Dec 27, 2025
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purple haze feedback my beloved ✌️
i couuuld make it better but i dont want to
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A typical day for the protagonists of TGWS au !
Just a compilation of random interactions that my friend ( @jdlover ) helped me put together. Fugo and Abbacchio are just acquaintances with mutual friends (Bucciarati and Mista), so they're kind of distant (for now) , Giorno is a "model" student and friend of Narancia, and Bucciarati is Narancia's legal guardian (as caregiver/adoptive brother), and both are disappointed with Narancia's school grades , Mista, who works as a mailman, just wants to discuss the news and gossip with Trish ...
more Fugo x reader ... waaaaauhhh add onto the story feed me 🥺🥺 I loved how u did the last request I sent .. there's not enough Fugo fics 🥺🥺
Yes of course!!
Fugo knows your footsteps. Too well.:
He pretends he doesn’t, but when he thinks you’re not paying attention, he reacts instantly to them.
It’s embarrassing how fast his head snaps toward the sound. Abbacchio once tested it by mimicking your walk down the hallway.
Fugo turned around smiling softly, then saw Abbacchio’s smug face. “Wow,” Abbacchio said. “You’re whipped—”
“SHUT UP.”
He didn’t talk to Abbacchio for 3 days after that.
You’re the only one allowed to touch his shoulders:
If anyone else puts a hand on him, even a friendly pat, Fugo tenses like a cornered animal.
But you? You can walk up behind him during a meeting, rest your chin on his shoulder and say “hi,” and he melts so quietly Bruno pretends not to notice.
He even shifts in his chair so you have more space to lean on him.
When he cooks for you, that is a LOVE LANGUAGE:
Fugo knows a ridiculous amount about nutrition, flavor balance, and efficiency.
When he cooks for the team: fast, practical, perfectly seasoned.
When he cooks for you: He takes his sweet. Sweet. Time.
Bucci gang has walked in on him:
slicing basil like it’s a love poem
muttering “she likes extra parmesan… she’ll smile if I do that…”
plating things like it’s a Michelin restaurant
taste-testing things with an expression that absolutely means “not good enough for her yet”
Narancia: “Bro you don’t even cook like that for us—”
Fugo: glares murderously
Narancia: “OKAY MY BAD—”
Fugo acts like he’s calm when you’re hurt:
He is absolutely not calm. You come home with a small bruise, a simple scrape, a twisted ankle, something normal.
Fugo:
jaw clenched
hands shaking
trying not to yell because it’s not your fault
pacing the room while treating it like you were stabbed
He finally snaps:
“WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!”
“I was fine—”
“YOU ARE NEVER ‘FINE’ TO ME—YOU ARE—” he cuts himself off before he says precious, important, my entire stability, but he’s basically vibrating with panic.
You touch his cheek. He goes silent. Completely. “…Just tell me next time,” he says quietly, forehead pressed to your shoulder.
He tries SO HARD not to be jealous. And fails.:
Fugo is logical. Fugo is mature. Fugo does not get jealous.
…is what he tells himself.
The truth?
If someone flirts with you:
his voice drops an octave
he stands closer
he smiles politely but his eyes are deadly
Purple Haze manifests behind him like “say the word”
One time a waiter flirted with you while pouring wine. Fugo smiled. The waiter felt the temperature drop five degrees.
Even Bruno knows you're his grounding point:
One day when Fugo stormed out of a meeting, frustrated, overwhelmed, angry, Bruno just sighed and looked at you. “Could you… talk to him?”
You went. Five minutes later, Fugo came back. Calm. Focused. Hands relaxed.
Narancia whispered, “What’d she DO?! Magic?!”
Mista: “Bro, that’s not magic. That’s love.”
Fugo, overhearing, turned red in under one second.
When he finally says “I love you,” it’s accidental:
He doesn’t plan it. Doesn’t rehearse it. It slips out when you’re tending to a cut on his cheek.
“You don’t have to—” he starts. “Yes I do,” you say, brushing hair from his forehead. And that does it. He whispers it. Barely audible.
“…I love you.”
Then freezes, like he just committed a felony. You smile. He almost stops breathing. When you say “I love you too,” his hand flies to his face because he’s blushing so hard it physically hurts.
He’s ruined forever after that. Completely devoted.
Fugo has one recurring nightmare: losing you.:
Not death.
Not betrayal.
Just… you walking away because he’s too much, too angry, too sharp, too unstable.
When he wakes up, he always checks to make sure you’re breathing, then quietly holds your hand until he falls asleep again. You never mention it. But you always squeeze his hand back.
He trusts you more than he trusts himself:
He’ll follow your judgment when he’s spiraling. He’ll calm down when you ask, even when he can’t for anyone else.
If you say: “Fugo, breathe.”
He breathes.
If you say: “Fugo, look at me.”
He looks at you instantly.
If you say: “Fugo, come here.”
He is already moving.
You’re the one person who makes him feel safe inside his own mind.
Pannacotta Fugo (manga) + Calico Telescope Eye Goldfish
Aroace/aroace-spec BEAM
Don’t tell me that none of these are cannon or that I’m boring because i don’t care bitch! I skin you like deer /ref
Edit: IT CUT ME OFF i couldn’t tag everyone sigh
Happy Throw Rocks at Fugo Thursday everyone.
