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

Preparations for the party

I am so sorry I haven't updated this in ages, I honestly had zero inspiration and so I didn't want to write because I need to be motivated to write characters I'm proud of :/

'"Good night, (y/n)." Bruno mumbled drearily.

"Good night, Bruno." You replied drowsily, nodding off though your mind had already wondered to fantasising about big ball gowns and dancing in that huge open hall.'

You woke late the next morning, lying on your stomach with one arm off the side of the bed. You had a strand of hair in your mouth so you quickly tossed your head to the side and absentmindedly stared out of the window.

The sun was already up and glowing brightly making you realise how late it must be and you scrambled out of Bruno's bed.

Twenty minutes later you were washed and dressed and shuffling down the stairs where you could hear some noise from the others.

As you entered the kitchen you were met with Narancia sitting atop the table and Fugo scowling at him, clenching a sharpened fork tightly while Trish was laughing merrily.

Mista was silently laughing at the whole scene while Giorno was sat beside him, looking at Mista disapprovingly.

Unsurprisingly Abbacchio had already found the wine and Bruno was sitting next to him with some brunch.

Narancia spotted you and started screaming at you through tears of laughter. "(Y/N)! CATCH! HURRY!" He suddenly threw something at you and you caught it in your hand.

Fugo leapt up as he spotted what Narancia had thrown and furiously stomped over to you, Trish was laughing even more and Mista was now snorting with laughter.

"What's going on?" You asked in confusion and Narancia nodded to your palm as he was somewhat incapable of speech.

You opened your palm to see what Narancia had thrown to you.

It was a single strawberry that appeared to have some icing on its bottom.

You looked over to where Fugo had been sitting to see and small plate with some cake crumbs left over and you assumed Narancia must've somehow stolen the strawberry from the top.

"Are you serious? You're getting this wound up over a single strawberry?" You asked disapprovingly.

"Honestly, Narancia you should really grow up." You fake-chastised.

"(y/n), kindly hand me my strawberry." Fugo held out his hand expectantly.

You calmly popped the strawberry into your mouth, chewing and swallowing before steadily walking over to the shelf to get a plate for your breakfast.

When you turned around you saw Fugo practically vibrating with rage. Narancia was cackling on top of the table while Trish was wheezing and Mista was slapping his thigh. Abbacchio looked slightly amused while Giorno and Bucciarati gave you disapproving glances.

"Calm down, I'm sure there are more in the fridge." You laughed and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a medium sized carton of strawberries and handing it to Fugo who retreated peacefully.

"(y/n), once you're done we'll be heading over to the venue to start preparations." Bruno called as he passed you to put away his dishes.

"I can eat on the way if that's more convenient." You suggested and he nodded.

"Right everyone, let's get going!" He called then walked over to Giorno to ask him something.

Giorno then dismissed you all and you scampered up the stairs to your room to pack your evening clothes since, you assumed, you wouldn't have time to come back and collect your clothes.