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yoshhii · 8 months

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STYLING THEIR HAIR— bucci gang

no fugo or trish sorry! (´∀｀•)

bucciarati bruno

→˚₊· when you asked if you could style his hair he of course said yes

→˚₊· seeing your face light up meant the world to him

→˚₊· after all there wasn’t a lot of times where you two could hang out like this

→˚₊· because his hair was so short you didn’t have a lot of options

→˚₊· while you worked on styling it he sat perfectly still

→˚₊· his hair was so shiny and soft

→˚₊· when you were finished he looked in the mirror and smiled at you

→˚₊· he loves it and asked if you would like him to style your hair

→˚₊· if you say yes then he happily puts it in any style you want

→˚₊· but being a capo meant his free time was limited

→˚₊· he had to leave for business reasons but not before he gives you a hug and a quick kiss on the forehead

leone abbacchio

→˚₊· “no.”

→˚₊· of course… it wasn’t going to be easy to convince abbacchio to let you do his hair

→˚₊· so you might need to beg him for a bit

→˚₊· “please?” “no” “please?” “no” “just this one time?” “….fine.”

→˚₊· he hesitantly sat down in front of you

→˚₊· “you better make this quick.”

→˚₊· if this was anyone else he would tell them to f off but you where an exception

→˚₊· soft…his hair was very soft

→˚₊· it was so smooth, long, and silky it was nice to touch

→˚₊· you decided to put his hair up halfway

→˚₊· you could see him relax as your fingers ran through his hair

→˚₊· it was nice having you around, it gets his mind off of the stress he has from working so much

→˚₊· when you finished he was a little disappointed it ended so soon but didn’t say anything

→˚₊· when he saw the results you could see a small smile form on his face

→˚₊· “ it looks okay” he absolutely loves it

→˚₊· he now expects you to do this more often but he’ll never tell you

giorno giovanna

→˚₊· “i don’t see why not”

→˚₊· so here he is sitting down, letting you unbraid his hair and style it to whatever you please

→˚₊· his hair is so beautiful, it basically glows in the sunlight

→˚₊· compliments you and your hairstyling skills

→˚₊· might use golden experience to put some flowers in his hair ( he looks so majestic)

→˚₊· would let you do this again

( i don’t know how to write giorno so that’s all i have sorry)

guido mista

→˚₊· “are you sure? my hair is not that long”

→˚₊· he doesn’t mind you styling his hair, it’s just that there’s not much to work with

→˚₊· but he happily places himself down and takes off his hat(?)

→˚₊· have you ever seen him without it on?

→˚₊· if not then now you have!

→˚₊·very short and lots of curls

→˚₊· he has a bit of a disappointed expression because of how short his hair is

→˚₊· but you make him feel better by telling him it’s perfectly okay!

→˚₊· you can probably put some mini bows in it

→˚₊· well whatever you decide to do he’s happy about it

narancia ghirga

→˚₊· when you ask him he of course says (more like yells) yes

→˚₊· “ OF COURSE YOU CAN!!”

→˚₊· like mista he doesn’t mind what hairstyle you do, he’s happy with anything

→˚₊· moves a bit when you’re styling but it’s not to much

→˚₊· might get impatient if you take to long so you’ll have to tell him to wait a little longer

→˚₊· when you’re done he basically jumps up and down from excitement

→˚₊· “YOU DID THIS Y/N?? HOW COOL!”

→˚₊· runs to show it off to everyone

→˚₊· he would like to do your hair as well

→˚₊·it might not look as good but its sweet that he tried

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caramel-cafe · 3 months

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Could you write Bruno dating like you write for Abbacchio pls?

➥ Dating him would include…

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Advanture

Character(s): Bruno Bucciarati

Tags: Gn! Reader, Fluff

Warning(s): None

If you aren't in Passione or weren't on his team already, it takes him quite a while to introduce you to them. Bruno thinks of them as family and needs to make sure you're the one before committing to something like that.

Whenever the gang is around, he tries his best to act professional, but if you initiate anything, he’ll melt into your touch as long as it isn’t anything too intimate—hugging him from behind, quick pecks on the cheek, etc.

If someone comes up to you and/or starts flirting in front of you, he won't do much at first. Bruno trusts and respects you enough not to interfere unless they start making you uncomfortable. However, the person can feel his eyes boring into them as he makes sure they won't try anything.

Whether it’s dinner at a fancy restaurant or cuddling on the couch while watching your favorite movie, Bruno will do whatever he can to make time to spend with you.

In addition to that, he prefers to have you sit with him while doing paperwork for the gang and such. He doesn’t need help with it, but having you with him is calming. However, if you decide not to join him, he doesn’t blame you.

Bruno won't hesitate to shower you with many gifts, expensive or otherwise. Whether it's something you specifically mentioned needing or just something he thought you’d like or that reminded him of you, he is almost always bringing you something back.

You never have to worry about getting clothes that don't fit you; this man is not above having your clothes custom-tailored for you.

He is also very open with you. If he’s having an issue, more often than not, Bruno immediately comes to you to get your advice or resolve the issue, and he appreciates it when you do the same. The only time that he may not come to you is if it's something about Passione.

If you're ever having trouble sleeping he’s always up for telling you little stories while tracing little circles on your back to help you relax.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

#jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x gn reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Their reaction to being the only one avoided by their darling

Part 1

Part 2

What if you, their crush, were friendly with the rest of the group…except them? How will they react? How will they feel? What will they do about it?

Featuring: Bucci gang (separately)—Bruno, Abbacchio and Giorno

GN reader, except the use of the term “amorina”

A/N: Out of the writing slump we gooo!

Bruno Bucciarati

Let’s say he is going to be confused. And maybe sad. No, definitely sad. Even if he is sad about it, he will try giving you time to adjust to your new group;

However, after some time, when he noticed that, out of the six boys, he was the only being avoided, he felt awful. You even liked Abbacchio and weren’t scared of him, but it seemed like when Bruno appeared you were ready to dissolve;

Why didn’t you like him? What could have he done to earn your hatred? Damn it, he was the one that brought you here! If it wasn’t for him, you would be six feet under! It was frustrating, really;

The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Quite the opposite, may I say. Out of them all, he was the one you were attracted to. But the thing was, you couldn’t be yourself around him since you cared about his opinion and you didn’t want to be disliked by him. So, you shied away every time he was near you;

Bruno was determined to make you like him, even if he didn’t know you already did. And, being a capo, he could easily make it that you two went completely alone on some missions. Only by coincidence, of course;

After one of those missions, you and Bruno were spending the night in a five-star hotel. It was a pretty luxurious place, but you can’t expect anything else from Bucciarati, can you? You two could’ve gotten back to Naples this night, but he wanted to spend time with you without being interrupted by the boys;

As usual, you tried to avoid him as much as you could in that room. You stayed much more in the bathroom than usual, you went on the balcony when he was in the room, and you tried to not show how flustered you got when he was close to you. You tried. But it seemed like today he didn’t let it slide;

“Y/N.” His harsh tone took you off guard, his intimidating presence making you bite your lip anxiously. You knew that this day was going to come, that you couldn’t play this pathetic game of cat and mouse, but you weren’t ready to talk about it yet;

“Yes?” You responded, your voice coming way smaller than you meant to and you didn’t turn to Bruno. Yes, you were a pretty good actor but…around him, your acting skills disappeared. Who knows what you will do when you see him? Was he disappointed in you?

“Turn around for me, amorina” His tone softened a bit and he waited. It was something weird about it, it was like…he wasn’t asking you to do it. He was, sort of, ordering. Yeah, it was one of the tones he usually used before getting mad. So you really were on thin ice;

You did as you were told, even if you weren’t supposed to follow his orders in your free time, but you couldn’t help. You felt weird to ignore what he was saying when he was using that tone since it felt like disobeying him. And that made you think: Humans really are weird, aren’t they?

“What’s wrong? Do you hate me? Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? And if yes, what is it? I want to fix it, but I don’t know how.” The way he sounded now, completely different from two seconds ago, truly sincere and hurt, made your stomach twirl in anxiety. Was it the wrong decision to act like that with him? Maybe it was, but you had no idea how to act around him without embarrassing yourself and making him dislike you. “Please, tell me what I did wrong.”;

“I…You…I don’t h-hate you. And you didn’t do anything wrong, please don’t think like that.” You forced yourself to look into his eyes while speaking and you hated yourself even more when you saw the relieved look in them. He looked so at ease and you let a soft smile make its way on your face. But you knew it wasn’t over by the glint in his eyes: he still wanted to know the reason you were avoiding him;

“So, are you going to tell me what I want to know or not?” Bruno asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I won’t get away, right?” You huffed out, slightly amused by the way he nodded, a small smirk covering his face. You explained your reasoning, as fast as you could, hoping that he wouldn’t understand and you could run to bed…and hope you don’t wake up. Ever;

Bruno’s smirk didn’t wipe off his face, more so, it became larger. The fact that you liked him back was a surprise and a big ego boost. It made his heart jump happily in his chest. In a swift motion, he took you by your waist and pressed your chest against his;

“If you liked me back, you could’ve just told me, tesoro. No need to ignore me, I knew I was yours since I laid my eyes on you.”

Leone Abbacchio

When Leone first saw you, something happened inside him. It was the indistinguishable impression he had when he met Bucciarati, but at the same time, it wasn’t. There was something about you…The way you always stood your ground, but still managed to be liked by everybody. He was envious. He wanted to be like you. To be this open to everybody;

He hated the fact that he couldn’t describe this feeling he had about you. He hated the fact that you were always so chatty and open. And he absolutely despised the way you looked at Giorno like he was the best man you have ever seen;

The fact that you were so close with that Giorno guy, laughing with him like you’ve known him since you two were babies summed up with you avoiding him and acting like you were petrified every time he appeared next to you made Abbacchio’s blood boil. His hatred towards the poor blonde increased to the point he broke one of the teacups’ handles. What did Giorno have and he didn’t? Why were you only ignoring him?

Eventually, the boys started to pick up Abbacchio’s signals that he threw unconsciously, and, when you weren’t there, they teased him. Except for Giorno, who kept his mouth shut in fear of not angering the man even more than he did with his simple existence. The man declined to have any feelings except tolerance for you, but he didn’t realize that his body language was betraying him: Jumping to protect you in missions, glaring at anyone who stared at you on the street, his body stiffening and his brows furrowing whenever he saw you next to Giorno, etc. He was whipped and everybody, except you, knew it;

“Oi, Abbacchio, how’s it going to Y/N? Still jealous of Giorno?” One day, you overheard Narancia’s voice from the living room. At first, you were confused. What did he mean by ‘Still jealous of Giorno?’. Why would be Abbacchio jealous of Giorno? And what did it have to do with you? You rarely spoke with Leone, being afraid to make him mad and he also intimidated you. His tall frame and cold demeanor or his deep voice…everything about him sent shivers down your spine and made you bite your lip. So, why would he even care about you?

You decided to sneak your nose into their conversation and pressed yourself onto the wall next to the door, listening. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll rip your hands off” Abbacchio answered and you held back a giggle. Why was he so defensive? “Come on, Abbacchio, don’t be like that! It’s okay to be in love!” Mista giggled and you heard the white-haired man slamming a glass, probably his wine one, onto the coffee table. At that, every other giggle in the room faltered and you could sense the tension raising;

“I swear to fucking God if you ever bring this up while they are home and they find out because of that I will personally smash each one of you against the wall and kill you! Now give me a fucking break!” He screamed and your heart stopped. You’ve never seen him so angry and it made you wonder why he didn’t want you to find out. Were you that bad or what was his reason? As you were about to leave, the door beside you was slammed into one of the walls inside the room and you flinched from the sudden sound, looking to your left slowly to see Abbacchio stopped in his tracks.

“Uhm…hi?” You whispered as his eyes traced your figure carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort or, actually, anything that could tell him if you heard his outburst. Judging by your surprised face, the way you flinched before, and the fact that your hands were slightly shaking, he figured you didn’t only hear his outburst, but much more;

“How much did you hear?” was his only question and you gulped. "Not much, I guess…“ You answered, at which he raised a brow, grabbing your wrist. Abbacchio didn’t say anything, stomping off while dragging you after him. You two arrived in his room and he pressed you against the now-locked door, one of his palms placed harshly against it. The other one grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, forcing you to look at him;

“I’ll ask again and now I want a sincere answer. How much did you hear?” the harshness from before remained and a shiver shot right down your spine at the look of…mixed emotions, you guessed, in his eyes;

“Didn’t know that you liked me so much, ragazzo. It was quite a surprise I can say. Kinda flattered, if you ask me.” you let out a laugh and he frowned.

“I have a question, why do you avoid me so much?” Leone said bluntly. He was relived that, maybe, you don’t hate him. But he still needed wanted to know why did you treat him like that until now;

“Wasn’t that clear? I like you! But I was afraid to not…annoy you so I kept my distance. I was probably wrong, but who cares. Now that I think about it, you always seem pretty bothered when I’m with Giorno.”

“You know what, I don’t give a fuck, I heard enough.”

Giorno Giovanna

You two met when Abbacchio introduced you as his sibling and you immediately caught his eye. Your hair, your eyes, your face, the way you spoke, the way you walked…Everything about you mesmerized him. You weren’t like Abbacchio, not even close, or maybe…you were? He only saw you mad once, and it was exactly as if he looked at Abbacchio. The same glare, the same tone, the same posture. The only thing different was the pitch of your voice;

You were a piece of art for him. Lovely, fragile, heartbreakingly beautiful. He wanted you only for him to keep, only for him to see, touch and treasure. In your eyes, he could see someone’s mystery and he wanted to discover all of it. So, when he saw that you, kind of, treated him as your brother did, he was more than heartbroken. Even if you were less aggressive than your brother, you still gave him the cold shoulder;

Giorno wanted you to be happy, so he didn’t cross your boundaries. All he could do was watch you from afar. Well, from as far as he could since you all lived in the same house. The blonde didn’t want to bother you, and for sure he didn’t want to bother your brother even more than he already was;

You, of course, noticed that he backed off the moment you first ignored him. Which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted. But, it was a normal reaction. Leone warned you about this guy, Giorno, but he didn’t seem equally as bad as he made him see. And, since a part of you loved annoying your brother, you started to quietly observe the blonde from afar, missing the fact that he was doing the same;

You were surprised that, instead of hating him as your brother did, you found yourself falling in love with him. Something about him made you. You couldn’t exactly tell what, though. Was it the power he had in his hands? Was it the way his face warmed up every time he saw you? Was it the way he protected you on every occasion, even if “the protection” was just putting his hand on the corner of the table so you wouldn’t hit your head?

At this point, you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t mess up or stutter next to him, not because your brother told you to. You tried your best to not do any of those things when you were near him and to put on your cold act to not blush at the few words he said, in the rare situations he spoke to you;

“Can we talk?” Giorno’s soft voice could be heard from your left side. You were on the roof alone, watching the sunset. You tried to clear your mind, planning on how to get closer to the boy standing next to you. You nodded, shyly making a place for him to sit;

“I don’t know how to start this, but here we go I guess...I'll be honest with you, I feel something for you. I could make a list with everything I love about you, but there wouldn’t be enough paper in the world for me to finish it. Or, one of us would die before I do. You are like a work of art- Wait. No, scratch that. You are a work of art. Every time I look at you, I’m at peace. I honestly don’t see anything wrong with you...Only the fact that...you are confusing me, Y/N. You are pretending to ignore me for days but blush at what I say. You are looking at me when you think I’m not watching and you are arguing with Abbacchio over me. I understand your brother may not like me and, if you don’t feel the same, it’s alright. Maybe I’m seeing things, but what I know for sure is that- Why are you crying?”

“I...I don’t know, to be honest” you let out a soft laugh through the small river of salty tears that were flowing slowly down your cheek. “Nobody talked like this about me in my entire life and I guess you really touched my heart. To be honest, while you were describing your feelings, you actually described mine too. I couldn’t care less about what Leone says. At first, I believed him, but over time I realized...I have fallen in love with you, Giorno Giovanna.”

"Well, this was easier than I thought it would be. I guess I really am a charmer, aren't I?" the blonde teased and you punched him in the arm, giggling. "Shut up";

"I promise I'll take good care of you. If I ever hurt you in any way, feel free to let Abbacchio kill me and I won't fight back."

A/N: Hihi, the boys being a softie for Y/N. Dunno why Giorno's part is so poetic, blame it on Cigarettes After Sex. Part two coming soon!

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loving-mista · 1 year

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asking them what would they do if you died (team bucciarati angst (?)) pt 1 of 2 (bruno abbachio fugo)

being in the passione death is almost always inevitable, but how would your partner react to you asking them such a question

an: part 2 with narancia mista and gio will be up soon!

Bruno Bucciarati

you both were just lying down in each other's arms on your shared bed after a mission; you were looking at the injuries you both sustained during it and it really made you think.

"Caro, I have a question"

"what is it amore" he sat up your worried tone caught his attention

he saw the way you began to fidget with your fingers, how you were trying to gather up the courage to ask your question

he rested a hand on your shoulder and gave you a kiss on your head giving you the reassurance you needed

"what would you do if one day, I don't make it back from a mission"

he froze. he had never thought about that

as much as he hated to admit it the idea of you not coming back to him crushed him more than words could describe

to say Bruno would be devastated was an understatement whatever emotion he'd feel after not seeing you again was far worse than that.

"Amore mia if I were to lose you, i'd lose the only thing that brings hope and light to my life"

the tears welling up in his eyes along with his response were enough to make you cry

after that bruno goes on almost every mission with you, your question also made him realize that you both need to spend more time together because you never know then it would be the last

leone abbachio

you both were just hanging out when you asked him

"leone, what would you do if i don't make it back from a mission one day"

the question stopped him in his tracks; he immediately thought back to his previous partner

he couldn't handle a loss like that again, just thinking about it broke his heart

he stayed quiet for a few long seconds, he was trying to find the words that could describe it

yet his mind still lingered with the thought of him never being able to see you again

"ah nevermind its a stupid-"

he cut you off, his arms around you his chest along your back

it caught you by surprise considering he isn't the type to show affection like that

he rested his head on your shoulder and whispered to you

"cara if i ever lose you, id lose myself you mean that much to me"

he was crying now you wouldnt see but you can tell because of how his voice was breaking

you spent the rest of the day in eachothers arms

since then abbachio has been more openly affectionate.

Pannacotta Fugo

you were both patrolling the streets when you asked him

"hey fugo, if i ever dont make it back from a mission what yould you do"

this question caught him off guard, fugos face went serious

he had stopped his his tracks

"i'd kill the bastardo who did it, for taking away one of the few people i care about, one who brings sunshine to my dark days; i love you far to much to lose you"

his response brought tears to your eyes

fugo meant every word of it, he loves you way to much to lose you you mean the world to him

you've taught him so much you even helped him with his anger issues

if he lost you he would never forgive himself for letting it happen

since then you notice that fugo has been trying to show his appreciation for you more often especially with affection

#jjba narancia #narancia x reader #fugo #fugo x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #team bucciarati #jjba x gn reader #goldenwind #vento aureo #jojonokimyounabouken #jojos #jojosbizarreadventures #jjba angst #jjba x reader angst #fugo headcanons #bruno headcanons #jojo abbacchio #leone abacchio

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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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𝔹𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕚 𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

canon x gn! reader, fluff, they/them pronouns used once.

Note: May or may have almost taken the whole day to do this… you can definitely tell which parts I half-assed.

Dates with Bruno often include the two of you cooking dinner together and late-night car rides.

Bruno tends to get quite cold in his sleep so he's usually cuddling into you with the blankets around him. It sucks if you get overheated easily in your sleep but otherwise worth it.

Will often take you to expensive restaurants and have a romantic dinner with you

He wants nothing more than the utmost respect for you. So if anyone dares to make an inappropriate remark toward you or what you are wearing, you can bet he’ll use Sticky Fingers is going to shut that bitch up real quick.

Doesn't usually engage in PDA since he's a Capo and doesn't want you being targeted even if you're already involved in Passione.

Enjoys going shopping with you and will occasionally even ask first.

He will constantly give you hugs throughout the day

He's a very good listener and gives very good advice. If something is troubling you he's always willing to lend you an ear.

Respects your choices. If you say you don’t want to do something because it’s out of your comfort zone he completely understands. He would never force you to do anything.

Also stands by the “your body your choice” saying. Unless it’s puts you health at risk.

Loves it when you play with his hair! He’ll even let you help him get ready in the morning.

Sticky Fingers enjoys hanging out with the two of you.

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Dates with Abbacchio often include criticizing “reality” tv and shitty rom-coms, staying up late and going on walks together, and visiting the corner store late at night.

Once you break his walls down and he gets more comfortable with you he turns out to be sort of a softie.

Doesn't initiate PDA due to being a member of Passione, similar to Bruno. Although it's also partially because he gets flustered easily.

If you play with his hair he’ll get really tense at first, not knowing what to do.

Moody Blues loves playing music for the two of you to set a sort of romantic feel and Abbacchio is thoroughly embarrassed.

Loves it when you call him by his first name.

Will only initiate physical affection in private, where you’re not likely to get interrupted.

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Dates with Mista often include movie night, hanging out at the park, and chilling at the mall.

Talks to the gang all about you! He rants to the gang about your dates, interests, and funny things you’ve said. While the other members sit there quietly sitting there uncomfortable.

If you don’t sleep in the same room you’ll always get a good morning and goodnight text and expects you to send one back.

He’s very clingy and affectionate. Loves to cuddle with you throughout the day!

Sex Pistols makes it feel like you have 7 very jealous boyfriends

If he takes off his hat and you start playing with his hair he is in love. Will occasionally take off his hat just for you to play with his hair.

Will lean up against you and flirt with you all day. If you’re shorter than him you his personal arm rest.

He would absolutely cuddle with you all day if given the chance.

Loves PDA.

You guys have sleepover movie nights at least once every week.

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Dates with Narancia often include going to arcades and theme parks. Although he'll often initiate a dance battle between the two of you just for funsies.

But is always down to play video games with some music on in the background.

Narancia is the type of person who only likes physical touch when it comes from people he deeply trusts. So him allowing someone to touch him is a sort of honor.

He enjoys the feeling of being wrapped up in your arms and the warmth that radiates from you.

Loves to cuddle in his sleep and can barely sleep when he’s on a mission without you.

Has definitely taught you the torture dance, I don't make the rules.

You two recite vines and other iconic memes at each other. Gets sad if you don't finish it.

If anything interesting happens on the internet you'll know about it I swear. He'll rant about all of the tea in fairly good detail, it’s fair to say that he doesn't remember it all but even then he's doing an amazing job.

Adores talking about you to the gang and Fugo wants to strangle him because of it.

Fugo’s just like, “I understand you love them but I swear to god Narancia I love you and all but I’m going to kill you.” in his head.

Even if you aren’t part of the gang or Passione he’ll tell you all about the mission he was just on once he returns home. Loves talking to you about missions since it seems to make you smile.

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Dates with Fugo often include bakin and reading to each other

Due to past experiences Fugo isn’t exactly the most comfortable with being touched. But give him time and be patient with him, he’ll appreciate it.

Even after he used to getting physical affection it’s still weird to him especially since he didn’t get much as a child.

Extremely cautious and try’s to not freaking out and end up accidentally hurting you.

Doesn’t usually initiate affection because he doesn’t want to time it incorrectly and he just doesn’t know how. At first it’s a good idea to ask if he’s okay with it then initiating affection.

He will politely ask to cuddle though if he isn’t feeling well or starting to get really upset about something

Your presence soothes him and he’s glad to be with you.

Loves it when you play with his hair while cuddling. It’s very intimate and just hits different.

Gradually begins to open up more as the relationship progresses.

Never allows you near his stand.

Fugo prefers to hold hands when walking around town. It sort of grounds him.

Remembers the little things you say and makes sure to remember them. He cares about you and his best way of showing that is listening to you speak.

He’ll definitely do research on your interests so he can feel more involved.

Narancia is jealous that you don’t get stabbed in the face with a fork by Fugo when you get something wrong.

Enjoys cuddling with you as you take turns reading to each other. In one of those window seats basking in the midday sun with an appropriate amount of water to prevent dehydration and some baked goods you made together.

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Dates with Giorno often include late-night and casual cafe dates.

Will inform the worker at the restaurant that you asked for no pickles if you’re too scared. Or whatever food item you dislike.

Uses Golden Experience to make you flowers.

Imagine cuddling up together and showing each other frogs and other cute animals! He’d be so glad to have someone to talk about frogs with and you'd also get to rant about your favorite animals.

He loves to hear your voice, especially when you're talking passionately about your likes and dislikes.

He’s very attentive and notices when something is off. If you start getting uncomfortable in public he’ll notice and quickly get you away from the issue and ask what he can do to prevent a situation like that from happening again.

If neither of you can sleep he’ll take you on a midnight stroll and take you to see some pretty sites that aren't too far away from the house.

Loves it when you play with or help him style his hair.

The feeling of your fingertips running through his hair is such a delight. Will melt if you wake him up like this.

Will be unbelievably grateful if you braid his hair for him.

Prefers cuddling in his bed.

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Dates with Trish often include movie nights, late-night fast food runs, shopping trips, and doing each other's makeup.

No matter what your gender is she'll give you the best makeover you've ever seen if given permission.

Will 100% do your nails to match hers.

Has definitely asked to do the “s/o does my make up” TikTok challenge.

Generally asks if you want to do TikTok trends together and respects your opinions if you say no.

Loves to cuddle in her room while love songs play in the background.

Loves watching romance movies with you.

Y'all have a movie night every week unless missions interfere with plans.

If you didn't do self-care before, you sure as hell do now. She’ll take you for spa dates and make sure when the both of you wake up you both take care of your skin.

It’s a bonding thing.

If you have long hair she loves to play with it and do cute styles with it. But if you don't have long hair she still likes to play with it but is sad she can't style it.

Spice Girl will fight with Trish over your affection.

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#jjba x gn reader #bucci gang #Jojo’s bizarre adventure x gn reader #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno x reader #abbachio x reader #leone abbachio x reader #pannacotta fugo x reader #fugo x reader #narancia x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna #headcanons #fluff #dating headcanons #writing

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strawberrysurecake · 2 years

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

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

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

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

Jealous Tsundere Bucci Gang + Trish Headcanons

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

Giorno

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucciarati

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

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

It doesn't bother him

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

It does bother him

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

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

"I wasn't jealous!"

Mista

He has been feeling suspiciously energised, lately

On top of that, the Pistols have been eerily quiet

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

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

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

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

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

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

The entire situation exasperates him

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

Narancia

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

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

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

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

He swears they're trying to fuck with him

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

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

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

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

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

Abbacchio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fugo

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

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

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

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

He can only see red, feel red and be red

Luckily for him, your companion has left

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

Trish

There are five stages of jealousy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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komoreibi · 2 years

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first dates with bucciarati, narancia, and fugo (gn!reader)

bruno bucciarati

you expected this but...

bucciarati is a gentleman so ofc he’s gonna bring you on the perfect date

he picks you up at a good time,

opens the car door for you,

and drives you to a fancy high class restaurant in his car.

(btw his car smells so good it smells like new car but also like him and his perfume i bet he uses something expensive idrk perfume)

hes so gentlemanly im in love

so this restaurant.

there’s a live band playing some background music,

there’s a nice candlelit table for you two to sit at,

the waiters are so professional and attentive,

bucciarati also ordered a super expensive red wine to share between the two of you

the vibe is seriously just lovely.

ALSO HE GIFTS YOU A RED ROSE AAAA

bucciarati is literally just filling all the cliche gentleman things ok

idrk what else to say, it’s just a wonderful date and when you’re not eating, the two of you are chatting and staring into each others eyes without a care in the world

ya know, chin resting on palm kinda shit

you forget you’re at a fancy restaurant because you just keep wanting to get to know more about this guy!

anyways, the restaurant eventually has to close so the two of you drive back

i also hc bucci has a really high tolerance so he can drive fine with this amount of wine

and he walks you back to the front door of your apartment.

but right before he goes, he takes your hand in his, lifting it and placing a little kiss to your knuckle.

“buona notte e sogni d’oro, amore mio.”

good night and sweet dreams, my love

narancia ghirga

narancia almost couldn’t sleep last night while thinking about your date today!

definitely asked the other guys for date advice (not that they’re much more experienced than him)

he shows up to your house (a little late) with a small bouquet of flowers he picked up on the way and a blush on his cheeks.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d like these but i got it anyways! they reminded me of you!”

he’s so sweet ugh

the actual date tho, it’s very narancia!!

he brings you to a local night market and takes you to try out every other piece of food his eyes land on!

“oo, look at that cannoli! lets get some!”

“y/n, look! that ice cream is so tall, should we share one?”

“ahh the pizza smells so good, let’s get a slice!”

narancia also pulls you everywhere by the hand, and he’s got this huge smile on his face so even if you’re getting a little dizzy and lost in the market with how fast he’s going, it’s all worth it because his smile is there to reassure you it’ll be fine!

by the end of the night, your hearts and your tummies are full <3

(as suggested by bucciarati), narancia offers to walk you back home.

the walk home is slow, partly because your tummies are too full, and partly because you just don’t want this night to end.

but eventually, you make it to your front door and he pauses awkwardly, shifting around on his feet.

it’s quite clear he has something on his mind, so you ask him.

“o-oh uh… it’s nothing really…”

but if his constant glancing at your lips on the way back was anything to go by, you knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

so you lean forward and quickly peck his cheek.

the both of you have red cheeks as you quickly enter your house and wave good night.

narancia is standing there stunned!

did you just…?

he can’t help but run down the street shouting in happiness while you watch him from the window with a bashful smile.

minutes later you receive a text saying, “we have to do this again real soon!”

pannacotta fugo

museum date museum date

cmon the man’s an Intellectual ofc he would suggest someplace like a museum!

you two meet at the museum entrance and he is firstly

Stunned

by how wonderful you look today.

he almost forgets to speak

but anyways the date is really calm, you two go on a weekday to avoid the crowd, so you can really take your time looking at the exhibits.

fugo explains some of the things to you, pointing out small details and facts that he researched the night before

(yes he did research for this date)

and everything is going fine until some rowdy group of students his age (clearly escaping their class field trip or something) are causing trouble.

fugo takes it upon himself to ask them to not be a nuisance but they don’t really care (plus he’s wearing his normal clothes rather than his gang attire ya know?)

and unfortunately he explodes and gets into a fight

long story short, he felt horrible for causing a ruckus, almost damaging an exhibit, and worst of all, ruining your first date with him.

so while you’re left speechless and staring, he quickly turns away and walks away, planning to probably never to speak to you again.

but... you walk over and grab his hand.

it’s the first time you’ve held hands today.

fugo flinches and almost pulls away but he’s trying his absolute hardest right now to not do that because...

“why are you still trying to talk to me? after all that you just saw?”

and you reply, “i don’t know how to say it... but i thought that was kind of cool. and i know it’s not as if you’re always like that. i wouldn’t agree to go on a date if i despised that side of you, you know?”

fugo is kinda shocked honestly, he never expected to hear that.

but he squeezes your hands lightly and nods.

“thank you, it means a lot. i promise to bring you on a better date next time! somewhere quieter where we won’t be interrupted.”

who knows where he brings you next?

maybe a picnic, or maybe a stay at home date?

doesn’t matter all that much, because it definitely lived up to his promise.

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qaevze · 1 year

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♡bucci coochi.its really vanilla sorry

♡cw: uh afab chr, vv soft dom gn reader, really sappy romantic bullshit, lot of dirty talk &baby calling oops, fingering, cunniligus, vaginal pen., a lot of praise, domesticity

♡a/n: uhh some context u have been asked 2 plan an evening romancing yr babygirl after mentioning offhandedly tht u like being sweet 2 him. i guess. dude whatever i don’t even care. imagine i write a fluffy prologue 2 this

♡a/n again: no one asked for this. no one was going to ask for this. why do i have such a passion for this gay little murderer my unshakeable brain worm. if literally like 2 people like tjis it will b a miracle

“just take me to bed.”

you’re only a little surprised that the flowers and the candles and the wine haven’t phased him at all. you have half a mind to tease him for it, tell him he’s being desperate when you’ve planned such a nice evening for him. but he’s been impatient all night, as much as he’s tried to be subtle. you’ve seen it in how his eyes darted between your chest and your hands as you ate, how he tried to remain as still as possible while squeezing his thighs together under the table, how his fists clenched and unclenched the entire car ride home.

you scoop him up, a smile tugging at your lips as you hold him close and climb the stairs. your final attempt at romance is revealed when you open the bedroom door. bruno sighs appreciatively at the sight— flower petals scattered over clean, silky sheets, lit only by the dim rosy light of the lamps in the corners. you’re sure his love for cliché hasn’t faded— this night was his idea, after all.

but you don’t lose his rapt attention for long, not when you’re laying him down so gently and leaning in to claim his lips with yours. he reaches out for you, like he always does, lacing his fingers behind your head to pull you down, arching up into you when you slot a leg between his.

his quiet sighs and whispers of your name continue as you trail kisses down his neck, unbuttoning his jacket and sliding your hands up his sides. he squirms his way out of the jacket, shucking his pants off and tossing them both out of sight and out of mind.

you’d noticed the cut of his bralette had changed through the cutout of his top, but the sight of bruno underneath you in a new two-piece set he must have gotten specially for tonight—

“you’re staring,” he informs you. “do you like it? it’s all for you.”

you find yourself momentarily speechless, taking in smooth hips, slender legs, black lace and the steady hands that tug it over the curve of his shoulders, exposing his collar to your kisses. “jesus fuck, baby.”

he laughs, soft and airy and beautiful. “always so eloquent,” he teases. “hurry and get this off of me, i can’t wait anymore.”

you pull together the scraps of your composure from the mess he’s so easily made of you and sink your teeth into the soft brown skin of his shoulder. bruno gasps and arches harder against you, grinding down on the thigh you’ve wedged between his legs. you hastily strip off your own clothes, and when you move your leg back between his, you can feel the smooth glide from how wet he’s gotten through the lacy underwear.

“so needy,” you comment, sliding your hand between his spread thighs to drag a finger up his cunt, feeling the wetness there. you bring it to your lips and moan at the taste of him. he tastes sweeter than usual, and you find yourself wondering if he’s done something on purpose just for you. you imagine it: sweet fruit juice rolling over his plush lips with every bite, his face flushing with excitement, thinking about your tongue on his pussy out at lunch with his coworkers, feeling dirty and desperate and so good for you….

your fantasies recede as bruno’s whines bring you back to the present. “i’ve been waiting,” he whispers urgently. “i’ve waited, i’ve been so good. please touch me, baby, i want you so bad.”

you’re struggling to contain yourself as you peel the panties off of him and slide a finger down his folds. you press the pads of your index and middle finger to his hole, watching how he opens for you when you spread him apart.

you blow gently on his swollen clit and he cries out. “please, don’t tease my cunt!” he wails. “i need you inside, i need you to make me cum. please hurry, baby, i can’t take it anymore—!”

you cover his trembling lips with yours, sinking your fingers in down to the knuckles. bruno moans into your mouth, loud and relieved. “thank you, thank you,” he mumbles between your kisses, already a broken record. “thank you, i love you, thank you so much..”

“i love you,” you reply, finally coming back to your senses. the bites on his chest are beginning to bruise, and you lean in to press kisses around the purple rings. “so beautiful f’me, so perfect and sweet. got all pretty and ready for me, so pretty, baby.” the praises roll from your lips, thick and sweet like honey, and he soaks it in, tossing his head back and offering himself up to your mercy.

tugging the bralette down his chest, you lick stripes over the tender skin there, grazing his nipples with your teeth. “taste s’good, all for me baby, so sweet and wet and desperate. you work so hard, poor thing, just need someone to take care of you, huh?” you punctuate the question by slipping your free hand down to rub at his neglected clit.

he gasps, frantic eyes meeting yours. his legs kick out wildly while his hands search for something to hold onto, something to ground him in this pleasure. they find your shoulders, and he clings to you tightly, raking short nails over your straining muscles. his expression grows desperate, and you realize he’s looking for permission.

“it’s okay, amore, let go for me.”

bruno throbs once, twice around your fingers before a sob rips out of his throat and he comes crashing down, coating your hand down to the wrist with slick, thrashing and crying out in your loving arms as you take him apart, just how he likes it.

when he’s relaxed enough, you slip your two fingers out of him, bringing them to your lips. you swirl your tongue around the digits, savoring the way he tastes, committing it to memory. instinctively, you move your head back between his thighs, searching for more of him.

bruno lets out a choked gasp when you touch him again, tongue diving back in to clean him up. “gentle,” he manages to get out, nerves set on fire by your eager ministrations. the overstimulation makes him whine, but you keep at it hungrily, even after your jaw starts aching, until his wanton moaning starts up again and he cants his hips back against your face.

you pause to catch your breath and cast your gaze up bruno’s trembling figure. his dark eyes are blown with lust, staring back at you adoringly as if he were trying to egg you on but unwilling to ask for any more favors from you. you’re pleasantly surprised when he proves you wrong.

“don’t stop now,” he urges quietly. “don’t stop, baby, i want you now.” he rambles on as you fumble around on the nightstand for lube, hastily uncapping the tube and smearing it over your hands. he watches you hungrily, moaning softly as you slick yourself up. “i wish you were inside me,” he confesses between sighs. “please make love to me, make me yours.”

slinging his legs over your hips, you line yourself up to his entrance and meet his gaze. “you’re all mine, amore,” you whisper, a secret for only him, only here, only now. as if any other time could matter.

an adoring smile dances across bruno’s lips as he lets your words wash over him, knees shamelessly dropping open to offer himself better to you. you watch how his face contracts beautifully as you push inside him, eyebrows knitted together and eyelids fluttering. he clings to you, panting softly against your shoulder while he adjusts to the feeling of you filling him.

you let him rest after you bottom out, contemplating. he’s always been a sweet lover, so willing to put your needs before his own, so ready to be claimed and used. though his stamina can go a long way, you worry that the overstimulation might be making him uncomfortable on a night meant to be all for his comfort. then again… while you have him wet and throbbing and needy underneath you… when he hasn’t suggested any discomfort yet…

it’s hard not to want to stuff his pussy until he aches.

“move, please, i want you to move,” comes the soft request against your neck. you draw back to take him in; bangs messily brushed aside and dark hair fanned out like a halo behind his shining face, chest heaving and lacy bralette halfway off, trembling legs splayed around your body.

you decide you want to kiss him at the same time he decides he wants to be kissed, hands looping around your neck to pull you down as you thrust back into him.

he cries out into the kiss when you grind your pelvis against his clit, picking up the pace until the room is filled with the sound of skin on skin. “i love you, i love you, i love you,” he chants like a prayer, and you want to drown yourself in him, in his choked sobs and shaking hands and sweet, chaste kisses, like he’s still embarrassed even when you’re so deep inside of him.

“my strong, beautiful, brilliant man,” you praise, brushing stray strands of hair out of his face. “so determined, so tirelessly working, so good, baby.” though he’s too out of it to respond, you can tell he’s hanging on to every word, so you ramble on. “i’ll take care of you, give you all my love. fill you up and make you mine whenever you want it. make you scream for me so everyone can hear, so everyone knows who loves you.”

you move a hand to rub at his clit, and glossy tears start to slide over his cheeks. “who loves you, amore?”

“you do, you do!” he moans out, and you’re surprised he can still respond, but you double down, slamming your hips into him and rubbing at his clit hard. “that’s right. me.”

your words set him off better than your body.

honey rolls over the spoon, thick and sweet like your praises, golden like the morning sunlight that peeks through crooked blinds. he’s up early as usual, coffee in hand as he drizzles the toast in front of him with the sweet liquid, spreading it on thick.

bruno jumps a little when you come up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. “good morning,” he greets you softly, breaking the peaceful silence in the kitchen.

he turns to face you for a quick kiss before returning to his breakfast preparations, slicing ripe pears and apples. from over his shoulder, you study his concentrated expression. you find yourself idly tracing a suspiciously bite-shaped bruise on his neck, and he shudders, sending you a look of mock annoyance. “would you mind setting the table, love?”

“surely,” you mumble into his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the juncture between neck and collarbones. “good morning, sweet thing.”

#nooooooo #me after saying i don’t only write afab charas #sorry anon i’ll get u some dick sometime soon #i hate myself i hate tagging #jj🏷️#dom!reader #dom reader #gn!reader #gn reader #x reader #sub bruno #top reader #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati x reader #sub jjba #mine

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naoko-world · 1 year

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One day I felt VERY bad and had suicidal thought. So I wrote my thoughts...Intended to have it with Mirabel but finally Bruno seemed more fitting for it. But I didn't wanted to have Bruno killing himself...So I decided to make it a Bruno x reader and make a good ending. Then, I thought it was perfect for day 27!

I don't think I'll ever do that again though, I don't read them because any suicidal topic is triggering for me and this time I just needed to vent my feelings. And any new fic about these feelings would just be an unnecessary repeat. And I prefer writing stories without this kind of topic, this time was really exceptional.

Don't forget me @encantober-official

Encantober day 27: Comfort (suicidal thoughts + suicidal attempt)

Bruno was crying with hot tears. Again, his gift had made his mother apologize to another person, because Bruno was once again overwhelmed by his emotions and gave another bad vision. He should have known better, like Pepa who found a way to avoid making it rain.

He was on the edge of a window in the second floor, his palms on the windowsill, looking at the outside. His perfect sister Julieta was near a stand of food, using his power to heal a man covered in bruises. Behind him was another man with cacti all over him Bruno was often seeing. His teary eyes grew bigger seeing who was further in the queue, making him want to hide. He couldn't let you see him like that, not now. He didn't want you to ask what was the problem, to make you say meaningless things to him as if you meant them. He knew it would only serve as making him feel better, some sugarcoat lies because it was the right thing to do.

You smiled at him, making him blush before turning away, embarrassed. You were so pretty and perfect and he was ugly and flawed! You would never want to be with him. Not that it would be in your best interest either, you would be unhappy with him. You deserved someone awesome, not a complete jerk often hurting people.

He stared far away, watching the world turn without him, thinking how everything was peaceful when he wasn't doing anything. It tells a lot.

Bruno finally tried climbing on the windowsill, realising doing so he was agile enough to actually be able to sit on it. Watching to be certain nobody was seeing him do so, he was about to jump when two arms on his sides prevented him from falling, like he intended.

He glanced behind him to see you taking him in his arms, pulling him from his death. You shushed him with some words like "it's okay" or "you can stay in my arms until you feel better".

He nodded, crying once again in your comforting arms, his heart pounding because of fear, but also because of the love he had for you. His arms mechanically circled you, hoping to enjoy your hug as much as possible.

The both of you stayed in that position not saying much, no words shared besides the warmth of each other's touch. It felt so good! You were proving again how perfect you were.

He finally said in a whisper "I love you", which he immediately regretted. You'd probably laugh at him and call him a creep.

Instead however, you replied "I love you too. For a long time."

#encantober #encanto #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x gn!reader #comfort #encanto ficlet #encanto drabble #encanto fanfic #my writing #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicidal attempt #cw suicidal thoughts #cw suicidal attempts

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thestressedskittles · 2 years

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Patience Is Key (Fugo x Reader, Fluff)

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

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

Word Count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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babeyloser · 2 years

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Pressed

Bruno takes both of your holes. Some informal, gross horny thots. Reader has a pussy. Content warnings for dub/noncon, overstimulation, and anal to vaginal.

Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI; I will block you.

Bruno gives your ass minimal preparation. It’s just enough to squeeze his dick in without tearing you too much.

He didn’t give you a chance to douche; it doesn’t bother him, and your comfort is irrelevant.

His cock feels foreign and wrong inside you at first press; he gives you no time to adjust before he sets a brutal pace.

It takes you a while to warm up.

His grip is a little too tight on your hips. You’re stretched a bit too wide. He's a little too deep. It's overwhelming and wonderful

Soon you’re dripping wet and gripping around nothing. Sticky strands of slick join your thighs together.

Your clit throbs with need. You beg Bruno for stimulation. The only relief he offers is the clapping of his heavy sac against your cunt.

Bruno swats your hand away when you attempt to pleasure yourself.

Why do you need more? If you can’t come from his cock in your ass, then you don’t deserve to come at all. It’s an honor to let him use you.

Maybe if do you cum like this he’ll be nice and touch your needy pussy.

The kiss of his balls against your clit is just barely enough to make you cum. It’s an unsatisfying orgasm for you, but Bruno loves the way it makes your guts clench tighter around him.

Bruno decides to be nice.

He unsheathes his cock from your ass and sticks it into the other hole without even considering to wipe it off.

You panic and squirm away. He sets a foot on your head and rapes his cock back into your sloppy cunt.

It’s fucking filthy, but you can’t help but moan in relief. His thrusts are heavenly, deep and powerful. He grunts in exertion above you.

The fear of mess gnaws at back of your skull; it verges on excitement.

You whine for him to stop and say that it’s dirty. He sees right through you.

“You’ve earned this. Take it and be grateful.”

Bruno starts rubbing your clit and fucks you through your orgasm. You wail into the mattress.

Bruno continues his inhuman pace; the tender rub of his fingers on your clit becomes tortuous. The sheets chafe against your knees and cheek. Your back aches; you tremble and begin to sob.

Too much too much too much

It fucking hurts. You flail your arms and try to buck him off. He takes his foot off your head and yanks both of your arms behind your back. Your shoulders scream in pain.

He laughs and says, “Oh, you don't get to take back all of that begging now.”

This has been about him from the start. How could you forget?

Bruno cums against your abused cervix with a shout. He pushes your slack body over, so you land onto the cold side of the bed.

Bruno reclines with both hands behind his head and a sadistic smile on his face.

You’re exhausted yet satisfied. Cum dribbles out of your ruined hole. For now you’re at peace, panting and drooling.

Savor those breaths. He’s taking your throat in the next round. You have a feeling he won’t be nice.

#babey writes #not sfw #minors dni #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati #bruno buccellati x reader #jjba x reader #abuse cw #overstim cw #dead dove do not eat #jjba smut #gn reader

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Bellyache

How would he take care of his s/o when they have a really bad stomachache?

Featuring: Bruno Bucciarati

GN reader

Wordcount: 1k

A/N: I've been having really bad stomachaches for the past three days T-T. And the thought of Bruno taking care of me is making me feel better :(. Anyways, hope you will enjoy this!

You squirmed in your bed, groaning in pain while holding tightly onto your belly. At this point, you wanted to cry out in pain. It became unbearable.

You had no idea what caused your stomach pain, but you knew that you wanted it to stop. And you wanted it to stop faster. You tried everything. Everything. Pills, heating pads, diet, weird yoga positions, drinking lots of water, but nothing worked. The only time you felt at ease as if your insides weren't ripped out, healed, then ripped out again, was when you would lay on your stomach, with your pillow pressing on it.

On the first day, you thought it was just you being hungry since you didn't eat properly the past week, the work stressing both you and Bruno out. But, as days passed, the pain got worse and worse. You didn't announce your boyfriend about it, not wanting to worry him out, but maybe it was the time to. Bucciarati always found a solution to everything, but you thought it was selfish to distract him from his work as capo only cause you were sick. You weren't a five-year-old anymore and he wasn't your mom.

As you shifted around in your bed, groaning again, you heard a few knocks on the door. "Come in," you said and buried your face into the pillow, soon feeling a soft hand caressing your back. "Amore, is everything okay? I heard you groaning and moaning in pain and I got worried." your boyfriend asked and you turned to him, another pained sound leaving past your lips.

"My stomach hurts really bad. And I tried everything, but it doesn't stop! And I also feel like I'm going to throw up, but nothing come out. Please, make it stop." you cried out to him, holding onto his arm. Bruno sighed, softly chewing on his lip. He knew you, you probably already tried everything, so he didn't start making "suggestions". He knew you've been exposed to all kinds of pain since your work didn't leave you much of a choice and that your pain tolerance was a medium one so it must mean it really hurt. Not that he didn't believe you, he just tried to imagine it.

"Well, the only solution left is to go to a doctor. And since you feel this bad, I'll call someone to come here. What position feels the best?" Bucciarati stated, softly petting your hair in a comforting manner and you left out a small giggle at his last question. You knew he didn't mean it that way right now, but still. "Oh, come on now. What are you, a horny teenager? What's there to be laughing about?" the capo rolled his eyes and you giggled again. Your mood slightly increased since he came, even if the pain didn't decrease. He took your mind away from it.

"I'll go call someone and maybe make you a cup of tea." Your lover said but you quickly denied it. You couldn't eat or drink anything, except water. It was like your body denied being fed. You quickly explained to Bruno why exactly you couldn't drink tea and he nodded, an even more worried look plastered on his face. He quickly left and called someone, telling them to come as fast as possible. At first, he thought about calling Giorno, but he wasn't in town.

"Bruno" you called out, holding onto your tummy. "I think I'm going to throw up." You affirmed and ran to the bathroom before he could reach you. As soon as he got next to you, he quickly held your head and your frame. "It's okay, caro, it's fine. I'm here. Don't force yourself." your boyfriend whispered, holding you as you attempted to catch your breath. Finally, after several minutes of struggling, you managed to stop throwing up.

"Come on, rinse your mouth. But don't swallow." Bruno guided you to the sink, still holding on to you. "The doctors will arrive in a few minutes. Do you feel better?". You nodded, the pain decreased a little after this, but it was still strong. You felt relieved that it got better, and took a deep breath. You headed to the bedroom after rinsing your mouth, laying down, and hugging a pillow.

Soon, a doctor and two nurses came in, one carrying the medical bags and the other having the stand for the pain-reliever vial. You sighed relieved at the sight of them and your boyfriend. He gave you a warm smile and went to your side. "Y/N, she is doctor Ricci and they are the nurses, mr. Russo and mrs. Marino. They are the best in town."

You smiled at them and nodded in respect. "What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?" Miss Ricci asks while mr. Russo was taking out the vial, and attaching it to the stand. His co-worker, Marino prepared your arm for the perfusion.

You explained to the sweet doctor next to you your situation and what have you eaten these days and she hummed in approval. The woman started to slightly push parts of your belly, asking you questions about the pain scale. You winced almost every time and she hummed again. "I'm not totally sure, but it seems like a common case of gastritis. I'll have to go with you for the ultrasound at my clinic, but for now, rest a little. The perfusion should relieve your pain in several minutes."

Bruno caressed your hand, placing a soft kiss on it, and, as the doctor said, after minutes your pain started to slowly disappear. You felt your eyes heavy and, with Bruno's voice being the last thing you heard, you drifted off to sleep.

"They'll be fine, right?" Bucciarati asked, concerned and his friend nodded. "Yeah, don't worry. They will have to go on a strict diet and medication, but it will be fine."

"Thank God. I'll call you when they wake up and we leave to your clinic." He said and thanked his friend again. The woman just brushed it off, gathered her things, and left with her co-workers.

"My, my, amore, why didn't you tell me sooner? Why do you like to suffer alone?" He talked to himself while playing with your fingers as he listened to your soft breathing. "I promise I'll make more time for you..."

#jjba x reader #jjba x you #jojo x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #bruno #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucellati x reader #bruno buccerati #bruno buccellati #bruno part 5 #bruno jjba #vento aureo #reader #gn reader

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crossroadsserpent · 2 years

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Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader.

(Reader is an adult.)

Summary: Reader and Bruno are spending the day by the river, the reader leaning up against a tree with Bruno's head on their lap playing with his hair absent mindedly.

Warnings: fluff, mild cussing, kissing.

♡~♡~♡~

Bruno let out a content sigh as you ran your fingers through his hair while you hummed one of your favorite songs. The sounds of the birds singing coupled with the gentle breeze blowing through the trees and the soft babbling of the river nearly made you fall asleep. This is where you and your partner Bruno spent your time almost every day, talking, reading, and writing songs. You knew Bruno liked to be as far away from Encanto as possible since the villagers were still very much less than kind to him, something you always hated was how quickly the villagers were to mistreat people they didn't understand. Of course a lot of that mistreatment landed on you when you decided you were going to befriend Bruno, not that you minded of course, you'd gladly trade a village of fair weather friends for Bruno any day, he was a better friend to you than anyone you'd ever met before.

Now here you two were, a couple spending time together away from the stresses of the village, enjoying each other's company, you playing with his hair as you hummed, absolutely content with life. You didn't have to worry about work or stress over the future, no, all you had to do was live in the moment, enjoy the feeling of being free.

"Y/N, mi mundo, you're going to put me to sleep if you keep doing that." He let out a soft chuckle that transitioned into a yawn. "Doing what, mi caballero?" You glanced down, eyes scanning his profile.

"Playing with my hair, you're going to put me to sleep. Normally I wouldn't mind but you'd have to carry me back to Casita." He sits up slowly, stretching as he does.

"I could carry you back to Casita.... are you saying I'm weak?" You teased, nudging him playfully. "No! Absolutely not! I just don't think you should do something that I should be doing for you." He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, lingering for a moment before moving over to the ege of the river. "Come on, mi amor!" He called out to you.

"It's broad daylight, Bruno! someone might see!" You called back making him chuckle softly "that's not what I had in mind, just come sit with me."

You let out a fake groan as you got up from your spot in the shade and going over to sit beside him, putting your feet in the water just like he did.

"Better?" He asked with a smile. You nodded, pecking his lips "Yeah"

#bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #encanto #x gn reader #reader #short

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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request D,G and L with Johnathan Joestar, And Bruno bucciarati? Thank you!

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

Gn! Reader, Fluff

Includes: Jonathan Joestar and Bruno Bucciarati

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to get married and raise a child, adopted or not, alongside you. Jonathan believes that you would make an amazing parent but is always willing to wait until you are ready.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's extremely grateful that you've stuck with him for so long, especially with the bizarre events of being alongside a Joestar.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Jonathan would confess on a sunny day with a cool breeze and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. His slightly nervous smile as he confessed his feelings was quite a sight to remember. Everything, even the way that his face lit up as you accepted his confession with a bright smile, made it a day to remember.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Bruno would rather take things slow, so he doesn't have too many plans for the relationship in the near future.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful to his s/o. It takes a lot to be romantically involved with a prominent figure in Italy’s most infamous crime syndicate. Not to mention the fact that you bring a sense of normality into his life.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

When Bruno confessed that it was likely at one of your favorite restaurants during a casual outing, He had finally decided to confess his feelings to you and prepared himself for the worst. Bruno expressed his feelings while not showing his nervousness, and when he saw your face light up and accept, he couldn't help but visibly relax. Words truly could not express the joy he felt that day.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

#jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #jonathan joestar #bruno bucciarati #jjba fluff #fluff alphabet #headcanons #x gn reader #request #writing

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strawberrysurecake · 2 years

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

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

Bucci Gang + Trish with S/O Who Has Somniphobia

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

Tags: G/N!reader, fluff

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

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

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

❁ - - Giorno Giovanna - - ❁

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❁ - - Bruno Bucciarati - - ❁

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❁ - - Guido Mista - - ❁

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

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

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

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

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

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

❁ - - Narancia Ghirga - - ❁

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

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

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

"You went to the shops without me!?"

You could have at least bought him some orange juice

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

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

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

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

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

❁ - - Leone Abbacchio - - ❁

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

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

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

If you mention this habit, he'll deny it

❁ - - Pannacotta Fugo - - ❁

"How come you're still awake?"

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

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

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

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

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

The way he scoops you into his arms is tender

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

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

❁ - - Trish Una - - ❁

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

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

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

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

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

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

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