My obsession with Abbacchio has returned, therefore, I'm going to write another Abbacchio x Reader for you all. Enjoy, you little simp :>
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Story: Fluff (I feel like we don't get enough Abbacchio fluff; that's just my opinion tho)
Who?: Abbacchio x Reader
Storyline: You get bored, so you decide to bother Abbacchio, and play with his hair.
enjoy, simps :)
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It's a cool afternoon in Italy.....and you're bored. You've watched every YouTube video on your recommended, ate everything out of the pantry, and took a shower about twelve times in the past five hours.
"I can't take it anymore." You sigh, standing up from the couch. "I'm bored and someone's gonna have to entertain me." You say, heading upstairs. You walk to the kitchen, and see Mista pouring a glass of lemonade.
"Hey, Mista. What're you doing?" You ask, walking next to him. "Oi, Y/N. I'm pouring some lemonade. Why?" He looks at you, nervously. You and Mista's idea of fun is something completely different from each other. He's a girl magazine lover, and you're anything but that.
"Never frickin' mind then." You sigh, and wave. You swear you hear Mista breathe a sigh of relief. "I guess I'll have to try Trish." You skip over to Trish's room and knock on the door. "Hey there, Y/N! What's up?" She says, a Pocky stick in her mouth. "Are you busy right now? I'm bored." You sigh, rubbing your forehead.
"Sorry, Y/N; I'm busy cleaning out my room. Try Bucciarati; I'm pretty sure he won't mind hanging out with you." Trish says, smiling. "Right. Thanks, Trish." You sigh, and walk to Bucciarati's office.
"Hey, Bucciarati." You smile. "Oh, Y/N! Is everything okay?" He asks, worriedly. "Yeah, everything's fine. Are you busy right now? I'm bored and I want someone to keep me company." You pout. "Ah, I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm busy with a meeting I have to set up. I'll keep you company later, though. I promise." He frowns sadly.
"Eh, It's fine." You say. You wave to Bucciarati, and leave his study.
Ugh. Might as well not bother Narancia and Fugo; they're in the middle of their daily tutoring session. Let me see....I'm forgetting one person, aren't I? That's who I'm forgetting!! Abbacchio, you idiot. He'll hate me for it, but I've been wanting to play with his hair ever since I joined Passione. Let me go find him.
You run to his room, and burst open his door. He sits on his bed, a wine glass in one hand and a book in the other.
"What the hell? Ugh, what do you want, Y/N?" Abbacchio growls, placing his wine glass on his table. "I'm bored." You say, plopping down on his bed. "Hey. Watch it. I just cleaned the sheets, you dumbass." He sneers, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets.
"Did you hear me? I said I was bored." You whine, grabbing onto his toned arm. "And what the actual hell do you want me to do about it?" He says, looking at you with those beautiful purple-golden eyes. "Entertain me, duh." You lean in, matching his tone. You two stare at each other for a while, and start to blush.
"W-whatever. Can I play with your hair?" You stammer. "E-Excuse me, what?" He says, almost choking on his words. "I asked to play with your hair, idiot. You heard me!" You yell, trying to punch him. It hurts you way more than it hurts him.
"And why should I let you do that?" He sighs, reaching for his wine glass. "Because, Abbi! That's called being considerate. You should try it sometime." You snap, crossing your arms. "Oh, please. Don't call me that; it's stupid as hell." Abbacchio rolls his eyes, taking a sip of wine. "I'll be your hairstylist!" You smirk.
"Hairstylist? Please. You can't even do your own hair right." Abbacchio glares at you. "Excuse me!" You yell. Abbacchio winces. "Awww, come on! Pleasee~" You beg, clinging onto his sleeve again. "Ugh--fine. If you'll leave me alone afterwards...I suppose you messing around with my hair won't hurt me." He sighs, and places his wine glass down.
"Okay, let me go get everything!" You cheer, and run to your room. "Hey, wait!" He yells after you.
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You come back with scrunchies, hair clips, a brush, and glitter.
"Wait. What the hell do you plan on doing with glitter?" His eyes grow wide, staring at you. "What do you think? I'm gonna sprinkle it in your hair!" You say like it's obvious. Abbacchio looks at you angrily. "What?~" You shrug, innocently. "There is no way in hell I'm going to let you put that in my hair." Abbacchio shakes his head.
"Oh, shut it and sit still." You roll your eyes, and start brushing out his hair.
You then proceed to try multiple silly and stupid hairstyles on Abbacchio, and bore him to death with your annoying questions. You even do the Sailor Moon hairstyle on him, and he fits the part perfectly with his dark purple lipstick.
---timeskip bc im lazy; i hate being lazy, it's a real problem in my life🙄---
"It's getting late." Abbacchio sighs, standing up and stretching. "Ugh, you're right." You smile. Abbacchio's not that bad, if you exclude the minor wine addiction and horrible attitude, of course. "Buonanotte, Abbi." You yawn, waving to him.
"Buonanotte, Tesorina." He says subconsciously. You blush, surprised. "What?" Abbacchio says stupidly before he realizes what he said and starts blushing too. "You called me Tesorina. That means darling; I'm not that dense!" You yell, stammering.
"Shit. Just--Just forget about it, you dumbass; Damn it!" He shoves you out of the room, locking the door. "Hey, that's rude!" You kick the door. "Just leave, you dumbass." Abbacchio growls from the other side of the door.
Classical me going way too far with this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, my little simper :)
Arriverderci, bestie.
---Arii⚡
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