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redraw of mama Bruno✨💖
Drawing with my fingers in a small screen is getting pretty annoying 💀💀💀
Made some moodboards! Pt.1
Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺
Ask: Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺
Author's Note: ILYT 🥺💖 also i'm a sucker for my faves as dads 😔
Dad!Bruno HCs
He reads so many parenting books.
I'd like to think that he'd also try to pick up some more books on psychology too (not only does it help out with his kid but with the mafia too)
Bruno helps out plenty with raising your kid.
He feeds them, plays with them, and even changes their diapers with no complaints!
The only reason he was able to help out this much was because he requested a leave of absence from Giorno.
Bruno would be the type of dad who'd let their kid be injured first and then tell them why they were harmed and how to prevent it later on.
He really doesn't want to keep his kids in a bubble, and tries to let them socialize with other children at the park.
Oh yeah, the gang is kind of like their uncles and aunt (Trish). Bruno doesn't allow them to spoil his kid though.
As hypocritical as this may be though, he tends to spoil his kid A LOT.
They get the best bottles, teething toys, stuffed animals, you name it.
He always hoped to have his own family, and he's super grateful to be experiencing this.
Dad!Risotto HCs
Unfortunately, La Squadra's broke, so I don't believe that he'd be able to spend as much time with his kid.
Of course Risotto loves his kid! Don't get me wrong, he would spend more time if given the opportunity.
He's just broke </3
He would always spend any time off with his kid, but since he probably had no preparation or experience, he wouldn't know what to do if his kid started crying suddenly.
"Uh, (Y/N)! (Kid's name) is crying again!"
Please help him, he doesn't know about this.
He doesn't want anyone from La Squadra to interact with his kid, but eventually it happens.
"Oh my god! Big, bad Risotto had this adorable thing!"
"Shut up, Formaggio"
Like Bruno, he would spoil his kid, or try to at least.
I think he'd make Formaggio shrink some baby toys and just take them lmao
Risotto's a good dad. He's just broke, confused, and busy.
May I request HCs on Bruno x f!reader? Them going on an amusement park date? ✨
Bruno X Reader on an Amusement Park Date
Bruno is a romantic babe, I <3 him.
He’d definitely start off with some of the heavily greasy food sold in the area.
After that, he’d walk around with you.
He’d buy roses off the wandering vendors and definitely take you to the games.
He’d win you the best prize possible.
That happens to be a very big teddy bear with a tiny head.
Y’know that one.
Anyway, he’d be the voice of reason if you want to win yourself a goldfish.
“Dolcezza, you know it’s probably gonna die the next day. We haven’t even properly prepared a tank!”
And of course, the ferris wheel was saved for last.
The two of you would go on it while the sky was dark and all of the park was illuminated.
He’d obviously go in for a kiss while your cart is stopped at the top.
I mean, is there a better moment to do so?
Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?
Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati
Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!
The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.
Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.
"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."
"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."
You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."
"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.
Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.
You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.
"I love you, Bruno."
"I love you too, amore."
I'm back with another random edit!
I don't even know why I keep posting edits on tumblr where no one cares about them AHAHAHA
MY LOVE FOR HER JUST INCREASED TEN FOLD PLS MARRY ME MEGAN 😭😭
megan thee stallion wearing a bruno bucciarati inspired dress the the crunchyroll anime awards
I- got a new tablet and decided to test it out.. By making some cursed images uwu
This is what I referenced it from BTW ↓
THIS WAS SO SWEET BRB CRYING
Second Chance
Valentine’s Event: Day 6
Prompt: Bruno + Runaway
Ao3 Link
Author’s Note: Is this based off of that one episode of How I Met Your Mother? Yes, yes it is. Again, this has a Gender Neutral reader, but the reader is in a wedding dress and has a male partner. One day left, please enjoy!
Out of all the things Bruno expected to see on his doorstep today, it certainly wasn’t you. There you stood, clad in a white wedding dress, just as radiant since the last time he saw you, if not more so.
His eyes looked over your form in shock as he stood at his door, all greetings disappearing as his mind just tried to parse why you would be here. Why you would be here like that?
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hi!! how are you? I was wondering if you could do some dating headcanons with fugo? thanks!¡!¡!¡
OMG MY FIRST ANON!! HI!! tysm for requesting <3
i haven’t dug into his characterization, but i think i have a firm understanding. i love him sm.
gn! reader. enjoy :))
TW: trauma, hinted sexual assault, mention of anger (pls tell me if i missed any)
dating fugo panacotta headcanons
i’m actually so excited to write for fugo BDJAJDIWKKD
with how he grew up, i don’t think fugo would pay much mind to his feelings until someone pointed it out; like bruno or nara.
nara: “oooh fugooo are you making goo goo eyes at y/nnnn???”
fugo: “??? no? focus on your math problem you’ve been on it for a while.”
bruno: “fugo, correct me if i'm wrong, but i think you have feelings for y/n.”
(obvs he denies it but the thought lingers in his head for a long time before he admits it.)
fugo is v caring for others (ie. finding and taking narancia to bucciarati) so he cares for you too.
at first he wouldn’t show care with physical affection, but through acts of service and words of affirmation.
he has a way with words. he'll know exactly how to make you feel appreciated and flustered.
nicknames include: cara/caro and bella/bello. he'd also use your actual name.
he won’t do much physical touch at first, esp because of the college professor thing, so you help him warm up to physical affection (if you like physical touch)
in front of the gang, he wouldn’t do much initiating, but if you put your head on his shoulder he’ll put his head on top of yours.
not a big pda show-er but he glances at you time to time and sits next to you during meals.
i bet he’s a hand kisser. not in front of others, but in private he’s so sweet <3
I LITERALLY HEADCANON THIS SO HARD: you call him pudding occasionally bc of his name pls.
he’d be like :| at first but after a couple times he’d pay no mind to it.
back to the caring thing, he makes sure you’re okay mentally and physically.
if something is wrong physically, he’s so smart he has sm remedies to help you get better.
if something is wrong mentally, he’ll comfort you the best he can by stating the facts of the situation (with sympathy ofc) but he’ll do anything you need him too.
he likes to tell you random facts throughout the day about things you’re doing
lowk used it to impress you when he had a crush on you
esp if you guys are just walking around naples. he likes to tell you a little history about the city.
he melts when you ask him about topics you want him to teach you about
he just sees the stars in your eyes and loves how passionate, invested, and eager you are.
his parents gave him trauma with their pressure and expectations, so i think he needs you to reassure him that he's enough and is doing enough.
again bc of how he grew up, he wasn’t used to feeling and showing love. you def taught him how to love 🥺
since he's new to the concept of love, he appreciates how understanding and patient you are with him.
he also makes sure you know he loves you very subtly.
fugo obvs loves and cares for you, but he doesn’t show or express it as openly as someone like mista or nara would.
i feel like he's the type to do little things that have a big effect and really show he loves you.
you def help him with his anger issues and his journey with learning how to control it better.
(needing to sit next to him while he tutors narancia so he doesn’t stab him with a fork again)
you literally calm him down sm. like just a look at you or you saying his name will help him cool down pls.
he’s def more patient and in control of his anger with you.
you guys would get into arguments but most aren’t that serious and are just disagreements.
WOULD NOT LET PURPLE HAZE NEAR YOU
purple haze still not so secretly lets himself out and he likes when you pet his head. literally drools sm at that.
purple haze likes nuzzling into you too.
all in all, fugo isn’t a perfect boyfriend, but he tries his best to make you feel loved :)
i hope you enjoyed anon! :D feel free to request more if you have any :)
i hope this was accurate enough. it's almost midnight so i lowkey gave up on editing. if there's some mistakes, apologies ahaha.
jjba masterlist
Thinking about them ;;;;
okay byebye
So f'in beautiful
Howl’s castle x bruabba ¿? idk Vi la película y pensé en Bruno cuando vi a Howl con su cabello negro jaja
BruAbba day 5= Outfit swap!
(Click for better quality)
honestly one of my fav story of Bruno♡ it's just so sexy I can't 🥴✨️
An Evening's Haze
Bucciarati x Reader
Request/Commission Info: A 3500 word piece that involves Bucciarati and the reader when they get affected by a lust stand during a Passione event.
Content Warnings: Drugging via Stand, NSFW Content, AFAB Reader
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The role of a careless woman was easy to play.
Draped in a luxurious magenta dress, all you needed was the right flash of jewelry and stilettos thin enough to be used as a weapon. It offered you a free pass to sweep around any party without concern. People smiled at you and allowed you to hang off their arms while they spoke about matters that really should have been kept secret despite having watched you enter on the with a partner.
You could eat a whole meal without going near the buffet table yourself and not have to fear poisons. Perhaps you grew too comfortable.
After all, you forgot that there were things that crept around Passione with abilities far beyond slipping something into your drink. Things that could be almost entirely invisible even to those who knew they existed.
To say he seemed harmless would have been a lie. You knew he was dangerous – you had simply forgotten why you may have been targeted.
He spoke to you in a rolling Italian, fixating on you from the moment his eyes drifted across your façade. You had no reason to speak to him but you indulged because others would be drawn to try and win your attention.
“You arrived with Bucciarati,” he said, after several minutes without a single word of importance mentioned.
You sought out your partner without even meaning to, expression softening from a mask of facetiousness into something far too real when you spotted him across the room. He stood beside one of the large white pillars, keeping the attention of men far too important for your casual conversation.
He was beautiful as always; dark hair cascading around his face and framing him with a pitch more breath-taking than onyx. His expression was welcoming but his bright blue eyes surveyed everybody with a critical analysis.
“I did,” you said, dragging your thoughts away before they betrayed you. “Passione has been growing their influence, haven’t you noticed?”
Said as though it was an explanation. To most, it was.
You didn’t work for Passione directly but your existence could no longer remain hidden. There was a technical truth behind your words – Passione was always growing in power and your act suited not knowing too much about the world you were involved in. Everybody would assume your role as a hapless damsel.
Perhaps, that too, was a weapon you wielded.
“It seems a little cruel for him to abandon you surrounded by so many dangerous people.”
The line was common enough. Too many thought it was a way to impress you without knowing, as you did, that Bucciarati watched your every move.
The man traced his fingers over the back of your hand, snapping your attention to him. You slowly pulled away as to not make it obvious that your skin crawled at his touch. He wasn’t an unattractive man exactly but there was a horrible feeling hovering around him like an aura. Trusting him would be stupid.
“Bucciarati is very busy,” you acknowledged, adding a soft sigh to further the tease of an abandoned woman.
“It’s this line of work,” the man agreed. He shook his head in sympathy. “I always feel so sad when I see a woman like you, filled with so much potential, and yet trapped in this life. It’s so unfair.”
You nodded in a sad agreement, eyes glinting in the light. “But isn’t it just so exciting?”
A flash of interest, deeper than the superficial attraction and worryingly hazardous, crossed his darkening expression. “Perhaps we could share something to drink,” he mentioned.
“Oh, that’s quite alright,” you said in a breathy tone. You looked around the room and caught the eye of another man. “If I accepted every drink offer I received, I wouldn’t be going home standing.” You brushed past him and tried to instantly forget about the concerning expression he had when he followed your movements.
A glow, initially brushed off as a simple reflection of light, had to have been a stand ability. Looking back, you cursed yourself for not realising it sooner.
The food you ate, chosen at random from the platter of the waitstaff, had been normal at first. But the taste had shifted the moment it touched your tongue – melting from a soft pastry into a buttery chocolate.
The effect was near instantaneous.
A cloud of delirium flooded your brain and a wave of pink heat rushed through your body. The sheer unexpectedness of it nearly knocked you down.
Writhing, unidentifiable sensations wrapped around your insides. They pulsed through your heart and made your legs feel weak. You leaned heavily against one of the walls and gasped to clear your lungs. It didn’t work.
The lights were all too bright and you squinted through them. There was a ringing in your ears. The burning was getting lower and lower, pooling deep in your stomach and make you shiver with a desperate need. If you didn’t find somebody to touch you… shit, you were struggling to even think straight.
The man from before… you could see him in the corner of your eye. Was he watching you? He almost seemed to be moving forward.
You forced yourself to find Bucciarati, a ridiculous bolt of desire stabbing into your throat when you located him.
He was sitting at a table as the picture of poise. Every piece of his façade had been carefully constructed to suit the men he was speaking to. His voice flowed smooth through the air – words chosen to flatter without appearing desperate for the connection between Passione and whatever group they were working for.
It was against your better judgement to waltz over there and drape across his shoulders. You’d seen other partners do it so the men themselves wouldn’t be affected but Bucciarati never appreciated interruptions.
The pink haze in your veins sent another pulse through your body. Your legs buckled a little and you bumped into the table with your hip. There was no way this wasn’t some kind of drug or stand ability… the latter being a greater possibility given the interactions of the night.
It pushed the concerned thoughts from your mind instantly.
You fell across Bucciarati’s shoulders and smiled at the casual chuckles from the table. Comments about too much to drink followed.
Bucciarati also believed you to be tipsy and he took your arm to guide you to the seat beside him. His expression darkened only slightly as he took as he took in the flush of your cheeks and the hitch of your breath.
You sat but not without a whisper. It was scarcely audible but desperate enough, “Please. I need you.”
He didn’t pause in his conversation but he heard you. His answer came through a small squeeze to your thigh.
It was painful to sit and wait but his hold on your leg remained tight. He prevented you from squirming and the burning grew more intense with each minute that passed. Your face was ignited and your heart was deafening behind your ears. If anybody was looking, they’d certainly think you to be wasted.
Bucciarati rose from his seat with an unmatchable grace. He guided you to join him and thanked his interlocuters for the conversation.
“Bruno,” you whispered. You tried to make your voice obey you and speak instead of whimpering. It didn’t work.
He touched the small of your back, unwittingly sending sparks through your body. “It’s alright,” he hummed. Even his voice made you want to press your thighs together. “Just tell me what’s going on when we get outside.”
The night air was a sigh of relief against your clammy skin. It gave you a brief reprieve before your body could heat up once more.
There was nobody else in the gardens and Bucciarati took you deep into the maze of bushes and trees until he found a spot he approved of. It would be impossible for any eavesdroppers to get close enough without making themselves known. He could also see the main windows of the venue and keep an eye on everything.
He pressed a hand to your forehead like he was taking your temperature. “What did you have to drink?”
“Nothing more than water,” you breathed. “I think something was slipped into my food.”
You leaned close to him and instantly located a source of relief from your overwhelming need. His body fitted so well against your own. If only you could get rid of the ridiculous amount of clothing he was wearing.
And his smell…
“It’s an aphrodisiac of some kind.” Bucciarati caressed your cheek and you just about moaned, mouth falling open eagerly when his thumb brushed your lips. “I’ll organise a ride home for you.”
You shook your head. The lust screamed beneath your skin and demanded a solution now. “I don’t want to deal with it alone. Please –“
Bucciarati’s resolve was strong and unwavering most days. You could see hints of it shining behind his cerulean gaze in that moment but it was fragmented. The temptation was there but he would always put off his desires for the sake of his work.
In your current state, you didn’t care about work in the slightest.
He didn’t stop you from kissing him even as your arms wound around his neck. You pushed up against him as much as you could. His touch was a balm to your fever and you wanted every part of him. He was always sweet but now he had become the kind of drug you never wanted to walk away from. Couldn’t, even if you tried.
When you gently nipped at his lips, Bucciarati moved away. He stroked your side softly, unaware that even the soothing movement was making things worse. “This isn’t the best time for anything. You’re not in the right state of mind.”
“Bruno,” you complained through gritted teeth. “I already always want you.”
“There are people who need to speak to me,” he said.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, messing up the undoubtedly perfect braid as you brought your lips to his once more. His tongue glided smoothly with your own, making you moan far too loudly against him.
His touch danced across your waist and you knew his resolve was fading.
Taking full advantage, you ran your hand down his chest, stopping only to briefly tug on the edges of his suit. When you reached the waistband of his pants, he caught your wrist.
“Not here.”
You whined in protest, expression pleading. Did he not see how you were suffering? The desire was painted across your face; neediness showing through your panting breath and your trembling lip.
Bucciarati looked around and you brought your lips to his throat, whimpering a ‘please’ between soft kisses and bites.
“I still think it would be better if I organised for you to go home,” he said, fingers dancing along your pulse and travelling higher along your arm. “But you seem very determined to make sure I’ll regret that.”
The logical part of your brain was still there even if was being stifled by whatever was moving through your body. It warned you that this could easily be a trap. Stands were very specific – perhaps it hadn’t been aimed at you after all. You should go home. You should try to fight whatever this ridiculous desire was.
Then Bucciarati kissed you again and any rational thought disappeared in the wave that flooded your system.
You didn’t ask when he started leading you somewhere. The heat between your legs didn’t care where you were going as long as he kept touching you. If only your dress wasn’t in the way.
The back of the hall loomed before you, loud chatter somewhat punching through your clouded mind. You couldn’t be bothered with what they were saying but getting this close to other people seemed like it could be dangerous.
A zip and you were back inside, isolated in a darkened conference room with chatter on the other side of a large door. It was hot inside. Worse than it had been in the fresh air of the garden. Your clothes were beginning to itch your skin and you wished you could get rid of them.
But first, you wanted something else.
“This room is rarely in use,” Bucciarati said. “Locked during events unless some of the higher ups want to speak to each other in private.”
You didn’t care. It could have been anywhere and it would matter little in your mind as long as he allowed you to have what you needed.
He didn’t stop you from sinking to your knees, dress pulled up and bunched around your thighs. His eyes darted around the room to make sure you were alone but when you began to mouth at his cock through the fabric of his pants, he couldn’t concentrate on that anymore.
You clenched your thighs together as tight as you could. The buttons were nearly thwarting your plans, trembling fingers refusing to obey you as your head swirled.
Then you managed it.
A small warning in your brain reminded you to move slowly. You chose to ignore that thought.
Bucciarati gasped, hand flying to your hair as you took him deep into your throat with one movement. It burned the back of your throat and you gagged around him but you refused to relent. The stretch of your lips, the weight against your tongue, the taste that was so uniquely his… it made you dizzier still.
You were awfully sloppy. There was no poise or purpose as you moved. There was a fire in your stomach that only grew as you tried to get him deeper and deeper still. Your lungs were actually hurting but still you refused to take a break.
Red lines followed your nails as you sunk them into the skin of his thighs. You could hear his noises, small and painfully restrained, and didn’t bother holding back your own.
The hand in your hair tightened its grasp and pulled you off, tears running down your face and blurring your vision. You stared up at Bucciarati, trying to understand why he was taking you away from him. Was it too much? No, even in your addled mind, you could see that he was enjoying himself. He took in your expression and closed his eyes as though to steady himself.
“Please,” you whined.
The pull against your hair as you pushed forward, rubbing his cock against your cheek, was delicious. You wanted him to tug your head back and drag his teeth across your throat and –
“Are you happy with just this?”
Your thighs clenched around nothing, small bolts of almost-pain running through your legs as a reminder of what else you could have. You shook your head. You wanted more.
Bucciarati helped you up, the slight tremble in his hands betraying just how close you’d brought him with your frenzied need. His touch dipped between your legs and you threw your head back, wanton moan falling free now that you were no longer occupied.
“Quiet,” he reprimanded. “We’re not far enough away for that kind of noise.”
You tried. You really, really did. But it was unfair of him to expect you to remain silent when he was running his fingers across your core like that.
“I don’t know what I was expecting,” he chuckled, half to himself. “You’ve ruined your panties entirely.”
You bucked against his hand, knees weak and trembling. Why did it even matter? You just wanted him to be inside of you.
There was a zipping sound and your eyes flew open, the cold press of a zip across your lips making you startle. Bucciarati caressed the seal with his thumb, eyes bright when they met your own.
“I already know you won’t be able to control yourself.”
He was so, so right.
You were backed into the table in the center of the room, head pushing back against the wood as you arched against it and bucked your hips against the too-gentle touch against your core. The zip muffled your noises but it couldn’t contain them fully, their desperate pitch slipping out through the smallest of gaps.
Bucciarati understood your desperate ‘please’ without needing to hear it properly. He could make out the moans of his name as he slipped two fingers into your slick heat.
A steam of ‘please’ and ‘more’, blocked by the zipper, made him decide against drawing this out for much longer.
The heat inside you was screaming. Maybe you were also. You could barely focus on your thoughts, especially when you finally got what you wanted. Then everything just melted away into a primal need for more. To get him deeper and force him to move faster. To have more of everything.
Bucciarati was struggling a little to keep himself stable.
There was something unnatural about your body. The way you were squeezing around him was more addictive than usual. The heat was almost leaking across into him, pulsing through your silken walls and racing through his veins.
He dropped his head onto your shoulder, feeling the way your body arched up into his own, ragged gasps managing to slip through his gritted teeth.
You bucked against him, the smooth wood of the table growing too hot beneath your back. Electricity flared across your skin as though you’d grabbed onto an open wire. It buzzed deep inside you. The restraint of the zipper was getting suffocating. You wanted to scream, to moan, to feel Bucciarati in your throat as well as in your cunt. You wanted him everywhere.
“I think this may be contagious,” Bucciarati managed to growl out.
Honestly, you didn’t care. His voice was another strike of fire in your chest. Maybe it was good that it was contagious, maybe it was good that he would be dragged into this with you.
The tension built higher and higher until all you could see was the haze of pink that was covering your eyes. Your nails dug into the wood as it surged through your systems. It flooded you, straining against you more and more before it snapped.
Your orgasm hit the air from your lungs. You screamed behind the zipper, tears streaming down your face without your notice. The pleasure was hurting you. It was uncontrollable, flooding every part of your body and making you writhe desperately but you didn’t even know what you wanted.
It roared and then died, returning to little more than a buzzing below the surface.
But Bucciarati was still moving.
His lips were parted against your skin, puffing sharp breaths against you as his hips snapped forward. The movements were so much clearer now. You could feel the way he dragged against your sensitive core, jolts of pleasure driving you back into the moment.
Why… the concern and reality hit you all at once. The drug had been cleared from your mind but it wasn’t gone, you could still feel it coiling in your stomach. You reached up to unzip your mouth.
“Bruno.”
A soft groan was your only answer. His grip on your hips was bruising, undoubtedly going to leave marks for days after. Curses flowed freely from you without the muzzle and you had to bite your lip to stop the moans from following.
The pink was returning again. It sent a pleasant pulse through your veins in encouragement, coming back to destroy your logical mind once more. You rezipped your mouth, head falling to the side and head swimming.
When Bucciarati came, deep and pulsing within you, he dragged you over the edge for a second time.
The haze was chased once more and you sat there, a headache building, before you realised it was beginning to come back.
“Bruno,” you forced yourself to say after removing the zip. “The user is wearing a blue suit, silver lining, and rose-shaped cufflinks. Dark hair and a very roman nose. He likes skulking around the shadows and I can probably guess why.”
Bucciarati fumbled for his phone, head still resting on your collarbone. He managed to get the call through, muttering out the description before tossing it down. “We should try and make it to the house,” he said. “I should have thought this through more. Stands don’t behave like normal drugs.”
“Do you think it’ll wear off or…?”
“Either way, once they find the user, he won’t be breathing enough for it to continue much longer.”
You rolled your hips up, managing to get a guttural groan from him as a result. He twitched inside you. His eyes were becoming glassy again, breath hot against your sticky skin.
“Then why even bother with the house?”
Saw a post about how beautiful Bruno is and I think is true
(Spoilers for JoJo Part 5/Golden Wind/Vento Aureo⚠️)
One of the moments that make me always really sad for Bruno was when Abbacchio died and he tried so hard to not breakdown. So hard that when he bites his lip it starts bleeding.
The way he bites his lip is something small but it says a lot how he feels about this and how much it hurt him. He is trying so much to not cry and grief but move forward instead. He has to be the leader and can’t show any weakness but he’s still human and he lost someone he cared about.
He is in pain. He failed at protecting someone.
In the anime it’s even portrayed more emotional imo. Bruno’s voice actor did an amazing job at sounding stern and angry that Narancia is going against his orders (and is afraid he will be the next) but you can hear its getting difficult for him to keep his cool.
I will always see it as symbolism that when Narancia is crying and screaming like crazy and begs him to stay …that’s what Bruno wants to do.
Just cry…