#bruno x female reader insert

[zafirosreverie]

Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

 But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" 

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

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[noellemadrigal]

Fictoromance/Self Ship feels 💚💫✨

Little chibi doodle of me daydreaming about a certain rat man 🥹🐀💚

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[danddymaro]

Kisses From Bruno

This is How Kisses from Bruno go // somewhat nsfw.

Wordcount: 590

Kisses From Bruno

His lips are not only plush but soft as they descend onto yours, and even after all of the yearning between the past week that has made you fantasize of a single smooch with prior memories used as fuel, it's almost like it's all been wiped out from your memory the second he touches you. 

The entire experience is almost indescribable.

Somehow, you feel as though the first that descends upon you that day is the first of a lifetime.

It's always just as breathtaking, just as special, and never falling short of blissful. 

Every kiss brings forth a sweet flavor your mind automatically resisters as his, and it's something dear, something you can't place but is close to a mixture of vanilla and sugar tickling your taste buds, urging you for more spoils.

One of his forearms lays beside your head, used as support while the hand at his other side takes a tour down his own body before it falls onto his manhood. 

His thumb touches the base first before his other fingers land seconds after, curled over the hardness that had been previously strained by the costly, black-spotted white trousers now forgotten somewhere between the bedroom door and the mattress.

He continues to kiss you while he strokes himself, the longing he's possessed slowly sedated by your very presence, the warmth that your every breath fills the home with being the same one he's missed terribly while he was away.

The  head of his cock teasingly brushes your folds, smoothly sliding over your slick so easily that part of you wants to shrink in shame because it was all from a kiss of his.

A single press had you ready, intoxicated by the sweet savor of your dear Bruno.

he hums, the sweet, low whirr warming your insides like a warm drink during the winter seasons, and your heart delicately flutters at the soft sound he makes just as he finally sinks within.

Involuntarily, you clench at the full length, and it's something Bucciarati responds to with a deep, baritone moan, and he's nearly winded. 

The tension that knits between his dark brows melts along with the stress his mind had been plagued with from the previous days away, and he could only envision it as a mist that evaporates from him the second he finally fully holds you.

He doesn't quite understand what it is that creates the reaction from you, what it is that he does that brings forth such a sensual flutter around him every single time, but he loves it.

He loves it so much that the luscious lips that press against your own slide off to the side and land right in between her ear and jaw. 

And he praises you, in between the soft pants that escape those beautiful lips there are sensuous words of praise that make your face steam hot, but also make your heart bounce happily.

He loves you, and he's missed you, terribly.

- And there's nowhere else he'd rather go.

"Tesoro..." he whispers softly, and there is so much tenderness in that single word that you feel the gravity of all of his adoration. 

The address has another meaning, and it translates to ‘I love you.’

Between the rapid beats of your loudly pounding heart you can hear him say it again, and like a lovesick fool, drunk on the divine sound of his sensual voice hotly spoken in your ear, you almost melt into a pool beneath him.

More kisses follow within the lovemaking, and they all taste sugary, addicting.

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

There's Nothing Like Doing Nothing With You

Bucky's eyes jolt at the annoying, anxiety-inducing sound of your phone ringing. With a frantic hand, he carefully reaches over you to grab your phone and quickly answers before its incessant ringing wakes you. 

"What?" he croaks in a hushed tone. 

"Good morning to you too," Sam chuckles. 

He cracks open a bleary eye to look at the screen. 4:03 AM. 

"It's 4 AM. I'm not nice until at least 7 AM," he rasps, reluctantly tearing off the comforter on top of him and peeling himself out of the warm, welcoming bed. 

"That's why I didn't call you. At least I didn't think I called you?"

"You didn't," Bucky grumbles, padding out of your bedroom to finish talking to Sam without waking you. "I just answered."

"You answered?"

"Phone was right there. I didn't want to wake her."

"So you just grabbed her phone?"

"It was right there. It woke me up, so I answered."

"Why was her phone right next to you?"

"It was on the nightstand," Bucky sleepily mutters, so tired that he's willingly answering Sam's questions with minimal resistance. "Shared bedroom, Sam. Phone calls tend to wake the both of us. Is there a reason you're calling or did you want to interrogate us about where our phones are?"

"In my mind, I like to pretend that you sleep in different beds. Different rooms even."

Bucky chuckles wryly, "Well, that's definitely not true."

"Ew."

"Sam, I'm so close to hanging up on you. What do you want?"

"Oh, right. Mission got postponed. She's got the day off."

"Alright, I'll pass the message on."

"Thanks."

Bucky hangs up the phone in a tired huff, unlocking it to turn off all your alarms for your mission this morning. He quietly creaks the door back open, lazily padding back to bed. He slowly peels backs his hastily thrown covers and crawls back into bed. He lays down for a moment, trying to lull himself back to sleep. That's when he feels you, still sleeping, turn over to curl yourself back into him. 

He debates waking you to let you know that you have the day off, but he looks down at you tucked into his side, peacefully sleeping and decides against it. 

He wraps an arm around you, reach out for both phones to silence them. Soon after that, he's coaxed back into a peaceful slumber. 

You wake to the morning beaming down on your face, Bucky's arm still thrown around you and his light snoring filling the room. If the warm sun filtering through the sheers was any indication, it was already a late start to the morning. And then you jolt upright.

You knew you had a mission obscenely early this morning. A mission that started way before the crack of dawn. 

"What? What happened?" he says, abruptly sitting up and hastily scanning the room for any signs of a threat.

"Sorry," you frantically whisper, stumbling out of bed to search for your missing phone. "I think I slept through my alarms. I'm so late. Dang it, Sam's never going to let this one go."

"Oh, he called," he rasps, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "You're off the hook today. Mission canceled or something. I was only half listening."

"Really?" you sigh in relief.

"Yeah, now come back to bed."

You look to your nightstand to search for your missing phone. Then to the other side of the room, where it sits on Bucky's nightstand. "What time is it?"

Without looking, he reaches out to the small table to feel for either phone. He finally takes hold of one, clicking the small button to turn on the display. "Oh, shit. It's 11 already."

"We slept until 11? Don't you have an assignment or something?"

"Nope."

"Huh," you nod. 

"So...we both have the day off?" he dubiously questions.

It was always a little bit of a miracle when both of your schedules perfectly aligned and you had an entire day to spend with each other. Usually there was always something. Missions. Other assignments. Emergencies. Paperwork. Overzealous friends. It was always something. So it was more than a little surprising that there was nothing.

You shrug. "I guess so."

"So...what do we do?"

"I don't know. When was the last time we both had a day off at the exact same time?"

"67 days ago. Not that I was counting or anything," he chuckles.

"That sounds about right...Well, what if we just did nothing?"

"Nothing?"

"Why not? We never get the day to just sit here. Bum on the couch. Watch movies."

"That sounds perfect," Bucky admits, more than slightly relieved that you don't want to have an adventure-filled day. It's not that he wouldn't have fun, but the old man in him really just wants to do nothing except sit and indulge in his favorite hobbies. 

"Then, it's settled," you decisively nod.

"Wait," he abruptly interjects, turning to grab both phones to shut them off before anyone else can ruin this serendipitous day. "Can't let them ruin this for us."

With a late start to your do nothing day, you change out of your slept in pajamas to some new, clean pajamas to lounge around in. You languidly walk out of your bedroom to find Bucky in front of the open fridge, his face furrowed as he sniffs at an old takeout container. "Yeah, I don't think this is good anymore."

"Probably not," you chuckle. "When did we even get that?"

He shrugs, chucking the container in the garbage. "Dunno know. I'll just go pick something up."

"Wait - we have technology!"

He snaps his fingers, pointing a finger in agreement. "You're right."

And in the city that never sleeps, it's not long before you've both got your favorite takeout from the little restaurant on the corner in your laps as you scroll through the seemingly endless options on the TV. 

"Have we watched this?" you ask Bucky.

"Don't think so."

"You wanna to watch it?" you halfheartedly ask. 

"You want to just watch Friends again?" he offers.

He'd given up on pretending he didn't find the show funny or that he wasn't watching alongside you when he so clearly was. It was pretty funny to you, that one day he came home and pouted for almost an hour because you continued watching without him. You argued that he said he didn't even like the show. Still he huffed and sat alone on the couch until you pinky promised not to continue any shows without him. 

"Sure," you hum, settling into the couch and resting your head on his shoulder. 

The first part of your day is spent laughing at the antics of the sitcom characters, debating which character each person in your group would be. The only conclusive, unanimous decision you two can come to is that Sam is a Joey.

After a nice marathon of Friends, you both decide to alternate picking and choosing movies.

"Alright, we'll flip for who goes first," he decides, pulling out a coin from his wallet. 

"Deal."

"Call it," he says, flipping the coin in the air.

"Heads," you call as he catches it, quickly covering the result with his other hand.

"And...it's tails," he smugly smirks.

"Best two out of three," you offer.

"Fine," he shrugs, playfully rolling his eyes.

And he wins again. 

So huff in annoyance, but rest your head on his lap as he puts on some documentary that you have no intention of watching. You fall asleep tracing little stars in his hand.

You find yourself slowly waking up at the end of the documentary with absolutely no idea what you'd just watched. It's obvious Bucky doesn't recognize you've awoken because you feel him reaching for the remote again. 

"Ah," you tut, taking the remote from his hand. "It's my turn."

"You were literally sleeping."

"And now I'm awake," you smugly smirk, sitting up off Bucky's lap. "And it's my turn."

"Fine," he huffs. "Knock yourself out."

"Uh?" you indignantly scoff. 

"Figure of speech," he explains. 

"Oh," you nod.

With the remote in your hand, you triumphantly choose a movie you've definitely watched before. One that, in spite of Bucky's huffing and sarcastic comments, has caused some tears to spring in the corner of his eyes. 

He sighs, recognizing the movie from the opening scene. You pause it, standing up off the couch to gather snacks for the rest of you movie marathon. 

"You want anything?" you call from the kitchen.

"I'm good."

"I'm not giving you any of my popcorn," you warn.

"Okay," he calls back.

"I'm serious!"

"Okay," he agrees once again. 

You sigh, shaking your head but still putting another bag of popcorn in the microwave for Bucky because you know once the bowl sits in front of him, he can't stop himself from grabbing handfuls when he thinks you aren't looking. 

After a few more minutes of preparation, you walk back into the living room to a sight you can't help but smile at. 

"What?" he defensively asks, his basket of knitting supplies suddenly sitting at his feet. 

"Nothing!" you shrug, the bowl of warm popcorn in your hand.

"We've watched this movie before, it doesn't need my full attention," he grumbles as you take your seat next to him. 

"The Notebook always needs your full attention," you playfully argue.

"We already know what happens," he grumbles, picking up the blanket he'd been religiously working on his off-days. "You better not have told anyone. Especially Steve and Sam."

"I told you I wouldn't," you chortle.

"I'm serious, you better not tell them."

"I won't."

"Swear."

You raise both your hands up in innocence. "I swear!"

"Good."

"But what about-" you start.

"No one," he interjects, aggressively looping his next stitch.

"I promise."

He doubtfully nods, not quite believing that you can keep this secret to yourself. You laugh again as you press play and rest your head against Bucky. He rolls his eyes, but with a warm smile, he kisses the top of your head.

And though you're both in pajamas and there's nothing particularly romantic about your shared apartment or the mess of junk food on the coffee table, you two somehow end up swaying in the middle of the room at the end of the night. Listening to the quiet hum of the music crackling on the record player. The room only lit by the dim glow of your twinkle lights.

Bucky sighs in contentment, after all, there was nothing like doing nothing with you. 

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[brennenscolby]

The best thing cash can buy.

• Warnings + content: MINORS do NOT interact! yandere tendencies, mentions of guns, weapons, violence, fellatio (blow-jobs), dirty talk, edging, cunnilingus, breathplay, voyeurism, fingering, creampie, groping, breast play, hickies & bruises, breast fetishism, Dom! Koko, Switch Koko¡ pussydrunk! Koko, choking, overstimulation, body worship, begging, anal play, spanking, aphrodisiacs, missionary sex, backshots:*, role play, obsession, infatuation, praise, Sub! Reader

• Suggested tracks: Oui - Jeremih + Wake Up in the Sky - Gucci Mane, Bruno Mars, Kodak Black + Pour It Up- Rihanna

• Summary: in which you capture the attention of certain executive treasurer….

• Pairings: Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Stripper! Female reader

• Genre: dub-con, CNC, sugar baby themes, BDSM, dark fic, self insert

A/n: For now, this is just a ONE SHOT. please let me know if you guys are interested in a longer series!

One -

Wc: 1.5k

The night he came around, the gentleman’s club was packed with numerous clients, of which on average consisted of grown men, years of age accelerated into your future. A handful appropriated ulterior motives such as serving infidelity to their wives and offspring, whom of which foolishly waited for them at home, while others occupied the club to fill the void in their hearts fabricated by failed relationships they could never re-establish ever again. But he wasn’t one of them. No, his youthfulness radiated a concoction of mischief and elegance at best, morphing into the epitome of immortality.

“You’re my favorite.”

The sleek skin behind your neck still prickled with elevated hairs even after the incident. It’d been days ago, when his minty breath fanned your heated ear cooly, and his honeyed voice blessed your ears with its attractive, low vibration the second your smooth knees squished into the pristine leather chair beneath his manspreaded thighs. A lap dance is what he paid for, and unlike the majority of occupants in the building, you willingly gave him a moment to commemorate with the likes of high libido at best.

A shiver clambered down your spine in the space you occupied, hands coursing with adrenaline as you gulped and blinked profusely to drown out the memory underneath the darkened spots behind your eyelids.

You shouldn’t be doing that, not right now anyway. You had plenty of time to reminisce and sulk in the bittersweet memory when you got home with sore feet and a bag full of generous tips. While this specific individual hypnotized you with the grace of his gentility, you were sure he wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. Especially not to a Gentleman’s club laced with greedy tensions in the epicenter of Tokyo’s most dangerous gang.

An inkling of terror filled a space at the back of your turbulent mind after you first obtained this information upon accepting the job with desperation in light of your debts and bills over a year ago. You turned a blind eye to the impending doom manifesting in every corner of the wretched building as it was the only location where you found serenity, certainly from the strict rules that protected strippers and additionally contributed to a large sum of income. According to the circulating rumors you couldn’t help but overhear through the passage of murmurs and giggles, the apparent owner of the club was actually a Toman member himself. However, the high-ranking member’s name was unknown, as was their appearance.

Your bottom settled on the cushioned stool, the flattened red and worn fabric weaving out a distinct matted dip, of which provided a small discomfort to the cheek of your butt. A flicker of displeasure sprouted across your face, before disappearing the second your nimble fingers snapped the pearl-shaded switch located beside the widened work surface you called a desk. Pretty bulbs of light framing your rectangular mirror illuminated your set up, encouraging you to pull out the withered little pouch you called a makeup purse.

Upon pulling out other necessities, you stilled for a second, excitement spreading across your face as you leaned into the mirror, hues of yellowed light bouncing across your cheeks and face. Brush after brush smeared across the apples of your cheeks, to the fluttery spaces below your brows, followed by your plump, crimson colored lips. Every second of the way, he ghosted your thoughts, haunting every single one from beginning to end with his endearing presence that beckoned you over with an alarming yet thrilling temptation of the unknown.

The pad of your tongue collected spit, parching your dried lips as you contemplated what to do next in order to wash away the person living in your head. Standing upright, you easily slipped into your night apparel, of which was fabricated from black lace material that operated to highlight the hidden gems and feathers appended for the aesthetic embrace of burlesque style. A relaxed sigh heaved from your lungs before you inhaled the timber-tinted scents the room concocted from years of regular wooden desk utilization.

The base of your hands bled pastel from lack of circulation as they brushed the decorated cups of your revealing bosom, adjusting them to the perfect angle for the saturating pads of your fingers to sprinkle on shimmer and bronze. As you did so, your brow twitched in anticipation, the tender blubber of your chest reminding you of the moment he fondly gazed down at your inviting and divine breasts, drool stimulating the nerves of his tongue and almost coercing him to salivate before meeting your eyes intently.

“Beautiful.”

What did you get yourself into?

You remained upright in the empty room, heat igniting your face as you fanned away the invading and persistent notions with your pigment covered appendages. It was only one night you saw him, and you couldn’t help but think, could he be here today again? Most importantly for you?

You shook your head furiously out of distaste but your heart voluntarily skipped a beat with little resistance, almost as if to say yes. With feigned denial, you focused on securing the laces of your thick heels. The rusted door handle across the room jiggled alarmingly, and you rested assured, knowing the entrance of an employee was anticipated. Your feet plowed onto the floor below, falling in sync with the announcement you consciously knew would reach your ears.

“Hey, you’re on.”

You nodded obediently at your manager, passing her with easy and additional sway in your delectable hips as you waltzed to the navy curtain framing the sizeable platform adjacent to your dressing room. You completed your final round of routine by counting your blessings as you predicted the seconds you’d be greeted with expectancy.

Music vibrated across the polished ground, smoothly sliding beneath your heeled feet and up to your chest, violently making your blood thump as the passage of your name made its way across your ear canals. Like you rehearsed numerous times before, a cute smile framed your face. The drapes rolled apart, presenting your jewel encrusted, radiant frame. You batted your thickly coated eyelashes at the audience, recognizing a few suited bodies from previous encounters.

The palms of your hands arched upwards as the lower placement of your lush body expertly rolled in a teasing manner, exhibiting the shimmering skin of your legs in addition to the miniscule fabric framing your backside. In a concealed manner your darkened eyes scanned across the exposed, neon shaded room, before drooping from the lack of a certain someone.

The tune of the song bursting with conviction enraptured your attention, and your concentration drew back to the seductive, yet elegant routine. Engrossing your sensual movements to the pounding bass echoing from overhead speakers, you smiled beautifully at every hand that threw green bills at your designated metallic pole. And even when they desperately clawed to grab any part of your essence, you smirked before playfully retreating. This was your life and you’d surely milk every second of it for success and payment.

Your hips visibly smoothed and straightened with each swivel, spawning cries of exasperation from the audience you entertained. The back of your sleek, polished thigh hooked around the crown of your silver pole, and you twirled majestically, harmonizing hues of light reflecting translucent umbrellas over your frame. The crowd flocked with applause, and whistles while most importantly, tossing coins and dollar bills onto your glowing platform, igniting the flame in your irises the further you recieved cash in abundance.

Perspiration stuck to the secluded flesh behind your legs and between your fingers, executing traces of condensation onto your luminescent pole: all resulting from your scorched and wet skin. Exhaustion tinted your optimistic thoughts as you further pressed to maintain positions of dignity and most importantly, energy. The set had been going for half an hour, and you were almost done, luckily you’d get to take a long break for the awaited finale routine of the night. Though, with all the leisure time you’d have until the final routine, you wished for another way to pass the time.

While you proved to be popular at shuffling seductively across a metallic pole, you weren’t exactly praised enough to gain the interest of clients in private room sessions. And those were the most favorable at prompting convincing stacks that served as evidence to the existence of money trees.

However, your attempts of yearning for more secluded festivities had quickly been put off after the first few purchasers you bitterly entertained. On top of filthy men watching you dance, they always violated the rules, such that required no touching. While they had their lap dances completely terminated, you’d always lose money due to their childish whines of refunds for incompletion. The contract conducted between them and your manager only made it worse as refunds were a written agreement that failed to be discussed with you prior.

And while you despairingly sulked and grabbed a saddened drink at the bar after most of your routines, one day, your dreams of longing for more finally came true. And this was made possible by a certain gentleman with pretty eyes and an intimidating presence.

You waved half-heartedly at the captivated audience as handfuls of clients began to disperse and look towards other assembled platforms across the hall, preparations intact for the presentation of additional strippers. The security guards shielding your area of performance guided remaining clients towards miniatures side shows, of which occupied locations even a few floors above your own. However, they weren’t able to lead a certain body astray.

Your knees cracked discomfortly when you kneeled with outstretched palms to scramble and scoop up the half hanging, crumpled dollar bills on your LED platform, which faced execution if they spilled on the matted ground below. You sighed deeply once a few gave into murderous temptation. Despair and anguish ate at the little determination you had in your aching bones to move, before you abruptly stood on your sore ankles to grab at whatever you could muster in the darkening space.

The intensity of your cash excursion consumed the the last few remnants of your focus and you failed to notice the approaching shadow expanding over your form. The sound of steps made your ears twitch and you curiously gazed ahead, only to find yourself approximately nose to nose with exquisite and perfectly shined shoes that donned a familiar shade of black you could only reminisce on from your prior memories.

“Don’t pick that up.” Your brain could barely register what was said the second you felt the cash being snatched from your greedy palms, and thrown into the rusted, blue bucket you called your ‘happy holder’. Your look of shock intensified the longer you glared at the newly arrived guards in front of you, but it was quickly altered the second you realized who echoed the command with a demanding snap. The back of your spine felt rigid and adhered right down to the rugged ground your knees pressed tightly against.

Before even accepting the pleasant chance to gaze upon his attractive face, you picked your wobbling legs up, and fixed your posture to look even the slightest bit presentable. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of your shimmering, flushed cheek, marking its territory on a hollow dip between your shoulder and collarbone. You blinked once, or twice or even three times before conjuring up what to say whilst avoiding his enchanting gaze. “Y-you came.” You announced, the pounding of your heartbeat presenting minuscule tremors down your arms with tingly sensations grazing your legs.

He stood in all his glory, the plush of his lips still holding that charming, dark smile he cockily wielded in your presence. A familiar streak of eyeliner in the shade of vermillion framed the feline shape of his narrowed eyes, enchanting them to appear striking and menacing, yet alluring to your gaze. The second his dark eyes met yours, he chuckled in amusement, making your heart skip a beat.

“Ain’t it obvious? Of course I did. Couldn’t forget about my favorite girl.”

A mischievous glint dusted over the twinkle in his dark eyes. His pink, wet muscle of a tongue skippered out of his mouth, and only added to the chaos it would ensue.

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[anemptypuddingcup]

Don’t hide it.

Bruno Bucciarati x Female Reader.

Smut short.

Contains: Bear w me I’m only on episode 14 of part 5. Self-insert but still referred as Reader. Confessing feelings trope somewhat. Bruno & Reader speaking Italian. (From google translate ofc- not the most accurate but…yeah) Oral (Reader receiving). Doggy style. There’s a bit of groping and body praise in this. Really just focusing on Reader’s pleasure. I’m having Bruno brain rot okay?-, this may be the only time i’m pulling out of one piece-

You liked Bruno.

Well- not necessarily liked him…but that’s the best way to put it. You couldn’t help it but to feel this way about him, he was just so beautiful to you. Even if he was a mafioso, that didn’t bother you and it didn’t stop you from holding these feelings deep inside.

Though there wasn’t anything you could do about it, you had to keep them hidden from him as to not disrupt him and his work. It may have sounded stupid…but that was the best excuse to not confess your feelings to him.

Though Bruno began to catch on to you and your feelings. The way you acted every time he was around your body gave him a good idea on how you’ve felt about him. Even if he was a busy man, you were a reason for him to stop and take a nice break from all the bullshit and such.

A simple walk and talk didn’t bother anyone. You were surprised when he finally came up to you and spoke.

With his hands reaching out to your rosy cheeks, you couldn’t help but to freeze at the sudden gesture. His fingers traced your jawline and you couldn’t help but tremble at his touch. You nearly reached your hand up to grab his but you held yourself back.

“Ah, mio caro. my dear Is everything alright? You look like as if you’re catching a fever…” His soft hands cup your face while he stares down into your eyes. His sapphire eyes sparkled like no other, brighter than any diamond or gem in the world. You couldn’t help but to fold at his touch, his soft and large hands cradles your cheeks with care. “Bruno…” You whisper out his name softly, your face beet red and burning hot against his hands.

Bruno chuckles as he pulls away, walking away from you and making your face droop into a pout. A hand grasping yours catches your attention and you look up at Bruno who was urging you to follow him. “Follow me mio caro. There’s obviously something you’re hiding and I’m going to pry it out of you.” He says firmly, pulling you along while you both walked over to a wall.

Summoning his stand Sticky Fingers, he unzips a zipper that was plastered onto the wall and pulls you though the portal.

Stepping through the portal, your feet land onto floorboards. Looking around, you realize that you’re in Bruno’s home, not too fancy yet not too plain. He pulls your arm and you continue to follow, walking through the kitchen and down the hallway into his bedroom.

“Bruno- Where’re we going?” You asked him, quirking a brow as you looked around his home. “To my room of course, tesoro amore. darling love” He hummed, stopping at his bedroom door and twisting the knob. He opens the door and your both met with a beautiful queen-sized bed that was neatly made. “Come mio caro.” Bruno says sweetly, guiding you over to his bed.

You were close to being frozen like a statue, why did he bring you into his home or his room for that matter? Apart from that, it’s smelled so wonderful. His strong scent made the sticky arousal pool between your legs, making you shudder while a few heavy breaths left your lips. “Proprio qui, tesoro. right here honey Lay back on my bed.” He says to you softly, looking into your pretty eyes. You obey and slowly set yourself onto the soft bedding and Bruno releases your hand. Crouching on his knees, he places his hands to your inner thighs and pushes you back, making you yelp out in nervousness.

“B-Bruno!” You yelled, a bit startled as you pressed your hand to his temple. He smirks to you and lifts your skirt, his eyes peering down at your cute panties. “Rilassati mio caro, relax my dear didn’t I say I was going to pry the feelings out of you?” Bruno chuckles, tracing a finger along your soaking heat. You mewl out as you felt him run his fingers along your slit, occasionally teasing your clit in the process. You mewl out softly, trying to close your thighs to prevent him from going any further.

Though you couldn’t deny that you loved getting this type of attention.

Pressing his hands against your thighs, he keeps them spread open while he moves his face in between your thighs. He presses a smooch against your clothed clit before suckling, moaning at your sweet flavor. “Oh god amore mio~ my love You taste so divine, let me pull these off for you~” He mewls out, releasing his grip on your thighs before pulling your pretty panties off.

He moans out as he sees a string of slick disconnecting from your sticky cunt, admiring how soaking you were for him. “Mio mio, my my such a beautiful pussy you have amore mio~ Per favore fatemelo assaggiare~ Please let me taste it” He mewls out, pressing a smooch to your clit before sliding his tongue along your folds. You gasp out as he held on to your thighs, slurping and lapping up your juices while your toes began to curl within your loafers.

“S-So good~ That feels nice Bruno~” You moan out, shaking as you pressed your hand to his pretty yet soft strands. Bruno gasps out from your flavor, his thumb moving up to rub and circle your clit while he slowly slid his tongue past your entrance. Your thighs squeeze softly around his head and he huffs out, his tongue massaging your walls yet hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of you,

You gasp out as you felt his tongue graze your g-spot and Bruno chuckles lightly before pinching your clit. You gasp out out and look down at Bruno, his indigo eyes staring up into yours. “Well amore mio? How does this feel?~” He asks, pulling back and pressing smooches against your pussy. “I-It feels so good Bruno~ Cosí bueno~ so good” You mewl out to him, your face hot and dusted with blush. Bruno’s brows raise and he hums out before continuing, playing with your pretty pussy.

You begin to wiggle your hips, mewling out as he pleasured your pussy with his tongue. You grew more vocal as you watched Bruno slurp and suckle at your pussy, his groans growing louder as he grew addicted to your taste. You feel him pull your hips closer into his lips, his fingers scratching against your hips as he slurped up your juices.

“Ah!~ Ah Bruno!~ I-I’m close Bruno!~” You gasp out, throwing your head back as he practically fucked you with his tongue. He groans out and pulls back from your push once more, looking up into your eyes full of lust. “Mmh cum for me baby, vieni per me, tesoro!~ come for me, darling!” Bruno hums out, pressing his lips back against your pussy. “I-I’m going to!~ Oh god I’m going to!~” You gasp out, your loafers slipping off of your feet as you lift your legs a bit higher.

Bruno keeps your legs up, keeping them bent back while he begin to slurp at your pussy aggressively. “Ah! M-M’gonna cum!~ Oh god Bruno!~” You gasp out and arch your back as you cream around his tongue, your body shaking heavily as you came. Bruno hums out as he tasted your sweet essence, his chin and such already covered in your slick while your cum coated his tongue.

Bruno pulls back and breathes heavily, a string of slick tearing from your pussy and his lips. “Così gustoso, so tasty your taste is so divine sweetheart.” He gasps out, getting up off of his knees and trailing his tongue along his lips. He wipes your slick from his chin onto his sleeve, staring down at your precious yet weakened body. He presses his hands to either side of you, looking down into your eyes with a sweet smile.

“Bontà tesoro~ goodness darling Look at how hard you’ve made me…My cock yearns for you and your wonderful pussy~” Bruno hums out, staring down at the bulge prodding within his pants. You slowly sit up and Bruno helps you by pulling your body farther into the bed and flipping you over. “Sit up my dear, on all fours please.” Bruno says, placing his hands to your hips. You obey and lift your ass up into the air, arching your back while you started into his eyes.

Bruno unbuttons his pants and pulls them down halfway, his cock slowly popping out and hitting up against his jacket. You hum out as you stared at his length, a little blush dusting your cheeks as you gave him a lustful stare. He unbuttons his jacket shortly afterward, revealing his pretty chest and his tummy to you.

Bruno grabs your hand and placed it softly against his chest, sliding it along his skin. “Ti piace quello che vedi? Do you like what you see?” He asks, tilting his head while his strands followed. “Si, si lo faccio~ yes, yes I do.” You mewl out, feeling along his skin while your body trembles from how hot his skin was. Bruno moves in closer to you, pressing his lips against the skin of your shoulder while he began to touch and feel along your skin.

“Ahh~ B-Bruno~”

“Così bello~ so beautiful Your body is so soft…so wonderful~”

You feel Bruno move his hands along your skin, tracing your body and running against your curves. You gasp out and jolt as you feel his hands slide under your sweater and reach to your breasts, grasping and massaging them softly and admiring how beautiful they were. You moan out softly and wiggle your hips against his, pressing your ass up against his length.

“Bruno…” You call out to him, giving him a little pout as you stared into his eyes. Bruno smirks and and moves in close to your face, staring into your eyes. “Cosa c'è, mio ​​caro?~ what is it my dear? Are you ready for me?~” He asks you, chuckling as he moves his hands from your breasts and runs them along your ass. You mewl out and nod your head, laying your head up against his soft pillow and inhaling his scent.

“Alright amore mio, I’ll take it slow for you my love~” He whispers to you, standing up onto his knees. He drools out a glob of spit out onto your ass, the feeling of it running down your slit and along your pussy making you shiver. He slides his tip along your slit, sighing out before he presses it against your entrance. “Please tell me if it hurts, okay mio caro? I want you to feel wonderful pleasure…not pain.” He tells you, his hair swishing as he moves his head towards yours.

“I will Bruno…” You whisper to him, hugging his pillow tight against your face.

He slowly pushes in past your entrance, a little gasp leaving his lips as his brows begin to furl. Your cunt sucks him in hungrily, and he groans out shakily while you moan out from the slightly painful stretch. “B-Bruno~” You whine out, your body trembling as he took it slow. “Relax honey, you’re almost at the base of my cock~” Bruno huffs out, holding on to your hips as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his cock kissing your cervix as he stuffs the rest of his length deep inside of your pussy.

A heavy gasp leaves your lips as you felt so full from his length. “Mmh~ La tua figa è così divina. your pussy is so divine. It’s so warm and tight around my cock~” He hums out to you, pressing smooches against your upper back. You gasp out shakily as he waited for you to adjust to his length. You could feel him pulsating deep within your walls, his warmth inside of yours already making you melt.

He finally begins to move his hips, thrusting into your pussy slowly yet deep. You moan out as you listened to the sound of his gasps and the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. His cock felt so good, thrusting and hitting the sweetest spots deep inside of your pussy. It was starting to get more challenging to contain your moans.

“Hah~ Mmgh!~ B-Bruno!~” You moan out Bruno’s as he pumps his cock into you a bit faster. Heavy breaths leaves his lips as he pulled your hips farther back onto his, fucking into you a bit deeper as he huffs out.

“Dimmi che ti piace, mia cara~ tell me you like it my dear I want to hear you moan out about how good my cock feels inside of you~” Bruno whispers to you, heavy breaths falling onto your ear while your pussy massages his cock so wonderfully. “Lo adoro, lo adoro così tanto~ I love it, I love it so much I-It feels so good!~” You mewl shakily and hug your pillow a bit tighter, moaning your lungs out while his cock repeatedly kisses your cervix.

Bruno chuckles and lies you down against the mattress, wanting you to relax your legs while he fucked you. He fucks you into the mattress, biting his bottom lip tight as your pussy tightens around his length. You gasp out as your eyes begin to roll up, a whine leaving you as you felt him wrap his strong arms around your body. “B-Bruno!~ H-Harder Bruno!~” You moan out, your toes curling while you held in tight to his pillow.

Bruno smiles and obeys, fucking your pussy like a wild animal while sloppy sounds begins to echo throughout his bedroom. His bed begins rock from the harshness of his thrusts, with the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. “Ah~ Mio caro~ I-I’m close~ Can you feel me twitching inside of your pussy?” Bruno moans out, burying his face between the soft skin of your neck. Your brows furrowed as you gasp out, gripping the pillowcase tight as you felt yourself yearning to cum on on his cock.

“B-Bruno!~ I-I’m gonna cum! M’so close!~” You whine out, looking back to him with a pleasureful face. Bruno presses a smooch to your cheek and gasps out, his hands groping your breasts once again while he continues to fuck you. “Cum on my cock amore mio~” He whispers to you, chuckling before letting out a sharp gasp.

You huff out as you felt Bruno fuck you just a tad bit harder, your moans growing louder as you felt yourself so close on the edge. Bruno pinches your nipples a bit, throwing you over the edge and making you gasp out. “Cum mio caro, cum for me~” Bruno growls, making you shudder a bit. You whimper out before nodding, your toes curling while your legs begin to shudder.

“Yes! Y-Yes Bruno!~ Oh god! M-M’cumming!~” You moan out loudly as you clench tight around Bruno’s length, creaming around his cock before breathing out heavily. Bruno gives your push a few more thrusts before he begins to huff heavily, humping into your cunt and chasing after his high.

“Fuck F-Fuck! I’m coming my dear!~” Bruno gasps out, pulling out of your pussy before he shoots cum out onto your back. His hot seed burns your skin a bit and you moan out shakily beneath him. He moves his hands from your breasts and rubs your back softly, soothing you while you recovered from your from your orgasm.

Soft meals leaves your lips as he rubs your back, pressing soft smooches against your skin and down your back. “So pretty~ Così bello mio cara~ so beautiful my dear.” Bruno hums, continuously pressing smooches against your skin.

“Bruno…Ti amo I love you Bruno…” You hun out to him, looking back at him with soft eyes. Bruno smiles and presses a smooch to your lips followed by your cheek and jawline. “Ti amo anch'io mia cara. I love you too my dear.” He whisper to you before going back to pressing kisses against your skin.

#puddingcupimagines #dividers -> cafekitsune #this ain’t one piece #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #golden wind #golden wind smut #bruno bucciarati #bruno bucciarati smut #bruno buccellati smut

[garden-of-violets]

Writing oneshots for Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure part 5 characters.

Characters I will write for:

♡︎ Giorno Giovanna

♡︎ Bruno Bucciarati

♡︎ Leone Abbacchio

♡︎ Guido Mista

♡︎ Pannacotta Fugo

♡︎ Narancia Ghirga

♡︎ Trish Una

I may add more part 5 characters in the future, but not at the moment. I will only be writing for Bucci gang right now.

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What I will write:

♡︎ Headcanons

♡︎ Oneshots

♡︎ Scenarios

♡︎ Hurt/Comfort

♡︎ Reader insert (Only female or gender neutral reader)

♡︎ Fluff

♡︎ Angst

What I won’t write:

♡︎ Yandere scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ NSFW scenarios, headcanons, oneshots

♡︎ Smut

♡︎ Character x Character

♡︎ Male reader

♡︎ Unless requested personally with a detailed description of your oc, I will not be writing an oc insert. You may request specific details, but not your oc.

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( I am just getting back into writing at the moment, and I do have school so I’ll update and answer requests when I can ♡︎ )

Requests are open!

Masterlist for Jjba part 5

#giorno giovanna #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #mista guido #guido mista #mista x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #jojo abbachio #abbacchio x reader #fugo x reader #pannacotta fugo #fugo pannacotta x reader #narancia x reader #narancia ghirga #narancia ghirga x reader #trish una #trish una x reader #vento aureo x reader #reader insert #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind

[bucci-cookies]

INFO + FIC LIST

Please note that I used to be called BrunoBoobies

I write female insert fics for mainly Bruno Bucciarati/Reader and Leone Abbacchio/Reader, though I would love to start writing fics for other fandoms.

I currently have ✨commissions CLOSED ✨. Link to info here. Please message me on Twitter, Tumblr or email about them.

My Ao3 used to be BrunoBoobies, now its Bucci_cookies

My Twitter: bucci_cookies

My email: [email protected]

Ko-Fi, (for tips!): ko-fi.com/brunob0087

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Fic Masterlist Under Cut

Bruno Bucciarati x Reader:

Butternut Squash Soup,

Jealousy,

Infidelity (technically also an Abbacchio x Reader fic but ONLY in the second chapter on ao3),

To Be Young And In Love, (multi-chapter)

Leone Abbacchio x Reader:

Zeppole and Mango Smoothies,

A Trip To Naples

Memories (multi-chapter) full version on ao3

Regret

#bruno bucciarati x reader #bucciarati x reader #buccellati x reader #bucellati x reader #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucellati x reader #abbacchio x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #commissions open #commissions

[strigeist]

Introduction, I guess?

Hi, welcome to my blog! I've been meaning to do this for a while so I'm excited.

I write fanfiction, basically. One-shots, drabbles and headcannons. Requests are more than welcome since I struggle with getting ideas! The fandoms I will write for are:

Encanto

Five Nights At Freddy's (SB only)

Ace Attorney (I've only played up to the Mask☆DeMasque case so keep that in mind)

Identity V

The Arcana

Twilight

I will primarily focus on x readers, but I do have a few pairings I love and will also take requests for pairings.

Below the cut I will add the specific characters I write for and my rules! (I will also be highlighting my faves hehe).

Encanto

Camilo, Mirabel, Luisa, Isabela, Bruno.

FNAF SB

Monty, Freddy, Roxy, Chica, Moon, Sun, Gregory (platonic only).

Ace Attorney

Phoenix, Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Franziska, Von Karma, Will Powers, Ron DeLite, Desireé, Jake Marshall, Mia, Maya, Maximillion Glactica, Luke Atmey.

Identity V

Antonio (Violinist), Luchino (Professor/Evil Reptilian), Joseph (Photographer), Joker (Weeping Clown/Smiley Face), Jack (The Ripper), Percy (Undead), Andrew (Grave Keeper).

The Arcana

Asra, Nadia, Julian, Portia, Muriel, the courtiers (I've heard Valdemar is aroace so theirs will always be platonic, qprs included), Lucio.

Twilight

Edward, Bella, Jacob, Carlisle, Esme, Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Aro, Seth, Charlie.

Rules

No NSFW requests.

Male or gender neutral reader inserts only! You may still interact and request things if you're fem aligned or female, though.

No teacher/student.

No pure angst. I do accept hurt/comfort though!

No themes of racism, transphobia or ableism. Yes, even if it's in hurt/comfort.

I think this is a given, but still. No adult x minor (unless it's platonic), and no incest.

This is more of a warning, but be patient with me, sometimes I write slowly or have a hard time coming up with ideas.

Keep in mind that I'm still, obviously, allowed to deny your request. I will usually explain why and will not be mad if you do request something I refuse, so don't take it to heart!

This also isn't a rule, but you may just ask things through the asks, even if they aren't fanfic-related. I don't see why anyone would do that, but I don't mind!

Last warning: English isn't my first language, so sometimes my wording can be a bit odd or just plain wrong, I apologize in advance and feel free to point the mistakes out.

If you want to request, specify the gender of the reader (or the pairing you want) and whether you want a one-shot, drabble or headcannon.

That's all, thank you for reading <3.

#introduction #fanfiction #encanto x reader #fnaf x reader #identity v x reader #ace attorney x reader #requests open #security breach x reader #the arcana x reader #strigeist #twilight x reader

[zafirosreverie]

Little furry friend (Bruno x F!Reader) part 1

Part 2

a/n: If you know where Sebastián the rat is from, congratulations you are so cool and I love you a lot :)

For @hectic-hector hope you like it!

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"Sebastian?"

Bruno asked quietly so as not to disturb anyone as he bent down and reached under the cupboard for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It was not uncommon for some of his rats to spend time away, usually with Antonio, but they always returned at least by meal time. It had been days since the last time he had seen Sebastián eat at Casita.

He was worried, even though his younger nephew had assured him that the rat was fine and not getting malnourished, which meant that he was getting food elsewhere, and that was what scared him. Why didn't his little furry friend want to eat with him anymore? Where did he go every day? Where did he get food from? Who gave it? And why didn't even Antonio know?

He was being paranoid and he knew it, but after spending ten years in solitude with only rats for company, he had learned to love these animals as if they were part of his family, no matter how horrified Pepa and his mother felt about it.

"What are you looking for?"

The man jumped out of his skin and hit his head against the furniture. He grunted a little as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head, before looking at his older sister trying to hide her giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Julieta said but her tone revealed how amusing she found the situation "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes" he answered, accepting the hand she offered him to stand up "it's just that I can't find Sebastian"

"Your rat?"

"yes, have you seen it?"

"Bruno...you know that only you and Toñito can distinguish them, right? For me they are all the same"

"How can you say that?" he asked a bit offended "They are clearly different, I don't confuse your three daughters with Pepa's three children, do I?"

The healer simply rolled her eyes fondly and offered him a soft, apologetic smile. Although she and Pepa never fully understood Bruno's love for those animals, they loved their brother and knew how important they were to him, if he said they were different, she would respect it.

"Have you already asked Antonio?"

"Yes, but he said that his animals didn't want to tell him where he was, something about a secret and that it wasn't time yet" he shrugged.

"Oh how lovely, maybe your son has a surprise for you?" she laughed

"It's not funny, Julieta" he frowned "...I just want to know that he's okay"

"I'm sure he is" the brunette smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder "don't worry, you'll find him"

"I hope so" he sighed defeatedly "I'm going to look for him in town, I hope he's not in trouble"

Julieta silently watched as Bruno left shoulders hunched and looking definitely defeated and tired. He didn't even wave back to Pepa when he walked past her through the door.

"Is he ok?" the redhead asked

The older triplet just shrugged and looked where her brother had gone before she got up and went to work with her sister’s help. They both knew perfectly well that of their trifecta, Bruno was the one they understood the least, but they hoped that he would go to one of them if he really needed them.

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Bruno hurried through the paths of Encanto trying to catch up with Sebastián. He had spotted it a few minutes ago and although he tried to call it, the animal simply ignored him and went on his way, leaving the poor man making a scene around town while he tried to catch it.

Usually, he would be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself and that people would gossip about him even more (despite Mirabel's best efforts, he knew that there were still people who believed that he brought misfortune), but at that moment, he just wanted to find out where his rat ran off to every day.

So he followed him regardless of the looks of the townspeople or the tiredness of his legs. You'd think after all the time he spent on Casita's walls jumping between rafters, running across the floor would be a piece of cake, but no, he really needed to work on his physical condition.

"Where are you going?" he thought, as he watched the rat turn a corner.

He really didn't like to leave his room, much less his house, so he was probably the only Madrigal who didn't know the whole town like the back of his hand, but even he knew that house belonged to the friendly carpenters of the town, although he did not know them personally. What was his rat doing there?

"Oh hey buddy, you're late"

 Bruno quickly hid behind a tree so you wouldn't see him, and his eyes widened when he saw you take the little animal without problems. Usually, people were afraid or disgusted of rats, judging them without knowing what a wonderful being they really were, but you didn't seem bothered or disgusted in the least.

"I was beginning to worry about you" you said kindly, patting the rat's head "here, I saved you some bread."

You laughed softly when the small animal squealed with excitement and started eating out of the palm of your hand. You had no idea where it came from, but the little rat had been visiting you for days and you were starting to grow very fond of it, and you always tried to save some food for it, even though if your parents found out, they would probably scold you.

Bruno looked at you carefully, not realizing that little by little he was coming out of his hiding place. He couldn't help it, something in you made him want to be close. You jumped when you heard a branch snap near you and turned to see a scruffy-looking, hunched-over man with a guilty expression. The hourglass design on his ruana told you everything you needed to know about his identity: Bruno Madrigal.

The man mentally kicked himself for scaring you like that and he really wanted to apologize, but it was always hard for him to talk to people and just when he managed to find his voice again, you smiled at him. It was such a beautiful and sincere smile, not one of those forced ones that people usually gave him to please the rest of his family, but one full of kindness and joy. Two words that were almost never associated with his presence.

"Hello" you said softly

He just waved at you, not really knowing how to respond, his mind was short-circuiting trying to comprehend that you were really talking to him, without malice or anything, that you weren't really scared of him.

"This little friend is yours?" you asked, carefully lifting the rat up for him to see.

Again, the seer only managed to nod. He felt terribly stupid and began to hate himself more and more for not being able to talk to you back. You were probably thinking that he was pathetic and you would want him to leave immediately.

And yet your smile never left your young and beautiful face. Yeah, he couldn't help but notice that you're definitely a few years younger than him, though maybe not that many (and to be fair, ten years locked up in walls without seeing sunlight ages anyone) and for some reason, it was a thought that began to burn in his mind.

"I was wondering where he came from" you said when you didn't get any more answer "he has been coming daily"

Bruno jumped a little when he noticed that you had gotten closer and now you were standing just a step away. You smiled at him again and held out the little animal, praying that your blush wasn't as noticeable as you felt. If you were being honest, you hadn't expected to talk to a Madrigal in…well, ever.

You were too shy for that. Since childhood, you almost never talked to anyone, preferring to listen from the side or just nod and smile. Your parents always told you that this way you would never get friends or a boyfriend (even though you had had suitors, but they never caught your eye), but you really didn't care, you were fine on your own, or at least that's what you told yourself, despite that there was a feeling of loneliness stuck in your chest.

So why did you feel the need to talk to this man? Perhaps it was the mysterious aura that surrounded him, or that the legend about him, which had run through the town since you were little, told you that there was something more to him. You had never believed that the youngest of the Madrigal triplets was really the cause of people's bad luck, you thought that people simply did not understand him and that he must feel very lonely... like you.

You weren't sure, but from one moment to the next, you needed to at least get a word out of him, to feel that you weren't making a fool of yourself. That he seemed cute and somehow handsome, had nothing to do with it, no matter what your racing pulse wanted you believe.

“I-I’m sorry if he bothered you” he stammered, looking at you awkwardly and not knowing if he should grab Sebastian and run out of there.

"Oh no, he's a little angel" you said "he's kept me a lot of company"

"re-really?"

"Yeah...I'm a bit of a loner" you admitted "so it's welcome company"

"O-oh! Me too!" he said without thinking "I-I mean I'm l-lonely too" he quickly added

Bruno really wanted to kick himself, what kind of creepy man would say that to a woman he had just met? You were the only one who hadn't looked at him with suspicion or fear in many, many years, and here he goes, ruining everything. Surely you would ask him to take the rat away and never come back and-

Were you laughing? No, wait...were you smiling at him? Him? After what he had said? Yes, that's exactly what you were doing. You couldn't help it, he was just too cute and the way he looked at you, as if he hadn't expected you to talk to him, much less smile at him, was charming.

"Well...we could do each other a favor" you said

"A f-favor?"

"I'm Y/N, my pleasure" you said, holding out your hand.

"B-bruno" he replied, looking at your hand suspiciously for a few seconds before shaking it awkwardly. You really did have soft hands.

"Well, Bruno" you smiled "now you have a friend"

He looked at you puzzled and a little alarmed, as if the word wasn't in his vocabulary. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be friends with someone like him?

"Don't look at me like that" you chuckled softly "we share custody of the little one now anyway"

"I-I guess so" he replied, barely reacting in time to catch the rat that was jumping towards him.

"Well, it's better that the parents get along right?" you said flirtatiously.

You were surprising yourself, you usually wouldn't be this bold and a part of you wondered if you weren't crossing the line. But the man's blush and nervousness were too cute to resist, and if you had to use your furry little friend as an excuse to see him again, so be it.

"P-parents?!"

"I'll see you tomorrow Bruno, our son enjoys trips to the river" you said, turning around to go back to your house "will you pick me up at 2?"

"E-eh, y-yes, yeah!" he replied as his brain tried to catch up with everything

You just smiled over your shoulder and waved before disappearing into the house. Bruno stood there for a few more moments, processing everything before slowly walking back to Casita. What the hell had just happened?

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"Are you okay? It seems you saw a ghost" Julieta asked worriedly as her brother entered the kitchen.

"Yeah...I'm fine" he replied, his cheeks flushed.

"Did you find your rat?"

"Yes, he is playing with Antonio"

"Excellent"

The healer smiled at him and went back to cutting the vegetables. She could sense that her brother had more to say, but she knew better than to push him, he would tell her when he was ready. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Bruno sighed and dropped his head on the table with a thud.

“Juli?”

“Yes?”

“I think…I think I have a date”

The room fell deathly silent as the older triplet dropped her knife on the cutting board and looked at her brother. She never thought she would hear those words from Bruno's mouth, much less at this age but- her train of thought stopped when a sudden thunder sounded above their heads. They both turned to see Pepa watching them with wide eyes.

“You have a what?!”

#reader insert #x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno magridal #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #encanto #female reader

[floral-and-fine]

Unexpected Visitor

Bruno Madrigal x fem reader

Warnings- Lemon, fluffy, a little cheesey

A/n: The relationship moved a little quicker than I had originally intended lol. Thank you @fat-zygerrian for the help! I hope to write more for Bruno soon.

Summary: The reader, with help from Casita, finds Bruno's hiding place within the walls.

You knocked on the door, holding the pink box of pastries your family had assembled in your arms. Usually, the Madrigal House was bustling with people coming in and out, but it seemed as though everyone was out at the moment.

This had never happened before, but likewise, you were never behind schedule either. You lingered for a moment, swaying side to side, waiting to see if anyone would answer the door.

As you were about to turn and leave, the house opened the door. You lifted a brow, did it count as being invited in if Casita was the one welcoming you in?

As if sensing your hesitation, the door slowly waved back and forth as if encouraging you to come inside.

“Well, if you insist,” you shrugged. Once inside the door shut behind you.

“Better make this quick,” you whispered.

Immediately, you made a beeline to the dining room, you were filled with worry that you had broken some kind of rule, and you absolutely didn't want to get scolded by Alma, she didn’t seem like a woman whose bad side you wanted to be on.

As you sat the box on the large wooden table, you froze.

“Hello?” You called, you could’ve sworn you had just seen a figure lurking in the kitchen. Quickening your pace, you had hoped to catch up with whoever they were.

With such a large house and such a large family, there was no telling for sure where the stranger had gone or even who it was.

“Where did they go?” You wondered. You felt a tile beneath your foot urging towards the patio.

“That way?” you asked it pointing back towards the door.

It seemingly nodded in return.

“Okay,” you mumbled, briskly heading in that direction.

You slowed down as you reached the middle of the courtyard, so many doors and places to hide, your eyes scanned each door closely, looking for a sign that someone had just entered.

You gasped as you saw something move from the corner of your eye heading up the stairs.

“Wait, please,” you pleaded, chasing after them as fast as you could. You looked down for a brief second as you stumbled over your own skirt.

As you lifted your head, you blinked in astonishment, the figure had somehow vanished, but none of the doors had made a sound or moved.

You turned in circles, trying to make sense of what had just happened. You gripped your skirt tightly as crazy thoughts filled your mind, it was a magical house after all. Who knew what it was capable of?

You sighed as you were about to give up until the faint sound of air?… Or wind?… Or even breathing had caught your attention.

Tilting your head you stared at the painting in front of you. Once again you felt one of the tiles underneath you pushing you towards it.

Stepping closer you pressed yourself against the cool wall, your fingers lightly tracing the side of the frame. You jumped back as it opened revealing a small entry.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, wringing your hands together as you wondered what to do next. Would entering a secret passage be considered trespassing?

“This is crazy,” you whispered to yourself as you hiked up your skirt, preparing to climb into the wall.

With your hand guiding you with the inside of the wall, you followed along a narrow and dusty passage, amazed that something like this was hidden in this house. Did the Madrigal family know this space existed? Someone from the family must know about it, who else could’ve led you here?

Eventually, you found yourself in what could be considered a small bedroom? There was a bed, an old chair, all sorts of old and forgotten-looking things.

Your heart started beating wildly as you noted the dark hunched-over figure in the center of the room, they were muttering to themselves unaware of your presence behind them. You swallowed thickly, preparing to use your voice having recognized the green poncho covering their back.

“Bruno?”

The poor man jumped up with a shriek, then turned to face you immediately, his hood pulled up to cover half of his face. “I-I’m not Bruno,” he started. “I am Hernando.”

You smiled gently, reaching forward to push the hood back, immediately his body went rigid but he did nothing to stop you.

“There you are Bruno,” you said, taking a good look at his face and his eyes, your finger tracing his cheek.

“Y/n,” he breathed, mustering a sad smile in return.

He took a moment to take you in as well, you were still as lovely as he remembered, soft, gentle, unbelievably kind to everyone including himself, but there was a sadness in your eyes, one that seemed to reflect his very own sadness and longing.

It had been that very expression, the one which he had seen in a vision, a vision of you losing that light and love in the future that had driven him away from you. That very thing that had encouraged him to stay away, all his life Bruno felt that all he ever did for anyone was spread misery. How ridiculous of him to believe that he could spare you from such a fate…

“Are you… alright?” He asked, making brief eye contact before looking away.

You shook your head laughing lightly, “I should be asking you that, my friend.”

“Why are you here?” You pressed.

Bruno looked at his feet, “Why are you so sad?” He whispered, not ready to unload more of his sadness upon you.

You sighed, turning around, Bruno inhaled sharply worried that you were leaving him, so soon, but instead, you sat on the edge of his bed, running your fingers along with the pattern of your skirt. “It’s silly,” you began.

Bruno found himself too anxious to sit beside you, so instead, he chose to sit on the floor across from you. He crossed his legs, hands in his lap as he directed all his attention on you.

“I lost … my angel,” you said, unable to come up with a more suitable term, your face felt hot with embarrassment as the words left your mouth. You had never spoken about this to anyone, it was all too crazy to believe, just the daydream of a sillier and naïve version of yourself.

“When I was younger I seemed to have very good fortune, I suppose, almost as though someone was watching out for me. It was just little things really… not tripping and falling on an unruly root, or landing on soft things when I did fall, finding my favorite flowers waiting for me at the bakery, and feeling as though someone cared for me without wanting anything in return…” you paused, wiping a stray tear. You didn’t dare look in Bruno's direction, you could feel his eyes glued on you, practically mesmerized.

“And then poof!” Your sudden exclamation startled Bruno. “It all stopped, no one was looking out for me anymore, no one was making me feel special… or loved.”

Bruno had such a remorseful and serious expression on his face, that it worried you a little.

“What about you?” You finally asked, breaking the silence.

He fidgeted in his seat for a moment before starting, he kept his story short, sharing how he had a vision, one that threatened family which led to him hiding, but how he couldn’t abandon his family.

You slid off the bed and joined him on the floor, “Bruno…”

“I-It’s alright, really,” he said. “I’ve got everything I need here.”

The room did have all the basic necessities, but still, he must get lonely.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide, “They’ll all be back soon,” he explained in a hushed tone while urging you to the exit.

“Can I come back?” You asked more desperately than you liked. “To see you again?”

He gulped and nodded, “um this time, yeah that will work,” he thought out loud. “This same time next week? The family, they’re usually all out at this time.”

You smiled at him, looking happier than you did when you first arrived, “See you then.”

Bruno’s hands were shaking, partly from exhilaration and excitement, the rest was from nerves. It felt like he was waking from a dream, a strange but wonderful dream, he looked over at his small companions.

“She was actually here, right?” He asked in a daze.

They simultaneously nodded in response.

“And she’s coming again next week…” he murmured more to himself this time, his arms falling to his sides.

Bruno could still recall the last day he saw you, it had been a few days before Maribel’s ceremony, he couldn’t help but be enchanted by you, watching you from afar, always too scared to unnecessarily draw your attention to him.

You worked in your family’s bakery, starting early every morning and working all throughout the day in order to help your small family.

Despite the messy look of your sweets, yours always tasted the best by far, or at least Bruno always thought so. Your older sister, who undoubtedly created the most beautiful and intricate pastries, also made the driest cake. And your little sister, who was known for her creativity, melded together wonderful flavors but lacked your consistency.

Every day as he passed by the window of the shop, you blessed him with a smile, a pure smile that lit up your eyes and made him fall deeper in love each time.

It broke his heart the thought of never seeing that smile again, but he truly believed that this needed to be done.

The night before he had asked Isabella to create some of your favorite flowers, she was one of the few in the family kind enough to do him a favor, of course, it was only because when he had looked into her future the vision revealed a perfect fate for Isabella.

Moments before you’d arrive to unlock the doors, he gently placed the flowers on the stoop, he lingered far enough away to go unnoticed but not to miss the look on your precious face. As the sun rose he said a silent goodbye.

Bruno raked a hand over his face, his thoughts now returning to your visit. Your story made his heartache, he never knew that all his little favors, all his little ways of looking out for you, had actually been noticed and appreciated.

He gulped his back hitting the wall, he needed to make it up to you… somehow.

…

Since discovering Bruno, you had been practically walking on air, the sky was brighter, the sun was warmer, even flowers smelled better, and by some crazy miracle, it seemed as though your good fortune had returned as well. Of course, it was just small things, like finding little notes in your pockets with little smiley faces drawn on them or pretty rocks somehow finding their way to your nightstand as you got home from work. However, each little thing brought a smile to your lips.

You wondered if it had anything to do with Bruno, seemed like a strange coincidence that these things would start happening again so shortly after finding him in the walls. But Bruno hasn’t left his family home for roughly a decade, has he?

You would ask him, but he seemed so shy, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Perhaps, if he is the one doing it, he’ll let you know when he’s ready.

Well whoever or whatever it was, you appreciated having it back.

You were currently headed towards the Madrigal House with their usual pastry order, but you had also managed to pack a small surprise for Bruno, a generous slice of tres leches cake. Your piping looked sloppy, to say the least, but you were sure Bruno would appreciate the thought even if it wasn’t pretty.

Your visits with him had easily become the highlight of each week. He was such an easy person to be around, albeit a bit odd, but he was funny, sweet, considerate… and attractive in his own way.

A part of you wished that you had had this chance to get to know him before he hid himself away. Of course, you remembered seeing him around town, he always looked so shy, apprehensive, and adorable. Just picturing him brought a smile to your lips. You considered yourself very fortunate that at least you were given this opportunity now to be a better friend to Bruno.

After making sure no one was home, you made your way upstairs. You pulled the painting back to find Bruno waiting for you at the entrance.

His eyes lit up when he saw you and immediately he offered you a hand to help you in.

“You always look so surprised to see me,” you giggled, accepting his hand as he pulled you up.

Truth be told, each time he worried that you wouldn’t show, despite the fact that you were always on time and eager to see him. Being near you made him feel things he hadn’t felt in over a decade… he felt wanted, cared for, needed.

You followed behind him through the narrow passage, telling him about your week. He always listened intently as you spoke, nodding along and adding input when he could.

It was interesting how you and him had become relatively comfortable with one another. While Bruno always seemed a little high-strung, he did seem to enjoy having you around.

“I brought you something,” you smiled, handing him the small box as you reached his room.

“For me? Really?” He asked with wide eyes as he started to quickly open it.

“Of course! It’s not much and, well, it’s not very pretty, but it tastes good!” You explained taking a seat, only to look up to see him already stuffing his face.

“It’s perfect,” he muttered with his mouthful, and crumbs covering his chin, and even a little cream had managed to find its way on his nose. It warmed your heart watching him unabashedly enjoying the slice of cake, almost like a child, full of joy over something so simple.

“I’ll have to bring you more next week,” you laughed.

“Thank you,” He sat the small box down, there was still a little cake left for the rats. His face turned serious as your words sunk in.

“Antonio’s Ceremony is next week,” Bruno started, playing with the hem of his poncho, “the house will be very busy then, might be best if you don’t come to visit me.”

He’d hate himself if another ceremony went wrong, especially after Maribel’s. It was best if he remained in his room, at least until it was over.

“Oh,” You nodded, it made sense, but you already knew that you would miss him terribly, just like how only seeing him once a week wasn’t enough anymore. “I’ll miss you,” you admitted in a quiet tone.

He glanced at your face, making brief eye contact with you, he was amazed to find that the sentiment was genuine. He knew that he’d miss you, it seemed too much to hope that you would miss him as well. “W-we’ll miss you too,” he gestured to the rats and himself.

You sighed, noting that you would need to leave soon, “Bruno?”

“Hm,” he perked up, tilting his head as you knelt down before him in his chair.

“Y/n,” he furrowed his brow, his eyes darting around your face as you slowly leaned closer.

He inhaled sharply, his shoulders tensed, as you pressed your lips against his, they were so soft, warm, sweet.

Bruno was literally stunned, too stunned to react, but nothing you did went unnoticed. Your hand tenderly cupped his face and your nose gently brushed along his as you deepened the kiss. He couldn’t help but compare you to the delicate pastries you made, simple, sweet, perfect.

As you pulled back and saw the awestruck expression on his face that was all the encouragement you needed.

He gasped as you climbed onto his lap. He had no idea where this boldness came from, but he was literally putty in your hands.

Lifting yourself up a bit, you adjusted your skirts in order to straddle Bruno’s hips better. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you began to grind against him.

He leaned back further in his chair, his eyes half-lidded as he admired you move on top of him. He moaned, getting hard from the sensation of you rocking against him. His hands found their way to your hips, his thumb tracing over your lowering abdomen, as he instinctively started grinding with you.

You could feel Bruno’s stiff member through the fabric of his pants. He was surprisingly long and your core began to tingle, excited that this was finally happening.

Your fingers ran through his soft curls, gently scratching his scalp, as you kissed him again and again. Closing your eyes, you focused on the pleasure you were feeling, rocking your hips faster and harder.

Bruno writhed beneath you, biting his lip as he tried desperately to stay quiet.

Suddenly, he tensed, his hands squeezing your thighs as he came. You could feel the warmth of his cum spread through his pants and your undergarments.

“S-sorry,” he stammered immediately, a look of embarrassment crossing his face.

“Don’t be,” you smiled, pressing your forehead against his as you took one of his hands in yours and guided it to your chest. Gently he cupped your breast over your shirt, his thumb circling over your hardening nipple.

“You’re so incredible, querida,” Bruno murmured, kissing along your collarbone and exposed shoulder. His hand continued to knead your breast, his palm now pressing down more firmly on your tit.

You kissed the top of his head before pulling back and standing. Taking a deep breath, you quickly stripped in front of him starting with your shirt before you wiggled out of your skirts.

Bruno straightened up in his seat, his eyes roaming over your figure. His cock twitched at the sight.

Unceremoniously, he stood up and removed his clothes, tossing them on the floor. He fidgeted nervously, not having much experience with this kind of thing.

“I love you, Bruno,” you kissed the corner of his mouth and ran your hands over his bare chest before gently urging him back on the chair.

You moaned as you lowered yourself onto his cock. His hands gripped your waist as you started to ride him, you started out slow, bouncing on his cock, your tits jiggling as you moved up and down.

Your warm velvety walls felt amazing around his shaft. Unable to hold back, Bruno began thrusting into you. Heat began to pool in your belly, you picked up your pace you fucked him. Your nails dug into his shoulders as his cock plunged further into you.

“Bruno,” you gasped, your toes curling as your cunt clenched around him.

“Mi Reina Preciosa,” Bruno muttered, sloppily kissing you as you came. You practically went limp, falling against him, your head resting against the nape of his neck.

Bruno slid his hands from your waist to your ass, holding tightly as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He started losing control, feeling his second orgasm building, as he came, he held your hips down in place as he released his seed.

The two of you silently cuddled in his small bed, his hand tracing over your bare arm as you lay there simply enjoying his company.

“It should be okay to leave,” Bruno whispered, listening carefully. “Everyone is usually asleep by now.”

You nodded, straightening out your wrinkled clothes as best as you could, it wasn’t much of an improvement, you still looked a mess and your hair was still terribly disheveled. If anyone saw you like this it wouldn’t be hard for them to guess what you had just been doing all night… your face burned at the mere thought.

Bruno waited by the exit, skittishly moving side to side, he didn’t want to say goodbye yet, in fact, he wished he could stay with you.

“I’ll see you soon,” you murmured before peppering his face with light kisses. “I promise.”

He smiled at you, dreamily, leaning into your touch, “Goodnight mi amor.”

Cautiously you pushed the picture frame open and peeked out before climbing out of the wall. You tiptoed down the steps, you were so close to getting out, but froze once you reached the bottom. You could see candlelight and a figure moving from the doorway to the kitchen.

You gulped, unsure if you should try to make a run for it or hide.

Alma, unable to sleep, took to pacing around the house at night. Thoughts of the Encanto, Antonio’s ceremony, Maribel’s ceremony, Bruno kept her up at night. She worried constantly about everything going perfectly, the family simply couldn’t afford another drawback.

As she was rounding the corner, a loud clang caught her attention as several pots fell from the top shelf in the kitchen toppled to the floor. Furrowing her brows, she turned back to investigate.

Without missing a beat, Casita flung the front door open and motioned for you to come quickly. You hurried towards the exit, quickly pressing your hand on the doorframe before you left, “Thank you, Casita.”

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[onlybeeewrites]

Home again (Pt. 3 of Gone series)

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Also, I would love to write for more of the Madrigal family so make sure to send in some more different requests besides Bruno! Hope ya'll enjoyed this series, I loved it<3

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!reader

Warning: angsty but with a happy ending

Find Part 1 here and Part 2 here

Raising children was difficult. You knew this. But raising two children whose father was Bruno Madrigal, was much more difficult than you pictured. Of course, you imagined they were a mix of you both. But no. both Carina and Pedro were carbon copies of their father. So the look in their eyes, and their mischievous laughter as they got older. They were just like him.

And a part of you hated it. That you had two little reminders of him running around hurt a part of you. Now, it wasn't that you hated your children. You loved them more than anything in this world. There truly was nothing that you wouldn't do for them, to protect them. But you longed for your husband to be there, to see and raise them. It was a missing piece, that you were trying to fill, but nothing seemed to fit properly like he did.

As the years went on, the two little rascals grew up. The more time spent the more their personalities grew. The twins were best friends, truly attached at the hip. Pedro was just like his father, rather why at first. While Carina was incredibly outgoing. She was bold, adventurous, and fearless. You weren't sure where she had gotten that from at all.

But Pedro would get comfortable as long as his sister was there to coax him out of his shell. Around your family, they loved their cousins. Making noise and up to no good.

Years and years continued as you watched your babies grow. But inside the walls of Casita, so did Bruno.

He watched every day his two children grow more and more into themselves. Discovering who they were and their personalities. Bruno would agree that his son was just like him. But looking at the two of them, they were just like you.

Pedro was kind, considerate. Always wanted to make everyone smile and laugh. He would do small things. Like gift his Abuela little arts and crafts things he made or made little friendship bracelets with Mirabel. And he had your smile. Your beautiful smile. Bruno was glad that such a feature was passed down to his son.

And Carina. His sweet Carina. What a little spitfire she was. She was fierce and never shied once for telling anyone what she truly thought. It was just like you. She had your personality, even if you didn't see it, or recognized it. And she had your eyes. The same ones that shinned at him when he said some stupid joke.

And you. Oh, you. His wife. Who deserved so much better than what he was doing to you. He watched you juggle taking care of the twins, chores, cooking, laundry, cleaning, everything. And at the end of the day, once the kids were down, you would sit alone. Exhausted. He knew you were too stubborn to send the kids to your parents. And even with his family's help, you were exhausted. All the time.

He wanted to do nothing more than to climb out of the walls and give you the true break you deserve. Maybe one day he would be able to, but for now, he would just have to continue to mumble apologies on the other side of the wall.

Five years then passed.

It was the twin's birthday and you had been getting them ready for their gift ceremony. Alma was eager, but everyone was tense, including the townspeople. The last gift ceremony...didn't turn out so well. And Alma was eager to see if it was the end of the miracle or just some....mistake. But you told your kids, the moment they were born: Gifts do not define people.

You had told that to Bruno so many times, and even over the last few years, you've told that to Mirabel as well. You knew Alma put too much pressure on the need for a Gift, prioritizing it as well. It always put unnecessary pressure on the kids, so you always made sure that gift or no gift, it didn't change anything.

Carina rolled her eyes dramatically as she nodded, "I know, Mama! Are you almost done?" she was clearly eager. Her green dress fit her well, as you finished putting her curls up into a braid. Pedro had a green dress shirt on, and tan dress pants. To represent their father's side.

You chuckled as you nodded, "Yes, amor. Just finishing." you hummed before looking at them both, letting out a sigh. "You both look perfect. I am so proud of you," you say as you pull them both in for a kiss of the forehead.

"Mama? Do you think Papa is proud of us too?" Pedro asked in a more quiet voice than his sister's. And his question brought tears to your eyes as you nodded immediately.

"Si. I told you, your Papa is always proud of you. I know if he could be here tonight he would be in a heartbeat." you reassure, as you gently push his messy mop of curls out of his face. "So let's go make your papa proud hm?" you ask before leaving the room and going downstairs.

You stood on your own next to Alma, as your twins walked through the crowd. Past the townspeople, and passed your family up to their doors.

First, Pedro went first. Placing his hands on the candle, glancing at you nervously. Only after a reassuring nod from you, he turn to his door placing his hand on the doorknob. It took a moment, before the door glowed with his name, along with showing his gift. Alma let out a small breath of relief, along with a bright proud smile.

On the door, of course, it was him but also what looked like a happy and sad face. Pedro looked at the door confused before looking at you, seeing the tears in your eyes. "Oh, no...Mama don't cry!" he said as he reached and held your hand. Almost instantly you felt a rush of happiness run through you. He could manipulate emotions.

"Sorry, baby. I'm just so excited," she said, as everyone watched in awe at his new gift.

Then it was Carina's turn. After the same speech, she placed her hands on the candle before touching her doorknob, right next to her brother's room. Soon, her name and image showed up along with her hands up, almost like Bruno's. But there were flames coming out of her hands.

She raised an eyebrow before holding out her palm, her eyes widening as a small controlled flame came from it. Oh boy, that will be fun when she has tantrums. You thought to yourself.

Alma smiled proudly, "We have our new gifts!" she announced as everyone cheered. You knelt down and held both children in your arms. "I love you both so much,"

Bruno could hear it all happening. The cheer for his kids. He should be there. He should be there...

Another five years passed, and Casita had crumbled to the ground. The last effort got everyone out. You held your now ten-year-olds in your arms, checking them over and over to make sure that they were alright.

"We're okay, Mama," Pedro said, placing a hand on you to try and calm you down but he couldn't. Their gifts were gone. "I know." you said with a sigh before looking up, "Mirabel's missing?" you had asked Julieta, "Come Mijo, Mija, let's look for your Prima," you instruct before you all rush to find the missing Madrigal.

Little did you know that she had been found, along with your husband. And as they returned, he was truly the last thing you had expected to see. Bruno finally met your eyes after ten, very long years.

Neither of you knew what to say, but you just ran to him sobbing. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as you cried in his chest. You had tried to convince yourself he was alive. But after so many years you had thought he was gone. So to have him alive, in your arms, actually here...it was almost too much for you to take.

Bruno sighed as he finally had you in his arms again. He held you tightly as he kissed your head, rubbing your back softly. "I know...I know, amor. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will explain everything. I will make it up to you and the kids. Mirabel told me...I promise. I love you," he reassured in a nervous ramble as you sniffled and nodded in his chest.

Pulling back slightly, you wiped your eyes as you cupped his face. "You have so much time to make up. Especially for our kids. If you left, I know it was for a good reason. Just don't ever leave me again okay?" You believed him. You trusted him. You always had, and even after all these years that never faltered. You were too good.

Bruno smiled and nodded, "Pinky promise."

"Mama?" Carina asked as she and Pedro slowly approached the two of you. Bruno suddenly got incredibly nervous. What his they didn't like him? Hated him for being gone?

You just smiled and pulled away. "Niños, this is your father. Bruno. He finally made his way home," you said in a slightly teasing tone. But your kids saw the look in your eye before looking to their father. Carina and Pedro shared a look before the two raced over to hug him tightly.

"Mama said you would come back. We knew it," Carina said as the two hugged him. Bruno stood there awkwardly before he embraced his children for the first time. He never wanted to let go. You did such a good job raising them so far, but now you wouldn't have to do it on your own.

"I promise. I am never going anywhere again," he reassured before Pedro pulled back, "Papa, what's moving in your shirt?" he asked in confusion before the little rat popped out of his poncho, causing the kids to look at the little creature in awe.

"Oh, this is uh, Hernando."

"Cool!"

You laughed and shook your head as your kids marveled at the rat your husband had. They were his kids alright. And seeing them all together filled that void in you. That spot that left that night with Bruno. Your heart swelled seeing your family finally together. It may have taken a while to get there, but Bruno was finally home again. And you could not be more grateful.

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It’s Unfair [p2]

Young Bruno Madrigal

-> female pronouns//reader insert//fluff//third person pov//time skips//Romance

*Part two*

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She finished her chores that took up a lot of the day. By dinner, Bruno hadn’t been found and she was a total wreck. Others started to notice it too, Pepa and Julieta, who the latter had been extremely kind to her, even brought up her bundled nerves.

She made a B-line to the pond, the whole time while in the forest, desperately calling out his name in hopes of a response. This can’t be it for her. By a miracle she spotted him curled up near the pond, staring deep into it. “Bruno!” She happily exclaimed.

He jumped and shriveled up, turning his back. “What? You here to push me in again?”

She came up to him, hand extended even if his back was to her. She couldn’t believe he was still around. She guessed he really wasn’t lying when he said that magic didn’t work that way. “No, no, no. I’m here to take you back. Your mother is worried sick and there are people searching for you.”

“And w-why should I trust you? Do you have any more traps along the way?”

She sourly glared and put a hand on her hip, pointing toward him. “Why would I-!” She started, then registered her tone. A uneasy feeling sits in her stomach as she looked upon his form. Shivering and scared. The girl cooled off and bent down, the sound of thunder crackling in the sky as droplets of rain begin to poor down with hardly any build up or steady progression. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry for what happened.” She placed a hand on his shoulder that he immediately shrugged off. She began to shiver, her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her form. She moved on. “Can you just follow me back?” He didn’t respond but the raining picked up. “Your family is worried. I mean... if it wasn’t obvious.” She waved her hand around. He at the least perked at the mentioning of his family. “Everyone is worried and looking for you. I promise, no pranks or jokes.”

He didn’t move at first. She grew worried, not knowing what else she could say. Though, to her relief, he eventfully faced her then fully stood up. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“Thank Jesus.” She muttered under her breath, then took the lead. Half way there, ripping through the deafening silence and wanting to get her mind focused on anything but the claws of guilt wrapped around her heart, she spoke.

“What were you doing out here?”

He didn’t respond.

“Uh… my name is [Y/n]… if you didn’t know.”

“Okay.” He shortly said.

“…nice weather, isn’t it?��

He didn’t respond, but she heard him lightly huff. Not much of a laugh, but she’ll take it. After their appearance was announced, the showers ceased almost immediately and it was like it never stormed. People expressed their relief and she was given praise and thanks for finding him from the moment she got back; only two souls knew that they were undeserved. he and Bruno knew she didn’t deserve. And yet, he didn’t correct them, shift blame or accuse. 

She hadn’t known what to feel about it. Did he want something in exchange? No doubt he did it just to help. She had hardly been nice to him. Though, she planned to do her best to make up for that. She wasn’t relieved from her job as señora’s helper and she was glad. For the past couple of months, she always made room for any assistance Bruno needed after her chores had been done for the day. She added to her every other day routine treaking going to his room, knocking on his door, and asking if he wanted anything. She also made sure to ask whenever she saw him, which was maybe once or twice. He still hasn’t responded nor taken to her assistance, but she hasn’t given up.

Today, she knocked again and asked once more. “Do you need anything? At all.”

Her eyes widened as she stepped back, sweeping in a sharp inhale. The door actually opened and what waited for her was a confused and mildly bewildered Bruno. “I-I, what are you even... I, uhm, n-no.”

She slumped as he moved around her. “Ah. Well at least you responded today.”

He stopped and looked back. “Hmm? W-What do you mean? I’ve always said no.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, in person, but what about all those times I knocked and you didn’t say anything?”

“All those times? This is the first.”

“No, I’ve been knocking ever since the day after you got back.”

“Seriously? Gesh, I don’t hear a thing outside my door unless I’m right at it. If someone wants me, they have to come in.” He gripped his arm and looked back at her. “Have you really been doing that this whole time? You didn’t quit at some point?”

“I have no reason to lie to you.” Her eyes narrowed. “But how big can your room be if you couldn’t hear me? You can just say you’re angry.”

“So you think I’m lying now?” He tittered. “Have you seen any of our rooms?”

She shook her head. While Julieta had been nice, and even nicer after ‘finding’ Bruno, she was never given the invitation, and she frankly didn’t want it. And Pepa? The air still got colder every time they were in a room together. Literally. “I don’t think they’d want me in there.”

He shrugged. “For good reason.”

She slumped but agreed. That’s fair. “Where are you going?” 

“No where special, I guess. Just a walk.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to there to hold your hand so you don’t get lost again,” she teased, ignoring the part of her brain that happily went to imagining their hands together as they strolled in the moonlight. She gulped. He only gave her a blank stare and she slapped her face, “sorry, sorry… let me rephrase. Do you want company?”

“No.” He flatly said. “I-I’m okay.” He followed in a softer tone then left her there.

She was left wallowing in her pity. She groaned and her face fell into her hands. “I’m such a cabrón.”

Some days later she luckily ran into Bruno again as she was cleaning, catching him as he was leaving the home. She called out and stopped him. “Bruno, I’m sorry. For other day. I want to make it up to you. For everything.”

“…I don’t entirely trust you.”

“Then why not just tell others the tr-hmh!”

“Keep down. Sorry.” He lowered the hand he quickly covered her mouth with and stepped back. “I just... I can’t. I wanted to, trust me. I just can’t bring myself to. I keep thinking about how they would treat you and I won’t be the driving reason that they do.”

“Ah... then-”

“If you’re only helping as thanks, please don’t bother. I’m not doing it for you. It’s my own flaw.”

“I don’t think caring about others is a flaw. We’d be in a better situation if I were any good at that.” She admitted with a gentle bite of her lip. Bruno’s shyer and reserved expression lessened. “But for now, just let me help you. Hopefully if I’m around you long enough you’ll rub off on me.”

A small rosy tint rose to his soft face, unable to hold a moment of eye contact. “I... Don’t you need to finish? What will my mother say?”

“I’ll take whatever she says and clean twice as hard when I come back.”

“Listen, just finish your work.” He turned his back and she reached out to grip his green rauna.

“Please. If you need me, just ask.”

He gave her a pitying look as her eyes begged at him to at least agree. He looked to consider something for a bit before giving in and gently smiling. “Okay. Fine. You really don’t quit. If you want to do me a favor, find me a new book. A romantic drama novella, if you can.”

She lit up and clasped her hands together. Her mother had plenty of those. “I can do that!”

“Thanks.”

Just two days later she was at his door after a busy day. She raked her knuckles against the door, halting midway in remembrance of Bruno’s words. So, instead, she left it in front, and went home.

The following day, Bruno was the one to greet her in the morning as she let herself in ready to get to work, a smile on his face, and a book in his hand. “Have you read this?”

She stumbled on her words that got caught. His smile was so cute. “I, uh… yes?” Why did she lie? “D-Do you like it?”

“Ah, it’s fantastic! I’m so glad, I needed someone to talk to about it! I finished it and at first I wasn’t into the pairings until suddenly she started acting weird towards him and who wouldn’t have guessed it was her evil twin that replaced her! Then their mother had faked her death and…” he went on and on and she sat there and listened. He sounded so passionate and more fuller than life than she has ever seen him as he ranted. She hung onto his every word, shifting her focus between his talking and his rapidly changing face. Happy, excited, anger, surprised, happy, anger—

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”

She snapped back. “Sorry, huh?”

“I uh…” he began to dim, much to her dismay. “I’m talking too much, aren’t I? So-.”

“No, no, keep talking. I do enough of running my mouth as is.”

He still didn’t look convinced. “You looked distracted. Ah, you need to get to your routine. I’m bothering you, I’m sure you already know it all-“

“Please, no. You aren’t. And I… okay I’m sorry, I really haven’t read it, and I know I know, I just I didn’t want you to be disappointed. You just looked so happy. Bruno, I can listen to you all day.” Oh, had that left her mouth?

At first his embarrassment seemed to worsen, but then he looked surprised and flattered. “I can talk about it more… after you’re done.”

“Good. I’ll finish quickly.”

Later on they rejoined and he talked and talked like before; about the newest book, and after done with that, the others he apparntly had stuffed in the shelves stationed in his room. Her heart was wonky. It was so adorable seeing him happy. She preferred this than his shivering from before. She brought him more and more books and they would sit in the living room, outside, or wherever else to chat. He became more comfortable with her and one day had invited her to his room. Huge was an understatement. This room shouldn’t even exist—nothing on the outside looked like it could be holding such a tower.

The stairs, oh the stairs. She panted as she reached the top. Bruno laughed at her, but went her speed. She was too tired and felt that some of her deserved his mocking to retort.

“Bruno, you should have seen my mothers face when she realized it was me that used up all her clay.” The girl laughed as they sat at the very top, laying in his hammock. She laid on one side and him across, their feet’s next to their heads. It was late, she didn’t know how late, but she didn’t care. “Worst part about it is that when I tried showing off my creation, I stupidly tried to carry it over to her and then I dropped it! Oh, she reminded me of a bull!”

“I’d be angry too. Did she have commissions?”

“Of course, as always. I am not as good as her yet, but I want to get better and soon start some of my own.”

“When you do, I want to be the first one.” He shuffled a bit in the hammock they shared. “I already know what I want.”

“I’ll do it for free.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Of course. I would do it for anybody else that had a room like yours.”

They shared a laugh as his foot nudged her head. “Eww, get your stinky feet away from me.”

“I know you love it... you helped the others too, though, didn’t you? With their own homes and shops?”

“Mmhm. I do it on my off days. I couldn’t just watch them work all day without at least offering to help and it soon became part of me.”

“I wish I was like you in that way.” He became slightly dreary. “I help but not in a way I would like.”

Her feet tapped the side of his head. “You do your best.”

“Thank you. Can you keep a secret?” 

Her brow quirked. “Are you trying to be funny?”

“Not at all.” He shifted so that he was next to her. Her body warmed up. He lifted her so that he was beneath her shoulder. “I’m going to tell you a story.”

“Another book? I feel like I heard them all?”

The vibrating from his sweet laugh made her heart spike. “No, this is of my own. Do you want to listen?”

“Always.”

After it, she gently clapped. “Wonderful. You’re such a great story teller. Does that help you with telling visions?”

“I wish. People still tend to get upset… I’m not as good as delivering stories to strangers. I get nervous. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me for one.”

“I still feel funny about magic.”

“Still?”

“I don’t know… yeah. I still think it’s unfair.”

“Hmm. You know, what is really unfair is how you still haven’t told the truth.”

“Bruno…”

“They deserve to know.”

“I can’t. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“It’s never too long to tell the truth. Sometimes I wonder if you’re here because you like me or because you’re guilty.”

That struck her. Shit. Why had it? 

She left feeling conflicted and was like that for the next three years. Bruno and her relationship stayed stagnant but her feelings grew stronger. It became less and yet more clear why she was around; as her feelings grew more and more, so did the guilt.

And one day, she couldn’t take it. She told Alma. The disappointment rippled, especially once she told her to leave. From there, others heard—whether Pepa or Julieta , hell, Bruno, were the ones to say something she didn’t know. But she was prepared for the years waiting consequences.

Her parents? The shame they radiated was painful. Each time they spoke, or looked at her, it was like a spear ripped through her chest. She hadn’t went to see Bruno since that day. She had hardly left her home. She stayed in her room to clear her head for some time. Though hard, she was able to sort through her inner self and reflect.

She, in the night, went to go clear her head at the pond, where it all started. Maybe for some kind of closure—

“Boo.”

She jumped and gasped at the startling sound.

“Did that really scare you?” They teased.

She turned around and saw Bruno. He was so much more grown since they were 15. His hair was longer, at his shoulders, and a small moustache was beginning to form. Still lanky, not much taller, and his face still while soft, was more defined and mature.

“You don’t have to be here.” She said.

“I want to be. I miss you.” He sat down next to her. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t… really…”

“More lies?”

“Fine, fine… I was… too ashamed to see you. I can’t show my face to my parents, even less to the others. I miss helping them with their homes, I miss helping your mother around the house. I miss seeing you… but I can’t.”

He gave her a soft, sympathetic look her. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“I needed to. Though it’s hard to show myself… it is of my own doing after lying for years. I feel better. It made things clear. It was worth it… and also, Bruno, I never did properly apologize.”

“But you-“

“Just let me say this. I’m sorry for pushing you, for teasing you, for leaving you here alone. I can only now imagine what it would have been like and for that I hope you can forgive me.”

He stood up. She looked over at his offered hand and took it. He lifted her up and let go. “What you did as cruel. I couldn’t swim, thankfully it wasn’t deep. I felt embarrassed, I felt alone.” He started, letting out some resentment. But then he sighed. “But I have been given the time to forgive you, they have not. I can give you a vision to see when-“

She shook her head. “No. I’ll live through the present. I know it’ll take time if they do decide to forgive. I’ll just have to work hard to prove I’ve changed. I was just jealous that it seemed easy for you all and in reality, it isn’t all that different. You went and go through pain like us and use your gifts to try your best to help. Thank you.”

“You don’t-“

She lifted a finger. “There is more. Bruno, you are a wonderful person. I cherish our friendship and now I know for sure that while at first I reached out because of guilt… I stayed because of you.”

She lifted her palm to place on his shoulder, only to hesitate and retract it. Bruno, faster than she had ever seen him move, reached out and grabbed before it lowered, leaving their palms connected in the air. It was a tight squeeze before the grip softened. He looked to the side and chuckled, obviously as unsure as her on what to do next. She had an idea, a really tempting one, but waited for him. He deserved to lead wherever he wanted to take them.

He eventually brought their hands down a bit as his eyes lingered on her face, then slowly, he guided her towards him as he brought his other hand around her back for a gentle, but secure, and comforting hug. The girl sighed with content as she leaned into it and wrapped her hands around his back, resting her head on his shoulder. He was warm, incredibly warm.

“Thank you. I just… I feel like I am not worth being hated.” He mumbled.

“It isn’t just that, you know. I had to, no matter who it was.” She turned her head so it wasn’t facing his ear. “But you’re worth more than anything to me. I don’t deserve your kind looks and encouraging words. Your blessed forgiveness. To be so close as I am right. You are such a better human being than me.” She, after so much time of bottling in her affection, couldn’t muster up the will to hold back any more of her feelings.

“Oh, don’t say that, please. You are different now. Your laugh is pure, your true smile holds enough light that angels are jealous of it. Your growth over time is beautiful and I’m glad to have been apart of the journey. You are a magical flame I don’t ever want to go out.”

She shuddered. His words made her flutter, she felt like if she wasn’t being help onto, she would fly away. She could return the gesture, but instead she pulled away and smirked. “Well now I feel bad, I was kidding before with the unworthiness. That’s what you sound like, y’know. Feel free to keep giving me compliments though.”

A blush rose upon his face as he playfully scowled and nudged her back with his shoulder. “You’re so mean. Such a tease.” She giggled. “I’ll work on it.”

He shook his head before going still with his gaze steady on her. She didn’t dare tear her eyes away as he got closer to her, in whatever burst of confidence he mustered up. His breath tickled her lips as they hovered just over hers. His beautiful hazel eyes flicker between them and her waiting look. He then spoke, softly, “are you okay with this?”

“Y-yes. You?”

“Of course.” He candidly said, taking her by surprise. This was certainly different than what she was used to, but it wasn’t bad. Not at all. Albeit, she began to grow impatient as he still didn’t move. Maybe he wanted her to?

“Are you going to move?”

“O-oh.” She began to lean in, so close to getting what she wanted. He pulled back last second, ripping her of the contact. Her eyebrow quirked. He held a confused look mixed with a dorky smile. “What’re you doing? I meant are you okay with moving out of the way. I wanted that flower over there.”

She stepped back with a heated face as she crossed her arms, watching as he went behind her to pluck the beautiful plant a few steps away. “That is not what you meant and you know it! And you call me mean!”

Swiftly, a small peck was placed on her face before her hand was grabbed, and a flower was placed in her hair. “Sorry, cariño. I needed payback of my own.”

She crossed her arms, but couldn’t contain her gleeful smile. “Fair enough.”

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[danddymaro]

Loving Pet | Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

Someone Pet play

Sub reader

SFW

Nothing crazy

Word Count: 380

Loving Pet

Steadily, she moved towards him, each executed step of her kittenish crawl filled with excitement as she went to greet her darling.

It wasn't long before she reached him, and needily, her arms encircled around his left leg before her cheek pressed against the expensive material of his suit's pants.

Slowly, her (e/c) colored eyes fluttered close as she inhaled the intoxicating scent that always clung to the beautiful man, and she breathed it in with even more appreciation she did oxygen.

"  Sweet Bella," Bruno murmured with sincere affection as he gazed down at the clinging woman, adoring the desperation she clung to him with.  

His left hand then came down to palm over (h/c) colored hair, brushing it down sweetly with a gaze that glowed with tenderness,

"My sweet Bella," he said again  as he came down, bent down to bring his face close to hers.

Nose to nose, he pulled up a gentle smile that was terribly sweet,

"Have you missed me?" he murmured with a light touch of tease, already knowing the answer, but having the permanent urge to ask, just to receive an answer that came from a loving glance to actual words of praise.

As he bent down his hand traveled, gently caressing her head with a kind palm that landed right behind her cranium.

“Yes...” she breathed as slowly, her eyes fluttered close, “yes sir...” she airily added.

Humming, he then  held her in place before he gave her a sweet kiss to the temple as a little greeting.

The hand then traveled down his fingers lightly trailing over her (s/c) colored flesh before they landed at the soft edge of her neckband,

"Good girl," he praised her while playfully, his index hooked into the collar she wore,  tugging at it as he watched her lovely eyes sparkle.

" Who's my good girl?" He teased her, eyeing the collar on her neck lovingly as he then lead his hand over the matching leash that hooked it.  

Her eyes were large as she gazed up at him, (e/c) colored eyes full of adoration and awe that he knew had no other owner.

He was her love.

Her truth.

Her world, and her entire life.

And she was his, down to the very last breath.

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[sims2bellaswan]

pas de deux XI [Bruno Bucciaratti x reader|Risotto Nero x reader]

[SFW]

AO3 VERSION

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You’ve worked your whole life to earn a place in the Rome ballet company, yet everyone seems to work against you.

Between the stress of working to match the other dancers to unforeseen romantic issues, problems just seem to pile up.

You woke up at one, sneaking out soon after.

You got home with a headache, your phone shoved into the waistband of your clothing. You tried not to think about it while you showered.

When you got out, wiping the mirror with your towel before drying off, you had decided it didn’t matter. Bruno had been your good friend for a number of years now, one drunken night wouldn’t change that. It certainly wouldn’t add any unnecessary tension.

While you got dressed, you reasoned that he must've seen you naked before. This can’t be the first time; you two have done recitals and performances together.

As you locked your door, you sighed. This would be much harder than previously expected. The thoughts on last night dwelled; faded memories made your fears concrete.

Walking to your morning practice was an exhaustive process. You passed other early risers, dancers chatted about their nights or whatever gossip they’ve caught since the last they saw each other. You made a brief pit stop at the vending machines, a small outlet of the halls with seating areas. Here, you waited for your class to start, fully aware that Bruno was an early riser as well.

Trish, hardly an early bird, was on a mission. Auditions are at the end of August. She was determined to learn the names on the list for La Sylphide.

Closing the door behind her, the practice room was quiet, dusted in morning light. “Good morning, Signore Nero.” She stays at the threshold, hands placed perfectly at her waist.

At the other end of the room, he sat while he tied his shoes for class. “Signorina Una.” Risotto states and she can’t detect any disdain in his voice. Pleased, that meant he wasn’t in any more trouble with that irksome dancer. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her left hand moved to play with the hair that fell out of her bun. “You know perfectly well.” She scoffs out. “La Sylphide auditions are soon, no?” Trish knew she was a shoe-in for lead, of course. “I want to know who I’ll have to work with.”

He stands to his full height. “You seem sure you’ll get La Sylphide.” There, she notes the malicious teasing in his voice. Her confidence in job security is cracked, but not broken. She stands straighter than ever.

“I am sure.” Trish’s tone grew, laced with frustration. “Am I not your best student?”

He massaged his temples. “You’ll have to find that out at auditions, won’t you?” Risotto, like Trish, grew frustrated. He shouldn’t have to deal with frustrated dancers this early in the morning.

And, with that, Trish groaned, leaving the room. The door slammed behind her.

You checked your phone endlessly, waiting for seconds to pass at this point. At 6:55, you found yourself bored of waiting.

The room was rigid, Risotto muttered and mumbled into his phone. As you sat, setting your bag aside, you watched him end his call and sigh. You wanted no part of the drama today, not with the situation you’ll have to deal with later.

“Good morning.” He broke the tense silence first. Hesitating, he took a moment to restring his thoughts. “You and I will meet earlier tonight.” He started. “We’ll begin the audition material.”

As greatly as you wanted to protest, he clearly wasn’t in the mood to argue. “What time should I show up?” You slip off your sneakers, no stubborn laces today.

He thought for a moment. “6:30 should be fine.”

You nod, returning promptly to putting your slippers on.

You avoided Bruno through your first session together, which worked well, considering he came in later than usual. Stretches were silent between you two and when paired off you hardly looked at him. No one else in the class would talk to you, for one reason or another, so your self-isolation began to hurt.

But, as Risotto finished up with his instruction and the dancers left to find lunch, you stayed behind for a moment.

You waited at the door for Bruno. There’s no reason to bring last night up. You’re still friends, after all. “Do you want to get lunch together today?” You began, as he finished putting his civilian shoes back on.

“Of course,” Bruno smiled. You thanked god. Still friends.

The stretching and practicing continued without a hitch. You found it relatively easy to focus, now that you no longer had to worry about Bruno or Risotto.

Lunch was found at a cafe nearby, cappuccinos and small plates of pastries. Quietly, you traced the cup with your finger. His eyes hadn’t met yours yet. A minute passed, then another, and you tapped your phone for the time.

His eyes followed your hands. “What time did you leave last night?”

Your heart dropped at the question. You knew that it would be brought up, something like that doesn’t just get forgotten. Though, you thought you'd have a little more time to prepare. “Around one, I think.” Your volume was kept low, your tone to-the-point. If you made it seem like it was nothing, maybe he’d agree.

“I see,” His thought trailed off. There were several more seconds of silence, moments where the birds sang, cars sped past, and the world still turned. But, time stopped between the two of you. Within the bubble of your table, there was no wind, no birds, no external conversations, no notifications or alarms telling you to get back soon, nothing but this exact conversation in this exact moment. “I wish you had stayed longer.”

You let out a laugh that was mostly involuntary. “And, done what?” You asked, nearly weary with the topic. “If I had stayed, we would’ve had a much more awkward conversation.” You dared not think of the hypothetical, for fear of thinking it was the better option.

However, clearly, Bruno thought it was. “I don’t think it would’ve been as bad as you think.”

“I’m sure.” You pressed your lips together tightly. Your hands fell to the table before you, instinctively playing with the polyester tablecloth. He tried to make eye contact, any connection, but you narrowly avoided it. “Well, I think if I had stayed,” you swallowed. “It would’ve ruined the friendship we have now.”

He seemed hurt and you couldn't discern why, until he asked, “So, you would have rejected the advance?”

Well. Would you? You hadn’t actually thought about how you felt. You just knew that it would be awkward afterwards, for some reason. “I,” you began, drawing the syllable out. “Don’t know what I would’ve done, Bruno.” Your voice had become tense, your eyes focused on the plant in the corner.

He’s silent. For a while. And, so are you. You simply have nothing else to say. Racking your brain for something, anything, you wondered if this was actually it for your relationship with him. Years of trust thrown away because of a drunk lay. Fantastic.

“But, I don’t want this to be the end of our friendship,” You finally blurted out. “I still want to be able to see you and have lunch with you. I want us to be okay.”

It took him a moment to compose himself. Watching his slight frown turn into a slight smile was a detail only you could take notice of. You didn’t outwardly react, but you wished you had, in the back of your mind. “Alright.” He starts, already sounding better than five minutes ago. “Then, we can forget about all of this. It never happened.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m glad we can be adults about this.” Smiling, you sipped the drink that had gone forgotten, finally checking your phone. “Oh god,” you sighed out.

“What is it?”

Your hand went to your forehead, rubbing gently to alleviate the sudden stress. “We’re going to be late.”

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[gio-is-writing]

Hey, I'm feeling a bit down so I hope you don't mind me being a sad clown. Can you write something about Platonic Bruno being supportive and comforting over the new youngest fem member of the gang who's really timid and has no self esteem or self worth? My mom neglects me a lot and my brother despises me for some reason. I don't have any friends either because of my silence and quarantine. I just want someone to tell me that they care about me and truly love me. Even if it's just fiction.

REQUEST: Hey, I'm feeling a bit down so I hope you don't mind me being a sad clown. Can you write something about Platonic Bruno being supportive and comforting over the new youngest fem member of the gang who's really timid and has no self esteem or self worth? My mom neglects me a lot and my brother despises me for some reason. I don't have any friends either because of my silence and quarantine. I just want someone to tell me that they care about me and truly love me. Even if it's just fiction.

If you ever need someone to talk to my DM’s are always open and it applies to everyone, I care about you!! I hope you enjoy it!

Paring: Platonic! Bruno Bucciarati x Female! Reader

Warnings: Bruno being the best capo

WORTHY

Accepting a new member was always tricky, to join a established group of people without really knowing them. (Y/N) joined the gang almost two months ago, a girl Bruno met walking along the streets of the city. When he discovered her stand and her ability he decided to adopt her into his group in hopes of also providing a home and company.

Introductions were simple but went well in comparison to Giorno’s. (Y/N) mostly kept to herself, sitting in silence while the rest were usually obnoxiously loud, watching quietly and blending into the background.

Bruno took notice of the little things, how she would only talk to him even if just the minimum. How she prefered to stay in her room while the rest were elsewhere in the house. And it was his duty as the head of the gang to make sure everyone felt comfortable and in the best conditions.

The capo walked down a couple of steps when he noticed (Y/N) seated halfway down the stairs. The screaming of Narancia in the kitchen and Fugo following right after in the background. She had her knees up to her chest, hugging them with a slight frown in her features oblivious to Bruno’s presence.

“What are we thinking?”

(Y/N)’s eyes almost popped out of her face when Bruno spoke up, sitting in the step beside her. He held a soft smile while looking at her and she shied away, hugging her knees a little tighter.

“Nothing much” she whispered back

“How was yesterday’s mission?”

Bruno had sent (Y/N) along with Giorno to retrieve some protection money from business around the city. He knew Giorno wasn’t as brute or pushing as the rest so he deemed him the best choice to accompany her.

“I barely did anything” she looked at her hands “Giorno...”

“Giorno said you were amazing” he interrupted

“He... what?”

“He said you were really good and everyone seemed to like you” Bruno smiled proudly

She stared in disbelief, all she did was be polite and do as Bruno asked. Giorno and (Y/N) had small talk but she knew that he was of quiet nature as well so the interaction was minimal.

“You are much more than what you think (Y/N), your stand is strong but it takes time and patience for it to be completely yours. You are young anyway.��

“It’s okay to have your doubts, we all do” he said looking down at his shoes before turning to her “But never belittle youself. You are here for a reason, I saw something within you and I have never been mistaken of the people I’ve recruited.”

“I barely talk to them, how could I fit in?”

“They were once like you are now, they all know the feeling of being the black sheep but that never stopped them so, don’t let that stop you.”

“I...”

“You have great potential (Y/N), I trust you do and I’ll make sure you see it too”

Bruno held her hand with a soft look in his eyes, (Y/N) felt the warmth of his hands and felt at ease. She had never experienced this kind of parental love like the one Bucciarati was providing her with and it was a little overwhelming at first but she couldn’t deny the relief and reassurance she felt in her heart when listening to his encouraging words towards her. She opened her mouth to speak but another voice was heard.

“Ah, there you are!” the pink haired teenager walked out of one of the door frames.

“Trish?”

“(Y/N) we are baking a cake!” Narancia yelled from the dining table with flour all over his black hair

“Please, I need someone with brains in the kitchen” Trish pleaded reaching for (Y/N)’s hands.

(Y/N) looked back at her capo with wide eyes and pink cheeks. They wanted her to join them and she didn’t know how to respond at first. Bruno chuckled placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Go on then”

The younger girl looked back at Trish and slowly nodded her head. The pink haired sighed in relief and smiled widely while standing up without letting go of her hand. Before she was dragged into the mess she turned back and gave Bruno a small smile.

“Thank you Bucciarati”

“Anytime (Y/N).”

And in minutes (Y/N) was a giggling mess along with the rest while Bruno and Abbacchio looked over them from the next room.

“So you finally got her out” Abbacchio commented sipping on a glass of wine

“She just needed a little reassurance” Bruno smiled “we all do at some point”

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