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Abbacchio relationship headcanons

I have come back from being lazy and semi dead to bring you some Abba HC’s that were fueled by spite💖

Abbacchio isn’t vocal about his feelings or emotions. He’s better at listening than at talking so he’ll often listen to your problems and lend a shoulder to cry on but will cinch up and refuse to talk about his own problems more often than not. A surefire way to get him talking is either waiting until he comes to you in a drunken stupor and begins to pour his heart out or gently coax him out of his shell in a safe and comfortable environment.

If the latter is happening more often than the former, congrats! You have earned Leones's trust and chances are that he fell for you. Although you will probably have to confess your feelings first.

Dates with him will be either very cliché or very cozy. Leone won't think twice about taking you out on a late-night dinner date or a wine tasting in his favorite vineyard, but more often he’ll want to stay curled up on the couch and watch some of your favorite movies. Like a cat, he’s ready to bask in your presence and soak up your radiant beauty.

Abbacchio kept his workout routine from his days in the police force. His apartment had an old office room he repurposed into an at-home gym. You'll find him lifting weights before breakfast or in the afternoon. If you have any artistic capabilities, this is the perfect time to pull out a sketchbook and draw him, at any other time he’ll shy away and hide.

He’s not opposed to receiving physical affection. Leone likes feeling you close to him and showing you off to anyone and everyone around gives him a confidence boost like you've never seen before. So more often than not he’s stuck by your side with an arm around your waist.

Leone has a secret passion for drag. He likes experimenting with makeup and fashion. You'll either be helping him put together an outfit or be his model. Watching Rupaul’s Drag Race and trying out the looks of your favorite queens is a ritualistic experience that you do at least twice a month.

Although, saying that, Abbacchio is a mess when it comes to wearing heels. He just doesn’t feel stable in them since he’s already pretty tall. Though it's very entertaining to watch him shimmy around from room to room and spew curses when he stumbles.

A night to remember

Your gaze fell out of the open window onto the street below as you carefully scanned the people who were making their way back home after long and tedious hours of work. The breeze gently swaying the curtains as you lowered your body to sit in your favorite chaise. Tearing your eyes from the street down below, you looked up at the night sky. Stars twinkled in the pale light of a full moon as you tried to count as many as your eyes could see. Stars always reminded you of the night you met him. To think that you met the love of your life by absolute chance, bumping into each other as he was leaving the old, arched entrance of your university. To think that if you waited for a second longer before climbing an old stone brick step, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Your mind refused to entertain that idea as you shook your head to shake off the chills that ran down your spine. Making your way back inside the now chilly living room you glance at the elegant clock that reads well past midnight. “He’s late again...” sighing out loud, you make your way to the old wine cabinet slowly scanning the dark oak shelves, until finally deciding on a bottle of your favorite charbono. Pouring the contents of the dark glass bottle into two wine glasses that sat on the coffee table. The sound of someone unlocking your front door echoes through your apartment. Gently setting down the bottle you walk out into the hallway to see your beloved Abbachio, taking off his shoes with a low grumble. “Welcome home, how was work today?” an airy chuckle leaves your throat as Leone straightens out and wraps his arms around you, pressing a few chaste kisses to your forehead. “Sorry I came back so late. They weren't keen on letting me off early on a Friday, damn bastards.” your hum tickles his neck as Leone links his hand with yours, leading you back to the living room. “As long as you come home safe, I won't complain, now...” you snatch the wine glasses off the table, handing one to him. “Let’s celebrate?” with a clink from the glasses, you both take a sip as Leone melts into your side, leaning his head on your shoulder. As you sat in comfortable silence occasionally making a short comment about your day and slowly sipping wine until both of your glasses sat empty on the floor beside the couch. Closing your eyes, you focused on the sound of shifting from the man beside you. Abruptly, Abbacchio stood up and made his way to the bureau in the corner of the room. Craning your neck, you tried your best to look past Leone's slender frame to see the table, alas giving up and deciding to stay put.

“Would you care to dance with me, tesorina?” Leone didn’t try to hide the smirk that adorned his face as he turned to you holding out his hand. You recognized the vinyl record he put on as the same one you gifted him when he joined the police force. Your lips twitched up into a coy smile as you slowly stood up taking his hand, lacing your fingers with his as you fell right into his arms, swaying to the soft sounds of the violins. Burying your head into the crock of his neck, you felt him loosen his shoulders as the stress of today melted away from his body. He pressed your body closer to his as a particularly cold breeze invaded your little sanctuary from the open balcony windows. As the record was nearing its end Leone slowly dipped your body down, kissing your exposed neck and leaving a purple smudge of lipstick as his lips made contacts with your skin. A shiver went down your spine as you felt Leone pull you up, lips still kissing and nipping at your neck. Slowly dragging your palms up his chest you cup Leones's face and press your lips to his, further smudging his lipstick. Even if the night was still young, you knew for certain that this was going to be a night to remember.  

hi bby! can I get request some leone comfort hcs for s/o with anxiety if that’s okay? 💘🥺

Hi hun💖Of course, I hope you’ll like these💖

Abbacchio will notice something is bothering his S/O right off the bat and he’s ready to comfort them in any way that he can.

The first thing that he’ll do is ask if they need someone to listen or if they’d just prefer to cuddle in silence. Either way, he’s prepared to shoulder his S/O’s troubles.

If they choose the former, Leone is prepared to listen to every word his S/O says and pitch in with some advice and support if they need or want it.

If they want the latter, he is ready to wrap his arms around his S/O no questions asked. Bringing them down to the couch and gently rubbing circles onto his S/O’s back is his go-to, he’ll also whisper comforts and sweet nothings such as “I love you and I am always here for you, no matter what’s going on” to his S/O in hopes to somewhat calm them.

He'll also try to take their mind off the things that bother them with the activities that his S/O enjoys. Leone will also try to surround them with things that bring his S/O comfort like the scent of tea or their favorite candles.

Once they calm down, he will insist that both his and his S/O go out for an hour or two to take a walk or go out to eat. He won't push them to do it; Leone just wants them to clear their head and enjoy themselves, although Abbacchio is ready to stay by his S/O’s side for as long as they need to.

Abbacchio

You will know this man loves you if he lets you listen to music with him. Also he will usually bring a pair of earbuds just in case you want to listen. Also Abbacchio is the type of guy to make a shared playlist (more futuristic ik) for you guys where you can put songs that remind you of each other or that you want the other one to listen to!

Always an Angel, never the God.

Pairing: Leone Abbacchio & Reader (platonic), Bruno Bucciarati x Leone Abbacchio, Bruno Bucciarati x Reader (one-sided from reader)

Tags: Angst no comfort, Unspoken Feelings.

Note: If I must suffer so must you. In an AU where they didn't die cause I said so!!! Also reader and Giorno are cousins, from his mommy side.

How did it get to this point? Ah. Now you remember. It was just you two, drunk, but comfortable. Because it was him, and when you're with Abbacchio, you felt, nice, still do. Then why can't you be happy for him like you used to?

The first time you met Abbacchio he was rough. He was, brutal. The words he said hurt. True but, painful. With the passage of the mission, you found yourself closer to him. Maybe it was because you were more outgoing and willing to look over his rough behavior, but, after weeks of trying, you and him, began this wine friend thing. It happened by chance. You found him sitting alone in the turtle, three empty wine bottles on the table, he was searching for more. You walk over and present him with the wine you brought for yourself, he looks at you, and smirk. In a blink of an eye both of you, drunk and babbling nonsense, but, did it feel good? Yes, it did. After that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Narancia complained how hanging out with Abbacchio turned you less fun to be around with. Hanging out with Abbacchio brought you closer to Bruno too. You two already started with a good relationship. You joined Passione as a way to watch over Giorno, your only cousin. You basically raised him, but, details.

You slowly realized you had feelings for him. Meanwhile he only saw you as a friend, a little sister. You were okay with that. You knew you never had a chance to begin with. He was 21 and you were freshly 18. Of course he only sees you as a friend.

But, you loved him, and craved for his attention, so you just accepted the way your relationship was. Then, it happened.

Your best friend, or at least how you saw him, confided in you about his love for Bruno. It destroyed you. You saw how Bruno looked at him, you knew the answer before anyone, you knew what to do before anyone. You smiled, you cheered him on, hype him, genuine yes, but, it hurts. If only fate was kinder, it could've been you. But, alas, here you are, being their angel.

You managed to make the team leave them alone somehow. They were alone. They had their time together and now, they're together. You're happy. Very happy. But, something hurts. Something weighs on your shoulders.

Finally they left and the others to celebrate. You make an excuse, you step outside, into the alley... You break slowly. Sobs of happiness but also pain. You feel a hand, you don't have to look to know who it is. Giorno gently pats your back as you cry your heart out.

By the time you and him come back, your eyes are puffy, both of you agree on the excuse of allergy.

You look at them, so happy, so perfect. You loved them. A lot. But, you could not be the one you loved, because you could hurt the other.

So, you swallow your love and feelings.

You never loved Bucciarati. That's what you'll repeat to yourself, forever.

Because....

You're happy for them.

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