#[[OKAY THATS IT GIORNO SOLVED EVERYTHING]]

[notsodaily-smolkakyoin]

just turns all his knives into flowers, checkmate

[[ No more knives ]]

@crepcscolo

[wxnnabe]

So turns out the boy I like has a girlfriend 🤟😔🤟 can I have some suuuuuuper fluffy bucci gang (+ Trish) relationship hc's for consolation?

THAT SUCKS SM I HAD THE SAME THING HAPPEN TO ME SO LETS DINE IN OUR SORROWS TOGETHER (also i kind of did more of a drabble thingy i hope thats okay!!):

 Bruno is a kind and loved man. Even before you had met the man, you’d hear the whispers and giggles of young girls gushing over his good looks and how caring he was. You, too were not excluded from this and quickly fell for his charms. 

Having just started the small job you picked up helping at the coffee shop near your house, he came in regularly enough for you to be on something more than friendly terms. Your boss teased the two of you sometimes, and this time was no different.

 “My my, I understand you’re a busy man Mr. Buccelati, but I wonder if there’s another reason you keep coming in on Saturday mornings?” You swear your heart skips a beat when Bruno looks up at you to reply to you.

“Well, what other day can I see you?” When you do recover, you slip him your number with a warm smile.

“Any other day you’re free, if you’d like,” When he smiles back and gives you a chuckle, and your heart almost jumps out of your chest for the second time that day as he says there’s nothing he’d like more. 

 - Bruno is a slow burn- he doesn’t easily fall in love with others, but god is he good. He’s almost never late to a date no matter how busy he is, likes to shower you with love and affection, and everyone is in love with the two of you as a couple. 

 - Shopping trips are a full day outing, and very expensive-he wants the best for you, and your fashion is no less. Though he couldn’t care less about what you wear, he always offers the more expensive of the two-he claims its of better quality but you know he’s trying to spoil them. They let him do it, but only because the smile he gives them is absolutely radiant. 

- When Giorno became Don, he made it his mission to repay Bruno back for what he had lost to the mafia. A villa by the ocean, 20 minutes from the Naples city and yet so far away from the worries of his life as a Capo. This way, he is reassured that his s/o is as safe as they can be-at least, with his past. 

- Lots of cuddles in private. Even in public, everyone knows they are his weakness. Looking to them with a smile, kisses to their fingers as greeting, he’s the perfect gentleman in public. In private though he feels like he can just hold them, and he loves it. He’d give anything to feel them in his arms. He’ll give them a kiss on their head, listen to their crazy day and talk about his own, talk about hopes and dreams, worries and fears, anything and everything until they fall asleep. 

- His favourite way to fall asleep is with his hand entwined in theirs as they fall asleep. When he wakes up next to them he is usually already up, and there’s a note next to them bidding them a morning as stunning as they are and a mouth watering, delightful smell of breakfast on the way. 

- He’d love to take his s/o fishing, swimming, or anything to do with the ocean. His more pleasant memories were made there as a child, and the beach house he retires to is perfect for evening walks on the beach. 

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Soon after you closed the door of your home, you felt the tears you held in well up in your eyes as you pouted and let out a sniffle. Abbacchio was there the moment he heard your sob. 

 “Hey. Something happened, didn’t it? H-Hey, shit, don’t cry! Crap, don’t worry…I’m right here for you,” You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands circle your waist, and you let the tears stream openly down your face as you let out some miserable sobs. 

He’s not someone you’d expect to be good at comforting, but he was quiet, and let you vent your problems with your cries. He wouldn’t try to solve the problem until after you felt better, but you found you liked it better that way. 

You held onto him tighter, and as your cries subsided, he kissed you on your head as he wiped the last of your tears from your face. 

“Tesoro…What would you like to do now? Whatever you want to do to relax, or forget….we can do it,” You cup his cheek and bring it down to kiss it. 

“Shall we read together? Watch a movie? I’d love something slow right about now,” He let out a ghost of a smile, and laced his hand in yours. 

“How about Dracula-” You cut him off and gave him a pleading look.  

“Something with a happy ending this time?” He scoffs, but his grinning even as he lets out a sigh. 

“I suppose for you…” 

 - Abbacchio is a grumpy goth who is more in love with them than he cares to admit. But they know, and frankly, so does everyone else. (It’s not hard to see, he’s very protective.) 

- He’s protective to a fault- once you establish that it sometimes comes off more as overprotective and that they’re not going anywhere anytime soon, he will calm down. Still, it sure is a nice sight to see, Abbacchio coming to their rescue whenever they feel unsafe for any reason. Spider or having to walk home late after work, he’ll be there. They try not to tease him too much, because he already has a blush on his face rocking up to their workplace. 

- It takes a while to get used to cuddling. He’s muscled but warm, stiff yet his tall figure is heaven to cuddle into. Once you get used to each other, and he relaxes more into your embrace, cuddling is so good. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves being spooned every once in a while. They tend to spoon him more often, because he drifts off to sleep much quicker in their arms. 

- Lucky them, they get to see him smile! When he’s truly happy, comfy, and at peace he smiles-at first it’s rare, but the longer they are together the more they get to see his smile. They tease him by making him breakfast and calling out “I think I deserve a smile as a reward!” He grumbles, but of course, who is he to deny his s/o? 

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“Boo!” You jumped slightly as your boyfriends hands snaked around your waist, making your boyfriend chortle up with laughter. You shoot him a playful glare and tut, moving your face away from his as he laughs and pulls you closer for a kiss. 

“No kisses for ghosts!” You cover your face and peek out, only to see a grinning Mista leaning back slightly. 

“Ah, amore, your words hurt! How can you call me a ghost? Those things look kind of slippery…” His face paled slightly, and you couldn’t help but take advantage of the perfect chance to catch him by surprise. 

You pulled your hands away to snake around his neck and gave him a peck on his nose. He looked up, confused and blushing, and you laughed aloud at his expression and kissed him again-this time, a sweet kiss on his lips. He held onto your chin gently as you parted, and gave you an accusing look. 

“So you would kiss one of those slippery things?” You bit your lip to hold back the rest of your giggles, and tap his nose gently in the spot you kissed not a moment ago. 

“Only if that ghost was you,” 

- Mista is a sloppy lovesick teen near you- but it’s okay, because he barely gets time to relax nowadays with his place as the Don’s right hand man. Whether they see his business front or not, they are glad he has somewhere he can just be as silly as he likes. 

- The conversations he has with his s/o are really wild, and his s/o will either get used to it or will learn to. They keep up with him pretty well, and the others are amazed and annoyed at how his convoluted conspiracies are still going. It’s almost a secret language only a couple of his close friends understand and can follow, and he’d love it if his s/o would follow along in his nonsense talk. If they haven’t seen Mista at work, it will surprise them with how protective he is. He has an almost confident nature about himself, if the way he tucks his gun into his pants is one thing to go by. He throws them a carefree smile, but his voice lowers an octave as he whispers how he won’t let anyone hurt them, ever. 

- He cuddles everywhere-to the point where Trish will joke that their attached at the hip or something. He always has his arm around their shoulder,his arms wrapped around their waist, or a hand loosely hung round their neck as he gives them a happy welcome home kiss. He just loves the feeling of their body, especially next to his. It’s just something that he can’t get over no matter how hard he tries, but if pda makes them uncomfortable he tones it down. 

- He does run super warm-this comes to their advantage when winter rolls around. He’s already grinning and hugging them closer in autumn, because he knows they never like leaving his side in the frigid mornings and nights. He’ll warm their hands, telling them to snuggle in closer at night, even though he complains when their cold skin hits him so abruptly. “You should just cuddle all the time, then I’ll never have to deal with your cold feet,” 

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You give a tentative knock on Fugo’s door, and you hear a frustrated and exhausted yes? from the other side. 

 “Tesoro, I made dinner for you. Would you like to sit down for a moment? It’s almost 9,” You pause for a moment, before stepping back and calling out to Fugo’s room.

“I’ll bring it up for you,” The door opens, and you turn to give Fugo a soft smile as greeting. 

“Darling, you-you shouldn’t have…” Fugo gives you a look of guilt, and you nod in reply. 

“You’ve been at your study all day. You must be starving,” He sighed, and nodded. He gave the study a final glance before walking towards you, following you to the dining room. 

“You should’ve stopped me earlier, love. I would’ve helped out-” You snorted at him. 

“Since when do you cook?” He gave you a playful glare, and wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed the top of his head. 

“I’m a fast learner. You could teach me, so I can be the one to dote on you sometimes,” You smile, and clasp your hands on top of his own. 

“Oh, I don’t ne-” Before you could finish, Fugo had cut you off, and you shuddered when as you could feel his breath tickling your ear.

“But I want to, tesoro. For everything you do for me. For everything you are to me,” 

- Fugo, for all his rage and quick temperament, is quite a sweet young man. He doesn’t fall in love as easy as Mista and Narancia, yet it isn’t as blindingly hard for him to accept affection as it is Abbacchio. Fugo is self aware of the issues he has, and his quick violent temper is always one of them; still, he would never even think of hurting his s/o. He’s getting better at calming down, and they’re perfect at knowing when he needs time to cool off. He feels more comforted knowing they’ll give him breathing space before he comes back and properly apologises. Dating them has felt so easy that he barely has doubts as to whether he really deserves the love they give him. 

- Talking about sweet, he is the typical boyfriend material, the stuff of trashy rom coms of the boy next door. Their first date is in a sweet little coffee shop bookstore, he walks them home after-because the date just wasn’t enough, and he just needed to see more of you before the date had finished. He always remembers dates, and always seems to have just the date you’d love planned out-he pays attention to what you like and don’t like and it shows in the presents he buys, but even more so in your dates. At first, he thought believed he did as an apology for the times he lashed out-later on, he realises seeing that awed smile on their face is enough to have him smug for days. 

- He really appreciates someone who can keep up an intellectual conversation with him. This doesn’t mean its a prerequisite to be his lover, but he loves the idea of a curious soul. So long as his s/o is eager to learn, he would love to share his knowledge with them-no cutlery involved. Alternatively, an s/o who has more of a simple, easygoing nature is bound to calm him down and get him to slow down when his curiosity turns into long nights staring at a heavy textbook in front of him. 

- He’s sort of cold to the touch, so if his s/o is more warm blooded it is a godsend. If not, he’ll never forget to turn on the electric blanket before bed. He prefers to be cuddled, being cradled in someones arms is such a new and amazing feeling to him that he craves the time when they can cuddle. He is touch starved, and even little displays of affection is enough to have him thanking whatever higher order that they love him. 

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“Narancia, where are you taking me…” you put your hands out gingerly to feel around for any obstacles you might smack into. You could hear Narancia’s giddy grin in the way he laughed-you trusted your boyfriend, of course, but considering he held both his hands to your eyes as he guided you…somewhere, you were worried where this would lead to. 

“Nowhere sketchy, I promise! You trust me, right?” You smiled and nodded. 

“Yes…but if you lead me into a pond I may just have to reconsider,” He cackled, and he paused slightly as he collected himself to reply, gently poking you to move forward. 

“I would never! You’re not as fun to prank as Mista,” Thank goodness for that, you thought dryly as Narancia turned your body and came to a stop. 

“Okay, we’re here! You can open your eyes now,” On cue, Narancia pulled his hands away from your eyes and dropped them at his sides. 

As you adjusted to the light, or lack of, you could make out a picnic rug and some packets of food. Indeed, he had arranged a picnic in the outside garden-right under the stars, you note as you turn to Narancia with a smile and a blush on your face. 

 “Narancia…” You could make out a sheepish smile on his face in the dark, and you wondered if he remembered to bring a torch or light. He’s suddenly in front of you, and his hands ghost your waist as he looks at you hopefully. You chuckle, and step in closer to him as you link your arms behind his neck. 

 “I thought you needed a break from all that work stuff tonight. And, y'know, I wanna give you some T-L-C!” He spells out the end part of his sentence as he leaves kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead-everywhere but your lips. And you love it, honestly-but you would also love to see what your eating tonight, so you place a finger over his lips. 

“Nara, love, do we have a light? I don’t mean to break the mood, its all so perfect, but we’ll have trouble with the picnic part of tonight if not…” He blinks, and his lips form an “o” shape and he lets go of you and glances to the house. 

“Just stay right there! I’ll be back in two seconds, I swear!” He jogs back to the house and you can’t help but laugh. You’d go in with him to search for an outdoor lamp with him, but who would guard the food? No one, it turned out as you opened a chip packet for yourself while you waited for your boyfriends return. 

- Narancia is a super fun boyfriend! At first, he thinks he’s gotta be the fun, flirty boyfriend that wooed you into a first date, but with time he realises he can be more open with you-life isn’t always going to be great, and you help teach him to rely on you little when he isn’t feeling all that great. That he can let down his guard near you and be a bit more vulnerable. 

- That being said, he’s still very much the fun loving adventurous boyfriend that will convince you rock climbing will be super fun (and he makes it super fun, because none of the dates you go on could be half as much fun as they are with Narancia). He loves to spend as much time with you as possible, and gets whiny when your gone for long periods of time. 

- LIVES for protecting them. If there’s a spider in the room, he’ll bring it outside for them! Someone giving you trouble at a bar? he’ll fight them for you! (they’ve already been kicked out of a couple of bars because of this). If his s/o mentions how safe they feel around him, he will be on cloud nine for weeks. He is quite insecure about his lack of education, and he feels as though it makes him a weak link-in the gang, in your relationship- so when its something he definitely can help with, it makes him feel like he truly belongs by their side 

- Super affectionate and loves to cuddle! He cuddles sort of like a koala and his grip is so tight, it’s hard to get up and do anything once your sat down. Cuddling on picnic dates is a must, and they often spend hours at the couch just talking-about their hopes, their dreams, and silly little things about their days. It’s something that, Narancia finds, he cannot do without. He is sorely disappointed if they don’t get to share each others warmth that day, but he’ll be sure to pester them the next day about owing him double the cuddle time-they better have prepared some time for it! 

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You had almost given up on Giorno making it home tonight when a growing twig blooming into beautiful flowers crawled through the window out of the corner of your eye. If you weren’t accustomed to his sneaky antics you would have jumped, but instead you walked to the window to open it up. 

You found Giorno smiling up above you, and you pushed the window up to let him through, laughing as he climbed from the tree he had made to your window. 

“What are you, some thief come to steal me away? I do have a front door, you know,” He chuckled as he turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he dipped his head and tilted your face to give you a lingering kiss. As you both broke away, he smiled at you. 

“Hmm, y'know, that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea…” As if on cue, he held you tighter as he gave you a devillish grin. 

“What are you-” 

“Let me hold you, amore,” you nod, because there’s no way you’re getting out of whatever the boy has planned for you. As he holds you in his arms, he climbs out of the window and with a wish of his hands and a whisper to his Stand, the tree grows taller, scaling the building. 

You watch in awe as the branches seem to age, growing and growing so quickly you can see the tiny fragile vines turn to trunks before you. By the time you reach the top of your apartment complex, the tree looks so much older than the young sap Giorno had been guiding into your room from the gap in your window. 

He steps onto the roof, and the view is the first thing you see. Its beautiful, really-to be able to see the bustling midday rush home to have lunch and a break from their busy morning. The apartment was blocked up by some taller ones, but you still had a view that you otherwise wouldn’t get at your apartment. You smiled up at Giorno. 

“This is all so beautiful, Giorno. Really,” He give him a quick peck as you gesture to the tree. 

“What kind of tree is that? I’ve never seen a tree that could grow that tall before in my life,” He grinned at you, walking to where you were and leaning in. 

“Its called an Aspen. They originate from northern Europe and Asia, and can grow up to about 40 meters. This one is probably mid age?” Your eyes widen. 

“So it can still grow taller?” He nodded, and you let out a soft wow as you let your hand wander the smooth trunks. He chuckled, and reached out to hold your chin. You turned to him with a curious expression, and he just laughed. 

“You’re perfect,” You felt your cheeks heat up as he uttered the words. You, in fact, were about to say the same for him. 

- Giorno seems like the perfect lover-in reality, he’s a little awkward and cheesy. He hasn’t really had any practise or experience dating, and he is one to throw himself into his ambition than to chase silly little crushes. Still, he is a fast learner, and his flirting gets more effortless with time. His s/o will never let him live down the awkward rigid confession that had them questioning his honesty. 

- He is all for the excess. Once he gets a taste of spoiling his s/o, he’s almost addicted to the rush of it-he loves seeing that awed expression on their face, it reminds him they aren’t leaving him anytime soon. He understands it may be embarrasing for his s/o, still; there is nothing he wouldn’t do for them, and rather than tell them this he feels its more fitting to show them just that. In turn, any small present that they spent weeks saving up for to get him, little things they happen upon and thought of him, he lets them know these are just as important and special to him. Personalised presents, presents or physical real things that show their love and affection is something very special to him, no matter what the gift is. 

- When Giorno becomes Don he is even busier than ever before, and its hard to even get any time with him. But he always makes time for you-whether its on the phone or in person. He wouldn’t trade his dream for anything; still, it is lonely not having his s/o by his side. He never forgets valentines, their birthday, anniversary-he makes sure to work on balancing his two dreams as well as he can. It pains him to think they are as lonely as he is. 

- He isn’t used to physical affection, so cuddling feels…strange, at first. He’s awkward in receiving affection at first, but he gets used to it in time. He’s thankful for his s/o’s patience-because when he’s used to cuddling he can’t seem to get enough. He’s been touch starved all his life, and he finds his mind wandering during the day, wanting to them in his arms. He is barely the little spoon. It takes him longer to accept someone guarding him from the world-he’s used to having no one but himself and his will to survive, but it certainly isn’t a bad feeling. 

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“Oh, it’s finally over! Come here, I’ve missed your touch, darling,” You see, as your walking to open the door, your fiance already walking to you, arms open for you. You don’t hesitate in hurrying to her side, holding her waist as she did yours. 

“Ah, Trish. How did your tour go? Please, tell me, all about, your tour….” You managed to utter the words in between the kisses she was adorning your face with. She groans slightly, and you jump a little. You weren’t used to her heavenly voice being so close to your own. 

“Oh, can’t it wait? I haven’t seen you in months!” You laugh at the pout she gives you and you bring her lips to your own with enthusiasm. She returns your own vigour by pressing herself closer to you, tilting her head as one of her hands climbed to rest on the small of your back. By the time the two of you broke for air, you realised her hand was resting on your cheek. You blinked, trying to remember just what you were going to say. She laughed at your expression. 

“Oh, there you are teasing me again…” She drops her hand to flick at the collar on your blazer.

“Still, your right, we have much to catch up on. And I want to hear your voice as much as my own, tesoro,” She kisses your forehead before twirling out of your grasp, dancing her way to the bathroom. 

“Surely we’ve earn’t some time together in the bath, no? Get the champagne ready, darling. I’m starting the spa. Now, where did I put those…” 

- If you managed to get Trish to love you, prepare to be loved like never before. She adores spoiling you, and though she expects the same its never hard to find a reason to spoil her the way she deserves. Designer clothing, a house so big you have trouble finding each other in it, the best food, water, jewels-she jokes that she’ll get you two gold plated walkie talkies so you can hear each other through the decadence she drowns you in. 

- Still, she wants you to follow your dreams as much as she did-and, whatever that may be, she’s quick to help you networking and building your career and dreams. The two of you become busy, of course;there are months where you don’t get to see each other, but the two of you make it up to each other tenfold. She loves the ambition the two of you share, and it makes her feel less guilty for spending so much time away from you when you have an ambition of your own. Still she makes sure to spoil you even if you are content in living simply. 

- She can be quite protective in her own right. The moment she feels as though you are uncomfortable in a setting, she’s got venomous words horrible enough threaten to ruin someones life at the ready. Her words and icy glare could cut harder than a blade, and she definitely spooked more than a couple creepers when their hand suddenly feel more akin to slime. She tries to make sure you are comfortable most of all, but can’t help but let out some curses and insults at them. Bubble!! Baths!! She probably has soaps and bubbles expensive enough to pay six months’ worth of rent, and she’s not saving then just for herself! She adores washing up together and grooming together. It soothes her, being able to run her hands through your hair as the two of you relax from a long exhausting day-she must have a bath before cuddling, she won’t do without it. It just feels right, like the two of them can truly relax being warm and clean an in each others arms.