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Mil Horas | Enzo Vogrincic
*for the request of enzo :)
English and Spanish
It has been a challenging experience for you to witness the effects of your boyfriend's acting career on his mental and physical health. Your boyfriend, Enzo, recently secured a role in the movie "Society of the Snow," to be honest, this was a big deal for him. This was his first acting gig in a movie, and it was directed by a renowned film director, J.A. Bayona.
The movie's plot is set around a group of people surviving in the Andes mountains, and it follows a gripping storyline that keeps Enzo on his toes. He had to narrate some scenes and play a significant role in the film, which was exciting and nerve-wracking.
However, as the filming progressed, Enzo began to feel mentally and physically drained. He had to work long hours, often late at night, and the pressure to perform well was overwhelming. He struggled to balance his regular life with his filming schedule, and this took a toll on his mental and physical health.
You have been a supportive partner, trying your best to help Enzo cope with the demands of his acting career. You hope he can overcome these challenges and emerge victorious, as this is a significant milestone in his career.
Enzo, the lead actor in the upcoming film, had to drastically change his lifestyle to meet the demands of his character. He was required to follow a strict diet plan, but his dedication to his role led him to take extreme measures. He skipped meals and pushed himself beyond his limits as if he were truly surviving in the wild. As his loved one, you were understandably concerned about his health and well-being. You even spoke to the film's director, Bayona, about Enzo's condition.
One day, Enzo called you on WhatsApp, looking pale and exhausted. He had just finished filming a scene in Barcelona and was feeling weak. You answered his call and asked how he was doing, but before he could respond, you interrupted him and urged him to take care of himself, "Enzo, por favor, necesito que me escuches. Te lo he dicho millones de veces y nunca me das bola. Por favor, cuídate, me tenés preocupada. Necesito que sigas la dieta, si no vas a tener una reacción fea." You reminded him repeatedly to follow his diet plan and emphasized that he did not have to take the role so seriously. You assured him that his health was more important than anything else, and advised him to take some time to relax and meditate.
He sat there at the open-air café, his complexion drained and expression distant, sipping on a cup of coffee. With a reassuring tone, he said, "My love, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Take a look, just enjoying a peaceful moment with a cup of coffee here, and I wanted to see you. Honestly, Barcelona is treating me well, but I miss you so much, and I really need you here." Unsure how to respond, tears welled up, and you confessed, "Enzo, I miss you too!"
Enzo, noticing your tears, adopted a more comforting tone. "I don't want you to cry. I'm fine. Barcelona is challenging, but I know we'll be together again soon. I miss your hugs, your laughter, everything."
As you spoke, the conversation became tinged with nostalgia. Enzo shared details of his days in Barcelona, enthusiastically describing places and situations. "I swear, I even miss your scoldings here. No one cares for me like you do, and that's what I'm missing."
Amidst sips of coffee, you discussed plans for the future, dreaming of the moment when you would be face-to-face again. "We'll be together again soon. Don’t worry."
The background music caught your attention as he showed you through his camera the charming street in Barcelona where he was seated. To your surprise, it was your favorite song, "Mil Horas" by Los Abuelos De La Nada. A smile spread across your face as you recognized the familiar tune.
Funnily enough, Enzo, caught up in the moment, started singing the song, “Tengo un cohete en el pantalón/Vos estás tan fría/Como la nieve a mi alrededor/Vos estás tan blanca/Que yo no sé qué hacer/La otra noche te esperé bajo la lluvia, dos horas, mil horas, como un perro/Y cuando llegaste, me miraste y me dijiste: ‘loco, estás mojado, ya no te quiero’”His voice, carried by the ambiance of the street, added a touch of spontaneity to the virtual encounter. Without a second thought, you joined in, singing along with him. The distance between you seemed to fade away as the shared love for the song created a delightful connection across the miles.
#enzo vogrincic#society of the snow#my writing#la sociedad de la nieve#uruguay#latina#spanish#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic fic#enzo x reader#fanfic#argentina#agustín pardella x reader#simon hempe#matias recalt#Spotify
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a energia que cada um do cast exala de acordo comigo
fonte: vozes da minha cabeça. vamo lá
enzo: ele exala uma energia de noivo. tipo assim mais que um namorado porém ainda não é um marido. mas total deixaria o planejamento da festa com vc ele não liga e só paga os boletos (suspirando como quem diz "o que que eu não faço por vc hein olha o preço dessas flores")
agustín: 100% maridão mas daqueles que ainda tem um relacionamento jovial. vcs literalmente são só namorados que um dia resolveram ir no cartório casar e só contaram pra família 3 meses depois
matías: namorado atentado. não te deixa em paz um segundo, só tira foto feia sua, imita e zoa tudo que vc fala e só pensa em sexo mas fica 15 minutos sem dar atenção pra ele pra ver se ele não fica murchinho rapidinho. 1 semana sem vc e ele já perde a vontade de viver e fica de cama
fran: namorado bff!!! não importa se vcs já eram melhores amigos antes ou se foram construindo essa amizade junto com o romance entre vcs, ele com certeza vai se tornar seu bestie em algum momento. fazem tudo juntos, dividem os mesmos grupos de amigos e saem pros mesmos rolês mas nunca fica chato pq o fran consegue deixar TUDO divertido e respeita sua individualidade. 300% seu parceiro de fofoca
kuku: MARIDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! o date semanal de vcs é fazer despesa no mercado, cozinhar juntos enquanto bebem vinho e depois ele te maceta até vc esquecer dos problemas no serviço e at�� do seu próprio nome. vcs tem aí entre 2 a 3 filhas que adoram testar make e penteados novos nele. nao perde um chá da tarde com as filhas e seus ursinhos de pelúcia 💅🏼
#la sociedad de la nieve#lsdln#lsdln cast#lsdln x reader#enzo vogrincic#agustin pardella#matias recalt#fran romero#esteban kukuriczka#agustín pardella#matías recalt#francisco romero#mari.doc
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I’m really obsessed with making a Teacher!Kuku bot on JanitorAi rather than on character ai because of, you know. . . The ✨ smut. ✨
I’m really fucking tempted of doing it. Someone hold me back ahdjdk
#I already made Fran and Agustín bots but I will finish setting them soon sjdjfkek#help me im growling i can’t#esteban kukuriczka x reader#esteban kukuriczka#janitorai#✧.* amiraverse
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Agustín Madrigal headcanons because it’s his birthday
Agustín Madrigal, random headcanons
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
MASTERLIST
he cleans his glasses at least three times a day
but he also looses them a lot, Casita always somehow finds them though
he doesn’t know how to swim, but he is a fast runner
Alma didn’t approve of him first, she’s still a little skeptical
out of all his nephews, he’s closest to Antonio
he’s afraid of Pepa
he loves his daughters equally, but he spends most of the time with Luisa
she’s also the one to save him from most of his accidents
there’s a lot of small talk when he’s left alone with Bruno
Félix was his friend before they both joined the Madrigal family
he doesn’t wear matching socks on purpose
he taught Mirabel the basics of embroidery, now she’s surpassed him
he’s the second to take the most time in the bathroom, first being Camilo
he has to drag Julieta out of the kitchen sometimes so she doesn’t overwork herself, he makes tea for her afterwards, sometimes even reads for her
when they were smaller, Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel would all gather in the nursery and Agustín would tell them bedtime stories
Isabela gives him flowers randomly, he puts them in his front pocket
when Dolores is done with her chores, she likes to find her tío Agustín and go on a stroll with him
he tried to propose to Julieta at least five times, but it always backfired
eventually she was the one to propose
when he found out he was going to be a father, he was freaking out for a whole month afterwards
he was so fragile with baby Isa
he would wrap her up in many blankets to keep her warm and comfortable to the point where she would look like a ball of laundry
he teaches the kids in the house how to play piano
MASTERLIST
<3
#agustín madrigal#agustin madrigal#encanto#encanto disney#dolores madrigal#camilo disney#camilo madrigal#agustin madrigal headcanons#mirabel madrigal#alma madrigal#bruno x reader#antonio madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal
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Distractions (Julieta x Fem!Reader)
a/n: I’m not really proud of this one, but hope you’ll like it
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"Take my hand"
"W-what?"
"Take my hand! Am I speaking Chinese or what, papi?" you rolled your eyes "trae pa’ca"
Bruno flinched when you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. Your best friend was about to ask you what was the matter when he noticed a few guys coming up to you with flowers and what appeared to be chocolates. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as well and pressed himself closer to you.
Since you and your family moved into Encanto a few months ago, one of the first things that became obvious was that you would have a long line of suitors until you got married. He didn't really blame all those guys, you really were beautiful and your usual attire (high heels, black stockings, knee length dresses and your cute glasses) just highlighted your beauty. But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying when those idiots interrupted your time with your best friend.
Bruno knew that despite everything, he had to keep up appearances, for the honor of the family, no matter how many jokes and cruel comments people threw at him. However, he allowed himself to be selfish with you. You were his first and only friend, the only one besides his sisters who didn't seem afraid of him, and he wasn't about to let some fools who couldn't take no for an answer ruin your day.
"If only they would learn and at least have the decency not to bring wine chocolates" you muttered, looking at one of the boxes they were carrying "then maybe I'd consider paying attention to them"
"Just to take away the chocolates, right?" he knowingly asked
"You get me, Brunito" you laughed
You two smiled knowingly when the men stopped when they noticed you holding hands. The town's outcast and the most coveted girl? they definitely did not expect it.
Too bad your fun didn't last long. Bruno felt it a few seconds before, but he didn't manage to help you in time. While you walked away, your shoe hit a stone and before you knew it, you were falling flat on your face, your hand still entwined with Bruno's, pulling him with you.
You two rolled together until a wall stopped you. You ended up on top of him and you guys looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
"You two can't stay out of trouble for long, huh?"
You and Bruno turned to meet your two older siblings. Oh, yes, your older brother Agustín, walking disaster (just like you, but you did it with style) and Julieta Madrigal's official simp, and the brunette herself.
"I'm sorry, Juli, but if you steal my brother, it's only fair that I steal yours" you said, accepting the hand that she offered you.
You didn't notice the way the healer's cheeks reddened as you stood up and stood very close to her, but Bruno definitely did. Julieta simply offered you an arepa and looked away.
"I didn't steal anyone" she said
"Hey, Gus gets hurt, he goes for your magic food, you two talk for hours. That counts as stealing him for me" you shrugged.
Your brother watched the oldest triplet while you cut your arepa in half to share with Bruno. He knew that he couldn't say anything if he didn't want to face Julieta's anger, but inside, he wanted so badly to tell you that the reason the two of them talked so much was to share things about you.
He knew that his friend was madly in love with you, just as he was with Bruno. But neither of them had the courage to say anything, so they were content to talk to each other about their siblings. Cowardly move, perhaps, but it was what they had.
"But hey! It's okay" you said when you finished swallowing "at least you're all mine tomorrow" you winked at her
"E-excuse me?" Julieta stuttered
"...you did tell her, didn't you, Gus?" you looked at your brother accusingly
Agustin's eyes widened as the three of you looked at him. He facepalmed and you heard him mutter something about being a jerk and that he had forgotten.
"Sorry, Y/N, we were-"
"Busy?" you smiled "Ay Agustín" you rolled your eyes with affection
Your brother blushed deeply and mumbled another apology. In his defense, Julieta had been telling him a cute story about Bruno and he hadn't had the head to remember what he was supposed to ask the brunette.
"I got lost" Bruno said
"Mom sent Gus to ask Julieta if she could teach me how to cook tomorrow" you explained
"T-teach you how to cook?" she asked nervously
"Yes, my parents want to start looking for a husband for me" you rolled your eyes
Julieta felt her heart breaking at your words. Husband. She was running out of time! She had to quickly think of a way to confess her feelings to you before losing you.
A part of her told her that she was being silly, she shouldn't even count herself among your options. She was a woman! Of course neither her mother nor your parents would approve... but she could dream, right?
“So…are you free tomorrow?” you asked when she didn’t answer “because if not I can tell my parents that you-”
“No, no! It's ok. I’ll tell mom first but yeah, I’m free” she quickly said, making you jump a little.
“Excellent! Thank you Julita” you smiled “I promise not to burn anything…or at least try not to”
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You did burn something. Everything, actually.
“H-how…how did you manage to burn the salad?!” Julieta looked at you with disbelief
“...natural talent” you joked and smiled at her.
From the moment the brunette put a foot on your house, she knew this was going to be hard for her. You decided to wear that pretty dress of yours, the one that fit so snugly against your body and made her cheeks instantly burn. She had tried not to look too much, but it had been impossible and on more than one occasion you had caught her looking at your chest. You didn't comment anything, but suddenly you were sticking closer to her and your hands brushed her hip.
You were driving her crazy.
"See? That's why I burned the salad" you said, snapping her out of her thoughts
"W-what?" she stammered, she didn't realize when you had gotten so close.
"You're not paying attention to me" you said "You're supposed to be the teacher, Juli, but if you don't pay attention, these things happen"
"Are you blaming me for burning the salad?"
"Obviously" you smirked "although I wonder...what is it that has you so distracted?"
Julieta swallowed hard and was sure her dark skin no longer hid her blush. She tried to get away from you, but little by little you managed to corner her between your body and the sink. She really tried not to think about how cute you were, looking at her from behind those glasses.
"Y/N"
"Yes?"
The healer tried to find her voice, but her breath was missing and her legs were getting weaker as you pressed against her. She really, really shouldn't be thinking about the way your breasts felt against hers, or how your breath tickled her neck.
"The cat ate your tongue?" you whispered
The truth was, there was only one reason you were doing all this, throwing yourself at her without shame: Bruno had given you a vision first thing in the morning, a few hours before Julieta arrived. You had not been able to avoid the cry of happiness that you had given and since then you tried to quickly reach that part of the vision.
Which would be easier if she stopped running from you.
"Y/N, I think we should focus"
"I'm focused" you said "...just not on the food"
Julieta felt her heart stop when you leaned closer to her and your lips brushed her ear. That was how she was going to die? Pressed against the sink and having a heart attack?
"I can think of better things to do right now"
"We shouldn't" she muttered "your parents…this is all to find you a husband, remember?"
You pulled back a little so you could meet her eyes and carefully lifted her chin.
"And who said I wanted a husband?" you asked
"W-what?"
Just as she looked at you with those big teary eyes and a hint of hope, Bruno's vision came into your mind and you knew it was time to make it come true. You didn't give her time to react, you just closed your eyes and let your lips seal with hers.
The little gasp of surprise she let out, you expected. But for you to break her... that wasn't part of the plan.
#reader insert#x reader#julieta madrigal#julieta my beloved#julieta x reader#julieta madrigal x reader#julieta madrigal preference#encanto#encanto preferences#encanto imagines#encanto x reader#Agustín x bruno#if you look closely
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Hi! May I request a reader who is apart of the madrigals, but they are adopted? Reader doesn't feel like apart of the family but the madrigals reassure them that family isn't defined by blood
Found Family
Note: This request is so cute, I hope you like it💕
Pairs: Madrigals x Adopted!Reader
Platonic!
Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst.
You are pathetic.
Worthless.
You don’t fit in.
You’ll never fit in.
Don’t you dare call yourself a Madrigal.
The voices in your head wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard you try.
You always try to distract yourself from the voices, like doing embroidery or or playing the guitar.
But it’s no use, it kept going and going.
Days tuned to weeks and weeks tuned to months, the voices still wouldn’t stop.
It was breakfast, you and your "family" were eating. Of course, as usual, Camilo went overboard.
"If you are going to have all that, you better eat all of it." Félix warned his oldest son.
"Yeah yeah, don’t worry pops, I won’t waste a single one." Camilo reassured his father.
You however, were staring at your food.
"{Name}, why aren’t you eating? Is everything alright?" Your foster mom Julieta asked.
All eyes of the Madrigals were on you, some in confusion, concern and worry.
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my own world." You told them, but in reality you were just trying to shut the voices up.
They don’t care about you
You aren’t a Madrigal
You don’t have their blood
They are better off without you
However one Madrigal was not convinced.
You guessed it, our main character in the movie.
The infamous Mirabel Madrigal.
And she was going to find out what bothered you.
Later in the afternoon, Mirabel went to the nursery where you and her slept.
Since you don’t have a gift, you were put in the nursery.
Mirabel knocked on the door.
"Guess who!~" She singsonged, you clearly know who it was.
You the chuckle "Perhaps a fifteen-year-old girl named Mirabel Madrigal?"
The third daughter of the second oldest of the Madrigal triplets burst into the room pointing fingers at you with a smile.
"You guessed it!"
"What’s this about?" You questioned.
"Well, a little birdie told me that something was bothering, and seriously one of Antonio’s birds told him and he told me."
"So what’s bothering you hermana?" Mirabel asked.
"I just- I don’t feel like I belong in this family, out there in the pueblo are so many people that are dreaming to be part of the famous Madrigals, I feel really left out because we don’t share the same blood." You admitted and Mirabel had a look of sympathy.
"{Name}, that’s not true. Sure that people in the community wish that they shared the same blood as us, but you belong in this family. Same blood or not you are still family."
You felt the tears kicking in and you immediately hugged Mirabel, which she gladly returned.
"Isa told us that we should have a girls night in her room, wanna join?" She asked.
"Of course" You felt better already when Mirabel cheered you up.
But what was the best thing?
The voices finally stopped.
#encanto#encanto x reader#disney#disney x reader#disney encanto#disney encanto x reader#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#bruno madrigal#pepa madrigal#julieta madrigal#félix madrigal#agustín madrigal#abuela madrigal
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Una canto de una voz a tus oídos, luego a tu corazón
Prologue - Birthday party jitters...and set ups?
Word count: 1196
Warnings: slight angst
Summary of chapter: With the annual birthday party of the triplets, Alma decides that she wants Bruno to start courting. Bruno not really understanding the concept of courting, only knowing that he has to socialize: he comes to two people that he hopes will fix his problem.
Likes ❤️ , reblogs 🔁 and comments 💬 are much appreciated :)
October 17, 1920- quarter past noon
Everyone knows the story of The Madrigals. How one tragic event led to something so wondrous and magical- a miracle!
With time the miracle grew and prospered. It blessed the merchant - Alma and her children with gifts. Unbelievably unique abilities. Julieta with healing foods, Pepa with her weather manipulation, and Bruno with the sight of the future.
Because of Alma Madrigal, Encanto had become something no one would have ever expected.
Today was the anniversary of that day. And the triplets' birthdays. A fiesta, that all of Encanto was invited to, was in place for tonight. The triplets were turning 19. They were very excited about it.
Well, at least Pepa and Julieta.
Bruno…not so much.
Not only because there were going to be people in their house. And not only because people don’t usually tend to like him. (And like is an understatement). But mostly because his sisters were spending the night with their engaged novios.
Leaving him all by himself
Which led him to now up on a hill: Where Agustín and Félix were chopping wood. He came to them for a solution.
“Bruno. I don’t think it would be a …particularly good idea… for you to be the third wheel for us today.” Agustín advised, trying not to be too honest.
“I-I didn’t say I was third-wheeling.” He protested, “I just wanna hang out with you guys.”
“Third-wheeling.” Félix and Agustín sighed in illusion.
“…Lo sé.” Bruno hung his head with a groan, “It’s not like I wanted to be a third wheel. Especially since you guys are cariñosos- ugh! -But mamá won’t let me hideout. She wants me to socialize. Talk. Dance. And the only chance I have is with you guys.”
“First of all, we are the right amount of cariñoso.” Agustín argued, “And second, all she wants you to do is socialize?”
“Sí. She says I should put myself out there. Make a good impression. So I can be noticed other than my visions. They already have enough attention.” He scratched at his knuckles, “Maybe even dance a little. Or dance with someone.”
“Espere. It sounds like she wants you to present yourself. ” Agustín hummed, placing the ax on the tree stump, “You know- as an available suitor…”
Confusion was written all over Bruno's face. Then Félix shot up and grabbed Bruno’s shoulders, shaking them, “Eso es!”.
“Q-Q-Qué?” He stuttered with a dizzy stare at Félix.
“Alma wants you to start courting!” Félix yelled excitedly, “Isn’t that Bueno?! You’re going to meet el amor de tu vida. Bruno-Hermano-THAT 'S GREAT! ” He rambled on about how fantastic it was.
Bruno’s face paled as realization kicked in. He swallowed nervously, “No no no no! No es bein!”
“¿Por qué?” Agustín asked with genuine curiosity, “I’m sure some lucky lady would want to mingle with you.”
“¡Porque soy yo!” His thumb jerked to point at his chest, “Soy mal. Soy mala suerte. I just- I don’t know how…I have nothing good to offer.”
“Ay Bruno es mierda!” Félix cut in, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Those rumors are nothing but miérda. Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad.”
He pulled on the green threads wisping out of his poncho, not directly meeting Félix’s eyes.
“He 's right, you know.” Bruno turned to Agustín anxiety laced in his face. “Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti.”
Bruno let the words sink into his brain: Going to the party wouldn’t have been so bad. Still people have been avoiding him for awhile -only coming for visions absolutely necessary. Would there be a chance that someone would want to be with him?
Most likely not. But he shouldn’t disappoint. At least try.
That’s what mamí asked. Practically begging him to try. Agustín and Félix also had a point.
But how could He know what’s true about himself? If there was already an idea of him?
The cursed Bruno madrigal. Mala suerte. He twists the future and everything bad happens to you.
His plagued eyes that see nothing but misfortunes.
He can make you bald and kill your pets. Bruno madrigal the-
“Bruno…” Agustín starts, already knowing what he was thinking about, “If it bugs you that much we’ll let you hang out. Don’t worry about third-wheeling.”
“¿Estas suegro?” He was quick to question, “I don’t want to ruin your guys’ date. And you know… I think I can handle it. I just gotta find someone to talk to- if anyone would talk to me. Or dance. I’m sure I am out of practice -but hey I can figure it out! I just gotta..put on the old madrigal charm? Heh”
A light bulb lit in Fèlix’s brain. “What if we helped you?”
“Huh?” Both of them turn to him.
“What if we help him, get introduced to someone at the party.” Félix grinned, “Give him pointers, show him how to charm, be flirty-”
Bruno choked on his own spit, cheeks burning. “I think charming is enough.”
“Sí, Sí. Whatever works for you. But we gotta get you outta that old thing” He pointed at the worn out ruana, “And fix that.” His eyes trailed upwards.
“Why? What’s wrong with my hair?” Bruno tugged the tangled and frizzy strands.
“It uhm needs a little trim and brush. Also when was the last time you shaved?” Agustín spoke up, “It’s not a full beard. But your face looks like un durazno.”
Bruno scratched at his patchy chin awkwardly, “I thought it made me look grown.”
“Righhhht.” Fèlix dragged on, “It does it does. Tienes que arreglarlo. But we can’t work here- unless you want to shave with an axe -Bruno shook his head quickly- “Ok vamo, vamo. Let’s spruce you up a bit Hermano. I’m sure all the ladies will be all over you then.”
“Uh well I dunno know. It won’t be too much? I can ask Casita to make a secret passage for me. Like when you guys would sneak in to see Pepa and Julieta.” He cringed when they turned at him as if to say ‘You knew about that?’
“Look, hermano . We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” Agustín reassured, “But if you think it would work, we’d be willing to help.”
He pondered for a moment, twisting the cross that dangled over his neck. He wouldn’t be by himself if he had their help, granted he won’t be able to hide out with them.
But maybe if mamá did see him trying she’d let him off the hook. So he won’t get stuck in a party all by himself, he won’t ruin his sisters’ dates, and he’d be able to go back to his room if this will work. Hopefully mamí would finally let courting be off the table for a while.
“What do you say Cuñado ?” Agustín and Félix waited patiently for him to answer
“Meh.” Bruno simply put and that was enough for
Félix to start dragging him off the hill. “VAMOS A CASITA! Don’t worry Hermano, you’re in very good hands.”
Agustín followed along, trying not to trip with all the logs in his arms.
He really hoped this was a good idea.
Translations :
Lo sé - I know
cariñosos- affectionate
Espere- wait
Eso es - that’s it
Qué-what
el amor de tu vida - Love of your life
Hermano - Brother
Cuñado- Brother in law
Por qué- Why?
Porque soy yo- Because I’m me
Soy mal- I’m bad
mala suerte - bad luck
es mierda - it’s bullshit
Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad - Those gossipers don’t know what’s true
Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti - Only you know what’s true about yourself
Estas seguro- are you sure
un durazno - a peach (meant it as peach fuzz)
Tienes que arreglarlo - You gotta fix it
Vamo- let’s go
(A/N: prologue of the Bruno fic, reposted from my main blog)
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OK today is now Sushi day! Organized by @hectic-hector based on an idea by the wonderful @thecrazyashley-blog!
I wrote a bit of something for the occasion! A ficlet, related to Bruno's fangirl, with Perlita making the Madrigal discovering Sushi. Because honestly it was appropriate since I doubt the Madrigals ever saw Sushi, and Perlita directly comes from our world so she knows what it is and probably like it.
Enjoy!
You can find it on Ao3 in english here and in french here
No warning. Fluff.
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Sushi time at the campsite
Summary: One day at the campsite, Perlita decided it's time for the Madrigals to discover Sushi.
One day during lunchtime, at the campsite, Perlita decided that the Madrigals needed to discover other kinds of tastes, starting with sushi!
This is how she ended up placing a tray full of these delicacies before the fire, Julieta standing beside her, in front of the dumbfounded faces of the family. She couldn't wait to have their opinion on these! When she and Julieta made them at a villager's house, the healer didn't seem convinced, always asking her about if she was sure of her recipe. She happily answered that, of course, she was sure! She was trusting her memory from when she made some at school, and she knew they'd love them! Everyone loves Sushi!
Bruno was the first to talk, asking with suspicion “Corazón...What is that?”
“That? They’re sushi.”
“What is su-chi?"
She thought for a moment, wondering how to answer properly, before smiling and answering “They’re food from a country called Japan in East Asia, situated on an Island with a lot of earthquakes!” Then, she added with confidence “They're good! And they’re actually really expensive over there!”
“These things are actually expensive?” answered Bruno with surprise, pointing at the goods.
“Yes! In Japan they are!”
Then, Perlita stretched her hand toward Agustín, who gave her the chopsticks she asked him to make. The day before, she had drawn what the cutleries should look like so that he could try to make them with wood. She heard he got help from Luisa and Isabela, which is a good thing since the results were chopsticks very close to what Perlita was used to. She watched them with pride, while she was given one twin by Madrigal, keeping one for herself so she could taste them too.
Then, she used those to take one one sushi and hold it to Bruno, all while smiling and saying in an adoring tone "Open your mouth Amor!"
He obeyed, an amused look on his face, letting his girlfriend put the rice and raw fish in his mouth. Then, he closed it to chew, while all the worried eyes were turned to him, waiting for his opinion on it. All besides Camilo, who looked ready to throw his best punchlines for when he’ll eventually spit it in disgust. He won’t though, Perlita was sure of it! Because sushi is delicious and she had the help of the best cook in the entire Encanto!
Her certainty got confirmed by Bruno’s face, which shifted from worry to beaming, exclaiming “That’s good!”
“Huh? Really?” asked Isabela with surprise.
“Yeah! Not the best thing but it's definitely edible!”
Mirabel used her chopsticks to pick one up and put it in her mouth, chewing it a bit before confirming “Oh yeah! That’s good! I would even say delicious!”
It pushed the rest of the family to take one too, most of them beaming once they could taste it, making Perlita feel very proud of herself and her memories of her school days. Well, some of them, as Félix, were making sceptical faces while some others, as Alma, were looking disgusted, but the majority seemed to love sushi.
Once there was none left, Bruno took Perlita in his arms to kiss her forehead, making her giggle, before asking "Mi reina, how come you come up with this kind of surprise?"
"They're from my world Mi rey!" she answered with a big smile. "And I'm lucky I have a good memory."
Agustín questioned her "You said they are from-?"
"From Japan! An island in Asia where-"
"What is Asia?" Luisa interrupted her.
Perlita sighed, feeling how hard it'd be to answer, especially with her limited knowledge. She felt she had to, however since she could feel Alma's stare on her, and her mischievous smile showing she actually knew the answer but wanted to know how she'd do, which was putting pressure on her to try.
Well...Let's start then! "Ah...Well hum..”
She glanced at Bruno, hoping having him in her sight would inspire her. Well, she wasn’t certain it was because of that but afterwards the idea she could start by a parallel with what they already know came to her mind as she was explaining “You agree that here we're in Colombia, on the South America continent?"
They nodded, inciting her to continue with more confidence "In the world you have five continents. One of them is Asia, which has a lot of countries such as China, India, Iran, Russia, Indonesia, Vietnam, and Japan."
"The one Sushi comes from!" noted Pepa.
Perlita nodded "The same one! For what I know of it’s a really old and traditional dish made by hand by some kind of Sushi masters so, nowadays, they’re considered a luxury over there."
"They really use these things?" asked Camilo, showing the chopsticks with an annoyed frown. "They ain't really practical."
"Most countries from East Asia do use them", confirmed Perlita.
“And they didn’t think about changing for something easier to handle?”
“Oh you know,” she smiles. “I just think they are used to it and didn’t feel the need to change.”
“Well, I can understand them!” claimed Isabela with a sassy face. “It’s pretty neat!”
They all watched her as she juggled the chopsticks onto her hand, clearly having fun handling them. Perlita thought she never saw someone be this much at ease with them. Mirabel tried to imitate her but made them fall on the ground with a grimace., making some of her family members chuckle. When most tried themselves though, none was able to do better than Mirabel. Camilo, for example, even managed to do worse by making his chopsticks fly toward the fire, where they got consumed.
With a laugh, Perlita promised them: "Next time I'll make you taste other dishes from my world!"
Bruno kissed her near the ear while giving her an appreciative squeeze against his chest.
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Puerto Viejo | Enzo Vogrincic
road trip con tu mejor amigo
friends to lovers
*si hay algún error por favor déjame saber!
Llevabas días sin ver a tu mejor amigo. Los cielos grises de Uruguay te impulsaron a tomar una decisión repentina: escapar a un país tropical. Sin previo aviso, decides llamar a Enzo, tu mejor amigo, quien aparentemente se encontraba en Madrid. “Che, ¿cuándo piensas bajar por acá?” le preguntas. Enzo, con un tono preocupado y algo asustado, responde: “Mirá, capaz que en una semanita ando por ahí. ¿Está todo bien? ¿Cómo venís vos?” Tú, intentando mantener la calma, le respondes: “Tranqui, todo está bien... estaba pensando en organizar algo para cuando llegues, tal vez hacer un pequeño viaje a Costa Rica o algo así, si tienes tiempo, claro." Después de un prolongado silencio, Enzo, profundamente pensativo, te responde: “La posta es que tengo la agenda a full, pero obvio que me muero de ganas de verte... mirá, mejor te mando la guita y vos comprás los boletos para una semanita, ¿dale?” Tú aceptas con entusiasmo, preguntándole: "Enzo, pero ¿cuándo caés exactamente?" Enzo, aún pensativo, te dice: "Me parece que caigo el próximo viernes, así que sería mejor que compres el mío directo a San José y allá nos vemos, ¿te va?" Aceptas la propuesta, aunque con cierta confusión, y le preguntas: “¿Y no vas a sacar ida y vuelta a Montevideo?” Y él, con toda la seguridad del mundo, te responde: "Nada, comprá solo el pasaje a San José, yo me encargo de arreglar las cosas en Montevideo." Con un simple "Dale", aunque todavía con un poco de cabeza en el aire, das por terminada la charla.
Después de dos semanas, te encontrabas en el aeropuerto de San José esperando la llegada de Enzo. Mirabas tu celular con cierta ansiedad, dado que no lo habías visto en varios meses. Enzo, ahora una estrella del cine, estaba sumamente ocupado y rara vez encontraba tiempo para reunirse contigo. Así que, mientras esperabas en una esquina de la salida del aeropuerto, sentías una sensación inusual hacia tu mejor amigo, como mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago. La última vez que habías sentido algo así fue cuando eras adolescente y tenías un flechazo con un amigo de Enzo, pero nunca antes con él. Por lo tanto, realmente no sabías cómo iban a desarrollarse las cosas durante este mini viaje con tu mejor amigo en Costa Rica.
De repente, sale Enzo de la salida y te saluda efusivamente, "¡(Y/N)! ¿Cómo estás? ¡Te extrañé un montón, pero mirá qué grandota estás!", te dice mientras te abraza fuerte y te planta un beso en la mejilla. Tú, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja y un leve sonrojo, le respondes a tu mejor amigo, "¡Ay, loco, pero vos sí que estás grande ahora! ¿Qué te ha pasado? ¡Y ya no estás flaco, ahora estás gordito!", bromeas. Enzo te mira con una sonrisa sarcástica y pregunta, "¿En serio estoy gordo o me estás chamuyando?" Tú, rápidamente, lo tranquilizas, "¡Estás re lindo, mejor?!" Enzo asiente satisfecho, "¡Mejor, mejor!"
Entonces, una sensación de nostalgia y déjà vu te invade mientras lo observas. Después de un momento, le dices con entusiasmo, "Bueno, vamos por el auto." Enzo, sorprendido, exclama, "¿No me digas que rentaste un auto?" Tú lo miras con complicidad y le respondés, "¿Te olvidaste quién soy? ¡Claro que renté un auto!" Ambos se encaminan hacia el auto y, Enzo, quien entre risas comenta, "Ah, ya entendí, yo manejaré, ¿cierto?" Tú le guiñas un ojo y respondés con seguridad, “Obvio”.
Al subirse al auto, Enzo enciende el Google Maps y se ponen en camino hacia Puerto Viejo, en la zona caribeña. Tú, con tus lentes de sol y lista para la playa, decides poner "Ojitos Lindos" de Bad Bunny y Bomba Estéreo. Aunque Enzo no sea un gran fanático del reguetón, lo cual te duele en el alma, como buena amiga, te importa un bledo y pones lo que te da la gana. Sin embargo, sabes que Enzo, en su interior, está en modo playero y listo para el jolgorio.
Lo observas y notas cómo su cabello ondea con el viento, luciendo absolutamente encantador en su desorden. Luego, tus ojos se deslizan hacia los brazos de Enzo en el volante, notando cómo sus venas resaltan y lo suaves que se ven sus brazos. Te dan ganas de tocarlos y besarlo, pero en lo más profundo de tu ser sabes que para Enzo, tú eres simplemente su mejor amiga.
Con la música a todo volumen, le gritas a Enzo, "¡Che, tengo que ir al baño! Para en una estación de servicio". Sin embargo, Enzo te responde, "¡Loca, habíamos planeado ir directo al Airbnb, no tengo tiempo". Tú le replicas, "¡Boludo, de verdad necesito ir al baño!" Enzo te mira riendo y te dice, "Bueno, tres minutos y nos vamos". Tú lo miras con incredulidad y le respondes, "Ay, dejate de joder y esperame tranquilo, ¿entendiste?" Enzo, con una sonrisa encantadora, te dice, "Entendido".
Al llegar a la estación de servicio, sales corriendo de manera cómica hacia el baño y Enzo, riéndose, te dice, "¡Corre, corre, que te come el coco!" Terminas en el baño y regresas al auto, sacándole el dedo medio a Enzo, quien te devuelve el gesto con una sonrisa.
Esta vez, después de tanto rogar, Enzo te pide que pongas Enanitos Verdes, pero como buena amiga desobediente, decides poner "Chulo" de Bad Gyal, Tokischa y Young Miko, y comienzas a cantar la letra a todo pulmón para deleite de Enzo: "La cadena le brilló en lo oscuro|Huele a Baccarat, fumándose un puro|Tiene cara que en la cama te da duro|Yo sé, papi, que tú eres muy chulo". Ambos se unen para cantar el coro, gritando "¡Chulo! ¡Chulo!" a todo pulmón mientras recorren la costa del Caribe hacia Limón.
Finalmente llegan al Airbnb, que está literalmente en medio de la nada, en la jungla, con un estilo hippie donde los extranjeros parecen pasarse el día fumando hierba. Enzo te mira con seriedad, mientras tú te ríes como una loca y le dices: "Tranquilo, esto es solo por una semanita, como dijiste". Enzo te mira, luego dirige el volante hacia la entrada del Airbnb, que resulta ser una cabaña de bambú, y te dice sarcásticamente: "¡Boluda! ¿Se te olvidó mi relación peculiar con los mosquitos?" Tú lo miras sorprendida y admites: "¡Loco, olvidé comprar repelente!" Enzo, con calma y madurez, responde: "Vi un mercado en el camino, nos detenemos ahí más tarde y compramos algo". Tú, como una niña emocionada, le dices: "¡Dale!"
Al entrar al Airbnb, emocionada abres la puerta de la cabaña, siendo tú quien tiene la llave. Pero, al abrir, lo primero que hacés es tirarte a la cama como un sapo. Sin embargo, después te das cuenta de algo: solamente hay una cama. Y le decís a Enzo: “¡Ay loco! Vas a tener que dormir en el piso, yo te presto una almohada”. Pero Enzo te mira con una sonrisa pícara y te dice, en tono coqueto: “Pero, yo quería dormir con vos”. Después de un largo silencio, te ponés colorada como un tomate y parece que Enzo se da cuenta, cambiando rápidamente de tema diciendo: “Eh… vamos al mercado, que ya veo que no hay nada en la cocina”. Te levantás rápidamente de la cama como un resorte y le decís: “¡Vamo’!”
Cuando te disponías a subir al auto, Enzo te hace una señal de que no, y te dice: "(Y/N), es caminando, ¿no te diste cuenta?". Tú le respondes: "Ni idea, no vi nada". Enzo te mira seriamente y te dice: "Loca, está a menos de cinco minutos". Tú, con apuro, comienzas a caminar rápidamente y le dices: "¡Vamos, vamos!"
Ambos caminan juntos por el exuberante estilo de la jungla, el verdor y la vida salvaje los rodean mientras se dirigen al mercado. El silencio de la naturaleza los envuelve, solo interrumpido por el suave susurro de las hojas movidas por la brisa y el canto de las aves. Tú observas a Enzo con admiración, maravillándote de cómo se sumerge en la belleza natural con su cámara vintage. Él captura imágenes de todo lo que encuentra a su paso: las intrincadas formas de las plantas, los adorables osos perezosos columpiándose en las ramas, los coloridos pájaros que revolotean entre los árboles. Mientras tanto, tú lo observas con cariño, pensando en lo hermoso que es Enzo y en cómo parece fundirse con el entorno.
De repente, Enzo gira hacia ti, con el lente de su cámara apuntando en tu dirección. Instintivamente, volteas rápidamente como si estuvieras fascinada por una pequeña flor amarilla que apareció de la nada, tratando de disimular tu sorpresa. Enzo, con una sonrisa traviesa, te toma una foto, luego otra. Cuando finalmente volteas hacia él, lo encuentras un poco nervioso, como si temiera haber sido descubierto.
Finalmente, llegan al mercado de estilo hippie, pero de repente, te tropieza con una columna debido a una piedra que no viste. Rápidamente, Enzo te sujeta firmemente de la cintura, preocupado, te pregunta con tono suave: "¿Estás bien?" Nerviosa por la manera en que te agarró, respondes en voz baja: "Sí, gracias".
Una vez dentro del supermercado, lo primero que hacen es comprar el repelente, algunos jugos, vinos, frutas, papas fritas y algunas chucherías para no morirse de hambre. Después de pagar, se dirigen de regreso al Airbnb, que ya está oscuro. Enzo enciende la fogata mientras tú preparas los vasos de vino. En un momento tranquilo, Enzo te agradece por haberlo invitado, diciendo: "Gracias por invitarme, (Y/N), realmente necesitaba estar contigo en un lugar así". Tú, ya bastante nerviosa por las mariposas revoloteando en tu estómago, le dices: "Te extrañaba mucho". Enzo, con una sonrisa tierna, te abre los brazos para que lo abraces y te dice: "Ven acá, chiquita". Toda roja y casi a punto de llorar, corres hacia él para abrazarlo.
Mientras se abrazan, puedes sentir cómo Enzo se relaja ante ti, soltando un suspiro tembloroso y suave, al igual que tú. Estar cerca de él te hace darte cuenta de cómo se apoya en tu cuello y respira suavemente, dándote un beso cálido en el cuello. Tú lo miras a los ojos y, sin poder resistirte, lo besas en los labios. Él corresponde al beso y, después de un largo suspiro, te dice: "No sabes cuánto quería estar finalmente contigo así. Te quiero mucho, te re quiero". Tú le respondes: “Ay, Enzo, ¿por qué me hacés sentir así?” Enzo te dice: "Porque siento lo mismo".
#enzo vogrincic#enzo vogrincic fic#enzo vogrincic x reader#society of the snow#fanfic#la sociedad de la nieve#my writing#uruguay#latina#spanish#argentina#necesito que enzo actúe en más pelis#agustín pardella#matias recalt#Spotify
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ranking de fofoqueiros do cast de lsdln
fonte: arial 12
10. enzo
desculpem irmãs e irmões, o enzo não gosta de fofoquinha - ou pelo menos é o que ele diz. quase nunca te conta nada de ninguém pq preza muito pelo respeito à privacidade alheia, a não ser que seja no intuito de dividir uma história ou fazer algum comentário por cima mesmo (e ele jura que tem diferença, viu?), e também quase nunca te dá muita bola quando vc chega anunciando "AMOR, VOCÊ NÃO SABE DA ÚLTIMA!". ele escuta, sim, com todo o amor do mundo (vc jura que os olhinhos chegam a brilhar algumas vezes) mas é só pq vc é o amorzinho dele e ele adora te escutar tagarelar sobre qualquer assunto, essa é a real. a grande sacada aqui é prender a atenção dele com teu charme e investir em contar só as maiores bombas - quando ele arregala os olhos na hora e chega até a colocar a famosa mãozinha no peito, vc sabe que tem ele todo ouvidos. quer saber apenas dos detalhes mais importantes senão sente que tá invadindo muito a vida dos outros e ele detesta isso. vai ficar com a história martelando no fundo da cabeça a noite inteira, no entanto, e na hora de dormir vai perguntar bem de mansinho, no escuro e quando os dois já estão deitados na cama, "mas vem cá, amor - ela falou aquilo mesmo?"
9. della
o della já é meio neutro - pra ele fofoca nem fede nem cheira, o importante é estar conversando e passando um tempinho de qualidade com vc. não repassa informações pq não vê sentido e só manda um "pô, foi mal, amor... não achei que você fosse ligar" quando vc fica sabendo que ele já sabia de algo e pergunta pq não te contou. é bem propenso a te informar só o que se passa com os amigos ou com a família dele (não liga nadinha de acompanhar a vida dos outros) e isso se não for muito grave (tem muito respeito pela privacidade deles também). mas ele vai ter que admitir que, dependendo, às vezes uma boa fofoca é legal, sim. se for muito absurda e inacreditável ou principalmente se for engraçada ele vai AMAR e vai ficar totalmente preso nas suas palavras; vai até apoiar o queixo na mão e te encarar com os olhinhos bem atentos, aguardando ansiosamente pelo desfecho. depois só vai soltar um "caraca... que doideira, né?" e seguir a vida dele
8. pipe
outro que fala que não liga muito mas na verdade ele só é bem seletivo - tem certos assuntos e pessoas que ele prefere morrer do que ter que te escutar discorrer sobre e outros que, meu Deus, só falta ele cair da cadeira de tão desesperado por saber o que foi que rolou. é o rei das expressões: arregala os olhos, tampa a boca com a mão, dá uma arfada e às vezes até chora de rir. dependendo do nível de tragédia da história é capaz dele ficar chateado e borocoxô o resto da noite, comentando um "poxa, amor... ele não devia ter feito aquilo, né? mó paia" no meio do filme que vcs estão assistindo e ainda responde como se fosse óbvio quando vc pergunta confusa do quê que ele tá falando. e depois que voltam a comentar horrores sobre o assunto, fica todo nervosinho quando vc aponta que ué, não era ele que não era de tititi? e só estala a língua e resmunga um "ih, nada a ver, você que começou! presta atenção lá no filme" na esperança de desviar o assunto. o mais fofinho é que ele confia 100% no teu arsenal de fofoca e assim que fica sabendo minimamente de qualquer coisa que o interessa já vem te perguntar o que vc sabe sobre o assunto e te pedir atualizações constantes <3
7. kuku
como já falei aqui e continuarei a defender até a minha morte: o kuku é muito de boa. tudo que vc quer pra ele tá ótimo. e se o que vc quer é uma sessão de fofoca edificante ele já está mais do que pronto para te dar exatamente isso. ele já vem com uma certa desvantagem pq não é muito ligado na vida alheia ou nos acontecimentos que não tem nada a ver com ele, por isso nunca chega com alguma fofoca prontinha pra vc. mas ele mais do que compensa essa desfalcada com o entusiasmo com o qual te ouve comentar sobre a mais nova do teu serviço, da tua faculdade, da tua família - qualquer assunto pra ele é dentro. faz perguntas e mais perguntas pq tudo que vc fala genuinamente interessa ele e pode contar que ele vai lembrar de tudo, viu? vai até te surpreender quando lança o "ah, aquela que bateu boca com o seu chefe uns tempos atrás?" mais despretensioso do mundo quando vc menciona alguém de quem não fala há meses. e fica todo felizinho quando vc elogia a memória e a animação dele e aceita de boníssimo grado o título de teu parceiro de fofoca 🎀 com o tempo vai começar até a tentar te trazer fofocas próprias! um ícone da evolução
6. rafa
introvertido que só ele, rafa passa mais tempo observando do que falando e por isso acaba pescando informações que só ele enxerga, pq está sempre prestando atenção. ele é o verdadeiro Eles Estão Diolho EmNois Da Silva. e essas informações, após filtradas, são quase todinhas passadas pra vc. é incrível como ele chega com uma carinha de sapeca diferente, de quem sabe o que vc não sabe (e realmente é isso) e apenas fala "adivinha", bem enigmático mesmo. rafa só não entrou no nosso top 5 pois, depois que ele já te passou as informações, não tem muito a acrescentar - não é muito de comentar da vida alheia ou julgar, então apenas espera quieto, fazendo um comentáriozinho ou outro, enquanto vc tira suas próprias conclusões e não se prolonga muito no assunto. quando vc chega para contar a mais nova, ele é meio da pegada do enzo e do della: vai ouvir, pode até fazer umas perguntas aqui e ali mas meio que fica só por isso mesmo. fofoca com ele é mais um serviço de delivery de informações, assim que já cumpriu o propósito dele (e cumpre bem), está pronto pra seguir com o dia
5. santi
a partir daqui, fofocar com qualquer um deles certamente curaria onde dói. e, para abrir nosso top 5, temos ele, o fofoqueiro mais caótico de todos: pode entrar, santiago! santi tem um jeitinho especial de enganar bem todo mundo: com a carinha de anjo, somada à afirmação constante de que não é de fuxico, acaba se tornando uma figura de confiança pra muita gente, até desconhecidos (não é raro ele chegar em casa te contando a história de vida de uma desconhecida que o alugou no caminho inteiro que o busão faz até a casa de vcs), mas mal sabem eles que tudo que entra pelo ouvido dele vai direto pro teu. e a energia caótica nem entrou pra jogo aqui ainda. não, ela aparece quando ele chega com uma overdose de informações, milhares de fofocas que ele coletou ao longo do dia e já te lança umas três diferentes logo de uma vez assim que abre a porta de casa. ele não liga de ser o maior provedor de buchicho na relação, mas vai querer essa reciprocidade de ser a primeira pessoa pra quem vc conta tudo também. e é o melhor ouvinte apesar do caos, tá? todas as teorias que ele cria na cabeça dele e vai despejando (e vc que se vire) só fazem parte de todo o charme de fofocar com o santi
4. pardella
agustín tem quase a mesma tática (mesmo que a dele seja até sem querer) que rafa e santi: é muito extrovertido, muito amigo de todo mundo, vereador mesmo, mas mesmo assim passa um ar de confiança e sabe quando ficar quieto. e é aí que ele pega as fofocas no ar. conta todas pra vc, claro, e ouve atentamente quando vc chega com as tuas também; não entrou no nosso top 3 justamente pq valoriza super esse momento de vcs e não é toda hora que faz, mas ao mesmo tempo isso é justamente o que o difere do resto e o coloca em 4º lugar. pra ele, esse é um momento todo especial, sagrado. fofoca, sempre que possível, não deve ser contada assim, crua, sem nada (salvo exceções quando realmente não dá pra segurar - ele ainda tem prioridades). mas, quando possível, ele cria todo um ambiente pra vcs se divertirem nessa fuxicada: seja tomando um café no fim de tarde, enquanto fazem hidratação facial com máscaras (que ele aprende a aplicar com vc, todo delicadinho apesar da pegada geralmente mais bruta) ou até mesmo na hora de dormir, enroladinhos um no outro debaixo dos lençóis enquanto recontam os momentos mais marcantes do dia de vcs. mas o que ganha mesmo é quando ele ocasionalmente se empenha até em reencenar os acontecimentos que chegaram aos ouvidos dele - com direito a vozes diferentes para cada personagem (e às vezes até figurino, se ele estiver muito disposto) e uma dramatização de como ele acredita que se sucedeu cada parte da história (fontes: ele sentiu no coração dele). aqui prezamos pela integridade do ranking e dependemos de desempates técnicos mas no meu coração, agustín, vc já foi coroado como o rei do tititi 👑
3. simón
chegamos ao top 3 e fofocar com qualquer um deles seria um sonho. simón é outro que jura que não é "fifi" e chama assim mesmo pq vê como algo negativo - imagina, ficar cuidando da vida dos outros? é muito adepto da frase "não me acompanha que eu não sou novela" e acha que isso é válido para todos em nome da boa convivência. mas ele simplesmente não consegue se conter quando tá perto de vc, mais ainda quando ele percebe como teus olhinhos brilham e tua atenção indisputada fica nele sempre que ele chega com um burburinho novo pra te contar. ele é apenas um homem, afinal, e um homem extremamente fraco por vc. então tudo que ele fica sabendo já manda logo um "tá sabendo da última, minha princesa? 👀" no seu whatsapp ou já chega bem discretamente em vc no meio do rolê mesmo pra comentarem os acontecimentos que estão rolando ali ao vivo. também ganha pontos pela exclusividade: como tem uma suposta aversão a fofoca, só faz quando tá contigo e com mais ninguém. ele só peca um pouco na falta de informações aqui e ali, não sabe explicar algumas coisas e chega com uns buracos nas histórias que deixam a desejar mas ele se esforça e isso nós devemos reconhecer 🙏🏼
2. matías
UM CASAL QUE FOFOCA JUNTO PERMANECE JUNTO! esse é o lema do matí. assume que é fofoqueiro mesmo (mas só pra vc) e é do tipo que até sai em busca da notícia pra chegar com ela quentinha pra vc, direto do forno. tem amizade com todas as senhorinhas da rua e todos os funcionários do condomínio e por isso sabe de todas as últimas de todos os vizinhos. do tipo que já vai correndo pra janela quando tem briga no prédio e até filma ou grava áudio pra te mandar quando vc não tá em casa. como eu disse nesse post aqui, fica TODO chateadinho quando descobre que vc sabia de alguma coisa e não contou pra ele, mais ainda fica mordidinho de ciúmes se descobre que vc contou primeiro pra outra pessoa. vai precisar de no mínimo aí umas 3 fofocas bem suculentas pra ele te perdoar, viu? vcs comentam da vida alheia mesmoooo e na maioria das vezes nem poupam palavras ou se preocupam de ter papas na língua - é uma ocorrência comum um de vcs falar pro outro "limpa que tá escorrendo o veneno aqui, ó" enquanto passa o dedo na boca após uma boa & velha sessão de edificação
1. fran
fofoqueiros não, HISTORIADORES CONTEMPORÂNEOS! é como vcs se chamam. fran acredita piamente que uma boa fofoca é a chave pra qualquer relacionamento saudável - é essencial pra ele ter uma pessoa em quem ele possa confiar pra contar tudo (até o que nem diz respeito a ele) e que confie nele de volta no mesmo tanto, dividindo tudo que sabe. é fã número 1 da forma de fofoca mais tradicional que existe: um cafézinho da tarde com direito a bolo e pão com manteiga, vcs dois sentados na mesa da cozinha e várias horas de assuntos e mais assuntos rolando até se esgotarem. qualquer um pode ser um bom fofoqueiro, mas o fran leva o 1º lugar pq pra ser um historiador contemporâneo é preciso organização e capacidade de ligar os dados para além da simples coleta - se ele começa a te contar uma fofoca nova pode ter CERTEZA que já vem com todo o contexto antes, pelo menos umas quatro tangentes diferentes no meio do assunto para ligá-lo com outras fofocas anteriores e como conclusão uma opinião extremamente profissional e bem pensada da parte dele sobre como a situação vai se desenrolar a partir dali, com direito a prints e outros tipos de provas sempre que possível. simplesmente o maioral!
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Xexy, eu te imploro, faz um headcanon dos meninos como pai de menina 🙏🙏
wn: talvez eu morra
meninos do cast x pai de menina
fem!reader headcanon
tw: muito fofo cuidado
enzo:
primeira coisa que fez quando descobriu que ia ser pai foi colocar aquelas cadeirinhas de bebê na traseira da bike. quando descobriu que era menina, colocou uns adesivos de girl power e you go girl.
inclusive, é super contra essa coisa estereotipada de menina rosa com bonecas e exigiu que o enxoval fosse bem neutro, com bichinhos, e procurou uma educação mais livre.
é pai estilo montesori com o quarto todo adaptado.
faz de tudo pra ser o pai mais presente do mundo, mas, como o trabalho exige que ele viaje muito e fique um pouco ausente, deixa mimos e presentinhos escondidos pela casa antes de ir - pra filha ir achando um todo dia, se fazendo presente.
gosta de assistir filme e desenho com a neném, mas prefere atividades ao ar livre. isso não impede que ele saiba todos os nomes dos amigos da hello kitty. ou saber recitar todo o pequena seria de trás pra frente só pra ver a filha sorrir.
agustín:
é o maior bobo de todos os tempos: guarda cada coisinha que a filha o presenteia, inclusive flores secas e desenhos indecifráveis.
chora na apresentação de dia dos pais da escola com o sorriso mais bobo do mundo. todo ano. e vai chorar quando for mostrar o vídeo da apresentação pra outras pessoas.
tem uma tatuagem com a inicial da neném, tamanho do pezinho e da primeira vez que ela escreveu te amo pra ele.
apesar de ter sim um caminho mais estereotipado, com bonecas e lacinhos e vestidinhos, ele apoia muito a liberdade da filha e deixa ela sempre à vontade pra se expressar como quiser.
é daqueles pais que dá muito apoio a tudo que a filha se propõe a fazer: vai levar pras aulas de dança, de skate, de bateria, de piano, de qualquer coisa. e vai achar ela a melhor da turma, sempre.
fran:
é o pai mais carinhoso do mundo - se não está abraçando a menina, está com ela no braço. enche de beijinho, abraço, eu te amos e você é linda.
gosta de fazer penteados até na época que o cabelo é super duper ralinho.
inclusive, é daqueles que compra roupas fashion pra bebê e criança. a menina é um luxo, anda sempre o mais atualizada e antenada com as tendências possíveis. param a rua. ainda mais quando eles resolvem sair combinando.
convidado número um e vip dos chás da tarde e brincadeiras de boneca. e ele entra na brincadeira mesmo, viu? cria personagem com história e tudo.
adora fazer a hora da dança.
matías:
quase caiu pra trás quando descobriu que ia ser pai? sim. mas assumiu desde o primeiro momento e chorou um pouquinho quando descobriu que ia ser menina.
tem a mesma idade mental da filha, então se dão super bem.
isso significa que ele também birra quando ela desobedece ou faz algo que ele não gosta. é muito engraçado.
deixa ela rabiscar ele todinho, encher de adesivo, cortar cabelo com tesoura e maquiar ele com aquelas maquiagens de criança. os dois adoram.
bebê quer? papai dá. faz todas as vontades e todos os quereres. mas tenta explicar que faz porque quer e pode, porque ela é uma menina educada ou porque fez algo de bom. ele mima, mas tenta evitar que ela se torne mimada.
kuku:
é aquele estilo de pai que, caso a filha comente que gosta de maçã, aparece no dia seguinte com 20 maçãs de baixo do braço com a maior naturalidade possível.
é apaixonado pela filha. cheio de fotos dela no celular, na geladeira, em porta retratos. mostra inclusive pra estranhos quando tem oportunidade.
primeiro da fila de todas as apresentações que ela resolva fazer na vida. e o primeiro a aplaudir de pé.
são super grudadinhos e ela sempre corre pros braços dele quando se sente mal, doente ou ameaçada. é um grude só.
adoram assistir filme juntos e toda sexta-feira é dia de cinema em casa.
pipe:
pai de menina daqueles que sai na rua usando blusa escrito pai de menina com a menina em questão nos braços.
leu e releu oitenta vezes vários livros sobre os cuidados e particularidades de ser pai de menina.
inclusive, sabia mais sobre menstruação que a própria mãe no sentido técnico da coisa.
chora se ela se machuca ou se é machucada. é horrível quando ela tem que fazer exame porque pipe não se aguenta de tanto chorar, atrapalhando todo mundo no processo.
fez uma mini cozinha pra ele e sua mini querida cozinharem omeletes e pratos simples juntos. deixa ela ter a maior autonomia possível.
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Besos Robados (Parte 1) - Matías Recalt x Reader x Enzo Vogrincic
Pairing: Matías Recalt y Enzo Vogrincic
Advertencias: La parte de antes del sexo.
Notas: ¿Parte dos? Comenta!
Hacia unos días atrás, después de los Goyas, que se quedaron un par de compañeros a seguir festejando la cantidad de premios recibidos. Fueron a un after y siguieron con los tragos y la musica, en el reservado se oía mucho más floja, con la oportunidad de poder charlar aún con la música puesta.
Al ser veinteañeros, la mayoría, decidisteis jugar a la botella, como cuando eran adolescentes. Algunos prefirieron bailar o seguir tomando tragos, pero una minoría quiso jugar. Generalmente ya ibais un poco bebidos por lo que la sensación de lo prohibido vibraba en el aire. Por suerte no eras la única chica, sino que algunos habían traído a sus parejas.
La primer pareja que quiso jugar fue la de Matías y Malena. Tú los habías visto besándose por los rincones y riendo de bromas suyas y habías tenido curiosidad. No era un secreto que Matías era un chico guapo, y que según el beso en el set que os disteis, él como Canessa y tú como Laurita, besaba de lujo. Verlos tan pegados, disfrutando el uno del otro te hizo suspirar y pensar como sería si tu fueras su novia. Si te besara y te tocara de esa manera.
Tu vida amorosa era complicada, no podías tener a Matías por quien empezabas a sentir algo y también disfrutabas de tiempo a solas con Enzo. Había empezado tras el rodaje de la película, tú estabas soltera y para él estabas super buena y eras una compañía encantadora, y viceversa. Besaba como si siempre hubiera sabido besar. Era una sensación tan sobre-acogedora que no podías evitar terminar en la cama la mayoría de veces. Y no te quejabas de ello. Pero no era nada serio, simplemente erais amigos con derecho a roce.
La segunda pareja en ofrecerse fuisteis vosotros. También se unieron varios chicos y chicas más, solteras o con pareja. La botella empezó a rodar con la tirada de Malena, quién le toco con un chico al que no conocías. Seguidamente de silbidos y gritos, era tu turno. Así como giraba parecía que fueras a besarte con Blas, pero no fue así. La botella se paró entre Enzo y Matías. Malena te dijo que volvieras a tirar que eso no contaba. Lo volviste a hacer con un resultado totalmente idéntico. Agustín dijo que eligieras quién más te gustaba, guiñándote un ojo. Para él era fácil, solo miraba con su novia al lado.
Besaste a Enzo, casi por costumbre, pero no sin sentir la pasión y la lengua cariñosa de él. El beso era suave y dulce. Había tomado un trago con sirope y podías lamerlo en el interior de su boca. Un escalofrío te subió por la espalda. Quisiste agarrarlo y nunca soltarle. Pero eso era lo que te provocaba el alcohol, una facilidad para calentarte con cualquier roce. O simplemente era Enzo, que era lo más probable.
Matías bebió de su copa un poco enfurruñado. Al parecer, no era un secreto que el joven había puesto el ojo sobre ti, un secreto a voces incluso, menos para ti. Tú solo sabías de su relación abierta pero no querías inmiscuirte, por lo que decidiste besar a Enzo, por mucho que os hubieras besado previamente. Aún así, Matías sintió un deseo extraño: los dos increíblemente atractivos besándoos como si no hubiera un mañana de la forma más pasional que hubiera. Puede que quisiera algo de eso. Suspiró y miró a sus novia, ¿le importaría si sucediera algo así? Probablemente no.
Por como avanzaba la noche, sabías que ibas a irte a la habitación de hotel de Enzo. No os dejabais de mirar y no podías resistirte a sus encantos de caballero. Te susurraba al oído y te estremecías, te daba de beber de su trago, te besaba en el cuello cuando alguien le tocaba besarse con otra persona. La fiesta no tardó en terminar y con las limusinas os fuisteis todos al hotel reservado.
Nota: ¿Qué pasara? ¿Enzo y tú pasareis la noche juntos? ¿Se unirá Matías? Eso lo veremos en la parte dos, si es que os interesa. Comentad o dad me gusta y me lo haréis saber.
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Hello, I Love You
Matías x Reader x Enzo Vogrincic
Summary: Matías plans to confess to you on Valentines Day.
Reader is gender neutral.
P.S. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE!!
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Matías' POV:
It is Valentines Day tomorrow and I'm preparing to confess to Y/N. My best friend. I have bought a pink teddy bear along with a rose I have planted myself. A few minutes have passed of me just wondering if I should do this but I decided to take the risk, and I have now finished wrapping the teddy bear and rose into a gift bag. I can't wait to see the look on Y/N's face when I confess to them. I have had a crush on them for a long time. Ever since I laid my eyes on theirs, I just knew right then and there, that I loved them. I continued loving them silently until today, where I finally have the courage to confess to them. Tomorrow, me, Y/N, and the cast of LSDLN have made plans to dine at a restaurant near a beach. I'm going to bring Y/N to the beach after dining at the restaurant and confess to them right there. I hope everything goes well.
The Next Day:
I woke up extra early today to recite my confession to them. I jumped out of bed and went in front of the bathroom mirror. Here I go..
Y/N, there's something I've been longing to say to you.. I love you. Ever since I first laid eyes on you a year ago, I knew that I loved you. I knew that this wasn't a feeling that's going to go away easily. I've always thought you were so beautiful, from your eyes to your skin. Could we be more than friends?
It took me more than a few times to read my confession throughly. I was excited but at the same time nervous. Today, I'm going to look the best I've ever looked. Heart earrings, a red suit with my hair slicked back. I did my morning routine and headed out the door.
Time Skip
Hours have passed, me, Y/N, and the cast of LSDLN were almost done with our dinner. I could barely eat as I was too nervous. I just sat there, biting my fingernails and picking at the skin there. Y/N had left. I didn't know where they went.
"Where's Y/N?" I said. I was worried they might have left. "Oh, they're outside. They went to walk around the beach, I think." Agustín responded. He gave me a wink and said, "are you finally going to confess to them?" I was embarrassed. "Y-yeah.." I looked away from him. "Well, you better hurry up or they're going to leave!" Agustín said. He wasted no time, and grabbed my wrist and ran outside with me. He was so fast I could barely keep up. Once we were in front of the door, he opened it, pushed me outside and slammed the door shut with a grin on his face. I grew nervous.
I walked for a few mintues. It was a little dark outside and then there they were, admiring the waves of the ocean with their bright white dress/suit, which made them stand out from how dark it was. You could see them from far away. Before I could shout out their name, they noticed me and turned to me. "Hey Matías!" They said with sparkling eyes. I didn't say hi back. I just walked up to them slowly. I was hiding my gift for them behind my back. Suddenly, drops of rain fell from the sky.
"Y/N.." I stuttered. My face grew red and my heart was beating out of my chest. "Yes?" They said. The way they looked at me with their beautiful eyes stopped me dead in my tracks. It felt like time has froze. "Y/N.. there's something I've been longing to say.." I said. I looked into their eyes. I handed them my gift but they just looked at me with a shocked expression on their face and refused to take it. I thought that there was something wrong so I didn't bother to continue my confession and spoke up. "Hm? What's wrong?" I said, still handing out the gift and my voice showing concern. My voice also showed glee. It was fake glee. I wanted them to be comfortable to tell me what was wrong. There was more rain but it wasn't enough to make us completely wet.
"Y/N!" A male voice from behind me shouted. I looked back and it was Enzo. Of course.. I grew suspicious and my heart dropped. I stopped handing out the gift. He walked past me like I wasn't even there and stopped in front of Y/N. "I've been looking all over for you!" He said, showing concern just like me. "Well, you found me!" Y/N responded. They both giggled. It seemed like they forgotten I was there until Enzo then looked at me. "Oh hey Matías, what are you doing?" He asked. He was just as suspicious as me. Before I could speak up, Y/N said, "Matías was just going to say something to me. Would you give us some privacy, Enzo?" They walked Enzo further away from me. I noticed that their hand was on his back as they both walked. My heart felt like it was bleeding. Y/N returned.
"Umm.. what were you going to say, Matías?" They said. Their smile disappeared. "Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry." I said. I tried my best to fake a smile. "..You and Enzo are?" I looked into their eyes. "We're together." They said, still with a concerned look. "Oh, uh, when?" My voice began to break. "About a week ago." They responded. They didn't look at me. I was too late. My heart is broken. I didn't respond for what felt like years. I faked yet another smile. "Congrats! I'm so proud of you!" I shouted, giving them a pat on the back. "I hope you'll be happy." My voice broke again. I turned around for a few seconds to wipe away my tears and fix my face.
It started to rain hard. Enzo ran to Y/N with an umbrella, and they both huddled underneath it. I had no umbrella, and my clothes got wet. "Well, I'm going to leave now." I said, giving the couple a goodbye. I turned around and began to run away while letting out all my feelings. Tears are running down my cheeks and my clothes getting wet as well as my hair too. I used my gift on my head to try to cover me from the rain. "Come with us!" Y/N shouted. The rain was pouring loudly. I could barely hear them, and I didn't respond to them. I lost focus and fell down onto the puddle beneath me. My clothes got dirty and so did the gift for them. Y/N ran to me, but I signaled them with my hand to stop. They stopped there in the rain. I got up and limped all the way back inside the restaurant. I never once looked back. As I limped, I got stares and glares from everyone inside the restaurant. I felt like a fool. Agustin, as well as the rest of the LSDLN cast, stared at me with shocked faces. Agustín was about to run after me when Fran stopped him by grabbing his arm. "Give him some space." Fran said. "He'll come to us when he's ready." Fran added on. The both of them shook their heads no as they were in disbelief on what had happened.
I burst into the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me. Luckily, there was nobody inside. My back slid down the wall as I broke down into tears. My hands covering my face. I was cold and wet. My clothes ruined as well as the gift I made for Y/N. I looked into the gift bag and held the rose in my hand. My face was as red as the rose. I wanted to crush the rose in my hands, but at the same time, I wanted to keep it either for memory or just in case. "Why me?" I whimpered. My bottom lip trembling. All this time I was dreaming that I'd be with someone like Y/N, but I never dreamed that I'd lose someone like them.
I was wearing red on the outside but I was feeling blue in the inside.
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No cure (Julieta x Reader)
for nonie, hope you like it
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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”
“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”
“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”
She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.
"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"
And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.
There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.
It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.
Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.
Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.
She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.
And then there was Isabela.
From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.
Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.
The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.
Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.
Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).
The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.
And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened.
You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.
She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.
So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.
You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.
Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.
A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.
Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.
Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.
She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.
You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.
Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.
"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.
"YOU COULD KILL HER!"
"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"
"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"
"Juli-"
"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”
“No, mija, that’s-”
“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?”
The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.
“Julieta-”
“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”
“Mom, I didn’t-”
“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”
The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.
“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”
“Juli-”
“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”
And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.
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But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.
And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”
“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again
“Mija”
“Mami”
“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”
“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had
“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”
#reader insert#x reader#imagine#julieta x reader#julieta madrigal imagine#julieta madrigal x you#julieta madrigal preference#julieta madrigal x reader#julieta madrigal#encanto preferences#encanto imagine#encanto x reader#encanto#angst#i regret nothing
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Fic recommendation of the week!
I'm late sorry! Here are my recommendations of the week!
First is Not Mamá, a oneshot about Agustín taken care of a clinging baby Camilo while Pepa is taking a deserved rest.
That's so funny and cute! Though I feel so bad for Agustín literally rejected by Camilo only because he's not Pepa.
A oneshot published by my friend @thecrazyashley-blog, set before Elena, her OC, arrived in the Encanto.
Mirabel is frustrated about Camilo being friends with a Bully. Tío explains some things to her.
I love Bruno's talk to Mirabel ! Also that's true. No, I loved that OS that's so interesting and touching. I feel so bad for Mirabel though.
The last fic is The Almost Perfect Plan, by @vamos-a-las-estrellas! A Bruno x fem!Reader! Reader is a free spirit who does not want to be married, prefering taking care of her own professional goals. Since Bruno feels the same, they decided to pretend they're a couple.
It's been a while it had been updated and I honestly thought it was simply abandoned. I'm glad it wasn't though and with a very good chapter which made me want to know what happens next!
I really love how Reader does not think anything about Bruno, then is slowly falling for him because of course she'd fall for him, he's wonderful! Well, reader herself is an interesting character I really want to identify with. She's a free spirit whose priority is her own little professional projects and don't want to be dependant of a man.
That's all folks!
#encanto#encanto fic rec#fic recommendation#fic rec#bruno x reader#bruno x female reader#agustín madrigal#bruno madrigal#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal
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