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kimbap-r0ll · 8 months

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Can I request some head-cannons for the Bucci Gang (jjba) with a female reader who’s like Kanao from Kny? Where she can’t make choices for herself and represses her emotions as a old defense mechanism due to past trauma/abuse she endured?

Sorry that this sounds weird 😭

Ah, my first jjba ask (I was rewatching part 3 recently haha), thank you! It doesn't sound weird at all, no worries ^^.

Bucci Gang x kanao!reader

Giorno

If you're part of the team, you two probably joined at around the same time. Probably the easiest person to befriend outside of Bruno, Giorno's definitely more of one the chill side of the group

He won't push you to show emotions and while he may not fully understand your childhood trauma, he's had his own bad experiences that might help him see where you're coming from

When he starts realizing he likes you, he probably won't say it upfront and instead opt to show them in small gestures like giving you flowers from time to time. It's really wholesome haha

It'll be like baby-steps for the two of you. Like mentioned before, he won't push you to show emotions but he will definitely encourage you to make decisions by yourself. You two might start out with small decisions like what gelato to get without using your usual coin toss. It might take some time, but he'd rather let you get comfortable with expressing yourself than forcing you to

I think outside of those things though, Giorno would admire you for your resolve. Thinking about Kanao's personality, I feel like you would have a lot of resilience especially in combat. Overall though, he's extremely patient with your tendency to not show emotions, and he hopes that you'll find yourself breaking free from your past by being with your newfound family

Bruno

Very similar to Giorno except he's a bit more outgoing. Probably the one that you get close to first along with Giorno, and he's also the one that you might go to when you ever feel like you need some comfort

Also someone who won't push you to show emotions. He's good at reading people, so he didn't ask a lot about your tendency to not speak up or make decisions by yourself. He's happy to help you decide, but he also tries to get you to make decisions yourself through slow steps.

Definitely a little protective of you, though only Abbacchio will likely notice this haha. He's sort of like the mom of the group and so while he understands you have the full potential to protect yourself in a fight he also just doesn't like seeing you get hurt.

I feel like his love language is quality time and he likes to listen to others. When you feel comfortable talking to him more often, he'll definitely listen to you with undivided attention. He's just super caring 1000/10 like even if you don't think you need something if he sees you eyeing it the item will appear at your door the next day haha

Overall he'll make you feel at home. He doesn't want to ask about your past in the case that it makes you uncomfortable, but he wants to help you overcome your tendency to suppress emotions and not make decisions by yourself. Though it may take time, he's patient.

Abbacchio

I feel like he would be annoyed with you at first but at the same time not, like he thinks to himself "at least you won't be as loud as Narancia and Mista are." He won't put you through a "test" when you first join like he did to Giorno, but he won't give you a nice introduction either. He'll just stare at you for a bit before going back to his own business

Super emotionally constipated but will be nice to you. He'll be in denial that he likes you for a long time before suddenly it clicks one day. He won't have the courage to tell you upfront, but he'll definitely try to drop hints (it doesn't translate very well though so you might've heard he likes you from another teammate haha)

When he finds out about you inability to decide, he'll be a little more blunt about asking why that's the case and might be a little harsh with how you need to start making decisions yourself. He's patient and won't push you to talk about your past, but he also wants to help you out. Might ask Bruno for help. The same thing goes with your inability to express emotions. While he doesn't mind overall, he also wants you to feel free to express yourself. How he goes about helping you might start out with you two talking, and while he doesn't like to talk that much, if it helps you ease up a little he'll have no problem

I feel like he would be super protective of you too, though it's not as subtle as he wants it to be. He says he doesn't like pda and then when he thinks strangers are staring at you he'll put an arm around your shoulders for example.

I think he understands how painful it is to think about the past that he really doesn't want you to think too much about those experiences. Outside of that however, I feel like he would enjoy doing quieter activities with you like listening to music together. It's also a way for him to see if you express any emotions depending on the songs you two listen, you might catch him staring at you haha

Fugo

He wouldn’t have been super annoyed at you first because of how he likes quiet from time to time, but he did find your indecisiveness a little tiring. That doesn’t mean he dislikes you

Tries to help you but similar to Abbacchio he won’t be super friendly about it. He’s more like a kind teacher, strict and not cutting corners but at the same time giving a helping hand. He knows how much childhood trauma can hurt and how it can be hard to move from. You two might end up having to help each other

He doesn’t mind you not showing emotions but he’s also emotionally constipated. He wants to tell you he likes you without ruining your friendship, which means he ends up staring at you for a long time, maybe he’s trying to tell you through telepathy who knows. He also shows his affection by giving you random bits of knowledge when you two are together

When you start to warm up to him he’ll be happy. He’s surprisingly gentle with you too, which might surprise Narancia and Mista who are used to his more cold and prone to outbursts. Speaking of which, he tries his best to keep his cool around you in the case that loud noises is something triggering.

Though he can be a bit pushy when trying to help you overcome your tendency to be emotionless or indecisive, he ultimately is a great friend and bf. Might be a little protective too, which might get him some teasing from his other two dance buddies

Mista

He honestly thought that it was a little weird how quiet and emotionless you were but at the same time really didn’t mind. He’s seen all sorts of people and he’s close to Giorno who’s pretty quiet himself.

Super talkative, which means you end up listening to him more than the other way around. He’s also got a sense of humor, which might’ve led you to laugh from time to time. By the way he really likes it when you smile, thinks it’s super cute and will let you know when he sees it for the first time (he’s not scared of anything)

He’s patient at well when it comes to your tendency to not decide for yourself. Similar to some of the others, he’ll help you slowly build confidence by starting with smaller decisions like what cold cut meat to give to his stand.

Speaking of which, Sex Pistols is surprisingly clingy to you too, might be a way you found out Mista likes you if he didn’t tell you himself haha. They might help you show some emotions or make decisions too, they’ll also talk to you a lot

He doesn’t want to push you too much in case it becomes stressful so he doesn’t ask much about your past or make big strides to help you overcome trauma. However he’s definitely a bright character to be around, helping you loosen up a little bit

Narancia

He’s really similar to Mista. Narancia didn’t think it was really weird that you were emotionless or indecisive but he might’ve pointed it out at the start. He thinks it’s a bit odd that you don’t react that much in the beginning to any of the team’s antics but gets over it pretty quickly

Narancia’s a kind person, but he might ask questions sometimes too much. He might catch himself causing you to remember some really bad things which he immediately apologizes for, it’s a learning process for him but nonetheless it’s clear to you he’s interested in getting to know you better

Has a hard time hiding his crush that he gets teased on by Fugo and Mista. He might’ve gotten you a bunch of snacks after you mentioned to him how you liked a certain brand, or he is constantly clinging on you. Overall it’ll be easy to tell

Doesn’t have the greatest patience but he is caring. He doesn’t want to stress you out but wants to encourage you to make your own decisions. Will ask a lot of questions to help him choose things. He also tends to be talkative, which might help you bring out your emotions more too

I feel like he’ll be a little protective as well. He’s sort of hot-headed, so if he sees someone looking at you the wrong way he has no trouble going up to them and throwing insults (or fists). He wants you to feel safe in the gang like he did when he first joined, which will mean you’ll have someone behind your back.

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nicherayyy · 1 year

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am i back again with another child!reader request? yes, i am 😌 LOL anyways, another idea popped up in my head. so how about a scenario where the child!reader has to be babysat by the bucci gang again, but this time, trish is around since she’s visiting and staying with the group for a few months, so it’s their first time meeting each other? due to the reader’s shy nature, they initially don’t interact with her, but a few hours later, the reader becomes close to trish, even already going as far as calling her “auntie” or “big sis” (omg and bonus points if the reader also LOVES interacting with spice girl and having a full-on blown conversation with her, considering how she’s sentient). because of how the reader has been raised by men, i think it’d be interesting (and cute) to see them having an older female figure in their life. ty!! <33

okay but Trish is such a good sister figure I love her so much😫

Sister Figure Trish x Child Reader

The whole La Squadra has been really busy lately. Which led to the fact that now you spent more time with Bucci Gang. Sometimes even with an overnight stay. Although you didn't mind.

With Mista and Narancia you could play any games you'd like. Bruno or Leone read to you. And Fugo even helps you with homework (sometimes Giorno joins too)

But this time there was something new.. no.. someone new.

"My name is Trish", a pink-haired girl smiled at you, "And what's your name?"

You just hid behind Bruno, looking at her cautiously. No, it's not that you've been scared of her. On the contrary, she seem like a nice girl. But the problem is- you are too shy. Not every day you see new faces.

That's why you sat in your room for an hour. But Trish? Actually she thought that you didn't like her, because of which she was literally devastated. But after Bruno's explanation, everything became clearer. Oh, so you're just shy? And you don't hate her. That's such a relief for her! But it doesn't change the fact that she wants you to trust her. She will not give up. She wants to befriend with you and she will do anything for that!

"Is that okay if I come in?", you saw the girl opening the door in your room, you hesitated a little and just nodded, watching her every move. Trish just sat in front of you, fidgeting her fingers a little. So what now? She has to start conversation with you, but she doesn't know what you like.. that's a problem. What if you-

"Do you.. have a stand?", you interrupted her thoughts, your voice quiet and unsure.

"You know what a stand is?", she gasped, "I do actually"

"Can I see it?", you asked, now with more anticipation.

"Sure", Trish smiled, and this time you smiled back.

It's been a few hours since Leone last saw you and Trish. You just seem to disappear. He even wanted to ask Bruno where were you, until he heard laughter upstairs.

The thing he saw was you sitting on Spice Girl's lap, while Trish was painting your nails. And you seem to.. enjoy it, with wide smile on your face you were talking about a cartoon you saw recently. That was a cute picture indeed.

"What are you two doing?"

"Oh, me and big sis were just talking"

"Wait.. big sis?", Abbacchio looked at Trish with pure shock on his face, while the girl just winked at him.

A/N: sorry for this being so short. Also if you want to read general scenario with Bucci gang babysitting child!reader it's here

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wealllovemilo64 · 11 months

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Blog rules and stuff! (Masterlist in the making)

Will add more later!

What fandoms I will write for:

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure - Josuke Higashikata (DIU & JJL), Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar (young), Caesar Zeppeli, Jotaro Kujo, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Enrico Pucci, Guida Mista, Narancia Ghirga

Demon Slayer - Muzan Kibutsuji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Doma, Gyutaro, Obanai Iguro, Rengoku Kyojuro, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei (fluff), Giyuu Tomioka

My Hero Academia - Tenya lida, Kirishima Eijiro, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Shota Aizawa, Momo Yaoyorozu, Shigaraki Tomura

Haikyuu - Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Koshi Sugawara, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsuro Kooru

FNAF - William Afton, Michael Afton

COD - Simon Riley, John Soap Mactavish

Genshin Impact - Kaveh, Kaeya, Albedo, Diluc, Xiao, Itto

(I promise there will be more once my lazy ass actually finishes animes and plays more games)

Relationship dynamics/readers I write for:

Dom/Top/Seme Male Reader x Sub/Uke/Bottom Character

Dom Male Reader x Power bottom Character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Sub!top character

Dom male reader x Sub character x Dom character (sub character will be the only one pounded/topped)

Black!top male reader (black male readers fr do not get enough love)

GN amab Reader x Character

GN reader x Character

Relationship dynamics/readers I will NOT write for at all:

Female reader

Sub male reader

Sub female reader

Dom female reader

Afab reader

FTM reader

Main kinks I do (feel free to ask about a kink if you’re not really sure, i’ll let you know if i’m comfortable with it!):

Praise kink

Daddy kink

Feminization kink

Breeding kink

Blood play

Bondage

Pet names

Semi-public

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to send in any requests (if I didn’t list a character that you want up there still feel free to ask about them!)!

#sub jjba #sub haikyuu #sub mha #sub cod #sub call of duty #sub demon slayer #x reader #x male reader #dom male reader #dom reader

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karskilledme · 1 year

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Two for one - BruAbba x Fem!Reader NSFW

I’m a big simp for BruAbba x reader so I had to make this. Basically, you’re sick hanging out with Mr. Abbacchio whose also sick and he makes the moves on you. Your hot capo shows up and is like hey let me join bbs ;)

Content Warnings: Vaginal sex, oral sex on female, fingering, booby play, cucking(Kind of, maybe there’s a better word), badly written smut.

Word count: 2977

Do not interact if you’re a minor 18+ only! NSFW under the cut.

After Abbacchio went and got you sick you’d figured it couldn’t hurt any worse to continue bothering him while you suffered. It was his fault so he’d have to deal with you. That’s how you found yourself seated next to him watching some stupid soap opera on his bed, at an appropriate distance of course. Maybe he didn’t know it but you hadn’t paid attention to a single word the tv said. Your ears were a hum with the awe that filled your love struck brain. His alabaster skin glowed with the sheen of sweat from his cold. Plump, oh so kissable lips, parted slightly due to his stuffy nose. Daring to cover even an inch of his sculpted features was his silver hair that lay unstyled and messy. To some this was the image of an obviously unwell man but to you this was the image of perfection. If he had noticed your staring he didn’t take mind and made no move to stop you.

Some time later you had managed to vaguely catch on to what was happening in the show but it wasn’t really your type of thing. In fact, bothering the man next to you sounded much more interesting. You shifted slightly towards him and hummed for attention.

“Abba, tell me what you think, did orange the fruit, or orange the color come first?” You asked, finger on your chin in a mockingly quizzical expression. His eyes briefly flickered from the show towards you before quickly deciding the show was more interesting. He grunted. “That’s a stupid question.” He paused as the show got intense, his slightly agape mouth twitching in interest. “Orange the fruit obviously.” He said quite matter a factly. You frowned and put your balled fists on your sides. “What makes you think that? How would they know to call it an orange if the color wasn’t the reason?” You demanded. Abbacchio paused his show and looked at you with a small smirk. “An orange was an orange before English had a name for the color dummy.” You frowned harder at this new found revelation and sulked.

Abbacchio watched your pitiful display before patting your shoulder. The sudden touch sent a jolt of excitement through you. Your eyes met his quickly.

“We can’t all be smart, it’s ok. You, Mista, Narancia. Me and Bruno have enough brains to cover for you all.” He teased. Your elatement at his touch quickly turned to fake hurt as you gasped and fell backwards on the bed covering your face. A horrendously fake sob wracked your body. “Oh how could you be so mean to me Abba!” You cried, hamming up the drama. “My heart is broken, I’ll never recover.” The bed shifted under you as he suddenly moved to pin you. You peaked through your fingers to see if it was true and there he was, just inches away from you. While your nerves began to betray you the act couldn’t end yet; fake sobs continued. Suddenly your hands were ripped from your face as he pinned your arms besides your head. Oh shit! Was all you could think, surprise evident on your fully red face. Abbachio’s own heart was racing. He wasn’t often forward; the only thing that allowed him to be so now was his comfort with you. Not to mention that there was a plan in motion with a goal to be reached between him and Bruno.

Abbacchio leaned down, his hot breath tickling your lips. “Don’t cry my tesoro.” He teased, his plump lips pulled into a cocky grin. If he wasn’t a hardened gangster there was no way he would have been able to keep this cool demeanor. Your slightly panicked face was doing him something wild. Your widened (E/C) eyes staring him down so intently, glowing skin that looked so soft and kissable, your lips that trembled slightly practically begging to be his. God you were just so delectable.

You had ended your act by now, all of your attention placed on him. The tension grew palpable as you stared into eachothers eyes. Neither of you had dared make a move since you were pinned, not that you had much choice as you were easily overpowered. The knot in your stomach clenched at your own thoughts. You just had to kiss him, it was now or never. Your eyes were partly lidded as you began your slow approach. Abbacchio’s lips tasted of tea and were perfectly soft, magical really. The way your heart exploded on impact left you breathless and your brain swimming in bliss. He pulled away softly and pressed his forehead to yours.

“ Sei la miglior cosa che mi sia capitata” He whispered(You’re the best thing that happened to me). Your fingers ghosted his cheek feeling their overwhelming warmth, a mix of sickness and embarrassment. “Abba… you make me so happy. I’ve waited for this for so long.” Cutting off your own sentiment you quickly moved in for another kiss only this time more intense. An ache of passion and the feeling of ‘Finally!’ fueled your movements.

A soft knock broke you apart. Abbacchio’s eyes met yours briefly, keying you in that something was up but what? He made his way to the door before stepping out into the hall. Whispers could be heard by you but what they discussed was indiscernible. Shortly he reentered followed by none other than your capo Bruno. You shot up in bed. “A-Ah- Bruno! I mean Capo!” You stammered. Bruno smiled softly and chuckled, “No need for the formalities, Bruno is more than fine when it’s coming from you my principessa.” he said. Your heart lurched once more, the knot that had begun to dissipate doubling its hold. Abbacchio had sat back down next to you while Bruno found a seat at Abbacchio’s desk across from the bed. Your eyes glanced towards Abbacchio for reassurance which earned a soft thigh squeeze.

“We wanted to talk to you.” He started, looking towards Bruno now. The short haired male nodded before piercing you with his trained gaze. His eyes were intense but not in a way of malice, they were friendly as ever, since the day you first met him he’d exuded positivity. It would be a lie to say you weren’t extremely interested in both of the men that sat before you but was that alright? Bruno was always so kind to you but you also admired his character and resolve. He was no doubt a beacon of hope for everyone around him and he was always sure to fill that role. On the other hand Abbacchio lured you in with his witty and interesting personality, not to mention his beautiful looks. It was hard to win him over at first but he was oh so worth it, the side of him that you got to enjoy now was so caring and humorous though he always showed these traits through his actions rather than his words. It also couldn’t be argued that he wasn’t a man of character who stood resolute in his beliefs. How could someone choose?!

Your attention was brought back to focus as Bruno began to speak. “You see (Y/n), me and Abbacchio have always had a close relationship but for a while now we’ve also had our eyes on you.” He scooted the chair closer to the bed and grabbed your smaller hands in his. Abbacchio’s grip on your thigh tightened. “We’d like to date you, both of us. You can say no if you want but we would be more than delighted if you felt the same.” He paused, looking down at your interlocked hands with a squeeze. “It’s also ok if you only have feelings for Abbacchio and not me.” Bruno was always one to reassure those he cared about and this was no exception, he didn’t want you to feel pressured in any way. You bit your lip and looked between the two.

“Of course I feel the same but is it really ok? I’ve never… never been in a relationship let alone one with two partners!” you questioned. Bruno chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “If you want us and we want you why wouldn’t it be? We’re all consenting adults here, sciocco.” Your teeth resumed their hold on your lip. The knot in your stomach was tied with metal chains. You peeked a glance at Abbacchio with questioning eyes. He nodded in confirmation and you sighed.

“Ok, no more worrying! I would love to date you both! If you’ll have me I’d be more than happy.” You exclaimed. The men grinned at each other before enveloping you in a warm hug. Bruno was the first to pull away, citing the two of you being sick. “I’ll head to the store to grab the two of you some medicine, do you need anything else, amores?” Bruno asked, approaching the door. After noting your needs he took leave and left you and Abbacchio alone once more.

The mood was noticeably different after Abbacchio and Brunos shared confession. Your worry had dissipated completely but it only made you painfully aware of a different sensation, your need. Warmth filled your lower half and a tingling of desire had you rubbing your thighs together oh so slightly. You figured it was the excitement of the situation that got you so worked up combined with the fact that you were in a very attractive mans bed; a man that was now your boyfriend.

Abbacchio had pulled you back up to your previous resting position the only difference being that you were now attached to him. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his exposed neck. You couldn’t help yourself from nipping and kissing at the soft skin.

“Oh. Eager already?” Abbacchio spoke with confidence but much like earlier it was a cool facade to mask his nervousness. He pressed your shoulder lightly to allow himself a chance to meet you in a kiss. You could feel the eagerness in his kiss. His hands trailed your sides slipping under the hem of your top before he pulled back to check in with you. After getting your confirmation he was back to work, nipping your bottom lip not quite softly but not enough to seriously hurt either. Your tongues quickly met in a battle of dominance, his warm appendage moving with skill as it curled and pushed against your own. His hands, which were warm with fever, had found their way up to your breasts. He gave them a hungry squeeze before his long digits moved to flick and squeeze them.

Just as the two of you thought the kissing might lead to more Bruno reentered, shopping bags in tow. He shut the door quickly with a soft, breathy chuckle.

“It seems a show is about to start.” he said. You blushed at his implication but Abbacchio only smirked, looking at him from his caging position above you.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you Bruno.” He said, putting special emphasis on Bruno. You shivered in anticipation beneath Abbacchio, your eyes still fixed on Bruno.

“You mean like.. You just want to watch?” You questioned, your innocence evident. Bruno nodded and plopped himself back at Abbacchios desk. “Of course. I’d love to watch my two amato together. You’re both sick so I can’t exactly join.” He said as if it were a very obvious fact.

You hummed in ponder. “So should I pay attention to you too or do you want me to ignore you? I’m not really sure how this kind of thing works ya know.” You said, a nervous chuckle following. Abbacchio made himself busy on your neck, clearly not too interested in your questions about Brunos cucking situation. You moaned softly as Abbacchio sucked on your sweet spot.

“You can ignore me if it would make you more comfortable but I’d love some of your attention too.” As he said this, Bruno slipped his pants down mid thigh. His cock was already visibly hard and ready to spring free. You bit your lip and nodded, turning your attention back to the stimulation at hand.

Minutes had passed of you and Abbacchio passionately battling it out through a clash of tongues. He pulled away and began to pull your clothes off in a frenzy. You were nervous of course but knowing you were in very secure hands put you at ease instantly. Your own hands began to strip Abbacchio of his loungewear. Drool practically pooled in your mouth as you drank in his physique. His alabaster skin was chiseled with soft abs, marked with scars both old and new; it was evidence of his hard life. He smirked at your awe but was internally grateful that you hadn’t just up and left upon seeing him, he was always too hard on himself.

Both fully nude, Abbacchio resumed kissing you but not on the lips. His soft kisses trailed from your chin down to your breast where he took a moment to pamper each one. He kissed your nipple softly, sending a shiver through you, before he swirled his tongue around it. Finally he gave it a quick suck before moving on to the next. Your cunt throbbed at the attention, a slick mess forming between your thighs. Your body was begging for more. As if he read your mind, his hands trailed down to your thighs, one grabbing them apart and the other making its way to your slick folds. His fingers teased your clit as he sucked away on your nipple.

The pleasure was immense but you couldn’t help but think about Bruno. You glanced over to the shorter haired man only to get blessed with quite the beautiful sight. There he sat, pants and boxers now at his ankles. His hand gently and slowly working himself as he watched. You couldn’t help but stare as you noticed his top was undone revealing the intricate lingerie he always wore. Bruno offered you a strained smile and seemed to urge you to rejoin your session.

As your attention shifted back Abbacchio was on the move again. His lips continued their trail of kisses down your belly before stopping at your navel. He looked up at you just inches above your aching heat. “Abba pleeaase. I really need you.” You practically begged. He smirked and placed a kiss at the top of your slit before moving in. His fingers. which had been massaging your clit, now made their way to your slicked entrance as his tongue took their place. A moan of pleasure ripped through you, your back arching off the bed but your butt glued in place from his firm grasp. You were already close just from the little that had happened but you never wanted it to end. His tongue worked in skilled precision. He swirled circles on your clit, occasionally grabbing it with his lips for an ultra soft tug. “F-fuck… Abba I’m so- agh - close!” You moaned. Your words kicked him into overdrive as he worked double to push you over the edge. The warmth in your core exploded in a shockwave of tingles.

You heaved out a breathy sigh of relief as he made his way to his knees. You looked at Bruno once more and noticed he was still moving at quite a leisurely pace. Abbacchio flipped you over with ease and positioned you so you were both facing Bruno. Your ass was hoist into the air, your pussy still ready and anxious to be filled. Abbacchios dick lined up your entrance and slid up and down your folds before pushing in. He was average in girth but lengthy. Your slick helped you quickly adjust as he slowly pushed to hilt.

“You’re treating her so good amore mio.” Bruno breathed out, enjoying your display. Abbacchio met eyes with him as he thrust into you, eliciting a sharp but pleasant yelp from you.

“I bet you can’t wait to join us. Get a taste of her yourself.” Abbacchio said, lightly gripping your chin and guiding you to look at Bruno.

You looked at Bruno absolutely blissed out. Bruno was entranced by the swinging of your gorgeous breast as Abbacchio pound into you. Bruno couldn’t lie, he wanted to be entangled with the two of you more than anything but Capos didn't have time to get sick so this was the next best thing. Besides he found the both of you incredibly attractive so this was definitely the best jerk off material a guy could ask for.

Your hands gripped the bed with everything you had. You didn’t expect Abbacchio to be a gentle lover based off his personality so it was no surprise he was fucking you like his life depended on it. Not that you were complaining, you couldn’t when he was doing such a good job hitting your g spot over and over again.

You bit into your wrist as the pressure began to build signaling your next orgasm. It was evident in Abbacchios movements that he was getting close to, he began to grow ragged and shaky, his dick twitching and swelling inside you. You let out a cry of ecstasy, your pussy squeezing and milking his pounding cock. He grunted, “G-god!” and not but seconds later did he spill into you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. As the two of you settled you were happy to see that Bruno had came as well. “Hope you enjoyed the show Bambola.” Abbacchio teased, crashing down next to you. Bruno smiled and moved to clean himself up. “How could I not? Though next time I hope to star in it.” He said with a wink. You couldn’t believe it still, even after getting your brains fucked out while your hot capo watched. Two boyfriends?!

#bruabba #bruabba x reader #leone abbachio x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #smut #bad smut #haleywritesstuff

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garden-of-violets · 2 years

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Writing oneshots for Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure part 5 characters.

Characters I will write for:

♡︎ Giorno Giovanna

♡︎ Bruno Bucciarati

♡︎ Leone Abbacchio

♡︎ Guido Mista

♡︎ Pannacotta Fugo

♡︎ Narancia Ghirga

♡︎ Trish Una

I may add more part 5 characters in the future, but not at the moment. I will only be writing for Bucci gang right now.

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What I will write:

♡︎ Headcanons

♡︎ Oneshots

♡︎ Scenarios

♡︎ Hurt/Comfort

♡︎ Reader insert (Only female or gender neutral reader)

♡︎ Fluff

♡︎ Angst

What I won’t write:

♡︎ Yandere scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ NSFW scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ Smut

♡︎ Character x Character

♡︎ Male reader

♡︎ Unless requested personally with a detailed description of your oc, I will not be writing an oc insert. You may request specific details, but not your oc.

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( I am just getting back into writing at the moment, and I do have school so I’ll update and answer requests when I can ♡︎ )

Requests are open!

Masterlist for Jjba part 5

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series i write for:

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (manga/anime up to part 8)

Stranger Things

Final Fantasy (XV, VII, X)

Kingdom Hearts

Haikyuu

Hunter x Hunter

The Arcana

One Piece

Jujustu Kaisen (anime only)

One Punch Man

My Hero Academia (manga and anime)

I also write for ships in all of these! Not just x reader stuff! So feel free to ask, though, it's not really my go to writing, so I will try.

(there may be spoilers for all of these, so just be careful if you don't want spoilers. i will usually put it in the warnings of the fic tho, so nothing to worry about)

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN!!!

I am not comfortable with writing: any NSFW, poly relationships, and yandere themes so please do not request them. I also don't really like to write AUs for certain shows, just ask tho and I'll let you know if it's something I'm down for. Also, I don't really like to write super heavy angst for certain shows, you can ask which ones, but I do love writing angst, just nothing too gory or triggering for certain folks out there. Thanks for understanding :)

I will write: canon, headcanons, female and GN readers (i would try to write for a male reader, but I don't know how well i can do, i am not against the idea), fluff, fluff alphabet, angst, and canon character x canon character (it depends tho). Also, just feel comfortable to ask and if i need you to switch up the ask, I will let you know if i am comfortable with writing it! Thank you!!!

Masterlist(1)!

Masterlist(2)!

when requesting:

specify everything! (which character, attributes for reader, plot, etc.)

please be patient and if it takes a while, I may not have seen it, or just didn't want to do it

Current Works in Progress:

Part 2 of Present Mic getting a tattoo

narancia x intimidating reader who's actually a sweetheart

general romance headcanons for flashy flash

noya x f!reader (noya is a little down in the dumps)

crocs baby barging into the cross guild meeting

!!!!!!DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WRITING AND TRY TO MAKE IT YOUR OWN!!!!!!

thank you so much! enjoy and please stay hydrated!!

anon list!

♡ anon (heart anon)

🌻anon (sunflower anon)

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Team Bucciarati Kinktober 2021 🎃

Book also available on my Quotev account Link Here ⬅️

Warning: All stories will be NSFW and female reader only.

Kinktober! Team Bucciarati edition! From the title I’ll only be doing the Bucciarati gang (Including Trish). The stories will include a few polyamorous relationship stories, Halloween/Monster theme as well as most characters or the reader being monsters. All stories have warnings so please read the warnings and my author notes in case you’re not into some of the content. Characters are all aged up.

Day 1: Narancia x Zombie Reader

Monster | Knifeplay | Body Swap

Description: Angst with happy ending, fluff, eventual nsfw, takes place in part 5, Undead Reader Warning: mentions of death, corpse, violence

Day 2: Mummy Bruno x Reader

Human Furniture | Sounding | Macro/Micro

Description: AU, Bruno is mummy in modern world, rescues you and ends in night of passion

Day 3: Mad Scientist Fugo x Undead Bride Reader

Fisting| Medical Play | Orgasm Denial

Description: Frankenstein AU, Reader inspired by Emily from Corpse Bride, Mad Scientist Fugo = yandere behavior, went mad from being alone too long, angst with fluff, reader helps Fugo and they fall in love

Day 4: Mista x Lochness Monster Reader

Begging | Breathplay | Leather/Latex

Description: Takes place in part 5, one night stand turned relationship, reader is a sea creature inspired by Lagoona Blue from Monster High

Day 5: Plant Monster Giorno x Demon Reader

Double Penetration In Two Holes | Boot Worship | Lactation

Description: Monster AU, Dom Female Devil Demon Reader, Giorno Plant Monster inspired by poison ivy, Mates, Boyfriend and Girlfriend Relationship

Day 6: Moth Bruno x Reader

Free Use | Sensory Deprivation | Wax Play

Description: AU everyone in part 5 is a mothmen, you’re a normal human but slowly you two become accuanted, friends to lovers

Day 7: Octoman Giorno x Turned Mermaid Reader

Rimming | Breeding | Tentacles

Description: Mermen AU, Romance, Fluff, Tentacles, Giorno is an Octoman, Giorno can turn reader into mermaid

Day 8: Team Bucciarati x Voodoo Doll Reader (Polyamorous Relationship, Excludes Trish)

Menophilia | Casting Couch | Bukkake

Description: Polyamorous relationship, Everyone lives no one dies AU, Story takes place years after the events of Vento Aureo.

Day 9: Clown Fugo x Witch Reader (Clone sex, Threesome)

Pegging | Threesome | Clone Sex

Description: Monster AU, porn with no plot, hate sex, Reader clones herself and has threesome w/ Fugo

Day 10: Trish Una x Yandere Fairy Reader (Female Reader)

Mommy/Daddy Kink | Somnophilia | Scissoring

Description: Angst with fluff, eventual smut Warning: Yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping

Day 11: Demon Giorno x Reader

Over Stimulation | Temperature Play | Stockings

Description: Fairytale AU, Angst with fluff and smut, romance, beauty and the beast inspired warning: kidnapping, slight yandere Giorno

Reminder: Book incomplete, unwritten stories will be posted separate from this masterlist.

Day 12: Mista x Bat Monster Reader

Day 13: (Maybe) Skeleton Narancia x Maid Reader

Day 14: Dragonet Narancia x Reader x Warlock Fugo (Threesome)

Day 15: Mista x Succubus Reader (Prostitution)

Day 16: Android Fugo x Reader

Day 17: Giorno x Narancia x Mista x Frankenstein Reader (Orgy)

Day 18: Vampire Giorno x Reader

Day 19: (Maybe) Fugo x Reader

Day 20: Wasp Trish x Bumblebee Reader

Day 21: Mista x Short Reader (Size Kink)

Day 22: (Maybe) Either Incubus or Vampire? Bruno x Reader

Day 23: Narancia x Reader x Giorno (Threesome, Polyamorous)

Day 24: ??? x Plant Monster Reader

Day 25: Android Mista x Reader

Day 26: Narancia x Jack-o-lantern Monster Reader

Day 27: (Maybe) Trish Una x Ragdoll Reader

Day 28: Bruno x Moth Empress Reader

Day 29: Werewolf Narancia x Devil Reader

Day 30: ??? x Mermaid Reader

Day 31: (Maybe) Team Bucciarati x Naughty Trick-or-Treater Reader

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NEKO PARADISO (=^._.^=)∫ ♡♡

Chapter 1. Recipe of Disaster

▶ poco a poco - Chotto Soko Made

[CHAPTER INDEX] | [NEXT ➞]

Note: I said I'd post this a week later but I'm an impatient creature. You're getting Chapter 1 now whether you like it or not.

Comments and constructive criticism are highly appreciated! I love hearing thoughts and jokes about my works. Maybe you can guess what breed of cat each of the gang is based on? No looking at the author notes on AO3 because that's cheating.

“Giovanna, what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

Dark, long lashes fluttered upwards. The black-haired boy turned to you from his seat on the warm grass, lowering an empty plastic teacup from his lips. “I don’t know. What about you?”

You crouched to set your toy teapot on the small picnic blanket then puffed your chest in pride with a heroic pose to rival a superhero’s. “I'm gonna be a café mastar!” you exclaimed in your squeaky pitch. Luckily, the two of you were in the park and not your house. Your mother’s scoldings weren't pleasant to say the least.

Giovanna tilted his head. “Café ‘mastar’? You mean master? Like a master of cafés?”

“Mhm!” You stuffed your chubby face with a mouthful of chocolate cake before continuing. “I’m gonna run a café with the best cake and hot chocolate. It’ll have TV, a ball pit, video games and a slide!”

“Wow...” Your friend clasped your filthy hands, his seafoam green eyes twinkling into yours. “That sounds amazing! If anyone can do it, it’d be you! I'll be your first customer!”

“Noooo,” you whined, cake smudged on your pout. “You can’t be my customer, Giovanna! I want to run it with you!”

Giovanna chuckled softly, a little dazed by your demand of him. “Okay. When you open your café, I'll be there with you.”

“Promise?” Still pouty, you offered a pinky in front of him which he studied curiously. A soothing breeze brushed through his blunt locks as he formed a matching gesture to yours.

“Promise.”

Your tiny digits intertwined. A pinky promise between two children was sealed in sticky frosting.

You idly fiddled with your maid uniform behind a thoroughly cleaned counter, tugging the frilly hem down your thighs. Surrounded by the faint aroma of coffee, you almost lived up your weeby fantasy.

The café interior remained silent on a late weekday morning. Accompanying you were a variety of untouched, freshly baked goods in their display case and half a dozen empty tables. Sunlight lit up the foyer through the wide glass. Indoor plants in ceramic pots guarded the door and hung over the walls, painting the shop in splashes of natural green. You were pretty sure these plants were supposed to bloom flowers but, alas, you were no gardening expert.

Beyond the expansive café windows were locals walking by. Some gave your shop a passing yet curious glance though many ignored it entirely. Seldom would a customer or two walk in the café since the grand opening a few days prior. The items they ordered were barely enough for you to get by.

You sighed in defeat and slouched against the cool countertop with an added temptation to eat all of the baked treats yourself. No doubt would binging sweets ease a bit of the bitterness and salt on your mind.

Your eyes rested upon the dainty arrangement of blue irises wilting in their vase beside you. They were a parting gift from your friends before you moved back to your city of birth. You groaned.

Perhaps returning to your hometown to pursue your childhood dream was silly. Dreams don’t just come to fruition on hope alone. A pang of guilt settled in your stomach. You felt as though you were letting down the young boy you used to play with all those years ago. You hadn’t seen him ever since you and your mother moved away during elementary school.

On a whim, you gently pulled an iris from its delicate vase and began plucking its shrivelling petals one by one. “I’m a dumbass... I’m not a dumbass...” you murmured. You repeated the self-deprecating chant until the last petal. “I’m a dumb—”

DLING!

You jolted up. The sudden chime of the front door ripped you out of your trance, scaring the crap out of your body so hard, you dropped your tortured flower.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to awkwardly recompose yourself. “Hello! Welcome to Milky Maid Paradise!” you called out. You scanned the room to find whoever entered only to find no one. How strange. Is some fucker messing with you?

You swiftly rounded the counter to further inspect the situation. Peering outside the window, you spotted no suspicious figures to pin the blame on. You scratched your head. Such a thing never happened before. Just as you were about to dawdle back to your signature sulking spot, a menacing voice caught your attention.

“Buongiorno, Signorina.”

Oh lord.

You span around to face an imposing, colossal man sat at the table closest to the dessert display. A spiky red hat rested upon his baby bald scalp and intricate patterns adorned his immaculate, luxurious outfit. Somehow his large frame must have fit through the door without you noticing. It was very impressive considering he needed five of your vintage chairs to sit comfortably on.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there!” you replied exasperatedly. “Buon... giorno?” You quickly swallowed your apprehension. “What can I get for you today, sir?”

No matter whom this plus-sized ninja clad in banana yellow was, it was important you treated him with warmth and respect as you would with any ordinary customer. With a steadied heart and stride, you approached the large man awaiting your hospitality.

“The last time I’ve eaten was ten past eleven this morning,” he began.

You glanced to the wall clock beside the wide kitchen doorway. 11:10AM was forty minutes ago.

A thick finger pointed towards the desserts behind their polished glass case. “As you can tell, I’m famished. I’ll have everything available in that display case, please.” He clasped his chubby hands and awaited your response.

You blinked.

...Was he serious? The low rumble of his gigantic tummy sounded serious. He eyed you expectantly with his unusual black sclera and glowing pupils hiding beneath his sharp, protruding nose. It caused your neck hairs to stand on end.

“O-of course! Right away, sir!” you over-enthusiastically stuttered. If he could afford luxury clothing tailored to his massive body, surely he could afford your entire menu, right?

With haste, you promptly plated every dessert he could see. From tarts to cakes to biscuits to scones, each added pastry caused your customer’s dark eyes to grow wider and wider like a starving lion’s observing its prey.

“There we go,” you huffed. With the dessert case empty and the man’s table covered in plates of pastries all barely fitting on the tabletop surface, you were rewarded with a pleased hum.

“Thank you, Signorina. They look delectable.” He licked his lips with malice.

A plain napkin from God-knows-where was tucked beneath his double chin. Raising his noodly arms, he began his feast. A whole black forest cake was inhaled into his system straight from the white ceramic. Scones were gobbled one after the other with fruit jams swallowed as an afterthought. You've never been so confused and scared. His vicious appetite and table manners subverted his sophisticated, millionaire appearance.

In the midst of his wild indulgence, you thought it necessary to brew a cup of chai tea to help him down the sugary contents. Just as you served him the hot beverage in its dainty teacup, your customer’s table was cleared of any sign of cake and crumbs. He graciously accepted the free cup of tea and let out a hefty belch to punctuate the end of his quaint café experience.

“Pardon me,” he said, patting down his mouth with a dirtied napkin.

Fortunately, no one had entered during the entire bizarre affair. His monstrous appetite would have driven them away.

“Signorina, are you the only staff working at this café?” the giant asked after a short moment. “What I ate tasted like it was baked by the same pair of hands. Their flaws, textures and flavours were consistent. No other chef could replicate them. Am I right in my observation?”

His expression was unreadable. Where could he be going with this? You slowly nodded, which earned you an amused grunt.

“Why is that?”

You shrugged sheepishly, tightly wringing your wrists. “...Well, I can’t afford to hire anybody right now—not that I need anyone or anything.” Though assistance around the store would be helpful, you never saw a need to hire anyone with the abysmal business you’d been garnering until today—even if it meant your maid café would only have one maid. “I can run the café fine on my own,” you add.

The mountain of flesh clicked his tongue, seemingly to disapprove of your words. He leaned forward as far as his belly would allow him, casting you in shadow. His terrifying mouth uttered your name. Did you ever tell him that?

“You won't go far relying on only yourself; it’s foolish,” he continued. His emerald irises peered into your soul and you shivered. His speech and mannerisms outside of gorging cake were no different from one of those high-ranking mafiosi in those old-fashioned gangster movies, or more accurately, a demonic nightmare clown from a horror flick.

Reaching into his yellow coat, the man pulled out an oddly unwrinkled sealed envelope. It was held out to you but before you could obtain the envelope, he spoke up. “Do you like cats?”

What?

You furrowed a brow, trying to compute the out-of-the-blue question. Despite the sinister smug expression on his face, the question appeared fairly innocent. You lowered your guard, if only slightly.

“Yeah, I like cats. I even had a kitten when I was little.” You neglected to mention that your kitten went missing one week after adopting it from the pound. No one needed to know that right now.

His deep laughter reverberated across the room. You swore you could hear the silverware rattle. “Hohoho! Then I believe you’ll find this recipe very useful. Use this recipe and your café will thrive in the city.” The ominous smirk across his plump lips and the cold glint in his gaze made you a teeny bit suspicious that this recipe was actually for a bomb.

The envelope was then finally passed on to your smaller, much sweatier hands. “Alright then... Thank you for coming, Mr...?” You trailed off.

“Polpo,” he finished. You glanced at the envelope and back at Polpo.

“Thank you, Mr. Polpo.” You meekly smiled. Peculiarly enough, having a name to this absolute unit of a human being shed a bit of the mystery surrounding his creepy presence. It was a subtle comfort you were willing to take.

“You’re welcome,” he smirked, uttering your name once again. “Now, if you'll excuse me...”

You stepped back so he could stand but he made no effort to budge from his five chairs. You also wondered if he would make an effort to pay for devouring a day’s worth of desserts. Just as you were about to ask him if he prefers cash or card, the doorchime intervened.

DLING!

Your attention leapt to the door. Again, it fell shut on its own with no customers seeming to enter although unlike last time when Polpo mysteriously appeared in your café, he mysteriously vanished.

Tension spiked. You scampered out of the café, apron strings dancing behind, completely confused as to how a being so massive could exit a building so stealthily. You saw no spiky-hatted man in yellow rolling down the street nor waddling on it, so you re-entered the store, still in shock from your virtually paranormal experience.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself.

You leaned over a chair, envelope in hand, processing your recent memory. Some Humpty Dumpty-looking dude materialised in your maid café, ate everything and left. You were honestly a little pissed at the audacity. When you raised your head, a smidge of colour where Polpo dined caught your vision.

Beside the unholy hill of plates piled high upon the wooden table laid a fat stack of cash neatly nestled in a plain strap of paper. Trembling, you scrambled to inspect the money between your fingers. Carding through each note, you realised it was more than enough to compensate the emptiness of your dessert case.

He tipped well, though maybe a bit too well. If he was still here, you’d refuse his generosity out of guilt.

But he’s not here...

Giddiness and disbelief overwhelmed your heart. With this much to fill your wallet, rent this month would be stress-free. Plus, you could buy that cool anime figure you’ve had your eye on for two months now, splurge some cash for cute clothes to fill your wardrobe, or invest in a brand new computer that wouldn’t shit itself during a hot day. The hedonistic possibilities were endless but before could make any debilitating financial decisions, first you had Polpo’s secret recipe to success to try out.

You decided to close the café early for the day. After flipping the open/closed sign on the door and clearing Polpo’s crime scene of a table, you headed off to the café kitchen, sealed envelope in tow.

You squinted at the finely written instructions. While you were sure what the cursive letters spelt out were what you thought they were, the implied end product sounded disgusting.

Splayed out upon the kitchen bench were the necessary ingredients, along with dirtied bowls and utensils, and the recipe’s batter that now filled a 6 cup muffin tray. It was a simple batter reminiscent of cake if you removed any of the flavour and joy. If you read Polpo’s handwriting correctly, each of the six mini cakes required their own unique ingredient of flavour: sea salt, wine, orange zest, strawberry seeds, coffee beans, and flower petals.

For the first tin, you sprinkled a pinch of sea salt as the procedure instructed. Bada bing, bada boom.

Wine? You whined and reached into the industrial refrigerator. For ‘special occasions’, you stashed a bottle of red wine towards the back behind all the cartons of milk, eggs, berries, and the like. The recipe seemed special enough, so you splashed the second tin a responsible amount.

Orange zest was normal enough. You carefully grated an orange peel into the third tin and set the fruit down for an afternoon snack later.

Strawberry seeds were a bitch and a half to procure. You fumblingly tweezed a single ripe strawberry until all the seeds joined the batter of the fourth tin.

The fifth tin simply requested six coffee beans. You shrugged and flung them all into the designated cup.

Lastly was the sixth tin that nondescriptly asked for flower petals. Wracking your brain for any idea where you could obtain any, you remembered the irises dying on the front counter. Once you grabbed the healthiest blossom of the bunch, you zipped back into the kitchen in record speed and flicked a few of its petals into the depressing mixture.

With preparations finished, it was time to bake. You stretched your arms in anticipation and placed the muffin tray into your trusty pre-heated oven. Feeling satisfied with your handiwork, you sauntered back to where the recipe rested.

There, you twitched where you stood. The recipe frustratingly had no mention of a baking time written anywhere on the paper. You sighed and dropped the recipe to focus on the oven. With your experience in baking, you deducted that the cakes would be ready in 15 minutes minimum. You kept a small toothpick nearby for when it was time to check the doneness of the cakes.

As the batter tanned and rose in the enclosed heat, the kitchen became perfumed in a combination of citrus, roasted coffee beans and other underlying scents in the mix. You breathed it in, embracing the aroma in your lungs. If your baker instincts were right, the bland goodies would be ready soon. You quickly plucked the toothpick from the bench but as you turned towards the oven, the oven spontaneously exploded.

Smoke and steam violently gusted the oven door open. You shrieked at the thundering clash and lost your footing. Your eyes squeezed shut as a rainbow of colours blurred your vision. The floor was cold beneath your limp form and you hissed, feeling sore where your ass impacted the hard tiles. Fortunately, no butt bones broke.

You slowly got up, rubbing the pain away from your buns and smoothing out your skirt. The bowls and jars on the bench laid askew but the resulting mess was minimal. You cautiously turned the oven off before it could burn down the whole building. When you peeked into its interior, you froze. You expected to find burnt batter slapped everywhere onto its scorching hot walls but instead, an immaculately clean muffin tin sat empty exactly where you set it.

You don’t remember the recipe including hallucinogenic drugs as an ingredient.

You wanted to pause and process everything again but before you could, deep grumbles and groans sounded behind you. Very, very cautiously, you twisted towards the source of the voices, armed with a toothpick for protection.

“God, my head...”

“...What the fuck? Where the fuck are we?”

“A kitchen...? We’re not gonna become someone’s lunch, are we!?”

Three strangely dressed men occupied your kitchen floor. Behind them were three more strangely dressed men. You backed away from them with your tiny toothpick raised in defence as they stirred and arose.

The first man had tousled strawberry blond hair and a pair of cat ears atop his head. Wait, cat ears!? A matching tail with coarsely curled fur swished out of his green trousers littered with holes. He bore an irritated expression as he surveyed his surroundings.

Perplexed, you studied the second man who hid his hair with a distinctively patterned cap. Though you couldn’t glimpse his ears, a tiger-like tail stuck out of his striped leather pants having nowhere to hide with his cropped sweater exposing his rippling midriff. He looked just as confused as you as he stared back.

As expected, the third one also bore feline features. His dark ears folded over his orange headband and his tail frizzed out beneath a yellow, checkered skirt. Shaky slitted pupils settled on your form.

“Who are you and where the fuck are we!?” a tall man with long, white hair from behind the three screamed. His purple lips contorted to bare pronounced fangs. Behind his dark coat was a fluffy white tail puffed up to threaten you.

“W-Who are you and how did you get into my kitchen!?” you counter-screamed.

“So we are in a kitchen...” the yellow skirted boy murmured. His dread could not be described.

“Calm down, everyone! I think I know what’s going on,” a smooth but firm voice called out.

The small sea of upset potential cat cosplayers parted and another potential cat cosplayer came forward. Large ears above his bob cut twitched realistically. Golden zippers glinted in the light and jingled with each step he took. He stopped in front of you, hand on his exposed chest. As crazy as his dotted suit was, he was easy on the eyes. With a flick of his spotted silver tail, you dragged your gaze from his well-toned body to his chiselled face to engage in respectful eye-contact.

“You've met Polpo, correct?”

His companions twitched their ears at the name. You couldn’t help but take note on how organically their ears and tails seemingly moved.

You nodded and wrung your apron absently. “Yes, if you mean that giant man who ate all the sweets here. What about him?”

The catboy quietly hummed and held his chin in thought. “Did he give you instructions to summon us?”

“Instructions?”

Polpo's recipe laid undisturbed on the bench where you last set it. Could he be referring to that?

The spotted catboy must have read your mind. He stepped towards the paper and skimmed its contents.

“I see... So you did,” he murmured, placing the recipe back down.

“Excuse me, but what does Polpo have to do with you all popping out of my oven?”

“Yeah, Buccellati. What does this all mean?” the curly furred catboy chimed in with a creased brow. It was nice to know you weren't the only one left in the dark.

He remained silent for a moment, focused on the lines between the floor tiles before speaking up. “It means that Polpo is no longer our master. By receiving the recipe and summoning us, this woman passed Polpo’s test.” Shifting to an authoritative stance, he demanded the attention of his peers. “Starting today, she is our new owner!”

“UH, WHAT!?” you shrieked. Was that what those weird questions from that giant were really about? About why you work alone? If you like cats? The fucking strawberry seeds?

That recipe was a test in disguise all along?

The others echoed your astonishment with audible reactions of their own. You backed further away from the crowd of cats until you thumped into a solid wall. All eyes were on you.

You weren't ready to be a crazy cat lady—let alone crazy catboy lady!

“Hey, are you sure she's supposed to be our owner? I mean, look! She's wearing a maid costume!” the striped one pointed out. “Maybe the owner is her employer? Or—” he dropped his volume to a whisper, “—sugar daddy?”

“I don't have an employer! OR sugar daddy!” you hastily corrected, hands and toothpick flailing in the air. “I run a maid café and this is what I wear!”

“Oh fuck this!” spat the white, fluffy catboy. “Our lives were perfectly fine in the mafia! Now Polpo wants us to live and work in some fetishist restaurant!? Of course that fat bastard would.”

You glared at him. “What do you mean ‘mafia’? What do you mean ‘living and working’ here? What do you mean ‘fetishi—’”

“We can explain our history and other details later but let’s introduce ourselves first,” the spotted catboy interrupted. As much as you needed answers to your never-ending well of questions, you reluctantly agreed that introductions were in order.

You sighed. “Alright. But you better also explain the whole catboy thing here, too.”

He diffidently flexed his ears. “Of course.” Gracefully, he placed a hand on his heart. “I’m Buccellati. This is—”

“Fugo. It's a pleasure to meet you,” greeted the curly catboy.

“I’m Mista,” said the stripy catboy, gesturing to himself with a gun. That didn’t look too safe. Hey, hold on! He has a gun!?

Fugo nudged the skirted catboy beside him. The boy flipped his switchblade away and pocketed it. “I’m Narancia,” he drawled.

“Abbacchio,” grunted the fluffy one.

Five out of six introduced themselves to you but if you recalled correctly, weren’t there six? You looked around then the last catboy strode forward.

“You may call me Giorno,” he said. Three golden rolls of hair framed his forehead. Behind them were feline ears as you came to expect. A lithe tail curled into a gold ring against his magenta suit.

‘Giorno’. It was funny. You had a cat named Giorno once.

“Nice to meet you all,” you replied. You only wished it was under better circumstances, like not after an explosion or surprise adoption. Meekly, you shared your name to the room which was admittedly a worse experience than introducing yourself to your new class when you changed schools.

“But you'll be our master, right? We should be calling you Master,” piped Narancia.

Fugo crossed his arms. “No, the correct word here would be ‘Mistress’.”

Narancia shrugged. “Same thing.”

Fugo hissed.

As the two began to bicker, Giorno's gentle voiced called your name as he quietly approached you. With his calming demeanour, it was no wonder he was so easy to miss before introductions. His seafoam green eyes shone brightly in the kitchen lights. Something familiar was beneath their vibrant hue and intensity. Where have you seen them before?

He held your clammy hands in his. The sharp toothpick you armed yourself with fell to the floor.

“I, Giorno, promise we'll help you become a café mastar.”

#jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #f!reader #female reader #giorno giovanna #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #guido mista #leone abbacchio #jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #narancia ghirga #neko paradiso #pannacotta fugo #x reader #catboys #hybrid au

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𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; eleven.

✦.⁺ preamable.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.5k+

═ ☆. FOR THE THIRD TIME, (y/n) erased the sentence they’d been writing. Even in the library, they couldn’t focus on their assignments. (Y/n) had three days’ worth of work to catch up on, but their thoughts kept going back to their Stand and Trish and Giorno. The past few days felt like a fever dream.

If (y/n) was being honest, they wanted to try summoning their Stand again to see what it could do, even if they were a little scared. Was there really a way to control it? They couldn’t shake the feeling of something unspooling in their chest, the sight of Narancia’s face losing colour. If Bruno and Trish hadn’t arrived when they did, (y/n) might’ve choked Narancia to death.

Thinking about their Stand also got (y/n) to thinking about Fugo. He had said he’d never done the lighter test, but if he’d hung out with Giorno and Trish, why was that? Had it been during a time before they’d gotten Black Sabbath’s lighter?

It was unspoken, but (y/n) and Narancia had agreed not to bring up going to Giorno’s meeting with Fugo. He was obviously going to tell them not to go. (Y/n) wished he would just tell them why he disliked Trish and Giorno so much. They had a feeling he knew more about Stands than he let on. And he must have been lying about the lighter test. Or not telling the entire story.

Didn’t he warn me about it in the library? Sure, he could have heard about it from other students, but the way he talked about it made it seem like he’d done it before.

(Y/n) fixed their gaze firmly on the textbook questions, feeling a headache begin to pound at their temples. They just wanted to go back to that ride in the Maserati, with the wind blowing on their face and their profile tagged in a beautiful picture. Why were things becoming so complicated?

“That’s the new student that was in Giorno’s picture, right?” (Y/n) didn’t look up from their textbook, but they heard the two female students clearly. They were only sitting a table away and not bothering to whisper.

“Yeah, it is. I didn’t expect that face under those glasses.”

(Y/n) bristled when the two of them laughed.

“Do you think they own those glasses? I’d kill for a pair.”

“Of course, they don’t. Trish was probably just nice enough to lend them.”

Be the bigger person, damnit. Slapping a student is not going to look good on your record.

When the two girls couldn’t get a reaction out of (y/n), they tossed their heads and left. (Y/n) breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were beginning to focus on their work, someone bumped into their table. (Y/n) cut their eyes in the person’s direction.

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to interrupt your studying.” The guy’s tone made it clear he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. (Y/n)’s skin crawled at his smile. He smoothed back his hair, bringing (y/n)’s attention to the weird lime-green colour and ponytail it was in. Something about him made (y/n) uncomfortable.

“It’s fine,” (y/n) muttered.

They watched the guy saunter away through their periphery, meeting up with someone else near the entrance. His hairstyle was just as weird, his ginger hair pulled up into spikes.

A freshman brushed past the dodgy pair. He was in one of (y/n)’s classes.

“Can you move? You’re blocking up the whole damn library.”

The two guys parted, giving the freshman mock-apologies. Ponytail craned his neck to follow the freshman entering the library. He nudged his friend, telling him to watch. As the freshman headed to one of the tables, Ponytail stared intently at him, eyebrows slightly raised. To anyone who noticed nearby, it must have looked like the freshman ran into a chair and launched his books all over the floor. The duo cackled, leaving the library when people gave them dirty looks. A few students helped pick up the freshman’s books, asking him if he was alright.

(Y/n) had only had a vague sense of discomfort before, but now they were sure. They gathered up their things, silently promising themself to finish the work later. Slinging their bag over their shoulder, (y/n) followed the two guys outside, keeping enough distance between them that they wouldn’t notice.

The freshman hadn’t run into a chair. Something had yanked it out from under the table, directly into the freshman’s path. As the freshman tripped, he’d almost seemed to pause in midair. Long enough for the spiky-haired guy to pull his wallet from his back pocket.

The thing had been something vaguely humanoid and translucent. (Y/n) didn’t know a whole lot, but since no one else in the library had said anything, it must have been a Stand. These guys didn’t seem like the type Trish and Giorno would’ve invited, which meant they weren’t a part of Giorno’s grand plan, whatever it was. Did they have something to do with the “bizarre activity” going on? Even if they didn’t, (y/n) wanted to see more of Ponytail’s Stand. How had he controlled it?

The guys left the campus, hands in their pockets, shoulders hunched. They slunk down the sidewalk, people around them giving them a wide berth. (Y/n) had no idea where they were going. They were passing all the establishments most Sapiena students frequented.

(Y/n) slowed their pace when the guys peeled off the main street, turning onto one of the smaller side streets. (Y/n) had never been to this part of the city before. They’d only recently moved here and had kept to the main streets in Naples so it would be easy to find their way back. (Y/n) fell behind a lady pushing a stroller, keeping an eye on the guys over the lady’s shoulder.

Unexpectedly, an arm hooked around (y/n)’s middle and dragged them into the doorway of one of the buildings. (Y/n) tried to yell, but a hand clamped over their mouth.

“Don’t try it,” a male voice said harshly.

(Y/n) was pushed roughly against a door. (Y/n)’s assailant kept his hand over their mouth, painfully wrenching their arms behind them. The door was set a little way into the building, covering them from the view of the street.

Thoughts passed by so quickly in (y/n)’s head they could barely keep them straight. Were they being mugged? Kidnapped? In broad daylight?

“I have questions,” (y/n)’s assailant said, voice low. “I’m going to remove my hand. If you scream, I’m wrenching your arms out of their sockets. Am I clear? Nod if you understand.”

Now would be a good time to summon their Stand. (Y/n) tried to think of the shimmery translucent thread wrapping around their assailant and pulling him off his feet. When nothing happened, (y/n) swore mentally. Resigning themself, (y/n) nodded slowly. They didn’t know anything. Once this guy saw that, he’d let them go.

Their assailant removed his hand. Just as (y/n) opened their mouth, they felt the cold press of a blade against their throat.

“Who are they meeting up with?”

“Who?” (Y/n)’s voice came out a whisper.

“Don’t play cute.” The blade pressed harder into (y/n)’s skin. “You’re going with them to their deal, aren’t you? Who are they dealing with?”

“I don’t know.”

The assailant twisted (y/n)’s arms, making them grit their teeth.

“Let’s try something else, then. Are those two working for someone? What’s their job?”

(Y/n)’s throat was sandpaper-dry, but they were too afraid to swallow. “I r-really don’t know. I’m not with those guys. I was just— I was just following them.”

“Why?” His tone was so sharp (y/n) flinched.

For a moment, (y/n) wondered if they should tell him the truth. Something in their gut told them to risk it.

“I saw something. I-I thought one of those guys had a Stand.”

A pause lasted for so long that (y/n) thought he hadn’t heard them.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n) (l/n).” They could barely hear over the pounding in their ears.

The assailant’s grip on (y/n)’s arms relaxed, and the blade fell away from their throat.

(Y/n) quickly took a few steps away from the door before turning around to see who had grabbed them. Black beanie pulled over silver-white hair. A scowl. Red irises and the whites of his eyes pitch black.

“Risotto?”

If it wasn’t for the fact that Risotto Nero’s major put his classes near (y/n)’s, they would have no idea who he was. Despite him being a mutual friend of Trish and Giorno, the student body didn’t know all that much about him. His profiles were set to private, and he didn’t seem to enjoy the attention the way the other Sapiena elites did. It was really only because of his distinctive appearance that he was recognizable.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I could ask you the same question,” (y/n) retorted. “Is it just your average day grabbing people off the street?” Their eyes went pointedly to the switchblade still clenched in his hand. Risotto clenched his jaw, folding the blade into his pocket. His clothes were unobtrusive but obviously high-end. Black drawstring pants that tapered at the ankles and a close-fitting collared jacket. (Y/n) could just make out the glint of a chain under the neck of his shirt.

“Get out of here.” Risotto brushed past (y/n), peering around the doorway. “Whatever the reason is you're following them is probably stupid anyway.”

“Why, yes, I do appreciate your apology for almost slitting my throat,” (y/n) said, going to check on the street beside Risotto. They could just make out the guys they’d been tailing in the distance.

“If you saw that guy’s Stand, that means you passed the test then?”

“What’s it to you?”

Risotto pinned his gaze on (y/n). Having his eyes on them was incredibly off-putting. (Y/n) tried their best not to show their discomfort.

“You’re new to this whole thing. You barely know what’s going on. Just leave this alone and wait until Giovanna and Una explain everything to you.”

He didn’t wait for their reply. Risotto peeled away from the doorway and began walking briskly in the direction the two guys had taken. (Y/n) marvelled at how easily he was able to blend in with the crowd.

As if I could stay focused enough to finish my work after this.

“Who are those guys?” (Y/n) managed to catch up with Risotto. They were annoyed to find they couldn’t comfortably match Risotto’s pace without doing an awkward half-jog.

“Stop following me,” Risotto said through his teeth. He didn’t bother looking at (y/n).

“Why are you following them? They’re not part of Giorno and Trish’s group, right? I think I would’ve heard about them. Are they dealing drugs or something?”

Risotto didn’t answer.

“Wait, are they?”

Risotto’s steps slowed. (Y/n) slowed too, watching as the distance between them and the two guys grew larger.

“People around campus have been complaining about those two. They like stealing shit, harassing people. There have been rumours that they’ve started offering drugs to people, but I haven’t followed up on that. All I know is that every Friday, they leave campus to go somewhere and don’t come back until late at night. I want to know what the hell they’re up to. I thought you were going with them. That’s why I pulled you aside.”

Sure. Put it like that. “This concerns you how?” (y/n) asked. “Just report them to the police or something.” (Y/n) knew they were being hypocritical as soon as they said the words. Weren’t they also following these two guys?

Lime-Green Ponytail and Spikes stopped just then, heads huddled over one of their phones. Risotto stepped under the awning of a store to wait for them.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t give two shits about those guys. They haven’t done anything to me. But the fact that they both have Stands without taking the lighter test makes them my business. They’re assholes to be harassing people with Stands people can’t even see. I don’t want to know what the cops would think if I told them that.”

(Y/n) hadn’t expected that. Risotto had a point, though. Those two were bad enough without their Stands.

“Did Trish and Giorno send you after these guys?”

Risotto grunted. “I don’t think Una and Giovanna even know who these two are.”

So he’s doing this on his own?

Ponytail tucked his phone back into his pocket and went with Spikes into one of the stores lining the street. Interestingly enough, it happened to be a run-down pawnshop.

“I’m going to tell you one more time to leave this alone. If you get your ass kicked, that’s on you.”

“I’m not worried. Those two guys will drop dead as soon as they see your face.”

The look Risotto shot (y/n) was scathing. He muttered a swear under his breath and tugged down his beanie. Looking up and down the street, Risotto entered the pawnshop and (y/n) followed on his heels.

Narrow shelves ran the length of the pawnshop, filled with all kinds of vintage knick-knacks and old appliances. Overhead, various lamps and faux crystal chandeliers cast down dirty yellow light. (Y/n) felt vaguely claustrophobic in the cramped shop. The two guys were nowhere to be found amid the clutter. Rather than trying to poke around, Risotto surprised (y/n) by heading straight for the pawnbroker.

The old man was crouched behind the counter, polishing old coins in the glass display case. There were so many things hanging on the wall behind him that (y/n) wondered how they all stayed up.

“Two guys just entered this shop. Where did they go?” Right. No preamble, then.

The grey-haired man blinked blearily up at Risotto. He didn’t bat an eye at Risotto’s appearance, which (y/n) gave him kudos for. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A bright blue banknote found its way on the counter. 20 euros. (Y/n) jolted at the sight of it. Was Risotto bribing the pawnbroker? Just like that?

The pawnbroker barely glanced at it before returning to his coins.

“I have a collection of antique rings that might interest you.”

A 10 euro bill was added to the counter. When the pawnbroker didn’t react, Risotto growled, “Tell me where they went before you get yourself hurt, old man.”

The pawnbroker shrugged, smiling blandly.

(Y/n) half-expected Risotto to punch through the pawnbroker’s display case. Instead, he dropped a handful of crumpled 5 euro bills onto the counter. It looked like Risotto was emptying his entire wallet.

The pawnbroker took his time standing up. “Can I ask why you need to find them?”

“They’re friends of ours,” (y/n) cut in before Risotto could snap at him. “We were supposed to meet them?” Hopefully, that would be vague enough that the pawnbroker would let them pass.

“Is that so?” The pawnbroker slowly counted through Risotto’s bills. (Y/n) could see Risotto’s jaw clenching. They nudged him discreetly, silently telling him to be patient.

“They went out back,” the pawnbroker said. He swept the bills neatly into his cash register. “Whatever you’re doing, just try to keep things tidy back there, yeah? I don’t need the cops sniffing around here.” He stepped aside so (y/n) and Risotto could get to the back storage area. Risotto kept his mouth shut with a visible effort and angrily pushed past the pawnbroker.

The pawnbroker blinked innocently at (y/n).

“Are you interested in antique rings?”

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e1-bi · 2 years

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1 = FEMALE, 2 = MALE, 3 = NON-BINARY

Narancia, holding [Y/N]'s hand: Giorno, look at my girlfriend!

Y/N: Go kill yourself.

Narancia: Isn't she amazing!?

Giorno: 🧍‍♂️

Abbacchio: Amazing indeed. You landed a nice girlfriend.

Bruno: Abbacchio no-

Y/N: ABBACCHIO YES.

Narancia, holding [Y/N]'s hand: Giorno, look at my boyfriend!

Y/N: Go kill yourself.

Narancia: Isn't he amazing!?

Giorno: 🧍‍♂️

Abbacchio: Amazing indeed. You landed a nice boyfriend.

Bruno: Abbacchio no-

Y/N: ABBACCHIO YES.

Narancia, holding [Y/N]'s hand: Giorno, look at my lover!

Y/N: Go kill yourself.

Narancia: Aren't they amazing!?

Giorno: 🧍‍♂️

Abbacchio: Amazing indeed. You landed a nice lover.

Bruno: Abbacchio no-

Y/N: ABBACCHIO YES.

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Bucciarati and Abbacchio helping this shy and timid girl he just saved from an abusive family integrate into his gang? Like helping her socialize with them and be friends?

REQUEST: Bucciarati and Abbacchio helping this shy and timid girl he just saved from an abusive family integrate into his gang? Like helping her socialize with them and be friends?

This request has been in my drafts for quite some time but it’s finally getting posted hehe, hope you like it!

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (bruising), female reader

EVERYTHING I WANTED

Bruno Bucciarati has a cold and fast calculating mind, a true professional at what he does within the mafia but it’s no secret to those around him that he also has a warm and kind heart to those in need.

The first to know was Abbacchio. Bucciarati came to him because he has suspicions on a new family that moved into the city. Bruno knew everyone and everything in his area and this new family wasn’t your typical domestic family looking for a new start. Abbacchio agrees to take a look for himself and then assures Bruno that he is not the only one that thinks this family is strange to say the least.

A family of three, a middle aged couple with a young daughter. After some time investigating they discover they were indeed right and the couple had some business with some drug trade from another area. Listening to the voices of the town, the old ladies complaining about noise ar night or families from the neighborhood that expressed their worry for the young teen.

“They never go out during the day, not even for grocery shopping!” “It might be my worn out hearing but I hear them screaming every night” “That poor girl, the hell she might live in...”

Bruno has a plan of action and Abbacchio is quick to follow through. They arrive at their house one evening, taking matters into their own hands. These people were the lowest from the mafia so dealing with them wouldn’t be an issue.

They do put up a fight, screaming that they have nothing to do with any drug trade and that they family is perfectly fine trying to push them out but a box is dropped from the kitchen table and it says otherwise. Bruno can see a glimce of a stand retreat up into a hallway and he calls out his stand, with Abbacchio they take out the couple easily.

Inspecting the house everything is old and worn out, just taking up space. Fridge is empty and not a single bag or can of food around anywhere. Bruno remembers the teen daughter and takes off to find her, she must be hiding somewhere after all the noise.

Walking into one of the bedrooms he notices the single bed and an old wardrobe in the corner of the room, door closed but he knew better. Without taking another step he tells Abbacchio to wait outside for him and the blond complies. Bruno reassured her that she’s safe and that he won’t hurt her and somehow she believes his soft tone of voice, nothing compared to the screams she heard downstairs.

“You have a stand don’t you? You were the one who dropped the box.”

She nods and he invites her to join his gang. Offering shelter, food and companionship. She hesitates but accepts, taking his hand and following out of the house and into the car Abbacchio and him arrived in. The tall silver haired introduces himself and notices the slight bruising in her arms but doesn’t bring it up.

“If you ever need anything and Bucciarati is not around, come to me.”

YN notices he is very serious and probably always frowning from the lines in his face but she thanks him for his kindness. Arriving at where ever they were located, Abbacchio is the first to step out of the car while Bruno and (Y/N) stay in the car. He warns her about the possible chaos going on inside and that Abbacchio is going ahead to let them know she’s coming in.

After a couple minutes Bruno steps out and opens the door for her. As they walk into the place she is hiding behind him, there’s a lot of noise but it doesn’t scream violence but instead she can hear laughter. She peeks from behind Bruno and she is met with new faces, young faces with welcoming smiles and reassuring eyes.

She’s dragged away by the pink haired girl and apparently the only other girl in the house. (Y/N)’s scared at first but Trish tries her best to let her know ‘it’s not that bad’ and to let her know that she joined not long ago as well. (Y/N) finds comfort in having a girl companion and even if she is not opening up as fast as Trish is, she feels safe.

Days start passing and everyone tries to get a conversation out of her to which she widens her eyes and takes off running into Bruno or Abbacchio (whichever is near) and hides behind them. The responsible adult then is quick to come to her rescue, Abbacchio usually screams at them to leave her alone and give her space. Bucciarati on the other hand reassures her that they only mean well by getting to know her and invited them to be more careful with their approach to which the others apologize and try to start over in a more gentle manner.

At dinner she sits between Bruno and Trish, the pink haired is whispering to her and they both giggle. Bucciarati smirks and Narancia and Mista whine about girls being so secretive about everything, they want to be part of the fun too! Someone who got her trust fast too was Giorno, his quiet and calm nature is really comforting to (Y/N) and she enjoys her time in his company. While she giggles quietly at Mista’s and Narancia’s misfortunes, she is still wary over Fugo and his rage attacks, staying as far from trouble as possible but under Bucciarati’s watchful eye they start to interact more often, Fugo find her really interesting and discovers she is pretty clever so he offers to teach her more about her favorite subject in the future to which she accepts happily.

(Y/N) slowly but surely made her way into the gang that she now called a family, training with Abbacchio and strengthening her stand with Bruno. She is happy and smiling again every day thanks to these people who had a great sense of justice and showed her that they cared for her more than her own family could and that’s all she ever wanted.

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