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

Order

Sorry I posted the last chapter a little late, I accidentally forgot to press the publish button and only noticed an hour or two afterwards :(

Anyway I'm so happy that people are enjoying reading this, it makes writing these chapters so much easier and makes me so happy in general <3

Also this is the chapter with Mr. Pericolo and Moody blues, the order from the boss was to rewind 14 hours but of course in this story the timing is a little different, I'm pretty sure I just added an extra day in so the timing will change to 38 hours instead.

'🔴🔴🔴' means a violence or gore warning

'🟢🟢🟢' means the violence or gore has ended.

[I have proofread this so hopefully there aren't many mistakes ^_^]

'"Sleep well, (y/n). We'll be leaving early tomorrow." He whispered gently and then left. You barely heard the door close before you fell asleep. He was right, you were completely worn out.'

You woke to someone tenderly shaking you awake. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter then when the shaking stopped you opened them. Trish was crouched in front of you in her usual clothing, her hair was catching the light perfectly and you saw small glints of copper red reflecting off each strand. In your sleepy state you reached out and gently laced your fingers through her hair, "It's so soft..." You awed sleepily.

"(y/n), you need to get up, it's already 7:30. Mr. Bucciarati stopped in a few minutes ago to check you were awake, something about a 'tiring night' last night..." She murmured knowing you probably didn't want to hear someone speaking at full volume first thing in the morning.

"Ahh...thanks Trish, I'll be up in a moment..." You smiled and patted her head lightly as she got up. You extended your arms and legs to their full length, the muscles spasming a bit then you pulled your blanket off you. You stood up slowly so you didn't pass out from rising too suddenly.

You waddled over to your satchel and pulled out a spare pair of clothes and made your way over to the bathroom, not forgetting to bring a towel this time. You rested your hand on the doorknob trying to remember why it felt so familiar.

You shook your thoughts away and entered the room, quickly, you turned the shower on and undressed.

After a quick wash you wrapped your towel around you and dried your hair. You hurriedly got dressed not wanting to keep anyone waiting, you'd prefer not to annoy Bucciarati again...

'Again...?' You looked over to the bath and checked under it, feeling like you had dropped something.

You covered your face with your hands and blushed, you fell backwards onto your behind and your exposed back hit the cool wall.

'...something a little more...intimate~'

The memories came back to you and you clenched your hands into fists. You stood up abruptly and splashed your face with cold water to wake yourself up more. You looked in the mirror and sighed, "Was the picture worth all that...?"

'...I'd do it again...'

You dismissed your crude thoughts and moved onto brushing your teeth. Once you were finished you grabbed your now dry clothes off the drying rack, neatly folding them before you made your way out and slotted them into your satchel. You checked the time: 7:55am.

"Trish are you ready?" You called over to Trish who was putting an empty bowl away. She gave you a thumbs up from the kitchen as her mouth was still full. You promptly raised the cupboards to see if the hotel provided any snacks, you found a packet of biscuits as well as some snack bars and packed them along with your clothes.