#abbaccio x reader

[bebegi]

˗ˏˋ ♡𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬ˎˊ˗

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

genre: daily texts | fluff

warnings: kys jokes and a couple of suggestive jokes.

requested: yes!!!

notes: ugh this man ugh

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[la-principessa-della-squadra]

Musketeers AU-

Bucci gang x fem/reader-part 1

Tw: HISTORICAL INACCURANCE.

Summary: Princess Y/n is running away from an arranged marriage with a man named Doppio.

The King Diavolo orders his faithful Musketeers Bruno and Abbacchio to find your secret refuge. Helped by their team-mates ( Fugo, Narancia, Mista, Giorno), they will do anything in their power to catch you.

"L’abbiamo trovata, signore!L’abbiamo trovata!!"

(We found her, captain! We found her!!)

“Quant’è vvera a Maronna! Fermati Ghirga!!"

(Stop running Ghirga! You’ll kill us both!)

The voice of a boy echoed into the rocca, excited as his approaching footsteps

“Fermati, Cap ‘e cazz.”

(Stop, you fool.)

A young lad with a cascade of messy blonde hair caught the frantic boy by the scruff before he could erupt into the royal guard office.

“UE PANNACOTTA!MA IO T’ACCID-”

(HEY PANNACOTTA!I’M GONNA CUT Y-)

Pannacotta, that was his name, quickly confiscated the crumpled document from the sticky fingers of his team mate, urgently knocking with his free hand so he could both hide the verbal assault and inform the captain of their arrival.

“Avanti.”

“Come in.”

Fortunately, the commotion was covered by the sound of two fencers' blades colliding with each other. Once they opened the door to Bucciarti's office, the two found him sitting at a very long table in the back of the room, carefully observing two young men practicing the art of the sword.

To be more precise, that wasn’t just Bucciarati’s office, the place was used as an armory and, consequently, a sala d’arme. To further confirm this theory, there was a huge tapestry hanging behind the captain’s back, depicting a knight killing a huge serpent with a sidesword.

Golden but faded letters embroidered in the whool recited “Sala D’Arme Achille Marozzo”.

The room also did have long wooden tables at each side, which meant people were more than willing to grab a quick bite between a sword match and another.

In fact, tenente (lieutenant)

Abbacchio was eating a small and yellowish polenta with both feet crossed over an empty chair.

He was visibly resting while also never giving his back to the captain, which made him look a little bit crooked in his position and also not totally comfortable.

Well, has this man ever felt comfortable in his life?

Pannacotta was not sure.

Meanwhile, the two fencing lads, Giovanna and Mista, were putting on a real show and since they were both newbies, they attacked and never defended themselves.

This made Abbacchio frown in annoyance and reluctantly turn his sight to the meal.

Contrary to Bucciarati, Abbacchio was wearing only half of his musketeer uniform, his soubreveste and hat were abandoned on a near chair a long time ago. However, his authority kept speaking volumes even when half dressed.

“Nzerra chella port.”

“Close the door.”

He gritted between his teeth, his voice deep enough to be heard between the clashing of the striscia.

Ghirga obeyed and swiftly followed his teammate, his eyes glued to the two schermidori as they carefully passed their presence.

Pannacotta solemnly handed the paper to captain Bucciarati.

“Si tratta di una testimonianza, signore. Ghirga l’ha udita e io ho avuto il piacere di trascriverla nei minimi dettagli.”

(it is a witness statement, captain. Ghirga heard it, and I had the pleasure of transcribing it in great detail.)

Bucciarati inspected the document. Raised his eyes and then frowned.

Eyes back on the paper.

This time, He raised his eyebrows and frowned again.

“O’ casino.”

(A brothel.)

The fencing stopped.

Bucciarati's tone was inquisitive tone while raising his head one last time. Abbacchio intervened, putting his boots down abruptly.

“Cu cazz stat’ riciend?Pigliat ca bott. Il re n’ sta ceccando a zoccol’. ”

(Who you think you’re kidding? The king’s not looking for a whore.)

“Pe tte e femmene so tutte zoccol’ tranne mammà e soreta, ma nu vaie mai n’coppo o casino pe paura de truva.’”

(Women are all whores to you except your mother and sister, but you never enter a brothel in fear of meeting them.)

Interjected Mista, a slim but toned boy in his 20s.

Approaching the table with his striscia holstered, Mista addressed his superior with a wry smile, eliciting a stifled laugh from Ghirga.

He looked kind of ridiculous. Mista was wearing a pair of patched pants and no shirt. However he clearly thought it was a good idea hiding his thick sweaty curls under an uncomfortable as well as ancient aventail…without wearing a gambeson underneath.

His companion, Giorno Giovanna, noticed Abbacchio slowly clenching the spoon he was using for the polenta.

“chiavt a lengua ncùl. Se tu fossi la metà bravo a parare con la spada quanto lo sei a sparare cazzate, non ti saresti ritrovato in un vicolo buio con un buco in più nello stomaco.”

(Shut your fucking mouth, if you were half as good at parrying with a sword as you are at shooting shit, you wouldn't have found yourself in a dark alley with an extra hole in your stomach.)

Quickly, Bucciarati silenced the conversation by elegantly lifting his left hand from Manciolino's“Opera Nova”.

Mista looked at his concealed wound on his abdomen, while Giovanna put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Ne sei assolutamente sicuro, Narancia?”

(Are you absolutely sure about this, Narancia?)

Bruno’s calming and reassuring tone ,resembling the one of a father’s, gave Narancia Ghirga the courage to speak with his heart.

“M’Adda murì mammà.”

(I swear on my own mother.)

Said Ghirga who never spent a single word from the beginning.

“Si addà murì mammà n’altra volta...”

(Well, she can’t die twice…)

Interrupted Abbacchio scattering the plate on the table. The polenta was so stiff it didn’t even flinch a bit, remaining in its position as one of the most drunk front line soldiers.

“Me l’ha detto Una.”

(Una told me.)

many "ooohs" raised softly, followed by heads nodding and looking at each other, which made Narancia Ghirga genuinely smile. By contrast, Pannacotta put a hand over his eyes; royal guards should never reveal the nature of their witnesses.

Trish Una was the love child of King Diavolo, and for years he had kept her at court as a mere courtesan. One day, the maiden in question made a deal with a wealthy merchant named Pericolo and left her father's palace as quickly as possible, just like y/n did.

In exchange for certain secrets coming from the royal court, the royal guards had agreed to keep Trish hidden from her stepfather.

“Quella fimmina ne sa UNA più del diavolo.”

(That maiden is more cunning than a devil.)

commented Mista with a smirk and a dreamy expression.

“E suo padre ci farà il…Diavolo a quattro!HAHAHAHAHAHHA!”

(And what's better than a devil you don't know? A devil, you do!HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

He added, bursting into a huge laugh with tears in his eyes.

"Ci andremo io e il tenente Abbacchio. Voi altri pensate a rendere confortevole l'ala ovest"

(The lieutenant and I will take care of that. The rest of you will stay here. Take this as an opportunity to prepare the West Wing's rooms for our soon to be host.)

Everyone got silent after Bucciarati's order. Pannacotta was brave enough to respectfully interject:

"Con tutto il rispetto capitano, ma un bordello non è di certo un posto privo di canaglie. Non sarebbe meglio attivare tutta la squadra?"

( Not to be disrespectful…A brothel is not a safe space in the slightest. Wouldn't be better if we all went?)

"Fermate nu mument'. Se agiamo in gruppo, potrebbero prenderla come una minaccia. Quanta probabilità c'è che un'intera unità abbia deciso di entrare in un bordello tutti insieme e appassionatamente?"

(Wait. If we went there as a group, we could be perceived as a threat. All one big happy family?How likely is it that an entire unit has decided to enter a brothel like one big happy family?)

Added Giorno while receiving a Death stare from Abbacchio. He hated when the newbie was right.

"Non so gli altri ma io come regalo di compleanno un po' me lo aspetto…"

(I don't know about the rest of this "Family", but soon is going to be my birthday and I wouldn't mind if this were my present…)

Nudge nudge, wink wink.

"Il punto è che se gli diamo modo di capire che siamo venuti lì per lei, ci inchioderebbero subito e cercherebbero di nasconderla o farla fuggire".

(The point is that if we appear too menacing, they would immediately try to hide her or make her escape.)

"Giusto! Quei posti hanno un sacco di stanze strane piene di trucchi e trappole."

("Right! Those places have a lot of weird rooms full of secret holes and traps!)

"Si vede che non sei mai stato in un bordello."

(you-You've never been to a brothel, don't you.)

Whispered Fugo while all the looks turned to Bruno.

"Um..giocare sulla casualità, potrebbe funzionare. Dovremo essere affabili…ottimo lavoro Giovanna. Ogni giorno dimostri di avere nuovi assi nella manica."

(Um…it would be easier to pretend this visit is casual and not planned. That could work. Great Job, Giovanna. You find new ways to amaze me everyday.)

Abbacchio's teeth were grinding but whst was on his face looked like anything but a smile.

"Jamme, jà"

To be continued...

-La Principessa della Squadra

[starry-snippets]

jjba (jotaro, kakyoin, avdol, josuke, rohan, giorno, bruno, abbacchio, trish, mista, narancia) + aesthetics you suggest/dress them in

images are from pinterest! 

jotaro - techwear

✩ if you BEG you could get him to wear a techwear outfit that still maintains his love of gold brooches and chains. it’s not even that he doesn’t like the aesthetic it’s just kind of silly to him at first. sure he wears two belts, but two belts and a backpack on his chest and a smaller one on a thigh garter? um no. eventually caves when you show him something he finds really cool and man he has money. bad choice (or is it a great one?) he is fully committing elements of techwear into his every day outfits now. he’s dangerously hotter now too um

kakyoin - goblin/cryptid core (with punk influence!) 

✩ is a very creative guy who has a unique style and he’ll use that to his advantage! this would begin with a date idea of designing shirts or jeans and he has so much fun. now he has several pairs of fun jeans and a patch jacket he’s working on. when he’s dressed up like he’s ready to explore the forest he’s in such a mood to! get ready to spend time in the woods watching hierophant poking bugs with sticks and kakyoin showing you different types of beetles while you look for cryptids with a nearly empty flashlight 

avdol - bohemian/hippie 

✩ kind of related to his current style and that’s what he’s very willing to give it a try. loves the dramatic sleeves and ruffles, truly enjoying how snazzy they make him feel. also appreciates the jewelry! especially if you make it for him or buy it for him because it’ll remind him of you. loves fun patterns so he’ll enjoy combining them in unique ways, also appreciates the whimsical element of the layered fabric and prints 

rohan - avant garde 

✩ craziest dude in the world I swear. will wear anything just about if you make it sound revolutionary. tell him a trash bag is the next-in fashion trend and he’ll disbelief you to no end but will secretly be curious and try it out. helps he has the confidence to rock anything he tries. to be fair, when you dress him up you’re doing it mainly to see if he looks good in everything and you’re sad to see he does, indeed, look good in absolutely anything 

josuke - scene/punk

✩ loves the abrasive elements in punk! loves the colors and being able to make bracelets with you aspect of scenecore. in general he enjoys how he can look tough and intimidating but feels like the colorful accents really soften that depending on how much he accessorizes. doesn’t wear it too often though, really depends on where you two are heading. does let you dress him up fairly often though! 

giorno - cottagecore

✩ isn’t entirely against or for trying it out. is kinda confused as to why you want him to. he’ll eventually say to go for it. depending on what you put him in he will really like the aesthetic and wear it on your dates around town. isn’t a big fan when you ask if he’ll wear a skirt, but when you actually order one he really enjoys the length and the twirl. when you go on a picnic and he wears it, he just feels like he’s safe with you and away from the trivial stresses of his outre life 

bruno - coquette/angelcore

✩ like giorno, he isn’t for or against. leans to okay almost immediately however. he’s curious and very fluid with how he presents, so he’ll agree to just about anything within reason. when you dress him up he feels so ethereal. absolutely loves it? he likes how he’s wearing traditionally feminine garments but doesn’t feel effeminate. he enjoys the outfit and would likely wear it again, especially on a date with you 

abbacchio - goth 

✩ doesn’t want you to for a while despite sharing things with the style already. just feeling a bit prideful. does cave and let you do him up completely, probably because he had a drink. ABSOLUTELY loves the result however. the drama of the sleeves and the flair of his pant’s make him look so long and slender, like a real life dracula. finds the chains excessive but misses the significant effect they had when he was wearing them. definitely enjoyed trad goth makeup more than he’s willing to admit 

narancia - bubblegum b✩tch 

✩ likes it because he feels tall and assertive with the big boots on. will not wear it out of the house unless you’re really good at convincing him. doesn’t have the toughest skin so this does help him build his confidence and self-esteem even outside of his appearance. just feels so adorable, especially with you hyping him out. if he does agree to going out you’ll wear a super feminine outfit too or a suit, confusing traditional mindsets while having a super fun date 

mista - rockstar 

✩ really gets into his role when those skin tight pants are on. if you go out for dinner he’ll act like he’s the most important man ever and it surprisingly works. he will make use of the leather jacket you got him and would ask you to decorate it if that’s something you’re interested in. will wear elements of the outfit separately somewhat often but the entire outfit probably just on certain dates 

trish - indie

✩ loves lots of patterns so she appreciates the wiggle room of indie! she already has an impeccable sense of style but this is her go to when she’s heading out to museums, picnics, etc. trish always adds her unique flair to her outfits, often making edits to her shirts and skirts 

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

normal people don't desperately wish Leone Abbacchio to be their dad. fortunately im not normal

That is to say. please im begging screaming crying for some parental!Abbacchio and child!Reader content please hrhghgrhnrgnnn

[etherealzx]

I really like how you write so I hope I can go with my oddly specific request! If I can ask, a fem!reader that suffers from impostor syndrome with Abbacchio. Thank you and have a lovely day 🌺

Aww thank you so so much! It makes me so happy that people enjoy my silly little writings <3 Sorry this took me so long to get to, I just started my new semester and I've been crazy busy at work as well! But I hope you enjoy <3

Abbacchio x Fem!Reader with Imposter Syndrome!

warnings: slight angst, comfort, fluff

cut for length :3

You knew that he loved you, you really did. Yet there were just these awful thoughts that you couldn't seem to shake. He loved you so deeply and so passionately, what have you ever done to deserve that? He let his guard down for you, and bent over backwards to make sure that you had everything you could ever need. He cared for you even more than he cared for his own self.

So then, what is this awful feeling? The feeling that his words are just lies to keep you around? Deep down in your heart, you knew that wasn't true. Leone would never lie to you, not in a million years. You knew that better than anyone. So why did his words feel untrue?

These thoughts clouded your mind as you gazed out the window of the bedroom that you shared with the man you love. The stars were shining so bright tonight, shimmering like glitter in a pitch black sea of sky. You had gotten so deep into your own thought that you hadn't even heard him coming up the steps. The click of the doorknob turning snapped you out of your daydream, quickly bringing you back to reality.

You swiftly turned around to face him. That familiar, warm feeling in your chest started to build up the moment you saw him standing before you. His long, silver locks cascaded over his shoulders, framing his handsome face. Once his amber eyes met yours, his purple-stained lips curled into a warm smile.

"Hi baby," You said softly, a slight smile forming on your lips involuntarily. Even just from his presence, your mood instantly improved a little.

"Hey y/n. I missed you," He said, coming over to you and wrapping you in his strong arms. He smelled like lavender and musk, a scent that you had grown used to yet it never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach swarm.

"I missed you too," You said back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, voice shaky. All of the emotions you had been holding back were threatening to let loose as he held you. He was just so sweet and caring, and you felt that you didn't deserve him. You felt the tears start to fall from your eyes, and your body starting to shake with soft sobs.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asked, concern in his tone. He pulled back from you, moving his large hands to cup the sides of your face. His eyes were full of worry.

"Nothing," you sniffled, earning an almost annoyed look from him.

"Well it's obviously not nothing if it's bothering you enough to make you cry." He said, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheek.

"It's just that," You started, not really sure what to say next. You knew that if you started venting about your feelings, you wouldn't be able to hold back anymore and let everything loose. "I just feel like I don't deserve you." You managed to choke out.

His eyes widened with shock. "What? You think you don't deserve me?" He asked, obviously taken aback by your statement.

"You're just so sweet and caring, and you do so much for me," You said in between sniffles. "I feel like I don't deserve that. I don't deserve a kind, handsome, loving man like you, Leone."

His expression softened, and he moved his hands down to find yours. He grabbed them tightly, intertwining your fingers with his own.

"Y/n, I promise you, you deserve all of my love and more." He said softly. "You make me feel complete. As long as I'm by your side, there's nothing in the world I can't do. You do so much for me without even knowing that you do." He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

"If anything, it's me who doesn't deserve you. I mean, look at me. I'm a mafioso, I've killed people, I have a dirty job. You deserve a man who works a respectable job, like a doctor or a lawyer. Someone who doesn't have a damaged past like I do, or drowns their problems with alcohol like I do." He said, looking toward the ground. You could see tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Leone," You started, "I don't want that. I want you, I love you. Flaws and all."

He looked at you and smiled, still holding your hands in his. "And I want you. No one else. I want to give you all of the love I have." He said. "Don't ever think you're not enough for me, or that you don't deserve me. You're everything I want and more. I love you."

"I love you too, Leone." And suddenly, all of those feelings started to fade. Any negative feelings you had were starting to feel like just distant memories. You were exactly where you were supposed to be, with the man you were meant to have.

[tab00-t33f]

“Playing the Part”

(Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader)

Heres a little something I had in my notes since before I opened requests! I think yall will like it :3 (by it i mean the mental image of abbacchio in a tux) hopefully it’ll hold ya over until the “Dangerous Devotion” cont.

Also please don’t ever be afraid to send in requests for ships! I’m not a prude! And I definitely have ideas for some relationship hc between certain characters.. throuples with the reader??? My mind is FULL

(Since I know theres demand now, I’ll also put a slot counter in my bio! Just to keep things more organized!)

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You tugged at the hem of your dress, feeling entirely out of place as you glanced at your reflection in a window. Venice at night was dazzling, its canals glowing with the reflections of countless lanterns and glittering lights from lavish parties. And tonight, you were heading to one of the most exclusive galas in the city—undercover, of course.

Your partner for the mission, Leone Abbacchio, stood nearby, adjusting his tie with a scowl. The black tuxedo fit him like it was tailored for him, but his grumbling made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about the situation.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “Of all people, why’d Bucciarati pair me with you?”

You shot him a glare, though your cheeks flushed. “Maybe because you’re the only one who can blend into a fancy party without sticking out like a sore thumb. Narancia would have tried to smuggle a knife in his shoe.”

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just don’t blow our cover.”

The mission was simple: attend the gala, identify a suspicious guest who was rumored to be selling Stand-enhancing drugs, and gather information. The catch? The only way to get in was by posing as a couple.

As you entered the grand hall, a wave of opulence hit you—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and guests dressed in designer attire. You slipped your arm through Abbacchio’s, hoping to look convincing. He stiffened immediately.

“Relax,” you hissed. “Couples are supposed to look comfortable together.”

He grunted but didn’t pull away. “This better not take all night.”

As the evening wore on, you and Abbacchio moved through the crowd, exchanging fake pleasantries with other guests while keeping an eye out for your target. It was easy to see that Abbacchio hated every second of it—his polite smile was more of a grimace, and his small talk bordered on sarcastic.

“Having fun yet?” you teased during a brief lull, sipping from a champagne flute.

Abbacchio’s pale eyes flicked to you, narrowing slightly. “Are you?”

You smirked. “A little. It’s not every day I get to see you in a tux.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought you’d crossed a line. But then he leaned closer, his voice low. “Focus on the job, not on me.”

You rolled your eyes, about to retort, when you spotted your target—an older man in a silver suit, speaking animatedly with a small group near the bar. You subtly nudged Abbacchio and tilted your head in the man’s direction.

“Got him,” you murmured.

Abbacchio nodded. “I’ll handle this. Stay here.”

Before you could protest, he slipped away, weaving through the crowd with surprising grace. You watched as he approached the group, his movements confident and deliberate. He blended into the conversation seamlessly, his sharp gaze betraying his focus.

Minutes passed, and you felt increasingly useless standing on the sidelines. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone else watching the man in the silver suit—a tall figure with sharp features and a predatory smile. Something about him sent a chill down your spine.

“Abbacchio,” you whispered into the small communicator in your ear. “We’ve got another problem. There’s someone else watching the target.”

“I see him,” Abbacchio replied, his voice steady. “Stay where you are. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Naturally, you ignored him.

As the tension in the room grew, you made your way toward the figure, trying to look inconspicuous. But before you could get too close, he turned and locked eyes with you.

“Looking for someone?” he asked, his voice smooth but threatening.

Your heart pounded as you tried to think of a response. Thankfully, Abbacchio appeared at your side, his hand slipping around your waist in a way that made you freeze.

“She’s with me,” he said, his tone cold as ice. “Is there a problem?”

The man’s eyes flicked between you and Abbacchio, clearly weighing his options. After a tense moment, he shook his head and turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was gone, you exhaled shakily. “Thanks for the save.”

Abbacchio didn’t let go immediately. His hand remained on your waist, his expression unreadable. “I told you to stay put.”

“I couldn’t just stand there!” you argued, though your voice was quieter than you intended.

He sighed, his frustration melting into something softer. “You’re reckless, you know that?”

You gave a weak smile. “And you’re bossy. Guess we balance each other out.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his pale eyes searching yours. Then he let go, stepping back as if to regain his usual distance. “Let’s finish this mission and get out of here.”

You nodded, but as you followed him back into the crowd, you couldn’t help but notice the faintest trace of warmth lingering where his hand had been.

[jojo-mlm]

hihi! Sorry to bother but could I request an Abbacchio x a quiet male reader? Like he doesnt talk very much and more so stares at Abbacchio and holds onto his arm and so on?

ah I just always go back and forth on these things! I'm sorry and I'm gonna try and start writing more again!

ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ x ꜱʜʏ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Abbacchio tries to help you speak up and get something for yourself.

"I don't think you understand." Abbacchio spoke to you, not annoyed with you but simply frustrated with the situation. "You have to give your own order. I'm not just going to do it for you."

You knew that he cared about you, he really did, but after a few weeks of dating he noticed that you didn't speak up much. It's not that you didn't have things to say, no, on the contrary! You thought of lots of things, and sometimes you made a note to yourself to bring them up later if you thought it was interesting. But noticing something interesting about your surroundings is different then making conversation. Or ordering food.

Naturally, you reached for his arm but he pulled it away. "I want you to try, alright? Look I just don't want you to depend on me for everything, and especially not talking to other people. It's a skill that you need to work on."

It didn't feel good... talking was hard! Not even particularly anxious, you'd rather stay to yourself instead of talk. That was one of the things you liked about your boyfriend. He could do the talking for you. He was commanding, he had that skill he insisted you work on. Abbacchio could get what he wanted and quickly. Sure, he wasn't your mouth piece but if he was ordering anyways he might take yours.

"Come on..." You tried to push it. "You know what I like, I just don't want to talk-" "I know what you don't want." He poked you on the center of your forehead teasingly. "I also know you'll go hungry tonight if you can't manage to speak to someone else."

You nodded in acknowledgement, but again reached for his arm. He sighed but let you take it this time, not minding that you were holding onto him a little tightly. He wasn't a big fan of PDA, but he didn't mind it at the moment. Besides, you were only in the back of a restaurant, still waiting for the two of you to find a solution. "I just don't know why you can't order for me..."

He let out a small huff. "Because. I don't want to keep doing this for you."

Making a face of discomfort at him seemed to change his mood a little. Abbacchio's expression softened. He leaned in, holding you a tad closer to his chest. "Try for me. If you feel like you can't, then I'll do it."

You brightened back up, smiling wide at him. He rolled his eyes. "Just don't get upset if I order something that you don't like for you if it comes to that!" "One more thing... can you come with me when I order?"

"Because you're scared?"

You shook your head no.

He raised a brow but then looked at you, still squeezing his arm. "Because you don't want to let go?" You nodded for a yes.

Abbaccio chuckled lightly and kissed your head. "Sure. Alright, let's go."

With that, the two of you stood up. You lead him to the front where there was a small line of people standing there waiting to order there own food. While the line was getting smaller, you felt yourself getting nervous. You knew you could do it, but the feelings came anyways. Eventually you got to the front.

Abbaccio wasn't going to bail you out, but you didn't feel alone when you felt his other hand around your arm in a comforting gesture. You took a slow breath, and waited as your boyfriend spoke first. He placed his order quickly and eventually the employee turned to you.

"Anything for you, sir?"

With a quick breath, and Abbaccio subtly holding you, you were able to place your own order. They wrote it down. "Alright, it should be out in a few minutes."

They handed you two a little stand with the number '17' on it. Abbaccio grabbed it and you both made your way to a nice table in the back where some privacy was granted. "See?" He told you, giving yet another supportive squeeze. "Wasn't world ending now was it?"

You gave a small smile and sat back at your table.

...

You were in the middle of your meal, Abbacchio doing most of the talking as usual, when a few familiar faces showed up. It was the rest of the gang, but particularly Narancia. He bounded to you in excited steps. "Abbacchio! You're eating here too!"

He nodded. "Yes. Eating here with my boyfriend, so I wouldn't mind if you talked to me later. It's a date."

"Aww, you want me to me with you on your date??" He laughed to himself, knowing it was a joke.

He turned to you, and for a moment you thought he wanted you to speak again. Instead, Abbaccio put a hand on your shoulder and gave a rare, small, but visible smile. You knew you didn't have to say anything if you didn't want to now.

"No thanks Narancia. Now, leave before something bad happens to that new radio of yours." He said, pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Narancia swallowed the lump in his throat, visibly nervous at the threat. Even if he was joking, he didn't want to take that chance. "N-Never mind, I just thought of something Fugo has to teach me! I'll catch you later!"

He hurried back quickly and you couldn't help but laugh yourself. Abbacchio kissed your forehead again and you two finished your meal together. It was probably just your imagination, but it tasted better than usual.

[soupbabe]

🐞Golden Wind Masterlist 2🐞

[ Guess who hit the link limit! This is a continuation of my JJBA Part 5 Masterlist. If you don’t see a character on this list, chances are is that I’ll still write for them! All you have to do is request :) ]

Last Updated: 1/14/2024

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Giorno Giovanna

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Bruno Bucciariati

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Leone Abbaccio

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Narancia Ghirga

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Pannacotta Fugo

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Guido Mista

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Trish Una

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Bucciariati Gang's Group HCs

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La Squadra Group HCs

- La Squadra x Reader with a Biting Problem

- Marrying La Squadra

- Taking La Squadra to the Zoo

Unità Speciale Group HCs

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[ddarker-dreams]

hc of bucci gang reacting to sr reader getting hit on/flirted with while she’s out and about? Or maybe when they’re on a date or smth but the npc doesn’t realize it? It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna write this, thank you!

i'm always weak for ideas like this ... reader here is fem!

[Scarlet Ribbons Index]

Giorno

The Brando genes are ready to come out in full force. Giorno is just looking for an excuse to unleash untold horrors upon the soul who saw fit to flirt with the one he holds most dear in the world. This little debacle gets him thinking about the diamond ring he has for you in his blazer’s inner breast pocket, an item he’s been waiting ever so patiently to reveal at the right moment. Surely, that would help serve as a deterrent for unpleasant scenarios such as this. No one in their right mind would be so brazen as to flirt with the wife of a Don. In the meantime, he commits himself to being borderline passive-aggressive, settling his hand on your waist and wondering aloud who this person might just be. Any onlooker might consider Giorno the epitome of self-control, but you see past the façade. The charming smile on his face doesn’t meet his eyes. If this guy doesn’t want his clothes to be turned into a swarm of hornets, he’d do best to swiftly depart. 

Bruno

Naples’ sweetheart may be able to handle a lot, but something like this would really test his patience. He knows he should be the better man and take the high road, it’s just... seeing another make such clear moves on you really gets to him. It’d be so simple to unzip the perpetrator’s hand that dared place itself on your arm and watch the horror that’d ensue. Alas, Bruno is better than that, and comes to your rescue with a smile that feels as strained as it looks. He’ll peel the hand off with a touch more force than necessary and ask if everything’s alright. The menacing aura Bruno exudes should be enough for the unwanted third party to depart. Any lingering resentment melts away the moment you start laughing at how oblivious that dude was, your warmth thawing away at his frozen heart. He’s quick to move on so that your date can proceed as intended. Upon later reflection, even Bruno is surprised with himself over how quickly his thoughts got dark. His love for you borders on worship. 

Fugo

Fugo is internally seething yet does his best to shove these tumultuous emotions down. Purple Haze is roaring with dissatisfaction within, practically begging to be released so it may wreak havoc. Fugo’s a peculiar one. He would actually have an easier time dealing with/processing an aggressive interloper than someone half-decent who apologizes for overstepping and leaves it at that. In the case of the former, Fugo feels his explosive rage is justified, whereas in the latter... it’s more of a quiet insecurity that starts eating at him. He’s the type to dwell on these things for days on end without telling you what’s bothering him, because he feels it’s so petty and almost embarrassing. Would you think less of him if you knew how prone to jealousy he is? It isn’t that he doesn’t trust you, but more that he doesn’t understand why you chose to be with him of all people. With enough graciousness and gentle persistence on your part, you’d eventually get to the root of the issue. The subsequent heart-to-heart is very important for your relationship.

Mista

Mista is probably the most relaxed out of everyone regarding situations like this. He gets it, he has eyes too, he knows that you’re the catch of the century. He honestly can’t blame anyone for wanting to shoot their shot because wow. Every time he looks at you he’s in disbelief that you chose to be with him. Mista will apologize to the dude for his loss and genuinely mean it, because he couldn’t imagine how much it would suck not to have you for a girlfriend. What’s even the point of living at that point honestly. However, if the dude starts getting aggressive, Mista’s ready to change his tune real fast. He’ll showcase his revolver on the sly and ask if this is a conversation that’d be better off continued elsewhere. For the unfortunate guy’s sake, it’d be best if he took the hint and ran off with his tail in between his legs. If not, then well… Mista isn’t above roughing him up for a nice lengthy stay at the hospital. Mista’s a chill guy, but when it comes to someone bothering you, he’s got a very low tolerance.

Narancia

He’s ready to fight at the slightest provocation, this time is no different. Although anyone who has the gumption to flirt with you is considered a major infringement, so they can expect to be met with unmatched hostility. Narancia doesn’t pay much mind to your surroundings; you could be in a dingy alleyway or a Micheli-star restaurant, it’s all the same to him. He’ll flick out his knife and start uttering threats before you can blink. It’s not so much that he’s thrown into a fit of rage from jealousy — although that definitely plays a small part — it’s more that he’s extremely protective of you. Almost to a fault. You’re the best thing he’s got going for himself! Following a lifetime of being cast aside, he’s grown sensitive to the mere thought of losing you. This fella obviously doesn’t know who he’s messing with and how feral Narancia is willing to get if need be. It’s up to you to de-escalate the situation. Because no matter how far he wanders, you’re able to reel him back with just a few reassuring words.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio doesn’t even waste his time with a pretense of cordiality — he outright tells the dude to fuck off. He doesn’t understand why you bother doing a whole song and dance to avoid upsetting a complete stranger, who by sheer probability, you’ll likely never encounter again. He wouldn’t admit it, but it makes him worry about how you’d handle these situations when he isn’t around. It’s an odd paradox of knowing you’re capable of handling yourself yet acknowledging how people may take advantage of your benevolent nature. Abbacchio doesn’t have the mental capacity to get jealous in the moment, since he’s so preoccupied with ensuring your well-being. Regrets not pummeling the dude later though. The shmuck needs to go find his own ray of sunshine — Abbacchio worked hard to win you over!

[luxwritings]

Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

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

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

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

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

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

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

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

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

You smile a bit, “You are”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Narancia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bruno

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

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

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

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

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course my darling”

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

Mista

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

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

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

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

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

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

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

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

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

[jaara0]

Leone abbacchio 💜

[bebegi]

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

bruno - abba - mista - narancia - fugo - giorno - trish

warnings: swearing, bad english hehe

requests here ˃ᴗ˂  

a/n: ignore the timestamps hehe <3

[twary]

could I request Bucciarati, Abbacchio and Mista with a fem!s/o who is very skinny, with small boobs and fells very insecure about this

Sure, darling! There you go✨

Sorry if it's bad, ily ; u;)b

Bucciarati

He doesn't' even care about your boobs or tighs or butt or whatever, he loves YOU not your body. i mean, yea, he also loves your body, but you are more important.

You are so pertty in his eyes, he wish you could see yourself like he sees.

Momma Bucci suggested a diet to gain mass for you two do togheter! He doesn't want to see you insecure and will do everything in his reach to help you! But if u don't wanna do that he will not force you.

Likes to comparate his fingers with yours, he think it's cute

Abbachio

People can insult him that he will don't give a fuck, but if they say something about you he gets mad.

When he feels that you're down due of your body he just lay his head on yours, like he's saying "Stop it, you are perfect"

Never will admit that, but LOVES to hug you.

Skinny? Dude, your waists are his weakness.

Mista

Teases you, but when he realized it was serious: "OMGI'MSORRY,ILOVEYOUANDYOUKNOWTHAT!IWASJUSTTRYINGTOMAKEYOULAUGHOMGDON'THATEMEICAN'TLIVEWITHOUTYOUPLS,IMSORRY"

Doesn't really care about your being ticc or skinny, he thinks you're hot no matter what!

Carry you up and down like you are a doll, well, for him you are the prettiest doll he ever seen. Also, will keep you on his arms when you try to get up from a nap you two just took.

The pistols bring salamis for you :D

[starry-snippets]

thinking about soft abbacchio. you're having a rough day for whatever reason, and you can't get your headphones to work. you haven't come down for dinner so bruno sends abbacchio to check on you, knowing you are crushing on each other, and he sees you crying while holding your broken headphones. he can tell immediately from your heaves it isn't about just the headphones. abbacchio's first thought is to leave, maybe fetch bruno since he is the only one (besides you) who can calm him down, but when he hears you call for him that thought leaves his mind. abbacchio can't run away when he can help you. he'll sit besides you, turning on the playlist you made for when you have to drive extensively on missions. abbacchio watches your breathing steady as he uses the same techniques bruno does with him when things get too bad. halfway through the playlist you're smiling while he whines about nothing important, mainly just to see your smile. that's when abba really realizes he loves you. anyone else and he would of let someone else handle your distressed state. but seeing you broken and sobbing – for some reason abbacchio couldn't bare it. as your shared tunes continue blasting and you ask if you could explain why your day went so poorly, abbacchio just stares at you with an expression that reads "fuck what do I do?" you may think he doesn't know how to comfort you further, but really he's just dreading the possible hurt that can come from loving you cause he's #traumatized

[lemonflavoreddishsoap]

ok i know this is a la squadra blog but i wanna post this as an open request because idk who to send this request to

so like. Abbacchio with a younger team member (the reader), one who sees him as a parental figure. The reader decides to confide in Abbacchio and tells him that they have been getting urges to drink alcohol and get drunk, like, to a concerning degree, but they're underage, and they don't know what to do.

Whether or not the reader knows about Abbachio's prior experience with alcoholism is up to you i suppose, but if anyone is willing to write something like this, even just some headcanons, please tag me in it <3

[danddymaro]

Loving Pet | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Someone Pet play

Sub reader

SFW

Nothing crazy

Word Count: 380

Loving Pet

Steadily, she moved towards him, each executed step of her kittenish crawl filled with excitement as she went to greet her darling.

It wasn't long before she reached him, and needily, her arms encircled around his left leg before her cheek pressed against the expensive material of his suit's pants.

Slowly, her (e/c) colored eyes fluttered close as she inhaled the intoxicating scent that always clung to the beautiful man, and she breathed it in with even more appreciation she did oxygen.

"  Sweet Bella," Bruno murmured with sincere affection as he gazed down at the clinging woman, adoring the desperation she clung to him with.  

His left hand then came down to palm over (h/c) colored hair, brushing it down sweetly with a gaze that glowed with tenderness,

"My sweet Bella," he said again  as he came down, bent down to bring his face close to hers.

Nose to nose, he pulled up a gentle smile that was terribly sweet,

"Have you missed me?" he murmured with a light touch of tease, already knowing the answer, but having the permanent urge to ask, just to receive an answer that came from a loving glance to actual words of praise.

As he bent down his hand traveled, gently caressing her head with a kind palm that landed right behind her cranium.

“Yes...” she breathed as slowly, her eyes fluttered close, “yes sir...” she airily added.

Humming, he then  held her in place before he gave her a sweet kiss to the temple as a little greeting.

The hand then traveled down his fingers lightly trailing over her (s/c) colored flesh before they landed at the soft edge of her neckband,

"Good girl," he praised her while playfully, his index hooked into the collar she wore,  tugging at it as he watched her lovely eyes sparkle.

" Who's my good girl?" He teased her, eyeing the collar on her neck lovingly as he then lead his hand over the matching leash that hooked it.  

Her eyes were large as she gazed up at him, (e/c) colored eyes full of adoration and awe that he knew had no other owner.

He was her love.

Her truth.

Her world, and her entire life.

And she was his, down to the very last breath.