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lumibuns-blog · 1 year

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Um I was wondering if I could get a part two of Abbachios sister. Where she meets the rest of the gang. Please, if you don’t want to tho I understand

Ofc I would love the bucci gang is my favvv

Abbachios sister meets the bucci gang

Bruno

Adopted

He immediately sees the similarities between you and your brother when other people see you as complete opposites

Takes it upon himself to introduce you to the gang and make sure your comfortable

He does a head count to make sure everyone is there and gets extra panicked when he sees your not there

Attempts to stop abbachio from teasing you but it hardly ever works

Giorno

He's so sweet so you have no idea why your brother seems to be so angry with his all the time

He tries to spend time with you and make you feel as welcome as possible because he know how hard it is to be new to the group

Tells you *the story* of what your brother did when he first met him and gets a kick out of you scolding him

Loves to take walks with you and tries to convince you to take your gas mask off at least a little bit to smell the ocean air

Fugo

Very interested in your stand and its abilities

Sees you as a younger sibling as well and doesn't mind cleaning up after you

Much more tolerant to you than the rest of the gang but isn't afraid to scold you when you do something stupid with Mista and/or Narancia because it always seems to be the three of you getting in trouble

Mista and Narancia

They Immediately asks you for story's of what abbachio was like when he was younger and tease him for it

Always trying to pull you into whatever stupid thing they're up to

So so happy that your healing doesn't hurt like giorno's does

Just like the whole gang they accept you as one of them and are happy to see how abbachio has mellowed out just a bit now that you're here with them

#jjba #jjba fluff #giorno fluff #giorno x reader #abbacchio x reader #abbaccio fluff #mista fluff #mista x reader #bucciarati x reader #bucciaratti #narancia fluff #narancia x reader #fugo #fugo x reader #fugo fluff #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader #part 5 golden wind #jjba part 5 x reader

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luxwritings · 2 years

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Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

I really liked your “monster trio reacting to making you cry” and I would like to request a similar scenario with the bucci gang. (If that’s too many people then just Abbacchio, narancia, Bruno and mista) thankss 🥰

I gotchu eventhough this reply is a year and a half late

Abbacchio, Narancia, Bruno, and Mista reaction to making you cry

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

One of those guys that really wouldn’t mean to make it on purpose, but because of his semi-harsh tone theres one time where it does it hard enough for it to make you cry. His voice is deep and rough, and paired with his little attitude he can give sometimes, shit can hurt.

So when you and the rest of the bucci gang are sitting together, and you ask a question where.. the answer mightve been obvious.. Abbacchio’s tone and voice made him come off as rude and annoyed as he answered your question in front of everyone else. Thankfully, no one really batted an eye since they’re used to him being that way sometimes, but as his significant other you are used to getting a soft treatment.

You began to overthink this, and you excuse yourself from where him and the rest of the bucci gang is sitting to be alone for a while. Abbacchio however, can read you like an open book, and knows right away something is wrong. The second you stand up to leave, he is right behind you.

“Why do you want to be alone, mi amore? Whos bothering you? Mista?” he asks, while you two reach privacy

You smile a bit, “You are”

He gives you a confused look, and silently waits for you to continue

“I dont know..” Your voice begins to crack as you try to communicate the pain, “Maybe I misread your tone, but earlier, when I asked kinda a dumb question, you responded a bit rudely”

As he listens, your tears flow and you cant help but to feel a bit pathetic.

But, you feel that familiar hand on your head that stops you in your tracks of crying for a second. You look up, and Abbacchio is lightly petting your hair. He opens his mouth to speak and says, “Don’t cry. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, I’ll be more careful, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

You smile in response, and he continues in his serious voice, “No more tears, I’ll make it all better, I promise.”

“Yes,” you pout jokingly, “Make it all better.. pat my head more.”

He chuckles in response, “No but seriously, I’m sorry mi amore”

Narancia

I would just have to say that Narancia making you cry must be done physically because lord I can barely imagine him saying something hurtful to his s/o even on accident

Its a normal afternoon, and you and Narancia are doing you and Narancia things, also known as being overly energetic at random times in the day. What does today bring? Wrestling match.

Its usually very playful with him, and many of the rest of the bucci gang is around doing their own thing as Narancia is struggling to pin you on the floor and count to three. However, you dont go down without a fight, so there is a LOT of resistance on your end. This definitely causes issues.

In the mess of limbs and fighting noises, Narancia’s fist clashes with your lip in attempt to move his hand to pin your wrist. Your hand flies to your mouth and you back out a bit, stunned. The tears in your eyes begin to brood, but you tried to keep it in.

“Owww Narancia!!” But, your voice cracks, and somehow some tears escape your eyes. The embarrassment pushed you to the edge to let the crying release, especially since you and Narancia weren’t alone.

“What happened??” Mista shouts from the other room from all the commotion.

“N-Nothing!” and Narancia begins to slightly freak out, and his eyes automatically turn back to you in panic. “Y/n! I’m sorry!! Don’t cry!!”

But your hand is still over your lip, and youre sure theres blood thats began to come out. Narancia reaches over and gently removes your hand, wishing to look at where he hit you.

And surely, there is a bit of blood he sees. He gasps at the sight, “Does it hurt?!”

You cock your head a bit, “Yeah, a little.”, ending with a sniffle from your continued crying-runny-nose.

Though, he continues to look extremely concerned, and its quite cute, but you dont want him to overly worry. “That means you got a foul and you lose, though”, you grin widely

If theres one thing about Narancia, its that your smile is absolutely contagious to him, just as much as his is to you. So as you can imagine, he grins, really big, “Well, thats okay, you can punch me and we’ll be even.” he says, gloatingly.

You shake your head, reaching to wrap your arms around him, as he reciprocates. You tumble over holding each other laying down, room filled with laughter.

Bruno

It genuinely feels impossible to think of a scenario where Bruno could make you cry

But the thing about Bruno is like, he can get pretty invested in his gang, rightfully so. I mean, he is a father of 5.

Bruno really doesn’t like to get you included in all of the gangs details, like as in violence, missions, etc. His main priority is protecting you from harmful things, and he believes that having you included in his work is one of them. That also means that.. theres days with no message from Bruno. Theres nights on end where you are lonely because he isn’t there, hes working.

On one certain night, you decide to dial his cell and call him from home. Your hands shook, pressing each number, as you were already crying at the sight of your empty living space you came home to once again.

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

“You are never here, and you’re always vague about whats going on and what you’re doing.”

He’s silent, so you continue. “I feel neglected.” you sniffle, “For the last few days, I’ve been falling asleep alone and I don’t even get informed on why you’re even gone because of your gang.”

You hear a small sigh on the phone, “I know. I need 20 minutes, I must finish something and I’ll be home. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” you say in response, quite sadly still.

“Y/N. I know you are crying. I don’t want you to cry, but I understand why you are.”

“I get your work, it’s just, I miss you. I’m not mad or anything.”

Another moment of silence passes, where Bruno momentarily thinks for the best solution to keep you satisfied. “How about I shift all of my responsibilities on Giorno for the next few weeks and we can spend time together, okay?

“Okay!” you say, more excitedly this time. Its obvious your mood has lifted up, extremely thankful for Bruno. “Oh.. and.. when you come home, can we watch TV?”

“Of course my darling”

Overall pretty easy to be soothed by Bruno, especially since his demeanor is just calming and he never tries to have malicious intentions with you, so theres a lot of trust there.

Mista

I feel like he’d probably say some stupid shit during an argument that would push you to the edge of making you cry. I’m not tryna be angsty here but… that just makes sense to me. So I’ll twist my idea a bit (if yall are interested in a separate more angsty piece that regards mista and y/n arguing however ..)

You and Mista do bicker a lot, and its usually very jokingly in a way that you guys just like to fake argue and be silly. However, on moody days, things can get out of hand, and out of hand fast.

Mista didnt realize that you werent up to any sort of jokes like that today, so when he makes a comment on something you were insecure about today through a punchline, it does not tickle your funny bone. (had to slide in a white phrase)

Mista overall is quite sensitive in the sense that hes very aware of things that can hurt you. But man, the moment you gave him that death stare in response to his joke, he knows he fucked up… But, before he can open his mouth to speak, the waterworks begin. You did have a moody day, after all.

“H-hey…”, He approaches you closer, taken aback by a reaction he certainly did not expect. “I didn’t really mean it, okay?! I was just joking.”

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry for making you cry babe..”

Your voice softens as you whine his name, and his tone reflects yours, “Dont cry.. okay?”

You slightly nod, looking up at him. As your eyes meet, he suddenly pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, rocking your bodies together back and forth.

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bruabbastars · 1 year

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WIP !! ★

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fresh-toaster · 2 years

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💜 Bruabba my beloved 💜

#bruabba #bucciarati x abbacchio #bucciaratti #bucciaratti bruno #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #abbacchio leone #abbacchio #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba vento auero #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba golden wind #my art

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mila-uchiha · 2 years

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Hiii love your blog💗can I request Bruno with a s/o who once worked in a brothel and feels she’s too filthy for him?? NSFW can be added too:)

You're Beautiful ☾ Bucciarati x Fem!Reader

a/n: writing for my love bruno again<3 enjoy peeps

warnings: NSFW (minors DNI), swearing, praise kink, oral fem receiving, pet names, squirting, just a lotta sensual smut w ma boy

word count: 1.8k

Everything in the past two weeks had led up to this moment now.

Bruno had finally invited you to stay the night at his after you two met while he was on a mission for Passione. From then on, he showed interest in you and would invite you out on dates at expensive, world class restaurants, treating you in ways that made you fall for him despite the limited time you spent together and limited physical contact. He had only kissed you once and even that was enough. He was a gentleman, after all.

Bruno was perfect. Everything you had hoped for in a guy, but it was nerve wrecking, knowing that you held onto a secret that could change the way he viewed you.

Tonight was the first time you had visited his lavish penthouse, which soothed your nerves since you realized he wouldn't have invited you to sleep over if he didn't care, but as you stared at yourself in the mirror while in the elevator of his apartment building, you prepared for the worst.

"Amore, welcome." You were greeted by Bruno along with a soft kiss on your cheek, making you blush. As he showed you around and offered to take your bags, you felt your nerves rising.

Bruno, however, was very good at distracting you. He insisted that he cooked dinner and the next two hours consisted of you laughing at his clumsiness in the kitchen as well as the romantic candle lit dinner on his balcony looking over the city.

Everything felt perfect until you once again remembered that you had to tell him. You had to, but every time it was brought up, your mind immediately dismissed it.

After dinner and a few drinks later, Bruno escorted you to his bedroom, resting you down on his bed while he went to change and insisting that you did the same. So you did. You put on a sexy, lavender set of lingerie, expecting him to admire and not touch, however you didn't realize the kind of night he had in store for you.

"Wow," he blushed as he walked out of his bathroom wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. "So that's how tonight's gonna go, huh?" He chuckled.

You played dumb, putting on your best set of doe eyes while he walked over to you as you sat on the edge of his bed. His hand met your cheek, caressing it as you two held eye contact.

"I'm sorry, should I change?" You asked, wondering if you had maybe over done it on the outfit while your nerves began kicking in once more. Bruno leant down slowly, resting his lips on the lobe of your ear,

"Well, you can change if you want but either way, whatever you're wearing is coming off tonight," he grinned.

This made your heart rate sky rocket as your mind remembered that you had to tell him.

"Bruno I-"

He cut you off with a kiss. A slow, sensual kiss that left you wanting more. A kiss that made your worries go away. He picked you up from the foot of his bed and rested you down gently, leaving your head to sit perfectly on his satin pillows.

He climbed on top of you and in between your legs, leaving a space between your bodies, before kissing you again but this time, longer. This time consuming kiss made your thoughts run wild as the same issue was brought up again in your mind, causing you to push him away. He could tell something was wrong.

"Y/n, are you okay?" He pried. You struggled to look directly at him.

"Bruno.." You took a deep breath. "Bruno, I have to tell you something."

He looked at you with sincerity as he tried to ease your nerves,

"What is it amore?" He seemed confused. "Do you not want to do this? Are you a virgin? Trust me I've heard it all."

"Bruno, no I-" Another deep breath. "I don't think you're gonna like what I tell you." Tears began filling your eyes as his hand met your chin, lifting your head up.

"Hey, hey it's okay, talk to me"

"Bruno I-" He smiled at you, calming your nerves and making you feel safe. "I used.. to work.. in a brothel." A huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm sorry if you look at me differently. If you want me to leave I understand. Most guys wouldn't want someone as filthy as me," you frowned visibly.

Moments passed in silence as Bruno stared at you until finally breaking that silence,

"Y/n..." Here we go, the worst was about the come.

"You think I'd care about that?" Or maybe not. You were shocked by his response as you finally gained the courage to maintain eye contact with him while he continued,

"It doesn't matter what you did in the past. I'm here with you, right now, and that's all that matters." An even larger weight was lifted off your shoulders.

"But-" You struggled to form a sentence. "But why would you want to be with someone like me? I'm filth-" He cut you off again,

"Don't ever use that fucking word to describe yourself. You're beautiful." This time, it was you, rushing in to kiss him as you felt pure bliss. As you broke away from his soft lips you spoke once more,

"You're the only guy that has ever accepted that part of me."

"Well you've been with some idiots before, then." His eyes trailed down to your lavender lingerie. "C'mon baby, take this off." He tugged at the fabric. "Let me see your body so I can show you how beautiful you are."

And so you took it off, lifting off the dress to expose your bare breasts and a matching lace pantie while your hands immediately covered yourself because for some reason, you felt shy in front of him. You had been so used to being touched and used in the past, but being around Bruno was different. It granted you this new timidity that you never experienced before.

As he realized that you were trying to cover yourself up with your hands, he immediately grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands to the side of your head.

"No, y/n, I told you I was going to show you how beautiful you are. Why won't you let me?" He asked. You shrugged,

"I don't know, I just get nervous. I don't want you to think I'm all... used up and filth-"

"Amore, what did I say about using that word?" He demanded.

"I'm sorry Bruno.. Go ahead."

"Good girl." And with that, he began kissing at your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until his mouth met your right nipple, kissing gently while making eye contact.

"So-" He kissed your nipple. "Fucking-" Another kiss. "Beautiful-" A final kiss, before his tongue began circling around it, causing you to release a few moans which caught his attention.

"Ohhh baby, even your moans are beautiful," he added as he was now face to face with you again. "I'm gonna make you moan whole night so I can hear your pretty voice." His hand caressed your cheek as his lips met yours again kissing gently before pulling away,

"Amore, will you let me kiss you everywhere?" He asked in a demanding yet soft voice. You nodded which caused him to grin as he began placing more kisses on your collarbone and chest, but he didn't stop there. His kisses trailed lower and lower until his lips had reached your pantie.

"You're so cute, wearing such sexy underwear for me." He let his thumb rest directly onto your clit through the lace which caused you to let out a louder moan.

"Fuck, yes. Such pretty moans." He let his thumb trail gently around your clit through the fabric as he listened to your soft moans continue. It was ecstasy for him, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He slowly pulled down your pantie, leaving you completely naked on his bed as he was now face to face with your opening, watching it in awe.

"Fuck, even your cunt is beautiful."

Without warning, he began placing soft kisses on your clit, relishing in your taste and causing your moans to get louder and louder, from his kisses alone as your body jerked.

"Look at you squirming under my touch. Stay still for me amore, I'm trying to taste you properly." You nodded, obeying his wishes as his hands held your hips down. His kisses stopped and his tongue was now gently flicking your clit left to right, causing you to scream out his name,

"Fuck! Bru-no"

The pace of his tongue increased as he then inserted two fingers, hitting your spot perfectly as if his hands were made for you. He lifted up for a second as the thumb of his free hand was now flicking your clit,

"Yes baby, continue moaning. I'm only gonna let you cum if I can hear you moan loud okay?"

You nodded. At this point you'd do anything for him. His tongue met your clit once again as his pace increased, his fingers pumping in and out of you and you obeyed his wishes again, moaning his name constantly so he could hear.

He began getting sloppy, literally eating your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever put in his mouth and within seconds, you were nearing your orgasm. That familiar feeling was approaching and you were moaning more than you ever had,

"Fuck- Bruno... m gonna cum Bruno 'm gonna cum" and with that, you came undone in front of him, moaning heavily and deeply while you squirted all over him. And he let you. He let you squirt all over his sheets, all over his face, in his mouth, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As he helped you ride out your orgasm, kissing your clit softly at the end, he finally lifted up and took his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth and sucking them so he could taste you once again.

"Fuck, y/n, you taste amazing."

You chuckled, out of breath, and finally spoke after you tried to compose yourself,

"Fuck. I just squirted. I haven't done that in a while, Bruno."

He grinned, "Really? Well have you forgotten you're sleeping here?" He lifted himself up to meet you face to face as he allowed his bulging crotch to rest onto your bare pussy, rocking his hips gently.

"That isn't the last time you're squirting tonight," he spoke. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss and he began grinding his hips as his hands caressed your tits.

"Get ready amore, I'm gonna show you how beautiful you are tonight in many different ways."

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kirhu-the-rat-god · 1 year

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I love Bruno, angels and eyes, so…

#jojo #jjba fanart #jojo vento aureo #bucciaratti #bruno bucciarati #biblically accurate angel #art #procreate #bruno buccerati #angel aesthetic #angelcore #angel #eyes

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xxxsweetdreamzxxx · 2 years

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Stormy Night

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings/tags: fanfic, fluff, protective Bruno 🥹, night terrors

summary: a night terror leaves you subconsciously begging for comfort

word count: 1.7k

I'm back babyyyyyyy :D

Bruno walked down the hall, guided towards the bathroom door by the moonlight. Just a few minutes prior, he had awoken to a parched throat. It was too bothersome to ignore, so Bucciarati had slid out of his bed and began moving toward the nearest faucet to get a glass of water. But as he reached his hand out to turn the bathroom doorknob, he heard a low whimper to his left.

He froze, hand still outstretched, all senses now on high alert in case of danger. He turned around and stared back down the long hallway. Everyone’s doors were closed - they should be sleeping soundly. Then he heard it again, slightly louder. Now that he listened closer, it sounded like it was coming from behind the door right next to the bathroom's entrance. Yours.

You liked to keep your bedroom door cracked. It allowed air to circulate better through the room, keeping it a few degrees cooler while you slept. But the biggest reason you always left it about an inch or two open was so you could hear any commotion if something were to happen elsewhere in the Villa. You lived a dangerous life in the home of a mafioso, and you couldn’t help but be a bit paranoid. If someone were to enter the house, you wanted to know about it.

It was through this crack that Bruno heard the whimpers, causing him to begin inching towards your door. Noticing the gap, he slipped his fingers through it and slowly swung the door open, cringing as it creaked slightly. To his relief, all he saw was you in your bed, the moonlight shining down on you from your window. No one else was in there; nothing looked amiss.

But then you suddenly lurched violently in your sleep, curling up into a tiny ball and tangling yourself in your sheets.

“No…” You whined, eyebrows closely knitted together with worry.

Realization struck Bruno as you twisted in another direction. You were having a nightmare. The thought pained his heart. He cared for you more than he was willing to admit, having grown fond of you in the little less than a year that you’d known each other. He rushed to your bedside in a heartbeat.

“Hey, y/n.” He whispered, not wanting to startle you.

You continued to contort yourself into awkward positions, too far into a deep sleep to hear him. He didn’t want to invade your personal space, but he could only take a certain amount of seeing you this way. He reached out to grip your shoulder lightly, shaking you gently.

“Y/n, wake up!” His voice was panicked now.

You stirred slightly, turning over to face him. But your eyelids were still squeezed firmly shut.

You let out a small sigh. “Stay.” You murmured, sounding broken inside.

For a second, Bruno thought you were awake and talking to him. But you continued to thrash about, rolling closer to the other side of the bed as you outstretched your arm and laid it on your mattress with a soft thud.

Not knowing what else to do, Bruno took your outstretched hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m here, y/n. Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here.”

Your expression softened at his touch, and it seemed like you calmed down a bit. As he began to pull away, thinking your night terror had passed, you suddenly gripped his hand tighter.

“No, don’t leave me alone.” You said softly, mumbling something else inaudible.

He gulped at the way his heart fluttered. Were you awake now, asking him to stay? He couldn’t exactly do that respectfully - your bed was only a twin. He studied your face a moment longer, concluding that no, you were still sound asleep. Your nightmare seemed to have subsided, but you still held his hand tighter than ever.

Coming to a decision, he leaned down and carefully scooped you up from your bed, holding you in his arms. You squirmed slightly before resting your head on his chest. His heart pounding, he smiled lovingly down at you - in this state of serenity, you were adorable. He took you through your still-open door and halfway down the hall to his room. Entering, he walked you to one side of his queen bed and gently laid you down, pulling the blankets over you. He then moved to the other side, slipping under the sheets and leaving space between himself and you.

When he laid his head on his pillow, about to close his eyes, you muttered something that made him instantly look your way.

“Bruno…” You mumbled, eyes still firmly shut.

“Yes?” He replied before realizing you hadn’t awoken. His heart swelled - did that mean he was in your dream?

“Scared… don’t wanna lose you.” You murmured, only speaking in broken sentences now.

His heart finally at its limit, he shifted over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The tiny voice telling him he shouldn’t be doing this while you were unconscious was drowned out by his desire to comfort you. After brushing your messy hair away from your face, he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

You burrowed closer to him, burying your head in his chest again. Finally at ease, you no longer made any sound, and Bruno soon fell asleep.

.•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking at the bright rays of sunlight from his balcony window. You jolted in surprise when you saw Bruno sleeping soundly next to you. His arms were firmly wrapped around your stomach, and his chin-length black hair fell gracefully to frame his face. Realizing you were in his bed, your mind raced to recall the events of last night as you started to panic. You could have sworn you had fallen asleep in your own bed - at least you both still had your clothes on.

The last thing you remembered was saying goodnight to the gang before heading upstairs to your room, so how had this happened? You wanted to get answers from him, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. He looked angelic - you were stunned at how gorgeous he looked even at this hour. Truthfully you’d had a crush on Bruno Bucciarati since you’d met, but you were too shy to make it known - you thought he was way out of your league.

You still weren’t sure whether you should try and pull away or stay when he stirred. He stretched slightly before his ocean eyes fluttered open and met yours. His olive skin flushed redder as he realized he’d been holding you tight. He began to let go when you stopped him.

“No, wait.” You begged.

“I’m sorry-” He began.

“Don’t be. I am curious why I’m not in my own bed, though.”

He smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t leave you alone after you asked me not to; you had a bad dream.”

It was your turn to blush, the dream coming back to you. “What… did you hear?”

“Something about not wanting to be left alone. Amore, you’ll never have to worry about that while I’m around, I promise.”

You looked away, reddening at his words. “But what if you’re not?”

“Is that what you saw in your dream?” He inquired. His perceptiveness never ceased to amaze you.

You nodded, closing your eyes, attempting to stop them from tearing up. They flew back open as Bruno placed his hand against your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. Nothing else was said, but his gaze told you that no matter what, he’d stop at nothing to never be parted from you. You knew he couldn’t confirm that would never happen - your futures were too uncertain. But the look you shared told one another that you both cared, more than words could ever express. Somehow, you were grateful for the awful dream that had brought you closer together.

Before you could think straight, you found yourself closing the small gap left between you to meet in a slow, soft kiss. You kissed him passionately - a feeling returned just as strongly as he shifted you onto your back so he could lean over you. When you parted several moments later - his left hand flattened against your upper back - you were interrupted by the growling of your stomach. He laughed, releasing his grip on you.

“Let’s get some breakfast; it’s pretty late.” He suggested.

Embarrassed, you giggled with him. “Good idea.”

.•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•.

When you and Bruno walked down the stairs together in your pajamas, you found your companions already raiding the pantry and fridge. They turned at your approach, their expressions shifting to varying versions of surprise. Everyone knew you and Bruno liked each other - it was all too obvious to anyone viewing it from the outside. But they'd almost all eventually concluded that nothing would come of it after months of watching you orbit around each other, never colliding.

Mista had been holding a cereal box away from Narancia, who jumped after the taller gunman around the kitchen. When you entered, Mista came to a sudden halt - Narancia barely able to skid to a stop before running into him and glancing over curiously to see what had distracted Mista. The duo then gave each other a look as they broke out into huge grins, instantly assuming something had occurred that really hadn’t.

Leone sat alone at a round table to the side, his eyes shifting skyward to meet yours as you entered the kitchen with Bruno standing protectively behind you. The ex-cop scowled, but behind his streaming cup of tea, he hid a secret smirk. En route to the table, Giorno remained passive - save for one eyebrow raised as he side-eyed you quizzically. He let out a small huff as he sneakily handed a wad of cash to Leone once he sat down - it appeared the older man had won a bet. Trish smiled at the two of you in greeting by the coffee maker, oblivious to any implications.

Bruno sighed before placing a hand on your lower back to guide you into the kitchen, keeping you away from the gang members who had a million questions and teases. It was going to be a long day.

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bossnori · 2 years

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#doodle #jojo #jjba part 5 #bruno buccerati #bucciaratti

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Acceptance

Summary: Bruno comes home injured and you can't help but feel bad for him. Did you finally accept him? Or was it just because he was injured.

word count: 1.4k

tw: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of starving, mentions of blood, Bruno is injured

hahahaha i really have nothing better to do than write silly little stories. hope you like this one too!

(🔝 how bruno looks at darling <3)

You were reading a new book from your vast library, each page captivating you even more than the other. You found out that reading was your new hobby ever since you got here. Well, that was basically everything you did, except cooking, cleaning, or trying on different gifts your boyfriend brought you.

Ah yes, your 'boyfriend', Bruno Bucciarati. Or so, that's what he claimed himself to be. You gave up fighting him a long time ago, knowing it was useless: The man was crazy over you and all that fighting him brought you were punishments. He either zipped your mouth shut or starved you. He wasn't that bad anyway. It was just weird to have somebody call you pet names and act like a lover to you when you felt nothing for him. Not even hatred, well not anymore at least. You accommodated his behavior, knowing what satisfies him and what makes him angry.

As you were reading, the sound of the front door being slammed shut could be heard in the whole house, followed by a groan. At first, you thought that Bruno was just tired from his mission so you didn't pay it any mind. But, after you didn't hear anything, not even his footsteps to signal that he was coming upstairs, you frowned and closed your book. You didn't know why, but the fact that you heard nothing from him, not even his usual kind words and questions about your day, worried you sick, so you decided to get up and investigate.

"Bruno? Are you there?" You shouted while going to the entrance. You had an uneasy feeling about this situation, so you grabbed the closest thing to you: a vase. You heard another groan, which made your frown deepen. You went down the stairs to check who was making those sounds and what you saw made your body stiffen. Bruno was sitting there, covered in blood and holding his arm around his stomach. A gasp escaped between your lips at that sight, the vase you were holding previously hitting the ground.

"Y-you weren't supposed t-to see me like.. this," Bruno said, trying to regain his stability against the wall. You were still in shock, slowly approaching him.

"A-Are you okay?! Who did this to you? What happened?" You fell on your knees beside him, placing your hand on his face. You couldn't help but worry about him when you saw him like this.

"I'm fine, tesora/o, don't worry about me." He muttered, forcing a smile. He was breathing heavily, closing his eyes shut. "Really, it pains me more to see you this worried. I'll be better in no time."

"Please, Bruno, tell me what happened? Or tell me how can I help?" You said while chewing on your lip. "Can you go up the stairs?"

"I don't think so. Bring me some bandages and rubbing alcohol. I can handle myself alone, really, you don't have to worry." Bruno told you, but you didn't listen. You couldn't let him like this, even with all that he did to you. It was inhuman. So, without further due, you got up and sprinted up the stairs, going to get the first-aid kit. You also got a pillow, knowing the wall was cold, thinking it might make the pain a little better. Arriving there, you sat next to him again and opened the first-aid kit.

"What's the pillow for?" He asked, raising a brow.

"For you, I know that it's a little colder here so I thought the pillow might make you a little more comfortable, and maybe ease the pain. Can you move a little, so I can place it?" Without any comment, he did as told, moaning in pain. He was really confused, why did you care? Weren't you supposed to hate him? But he wasn't complaining, he was getting your long-desired attention. "Let me see.." You muttered, your soft hand slowly taking off his once white suit, gasping at the sight of his upper body. He was covered in wounds. The one on his abdomen was still bleeding, and you were wondering how he was still conscious. It also looked the worse out of them. You looked around for a clean cloth, but there was nothing around. Without thinking too much about it, you took off your shirt and pressed it on his wound. "I know it hurts, but I need to stop the bleeding." You said when a pained groan escaped his lips. "Can you hold this for me? I have to disinfect the other wounds." He nodded, your hands touching when he pressed back on your shirt.

Sighing, you got to work, putting some rubbing alcohol on a piece of cotton. Something inside you melted when you kept hearing him groan in pain, your eyes watering. Why didn't you like seeing him like this? Why were you suffering from his pain? You couldn't understand. It didn't make sense...But, let's be serious, when did life ever make sense? You let out a soft giggle at your thought, making him raise a brow. "Oh, it's nothing, I just thought about something." You said while bandaging his arm.

You were almost done, wiping the dried blood away from his body, trying to avoid his face at all cost. You didn't think you could stay so close to him. Even in that state, he still intimidated you. You sighed relieved when you raised your shirt and saw that his bleeding stopped. Cleaning this wound more carefully, you raised your head to make sure he wasn't in too much pain. You wished you didn't, because his love-filled expression gave you...butterflies?! You felt a blush creeping up on your face, fastly going back to cleaning his wound. You wrapped the bandage around it six times, to make sure it had enough pressure. Biting your lip anxiously, you took a clean piece of cotton and started cleaning the last wounds on his face, avoiding eye contact. If you saw that look in his eyes again, who knows what will happen to you?

"You look so pretty when you are this concentrated, amore," Bruno said, one of his hands hovering over yours. Again, you blushed at him, taking a sharp breath in.

"T-Thanks. I, Uhm...I think I'm done." You said with a small smile on your face while placing the last bandage on his cheek. You got up first and helped him to his feet. "Easy, I got you." You said, putting one of his hands over your shoulders, your left holding it and your right being wrapped around his torso. "Lay your weight on me, we aren't far from the bedroom. We just need to go up the stairs, alright?" You didn't know why you reassured him so much, shit, it was his house!

Hardly, but safely, you and Bruno made it to your room. His was a little farther away, but he seemed exhausted, so you decided to switch rooms for the night. You lay him down, placing pillows around him, so he could sit comfortably. "I'm going to make some soup, call me if you need anything." You said while you got his black locks out of his eyes.

"I'm not hungry," Bruno said directly, catching your wrist. "The only thing I need is you. Stay by my side, please." You never heard him say anything in this tone. It wasn't that he was mean with you, quite the contrary, but he never asked you to do something. He just ordered you to.

"F-Fine" You bit your lip again, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside him. He pulled you closer to him, making you fall on his chest. You heard him groan and wanted to get up, but his arm around your back didn't let you. "B-Bruno, doesn't it hurt?" You mentally slapped yourself for stuttering his name. Since when did you stutter around him?

"It does, but I feel better when you are around me. It's like you take my pain away when I feel you close." At his words, a hard blush came across your face and you hid your face in the crook of his neck while he let out a chuckle, playing with your hair. You never felt so calm and comfortable around him. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you imagined him to be. Soon enough, you felt a wave of sleepiness taking over you and you let yourself fall asleep on his chest.

Bruno had no idea what was happening, but he was glad you finally accepted him, even only for the moment. Maybe today's mission wasn't as worse as it seemed.

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