We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Mud

https://pin.it/64DEqH7 - link to the picture I managed to find

Hey guys! I'm listening to Numb by Meg Myres at the moment so expect this chapter to be a bit depressing at the beginning :)

Also I figured out what your stand is going to be though I haven't come up with a name yet :(

So your stand is going to be similar to Giornos except more effective, it's not particularly built for fighting but is able to use its abilities to deal a harsh amount of damage if you have the desire to hurt someone.
I was thinking it's going to be made for healing, you can 'fix' things. You can give stitches quickly and painlessly, including patching up wounds. This works by taking your mental energy and converting it into the material needed to artificially recreate things like missing organ parts.
By a stretch if you put your mind to it, it can achieve anything if it has the outcome of preventing damage or protecting someone other than yourself. However, this isn't something you can do normally, the situation needs to be exact and life-or-death, otherwise your stand would be too powerful, after all it still needs weaknesses :)

'"Pick it up." Bucciarati ordered.

Mista edged closer.

You began feeling anxious.

You were scared out of your mind.

Mista got closer, he was now in arms distance of the bottle.

𝙆𝙉𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝘾𝙆'

You felt nauseous and dizzy, but still managed to look towards the front doors general direction.

"HELLO? ANYONE HOME?" You heard a voice shouting so they could be heard through the door.

The voice sounded... familiar?

The men surrounding you exchanged confused glances.

"Fugo, go answer the door" Bucciarati ordered calmly.

Your palms were sweating horrendously and still had marks on from your nails.

You eyed the bottle anxiously and attempted to move closer.

"You move one more inch and I'll assume you mean to attack", it was Giornos threatening voice.

You stopped, keeping your eyes on the bottle.

"Turn towards me slowly and raise your arms", he commanded lowly.

You started, but your legs were shaking, as you attempted to turn, your legs gave out and you crumpled to the floor, bringing everyone's attention - except Fugo's - back to you.

You heard the door click open.

Then someone else entering.

"Stand up!"

You felt sick.

Sick and disgusted.

Like getting into a bed with muddy boots on.

You wanted to cry at how uncomfortable you felt.