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Hello~, I initially wasn't planning on throw something here but then I read that Married Life drabble and i think you reignited my love for Bruno (FKLFFK MY MAN, HE'S SO GOOD, GOOD BOI, I LOVE HIM-) and I wanted to say how that line of "you kiss him like your reality is false and after that he'll be gone forever" hit me so- hard- *ugly sobs*
My heart was fluttering all the way until it sank again oof, so good and painful 😩💞
Anyway, just wanted to say that and that you'll probably see me stalking your blog in search for more Bruno content later hehe 👀
Husband Bruno has my heart!
Bucciarati’s footsteps echoed softly along the cobbled streets, the night’s chill whispering against his skin as he approached home. The weight of the evening settled on his shoulders, a mix of guilt and adrenaline winding through him. He clenched the bouquet in his hand—her favorite flowers, gathered tenderly—and shifted the shoe box beneath his arm.
Tonight’s “promotion” had been more brutal than most. The man he’d dealt with was a traitor to the familia, poisoning the streets with drugs and selling them to children, leaving Bruno no choice. He had done what he must to uphold their twisted version of honor, but every time he thought of the truth he kept from his wife, he felt a pang. She believed he worked in real estate, far from the crime that haunted Naples’ alleys. If only it were that simple.
Bruno eased the door open, his heart softening at the familiar warmth inside. His wife looked up from where she sat at the table, her face lighting up as she saw him, her patience never faltering. “Bruno, you’re home,” she whispered as to not wake their baby girl, and smiled standing to meet him.
With a gentle hand, he offered her the flowers and placed the box along with a fancy bottle of wine on the table. “For you, amore,” he murmured, watching as her eyes widened at the sight. Her fingers traced the ribbon on the box, and she looked back at him, gratitude shining through the questions she didn’t ask. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, hoping the love in his gaze would hide the shadows of his other life.
“Thank you,” she whispered, eyes glistening as she reached for him. “You work so hard for us, Bruno.”
He swallowed, letting her pull him into a warm embrace, the soft scents of the flowers and home cooked meal she’d made worn his heart. Tonight, at least, he would hold her close and let her think it was true.
can I request pt4 Josuke, pt3 Jotaro, and pt5 Mista cuddling naked with s/o? no sex or nsfw stuff just fluff please? if not that’s totally fine :) have a great day/night! 💕
I went w Josuke :)
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The creek burbles lazily in the background, the only sound beside the soft rustle of trees swaying in the breeze. Josuke hums and sighs as he stretches out on the bank, his uniform jacket now spread out on top them like a makeshift blanket. It’s a little damp from the swim, but he doesn’t care. He leans back with his arms behind his head, eyes closed, basking in the simple, quiet joy of being here—just the two of them, far from the noise of the school and the world.
His partner lies beside him, their bare shoulder just brushing his, but the closeness feels comforting, like the whole world has faded away. They’re both still damp from the creek, skin glowing in the fading sunlight, and Josuke can’t help but smile at the peacefulness of it all.
“You know,” Josuke says, his voice low and relaxed, “this was way better than class.”
His partner lets out a soft, amused laugh, their hand casually resting on his arm. “Definitely. I think I’ll skip class more if this is the kind of reward we get.” Their voice is light, but Josuke can feel the warmth in it—no stress, no worries.
Josuke smiles to himself. “You’re probably right. I mean, who needs a history test when you can just…” He trails off, gesturing lazily toward the creek where they swam only moments ago, the cool water now distant and inviting. “…this?”
His partner hums in agreement, the soft sound drifting over him like a breeze. “Yeah… it’s nice. I forget sometimes how good it feels to just… let go. No rushing, no schedule to follow. Just you and me, like last summer.”
Josuke shifts slightly, turning on his side to face them, propping his head on his arm. His eyes meet theirs—gentle, soft, like they’re sharing some unspoken secret. There’s a peaceful intimacy in the quiet between them, something deeper than words. The way their fingers brush, the way they breathe in sync.
“I’m glad I met you last summer,” Josuke says quietly, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn’t need to say more. His partner knows. You always know.
You look at him, smile warm and genuine, his eyes glinting back with affection. “Yeah? Well I’m glad I met you too.”
There’s something tender in their gaze, and for a moment, Josuke forgets everything else—the test, the pressure of his unusual families expectations. In this space, in this moment, it’s just him and you.
Without another word, Josuke pulls your lips closer, his arm draping around your waist, tucked beneath the warmth of his jacket. You let out a content sigh, and Josuke’s fingers gently rake through your hair, resting firmly on the back of your neck. He pulls away and smiles warmly as you sheepishly trace patterns on his bare chest, the touch light and soothing.
“I think I could get used to this.” Josuke murmurs after a beat, making you hum dreamily, however a playful edge to his voice quickly reminds you of how rebellious your man is, “And we’ll be the first to get a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for sure this time!”
You can’t help but laugh and rest your head against his shoulder. For a while, you simply lie there, the two of you listening to the creek’s song lulling you into a peaceful silence. Josuke feels your warmth against him, and you feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed into the moment. It’s still early, there’s no rush, no need to go anywhere. Time stands still for them just a little while.
Heya Idk if u can whip something up with this but i’m feeling pretty bad today and uhhh do you think you could do some headcanons of Fugo comforting a reader who just had a bad day? I love the swiss cheese man too much and i’m just riejeidjdij craving for comfort 🤧👉👈 thank you and have a good day !!
You slump into the couch, exhausted and frustrated, letting out a long, tired sigh. The day had been going wrong since you woke up— small annoyances that built up until you felt completely drained. You’re not really sure what you’re hoping for right now, mindlessly flicking through TV channels. The frantic sound of keys rattling followed with over exaggerated yanking on the door knob down the hallway makes you sit up, wiping away a tear you didn’t realize you’d shed.
Fugo steps into the room, his usual sharp gaze softening when he sees your puffy cheeks. His expression is unreadable for a moment as he glances at you from the corner of his eye. He hangs his coat and comes to sit beside you.
“You look like you’ve been through hell,” he murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. He’s always been more observant than most people give him credit for, him usually being known as short fused, but when it concerns you today, it’s clear he noticed more than just your weary appearance.
You shrug, unsure of what to say, but the exhaustion hits you all at once, and before you know it, you find yourself resting your head on his shoulder.
“I’m fine,” you mutter, though you know it’s not true.
“Shh,” Fugo responds, placing a careful hand on your head, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair in a calming gesture. “You don’t have to be fine right now. I’m here.”
The comfort in his words isn’t loud or forceful, but it’s enough. Slowly, the weight on your chest lifts, if only a little. His presence, quiet and steady, is the kind of reassurance you didn’t know you needed.
“You can talk about it if you want,” he offers after a while, though his tone suggests he understands if you don’t feel like it.
You shake your head, not quite ready to put the pieces of the day together. Instead, you lean into him more, letting his warmth ground you, and the quiet rhythm of his breathing a steadying comfort while you let tears fall freely down your face.
After a long silence, Fugo finally says something that makes you smile just a little:
“Bad days suck, but you’re not alone in them. Not while I’m around. Just give me a name and I’ll have Purple Haze pay them a visit”
For the first time all day, you genuinely smile and chuckle at his dark sense of humor. It’s not fixed — nothing can undo the day’s frustrations — but it’s a moment of peace. And maybe, that’s enough for now.
