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

Escaping Venice

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I hope everyone is doing well and you're not finding anything too difficult or stressful.

So the last time (y/n) and Bucciarati spoke they were angry at one another, well (y/n) had to say the opposite of they wanted but it wasn't a good conversation so we're going to have a nice make up!

'"Damn, what a day...I hope they didn't actually leave me here...that would suck..." you muttered, dragging your body across the bridge towards the restaurant.'

You spotted your meal, still unfinished. You immediately ran over to it and grabbed the cutlery, slurping up the remaining food to regain your energy.

"It was the stand the entire time! I couldn't tell you the truth, it was the stand, Bucciarati!" You heard Narancia call from the air. You looked up to see a window open, probably leading to the room they were in.

You sucked in the last strand of Spaghetti and walked into the restaurant, twiddling your thumbs as you climbed the stairs. You were scared Bucciarati wasn't going to let you stay.

'What do I even say...should I just leave...?' You paused at the door, hovering outside.

"Well where's the stand now?! We need to hurry up and defeat it!" You heard Abbacchio calling from inside of the room and all of a sudden the door flew open. If your reflexes weren't so amazing the door would've surely smacked you in the face, but as it was you managed to dodge.

You weren't, however, able to dodge Abba who was still looking over his shoulder. You collided with his chest and you fell to the floor, rubbing your forehead.

"Owwww....! Dammit, Abbacchio!" You grunted as you peaked up at him.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed and lent a hand down to you which you grasped onto and he pulled you up. "We thought you'd left." He quickly calmed himself, returning to his usual moody self.

"I did. To get the guys who were stopping me from talking..." you muttered out. When nobody replied you looked up.

"I knew you would do it, (y/n)!" Narancia was the one to break the silence. He ran over to you and swung his arm around your shoulder, "How did you defeat them??? Drowning??? Or did you heal them to death???" He jumped up and down.

You laughed awkwardly, we're you going to tell them you hadn't killed them? No. "Well, they won't be bothering us anymore, I made sure of that." You smiled at Narancia.

"(y/n), you had us worried!" Mista called over to you and also giving you a half hug, squeezing the air out of you. "Really?" You asked sounding surprised. Mista let go of you, "Of course we were!" He smiled at you and gave you a light punch on the arm.

Bucciarati coughed and you turned your attention to him, very nervously. You looked up at him unsurely.

Bucciarati cleared his throat again and straightened his suit. "(y/n)...it...appears I made a mistake...and treated you unfairly. I believe an apology is in order: I'm sorry for acting harshly without considering your own situation. If you're not opposed to it, we would all be thankful if you continued on this mission with us..." he trailed off uncertainly, looking at you for an answer.

You were aware your mouth was open slightly but you were too taken aback to shut it.

'They want me back?...he...wants me back?'

You didn't know what to say. Of course you wanted to stay with them! Why would he think you didn't...

"Is...that a yes...?" Bucciarati questioned hesitantly, due to your lack of support.