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ophelian-darling · 1 year

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omg hi, you have such a beautiful blog, i like the aesthetic sm and your writings are gold ! i hope you are having a really nice day. <3

okay so, of course only if you want to do it, what about fugo with the prompts 20, 22 and 60?? i love him sm sorry hHAJDJF.

again have a nice day, and thank you for reading this !! ♡

"I'm nothing without you"

"You're acting ungrateful and keep ruining everything I do for you..."

"Don't ignore me, you know that I don't like this"

TW: Toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, Obsession, light swearing.

enjoy ♡

"I really don't know, mother…he's feeling even worse now and I can't let myself do this to him"

"You've been with Pannacotta for years honey… years in which you stood by his side, endured his tantrums and showed him nothing but love and support so he could hurt you even more! you deserve so much better than to remain stuck with someone like him"

You stared at the thrown suitcase across your bedroom floor. you were about to defend your boyfriend and repeat those old promises of faithfulness and affection you swore to him, but her words took a shorter time to be processed as true when you thought about it.

Maybe your affair with Pannacotta wasn't meant to be? you thought that the connection between you was too strong to be broken, only to be proven wrong when you felt your love for him drain like water from the pieces of a shattered vase.

"Do you… think it's right? I don't wanna be the villain here and I-"

"Why are you so hesitant?" she scolded through the line "This is the hundredth time I tell you that it's totally okay… don't feel bad for this happening darling, he'll understand"

You hoped so.

"You're caring too much for his feelings that you forgot about your own, you aren't happy anymore with him so why put the blame on yourself?"

"Stand your ground Sweetheart, don't let him have his way again"

You threw another glance at the suitcase. you've had enough. Pannacotta's ways -whether they are through words or actions- were raising your hackles. It was crystal clear that he had issues and you excused him for them (Starting from the ruthless circumstances he was put through as a child, to when his outbursts made him this way with you) in addition to him promising you to be better for the sake of your relationship.

Well, six years with him wasn't enough for him to change- in fact, he'll never do.

"Are you going to abandon me?" the unmistakable voice of him, doubtful and faintly wry.

You didn't reply. The lack of response urged him to continue, taking slow steps towards your sitting form on the bed "Have you had enough of me? Am I a nuisance to you?"

You are. That's the first answer crossing your mind. That's what you're supposed to say now. He is indeed a nuisance and he had to know it, that if your tender side didn't intervene and force you to choose a more gentle excuse. Fuck.

"Don't ignore me, you know that I don't like this" He pleaded, despair masked by an angry octave of voice. During these years with Pannacotta, you've learned and memorized his tones: the anger of frustration wasn't the same as the anger of melancholy. You only had either to endure his mood, or comfort him depending on the situation and protest with no words.

"I think we're too different to remain together, Panna." you said, clearing every word, not like He needed a clarification of how much you need to get away from him, forever.

His tight expression fell a little, but you carried on nonetheless "I'm afraid that I don't feel for you as much as I used to feel for you before, Pannacotta. it's no use continuing this"

"Was it your mother who told you to do this?" The look on his eyes nearly cracked your resolve.

"It's not like that-"

"You've been waiting for a chance to leave me all alone! I've built so much into being with you only to know that you were ready to forsake me when I'm in such a need for you!" He was practically screaming, raising his hands and waving them around. you're too familiar with this scene.

The atmosphere felt heavy suddenly; your heart clenched at the strange aura around him. not too wrong to assume that something is off and this is not like the previous times you tried to break free from him.

"Panna please calm down! I just want to-" you tried to pacify him, getting closer to his rigid body with caution before being interrupted harshly.

"You just want what?! to simply throw away all of my love behind you as if it was never a thing in your mind?! I've suffered for you while You're acting ungrateful and keep ruining everything I do for you…"

Was it so? your heart sank at his words. all of the letters were lost on your tongue, you merely couldn't respond or know how to ease him.

"Can't you see you're hurting me? have I done something so sinful that you were so quick to leave?" Panna seemed to relax a little, His shoulders loosening up hopelessly.

From red to blue in minutes; your 'boyfriend' (does this term still apply to him? it seems that a change of heart is stirring inside again) had the same pattern of behavior for the very obvious reasons, in addition of holding tight to you and not showing any understanding of what you may feel.

"Panna…" gently as a breeze was his name slipping off your lips, hands over his, trying to appease him unconsciously.

He took it too, unconsciously basking in the contentful gesture. you'd never imagined that you would hear the soft confession out of his mouth.

"You mean everything to me… I have no one else to be with after I lost everything…"

Memory of his sobs on your lap flashed in a second. the day he made his worst mistake- and it'll a sharp wound in his heart to realize he abandoned his dearest friends, a fate he didn't want to have himself.

"I'm nothing without you… and I've never been a thing until I met you…"

Silence.

That was enough to convey his message to you; you wouldn't dare to leave your dear Pannacotta a broken mess all to himself to fix, that if he was even able to.

What was even our argument about? thinking now, until it went to the back of your consciousness just like your mother's words.

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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Can ytu do Fugo and Bruno x male reader (sepayta)

Reader can not spell, like that friend who just texts “dg yau yats lo hant osut?” Translation: “do you want to hang out?”, basically he just cannot sppell :)

Note: This is so funny yet so cute since I struggle with a friend who cannot spell for shit and I’m basically his translator

Character(s): Fugo & Bruno (pls marry me Bruno)

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff

Warning(s): None

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Fugo was used to you not being able to spell, especially since he'd have to sit there for hours helping you spell certain words

When texting it's much worse since you'd let your thumbs tap away and wouldn't even check your spelling

For example, when you wanted to hang out with Fugo and some of his friends you had typed; wnna hafn ogt aed gtw somr icq xreae? (wanna hang out and get some ice cream?)

Not even autocorrect is able to help you at this point

Knowing the others they were very confused and even asked if you had some mental illness

Fugo of course gave them a piece of his mind and translated what you said before responding to you which was a short; yeah, we'll meet you at the usual ice cream place

Yes sometimes he isn't able to understand what you text him, but he'll take as long as he needs to understand before

Bruno here finds your text amusing especially when nobody but him is able to understand what you said

Of course he'll correct you whenever he could which didn't improve nothing but he still does it anyways just to see if it'll help sooner or later

He isn't the type to make fun of your spelling since he can actually see you struggle here and there when trying to figure out how to spell a certain thing

For example the word President, you'll end up typing pfesidnt and clearly got upset since it didn't look right

In all honesty he's a very good friend and loves helping you and your bad spelling out

Need some help with grammar? Go right on ahead and ask him, you don't think this word is correct in a way? He'll correct you right away if you ask

Regardless of your spelling mistakes he doesn't bash you for it and he never will, that's just how the man is

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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If you still have writer's block, I have an idea. A Fugo x Secretary!Reader scenario. Maybe after the events of Part 5, Fugo gets a higher position in Passione and gets swamped with stress and paperwork. That’s when Y/N comes in and assists him.

((It can be Everyone Lives AU or Canon, if it matters.))

Fugo Panacotta x Secretary Reader 📑💜 Scenario

Thanks for the suggestion! Sorry this took me a while to get to. I hope you enjoy this request. This was an amazing idea. It honestly inspired me to do more Fugo content, love that guy. You have a wonderful day. Also I made this scenario based on the canon timeline.

Meme isn’t mine. Enjoy Fugo simps! I know I sure as hell did. What I wouldn’t give to marry him.

Ever since Fugo was able to prove his loyalty to Giorno he was immediately given a promotion in Passione. He was happy with the promotion but the paperwork proved to be cumbersome. His days filled with a ton of paperwork by the time he finished grueling missions. Fugo doesn’t take stress well so his anger became increasingly worse. Poor Fugo was stressed out to the max. Mista and Giorno could notice with ease. Wanting to help his friend Giorno hires him an assistant. Their job would be to do most of Fugo’s paperwork. Any signatures he would need to do or changes would be informed to him. Some of it is classified which is why Fugo would only have access to it.

When Giorno held a private meeting with Fugo the strawberry tie male was relieved. He was drinking his strawberry frappuccino with much bliss across his features. He thanked the don and asked when he would get his assistant. The blonde mafia boss laughs.

“Why right now of course. Fugo, meet Y/n she is to be your new assistant. She will be doing most of your paperwork and she will also be giving you information about your missions.” Giorno gestured beside himself.

You stood beside the don, introducing yourself to Fugo. Fugo shook your hand, understanding your new position. After a bit of discussion between the boys you’re told to start working. Fugo eventually joins you later but he’s busy looking at a file that was given to him. It was for his next mission. You grab his attention handing him two envelopes from his mailbox.

“I really need your signatures for a couple papers. They must be mailed today.”

Fugo nods grabbing the papers as well. It was nice getting handed the easy tasks. You go back to doing paperwork. He looks over to you noting the business casual outfit. He thinks the coffee mug you’re drinking out of is cute. It has painted kittens on it. He immediately finishes up the tasks you asked of him.

“You have a good day, Mr.Panacotta.”

Fugo pauses but you don’t seem to notice, too caught up in your paperwork. He’s never been addressed as such. He does have a high position in passione but he’s never been addressed so formally.

“Call me Fugo. It isn’t necessary to address me by my last name.”

“If you say so Fugo.” You smile drinking your coffee then return to work.

You’re swamped with more paperwork. He’s relieved he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore. Now he can worry about his missions alone. Fugo goes back to reading over a file with the information about his mission.

When he gets back from his long day he’s a bit tired. Not scraped up badly but a couple bruises. You left early since you finished all your work. You left behind a small folder with a sticky note telling him to look it over. He smiled at the tiny flower you drew. Inside the folder you explain all new information he is to do. In one of the pockets you mention how he must sign the papers.

You don’t see Fugo much aside from the mornings. The job is boring and feels longer than it is due to the heavy amount of paperwork. It can be annoying at times but the job pays incredibly well. You didn’t develop a friendship with Fugo until you brought him coffee one day. He was appreciative of it and you two got to talking. It was simple chat but you got to know him a bit better. He got incredibly pissed off when he spilled the coffee on his jacket. You handed him napkins and felt bad for him. The suit looked over priced and it was some bad luck. He sighed and said he didn’t have time to worry about it. He needs to spy for the don, not that you would know. When he returned that same day after his mission you left behind a strawberry danish for him and a note expressing how you think he didn’t deserve a bad day. It made his night since he got back with a stab wound to his face. It wasn’t deep but it stung. He smiled and will always remember your note.

Some days your notes would really cheer him up. He sometimes thinks of them during his mission when the moment allows him to. Somedays you’d invite him with you to lunch. Eventually they turned to dates. Fugo grew a bit awkward and bashful around you. It was certainly an improvement on him. His feelings for you really boosted his mood. Mista, Giorno, and Polnereff were happy his work load improved his mood. They realized you were the one to improve his mood when they caught him awkwardly blushing around you. All you had done was hand him an envelope before leaving for the day.

When Mista was the one to point out Fugo’s obvious awkwardness, they caught him redhanded. His face turned red and his eyes widened at his friends question. Mista laughed and wrapped his arm around him.

“So you’re into secretary’s huh? I get it. You two spend a lot of time together.”

“Of course we do, we work together.” Fugo huffed.

“Don’t ignore my question. I saw the way you looked at her. Oh? What’s this?” Mista snatches the envelope from Fugo.

“Give that back!” Fugo hissed.

“To my one and only Fugo!” Mista gasped.

Giorno’s eyes widened but he’s chuckling. Polnereff is very curious now. He would’ve never suspected Fugo to be dating his secretary. Much more juicer than his soap operas.

“It’s no wonder you’ve been in such a good mood as of late, Fugo.” Polnereff pointed out.

“Yes Fugo. A very good mood.” Giorno says.

“I can’t believe she actually wrote you a poem! She’s head over heals for you! Didn’t make much sense to me though.” Mista tosses the envelope back to his furious friend.

“Of course you wouldn’t understand a haiku.” Fugo insults out of annoyance.

“Haiku? What’s that?” Mista scratches his head in confusion. Not caring about the insult.

Fugo continues to throw insults while Mista brushes them off and continues teasing. Giorno watches with amusement while Polnereff is reading the haiku with am impressed expression. He’s thankful he managed to snatch it for himself because it was quite a romantic poem.

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byakuyacoochie · 3 months

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Bucciarati Gang x Reader

Request: imagine a reader with what I like to call Zoro syndrome where they get lost easily. and always end up incredibly lost

Part 4 spoilers!

A/N: I am very busy & tired with work so formatting with be fixed eventually

The first blue message is supposed to be from mista not reader!!! I will fix tomorrow after work 😭

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nicherayyy · 8 months

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Different anon, but what about bucci gang with a child! South Park! Reader? Abbachio gonna need a lot of wine.

literally Abbachio's personal hell

TW: average South Park experience

Bucci Gang x South Park! Child Reader

Okay so we already know how La Squadra would react

But Bucci Gang? Ohhh, another story

Bless Bruno's heart to be honest

He tries his best just to not lose his shit around you

He's managing

Well, somehow

Bruno just wants you to have a normal childhood :(

And your stories back from South Park

Let's just say he wasn't impressed

More like concerned about your mental health

A cuss word is a big no in this house

(Well, unless Bruno can't hear you)

Your cussing problem is his second biggest issue with you

"SHIT"

"LANGUAGE"

But he's patient with you. As much as he can be.

But Leone is not that patient

First it was type of "why would we take another child into the team" shock, then it was "how are you still alive" shock

Tries to avoid you at some point

Just no. Not today.

Is not impressed with your stories back from South Park either

And how randomly you just say that

Plus your sassiness

He hates it.

Tried to be closer to you especially because Bruno asked him but he just can't manage, for now at least

But it's not like you don't have your special bonding moments

Leone even laughed at your joke once

You're still proud about it

Giorno, just like Bruno, is concerned about your mental health

He knows how some bad treatment can influence a kid

So he really wants to dig deep into your behaviour

It's just no way a kid can be this feral

Talks with you a lot

He just likes to hear your opinion about stuff (even if you find that stuff boring)

"What do you think is a goal of humanity?"

"Ending this stupid philosophy quiz. Seriously dude, I just woke up"

Mista thinks you're hilarious

The way you're behaving is just so funny to him

And of course you get along well

Just don't tell Bruno that he cusses around you sometimes

Likes to hang out with you a lot

Movie nights, car rides, you name it

He enjoys your company that much

His little buddy in crime

He'll get you matching shirts

Fugo can't stand you

Everyone just tries to keep him as far as it's possible from you

They just know better.

And they know the price they will pay if they let you two in the same room

His anger issues is just too much to handle you

Maybe you could find the common ground someday, who knows

Narancia is your other buddy

Of course you sometimes scare him

But meh, he can handle it

Of course he thinks that most of your stories from your life in South Park is a joke

Cause there's just no way that someone would make your friend a part of a human centipede just because he didn't read the rules of usage on his phone

"Oh my god, your imagination don't have limits"

"Imagination???"

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illubean · 5 months

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Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?

Cuddling Headcanons

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me

Warnings: none

Bruno Bucciarati

MOTHER

I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?

he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)

if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works

one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing

if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you

he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(

he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((

he also likes it when you lay on his chest

he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"

IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:

he likes to cuddle with you for comfort

this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance

(can you tell he's my personal fav)

Guido Mista

ah yes my favorite stinky man

first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat

I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass

nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection

he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt

or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass

he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head

Narancia Ghirga

as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group

he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth

or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape

when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles

if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you

he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention

"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"

he's not above sitting in your lap either

basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3

Fugo Pannacotta

another one who likes laying on your chest

or on your lap

he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair

it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3

he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax

give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease

you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you

Giorno Giovanna

honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him

sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break

it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3

I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling

it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don

Trish Una

she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket

like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies

she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33

she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train

another one who likes holding hands

though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you

it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans

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inkpot909 · 7 months

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…” you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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Saw requests open. May I request Giorno, Narancia and Fugo with a short petite girlfriend who’s self conscious about her height? So no short nicknames. I’d like to see how they’d like having a short gf 💗 Maybe their reactions to her standing on her tip toes to kiss them or asking them to reach something for her on the top shelf.

Hii Abella! 😊 Always happy to write for you :)

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Giorno, Fugo and Narancia with a petite S/O

Giorno 🐞

I think that Giorno knows he was supposed to be taller/more muscular, but being malnourished by his mother as a child, he failed to properly develop.

Which means that the idea of making fun of you for your height doesn't even cross his mind from afar. It's not like it's something you can control anyway.

I feel like he'd understand your self-consciousness about your body without you really needing to tell him. The way you look at yourself in the mirror or the comments you make about yourself already clarify everything for him.

Just know that if you ever felt insecure, this boy is ready to fill you with compliments and sweet words until those thoughts go away. He hates to see you criticise yourself, especially for something as insignificant as your height.

He actually thinks that your appearance makes you look cuter than you already are, and it reflects your sweet nature very well. He couldn't imagine you with any other way, he just thinks you're perfect as you are.

He makes you to constantly remind you this, he knows you may still doubt his words from time to time.

Buddy, you won't even have to ask him to get something for you. It's almost as if he has a sixth sense for this sort of thing. Once he thinks you're going to need a book or such, he'll take it down from the shelf and leave it on a table for you.

He doesn't want to see you struggle and figured you might get a bit embarrassed from always asking for help, he prefers to quietly help you as subtly as he can.

Also, I can see him avoiding putting stuff on high shelves in general unless it's absolutely necessary, he knows it must be a pain for you not to be able to do this sort of thing alone.

Definitely likes to take advantage of your figure when it comes to cuddles. Expect a lot of head pats from him, it's one of his favorite ways to show appreciation for you :)

This is a bit extra, but I can totally see him getting down on his knees to kiss your hand or flirt with you, just to make you feel above him, in a sense, and show that he's always at you full service.

He already knew you were going to get on tip toes to kiss him, but he didn't expect you to look so adorable. He'll smile at you softly before gently lowering his head in order to assist you.

He'll definitely pick you up bridal style quite often, so you don't have to struggle every time you try to reach his lips.

Fugo 🍓

Okay, to be frank with you, I don't think Fugo had thought about you possibly being insecure about your height until you hypothetically brought it up yourself.

Not because he doesn't care or he's neglectful to the point of not noticing. It's simply due to the fact that he's never been someone who focused a lot on physical appearance and considers it completely unimportant.

You can basically see hearts in his eyes everytime he looks at you, he could never criticise or believe there was anything wrong with your appearance. He thinks that would be incredibly superficial and hypocritical, considering his own...Fashion sense.

So, when you tell him about this, Fugo is just...Confused. He doesn't get it at first glance, but he's not stupid and can tell it makes you uncomfortable. He'd probably even ask you if anyone ever made you feel bad about your appearance, since it's the only logical explanation to him as to why you'd dislike this aspect of yourself.

Either way, although he doesn't fully grasp this idea, he'll still try his best to make you appreciate yourself like he does.

He's not as good with compliments as Giorno though, so he may sound a bit awkward lol. But I promise he does mean what he's saying and genuinely believes you have no reason to doubt your beauty.

I can even see him writing down what he thinks on paper so that he doesn't come off as extremely embarrassing like he does through words lol.

Whenever he's feeling stressed, Fugo will actually use your appearance for his advantage. In fact, he loves the feeling of leaning on you, specifically your shoulder, when he wants to relax. Your height difference makes it easier for him to do so.

Something similar would happen if the two of your were to read together. He'd shyly ask you if you want to sit on his legs, as he'd let his chin comfortably fall between your shoulder and your neck while you hold the book.

If you ask him to get something for you on a high shelf, he'll just do so without making a big deal out of it. He secretly thinks it's kind of cute and loves to do so, he feels like he's doing something useful.

Do not try to get on a chair to reach it yourself, however, because he WILL get mad. Don't take this the wrong way, he gets that you don't want to bother him, he's just worried you're going to fall off and get hurt.

He's a bit surprised when you get on tip toes, he hadn't realized you had no other choice if you wanted to kiss him. I can see him being conflicted on whether he should lean down on your level or not.

On one hand, he can see that you're struggling a bit and doesn't want to see you like that. On the other, he's afraid he's going to come off as condescending or male even more self conscious.

So he just stands there for a moment contemplating his next move, but you kiss him by the time he actually chooses what to do.

Moreover, your petite body only makes him want to kiss your forehead and the top of your head more than he already would.

Narancia 🍊

Buddy, I don't think you realize how happy Narancia is to have you.

Personally, I think that he was never supposed to be supet tall, but living on the streets only worsened the situation, as he either had very little or no food at all, which caused him to remain...Well, shorter than average, let's say.

Because of this, he's just as self-conscious, if not even more than you are about this. I wouldn't be surprised if someone had made fun of him in the past too.

Which means that, even though he's not usually the brightest, you won't have to say anything to him either before he realizes you struggle with this insecurity too.

Needles to say, it really pains him to see you doubt yourself like this. He's very emphatic and will tell you that he knows what's it like to look at yourself in the mirror and not like what you see.

Nonetheless, he has begun to feel more confident in his appearance ever since you got together, and he wants you to feel the same way.

He would never dare to call you shortie or anything alongside those lines, since he'd be very uncomfortable with it himself.

Instead, he'll always be ready to fill you with praises, compliments and hype you up anytime he gets the chance to. Like- maybe you weren't even feeling bad in that moment, he just thinks you're beautiful either way and wants to let you know.

And he doesn't say this just to make you feel better. He genuinely means every word he speaks, and there's nothing that matters more to him than to make you feel validated no matter what. He wants you to love yourself and your body as it is in its natural beauty, and if you can't do that, he's got enough love himself to make up for it.

Your height is one more reason for him to hug and snuggle you in literally any moment. He loves the feeling of holding you in your entirety, without leaving a single part of your body out.

He loves to piggy back ride you on his shoulders, that way you can feel tall together! And the others can't make fun of the two of you anymore.

Is it partially an excuse just to carry you around? Yes, yes it is, but does it really matter anyway? You're both having a good time and can even triumph over Abbacchio and his bad bitch high heels.

Similarly, the two of you would also use this technique to get something from a high shelf if both of you were too short to reach it...Although you have fallen off a couple of times because of this-

If he's tall enough, however, he'll help you out without a single moment of hesitation, you can tell something as simple as this makes him happy. He has the hugest grin on his face, and he hands it to you like he had just delivered some legendary object after a dangerous quest.

He's just glad his height can actually be useful for once and you don't consider it a flaw, it makes him very grateful to have you by his side.

When he sees you get on tip toes to kiss him, Narancia literally can't contain his excitement nor can wait for you to actually reach his lips. He'll just pick you up, hug you and swirl you around before kissing you himself.

No, he will not let you go after this either.

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lumibuns-blog · 2 years

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For @horseys-blog <3

How the Bucci Gang reacts to having to sleep next too their crush

Bucci gang x reader

Buccarati

Oh lord, he's not letting you go alone tonight, you were so beat up from the last battle it would be unsafe for him to leave you alone

But when you told him you only had one bed and INSISTED he not sleep on the floor he was shaken up a bit

Totally protectively grabbed you in his sleep and didn't let you go even when he woke up, he was lucky to get this close to you

Made you breakfast when he woke up

Abbaccio

He didn't want to (he totally did) sleep next to you thats just how it happened you were stuck in the same bed because Mista had insisted he wasn't sleeping with narancia again so he was sleeping in the same bed as you, which was fine, right?

Nope.

So now he was here, arms at his side, not moving, he was so glad you were asleep because now you couldn't see his red face

God he tried to be smooth but so close to you he just couldn't hold up the act anymore

He gently moved his arm closer to you, just like he had hoped, you grabbed onto him

He could die happy, his life is complete

Giorno

Actually very chill about it

Bruno didn't have enough rooms? Alright he can sleep next to you.

Actually asks you if you want to move closer when you start shivering and you gladly curled into him

His arms were wrapped around you and your legs were tangled by the morning

Needless to say Mista and Narancia have pictures

Fugo

This is fine, he is fine, he is toootally fine, is what he thinks

But

Noooope he is burning up so much he takes the blanket off, his mind says leave but his heart says "just hug themmmm"

He can't bring himself to do it so he's a bit glad when you move closer

"Umm uhhh" he's stuttering he can't think straight

But he might take Mista up on a dare again if it means being close to you

Mista

He is the one grabbing you this time

He has waited so long for this chance he is not letting it go

Probably boops your in your sleep, you're just too cute right now he can't help it!

He holds onto you for dear life, but he gets so red when you grab onto his shirt in his sleep, put your nose in his neck, he might pass away right there

Teases you about it for week

Narancia

Unlike the others he invited you to sleep over!

Falls asleep while watching a movie, like full on on top of you, spread eagle

Wakes up and is about to apologize and move off but he sees you face he can't bring himself to move

You look so peaceful he doesn't want to wake you up!

So he just stays, comfortable and happy on your chest <3

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rae-pss · 2 months

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Hello! can I ask you about the Bucciarati Gang with a character whose Stand can only copy other people's Stands. For example, if, when they got into the Gang, they would constantly carry a “therapy animal” with them, but in fact it is a Sando-user animal, and the character simply copies its abilities. the truth is revealed when, due to danger, the pet was convinced or died and the character had to use the Stands of the gang members. sorry if there are too many conditions here

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . this one took me quite a time, i didn't even know what to write specifically. wishing i understood it correctly (😭). i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, i didn't specify the animal but the stand is called "the animals", 349 words.

the group never questioned your constant companion at all times of the day, even accepting that wherever you were, your pet would surely accompany you.

neither could they think much about how affectionate the animal was at times with them, simply accepting that as normal for the creature. little did they suspect the real reason behind this peculiar behavior was because, through direct touch, your stand could use its abilities.

which ended up ruining your plan to keep your ability a secret as much as possible when, during a tough battle, [the animals] left your side and ended up getting between narancia's legs, which led to the appearance of a second [aerosmith] through the skies.

that was not what you expected, neither you nor anyone else for a matter of fact; but there was nothing you could do, not when the small plane was already in flight and visible to everyone present.

there was no time to waste when the battle was so complicated.

it was not until once it was over, once some calm was felt in the atmosphere that the group went towards you in search of the long-awaited answers.

and, that was when you had to explain to them everything you once avoided sharing about your stand. an accumulation of information that you had hidden from their knowledge for all that time you were in the group.

in general, this lack of confidence on your part hurt everyone, to a greater or lesser extent.

that you distrusted it to such an extent was expected as it was painful for those who wore their hearts on their sleeves.

the event ended in a displacement, a kind of wall that separated others from you. one that was breaking as they accepted what happened and you asked for their forgiveness, at least from those who were most hurt.

after that bump in the road, everything returned to how it used to be. only now they understood why your companion was so affectionate in those moments. some even tease you by arguing why you might need their stands right away.

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mrsgiovanna · 2 years

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Team Bucciarati reacting to their s/o saying "I love you"

Listen, this is just me brainrotting, it started off with me crying over Gio probably not hearing those words said to him and how he'd react and then snowballed into thinking about small scenarios with the gang

Bruno Bucciarati

Hand in hand, walking on the promenade, with the pretty Naples sunset as your backdrop... that's how you said it...

"I love you, Bruno" you said with a soft smile. He managed to remain stoic and elegant as the wind mussed up his usually immaculate hair. You could tell he had been moved by the way the blush dusted his and the tip of his ear when he moved a stray lock of hair. His grip on your hand tightened as he turned you to face him fully. Taken with how your form glowed, limned by the setting sun, he cups your cheek and returns the words with more affection in his eyes than you've ever seen before.

"I love you too... I had this moment planned out in my head, but that doesn't even come close to this,"

It was your turn to blush, your sudden shyness earning a small chuckle from Bruno, a small tug towards him saw you hiding your face in his chest, the moment was perfect, nestled in the arms of the one who knew you best.

Giorno Giovanna

What started as a simple act to make chocolate chip cookies to quell Giorno's craving had disintegrated into the floury, chocolatey mess you both were in. Your breath mixed with his as you looked up to try and dust the flour off his face and his hands ghosted over the chocolate smudges on your face before he decided it would be better (and tastier) to kiss them away. With giggles wracking your body and tears threatening to spill, the words left your lips and his life was never the same again. Over and over, it resounded in his mind... "I love you Giogio..."

Your laughter tapered off when you heard his breath hitch and saw his eyes shine. You were no stranger to his past and knew he wasn't the best at receiving affection just yet. Cupping the sides of his handsome face you reassure him with a smile, "you don't have to say it back, just know that I do... more than anything." The affection in your gaze coupled with the gentle way in which you spoke made him feel truly loved and gave him the courage to say it to you too.

"No no, I love you too... so much... I'm not the best at these things, but I feel thd same way... wait, I'll say it in the best way I know, close your eyes" he said as he started to glow and the utensils around you had turned into flowers. He quickly arranged them to spell it out and asked you to open your eyes with a kiss... where words had failed him, his gestures were unmatched.

Leone Abbacchio

Wine flavoured kisses in the arms of the one you loved most... lazy Sunday afternoons were your favourite time in the week. Sitting with your legs across his lap sharing a pair of headphones, neither of you were particularly interested in the music that played. You played with his hands rambling about how yours fitted so perfectly in his, played with his hair and marveled at his chiseled face... he was perfect and he was yours, just as you were his.

"Leone?" He answered you with a low hum,just as he did the first five times.

"I love you!" He froze for a second before smirking with a witty comeback

"A terrible decision really," you knew he meant it as a joke so you played along, "You're not my dad, stop lecturing me"

"Oh? That's not what you said- "

"Oh just shut it, I don't know why-" he silenced you with a kiss and simply said, "I love you too,"

Pannacotta Fugo

Fiercely intelligent and talented, Pannacotta was the most interesting person you knew. You knew of his troubled past and momentary outbursts, however you had also seen the genuine kindness and wit that existed within him as well. From then on, it became your mission to help this beautiful man see himself the way that you saw him. You listened to him as he played a melody on the piano that occupied the far corner of the sunroom. He had recently taken up the instrument again and you were enamored by how effortlessly he was able to make music that spoke directly to your soul. Transfixed by the music and by how handsome he looked while concentrating that much, you walked over to him as if the notes themselves had moved your feet and lavished him in praises once he had stopped. It was so endearing to watch how his cheeks flushed at your compliments.

"You're the most talented person ever, I love you Panna," you say as you wiggled your way into the space next to him on the bench, smiling your gentlest smile. The gentle flushed had turned to crimson as he searched for his words to reply. "I... I love you too..." amethyst eyes met yours, and your heart fluttered forcing you to look away for a moment to still your erratic heart. It was his turn to admire your flustered self, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Guido Mista

Stumbling your way around the VIP lounge at Naples finest club, you both inched your way through the crowd to get to the entrance. His arm protectively around your waist, flustered expressions on each of your faces, you were proud to be on his arm and he was just as taken with you. Finally outside, you decide to go home rather than going to another spot. He opens the door for you, and helps you into his fancy sportscar before entering the drivers side of the vehicle. Along the drive home, he kept looking at you to make sure you were okay, you kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, chalking it up to the drinks that were swimming around in your system.

"Doin' alright there, dollface?" You grasped the hand rested on your leg and replied that you were fine, glad to be away from the crowd and just with him. He always knew when your social batteries needed recharging, in fact he was in tune with most if your moods and it astounded you.

"I love you Guido, I love you so much," he looked at your doe-eyed expression with a confident grin, "of course princess, I love me too". You were about to fling his hand off your leg when he pulled into the driveway of his villa, switched the car off and grasped be sides of your face and said it back to you. You still sulked, but he'd remedy that by kissing you until he got to see your smile.

Narancia Ghirga

If sunshine was personified, it would take it his form. Fun-loving by nature, there was never a dull moment with Narancia, and you had cherished every moment with him, just as he did with you. You had been cleaning each other off after a particularly intense paintball session, his soft curses directed at Mista about how you could've gotten hurt not escaping your attention, when you were reminded of the other side of him. The other side of Narancia, the caring side that would see him put himself in danger if it meant saving you, and the flood of affection hit you, "Its okay baby, see? It's fine" you reassured him, cupping the sides of his face. Seeing the worry dissolve and give way to his usual sunny smile was enough to confirm it for you.

"I love you, Nara ♡" you say, hands linked around his neck playing with his hair. He instinctual pulls you into a tight hug and mumbles his affirmations about how much he loves you into your shoulder. He wishes he was the first to say it but this moment was perfect as it was, all because it was you.

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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thinking about how I only held my partners hand yesterday after MONTHS of dating.

so especially if you don't initiate, I feel like similar would happen if you're dating: jotaro (cause he's bit touch averse at first I imagine and not overly physical affectionate immediately, also a bit awkward), kakyoin (cause he's a lil shy but it won't be MONTHS cause he'll put that charm to use), koichi (cause he's shy and new to dating and doesn't want to make you uncomfy), abbacchio (scared to make you uncomfortable too and appearing weak in front of everyone else), fugo (scared you'll find his hands gross or sweaty or he'll hold too tightly or aaa a a goes on anxiously), and risotto (he's worried he'll crush your hand he's so big and mighty and you're so precious he doesn't want to ruin you aka he's just worried and needs time to open up).

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i-am-a-fraud · 1 year

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Kind of love

Abbachio x reader

This is a song fic I just picked a random Playlist and put it on shuffle and selected a character it fit.

Song: kind of love by DIAMANTE

Nsfw themes

Minors don't interact or do I really just need to say that to cover my ass it isn't even that bad

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Abbachio is no "sex god". Face it he never was. He maybe had a few flings here and there because he was never in a serious relationship.

Now that he has you a semi serious relationship he tends to hide from everyone else for personal reasons he has no need for flings of being a whore.

He never really shows or talks about how he feels. It is frustrating. Yes, but that's his kind of love. When his eyes roll back too far, that's when you start to learn what he really is.

Lipstick stains on the carpet and on your neck

He only ever shows you who he really is behind closed doors. He is a kind lover who makes you feel so pretty

Together alone you are just two kids in love

His kind of love is behind closed doors and private

He is typically very straightforward when it comes to sexy time

But he still does have handcuffs. There is always a safeword. He tends to be unintentionally rough. He is caught up in the moment of it all to even care really but your established safeword easily snapped him out of it.

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cloverque · 7 months

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paper heart (prosciutto)

masterlist, ch 2: the wolf and its flower

the aftermath of the party still bothers you until this day. nevertheless, with only one day left before take off, you decide to get your head in the game. but who would you meet in the streets of naples today...?

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The sun's shining a little brighter than usual today, you thought. From the cracks between your fingers, you gazed at the sky. In your grasp was a lacy parasol, which you promptly opened up and held overhead. A pair of children kicked a ball past you and ran into the alley you stepped out from.

The weather forecast stated that today would be a sunny day with no clouds in sight. They were right for the most part; but there was no way this summer heat was just thirty degrees celsius.

As you strolled down the streets of Naples, you thought about the gala– a numbing memory that burned itself in the corners of your mind. You stopped at a pedestrian crossing, staring pointedly at the traffic light. Glaring red flashed languidly.

Giorno and you had not spoken since that day. Shortly after meeting his fiancé, you slipped away using your stand. Knowing Giogio, he was sure to notice something was amiss, especially when you missed this week's tea party. But he never reached out once.

I wonder if he even cares.

Stunned by the intrusive thought, you shook your head to dispel it. Today was the last day before your mission. This was not the right time to brood over a man– you knew better than that. Relationships and familial ties were the leading cause of failure in missions. You were certain not to disappoint.

Red switched to green and you began crossing the road. As you gripped your parasol, you stared ahead.

But when I return, I'll tell him how I feel. That's fine... right?

. . .

Today's goal was to rendezvous with your coworkers. For years, you have received job details directly from your capo, Signora Lucia. This time, you were instructed to contact a man named Murolo: a member of Passione's information analysis team. He was to brief you on the intricate details of the mission– and like it or not– this likely meant he knew of your position in Passione. Few knew of your identity, and you disliked the idea of another person on the list, but it was a small price to pay.

You continued strolling the streets when you passed by an alleyway. A faint mew alerted you and you perked up. Peering from the shadows was a tiny creature, its tiny tail twitching and ears raised. In its hairless glory, a young Sphynx cat beckoned you closer.

Squatting down, you put your hands on your lap. You cooed and smiled tenderly at it.

The kitten's ears shifted independently before padding over to you. It met your outstretched hand halfway and rubbed its head against your fingers. You gushed in awe and began petting it.

Your smile faltered when you sensed an ominous presence behind you. Instinctively, you dropped low and spun, kicking your leg out to knock them over. Bullseye; you landed a perfect blow and they fell over.

"Mew!" The kitten fled into the safety of the shadows as you righted yourself to full height, towering over the stranger laying on the floor.

It was a man in a trench coat. A hat and a pair of sunglasses laid a few feet away from him, its lenses shattered and fragments dispersed randomly on the concrete.

"Oh... geez," A groan rumbled from his throat. The man lifted his head, "I didn't know Italians welcomed foreigners with violence."

You met his eyes, "I think anyone with some sense would know that it's rude to sneak up on people," You refuted.

The man sighed as he combed his fingers through his hair. His other hand flapped at you weakly in a 'whatever'.

The stranger was quite the looker, with dark layered hair that curled around his nape. From the shadows of his lengthy, disheveled fringe, there laid a deep scar that ran vertically down his lip to his chin. Contrasting with his Eastern features, he owned a pair of emerald green eyes. Huh, those eyes. They looked an awful lot like a certain mafia boss in mind.

"No offence, but you look like a mobster, signore."

The man hauled himself onto his feet, rubbing his behind. "First you knock me over and now you insult my style? Consider me charmed."

He scooped up his hat and slapped it onto his head. When he gathered his broken shades- or what was left of it- another groan left him.

You cringed at the lenses-less frame in his hands. "I'm sorry... Would you like me to replace those?"

"They're a vintage piece from an auction I scored in London. There's no way you'd be able to afford it," he muttered. He chucked it into a trash bin and dusted his hands.

Well that was haughty... It certainly does look quite pricey. But when you play a stupid game, you get a stupid price.

He began gathering the goods– or what was left of it– into his paper bag. Fallen produce littered the alleyway, tomatoes squashed and bottles of herbs shattered. As he stuffed a can of cat food into his paper bag, he raised a brow.

"You know what? There is something you can do to make up for it."

You gazed at him questioningly.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The jar in your hands was twenty euros. A singular jar of organic gherkins. Out of anything in this world it just had to be pickled cucumbers. And unreasonably, 'high quality all-natural' gherkins, to boot.

Your head swiveled to the ravenette, "This is ridiculous."

"What are you on about?" He scoffed when he snatched it from your grasp. "I know my worth."

You stared in disdain as he carted it. To make up for it, this stranger made you tag along to replace his groceries. All that was broken and ruined had to be replaced by you. At first you weren't too miffed about it until you saw the sign outside the store.

Penny's Organics. That second word was enough to send you running to the hills. Nevertheless, you were a woman of your word, so here you were.

You checked your watch; half an hour left. The meeting would start soon and you had better hurry. However, the man beside you (who was pondering over Italian herbs) prevented you from scurrying off.

"You must be seriously loaded to afford eating like this," You muttered as you walked beside him, holding the other handle of the basket. Down the aisle, he selected a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Another eighty euros. He placed it atop a pile of similarly overpriced goods in the cart.

"I'm just paying attention to my health. The garbage most people put into their bodies is astounding. Believe it or not, this is the way to live better, with better food."

"But this is a luxury," you said as the both of you beelined for the cashier. "Realistically most people can't afford to pay this much for groceries. You're privileged, signore."

You lifted the basket onto the conveyor belt. The clerk in charge began scanning the goods.

"That'll be three hundred and sixty three euros," The lady glanced expectantly at the two of you. She tilted the scanner in hand. "Cash or card?"

You side eyed the stranger and he stared back. Reluctantly, you pulled out your purse and took out your card. You sighed and handed her the little silver rectangle.

"Card, please."

What happened next was a blur. When you blinked, you found yourself sitting in a little coffee shop. The same shop that you were told to meet Murolo and Prosciutto. And for some reason, the foreigner was seated on the other side of the table. A set of matching parfaits were on the table. Yours remained untouched, spoon sunken in a pool of whipped cream.

Uh... This is the part where we go our separate ways... Right?

Almost as if he had telepathy, he responded, "Why do you look so confused? This is my thank you."

Your eye twitched, "What for? For putting a dent in my bank account?"

"If you'd like to put it that way," The ravenette chuckled. He scraped the bottom of the glass before checking his watch. You blinked once and a wad of cash was now sat on the table.

"What's this for?" You pointed at the money.

"Ah, leave some here as a tip for the staff. You can keep the rest," He replied as he adjusted his hat and got up. Your confused expression prompted him further, "I was just kidding when I asked you to pay for my groceries. That would be dishonoring my family name."

"Ah, your name– I don't know your name," You stammered, your eyes dashing from the cash to him.

The foreigner froze and held his chin in thought. Then his eyes crinkled as he smiled from ear to ear, "Let's just hope we never meet again, lady," He laughed. Then he walked out the door and left.

You sat in the cafe, alone, an uneaten parfait still waiting for you. In the afternoon heat, cream dribbled down the sides of the glass.

Not too long after, the first person showed up. A lithe man with a Borsellino hat approached you cautiously, a brown leather laptop bag in his hands.

"(l/n), is it?" The man enquired, his voice low in secrecy, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Murolo, I presume," You exchanged a handshake. "Please, call me (y/n). I'm assuming you already know who I am, so there's no need for any false airs."

He nodded. His eyes were a cunning slant, reminding you of the visage of a shifty fox.

"Indeed, I know everybody in this organisation. In fact, I'm well acquainted with your capo and your team," Murolo smirked, "But I digress. Let's begin, shall we?"

The two of you sat down and he produced a laptop. He slid it towards you, gesturing to open it, so you did. The screen had only one folder present, which you clicked open. A document popped up instantly.

"This mission involves a Chinese diplomat. His name is Luo Langfei–" Murolo said as you scrolled down the word document. A character study had been prepared, and the photo attached showed a middle-aged man sitting on a couch, "–He's a member of a triad in the motherland, a sly fella who pulls strings behind the scenes in the drug trade."

"I can see where this is headed but how exactly does this involve Passione?"

Murolo hesitated. "Lately, we caught wind of suspicious activities between his group and ours."

You reclined in your seat, "You mean some of our men have had dealings with Langfei?"

"Correct," The man pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket. He set it on the table and opened it. A thin vial was before you. Inside it was a red flower with few petals. Most of them had decayed and shriveled, resting at the bottom.

"I'm sure you know Panacotta Fugo. Giogio sent him to investigate these rumours. He found a number of these vials among our men. They refused to spill the beans about its whereabouts, except for one guy. But at the mention of Langfei..." His brows furrowed and he lowered his voice.

"Fugo said that it was a horrifying death. Out of nowhere, hundreds of roots burst out from the man's guts. A long stem sprouted out of his mouth shortly and he suffocated. A red flower bloomed as the man's muscles began atrophying rapidly. He was pronounced dead on the spot."

A long moment of silence followed. Something heavy hung in the air, something akin to horror and discomfort. A lump sat in your throat, and you swallowed hard. Was it wrong for you to say that you were glad it wasn't you who witnessed that?

You held your chin. Could that also be why Fugo insisted on escorting you during the gala? Had you known what he saw, you probably would have cut the poor guy some slack. Feeling a tinge of guilt, you closed your eyes.

"That's a horrible way to go... even for a traitor. So Giorno thinks this flower has something to do with it?"

"You hit the nail on the head. This flower here is the same as the one that killed the man. And–" The man in the hat leaned forward. He gazed around before continuing, "–A week ago, the men who attacked the gala carried this flower. We don't know yet of its purpose, but Giogio thinks all of this circles back to Langfei."

You rubbed your chin, thoughtfully. "And so this is where I come in, right? My partner and I will investigate this diplomat. And if it turns out he's the one responsible..."

"I believe that's what I'm here for. His blood will be on my hands."

Standing beside you was none other than a certain blonde from the gala. Your partner and an infamous mobster from the Assassination Team. A wine-purple suit was draped over his shoulders. His hair was styled the same during the gala, pushed back and secured in tiny little notches along his head.

In the bright daylight, you could see the lines under his eyes, a declaration of his age. His blue eyes fell on you, and they widened slightly.

"Hm, I didn't expect to meet you again, signora," A corner of his lips tilted up in a faint smirk, "This must be what people call fate, huh?"

Your lips twitched in a grin, "Perhaps you're right."

Murolo checked his watch. The blonde sat beside you, listening to the informant's brief rerun of the information. As Prosciutto was brought to speed, you began to zone out. Unfortunately, your daydreams ended and you were slapped back to reality by Prosciutto's questioning tone.

"Huh? We're gonna go that far for this mission?" From the slack of his jaw, it seemed he was caught off guard.

You side-eyed him, what's got his panties in a twist? You raised a brow questioningly at the informant across you. The little man with a hat carried an amused expression on his face.

"Did the boss not tell you? For this assignment, the two of you will be playing husband and wife. And you're going on a little trip around the world."

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Murolo left the cafe first. Prosciutto and you followed after some time had passed. You silently walked together, down the quiet streets of Naples as dusk painted it in its hues. Your parasol hung from your arm as you drowned in your thoughts.

Tomorrow marked the beginning of the mission. What surprised you was how hastily it was planned. Giorno was sure to receive a nagging from you when you returned, how could he not consult you on the fact that this mission would precariously hinge on your acting skills? Would it even work out? Could you really pull it off?

"I didn't think the boss would want us to go this far," You gazed at the man who broke the silence. A cigarette bud rested between his lips. "I've never done something like this before."

"Same here. The most complicated work I've done was..." You held your tongue, "Well I've never had to play hanky panky with a coworker before."

"'Hanky panky?' We don't have to go that far," He frowned, seemingly displeased with the joke. "Besides, if they wanted a flirtatious man, they should've chosen Melone... Wait, that sounds like a recipe for disaster."

He began murmuring to himself. It seemed like he was putting in a lot of thought into this too. The blonde seemed like a precautious individual. He must be capable, if they selected him among his peers. Maybe the two of you could pull this off.

Taking a few steps forward, you stopped in front of him and gazed up at him. The two of you stood beside a brick-wall building.

"Well, if we're going to pretend to be married, we'd better start practising," You smiled. And I know just how we can do that."

Confusion shone in his eyes as you smiled cheekily. You hooked an arm around his and began pulling him along. He stumbled a little and the bud in his mouth fell onto the floor. As you dragged him down the streets, chattering with ideas, an onlooker in one of the building's units watched from their balcony.

The owner of a pair of emerald green eyes watched curiously, a sphynx cat on their lap. Besides a vase of bright red flowers, a can of cat food sat on a table in the balcony. Deft fingers scratched the creature's wrinkles, eliciting a contented purr.

"I see," He muttered, his eyes following the pair in the street. "This will be interesting."

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