Mariely⁷

Substance—KNJ

Namjoon x Reader, Idol!AU

1.2k, this chapter rated T, later chapters explicit

Summary: You meet Kim Namjoon at the library during a yearlong fellowship in Seoul. You’ve never heard of BTS, but you like him. Is there a place in his life for you?

Warnings: Some language, smut in future chapters

A/N: Thanks to @vyduan and @miscelunaaa reading. Bold indicates Korean.

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Part I: The Library, January

The library is warm and bright; insulating you and these books from the cold wind that bit your cheeks on the trip here. The librarian accepts your list of books and you go to set up shop in a small, quiet carel on the second floor. When you return to the desk, he’s found everything except for the book of Agnes Martin writings.

“Someone checked it out less than an hour ago, noonim. A tall man with a hat” — he gestures to the Yankees cap on your head— “and a mask.”

Translated this from a Viet translation by Thanh & Yanbaka. Source + credit. Note: Events in this part reference Chapter 39!

<< Part 1 . . . Part 3 >>

"Children, the two days of nature class have officially begun. As students of Eden Academy, please behave elegantly."

"Yes, sir!"

Professor Henry, housemaster of the first to third grades, gave orders to the students lined up in front of him. While he tried to keep his strict demeanor, in truth, his heart had wavered a while back from the beauty of the nature before them.

"Wow, this flower smells so good!"

"Hey, there's a squirrel over there!"

"Today's weather is so lovely!"

"What kind of fruit is that?"

"I think there's an island nearby!"

In Anya's head, she was able to hear so many merry thoughts from all her classmates. With the fresh greenery and the beautiful blue sky, she was left breathlessly admiring the sights around her. In particular, there's many kinds of interesting bugs she can hardly see in the city.

And just like Papa had mentioned, there was a huge and luxurious tent. Inside, there were comfy beds and even swing hammocks. Anya was so excited by the prospect of camping, the "Best Friends" mission had disappeared from her head.

After that, all the kids were divided into groups for each tent, and time was spent on distributing cooking ingredients and utensils. There were 29 students, with 2-3 assigned to a single tent. From there, two tents form a group, and in total, 6 groups have 4 people, and there's 1 group of 5 people.

"I'm so happy! Anya and I are together in a tent."

When Anya heard her best friend, Beckly Blackbell, squeal in excitement, any remaining thoughts of the mission went completely out the window.

"I brought chocolate from a super famous shop. Look at the bag, isn't it cute?"

"Anya brought peanuts."

"Hehe, let's save these snacks for after dinner. We'll eat it and talk about 'love stories'."

"'Love stories'?"

These words were completely foreign to Anya. Becky giggled as she put a hand to Anya's mouth.

"Shh! Anya, you're not mature enough to understand 'love stories'! But just wait, and before you know it, the power of love will make it so your boy will be in the same group as us."

"?"

While Becky was excitedly scheming, Anya's eyes looked in the direction of the boy who was the target of Papa's mission: the "sy-on," currently standing in the middle of his two friends. The boy had black hair, and he always looked more mature than the other children in the bunch.

"Anya, it's…"

Damian Desmond.

Damian sensed Anya's gaze and glared back at her.

"What are you looking at?! Don't look my way, stubby legs!"

"Can't believe that dwarf is in the same group as you."

"Poor Damian. You must've been cursed by her."

"As if. I'm not cursed by anything, idiot."

Hmph. He's always like that, an obnoxious snob.

Thanks to that, Anya suddenly remembered the responsibility she was tasked with.

Deep breaths, Anya. Anya has to be "cool" for this to work out.

Anya buried her annoyance and looked Damian right in the eye:

"Hey, Sy-on boy."

Damian was taken aback, and stammered:

"What? You got something to say, peasant?"

"Anya wants to be together in your group."

"Huh?"

"Oh my goshh, Anya! Does that mean…"

While Damian stared at Anya, Becky put a hand up to her mouth, her eyes glimmering brightly:

"It was fated to be! I didn't know you believed in that. You WANTED to be together in the same group, too? That's so romantic~"

"'Wrong antic?'"

"It's just like in 'Berlint in Love'! My heart is melting from this cuteness!"

In truth, Loid had entered the housemaster's classroom to switch around the groups - there was hardly any "fate" involved. Meanwhile, Anya still doesn't know what Becky is going on about. She only knows "Berlint in Love" is a TV show that all the girls in class go crazy over. Not paying mind to Anya's confusion, Becky falls deeper into immersing herself in the drama.

"Damian will DEFINITELY reveal all his lovey-dovey feelings for you, Anya!"

"Huh?!"

Damian's face turned as red as a tomato.

"W…what the hell?! I refuse to be in the same group as that girl, over my dead body! Stubby legs! Stupid cow! Weirdo!"

… I hate his face. (( literally says 'this guy with a name that's worth hating' so this feels equivalent ))

Anya, having reached her limit in patience, began to clench her fists without anyone seeing.

"Not the slightest speck of elegance."

"!!"

Mr. Henderson stood behind her. He delivered his words gracefully, without so much as raising his voice, but all the kids understood the weight of the situation, standing up straight without budging. Sternly, he said:

"Desmond. Such uncouth remarks about your friends should not escape the mouth of a gentleman."

"But…"

Damian glanced up at Mr. Henderson, then sat down in a huff.

"Damn it. Because of that twerp, I got in trouble. She's the definition of a plague."

. . .

"'Beef tofu?'"

"It's 'pot-a-feu'. You just need to cut up the ingredients, boil it, then salt and pepper to taste."

"Anya hates pepper."

"Oh my gosh, Anya, you're such a child. Fine, let's leave the pepper out of it. For now, I'll cut the veggies, and Anya will--"

"Hey, don't decide without asking us!"

The two girls ignored this voice as if they didn't hear it. Damian turned bright red, got angry and yelled.

"What IS it, Damian? You are so noisy!"

"Who said you could make the decisions? You guys better get the water and firewood, then. Hurry up!"

Hearing Damian shouting angrily, the two boys Uin and Emil rushed over to assist. A few details about these friends: the kid with the long face is Uin, and Emil has a round face with two large front teeth.

"Exactly. You guys are useless at best. You don't even know how to start a fire."

"You make it seem as if YOU do!"

Becky angrily retorted. She can't understand why these three boys were laughing and smirking like that.

"Of course we do. Mr. Green was in the Navy, and he took us out for field research. Starting a fire is a piece of cake."

"Right, Damian?"

"Yeah."

"We even know how to row a boat. We rowed across a waterfall. Right, Damian?"

"Yeah."

Damian answered shortly. These stories made it sound grand, but in the boy's memory, the three of them fell into the water, and then they cried while praying for their lives.

"Pfft." -- Anya read into Damian's thoughts and laughed. Although, rowing across waterfalls does sound exciting.

"Anya wants to row a boat, too."

Damian snorted.

"Your legs are so stubby, how can you crawl on one. By the time you manage to get off, the boat's already far from your destination, you little dwarf."

"!!"

"Hey, don't be mean like that. Her short legs have nothing to do with this."

"?! But my legs aren't short?!"

Anya felt betrayed by Becky's no-effort defense.

"…Sy-on boy. That day, you fell into the river."

Anya began her counterattack. Damian's face turned a bright red.

"How… How did you know that…"

"Wahhh! Save me! I'm the scion of the Desmond family!! Glug glug glug, boo hoo hoo."

Anya imitated the same expression Damian had on that day. Becky looked at Damian pitifully.

"Um, so you actually fell into the river?"

"Well…"

Damian, feeling complete defeat, turned to his two friends and blamed them.

"How? How?!"

"Huh? But I didn't say a word! Our story…"

"I didn't say anything either!"

The two boys shook their heads, expressing their absolute loyalty. Damian seemed to have found his answer. He quickly turned to face Anya, his face still flushed, and shouted:

"Damn it! You stupid stalker! I'm going nuts!"

"Anya is a 'stock herd'?!"

While she couldn't understand the meaning of "stalker," it's clear to Anya that she's been misunderstood.

"Now, that's not right."

"Whatever, I'm not going to argue with a dumb dwarf that only scores 30 on her test."

"Ah, what a pity it is to only be able to live in the past."

"W…what the heck are you saying?"

"That's what Bondman said."

"Jeez, is that a cartoon or what? So childish!"

Damian scoffed.

This kid is making me real mad.

Becky glanced at Anya, who raised her hand to her heart, trying to contain her anger. While she didn't understand what they were talking about, she thrived in the drama that was happening. Sighhh, love is so beautiful. But when will these two put behind their anger, and be true to their feelings? They're just like the couple in "Berlint in Love" - so frustrating!

If that's the case…

"Don't worry. I--I will be your confidante, Anya."

The little girl whispered that into Anya's ear. Anya tilted her head to the side:

"What are you talking about."

"Right now, let's split up. One of us will fetch water to wash the veggies and cook, and the other will go looking for firewood, okay?"

Becky said, her face shining adorably with a wide, cunning smile…

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For your convenience, ch.39 snippet:

Please note I translated from a Vietnamese TL (I can't read JP but I can understand Vietnamese l o l) Thank you Thanh & Yanbaka... Source Link

Part 2 >>

"There's a nature class?"

As the mug of cocoa lands on the table, Yor blinks brightly. Anya takes the mug and cheerily says,

"Next Friday, I get to go camping!"

The little girl whips out the school's flyer as she speaks.

"Hehe, you look very excited, don't you?"

"This is the first time Anya gets to go on an overnight trip for school!"

"Oh?"

Initially Yor was happy, but after hearing that Anya would be staying past the school time, she begins to worry.

"You'll be staying out until the next day?"

"Oui."

Yor's surprised expression fades, as she recedes into her thoughts, allowing Anya to peer inside…

Anya Forger is "Test Subject 007" from a secret organization. She has the ability to read minds of those nearby.

"Anya's only 6 years old. This is the first time she'll be far from home. Having to camp on a mountain might be difficult… It might be best if I teach her how to catch and execute prey, and also, how to scare away bears…"

As Yor was thinking, a visual depiction also followed in Anya's mind. First, kill, then butcher deers with a sharp knife close at hand. Anya was scared imagining the specifics of the "tomato festival" (bloodbath), and felt a chill run over her.

Mama's way of camping seems a little off.

Anya's "Mama" is Yor Forger, a beautiful, gentle lady who works at the Town Hall in Berlint, the capital of Ostania. In reality, she is an assassin by the name of "Thorn Princess." Hunting creatures for Yor is a breeze, but for her child…

"Let's see. You'll have to prepare a very sharp knife, and a rope long and thick enough to capture creatures… Once you catch them, you'll have to learn how to tie them up. As for setting traps…"

Yor mutters to herself.

"I see. It's called a nature class, but it's really just a hunting class. In that case…"

Sitting to the left of Anya and enjoying his morning coffee, Papa Loid Forger gently asks:

"Excuse me, Yor, could I see the pamphlet for a moment?"

"Ah, of course."

Loid - a psychiatrist at a Berlint hospital, is a calm and well-spoken man who can always put others at ease. In reality, he is a spy for the West, currently working in the East during the cold war period between the two countries, code name "Twilight."

Loid doesn't know his wife is an assassin, and Yor also doesn't know her husband is a spy. The only one who knows their real identities is little Anya, as she has a superpower. However, the "husband and wife" have no clue she can read others' minds.

And so, they both stepped into a fake marriage agreement. It has to be said, Anya has no real ties with them, either. Loid had lied to Yor that Anya was his child, and that his wife had died.

As you can see, while the Forger family may seem normal on the outside, they're more complicated - they each hide a secret from each other for the sake of "world peace."

"The trip is two days and one night. The kids will be sleeping in tents. But it looks like the tents will have beds, tables, sofas, carpets, lighting, toilets, and even bathrooms…"

Loid speaks as he calmly flips through the pamphlet.

"Oh my, camping nowadays has all these conveniences?"

"Eden Academy never fails to innovate compared to other schools."

Loid smiles looking at Yor, whose eyes are widened in surprise by this "camping" style.

Eden Academy, which Anya is enrolled in, is one of the most prestigious schools in the East. Each student is from a rich family, of which many are important political figures. The forest the children are preparing to camp in is also owned by the school, to protect students from kidnapping attempts. Furthermore, each class has different study times; teachers are devoted to small class sizes; and finally, the nighttime security is impeccable.

"The weather looks favorable, and it'll be a good opportunity for her. These days, educating children goes beyond just classroom lectures, doesn't it?"

"That's true. Then, my heart is at ease."

After hearing Loid explain in detail, Yor let out a sigh of relief. She enters the kitchen with a smile:

"I'll grab some sweets for us to eat!"

"Anyway…"

Loid's eyes were focused on reading the rest of the pamphlet, and then he turned to Anya.

"… The nature class will have a few group activities like cooking and stargazing, so you should do your best to listen to the teacher, and get along with your friends, okay?"

"Roger!"

Anya replied determinedly. Loid seemed pleased with her demeanor.

"Very good! By camping in the wilderness together, it'll help you and your friends move beyond any quarrels and form bonds with each other."

"Oui."

"Remember, you have to try your best to get along with your friends, all right?"

Papa always says that.

Behind the smile and insistence of her father were the calculated plans of a spy, which Anya easily saw through.

Loid was tasked with a mission from the West's intelligence service (WISE), currently called Operation Strix. The point was to monitor the activities of Desmond, one dangerous figure suspected to disrupt the peace between the two countries.

To reach Desmond, who is very cautious and hardly appears in public, Loid has to be able to attend an event at Eden, where the man's sons are studying. To do that, he'll appear as a parent of a bright student. Plan A that Loid pprepared was to adopt Anya, enroll her in Eden, and encourage her to become an "Imperial Scholar." However, Anya's scores suck, so it's hard to persevere with this plan. Due to that, Loid devised a Plan B: let Anya and Desmond's second son, Damian, become close friends, and from there the families will gradually meet. Unfortunately, from the very first day of school, Anya began fighting with Damian. And thus, Plan B is also riddled with problems.

"If Anya can get along with Damian even in the slightest…"

Paired with that thought, Loid imagines a scene where Anya and Damien become close, the two of them smiling brightly at each other with strong camaraderie.

"Papa, just leave it to me."

"Hm?"

"Anya will try her best."

"Ah, wonderful. Do your best, okay?"

The peace between the East and West depends on you.

"Oui."

Carrying the weight of Loid's tasks and his belief in the "Best Friends" mission on her shoulders, Anya merrily sipped her beloved cocoa and cookies that Yor brought out.

The details of Anya's "Best Friends" mission is as follows:

-> Start talking with Sy-on boy.

-> "Anya, you are the coolest person ever. Be my friend."

-> Come visit his house and play together.

-> Papa goes with Anya.

-> Papa meets the final boss.

-> "Welcome to my family, Forger-san." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Desmond-san."

-> World peace.

"I'm genius!" - Anya while drinking cocoa, smiles proudly as she thinks of her plan.

Meanwhile, Bond, a dog adopted by the Forgers, sneaks closer to get a whiff of Anya's cocoa.

*sniff sniff*

"No, Bond, you can't have cocoa. It's very toxic for dogs."

Loid scolds his dog.

"I'll get some milk for you."

Loid was about to stand up from his chair, but Yor quickly got up.

"Ah, Loid, allow me…"

"No, allow me, Yor - just sit down and relax."

"Ah no, Loid, let me get it. You've been incredibly busy."

(Playing the roles of) a husband and wife who care deeply about each other, they both head toward the kitchen and vie for the privilege of grabbing the milk.

Papa, Mama, and even Bond…

Anya, who escaped from the organization, entered an orphanage, and was adopted and returned many times, ultimately was able to find a special place in her life.

If there is world peace, Loid, Yor, and Bond - they can all live a quiet and peaceful life together.

I really want to stay with them forever and ever.

While her parents are in the kitchen to get a drink for Bond, Anya places her tiny hand on her chest, quietly with resolve.

THE FANART RETURNS BAYBEEE ✨✨ I have been DYING to draw Bruno in an oversized sweater. Like— for months lmao

Thank you @clownymoon for unintentionally indoctrinating me with your adorable sweater Bruno fanart! If you haven't already, please go look at these. They’re tooth-rottingly adorable! 1 and 2 🥹💕

Sana Sana Colita De Rana

Pepa gets annoyed by something and starts thundering, it scares Dolores, who has just gotten her new gift, she goes to mom for comfort but the thundering continues, she cries more, Pepa tries to calm her down but gets frustrated with herself for not being able to calm her down, the thundering goes on, Dolores cries more and the cycle continues until dad saves the day

found this concept in my inbox from over the summer and now i can’t stop thinking about it :)

+ if this is total and utter garbage pls forgive me i still have a 101.3 fever <3

The weight of Yoongi’s hand on your back could only be described as comforting.

The way he swept his large palm up and down your spine, touches becoming more and more frequent as his blood alcohol level increased.

The rings on his fingers glimmered as he gripped his glass of whiskey, dark orange liquid shining on his lips as he smirked over at you.

“What is it, Min?” You raised your eyebrows at him, reaching over to affectionately rub at his soft cheek with the pad of your thumb.

This was your favorite way to spend your time off. Buzzed, warm, and at home with your favorite person in the world.

“You look really pretty,” He murmured, quiet tone matching the plushness of his cheeks as they heated under the influence of the alcohol.

“I bet I look even better with that,” You nodded to the glass he once again pressed to his lips, smiling around the glass at your words.

Setting the whiskey down with a gentle clink on the counter top, Yoongi pressed his lips together before exhaling at the burn down his throat.

“There’s just more of you to appreciate, now. About two more, actually.” He joked with a grin, making you chuckle fondly before deciding to shuffle closer to him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him guide you onto his lap, sitting sideways atop his body. His skin was warm to the touch and made you happy to nuzzle into, resting your temple on his shoulder as his arms securely wrapped around your frame.

Puckering your lips against his neck, you felt a bit of pride flutter in your chest as he seemed to relax beneath you, tension flowing out of his body underneath the gentle kisses pressed to his pulse point.

You’re sure that your body had the same reaction, mind floating into a familiar daze due to the warmth and gentleness radiating off of the man as well as the smell of cotton laundry detergent and musky wood tones of his favorite cologne.

Your lips seemed to navigate the way to his like a magnet, a deep hum vibrating through his throat as your mouths met in a brief peck.

Setting your forehead on his, you giggled at the vision of his lips pursed out for more, dark eyes sparkling at the sound.

Tipping your head to connect your mouths again, you let your hand trace up his neck to settle in his hair, rubbing his scalp with the pad of your thumb.

His tongue greedily swept inside your mouth, the sharp tangy taste of whiskey meeting your taste buds as your own muscle tangled with his.

“Mmph,” He hummed as you pulled away, hooded eyes staring back at you as you pushed his hair back from his forehead.

Warnings: none

I feel like Bruno as a lover would be the cutest thing ever, even if he’s a 50 year old man

In the beginning of the relationship, like before you two were dating, he would avoid you at all costs, even though he wanted to spend time with you. He would just be to nervous to talk with you.

Since you were friends with his sisters and some other members of the family, he would constantly be asking them if you were invited to whatever event they were planning.

Most of the family had caught on to the fact that he fancied you and would make an effort to invite you to everything. Even family dinners.

When he knew he would be seeing you he’d actually make an effort to try and look nice. But he would always feel so out of character and uncomfortable that he’d just end up wearing what he always wore. Not that you minded.

He would save you a seat between him and Mirabel. He knew his family could get a little intimidating, and Mirabel was the most calming for both you and himself.

She absolutely adores the idea of you and her Tio Bruno together. He would often tell her how he felt about you, or ask her for advice since she was the only one who didn’t tease him for liking you.

You were very open about your feelings towards him, and would often complement him, despite knowing he’d shy away from the attention.

Can you guess who initiated the first kiss? It was Bruno, believe it or not. He just couldn’t help himself.

He instinctively apologized for kissing you, only to have you kiss him back, which left him as red as a tomato

Once the two if you started dating though, he would be way less shy.

His love language was praising and complementing you

And i mean every.single.day.

His favorite thing in the world was to hold you close. The position didn’t really matter to him, as-long as he was holding you in some way,shape or form, he was content.

I think this man would have a-lot of nightmares, so waking up in the middle of the night to find him rolling around would be a common occurrence.

He loves taking you out to the garden or the river. Just strolling around with no cares

He’d refuse to show you how his magic works at first,thinking it would frighten you. He didn’t want you seeing him like that. But would eventually give in. To his surprise, you were not frightened but amazed.

He never tells you, but when you kiss or hug him in front of his family a sense of pride floods his brain. Sometimes still in awe that he has someone as magnificent as you holding him. He likes showing you off to his family, knowing that everyone who hasn't met you yet is destined to adore you. It's impossible not to.

Some nights the two of you would just stay awake, charming stories and experiences. Some nights you’d fall asleep dying from laughter and other nights you’d fall asleep crying while the other would comfort you. The whole relationship was built on communication and love afterall

Bruno is a family man, and he wants a family with you. Wether it be with children or rats. He just wants to wake up to you holding his hand.

omg yes this is adorable

Cuddling head-cannons with Bruno Madrigal ❀

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- he’d be so nervous to hug you at first

- bcs he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable

- getting up in the middle of the night? no. this man may look lanky but he. wants. u. to. stay >:)

- if he comes back late/ he’s just had a hard day, he would ADORE laying on your stomach

- if he was stressed he would definitely turn to your cuddles to help relax. he doesn’t know why but just being near you somehow calms him.

- AH HE WOULD SO HOLD YOU TIGHTER WHILE HES ASLEEP

- if he got jealous bruno would definitely not say anything but when you get home that night he’d pull u close and just remind himself that your his

- like he’d have you curled up into his chest

- and his arms would be wrapped around you

- mans pulls you so close to him

- if he was angry (more frustrated bcs bruno is bby and i doubt he would be mad) like someone from the town had received a bad vision and was rude, or someone else said something again, he would wanna be a little spoon

- i don’t think that he would want to face away from you

- he would wrap his arms around your waist and like lean into your chest

- he just wants to be as close to you as he can bcs honestly he is terrified of you leaving :(

- the first time you cuddled, you probably initiated it

- he tensed up and froze

- he had no idea of what to do (no one had ever wanted to cuddle with him before 🙁)

- but he got used to it soon and got comfortable

- if you like them, sometimes the rats sneak in

- ur like their parents 😊

- if you play with his hair he’d probably start crying

- like full on bruno.exe stopped working

- he will literally fall in love with you

- he will melt

- he would definitely want to stroke your hair/back but would be too scared

- if he accidentally touched your chest or anywhere like that he would get so flustered and apologise so much

Visions (3)

It wasn’t often that Bruno did visions when he was alone, but for (y/n) it was an exception. He had to make sure that -even if it wasn’t with him- (y/n)’s marriage would be a happy one.

The green tint of visions often prevented them from being very clear, but this one was. Angelo stood above (y/n), his face morphed into a seething expression, something clearly worse than anger because Bruno could see the pure enjoyment Angelo was getting out of it. (y/n) was collapsed on the floor in a disheveled heap, shaking hands covering her tear-stained cheeks.

Adrenaline was the only reasonable explanation for how rapidly he moved, he didn’t even remember thinking, just acting on the innate impulse to protect (y/n). His feet skidded along the floor of the kitchen, where his mamá and sisters sat.

“(y/n)- she can’t get married. He- I saw a vision- He’s bad!” Bruno panted, keeling over as he attempted to catch his breath.

“... Angelo? Bruno, are you sure? We all know that you’ve been in love with-“ Alma began apprehensively.

“It’s not about that! I swear- I saw a vision, he was yelling at her and- and she was crying.” He protested.

Not giving anyone time to prevent him from leaving, he sprinted out the door. He had no idea where the wedding would be being held, but the town was small and he would find her, somehow.

“Have you seen (y/n)?” The man working at the stall looked up, eyes wide and nervous.

“Erm... Isn’t she getting married? I think she’s at the church.” He looked uncomfortable just talking to Bruno.

“Thank you-“ He started but the man already turned away.

Bruno’s feet thumped against the ground in an unsteady rhythm, his body numb to the pain of running.

He caught sight of her. She looked... perfect. The dress complimented her skin beautifully, pale pink and white silk hugged her waist before flowing down to past her ankles. She was walking with a group of people that he recognised as Angelo’s sisters and other village girls.

“(y/n)!” He called, trying to catch up with her.

“What does he want?” The girl stood to (y/n)’s left scowled at him.

“Bruno?”

“I’m sorry about what I said, but I need to-“

“Can you guys please leave? Just for a moment?” She asked the women around her.

“As I said, I’m sorry (y/n), and I will apologise more but-“

“No, Bruno. You don’t get to apologise. I did nothing! And you got mad at me, for what? Because my fian-“

“You can’t marry Angelo.” He interrupted.

“Why not? It’s what you told me to do!” She has turned so she wasn’t facing him, she couldn’t allow prior feelings towards him to ruin her day.

“I know- But I was just- You can’t marry him, I saw a vision! H-he’s yelling and you’re-“ Bruno stumbled through his words, desperately trying to explain.

“Mi vida... You look beautiful.” Angelo interrupted, wrapping his arms around (y/n). “What’s going on?”

“You know its unlucky to see a bride before the wedding, cariño.”

That was his name.

It felt like Angelo had thrown him neck deep into the ocean, envy was drowning him and it was impossible to stay afloat.

“I know, my lo- Why’s he here?” Angelo asked, looking down at Bruno.

“He’s my friend.” (y/n) defended.

“Him- He’s your friend? Yeah, for sure.” Angelo laughed, thinking that (y/n) was joking.

“... He’s my friend, Angelo.” (y/n) narrowed her eyes at her fiancé.

“Well I didn’t know that before I proposed to you.” He muttered in slight annoyance. “He’s not coming to the wedding. He’ll make everyone else leave.”

“If he can’t go, neither will I.” She frowned at him.

“Haha, Ok (y/n). I’ll see you later.” Angelo laughed drily. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head so his lips only grazed her cheeks.

“Why... Why did you defend me?” Bruno asked, considering Angelo had arrived mid-argument before any kind of forgiveness had been granted.

“Because, well, I believe you. You’re my best friend, cariño, if you honestly think I shouldn’t marry him, I won’t.” She looked at him, finally meeting his eyes. “But we need to hide.” She pulled him by the wrist, and he found himself running next to her. They snuck around the empty stalls, before reaching the forest.

Following their familiar tracks to their spot, a small lake that they had been going to for years.

“Help me out of this dress, Brunito.” (y/n) turned around, signalling towards the ribbon that held the fabric together.


He blushed, red travelling across his nose and cheeks before turning the tips of his ears a light pink.

“O-ok.” He replied, his voice soft and flustered.

His trembling hands undid the silk shakily, and the long skirts collapsed, leaving (y/n) in undershorts and the corset-like top of the dress.

“Wanna go in?” (y/n) smiled, reaching for his hand. She felt him tense up, but his skin was warm to the touch, and spread a rush of tingles up her arm. She grinned, before pulling a very-stunned Bruno after her into the cool water.

“Aw, Bruno! Are you c-c-cold?” She fake stuttered, feigning sympathy. He stood shivering in the shallow end.

“If your actually cold, we can leave?” She moved closer to him, an apologetic look on her face. He took advantage of her moment of vulnerability, and sent a wave of freezing water in her direction. She screeched with laughter, and jumped after him.

A solid weight hit him, sending him flying into the water. (y/n) landed on top of him, her arms placed on his chest. He was close enough the see the beads of water collecting on her eyelashes and the slightly blue tinge to her lips. He also noticed pink that had gathered around her cheeks and nose, and although he couldn’t feel it due to the cold, he was sure an he had an equally flushed expression.

“(y/n), I-“ He began, butterflies swirling in his chest as he made eye contact with her entrancing (e/c).

“I don’t think I ever wanted to marry Angelo.” she murmured.

“Oh.” came Bruno’s soft-spoken reply.

“I was just so sick of pining over this other guy! He never sees me as anything other than a friend, and- ugh, I just don’t know what to do.”

Another guy?

“Well- I... I like this girl. I have for... you know. A while. But I don’t think anyone would like me, let alone her.”

(y/n) scoffed, and rolled off him.

“Who is it?” She asked quietly, after a moment.

“Huh?”

“The girl. Who is it?”

“Who’s the, uh, who’s the guy?” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to know, but there was no way he could ever tell (y/n).

“By law, you have to tell me, because I asked first.”

“I don’t want to.” He avoided her intense gaze.

The were both sitting up now, used to the cool temperate of the water. (y/n) placed her hand on Bruno’s jaw, and turned his face so that they were making eye contact.

“I’m just gonna... I’m just gonna try something.” She said, her voice low and slightly unsteady.

She pulled his face closer, close enough that she could feel his warm breath panting against her cheeks. Her lips gently grazed against his, as if she was testing it out. When he didn’t pull away, she pressed her lips to his again. Feeling the heat of his blushing face she smiled into the kiss.

When they finally pulled away, Bruno’s face was entirely pink.

“Was- Uh- Was that ok?” She asked, a hopeful note to her voice.

When Bruno didn’t reply, she looked up dejectedly, expecting his face to be one of disgust or anger, but instead he sat staring at her, his cheeks still bright red.

“Uh- Yes. It was very much... erm, appreciated and I would... like it if you did it again.”

❀❀❀

ok so it was originally going to be longer than this but i wanted it get out sooner so here u go!!

Visions (2)

It had been two weeks since (y/n) last visited.

She was obviously too busy with her new boyfriend, Angelo.

He was everything Bruno wasn’t. He was tall, almost 3 heads taller that (y/n). He had an air of confidence, and flirted with (y/n) so easily it made Bruno jealous. Not that he wasn’t jealous enough already.

As much as he hated Angelo, he would never want (y/n) to be unhappy. Bruno knew that (y/n) could never be content with him. It would probably turn half the town on her, and he could never do that to (y/n).

❀❀❀

It had been two weeks since Bruno tried to talk to her. (y/n) didn’t know what she had done, but Bruno was her best friend. She had to get him to forgive her somehow.

She got Angelo to make a vase for Bruno, decorated with miniature hourglasses. She filled a basket with flowers, the vase, arepa and other foods she knew he liked.

The door of the casita swung open, leaving her arm hanging in the air, fist curled and ready to knock.

“¡Hola Isa!” She smiled at the younger girl. “Do you know where your Tiò Bruno is?”

“... Hm, I think he’s in his room! He’s been sad recently.” Isabela pouted in sympathy for her uncle.

“Ok, Well, I’m gonna go see him. Hopefully I can cheer him up!” (y/n) began to make her way to Bruno’s room.

The door creaked as she pushed it open, and she jumped as it hit the wall.

“Bruno?” She heard her voice bounce off the walls. “I- uh, heard you had been kinda sad lately? And, I don’t know, I thought I might have done something. So, I brought you this!”

The sound of quick footsteps reverberated around the room as Bruno sped down the stairs.

“(y/n)? It wasn’t your fault, I’m sorry I’ve just been-“ He stumbled across his words.

“Aha, It’s ok, cariño. Now take it!” She gently thrust the basket into his arms.

The woven basket held many things, flowers cushioned different foods and a vase leaned against the side.

“Who made this?” He asked, signalling towards the pottery.

“Angelo! He-“

“Oh, of course! Angelo. Who else would it be? Your amazing, handsome boyfriend! I’d love to hear more about him, but-“

“What the hell Bruno? I came here to apologise.“ She felt close to crying, his tone changed in a matter of seconds to a voice he had never used with her before.

“Leave me alone (y/n). Go off to Angelo, get married or something.”

“Fine. Maybe I will. He treats me better than you’ve been recently.”

Dust and sand flew into the air from the sheer force of her footsteps. An instant sense of remorse filled Bruno, choking him as he once again tried to hold back tears while (y/n) walked away.

❀❀❀

The town of Encanto was small, and news always spread fast. The soon-to-be marriage of (y/n) and Angelo spread like a wildfire, so obviously Alma would find out. This caused the rest of the family to find out, as well as Bruno.

Visions

❤︎ In which (y/n) marries another

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pronouns used : she/her (they is used a couple of times i think)

“Bruno-o-o!” The (h/c) sang, skipping through the house as she searched for him. She caught a glimpse of his brown curls, and sprinted after him.

He sped up.

Rude.

“Bruno! Will you please, please, please do a vision?” She dived towards the brunette, grabbing wildly at his poncho. Casita caught her, softening her fall onto the wooden planks.

Bruno fought the urge to flee. Fight or flight. Not that he wanted to fight her, but it was hard to keep himself calm around (y/n). Bruno turned around nervously, twisting loose green threads around his finger.

“For who?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She stood up, a wild grin on her face. She linked an arm with Bruno’s, causing a slight pink to tint his face.

“For me! Silly.” (y/n) smiled, leaning into Bruno’s shoulder. His blush deepened for a moment as he considered it.

He didn’t want to see her with some other guy...

“S-sure.”

That’s how he found himself knee-to-knee with his long time crush, their soft hands held by his. The sand had been sprinkled around them, and Bruno began his vision. The sand encircling them had risen, and began to show the (h/c) her future.

Sure enough, an image of her appeared, her hands reached out to then be clasped by another pair. The sand shifted to reveal the person, someone she recognised. He worked at the pottery shop in the town. She thought about it... He was kinda cute.

She missed the heartbroken look in Bruno’s eyes.

They both missed the flickering of the green light, one that revealed another man standing in his place.

The sand collapsed back into its original circle as Bruno lost focus.

“Ok. That’s enough now. Please leave.” He said awkwardly.

“Oh? Ok- I’m gonna go try to talk to him.” (y/n) grinned, and lifted her skirts as she sprinted out Bruno’s room.

Bruno didn’t even attempt to smile back at her, it was enough effort containing the tears that threatened to spill.

“Adiós, cariño!” The sweet sound of (y/n)’s voice echoed across his room. He tried to fight the blush that was forming due to the nickname, knowing that she used it in a strictly platonic way.

(cariño - honey, dear)

Bruno felt cool tears slide down his hot cheeks. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, obviously (y/n) wouldn’t ever be with someone as awkward as him. His hair was too long and never looked right, he was short, and barely anyone in the village liked him. In fact, he was pretty sure (y/n) was the only one outside the family who could stand him.

the confession ♡︎

❤︎ In which Camilo uses his gift to help Bruno confess to (y/n).

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pronouns used: they/them

Bruno had a crush on (y/n). That much was obvious. This knowledge wasn’t limited to just his family, the Madrigals, but to everyone else in the town.

Caught a glimpse of them? Flowers of blush begin to bloom on his cheeks.

They smiled? Bruno practically passes out.

Even the slightest bit of attention, and he was trembling, his knees growing weak, and forgetting how to speak.

(y/n) wasn’t intimidating. Far from it, actually. They brought a certain warmth wherever they travels, basking everyone else in their angelic benevolence. Unlike Pepa, this golden light never dimmed, casting warmth to everyone surrounding them.

To most people, Bruno wasn’t intimidating either. But to (y/n), he certainly was. They often spotted him, big eyes glaring at them, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glowered.

And yet, for some reason they still felt the urge to smile at him. To try to be his friend.

But when (y/n) saw Bruno striding over to them, a wave of panic flooded their body. He walked differently to how he had before, almost a little more confident. He stopped just before them, looking down onto the bench they sat on.

“(y/n). I’ve liked you for a really long time- Like a really long time. In fact, its beginning to bother my family. At first w- they thought it was cute, but now it’s just irritating.”

“What? ... I mean, like, really?”

That was... Surprising. They opened their mouth to speak again, but was cut of by a sudden flash of dark green that knocked over Bruno. It was... Another Bruno?

The Bruno that was just talking to them started to giggle in a very un-Bruno way. His disguise melted away and revealed Camilo, who was still lying on the floor in a laughing fit.

Bruno’s face was beyond blushing now. His olive skin tone had been taken over by a dark red flush that spread from his cheeks to his ears. Just being near them caused his vision to blur, and he was pretty sure he had a nose bleed.

“He’s lying.” Bruno whispered, his voice trembling with anxiety.

“Oh.” A weird sense of disappointment settled over (y/n).

“I’m not! He talks about you all the time! It’s always ‘(y/n) looked so pretty today, right?’ ‘Oh, (y/n) is so-” Camilo protested, only to be cut off by Bruno.

“Shut up! I don’t- Well... Erm- Sometimes I... But- I- It’s... I-” He stuttered.

“Bruno... If you really feel this way- well, er... I think that I do to.” (y/n) awkwardly admitted.

At some point, Camilo had slipped away, and Bruno was hyperaware of the fact that they were now alone. (y/n) stood up from the bench, so that they were now stood eye to eye with Bruno. They were of average height, so Bruno stood at just an inch taller. Bruno was conscious of the small space between them.

It was almost enough to just lean across and...

(y/n) smiled, almost reading his thoughts. They placed a hand on the back of his neck. Chills spread from the spot, and if possible, his blush deepened. They closed their eyes, and a rush of nerves caused Bruno to freeze as (y/n) leaned in. A loud, obnoxious voice caused them to spring apart.

“Bruno and (y/n) sitting in a tree-” Camilo and some other kids started to sing.

“CAMILO!”

omgs i finally posted this, also i ♡︎ jealousy idk why it’s adOrable, and i’m sorry i’m not sure how close this is to the original request but i hope u like it anyway <3

Mine?

❥ when bruno gets jealous of an old friend

❥ she/her

“Mi vida.” Bruno felt the soft, layered fabric of her skirt, as he pulled it in attempts to get her attention. “I’m going to go inside for a bit, all these people- It’s a bit overwhelming.”

“Ah! Of course, cariño. I love you!” She laughed, voice louder and less controlled than usual. Before he could leave, she pulled him close and peppered his face with small kisses, slightly missing the faint freckles that dotted his now-warm cheeks due to her drunken state.

She leaned against the wall, an adoring smile on her face as watched Bruno awkwardly move through the crowd. She hung around for a while, talking to people, before resting against a wall for a moment.

“(y/n)!” Her head turned, searching for the speaker.

“Oscar!” She smiled. “How are you?”

“Better now I’m talking to you.” He flirted.

Bruno had made his way back outside, deciding that being around people was worth it if he at least got to dance with his girlfriend. When he saw Oscar make his way over to (y/n), he narrowed his eyes.

Bruno made his way outside again, deciding that being around his girlfriend was worth being overwhelmed by people. His eyes searched the crowd, before they spotted her, the most beautiful girl there. They narrowed, after noticing the man next to her, butterflies of jealousy already beginning to flutter in his stomach.

“What have you been up to lately?” Oscar leaned against the wall next to her, his arm raised above her head. “Aside from your little fortune teller boyfriend.” He laughed. She hit him, although jokingly.

“Hey, don’t be mean.”

“What! It’s true, he tells the future, and he’s... you know, short. Does that bother you?”

Bruno felt his nails dig into his palm, although not hard enough to draw blood. Not only did this man have the audacity to insult him, but he was also flirting with his girlfriend.

(y/n) would never listen, if she left him it wouldn’t be for a shallow guy like Oscar. But still, Oscar needed to stay away from his girlfriend.

“No! I love him.” Stupid butterflies caused a blush to form on Bruno’s face, like they did every time she said something like that.

“Ah, come on. All the guys in the village are practically in love with you, most of the girls too. You could have anyone.”

Bruno knew that. He didn’t like it, but he knew it. Whenever they went out together, he always saw the longing looks directed at (y/n). And the jealous glares shot at him. He didn’t understand why she would want to be with him, when she literally could have anyone.

“And... Are you one of these people?” She giggled, taking a sip of her drink.

Was she flirting?

“Maybe.” Oscar smirked, obviously thinking he was getting somewhere.

Bruno’s fists clenched, he felt his nails dig into his palm. He flexed his hands, before storming over.

“Mi Vida! Bruno, this is-“ (y/n) wrapped an arm around Bruno as soon as she noticed him.

“I know.” He glared at the man, eyes narrowed.

“He’s my friend from when I was younger. We used to live next to each other.”

“Ay, we were more than friends once though, princesa?” Oscar said to (y/n), but it was obviously directed towards Bruno. The message was clear: I had her first.

Bruno pulled (y/n) closer, a strange display of affection she wasn’t used to.

“It’s nice to know that her standards have raised then.” Bruno glowered at Oscar, still holding (y/n) possessively. She looked nervously between the two, feeling the jealous tension between them.

“Ok, well, maybe we should go, Bruno?” She but her lip nervously.

“Mm, yes, Bruno. Run along now.” Oscar said condescendingly.

It wasn’t even that bad, what he said, Bruno definitely had heard worse. But he saw red, visions of Oscars hands on (y/n), him kissing her, her looking at Oscar with the same loving smile she gave himself. In an unfamiliar action, Bruno saw his hands push forward, sending Oscar flying backwards with much more force than what seemed possible for a man of his size and stature.

His jealousy fuelled shove caused quite a few of the people around the turn and stare, his familia being a part of that group.

“Stay. Away. From. My. Girlfriend.”

He stormed off, (y/n) following him anxiously. He stopped, chest heaving as he sat down upstairs in the casita. She rubbed his back, slowly, sending shivers as he leaned into her touch.

“It’s ok, Brunito. Why... why did you-“

“I’m sorry. I- heh- I suppose I was just, you know, jealous.” He laughed awkwardly, his voice fading out as he finished his sentence.

“Mi vida, why? Of Oscar? I love you, and-“

“I know, mi vida. I love you too.”

Bruno slid to the floor, leaning against the wall. (y/n) took this as a chance to snuggle up next to him, her head buried into his neck.

“You’re mine, right?” Bruno murmured, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Of course I’m yours.” She smiled sleepily before wrapping her arms around Bruno’s chest and pulling him to sleep.

This will be the first installment of a new series I’m doing, where I flesh out the little details in the books with my own personal headcanons and thoughts about them (I’ll also be adding details that weren’t in the movie or the books, but have been confirmed by the people on Twitter- basically this series will expand on any detail that wasn’t in the movie itself.) Let me know which character you’d like me to expand on next! (Please note: only the little detail is canon in any way, and even that is unconfirmed except if it’s one of the Twitter ones. The expansion headcanons are mine and are definitely not canon.)

Starting with Bruno, because of course we are!

• Bruno’s ruana is three sizes too big for him.

Starting with this one because @fuzzynat was curious about my ideas for this! First off, it could just be for comfort’s sake. We also know from concept art that Bruno’s ruana is supposed to be part of the ceremonial outfit he would wear when he had visions. It could be too big in order to give him a more mysterious air- we also know that he made up his vision ritual himself, so he has a bit of showmanship he’s added to the whole thing.

But I think it goes a little deeper than that. Bruno is the first boy born to the Madrigal family. It seems natural that, if Abuela didn’t keep any of Pedro’s things in her room (her room is described as “honoring her Pedro”) then they would have been passed down to Bruno, as the oldest male Madrigal child. And there’s a slight bit of actual evidence for this- I can’t remember for the life of me where I saw it, maybe it was concept art, but there’s a picture of Pedro wearing a green jacket floating around somewhere. Abuela’s colors are right in the middle of warm and cool, and so is Bruno’s green color- I think if Pedro had lived, green would have been both his and Bruno’s color. As it stands, Abuela may have given Pedro’s ruana to Bruno, perhaps added the hourglass pattern to it both to make it more personal for Bruno and so that it didn’t hurt quite so much to look at every day.

• Bruno’s room has a picture/sculpture of him with the eyes scratched out.

Where are my angst writers at? This one hurts. We know that nobody really went into Bruno’s room even before he left- when Abuela asks him to look into the future on the night of Mirabel’s ceremony, he does it alone- it doesn’t look like there’s anyone else in the room with him. And we know that even before Mirabel’s ceremony, Bruno wasn’t exactly…liked, because of his whole “seeing something terrible” thing. I think it’s safe to say that Bruno doesn’t particularly like his Gift. Maybe, after yet another awful vision, he scratched the eyes out of his picture/sculpture as a way of getting those feelings out without taking them out directly on himself (one book calls it a picture, the other a sculpture, so I don’t know which one is right.)

• Bruno carries a gilded case of matches in his ruana.

This one is simple on the surface, but once you get down into it…ouch.

We know that Bruno made up his vision ritual himself. I don’t know if he actually needs to do it in order to have a vision, or if it’s just for extra flair. But this headcanon works for both.

Bruno seems to have had a lot of visions about unnecessary things. Did Señora Pezmuerto really need a vision of the future to see the fate of her fish? Was the priest that concerned about his hair that he needed a vision to see if he would go bald or not? Bruno’s ritual involves matches and possibly salt (that could have been part of the ritual, or it could just have been another of his superstitions- unclear) and we see that he carries both of those things with him. I think it’s very likely that he got used to having people demand visions every fourteen seconds, and due to Abuela’s expectations he couldn’t exactly turn them down, no matter how trivial they were. So he started carrying the supplies he needed with him, in case he was asked to see into the future. (Also, both books make it a point to tell us that the match case is gilded, which seems oddly out of character for Bruno to have. You can’t convince me that wasn’t a gift from Abuela…and another subtle way to enforce her expectations, giving Bruno something he would need to be able to have a vision anywhere, any time someone asked for one.)

• The junior novelization seems to imply that Bruno’s gift can be physically painful for him to use.

Both books actually do this, although the junior novel says it more directly (weird.) Bruno’s Gift is the only one of the original triplets that has a physical indication of when he’s using it (his eyes glow green.) While I don’t think regular visions hurt him, I think trying to see something specific, like he did with Mirabel, probably is painful. (Which makes the fact that Abuela asked him to look into the future of the family…a tad bit more concerning.) I don’t know what form the pain takes- probably a migraine headache or something- but I do think it’s probably fairly bad, and likely gets worse the longer the vision lasts.

• Bruno, if not the rest of the family, is Catholic (he crosses himself when meeting Antonio’s jaguar.)

I’m not even Catholic and I think I would cross myself if I met a jaguar.

In all seriousness, though, this one makes sense to me. A quick Google search tells me that 70% of Colombia is Roman Catholic. There’s plenty of evidence of Catholicism in the Encanto. There’s a church, we see the priest of that church bless Luisa and cross himself when the proposal falls flat, Pedro and Alma are married in a church. While I personally think that the whole Madrigal family is Catholic (although I do have some other thoughts about this for when I get to Abuela), Bruno’s the only one officially confirmed as far as I know. So let’s get to the headcanons.

Bruno is very superstitious. We see that plain as day in the movie. We also know that Bruno was regarded as a bad-luck penny because of the nature of his visions. I think this definitely did go a little farther than what we heard in the song- it’s very likely that the extremely Catholic Encanto started to think of Bruno as cursed or something along those lines. Bruno may have developed his superstitions as a way to combat the bad luck everyone thought he brought with him. He’s also very ritualistic. I like to think that the rituals and rites of Catholicism were grounding for him, and even once he “left” he stuck with them. He seems to do anything he can to ward off bad luck- I think crossing himself is something he does often, and it’s a mix of an actual religious gesture and another way to try and keep his own bad luck away from him.

(Side note: I’ve seen a headcanon that the priest and Bruno used to be friends, and I can definitely see that happening. I can also see the priest getting ever-so-slightly concerned- “my child, you have been in this confession booth for at least two hours and you haven’t named a single actual sin yet, are you okay?” On the angstier side of things, I can also see the townspeople getting upset that Father Whatever-His-Name-Is (I called him Father Manuel in my fic Cambiante, but his official name remains unconfirmed) seems to be so close with that cursed Madrigal boy.)

• Bruno is the baby of the triplets.

This one is from Jared Bush’s Twitter. He says that this fact “made his departure all the more tragic.” Bruno’s both the youngest triplet and the only boy. I think, while Abuela did have high expectations for him just like she did for everyone else, she may have doted on Bruno a little more than she did Julieta and Pepa, and also had higher standards for him than the girls. I think he definitely reminds her of Pedro, if just because he’s her only son. I can imagine Pedro talking nonstop about having a son (and probably jokingly trying to get Alma to name him Pedro Jr.). When Pedro died, Abuela may have expected Bruno to carry on his legacy as the only Madrigal son, and that fact would likely have brought them a little closer (while simultaneously giving Bruno some issues. This also ties in very nicely with my headcanon about Abuela giving Bruno Pedro’s ruana.) When Bruno left, it probably broke Alma’s heart- she lost one of her last connections to her husband and her youngest child all at once. I think this is when she started to go from just having high expectations to being more stern and cold.

• Bruno doesn’t wash his underwear.

For anyone who missed the memo, this has been confirmed to be a joke by Antonio and Bruno’s rats. And I know what you degenerates are expecting. I am not making headcanons about Bruno’s underwear. The ONLY thing I will say is that I’m glad he and his rats have the kind of friendly relationship where they can embarrass each other like that. I like that they’re more than pets to him.

BUT PLEASE STOP ASKING ME ABOUT BRUNO’S UNDERWEAR.

I HAVE FOUR PEOPLE IN MY INBOX WITH QUESTIONS ABOUT BRUNO’S UNDERWEAR.

I AM NOT THE ULTIMATE AUTHORITY ON BRUNO’S UNDERWEAR.