Say you won't let go(bruno madrigal x reader) PT 2
PART 2 THIS IS PART 2
okay um pls dont judge me for this oh god. bruno madrigal thing, there is more if you want it(SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED)
THIS IS FROM BRUNO’S POV BTW
based on the song say you won't let go by james arthur(obviously)
I knew I loved you then, but you'd never know
Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
“Tio Bruno? Do you know the man (y/n) is talking to?” Camilo leans closer to me. “No, I don’t.” I say and turn away to head back home. Camilo laughs, “Hey, I was just messing with you- don’t leave!” He grabs my arm, still laughing. “You are so loud.” I tell him. “Well, if you’d actually looked, she’s just talking to Mariano.” Camilo laughs again. I peek back and huff(he’s right). I put my hand over my eyes and drag it down my face. “You are the reason I have grey hairs.” I tell my nephew. “No, it’s ‘cause you’re old.” He replies and I hit him on the back of the head. “Come on, let’s go buy some fruit off her.” Camilo says, “I was getting hungry.” He adds, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in that direction. “We have food at home.” I tell him, trying to pry him off me. “I know.” He says before stopping right behind Mariano.
I know I needed you, but I never showed
“Hey, are you okay?” I turn my head and see (y/n) standing there. “Um- um, yes. Yes, I’m fine.” I quickly stand up. “What are you doing here?” I ask her. I was sitting next to a small river, collecting my thoughts. “I used to come here a lot when I was a kid.” She replies. “Oh.” I say, looking at the ground. She’s holding a book, I realize. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I say and the rat I was talking to crawls back up into my shirt. “Alright, but you don’t have to leave. I was just gonna read.” She says, holding up her book. I nod a little and sit back down, facing the river so I don't have to look at her. My chest is aching and I don’t know how I’m breathing but I’ll stay if she wants me to. She sits down next to me and opens up her book, setting the bookmark on the ground in the space between us. I pick at the edges of my ruana as she reads silently beside me.
And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
“Are you sure? You’re not messing with me?” I ask, furrowing my brows. “You really think so lowly of me?” She asks, crossing her arms, immediately my eyes widen; “No, no, no, no, no! I was just-” She cuts me off by laughing a little. “I know, I know, I wasn’t serious. But I would never mess with you like that. I really like you Bruno.” She says. God, the way she says my name has my head reeling. “I uh, I really like you too.” I tell her and she smiles. “Um,” I try to think of words, “hold on one moment.” I take a few steps away and knock on the wall for good luck. And just for a bit extra I toss some salt over my shoulder; I run back over to her. “Can I kiss you? Please?” I ask her, she grabs my shoulders. “Finally.” She says and leans in, kissing me. Her hands make her way to cup my face and I pull her closer by her hips. I grow breathless and she pulls away, her forehead resting on mine. After a second or two she laughs slightly. “God, I love your eyes.” She says and rubs her thumbs along my cheeks.
Just say you won't let go, just say you won’t let go
I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed, I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head
“Hey.” Her voice greets me and I flinch. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I groan. “You may have woke me up when you tripped out of bed.” She says. “Great.” I mutter and she laughs, sitting up more in bed. I walk over to the bed and climb in under the covers, trying not to spill the hot beverage in my hand. “I got you some coffee.” I tell her and she takes the cup from my hands. Before scooting closer and laying her head against my shoulder. “Is it good coffee?” She asks and I scoff. “No, actually.” I say and she takes a sip. “Thank you.” She says and leans up to kiss my cheek. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her forehead as she continues sipping on the drink.
I'll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye
And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night
“Tio Bruno.” A sing-songy voice catches my attention and I turn, to be met with a scarier version of myself; I jump a little, “Dios Mio! Quit doing that, Camilo.” I huff and use my right hand to touch my forehead, chest, and both shoulders in a cross. Camilo grins and shifts back to himself, “Antonio wants you to walk him to school.” He says and I notice Antonio standing next to a potted plant. “Um, alright.” I say and Antonio holds out his hand, I go over to him and grab his hand. “Where’s Pepa and Félix?” I ask. “They told me to come get you.” He says and I nod a little and let him lead me out of the Casita. “Where are you two going?” (y/n) appears with a laundry basket on her hip. “School.” Antonio says. “Alright, have fun.” She ruffles Antonio’s hair and then kisses me as she walks by. My face heats up a little and I fix my ruana. Antonio leads me out the door and we head down the road to the school.
When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I'm older
The music from downstairs was loud enough to where even after I closed my door I could hear it. (y/n) hums along to the music as she sweeps, dancing a little with her back facing me. “You know, it would be great if your rats could clean up after themselves.” She says as I just stand and stare, my chest feels so full. “Maybe you could tell them to make less of a mess.” She continues before stopping and looking back at me. “Are you alright, Bruno?” She asks, setting the broom against the dresser. “I wanna dance with you right now.” I say, rubbing my arm, and she smiles. “You hopeless romantic.” She teases, but holds out her hands anyway. I grab her hands and pull her close to me, her hands snake their way up to the back of my neck and I wrap my arms around her waist. “How was your day?” I ask as we sway softly. “It was pretty nice, I went out with Pepa and Julieta for some things.” She answers, bumping noses with me. “How about yours?” She asks. “Mmm, I gave someone a vision about their new baby.” I reply. “And?” She inquires. “Señora Pezmuerto is having a girl.” I say and she laughs a little. “I don’t know if she should be trusted with children, with all those fish she couldn’t keep alive.” She says, moving her head to the crook of my neck.
And you look as beautiful as ever and I swear that everyday you'll get better
You make me feel this way somehow
“Amor, what’s the matter?” I push her hair out of her face and behind her ears. “Have you noticed I’ve gotten a bit bigger recently?” She asks and I furrow my eyebrows. “No, what does that matter?” I ask. “Bruno.” She pinches my arm. “I’m serious!” I tell her. “I’m pregnant!” She says and my mouth drops open. “What?” I ask. “I’m sorry, I know we aren’t married yet but it’s yours and- I’m sorry.” She apologizes over and over. “Why are you upset? Did you think I would get angry with you?” I interrupt her rambling and she looks at the floor. “We haven’t gotten married, I’m pretty sure your mother hates me, and-” “Hey, hey, if it matters that much to you, we can get married, but I am not ashamed to be having a child with you. I’m terrified, sure, but I’m also excited and happy; you should be too.” I tell her, trying to get her to look at me. “You sure?” She asks as she finally looks at me. “Mhm.” I nod and she pulls me into a sudden hug, starting to cry, I laugh a little, starting to cry too.
Two more lonely people Part 7
Summary: “you made me love you! I tried to fight it for both our sakes! You can’t just pull away the moment things get tough!”
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader
Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) swearing, porn with plot, PinV, eating out, emotions, any others let me know please.
Word count: 3761
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Nervous excitement thrums through the air as the last touches are made to the newly rebuilt casa Madrigal. Tomorrow is the big day. Nearly two months and the home is nearly whole again.
The new tiles on the roof shine in the sun, the glaze catching the light just right and each stone making up the wall sitting strong under the weight of the building. The only thing missing from the rebuilt casita, is Isabela’s flowers and plants blooming in every crevice, bringing colour to the house. You know that, if they get their gifts back, your friend will make short work with fixing that. Even if it makes you sneeze a thousand times, you grin.
Birds sing in the trees nearby, telling unknown stories to each other as you watch from your seat next to Bruno. He wanted some time away from everyone and you found him sitting with his back pressed against the rear of the building, his mind so lost in thought that it took him a moment to even notice you there. To your surprise he asked you to sit with him when you offered to leave him alone.
He told you he was scared, and you listened as he explained. He’s scared that the moment the doorknob is placed on the front door, the magic will return with his gift. He wants casita to be itself again and for everyone else to get their gifts back if they want them, but he doesn’t want his. It’s always felt like a burden. People would beg for their fortunes to be read then scream hateful slurs at him when the bad ones came true. He doesn’t want to go back to that.
you reminded him what Alma had said though and it seemed to ease his thoughts a bit. If his own mother said that as long it makes him happy, he could never see another fortune again and it wouldn’t matter because that would be it. you also joked about charging an extra peso every time someone did complain if he did go back to doing it, but he just said he’d feel bad.
You’ve been sitting together in silence ever since, not bothering to move, just enjoying the nature that sits behind el casita and each other’s company. The birds the bugs and the other creatures making noises in the trees as you both just listen.
His hands hold yours close as you lean toward each other, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand while he plays with your fingers. You’re not sure what to think of such a peaceful moment with him. It’s sending tingles of joy through your body, but the back of your mind is screaming that these are the moments you’re meant to avoid. To protect your heart and his from the inevitable destruction of whatever this is.
“I should probably start heading home.” You mumble as you pull away from him. You don’t even notice the sad sinking look that crosses his eyes as you rise from the ground. “I need to pop to the market and the butcher for some things before it gets too late”
“Will I see you later?” he asks, stumbling to his feet to follow you around the side of the house.
“I don’t know. Mama asked me to do some chores while she’s out tonight” you tell him. “Then Dolores and Isabela are coming around for a few hours. You’ll probably be asleep by the time I’m free.”
“Oh, uh yeah I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He smiles as you glance at him over your shoulder.
“See you tomorrow.” You smile turning the corner to make your way home.
You needed a moment to breathe and think, to let your mind translate your feelings. Maybe you shouldn’t have gone this far? Visiting him practically every night, teasing him, and fucking his brains out. Surely that’s not a recipe for feelings to develop… right?
Maybe it’s time to stop? To find someone else to release some tension and move on so neither of you can get hurt. He deserves a human not a beast. It’ll be better for the both of you. Your father’s harsh words echo in your mind, constantly reminding you that you’re just a monster. You know everyone in town would despise you if they knew the truth. They’d probably hunt you down with pitchforks and guns.
Why does the thought of leaving him hurt so much though?
You’re not really listening to your friend’s conversation as you braid and un-braid Isabela’s hair over and over. Your eyes are unfocused, and you barely hear any other word, just going through the motions with your hands in her long dark hair.
“[Y/N]?” Dolores calls out with a tilted head, finally bringing your mind to the present.
“Uh yeah, what?” you ask, shaking your head of your dark spiral.
“We were talking about what you wanted for your birthday party?” Isabela tells you, turning her head enough to see you but not pull her hair from your hands.
“that’s still over a month away… and as per usual I don’t exactly want a big party…”
“We know you’re not fond of big birthday parties… but! Maybe we can have something small at casita. invite a few people around our age.” Isabela says as she leans back to squish you on the bed. “abuela would never be opposed to holding a party.”
“si maybe you’ll find someone you’ll like!” Dolores smiles.
“Oh, it must be so painful for you to witness me live my life without a man to bed.” You sigh dramatically, covering your face with your arm. “Oh, how do I live without a man telling me what to do with my life!”
“[Y/N]!” Dolores giggles, flinging a pillow at you but hitting Isa instead.
“Maybe I should marry Isabela, so you’ll get what you both want, me in a relationship AND in your family!” you joke, wrapping your arms around Isa, squeezing her. You barely notice her cheeks darken but you chock it up to frustration with you. “Seriously though. You gotta chill out with that shit. Life doesn’t need to be about relationships, and you know why I’ve not been seeking a permanent one. This is my formal request for you to literally never mention it again.”
“Ah! No! I said never! You have your boyfriend; Isabela can get anyone she wants, and I can choose whether I get one at all.” You stop her, with a raised eyebrow as you release Isabela from your hold.
“fine” she squeaks “but we’re still gonna have a party for you!”
“Fine.” You huff. “You know I was actually thinking of talking to someone at the celebration tomorrow but now I don’t think I will since you brought it up. Think I’ll just sit in a corner and sulk, make you feel bad.” You tease.
“noooo” Isabela and Dolores groan in unison, both sporting playful smiles.
“Yep! That’s what you get” you grin. You love your friends so much.
The sun has long since set and you want to go see him. Isabela and Dolores left about two hours ago, and you’ve been laying in bed staring at the ceiling since. All you’ve been thinking about is him. The hopeful look in his eyes at the prospect of you sneaking to his tent. He’s probably asleep though…
Eventually you lose the battle and leave your home. May as well have one last time before breaking it off for the better. You lie to yourself, pretending it doesn’t hurt just to think of.
The street is silent as you make your way barefoot along the cobbled stones, the chill of the ground sinking into the soles of your feet and the night air flowing through your dress. Different snores echo around you, each one coming from a different window. They’d have no idea if you shifted right now and ran through the town covered in your white fur. The only signs you’d have ever done it would be the massive paw prints made in the dust.
The night animals call out from the tree line as you walk around the side of casita, and you wonder if they’re warning of you. Can they sense the wolf hiding underneath your human form, ready and willing to hunt them down? Are they warning of a human or a predator?
“I’m surprised you’re still awake.” You say quietly as you reach the tent, the flap hanging open revealing Bruno laying on his cot, talking to the rats on his bare chest. The lantern on the stool beside him fills the tent with flickering orange light, fracturing the darkness and making him clear in the night.
“[Y/N]!” he says, launching upright, practically sending the poor rodents flying. “You came” his smile melts your heart and breaks it at the same time. You don’t want to hurt him. You should never have let it get this far. You hope that what you’re seeing isn’t really what you think. One last one then you’ll let him find someone better.
“What are you still doing awake?” you ask him as you close the opening of the tent and take a seat on the cot next to him.
“I um heh… I was hoping you’d come.” He smiles shyly, looking away from you. “I was waiting up”
“Mmhmm and I told you I probably wouldn’t.” you smirk, trailing your finger up his arm, leaving goose bumps in your wake. He was waiting for you even though you said you weren’t coming.
“But you did.”
“So hopeful.” You hum as you press him down onto his cot and straddle his hips. “What should I do with you hmm?” you ask him. His eyes darken with lust as you grind your heat against him, the layers of cloth preventing any real friction but making him gasp at the pleasure anyway. “Perhaps I should make you beg first?” you accentuate each word with the movement of your hips, watching as he becomes a horny mess underneath you.
He moans your name as his breathing becomes laboured and his heart races in his chest, singing out in your sensitive ears. You grip his wrists and pin them above his head, moving your face mere inches from his with a smirk on your lips. Your nose brushes against his as you grind your clothed cunt against him and He chases your lips, desperate to taste you but groaning and rutting against you as you pull away just enough for him not to catch you. He’s a mess beneath you, hungry for whatever you’re willing to give him.
“you’re gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” you whisper as you pepper kisses on his neck and shoulder, smiling at his accepting nods. Everything you do draws desperate little gasps and delicious moans from the man beneath you. Perhaps it’s a good thing if you end this tonight. There’s no way you’d be able to hide this from Dolores if she gets her powers back.
You climb off him and smirk as he groans and thrusts into nothing, watching you with dark hooded eyes as you trail your fingers down his chest. You want to commit this night to memory, every moan, every breath, all of him.
His eyes trail hungrily down your body, taking in everything as you pull off your dress. He looks like a man desperate for water in the middle of the desert, pleading with his eyes for what he’s seeing to be real. He doesn’t care that he might down if he takes too much.
He licks his lips as he watches your hand dive slowly to your clit, rubbing sensually for him to see. The sight of his tongue makes you clench around nothing and excitement sparks in your gut. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with him until you saw that. With a mischievous smirk you move toward him and position your dripping pussy above his face, your front facing down his body. If you wanted to, you could lean forward push down his pants and take him in your mouth.
“Show me what your mouth can do, and I’ll think about touching you properly.” You hum. Without second thought he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth, moaning into your wet cunt. Your breath catches as his nose rubs against your hole while his tongue plays with your tiny bundle of nerves.
His stubble scratches out a delicious warmth around his dutiful tongue and you try not to grind down on his face as your lewd moans fill the tent. His moans would be just as loud if not for the fact they’re sinking deep into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open with curses and prayers as his tongue dives into your hole, licking at the juices practically pouring out of you.
He grinds into the air, his straining cock desperate to be touched as he feasts on you. Leaning forward you place your palm upon his clothed member and his grateful groan vibrates into your clit. The sight and the feeling making you cum, coating his face in your release.
“Pl-please” he begs as he lifts you off his face a little.
“Please what, Bruno?” you ask, pulling your hand from his needy cock, trailing your hand up his stomach just to tease him a little more.
“I need… please.” He gasps. “I need you.”
“Need me to what?” you smirk. You know he doesn’t like saying it, his face turns red at just the thought of saying these things out loud.
“Please. I ne-ed to be i-in you.” He begs in a stutter.
“you’ve been so good for me, and since you’re clearly desperate, I think I can do that.” You tell him, your voice triumphant as you rise to change positions. He yanks his pants off and lifts his pulsing member, making it so all you have to do is line your self up. “Fuck, Bruno.” You gasp as you lower yourself onto him, his cock quickly filling you completely. You taste yourself on his lips as you set your pace, moving desperately with your hand on his throat. His length dragging against your walls and hitting your G-spot everytime.
“Mi cielo. Mi vida” he whispers into your mouth, his green eyes closing in ecstasy as he gasps. You don’t pause your movements, but your mind freezes at his words, staring at him with your heart racing in your ears. You feel his release fill you, coating your walls in white, but your mind is lost, repeating the names over and over.
You climb off of him and grab your clothes, pulling them on a bit too fast for his comfort.
“Are you okay?” he asks, watching you in confusion as you seem to be rushing to get the fuck out of there and away from him. You’re sure it looks bad to him. Hell, it looks bad to you and you’re the one doing it.
“Um yeah. I’m fine.” You lie. “Just remembered that I left a candle lit in my room.” you tell him, peeking out the tent then rushing off without another word.
You know it now. You fucking love him and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch to leave.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
The magic is back. it burst to life, filling the house with life the moment Mirabel placed the doorknob into its home. He felt his gift return, which he hated, but for the first time he’s tempted to look into his own future. Wanting to know where his life stands with [Y/N], especially after how she ran off last night.
He’s been standing in the same corner for pretty much this whole party, only walking away from it to get a drink or food. he’s been watching her, wishing he could talk to her ask her why she ran away like that. He’s not sure he can though, at least not openly, not out here. Dolores has her power back and [Y/N] is surrounded by others around her age. He didn’t realise she had so many friends, she spent most of the last month with him and his family. He was staring to think she didn’t have friends outside the Madrigal family.
“I swear they have no tact.” Isabela muses as she follows Mirabel to their uncle, shaking her head as she stares at the people around [Y/N].
“What do you mean?” the younger girl asks. “hola, tio Bruno.” She smiles at him before turning back to her sister.
“Them all vying for [Y/N]’s attention.” She says gesturing to the group of four men and three girls including [Y/N]. “Could they make their crushes anymore obvious. They’re all flirting with her, trying to one up each other and honestly it’s painful to hear” he would never have thought that from the sight of it but hearing his niece say that… he’s never considered himself a jealous man, but it flares to life knowing that.
“I’m surprised she’s even been listening to it…” Mirabel shrugs, not really caring about it. it’s all he can think about now though. “You been enjoying the celebration tio?”
“Um yeah, yes. It’s nice being back with my family” he answers, his heart racing, scared that he’ll give himself away. He just needs to know. “Why wouldn’t she be interested?” he asks, pretending to just be curious.
“She doesn’t see a relationship in her future.” Isabela tells him sadly, swirling her glass of wine. “we’ve tried but she still sees a monster when she looks in the mirror. She knows she’ll pass it on if she has kids…” he’s starting to suspect his niece has also had too much to drink, her words too honest.
“So, she’s not been in a relationship?” he asks. She seemed fine being with him pretty much every night for the past month. Her confidence out matches his tenfold and he loves it. he loves her.
“she’s been in relationships; she just doesn’t let them get too far.” She tells him and he watches as the girl in question smiles at one of the other girls, leaning toward her in a way he hates. He has tight fight himself from going over there and pulling her away, claiming her as his. “Last guy who said he loved her hasn’t heard more than a few words from her since.” She says taking a sip at her wine.
That’s why she’s doing this… he’d called her his life and his heaven, and she freaked out. He’d found it in himself to start telling her how he really feels, what he really wants and she’s backing away. And it fucking hurts.
He needs to talk to her. He can’t just let her go like this. She’s the best thing he’s ever had. He loves her more than he even thought he could.
“See you tomorrow” you call out as you leave Isabela’s room, stumbling toward the stairs. You know you drank too much, and way more than you usually would but you needed something, anything to distract you.
You tried not to think about Bruno, to only pay attention to the cute girl that was flirting with you but all you could think about was him. And the fact that he was staring at you pretty much the whole time. You don’t want to hurt him, you’re not worthy. He’ll be better off without you.
You focus super hard on not falling down the steps as you approach them but squeak as you’re pulled away, stumbling up a different set. Bruno’s hand is wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you up into his room, making you stumble when he lets you go.
“What were you doing with those people today?” he asks once the door is shut, and you look at him confused, tapping your ear and gesturing to mean Dolores can hear what the fuck are you doing? “She can’t hear us in our rooms.”
“Nice to know…”
“What were you doing?” he asks again after a breath.
“I was just talking.” You shrug, trying to play it off. You never thought of him as the jealous type, or the type to push so hard for something he wants. You know he can you just didn’t think he would.
“You were flirting.” He states, irritation curving his eyebrows.
“Does it matter?” you ask, leaning against the wall and watching the falling sand instead of looking at him. Your head spins with regret and wine, you really did let this get too far. You didn’t want to hurt him. You fucking love him.
“Yes.” He snaps.
“Why? You said you didn’t know what you wanted.”
“Well, I lied.”
“Well, I don’t….” you start.
“Maldición [Y/N]! I’m in love with you!” he shouts, aggressively wiping away a tear. “it hurt to hear from Isabela that not only were you flirting with them but were planning on ending things with me without a word.
“You told Isabela?”
“no. no, of course not.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “She was drunk and told me about a boy you’d been seeing and that you just left him without a word when he told you how he felt. And that you’ve done that with all your past relationships…”
“Did she tell you why?” you frown, your eyes watering and heart aching. “no one knows what I really am except for your family. they deserve better than me. You’re the first person I’ve trusted because you know completely what I am, and fuck! I’ve fallen for you hard, but you deserve better than me too!” you cry out. “You deserve better than a monster.” He freezes at your words, staring at you with wide watery eyes.
“If there’s one thing, I’ve ever been sure about…” He finally says, shaking his head as he steps close to you, his warm hand cupping your cheek, thumbing away a tear. “you’re not a monster and I could never do better than you.”
You pull his ruana, yanking him close, your lips colliding with his as tears stream down your cheeks. His right-hand threads into your hair and the other pulls you tight to his chest, un-willing to let you go.
You don’t want to breathe if it means pulling away from Bruno ever again.
A/N: hope you all liked this chapter! Got me in the feels and I was the one that wrote it! remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!
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