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#Luisa madrigal x fem reader
aaliyg · 1 year
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Baby Blue
WARNINGS ∣ smut ( minors dni ), all characters are 18+, oral sex, fingering, nipple play, cursing, slight body worship, ass smacking (like once)
Pairing: Luisa x black!fem!reader
Prompt: Wearing your partner's favorite color
Dialogue Color Code: Luisa, Reader
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My eyes widened in anticipation as I watched Luisa enter the room through the vanity mirror. Sighing softly, she closed the door behind her, finally locking her eyes onto mine. I gulped softly when they darted downwards, and watched as those warm brown eyes took in everything I was willing to offer to her tonight, wrapped up in a silky baby blue matching lingerie set.
Locking the door with the softest click, she quickly made her way over to me, rested her hands on my hips, and gently turned me around to face her.
She grinned softly as I pressed my chest against her and began to tug at the red ribbon that kept her hair in place throughout the day. She shook her head gently as her brown curls flowed freely against her back and shoulders, and tilted my head up gently in order to kiss me. I could never quite understand how her lips were so soft all of the time...
I giggled softly when I felt her scoop me up and place me on the vanity table, using one hand to caress my thigh while the other one pushed my leg to the side for her to stand in between them.
Luisa chuckled as she drifted to my neck, leaving small kisses and love bites all over my throat. I practically melted into her touch, sighing softly as each kiss moved further down to my chest, until she stopped right above them.
She looked up at me and smirked.
Did you doll yourself up for me, mi corazón? I would hope so...this is my favorite color on you mi amor... Looks so pretty against your skin.
I shuddered, nodding my head and groaning softly as she unclipped the bra and rested it elsewhere in the room. Turning her attention to my chest, she delicately rolled my nipple between her fingers while her tongue grazed the other, relishing in the moment as I hissed gently at her touch.
This isn't really fair you know? My tits are out and you're still -ohh- fully clothed...
Her fingers and mouth withdrew from me, causing me to open my eyes just in time to watch her hastily pull her shirt and bra off, flinging them across the room. I couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.
I didn't know you were that needy baby...
Luisa stuttered and blushed softly at my remark, leaning her face close to mine and giving me a quick peck on the lips.
Last time I checked you started this. If anyone here is needy, I'm pretty sure it's you.
It's not like you're complaining though.
She rolled her eyes gently as she pulled my hips closer to the edge of the dresser. I sighed softly as her thumb ghosted over the front of my panties, which had become considerably wet since we started. My body began to quiver as her tongue dragged along my stomach, both of us groaning as her mouth got near my pussy.
Luisa, baby. Don't tease me, please...
Wasn't planning to, mi vida. But let's go somewhere more comfortable, hm?
She picked me up off the dresser and placed me in the center of the bed, joining me a few moments after, now completely naked. I couldn't help but to gaze in awe at the woman in front of me. Her workout schedule definitely showed the fruits of its labor in her firm, almost chiseled, arms and legs. Despite this though, she still managed to remain soft in all the right places. No matter how many times I got to see her like this, she never ceased to amaze me.
Before my thoughts could continue further, my thong had been pulled off of me in the blink of an eye, and I watched in anticipation as she lowered her face directly in front of my cunt.
Fuck beautiful, I could just eat you up...
I squeaked as she spread my lips apart with two fingers, her breath heavy and hot against my inner thigh.
Would you like me to do that cariño?
Quickly realizing how desperate I had become in a matter of minutes, I found myself needlessly trying to pull her head closer to me, aching to get her mouth on my pussy, glaring at her with slight annoyance when she wouldn't budge. I was instead gifted with a quick smack to my ass, jolting me forward on the bed in pure shock.
Use your words sweetheart. I can't know what you want if you won't tell me.
Fuck! Please, please mamí. I wanna feel good. Make me feel good please!
Make you feel good?
She smirked devilishly as I nodded desperately.
Oh, I can definitely do that.
She pulled me closer to her face, gingerly placed both of my thighs on her broad shoulders, and pressed her tongue flat on my pussy. Any wiggling I would attempt to do was stopped by her palm on my stomach, her fingers tracing abstract lines all over my skin.
Pussy tastes so good babygirl. Could stay here for hours.
Her tongue wiggled its way inside of me, causing her to groan deeply as I arched my back from how good everything felt.
YES!! Oh my God yes right THERE- FUCK!!
Her fingers had joined in the assault, two of them deep inside of me while her thumb danced along my clit. My thighs began to shake against her shoulders as I felt my climax quickly approaching. By now, her head was resting on my tummy, watching the way my body reacted smugly, skilled fingers practically dragging me to the edge.
You gonna cum on my fingers princesa?
I opened my mouth to moan her praises, but she silenced me with a kiss. She smiled softly at me.
You look so pretty like this mi amor. Go on, cum for me baby.
Her fingers picked up the pace a bit, watching in awe as I began to unravel from her work. With one last swipe of her thumb, my thighs clamped down on her arm, and I moaned loudly as I finally got my sweet realease.
After a few minutes, she gently removed her fingers from me and placed them in her mouth, effectively cleaning them off. Before she could do anything else, I pushed her down onto the bed below her and slotted my face between her legs.
Ready for round two baby?
Always, my love.
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lythea-creation · 2 years
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My Disney Masterlist
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My other Masterlists
Feel free to make requests for the characters listed below:
Encanto
Isabela Madrigal
Dolores Madrigal
Luisa Madrigal
Mirabel Madrigal
The Brightest Star
The dinner with your girlfriend and your parents doesn't work out the way you would have wanted it to.
Other Characters (platonic)
"Princesses"
Mulan
Merida
Elsa
Belle
Raya
Namaari (Raya and the last Dragon)
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wyntr-thyms-2sh1ne · 5 months
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El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino
The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny
Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.
You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.
The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline: - El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version. - Reader is technically 22 years old. - I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey
Chapter ambience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA
Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.
The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.
When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.
Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.
Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were. 
~~~
When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement. 
Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle! 
You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay. 
Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail. 
Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared. 
You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.
You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.
You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains. 
They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family. 
Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of. 
Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self. 
When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.
When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know. 
Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her. 
When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart. 
You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess. 
Mirabel Madrigal. 
Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant. 
You didn’t complain. 
By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack. 
It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister. 
When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more. 
Until the magic completely failed.
When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out. 
It did. 
The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers. 
Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return. 
Bruno.
Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder. 
It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future. 
You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!” 
You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!! 
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Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug. 
Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle. 
Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants. 
Her tío Bruno. 
She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little. 
“So master Bruno is awkward?” 
“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine. 
She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there. 
You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem. 
Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle. 
Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance. 
By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all. 
“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.” 
When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.” 
“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.” 
Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips. 
You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!” 
Mirabel laughed.
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The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day). 
You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.
So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on. 
“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle. 
You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness. 
You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place. 
Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning. 
When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing. 
There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment. 
It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle. 
You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen. 
“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it. 
A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo. 
“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power. 
“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.” 
You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you. 
“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.
“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper. 
“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!” 
The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze. 
You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.” 
Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.” 
Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her. 
The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-” 
“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.” 
You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?” 
“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her. 
She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“
This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?” 
“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it. 
Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”
You knew she was talking about your mom and dad. 
“You think… that’s where this started?” 
“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“ 
You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters. 
By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease. 
However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.
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“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”
Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her. 
You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color. 
That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.  
When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture.  However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule. 
More so, completely flipped around. 
And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager. 
“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!” 
“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter. 
The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.” 
Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you. 
Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.” 
You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment. 
Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most. 
You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too. 
You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.
You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were. 
You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.” 
Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.
In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.
Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation. Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?
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naoko-world · 2 years
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Bruno's fangirl chapter 10 is out! You can read it in english or in french depends of your preference, both version of the chapter are available above.
Chapter summary: In the previous chapter Perlita got mad and tried to kill a man. Time for her to learn an important lesson!
Le chapitre 10 de La fangirl de Bruno est sorti ! Vous pouvez le lire en anglais ou français dépendant de votre préférence, les deux versions du chapitre sont disponibles au-dessus.
Le résumé du chapitre : In the previous chapter Perlita got mad and tried to kill a man. Time for her to learn an important lesson!
Chapters: 10/15
Fandom: Encanto (2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Bruno Madrigal & Original Female Character(s), Bruno Madrigal/Original Female Character(s), Bruno Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Everyone, Bruno Madrigal & Camilo Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Reader, Bruno Madrigal/Reader, Bruno Madrigal & Julieta Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Camilo Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal & Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal & Bruno Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal & Bruno Madrigal & Félix Madrigal
Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Original Female Character(s), Camilo Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Reader, Luisa Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Coffee Kid | Pumped Juancho, Cecilia (Disney: Encanto), Señora Pezmuerto (Disney), Osvaldo Orozco Ortiz, Madrigal Family (Disney), Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Sad with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Isekai, No Smut, No Incest, Age Difference, age gap, no y/n, POV Third Person, I need anyone to enjoy so reader has a name + no you, Starts in the middle of the movie and continue a bit after, No Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Bruno Madrigal reconcile with his family, I keeps it as close of the canon as possible, headcanon best friends Camilo and Mirabel, Perlita has implicite traumatism, We love rats, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, POV Multiple, POV Bruno Madrigal, POV Mirabel Madrigal, POV Perlita (OC/Reader), POV Camilo Madrigal, No "Abuela" Alma Madrigal Bashing, Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
While Mirabel is in a bad posture, because of Dolores starting to spread the information about her finding Bruno's vision, her cousin hears someone entering the house. Gone to check who it is, Mirabel discovers a woman wearing strange clothes she saw earlier at the town.
And that woman seems to be interested by Bruno.
The character has a name and I don't use any you or I because I need people that are not Bruno's fan to enjoy it too. But I described it as little as possible so anyone can imagine themselves to be into the character's shoes. And this is why I tagged Bruno Madrigal x reader !
20 years age gap.
It's an isekai.
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immortalme123 · 1 year
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CAMILO MADRIGAL X TALL FEM READER
i just write this to cheer myself since every story i read, yn is 140-150cm tall😭 and i am 173cm herself-
And i actually found out that camilo is 162cm-
So yeah, i will make reader 175 cm tall- and in this story y'all dating btw cause I am lazy to write story from the start💀😅😅😭😭😭
I will write headcanons and one shot maybe
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HE/HIM FOR CAMILO AND SHE/HER FOR READER(Y/N)
-he hates and loves the fact that you are taller than him
-he try to tip-toe to kiss you but you were too tall for him so he have to ask you- and let me tell you, he will be blushing mess
-he love to hug you and listen to your heartbeat 💓
-antonie and him sometimes ask you to piggyback
-and when pepa saw you two first time, she see herself and Felix in you guys and she almost cried✨
-he loves to hold your hand when you guys doing your chores or walking around and he told you that he won't get lost if he hold your hand.
-he thinks you are kinda scary when you mad
-when you first met His family, everyone was shocked and happy that camilo have loved who will care for him and love him.
-felix was proud and pepa was little crying and adored you but when you guys first met Like at market or during her chores, she was kinda suspicious of you and snappy now she loves you like her own daughter, Bruno thinks your great but keep little distance of you since you are way taller than him, even tho he live with luisa- and Isabela likes to tease you both to end (with Dolores)
-you think your gonna get bullied because your tall? Oh heck nah you easily can win whoever try to hurt you or camilo-
-he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and you put your head on his head (this sound weird)
-he sometimes cling in to you while you doing your chores
-you have to look little down to look at his face, and he have to look up
-he whine about how his neck hurt from looking up but he isn't complaining tho-your just so pretty
-he always say your pretty and some cheesy stuff
-if you are insecure about your height, oh boy he GONNE lecture you and told you how amazing you are and your height make it better for hour or maybe more
-you and Luisa kinda get along since you guys are tall duo in town
-if he is in bad moon, he just hug you from behind or headbutt your back to let you know
Short story:
"AYYYY amor!" You head voice behind you and that voice belong to only camilo madrigal, your boyfriend.
"oh hey love" you opened your arms and he jumped in to it, clinging to you and putting his head at your chest
"ughhh i missed you..it's like it's been years!!!!" He whined, you laughed softly "but it's been only 1 hour?-" he rolled his eyes and hugged you thigter.
"amor....u-uh can i kiss you?" He was embarrassed to ask that but he was kinda getting used to it, you bent over and he cupped your face and kisses also while tip-toe. Y'all didn't realize pepa and Felix were spying on you guys-
"aren't they perfect mi amor?" Felix said holding his wife hand, and wiping her tear
"oh yes....they are perfect....they remind of us while we were teenagers.." pepa smiled lovingly at us, and there was little cloud
"MOM DAD!? ARE YOU GUYS SPYI-"
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zafirosreverie · 1 year
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Cuando la veo (Julieta x Fem!Reader)
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a/n: Title and idea taken from Pimpinela’s Cuando lo veo.
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You closed your eyes and clenched your fists not caring that the cloth in your hand wrinkled beyond recognition, in fact, what you wanted most was to rip the dress apart, tear everything in your room, and leave the world as destroyed as your heart. It wasn't fair, this wasn't how it all had to end, your life was supposed to just begin, bright mornings and warm afternoons awaited you with the love of your life. But you were only greeted with a terrible winter that soaked into your bones and a huge emptiness in the center of your chest.
"You promised you'd be here, Santi" you whispered, hugging yourself "you swore you'd never leave me"
And yet, you were alone again.
No family, no friends, no partner, no future. You had nothing more than the misery that consumed you little by little, the guilt that whispered in your ear that you could have done more, the rage that threatened to burn you whole from the inside, and a love, pure and sincere, so big that was painful because it no longer had anyone to reach out to.
You glanced sideways at the letter that had arrived that morning. You had barely opened it, and all you had to do was read the greeting to set it aside and burst into tears, too weak to face any consolatory speech it might contain. “I'm so sorry, my little alhelí” it said, in your aunt’s fine handwriting, the only family you had left, and whom you hadn't seen in years.
You didn't even know how she found out about what happened, but you didn't care at the time, it had all stopped making sense to you anyway. All you wanted was for time to turn back and for your fiancé to come back, to fulfill the perfect life that you were supposed to have together.
"Damn you, Santiago Cabral" you said, swallowing the lump in your throat "damn you for leaving me alone, for breaking my heart like this... and because deep down I know it's my fault, that I wasn't enough"
A new wave of tears invaded you, making you fall to your knees beside the bed. Your hands no longer had the strength to keep mistreating the veil of your wedding dress, nor did your voice come out in sobs. You were simply no more than a ghost. One that seemed doomed to the memory of a man who never came and never would.
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Julieta sighed heavily as she set the wooden ladle aside, turning off the stove and wiping her hands on her apron. She really missed Casita. Weeks had passed since the miracle was lost, leaving her entire family helpless, lost, and destabilized, and although the town seemed to wake up from a dream and had come to help them, one family even lent them a house to live in while they rebuilt theirs, it was true that the Madrigals could have had a better time.
Sure, there were some who adjusted better than others, but that didn’t mean they haven't suffered. Of the six grandchildren, Dolores was the one who felt most comfortable, it seemed that she was almost relieved to have lost her gift, and Julieta couldn't blame her, her niece seemed freer and happier, being able to participate in more activities that she couldn't before due to the sensory overload of her super hearing. Camilo and Isabela said they were fine, but there were times when someone would catch them trying to reactivate their gifts or pretend they still had them.
Antonio and Luisa were the most vocal when it came to expressing their pain, both very resentful of the loss of their gifts, one because of the brevity in which he was able to enjoy it and the other because of a sense of identity that was taken from her. And her sweet Mirabel, used to live without a magical gift, had taken it upon herself to teach them how to live a normal life. The only good thing about all of this was that the six of them had become a little more united and that if one was in trouble, the other five would respond. It was cute if she was being honest.
Adults were another story. Mom appeared to be strong, but everyone could see the fear in her eyes and the pain of having lost the last vestiges of Dad's sacrifice, she was almost always locked in her designated room. Bruno had spent the last ten years without having visions, so it wasn't hard for him to get used to the lack of magic, adjusting to living with the rest of the family again was the real challenge. Pepa didn't seem to mind not having a constant cloud over her head, and she took the time to reconnect with her brother, so they could almost always be found together, without the third of their triad.
Julieta was not proud to admit that the one who was handling everything the worst was herself. After having spent the last forty-five years cooking tirelessly, ensuring the health and safety of the entire town, she now felt utterly useless, with nothing to do, nor a true purpose that would finish justifying her existence.
She had ceased to be someone necessary, now she was simply a sad shadow, an empty shell, a lump that everyone forgot about after breakfast and until lunch, then disappeared again until dinner. And that hurt her soul. She couldn't help anyone anymore, she couldn't take care of her daughters and nephews, mom didn't talk to her anymore, she couldn't bond with her siblings, no matter how many times she tried or how much she missed Bruno, he and Pepa had always had a stronger bond than they ever would have with her. Simply, she no longer felt like she belonged to her own family.
There was only one person in the whole town who still seemed to notice her, who still cared for her, only one man who still bothered to ask her if she was okay or listen if she needed him. And it was not her husband, but her brother-in-law.
Agustín had been a great source of comfort in the first few days after Casita was lost, just as he had been the night Bruno disappeared. But like that time, that concern and fleeting warmth disappeared after three or four days. She wasn't stupid, she knew how things were between them for years, even before Mirabel's birth, and she really couldn't blame him for anything.
The thing was, since Casita was gone, Gus had stopped having so many accidents, and if he did, he wouldn't go to her, because after all, what could she do without her gift? So the gap that had existed between them for more than fifteen years began to widen little by little with each day that Agustín went to town, exploring a freedom that, ironically, seemed magical, while she was left alone, in a strange house, as if she was part of the kitchen instruments and nothing more.
"Okay, this is the third time you've sighed in the last five minutes, what's wrong?"
Julieta jumped a little and turned around quickly, finding Felix who was looking at her quite amused from the door frame. The woman sighed in relief and felt her muscles relax considerably in the man's presence. Of all the people around her, only he could make her feel a little better these days.
"How long have you been there?" she asked softly
"Enough to feel offended that you didn't notice" he smiled.
She rolled her eyes affectionately and crossed her arms as he walked towards her, carefully following his every move. She didn't think he was going to do it this time, but her brother-in-law could be ruthless when he put his mind to it, and she had no intention of getting caught up in a tickling fit again, childish as that sounded.
"So" he said, standing in front of her and mimicking her stance "are we going to do it by hook or by crook?"
Julieta looked at him for a moment, internally cursing the simple way in which his eyes seemed to scan her soul, without giving her a chance to come up with an excuse. No matter how many years passed, Felix had always been good at getting everything out of her, she could lie to anyone but him. It didn't mean she didn't try, though.
"It's nothing" she said "I'm just a little tired of cooking, that's all" he didn't seem to believe her at all.
“You decided the hard way then” he said, smiling as her sister-in-law's eyes widened and she hurried away from him.
"No, no, no, no, don't even think about it" she warned him
"Come here, Juli, I just want to talk to you"
"Stay away from me, Felix, I'm serious."
He just laughed and kept moving towards her, chasing her around the table and returning to their place the chairs she was pulling out to try to slow his progress. They both knew they were making a ridiculous scene and that if anyone found them they would think they had lost their sanity, but they didn't care. Despite what the woman said, he could see a soft ghost of joy in her eyes and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and that was enough for him.
"Felix, stay away" she told him again, taking the wooden ladle as a weapon.
"I wouldn't have to chase you if you stopped running" he replied.
Julieta didn't even notice the rag lying on the floor, too busy with the man in front of her, so she screamed when her heel slipped, knocking her off balance. She instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the blow, but it never came. Instead, she felt a pair of large, strong hands, one on her hip and the other on her arm, holding her upright.
"I got you" her brother-in-law smirked at her.
"Th-thank you," she replied, pulling away from him and picking up the rag.
The atmosphere cooled again and the twinkle in the woman's eyes disappeared, as did any trace of amusement that might have existed. Felix was deeply sorry, but he also knew it wasn't unusual. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his sister-in-law happy for more than a few minutes, at least not anymore.
There was a time when he and Julieta used to do everything together, when they were children they could spend hours and hours playing just the two of them without getting bored, they told each other everything, they supported and cared for each other, and despite their fears, it did not change as they grew. It was true that they drifted a bit apart when he started dating Pepa and she met Agustín, but they still managed to find moments to have fun together, and even once they had formed their respective sides of the family, it was not uncommon to see them together in the kitchen, talking quietly or venting comfortably with the other.
He knew that she saw him as another brother, and he felt the same for her. And maybe he never told her, but being a few years older, he felt it was his responsibility to take care of her as he took care of his beautiful wife. It just felt natural to him. That's why it hurt so much that he couldn't give her the comfort she so obviously needed.
"It's because of him, isn't it?" he asked carefully
"Felix-"
"You can't lie to me, Juli, you know that" he interrupted her "...it's because of Agustín"
She clenched her fists for a moment, before sighing and looking away. Sometimes she really hated the way he could read her so easily as if he knew her so much better than she knew herself. She didn't even try to pretend that she was surprised that she didn't call him “Gus” but instead went by his full name. Her husband had ceased to be her brother-in-law's comrade the same day that he had ceased to be the man she fell in love with.
“…partly yes,” she admitted quietly, “I just…feel lonely, you know? I'm glad that the girls are distracted, that they go for a walk and make friends, and it would be selfish of me to want Agustín to stay here with me all day."
"But?"
"...but, sometimes I wish that...I don't know, he would at least pretend that he cares a little about me" she said, hugging herself "I'm not going to say that I miss him getting hurt, on the contrary, you know well that one of the reasons we started to fell apart was because I was tired of having to heal him every two minutes”
It was true. On more than one occasion, Félix had heard her complain about having to run behind an adult man with an arepa in her hand in case he hurt himself like a little boy, and although she had found it cute at the beginning of their relationship, the truth was that the man and his accidents consumed most of what little free time she had.
"And I'm really glad he doesn't have so many accidents, especially now that I can't do anything for him, but a simple 'good morning' or a hug would be enough" she continued "the only times he seems to notice me is when we have to fake smiles in front of the girls”
"Juli-"
"And the fights, Felix...those are the worst part"
"The fights?"
He moved closer to her, frowning in concern and feeling his blood boil as tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks. But he knew Julieta, and after a few seconds he could see that they weren't tears of sadness, but of anger. If that man had hurt her, he wouldn't live another day to tell about it.
"He did something to you?" he asked carefully
Julieta stared at him in amazement, blinking a little as a mist lifted from her mind and a warm feeling bloomed in her chest as she noted the fire in the man's eyes. It felt nice to know that at least he cared for her to the point that the idea of someone hurting her caused such a reaction, even if it wasn't the case.
"No" she assured him, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and smiling softly at him "no, he hasn't done anything to me."
"But have you fought?"
"..Yeah"
"About what?"
“Lots of things” she sighed “but it's almost always about how late he gets home. And it's not that I want to control him, he can go where he pleases, but I never know where he is and I no longer have excuses for the girls when they ask me about him. I trust him, Félix, but I can't dispel doubts, especially Isabela's, if I don't know where he gets into all day... and these fights are becoming more and more frequent"
Felix looked at her for a moment, before sighing and pulling her into a hug that he knew she badly needed. He wasn't even surprised when she buried her face in his shoulder, nor did he care when he felt hot tears soaking into his shirt. It was a delicate matter, that was eating his best friend from the inside, and he knew that he would have to put that card back on the table, for her sake.
"Have you thought about getting a divorce, Juli?" he asked softly after she calmed down
The woman tensed in his arms for a moment and was silent for a long time. He waited patiently for her to accommodate her thoughts, held her firmly until he felt her relax again, and only broke away from her when she unwrapped her arms from his body. Julieta wiped her tears with her hand again, before she accepted gratefully the napkin that he offered her.
The truth was, there was no reason to avoid the question. Felix knew that she had been thinking about this for a long time, perhaps two years after Luisa was born. He had been surprised when she told him, but still, he had supported her as always and he had made her feel safe, even helping her figure out what papers she needed. But then Mirabel was born.
She would never, ever have the audacity to say that any of her daughters were a mistake. They were not. She loved them more than her life and would do anything for them, to take care of them and protect them, but sometimes she wondered if Mirabel's lack of gift was due to the fact that neither she nor Agustín had planned to have her, it just... happened.
And with her birth, things changed again. The news that he would be a father again had brought back her Agustín, the man she had fallen in love with. He had cared for her and pampered her like a queen, always attentive and ready to help her in whatever she needed, and for a brief moment, she had allowed herself to think that perhaps love had resurfaced between them... but it hadn't. As soon as her youngest daughter was out of her body, she returned to being one more decoration in the house.
It hurt her, knowing that they really had lost the fire they once shared, but she supposed that was how things were, and that it was better to get used to it. After all, absolutely no one could accuse Agustín Rojas of being a bad father, and she herself would be the first in the line of defense if someone tried to, she shouldn't be selfish, she should be thankful that her daughters had grown up with the best father they could have had, regardless of whether the little affection that still remained between them couldn't even be called friendship.
"He's a good man, Félix" she whispered.
“But you don't love him…not like that” it wasn't a question, but she forced herself to answer anyway.
"...No"
"Then why do you stay?" Félix asked "why are you still with him when you both know there's nothing there anymore?"
Julieta shuddered. He wasn't rude, nor could she find any hint of judgment in his tone, he really wanted to know, but saying it out loud made it terribly true, and she didn't know if she was ready to be honest with him, or with herself.
"For my daughters" she replied, looking into his eyes "...and because I don't know anything else...I don't want to be alone, and a cold presence is better than an empty bed"
Felix looked at her with a mixture of compassion and pain, but he didn't say anything, he simply hugged her again, wishing he could convey in that gesture all the love he had for her, and a clear message of support that he hoped she could get.
"Julieta!"
The two jumped up and separated quickly at the sound of Alma's voice and footsteps. The matriarch entered the kitchen just after her daughter had finished pulling herself together and putting a painfully fake smile on her face. Felix just nodded respectfully at her.
"Yes mom?" she obediently asked
“Mija, could you take some things to Laurita? She just told me that her niece is coming to live in Encanto, and she is interested in taking over her sewing workshop. I would go myself, but I have to accompany my children to the square, Brunito wants a new book and Pepita demanded one too" the woman laughed affectionately, undoubtedly adoring the image of her youngest children "so I thought you could go since you are not busy anyway”
Julieta felt her heart drop and the wound reopen. Not only did it hurt that her mother seemed to forget that she, too, was part of her "beloved" triplets, but the fact that the freshly cooked meal was behind her and yet she was thought not to be busy made her feel even more useless than she already did. But she forced herself to maintain her composure and was grateful that her mother didn't seem to notice that her smile was growing tighter with each passing second.
"Sure mom" she said haltingly "I'll go right away"
"Thank you dear"
Felix watched in silence as Alma left the kitchen, not noticing his presence for a single moment, before turning to Julieta, who only clenched her fists while she tried to calm herself with deep breaths.
"I can go" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.
"No, it's fine, I can do it" she smiled at him "besides, some fresh air would do me good... right?"
"Sure" he returned her smile.
Neither of them mentioned the fact that the tension could be cut, deciding not to make matters worse, they were uncomfortable enough on their own. He assured her that he would take care of the rest of the meal, which she was grateful for as she walked out, leaving her apron hanging on the hook by the door.
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"I'll wait for you downstairs, my alhelí" your aunt smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear "I've already cleaned the workshop, but if you want to remodel it, go ahead"
"Thank you, tía" you answered softly
“I asked Alma to bring me some things that I lent to the Rodríguez, it shouldn't take her long. She will be delighted to meet you”
You just smiled politely and closed your eyes to enjoy the feel of her calloused hand slowly caressing your cheek like when you were a child. The mention of your aunt's friend made you a little nervous if you were being honest. Tía Laura had filled you in on various events as soon as you arrived in town, and although you hadn't really been able to keep up with everything, you had gotten a little bit of the idea that Alma Madrigal and her family were practically royalty here, even though you didn't know very well why, and that they had recently lost their house, but you didn't know why either, a construction failure, perhaps.
An unfortunate fact, really, and perhaps in other circumstances, you would have offered to check if anyone needed medical attention since your aunt had told you that there were no doctors in the town (which shocked you, despite the promises of the older woman that they hadn't needed it), but in your current state and with guilt eating away at your soul, all you could offer was a feeble prayer for them, to whatever god would listen to a broken woman.
"I'll leave you to finish unpacking" Laura told you, taking you out of your thoughts "call me if you need me"
You offered her a weak nod and an increasingly broken smile. You hated the way the tears were starting to pool in your eyes again and your pulse raced. You had already spent too many months crying, it was not humanly possible that you still had tears, you didn't want to, you were tired of crying. Your aunt must have felt it, because without saying anything she caught you in a strong and warm hug, letting her fingers play with your hair.
“It's okay, my girl” she said sweetly “you'll be fine. You will heal"
You really wanted to believe her, you needed it to be true, but the pain was too deep in your chest that you doubted it would ever get out of there. Still, you refused to overwhelm the woman and forced yourself to hold back the tears a little longer, save them for when you were alone. You pulled away from her and forced another smile.
"Thank you, tía" you said again "for accepting me here"
"You will always be welcome here" she told you "as long as I am alive, you will always have a family, my girl"
"I don't know how I'm going to repay you" you said
"Nonsense, you don't owe me anything" she laughed "besides, we haven't had a professional seamstress here in a long time, and I can't imagine anyone more perfect for the job than you, my precious alhelí."
You chuckled softly as she pinched your cheek and watched silently as she left the room. You tried not to flinch too much when the temperature changed drastically as soon as the door closed as if all the cold and darkness inside you had been waiting until you were alone to get back to you.
You looked at the suitcase that was on the bed and the emptiness in your chest seemed to get bigger. You felt fragile and small and defenseless and a part of you was cursing you for having decided to pack… that. Of course, you knew it had been a bad idea, a terrible, pointless mistake. There was no good reason to justify your need to pack it, other than clinging to the last memories of Santiago and the idea of a life that would never belong to you.
Now you had to assume the consequences of that impulsive decision and come face to face with the ghost you had been carrying. You took a deep breath and walked over to the bed, taking the clasps of the suitcase with trembling hands. You knew it would be the first thing you would see when you opened it because it had been the very last thing you had packed.
"I can do it" you whispered "I can do it"
You closed your eyes as you slowly lifted the lid, feeling like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, and after a few seconds, you forced yourself to look down. There it was, your wedding dress, as white and pure as the day you bought it. The veil was wrinkled from the force with which you had taken it that terrible day, but the rest was intact.
You felt as if the white burned your eyes, mocking you. It was as if the fabric knew that you were never going to wear it, that you would never see yourself in the mirror wearing it or walk down the aisle to the love of your life. It was as if the dress knew it was over before it even started. And yet, you hadn't been able to get rid of it. The thought of leaving it behind had seemed like a crime to you, which was why you had brought it with you, despite the damage you knew it would cause. Of course, not as much as the other dress you buried in the smaller suitcase, but you weren’t planning on opening that one yet, not in a long, long time.
You couldn't bear to look at it for more than a few moments, so you quickly picked it up and carelessly stuffed it into a black cloth bag your aunt had lent you, tossing it to the back of the closet, where it would stay until the next time you decided to torture yourself and take it out.
"Hopefully, I'll find something in this place that will make me forget it's here" you said to yourself.
You turned your attention to the rest of your things, unpacking everything quickly so as not to keep your aunt waiting too long, but the dresses never left the back of your mind.
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Julieta! It's nice to see you here, my dear."
The brunette smiled kindly, receiving the older woman's hug a bit awkwardly as she tried to balance the boxes of fabric, ribbons, needles, and other sewing items that her mother had asked her to bring. She had hoped that the walk there would clear her mind a bit, but the feeling of loneliness kept swimming in her chest like a fish in water.
"Same here, Laura" she politely replied "it's been a while."
"And you say it, Mija, it's been a long time since I saw your face"
Julieta laughed softly, silently acknowledging the maternal warmth that characterized the other woman. Laura had become known in Encanto for the beautiful dresses and suits that she made, with unique designs and beautiful patterns, there was no one in town who would not want to have at least one item of clothing from her collection. It had been a shame when the woman had decided to close her sewing shop, saying that she felt too old to go on with it.
In truth, she was only about 12 years older than the triplets, so she really wasn't as old as she claimed, but she had been adamant in her decision, so they hadn't been left with a choice other than accept it. She still took on mending and embroidery jobs, but it wasn't the same anymore, though the woman's warmth and kindness were still well-known and appreciated.
"Mom asked me to bring you this" the brunette said, carefully moving the boxes.
"Oh yes, allow me" Laura smiled, taking some of the smaller boxes to lighten her load "come in, you're home"
Julieta nodded gratefully, following the woman inside. Despite her age, she felt like a child entering a wonderland and she couldn't contain her amazement as soon as she walked through the front door. Laura had always had exquisite taste, and despite the fact that she had only been in her house a few times accompanying her mother when she was little, she still found it a precious place.
There were elegant decorations and handmade embroidery pictures everywhere. The plants that were in the corners really brought life to the room and the soft beige color of the walls made everything feel homey, warm and so familiar that the brunette felt strangely sheltered and safe there. If it weren't for the fact that the images of Casita collapsing still haunted her every time she closed her eyes, she could almost say it was the second most magical place in Encanto.
"You can put that in there, honey" Laura said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Alma must have been busy."
"Yes" Julieta forced a smile as she left the boxes on the floor "She, Pepa, and Bruno had to go buy some things"
"And you didn't want to go with them, dear?"
The brunette felt as if a dagger was being plunged into her chest, but she maintained her composure. After all, it wasn't the kind woman's fault that she was being selfish and wishing her mother or her siblings would include her in their plans.
“I was just curious” she lied “that's a lot of sewing stuff, can we expect a reopening of your workshop soon?”
“Oh, I hope so, mija” Laura laughed heartily “although not because of me. You know I'm too old for that, but my niece is interested in it."
"Oh yes, mom mentioned that she was going to move here."
"My precious girl, she has just arrived, after I begged her for months" the older woman said, smiling fondly "and I must say that her hands are more skilled, and her designs far surpass any of mine."
"No one could top your designs, tía, but I appreciate the compliment."
Julieta jumped a little at the sudden voice that came from behind her. She turned to see the most beautiful woman she had ever seen coming down the stairs. She was young, with an innocent and passionate aura, but her eyes were loaded with sadness and in her smile, she hid the ghost of deep pain. Still, the brunette couldn't help the feeling of warmth that settled in her stomach, as if thousands of butterflies began to wake up, her mouth went dry and time seemed to stop, preventing her from saying anything or doing anything but looking at you while you. Of all the amazing treasures that Laura had, it was definitely you, the newest addition, the most beautiful.
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Yandere Camilo Madrigal x Fem! Introvert! Reader
Tw: Yandere Behavior, harrassment, stalking, suggestive themes,kidnapping implied, +18, minors DNI, female reader.
Type: Oneshot. Reader is a very introvert person who tends to isolate herself and barely goes outside unless is extremely necessary.
A/N:  Hope you enjoy this little ff, I wanted to write something for Encanto since I watched it. Sorry if Camilo is kind of ooc. Camilo is aged up here.
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You were what some people would call a shy person but in reality you're an introvert, you don't really enjoy all of that social interaction that comes with living in a Latinamerican little town, specifically Encanto.
So you were very surprised when you found out that certain shape-shifter has fallen for you and your social awkwardness.
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Everything started a day your mother told you to go buy some ingredients for the dinner at the mercado, she gave you enough money and some bag to gather all the items you needed. Your house was not so far from the mercado and you went there walking, no need to ask some neighbors to give you a ride or anything like that, but as you guessed there were people who was surprised to see you outside since you are barely seen in the streets, rarely at parties o any kind of reunion.
"Wow has been a long time since I last saw you little y/n!" Said one of your neighbors.
"Yeah, mom needs some ingredients for dinner, see you!" You said laughing a little and kept walking your way to buy groceries.
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Once you were done with shopping you had three bags full of vegetables and some spices for your mamá, you thought about to ask Luisa Madrigal to help you with them since you saw her nearby a few minutes ago, but you were to shy to ask and you have never spoke with any Madrigal at all. So you grabbed your bags the best you could and made your way home. You were about to turn in the corner of the mercado when suddenly bumped into someone dropping your bags in the process, you didn't know who was these young man who looked just about your age so you said in a barely audible voice:
"Oh! Lo siento, I didn't see you!"
He looked a bit confused, because he didn't recognize you, and he would remember a pretty face as yours for sure, but he recovered for the surprise quickly.
"Don't worry hermosa! It was my fault, here let me help you with your things.
He wanted to ask you if you were new in the village or you were visiting your relatives, but he refrained 'cause you looked like you were about to faint right there due to carrying those heavy bags and, unbeknown for him, you were embarrassed for your clumsiness and awkwardness in front of a cute guy like him.
So when you finally had all your things gathered and before he could offer his help to you, you quietly said goodbye to him and rushed all the way back to your house.
He was upset, he wanted to know your name and make a little conversation with you. Deep inside his mind he knew it was weird to develop such a big crush on a girl he just happened to meet by accident, but he felt attracted to that quiet and shy voice of yours, you were so cute! And let's not talk about your flushed cheeks that can be compared to a pair of apples with how red they looked.
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When you got home you gave the things to your mom and went back to your bedroom and keep on doing your favorite indoors activity without giving to much thought to the incident with the curly hair man.
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A few weaks have passed, you were at your home as usually helping your mom with the chores and doing your own stuff. Usually you will feel secure and calm at your house, but lately you feel like being observed, uneasy, like someone is watching you with predatory eyes, plus some of your stationary, toys and even some clothes disappeared and you were starting to worry. You didn't say anything to your family, afraid they would think you started to go crazy for the lack of social interaction, but also because you thought it was just you getting sick or something .
But what you didn't know is that you got yourself a staker. You'll see, Camilo felt like he need to know you better, you were different, usually when people spotted him they would ask him to do something for them or help with chores, but you seemed like someone nice and caring, and he wanted someone taking care of him for once and not the other way around, he wanted you for himself. So he started to get information of you from your neighbors anytime they asked him to help them. So he found out where you live, who you live with, your name, your family members names, he even shape-shifted into a friend of your mom to go inside your house, he now knows which one is your room.
He would watch you in his free time, he even avoided helping people in the village just to see you at your house. One night he entered to your room through the window, you look so cute sleeping, your beautiful h/l h/c sprawled all over your pillow, he couldn't resist, he caressed your soft cheek and pressed the lightest kiss on your soft lips. He occasionally will take something for his little altar in his room dedicated to you. He loves you, and he loves your personality and the fact the you keep yourself away of the other men in Encanto. He couldn't wait to introduce himself to you and have you all for himself.
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Dolores knew something was wrong with her brother, she could hear him sneaking in the middle of the night to a unknown place into the town, she wanted to confront him about it, but she was afraid of how he would react, he changed a lot, he wasn't as helpful with the villagers and was actively avoiding his duty. He also was secretive about a lot of his room. So she decided to let him be. Maybe she was looking a little to much into it and it wasn't cause of concern.
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Camilo was angry, he wanted to make that guy that approached you regret his mere existence, how dare he touch you and talk to you so freely. So he planed something special for you tonight.
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Currently you were in the village plaza because you were celebrating along with your family and neighbors the foundation of Encanto, but you decided to get a seat in a bench near by while you eat some arepas, suddenly a handsome boy, maybe one or two years older than you took a seat next you and started a conversation with you, he began to get a little flirty and put a arm around your shoulders, you started to get uncomfortable but you didn't wanted to be rude and make things weird either.
You were about to excuse yourself out of the situation when the young man you bumped into that time at the mercado approached you both with an angry expression on his face and shouted to your unwanted companion:
"Hey! Don't you ever get near her again! You are making her uncomfortable!" Then he grabbed your arm carefully as if you were made of glass and started walking away from the bench. He took your hand and tried to talk to you, saying his name in the process, Camilo Madrigal.
You felt weird about this guy, you just met him once and he acted like he was your long time friend, he took you to enjoy some food that Julieta, his aunt made and to play some games.
He never left your side all night long and he offered to take you home, you accepted because apparently your family decided you were in good hands with a Madrigal and left earlier. They were sound sleep by the hour you get back.
To make you even more suspicious, it seemed like Camilo knew very well the way to your house, because he didn't asked once your address nor for directions.
When you both reached your front door and were about to open it and enter your house, Camilo grabbed your hand and turned you to face him and without a warning he kissed you right on the lips, you were surprised and frozen in place due to the sudden action.
When he let your lips go he locked eyes with you and said in a whisper:
"You have no idea how long I have waited to do this. I don't want to let you go, I hate the way that guy was looking at you. I don't want other to see you. To have you."
You didn't know what to say, he certainly wasn't sane, he barely knew you and here he was telling you he was jealous about you. You gathered all your courage to speak.
"I'm sorry Camilo, but you are not my owner or anything of the kind, I don't know you and we haven't talked before until tonight."
He felt betrayed and angry, but he understood that all the interactions you both had happened when you were unconscious and he couldn't bare the idea of harming you and taking is anger out on you. He smiled sweetly at you and said:
"Don't worry, mi amor. We have a lot of time to get to know each other"
Suddenly you felt a sting in your neck, and started to felt light headed. The last thing you saw before fainting was Camilo's voice:
"Nobody will take you away from me. We are going to be happy together, mi vida."
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"Brunito."
Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader (Part 2)
Request from: @estoniacobaltpayne
MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY          
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Fatphobia, body dysmorphia, angst, slight reader backstory, and Alma is very mean. Sorry if you don’t like the color yellow, but it’s my fave. SFW.
Synopsis: Reader has dinner with the Madrigals and it goes…about how you think it would.
A/N: Heeeeeeey, looks who’s back from their weed comaaaa! SPOILER ALERT!!! There’s a cliffhanger. That’s right, mamacitas, it’s going to be a trilogy! Please comment if you think the next part should include or exclude some spicy content! Thank you for reading!!
Today, it was your turn to sweat bullets.
Dinner with Bruno went fabulously, and you two were practically inseparable ever since. Bruno would visit you almost daily, always bringing you little things that he thought would make you smile. Last week, he needle-felted a pair of rat dolls – one with an adorable little yellow sun hat and the other with a green poncho. A few days ago, he brought over his tiple and played you a little tune he wrote about what it would be like to be a bird. Today, he was bringing you to dinner at La Casita.
It wasn’t that you disliked the Madrigals; it was the opposite really. You loved catching up with Mirabel and Dolores. You brought Luisa lunch a few times a week, so she had to take a break from her chores.  Isabela and Pepa have even saved your personal garden on more than a handful of occasions. The entire familia Madrigal was delightful, but you’ve never been with them all together. The thought of going before your cariño’s family and being judged by them all in one room terrified you. What if they didn’t think you were good enough for their family? What if his mother disapproved of your relationship? Bruno loves his family and is very loyal – he would leave you no doubt if they asked.
Today you had to dress to impress.
You decided to wear a bright yellow, three-panel skirt that you hand-embroidered with the story of your family’s immigration to the Encanto, pairing it with a white off-the-shoulder blouse with puffy sleeves. You threw your hair into a classy low bun, pulling out a few locks of hair to frame your round face. You rouged your cheeks and lips so that your face said, “Innocence.” Señora Alma is a traditional woman, very much like your own mother; you knew exactly how to please people like her.
You ran through your head thinking of all the little things you could say to win her favor. You thought of how you could draw on your rapport with the rest of the family Madrigal or mention what an amazing cook you were and the countless meals you fed your Brunito when he came to visit. Speaking of food, you did not plan to show up to dinner empty-handed. You prepared a large baking dish filled with your infamous patacones topped with hogao. You once set these out as a snack for Bruno and he nearly proposed to you on the spot.
You were dressed, packed, and ready to face the Madrigals, but as you made your way to the foyer to meet Bruno, who was waiting to walk you to his home, you glanced at yourself in the mirror. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes you couldn’t help but hate the girl you saw in your reflection. Your nose was too broad for your liking, and you felt like your lashes could be longer and more feminine. You hated the way the velvet ribbons tying your huaraches to your ankles squeezed your thick calves, and the back rolls that were visible through your blouse. You knew your self-worth, and you knew that you were such a kind and loving soul, but you sometimes wondered what someone as beautiful as Bruno saw in you.
There are so many gorgeous, thin women in the Encanto. Women who were petite and graceful and seemed to hold the attention of every man, women, and child in the village. You, on the other hand, felt like little old you. Not bad, but nothing too special either. Nothing special enough to belong with the Madrigals.
***
Bruno was uneasy.
Today was the day that he got to formally introduce you to his family as his…whatever you guys were. He was so nervous and nauseous, but he knew that you would, “Wow,” them just as you did every time he heard you speak.
You had expressed to him your worries of not fitting in with his family, so he came extra early that afternoon to be with you and help assuage your fears. He was so sure that everyone would love you but…his mother may be a problem. Alma has never mentioned anything about disliking you, but she never seems pleased when Bruno would leave La Casita to be with you.
As Bruno waited for you to finish getting ready for dinner, he had grown more and more paranoid about the way things could go down tonight. He began pacing, shaking salt into his hand to toss over his shoulder, and jumping from floorboard to floorboard in your kitchen while trying not to step on the gaps between the wood. He had half a mind to run to the lake just outside the mountains surrounding the Encanto and look into the future, but he couldn’t leave you alone all nervous and panicky – it was his job to be nervous and panicky.
He hopped to another floorboard, wobbling when he balanced his weight all on one leg, as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Your sudden presence frightened him, causing him to trip and fall. You giggled at this clumsy man and did a little run over to help him up.
“So silly, Brunito,” you said to him.
He didn’t respond, wide hazel eyes looking up and hungrily devouring your appearance.
“What?” you asked.
“Hermosa.”
Your felt your cheeks get warm as you helped Bruno settle on his feet. He couldn’t stop looking at you and admiring the little details on your skirt or the way your neck and shoulders were deliciously exposed. He sighed deeply, attempting to slow his accelerated heart rate.
You attempted to draw his attention back from wherever his mind went by brushing a salt and pepper coil of hair from his face, your hand gently caressing his cheek and landing on his stubbly chin.
“Are you ready to go, amor?” you asked gently.
His hand rose to cover the hand on his face, gently removing it so he could kiss the inside of your wrist.
“Ready when you are.”
***
The walk to La Casita was lovely. The sun was just beginning to set, and the weather could not be more perfect. You almost felt sad that you couldn’t enjoy more of the joyous day outside with Bruno.
As you two reached the cobblestone path that led to the house, you realized that you had never actually set foot in Bruno’s home. Bruno always came to visit you, and the rest of the Madrigals could always be found in the village, making themselves of use to anyone in need. You never had a real reason to visit until tonight.
“The house is beautiful, Bruno,” you said.
“Yep, and she’s really nice too. Never told anyone that I was in the walls.”
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but laughed anyway.
Reaching the house at last, you put one foot forward to climb steps leading up to the front door, but then you felt something hit your foot. You jumped back out of fright, and Bruno began to laugh.
“Say hola to Casita first,” he responded.
Confused again, you looked up at the majestic house, and gave an awkward greeting.
“Hola, Casita?”
The house began to come alive; the bricks on the front steps started jumping, the wooden shutters on all the windows began to swing wildly, and the terra cotta shingles on the roof began to dance. The blue front doors of the moving house swung open, and you felt the stones on the path rise to cup the back of your ankles. Casita physically pulled you into itself, Bruno being pulled in not far behind.
The magical house dropped you and Bruno in the center of the room, and you clenched the white fabric over your heart.
“The house has magic too?!” you exclaimed.
Bruno smiled down at your thrilled face, watching you as you excitedly spun around several times to take in the details of the house.
“You’ve never been here? The doors are open to everyone, you know.”
You stopped your child-like observation of the house and looked at Bruno.
“I’ve never had a reason to come. Your family is always conveniently around when I need them,” you said with a smile.
Bruno returned the smile and took from you the glass baking dish you carried.
“I’m going to set this in la cocina and then we can go on a little tour of Casita,” he said.
You nodded and watched as he disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen.
***
“…and this way is my room,” Bruno said as he ushered you up the steps to his tower.
“Do I actually get to go in this room?” you teased.
He let out a single laugh and nodded his head.
Bruno had shown you all over La Casita but couldn’t allow you in anyone’s room. Instead, he pointed to each door and told you whose room was whose and described what the inside of each room looked like. You were having a hard time believing that one little boy essentially lives in an expansive jungle terrain filled with all sorts of exotic plants and animals, but then again, the house is alive. Anything could happen here.
As you reached the top of the stairs, Bruno turned around to look at you, back facing his ornate door.
“Sooo, it’s been a while since I’ve had a visitor and I’ve just moved back in really, so my room isn’t…the best. Plus, Casita can kind of sense my overwhelming need for space, so there might be –,” Bruno confessed.
“I’m sure it’s just wonderful,” you tried to assure him.
Bruno turned back around to face the door, mumbling something under his breath about hoping you still felt that way. You wondered how many pairs of socks he’s left strewn about the floor.
Bruno pried his door open, and a gust of sand flew out the crack. He coughed and shoved door until it was wide open for you to enter. You walked into the small room, admiring the beautiful hourglass wall with a gorgeous waterfall of sand behind it.
“Well, this is nice,” you said, trying to be kind. His room was very small and did not have an ounce of furniture. You briefly wondered if Bruno just curled up on a pile of sand to sleep at night; that would explain why he’s always covered in it when he comes to visit.
With a light chuckle, Bruno took your hand and led you to the falling sand.
“Close your eyes, duck your head, and bend your knees,” he instructed, doing just that and pulling you in after.
Once through the entryway, you two skidded down a dune of sand and the room opened up into a huge cave with what had to be hundreds of stairs. You looked up completely bewildered; you really didn’t believe him when he said the rooms were bigger on the inside.
Bruno saw your baffled expression and thought to cut through the tension.
“Yeah, I know…it’s a bit much.”
“A BIT??”
“You know, once you get to walking, you really don’t even notice the stairs, ha,” he said bashfully. “Come on, let’s get started.”
He had to practically drag you from where you stood; you and cardio weren’t the greatest of friends. You started to march up the stairs, panting and out of breath by the time you reached the seventh step. You could see Bruno holding in his laughter as he watched you struggled to climb, leaving you very embarrassed.
“Mira, it’s okay. Took me a while to get used to them when I came back.”
You gave him a thumbs up.
When the treacherous journey came to an end, you could barely stand.
“Are you okay, amor?” he asked.
“No,” you wheezed, hunched over.
Bruno really thought that now would be a good time to make a move on you.
“Here, Cariño, let me carry you.”
So, here’s the thing: Bruno Madrigal is maybe 100 lbs soaking wet. You, a thick and voluptuous woman, were much broader and heavier than him in comparison. You thought it was really sweet of him to offer but…you could snap him like a twig.
“I’m good, Brunito,” you said.
But he was insistent.
“No, no, allow me,” he said, bringing one of his scrawny, little arms around your shoulders.
“Bruno, I would really appreciate it if you did not do that,” you huffed. By now, you had finally caught your breath.
Bruno was devastated, not that he let that show. Did you really think so little of him? Did you really find him…well, little? Bruno was not a very machismo man, but he still had some pride, and right now, a very bruised ego.
“Did I do something wrong, mi amor?” he asked softly.
“No, no, I’m just too – I mean I just don’t want you to – ugh,” you said standing up.
Bruno understood, choosing instead to gently take your hand in his as he moved to your side. He turned and quietly led you to the ominous circular door that stood down the hall. You passed these cryptic sculptures of Bruno on the wall, one with gaping holes where his eyes and mouth should be.
“Bruno, what is this place?” you asked.
“It’s my vision cave.”
You reached out a cautious hand to grasp the bar handle and pulled it to the side. The door opened with a whoosh and you peered in.
Inside the dim, circular room the walls were lined with a familiar tribal pattern from the crown molding to the baseboards. The floor held a similar pattern, barely visible through the small piles of sand that seemed to be everywhere. You looked around, counting maybe 6 clay pots painted in various shade of brown all about the room, before you looked up and noticed the small blue hammock that was pressed against the far wall.
You were quiet for a while – mostly because you were terrified of the room, but also because you were disheartened at how little things Bruno owned. You wondered if he just hadn’t had the opportunity to fill his room with all the little things that made him happy, or if he didn’t think he deserved more than this.
“Truth be told, I only really come up here for visions. I still…I still sleep in the walls,” he said.
“Why?” you asked bewildered.
“Eeeh, you know. It’s where I feel comfortable, I mean it’s been ten years,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Plus – plus, it’d be a bit of a hazard for the little guys, right?” he rambled as he pulled a rat from underneath his ruana, holding it up for you to see.
“Uh, Bruno –”
“I’m really nervous about being home with my family and people are already hounding me for visions, and, I mean, I missed my family and all, but I’m not much of a people person,” he said rapidly, all in one breath.
You smiled at this absolutely ridiculous man that you had fallen for.
“You can always come stay with me.”
***
The two of you had made your way to the dining room to join the rest of the Madrigals for dinner. The whole family sat in their seats, beaming up at you as Bruno chivalrously pulled out your chair and gestured for you to have a seat.
“Hola, everyone!” you said, sitting down.
Everyone responded to you happily, except for Alma, who offered you a brief nod. You tried to keep your composure, but you were freaking out inside. You never realized how large Bruno’s family was.
“Thank you for joining us for dinner, (y/n),” said Alma. “Bruno has told us many wonderful things about you.”
Her words were kind, but her tone was cold. Bruno was sweating, reaching out for your hand under the table to calm his nerves.
“I’m glad to hear that, Señora,” you said, offering a smile.
The room was tense. Mirabel and her parents were smiling so hard, hoping it would alleviate the awkwardness of Alma’s clear disapproval. Isabela and Luisa had gone ahead and started eating, focusing hard on their food so they wouldn’t have to witness the tragedy that was occurring. Dolores was whispering to her parents, who both leaned in to listen to what she had to say, all the while Camilo wasn’t paying attention, eyes trained on his fork like he was trying to bend it with his mind.
You looked around at all the Madrigals when you noticed someone was missing.
“Where’s Antonio?” you asked, beginning to poke at your food.
The whole table looked up at you surprised. Even Camilo stopped practicing his “budding” mind powers to take notice of the topic.
“Yeah, where is Antonio?” Camilo asked.
A rain cloud began to form over Pepa’s head as she shivered in panic. Félix attempted to calm her by running his hands along her shoulders.
“He’s by the Rosarios,” Dolores piped in. “His jaguar scared their daughter, Sofía, so he brought her a stuffed capybara to say sorry.”
Dolores leaned her head to side, trying to hear what Antonio was up to.
“Sounds like he’s on his way back,” she said.
Pepa let out a great sigh, the cloud above her beginning to dissipate. Félix let out a hearty laugh and soon the rest of the family had erupted into laughter over the needless worrying. All except for Alma, whose lips were pressed into a thin line and had not taken her eyes off you since you joined the table.
The laughter died down and the family dug into their plates. Before you even noticed, the patacones you brought had gone. Not too long later, Antonio joined the table, apologizing for his tardiness. He told the table how he and Sofía had lost track of time while he introduced her to some smaller, more palatable animals. Dolores teased Camilo that Antonio had gotten a girlfriend before him, which made Antonio hide in his shirt.
Hoping to draw him back out of his shell, you asked Antonio about the capybara plush that he had given to his new friend, and he happily talked about his new-found love for sewing and doll making. You nudged Bruno’s shoulder, telling Antonio that he must get his love of crafting from his tío. Bruno gave you a sheepish, lopsided grin.
For a while, the family enjoyed each other’s musings about this and that. You kept sliding more and more food over to Luisa because you knew she missed lunch today; she smiled at you with her cheeks stuffed. Mirabel mentioned something about your skirt, and you got to excitedly tell her how you were inspired by her. When Isabella managed to pull your attention away from her sisters, she gave you some gardening tips because she noticed your begonias were dying again. The night had turned around and the atmosphere was perfect – you were ecstatic.
 Seizing the moment, Bruno cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention from everyone.
“Uh, hey,” he began, “I thought I’d take the chance to, uh, properly introduce (y/n). We-we’ve been seeing each other for a month or two, and yeah.” He threw out a nervous smile, one that was returned by his sisters and his lovely niblings. His brothers-in-law were smirking at him, wiggling their eyebrows teasingly.
Alma was still stone-faced, not even bothering to look up from her food.
“I’m happy you two are…happy together,” she said.
“Th-thanks, ma,” Bruno returned.
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After dinner, you, Bruno, and his sisters decided to stay back to clean while everyone else went about their evenings. Pepa and Julieta were absolutely delighted that Bruno was finally seeing someone. You three would giggle or go back and forth sharing cheesy little stories about Bruno while he tried to hide himself in dish soap bubbles.
Eventually Julieta poked Pepa, motioned with her lips toward you and Bruno, and then tipped her head, signally her to leave. They left the kitchen smiling while you two washed and dried the last of the utensils.
You were so engrossed in Bruno’s new telenovela for his rats. It was called, “The Horses that Could Never Be.” The plot was confusing, and one of the rats had to play a horse, but that didn’t matter. Seeing Bruno’s face light up with so much joy was the only thing that mattered in that moment. His eyes were so wide and animated, and he used different tones of voice to act out certain lines so you’d know who was talking. It was adorable.
When you put away the last fork, you turned to address Pepa, but saw at once that you and Bruno were alone.
Bruno, noticing that your attention had been drawn away from him, turned to see what you were looking at.
“Oh,” he said. “Didn’t even know they left.”
“Some oracle you are, Brunito,” you joked.
He stuck his tongue out at you and dried his hands.
It was silent for a moment when he turned back to look at you. You admired his beautiful salt and pepper curls in the candlelight that illuminated the dark kitchen.
“You look so handsome,” you said in a whisper.
You couldn’t see it, but a small flush of pink tinted Bruno’s cheeks. He had such strong feelings for you but was so worried that he would come on too strong and chase you away. He rarely kissed you, opting instead to caress your face or take your hand in his. He hoped that the gifts he brought you, the little tokens of his love, were enough to show you how he felt without being too overwhelming. Bruno very much preferred to move at whatever pace you decided to set.
You stepped toward him, closing the tiny gap between you, and brought your hands to his chest. He let out a shaky breath as you touched him, watching as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.
He deepened the kiss, putting his hands low on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. You moaned against his mouth, loving the way his breath tasted and wanting so much more of him.
Alma cleared her throat.
You two separated so fast, Bruno almost fell.
“Señora!” you gasped.
“Bruno, don’t you think it’s rather late? Señorita (y/n) should be getting home,” she said.
“Of course! Of course, yeah, let’s uh, let me walk you home,” Bruno blurted out.
Alma turned to leave the kitchen, taking a few steps before whipping her head around.
“Buenas noches, (y/n),” she said to you before turning to address Bruno. “I’ll be waiting up for you, mi hijo.”
Alma left the kitchen.
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Bruno took you home, kissed you chastely, and practically ran to get home. You went to bed that night, butterflies in your stomach with a newfound heat that spread across your body.
When Bruno returned home, Alma was indeed waiting up for him.
“Mama, I’m home. Get some rest,” he told her.
“Brunito, I would like to speak with you about something,” Alma said curtly. She gestured for Bruno to sit on the bench next to her.
“Is something wrong, ma?” Bruno asked.
“Mi hijo,” she said, “(y/n) seems lovely but…I don’t know if she is right for you. Ever since you’ve started seeing her, well, I haven’t seen much of you.”
Bruno felt awful. Had he really been neglecting his family?
“I’m so sorry mama, I really didn’t mean to –”
“– and she’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, absolutely hermosa, but she doesn’t exactly look like she…fits you,” Alma interrupted.
“What do you mean she doesn’t f –”
“– and believe me, mi hijo, I’m just looking out for you. And for what’s best for the family. That’s all I’ve ever tried to –”
“I love her, ma!” Bruno shouted. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, not meaning to have said that out loud, or have used that tone with his elderly mother.
Alma just stood there, frowning. She sighed, knowing she did all she could to help Bruno see her side of things.
“Mama, I love her. I want to be with her. Look, I’m sorry about not being more present with the family, really, lo siento, but she makes me feel like me. She makes my life and all I’ve been through feel like it was worth it,” he confessed.
“I see,” said Alma, standing from her seat. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love?” She turned her back to him and made her way up the stairs, leaving Bruno alone in the dark.
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last updated on the 20th of november 2023 <3
listed below is my nsfw one shot masterlist containing everything that i have written across all of my accounts featuring a fem or otherwise non-male character and a fem or otherwise non-male reader insert. (note: although heavy preference is given towards cis/trans fem characters and inserts, neutral, non binary, and other non-male identifying characters and inserts are welcome to appear on this masterlist as well).
under 18s and ageless blogs please do not interact with this masterlist or any of the posts linked <3
listed below are nsfw posts only
-> anime / black butler
‘gardening’ ; hannah annafellows x cis fem reader (1.8k)
-> animated / the legend of korra
‘joyride’ ; asami sato x non binary afab reader (1k)
-> animated / the owl house
‘lips and teeth’ ; edalyn clawthorne x plus size cis fem reader (0.7k)
-> animated / winx club
‘your princess’ ; bloom x cis fem reader (0.9k)
-> disney / encanto
‘gorgeous girl’ ; luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader (0.6k)
-> game / cookie run
‘into the deep end’ ; (amab) abyss monarch cookie x afab reader (1.3k)
‘reunion’ ; blueberry pie cookie x gender neutral reader (0.9k)
‘her greatest treasure’ ; chili pepper cookie x cis fem reader (0.9k)
‘devoured by the dragon’ ; (amab) pitaya dragon cookie x cis fem reader (1.1k)
‘their brood’ ; (amab) pitaya dragon cookie x cis fem reader (0.4k)
-> game / dark deception
‘becoming hers’ ; helen bierce x gender neutral reader (0.8k)
-> game / resident evil
‘test your luck’ ; alcina dimitrescu x unspecified amab reader (0.6k)
-> live action / star wars
‘her needy princess’ ; padmé amidala x cis fem reader (0.9k)
-> live action / bbc ghosts
‘love for love’s sake’ ; kitty higham x cis female reader x thomas thorne (3.4k)
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Masterlist
Started: 28/10/22
Last updated: 21/08/23
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Madrigal Family:
Stay (Yandere Madrigals x reader)
Yandere Madrigals reacting to their s/o /friend wanting to leave them
Gift (Romantic! Yandere Mirabel x Platonic! Yandere family Madrigal x Fem! Reader)
Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy
Gift (Platonic yandere family Madrigal x fem! reader x Romantic yandere Mirabel) Part 2
Platonic yandere family Madrigal x Risotto! reader
Mirabel Madrigal:
Yandere Mirabel headcanons
Yandere Mirabel with a affectionate darling
Yanderish Aged up! Mirabel and how she would treat fem! reader's kid
Soft yandere savior! Mirabel with a reader who has been previously kidnapped
Yandere Mirabel with a Gender-neutrual darling who she guilt trips
Gift (Platonic yandere family Madrigal x fem! reader x Romantic yandere Mirabel) Part 2
Yandere Mirabel with a introverted! reader
Yandere Mirabel with a punk s/o
Isabela Madrigal:
Caught (Yandere Isabela x escape attempt! reader)
Yandere Isabela headcanons
Forever (Yandere Isabela x outsider! Fem! reader)
Please (Yandere Isabela x Fem! reader)
Yandere Isabela reacting to the reader getting taken away on their wedding day
Yandere Isabela x shy! fem! reader headcanons
Unknowing (Yandere Isabela x Lesbian! fem! reader)
Me or her?! (Yandere Isabela x reader x Yandere Dolores)
Yandere Isabela with a Gender neutral! clumsy! reader
Safe (Yandere Isabela x abused! fem! reader)
Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader
Luisa Madrigal:
Yandere Luisa headcanons
Protect (Yandere Luisa x Bold! reader)
Dolores Madrigal:
How yandere Dolores acts around her darling who she is betrothed to
Approve (Yandere Dolores x male! reader)
Yandere Dolores headcanons
How Dolores would react to her betrothed darling running away on their wedding day
Safe (Yandere Dolores x abused! fem! reader)
Accepted (Yandere Dolores x reader)
Me or her?! (Yandere Isabela x reader x Yandere Dolores)
Yandere Dolores who blackmails others to have her darling to herself
Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader
Camilo Madrigal:
Love of my life (Yandere Camilo x fem! Reader)
Lover (Yandere camilo x reader)
I love you. (Yandere Camilo x fem! reader)
Beautiful (Yandere Camilo x fem! winged! reader)
Obsessed (Yandere Camilo x fem! genie! reader)
Crush (Soft yandere Camilo x Fem! reader)
Yandere Camilo with artist! reader
Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader
Julieta Madrigal:
Yandere Julieta headcanons
Lovesick (Yandere Pepa x reader x Yandere Julieta)
Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)
Jealous yandere Julieta headcanons
Care (Yandere Julieta x frail/sick fem! reader)
Care (Yandere Julieta x frail/sick fem! reader) Part 2
Pepa Madrigal:
Yandere Pepa headcanons
Lovesick (Yandere Pepa x reader x Yandere Julieta)
Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)
Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy
Bruno Madrigal:
You can't change the future (Yandere Bruno x reader)
Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)
Pequeño (Platonic yandere Bruno x mini Agustin! Reader.)
Yandere Bruno headcanons
Yandere Bruno x Oc Valentina (@thehourglassandtherose's Oc)
Only if...(Yandere stalker! Overprotective! Bruno x Valentina @thehourglassandtherose's oc)
Platonic yandere Bruno madrigal with a child! reader
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Turn It Down ! ~ Part Two
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Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).
Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child.
Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You received a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.
Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.
Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.
Info : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.
Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @try-cry-why-try, @camilos-mivida, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @soumya-13.
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It didn’t take long for you to begin hating your gift. Not just around the town, but also at home. And now? Now you didn’t have your papá to let you know that he understood or to tell you that everything was going to be okay. No, he left. He left so many years ago now.
You were now fifteen. Mirabel, Camilo and Carlos were all thirteen, they were in their rebellious teen phases but none of them really knew what you were going through. Luisa was seventeen and constantly throwing herself into work just to prove to Abuela that she was good enough. Antonio was three and was always babbling to you about something, that’s where your gift came in handy, you could let Pepa know what the baby was trying to say before he could form proper sentences- you’d done the same with Mira, Cami and Carlos when they were toddlers. Pepa and Julieta had no bad feelings or thoughts towards you, whenever you heard their thoughts they were usually worrying about you; you would always hear ‘I hope (name)’s okay’ and ‘she never leaves her room anymore, I wonder how she is’. It was sweet. Dolores and Isabela were both nineteen, Isabela tried to help you as much as she could but admittedly, that wasn’t all that much considering she had to keep up her señorita perfecta act… Dolores was the only person left there to understand you, given that your gifts were both eerily similar. She knew exactly how you felt and she would always come into your room and try to have talks with you; she was your favourite person in the whole family since Bruno had left.
And abuela? She grew to hate you. It didn’t take long, especially after Bruno left. You were forbidden from talking about your father, you were forbidden from even so much as mentioning his name. It frustrated you. Her thoughts about you were the worst. They were so much worse than those of the villagers, their thoughts were just that you were weird and they didn’t wanna be around you, but your Abuela? It was your Abuela’s thoughts that sent you in a downward spiral of anxiety and panic attacks and everything else. Whenever you came out of your room, her thoughts were the loudest, they were the first ones that would come to you; ‘(Name) is useless.’ ‘I hope (name) doesn’t ruin the dinner with the Gonzalez family tonight!’ ‘(Name) is too emotional, even worse than Pepa.’ ‘(Name) doesn’t care about this family, she’s just like Bruno.’
She made you want to scream. The thoughts you heard sometimes became too much and it burned you out and made your panic attacks more frequent, you didn’t really have anything to ground you or to bring you back to reality. The thoughts you heard made you become very emotional and upset and made you want to scream so much that you often had a panic attack around the table due to the emotions that you felt.
You were currently sat in your bedroom, sitting at your desk, your head was resting against your hand as you absentmindedly drew on a piece of paper that sat on your desk. ‘I love you, mija.’ You suddenly heard. You shook it off, continuing to draw.
You’d been hearing Bruno’s thoughts for years, even when you were in your bedroom which didn’t make sense considering your gift didn’t work in your room unless the person thinking it was in your room at the time. You figured that your mind had made it up due to you missing him so much, he was the one person that kept you grounded during your panic attacks, he always knew how to get you out of them.
You had your first panic attack six months after your fifth birthday, Bruno found you struggling for breath and clutching your chest with tears down your eyes, it scared the life out of you.
Bruno immediately recognised that it was a panic attack, him being a sufferer of them himself. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheeks and making you focus on him. “Mija, mija, listen to me.” He told you. You stared him, your eyes searching his face frantically as he stared at you. “I need you to focus on my voice, okay. Just focus on me! Don’t focus on your surroundings, don’t focus on anything else. Focus on me okay, focus on me!” He spoke frantically as you nodded in understanding. “Okay, I need you to use your senses okay. This’ll help ground you, cariño. Use your eyes, focus on something and tell me the colour, tell me if it’s bright or dull, give me details about it.” He told you.
Your eyes found his ruana, “I-it’s green a-and has hourglasses on it. It’s d-dull and dirty.” You spoke.
An offended expression crossed his face but he shrugged it off, “Okay, now touch. What does it feel like? Is it soft or rough? Is it heavy or light? What does the fabric feel like?” He asked you.
You reached out, clutching the ruana in your fists as you kept your focus on it, “It’s soft a-and it’s light, really light and thin.” You let him know.
“Okay, now what do you hear? Focus on your hearing, what do you hear, niña?” He asked you, stroking his thumb down your cheek as he cupped your face.
“I-I hear Carlos and Camilo fighting. I can hear rain hitting the window. I-I can hear Isabela and Abuela talking.” You told him.
You breathing was starting to slow down as Bruno moved on to the final sense, “Well done, mija, now smell. Tell me what you can smell.” He told you.
“I can smell tia Julieta cooking arepas and… And I can smell the lavender scent from my clothes. And I can smell… I can smell the roses that Isabela grew for me yesterday.” You told him, you breathing finally going back to normal as he pulled you into him fully.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his shoulder, he combed his long fingers through your hair, “Well done, mija.” He let out a sigh of relief as he held you tightly. He could feel your tears hitting his neck as the tears from before continued sliding down your face.
That was the scariest moment of both yours and Bruno’s lives. Your first panic attack. And they’ve only become more regular but you had continued to use his trick and use your senses to ground yourself.
You heard a knock at your bedroom door before glancing over your shoulder, your door was pushed open and Dolores walked in, “Hola (name). Abuela says that dinner is ready.” She let you know.
You nodded, standing up and smoothing out the green dress you were wearing; it matched the colour of your fathers ruana. You headed out of your bedroom and began walking downstairs, closing your eyes; trying to block out the thoughts that were coming from Abuela.
Why did hers always seem to be the loudest? Was it because hers were the worst thoughts? Was it because she hated you the most?
‘I’m proud of you, mija.’ There it was again. Your papás thoughts.
You didn’t care that this was just in your mind. You didn’t care that these weren’t his real thoughts, he was long gone. You had to have made him up in your mind due to missing him so much but even if this was just all in your head, it still brought a smile to your face, knowing that your father was still with you, even if it was only in your thoughts.
You walked into the dining room, taking a deep breath as you took your place beside Dolores. Abuela’s eyes glossed over you but she didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. Her thoughts said it all. ‘Oh great, she’s out of her room. She better not ruin this dinner like she does with every other one.’ Your eyes focused on your plate, relaying all of the colours and the patterns on it. Your hands gripped the table, telling yourself that it was hard and that the wood was smooth and freshly polished. You then focused on your hearing, immediately hearing the clanking of cutlery against plates. You then focused on your smell, instantly smelling the meal that Juli had made; avocados, rice and a smell of arepas in the distance. You took a deep breath, calming down from the panic attack that you knew was oncoming previously.
Dolores placed her hand on top of yours and gave it a tight squeeze. You sent her an appreciative smile before filling your plate, trying to drown out Abuela’s thoughts. ‘Can’t she just leave mi hija alone!’ You heard your father again, a soft smile graced your features as you began eating.
You were about to retreat back to your room once dinner was over but you were stopped by the twins, “(Name), come and hang outside with us! It’s better than staying in your bedroom all the time!” Camilo grinned at you as Mirabel quickly stood beside you, linking her arm with yours.
“I… I don’t know.” You began.
“Come on, prima. Chico de oro is right, you can’t stay cooped up in your bedroom all the time.” Carlos told you.
You stared between the three of them, a soft sigh left your lips as you nodded in defeat; seeing the pleading eyes of the younger teens. “Fine!” You groaned, letting your cousins drag you out of the house.
They dragged you to the town centre where you noticed a hopscotch path on the floor, you frowned before turning to your cousins, “You brought me out here to play hopscotch?” You laughed, cocking a brow.
“No, we brought you out here to get you away from that puta-” Carlos began.
“Carlos!” Camilo warned, glaring at him.
Carlos held his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, I mean Abuela.” He cocked a brow.
“You know how Carlos feels about Abuela, I mean he did try to blow the candle out for not giving me a gift.” Mirabel chuckled.
You nodded, “I know. Abuela was so angry that Dolores had to cover her ears when she was yelling at him.” You laughed.
Carlos laughed along with you, nodding his head. “You know, (name). That’s the first time we’ve seen you happy in a while.” Camilo told you as the three of you started playing the hopscotch that the kids had drawn.
You stopped when you heard Abuela’s thoughts again, ‘she’s so useless. Why can’t she control herself!’ You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, almost falling over as you took another hop.
The younger teens quickly caught you, stopping your from colliding with the pavement. “Are you okay, prima?!” Mirabel asked worriedly.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” You nodded, sighing slightly as you smiled at your cousins reassuringly.
“It’s Abuela again, isn’t it?” Carlos asked.
You shrugged, “It’s nothing.” You told him, heading back to the start of the hopscotch path, continuing the game you were playing.
You would never be good enough for her. Ever. You just knew it.
Your sixteenth birthday would be coming around soon and not one single person was excited about it, not one single person had mentioned it.
It was just days away and nobody seemed bothered by it.
You were sitting in your bedroom once again, head resting against the palm of your hand as you stared down at the sketchbook and noticed that you weren’t drawing on your paper. No, you were drawing on a photograph of the family. You laughed when you noticed, that’s what you did, you laughed. It was the happiest laugh you’d done in a long while, you’d inadvertently drawn a moustache and glasses on the photograph, on Abuela’s face to be precise. You placed your hand over your mouth, letting the giggle die down as you tried your best not to disturb anybody. Your door opened and someone peeked their head around the side, “What’s got you giggling so much?” Dolores asked.
“Oh, nothing. I… I kinda drew a moustache on Abuela.” You laughed, lifting up the photograph to show her.
Dolores’ hands rose to cover her mouth and hide the giggle that came from her lips.
Once she’d calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak again, “Mami asked me to come and get you, anyway.” She grinned at you, holding her hand out. You grabbed her hand, letting her drag you downstairs and into the living room. All of the furniture had been pushed aside and a huge party was taking place, the whole town was there.
“What’s all this?” You asked, your eyes staring around in wonder.
Julieta was by your side in an instant, “It’s your party, of course!” She let you know.
“M-my party?” You stuttered.
“You didn’t think we’d forgotten, did you?” Pepa appeared at your other side, linking her arms with yours.
“N-no. I… I just figured that I wasn’t important enough…” You mumbled.
Your aunts eyes both widened, glancing down at you, “Cariño, you are just as important as any of the other kids.” Julieta let you know.
You smiled, hugging your aunts close as a few tears slipped down your cheeks.
The music played and the party was in full swing as they led you over to the dance floor. The pair of them danced with you as you heard your father yet again, ‘Happy birthday, mija.’ you heard him say.
You smiled as you danced with your aunts, glancing around the room and quickly noticing that you couldn’t see Abuela anywhere. Of course she wouldn’t be here. It was all too good to be true.
You soon separated from your tias and headed towards the punch bowl, grabbing a cup of the fruit punch and drinking it down. “Happy birthday, cariño.” Somebody said from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to see Abuela, you turned to face her and smiled her way, “Thanks Abuela.” You nodded, placing the plastic cup on the counter and crossing your arms over your chest slightly. “Did, um, did you plan all of this?” You asked, glancing around the room.
Abuela froze slightly, “U-uhm, no. Not exactly. Carlos suggested it and he and your other cousins helped to plan it.” She let you know.
You nodded, raising your brows slightly, that figures. “That was nice of them.” You grinned.
“Yeah, it was.” She glanced down at the floor.
‘Which got me thinking, what’s so special about you? You’re just a problem child.’ You heard. You were staring at her the whole time, her mouth didn’t move, it was a thought.
“You never hide it, do you?” You snapped, causing her to lift her head.
“What do you mean, cariño?” She asked, confusion taking over her features.
‘Oh, god, here we go again. Here comes the next breakdown.’ You heard her thoughts again.
A few stray tears fell freely down your face as you pushed past the elder and ran. You finally ran. You ran out of casita, you ran away from the party. You didn’t even know where you were going, you just wanted to get far enough away so that you wouldn’t hear her thoughts anymore.
Dolores placed her head in her hands and sighed, her prima and younger brothers all stared at her, “Dolores, what’s wrong?” Carlos asked.
“I don’t know exactly but I’m guessing it was Abuela’s bad thoughts again. (Name) snapped at her and then ran away crying.” She whispered.
“She’s still have bad thoughts about (name) even though it’s her birthday?” Mirabel asked, sighing deeply.
“Woah! Carlos wait!” Camilo suddenly called out, getting the attention of the two girls.
The three of them sprinted after an angry Carlos, knowing just what he was capable of when someone messed with a family member he was close to.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, ALMA!” Carlos snapped, stopping in front of the elder.
“Watch your tone, Carlos.” Alma said, authoritatively.
“(NAME) HAS RAN AWAY BECAUSE OF YOU! IS THIS WHAT YOU DO NOW, ALMA?! FIRST YOU PUSH TIO BRUNO SO FAR AWAY THAT HE LEFT AND NOW YOU’RE FUCKING PUSHING (NAME) AWAY WITH YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING THOUGHTS ABOUT HER!” He snapped at her.
“Carlos, watch your tone with your Abuela.” Pepa said from behind the children.
Carlos shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to see his mamá and papá along with his tia and tio, “She made (name) run away, on her damn birthday as well!” Carlos snapped, he was pissed off.
Félix quickly took note of his sons clenched fists before leaning forward, placing his hand on the teenagers shoulder, “Then let’s go and find her, mijo.” He said, gesturing for his son to follow him out of casita.
Carlos gave Alma a dirty look before following his father out of the house, “She could be anywhere, papá. You know she’s always been good at track in school.” He sighed.
“Hey, I know she and Mirabel are your favourite primas but you can’t attack your Abuela like that, Carlos.” His father told him.
“If only you all knew the truth.” Carlos muttered quietly, luckily his father hadn’t heard him.
Carlos shoved his hands in his pockets as he and his father began the search for you, calling out your name as they searched.
Every time they got closer to finding you, you would continue running. You soon found yourself in a clearing deep within the forest, quickly climbing a tree and sitting on an extremely thick branch.
You rested your head against the trunk of the tree as your legs dangled over either side of the branch and you tilted your head back slightly, staring up at the sky and letting your tears fall freely.
You had to leave. You had to stay away. You didn’t belong there. Not anymore.
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~ Hai! So, here’s part two! In the next part I think will be leading up to the fall of casita, I think I’ll definitely be ending this at part four though, with the reunion and Abuela finally apologising for being a biiiii- Lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years
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mirabel x fem reader futbol fic where they play and like reader does so good and mirabel praises her and and add camila being an absolute loser at it
then reader accidentally throw the ball at mirabel and she falls and then reader takes her to the nursery and takes care of her
You only live once
Mirabel x fem reader
genre: fluff
i’m doing so many mirabel fics lately and i’m so happy abt it she needs more content💪 also camilo is trans in this fic so he’ll be a she here lol also i swear i’ll be writing more guys!!! the next fic that comes out will be for julieta so stay tuned, it’s coming i promise!
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“Y/N” Mirabel says as she points at you and you walk over to her side. You were the first person she picked and you couldn’t be more excited. She chose you to be on her team for a game of futbol that included you and the Madrigals. Mirabel was one of the team captains and Isabela was the other. Your team currently consisted of Mirabel, you, Antonio, and Bruno against Isabela, Camila, Pepa (yes she still got it), and Felix. Julieta and Luisa weren’t present because they were busy in town, Dolores was the score keeper, Agustin was the referee and Abuela was the spectator/water provider.
When Mirabel picks Bruno as her last teammate, she bumps your hip and smiles at you. She then wraps her arm around your neck and pulls you close.
“You ready?” she asks.
You nod “Hell yeah. Let’s do this.”
You two touch foreheads and you look at her, that smile totally unwavering under the shining sun. You felt the warmness of your girlfriend’s head on yours, her curly hair slightly covering her eyes.
“Alright lovebirds, you ready?” you hear Pepa say as she stood there with her arms crossed, smiling slyly.
You felt your face heat up even more as you and Mirabel pulled away from each other, cheeks tinted red from a combination of the sun and Pepa’s comment.
“Ya mami callate!!” Camila says jokingly as Pepa stretched out her arm and hit Camila in the back of the head with her hand.
“Ay ay ow mama! I’m sorry!” the girl says as she holds the back of her head in pain as she hunches over.
“Never talk to your mother like that again!” Pepa says as she crosses her arms and turns away pouting “hmph!”
Everyone tried to stifle their laugh at the sight of Pepa hitting Camila the way she did, it was so funny.
“Team huddle!” Mirabel declared as she turned around, grabbing the shoulders of her teammates as they all huddled together.
“Okay so Bruno, you play as the goalie. Antonio, you can play at the front with Y/N. And I’ll stay back here playing defense and helping Bruno out. Think of me as his right hand man.”
Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement.
“Any questions?” Mirabel asked.
“Wait… do I have to dive for the ball?” Bruno asked.
“Do I have to play the whole game?” Antonio joins in.
“Am I gonna be able to just yolo it?” you say.
Mirabel’s previously hyper and excited look turned into one of confusion as she looks at you.
“No Bruno, you don’t have to dive for the ball” she tells the man as she points at him while giving him a determined look.
She then kneels down to Antonio’s level and her expression softened.
“No Antonio, you don’t have to play the whole time. Just take a few breaks” she told the boy as she patted the top of his head softly.
Finally turning to you, that confused look that she previously had returned but she cocked her eyebrow this time. Her mouth hung open slightly and her upper lip was raised, showing her teeth a little.
“Y/N what’s a… yolo?”
You could only roll your eyes adoringly and burst out laughing. Seeing her so confused like that made you laugh because the face she made was so confused and… cute!
After you finally recovered, everyone on your team started smiling at the sight of you laughing and you began to explain.
“Well yolo is an acronym. It stands for you only live once. It basically means to just do whatever you think in the moment with no set plan” you say.
Mirabel’s expression changed from one of confusion to one of determination.
“Now you’re talking” she smiled “Let’s win this.”
As if on cue, your team separated from their circle and Agustin blew his whistle to start the game. Everyone quickly went to their positions and you looked to Antonio and he seemed ready enough, his hand balled up in fists and he stood in a fighting stance. You then looked behind you and Mirabel made eye contact with you, mouthing a ‘let’s yolo this’ as she winked at you and smiled.
“Remember everyone, we’re playing two 10 minute halves, much shorter than the average game but it’ll still be fun. I promise” the man said as he smiled.
“Ready everyone?” he asked, checking on everyone one last time before the game began.
The sun was so hot on your skin, you felt it warming up as soon as Agustin blew the whistle. It was so bright outside you had to squint and the only thing you could see clearly was the ball through the heat waves. The state of the weather must mean Pepa was extra excited to play futbol today.
Isabela started with kickoff and she immediately passed it to Camila. Camila then started running up the field, zooming past everyone and it was only her and Bruno left for a one on one. She then swiftly kicked the ball in the goal, only to be stopped by Bruno’s foot. The girl’s face of cockiness changed to one of fear and shock as the ball went from Bruno’s foot to Camila’s face.
The poor girl then took a fall and rolled over on the ground in pain. Mirabel ran over to her cousin and Pepa came over as well, so worried for Camila and hoped she was okay.
“Camila, are you okay?!” Mirabel asked worriedly as she held her hand out for her cousin to grab.
“Yes yes I’m fine… I think” the hurt girl said as she rubbed her nose and her cheeks tinted a light pink in embarrassment.
“Mi bebe!! Are you okay?!?!?!” Pepa came over running, kneeling down to her daughters level. A cloud formed above the woman’s head and she cupped her cheek gently. Camila let out a small ‘ay’ before she smiled at her mother.
“Thank you mami. I’m okay.”
She smiled and got up, dusting off her dirty knees.
“Let’s continue ref!” Camila said, waving her hand in a swirling motion. God, she was so embarrassing sometimes.
Agustin simply nodded and blew his whistle “Let’s continue everyone, to your positions!”
You went back to your position and it was your team’s ball. You stayed back, on Bruno’s right side and he gently kicked the ball towards you. You then started slowly going up the field. Camila then started running down to attack, despite Isabela’s pleads to stay in her position.
“You’re not getting past me! Don’t even try!” Camila yelled, rushing up to you as you smirked and passed it to Mirabel.
Thank god your girlfriend was paying attention to your every move, being prepared when the ball made contact with her left foot. Camila ran past you, not realizing what had happened as you ran up the field and Mirabel fumbled to keep up with you.
“Here, here! Pass!” you yelled, now at the other team’s side of the field. You raised your hand, sweat dripping down your arm as you panted for air. You were in shape but you had to act fast before Camila caught up to you. Isabela ran up to Mirabel in efforts to steal the ball from her. Thankfully, the girl listened to you and passed you the ball. After it made contact with your feet, you turned and sprinted as fast as you could. All you had left was Pepa and Felix. It should be easy enough.
Finally making it to the deep side of the opposing team, you dribbled past Pepa despite her efforts to push you with her body. The woman was lanky and skinny but god was she strong. You could’ve sworn you felt the heat of the sun on you when her skin made contact with yours, it was burning. After dribbling past her, you came close to the goal, you swiftly kicked it into the left corner and Felix literally fell into a split as he tried to block it.
The second the ball make contact with the net you felt your heart skip. You hadn’t even realized it, but Mirabel ran down the field with you the whole way. As soon as you turned around, you saw her running up to you, that big beautiful smile on her face.
“GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!” the girl exclaimed before she ran up and hugged you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close, squeezing you tightly. Her warm hands held you close to her and you felt your heart beating in your ears. Smiling into the hug, you hugged her back and your soft hands made contact with her bare skin. It was so smooth and a good kind of warm. She was wearing a tank top and her skin was practically glowing in the sun.
Sadly, Mirabel pulled away much sooner that you would’ve liked. Looks like you were going to have to make a few more goals for her then. And you would stop at nothing.
“Wow Y/N! You did so good out there! I’m so proud of you” the girl told you as she took your hand and brought it to her chest.
“We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
You felt your heart melt and your knees almost buckle at her statement. You really didn’t deserve her and you thanked whatever god that was out there for her.
All you could do was shake your head and look down at the ground, a huge smile plastered on your face. You tried to act modest.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my golden girl either, you know” you responded.
Mirabel smiled in reaction to your statement and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Oh come on, you know that was all you” the girl said. She would’ve said more but knew better because she would become a stuttering mess if she said anything after that. You pretended not to notice that her cheeks were tinted a rosy pink and that she was still holding on to your hand.
Turning around, Mirabel took you with her, forgetting that she was still holding onto you. She covered her mouth with her other hand and looked down at the ground, her face becoming even more red. She muttered something to herself but you struggled to hear because you thought she was talking to you.
“What was that?” you asked.
“W-what?” the girl looked down, realizing she was still gripping your hand. Your fingers were intertwined with hers and she could’ve sworn that’s not how she held your hand in the first place.
“O-oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I-” Mirabel tried pulling her hand out of your grip but you shook your head.
“It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I want to hold your hand.”
If it was possible, she literally would’ve ascended into the sky in that very moment. Her flustered expression remained as you led her to the other side of the field. She trailed behind you, her eyes glued to the ground and her other hand covering her mouth in shock. She kept asking herself why she kept freaking out, you guys were dating for Christ’s sake!
The first five minutes of the game had commenced, there was only five more left until the break. This was going to be a lot of pressure. Not because you weren’t confident, but because you wanted to impress your girlfriend and her family of course.
When Agustin blew the whistle to commence kickoff, you were so determined to make another goal for your girl. Anything for her honestly. The other team started, with Camila passing the ball to Isabela. Mirabel went to guard Camila while you tried to take the ball from Isa. Isabela got the ball and sprinted, and you chased after her. And god, was she fast. She was also a really aggressive player as well and she kept using her elbows to poke your ribs whenever you got too close. She plays dirty, but you refuse to. You were gonna win your glory the right way. While you were defending Isa, Camila ran along with her, giving her cousin an option to pass the ball to. Mirabel tried to keep up, but Camila was just too fast. So while you defended Isa, Camila ran alongside you two, leaving you in the middle and Mirabel trailing behind. 
By this point, you guys were on your side of the field and Isabela passed it to Camila, the ball passing right in front of your feet. You tried reaching out for it, but ultimately failed, falling in the process. Camila then took the ball close to the goal as Bruno lunged forward and barely missed it. Camila kicked it past Bruno as he ran forward, the ball making contact with the net.
“Let’s go! Goalassoooooooooo!” Camila yelled as she punched the air and smiled brightly.
“Aye! Nice job Camila!” Isabela said as she high fived her cousin and ran up the field with her back to their side. 
You sat on the ground, sighing in defeat. Your legs burned from the heat radiating from the ground under you as well as the hot sun above. Sweat dripped down your face and the drops landed on your hand. Your body was too tired to move and it was only the first half. You just wanted to do good. To make no mistakes. So you didn’t look dumb in front of her. A person then appeared behind you. Their shadow casted over your breathless and tired figure. Turning around, you looked up and noticed that it was Mirabel.
“Hey... you okay?” the girl asked you, almost whispering. She held a warm smile and put her hand out. How could you not smile back at her?
You allowed yourself to smile for a moment, scanning the girl’s figure when you frowned. Her knees were scraped and bloody. She caught your expression and reassured you that she was okay.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay see?” Mirabel says as she runs in place to show you that she was okay “My legs still work!”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. For a moment it felt as if you had forgotten all the pressure and exhaustion you were feeling. 
Suddenly you heard the blow of a whistle “Halftime! Five minute break everyone!” Agustin yelled as everyone got off the small field you played on and walked over to the patio where Abuela waited with water. 
“Come on” Mirabel stated as she held her hand out to you and she pointed her head towards the drinks “Let’s go take a little break.”
You accepted and slipped your hand into hers as she pulled you up. The two of you walked over to Abuela and Mirabel still held your hand and squeezed your arm, her cheek being squished by your arm because of how tight she was holding you. You didn’t mind though, she was so adorable. You then helped Mirabel wash off her cuts, applying hydrogen peroxide to them and wrapping them.
“Ouuuuuuuuuuch!” the poor girl couldn’t contain her desperate cries for help as the liquid made contact with her open wound.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you said, kneeling in front of her, gently cleaning the cuts with a paper towel. You then got a wrap and wrapped it around her knees, securing them with athletic tape.
Backing away, you stood up and nodded so Mirabel could stand up. 
“How’s it feel?” you ask.
“Better than ever. Thank you” Mirabel responded.
You blushed and looked down at the ground like an idiot as you twiddled your thumbs. Your lovey dovey expression was cut off by the feeling of a light hand on the top of your head. Your eyes widened and all you could do was keep your eyes glued to the ground. A shocked look was plastered on your face until you mustered enough courage to look up and meet Mirabel’s warm eyes.
They were so beautiful and looking into them made your heart race. All she did to return your flustered expression was smile and look at you like you were her entire world. Her eyes gleamed with love and adoration. How did a girl like her make you want to melt with simple headpats? You two stared into each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer and closer together, forgetting that the entire Madrigal family surrounded you two.
The tension that surrounded you two quickly disappeared when Agustin blew his whistle.
“Alright everyone, time for the second half!”
Everyone that was sitting on the benches quickly got up and made their way to the field, leaving you and Mirabel behind.
You then smiled warmly at her before pointing your head towards the field, urging her to follow.
“Come on” you said “Let’s win this.”
“By yoloing it?” Mirabel asked.
You responded by nodding and taking her hand “By yoloing it.”
When you two got on the field, only Bruno was there and Antonio was missing. He told you that his sobrino was too tired to keep playing so he sat on the sidelines, wanting to just watch the rest of the match. Pepa preferred the same, showing this by sitting with her son as she conversed with her mother, Alma. You and Mirabel just shrugged this off because the teams were going to be equal anyways. You insisted that Mirabel come up and play with you more because Antonio’s spot was free. You didn’t really need him anyway, you just wanted an excuse to play with Mirabel more. So without further questions, she agreed and moved to Antonio’s place.
The score was now 1-1 and you wanted to break that tie more than anything. With Mirabel watching front and center. Before Agustin blew the whistle, you gave her one last thumbs up and she nodded her head in determination, showing that she was going to try her best to help you. Kickoff was going to start with your team, since the goal was made on your team last.
After spending the first 8 minutes struggling to get the ball past the other team, the score was still tied but time was becoming an issue. Isabela and Camila were practically pushing you and Mirabel further and further back until they would eventually break through your defense. The pressure was on, and the temperature outside wasn’t helping. You and Mirabel panted for who knows how long, your lungs burning from the hot air that flowed through them. Your heart felt like it was beating at a million miles a minute and that you would collapse at any second. Mirabel didn’t look any better either, but you two were having so much fun. Your laughs filled the field and you both enjoyed yourselves a lot and how you both were playing. You guys worked so well together and it made you so happy. Camila and Isabela were having fun as well, but they didn’t look as tired as you and Mirabel did.
Finally, there was only about 1 minute left remaining, Agustin verifying it himself by putting his hand up and tapping his watch. This was the last play, and you were going to have to make it count. Thankfully, you were able to bring the ball up to their side of the field and Camila kicked it out in efforts to steal it from you so it was your ball. She really didn’t wanna lose and looked at you like she was going to kill you if you won. Same thing with Isabela. These two were very competitive and weren’t playing around when it came to winning.
You picked up the ball and walked over to the white line that divided the field from where it was considered ‘in’ and ‘out’. You held it behind your head, trying to figure out a way to give it to Mirabel. Your hands shook as you held the ball behind your head and a wave of fear washed over you. There was no way you could lose, especially in front of your girlfriend. It was just too embarrassing. So when Mirabel juked Isabela and came running towards you, asking for the ball, you threw it to her in an overhead motion so she could get it and pass it to you. Except you missed. Badly.
You may have thrown the ball a little too hard and you winced when it hit Mirabel in the stomach and she hunched over. That wasn’t considered a foul and the game still continued. Camila didn’t hesitate and attacked Mirabel so she could take the ball from her. You ran towards Mirabel and snatched the ball before Camila could. You yelled out a guilt filled but quick ‘sorry’ before you took the ball and bolted. Your girlfriend trailed behind you, clutching her stomach because she was barely able to hold it together. You didn’t notice, but as Mirabel chased after you in her efforts to help, she rolled her ankle and fell, a crack echoing from her leg as she fell to the ground.
Camila stopped for a moment, trying to decide if she should run after you or help her cousin. She spent a good 10 seconds contemplating what she should do and that gave you just enough time. Now there was only Isabela chasing after you, and you hadn’t realized why Camila stopped, Isabela pressuring you too much to spare a second to take a look back. As you neared the goal, you felt the taste of sweet victory approaching as you picked up your speed a bit more. Time seemed to slow down when you kicked the ball between Felix’s legs and it rolled past him without being blocked. Total satisfaction spread through your body when the whistle blew and the ball made contact with the net simultaneously.
You turned around, about to celebrate when you looked at Isabela, who stopped running and was hunched over, panting for her life. You then saw Camila, who was just standing in the middle of the field, as if she was trying to decide something. You then noticed that she was looking at something, or more like someone. Your heart sank a little when you realized Mirabel didn’t see your winning goal and then you became worried when you realized she held her ankle, rocking back and forth in pain.
Running over to her, you dropped to your knees and put your hands out cautiously, trying to decide what part of her to touch that wouldn’t hurt her. You then placed a hand on her shoulder and used the other to gently tilt her face towards you.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
Those big brown eyes that stared back at you in total fear and pain showed that she was indeed not alright. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth was slightly agape. That worried look she gave you broke your heart and you wanted nothing more than to see her smile again.
The girl finally shook her head no in response to your question and she winced when she removed her hand from her ankle. There she showed her inflamed ankle, now red but you knew it was going to turn purple from bruising. This was definitely a sprain for sure.
“Can you move at all?” you asked softly.
The poor girl hesitantly shook her head again as she looked at you. You noticed her eyes became watery and tears threatened to fall. Her lip quivered and her mouth formed into a steady frown. Was she really in this much pain?
“Looks like she’s going to need Julieta. I’ll tell her about this when she gets home” Agustin spoke softly as he kneeled down to his daughter’s level “Don’t worry Miraboo, you’ll be okay. Is there any snacks or drink I can get for you?”
“Yeah… is there anything I can help you with too? I don’t like seeing you like this” Isabela joined in.
“Me too…” Camila agreed “I can go get some arepas from your mom in town if you want…” she said as she looked at her cousin with a worried expression.
“Thanks guys…” Mirabel spoke, looking up at everyone “I just wanna go inside and relax for a while. I have a few medical supplies in the nursery that can help patch me up.”
The girl looked at her hurt ankle once more before looking at you.
“A little help?”
You nodded “O-of course. I’ll take you upstairs.”
You then scooped up Mirabel, sliding your hands under her knees and holding her torso. It was like those princes in the fairytales picked up their princess. Everyone departed and went inside to do their own thing after you walked away. As you went up the stairs, Mirabel wrapped her arms around your neck softly as she brought her head close to your chest, using your heartbeat to relax her. The feeling of having your bodies this close together made you think things that you shouldn’t. Your girlfriend was going through pain and all you could do was think naughty things! You shook your head and tried to get the thoughts out before you got too ahead of yourself.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, you looked down at Mirabel and she now held a calm expression. Her eyes fluttered as they stayed closed and her arms felt so heavy on your neck. Her hair tickled your neck and a strand of her tied up locks fell over her eyes. Her chubby cheeks were tinted pink from the hot sun and her adorable feet pointed inward, like a duck, as you carried her.
When you reached the nursery, the door was already slightly open so you just pushed it more open with your foot. You then walked over to Mirabel’s bed and gently placed her on it, sitting up. She winced as you sat her down and her body was very tense. You took off her shoes and socks and she kept wincing in pain. You continued repeating soft phrases like “It’s okay” and “I’m sorry” until you took both of her shoes off. Then, you got one of her pillows and propped her hurt foot on it.
After that, you got a small towel and wet it with cold water, gently wrapping it around Mirabel’s ankle. You knew it was working its magic when you saw her relax a bit and her stressed expression change.
You noticed that she was still very sweaty, so you got another wet towel and placed it on her forehead. If you had any doubts about her being relaxed before that, they were definitely gone now. She felt so much better now and it was visibly apparent, the girl smiled as her eyes remained closed and she just basked in your company. After a few minutes, you wrapped her ankle in a bandage that helped keep her foot straight.
You then sat on her bedside and watched her with a soft smile. The girl sat there, her head resting on the headboard of her bed and you watched her long eyelashes flutter from every gust of wind that came in through the window. You watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took, each one taking her closer and closer to her slumber. Her tied up hair was now falling apart as several of her curls stuck out and fell over her face. Her tiny hands jerked every few minutes whenever she became too still. This sight of her was unlike anything you had ever seen before. She was so calm and quiet, a combination of qualities you thought you would never see from your girlfriend. The evening sun shone through the window of the nursery and casted on the wooden floor. The particles of dust in the room were seen because of this, and you found yourself gazing off into the distance, the thoughts of today’s events recurring in your head. You looked over at her bedside table, those iconic green glasses catching your eye and you reminisced every memory you had of them and you couldn’t help but blush a little. The comforting silence that surrounded you both was then suddenly cut off by Mirabel.
“Come here” she whispered, tapping the empty spot next to her “Come sit with me.”
Your eyes trailed to where her tiny hand was tapping and you reluctantly agreed. Sitting next to her, she leaned her head on your shoulder, intertwining her hand with yours. Her soft hands were so plump and warm compared to you. You had already cooled off and thought she found comfort in your lack of warmth.
“Thank you for today” she said.
You cocked an eyebrow “Thank you for what?” you responded.
“For getting us that victory and taking care of me. Also carrying me up those stairs, sorry about that.”
“Sorry? Why should you be sorry? I’m sorry for throwing the ball at your stomach in the first place.”
“Don’t be. That was an accident. I had fun playing with you anyways” she tiredly spoke.
You smiled “You really had fun playing with me?”
“Of course I did” she responded. She opened her eyes and returned the look you gave her “You did so good today and I’m so happy we won.”
“I’m happy we won too” you said, cupping her cheek with your hand “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”
You watched her tired expression change to a flustered one. Her face started to turn red and her eyes widened as she looked up at you. Her face began inching closer to you, those lips of hers begging you to just kiss her already. You were alone together, so you just decided to sieze your moment. Caressing her cheek as you brought her close, your noses briefly touched for a moment. You raised her head a bit and kissed the tip of her nose, earning an adorable smile from the girl.
“I love you” Mirabel says.
You smile in response “I love you more.”
“Well I love you even more than that” she responds.
“Oh really?” you say.
“Yes.”
“There’s only one way to find out if that’s true” you say before finally bringing her in close and kissing her lips softly.
The kiss was gentle but long, your lips felt tingly and cold when you pulled away. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from her and end it like that, so you just kept pecking her lips over and over again until you felt satisfied, which was most likely going to be never. Mirabel smiled into the kiss, laughing at your endless desire for kisses from her.
“God you’re so… you” she said.
“And what does that mean?” you ask, playfully.
She smiles, wrapping her arms around one of yours as she squeezes it and leans on your shoulder.
“It just means that I-”
“Should seriously lock your door next time?” Mirabel was cut off by a familiar voice.
The two of you stop and look over to the doorway where Camila was standing. She held a disgusted expression as she looked around nervously.
“Seriously you guys, that’s gross! People don’t need to be walking in on this!” Camila shamelessly added.
Mirabel was so embarrassed and all she could muster out was a simple ‘sorry’.
“Why are you even here Camila?” you ask, trying not to lose your patience.
“Well Y/N” Camila stated, highlighting your name when she spoke “I got some arepas from Tia Julieta in town so Mirabel doesn’t have to keep suffering like this.”
“Hey!” Mirabel cut in “I’m not suffering!”
“Your almost crying earlier definitely says otherwise. I guess you can stay here and have fun, doing whatever… this is.”
The girl then throws over the arepas wrapped in tinfoil over to you, and you catch it with one hand.
“Have fun in here losers, come down for dinner in an hour” Camila says as she shuts the door behind her but then opens it again a moment later.
“Don’t think I forgot about today. Just because you beat me in futbol once doesn’t make you better. Next time… you’re going down” Camila concludes as she squints and closes the door slowly.
“God” you said “Your cousin really is brutal!”
“Yeah…” Mirabel admits “She can get like that sometimes, she’s still nice though I swear.”
“Well yeah, maybe to her friends” you scoff as you open the arepas wrapped in tinfoil. You then notice how there’s two arepas here instead of one.
“Why are there two arepas if you’re the only one that’s hurt?” you ask.
“See?!” Mirabel says “I told you Camila was nice!” you hand her an arepa as she munches on it immediately and the swelling in her ankle and the cuts on her knees go away.
“Oh gosh, so much better…” your girlfriend says, rolling her ankle much more comfortably.
You then look down at the remaining arepa on your lap and contemplate on eating it. After all, you did get a few scratches and bruises from that game. Camila and Isabela were really aggressive players.
“Help yourself” Mirabel insisted.
And with that, you took a bite of the arepa and you felt the flavors melt onto your tongue and it was delicious. All of your bruises and cuts went away immediately.
You and Mirabel stayed there, with her head resting on your shoulder and she practically hugged your arm. You two talked about random things and maybe even shared a few kisses after that.
Some time later, Camila came rushing back to the nursery, barging in, totally out of breath.
“Hey! Um.. Is… there… any way that… you guys… ate the arepas… already…” Camila panted.
“Yeah we did, sorry” Mirabel apologized “Why?”
“Because one of them was for me! Damn it man!” Camila says, turning around as she exists the room and mutters to herself “This is what happens when I try to get some extra arepas for myself…”
You two laughed at Camila’s struggle and smiled at each other, sharing one last kiss as the sun finally descended past the clouds and into the night. You two found comfort in each other’s presence and eventually fell asleep together, Mirabel’s legs tangling with yours as she let out tiny snores. You rested your head on top of Mirabel’s, your hands laced together and holding on to each other tightly. Julieta couldn’t help but treasure the sight of the both of you sleeping together when she came to call you guys down for dinner.
“You only live once, and I’m glad their choosing to live their one and only life together” the woman says aloud, leaving a kiss on both of your foreheads, and softly shutting the door behind her as she leaves the two of you to cuddle together until morning.
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iheartsapphics · 2 years
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Mi Anhelo Por Ti (2)
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julieta madrigal x fem!reader
tw: topics and scenes of abuse
“y/n! get back here!”
you bolted out of your home- at least what used to be your home. it was the house you grew up in with your parents. being able to call it home made you feel so safe, but santiago had to ruin that.
santiago hernandez. who you used to call the love of your life turned into your worst nightmare. the honeymoon phase had been the best, but you hung onto it too much. the places he used to kiss you would be covered in bruises and scratches. his loving touch turned dirty and you couldn’t take it any longer.
why were you back running from him? you were sure you had reached a different town and got taken care of by the so called madrigals.
“wake up,” you told yourself.
“wake up!”
“y/n, hon, wake up.”
a sudden grab of your shoulder was enough to make your surroundings morph back to the room you were left in. you jumped and sat up quickly, julieta stepping back carefully. you looked around and let out a sigh of relief.
“oh, y/n, i apologize for scaring you. i just came to wake you up to let you know breakfast will be ready soon.”
a warm smile formed on your face as you responded.
“it’s fine, just a startling dream was all.”
“may i ask what it was?”
you went quiet. you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable or share what had happened anyway. julieta was still a complete stranger, though you felt safe with her. how strange.
julieta grabbed the side of her dress as she felt the awkward tension rise. she didn’t mean to go too far. she came closer to you and placed a pair of clothes down on the bed. she didn’t want you to keep wearing the same ones you have been for the past few days.
“there’s a hot shower running the next room over. you can come down whenever.”
“gracias senora.”
she smiled and turned to exit the room. you noticed a few burn marks on her arm, must’ve been from cooking.
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the outfit julieta had given you was comfortable and fit pretty well. you were confused by the large house as you saw windows and floor tiles moving, but amazed at the same time. the front doors were open and you peeked outside to see a few others gathering food and sitting down.
everything seemed so in order, of course you felt out of place. these strangers took you in but why? you weren’t used to such kindness. eventually you figured out what foods were which and made your plate. julieta waved at you from the table and you went to sit next to her.
the table was filled with the rest of the madrigals. you only felt somewhat comfortable with julieta and isabela as they were the only ones introduced to you.
“julieta, where’s agustin?”
the older looking woman that sat at the end of the table asked. you looked at julieta and noticed her tense up a bit.
“oh, he left for work early. i already packed him some food last night.”
she smiled and continued eating her food. you began to eat as you let out a sigh. you hadn’t tasted food this good in forever, it was nice. you felt eyes on you and you knew it was the other people at the table.
from the time you sat there, you picked up on their names and magic they had. it was interesting and something new to you. camilo and isabela’s interactions were hilarious, and you absolutely loved little antonio. felix and pepa just seemed to be in their own world together. they spoke of bruno and claimed he had gone out to run a few errands. you then noticed luisa and dolores helping mirabel eat. you wondered what was wrong with the younger girl, but felt it wasn’t your place to ask.
you finished up your food as you saw the others leaving to attend their duties. julieta quickly sighed and began picking up the dishes. she looked very tired as you noticed the dark circles surrounding her eyes. you didn’t know what to do, and the least you could do is help her out.
you began picking up the empty plates as the other quickly noticed.
“y/n, it’s fine. i can do them on my own.”
that same warm smile she had last night appeared on her face. you found it cute but quickly shook your head “no” in response.
“i want to help, i’ve got nothing to do anyway.”
the older woman’s heartbeat slightly quickened. julieta could tell you were a stubborn one and knew there was no point in arguing with you. you gathered up the rest of the plates and followed her to the kitchen.
there was a comfortable silence between the both of you. the sink surprisingly wasn’t too big so you had to stand close together to wash the dishes. your shoulders touched and the warmth of your skin contacting with julieta’s made her shiver.
“your family is very interesting.”
you were the one to break the silence. julieta looked up at you for a couple seconds before setting her focus back to the plates.
“ha, yeah. my two other daughters were luisa and.. mirabel. i love them with all my heart.”
“your mother mentioned a man agustin. is he your husband?”
the shorter woman stopped scrubbing the plate then resumed quickly. her tone of voice had changed and she didn’t look up at you after that.
“y-yes.. he is. we’ve been married since our late twenties. he’s changed since the fall of casita, though.”
as you were about to ask another question, the older woman from earlier came into the kitchen. you both turned around and julieta quickly changed her expression. you waved and said a quiet “hola,” waiting to see her speak.
“hola, mama. me and y/n were just doing the dishes.”
“ah, y/n. call me alma. i’ve come to tell you that a few of the workers in town will be building you a house for you to live in. you’re very much welcomed and can stay in casita until the house is finished.”
you formed a smile and quickly wiped your hands to be able to take alma’s in yours.
“thank you so much, alma. i deeply appreciate it.”
alma smiled back and nodded. she was happy to be of help to you as she could tell you were a great person. she then left the kitchen and you went back to the sink only to see julieta finished the dishes.
“y/n.. if you’d like you could come into town with me to help out the citizens since you have nothing to do. i also prefer not to leave you alone here.”
“of course! i’d love to.”
you gently squeezed her shoulder and left to go gather your things. julieta stood there beginning to gather up the food she had cooked earlier.
she was confused with herself. you were still a stranger she just met last night. what was this sudden attraction to you? it was wrong. she loved agustin with everything she had, unless she’d been forcing herself to think that. you’ve shown her nothing but kindness. julieta stuck with thinking it was just the excitement of a new friend. she quickly ignored the thought as you came back down with your bag in hand.
there was just no way she could love anyone in that way except for agustin… could there?
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tjthekpoplover · 1 year
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Masterlist Pt 1
Masterlist Pt2
Masterlist Pt3
Request
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Julieta Madrigal
Nothing Yet
Pepa Madrigal
Nothing Yet
Isabela Madrigal
Nothing Yet
Luisa Madrigal
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Nancy Downs
Nothing Yet
Bonnie
Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader
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Cheryl Blossom
Nothing Yet
Veronica Lodge
Cuddles
Betty Cooper
Nothing Yet
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Robin Buckley
Nothing Yet
Eleven
Nothing Yet
Mad Max
Nothing Yet
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Allison Reynolds
Affectionate And Cuddly S/O
Claire Standish
Affectionate And Cuddly S/O
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Veronica Sawyer
Nothing Yet
Heather Duke
Nothing Yet
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Alcina Dimitrescu
G!P Alcina
Favorite Pet
Sex With Alcina PT 1
Sex With Alcina PT 2
Taller S/O
FTM Smut
Donna Beneviento
Nothing Yet
Daniela Dimitrescu
Alpha Oneshot
Bela Dimitrescu
Is This Love?
Cassandra Dimitrescu
Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O
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Spencer Hastings
Nothing Yet
Emily Fields
General Headcanon
Hanna Marin
Nothing Yet
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Violet Harmon
Nothing Yet
Lana Winters
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Mary Eunice
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Misty Day
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Cordelia Goode
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Bette And Dot Tattler
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Sally McKenna
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Audrey Tindal
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Ally Mayfair-Richards
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Winter Anderson
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Mallory
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Wilhemina Venable
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Montana Duke
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Margaret Booth
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Xavier Plympton
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Lark
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Ursula Khan
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Calico
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Hannah
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Barbra
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Tsunade
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Sasuke
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Naruto
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gaywizardracoon · 2 years
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Hello, my name is Elliot and I'm new to tumblr! I'm a transmasc boy and I like to write, read and draw :)
Things I will write about:
Fluff ☁️❤
Angst💔
Ships 💭(depending on the people)
Things I will NOT write about:
Smut (I'm a minor)
Pa3d0philia
Toxic ships (unhealthy relationships)
R3pe (non-con)
Minor shipping (all these characters are teens or over but not to old)
I might add some more if I think of any lol
Here are the fandoms/people I will write for :)
Stranger things
-Steve Harrington
-Eddie Munson
-Nancy Wheeler
-Robin Buckley (x fem reader cuz she's lesbian)
-Jonathan Byers
-Argyle
-Chrissy Cunningham
-Eleven/Jane
-Mike Wheeler
-Will Byers
-Dustin Henderson
-Lucas Sinclair
-Max Mayfield
-(i don't wrote for Billy hargrove so don't ask)
Dickensian
-Arthur Havisham
Spree
-Kurt Kunkle
The Outsiders
-Darry Curtis
-Sodapop Curtis
-Ponyboy Curtis
-Johnny Cade
-Dallas Winston
-Two-Bit Mathews
-Steve Randle
Umbrella academy
-Klaus Hargreeves
-Diego Hargreeves
-Viktor Har
The Owl House
-Hunter
-Willow
Fnaf
-William Afton
-Michael Afton
-Jeremy Fitzgerald
Helluva Boss
-Blitzø
-Stolas
-Luna
-Moxxie
-Millie
Hazbin Hotel
-Angel Dust
-Alastor?
-Charlie
-Husker
Mha
-Present Mic
-Aizawa
-All Might
-Izuku Midoryia
-Katsuki Bakugou
-Shoto Todoroki
-Ejiro Kirishima
-Denki Kaminari
-Sero
-Mina Ashido
-Ochako
-Shinsou
-Himiko Toga
-Dabi
-Shigaraki
-Twice
Encanto
-Dolores Madrigal
-Camilo Madrigal
-Luisa Madrigal
-Isebella Madrigal
-Mirabel Madrigal
Sally face
-Sal Fisher
-Larry Johnson
-Ashley Campbell
-Todd Morrison
-Travis Phelps
-Niel
These arent all of them but they are the ones I could think of rn. You can request other characters as long as it doesn't have the things I will not write in it but don't be upset if I decline and/or it takes long for me to write it remember I am human :) Love you all be safe <33
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cahmilo · 2 years
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Lxxk 2 U ˣ‿ˣ
PART ONE, TWO, THREE
Camilo x Fem!Reader (aged up for plot purposes)
Angst with fluff ending
Warnings: none
Summary: in which Camilo gets to see the best action drama in real life (also tops his Tio Bruno’s telenovelas)
Inspired by ‘Lxxk 2 U’ by Choi Yena
English is not my first language. Please excuse grammatical or spelling errors
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“THAT WAS THE COOLEST REJECTION I’VE EVER SEEN” Mirabel screamed in excitement, the rest of the village still in shock after it had happened.
Cheers from the Madrigal side were heard and on the other side of the fountain, showed Juan’s family glaring at him with disappointment. Oh, he's never gonna live this down.
He just got publicly rejected in front of the entire Encanto. He broke free from Isabela’s vines as he slumped his shoulders and heavily stomped his footsteps on the way home while his family frantically approached y/n’s family apologizing for his behavior.
“THAT WAS THE BEST REJECTION THOUGH! It definitely topped Isabela’s proposal dinner disaster!” Camilo exclaimed as his hands were in the air, happy that he saw y/n’s confidence and talent finally being recognized by the entire town.
“Shut up Camilo! But hey- at least I was not the one grinning like an idiot the entire time” She nudged him as he glared at her.
“I was not!”
“You were! ‘Oh my crush is not getting married yay I can finally have her in my arms and kiss her all over-OFPH” Isabela’s teasing was interrupted by Luisa lifting her up.
“Isa stop before you’re gonna drain the blood out of our primo” They giggled as they turned to Camilo who was as red as Dolores’ skirt.
“CAMILO! You were surprised right?? We planned it all on our own!” Mirabel yelled as she put an arm around his shoulder while he sulked. “Yes! Why did you not tell me?”
“Y/n didn’t want us to. Oh and speaking of her, she's waiting for you at her house”. Not even a second later, Camilo rushed out from her family’s grip as he ran towards y/n’s house.
“Oh it was so funny messing with him” The grandkids giggled before returning to Casita.
Camilo didn’t know how to get in. In front of the door were the L/n’s and the Rosario’s having a long conversation about what happened. From far away, he can tell that all of them were mad at Juan who is nowhere to be found. He didn’t want to interrupt them so he found another way to get to her room.
The stairs Isabela made lead to her balcony.
“Are you just gonna stand there or?” He snapped out of trance after hearing the melodious voice he adored. He looked up at the balcony and saw her, still in the colorful wedding dress. His blush was definitely obvious and y/n giggled at this sight.
“Am I worthy enough to climb the princess’ walkway and go closer to the strings of her heart?” He said, mocking the poetic Mariano that both of them love to tease.
“Of course, my dearest Prince. I would totally open up any amenities of my Kingdom if it meant to be with you” Both giggled and Camilo slowly walked up the stairs, embracing her into a warm hug as they met.
“Oh you owe me a lot of explanation right now, princess.” She led him to her room, messy from the preparations and makeup from earlier.
“I would say sorry for the mess but I forgot about your room-OMPH” A pillow interrupted y/n’s comment as Camilo disagreed. He swiped out all the makeup items in the bed, throwing them to the floor as he dove into her bed leaving her in a screaming mess as she attempted to pick up the cosmetics.
“I’m still piecing everything together, HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME HE WAS CHEATING?!” He yelled, forgetting the fact that his family was literally downstairs.
“Chill will you? Okay now listen. Dolores told me he was cheating 2 days before the proposal and boy as much as I wanted to cry to you, Isabela thought of me sabotaging the proposal in a bad-ass way so we- i mean the Madrigal grandkids planned all of this without you because if I did tell you, you would probably ruin the surprise by like- beating him up or something”
“Oh- Wait. So they knew the entire time!? No wonder they were so happy cause I swear there was one point where they all hated Juan” Camilo buried his face in her pillow, taking in her vanilla scent (and to hide his blush, he still cannot remove it at the sight of her beauty and in a wedding dress too).
“They did, I’m happy they did it this way I felt like a rockstar” She said as she lay down on the bed beside him, lacing her fingers through his curls which made him melt even more.
“Yeah. And your vocals too literally everything was so perfect. And I was there wondering why the proposal felt like a wedding from how grande the preparation is”
“Well, that was Isabela and Mirabel’s idea. You at most should know how you guys roll at organizing parties. And for my vocals, I learned from the best” She giggled, remembering the time he was teaching her how to sing. Both of them now have similar singing styles, rough and rock n roll-style. He was most proud knowing that their karaoke sessions really paid off.
Her hands left his hair as she patted his back. “Boy if you don't lift up your face I do not want to look like i'm talking to no one”
With a defeated sigh, he lifted up his head and looked at her. And again, he was lost in her gaze as they stared at each other. She broke the tension by cupping his face.
“YOU’RE BLUSHING AWWWW” She cooed, kissing his nose and then booping it as he yelled “Stoooop I hate it”
She giggled. “It’s okay, I’m blushing as hell too thankfully my foundation hid it well”. She adjusted her position and let Camilo’s head rest on her chest as they both cuddled around the cluttered mess of a bedroom.
“You know, you’re really beautiful. If I saw that asshole in the streets, it's game over for him. How dare he toy with a girl as precious as you?” He gritted his teeth, clenching her skirt.
“Don’t crumple my dress, It’s new!” She grabbed his hand and intertwined it with hers, knowing that this would relax him. “And it’s fine, I fell out of love anyways. He was a gentleman but I slowly figured that he only did that to gain my trust. After that I only pretended to keep the relationship.” She wrapped her arms around him as she nuzzled her face onto his hair.
“Mhm. I can definitely treat you better” Camilo replied, still blushing.
“Prove it to me then, hermoso”. She grabbed his shoulders and made him face her.
“Wait what?”
“Oh come on, You live with 4 girl cousins and a sister, your puppy love is more obvious than you getting your seconds ” She booped his nose.
With a defeated sigh, he admitted with a “There’s no way of getting out of this huh?”. And she nodded. He doesn’t feel embarrassed at all anymore. He can always show his fragile masculinity to her and she never judged him for it. Seeing that she was the only one out of the family who saw his vulnerable side, he trusted her with all his life.
“Now that I’m available, are you gonna start making moves soon or-” She was interrupted yet again, but this time with his lips.
It was slow and careful, but full of love. Both of them warmed up to each other's embrace as their lips moved in harmony with each other. Eyes closed, feeling the moment, and thinking that nothing else mattered at the moment.
After they pulled away, Camilo planted a kiss in her nose.
His eyes were still full of love, something that y/n failed to see in her now-ex. She regretted missing these signs, figuring that this wouldn’t have happened if she just stayed with him instead. But she doubted thinking that it might ruin their friendship if it turned out he didn't like her back, but all these thoughts, she shook them away and focused on the current moment.
She was still in her wedding dress, her best friend, now a suitor sitting with her in her bed. Nothing else is better than this moment and both of them wished that it would last forever.
“I’ll prove to you, y/n. I’ll give you all the love that he wasted. I’ll lead you to the happily ever after that you wanted. I’ll give you the life that you always dream of. I will never abandon you, ever. I will show you the love you deserve. From now until forever.”
Y/n was in awe. Hearing this, her tears fell in joy. She loved him dearly, and hearing him say these words to her in reality and not her dreams made her feel like a beloved gem in which she was to him.
“Hey, shh don’t cry you’ll smear your makeup” Camilo panicked as he grabbed a tissue and dabbed it on her eye, careful not to ruin Isabela’s hard work.
“How could I not after hearing those words from you Milo???!! God, you are a dream” She said, voice breaking. He giggled, peppering kisses all over her face to cheer her up.
“Sorry, mi vida. But you really deserved to hear those”. She melted as she heard him call her though a pet name. She remembered that as kids, he only promised to call terms of endearment to his only true love. Y/n felt happy knowing that it was her.
Camilo then took her hand and brought her back to a cuddling position. Now her head was in his chest, her legs were across his as they both leaned to her headboard. His right arm was wrapped around her back as his left was intertwined with hers, playing with her fingers.
“Did I forget to mention?” He broke the silence.
“Mention what?” She looked up at him in curiosity.
“You look way better in a yellow wedding dress, mi amor.”
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