If Youre Comfortable With It Could You Please Do Bucci Gangs Reaction To S/o Telling Them That There

If you’re comfortable with it could you please do bucci gangs reaction to s/o telling them that there pregnant?

why would i ever turn down such a sweet request! sorry for the wait anon~! i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing for it! 🍒💖

Bucci Gang Reacting to Pregnant s/o

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Giorno Giovanna:

-The time you confessed you were pregnant was when Giorno got home from an entire day in the office.

-You confronted him as he started to take his coat off and unwind from the day. The stress showing in the small yet noticeable eye bags. Honestly, he was running on autopilot.

-When you dropped the bomb, it took him a few moments to register it. A couple of clueless blinks before he rose up, his arms dropping to his side forgetting what exactly he was doing.

-By the time it clicks in his brain and the longer he stares at your unsure look, he slowly makes his way towards you.

-His arms wrap around you as you feel the curling of his lips against your neck exposed skin.

“I’m so glad mia cara, this new gift of life being further proof of our undying love.”

Bruno Bucciarati:

-It doesn’t take him a long time for him to notice, not with him being a walking lie detector.

-Bucciarati will catch onto the nervous glances you give him, even if they are small and subtle. After years of being involved with the mafia, he knows when a person’s moods shifts.

-The confrontation starts with him watching you cook the evening’s dinner. Sitting at the kitchen counter silently, just watching you.

-You turn around slowly asking whatever he meant by his offputting comment, although you can’t hide it for long and just decide to spill the beans.

-He is ecstatic and makes his way over to you. Enveloping you into a loving embrace, he asks why you decided to hide such an amazing miracle from him.

-Please give this man a child already.

“You cannot believe how happy I am bella, we can finally be the family we always dreamed of.”

Guido Mista:

-I just want to say that he is probably the one who least expected any of this to happen. He just wanted to try one session (actually many before without it) without protection and you can probably guess how it happened. Who guess that would have happened?

-He is astonished and in pure shock when you drop this nuclear missile on him. His eyes bulge out of his head and you see no thought behind those dark pupils of his.

-For a second it scares you before he scopes you up in his arms, engulfing you and laughing like a madman. It also scares you because you have no idea if he went off the deep end or he is just genuinely this happy.

-He assures you that it was out of pure joy and that this was something he looked forward to.

-Mista overall is just so happy and then actually become overprotective for the next nine months

-Good luck :)

“Don’t look at me like that babe! I can’t help myself from imaging our little future family!”

Narancia Ghirga:

-Just like Bucciarati, you are a little frightened to tell him. You don’t know if he’ll react poorly or not, you didn’t want to take that chance.

-Narancia will notice this and recon with Bucciarati at first. He thinks that you lost feelings or something else that dire happened.

-When the confrontation begins, he can’t help but fidget and break out in small beads of sweat as you continue to stare at him.

-The moment the words “I’m pregnant” leave your mouth, his jaw drops. Bright violet eyes stare back into your own as you try to read his expression.

-After a few minutes of awkward complete silence, you are then tackled by Narancia’s arms. He strongly grips onto you as if you would disappear any moment.

-Small tears are shed as he chuckles and whines about how happy he is. He then rants on how much you and him would make amazing parents.

“I-I’m just happy…! This is all I could ever ask for, thank you so much y/n!”

Leone Abbacchio:

-Out of all of the Bucci gang, he is probably the one you most likely would be intimidated to tell. His silent abrasive behavior being the side of the coin you wouldn’t want to receive.

-He would, just like Bucciarati and Narancia, would be the one doing the confronting.

-It comes off more of him barking at you (not like a dog you people who think that), but him being that way because he braced himself in advance thinking that you were going to break up with him or something.

-He takes a step and goes through the whole shocked anime protagonist moment as if he just got outsmarted by his opponent.

-You frown at the prolonged silence and walk away into the other room to lay down to sleep away from the previous encounter.

-You fall asleep to be wakened by strong arms wrapped around your stomach. Hands wandering around and slowly caressing that area.

-Abbacchio apologizes for the way he acted and confesses how happy he is on how life was merciful enough to bless him with you and his future child.

“To think after everything I’ve done and yet I am granted with another chance to be happy with the person I love the most”

Pannacotta Fugo:

-You decided to confess it to him when you are having your small tea and reading session.

-While Fugo is sipping on some tea and getting really nose deep into the book, you tell him and all that tea just splatters on the table.

-He is a gawking mess before cursing to himself on how much of a mess he has made.

-He then diverts his attention to you and begins an interrogation on how long you’ve been, why decide to tell him now, are you okay that he was the father, etc.

-You notice the look of hesitance in his eyes and reach out to hold his quivering hand.

-Now it’s Fugo’s time to confess his insecurities he has a father and it turns out with the both of you comforting each other.

-You two sit next to one another as you hold each other in a locked embrace. The feeling of his skin through the occasional holes throughout his suit, comforting you with the small tender warmth.

“With you by my side, I believe that we will be happy in this new chapter in our life.”

omg i love this!! the concepts are so nice!! thx for allowing us to reblog and use!

new prompts >:3 mwehehe

Gemstone themed yandere prompts

Feel free to reblog and use

Alexandrite- what brings the yandere the most joy?

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Aventurine- does the yandere's plans run smoothly or are there obstacles that get in the way?

Black Tourmaline- does the yandere want to protect darling or harm them?

Blue Lace Agate- how truthful is the yandere?

Carnelian- how does the yandere deal with their darlings strong will?

Charoite- how does the yandere learn more about darling?

Chrysoprase- how does the yandere deal with heartbreak?

Diamond- what does they want from their ideal darling?

Emerald- how does the yandere show their love?

Garnet- what is the yandere's ideal future with darling?

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

Lapis Lazuli- is the yandere controling or manipulative?

Moonstone- are there things that the yandere will hide from darling at all costs?

Opal- what makes the yandere tick?

Rhodonite- does the yandere want kids and would they force darling into having them?

Unakite- does the yandere have a point of no return or will they eventually realize how dire the consequences of their actions?

Yellow Sapphire- does the yandere believe that they are the one that darling should praise or do the believe that darling deserves theirs?

Hey guys, if you're an active writer, artist, self-shipper, or poster in the JoJo (JJBA) fandom, can you reblog this???

The fandom is getting really slow and I'd love to know who's still around!

Okay I’m trying to focus on writing for Fate’s Binding and Let the Dead be Dead because it’s been a fat minute since I’ve worked on those stories. Feel free to send in anything, but I will be working on those right now.

Anyway I hope you all have a great day !! 🍎💗

Hi, I love your writing! Could I request for ‘Staring, watching, fantasizing’ from the prompt list for yandere Abbacchio? Thanks! 😊

i am so sorry for the hold up on fics! it was finals week and i was trying to balance the fine line of passing and writing away!! i hope you enjoy some good ol’ abbacchio cuz u sure know i do 💜✨

Yandere Abbacchio x Reader

🌌Staring, Watching, Fantasizing

It took just a simple encounter, maybe he does have worth after all.

Abbacchio had a secret, a secret he would never admit even to the almighty Capo of his gang. He looked up to him, yet couldn’t bear the dark secret and guilt he carried with him every step he took around Naples. 

When he joined Passione, he thought he lost everything. He had nothing left, Leone Abbacchio dying along with his partner who gave up his life for a piece of scum like him. His life didn’t mean as much as Bucciarati, a man who took others in and gave hope to everyone. Even Narancia had more worth if he thought about it, a young boy who had yet to learn and live life. Abbacchio already did and life consumed everything that was of him. He somewhat pitied Passione for having to work with such a worthless pathetic shell of a man. 

Although some of that changed, changed when he met the kind grocery worker who worked at the outlet Bucciarati would frequent. On the day he met you, Bucciarati was busy on a mission as well as Narancia was too preoccupied with Fugo beating the hell out of him after he also failed his literacy lessons. Mista was god knows where leaving Abbacchio to be the errand boy of the week. 

He remembered being pissed at the fact he was stuck with the responsibility of buying everyone their necessary items. All he wanted to do was spend the free time that he had in his room listening to his opera music that Narancia complained about. 

When he walked into the store, he immediately tried to hurry and quickly grab the needed items that were on the list. What he didn’t expect was smacking right into someone falling back against a shelf. The shelf's contents dropped onto him as all he could feel was the pricking pain of the box's corners hitting his skin. As soon as the last box fell, he stood right up going back to grab the groceries that fell out of his handbasket. Bringing his attention to the ground, was when he first saw you. Instantly trying to profile you, he came to the conclusion that you were probably about his age or even younger. You paid no attention to him as you were focused on cleaning up his strewn-about items. Rolling his eyes, he just stared at you expecting you to hurry up with her sorrowful babble. 

By the time you were done, you grabbed the basket and got up to bow at him. Your pathetic apologies rang through his ears as he continued to stare at you. Your voice sounded genuine and the bowing caught him off guard as well. The more he stared at you, the more he was somewhat entranced by the attention you gave him. When you offered to help him out for the rest of the visit, he initially declined yet you continued to bother him by following him around. 

Sooner or later he finished his shopping experience with you still hot on his trail apologizing about the accident earlier. Before he had the chance to yell at you to leave him alone, you cut him off by offering him a glass of wine of his choice. Immediately he rethought his next actions and reluctantly agreed. The others could wait, they didn’t really need these items at the very second? Plus he was offered practically a free glass of wine, it benefits both sides. 

While sitting down with you, silently sipping on his free wine. He got a load of mindless chatter. You tried being charismatic and friendly by telling him your name and who exactly you were. Apparently, you didn’t get the social cues he was sending you about not wanting to talk. 

Although the more time that went on, he started to get intrigued by you. You treated him as if he meant something, just like in the old days when he was Leone Abbacchio. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol hindering his thoughts or just the actual fact that you were just happy to be in his presence. The one-sided conversation later turned into a mutually enjoyed one from both sides. 

That night when he left the table, he couldn’t help but yearn for another conversation with you. You didn’t know him as the broken murderer he was, but someone who was just as normal as everyone else. He wanted to talk to you again… 

So he did.

When the hand-turned midnight, Abbacchio silently got out of his bed and made his way out of the house the gang currently resided in. Arriving back at a familiar outdoor restaurant which was now closed from it being so late, he sat down at the same chair he was six hours ago. Summoning his stand, it transformed into the person he wanted to see the most. You. 

He replayed it back to the moment you sat down beside him and tried to start up a friendly convo. Abbacchio regretted not listening to you in the beginning, but now he had another chance to. His hardened purple hues softened at the sight of you as you awkwardly fidgeted around with a small red hue on your cheeks. Leaning over, he brought his face just a few inches away from your look-alike's face. He tried to imagine the timer that was displayed on your forehead was not there. He just wanted to burn the image of you into his mind. His eyes focused deeply into yours as you continued to rant speaking towards his defined chest region. 

He wished he could see you again, wished he could sit down next to you and talk again like this with you. Not sitting here desperately using his stand just to feel and experience an ounce of you.

That was when things started to spiral. 

Being in the mafia did have its benefits, he easily found out where you lived and worked in one file on Bucciarati’s laptop. Making up some dumb makeshift white lie, it was no hassle in bringing up any citizens who currently resided in Italy. Foreign or not. 

It started out with wandering around Naples looking for you. He luckily ran into you at the grocery store, yet without you knowing. He followed you around as you just picked up some candy. He lurked behind you all day as you relaxed at the park later ending up at the peer enjoying the sparkling hues of the ocean. Although he couldn’t be with you every second of the day due to his occupation, he would just keep tabs on you with the little habits he picked up on you about. 

Immediately upon gaining the information of where you lived, he snuck his way over. Abbacchio wanted to deny the small tiggles he felt each step of the way towards your home. He saw your small empty apartment and grew a sense of comfort from the area that obviously looked like it would be from you. 

He noticed you weren’t present so he made himself at home. It smelled of you and he enjoyed every moment of it. Inspecting each and every little piece of furniture you had, a small smile grew on his face. 

By the time he made it into your bedroom, he felt like he was a kid on Christmas. Letting out a deep chuckle he made his way towards your bed. Abbacchio sat down on it just gazing around your room. His eyes landed on your hairbrush that laid messily on the countertop where some of your clothes were sticking out from. 

Abbacchio got up and walked over towards the counter. Slowly reaching down, he picked up the light item and eyeballed it. The strands of your colored hair rested upon the surface underneath all the little bristles. Using his left hand, he took his pointer finger and thumb jamming them between the little bristles. 

Getting a good grip on some strands of hair, he tugged them out. The other miny hairs clumped over the certain patch he had, giving some resistance. After they were separate from the brush, he brought them up to his eye level and gapped at them. A sudden urge to bring the small patch up to his nostrils took over. 

Bringing it up, all he could do was think of you and your untroubled smile. So naïve and innocent of the sinful world that surrounded you every day. The scent of the hair products you used flooded into his brain. Letting out a shallow groan, he closed his eyes and let out a shutter. Slowly he looked towards the door that he assumed was your washroom. 

He sauntered over towards the wooden frame and opened it. Your pristine bathroom stared back at him with your cosmetics and other hair or body supplies on the counter by the sink. Peering into your washtub, he caught sight of the hair products that you used. Mentally noting them down, he turned towards your hand soap and made sure to remember that as well. 

Abbacchio loved being a part of your life. Even though a part of him chastised him for being selfish for wanting that, he knew that you believed he had rights. You believed he had the right to be happy and accept the ghosts that haunted him in the past. 

The sound of keys being inserted brought him out of his mid daydream. Quickly stuffing the lock of hair in his pocket, he also pocketed your hazel-colored hairbrush. Jumping out of the window onto the fire escape, he shut your window and made an escape. 

Once arriving back to the shared home, he was greeted by the other members who were discussing plans about an upcoming infiltration. Bucciarati began to bombard him with questions on why he wasn’t there as Narancia commented on his disheveled form.  Grumbling in response, he went back to his current room and slammed the door. 

The mirror that was propped up by the door reflected his current appearance. His usual purple lipstick was smudged as if someone had tried to wipe it off with the bare minimum effort. The ties that kept his coat together were loosely tangled and knotted as a small glint of hazel shone out from underneath the humongous coat he wore. 

Letting out another groan, he stripped himself of his coat. The heavy piece of fabric lay on his bed leaving Abbacchio shirtless. His defined muscles overshadowed some parts of his body from the poorly lit room. He tumbled on his bed putting his orange headphones on as he started up his disc man. The relaxing blues soothed his nerves from his previous infiltration. 

His coat sat next to him, your fragrance seeping off of it. Averting his eyes towards his coat, he brought it to his chest and draped it over his relaxed form. The brush that was in his pocket was now in his hands as he thought about the many times this lucky item was able to sift through your glorious locks. Everything you owned was lucky, so lucky that they got to be a part of your everyday life. 

He mindlessly laid here thinking about all the scenarios of just you and him. You and him at a day in a café, or the movies. Maybe the new cinema that was added down a few blocks? Better yet, re-visiting the restaurant that became one of the best days of his life. At this point he couldn’t think about a day without you in his life, you were a hook that kept him grappled down to this measly world. You were something that gave him hope throughout this shitty place of a beautiful city that tourists nicknamed without knowing its true mannerisms.

He couldn’t lose you to it, or anyone. Just the thought of you with another man, blessing him with your smile infuriated him. You were made for him as he was a perfect match for you. Without you he would be nothing, so why should he share you with anyone else?

Turning his attention to the tablet that sat beside his bed, he looked at the crumpled photo of you taken in a vineyard. He remembered that day, you went out there to take some pictures of the scenery and just have a nice relaxing day off. There were countless nights where he would envision himself standing right next to you as you stared up into his eyes with love, the same love he had for you. 

When the album ended, he was left in silence to ponder his own thoughts. He hated when this happened as his subconscious would begin to eat him whole. Taking one more glance at your photo, he rose up from the bed. The setting sun peeked behind his curtains. 

Surely if you loved him as much as he loved you, you wouldn’t mind if he could seal the deal?

just curious where did you get those fanarts as header for ur jjba writing 👀 did you draw them by yourself?

Ah good question!! I use most of my headers from a twitter page @bstkawa! Please go check them out, their are is so amazing. The rest of the art I use is from Araki himself with little drafts and sketches he has done of the characters. Some other ones, I think the Josuke one from one of my first headcanons, I just found it on pinterest. That’s actually how I find most of my headers and stuff. Honestly I get caught scrolling sm, I can waste sm time on there…👀💧

I hope that answers your question anon!! I’m actually thinking of drawing some headers but I’m to scared to post some of my art you know? I hope you have a wondering evening or day!! Love you sm 🍎💖💓❤️

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