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Hello! I was wondering if I could request the bucci gang reacting to their girlfriend accidentally stumbling upon them facing off an enemy and then taken hostage? Their gf is just a normal girl who doesn’t know about their stands or criminal life, she just gets caught up in the whole fight accidentally (cause she saw her bf and followed them) and when the enemy figures out she’s their gf, they take her hostage or smth similar to that!

Bucci gang: clueless

Pairings: Bruno Bucciarati x reader, Leone Abbacchio x reader, Guido Mista x reader, Giorno Giovanna x reader, Pannacotta Fugo x reader, Ghirga Narancia x reader.

Warnings: implied fem reader in some but no explicit mention, reader CAN’T see stands, some angst so the scenarios are varied, (not a warning but Mista is 6’0”), petnames, mild violence (nothing descriptive).

Notes - awhh yeahh babey! Love this idea, love damsel in distress reader, ty for the request!

Bruno Buccarrati

“Yeah mama, I know.” You told her manoeuvring your phone, balancing it between your shoulder and your ear. “The rustling? Oh I’m just tying my shoelace, yeah, I’m out right now, I’m just finishing up some errands then I’ll- wait mama, hang on a minute.” You paused, lifting your eyes up from the concrete.

Was that Bruno? You squinted, as if that would help you see clearer into the distance. What was he doing here?

Involuntarily, the corners of your lips twisted upwards into a smile, what a wonderful surprise.

Your mother called your name from the phone, bringing your attention back to what you were previously doing. You picked your phone up, holding it to your ear, “mama? Sorry, sorry, I just saw Bruno here th- yeah, Bruno my boyfriend, remember the one I was telling you about? Mhm, I’ll call you back I’m going to go…” you faltered towards the end of your sentence, falling silent upon seeing a strange man approaching Bruno.

“Hello… [name]? Hello? Is everything alright dear?” You heard your mother ask on the other side of the line.

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as you failed to respond to your mama. The ambience of this person felt extremely unnatural, there was something dangerously off about this individual, just being near them sent shivers down your spine.

You clutched your phone in a vice like grip, once more glimpsing over at Bruno and that unusual man.

You brought your nail up to your lips, holding it in your teeth, momentarily bringing you relief.

Perhaps you were overthinking, you looked over your phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. You exhaled, slumping, nothing happened.

You ran your hands over your face, what was up with you today, how did you delude yourself into thinking such a thing-

“Oh my gosh!” You gasped as your phone slipped out of your hand, plummeting down to the concrete floor.

Scrambling to find your phone, you dropped to the floor, desperately crawling around on the faded slabs looking for the small device.

You felt cold metal brush your fingertips as the sound of your mother’s frantic voice gushed out of the speaker.

You snatched it from the bin it had fallen under then crawled to hide behind that same bin.

“M-mama.” You spoke, voice shaking with each word you tried to get out, “I- Bruno, mama I don’t know what to do.” You whispered hushed.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, you knew it, you weren’t wrong but nothing made sense.

You felt like your eyes had been deceiving you, as though you were going crazy, but you weren’t, you know you weren’t you’d seen it with your very own eyes.

Just when you’d decided that man wasn’t a threat and you were halfway towards Bruno, a ton of blood came seeping out from his right arm, which you had just noticed was split down the middle.

It happened almost instantaneously yet it seemed as though nothing attacked him, the other man hadn’t even moved an inch yet clearly from the fresh wound on his arm he had been attacked.

You slapped your cheeks, reminding yourself of what was presently happening.

With your head now slightly clearer, you cut the call with your mum quickly messaging: “had to go, love you, speak later.” Now that your mum was taken care of, you swiped onto the phone keypad and dialled the number of the police, waiting with baited breath as each dial passed.

Leaning forward, you took a peek at where Bruno stood, only to see him get punched in the lower jaw, his bottom lip splitting in the corner on impact.

You bit your tongue as tears limned your lower lash line, you wished you could be of more help but realistically if Bruno was struggling what would you be able to do.

Perched on your knees, you angled your phone camera so that the violent man was within frame.

You dropped your phone horrified when the flash shone brightly like a beacon of light, praying from behind the bin that you hadn’t been noticed.

You chastised yourself, how could you be so stupid as to not check!

You daringly took another look so you could get a grasp of the situation, every which way you looked you couldn’t find a singular face of that guy, all you could see was Bruno holding his injured arm; befuddled.

Your shoulders dropped as your chest deflated, releasing a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

Pushing the bin with your leg, you crawled out of your hiding spot cautiously, ready to run to assist Bruno.

As you attempted to stand up you felt a callous hand wrap around your ankle, causing your head to whip around to the offender.

“Hello sunshine, didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk around private affairs?”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to scream, but before you could do so he moved behind you, clamping his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream.

He restrained you in his grip, moving back to where he stood previously.

You bit his hand, hard, in the hopes that he’d release you but it was to no avail.

The man hissed in pain, yet his grip still remained firm as the two of you came in Bruno’s field of view.

Bruno’s jaw ticked, since when were you here.

“I take it that now you’ll listen?” He spoke, his hot, smelly breath wafting into your face.

“There’s no need to involve a civilian.” Bruno said, his breath laboured.

He grinned from behind you, “oh but you and me both know this isn’t just any ordinary civilian don’t we?”

Bruno looked at him straight-face, “I have no idea what you’re implying.”

“Oh really?” He challenged.

He moved his hand from over your mouth to the sides of your jaw-

“Stop.” Bruno demanded unable to take his taunts anymore, “we’ll release your team member, however, first hand the civilian over to me.”

You looked at your boyfriend, feeling slightly lightheaded.

“How can I trust you.” Snarled the enemy user.

Bruno chucked a small device at him, from the corner of your eye it seemed like a GPS, however your pounding head left you unsure on what it actually was.

Seemingly satisfied, he released you from his hold, chucking you to where Bruno was leaving you stumbling as you tried to catch yourself.

Bruno rushed forward, catching you in his arms allowing the enemy user to escape. Later, that’d be a nuisance to deal with however your safety was of much more importance.

He looked at you as you wrapped your arms around him, you hadn’t even had the chance to cry with everything happening all at once.

He placed his uninjured arm around the small of your back, holding you close as clung to him.

You looked at Bruno, your eyes still limned with tears, “Bruno… I-”

He shushed you, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

Your eyes flutter shut as you leant into his hand, unaware of the fact that you were losing consciousness, your stress now catching up with you.

Quick to react, Bruno scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest; bridal style.

He frowned, kissing your forehead remorsefully, “I’m sorry Carina.”

Guido Mista

Seeing how a viel of darkness had now taken over the previously clear blue sky, you started to pack your things up into your colourful customised beach basket, courtesy of Mista.

He really was so cute.

You grabbed your cover up skirt, tying it tightly around your waist before putting your baby blue flip flops on.

Squatting comfortably, you grabbed your phone and skimmed over your unanswered notifications.

You smiled as your eyes took notice of a notification from “mi-mi;)”, immediately tapping on it.

Mi-mi: hey pretty baby

Mi-mi: u headin home

You: yeah babeyy I’m omw now

*mista sent one attachment*

Mi-mi: missin u wifey ( o ⊰ o)<3

You: 🤣🫵

You: ew.

Mi-mi: hey.

You: are you coming home soon?

Mi-mi: yeah I just gotta deal with smth first, then im all yours

*you sent one attachment*

You: kay babe, I’ll be waiting for ya at home, be quick :( I love you

Mi-mi: promise

Mi-mi: I love you too ;)

You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you powered your phone off.

Dusting the sand off of your cover up, you picked up the basket and started walking to the beach’s exit, a slight skip in your step after having talked to Mista.

You set your bag down on the bench as you checked the time on the bus stop. 25 minutes, kinda long, but not too bad.

You sat down one the bench, one leg crossed over the other, and re-reached into your bag for your phone.

You lifted your gaze up, halting your scrolling when you saw a flash of zebra print enter your vision.

Gingerly, you grabbed your bag and stood up, turning the corner where you saw the zebra print flash by.

“Mi-mi?” You called out affectionately, rounding the corner.

The man paused in his tracks at the sound of your voice, your nickname.

You knew it was him, there was only one man in Italy who’d be bold enough to wear zebra print pants, that man being Mista of course.

Dropping your bag beside you, you ran, or at least attempted to run in your flip flops to meet him, and pulled his head down to kiss him lightly as a greeting.

You felt him kiss you back until his eyes widened in recognition, as though something had just clicked in him.

He pushed you back, away from him as you furrowed your brows, confused.

“No, no, no.” He lamented, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Amore, what are ya doing here, you’re suppose to be at home?” He asked turning towards you.

Completely out of the loop, you responded, “what do you mean? I told you I’m heading home, and to do that I need to catch the bus?”

You pointed towards the direction of the bus stop as Mista processed your information.

“Ah, right! Well you need to get going, now!” He informed, pushing you towards the bus stop by the small of your back.

“Hang on!” You spluttered exasperated, “Mista! Wait , wait a minute!” You stopped in your tracks, panting.

“What’s your deal?” You demanded, wanting to know what was causing such unusual behaviour.

“Nothing! It’s just late, you should get home now c’mon.” He told you pulling you by your hand.

Mista notice how your eyes bore into him, trying to figure out what he was thinking however when your hand tightened around his he figured you’d disregarded the matter.

The two of you ran hand in hand past the bus stop, and continued running till you were about half way home or rather until you couldn’t keep up with Mista’s freakishly high stamina.

“Mista,” you panted, ridding yourself of his hand, “I’m tired, can’t we just wait for a moment.” You told him slowing down, putting your hands on your knees.

“No babe! I-” he sighed exasperated, “look I promise I’ll tell you later but for now please, work with me.”

You heaved out a frustrated sigh but listened nonetheless, “alright alright, I-” a shrill scream left your throat before you could even finish your sentence.

Within seconds, Mista had his pistol aimed and ready to fire, his eyes instantly locked on the target behind you.

“Merda.” He cursed under his breath, how could he have let this have happen under his watch, “the hell do ya want huh!? I thought I finished you off earlier.” Mista spat venomously, fed up with the individual who had been pursuing him for 45 minutes.

You looked at Mista alarmed, “Mista…w-what-”

The man behind you, who up till now you still hadn’t seen squished your cheeks with his calloused hand, mocking both you and Mista.

“Get off of me!” You exclaimed in disgust as you pried his fingers off of your face, only for him to latch onto to your wrist like a leech, drawing you much closer to him than necessary.

He grabbed his phone out, flicking onto his camera roll, “Oi, I already told you, you messed with the boss’s daughta’ this is what happens when you mess with anything associated with the boss.”

Mista scoffed, “what the fu- you’re delusional! Who is that!” He asked seeing he had no recollection of this woman.

“stupido coglione, che razza di organizzazione idiota è questa. (stupid jerk, what kind of idiotic organization this is).” He muttered under his breath, pulling the reload trigger on his pistol.

“Ah, ah, ah.” The assiliant clicked his tongue in disappointment, “drop your gun, all the boss wants to do is talk.”

Mista’s brows drew together at the absurdity of this lacky, “what is wrong with you, just give me back my (s/o)/(girlfriend), stop being such a prick.”

“No seriously creep, leave us alone.” You chimed in scolding whoever that guy was.

“Hey.” His face contorted into an expression of distain, prompting Mista to fire a warning shot behind the enemy. “Drop the gun.”

You parted your mouth to speak in retaliation, when a cracking pain spread throughout your wrist, causing fat clear tears to roll down you cheeks.

Mista watched helplessly, he would have aimed and fired however you were moving around too much for his pistol to get a clear shot which would immobilise his target.

Heaving sobs wracked your chest, the pain within your wrist throbbing more intensely each second.

“Alright!” Mista exhaled, choosing to comply. He lowered down his pistol slowly, raising his hands up in surrender as he got up.

“Now kick it away.”

“Mista, don’t.” You sniffed, stray tears still running down your cheeks.

He kicked it slightly to the side of him, just far enough so he could get to it within a second.

“Good boy.”

The vein in his temple pulsed out as the other man started to speak again, “come here once more tomorrow at noon, bring 100k as compensation, y’know for the heartbreak and we’ll trade you back your bella, capisce.”

“Mist-!” You attempted to reach out to him, to tell him not to make any rash decisions but as you attempted to do so a bright white flash engulfed you.

Mista grabbed his gun, “Naw-!” Yet as soon as he looked up you were gone.

“Bastard!” He grabbed his hat, squeezing his head in disbelief.

It’d only taken him one second, however he was one second too late.

Leone Abbacchio

Sighing in relief, you pulled apart the flimsy black strings that held your apron together in a neat bow.

Your checked your phone with heavy eyes, a result of working a 6am shift, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only 2pm.

Hopefully Abbacchio would be home by now, his schedule always varied due to his mysterious occupation, so you never really knew when you would see him.

You especially wanted to see him since today you received some freebies from the makeup store you work at, one of those freebies being pink lipstick.

You bit your lip in contemplation, huh, you’d never actually seen Leone in any other lipstick colour than purple. Perhaps you’d pull a misplaced prank on him today so you could see him wear pink.

Giggling to yourself, you checked your phone, and low and behold, to your surprise there actually was a message from your boyfriend.

The thought of him texting made your giggles resurface, he was awful at texting.

Leone: where are you?

You: at work, just finished, why?

Leone:👋

You furrowed your brows in confusion. This is why you preferred to call him, in fact that’s what you’d do now.

The dial tone obnoxiously rung in your ear thrice before Leone picked up, you called out his name as he finally picked up yet in return all you received was the deafening sound of static.

“Hello?” You shouted into the phone, drawing out the “o” sound.

You shoved your belongings in your bag, a frown etched on your face. “Leone? This isn’t funny, is this a prank because it’s not a good one. What’s going on?”

“You’re scaring me!” You confessed even though all you got in return was that ever present heavy silence, “I’m leaving work now, I don’t know what you’re doing but we’ll talk later.”

Your nails clinked against your phone screen as you roughly tapped the end call button, your eyes glued to your phone as exited the makeup store.

As soon as you stepped out, you felt your wrist being yanked to the left causing your whole body to fall.

You braced yourself for impact but it never came as you collided into a strong lean frame instead of falling onto your knees.

Tendrils of silver hair tickled your nose as you steadied yourself.

You looked up at Abbacchio, annoyance and slight panic carved onto his face, his temple vein pulsing in anger.

“Leone? What’s goi-”

Immediately, he slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling out the rest of your sentence.

He leant down to your hight, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered, “they’re tracking us, my phone was taken, just stay close to me and stay quiet so you don’t get hurt.”

Despite not having a clue about who “they” were, you nodded.

“Give me your phone.” He commanded, his large palm outspread ready to receive your phone.

You rummaged through your bag, plucking the cold device out when it met your finger tips.

Once in his hand, Abbacchio smashed your phone against the brick wall, instantly shattering it on impact. You pouted seeing your precious device crumble before your very eyes.

“Hey, stop with the long face. I’ll buy you a new one okay?” He asserted, stroking the top of your head.

You sighed in compliance, however there was one question that kept nagging at your brain. “Why did they track me though.” You blurted out, you couldn’t help but feel slightly worried there was something wrong with your phone security.

He grunted already foreseeing what would happen, “because… you’re the only number actually saved under a name in my phone.” He reluctantly admitted.

You grinned at him, pleased. “I knew you loved me, at home I’m rewarding you with a fat kiss.”

“Please don’t.” He frowned, exhibiting mock discontent although the tale-tale redding of his ears gave him away, making you smile wider your grin.

“I-!”

“Stop talking chatterbox.” He reprimanded as though he were your teacher, “c’mon let’s just get out of here before they try something idiotic like taking you hostage.”

Narancia Ghirga

You blew hot air into your hands feeling the cold air kiss your face and hands. You’d just finished watching a new film that’d just aired in the cinema with your fiends but as you exited the cinema, the temperature had dropped significantly.

Pulling your hood up, you waved goodbye to your friends and started making your way to the nearest train station.

You tapped your card onto the card pad on arrival and went through the gates, waiting on the platform for the train.

Just as you were about to get on the train you noticed a man of similar stature to narancia, actually on further inspection, you found that it was narancia.

You hopped out of the carriage, running after Narancia. It made you worried that he was out at such a late time, where’d did he have to be running off to at ten pm at night?

As you ran after him you noticed he was amongst a group of other men, you presumed they were his friends as you’d seen them amongst him before however you couldn’t be sure, it’d be better to follow him rather than allow him to get himself into trouble.

They took so many twists and turns that at one point you almost became confused and lost them, then finally they stopped after arriving at a secluded area in town.

You took a peak at what they were doing from behind the corner of the brick wall nearest to them.

Pressing yourself up against the brick wall in hopes of staying hidden, you wonder Narancia was even doing here, just being here gave you the chills, rather than be here he should have come to your house for a sleepover where the pair of you could have made a pillow fort and cuddled.

You frowned at the thought.

“The heck man? Where’d this guy go!” A voice, who you recognised to be Narancia, exclaimed.

“Why you asking me like I know! You’ve got Aerosmith, start looking!” Someone shouted in retaliation.

“Oi quit it.” You heard the sound of clothes rustling as the person scolded Narancia and his friend? “Get a grip, they couldn’t have gotten that far.”

A light slap, perhaps even slightly playful, resonated though the air, “knock it off Abbacchio, get off me.” Narancia jibed.

You bit your lip in fear, was someone hurting him.

You clenched your fists by your side, that’s it, your mind was made up. You were going to go over there.

“Nar- mpgh!”

“Hey guys!” Narancia beamed excitedly, “I found something!”

“Well then lead the way.” Bruno probed drawing out his stand.

“Right here-!” Narancia gasped audibly, meanwhislt lil bomber released a huge puff of black smoke.

“How did you- what do you think you’re doing!” He stammered firing lil bomber at the men who held your unconscious body captive.

“HEY! Calm it!” Mista shouted restraining the black haired boy.

“Mista. Let go.”

“Narancia.” Giorno called sternly, “don’t be rash. Mista’s right, you need to calm down, look.” He pointed at the enemy users, “we’re outnumbered we can’t afford to be rash.”

“He’s right.” Bruno informed, “let’s hear out their demands first.” He turned to face the mob members, “what is it you gentlemen want?” He asked.

One member, dressed in all black, stepped up, “we’re actually proposing a very fair deal, one measly girl for your amore eh, give us the boss’s daughter and we’ll give back this girl we saw following you, yeah?”

Bruno’s lips set into a thin line.

The pitying eyes of his team members all met his as he realised the ultimatum.

“Narancia,” Fugo probed, trying to be as gentle as possible.

He sharply turned his head to the side, not wanting to meet anyone’s gaze, “you can’t.”

“There’s no other option.” Abbacchio comment.

“The heck you sayin’ that’s not fair! Civilians aren’t like us stand users and-and that’s my-!” He pointed at your unconscious figure, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “That’s my-!”

“We know!” Fugo spat raising his voice, he hadn’t meant to, he was just stressed and little by little his frustrations were leaking out of him.

“Alright!” Shouted the enemy user who seemed to be a stand in leader, “you’ve made your choice,” he sharply tapped Narancia on his cheek, blood quickly tinting his soft skin red, “sort your friends out bud. No Trish, no trade.”

Giorno Giovanna

“Gio Gio!” You yelled seeing Giorno dart around a corner.

“Hey wait up!” You dashed after him, skidding right as he took a sharp turn.

Just narrowly dodging a lamppost, you called out for him again. He was much further ahead of you due to his impressive, almost inhumane, agility

You were intrigued as to what he was doing running all over Italy during mid day, just the other day he told you he’d got a part time job at the ice cream van so why wasn’t he there?

A small gasp escaped your mouth upon seeing that he was within reach, hence why you picked up the pace and ran as fast as you could after him.

Just as he was about to take off again, you grabbed his wrist, firmly holding it in your manicured hand.

“Gio Gio,” you greeted shyly, your face hot after chasing him down. “Where are you going, don’t you have work? Isn’t it your first day.” You looked at him expectantly awaiting an answer, how could he have run off like this on his first day. For such a responsible guy this was a very irresponsible action.

He looked at you horrified, “it’s lunch.” He stated, unsure, seemingly trying to convince you as well as himself.

“Oh right…” you quietened down, peering at him through your lashes, “well would you like to have lunch together.”

“He won’t be able too but I certainly would.” A coarse voice chimed in, as a strange figure wriggling their grubby fingers started to approach the pair of you.

You squealed and jumped closer to giorno, locking his fingers with yours, hoping being near him would calm your erratic heart.

Giorno remained silent, his lips pursed and brows drawn together, dissatisfaction radiating off of him.

A startled shriek left your lips as the figure pounced towards you, you shut your eyes and squeezed giorno’s hand tightly until you heard a loud thud near your feet.

You jumped on Giorno’s side upon seeing his hand touch your ankle yet just moments their hand went limp.

Your lip protruded outwards as you concentrated hard on the now unmoving figure. In the span of 3 seconds the figure had ceased all movement yet… nothing happened in between those three seconds- how-.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Giorno clearing his throat, “now about that lunch amore?”

Pannacotta Fugo

“What are you talking about!” Fugo snapped at the most unbearable enemy stand user he’d ever encountered. Undoubtedly that thing was just spewing out lies so he’d falter and lose his concentration.

“Rather than speak, why not just show you.” The enemy stand user shrugged and snapped his fingers.

Two of his henchmen followed suit with you in their grasps, Fugo felt his mouth go dry.

Your eyes widened upon seeing your boyfriend, “F-Fugo! What is this, this isn’t some sick cruel joke is it.” You asked trembling.

Fugo leaned his hands on the building in front of him, head down, his sturdy frame being supported by his hands.

How did it all go wrong?

“Fugo!”

Reflexively, he turned his head to the sound of your voice as your eyes bore into him.

He rose to his full height and glared at the enemy user, “What would you like me to do for-”

“Beg.” He interrupted, his mind already set on his answer.

“No-” a lacky caressed your dainty finger, bringing it-

Fugo grit his teeth, “Wait! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, please, please just stop.”

“On your knees.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but then snapped it shut seeing your fearful gaze on him and lowered down to his knees.

“Please just release the civilian.”

“Now give us that piece of paper with the details on it.”

He wished he could have his stand aid him, however as you were in the vicinity it would also be harmful to you, perhaps even lethal as you were only a citizen.

He threw the paper at the enemy users head and muttered out one last “please.”

The lackey’s kicked you forward now they had what the wanted in hand, rapidly making a move to escape before backup could arrive.

Your lip trembled as you made eye contact with Fugo.

He ran forward and embraced you, feeling slightly better when you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Fugo.” You sniffled.

He cupped your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away your stay tears. .“I know.”

#crownprincegojo #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #bucci gang x reader #bucciarati x reader #fugo x reader #giorno x reader #mista x reader #narancia x reader #vento aureo x reader #anonletters #I’m so sorry for being inactive #I’m also a really slow writer #I’m back now though for a while and I have three drafts! + a couple asks ready #jjba fluff #jjba angst

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