#and abbacchio goes 'wait wait bruno what the fuck you can see me how the fuck can you see me youre alive'
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both of them are dead but one of them is a walking corpse and the other one has left his body (still bleeding out on the ground btw) and now things are weird
#sorry i just had this stupid scene in my mind and it went from being really heartbreaking to hilarious#like imagine they stand there and theyre all crying and bruno turns around to try and keep himself together#and he just locks eyes with abbacchio#who is also dead on the ground.#and abbacchio goes 'wait wait bruno what the fuck you can see me how the fuck can you see me youre alive'#and bruno is like 'uuuuuuuuhhhhhh yeah about that lol'#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba spoilers#vento aureo#bruabba#leone abbacchio#bruno bucciarati#bruno buccellati#i struggled for way too long getting the fucking duration of TWO SINGLE FRAMES right. i hate animating what the fuck#how do you guys do that
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Can I request the one where La Squadra thought the reader was pregnant (when she just actually visited her kid) situation for Bruno's gang?
Mother Mother- Bucci Edition
Team Buccerati x Reader (Fem), Platonic, SFW
Bruno Buccerati is feeling restless. He's not one to pry, but your behaviour lately is starting to concern him. Leaving the base for hours without explanation is no cause for worry in itself, after all, you're not obliged to inform him of your whereabouts 24/7 and you're hardly the only one on the team who does this, but together with the ceaseless obsession with cutting your finances, the uncharacteristic melancholy and the jolt of panic whenever your personal circumstances become the topic of conversation all add up to a bad picture.
The final straw for Buccerati came today, in which while passing you idly on the sofa he caught sight of the word 'parenthood' printed on the title of the leaflet you were reading. He didn't see the rest of what it said, but your guilty smile at being caught spoke well enough for itself.
Buccerati truly does feel bad about this, but with how defensive you become at even the smallest sign of confrontation, he sees no other choice. As he watches you depart your bedroom and head into the bathroom, he waits quietly for the rush of water from the shower, before sneaking into your unlocked bedroom unnoticed.
He will make clear, he thinks to himself as he pilfers through the loose paper on your desk for that leaflet, that he is not angry. If it's what your heart is set on, he isn't even that opposed to the idea of you raising the baby yourself. The squad is decently paid and their work isn't as dangerous or all-consuming as some, so they can manage. He even feels a little bit of excitement at the thought of helping you with your offspring. He's only doing this because it can't be healthy for you to conceal your pregnancy like this. Children have always been such precious things to him.
A pink leaflet flits off of the desk and Buccerati picks up his prize. He reads the title in full.
"Parenthood for the Parents of Hospitalised Children: What Doctors Advise"
Ahh. Now that changes things. Buccerati feels his heart sink at the sight of the stock image of a mother and father standing over the bedside of a sickly-looking girl. He guiltily returns the leaflet to its former place and tries to reorganise the paper as he found it, before exiting quickly.
Having learned his lesson well about making assumptions on too little evidence, Buccerati sits down with his phone book. There's a fellow on one of the intel teams who owes him a small favour, and it's time he called on it.
“Hello, it’s Buccerati, could you do something for me quickly? I need you to check the records of all the hospitals in Naples that hospitalise chronically ill children, and take a look through the names of the patients in the children's ward," he requests. "There's a specific surname I'm after, hang on, I'll find it for you." Buccerati racks his brains. If there's one thing he's certain your being honest about it's your real name. He pulls it from his memories and relays it to his friend. "No, no need to take any action once you find them. Just let me know the details, particularly of the illness. Very well, thank you," he concludes the phone call and hangs up. He leans back in the seat and sighs.
He barely gets half an hour to rest before the phone rings.
"Oh hello, that was quick. Did you find them? That's excellent. What did the records say?"
The agent relays his findings. Matching the surname he gave him is a little girl about 5 years old, currently residing in the hospital closest to Buccerati's base. The child is suffering from a frightful condition that, although rarely fatal with treatment, can leave sufferers in need of constant medical care for months on end, along with more minor support for years after.
The most concerning thing about the records is that the agent was able to find visitation logs attached to the data, and they all speak of a single, anonymous visitor with recorded visits matching perfectly with the dates and times of your disappearances.
Buccerati thanks the agent and promises to wire him a little money for his quick and extensive help. Hanging up, he broods deeply. He cannot simply allow your suffering to continue if there's anything, anything at all he can do to help.
He is broken from his trance by the sounds of panicked footsteps running in from the hall. He catches sight of Mista and Narancia sneaking in from the hallway, and is struck by the immediate impression that they are by all definitions, up to no good.
"What's the matter you two? You seem startled," he presses them patiently. He is met with two loud sounds of 'uhhhh'.
"Nothing Buccerati, we swear it!" Narancia promises.
"Yeah! In fact, we were just going to the shops and were arguing over what to get!" Mista backs him up. Buccerati rolls his eyes and smiles.
"Alright. Not too much sugar, Narancia? We don't want to find you being sick in the bathroom at two in the morning again, do we?"
"It's not me you have to worry about doing that now," Narancia mutters under his breath.
"Pardon?" Buccerati asks, confused.
"Nothing! We should go now!"
The boys immediately make their exit out the front and disappear down the street. Bruno tuts. Sometimes he thinks he'll never understand that lot. He smiles.
As he replays the encounter in his head, it occurs to him what that strange item poking out of Mista's pocket was. The leaflet from (y/n)'s room. Shit.
"Mista? Narancia? I think we should have a word please!" Buccerati shouts down the entry street. But it's two late, they've both disappeared out of earshot. Buccerati throws his hands up in despair, and returns to his room.
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Abbacchio knows what he sees. Mista and Narancia go running down the street and about 20 second later, Buccerati goes out shouting. As Abbacchio watches Buccerati return to the house in defeat, he makes a decision. He's had enough of those kids and their petty little antics. If Buccerati doesn't have it in him to set them straight, he will.
"You look pressed," Fugo remarks as Abbacchio pushes past him in the corridor.
"None of your business. Mista and Narancia are up to no good and now I've got to go and find them," Abbacchio grunts.
"Narancia?! But he promised me he'd work on his assignments tonight! Little bastard, I'll kill him!" Fugo fumes.
"Will you now? Better keep up then," Abbacchio says, throwing on his coat.
It doesn't take them long at all to find Mista and Narancia. Indeed, they're cowering in the very first alleyway left of the house.
"We can explain," Narancia promises.
"I bet you can," Abbacchio mutters half-heartedly.
"Take a look at this!" Narancia urges them. He pulls a pink leaflet from Mista's pocket and rereads it himself. "It says 'parenthood'. We found it in (y/n)'s room. Does that mean she's pregnant?"
"Why in god's name were you snooping around in (y/n)'s room?" Abbacchio interrogates them.
"Furthermore Narancia, you can't read," Fugo adds.
"Well, for a start, Buccerati did it first. We just went in after him to see what it was he was looking for. Second, Mista read it for me, and he swears it says 'parenthood'. Isn't that right Mista?"
"Sure is," Mista affirms. "Look."
He flicks the leaflet in front of them and, sure enough, they all read the same word. Abbacchio and Fugo curse simultaneously.
"What the hell is their game, thinking they can hide something like this from us?" Abbacchio fumes. "Does Bruno think he's protecting her or something? He's a fool."
"If I may, Abbacchio, it is most uncharacteristic of you to speak ill of Signor Buccerati," a voice from behind protests. Abbacchio turns with a jolt to see Giorno standing at the entrance of the alleyway along with a very bewildered looking Trish. They each have a couple of shopping bags in their hands.
"Are you spying on me?!" Abbacchio shrieks.
"Not at all. I simply thought that going after dark would be a much safer time for Trish to do her shopping, so I was taking her out," Giorno explains. "I overheard your voices and came to investigate, but I really haven't heard much."
"(Y/n)'s pregnant and Buccerati's hiding it from us," Mista fills him in.
"Wait, I'm lost. Did Buccerati get her pregnant? Because if so, what in the actual hell?" Trish comments.
"Fucking christ. Could you imagine?" Narancia remarks. The group soon devolves into a mess of interrupted shouting.
"All of you quiet!" Abbacchio yells. He holds up his hands in desperation. "We are going to get to the bottom of this and we're going to do it now! We are going right home, and we are getting (y/n) to explain herself, whether she likes it or not. Agreed?"
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You had an awful eery feeling getting out that shower would be a mistake. The last thing you expected tonight was being hounded by your dear teammates while you're half dressed and wet haired, particularly on such an outlandish concept as pregnancy.
"Slow down! What the hell are you accusing me of again?"
"You're having a baby and you aren't even telling us! Do you have any idea how much those cost?" Trish accuses. You don't even have an answer for that one, it's just so completely wrong there's no way to refute it.
"We aren't looking to judge, we just want to help," Giorno assures you, though his voice is drowned out by the rest of the rabble.
"I don't need help, I'm not having a baby!" you protest. Narancia opens his mouth.
"But the leaflet says-"
"What on god's earth are the lot of you doing?" Bruno calls from the hallway. "Why are you all hounding (y/n) all of a sudden."
"You think we don't know what you know, Buccerati?" Abbacchio confronts him. "You're complicit in this. You're helping to hide this- baby!"
Buccerati breathes deeply.
"Ah. I believe I know what this is about. Mista, I want you to take that leaflet you found and read the front page out to me. In full."
Mista complies.
"Parenthood... for the Parents of Hospitalised Children. Oh."
"You made the same mistake I did," Buccerati explains. "You saw the first word and immediately jumped to your own conclusions. But in regards to the full title I have carried out some follow up and have confirmed it is exactly what it sounds like. (Y/n) has a young daughter who is unfortunately quite sick at present, and she has understandably been taking time off to be with her."
"You know about her?" you exclaim in panic.
"Apologies (y/n), I was acting only in concern for your health. It was admittedly due to my poor caution that the others found out and, well, it went from there."
"Look," you protest, thoughts spiralling into panic. "I didn't mean for you to know. You said I could do what I wanted with my money so I did. There- there was no other way I could afford to treat her," you justify, tears starting to leak from your eyes. "Please don't kick me out. I swear this doesn't affect my work, all I need is a few hours a week to check on her!"
You collapse against the door in tears. The crowd goes into a shocked silence. Buccerati pushes to the front.
"Hey, hey, I'm not going to kick you out so don't worry," he promises. "I would never cut off a member of my squad like that, especially not when they have such a vulnerable dependent. We can talk about helping you with the money tomorrow, but now, let's get you calmed down okay?"
You nod through your tears. Buccerati guides you to your feet and leads you gently into the kitchen. The remaining group in the hall look at each other with pressed lips. Fugo takes the leaflet from Mista and reads through the front cover once more. He hits him.
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Hucow!AU Part 5 (FINALE!!!)
WOOHOO!! It’s finally Bruno’s turn, I saved best boy for last. All parts combined in gdocs are 29 pages total, this is def the longest thing i’ve written in over a decade!! I hope you enjoy, and look forward to whatever i decide to write next
thanks, and enjoy!
as always. credit goes to @dark-side-blog2 for the wonderful hucow! au
WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, duncon, noncon, sleep fucking, force feeding, manipulation, dark themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, all characters 18+!!
After taking care of Narancia and tucking him into bed, Bruno returned to your room once more. You slept like the dead, worn out from a long night. Bruno smiled proudly, you had been wonderful for them. Each bull, you had accepted their love, their passion, their essence and earned your place in the herd once again. It filled Bruno with such joy, knowing that you were the perfect mate for them, for all of them.
You were caring and kind for Narancia, playful and fun for Mista, calming and gentle for Fugo, accepting and attentive for Abbacchio. And for Bruno: you were everything. For so long, there had been a piece of the puzzle missing in his life. He had a family with no mother, no children.
Bruno had met you first in a very dark part of his life-his herd was beaten, driven from his home in fear, on the brink of death with no hope. And then, you had appeared, an angel hidden away in paradise, offering safety, shelter. Much more than that, even, with a little bit of convincing, and a lot of planning. He would have his family, his children, and you.
Bruno knew how to play the long game, how to strategize and manipulate, but he only did it for good reason. He had to, you were too prideful, too stubborn to realize how much you needed him. You were running a giant farm several acres large by yourself, no employees, relatives or neighbors to help. Bruno couldn’t have that,now could he? He and the other bulls took over the hard work and heavy lifting-eventually, after a lot of hemming and hawing from you. Bruno managed to talk you into it; it was beneficial for both of you, a way for the bulls to earn their keep and for you to get some help.
The bulls helped with Bruno’s plan as well, in their own ways. Mista put his cooking skills to use, making you healthy meals infused with lackweed (Mulgeo, a plant that encouraged your body to lactate) and pills that increased your sexual urges. He’d even been adding charcoal to your meals to cancel out your birth control; it wasn’t necessary, Bruno had gotten rid of your birth control months ago while you were asleep, but Bruno appreciated it nonetheless.
Narancia had gotten you to warm up to them very quickly, being as innocent and naive as he was, and Bruno was able to use him to display his parenting skills. Yes, Narancia was a grown bull, and mostly treated as such, but he was still the youngest, and hard not to spoil. Plus, the way you seemed to light up when Bruno would baby Narancia- it was clear your maternal instincts were awakening. Good! It was excellent practice for your own children.
Fugo was admittedly the most awkward around you, it wasn’t really his fault, though. He had the least experience out of the bulls with women, but Bruno could tell his true feelings about you. So, he encouraged Fugo to show his strengths to you; mainly his brain. There was an old tractor collecting rust that needed repairs, and you had lost several crops last season due to lack of irrigation. Fugo was able to repair them, thanks to researching some books and some help from you. Plus, it was one less job for you to do, and another reason for you to depend on them. Bruno knew Fugo was nervous, but Bruno was certain he’d be a good mate and husband. He would make their children very smart.
Abbacchio could be a little rough around the edges, it's true, but he clearly had a soft spot for you. While he would smack Mista and Narancia around when they got on his nerves or got ornery, you he respected and let a lot slide. Bruno had seen you tug on his tail (admittedly by accident) , elbow him (after a funny joke), and even put flowers (that he was allergic to!) in his hair! Abbacchio had taken it in stride, and even defended you when Mista’s teasing or the other shenanigans went too far. Plus, Abbacchio’s skills as a lockpick let them sneak into your house when you were away or sleeping. Very useful indeed…
Bruno knew he had to share you, as much as he wanted you for his own. He couldn’t hurt his herd, his brothers, who loved you almost as much as he did. So Bruno was patient, he let them have their turns first, keep the peace….
But Bruno couldn’t wait any longer.
The timing had to be perfect, to ensure he had the best chances. He had snuck into your home months before, stealing and disposing of your birth control, and destroying your refill prescription. Thankfully you were too busy and preoccupied to make a new appointment with the doctor for new medication, which Bruno appreciated greatly. Digging through your trash, he was able to record and determine your cycle, in order to find out when you would be most fertile. He would allow his herd many things,including you.
But his child would be first.
Letting the others go first- he allowed it before you were truly in heat. They didn’t know why, but were grateful nonetheless, eager to claim you.
He pulled back your blankets, after making sure you were deep in R.E.M. sleep. Birds started chirping as dawn rose outside, but you were dead to the world. So much, in fact, that when Bruno pulled back your bed sheets you didn’t so much as flinch. You were still nude, too tired to put your pajamas back on last night; Bruno admired the early morning light glowing on your body. Bruno kissed down your face and body everywhere the sun touched, relieved you were still asleep. Bruno made note of every bruise and marking on your skin to treat later that morning, as he went lower and lower down your body. Spreading your legs, you tasted divine. You were definitely ready, too: now would be his best chance.
Licking the others out of your core, he heard you quietly whimper- he paused, waiting for you to stir, but you eventually drifted back to sleep. You always were cute when you slept, the way you would sometimes talk in your sleep or kick your legs “Running.” Bruno had learned a lot observing you, and intended to learn a lot more from you today. He cleaned you out with his tongue and prepped you thoroughly-maybe it was petty of him, saving you all for himself, but Bruno was the alpha bull, and the perfect mate for you. That’s why it was so important to not just get you pregnant, but pregnant with his children. It’s what you, the both of you deserved.
Once Bruno was certain you were ready ( you were still soft and wet from last night, and pleasantly warm against his tongue and fingers) he leaned over you, pulling your legs up against his shoulders into a mating press. It terrified him how easily you slept, how dangerous it would be if his herd hadn’t found you. What if someone else had found you before them, taken you like this in your sleep? It worried him so, that’s why he had to do this, claim you and protect you from any rivals.
Bruno stroked your cheek, before pressing inside. Finally, after all this time, he was inside of you, warm and wonderful and all his. You squirmed in your sleep,but otherwise accepted him without complaint. Bruno was so happy he could cry, he settled for kissing your shoulder as he pushed into the hilt. Bruno couldn’t hold his urges back any longer, he thrust into you again and again, hitting against your sweet spot. You cried out in your sleep, jumbled noises Bruno convinced himself were his name. In this position, he was able to reach so deep, force himself as far inside as he could reach.
His grip on you tightened, feeling the strain of the position, the slap of his balls on your ass fueling his desire more. But it wasn’t enough, he had to make sure you felt good too. He suckled your chest, licking your nipples the way he had seen you enjoy. Your pussy was so wet he was able to rub slick onto your hard throbbing clit, careful to rub the raw skin gently.
“Y/n, I’m so thankful to have found you, finally we can make our dreams come true~” Bruno whispered to you, desperate for you to know the feelings he’d held back for so long.
“I can hardly hold back with you; I’ve been waiting so long for this, and I can tell now that so have you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we all will. Just give in, you can trust me.” Bruno pleaded, close to the edge. Bruno grit his teeth, it was about to end, all too soon. Bruno wasn’t ready, he wanted to stay like this with you forever. Relief washed over Bruno as he heard you cry out in release, tightening around him and bringing him to release.
“I’m cumming, y/n. Please, accept all of me!” He gasped,spilling his seed inside. Tears Bruno had held back spilled down as his emotions overcame him, something he would only allow to happen while you couldn’t see. He was certain this was the right thing to do, now more than ever. You were his, all of theirs, safe and protected.
In the next months, you would become full with child. Naturally, you would have to stop manual labor-which would be fine, you could depend on your sturdy bulls to run the farm for you. And then when you had their children, you would need to raise them. Obviously, you had five capable mates to help you; taking turns feeding them, staying up on long sleepless nights, teaching them right from wrong. So many precious memories to be made with you, Bruno could
hardly wait.
As Bruno turned to leave you to rest, he saw you start to rise.
“...Bruno?” You called weakly, and Bruno was by your side in an instant.
“Y/n? What’s wrong, you’re up so early?” Bruno asked, concerned.
“...It’s hot” you groaned, reaching out for him. Bruno’s heart fluttered, you called out for him. He felt your forehead; admittedly sweaty, but not necessarily from illness.
“You are a little warm. Let’s get you out of these sweaty blankets and cleaned up.” Bruno helped you out of your sheets, and ran to get a damp washcloth. He returned quickly, sitting on your bed and wiped the cloth over your body. Your body flushed, and whenever you thought Bruno wasn’t looking, you would glance over at him. Bruno smiled to himself, you really were spoiling him this morning-he couldn’t be more delighted.
“Are you feeling any better? You should take it easy today, you had a long night.” Bruno said as he washed your stomach.
“Umm, yes, im-ahh!” You jumped, as Bruno’s wash cloth reached your nether regions.
“Relax, bella, It’s important to clean this area as well. We don’t want you getting sick now do we?” Bruno continued, unfazed by your reaction. You fidgeted a moment longer, but considering all that had happened, you relented. What more could Bruno do to you?
He toweled you off quickly, patting you dry and then headed to your closet.
“Let’s find you something extra comfortable to wear today, shall we?” Bruno asked, flipping through your hangers. What a shame, most of your outfits were utilitarian and industrial, not befitting a mother to be.
“Oh, Bruno, you don’t have to-” You began, but Bruno cut you off.
“Here we go, perfect! Ah, and this shade of lavender will look lovely on you!” Bruno proclaimed, holding up a flowery sundress made of soft cotton. Very comfortable, but not the best for farm work. Bruno couldn’t be stopped though, grabbing some undergarments for you (how did he know where you kept them?) and helped you sit up in bed.
“Let’s get you dressed, as much as I love the thought of having you nude all day, nothing will get done around the farm with the boys fawning over you.” Bruno chuckled, sliding socks onto your feet for you.
“Bruno, please! I can dress myself!” You pleaded, trying to pull away, but Bruno stopped you with gentle but firm hands.
“Bella, please-let me take care of you the way you’ve taken care of us. It’s only fair, isn’t it?” Bruno smiled, tugging your socks up to your ankles. He held a white pair of panties out for you, “Step in, dear, one foot at a time” You groaned, turning an adorable shade of red Bruno loved, but did indeed let him slide the panties up and onto you. He convinced you to skip a bra today (Bruno wasn’t completely selfless) and slip into the sundress, snug as a bug.
“Much better! Now, do you want to see if you can get some more sleep? You didn’t get many hours of sleep last night, and your body must be very sore.” He asked you, stroking your cheek. “Well, maybe later, but-” You began, only to be interrupted by your growling stomach. Bruno chuckled, “Ahh, of course, let’s get you fed shall we?” he winked, placing a hand on the small of your back and escorting you to the kitchen.
You tried to make yourself breakfast, really you did, but Bruno wasn’t giving you any leeway this morning.
“Please, Bambina, let me cook for you. You always make the rest of us meals, and I’m not completely hopeless in the kitchen.” He told you, sitting you on a kitchen chair, rolling up his sleeves. True to his word, he was decent in the kitchen-more than decent, in fact. Bruno fried up a pig’s worth of bacon, crispy and fried with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Eggs, sunny-side scrambled and over-easy, just a little bit runny and fresh from your henhouse. And the cru-de-ta, a mountain-pile of fluffy home batter pancakes, smothered in homemade syrup and creamy smooth butter dollops piled on top. Bruno piled your plate to the brim, sure to give you only the crunchiest bacon strips and roundest pancakes, with plenty left over for the boys. It was a miracle the other boys hadn’t woken up yet, but you supposed they were still wiped out from the night before and needed a little more rest.
Bruno didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the one on one time with you he rarely got. Sitting patiently for him like a good mate, letting him clean you, dress you, even feed you. Bruno was determined to spoil you, so you would never want for anything other than him again. Looking around your plate, you asked Bruno, “Sorry, but you forgot to grab a fork and knife. Would you mind?”
Bruno smiled, unblinkingly, “Oh no, I didn’t. Open wide~” He cooed, stacking a silver fork full of your breakfast. You looked at him incredulously, “Seriously?”
Bruno didn’t relent, smile unwavering, “You wouldn’t turn down all my hard work and this delicious food, would you?”
You wanted to argue with him, you really did. For every inch he gave you, he took a mile, and it was starting to be humiliating. But for whatever reason, Bruno always made you cave. Besides, after everything you’d been through, he’d never hurt you, always gentle and caring. So, against your better judgement, you sheepishly opened your mouth for him.
Bruno lifted the fork into your mouth, watching your lips close around his fork. You savored the buttery rich flavor of the pancakes, the spongy texture bouncing lightly in your mouth as you chewed. To say it was delicious would be an understatement; you were starting to consider letting Mista and Bruno handle mealtime more often. Bruno bit the corner of his lip, watching you eat your meal. You wanted to pout, not give Bruno the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed being babied like this, but you couldn’t help smiling as you swallowed bite after bite, opening your mouth and even leaning forward. Each bite was better than the last; the salty sweet bacon grease and runny eggs soaked into the pancakes, soaking up the flavor medley and sending your palette into overdrive.
Bruno loved every minute, watching you let your guard down for him, licking up syrup from your chin, even letting him wipe your cheek clean with a napkin. Your stomach puffed out as you ate through your meal, it excited him to know he did that to you, and that your stomach would soon be even more distended and full with his baby. Your plate was nearly clean, but you didn’t think you could eat another bite. Bruno had given you so much already, and it was all delicious and rich, and had no more room.
“Please, Bruno, I’m full to the brim. I’m sorry but I can’t eat anymore.” You groaned, clutching your stomach.
“Oh please, just another bite, bambina~ you’ve done so well, you’re almost done.” He cooed, forking the last bits on your plate. You tried to excuse yourself, but Bruno stuffed it into your open unsuspecting mouth. You nearly choked on the utensil forcing your way into your mouth, a sugary syrupy mess that was starting to nauseate you. It was too much, too rich, but Bruno held your mouth shut.
“Please, y/n, you have to eat more. Think of our children, won’t you?” You froze, as you remembered everything that had happened last night with a wave. You looked at Bruno, mouth still full and ready to vomit. His gaze tore into you, more serious than he had been all morning. In fact, the last time he looked at you like that…
Bruno rubbed your back, as your eyes watered and spilled over. Poor thing, were you already having morning sickness? No worries, it was only natural; he would take care of you. You were having trouble breathing, not sure if it was the food or the panic setting in.
“Come on Bambina, you’re almost done. Just swallow it all down, you can do it~” Bruno hissed, as he plugged up your nose. Bruno sighed, watching your eyes bug out; he didn’t want to be harsh with you, but what other choice were you giving him? You needed to follow his orders, that’s how he kept you safe and happy. “Now, y/n”
Despite the lump in your throat, you had no choice but to swallow, the lack of oxygen making you gag. How could you forget who you were dealing with? How could you let him take advantage of you again and again? You wiped the snot and tears from your face, catching your breath. You flinched as a familiar hand reached out and grabbed your chin. Bruno turned you to look at him, his face calm and smiling as if nothing had happened.
“There, Bambina, that wasn’t so bad was it? You have to let me take care of you, okay? We don’t want you hurting yourself do we?” He asked, voice soft and patronizing, like he hadn’t just force fed you against your will. You wanted to run away, but didn’t know where to go. It didn’t help any as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Yo, y/n! You’re up already? I thought we wiped you out last night!”
“Guess we’ll have to try harder next time.”
“Are you okay, y/n? You look ill. Maybe you should go back to bed.”
“Ohh, it smells so good! Did you make breakfast for us, y/n?”
You were surrounded. No way out. Five strong angry bulls that had taken over your life, your home, even your body. You couldn’t trust them, not any of them. There was no escape.
“What’s wrong, bella? Are you crying?”
“Don’t cry, y/n! There’s nothing to worry about, we’ll take care of you!”
“You can count on us, y/n. We’re mates, after all.”
You were trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped.
You opened your mouth to scream, but it was no use.
It’s not like anyone would hear you, anyways
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JJBA blowjob headcannons
(I’m so thirsty for these men oh god)
This includes Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, Melone, Jotaro, Risotto, Rohan, Doppio and Polnareff
(Cut for length)
Bruno
Bruno wouldn’t expect you to go down on him but don’t worry! You just have to assure him that you want to do it
This man will be gentle and careful
He would be quite vocal, after all, he has to let you know you’re doing well.
“That’s it amore, you’re doing such a good job~”
Complimenting Bruno and looking up at him with those lovely eyes is the quickest way to have him blushing.
Bruno is extremely selfless, so he would lose his mind if you take him all the way in.
Once he does let himself relax into the pleasure, you’ll be in for a treat. Bruno is used to being a leader and caring for others and so being on the receiving end of things is the best kind of comfort for him.
If he sees your throat bulging from his cock, he’s going to be both extremely turned on and concerned.
He wouldn’t mind being a bit rougher with you as long as it’s something you’re absolutely into.
Bruno wouldn’t really mind where he comes, as long as you’re comfortable with it. That being said, if you let him cum in your mouth, expect him to go down on you because he can’t just let that kind of intimacy be left unrewarded.
Expect a lot of cuddling and affection afterwards. Need water? Bruno will bring you water. A cleanup towel? Bruno will clean you up with one while whispering how good you were.
Mista
Mista wouldn’t hesitate for even a second in fact, he’d probably be the one to ask for one. You wanna give him a blowjob? He’s gonna be unzipping his pants in less than five seconds.
He will be absolutely shameless with his noises. Expect everyone in the near vicinity to hear what’s going on.
He would hold onto your hair and maybe tug a bit, but not too much to actually hurt.
Mista would waste no time relaxing. He’d let himself bask in your warmth the moment your lips touch his cock.
Mista would be the type of guy to babble his heart out.
“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good, cara/caro! S-shit.”
He couldn’t help bucking into your mouth if you took him all the way in.
Your throat bulging from his cock is a definite confidence boost.
Mista would love to come on your face. The sight of your plush lips and cute cheeks covered with his cum is heavenly in his eyes.
Mista would be a smiling mess of happiness and euphoria afterwards.
Abbachio
Abbachio reaction would be mixed. On the other hand, you would look breathtaking taking his cock down your throat, but then again, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if he deserved to feel your lips around him.
He would gently hold your head while you take his cock into your mouth.
It may take him a while to relax but once he does there is no coming back.
Abbachio is addicted.
Your mouth and lips are so soft and oh dear god that tongue! The warmth of your mouth would be like ecstasy to him.
He is in cloud nine once he relaxes into pleasure.
He does try to keep his voice down at first, but it always ends up coming out in the end.
His dirty talk is either soft or full-on nasty. There is no in-between.
“Mmm, you feel so warm and good, tesoro… God, what did I do to deserve you?” “Fuck, c’mon, you can take more than that. Be a good girl for me, won’t you, tesoro?”
He’d massage your throat if you took him that deep. The sight would make him moan and buck his hips closer.
Abbacchio would want to be gentle with you at first, but he would be totally down to facefuck you later on when you’ve gotten used to him.
He would love for you to swallow his cum.
Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses afterwards.
Melone
The kinky melon will be the one to bring it up first.
He will be confident from start to finish.
His hands will be tugging your hair and controlling your pace.
Melone wouldn’t bother trying to stay quiet. To him, it doesn’t matter if people can hear, in fact, he’d like to let others see how well you’re taking him.
His cannot for the love of god shut up and his dirty talk is FILTHY.
“Di Molto! You’re sucking my cock so well! You must’ve had a lot of practice, eh slut?”
Taking his entire cock in your mouth will only heighten his usually cocky and lecherous behaviour.
“Fuck, you took it all, huh? You must’ve been really desperate…”
He’d pet your cheek affectionately.
“My poor, poor little cock hungry slut, the wait must have felt been terrible!”
Melone would use your mouth until you could hardly breathe.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel hungry again!”
Melone doesn’t care where he cums. Seeing you swallow his cum is hot, your face is beautiful when coated with it and your chest looks absolutely delicious when covered with it.
The dirty talking will not end after he cums.
“Aw, poor baby… Your mouth must feel so lonely now that I’m not filling it.”
Melone is a horny bastard and one blowjob will not be enough.
Jotaro
Joot would approach you first if he wanted a blowjob, being the straightforward person that he is.
As per usual, he would try to remain calm and collected, though he would definitely let out a few moans and grunts here and there (especially when nearing his release)
He would rest his hands on your head and tug your hair in rougher sessions.
Jotaro doesn’t expect you to be able to take his entire cock, but if you do, oh lord. He will be particularly loud. The sight of his cock stretching your throat is just so good.
He would refuse at first to fuck your throat, but don’t be disappointed! He is just concerned that you won’t be able to take it.
His dirty talk would be a minimal mix of curse words most of the time. He can, however, throw in proper dirty talk if he is especially pent up.
“Fuck, just keep doing that, shit…”
He’d prefer to cum in your mouth since it’s the least messy option.
Jotaro couldn’t help but show his softer side afterwards.
Risotto
Risotto doesn’t care who brings it up first, but he won’t adamantly press you to give him a blowjob.
He likes the power trip of it but will be cautious because he knows he’s bigger than most.
He would try to stay quiet during the ordeal but can’t help letting out deep and husky moans and groans when you take him particularly deep.
He would be very gentle and careful at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt you but if you prove you can take him, you’re in for one hell of a ride.
He’d pull your hair and make you take him as deep as possible while muttering praises or degradations depending on his mood.
“Vita mia, your mouth feels so good on my cock! Hng, you were made for this.”
“Is that all you can take? tsk, pathetic”
He’d tilt your head while you still have his cock in your mouth so you’d look at him with tears in your eyes from the unbelievable weight of his cock in your mouth.
“Surely a slut like you can take more, so come on, prove that all your training hasn’t gone to waste.”
The deep rumble of his voice is bound to drive you on to take him further than you thought possible.
A visible bulge will show once you’ve taken Risotto’s cock all the way in. He will be genuinely surprised if you manage to fit his entire cock in your mouth. He will always be taken aback by the sight. He will be mildly concerned for your wellbeing but it will also fuel the possessive side of him.
He’d love to fuck your mouth, but don’t worry! Most of the time he’d be able to control himself as to not go too roughly.
Risotto, much line Melone, would love to cum pretty much anywhere. He does have a soft spot for you swallowing his cum as he sees it as deeply intimate (and it has the chance to make him want a second round).
Risotto is the king of aftercare. He WILL bring you water. Though he is a busy man, he will always take time to cuddle you afterwards.
Rohan
This cocky bastard will probably bring it up first.
Rohan absolutely loves blowjobs and seeing you on your knees for him is like a delicious treat to his arrogance.
He would love to draw you with your mouth full of his cock.
He would try to hide most of his more “pathetic” noises and instead opt to dirty talking.
“Just look at how you’re taking my cock. You love being on your knees for me, eh? Oi, don’t pull away, just keep sucking my cock like a good girl.”
Rohan would either just sit back, relax and have you suck his cock or he’d fuck your face with no mercy.
He’d most likely tug your hair or cross his hands behind his head.
If you take him all the way in, he’d taunt you after moaning desperately.
“Fuck, you took it all in? If I’d known you wanted my cock in your mouth this badly, we’d have done this sooner!”
Rohan wants to see his cum coat you, be it your face or your chest. However, if he was feeling jealous, he’d want to watch you swallow his cum.
He would become incredibly relaxed afterwards. You should expect a few kisses and praises.
Doppio
Your sweet little Doppio is going to be on cloud nine.
He wouldn’t approach you first thinking that it’d be rude, but he will absolutely not turn down a blowjob.
He’s going to be tense with excitement and nervousness as you take his cock out.
He’s going to let out a string of high pitched yelps when you first take him into your mouth.
You’re sorely mistaken if you think he’s going to quiet down as time goes on. He’ll be moaning and whimpering from start to finish no matter how many times you go down on him.
His dirty talk is sweet
“Oh, Gods amore! You’re so good at this. Hng, I love you so much! Sei la mia vita!” (you are my life)
Doppio has no idea where to put his hands, so he’ll most likely just be clutching them together unless you give him a little direction. He also loves to stroke your cheeks lovingly.
Doppio will let you take the lead and would be super shy if you asked him to fuck your throat. He is, however, likely to buck into your mouth when you swirl your tongue.
He’d most likely come in your mouth because he doesn’t want to mess up your pretty face with his cum.
He’s going to want to cuddle and scatter small kisses all over you afterwards
Polnareff
He would bring it up gently (although he does prefer being the one to go down on you)
Pol is going to be confident from start to finish.
He’ll try to keep quiet enough as to not have you two caught (unless he is in a mood to let the world know how well you’re doing). He will be moaning and occasionally grunting as you go down on him because he wants you to see how good you’re making him feel.
He will be caressing your face and hair through the process.
Polnareff will dirty talk almost constantly.
“Oh Gods! Your mouth feels so good! Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.” (I love you with all my heart)
He doesn’t expect you to take him in all the way, he’s just happy to have your pretty mouth all over his cock. If you do take his entire cock, he will praise the hell out of you.
“Mmm, you took it all, huh? Such a good girl… You’re doing so well, ma chérie!”
Polnareff tries to be as gentle as possible, but he wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted him to be rougher.
He doesn’t really care where he ends up coming. He does really enjoy seeing your chest coated with his cum though.
He will pamper you afterwards (and probably return the favour and go down on you).
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“You had been trying to tell a story about what happened to you the other day, but your voice kept getting drowned out and you slowly just stopped talking and went quiet, feeling unimportant. You just sat, hearing everyone else talk, retreating into your mind before excusing yourself. No one would notice anyways.
MISTA:
-Notices your shift in energy almost immediately. Keeps glancing your way. The look on your face doesn’t sit right with him. What happened? Are you okay?
-When you get up and walk away after mumbling something about the bathroom, he’s worried.
-Will give you the benefit of the doubt, but when you don’t come back within a reasonable time, he’s going to go looking for you.
-when he cant find you, he’s really worried. He returns to the gang, asking if they knew where you went.
-Everyone is baffled. You disappeared? Where are you?
-It’s the general consensus that you left the restaurant, and he offers to go looking for you.
-He looks everywhere. All over town. When he cant find you, he finally decides to see if you went home.
-When he shows up, the door is unlocked, and he lets himself in, searching for you.
-He finds you sitting in bed, hugging a pillow, your eyes tinged red and the skin around them rubbed raw. His heart drops immediately, wondering what got you in this state.
-He sits next to you, asking what’s wrong, You’re startled out of your funk, staring at him in surprise before turning away, burying your face into your pillow, mumbling incoherently.
-”I cant hear you when you’re mumbling into the pillow like that, Bombolone.”
-You lift your head, looking up at the ceiling, sighing. “It’s not important anyways. Don’t worry about it.”
-”You disappear from the Libeccio with barely a word. Make me search for you for hours, and I find you at home, looking miserable, and you’re telling me to not worry? No way in hell. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
-You avoid looking at him, croaking out a half assed explanation on how you felt unimportant, unheard. it was whatever. It didn’t matter anyways. You knew you were the least important in the group. It didn’t really matter what you had to say.
-He’s completely floored. You look anywhere but his face, opting to just press your face into the pillow you’re holding.
-”I think what you have to say is important. Tell me your story. I’ll listen.”
-”It really doesn’t matter, Mista. I’m overreacting anyways. It’s not a big deal. Go have fun with everyone. I just want to go to bed.”
-”I’m not leaving until you tell me the gotdam story, Zabaione.” He sprawls out on top of you, not moving a muscle. You can’t help but crack a smile, and tell him your story, falling asleep underneath him when you’re done because he doesn’t move. (He do be warm tho)
GIORNO:
-He’s being pretty quiet himself, so he automatically notices when you go quiet and close in on yourself
-Watches you sit in silence, clearly chewing something over, your face flushed in embarrassment before you slowly stand and mumble something about needing the bathroom.
-Watches as you walk off, getting up and following you when you walk out the front door instead.
-He catches up to you pretty quick, falling in step next to you, searching your face. You turn away from him, your eyes blurred.
-Bad idea.
-He takes your chin in his hand, turning you to face him. This action causes you to crumple, your frustration spilling over onto your face. He stares in shock at the hot tears pour down your cheeks, wiping them away.
-”I just want to go home and go to bed, Giorno. Please let me go.”
-He slides his arm down to take hold of your hand, squeezing gently when you wipe your eyes with the back of your free hand.
-”I’ll go with you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
-Your face flushes in embarrassment, and your mouth opens and closes, nothing coming out, before you shake your head, looking away.
-”Don’t worry about it, Giorno. It’s not important.”
-”Well obviously if it’s making you this upset, it is important to you.” He gets you home, going inside with you and sitting next to you on the couch.
-You shake your head, curling up around one of your couch pillows. which frustrates him. He Sits back on the couch, trying to figure out how to get you to talk to him.
-When he opens his mouth to speak again, you crack, and burst into tears, blurting out how you feel invisible and unimportant and like you don’t actually matter
-”Oh, bella, That is absolutely not true in the slightest. I treasure you so much. Everyone else cares too, It’s just hard to be heard sometimes.” He’ll rub your back gently while you cry, taking one of your hands in his and squeezing.
-God help him if you bury your face in his shoulder, though. He’ll panic for a moment before securing his arms around you, making sure you feel genuinely cared for.
BUCCIARATI:
-He is listening. He really is. He notices the minute your voice fades out, looking up as your eyes glaze over.
-he tilts his head, wondering why you dropped off in the middle of the story. It was very interesting. Why did you stop?
-Watches you sit in silence for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up when you mumble something about not feeling good before getting up and leaving.
-He gets up, excusing himself as well, following you.
-When he finally catches up, you’re unlocking your front door. You hadn’t even noticed he was following you.
-”What’s wrong, Bella? Why didn’t you finish your story?”
-You jump and turn, seeing him and immediately casting your eyes down, trying to hide the tears welling in them, stepping inside. He follows, concerned.
-You avoid his eyes, mumbling something incoherent, wiping your eyes. and taking a shaky breath.
-He asks again, crouching in front of you, taking your hands in his.
-”It- It’s not important. I’m just tired, Bruno.” You avoid his gaze. He squeezes your hands.
-”I wanted to hear how the story ended, Bella. Please at least share the rest with me?”
-You sigh, finishing your story, quite tearfully. He stands, smiling, wrapping his arms around you.
-”I’m sorry, Bruno...I just felt... kinda like a ghost. Unimportant... Nothing new, It just, hit hard today for some reason.” You swallow, just wanting to lie down.
-”I don’t want you feeling that way, Bella. It’s absolutely not true. Come, lets get you in bed. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
-He’s very good at making you feel appreciated.
ABBACCHIO:
-Hears you go quiet, and then watches you get up and leave without so much as a goodbye, and he’s immediately following you because the AUDACITY
-He’s a lil rough, grabbing your shoulder before you leave, letting go immediately when he sees tears on your face oh god oh fuck oh god did he hurt you
-When you turn to leave again, hiding your face with your hair, he’s gentler this time, turning you to face him.
-”No, I just want to go home. I’m tired, okay?” Your voice trembles and you hug your arms to, guarding yourself.
-”I understand. But I don’t want you walking home alone in this state. Give me a minute, Okay? I’m going to walk you home.”
-He retreats to tell the gang what’s going on, and when he comes back you’ve already left STOP LET HIM HELP.
-He goes after you, catching up and grabbing your shoulder, clearly worried.
-”Oi, I thought I told you to wait for me!”
-You look even more upset now, and he retracts his hand immediately, sighing. “Don’t run off like that, okay? It’s not a good Idea for you to walk alone like this. You’re bound to be taken advantage of.”
-You wipe your eyes and shrug. He has to strain his ears to hear what you say.
-”It’s not like I’m important enough to be noticed by anyone anyways. I would have been fine.”
-”Who told you that absurd lie? Who told you you aren’t important?”
-You go to answer, but cut yourself off, just shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders. He crosses his arms, before sighing and turning.
-”Well, either way, I’m walking you home.” He debates on offering you his arm, ultimately decides you wouldn’t want the contact, and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking with you. His mind glitches when you lace your hand through his arm.
-he can clearly tell that you’re beating yourself up over performing that small action, and grunts out an “It’s okay” to make you feel better.
-once you’re home, you bid him goodbye, and break down the minute you close the door.
-He pushes it open, not even caring about intruding on your privacy, demanding to know what on earth has you so riled up.
-”Oi, I want to be able to help you but I can’t if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. Is it that you feel unimportant? Because you’re not! And trying to make yourself invisible isn’t going to help your case!”
-You have nowhere to go but forward, so you bury your face in his shoulder and try to calm down, which scares the hell out of him, but he rolls with it if this is what helps.
-”I’m sorry, I just feel so unheard all the time and I feel like I don’t really matter to anybody, like I just float through people’s lives. It usually doesn’t bother me so much but for some reason today hit really hard. I didn’t mean to worry you, Abbacchio...”
-”Well you matter to me. I want you to- I want you to know that.”
-”I really just want to go to bed...” You sigh, pulling away, and he moves to leave. “But I don’t want to be alone...”
-Oh.
-Abbacchio.exe has stopped working. Are you insinuating that he joins you? Nani tf? Hwhat? Him? Of all People? H i m???
-”...So please stay?” You’re voice is pleading, and he looks up to see you on the verge of tears again.
-”Are you sure?”
-You nod, taking his hands and pulling him back to your room, crawling into bed and curling up, pressing your face into your pillow for a moment.
-He stands around awkwardly before you pat the bed next to you, indicating that you want him to join.
-He’s very stiff but you are so important to him I promise.
JOSUKE:
-He could have sworn he heard you speaking a moment ago. He was sure of it.
-He glances over to see you kind of curled in on yourself, looking a little bit sad. He keeps his eyes on you, still continuing his conversation with Okuyasu.
-You shake your head, barely discernable, and stand, shouldering your bag and lowering your head, just walking away. He stops you before you can get out the door, asking where you’re going.
-”I’m really tired... I’m just gonna head home.” You keep your head down, and he knows something’s wrong. He watches you leave, unable to shake the feeling that he should go after you.
-He grabs his bag, bidding Okuyasu and anyone else that had joined you goodbye, walking to your house, finding you trying to unlock your front door with trembling hands.
-”Hey, what’s wrong?” He’s floored when you let out a frustrated sob, tossing your bag down with your keys and burying your face in your hands.
-His arms are immediately around you (He p a n i c) and he doesn’t say a word, resting his chin on the top of your head. You cry for a minute, before realizing the situation and trying to pull away.
-”I’m not letting go until I know what’s bothering you.” He squeezes you tighter for a moment. “I’m going to stand here all day if I have to.”
-you blurt out an unintelligible reason why you’re upset, and he shakes his head, urging you to tell him again, clearer this time. You take a deep breath and tell him the truth, that you felt invisible and unimportant, nothing new, so you just left. you were tired. His heart b r e a k s.
-”Babe...” He pulls away, unlocking your front door for you, letting you inside. You take advantage of the freedom and make a beeline for your room, burrowing into your bed. He’s right behind you, laying with you. “Babe, that’s not true. You’re important to me. I really like hearing your voice. I want to hear what you have to say. Tell me.”
-You shake your head, burying your face in your pillow. “It’s a stupid story. It doesn’t really matter anyways, don’t worry about it.”
-You did not just say that to him.
-He’s going to bug you about it until you tell him out of annoyance, and press sloppy kisses to your face when you finish, his eyes glinting in triumph.
-He just wants you to know you’re cared for Q_Q
POLNAREFF:
-It’s prolly his fault ngl bear with me
-stops talking when you go quiet, apologizing, urging you to go on. You shake your head.
-”Oh... It’s not important anyways. Go ahead, Polnareff.” You give him a weak smile, and he keeps a wary eye on you for the rest of the night, worried he upset you.
-When you think you’re unnoticed enough, you stand quietly and steal off to your hotel room.
-He looks over, in the middle of asking you something, noticing you’re gone, and he’s like oh no.
-Excuses himself, saying he’s going to go to bed, and immediately goes up to your hotel room, knocking on your door. He doesn’t hear you inside, so he checks to see if the door is unlocked, thankful to find that it is.
-He lets himself in, finding you sitting on the floor, your back pressed against the bed, your head buried in your knees.
-You hear the bed squeak and look up to see him laying in your bed, watching you, concern written all over his face.
-”Did I upset you?”
-You shake your head, not saying anything.
-”Are you sure? You got really quiet and left without a word. I Just want to make sure you’re okay.”
-”It... it’s not you. this happens all the time.” You hate that your voice quavers. “I’m the least important person in the group, anyways. It doesn’t matter, so don’t blame yourself. It’s just exhausting, feeling unimportant.”
-He pounces forward on the bed, his expression crushed, shocked. You lean back in surprise.
-”Who told you you aren’t important?! It’s not true!” He reaches forward, dragging you up on the bed with him, caging you in an embrace.
-Nani in T A R N A T I O N
-You’re shocked, and he prompts you again. He really wants an answer. When you finally tell him that it’s just your mind, he pulls back, looking at you fiercley.
-”You’re very important, don’t lie to yourself. If anything, I care about you a lot. Please believe that.”
-You nod in silence, and he holds you tight, closing his eyes. You doze off like that.
-He loves you okay
FOO FIGHTERS ( My BABEY)
-You cant really go hide in a prison? So you just kinda get up and go to another vacant table and put your head down.
-She follows bc oh no what’s wrong you were okay a minute ago
-Did she do something?
-”Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
-Will sit R i g h t next to you, literally pressed against your body.
-You jump at the contact, and when you look up, she’s surprised to see you looking so sad and lonely.
-”Ah, don’t worry about it FF. It doesn’t matter.”
-You aren’t going to be able to get rid of her that easily.
-”Are you sure? I care about you so I want to make sure you’re okay.” She W I L L press closer to you.
-”Really, FF. It’s not important.” Your voice shakes a lil, and she is not having it. She’s going to pester you until you tell her what’s wrong; that you feel unheard and unimportant. Invisible. But it really doesn’t matter because you don’t so she really shouldn’t worry.
-”But you were telling a funny story and I wanted to hear the end of it, babe.” She pouts a lil, resting her hand on top of yours. “Please finish it for me?”
-You sigh and oblige, finishing the story. Her big smile once you’re done is contagious.
-”Don’t ever think you’re not important, okay? It’s not true. I really care about you and enjoy your company. You never fail to make me smile. I promise I’m telling the truth.
-S h e w i l l k i s s y o u r n o s e e e e e e e e e e ;_;
-She will engage you in any type of conversation afterward. It could be about the stupidest thing but she loves to see you talking and enjoying yourself and your time with her
-Oh my god I love her so much
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author’s note: this wasn’t a request, just something super self-indulgent that I wanted to do! ❤⃛(*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ) also this ended up taking 2.5 hours to write aldkf;j so much for unwinding at the end of the day. overall, I’m super proud of how this came out — please enjoy!
❥ ┋ ❝ bucci gang realizing that they’re in love!
bruno bucciarati.
Bucciarati realizes he’s in love when he sees you defending civilians.
he is a man made of love. for his people, for his community, for his goals — he firmly believes that everyone and everything can be built on yes, but more importantly, taken care of.
he sees you protecting an elderly couple during a stand battle. in a split second do you throw your stand at the couple, taking a hefty amount of damage in their place. you’re bloody and your arm is definitely broken, but you still turn to them. "you need to leave. now,” you say. although your words are harsh and hoarse, your smile reminds them that yes, everything will be fine, I just need you to trust me.
you didn’t have to protect them. any other gangster would have left them to die. they’re old, no one would miss them.
but you did. you put these two strangers, two no ones at the wrong place at the wrong time, before yourself. even if it meant you’d die.
Bucciarati would visit you shortly after the battle. Giorno had already tended to your wounds, evident by your lack of bandages. his hair is normally neatly placed, but it looks like he had been rustling it, with his clips out of place and the braid atop his head uneven. his concern is apparent; he’s wracked his brain waiting for your recovery. you knew that Bucciarati cared about his team, but when did he care this much?
↳ “I admit, your actions were certainly reckless,” he would say to you, taking a seat beside your bed. “you’re lucky that fight didn’t end worse than it did. nonetheless...” his voice is tired yet soft, comforting. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’m... I’m incredibly glad.”
leone abbacchio.
Abbacchio realizes he’s in love when he sees you upholding true justice.
although he would never admit it, he is haunted by his inability to save his partner during his time as an officer. as such, Abbacchio envies those who back justice in spite of the system Italy lives under.
you’re patrolling one of La Passione’s turfs with him when you see it: two officers harassing a young girl. even though Abbacchio tells you not to get involved, you quickly storm over to the scene. their voices are loud and clear, despite them being several meters away. the girl looks scared.
it turns out she had stolen a handful of painkillers from the corner store. the cops noticed her scurrying out as they were buying a pack of smokes. and now, they were threatening to take her into the station. “I need them for my family!” she explains, but the cops don’t buy it. they huff something about her bringing them to school and selling them to her friends.
“here. I’ll pay for her. just leave her alone.” Abbacchio watches as you flash 30 euros to the cops, more than enough to pay for the medicine. playing them at their own game, he sees. thankfully, they relent, pocketing the money and leaving the scene. and after you talk to the girl, explaining that if she needs more help to come find you, you both leave the scene too.
it’s a brief affair. truthfully, he wouldn’t have gotten himself involved. he wishes you hadn’t either. it would’ve been less of a headache, and now that girl is going to pester you again in the future. but he can’t stop replaying the scene in this head. how you willingly stood up for her, reassured her that everything would be okay. how you smiled and looked so content after the fact.
↳ “ I envy you,” he would say as you walked away from the scene. “doing the right thing is...” he pauses. stupid? naive? “...it’s not easy. you didn’t have to do anything but I admire your valor. just don’t be surprised if that girl comes up at your doorstep begging for more money.” nonetheless, he wants to learn more from you. to be good again, he thinks. maybe then he can be someone that he himself is proud of. and maybe, eventually, he’ll make you proud too.
giorno giovanna.
Giorno realizes he’s in love when he sees your ambition.
he prides himself on his resolve. to him, resolve is committing to something regardless of the difficulties that a person faces. seeing you be so goal-oriented would make him believe that he’s found his match.
it doesn’t have to be a huge goal, like dedicating yourself to a field of practice or learning a new language. it can be as simple as trying to keep your houseplants alive. in fact, those little things come off as more charming to him. it shows that you’re passionate about everything you do, no matter what it is.
seeing you continuously try despite numerous failures would make Giorno’s heart pound. you refuse to give up. even with everything against you, you still roll up your sleeves, take a deep breath, and pick yourself up again. he adores this about you.
he realizes it when you’re rambling about your next move in your goals. your face is so excited, your eyes so wide and bright. your mouth is voicing your steps a million words a minute but all he can focus on is how beautiful you look. the smile on his lips is unmistakable.
↳ “tell me more. I want to know everything. tell me about every detail, every step, what you’ll do when you’re finished... all of it.” he won’t say it — after all, he doesn’t want to come off as too desperate — but he wants to be there every step of the way with you. and when you’ve completed your goal, he wants to be the one next to you, the one to say, “I am so, so proud of you.”
guido mista.
Mista realizes he’s in love when you laugh at one of his jokes.
life should be simple. that’s the mantra he lives by. despite being a gangster, he just wants to have a simple life filled with simple pleasures. one of those ways is through telling stories.
it happens when the group is eating dinner at a local restaurant. Mista is telling some long-winded anecdote, something about how he heroically beat up a landlord for harassing his tenants over money. at the end, it turned out to be the set up for a really brief and really stupid punchline.
everyone is looking at him. “ah? ahhhh?” he muses, but no one responds. the silence in the air is unbearable. hm. wow. is it hot in here or what? finally, Narancia breaks the silence, muttering that he doesn’t get it. Fugo tells him that Mista could have made the joke so much shorter. Bucciarti exhales quickly from his nostrils, a half-assed attempt at laughing. Giorno and Abbacchio don’t say anything.
but then you. oh, you. it takes you a moment to get it, but when you do, your giggling disrupts the awkwardness. it sounds like bells, Mista thinks. sweet bells, ringing like how they used to at the church every Sunday morning in his hometown. it makes him feel warm, welcome, and he can’t help but feel his face flush when he hears your laughing.
Mista stays in place afterwards, pushing his white beans to and fro on his plate. he’s not hungry anymore. he keeps looking up at you, and while he had acknowledged you were attractive before, something about you was now beautiful. you were happy here, with your eyes bright and your smile wide. eventually, he would say:
↳ “hey, thanks for covering me back there. those guys never laugh at anything I say.” he rolls his eyes playfully, adding a slight shrug of his shoulders. “lemme make it up to you. what can I do for you?” he’s trying to be smooth, but he’s so giddy at the prospect at spending more time with you!
narancia ghirga.
Narancia realizes he’s in love when you don’t lose your patience with him.
he doesn’t have much of a formal education. hence, critical thinking skills don’t come easy to him. he tries his best, he really does, but it’s difficult when he’s hardly flexed his brain.
he’s writing a song. nothing fancy, but music has always been a part of Narancia’s life that he wants to give it a go himself. maybe one day he’ll be a famous hip hop artist, touring across Europe and maybe even the U.S. one day! the thought makes him excited. but for now, he needs to establish the lyrics.
rap is easier said than done, though. Fugo is teasing him about his inability to write poetry — what makes Narancia think that he could write a whole song? he grits his teeth and turns back to his paper.
that’s when you approach him. you sit down with him, asking him what he would like to write about. “oh, uh... growing up in the streets, I guess,” he mumbles. he’s taken aback by your help. plus, talking about it now makes him embarrassed. but you don’t judge him, no; you sit down with him and try to help him nail down the theme. and once you have that, you assist him in finding snappy lyrics and catchy rhymes.
you don’t criticize him for his ideas. you don’t yell at him for his suggestions. you just listen and add on. the encounter is foreign, to say the least... but not unwelcome. Narancia finds your help incredibly productive (much better than Fugo could ever offer him). and the time goes by so fast! within a few hours, his song is done. yet he’s not happy... no, he starts to feel lonely the moment you stand up, off to assist Bucciarati with whatever he needs.
↳ “wait, hold on, [Name]!” shit. his voice is way too desperate. he softens it as best he can muster: “can... can we write another song sometime? I have a lot more ideas and I can’t do it without you.” fuck. he did it again. but when smile at him and nod, promising that you’ll help him hit the Top 40, Narancia can’t help but smile back.
panacotta fugo.
Fugo realizes that he’s in love when you put him before yourself.
genius. prodigy. failure. Fugo is defined by how others see him. after his parents abandoned him for leaving an abusive establishment, he finds himself lost in the world. who is he? what is he worth?
he’s escorting you to your mission when his car is attacked by a rival gang. the assault is a blur. he can remember the car flipping over, tumbling off the road and into the Mediterranean Sea. it happens so fast. the salty water surrounding you both. the windshield cracking. the airbag goes off, suffocating him. he can’t see. he can’t breathe. and suddenly, it’s dark.
when he wakes up, he realizes that you’re both on the beach. “where are we?” he musters out. it hurts to talk. you hush him to take it easy, that he had most certainly broken a few ribs. and that’s when he sees it: when he looks down, his wounds are tended to. gashes have been tenderly wrapped in gauze and minor cuts treated with balm. a pain relief patch has been placed on his chest, no doubt where the air bag hit him. but when he looks at you, you’re bleeding through your bandages.
that’s right. there was a first aid kit in the car. based on his injuries, you spent the majority of supplies on him, even though you definitely had it just as bad. “why?” is all he can say.
why? you shake your head. “because you’re my friend,” you answer, adjusting the gauze on his wrist. “I’m taking care of you because you’re worth it.”
your words catch him by surprise. he doesn’t believe it, but... your face is honest enough. his thoughts are jumbled, as mixed as the sand and water at the shore just a few meters away. and when your hand touches his wrist... he shakes his own head.
↳ “you should’ve tended to yourself first.” his tongue tastes of nothing but blood and salt and his words show it. a beat, and gentler this time: “I appreciate your thinking of me. thank you.” that’s all he can say, at least for now. it hurts to much to talk, moreover think. so he places his hand over yours as a gesture of thanks. friends, huh? the idea before sounded laughable, but now... there was something warm about it. the answer to his question — who is he? — had come as quickly as the waves beneath him: a friend.
#bucci gang#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#giorno giovanna#golden wind#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#guido mista#narancia ghirga#pannacotta fugo#headcanons#part 5#toya whisks u away
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Title: It Starts Like This, Ch. 1/?
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind
Pairing(s): BruAbba, Platonic Bucci Gang
Summary: Then shit hits the fan.
Or, more accurately, Bucciarati hits the floor.
Giorno bolts forward, but there’s an entire, solid oak desk blocking his path. Gold Experience doesn’t even reach Bucciarati in time. His head hits the ground with a sickening crack, and he’s disturbingly limp.
Notes: Turns out being dead has a bit of a long term effect. Who would have thought?
This fic got away from me, so I'm breaking it down by character interaction (sort of). This is Giorno's part of this very Bucci-centric fic.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Disclaimer: I don't have a diagnosis of epilepsy, but I do have auras/various symptoms and am being tested. Also, I used 'grand mal' here, but it's an outdated term I only picked for the timing of the fic. They're now known as tonic-clonic seizures.
Unrelated: My dog typed the number ‘4’ on the google doc I was writing this on. Obviously it’s cursed. Sorry Bucci.
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Giorno is midsentence when he notices Bucciarati’s attention beginning to wander. He watches a moment, letting his own words trail off into silence, as Bruno seems to fixate on something in his own head.
It's not entirely out of character, really. Bucciarati’s often juggling too many thoughts at once, and there are times that his mind will latch on to one in particular and get carried away. He doesn't mean it to be insulting, and Giorno doesn't take it that way.
Only a handful of seconds more pass before Bucciarati’s attention is turned back toward him. He blinks his eyes, clearing his mind, before speaking,
"Apologies, what was it you were saying?"
Giorno gives a slight smile and picks up as though nothing had happened at all.
-
The next time it happens, something feels off. Giorno doesn't know what. Bucciarati’s eyes drift off, almost upward. Then, rather abruptly, Sticky Fingers is there, reaching out to their user. Their movements freeze abruptly. The stillness is disturbing. Unnatural. Something tells Giorno that Bucciarati isn't lost in his thoughts.
He opens his mouth to try and say something, to right the wrongness of the air around them, but the door to his office creaks open.
Abbacchio looks between the two, from Bucciarati to Giorno. His eyes linger on Sticky Fingers a moment. The stand doesn’t so much as glance at their new companion. They don't move at all.
All Giorno can think is /wrong, wrong, wrong/. He feels sick. Without his realizing, Gold Experience has manifested behind him, fingers reaching forward.
All at once he can see the moment when Bucciarati begins to /exist/ again. His eyes still don't focus on Giorno. In fact, he looks right past him, but so does Abbacchio.
It's then that Giorno sees something settle in Abbacchio's eyes. Recognition of the problem. Or what he thinks is the problem. He nods to Gold Experience, and Giorno looks behind himself to see his stand.
Realization kicks in. Abbacchio thinks Bucciarati’s stillness-- the presence of his stand-- were justified things. Normal reactions to their boss’ stand being present.
Both are thinking: there’s a threat, and Giorno can’t help thinking that they aren’t wrong.
The conversation steers out of his control too quickly for him to keep up with. They’re both concerned about him and why his stand is out and not with what is truly wrong.
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The next time it happens, Narancia is there. Bucciarati’s own words trail off. His fingers twitch in the air, a meaningless gesture that screams wrong, bad, wrong in Giorno’s mind.
He remembers, once, hearing Bucciarati explain that things can be unzipped and rezipped in a way that isn’t quite right. That sometimes, Bucciarati is in a rush or under too much pressure to be as precise as he would like.
He also remembers hearing of stands being incompatible with their users, but Bucciarati and Sticky Fingers work seamlessly. They move as one. Why now?
It makes him sick to think about, and he can see that same queasiness on Narancia’s features.
There’s something wrong, and Giorno doesn’t know if he can fix this with Gold Experience. He doesn’t know if he won’t just make it worse. Maybe Bucciarati needs time. Maybe his body will sort this out on its own.
Or maybe it won’t, some dark part of him whispers.
“You see it too?” Narancia asks in a whisper.
Giorno nods. Before he can speak, Narancia continues, “It’s happening more often.”
Those words feel like a knife slipped between his ribs. Before he can ask Narancia more, Bucciarati is rubbing at his eyes and making a confused sound in the back of his throat. All of Giorno’s attention is on him then, but he doesn’t know what to do.
Bucciarati more or less dismisses himself from the room after a few, confusing minutes of conversation.
“I must be tired,” Bucciarati had said.
Narancia and Giorno can only look at the door he leaves through in a helpless sort of uncertainty.
-
Giorno wants to berate himself the next time it happens, because the next time it happens is in the middle of a fight with two enemy stands, and Bucciarati is standing there, eyes drawn to the sky, and vulnerable. Sticky Fingers is no better. Giorno suspects that, if they had eyes, they would be looking in the same direction.
He doesn’t have time to panic or let the sensation of wrongness flood through him. The enemy stand sees the opening for what it is and rushes right for Sticky Fingers with an aim of demolishing stand and user alike.
Bucciarati turns his head with unfocused eyes, blinks at the thing rushing nearly right at him-- only inches off really, Sticky Fingers is too close. The enemy stand hesitates a moment, suddenly anticipating an attack, but Bucciarati only makes an odd sound in the back of his throat. His eyes draw unnaturally toward his right, where absolutely nothing of concern is waiting for him.
Giorno can only be grateful for the enemy’s hesitation. He takes advantage of it with a ruthlessness that is driven by fear more than anything.
Bucciarati doesn’t even turn his head when the enemy screams out with his last breath.
Everyone else chooses that moment to catch up to them, and the fussing is natural for the situation: the one where the two of them had been ambushed, and not the one where Bucciarati had stopped responding to his surroundings entirely.
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Giorno tries to explain it to Abbacchio, but the man waves a hand, reminds him that Bucciarati has a lot on his plate at any given time. Lapses and distractions were bound to happen. Besides, they couldn’t ever be sure where Bucciarati’s attention was. With Sticky Fingers, he could reach beyond what they were used to.
Giorno finds no comfort in the reassurances, but he nods anyways.
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Then shit hits the fan.
Or, more accurately, Bucciarati hits the floor.
Giorno bolts forward, but there’s an entire, solid oak desk blocking his path. Gold Experience doesn’t even reach Bucciarati in time. His head hits the ground with a sickening crack, and he’s disturbingly limp for a solid second or two before his whole body goes rigid.
Not one of their little group knows how to respond, all looking on in horror when Bucciarati begins to shake.
It’s Abbacchio that regains his composure first. He’s also the only one that has a clue on what to do, it seems, considering he’s rolling Bucciarati on his side before anyone else has managed to put their jaw back into its proper place.
“They’re seizures,” Abbacchio says once Giorno regains enough of his composure to crouch in front of them. Abbacchio keeps one hand on Bucciarati’s bicep, keeping him on his side without holding him down. He motions for Giorno to take over so he can shrug out of his coat.
“I know,” Giorno doesn’t think that could be any more obvious right now. He frets, for a moment, over how much pressure to put on Bucciarati, but Abbacchio doesn’t correct him.
“No, they’re seizures, Giorno. All of them. I should have realized,” Abbacchio balls his coat up and tucks it under Bucciarati’s head.
Oh.
Oh.
And, just like that, it all clicks into place. Giorno feels sick, but Abbacchio takes over holding Bucciarati on his side.
There’s a gargling sound that makes Mista reach forward, but Abbacchio stops him.
“He’s choking!”
Giorno glances back at Mista and realizes, not for the first time, that he isn’t the only one terrified by all of this.
“That’s why I have him like this, just- wait. Fuck, how long has it been?” Abbacchio has to push down his own irritation at himself for not thinking about that before, but he’s barely managing to keep his own composure.
“Thirty seconds, I think,” Trish speaks up.
“Okay, that’s good. That’s fine,” Abbacchio answers with what is meant to be a reassuring nod, but no one looks all that reassured.
There’s something horribly unsettling about the most put together of them being on the floor, with blood and spit mixing together on the ground. Giorno doesn’t actually know how much of the blood is from Bruno’s mouth versus his head, but it all looks like too much. He wants to fix it. He can fix it, but he doesn’t know if that’s a good idea while Bucciarati’s actively seizing. Hell, he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea afterwards either. It’ll hurt, and what if that just makes it worse?
An eternity seems to pass, with Giorno going back and forth with himself, and everyone else being equally tense until Bucciarati slows into what almost looks more like an occasional kick of his feet. Even that stops after another ten seconds.
All together the whole thing takes two minutes and thirteen seconds according to Trish. Abbacchio reassures them that it’s fine. That’s not too long in the grand scheme of things. When he was still a cop, he was trained to call for medical services after five minutes.
Still, Bucciarati is quiet and motionless outside of what Giorno thinks might be his attempts to swallow what’s in his mouth. Abbacchio uses part of his coat to wipe the spittle away while he speaks softly to the man.
“Oh, he…” Trish trails off, quickly removing the outer layer of her skirt. She drapes it over Bruno’s middle.
Abbacchio glances over at the same time as Giorno does, “It’s okay. That’s normal.”
Giorno takes a second to register the same thing that Abbacchio had and instantly knows that Bucciarati would be grateful for Trish’s consideration. Fugo and Narancia process a moment later and both frown. It’s not that they’re judging Bruno for something he can’t help. It’s that he couldn’t help himself in the first place. It’s another thing that makes it all so much more real. If Mista processes it at all, he doesn’t say anything.
Fugo moves to reach out, to touch Bucciarati, but Abbacchio catches his hand. Gentle. “Give him another minute. If we work him up too much…” He doesn’t want to continue that thought. Doesn’t want to accidentally infer that they might be responsible for the next seizure or this one. Or any of those previous. But the reality is that Bucciarati’s brain is dealing with enough. Overstimulating him is too much of a risk.
“Should we…?” Mista asks, already backing up a bit.
“No, we just don’t want to crowd him,” Abbacchio rubs along Bucciarati’s arm in the meantime. He continues his quiet reassurances until Narancia startles.
“His eyes!”
Abbacchio glances up at Bucciarati’s face, half expecting to see another seizure beginning to take hold, but he’s relieved to find Bucciarati looking around sluggishly instead. “Welcome back,” he says gently, “You’re okay now- woah, you need to stay put. Good, yeah, like that. You’re alright. We have you. No one is attacking us.”
“W-where?”
“Giorno’s office,” Abbacchio answers easily. He wipes at Bucciarati’s mouth again. There’s definitely blood coming from either his cheek or his tongue. “You owe me a new coat.”
Bucciarati hums and closes his eyes.
“You really had no clue, did you?” Abbacchio keeps rubbing along Bucciarati’s arm. Something comforting but not all together overwhelming. “That’s fine. We can take care of this.” He catches Bucciarati’s hand when it darts out. He checks Bucciarati’s eyes again and sees there’s a muted alarm to them. “You’re alright. You’re just coming back to us from a seizure, but you’re doing good-- great.” He looks to the rest of their little crew when Bucciarati’s eyes slide shut again, “He’s probably going to cycle through this a couple of times, and he’s going to be very tired. He needs to rest. Those other seizures-- they tire you out, but this…” He lets them infer the level of exhaustion they should be anticipating. Abbacchio certainly wouldn’t expect anything from Bucciarati after what was possibly his first grand mal.
It takes time, but they get Bucciarati into bed. Abbacchio is gentle with removing Bucciarati’s clips and taking apart his braid. He doesn’t think the added tension will help. He waits until the kids scatter to start undressing him.
Sticky Fingers appears midway through, and they look like they’ve been through the ringer.
“He’s going to be okay,” Abbacchio tells them. He calls to Moody Blues, thinks maybe her presence will be reassuring. He isn’t surprised when stand leans upon stand. He hopes the comforting gesture translates to Bucciarati without adding unnecessary strain.
He has Bucciarati tucked in by the time the kids get back. He leaves Bucciarati in a new pair of briefs rather than attempting to fully redress him. His knowledge on seizures isn’t the best, but he knows to expect soreness. Getting Bucciarati dressed again simply doesn’t seemed to be worth it in Abbacchio’s mind. The kids aren’t going to go looking under the blankets anyways.
He doesn’t notice Sticky Fingers getting a hold of Bucciarati’s head until there’s already a zipper in place. It doesn’t seem to bother him, so Abbacchio shrugs and let’s the stand take care of their user. Everyone had heard the sound of Bucciarati’s head hitting the floor; no doubt there’s a nasty cut under there. Stick Fingers’ zipper will keep the bleeding to a minimum until they all feel a little more comfortable poking at Bucciarati again.
“Is there anything else we can do?” Giorno asks, when they all stand there practically wringing their hands from anxiety. Each undoubtedly preferring that it was themselves in Bucciarati’s position.
“Not right now,” Abbacchio says, in that same gentle tone from earlier. His own nerves are shot, but he knows they’re scared. They want to help. He gets that, and being snappish and potentially starting an argument isn’t going to do anything for Bucciarati’s overworked system.
Giorno hesitates, but he nods. He wants to heal the problem away, but there’s more to this than he understands. He thinks it might be a mistake to try and intervene now, so he gently tugs Mista toward the door. Mista tugs on Narancia, and Narancia tries to pull Fugo along.
“Narancia,” Giorno calls when the other opens his mouth. “Let’s go.” He puts as much authority into his tone as he can manage. Truthfully, he feels too helpless to feel like their leader.
Narancia grumbles something under his breath but allows himself to be tugged along. Giorno closes the door behind them.
#bruabba#bruno bucciarati#leone abbacchio#bruno buccellati#giorno giovanna#jjba#jojo's bizzare adventure#jjba part 5#everyone lives au#bucci gang#blitzwrites#blitz#fic: islt
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Cold Blood (Bucciarati x Reader)
FS, as I deem you, you are always welcome in my inbox you nutball 😘
Incoming forced Bucciarati x Reader angst.
In the end, even the righteous are nothing more than animals.
NSFW
[Warnings: rape, dead dove do not eat]
Art credit: MIE. on pixiv
When you and Bruno had entered the abandoned hangar, it seemed normal enough. A bit ominous in how massive and empty it was, an impression not helped by the lack of lighting, but nothing out of the ordinary. All you wanted to do was get in, gather some intel, and leave.
That’s when you spotted Diavolo’s henchmen.
“You’ve built up quite a reputation for yourself, Bucciarati. Many loyal citizens even refer to you as the Santo di Napoli…How quaint.”
Bruno’s mind reeled for ways to wipe the shit-eating grin off of the green-lipped doctor that loomed atop some scaffolding near forty feet above you. Even the gremlin that perched next to him on all fours seemed to be mocking in his gaze. Fear etched its way into your features, as neither of your stands were equipped to reach them. Until they made a move, you were caught like mice in a trap.
“My orders were to execute you both, but there’s a small experiment I’ve been dying to try for decades. The world lacks such passionate and honorable men as yourself, and I fear that if I simply snuff out your life now, I might never get the chance to see if my theory holds true.”
Your capo stood in front of you protectively, fingers itching, a cold and calculated look on his features. He was no doubt regretful that he had asked you and not one of his other underlings to help him with this task. His number one goal was to protect the ones he loved, and his love for you ran much deeper than you even realized.
“You see, I have a theory that any man on the planet can be brought to their base instincts with nothing more than a chemical. Humans love to drone on about how civilized and evolved we are. We tout our self-control as though we’re anything more than sentient beasts…The problem has been finding a man virtuous enough to be worth experimenting on. You should be honored that I’ve chosen you, Bucciarati.”
Cioccolata gave Secco a tap on the head and gestured for him to fish something out of his pockets. The boy did so gratefully, worming his fingers through the taller man’s pants until he found what he was looking for. His shoddily held together mask slipped down and revealed a beaming grin as he held up a small pistol for the doctor to see.
“Perfect! Always a reliable boy,” Cioccolata praised, flicking a white cube into his pet’s waiting mouth. He turned his attention back to his anxious captives, “If the experiment goes well, I’ll gladly let the two of you live. Though, I don’t know if you’ll want to.”
It happened in a millisecond. He pointed the pistol straight at Bruno and pulled the trigger once. Something much thinner than a bullet shot right through Bruno’s black and white suit into his bicep. You rushed forward to help him as he cried out in pain, immediately ripping the foreign object out of his arm and throwing it to the floor like it was made of fire. It appeared to be some kind of small, pink dart.
“Stay back!” Bruno shouted at you, feeling warmth spread from the sight of injection throughout his upper body. Whatever was in the dart worked immediately, and as you made eye contact you watched his frantic pupils dilate to the point that you could no longer see a hint of his bright blue irises. Panic flooded through you as you watched him struggle, fearing that he was in real pain. You turned up to shout obscenities at Cioccolata, demanding to know what he’d done, but the doctor’s unhinged look of pure delight gave you pause.
“I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him if I were you,” He said, clucking his tongue. You noticed that Secco was leaned over the edge of the scaffolding, angling a video camera your direction.
Bruno’s heavy breathing brought your attention back. He was sweating bullets, normally kempt raven hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes flicked up and down your body as his chest heaved. Fear gripped you as you realized he looked like a cornered feral animal, “Bucciarati…are you o-”
“[Y/n]…” He practically growled, limbs twitching, drool dripping from his parted lips, “Run.”
You didn’t need him to tell you twice. The entrance to the warehouse was twenty to thirty feet away. If you could just get outside, you could flag down Abbacchio and Giorno who stood as lookouts for backup.
You got hardly ten feet before something wrapped around your waist and slammed you backwards onto the hard metal floor, knocking the air out of you. Your veins ran ice cold as whatever it was immediately hooked its arms beneath your shoulders and began to drag you backwards. You kicked out wildly and screamed bloody murder, trying to dig your soles into the floor just enough to keep from being taken.
In a last ditch effort to escape, you turned your head down to bite the arms that constricted your chest. Horrified, you realized they belonged to Sticky Fingers.
“Bucciarati, stop!” You cried out, terribly confused. Sticky Fingers stopped and heaved you sideways so that Bruno stood at your feet, looming over you. His breathing was even more erratic, and his hands were visibly trembling. A single tear leaked from his blown out eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. You tried to jerk out of the stand’s grasp as it suddenly gripped the sides of your shirt and ripped it open in a flurry of movement. Bruno’s eyes pierced your bare chest with his unhinged gaze, and suddenly he was on you like a rabid wolf. Lips, hands, teeth, breath- all of it gliding along your body at once with no regard for your sobs of protest.
Bruno and Sticky Fingers made quick work of your clothing, stripping you naked in a matter of seconds. All you could do was beg your capo to stop as he exposed you to the world, and all he could do was mutter apology after apology. He gripped your hair painfully and pressed his body against you, rutting his clothed, painfully hard erection against your lower abdomen and panting in your ear.
“[Y/n], [y/n]…I have to. I need to…”
“Bucc-Bruno, please don’t do this,” You wept. Bruno bypassed removing his pants altogether by just zipping the top half of them off completely, freeing his throbbing length. It hit your bare stomach with a sickening slap and bile rose in your throat. Sticky Fingers tightened its grip on your arms as you struggled, but you managed to kick Bruno hard in the thigh.
“You bitch,” He shouted, hands moved impossibly fast, digging his nails into your flailing legs so hard they pierced your skin. His voice sounded like it came from another entity altogether. You never even thought it possible for Bruno to get so enraged.
Just as fast as his fury came it disappeared into dust. His face immediately twisted into sadness and he threw himself against you, letting out a slew of apologies against your ear. You stopped struggling and just cried, completely stunned and profoundly conflicted. On the one hand, the man you trusted the most in this world was going to violate you beyond repair. On the other hand, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Bruno. It was the enemies that stood proudly above you, lazily gratifying their own members to your despair.
Like a man possessed, Bruno pushed your thighs apart painfully wide and began frotting against your bare folds. His groveling melted into mumbling incoherently about all of the ways he’s wanted to fuck you ever since the day you met. It pained you deeply to think that your friendship might have been nothing but Bruno biding his time, waiting for the day you would accede to his desire. You tried to shake the thought from your head. It isn’t Bruno, it isn’t Bruno.
From somewhere above, you heard Secco cackle wildly. The tip of Bruno’s cock found its way into your entrance, and the burning stretch immediately brought fresh tears to your eyes.
Bruno pressed on, despite the fact that your body rejected him fully. It was agony, your role model’s thick, dry length impaling you inch by excruciating inch. His lips met your neck and sucked angry red marks into your clammy skin. It felt like he was splitting you in two. Sticky Fingers gripped your arms so tightly one of your shoulders felt dangerously close to popping out of its socket.
“Looks like I was right again, Secco. Even Santo Bucciarati can’t fight nature,” You shook your head violently, feeling the room spin. Stop talking…you thought. Stop talking, stop talking, it isn’t him!
After eons, Bruno finally bottomed out inside of you. Even sitting still, the thrum of pain you felt around his cock was immense. Your eyes wrenched closed, refusing to watch as Bruno took your body for his own.
“Please,” You whimpered one final time, appealing to some part of Bruno you desperately hoped was still lurking beneath the surface of whatever possessed him. You were granted no such appeal.
“Fuck,” He growled, moving inside of you, dick dragging along your walls like barbed wire. He felt your hot, sticky tears against his cheek as his sweat-slicked face leaned against yours, and in his first act of kindness dragged his tongue along them, “Don’t cry, bella…you’re taking me so well…” His hips snapped against you as his hands roamed your body, grasping at whatever flesh was within his reach. Even Sticky Fingers made small sounds as his user canted deep inside of you.
Bruno moaned aloud when your pussy clamped on his length for the briefest of moments as he hit a spot that, under other circumstances, would have felt incredible. Instead, it only made you sick. A cloying feeling scratching at your guts as he fucked you with wild abandon.
His thrusts became more erratic once his lips found yours. You fought as hard as you could, clamping your lips shut and turning your face away from him. Sticky Fingers didn’t hesitate to painfully grab your jaw and snap your head back to center, using its thick digits to pry open your mouth and give its owner access. Bruno moaned into your mouth when his tongue met yours, and it took everything inside of you not to retch as it slid along your throat.
“God, fuck,” He pulled away from you, wrapping his arms around your neck and penetrating your hole at a brutal pace, “I love you, [y/n],” Your stomach dropped, “I love you, I love you, I-” His hips stuttered as his release hit him suddenly, his seed spurting deep within you all at once. You whimpered pitifully at its warmth, disgusted at the feeling of his thick semen coating your walls.
Cioccolata slowly clapped. Secco proudly showed him from what great angles he managed to film the fall of Bucciarati.
Bruno clung to you for several minutes after his orgasm, when all you wanted him to do was leave you alone to mourn. His body trembled against yours. When he finally pulled away, you saw that his eyes, the real Bruno’s eyes, were filled to the brim with tears. You never saw him look so pained. He tried to speak, but no words came. Sticky Fingers faded away, and you collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Bruno pulled himself from you and bellowed into the endless abyss of the hangar until his throat was raw.
Diavolo’s guards held true to their word. They didn’t kill you that night, or any other night. They simply collected their data, and left the two of you to wallow in your shattered new reality.
*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.
#jjba imagines#bucciarati#bucciarati x reader#bruno bucciarati#buccellati#tw: rape#angst#not sfw#very not sfw#oops! all angst#dead dove do not eat#inappropriate use of stands#asks#requests#writing#sorry#jjba#cioccolata#secco#fics
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Passione x Reader: Sudoh Buck AU
This was too fucking good to let it rot in AO3 so now you all have to be subjected to my JoJo thirst. All characters aged up (otherwise how the fuck would they have this job??)
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“So you’re not working my shift???”
“No... you’re actually my relief.”
Your best friend is clocking out just as you’re going to clock in. She looks dolefully up at you, nearly in tears from how the day has treated her. It’s her last shift for the week at the Passione Street location for Sudoh Buck, but you’re not sure why it was she had such a horrible time.
“He’s so mean!” She whispers as you lean down next to her.
“Who?!”
“The one on drive thru. He kept kicking me off bar because I made too many mistakes. I don’t know what I’m going to do for a whole three weeks with these people. I miss our store.”
The system is unavailable for you to punch in on the computer, so you’ll have to hunt down the punch communication log and you’re not exactly enthralled to be asking the dudes at the front. One of the guys, silver haired giant with neon lipstick, fucking glared you down when you went to the back. Had it not been for your coworker from the old store (Kimmy) walking out to say goodbye you’re sure he would have pummeled you.
“Yeah?” You ask, slightly bristling as your friend continues to look sad. “Well fuck me I guess. I’ll have to find out where that damn book is and go talk to one of them, and then you’ll be out and I’ll have to deal with this shit all by myself. At least you had the luxury of working with our crew...”
You can’t help the bitterness in your voice even though you know your friend is hurt. It’s been one fucking thing after another. You kept asking everyone where to go, and after being ignored and given a gang face, you’re not altogether sure you like Passione location after all... it’s in a location where you used to live as a child, not too far a commute from your current house where you live with your mother, and it’s the newest location established. But the newness is a fucking facade. You already have a bad impression by how they treated your friend, you can’t imagine they’re taking too kindly to being invaded by a new store. A friend working the S. Platinum location told you the other day he heard some blonde bastard of a shift complaining that the Ogre Street crew was stealing all the tips from the regular crew.
From a customer’s perspective, this is a coffee drinker’s paradise. Everything looks bright and new, when you walk into the cafe area, the front where they have the registers and the pastry case is on one big countertop that’s shared with the espresso bar and cold bar. In back of the bar is the drive thru window, and at the end of the espresso bar there’s some seating arrangements where customers can watch their drinks being made. It’s a typical Sudoh Buck color scheme. Lots of greys and white, the customers flock to it looking to get their fix, but under the facade there’s apparently a bastard crew working it. On top of that, the remodel for your location is going to take longer than anticipated. What else can you do but just rough it out with strangers you don’t even know?
“Well... I guess I’ll go home now.” Your friend murmurs sadly.
“Yeah. Bye.”
Your friend gets up and gathers her things, looking at you wistfully before mouthing “good luck”. In a few seconds she’s gone, and you’re standing there in an unfamiliar back office, apron in hand, wondering how on earth you’re going to survive the first day without anyone from your old store to help you.
“Oh hi there!”
An unusually cheerful voice jolts you out of your stupor as you come face to face with an unfamiliar associate. He looks fairly young, black messy hair held back with a bandana, and he looks you up and down with a sly look in his violet eyes.
“You’re one of the baristas from Ogre Street Mall yeah? Are you looking for the book?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as he ties up the strings of his apron. His black metal name tag has green chalk marker on it too small to make out, so you can’t tell his name right away.
“Yeah, I started a few months ago at that location. And yes, that would be helpful.” You tell him your name, and you can’t help the jump in your pulse when you hear him roll it off his tongue.
“That’s a pretty cute name.” He flirts, coming up on you with his fist up. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Narancia.”
You have to smile as you fist bump him (hey, it’s impolite to leave a homeboy hanging). Immediately you feel the strongest connection to him; Narancia is the first helpful and friendly face you’ve met so far in this location. And if he’s this cute and working a shift with you, you fully intend to stick by him wherever he goes.
“That’s not a bad name either my guy.” You smile. “Now about that book...”
“Come with me to front, we keep the book by the register in case anyone can’t get into the system.” He casually drapes an arm around your shoulder and you instinctually lean into him.
Hey, no one’s ever flirted with you before at work, and there’s no harm in it if you’re single. You know he’s probably smiling wider than fuck, but you could really care less at this point. Embarrassment ended when work jaded you. When you’re working 36 hours a week for minimum wage you tend to lose things like dignity.
“Here, make sure you check off this part with ‘New Store Labor’. Want me to get the ASM so he can tell you where to go?”
“That’d be great.” You insist. “I really appreciate you.”
“Stay right there!”
He runs off to the same isolated corner where you can hear the guys running drive thru taking orders. Before you write your name in the book, you notice that Narancia doesn’t clock in on the computer. The entire week is him filling out his punches in the book, one of many indicators that he was a barista who hated the new update for the punch log on the iPads. This indicates he’s the best kind of barista: the lazy fuck who can shortcut anything and come out on top. A few others prefer the book too, and you can’t help but admire the immaculate handwriting of this “Leone Abbacchio”, and you wonder if they’re as nice as their handwriting.
While you write in your punch, some dude with a funny looking orange beanie looks at you from his spot by the convection ovens, and you notice he’s muttering to himself on what looks like a gaming headset. When you make eye contact with him, he looks away as though he’s been caught committing a crime, saved by the loud beeping of the oven. He takes the tongs he’s holding and takes out some croissants, bagging them and putting stickers on the front before running them past you.
Narancia seems to be taking his sweet ass time with the assistant store manager. There’s another young looking guy, a blonde, at the point of sales system, the cafe is dead but bar is bumping, you can see other baristas pumping out drinks like their lives depend on it. Occasionally one will hand a drink off to a counter out of sight (probably to neon lipstick asshole who gang faced you earlier). The blonde leans against the counter, looking at you up and down the same way Narancia did. Vaguely you wonder: why did your friend say these guys were assholes? The blond and Narancia, along with the warming guy, seem perfectly content to check you out, and frankly you’re enjoying the attention. Fuck a duck, the guys here are hot!
“You’re the barista from Ogre Street?”
The question comes from the blonde at the POS system. You nod.
“Yessir. Just coming on board until the remodel happens.” You reply. “What’s your name?”
“Call me Fugo. You?”
He smiles when you tell him your name, but evidently you’re going to have to wait your turn to talk to him. That’s the beauty of working a coffee shop, customers just crawl out of the woodwork and line up at the POS system, and you smile when you hear Fugo’s very lovely “Welcome to Sudoh Buck, what may I get started for you today?”. It’s pretty awkward just chilling out by the pastry case. Typically you just jump into the first unmanned task when you walk into your store, but this is entirely new territory. Even the espresso machines are different here, you heard talk that soon all the new Sudoh Buck locations are getting what’s called Mastrena 4’s, whatever the shit that means. All you know is it’s supposed to make things a hell of a lot easier, and that you have to have it mastered before the remodel is completed.
“Sorry we kept you waiting for so long, you must be so confused.”
You’re pulled out of your stupor and suddenly face to face with the most gorgeous assistant store manager you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s got what your coworkers would call a “Karen” haircut, but he wears it well, and apparently he doesn’t mind it all too much that you’re staring at him like he’s a piece of meat in a butcher shop. He’s tall, all legs and arms with broad shoulders in a black turtleneck sweater. Narancia is almost overshadowed by the ASM’s beauty (he returns wearing the same headset as the guy on oven duty), but you sneak a glance at him too just for a minute.
“Y-yea... I mean, no it’s cool. I just, it’s like was anyone going to tell me what to do? Or was I supposed to have a sense of purpose myself?”
... Jesus Christ on a crutch... you note that the ASM must really appreciate your blunt humor, because his blue eyes are even smiling as he laughs. Narancia can’t help but laugh too, and with both men looking like snacks whenever they smile you’re about to drop from being so weak in the knees.
“I think you’ll be a great fit here.” The ASM smiles, “My name is Bruno Buccellati. You are...”
Your name rolling off his tongue makes you weak again. Oh lort... how does any barista get work done around here with all this man candy???
“Before we start, what position are you most comfortable with?” Bruno asks.
You’re about ten seconds from blurting out something nasty: spit roast sounds nice, Narancia and oven guy can watch.
“Ok...” you steel yourself, fully prepared with a speech you’d rehearsed in the car only an hour before. “I’m gonna keep it real with you chief, I don’t know how to do anything in a drive thru, and I don’t know how to run the new Mastrenas. If someone can show me I can do bar, otherwise I’m down to help on cold.”
Bruno seems to take this into consideration, looking over at the line that’s forming on front. Narancia looks too, immediately hopping onto bar where he starts steaming milk and pulling espresso shots from the machine without anyone having to ask him. His quick response triggers that look in Bruno’s eyes, and he nods you over towards the bar.
“I think I’ll have you with Narancia on cold bar for now. He’s going to be cafe and drive thru bar, so whatever he needs help with, just pull the stickers and he can show you where everything is. We’ll kill this line, and then I can give you a more permanent assignment. How’s that sound?”
“Gotcha!”
You instantly spring into action, much more confident now that you have direction. Narancia is pulling stickers out of a square machine and pasting them to cups, handing the plastic ones to you where you spring into action. Getting into a sequence, you start a drink, begin another one, work on the first, then start a third, going on like this until you’ve got a rhythm. Pumping out teas, fraps, refreshers, anything iced at all. Your hands fly over your work, and you almost don’t hear the praises that are being showered on you.
“Damn look at her go!” Whistles Narancia, “Hey Mista! Check out bar star over here!”
The guy from warming is over your shoulder as you hand out a drink, calling out Tom’s 20 ounce passion hibiscus tea. He smiles at you for a split second, too dazzling for words, then runs back to the oven when his headset lights up.
Vaguely you wonder how the hell your friend had such a rough time here at this location when there’s so much nice man candy to look at.
#vento aureo#jojo’s bizzare adventure vento aureo#jojo’s bizzare adventure#jjba x reader#jjba#bruno bucciarati x reader#bruno bucciarati#bruno buccellati#guido mista x reader#guido mista#pannacotta fugo x reader#pannacotta fugo#narancia ghirga x reader#narancia ghirga#leone abbacchio x reader#leone abbacchio#trish una#trish una x reader
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same anon for mista and i love your hcs! 💖 is it ok if i ask again but this time with him pining after you for so long and just wants to be out with it and sweep you off your feet and call you his if thats alright?
AHHH!!! I love pining. And I think Mista would be such a sweet sweet doofus in love so I have fun imagining these kinds of things for him. I’m going to do a hybrid between a fanfic and an hc post, so expect like… a story, but in bullet form??? hopefully that makes sense (and hopefully this is ok!!). Here’s some Mista pining for the longest time ever… FT. the members of the Bucci gang (and Trish), who collectively decide to meddle a bit so you can just start going out already.
absolutel y LOVIng the enthusiasm for our italian marksman,,,, so if you like this ask for more Mista because writing him is actually really fun for me
also i purposely made my grammar and spelling and my voice and such very silly for this thing so please excuse that. i’m having some fun too
**mostly written from Mista’s POV**
wordcount: 3.0k
sO
it’s been a few years now that Giorno’s been the boss
and you joined the gang a couple years ago
haven’t really climbed up the ranks, but!! Bucciarati took notice of your good work and so did Giorno
so you were assigned to work with Bucci’s team
and you’ve been there for the past year and a half
and for the past year or so, mista has had the fattest crush on you
narancia and trish took an immediate liking to you when bruno introduced you
so they introduced you to mista
anyway it’s just
so easy to fall in love with you
you’ve got the heartiest and dorkiest laugh he’s ever heard and he loves it
face of an angel
loves how you know when to crack a joke and when to get serious
beautiful lips!!! pretty and soft looking and he just wants to kiss you!!
ahem–
right
beautiful eyes!! he has no idea how many times he’s gotten lost in them, but he’s stared at them pretty often
very very intelligent, always seen with a book when the team has downtime
mista reads a lot too, but he’s been picking up more books now that he’s seen you read
that way he can do something together with you
sometimes you’ll recommend books to him
he THOUGHT he would hate the philosophy book you recommended to him
he hates philosophy and hates overthinking anything
but it turns out, the course of love was right up his alley like you suggested
and now mista is more convinced than ever that you’re his soulmate
he’s like
dead sure
100%
you’re perfect to him
sweet, funny, caring–the entire package
unfortunately guido’s convinced that you’re wayy out of his league
usually he’ll ask someone out regardless
the possibility of being shot down never scared him before
“ya win some ya lose some”
thaT used to be his mindset
but with you?!! no
he’s definitely not risking that
he’s already got something pretty good going on with you
doesn’t want to wreck the current relationship you have with each other
you’re friends and you have fun with each other
it’s basically perfect!!
except
mista obviously wants a little more than that
kisses and cuddles and maybe some other stuff too if you’re up to it
but what if you don’t want that??
and if he asks you out or tells you how he really feels
what happens???
if you say no, what’ll happen to your friendship after that??
god now he’s overthinking everything again!!
anyway it’s valentine’s day
and the entire team celebrates together because none of you have any plans
and you’re all just hanging around giorno’s big fancy house in the posillipo district of napoli
everyone’s just lounging around one of the sitting rooms when mista gets up and excuses himself to get a drink from the kitchen
Trish notices he’s been in the kitchen for way too long tho (and isolating yourself from the rest of the company is NOT party behavior)
so she goes there, sees Mista feeding the Sex Pistols a bunch of snacks and decides to take action
“Mista”
“mhm” Mista feeds number 5 another chip, looks up at trish and then goes back to feeding his babies again
final straw for trish
“oh look it’s y/n” trish points over his shoulder and mista immediaTELY scrambles around the counter and starts to stutter “I was just joking, calm down”
at least he’s snapped out of it
“don’t make jokes like that!!” mista huffs and smooths his sweater down before like, triple checking to make sure you’re not actually within earshot
“what’s the matter with you? you always get so jumpy when someone mentions y/n” she starts wagging her finger at him. “is it because you think y/n’s cute?? or is it because you have a crush on--”
“i don’t–i don’T have a crush on y/n!!” he starts digging around giorno’s fridge for a drink and just settles on cracking open a peroni
yes, mista
drink some beer
that will totally solve your problems
anyway he does like you
the thing is
he’s not sure if you like him back
and usually he’s ok with people knowing if he has a crush on someone
but now that it’s you he wants to keep it to himself
he’s always considered bucciarati, abbacchio, narancia, fugo, giorno and trish like family, but he’s not about to admit he has a crush on you
because he knows 100% that they’ll all tease him,
((ok maybe not giorno so much, but guido definitely wouldn’t put it past the other five))
he’s just not about that lifestyle
especially because narancia and trish would definitely end up letting it slip to you
and he can’t have that
no sir
when someone even slightly suggests that what mista feels for you is more than just plain old friendship he just goes pffFFfffTT me? no. no crush. i don’t do dating. or crushing. too busy for that crap
but like
cmon
everYONE knows
it’s pretty damn obvious he has a crush on you
always being the first to volunteer to get paired up with you on missions
always the first to shoo away any creep who tries to flirt with you
also he definitely throws longing glances at you whenever you’re not looking
has stared at your lips
and bruno’s caught him doing that MORE than once
((seven times now, if you must know. bruno’s been counting))
“are you going to talk to y/n tonight?” trish asks, nudging him. “neither of you have said a word to each other”
mista’s cheeks flare up immediately
now everyone knows you’re single
even mista
it’s the only reason why he’s letting himself daydream about you
but just the thought of asking you out makes him want to piss himself
he’s part of a gang, yes
he’s also part of bucciarati’s team
he’s been through life or death scenarios
he’s been at death’s doorstep more times than you can probably count
he has a place among these hardened criminals
but you just make him SO so nervous
he can’t look at you straight in the eye for more than three seconds before he starts blushing and looking away
and either you’re too dumb to notice or he’s just so so out of your radar that you ignore all his obvious feelings
“was wondering where you guys went” narancia came to get a drink too, cracks open a beer too and sits on the counter. “what’re we talking about”
“we’re talking about how much mista loves y/n”
“oh i love talking about that–wait” narancia coughs on his beer.
mista knows EXACTLY where this is going. “don’t–”
“you and–” narancia claps a hand over his mouth and starts laughing “i KNEW IT”
and soon enough everybody else (minus you) has joined them in the kitchen
everyone’s teasing mista about you (minus giorno, who’s just shaking his head), narancia’s making kissy noises
abbacchio keeps making these “just ask her out already, you idiot”
Bruno is saying “you’ll never know what happens if you don’t say anything, and we all know you want to say something–”
fugo is telling him “if you don’t take your shot now, you might not get your chance”
mista wants to SCREECH
“shut up! what if y/n hears you idiots”
and fugo goes “has anyone else noticed that thing that mista does, where he feeds y/n a bite of his food ALL the time, but he never does it with us unless we ask”
“or the one time mista took a bullet for y/n”
“or that one time he broke y/n’s umbrella so they’d HAVE to share his umbrella”
“it was broken, idiots! that’s why I shared mine”
“mmmmhm sure it was”
and fugo nudges mista a little too hard and mista spills beer on himself
“fuck you guys” and mista grumbles and shoves past them to go to the bathroom upstairs
everyone exchanges glances
giorno just jams his thumb into his temple and sighs. “how have they not gotten together yet?”
literally everyone in that room has actively tried to push you two together
none of it has worked, obviously
you aren’t making a move
neither has mista
you two are adults but you’re acting like teenagers
except most teenagers prob would’ve acted on their feelings now
and just two minutes after, you stroll into the kitchen super grumpy
“why did everyone ditch me in the sitting room?”
“oh we were just talking about you” bruno hums and pops a biscotto into his mouth
“yeah? what about?”
“talking about how wimpy you and mist–MmmP” Abbacchio claps a hand over Narancia’s mouth before he finishes
“want anything to drink?” fugo asks. his eyes are darting around like crazy and you think its s u s p i c i o u s !!!
“it’s alright I’ll get something later”
giorno wants to conduct a little experiment
mista doesn’t want to talk about his feelings for you
and you haven’t said anything really, but he has a feeling you’re not going to deny any of this
“oh, there you are mista”
and immediately you just duck under the counter behind giorno and start fixing yourself–hair, shirt, EVERYTHING
giorno just stares at you
so do the others
god its official–you and mista were made for each other
“god help me,” abbacchio gives you a hand. “what’s up with you? slip on a wet patch or something?”
you glare at all of them. “Why the hell did you do that?”
giorno smiles. you’re all pretty familiar with each other so cussing and acting a little friendly isn’t an issue.
but now bruno wants to go upstairs and dunk mista’s head into some water and tell him to just ask you out already
it’s so infuriating for them
everyone knows how much you like each other
everyone
everyone except you and mista anyway
and you’ve liked mista for almost the same amount of time he’s liked you
it’s not your fault!!!
Mista is beautiful
the most beautiful face in the world!!! and the body of a greek god
sculpted like some fancy statue
he’s sweet, can be very polite
does his job so well
smart
best, dreamiest smile you’ve ever seen
great taste in food
the best person to talk to–never too serious, but you always know he’s listening
always super super protective and considerate towards civilians and is TOTALLY against getting normal people wrapped up into their fights and work
and he’s so perfect
also not to be a pig, but you can definitely appreciate what a great ass he has
“you like mista, don’t you?” trish asks
you shrugged. “so what if I do? lots of people like mista”
“but you LIKE like him”
you’re not going to flat out deny it
otherwise giorno might take it as “oh y/n doesn’t want to be paired up with mista anymore for missions, so blah blah blah”
and nope, can’t have that
you can at least tell your new friends about your feelings
not that you’ll act out on them of course
and you’re shy about it still so you’re not going to even tHINK about telling mista
it’s fine you can just read books next to him forever
and then just watch when he finally finds someone he likes and goes out with them instead
ouch
speaking of mista
where is he
“so,… where’s mista?”
“he’s in the bathroom, but he’ll be coming down soon” fugo just points to the staircase
giorno just adds “i was thinking of taking us all out for dinner too”
so half an hour later you’re at libeccio
which is great, service and food are sublime
except you’re seated across the table from mista
and he’s not looking at you
so you just decide to talk to abbacchio and bruno since mista’s ignoring you
and mista gets a little nervous and sees how you’re talking away with abbacchio
and fair enough, abbacchio’s a great guy to talk to once he’s warmed up to you
and he’s smart and good looking
and mista’s convinced that maybe you’re just into older guys!! and bad boys!!
abbacchio’s got that aesthetic nailed down
mista starts wondering if he can pull it off
and he looks at abbacchio’s get up and gets pretty depressed
yeah, that’s not happening
you’d definitely make fun of him if you caught him dressing up like abbacchio
and he kinda stares into the bottle of mineral water on the table and spaces out
fuck this he’ll just pretend he’s on a date with you and zone everyone else out
and all of a sudden giorno looks at his watch and gets up from his seat
“I’m sorry, it looks like I’m going to have to leave early–I forgot about an appointment I was supposed to have”
mista looks confused
so do you
everyone else though is like “yeah that makes total sense giorno”
and you’re looking at them all like ??? “It’s night time”
and Bruno, the underboss gets up too
“I should probably go with you actually,”
and then Abbacchio quirks a brow…. and then a couple of seconds later sighs and adds “actually I think I have to go home and water some plants”
and you’re getting annoyed at this point “I thought you guys wanted to celebrate valentine’s day together!! I could’ve stayed home and watched movies or something tonight, jerks”
and then fugo leaves because he’s suddenly got some errands to do
and narancia and trish leave when they realize they’ve “suddenly got mani-pedi appointments” even though…. all the salons are closed at this hour
and you’re PISSED
mista stays behind though, and you’re actually really really happy about that
“thank god, at least I have you, right?”
and mista just laughs nervously
“yeah,,, I’m here for you”
and he WANTS TO SCREECH
but thankfully you just smile and clap your hands excitedly and lean over and share a menu with him
“ok !! let’s order some really expensive food and have them send the bill to the almighty ‘Don Giorno,’ huh???” and mista’s heart melts because
that is such a a brilliant idea
god you’re perfect
“yeah let’s do that,” and he just kinda basks in the proximity and lets himself get comfortable
and you both order some really tasty stuff!!!
affetati misti and burrata affumicata for appetizer (the pistols love it), risotto al pescatore and spaghetti alla carbonara for the first course, gamberoni alla griglia and filetto alla brace for the second course
and then you guys leave libeccio and find some gelateria
and you’re not really up for getting your own gelato because you’re so stuffed
but mista’s still a little hungry
and after that he offers to walk you home
the weather’s pretty nice anyway so you’re like “!! yes that sounds perfect”
and then halfway thru you ask if you can try some of his gelato and he’s like
“yeah,,, totally fine haha”
and he’s NOT screaming when you start helping yourself to his hazelnut gelato
and he kinda gestures at your mouth when some of it gets plastered to the corner of your lip
and you’re about to wipe it off yourself when he swipes his thumb around your lip
and he just kinda looks away and mutters “yeah, all good now”
the rest of the walk is super silent
so silent
not that either of you mind really
and then suddenly you’re at your apartment
and you’re about to say bye to mista
and it’s just you two and no one’s around and it’s Valentine’s Day so
why not give him a hug
so you lean in to give him a hug and mista’s like thinking ok this is happening and i am actually very fine with this
and he just kinda meets you halfway and hugs you
except he trips and all his weight kinda pushes you up against the door to you apartment
and it takes you a good minute to realize that
you’re kissing him
mista’s lips
your lips
and you wanted it to happen, yes but
oh no now everything’s RUINED
and mista just scrambles away when he realizes what he’s done and bows his head
and all of a sudden he’s babbling a bunch of nonsense and he’s so nervous
oh god it’s ruined
everything’s ruined
and he’s just moving his hands around and talking way too fast
and he’s so so full of remorse
and he tries to like lay a hand on your shoulder or like hold your hand or something but you’re staring at him like he’s grown five EXTRA heads
and maybe they’re all very attractive heads because he swears you’re blinking and babbling and looking away bashfully
and it’s so cute but he fucked up
he fucked up real bad
this is all his fault
“oh god, i’m so sorry” and he’s speaking so quickly. “please don’t leave. or you can i guess, i messed up–”
and you’re really confused because??? you thought he like flinched away because he DIDN’T like you
“i don’t understand what you’re saying mista–”
“it’s fine ! don’t worry about me, just–” he’s like shaking his head because he already messed up by kissing you, he doesn’t want to say something stupid “please just tell me what you want me to do? I know I fucked up”
and you’re just staring at him and he wants to be swallowed up by the ground right about now
“do you want me to leave you alone? i can ask giorno to transfer you to another team or something, please just–”
“I didn’t mind it”
mista just stops talking and looks at you … what
“I… actually liked it”
and he’s blinking
this can’t be real
you’re way way wayy out of his league
does this mean
“this is probably the worst time to say it, but I like you”
mista’s silent now
and then you have to swat him in the shoulder
“I said that i like you, you idiot”
and mista just gets this cheesey smile on his face and starts repeating it “you like me?? really???”
“i said it twice now, mista” and you’re just standing in front of him, hands on your hips. “at least say something back or-or SOMETHING”
and he does
he says everything
he just lets it all out
he’s liked you ever since he met you
he thought you were pretty cool already at first
and then he just got the biggest crush on you the more he got to know you
and basically
“do you…. want to keep doing this?? dinner and stuff”
and you nod so much your head might fall of your shoulders
and yes
it’s official
guido mista is now your boyfriend
unreal
and
when you guys come to work the next day and are chatting up a storm and mista just leans on you and has this big goofy grin on his face
everyone’s watching and noticing
and bruno just smiles and shakes his head
and you’re just glowing!! and smiling ear to ear
abbacchio just goes
“took you guys long enough”
ok but
im so sorry this was long--
but i love mista he’s my son and i want him to be in LOVE!!!!
best boy in the world, point blank.
fr though guys, if you want more fic/hc hybrids like this
let me know…. this was actually really fun and like
super stress free,,,, no pressure at all,,,, just all fun and laughs!!!
sidenote: that book i linked, “the course of love” is actually a very good book…. and if you’re a total romantic or just love the idea of love… then I highly recommend that you read it. i know mista would love it.
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HCs of Bruno's gang falling in love with a fem teammate who saved their life, please! (Welcome to the community ❤❤❤❤)
As always, than ya for the warm welcome, dear! Now let us continue.
Bruno:
-This gorgeous fallen angel brought him back from the fuckin brink you can bet yer ass he’s gonna do everything in his gotdamn power to repay her and then some.
- Like, are you in trouble during battle? Zip zip bitch now you’ve been teleported to a nearby hiding place to recover. Are you extensively injured after a fight? Swoop swoop he’s carrying you to the ER.
- Don’t even try to protest against it he’ll just quietly sush you then give ya a lil smoochy-smooch and then take you to cuddle or somethin.
Abbacchio:
- “Wtf why’d you do that I had it under control.” “Abba you were shot five times.”
- Starts really showing concern for her well being during missions tho. He WILL NOT let her do inspections of suspicious activity. (“Hmm what’s going on with this pressure valve? Lemme take a closer look.” “NO YOU GET YOUR ASS RIGHT BACK HERE BY ME. Have Giorno do it.”)
- If she says something about it he’ll be all like “What? The hell you talking about? I’m not protective I just don’t wanna clean up the mess if you die. butiloveyoupleasedon’tdoanythingstupidok.”
Mista:
- “Oh dear Lord above thank you for creating this gorgeous being that has saved my life I’d do fucking anything for her.”
- Not only does he become incredibly protective, but he also practically starts to wait on her hand and foot. (“Oh I’m getting kinda thirsty I think I’ll grab some water fr-” And he immediately just like fuckin makes a mad dash for the kitchen. “Tap or filter, principessa? Would you like ice or a dash of lemon? OH SHIT WAIT WE DON’T HAVE LEMONS! DON’T WORRY, I’LL GO OUT AND GRAB SOME, CARO!”)
- Protest? He’ll either just ignore it or just - put a finger on her lips and be like “I’d fucking die for you amore.” With a smile on his lips.
Narancia:
- “Oh my god. OHGMY G o D YO Ur’e a fUCkInG SAI N T? WhaT d iiiiD I dO tO DeseRVE YOU?”
- Starts hanging around her A LOT more. Very close. Very attached. Like, attached at the hip kinda close. Always happy to see her and practically starts bawling if she goes on a mission without her, with the typical leg grabbing. She has to drag him for like a good thirty feet or so before he lets go. (”Y-you better come back a-alive or-or! Or no kisses for a week!” “Narancia I can’t kiss you at all if I’m dead.” “Don’t remind meeeeeeee!!!”)
- He’ll basically insist on paying whenever you go out. Even sometimes suggests going to the more expensive places. (“Hey you wanna go out and get some gelato with me?” “Oh yeah sure! Which place!” “That one downtown with the cool designs on the windows!” “...Doesn’t that place charge like, 10,000 lire for a single scoop?” “Yeah but don’t worry I’m paying!”)
Fugo:
- “Why do I feel so weird about this? We’re in the mafia, we save each others’ lives all the time...”
- Doesn’t change so much in outward behavior as his thoughts. He imagines what kissing her would be like, thinks about them watching the stars from the roof, that kinda stuff. But he will subconsciously become more affectionate. More subtle touches here and there, hugs last longer, etc.
- It takes him a while to tell her how he’s feeling, and when he does, he flounders about it BIG TIME. But he’s hella sweet about it and gets flowers and all that.
Giorno:
- “That was... so sweet of her... to do that for me... but why did she do it?”
- He observes her more. Watches and analyzes each of her actions. Provides through this he can pinpoint how she’s feeling and act accordingly to make her as happy as he possibly can. Makes lots of animal friends for her.
- A very affectionate boy. Huggles, smooches, hand holding are all to be expected both in private and public. He becomes very VERY protective of her. And will do whatever possible to enact justice if someone hurts her.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#vento aureo#golden wind#bruno buccellati#leone abbacchio#guido mista#narancia ghirga#fugo pannacotta#giorno giovanna#headcanons#answered#death mention /#Anonymous
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Hi there! I finally finished one more story of my oc from jjba part 5! This one is with Abbacchio. I still have one more in mind to write, let's see how it goes.
Catching pieces
You know when people say that something happened because of fate? Well, that's bullshit. Fate is nothing but a beautiful word that's used when you don't know how to explain something, when you don't want to admit or when you just want to feel philosophic. People have to accept that sometimes things just happens, is just a big coincidence or third party influence. So it was just a coincidence that I met Leone.
I had an habit of reading while walking and usually I dealt with it pretty well, but on that day some random guy bumped into me and I fell like a rock on the sidewalk and the book that was on my hand flew away. The guy don't even looked at me, he seemed to be in a hurry. So I just gave him a death glare and I was still on the floor when I felt a presence approaching me.
_ Hey kid, are you okay?
I've been told that cops were supposed to be avoided because they mean trouble if they're not buying anything. So I froze when I saw a huge cop getting closer. He had that frowning face so I thought I was fucked. But instead, he offered me his hand.
_ Girl?
_ I- I'm fine... - Dude, I was very confused, but I slowly took his hand.
_ You should pay more attention to your surroundings or else you'll get hurt.
_ I will... Sir... Officer... Sir officer... Sir...
He raised an eyebrow and looked at the title of my book that was on his hand before handing it to me.
_ Studying is good but you should look for a proper place to do it. Have a good day.
I had to hug the book otherwise it would've fallen again. Then he turned around and was leaving when the words just came out from my mouth.
_ Er... Officer Abacchio! - he looked back - ...Thank you!
He stopped for a moment before nods and give me a soft smile, then he left. My face was burning and my heart was beating so fast! I said his name cuz I read in his uniform. That smile was so kind and sincere! It reminded me of Bruno! But it was kinda sad. It felt like he didn't receive a thanks very often. But wait. He was a cop. Something wasn't right! Right?
I've never seen a cop being nice with me. And that smile was killing me! I wonder if Bruno felt like this when we first met. Then on the next week, I stalked that guy. He lived alone and had the same routine for everyday, the only change was when he was called to deal with a crime. I could see he was a good guy with good intentions, but day by day it looks like he was losing something. People weren't very nice to him even if he was doing his best. I've seen cops on these situations. I had a client once that lost all his hope and indulged in drugs. Bruno said for me to don't interfere in other people's lives. And actually I really don't care with others. But couldn't let Abba fall in disgrace. He was facing reality, and he was losing.
So I thought on a plan that was basically capy what Bruno did to me. But more intense. At least once per day I would see Abba and try to do something for him. Sometimes I just smiled and said "good morning, officer!". I memorized his feeding routine and "bought" him some snacks and pieces of pizza. "Thanks for the good work!". I even gave him flowers! Of course I wasn't doing all of this in a single roll. Acting in the shadows was the nicest move. I forgot how many people I hit for being rude with him! It was very funny.
On the second week though, he just stopped me and asked:
_ What do you want with me?
_ WhAt?! I want nothing! I was just passing by and thought on buying some pizza for you, officer!
_ Oh... really? - I never was a good lier and he knew that. - Cuz I've seen you around me very often lately. Where are your parents? Shouldn't you be in school?
_ I... I study in home! And I'm on my free time! - fuck, where did I fail?! He kept staring at me with an unbelievable look. So I sighed. - Look. My name is Chiara. I know what you're going through, and I want to help you.
_ ...I'm sorry? What are you talking about?
_ ... You know... Er... - I started to stutter and gesticulate with my hands. I definitely wasn't prepared for that and I was getting frustrated.
_ Look, Chiara, right? I appreciate what you're doing, but please stop. - we stared at each other.
_ NO!
And I run away. I don't know why I did that. But i did. It was super embarrassing and I got so angry at myself! On the following days I wasn't interacting with Abba anymore, but I was still helping him.
Few days later I was having breakfast with Bruno and the others. And Bruno was reading the newspaper. Nothing out of the ordinary, I was already planning on look for Abba because I haven't seen him in a while. But then I saw Abba's picture in a page of the newspaper. "What...?" It was an article of what happened on the night that he's partner died and what happened to him. I was all crooked in the chair to read without taking the newspaper out of Bruno's hands than I got up, made a glass and threw it on the wall.
_ I'VE FAILED!
_ Chiara ... What the fuck...?
And I run away once more, without saying anything. I looked for Abba in everywhere. And nothing. I got scared. What if it was all my fault? Bruno was gonna kill me. Late at night I went to a remote neighborhood and there he was. Sleeping on the floor propped up against a wall next to some bottles of god knows what, all messed and stinky.
_ Oh shit... Leo... Leone! - I almost got hit by a bottle. - Hey! Easy.
_ Wha ur doing her..?
_ What are YOU doing here?! C'mon, I'll take you home.
_ Leav me..
_ Yeah, sure. You're a big man... Help me! Damnit! Leo!
He complained the whole way to his home. And it took at least one hour. The man was broken and I felt guilty for it. He was in a pitiful shape. I already took care of my mother after some parties, but Leo was huge and heavy. I spent the night with him to be sure he would be okay in the morning and I left him before he woke up. I didn't want Bruno to be worried about me.
This happened again, and again, and again. We had a lot of fights, with words and punches, but he never hit me. He fought with others too and I was always finding him in a awful shape. I didn't know what exactly I should do to help him, to make him feel better. All I was doing was to be sure he wasn't going to die. My mood got terrible and I was sad because I was losing hope.
Bruno, of course, knew something was happening. He said to Panni follow me one night and in the next morning we had a talk. He didn't mention that he already knew what was going on. Otherwise I would get pissed.
_ Chiara... What's going on? You're not sleeping in home, you're sad, you're not eating. You know you can trust me.
_ Bruno... I need your help.
I told him everything. When i finished, I realized how tired I was. Bruno heard in silence, and he just gave a soft kiss in my forehead and told me to rest. I didn't see Leone in the next days. Nara was always with me, and he made me feel a little better.
Few days later Leo joined us. He was surprised that I was with the gang and when he put his eyes on me, he dragged Bruno outside and they came back after a few minutes. We formally introduce ourselves but he wasn't looking at me in the eyes. I don't know what was he thinking but I was very happy to see him with us! Bruno was an amazing person. On that night, I decided to go home earlier cuz I thought my presence was making Leo uncomfortable. But he followed me to the streets as soon as I left the restaurant. He called me and I just waited to see what he wanted. Then he approached and got on his knees in front of me. He had that same look when we met and he gave me a hug. A clumsy hug, but it was warm and it was all I needed. So he whispered in my ear:
_ Thank you.
That's all! Thanks for reading!
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Abbacchi x Reader: Sudoh Buck AU
The coffee shop Abbacchio THIRST everyone keeps losing their collective shit over on AO3 and admittedly the chapter where I decided I was one thirsty ass bitch. All characters aged up.
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"Ok, fucking Darth Vader over here, whoever has their headset on turn it the fuck off! Sounds like you're doing something gross!"
Darth Vader is an understatement. Whenever someone leaves their headset on and does any task, your ears are assaulted with what sounds like some mouth breather huffing directly into your ear canal.
Not even two shifts into Passione and you're already showing your coworkers that you have the capacity to look innocent, but have the mouth of a sailor. In a fitting turn of events you've been put on customer support, free to fuck off wherever you wish and cuss all you want on the headset. No one at your store appreciates your humor, in fact any time you make a joke they conveniently pretend they don't hear you or they grimace until the situation becomes awkward and you have to shut your mouth before you make an even bigger ass of yourself. Here at this location, the boys eat it up with a spoon. They can't get enough of your jokes, encouraging you whenever they force a headset on your head the minute you clock in. Even the new girl Trish, a pretty thing with dyed pink hair and a smile that goes for miles, joins in on the never ending train of dirty jokes, profanities, and general riff raff that makes Bruno bitch at everyone involved like a single mother.
But at the moment, the breathing most certainly does not belong to Bruno. Usually he's the one who always casually reminds people when they leave their headsets on.
"Mista!" you growl, "Turn it off or breathe less!"
"It's not me." he insists, the beep of the warming oven being cut off as he mutes himself.
"Narancia, I love you but I don't need to hear what it's like for you to get laid!"
"Negative babe~... I'm on drive bar." Narancia replies.
"Trish?"
"Not me hunty." she answers, and the sound of the wind in her headset confirms this.
"Fugo, I swear to fuck-..."
"It's me. Fugo doesn't have a headset."
Immediately you press on the sprayer head a little too hard and the back splash soaks the entire front of your apron and your uniform shirt. The voice you're greeted with on the headset is totally foreign, and unmistakably sexy. A low hum, almost like Bruno's baritone, and much like the rest of the crew you've come to love it's colored with the slightest hue of an accent that makes your knees start to knock together. Admittedly you're bad with voices and just as worse with names. You can't put a face to this voice no matter how hard you try, and it's no wonder considering that out of all the stores in the district, Passione has more employees than any of them, including H. Green and S. Platinum locations which are always overstaffed because of the sheer amount of business compared to the meager crowds you get at Ogre Street.
But... With that voice... if you were a customer you'd fucking live at that drive thru just to hear him read back your order to you.
"Woah..." you're nearly moaning the words "I'm wet in more ways than one, who the fuck is this?"
"It's Leone." he replies, voice low and sultry, "Sorry about that, I was eating a bagel."
Leone... who the fuck is Leone? Surely he has to be one of the other baristas whose names you never bothered to learn... doesn't really matter to you when you have constant attention of the store's man candy. But suddenly this is a whole new person with the sexiest voice you've ever heard giving you attention like everyone else. For very obvious reasons, this piques your interest.
"I don't recognize your voice." you said, putting down the whisk you were rinsing. "What's your last name?"
"Abbacchio." he responds. "We haven't met face to face yet, but I've seen you before. You're the beanie from Ogre Street right? It's nice to finally talk to you. I think you're really pretty."
... Oh sweet baby Jesus why aren't you taking the wheel yet!?
"Aww, and aren't you just a sweetheart?" you murmur, leaning over the sink as your voice drops to a near whisper. "Wait... Aren't you the one with the pretty handwriting in the book?"
His chuckle makes you honest to god swoon, and even Bruno peeks his head in to check on you when you make that kind of a noise.
"Yes, that's me." he confirms. "And you're the one with the great customer service. I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you, but I've been listening for a while. I really like your attitude. You're much more fun than your coworkers."
“Really?" you ask, taking up more dirty dishes, "Big shocker there, I'm surprised no one at this store is drooling over Ogre Street's heartthrob one miss Kimmy."
"Meh. I think the consensus is that you're the favorite barista out of everyone from your store if we're being honest."
That's Narancia, and even Abbacchio agrees with the rest of the crew. They all start complimenting you, how you never ask stupid questions, you try to help out any way you can. They honestly can't go two minutes without berating the other coworkers. It's all things you'd normally do to try and be helpful, but you're not sure exactly why it's so endearing to all of them. You're just another barista? It's never mattered to anyone this much before. Especially when you always come home in tears at your other location. It must be that you're not used to receiving compliments in such abundance.
"Agreed." reaffirms Abbacchio. "You're really agreeable, and I like your jokes. Your laugh is really sexy."
"Well aren't you a flatterer." you smile, putting the dishes to soak in the sani solution before throwing them for another go in the dish washer. "But I like having my ego stroked. Tell me more about how I'm wonderful, Abbacchio."
You can tell he's about to reply, until you hear the mournful "ding" from the drive thru sensors indicate that someone wants to order. You hear him tell you "hold that thought" before he turns his charms the customer.
"Hello there..." he purrs into the headset, "Welcome to Sudoh Buck, what can I get started for you today?"
The customer murmurs an "oh wow" before she remembers why she came here in the first place.
"Um yes hi can I please get a..."
It doesn't take much for you to zone out and return to your task. As soon as you finish up this set of dishes, you'll be able to take your last ten before you go home for the day. Customer Support is one of those coveted positions because you have little to no interactions with customers at a busy store. Bruno sets you to work with a task list, you work to the limit on the timer on your apron. Whenever it goes off, you have to drop what you're doing and come back to front to brew coffee. If anyone needs anything, like if Mista runs out of warming bags or Narancia needs more cups or milk, all they have to do is press the button on the headset and set you forth to do their bidding. Admittedly, you don't find yourself going straight home anymore. Even your brother, stoic and nonchalant, makes comments about it whenever you come home an hour or two later than the time you're supposed to. Mom, well, she's a worrier, and thinks you're getting up to no good shenanigans. But let's be real, when you live in the house you live in any trysts with potential suitors goes out the window. Your brother is in college and his schedule is unpredictable, and your mom is a homemaker.
The minute Abbacchio tells the flustered woman to pull up to the window, he returns to shower you with compliments over the headset, calling you the prettiest thing he's ever seen to put on an apron, how cute your angry face looks when you're totally focused on bar, even busting out some cutesy nicknames that make you squirm as you try to finish up your dishes. Strangely enough, everyone else is silent on the headset, letting you and Abbacchio get acquainted with one another to your heart's content, the lull in the conversation only happening when a customer pulls up. Eventually, like all good things, the compliments come to an end and the conversation turns to other topics.
"So you said you live with your mom?" Abbacchio asks after taking an order of five different fraps. You can hear Narancia cussing softly as he has to make each individual drink.
"Yeah, my mom and my big brother." you affirm. "It's the most I can afford in this town. Everything's so goddamn expensive, I couldn't even afford to make the first and last month's rent on the cheapest place in town, and my brother can't move in with me yet since he's doing school full time. But enough about me, what about you?"
"Mm? What about me?" he asks, flirt evident in his voice.
"Which country do I have to thank for that blessed ass accent you have?"
"That's Italy." he laughs. "I've been with the company for over six years, I started out at the reserve roastery in Milan and came here when Buccellati offered me a job. I came on a work visa, and now you can't get rid of me. I'm one of your shift supervisors."
"Well, temp supervisor anyway." you respond rather sadly. "It's too bad this store hadn't been opened before I got hired. Otherwise I would have loved to start here."
"I still think you should transfer." interjects Trish. "No one likes Ogre Street anyways."
"I... I'd have to think about it."
"What's there to think about anyway?" Abbacchio asks, and you stop scrubbing the chocolate pump for a minute. "If you transfer here, I'd get to talk to you every single day. Tips are shit but you can move up if you'd like."
"And the best part is if you transfer here, we can see your huge ass every time you bend over." Mista chimes in.
"MISTA! WE ARE AT WORK!" Bruno sounds exasperated over the headset.
"Oh yeah, my bad boss. I mean to say we can see your venti ass every time you bend over."
Everyone loses their shit for a minute to laugh as Bruno begins to berate the very bad and naughty warming man off headset. Before he mutes, you can hear him threaten disciplinary action, and you can't stop howling in the back. Nearly falling over just thinking about it.
"So how about it cuteness?" Abbacchio asks, and his voice is so warm and inviting you can't help but smile. "Think it's worth us stealing you away to stay here?"
"Yeah... I dunno. Like I said, I'd have to think about it. Besides, I think working here would just give my mommy an excuse to show up more often..."
A shrill sound assaults your ears, the timer, and you sigh.
"Now the age old question..." you wonder aloud, "What the fuck did I brew last?"
"I know we've been selling a lot of medium and dark." Abbacchio replies. "And it's already ten thirty, just cut the blonde and do full batches. Narancia can do pour overs."
"Ah yes," you can hear the mischief in Narancia's voice. "My special americano pour overs."
"You know Narancia, one of these days corporate is gonna walk in and see all the shit you do and your ass is going to get canned." you respond, laughing as you wash your hands in the employee sink before going back out to front.
"Fuck it." he laughs. "It won't bother me none, Buccellati can take care of me with all that Mama Daddy money he's got."
"Oh hey, cara mia, when you come up to front, come to drive. I've got something for you."
That was Abbacchio, and for a hot minute you're almost nervous, like a first date, at the prospect of seeing him face to face.
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"
"Well," you hear the rustle of the bag, "It's cat shaped, and really cute, like a certain barista I know..."
"OOOOOOOOH DADDY!" you squeal. "You've just made me the happiest girl on earth!"
He's found your weakness. The quickest way for any man to get to your heart is to dangle some motherfucking food in your face, no lie. Even your brother has commented on more than one occasion that if anyone wanted to take you all they had to do was dangle a fucking cupcake in your face and you were toast. And it doesn't help that you called your mom squealing about the cute little kitty shaped cake pops they had out for the season.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Come and get this and we can meet in person."
Ever the one to be lured in with the prospect of free food, you run your ass to the front, nearly bowling over Mista as you skid to a halt at the nook where the drive thru window is located. To your ever lasting shock, you come face to face with the last person you'd ever expect to be flirting with you so boldly.
"Holy shit..." you breathe. "Abbacchio?"
It's the dude who gang faced you the first day you came in, and ironically the one who got fed up with your friend's bar time. Silver hair pulled into a pony tail, glistening purple lips, snatched makeup that's too perfect for a barista... All put together in a black apron. His glare never leaves his face, but maybe... Just maybe, he's like your brother and just has a very bad case of resting bitch face. Because you get a little hopeful when he sees you and his lipstick mouth smiles, beckoning you over with a warming bag in his hand. When Abbacchio reaches in, he pulls out the very treat you've been craving all day since you've seen it. This is the best part of the job. Sometimes some customers forget they get food and never come back, and it just sits there for hours until someone has to throw it away, or they'll change their mind last minute about the food, or worse yet someone on warming (Mista) will fuck up an order and get the wrong sandwich. If it's a sandwich, nine times out of ten you have to toss it, but if it's a sweet treat it's usually fair game for anyone to enjoy since it will just go in the trash. You love to have the mistake foods, sometimes you'll take them to your brother at the college, or more often than not you'll take them home to share with your mother. She loves sweets, and working for a coffee chain she normally can't afford to frequent is such a rare treat that you love to spoil her.
"Oh my god!" you coo, "Is that a kitty cat cake poop just for me??"
"Just for you." he chuckles. "Why do you call it that anyway?"
"I dunno. For some reason the feral part of my brain activates whenever I see words and I just like to play around with them and mutter weird things to myself. I tried telling it to my SM at Ogre Street and he told me I better not call it that, otherwise I might slip and call it a cock pop or something."
He can't help the smile that spreads over his face, and he suddenly gets a very naughty glint in his eye as he twirls the cake pop in your direction.
"So?" he asks. "You made such a big to do about being friendly on the headset. Be a good girl and take a bite of the treat I worked so hard to get for you. Come on, take a big nom nom out of this cock pop~."
You hope and pray that by some stroke of bad luck that no one you know outside of work just heard that. Not one to be shown up when it comes to flirting, you don't miss a beat as you step forward. With a look in your face that would make your mother faint if she knew how filthy you were being, you waste no time in licking a stripe slowly up the cake pop before taking a fat ass bite out of the head. Abbacchio's grin could split his entire face in half, and even more so when you use your teeth to pull the pop stick out of his hand.
"Hey... hunty, question?" it's Trish interrupting the positively predatory stares you and Abbacchio are giving each other. She's been listening in this whole time.
"Yes Trisha my love?" you respond, not taking your eyes off Abbacchio.
"Just one question... Can you eat pussy like that?"
A cacophony of screams and your screech of "NASTY WOMAN" makes Trish lose her shit outside, and Bruno swears up and down from the back office that he's going to write up the next person who says something filthy over headset during his shifts.
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May I request hcs of Bruno’s gang with a s/o who is anemic?
O course ya can!
(I had ta do some research on anemia so please do correct me if I’m wrong about anything!)
Bruno:
- Full. Out. Mom. Mode. Feeling faint? Sit yer ass down while he gets you something to eat/drink and if needed your vitamins/meds/supplements.
- If you faint he’ll pick yer ass up and take you somewhere safe all calm like but on the inside he’s freaking. the. fuck. out. What if you hit your head on the way down? Or something punctured you? He’s frantically checking for any secondary injuries for like, ever. (Or at least till you wake back up.)
- If you’re breathing funny or doing ANYTHING weird then there will be absolutely no missions for you or him until he is absolutely sure you’re good to go.
Abbacchio:
- Ane-what? At first this guy doesn’t have a frickin clue what it is. But he does his research. Some of his resources miiight be questionable though as you find out when he asks you why the hell you joined the mafia when you can’t even run.
- Whenever you’re on missions, whether it be a simple shopping trip or a full-on battle he is right beside you because he’s gotta be ready to grab your ass and run if something bad happens.
- When you faint he’s right by your side the whole damn time. Nobody but him is allowed to get within five feet.
Mista:
- When you tell him he probably mistakes it for some other weird and probably non-existent disease he read about on one of those websites that tell you that you have cancer when you say you have a headache. “What? Why didn’t you tell me your knees were made of paper!” (or somethin’ like that)
- On missions, he almost always has one of the sex pistols hovering around you (or maybe it just does that of its own accord) to report on your status if he can’t see you in the immediate vicinity.
- If you faint he immediately runs over and kind of flounders over you for a while before someone yells at him or somethin’ and he finally tries to take care of the situation.
Narancia:
- You have to explain SEVERAL times before he understands.
- When you’re in battles/missions he’ll sometimes use Aerosmith to secretly monitor your breathing so he knows when to act, just in case.
- When you faint, at least the first time, his mind just runs on a cascade of “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckwhatdoidoidon’tknowwhattodoohgodsomeonepleasehelpme” and ends up frantically asking Fugo for help.
Fugo:
- He knows what it is, what it means. He goes above and beyond to ask what kind of treatments you get, any dietary restrictions you may have, and exactly what dosage of meds/supplements/vitamins you need and how often. (If you take any anyways.)
- Carefully monitors your behavior to make sure you’re not in danger, and makes sure you take all of your meds/etc. just in case you forgot anything.
- If you faint, he feels incredibly responsible and guilty for it, and tries to make up for it by practically waiting on you hand and foot until you’re fully recovered.
Giorno:
- He would immediately ask you if you wanted to try and cure it with Gold Experience. Boy does not want you suffering in any way. Whether or not you accept the idea or whether or not it works if you do try it, he’s there with you all the way. (Also he might be able to make blood to transfuse for you. Which, if my research is correct, is WAY cheaper since what I found said a unit of blood can cost like $200-$300.)
- Expect a LOT of him checking up on you. Anywhere. Anytime.
- If you faint, he’s gonna be by your side for as long as you need.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba#bruno buccellati#leone abbacchio#guido mista#narancia ghirga#fugo pannacotta#giorno giovanna#headcanons#answered#Anonymous
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