#awhh yeah babyy

[sovereignjojoz]

Okay thsi sounds kinda weird, but like,, would it be okay for me to suggest Bruno Bucciarati x child reader TOTALLY PLATONIC!!!! where he kinda takes her in and they have a father daughter bond. I understand it’s kinda weird so feel free to ignore!

Dad!Bruno Buccarrati x platonic!child reader

Pairings: Dad Bruno x child reader, platonic Bucci gang x child reader

Notes -it’s not weird at all anon, totally fine! Sorry it’s taken me a while to respond. Happy holidays!

BEST DAD EVER.

You would probably have to be wondering around the vicinity of the house for Bruno to take you in.

At first he’d try to reunite you with your parents, yet when it dawns on him you seemingly have none he’d debate with himself on wether to take you in.

Not that he doesn’t want to he would, but it’s just raising a child is such a huge responsibility and baring in mind he’s only twenty makes him put some serious consideration into his decision.

Ultimately his good hearted nature sways him, and he ends up taking you in and overtime he finds that he doesn’t regret his decision.

“Mishta’ Bruno?” You yelled, a tad too loud, towards the kitchen.

The colourful cereal you were chewing on made your calling appear incoherent, yet Bruno hummed in recognition having heard it so often.

“Why can’t we just stay the two of us.” You continued knowing he was listening, “I like it just us, do your friends have to come back?” You questioned, loudly swallowing the last remnants of your cereal.

“Piccola/o,” he walked into the dining room and smiled at you. “My friends live here too, they were only gone for a special job.” He picked up a paper towel and squeezed your chubby cheeks, cleaning up your face. “It wouldn’t be fair to deny them their home, would it?”

You nodded in agreement, Bruno had taught you all about respect and fairness just before he enrolled you in an Italian children’s school, highlighting that it was of the upmost importance.

He stroked your head softly, then moved to throw the dirtied paper towel in the rubbish bin. “Don’t worry alright, my friends are very nice, you’ll have tons of fun with them piccola/o.”

You pouted unconvinced, but nodded nonetheless.

“Come on.” He extended his hand out to you so you could jump down from the white dining chair, “time to get ready for school.”

You held Bruno’s hand as you skipped along to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and bathing. Bruno helped you wash your hair, soapy suds staining his hands as you splashed around in the water.

Once you had been towel dried, he massaged numerous hair care creams into you hair, then brushed and de-tangled it.

“Mister Bruno, can you braid my hair please.”

Bruno had watched countless videos on how to care for, handle and style hair similar to yours, he’d even bought a doll to practice on all in preparation for this moment. “Sure.”

You twirled around in your uniform, striking a pose for Bruno once he’d finished, you loved your new hairstyle so much!

Bruno pulled out his phone to take a picture of you, you looked so cute.

Rushing to the porch, you strapped the Velcro of your shiny shoes on then grabbed your fluffy blue jacket to put on top.

“Bye mister Bruno!”

“Wait!” Hastily, you paused what you were doing at Bruno’s call, running to the sound of his voice.

“Yes?”

He bent down to your level, handing you a white lunch box which held heart shaped sandwiches, some fruit and a packet of crisps/chips. “Here, your lunch.”

You gasped in awe, previously you had asked mister Bruno for some uniquely shaped sandwiches because some of your classmates ate them at lunch yet you had no idea on wether he was actually going to do it, leaving you positively happy.

“Thanks mister Bruno!” You pulled his hand left hand, tilting him downwards, “you’re the best!” You asserted, kissing his cheek before slamming the door shut and running of to school.

Bruno merely smiled at your action before returning back to his real work.

Tiptoeing to reach the door handle, you kicked your school shoes off of your feet and ran into the living room shouting, “I’m home! I’m home!” The light pitter patter of your feet echoing behind you.

You held your drawing of the house, you and Bruno up proudly for him to see as you entered the vast room. “Papa! Look at this drawing-!” Immediately you covered your mouth with your hands realising your mistake, but there was no time for that reality to sink in as five intimidating figures looked over you.

You gasped lightly, frightened, and ran to hide behind Bruno, grabbing onto his leg.

Your glistening eyes analysed the males one by one, “Who are these people?” You whispered.

“These are my friends I was talking about.” He explained as you nodded in recognition.

“We leave for a few months and you bring a kid home?” The one with orange hair commented, accusingly looking at Bruno.

Said male shrugged, brushing him off.

“Quit it Fugo, I’m sure the kid is quality company.” Said one with a hat.

“What’s your name piccina/o?” Asked a boy with black hair with a smile, he looked to be younger than the rest, you thought he seemed really cool.

“[name].” You told him, moving slightly closer.

“Awsome!” He put his hand up for a high five which you enthusiastically met, “would you like to play a game with me?”

“Yeah!”

Narancia picked you up, spinning you in the air, then ran towards his bedroom.

“Hey wait up, I wanna join.” Mista called out, kicking his shoes of.

A couple of days had passed and you found that Bruno was right, his friends were very fun! Narancia always played energetic games with you like tag and capture the flag, Mista carried you everywhere and frequently played tea parties with you (which Bruno joined in too) and even Fugo who was cold at first warmed up and indulged in activities such as baking with you and colouring.

The only one you hadn’t really interacted with was Abbacchio, even though you wanted to.

Sitting on the kitchen table, Abbacchio had been relaxing, reading his book and drinking his wine, when he felt a light tug on his long silver hair.

He scowled and turned towards where he felt the tug come from, finding the young perpetrator looking shyly up at him.

“Oi bimba/o, what do you think you’re doing.”

“Sorry,” you stoked his hair, pretending to put it in a ponytail, “I just really like your hair.”

He looked at you, sighing, “don’t pull.”

You jumped up and down excitedly, parting his hair so you could braid it.

After an hour Abbacchio felt his fair fall still in braids, and you came sleepily stumbling before him.

“Finished mister abba.” You stumbled forward, falling into his lap.

“Hey.” He poked you cheek, “get up.” He pulled your head up by your hair to check if you were really sleeping, finding that you were in fact asleep.

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his lap so you were curled comfortably in his lap, he then took a sip of his wine and picked up his book again, going back to the chapter he was previously reading.

Bruno hadn’t expected to find you curled up on Abbacchio’s lap, having know his views on kids, so to say he was surprised to say the least was an understatement.

“Don’t say anything, just take the kid.”

Bruno smiled knowingly raising an eyebrow at Abbacchio, he picked you up, your head on his shoulder, and took you to your room.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt soft silk covers being placed over you.

“Mister Bruno…?” You half asked, half assumed.

He hummed in response turning your night light on.

“Sorry for calling you papa a while ago, it was an accident, I just really like mister Bruno.” You apologised, pulling the covers further up your face.

He smiled and pinched your cheek, “it’s alright, I don’t mind. You can call me papa or papino if you like.”

Your eyes widened, the corners creasing in excitement, “really!”

“Mhm. But for now go to bed.”

“Okay…”

“Goodnight [name].”

“Goodnight…papa.”