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tonberry-yoda · 2 days
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Love your writings! Enemies to lovers with our favourite capo? 👀
Enemies to Lovers - Bruno Bucciarati
notes - SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG! It's literally been in my ask box for a year dude. It might not be the best and I apologize, but nonetheless, it was still fun. I hope you enjoy, even if it's silly. word count - 861
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You were told to kill Bruno Bucciarati.
It was part of the job. Kill important people, make lots of money. Easy right?
You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied up your hair and hid a knife in a garter around your leg. You felt… pretty. You smiled at yourself and turned to look at your outfit.
A ball with mafia members wasn’t rare, and it wasn’t rare that you went to them. You had actually met Bruno on several occasions.
It was such a shame you had to kill the poor man.
He was kind. Kinder than a lot of people you had met on the job. Kind, but he hated you. You knew he did. The way he would look at you over his glass of champagne from across the room, you just knew he wanted to kill you.
Frankly, you didn’t like him much either. You weren’t supposed to be kind in the mafia. If he was supposed to be any sort of boss, he should act like one. You were busting your ass just to hope that you would get promoted while he was building his way up dressed like a model.
You felt really good about the night to come. Never had you been so… nervous about a job.
You walked to the car that was waiting for you just outside of your house and you crawled in, thanking the driver.
It wasn’t a long drive, just a stressful one. You could feel your hands shaking. You had done this a thousand times before, so why was it so hard all of the sudden? You took a deep breath as the car stopped in front of a large mansion. You thanked the driver again and stepped out. The knife you hid was still securely against your thigh, so you walked to the entrance without a second thought.
The ballroom was crowded. Full of thousands of members of the mafia trying to make deals and kill each other. The energy was ecstatic. You loved it.
You scanned the room trying to get something. Anything. Any sign that Bruno was there. He had to be there. You saw dozens of familiar faces, so where was he?
“Hello, y/n.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Bruno behind you. You turned around and smiled wryly at him.
“Bucciarati.” You nodded.
“How lovely to see you.” He smiled.
“You as well.”
“Champagne?” He held out a glass to you with golden, bubbly liquid.
You took it with a smile. “How considerate.” You took a long sip, not once taking your eyes off of Bruno. The knife on your leg was getting antsy.
“Would you care to dance?” Bruno asked.
He was making this easy for you… too easy. You gave him a side eye, but took his hand anyway, setting your drink down on the table, knowing that you would probably never see it again.
Bruno swept you onto the dance floor, perfectly wrapping his arm around your waste. Dare you think that he was trying to make you fall in love.
“So, what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.
“What everyone else is doing here.” you answered vaguely.
“Always so clever.” he chuckled, shaking his head.
You two danced for a while. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest and give you away if you didn't do anything soon.
“Everything all right?” Bruno asked.
You smiled. “Mhm. Just fine.”
“It’s getting crowded in here,” he whispered in your ear. “Let’s take this to the garden.”
Now you knew that he had figured out something. You were screwed if you followed him, but you were even more screwed if you didn’t. You let him lead you to the garden and tried to keep some sanity. It was a simple job. It was the least you could do.
It was cold out. But the kind of cold that you enjoy after time in the beating sun. A chill ran down your spine, but you didn't mind it.
Bruno sat on a bench next to some daisies and patted the open spot next to him. You sat next to him and looked up at the stars and moon. Now or never.
“Who’s paying you to kill me?” Bruno asked.
You weren’t shocked.
“Can't tell you.” you said.
He hummed in response. “I see. Well, are you going to do it?”
You looked over at him and chuckled. “No, I don’t think so.”
“No? Don't tell me you’re going soft.”
You slowly took the knife out and twirled it in your hand. “Not soft. I just think I brought the wrong weapon.”
Bruno laughed and leaned back on the bench. “Some other time then?”
You looked at the knife. “Yeah. Some other time.”
You turned to pull the knife out on him, to actually get the job done, but Bruno planted a quick kiss on your cheek and disappeared.
That knife wouldn’t have been of much help anyway.
Strangely, you longed for the next meeting with Bruno. To perhaps actually get the job done with a better weapon and a long dance.
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zafirosreverie · 11 months
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Not enough (Bruno x Reader)
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For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it
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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.
"Thank you Casita" you whispered
You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.
You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.
It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.
It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.
Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.
Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.
"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"
"You already are" you teased softly
She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.
It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family. 
Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.
Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.
The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.
However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.
So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.
"What happened?" he asked worried
"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"
He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.
"Amor..." you whispered
"Yes?"
"...please"
Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.
"Y/N -" he started
"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"
It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.
"Mi vida-"
"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"
Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.
"Not enough"
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ddarker-dreams · 10 months
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Scarlet ribbons but she is the one telling the boys how she thinks they are super pretty/handsome/etc.
(Ps love your writing sm, it cheered me up alot after i had a rough day yesterday uwu)
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WAHH WHAT AN ADORABLE IDEA.... it's what they deserve tbh... my favs from part 5 are like the only people who get to be happy on this blog hrjktmger and i'm so glad that my writing helped cheer you up, i hope that the past few days have been treating you better!!
Reader is referred to as girlfriend here!
[Scarlet Ribbons index]
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Giorno
He gets the cutest blush that he tries to hide by covering his face with his hand and clearing his throat. Passione's Don, who remains unwavering in the face of death, can't handle his beloved heaping praises upon him. No matter how suave he may act, your relationship is his first foray into romance. There's a slight shakiness to his voice when he returns your compliment. It doesn't help that there's this glint in your eye that tells him you'll be using this newfound knowledge to your advantage. He supposes it's only fair, considering his penchant for teasing you whenever possible, but maybe he'll go easy on you after learning how it feels. That isn't to say he dislikes your kind words — more so that the temporary loss in his composure is a strange sensation. Strange, yet not unwelcome.
Bruno
Your serious Capo melts on the spot at such ardent praise — he can feel Cupid's arrow piercing him in real time. He takes a moment to recollect himself, before wondering aloud what brought this on. When you point out that he compliments you all the time without any real reason, he puts his hands up in defense, conceding to your argument. If you're in public, he'll limit his response to a warm thank you. Should you be away from prying eyes, however, he'll pull you into an embrace. It serves a dual purpose. You won't be able to see the pink dusting his cheeks and he gets to wrap you up in his arms. You really are the light of his life, he'll tell you. As unconventional as the lifestyle you both lead is, it's moments like this where he delights in a shred of normalcy.
Fugo
His overactive brain temporarily short circuits. Fugo is the type to blush up to his ears, no matter how vehemently he denies it. This poor guy considers you infinitely out of his league and immediately assumes you broke the espresso machine or something and want to soften the blow by using flattery. He sputters for a few moments before his tongue recalls how to properly form coherent words. He'll downright ask what angle you're trying to use here. He isn't used to receiving compliments without the other person having an end goal in mind. Once it's clear you just felt like letting him know, he takes deep breaths to calm his heart, which he can hear thumping loudly. Fugo then starts saying that objectively speaking, you are far more aesthetically pleasing, and starts lifting off some mathematical terms that fly over your head.
Mista
Mista points at himself and says "Me?" just to make sure he heard you right. This is a big moment for him. It isn't that he doubts your physical attraction to him, but hearing it confirmed out loud in your sweet voice is a real treat. He'll sling an arm around your shoulder and drops the line, "You're not so bad yourself", because he thinks it sounds cool. Mista wants to maintain his laidback air, but when you say stuff like that, his stomach does soumersalts and his hands start sweating. He has this big goofy grin and confident gait the remainder of the day. The one trade off (in his opinion) is that the Pistols start swarming about, insisting that you pay them equal praise. Chaos ensues until you appease their neediness for your validation. It is his soul made manifest, after all.
Narancia
Narancia does a little fist pump and starts cheering internally. Although, if you called him pretty, he might pause and get petulant. He totally exudes machismo, he'll insist. He'll warm up to the compliment eventually, though, but he won't admit it. Regardless, he's hype about it. His energy skyrockets the rest of the day. He's all over you, peppering your face with kisses, picking you up and twirling you around, he's on cloud nine. He considers it his personal mission to shower you in praise and this only reaffirms the creed. He'll go up to random people in public, point at you, and say stuff like, "Isn't she so cute? That's my girlfriend, yeah, that pretty lady over there. Do you see her? Just look at her, she's amazing, the coolest ever, did you know she—" and on and on he'll go.
Abbacchio
Similar to Fugo, he initially assumes that you're trying to butter him up. He'll wryly ask what you intend to cajole him into doing. When you huff and insist that this is a no strings attached compliment, he'll study you, since he knows the many tells that signify you're lying. Upon realizing you're being genuine, he'll grumble a few words of gratitude and leave it at that. Don't let his composure fool you — his heart is pounding away like he's a hormonal teenager again. He will lie awake that night, your words repeating on a loop without his Stand's assistance, floating in this warm and fuzzy sensation. Abbacchio might not be the best with his words, but he swears an oath to compliment you properly the next time he sees you.
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mariart901 · 2 months
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Los trilizos jugando ✨✨
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despicablebisexual · 5 months
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just thinking about being the one person bruno contemplates giving up the gang life for...
bruno x gn!reader, smut, MDNI, angst, cw: minor amount of violence and gore
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somehow, he was back, and bruno didn't ask any questions when giorno was there to welcome him back from whatever place he had been
giorno just silently cried, a rare show of emotional vulnerability from the young teenager
so, bruno decides to live this time, live like he'd never have another second chance again
and of course, the first thought that comes to mind is finally asking out the beautiful worker from the small bakery right around the corner
he's seen you for months, carefully decorating intricate cakes, biting your lip as you finally nail the design you've been working on for months, but he's never bothered to approach since he figured that him being a mafioso would rightfully scare you off
but, he's been miraculously granted another chance and he knows he must take it
so he walks in one day, a single flower held behind his back, and confidently asks if you're available
and of course, you all but shout that you'll go out with him
the gorgeous mafioso that had captured your attention so many months ago, but then disappeared out of the blue for several weeks had finally asked you out, and you weren't going to waste this chance
but, he's a mafioso, a man with an insurmountable amount of money, which scares you (as does his profession)
you, the keeper of a small-time bake shop
you're expecting him to show up in a fancy sports car and take you for a spin on the wild side, show you a life completely different from yours
but, he manages to surprise you when he knocks on your door the next night, dressed casually in a gray sweater and black jeans, and tells you he's packed a picnic for you two to enjoy out on the beach
the sun sets over the two of you as you enjoy a full on buffet that he insists was fully prepared by him (you have your suspicions)
it's a wonderful first date, the pinks and oranges reflecting off the glistening water and in bruno's deep blue eyes while he talks
he's equal parts a great listener and a great talker, filling in all the gaps when you're not sure what to say
all the rumors from the older women around town stating he was quite the catch are true, you realize that night
and when he kisses you for the first time, you know you're going to fall completely head over heels for him
several months pass by and bruno's got the world in his hands
he's the underboss of italy's biggest crime syndicate
he's got more money than he could ever hope for
he's got a loyal crew always ready to stand by his side
but most importantly,
he's got you...
you, his wonderful partner whom he loves with all his heart
over the course of the beginning of your relationship, he'd be insistent you stayed away from everything pertaining to Passione
even though it stood for something better now, aiming to cleanse the streets of italy from the filthy drug trade, it's still a dangerous place to be caught up in
especially with you not having a stand
no one has ever met you, and they never will
(well, giorno knows OF you... bruno thought it best to at least tell giorno considering he's the boss, but he didn't even need to. giorno knew immediately what was going on once he noticed how many times bruno came back to the Passione headquarters with little treat bags from your shop)
anyway, he keeps you tucked away
far from any prying eyes, any danger, and far, far away from anything related to stands
he wanted your love to be authentic, one-of-a-kind, something they'd write about in books one day, not tainted with the poison that is mafia life
and your love certainly felt that way
each time he made love to you, it was like the heaven's aligned
the taste of you was enough to drive him wild, he'd spent countless hours professing his love to you by kissing and sucking eagerly at your most sensitive parts between your thighs
he'd praise you constantly for your seemingly divine beauty, and how blessed he felt to be the one to receive your affection, especially when you were knelt between his legs
but, he'd fight an internal battle each time he was with you
the angel on his shoulder would direct him to lay you down gently and put on slow r&b while he lazily thrust into you, not even bothering to focus on his own pleasure but instead just on yours
the gentle sound of your moans and sighs and professions of love like music to his ears
but the devil on his shoulder, the one that made him the ruthless mafioso he was, would constantly tell him to give in to your demands and mercilessly fuck into you while your nails scratched down his back
the oh-so welcome sound of you screaming and gasping out how good it felt to be the object of his desire
yes, it was a dilemma he struggled with indeed
but at the end of each night, when you two were laid on top of the sheets, catching your breath after an all too long love-making session
bruno would smile into your hair, so perfectly content in those moments
no mafia, no stands, no acting as the righteous hand of Passione
just you
just you, with your bruno
he'd struggle for months, tossing and turning at nights
giorno brought him back to fulfill his duty, to help him with his cause
and girono was more than a boss
he was his friend, his precious comrade who he owed his life to (literally)
but you were this perfect thing, this beautiful, innocent being that gave him a new way to live
he was no longer the traitorous gangster he once was, he was someone you said you'd want to spend the rest of your life with
someone to taste test all the new cake flavors, someone to walk alongside of in the setting sun, someone to have and to hold
he'd walk in and out of the finest jewelers in italy, searching for the one ring that would be perfect
and it'd be a heavy weight in his pocket on the day he finally found it in Milan
he knew your ring size already, having got the measurements while you slept
(sticky fingers might have helped by zipping off your finger for a second)
he'd basically skip down the street, intent on making his way back to giorno and telling him he would be retiring by the end of the year
in his two years as the underboss, he'd helped giorno build an empire already
he trained countless new and exisiting stand users, he'd made great friends with neighboring houses, and mista was more than prepared to step up now
his future plans? help you out with the bake shop
the owner you'd be working for for the past three years was retiring and decided to leave it in your possession
you two would get married, have a couple kids, run the shop, leave it to one of them eventually, move to a house by the seaside (maybe even his hometown!) and grow old together
it'd be perfect
but
then he'd get the call
giorno would be frantic on the other end, explaining a serial killer stand user was loose in Naples
one that trish alerted them to, as she said the killer explained he had a bone to pick with whoever overthrew diavolo, and was targeting loved ones
and he'd been watching for quite some time now
he immediately zipped to your apartment, finding the door wide open
fear churning in his stomach, he'd storm the small apartment, searching for any sign of you
when all he found was a single finger perfectly cut off and preserved
his heart stopped
a ring finger, giorno confirmed
your ring finger.
they never found your body, nor your killer, not even after months of searching on end, going to neighboring countries and speaking with other syndicates around Europe
it'd be months, years later before bruno would ever even crack a smile like he used to
he just wasn't the same anymore, this wasn't a death that gold experience requiem could change, and bruno had nowhere else to turn
so, he'd spend the next years committing himself completely to his underboss duties
Passione would be feared, and not just for their untouchable boss
the underboss would be scarier, the man who could walk through walls and kill you with a single command of his stand
traitor after traitor, he'd interrogate anyone who'd so much as questioned giorno's authority, even minorly
everyone would come to fear his wrath
and in each interrogation, each time he'd zip someone's head almost completely off and remove all their limbs and beat them to the brink of death
he'd be searching
waiting
for the person who knew what happened to you
no one would know anything
who would remember the worker from the little bake shop around the corner that had closed so many years ago?
no one
no one knew you, and bruno had no evidence of your existence besides an unworn ring and a cold and empty bed
so
he'd be left to turn back to the cold, gangster life
until one day, giorno would let him rest in peace finally
and he'd be reunited with you
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jojo-cafe · 5 months
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Is it okay if I request the members of passione from Golden Wind reacting to a stand user whose stand is legitimately a HUGE teddy bear?
Hello!! Sure! Here's your coffee, enjoy your drink!
Bucci Gang with a reader that has a teddy bear looking stand
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Giorno Giovanna
Giorno finds its appearance interesting, although he isn't very shocked by it, as he just presents himself. 
"Hello, I'm Giorno Giovanna," he says as your stand opens for a hug, and he complies. 
If a small part of the teddy stuffing happens to come out, Giorno turns it into a butterfly or ladybug that goes either to you or your stand.
Sometimes, he will bring home little flower crowns he made for your stand, as well as small flowers, which look adorable due to the size difference between your teddy and the flowers. 
Giorno brought home a little silk magenta bow—the color of his suit— to place around your stand. 
He stitched a little flower and a ladybug somewhere on your teddy.
When Giorno arrives home from an exhausting mission, he isn't much for talking, avoiding contact since he's stressed and interactions could make him snap easily. On those days, sometimes you surprise him with your stand in his room so that he can relax (even if he isn't as attached to it as much as the others are) On those days, you are greeted by the sight of a ladybug on your stand's nose the next time you see it.
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Pannacotta Fugo
At first, Fugo is curious about it, asking you questions about its abilities and why it has that appearance. 
If it ever rips a stitch or two, Fugo would certainly like to help sew it again, as it will give him a chance to learn more about your stand. But it also becomes a kind of therapeutic activity for him. So, after a fight, when your stand has lots of rips and stitches open, Fugo likes to sew it together. He also enjoys talking with your stand while he stitches it.
"We're done stitching. That was more than the last time, [stand name],"
He says, patting your stand as it stands up, opening its arms, offering a hug that Fugo obliges and accepts.
"Y/N should buy a stitching kit for you"
Fugo always checks to see if the stitching is holding up and if it doesn't have any rips. Although Fugo likes it, he isn't a fan of lying down or sleeping on it, but he still enjoys spending time with it.
As we all know, Fugo has anger management problems, and if you let him, he'll use your stand to help with his anger. When angry, whether at someone else or your stand, Fugo will sometimes hit your stand, usually with punches or slaps. Unfortunately, if Fugo has a sharp object around, he will use it on your stand. Luckily, it doesn't let Fugo hurt itself or you.
Although Fugo enjoys spending time with it, its large body and lack of size awareness don't make him the most agile of stands. So, Fugo sometimes gets very angry at it for knocking things over and bumping into people. 
Fugo stitches a little chibi Purple Haze face on it.
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Bruno Bucciarati
Although everyone has a soft spot for your stand, Bruno is the one who actually takes the most care of it, as he tells you when a stitch is loose, the fur is dirty, or when there's a rip in it. 
He absolutely loves to run his hands through its fur when relaxing.
Bruno, as the Capo, is a very busy man. Often, his stress builds up, whether it be from a mission or taking care of the other 6 children gangsters, and he just needs a moment to be vulnerable. Although he doesn't show it very easily, as your relationship progresses, he asks if you can "lend" your stand sometimes. He goes to more private places, hugs them, vents, or cries, letting his emotions out. 
After having many of his hair clippers stolen by Narancia to put on your stand, Bruno gives one for your stand to use. He also sews a zipper from Sticky Fingers.
Bruno also likes to talk with your stand.
"Good morning, Y/N, and you too, [stand name]," he says, caressing its fur.
It has also made Bruno cry a couple of times. On days when he was very stressed, it just offered a hug, and Bruno reciprocated, shedding a few tears, proceeding to thank it.
In fights, both your stands make a good team, as Sticky Fingers can open your stand and place any valuable or sensitive items inside it, protecting them. 
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Leone Abbacchio
At first, Leone pretends not to care that much. In fact, while the two of you don't have much of a connection, Leone won't have many reactions or interactions with your stand. But as your relationship evolves, Leone will slowly but certainly loosen up with your stand.
He will start out by caressing its short fur when away from others or laying his head on its shoulder. Even if sometimes you are away (you can still tell what is going on, as you can feel it). He then starts to get more physical, laying his head, then his torso, and slowly relaxing.
Let's agree, that man doesn't get much sleep for whatever reason it may be, so he frequently takes a nap on your stand when no one is around (although you can feel it). 
When Abbacchio comes back home drunk, he lays down and sleeps on it.
Overall, as your relationship progresses, Abbacchio feels more and more comfortable with your teddy. So, when he's already comfortable talking about his problems, he goes to your teddy, hugs it, and rants about his problems, which you can hear. 
There are very few wine droplets on your teddy bear from those nights Abbacchio comes home drunk.
Sometimes, when away from you, he likes to use Moody Blues to lay on it and find some comfort."
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Narancia Ghirga
Certainly, the one who has the most fun with it.
Narancia was very excited the first time he met your stand. He ran towards it with arms open, jumped, threw himself at it, and hugged it as it fell back. "It's so soft!" he exclaimed, caressing the teddy bear's fur.
Narancia loves its fur and really likes to tug and play with it, making silly patterns. 
He also enjoys sleeping on it and uses it as a sofa and a pillow. He's definitely attached to it 24/7 and even tries to give it food, shoving it into its stitched and sewn mouth.
Narancia also has a lot of fun trying to dress your stand, putting it in shirts that are huge and still too small, and placing little hair accessories on its fur, such as bows and hair clips (he even stole some from Bruno to place on it). He and Mista do this together.
Narancia saw Fugo stitching on your stand, so he and Fugo spent some time together, as Fugo tried to teach him to stitch. After some stabs on the cheeks and hands, he is able to stitch a poorly drawn plane with "Aerosmith" written on the side.
Like Abbacchio, your stand is a source of comfort for Narancia. That's why he's constantly hugging it, seeking the attention and care he didn't really get in his younger years.
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Guido Mista
At first, Mista is very scared and untrustful of it, but soon he loses his fears and grows to like it very much. When he first sees it, he's very shocked and scared.
"HEH!? WHAT IS THAT!?!?" he yelps the shock causing him to make his figure smaller and take a few steps back.
'It is just [stand name],' you say as Mista approaches the teddy bear, placing a hand on its eyelids and opening them, inspecting it with a very investigative face. He furrows his eyebrows and, when he is done, crosses his arms in front of his chest.
'Yeah, but it's so strange that-' Mista stops mid-sentence as he's embraced by your stand's hug and falls along with it, laying his head on its belly.
'Y/N!!! What are YOU... doing?' The last word is said softly as Mista relaxes and snuggles against your stand.
'Okay, it isn't that bad,' he says as he finishes snuggling and is now finally relaxed. You let out a small laugh. 'I told you.'
After meeting your stand for the first time, Mista talks to it, even if it doesn't answer back.
'You know, big guy, at first I didn't like you, but we're on good terms, yeah?' Guido says, with his head laid on your stand's belly.
After fights and just overall tiring days, Mista likes to sleep and rest on your stand. The Sex Pistols also really like your stand; they like to play on it, climbing on it and using it as a slide, and, just like Mista, sometimes rest on it. The Sex Pistols like to sew with loose strings on your teddy bear.
He and the Sex Pistols are deffinetly the reson for most of your stand's rips and loose stitches.
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rougepancake · 8 months
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Take care.
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How they deal with you when you’re on your period (hcs)
Ft. Leonne Abbacchio and Bruno Bucciarati
WARNINGS: Fem!reader. Period cramps, mood swings. Fluffy stuff. These hcs are all over the place btw. There is no order whatsoever-
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BRUNO BUCCIARATI
Don’t doubt him, he’s done his research and then some
He knows exactly what to get you when you’re cramping badly, and treats you as if you’re the most fragile thing on earth
Prepares you the BEST herbal teas and plays with your hair while you drink them
Sadly, he doesn’t cave when you beg him for whatever you’re craving, giving you stuff that he knows will tone down your cramps
He definitely gives you massages if you’re tense
I feel like he’s said something along the lines of “we’re in this together” and immediately regretted it afterwards
He makes everything about you for sure
There’s a movie you’ve been wanting to watch? He just bought it on dvd and you’re watching it tonight
You’re hungry? Tell him what you want and he’ll cook it to the best of his abilities
Need a heating pad? If you want, he’ll lay on top of you while you cuddle. If you don’t, you bet your ass he’s got a heating pad on standby
Prepares you nice warm baths and showers and enjoys being able to take care of you like this
Has the fridge stocked with various different fruits and vegetables for you, hand picked to make sure that they’re to your liking
Also has a secret stash of dark chocolate that he bought specifically for when you’re on your period
(he has to move it every month to prevent you from finding it)
Is amazing at comforting you through your mood swings. He’s a real champ for sure
Like if you snap at him, he’ll sit there and take it, because he knows you’ll cave and apologize later. He knows that it’s not your fault that your moody, so therefore he has no need to return your sudden anger
At the start of your relationship, he was definitely much more antsy whenever it came to your cramps and such, but the longer you’re together the more comfortable he gets
He has done all the research he can, and has even gone as far as to ask some of the older women he knows for pointers and such
100% rants to Abbacchio in secret
“I just don’t know what to do! She won’t even let me hold her-“ Bucciarati rambles, his hands waving around madly as he speaks. It’s uncharacteristic for him to be so worked up over something that’s so easily solved.
“Just give her some space.” Abbacchio shrugs and rolls his eyes at his friend. It makes perfect sense, really. You wouldn’t let him touch you, and you seemed moodier than you usually were. You just wanted space. Duh.
“Oh… Yeah. That might work.”
LEONE ABBACCHIO
He has done some research. Like just enough to know what’s healthy for you and what he should do
This guy has a wonderful poker face, because not once have you been able to pick up on the fact that he’s panicking inside
Listen, he loves you, and he’s seriously doing his best here, but damn-
He has to fight back the urge to argue with you for fear that he’ll only upset you further
Like he really, reallyyy wants to piss you off, but he knows better than to do that (plus Bucciarati would never let him hear the end of it-)
While he doesn’t know a whole lot about what to do, he tends to cuddle you until you sleep, or make you whatever you ask for
Sorry but he can’t cook to save his life
Expect slightly burnt food every time he hands you a plate (you love it anyways)
Like Bruno, he’s got a stash of dark chocolate for you, except it’s sitting out in the open and he eats it with you while you’re watching cringy rom coms
I wholeheartedly believe he lets you do his makeup (and vice versa)
Like if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll walk in with his makeup kit and let you go crazy with it
Typically leaves it on until you fall asleep
Whenever he does your makeup, he’s very careful to not upset or hurt you. It’s one of the few times you get to see him so gentle
Has water bottles and heating pads within reach at all times just in case your cramps get worse. He also carries a bottle of Midol in his pocket for extra caution
Refuses to tell you that, however
Had the mindset of “not my womb, not my problem” until he started dating you
The first time you brought it up he died inside. You were suffering and there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. It sucked
Because he has done very basic research, he has no idea what to feed you other than your cravings
I mean yeah he looked up what to give you, but forgot within an hour once he saw how much pain you were actually in
Strictly refuses to ask questions about it and does not want help from anyone.
He gets incredibly flustered when he has to go out and get you pads/tampons. His brain always seems to short circuit on him while he’s in the isle. “What size does she prefer?” “Does she bleed heavily or not?? Fuck I can’t remember-!”
Snaps at anyone who looks at him funny when he buys them
Let’s you do his hair for sure, but WILL NOT go out in public with whatever hairstyle you give him
Braids? Cute, but not in front of Bucciarati
Ponytail? Actually he’s kind of digging it, but he knows he’ll never hear the end of it from the others, so no
Pigtails? You sounded excited about them, but he’d literally rather die than have anyone seen him with his hair like that ❤️
“Can I do your hair?” You ask softly, looking up at him from your spot on the couch. “I think you’d look good with Dutch braids, and I’d like to try it out on you.”
“Fine.” He grabs the hair brush and sits with his back towards you, allowing you full access to his hair. “Just don’t rip it out or whatever.”
“Thanks Leone.” You smile and begin parting his hair. “You’re gonna look amazing when I’m done.”
“I’d better.”
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noaltbruh · 3 months
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@multifandom-hcs Hope you're having a good day too! :))
Bruno and Hermes dating hcs ❤️
Hermes 💋
Chaotic gf. I don't know if you're an introvert or an extrovert, but she will most definitely be more hyped than you for anything.
Loves to try new things with you and go on all sorts of date! From carnivals, to road trips, to that one random place you saw and you're not quite sure if it's a restaurant or a sex shop, but you'll find out together!
Wakes you up at three am. because she just got an idea for what you could do together and you have to do it NOW.
Big on PDA, she's constantly touching you or holding you near her even when you're in public, HECK ESPECIALLY when you're in public.
Loves to show you off to the Stone Ocean gang and can't shut up about how great her partner is.
Definetely teases you and gets even mushier with you if she sees you getting shy.
She'll speak up and stand up for you in any situation, whether that is a stand battle or someone cut in line in front of you.
Always has the biggest grin on her face as soon as she sees you.
Loves to drag you in troubles, but she honestly just wants to have fun with you. Don't worry, if things get out of hand, she knows how to handle policemen.
I think her kisses would be a bit rough, like you can just feel how eager she is to feel her lips on your body.
Is literally always complimenting you and your look, calling you hot, beautiful, handsome, pretty...Whatever you prefer!
"Breath taking as usual, caro/cara!" "I'm...Literally in my pajamas" "Your point?"
Shoplifts for you, I'm sorry. Like- maybe you just saw a cool jewel in a shop and told her you liked it, without really thinking much about it. The next day, you find that exact jewel at your front door.
Opens up about her past and how much she misses her sister, it's one of the few times she genuinely seems sorrowful.
Would love you even more if you accepted to visit her sibling's grave with her. She might cry on your shoulder, so please comfort her.
On a more optimistic note, if she visits her on his own, she even talks to her and you and how awesome you are.
She lets you keep your stuff in her tits without even having to ask her, it's just routine for you two by now.
Loves to do your makeup. Alternatively, if you don't wear it, she still asks you if she can try it on you because she's fully convinced you'd look great with it.
VERY flirty and completely shameless about it, no matter who is watching.
Can't cook lol, but she will gladly take you to any restaurant you like and she'll offer to pay for both of you!
...Yeah, pay.
Bruno 🤐
The boyfriend ever.
He's so romantic and gentle he literally makes me want to cry because he's so perfect and VSGABCAHZCSS.
Just being near him makes you feel safe, you'll never have to fear being judged as long as this man is your partner.
He's calm and understanding. No matter if something is troubling you or you're simply in a bad mood just because, he'll never lose his patience with you.
Encourages you in everything you do, whether that is a small task or a lifelong goal you're trying to pursue, Bruno will always be ready to support you and help you in any way possible.
Might be a bit busy from time to time due to his job, but he makes you to call and text you anytime he gets the chance too. He loves hearing your voice and he wants to be sure that you're doing alright.
He never closes a phone call without an "I love you, tesoro" at the end.
Will make up for the time he missed once he gets back home. He'll do whatever you want to and there aren't limits to how much he's willing to spend for his love.
Do you want to go on a trip to France for the weekend? He already has two tickets and a reservation in the best hotel of the city.
Remember that very fancy restaurant in the city center? Guess who has already reserved a table for two with a beatutil view on the entire city?
Truthfully, however, Bruno enjoys anything as long as he gets to spend it with you. Despite his role in the mafia, he also loves simpler, everyday life with his partner.
Even just going to the local market to buy something together makes him so incredibly happy, and gives him a sense of normality in the mess that's his life.
Not super big on showing affection in public, at least not as much as Mista or Narancia- but he always maintains even a small touch between you.
He loves to hold your hand as you walk, lets you hold on to his arm, or he wraps his arm around your waist.
Way more touchy and flirty in private. Bruno is smooth and knows excabtly where to provoke you or what to tell you to make you blush.
He puts his hand under your chin or on your cheek if you were to look away from him. You can see his proud, little smirk on his face.
The best cook in the gang, male wife material. His fish dishes are the best you'll ever try in your entire life.
Speaking of that, he'd love to go fishing with you. It reminds him of the time he spent with his father and sees it as a way to continue his family traditions. After all, you are his future wife/husband.
He has the kindest look on his face while explaining to you how to fish and it makes me want to explode.
He loves to massage your shoulders, for some reason. Maybe because it helps you relax, but it just feels very intimate to him.
He rubs your back and kisses you on the forehead whenever he hugs you. His embrace is warm and you wish you never had to let go.
Gives you flowers or any sort of gifts on the most random occasions. Don't worry, buddy, you didn't forget and important date, he's just a sweetheart and wanted to give you a present to make you smile.
Also, since you're dating him, you'll now have to take care of five children, aka the gang. I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself the moment you became his partner.
Don't worry, Abbacchio will help you... Perhaps.
On a more serious note, Bruno would love to have a family with you in the future. This man is MADE to raise children, adopted or not, anything is fine for him.
He thinks you'd be a great parent, but of course, if you don't want to be, he'll never force it on you :)
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yoshhii · 7 months
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STYLING THEIR HAIR— bucci gang
no fugo or trish sorry! (´∀`•)
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bucciarati bruno
→˚₊· when you asked if you could style his hair he of course said yes
→˚₊· seeing your face light up meant the world to him
→˚₊· after all there wasn’t a lot of times where you two could hang out like this
→˚₊· because his hair was so short you didn’t have a lot of options
→˚₊· while you worked on styling it he sat perfectly still
→˚₊· his hair was so shiny and soft
→˚₊· when you were finished he looked in the mirror and smiled at you
→˚₊· he loves it and asked if you would like him to style your hair
→˚₊· if you say yes then he happily puts it in any style you want
→˚₊· but being a capo meant his free time was limited
→˚₊· he had to leave for business reasons but not before he gives you a hug and a quick kiss on the forehead
leone abbacchio
→˚₊· “no.”
→˚₊· of course… it wasn’t going to be easy to convince abbacchio to let you do his hair
→˚₊· so you might need to beg him for a bit
→˚₊· “please?” “no” “please?” “no” “just this one time?” “….fine.”
→˚₊· he hesitantly sat down in front of you
→˚₊· “you better make this quick.”
→˚₊· if this was anyone else he would tell them to f off but you where an exception
→˚₊· soft…his hair was very soft
→˚₊· it was so smooth, long, and silky it was nice to touch
→˚₊· you decided to put his hair up halfway
→˚₊· you could see him relax as your fingers ran through his hair
→˚₊· it was nice having you around, it gets his mind off of the stress he has from working so much
→˚₊· when you finished he was a little disappointed it ended so soon but didn’t say anything
→˚₊· when he saw the results you could see a small smile form on his face
→˚₊· “ it looks okay” he absolutely loves it
→˚₊· he now expects you to do this more often but he’ll never tell you
giorno giovanna
→˚₊· “i don’t see why not”
→˚₊· so here he is sitting down, letting you unbraid his hair and style it to whatever you please
→˚₊· his hair is so beautiful, it basically glows in the sunlight
→˚₊· compliments you and your hairstyling skills
→˚₊· might use golden experience to put some flowers in his hair ( he looks so majestic)
→˚₊· would let you do this again
( i don’t know how to write giorno so that’s all i have sorry)
guido mista
→˚₊· “are you sure? my hair is not that long”
→˚₊· he doesn’t mind you styling his hair, it’s just that there’s not much to work with
→˚₊· but he happily places himself down and takes off his hat(?)
→˚₊· have you ever seen him without it on?
→˚₊· if not then now you have!
→˚₊·very short and lots of curls
→˚₊· he has a bit of a disappointed expression because of how short his hair is
→˚₊· but you make him feel better by telling him it’s perfectly okay!
→˚₊· you can probably put some mini bows in it
→˚₊· well whatever you decide to do he’s happy about it
narancia ghirga
→˚₊· when you ask him he of course says (more like yells) yes
→˚₊· “ OF COURSE YOU CAN!!”
→˚₊· like mista he doesn’t mind what hairstyle you do, he’s happy with anything
→˚₊· moves a bit when you’re styling but it’s not to much
→˚₊· might get impatient if you take to long so you’ll have to tell him to wait a little longer
→˚₊· when you’re done he basically jumps up and down from excitement
→˚₊· “YOU DID THIS Y/N?? HOW COOL!”
→˚₊· runs to show it off to everyone
→˚₊· he would like to do your hair as well
→˚₊·it might not look as good but its sweet that he tried
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lumibuns-blog · 2 years
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How the Bucci gang tries to get readers attention when you first join<3
Bucci gang x reader
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His way of getting your attention is to literally just always be next to you
Riding in a car? giorno is sitting next to you!
On a mission? Giorno is coming with you
Tired? He has two open shoulders please use him as your pillow
The moment you mention a favorite flower or animal suddenly they are appearing all over the place, he doesn't need you to know it's him, he's happy just to see your smile
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Romantic asf
Kisses your hand whenever he sees you, opens doors, compliments you no matter what you do just a total gentleman
If you are in battle he is constantly putting himself in harms way so nothing bad happens to you
He knows you can take care of yourself he just wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you <3
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Hahahahah he has no clue why he's trying to always get your attention till the very last minute bc he's emotionally constipated
His main way of trying to get you to notice him is keeping you away from giovana
If this man even sees you sitting next to the golden boy he will sit right in between you two he might offer you a chance to listen to music with him if you're lucky
Will give giorno the most disgusted glare if he tries to go in to kiss your knuckles
But he's just doing that because giorno can't be trusted right? Right???😳
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He's smart, but not around you
His brain has an error when ever your around
The way you smell, talk, and look is all just too much for this guy
He's TRYING to find a way to get your attention but he's to focused on trying not to pass out because your shirt is showing a little more of your chest than you usually do
Mista and narancia aren't help either, constantly teasing him
Unbeknownst to him all of his flustered-ness IS getting your attention so I guess he's not doing to bad 😉
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Wears his heart on his sleeve
It's sooooo obvious that he has a thing for you and everyone knows
Wants your attention all. The. Time, asking if he did good in the last battle, asking for help because fugo is being to mean,
Wants you to touch him (not in that way you weirdos) but stuff like, he has something on his face, or a ich he can't scratch he just likes to feel your hands
Wants special treatment which makes the other really annoyed but he's not complaining he just wants time with you
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Another person who makes it very obvious
Flirts with you and passes it off as a joke but in reality he wishes he could woo you over
The Sex Pistols are...well they're themselves
Even if Mista isn't open about his crush they most definitely are
"Y/NNNNN did you know mistaaaa loves y-" cue Mista trying aggressively to shut them up while his face is burning red
If any guy outside the gang so much as looks at you he goes full protective mode, he might even whip his gun out if they don't get the message
Tries endlessly to fluster you, by sitting really close, are whispering into your ear, or giving you compliments
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caramel-cafe · 2 months
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Could you write Bruno dating like you write for Abbacchio pls?
➥ Dating him would include…
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Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Advanture
Character(s): Bruno Bucciarati
Tags: Gn! Reader, Fluff
Warning(s): None
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If you aren't in Passione or weren't on his team already, it takes him quite a while to introduce you to them. Bruno thinks of them as family and needs to make sure you're the one before committing to something like that.
Whenever the gang is around, he tries his best to act professional, but if you initiate anything, he’ll melt into your touch as long as it isn’t anything too intimate—hugging him from behind, quick pecks on the cheek, etc.
If someone comes up to you and/or starts flirting in front of you, he won't do much at first. Bruno trusts and respects you enough not to interfere unless they start making you uncomfortable. However, the person can feel his eyes boring into them as he makes sure they won't try anything.
Whether it’s dinner at a fancy restaurant or cuddling on the couch while watching your favorite movie, Bruno will do whatever he can to make time to spend with you.
In addition to that, he prefers to have you sit with him while doing paperwork for the gang and such. He doesn’t need help with it, but having you with him is calming. However, if you decide not to join him, he doesn’t blame you.
Bruno won't hesitate to shower you with many gifts, expensive or otherwise. Whether it's something you specifically mentioned needing or just something he thought you’d like or that reminded him of you, he is almost always bringing you something back.
You never have to worry about getting clothes that don't fit you; this man is not above having your clothes custom-tailored for you.
He is also very open with you. If he’s having an issue, more often than not, Bruno immediately comes to you to get your advice or resolve the issue, and he appreciates it when you do the same. The only time that he may not come to you is if it's something about Passione.
If you're ever having trouble sleeping he’s always up for telling you little stories while tracing little circles on your back to help you relax.
•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•
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bajibitch · 2 months
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They find out you love them.
Bruno, Fugo, Giorno, and Leone
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Bruno - “as much as I want to be selfish, I have to tell you the truth. Especially since I love you too.”
He loved the thought of having you forever, but it wasn’t worth it if he could lose you. That's why he hid his feelings up till then. After you confessed he sat you down and told you about the danger that’ll come with dating a capo, even the reality that he won’t always be beside you. Sure, you could hide the relationship but it’ll only be a matter of time before his enemies put the puzzle together. But if you insist on taking the risk, after your only warning, he’ll gladly allow it and do all he can to protect you.
Fugo - “why didn’t you tell me?”
He asked after eavesdropping on your conversation with Guido, who excused himself. He hoped that you weren’t afraid of him because he loved being around you and the sweet energy you’d bring. He had many outbursts, it’s human to give in to the twinge of anger now and then, but he wouldn't do that to you. Unless you deserved it but it’d never get to that point because his love is gentle, soft, and leaves you wanting more. You didn’t have to hide the truth any longer since he was willing to try if you were.
Giorno - “you don’t have to agree to this now, but I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready.”
When Leone mentioned your crush on him he was flattered, until he saw you speed walking to the exit. It didn’t hurt that you felt embarrassed to admit it. He was bothered by a sweet confession being taken from him. You probably spent weeks thinking of an approach just for it to be squandered by the purple witch. To make up for what was lost, a few days later he went to your home bearing gifts of things he saw you enjoy. He told you all the wonderful things he’d ever thought about you and said that he’d love to see how far it could go when you’re ready.
Leone - “you can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere.”
The two of you were having a nice day out, going to random shops in your neighborhood, the usual stuff and you said the words. He didn't mean to step on the brakes and possibly give you whiplash, you took him by surprise. His grip was tight on the wheel, his face bright red and his eyes staring down. You loved him, your heart yearned for him, but you meant it in a platonic way that time. But you weren't going to miss the opportunity to start a relationship ;)
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zafirosreverie · 5 months
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Change the future part 3
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part 1
a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday
a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore
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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"
"But that won’t be today, Pepa"
Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 
Y/N’s back.
Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.
She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.
Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.
She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.
Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.
"Tía Pepa!!"
The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.
"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"
"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"
"We brought you presents!"
"But mine are better because I love you more"
"Not true! I love her more!"
"No, I love her more!"
Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.
You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.
"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"
At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.
"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile
"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”
Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.
“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"
"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"
"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.
You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.
The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.
The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.
"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.
Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 
The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.
"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."
"Bruno" you answered dryly
The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.
"It's good to see you again"
"I wish I could say the same"
Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.
It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.
"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate
"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking
"This is no longer your family"
"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.
"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"
"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.
You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.
"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"
"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"
"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"
"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.
She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.
She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.
Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.
And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.
"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.
"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.
You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.
"Don't you ever dare-"
 But it never came.
"IT'S ENOUGH!" 
You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.
It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.
No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.
Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.
"You insolent-"
"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."
You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.
"Let go, Julieta-"
"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"
That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.
The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.
Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.
"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.
"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"
"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"
"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."
"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"
"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"
"When you got the gifts?"
"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"
"Why?"
"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"
You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.
"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"
"That's right" he agreed.
"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"
"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"
You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.
"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.
"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"
You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.
"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly
"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"
"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."
"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"
Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.
"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled
He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?
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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.
You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.
You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.
Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.
Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.
The problem was Julieta.
She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.
It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.
As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.
You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.
It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.
"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you
"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up
"You have to see it for yourself"
You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.
Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?
"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly
"What?"
"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"
"I… I guess"
Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.
You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.
"Maybe we need to call-"
"No Juli, we don't need her"
You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.
"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
"Excuse me?" you blinked
"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.
You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.
"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly
"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"
You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.
How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.
"Mami! mami!"
María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 
“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped
The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.
Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.
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ddarker-dreams · 9 months
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Scarlet Ribbons accidental kisses with the gang? (I love your writing so much! You're one of the best fanfic writers <3 <3 I reread your works so often, they make my day : D)
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wahhh thank you so much, i'm happy to know my writing can bring you some joy!!! 💖
i'm going to assume that this request takes place before SR reader is in a relationship with anyone, hopefully that's what you had in mind hkjetgrmw maybe something like she started to trip and x guy went to catch her? some traditional shoujo exploits ...
[Scarlet Ribbons index]
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Giorno
There's a 99% chance Giorno's sentient Stand, GER, had a hand in this. The Stand shares Giorno's affection for you and wishes his user would hurry up in courting you already. Giorno catches onto the shenanigans at play but it's too late — while catching you, your lips make contact. His face has never felt so warm. He tries portraying himself in this suave, calm manner, but when you're in his general vicinity, it's a challenge to maintain this balanced state. His voice is a few pitches higher when he rushes through an apology. The Don of Passione would feel less nervous starting down the barrel of a gun. Later, he chastises his conniving Stand, but deep down… he's secretly grateful.
Bruno
Bruno doesn't immediately pull away and thinks less of himself because of it. He's straining himself to the degree that veins start protruding from his forehead. Your comfort matters far more to him than satisfying any carnal needs. After he ensures you're steady, he puts an appropriate amount of distance between you, then starts apologizing for the mishap. If you're feeling particularly mischievous, now would be the most opportune time to tease him. He's usually immune to being flustered, even from you, but the emotions running rampant through his system momentarily lower his defenses. There'll be a slight blush on his sunkissed skin. He's quick to excuse himself so he can get his heart under control.
Fugo
Fugo struggles to make eye contact with you for a solid week. Once he gets past the initial slew of positive hormones that make him feel like he's on cloud nine, reality settles in, and he's mortified. What if you think he's a creep who did it on purpose? The thought alone leads to sleepless nights where he gnaws on his nails. He berates himself and is extra prone to explode with anger at the slightest provocation. You need to reassure him before there's collateral damage. He's still stiff around you for a while, but that's because his eyes start wandering to your lips if he isn't careful. His own start tingling, as if remembering the soft sensation and longing to experience it again.
Mista
Mista knew the lord was on his side. The last time he attended mass, he prayed for something like this to happen. The main objective henceforth is to maintain his cool. Ride out the waves of coincidence and try not to come off too strong, lest he scare you away. Once he's certain you aren't going to unleash your wrath upon him, the cogs in his brain begin turning. What can he say to sweeten the moment? Win you over with his charisma and charm? There's got to be a perfect combination of words that'll have you weak to your knees. Eventually, he settles on complimenting your chapstick flavor. He later bemoans himself for not saying something cooler.
Narancia
It's like raw caffeine was injected into his veins. He's absolutely ecstatic, ready to bounce from wall to wall, even though he recognizes it was an accident. Who cares? This has got to be fate, or whatever it's called, he thinks he heard the term in a movie once. Narancia is bragging about it to absolutely everyone, much to their chagrin (especially Fugo's). Abbacchio pours salt into Narancia's drink when he isn't looking as a silent form of vengeance. You come into the room and everyone aside from Narancia is grumpy. You're absolutely his first kiss, a fact he takes great pride in. That is, until he wonders if he's your first kiss… then his mood is slightly pampered… for all of ten minutes. Then he's back to beaming, uncaring of anything besides the fact your lips made contact.
Abbacchio
Abbacchio cannot remember the last time his heart pounded this hard — if ever. Still, he doesn't linger in the moment. He may be harsh around the edges, but he still cares for you greatly, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. When he parts and sees his purple lipstick smudged onto your pretty, parted lips… it is a divine test of his self-control. That mental image has never left him. He's stuck between not feeling worthy of your affection and wanting to kiss you until the pigment stains your lips a deeper color. It's a dilemma. If he isn't constantly distracting himself, his mind runs off to fantasize.
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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years
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Their reaction to being the only one avoided by their darling
Part 1
Part 2
What if you, their crush, were friendly with the rest of the group…except them? How will they react? How will they feel? What will they do about it?
Featuring: Bucci gang (separately)—Bruno, Abbacchio and Giorno
GN reader, except the use of the term “amorina”
A/N: Out of the writing slump we gooo!
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Bruno Bucciarati
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Let’s say he is going to be confused. And maybe sad. No, definitely sad. Even if he is sad about it, he will try giving you time to adjust to your new group;
However, after some time, when he noticed that, out of the six boys, he was the only being avoided, he felt awful. You even liked Abbacchio and weren’t scared of him, but it seemed like when Bruno appeared you were ready to dissolve;
Why didn’t you like him? What could have he done to earn your hatred? Damn it, he was the one that brought you here! If it wasn’t for him, you would be six feet under! It was frustrating, really;
The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Quite the opposite, may I say. Out of them all, he was the one you were attracted to. But the thing was, you couldn’t be yourself around him since you cared about his opinion and you didn’t want to be disliked by him. So, you shied away every time he was near you;
Bruno was determined to make you like him, even if he didn’t know you already did. And, being a capo, he could easily make it that you two went completely alone on some missions. Only by coincidence, of course;
After one of those missions, you and Bruno were spending the night in a five-star hotel. It was a pretty luxurious place, but you can’t expect anything else from Bucciarati, can you? You two could’ve gotten back to Naples this night, but he wanted to spend time with you without being interrupted by the boys;
As usual, you tried to avoid him as much as you could in that room. You stayed much more in the bathroom than usual, you went on the balcony when he was in the room, and you tried to not show how flustered you got when he was close to you. You tried. But it seemed like today he didn’t let it slide;
“Y/N.” His harsh tone took you off guard, his intimidating presence making you bite your lip anxiously. You knew that this day was going to come, that you couldn’t play this pathetic game of cat and mouse, but you weren’t ready to talk about it yet;
“Yes?” You responded, your voice coming way smaller than you meant to and you didn’t turn to Bruno. Yes, you were a pretty good actor but…around him, your acting skills disappeared. Who knows what you will do when you see him? Was he disappointed in you?
“Turn around for me, amorina” His tone softened a bit and he waited. It was something weird about it, it was like…he wasn’t asking you to do it. He was, sort of, ordering. Yeah, it was one of the tones he usually used before getting mad. So you really were on thin ice;
You did as you were told, even if you weren’t supposed to follow his orders in your free time, but you couldn’t help. You felt weird to ignore what he was saying when he was using that tone since it felt like disobeying him. And that made you think: Humans really are weird, aren’t they?
“What’s wrong? Do you hate me? Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? And if yes, what is it? I want to fix it, but I don’t know how.” The way he sounded now, completely different from two seconds ago, truly sincere and hurt, made your stomach twirl in anxiety. Was it the wrong decision to act like that with him? Maybe it was, but you had no idea how to act around him without embarrassing yourself and making him dislike you. “Please, tell me what I did wrong.”;
“I…You…I don’t h-hate you. And you didn’t do anything wrong, please don’t think like that.” You forced yourself to look into his eyes while speaking and you hated yourself even more when you saw the relieved look in them. He looked so at ease and you let a soft smile make its way on your face. But you knew it wasn’t over by the glint in his eyes: he still wanted to know the reason you were avoiding him;
“So, are you going to tell me what I want to know or not?” Bruno asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I won’t get away, right?” You huffed out, slightly amused by the way he nodded, a small smirk covering his face. You explained your reasoning, as fast as you could, hoping that he wouldn’t understand and you could run to bed…and hope you don’t wake up. Ever;
Bruno’s smirk didn’t wipe off his face, more so, it became larger. The fact that you liked him back was a surprise and a big ego boost. It made his heart jump happily in his chest. In a swift motion, he took you by your waist and pressed your chest against his;
“If you liked me back, you could’ve just told me, tesoro. No need to ignore me, I knew I was yours since I laid my eyes on you.”
Leone Abbacchio
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When Leone first saw you, something happened inside him. It was the indistinguishable impression he had when he met Bucciarati, but at the same time, it wasn’t. There was something about you…The way you always stood your ground, but still managed to be liked by everybody. He was envious. He wanted to be like you. To be this open to everybody;
He hated the fact that he couldn’t describe this feeling he had about you. He hated the fact that you were always so chatty and open. And he absolutely despised the way you looked at Giorno like he was the best man you have ever seen;
The fact that you were so close with that Giorno guy, laughing with him like you’ve known him since you two were babies summed up with you avoiding him and acting like you were petrified every time he appeared next to you made Abbacchio’s blood boil. His hatred towards the poor blonde increased to the point he broke one of the teacups’ handles. What did Giorno have and he didn’t? Why were you only ignoring him?
Eventually, the boys started to pick up Abbacchio’s signals that he threw unconsciously, and, when you weren’t there, they teased him. Except for Giorno, who kept his mouth shut in fear of not angering the man even more than he did with his simple existence. The man declined to have any feelings except tolerance for you, but he didn’t realize that his body language was betraying him: Jumping to protect you in missions, glaring at anyone who stared at you on the street, his body stiffening and his brows furrowing whenever he saw you next to Giorno, etc. He was whipped and everybody, except you, knew it;
“Oi, Abbacchio, how’s it going to Y/N? Still jealous of Giorno?” One day, you overheard Narancia’s voice from the living room. At first, you were confused. What did he mean by ‘Still jealous of Giorno?’. Why would be Abbacchio jealous of Giorno? And what did it have to do with you? You rarely spoke with Leone, being afraid to make him mad and he also intimidated you. His tall frame and cold demeanor or his deep voice…everything about him sent shivers down your spine and made you bite your lip. So, why would he even care about you?
You decided to sneak your nose into their conversation and pressed yourself onto the wall next to the door, listening. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll rip your hands off” Abbacchio answered and you held back a giggle. Why was he so defensive? “Come on, Abbacchio, don’t be like that! It’s okay to be in love!” Mista giggled and you heard the white-haired man slamming a glass, probably his wine one, onto the coffee table. At that, every other giggle in the room faltered and you could sense the tension raising;
“I swear to fucking God if you ever bring this up while they are home and they find out because of that I will personally smash each one of you against the wall and kill you! Now give me a fucking break!” He screamed and your heart stopped. You’ve never seen him so angry and it made you wonder why he didn’t want you to find out. Were you that bad or what was his reason? As you were about to leave, the door beside you was slammed into one of the walls inside the room and you flinched from the sudden sound, looking to your left slowly to see Abbacchio stopped in his tracks.
“Uhm…hi?” You whispered as his eyes traced your figure carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort or, actually, anything that could tell him if you heard his outburst. Judging by your surprised face, the way you flinched before, and the fact that your hands were slightly shaking, he figured you didn’t only hear his outburst, but much more;
“How much did you hear?” was his only question and you gulped. "Not much, I guess…“ You answered, at which he raised a brow, grabbing your wrist. Abbacchio didn’t say anything, stomping off while dragging you after him. You two arrived in his room and he pressed you against the now-locked door, one of his palms placed harshly against it. The other one grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, forcing you to look at him;
“I’ll ask again and now I want a sincere answer. How much did you hear?” the harshness from before remained and a shiver shot right down your spine at the look of…mixed emotions, you guessed, in his eyes;
“Didn’t know that you liked me so much, ragazzo. It was quite a surprise I can say. Kinda flattered, if you ask me.” you let out a laugh and he frowned.
“I have a question, why do you avoid me so much?” Leone said bluntly. He was relived that, maybe, you don’t hate him. But he still needed wanted to know why did you treat him like that until now;
“Wasn’t that clear? I like you! But I was afraid to not…annoy you so I kept my distance. I was probably wrong, but who cares. Now that I think about it, you always seem pretty bothered when I’m with Giorno.” 
“You know what, I don’t give a fuck, I heard enough.”
Giorno Giovanna
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You two met when Abbacchio introduced you as his sibling and you immediately caught his eye. Your hair, your eyes, your face, the way you spoke, the way you walked…Everything about you mesmerized him. You weren’t like Abbacchio, not even close, or maybe…you were? He only saw you mad once, and it was exactly as if he looked at Abbacchio. The same glare, the same tone, the same posture. The only thing different was the pitch of your voice;
You were a piece of art for him. Lovely, fragile, heartbreakingly beautiful. He wanted you only for him to keep, only for him to see, touch and treasure. In your eyes, he could see someone’s mystery and he wanted to discover all of it. So, when he saw that you, kind of, treated him as your brother did, he was more than heartbroken. Even if you were less aggressive than your brother, you still gave him the cold shoulder;
Giorno wanted you to be happy, so he didn’t cross your boundaries. All he could do was watch you from afar. Well, from as far as he could since you all lived in the same house. The blonde didn’t want to bother you, and for sure he didn’t want to bother your brother even more than he already was;
You, of course, noticed that he backed off the moment you first ignored him. Which was exactly the opposite of what you wanted. But, it was a normal reaction. Leone warned you about this guy, Giorno, but he didn’t seem equally as bad as he made him see. And, since a part of you loved annoying your brother, you started to quietly observe the blonde from afar, missing the fact that he was doing the same;
You were surprised that, instead of hating him as your brother did, you found yourself falling in love with him. Something about him made you. You couldn’t exactly tell what, though. Was it the power he had in his hands? Was it the way his face warmed up every time he saw you? Was it the way he protected you on every occasion, even if “the protection” was just putting his hand on the corner of the table so you wouldn’t hit your head? 
At this point, you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t mess up or stutter next to him, not because your brother told you to. You tried your best to not do any of those things when you were near him and to put on your cold act to not blush at the few words he said, in the rare situations he spoke to you;
“Can we talk?” Giorno’s soft voice could be heard from your left side. You were on the roof alone, watching the sunset. You tried to clear your mind, planning on how to get closer to the boy standing next to you. You nodded, shyly making a place for him to sit;
“I don’t know how to start this, but here we go I guess...I'll be honest with you, I feel something for you. I could make a list with everything I love about you, but there wouldn’t be enough paper in the world for me to finish it. Or, one of us would die before I do. You are like a work of art- Wait. No, scratch that. You are a work of art. Every time I look at you, I’m at peace. I honestly don’t see anything wrong with you...Only the fact that...you are confusing me, Y/N. You are pretending to ignore me for days but blush at what I say. You are looking at me when you think I’m not watching and you are arguing with Abbacchio over me. I understand your brother may not like me and, if you don’t feel the same, it’s alright. Maybe I’m seeing things, but what I know for sure is that- Why are you crying?”
“I...I don’t know, to be honest” you let out a soft laugh through the small river of salty tears that were flowing slowly down your cheek. “Nobody talked like this about me in my entire life and I guess you really touched my heart. To be honest, while you were describing your feelings, you actually described mine too. I couldn’t care less about what Leone says. At first, I believed him, but over time I realized...I have fallen in love with you, Giorno Giovanna.”
"Well, this was easier than I thought it would be. I guess I really am a charmer, aren't I?" the blonde teased and you punched him in the arm, giggling. "Shut up";
"I promise I'll take good care of you. If I ever hurt you in any way, feel free to let Abbacchio kill me and I won't fight back." 
A/N: Hihi, the boys being a softie for Y/N. Dunno why Giorno's part is so poetic, blame it on Cigarettes After Sex. Part two coming soon!
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Mirabel: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!
Mirabel: *aggressively throws water bottles*
Isabela: Uh... what's up with her?
Camilo: she's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.
Mirabel: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!
Luisa, crying: it's working.
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