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First Kiss with the Joestars

Jonathan Joestar, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, Josuke Higashikata, Giorno Giovanna, Jolyne Cujoh, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Jodio Joestar x Neu! Reader

word count: 5.4k , it's long if you read all of their parts >_<

tags: very sweet; cavity inducing fluff, jodio is a little mean, reader stand isnt specify or implied, reader is gender neutral!

Jonathan Joestar

Your suspicion grew when he had invited you for a picnic out to the vineyard. He had made it obvious that he liked being around you, even at the times when he would be practicing for his Rugby tournaments, he would always encourage you to be there to cheer him up.

He would have everything all planned out, he had his maids prepare the basket for him and even went ahead to pack some of his favorite lunch items; resisting the urge to just eat them right then and there before he could meet up with you.

Upon meeting, he gracefully held the basket with one hand, offering his other arm for you to grasp. He greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand, a faint blush gracing his cheeks, eliciting a chuckle of amusement from you.

"My, my, Jojo.. Have you contrived this all on my behalf?" You stood there, curiosity in your eyes and a small smile, as you watched your boyfriend carefully spread a beautifully sewed quilt over the uneven patches of grass. It was clear that this moment, simple as it might seem, was shaped with intention and care, setting the stage for the intimate afternoon you were about to share together. "Could it be that there is a significant event which has escaped my memory?”

"No, nothing of that sort." Jonathan replied, his smile casting a warmth over you that felt as comforting as sunlight caressing your skin.The sheer sight of him made your tummy flutter with butterflies; his handsomeness was evident, and his disposition was the pinnacle of gentleness. He was the nicest and most sincere boy you'd ever met. "What a delightful day out, wouldn’t you agree? The weather is simply ideal for a luncheon outing with my beloved.”

"Well yes," You hummed, now it was your turn to be embarrassed as you fidgeted with your hands for a moment and watched him take apart the lunch. "I cannot shake the suspicion that you are plotting something. Quite the mischievous schemer, are you not?”

"What? Me? That’s absurd! Do you truly believe me of being capable of such baseness?" Your boyfriend teased, mimicking a frown which prompted you to gently push on his shoulder as you shared a laugh. It was times like this where you could genuinely admire him. You noted the sharp outlines of his chiseled face, and how his kind blue eyes, reminiscent of the deepest sapphires, seemed to sparkle even more under the natural light. And oh, that smile...

You gradually moved closer to him, inch by inch, until there was almost no room between you. He twisted his head, appearing surprised by the sudden closeness, yet there was no sign of disinterest in his reaction. Silence encompassed you both, the world around you dissolving into a distant hum.

Within seconds, you closed your eyes and closed the final gap, your lips meeting his in a sweet, short kiss. It was a brief encounter, lasting only a few seconds before you pulled back, but in his gaze, you could swear you saw stars twinkling back at you. He glanced at you, completely taken aback, his mouth slightly parted as if about to speak, capturing a moment of wonder.

"Wow..." He reacted. "That was certainly not within the scope of my intentions, but I must admit.. It was rather pleasant."

Joseph Joestar

It was mostly his initiation, he likes to joke around with you a little too much but that was just part of his personality that you like so much. Not to mention that he can be pretty unpredictable, making him blunt in ways that just makes you like him even more.

"What do you want now, Joestar?" You asked, crossing your arms at the sight of your tall boyfriend creeping up on you with a stupid smile that could only mean that he was up to no good.

"Ouch! Can't a guy stroll up to his darling and turn on the charm?" He asked, seeming to have pretended to his offensiveness with a hand on his chest as he bats his eyelashes at you. “Anyways, got any plans later?”

“Oh, what’s it to you? Gonna take me out for dinner? Miss Lisa Lisa isn’t going to like the fact that you’re slacking off on your training.” You reiterated back with a little smirk and a hand on your hip. "She doesn't need to know! I can handle almost anything, baby! Just give me a shot, or else you might get kissed." He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, leaning in a bit closer, and you couldn’t help but conceal the smile that was growing on your face. With a playful push, you gently nudged him back, enjoying the flirtatious banter between you. “Is that a threat?” You raised a brow. “Or are you asking something out of me?” “Perhaps.” He answered back and for a second, silence enveloped both of you, heightening the tension in the air. It didn't help matters that he was so close, his scent filling your senses. Glancing around briefly, you released a small sigh, shaking your head in a playful manner. With a tender gesture, you reached out and cupped his cheek, the intimate moment shared between you intensifying.

“You’re impossible.” Your voice was a faint whisper, closing the distance between you as you moved in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. The kiss, delicate and sweet, lasted far longer than you had anticipated, but you found yourself loving every moment of it. As you got closer, the temptation to melt into his embrace overcame you, and you could feel his eagerness through the curious movements of his hands, which became bolder by the minute.

However, just as you were about to voice your feelings, the distinct call of Caesar’s voice pierced the intimate bubble you had created, forcing you to regretfully break the kiss. Turning your gaze back to Joseph, you were met with his trademark snarky smile, a look that teetered on the edge of being both endearing and infuriating. He wore his joy openly, quietly bragging to himself about having gained something as simple as a kiss to you. It was a moment that triggered a playful irritation in you, making you want to slap his smug grin away.

As the moment between you faded, you watched him depart with a playful wink cast over his shoulder in your direction before returning back to Caesar. Even as he walked away, his cheeky demeanor left a lingering warm feeling in your heart, a silent promise of more moments like these to treasure.

Jotaro Kujo

On the contrary, it was an accidental kiss and wasn't something that neither of you had planned. It was in front of everyone as well, especially in front of his grandfather, which only heightened the embarrassment of the situation.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, with suspicions that an enemy Stand user, possibly one of Dio's underlings, was involved. This required everyone to be attentive, continuously on the lookout for signs of an attack or sabotage, no matter how bizarre the situation may be at hand. Despite the tension, the moment had allowed for a brief lapse into normalcy as Joseph generously offered to cover the cost of lunch for everyone. You conveyed your gratitude gracefully, humming blissfully to yourself as you devoured the pasta you'd chosen, enjoying the flavors

However, your delight was cut short when you felt an unusual sensation in your throat. It swelled quickly, making it difficult to breathe and speak. Panic came in when you realized you were choking, and the situation quickly escalated from uncomfortable to life-threatening. It was Iggy who had caught on to this, the small dog emerging from beneath the table and began barking loudly at you.

The abrupt escalation of events threw the group into a state of alarm. As you began to drool excessively, struggling for air, a small, rabid-like bug emerged from your mouth, adding a surreal horror to the scene. Your attempt to cry out was muffled, choked by the intrusion. Polnareff and Joseph let out a collective scream, their voices blending in shock and terror. Despite the panic that was clouding your eyesight, you could see Avdol and Kakyoin rush into action, summoning their Stands with an eagerness.

In the midst of the chaos and fear, you suddenly felt a strong, reassuring grip on your shoulder, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with Jotaro. His presence was imposing, the brim of his hat casting a shadow that obscured the upper half of his face, rendering his eyes invisible in the moment. Before you could process the situation fully, Jotaro's lips pressed firmly against yours. Shock and a surge of adrenaline caused your eyes to fly open wide, your hands instinctively curling into fists against his muscular chest. As he pulled back, the realization hit you: Jotaro had taken the stand from your mouth, now holding it between his lips. With a look of disgust, he spat it out to the side. In an instant, Star Platinum was summoned, its fist blurring into motion as it delivered a powerful punch that sent the stand hurtling into oblivion.

Everyone was taken aback by Jotaro's action. It was a bold move that had you gasping for air. Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you processed the sensation; his lips had been surprisingly soft, and the kiss had carried a level of passion that left you questioning its intent.

The lingering sensation of his lips on yours created an array of emotions swirling within you, mixing gratitude with confusion and a hint of curiosity. The lingering sensation of his lips on yours sparked a range of emotions within you.

You cleared your throat, the unexpectedness of the circumstance made you feel instantly self-conscious, forcing you to put your plate aside as your hunger faded in the aftermath of the experience. “Thanks…” You said hoarsely.

“Yare Yare…”

Josuke Higashikata

You and Josuke attended the same school, and it had become a regular occurrence for him to offer to walk you home. At first, you didn't think much of it, considering it a friendly gesture. However, things took a different turn when your school friends started teasing you, hinting that Josuke might have a crush on you.

Today was like any other day, with Josuke offering to walk you home once again. However, a nagging feeling of guilt crept over you as you realized how many times he had gone out of his way for you without expecting anything in return. Despite your gratitude for his kindness, you couldn't help but feel like you owed him something more substantial.

As the two of you approached your house's doorstep, you fidgeted with your hands, an anxious yet grateful smile forming across your face as you turned to face the boy. "Is this like, the millionth time you've walked me to my door?" you teased gently, resting against the doorframe and looking down at your feet. "You're really sweet," you said, genuine admiration coloring your words as you met his gaze again. His presence was familiar and comforting, making every trip to your door a special part of your day.

Josuke rubbed the back of his head, a bashful smile playing on his lips as he blushed slightly at your words. "Hey, I was raised to be a gentleman, y'know," he replied with a hint of self-consciousness, his genuine sincerity shining through. "And, uh, I think you're pretty cool to hang out with." he added, trying to play it off casually but unable to hide the warmth in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Yeah? I think you're pretty cool too," you replied, crossing your arms and allowing your gaze to linger on his figure, almost as if you were studying him intently. Josuke, with his trademark pompadour, couldn't help but chuckle softly at your lingering look, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You fought with the thoughts that raced through your mind, urging you to take the risk and make your move, especially after leaving Josuke visibly flustered. He was now haphazardly kicking at a pebble under his foot, avoiding direct eye contact as if quietly expressing that he was waiting for something else to happen before returning home. The tension in the air was obvious, and you could sense the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

"I wanted to thank you for walking with me every day," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "A proper thank you," you quickly corrected yourself, hoping to drop a subtle hint about where the conversation was heading. "I feel like my words aren't enough. I think you deserve something more meaningful."

As you spoke, Josuke's gaze shifted back to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his eyes. He didn't know what to expect, but the moment he felt your hands holding onto his biceps, everything seemed to fall into place. His heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him, his mouth going dry and his lips quivering slightly in response to the sudden surge of emotions.

Without hesitating for another second, you leaned in and gently pressed your lips against Josuke's, savoring the sweetness of the moment. The taste of cherry chapstick lingered on your lips, adding to the enchantment of the kiss. When you finally pulled away, a soft giggle escaped your lips as you admired the lovestruck expression on Josuke's face, his goofy grin speaking volumes about his happiness in that moment. "S-so, uh... I'll pick you up tomorrow?" Josuke asked, a hint of nervousness lacing his words. In response, you gave his cheek a soft tap, a reassuring gesture that brought a smile to his face. With a final glance and a warm smile, you opened the door to your house, leaving Josuke with a sense of anticipation.

“Definitely.”

Giorno Giovanna

During another date that he had arranged, Giorno bought you ice cream as the two of you walked hand in hand. It was a rare occasion when he wasn't caught up in his responsibilities as a mob leader and actually took the time to be with you. Being outside of the mansion felt refreshing, and you were grateful that Giorno shared the same sentiment.

"You know," you started, a playful lilt in your voice as you attempted to coax him into sharing the dessert, "it's one of your favorite flavors. Are you sure you don't want a taste?" Your attempt was light-hearted, an effort to draw him into a small act of normalcy, something as mundane as sharing ice cream on a date.

Giorno's response was a chuckle, the sound warm and rich, filling the space between you. "I'm quite sure. Today, I'm more than happy just to see you enjoy it," he replied, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

It made you wonder if he'd ever considered taking the relationship to the next level. Nothing extravagant, simply the fact that you've been dating for a while now and he has never initiated a kiss. How you ached to feel his lips on yours. Given his soft-spoken demeanor, you wondered if his lips were also soft and moisturized, providing an intoxicating lasting sensation with each kiss. Given that you were staring a little too long, Giorno had turned to meet your eyes as an evident grin spread across his lips as he cups his own cheek out of embarrassment. “Is there something on my face? You look like you have something you want to say.”

“Mmm, yeah actually.” You responded back with lidded eyes as you gave his hand a small squeeze and stopped your tracks. "There’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for the longest.” You admitted as the ice cream in your hands slowly melted from the bright sun above. You continued, “If I have your permission to touch you, will you trust me?”

"You always have my permission, you don't need to ask," Giorno reassured you with a gentle smile, his eyes watching you carefully. As you wrapped one arm around his neck, the distance between your bodies shortened, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Your cheeks were flushed, and the way he met your gaze without much of a reaction made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You felt his arm snake around your waist, and it almost seemed like he knew exactly what you had planned to do next. The anticipation and closeness between you added a thrilling suspense to the moment.

Eventually, the both of you lean in to share a passionate kiss. Much to your pleasure, his lips were soft and so were his hands as it continues to explore the rest of your body. You felt weak in the knees, your hand rested on his chest and once the two of you pulled away you were left starstruck. “Giorno...” “Shall we get going?” The question, simple and gentle, jolted you back to reality, yet the magic of the moment lingered like the afterglow of a sunset. His hand, warm and reassuring, squeezed yours. You nodded your head in response, letting the blonde lead the way as the two of you continue to enjoy the rest of your date.

Jolyne Cujoh

Well, it was more of a dare than something that was just intended. Whenever she was in a good mood, she hardly took herself so seriously, especially when she was messing around with her friends. Though it was pretty easy to break down the tough exterior that she occasionally displays on herself. That’s just how Jolyne is and you admire her for that.

You were seated comfortably on the carpet of your apartment, surrounded by your friends and the lively energy of the gathering. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, fueled by the risky game you had all decided to play. With each round, bets were placed, and allowances were on the line as you wagered on the most obscure acts and challenges.

However, things took an unexpected turn when Ermes placed a cash bet on Jolyne kissing you. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone's gaze focused on you and Jolyne, the heightened tension palpable as the game appeared to have strayed into personal territory.

“Where’d that even come from? You tryin’ to make fun of us or something?” You asked Ermes, your cheeks felt warm,

Ermes just laughed, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the sudden tension between you and Jolyne. "What? Can't handle a little dare?" she teased, her grin widening at your discomfort. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, especially when you caught Jolyne's eye. Her usually fierce demeanor seemed softened by the flush of embarrassment, making her look unexpectedly vulnerable.

Jolyne let out a deep breath, her gaze shifting from you to Ermes and then back again. "Fine," she finally said, the word coming out more as a challenge than a submission. She leaned closer, her eyes locked with yours, a mix of defiance and something softer you couldn't quite place. The room fell silent, the playful teasing of moments ago replaced by an almost electric anticipation. You could hear your heart beating, loud in the quiet of the room, as Jolyne's face came closer to yours. Her eyes flickered closed, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear.

The kiss was brief, a simple press of lips that felt like a spark through your entire body. When she pulled back, her eyes met yours again, searching for a reaction. The room erupted into whistles and laughter from Ermes and Foo Fighters, but both you and Jolyne were caught in a moment of silent communication, a question and answer passing silently between you.

Jolyne broke eye contact first, turning back to face Ermes and the others with a nonchalant shrug. "See? Just a kiss," she said, her voice steady but you noticed the slight pink still coloring her cheeks.

You were left a little dazed, warmth spreading through your chest. Although the kiss was part of the game, it felt like it carried more weight than either of you would admit. As the game continued and the evening wore on, you found yourself stealing glances at Jolyne, wondering if the moment had meant as much to her as it did to you.

Johnny Joestar

Just as he was about to join the big horse race, you had to pull him back a bit as you couldn’t help but worry about his own well being. It was a big deal, people can get way too competitive and you tend to worry over the littlest things. Of course, he had to reassure you that he was gonna be fine and that he would just have to be away for a few days, perhaps a few weeks or even months. The thought of being so far away from him already made you anxious and he noticed this, so he held your hands and looked up into your eyes.

"I'll be fine, promise," he responded, his voice full of confidence and calmness. You wanted to believe in his statements and that he would carefully go through the challenges. You knew deep down that despite the distance and time away, he had the courage and determination to return to you.

Before you could say anything else, an obnoxiously loud horn blared, causing both you and Johnny to flinch. The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, signaling that the horse race was about to commence. You observed Johnny, noticing how his gaze fixated on a man in a hat, attending to a horse. While you were curious about his sudden focus, you decided not to inquire and instead diverted his attention back to you.

You stretched out and cupped his cheek, gently turning his face toward you. The touch was both calming and anchoring, a gentle reminder amidst the chaos of the race. Johnny's gaze met yours, and everything else disappeared into the background. The clamor of the crowd, the excitement of the race, everything went incidental.

In the heat of the moment, you let your body take control as your brain lagged behind. You wrapped your arms around Johnny, pulling yourself closer to his pretty face and eventually your lips locked with his own. You could tell you caught him off guard with the way his body jumped but he immediately melted into the kiss. The world around you seemed to fade into a blur, leaving just the warmth of his lips against yours and the rhythmic beating of your hearts in perfect harmony. It was a frozen moment in time, with every touch and sensation speaking volumes about your relationship.

After the lingering kiss had finally ended, Johnny's lips retained their puckered form for a moment longer, as if trying to capture the essence of the intimate moment. His eyes remained closed, basking in the residual warmth of your embrace. It wasn't until you let out a playful giggle and lightly tapped his cheek that he snapped out of his reverie, realizing that the kiss had come to an end. Johnny's face broke into a sheepish grin as he opened his eyes, the delighted twinkle in them reflecting how deeply he had lost himself in the experience.

"Having fun there, loverboy?" you teased with a playful grin, unable to hide the amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Shut up, and kiss me again before I go for real this time," Johnny mumbled in a half-serious, half-playful tone, already leaning in with closed eyes, anticipating the next kiss. You couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully at his eagerness, knowing all too well how much he enjoyed these moments of intimacy.

Granting his wish, you leaned in closer, planting a series of small, teasing pecks on his lips. Each kiss was light and fleeting, just enough to leave him wanting more but sufficient to see the satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

His embrace was overwhelmingly tight, his clinginess something you adored in him, yet you hadn't quite anticipated the sheer strength he possessed. It left you feeling somewhat overpowered, as if you were about to be compressed into nothingness. Your reaction was a series of light giggles, and although you attempted to push him away gently, it only led him to draw you closer once again. Looking down at you, Gappy gently held your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

"Josuke, what's gotten into you?" you question playfully about your boyfriend, but Gappy's arms remained tightly around you. Sure, you had grown accustomed to his affection, though it may occasionally take you by surprise with its intensity. You were also aware of his memory loss and continued search for his identity and purpose. Being one of the first people he met after losing his memory, he quickly developed an emotional connection to you, which you accepted wholeheartedly.

“You’re warm...” He muttered quietly, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin, inducing involuntary shivers. His acts toward you were noticeably compassionate, in stark contrast to his usual approach. Really, he had charisma, a natural capacity to attract those around him, as well as characteristics that made him unique. Nonetheless, he was ready to get violent at any given moment. But with you, he was someone completely different. He treated you with tenderness and care that spoke volumes, distinguishing you to be special in his eyes. It was this sharp contrast, this respite from his rougher side, that made you feel sincerely appreciated and cherished.

"Jojo..." Your words was just a whisper, a sweet utterance full of care as you softly lifted your hands, cradling his face with the utmost care.You allowed your eyes to wander over his features, memorizing each detail—the curve of his brow, the depth in his eyes, the subtle strength in his jawline. As you leaned closer, your lips discovered the warmth of his forehead and planted a delicate kiss. With each kiss, you followed a line across his face, from his forehead to his cheek, and finished with a peck on his chin. He reacted with a slight start to your boldness, a small but noticeable jump, yet he remained silent, his eyes speaking volumes of the surprise and warmth he felt.

You wanted to giggle, a sense of satisfaction at getting such a reaction from your boyfriend. You were about to say something witty and sharp, the words almost dancing on your tongue, eager to tease him even more. However, before you could make your smart remark, the scenario took an unexpected turn. His hands, echoing your previous move, rose to gently cup your face. The world seemed to stop for a time as his eyes fluttered shut, sending a subtle indication of his intentions.

Then, with unexpected boldness, he closed the gap between you, pushing his lips against yours in a daring kiss. His unexpected action left your eyes wide open in shock for just a second, leaving an unspoken query hanging in the air. But as the surprise wore off, a warmth flowed through you, and you found yourself easing into the kiss, your body's tension melting away as you reacted with equal passion.

Once the two of you pulled away, you were left breathless, your cheeks were warm and it was hard to really look him in the eyes after such a passionate kiss. You were at a loss for words as well, it was hard to really think about what to say next. It seemed like he was on the same page, his eyes simply looking at yours as he tried to read the expression that you had on your face. Rest assured, there was definitely going to be more kisses after that.

Jodio Joestar

Your frustration was palpable when you stumbled upon him yet again engaged in the act of selling drugs, this time to a group of unfamiliar faces. The sight of him engaging this illicit exchange stirred a flare of anger within you, prompting you to confront him directly. Standing there, your posture rigid with your arms tightly crossed over your chest and a frown etching deep lines of disappointment across your face, you were the picture of discontent.

Jodio, seemingly unconcerned by your appearance or the dissatisfaction etched all over your face, simply snickered to himself dismissively. He nonchalantly shook a baggie full of dollar notes, flaunting the goods of his trade right in front of your eyes, all before he had a chance to properly register your presence or understand the depth of your anger.

"Again?" You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you observed his repetitive behavior. It was a mix of frustration and disappointment that colored your expression, a silent plea for him to understand the significance of his actions. However, his response was careless, with a mere shrug that appeared to indicate a lack of regard for your issues.

"What's the big deal?" he asked, his tone tinged with casualness as he continued walking, dismissing your concerns. He passed you and headed in the direction where Dragona had parked his car. However, you were not going to let him off the hook so easily. You followed closely after him, the mean expression still engraved on your face as you gazed at his back. Your steps were deliberate, each bearing the weight of your frustration you had for him. His relaxed demeanor simply bolstered the urge to confront him and make him realize the weight of his actions that he had on you.

"What's the big deal?" For god's sake, you're a 15-year-old selling drugs to a couple of dickheads!" Your frustration spilled out in words, your voice infused with fear and exasperation. "You'll get in big trouble, and they'll take you away, and—" Before you could continue, you were interrupted by his irritatingly loud yawn. The interruption left you speechless, your eyes narrowing. The boldness of his attitude, yawning as if your issues were nothing more than a little annoyance, was frustrating. "You're unbelievable," you said under your breath, your words filled with disappointment.

"What's unbelievable is that you care so much," he spat back, his tone defiant as he stuffed the bag of cash into his pockets. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you directly. "What? Cat's got your tongue? You're kinda funny," he added with a hint of sarcasm, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Your initial instinct was to lash out, to give voice to the frustration swirling inside you. But in a split second, something shifted, and before you could fully process it, your impulses took over. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and pressed your lips onto his.

The kiss was impulsive, a burst of emotion that manifested in the heat of the moment. You could feel the texture of his slightly chapped lips against yours. It was a surprise even to yourself, this sudden act of intimacy amidst the tension and conflict that had defined your interaction moments ago.

“I’ll… see you around.”

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inkpot909 · 7 months

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First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

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

Warning(s): None.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?”

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

“Narancia-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

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

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

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

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

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither of you do.

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

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

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

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

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

“You… didn’t want to?”

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

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

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

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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What Lip Stick They Buy You 💄💋

Bucci Gang x Reader Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

He picks out cutesy ones for you because he thinks the gloss will look nice.

He saw it online, The Crème Shop x Hello Kitty Kawaii Kiss Moisturizing Lip Oil - Vanilla Mint Flavored. He didn't care about the flavor. He cared more about the appearance and color

He would choose various cutsey lip glosses and the kind that are flavored hence why he got you dippin dots lip balms or Jolly Ranchers but expect different flavors he thought would taste best

His favorite would be fruit flavored glosses on you. Various would be given to you but he'd get a better brand

"Oh tesoro/tesorina! You're wearing the lip gloss I bought you!"

"Please can I have a kiss? You look so sexy/beautiful and kissable!"

"Only one kiss? You're wearing the tangerine lipgloss!"

"No fair! I wanted to try it from your lips."

Fugo Pannacotta

He loves the pink strawberry lip products on you! They make you look ever so kissable and he can't resist your lips

He buys you “Strawberry Kisses lip scrub” from Fourth Ray Beauty

Glosses are a must too he wants to pick the cutest ones for you

Yes all of them would be strawberry flavored or themed

He'd pick out pink strawberry themed lip sticks as well

He's so happy seeing you put them to use. He'll smile so much

Politely asking for kisses like the shy gentlemen he is

He would also get you a balm too if requested or if he see's a good one

He'll bite his lip hoping he could kiss you. The sweetie wants all your kisses when he see's you put it to use. He can't help it

He's shy about PDA so he'll ask you privately

"Mio prezioso/preziosa, I need to kiss you.."

"You're so cute. I smell strawberry. You used the lipstick I got you. It looks great on you, as expected."

"Bella/Bello please kiss me.."

"You're simply irresistibile."

Guido Mista

He's getting you lip products he think would make you more kissable. He can't wait to use a pick up line on you to earn a kiss

Mista buys you watermelon sugar lip gloss. It’s called, “this is juice gloss” by NYX

Much like Narancia he's getting you flavored lip products but I feel like he'd get the soda flavors. He'd totally get them to make some sort of cheesy pick up line. The fruity and coke flavors would be his go to but if you prefer other soda flavors he’d pick them out too.

Mista loves lipstick on his partner too. He thinks it looks so pretty attractive. He might buy you some in red since he thinks its sexy. He'd make sure its a good brand

If you don't like red lip he's fine with other colors but of course he'll like them natural too. He's still wanting your kisses constantly

Too bad he doesn't realize lipstick don't taste good but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make

He would like different colored lipglosses too. I can see him picking purples and pinks

He's going to be begging for kisses when you wear lip glosses since they draw so much attention

"Looking good handsome/gorgeous. Where's my kiss?"

"Is that red lipstick I see? Gimme kisses!"

"You look so sexy. I'm going to need some kisses. I hope I earned them."

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno likes pink lipsticks and he'd love seeing various shades on you too!

He buys you lipstick from Sephora for you. He likes their products because they carry good quality expensive brands.

The Rose lip scrub is his favorite on you

Hot pinks are also a favorite choice of his

He’d be sure to pick out a shade that would compliment your complexion

Dior would be another brand he would love to buy for you

Lip glosses would be the other type of lip wear he’d pick out for you. Pinks and purples. The glosses would look so cute on you

"Bello/Bella I'm happy to see you wear the lip gloss I've given you."

"Scusi but you're looking so divine today. I must kiss you, cara/caro."

"You're wearing the pink lipstick I bought you, aren't you stella (star)?"

"Carino/Carino are you only giving me one kiss?"

Bruno Bucciarati

He likes the red lipsticks for you! Any shade is fine with him.

He’d pick out a good brand like Dior or maybe Sephora

Other shades I can see him choosing would be browns or orange colors

Bright colors would compliment your eyes but he thinks brown shades look sexy too

He’d be delighted to see you wear the colors he bought you. Anything to make you happy

He isn’t opposed to other types of lip wear I feel like Bruno doesn’t know them too well

“I see you’re wearing the red lipstick I got you. You look very breathtaking~”

“I never get tired of your lip prints. They make my day, amore mio.”

“So beautiful.. I know I’ve already kissed your hand. Would you be opposed to a kiss?”

Leone Abbacchio

He’s the perfect one to pick out lipsticks for you. He knows makeup very well and enjoys picking them out for you too. Maybe he could do your makeup too if you like?

Of course he’d want to twin with you by getting you purple lipsticks. He’d get various shades so you can experiment with a color you’d enjoy most

He’d also like blacks and dark greens on you. Red is also a pleasing sight to see as well. Getting brands off of shelves while he’s shopping for himself but it’s most likely he’s shopping for you

He’d love to pick out lipsticks with coffin packaging

He’d get some Nightmare Before Christmas lipsticks as well. He enjoys their shades of lipsticks and would also enjoy the look of the design

He isn’t opposed to other colors. These would be his favorites he’d like to see on you.

He always has a smug look on his face at night when he sees your lip prints on him before washing it off his face or other body parts

If he had to pick his favorite it would be black. He secretly thinks it’s sexy

“The black lipstick really suits you.. better seat you on my lap before you run off.”

“Where’s my kiss, my dark empress/emperor?”

“Need to kiss you, my sexy vampire.”

"Getting lip prints on me whore?"

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Yandere! Jojo's (Part 1-6) x GN! Reader (Headcanons)

What if darling wants to go to a pool during a hot summer day?

Jonathan

He would be surprised by your request, but he wouldn't deny. He knew how hot it was outside so he decided you both needed a pool day;

He would buy you the best quality swimsuit and would make sure you won't get sunburnt;

If you tried to escape, it would be nearly impossible. He had guards surrounding every pool's exit or possible exit (like gates you could climb, etc) and you were always in his sight;

However, if you didn't use it as an excuse to escape, you two would have a really fun day.

If you know how to swim, he would push you once or twice in the pool. You would grab his arm and pull him with you the second time, just to see his surprised face;

"Hm, you really are mischievous to pull me into the pool, darling"

If you don't know how to swim, he would purposely take you in water so you could cling onto him and would also splash little bits of water on your face, just because;

Overall, you had fun and you made sure Jonathan would know that. Maybe he wasn't that bad;

"Darling, come here to reapply the sunscreen! You don't wanna get sunburnt, do you?"

Joseph

At first, he found your request weird. Why would you need to go to the pool when you had all the conditions with him? He gave you an AC so you wouldn't die and cold drinks. Wasn't that enough?

You thought that staying and explaining him why you wanted to go to the pool was too hard since he was stubborn as hell, so another idea popped in your head;

"Oh, fine Joseph, I thought that you would refuse since, you know, you don't know how to swim and you are too embarrassed by it. It's fine, really."

He frowned at your words and almost immediately told you to go get ready. You smiled contently, knowing that Joseph hated when somebody doubted him;

Joseph would be so motivated to prove you he can swim that he would forget to wear sunscreen;

Of course, since he didn't trust you that this wasn't one of your plans, he told the people from Speedwagon Foundation to stay around, just in case;

If you did try to escape, he would be even more upset than before. If you didn't, however, your day of relaxation at pool wouldn't be a relaxing one at all, from obvious reasons;

Joseph would definitely push you into the pool when you were just testing the water, even if you did or didn't know how to swim. When you would give him a deadly glare, he would apply the Secret Joestar Technique;

If you know how to swim, he would challenge you to a swimming competition. If you didn't, he would mock you:

"Nigerundayo"

Jotaro

It would be hell convincing him to let you go to the pool. Thankfully, he finally agreed, with the condition that he, Polnareff, Avdol and Kakyoin come too. It was kind of obvious he wouldn't let you go, but as long as you were going, you were fine with it;

In his mean way, Jotaro would take good care of you at the pool. He wouldn't let you out in the sun, would keep an eye on you so you wouldn't trip, fall and hit your head, etc;

"Yare yare, come here, you will get sunburnt and I don't want to hear you complaining tomorrow."

Escape? No chance. His friends were always watching you, even Polnareff who wasn't even watching his back. They were all keeping an eye on you so, even if you thought about it, you surely discarded that thought;

He would refuse to enter in the pool or even take his t-shirt off. Only after Polnareff and Kakyoin pushed him in it, he finally took it off. It wasn't the first time you saw him without his t-shirt, but you still felt a little blush creeping up your face;

You were laying on one of the chairs when you suddenly feel two hands picking you up. You were expecting to see Kakyoin or Polnareff, but you were not expecting to see Jotaro picking you up and going with you into the pool;

Even if you knew how to swim, you still clinged onto him, taking him the strong smell of his cologne and cigarettes. You always loved how he smelled;

If it wasn't for his warmth, you would shiver since your body was burning from the sun and the water wasn't exactly as warm as your body;

Still in his arms, you would splash a little water on him, quietly giggling. Jotaro looked down at you and contained his smile, trying to look tough;

"Do you want me to throw you under the water, hm, Y/N?"

Josuke

It wouldn't be that hard to convince Josuke, since he already rambled to you about how Okuyasu and Koichi drove him mad because of how many times they asked him to go to the pool;

Even though, it still was quite a task to convince him you would be okay since he and his friends would be there too and that you weren't going to hurt yourself in any way;

"Are you sure you want to go, love?"

After you managed to reassure him that you would be fine, the next day you him, and his friends (Rohan too) would be at the pool, participating in a big water fight;

Josuke would be extra careful, the idea of you using this excuse to try and escape appeared in his head, so he somehow made Rohan use Heaven's Door and write that today you couldn't get outside without Josuke;

At the pool, Josuke, being the delusional protective boyfriend he was, would make sure to scare everybody that would even look in your direction. He wanted to make it clear that you were all his;

At the same time, he would be the one to start a battle between you, him, Okuyasu and Koichi. You four would play with the waterguns Koichi brought and you would find out that his friends aren't that bad at all;

If you know how to swim, be prepared that he would 100% pick you up and jump into the pull with you. If you didn't, he would still do, wanting to prove you that you need him He would love the feeling of your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, scared that you would drown;

It would be a funny day. But the day after that wouldn't be that funny since both of you forgot to wear sunscreen and you are as red as a tomato;

Again, he would use this to his advantage since he could heal you, another proof that you were dependent of him and that you needed to be taken care of;

"Auchhh, Y/N, my back stingssss."

Giorno

Wouldn't accept going to a public pool, since they were dangerous for you and he couldn't risk you trying to escape (even if it would be almost impossible). Instead, he would order someone to immediately buy the best quality and the biggest pool they could find in the shortest time and also made a note to himself to make a pool in the garden;

Sighing, you would accept his 'offer' (like you could argue with him) and would tell him to at least invite the boys over so they could have more fun. He would just nod and kiss your hands, telling you to choose one of the swimsuits he bought for you a few days ago (He figured you would want to go swimming).

The next day, you would wake up excited to spend the day and get ready early. When the time for their arrival has come, you would be jumping around the mansion happily, Giorno just smiling at your childish happiness;

"The one I bought isn't that big, but I promise I'm going to build a real one for you"

You honestly didn't care, you just wanted to swim and stay in water so you could cool down;

When the boys (and Trish) came, you were so happy that you almost jumped on them. They all had their stuff and soon installed themselves on the chairs Giorno bought;

You and Narancia were the first to jump in the (not-so-small) pool the blonde bought, soon followed by Trish, Mista and Bruno. The only ones left were Giorno, Abbacchio and Fugo, the white-haired man sipping from his wine;

You called for Giorno, and when he said he won't come, you Narancia and Mista came up with a plan. You three got out of the pool and ran to the blonde, the two boys picking him up and throwing him into the pool. Everybody started laughing, even Leone let a small smile on his face;

"Oh, amore, you will see"

Jolyne

It was pretty easy to convince Jolyne to come with you at the pool, since she was also dying because of the heat. You just told her to go and she immediately agreed;

She would make you two get matching swimsuits, to show everybody that you were hers;

Wouldn't want to invite neither of her friends, being possessive over you even with them;

"Oi, be happy we are going, you don't need other people when you have me"

Jolyne would be skeptical about you not trying to escape, so she would keep a very careful eye on you and would always stay by your side, even when you go to the bathroom;

Would take great care of you, not letting you stay in the sun for too long and not letting you forget about reapplying sunscreen;

Like her dad, she would pick you up like the girlboss she is (i couldn't help myself, i had to write it) and would go into the pool with you, also loving the way you cling onto her;

Would 100% jump over you after getting out from the pool, soaking wet, while you were chilling in the sun;

"I love spending time with you, my love"

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strawberrysurecake · 2 years

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Hey! I love your bucci gang tsundere headcanons! If you have time, how would the gang react if their crush was being flirted with by another member of the team or an outsider? Who would be subtle about their jealousy? Who would react in anger? Would anyone confess right then?

Thanks for the ask, anon! As always, I couldn't help myself and went a little overboard again. I thought it'd be more fun if I made up some specific scenarios for each.

If you'd like, you can view these headcanons as a continuation or alternate universe to these headcanons. It really depends how deep you want the tsundere lore to go.

Also, I seem to be writing Trish as more of a himedere than a tsundere. Whoops?

Jealous Tsundere Bucci Gang + Trish Headcanons

I had to be careful to not let them stray into yandere territory. I don't think we mortals are ready for tsundere-yanderes.

Giorno

He can very well see how Passione's newest recruit has taken a liking to you

Bolder than the average soldato, this newbie has the audacity to flirt with you, his commanding capo, in front of him, Don Giorno Giovanna

He looks on with contempt as your soldato's lips brush against your knuckles before bidding you farewell

Once his freshly-dubbed rival in love leaves his sight, he places his hand on the small of your back and guides you towards the passenger seat of his luxury Maserati

"I hope you don't mind a change of plans. There's a place I'd like to take you to that serves excellent soufflé. My treat."

It's a bit much to have brunch at an uptown 5-star restaurant but he desperately needs to show how capable and powerful he is as not only the boss of Passione but as a man, also

He's not jealous; he just needs to show who's in charge, is all...

Bucciarati

A fellow gangster from the tax collection team has been spending too much quality time with you

Passione's squads rarely intermingled beyond business but after a brief job involving you as an escort for the tax collection team, you have become inseparable from that wretched gangster ever since

It doesn't bother him

He hears your cute laughter over a stupid joke the tax gangster made

It does bother him

"I believe you've overstayed your welcome with the escort team. Shall I escort you back to where you belong?"

His jealousy is so obvious that it becomes easy material for you to tease him about for weeks to come

"I wasn't jealous!"

Mista

He has been feeling suspiciously energised, lately

On top of that, the Pistols have been eerily quiet

It's only when he checks his empty revolver during afternoon tea does he understand the horror of what's going on

The unsettling feeling in his stomach leads him across the hideout and to your door where he can faintly catch the whines of Number 3 and 5 and the crinkling of foil

When you allow him entry to your room, he is mortified to catch his Stand snuggling up to you with a bag of corn chips

You insinuate that he's jealous of his own Stand but that would be ridiculous

"Me? Jealous of my own Stand!? No! Never!"

Maybe he was being too obvious with his reaction as you've jokingly offered to hand-feed him snacks

The entire situation exasperates him

"Fine. You can feed the Pistols but don't complain when they bug you for more food later on, yeah?"

Narancia

Though it might not seem like it at times, he genuinely looks up to and respects his teammates as friends, comrades and family

However, there's this sudden urge to go ballistic whenever he sees his teammates get a little too touchy-feely with you

It grates on his nerves whenever Fugo leads you to your car seat with his hand nestled on your shoulder

It's not just Fugo who gets touchy but also Mista and even Giorno, too

He swears they're trying to fuck with him

As soon as Giorno is about to lay his palm over your hand, he swoops in like a hawk and pulls you someplace quiet and far away from the team

There is no platonic explanation for his actions so he stumbles over his words while coming up with an excuse

Confessing would be so much more simpler but he can't bring himself to do it today

"I-I just w-wanted to give you something..."

He gifts you his switchblade then runs off before you can catch his reddened expression

Abbacchio

Of all the men he thought could make him jealous, he never thought it would be a local nobody you met in a library once

There is nothing extraordinary about this man; he works a stable 9-5 job in a boring office complex and he looks utterly unremarkable

Despite that, he can't help but envy the man

If he stayed an uncorrupted police officer, would he be the one by your side, making you laugh and laughing wholeheartedly alongside you?

He wants to shut out this developing relationship you have out of his mind but it persists to haunt him

He doesn't know what your relationship with that man is but he does know he wants to take you out for dinner sometime to prove himself

His invitation over the phone has no mention of it being a date but he intends to make it feel like one

Over dinner, he realises you laugh and smile a lot more around him than with that other man

He might not be what you deserve but being with you does make him smile and laugh more often too

Fugo

He's trying very hard not to let jealousy overwhelm him

He can't help the furious death glare that burns holes into your flirty companion's skull

The nearest utensil is on the verge of shattering within his grasp

Everyone within a 10-15 metre radius has moved away for self-preservation purposes

He can only see red, feel red and be red

Luckily for him, your companion has left

Being so unimaginably enraged that it strikes the fear of God into his rivals apparently has its perks

Trish

There are five stages of jealousy

Stage 1 is denial: those chicks who ran up to you only want to know where the nearest station is and nothing more

Stage 2 is bargaining: even if those girls want more than directions from you, you'd surely prefer her company over their company

Stage 3 is anger: five minutes to ask for directions is more than enough time to locate a station and she is going to put an end to it—with force if she has to

Stage 4 is depression: after telling those girls off, it's apparent that you might have enjoyed the attention they gave you more than hers

Stage 4.5 is tsun: if you're really sorry for making her wait for five minutes, you'll treat her to a manicure

Stage 5 is dere: its not the service of you giving her free a manicure that she treasures but the extra time she can spend with you while you hold her hand in hers—something those girls won't get to experience

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ed-chan · 2 years

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Why Are you In My Bed…?

TW: gender - neutral reader, ooc Giorno ig…?, Swearing, SFW, Mentions of Arguing, Crying, mention of throwing item to wall , item shattering, fear

Sleeping that’s what you were doing a few minutes ago until you were awoken by your bed shifting. You felt it go down the bed sunk under the weight of something getting on it………your blood ran cold, too scared to turn around to see who it was, your heart was beating quicker than ever you could feel yourself shaking as some got closer and took a breath right by your nape. You finally snapped that was your breaking point you final moment of peace as you flipped around throwing your fist at the dark shadow next to you.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU ON MY BED WITH ME YOU STUPID BITCH” you yelled as you threw yourself out off bed quickly getting up and trying to get to the door, but before you could reach the door handle you felt someone grab your shoulder from behind you froze too scared to turn around to see who it was.

As you started internally panicking you heard them speak oh so calmly “Oh sorry did I scared you Y/N” they spoke while letting their hand fall to their side slowly…………you stayed quiet te to angry and confuzzeled to speak……………”Are you okay Y/N?” he asked a little worried about your silent and frozen statue. “I’m fine……… I only have one question….WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDNT WANT TO SEE YOU AFTER LAST NIGHTS ARGUMENT” you said as you raised your voice at him.

“Huh….what are you talking about Y/N…..Oh right the argument, right um I’m sorry about that I know that I said some hurtful stuff but you know how it gets sometimes at the heat of the moment” Giorno said walking towards you trying to hug you, but as soon as you saw that you backed away from him giving him a nasty glare.

“Does it look like I give a single fuck about that half-assed apology……tell me does it look like I care” you said as you looked at him straight in the eyes. At that moment Giorno felt nothing but pain in his heart as he saw your eyes that look absolutely disgusted by just looking at him he could tell that he offended you “ Y/N I’m truly sorry you know I didn’t me-“ as he was talking you interrupted him not feeling bad for cutting him off “ Shut the hell up Giorno what you said was hurtful and rude and you know it and no it doesn’t just happen in the heat of the moment you told me that you wished I was more like your ex-s/o” you said as you turned and walked out of your room going to your roommates room as they were out of town.

“ Y/N wait come on we can talk this out I’m sorry I really didn’t mean anything that I said I promise you that I don’t wish any of those things” Giorno said as he chased after you trying to catch up to you as you neared the staircase. “Listen Giorno there is something else I’m wondering” you said as you slowly turned around to look at him.

Scared……Giorno felt scared shitless as he saw you facing him with full grim face, absolutely zero emotion leaking you face structure…..he saw you open your mouth as you found the question that was supposed to be asked from the beginning “How….How do you know where I live at” you said as you turned around looking at your surroundings.

“ O-Oh umm…..I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE….haha silly did you forget that I’ve been over to hang out with you god you’re so forgetful…….haha” Giorno said nervously while trying to close the distance between you two. “Lying……you’re lying to me aren’t you Giorno” you said as you slowly reached towards the flower vase near you. “H-HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING” Giorno slightly screamed from seeing you get the flower vase on the small stand under a picture of you and your 4 roommates.

“Giorno I request you leave before things get nasty” you said as you swiftly broke the vase with the wall having shards breaking off and flying everywhere “ HEY CAREFUL Y/N DONT JUST DO THAT YOU’LL GET HURT” Giorno yelled at you while trying to get closer to you by the minute, slowly so that he wouldn’t alarm you, but man was he getting impatient he wanted to go and take that vase from your hand and throw it some far from the both of you but as soon as he tried to speeding up you quickly shoved it in front of you, you were still holding it but not it was directly in front of Giorno’s face…..only a few centimeters from entering his skin…..

‘Shit what do I do’ Giorno thought to himself as he stared at you trying to muster up a glare to make you back down. “Leave and all of this is over and I honestly recommend you leaving before I shove this onto you disgusting face” you said bluntly “ Also let’s end this little relationship Giorno” you said as you looked at him in the eyes seeing as his eyes began to get watery you threw the vase to the walls behind him as it shattered he threw himself onto you crying out “N-no please don’t do this to me dear I promise that I’ll be a better boyfriend j-just please……PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME…..please I beg of you” he said crying out to you, all you could do was stare back at him with the dullest eyes ever saying “You can’t change and you never will that’s that so leave before I make you” you said as you pushed him off proceeding to get up staring at his tear dripping face “ Get up and go” you said picking him up by the the armpits and walking him out of your house.

“Wait please te-” Giorno was cut off by the door slamming in his face, that was enough to get him to breakdown crying at your front door. It been a few minutes before he stopped crying and left to go back home, it had started raining so it’ll be good to cover up his tear stained face.

-end

Ik there is a lot of mistakes but plz just ignore them…..

#giorno x y/n #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna #gender neutral reader #jjba x reader

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coochellati · 3 months

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Comfort From Your Capo

Pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x gender-neutral reader

Summary: Bruno pauses a very important meeting to comfort you in your time of need.

Word Count: 963

Genre: Fluff

I’ve had a pretty rough week; I wrote this short one-shot to provide a bit of comfort. Honestly, it was pretty cathartic. If you’re in a similar position, I hope reading this can help you a little too 💙

{READ ON AO3}

Tap tap tap.

You abruptly lifted your face from your damp pillow, startled by the sudden presence of someone at your bedroom door.

A spark of annoyance rushed through your body, which lay sprawled across your bed. Great—someone else had heard your desperate sobs and had come to check on you. Mista had dropped by not even ten minutes ago. Were your walls really that thin? Sharing a house with Team Bucciarati already left you with limited privacy, but seriously? It seemed that not even your room was safe from nosy eavesdroppers.

“Is everything alright?” A muffled voice asked from behind your bedroom door. Wait, was that Bruno? Wasn’t he supposed to be in the middle of an important meeting with Giorno? You felt conflicted—on one hand, you were relieved that Bruno was the one who had come to check on you. On the other hand, you felt even more tense; you knew how crucial this meeting was. Bruno had been emphasizing the importance of it for the past week; he had made it very clear that he was not to be bothered.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with Giorno?” you choked out, hot tears streaming down your flushed face.

“I am,” he replied, “but one of the Sex Pistols requested that I come and check on you.”

“Well, things are fine,” you called out as you buried your face back into your pillow. Bruno didn’t need to hear your sobs.

“Your words don’t sound very reassuring,” Bruno replied, his voice laced with concern. “If you need space, I’ll leave you be.”

“No, it’s not—that’s not it,” you whimpered between gasps for air. “I don’t want to take you away from your work. You said that this meeting was super important, and I”—you gasped—“I don’t want to interrupt you.”

“Interrupting me—is that what you’re worried about?” Bruno asked. “I promise you aren’t disturbing me. Right now, your distress is a much more pressing concern.” His words melted your heart; the care in his voice made you cry even harder.

“Okay, you can come in,” you sniffled, shifting your body so that you were now sitting up. You grabbed a tissue on your nightstand to wipe away the snot pouring out of your nose—you didn’t want Bruno to see you in such a gross state. All of a sudden, you heard your doorknob jiggling.

“It’s locked,” he called out.

“Oh—sorry, I’ll get it.”

“No need,” he replied. You heard the low growl of a zipper as Bruno began crawling through the center of your door. The pull tabs on his suit jingled as he stepped into your bedroom and zipped your door shut. You stared at the floor, vision blurry with tears. You felt the bed shift as Bruno took a seat next to you.

A warm finger traced your jawline towards your chin as he turned your head towards him. Your lip quivered as you looked into his deep, sapphire eyes. The soft, tender expression he wore caused you to break down all over again. Bruno pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and softly dabbed the warm tears cascading down your face.

“Don’t feel any pressure to talk about what’s upsetting you. However, if you need someone to listen, I’m here for you,” he gently stated. “Everything is going to be okay.” You nodded your head as he leaned down and delicately kissed your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, engulfing you in his warmth. You buried your face into the space where his suit opened up for his chest, your skin pressed against his. The soothing scent of his expensive cologne flooded your nose. You focused on Bruno’s rhythmic breathing and found comfort as you rose and fell with his chest.

“Were you upset when you had to leave your meeting?” You asked, voice shaking.

“No, not at all,” Bruno reassured. “I’ll admit that I was a little irritated when Number 5 first appeared, but I calmed down as soon as it informed me of your distress. Mista must have been pretty concerned about you. I don’t think Number 5 was acting on Mista’s orders—I imagine it was reflecting his subconscious. I’m surprised he didn’t check on you himself.”

“He did; I told him to go away,” you sniffled and lightly chuckled.

”Ah, so that’s why Number 5 came and got me,” Bruno remarked, softly smiling. “I’m glad it did.“ His words sent a shiver of bliss running through your body.

“By the way, don’t worry about getting my suit wet; it’ll dry. Besides, even if you did leave a stain, I’m not worried—I’ve got the best dry cleaners in Italy,” he softly laughed.

“So that’s how you keep your suit so white,” you muttered, half-smiling.

”Mm-hm,” Bruno hummed. You noticed that your tears had finally stopped. A melancholic tranquility had replaced your sorrow.

“You seem like you’ve calmed down; are you feeling any better?” Bruno questioned. You looked up at him and nodded your head in response.

“Good,” He murmured as he began stroking your back. “I’ll stay with you a little while longer. As much as I don’t want to, I do have to get back to my meeting sometime soon. Don’t worry, I’ll come back once it’s over.”

“Thank you, Bruno,” you tiredly mumbled. A fuzzy warmth flooded your body as he pulled you even closer.

“I’ll always be here for you, my love,” Bruno consoled. You closed your eyes; a wave of exhaustion flooded your body as you allowed all of your muscles to relax. Your world no longer felt as if it was falling apart; it was as if Bruno had used his stand ability to reattach its pieces back together.

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba fluff #jjba part 5 #Jovia Joestar writes #sfw #gender neutral reader

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moodybluezzz · 5 months

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First Responder - Leone Abbacchio x Reader

[Content: fluff/mildly NSFW, a bit angsty, descriptions of injury & fainting, gender neutral Y/N]

[Word count: 1.3k]

Cool air whips past your face as you race through the streets of Italy, giving chase to a man a few yards ahead. He glances over his shoulder occasionally as his feet slam against the rocky path below.

Bucciarati had tasked you, along with Abbacchio and Giorno, with tracking down yet another rogue mafioso bent on taking down your team. “From what we've seen, this man doesn't appear to possess Stand abilities of any kind and he seems to be working alone. You three should have no difficulty taking him down.” Abbacchio was quiet, his eyes closed in thought. He's usually agreed with Bruno by now. Maybe he's not too happy about working with Giorno.

“Something tells me we should keep Y/N out of this one.” Abbacchio opened his eyes with a troubled look. “I can't explain it but… I have a bad feeling about this guy.” His words surprised you, but as much as you hated to argue with Abbacchio, you couldn't just sit it out. It couldn't hurt to try and prove yourself to him just this once.

The man dashes between the stone buildings ahead of you, trying to lose you in the maze of the city streets. You hold your chase firmly, waiting for the right moment to unleash your stand on him. Short range but strong. Abbacchio and Giorno are in pursuit close by - you had planned to split up and close in on the man from adjoining streets. He suddenly stops evading around the corners, running straight ahead of you instead.

I'm gaining on him! Now’s my chance!

Just before you can release your stand, a sharp pain strikes your stomach. You gasp and fall to the ground, rolling along the stone and gripping your torso, now dripping with blood. The man sprints out of your sight with a laugh.

Shit, what happened!? He was right there! You glance around frantically and spot a figure peeking out from between two buildings. He quickly darts back into the shadows. His path was calculated! We're not just chasing one guy, his partner was waiting to ambush us!

You push against the ground, trying desperately to lift yourself up and yell to warn the others. The pain pulls you back down before you can make a sound.

"Y/N!"

Abbacchio turns into the alley and rushes to you, standing over you in a cautious stance. "Damn it Y/N, what happened!? Our guy was right there-” Abbacchio cuts himself off as he notices your injury. “Oh, shit.” Without hesitation he drops to his knees beside you. You clench your teeth as he lifts your shirt with a serious expression, exposing the massive slice to the open air.

"GIORNO! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!" Abbacchio yells over his back. He turns back to you and shrugs his overcoat off, balling it up and holding it down against the wound. You can't help but be taken aback by the sudden gesture. And you also can't help but let your gaze get lost in Abbacchio's bare body, looming over yours. He notices your stare and locks eyes with you, and you shoot your focus back down to your abdomen. “I've got you. Just… Tell me what happened.”

"T-There's a second guy,” you mutter. “He attacked me from the alley and got away. I think we were set up.”

"Fuck… I knew this guy would be more trouble than he seemed!" Abbacchio hisses. “And as for his cronies, this cut’s way too big to have come from any old dagger. Looks like we have some Stand Users on our hands.” Abbacchio increases the pressure on your injury, his gold-lavender eyes watching your face carefully for any sign that he's worsening your pain.

"Y/N, it's gonna be okay. Giorno should be here any second…" The uncertainty in his voice is unsettling. You hadn't noticed before but his hands are trembling ever-so-slightly.

"I'm scared, Abba…" You admit in a whisper between jagged breaths. The lightheadedness starts to creep in, not helping your panic.

Abbacchio speaks in a tone you've never heard before. Reassuring, full of care. "I… I know. Just hold on a little longer, mio caro…” The sweet words send warmth through your body, and you can't help but relax in his hold.

"Abbacchio…” You trail off as your vision starts growing blurry. You close your eyes. “Please keep talking to me like that…"

Abbacchio is silent for a moment. He gazes down at your pained expression before leaning closer to your ear and whispering.

"Andrà tutto bene… ti proteggerò…"

Everything will be fine… I’ll protect you…

Your attention is pulled from the stinging beneath Abbacchio's hands to his low, comforting voice. Every word is like a painkiller.

"Non permetterò mai più che nulla ti ferisca…"

I won't let anything hurt you again...

All your tension fades away as you give in, trusting your safety to Abbacchio as you near unconsciousness. You hear quick footsteps approaching in the distance, and a familiar voice yelling your name and Abbacchio's. You open your eyes for a moment, just making out a blur of hot pink and gold a few yards away. Abbacchio lets out a strained chuckle. You'd never heard him more excited to see Giorno. The last thing you feel is a soft kiss on your cheek and a teardrop dripping onto your skin just beside it.

"Please, not you too…

Not again…"

You wake up after what feels like an eternity, your back laid against the comfort of a soft bed with dark sheets. The room is quiet and dim, save for the warm light of a nearby lamp. You stretch and take a deep breath - the smell of wine lingers in the air.

Abbacchio.

It's then that you notice the man sitting at the bedside, his head resting in his arms. He perks up at the sound of you stirring, his golden eyes practically glowing with relief.

"Y/N…"

Abbacchio sits beside you on the mattress, leaning down suddenly to embrace you. His strong, warm arms wrap tightly around you, holding you like he'd never let go. You hesitate for a moment before burying your face in Abbacchio's neck, earning a pleased sigh from him. His soft, silvery hair brushes against your cheek. Abbacchio pulls back before looking into your eyes, holding your chin gently in one hand. "Are you still in pain?" You shake your head. You hadn't realized until now, but you feel as though nothing ever happened. Abbacchio begins lifting your shirt with his other hand, his eyes asking for permission to look. You nod gently and find nothing but a faint scar where the cut once was. He traces his fingers gently over the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through you.

"Giorno saved your ass… That crazy kid ran ahead and chased down both of those guys after he healed you! He insisted I ditch and bring you back here…" Abbacchio tenses up. “I hate to admit it, but it was the right call…”

"It's okay, Abba…" You rest your hand on his. “You saved me.” Abbacchio's muscles relax and he turns his gaze back to you. He leans close to your face, staring into your eyes with a look like he's holding back from saying something.

“You know I care about you a lot, right?” He whispers in that same low, sweet tone as before. You blush as his hands wander up to your forearms, holding them gently against the pillows on either side of your face. “Please, lemme show you how much I care…”

Abbacchio leans down and presses his lips against yours, his body hovering just above yours as he kisses you gently but passionately. His lips are soft and leave the faintest taste of red wine on your tongue. You let him hold you down carelessly, feeling just as secure as when he held you in his lap. Finally Abbacchio pulls away, letting out a breathy chuckle as he wipes the smudged purple lipstick on his cheek with the back of his hand.

“That's how much I care about you. Now please… be more careful next time. Unless you wanna do this again.”

#jjba #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #vento aureo #leone abbacchio #jojo #anime #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader

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bruabbasbellaragazza · 1 year

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Stop getting yourself hurt Guido

synopsis: you take care of mista after a dangerous mission

cw: mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, mentions of sex but no actual sex happens, just some good ‘ol fluff

pairing: Guido Mista x reader (gender neutral)

note: i was trying to turn this into smut but it ended up being getting really cute and i was like ykw nvm😭😭 (not proof read, grammar isn’t my strong suit😩)

word count: 1.2k

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it was a regular night in the cozy Italian apartment you own in Napoli. you decided to have a chill night and snuggle up on the couch with some snacks and a terrible reality tv show. you were wearing a pair of grey men’s sweat-shorts and a tank top while engulfed under a soft fleece blanket. it was serenely calm. that was until you heard urgent knocking on your door. you jumped from the abrupt noise and paused your show. you looked at the clock and it was 11:30 pm. “who could be at the door so late? what the hell.” you said to yourself in confusion while making your way to the door.

you finally get to the door and check the peep hole. as soon as you laid eyes on him concern filled you to your core.

see, you and mista have been having a sort of “fling” (or atleast that’s what you both call it) for about a couple months now and typically after a long day’s work with the bucci gang, he’d come over to see you. sometimes you both just chill and cuddle, while other times mista has a more naughty motive. they typically always consist of you tending to his wounds with your stand before continuing on. he always finishes his missions early though and would usually start heading over earlier in the night. any later and he’d just stay at his place.

you both met at a club one day where he saved you from a way too persistent and rough guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. long story short, that man ended up with a piece of lead in his head, shot my mista’s revolver and ever since then, you and mista have been fucking each other like rabbits since then. you both developed deeper feelings since then, but neither one of you acted upon it. the mafia world is just too much for you to handle he thought.

anyways you spot mista through your door’s peephole and see him in the worst state you ever have. cuts and bruises on his face, arms and torso and his sweater spotted with a concerning amount of blood. you frantically open the door. “mista what the hell happened to you?!” you yell with concern. “nothing cara mia. just a few injuries as usual-”. he says completely unfazed with suave in his voice. “nothing guido?! you’re covered in blood! just- come in!” you say frantically trying to pull yourself together as we walks in, locking the door behind you.

“yes baby it’s nothing giorno already helped with my critical wounds but we had to keep the mission -” mista was then cut off by you “i don’t give a fuck! you look like you got hit by a truck on the way here. sit down while i run you a bath- and don’t try to protest, your taking a goddamn shower” you demanded in a motherly tone.

you made your way to your bathroom which is attached to your bedroom and start running a hot, soothing bath with epson salts and essential oils to relax his sore muscles. you also decided to add a few candles and incense to help the mood.

once you were satisfied with how the bath looked you went back out into the living area to fetch your wounded warrior. “let me walk you to the bath guido.” you say grabbing him gently. “i promise i’m fine baby. it’s okay.” you completely ignored him and took him to the bathroom anyways. when you got there you helped him get out of his soiled clothes and gently placed him in the bath. “i’ll be right back.” you said to him.

you went into the kitchen to make him your “special tea”. similar to tonio’s stand, you’re able to materialize your stand into something edible, which then heals the person’s body who ingests it. in your case, you do this with various herbs, turning them into teas.

you walk back into the bathroom with a nice hot tea in your hands for mista to drink. “here you go dipshit” you say to mista as you hand him the tea and take a seat on the side of the tub. “is that anyway to treat your guests?” mista says sarcastically, knowing you meant it out of care. “i just- i hate seeing you come over all the time so beaten and battered. i can’t help but be scared every time you go on a mission and come back looking like this. please be more careful guido.” you say voicing your anguish.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re falling for me bella”, mista teasingly remarks back with a smirk. “mista i’m serious! you need to be more careful! now finish drinking your tea so i can patch you up.” you say avoiding his question.

your stand worked like a charm as it always does and patched him right up leaving just a few small bruises on his body. “okay scrub yourself, and rinse off. i’ll leave ur clothes on the bed for you to change into.” you say making your way out of the bathroom. “you’re already wearing my shorts. did you miss me that much?-“ “shut up guido” you say closing the door behind you as he chuckles.

you lay out just a pair of boxer briefs and sweatpants that he left over sometime ago for him to relax in when he gets out. in the meantime, you ordered takeout to your apartment and resumed your show.

about 5 or so minutes went by and mista appeared from out of your room “if you wanted to see me half naked so bad all you had to do was ask” he says trying to annoy you. “i forgot to do laundry mista. leave me alone” you replied (you didn’t forget lol) “anyways i ordered takeout, it should be here in about 30 minutes”, you continued.

mista plopped down right next to you on the couch and pulled your hips closer to him. you placed your legs in his lap and played with his curly brown hair while focusing on your show. “you know, you’re pretty sexy when you get all concerned and yell at me like that”, he says leaning in and placing a kiss on your jaw. “i don’t care how ‘sexy’ i look. you need to stop getting yourself hurt guido.” you state facing him again.

“maybe i like getting hurt.. it gives me a reason to see your pretty face all the time.” he pulls your face closer to his and leaves a soft reassuring kiss on your lips. “Grazie cara mia” he says with a serious tone upon releasing from the kiss. you pull his face back to yours, connecting foreheads, “i love you guido” you whisper to him. he’s shocked at first, finally knowing that you reciprocate his feelings, but the only words he could muster up after that was “i love you too”

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thinking about how giorno is a big ole nature nerd. he loves bugs. he loves scary animals nature found fun to create. giorno doesn’t shy away from mosquitos and roaches, he may not adore them, but he definitely finds beauty and things to be fascinated about them. the way a lizard will shoot it’s own blood, how they’ll detach their limbs, how they’ve grown to endure and thrive in insane heat. he’s the type of guy to pick up a garden snake so gently it doesn’t dare attack him. his charisma extends past just people. giorno will see a bunny caught in a snare trap and it’ll stay still for him to free it, and then it’ll stare at him with wide eyes while sniffing. animals and bugs stare at him with the same adoration that he stares at them with. he treasures life in all its manifestations and that’s why his stand has the power it does. that’s why giorno has such strong dreams and determination, why he fights so hard against everything unjust he’s ever faced. giorno is someone who appreciates life in all its forms. from the petals of carnations to the fly a frog has grabbed with its tongue. it captivates and intrigues him to no end, and he’ll never be shamed out of loving nature by anyone

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HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.

CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : lots of fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

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Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover

After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself

Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing

More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something

Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch

He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt

He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever

Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them

His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife

He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli

Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him

Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat

It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what

Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself

If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier

Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail

Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages

Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can

Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love

Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both

Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire

He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well

Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)

To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don

Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety

Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess

He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury

When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face

The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice

He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise

It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his

Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice

It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have

He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him

He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like

Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by

If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be

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moodyboozewriting · 4 months

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citrusy (narancia ghirga x reader)

pt. 1/?

warnings: loss/trauma, hurt/comfort, angst, confessions

reader is gender neutral

"Narancia?" you ask. He's sitting in front of you, his stare burning into the tablecloth of the restaurant. The others had already upped and left. Your eyes meet Bucciarati's cautiously lingering gaze. He gives you a nod and a knowing, telling look. You nod back. Narancia is the closest to you out of the team, but your relationship stretched beyond the rambunctious attitudes and the laughs you two share. You became aware of his backstory at his eventual consent to Bucciarati to share it with you. Not just this, but you're acutely aware of him. The ways he reacts, his moods, his tendencies. Not to mention the extra attention you'd been paying to him in the wake of realizing your crush. You can read him the best, to put it simply. But this? This was a new frontier altogether. "Nara?" you continue to question. Leaning over, you place a hand on his shoulder. "We going?" you ask him, standing up from your seat at the end of your question. The fog over Narancia's head gently lifts, though he doesn't return to his usual. "Yeah." He doesn't mutter it, but the word has no feeling behind it. He walks past you and out of the restaurant, already questioning Abbacchio about the details. You decide not to linger, joining the group feeling far from the dark haired boy.

Upon your return to the safe house, you note that Narancia wastes no time in wrapping things up and disappearing to his room. You remain in the kitchen in the early dark, sipping a glass of wine and listening to quiet conversation between Bucciarati and Abbacchio. In the dim light, you pensively reflect on the mission. Narancia didn't say much. Whatever he did say was hard to place. It never quite felt like he was there. He didn't seem to actively avoid you, but he never seemed to get close. You couldn't help but make a note of every time you saw him standing furthest in the group from you. By now everyone had disappeared, Giorno having been most recent departure. Zoning back in, you realize their conversation had gone quiet. You look up at the two men sitting on the couch opposite you. Bucciarati is looking calmly at you, while Abbacchio shifts and stares at the quietly flickering fireplace. "That obvious?" You laugh softly, in a quiet voice to not be audible from any of the bedrooms. Bucciarati's gaze softens, and Abbacchio grunts in acknowledgement. "He would let you in if you knocked." your capo says. You're reassured by his expression. At the same time you're pretending not to notice the way they sat so close together, how the hands laying between them rested up against each other. "Go kid, he's probably still awake." You ignore Abbacchio's nickname despite the fact that he was only a few years older than you. "You can leave the glass," Bucciarati assures. "We'll finish up in here." You nod, silently thanking them for their wisdom and smiling secretly at the evidence of progress between your particularly avoidant and/or crush-clueless friends.

Your fist hovers unsurely close to the heavy material of Narancia's door. After what feels like eons, you raise your fist softly and tentatively to the door. "Go away," says a quiet voice from behind the door. In the same manner you reply "It's me." "It's unlocked," comes the reply. Quickly and quietly you enter Narancia's room, not wishing to stand out in the hallway feeling lost any longer. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you see the outline of him sitting in bed. He doesn't lay down, and his knees are held loosely to his chest. If it weren't for the present circumstances, you would have noticed his chosen garments of just a loose tank top and sweatpants. You take up the spot beside him on the bed, not wanting to force conversation. Narancia shifts closer to you, and you're oddly reminded of the subtle moment you had witnessed earlier. As the back of your hand finds its place against his, you listen intently for his voice. Part of you fears it may be so quiet that you manage to miss it. "…Birthday..." You strain further to just barely make out his sentence from the silence. "I don't remember when her birthday was." He admits this quietly: to both you and to himself. You silently released a breath that you felt like you'd been holding all day. You raise one arm, allowing Narancia to fall into your side as your arm travels behind his back and rests with your hand at his side. He seems to soften into your hold, the dark obscuring your mounting blush. You nearly feel your heart sink when you begin to feel his breathing become uneven. You subconsciously pull him closer and he lays his head tiredly on your shoulder. His position has him turning in slightly and lean his folded knees over your thighs. You feel the heat at your face increase from the gesture, doubly glad he can't see your face. You find your fingers rubbing comforting circles on Narancia's side as he allows his guard to slowly slip. You rest your cheek on the top of his head, allowing the sweet scents of his hair products to fill your senses.

After a while, Narancia's breathing steadies. In accordance with the lateness of the hour, you shift away from the boy and move to leave the bed. Narancia sits up abruptly at this, grabbing your arm. Taking the hint you settle back in next to him. Once you settled again, Narancia spoke for only the second time since you’d entered the room. "Thank you." It's so very quiet you almost miss it. You're suddenly emboldened, you twist to face him and take the risk of wrapping your arms around the boy. Burying your face in his exposed shoulder, for a moment you fear you've made a mistake. First he lays still, but subduing your nerves he stirs into action to return the embrace. He sighs softly, and the weight of his breath tickles the side of your neck. Narancia leans backwards with his arms still around you, pulling you back as you fall into the plush mattress with him. You let out a yelp from surprise and you can feel Narancia quietly giggle from underneath you. He dispels your fear and worry, as if to remind you he was still the better and healing Narancia you knew. You can’t help but smile as you shift into place next to him. You keep your arms around each other as your legs nearly dangle off the side of his bed. Looking at him now you can see long lashes on closed lids. You can’t resist mapping his face by his freckles. Narancia opens his eyes slowly to look back at you, a smile coming to his lips when you lock eyes. It’s now that you realize the situation you have at hand, wrapped up in Narancia’s strong arms lying in his bed. His eyes seem to search you and you feel a heat coming to your cheeks. He reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Narancia?”

He hesitates before moving to speak.

"Narancia?" you ask.

He's sitting in front of you, his stare burning into the tablecloth of the restaurant. The others had already upped and left. Your eyes meet Bucciarati's cautiously lingering gaze. He gives you a nod and a knowing, telling look. You nod back. Narancia is the closest to you out of the team, but your relationship stretches beyond the rambunctious attitudes and the laughs you two share. You became aware of his backstory at his eventual consent to Bucciarati to share it with you. Not just this, but you're acutely aware of him. The ways he reacts, his moods, his tendencies. Not to mention the extra attention you'd been paying to him in the wake of realizing your crush. You can read him the best, to put it simply. But this? This was a new frontier altogether.

"Nara?" you continue to question.

Leaning over, you place a hand on his shoulder. "We going?" you ask him, standing up from your seat at the end of your question. The fog over Narancia's head gently lifts, though he doesn't return to his usual. "Yeah." He doesn't mutter it, but the word has no feeling behind it. He walks past you and out of the restaurant, already questioning Abbacchio about the details. You decide not to linger, joining the group feeling far from the dark-haired boy. Upon your return to the safe house, you note that Narancia wastes no time in wrapping things up and disappearing to his room. You remain in the kitchen in the early dark, sipping a glass of wine and listening to quiet conversation between Bucciarati and Abbacchio. In the dim light, you pensively reflect on the mission. Narancia didn't say much. Whatever he did say was hard to place. It never quite felt like he was there. He didn't seem to actively avoid you, but he never seemed to get close. You couldn't help but make a note of every time you saw him standing furthest in the group from you. By now everyone had disappeared, Giorno having been the most recent departure. Zoning back in, you realize their conversation had gone quiet. You look up at the two men sitting on the couch opposite you. Bucciarati is looking calmly at you, while Abbacchio shifts and stares at the quietly flickering fireplace.

"That obvious?" You laugh softly, in a quiet voice to not be audible from any of the bedrooms. Bucciarati's gaze softens, and Abbacchio grunts in acknowledgment.

"He would let you in if you knocked." your capo says. You're reassured by his expression. At the same time, you're pretending not to notice the way they sat so close together, how the hands lying between them rested up against each other.

"Go kid, he's probably still awake." You ignore Abbacchio's nickname despite the fact that he's only a few years older than you.

"You can leave the glass," Bucciarati assures.

"We'll finish up in here."

You nod, silently thanking them for their wisdom and smiling secretly at the evidence of progress between your particularly avoidant and/or crush-clueless friends. Your fist hovers unsurely close to the heavy material of Narancia's door. After what feels like eons, you raise your fist softly and tentatively to the door.

"Go away," says a quiet voice from behind the door.

In the same manner, you reply "It's me."

"It's unlocked," comes the reply.

Quickly and quietly you enter Narancia's room, not wishing to stand out in the hallway feeling lost any longer. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you see the outline of him sitting in bed. He doesn't lie down, and his knees are held loosely to his chest. If it weren't for the present circumstances, you would have noticed his chosen garments of just a loose tank top and sweatpants. You take up the spot beside him on the bed, not wanting to force conversation. Narancia shifts closer to you, and you're oddly reminded of the subtle moment you had witnessed earlier. As the back of your hand finds its place against his, you listen intently for his voice. Part of you fears it may be so quiet that you manage to miss it.

"…Birthday…"

You strain further to just barely make out his sentence from the silence.

"I don't remember when her birthday was."

He admits this quietly: to both you and to himself. You silently released a breath that you felt like you'd been holding all day. You raise one arm, allowing Narancia to fall into your side as your arm travels behind his back and rests with your hand at his side. He seems to soften into your hold, the dark obscuring your mounting blush. You nearly feel your heart sink when you begin to feel his breathing become uneven. You subconsciously pull him closer and he lays his head tiredly on your shoulder. His position has him turning in slightly and leaning his folded knees over your thighs. You feel the heat on your face increase from the gesture, doubly glad he can't see your face. You find your fingers rubbing comforting circles on Narancia's side as he allows his guard to slowly slip. You rest your cheek on the top of his head, allowing the sweet scents of his hair products to fill your senses. After a while, Narancia's breathing steadies. In accordance with the lateness of the hour, you shift away from the boy and move to leave the bed. Narancia sits up abruptly at this, grabbing your arm. Taking the hint you settle back in next to him. Once you settled again, Narancia spoke for only the second time since you’d entered the room.

"Thank you."

It's so very quiet you almost miss it. You're suddenly emboldened, you twist to face him and take the risk of wrapping your arms around the boy. Burying your face in his exposed shoulder, for a moment you fear you've made a mistake. First, he lays still, but subduing your nerves he stirs into action to return the embrace. He sighs softly, and the weight of his breath tickles the side of your neck. Narancia leans backward with his arms still around you, pulling you back as you fall into the plush mattress with him. You let out a yelp from surprise and you can feel Narancia quietly giggle from underneath you. He dispels your fear and worry, as if to remind you he was still the better and healing Narancia you knew. You can’t help but smile as you shift into place next to him. You keep your arms around each other as your legs nearly dangle off the side of his bed. Looking at him now you can see long lashes on closed lids. You can’t resist mapping his face by his freckles. Narancia opens his eyes slowly to look back at you, a smile coming to his lips when you lock eyes. It’s now that you realize the situation you have at hand, wrapped up in Narancia’s strong arms lying in his bed. His eyes seem to search you and you feel a heat coming to your cheeks. He reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Narancia?”

He hesitates before moving to speak.

“I like you. A lot.”

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you still do other requests! I have one for JJBA! Could I have bucciarati gang + trish comforting their s/o through some past trauma, I don't mean to make it all sad more of like angst + comfort!

Author Note: Yes I do! I don’t mind this request. I enjoy writing comfort/angst. Thanks for adding Trish Una and requesting this

Bucci gang Comforting Their S/o Through Past Trauma 💙

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno will listen carefully to what you say about your trauma. He’s very comforting and affectionate. He’ll hold you in his arms while you tell him about it.

He’s saddened hearing about your trauma but he’s assuring that he’ll be there for you

Bruno is understanding and he’ll want to help in anyway he can

He’s going to give you his condolences as he’s talking to you

Bruno’s extra careful with you about the topic when discussed or brought up again

Over all he’ll take extra precaution of your well being and checks on your emotional stress, mental health

Narancia Ghirga

He’ll be incredibly worried about you. He’s giving you such saddening eyes. To think his beloved has been through so much. He’s easily holding your hand.

He’ll tell you how awful it is you’ve been through so much and how you didn’t deserve it. He wants to let you know that your loved ones are always there for you including himself

He’ll hold both your hands and look you in the eyes as he’s talking to you the entire time.

Narancia will hug you if you cry. He’ll wipe your tears with his hands and kiss your face.

He wants you to let your emotions out and to tell him all the pain you’ve been through so he can comfort you about it

When your not looking he wipes a tear from his eye

Narancia will invite you on relaxing walks with him a lot so he can be there for you more often

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo feels so heart broken upon you revealing your trauma to him. He would never want you to go through something like it. He understand how it feels more than anyone.

Fugo tells you how strong you are and how he is there for you

He’s also going to hold your hand. His grip will tighten slightly when your head is down cast and he’ll express his thoughts to you.

Fugo will want to know everything, as long as you’re willing. He’ll place a comforting hand on your shoulder while he’s listening.

If you cry he uses his handkerchief to wipe your tears and he wraps his arm around you while you’re talking.

Fugo will be reassuring and really comforting due to his understanding

Fugo will write you love letters expressing so much comforting words from now on. Expect them at least once a week unless his work load is too much or he’s overly stressed

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is someone who would be shocked at first before giving you such a sad expression. The last thing he would want is for this to happen to you.

He’s going to have such a sad expression on his face

Leone wraps an arm around you as he listens. He’ll want you to lean against him or lay your head on your shoulder if you like.

He’ll tell you what’s on his mind and helpful words.

He’s pretty understanding and will want to be helpful

He won’t push it but he’ll tell you expressing it to other close loved ones would be helpful too

If you cry he’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder. He kisses your forehead.

He’ll buy you CDS so you atleast have your favorite music when he’s not there. He lets you barrow his own CDS too. If you don’t use CDS he pays for your Spotify premium, music apps or however it is you access music. He wants something good quality for you.

He’s going to send more text messages comforting you and asking about your well being

Trish Una

She’ll also be heart broken upon knowing you’ve been through so much. Her eyes glisten as she gives you a worried expression.

She’ll listen to all you have to say and express her concern for your well being

If you’re okay with it she’ll like to sit on your lap and hold you in her arms so you can lay your head against her should or chest, or she’ll also want you to lay in her arms.

She used her handkerchief to wipe your tears if you cry. It smells like chamomile and her

Trish wants to tell you how strong you are and how she’s honored you’d tell her about your trauma since it isn’t easy expressing. She loves you and wants to tell you she is there for you.

Trish also wants to have a full on conversation about what happened and gives you words of affirmation

Every once in a while she’ll make you a card comforting you about your trauma. They’re kind words of affirmation without directly talking about your trauma

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno will listen to all you have to say before responding

He tells you his exact thoughts. How it’s saddening you’ve been through such trauma, how he’ll do everything in his power to help, and his responses to what happened to you.

He has a worried expression and he’s going to hold your face the entire time. He’ll rub his thumb affectionately on your cheek to comfort you. If not he’ll lightly hold your face. Leaning against his touch will be comforting because he’s so gentle and his hand smells like flowers.

Giorno expresses comforting words and he’ll give you helpful words

If you cry he’s holding you in his arms or sitting you on his lap to hold your hand while the other wipes your tears

When he’s in bed that night hell stay up thinking about it and tears up a bit about it. He‘s more than motivated to help you. He’s going to call you from work everyday to check on you and your over all well being.

Guido Mista

He’s going to be shocked by all that has happened to you but the minute you bring it up he’s right by your side

Mista wants you to express everything to him

He’ll give you helpful words and how you need to express your feelings to all your loved ones too. He thinks it’s important for your well being but he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable bringing it up.

He wants to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you

Guido promises to be there for you. He’s having a full on discussion with you about what you’ve brought up.

If you cry he wants to sit you on his lap or lay you against his chest

His words will be comforting and meaningful

From then on he’ll make you breakfast every morning or take you out in the morning so he can spend more time with you. Asking about your mental status, how you’re doing, he wants to make sure you’re okay, that everything is going to be okay if you feel as though it’s not.

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