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Hello!! this is my first request, kinda nervous icl...
Anyways! For the request could it be something along the lines of Bucci gang (separate) x self destructive/critical!reader?
essentially a comfort headcannon fic where maybe reader holds themselves in quite high regards and when almost failing missions easily gets frustrated with themselves and maybe neglect basic needs like eating out of their own self directed frustration and the characters comfort them.
if you don't feel comfortable writing any of this then pls feel free to ignore!!
Bucci gang x self-destructive/critical reader
After a slightly botched mission, even though it went well, you hole up on your own and neglect yourself to seemingly no end.
I didn't want to take anymore time delaying this, so I didn't get to write for Trish, I hope you're okay with that! And I hope you're okay with the way I chose to write this (^^ă
Bucciarati:
Just because youâre not supposed to be on the clock doesnât mean Bucciarati isnât worried for you. He notices your absence and wonders if youâre even taking care of yourself.
He knocks on your door, calls out your name, and breaks in if you donât open up.
You could be embarrassed being seen by your capo this way, but heâs too worried about you to care.
He takes you out to a nice restaurant, even if you donât fit in and arenât dressed fancy.
While eating, he talks to you about all the good things you did.
He recounts in a very objective way what you did right, and slowly adds in his own genuine praises.
After your next mission, good or bad, he doesnât wait to be alone with you. He tells you in front of everyone that you did a good job and that heâs proud of you.
The others might get a little confused as to why heâs only praising you, but they donât disagree. Itâs a bit unprofessional of him, but affirming you is more important than anything else at the moment.
Giorno:
If heâs the boss in this scenario, heâs tempted to send someone to check on you, but heâd rather check on you himself. The risk of going himself is bad, but he does it anyway.
If heâs a newbie, he probably uses his free time to spy outside your place, wondering why you havenât left in a while or turned your lights on.
He doesnât need powers to get into your place, he probably finds a way to get a copy of your key scarily easy.
I think itâd be funny if he got your key somehow, tried unlocking your door but your door is already carelessly left unlocked, so heâs just confused like wtf ??? trying to open it LMAO
uhh after a little while of struggling, he either gets in or you just open it for him and heâs all âđ¶â the aura loss is crazy
He didnât really plan this part so he just starts asking if youâve been okay.
I think itâd be hard to tell him about your issues straight up, but heâs definitely there for you.
He listens to you and lets you go on about your worries. Once youâre done explaining what needs to be said, he pulls you in and gives you a hug. And while youâre in his arms, he softly tells you not to destroy yourself, and that youâve been doing well.
He might not be able to keep eyes on you all the time, so he makes sure that whenever you go out, people treat you kindly, people give you extra scoops of ice cream, and flowers blossom wherever you go.
Mista:
Time flies after the mission and he doesnât think too much of it tbh. Heâs bored one day and heâll think of people to bother, and then he realizes he hasnât seen you in a hot minute.Â
He brings over takeout so you have a reason to come out, he knocks on your door, probably saying stupid stuff like, âAre you alive?â And almost thinks you got robbed or something when he sees you.
He quickly forces you to eat the takeout, even if he doesnât know youâre starving, and keeps staring at you, wondering what the hell happened???
Heâs too dense to figure out what happened on his own, but heâs not THAT dense, so once you make one self-deprecating comment, he goes, âOhhhhh⊠But the mission was fine, whatâs up?â
He's trying to remember what couldâve happened, but any mistakes you made were definitely not Narancia-level bad, nor was the number 4 involved at any point in time (trust me, he made sure.), so if you mention something you did wrong, he immediately defends you without even thinking.
Itâs frustrating and validating. You really didnât do anything wrong.
He gives you a hug and a pat on the head before he leaves, and he makes sure to come back.
Like a fly that keeps following you, he wonât go away!
When youâre on a mission together, you feel closer, but he never mentions your struggles in front of the others.
He goes the extra mile during tough missions for success, keeping in mind how youâd feel if things went horribly.
After a success, completely out of shape, he puts an arm over your shoulders, going, âYou really saved my back!â And itâs true. Keeping you in mind, he was able to do outstandingly good, almost as good as you.
Narancia:
He busts open your door to show you something cool, and freaks out when he sees your ragged self. - Heâs so loud and frantic that lowkey gotta get up and tell him to calm down, which gets you out of bed at least.
He tries to help clean up, but he sucks at cleaning, so you have to help him.
He leaves for like an hour and a half to get groceries, but ends up just buying a bunch of random stuff. Then he tries to cook, and youâll have to stop him before he can burn down the kitchen.
He tries to be wise like Bucciarati, âYour body is a templeâŠâ But he forgets what to say mid-sentence.
He sucks at helping, but he tries to keep things lighthearted with you. He comes over for a wellness checkup, but disguises it as him trying to show off some airplane model, and yaps your ear off for so long that he loses the plot.
Heâs not the best at comfort, but he wants you to be okay.
Next time you go on a mission, heâs scared to mess up because he doesnât want you to worry again. You end up saving him in a tight spot and he gives you a breathtaking hug. Seriously, heâs got some strength surprisingly.
He goes up to Bucciarati, all âWe did pretty good out there, right?â Until Bucciarati agrees. Then he looks at you with sparkles in his eyes. You did pretty good yourself.
Abbacchio:
He tries not to act shocked, but he definitely is.
He becomes 10 times quieter because everything he usually says comes out rude and sarcastic.
Being a heavy drinker, his first instinct is to put any bottles you have lying around into the recycling.
He orders some food, and while you eat, he sits in silence with you wondering what to do.
He settles on talking you out of destroying yourself. His voice is so deep and smooth that in the moment, itâs hard not to get distracted.
But keeping up with his words, he makes it sound like you being better is all for the good of the team, when he really does just care about you.
âNothing is ever worth hurting yourself,â speaking like a true hypocrite, ânot even a failed mission.â
The next time he instinctually grabs a wine bottle, he stops to think about you, and puts it down. Save the alcohol for celebrations, not for failures.
that being said, after a successful mission, he begins to drink again. Narancia notices, âI havenât seen you drink in a while, Abbacchio, I was starting to think you quit!â
âItâs different now,â Abbacchio smiles ever so slightly, âtonightâs a celebration. Because the mission was a clean success.â
Narancia takes that as an excuse to act childish, Mista doesnât believe it but follows with the celebration, and Abbacchio wants to stop smiling to stick it to them, but he canât because of how your doe-like stare from across the room.
Fugo:
He also gets frustrated when a mission has failed, or even if it succeeded but was a mess, so he understands where youâre coming from.
Forgive him, he might have the urge to call you stupid for this. He doesnât mean to!!!
He just believes youâre above this, that youâre too smart to be acting this way. Only someone stupid would do something like starve themselves, right?
You're not stupid though. You just need help. Once he realizes that, he does his best to help you out even though he knows itâs not really his business.
This guy is so extra, heâs cleaning your whole place and organizing your stuff. PLEASE stop him before he goes through things you donât want him to see.
He comes back over every now and then to check up on you, always with food or a snack. Heâs like a mom, constantly criticizing you for the sake of your health, but it is out of concern.
f/o promising me its okay to Not doomscroll and read articles and to try not to think about bad things for a while please please please please please
Imagine your f/o helping you distract yourself after you saw something triggering online. They put your phone on silent for you. They offer to put on your favorite show or movie. Or maybe, they can give you a massage to drive the tension out of your body. Or, if you want, they can just cuddle you and let you vent.
You aren't being weird and your reactions are natural, no matter what triggered you. Your f/o wants you to know that.
when you are doing bad and try to imagine what your f/o would say to help you you should magically be transmitted an exactly perfect sentence as they would say it that helps/comforts/motivates you as much as possible in that situation
trying to imagine f/o comforting me over climate anxiety and its just like âFuckkk man i dunnoâ cause *I* dont know either!!!!
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â 550 words, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of panic/anxiety | this is for a lovely anon <3
He rolls over and the glaring light of the screen wakes him.
Copia blinks against the pain in his eyes and notices youâre no longer warmly snuggled against his back, no hand buried in the soft hair of his chest. Instead he finds you sat on the floor, your laptop open in front of you as you furiously type. The alarm clock on his nightstand shows a blurry three.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks drowsily.
that âtwins at the carouselâ trend but its me losing my mind with my f/os floating around my head
For the "hold me closer" prompts: "I didn't take you to be the 'big spoon' kind of guy" with Copia!
(Copia reads pretty definitively as "little spoon" to me, so him as big spoon should be interesting to explore!)
see, i feel like i think differently of him... here's a lil somethin somethin:
Papa Emeritus the Fourthâs robes were smooth beneath your fingertips.
You gingerly removed the stole from his shoulders, folded it, and draped it on a nearby chair. He stayed still, his shoulders sloped, his breath deep and slow.
This was its own ritual. Black Mass had just ended, a late-night edition. You prepared the clothing, ensuring everything was ready for the next mass. With that came undressing Papa after each one.
You started a job that once made you blush, but now the routine and his quirks were familiar.
He was quiet today.
âReady, Papa?â
A nod. No words.
You unzipped the back of his black robe, the orange and gold detail catching in the soft light of the vestry. The fabric was lush, soft in your hands as you pulled it from him.
You expected him to step out in his undershirt and trousers and dismiss you as usual. Instead, he lingered, watching as you hung the robe.
âSomething you need, Papa?â
âEh, actually â yes. Yes, I had something to ask of you.â He shuffled his feet, fiddling with his hands. Copia was looking at you now, tiredness in his eyes. âIt is⊠you can say no, of course.â
Papa was obviously nervous, which made your own chest bloom with a strange kind of anxiety. He always seemed to be a ball of nerves,
âA cuddle. Would you⊠would you have a cuddle with me?â He nearly cringed at his own words, turning his head away from you. âIt doesnâtâ we donât have toââ
Your mind raced as he stammered. This was not a request to deny. Papa was asking, and you couldnât say no.
Thatâs how you ended up beneath his crushed blue velvet duvet, waiting for him. He hadnât expected you to say yes, so delight lit his face. He quickly took your hand, leading you to his quarters.
You shakily slipped off your habit, setting it aside so you wore only a camisole and underwear. He unbuttoned and slid off his slacks, leaving himself in tight black boxers. Youâd seen him scantily clad before, but now, knowing you were about to share a bed, your skin buzzed with anticipation.
To your surprise, any earlier awkwardness seemed to have disappeared when Papa left the vestry. His movements were now smooth as he walked around the bed, a small smile resting on his lips as he prepared to join you.
âIâve needed this.â
The bed dipped as he dropped his knee, crawling in beside you. His skin, already flushed, felt warm against yours. A breath caught in your throat when his arm wound around your middle, tugging you close.
How good it felt to be held by him. His frame was strong, yet comfortable. His hand drifted up your arm, fingers circling your wrist. You sighed deeply, your body shuddering with sudden comfort.
âOh. I didnât take you to be the âbig spoonâ kind of guy.â Mentally, you facepalmed at how casual you sounded.
Papa chuckled into your neck. âThereâs a lot thatâs unknown about me, tesoro.â His words held surprising weight. You spent so much time with him, yet do you really know him? It was your duty to serveâto dress and undress him for each mass.
Is he different behind closed doors?
He was already proving it.
You settled into him as his fingers laced with yours. âIâve needed this. Some downtime with another.â His breath ghosted the sensitive skin behind your ear. âItâs a lonely job. If youâve ever wondered.â
Silence stretched.
You were comfortable but overwhelmed, eyes darting for something smart to say. All you managed was: âI will do this whenever you ask, Papa.â
timâs dub voice⊠hmm
just remembered im gonna get to see/hear him animated in the green tombstone arc eventually Yayy yippeee
timâs dub voice⊠hmm
im going Fucking crazy need f/o to become real so he can help calm me down just so i stop terrorizing the real people around me so much
just woke up from a nap n Im thinkin about some of the best nap buddies in JJBAâŠ
Jonathan, his broad chest so large you can use it as a pillow. On your side, left arm wrapped around him, and his right arm behind you settled on your waist. You lace your fingers with his, nestled perfectly in his arms.
Caesar, on his side facing you, one hand under your pillow to prop you up for the optimal angle. The other hand on the small of your back, pressing you gently forward to twirl legs together in a gentle knot.
Avdol, who lets you rest your head directly on his beating heart, that warm center of circulation grounding you to this moment. He brushes his fingertips against yours, his lips on your forehead murmuring sweet words that relax your sleeping face.
Josuke, wrapped completely around you like net. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck, where you can smell the sweet, woody cinnamon of his cologne, his arms and legs basically a weighted blanket. His soft breath tickles your nose.
Mista, his arms a belt around your waist, your back to his chest. His chin tucked on your shoulder, leg between yours, low snores directly in your ear. Curls brush your neck, the Pistols curling around your pillow, with his back to the doors and windows.
Risotto, with a cool body like a godsend in the summer. Stripped to your underwear, the AC blasting, his large, scarred hand settled just barely on the base of your neck. White hair mingles with yours as he takes a rare break, foreheads touching.
Hermes, lacing her fingers with yours, her other arm sliding under your pillow, and her forehead bumping yours, sneaking little kisses that make you giggle, smiling as you snuggle closer under the blanket.
Gyro, whose hands have ended many a life, watching you with gentle green eyes as you curl towards him. His hand settling on your waist, rubbing slowly from it to your hip, finally staying on it and holding you firm, perfectly still, safe.
for your soft request, how about Frater Imperator with an anxious reader ft. cuddles in bed or on his couch. You decide the direction and what calls to you!
if you need a prompt to get you going: A sibling of sin is worried about losing Papa IV (completely optional)
Content: 1.1k words, Copia x gn!reader, soft and sweet, naked cuddling, softness with a spinkle of angst, anxiety, overthinking, SFW but some suggestive playfulness to help lighten the mood.
âAre you feeling ok, amore?âÂ
The question trailing on the sentence heâs been reading catches you slightly off guard, rips the warmth youâve found cuddled up in bed away like someoneâs stolen the blanket.Â
A small noise of acknowledgement leaves you before you respond. Â
âYeah, why? Iâm just listening to you.â
need f/o catastrophically bad (NOT horny i am going insane and need someone to comfort me and help me)
im going to be alone forever whether i like it or not. And even if im not i wouldnt be satisfied
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