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This is what it’s all about. Saturday night. At home. Switching between the same 4 apps on my phone. Getting scared.
Bruno’s love language is in little actions. Fixing your collar or brushing off a loose thread. Or guiding you through a heavy crowd, always touching either your arm or your back, making sure you’re safe. Remembering your favorite drink and ordering it before you even arrive so it’s ready for you. And don’t let him catch you slouching, he will fix your posture himself if he has to. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, either. He’s always put together, so it’s natural that he would want you to be, too, considering you’re representing him by extension…whatever you want to believe, Bruno.
Narancia with a parental/older sibling figure is a good dynamic, but what about Narancia with someone just like him. Abandoned and abused at a young age, all you want is family and reassurance. Both are volatile and quick to anger, but more afraid and abandoned than anything. I imagine they’d fight over the smallest things, Narancia making a stupid comment that pisses you off because he’s a teenager with no filter, or trying to isolate and he thinks it means you’re pulling back, trying to leave him. Fights are intense, more often than not Bucciarati is the mediator (he’s tired lol), so explosive that it even makes Fugo concerned. The kind of fights that only two people who truly love each other could have. But you two are so close that the fights never last long, he’d make sure of that. The moment he’s calmed down, able to think back on the argument rationally, he feels immense regret, and would rush to you to solve it and make sure you weren’t still mad at him. The (trauma) bond between the two is so strong, you wouldn’t even dream of living life without him, and him, you.
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bruno bucciarati hc's!
some bruno bucciarati headcanons i wrote on the fly. these aren’t organized very well, i was just word vomiting fr. (シ_ _)シ
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he likes to slow dance with you, specifically to Miles Davis. he’ll hold you like you’re made of glass and look at you like you hung the stars yourself. he’s a deeply romantic man, so anything he can do to show you how much he loves you, he’ll do it. walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, expensive (yet thoughtful) gifts, roses in bathwater–everything is fair game. you will be spoiled reverently.
he’s neat. very much so. he likes things to be tidy and organized. he’s not pushy about it, but he’s very conscious of the way he curates his space. take the bob for example. that bob is orderly and neat. not a single hair out of place–c’mon now.
chivalrous king. you don’t remember the last time you touched a doorknob since becoming official, even before then! he opens the car door for you too, hand extended as your hand slides into his. he kisses your knuckles every time. this bleeds into everything else too: pushing your chair out and back in, holding your bags, swapping shoes…
Mista is the boyfriend with a never ending appetite. You really have no clue where it all goes, but it can be pretty useful. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and I firmly believe a good, homemade meal could make him develop feelings quickly. After a disagreement, he can’t seem to stay mad at you for long once he smells your delicious baking/cooking. And if you’re the kind of person that never finishes your food, it won’t be a problem with him. Even after a glass or two of wine, bread, an entire meal and dessert, he still has room to finish yours if you get full. And if you try something new and end up not enjoying it, he’d finish that, too. No need to waste money.
When Bruno is jealous, I think he’s the “act first, think later” type. Grabbing you and removing you from the conversation is his first move, even before his brain catches up. When he reflects on it later, he tells himself it’s just protectiveness, and that’s true, but there’s another underlying feeling he’d rather not address. He tries to convince himself you’re not any different than the rest of his family, he’d do the same for them if they were in danger, but you’re not in danger, just being flirted with and he can’t understand why it feels so wrong. He won’t say anything after he drags you away, avoiding the topic if you bring it up, because the last thing he wants to do is admit that he was green with envy. Part of him wishes that he was a normal guy, that he could pursue his romantic feelings and go up to you and sweep you off your feet, but he knows that’s not possible given his position. However, if you tease him, you might get a confession out of him sooner (or, at least, his version of a confession.)
Can you draw jolyne and ermes being a happy couple while anasui is in the back seethinh
Maybe if you would’ve stayed a chick Anasui….
Hii!
Can i request some headcaons for bucci gang x fem reader in which they're down BAD, crushing HARD and straight up IN LOVE with the reader? (they're not together just yet, and she's also a part of the gang)
THANKS!!
BUCCIARATI GANG YESSSS!!! I love writing for them like omg 🥹🥹🫰
(Also this like totally wasn’t stuck in my drafts for monthsssss… haha…. never…. 👀👀)
Tags: Fem reader, SFW and fluff
Bruno Bucciarati
- Bucciarati tries so hard to act like a professional capo around you, but his crush leaks out in a hundred tiny ways that the rest of the gang clock immediately.
- He’s stricter with you on missions, but everyone can hear the worry underneath the scolding - he raises his voice when you rush in, then quietly checks your hands for injuries once the fight is over.
- You’re the only one he double-briefs: he’ll explain the plan to the whole team, then pull you aside and repeat it calmly “just to be sure you understand,” lingering longer than necessary.
- If there’s any dangerous position to take, he assigns it to himself first and you last, adjusting the formation so you’re always near him or behind him.
- He remembers every small detail you mention (your favorite pastry shop, your least favorite weather, the sound that scares you) and subtly steers the team’s schedule around those things.
- His usual serious, unflinching demeanor cracks only around you - Abbacchio has seen him go from stone-faced to soft-eyed in one glance and immediately looks away in secondhand embarrassment.
- Narancia blurts out jokes about him “hovering,” because Bucciarati always seems to be at your shoulder, hand ready on your arm or back like an automatic protective reflex.
- When you walk into a room, his tone shifts - still calm, but gentler, like he’s unconsciously switching from “gang leader” voice to “talking to you” voice - and the whole team notices every time.
- Mista teases him openly, saying things like “Capo, you only bring coffee for one of us,” when Bucciarati sets a cup down in front of you without being asked.
- He fusses over your appearance in this careful, almost reverent way: straightening your collar, brushing dust off your jacket, zipping stray threads back into place with Sticky Fingers so you “look presentable.”
- In crowded streets or packed trains, his hand finds the small of your back or your wrist, guiding you through people as if losing sight of you is not an option.
- He’s quick to kneel in front of you to check wounds after battles, gloved fingers precise but incredibly gentle, jaw tight whenever you wince.
- If you’re tired, he offers his shoulder without comment on long car rides or train trips, sitting ramrod straight so you can sleep comfortably against him while the others exchange knowing looks.
- He’ll quietly take the boring or unpleasant tasks off your plate - dealing with annoying clients, talking to informants you hate, carrying heavier bags - insisting it’s just “efficient delegation.”
- Any time you mention wanting to try a place in Naples, the next “casual” rendezvous point mysteriously ends up a block away from it.
-He keeps extra bandages, your preferred painkillers, and a snack you like in his coat, “just in case,” and somehow it’s always exactly what you need.
- When money from a job gets split, he’s scrupulously fair with everyone - but if there’s a small bonus or leftover, he pushes it your way first, saying you “earned it” with a look that brooks no argument.
- He constantly reminds himself he’s your capo and that the team is his family, so he forces distance - then undermines it by staying up all night at your bedside if you’re hurt.
- When you praise his leadership or say you feel safe with him, his resolve wavers for a heartbeat - his ears go pink, he looks away, and for once he’s the one fumbling for words.
- He shuts down any dangerous job suggestion that involves you with a firm “No,” and if anyone questions it, his protective anger flares sharper than usual, surprising even himself.
- Sometimes, when you’re laughing with the others, he just watches with this soft, distant smile, like he’s memorizing the moment - if you catch him staring, he immediately folds his arms and pretends he was “just thinking about the mission.”
Guido Mista
- Mista’s crush on you is loud, chaotic, and so painfully obvious that even the Sex Pistols are clowning on him for it.
- He gravitates to your side without thinking; whenever the team is walking, talking, or sitting, he somehow ends up next to you, thigh-to-thigh or shoulder-to-shoulder, like you’ve got your own orbit.
- His volume drops a notch when he talks directly to you, going from rowdy and joking to this surprisingly soft, boyish tone that makes everyone else stare like, “Bro, really?”
- He laughs way too hard at your jokes - even when they’re not that funny - and then tries to cover with, “No, no, that was actually good, what are you talking about?”
- He uses any excuse to say your name, slipping it into stories, asking your opinion first, or repeating it just to get your attention back on him.
- Narancia has straight-up asked him, “So when are you and her getting together?” more than once, and Mista nearly chokes on his drink every time while insisting, way too quickly, that “We’re just friends!”
- Abbacchio rolls his eyes whenever Mista instantly volunteers for any mission you’re on, muttering something about “predictable idiots and their hormones.”
- Giorno doesn’t comment, but the tiny smile he gets whenever Mista rushes to your side after a fight says he’s fully aware of what’s going on.
- Even Bruno gives him these subtle, knowing looks when Mista hovers around you, like he’s already accepted this as part of the team dynamic.
- He constantly calls you things like “bella,” “princess,” or “angel,” saying it with a teasing lilt so he can pretend he’s not dead serious if you ever call him out.
- He shows off whenever you’re watching: extra spins when he shoots, flashy reloads, leaning back against walls with his gun twirling in his hand like he’s in some action movie.
- If you tease him back - leaning close, calling him handsome, or complimenting his aim - his face goes red instantly and the Pistols start yelling about how “Boss is embarrassed!” inside his gun.
- He’ll half-jokingly say stuff like, “If you ever need protection, I’m on call, twenty-four-seven,” with a grin that’s a little too earnest.
- Mista is a total touch guy with you: slinging an arm over your shoulders, ruffling your hair, bumping his knee against yours under the table, or leaning on you when he’s “tired.”
- He uses your stand or fighting skill as an excuse to get handsy, grabbing your wrists to “correct your form,” guiding your stance, or standing behind you with his hands on your hips to “adjust your balance.”
- When you’re walking near traffic or in a sketchy alley, he moves you to the inside automatically, arm at your back like he’s done it a thousand times in his head already.
- If you get hurt, he goes from laid-back to frantic in a heartbeat, hands all over you checking for wounds, voice cracking as he tells you not to scare him like that.
- He shares his food with you without complaining - even if it’s his favorite - and the others know that’s basically a declaration of devotion coming from him.
- He buys you small, silly things that remind him of you: keychains, snacks, hair clips, random trinkets from street vendors, all given with a casual “Saw this and thought you’d like it, no big deal.”
- He remembers all your “favorites” by heart: your drink, your comfort food, that one song you hum, and he brings them up at the most random times like it’s just common knowledge.
- He lets you play with his hat or hair, grumbling half-heartedly while secretly loving every second your fingers are in his curls.
- He tells the Pistols he doesn’t stand a chance with you, complaining about how “cool” and “strong” you are while they yell over each other about how he’s a coward for not confessing.
- When he thinks you’re asleep on a long car ride, he lowers his voice and mumbles things like, “You have no idea what you do to me,” while watching the road and trying not to freak out.
- Sometimes he slips and says something too honest - “I feel better when you’re close,” “I was really scared for you back there” - then laughs it off and quickly changes the subject.
- If someone flirts with you in front of him, his jealousy is instant and loud - he drapes himself over you, cracks jokes at the guy’s expense, and the Pistols start “accidentally” aiming at the intruder.
Leone Abbacchio
- He tracks you the second you walk into any room, doing a quick “are you okay, are you hurt” scan before going back to pretending he doesn’t care.
- His tone with you is still dry and gruff, but it lacks the bite he uses on everyone else - it’s more exasperated fondness than genuine annoyance.
- He always ends up near you: at the table, on the couch, in the car. If someone points it out, he immediately moves and acts like it was random.
- When you ask questions, he actually explains things instead of brushing you off, going into detail in that low, patient voice he doesn’t use on anyone else.
- Mista and Narancia see the way his eyes soften when you’re focused on something - loading your weapon, checking intel, laughing with the others - and they share smirks every time.
- He almost never snaps at you, even when you make mistakes he’d tear into someone else for - with you, it turns into a tight sigh and a firm but calm correction.
- If you wander off, he notices immediately and subtly shifts so he can keep you in his line of sight, even while pretending to listen to someone else talk.
- Bruno has clocked, without a word, that Abbacchio’s mood is consistently better when you’re nearby and consistently worse when you’re not.
- He always positions himself between you and the unknown - doors, new contacts, crowded streets - like a shield he pretends is “just habit.”
- On missions, he volunteers to go with you into riskier areas, claiming he doesn’t trust anyone else to “not screw it up,” when really he doesn’t trust anyone else with you.
- The moment you’re in danger, his composure tightens to something sharp and vicious; Moody Blues is deployed with a precision that’s almost frightening.
- Afterward, he checks you over under the guise of inspecting your injuries for “mission readiness,” but his touch is careful, thumbs brushing lightly over bruises and cuts.
- He memorizes your preferences: how you take your coffee, what flavors you hate, what songs calm you down, the kind of weather you complain about.
- Your drink or snack of choice has a mysterious way of appearing near you during breaks - if you thank him, he just shrugs and mutters, “You always get that, it wasn’t hard.”
- If you’re cold, his coat ends up around your shoulders with a grumbled, “You’re shaking, it’s distracting,” while he stands there in short sleeves pretending he’s fine.
- When you fall asleep on the couch or on a long drive, you wake up with a blanket over you and your head at a much more comfortable angle - he will deny moving you, every time.
- He keeps his distance on purpose because he’s terrified of letting his temper or past hurt you, but then ruins it by immediately rushing to your side if you even wince.
- When you praise him - his instincts, his stand, his reliability - he goes silent for a beat, eyes flicking away as his jaw clenches like he doesn’t know what to do with that warmth.
- In an argument, he might snap and then instantly regret it if it’s you; his apology comes out stiff and awkward, but he does apologize, which is unheard of for him.
- After a particularly close call, he might mutter something like, “I can’t watch another partner die,” in a low, raw voice before shutting down and avoiding the subject entirely.
- He pushes you hard in training, harsher than you think is necessary, because he’s convinced that if you’re strong enough, he won’t lose you.
- He trusts your judgment more than he admits; if you insist on something tactically, he actually weighs it seriously instead of dismissing it out of pride.
- When you pull off something impressive in a fight, he gives a short nod and a quiet “Good” or “Nice work,” but the rare, faint smirk he wears afterward lingers.
- If anyone underestimates you, he shuts it down fast—cool, cutting remarks about your track record and skills that leave no room for doubt.
- Mista teases him with lines like, “You’re nicer when she’s around, you know that?” and gets a deadly glare for his trouble.
- Narancia accidentally exposes him all the time, blurting out things like, “But you always check on her first!” and then ducking when Abbacchio tries to smack him.
- Giorno quietly notices that Abbacchio’s plans always have extra contingencies around your position and occasionally pairs the two of you together for serious tasks.
- Bruno doesn’t interfere, but there’s a certain knowing look he gives Abbacchio when he sees him wordlessly drape his coat over your shoulders or step in front of you without thinking.
Narancia Ghirga
- He sticks to you like a shadow: if you sit, he flops down right next to you; if you stand, he’s suddenly at your side, shoulder or knee always bumping yours “by accident.”
- He tries way too hard to make you laugh - bad jokes, dramatic retellings of missions, goofy imitations of the others - and always looks straight at your face to see if you’re smiling.
- When you praise him (“Nice shot,” “You did great”), he lights up instantly, grinning so wide it’s ridiculous and then immediately trying to do something else cool.
- His energy level spikes when you’re nearby; he gets louder, more animated, and talks over people just to keep your attention on him.
- He volunteers for every mission you’re on, yelling “I’ll go with her!” before Bruno even finishes explaining the plan.
- If someone sits between you two, Narancia sulks, leans forward to talk past them, or physically drags his chair to close the distance again.
- He gets caught staring - a lot - especially when you’re focused or laughing; as soon as you look back, he snaps his head away and pretends he was looking at something else.
- Whenever someone jokingly asks if he likes you, he panics, blushes, and shouts, “We’re just friends!” in a way that convinces literally no one.
- He calls you a bunch of cheesy nicknames - “idiot,” “shorty,” “princess,” “partner,” “my wingman” - all said with a grin that gives away how fond he actually is.
- He shows off with Aerosmith when you’re watching: flashy loops, dramatic strafes, pinpoint shots he definitely practiced beforehand just so he could impress you.
- If you say you’re scared or uneasy, he immediately puffs up, hands on hips, loudly declaring that nobody will mess with you while he’s around.
- He gets weirdly competitive when other people talk to you, cutting in with jokes, reminding you of inside jokes, or dragging you away to “show you something.”
- Narancia is naturally touchy with you—an arm around your shoulders, leaning his weight on you, tugging your sleeve, poking your cheek to get your attention.
- In crowds or sketchy areas, he grabs your hand without thinking and leads you, only realizing what he’s doing when his ears go red and he awkwardly tries not to let go.
- If you’re tired, he offers his shoulder or lap as a pillow, pretending it’s no big deal while carefully holding still so he doesn’t wake you.
- When you borrow his jacket or hoodie, he whines and complains, but secretly melts seeing you in his clothes and refuses to take it back right away.
- He remembers your favorites - snacks, songs, places, sayings - and loudly points them out whenever he sees them, like, “Hey, that’s your thing, right?”
- When he buys something small for himself, he usually grabs something for you too, tossing it over with a casual “Here, I had extra,” while watching your reaction closely.
- He brags about you behind your back: how strong you are, how smart you are, how cool your stand is, then denies it furiously if anyone tells you.
- He always asks for your help first - even for things he could totally do alone - just because he likes having an excuse to be around you.
- If you’re in trouble, he’s the first one shouting your name, sending Aerosmith into overdrive to find you, voice cracking with panic.
- After a rough fight, he hovers, cracking shaky jokes and glancing over your injuries like he’s counting each bruise and making sure you’re still really there.
- Seeing you cry or shaken throws him; he fumbles his words, then settles for sitting close, offering snacks, music, or stupid stories until you calm down.
- He gets openly, loudly angry at anyone who hurts or scares you, and the others often have to hold him back from taking it too far.
- He blurts out honest things without thinking - “You’re the coolest,” “I feel safer when you’re here,” “Don’t leave me behind, okay?” - and then spends ten minutes backpedaling.
- When you touch him casually (grabbing his hand, fixing his hair, straightening his clothes), he freezes, blushes, and then suddenly can’t stop smiling.
- If you compliment how he looks, he laughs it off, but keeps glancing at you afterward, like he’s replaying your words in his head on loop.
- Late at night, he’s the one whispering dumb questions and talking with you until you both fall asleep, secretly cherishing being the one who has your attention in the quiet.
- Mista teases him relentlessly - “Gonna hold her hand again today?” - and Narancia explodes every time, yelling that it was for safety.
- Abbacchio rolls his eyes but doesn’t interfere; he just mutters that Narancia is “louder than his plane” whenever he starts orbiting you.
- Giorno notices that Narancia fights smarter and harder when you’re his partner and quietly pairs you two up when it’s tactically sound.
- Bruno sees right through the whole thing and allows it as long as it doesn’t interfere with missions, sometimes deliberately assigning you to “watch Narancia’s back,” knowing he’ll take it very seriously.
Pannacotta Fugo
- He’s noticeably more controlled with you - voice low, words chosen carefully, like he’s terrified of snapping and seeing you flinch.
- He always ends up near you without meaning to: at the table, in the car, hovering just behind your shoulder during briefings, then stiffening when he realizes.
- When you ask questions, he explains things in detail and with patience he doesn’t show the others, secretly loving that you come to him for answers.
- His gaze drifts to you constantly; the moment you look back, he jerks his eyes away and pretends to be absorbed in whatever’s in his hands.
- The gang notices he almost never truly yells at you; his temper comes out as tight, frustrated sighs instead of full explosions.
- When someone else makes you laugh, his jaw ticks just a bit and he suddenly finds somewhere else to look, clearly bothered and not sure why.
- If you move across the room, his eyes follow automatically, doing quick “is she okay?” checks while he pretends he isn’t.
- Bruno and Giorno both quietly clock that Fugo is always hyper-aware of where you are in a fight, even when he’s not your designated partner.
- He insists you stand behind him in dangerous situations and calls it “strategy,” even if your stand is perfectly suited for the front line.
- He double-checks your gear before missions - tightening straps, adjusting holsters, fixing anything slightly off - muttering about “sloppiness,” even though his hands are careful.
- If you get hurt, his anger spikes fast: his hands shake, his voice goes sharper, and whoever laid a hand on you instantly becomes target number one in his head.
- After battles, he acts annoyed while checking your wounds, but his touch is gentle and precise, and he relaxes only once he’s sure you’re okay.
- He remembers every small preference you let slip - your favorite drink, what food makes you sick, what kind of weather drains you - and adjusts plans around it without comment.
• If you’re cold, his jacket ends up on your shoulders, accompanied by a brusque, “You’re shivering. It’s distracting,” while he stands there in the wind pretending he isn’t freezing.
• When you’re overwhelmed, he doesn’t push you to talk, just takes the seat near you, quietly handling whatever tasks he can so you have less to stress about.
- He’s convinced he’s bad for you - too angry, too dangerous - so he tries to keep a safe distance, only to ruin it by instantly appearing at your side the second you’re in trouble.
- When you praise him - calling him smart, reliable, or saying you feel safe with him - he short-circuits: ears red, eyes darting away, answers coming out too short and stiff.
- Sometimes, mid-argument, he almost lets the truth slip - “Because I care about you, that’s why!” - before clamping his mouth shut and storming out before you can respond.
- On bad days, a simple touch from you (a hand on his forearm, brushing his hair back, straightening his tie) freezes him in place, anger dissolving into stunned, quiet focus.
- He tutors you in anything you struggle with - strategy, language, math - pretending it’s just so “the team doesn’t fall behind,” but he’s secretly proud when you improve.
- He takes on annoying or mentally demanding tasks for you: sorting intel, checking maps, writing detailed notes, claiming you’d “mess up the details” even though he just doesn’t want you stressed.
- When someone underestimates you, he cuts them down with cold, precise logic, listing your strengths and achievements like he’s been keeping track.
- He unconsciously mirrors you - how you sit, how you fold your arms, little habits - and only stops when someone points it out and he gets flustered.
- Narancia pokes at him constantly: “You’re way nicer when she’s around, you know that?” and dodges flying objects when Fugo denies it too fast.
- Giorno quietly pairs the two of you for tasks where your talents complement his, seeing how Fugo focuses better and keeps his temper more in check with you nearby.
- Bruno says nothing, but there’s a very specific look he gives Fugo whenever he sees him step in front of you without thinking - half warning, half understanding.
Trish Una
- Trish tries very hard to act above it all, but her crush on you bleeds through every time she lets her guard down.
- She gravitates toward you without thinking, sitting next to you in cars, on couches, or at cafés, casually crossing her legs like it’s coincidence you’re always side by side.
- Her tone with you is softer than with anyone else - still sharp and confident, but with a warmth she doesn’t bother hiding when you’re the one she’s talking to.
- She asks for your opinion more than she admits: on outfits, music, places to go, even strategies, then quietly smiles when you agree with her.
- When the group walks, she falls into step beside you, matching your pace, hands folded behind her back like she’s just “strolling,” not deliberately sticking close.
- Mista and Narancia share looks every time Trish straightens up the second you enter a room, smoothing her hair or adjusting her clothes like she wasn’t slouching two seconds ago.
- She insists she doesn’t care what anyone thinks, yet she clearly cares what you think - her mood visibly brightens when you compliment her or laugh at something she says.
- Bruno notices that she relaxes more when you’re nearby, leaning back in her seat or lowering her voice, a trust she doesn’t grant easily to others.
- Even the more stoic members can tell she pays more attention when you speak, eyes following you with open focus instead of her usual bored half-gaze.
- She subtly moves closer if someone shady gets near you, positioning herself between you and them while pretending she’s just changing where she stands.
- If anyone talks down to you, she immediately cuts in with a cool, cutting remark, making it very clear that disrespecting you is unacceptable.
- On missions, she keeps track of where you are, using Spice Girl to soften objects or terrain near you so you’re less likely to get hurt if something goes wrong.
- After a fight, she checks you over under the guise of fixing your clothes, brushing dust off your shoulders and muttering that you “should be more careful.”
- She loves doing your makeup, nails, or hair, insisting it’s just because you “desperately need her help,” while secretly savoring every second of being that close.
- Trish asks you to try on clothes with her, twirling in front of mirrors and pretending she only wants a second opinion, even though your attention is what she really wants.
- She lends you her things - jackets, accessories, perfume - acting like it’s not a big deal, but her gaze lingers when she sees you wearing something of hers.
- When you’re tired, she guides you to sit and fusses over you in her own way: adjusting your posture, handing you water, telling everyone else not to bother you.
- She remembers tiny details about you: your favorite colors, what fabrics you like, the kinds of places that make you nervous, and adjusts plans to fit your comfort without saying why.
- If you’re upset, her first instinct is to get annoyed at whoever caused it, then she quietly sits with you, offering a calm presence and the occasional dry joke to make you smile.
- She lets you see her vulnerable moments - fear, frustration, confusion - long before she shows that side to most of the others, trusting you not to judge her.
- When you compliment her, she looks away with a small, genuine smile, the kind that softens all her sharp edges for a moment.
- Narancia and Mista whisper about how “Trish is different with her,” snickering whenever she pretends not to care but immediately checks on you if you leave the room.
- Fugo notices how much calmer she is when you’re nearby, quietly filing it away and sometimes steering you in her direction when she’s tense.
- Giorno pairs you and Trish together on tasks that require trust, knowing you bring out a more grounded, brave side of her.
- Bruno respects her space but occasionally gives her a knowing look when she hovers a little too long at your side, silently acknowledging what everyone else already sees.
Giorno Giovanna
- Giorno’s crush is quiet, steady, and so deliberate that everyone around him can feel it, even if he never says a word.
- He always seems to be near you without making a show of it - choosing the seat beside you, standing at your shoulder in tense situations, drifting to your side during debriefs.
- His voice softens when he speaks to you; the sharp, decisive tone he uses as a leader becomes calmer, warmer, like he’s careful not to weigh you down.
- He listens to you with full attention, eyes locked on yours, treating every opinion you give as something worth considering seriously.
- When plans are made, he instinctively accounts for your tendencies - how you fight, move, and think - so that the team strategy naturally fits around you.
- The others notice that you’re the one he explains things to most thoroughly, lingering just a bit longer to make sure you’re comfortable with the plan.
- Mista and Narancia trade looks whenever Giorno silently appears at your side the moment something even slightly dangerous happens nearby.
- He rarely shows irritation with you - even if you mess up, he’s patient, explaining calmly instead of letting frustration show like he might with others.
- Bruno can see the way Giorno’s gaze softens when you’re speaking or laughing, but he respects Giorno enough not to call him out on it.
- In fights, he keeps track of your position constantly, sending life energy to objects near you - turning debris into animals, softening blows, or creating shields - before you even ask.
- He tends to place himself between you and the enemy’s blind spots, taking hits or drawing attention to himself if it means you have a clearer, safer opening.
- If you get hurt, his calm fractures just a bit; his movements become sharper, his voice colder, and his retaliation more precise, like he’s personally offended that someone touched you.
- He checks on your injuries afterward with gentle, practiced hands, using Gold Experience to ease pain or heal wounds, all while quietly telling you what he’s doing so you don’t worry.
- He notices every small preference you have: your favored drink, what flowers you like, the kind of scenery that relaxes you, and these things start “coincidentally” showing up around you.
- He creates tiny living gifts with his stand - a flower blooming in your hand, a small animal that curls up in your lap - claiming it helps you de-stress after missions.
- If you’re anxious, plants around you suddenly seem lusher, the air calmer, as he subtly uses his abilities to make the environment gentler on your senses.
- He remembers everything you say in passing - places you want to visit, things you’ve never tried - and quietly steers routes or breaks so you get those experiences.
- Giorno is composed, but when you’re put in serious danger, his mask cracks; his eyes widen, his jaw clenches, and his usually measured tone turns urgent when he calls your name.
- When you thank him sincerely or tell him you trust him, he pauses for a beat too long, as if the weight of those words hits deeper than he expected.
- There are rare moments when he lets you see his vulnerability - his doubts, his fears about the future of the gang - and he speaks to you as an equal rather than as the boss.
- He sometimes says things that skirt the edge of confession, like “Your presence reassures me more than you know,” then moves on smoothly before you can fully react.
- Mista teases lightly, making comments like, “Boss sure likes having you around,” just to see the faint, almost invisible twitch at the corner of Giorno’s mouth.
- Narancia bluntly asks things like, “Hey, do you like her or what?” and gets silenced by a calm stare and a redirect back to the mission.
- Fugo notices how much more carefully Giorno plans when you’re involved and quietly accepts it as part of their new normal.
- Bruno trusts Giorno’s judgment but occasionally gives him that subtle, knowing look that says: it’s obvious, whether he admits it or not.
How about we have some small angst!
How would the Joestars/Jobros react to the reader nearly dying?
(yes the Jobros are needed 😌 Take as long as you need for this though and have fun!)
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𝐉𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒'+𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒' 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒
A/n ; HELLLOOO SWEETIEE ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) this is one of the first angsts I have written so I hope my writing isn't funky.. And holy I'm SO sorry this took this long to come out sweetie and for the small amount of characters.. writer's block hit me hard...🙍♀️ So sorry sweetie..I hope you enjoy tho !
Dividers by @/cursed-carmine
Angst , x gn reader , pt1-3 , injuries and blood
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JONATHAN JOESTAR .
— ☆ Shaken. It all happened in a blur. He wasn't looking, you jumped before you could warn him and then he hears a heavy thud behind him. When he turns, everything stirred into an unclear silence. His hands are trembling when they hold you, as if you were broken glass—he blanks out the heavy blood loss you were experiencing, and he whispers for you to stay awake. It was small, broken—and the last point he'll endure. Held rage seeped into the cracks, and his fingers tighten around your skin—digging into flesh he hoped was still warm.
— ☆ But it wasn't warm. You were cold. Like Ice. He choked on a sob. Before the overwhelming realisation hits him—he forgets the fight and his goal, the sight of you laying still frightened him more than anything ever could. Prayers escape his lips while he begs for you to at least open your eyes. He didn't have anyone to take you to, the only thing he was limited to was wrapping the large slash using some torn fabric from his top and a prayer he kept repeating like it had sense anymore.
— ☆ When you awaken, Jonathan's head is placed on the side of the bed, right next to your hand. When you mutter a weak, “Jonathan?” Your voice was barely even there but Jonathan's eyes open in a second. He's frantic, and relieved to see you're alive. You're there. Hugs you so tight he even forgot you were still severely injured. After that day, he always lingers by your side a little longer and tends to ask how you are often. He's worried, constantly—for that day showed him a reality that could have elongated, but perhaps the gods decided to spare him.
“My love...Do not ever think to defend me in battle again—I admire you for your bravery, but the guilt l'll carry if something severe happend to you will be immense. You have saved me once, but do not ever decide your life is worth so little to throw it away so carelessly. It's the sole reason I'm still going. Your life is the reason why my heart still beats.”
ROBERT E.O SPEEDWAGON .
— ☆ Haunted. He was careless and turned his back—and that resulted in you taking the shot. He's spiraling when he sees you fallen on the ground—a gunshot wound, right near to your very alive heart. He drops to the ground so fast his knees went numb, shaking you so hysterically as if you'd awake. Holds you close to him, and screams to his workers to get immediate help. He's talking to you, whispering to you—his voice desperate to hear your response to his questions. He couldn't let you go like this.
— ☆ He didn't like how still your body was, how faint your pulse hummed underneath your skin—tears prick at the edge of his eyes while he holds you secure against him, like he was your shield. Everything was a blur for him afterwards, but that insistent ache that gnawed at his chest—as it pulled his heart apart to remind him how this could have been prevented if..he kept his eyes forward and didn't waver.
— ☆ You awoke from two weeks passing, and when Speedwagon enters the room, a tray in hand, and he notices your sat up figure—the item clatters to the ground as he runs to you. His arms embrace you in a warm hug, he's crying into your neck, voice breaking as he tells you how paranoid he was for your life. But luck had his back, for once. After that incident, he hired secret bodyguards that were guarding you 24/7 and, he's become even more protective of you. Can you blame him though? He has felt your cold body, and he will never let your temperature fall down again.
“My dear...please, don't ever do something like this ever again. Do you know how much constant pain I was in waiting for your eyes to open and imagining the suffering you had go through? Please...I don't know what I would do if the heavens actually took you away from me. The night where you layed so unresponsively, still haunts me to this day...”
JOSEPH JOESTAR .
— ☆ Has never felt actual, mind wrecking fear in his entire life until this moment. You two were cornered and the only option for you to get out of this alive was to fight—but it took a massive turn. Joseph was fending off the enemies and didn't see how another had sneaked up behind you. But there was this sudden coldness that hung in the air, he turned to check on you—and let out a blood curdling scream calling your name so loud, it echoed through every silent, abyssal corner.
— ☆ Goes mad. He's not sparing any mercy and in a flash—he's done, covered in blood and other lacerations, but he runs to you first. Tried to get you to wake up, panic erupting in him when you don't respond. And he lifts you immediately, doesn't waste a minute to start sprinting. His heart stammers against his ribs and, the adrenaline rushed through his veins since it was the only thing keeping him awake. He will not allow you to die like this, over his own dead body.
— ☆ He's quiet and less his usual humourous self when you're recovering in stillness. But the moment you wake up—he's at your side, sobbing ugily into your lap and gripping your hand like he's making sure you aren't a dream again. Starts to become extremely protective..and might I say, possessive even—he doesn't let you join training, or fights, he's not going to see himself the same if he notices you're injured. Even a small paper cut would make him go into panic.
“Baby...you know how much I love you right? How I would buy the moon if you asked? Yeah...you know—i have never.. experienced such a mess of emotions in my life, when l saw you on the floor like that. And I'm not allowing it again. You hear me baby?”
CAESAR ZEPPELI .
— ☆ Goes blank. The light in his eyes shiver when he sees you on the floor, unconscious, and bleeding a fatal amount. He scrambles, and accidentally zaps himself with his own hamon for how frantic he is. He rushes to your side and pulls you into his arms, his mother tongue slipping and speaking to you to stay awake. Stay alive. At least take a breath. For him.
— ☆ Tears already spill from his eyes before he can even feel them. He's the only one with you, so to keep your blood from flowing out; he uses his scarf and tightly wraps it around your open wound. He's carrying you very carefully, and flinches hard when he hears a pained groan escaped you. He doesn't stroll around after that, immediately rushes to anywhere that could help you.
— ☆ He doesn't leave your room until you are awake. And when you do, he's conflicted—his face twists into that of pain, relief and guilt. He takes your hands and softly cries into your palms, and kisses them so tenderly his lips graze over your skin. After it passes, he starts to have his hands secure around you—either on your hip, around your waist/torso, or his hand holding yours. He needs to feel your warmth to assure him he isn't hallucinating your smile, and also to pull you out of any potential danger. He does, hold onto the scarf that has your blood absorbed in it's fabric, as a reminder he shall keep thriving.
“Mio caro/Mia cara, the night is, beautiful isn't it? But.. it also reminds me, the dreadful day where you bled out on the ground right before my very eyes. Il mio tesoro, will you promise me one favour? That you'll be stay by my side on every night, so we can gaze the stars together?”
JOTARO KUJO .
— ☆ Appalled. And actually shows it for a split second. It was only a brief glance he had to take before he realises you're going to hit the ground. Your name rips out of his throat and he catches you just in time—but when he feels just how cold your body has turned. The real horror dreads onto his face. Your breathing is there, but it's alarmingly uneven.
— ☆ His slender fingers curl into the fabric of your clothes in a way to gain his senses, damaging it slightly. He sucks in a breath—and uses star platinum to knock you out fully in order for you to not feel the pain. He's pulling you into his arms and lifting you, head snapping to the nearest hospital. Now his breathing is uneven, but that isn't his priority, neither is the severely battered down enemy.
— ☆ When he hears you have awoken from your rest, he walks into the hospital room with a detached expression. You know he's had it hard for the last couple of weeks for his tired he looked. He sits on the nearby chair, hesitantly—like he doesn't know if it's an illusion or not. His voice comes out low, his hat's dipped over his eyes so you don't see how sore they are. His hand grips your own, for a minute, afraid to hurt you. But also afraid to let you go. He's the same afterwards, but star platinum isn't—his soul isn't. His stand flickers to life behind you every second to check on you, without you knowing it's presence. It fixes objects into place, moves anything that could be dangerous and always, has it's eye on you.
“Gimme a break, why didn't you call out to me? Why did you keep fighting...knowing it could have caused your own demise? Why...do you always make me worry for you so much [Name]? At least bother yourself to call my name before you pass out.”
KAKYOIN NORIAKI .
— ☆ Petrified to extents that aren't normal. His stand reacts before he can, it's green tentacles burst out and zoomed to envelope you before your body decides to fall. He's sprinting to you next, forgetting the ongoing fight. He's crying, sobs ripping out of him violently while he holds your head in his hand—keeps you close so he can share his warmth with you, in hopes you'll accept it though the coldness etched in your skin.
— ☆ It took a while for care to come, and that was the most horrible 45 minutes he has ever endured. He's fully shaking, whispering incoherence even he couldn't understand himself, and the other crusaders have to pry him off you when care does come. And that's when the enduring point snaps—he's completely out of it. His trembling body seemed to worsen when he stays quiet, his fingers sinking into his palms as his thoughts consume him. Avdol had to shake him out of it, yet he fell right back in. Honestly, the crusaders have never seen Kakyoin act like this in their entire journey.
— ☆ Kakyoin's hugging you to him the minute he sees you're awake—his hot tears staining the shoulder area of your shirt, and he takes a very long time to finally calm down. He needs to hear your voice to feel himself go limp—hold his face in your hands and tell him you're right here. After that horrific incident, he's glued to your side. His overthinking hits when he sees you out of his sight for too long, he has to be near you—to protect you and..remind himself you didn't die, like in his incessant nightmares.
“[Name] please, be careful the next time we are fighting...or just call out my name and I'll be right there. I don't think I can manage to see you injured like that again. I.. don't even know what i would do with myself if something happened to you. You're the light in my life, if something serious happens to you. I can't say what I'd do to get it back.”
Phantom Blood movie Jonathan by Reiji Sakagami
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