What are your thoughts on yandere Josuke? Would he try to hide his tendencies and pretend to be a normal bf, or just be straight forward with his feelings? Would he try to marry his darling asap or wait like most ppl do and consider normal? Would he be a creepy and unnerving yandere or more on a subtle side? Would he use his status as a cop and his connections to manipulate his darling? Omg there are sooo many aspects to it!!

There’s barely yandere content out there, let alone about Josuke. I’d really love to hear your thoughts on it, absolutely love your writing style and how distinctly you write for every character

🌚 anon

.𖢻 ݁ ˖ Yandere P4! Cop Josuke Higashikata .𖢻 ݁ ˖

ദ്ദി •⩊• ) Mmmmm more yandere….. extremely yummy ajshskekdjdi

Tbh even if I don’t think he would realistically be one in canon, I can see how his trauma would make him into one. There’s a lot of mention of it oop

Hope you enjoyyyy x

Notes: delusion, yandere themes, Josuke is traumatized, around P6 in terms of timeframe.

𖢻 Following in his grandfather’s footsteps, he landed a pretty solid position in the police force after schooling, and receiving a small financial gift from his father as congratulations. It’s largely in his savings. He wasn’t totally sure what to do with it, until he met you.

𖢻 He’s so, so nice. And you’re too fucking adorable for your own good.

𖢻 You need directions, and he’s all smiles, polite conversation. Were you visiting? Oh, you just moved here? How lovely. Morioh is quite safe, very quiet. There’s plenty of good restaurants and shops.

𖢻 Maybe, he cheekily suggests, he could point you to one. It is close to his lunch break.

𖢻 Though, good naturedly, even if you accepted, he declines his own invite and insists he must get back to work. That cute disappointed look… he hates how much he loves it.

𖢻 Would definitely prefer to become your friend or partner first— he doesn’t want to just snatch you up, and I don’t think he would be so impulsive as to do it; or rather, he is impulsive, but to take you would be the act of a criminal.

𖢻 He is NOT Yoshikage Kira. He isn’t. He stares at your card you gave him with your email and phone number, trembling in his hand. He’s not Kira.

𖢻 Absolutely uses his connections, but is positively wracked with guilt about it. He prints out a folder of you: your drivers license, employment information, history of moves, your family. But he doesn’t actually read or touch it yet. It’s just there, sitting on his desk at home like a bomb.

𖢻 He really, REALLY wants to be good to you. He is… good, isn’t he?

𖢻 Josuke asks for a change of station, or does it himself. He positions himself near where you go to work, or your house, and your delighted surprise only fuels his fire. What a coincidence.

𖢻 Your friendship only blooms from there— you liked video games when you were younger? He wasn’t so bad at them, you could drag out the old console. Or howsabout he shows you some spots from his youth? Cafe Maigot is still very good. The beach is such a welcome break. The bookstore— well, he doesn’t only read manga anymore, but he’d still prefer to just watch you as you pore over the volumes stuffing the shelves.

𖢻 He likes to offer rides on his bike— either setting you behind him or on the handlebars, making you laugh and cling to him. You squeak that you’ll fall. He’d give up Crazy Diamond before he let that happen.

𖢻 Speaking of, he uses the Stand to gently disrupt you, but never hurt you. It’s invisible to you, even if you have a Stand— he would only let you on to it once it was too late.

𖢻 Yeesh, did a storm do that to your workplace’s fusebox? Guess you have a day off. Why not spend it with Josuke?

𖢻 A fire hydrant burst and now you need to go home and change? Let him escort you so no one stares except him. The wet fabric clings to your curves, so delicious he wants to take you right there.

𖢻 And he’s the perfect partner.

𖢻 Calculated, obsessive, and teeters on vindictive. Josuke does get jealous, but he doesn’t make it your problem. He knows it’s his. And he takes care of it.

𖢻 Flustered on the first date in such a sweet way, you couldn’t dare to accuse him of having orchestrated your falling for him.

𖢻 And what a lovely restaurant Tonio has— how indulgent of him to take you somewhere so nice on the first date.

“Anything for you, babe! Hey, I know it’s been a long day, do you just want to crash at my place? It’s much closer.”

𖢻 But more and more, it’s just convenient to be at his. Why not move in?

𖢻 Your new place was never that good… Crazy Diamond made sure fixed pipes never lasted, and the heat crapped out the second it went into November.

𖢻 If you lean into him, let him spoil and baby you, he’s an ideal boyfriend that you’d want to show to your parents ASAP; maybe a little over protective, maybe he doesn’t like you leaving too much, but he’s amenable! He put a tracker in your phone, now there’s no problem. (He doesn’t tell you. If you find it, he apologizes, then puts your phone back together in a way that it’s unfindable.)

𖢻 Ideally, he proposes after about nine months. A little quick, sure, but his mom still loved Joseph Joestar after so long, was there ever any hope for normal love in this family?

𖢻 Josuke really doesn’t know what to do, if you just want to be friends or reject him. His heart shatters, but you wouldn’t know it— he smiles, apologizes for making you uncomfortable with a joke. You relax. Of course, Josuke wasn’t like that.

𖢻 He really wants you to be receptive though. And gods, he doesn’t want you hurt.

𖢻 After Kira, years on the force, stories from his grandfather, Josuke feels the danger of the world closing in on him. Closing in on you. Panic settles in. What if someone else got to you?

𖢻 But he’s… good. And he can protect you. He’s done so well so far.

𖢻 If you can’t follow his plan…

You wake up in a familiar bed— it smells so much like someone else though, and it sends a chill through your muscles. As you begin to sit up, you slip— what? Out the corner of your eye, horrified, there’s a silver police handcuff locked to the bed frame. It’s not yours. It’s—

“Good morning, babe!”

Your gaze snaps to the doorframe. “J-Josuke?” You whisper in disbelief, terror sinking in at the warmth of his smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. There’s a tray of something steaming in his hands.

“Y’know, I really do like to be the romantic type. Cute dates, nicknames… but I get if you like it more complicated.” He steps towards you, and when you see the cold glint in his blue eyes, your own widen— the soul of the sweet, goofy man you’d come to know is gone. Maybe it never existed.

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.

I really hope your reqs are still open, if not - please ignore! But I think I’ll make it on time

Ok so - which members of bucci gang in your opinion would be down BAD for fem!reader? I mean like yearning for her, listening to Jeff Buckley and getting drunk kind of yearning yk? And which members would be more chill about the whole thing? And how would boys react around their crush in general - fumbling over their words or, contrary, confident and even, mayhaps, flirty?

Thank you so much in advance!! Muuuwah

P. S. can I please be 🌚 anon? :3

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·Buccigang Yearning/Crush HCs ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

ദ്ദി •⩊• ) Anon I hope you know you’re the funniest person ever bc I saw yr request…. AFTER I BUZZED MY HEAD. I literally went bald right before seeing it IM DYING—-

I love crush HCs, they’re so cute aaaa. I hope you enjoy!

Yearns the Most

. ♬ ݁˖ Leone Abbachio . ♬ ݁˖

✰Nights spent alone were nothing new, but they’re extra empty without you there. As though the room grew around him, swelling in size, and leaving him the same.

✰ Anything that can remind him of you, it does; a waft of someone wearing the same perfume/cologne, a similar laugh, a film you discussed with him, a record he borrowed from you. It plagues him for the rest of the day, biting his tongue.

✰ What makes it all the more stronger is how much he denies it. A crush? Him? Now? Don’t be an idiot.

✰ He says that to himself, more than anyone else.

✰ The best thing he can do is follow orders. That’s all. Choices he makes always end poorly, fizzling, stomping out the fuse halfway through. He couldn’t inflict his own misery on you.

✰ But even harder is to leave you alone. Or chase you from his head, even with a full bottle of wine.

✰ Has dreams about you two that he could never bring to the light of day. Not only because some are…. Intimate, but he can’t break professionalism, if you’re in the gang.

✰ Attempts a polite, respectful distance. Stiff, but indistinguishable from how he treats anyone else besides Bruno.

✰ I think I put him in the “Gentleman/Bullies” square and I’m right. Leone pushes you, just a hair; quiet remarks about how you look, or how dumb something you did was, especially if you’re in the gang. It’s good natured even if it doesn’t sound so.

✰He really tries to push you away without being mean. Because he doesn’t want to be mean to you, not on purpose. But whether through Bruno’s insistent partnering, or his subliminal need to see his favorite civilian, he can’t help but be near you.

✰ Would rather die than confess to you.

✰ Instead, you continue to spend time together— listening to records, trying out different bars, watching movies— until either you confess, or the situation is so dire that he accidentally does it.

“For fuck’s sake, can you keep it together until I’m gone? Can you not fucking die for me, please? …. please.”

✰ He both can’t stand to be around you, and doesn’t trust anyone else to protect you.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆✈︎ Narancia Ghirga ⋆⭒˚｡⋆✈︎

✰ I’d classify this more as just straight puppy love. He’s not subtle about it either.

✰ Is absolutely the type to get caught staring. Whereas Abbachio has it timed to the letter, you’ll turn to the sight of warm violet eyes wistfully looking your way. When he blinks, he turns bright red, babbles about how he was looking past your shoulder at some… honeysuckle! That’s right!

✰ He hears a soft love song on a radio that he passes, and when your face surfaces in his mind, he has to force himself not to kick it.

✰ Fugo is in hell, trying to get him to concentrate if you’re in the room. He picks up on it immediately and sighs, asking if you can leave. Confused, but not bothered, you nod and leave and Fugo stares Narancia dead in the eyes.

“Ask them out before you fall behind further, idiot.”

✰ But he can’t. It’s not a shyness thing, necessarily.

✰ Because he’ll offer to hold your hand, share food, or ask a question when Fugo couldn’t explain something in a way he’d understand. No, no, it’s not that.

✰ He always rushes headlong into things without thinking. He’s gullible. Narancia doesn’t think you’re going to hurt him, per se— he thinks that you don’t think as much of him as you say, or imply.

✰ His past haunts him. As much as he wants to dive in, he doesn’t want to be wrong. Reassure him.

“Hey! Do you want to uh, go to the movies this weekend? Yeah I know we do anyway, but I was kind of hoping we could do it a little… differently? Not weird!”

ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ Guido Mista ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

✰ The ONLY reason he is below Narancia is because I see him as more likely to confess to you. But otherwise, he’s just as lovestruck.

✰ Mista is a canon flirt, he’s teasing. It’s all jokes for him until it isn’t. When it comes to you…. It REALLY isn’t, but he can’t let you know.

✰ You may notice he actually flirts a little less. And definitely tones it down with others, because he’d set himself up for a real issue if you thought he was interested in another.

✰ Also picks up on things that remind him of you, but as he’s less emotionally constipated than Abba, he actually mentions it to you. If only he knew how good of a flirting tactic that was, and he stopped pulling pickup lines from the internet.

✰ He’s very fake-it-til-you-make it. Nervous wreck that he covers up with bravado and more cheesy jokes.

✰ The Pistols are little ticking time bombs that threaten to explode with his emotion around you. If you are a Stand user and can see them, Mista is corralling them frantically when Number Five clings to your thumb.

✰ He’s more respectful, I think. He’s still the same Mista, flirting, teasing, your best friend, your partner in crime, but… a little quieter.

✰ When you ask if something’s wrong, he lies, claiming the weather is getting to him. Even if it’s seventy degrees Fahrenheit and sunny.

✰ You give him a puzzled look, and he points out that the humidity is forty percent. FOUR-ZERO. Yep, definitely what’s bothering him.

✰ It would be easier if you confessed to him. Way easier. But he also doesn’t think it’s right— he’s the one with the damn crush, so he has to act on it. (Unless you ask him out first. I stand by in my first post w him that if you turned the tables, he would be very receptive.)

“I wanted to talk with ya. It’s not serious, but kind of is…. Ah hell, you’ve got me all twisted up.”

ৡ Pannacotta Fugo ৡ

✰ We’re getting towards those who would be more straightforward, but I still think Fugo crushes from a distance for a sizable period.

✰ He’s polite, maybe a little more attentive. Patient. He’s never been that type, and yet, when you spill a tiny bit of tea on him or drop a book of his, he finds himself counting to ten as opposed to throwing a chair.

✰ He doesn’t flirt, not like Mista, but he does attempt to hold more conversations with you. Invites you to read, or do something similar with him— something with minimal talking where he can catch glimpses of your face.

✰ Fugo would remember the smallest things about you, and they would pop up in the most inopportune way.

✰ He really needs to get to this meeting, but on the way is that patisserie you like— they aren’t even sold out of your favorite, but if he gets one for you, he has to get one for everyone unless he wants it to look suspicious.

✰ Apologizes to Bucciarati for being late, but the black haired man merely thanks him for the treat when he notices Fugo giving you yours first.

✰ Heart of gold, mind made of glass. The tiniest fractures strain and stress him, and trying to keep his feelings under control is cracking him.

✰ What keeps him from confessing is a fear that he will hurt you. That one day, he won’t be able to be patient.

✰ But, as he listens to you accidentally tell the same story for the third time, he lays his hand on yours, just barely letting his fingers brush against your own. And there’s no irritation creeping up on him. He feels… confident. Calm. Did you do that?

“I’m sorry if I’ve been acting strange, but there’s been something on my mind. Can I tell you?”

˚₊‧ʚ🐞ɞ‧₊˚ Giorno Giovanna ˚₊‧ʚ🐞ɞ‧₊˚

✰ King of restraint, though it would be remiss to attribute that solely to his dedication to his goals. It’s also because he’s fairly confident when he pursues you already, that he doesn’t need to worry.

✰ He’s even more delicate than Fugo, and flirts by means of using his Stand more than the others. You need a snack? He’s turned the traffic bollard into an apple tree. They’re ripe, look. You forgot flowers for meeting with an important member of Passione? You actually didn’t, he’s swiped the silverware from a nearby table, and now you’re only missing a ribbon to tie the blooms together. Or, he makes them for you, tucking one behind your ear with the barest touch.

✰ He does have Dio’s charmer genes in him, and he can’t help it.

✰ In his room, alone at night, and his mind drifts to you, there’s a tug in his chest. Lamplight flickers golden, highlighting the patterns in the wallpaper. But he doesn’t chase the feeling away. Rather, he takes matters into his own hands: he calls you, and asks if you would like to talk with him.

✰ Or even better, if you’d like to sneak out to a shop with him.

✰ Pays extra extra attention when you talk, uplifting your ideas and crediting you when he elaborates upon them. He wants you to know how high of a regard he views you with.

✰ He knows he can’t withhold his feelings from you. Because it will distract him, and it will surely leak to you in some manner, if his flirting wasn’t obvious.

✰ Though, if you’re oblivious, it’s a bit endearing to him.

✰ You walk together, going home from a middle of the night excursion, and spot a jazz club open late; dim lights twinkle on vines that curl and take bloom as you watch in awe. Soft music plays. He takes your hand in his, entwining the fingers.

“Could we stop in for a moment, before we go home? I want to talk with you.”

.⋆♱⃓ Bruno Bucciarati .⋆♱⃓

✰ This low, again, not because I don’t think he yearns; it’s because he’s so in touch with his emotions he won’t let his crush go on for longer than he needs to confirm your interest or lack thereof.

✰ He would have some hangups if you were part of the gang. Largely for professional purposes.

✰ If the others believed you received special treatment because he liked you, it could isolate you and embitter them. For this reason, he does share his feelings with Abbachio, who sighs.

“If you actually did, I’d be pissed off. But you should give yourself more credit, Bucciarati— you know how to separate work from pleasure.”

✰ And he does. But it’s hard to not want to treat you gently, especially if you do the same for him.

✰ He’s also a conversationalist, and an incredible listener. It’s a show of his adoration to take time out of his busy day to sit and chat with you, or just let you share stories.

✰Bruno just hopes that you don’t pick up on the way his happiness leaks into his expression, soft eyes, the curl of a smile ever present when you’re near.

✰ He WILL remember almost everything you tell him, and brings it up later— not just preferences of your own, but anything important to you. “You mentioned a friend’s birthday soon, didn’t you? If I recall, they liked this brand. Let’s stop in to pick up something for them.”

✰ The flirtiest he gets may be a flower and note on the table for you, thanking you for a mission gone well, or for always treating him kindly when you see him.

✰ But it’s rare. He doesn’t want to be overbearing, just a steady, confident part in your life, if you’d let him.

✰ He’s terrified of someone using you against him, especially if you don’t have a Stand. Ultimately, he’s already involved himself too much, however— by the time that he sees your eyes sparkle when you see him, it’s far, far too late for him. And he must be honest with you, and himself.

✰ Steeling his nerves, he picks up his phone, and taps his foot.

“Ah, Y/N? I apologize for the late notice, but I was curious if you had plans for dinner this evening. If not, I’d like to take you somewhere.”

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…

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.