Adventure With You (Bucciarati x Female Reader)

Birthday Bash

You two were walking through town, discussing on what present to give Abbacchio as you browsed through the display windows.

He noticed you stopped to admire a necklace in one of the shop's windows. Your eyes sparkled. It was a light silver necklace with a simple, yet elegant heart design on it.

Bucciarati smiled, shaking his head. He pulled you along again, continuing your search for a presents, for Abbacchio.

After an hour, you two picked up your presents, and other items you needed for the party.

"I guess that's everything then. I don't have to pick the cake up until tomorrow" he said.

You nodded. "Alright."

"How about we grab some ice cream before heading home?" He offered.

You nodded enthusiastically, your face beaming, "sure!"

You held the bags he was carrying, as he went inside the small store.

You waited for a while, until eventually he came back out with two ice creams in hand.

"Sorry that took so long, here you go" he said, handing you your favorite ice cream.

You took a lick of it, your tastebuds delighted. "Mmm, it's worth the wait!"

You two wondered around town for a little while, enjoying your ice creams and each other's company.

It felt like the times from before. Just a simple, pleasant outting together, where you two could relax and be yourselves. It felt nice.

Bucciarati stopped once to help an elderly lady pull her heavy handcart up a hill. She thanked him kindly, as he humbly said it was no problem at all.

You smiled at the sight. He may be a boss of a mafia gang, but his heart is pure.

You two finished your ice creams, walking around a few more minutes until heading home.

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It was the next day, Bucciarati had already picked up the cake and placed it in the fridge for later.

Luckily Bucciarati thought of a plan for keeping Abbacchio out of the house; he told him to pick up a specific brand of pasta sauce, which he knew the stores haven't been carrying for years now.

All the members decorated the living room. You were blowing the balloons up, but you giggled at how Fugo was scolding Narancia for putting the "Happy Birthday" decorations up backwards. Giorno and Bucciarati prepared the food and drinks. Trish was busy wrapping all the gifts.

Mista, who was on watchout, shouted to the members "he's coming!"

All the members hid behind the couches, as he entered the doorway. They all jumped out at once, popping party poppers and yelling "SURPRISE!" as he jumped, almost dropping the jar of pasta sauce.

"Wow, I thought all the stores stopped carrying that brand," Bucciarati said, gesturing to the jar of pasta sauce.

Abbacchio sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It was a pain in the ass. I see why you picked this item now. Well played," he gave a sly smile.

You all sat in the living room, having a good time.

All of you sang happy birthday to Abbacchio, as he blew out his candles.

Narancia and Mista somehow got into a cake war, flicking icing at each other.

They got some on Abbacchio's pants, and he lost it on them, threatening to throw the entire cake in their faces. You all laughed.

After eating, Mista pulled out the cards and drinks. You all played poker, the losers having to take a drink each time.

Trish scolded Narancia for cheating as he whined out how Giorno was doing it too.

Fugo and Mista got into an argument on the rules of poker, until they decided to settle it with an endless battle of rock paper scissors. Mista claimed victory eventually, as he soon passed out beside Fugo.

Trish and Narancia both went to bed, feeling sluggish. Giorno never got too drunk, he just decided to go to the study hall, to read some books.

Abbacchio, Bucciarati, and you decided to keep playing. Bucciarati was the better player here, so the losing title was shared between you and Abbacchio.

After many rounds, Abbacchio passed out cold, still holding the bottle in his hand.

You were quite drunk as well, not enough to black out, but barely being able to stand.

"I think you've had enough for one night," Bucciarati said, taking your glass away from you.

You pouted like a little kid, puffing your cheeks out. "Humph! Meanie Bruno!"

He was taken aback. He's never heard you use him first name so casually before. It made him smile.

"What? I didn't hear you," he teased.

You yelled louder, "Meanie Bruno! Meanie Bruno! Meanie Bruno!"

He chuckled. He couldn't help but find you adorable.

"Eeeehhh? What's so funny Bruno?" You hiccuped.

"You."

You struggle to stand up, staggering over to him. He caught you before you could fall.

"Am notttt," you hiccuped.

He smiled, picking you up bridal style. "Are so," he teased.

He headed up to your room, to place you into bed. You tried fighting but it was to no avail. You gave up, laying there.

He was about to leave, until he felt a tug on his jacket.

"Sleep with me" you slurred.

Even drunk, this still surprised him. He sighed. "No, you need to get some sleep" he ordered.

"But I'll be lonely." You whined, giving him the worst puppy eyes ever.

He chuckled, caving in. "Oh, alright."

He layed beside you, on top of the covers. You immediately wrap your arms around him, your one leg ontop of his. You snuggled your face into his neck.

He automatically wrapped his one arm around you, pulling you in closer. He could feel the warmth of your steady breath on his neck, the light smell of wine still lingering.

He cursed himself for his mind thinking of lewd thoughts. He wasn't going to take advantage of you like that, especially since he didn't know how you felt towards him in return.

He was about to doze off, until he heard you whisper

"Psssssssssst."

"Hmm?" He said, half asleep.

"Did you know-" he waited for you to finish your sentence.

"Know what?" He replied.

"I love Bruno Bucciarati" you whispered, as if someone else would hear you. "But don't tell him," you giggled.

He was in shock. Was this how you truly felt? Or was this the alcohol talking? Either way, he couldn't help but blush.

"Why not?" He asked.

You hummed. "Cuzzzz~" you pouted. "I'm going to die soon. There's no point in telling him how I feel if I'm just going to leave him."

He fell silent. You might as well have stabbed him with a knife, because that's what it felt like to him. The thought of it pained him immensely. Tears welling up in his eyes.

You looked up. "Hey now," you hiccuped, "why are you crying?"

He wiped his eyes. "It's nothing. I still think you should tell him, even if you don't have much time left with him." He breathed.

You considered his words, "hmmmmm. Well, if you say so!" You snuggled back into him, embracing his warmth. He could tell you've fallen asleep, from your calm breathing. He stroked your hair soothingly.

"I love you too." He whispered, before drifting off into sleep.