《Random Jojo One Shots and Headcannons》Left behind || Abbacchio x reader
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(Y/N) dresses like the girl in the photo btw because you gotta dress strange to fit in here, I love Lolita and I aspire to look exactly like that. You dont have to wear though, it's just a choice...
I had to rewrite this because I just wasn't happy with how it was sounding all together, (Y/N) just sounded cringe and I'd rather you not be cringe so thank me in advance for that, sorry there's no lime in this version :(
THIS MF IS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR I SWEAR BUT YOU GUYS THIRST FOR HIM SO MUCH AAAAA
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TW: None
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It was quiet, too quiet for my liking. The boys were out on some extravagant mission for the Boss. It was something about finding out info on some different people at a party a member was holding.
It wasn't something difficult per se, but things could go wrong extremely quickly, and its happened before. I may or may not have almost died because of it, but that was only because of how naive I was back then. But now I'm stronger than ever before.
Still, I'm often left behind. When I ask the others why though, I'm always told it's "too dangerous" or "we don't want you getting hurt". Even since I started dating Abbacchio he wanted me going on less missions and instead staying home. I know he cares about me and I may seem weak to everyone, but I still want to help out sometimes.
Many hours went by, with no calls, no visitors, and absolutely nothing to do. There was nothing good on tv, it was too late in the evening for that, so only generic late night talk shows were on. The ones with those annoying hosts who just babble about how relatable they are plus unneeded laugh tracks to make them seem funnier than they actually are. God I wish I had it as good as they did.
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I took a sip of my wine and sighed. I miss my Abba, I know he knows how much I love him but sometimes I wonder if he really does feels the same. I've been with too many guys to know that they only like you for how you look and not for who you really are.
But I shook my head at the thought. If he only liked me for how I looked, he wouldn't have hesitated to leave me by now. I should know better than that...
I went over to my mirror and stared at myself, wine glass still in hand, my (h/c) hair goes really well with the style of my dress and the shoes. It's so expensive but so worth it to be adorably cute.
I spun around in front of the mirror a few times until I heard the familiar sound of yelling and whining caught my attention, they're back!
I rushed downstairs over to to the door, opening it for the boys, all of them rushing in one by one, each one of them looking exhausted and reeking of sweat and blood.
"God what happened to you guys?" I questioned, getting a jumbled mix of different answers as a response. All of which told me that it went to shit.
"You should be grateful you weren't there, everything that could've gone wrong did." Mista stated, plopping down and slouching on the couch with his face in his hands.
"We had to run home cause they knew where our car was, the party was like, 3 or 4 kilometers away too!" Narancia cried.
"Are you sure nobody followed you guys back?" I asked, concerned about our safety.
"I'm positive." Bucciarati responded.
Satisfied with that answer, I walked over to Abbacchio, he was leaning on the wall, with a glass of wine already in hand and half empty.
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"Well you guys look horrible but I'm glad you're all okay..." I looked over at all of them and smiled.
As time went on, the others made their way to their rooms, each taking their sweet time in going up the stairs. Not giving a single care if someone was behind them.
After a while it was just me and Abbacchio, I sat on the couch with my head on his shoulder watching tv.
"You know I was wondering why you never want me on missions anymore, not even the less dangerous ones. You know that I'm stronger than I seem." I asked, staring at the tv.
He hummed and wrapped his arm around me, holding me tightly.
"I know you're strong, I'm just worried about you getting hurt..." He paused for a moment, his expression changing to one of hurt.
"...or worse." He shuddered at the thought, and I immediately knew what he meant and held his other hand softly.
"You know I would fight like hell to keep that from happening." I giggled, getting a 'mhm' from him as I wrapped my arm around him too and kissing him on the cheek.
"I just...I just care about you a lot and I don't want you to leave me." He moved his hand to take a sip out of his drink, making sure to put his hand right back in mine.
"I know I can seem like an asshole sometimes, I mean I am, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." He explained.
"Well as long as you love and care about me that's all I need to know to be happy." I told him, closing my eyes as he held me.
"I love you cutie."
"I love you too."
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I know the quality of the writing might seem a little better than before but writing cute stuff and fluff for him is hard. I know I said I might have done lime yesterday but that's hard to write and my brain gave up thinking, sorry.
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