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How the Bucci gang tries to get readers attention when you first join<3

Bucci gang x reader

His way of getting your attention is to literally just always be next to you

Riding in a car? giorno is sitting next to you!

On a mission? Giorno is coming with you

Tired? He has two open shoulders please use him as your pillow

The moment you mention a favorite flower or animal suddenly they are appearing all over the place, he doesn't need you to know it's him, he's happy just to see your smile

Romantic asf

Kisses your hand whenever he sees you, opens doors, compliments you no matter what you do just a total gentleman

If you are in battle he is constantly putting himself in harms way so nothing bad happens to you

He knows you can take care of yourself he just wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you <3

Hahahahah he has no clue why he's trying to always get your attention till the very last minute bc he's emotionally constipated

His main way of trying to get you to notice him is keeping you away from giovana

If this man even sees you sitting next to the golden boy he will sit right in between you two he might offer you a chance to listen to music with him if you're lucky

Will give giorno the most disgusted glare if he tries to go in to kiss your knuckles

But he's just doing that because giorno can't be trusted right? Right???😳

He's smart, but not around you

His brain has an error when ever your around

The way you smell, talk, and look is all just too much for this guy

He's TRYING to find a way to get your attention but he's to focused on trying not to pass out because your shirt is showing a little more of your chest than you usually do

Mista and narancia aren't help either, constantly teasing him

Unbeknownst to him all of his flustered-ness IS getting your attention so I guess he's not doing to bad 😉

Wears his heart on his sleeve

It's sooooo obvious that he has a thing for you and everyone knows

Wants your attention all. The. Time, asking if he did good in the last battle, asking for help because fugo is being to mean,

Wants you to touch him (not in that way you weirdos) but stuff like, he has something on his face, or a ich he can't scratch he just likes to feel your hands

Wants special treatment which makes the other really annoyed but he's not complaining he just wants time with you

Another person who makes it very obvious

Flirts with you and passes it off as a joke but in reality he wishes he could woo you over

The Sex Pistols are...well they're themselves

Even if Mista isn't open about his crush they most definitely are

"Y/NNNNN did you know mistaaaa loves y-" cue Mista trying aggressively to shut them up while his face is burning red

If any guy outside the gang so much as looks at you he goes full protective mode, he might even whip his gun out if they don't get the message

Tries endlessly to fluster you, by sitting really close, are whispering into your ear, or giving you compliments

Here's the fanfic I wrote, it's a Bruno x Male reader! It's 100% consensual fun time, so please check it out! I try to write for exclusively male/GN readers, as a Trans guy myself I feel like their isn't enough male readers or Trans man readers. Reader in this is portrayed to either be a cis guy or a fully transitioned man, either way you'd like to look at it! However, Pronouns aren't used so this could also be a NB amab reader!

Also take my Bruno pics dump, bc I love this man with all my heart.

Oh my gods, what a coincidence! It would be so cool to include fortune telling magic, like tarot etc. (I only have a bit experience with tarot, feel free to include whatever you know of course ^^)

I, too, am still a baby witch and your craft sounds very interesting! I'm still practicing the basic things, but I'd love to base my practice on my slavic background when I learn more about it! But I'd love to see your take on the craft!

And yea, afab!reader is totally cool with me, although completely gn!reader might be more accesible to everyone, but it's up to you <3 thank you so much!

Hi! I saw your post about Bruno requests and I would love to request a Bruno Madrigal x gn! reader that's a witch. They don't have powers like the Madrigal family memebers, but they are interested in crystals, herbs, nature, y'know...human witch 😅 I am a witch myself, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask! But other than that, it's totally up to you! Even if you don't want to write it, then just let me know! Thank you so much and have a great day! <3

You know what's SO funny? I literally had the thought last night to write a fic where reader shows Bruno other forms of fortune telling magic that reader has knowledge of! Kinda the same if you squint lmao.

I practice a little witchcraft myself, but I'm still finding my way around, haha. Most of my practices are based on my Jamaican cultural background, so my version of witchcraft may look a little different from what you're used to.

I'll add your request to the line up and then I'm closing my requests for a bit ;)

Sidenote: Are you cool with an afab!reader with no mention of pronouns/gender neutral pronouns, or would you prefer that I keep the story entirely neutral?

01. 𝐁𝐫𝚞𝚗𝐨 ⠀⠀٬٬⠀ 𝕭⠀⠀⋆ ⠀💨 𖦹

PSD::@milliepsds ♡

being bruno's s/o

note: he's known for the bob. ily bruno<3

he's a gentleman, but he's not shy about his feelings toward you

he intends on treating you properly

def one of those "places hand on small of s/o's back" kinda guys

an attentive s/o

he will always want your opinion on something (even if you don't particularly care lol)

"y/n, what do you think about the number 4?"

"i think it's just a number, an even one at that."

"right. i think so too."

he really just sits there like you just said something profound help

since he's a successful mafioso, you never have to reach into your bag for money

take him shopping!

he's the antithesis of those bfs who are in pain with their s/o spending hours at a shop

"these clothes compliment your body perfectly, be sure to get them in multiple colors,"

calls an assistant to make sure the clothes are tailored properly bc it's good to always double check

he gives good feedback and will carry all of your bags

you two mostly go on dates inside bc it's too easy for a stand user to approach out in the open

however, at your villa, you two have brunch dates all the time (like this tweet) she didn't deserve all the shit she got for that tweet

he, for the most part, tries to keep you out of the mafia business

he's seen so many people come and go and he doesn't want that to happen to you (or to get you killed for knowing too much)

one of those partner's who lies to protect

you tell him that you can take care of yourself

(if you're not a stand user, he's listening but not taking that sentence too seriously)

(if you are a stand user, *depending on the stand* he'll believe you, but he's your man. he should protect you."

you go on a rant about how he doesn't trust you *not true* and how he thinks you're weak *also not true*

when you've finally got it all out, he's still standing stiffly

at first you think he's ignoring you, but even your worked up mind can tell that that's not bruno's style

now bruno doesn't cry, but it's obvious he's emotional

"i'm sorry i just can't imagine being without you. i will do anything to protect you even if it kills me,"

you open your mouth to cut him off, but he keeps going

"i can't think of a more worthy way to die, protecting you. making sure you get to live the life you want. to preserve the beauty of your nature."

he stops with his musings bc he hears you sniffling and pulls you to his chest

he cradles you, softly as if you'd break, but firmly to remind you that yes this is real and you two are here together in this moment

he's a classy guy, your wedding is an intimate ceremony

bruno is charming your friends and family, reassuring them that you're in good hands

if you haven't already you meet the rest of the gang

mista is his usual self in an almost too casual outfit for a formal wedding

he gives you a kind greeting with a smile, making some small talk before going to the bar to get sex pistols something to eat (if you're a nonstand user you're like wtf is this smelly guy telling me lol)

fugo is monitoring narancia and he basically drags him over to meet you

fugo is a well-mannered boy, you like him

he's complimenting you, even doing a bow out of respect, after all you are his capo's spouse and gives narancia a nudge so he can do the same

"you look lovely, y/n." you insisted he calls you by your first name. "the ceremony was beautiful."

"yeah, i was gonna say the same thing," narancia says, "when's the dancing gonna start?"

fugo almost loses his shit at that dumbass question (it'll happen when it happens!), but at your laughing he simmers down

"soon! don't you worry."

the boy seems a little simple, but his happiness is contagious

abbacchio is polte, like how a small child with cavities is polite to a dentist

he gives his blessings and then's he's off to the bar

another boy comes up and gives you his blessings

unlike the others he seems different?

more...well imposing isn't word as he's a skinny, average height teenage boy

but he seems like he's lived lifetimes more than you and you guess he can't be older than what 14?

it's a little unnerving

"it's nice to meet you,mx. bucciarati. congratulations on your marriage."

"thank you so much...mister?"

"you can call me giogio." (he intends to never speak to you again so he just uses a throw away name)

(not that he doesn't like you he'd just prefer not to involve unnecessary people in the literal mob)

"thank you mister giogio."

he hands you some flowers and goes about his business

when bruno is finally back at your side for the first dance you mention the interactions to them

"bruno, your family is...very interesting."

"oh? how so?"

"well, they're so well behaved. i figured with the stories you told me, they'd be causing all kinds of chaos and knocking over decorations."

he tries not to make a face because if this were any other event that's exactly what they'd be doing (giorno politely threatened them so everyone was on their best behavior)

"perhaps they wanted to impress you,"

you laugh at his obvious lie, "do you want me to lick your cheek to see if you're lying?"

"i'm not opposed to more public displays of affection, but not in front of your family, dear."

you look away from him bc how did he turn that around on you?

when you do the bouquet toss, you can't see who gets it actually bc bruno steals you for another dance

the pink haired girl leaves with her guards, smiling as she smells the flowers

bruno would be such a good husband

rip me bc i'm tired af writing this, pls like+reblog if you liked it. let me know what you think.

OMG YES

THIS IS JUST BEAUTIFUL 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

Abuela seeing her teenage son Bruno falling in love in the same way that she and her husband did, wishing that the tragedy would not repeat itself , the same thing happening terribly as in the movie. When Bruno returns, abuela, who had maintained closeness with the reader, find's out that she maintained communication with Bruno through the rats. This makes her happy, but also guilty for intruding on their happiness.I don't know why I hurt myself with this. Have a nice day!

(I’m sorry but out of all the request I’ve gotten this is my favorite. This fits Bruno’s character so well.) not much dialogue since I’m making it like the flashback of abuela and Pedro but less as sad

Super angsty beginning but fluffy ending also long opening

I’m changing it a bit hope you don’t mind.

1917 Colombia

Bruno Madrigal, a seventeen year old, reserved, and kept to himself personality. His gift and the facts that basically his only friends are rats, he didn’t talk much to people. Hw didn’t like to leave his room either. Sometime his mother Alma would have to get him out of there.

Today is one of those days. He already hated his room, the amount of stairs he had to climb each day, and down another. Alma wanted her son to meet people, make some new friends. But she didn’t know how hard it would be seeing his gift was the ability to see into the future.

Telling people such future only made them see the negatives, tell someone their fish is going to die. They point a finger in his direction. So making friends was off the list. Yet he wanted to make his mother proud, so hesitantly left the safety of his home and went out into the village.

A festival was going on and crowds of people, gathered around in one spot. (Y/n) groaned in annoyance, trying to push through the crowd. “Excuse me,” She said, shoving through the crowd but people still blocked her way.

“Pardon me. I can’t see.” She exclaimed, maneuvering her way through the crowd. She sighed, giving up and walking towards a nearby lamppost and climbing up took look at the festival ahead.

‘Dos oruguitas enamoradas’

Her gaze shifted towards another lamp post nearby, seeing someone around her age wearing a green poncho. He looked out of place but she smiled towards him, waving.

‘Pasan sus noches y madrugadas’

He was taken back slightly, but smiled waving back at her sheepishly. She giggled, looking at him. Almost falling off the lamppost catching her balance. He chuckled, seeing how clumsy she is. He didn’t know why but he had butterflies in his stomach. Her welcoming smile drew him in.

‘Llenas de hambre’

She smiled as a butterfly landed on his nose, laughing out loud. He blushed slightly watching her laugh. But then laughed as the butterfly flew towards her, landing on the tip of her nose.

‘Siguen andando y navegando un mundo’

He chuckled and she giggled, but only falling off the lamppost landing on her bum. He stepped off the lamppost rushing towards her, hoping she’s okay. He found her laughing on the ground, the butterfly in her hair.

They smiled at each other as he helped her up, forgetting about the festival. Sitting on the water fountain, eating some arepas.

‘Que cambia y sigue cambiando’

She smiled hearing him talk about himself, and he smiled hearing her talk about herself. Both seemed to have so much in common, “No Bruno, your gift is amazing don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.” She said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Alma was coming to get Bruno since it was getting late, and needed to bring him home. But was shocked to find him talking with some girl, both obviously completely enamored with the other. Like how she met Pedro, all those years ago. It still felt like it was yesterday, but was only seventeen years ago when she lost him.

‘Navegando un mundo’

(Y/n) giggled, placing her hand over his hand. Her heart skipped a beat, as did his. “Maybe, I’ll come by your casita and see my future?” She said, and he looked at her nervously.

“N-No, you wouldn’t like your future. What if your hair falls out? What if you find something out you didn’t wanna know?” He mumbled. She placed her hand on his cheek, calming hi down.

“If I lose my hair.. I lose my hair. I be upset with my vision Bruno. Whatever happens happens.” She says, rubbing his cheek.

‘Que cambia y sigue cambiando’

They both smiled before standing up, and him taking her home. Alma stood there unnoticed, she didn’t want what happened to Pedro to happen to them. She’d never forget that night, and she didn’t want her own son or (Y/n) to go through the same pain she went through.

(Y/n) looked around noticing more butterflies, “I’m happy we met Bruno.” She said, and he looked down at her a blush spreading across his cheek. “M-Me too.” He stammered.

‘Dos oruguitas paran el viento’

They’d meet everyday and every night, talking about their day. As well their families. Getting to know each other more falling deeper and deeper in love with one another. Alma on the other hand was worried, paranoid of what could happen to her sons relationship.

She truly didn’t want what happened to her to happen to him, and this girl she’s enamored with. (Y/n) had came over for her vision, going to Bruno’s room and once she saw the stairs. She immediately helped him create a elevator like system to get up the stairs faster.

‘Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento’

‘Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo’

(Y/n) smiled, taking his hands as he began to use his gift. Watching as his eyes turned green, the circle of sand surrounded them. As the vision appeared, she gasped seeing her and Bruno together happily married.

Three figures around them, a tall one, and two little ones, children. Bruno blushed, now knowing his future with her. The vision appeared as a jade green glass, he took it in his hands. And sat down next to her, she smiled in awe looking at the vision.

“This is amazing!” She exclaimed, touching the glass. Looking at the image of her and Bruno together with their three kids. “You’re amazing!” She said, looking at him.

‘Buscar algún rincón’

Time around them seemed to stop, as they leaned in towards each other. Their lips inches apart before finally connecting, her fingers gripped his curly hair. While his hands wrapped around her waist, she no they didn’t want this moment to end.

‘El tiempo sigue cambiando’

She moved her hands towards his cheek, as they parted. Both blushing, “Um, can I keep this?” She asked, looking at him holding up the vision. “Of course.” He said, and she smiled giving him a peck on the lips.

“Hm, I can’t believe this is our future together.” She said, in awe. Her fingers tracing over the image of the three children.

“I don’t even know them yet but I’m already in love with them.” She said, crying softly looking at her future children.

“They’re so beautiful.” She says, leaning against his shoulder.

‘Inseparables son’

‘El tiempo sigue cambiando’

Bruno was about to leave to meet up with (Y/n), when Alana stopped him. Telling her son about how she thinks that girl isn’t the one for him, which he’s taken aback by. Since she’s been coming by a lot more often since they started dating four months ago, “But mamá, I love her.” He said, and she nodded understandingly but was holding her ground.

“But mijo, don’t you want her to have a future she deserves?” She asked, and Bruno looked down remembering the vision he had. She has a point from what he saw they didn’t end up having kids until they were in their early to late fifties or fourties‘.

“I-I want her to be happy.” He said, looking down. (Y/n) made her way up the casita, smiling. “Hi casita!” She said, giggling. Holding a present in her hand for Bruno.

‘Ay oruguitas, no se aguanten más’

She noticed Bruno sitting on the stairs, “What’s wrong Mi amor?” She asked, placing her hand on his cheek. He could barely look at her, not wanting to see the heartbreak that he was about to force them to endure.

He pulled his head away from her, “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked, again.

‘Hay que crecer a parte y volver’

His heart already ached having not yet said a word, “I’m sorry, b-but we can’t be together anymore.” He said, and it was as if her heart stopped.

She couldn’t process what he just said, “W-Wha?” She whimpered. Tears welling up in her eyes, as her heart began to ache as well. Her entire body shaking, “B-But? Bruno!” She shouted, reaching out for him but he just backed away.

He couldn’t look at her for if he even peeked a glance, he’d burst into tears. “Please, Bruno what about our future together?!” She pleaded, her face bright red. He shook his head clenching his fist.

“It’s some stupid vision that you’ll forget about!” He shouted, at her and she gasped in shock, hearing him call the vision stupid.

‘Hacia adelante seguirás’

“Y-Yeah, I guess it was stupid. I guess everything I said to you was stupid. How much I loved the future that we were going to have is stupid!” She shouted, at him tears brimming her eyes.

‘Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas’

“You’d really think I’d want to have a family with you?!” He shouted, and she gasped hands covering her mouth. As she couldn’t stop crying she almost couldn’t breathe then she threw the present at him, and ran out of the casita sobbing.

Bruno fell to his knees sobbing into his hands, his mother came towards him to place a hand in his shoulder but he bolted up the stairs and into his room slamming the door shut.

(Y/n) laid in her bed sobbing, staring at the glass vision before she stood up and smashed it on the ground. Shattering it. Then falling to her knees immediately regretting her decision sobbing as she held the shattered pieces of the faces of her children as they slowly faded away from the image.

‘Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro’

( few weeks later )

‘Ay oruguitas, no se aguanten más’

(Y/n) laid in her bed, crying still not over the break up. She loved him with all her heart, and was excited for their future. Together. But now she didn’t even know if she had a future, having it all been shattered literally. Her mother knocked on the door, “Mija, you need to eat.” Her mother said, and (Y/n) shook her head.

“I’m not hunger mamá, please.” (Y/n) said, in a depressed tone. Her mother sighed leaving the food on the dresser, and closing the door. (Y/n) whimpered, leaning her head into her blanket sobbing.

‘Hay que crecer a parte y volver’

‘Hacia adelante seguirás’

The squeaking of a rat caused her to sit up, noticing a rat with a huge piece of paper in its mouth. It scurried up into her bed and she took the paper from its mouth. Opening it. It was a letter from Bruno.

Dear Y/n,

I know I’m the last person you wanna hear from right now. But I’m so sorry for the pain I’m causing you. I was just afraid that our future wouldn’t be the one you truly wanted, and I felt like you deserved better than me. I did it because I love you. More than anything in this entire world. I’m so sorry.

(Y/n) cried reading the note, then reached for a new piece of paper on her nightstand.

Dear Bruno,

What you said to me absolutely broke my heart. I absolutely loved our future together. The three beautiful children that we’d eventually would’ve had I’d already fallen in love with. But now I know that future will never for to true.

My dream was to always find someone who’d love me for me. And share our lives together and have a family. I thought that was you but I guess I was wrong. You do deserve me Bruno. We both deserve each other. I’d do anything for you.

Tear drops deep through the paper.

I love you Bruno and I always will.

‘Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas’

‘Hay que partir y construir su propio futuro’

So they sent letters to each other, for years. Eventually continuing their relationship through those very letters, and the once shattered glass vision the image of children appeared once more.

(Time Skip)

(Y/n) smiled, seeing Bruno again running towards him wrapping her arms around him. “We’ve actually been in contact with each other.” She says, smiling kissing him on the cheek.

Everyone was in shock, especially Alma. Seeing how happy they’re together feeling years of pent up guilt, for trying to break them apart and succeeding or so she thought. After rebuilding casita, and hopefully Bruno’s room having less stairs. He finally proposed to (Y/n) who accepted it of course.

Alma was happy too, seeing how much the girl her son loved so much. Reminded her of her late husband, especially in how they met. (Y/n) smiled, placing her forehead on Bruno’s shoulder while crying at how her future was about to come to fruition.

“Bruno, I do have one thing to tell you.” She said, looking at him. and he turned to look at her, “What?” He asked.

She smiled softly placing her right hand over her stomach, “I’m pregnant.” She said, and Bruno’s mouth dropped. As well as everyone else’s. Alma smiled, placing her hand on her cheek and hugging her. Apologizing for trying to break them apart years ago.

I didn’t cry while writing this you did.. hope u enjoyed

(Note: yes Bruno did sneak out of his house to see y/n which eventually led into them doing the dirty)

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."

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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Mariposa

Bruno Madrigal x OC (Jimena Montoya)

Synopsis: One summer day, while chasing butterflies, Jimena comes across a lonely looking boy.

The story of how Bruno and Jimena first met.

A/N: Hi! This story takes place before the movie, when both Bruno and Jimena are 8. This is my first story for Encanto, and feedback is highly appreciated.

gif by @lovewillthaw-j

Jimena had always loved the river. 

She relished the feel of the cool water flowing between her fingers, playing in the mud despite knowing how angry her mother would get if she ruined her dress, picking the wild flowers that grew just about the riverbank and wearing them in her hair.

Most of all, Jimena loved the butterflies. It seemed as if there were a thousand of them that lived there, fluttering and flying as she watched. 

This one day, after Jimena had finished helping her parents at the bakery, she ran off to the river, her eyes wide with wonder as she saw a pair of beautiful long wings, blue with pink spots, resting on top of a flower. She inched closer, looking at the butterfly intently, when a loud thumping sound made it fly away.

Angrily, she turned around, ready to scold whoever scared the butterfly away, when she heard little sniffing sounds from behind the bush. With the same care she had employed with the butterfly, Jimena approached the bush, taking a peek.

A boy, the same age as her, was sitting on the ground, his knees against his chest. Jimena tilted her head, trying to remember where she had seen him before. 

"Bruno Madrigal?" she asked, her face lighting up in recognition. "What are you doing here?"

Bruno looked up at her, green eyes wide with fear. Frantically, he beckoned Jimena, pointing to the spot next to him. Curiosity getting the better of her, Jimena jumped over the bush and sat down beside him.

“I am Jimena, by the way. Jimena Montoya. Now, why are we behind a bush?”

"I am hiding," Bruno said in a hushed voice, looking around to check if anybody else was around, "from Carlos Hernández." Jimena gagged on hearing his name. 

"I hate Carlos Hernández." Her mamá always said that hate is a strong word, one she should not use so easily, but it was true. She hated him. "Why are you hiding from him?" Jimena asked. 

Bruno shrugged. "He didn't like the vision I showed him, so he is going to beat me up"

Jimena cocked her head to the side. Everyone knew about the Madrigals and their gifts, but Jimena wasn't sure about the exact derails. Could Julieta's food cure any illness? Did Pepa's cloud follow her around all the time? There was another one, one she found herself asking Bruno.

"Can you control what you see in the vision?"

"No!" Bruno said quickly, sounding almost desperate. “No, your future is set. Nothing can change it. I only tell them what's bound to happen,”

“Well then,” Jimena began decidedly, as if announcing some divine judgement, “Carlos Hernández is stupid.” Bruno let out a surprised laugh. “He can’t just beat you for something that’s not your fault,” she continued, before pausing for a moment, considering thoughtfully. “I think we should flour him,” she finally declared.

“Huh?” Bruno asked blankly.

“Oh, Carlos always bothers my sister, even when she tells him to stop. So, one day I took a bag of flour and hung it from his door. When he opened it, poof!” she gestured with her hands. “It fell all over him. He looked hilarious.” The imagery of the tall, domineering Carlos Hernández  covered head to toe with flour was indeed hilarious, and Bruno giggled despite himself.

“Mamá was furious when she found out,” Jimena cautioned warily. “But if we are really, very careful, we might get away with it.”

“Oh, no,” Bruno said, “We can’t flour him. Mamá and Julieta will be so very disappointed if they find out.”

“Not Pepa?” Jimena asked curiously.

“No, Pepa might help if we tell her,” Bruno smiled as Jimena laughed. “But it's not just Carlos,” he continued, more soberly .”I usually see bad things in my visions, you see, so most people get angry with me.” 

“Oh,” Jimena said, sighing regrettably. “I don’t suppose we can flour the entire town, can we?”

“We will run out of flour halfway through,” Bruno said with a sad smile.

Jimena nodded, and lifted herself, dusting off her skirt. “Well then, I suppose you’ll need to come to a friend to cheer you up whenever someone is being a jerk to you again.”

Bruno looked down, crestfallen. “I don’t have any friends,” he said miserably. No one wants to play with me, except for my sisters, but they are busy with their gifts most of the time.”

“I can be your friend!” Jimena said enthusiastically. 

Bruno shook his head nervously. “Oh, you don’t want to be friends with me. I am a handful.”

“I have two hands!” she said excitedly. As if to prove her point, Jimena stretched out  her arms and helped Bruno up on his feet. 

“Bruno Madrigal, will you be my friend?”

“Jimena Montoya,” Bruno said giddily, “I will be your friend.”

A butterfly flew over, landing on the bush. Vaguely, Jimena realised it was the same one she had been looking at moments before, before she met the little boy behind the bush.

Jimena Madrigal my beloved 🦋

Still learning how to draw, but I was pretty happy with how these turned out

Incorrect quotes with the Madrigals

Y/N : WHAT’S YOUR TYPE 
Bruno : Anything, honestly, but nerds especially 
Y/N , desperately, as Bruno bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE 
Bruno : Oh! B positive. 
Y/N : DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE 
Bruno

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Y/N , talking to Camilo on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?
Camilo : You bet!
Y/N : At what temperature?
Camilo : 535.
Y/N : That's the clock.
Camilo :
Y/N :
Camilo : 536

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Y/N : This is a mistake 
Mirabel, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! 
Y/N : But not today 
Mirabel, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Y/N : A theif. 
luisa: Thief? 
Y/N : Theif. 
luisa: I before E, except after C. 
Y/N : Thceif. 
Y/N : No.

Hotel room

character: Bruno Bucciarati

warnings: explicit content

summary: You hate being left alone, unable to keep your mind from wondering, so Bruno decides to keep you company.

a/n: i apologize if it's absolutely terrible, I'm asexual 💀💀

You had just finished a simple mission given to you by the boss, now sitting in a cold, empty hotel room; was there nothing fun to do?

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

Laying back on your bed, you let out a huge sigh.

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

The silence felt foreign to you, as you always had at least one of the other members with you, but privacy, Bruno absolutely insisted.

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.

It felt like the time was moving slowly on purpose, teasing your inability to stay alone. You've always struggled with it, as the silence always ended up making you overthink, filling your mind to the brim.

Tick, Tock. Tick, To-

Slamming the door wide open, a tall man walked into your room, looking your way and smiling softly at you.

It was Bruno.

You've told him multiple times that you couldn't stay alone, that you couldn't stand to be left with only your thoughts to keep you company, so he always tried to make sure he, or any other member, was with you at all times.

Unknowingly, you let out a sigh of relief as he closes the door behind him, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

He sat facing you, grabbing your hand as his blue eyes pierced through yours.

"Where you by yourself for long?"

You shake you head slightly, it's only been a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

He smiled again at your response, humming slighty in acknowledgement.

Noticing your hand was still in his, you try to move back to lengthen the gap between you.

Any efforts seemed useless as Bruno gripped your hand tighter, watching your reaction as he did so.

You could feel his eyes scanning every inch of your face, before trailing down the rest of your body, drinking your image up as if you were the finest piece of art he had ever seen.

You couldn't take it anymore, your skin felt like it was on fire, so you decided to take the initiative.

Looking up at him, you met his gaze with half-lidded eyes, staring at him through your lashes.

His eyes were swarming with desire and lust, watching you as you tried to 'hint' what you wanted at him.

A small chuckle emitted from his lips as he stared.

"What's up, hm?" Bruno questioned teasingly, looking at you expectantly.

Your face turned red with embarrassment as you look down a bit.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want, now what is it baby? "

The nickname flips something in you, as you look him in the eyes again, before letting out a sentence that was barely above a whisper.

"I need you."

At this, he leaned towards you, pressing you down against the cold bed while he positioned himself to be on top.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

Before you could reply, his lips were on yours, pressing down harshly as you kissed him back, trying to keep up.

He bit your lip, begging for entrance, that you granted him, and once you did, his tongue covered every surface of your mouth, trying to memorize every detail.

He pulls back slightly, speaking against your lips.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do this."

And in an instant, his lips were pressing against yours again, with his hands trailing under your shirt.

He swiftly pulled your shirt over your head, before tugging at tour bra slightly.

Once your breasts were free from the material cage, he looked down at them before swiping his tongue against his bottom lip.

He placed a hand on one of your breasts, moulding it in his hand, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. He started at your face while he did so, watching as your face contorted.

As you bit your lip to supress a moan, he lifted his other hand, pressing down on your cheeks to stop you from doing so as he tutted at you.

He attached his lips onto the other breast, sucking on your nipple and coating you with his saliva.

You moaned at his actions, causing him to smile against your skin, and lower the hand that was on your face to rest against your waist.

detaching himself away from your mound, Bruno starts to trail kisses down your torso, sucking harshly when he got to your lower stomach.

He was on his knees off the bed by now, looking up at you with a sultry look in his eyes, watching you squirm underneath his touch.

"What do you want baby?" he questioned again, tapping against your clothed core with one of his fingers.

A whimper left your mouth in response, unable to voice your needs.

He clicked his tongue, before taking off your shorts and panties with one swift motion.

You let out a gasp at the sudden cold feeling, feeling exposed as you try to shut your legs.

However, you couldn't as the taller man positioned himself between your legs, hands under them, while he lay his head against your thigh, right by your entrance.

"Will you tell me what you want now? Hm?"

You could feel his hot breath against your skin as his hands massaged your fleshy thighs.

He blows cold air onto your clit, enticing a whine out of you as you finally give in.

"I need your mouth pleasee" the end of your sentence trailed off as he licks a stripe up your core.

"Is this all for me?" he says, gathering up your wetness on his tongue as his cock strained against his pants.

Bruno drags his tongue along your pussy, loving the moans that his actions coax out of you, before pressing his tongue deep inside of you.

You arch your back at the sudden movement, gripping his hair in your hands as he continues to thrust his tongue in and out of you, rubbing his thick muscle against your velvety walls, while his nose was pressed against your clit.

You moan shamelessly, knowing your voice probably resonated through the entire hotel as he continued to thrust his tongue into your swollen pussy lips.

He leans back, spreading your lips with one of his hands before licking a stripe again, then speaking against you.

"Such a pretty pussy, and only for me" the feeling of him speaking into you caused you to shiver as you scream out his name, gripping his hair tighter while pushing his face against you.

You harshly clench down on his tongue, letting both him and you know that you were close.

Grinding against him mouth, your legs began to shake as they tried to close around his head, but he harshly pinned you legs down against the bed as he ate you out like a starved man.

Bruno looks up at you, watching as you whined and moaned under his touch.

"Cum for me baby."

His words caused you to clench down on his tongue again, before you orgasm into his mouth, chanting his name as yout head spun from the pleasure.

Drinking up all your juices, he lifts himself up, the lower half of his face covered in your slick.

His hands caress your thighs as he watches you try to catch your breath.

"I'm not done with you yet."

y/n: I'm a reverse necromancer

bruno: isn't that just killing people?

y/n: ah, technically

y/n: bruno... why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

bruno: your text told me to satanize the house before you returned

y/n:

y/n: I wrote sanitize, bruno