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Would you mind doing an angsty one shot? Reader is married to Bruno, and in the days following his disappearance, she becomes depressed to the point where she can barely eat or get out of bed, and Julieta comforts her? (I'm so sorry for the angst but this wouldn't leave my head so 🥺)

{A/N: Oh my god yes! A million times over yes. I always say this but aside from Bruno Julieta is my second favorite Encanto character. I would love the idea of both woman consoling each other because theyre both so heart broken because they were the two people who loved Bruno the most. I am SO sorry this has taken forever to publish and that it's so short}

{Word Count: 1371}

{Warnings: Angst. Depression. Loss.}

The vows you took on your wedding day would live in your mind forever as a cherished memory, the meticulous process of ensuring that every word represented exactly what you felt ensuring the core status of the moment. You chose your words with care, their sentiment a statement of your love for your husband. Promises to adore and make sure he felt valued every day in your presence shouldered the brunt of your troth as you knew it was exactly what he needed to hear. You promised to guide him through the trauma of his past, following behind him as he pushed forward on his journey for self betterment. You promised to always be there even when his own visions weren't something he felt he could trust. They were commitments forged by the embers of your love, unbreakable by the forces of any nature. You would always be there…but as your hand stretched across the cold barren sheets of your seemingly colossal bed, you weren’t sure the same could be said for your Amor. Your heart bled as you stared off at the empty spot next to you, the scent of sage and lavender engulfing your senses causing your mind to overwhelm. Tears set your ducts a flame as they rolled down ceaselessly against your cheeks, the marks of their last siege still fresh on your face. It seemed like all you did these days were bawl and lay rigid here, it being a fortnight since you’d seen the outside of the sandy pit you and Bruno called a room. All your mind could do was mull over the ins and outs of the events that lead up to your husband's disappearance. How could he leave you like this? How could he abandon you without a single word? You two made a promise, more than that, a holy and unbreakable vow of marriage. The unanswered questions and betrayal left your head spiraling as you as your husband's memory overwhelmed you.

Your palms suctioned against your ears as your knees pulled tightly to your chest, sobs rippling through your body as you dove further into realms of your own thoughts. You could still remember the night he left so vividly, the distress in his eyes haunting your memories. You wished you could be in the room where it happened, where he had his last vision. What was he hiding from you the night he left? What was so critical that he felt he couldn’t share a single word with you? It didn’t sit right, the perturbation and distress stirring a tidal wave of acid against the walls of your stomach. Bruno wouldn’t just leave you like that, he loved this family. Most importantly, Bruno LOVED you.

Thrashing your fist into the empty abyss that was now his side of the bed, you let a disheartened wail fall past your lips. “I know it’s immature to still be crying like this, but it’s not fair! It’s not fair, Bruno! What did I ever do to make you think there wasn’t anything and everything I wouldn’t do for you!” you wrenched out, choking on the poor sob that happened to leave your mouth at just the wrong time.

The silence bellowed back at you in response, chipping just a bit more of your already shattered heart. You would do anything to hear him respond just one more time, anything to see his face again…anything for him. Furiously the back of your hand swiped across your strained pink eyes, anger boiling up as you choked out another cough. “I know you can’t hear me Mi amor…but I miss you.”

The sound of sand blowing across the barren bedroom floor suffocated your mind forcing you to clench your eyes tight. You didn’t anticipate a response back, but the silence still hurt more than any words could have. This was a nightmare, it wasn’t a reality, and if it was….you didn’t want to live in it any longer. You wanted to cry more and scream louder about the injustices done to your heart by the love of your life, but a gentle calming hand pressed against the back of your shoulder in a last stitch effort to sooth your qualms. “I miss him too…” a familiar nurturing, yet disturbingly broken voice chimed in. “Manita….I know my brother Bruno better than anyone in this family. I know how much he loved you…I’m sure wherever he is right now, he misses you to” she comforted, the hand that rested against your shoulder traveling it's way too your damp face. Heat radiated from the crimson surface of your cheek, her thumb gently brushing at the underside of your swollen eye. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.”

You gave the woman you proudly called family, even if it was only by an abandoned marriage, a soft shattered smile. Your eyes didn’t hide the pain that your smile did, your hurt was still transparent to the woman in front of you. “You don’t have to Imagine, I know you’re feeling just as hurt and confused as I am…” you murmur, hand moving to gently pry your sister in law's palm from your face with a sigh.

A silence grew between the two of you, Julieta’s mouth falling open, her own two eyes closing tightly. “I- had a fight with Pepa before I came here…about Bruno.” It wasn’t often you saw the oldest of the Madrigal triplets bare her true emotions, the sight shaking you to core. Julieta was the responsible one, the maternal loving caretaker that cleaned up everyone in the family's problems and never shared her own. “She kept going on about how I shouldn’t be so upset that Bruno’s gone and how all he ever did was make things harder for the family. I know things have always been delicate between the two of them….but i just-” she paused for a moment, her hand breaking free from yours to cover her face with a small whimper of her own. “I’m so tired of hearing everyone bad mouth Bruno! I told Pepa, if she can’t say anything pleasant about Bruno anymore that we aren’t going to talk about Bruno! That goes for Mama and the town too.”

Whoa, what a confession. You watched as Julieta wept into her palms, her shoulders raised as her body shook gently. You’d been so consumed by your own distraught emotions, it never crossed your mind just how selfish you were acting. You weren’t the only one in this household suffering. Hesitantly you extended your fingertips out, allowing them to tenderly press against Julieta’s shoulder. “I’ve been so busy caught up in a whirlwind of my own sorrows, I didn’t even bother to ask how YOU were doing. We’re best friends, sisters, and I didn’t even ask how Bruno’s loss was affecting you.” The tone of your voice dripped with guilt as you watched the woman raise her damp eyes from the palms of her hands. “I know it hurts to hear his name…Especially to hear it slandered and sullied like that. They just didn’t know the Bruno that WE knew. I know you don’t want anyone to talk about him, but maybe you could find a way to make an exception for me?” you ask, offering the woman an encouraging smile.

A certain newfound softness spread across the others tear glazed eyes, a small laugh falling from her lips. It was the first time she’d seen you smile since Bruno disappeared, the first GENUINE smile.

Julieta’s eyes softened, her own hand reaching up to dry her face with a smile. “For you? I’d break my own rule a million and one times Manita….I know how much you cared for my brother Bruno…and while I know you're hurt from how things are right now, I know you don't harbor any bad thoughts about him”

“Good, cause you know…I really want to talk about Bruno.” For the first time in months you felt the sorrow suffocating your soul release you.

#bruno encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto #encanto bruno madrigal #bruno x reader #disney #encanto julieta #tia julieta #julieta x reader

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Every family has favorites, don’t let anyone lie to you. Veigo’s favorite is his Tia Julieta! He’s got his mother Vanessa’s love of baking so being in the kitchen with his Tia is his absolute favorite!

{Fun fact: the first time he spent the day with Julieta cooking in the kitchen he saved aside the best least burn arepa he made for his papa! When he handed it to Bruno he said and I quote “papa Tia Julie said you’re favorite is arepas so I saved this one aside for you! Me and Tia made it with love” }

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I'm not saying that Abuela has a new favorite and that it's Pedro, but I'm sure that Isa is glad to be out of the spotlight for a while!

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Just brother in law things I suppose

{ ✨⏳Felix is definitely the type to wanna know all the good details. Not in a sick perverted way but in a hype man kind of way. ⏳✨}

Felix: “yeaaah that’s my hombrecito right there! I knew you had it in you mr lady killer! You left her weak in the knees right? You didn’t just get yourself off, yeah?”

Bruno *bright red and flustered*: “I wouldn’t just do that, I would make sure she finished first- finished at all! I uh, wow is it getting warm in here? I think I hear Mama calling, I gotta uh- I should leave maybe.”

*Bruno awkwardly trying to escape past his brother-in-law and Felix catching sight of a mark Vanessa left on Bruno’s neck*

Felix *with the biggest shit eating grin motioning towards his collar*: “I’d pop your collar up then mi amigo cause you’ve got a little parting gift from your lady if you catch my drift. Looks like she went a bit feral on you, haha Abuela isn’t gonna like that.”

Bruno *anxiously fumbling with the neckline of his ruana and shirt*: “y-yup got it. I-I’ll see you around Felix.” *mumbled under Bruno’s breathe out of embarrassment* “or maybe I’ll just hide out in the walls again until the excitement dies down”

{ ✨⏳Felix would them proceed to tell Agustin and they’d set up a boys night, an ambush if you would, so they can snatch Bruno up and give him all their trade secrets on women and what they love and what they hate. They wanna see their brother in law happy and they really would want his relationship with Vanessa to prosper! I just really love the head canon that these boys are best friends and stuff like this is just prone and while Bruno may be shy about it, he doesn’t hate it ⏳✨}

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Sorry I’ve been so MIA recently guy!!! I’ve been so caught up in my own Encanto OC and the family arc I’ve created for her and Bruno!

{For anyone new here, these are my OC Vanessa and Bruno’s children!

Sophia and (newly added) Veigo are twins! They’re the oldest and both such little trouble makers!

If you remember Sophia from before I gave her a bit of a redesign! Aside from color changes to make her appear like she is more directly related to Bruno and Vanessa, I’ve given her a new outfit! A gave her a ruana just like her papa because she is the type to do ANYTHING her father does. She ADORES that man and she wants to mimic his every move.

Veigo is new! He’s Sophia’s twin, and being a bit of the middle child definitely gets forgotten about quite frequently. He’s not really liked by many so he and his father definitely have common grounds. He’s a huge mama boy and a bit of a grump. I do have some works I’m progress of Papa bruno standing up for his son and actually going to bat with someone in the Village I’m regards to his son. I may post it here just because it’s too good to live in my mind rent free

His gift is called dream walking. So when he’s asleep instead of dreaming he’ll enter someone’s subconscious instead. It’s a bit terrifying and intrusive so not many people like having him around. He’s prone to be the family therapist when he grows up.

And then we have sweet baby Pedro. The new golden child and Abuela’s Angel. She LOVES that boy. He’s a shy little guy not really talkative. Truly the spitting image of his papa. The only real design changes Pedro’s gotten is his hair style changes just slightly. Otherwise he’s the same cutie pie.

#bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno #encanto #bruno x reader #encanto bruno madrigal #disney #rights for bruno madrigal

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I love you’re work!

My idea was maybe a feisty aunt (married to Bruno) that always looks out for Mirabel and her children who had “unwanted gifts”. Reader constantly is arguing with Abuela. Like when Mirabel and Abuebla reader is the one fighting Abuela and pointing fingers and all Bruno can do is watch in awe at his wife standing up for his niece and children.

I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I hope you do though!!

{A/N: PLEASE THIS IS EVERYTHING I INVISION WHEN I INVISION BRUNOS WIFE. SOMEONE WHOS WILLING TO GO TO BAT FOR THE FAMILY WHEN THEY FEEL TO PASSIVE AND UNABLE TO STAND UP FOR THEMSELVES. RIGHTS FOR BRUNO. RIGHTS FOR THEIR CHILDREN. RIGHTS FOR THE MADRIGALS. MMM}

{Word Count: 3349}

{Warnings: Talks of mental anguish and abuse}

When the name Madrigal circulated through the small tight knit community you called home, pride and respect followed along with it. The esteemed family held a hierarchy within the blessed Encanto, the name alone striking strength and unity into its people. For years you grew up admiring the household and the unique mystical talents stored within the many walls. Everything about la familia Madrigal seemed to be a flawless fantasy, not a single toe stepped out of line. You never conceived the idea that one day you’d be granted a life merged between yourself and the prestigious family, it being too far-fetched to even formulate in your mind, but as fate decided you fell in love with a gorgeous gentle endearing man. A man beyond your years but still ripe for the idea of marriage and love. Your engagement sparked news around the town. The most eligible bachelorette, next to the Madrigals' own Isabela, promised to marry the last of the family's triplets. Your love sparked debates and rumors around the town about how Abuela Alma must have cuckolded you into the marriage some way or another, or how Bruno’s visions forced your hand into marriage, but none of it was true. You just deeply cared for the flawed broken man, a love that held no boundaries. You’d fallen madly truly and deeply in love with the short hearthrob but he wasn’t where your love stopped. You’d come to appreciate and love each and every member of his family. You gained two sisters, who loved you just as much as they did your husband, a collection of bright and talented nieces and nephews…and when the fates decided to once again bless you, two beautiful babies of your own came into your life. It felt as if you were living in a fairytale, surrounded by the unordinary. That’s what you wanted to tell everyone. It’s what you felt you NEEDED to tell everyone, but the truth of the matter was that la familia Madrigal was flawed, fractured and broken beyond what felt like repair. When you pulled back the beautiful rose-covered curtains and looked beyond the facade the Madrigal’s put on for the people of their Encanto, things weren’t what they seemed.

Every day was a toxic trainwreck. Whose gift could be utilized for the good of the Encanto? Whose gift was burdensome and taxing? This question usually found it’s answer buried in your husband’s lap. It sickened you the way Alma treated her family as if they were nothing more than tools for success. It’d been explained to you before by Mirabel herself why Abuela was so driven to run the family so flawlessly, but the logic behind the monarch's power trips didn’t sit right with you.

“I understand that what your Mama went through was traumatic, I wouldn’t even wish it on an enemy, but it doesn’t excuse the things she says to you mi amor! You can’t just let her talk to you like that, you are worth so much more Bruno.”

“I-I…She means well, I-I know she does…I think she does. I mean she is my mother, she wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t for the good of the family.” Bruno nervously laughed, his hands messaging the patch of exposed skin at the back of his neck.

Truthfully speaking, Bruno didn’t know if what he was saying was true anymore. He’d always made excuses for why his mother was the way she was. He tried to justify her behaviors by reflecting on her traumatic past, but some days he didn’t even believe the things he said.

Eventually as the hands of time ticked forward, the first of the two children you welcomed into this world received their gift. You and Bruno were both beyond proud to see the miracle Casita blessed your tiny family with, but the pride didn’t extend up your mother-in-law’s way. “What do we do with a gift like this? I should have expected such a gift to come from your child. What does this mean for the town? We can do nothing good with this gift! Think about the Encanto, think about our family!” Her tone was rigid and venomous, causing her son to shrink down in both shame and fear.

You could feel the way your blood boiled, your fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your palm as you did your best to not say anything. It wasn’t working. You could feel the anger at the tip of your tongue. You watched as Bruno touched the tips of his index fingers together, his eyes casting anywhere but his mother’s. The way she made him look so small and weak broke your heart. “Enough! I don’t want to hear another word about this gift situation! What is done is done. Casita has bestowed a blessing to our baby, and the ONLY thing we should be thinking about is how to help them easily transition into life with this gift. I am sorry you didn’t get the perfect power you were hoping for, but they’re five years old, and terrified.” you barked, your typically soft gentle eyes hardening through the anger surfacing. Bruno’s heart twinged with a bit of relief and pride. He didn’t have the nerve to stand up to his mother like that, but he knew you were right. It sat heavy on his soul that he didn’t have the gall to stand up to his mother the way you did, but he was forever thankful you advocated enough for the both of you. You advocated enough for the entire family. There wasn’t one Madrigal in the home you wouldn’t go face Alma’s temper for.

Pepa was known for her ability to control the weather. The issue? Her emotions tended to get the better of herself and tended to cause problems. It wasn’t her intention, it really wasn’t. But growing up with Abuela it was hard for her to be able to express herself properly. Even at the small age of five years old if Pepa cried, grew angry, or did anything out of line that wasn’t considered “perfect” to Alma all hell would break loose. Pepa wanted to improve. She really wanted to healthily control her emotes so they wouldn’t affect her powers as much, but it was hard. Luckily for her you happened to be great at helping her slowly regain control. Using the tips you used to use whenever you were upset or angry such as deep breathing and counting to ten Pepa found it easier to be less of a walking hurricane. Well that was until Alma stepped into the picture again. Even with everything you taught Pepa to do when her emotions got all crazy, Abuela always had her way to put Pepa in a state of mind that would cause destruction.

You watched as the middle Madrigal triplet aggressively combed her palms over the copper strands of hair that wigged out of position on her thick braided ponytail. Her shoulders hunched close to her ears as she sat silently taking her verbal lashings, eyes casting down as she repented for the unsatisfactory weather she had been producing. “Do you have any idea what kind of weather you’ve been producing down the mountain? Snow! The Encanto isn’t prepared to deal with weather that extreme! We’ve talked about this before Pepa, you need to control your emotions better, we can’t have snow building up!”

You gave a scoff, watching as Felix’s hands gently tried to swat the snow filled cloud away from his wife’s head, “She’s trying her best! Chur’ just lucky the snow isn’t 28 inches deep!”

“Well sometimes your best just isn’t good enough. I don’t care how you get this situation to stop, but I want it to stop, immediately!” Alma threatened, her voice crackling like the thunder that formulated in the clouds above Pepa’s head. “Figure it out.”

You could feel the way your stomach spun as you listened to this argument play out. How could a mother talk this way to her own child? Stepping around the corner you intruded on a conversation that didn’t involve you whatsoever. It was one of the things Alma truly disliked about you. Avoiding the elder’s eye contact you gently situated your body alongside your husband’s sister, hands gently cupping hers. “I think that a little snow is beautiful, and has never hurt anyone before. Sure the cold can be a bit inconvenient and the snowfall does make things a little bit more difficult, but there’s a subtle beauty in the snow storm.” Your eyes casted from Pepa’s, which were damp and stained pink from the tears that were streaming down her cheeks, to Alma’s which boiled with anger and disgust. “I’d tell your precious Encanto to prepare for the inclimate weather because Pepa WILL feel whatever she wants to feel.”

Felix’s eyes gazed over at you appreciatively, his wife’s index finger rubbing along her water line to clear the tears she had stored. “You’re feelings are important Pepa, don’t push them away. You shouldn’t feel like you have to hide how you feel just to please some people.” You could feel the way your Mother-in-law’s eyes burned into the back of your head, “Express the emotions you need Carina, we'll make sure the village can weather the storm.” Your interference might not have been requested, but it was most certainly appreciated.

As time progressed the struggle to keep your heated opinions inside your mind felt like a chore. You could feel yourself growing resentful of the elder as you tried to navigate through her mental mindfields. How could you sit on the side and watch this woman tear the love of your life down, piece by piece until there was nothing but a husk left when she was done. It broke you to witness the way Bruno strived for his mothers approval. Typically you could lay dormant and stay out of their affairs, but you couldn’t rest idle any longer. “Another bad prophecy!...I don’t care what it is about, I don’t want to hear it! The Encanto needs good news! News for us to grow and prosper! I don’t know why you hate our familia so much and why you want to see our village suffer, but it needs to stop! Why can you never come to me with good news?”

You watched the way your husband's body shriveled in on itself, his typically bright and fun green eyes liquifying as he did his best to fight back the tears. She was right in his mind, everything said to him were the things he grew up hearing. They were cultivated in his brain, the seeds of self doubt and hatred growing. You could see the way his chest rose and fell with haste as he followed behind the woman trying to explain. You felt a set of tears welding in your own eyes as you watched the travesty unfold. “Mama, please. You have to listen to me, I-I know it’s bad news but I think-”

“No! I don’t want to hear a single word from your mouth! I don’t care what you have to do with that vision but get rid of it! Go, I don’t want to hear any news from you unless it’s good news! We need good news.” The woman snapped, her body swiveling on her heels. Her eyes were sharp daggers digging into your husband’s, the sheer anger behind them enough to make the man step back. It was enough. You couldn’t stand by quietly and listen to the argument anymore. “How DARE you say that Bruno doesn’t love this family. He ADORES this family!” you spat through gritted teeth, body moving to step between the two heated parties.

Your husband reached forward, hands trembling slightly as he moved to place a palm against the fabric of your shoulder. “Mi vida…please.”

“No Bruno, I’ve had enough! I understand the traumas you've been through in your life Alma. Losing the love of your life immediately after giving birth to your children, losing your home the same day, I don’t discredit the strength you’ve had all your life. You’ve been such an amazing leader to our Encanto, but as a mother I can’t say the same.”

Bruno’s eyes begged you to show some mercy as his grip tightened on your body. “Y/N…”

Blinded by the downfall of your pent up anger and frustrations, the flow of truth couldn’t be calmed even by your husband’s pleas. “I want to know…Do you have just an ounce of regret for the things you say to your family? Do you realize the emotional damage you’ve inflicted on each and every member of our home? Isabela is terrified to be who she wants. You’ve been drilling the idea of perfectionism into her brain since she was five. Despite the way you’ve suppressed Pepa’s feelings throughout the years, Julieta doesn’t let herself feel a single thing. She’s too busy running rampant like a robot, functioning only in perfect mode. You expect so much from this family and it isn’t fair! “

Her features all pulled together scrunching the wrinkles on her face, a look of pure anger and disgust consuming her gaze. “You have no right to talk about how I run mi familia! If I had things my way, you wouldn’t be part of this family! All you do is cause problems around this casita! You-you think you’re helping everyone with these big talks and-and these crazy ideas! You are the reason this family is so divided! It started the day Bruno bought you into this house!”

You could feel your heart chip as your eyes began to sting and water, tears of anger and sadness threatening to bombard your cheeks. You wanted to retort with some witty come back, some snide remark, but before you could another voice was already filling the air. “I don’t care what you think and say about me, but I will NOT let you talk to my wife like that! She has done nothing but try to bring our familia together, how dare you blame her for the problems we have. They’ve been here long before I bought her into this house. You may not want to hear it mama but….S-she’s right.”

Betrayal washed over Alma’s face as her hands clutched to her chest, the sight making you feel just a bit terrible for the approach you had to the situation. Admittedly you let your anger consume your vision and for that you felt shameful. While the woman in front of you had committed her fair share of wrong doings, you knew two wrongs didn’t make the situation right. You moved to step forward in an attempt to soothingly reach out for your mother in law's hand, understanding when her body closed itself away from you. A thick tension filled the room as the floor tiles began to chatter and shake, the house trembling as you returned back to your original stance alongside your lover. The typical calmness of the house seemed to dissipate, a sense of unease settling in your gut. While the older woman stood, her eyes casted towards the grout as her hands clutched the black shawl draped over her fragile shoulders shut, the house’s discontent grew clearer. The walls began to convulse violently as words of hatred began to fall from Alma’s mouth. “Get out. I want you out of this house and out of my family! You are no longer welcomed in MY home!”

Casita’s floors began to shuffle and shift, shoving you towards the door against your will. Bruno extended a hand out your way in an attempt to stabilize your body but casita worked tirelessly against him pulling the two of you apart. “Mi Vida! Mi Vida!”

Panic stricken, your hand flies forward in a desperate attempt to reach out for your husband's palms, you unsure of what was happening. “Bruno!” You called back until finally your body was thrown into the rigid grass of the Madrigal lawn. It wasn’t a gentle toss, the fall leaving your body scuffed and bruised. Tears threatened to riot down your cheeks in a violent display of retaliation as you pushed yourself to your feet staring up at the house that was no longer yours. It was clear the town elder needed a chance to cool off, forcing you to spend the night back in your old family home, just at the edge of the Encanto. Your husband and children joined you just a few hours later, the sting of the family disaster still harboring freely in Bruno’s mind. While you had been reunited with your family, you still couldn’t help the way your heart weighed heavily at the thought of all the problems you’d created that day.

In a change of pace, your love spent the remaining few hours of the day consoling you through the guilt that held your mind hostage. As your bodies morphed against one another in a bed that felt entirely too small, you let your ear rest against his chest. “Mi Vida, it’s not your fault, okay?….My mama was out of line. You were- I mean you’ve always been right. I let her get away with so much mistreatment. I think when things cool down, maybe we could possibly talk with Mamà…I know I’m not one for confronting problems , but this is a big one mi vida that needs to be handled properly. I think the fate of our family depends on you and Mama making up.” Your body tensed in thought, Bruno’s mind spiraling as he frantically tried to backpedal on his previous statement. “T-that’s not to say if you don’t make up with my mother I-I’m gonna leave or anything like that! I’d never leave you and the kids-I just- I meant to say our fate with my family I guess…”

Relief flushed over your body as you let the small chuckle that bounced around in your throat pass through your lips. While his delivery might not have been impeccable the message your husband tried to portray was clear, you and the Abuela were in desperate need of a heartfelt conversation. Your body nuzzled closer to your husband, the youngest of your two children nuzzled between the two of you. “You're right mi amor…” your fingers gently brushed through the child's curls, fingertips gently unwinding them as they slept with their face crushed against your stomach. “I know my communication with your mother has been lackluster till this point, but I believe that we’re both capable of fixing the relationship we have,” you murmur.

A flutter rippled through Bruno’s chest as he watched you interact with the child formed from the bond and devotion you shared. His lips pressed forward to leave a lingering kiss against your forehead. “Get some rest mi Vida. If you plan on talking to my mother tomorrow, you’re gonna need all your energy.” he huffed.

He was right, talking with Alma would be the challenge, but it was a challenge you were willing to face head on for your family. As promised, as soon as the sun rose and your eyes wicked the sands of slumber from their ducts you were ready to talk. You typically prided yourself on your communication skills, but today you didn’t feel as confident voicing your opinions. Swallowing the breath you unintentionally held, you let your fist rap gently against the wide wooden doors of Casita. You half expected the house to lock it’s doors, but instead you were washed away by surprise as the doors widely opened without hesitation. You took the instant acceptance into the Madrigal home as a sign of good faith. You could tell that this talk would be a positive one. You couldn’t wait to clear the air and build a better relationship with the woman you once used to admire. It would be a long journey, but for your familia you were willing to do it. You’d always stand up for your family and do what was right, no matter what.

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{A/N: ✨⌛️Unwanted content about Vanessa and Bruno BUT she is 100% his safe space. When he gets overwhelmed by intrusive thoughts she’s there to calm him down. She’s got such a gentle approach when it comes to soothing people, she’s definitely known as the soother of the house. Whenever anyone has a problem and needs to talk she’s the one they look for!! ⌛️✨}

{I have this little head canon for her, since she’s the family therapist in a sense haha that whenever Pepa is causing drastic disaster weather, she’ll step in and talk to her. (Not that Felix isn’t capable but sometimes women just need to talk to other women to feel better! Someone who understands). She always validates her sister in laws emotions and tells her that if it needs to snow for a few days that the village will make due. It always makes Pepa smile a bit because other than Felix she’s grown up all her life having people tell her to suppress what she’s truly feeling because it’s inconvenient.}

{Bruno definitely would fall deeper in love with her watching how she cares so passionately about his well being as well as the other members of his family 💚💚💚}

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I'm not sure if you've done it but could you write a wholesome one for yours and Bruno's wedding day?

He's all nervous and you're excited and you both are experiencing different things until the actual ceremony happens and you're both happy to be together.

Thank you ❤

{A/N: I love this! It's super cute and I haven't suprisingly enough done anything similar to this before!}

{Word Count: 1983}

{Warnings: Extreme fluffy content}

Throughout the small Encanto, church bells rang, their sweet tones marking the beginning of a monumental moment for the village. There would be no room for misintentions, everything was required to run smoothly and according to the predetermined plans set forth by the head of the Madrigal family. “Everything HAS to go perfect! The entire Encanto is relying on this wedding to go on without a single hitch,” the town's fearless leader preached, her hands gently brushing down the front of her son’s guayabera.

Bruno's body shifted uncomfortably under his mother’s fingers, his neck craning back as he tried to avoid the contact of her knuckles against his cleanly trimmed face. He felt vulnerable and exposed without the faded green of his ruana to hide behind. “Mama, please. I-I know this has to go well…It will go well.” a sharp breath sucked between his lips as he broadened his chest, palms resting against Alma’s shoulders. “I-I can finish getting myself ready on my own, I’m 50 years old. W-why don’t you um- just, go see if Pepa needs some help getting Antonio ready?”

The tension in Bruno’s body seeped into the open air of the room, the respected elder sighing in response. “I know I am putting a lot of pressure on you my Brunito…but I just want this all to go well for you. Y/N is so very good for you mijo, I want you both to have such an amazing special day to remember.”

His mother’s sentiment was something he cherished deep within his heart. The two may share a complicated emotionally draining relationship at times, but their love was still strong. He loved his family with everything in his being and he couldn’t wait for that sentiment to extend out to you as you finally merged into the mixed bag of Madrigals. His head was clouded with an array of emotions as he watched his mother press her time worn hands on either side of his face, lips blessing each cheek. “I’ll give you your space.”

A twinge of pain pulled on the strings of his heart as he watched his mother exit the room, the nerves inside his chest beginning to build as he was left alone with his thoughts. Admittedly while his mother’s nagging was grinding his patience, having her presence close by did take his mind off the overwhelming monster that began too bare down on his brain. What if things didn’t go to plan? He didn’t want to ruin yet another wedding. What if he said the wrong things to you, somehow swayed your mind and left you questioning your choice? Would you leave him then and there? What if he messed up the vows, made a huge fool out of himself in front of the entire Encanto? Everyone's perspective of him was already askew, what would they think if he embarrassed not only himself but you as well.

The tides of uncertainty thrashed against the lining of his stomach, as his brain began to forge fake scenarios and unlikely what if’s. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t-

“Aye there’s the man of the hour!” Agustin smiled, fingers fidgeting with the cuff links at the edge of his sleeves. “Only an hour left until you and the love of your life create a bond set in time. Dedicating yourselves solely to each other for the rest of your days” he dramatically spoke, slinging an arm around his brother-in-law's shoulder.

“Y-yeah….about that. What if I- What if she- What if I Bruno this entire wedding up, ya know? What if I say something and mess her whole day up and she regrets ever saying yes to me” Bruno panicked, hands wringing around each other anxiously.

A laugh bounced around in the taller males throat, he shaking his head amused. “Ah, the wedding day jitters. I remember those. I got myself so worked up on my wedding day, filled with a whirlwind of emotions, that I accidentally burned myself practicing my vows. I was so busy focusing and panicking over what to say that I wasn’t paying attention. I let my hand get too close to the flame. Caught my sleeve on fire and everything.” He nodded, lips pressed firmly in thought as his index and thumb cradled his chin. “I thought to myself, there’s no way such a beautiful graceful woman would still want to marry me, but I was wrong. Julieta loves me for who I am, and…..I’m sure Y/N feels the same about you.”

Bruno couldn’t fight the way his lips tugged up ever so slightly in the corners, his body relaxing under the others words. “I just- I don’t want to let anyone down I guess.”

“Just be yourself. This is your wedding day too amigo. Don’t worry about what everyone else thinks, you’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. Just worry about you and your wife. Trust me..”

It was crazy to think that the love of your life, the man you were about to betroth and confess your undying love for, was grappling with the idea that you could so easily change your mind. How could this man ever think for a second that you could ever just choose to not love him, as if it was a choice you had free control over. Your heart had been stolen many months ago, the idea of just taking it back willingly seemed entirely fictional. As you sat with Pepa’s hands strategically placing pins throughout your hair to hold selected strands in place, you couldn’t help the content puff of air that slipped past your lips. As your mind wandered and reveled in thoughts of your soon to be husband, you hardly even noticed when your bridesmaid finished with her handy work. “There! All done, que linda!” Pepa smiled, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she gave your body a gentle squeeze. “Do you love it?”

A small hm bubbled on your lips as you turned your head in various directions, trying to admire the beautifully styled do from various angles. “I think it looks absolutely perfect. Do you think Bruno will like it?” You ask, a shimmer of teenage excitement and giddy lighting up the room.

Pepa couldn’t help the way her heart clenched, a cloud forming above her head. “I think he’s going to love it. I know how much he cares about you, I think you’ll take the breath right out of him.”

A ripple of thunder echoed through the room, Mirabel gently grabbing her aunt’s arm with a chuckle “Tia pepa, your cloud? You're gonna get Tia Y/N all wet and Delores just finished her makeup.”

Sniffling, Pepa ran the back of her palm against her eyes with a smile. “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m so happy for you and Bruno, you’re the perfect fit for my brother.”

Warmth spread over your cheeks as Pepa clutched her hands tightly to her chest, tears in her eyes as she glanced you up and down. “When Bruno first brought you home, I was skeptical. I was so quick to judge you and I didn’t even know a single thing about you. Now…I can’t imagine a second in my life where you aren’t here as part of the familia Madrigal. You’ve been there for each one of us, not just Bruno. You give the best talks in the house, and I speak on behalf of all of us when I say having you as part of this family is a blessing.”

Tears formed in the ducts of your own eyes, your fingers fanning your face in an attempt to wick them away, denying them their right to fall. You let your arms snake around Pepa’s torso, two more sets of arms wrapping around both of you as both Mirabel and Delores overlapped their bodies on top of yours. You were so excited. You loved this family so much. You had grown to love each member individually for who they were, not just for the gifts they held. You loved Bruno, and his family held no exception, they were just as valued and adored. As time ticked on, you couldn’t help the way your heart swelled with excitement knowing that any minute you’d be face to face with the man of your dreams.

When the moment finally came, your bodies face to face with each other, the sensation of mariposas fluttering through your rib cage pulled a smile across your lips. You’d been waiting all day to see him, and now that he was in your sights, you couldn’t dare pull your eyes away from him for one second. As the ceremony proceeded, you could sense a wave of unease flush over Bruno’s body, his fingers clutching his candle for life as beads of sweat formulated on his brow. Nonchalantly you let your upper arm rest against his before glancing up at him, the look in your eyes speaking a thousand words. Reassurance between the two of you had become more than words and praises. It became looks and silent gestures that the two of you could exchange publicly without causing attention. This was one of those gestures. “With these two candles, both husband and wife shall step forward and exchange their vows. Let the love you both hold individually ignite the flame of the candle you shall both share as the fires of matrimony carry you through the remaining years of your life. Bruno, step forward.”

Swallowing the wad of saliva and nerves that had gathered in the back of his throat, you watched in anticipation as your soon to be husband moved forward.

He could do this, he could do this. Closing his eyes, Bruno gently touched the flame of his candle to the fresh virgin wick of the beautifully decorated white candle on the altar in front of everyone. “Yo, Bruno, te tomo a ti Y/N, como mi esposa. Prometo serte fiel en lo próspero y en lo adverso, en la salud y en la enfermedad. Amarte y respetarte todos los días de mi vida.”

Your palms grew moist as you realized the collective crowd was longing to see you repeat the same steps. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you took Bruno’s hand with your free one, stepping up onto the altar along side him. Without hesitation, you touch the flame of your candle to the newly burning one, the flame growing stronger and brighter. “Yo, Y/N, te tomo a ti, Bruno, como mi esposo.Prometo serte fiel en lo próspero y en lo adverso, en la salud y en la enfermedad. Amarte y respetarte todos los días de mi vida”

A wave of thunder crackled through the church, you trying your best to suppress the giggle building up in your chest. The minister lifted the candle from the table, gently placing it in both of your palms, before smiling. “With the power I have, I now pronounce you two husband and wife. May the bonds of your marriage forever burn as bright as the flames of this candle. FELICIDADES!”

The church erupted into celebratory jubilation, Bruno’s body suctioning against yours as you both walked out of the church, candle happily placed in your hands. He was over the moon, enthralled to be by your side. The feeling was mutual as you leant up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, forehead gently grazing against his as you whispered out. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together mi amor.”

He smiled, lips pressing to your ear as he lowly whispered back “and I can’t wait to take you home tonight, mi vida. Don’t get too tired at the celebration, we have our own after party tonight.”

Your cheeks tinted a pale rose, you couldn't wait to see what your husband had in mind for the two of you later.

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HEY GUYS! I just wanted to take a minute to say

✨⌛️I have not forgotten about all the amazing requests you’ve dropped into my in box!!! Anyone waiting on a request I promise I’ll get to them soon 😭😭I’ve just been super busy with work as well as drawing copious amounts of fan art for bruno and my OC!!⌛️✨

I just wanted to take a minute to introduce you all to my little Bruno family while I was here! 💚💚

I’m not sure if anyone will care to read about my OC and her kids but I’ve decided to post it anyway!

Her name is Vanessa 💚

Here’s a little about her and the relationship she shares with Bruno:

She’s 30 years old, but just as short as half of the kids in the Encanto! It’s the on going joke that Tío Bruno managed to find a wife shorter than he is.

When I say short, I mean she’s TINY. She’s only 143 cm. (4’8)

Her family owns a bakery in the Encanto. Delgado Dough

She has one sister who is 16 years of age. Her name is Pamela and they do NOT get along.

She totally thinks her sister is a pampered spoiled little princess who’s never had to lift a finger to help their parents and their bakery.

Before marrying Bruno, she’d work the bakery in the mornings and dedicate her nights to painting just at the edge of the village under the night stars.

She loves the arts, all forms. Music, painting, drawing, dance.

She’s quite the musician, seeing as her father’s favorite past time was pushing forward his knowledge and love for music

It definitely helps her adjust into the Family Madrigal. A house so full of music and talent.

Her favorite color is coincidentally green! She’s always been drawn to the color, it feeling so natural and beautiful.

In fact one of the first things Vanessa says to Bruno is “I like your ruana. Green is such a beautiful color, and it really looks nice on you. It brings out your eyes.”

He is FLUSTERED. He could have choked on his own tongue.

He stood there opening and closing his mouth trying to think of a comeback until Mirabel put the poor man out of his misery and interjected.

She found it kind of endearing. She’d never seen someone react to a complement like that.

Once they met, Bruno would be in town every day just hoping to bump paths with her again.

If you’ve ever heard of In The Heights (another amazing soundtrack done by the lyrical genius Lin Manuel Miranda) Bruno reminds me of Usnavi when it comes to Vanessa. Especially in the song “It Wont Be Long” when Usnavi and Sonny are singing Vanessa’s name.

Mirabel told him multiple times “Tiooo just talk to her already! Come on let’s go let’s go! Make a move!”

He eventually listened… he’s just…slow about making his first move.

Painfully slow.

When Bruno brings her home she has no trouble settling into the family.

Vanessa always tells Bruno’s nieces and nephews that she doesn’t have a favorite.

She does.

It’s Mirabel. Just don’t tell anyone else, especially Mira.

She also bonds pretty well with both Pepa and Julieta.

She definitely finds it easier to bond with Julieta however. They just have a similar interest in cooking, and they both have this nurturing aura about them.

Her and Pepa definitely have a rocky relationship, neither of them caring for each other at the start. They couldn’t seem to see eye to eye but now they get along thick as thieves.

Vanessa’s relationship with Alma though….is complicated. She always grew up admiring the woman, but when she realized all the trauma and pressure the founding Madrigal placed on the family’s members, her perspective shifted.

She tries to keep her emotions towards Alma’s blatant mistreatment of Bruno hidden, but sometimes it’s hard. When her husband breaks down in her arms from the overwhelming burdens and traumas of his past, it takes her everything she has not to say something to her mother in law.

With that said, Vanessa would defend Bruno with her last breath. Rights for a Bruno Madrigal was the hill she’d choose to die on.

Her family is pretty comfortable with Bruno. The only person she has to defend him to is her sister.

God she’s so annoying! 16 years old and thinks she knows everything about everything! “I heard he was 7 foot tall…he looks BARELY taller than you.”

She’s one protective mama bear. She’s protective of her husband and even more protective of their babies….

Sophia and Pedro. Bruno’s weak point.

Sophia is 7, and the biggest little trouble maker you’ll EVER meet. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not a bad kid, she’s just a little menacing sometimes.

Her gift definitely leads her into a lot of trouble.

Her gift is mimic. It’s kind of like her cousin, but instead of shifting her shape, she can perfectly copy the sound of anyone or anything. (Etc. her mothers voice, an animal, a baby crying.)

She is such a little menace when it comes to using this power. Her and her cousin Camilo are a sight for sore eyes together. They like to pull pranks on the entire family. Camilo will shape shift and Sophia will throw her voice from another room. Truly the wombo combo.

She definitely is a bit spoiled…so if Vanessa says no to something, she’ll try and trick her father.

She usually can. Bruno’s disappointed in himself every time for falling for it. Vanessa is also upset everytime he falls for it.

She doesn’t abuse her gift too much though, most of it’s in the name of fun and games.

Her favorite cousin is Luisa. She wants to be big and strong and cool like Luisa one day.

Pedro is 5 years old.

He is the SWEETEST little boy in the world.

Vanessa literally hit copy and paste on bruno. The kid is the spitting image of his father at that age.

He’s a little sensitive guy, and a huge mamas boy. Is always attached at Vanessa’s hip.

His gift is like a sixth sense. He can talk to the dead and see them.

The first few days with his gift were overwhelming. He refused to stay in his room, crying every time he went near it. (If you’ve seen coco, it looks similar to the land of the dead. ) Definitely the biggest room in the house.

He was petrified every time he saw a spirit, clutching onto Vanessa’s dress begging her to make them go away.

The first spirit to try and talk to him is of course Abuelo Pedro.

He sits down with the boy and explains to him that he would have never blessed him with such a strong and important gift, like his father’s, if he didn’t think he was capable of handling it.

Pedro soon becomes used to his grandfathers presence, and learns to find comfort in his gift.

The little sugar skull on his ruana is a gift from Mirabel, something to make him feel less scared about his gift.

He’s Abuela’s new golden child.

Sorry Isa.

Not only is he the baby’s baby, and her last grandchild, he is always very vocal about sharing messages from Abuelo.

Abuelo always tells Pedro to relay a message to Abuela every morning, usually something along the lines of “let her know I’m here waiting for her, and that I think she still looks beautiful.”

Bruno’s low key a little jealous of the relationship his son and Abuela have.

When Alma passes on, Pedro is devastated. He looks for Alma every night, panicking when she doesn’t appear right away.

“What if she’s lost? What if she doesn’t come back! What if I never get to see Abuela again!”

When she finally reappears, he runs through the house letting everyone know that Abuela is rightfully back in the house with the Madrigals.

✨⌛️ If you stuck around to read all of this TYSM! I just really love the characters I’ve created and the stories I have for all of them! After I finish some of the requests I have I want to start posting little short fictions of things I think happen between Vanessa, her husband, their kids, and the other Madrigals!⌛️✨

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Head canons of Bruno with a S/O who suffers from chronic illness.

{A/N: ✨⌛️Here I am, suffering at work yet again dreaming about Bruno being here at my side once more. I adore this man so much and I think about the non stop comfort and compassion he’d show his significant other. Of course I’m self projecting my misery into my work again, but what else is new here el oh el ✨⌛️}

{Word count: unknown I never keep track on head canons lol}

{Warnings 🚨: talk of chronic illness}

I want to start this off by saying, he knows his sister cannot fix chronic problems like the ones you suffer from, and he feels incredibly guilty about it.

It’s not like it’s something he can control, just like your sickness isn’t something you can control, but the idea of living with a healer who can’t help eats away at him.

He’d still ask Julieta to cook you something to alleviate your symptoms and pains. While her food can’t permanently rid your body of it’s suffering, her meals are like a little bandaid for the problem.

He’d be patient and tender towards your emotions when you feel so uncomfortable and irritable. Anything you need he’s so attentive and eager to help with.

Every time you’d whimper and groan, complaining reflexively, he’d just push your hair back from your face and kiss your forehead.

Bruno: “I know mi vida, I know. Try and get some rest, okay? We don’t have to leave the bed today if you’re feeling so miserable, we can just lay here all day. Oh! I could put on a performance for the latest chapter of Todos Mis Hijos Rata! It’ll be great, just what you need to feel better! See Erika just found out that her prima Vanessa has been sleeping with the father of her children, Juanito! Just stay right there get comfy, I’ll go get the rats!”

Every little bit of effort the man goes through to make you feel better, sends your heart flying. Plus his telenovelas are a great way to distract your brain from the pain.

I cannot stress this enough, but he is SO good at validating your feelings and pain. Even if it’s not something physical he can see, he always makes sure it’s clear that he knows you’re suffering.

You don’t have to overthink things around him. If you say that you feel sick, he’ll accept that answer and immediately work towards aiding your discomfort. He never once questions how you feel. It’s a relief not to have to over explain that you feel sick because you have a silent illness that doesn’t show.

On your bad days where you suffer from intense flair ups, he doesn’t leave your side. He’d do anything and everything humanly possible to make you feel better. He makes sure you stay hydrated and brings you food from Julieta every few hours. Even if you feel like you can’t eat he makes sure your body is holding the nutrients it needs.

Bruno: “here mi vida, Julieta made this for you. Try a bite, it may make you feel better….I know you feel sick to your stomach but hey, a little food may make you feel better. It’s just a bland arepa no queso. The dough should uh um…should absorb some of the extra acid in your stomach and uh make you feel a little better…that’s what my sister said at least, and I-I trust her. Eat up my vida.”

You can’t help the way your lips fight their way into a smile. While you most likely won’t eat a thing, you appreciate the efforts. For his sake you’d at least nibble the arepa throughout the day.

If you're suffering through a flair up and you've got important plans you cant cancel, he'll make sure to stay close in case you need him.

He's constantly covering for you to help ease any embarrassment you may feel about disappearing for long periods of time to alleviate yourself.

If somebody notices your gone, without hesitation he’d come up with an excuse, even if he is a terrible liar.

Antonio: “where’s Tia? We were just gonna start playing fetch with Pearce.”

Bruno: “O-oh, Tia had to u-uh take care of something really quick. How about I step in for a bit until she comes back? Sound good, kiddo?”

You feel so safe venting and sharing your problems with the man. He’s an amazing listener. He never interrupts and will let you ramble on for as long as you need.

He always says the sappiest cutest things at the end. Guaranteed to make you smile like an idiot.

Y/N *tearing up a bit*: “I feel bad whenever I have to bail out on your family, mi amor. What if they hate me for it? I just- I feel guilty. I wish I didn’t have to disappear all the time and I wish I could be there more. God it’s so embarrassing when I just have to get up and leave in the middle of a conversation because I’m in agony.”

Bruno: “Don’t feel guilty mi vida. I know you can’t control these things, it’s okay. Nobody’s perfect ya know? A-And at least you only disappear for like 10 minutes tops, I disappeared for 10 years and they still welcomed me back like nothing ever happened aha….I’m just saying mi vida, my familia is pretty understanding and if they aren’t? Well, I’ve learned that getting my family’s approval is something I can live without. If they don’t like you for something you can’t control, forget them. I-I don’t care what they have to say about you, and neither should you Y/N. Illness or not I think you’re perfect.”

Why is he just the perfect man!!

You could literally climb into his lap and cover his face FULL of kisses.

You do. Without hesitation. Flustering the man silly.

You’re absolutely blessed to have a partner so understanding and loving.

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Part 3 to Bruno x Pregnant Reader Head canons???? ( Retitling to Dad Bruno x Reader)

{A/N: It's been requested once or twice that I do a part three to the Bruno x Pregnant reader Head Canon arch. I love the idea of Bruno multiplying like rabbits but I think him and his wife would agree two babies is perfect for their family, so I don't persay think I can call this Bruno x Pregnant Reader anymore. However, because I do ADORE dad Bruno and because I myself am so far down the rabbit whole of Dad Bruno I will oblige. I have thought long and hard about Bruno's children, even going as far as drawing designs for them and doors haha I love them both so much! I’ve even named them, that’s how you know I am attached lmaoooo. But for the sake of immersion I’ll keep the babies nameless for the reader! :) So I guess here's part 3 of what I'll be calling from this point on Dad Bruno x Reader}

Having experienced fatherhood once already, Bruno felt confident about handling anything a second baby could throw his way. While navigating the ins and outs of raising a child weren’t exactly what Bruno would consider a cake walk, he was more than ready to take on the challenge of raising a second bundle of joy. You’d chuckle at the eagerness in his eyes, as he’d wait every day for the babies arrival.

The man would be just a bit more on edge about your comfort levels this time around. He remembered from your last pregnancy how Pepa told him not to dote over you, but he couldn’t help it. Even now, 37 weeks pregnant, you still chased after your princesita as if you weren’t about to fall into labor at any given moment. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t uneasy watching you. We all know Bruno is a terrible liar anyway.

He’d definitely try to take over most of the responsibilities when it came down to tending for your daughter. Bath time? He was on it. No need for you to get on your knees and struggle to get back up. He could give her a bath, and he was pretty damn good at it too! She loved when Papa gave her a bath instead. Dinner? On it! He wasn’t the best cook honestly, but if Julieta wasn’t cooking for the night he’d make sure she went to bed full and satisfied. Bedtime? He’d rock the girl in his arms until she eventually fell deep enough under the sands of slumber to be tucked in for the night. Truly he went above and beyond just to make sure you didn’t over exert yourself in these last three weeks.

While you found it endearing that the man worried this much, you wanted him to relax. If he kept this pace up, when the newest addition to your family arrived, he’d have no energy to help care for the newborn.

Y/N: “Mi amor, come lay down. You should get more rest. Once this baby is born we BOTH aren’t going to be seeing the backs of our eyelids for a VERY long time. I know you want to help, but just take it easy.”

Bruno: “Right, no I know that... I just, I have to finish what I was doing for princesita. I uh, I don’t want to let her down ya know?”

Y/N: “So let me do it, I can still help take care of our daughter. I’m pregnant Bruno, not incapable”

Ouch that tone! Where did that come from? WHOO WHOO Mood swing alert!

Bruno wasn’t a novice when it came to understanding the hormonal imbalances a pregnant woman barreled through. Being the only brother amongst two sisters, he learned a thing or two about not taking the emotional pendulum swings as personal blows. While they still did hurt, he tried his best to understand you may not have meant the tone you delivered your frustrations with.

Bruno: “I know you aren’t mi Vida. I wasn’t trying to imply that you were- I mean, I didn’t mean to make you feel- I just. I want you to relax too. I know once this little guy comes out, neither one of us are going to be doing a whole lot of relaxing” he’d pause and nervously laugh “I think I’ll probably end up with a few more grey hairs by the end of this but I still want to do everything I can now to help make this easier for you. I remember how tired you were when our Princesita was born, I felt...so bad that I couldn’t help you. I guess that’s kind of why I’m over doing it now...”

The man could admit it. He was going a bit too far trying to take everything on by himself. Parenthood was a journey the two of you embarked on together. There was a lot of give and take, and lately he’d been doing all the taking. He was tired, and his body felt that. He’d throw his body next to yours on the bed, eyes closing as he took a deep relaxing breath in through his nose a yawn passing his lips. He guessed it wouldn’t cause too much harm if you were to trade places with him.

Bruno: “Think you’re up to the challenge of playing dress up? We had a whole Gala planned out for the cast of El joven y el inquieto. Mirabel even spent all day stitching little costumes for the rats...They look cute. I’d love to go but I think I’m beat. Papa needs a nap.”

Your heart would soar. This man really did go the extra mile when it came to making his little girl smile. You’d give his nose a gentle smooch, before covering him up with the blankets. He doesn’t even wait for your response, the instant you tuck him in he’s out, light little snores passing his lips.

To no surprise, just as expected, once the new baby is born sleep becomes a myth to both you and Bruno.

Your husband looks like night of the walking dead and you definitely FEEL like the walking dead.

So much for the confidence he had about taking on two babies at once.

Y/N: “Aren’t you glad we only have two?” you’d tease earning a very stern tired look from your husband.

Bruno: “If it’s okay with you mi vida, I think two kids is enough for me. Thank you very much.”

You couldn’t help the laugh you fumbled from your mouth as your fingers ruffled through his curls, a baby attached to your chest as you laid together in the bed.

You could agree. Two babies were the perfect amount for you and your husband. Besides, it was apparent your little girl didn’t enjoy having to share her Papa’s attention with another sibling.

It would lead to a struggle for Bruno. He’d have quiet the challenge ahead of him when it came to balancing attention equally between both babies. He’d watch how effortless you’d make things look, but the instant he tried things out for himself, suddenly it didn’t feel as easy as you made everything appear.

He’d ask for your help on the situation, though you wouldn’t quite know how else to describe it other than “it’s just a natural thing.”

He considered asking another mother for some extra tips, but he felt it would be redundant. While he could ask his mother or sisters how they managed to split their attention between multiple kids, he felt the answer would be virtually the same as yours. He needed a dad’s perspective on the situation.

Bruno: “Agustin, hey! Uh, I don’t mean to bother you but- I was wondering if I could ask you a question or two?.....or a dozen maybe.”

The dad of three would be more than eager to lend some fatherly advice Bruno’s way. Being completely honest, Bruno always admired his sister’s husband. Even when faced with the scariest woman in the world, his mother, Agustin always stuck his ground when it came to doing what was best for his family. Bruno hoped that if the time ever came he’d be able to do the same. He admired both of his brother-in-laws if he was being frank. Both men set fine examples of what a good father was for your clueless husband.

A mile a minute. That’s how fast Bruno rambles on through his questions. A mile a god damn minute.

Bruno: “How did you get used to the whole juggling babies thing. Not like holding them and moving them around and stuff, that’s pretty easy, I can hold them both at once and everything, I mean attention wise. How did you learn to split your attention between the girls? I asked Y/N but uh, she told me it was just something that came naturally for her. I guess I kinda wanted to know if it was a natural thing for you too? Is there something I’m missing here? What if I don’t have this natural nurturing- thing I’m suppose to have.”

Agustin definitely gets a good laugh out of it. Admittedly, he always enjoys one on one talks with Bruno. The mans unintentionally a riot. Agustin would clamp a palm to the back of Bruno’s shoulder, a hand extending in front of them as the more experienced father poured his knowledge out for the other.

Agustin: “If I’m being honest with you, it’s not something I can tell you. It’s something you have to learn to gage for yourself. Just let the love you have for both of your children guide you.”

WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THAT INFORMATION. IF HE COULD DO THAT, HE WOULD! BUT HE COULDN’T SO HERE HE WAS, ASKING FOR HELP.

Bruno would groan earning a hardy laugh from Agustin.

Agustin: “This is all new to you Bruno, nobody said you have to be perfect on your first try. You’ve got this Cuñado. It took me a while to figure out how to spread myself without spreading too thin. It’s not an exact science I can give you, I’m sorry for that, but what I CAN give you is the encouragement you need to keep at it, and if you ever need, an ear to chatter into.”

Bruno would feel a bit more relaxed, giving his brother-in-law a thankful glance before scampering off.

Eventually, he’d find his rhythm for taking care of both of his babies with an equal amount of love. He’d set times in his day where he’d spend time solely with his daughter, making sure she knew that he still loved and cared for her just as much as he did when she was an only sibling. He’d also take time to dedicate to your son, making sure to give the growing boy equal time even if he didn’t fully understand what was going on.

It amazed you to see just how much effort your husband placed in caring for your children. He was an amazing father and an amazing husband. You couldn’t wait to see him grow as both of your babies grew. You both went into this blindly, but together the love you had for each other and this family would guide you along. It was a journey you were proud to be on.

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hii, okay so if you do take requests could i get one where bruno and reader tell his family theyre going to have a baby?? and everyone is obviously happy, and everyones teasing them like "yoo when did yall do the dirty ;);)??"! just want to know how everyone would react? maybe alma would be like all proud bcs her youngest child is finally going to have a family?? thanks!!

{A/N: ✨⌛️So i really really love this idea! I think it’s kind of a good chuckle to think about. I definitely feel the Madrigal family thinks Brunos a little…incompitent to say the least when it comes to baby making. Little do they know, he’s incredibly far from clueless, he knows EXACTLY what to do and he’s pretty damn good at it for a man that’s been hiding in the walls for the last 10 years. Also I hope you don’t mind but I have been desiring to really write a good bit of fiction between Felix, Agustin and Bruno so I’m taking this request as a moment to do so! Sorry if this is short, I’ve worked a full 12 hour day and it’s very late at night but I just HAD to write this. ALSO I GAVE MYSELF A MINI HEART ATTACK CAUSE I THOUGHT I LOST THIS REQUEST AND I WAS SO SCARED⌛️✨}

{Word Count: 1497 }

{Warning’s 🚨: None that I can think of}

La casa Madrigal was always full of so many bright and colorful faces, each one warmer and more inviting than the next. You’d never forget the first time you stepped foot over the threshold of the regarded mystical house. The feeling of being surrounded by the extraordinary making even the ordinary feel exceptional. Everything about the environment felt so enticing, a wonder waiting around every corner ready to show itself. The greatest wonder however, was the love you developed for the smallest Madrigal triplet. It was an unconventional love that blossomed into something bigger than the two of you. Small smiles and waves developed into hugs and laughs. Flustered grazes turned into weighted lingering touches, the lack of contact burning the skin where fingers once rested. The two of you had become dependent on each other, wherever one would go, the other was sure to follow. Your relationship's need for constant company became a light hearted joke around the Madrigal Mansion, if the two of you were ever caught separate a gentle tease would stir from your lover’s sisters. “Well hello stranger, you must be new here!....No you couldn’t be the same Y/N we know. The Y/N we know is only ever hanging off the back of Bruno’s ruana.”

You never took it offensively, after months of learning to navigate the families unique quirks and personalities you took their gentle jests as sign of affection. You melded into the family's beautiful blend so naturally that when the time came for you to take Bruno’s hand in wed your transition into the family felt like an ease. Every second of time that passed in that house, your arms and mind consumed by Bruno’s presence, felt like the fantasy life you’d always imagined for yourself. He was everything you could have ever asked the heavens to give you. He was kind and patient, his heart tender with a vibrant personality. His smile felt like a contagion the way it forced your own whenever it appeared on his face. Everything about your husband was perfect in your eyes, and while the rest of the village and some of the Madrigal family would disagree, nothing about the man was a fault. Not even the gift that burdened your lover’s mind and reputation felt imperfect and out of place to you. You felt content and at peace, never expecting the possibility that fate could grow your happiness further.

Gently you place the warm smooth palm of Bruno’s gaunt hand against the temporarily flat surface of your abdomen. You could feel his emotions travel through your body as his fingertips shakily stretched across the bare flesh, his eyes not leaving the site. “A-are you sure, mi vida?”

“Yeah” you sniffled tears welding up in your eyes as you watched the man fixate on your stomach. “I-I’m positive mi amor. I know you’ll make such an amazing papa to this blessed little baby”

You let your index and middle fingers spread as you push the curls from his face, watching as he rubs the sleeve of his ruana against his damp eyes. “I-....” he couldn’t help the overwhelming emotions in his tone as the tears rushed out faster than he could wipe them away “I didn’t think I was ever gonna deserve something like this.”

Your heart raced as you let your hand slide to his cheek, cupping the scruffed surface with a smile. “You deserve the world mi amor. I hope I can give you everything your hearts always contented.”

A grin played on his lips as he laid soft kisses against your palm before focusing his attention to your stomach. “You are everything I’ve always wanted.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation of his facial hair scraping and scratching the smooth surface of your abs, you gently pressing a palm to his forehead to hold him back.

He couldn’t help the way his own lips tugged, he grunting as he pushed himself up on his feet to face you. “Mi vida, do you mind if I’m the one to tell my familia? Is that selfish to ask?”

The way he asked for your approval was just proof of his kind considerate nature. You leant in pressing your lips against his happily. “Of course not mi amor, this is just as much your announcement as it is mine,” you chuckle gently, tapping your palm to his cheek. “Tell the family however you’d like.”

The man was over the moon, his happiness shining through the typically trauma locked haze. His plan was to share the news simultaneously with the family, but as expected in this house, what Bruno had planned and what actually came to fruition were two different realities.

Walking like a man on a mission through casita’s hall, the everlasting object of your heart rushed to gather la familia for his announcement. The poor unsuspecting soul had no idea of the ambush he was about to encounter as his body was halted by two large thick hands. Perplexed, his brows pinched together as the gears of thought turned in his head. “Felix…”

There was a silence between the two men, Bruno watching in confusion as the other’s mouth wriggled into a cheshire smirk. “You dog! Ah, I heard the news about you and Y/N. Way to go compadre aha! We didn’t think you had it in you! I’d ask if you enjoyed yourself but I think we both know the answer there huh?” Felix bellowed, causing Bruno’s body to shrink back in response.

“I-uh um…I don’t uh...Know what are you talking about,” the triplet fibbed, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

Bruno knew he was a terrible liar, in fact the entire family knew that about Bruno…but the man was optimistic his fib would go unnoticed.

“I’m talking about the good news, the chamaco! You know you’re a terrible liar right?”

Bruno wanted to interject and snap back with a witty remark, but before he even had the chance another pair of hands fastened onto his shoulders from behind, startling his body forward. “¡Felicidades, Manito!”

Your lover’s body spun, his face relaxing a bit to see it was only Agustin. His shoulders shimmied trying to remove the others hands from his body with a nervous laugh. “How did you two find out about the uh, no longer surprise…surprise?”

“Delores” both men spoke in unison.

The excitement in Bruno’s eyes deflate as his lips pull into a hard slant. Figures, he should have expected that. “Sorry she stole your thunder,” Felix chuckled, grabbing hold of his brother-in-law's torso, giving him a shake. “Turn that frown right side around! The surprise may be gone, but that doesn’t mean we don’t want to hear all about it, right Agustin?”

“He’s right, mano e mano! Tell us about it all, come on!” the other man laughed, nudging into Bruno’s body.

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh, watching the display across the way as you stood opposite on the balcony. Your body was congested, cover with hands all across your flat belly. You could hear the way the boys gossiped and pried for the juicy intimate details of your shared private life, your husband’s good nature trying to spare your dignity from their relentless questions. “They gossip worse than girls” you teased, glancing down at the women gathered around you. “Well…almost as much”

A chuckle stirred from Pepa’s chest, her eyes shining up your way. “You can’t blame us for being curious. We never thought Bruno would be capable of doing something like this. We weren’t even sure if he’d touched a woman before” the redhead teased.

You gave your eyes a subtle roll, lips pinched upwards at the corner. “Trust me, he’s VERY knowledgeable about touching a woman’s body.”

The woman squealed with laughter drawing the attention of the men across the way. “I think they’re talking about you over there” agustin laughed, Bruno’s cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

“HEY! What are you guys laughing about over there?” your husband demanded to know, his face doing its damnedest to look intimidating.

“Nothing mi Amor! Don’t you worry!” you tease cupping your hands around your mouth to project your voice, earning a strict look from the guardian of the Madirgal magic.

“What is going on out here! What is all this yelling and cackling about?” She barked, demanding answers from whoever was willing to provide them.

“Tia Y/N and Tio Bruno just found out they’re having a baby.”

The elderly woman’s mouth gaped as her eyes glistened with excitement and joy. Never in a million years did she think that her Brunito would start a family of her own. “I can understand all this excitement now! Come come! Let’s celebrate!”

The windows and doors all slammed as Casita responded to the effervescent mood of the family. A celebration was definitely in order, hopefully you and your husband could get through things without too much more teasing.

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YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN BLOWING UP MY POST ABOUT WANTING A PART 2 FOR BRUNO X PREGNANT READER.

{A/N: ✨⌛️My notifications have been going off all day with you guys flooding me with love for my last set of head canons! TYSM for all the love guys you are all amazing! So back by demand here is a part 2 for Bruno x Pregnant reader! I figured since the baby was born in the last head cannon I’d do a little bit of Dad life with how he’d react the second time around! ⌛️ ✨}

{Word count: unknown}

{Warnings 🚨: cavity forming fluff}

The first night home with a new born was always the roughest….and Bruno found that out the hard way.

Every two or so hours the baby would scream, demanding the nutrients your swollen breast would provide. They’d wake you both up from your light sleep, neither one of you lucky enough to sink deeply under the sweet tides of rest.

The first few times Bruno would wake up with you. Those tired green eyes of his would sympathetically look between you and the small baby latched onto your chest, watching what felt like helplessly as you did all of the work yourself. However as the feeding demands persisted through the night and it became apparent that sleep was meant to evade your body, you assured your husband it was fine for him to stay asleep.

Y/n: “Why don’t you go back to bed mi Amor, there’s not much you can do for us right now. We’ll be okay, I promise.”

Too tired to argue with you, he’d sigh and nod his head, giving both you and the baby one last kiss before rolling himself over and doing what he could to get some more sleep.

The next morning when you’re fast asleep, he’d do what he could to care for the baby without having to wake you up. Your body looked so drained. He couldn’t bare to bother you, not when the guilt of being useless the previous night loomed over his head.

He’d bring the baby out of the bedroom, allowing you the peace and quiet you needed to rest, even if was only for a maximum of two hours.

Lord help this man. He was clueless.

He understood the basics. Holding Bebe 101 was a cake walk. When most of the nieces and nephews were born, he’d held a good majority of them. The problem in lied handling them when the tears and screaming amped up.

If he was being honest, when the babies cried he had a tendency to hand them back to their parents…but this was different. He couldn’t hand the baby off to anyone, this time it was his baby. It broke his heart to hear them wail, knowing he had entirely no clue what to do.

He’d panic.

Definitely not gonna panic. He’s fine.

He’s not fine. He has no idea what he’s doing and the baby will not stop crying!

All the man knows is he doesn’t want to wake you.

He’d take a few deep breathes to steady his nerves before approaching his mother. If anyone would know how to calm a baby, it’d be the wisest of all mothers, an Abuela.

Bruno: “Mamà, I think I need some help…I-I don’t know why they won’t stop crying, I-I didn’t do anything. She was fine one minute and then the next she was crying and I don’t know what to do to fix it. All I know is I don’t want to wake Y/N…”

The woman would guide him along as she went over every little trick and tip she’d collected throughout her 76 years. The woman’s raised 3 babies and helped raise 6 grand babies, she has her fair share of trade secrets when it comes to soothing tears.

Abuela: “Brunito, you are more capable than you think. I know that deep down you have the answers of what to do, mi tesoro. Don’t over think the little things, there’s no right or wrong answer in the end. Do what you think is right in your heart. El amor todo lo puede.”

He definitely came to the right person for help.

Soon enough time progressed and the small new born bundle of joy you and your husband had welcomed into world had grown. The nights were easier to get through and your personal time was schedulable, allowing you and your husband to finally have some peace to yourselves.

Upon Mirabel’s suggestion, you and Bruno had decided to leave your baby alone for just one night to spend some time dedicated to yourselves. It was something neither of you had done since the arrival of your baby, and it was something that was well deserved.

Bruno was a nervous wreck at the thought. What if Mirabel couldn’t handle the baby? What if she missed him too much, and wouldn’t settle down? What if she needed you? There was hesitation seeping through his features as he held the baby close to his chest, nose buried in her bouncy wild curls.

Bruno: “Do we really have to do this? I’m just...not comfortable- I mean, I know Mirabel wouldn’t let anything happen I-....It’s just we’ve never left her alone. Not both of us, what if something crazy happens and we aren’t here for it. Scary plant babies can sprout from the floor and casita could crumble”

Y/N: “Mi amor.”

Bruno: “Okay, so that wouldn’t happen, that was a bad example- I’m just saying anything could happen when we’re gone...”

It’d take a lot of convincing bit of mild convincing from you, but Bruno would inevitably give in, and spend the night with you at the edge of the Encanto under the stars.

Bruno: “Just- make sure she has her blanket, she loves that thing, won’t go to bed without it. Oh! And uh- she likes pulling on hair s-so be careful about that. And if she starts fussing and you can’t seem to calm her down, the rats like to do this little thing with her, it’s kind of cute, actually its really cute-”

Mirabel: “Tiooo Bruno, I have this handled. Me and this little munchkin are gunna be A’ okay, go! Have a fun time with Tia Y/N! Have a nice dinner under the stars, relax a little, maybe make another cute baaaaaby for me to babysit”

THE MAN PRACTICALLY CHOKED ON HIS TONGUE.

You’d give a laugh as the man grabs his chest desperately trying to expel the air he swallowed too roughly.

You adore the way his cheeks flush with embarrassment, you ushering him out of the house. You give Mirabel a small wink before giving your baby a smooch to the nose, promising that the two of you won’t be back late.

As the months continue and your life molds into its new sense of normality, you and your husband find ways to be more creative about sharing intimate moments. You fully take advantage of every free moment the two of you get, filling the time with each others company….if you get the drift

With your baby’s first birthday just around the corner, you’d managed to stumble across a rather large surprise.

Delores: “Two heart beats.”

Y/N: “What?”

Delores: “You have two heart beats. Thud Thud. Thud Thud. I can HEAR a second heart beat. Oop! You’re having another baby. When are you going to tell Tio Bruno? Does he know yet?”

While the knowledge wasn’t fresh to you, the rest of the family still had no idea about the upcoming surprise you’d been holding secretly for close to several weeks now.

You had a feeling once a heart beat formed you wouldn’t be able to hide your little secret for long. Your nieces gift put quiet the damper on that idea.

Y/N: “He does not know...and for all intents and purposes, neither do you. I promise I’m going to tell him, I just need you to keep this secret for a little while longer, just until after the birthday celebration.”

You know she won’t.

Maybe she will, Delores could surprise you!

She couldn’t. You had to follow her around all party, doing your best to make sure her mouth stays sealed.

It doesn’t.

Every time you’d turn your back, a new set of eyes would sparkles your way, the forbidden knowledge of your secret passing around the party like a plate of arepas.

It started with Pepa, her over joyance about the news driving the temperature of the room up.

Felix: “Pepi, mi amor, you’re going to wilt the flowers”

By the time you finally caught up with everyone, trying to keep the news under wraps from the one person you wanted to surprise, it was too late. Alma’s palms were pressed to the sides of Bruno’s cheeks, her lips covering every square inch of his face.

Abuela: “This is wonderful news! This is perfect news! Alabanza!”

The mans face is painted with perplexity as he glances between both you and his mother. His eyes narrow in at you, as he tries to push his mother’s hands politely from his face.

Bruno: “I feel as if I’m missing a part of this conversation and based on the way everyone's looking at me, I feel that part of the conversation is a pretty big deal.”

Abuela: “You mean you don’t know? You haven’t told him yet?”

POOR CLUELESS BRUNO

EVERYONE IN THE ROOM KNOWS WHATS GOING ON BUT HIM.

HE WAS NOT IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENED.

THE LIGHTS ARE ON UPSTAIRS BUT NO ONES HOME.

His eyes flicker between you, and his mother, and his family, and then back to you.

Truly, he’s lost.

Please return back to Y/N if found.

Y/N: “I know this year has been a rollercoaster. We’ve both grown so much, especially you. Look at where you are, look at where you’ve started, I am so proud of you. I hope you learned a lot this year about being a father, because we get to do it all over again. Felicidades, mi Amor.”

The man’s response is a mixture of expressions spilling over his features. Bewilderment and joy settle through the storm of emotions as your lover’s body is thrown against yours, pressing you flush against him. As his face buries into the crook of your neck you can feel the damp sensation of his jubilation against your skin. Your family had come so far, and you were both excited to see it grow more.

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Can I request a bruno x pregnant reader headcanons ?

{A/N: ✨⌛️Absolutely, because I often think about how sweet and how good of a father this man would be and I am more than willing to write a bit of cute lil Bruno fluffs because I love my lil baby rat man<3 I know nobody asked, but i also added just a little touch of how I feel certain characters would react and help!💚⌛️✨

{Word count: unknown}

{Warnings 🚨: none unless you count tooth rotting fluff.}

First of all I just want to preface this by saying the only person more excited, aside from you and Bruno, about there being a new set of little toes in the house is Alma.

She probably NEVER thought the day would come that her little Brunito would produce new gift holders for la Familia.

It probably fills Bruno with mixed emotions to know how excited his mother is, especially knowing her high standards for how she expects her family to run.

He would NEVER tell Abuela to her face that he doesn’t want his child pressured and burdened by all this gift stuff, but he definitely tells you. He’s very open about it whenever you two are alone.

He’ll lay his head in your lap, fingers absent mindedly tracing light spirals on your swollen abdomen as the occasional sigh passes his lips.

You’d reach your hand down to his head, gently swirling one of his curls along your finger watching as he melts into your touch. You don’t have to even ask what’s wrong.

He’d immediately spill whatever’s mentally siphoning his contentment. I’d imagine by this point he KNOWS he doesn’t get to just hide his emotions from you anymore.

Bruno: “What if the baby gets a gift like mine.”

Y/N: “Then we’ll love them...and we’ll guide them...and we’ll help them grow.. Everything we’re suppose to as their parent. ”

Bruno: “Well, yeah duh I know that Vida...but I-I dont know. I just don’t want my kid to have to grow up the way I did...I know mama. If our kid grows up with some cursed useless gift like me, I’m never gonna hear the end of it. I don’t want them to get outcasted for something they don’t have a choice on....”

GOD THE TRAUMA THAT RESONATES AND LIVES RENT FREE IN THIS MANS MIND.

It just burned you up, you hated to see the anguish he held. While the two of you always made such strong progress working through the pain and doubts he held onto throughout the years, you still wished you could do more.

Y/N: “Mi Amor, our baby will always have a place in this family. Right here...with you and me...And if your mama doesn’t like whatever gift is bestowed upon our child when they come of age, she can take it up with me. I will FULLY advocate for our child, no one will make our baby feel like they do not belong in this family.”

His eyes are just hearts as he glances up at you.

It also heats his stomach to see the primal mama bear side of you. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

The man is CONSTANTLY asking his sisters for advice.

As two woman who have given birth 3 times each, he takes their word as gospel.

Bruno: “What did you always want more than anything when you were pregnant? I mean, you two have had kids before....I just want to make sure she’s comfortable without being a bigger pain than anything she’s going through.”

Julieta: “Honestly, the only thing I wanted more than anything when I was pregnant was to not be pregnant anymore.”

BRUNO.EXE WOULD STOP WORKING.

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN JULIETA. I CAN’T JUST UNPREGNANT HER”

He’d press his lips together, brows pinching in confusion. He’d ask for something more manageable that he can help with. Back rubs, foot rubs, stuff like that.

Both of his sisters would 100% give him a laundry list of helpful and NOT helpful things that he could possibly do to help ease you to your due date.

Pepa: “Don’t suffocate her! ¡Por el Amor de Dios!, I hated NOTHING more than when Felix followed me around like I was some fragile helpless thing! I just wanted him to shoo! When you’re that big and that uncomfortable having someone follow you around and worry about your every move day in and day out is NOT helpful.”

He definitely takes this all to heart, making sure to keep a strong mental list of all the DO NOT’s. The last thing he wants is to make your pregnancy and his presence in it a nuisance.

He’ll happily climb the stairs of the tower as many times as you need throughout your pregnancy to bring you midnight snacks and treats. Anything you want, you’ve got.

Antonio is EXCITED.

He asks Bruno everyday when the baby will be here.

Truly it’s a good test of patience for the man. Repetitive questions are a consistent part of a child’s learning, especially when testing the limits of their parents patience.

Bruno: “Uh, aha well I don’t ACTUALLY know...well yeah I COULD have a vision but your Tia told me I was to have absolutely no visions about the baby, so sorry kid. When the baby is born they’re born. I promise you’ll know about it, okay?”

As you approach closer to your due date, the man is a wreck. He composes it fairly well but internally he’s screaming, throwing up, panicking.

He’s definitely scared to be a dad. What if this kid doesn’t like him? What if he’s not good with kids? What if he’s not a good parent? What if he doesn’t love his kid...is that something that happens? Can he hate his kid?

He would not bother you with these thoughts though, he’d confide them in someone else. Agustin or Felix.

Bruno: “Anything I should be doing right now?....I’m just...I-....What if when this kid is born, I don’t like them and they don’t like me.....What if I’m bad at this whole being a dad thing. I think I want to throw up.”

They give him the pep talk of a lifetime. From two amazing fathers, to one amazing father to be, they know exactly what he needs to hear.

Agustin: “It’s scary at first, you have this little human looking up at you and they’re so helpless and defenseless, but the first time you lay your eyes on that baby nothing else in this world is gonna matters. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is them. And your wife of course.”

Felix: “is’ true. The first time I ever held Delores I thought, there is nothing more gorgeous. She blew the breath right outta me. Bring yourself some tissues, your going to cry mi Hombrecito.”

The day you give birth he’s a wreck. Pacing back and forth outside of his door, fingers winding and twisting his ruana as he waits for the door to pop open.

If I’m being entirely honest, while you would have wanted him there, both Pepa and Julieta strongly advised against it.

He’s definitely a little squeamish and I feel is the type of dad to pass out in the middle of delivery.

While it breaks your heart to think you’d have to go through this alone without your husband, you know he’s leaving you in two very capable hands.

When the door finally opens, Casita wastes no time bringing the man straight to the top of the tower. The tiles clatter and clink as they warp him to your side in what felt like no time at all.

His heart thuds ferociously against his ear as the sight of you with a tightly wrapped baby pans into his vision. Those gorgeous green eyes of his widen and glisten as he watches the way the small baby lays so peacefully nuzzled against your chest. The bottom of his foot would rub against the top of his toe as he glances between both you and the baby, his ruana still tightly wound in his hands.

Bruno: “Hi.”

He’d be so flustered and so overwhelmed he wouldn’t know what to say.

Felix is 100% right. Tears are all over the mans face just LOOKING at the baby.

Casita would nudge Bruno's body forward until he’s next to the bedside.

You’d give him a weak tired smile, gently holding the baby forward for him to take, his hands hesitative as they remain in their wound place.

Y/N: “It’s okay mi Amor. You’ve waited 9 months for this moment, you’re ready. Come meet our baby.”

His hands would out stretch and you’d lay the baby right against his chest, positioning Bruno’s arms to insure he holds and supports the baby properly.

Overwhelmed is an understatement to say the least.

His brain is in a whirl wind as he watches the baby whimper and worm in his arms, their little mouth popping open as they give a yawn.

How could he think he’d ever hate this baby.

Tears pour down his face, and you cant help the way your own tears dribble. You extend your hand out craddling his cheek as your thumbs brush the water from his face.

Bruno: “I will never let anything in this world hurt you. I love you...Both of you”

He’d glance down at you, just pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

He holds the baby for as long as he can until eventually he has to pass them back to you. His eyes don’t leave the two of you the minute the baby is out of his hands.

He was mush, putty in your hands. Both of you.

#encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno #bruno encanto #family madrigal #rights for bruno madrigal #fluff

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oh my god thank you so much for not infantilizing bruno in your fics. like, yeah he's nervous and self-conscious but not a blushing 18y/o virgin who's been living in a sealed off box for his whole entire life, y'know? amazing characterization (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

AH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I REALLY TRY MY BEST TO FLESH AND EXPOSE AS MUCH OF BRUNOS CHARACTER AS I CAN WHEN I WRITE FOR HIM.💚💚 Writing for bruno is such a unique experience cause while the man does have a fair share of social anxiety, he’s a very capable very funny ADULT. While his anxiety is a large part of his personality due to the traumas of his past, it’s also important to remember that when he opens up comfortably to someone (like Mirabel) this different man shines through. He understands emotions and he’s mature enough to handle important topics without acting helpless. I understand he’s been in the wall for 10 years but it doesn’t mean he’s incapable. Unknowledgeable and incapable are two separate traits. He’s such an amazing character and I think he deserves the respect of being written as the 50 year old man he is.

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Hey, I saw that your ask box is open, so I was wondering…

How would Bruno act with a partner who feels shame about there own pleasure? Like, he doesn’t notice it at first because he just assumes that his S/O likes spoiling him in the bedroom, but when he offers to reciprocate, the S/O outright refuses, worried that he will react negatively to the way they sound/will be off put by their body because of their negative experiences with partners in the past.

Idk why, but I really want to see a fic with a reader who is insecure about this type of stuff because I rarely ever see it.

I’d imagine he’d have to sweet talk them into letting him be in control one night (something he hasn’t done up to this point) and him just absolutely smothering them with love and words of affirmation.

I absolutely adore your work, and I hope you’re having a great day!

{I LOVE THE IDEA OF BRUNO BEING THE SUPPORT SYSTEM FOR A CHANGE! I think he's very loving and capable support system, but in the same time I feel he's very naive to the things he'd say. He's the type to say 'mi vida it doesn't matter if you're traditionally beautiful or not, you have such an amazing personality and you love me for who I am. I love you for that' and then be so confused when you cry because he thought he was being so genuine and sweet hahaha poor Bruno. On a real one though I think as someone with so much deep rooted trauma and self image issues, he would be so helpful here. I absolutely adore this idea and I hope I do it justice}

{Word Count: 2719}

{Warnings 🚨: 18+ CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. (I know I can’t stop you but respectfully do not, as it would make me very uncomfortable)}

The act of intimacy, a beautiful dance between two partners intoxicated by their love for one another. Nothing was stronger than the bond between two lovers entwined both in mind and body, ready to act on the primal urges to satisfy and be satisfied. You however, always acted more strongly on your urge to please rather than the desire to feel satisfaction and pleasure for yourself. Whenever you and your beloved would engage in copulation, you always made it a point to take the reins, driving your partner to orgasm well before yourself. Truthfully speaking, you’d never allow yourself enjoyment of your own, traumas of your past clouding your receptors. It wasn’t that the object of your ever burning love couldn’t bring you to the edge, you just wouldn’t allow yourself to feel what you didn’t think you deserved. Everything your partner did was perfect, you enjoyed it thoroughly, some days you had to stifle your whimpers and moans, too ashamed to let them go. Those days were days like today, where your lover was heavily instant on taking control for himself.

Bruno let his wide moist palms shakily snake up your torso, your body perched suggestively on his lap. You could feel his hardening member pressing against the cloth of your undergarments as your mouth moved to mark and flutter against the warm flesh of his neck. Your heart clenched to hear the sweet sounds that rumbled from the other's chest, his hands frantically grabbing at your body just to prove the pleasure you gave was real. He needed to feel something tangible as he rutted his hips against your body needily. A small chuckle bounced in your throat as you let your lips travel back up towards his jaw, focusing your attention right behind his ear. “What’s gotten into you tonight, mi Amor?” you ask, voice nothing but a soft purr as your fingers walk their way seductively up his chest.

His soft green eyes are hidden behind two blown pools of dark lust, his lips moving to attack your chin, your neck, truthfully anywhere he can as his hands claw down your front yanking the fabric pieces that covered what he wanted to see. “Mi Vida…let me spoil you tonight. I want you so badly.”

You shuttered at the thought. The idea of your significant other defiling your body strictly on his own terms sounded delicious but…you couldn’t. You could, but to be clear you didn’t want to. The small voice in the back of your head that spewed vicious hatred filled insults flattened the desires you felt pitting in your stomach. Digging your teeth into the corner of your lips, you grind your hips back against his, rocking so haphazardly just to tease and irritate him. You grin with satisfaction as the man gives a sharp inhale, there wasn’t a better sight in the world to you. “What if I deny you? I haven’t had all the fun I want to have yet mi Amorcito”

Your body moves to dismount his lap in an attempt to shift your position between his legs when suddenly his palms lock you in place, pressing your hips flush against his in a move of pure dominance and desire. You give a gentle rut, trying to break his hold anxiously biting your lip as his eyes meet with yours. “Mi Vida…please let me pamper you. I want to taste your body on my tongue.”

Your stomach churned, a mixture of lust and anxiety swirling around. The idea of Bruno’s face buried deep between your legs with the slick of your heat coating his lips is more than enough to turn you on…but still. You gently push his body back your eyes avoiding contact as you glance anywhere but him. “No…”

You couldn’t stand to look at his face, you sensed the way his eyes glanced at you making you feel so vulnerable and weak. Uncomfortable with the energy you created you began to wiggle and shove until finally you felt the release of pressure that kept you confined. You were mortified, especially with the look Bruno was giving you. “Please, don't look at me like that.”

Your body language shifts and shuts off as you stand arms folded tightly across your chest, your eyes askance as you do your best to avoid him. Confusion seeps over the surface of Bruno’s face, his hand extending and retracting as he wrestled with the decision to comfort you. Your stance, the way your body tenses, he knows that look…he knows that feeling. He wants to help you but, what if he says something wrong again. He’s already upset you, he’s not trying to double down on the same mistake twice. “Mi Vid- uh Y/N…Did I say something…?” He asks sheepishly, his head lowering as he slowly encroaches your personal space.

His fingers very gently move to curl around your shoulder, spinning your body to face him once again. Heartbreak melts over him as he watches the tear swirl down from the ducts of your eyes, one after the other, the backs of your wrist desperately swatting them away as they fall. “You didn’t do anything wrong Amor” you whimper out.

He wastes no time drawing your body flush against his own, his chin moving to rest softly on the top of your head as his arms constrict around your chest. “If I didn’t do anything wrong, why are you crying mi Vida?...Whoa, hey okay, shh…take a deep breath in through your nose, like you always tell me right?”

You can’t help the cough that fumbles out of your mouth as you attempt to correct him. “It’s in through your mouth out through your nose Cariño.”

“Oh. Right. We’ll do that then?”

You can’t help but smile, a small scoff passing your lips as your body instinctively snuggles closer to his. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.” You hesitate for a moment truly debating if you should indulge your trauma with the other. “I just-I’m not good at receiving sexual pleasure.”

The man was confused, the way his face wrinkled and his brows pinched said it all. “Not good at receiving? Mi Vida, where did you get an idea like that? I don’t think it’s possible to actually be bad at GETTING the treatment. I’d understand if you thought you were bad at the giving part….which you’re not! That’s not what I meant to suggest, uh. Aha I- uh you’re very good at what you do to me- um to my body.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you as you let your digits dance along his arm, taking in the warmth of his flustered body against your fingertips. “I don’t think I’m worthy of pleasure….”

His body shifts under your weight, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you. “Riiiiight….I- don’t think I’m following. I’m sorry um, it’s just- none of that makes sense to me. Why wouldn’t you be worthy of enjoying my love.” Bruno asks. There’s genuine confusion mixed in with tiny sparks of heartache. This man adores you and only wants to show you in his own way just how much you mean to him. “I- notice I’ve never gotten you to….well um, you know….is it because you think you’re unworthy? O-or because I’m not entirely good at what I'm doing?“

Your heart burns to think the man blames himself for something you’ve been denying yourself of, when the truth of the matter was quite the opposite. “It’s not you Bruno, everything you do to my body is perfect. Every second you spend treasuring me is time well spent. I see stars every time you touch me. I just- I feel inadequate.” Your hands move to fidget with his ring finger giving your eyes something different to focus on. “I had this person in my past, who only ever put me down. When we’d make love he’d comment about my taste, the noises I made. He hated it all. He’d tear me down every time we’d touch just to feel good about himself. I guess subconsciously I held onto those things cause now every time you touch me I can just hear a voice in the back of my head that says ‘y/n you’re disgusting.’ It’s never been you Amor.”

The room falls stale with the sounds of silence as you two sit quietly for what felt like an eternity. Was he mad? Hurt? Did he hate you? You muster all the courage you have in your body, eyes flicking up just for a moment to catch a glimpse of his face. There’s a certain calmness to his features as you watch him, gears in his head clearly spinning as he stared off towards the distance. Concerned you raise your palm to his cheek, cradling the scratchy surface as your thumb gently brushes his stubble. “Amor?”

He blinks glancing down at you, his eyes genuine and warm as his long gaunt fingers curled under your chin. “Sorry sorry, I just got sucked into a thought. All this time I just really thought you liked spoiling me. It never occurred to me that something like this was going on….mi Vida, why did you wait so long to tell me?”

You can’t help but laugh at his question, it seeming just a bit comical to you. “I don’t know because it’s embarrassing? What am I supposed to say? Hey Amor, I’m sorry I don’t want you to go down on me because I feel insecure about my own pleasure.”

He could feel his own cheeks heating with mortification just hearing the words falling from your mouth. It was understandable how something this major could go this unnoticed. Even though the topic was a bit difficult to navigate, it was still a matter you both needed to discuss. “Yeah, I could see how that wouldn’t be the ideal mood stimulator…but…we’re kind of having a talk about it now?”

You sigh, relaxing into his frame. Admittedly it did feel nice airing the conversation, no longer carrying the need to hold this parasitic thought inside of your brain. While it wasn’t ideal nor entirely comfortable, it felt healthy and right to discuss this with Bruno. No matter what the topic, you always felt safe in his presence discussing things you’d never open up about. “What if you don’t like the noises I make, or the way my body tastes…I want to enjoy myself but-”

Your train of thought was halted, as his lips brush gently against yours taking the words right from your mouth. “So, what if you try then? Just this once. I-if you don’t like it and you still don’t feel comfortable we’ll work on things until you do. Let me at least try, mi Vida. I want to see you wriggle in pleasure as you moan and beg for me. I want to taste and feel how much you enjoy my mouth. Let yourself enjoy our love, you deserve it”

Heat spills across the bridge of your nose, the molten fury of your rising arousal spreading to your cheeks. You wanted this, more than anything you’ve ever yearned to experience. You knew that the traumas of your past wouldn’t disappear in just one night, with one talk, but you wanted to try. You thirsted to revel in the ecstasy of Bruno’s dominance for just one night. Cautiously, both your mind and body still on guard, you let your partner shift your positions the waves of unease rattling around in your stomach. You deserve this. You deserve this. Your eyes stay focused on him as his lips gently begin to work their way down your torso, nimble fingers slowly working to unclothe you. It was painful just how tedious he made the task, a mischievous grin on his lips as he nibbled and marked his way between your breasts. “You aren’t the only one who likes to play games ya know” he chuckled.

Your heart rate flutters, your lips creasing into a smirk as hands move too spread through his curls like butter. You very gently knot your fingers at the back of his head, lust consuming your typically calm eyes as you glance down at him. “I’m starting to see that.”

A soft chuckle bounces in his throat, gaunt palms pawing your chest as his mouth finally crawls just shy of where you’d fantasized they’d land. It was almost as if the man had been pining for this moment, his hands swiftly removing the remainder of your garments as his eyes shimmered with desire. His fingers gently stroked your slicked vulva, his own length twitching in response as your body jolted. He adored the reaction. His finger very faintly traced the shape of your lips taking care to avoid the most pleasurable part. Your teeth burrowed into the edge of your mouth as you did your best to stifle the whimpers building in your chest. Knowing that you were holding back what he wanted, Bruno made a point to withhold the pleasure you seeked, fingertips grazing everywhere but where you craved. “If you want me to touch it, you’ve got to moan for me, mi Vida.”

His voice is gruff and heavy with hunger as his eyes shoot to meet yours. You want it, god do you want him to massage the swollen bundle of nerves his middle digit purposely avoids, but you were hesitant. What if he hates it. What if he’s disgusted. Unable to fight the primal desires any longer, your lips part, the sweetest of whimpers passing your mouth as you whine out for the attention you crave. “Please mi Amor, touch me. You’re driving me crazy.”

His breath hitches in his throat, as his pupils take over what feels like the entirety of his iris. Blood rushed straight between his own legs, his cock rising in his pants as his fingertip finally provided the pressure and friction your clit throbbed for. Your head flies back into the pillows, another moan passing your lips. It's the first time you’ve heard yourself moan in a while. His finger rhythmically circulates the nerve building up speed as he gages your reaction. “God, you sound so sinful mi Vida. Please don’t stop. I want to hear you tell me how good it feels.”

The hand you had knotted in his head clutches his curls, gently tugging as your hips convulsed against his hand. “It feels so good.” you whine “I want more.”

Your voice drips with desperation, sending the man between your legs into a frenzy. There's a sudden halt in pleasure, a gasp falling from your trap, however the bliss of friction soon returns as his lips consume your bud. His tongue flickers against it, purrs and hums sending vibrations through your body. You taste delectable to him, and the way your body shivers and arches is just the response he was looking for. You cry out with pleasure, sheets fisted in your palms as his mouth works to stimulate your body, pushing you to the brink of orgasm. He builds the pressure perfectly in your stomach, watching as you squirm and whimper under him. “Cum for me mi Vida….Please. I need it. You taste so perfect. You are perfect Y/N...”

He edges you until finally you blossom with bliss, body arching and toes curling as it all fades to black. The back of his hand dries his mouth as his eyes hungrily meet yours. “How did it feel?” he asks, body slithering back up between your gapped legs, nose to nose with you.

Cradling his cheek, you can’t help the curiosity within you as you brush your lips to his, getting a taste of yourself on his mouth. “Absolutely amazing…” your breathless press out. “I should have let you spoil me a long time ago.” you admit earning a grin from your lover.

“Yeah, well. When I’m right, I’m right.” he teases playfully before devouring your mouth.

A smile tugs as you lock your arms around his shoulders. You spend the rest of the night learning and allowing your partner to show you the pleasure you deprived yourself of. Healing was a slow process, but with Bruno, you felt time was endless. You couldn’t wait to grow with the man you loved.

#encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno #bruno encanto #encanto

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Head canons about Bruno and a Neurodivergent S/O

{A/N: IM HIGH KEY BOUNCING ALL OVER THE WALLS TODAY! I LITERALLY FEEL SO OFF AND UNCOMFORTABLE. I don’t know if it’s my ADHD throwing my focus out the window or if I’ve over stimulated myself somehow, but I can’t focus a single task. The only thing I can clearly focus on right now is my hyperfixation for Bruno. So to relax myself I’m gonna do what I do best and babble about Bruno 💚 I got this thought as I was going through my own episode and I just couldn’t resist writing it down. How would Bruno react to his neurodivergent S/O having a tough time. (Please keep in mind I wrote this as a bit of self indulgence for myself. I’m not speaking on behalf of all ND people c: )}

{Word count: unknown}

{Warnings 🚨: talks of anxiety, manic behavior}

Bruno never expected to fall in love with someone reasonably younger than himself with such a unique mind, but here he was head over heels smitten for you.

You definitely keep him on his toes that’s for sure. Following a conversation with you is like following Dory around the ocean. One minute he understands and he’s on board, and the next you’ve lost him. He never gets upset though or mad when you loose focus, he just calmly redirects you back on topic.

If you’re having a hard time focusing and he notices you pacing around continuously trying to restart the same tasks, stopping and then starting again multiple times he’ll intervene.

Bruno: “let me help mi vida, we can do it together. We don’t have to rush, we have all day to finish this. It doesn’t have to get done immediately. Just, here-“ he’d grab your hand and give you a smile “take a breath.”

He knows every one of your little ticks and stims. He notices, but he’ll never call them out. He doesn’t want you to feel ashamed of what you can’t control. He understands compulsive desires sometimes. While he doesn’t suffer the same way you do, being stuck in a superstitious loop gives him a tendency to repeat his own behavior.

If he notices you doing something self destructive (ex. Picking your skin until you begin bleeding, chewing your cuticles raw, hitting yourself) he’ll grab your hands gently and occupy them with something else. Usually his own hand. He’ll thread his fingers between yours and distract you with conversation. Anything to redirect your mind and calm you down. He knows distracting your mind is a major part of calming you down.

Bruno: “Do you mind if I hang on to your hand? I just-uh I was cold. What do you want to do for dinner? I believe julieta was gonna make Tamales and Ajiaco, but uh I-um thought if you wanted, we could cook something for ourselves?”

You drive him crazy on your bad days. (Never in a bad way).

Bad days include days where your body and mind work in a warp. You’re here one minute gone the next. Your brain pattern has no thought, you just go.

Wandering is huge for you. Take you out in a public space and you roam.

No warning. You’ll see something and your mind will fixate telling you “go go go” And before he notices your gone.

Poof.

It’s kinda funny the panic on his face when he looks over to his side and he sees you’ve disappeared.

Bruno: “mi vida? Mi vida?!”

It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself, he just doesn’t like being left in the crowd alone. It messes with his own personal anxieties.

He definitely is relieved to find you.

Panic attack avoided

Once you realize what you’ve done, you apologize profusely and worry he’ll be upset with you, but he always assures you that it’s okay. You can never tell if he’s mad. (For the record he is NEVER once been mad at you. Frustrated once or twice but never MAD).

Compulsively you fixate on the internalizes need to apologize.

Y/N for the 50th time in the past 20 minutes: “I’m so sorry. Are you mad at me?”

Bruno: “No no no, really, it’s okay mi vida! You don’t have to apologize to me, I’m not upset. You’re an adult you can wander wherever you want. It’s really okay, I promise.”

SO PATIENT WITH YOU. Patience is key. He doesn’t get upset by the repetitive thing.

You’ve always been patient with him understanding his need for constant affirmation due to the traumas of his past. He’s more than capable of showing you the same patience for things you can’t control.

He definitely would take the time to educate himself on ways to properly help you deal with issues.

During moments of overstimulation he’ll help you get the relief you need. Weighing you down with blanket after blanket. Compressing you in his arms. Space. Whatever you need to calm down he’ll be there to help.

Emotional break downs? They break his heart to watch you spiral through them

He hasn’t seen them many times, but the ones he sees break his heart. He understands that you do not have control of your emotions no matter how hard you try to keep them wrapped around your fingers. He always makes sure to validate that while you try, you can’t always control what happens, and he understands that.

When you’re overstimmed and your mind unfortunately reaches that high peek of no return and you frantically melt down, he’ll talk you through emotions, even if you don’t understand how to process them.

Bruno: “you’re upset and it’s okay to feel upset. You have the right to feel this way, no one can tell how to feel mi vida. Just take a deep breath for me. Tell me why you’re upset?”

Y/N *frantically sobbing and hyperventilating all while tugging your own hair*: “I don’t know.”

Bruno: “You don’t know why you’re upset? No no no, of course that’s okay too! Sometimes it’s okay not to know why you feel how you do y/n…It’s enough to just acknowledge that you’re feeling overwhelmed. Just take the time you need. If you need to cry it out that’s okay. I’m here for you.”

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW PATIENT AND HOW GENTLE HE IS.

If you allow contact when you’re like this he’ll hold you against his chest and let you cry into his ruana. Stroking your head, whispering affirmations to you.

If not, that’s fine too. Hell close the door and give you the space you need. When you’re calm he’ll come check on you and talk you through things once more. Ask you how you’re feeling, hydrate you, comfort you. The whole nine yards.

He never makes you feel incompetent or weak for your struggles. He praises you and tells you how amazing he thinks you are each and every day.

He always lets you know that he appreciates you for who you are as a person and that being ND or NT wouldn’t change a thing for him.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno #bruno encanto #encanto #bruno #bruno x reader #bruno headcanons #bruno madrigal headcanons

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