#im soft for awkward bruno

[fugos-lil-fork]

Hey! Can i please request bucci gang + trish headcannon where they have been dating g/n s/o for few months now, but s/o has been canceling dates for another bucci gang member and they starts to feel like s/o doesn’t love them anymore, but s/o has secretly planned a suprise party for them!😭❤️

Im sorry if the request is too much! You can ignore if you don’t wanna write this!😗❤️

Have nice day/night🫶

It's alright! It's not too much! Tysm for the request! I hope you have a good day as well! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

~➗🍓🍊🐞⏳🔫🤐~

Bucci Gang with s/o avoiding them to plan a surprise party!

Abbacchio;

He is quick to feel hurt about you avoiding him

Without knowing what's going on, he thinks this is your way of informing him that you're losing interest in him

He, himself, still was a bit in disbelief that someone like you could love someone like him

So, deep down inside, he almost expected a day like this would come-

And so, he began distancing himself from you as well

Sometimes even ignoring you when you did have the time to interact with him

You were quick to catch on

Unfortunately, because if this you had to break the surprise party to him before actually showing it to him-

He's so disappointed in himself-

He felt both ridiculous for thinking you would do such a thing

But also thought you were ridiculous for thinking he would like a surprise party-

Nevertheless, it all ended with awkward chuckles and soft apologies and a gentle kiss

He appreciated the gesture of you trying to throw him a party.

But request for them not to be a surprise ever again-

And you reassure him that you'd never hurt him in such a way

In the end he's just very happy and glad to know that he still has you

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Bruno;

His first response is to worry about you

He thinks maybe there's something going on with you that you're afraid to share and therefore are avoiding him in order to not say anything

Tries to approach you to ask you what's wrong or to ask if you could at least talk to him later

Unfortunately, you'll continue to excuse yourself from such conversations-

Eventually he convinces himself to just let you be

Maybe you just need time by yourself

Maybe you'll come to him when you're ready

Soon enough you did come to him, but apperently not to talk but rather to take him somewhere

He tries to talk to you while you're rushing him to your destination

However, he's soon cut off by everyone else jumping out cheering "Surprise!" And wishing him a happy birthday

He's unbelievably happy and humbled

He's quick to realize why you've been distant

He tells you he genuinely thought something was wrong so he's glad to see you were just planning a surprise party for him

You reassure him if something ever were to be wrong, he'd be the first to know

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Mista;

He was actually pretty chill about it

Shrugged your actions off

He figured you were probably busy or had other more important stuff to do

Hell, he even forgot to ask you what was up later on-

He just had completely convinced himself that you simply had other things to do-

So, it was definitely a bombshell when you revealed his surprise birthday party to him

He was immediately excited and thanked you repeatedly for the surprise

Definitely pulls you into a kiss as well

Then tells you he honestly thought you had just been busy doing something else

But was glad to see that he was that thing you were so busy about!

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Narancia;

He gets pouty

Then makes it his official mission to try to get you to pay attention to him and quit avoiding him

But you make it harder for him to interact with you

In which case he begins to get upset

He starts to think that you're going to eventually leave him behind because your too busy for him

He ends up basically moping around

Battling his own thoughts.

Maybe you aren't leaving him.

Maybe you really are busy.

He definitely isn't very happy with himself thinking such things about you

And once you get his attention by asking him to follow you, those negative thoughts quickly begin to be lifted

Once you surprise him he's unbelievably overjoyed

Quickly tackles you into a hug and smothers you with kisses

Absolutely praising you for your hard work on planning everything out

And profusely thanking you for the surprise

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Fugo;

He's confused with your actions

Why are you avoiding him?

If you're busy you could just tell him

Rather than straight up avoiding him

He gets a bit pissy over this

But then that grumpiness turns into fear

Had he done something to you that you didn't approve on by accident?

Did he say something to you that you didn't like by accident?

He also begins to put some distance between the two of you

Believing maybe he did do something wrong and needed to give you time to talk to him again

You start to notice how distant he's becoming and approach him about it

You quickly explain he didn't do anything wrong but that you have something to show him

Once presenting him with the surprise he's completely taken a back

While he definitely cherishes the surprise party

Even though he also doesn't like surprise parties but he'll suck it up just for you-

He requests that next time to just make up a reason as to why you can't interact rather than make him worry-

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Giorno;

He's also confused

Though, unlike Fugo, he doesn't get upset

He draws the conclusion that you most likely have something important to deal with and can't talk at the moment

At least that was his most rational explanation

However, he did find it odd that you couldn't just quickly tell him that

It would be better than just straight up ignoring him

Nonetheless, he actually tells you, himself, to just go talk to him whenever you have the time

He'll always be waiting for you after all

And soon enough you did go to him

But not just to talk, rather take him somewhere as well

The poor boy had no idea how to react to his surprise party

Just kinda stood there for a bit before politely thanking everyone and especially you for the gesture

Can't help but give you a peck on the cheek as a thank you for the party

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Trish;

She's offended-

Why would you avoid her?

She definitely doesn't think she's done anything to hurt you!

Or maybe she did?-

Starts to worry-

She tries to push the thoughts away though

But she can't figure out why you'd be avoiding her

You two trusted each other with everything, if something was wrong you'd tell her

Right?

She hesitantly tries to get you to talk to her but you always excuse yourself before she can get anything out

Eventually though, you came up to her wanting to take her somewhere

She kinda was grumpy about the request though

After all that time avoiding her, you really had the nerve to ask her to go somewhere with talking about how you had been acting?

Fine, but only because she loves you-

She reluctantly follows you just to be absolutely amazed by her surprise party

She turns to hug you tightly and give you a kiss

But then immediately scolds you about avoiding her-

Nevertheless, she loves her surprise and you!

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[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Eskimo Kisses: Bruno x reader

CW: nsfw, Bruno’s being adorable and awkward

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Bruno had his legs wrapped around you as you leaned on his side. You ran your finger through his silky black hair and carefully remove his clips, tracing all of those delicately woven strands around his face.

You froze.

“What” he asked cocking his head to the side a bit.

“You’re staring” you chuckled a bit, pushing a strand of your own hair behind your ear.

“I suppose I am.” He confessed and leaned in

tword your face. Your heart fluttered and you closed your eyes waiting for-

A peck on the nose. He kissed your nose.

You open your eyes to see his face right in front of you, noses still touching, his sapphire blue eyes still boring into yours.

You giggled softly before brushing your nose against his, “What was that?”

“A kiss?” He stated simply as if that wasn’t obvious.

“On the nose?” You giggled a bit louder.

Now he looked a little taken aback, as if you had hurt his feelings.

“Oh no no no! I liked it, just wasn’t ah expecting it you know?” His apprehension seemed to ease a little as you cupped his face with your hand and placed a gentle kiss on his nose.

His lips spread into a bashful grin bringing his face against yours. You stayed that way for seconds, minutes, it was hard to tell, before your breathes synched up and you sat there breathing each other in.

You tilted your head up and crashed your lips against his. Crashing, that’s exactly what it was like as his lips didn’t budge from a puckered expression as he wrapped his hands in your hair pressing you against him.

You certainly wouldn’t call yourself experienced, but you had kissed a few men before and this usually wasn’t how it happened.

You opened your eyes briefly, to spare a peak at the capo before you. His eyes were shut and his eye brows thoroughly knitted together, affection painted clearly across his face and in his gentle, if erratic, motions.

You softened to his touch, this was the gentle man you loved. The thought that he would be inexperienced had never crossed your mind. He was so shockingly beautiful and kind, you couldn’t imagine a world where both men and women three themselves at his feet.

You sighed against his lips, thinking about how lucky you were that he showed this unkempt and vulnerable side of himself to you.

At your sigh his eyes fluttered open and his lips quirk to the side in a smirk. You keep your eyes locked with his as you trace his open mouth with your tongue. Dragging it across his lips then up up across his nose.

He tips his head back laughing with such a pure and uninhibited affection that you ache with adoration.

He brings his face to yours again, pressing his cheek to yours so you can feel his breathe in your ear.

“Do it again” he whispers. A shudder runs down your body as you bring both hands to cup the sides of his face bringing your lips together again.

You softly kiss his lips again, and brave a little nip on his plush lower lip. His breath hitches with a small moan. You take this as a sign to take things a little further. You slip your tongue between his lips, a little exploratory motion, as he sighs into your mouth.

Then he meets suddenly meets your tongue with his. Swirling around it with such precision and passion you’re taken aback as a rather large moan escapes. You can feel his rakish grin against your lips as he pushes forward with a new enthusiasm.

You pull apart from him, just centimeters so you can mumble a few very crucial words, “may I take your shirt off?”

“Of course” and he kissed you again but helps you shirk off his jacket.

Only to reveal a VERY deep cut shirt on underneath. You pull his arms above his head, squeezing him out of his shirt to reveal his signature bralette.

“How many layers do you have on!” You giggled pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“Just the three” he mumbled into your hair as you fingered the bottom of his intricately laced bralette. Pulling it gently and letting it snap back to his skin.

“Ah...” he breathed and pulled a way for a moment, “the bralette stays on.”

You huff a little giggle as you kissed him again. His hands gliding down from the sides of your face and down to your hips. Then down to your thighs where he fingered the hem of your dress.

You match his gesture and trace your fingers down his muscular chest and down his abdomen.

At that he violently flinches back coughing.

“OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY! WHAT DID I DO ARE YOU OKAY?” You hurl dozens of questions at him as he slowly recovers from his coughing fit.

“Bella you did nothing. Your fingers are just absolutely freezing!”

You curl them against your face and mumble, “they don’t feel that cold to me...”

“Well you’re not the one feeling them” he points out as he holds your hands in his, gently rubbing them together to warm them up a bit.

“There we go!” He exclaimed releasing your hands, then with a smirk quickly guiding them back down his stomach.

You continued stroking and rubbing your hands on his defined abs, and he resumed his place rolling the hem of your dress in his fingers.

“You can take it off” you insist, whatcha gonna Bruno’s face blush slightly.

“I was asking for permission” he whispered nearly inaudibly into your neck. You giggle, again, and help him slide the dress over your head.

His eyes glazed over and his mouth dropped when he saw you nearly naked before him. He kissed you with renewed vigor and he laid you down and scooted until he was perched upon your hips.

He left a trail of delicate kisses down your neck and to the top of your plump breasts. He pulled the strap of your bra, allowing it to snap back against your skin.

“Are you asking for permission again?” You asked innocently enough. His eyes perked up and he nodded enthusiastically. You reached around your back, skillfully unhooking the clips, and threw it to the floor.

He took a breast in each hand, gently cupping them with his fingers. He squeezed softly, watching how your skin looked and rose in his hands. You looked up at him to see an expression of awe, but he was too absorbed in the task at hand to meet your eyes.

He tentatively dragged a thumb across your nipple. Feeling you tremble beneath him in excitement at the touch, he bent down and gave a quick kiss to your sensitive nipple and grinned. He did the same to the other and repeated so until his lips traveled to the canyon between your breasts.

With a hand on each, he squeezed your supple breasts against his face. A suffocated moan escaped his mouth (and your tits) as he bucked against you.

Your breath hitched and you pulled his ace up to kiss you as you started to undo his pants. He closed his eyes and shivered at the way your fingers grazed over his clothed, but still extremely hard, cock.

You undid the top button, then let your fingers fall to tickle his balls still wrapped up in pants and underwear. He started to tremble and sputter noises of excitement as you slid his pants off him, one leg at a time.

You looked at the masterpiece in front of you, an uncut above average sized cock, throbbing against his abdomen in a lacy thong that matched his bralette. His flushed head throbbed against the lace, struggling to be let out.

“Lay down” you whispered, your mouth already drooling from want. He obeyed, quickly pulling you into of him.

You slid yourself down his body, peppering his covered chest and muscles abs with kisses, then dragged a long lick to the base of his thong. He was already squirming and huffing as you slid his panties off.

You placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head, then quickly licked up the drops of precum that were already leaking out of him.

“May I blow you” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him, already knowing the answer, but loving how flustered your touch made the usually well kept mafia man.

“Ah, if you want to?” He stuttered, barely able to open his eyes as he spoke.

“Would you like me to?” You asked, just wanting to make sure it was something he was alright with. He was clearly quite stimulated and you didn’t want to push any boundaries.

He all but cut you off he answered in the affirmative so quickly. Good, you thought, licking your lips.

You started, caressing his balls in your hands as you lazily drew your tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. You wanted to feel every vein, every twitch of him, to engrain it in your memory.

You place a lick on the top of his head then blow a quick breathe on it, causing him to shiver at the coldness. But still his cock bounced in the air.

You figured he was going to come quickly so you wanted to prolong your fun a little bit more. You placed a hand on his shaft and started slowly pumping while your mouth focused on his balls. You liked and kissed every inch of each one. Then suddenly you popped both of them in your mouth, swirling them around with your tongue.

A huge gasp came from above you, as Bruno shot up from his laying position.

“Oh god what happened are you alright did I bite you??” You stammer, assuming the worst.

“No, no, it feel quite good. Too good. Maybe too much of a good thing?” He rambled.

You were still confused, and it must have shown on your face because he hung his head, faced covered by his raven hair, and muttered, “if you keep doing that I’ll come in seconds.”

“Ah, alright. Well go a bit slower then?” You prompted and he answered with a knowing smile as he laid back down.

You stroked him a few more times, heart still pounding from fear that you had hurt your kind man, but finally caught his cock in your mouth.

You kissed and swirled your tongue against him slowly, your ministrations met with a chorus of his moans and gasps.

You felt your clit throb and a bit of your juices trickle down out of your panties. If he kept this up you were going to cum without ever feeling him inside you.

You, gently, fondle his balls in one hand as you prepare to take the length of him down your throat. You slide him in, careful to avoid any teeth, and wrap your lips around his base.

Your actions are met with a deep groan and a few bucks into your throat as he crushes handfuls of the pillows beneath him.

You pump him up and down a few times inside him and he moans again, to which you hum in satisfaction.

This pulls him over the edge and he grunts a few times before barely managing to force out “I-I’m coming”. His long member reaches the back of your throat, and you nearly gag, but you feel the sprays of his thick cum coating the back of your throat and you want to savor the taste of him. You moan as he continues to come, more than you thought possible, but you keep swallowing, happy to take any and every part of him.

He shivered and pulls you up to him wrapping his arms around you so tightly. He nestled his head in your hair and muttered praises and thanks and I love you’s into your ears.

He leaned his head against your chest, using your breasts as pillows. Like before, he pulled the other ones across his face, and nestled himself between them. Every once in a while you would feel an exhale escape.

“C-can you breathe down there?” You asked concerned.

He resurfaced only for a moment to respond, “sometimes” then dove back down. You pulled him up slowly, and placed a kiss on his nose. He quickly returned it, and you two fell asleep nosed touching.

[bogginswritings]

wallpaintings and rat rantings || Bruno Madrigal x Reader

OKAY IM GETTING BACK TO REQUESTS I PROMISE BUT I GOT THI IDEA AND I THINK IT’S CUTE! I WROTE IT V QUICK.

Summary: You decided to cheer up Bruno’s walls with some paint whilst he goes into a rant about his rat.

Gender: Not established, gender neutral

Warnings: none, aside from Bruno being mad about his rat.

Word count: 1882

You adored everything about Bruno; His nose which was perfect to plant kisses on, his curls that you loved playing with, how he would act out scenes with his rats.

Really, there wasn’t a thing you could hate about this man; loving all that is to him with your whole heart.

Well, except for his room.

You had no clue why it was decided Bruno had to get such a shit room. Whenever you wanted to visit him you were forced to take a sand shower and a full-body workout climbing up. That wasn’t even the worst part, though; the room (which really was more like a cave) looked so grim. A gloomy vibe loomed over it, which was the exact opposite of your Bruno. No, the man was radiant and had an expressive character. He was creative!

You had noticed the first time he showed you he felt sort of embarrassed about it. He called it his ‘sand cave’ as he led you up the steps for the first time, after which he chuckled; however, it was more of an awkward laugh to stop you from feeling bad. You didn’t like how the stone walls were just that; grey, cold stone. Even the million steps going up were just- rocks.

Anytime you entered his room you were bombarded with sand, the grains getting everywhere. Although, there was a plus to it: Bruno and you enjoyed building sandcastles together. One time Bruno created one to use as his set, reenacting the play of Romeo and Juliet with his beloved rats.

Bruno has always reassured you he didn’t mind his room too much. “it makes me feel like an adventurous character.” he had told you. And apparently, he took some inspiration from that because it didn’t take long for his rats to perform a novela about said persona. A little while back though, he admitted he found his room to be quite boring. It was perfect for his gift (one he rarely used anymore), sure, but he wished it just was a little bit happier.

And that’s how you found yourself here, sitting on one of the steps with paint and a cup of water on the stair below you. You hummed softly to yourself as you painted flowers and aimless patterns along the wall. You had no idea what you wanted to create, just scribbling random things along the textured surface as you went. Artistically you weren’t the most gifted, but it was still fun to paint. You hoped it was a nice surprise for Bruno. You couldn’t do the entire wall (not without it taking a billion years), but hey! The tiniest bits help, right?

You were busy creating a donkey (that somehow has five legs) when you heard the flow of the sand be disrupted for a split second. Looking down from where you were sitting (which was really just 5 steps up) you saw that Bruno had entered. 

He was muttering under his breath, seemingly in deep thought about something. The man was making exaggerated hand gestures, his curls bouncing along as he rambled to himself. Eventually, his eyes cast up, noticing you sitting there. You sent him a small wave, to which his face flushed red in embarrassment. 

You let out a soft chuckle, “Doing good?” you queried, having to raise your voice slightly. “Huh? Oh- yeh!” Bruno laughed awkwardly whilst dusting the grains off of his poncho, “Just a, eh, tiny disagreement.” Two rats climbed out of his hood, sitting atop his shoulders. The man looked up at you, a hand in front of his eyes to better his vision, and he seemed to only now notice what you were doing. He cocked his head to the side, the rats mimicking his expression, “What are you doing?”

“Baking a pie.”

“Ha ha.” he deadpanned. You snorted in response, turning slightly so your feet were dangling from the side of the step. With your hands proudly on your sides, you bragged: “I’m painting your walls, using my artistic giftings.” you twirled the brush between your fingers, only to let it slip and drop it into the sand below you. Bruno’s face lit up at that, “Wait, really?”

You nodded as he went to pick up your pencil, dusting some of the sand off of it. It resulted in him getting some pink paint onto his fingers (which you used for the donkey’s ears), but he didn’t seem to mind. He walked up the steps, looking at your creations as he went. “You said you wanted some more color in your room, so I figured to add just that.”

Bruno’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he came to a stop on the step in front of you, looking at a blue flower you created earlier. He held out the paintbrush, which you took from him with a small ‘thank you’. “You like it?”

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to form a reply: “I- wow, I love it!” He turned to look at you, nearly losing his balance on the small rock platform as he clasped your face in his hands. “And I love you for doing it!” he exclaimed, planting his lips on yours in a quick peck. Bruno felt like he could cry from how pretty the mess of colors looked in contrast to the grey surface underneath it. You could feel yourself blushing a deep pink and you grabbed another paintbrush, holding it out to him. “You want to help?” you asked and he eagerly nodded, grasping the tool from your hand.

He set his foot on the small space there was left next to you, using the wall and top of your head to balance himself as he moved past you; onto the step above you. “Sorry- just, moving, hehe.”

“No problem, mi amor.” you responded, your nose scrunching up as you were used as a human support beam. Once the man was seated on the stair next to you and the paints were set so you could both reach it (although with some trouble), you turned back around to face the wall. You had a donkey to finish!

“Is that a tail or a leg?” you glanced to the side to see Bruno looking over your shoulder. You shrugged in response, “Tail, I guess? I don’t think six legs will do him any good.”

Bruno let out a small ‘hm’, turning back to his painting. “What are you painting, cariño?" you asked him, nodding your head to the yellow blob he was making. "It-It's far from done but, heh, it's gonna be a butterfly!" he had a proud grin on his face. You smiled and gave his thigh a few small pats, you've always adored the way he said butterfly; so joyful.

After a while, your boyfriend huffed. "I-I can't focus!" he exclaimed, throwing the brush in the cup of water in frustration. You turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed, "How come?"

"You- You mentioned pie!" Bruno looked at you, his eyebrows raised so far they disappeared behind his fringe of curls. "Now- now I kind of want pie!"

You let out an endearing laugh, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, "We can bake a pie after? As desert for everyone?" you offered.

Bruno pondered the offer over in his head. He would have to share, but on the upside, he got to bake with you -an activity he quite enjoyed. Whilst he was more gifted in the artistic department; when it came to baking he pretty much needed you for protection. Eventually, he nodded, his curls bouncing along as he did: the strands you had just gotten out of his face falling right back. "I, heh, I'd like that." he shot you a sheepish grin.

You leaned up to plant a kiss on his nose, having to crane your neck in an uncomfortable position. The way the two of you sat made it rather hard to reach him; having put your hands atop his knees so you wouldn't fall forward. But it was worth the blush that kissed his cheeks.

had a lot of trouble describing the position, but just imagine you're sitting on the steps in his room. and he is sitting one step above you, and your sitting turned to each other: your legs dangling in the same direction and brushing past each other every now and then.

"Was pie the only thing on your mind?" you questioned, taking one of his hands in yours: tracing small, invisible patterns on his palm with your finger.

Bruno nodded in response. You tilted your head up to look him in the eye, a brow raised expectantly; the way a mom looks at her child when she knows something is up. "Cariño, you walked in here practically fuming."

Your boyfriend averted his gaze to the side, looking at the rat on his shoulder -who seemed to give him an encouraging nod. Bruno let out a sigh, lowering his head, "It's Brownie."

"The rat?" you cocked your head slightly. Bruno nodded, "Yeh! She's being mean!"

One side of your mouth tilted up and you had to stop yourself from giggling. This was not the first time the two got into a quarrel. "What happened this time, then?"

"S-she, oh! I'm getting angry even- thinking about it!" Bruno ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner, before letting it drop back into yours, "Okay so, you know that new novela I'm writing?"

You nodded, "Ofcourse!"

"Well, I thought she would be perfecto for the- for the mermaid role." he went on to rant, "But she doesn't want it!"

You leaned forward, your chin resting on his knee as you glanced up at him with a pout, "Why wouldn't she?"

Bruno lifted his shoulders, his head tilting to the side, "She told Antonio it was 'estupido'!" he exclaimed, using air quotes. The man was quite obviously hurt by the words of his rat.

"Brownie always had an attitude." you rubbed his thigh in a comforting manner, "But you know she usually apologizes." you noticed the rat that sat on his shoulder looking quite -disappointed.

"I think someone else might be interested," you said, making Bruno glance up at you with hopeful eyes. You nodded towards the little rodent and Bruno quickly turned his head, smacking himself in the face with his curls. "Mango, of course!" the man beamed, taking the rat into his hands and cuddling it against his cheek, "I can't believe I didn't think of you!" He held it up in front of his face, "you'd be a great mermaid."

You chuckled, giving his thigh a pat, "I can't wait to see the whole novela, mi amor."

Bruno tucked the rat back into his poncho, a red hue dusting his cheeks as he gave you a lopsided grin, "Heh, you get the front seat!"

"Perfect." you grinned, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down. You pressed your lips onto his and you could feel his hands clutching onto your shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt to hold himself up. You pulled away slightly, your lips brushing against Bruno's as you talked.

"Bake a pie?"

"Yes!"

[blu3bub]

knock, knock, knock on wood. (A Bruno x FEM!Reader story)

(word count: 1831) warning: light angst

chapter 0 here!

AWKWARD AFTERMATH - CHAPTER 3

“So, you… make gift baskets?” Bruno breaks the awkward silence that has been hanging on for a good while.

The two of them on their way to la casita in pure darkness in between logs and big bushes, mud dropping off their bodies while they walt through the half-trampled path. Bruno still walking bare feet leading to small “ow”’s here and there, Y/N groaning for every shiver going through her body – her clothes soaked with water from the pond.

“Yes, a-and party de-decorations” Y/N says with her teeth rattling, a sneeze breaking out while her nose runs.

Bruno looks at her – or tries, the dim light isn’t enough to see features and barely her silhouette, however the one thing he can see, and hear, is the fact that she is shivering way more than him. “… Are you cold?”

Am I cold? Ai, tonto del culo…

“Yes. I’m cold” She softens her inner voice. Y/N can’t just express that she is pissed in the first place – the man just got done crying, she doesn’t want to be the reason for his third time.

“I would offer my ruana- but you know… heh… it’s uh- it’s covered in mud – and-and I don’t know if that’s better or worse- you know worse than soaked clothing, like-like yours… heh- I mean unless you-“

“No, it’s fine.”

How can she be pissed at him? You can clearly tell he is trying his best.

I’m overreacting again… he is at least trying. Or… well he is trying to try, I guess.

“…I’m sorry – again – I really didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay, señor-“

“I can replace the book for you! That was what you dropped, right?”

“N-… yes, yes it was.”

“I can buy you a new one! I promise!” He insists eagerly, drying his last tears off his face.

Y/N looks back at him.

His eye looking extremely horrible in comparison to the other, face lightly bloated from the breakdown episode, hair unusually tamed by the dripping mud almost like hair gel would do, and his expression forming into a soft and worried frown.

Something Y/N never will admit, is that she does and has always found this dork of a man, Bruno Madrigal, charming and … “an okay amount of attractive.,” And this attraction somehow raises in this very moment, her eyes fixated on the concerned look. But with her parents hanging around her neck, she never wanted to admit it and sure won’t do it any time soon. If anything, it was only a slight crush that has come and gone, she knew it wasn’t going to be more – she makes sure it doesn’t go further than that.

Though one thing she can’t hide, is the softened feeling of emotions she is having – not necessarily crushing but a more of a friend to a friend troubled feeling. A tiny concern about one another’s’ health.

From a towns person to the other.

“W-why don’t you have sh-shoes on?” She notes.

“Uh- … well- you see-… I don’t really have the best reason, though I’m guessing you would believe me if I did.”

“…w-what?”

“No- I mean- As in IF-“ He fumbles with his words.

Y/N can’t help but to chuckle, a small smile forming on her lips. This makes Bruno nervously laugh along, copying the tiny grin. A light breeze of joy hitting the tension off its balance.

“Uhm..- It was more of a- You.. you know like a sneak method! Like a spy from one of those action movies!” A weight lifts off his heart, making him feel more freely to express himself, the grin only widening as to see her reaction.

“S-so you were s-spying on m-me?” The shivering Y/N giggles.

“N-NO! Not like that- I mean it is like that but not really-“ His words goes from walking to running as well as his feet, making it hard for Y/N to catch up.

“Señor- i-it’s okay!”

“… dios mío, you’re really freezing, señorita”

“well duh, yo-you pushed me into t-the pond-“

“iM soRRY!”

They break out in laughter, Y/n laying a supporting hand on his shoulder, making Bruno blush slightly. Y/N doesn’t notice the red tone because of the light still being nonexistent, but she was more than grateful for that because she’s also blushing lightly, and who were she if she didn’t hide her true feelings?

The two of them reaches the tail of the long grass path and continue towards la casita, everybody else still sound asleep. Their voices automatically deaden as they reach the back door into the kitchen, it swinging open by itself.

“Thank you, casita” Bruno whispers as the lights turns on by itself, letting the two messy looking people get a sight of how much chaos they’ve been through within the last hour.

Y/N still wet as can be, soaked in both water and mud – her face barely visible though her tiny smile making it through the dirt upon her face.

Bruno bruised and his posture weaker than before, also disappearing in layers of mud however somehow his face hasn’t been hit – besides actually being hit – other than phantom trails of tears.

“Yo-You look horrible” She blurt out.

“I-Im sorry?”

“No! not like that! Imean–“ Y/N stops herself. “You need something to eat.”

“Oh… OH! Oh yeah. Yeah. My eye. Right.”

And as it was being said, Casita pushes another batch of Julieta’s wonderful arepa con queso towards the two of them as well as salt. Both grabbing one each and taking a bite – their bruises disappearing as if they were just a sticker upon their skin.

Bruno sigh out, relieved from pain. Y/N’s teeth still chattering.

“oh gee- I’m sorry- do you want a shower? You can borrow ours-“

“No I’ll-“ Y/N interrupts her own train of thought as she catches Bruno’s almost pleading look. She couldn’t say no. “… O-okay-“

“Perfect! UH... I’ll go grab some clothing for you! Wait, you don’t know where the shower is- Uhm- It’s down the- uh-“ He stammers. “Just follow me” He gives up.

And as told, Y/N follows Bruno down the hall and into a bathroom on the second floor, leaving trails of mud and pools of water behind them.

“You just hop in, I’ll slide the stuff in. Take what you need in there.” He insists.

It’s not often Bruno has someone to talk with – someone his age that is – so he leaves quite ecstatic, shoulder up high, leaving the poor Y/N quite confused.

He is so welcoming…

She steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, finding her way to the off section which seems to be the shower part.

… and awkward.

Y/N chuckles to herself and goes on with showering.

Perhaps she was getting the break she wanted and so desperately needed anyway. A nice hot shower – in a stranger’s house, no, not a stranger, the Madrigals house. And she isn’t there because of her friend Pepa or Felix, she’s there because of the one and only Bruno.

Her head fills up with thoughts as the mud floods off her body. The warm streams of water tangling from her shoulders down to both her fingertips and toes. Complete relaxation despite the weird circumstance.

Though the moment of relaxation finds its end quicker than she thought it would.

A grunt, as well as a door opening can be heard from the other side of the room. Y/N quickly hides behind the wall, protecting her from exposing her completely naked body. The grunt turns into a toilet seat opening as well as a yawn and humming – the shower still running.

How can’t this person hear that someone is in here?!

This person that has entered the bathroom is Felix – a half awake Felix. A Felix who hasn’t noticed there is someone in there with him. A Felix that is wondering why there is mud flowing the floor and why his feet were now filthy with it. A Felix now noticing Y/N’s remarkable dress.

Such a unique dress she has.

Felix smiles to himself with a nod, finishing his business and washing his hands, still humming quietly.

And there Y/N is, staring Felix down in the mirror, where she is on there for him to see – if he could, which surprisingly, he doesn’t.

Y/N’s heartbeat raising by the second, almost slipping with her feet, and yet Felix simply just walks out, continuing out to his beloved wife’s door like nothing happened. Y/N left in light shock, still processing what just happened.

Is she more surprised that the pendajo didn’t notice anything or is it the Pepa printed boxers he was wearing? No matter the cause, she is still left speechless.

Y/N quickly gets done washing herself, putting on the clothing Bruno has come with. A wine-red shirt of his as well as a pair of new boxers and dark grey sweatpants. She’s hesitant with the boxers though the fact that they look … and smell… brand new convinces her to put them on.

Outside the door is Bruno found sitting and waiting like a guard dog. His head skipping thoughts left and right, slight guilt and unsureness roaming the corners of his brain though at some parts wonderous and joyful.

He has only just met this Y/N that Pepa and Felix has talked so godly about and yet now he wishes to spend more than every minute getting to know her. A rapid curiosity that he has yet to have experienced before, exciting his whole heart, making it pump blood faster.

The thoughts bubble.

What does she do with her free time? Is she always at the pond at night? Who’s her friends? Do I know her family? Have I ever met her parents before? What does she think of me? What’s her favorite song? When is she done showering?

It’s as if it was a queue, for in the moment his thought ends Y/N steps out of the door beside him, dressed in his clothing - something was different about her, something he hasn’t seen before. Her face was rushed red, eyes open wide with a glass like look. Embarrassed.

“…  is-is something wrong?” he asks, the curiosity still popping inside his chest.

A minute went by of silence. Her mood and aura have completely changed. She isn’t wearing her weightless and gleeful face.

“No.. no nothing!”

“oh.. oh okay!” He stands up, looking her in the eyes. Big mistake. The same blush infects Bruno’s cheeks fast and leaving him to a stuttering mess, the confidence he had built up completely gone. “uh-“

“Maybe I should… get going”

“Yeah maybe- I mean- Definitely- no – not like that- I mean-“

The awkwardness lays heavy on the conversation.

“Im just… gonna… go..”

“Yeah totally. Mhm.” He nods, his hand sneaking behind his head.

“… yeah… bye-“

“I will see you! … or not! Or- if you want to- I mean-“

And with that, Y/N awkwardly leaves.

That went… great.

“…Who was that?” A voice sounds.

next chapter

[theyassificationofbrunomadrigal]

ok tell me if i shouldnt be gatekeeping bc i dunno if im overstepping but-

im a little tired of just seeing bruno depicted as edgy, sad, sensitive little baby, etc. the word you might want to build off of is “kind.” hes kind, sweet, yeah pretty emotional and definitely a loner but. hes not like. a soft uwu baby. he is so loving and selfless and caring, his family is everything to him and he just has so much love in his heart, but dont just take the one scene of him in his room talking about how his gift wasnt helping and why he left and base him on only that. something i immediately latched onto about his character is that hes very into entertainment, whether its from himself or intaking it. he likes to perform and watch stories unfold. hes an actor, a comedian, a storyteller. hes a very friendly person!! quite shy and definitely an introvert, but he REALLY likes people and making connections with people. id really like to see more content that highlights that!! hes also. not very edgy??? idk why i keep seeing people make him out to be EDGY hes really not??? hes kinda shy and awkward and quirky hes a dork!! you can see in canon he REALLY likes being witty and tries to make jokes (that dont always land) and does silly little character impressions because theyre fun and he knows they could make someone smile or laugh. when you see him at the end of the movie interacting with the townspeople hes very friendly and bright, and you can TELL how awkward he is, hes not exactly the smoothest person, but he really really likes people. i dunno im just rambling yall dont have to take this to heart this is just what ive picked up about him. hes just a goofy lil guy!! hes quirky and a weirdo but very loveable and compassionate. built like a muppet tho

[ravenadottir]

Hey! I’m really thinking about writing some LITG2 fan fiction. I don’t think there’s a lot out there since it’s so new. But I’m thinking about writing a Will fan fic (going the way that we actually wanted it to lol) and kinda rewriting it so that it’s Will instead of Bruno/James. Maybe an frenemies to lovers? Or MC finds him annoying at first but then grows to love him? Im not sure yet. But do you have any tips?

Thank you! I love your account🤍

hello!! you know, these asks about advice get me soft, holy shit!

so, i love the idea of you writing a frenemies-to-lovers with will, since we know he's a slowburn (so far it has been implied he is indeed an end-game option).

i don't know will from the game because i'm not playing the season, but still, i want to help, so these are the tips i want to give you about this specific trope.

writing frenemies or enemies-to-lovers

support roles. you need a good support system for your main characters (oc and will), because that's also how you convey information without doing an info dump on your reader. the friends having an arc goes a long way as well, especially if one of them have feelings for one of the parts (like james or thabi).

banter. it has to stick the landing and be witty as it needs to be stressful for the reader. when i read something that has good, witty responses, even if i know what the final word or phrase is gonna be, i'm still excited to see the delivery.

be mean! it's quite normal to have two people trying to hit where it hurts when having a heated discussion or altercation. don't be afraid to go there with your characters. they can be pulling each other's balls over small things and still have a big impact on the story. which takes me to the next point:

this could be the entryway for them to find conciliation. if someone exaggerated too much on the banter it could potentially hurt the other's feelings, that would go to show both parts do have feelings but they never realize that because the only thing they see is an enemy.

watch some roasts to get inspiration. i did that when i was writing a different piece (that may or may not be released at some point) and it surely helped! i got so many shots fired from both parts that i couldn't stop writing and i had the best time in the process!

you need comedy! don't forget the people around them, they're not just a landscape, they're an audience, and not only to hear the main characters arguing. they're essentially your comical relief, otherwise your story will become tired and stressful without it. think of the people watching them constantly showing expressions like:

when falling in love happens. in my opinion there's more reluctance about admitting that you have feelings for them when you hate each other. it doesn't happen overnight and there's lots of resistance about it, even to admit to themselves that those feelings have changed. which takes me to next point:

awkwardness. this is where the second most fun moment happens, when they're aware about their feelings but still proud enough to not say anything. will or your oc could potentially be staring at the other, stealing glances without noticing, not knowing how to give a good comeback and lose the debate, etc.

building up to something tender. perhaps one of them would say things about how the other chews (or something that annoys them) and suddenly, when in a group scene, they don't say anything. when asked they could respond "it's not that bad i guess" while shrugging. the affection has to happen little by little, otherwise it's too sudden and it feels like we've skipped a few chapters.

eventually, when it happens. again, in my opinion, this is pretty much the end of the story, and of course we want to see the couple being happy, but just because that happened it doesn't mean they can't exchange a shot or two. it could possibly be a turn-on for them, it's up to you to decide.

the one thing i always keep in mind when writing enemies is to pay attention to their body language during those exchanges. they're always tense, feeling flushed and even warm sometimes. you need to define those feelings with a description of the scene instead of telling the reader as it is. be subtle about the hints of agitation in both characters.

use the environment! mugs can be placed on the counter with anger, chairs can be dragged producing an annoying noise, pillows can be chucked with violence, someone can splash the other while jumping into the pool... all those things can play a huge role on your scene so use the space around them.

and i would like to add a little extra here: whenever i write someone angry or upset, they have a little... tick. something specific to them. for instance, i'm writing a guy named ben, who has long and straight hair, and whenever he's nervous he plays with the ends by reaching for them behind his back. when he's mad or about to argue he immediately puts his hair on a bun. find something that can fit with your character's personality and looks and go bunkers with that little tick when they're angry, nervous, sad. once the reader sees that happening they'll associate it with previous moments and immediately know the tone you're going for in that scene.

hope these can be helpful! if you need anything my inbox is always open! 🖤🖤

[brain-amoeba]

I already get a good vibe from your profile oh my god- could I have narancia trying to tell his crush he likes her thank you ❤

hello! thank you so much, i’m so happy that I've passed the vibe check!! here's some orange juice for you! i based this off the song bombastic love by britney spears, so read the lyrics or give it a listen! 

bombastic love . (narancia confessing to a fem crush)

narancia was always a late sleeper, usually the last of bucciarati’s gang to dredge his way out of the bedroom while still wiping the sleep from his eyes. when he started waking up later and later, though his dedicated capo started to worry. 

“narancia--” bruno set a firm hand on his shoulder, causing the shorter man to jump before facing his superior. “b-bruno! is something wrong?” he asked, doing his best to sound alert and awake, despite having barely woken up but a few minutes prior. “narancia, i know you like to sleep, but you’re mistaken if you don’t think i haven’t noticed you waking up later each day. i’m sure you--” 

“bruno, it’s okay, i’ve just, uh, been heading to bed a little late these days. and i know, i know, go to bed sooner. don’t worry, bruno! i’ll be up and at ‘em tomorrow for sure.” narancia interrupted, not giving bucciarati the slightest chance to lecture him for something he just wouldn’t understand. bruno furrowed his brow, giving narancia a warning glare before walking off with a sigh. 

 no, of course he doesn’t understand, because bruno’s not the one seeing visions of you taking his hand while lying under the stars in his sleep, no. bruno’s not the one dreaming of you cupping his cheeks before going in for a kiss, whispering sweet nothings he would do his damndest to remember throughout the day. of course he doesn’t understand, so narancia gave him the most half-assed excuse he could understand--get off my back. 

when it came to you, narancia had only thought of you as a friend, a damn good one at that. you two had amazing chemistry on the battlefront; it was almost as if your stands were tied to each other by the red string of fate. he wasn’t the only one who took notice of that of course. hell, even bruno would be impressed by how well the two of you worked together which is why he started partnering you up on missions more and more. narancia hadn’t really realized, though, that the more time he spent with you--learning about your favorite color all the way to how you ended up alongside him in passione--he developed feelings for you. he simply brushed it off as the fact that since he worked with you the most, you became his closest confidant. 

his subconscious was desperately trying to get a hold of him, trying to make him realize not to compromise his true feelings, the fact that he and you should be--

“nara!!” you eagerly bounded up to him, greeting him with the bright smile he loved so much. “o-oh, y/n! what are you up to?” the faint blush on his cheeks deepened the longer he looked at you. your voice lingered in his head, and for the first time since meeting you, narancia felt nervous around you. why? why now? 

“up to finding you, sleepyhead! i just got this from bucciarati-” you waved a manila folder in front of him which ended up snapping him back from his thoughts--all of you, of course. “oh! what’s this?” you gave him an exasperated look as you landed a playful punch to his chest. “all that sleeping is turning your brain to mush, nara. what else do you think it is?” you waved the folder around again, this time a little too wildly, and its contents fell to the floor with an almost inaudible thump. instinctively, both you and narancia dove for the papers; however, when both of your hands met, he mindlessly entangled his digits with your own smaller ones. “n-nara, it’s okay, i got it--” 

“OH, Y/N, I,” he coughed, trying to calm the rising panic in his voice, “I, uh, didn’t even realize i did that! d-don’t worry about the papers, i-i got it.” his lean figure visibly trembled as he quickly gathered the folder messily, clutching it tightly before his chest to keep the slipping papers from falling once more. “narancia, are you alright?” you asked, noticing the flush coloring his cheeks and the sheen of sweat accruing at his brow. the soft pads of your fingers ghosted along his arm and made all the hairs on hid body stand on end. “y-yes! yes, y/n, i’m fine! don’t worry about me, just a little, uh, sleepy.” 

you blinked at him while trying you hardest not to break into a fit of laughter. “narancia...you’re sleepy?!” narancia took a step back, now holding the folder with two hands. “uh, yeah, i think im g-gonna go splash some cold water on my face,” he took a few steps in the other direction before spinning right back around again, “oh, right! y/n, don’t you need this folder?” 

you barely had a second to even register all that transpired within the last 5 minutes, the sight of the folder being thrust back in your direction snapping you back with a start. “ah, n-no, actually, nara, bruno told me to give it to you. he told me there was something in there he wanted you to get a chance to look over before i did...something about needing you to devise a plan on your own so you can start taking the lead a little more, i dunno.” you shrugged, giving him an awkward smile before you stepped back. “well, uh, i think i’ll leave you to your planning, nara. come get me when you’re done, okay? i’ll just be in my room waiting for you.” before he could say another word you hurriedly found solace in your bedroom. 

you hadn’t noticed the burning in your cheeks and the faint tremor of your hands, but they became achingly apparent the second you shut your door behind you. was nara always that cute? your mind was racing, going a mile a minute. even when he was acting like a total klutz, you couldn’t help but subconcsiously admire the way his raven hair messily framed his face--youthful, yet prettied with age. the way his hand felt around yours lingered on you like a phantom, causing you to slide down your door like a lovesick teen. have you always cherished him this much?

**

meanwhile in the bathroom, narancia splashed his face with freezing cold water nearly 5 times. what the hell was wrong with him?! first those damn dreams, then the way the heat in his cheeks would radiate to his reddened ears when your visage hung in his mind, now the tremble of his voice? “merda, narancia...pull yourself together!” he cursed under his breath. as he crashed back upon his bed with a groan, his violet gaze met with the folder lying limp on the bedside table; of course, he forgot to even see what the hell bruno’s deal was. taking the lead? planning without his partner? it made less and less sense the more he replayed your words in his mind--though, that could be because he was too focused on remembering the harmony that was the sound your voice. 

with an exasperated sigh, narancia sat up and leaned over to snatch the folder, emptying its contents carelessly across the bed. “cosa diavolo sta succedendo?!*” in his tremblng hands was--bruno’s credit card? and with a note attached: 

“narancia, 

i see the way you smile aorund y/n, the way you lose yourself in her gaze and your undeniable dedication to her partnership. i think your oversleeping will resolve itself once you finally take the lead. 

take her out tonight--that’s an order.

-bruno.” 

narancia nearly fainted. too much was happening and too many thoughts raced into his mind as he struggled to even hold the card still enough to remove the sticky note. “so a date..he wants me to ask her on a date--” 

“nara?” 

narancia’s head snapped to the doorway, and seeing your figure frozen in the doorway made his blood run cold. when the hell did you get there? “y/n! wh-what’s up?” he asked, the tremor of his voice only making your own panic worsen. “uh, i came to see h-how you’re doing, but...who are you asking on a date? i-if you dont mind me asking!” your heart pounded in your chest as your mind pleaded not to hear another girl’s name, not to hear anyone but you. narancia glanced back to the note-- take her out, that’s an order--then back to you. “uh, y/n...” he set the card aside, getting up to close the distance between the two of you, then gently held both of your hands.

 “n-nara, i--!” he shushed you, thumb gliding gently across the back of your hand. “y/n...i’m going to take the lead now. i’m going to make sure you never have a doubt in your mind about my next move ever again!” with newfound confidence he gave your hands a careful squeeze, before continuing, “y/n, cara...well, there’s no better way for me to say this, but,” your heart burned with desire, trembling body nearly melting as narancia took you into his surprisingly strong embrace. 

“i love you, y/n. and i want to show you just how much i love you...how does tonight sound, carina?”

*what the hell is going on?

[blueluneacy]

Anything to You

.Hahaaaa It’s the third place vote fic. I did it.

It’s a Bruno/Reader, hella

Word Count: 2.6k

Also on AO3

Warnings: bondage, slight power play, u call him capo, not sfw im not sure what else u expect from me

“They say that silk used to be highly coveted. That it was worn by royalty and all that.” You smiled, trying to make light conversation as your lover slowly and carefully started to tie your arms. This felt so awkward, it was shocking that you even suggested in retrospect. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to try something like this, quite the contrary, you just never thought your lover would agree. Bruno tended to be the worrying type, soft and gentle, preferring things that helped him relax rather than this. You knew he worked hard to protect others, you didn’t want to make him feel responsible for you. But when you brought it up in jest, Bruno seemed to jump on the opportunity, happy to oblige your request. You wondered if he was doing this just to please you, or if he actually wanted to. 

“Well, then it seems like the perfect fit for you.” Bruno teased, leaving you just to giggle as you shook your head.

“Oh, you’re too sweet to me, darling. If it wasn’t so hot in this damned city, I’d say you should wear it all the time. I still don’t know how you spend all that time in that damned suit.” You replied, giving back the same teasing voice he gave to you. It was nice how the two of you could have a banter like this while you were literally being tied to your bedpost. 

“It isn’t so bad, really. Plus, I thought you liked my suits.” He replied, leaving you just to giggle as his hands let go of the siken ropes. You pulled a bit, testing to see about the knots. They were tight, although you should probably expect as much from a sailor’s son. 

“I do, but I like to see you without it too. But seriously, I would be sweating on a constant if I wore what you did.” You chuckled, before sighing and just leaning your head back into the pile of pillows Bruno had set up to make sure that you were comfortable. You swallowed a bit, glancing over at your lover. “I, um… I’m ready whenever you are.” You replied, watching as Bruno’s face softened just a bit, smiling down at you.

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at all.” He cooed, beginning to slip off his own clothing. You cooed as you watched him undress, your eyes glancing over those tattoos you so loved to run your fingers over, the collarbone you loved to press kisses on, the way Bruno’s hair just almost fell into the way of his eyes. Your own eyes met his blue ones, and for a moment you could see that he was blushing, taking in your own gaze. It was sort of cute that Bruno got embarrassed over being looked at by you. I mean, it wasn’t as though this was all things you haven’t seen before, but he still acted as though it was his first time. 

But finally, Bruno was undressed, moving over to you swiftly as he crawled on top of you. You chuckled a bit as you felt his breath against your neck before he pressed his lips there, moving lower down to your collarbone. You idly twisted your wrists just a little bit, just to see what your exact range of movement was. You were a bit distracted by it, only to be brought back by Bruno’s teeth pressing into your flesh just so. You gasped, looking over to him and watching as he pulled up to give you a satisfied grin.

“I’d hate for you to get distracted, my love.” He cooed, reaching over to run a hand through your hair, his gaze warm and loving. “I want you to keep your eyes on me. I want to be able to look up and see those beautiful eyes of yours.” He cooed, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. You giggled just the slightest bit, craning your head to try and catch his lips against yours, but to no avail. He pulled away and went back to pressing gentle kisses on your neck as his hands found themselves moving slowly down your waist to your hips, squeezing just the slightest bit. You gasped at the slight pressure, tilting your head to the side to try and grant Bruno more access. You shivered as you heard him let out a small growl. It wasn’t typical of your lover, leaving you confused, but still a bit turned on from it.

“Oh? Do you want me to be more rough with you, then? Was that the goal of all of this?” Bruno’s voice was low, dripping with a lust that told you that he was only barely holding himself, and god you did not want him to. Bruno was alway so reserved with you, his touch gentle and his words loving, that it felt enticing, almost taboo for him to be anything but. And god, there really was something sweet about biting into the forbidden fruit.

“Bruno, I want you to do whatever you please to me like this.” You purred out, a small smirk climbing across your face, only to be quickly wiped out and Bruno bit down at your neck. You let out a small moan, trying to glance over at your lover. When he finally granted you that right, it was when Bruno pulled away from your neck and let his lips crash into yourself, his entire presence demanding your submission. You happily parted your lips for your lover, ceding any control over the kiss to relish in how Bruno’s body had started to press against yours, how you could feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You moaned as Bruno’s teeth dug into your lower lip, his nails dug your flesh he moved to mark you up.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? Absolutely beautiful.” Bruno couldn’t stop himself from murmuring praises to you as he pressed bruising kisses up and down your neck, making sure that there would be absolutely no way to hide the marks. “I’m so lucky you’re all mine. I won’t ever be letting you go.” Bruno’s words were enough to make heat really start to pool in your gut as you attempted to press your legs together. But, Bruno just hummed and pressed his knee in between your legs, just a bit of a mischievous smirk on his lips.

“Oh, tesoro. I thought you said I could do whatever I want? You shouldn’t hide yourself away so I don’t know what all my options are.” He hummed, his hands trailing down from your hips to gently grab your thighs, squeezing them playfully before spreading your legs wide. You felt your face heat up as you saw Bruno looking over you, realizing just how turned on from all of this you were. It was your turn to be bashful about all this, gulping as you saw Bruno stand up and make his way over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lubricant and squeeze a good helping onto his hands.

“Well, I should at least prepare mio amore beforehand, shouldn’t I?” He asked before slowly, achingly pressing two fingers inside you to stretch you out. “I want you nice and prepared for me when I take you, after all. You need me badly, don’t you, amato?” Bruno’s voice was so smooth as he pressed up against you, practically whispering in your ear before leaning in to nip just the slightest bit.

“Y-Yes, Bruno, please, need you, fuck, feels so goood…” You were shocked to find your voice shaky, soft and whimpering for your lover as he added another finger.

“I know, I know, but be patient, dear. Let me fuck you with my fingers so you’ll be nice and ready for your Capo’s cock.” Bruno didn’t pick up on what he said until you questioned it, gasping out to him.

“C-Capo?” Your words made Bruno’s eyes widen as he froze up, starting to pull away as he tried to apologize.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry mio tesoro, I didn’t mean to say something that would upset you, I-” Bruno went on, and you knew that if you didn’t stop him now, it might not only be the end of the evening, but the end of this sort of thing happening all together. Maybe Bruno saw it as unprofessional, but it was hot when he pulled rank in the bedroom, and you did say you wanted Bruno to do whatever he wanted, right? So in the middle of his rambling, you arched you back to try and get just a little closer, interrupting him. You were still mad at how light your voice sounded, but alas.

“C-Capo, please… Don’t stop…” You whined, stopping Bruno in his tracks. He paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath, calming down. He was a mixture of shocked and relieved that you were enjoying this. He moved his fingers once more, leaving you to let out a small pleased moan, on the verge of mewling for your Capo.

“Don’t worry, amore, just let your Capo take care of you…” He hummed, leaving you just to whine as you thrashed around just the slightest bit.

“P-Please, n-need more. Give me more, need you Bruno, please!” You whined. While Bruno’s fingers were nice, they definitely weren’t enough, not when you could feel Bruno’s cock pressing up against you. 

“Impatient thing. What is it? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to pound you until you forget your own name?” No matter what you said in response to that, Bruno could easily be able to know the answer by the way you clenched down on his fingers. But still, you answered him honestly, trying to arch up your hips to get some sort of sympathy for your condition.

“Y-Yes, please, Capo… Want to feel you so bad, I need you right now.” You whined, grinning just the slightest bit once Bruno’s fingers pulled out from inside you and he grabbed at your hips. Even if your Capo was in control, you were very apt at getting what you wanted. You let out a small sigh as you felt Bruno line up to your entrance, grinding against you. You tried to wrap your legs around Bruno in an attempt to pull him closer, over for him to dig his nails into your hips in a way that made you yelp. 

“Now now, be good. I suppose I should've tied those legs of yours too. Maybe I should stop and tie them now...” Bruno started to pull away, leaving you to cry out and thrash a bit just to bring your lover closer.

“Nooo, Capo, please. I’ll be good, I promise, just please. I need you right now…” You pleaded, leaving Bruno just to smirk as he leaned back in, his face hovering over yours just so.

“Do you promise to be good for me? Just let me take care of mio tesoro.” He told you. Although you pouted just the slightest bit, you relented and leaned your head back, doing your best to relax in Bruno’s grasp. Fine, you supposed that he could have his way this time. Bruno just hummed, taking in your submissive posture for a moment before finally pressing into you, slowly and tenderly. You moaned as you felt your lover open you up, stretching you as your own sounds wove in with his. Bruno groaned as his grip on you got bruisingly tight, his hold possessive as he tried to hold himself back from absolutely devouring you. 

“So… God, you’re wonderful. Please, let me move, amore, I want to make you feel heavenly.” Bruno’s voice was low, a breathy quality to it that told you he was using all of his effort to hold himself back, leaving you only to nod and dig your nails into your palms, looking up at your lover with watery eyes.

“P-Please, Bruno, need you… I need you so bad, I’m begging you…” Your words were enough to make Bruno finally let go of his composure just a bit, pulling out of you until just the tip remained inside, before ramming back inside of you. You mewled at the harsh feeling, Bruno taking up a slow but harsh pace as he fucked you, with nowhere to grab onto and try to find some sort of perchance. 

“That’s it, you’re perfect like this. All mine, il mio bellissimo angelo, Ti amo, ti adoro…” Bruno was practically murmuring into your ear, his voice husky and low, as if he were gasping for air while trying to fuck you. You just whined and grabbed at the sheets that you could reach, clenching them as your body clamped down on Bruno, trying to bring him in deeper, enticing him for more. You moaned, biting onto your lip as you tried to look at your lover. The way he was hovering over you made his hair fall to the sides of his face like a shroud, his lips so close to yours, yet so so far.

“I love you too, please Bruno, I love you so much, more than anything.” You told him, Bruno just smiling the slightest bit before bridging the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours as his hips moved a bit faster, trying to bring the two of you closer to your eventual end. You mewled into the kiss, letting your Capo bite and nip at your lips before taking control pushing his tongue into your mouth like a man starved. You could tell that you were coming close to your end, the coil in your belly threatening to snap any moment now, but you held yourself back, wanting to finish at the same time Bruno did. You wanted to be good for him, even still.

“Mmf, I love you, please, you’re so wonderful, caro, let me finish inside you, please…” Bruno could barely pull himself away from the kiss to speak, moving back in as soon as he got his words out, leaving you to do your best to nod as Bruno’s thrusts stuttered, his nails digging into you as he bottomed out, his brushing against your sweet spot enough to push you over the edge. You threw your head back and moaned, Bruno quickly joining you as you felt a heat start to pool inside of you, the two of you grinding against each other to help ride out your respective orgasms. 

The two of you laid like that for a moment, Bruno quickly pressing his weight on top of you as he let himself soften inside of you, your own vision getting hazy as sleep tugged at the back of your mind. After a few moments, Bruno pulled out, watching for a moment as his cum dripped out from inside of you, leaving you to shudder. He chuckled just the slightest bit, pulling himself up to start to undo the tight knots around your wrists as you regained your bearings.

“Are you alright, do you need anything?” Bruno asked, his harsher demeanor melting away for something softer, leaving you just to smile as your wrists were untied, rubbing them gently to try and regain feeling.

“You.” You chuckled, moving to wrap your arms around your Bruno and pull him into bed. “We can clean up later, I just want to be next to you right now…” You mumbled. Bruno just smiled, getting cozy as you cuddled up next to him, laying your head on his chest.

“Of course, my dear. I would never deny you that.” He told you. You let your eyes close as you listened to Bruno’s heartbeat, warm and safe with your lover. You finally let sleep take hold of you, unconcerned with anything that might happen while you dreamed.

Even if you let Bruno do anything to you, you knew that he would always protect you.

[utenthy]

uuuuuuuuu more. more we need more... 35 38 and 41.....

35. a character you relate to

PANNACOTTA FUGO. hard stop. holy shit this kid. i relate to him so much it isn’t even funny everything about his character is so REAL. i am not going to get into it in depth but know that i have fugo complexes and problems

i also really really relate to kakyoin. yes i kin so what

38. characters you wish would interact

OH HMM. for positive reasons i think i would really really love to see jotaro and giorno interact. i think it could be really interesting. because even though he avoided going there to meet him, i think he would have a lot of softness in his heart for giorno if he were to meet him. 4taro is gentle with the kids in diu and he’s mellowed so much with age i think he could be a really good figure to look up to for giorno. giorno’s rolemodels are prettyyyyy dodgy and i think it would be good for giorno to meet someone who also underwent a lot at a young age and was able to grow into somebody not still stuck entirely in violence and whos been able to build some life for himself (even though his ptsd does still have a decaying effect on it... such as his divorce...) i think jotaro is a better example of what he could become (someone following his passions outside of stands and is calm and gentle) rather than bruno (someone who died for the same violence that took his childhood and never got to really grow out of it). at the least i think he could give some sage advice about being part of the wacky joestar bloodline. also i think jotaro’s hesitation to use the world shows that even he fears his own similarities to dio, and thus might be able to comfort giorno on that topic. please jotaro giorno bonding moment

for negative reasons i want kakyoin to interact with rohan because i want to see him get knocked down a peg. i want him to rob his house

41. a relationship between two characters you like

i really enjoy the dynamic between bruno and fugo. it’s probably my favorite to meditate upon in the series. i really wish araki had expanded on it more!! but im perfectly willing to do so MYSELF. bruno’s relationship with each of the kids is so compelling because i think at some point (at least with fugo and mista) they will have to reconcile the understanding that bruno recruiting them so young was possibly wrong and pretty harmful with their honest to god worship and deep love for bruno. but fugo in particular was only 13 when he joined and immediately became bruno’s right hand man. i think they see each other as family and at first bruno sees fugo as a younger version of himself and therefore his own self sacrificial nature (I COULD HANDLE THIS VIOLENCE AT HIS AGE so im sure he can too) clouds his perception of fugo. bruno for all his saintliness let kids sacrifice themselves for his sake because he was so deluded and certain that he as a traumatized child could never have a normal life again. and therefore neither could any of the others. but all this said i think they deeply care for one another. they spent so long together working and living and it was just their own little dysfunctional duo for a year. i like to think about 17 year old awkward gang member bruno trying hard to be intimidating and his little 13 year old glorified secretary is behind him GROWLING like a dog infinitely more scary than he could ever be. i think about fugo getting back from polpo’s test upset out of his mind and bruno listlessly trying to comfort him. buccellati it’s just like i told you im a monster im bad inside we can’t work together i don’t want to hurt you. no fugo no it’s ok no you’re not. (crazy 13 year old who hates themself voice) I AMMMMMM!!!!! poor bruno the worlds most down on their luck 17 year old single parent to a child with problems disorder

[theladysexpistol]

JOKES ON YOU IM DOING A SFW ASK NOW! Ok so yeah, Bucci gang's reaction to the reader coming out a bi? I kind would prefer it to be platonic if thats ok with you. You can make it romantic if you want tho

Yeah platonic is like totally cool with me if that’s how you prefer it!

Also sorry if I get off on a tangent idk if u noticed I’m also raging bisexual so idk I feel like I might end up projecting a lil LMAO

Trish is also included in this one! One big bi disaster wlw mood tonight

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Giorno

- Giorno is pretty open and accepting of anyone he deems to have a good heart, and incredibly aware of the feelings of others around him. If you’re debating between coming out or not, he’ll pick up on something instantly.

- He’ll push you to talk to him about it, but reassure you that if it’s that personal you don’t have to. He’s just worried about your happiness, as someone he cares about.

- I really headcanon Giorno as being non-binary or gender fluid or just not really defined by any gender term, so he’d be happy if you confide in him that you’re bisexual because you’re figuring yourself out and becoming more confident in your own skin.

Bruno

- Bruno is incredibly protective of the people he cares about. If you’re unhappy he’ll move heaven and hell to make you feel better.

- When he notices you’ve got something on your mind, he gently takes you aside and tells you in a very soft voice that you can always come to him with any concerns. When you tell him it’s something personal rather than about the group, he understands, and puts no pressure on you.

- Should you come out to Bruno, he’ll be very supportive. He’ll remind you that you can come to him about anything and if you need anything to simply ask. You are a member of his family, and nothing is going to change that.

Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is the type of person where this goes like: “Hey, Leone, can I tell you something personal? I think I’m attracted to both girls and guys.” “Yeah, I knew that. What about it?”

- Like he always knows everyone’s sexuality without them having to tell him and no one has any idea how

- He is also the easiest to talk to for any mental struggles related to your sexuality. Like I said before he gets mental health better than anyone because of his depression, so he’s a great ear for you.

Mista

- Okay I swore I would try really hard not to insert the fact that I basically headcanon every JoJo character as bi into this but I headcanon Mista as bisexual so bad it physically hurts me not to mention it. So.

- He’s fucking obnoxious as hell when you come out to him, constantly teasing you and trying to guess who you like and if you’re more into girls or guys. He’ll walk down the streets with you and ask which strangers you think are hot and will point out his own.

- Reminds you constantly he will wingman for you. Gives you pickup lines. If you’re really close he likes to talk about the stuff that makes him attracted to guys vs attracted to girls. You don’t have to do so in return if you don’t want to. He’s just talkative and horny.

- The best thing about this is that Mista really normalizes being bisexual.

Narancia

- When you pull Narancia aside to tell him he thinks you’re upset and immediately offers to shank a bitch for you. You’re appreciative but assure him it’s not like that.

- Narancia is of course really happy for you. He’s enthusiastic and will listen to whatever you want to say. Might ask questions or chime in on what you think is attractive or whatnot.

- Also offers to wingman like Mista but is less obnoxious. Will constantly pester you to tell him who you like. If it’s someone else in the Bucci gang he’ll swear not to tell them but he still probably blurts it out anyway. He means well though!

Fugo

- Fugo is very surprised when you come out to him. He doesn’t ever expect to be that person for anyone. He’s flattered that you think so highly of him, honestly.

- He’s not much of a gossiper, so he’s more like Abbacchio as a good support system to come to with problems. He’ll always lend you an ear.

- He’s a little awkward with some advice though. Relationships and sexuality are surely not his forte but he’ll always try his best to help you out.

Trish

- Trish loves to gossip with you and she’s always pestering you about who you like. Most of the group is so attractive, she’s sure you like one of them. When instead of revealing a crush, you reveal you’re bisexual, Trish finds it really sweet.

- She’ll beg to know your type for guys and girls. She might try to hook you up with someone, but not if you’re uncomfortable.

- She might ask a lot of questions, but they’re all good-natured. Maybe she’s exploring her own sexuality. She honestly is a little jealous you’re comfortable enough with yourself now, but mostly happy for you.

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

Would anyone be interested if I wrote a Bruno x F!reader with a really soft-awkward-nose booping-first time?

[gifti3]

honey

ayy im back again with another jjba and game crossover! I’ve had this idea for awhile and I’m finally getting most of it out of my system now!

It’s pretty much huniepop but with jjba characters, and Bruno is your love fairy! so yea warning this is 18+  ——

Summary:  You’ve never sexted before but no worries cause your love fairy Bruno’s here to help!

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You sat on your bed, staring at your phone, putting every single brain cell  to work. You were texting one of the many people you were currently fooling around with.

Bruno places his chin on your shoulder as he reads what you’ve typed so far.

He tuts at what he sees. “You aren’t very good at this…”

You huff. “Well, it’s not like I’ve ever sexted before!”

And you were only in this situation because of this man–er fairy!

You had met him about 2 weeks ago in the lounge bar near your apartment. That day had been stressful and you decided to go out to unwind and maybe meet someone new. Unfortunately, the moment you had arrived in the bar, your body decided to get cold feet, as usual. So you sat at the bar and began ordering drinks, keeping to yourself.

You had only been two drinks in when a man had approached you–Bruno. He had a disguise on, but you hadn’t known that at the time. The way he approached you was kind of strange, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you were grateful since you were planning to stay in the same bar seat the whole night. 

He tried to flirt with you, but you totally failed at properly reciprocating. However, he still smiled and looked at you for a couple of seconds. “I think I can make this work.” 

After uttering that strange and somewhat curious statement, he left. You simply shrugged it off and continued to drink to help get over your disappointment.

You were sure you wouldn’t see that same man again, but later the next day he showed up in your room! Wig gone and with intricate, lacy looking wings, he looked like something otherworldly and straight out of a fairy tale. 

That day you learned that he wasn’t actually a man but a fairy, a love fairy to be more specific. He told you he was there to help you seduce as many people as possible and get into their beds as quickly as possible.

It was a strange experience, to say the least, and you were honestly still trying to completely process it.

You focus on the message on your phone, back in the present.

Bruno chuckles in that stupid attractive way that makes you feel kind of giddy. He flitters his wings before moving away from you. “Okay, let me help then.”

He snaps his fingers and you start levitating about a foot off the bed. 

“B-Bruno?”

The man doesn’t reply as he positions himself in the spot you were sitting. Once he’s settled, you float down and land on his lap.

You wiggle a bit on top of him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, amore.” He gently pulls you against him. “Now let’s start over.” He deletes everything you typed so far.

“I’m not going to just do this for you outright, but I’ll try to push you in the right direction. I still want you to learn.”

You groan. It really felt like you were being tutored at times.

“This person doesn’t know how to be subtle. What would be the best approach for someone like this?”

You think for a second. “Uh…to be straightforward too?”

“No. Well not yet. Try teasing them first, it’s more fun that way.” As he finishes that thought, he smiles mischievously and begins dragging the fingers of one of his hands along your side, giving you goosebumps.

You gulp and try to ignore the fairy’s caresses and type something simple. “Is this okay?”

“Oh? What exactly do you mean by that winky face,” Bruno reads.

You feel embarrassed hearing it out loud .

“That’s cute, but it could be better.”

You pout, something you were doing a lot ever since Bruno appeared in your life. “This is too hard Bruno.”

Bruno was still touching you. It was a nice feeling but distracting. “It might seem like that at first, but you need to keep going.”

You try again and type ‘oh ur going to give it to me? how exactly?’

Bruno hums approvingly. “Good. How would my cute human like it?”

You blink. “…I guess slowly?”

He places his chin on your shoulder, looking pleased. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

You stare at your phone screen so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact. You could feel your heartbeat picking up in your chest and you knew he could feel it too. 

Bruno tended to act like this when he got a bit too excited but today he didn’t seem to be trying very hard to hold back.

Your phone vibrates in your hand. “Bruno you’re supposed to be helping me,” you complain.

“I am amore. I’m just taking a more direct approach.” He looks at the reply you had gotten on your phone screen.

as fast as you want it ;p

“So they like it when you lead. Tell them exactly what you want…Maybe throw a pet name in there too.”

You did as he said and, when he gives you the okay, hit send. Bruno was really good at his job when he wasn’t messing with you. All this was second nature to him.

His lips brush lightly against your ear. “Do you like it when I call you pet names amore?”

Before you could reply, your phone vibrates again. That was quick. You raise your eyebrows as you read the extremely explicit message. “Holy shit.”

“They’re probably gonna start wanting pictures soon so we might as well beat them to the punch. But I’m assuming you’ve never sent nudes.” He paused for a moment. “I wouldn’t recommend it unless you’re 100% sure.”

“I want to,” you say.

“Okay, you should keep it a little tasteful. It’ll definitely drive this person crazy.” Bruno starts fiddling with your bra before unhooking it. “Take this off.”

With some awkward movements, you remove your bra from under your shirt and toss it to the side.

Bruno goes back to caressing your sides before moving his hands onto your chest. He softly drags his fingertips across your hardening nipples.

You close your eyes and completely relax against him. You hated when he teased you like this but it felt good.

“Don’t get too relaxed. You still need to send a picture.”

Slightly frowning, you open your camera app. Your texting partner won’t be able to see Bruno so you don’t bother moving from your comfortable spot.

You snap a photo of yourself, your nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your shirt.

You type a short message.

“You’re quickly improving,” Bruno said.

You take that as an okay to send. 

Bruno presses a kiss on your neck and you shiver when you feel him lick a stripe up your neck.

Bruno purrs. “You taste fantastic.”

He places his hands near your inner thighs. “I bet you taste even better here.” He hand moves towards your warm center and you spread your legs wider for him.

Your phone vibrates but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to check.

Bruno nips at your ear. “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t keep any of your targets waiting.”

You reluctantly look at your phone. You had received a lewd photo. Definitely, much more revealing than yours. “W-What do I do now?”

“What do you think of the picture they sent?”

You decide to be straightforward. “Well, they have a nice body and it makes me feel excited.”

“Reply with something similar to that,” Bruno says.

After you send the reply, Bruno suggests you remove your bottoms and helps you pull them off.

The moment you’re back in his lap his hands are back on you. Bruno massages you through your blue panties. You push your hips insistently against his hand.

“You should send a photo of yourself like this,” Bruno tells you.

You purse your lips. This was beginning to frustrate you, but you hurry and take a photo of yourself, making sure to angle the phone to mainly focus on your lower half.

A wet spot was beginning to form on the blue cloth.

You type i hope blues ur favorite color ;) and send.

Bruno laughs at your message. “Are you sure you haven’t sexted before?” He pushes his hands past the elastic band of your underwear.

He brushes his fingers against your slit before spreading you open and teasing your wet entrance.

Your entrance clenches, begging for more friction and heat.

You turn your head towards Bruno’s face, desperation in your eyes “Please, more.”

“What exactly do you want more of? I’m just helping you with your sexts.”

If you could think more clearly you would yell at him. But apparently, Bruno was feeling generous today and moved his fingers to your swollen and sensitive clit and begins rubbing.

“I like how little it takes to get you like this,” he says huskily into your ear.

You moan in reply.

He stops his movement and slowly pushes a finger into your entrance. His other hand cups your breast and begins kneading. 

He kisses your cheek and you turn your head towards his. He presses his soft lips against yours and you immediately let him push his tongue pass your lips. You could feel him grinding his hips against your ass.

He slips another finger in and begins to thrust into you faster. The sound of him pushing against your wet walls filling your quiet room.

Soon enough you begin repeatedly tighten against Bruno’s slender fingers–the warm feeling in your lower stomach beginning to overwhelm you–and pull away to catch your breath. 

Your back pushes against his firm chest. “C-Close, don’t stop.”

“Where are your manners tesoro?.” He sounded a bit out of breath himself.

“Pl…Please Bruno”, you say before he could edge you.

“That’s better.” Bruno’s other hand begins rubbing against your clit and with a couple more thrusts of his fingers your body tenses, toes curl, and you moan as your climax washes over you.

Bruno’s fingers continue to work you through your orgasm, thrusting in and out of your throbbing pussy.

As you come down, you try to slow your breathing.

After a while, Bruno breaks the silence. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that…I got carried away. You need to answer your messages.”

You couldn’t care less about that right now.

And yea you might have just came, but you were already ready to keep going and you needed–wanted to be closer with this satyromaniac.

You turn towards him on all fours. Your hand moves up his thigh nearing the obvious bulge that had been pressing against you.

Bruno softly grabs your wrist “Sorry y/n but you haven’t earned this yet.” His face seemed like he was internally struggling.

He gives you a peck on the lips before moving from off the bed. He looks at his watch. “And there’s some business I need to attend to. You should answer those messages.”

With a final “Stay sexy and keep it classy” he was gone.

You stare at the now empty space. “You bastard!”

Keep it classy your ass! Crossing your arms, you fall back into your bed. 

You look at the multiple messages you had not been paying attention to.

i wish i was there with you

can i come over right now??

…hello?

Oops. Well, you’d make sure to make it up to them later.

You sigh.

That fairy really blue balled himself.

[hurtfm]

                                          〔  MADISON BAILEY, 22, CIS FEMALE 〕                                         ╰  TROYE KENNEDY  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  APOLLO  who  was  claimed  three  months  ago ?  i’ve  heard  chiron  say  that  she  is  PASSIONATE & WARM ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they’d  say  they’re  MEDDLESOME & NAIVE .  i’d  say  they  remind  me  of  hearing  whispers  in  the  wind  that  no  one  else  seems  to  notice ,   leaving  kiss  marks  on  a  love letter ,   quietly  humming  while  doing  chores ,  especially  since  they’re  FOR THE NEW CABINS .       

hello  beans !   i’m  weachy   &   this  right  here  is  troye  kennedy .   she  is  a  brand  spankin’  new  muse   &   i’m  so  excited  to  figure  her  out  as  time  goes  on !   however ,   what  i  do  know  about  her  is  under  the  cut .   trigger  warning  for  slight  mentions  of  injury   &   excessive  rambling  as  i  truthfully  don’t  know  when  to  shut  up   ––   like  right  now !   anyways ,   as  always ,   if  you  would  like  to  plot  with  her ,   go  ahead  and   press  that  little  heart  to  the  side   &   i’ll  snake  into  your  ims !   i’m  so  excited  to  be  here  and  join  all  of  you !

full name :  troye  brightly  kennedy date  of  birth :  march  18th ,  1998   (  making  her  a  pisces  ) gender :   cis  female pronouns :  she / her sexual  orientation :  bisexual  /  biromantic goldy  parent  :  apollo  (  god of music ,  poetry ,  healing ,  medicine ,  archery  ) family  :  apollo  (  father  )  ,  tawni  kennedy  (  mother  )  ,  brother  wc  up  on  the  main . playlist :  aint  no  sunshine  (  bill  withers  )  ,  sweet  creature  (  harry  styles  )  ,  talking  to  the  moon  (  bruno  mars  )  ,  i  hope  you  dance  (  lee  ann  womack  )  ,  &  dust  to  dust  (  the  civil  wars  ) influences : jenny  humphrey  (  gossip  girl  /  solely  season  one  jenny  no  other  jenny’s  exist  to  me  )  ,  maria  (  from  the  song  maria  maria  by  carlos  santana  )  ,  nadia  shanaa  (  elite  )  ,  &  donna  sheridan  (  mamma  mia  )   tropes :  ingenue  &  girl  next  door pinterest :  linked  here !

01 .  past .

   troye’s  like  was  everything  ordinary  half  a  year  ago .   well ,  as  ordinary  as  it  came .   she  had  an  older  brother   &   a  mother   &   they  lived  in  uptown ,   a  chicago  suburb .   there  wasn’t  much  talk  about  her  and  her  brother’s  fathers .   they’d  always  known  they  were  half  siblings ,   but  any  attempt  to  ask  their  mother  about  them ,   they  were  quickly  shut  down .   by  the  time  both  of  them  were  in  school ,   it  seemed  as  though  life  had  gotten  much  harder .   it  was  extremely  hard  for  them  to  focus ,   and  they  figured  the  dyslexia  was  a  trait  passed  down  by  their  mother .

   school  was  absolutely  difficult  for  troye .   she  wasn’t  interested  in  math  or  history   &   she  sure  as  hell  struggled  in  most  active  parts  of  her  schooling .   however ,   in  music  class ,   it  was  almost  as  if  the  music  moved  her ,   she  swayed  and  felt  the  notes  in  her  bones .   almost  as  if  listening  to  music  gave  her  the  energy  to  survive  a  strenuous  day .   as  she  went  through  school ,   making  her  do  her  homework  was  like  pulling  teeth ,   but  place  a  guitar  in  her  hand  and  she’d  go  on  for  days .

   as  for  her  mother ,   she  was  gone  quite  a  bit .   she  was  raising  two  children  on  her  own   &   had  to  provide  for  them  as  well  as  her  elderly  mother .   so  when  troye  was  not  struggling  through  school ,   she  was  typically  playing  music  for  her  grandmother  and  doing  other  adult  /   motherly  things  around  the  house .   by  the  time  she  was  twelve ,   she  could  have  been  classified   as  a  master  chef .

   only  six  months  ago  did  she  notice  an  extreme   (  what  she  thought  was  a  change  )   in  behavior .   she  had  barely  graduated  high  school   &   college  wasn’t  exactly  something  she  desired  to  complete .   instead ,   she  spent  her  time  volunteering  at  a  children’s  home  when  her  mother  and  brother  were  off  working .   she  took  her  grandmother  with  her ,   and  would  sing  songs  and  tell  stories  and  help  them  with  all  things  she  was  confident  in   ––   poetry  &  music .   however ,  one  incident  occurred  with  a  child .   unknowingly ,   she  held  the  child  and  began  to  sing .   when  the  child’s  scrapes  and  bruises  were  completely  gone ,   she  truthfully  didn’t  know  what  to  think .

   that  night ,   she  confronted  her  mother  with  her  new  found  knowledge .   it  was  only  then  that  she’d  come  forward  with  the  truth .   troye  was  a  demi  god   &   her  father  was  apollo .   troye  had  less  than  three  months  to  handle  this  new  found  knowledge  and  research  and  read  things  about  her  father  before  she  was  claimed  by  him   &   started  attending  camp .   as  a  new  camper ,   she  has  no  idea  what  she’s  getting  herself  into .

02 .  present .

  it’s  been  three  months  jam  packed  with  learning  the  knowledge  of  demi  gods   &   learning  of  the  issues  that  camp  half  blood  held .   it  seemed  obvious  to  her   ––   being  all  inclusive  was  only  fair   ––   besides ,   why  wish  troubles  on  those  just  because  you  dealt  with  them ?   she’d  never  blinked  at  the  possibility  that  not  everyone  she  be  treated  fairly .

   over  the  last  three  months ,   troye  has  been  working  on  learning  about  her  gifts  that  she  didn’t  know  about  before   (  or  didn’t  make  a  connection  to  )   she  realized  she  was  a  demi  god .   she  focused  on  the  medicine  aspect  of  her  powers   as  well  as  further  into  the  explanation  as  to  how  she  was  able  to  heal  that  child .   also ,  very  recently ,   she’s  taken  up  archery ,   and  discovering  her  gifts  with  that .   despite  never  really  being  an  active  child  and  rather  a  creative  mind ,   she  has  chosen  to  take  all  of  her  gifts  and  run  with  them ,   to  excel  and  express  herself  through  all  of  them .

03 .  personality .

   the  best  way  to  describe  her  personality  is  through  the  song  maria  maria  by  carlos  santana .   she  would  happily  give  the  clothes  off  her  back  for  anyone  she  passed  and  has  spent  the  past  twenty - two  years  of  her  life  doing  just  that .   she’d  rather  spend  her  entire  life  volunteering  and  helping  other’s  than  get  an  ounce  of  credit  for  anything  she’s  done .

   still ,   at  camp  half  blood ,   she  is  overly  protective  and  mother  like  to  anyone  she’s  met  so  far .   kind ,   down  to  earth ,   and  gentle  seem  to  be  the  most  common  phrases  people  use  to  describe  her .   fighting  is  not  her  specialty  and  something  she  definitely  does  not  excel  in  at  camp  half  blood  but  she’s  determined  to  work  on  it .   despite  her  gentle  spirit ,   being  upbeat  is  not  really  her  style .   she  is  more  of  the  type  to  have  a  soft  spoken  voice  and  only  say  what  needs  to  be  said  rather  than  filing  awkward  silences  with  words .

04 .  instances  of  her  powers  in  every  day  life .

looking  back  on  it  and  knowing  the  truth ,   troye  can’t  picture  how  she  didn’t  put  it  together :

   archery  expertise   –––   this  was  the  last  puzzle  piece  she  put  together .   it  wasn’t  exactly  an  archery  past  that  she  remembered ,   but  more  so  how  great  she’s  been  at  darts  her  whole  life .   they  had  a  dart  board  in  her  house  for  a  short  amount  of  time .   (   a  boyfriend  of  her  mother’s  had  moved  in  and  it  was  something  he  enjoyed   )  .   she’d  never  lost  when  they  played ,   and  looking  back  now  her  expertise  in  aim  definitely  aided  that .    vitakinesis   –––   this  was  described  in  an  above  section .    audiokinesis   –––   this  was  more  of  an  internal  thing  than  external .   any  songs  she  heard ,   she  could  manipulate  them  in  her  thoughts .   until  she  got  to  camp  half  blood ,   she  was  sure  that  everyone  could  do  it .   it  was  her  own  way  of  basically  remixing  songs  in  her  head ,   and  being  able  to  completely  replicate  them  the  second  she  picked  up  an  instrument .       excelling  in  the  arts   –––   the  biggest  give  away  for  this  is  the  fact  that  she  has  had  perfect  pitch  since  she  was  a  baby .   she  can  know  any  note  that  is  spoken  or  sang  the  instant  it  flows  from  one’s  mouth .

05 .  wanted  connections .

she  has  not  been  at  camp  long ,   but  disliking  her  isn’t  really  common ?   so  i’d  suspect  she  has  quite  a  bit  of  friends  as  well  as  those  that  might  share  her  interests .   she  also  loves  helping  so  if  your  muse  is  at  all  interested  in  music  or  needs  help  in  any  way ,   she  would  love  to  assist .   i  would  also  love  if  she  had  someone  assigned  to  her  to  help  train  her  to  fight  /   teach  her  aggression ?   that’s  not  really  something  that  comes  easily  to  her .   because  she’s  new ,   she  doesn’t  have  as  many  past  relationships ,  but  i  would  imagine  her  having  a  fwb  but  the  benefit  is  friendship  sorta  thing ?   she’s  a  dweeb ,  n  e  ways .

[leinawosaf]

Sugar Candles and Sad Songs

summary: Rainy days made you want nothing more than to curl up on the couch listening to Lorde. 

pairings: Bucky barnes x reader (established relationship)

warnings: angst and crying. yeah idk. fluff

word count: 1000

a/n: I hate the trope where your s/o comes home and fixes all your worries or problems because to me it isnt very realistic. I might redo it or do something similar in the future where it is more realistic in the sense that not every problem can just be fixed by a hug.

also, im begging you to listen to Nothing by Bruno Major while you listen because it perfectly sums up the vibe I get from this

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   Barely escaping the drizzle outside, you step into your apartment complex after a long workday. Your hair, now slightly wet, glistened with beads of water as the light hit them. The familiar smell of distant sandalwood and La Croix always seemed to inhabit the lobby. You silently marched into the awaiting elevator and pressed the button for your floor. 

   Eventually, the elevator reached your floor and you stepped out. You fumbled for your apartment key for a moment, eventually getting the right one. Inserting the key, you opened the door to reveal your tabby cat, Cherry. She rubbed against your leg as you plopped your items down on the ground next to your discarded black shoes. Picking up cherry and petting her head, you treaded into the kitchen and started to brew tea. 

   You looked out the kitchen window a little more gloomily than you would have liked. Watching the rain trickle down the windows always had an affect on you. Lighting a sugar scented candle, you brought your tea to the couch and burrowed under a soft blanket. Rain hit the large living room windows like the beat of a drum. You peered outside the window, watching life move by below. It was always something about seeing the blurry New York lights below that made you a little sad. Perhaps it was watching the people move by tiredly, or perhaps it was simply the weather. 

   Checking your phone, you had seen no new text from Bucky. He had not messaged you for the past 4 days, and it really made you realize how stuck up on him you were. You had made a drunken promise to yourself that you would remain independent if you were to get into a relationship. All of that seemed to promptly wash down the drain after you started dating Bucky.

   It had been almost a year since you had realized you had really fallen for him, and nothing had really changed, except for him. He had been disappearing for a few days at a time lately. You had always just swept it under the rug assuming that it was a mission for work. Today seemed to really affect you, though. Every drop of rain reminded you of him. The blanket around you made you wish you were in his arms instead. 

   Before you could even realize, a hot tear slipped down your cheek. It had been too long since you last cried and everyday just seemed to be a ticking time bomb until you exploded. It was one tear, then two, then three and four, then all of them at once. Every tear seemed to bring with it another. You pushed your head into your blanket, trying to hide your choked sobs. 

   You cried for a long time. You cried until the street lights turned on, and you could feel the hot burning on your face. You cried until the blanket you were crying into had a wet spot from your tears, and your voice was raspy. 

   After deciding you were finished with your pity party, you walked to the bathroom. Cherry looked at you quizzically from her spot on the floor. 

“I’m okay cher-bear” you whispered sullenly to your cat. She replied with a blank  stare and a soft meow. You stroked her back a few times before dropping your hands and standing in front of the old bathroom mirror.

   Investigating your reflection, you decided to clean yourself up. As you fixed your hair, one or two tears fell down your cheek. You got a soft washrag and wet it with cold water. The cold washrag was pressed to your face by your tired hands. Hopefully, it would clear up some of the redness on your cheeks. 

     You went to turn on the faucet to have a shower, but you heard three firm knocks on your door. You sighed heavily and tried to quickly make yourself look more presentable. You slowly trudged to the door and heard another few knocks.

   “Yeah I’m coming” You shouted through the door, hoping the person on the other side didn’t hear your voice crack slightly. 

   Peeking through the door’s peep hole, you saw a very tired and sad looking Bucky on the other side. You held your breath slightly and prepared to see him again. Eventually you opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.

   “Have you been crying?” He asked after seeing your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, so you just stared at him blankly. 

   “Are you okay doll?” He asked again, urging you to reply. 

   “Come in” You stepped farther to the side from the door so that he would step inside. He instinctively hugged you once he was inside, and you lightly wrapped your arms around him. 

   “I missed you” You practically whispered in his ear. 

   “Oh doll, I missed you too. I missed you more than you could imagine.” He squeezed your body against his again.

   “Where have you been?” You asked him, a tear running down your cheek.

   “Love, I was on a mission for work. I’m so sorry I couldn’t tell you beforehand” He brushed his lips against yours with sweet intent.

   “You seem to be doing this a lot.” 

   “I mean, it is my job. But you’re right. I’m so sorry and I will do better.” He grabbed your hand and led you to a spot on the couch. He sat and wrapped his arm around you in an awkward embrace.

   “I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I really try to understand that its your job I just I don’t know sometimes” With every other word that you spoke, your eyes seemed to get even more watery.

   He wiped the tears from your eyes. “Baby, you’re doing a great job. I know it’s hard.” 

   You nodded in response, and burrowed your face into his neck. He pulled you closer into his body and ran his metal hand through your hair. The cold vibranium on your scalp sent shivers down your neck. 

   Taking your face out of his neck, you looked down at Cherry. She lightly hopped in between the small space of you and Bucky. 

   “Awh look at our furbaby.” You said in between a smile. Cherry always seemed to like Bucky more than you, and you found it endearing. 

   Cuddling your small family close, you stretched out on the couch underneath the blanket. You felt one last kiss placed on your head before you fell asleep.

[their-name-is-morgan]

Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

Il loro segreto

Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

 Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.  

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

[thewaitisogre]

WEEK 7 RECAP: Country Night November 5, 2018

Country boy, I love yew lwaaaaah. After after we got an extensive opening number introducing the stars and music guests, we got dances. Tonight I realized that a big part of the show is the music and when all the country songs sound the same and they’re not even the best songs in the genre the whole episode feels dragged down and monotone. It was the weakest episode of the season so far. But there were highlights, like Dolly Parton in Fashion Nova’s Robin Hood collection in front of a circus mural.

After the dances we got two team dances. Team dances were picked dodge ball style by the two stars with the lowest scores. In the past the team dance with the higher score would be safe from elimination, but tonight the team dance scores had no effect so this was a waste. If the lowest scoring team would’ve been up for elimination Joe would’ve been in the bottom for once, but we didn’t get that lucky. 

Dances

John | jazz | 8 9 8

John is a country singer so he must’ve felt like a pig in shit. Not so fast. John pulled the sobbiest sob story of the season out of his flannel pocket and confessed he hasn’t seen his children in three years because of his divorce and every Monday he hopes his children are in the crowd. It was really raw moment and one of the few highlights of the night. It’s too bad he told this tragic story right before performing a jazz to “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver and lost all composure. And then I think John adopted Tom Bergeron? It was strange and wonderful. 

Evanna | rhumba | 10 10 10

Evanna and Keo did an emotional rhumba to a song that gives Evanna all the feels because it reminds her of her ex. It wasn’t the best rhumba I’ve ever seen. I find that Keo overpowers his partners a little and Evanna still dances tentatively. But the song gave Evanna a chance to talk about a failed relationship and this show is all about digging up the past. This is also the point where the judges are deciding who they want in the finals and the scores can tell that.

Juan Pablo | charleston | 10 10 10

JP and Cheryl take a field trip to a square dancing saloon to get into the characters. The dance and the music didn’t mesh at all, but who cares because he is a sexy cowboy. JP can run me over with that truck, I don’t care. Again, the judges have made their mind up about who they like and don’t like and gave him scores to help secure his place in the finals. . 

Joe | tango | 7 7 7

In this week’s completely unrehearsed comedy bit, Joe is riding high from last week’s scores and has turned into an egotistical prick. We know he is prick because he is wearing sunglasses indoors like a John Hughes villain. This bit would’ve been cute if Joe was charming. They tangoed to a mad max Superbowl-inspired dance?? Joe tends to flirt with my nemesis Erin Andrews in the post-dance interview and it’s awkward as hell because his girlfriend is in the audience every night and Erin doesn’t reciprocate since she is married. 

Milo | Foxtrot | 10 9 10

Milo had trouble getting into the country spirit so he wrote a country song for his country-loving partner Witney. You know there is a problem when the country spoof song from the package is better than the song they danced to. To add dipping tobacco in the wound, we got a bunch of close-ups of the singer’s face during the dance. Either the DP is infatuated or the DP is trying to cover-up Milo’s mistakes. 

Cinnamarcus Roll | waltz | 9 9 9

This week Cinnamarcus Roll and Lindsay visited a farm for the sole reason of giving Cinnamarcus Roll a chance to talk about his farm upbringing because the package and their glitzy dance had nothing to do with each other. The dance was lovely, though. It had a wonderful soft intimacy to it and he danced less aggressively than in past dances. 

Alexis | samba | 9 10 10

And in this week’s installment of “Will They/Won’t They” Alan takes Alexis to ride a horse and accepted Alexis’ advances in form of a kiss. I was expecting a Jared Jewelers advertisement to flash across the screen at any moment. Len loved their hoedown samba and I’m not surprised because he likes boring dances. Maybe the dance was boring because she injured her rib. It’s amazing how her injury storyline was omitted in place of her romance storyline. 

Bobby | waltz | 8 8 8 

Bobby trudged through the dance floor like Pee Wee Herman sneaking into a movie theater, but it doesn’t matter because he was getting a good score no matter what. See, according Bobby he has the most popular country radio show in history, so there was no way the judges would make him look stupid on country night in front of his peers. 

Team Dances

Team Hay Now | 10 9 10

Evanna, Milo, John and Bobby danced a free style set in a farm because it’s country night! How original. It was very neat, but I wonder how much was easy choreography so that Bobby could keep up. 

Team Joe Down | 9 8 9

Pass the sarsaparilla because Alexis, Juan Pablo, Cinnamarcus Roll and Joe danced a freestyle set in a saloon. I feel like this dance was more difficult, but it didn’t look as neat as Team Hay Now. Whenever the choreography got too complicated Joe would either make a fool of himself or he would be set to the side like if he were punished. 

Tom Bergeron Quip of the Night

During elimination: “These pauses are even killing me.”

Len Goodman Zinger of the Night

“You went from Hollywood to Dollywood.”

In Jeopardy

John, Demarcus, and Evanna. Another week where Joe is not in jeopardy *eats glass.*

Elimination

Demarcus and his partner Lindsay. John and his partner Emma.

Observations

They announced the couples at the start like a pot roast; slooooowly  

An exceedingly long bumper from the dancers going on the DWTS tour

A superfluous performance from some American Sniper looking guy Cole Swindell

I had a mini-stroke because i thought I heard the announcer say the Juniors are taking over the “sex” when he actually said the “sets”

Len said he is 6’2 and we love a tall grandzaddy

Bruno putting up his 10 paddle for Artem taking off his flannel shirt is a mood

Bruno left during Alexis’ critique because he didn’t want to hear anything bad

Danica McKellar in the crowd still rocking a six pack

Bobby announced he is going to be a mentor on American Idol and why do we care about this? Because American Idol is also an ABC show and recycling stars is good for the environment 

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