Hell, one couldn’t even tell if he noticed. Abbacchio lazily passed out on the couch, having plopped himself there not two minutes after returning home. And Bucciarati gave you a half-assed summary of the mission’s events before excusing himself from the living room.
Peace and quiet… you thought with a pleased hum. Walking downstairs to the main floor, your feet moved at a slow pace yet still shuffled along with purpose. There’s no need to rush your pace, after all, the ultimate goal is to relax.
With Bucciarati presumably asleep, and the two youngest in the house clocking out for the night as well, you can’t think of a better time to have a smoke in the garage.
“If you’re going to do it at all; it’s going to be in the garage only,” you recalled Bucciarati telling you sternly.
Not long after you first moved in, you sat him down to talk about your smoking habit. You were open and careful, striving to hear his thoughts on the matter. You could tell by the tightness of his jaw that he didn’t much like you smoking in the first place, but bit his tongue. He appreciated that you came to him on your own accord, and it was your transparency that ultimately earned you his consent to smoke under his own roof.
He made his rules very clear: Keep yourself safe, and keep it away from the two minors in the group at all costs. It was assumed that Fugo was smart enough to make an informed decision on the matter, but mentioning such things was irrelevant. The penalty for breaking his rules weren’t explicitly specified; they didn’t need to be.
A smile finds it’s way onto your face at the memory. Bucciarati’s trust in you is deeply valued, not just as his subordinate, but as his friend. And you weren’t about to break that trust anytime soon.
Still, you felt better smoking whenever he was asleep or out of the house. It just seemed more respectful on your part.
Making your way to the garage door, you swing it open only to find the lights inside already switched on.
“This damn thing-“
Out of everything you’d expect to see, you weren’t necessarily anticipating Mista hunched over Narancia’s music player with a frustrated look on his face. He’s mashing the buttons on top with vigor, although absolutely no noise is erupting from the device.
You feel like a high schooler by just how internally giddy you become at the mere sight of the gunslinger. Embarrassing? Maybe. Could you deny the feeling if you tried? Probably not.
The curses he mutters underneath his breath cease to continue, his head lifting up so he can meet the eyes of whoever walked in on him. To your own personal glee, his gaze softens.
To him, seeing you like this is a welcomed surprise. Although the two of you had the house to yourselves most of the day, you hadn’t spent much time together. Just the mere possibility of it sends his heart leaping into the atmosphere.
“What’s a pretty place like you doing in a girl like this?” he asks, winking twice.
Smile persisting, you shake your head at his goofy line. Greeting you with a cheesy pickup line was not an uncommon occurrence for Mista, but subverting expectations earns him a chuckle.
He beams proudly as if it’s all he needs out of his day. It really is the simple things with Guido. That much is clear, even to you.
“Hoping to have a joint or two,” you tell him honestly before glancing down at the player. Raising a brow, you meet his gaze once again. “Did you-“
“No.” Mista quickly cuts you off, clearing his throat and standing up straight. Removing his hands from the music player, he lifts them in the air as if to surrender. “I swear I found it like this.”
You shrug, “Narancia hardly takes care of that hunk of junk. Trust me, I’m not really about to put the blame on you. Although Narancia might try to if he finds out you’ve been messing with it.”
Huffing out a relieved laugh, Mista replies, “Good thing you won’t, ‘cause otherwise I’d have to tell on you for smoking.”
Walking to the right-hand side of the garage, you respond to him offhandly, “Mista, I know you know that Bruno knows. Sometimes I wonder if he really cares all that much.”
He folds his arms, studying your movements across the room. “Oh, he does. It’s just that you’re an adult; it’s not in his principles to try and stop you.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose unless it’s a problem.”
“Sure,” you agree, approaching one of many small shelves in the garage. A tiny metal box is tucked away from sight, behind supplies that vary in purpose. You reach for the container, fingertips lightly skidding across it’s smooth surface. Pulling it off the shelf completely, you turn back to him and add, “But Narancia isn’t, y’know.”
“Umm… okay. Your point?”
You shrug, shifting the conversation back towards the silent player. “My point is, if he tries to blame you for breaking his radio, then just destroy a lego set of his or something.”
Mista snorted in response, the sound slowly melting into a hearty laugh after fully digesting what you said.
“Anyways, I haven’t indulged myself in a while,” you gesture towards the box in your hands, “And it’s rarely quiet in the house around this hour. If you don’t wanna have to deal with the smell, take the broken radio someplace else. I hate to kick you out so rudely but… I suppose you understand, at least?”
Even as you speak, you hope he’ll choose to stay with you. Mista’s funny enough sober. He’s cute enough to be quite flustering as well, something you hope you can handle better in a stoned state of mind.
“And what?” he asked, smiling fake-mockingly, “Leave you alone while you get high? What kind of friend does that? No, I think I’ll stick around and see what you’re like.”
Friend… you swallow.
“You sure, Guido?”
He hummed, tapping his chin while eyeing the black box. “In all actuality, Y/n…”
Your eyes widen. “Oh, wait-“
“I’m thinking that, maybe-“
“Mista, I-I don’t know if-“
He puts one hand up, gently silencing you. Taking a couple steps closer, he goes on earnestly, “Only if you’re willing to share, of course… but I’d kinda like to smoke with you. I never have tried it before and I’m admittedly curious. Hell, I’ll pay you back for what I take if that’s-“
“No!” you insist, making him hesitate. Biting your lower lip you stop yourself. He nods gently though, urging you to speak your mind. Caving easily, you continue, “It’s not… about the money. I’d like to. I mean- it’d be fun, right? I’d have fun with you…” your head spins momentarily, recognizing (if not briefly) that your words are going nowhere. “I-It’s… it’s just that… I don’t think Bruno would be too happy with me is all. I don’t wanna be disrespectful. I said before that he doesn’t care, but jokes aside, he was apprehensive about letting me.”
“And you’re not being disrespectful,” he tells you, setting a hand on your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, yet still somehow enough to get your heart racing. “It’s a decision I’m making at the end of the day. Furthermore, it was my idea. If Bruno’s mad, I’ll do anything I can to insist my own independence. It’s not like you’re pushing it on me.” Smiling, he removes his hand from your shoulder. “That being said, it’s your weed. So whatever you decide.”
You hum, mulling over his words. In all honesty, his lack of hesitation over his own agency is quite respectable. Not only that, but his assurance that he would do anything to keep you from potentially facing repercussions warms your heart.
Recalling the first time you ever smoked, hope fuels your thoughts. It was late one night, at a little get together with three of your closest friends. They had made a point of ensuring your comfort; in ensuring it was something you truly wanted. The night was one you’d never forget. Listening to music well into the early morning, you doubted you would have felt safer your first time with anyone else. All at once, Mista’s words flood your brain, reminding you of a different life before Passione.
Although you’d never consider yourself defined by smoking, there’s something intimate about someone’s first time smoking marijuana. It undeniably takes a certain level of trust. And to think Mista wouldn’t think twice about the presumed trust he has in you… oh, how your heart leaps with joy.
Taking in a deep breath, you slowly nod and try to not let his brightening eyes effect your tone of voice. “Alright… I would love to share a joint or two with you Mista. Just…” you pause, “You feel safe, right? Comfortable? That’s very important to me, you see…”
He takes a step towards you. “Of course… as if I’d wanna do this with anyone else. Here, I’ll even let you use the chair I grabbed. Uh, y’know, as a sign of good faith.”
Chuckling, you sit yourself down with a nod. Setting the box down on your lap, your thumb flips the front latch upwards. The moment the top is opened, marijuana’s distinct stench fills the garage. Mista stands diagonally behind your chair, curiously peaking at the inside of the box. Your hands nearly begin shaking as you move, sensing his gaze.
Inside are a couple bags of bud lined up next to each other, sitting beside a tiny grinder. Another ziplock bag contains joints you’ve already rolled yourself ahead of time. Lastly, two lighters sit upright patiently.
“You buy from Passione?” he asks, giving you a playful nudge.
“Technically, I guess. From a guy named Campi. He pays the organization protection costs and is given permission to sell in the area. But to say he’s part of the gang would be a stretch.”
“Bottom of the food chain?”
“At the very bottom; probably not even an afterthought,” you confirm, “But he’s a sweet and genuine man. A single father. Making some extra money on the side to help support his kids, y’know?”
Mista nods, and the both of you leave it at that. You grab the bag of joints, opening it with a satisfying pop. With one hand, you reach in and snag a single joint. With your other, you grab one of the lighters.
“We’ll start with sharing just the one,” you decide, craning your neck backwards. Your head bumps against the chair’s backrest, and Mista chuckles at the face you make. “A-Anyways…” you say with a smile, “It’s probably best if you start with a hit or two. Please… I can’t stress this enough- let me know how you’re feeling.”
“Alright,” he nods, walking away from you to the other side of the garage in order to snag himself a different chair. “Whatever you think’s best.”
Mista returns to your side a moment later, setting his chosen chair down. He sits down next to you, and you give him a smile before lowering your head.
Although you flick on the lighter and hold it up to the joint with clear practice, your hands still quake. You don’t have to look beside you to know Mista’s eyes are on you yet again.
“You alright?” he asks.
You mentally curse yourself but bury your embarrassment. “Yeah… umm, just excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had company when smoking.”
Bringing the joint to your lips, your chest rises while you inhale smoke emitting from it. Holding in your breath to keep the weed in your system, you slowly exhale smoke from within your lungs.
“Really?” Mista questions, trying not to shamelessly stare at the smoke passing from your lips. “How long do you think it’s been?”
“Well… since moving here, I suppose,” You reply, handing him the joint. “Bruno doesn’t want me doing it outside the house; it would worry him.”
“Bucciarati can be such a curious one. He seriously thinks too much like a mother,” Mista snorts, examining the joint carefully. He waits a moment longer before taking his first hit, a little shorter than your own.
He attempts to mirror your actions and hold in the smoke, but erupts into a coughing fit. The smoke escapes him in bursts, until he’s left covering his mouth with his arm while finishing his fit.
“You alright?” you ask nervously.
“Y-Yeah-“ he manages, smiling with watering eyes. He hands you the joint, letting out a couple more coughs. “Tasted like shit; smell isn’t too bad though.”
You giggle, taking your second hit. “Can’t deny that. You’ll probably want to wash your clothes first thing tomorrow. Unless you really want Bruno finding out.”
The two of you share a laugh, slowly but steadily feeling the joint’s effects.
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After your second joint and Mista fifth tiny hit, the garage was full of laughter.
Your hands no longer shook with nerves, relaxed and dazed eyes focused on Mista as he voices another of his out-of-pocket questions. His body is sprawled out casually on his chair, eyes bloodshot red.
“I think dogs would be the kindest,” he continues on. “Man’s best friend… y’know what I mean?”
“Possibly. I don’t know what animals would be the nicest if they could talk- but I do think bugs would be quite spiteful.”
He nods with vigor, “They’d all absolutely hate us. But at least spiders would be more easy to spot in the home if they’re talking up a storm.”
“Ugh… imagining that is just creepy,” you shiver, “I’d feel more uncomfortable about killing them then.”
“I’ll still smush ‘em for you,” he promises, winking clumsily.
You giggle, covering your mouth. “I wouldn’t doubt it…” Calming down, you cross one leg over the other and prod him, “So… what do you think, Guido?”
“Of what?” Mista tilts his head to the side.
“Of being high,” you specify. “I’ve checked in on whether or not you’re comfortable- if you feel queasy. But it’s been an hour and a half already… so I got to know your thoughts overall.”
He hums, shutting his eyes thoughtfully. “Hmm… honestly, I thought it’d be more similar to being drunk.”
“Is… is it okay?”
“Well…” a smug grin spreads across his face, “I can see why you do this from time to time. It’s fun.”
You breath a sigh of relief.
He sets his elbow down on his chair’s armrest. He leans closer to you, eyes unmoving from your own. Resting his chin in the palm of his hands, you do your best to capture his image in your brain despite your impaired state. The giddy smile on his face warms the inside of your chest with ease.
All the while his mind is racing just at the sight of you. He’s always found you breathtaking, but tonight has brought you together unlike anything before. It’s not something he could think of describing on his own, but he would agree with your opinion that the first time getting high can feel personal. And in the dim lighting of the garage, he’s overcome with a odd sense of confidence.
“That being said, I don’t think I’d have this much fun without you with me…” he says, voice quieter now.
“Guido… thank you. A first smoke is important because of the people you’re with. With good company-“
“You misunderstand,” he insists before trailing off, “I wouldn’t…”
“You wouldn’t what?”
“Nothing,” he mumbles, leaning back in his chair.
Frowning, you ash the remainder of your joint and make sure it’s completely out. Setting your box aside and on the floor, you turn back to him. “Come on… you can tell me…”
“Well…” he takes in a deep breath, “I think I’d have fun regardless, you know what I’m saying? You’re what makes this fun. I like being with you- erm, hanging out with you. Spending time. Y-You know what I mean.”
He turns his head away, clearing his throat. Internally, he lectures himself. In his head, he’s meant to be smooth around you. But he spoke without thinking, a common occurrence throughout his time of being high thus far. The way you always giggle a his silly one-liners, whenever he calls you a tongue and cheek pet name… even with all that, it’s not like him to be so painfully obvious.
“I-I like spending time with you too,” you tell him, oblivious to his inner distress. You’re leaning towards him now, both hands fastened on your chair’s arm rests.
“Really?” he asks, as if it was some great mystery. Regardless, you humor him by keeping still and your expression. He leans towards you too, leaving just a foot between your faces.
“Of course… smoking with you has been a dream come true,” you swallow, “Or something…”
“Or something…” he echoes, “I wonder… would, umm, would you still like to hang out with me if I said you’re cute.”
“I’m not sure; you’d have to say it first,” you test, mostly teasing.
“You’re beautiful,” he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, voice earnest and gentle.
Cheeks heating up, your eyes widen and heart rate increases bit by bit. This is happening… oh my god, this is really happening, your mind races.
“Hmm…” you pretend casualness, “Yes… I do still enjoy your company.”
“Then…” he starts, standing up from his chair. Reaching for your hand, he pulls you up from your spot with ease. No matter how much you eye him up in his exposing crop-top, his strength never ceases to catch you off guard.
But what gets your head truly spinning, is how he swiftly pulls you into his embrace. One of his hands stays glued to yours and the other is wrapped around you, resting on your lower back. “Would you still like me if we stayed this close?”
“G-Guido…” you stutter, hardly processing his words. Not trusting your own, you simply nod.
“Y/n…” he sighs, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I-I know I’m high…”
“I’m high too…” you confirm.
“But I really-“
“-want this.” you both say in tandem.
He tilts his head to the side, ghosting his lips over your own. You think to speak his name, but he doesn’t offer you the chance. His lips press against yours, leading you into a delicate kiss.
Mista’s breath fans your face, controlled and poised. Despite your racing heart, your own breathing is disciplined as well.
A minute or two passes before you pull away. In your influenced state, the kiss blissfully felt like it lasted much longer.
“Y/n…” he mutters your name again, moving his hand away from yours in order to wrap both his arms around you. Your own sneak their way around his neck.
“Please, kiss me again,” you plead.
He shutters, enchanted by your tone of voice. Who would he be to deny such an earnest request?
Once again your lips meet, this time with greater vigor. His head tilts sideways further, deepening the kiss. You gasp into the motion, leaving an opening he takes advantage of. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, both his and yours dance around one another desperately.
His lips travel from your mouth to your lower jaw, traveling along it and eventually moving down to your neck. He peppers light kisses along your skin. That is, until your hand reaches up his neck, beneath his hat, and tugging at his hair.
Mista grunts in response, biting down and then sucking greedily at the space just below the curve of your jaw.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…” he mumbles, voice ragged.
“Me too…” you confess breathlessly.
“Mmm…” he hums, tightening his grip around your waste. Ever so slightly, he dips you at the hip, subtly pressing his own against yours.
Leaning your head backwards, your fingers dig into his scalp. Motivated further, he leaves another bite just below his first. His tongue laps against the mark, kissing you as if it were his last chance.
Mista’s hand slowly inches downward, giving you ample time to push him away or halt his movement. Realizing you put up no protest, he continues downward to grip your bum hungrily.
You gasp and instinctively buck your hips into his, “Guido!”
He lets out a shaky sigh, returning the motion almost experimentally. Lifting his head from your neck, no time is wasted before kissing your lips once more. Tongues press together lightly, sighs and gentle groans sprinkled between kisses.
His hand on your ass reaches down to your thigh, hoisting your leg upwards and wrapping it around his waist. Now with more access, the two of you grind your hips together at a steady pace. Feeling his ever increasing prominent bulge push up against you is enough to cause you to moan.
He chuckles at your response, pulling his head away so you can both get ahold of your breathing. He rests his forehead against your own, looking at you with a lustful gaze. Something deeper is found in the twinkle of his eyes, expressing sincere and personal desire.
“Amore mio… I-“
His eyes drift away, traveling to the right of your person. Mista’s velvety expression quickly contorts into a frustrated one.
Before you can think to ask him what’s wrong, he grips you tight and whirls you to his side. Pressing you against him still, he pulls a hand from your ass to instead reach down into the front of his pants.
To your shock, he pulls out his pistol. He yells out incoherently, shooting two bullets into Narancia’s music player.
“Guido!” you exclaim, blinking rapidly. You cling onto him, but your face is kept away from him out of confusion. “What the hell was that for?”
“Because the damn thing doesn’t work!”
Opening your mouth, you soon close it slowly. Your grip on him loosens, letting out a giggle. It morphs into a hearty laugh, stomach straining in pain at the sheer force of it.
Glancing at you, he wonders out loud, “What’s so funny?”
It only encourages more of your laughter, wiping a single tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Mista!” you snort, “There’s no doubt about it; you’re definitely high!”
Blowing smoke emitting from his gun, he shoves it back into his pants with ease. Confident and certain, he offers you a sultry glance. “That was hot, though, wasn’t it?”
You merely giggle more, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Regardless, you reply honestly, “A little… I’ll admit I like that you keep your gun in your pants…”
His smirk widens, biting his lower lip momentarily. “Well, if that’s the case…” Mista whispers, voice husky. He blows slowly in your ear, making you halt entirely. Planting a single kiss on your earlobe, he continues smoothly, “Perhaps you’d like to reach for it yourself…”
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gyrospizzamozzarella · 9 months
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HC‼️which flavor of jolly rancher i think the bucciarati gang would prefer!
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mista
mista radiates blue raspberry flavored energy so much it’s insane. i feel like he was one of those kids that always walked around with their entire mouth and chin covered in sticky blue gunk. think ipad kid. that’s mista.
abbacchio
emo mother mf gets green apple🙏 his sour attitude matches perfectly with it.
trish
WATERMELON. it is such a sweet & sour flavor and i feel like it just embodies trish so well.
narancia
i mean…do i really need to explain? his name is literally ORANGE in italian.
bucciarati
“a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and she never stops”-some country singer idk…yeehaw? anyways the point of that was that bruno is the mom of the group, therefore he gets grape. grape flavor is for old people. i live by that. (thank you for coming to my ted talk.)
giorno
as i said in the diamond is unbreakable jolly ranchers post, cherry is a mature flavor and it just fits giorno and his overall aesthetic.
fugo
STRAWBERRYYYY. once again i don’t think i really need to explain this one.
THANK YOU THATS ALL<3
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my brain perceiving pictures of rish and matt together: ah yes. kamran and bruno on a date
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beneathashadytree · 2 years
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HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.
CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER
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Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : lots of fluff <3
Word count : 1.1K words
Additional notes : This was so soft, thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for the entire gang, and I truly believe that having a normal civilian as their s/o would be a breath of fresh air. Hope you enjoy this!💗
Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.
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Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover
After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself
Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing
More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something
Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch
He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt
He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever
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Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them
His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife
He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli
Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him
Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat
It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what
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Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself
If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier
Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail
Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages
Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can
Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love
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Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both
Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire
He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well
Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)
To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don
Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety
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Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess
He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury
When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face
The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice
He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise
It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his
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Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice
It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have
He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him
He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like
Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by
If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be
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xxxsweetdreamzxxx · 2 years
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Stormy Night
Bruno Bucciarati x Reader
warnings/tags: fanfic, fluff, protective Bruno 🥹, night terrors
summary: a night terror leaves you subconsciously begging for comfort
word count: 1.7k
I'm back babyyyyyyy :D
Bruno walked down the hall, guided towards the bathroom door by the moonlight. Just a few minutes prior, he had awoken to a parched throat. It was too bothersome to ignore, so Bucciarati had slid out of his bed and began moving toward the nearest faucet to get a glass of water. But as he reached his hand out to turn the bathroom doorknob, he heard a low whimper to his left. 
He froze, hand still outstretched, all senses now on high alert in case of danger. He turned around and stared back down the long hallway. Everyone’s doors were closed - they should be sleeping soundly. Then he heard it again, slightly louder. Now that he listened closer, it sounded like it was coming from behind the door right next to the bathroom's entrance. Yours. 
You liked to keep your bedroom door cracked. It allowed air to circulate better through the room, keeping it a few degrees cooler while you slept. But the biggest reason you always left it about an inch or two open was so you could hear any commotion if something were to happen elsewhere in the Villa. You lived a dangerous life in the home of a mafioso, and you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If someone were to enter the house, you wanted to know about it. 
It was through this crack that Bruno heard the whimpers, causing him to begin inching towards your door. Noticing the gap, he slipped his fingers through it and slowly swung the door open, cringing as it creaked slightly. To his relief, all he saw was you in your bed, the moonlight shining down on you from your window. No one else was in there; nothing looked amiss. 
But then you suddenly lurched violently in your sleep, curling up into a tiny ball and tangling yourself in your sheets. 
“No…” You whined, eyebrows closely knitted together with worry. 
Realization struck Bruno as you twisted in another direction. You were having a nightmare. The thought pained his heart. He cared for you more than he was willing to admit, having grown fond of you in the little less than a year that you’d known each other. He rushed to your bedside in a heartbeat.
“Hey, y/n.” He whispered, not wanting to startle you. 
You continued to contort yourself into awkward positions, too far into a deep sleep to hear him. He didn’t want to invade your personal space, but he could only take a certain amount of seeing you this way. He reached out to grip your shoulder lightly, shaking you gently. 
“Y/n, wake up!” His voice was panicked now.
You stirred slightly, turning over to face him. But your eyelids were still squeezed firmly shut. 
You let out a small sigh. “Stay.” You murmured, sounding broken inside.
For a second, Bruno thought you were awake and talking to him. But you continued to thrash about, rolling closer to the other side of the bed as you outstretched your arm and laid it on your mattress with a soft thud. 
Not knowing what else to do, Bruno took your outstretched hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. 
“I’m here, y/n. Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here.”
Your expression softened at his touch, and it seemed like you calmed down a bit. As he began to pull away, thinking your night terror had passed, you suddenly gripped his hand tighter. 
“No, don’t leave me alone.” You said softly, mumbling something else inaudible. 
He gulped at the way his heart fluttered. Were you awake now, asking him to stay? He couldn’t exactly do that respectfully - your bed was only a twin. He studied your face a moment longer, concluding that no, you were still sound asleep. Your nightmare seemed to have subsided, but you still held his hand tighter than ever. 
Coming to a decision, he leaned down and carefully scooped you up from your bed, holding you in his arms. You squirmed slightly before resting your head on his chest. His heart pounding, he smiled lovingly down at you - in this state of serenity, you were adorable. He took you through your still-open door and halfway down the hall to his room. Entering, he walked you to one side of his queen bed and gently laid you down, pulling the blankets over you. He then moved to the other side, slipping under the sheets and leaving space between himself and you. 
When he laid his head on his pillow, about to close his eyes, you muttered something that made him instantly look your way.
“Bruno…” You mumbled, eyes still firmly shut. 
“Yes?” He replied before realizing you hadn’t awoken. His heart swelled - did that mean he was in your dream?
“Scared… don’t wanna lose you.” You murmured, only speaking in broken sentences now. 
His heart finally at its limit, he shifted over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The tiny voice telling him he shouldn’t be doing this while you were unconscious was drowned out by his desire to comfort you. After brushing your messy hair away from your face, he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. 
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
You burrowed closer to him, burying your head in his chest again. Finally at ease, you no longer made any sound, and Bruno soon fell asleep. 
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You slowly opened your eyes, blinking at the bright rays of sunlight from his balcony window. You jolted in surprise when you saw Bruno sleeping soundly next to you. His arms were firmly wrapped around your stomach, and his chin-length black hair fell gracefully to frame his face. Realizing you were in his bed, your mind raced to recall the events of last night as you started to panic. You could have sworn you had fallen asleep in your own bed - at least you both still had your clothes on.  
The last thing you remembered was saying goodnight to the gang before heading upstairs to your room, so how had this happened? You wanted to get answers from him, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. He looked angelic - you were stunned at how gorgeous he looked even at this hour. Truthfully you’d had a crush on Bruno Bucciarati since you’d met, but you were too shy to make it known - you thought he was way out of your league. 
You still weren’t sure whether you should try and pull away or stay when he stirred. He stretched slightly before his ocean eyes fluttered open and met yours. His olive skin flushed redder as he realized he’d been holding you tight. He began to let go when you stopped him.
“No, wait.” You begged.
“I’m sorry-” He began.
“Don’t be. I am curious why I’m not in my own bed, though.” 
He smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t leave you alone after you asked me not to; you had a bad dream.”
It was your turn to blush, the dream coming back to you. “What… did you hear?”
“Something about not wanting to be left alone. Amore, you’ll never have to worry about that while I’m around, I promise.” 
You looked away, reddening at his words. “But what if you’re not?”
“Is that what you saw in your dream?” He inquired. His perceptiveness never ceased to amaze you.
You nodded, closing your eyes, attempting to stop them from tearing up. They flew back open as Bruno placed his hand against your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. Nothing else was said, but his gaze told you that no matter what, he’d stop at nothing to never be parted from you. You knew he couldn’t confirm that would never happen - your futures were too uncertain. But the look you shared told one another that you both cared, more than words could ever express. Somehow, you were grateful for the awful dream that had brought you closer together. 
Before you could think straight, you found yourself closing the small gap left between you to meet in a slow, soft kiss. You kissed him passionately - a feeling returned just as strongly as he shifted you onto your back so he could lean over you. When you parted several moments later - his left hand flattened against your upper back - you were interrupted by the growling of your stomach. He laughed, releasing his grip on you. 
“Let’s get some breakfast; it’s pretty late.” He suggested.
Embarrassed, you giggled with him. “Good idea.”
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When you and Bruno walked down the stairs together in your pajamas, you found your companions already raiding the pantry and fridge. They turned at your approach, their expressions shifting to varying versions of surprise. Everyone knew you and Bruno liked each other - it was all too obvious to anyone viewing it from the outside. But they'd almost all eventually concluded that nothing would come of it after months of watching you orbit around each other, never colliding.
Mista had been holding a cereal box away from Narancia, who jumped after the taller gunman around the kitchen. When you entered, Mista came to a sudden halt - Narancia barely able to skid to a stop before running into him and glancing over curiously to see what had distracted Mista. The duo then gave each other a look as they broke out into huge grins, instantly assuming something had occurred that really hadn’t. 
Leone sat alone at a round table to the side, his eyes shifting skyward to meet yours as you entered the kitchen with Bruno standing protectively behind you. The ex-cop scowled, but behind his streaming cup of tea, he hid a secret smirk. En route to the table, Giorno remained passive - save for one eyebrow raised as he side-eyed you quizzically. He let out a small huff as he sneakily handed a wad of cash to Leone once he sat down - it appeared the older man had won a bet. Trish smiled at the two of you in greeting by the coffee maker, oblivious to any implications. 
Bruno sighed before placing a hand on your lower back to guide you into the kitchen, keeping you away from the gang members who had a million questions and teases. It was going to be a long day. 
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figcookie01 · 10 months
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some gucci government workers
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esmedelacroix · 3 months
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❅☃❅Hiii I would like to request something for the christmas-fluffdown
I have been thinking about x reader story with a ice skating scenario with any jjba character from part 5
That's all thanks for taking the time to read this ❅☃❅
hey non non! im actually rewatching part 5 right now so this is perfect! hope you like ;)
17 days til' Christmas
ice skating date with boyfriend!bruno bucciarati ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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You met your boyfriend Bruno Bucciarati when you were on a vacation trip with your best friends. Going to Italy with your girlfriends, you expected a fleeting summer romance. That's not what happened with Bruno.
He swept you off your feet and his advances blew you away. You had met him at a little hidden restaurant. "I think we are ready to pay for our food now," you said to the waiter.
You were at the restaurant with one of your friends. The other three of your friends had gone shopping that evening and you and your friend Stella were far too tired.
"Oh, your bill is already paid for," the waiter replied.
Your face contorted to confusion as you eyed Stella. She shook her head and shrugged.
"Well there has to be a mistake, we haven't paid yet," you explained taking out your wallet.
"No no no, signora[miss], that man over there paid for you and your friend's meal,'' the waiter reassured, pointing over at a table where a man in a white suit with a dalmation-esque print. His outfit was fashionable and almost chic, exposing his tattooed chest.
You were never fond of long hair let alone a bob on men until you had seen Bruno for the first time. He looked calm and collected as he sipped a glass of expensive-looking wine.
His aura was almost alluring like he was pulling you towards him. You got up and walked up to his table. "Um excuse me, sir, I wanted to thank you for paying for my friend and I's meal," you started.
"Thank you for coming to my restaurant. I have never seen such a beautiful woman set foot in here," he said. Your eyes widened in shock. He's the owner of the restaurant?! You thought to yourself.
Could he really be talking about me? You questioned.
"Are you talking about me or my friend?" you asked nervously.
He gave you a strange look. A look that almost screamed how I could be talking about anyone but you right now? When you glow naturally and your eyes are as profound as they are? Like they could say a million words, how could it be anyone else?
"Well of course I'm talking about you Bella[beautiful], please have a seat," he offered motioning towards the chair next to him.
"As much as I would love to, I would hate to leave my friend Stella all alone," you started turning around to see an Italian man sitting in your seat flirting up a storm with Stella.
"Never mind then," you said sheepishly as you sat.
That night one of the greatest loves you had ever experienced bloomed. You danced on the street with Bruno late at night when all the buskers were playing their late-night slow jams.
The rest was history. After your trip, you parted ways with Buccirati and you were doing long distance and thought you would never see him again until you found out that your job was offering an abroad working opportunity in Italy where you would get to live there for a whole year.
Once that year ended you and Bruno went back to long distance until he surprised you at JFK airport. "Bruno! What are you doing here?" you asked as you hugged him tight.
"Well I thought I'd visit my girlfriend of two years for Christmas in her home city," Bruno answered as he kissed you on the forehead.
"Awww, I love you, darling," you said, hugging him even tighter, breathing in his comforting and familiar scent.
Bruno had texted you saying that the gift that he got you for Christmas was arriving at JFK that day. You never would've guessed that the gift was him.
. . .
That week was perfect. Bruno met your family for the first time and of course, charmed them all. You never stopped talking about Bruno to your family the year you came back from Italy. They too thought it would be a short fling and that long distance never worked, but here he was standing before your family greeting them and joining them in the Christmas Eve festivities.
You were just about to show Bruno his stalking that you altered last minute when you saw your father pull him aside to talk in his study. Oh no, why does he have to be like this? You asked yourself, shaking your head.
Your father had this habit of talking to anyone you were dating one-on-one just to get to know them better. He meant well but he often scared them away.
That wasn't the case with Bruno. They both walked out of his office laughing together and making jokes. After speaking with Bruno his whole mood lifted. As much as your family loved to have you and Bruno, they got you two out of the house to go spend some alone time together. The two of you kept walking until you arrived at the ice skating rink at Rockefeller.
The Rockefeller tree this year was a beautiful sight. "I love this place," you said as Bruno took your hand as the two of you began to glide together on the ice.
"Bruno..." you started trying to find the right words.
He turned to look at you, squeezing your hand so you would feel more comfortable speaking.
"Why did you come here? I don't want to sound rude but this is pretty random," you continued.
He couldn't help but chuckle at your question. "Alright, you caught me. I am here for a specific reason but I can't tell you yet. Is that okay? Can you wait a bit for me?" he asked as he stuffed your hand in his pocket. It was starting to get windy and colder and he could see you were shivering.
"Okay, but if it's something bad I want to know now," you said sternly.
"It's quite the opposite," Bruno said, smiling to himself.
The two of you spent what felt like an eternity. The two of you finally were able to push through the crowds and you were right in front of the Rockefeller Christmas tree. You went out of your way to take a selfie with Bruno to send to your mother. As you were typing away at your phone texting your mom about this date that Bruno had taken you on you started to hear people around you gasp and ooh and aw.
You looked up from your phone and looked around to see what was going on but when you turned around and looked down you saw Bruno on one knee with a little box with the most beautiful ring in it.
Everything started to make sense when your family came out of nowhere and took pictures and clapped when all you could do was cry and nod your head.
Your parents came to hug you after he put the ring on your finger and endless pictures were taken. You got proposed to in your favorite place in New York, during your favorite time of the year, to the love of your life.
You had a feeling that he and your dad were keeping something from you but you never would have guessed it was a proposal.
Happiness was overflowing as your family congratulated the two of you and after a while, all you wanted was to be alone with him. So you did the first thing that came to mind and you took his hand quickly skating away from the others.
Laughter followed as you finally found a place to hide with Bruno. "Bruno, I don't even know what to say, I just, you've made me the happiest woman in all of New York. I don't even have the words," you muttered sheepishly.
"Then just kiss me," he suggested with a warm smile.
You immediately pressed your lips against his and for the first time in this cold weather, you felt a kind. of warmth that could completely fend off all of the cold air.
As the snowflakes began to adorn your nose, hair, and eyelashes all you felt was love and happiness along with great hope for your future with Bruno.
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mila-uchiha · 2 years
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jjba masterlist ✧˖*°࿐
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jjba masterlist!!! enjoy :) requests are currently open for naruto/jjba
🌜- SFW 🍡- NSFW
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Headcanons:
🌜 how they kiss you, giorno, mista, bucciarati, abbacchio, naracia 🍡 nsfw alphabet, jotaro
One Shots:
🌜 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 will you sleep with me?, bucciarati x reader 🍡 you're beautiful, bucciarati x reader 🍡 we're just friends, jotaro x reader 🍡 taking your virginity, diavolo x reader 🍡 "you're so needy", dio x reader
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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year
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ENCANTO BIG BANG
Here it finally is! My story for the Encanto Big Bang Event. This was my first big bang and it was so much fun with so many wonderful people in this community. Check the tag encantobigbang to check out all these other amazing stories and art
My artist was the wonderful @littenstinymittens and as soon as the art is up, I'll link it here!
Edit: HERE IT IS!!!! https://at.tumblr.com/littenstinymittens/stumbles-in-crashing-into-multiple-things-as-i/pq4wt2bil9hh
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danddymaro · 2 years
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Kisses From Bruno
This is How Kisses from Bruno go // somewhat nsfw.
Wordcount: 590
Kisses From Bruno
His lips are not only plush but soft as they descend onto yours, and even after all of the yearning between the past week that has made you fantasize of a single smooch with prior memories used as fuel, it's almost like it's all been wiped out from your memory the second he touches you. 
The entire experience is almost indescribable.
Somehow, you feel as though the first that descends upon you that day is the first of a lifetime.
It's always just as breathtaking, just as special, and never falling short of blissful. 
Every kiss brings forth a sweet flavor your mind automatically resisters as his, and it's something dear, something you can't place but is close to a mixture of vanilla and sugar tickling your taste buds, urging you for more spoils.
One of his forearms lays beside your head, used as support while the hand at his other side takes a tour down his own body before it falls onto his manhood. 
His thumb touches the base first before his other fingers land seconds after, curled over the hardness that had been previously strained by the costly, black-spotted white trousers now forgotten somewhere between the bedroom door and the mattress.
He continues to kiss you while he strokes himself, the longing he's possessed slowly sedated by your very presence, the warmth that your every breath fills the home with being the same one he's missed terribly while he was away.
The  head of his cock teasingly brushes your folds, smoothly sliding over your slick so easily that part of you wants to shrink in shame because it was all from a kiss of his.
A single press had you ready, intoxicated by the sweet savor of your dear Bruno.
he hums, the sweet, low whirr warming your insides like a warm drink during the winter seasons, and your heart delicately flutters at the soft sound he makes just as he finally sinks within.
Involuntarily, you clench at the full length, and it's something Bucciarati responds to with a deep, baritone moan, and he's nearly winded. 
The tension that knits between his dark brows melts along with the stress his mind had been plagued with from the previous days away, and he could only envision it as a mist that evaporates from him the second he finally fully holds you.
He doesn't quite understand what it is that creates the reaction from you, what it is that he does that brings forth such a sensual flutter around him every single time, but he loves it.
He loves it so much that the luscious lips that press against your own slide off to the side and land right in between her ear and jaw. 
And he praises you, in between the soft pants that escape those beautiful lips there are sensuous words of praise that make your face steam hot, but also make your heart bounce happily.
He loves you, and he's missed you, terribly.
- And there's nowhere else he'd rather go.
"Tesoro..." he whispers softly, and there is so much tenderness in that single word that you feel the gravity of all of his adoration. 
The address has another meaning, and it translates to ‘I love you.’
Between the rapid beats of your loudly pounding heart you can hear him say it again, and like a lovesick fool, drunk on the divine sound of his sensual voice hotly spoken in your ear, you almost melt into a pool beneath him.
More kisses follow within the lovemaking, and they all taste sugary, addicting.
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lapseinrecs · 23 days
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In The Whites Of His Eyes 
By Val_Creative @val-creative
On Archive of Our Own
Status: Complete; Oneshot; 806 words
Summary: Some of the townsfolk's children lash out against Bruno. Julieta and Pepa defend him. 
My thoughts: Absolutely bonkers. I kept thinking holy cow… Bruno looks like Pedro, covered in blood, I bet Alma had nightmares for weeks after this. Still, comfort your son. The triplets are good siblings to each other.
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There's Nothing Like Doing Nothing With You
Bucky's eyes jolt at the annoying, anxiety-inducing sound of your phone ringing. With a frantic hand, he carefully reaches over you to grab your phone and quickly answers before its incessant ringing wakes you. 
"What?" he croaks in a hushed tone. 
"Good morning to you too," Sam chuckles. 
He cracks open a bleary eye to look at the screen. 4:03 AM. 
"It's 4 AM. I'm not nice until at least 7 AM," he rasps, reluctantly tearing off the comforter on top of him and peeling himself out of the warm, welcoming bed. 
"That's why I didn't call you. At least I didn't think I called you?"
"You didn't," Bucky grumbles, padding out of your bedroom to finish talking to Sam without waking you. "I just answered."
"You answered?"
"Phone was right there. I didn't want to wake her."
"So you just grabbed her phone?"
"It was right there. It woke me up, so I answered."
"Why was her phone right next to you?"
"It was on the nightstand," Bucky sleepily mutters, so tired that he's willingly answering Sam's questions with minimal resistance. "Shared bedroom, Sam. Phone calls tend to wake the both of us. Is there a reason you're calling or did you want to interrogate us about where our phones are?"
"In my mind, I like to pretend that you sleep in different beds. Different rooms even."
Bucky chuckles wryly, "Well, that's definitely not true."
"Ew."
"Sam, I'm so close to hanging up on you. What do you want?"
"Oh, right. Mission got postponed. She's got the day off."
"Alright, I'll pass the message on."
"Thanks."
Bucky hangs up the phone in a tired huff, unlocking it to turn off all your alarms for your mission this morning. He quietly creaks the door back open, lazily padding back to bed. He slowly peels backs his hastily thrown covers and crawls back into bed. He lays down for a moment, trying to lull himself back to sleep. That's when he feels you, still sleeping, turn over to curl yourself back into him. 
He debates waking you to let you know that you have the day off, but he looks down at you tucked into his side, peacefully sleeping and decides against it. 
He wraps an arm around you, reach out for both phones to silence them. Soon after that, he's coaxed back into a peaceful slumber. 
You wake to the morning beaming down on your face, Bucky's arm still thrown around you and his light snoring filling the room. If the warm sun filtering through the sheers was any indication, it was already a late start to the morning. And then you jolt upright.
You knew you had a mission obscenely early this morning. A mission that started way before the crack of dawn. 
"What? What happened?" he says, abruptly sitting up and hastily scanning the room for any signs of a threat.
"Sorry," you frantically whisper, stumbling out of bed to search for your missing phone. "I think I slept through my alarms. I'm so late. Dang it, Sam's never going to let this one go."
"Oh, he called," he rasps, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "You're off the hook today. Mission canceled or something. I was only half listening."
"Really?" you sigh in relief.
"Yeah, now come back to bed."
You look to your nightstand to search for your missing phone. Then to the other side of the room, where it sits on Bucky's nightstand. "What time is it?"
Without looking, he reaches out to the small table to feel for either phone. He finally takes hold of one, clicking the small button to turn on the display. "Oh, shit. It's 11 already."
"We slept until 11? Don't you have an assignment or something?"
"Nope."
"Huh," you nod. 
"So...we both have the day off?" he dubiously questions.
It was always a little bit of a miracle when both of your schedules perfectly aligned and you had an entire day to spend with each other. Usually there was always something. Missions. Other assignments. Emergencies. Paperwork. Overzealous friends. It was always something. So it was more than a little surprising that there was nothing.
You shrug. "I guess so."
"So...what do we do?"
"I don't know. When was the last time we both had a day off at the exact same time?"
"67 days ago. Not that I was counting or anything," he chuckles.
"That sounds about right...Well, what if we just did nothing?"
"Nothing?"
"Why not? We never get the day to just sit here. Bum on the couch. Watch movies."
"That sounds perfect," Bucky admits, more than slightly relieved that you don't want to have an adventure-filled day. It's not that he wouldn't have fun, but the old man in him really just wants to do nothing except sit and indulge in his favorite hobbies. 
"Then, it's settled," you decisively nod.
"Wait," he abruptly interjects, turning to grab both phones to shut them off before anyone else can ruin this serendipitous day. "Can't let them ruin this for us."
With a late start to your do nothing day, you change out of your slept in pajamas to some new, clean pajamas to lounge around in. You languidly walk out of your bedroom to find Bucky in front of the open fridge, his face furrowed as he sniffs at an old takeout container. "Yeah, I don't think this is good anymore."
"Probably not," you chuckle. "When did we even get that?"
He shrugs, chucking the container in the garbage. "Dunno know. I'll just go pick something up."
"Wait - we have technology!"
He snaps his fingers, pointing a finger in agreement. "You're right."
And in the city that never sleeps, it's not long before you've both got your favorite takeout from the little restaurant on the corner in your laps as you scroll through the seemingly endless options on the TV. 
"Have we watched this?" you ask Bucky.
"Don't think so."
"You wanna to watch it?" you halfheartedly ask. 
"You want to just watch Friends again?" he offers.
He'd given up on pretending he didn't find the show funny or that he wasn't watching alongside you when he so clearly was. It was pretty funny to you, that one day he came home and pouted for almost an hour because you continued watching without him. You argued that he said he didn't even like the show. Still he huffed and sat alone on the couch until you pinky promised not to continue any shows without him. 
"Sure," you hum, settling into the couch and resting your head on his shoulder. 
The first part of your day is spent laughing at the antics of the sitcom characters, debating which character each person in your group would be. The only conclusive, unanimous decision you two can come to is that Sam is a Joey.
After a nice marathon of Friends, you both decide to alternate picking and choosing movies.
"Alright, we'll flip for who goes first," he decides, pulling out a coin from his wallet. 
"Deal."
"Call it," he says, flipping the coin in the air.
"Heads," you call as he catches it, quickly covering the result with his other hand.
"And...it's tails," he smugly smirks.
"Best two out of three," you offer.
"Fine," he shrugs, playfully rolling his eyes.
And he wins again. 
So huff in annoyance, but rest your head on his lap as he puts on some documentary that you have no intention of watching. You fall asleep tracing little stars in his hand.
You find yourself slowly waking up at the end of the documentary with absolutely no idea what you'd just watched. It's obvious Bucky doesn't recognize you've awoken because you feel him reaching for the remote again. 
"Ah," you tut, taking the remote from his hand. "It's my turn."
"You were literally sleeping."
"And now I'm awake," you smugly smirk, sitting up off Bucky's lap. "And it's my turn."
"Fine," he huffs. "Knock yourself out."
"Uh?" you indignantly scoff. 
"Figure of speech," he explains. 
"Oh," you nod.
With the remote in your hand, you triumphantly choose a movie you've definitely watched before. One that, in spite of Bucky's huffing and sarcastic comments, has caused some tears to spring in the corner of his eyes. 
He sighs, recognizing the movie from the opening scene. You pause it, standing up off the couch to gather snacks for the rest of you movie marathon. 
"You want anything?" you call from the kitchen.
"I'm good."
"I'm not giving you any of my popcorn," you warn.
"Okay," he calls back.
"I'm serious!"
"Okay," he agrees once again. 
You sigh, shaking your head but still putting another bag of popcorn in the microwave for Bucky because you know once the bowl sits in front of him, he can't stop himself from grabbing handfuls when he thinks you aren't looking. 
After a few more minutes of preparation, you walk back into the living room to a sight you can't help but smile at. 
"What?" he defensively asks, his basket of knitting supplies suddenly sitting at his feet. 
"Nothing!" you shrug, the bowl of warm popcorn in your hand.
"We've watched this movie before, it doesn't need my full attention," he grumbles as you take your seat next to him. 
"The Notebook always needs your full attention," you playfully argue.
"We already know what happens," he grumbles, picking up the blanket he'd been religiously working on his off-days. "You better not have told anyone. Especially Steve and Sam."
"I told you I wouldn't," you chortle.
"I'm serious, you better not tell them."
"I won't."
"Swear."
You raise both your hands up in innocence. "I swear!"
"Good."
"But what about-" you start.
"No one," he interjects, aggressively looping his next stitch.
"I promise."
He doubtfully nods, not quite believing that you can keep this secret to yourself. You laugh again as you press play and rest your head against Bucky. He rolls his eyes, but with a warm smile, he kisses the top of your head.
And though you're both in pajamas and there's nothing particularly romantic about your shared apartment or the mess of junk food on the coffee table, you two somehow end up swaying in the middle of the room at the end of the night. Listening to the quiet hum of the music crackling on the record player. The room only lit by the dim glow of your twinkle lights.
Bucky sighs in contentment, after all, there was nothing like doing nothing with you. 
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cryoshia · 9 months
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i don't want you like a best friend
~ a brumala oneshot ~
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an alternate version of ms marvel deleted scene #3: "just friends".
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blackypanther9 · 1 year
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Dia De Los Muertos – Bruno x Reader
Pick your Gender.
Dia De Los Muertos was coming. The Madrigal Family needed at least a few hours for preparing it and Bruno’s Lover joined in.
“Come on, Y/n ! We need to prepare everything !”, Bruno said happily.
“What do we need to prepare for ? A Birthday ?”, you asked confused.
“No ! It is soon Dia De Los Muertos !”
You looked at Bruno with an expressionless face.
“The what now ?”, you asked.
“Oh right ! In English it means the Day of the Dead ! We celebrate it.”
“Oh… Why tho ? What’s so special about it ?”
“Well, we have a legend of the afterlife, of some sorts at least. When you die, you will be in the Land of the dead. There is one special day though, where you can come and visit your Family. If the picture of a dead person is on the Veranda then the said dead person can cross over a bridge that is made out of Marigolds. We also spread these on the streets into our home, because we will help them find back that way. We celebrate and they celebrate with us. We put a lot of food on their graves and Verandas so they can take it home with themselves. We share stories about our passed away Family, to keep their memory alive and by that we keep them alive. If we forget about one of them or no one lives anymore that knew them or their stories…they disappear from there and move to somewhere else. If the picture of a dead person is not on the Veranda, they can’t cross and come over.”
You listened intently and were now just as eager as Bruno. You grabbed his hand and then tore him out of his room, which he yelped at in shock and then smiled by your eagerness.
Soon you were with Bruno in the kitchen and asked what you and him can help the others with. Bruno helped Julieta by cooking, and you helped Isabela spread the Marigolds. Then you helped with setting the desk and decorating Casita.
After a few hours you were all done and waited for the night to come, to celebrate.
Bruno and you were in the Living room reading and cuddling together while the others either played or talked about things for the next Dia De Los Muertos.
The night has arrived and you and Bruno had sneaked out of Encanto to bring Bruno’s Father his gifts. You selected them with him and set them near the River.
“Happy Dia De Los Muertos, Senor Madrigal.”, you said as you set it down and looked at the River.
“Happy Dia De Los Muertos, Padre.”, Bruno said softly.
Then you giggled and pulled out Marigolds and started a trail into the Encanto.
“Y/n ? What are you doing ?”
“Bringing your Dad into Encanto !”
“He got washed away right after he was slain. There is no certainty that this will work.”
“Don’t be such a wuss and help me !”
Bruno looked at you nervous and you sighed and continued until the Marigolds were connected to the rest of the streets of Encanto.
After you were done you ran back to Bruno and dragged him into Casita, unbeknownst to you two that a certain someone was watching you with a smile and followed the Marigolds for the very first time.
Alma was angry as she found out that you made a trail from outside to inside Encanto, but she didn’t let her anger consume her. Not today. You only wanted to help and that is all the more reason to not have a fit right now.
Soon the Madrigals ate and celebrated like there was no tomorrow. But everything stopped when a golden glow emitted in the center of their yard. Soon enough everyone gasped in shock and Alma almost fainted.
In the Center of the yard of Casita stood Pedro Madrigal. He had a big smile on his face and chuckled.
“It’s good to finally be able to see my Family again.”, he said.
“Pedro…?”, Alma asked.
“Hello Love.”, Pedro greeted back.
“I KNEW IT !”, you yelled and shook a shocked Bruno.
Pedro looked at you and chuckled.
“Thank you for helping me here. I never found my way to them after I died. This is my very first time.”
Alma looked at him in horror. His very first time…?
“So you never saw them growing up ?”, she asked.
“Sadly no. But I look at my kids now and I see just how much they grew and how happy they have become.”
Alma smiled, but knew she had to come clean with her Husband.
But even after Alma came clean, Pedro wasn’t angry with her. He was happy that his mijas (daughters) and hijo (Son) found love and maybe, just maybe, his hijo will have a child too. One day.
Today he was just happy to be with them and to talk with them.
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Headcannons or a short imagine for Risotto, Giorno, Bruno, and Abbacchio(if that is too many people you can pick two out) with an s/o who has Autism and gets really hyper around people they trust, and just kind of like run around, bounce up and down, and simply laughing at the smallest things. But the truth is they just feel comfortable enough to not mask their energy.
I go through episodes like this with my friends and brother and they judge me or just don't really get it, so it'd be great to see how my comfort characters would handle it! Love ya!
UNMASKED - RISOTTO NERO, GIORNO GIOVANNA, BRUNO BUCCIARATI, AND LEONE ABBACCHIO X READER
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Warnings : I hc Giorno as autistic in this, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff and comfort!
Word count : 0.9K words
Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! As an autistic person myself, as well as having ADHD, this was extremely self-indulgent for me too 🫣 Masking is so draining, and leaves me feeling upset, so having someone to be yourself around is the most comforting experience ever. Sending love back to you, and I hope you enjoy this!💗💗
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Risotto admittedly has a rather low social battery and energy levels normally (outside of missions, that is), so he hasn’t really experienced that feeling himself
However, given the mix of different personalities in La Squadra, he’s learnt how to deal with and interact with each of them accordingly
When it comes to his s/o, he couldn’t really help that small, soft smile that crosses his face without him even noticing it
Some peculiar warmth swells in his chest every time he sees them grinning at him, almost bouncing up and down in their seat with the boundless energy they had
Whenever they chattered on about something that interested them, stars shining in their eyes, or enthusiastically talked about their day, he’d quietly listen attentively, with small interjections here and there to show that he was paying attention
He could swear that his heart swelled to twice its size whenever he heard their laugh, so carefree and delighted in his presence
Risotto wasn’t delusional; he knew that being autistic wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, and that they’d struggled with some things that other neurotypical people found easy
But—at the very least—he was glad to be able to offer his lover some semblance of a safe space where they could unwind and slip off that mask they donned around others
If he should sit there for hours on end, simply staring at them with that fond half-smile on his face as they did their own thing, he would willingly do it in a heartbeat
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Autistic x Autistic /hj
No but seriously, I’m pretty sure Giorno’s on the autistic spectrum and you can’t convince me otherwise
So he knows all too well how it feels to mask and to have swooping energy levels, and to see his darling feel so at home with him that it all comes apart has him doing the exact same thing as well
No masking in this household, no sir!
Their enthusiasm was always infectious to him, their smile always pulling one of his own
Every hyperfixation of theirs that they loved to share with him had him listening with pleasure, bright green eyes focused on them and them alone
This also encouraged him to share his special interests with them, something he’d never bothered to express to anyone else, preferring to keep things to himself
And every time without fail they’d laugh in his presence, he’d find himself itching to pull them close and into his chest, a brand new feeling he couldn’t exactly name
It felt wonderful to have someone on the same wavelength as him; even if their energy levels were vastly different, they understood each other better than anyone else, and that was something unique to their relationship only
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Are you really going to try and convince me that Bucciarati has no experience interacting with neurodivergent people when Narancia is right there? /hj
With the patience of a saint, Bruno is probably the best person to rant to about anything
He’s a brilliant listener and always seems invested in the conversation, no matter how mundane it might seem to outsiders; it was always the biggest delight to him to have them gesticulate as they told him yet another story with shiny eyes
If he was ever on a long mission, or his Capo duties took him away for long periods of time, he loved nothing more than the way they bounded up to him and flung themself into his arms, pure longing and adoration etched onto their expression
And no matter how exhausted he was, hearing their cheerful laugh would erase all tiredness from his face and he would feel rejuvenated
Rest assured that he would definitely take the chance often to tell them how much he appreciates how comfortable they are around him, understanding that it is a great sign of trust for them to not mask when they were with him
He needs to express how honored feels!
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Now, Abbacchio has had his fair share of interacting with all different sorts of people
Granted, he prefers to keep to himself more often than not, but hanging around with the rest of the gang meant that he never really minded their hyperactivity
When it came to his lover, he found it doubly endearing, in all honesty
Though he did get drained pretty quickly, he didn’t mind one bit the way they’d eagerly seek him out and launch into retelling a fascinating event that had happened
In fact, he was a sucker for the times when they came up to him with glinting eyes and a brilliant grin, beginning an hour-long non-stop rant about their newest hyperfixation (he loved that they had a passion that would drive them so)
Leone might’ve seemed dispassionate to others, but he would do anything to provide the best sources for any special interests they might have
Time to splurge that mafia money /hj
The Italian countryside was the best place to go on dates, with them running around the fields, laughing out loud and jumping into his lap as he sat down on the grass with the most tender smile and lovesick expression on his face
Though he couldn’t picture himself doing any of this, he couldn’t imagine a world without them roping him in
He’d do whatever it takes to ensure that they’d always consider him their home to come back to; the person they can be themself around
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