#Camilo song fic

[carlosfruitsnacks]

a camilo x reader song fic with taylor swift's "The Story Of Us" 🫶

"the story of us"

summary:

— Falling apart and breaking up, you and Camilo meet again at a party after a few years. The two of you were fighting to ignore each other, pretending to not care. So, is this how the story of you and Camilo ends?

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— kinda late but i hope you enjoy anon!

No matter how thick your clothing was, it never seemed to protect you from the shiver you felt during this weather. Today seemed colder than ever. You trudged to your kitchen to fix a warm drink before grabbing your phone and settling down. While scrolling down social media, a phone call interrupts you. With a raised brow, you answered the call.

"[Name]!!!"

"Hey, [Friend's Name]. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you're free tonight?"

Your friend on the other line asked, you hummed for a moment, thinking. Your schedule for later wasn't hectic, but you wonder why your friend wants to know.

"I think so, why?"

"Do you wanna tag along at this party?"

"It depends..."

"Come on! It's going to be fun! I'll guarantee it"

"Fine, but you owe me"

"Sure, sure, whatever. Catch you later byeeeee!"

You chuckled as your friend hangs up. It's silly how you can't say no to your friend. Parties may not be your strongest suit but it's not always that bad, it's not like you hate parties, most of them are great if the people there aren't problematic. You shrug to yourself, one little party wouldn't hurt, right?

You decided to finish all of your chores before preparing your outfit for tonight's party. Nothing too flashy or bland, just something you're comfortable with. Eventually, you texted your friend and as the evening arrives, they went to pick you up and take you to the party.

Upon arriving, you notice a large number of people present. Luckily, it wasn't too overwhelming as you went inside the place where the party was being held at. There were drinks, food, and music played by a band. It was like every typical party you've been to. You followed your friend around and talked for a while until the rest of your other friends showed up. You had fun with your friend group, convinced that this was going to be a good night.

All of a sudden, you whip your head around to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. You nearly dropped the drink in your hand when you realized whose eyes were that. You blinked several times, wishing it to be only your imagination. But to your dismay, it was real. Curly brown hair, sunkissed skin, and a laugh that used to bring butterflies to your stomach. There was no mistaking it.

"Holy shit...is that Camilo?"

One of your friends pointed out. Your throat goes dry at the sound of his name. Quickly, your mood changes, and you no longer wanted to stay here. You frowned at your friend.

"You didn't tell me that he's going to be here?!"

"We didn't know, [Name]!"

Your friends explained. You glared at them and at Camilo, who was across the room, laughing with a bunch of people. You groaned.

"I'm leaving"

"Oh come on! We know whatever happened between you two was nasty but you moved on, right? He shouldn't be having any effect on you, [Name]"

"Ugh, you don't know what it feels like to be in the same room with your ex"

You told them before walking away, your friends called for you but you ignored them. You stopped at the corner of the room, trying to calm yourself down but Camilo decides to stroll by and accidentally meet your eyes. He looked horrified that he recognized who you are, you freeze on your spot. How did it get this way?

"I don't feel like this is working at all, [Name]"

A younger version of Camilo told you. With furrowed brows, you walked over to him and grabbed his arms.

"What do you mean, Camilo?"

"Lo siento, but I think we should end this"

You gasped, and tears immediately began welling up in your eyes. After so many years of being together, all the laughing, crying, hugging, and kissing. Now, it's coming to an end. You can no longer see the sparks in his eyes when he first met you.

"No, you wouldn't do this!"

"I can't be like this with you anymore, [Name]"

"What? You're unhappy being with me?"

"No, I do feel happy when I'm with you but I'm afraid it won't last long and I don't want to see where that goes"

"When you got jealous while I was with other people, did I get angry?"

You bring it up and it causes Camilo to frown at you. He denies it but you point a finger at him, telling him all his flaws. It makes him mad as he does the same until it turns into a nasty fight, with him storming out of the door and you not realizing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know what, I'm glad we're finally ending this, Camilo!"

"The feeling's mutual, I finally don't get to deal with your shitty attitude"

"Same here asshole!"

"¡Adiós para siempre!"

He slams the door in front of you and it goes quiet. It takes a minute for you to fully break down on your knees, crying and hiccuping. You replay the fight over and over in your head, sending needles to prick your heart knowing the love of your life is no longer there to hold you in his arms. It was over, and it was the truth you had to carry with you through the rest of the years.

You gulped. You recalled the fight you had with him after many years of burying it at the back of your mind, you sniffed and broke eye contact with him. You find another place to stay away from him, you feel your pride swell in you as you decided to not acknowledge him at all.

Camilo was baffled to see you at the party, he too remembers the dispute you two shared before officially falling apart. A nasty feeling forms at the back of his throat as he walks away, ignoring you from the corner of his eye. The two of you fought a silent battle, to ignore each other, to act not to care.

As much as you looked coldly on the exterior, on the inside, it's killing you. You send a glare to Camilo, who's doing good at acting like you don't exist. You feel alone standing in a crowded room. Truthfully, you wanted to tell him how you missed him, but you didn't know how. You weren't mad anymore, just sad. You fidged at your clothes, secretly glancing at Camilo, hoping he'd look your way again but he doesn't.

It fucking sucked feeling this way, you felt so hopeless. When you thought you had to suffer longer, your eyes caught the band on stage, an idea lights up in your mind as you make your way to it. With a little courage, you managed to persuade the band to play a tune for you to sing along to. So, you walked on stage, hands shaking as you grabbed the microphone at the stand.

Drums kicked in followed by electric guitars, it was loud enough to catch everyone's attention at the party. They all gathered to listen closely to the lively music on stage. You inhaled.

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met, and the sparks flew instantly"

"People would say they're the lucky ones"

You began to sing. Your friends see you on the stage and cheered. As confidence filled you, it wavered when you noticed Camilo looking at you from the crowd.

"I used to know my place was a spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat"

"'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on"

Camilo was surprised to hear you singing, but he doesn't complain about it. Instead, he sticks around to listen to you more.

"Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall out"

"So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through"

You pushed yourself to sing louder, wishing you delivered the line right for your ex in the crowd to understand.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

The people around him danced along to you singing the chorus, having a great time. Camilo was conflicted if he should too but he's thinking about what you're singing about.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

"Next Chapter"

You find yourself loosening up and dancing along with the music, slightly distracting you from Camilo's intense gaze on you.

"How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy"

"And you're doing your best to avoid me"

He listens to you sing the second verse, his face was impassive but internally, he's affected by you and what you just said that's clearly about him.

"I'm starting to think, one day, I'll tell the story of us. How I was losing my mind when I saw you here"

"But you held your pride like you should've held me"

Your voice was filled with sincere emotion as your eyes landed on Camilo's, hurting and hoping at the same time.

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud"

The people were quick to dismiss what the song meant but it hits him in the face in so many ways. It hurt more than a slap, Camilo thought if this was your way of getting revenge on him for hurting you long ago.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

You confidently sing the chorus, smiling a little at the sight of the audience cheering and dancing along to the beat. But your eyes were fixated on your ex who was pursing his lips, you prayed he won't leave midway through the song.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

The guitar solo kicks in, it slowly reaches the bridge of the song and still, Camilo doesn't know what to say. He's distracted by the shimmer in your eyes, the tiny smile on your lips, and how he wanted to hold you again.

"This is looking like a contest. Of who can act like they care less"

"But I liked it better when you were on my side"

Your voice comes out softly, the melody was gentle as you try to convey what you truly feel through your singing. There was no stopping what you started.

"The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down"

"If you say you'd rather love than fight"

Camilo can feel himself bursting with emotion. He does want to choose to love than fight, he's tired of pretending he doesn't care when he does. Yet something is still holding him back.

"So many things that you wish I knew. But the story of us might be ending soon"

You feel your chest tighten for a moment, you didn't want tonight to end. You don't want to leave and never see Camilo again. You reach the chorus again.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

He feels you pour your heart out on the song, and he smiles. Camilo missed you but he's afraid that he'll ruin everything and hurt you again. He holds back his tears, feeling his emotions kill him.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now"

You hit a high note and you hear everybody cheer and clap for you. But you didn't focus on getting all the glory, you only focused on the boy with hazel eyes you're still in love with.

"And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, 'cause we're down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

It takes Camilo the entire song to realize he still loves you and that he wants you back. He doesn't want the story of you and him to end. But you bring your lips close to the mic.

"The end"

You said as the song ends. Shouting and clapping fill the room as you exit the stage. Your heart was beating fast as you caught your breath. It was amazing that you just did that. You wiped the sweat off your forehead when you hear footsteps approach backstage. Your heart leaps out of your chest when you see it was Camilo.

"[Name]..."

He says breathlessly and it merely brings you to your knees, how you missed hearing him say your name. Camilo takes the risk to come closer, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Your eyes couldn't believe it when you saw the same sparks in his eyes when you first saw him.

"Camilo..."

"[Name] I...I'm sorry. For being such a dick and leaving you that day. I'm sorry for also ignoring you here"

You were speechless at his sudden apology, and it tugs on your heartstrings. Swiftly, you pounce at him with an embrace. Camilo quickly reciprocates and holds unto you for dear life. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"I've missed you, Camilo"

"Me too, mi amor"

Your eyes go wet when he called you that, he hasn't called you that in years and hearing it again felt like coming back home. You pull away and Camilo grabs the sides of your face, softly.

"Can we start over again? Can this story not end yet?"

"Camilo, the story of us is...over"

He frowns, and disappointment spreads on his features until you smiled and went to rub your thumb on his cheek. Camilo looks at you, he couldn't be happier seeing the love in your eyes.

"But that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve a sequel"

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[yellowcry]

So, a few months ago I was listening to "Google sings We don't talk about" which later inspired me to write reaction fic that wasn't exactly finished

I remember about it, so... That's just a random dialogue heavy craziness.

Original Song link

Mirabel blinked from the bright flash. A second before she was coloring with Antonio and now she was in a strange room with a strange black...paper? (or whatever it was) and a couch.

"Okay, what's going on?" Camilo winced, looking around.

"I was working and... Uh... Just got here?" Luisa spread her arms unsurely as she bit her lip.

Mirabel looked at everyone. The whole third generation except Antonio was here with Tío Bruno, who was knocking on the wooden table. Mirabel sighed, knowing that ot was extremely normal for him.

"But really..." Isabela sighed, "What's going on?"

"Oh, well, hello." They all starled at the unfamiliar voice.

"Okay, and who are you?" Camilo crossed his arms.

"Ah, nobody." They shrugged indifferently. "So, you're going to react to a song"

Luisa raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Mirabel looked around. "It doesn't make any sense. Also, are you crying?"

"Ah, that's normal, don't worry." The person threw their head back in their hands. "You just have to listen to a song. Basically, 'We don't talk about Bruno' was translated in google translate many times and it became crazy."

Dolores squeaked. "Goo.. Gogl what?"

"Oh!" Bruno smiled, "I saw it in a vision once. It's a robot that translates stuff."

Five grandkids blinked at Bruno with faces like "What the hell are you talking about?"

Mirabel sighed, fixing her glasses. "Okay, so... We'll listen to some random human being, and react to a song?"

Bruno smiled awkwardly. "Seems like completely sane behaviour for me"

Isabela rolled her eyes. "Tío, we all know that sane is the antonym to our family."

Dolores nodded, obviously agreeing with this statement.

The six of them spread out on the sofa, staring at the monitor, waiting for the song to start.

"Emma's hot barista, no no, no"

 

"Who is Emma?" Isabela raised her eyebrow.

 

"Emma's hot barista."

 

Mirabel looked thoughtfully. "Well, it's Tía's part..."

 

Luisa scratched her hands. Do you offer to ask her?

 

"Call the wedding (call the wedding)"

 

"I think she's getting married." Camilo smirked.

 

"I'm about to finish. No cloud, no CEO (no, no cloud no CEO)"

 

Bruno asked nervously, holding his hands together. "Uh, what is the CEO?" According to everyone's confused looks, he understood that no one actually knows.

 

"Ryan enters with a mischievous smile."

"Hala!"

"Are you sharing this, Cory?"

 

"Okay, who's all those people?" Camilo asked, tilting his head.

 

"I'm sorry, my heart, it's over!"

 

"Oh, sad." Bruno shrugged indifferently.

 

"'Santa' burgundy said"

 

"Who are all those people?" Dolores squinted, whispering as she desperately tried to understand what the hell was going on.

 

"It's like 'We don't talk about Bruno', but you're actually don't talk about Bruno." Mirabel pointed out, fixing her glasses.

 

"As he puts in"

"Overflowing brainholes."

"Grandma, take a nap."

 

"I feel like dad just wanted to get rid of Abuela." Camilo smirked, crossing his arms.

 

"Male hurricane"

 

Luisa sighed. "Okay, apparently Tía's hurricane can now create men."

 

Dolores let out a laugh. "That's how Camilo was born."

 

Camilo smiled, nugging her. "I probably should be offended, but being created in a hurricane sounds cool!"

 

"Happy day, but whatever..."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching, no, no, no."

"We're not talking 'bout brunching"

 

"Me, forgetting about the existence of lunch again be like." Luisa propped up her head.

 

Mirabel sighed. "Okay, that's definitely canon."

 

"Does it mean that Luisa was the one who sang?" Camilo asked, crossing his arms. "You better not, as it will mean that I wasn't created in a hurricane."

 

"Hey! Began to fear life and Bruno fell asleep."

 

"Wow, we finally remembered about Bruno." Isabela starled as the song finally mentioned her Tío.

 

"But I thought it's not going to talk about me?" Bruno sighed.

 

"I can always hear him tweet and tweet."

 

"Tweet?" Camilo raised an eyebrow.

 

Bruno waved his hand. "Oh, it's also something from the future. Hard to explain."

 

"When the sound of sand hits the wall,"

 

"Maniacal laughter"

 

"Uh... are you alright?" Isabela pursed her lips, and everyone stared at Dolores.

 

Dolores looked away nervously.

 

"He is a minor terrorist."

 

Bruno put his arms into pockets. "Wow, rude."

 

"Grandma and the family are always noisy."

 

Dolores sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "I have no words to describe it better."

 

"Oh, cmon, it's not that bad." Isabela rolled her eyes.

 

"I hear everything. And this family is the loudest in the whole Encanto."

 

"War irritates our emotions. You know."

 

"It's a two-meter-shaped figure with a mouse on it."

 

Bruno pursed his lips. "I'm going to assume that this is about someone else. I mean, I don't even have mice. And the only two-meter-tall person I know is Luisa."

 

"I'm not. A bit shorter than this." Luisa shrugged, pointing this out.

 

"When you write your name, everything goes wrong!"

 

Camilo raised his head. "Okay, so I won't write my name."

 

Mirabel rolled her eyes. "And you're going to use this as an excuse not to write exams, are you not?"

 

Camilo put his hand on his chest dramatically. "How could you assume something like that?"

 

"He definitely would," Dolores nodded.

 

"Yes, he has a dream about you and... congratulates you for crying."

 

"Uh, congratulations?" Bruno said it unsurely, clapping his hands. "You can have... Okay, I don't really have any prize"

 

"Emma's hot barista, no, no, no"

"Emma's hot barista"

 

"And Emma is back." Mirabel sighed.

 

“Tell me my fish will die.”

 

“Why would you even ask for this?” Isabela looked confused.

 

“Yes, I'm dead.”

 

Wait, how is it related?” Luisa asked.

 

“Ah, it's nothing unusual." Bruno shrugged. “Typical Wednesday”

 

“My appendix hurts like no other!”

 

Mirabel tilted her head. “Maybe you should go to Mami."

 

 

“Her hair is messy! See, it's really messy.”

 

Mirabel crossed her arms. “I feel insulted.”

 

Camilo smirked. “Sorry, prima. Not our fault.”

 

“Well, at least I'm brushing them instead of shapeshifting.”

 

Luisa laughed. "Tia've gone so crazy trying to brush him when we lost our gifts."

 

“Literacy with the help of teachers”

 

 

“Tell me my thirst for life”

 

“Growing plants and causing chaos,” Dolores reminded.

 

"Obviously,” Isabela gave her a smug expression.

 

“I will stay in covenant and repent.”

 

“Excuse me?” Isabela rolled her eyes.

Mirabel sighed. "It's literally impossible"

 

“Tell me my skills are better in connection to Winnie the Pooh.”

 

Luisa shook her head. “Now we have some yellow bear.” She clasped her palms together. “At this point, we can create a list with all those random people.”

 

“At least marijuana.”

 

Mirabel's eyes widened. “It's Abuela's line.”

 

A wave of awkward laughter spread across the room.

 

Dolores sighed. “I'm not even surprised."

 

 

“I thinks.” he is the man of my dream"

 

“At least something is normal,” Mirabel exhaled.

 

“I'm busy. I have other interests.”

 

 

“Forget it.” Mirabel whispered before Dolores hissed at her.

 

"I'm my own person.”

 

“Hello CC.”

 

“Uh, what kind of name is it?" Camilo gave a skeptical look at the screen.

 

Bruno smiled agilely. “Oh, it's a child from FNAF”

 

Luisa sighed. "You realize that it doesn't make anything clearer for us, right?”

 

“I don't like you.”

 

 

“Bunny”

 

“What?” Isabela spoke. “How does it even relate to this mess?”

 

Luisa muttered. “Why are you even surprised? I completely lost it on the fourth line.”

 

“Yes, chocolate mountain.”

 

“Okay, now it's just a set of random words,” Camilo said, crossing his arms.

 

“That's all I know about Bruno.”

 

“What a great amount of information!" Mirabel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

 

“Wait, you have a chocolate mountain?” Camilo looked at his Tio, interested. “Can I have it as a prize for crying?”

 

Bruno shrugged. “Never heard about this before, sorry, kid.”

 

 

“Give me the truth and all honesty, Bruno.”

 

“Isabela, your girlfriend's here!”

 

Isabela smiled as she put her hands on her sides. “I like this line way more than 'Isabela, your boyfriend's here.”

 

Mirabel hit the table suddenly. “I get it! Emma is your girlfriend.”

 

She let out a laugh. "Well, they called her 'hot'”

 

“Time to dump her.”

 

“Well, those were fast relationships,” Dolores spoke, tilting her head.

 

Isabela huffed in annoyance. “Cmon, give me at least some time.”

 

(repeating the song)

 

WHERE IS IT

 

Dolores winced at the sudden screaming.

 

“In our Bruno show”

 

Do you mean where he congrats us for crying?” Luisa asked,shaking her hand.

 

“And gives us a chocolate mountain,” Camilo added.

 

“Why are you talking about Bruno?”

 

Bruno smirked. “The fun part is that almost no one talked about me. Especially compared to the original.”

 

“Is there a way to hear it?” Luisa asked, interested.

 

“Weren't you there when we singed it?” Isabela gave her a puzzled look.

 

“Uh, yes, but I was mostly having a mental breakdown over losing my gift.” She reminded, scratching her hands.

 

 

“Bruno doesn't call”

 

“Considering that he was in the walls when we sang it, he really doesn't call to anyone,” Dolores reminded.

 

“I never should give birth to Bruno.”

 

Bruno pursed his lips. “Ouch-”

 

“What a great line to finish." Isabela scoffed.

 

“I mean, I really shouldn't give birth to my uncle...” Mirabel shrugged awkwardly.

#crack fic #sorry i had to do this #encanto #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #fanfic

[madricat]

I’d thought I give an update on the baby im yours (Camilo x y/n)

Yes I have written more of it! I think I forgot to mention it was a song fic (which most of mine are) and it’s also a part two of another one

okay thats it!

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal #encanto carlos #not a fic #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x y/n #encanto camilo #camilo my beloved

[lunamadrigal]

Encanto For Funsies Game

Rules: What rules? There are rules? Nobody told me there would be rules?

Make a new post or open it to the ask box. No rules. Just pointless fun.

1. If you lived in Encanto, what job would you have? 

2. What ice cream flavors do you think would exist in Encanto if ice cream were plausible?

3. For writers: Something you wish readers knew?

4. For readers: Something you wish writers knew?

5. Any Encanto pet peeves? Can be canon or fic related.

6. Who's your favorite OC and who do they belong to?

7. And your favorite OC design?

8. Smut in fics or keeping it Gen?

9. Do you have a favorite underrated Encanto fic writer?

10. Pretend you’re Bruno for a second and you just stubbed your toe GO!

11. A song that would be on Camilo’s playlist?

12. You’ve gotta kick one canon character out of Encanto. Sorry.

13. Tag an Encanto artist that is fueling the fandom cause they deserve a hug.

#ask encanto edition #ask game #ask me stuff #encanto questions game #ask stuff #encanto on the brain #disney encanto

[wipbigbang]

WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #!completed shit #!artwork #!2023

[ehcahache]

Tagged by @landinrris 💕

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern.

10 years is a lot of time [10 Years Of Hurt, Camilo Madrigal]

"What the hell is this?" [I Won’t Say I’m In Love, Carlando]

Eurovision always makes perfect songs for parties and Lando knew that. [Tracción, Carlando]

Lando knew that using one of his best friends, who happened to be highly loved by his followers, for just a few more likes was a dirty move but, was it really that bad? [Our Photos, Carlando]

Lando was looking at himself through the mirror his room had, checking if his outfit was perfect for the night. [Somethin’ Stupid, Carlando]

They are in Brazil and like every year, they are staying in their vacation house with friends. [(Not) Like Every Year, Carlando]

Photography was a new thing to him. [Lost In Japan, Carlando]

People say you don't know what you've got until it's gone, but Lando did know. [Royal Magical Disaster, Carlando WIP]

When Lando got out of his car he was a bit frustrated. [Sea, Carlando WIP with provisional title]

"Charles, I'm not doing your homework, look for another person." [University AU, Carlando WIP]

Didn't thought that there would be a pattern but apparently I love to start my fics with Lando TOO MUCH lol

If you see this and want to do this game, you're automatically tagged by me

#tag game!

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Happy birthday @greenvillainredemption​ you wonderful cinnamon roll, who seems to enjoy breaking my heart with your fics 💕✨

Have some fluff! You deserve it 💕

Maybe it was over-done by this point, but Mirabel loved making presents for her family. When it came to special occasions, she went all out.

The triplets’ birthday, the first one since Tio Bruno’s return home, was certainly a special occasion.

Truth be told, Mirabel started on these gifts months in advance.

For her mamá, it was a brand new dress. Something a little fancier than the practical clothes she usually wore. It was a tradition that Agustín would take Julieta out for a meal and dancing, just the two of them, the weekend after her birthday. As such, Julieta would need something nice to wear. Mirabel could certainly provide that.

She chose Julieta’s favourite teal colour, but the dress was made out of much lighter, more airy material. The sleeves were shorter and she added little sparkling beads to the hems of the sleeve and dress itself. She tied a darker blue ribbon around the waist and embroidered little silver hearts in between the beads and one heart at the neckline of the dress. Not too over-the-top, still quite simple all things considered, but by Julieta’s more comfortable standards it was a dress for a gala.

Sometimes, Mirabel was quite sure that her and her sisters’ love of clothes came from Agustín. After all, he was a tailor.

For Tia Pepa, she made a new blanket. Something to keep her cosy when she rained, be it while performing her duties or simply letting her emotions out at home. It was a warm, butter-yellow, thick and wooly, striped through with orange, red and gold. Sewing and embroidery were Mirabel’s strong suit; knitting took more time and she felt clumsy as she knitted the blanket. But, through trial and error (more trial and error than she’d like to admit) she managed to add a golden sun and deep orange umbrella towards the bottom of the blanket. 

Then it was Tio Bruno’s present. 

This one proved to be the trickiest. Mirabel had already made him a new ruana, which he’d nearly cried over, so Mirabel nearly cried and Luisa did cry. It became a whole big thing.

So, he didn’t need a ruana. Or any new clothes, really. She knew for a fact that Julieta had gotten Bruno a blanket of his own, mostly to help when he was feeling anxious or overwhelmed. 

Antonio, the little angel that he was, had gotten a rat plushie from the toy-store in town; Mirabel made a little green ruana for it. Isabela had grown a whole bunch of lavender, mint, chamomile and vanilla, all of which could be made into relaxing teas, or kept in the little sachets she made.

Tia Pepa had gotten him a lot of new books. Mirabel wasn’t even sure how many. She just knew she’d seen her aunt with an entire stack of them.

Agustín had bought him some shirts for formal-wear, but also a stained-glass ornament to hang by his bedroom window. Tio Félix had commissioned an entire play-set for Bruno’s rats. Dolores was going to handmake his favourite sweets (with guidance from Julieta), and Camilo had actually written out some of his own stories and plays, the ones Bruno loved best, into one ridiculously thick book.

Luisa wrote another song, but then she also put her new painting skills into practice: she painted their lake, the lake Tio Bruno had first discovered himself as a child. 

Abuela bought him notebooks, pens in all different colours, a sketchpad and new paints. The notebooks were beautiful, with blue, green and gold marbled covers. The colours of the pens were vibrant and rich, much better than the ones Bruno had now.

In other words, they’d all gotten gifts he’d love. Mirabel knew her uncle: she knew he wouldn’t expect much, he’d outright insist they didn’t need to get him anything. In fact, he’d already said as much and only shut up when Pepa threatened to rain on him all day.

Mirabel could hardly just get him more of the same stuff. She also didn’t want to get him anything to do with hourglasses, sand or time. God knew the villagers would push enough of that onto him.

She wanted to make something he’d love, but also something he could use. Something when he was feeling low, or just wanted to rest. Something to let him know that Mirabel loved him and was glad he was back.

Her eyes wandered over her room, the bright walls and unmade bed, her presents for Julieta and Pepa...

Wait.

The bed!

Oh, Mirabel had an idea.

Truth be told, it wasn’t hard to buy a pillow in the size she needed. The main issue was finding one she felt she was soft enough. Her uncle had slept in a flimsy hammock for ten years, she was going to make sure this was comfortable, thank you.

Then it was a matter of making the cover.

It was green of course, a rich forest green. This time, she avoided any Gift symbols, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use their family’s colours: swirls of yellow and blue, pink, orange and red; magenta, gold and yet more green. It was crowded and a little chaotic, but if that didn’t sum up her family, Mirabel didn’t know what did.

Once it was all done, Mirabel hugged the pillow tightly. It was big enough, it was soft, it was pretty and a maybe a little weird. 

Perfect, she thought with a smile.

And, okay, she’d admit she felt nervous at the birthday party. As much as she loved making and giving presents, part of her was always worried she’d give the wrong thing and let someone down. The perils of presents.

But Julieta gave her a tight hug, kissing Mirabel’s cheeks with her usual exaggerated dramatics, cooing “Look at my talented, caring little girl!”

“Mamá!” Mirabel groaned, blushing furiously. “Knock it off!”

Agustín wolf-whistled when Julieta held the dress against herself. That was even worse. Yuck.

Pepa took one look at the blanket and had to put it to good use, quickly drizzling and smiling all the while. 

And then there was Bruno, who’d stammered over his thanks at every present received, eyes wide and suspiciously bright. He seemed overwhelmed, but not necessarily in a bad way. His smile was shining as bright as the candle. 

He also immediately said, “Ooh!” and tightly hugged Mirabel’s present to his chest. “Oh, that’s comfy.”

“It’s for when you’re feeling anxious,” Mirabel explained. “You can hug it. But also, y’know, you can put it on your armchair when you’re reading, or on your bed, or- whatever. Wherever. It’s uh, multipurpose.” She smiled sheepishly and made jazz hands. “Ta-da?”

Bruno smiled at her softly and quickly pulled her into a hug, squishing the pillow between them.

“You’re brilliant, kid,” he said. “This must have taken ages!”

“Worth it,” Mirabel said immediately. “It’s always gonna be worth it.”

You’re worth it, she thought. I hope you know that now.

Maybe his real Gift was mind-reading. Bruno certainly looked like he knew what she was thinking anyway, making those big eyes, head tilted like he was listening for something.

But he didn’t make a fuss. He just hugged her again and said, “Thanks, Mira.”

She hugged him tightly, steadfastly ignoring her parents kissing in the corner of her vision.

“Happy birthday, Tio.”

#happy birthday! #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto snippets #la familia madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #alma madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #the madrigal family #the family madrigal #i love them your honour #the madrigal triplets #madrigal triplets #pb&j triplets #pb&j encanto #best uncle and niece duo #bruno my beloved #mirabel my beloved

[litgwritersroom]

Ok probably the only request but lona needs a fic she wasn’t a love interest but she’s so 🥵🥵🥵

BOYFRIEND

S3 | Iona/MC | 1500+ words | @i-boop-you

At the club, Iona meets someone new. Is she gonna go home with her, or her boyfriend?

🎵 I could be a better boyfriend than him 🎵 I could do the shit that he never did 🎵

Fucking pissing it down. Nothing new there, but Alexa had hoped for a dryer start to the evening than this.

Thanks to her connection, Alexa and her friends were fast-tracked into the club and out of the rain, smiling and giggling as they waltzed by the glares from those standing in line.

The night was in full swing, and so was the club. Already packed, Alexa knew there was no way they’d have gotten in at all if it wasn’t for Ciaran making sure of it. She had to make sure she found him at some point and schmooze over what a beaut he was.

One drink in, then two drinks in, or five if shots were being counted, and she still hadn’t found him. He was showing the club to a couple friends off of Love Island, making a scheduled publicity appearance, but that was done by now, and they’d all probably be drinking up in the offices.

Alexa’s relationship with Ciaran was good enough to fast-track her into the club, but she wasn’t so sure about interrupting him and his friends in staff only areas. She’d leave it for now.

The music pulsed, the thrumming of the beat set to intense. The drinks washed through Alexa, leaving her emboldened. Before she was even on the dancefloor, her body was gyrating to the beat.

One foot on the dancefloor and Alexa spotted Ciaran. Following along with him, chatting and laughing as they made their way through the club, was Bill, Nicky, Camilo, and Iona. They were heading to the smokers section outside, all wearing new designer gear that none of them probably bought. The best dressed, no competition, was Iona.

Her short pixie cut with its baby pink highlights with her forest green outfit was the most effortlessly cool fit Alexa had ever seen. Seeing her in the crowd of boys made Alexa sweat in a way she had never felt before. She wanted her. She wanted her more than she wanted the air in her lungs.

All it took was a look. A stolen glance that Iona would never know Alexa had taken from her. She laughed, but was too far away for Alexa to hear, but the sound drove in her mind, the laugh heavy and tinkling at the same time; like a bell; a weighted chime that Alexa would gladly spend all day ringing just hear that same song playing over and over.

If ever Alexa was going to say hello, now was it. Already, half her friends had broken away to mingle and graft, so her disappearance from the others wasn’t something to worry about. She left, dodging bodies and pushing those who wouldn’t give way. Every guy who passed her tried to make eyes at her, but she wasn’t on the hunt tonight. At least, not for any of them.

Outside again, she was freezing, but like every Irish lass, she soldiered on. All that was to be done was shrug off the dropping temperatures like she wasn’t wearing a two-piece so small it didn’t have enough material to make a decent jacket.

“Ciaran!” She called out, waving him down.

He smiled when he saw her, breaking off the group. All eight eyes followed him until they landed on Alexa. Each as predictable as the last, Bill, Nicky, Camilo, they swept up her body like she was a tall glass of water and they had a quench to thirst. From Bill it wasn’t too bad, but the other boys were both in relationships (or at least, were publicly). Camilo even had his arm around Iona. The sight was like a stab in the heart. It was unreasonable of Alexa to feel this way about a woman she’d only ever seen in person across a crowded room.

To say that Iona never noticed that look from Camilo was an understatement. She was eyeing Alexa with that same heavy, hungry look, like Alexa was everything she never knew she needed. Well, what a shame she had a boyfriend, and what a shame that a moment after he ate Alexa up with his eyes, he hugged Iona in closer to him, like he was assuring her he hadn’t seen Alexa and what a stunner she was. Oh, boys. They really were all the same.

Alexa knew … given the chance … she could do so much better. If only Iona knew…

“Who’s this then, Ciaran?” Bill asked. “Didn’t realise you had a girlfriend hidden away over here.”

Ciaran guffawed. “Nah, Alexa and I aren’t together. We’re just friends.”

Fair game, it was all over Bill’s face. A less convinced look was what Alexa threw back at him, brows arched, lips tight, gaze heavy, almost like she was saying try me.

Once the greetings and introductions were over, Alexa never lingered. Nothing worse than a groupie for celebs she couldn’t even class as C list. Besides, they had plenty of other hangers on, there was no need for Alexa to hover. She wasn’t that interested.

As the night waged on, the drinks kept coming; shots between BVL’s. The longer Alexa spent at the club, the more people she bumped into; it was like going through her old facebook friends list with the amount of people she knew, so many of them who wouldn’t normally head out, come to lurk at the fifteen minutes of fame Ciaran and his friends were grasping at.

At some point, the night had to slow down, and by that point Alexa was pretty tired. She’d had her fill of guys hitting on her no matter how many times she said she wasn’t interested; her feet were already aching in her heels from time spent on the dancefloor.

Several of her friends had headed home already, some with other girlfriends, some with guys they’d picked up. Alexa wanted to say one final goodbye to Ciaran, thanking him one last time.

She scoured the club. It was easier than before, the crowds thinning now there was almost just an hour left until closing. She saw Bill, some other little slice all over him as he whispered in her ear. Alexa wasn’t about to interrupt, but at least she knew the Islanders were all still kicking about.

And like that, her gaze was drawn all the way to the dancefloor. There, like a shining beacon, with the music slowing to a sleek reverberating pulse, drumming along to her movements, the lights flashing to her rhythm, like the world was spinning to the song she wanted to play, was Iona.

Everyone was dancing around her, but she was alone. No boyfriend in sight.

All other thoughts left Alexa as she gazed at this master who’d transfixed her. Jealousy and envy and need and desire washed through her, filling her with longing. Step by step, Alexa got closer and closer, the pain in her feet no longer a burden as she strode across the sticky carpet to the wooden flooring everyone danced on.

The flashing lights flew over her as she stepped down into the pit that held the clubs biggest dancefloor. The whole world could have been squashed in with them, but Alexa only had eyes for her. It was like the sea of bodies were parting for her, like she was meant to get ahead unencumbered, just to dance with her.

Alexa grabbed her wrist, her other hand sliding around Iona’s waist. The sudden touch startled Iona, and her eyes pinged open, landing wide on Alexa. All Alexa had to do was smile and Iona eased at once.

There was no time to chat; the music was too loud. Unless they sang along to the lyrics, no one would have a clue what they were saying, but Alexa didn’t need words for this.

Hands were in hands, chests against chests, hips swaying with hips; Alexa had Iona and she wasn’t letting go. Her lips brushed Iona’s cheek as the crowded room left them to get to know one another. Her perfume smelt like citrus; it burned through Alexa like the tang of lemon. Her mouth fell to Iona’s neck, intent to devour the taste at the source.

Her heavy gaze drew along Iona’s skin, her breath heating the other woman’s skin softly like the sweep of the back of her hand. “So, where’s your boyfriend gone?”

Iona grinned, spinning to face her, her gaze falling too obviously on Alexa’s lips. “Does it matter? The relationships not real anyway. I’m here now.”

Alex grinned. “I’d expect better, even from a fake boyfriend.”

“He’s taken some girl back to the hotel room.”

“So it sounds like you need a place to stay tonight.”

Iona grinned back, biting her lip. “Yeah … I guess I do.”

They danced; Alexa’s heartbeat matching the thrum that was heating up between her legs. All Alexa knew was that she was going home with someone now, that was the gentlemen in her. This was divine intervention. That she knew, and … she would be a better boyfriend than any guy. For Iona. For herself. She wasn’t afraid to prove it.

#litg #litg writers room #writers room #litg fanfic #love island the game #prompt #ask #litg iona #litg season 3

[biographydivider]

Bruno and Camilo singing Candy Store from Heathers. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Sorry in advance. This one is really, really dumb. But I couldn’t resist. More of my fic here!

‘Are we gonna have a problem?’               Bruno started out of his daydreams, dishcloth in one hand, pot in the other. He turned, dripping suds on the kitchen floor.               ‘You got a bone to pick?’ Leaning in the doorway was Camilo; arms crossed, smirking. Baiting him. Bruno groaned internally.               ‘You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my di–’

              “Milo, please don’t swear,” Bruno sighed, stacking the pot on the draining board with the others. “Your Mamá still hasn’t forgotten that you copied me calling Diego Londoño an ‘impatient cabrón’ when you were three.”               It was true. Diego Londoño was an impatient cabrón. Not that that mattered to Pepa, of course. She’d brought that little incident up within a few days of him being back.               “A-and I’m not singing. You can’t make me.”               “Aw, c’mon, Tio!” Camilo said, deflated, as Bruno turned back to his dishes. “I brought the gramophone an’ everything.”               He disappeared for a moment, returning with the squeaking, rickety old trolley that Mama’s old gramophone sat on. Resting against it was a bright blue record sleeve, depicting three girls in different coloured sweaters, brandishing mallets. Camilo put the needle to the record, already sitting in place, and it blared into life – the twang of the singer’s ridiculous accent, the blast of the saxophones. Something a little like temptation flickered to life in Bruno’s brain.               Bruno loved singing. Even though he was, objectively, terrible at it. His range was about four notes. Anything above that and his voice faltered, wobbled, cracked. Which, you know, was fine. But when you lived in a house with this particular familia – people who could find an excuse to harmonize reading off their to-do lists for the day – it could make a guy a little insecure. Hey, not his biggest problem. Not by miles. But still. Bruno mostly kept his singing for long baths in an empty house. Until Camilo, that is.               ‘I’d normally slap your face off,’ spat the girl on the record.               ‘And everyone here could watch,’ replied Camilo, smirking.               Oh hell. Why not? Call it family bonding time.               ‘But I’m feeling nice,’ Bruno said as he whirled, tossing the dishcloth in the sink, ‘here’s some advice…’               ‘Listen up, beeyotch!!’ the two yelled together as the music blared into life.               For, like, three weeks when he first came back, Bruno had been wary of Camilo. The kid was confident, sociable, outgoing; everything Bruno had failed to be at fifteen. But then, he was also sarcastic, slightly obnoxious, the bane of his parent’s lives – or at least Felix’s, who often wished his son had a little more tact. And that was little too much like Bruno. It made him nervous. Like he was walking on rocky terrain. It made him think of the cocky, dangerous boys of his own teenagehood; Bruno never knew if they’d leave him be or make his life a misery. Better to spend his free time with shy Antonio or lovable Mirabel, and dodge the attempts at conversation from his oldest sobrino. He was never sure exactly how many genuine barbs his mocking held within it. Then, when Camilo’d caught him belting out that song about how nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, was ever gonna bring him down (when he was supposed to be dusting the bannisters) he’d almost felt…guilty? Like he’d done something wrong? He was The Madrigal Who Couldn’t Sing, he’d never hear the end of it…               The kid had just stood there, mouth open, gawking. Until the harmony hit. Then he scrambled up onto the staircase alongside Bruno and started keening about how no-one mourns the wicked. And that was it. The pair had a shared hobby. Butchering showtunes.               They switched parts midway through verses, fighting for the best lines. They missed their cues, but danced anyway. Bruno ground his knuckles into Camilo’s scalp on the line ‘’course if you don’t care, fine – go braid her hair’ and Camilo knocked his uncle with a hip on ‘you just gotta prove your not a loser anymore’; stupid in-jokes, over-played and probably not funny to anyone else anyways, but they did it every time, so they did it now. It was the closest to masculine roughhousing Bruno had ever been.               Their favourite part was the call-and-response.               ‘You can join the team –‘               ‘Or you can bitch and moan.’               ‘You can live the dream –’               ‘Or you can die alone!’               On this part, their choreography was always immaculate. Shifting their weight from one hip to another, hands in the air, feet moving back and forth perfectly on beat. Bruno grinned down at his sobrino; his eyes closed, feeling the music, just enjoying himself. It was good to see a Madrigal kid just…enjoying themselves. Not feeling pressured to make every single moment of a day important, or meaningful, or productive. Just having fun in the kitchen with his dorky tio. It was nice.               ‘Veronica, look,’ Bruno simpered, hands clasped under his chin, eyelashes fluttering. ‘Ram invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!’               Neither Camilo nor Bruno had any idea what half those words meant in context. But the important thing was that meant he was giving Camilo the best bit. The really, really loud bit. ‘I’m sooo happyy!’               Camilo beamed, clambering up onto the kitchen counter. ‘Whhooaahoooaaaoooah-woaah,’ he sang, knees bent, hands splayed to the sides, rising as the pitch did, ‘Honey whatcha waitin’ for –”               “AY DIOS WILL. YOU. TWO. SHUT. UP?!? IT IS EIGHT O’CLOCK ON A SATURDAY. A SATURDAY!”               The pair winced.               “I should…” Bruno said, guiltily gesturing at the dishes languishing in the sink.               “Yeah,” Camilo muttered, eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he slipped on his way down from the table. “I gotta…chores, you know.”               In the hallway, the record kept playing.               ‘It’s my candy store, it’s my candy…               It’s my candy store, it’s my candy…’               The pair shared a look, before leaping into position, back-to-back, hands on hearts. Their combined singing, miles outside either of their ranges, sounded like two cats with their tails set on fire.               ‘It’s my candy store, it’s my candy stooooOOOOORRREE!!’               “I DON’T CARE THAT WE’RE FAMILY I WILL THROW YOU OFF THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN.”               “Run,” Bruno laughed, pushing Camilo out the kitchen, “they’ll have to catch us first.”

#encanto #encanto fanfic #Bruno Madrigal #camilo madrigal #heathers #this is the stupidest thing I've ever written #but I thought it was funny #pensandpizza

[roronoacherries]

this song and all the ex-husband fics i've been reading lately are doing something to me...

#୨⎯ sol habla ☼

[carlosfruitsnacks]

"don't be loud"

summary:

— You spend the weekend in your hometown of Encanto, and you get reunited with your childhood best friend Camilo Madrigal, who invites you to one of his small gigs. You both realize that you have feelings for each other, but there's only one problem; you have a boyfriend.

genre:

— songfic, aged-up & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— cussing

a/n:

— i am taking a break from the angst to bring y'all the idea of Camilo if he's in an indie band, I knowwww it's similar to rockstar! Carlos but what if...

Vibrant trees along with birds fluttering in the big blue sky distract you as you watched the scene unfolding outside the car window. There was an exciting pumping of your heart within your chest as a fond smile erupted on your face. Your leg was bouncing and you were itching to get rid of your seatbelt so you can exit the car right now. You turn to your right to face the driver.

"Moooom, are we there yeeeeet?"

"Darling, we're literally three minutes away, please calm yourself"

"I know, but I can't help it! It's been a decade since I've been here!"

You beamed at your mother. Today was the day you were returning to the town you grew up in, Encanto. It was a humble little town filled with incredibly kind people, all your childhood memories of this town were magical. Ever since you moved away, you've been missing and thinking about going back. Now that it has finally happened, you were just all over the place and purely excited.

"Gee, babe, you must've missed this place so much"

"Oh come on! This town means everything to me!"

"Sheesh, whatever"

You rolled your eyes through the rearview mirror, making eye contact with the guy at the back. He was your boyfriend since you started college, he was...okay to say the least. He had moments where he doesn't want to get along with you but you're aware that you love him. The moment the car came to a halt, you gasped in exhilaration. You're here! You're actually here! As soon as the car parked, you swiftly took off your seatbelt and left the car. You took in a breath of fresh air and grinned from ear to ear.

"Dios, I've missed this"

You found the old house up front where you were raised, it was still standing firmly. You had a major case of nostalgia when looking around, it truly feels like you're back home. Suddenly, a man comes out of the front door and smiles at you, it was your uncle. You laughed as he greeted you with a tight embrace and lifted you up to your feet as if you were five again.

"I've missed you so much, mi sobrina!"

"Missed you too, tío"

"Hey, mind helping me with the luggage, [Name]?"

Your boyfriend interrupts the heartwarming moment, you sighed as your uncle lets you go. You carried all of your things to the house. You were planning on staying at Encanto for the weekend along with your mother and boyfriend since they're the only ones available. While you were settling down and having lunch, you hear an enthusiastic knock on the door. Your mother goes to answer it and you hear a genuine gasp.

"Dios mio, is this really you, chico?"

"The one and only"

You hear a male voice replying to your mother, you raised a brow and curiously stood up to see what was going on. You took a peek and merely choked on air when you saw who was at the door. You hid and clasped a hand over your mouth as you let out a silent scream.

"Goodness, Camilo, I can barely recognize you! You have grown so much!"

Your mother exclaimed. So, it was really him? Camilo Madrigal, your childhood best friend is still here in Encanto. He was incredibly special to you and your friendship with him holds a special place in your heart. You and Camilo were inseparable when growing up, you two could barely survive without holding each other's hands. You did everything with him, from sleepovers to adventures. You would never forget how Camilo would make you laugh endlessly with his stupid impressions. He loved giving you hugs when you were sad and was just generally the greatest person ever. It was very sad when you had to move away but now you're back, you're wondering if Camilo's here to see you.

You show yourself to him by the doorway, your mother sees you and takes her cue to leave. Holy shit, Camilo looks so fine. His curly brown hair was overgrown and tied to a tiny bun, he had his ears pierced. He was wearing ripped jeans and checkered vans, he had a tight yellow t-shirt on that highlighted his firm biceps. But his hazel eyes saw and looked at you with overjoying familiarity.

"'Milo?"

"No way....[Name]?!"

"Oh my god, 'Milo it's you!"

You shouted and threw yourself into his arms. Camilo stumbles back in shock but manages to keep steady and hug you back. You felt silly feeling the tears forming in your eyes as you embraced him so tightly. Camilo lets out a breathless laugh.

"Wow, you're here...you're finally back!"

"Of course! I kept my promise didn't I?"

"Oh [Name], I've missed you so much"

"Me too, Camilo"

Both of you embraced each other for a long moment. You printed the welcoming smell of his perfume, he nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck longingly. All of a sudden, someone clears their throat. You open your eyes and see your boyfriend in the doorway, unamused with crossed arms. You pull away from Camilo with a blush and an awkward smile.

"Oh! Camilo meet my boyfriend! Babe, this is Camilo, my childhood best friend here at Encanto"

"Nice to meet you, amigo"

Camilo greets your boyfriend kindly and takes out his hand. Your boyfriend raised a brow and reluctantly shook his hand. You get between them after sensing the tension rising through their brief eye contact.

"Soooo, 'Milo what brings you here?"

"I was asking if you wanna hang out just like the old times since you're back in town"

"Oh my god, sure!"

You agreed, but as you go to retrieve your shoes, your boyfriend stops you by grabbing your arm. You look to see him intensely looking at Camilo, the latter wasn't even flinching at his fiery gaze.

"I'm coming with you"

"Aw, babe you don't have to-"

"No, I'm coming with you, [Name]"

Your boyfriend firmly says you grumbled. This was supposed to be a moment for you and Camilo, no offense. You hear Camilo chuckling as he smiled at your boyfriend.

"It's okay, [Name]. I don't mind your boyfriend tagging along"

"You sure?"

Camilo nods at you. As you shrugged and went to get your shoes, you didn't see your boyfriend snarling at the cunning expression on your best friend's face.

Your boyfriend offered to drive you and Camilo all over town, it seemed unlike him but you didn't question it. You and Camilo had the greatest time of your lives. Running around like children, singing songs, and being chaotic in public areas. It was incredibly amazing to be with your best friend again. Camilo still managed to make you laugh so hard to the point your stomach would hurt.

Unfortunately for your boyfriend, he was forced to tag along and doesn't understand fun. He finds your change of behavior irritating. He didn't like how you were smiling with Camilo because you weren't like that when with him. Eventually, Camilo takes you to a small fiesta. He takes your hand and spins you around. He watched you get into the music and dance, he can feel his entire body going warm by the sight. The way you're looking at him while dancing was driving him insane, was this even allowed? That blood orange dress you're wearing looked so good it's making his head spin.

Camilo makes sure that your boyfriend was out of sight when he reaches for your hand again, he gently drags you to a quiet place nearby the fiesta. You pant, your nerves still giddy from all the dancing. Your breath comes to a stop when Camilo goes to tuck a strand of hair out of your face. The two of you stared for a while, a hot and ticklish sensation was rising within your gut. You made a grave mistake by gazing down at Camilo's lips, you gulped when he smirked at you. Knowing you got caught, you turn away.

"Eyes up here, querida"

"Stop making me feel so weird, 'Milo"

"Dios, you should've seen me. The way you're looking at me while you danced out there is making me go crazy, [Name]"

He admits. You bite your lip and carefully looked at Camilo again, your skin jumped when you noticed his passionate gaze on you. All of this could've been more predictable, you should've seen this coming. Something you have never told a soul was your undying attraction for your childhood best friend. So, when Camilo comes towering over you in a place with no prying eyes around to see, your reaction was comprehensible. You still want Camilo and he's here now, but something was holding you back. Camilo inhales.

"[Name], I love you, for a long long time now. And don't act dumb because I know you feel the same"

"Camilo this...this doesn't feel right"

"So what? Your boyfriend's a dick, we both know it. He's been gatekeeping you from having fun! I don't understand why you still put up with his attitude"

"Still, I shouldn't. I love him, Camilo"

"Fine, I'll give you five seconds to walk away right now"

Camilo leans back and crosses his arms. He holds back a laugh when he sees you looking at him helplessly glued to your spot. You know you shouldn't do it and it's wrong but why does doing bad things seems so alluring? You realize that you haven't moved from your place when your best friend's lips curl up into a victorious smile.

"Times up, [Name]-mmmph!"

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. Camilo couldn't believe it, you're finally kissing him. He reacts fast by pulling you close and kissing you back harder. You let out a muffled gasp when he bites on your lip, and you moaned when you feel his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for permission. You decided to deny him as you used your hands to rub his chest, and he momentarily stops.

"Fucking killjoy"

"Shut up, I didn't say you should stop"

You said as Camilo grinned and started attacking your neck. You gasped in surprise as you clung to him when he begins kissing your neck. Camilo rubs his body firmly against yours, making you both sweat. It felt like an eternity when Camilo decided to pull away. You gazed at each other with flushed cheeks.

"Well, ain't that magic"

"I hate you, 'Milo"

"Sure, but you initiated the kiss first, querida"

"Stop it"

You can't fathom the fact that you just made out with your childhood best friend behind your boyfriend's back. God must be frowning at you right now. But the feeling of his lips on yours felt so incredibly right like it was meant to be that way. Camilo softly strokes your hair.

"Hey, can you come to my gig later? I don't mind if you bring your stupid boyfriend with you"

"Fine. But I don't want anyone to know about this whole fiasco, okay?"

"Sure, pinky promise"

"Don't be loud"

Camilo nodded at you, but he was thinking about a lot of mischievous things. You two head back to meet up with your boyfriend who was relieved that the party was over. As you all went inside the car, your boyfriend began mindlessly driving back to your house. You were sitting in the backseat with Camilo. Unbeknownst to your boyfriend, you were sliding your hand into your best friend's and was holding his hand during the entire car ride. Camilo tried his best not to be smug about it.

You arrive at the venue for Camilo's gig that evening. Once again, your boyfriend insisted on coming along so you let him. There was a fair amount of people waiting for the show to start. You dragged your boyfriend up front near the stage so you can see it better. When the lights started going down and the crowd began cheering, your looked up the stage to see Camilo walk in along with his bandmates. He slips on his electric guitar and waited for his bandmembers to prepare. After everything was ready, Camilo presses his lips close to the mic and smiled.

"We're The Natural Disasters and this song is dedicated to a special girl out there"

He announces and the crowd goes wild, you began cheering loudly for your best friend as your boyfriend suppresses a groan. The drums kick in as Camilo starts to strum his guitar.

"Did you really think I won't pick up on that?"

"The way you're looking at me when you get to dancing"

"But let me tell you about the conflict that I have"

"Extra baggage that you somehow failed to mention"

Camilo sings and searches for you in the crowd when he sees you with your boyfriend, his smile becomes smug.

"You look so good in that blood orange dress"

"Why don't you do that thing again?"

You watch Camilo play his guitar excitedly, you give him an encouraging thumbs-up as the chorus of the song begins.

"She get, gets me up"

"She's a full on flight risk"

"Says she love him but we know that's hopeless now"

"So can we make this weekend count?"

He sings with his heart out as he strummed his guitar along with the percussion, when Camilo notices your eyes still on him, it pushes him further to continue on.

"Oh, and what her boyfriend don't see"

"Are her hands in the backseat with me now"

"Do what you want, just don't be loud"

You never thought that your best friend had the most melodious voice you have ever heard. If it were possible, you fell for him more than you have ever before. Camilo happily plays his instrument along with his band.

"Do you really think he won't pick up on that?"

"As if he thinks that he's a normal conversation"

"And does he ever know that you could be so bad?"

"Well, I could do without the constant complication"

He sings and his eyes catch your boyfriend sending a scowl at him, it was working. Camilo's plan to rile up your stupid boyfriend is working, this boosts his confidence by a thousand.

"But you look so good without your blood orange dress"

"Why don't you do that thing again?"

You feel your cheeks go hot when Camilo gives you a sneaky wink and proceeds to act like it wasn't supposed to have any effect on you. If he ever pulls a stunt like that again, you won't believe that you're going to survive.

"She get, gets me up"

"She's a full on flight risk"

"Says she love him but we know that's hopeless now"

"So can we make this weekend count?"

He sings confidently as he watched the audience dance along to the song, oblivious to what the song is about. He's a genius, he knows it because the fuming expression on your boyfriend's face was enough to prove so.

"Oh, and what her boyfriend don't see"

"Are her hands in the backseat with me now"

"Do what you want, just don't be loud"

You found yourself singing and dancing along to the song, slightly unaware of the blatant lyrics that perfectly describe of what Camilo feels about you. The music was so loud and distracting that you didn't notice your boyfriend finding his way out of the crowd, leaving you. Camilo reaches the bridge of the song and looks into your eyes.

"Loud loud loud loud"

"Don't play dumb, we ain't fooling no one"

"And you, yeah you"

"You know what you're doing to me"

He sings passionately through the mic and that's when the song hits you. As much as you wanted to be mad at him for doing this stunt, you're impressed that he managed to tell everything through a song. It makes you love him even more.

"She get, gets me up"

"She's a full on flight risk"

"Says she love him but we know that's hopeless now"

"So can we make this weekend count?"

"Oh, and what her boyfriend don't see"

"Are her hands in the backseat with me now"

"Do what you want, just don't be loud"

The drums sounded powerful but not enough to overpower Camilo's heavy gaze on you the entire song. He knew it was wrong to crush on a girl who has a boyfriend but he didn't feel an ounce of guilt trying to steal you away from your boyfriend who literally fucking ditched you midway through the gig. He guesses the asshole was getting the message that he doesn't deserve you.

"She get, gets me up"

"She's a full on flight risk"

"Says she love him but we know that's hopeless now"

"So can we make this weekend count?"

"Oh, and what her boyfriend don't see"

"Are her hands in the backseat with me now"

"Do what you want, just don't be loud"

The last chorus was even louder and it was enough for you to engrave every lyric into your brain. You began having an urge to climb up on that stage and give Camilo a long and tender kiss. You wanted to feel bad but when you tried it just wasn't there, did you even love your boyfriend? Speaking of your boyfriend, where is he? You searched around but you couldn't find him.

Finally, the song ends, and you cheered along with the audience for Camilo's fantastic performance. After the entire show, Camilo comes to meet you outside his dressing room. You run up to him with a hug and compliment him for his talented singing. The glimmering of your eyes makes him wanna get on his knees and propose then and there.

"I know, I know, I'm amazing and-holy shit is that your boyfriend?"

Camilo points behind you, genuinely surprised. With a raised brow, you turn to see your boyfriend making out with another girl. What the absolute fuck? You wanted to be angry but you only felt annoyed, it was nasty but it didn't feel gut-wrenching. You walked to your boyfriend and gave him an annoyed look. He quickly pulls his lips away from the girl and looked at you wide-eyed.

"We're over, and I don't want to hear explanations"

You simply said and walked over to Camilo, grabbing his hand. Your now ex-boyfriend gives you a dirty look and points a finger at you.

"Don't act like you never cheated on me!"

"Technically, you cheated on me first asshole, I saw the texts"

You rebutted back at him causing him to turn red in embarrassment. Camilo takes you home after the drama at the venue, you let out a heavy sigh. He frowns.

"What's wrong, amor?"

"I can't believe I didn't break up with him sooner. I literally saw him texting another girl"

"Hey, don't be sad. You got me now, right?"

Camilo comforted you. This brings a relieved smile to your face, you couldn't thank the heavens above enough for reuniting with your best friend who's now becoming your boyfriend. You give him a peck on the lips and brushed his hair. Camilo melts into your touch.

"Thanks, 'Milo"

"You're welcome. Can I come over tonight, [Name]? I want a sleepover just like the old times"

"Sure, just don't be loud"

You winked at him with a chuckle. Camilo's mouth goes momentarily agape until he shoots you a sly grin.

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[forjongseong]

la boca // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: jay x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut // warning: profanity, blowjob, thigh-riding // wc: ~2.4k

summary: your boyfriend is back from an overseas schedule and you just can't wait to jump on him

author’s note: this the fourth fic inspired by a Camilo song (actually this one is Mau y Ricky ft. Camilo)! the other three are rolex, favorito, and mareado. click here to check out the whole masterlist!

and yes! I wrote this fic right after ENHYPEN's schedule in K-Pop Flex. boy that day was a ride. the stylists came through with their outfits, LETTING JAY GO ON STAGE SLEEVELESS FOR THE FIRST TIME. was it the first time? I think it was. and ever since then us engenes have been all over the place screaming about his arms.

anyway I'm starting a permanent taglist! you can send me an ask if you wanted to be tagged in my future posts. also, I am in the process of writing a sequel for carmesí 

taglist: @hee-pster @duolingofanaccount

happy reading!

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I'm dying to kiss your mouth

I've been dreaming of trying it again for some time

Because you dance like nobody else knows how to dance

You look like the beach and the waves of the sea

The floor-length curtains were wide open as Jay stood by the window, blankly staring at the ongoing traffic below. It was rush hour, people were on their way home, and being in a high-rise building made Jay feel calmer than most of the people sitting in their cars down there. He thought of calling his dad later that night to thank him for the hotel room, perks of being the son of a CEO.

As the sky started to change colors, Jay glanced at his watch. Y/N said she would be there in twenty minutes, and to Jay, it already felt like the longest twenty minutes ever. He was thinking of calling her when he heard a knock on the door. Knowing exactly who it was, Jay sprinted to open the door and smiled as he saw the one standing in front of him.

Y/N’s hair was slightly disheveled. A drip of sweat rushed down her temple and the cropped leather jacket she was wearing might have been the reason why. She took it off to reveal the yellow, flowery sundress she was wearing underneath. Jay opened the door wider to let her in and as she did, he caught the scent of her favorite perfume--yellow hibiscus.

“Sorry,” she said as she set her jacket on the nearest lounge chair along with her handbag. “I didn’t think you would arrive so early so I took my time getting ready.”

Jay smiled as he walked over to her and kissed her temple. “It’s okay.”

“I really need to freshen up. Can I use the bathroom?” asked Y/N.

Jay just laughed his heart out. “Of course? I took this room for us to spend the night. Or two. Why would you even ask?”

“Exactly. Because you paid for it,” said Y/N as she walked towards the bathroom door.

“No, it’s courtesy of dad,” Jay spoke louder when he saw Y/N entering the bathroom. “I didn’t spend a penny on this.”

Jay heard the sound of the water running for a couple of seconds before Y/N poked her head out the door to look at him. “In that case please thank Papa James for me and tell him that I want to go for lunch with him when he’s free.”

“I’m right here and you’re thinking of spending time with my dad?” Jay really just stood there beside the door, looking at Y/N who was tying up her hair into a messy bun. She merely looked at Jay, giving him a ‘really?’ sort of gaze and Jay shrugged before deciding to sit on the sofa.

“Did you make tea yet?” asked Y/N, to which Jay replied shaking his head. “Do you want a cup?”

Jay groaned and stretched out his arms as he leaned back on the sofa. “Nah, I’m good. Come here.”

Without hesitating, Y/N made her way on her sofa and before she could choose a side to sit, Jay pulled her wrist and made her sit on his lap. “Missed you,” he mumbled into the crook of her neck as she pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Darling,” Y/N stroked the back of Jay’s head lightly. “You have no idea how I felt.”

Jay pulled back to look at her and tilted his head, intrigued. Y/N sighed as she looked away and tried to pull every single detail from her memory.

“Twitter was wilding. The moment you guys stepped into the airport, each of you rocking your own style, and YOU with your exposed collarbone,” Y/N pressed her index finger to Jay’s forehead as he laughed. “And your necklace just there sitting around this area,” Y/N started hovering her fingers around Jay’s neckline and she felt his breath hitch.

“Honestly it’s like you’re begging for me to leave hickeys.”

Jay tried to bite his smirk away but failed horribly. “I’m… sorry?” he said, unsure.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m not done yet.”

Jay chuckled and nodded. He fixed a strand of her hair to the back of her ear and caressed her cheek. “Continue.”

“And when Jungwon posted a selfie update with you, the Jaywon stans went wild. Oh, people were drooling over sleeveless Sunghoon too.”

“Were you drooling over him too?”

Y/N paused to look her boyfriend in her eyes. Jay stared back, genuinely curious. “Now don’t be silly. Sunghoon looks great but can you let me finish?”

“Of course, baby,” Jay pinched Y/N’s cheek and it made her pout.

“And then! You guys were doing rehearsals and we saw updates on the timeline but what really broke us was when YOU CAME OUT SLEEVELESS!”

Jay broke out roaring in laughter at the sudden raise of Y/N’s voice, completely amused at the enthusiasm she had retelling the whole story.

“Baby, I’ve seen you naked so why was I hyperventilating too??”

Jay could not, for the life of him, stop laughing. He was embarrassed, gassed up, but also feeling so much adoration for this fine young lady sitting on his lap. “Please continue.”

“Okay. So there were a lot of photos and videos, and of course I scrambled to find a link to stream the whole thing, and I did, thankfully. Let’s just say I can relate to whatever anyone else was feeling. I also wanted to bite your biceps.”

Jay almost snorted at Y/N’s last remarks. “I’ll let you. Are you done?”

Y/N tilted her head, trying to think. “I think I am?”

“Good. Now, come closer.”

Y/N had to steady herself and hold on to Jay’s shoulders as he pulled her by the neck and captured her lips in his. As they danced with their tongues, Jay’s other hand squeezed into her hips, and she let out a soft sigh to which he happily swallowed.

“Do it,” Jay said, almost like he was drunk.

Y/N frowned. “What?”

“You said you wanted to leave hickeys. Do it. Anywhere you want.”

Y/N chuckled and pushed back the hair from his forehead. “You have a schedule in two days. You’re gonna be on camera.”

“There’s this thing called concealer, or I could just wear a turtleneck,” Jay took the liberty to take off his shirt as Y/N was still pausing to consider. “Come on.”

“Why are you so eager?” Y/N asked with a smile.

“I just want to give you what you want,” he leaned in for a quick peck. “And I love feeling your lips all over me.”

Y/N’s heart almost exploded hearing this, so to disguise her excitement, she leaned in and started planting kisses on Jay’s neck. She started on his birthmark, on the left side of his neck, and he decided to close his eyes. His hands were on her waist, rubbing her gently as she worked her way down to his collarbones, sucking and nipping and eliciting musical groans from his lips. When she decided it was time to give his right side its turn, she stopped in the middle to kiss him on the lips and he smiled really wide, eyes still closed. Once she was done devouring him, Jay opened his eyes and saw the lipstick on Y/N’s lips gone, leaving just a sheer red tint around her mouth.

“You went to town,” said Jay, amused. Y/N was rummaging through her handbag while still keeping her seat on Jay’s lap, and then she took out her hand mirror.

“Look,” she said, prompting Jay to look at the result of her work. There were several red marks already starting to bruise and Jay winced because it looked like it hurt, although what he felt the whole time was purely pleasure.

“Happy?” Y/N asked, expecting.

Jay nodded as he cupped Y/N’s face in both his hands. “Thank you, baby.”

Y/N leaned in for another kiss, this time slow and gentle. Before Jay was done with it, though, she pulled back a little, their noses still touching, and asked under her breath.

“Can I suck you off?”

Jay was hoping Y/N did not feel his cock twitch at her request. She patiently anticipated, looking into his eyes. Jay had to mask his eagerness and furrow his eyebrows.

“You don’t have to, babe,” he answered, knowing very well that Y/N much preferred to pleasure him inside her or with her hands.

Y/N pouted and removed herself from Jay’s lap, moving down to kneel before him and spreading his legs in front of her. As she kneeled, she caressed Jay’s thighs and he involuntarily flexed. She rested her head on his thigh before looking back into his eyes.

“I want to,” she said, almost purring.

“Fuck, okay,” Jay answered in a split second. Y/N smiled and started unbuckling his belt.

Not knowing where exactly to put his hands in this position, Jay just sat there helplessly. But when Y/N finally freed his cock from his boxers, his hand instinctively went to the back of her head. When she started licking, he threw his head back. When she started sucking, he stifled a groan and made a fist of her hair, his other hand gripping the edge of the sofa. With the mix of licks, sucks, and kisses going on in between his legs, Jay lost track of time, and he didn’t even have the chance to warn Y/N that he was coming.

Y/N took it gracefully, calmly helping Jay ride out his high before carefully slipping his cock out of her lips. The sound was lewd and Jay was gasping for air. The sight in front of him didn’t help. Y/N blinked, looking at him as she swallowed the last of his drops, wiping the bottom of her lips and cleaning herself to make her look presentable again.

“You’re a fucking goddess, do you know that?” Jay finally broke the silence as he kept his gaze on his girlfriend. Y/N smiled shyly before coming back up. Jay held both her hands to keep her steady as she leaned in.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked. Jay chose to answer by shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting himself. Y/N smiled into the kiss and stroked both of his arms as she let herself sit on his lap again.

“Y/N,” Jay fixed the strands of hair again and caressed her cheek.

“Hmm?” Y/N replied nonchalantly as she dabbed the beads of sweat forming around Jay’s forehead.

“I’m sorry but I’m really too tired to do anything more tonight,” he said blatantly, seeming to have lost all pride and energy after getting the best suck of his life.

Y/N chuckled and lightly slapped Jay on the cheek, to which he reacted with a playful wince.

“It’s okay, I only came here to suck your cock anyway,” she said, obviously joking. Jay groaned and threw his head back again, sulking.

“Wait,” he suddenly sat straight back up. “I’ve got an idea.”

Y/N frowned but quickly relaxed her face as she gasped, feeling Jay’s cold fingers suddenly grazing the top of her heat.

“Alright babe, since you’re already soaking wet,” Jay tapped her hips to signal her to stand up for a while. As she moved out of the way, Jay pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles. Y/N was about to open her mouth when Jay gave a command.

“Ride my thigh,” he said, like an offering.

Y/N almost choked at the proposal. She was almost too shy to say yes, but who was she to refuse? Jay was sitting there buck naked except for his pants pooling around his ankles, and Y/N was standing with her sundress still intact, holding the curves of her torso.

“Come on,” Jay inquired. “Take off your panties.”

There was something very assertive about Jay’s tone sometimes that would always make Y/N feel compelled. She did as she was asked, and Jay put his hands on her hips again, guiding her to sit on his right thigh.

“Just keep grinding, I’ll help you finish.”

As Y/N started straddling Jay’s thigh, he kept one hand on her hips and the other pulling down the strap of her dress. When she sat down, Jay felt the contact on his skin and immediately sat up, flexing his thigh.

“Go on, babe,” Jay whispered, pulling her in closer. “Move for me.”

“I don’t think this will really…” Y/N wasn’t able to finish her sentence as she felt Jay pull the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts and latching his lips on to one of them. “…work.”

Y/N sighed as she started grinding on Jay’s thigh. The feeling of his lips on her skin, sucking and nibbling, contributed to the immense build up she felt in her stomach. Jay’s hands were stroking her hips, caressing her back, touching her everywhere else but her core.

“Jay,” Y/N moaned. “I need help.”

Jay nodded and slid a hand underneath her dress, quickly finding her clit. He pressed his thumbs on it and drew circles as her moans grew louder. His eyes were glued on her face, making sure he was able to see the signs of her reaching climax without having to tell him.

Y/N whined and hunched her body over Jay’s shoulder. He kept his pace and whispered sweetly into her ear.

“I know, babe, I know,” his other hand started stroking her hair. “I’ve got you.”

With the reassurance and the expert ministration of his fingers, Y/N finally reached her high. Jay felt his thigh now soaked in her juices, and he smiled proudly, knowing that she wouldn’t see his smug smile as she was still hunched over him.

“You okay?” he asked as she pulled back to sit up straight, still glued on his thighs.

Her cheeks were flushed, her messy bun from earlier now more of just a mess than a bun, and even her eyeliner was slightly smudged. But to Jay, she looked the prettiest this way.

“I can’t believe you just made me cum on your thigh,” Y/N said with a sigh, clearly looking more tired than him now.

“If I could I would make you cum anywhere on me, babe,” said Jay as he grabbed Y/N’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours,” Y/N replied, bringing Jay’s hand to caress her cheek. “Tea?”

Jay chuckled and wondered how Y/N was able to switch within seconds, gaining her energy with just simple words of affirmation.

“Yes, please,” he answered with a smile.

Y/N planted one last kiss on Jay’s cheek before standing up and walking away. Jay let out a deep breath.

“Put your pants back on,” she said as she moved to grab the kettle. “I don’t want my tea to get cold just because we got busy fucking again.”

-END-

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[cannibalthoughts]

Pepa’s room design

I know we saw a corner of Pepa’s room in canon but it was boring so no we didn’t

From the three (gift) rooms we get a good look at in canon, each person’s bedroom:

relates to their gift

reflects on some aspect of their identity

has a sense of being outdoors

For the triplets, I additionally wanted to give them sensory themes, because Bruno’s gift is all about sight and Julieta’s is about taste/smell. And since the rooms canonically change over time, I wanted the rooms to match the husbands as well.

Pepa and Félix love to dance. They dance at Antonio’s party, start dancing even before We Don’t Talk About Bruno switches to Mirabel Vision TM, they dance together after Casita is restored, and Bruno initiates his apology during All of You by inviting Pepa to dance. Two of their children have gifts relating to sound (Antonio is exclusively shown communicating with animals by speaking out loud), and Camilo is all about drama and performance.

Sound, especially music, is important to Pepa’s and Félix’s relationship, and to their branch of the family. So for Pepa’s and Félix’s room, I went with water and sound.

From my fic:

The door opened onto a pale wooden bridge, glossy with lacquer, leading to a round platform covered in enameled mosaic tiles. In the center stood a canopy bed, soft and white as a cloud, accented by gauzy curtains. More bridges led from there to other sections of the room, but the most attention-grabbing part of the room was the waterfall. Past the bed, it cascaded in uneven tiers, more than a dozen streams that diverged and reunited as they flowed down the rock face. Rainbows glittered perpetually in the spray. Water swirled beneath the bridges and around the islands. The whole room echoed with the sound of it, something halfway to song.

The water provides white noise: something soothing, and something that helps drown out the thoughts Pepa doesn’t want to have. Some of the river rocks glow in the dark, acting like a nightlight.

It’s vibrant, it’s beautiful, and it’s compartmentalized. Every portion of her room is an island, separated by water, the way she keeps her emotions tucked away in neat little boxes. When she storms, the waters churn and rise. If she floods them, the overflow of water connects everything, a complete breakdown of her forced disconnection.

Also all the rooms have ensuite bathrooms because what was Jared Bush thinking. Pepa and Félix have seashells in theirs because Félix’s birthday is the anniversary of Cartagena’s independence (Nov 11) and I headcanon that he immigrated from there. He brought the shells with him as a memory.

#encanto #encanto meta #pepa madrigal #re: the glowing rocks i also subscribe to the headcanon that pepa calls bruno ''luciernaga'' #so make of the 'glowing things help manage her anxiety' what you will :) #her siblings know she used to be afraid of the dark but only Félix knows she still is #bc it reminds her of when her clouds are thick and large enough to blot out the stars and her winds and rains extinguish lights #as they learn to see

[ms-moonlight-inn]

I’ve heard your latinx 👀 any songs in Spanish you consider certified Gallavich anthems?

OooOoo, have you come to the right place.

*rubs hands together*

Ok, if we're talking about the quintessential heartbreak song, it's a toss up between "No Volveré" (I adore the Pedro Infante version) or "Por Tú Maldito Amor" (Vicente Fernández has rights here).

A much more modern take on this theme would be Ozuna's "El Farsante."

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Now, for that sexy, sexy...

Damn, if feel like you can't go wrong with "Vente Pa' Ca" by Ricky Martin ft. Maluma (like, that man really said, "nos comimos boca a boca en el sillón" 🥵🥵🥵)

And pretty much anything Romeo Santos, that dude's voice just has that romance drip.

Rosalia's "Di Mi Nombre" is ALL about the conquest. Have you seen that music video? The way she bounces onto that bed, then does those flamenco hands? 😏 Yeah...

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Ok. For the sweetness, look no further than Camilo. yuP. You know I'm about to suggest "Vida De Rico" & "Tattoo." Fuck it, throw "Tutu" in there, too. But "Vida De Rico" is fucking tops here.

Shit, I feel like I'm missing a bunch of songs here. The sweet songs are always the hardest to remember. Why is that? 😆😂

Ok, don't kill me on this one, this is one's bit of a history lesson, as well as a reminder of how wide a category Latinx music is. (Note how wide & varied this list is.)

Anyway, Freddy Fender's "Sugar Coated Love" is just a sweet (pun intended!) & fun rockabilly Tex-Mex jam number. If you've ever thought of a Gallavich western AU, you HAVE GOT to add some good-ass Tex-Mex music references to it. Freddy Fender is the dude for that. 🎸

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Ok, fuck, i should be working on Lottery, but this ask got me super excited. I love talking music just as much as I love talking fic.

Thank you for this amazing ask.

Lemme know if you have any specifics I didn't hit upon. 🫶

#gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #asks #askbox #asks and answers #anon ask #music asks

[aeoneri]

Tag Five People You Want to Get to Know Better

Originally I need to tag nine people, but unfortunately, I only tagged five because I don't have that many moots.

Thanks for the tag, @glitternightingale! Sorry, it took so long!

Fav color: Blue (and more recently, emerald green!)

Currently reading: Komi Can't Communicate by Tomohito Oda

Last song: Tattoo (Remix) by Rauw Alejandro and Camilo

Last series: The Way of the Hot and Spicy

Last movie: Sonic 2...I don't always watch movies.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy-Savory forever.

Currently working on: My WIPS (fics/fanart) & work-related creative projects. Speaking of which, I need to start writing Act II of Tacones Rojos.

Tagging: @neon-green-eyes, @dmmaws, @azucareraart, @waitingonavision, @lunamadrigal

#tag game #aeoneri answers

[calswildflcwer]

•◦❥◦• MASTERLISTS •◦❥◦•

✿ series, ✮ one shots, ❆ drabbles, ✹ hc’s, ♡ fluff, ☾ angst, ♪ song fic, ✘ no comfort, ❦ requests, ♧ platonic.

✧ ongoing, ✦ completed, ✩ wips.

— carlos madrigal

♡✮ Wrong Side Of Heaven ✦

✿♡☾ Forbidden ✦

✿♡☾ Twins ✦

✿♡☾ His Muse ✦

✿♡♪☾ I Wish You Didn’t Love Me ✦

♡✮☾❦ Home For The Holidays ✦

♡✮❦ Let Me Show You ✦

♡✮☾❦ You’re Hurt ✦

♡✮❦ Started With A Prank ✦

✿♡☾ Bad Reputation ✦

✿♡☾ Tutor ✦

✿♡☾ Fake Date ✦

— camilo madrigal

✿♡☾ Marry Me ✦

♡✮ Nothing Special ✦

✿♡☾ The Quinceañera ✦

♧♡✮❦ I’ll Be There For You ✦

✿♡☾ Don’t Send Me Back ✦

♡✮ Baking Session ✦

♡✮❦ Sick ✦

♡✮☾❦ Don’t Leave Me ✦

♡✹❦ Curls Are Beautiful ✦

♡✮❦ Started With A Game ✦

✿♡ Secret Admirer ✦

✮♡♪ Marry That Girl ✦

✿♡☾ The Arrangement (on hold) ✧

— bruno madrigal

✿✘☾ Arranged Marriage ✦

✿♡ The Vision (on hold) ✦

— la familia madrigal

✿♧☾ Turn It Down ✦

— isabela madrigal

♡❆ The Language Of Flowers ✦

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OC Masterlist here !

Rules here !

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