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Julieta & Bruno headcanons
for @hectic-hector we both know these two are the best!
They're 15 minutes apart
Julieta gave Alma a heart attack because she was born calm, without crying or noise.
But she was the healthiest baby. Bruno was born weaker and smaller than his sisters.
He couldn't sleep alone, he always had to be between his sisters, but over time Pepa became more independent, leaving them alone.
It never bothered Julieta, and even after getting their own rooms and gifts, she would always leave an empty spot next to her on the bed, knowing that Bruno would appear at any time of the night.
While Pepa preferred to play outside and explore, Bruno and Julieta were home children. They would play chess, cards, puzzles, or read together.
They were the ones who could pretend to be each other, which greatly bothered Pepa. They stopped when they realized that it really hurt her not to look like her siblings.
Bruno was Julieta's guinea pig while she learned to cook. He trusted his sister, and no matter how bad the food looked, he would eat it and be honest about the taste.
Because of this, Bruno actually learned to cook and is really good at it, he just prefers to leave the hard work to his sister.
But he doesn't hesitate to take over if Julieta needs to rest.
Bruno was the baby when they played. Always. Sometimes it was hard for him to know when the game ended because Julieta would treat him like a baby anyway.
He's a gentleman and he was since he was little. He would open the door for his sisters or help them cross puddles or give them the hand when they went down the stairs.
Again, with Pepa more interested in exploring and being independent, Bruno stopped doing it with her, but he always did it for Julieta, even as adults, he still retains those instincts and makes sure to be a total gentleman with her.
Pepa complains about this, saying that he was never "good" to her and that it was obvious who his favorite sister was.
Bruno simply agrees and hugs Julieta while he sticks his tongue out at Pepa.
"As if she wasn't your favorite too" (Yes, yes she is. Julieta is the favorite sister of her two siblings, but they still love each other…in their own way)
Julieta just laughs, but she hugs Bruno back while she smiles evilly at Pepa just to annoy her.
"Mamá!! Your children are evil!!" "I don't remember any of them breaking my vases as kids, tho" "I can't believe this family treats me like this, betrayal after betrayal." (Pepa's the drama queen, you can't change my mind)
Bruno was not very good at school, he was better than Pepa, but he still had a hard time understanding many things. Julieta spent afternoons patiently explaining to him what she had understood.
For that reason, Bruno got used to going to her when he had doubts, even after returning to the family.
Julieta's the secret keeper for both her siblings. In a way, she knows them better than Alma (or Félix in Pepa's case) ever will.
When Julieta felt too pressured by the expectations of her mother and the town, she hid in Bruno's room.
He never questioned it, he simply sat with her, listening to her without interrupting and offering hugs from time to time (he didn't know what else to do).
She knew that she didn't have to be perfect with him, that she could make mistakes, do stupid things, scream, jump, just be herself, without fear of being judged.
Bruno loves those moments. He got used to seeing his older sister as a perfect doll, it was nice to be able to see her being human again.
Julieta was the only person Pepa couldn't beat in a fight (the woman is strong, okay? We don't give her enough credit just because she's the calmest of the triplets), which is why Bruno hid behind her every time Pepa intimidated him.
She cooked whatever she was in the mood to make, but it was more common for her to spoil Bruno with food than her sister and mother. But she would never admit it.
When the grandchildren were born, Julieta's daughters immediately chose him as their favorite "mom's sibling".
"It wasn't enough for you to steal my sister, now you are also taking my nieces from me?!" "Pepa, your cloud!"
When his sisters started dating, instead of trying to seem intimidating, he would simply tell the suitors that if they hurt any of them, he would give them a horrible vision (he knows his gift doesn't work like that, but it was his way of protecting Pepa and Juli).
His favorite niece is Mirabel. No questions, no doubts. I'm not even going to argue this point, I'll just say that she was his favorite from the moment she was born (probably because she looked so much like Julieta and in a way he felt like he could repay her for all the love and care she had for him through Mirabel).
The night he disappeared, the only person he had time to write to was Julieta. He didn't tell her where he was going, he just asked her not to hate him and that he promised her he would be okay. He thanked her for everything she had done for him and said he was sorry for not being the best brother to her.
It was the worst pain Julieta had ever felt. It was as if she had lost one of her babies, and she refused to leave her room for weeks, clinging to that letter.
In the end, only Pepa was able to get her out of there, reminding her that she still had her, and that she needed her. The two became closer in those years because of the fear they had of losing each other too.
Julieta hated her mother and sister's unspoken rule not to talk about Bruno. She hated it with all her soul, but she knew that she couldn't do anything about it if she didn't want to make things worse for Mirabel.
She didn't say anything when Pepa went to vent to her and inevitably ended up cursing Bruno, she simply sat next to her and hugged her, even if she didn't agree with what she said.
Still, she couldn't be mad at Bruno. Hurt, sad and desperate maybe, but never really angry.
She could never hate him, she could not curse his name nor could she harbor resentment in her heart for having left her. He was still her brother and even though she didn't know where he was, she still loved him and refused to say a single bad thing about him.
Bruno not only chose the hiding place near the kitchen because of the free food, but because it is the place where Julieta spent the most time, and being with her (even if she didn't know it) calmed him down and made him feel better.
He sometimes wondered if what he did was worth it, as he listened to Julieta break down little by little.
There's no way in the world Julieta left him out of her sight for more than a few minutes when he returned. There was simply no human power that would make her turn away from him, for fear of losing him again if she looked away.
Bruno didn't care, knowing that he had years to make up for hurting her.
Curiously, rebuilding his relationship with her was more difficult than with Pepa and Alma or anyone else.
Perhaps because he had never been as close to them as he was with his older sister, and it broke his heart to realize that the reason the miracle had broken in the first place was not just because of Alma's expectations on the family, but because he himself had broken the strongest bond he had as well.
It took a few months for them to start trusting each other the same way they had. Bruno had to learn to talk to her freely again, without sounding like he was walking on eggshells around her.
And Julieta had to learn to give him space, to trust that he wouldn't leave again and take his word that she hadn't been the reason he left in the first place, that she really had done enough and more for him.
It was a slow process, but they managed to make it work and that was all that mattered to them.
And that's all for now because I could go on and on about these two and we would never leave this post. I just love them so so much!!! (and Pepa too)
#julieta madrigal#julieta my beloved#bruno madrigal#julieta madrigal preference#julieta madrigal imagine#bruno madrigal preference#bruno madrigal imagine#julieta & bruno#madrigal triplets#at least two of them#encanto preferences#encanto imagines#encanto headcanons#encanto
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When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]
Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.
Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk
Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME
Created: February 19, 2022
Published: February 25, 2023
— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.
Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.
You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.
It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.
Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.
You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.
"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.
"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.
"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.
"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"
"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.
"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.
As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.
"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.
"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."
"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"
Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.
Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.
You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.
Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.
Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.
Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.
Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.
"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.
"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.
The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."
Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."
"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."
"Learned from the master!"
— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.
Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.
You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.
You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.
The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.
"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.
"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.
"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.
No one ignores him.
"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"
With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.
"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.
The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.
The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.
He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?
Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."
"But I just got to my favorite part!"
"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."
But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"
"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.
"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."
Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.
"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.
"Your what?"
"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."
"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"
Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."
The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."
there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.
"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.
"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.
your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."
"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.
carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.
but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.
"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck
"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?
chop.
"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.
carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."
"say what back?"
"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."
"carlito, i just want sleep."
"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.
that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"
"say i love you too, then I'll get off."
"no!"
"why not? i know you love me, say it back."
you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.
"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."
pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."
"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"
"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.
"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."
#encanto imagines#encanto#ecanto x reader#dolores madrigal#Dolores x reader#dolored madrigal x reader#carlos madrigal virus#carlos x reader#carlos madrigal x reader
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Breathe, Mi Amor-Bruno x reader
Request: yes (anonymous)- “can we please have a protective Bruno after discovering someone giving the reader some very unwanted attention?”
Warning: contains themes of sexual harassment (brief) and angst
Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: creepy behavior (with intoxication), long writing, google translate
Another party? Sheesh, Bruno didn’t remember there being this many before he left. Granted, the children were little and most already had their gifts, but still. Now it was practically a bi-weekly tradition. And every party was just as excitedly talked about around town as the last. It never got old apparently. Well, it did for Bruno. After the small celebration of his return, followed by the housewarming party after Casita was finished, his social battery was pretty much empty.
He adjusted his rauna in the mirror. Mirabel had demanded to make him a new one, considering he had been wearing the same one for the past ten years or so. It wasn’t too far off from the last, just a deeper, more forest-ey green and a much darker pattern. Plus, Mira had made the old one into a pillow, which his little rodent friends enjoyed sleeping on. In an attempt to look nicer, he tied his hair up loosely. He was so used to his old rauna and hair in his face that it almost made him feel exposed in a way. His neck felt colder, that’s for sure. He fidgeted with his clothing more, looking over his appearance in almost a nervous manner. He glanced over at one of the rats, who of which was staring at him from their seat on his dresser. “What are you looking at me like that for?” He asked, tilting his head a bit as he scratched the back of the rat’s neck. The rat almost mimicked him, climbing onto his hand and up his arm. Settling on his shoulder, the rodent’s little hands pawed at a few loose curls. Bruno smiled softly, looking at him from the mirror. “Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about it either.” He shrugged, gently scooping the rat in his hand and returning him to his dresser. “Y’know, I would ask that you and your little buddies don’t raid the snack table again. Or at least please wait until everyone has left. You guys are lucky Antonio took the heat for you guys the last time and said that you could.” His expression was unamused as the rat almost seemed to smile, hopping off of the bed and into one of the little holes in the wall.
Bruno rolled his eyes as he huffed and straightened his posture, making his way towards the door. “Oscar, you’re in charge.” He gave a serious nod towards a smaller rat with silvery-brown fur, earning a sniff and a blink in response. “Good enough”, he said with a shrug as he closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he began his descent down the hundreds of stairs. As Casita was rebuilt, a much faster pulley system was introduced to his cave as a way to get up and down. The people were curious as to why Bruno still insisted on keeping the stairs, as he claimed it was simply for aesthetic purposes. In reality, he used the extra few minutes to gather any last-minute thoughts before he faced the world again. The soft sand crunched under his feet as he made the final stretch to the door, hesitating a bit as his hand rested on the doorknob. Though he wasn’t given much time to think, as the door flung open and the tiles under his feet tossed him forward. Thankfully, there were no longer stairs between his door and the main balcony of doors. “Hey! Knock it off, will ya?” He regained his footing and dusted himself off as his door slammed behind him.
“Hey tío! Lookin sharp!” Mirabel rushed past him in a blur, followed by Luisa with several crates stacked in their arms. One sister obviously struggled more than the other, but she definitely had the enthusiasm. “Oh! Uh, gracias.” He gave a nervous chuckle, stepping out of the way. A plush ball of orange material bounced off the top of his head, dropping down by his feet. “Sorry! Could you pass that back?” Camillo shouted up to his uncle, motioning to the ball of streamers that he had been tossing in between the rafters. Bruno chuckled as he tossed it back, making sure to wrap it around the banister a few times to make his nephew’s job just slightly easier.
Looking around the room, Bruno could see every family member buzzing around the house. Carrying platters, tossing rugs, lighting candles, you name it. It was honestly rather overwhelming, the the excessively loud volume that neither he and most likely Dolores didn’t appreciate. He debated just turning around and heading right back into his room. The thought was short lived as he heard his name called from the kitchen doorway. “Aye! Bruno!” Julieta stepped from the doorframe, dusting her hands on her somehow pristine apron. “Mind running to the grocer’s? I didn’t pick up enough tomatoes this morning.” Bruno gave a bit of a stuttered nod, heading towards the stairs. An incredibly strong floral scent flooded his senses as he reached the main floor, Isabela not far behind. “Plus, you’ll get the chance to visit your novia.” Isa gave a genuine smile, despite her teasing giggle. Bruno quirked a brow, Isa falling into step beside him as he headed towards the front doors. “Who are you referring to?” Isa rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t play that game. Literally everyone in town is aware of your little crush on seniorita (y/n). I wouldn’t be surprised if she realized it too.” Bruno only shrugged her off as they passed through the doors. He supposed she was coming with him then. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Isa huffed as the doors closed behind them, beginning their walk towards the market. “Oh come on! The stares? Your face is always red when she’s around? Last time she even looked at you, I watched you trip on your own feet and land in a bush!” Bruno immediately stiffened, shaking his head slightly. “Hey! It was one time, my allergies were peaking because of your pollen, and I couldn’t see. It’s not my fault!” He raised his hands in defense. Isa only snickered. “You’re a bad liar, you know that?” Nothing was said for a few moments. “We’re here to get tomatoes. Nothing more.” A firm statement that the conversation was officially over. The rest of the walk was silent, the passing conversation of townsfolk really the only sound.
The silence was finally broken as Bruno opened the door, followed by a small “after you,” as he followed his niece in. “Welcome in!” The two were immediately met with a madhouse. Supply was flying off the shelves faster than they could be stocked, children ran around the tables in loud and excited conversation, and a line for the register was stretched nearly the entire span of the store. And at the front of the line, behind the counter, was her. Hair once tied back, now falling from the blue ribbon that held it tightly in place. Her movements were frantic, but no less friendly. Simply a bit more professional than they normally were. Sunlight leaking though the windows from behind framed her neck and shoulders perfectly, appearing almost as if she were a portrait. A portrait that Bruno could sit and admire for hours. “Uh, tío? The tomatoes?” Isa urged, pulling Bruno from his daydream. “Right! Right…” Bruno quickly straightened himself up, speeding past his niece and the the table containing only about half a dozen tomatoes. “Hopefully these will be enough.” He scooped them into his arms, receiving a nod from Isabela. “We better get in line before it leads out the door. “ Bruno nodded, hesitantly shuffling towards the line. He would be unlike himself if he didn’t rehearse any possibly conversation in his head, growing more and more nervous as the line grew shorter and shorter.
“Good morning Señor Madrigal, Isabela. What can I do for you?” (Y/n) gave a smile that, despite how warm it appeared, failed to hide how tired she was. “Aye, you work yourself too hard, Señorita.” Isa smiled as Bruno set the produce on the counter. (Y/n) shrugged. “Just making a living.” She huffed a laugh, writing down the sold tomatoes for inventory. She pulled a small burlap sack from under the counter, gently setting the tomatoes inside and tying it shut. “Seems like everyone is preparing for tonight just as much as you are.” Isa hummed in agreement, hoisting the sack into her arms. Her uncle, on the other hand, just listening to the conversation. He felt awkward, of course, but it was outweighed by his curiosity and observations. The way she span the pen in her hand as she was caught in conversation. Her hair falling across her eye, followed by her tucking the loose strand behind her ear. Isa glanced over, and she subtly elbowed him to grab his attention. She supposed she would spare him the embarrassment of getting caught staring. Bruno jumped just slightly, giving a small, awkward laugh and wringing his hands. “How much do we owe you?” Bruno couldn’t tell if he was talking fast, or he was just over-analyzing. (Y/n) shook her head, waving them off. “Oh don’t worry about it, you have enough to worry about with the party planning. Besides, Julieta is one of my best customers.” She said, pinning her previously written note to the shelf behind her. “It’s really no trouble, you’ve had a busy day and you deserve the profit.” Bruno urged. “Really, it’s alright. I’m getting a new shipment tomorrow morning anyways.” Another warm smile that made Bruno’s thoughts fuzzy. “How about a trade instead?” Isa suggested, earning a raised eyebrow from both the store clerk and her uncle. Bruno’s gaze quickly flicked down as he felt a small vine climbing up his arm, settling against his palm. Suddenly, a bouquet of variously colored cattleya orchids erupted into his grasp, Bruno almost instantaneously holding his hand out in shock. “A gift for a gift”. Isa smiled sweetly, looking between (y/n) and her uncle. The pair stared at each other wide-eyed, and Bruno felt his posture shoot straight up. Of course he couldn’t just pull his hand back and hurry out the door, after nearly smacking the poor woman in the face. A sharp kick in the shin helped clear Bruno’s mind just enough to somewhat form a sentence. “Uh- yeah, uh, a gift for a gift.” He gave a shaky laugh, gaze shifting from her eyes to the floor. (Y/n), though, had no problem composing herself, gently taking the flowers from his hand. “Oh, gracias! I actually just emptied a vase a bit ago.” She beamed, giggling as she grabbed an empty vase from the windowsill. Conveniently, she had just disposed of the previously dead plant and refilled the vase with water for the next plant to arrive. “They are absolutely beautiful.” Her smile was contagious as he watched her slightly adjust the arrangement. Bruno was a bit conflicted, unable to decide if he was upset with Isabela or not. Was it his ideal course of events? Absolutely not, but he supposed it worked out. He simply nodded, becoming a bit more comfortable with the situation having a positive result. “See you tonight?” Isa asked, a faint hint of accomplishment present in her voice. “Of course, I was planning on closing up a bit early.”
“We’ll see you there.” Bruno slightly winced at the small shake in his voice, though (y/n) didn’t seem to mind. Her smile instead widened a bit. The trio was interrupted by the clearing of a throat. Isabela stiffened as a rather tall man stepped forward, resting his hand on her shoulder as he set his goods to purchase on the counter. “My apologies, but I’m in a bit of a rush.” (Y/n)’s expression dropped slightly as she turned back towards the register. “Er- yes, sorry. Just lost in a good conversation.” Isa politely stepped out of his grip, and closer to her uncle, who of which frowned slightly at the sudden interruption. “No worries, you’ve always been a fan of flowers.” The man, Hugo, leaned an elbow against the counter, nudging the pair of Madrigals out of the way. He was a regular around the marketplace area, seemingly always just roaming around. He was from a rather well off family, resulting in a bit of a spoiled brat. He was an attractive man, and he knew it, flirting with just about any woman he came across. “Cabrón”, Bruno had heard his sisters refer to him as on several occasions. (Y/n) gave a polite nod, writing up a receipt. “I suppose you’re right.” Bruno glanced between the two, and he couldn’t help but feel out of place. “Let’s get going.” He spoke quietly to his sobrina, giving (y/n) a nod in farewell as the two slipped through the remaining line and out the doors.
They were nearly halfway home before anything was said. “Hey, that went well.” Isa shrugged, glancing over at her uncle. Bruno only returned her shrug, his eyes trailing across the ground. “Appreciate the help, but it’s pointless.” He nearly mumbled, tripping slightly as the began up the hill to the house. “What do you mean? She seemed to love it. Plus, you have more of a reason to talk to her tonight since we had talked earlier.” Bruno sighed. “But you saw the way Hugo looked at her. One look at that guy and I don’t stand a chance.” Isa stopped in her tracks, looking over at him with a confused expression. “What in the world are you talking about? Hugo just acts like that because he likes the reactions of people. He also probably saw you give her those flowers, and wanted to stir up a bit of drama.” She rolled her eyes. Bruno shook his head, taking the bag from Isa’s hand as she held it out to him and opened the door. “Let’s just focus on the party, yeah?” Again, a bit of a cold conclusion.
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A few hours later, and the party was in full swing. Music filled Casita, the entire town flooding the halls of the house. Bruno had spent most of the night joining the conversations of his family members, yielding surprisingly encouraging outcomes. Despite the populace’s general weariness with his return, it seemed that the idea of him being around again was being warmed up to. He was still far from comfortable, but it was definitely the most enjoyment he had had at a party yet. He was currently pulled into a debate with Mirabel and Camilo, deciding how long it would be before Parce broke out of Antonio’s room. The cat had developed a bit of an attachment to Antonio, her loud wailing occasionally being heard over the loud conversation. “I think you two are overestimating how easily she could get out. Casita definitely wouldn’t let her get too far. Neither would Mamá, to be completely honest.” Camillo shrugged, resting his hands on his hips. “I think that Parce would liven the place up a bit.” Mira snickered, adjusting her glasses. “Yes, because an entire-town party isn’t enough- (y/n)!” Mira exclaimed with a gasp, immediately abandoning the conversation and hurrying over to the woman. (Y/n) laughed as Mira threw her arms around her shoulders, returning the hug. “Before you ask, we get our next sewing supply shipment on Wednesday.” Mira beamed, giving an excited nod as she stepped back and instead took her hand. “You know me so well. Now! You have to try Mamá’s empanadas, she tried a new recipe and she wants as many opinions as possible!” She pulled the woman along with an iron grip, the pair soon disappearing into the kitchen. “You may not get to hang around your esposa much with Mira around.” Camillo teased his uncle, Bruno’s face immediately flushing red. “Oh cállate!” Bruno huffed with a chuckle, playfully pushing his shoulder. Mirabel and (y/n) quickly exited the kitchen, a few plates piled with empanadas balanced on the woman’s arms. Mira charged towards her tío and primo. “Eat!” Mira took two of stuffed bread pockets and shoved them into their hands. “You’ve been here for maybe two minutes and Mira’s already put you to work, huh?” Camilo asked with a raised brow, Bruno snickering as he took a bite from his empanada. “Actually, (y/n) offered to help me and Mamá out. So if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got deliveries to make.” (Y/n) shrugged as she followed Mirabel towards the next group, smiling at Bruno’s friendly wave as she left. “I don’t get how you can be scared to talk to a woman that just got told what to do by a fifteen-year old.” Camillo snickered, popping the snack into his mouth. “Are you just going to bother me with this all night?”
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It wasn’t long before the plates were nearly empty. The empanadas, expectedly, were very much a success. “Geez, it’s kinda hot in there with so many people around.” Mira leaned against the banister from the second floor balcony, taking another empanada from the plates that had been set on the bench behind them. “No kidding, my arms were getting a little tired after a while.” (Y/n) giggled, stretching her arms a bit before matching Mira. “Mamá will be glad to hear how it went. She was a bit worried about them. I hardly understand why though, she’s probably never made a bad meal in her life.” The two laughed. “Buenas noches, señoritas, mind if I steal a few empanadas?” (Y/n) stiffened as Hugo stumbled into the room, wrapping an arm around her waist. His words were noticeably slurred as he smirked down at her. Alma greatly limited alcohol at parties with so many children around, so he must have arrived already intoxicated. “Uh, yeah. Behind you.” Mirabel looked between his hand and (y/n), obvious discomfort written across her features. She shifted uncomfortably out of his grip, grabbing a plate and using it to create a bit of distance. “Take as many as you’d like.” She stated firmly. Mira stepped up behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Mira! Come here for a second! Señora Guzman wanted to ask about making a skirt for her!” Isabella called up the stairs, Mira’s lips forming a tight line as she looked at the doorway. “Go ahead, I need to speak to (y/n) about ordering something for me.” Hugo smiled widely, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the way of the doorway. (Y/n) rested a hand on her’s, nodding. “It’s okay, go on.” She gave a reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She absolutely did not want to be alone with this man, but her number one priority was getting Mirabel away from him. Mira stayed firmly in place, glaring up at Hugo. “I can talk to her later about it.” Hugo sighed, motioning towards the door and taking a step forward. “C’mon, beat it kid. The adults need to have a conversation.” (Y/n)’s grip on her hand tightened. “Mira, go.” Her voice was much more stern this time. “Please.” Mirabel hesitantly let go, looking back at the two before quickly hurrying out the door. “Mirabel, Señora Guzman was needing a skirt for a birthday present for her sister. She’s very impressed with you-“ “We need to get Tío Bruno.” Isa’s smile faltered slightly. “What?” Isa rarely saw Mirabel so serious. She was immediately concerned, since Mira was always more than thrilled to make anything for anyone. Especially when it came to sewing. “We need to get Tío Bruno. Now.”
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“Now, what can I get for you? Fair warning, the next big shipment won’t be coming in for a few weeks.” Strictly business, she wanted to make that very clear.(Y/n) took a small step back, Hugo took a big step forward. Well, stumbled forward. “My order’s already here.” The man reeked of alcohol. She ducked out of the way of his hand as he reached for her, though she didn’t have much more room to move further back. “I-I’m flattered, really, but I’m not interested.” Hugo chuckled deeply, backing her up further. “Oh don’t be like that, I hear the way you talk to me.” (Y/n) raised a brow. “When you come into the store? When I simply ask if there’s anything else you need before your purchase? I apologize for any misunderstandings, but again, I’m not interested. Really.” she took a step around him, heading for the door. She felt a large hand wrap around her wrist, whipping her back around and towards him as he backed her against the wall. “Let go!” She gripped desperately at her own arm, attempting to pull herself out from under him. “You work far too hard, cariño. You need to relax. I can help with that.” His head lowered, his breath felt on her neck.
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“Tío!” Bruno’s head whipped in the direction of his sobrina’s frantic yell, turning towards her from the drink table. The loud music, along with the general conversation buzzing around the room made it hard to hear much of anything. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched Mirabel practically climb over guests, earning a few looks and glares. Even Isabela’s normal care-free disposition was completely abandoned. Mira swiped the drink from his hand, slamming it down on the table and taking his arm. “Woah woah woah! Slow down! What in the world is going on?” “We don’t have time! It’s (y/n).” And with that, Bruno had no problem being lead. In reality he was nearly pushing Mira in front of him. “Where?” “Upstairs.” Isa and Mira had to follow him after that, hurrying up the stairs behind him. “What happened?” “Hugo-“ a loud yell and the crash of a tray had Bruno sprinting up the stairs two at a time. “You two stay down here!” He called over his shoulder, panic very much present in his voice.
“Get off of me!” He heard (y/n) plead with the man as he skid around the corner, and in a few long strides he had a grip on the back of Hugo’s shirt. “That’s enough!” He was a bit impressed with himself, how easily he tore the man off of her. “You stay the hell away from her!” He stepped in between the two, shoving Hugo back further by his chest. Hugo only rolled his eyes. He looked down at the seer, quite a bit taller than the Madrigal. “Patético. You’re just mad that I got to her first.” Less than a second later, Bruno’s fist was colliding with his jaw. “Bruno!” (Y/n) yelped in surprise recoiling slightly at the sudden excitement. Hugo grunted as his knuckles made contact, his hand coming up to hold his already bruising jaw. Bruno found himself a bit taken back by his own actions. He’d been punched before, sure, but never had he initiated it. Hugo gave a bitter laugh, swaying a bit as he regained his balance. “Estas muerto.” Bruno quickly urged (y/n) back. He veered out of the way of each strike Hugo attempted, though it wasn’t too difficult, considering how intoxicated he was. He did his best to keep from backing up further, glancing back at (y/n) as she rubbed her bruised wrist. Her eyes were locked on Bruno in panic, unsure of what to do. She knew jumping in wouldn’t help, considering that this fight surrounded getting her out of this. “Aye! Someone, Ayuda!” She desperately called out, praying that anyone would hear her. She looked around the balcony, hurriedly taking a hold of one of Julieta’s trays. It seeming a bit weighty, heavier than she expected at least. Bruno swiveled away from another punch, and (y/n) took the opportunity to swing. A loud clatter echoed as Hugo fell against the banister, holding his head. The tray wasn’t nearly enough to cause major damage, but it definitely could stagger someone. That and the alcohol held him there for a moment, long enough for Felix and Augustin to get a hold and restrain him.
“That is enough!” Alma came storming out, Mira and Isa not far from the doorway. “You not only come into our home intoxicated past reason, but attack both one of my guests and my son. You will never find yourself welcome in our home again.” She spat after the two men had dragged him to his feet before motioning them to get him out of there. By now, the main room below, and the party, had gone nearly silent. Augustin and Felix hauled him down the stairs, small “excuse us,” and “pardon me,”s heard as they made their way though the parting crowd. By now, the rest of the family had arrived. Each face filled with concern as Julieta made her way past and towards her brother. “Are you two alright?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she looked over the two. (Y/n) gave a nod, with a small smile and a shaky breath. “Thanks to Bruno.” She shuffled a bit closer to the two, handing Julieta her tray. “I’m sorry about the tray. It shouldn’t be too bent.” Julieta quickly shook her head, gently taking the tray from her. “That is the least of my worries, querida. I’m just glad you are both okay. Now, Bruno, you two head to the kitchen and grab something to eat, just in case.” She cupped both Bruno’s and (y/n)’s cheek affectionately for a moment before nodding towards the door. “Camilo, Dolores, I need you two downstairs to reassure everyone that everything is okay. Mirabel and Isabela, could you clean up this mess? And Luisa, I need you on music.” Alma leaned over the banister, checking in to catch Felix and Augustin tossing Hugo out onto path before heading back into the Casita and closing the doors. With that, the Madrigals hurried off to their respective tasks, and it wasn’t long before cheery reassurances were heard from not only the the two grandchildren, but Felix and Augustin as well. Alma finally turned to Bruno and (y/n), her previously stern expression finally relaxing. “Thank god the two of you are alright. I should have had him thrown out the second he arrived.” She took a deep breath before clasping her hands together. “Now, you two go ahead and calm down, I believe we’ve had enough excitement for this evening.” She gave a small smile, glancing once more at her son before heading back to the party. By now, the music and the sound of voices had picked back up. Mira and Isa quickly hurried in after, stepping over the scattered empanadas. “(Y/n)! Did he- what happened after I left- I’m sorry” (y/n) quickly hushed her, taking her hands in her own. “Mira, why are you apologizing? Im okay thanks to you and Bruno, what could you possibly have to be sorry for?” Mira found herself unable to speak for a moment, trying to form any kind of sentence. “For leaving-“ “Hey, I told you to leave. I didn’t want you here either.” Mira sighed, finally launching herself towards (y/n) and wrapping her arms around her. “I’m glad you’re okay.” The woman smiled, holding her just as tightly “I’m glad you’re okay too. Now! Let’s get back to the party; huh?” Mira smiled up at her and nodded, unraveling her arms and slipping past her to grab the remaining tray. (Y/n) gave Isa a “thank you” as well, the girl matching her sister’s warm smile. “Of course, and I’m hoping to see you around here more.” She giggled, glancing over at her uncle before joining her sister with the cleanup.
“Ready-uh, to head down?” Bruno offered a hand, and (y/n) finally realized how much he was shaking. Then again, she realized how much she was shaking herself. She nodded, smiling warmly as she took his hand. “Ready when you are.” Bruno nodded, somewhat returning her smile as he lead her towards the kitchen. His hold on her hand was incredibly gentle, so much so that it felt like a whisper of a touch. Thankfully, most of the party attendees were distracted as the pair slipped along the edge of the room, having no troubles making it to the kitchen. The countertops were still lined with mounds and mounds of food. Julieta had really outdone herself. “What can I grab for you? Don’t worry about seconds, because we clearly have plenty-“ “thank you.” Bruno felt her grip on his hand tighten. He looked over at her, his focus no longer on the food. “You don’t need to thank me, I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Her smile really was contagious. “Well, I hope you don’t have to do anything like that for a long while.” She giggled. “Though you did look quite intimidating.” It was Bruno’s turn to laugh as he huffed out a chuckle. “I’ve heard that one before, but this is the first time I’ve heard it in a positive context.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, heading over towards the counter and taking a couple arepas from one of the large piles. She handed one to Bruno, taking a bite of her own. “But people are starting to realize the kind of person you really are. Especially after tonight.” Bruno took a bite of his own. “The Encanto’s punch-happy recluse?” (Y/n) snickered, shaking her head. “A charming, caring man who truly cares about the people of this town.” Bruno couldn’t help the warmth that spread to his cheeks as he looked down at his arepa, pulling off another chunk and popping it into his mouth. “I really appreciate it, but you’re giving me too much credit.” “Por dios, Bruno. You fought a man to protect me without hesitation.”
“Because you’re my friend” the woman was clearly unsatisfied with his answer.
“And you would do it for anyone else in this town, wouldn’t you?”
“Well yes but-“
“Then I’m right, aren’t I? Why is it so hard for you to admit that you’re a good person?”
“Because I’m in love with you!”
Bruno felt his mouth go dry as the words fell from his lips. His eyes widened as his gaze snapped up to her’s. It was painfully silent for what felt like ages. “A-and you deserve more than someone like me.” His voice shook. “Doing one good thing doesn’t make you an upstanding citizen. In my life, I have caused more harm than good, and this doesn’t right all of my wrongs.” He was the one to break their tense eye contact, his stare moving to the floor. “Bruno, what could you possibly mean by that?” Bruno shakily sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ve heard the stories, (y/n). You know my reputation. My gift has brought nothing but trouble.”
“And none of that is you’re fault! You didn’t decide what was shown in your visions. The rumors were just the result of people unhappy with their results. You have done nothing but help the people of this town, whether they liked it or not.”
He couldn’t bear to look at her, her presence nearly suffocating him. “I need a vision.” Bruno was caught a bit off guard as she set her pastry on a napkin, dusting off her hands. “If the man I love is such a bad person, what does my future hold then?”
“I-… what?”
He had never dared to view her future, absolutely terrified of the thought of seeing her with someone else. At first he convinced himself he would see Hugo, but in reality he was worried about seeing anyone but himself. Of which he was sure was impossible.
“If you’re so sure that you don’t deserve anyone, prove it.” Bruno found himself truly at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized how close she was getting until she was just a few inches from him. Bruno’s breathing hitched. He began noticing little details he had never noticed before. A few beauty marks that littered her skin. The slightly-darker circles under her eyes displaying the long hours she worked everyday. Her lips, still stained just slightly darker from the pigment she had applied before she had worked. He found himself unable to look away from them. He brought a hand to her cheek, stopping just before making contact. He hesitated, though was encouraged as (y/n) rested her hand on top of his in reassurance. “I am in love with you, Bruno Madrigal. You do not need a vision to know that.” And with that he closed the remaining gap between them, their lips softly joining as he brought his other hand up. He gently brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. A shiver ran down his spine as her hands made their way to his rauna, her fingers running along the embroidered material. A million thoughts ran though his head, and yet he couldn’t describe the feeling of her lips on his as anything other than fireworks. His chest felt warm, her body pressed against his in an embrace.
He rested his forehead against her’s as they parted. They took a moment, simply absorbing each other’s presences. “I love you. And I have for years.” She rested her hands on top of his, kissing him once more.
“Well, I think I’ll need to pick up a few things from the store tomorrow.” (Y/n) giggled. “I would like that.”
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Prompt{Nice}: 1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”
Character:Modern!Bruno Madriga
Warnings: None
A/n: He would do something like this, also established Relationship.
Glancing around the home you were shocked to find so many of red and green plant hanging in each door way. Wrinkling your nose your stepped into another room wondering where your husband might be since you had an inkling that he might be the culprit to why you’re seeing so many.
“Bruno?!”
Sighing you pinched the bridge of your nose nearly running into one of your nieces. “Mirabel have you’ve seen your Bruno.”
Nearly dropping the box of decorates, Mirabel opened her mouth trying to come up with a answer though seeing your face her shoulders sagged. “Uh by the entrance of your room.”
“Thank you!” Rushing off to your room, you cleared out your room spotting your husband placing one mistletoe above the doorway.
“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”
“Ah!” Grabbing the latter, Bruno slowly turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his face. “Hello Mi Amore”
Shaking your head you held out your hand for him to take. “Do you have reason why you’re doing this?”
Grabbing your hand, the man stepped down from the ladder clearing out his throat. “I guess I am just not used to it…being back here with you and everyone.”
Gaze softening you gave him a smile cupping his cheeks. “If you ever want to kiss me just do it alright.”
Letting out the breath he was holding in, Bruno slowly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Smiling he then rested his forehead against your own. “I can do that.”
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Bruno wanting cuddles and smooches and stuff but being too shy to ask for them?
I love soft Bruno asks. He deserves all the love.
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader
Tags: fluff, cuddles, hand kisses, gentle kisses, napping, touch-starved Bruno Madrigal,
A/N: I love cuddles but sometimes I'm too shy to ask for them too.
You'd notice that something was up with him when you would briefly catch him looking at you before he would look away
He'd shyly take your hand in yours while you're walking through the street, with a small smile on his face
When you'd be alone however he would sudden get a whole lot more shy, always looking a little insecure when he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug
If you wrap your arms around him in a hug while hugging he'd freeze up for a moment before letting the warmth of the hug wash over him
You can sense that he wants to ask something but he just can't seem to get the words out
His eyes would widen when ever you'd kiss him
Sometimes he'd let his hand hover over your back for a moment before he lays it on your back and pulls you close, gulping hard as you melt into his touch
When he wants a kiss it would take a lot for him to get to your mouth
Usually he starts by kissing your hand, his eyes locked on yours as he watches for any signs of discomfort or rejection
Finding none he's kiss his way up your arm, then your cheek until his lips are inches away from yours
He'd look at your lips for a few seconds, waiting for you to nod before he presses a gentle kiss onto your lips
After he pulls away you smile brightly at him telling him that you're happy that he finally found a, pretty sweet and romantic way, to ask you for kisses
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carlos madrigal headcanon
im obsessed with carlos rn SO HEADCANONS HERE WE GO
he’s very different than camilo
even though theyre the same age and were born at around the same time, not alot of people believe that theyre twins, identically, sure, but other than that, hell no
camilo is very bright and the family entertainer, as for carlos, he’s kind of the person that wishes the balloon at a birthday party chokes someone, and he’d like it
when he met you, he thought you were a normal person
that was until he took you all in
he would think about you all the time and just spend his days daydreaming
everyone knew something was wrong when he laughed out loud for once, and it was at something ACTUALLY funny
pepa had julietta check to see if he’s delirious or something
but when he was fine, everyone was just so confused
yet so scared
you kind of caught on that he likes you and confessed to him, he was over the moon
he’d sneak out and hang with you all day
he was in love
he decided to have you meet his family, since he loved you too much and his heart would explode if he didn’t because the thought of it was already too much
when that happened, his entire family stared at you as if you were some sort of angel
they thought you changed him for life
that was until camilo walked past them and carlos started glaring at him
they realized it was just you
“how come he can’t treat us like that”
when you’re not there, he’d be extra dark and creepy like he always is
he’s very protective of you
and EXTREMELY jealous
even of his own brother
he once caught camilo talking to you, he was asking about how to get a perfect date with this girl he liked
thats not what carlos thought
“he was just asking something about another girl he LIKES!”
“it’s a trick to get you to talk him!”
“oh my god.”
overall, even tho he’s a complete menace, he still only has a soft spot for you that will never be gone
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imagine knowing Bruno is in the walls and singing “Remember Me” to him through the walls
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—Is that blood? | camilo x gn!reader
request. [anon] hello, congrats on 100 followers!! totally deserved <3 (even more!!) for ur event, can i please have prompt 18 + camilo? thank you!!
prompt. 18 “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”
prompt list. 100 followers event!
warnings. mentions of blood and falling, worried camilo, not a couple(?), forgetting Antonio's ability.
notes. again, I'm sorry it took awhile! But here it is anon! I hope you like it!
"Is that blood?"
Camilo didn't expect to open the door to his room to welcome you, who somehow looked like they came from a war, clothes unevenly ruffled, hair a mess, and what's not to miss is the gushing red stains on your forehead.
You didn't mean to fall off the house roof and landing on the broken wood carriage, you just slipped and tripped that's all, although that isn't the reason why you are here.
“Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” Camilo deadpanned at your behaviour, abruptly snatching your hand catching you mid sentence to bring you to his Tia, getting you healed up.
“You are literally bleeding, it does matter" you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights until you shook your head.
"Look I'm fine okay? It's just a scratch, there's more important things to do than this" you reasoned and tugged his hand that was holding your wrist tightly.
"Oh the next thing you know you get stabbed and think of doing house chores the next day" Camilo frustratedly told you as he held your wrist tighter but not enough to leave a mark on it.
Once the two of you got to Julieta, who was tending minor injuries, she suddenly shifted her attention to you who was rather calm for the bloody forehead you have, not bothering to explain what happened with a worried yet annoyed Camilo beside you.
Once tended, Julieta left the two of you with a damp cloth to clean off the stained blood dripping on your head, the boy beside you observing your actions silently, as if to ask 'what happened?'
You sighed after you asked Camilo if there are any stains left, which he said there are none and leaned back. "Fell of the roof"
The boy looked at you a shock expression on his face before you added "it was slippery okay! I was fixing our roof" he calmed down- well slightly calmed down.
"Although I'm more worried of the donkeys"
"What? Why?" He asked slowly standing up to tell an adult about the problem with the donkeys "they ran off when I fell I dunno where they went" and that's when you heard a commotion happening in the madrigal house.
Surprisingly none of them knew about it despite not seeing the donkeys where they usually stay, Dolores knows, but she didn't bother as it's their happy time with Mariano.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?! We could of started finding them!" That was Luisa screaming her heart out to her cousin who tried to explain he didn't know and tended your wounds first before asking.
"Luisa it's okay, I'm sure we would find them" that was Mirabel, calming her older sister down while Isabela had to stop herself from choking the boy.
Yes it was just donkeys but Luisa cares for them alot.
Unknowingly, You sat with Antonio who was sitting in your lap, happily eating an arepa while you played with his hair.
"Should we tell them I could ask my friends to call them here?" Antonio asked as he raised his head up to look at you.
You shook your head and laughed at the commotion "nah, let them realize that themselves"
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if julieta madrigal can heal people with a bread or hell, even a wine... does it mean... she’s technically... jesus?
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3 - Forgotten Date
Prompt: #3 “That was not my intention”
Fandom: Encanto (Disney)
Word Count: 513 words
Summary: You forgot your date with Isabella.
Isabella could feel the frustration swirling throughout her soul as she stares at you sitting near a tree and reading a book. Her jaw clenches and her hands take a tighter grip on her arms, a few cactuses popping out of the floor near her feet. She stands afar, hoping you’ll remember the date you had set up with her an hour ago and look up in her direction, but you only carefully turn the page of your book, and that’s enough to set her off.
“(Y/N)!”
She screams out your name, marching towards your form with an angry step. It worsens when you don’t even seem to give her a glance, simply continuing to read your book until she’s standing tall in front of you, her shadow covering your frame entirely. You blink a few times, almost confused as to why the sun suddenly disappeared, then you look up at her.
“Hey, Isabella.” You give out a soft smile; though, you rapidly lose it when you notice cactuses prickles pouring out of her skin. “Whoa… are you okay? What’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” She glares at you, and her jaw starts to hurt. “I’ll give you a few seconds to think about that.”
A few seconds of silence pass by where you simply stare at her in confusion. Then, a flash goes through your mind, and your eyes widen with shock and guilt.
“Oh, our date…!” You notice how your words only seem to make Isabella’s mood worse, and you immediately let go of your book to stand up. “I’m so sorry.”
She pushes your hands away, then points at you with her upper lip snarling up. “I waited for you for an hour.”
“I know! I’m so sorry! I completely forgot…” She scoffs and turns her head, not quite wanting to look at you. “I’m so sorry for making you wait this long. That was not my intention…”
“Yeah, you better be sorry.” She glares at the horizon, chewing the inside of her cheeks. “I was really looking forward to spend some time with you.”
“I know…” You grab her hands, forcing her to uncross her arms, and you tilt your head at her. “I’m really sorry… Will you look at me?”
Her heart softens at the sound of your pleading voice, and she reluctantly looks back at you. You give her a soft smile as soon as she does, and you let go of her hands to gently hold the sides of her face. Heat spreads on her cheeks as soon as you press your lips against hers, and her hands unconsciously search for your back to hug.
“I’m really sorry.” You whisper those words after you part away, looking into her eyes with love and guilt. “Will you forgive me? I promise to make it up to you.”
“… fine.” She grumbles, not quite wanting that the kiss was enough to make her forget what happened. “But if you do something like that again…”
“I won’t.” You softly kiss her forehead, making her sigh in relief. “I promise.”
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Change the future part 2
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"Mom...do you think it’s gonna be today?" Isabela asked softly as she watched her mother pacing up and down the room, Luisa looking anxiously out the window.
"I don't know mi vida...I hope so"
Julieta wrung her hands nervously and looked at her daughters. It hurt her heart not to have answers for them, but she couldn't lie to them either, she just had to hope and pray that today was the day.
"Do you think they remember us?" Luisa asked, earning a hiss from her older sister.
"Of course they remember us! They didn't leave so little!" Isabela crossed her arms "besides, we sent them letters, and...they surely remember how we look...right mom?"
The healer smiled at her eldest daughter and tried to appear as calm as she could. She truly understood, she knew where Luisa's fear and Isabela's anxiety came from. More than five years had passed since you left, refusing to wait for Bruno and taking your children and Mirabel with you.
Five years since the last time she saw her daughter, since Isabela and Luisa lost their sister, and despite the fact that you had found a way to communicate with her without her mother finding out, the truth is that there was always the doubt if her daughter and nephews remembered them if you missed them as much as they missed you.
“I’m sure they do, Isa” She smiled, hoping she was convincing enough to calm her daughters down a bit.
Things hadn't been easy since you left. The shock lasted only a few hours for Alma, and then she had completely gone mad. Many things were shouted between mother and daughter that afternoon and it hadn't taken long for the family to find out everything. Of course, the reactions were mixed.
Pepa and Félix had looked at her in astonishment and perhaps a little afraid, she didn't blame them, she knew the burden that her mother had put on them after Mirabel's failed ceremony. Agustín could never forgive her for letting you take their youngest daughter and in less than a month she was signing the divorce. She never saw him again. Yes, she understood that it had been a mistake to make that decision without consulting him, but she did not regret it, it had been the best for her baby, and although his absence still hurt her, she had to be strong for her other two daughters.
The children had all been confused. Dolores and Isabela were quick to more or less understand the situation and her eldest daughter was heartbroken when she asked if she had been the reason she had sent her little sister away, if she had been treating her too badly. Luisa and Camilo had not been better. Mirabel had been her nephew’s best friend and Luisa's favorite sister, and it hurt Dolores to have lost Joaquín and María.
Everyone had mourned the loss of the three children, but it seemed that Julieta herself had been the only one to remember that you were gone too. She knew that Pepa wasn't as close to you as she was, but she would have thought that her sister would have at least cared for you, but she didn't. And for a while, your name was strictly forbidden to the whole family, direct orders from Alma.
Her mother hated you as she had never hated anyone before, she didn't miss an opportunity to remind everyone of the horrible crime you had committed against the family and of which her own daughter had been a part of it. She also began to treat her as she once treated her precious Mirabel, and only confirmed to the brunette that she had made the right decision.
The healer didn't care much that she was no longer Alma's golden daughter, if she was being honest. Without the burden of her mother's expectations, she felt freer, lighter, and a little more in control of herself. She had more time to spend with her two remaining daughters, to really get to know the wonderful women they were gradually becoming, and that in turn saved them both.
Isabela never allowed her grandmother to control her life again, not after seeing how she treated her mother and understanding that she had treated her sister just like that. Luisa stopped leading the whole town behind her back and had been quick to learn and recreate her mother’s icy gaze for when someone tried to abuse her kindness.
The problem was when her mother tried to touch her little sister and her niece. No longer having her and Isabela under her orders, Alma needed other puppets, and her gaze had been riveted on Pepa and Dolores. Her poor sister began to break too soon as her mother tried to force her into the very mold the healer and her daughter had escaped from. There was no night that the rain did not fall hard in the town, while the redhead clung to her sister, crying from the pain that the situation caused her.
Pepa cried with fear, not only for her but for her children. Dolores began to be afraid to leave her room and Camilo didn't want anyone to look at him if he was not transformed, Alma's cruel words had done too much damage to their self-esteem and it broke the healer's heart to know that it was partly her fault. She was always stronger than her sister to bear that... maybe if she had continued to do so, everything would have been better.
It wasn't until Felix approached her one night to tell her that her sister was pregnant, that the brunette decided no, it wouldn't have been better. Pepa was afraid that the baby growing in her womb was going to break as soon as it came out of her like Camilo and Dolores were breaking, and Felix felt powerless and unable to protect his family. But Julieta could do it, she could protect her sister, her nephews, and her daughters. She wasn't going to let anyone touch her remaining family.
The next day, she fought another battle with Alma, one for the freedom of Pepa and her children. It had been hard but it didn't come close to what had already happened when you left with the children. She made it clear to her mother that she wasn't going to hurt anyone else, not on her watch. That represented an unexpected but beneficial change for the Madrigals: they began to think of her as the new head of the family instead of Alma, a change that even Casita seemed to accept since it stopped obeying her mother and only followed Julieta's instructions.
It was hard, having to make the tough decisions, teaching the family to fly free while she herself was still learning to let go of people's expectations, helping solve community problems, etc. But at least she wasn't alone, she had you.
There was no time of day when the healer felt happier and safer than she did when she was in her room writing a letter to you, or reading your almost immediate responses. In the end, it turned out that you had not only taken the children, but also a small part of the miracle, and both Joaquín and María had received a gift, even outside of Encanto.
A selfish little part of herself liked to think that the miracle knew she needed you, so she blessed her with a way to keep you close to her, even if you were worlds away. She didn't think it was a coincidence that Joaquín's gift allowed him to teleport objects and that combined with María's (who could bring everything she drew to reality) they had created the blessed box that she kept locked in her room and whose twin was with you.
It was some kind of portal, one too small for her to escape and see her daughter, but big enough for you and the children to send things and messages to her. Letters were the most common and she already had several albums with all the ones that Mirabel had sent her in recent years, it helped a little to alleviate the pain, and allowed her not to miss so much of her baby's life.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before Isabela and Dolores found out. Surprisingly, both of them had been excited and promised to keep it a secret in exchange for allowing them to send their own letters and gifts. She would never forget Isabela's hopeful look when she received her first letter from Mirabel, saying that she missed her and forgave her for everything. After that, it was you who asked her to invite Camilo and Luisa too.
As a consequence, the four of them spent most of their free time in Julieta's room, but she didn't care and the fact that Alma continued to look at them all as traitors, helped no one suspect anything. After all, where would the children feel most protected if not with her?
Also, it kept her sane. Her mother never knew that she still had contact with you, nor did her sister or her brother-in-law (because Pepa was still afraid of Alma and could have revealed it, so she didn't risk telling her), but you knew everything that happened in Encanto. There was nothing she wouldn't tell you, confiding in you her fears, worries, and insecurities, and you always knew what to say to make her feel better and reassure her that she was doing the best she could. It felt like you never left her.
In the end, it was just that, that bubble of love that you had helped her create together with the children, which allowed little Antonio to be born and grow up in a warm, loving home and, most importantly, out of the clutches of his grandmother. Pepa used to say that her boy would see her as a grandmother instead of Alma and she was quite amused when the baby began to follow his aunt everywhere as soon as he learned to walk.
It had been beautiful. A united and happy family (despite the shadow that had settled permanently in her mother's room), where everyone did the best they could and no one tried to fill each other's shoes, it was close to perfection…until Bruno came back.
The night her brother appeared at Casita’s door will always remain etched in Julieta's memory. She had been washing the dinner dishes when her sister's scream alerted her and she ran into the hall, only to be met by the pair of green eyes she didn't think she'd ever see again. Of course, she had joined Pepa in the crushing hug she had given the youngest triplet and she had cried with happiness, thinking how happy you would be when she told you. But then her brother dropped the bombshell and had broken something in her and in their relationship. He hadn't left.
For Julieta, it was as if someone threw a bucket of cold water on her and the humidity seeped into her bones while Bruno confessed that he was always in the walls. Pepa had been quick to hug him again and tell him that it didn't matter, that he was back and that was what mattered, but for the older triplet, it drove a wedge between her and her brother.
She couldn't forgive him for doing such a thing, because if he really was in the house the whole time, it meant that he had seen them all suffer, that he heard Pepa and her cry, that he witnessed the cruelty with which Alma treated Mirabel and more importantly: he saw you suffer. He knew how much he'd hurt you, he'd seen you cry yourself to sleep, waiting for him…and he hadn't cared.
She had gotten even angrier when Bruno had tried to explain to her the vision he had and how he had tried to protect Mirabel.
“Don't even mention my daughter” she had growled “do you think you protected her? Letting her be treated like dirt by mom? Letting them blame her for your absence? She was a baby, Bruno! And you only made it worse for her! Do you know who truly protected her? Y/N did”
In the end, Isabela and Félix had to get her out of there to prevent her from saying more hurtful things to her younger brother, and she had been quick to tell you everything. Of course, you had reacted just like her. Mirabel wrote her a letter a few days later to tell her that you had been crying every night since Bruno reappeared.
As the new head of the family, the Madrigals had waited for her to make a decision regarding Bruno's stay in the Casita. It hurt her a little that they thought she would leave her own brother out on the street despite how upset she was with him, especially considering that her mother still lived with them, but she supposed it was a fair thought considering her words to him. The healer received him back, but everyone could see that there was a broken link there.
However, her brother's return resulted in a change of dynamics that little by little began to separate the family. On the one hand, Alma had been quick to put her arm around Bruno's shoulders, taking advantage of the tension between the siblings, and Julieta hadn't been able to avoid it, while Pepa had been caught in the crossfire.
The children had not known what to do or where to turn. Isabela and Luisa were firmly by her side at all times, as was little Antonio, who refused to be away from his aunt, but Camilo and Dolores were torn between comforting their mother, re-establishing a relationship with their long-lost uncle, or supporting their aunt.
In the end, the bomb exploded in their faces. Julieta never wanted it to happen, but when her mother insulted Mirabel and tried to curse your name, she snapped. She had responded with the same cruelty as Alma and that had caused the miracle to break. The cracks had appeared quickly and suddenly, without giving them time to react.
She watched in horror as her daughter and her eldest nephew attempted to rescue the candle, only to be stopped by Casita and pushed along with the rest of them outside, preventing the building from collapsing on them. Fortunately, no one had been hurt, but their gifts were gone. It wasn't until later, after settling in a house that someone in town had lent them, that she realized what that meant: if the miracle wasn't there, there was a huge possibility that your children would have lost their gifts too, and with them, all contact with you, with her daughter, would have vanished. All because of her.
The brunette had cried herself to sleep, a huge emptiness growing in her chest and her guilt threatening to consume her. Silently, she had apologized to anyone who would listen. To her family for failing them, to her daughter for losing the only bond that united them, to you, for everything. Her only consolation was a letter Isabela had managed to salvage, one that had arrived just before everything went to hell:
The children and I talked and after a long time, we all agree that maybe it's time to go back. We will leave this afternoon. Mirabel is very excited to see you (although a little nervous too, despite the fact that I told her and that she had nothing to worry about), and Joaquín and María already want to hug you, just like me. I don't know what will happen when I have Bruno in front of me, but I do know that seeing you again, the family, is what keeps me going these days, so here we go. See you soon, Eta <3
-Y/N
That letter had been her anchor ever since. The hope of seeing you, of seeing her nephews, her precious Mirabel, of having them all in front of her after so many years, was the only thing that motivated her to get up every day because, like her daughters, she listened to a small voice inside her that always whispered in the back of her mind: maybe today.
"I wish Dolores could hear them" Isabela whispered, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Isa" she said with a warning tone.
"I know, I know, sorry" her daughter sighed "it's just that... it would save us a lot of disappointment"
Julieta looked at her for a moment before sighing and hugging her against her chest. She shared her daughter's feelings, it was too painful to wait all day to see if you and the children would appear on the horizon, only for the night to catch up with no trace of you. She didn't know if her heart would take much more.
"Mamá?" Luisa called
The woman looked at her other daughter, worried by the tone of her voice, and both she and Isabela separated when the muscular girl leaned even more over the frame, almost stepping out of the window.
"Luisa?" she asked carefully "Mi amor, what's wrong?"
"Look" her daughter pointed to something outside "I think... it's them"
Julieta immediately looked where Luisa was pointing, and she felt her heart race and her stomach twist the moment she saw four dots advancing towards the house where they were. She had not seen you in five years, but she could always recognize your figure, no matter how many lifetimes had passed. You were really there, you were really back.
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During the middle act of Encanto, where the family slowly began to lose their gifts (like Luisa slowly becoming less stronger for example). How would Javi, Angie and Ignacio react when their gifts slowly faded away as the family conflict grew?
Javi:
✨ For Javi, it would start off when he was beginning to receive splitting headaches and migraines. Usually he is calm and collected, even though his bottled up emotions would feel like a storm inside of him sometimes but these were painful headaches that not even Tia Julieta’s food could heal. He began to be a little more crabby and moody than usual because of this— and even would flat out snap at people whenever he gets like one minor inconvenience. Maybe when he gets too overwhelmed with the headaches and his heightened emotions, he’ll retreat to his room to bury himself under a pile of pillows and blankets to recover in his cold cavern. As much as he’d like to get to the bottom of whats going on, he’ll need a moment to take a breather.
✨ Relying on his telekineses gift made him a little clumsier in a way. One minute he would be reading his books and then the moment he leaves his mug in mid air, he gets startled when he hears a crash and all his coffee is spilled on the floor. Like how astronauts would sometimes forget about gravity when they come home to earth.
✨ Or maybe the exact opposite happens when his gift begins to hiccup. Like what if it begins to overwhelm him as he grows more and more anxious throughout the day. I imagine his gift would end up affecting the objects and furniture around him without meaning to and they end up shaking or creaking whenever he went. During the dinner scene, in the midst of the chaos happening, imagine him accidentally making all the plates, dishes, and tableware levitate because of all the built up stress and tension in the room.
Angelina:
🕊 Oh Angelina would notice immediately when somethings wrong. She’ll notice quickly how her flight speed is a little slower than usual and how she’s losing her balance every time she’d try to fly higher. Because of this, she’ll be too stubborn to admit something is wrong, until she can fully convince herself that this is just a small hiccup. Nothing that Tia Julieta’s healing arepas cant fix.
🕊 But she eventually did admit to herself something was definitely wrong. Throughout the day she would just resort to finishing her chores without using her flight powers. If anyone would jokingly comment about her lacking flying/floating habits, she would just use an excuse that she got “grounded” by her mother after ruining another skirt from flying through the forests again.
🕊 But Angelina would be too proud to tell anyone about her predicament. Telling her mother about it would be the last thing in her mind. She knew it would mean that her mother’s prayers were answered if she found out it would keep her from attempting to fly over the mountains. But nevertheless, Angelina would react more calmer than her brothers—thinking this slight hiccup would fix itself in a day or two.
Ignacio:
🔥 Oh boy. Ignacio would not handle his fire breath messing him up well. He will notice it early though. He’ll help out his Tia Julieta prepare breakfast for the day—his task of lighting up all the ovens got him all out of breath with what seemed to usually be a piece of cake for him before. When he’s eating, he likes to play with his food by toasting it a little—but after gently blowing on a piece of bread he picked up for himself, no flame came out of his mouth at all unless he exhaled hard enough.
🔥 Ignacio would spend the rest of the day coughing and drinking water to clear his throat. Even his performances would lack that spectacular fire show that he would usually show off in the middle of town. Smoke would still escape his lips but he’ll be sneezing or coughing more than usual for something he cant get out of his chest.
🔥 During the dinner scene, Ignacio would try his best not to concern his family and the de Guzmans with all the coughing hes been trying to restrain. But with what seems to be some kind of build up in his chest he cant get rid of—more smoke began to escape him and spread throughout the room as he tried to hold down his coughs. Everyone initially thought he was pulling a prank but poor Ignacio kept shaking his head and signaling to not mind him. Even his tio Agustin became more worried and tried to pat his back to help him out since Ignacio was beginning to look more pained. Eventually when the vision tablet was revealed at the table and all the walls began to crack—Ignacio wasnt able to keep it in before he could excuse himself from the table and startled everyone when strong burst of flames suddenly erupted from his mouth in a coughing fit. There were shrieks when a portion of the table cloth caught on fire and Evalina tried to pat down the flames. It wasnt until the flames were extinguished when the storm cloud above them finally rained.
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Encanto Characters as oddly specific Christmas things
Abuela:Lukewarm eggnog
Bruno:Shaking your gifts trying to figure out what they are
Pepa:Taking a warm shower after shoveling snow
Felix:Snow days
Dolores:Reading a book in front of the fireplace
Camillo: kicking the ice from inside your wheel wells on your car and the whole chunk of ice falls
Antonio:Waking up on Christmas morning
Julieta:A cup of hot chocolate
Augustin:Slipping on ice and and falling on your ass in the parking lot
Luisa:Christmas dinner
Isabela:the first snow
Mirabel:Decorating the Christmas Tree
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Chubby!Reader part 2 is prooooobably gonna be posted tomorrow but I just have some THOTS
Imagine you’re sitting with Bruno in his room playing dominos or something and you just grab him by the chin, forcing him to look up at you.
“Your eyes are hazel. I never knew,” you say with a smile.
Bruno’s face erupts into a violent shade of red and you gently caress his stubbly cheek. He’s shivers at your touch, having gone without this sort of intimate and desirable touch for years.
He leans forward into your hand, pushing his body forward until he meets yours; you let the weight of his body take you to the ground. He climbs on top of you, sliding a thigh between your legs, using his knee to push your legs apart.
A few coils of his gorgeous black hair fall and brush by your cheek while his prominent nose grazes yours. He lowers his head to catch your lips in a kiss — you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth…
#krissy stop#bruno x reader#bruno madrigal x reader#encanto bruno#encanto bruno x reader#bruno madrigal#bruno madrigal x chubby reader#encanto#encanto fanfic#encanto Drabble#encanto imagines
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Y/N: Hi I'm Y/N and this is my ex-boyfriend Bruno.
Bruno: Oh my god you have to stop introducing me like that.
Bruno: I'm her husband.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEEES IMAGINE IF YN'S SUITORS ARE ALL SO HOPEFUL AT FIRST THEN THEY IMMEDIATELY DEFLATE WHEN SHE SAYS THAT HAHAHAHAHA
I am looking specifically at you Jolo
#encanto x reader#encanto imagines#bruno madrigal x reader#encanto#bruno madrigal#bruno my beloved#nelly answered#answered asks
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