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Anonymous asked: Hello! Can I get a platonic/ brotherly Bucci gang comforting a member who’s just gone through a breakup with a longtime partner? (May or may not be in this situation and needing some cuddles 🥺) thank you in advance and I hope everything’s good for you!

Yes of course!! I hope you’re feeling better and I hope you enjoy these! My messages are always open if you want to talk too!

Giorno

- Giorno's a soft-spoken guy; in your time with Bucciarati's gang, he's probably the one you know the least about. Still, he's extremely friendly, and the two of you get along really well.

- When you show up to your mission with Giorno with your head dipped and a far-away look in your eyes, he can instantly tell something's wrong. "Are you alright?" he asks you, eyebrows knitted in worry. You just wave a hand and shrug, telling him not to worry and to focus on the mission at hand. Hesitantly, Giorno agrees, though he's not done thinking about this.

- The job goes on without a hitch, and you and Giorno hurry away to the getaway car. As you both hop in and buckle your seatbelts, Giorno looks at you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection for a moment and then you shift them away, frowning.

- "Is there something you want to talk about?" he asks gently. "You can feel free to tell me anything."

- You suck in a deep breath, wincing as your breath shuddered. "...Are you sure? I don't want to bother you," you murmur.

- Giorno reaches out and takes your hand; you're both a little startled by his forwardness. "Of course. It's not a bother."

- You smile a little, but your face doesn't read as very happy. You lean back, your hand still resting loosely in Giorno's. "Okay. Well, I... I ended a long relationship recently. And I don't - I really don't know how to describe how I'm feeling. I just..." Your voice trails off, and Giorno watches as tears up in your eyes. You lower your head and Giorno can see your shoulders shaking.

- Moved by the instant need to make you feel better, he takes your other hand as well. You blink, tears running down your face, and you watch as Giorno rubs his thumbs in circles over your palms. He leans in a little closer to you and smiles faintly. "You're an amazing person, (Y/N). I'll be with you every step of the way through this, alright? I know you can do it."

- You muster up a smile, genuinely touched by Giorno's tenderness. "Thank you. Really." You look away, sniffling. "I'll try."

- Giorno lifts a hand and brushes a tear from your cheek, surprising you. When he brings his hand back to yours, though, he holds a small, pink rose petal. "What you're feeling right now is going to help you grow," he says softly, gingerly placing the petal in your palm. "You're going to come out stronger. And I'll be there to help when you need it."

- You're overcome with emotion; you lean forward and hug Giorno tightly. He's a little startled by this, but he's happy all the same, and he hugs you back. "Thank you," you whisper in his ear. "I'm sorry for springing all this on you right now... We should probably head back."

- "Don't worry," he replies. "You can talk to me about whatever you want." He leans back and starts the car, and as you drive away, he turns to you and smiles widely. You find yourself smiling back.

Bruno

- It's early in the morning when you get a phone call on your cell phone, which is sitting on the other side of your room. Yawning loudly, you roll out of bed and pick it up. Before flipping it open, you briefly glance at the mirror hanging from your wall; you look dead tired. It's no surprise, really... You haven't been sleeping much.

- "...Hello?" Your voice is groggy and you blearily rub your eyes.

- "(Y/N). How are you?"

- Your eyes widen, and subconsciously you fix your posture. It's your boss Bruno, who never calls unless he has important business. "Uh... Hi. I'm alright." The lie rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

- "That's good." Bruno pauses. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I'd like to go to dinner with you tonight. I can pick you up at seven if that's alright with you."

- "Sure, that would be nice." He pleasantly says goodbye and hangs up, and you set down the phone in mild confusion. That had been the last thing you were expecting. Bruno is your boss, and he's a close friend, too - but he's never asked you out to an excursion like this. You wonder for a moment if it's because he's noticed how out of it you are lately. It's certainly a possibility. You just shrug and get ready for the day, keeping Bruno's invitation in the back of your mind.

- After a day of errands, the time comes, and Bruno arrives at your place in a sleek, classy sports car. He steps out of the driver's seat and circles around the vehicle, opening the passenger door and offering his hand. You smile, a little miffed by his silence so far, and take his hand. After you're both seated, he drives off.

- You wind up at a restaurant that you've never been to before. You'd wanted to try it, but it had always been astronomically fancy and you figured you'd never find the right occasion to go. It seems Bruno is the one who found the perfect time, as he leads you to your table and pulls out your chair.

- Bruno orders a bottle of wine for the both of you, and finally, he turns your way and speaks. "I hope you're not too confused by my sudden invitation," he says, the smile on his face audible in his words.

- "Not at all!" you reply, smiling as well. "Well, maybe a little confused... But certainly not upset. This is wonderful."

- "That's good." Bruno's smile drops a bit, and you watch him closely. "I wanted to see you tonight because I've been a little worried. You haven't been yourself lately, and I just wanted to check up on you. (Y/N), are you alright?"

- You feel your throat tighten before he's even done talking. "I - I, ah..." You can't force yourself to lie. You dip your head a bit, speaking a little sheepishly. "No. Not really."

- Bruno starts to reach across the table but his hand freezes halfway; he's not sure whether he should take your hand. "Well, if you want to talk..." He decides now, and his fingers gently wrap around your palm. "I'm here."

- You suck in a breath, raising your head. "I've just been going through... Well, going through a breakup." Bruno's eyes soften in concern, and you nod slightly. "So it's been hard."

- Your wine arrives suddenly, nearly making you jump. Bruno lets go of your hand to pour you a glass. "I see." He places the glass in front of you and you drink some, thankful to be given a break from talking. Bruno doesn't drink, though, and you frown. "You're important to me, (Y/N). We've known each other for a while and all I want is for you to be happy." You had been the first person to join his team, so you're pretty close.

- You smile, taking a quick sip of wine. "Thank you, Bruno."

- Dinner goes well, and your food is delicious. After the meal, you and Bruno get up and head back to his car. He opens your door and you thank him as you sit down.

- "How was your food?" he asks you as he slides into the driver's seat and starts the car.

- "It was great. Thank you again, this was a really wonderful surprise."

- Bruno smiles gently at you and you've never felt more comfortable. "Of course, (Y/N). I'd love to do this again, any time you like. Alright?"

- You reach out and place your hand over his, and he blinks, looking at you with mild surprise. You just grin and reply, "Alright."

Mista

- As you walk into Libeccio on a bright Sunday morning, you're greeted by only Bruno and Mista. "Hey, guys," you say as you pull out your chair and take a seat. "Where's everyone else?"

- Bruno glances up from the papers that are sitting in front of him to look at you. "Oh, this is just a minor problem that we need to clean up. I figure the three of us will be more than enough to take care of it."

- You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. "Alright." You look over at Mista, who's busy eating garlic bread without a care in the world. "Hey, Mista," you say, and he stops eating to look at you. You grin. "Bet you're glad we don't have anyone else here with us, huh?"

- Instantly Mista nods obnoxiously, and you nearly laugh out loud. "Four people... It's just not for me." You sigh, the remnants of a smile on your face.

- You head out after a quick cup of coffee, and in minutes you've reached your destination. You all pile out of the car, looking around warily at the old, half-collapsed building you've arrived at. "There's nothing to worry about," Bruno says to the two of you. "I just have to go get a document that was left inside by our associate. I need you two to stand guard outside."

- "You got it, Boss," Mista says with a firm salute. You laugh a little at the gesture. Bruno leaves, and that leaves you with the group's resident gunslinger.

- You both summon your stands, and you stand together outside of the building. You're both silent for a while, until the Sex Pistols start whining about being bored. "Shut up!" Mista groans, swatting at them. "We'll be out of here in no time." You really don't have the energy to reassure the little guys, even though you usually do like talking to them.

- Mista seems to notice this, and he glances over at you. "...Hey, (Y/N), are you okay? You seem out of it."

- You shrug. "Uh... It's nothing."

- This tips Mista off to the fact that it absolutely is something. "Really, what's up? You know you can tell me anything. My lips are sealed." He mimes zipping his mouth shut, and you roll your eyes.

- "...Fine." You cross your arms over your chest, sighing. "I... I just broke up with my partner. A few days ago."

- For some reason, you're expecting another wisecrack, but that's not what you get - Mista walks over to you and puts his hand gently on your arm. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly. "It must suck."

- You nearly laugh at his choice of words. "Yeah. It does suck."

- He looks at you for a moment, and then in a quick, casual motion, he wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You blink, completely surprised by this. After a few comfortable moments, he pulls away, then suddenly his eyes go wide. "Shit, I hope that wasn't weird, I - I didn't even think about it and - "

- "No, don't worry," you say, cutting him off. "It was nice of you." You give him a small smile.

- "Oh. Well that's good." You both fall silent again, staring out at the alley before you and looking for any potential enemies. After a few minutes, Mista speaks. "I'm buying you ice cream after this."

- You look over at him, eyebrows raised. "Did you just say you're gonna get me ice cream? What are you, seven?"

- "Shut up!" Mista whines, and you laugh loudly. "Ice cream is good as hell. It'll do wonders for your spirit."

- "Well, I can't argue with that." Your wide grin settles into a little smile, and the two of you stand closely together until Bruno finally arrives.

- You all hop into the car, Bruno at the wheel and the two of you in the back seat. "What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" Mista asks, grinning widely. "Wait - lemme guess. Are you a classic vanilla type?"

- "Uh..." You honestly don't have a favorite, so you decide to humor him. "Sure. Yeah."

- "Hell yeah!" He reaches out and gives you an unprompted high-five, surprising you. "I knew it. I'm a genius." A few moments later, Mista's expression softens. "Hey, listen. I'm really sorry you're going through this. I know it's tough, so... I'll be there for you. Don't hesitate to come to me about anything."

- You'd never expected to see this kind of seriousness from Mista before. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." And with that, you lean back in your seat, feeling good about the future for the first time in a while.

Narancia

- You hadn't planned on talking about your recent breakup with any of the members of your group, but when Narancia invited you to the local arcade one day, you knew he could tell something was up.

- You meet up with him outside of the glowing building. He stands in front of the doors with an impossibly wide grin and...a bouquet of flowers? "Hey, what the hell is this for?" you say, laughing as you take them. "Seriously."

- "I guess I just wanted to surprise ya! It worked, I guess." He's right; you were surprised. You run the flowers over to your car and gently place them in the back seat, then return to Narancia.

- "So what's the plan?" you ask as you both enter the arcade. The sounds of the seemingly endless games is almost shockingly loud.

- It doesn't seem to phase Narancia in the slightest, though. "Come on! We're playing that dancing game. What's it called...?" He ponders that for less than a second before grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the large game in the back of the room.

- Almost instantly, he's shoved some tokens into the machine and you're all set to dance. "Choose, the song, (Y/N), I know you'll pick a good one!" You can't seem to stop smiling at the utter enthusiasm Narancia's showing, and you pick a relatively easy song.

- You stumble a few times, but after a moment you get the hang of the game. Narancia isn't doing very well - he doesn't seem to feel the rhythm very well - but his energy is more than making up for it. Once the song is over, you see that you've beaten him.

- "I never could've expected that, dude," you say, laughing under your breath. "I mean, don't you choreograph dances and make Mista and Fugo learn them with you?"

- "Yep!" Narancia shrugs. "Guess I was off today. But you beat me!" You wonder if he let you win, but who cares. You appreciate the gesture if that's the case.

- The two of you spend the rest of the day playing every game in the place. Once you're done, you end up with a sizeable pile of tickets, and you decide to spend them on two huge stuffed animals - one for you and one for Narancia, to commemorate this nice day.

- "I really had a good time today!" you say to Narancia as you walk to his car. "Thanks for inviting me, I had a lot of fun."

- "Sure!" Narancia's voice drops a bit, and you raise your eyebrows. "And I hope you feel better soon. I know you haven't been feeling your best, but I know you'll get through it. You're tough as hell, (Y/N), that's why you're on the team!"

- You're really touched by Narancia's words. He doesn't even know what happened, and still his words of comfort are perfect. "Thanks. Hey, I'll see you later, alright?"

- "Yeah." He picks up his stuffed animal and has it wave goodbye, and you snort. He's a pure ball of sunshine, and that's just what you needed.

Abbacchio

- Of all the member's of Bucciarati's squad, Abbacchio is probably the hardest one to talk to. You don't think you've ever held a full conversation with him on your own, and even if you tried, you have a feeling he'd just laugh in your face and walk away. All in all, you're pretty intimidated by him.

- So of course, as fate would have it, the two of you are assigned to take care of some business one late night. You grab a taxi and then walk a ways until you reach your destination.

- Abbacchio is there waiting for you, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You made it," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, and you wince. This is really the last thing you need right now.

- It's a fairly serious mission before you two: you have to kill non-stand user employees of the boss who have stolen a fairly large sum of money from a neighboring capo. Thankfully, you succeed, though you do make a couple minor mistakes that do nothing for Abbacchio's mood.

- Abbacchio hails a taxi and slides the driver some of the money you've just recovered. "If anyone asks, you never saw us. Alright?" The driver merely nods and gestures for you to get in.

- It's a silent, somber ride. You're too anxious to look at Abbacchio. You're a little embarrassed by the rookie mistakes you made tonight, which you've never done before - but you're going through something pretty big right now and that's probably the reason for them. It's only been a little while since you ended your relationship, and it's been pretty hard coping with it. This situation certainly isn't making it any easier to feel better.

- You get back to Abbacchio's place quickly. You start to wave goodbye as he opens the door and stands up, but he shocks you by grabbing your arm and pulling you out with him. "Come with me," he says lowly. "I just wanna talk for a bit."

- You're terrified. He's almost definitely going to chew you out over your mess-ups tonight. You really can't do anything but nod, and with that he turns around and leads up up to his apartment.

- It's...a lot cozier than you'd expected. There's a lot of artwork up on the walls, and a record player sits on the far side of the room. You wonder what he's been listening to. "Would you like a drink?" he asks, taking out a bottle of red wine.

- "Ah, no thanks." That's oddly hospitable of him, considering he's monumentally pissed off at you right now.

- You watch him put the bottle away and take out a can of coffee grounds. "Coffee, then? I know it's late, but you're probably cold."

- He's right; coffee actually sounds good right now. "Sure, if it's not any trouble."

- He doesn't say anything to that, just gets to making it. Shit - is it trouble? You stand and watch him from the doorway in an anxious silence until finally he's done, and he gestures for you to join him on the couch.

- You sit down and he hands you your coffee. "Cream and sugar?" he asks, and you nod your head.

- "Yeah - both." He quickly grabs your coffee back from you and walks back to the kitchen, then returns with two mugs and sits down next to you. He hands you your drink and you take a sip, careful not to burn yourself. It's perfect for such a chilly night.

- "So." You look up at Abbacchio, whose expression can only be described as...severe. He drinks some coffee then sets down his mug, locking eyes with you. This is about to be horrible. "What's wrong?"

- "Huh?" Did you say that out loud? Did he say that out loud? You blink, trying to parse his question.

- "I can tell you're not feeling well. You never would've made the mistakes you did if you weren't distracted. So what's on your mind?" He pauses, and then adds, "If you're comfortable talking about it."

- "...Oh." You're completely shocked by this twist. Abbacchio's expression doesn't read as severity, it's concern. He knows something's wrong. "Well, yeah. I'm fine with talking about it." Are you? You steel yourself and continue. "I, ah... I just ended a relationship recently. That's all."

- Abbacchio frowns. "I'm sorry." He's silent for a bit, and you're stuck in an awkward little moment with him while he thinks of what to say. "I've been through it too, and I know how hard it is. You can talk to me about it, if you want. Maybe not right now, though - it's pretty late." He's right; it's long past midnight.

- "Alright. Thanks, Abbacchio. I really appreciate it." You quickly finish your coffe and gently set down the mug as you stand. "I should get back home. Thank you again. I would like to talk to you later, if it's okay."

- "Of course." He smiles - you're pretty sure that's the first time you've witnessed him do anything other than scowl. "I don't have good advice, but I'm more than willing to listen."

- You smile back. "Then yeah. I'll take you up on that." You open the door softly. "See you later, Abbacchio. Thanks for the coffee."

Fugo

- Sometimes, Bruno likes to call all of his team members to Libeccio just to share a meal. Today is one of those occasions, and you walk into the back room at the restaurant to find Fugo and Bruno engaged in what seems to be a highly intellectual conversation.

- "Yes, well, there's so many clauses that could apply to - oh, (Y/N)!" Fugo looks over at you and smiles. "Nice to see you."

- "You too." You take a seat next to him and grab the glass of water that's in front of you; there seems to be one for everyone. "Where is everyone? Am I early or something?"

- Fugo sighs. "No, everyone else is just late." You laugh a little under your breath at how seriously disappointed Fugo seems in his teammates; he's always been a bit of a perfectionist. "But whatever. How have you been?"

- Not great, to be honest. "Alright," you answer, quickly sipping your water. "My life's been pretty uneventful. You?"

- Fugo doesn't seem fully convinced by that answer, but he doesn't say anything about it. "The same. Nothing really happening. Bruno, though, is apparently horribly busy."

- Bruno laughs and shakes his head. "That's an overstatement and you know it. I've just been taking care of some paperwork."

- Slowly but surely, the rest of the gang arrives, and you all share a great lunch. Afterwards, you move to leave, but Fugo grabs your arm before you can walk out the door.

- "Hm? What's up?" You turn to him, eyebrows raised.

- "Are you doing anything right now?" he asks rather forwardly. He's not a very timid guy. "If you're not, I was wondering if you'd like to take a little walk, in that park down the street a ways."

- "A... A walk?" It's kind of a weird request, but you're honestly not doing anything. "Yeah, sure." Fugo smiles and leads you out the door towards the nice park.

- Luckily, it's a really nice day out today. It isn't too cool or too warm, and you're dressed perfectly for the occasion. After a short walk, the two of you reach the park. "I haven't been here in a long time," you comment. "Not since before I started working with Passione."

- "Really?" Fugo looks at you in mild disbelief. "That's funny. I come here once every couple weeks. It's nice for calming my nerves, especially after I have to hang around with those stupid assholes." Narancia and Mista had been being particularly dumb today, and Fugo got pretty upset over it. It's just how he is, and you're glad he has something that can brighten his spirits.

- "Do you want to talk?" You blink, looking over at Fugo. He isn't looking at you; instead, he's staring out ahead of him as he walks steadily forward. "I know there's something on your mind. Feel free to talk to me."

- "Oh. So you can read me that well, huh?" you ask, laughing a little. Fugo just nods. "Well... I guess. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

- "Oh."

- He's not prying at all, and you can tell he'd be alright if you just left it at that, but for some reason you're compelled to continue. "I broke up with my partner. Not too long ago. It's been tough, trying to adjust and everything." You blurt everything out at once, and you're amazed by how good it feels; he's the first person you've told about this.

- "Shit, that's horrible." Fugo seems to realize that you're right next to a bench, so he pauses and sits down. You follow suit. "...I'm really sorry."

- You've never gotten the impression that Fugo's particularly good at talking about feelings, so it really means a lot to you that he's willing to try for this. "Don't apologize," you murmur. "It's not your fault."

- "I know, I just... Going through that must be really difficult." Very hesitantly, Fugo moves to take your hand, and you smile when you feel him do it. "You can tell me if you ever need anything. You're important to our team, (Y/N), and it won't do to have you upset." Realizing that that sounds a little impersonal, he pauses before speaking again. "That is, I want you to be happy."

- Fugo squeezes your hand and you smile a little wider. "Thanks. I will." Fugo's never been so genuine with you, and you're more than grateful. You know you've found the most wonderful group of people, who can help you get through just about anything.

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