jjba one-shots :D || completed!

sneezes and coughs || sick!team bucciarati x sick!reader || short 😞

hii! here's a little cute wholesome one-shot to apologize for my lack of posting. i'll be back as soon as i can, promise <3

Sniffles, coughs, and groans arise from the couch in the living room, and Bucciarati sighs at the sight, Abbacchio coughing behind him as Bucciarati sneezes. "This is terrible." The ravenette sighs, and Abbacchio doesn't say anything to that, preferring to walk to the kitchen and make him a cup of tea. Bucciarati walks into the living room, surprised at the scene in front of him. You, Mista, Trish, Narancia, Fugo, and Giorno are slumped up on the couch, eyes slammed shut as fevers burn in between all of you.

Narancia is currently sneezing up a storm, and Mista coughs on your ear, causing you to sneeze at the tickle in your nose. "I can't take this anymore!" Narancia screams, his voice hoarse and tired. Trish doesn't say anything, trying to get up from under Narancia. "You're hot." She frowns at Mista, and Mista has the gall to smirk. "Why thank you, princess." He winks at her with his pitch black eyes, and Trish frowns even more at that, standing up as she leaves the couch.

"You know what she meant, you dumbass." Fugo rolls his eyes, and Mista laughs to himself, pulling his beanie over his head. "Let me have my fun." He pouts, and Narancia does a wall handstand, sneezing as he falls down. "Now, Narancia,, why would you do that?" Bucciarati crosses his arms, his lips down turned into a frown. "It was fun! Plus, I got blasted off the wall like Mista thought I would!" Narancia giggles at that, sneezes mixed throughout.

"Giorno, your face is red!" Bucciarati sighs, placing a hand on the blonde's warm head. "I know." He says contently, falling asleep on the couch as Abbacchio frowns at him, coughing afterwards. "This blonde brat is in my spot." He groans, and Bucciarati glares at Abbacchio, causing the man to stand down and walk somewhere else, muttering profanities under his breath.

"Y/N, are you alright--oh!" Bucciarati gasps, picking you up from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm fine--just got dizzy and fell, that's all." You laugh, coughing after the laughing fit, causing Bucciarati to sneeze as well. "Bless you." You smile, and Bucciarati sniffles at that, smiling as he helps you to your room. Carrying you to your bed, Bucciarati drops you down softly on your mattress, tucking you in as he smiles. "Rest well, Y/N. Call me if you need anything." The blue-eyed Italian smiles, and you giggle, nodding as you close your eyes.

"You rest well too, Bucciarati." Smiling, you correct him, and he laughs, nodding. "Alright." He concedes, closing the door as you drift off into sleep.

Good night, he whispers on the other side of the door, smiling as he walks downstairs to escort the others to bed.

:)