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youcouldmakealife · 2 months

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SOTM: Bruno Roy, various Roys (Morgan/Theo); contraband

For the prompt: Does Bruno Roy notice the tension between his poor rookie and Theo in the house?

Bruno would like to think he’s a pretty observant fellow. His teammates would certainly describe him that way. He’s been keeping an eye out for his younger teammates practically since the start of his career, and that takes paying attention, because fuck knows most of those guys would rather get their teeth knocked out than actually ask for help.

His wife would probably disagree, though. She’s the one who notices what’s up with the kids, always filling him in. He doesn’t know if that’s because she's more observant, or if it's because he spends close to half of his time on the road during the regular season, sees his kids less than his teammates, most of the time.

If that’s it there’s nothing he can do about it, and honestly, the last time he was around for an uninterrupted stretch, laid out with a groin injury, his kids were as happy as him when he got cleared to play, and Celine was the happiest of all. He is, he’ll admit, not very good at staying still, and there was a lot more of that than he’d like on bed rest. He’s best in motion.

But with three of his kids firmly in the teen years now, the problems are multiplying. Matt barely leaves his room unless food or school’s involved, and there’s a hell of a lot of reluctance on the school thing. Alexia’s reached the baffling stage of teenage girlhood Bruno won’t even pretend to understand, where everything that used to make her happy makes her mad instead, plus her friends are all dicks. Celine puts it a little more diplomatically, but they’re in agreement on that one.

And Theo, well — Bruno thought the hard part was over after Theo came out to them, and it mostly was — before that he and Celine spent an entire year debating whether they should tell him they knew or wait until he was ready to tell him, and they were getting precariously close to the first one when he sat them down.

But now Celine says something’s up between Morgan and Theo, and scoffs at him when he says he hadn’t noticed. He’s sure she’s not wrong, and he might worry if it was anyone else billeting with them, but Morgan? Morgan’s the opposite of a worry.

“Morgan’s a good kid,” Bruno says. “It’ll probably work itself out.”

“It hasn’t yet,” Celine says. “And it’s been awhile.”

“Can’t be that bad if I haven’t noticed it,” Bruno says, and that’s when he learns just what his wife thinks of his observational skills.

Frankly, he doesn't think she needed to laugh that loudly.

Bruno keeps an eye out after that. Not that he doesn’t keep an eye out, but, you know, he keeps a focused eye. Like the difference between casually watching a game and scouting the opponents. And of course, now that he’s paying close enough attention it’s pretty obvious that as usual, Celine is right.

‘The vibes are off’, as he’s pretty sure his kids would say. Also pretty sure that they’d call him embarrassing for saying it, like he doesn’t share a locker room with kids barely older than them. Houses a good number of them too, though thankfully it’s been one at a time. They’re all good kids — his teammates and his children — but they can be, well —

Matt slinks out of the kitchen, hunched over in a hoodie, arms wrapped around his torso. Bruno doesn’t need to be around 24/7 to recognize that trick. And unless Matt’s suddenly gained a significant amount of weight in one area and one area only, Bruno suspects he’s smuggling something. A bag of chips, Bruno believes. Family size too, it looks like.

“Matt,” Bruno says from his spot on the couch, and Matt guiltily pauses, one foot on the stairs. “No chips before dinner. Also, no eating in your room. Take your pick on which rule you’re breaking.”

“I don’t have chips,” Matt says.

“You pregnant?” Bruno asks, and Matt sighs and pulls a bag of chips from where he’s been hiding them under his hoodie. They keep the AC on high, but not that high: hoodie is an immediate tip-off smuggling’s happening. Well, that or that his kids have been in Texas too long.

“I could have been pregnant,” Matt mutters as he goes up the stairs, which is an argument so nonsensical there’s no way Bruno should be dignifying it by replying.

“No you could not have been pregnant!” Bruno says, because it’s an argument so nonsensical Bruno can’t help but reply, dignity or not.

The front door opens just in time for someone to overhear that, because of course it does. Morgan stands frozen in the doorway, wide-eyed, looking like he’s considering turning right around and walking away rather than deal with whatever he just walked into. Bruno doesn’t blame him at all. It’s kind of a wonder they keep letting him billet rookies, though Kai and Grigory did okay, he supposes, considering the level of Roy exposure they got. Morgan’s struggling. He’s too nice a kid for his own good, honestly.

“I was talking to Matt,” Bruno says.

“Um,” Morgan says, then smiles weakly without asking a single question, even though he must have a dozen of them. Too nice for his own good, like Bruno said.

“He was smuggling chips,” Bruno says.

“Under his hoodie?” Morgan asks, relaxing, before shutting the door behind himself and slipping off his shoes.

See? In this house hoodies are only used for smuggling. Even Morgan knows it, and he’s only lived here a few months.

“I didn’t know I lived with the KGB!” Matt yells from upstairs.

“That doesn’t exist anymore!” Theo calls from the kitchen — Bruno didn’t even know he was there, but say something wrong and he’ll appear from nowhere just to correct you, like a genie that provides fun facts instead of wishes. Also not so fun facts. Usually they’re not actually fun facts.

“I’m sure they haven’t stopped spying or anything,” Theo says as he comes into the hallway. “They just changed their name.”

“Thank you, Theo,” Bruno says.

“You’re welcome,” Theo says, then, “Um.”

“I’m going to,” Morgan says, then heads upstairs without actually finishing the sentence, taking the stairs two at a time.

Okay, if it’s been like this the whole time, maybe Celine was right to cackle.

“Anything you want to tell me about?” Bruno asks.

Theo’s eyes dart toward the stairs, and Bruno swears he can see him debating whether it’s a better idea to flee, and potentially look like he’s following Morgan upstairs, or stay where he is and have to answer Bruno’s questions.

Looks the exact same in his house as it does the locker room, and Bruno’s roster has been young enough, in recent years, to see that struggle plenty of times, guys in a snit with each other, stuck on the road. Worst case is when you’re pissed at someone and they’re right ahead of you getting onto the plane. No choice but to follow, and if you’re going anywhere cold, you’ve got to deal with them putting their shit up in the overhead bins.

“Got homework,” Theo says, and retreats back into the kitchen. Bruno had forgotten about option three. That was an oversight, especially when it’s Theo: he always seems to pick the option Bruno hadn’t considered.

“Did you want—“ Bruno says, cut off by Theo’s “No thanks, it’s due tomorrow, bye!”

Bruno sighs, eyeing the stairs himself, then decides to go sit back down. If intervention is needed, he needs to call in the cavalry first, because he’s all out of ammo.

He's got chips now, though. So at least he's got that going for him.

#fic snippet #SOTM #theo roy #morgan fraser

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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Team Bucciarati & Accidentally walking in on you while you are changing

Warning: all characters are 18+ in this situation, kinda suggestive content ahead if you squint? Well beside Mista’s but… really nothing crazy lol

Reader is female!

A/N: I have like 37 fucking JJBA smuts I could finish yet here I am writing this stupid shit LMAO — also my phone is acting so infuriating lately so please bear with me if there are any typos Proof read? Never

Giorno Giovanna

He knocks, every single time, so how this even happened is beyond him. Maybe it was because your door was slightly ajar, maybe it was because it was only the two of you home in the apartment the entire gang shared, whatever the reason was… Giorno still failed to knock. “Y/n do you ha—oh.” He froze midway through the door, eyes widening ever so slightly as he looked at you. You were mid-change, a shirt on but no pants, panties sticking to your frame as you turned to face him. “Giorno!?” You yelped, grabbing the closest item to shield your lower half — in this case it was your pillow. “I’m sorry I…” he was turning around so you only saw his back. “I just wanted to ask you something but it can certainly wait till you are decent…” he was making his way back out of your room, face burning just as brightly as yours.

Bruno Bucciarati

He wasn’t thinking, knuckles hitting your door a few times and pushing it open without waiting for a response. “Y/n I need you to help me with this paperwork…” he locked eyes with you, his tired brain taking a second to process that you looked shocked. “B-Bruno!” Your hands were over your bare chest, hugging your breasts tightly. He blinked once, twice, three times before his cheeks were turning neon red. You’d never seen him exit your room so quickly, hand over his mouth as he clicked the door shut. “My deepest apologies…” he was muffled from behind your door but you could still hear the embarrassment in his voice. “I am… so so sorry… forgive me I…” you began to laugh, reaching for a shirt to throw over yourself. A second later, you were opening your bedroom door. “No need to apologize, Bruno. It’s alright.” Your cheeks were still warm, but it felt less awkward seeing how shy he had gotten. You found it rather cute.

Pannacotta Fugo

It’s a rare occasion for Fugo to even come close to your room. He probably couldn’t even accurately describe it if he wanted too. So how he ended up where he was now? So red in the face he was nearly purple? Was still a mystery to him. “Oh? Hi Fugo.” You smiled, reaching for your perfume, it seemed you were oblivious to the fact that you were only in a pair of panties and a bra. His mouth was hanging open, eyes comically wide as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Fugo? Are you alright? You usually don’t come in my room?” For you, it wasn’t really a big deal. I mean you’ve all been to the beach together before, you weren’t really showing that much more skin at the moment. “Earth to Fugo? Did you need to tell me something?” Your hand waving in his face was the only thing that snapped him out of it, mostly because of your new proximity. “I-i’m so sorry! I don’t even know why I came in here! I’ll just let myself out I…” he was still muttering as he left, hands coming up to hold his face once he was out of your sight.

Narancia Ghirga

You’re used to it by now, he quite literally never knocks and always lets himself in. “Hey Y/N! I need to ask you…” you jumped, moving to cover yourself before realizing it was just Narancia. You mostly zoned out when he started asking you questions, some how you’re half assed answers seemed satisfactory for him. Most of the time, Narancia sat in your room talking your ear off as you got ready for the day. He was, in every sense, not phased seeing you half naked. Of course he’d never seen you in anything less than a bra and underwear, but in your eyes it was the same as being seen in a bikini. Narancia was just…Narancia. “Where do you even come up with these questions?” You slipped a shirt over your head, laughing as he tilted his head. “I dunno.” Was all he could give you, eyes training on your CD collection as you rummaged through your closet for a pair of bottoms. Really, it didn’t even phase you anymore.

Mista Guido

The last thing he expected was to get a face full of your ass when he walked into your room. “Merda, y/n! You could kill a man with a sight like that!” Always a smart ass… and a flirt. You rolled your eyes, straighten from where you had been bent over rummaging for pajamas. “You scared the fuck out of me, Mista.” He made his way into your room, throwing himself on your bed. “Ah well, you scared me too with an ass like that. The very thought of you sitting—“ you picked up your pillow and began hitting him with it, laughing as he attempted to block. “You are such a horny bastard.” You shook your head, finally flopping yourself beside him when he stopped putting up a fight. “I can’t help it! Having a roommate as good looking as you… who loves to walk round half nude…” the pillow was hitting him once again, this time both of you couldn’t contain your laughter.

Leone Abbacchio

He was only walking into your room because Bucciarati sent him to get you… what he failed to do though was knock. “We’re going to dinner, hurry your ass up so we can…go…” he froze, eyes matching the size of yours as you instinctively covered yourself with your towel. “Why wouldn’t you knock?!” You felt your face getting warm, knowing full and well that Abbacchio had quite literally just seen all of you. “I—“ he swallowed, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, even that quick glance of your body was engraved into his mind. “I’m sorry…I…” he was stumbling backwards out of your room, praying his cheeks weren’t turning as red as they felt. “J-just hurry up so we can go get dinner…” his voice was strained, quite unusual for him, which was making the situation all the more awkward. “Okay…” you croaked, mentally reminding yourself to lock your door from now on.

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ttoddii · 26 days

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hii! i’m lili, a lesbian, and i’m 20! i’m fairly tall (168cm-170cm) and my hair is also dyed half red! i’m really caring and i pay attention to details about my partner! i like to spoil those i love with kind words, gifts, or just cute things they might like. i also love dancing. i love to give reassurance and i need it as well. my music taste is more rnb, k-rnb & k-hiphop. i love leehi, cl, bibi, baekhyun, vedo, rihanna, bruno mars, and sza! i like feeling protected and i love to protect those i love too!! i don’t really like being the shorter one in relationships, but i also don’t really mind if i really like the person! i hate arguments that won’t be resolved or be able to be talked out in the end. fun fact or more embarrassing i guess, about me is i love cheesy romance dramas! thank you so much for this event 🫶

team bebe match up event !!!

"the coffee shop is now ⟶ OPEN !"

a/n – hey! thank you for participating the event, and i'm so sorry for the late response, hope i make up for it with this! enjoy.

i match you up with ...

... bada !!!

how lili and bada relationship would be like ~

— ! bada and you are such a cute couple! people admire how you two would look out for each others. she remember your whole schedule so she could pick you up whenever she's free, and you remember everything she likes so she never have to say a word for you to do just exactly what she want.

— ! bada would definitely protect you from things, people. so you dislike this person? no worries she is now also disliking them too! she will forever be by your side.

— ! assurances from bada "baby i love you"; "you're doing so great!"; "i appreciate you so much"; "thank you for being who you are".

— ! quality time where you two would listen to the same songs, cuddling, having deep talks.

— ! bada is usually stressed out with her work load, and so she would stay up really late at night. you will always look out for her, brewing tea, leaving snacks, talking to her, assure her that she's doing great. how can bada not love you? she is so grateful to have you by her side.

— ! after talking through an argument and work it out, you would be next to her, both of you watching a romantic movie together as bada hug you softly and leaving small kisses on your cheek.

bonus ~ !

you walk back to your shared home, a bag in your hand as you smile softly, the weather has been harsher, cold wind blowing through the back of your neck as you shiver a bit from the sensation, rubbing your hands together to create some friction, warming it up in the process to make you feel better, you quickly pick up the pace and walk through your front door.

bada turn to look up at you when she hear the front door open, her form standing in front of the counter as she smile.

"hey darling", she walk over to you before kissing on your forehead to give you a small greeting "you're shaking a bit, is it cold outside? you should have wear more layers lili."

you nod your head, confirming that it's cold before you hand the bag to bada. your lover is clearly confuse, her head tilted a bit to one side as she take it from you.

"it's a gift", you said softly, waiting for bada to peak into the bag to see a scarf you had bought.

you have always been concern for bada's health, and with how she usually stay up for work, you're worried that her immune system won't withstand the cold. the least you would want is for your girlfriend to catch a cold or get a fever just because you didn't buy her a scarf.

"oh, love" bada smile, taking the gift out to wrap it around her bare neck, half of her face now covered with how big the scarf is "you didn't have to, i have some old ones", bada said, her voice muffled.

your girlfriend is considerate, she always say that it's unnecessary to buy her things, she could always buy them herself, and it's a waste of your money to spend it on her.

but for you, when you could look at how her eyes shine happily.

everything is worth it.

©ttoddii 2024

#bada swf2 #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #⟢ tod's chaos #bebe match up event !

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rougepancake · 9 months

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Hi! Could I request Bruno Bucciarati x reader where Bruno is injured and have to stay in the bed and reader (also stand user and member of bucci gang) is taking care of him?

ADORABLEEEE

Confessions

FT. Bruno Bucciarati

WARNINGS: injury, mentions of violence, fluffy stuff. Not proofread

“Bucciarati? Are you in here?” Your voice echoed in the empty room. Abbacchio had told you that they were in need of your help, but you hadn’t quite expected it to involve your Stand.

You see, you run an orphanage in Napoli. It’s all you can really do without getting involved in whatever Bruno and the others do. They’ve refused to tell you, saying that it’ll keep you safe, but you’ve got your ideas.

“Hello?” He was supposed to be in the orphanage, yet you couldn’t find him anywhere. According to Abbacchio, he wouldn’t even be able to move that far- so where had he gone? Thankfully the children were outside, which meant that they wouldn’t know about your injured friend.

The less they knew the better.

“Ah. Y/n. It’s good to see you.” His voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.

“What in the world?! Aren’t you supposed to be in the recovery room??” You shouted, and he smiled. Clearly he was injured, his face pale and his movements unsteady. It made you worry to see such a strong man in such a state.

“Sorry. I wanted to see what you’ve done with the place…” His smile was bashful, his hand extending to you as he put his weight onto you. “I should have rested, like I was told…”

“Never mind that.” You sighed and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the recovery room so you could heal him. “How bad is your injury?” You felt Bruno tense at your question, which meant that it was worse than the usual scratches he came in with.

With a sigh, you led him to the cot and grabbed some bandages. “You’re gonna be here a while, you know that, right?” All he could do was nod.

“I don’t mind. I trust you.”

It was a good thing your back was turned to him, because your face flushed an embarrassingly deep shade of red.

“Well that’s good to know, since you and I are about to get to know each other very well.” You hid your embarrassment with a smirk, gesturing for him to take off his shirt. “Can’t heal you if I don’t know what I’m working with, right?”

“I suppose so.” He slid off his suit jacket, setting it aside with a shy smile. God he was adorable.

But his wound was not.

“What exactly did you get yourself into?!” You scolded, summoning your Stand, Sgt. Pepper, so that you could work on closing his wound. It was a large gash in his side, slightly hidden by shitty gauze and bandages that must’ve been used when he first got hurt. The sight made you sick, but you couldn’t just leave him like this.

“Abbacchio and I got into a fight with another Stand User…” He didn’t seem too keen on sharing the details, which probably meant he was dealing with dangerous people. You knew what he and the others did, and you knew they considered you to be a part of their little gang, but them keeping you in the dark like this really got to you.

So, you sat in silence, your hands on his wound as you used your energy to heal him to the best of your abilities. It would leave a scar, and he’d need to take it easy for a couple of days, but at least he was safe.

“Why are you so quiet?” The sound of Bruno’s voice tore you from your thoughts, and you blushed as you finished up.

“I-I was just thinking about how bad your s-scar will be-“ You cleared your throat and looked everywhere but his eyes, clearly trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

He smiled and looked away, laying down on the cot with a sigh. There was something about his smile that really got to you. He was almost angelic, a being too beautiful to roam the streets of Napoli.

“You know… the children at the orphanage really like it when you visit.” You put away the bandages and grabbed him a glass of water.

“I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” Bruno took the glass from you and sat up slightly, ignoring the pain in his side as he looked at you. He knew you were embarrassed, and to be fair, so was he. He was incredibly nervous to be alone in such close quarters with you, and internally cursed himself for getting injured at such a time.

It had gotten to the point that he couldn’t think of you without getting severe butterflies in his stomach. Abbacchio didn’t help him either, and was always picking on him for catching feelings for the gang’s healer.

“You’re right.” A sudden burst of confidence flowed through you, urging you to take a step closer to him. “I too quite like it when you visit.” You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, your face inches away from his own.

Both of your faces were red, your hearts beating rapidly as you searched one another’s eyes. It was as if the two of you had come to a mutual understanding of how the other felt, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“You know, I’m going to be here for the next couple of days…” He leaned in gradually, placing his hand atop yours. “Why don’t we make the most of it?”

He leaned in and placed his lips on yours, bringing you in for a kiss that felt like God himself had blessed you with.

“Why don’t you get some rest, Bruno.” You smiled and kissed him back, laying him back down onto the cot as you moved. “I’ll be here if you need anything.” You whispered softly, your heart pounding in your chest. It was a miracle he couldn’t hear it.

“Can you stay with me a little longer?”

“Of course I can.”

It’s not like you wanted to leave anyways.

#bucci gang #jjba bucciarati #jojo bucciarati #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno buccellati #bruno buccellati x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba fluff #jjba imagines #bucciarati x reader

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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For @yellowcry, based on the prompt: “the Fractured au argument that led to Casita’s fall.”

A hard one to write as the focus had to mainly be with Luisa and Pedro, but we also have to do the whole reveal with Mirabel.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below.

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Broken

“Abuelo would probably say you are a bad influence to me.”

“That is part of my charm.” Luisa chuckled.

As they are walking down the stairs, towards the kitchen, Mirabel stops her.

Just as Luisa goes to say something else or ask why they’ve stopped, Mirabel’s smile has faded as quickly as it appeared a moment ago. There’s a brief flash of panic in her eyes before it hastily and forcefully settles back to familiar nothingness.

“What is going on?” A voice demands.

She turns quickly on her feet, looking down at their concerned Abuelo, recently returned from town.

“Ah, Abuelo, don't worry! We’re going to save the miracle!”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“See? This is why I’m in the vision - I’m saving the miracle! I got Dolores to do another one about it and we worked out how to make the candle burn brighter and all the cracks disappeared! Because Mirabel’s not happy—”

“Of course she isn’t happy. You ruined Isabela’s engagement dinner and embarrassed all of us with your disruptions last night—”

“No, no, Isabela needed me to ruin her proposal because she was only with Mariano for the family—”

“Enough!” Abuelo thunders. “I have heard enough of this, Luisa!”

A tremor shakes the building and she does shut her mouth.

“The cracks started with you.” He continued, counting off the misdemeanours on his fingers. “Bruno left because of you. Your cousins are losing their gifts, Isabela is out of control, because of you. God knows why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!”

“She isn’t. You are hurting her.” Mirabel informed, softly and robotically.

Nobody says anything.

Then Abuelo steps closer, stern hand raised and Mirabel closes her eyes in preparation. Luisa, however, comes between them and catches his wrist.

“Luisa?” He gaped.

“Get the fuck away from her,” she snarls, lowly.

It’s then that the family seem to start appearing one by one, no doubt having been curious about the noise coming from the courtyard.

It must be a chilling scene. Luisa shielding Mirabel (still in the same torn and bloody blouse) while standing over Pedro, crushing his arm in her strong grasp. But one that nobody seems to connect the dots to.

Abuelo looks horrified, trying to yank his hand back but isn’t strong enough. “How dare you treat me like this—”

“How dare you?” Luisa rounds. “She was a young girl, left in your care, and you abused her. Not only that, but you gave permission for multiple other adults to do the same thing. She is a child!”

Someone in the family gasps slowly in realisation, but Luisa can’t pinpoint who. Maybe Tía Pepa.

“Isabela…” Is all Julieta manages to say, sounding incredibly guilty. Pale and shaking, she turns to her eldest.

Isabela isn’t paying any attention though. She looks disgusted and confused. That confirms Luisa’s earlier thoughts that she didn’t know the abuse had continued.

“What is it? What’s going on?” Antonio whispers. Too young to understand. Félix shakes his head at him, not knowing what to say.

Camilo laughs, a bit. Somewhat nervous and awkward, he clearly thinks this is some kind of joke. And Luisa hates how that it wouldn’t be out of possibility for her.

Pepa and Dolores keep sharing glances with each other, questioning if the other did or didn’t know about this - given their respective gifts.

Agustín turned to his father-in-law. “You did what to my daughter?”

“I did what I had to. You know it was for your own benefit, Mirabel. Tell them.” He called.

“Don’t you dare talk to her—” Luisa tried, but was cut off.

He managed to step back and lean around Luisa’s form to settle his gaze on Mirabel.

“Are you listening, nieta? Tell them. Tell them, Mirabel!”

The girl barely reacted, her expression didn’t give anything away either. “It is true. I was making mistakes and getting emotional, I had to be taught a lesson,” she answered.

However, it seems to have the opposite effect on everyone besides Mirabel and Abuelo (and Luisa herself, who had heard that excuse already).

“It was the wrong choice of action, I can see that. But it has helped her. She is nearly perfect, we can all agree on that. And she is completely unharmed!” Abuelo went on to add, after being met by the betrayed and horrified looks of his own daughters.

Agustín marches straight over to Pedro, his eyes ablaze with murder, but Julieta quickly pulls him back.

“Agustín, leave it. She needs us more,” she whispers, nodding her head towards Mirabel.

While they guide the girl out of the way, Pepa happily takes their place in hurtling her barrage of complaints and insults at the patriarch.

The injuries are undeniable. And it’s so weird to see Mirabel without all her layers of clothes - with long sleeves and high collars - that suddenly make a lot more sense now.

“Oh, mi amor, I’m so sorry.” Julieta sighs. She caresses a hand down Mirabel’s face or tries to anyways.

Unfamiliar with physical contact, Mirabel shifts away awkwardly, not sure what to do with herself; her expression as emotionless as ever.

Julieta, in spite of knowing she’s uncomfortable, can’t stop herself from pulling a very confused Mirabel against her in a hug. Agustín joins too, albeit he rearranges his hands several times over to avoid accidentally pressing them into one of the wounds.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay, Miraboo,” he whispers repeatedly. His wife struggles to get any words out at all just, sobbing brokenly, while she clutches their baby for dear life. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. Not again.”

Isabela, watching from the side, had secretly hoped Mirabel might break under the comfort and reassurance. Reveal it was all an act of unfeeling. But she doesn’t. Just stares vacantly right at her, while their parents weep. And it hurts to know she doesn’t shed a single tear with them.

She is completely unharmed. He dared to say.

Luisa somehow managed to hold off smacking the old man.

But she couldn’t hold back her tongue.

“We’re never gonna be good enough for you. Are we?” She questioned, pointedly. “I won’t ever be good enough for you.” Then gesturing to both her sisters in turn, “Mirabel will never be perfect enough, Isabela won’t be useful enough. No matter how much you hurt them, they won’t change.” She redirected her focus to her Abuelo. “Bruno only left this family because he could never meet your impossible standards.”

“Bruno didn’t care about this family!” He argued.

“He loves this family! I love this family! We all love this family! You’re the only one who acts like you don’t.” She snapped, waving her hand a bit. “Just turning a blind eye to our problems! Or worse, you just don’t care!”

He stepped closer, his face getting red. “If you say another word, Luisa—”

But Luisa was already talking again. “You are the one who is breaking this family apart! You are the one who is breaking our home!”

“I forbid it—”

“The miracle is dying because of you!”

#encanto #encanto fracture au #ask me anything #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pedro madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #my writing

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princelylove · 2 months

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Sometimes I forget my interpretations are not canon. For my freaks who are into hyper specific body parts, like I am, here’s the first batch of my body interpretations for part five.

I can’t count how many full body shots or slow pan downs we had of Giorno- with a rightful emphasis on his hips and legs. Giorno’s muscle is that of a ballerina’s- slender, but has lots of stamina. He has a small waistline, like majority of the Joestars do, and his limbs are all rather lean, but his thighs provide an adequate amount of support for his ‘hips.’ He’d prefer terms like ‘full’ or ‘shapely’ over ‘thick’ or ‘well-rounded,’ but all apply. He’s shy in comparison to his father, who prefers the inverse to be said about himself. It’s generally best to not mention how attracted you are to his ass his broad hips, he's a bit embarrassed of his curves.

He stands comfortably at a nice 177 cm, or 5’8”. He’s often teased by Guido for being ‘so small,’ despite Narancia being the shortest. (Guido doesn’t want to get stabbed at nine in the morning.) His hands are slender, and delicate-looking. He has long fingers that he lets bugs and small animals crawl all over. He prefers not to wear nail polish at all, and dislikes wearing rings.

Giorno is such a pale white that you can see the blue of his veins on parts of his chest. There’s little bits of pink towards the tips of his fingers, but the rest of his skin is almost pure white. It would be concerning if you didn’t know he gets plenty of sun- how he manages to stay that shade and practically live in the sun is beyond you.

Giorno has a bit of a baby face still, he has very round features, besides from his eyes. He's a victim of that phenomenon where strangers trust you because of your ‘welcoming’ face, despite the fact that Giorno rarely smiles unless he wants something. His hair is naturally somewhere between wavy and curly, and falls down to his hips when it isn’t in a braid. After he becomes the don of passione, he wears it down more often. He thinks it helps attract new recruits- and he’s right, it does. If you’re attracted to full, heart-shaped lips and long eyelashes, Giorno will have you wrapped around his finger.

He smells like flowers, white jasmine and roses to be specific.

Don’t talk to me about Bruno’s hourglass. He has a bit more shoulders, so I’m tempted to say he has a different body type, but it’s so slight that you wouldn’t notice unless you were taking his measurements, so I won’t count it.

His muscle is from hard labor rather than consistently working out- habits from when he was just a baby helping his father- Bruno doesn’t exactly have time to do a real routine, and he neglects himself too much for it to work. While he does have a good bit of muscle, he isn’t as well-defined as someone like Leone or Risotto is. He can’t do a calorie deficit, he needs that food to keep working as hard as he possibly can. If he stops eating as much, he can’t work, and then he couldn’t protect you or his family (same thing), and, and, and, and. He eats well, he just doesn’t sleep enough. He’d probably stop worrying if he did. Most of his muscle is in his arms, back, and legs.

Bruno is a strong man, he prides himself on being able to physically protect his darling. His looks aren’t a big deal to him, but he does enjoy taking care of himself. He wouldn’t have such a high maintenance haircut otherwise. He dislikes makeup on himself, but he grooms himself excessively- he isn’t one for long routines and expensive skincare, but he appreciates a nice cleanser and moisturizer, which he also uses on his hands. Bruno will sometimes put clear nail polish on just his hands, if he remembers it.

Bruno is 183 cm, or 6ft. His height isn’t overbearing- in fact, he just makes the cusp of what most people would call ‘tall’ for a man- but he isn’t small, either. He’d love to share clothes with his darling, but if he cannot fit into yours, he’ll settle for giving you his. If you make him seem small, he’d happily wear some of yours, too.

His skin tone is a light brown, although it pales slightly in the winter. He spends a lot of time in the sun, on top of his natural complexion. His undertones are warm.

Bruno's only tattoo is the one on his chest. It covers part of his stomach, as well.

Leone has lots of birthmarks scattered all over him. He stands at 195 cm, or 6’5”. I tend to think of Leone with more shoulders than hips, but he has a small waist, and it isn’t like his hips aren’t grabbable.

It makes him feel better about himself to work out consistently, so he kept his morning habits from his younger days. While he wishes he could say he works out for his health, it’s just because he doesn’t feel good unless he looks good, and that’s how he’d like himself to look. He has very prominent iliac crests, and a well defined torso. Most of the ‘fat’ in his body is in his tits. (Author’s note: Although it’s more appropriate to say muscle, since building muscle is how men get a larger chest, I’m using ‘fat’ for a better visual. When pectoral muscles relax, they appear squishy and pliable like most women’s chests do, so it isn’t entirely outlandish.)

He has a thorough routine for his skin- he even has a separate one for his hands, which doesn’t work very well. Leone’s hands look smooth, but they’re a bit rough from work. His nails are fairly long, and natural. Painted either black or a deep red. He shapes them into coffins. They break easily.

When he’s stressed, he tweezes his eyebrows. He makes them thin, and follows the natural small arch he has. Leone’s eyes are actually brown, he just puts contacts in to match his makeup for the day. He puts eyeliner on his waterline, like how you’d put kohl on.

I’ve mentioned briefly before that Leone has darker skin than in canon, but I specifically meant a dark brown complexion over just a tan one. He has cool undertones.

While he doesn’t have any tattoos, he has a few piercings. His nipples, belly button, and nose are all pierced. The side of his nose, not a septum.

Narancia gets pretty pissed when you mention that he’s 164 cm, or 5'3”. He’s still got some years before his body hits its limit, alright. He’s horribly jealous of Guido’s physique, he doesn’t understand how he’s doing the same things but Guido has way more mass than him. It just so isn’t fair.

While he does have very distinct muscle, I wouldn’t call Narancia big. He cuts without realizing it- he has food right in front of him, but hasn’t fixed his eating habits from living on the street. If you praise his abs and arms, he’ll let you feel.

Narancia’s a light tan sort of beige. He tans every year without fail. It makes him sad to see himself pale, as it reminds him of his mother, who had the same complexion.

He has a few tattoos, all of which are stick-and-poke, and done by himself through boredom. The designs are nonsensical and don’t mean much to him. He has tons of piercings, done by Pannacotta in a bathroom for the promise of not having to do household chores. Both his nose piercing and eyebrow rejected, so he settled for torturing his ears.

He hates makeup, nail polish, and skincare routines. Narancia's skin is somehow perfect. It's debatable if he cleans his piercings out every once in a while or not. Narancia's hands are very square, and his nails are so short that them growing past his finger tips is a miracle.

Guido stands at about 190 cm, or 6’3”. I’d give him a smidge more at most, but he just isn’t as tall as Leone. Guido has a tendency to slouch when he sits, but loves to straighten his back out when he’s standing next to someone shorter. The first thing he did in purple haze feedback was check if Panna had him yet- and was secretly overjoyed that he wasn’t even close.

Guido’s normally smiling- the only time he isn’t is when he’s truly alone, working, or genuinely pissed off. He’ll have deep smile lines when he’s older. It’s more of a grin than a smile, really- he finds amusement in the oddest of things.

The only word that comes to mind is how big Guido is; Guido’s sizable nature is one of the first things you’d notice about him. It’s almost criminal to focus more on his chest- the man has ass and the thighs to back it up. Guido has a very full figure, he prefers bulking over cutting by far, and he doesn’t work out just to look good. He wants to be strong, and his job is very demanding. It just works. (It makes him feel useful.) Guido gets up when the sun does to work out, every day, probably for the rest of his life. He has a visible Adonis belt, but not a very deep, defined one. While the crease is there, he’d never intentionally lower his body fat percentage to match someone like Leone’s.

His eyebrows are thick and straight. He cleans them up as best as he can, but hates doing it himself, so he makes Leone do his for him, in exchange for doing the dishes that night. (Leone normally turns the television up so he doesn’t have to hear Guido whine about how much painnnnn he’s innnn.) He doesn’t cut his own hair either, but doesn’t trust anyone on the team to get his curls right, so goes to a professional for trims. He started wearing hats because of a bad cut, but the pressure was comforting.

Nothing irritates me more than when people take away Guido’s color. You are out of your MIND if you think he’s any lighter than a medium brown- and that’s being a bit generous. He has warm undertones, and gets as much sun as he can year-round.

He doesn’t use cologne, and uses an unscented bar soap. Guido understands the importance of a good conditioner, but body soap? It’s all soap, man. Bar soap is fine, costs less, too. He tries to take care of himself, but isn't excessive about it. His nails are short and clean, but he doesn't trim the hair on his knuckles until Trish points out how noticeable it is.

Guido has a few tattoos, all of which he whined through getting. He decided to have the majority of them on his upper arms. They’re all biblical. He has a tendency to grab the bicep with Saint Mary on it when he’s nervous. He thought about piercing his belly button, but pussied out when he saw the needle.

After the events of vento aureo, he got an orange on his upper back.

Pannacotta is 180 cm, or 5’11”. He used to be the same height as Giorno, but gained some height over the course of Purple Haze Feedback, and now has to look down at his boss to make eye contact. He’s rather lean, and a bit ‘flat’ all around- he lacks a prominent waist as well.

His complexion is very fair, and sort of pinkish. He doesn’t tan well at all, and is often teased by Narancia for it. His hair is entirely white- it's common to hear that it's because of stress, but he was just born like that.

Most people would describe Pannacotta as ‘pretty’ rather than ‘handsome.’ He wouldn't consider himself so, as he’s not actually all that feminine he just hangs out with two very masculine types and seems it in comparison, but he doesn’t mind. Well. He does. He hates feeling people stare at him when they obviously have intentions, but a little compliment is just a little compliment.

He takes care of his hands and feet, but doesn’t like colored nail polish. He borrows Bruno’s clear polish. Pannacotta likes strawberry scented soap, and would buy a body spray that smells similar, if he was aware it existed.

He only has his ears pierced, and no tattoos. He almost trusted Narancia enough to give him a tattoo, but decided against it when he realized Narancia had the freedom to not listen.

Trish doesn’t really have any muscle, but she is skinny. She looks significantly more like Diavolo than Donatella, which is horribly ironic. She’s slightly above average height for a girl her age, just shy of Giorno’s height, although seemingly short in comparison to the ridiculously tall cast of vento aureo.

Trish’s complexion is (exactly) sort of like Diavolo’s- a light brown, with cool undertones. She tends to avoid the sun, and will slather on sunscreen to avoid getting a tan. She’s afraid of ‘aging early.’

Trish makes a lot of the same expressions as Diavolo- her annoyance, joy, even her anxiety all bear some resemblance. Before he left, Donatella would joke about using him as a blueprint.

She gets her nails done professionally, and tends to go for acrylics over her natural nails. Trish prefers small, almond-ish shaped nails, with a lot of designs or charms. She just gets solid color on her toes.

Trish is the type of girl to use five different washcloths in the same shower. She has an extensive hygiene routine, and all of her soaps are chosen to complement the smell of her favorite liquid body soap- which is a nice vanilla in winter, and coconut in summer.

While Trish is a “You wouldn’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley” kind of girl, she does have a few piercings. Her ears, nose, and belly button are all adorned with the shiniest, blinged-out piece of jewelry she could find.

#god what do i tag this as #not yandere just wordbuilding #yandere giorno giovanna #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere guido mista #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere trish una #yandere pannacotta fugo #your honor what size kink #you wouldn't believe how long i stared at this

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boomboxboi · 7 months

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What is the BucciGang’s order at Olive Garden? 🍝

Bruno Bucciarati

Chicken Marsala Fettuccini

He also divulges in Tiramisu when he finishes.

He stores breadsticks in his zipper dimension for later.

“More cheese.”

Does not toss the salad and the first two people to get salad gets ALL toppings and the rest get just lettuce.

An actual regular.

But Olive Garden staff loathes him.

“Oh great… here comes the breadstick man…”

Leone Abbacchio

Chicken and Shrimp Carbonara

Encourages Bruno to get breadstick refills and dump them into a zipper portal.

He judges Giorno’s choice.

“You just get the salmon?”

“Freak….”

But he actually likes the salmon.

He likes to share the tiramisu with Bruno.

Olive Garden is fancy.

Pannacotta Fugo

Unlimited Soup, Salad, and Breadsticks

But he only eats the Minestrone.

He hates the salad toppings but whenever Bruno serves the salad he ends up with ALL the toppings.

He also only eats one breadstick.

Appalled by Bruno‘a Breadstick Zipper.

They MUST be stale by now!

Olive Garden is never his choice but he’s always voted out by the Olive Garden fans.

He doesn’t want desert, either.

“We have Olive Garden at home!”

—the Olive Garden at home—

Narancia Ghirga

Eggplant Parmigiana

Appetizers please!

Please! Please! Please!

PUUUUUH-LEEEAASSSEEEEE!!!!

Lasagna Fritta.

Yummy!

Also he sometimes sneaks food from Mista’s plate.

BIG fan of the breadstick zipper portal.

Always asks Bruno for breadsticks when they get home.

Wants dessert but takes one bite and can’t eat any more because he ate all the breadsticks.

Guido Mista

Also Unlimited Soup, Salad, and Breadsticks

He also gets Tour of Italy.

Appetizers with Narancia.

And don’t forget the dessert!

He shares with the Pistols.

Not a fan of the breadstick zipper portal.

But the Pistols are.

He eats the rest of Narancia’s dessert.

Calls Olive Garden “The OG”.

Giorno Giovanna

Herb-Grilled Salmon

He likes the steamed broccoli too.

He doesn’t order appetizers or dessert.

Judges Abbacchio for encouraging Bruno’s zipper breadstick thing.

Also hates that the salad isn’t mixed up because he wants a healthy mix of the toppings and lettuce.

He doesn’t mind Olive Garden.

But it’s chaotic when he goes with everyone else.

“This is why I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream to overtake the mafia and outlaw breadstick thievery.”

Trish Una

Ew.

Probably just Spaghetti and Marinara.

Picks at it the entire time.

Can’t wait to go home and eat actual quality food.

But she does get dessert to go.

Embarrassed that Mista calls it “The OG”.

Has a bad experience of a first date at Olive Garden.

Thinks Bruno is actually the most chaotic of everyone in their group.

It really shows when they go to Olive Garden.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #narancia ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #pannacotta fugo #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #jojo headcanons #trish una #olive garden #the og #I hate them #but I actually don’t #I also love Olive Garden #i am hungry

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kaydenverse · 1 year

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kinds of music call of duty character listen to but it's based off of my music taste

genre: fluff!

word count: just under 900

content warnings: none i think? just my very wild music taste projected onto my boys

a/n: i got bored and way too invested in making this to not post it so enjoy! i used my music taste as well as a little bit of my boyfriends for a little more range. also so sorry i keep just disappearing college is kicking my fucking ass.

kyle “gaz” garrick

he always has a pair of headphones on him when he can, has a mini speaker he frequently uses in his office on base, definitely listens to music the most out of the group, can't sing but he’ll sing anyways, often jams out with soap and share new songs with each other, listens to a bit of everything but tends to listen to rap, r&b, and indie (also a little bit of bedroom pop he’s got a lot of favorites okay) the most, he can do several tiktok dances pretty well but he gets embarrassed doing them in front of others, he’s very me coded

favorite artists (in no particular order):

flo millie

bruno mars

sza

the weekend

lil uzi vert

the notorious b.i.g.

some songs on his playlists:

pay day - flo milli ft rico nasty

hypnotize - the notorious b.i.g.

low - sza (he thinks this song is so underrated and so do i)

after last night - silk sonic

redbone - childish gambino

everlong - foo fighters

john "soap" mctavish

a close second on who listens to music the most, listens most when he works out and likes to have background noise while he does just about anything, loves movie soundtracks, god awful singer and proud, him and gaz singing together is torture in the funniest way possible, very wide music range but nu metal and rock are his top categories, soap loves when the whole team sits decides to sit in a conference room and wordlessly work on their paperwork together while music fills the silence between them

favorite artists (in no particular order):

beyoncé

deftones

slipknot

coraline soundtrack

the smashing pumpkins

poppy (hear him and me out okay)

some songs on his playlists:

bloodmoney - poppy

me, myself, and i - beyoncé

bullet with butterfly wings - the smashing pumpkins

cha cha - freddie dredd

other father song - they might be giants (yes the coraline song. it’s good okay.)

clay - the garden

simon "ghost" riley

does like music quite a bit but doesn’t listen as often as gaz or soap, sometimes silence is overwhelming for him so he uses it as background noise to stay relaxed, won’t sing (he can just barely sing well like not a bad singer but he’s not getting a record deal even if he tried), has no particular favorite genre but has a decent range, he describes his music taste kinda weird but in a good way (just like me fr)

favorite artists (in no particular order):

insane clown posse

michael jackson

pierce the veil (they’re a guilty pleasure of his)

amy winehouse (i once made a cod characters as tweets on tiktok and ghosts tweet was “amy winehouse was right, what kind of fuckery is this” and now i just hc he listens to amy)

nirvana

type o’negative

some songs on his playlist:

hold on till may - pierce the veil

chicago - michael jackson

you know i’m no good - amy winehouse

southern nights - glen campbell (so good for what)

21 guns - green day

sugar we’re going down - fall out boy

captain john price

doesn’t often go out of his way to listen to music but still listens enough that he has favorites and keeps playlists, HAS to have his own music playing in the car if he’s driving though (which he usually is and this is a well known rule), quite the singer if he actually tries tbh but he doesn’t often try lmao, primarily like’s songs from ‘his time’ as he calls it (john you are 37 not 60), he doesn’t really have a favorite genre but will say rock if asked (doesn’t like pop much tho)

favorite artists (in no particular order):

queen

fleetwood mac

metallica

black sabbath

aerosmith (play dream on when he’s drunk and he’ll give you a full performance)

prince

some songs on his playlists:

chain - fleetwood mac

war pigs - black sabbath

let’s go crazy - prince

cherry bomb - the runaways

rooster - alice in chains

even flow - pearl jam

rodolfo "rudy" parra

listens mostly when he does chores or to calm himself when he’s anxious (which is sometimes just before missions), he’s always open to new music suggestions, his singing voice is absolutely beautiful and he’ll sing and hum along as he does chores, guilty pleasure is bedroom pop and indie

favorite artists:

laufey

the marías

whitney houston (he misses her so much cause me too)

tame impala

pink panthers (because i said so)

tv girl

some songs on his playlist:

slow down - laufey

little by little - the marías

the blonde - tv girl

show me how - men i trust

take a picture - filter

heart to heart - mac demarco

alejandro vargas

when he listens to music he listens to it LOUDLY, loves to have music playing at home while he cooks, he’s not sure if he’s going deaf because his profession requires him to constantly be around guns or because of how loud he listens to his music in his headphones, karaoke enjoyer, decent singer if he tries (price is a little better than him, just by a little), he’s an “anything but country” kinda guy

favorite artists:

bad bunny

doja cat (i’m not elaborating)

kali uchis

rihanna (he can’t resist)

arctic monkeys

elton john

songs in his playlist:

i’m still standing - elton john

shut up and drive - rihanna

tití me preguntó - bad bunny

bills, bills, bills - destiny’s child

promiscuous - nelly furtado ft timbaland (yes he knows all of timbalands parts)

poison - bell biv devoe

#i love them so much #my darling boys #call of duty headcanons #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas #cod #cod fic #cod headcanons #incorrect call of duty quotes #kayden writes #call of duty fluff #cod fluff

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foreveranevilregal · 1 year

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Basic trope I really want to see😌:

Pepa and Felix just started dating or aren't dating yet, and there's a situation where they have no choice but share the same bed

If you can make it rather super fluff or suggestive but not smut

I'm back! Sorry this took so long, I just really wanted to get the idea right. Enjoy!

“Thank you so much for taking us in, doña Alma,” Félix’s mother gushed as the other woman opened the door to let them in.

“Claro, I am always happy to help, Antonia.” Alma stepped aside to allow the family to enter. “As long as we’re here, no one in our encanto will go unhelped.”

Antonia gave a grateful nod before fixing her youngest with a stern glare. “Of course, we wouldn’t need the help if someone hadn’t used the stove by himself when he knows he’s not supposed to.”

Her pronouncement was met with murmurs from the Madrigal triplets. Julieta let out a soft “Oh, Felipe…”

Felipe turned around guiltily; the edges of his mouth crusted over with crumbs. “Lo siento, mamá,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food. “I was just hungry and thought I could do it myself.”

“You know you shouldn’t touch the stove, it’s dangerous,” his mamá reminded him, though she didn’t sound angry. “I don’t care how hungry you are.”

His tummy grumbled. “Mamá, I’m hungry again.”

Julieta observed the exchange with a sympathetic smile. “Come on, Felipe, I’ll get you some food.” She put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him towards the kitchen.

“Muchas gracias, Julieta.” Antonia offered her a grateful smile. She turned to Alma. “It’ll take at least a week to rebuild the parts that burned down. Are you sure you can have us stay with you for that long?”

“Absolutely.” Alma waved the question aside as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. “There is plenty of room in our home. And none of us mind. Right?” She faced her children.

“We’re always happy to see the Castillos,” Julieta said, having returned from the kitchen with a content Felipe, who was munching on some arepas.

Pepa and Bruno fervently nodded their agreement, the former giving Félix’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

“I think Pepa is happier to see one of them more than the rest,” Bruno whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Julieta, just loud enough for Pepa to hear.

Julieta flashed him a warning look through the fog that had suddenly enveloped them. “Don’t, Bruno.”

He offered an apologetic shrug to Pepa and Félix, both of whose cheeks heated with embarrassment.

Alma watched the situation unfold in front of her. “Which brings me to sleeping arrangements.” She clasped her hands in front of herself. “Félix, you can sleep in Bruno’s room,” she decided, preempting any argument. “Bruno will, of course, be happy to share with you.”

Bruno appeared doubtful at the pronouncement. “Of course, mamá.” He clapped a hand on Félix’s back. “Guess we’re bunking together. Come on, let’s get your stuff put away.”

Pepa also seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of having Félix whisked away but made no attempt to argue. Reluctantly, she dropped his hand from her own and allowed him to walk away with Bruno.

“Now the rest of the children…” Alma pursed her lips in thought. “Unfortunately, Bruno doesn’t do too well with lots of people around, so you’ll have to sleep elsewhere. Julieta will provide you with some cots. There is plenty of room for everyone in this house.” She swept her hand around the empty space to illustrate her point.

“We’ll figure something out,” Julieta promised, frowning slightly as she surveyed the remaining members of the Castillo family still standing in the hallway. “Casita hasn’t let us down yet.” She helped the family gather their belongings and led them upstairs.

Only Alma and Pepa were left in the hallway now. Pepa played with the edges of her hair anxiously. Leave it to Bruno to embarrass her in front of both their mother and Félix’s entire family. Their relationship was still so new, and they didn’t need unnecessary attention drawn to it.

They stood together, the awkward silence permeating the air around them. Alma studied Pepa, tilting her head to one side gently. Meanwhile, Pepa wondered what to say. Should she even say anything? Sure, it was nice of her mamá to offer to house the displaced Castillos for the time being, but was it her place to say something? Would it come off weird? Her fingers snagged on errant tangles in her unruly hair as she pondered what to do.

Finally, Alma rendered her dilemma a moot point, declaring that she should get back to work and leaving the implication that Pepa should do the same unstated. On her way out, she placed a hand on Pepa’s shoulder, facing her. “The Castillos are a good family.” She cleared her throat. “Félix, he’s a good boy, from a good family.” A slight smile curled the corners of her lips. “You chose well.”

Before Pepa could even process her words, Alma was gone. Did her mother finally approve of one of her decisions? She’d heard an earful about her previous romantic partners (though she’d presented most of them as good friends…). But she had nothing but good things to say about Félix.

What was that comment about him being from a good family though? Was that her roundabout way of warning Pepa not to sneak in to see him during the night? Well, Pepa wasn’t going to do that anyway. She valued her life, and she didn’t put it past Casita (or her siblings, for that matter) to rat her out.

No, Pepa would be good. There you go, mamá, she thought. A good girl from a good family. Of course, she’d rather fall asleep in Félix’s arms. He was so comforting and warm, driving all her worries away instantly and lulling her to sleep. Not that it happened a lot. There was that one night when they’d accidentally fallen asleep together in the meadow, but it was only once. Julieta had covered for her, but it wasn’t like they’d even done anything. Okay, she wouldn’t exactly want to tell her mother everything that happened, but she could honestly say that they didn’t do anything bad (according to her mother’s definition, anyway. She didn’t think it was bad, but she wasn’t about to provoke her mother’s wrath).

Sighing, she swatted at the fog that had collected around her and went to distract herself by keeping busy. The less she thought about Félix sleeping under the same roof as her, the easier this would be to bear.

~ ~ ~

“Are you sure about this?” Félix sounded uncharacteristically nervous.

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Bruno arched an eyebrow skeptically.

“No, no, I haven’t!” Félix reassured him. “But what if it doesn’t work? Your mamá can be…scary.” He shuddered.

“It’ll work. Trust me.” Bruno fiddled with the door, turning a variety of knobs shaped like hourglasses. “Just gotta…” His tongue wedged between his teeth in concentration as he finally positioned the last one and the heavy door swung open. “Tada!” He proclaimed, stepping aside to allow Félix in.

Félix stepped inside, taking it all in. “It’s gotten bigger since the last time I was here,” he observed. Frowning, he tapped the side of his sandal against a nearby rock to knock off the sand.

“Yeah, people are asking for bigger visions, so I need more space,” Bruno explained, mirroring his action. “You get used to it.” He tilted his head towards the now sandy rock.

“Ah.” Félix sounded unconvinced. “So…do I just wait for your signal or?”

Bruno smacked his forehead. “Lo siento, hombre, thought I explained the plan to you already. We’re just going to wait a while until it’s time for bed and then,” he took a dramatic breath, “the show begins.”

Félix must have still appeared hesitant because Bruno clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s all going to be good,” he promised, sounding uncharacteristically confident. “I think you need a distraction.”

“A distraction would be good,” Félix agreed, dropping his bag on the ground.

“Wonderful.” Bruno clapped his hands then started scrounging around in a small dresser, pulling out a notebook with a triumphant flourish. “Because I just finished writing my play and I’ve been looking for an audience.”

“Audience?” Félix looked around the cavernous space, perplexed, before realizing Bruno must have meant him. “Oh…” He recovered quickly. “But if I’m in the audience, who’s going to act it out with you?”

Bruno laughed. “I won’t be acting, hermano. I am the director.” He panned his hands in front of his face dreamily. “No, no. I’ve been training my rats and I think they finally got their parts down.”

“Your…” Félix shook his head in disbelief then shrugged. Looking around for a place to sit, he settled down on a relatively sand-free patch of ground. “I have to see this.”

“Okay.” Bruno pulled the curtain away from a flat rock masquerading as a makeshift stage. “We start off in a small village, deep in the Colombian jungle…”

Sooner than Félix expected, he found himself clapping enthusiastically as the curtain fell. Bruno’s play had certainly been engrossing: dramatic and suspenseful and twisty, winding around like the river that surrounded their town. His eyes were wide as saucers as he’d watched the story unfold; decades of love and betrayal and a family that could never learn from its mistakes. “Bruno, that was amazing.”

“You really think so?” Bruno scooped up the rats scurrying around the stage and deposited them on the ground off to the side. “I’ve been working on it a while.”

“Kept my attention, and I don’t even like stories like that.” Félix snorted. “Still can’t believe almost everyone died. Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Bruno shrugged. “A little from here, a little from there.” He mimed plucking fruit out of the air. “Inspiration is everywhere.”

Félix just laughed in response.

Suddenly, Bruno shushed him, ear tilting towards the door.

“Did you just shush-“

“Shh!” Bruno waved his hands around emphatically. “I’m trying to listen.”

Félix concentrated his attention on the door. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” Bruno exclaimed. He walked to the door, pressing his ear to the crack just to be sure. “Now’s our chance!”

He led Félix to the door, tossing his bag at him as an afterthought. “All you gotta do is go down these steps, down the hall, take a right, and- well, you know what Pepa’s door looks like.”

Félix chuckled. “That I do. But what if I run into someone?”

Bruno screwed up his features in thought. “Just say I kicked you out because,” he tapped his chin, “I freaked out or something.” He nodded in approval of his own improvisation.

“Say that you kicked me out?” Félix repeated doubtfully.

Bruno tilted his head self-effacingly. “I do weird things all the time.” At the sight of Félix opening his mouth, he held his hand to quell his protests. “Nah, it’s okay, I know I do. Trust me, no one will question it. People have learned better. Just say it had something to do with my visions and no one will dare say anything.”

Félix considered this. “Wait, so do you lie about visions to get out of doing stuff all the time or?”

The rest of his question was cut off by Bruno shoving him out of the room roughly. “I’ve said too much. Now go.” He sent Félix off with a small smile and waggle of his fingers, then swiftly disappeared back into his room.

“Thanks for the help, hombre.” Félix sighed. “Okay. Just gotta make it down to Pepa’s room…”

He got halfway down the hall before running into Alma. “Doña Alma!” He exclaimed, voice squeaking at the end.

“Félix?” She frowned. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Bruno?”

“Ah, yeah, he, uh, had some kind of vision and said he needed the full space to himself?” Even to Félix, the excuse sounded ridiculous, but Alma merely nodded.

“Claro. Mi pobrecito, he always gets visions at the most inconvenient times, and it’s not like he can just turn them off. But maybe it’s over now. Let’s go check and see.” Alma took him by the arm and began walking him back the way he came.

“¿Qué?” Félix’s eyes widened in horror. “We don’t want to interrupt him if it’s still going on,” he said pleadingly, hoping it was enough to deter the older woman’s quest.

“His visions don’t usually last very long. It should be over by now.” They’d reached his door. Alma rapped on the door sharply. “Bruno!” She called out.

There was no response. Instead, they heard scattered noises from inside.

Alma knocked on the door again, more urgently this time. “Brunito! ¿Estás bien?”

Finally, the door opened to reveal a somewhat winded Bruno. His ruana was disheveled and dusty, like he’d been rolling around in the sand. “Mamá!” He turned from one to the other. “Félix! What are you two doing here?”

Alma placed a hand on his shoulder lovingly. “Félix here told me you were having a vision and we wanted to check on you.”

Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry for putting you out there, Félix. Ironically, you can’t predict when you have a vision, huh?” He let out an anxious chuckle. “I’m okay, just need my privacy. For some reason, I can’t see the visions as clearly when there are people around, and I did not want to interrupt this one.”

“Was it something bad? Bruno, you have to tell me…” She stared at him concernedly.

Suddenly, his body went rigid. His eyes were wide open, fixed on something in the distance, gaze unfocused. “It’s coming back.”

Alma and Félix took a step back. “What?”

“The vision! It’s coming back!” Bruno yelled. He began gesticulating wildly with his hands and muttering to himself.

Félix almost bought it, but he heard snippets of the play he’d just seen interspersed with the other ravings. He had to admit, Bruno’s commitment was phenomenal. Trying to act scared, he shuffled behind Alma. “Perhaps we should go, doña Alma,” he suggested timidly.

“I can’t hold it off! You have to leave!” Bruno almost knocked the lamp out of Alma’s hand with a particularly erratic wave.

Frightened, Alma ushered Félix away from the room. “Ay, he suffers so much. I hope he is okay.” Her eyebrows knitted together with worry. “I’ll check on him in the morning. But for now, we need to find you a new place to sleep.”

Not trusting himself to speak, Félix merely nodded.

Alma led him back down the hallway, stopping in front of Julieta’s room. “Her room is filled with extra beds and cots, because of her gift,” she explained, giving the door a couple taps. “She’ll be able to find one for you.”

Julieta opened the door, staring at the pair in shock. “Mamá! Félix! What’s going on?”

“Bruno had a vision, so Félix couldn’t stay with him.”

“Ah.” Julieta pursed her lips. “Is that what all that yelling was?”

Alma nodded. “I ran into Félix in the hallway. I suppose he was on his way down to ask you for a cot, but I figured I’d accompany him.” Her grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly.

“I see.” Julieta gulped. “Well, why don’t you come in, Félix? I’m sure we’ll find you a place to sleep.”

“Gracias, Julieta.” Félix stepped inside. Cots were strewn throughout the room, most of them occupied by his sleeping siblings. “I appreciate you doing this for me.”

Julieta busied herself looking through the supplies piled around. “I’m sure there’s an extra cot here somewhere.” She directed her words more towards the door than Félix standing next to her. “We’ll get you set up in no time.”

“Oh, Félix can take it with him,” Alma said unconcernedly. “The house is big; he’ll find a place to sleep. Besides, it wouldn’t be proper for him to be in here with you.”

Swallowing hard, Julieta nodded. “Of course, mamá. I’ll just give him what he needs and he’ll be on his way.” She struggled with an empty cot that was stuck between two other cots.

“Félix, you’re a strong young man; help Julieta with that cot.” Alma directed them.

“Lo siento.” Félix hefted the cot, smiling uneasily at Alma.

“Bueno.” Alma clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Sleep well. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” they wished, watching her silhouetted form shrink as she walked down the dark hallway.

As soon as they heard her door close, Félix dropped the cot with a thud. “That was close.”

“I’ll say.” Julieta chewed her lower lip. “This wasn’t the plan. What happened?”

“I was walking towards Pepa’s room when she intercepted me. She took me to check on Bruno and his ‘vision’,” Félix put up air quotes, “then dragged me here.”

“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head. “He could never pass up the chance to perform.”

“His performance was amazing.” Félix whistled. “I would’ve bought it if I didn’t know about the plan.”

“But you do and we’ve already deviated from it enough,” Julieta fretted. “The more time we spend talking about it, the more likely something else can go wrong. Leave the cot to me; get changed, wash up, and get over to Pepa’s room!” She thrust his rucksack into his arms.

“Thanks for helping me out, Juli,” he said as Julieta walked him to her door.

“Anytime, you guys are adorable, now go!”

For the second time that night, Félix found himself pushed out of a Madrigal triplet’s bedroom.

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Pepa couldn’t fall asleep. Which wasn’t unusual; her racing thoughts often kept her awake late into the night. But she felt restless tonight. Félix was here, sleeping in the same house, and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodnight to him. He was probably fast asleep now, in Bruno’s cave room, while she tossed and turned all by herself.

A tiny noise came from the direction of the door. Pepa bolted right up. Was someone knocking on her door? Dragging herself out of bed, she went to check.

“Is someone out there?” She whispered, slowly turning the doorknob before anyone could answer. The door creaked open to reveal…

“Félix!” Pepa squealed giddily.

Indeed, he was standing in the hallway before her door, in his nightclothes. “Hola, Pepi.” He waved shyly.

Pepa glanced around from side to side, making sure no one was watching, before yanking him inside and crushing him in a hug. She shut the door behind herself. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, of course.” She let out a flirty laugh, tucking in a stand of hair behind her ear. “But weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in Bruno’s room? Or cave or whatever,” she added disgustedly.

“Hey, his room isn’t so bad,” Félix defended, sitting down on the bed. “But unfortunately, he had a vision and I couldn’t stay.”

“Tonight?” Pepa asked doubtfully, joining him on the bed and interlacing their fingers.

“Yeah, he said something about the visions being unpredictable.” Félix shrugged. “But he needed complete privacy, so he kicked me out.

“Okay…” Pepa’s eyes narrowed. “So how’d you end up here? Again, not complaining.” She squeezed his hand. “There’s no way mama would allow it!”

“Funny you should mention her.” Félix scooted closer to Pepa. “I ran into her on the way out of Bruno’s room. She took me to Julieta to get a cot.”

“And?”

“Well, obviously, Julieta searched very hard for a cot, but she just couldn’t find one.” Félix wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into himself.

“What? That’s ridiculous. She has like twenty extra cots in there.” Pepa scoffed, leaning her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“They must have all disappeared, because the only place I could sleep tonight was in your room.” Félix kissed her forehead. “Hope you’re still not complaining.”

The truth finally dawned on her. “Never,” she promised him, making a mental note to thank her siblings when they were out of earshot of their mother. “Come on.” She got into her bed, leaving the covers open and making room for him to lie down. “Sorry the bed’s so small. I wasn’t expecting company.” She turned to face him, beaming.

“It’s perfect, because it has you in it.” Félix kissed her lips.

“Coqueto.” Pepa smacked his arm playfully. “Keep talking like that you’ll get us both in trouble.”

Félix seemed to be considering her point, but then decided, “I’d rather live to old age.”

“Are you sure?” Pepa quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like all of you agrees.”

“Stupid small bed,” Félix grumbled, shifting his body away from her. “I’m sorry, Pepa.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Pepa silenced him with a kiss. “I just wish we didn’t have to be so ‘proper’.” She put up air quotes mockingly.

“We’re in the same bed and we’re not married; doesn’t seem very proper to me,” Félix noted, pulling Pepa back into himself.

“You know what I mean,” she huffed. “But we can still do other things…” She hooked her leg over his enticingly. “Fun things...” She swung herself on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Oh?” Félix sounded intrigued. “Care to show me?”

Dawn came too soon for Pepa’s liking. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when the sun was already out, shining its annoying light into her bedroom when she was trying to sleep. She yawned softly. They’d been up late, talking and kissing, and cuddling and kissing, and kissing, and kissing…

She touched her lips, awestruck. She couldn’t believe that this had actually happened. Félix had slept in her room, held her, kissed her, wrapped himself around her protectively as they finally drifted off to sleep late into the night. For once, Pepa slept through the entire night. No nightmares. No racing thoughts. Just her and the man that she loved, holding her in his arms.

She could get used to this, she mused, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He was still fast asleep. Yet even in his slumber, he held onto Pepa so tightly, like he wouldn’t let anything come between them.

Soon, he’d have to wake up and leave, before her mother would catch them and burst their peaceful little bubble. But not yet. It could wait a bit longer.

Cocooning herself in his arms, she let out a contented sigh. She wouldn’t mind waking up like this for the rest of her life.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #lilrobinbird #asks #writing answered prompts #writing encanto #writing feliepa #foreveranevilregal writes #why yes bruno is ripping off the same colombian literary masterpiece as in the movie #anyway i'm back guys #i'll write more things

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 6 months

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For @encanto-extended-edition 's week 4 Share the Love prompt, @16magnolias @optimistic-violinist and myself decided to share this extremely niche fanfic we wrote that collides the two world's of our fic Take Back the Kingdom, and Mags' fic Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle and puts Bruno/Razili face to face with Bruno/Lucia

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For two powerful magicians it was frankly embarrassing that neither of them had realized that the cave was enchanted. To be fair though they had run into it to take shelter against the hurricane so the fact that there was a bright, colorful inhabited valley on the other side of it was allowed to be a bit of a shock.

For the couple they ran into though, ‘shocked’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

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All four of them stared at each other for a solid minute before any of them managed to say anything.

Bruno got to his feet brushing his ruana off and shooting an annoyed glance at the other pair. "Camilo, why are you pretending to be me?" He pointed to the woman dressed as a … pirate? Beside him. “And who are you?”

The other him stiffened at the name and a sinking feeling started to grow in Bruno’s gut. He went from suspicious to dangerous in the blink of an eye as he drew a sword and pointed it at him and Lucía.

"Ooookay so, not Camilo. Definitely not Camilo!" Bruno stumbled back, putting himself in front of Lucía, as though that would help - that sword looked like it could skewer the both of them with no problems. This was bad, this was very bad—

Without so much of a warning Bruno was thrown into the future.

The other him and the woman back to back, swords drawn, both grinning confidently.

An enormous library in an otherwise dilapidated house.

Multiple ships attacking one.

The same couple with Antonio, his sobrino happily chattering with the pair.

Some sort of pendant, a golden butterfly —exactly the same as the one on the candle— engraved on it.

He staggered back as the last image faded. What was—

The other version of him stepped into view, the sword noticeably missing.

“Who are you?” Both of them asked at the same time.

Bruno laughed nervously and picked himself up, Lucia slipping her hand into his. “Uh, Bruno Madrigal.”

The other him pursed his lips. “What did you just see?”

“Uh,” he wasn’t sure if he should actually say the details, “the future.”

“Huh.” The other him stuffed his hands in his pockets looking at him like he was a particularly irritating puzzle. “That’s… interesting. Is Camilo… Pepa’s son?”

Bruno narrowed his eyes at the other him. "How'd you know about Pepa?"

“I - had a Pepa too.” He pursed his lips for a moment before saying, “I’d hazard a guess that you and I are two versions of the same person.”

Bruno blinked at him, taking in his appearance and failing to catch the past tense the man across from him had used to describe his sister. The other him was wearing worn leather boots, pants that looked like they'd seen better days, a white linen shirt, and a green overcoat that, in a freakish coincidence, matched the color of his own ruana. It was surreal seeing his own eyes narrowed in thought. The other Bruno - pirate Bruno, his mind helpfully supplied - there was that giant green sword hanging from his hip - did look just like him.

Like an incredibly terrifying pirate version of him.

"Huh." He took another look up and down his doppelganger's form, noted the sword, and renewed his grip on Lucía's hand. "Welp. Bye."

He went to pull Lucía away but stopped short when she didn't move with him.

Lucía jerked him back, squeezing his hand hard, and she tilted her head curiously at both of them. Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of it all. “But – how? How are you – where did you come from? And if you’re – also Bruno – then who – are you?” She asked the woman in similar pirate garb.

“Lucía,” Bruno said out of the corner of his mouth. A nervous laugh escaped him, his wary eyes darting from her to couple across from them, “It doesn’t matter how they’re here. The thing is – they’re here , which means – we - we should not be. Trust me, I’ve seen - I’ve seen weird stuff like this in – in films and stuff from the future and – meeting yourself? It never ends well. Never. Let’s not mess with - whatever – whatever this is. Whoever they are. So - ” he turned and flashed an insincere smile at the strangers. “So yeah, nice to meet ya, other me, you can just – go back to your timeline now or wherever it is you’re from – swashbuckling and – and sailing the seven seas and yo ho ho and all that - with your – ah – big scary swords and – ah – your – ah - ” he eyed the woman beside the other him.

“Wife,” The woman said, sliding her arm through the other Bruno’s, her eyebrows raised in amusement and concern. “I’m his wife. Razili Edel.”

There was silence between them all until Bruno cleared his throat.

“Right. Well - ”

“I’m Lucía Moreno. I’m his - ” Lucía nodded to her Bruno with a fond smile – “prometida.”

“Congratulations,” Razili offered with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.” She glanced at him. “He seems - ”

“Clumsy?” Lucía’s Bruno supplied flatly. “Tired. Old.”

Lucía gasped and glared at him. "Stop that! You are not!”

“I am compared to him!” He released her hand to gesture dramatically at the other Bruno, who was standing with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed at their discussion. “Look at him, Lucía, he’s – he’s cool! He’s basically Ramón from our story in human form. He’s like – the – the opposite of me. He hasn’t stuttered or flinched yet! And in case you’ve forgotten, he pulled a sword on us! Which reminds me, we should go -”

“- tell your mother about this?” Lucía said, her words overlapping his and her arms crossed as she raised her eyebrows at her Bruno. She didn’t notice that the pirate Bruno across from her blanched at her words, his face going slack with shock.

“I was just gonna say walk away and pretend this never happened, but - ”

“So you think it’s a better idea to just let an exact replica of you wander the Encanto with a sword, drawing it on unsuspecting people whenever they startle him? You want people to talk about Bruno? Because that’s one way to get them started, amor. They’ll never stop.”

The rest can be found on ao3

#encanto extended edition #encanto oc appreciation #Razili #Lucia Moreno #Encanto oc #Writing this was a delight #TBTK #Just your ordinary everyday miracle

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💖 What’s your favorite part about writing sex scenes?

🖤 What’s your favorite kink to write?

:Dc

TEEHEE thank u :3c

💖 What’s your favorite part about writing sex scenes?

okay i have two answers for this one.

answer one: i love love LOVE using sex scenes to show the audience something about the characters involved and their relationship. i think that sex scenes offer a unique look into the characters' dynamic that you can really have a lot of fun with. it's also a good way to examine characters themselves! salvatore is probably the best example of this--my internal essay about salvatore's relationship with sex grows every day.

(i think i've accidentally been writing him as asexual. still figuring that out tho)

as an example. an excerpt from one of many sex scenes i've written but not published with him, in which he sucks a dick for the first time:

"tell me-" sal clears his throat, hating how raspy his voice sounds. "tell me what you want, freckles. you want daddy to choke on your cock?" even like this, on his knees, sal refuses to let go of being the dominant one in this situation. bruno doesn't call him on it. "yes," he says, "p-please, oh god-" sal dives in once again, trying a second time to deep-throat bruno. it goes a bit better, sal relaxing his throat to take more in, but he still isn't used to the intrusion and ends up having to pull back very quickly. he takes another few seconds to catch his breath, wiping the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand. finally, bruno speaks again. "you don't have to-" bruno tries to say again, cutting himself off. "look, i-if you want, i don't mind, but you don't have t-" "i got it," sal says irritably. "just let me-" he sighs, thinking for a second.

something something salvatore forcing himself to deep-throat his bf way too fast and almost hurting himself in the process as a metaphor for sal rushing into intimacy to keep up his image as a big macho sexy tough guy.

and as for the second answer to this question: horny. i just like to write horny. because i'm horny.

🖤 What’s your favorite kink to write?

ASJDFKL;... BREEDING KINK............... listen i'm a simple man. i like this so so much. i haven't shared most of the breeding kink smut i've written b/c i'm embarrassed, but ohhh oh trust me. trust me. it exists. it's out there.

but yeah lol this is the One True Kink for me.

(another one i really like to write, though, is a very inexperienced bottom guiding a less experienced top on how to pleasure them. that's something i'm obsessed with ngl.)

#xavier answers #vacantgodling #ask game #xavier ocs (spicy edition)#xavier writing (spicy edition)

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What kind of music does Jack & Nana like to listen to? Do they have similar tastes in music? How often would they serenade each other, & who's more likely to do so? What's a song that they would probably duet? (sorry for all the music questions...)

Nana leans more towards alt genres like alt RnB and some alt Rock often introduces the music to Jack since she is more of an alt style of person in the modern AU while Jack is kinda plain but he's starting to follow his girlfriend into it.

He also likes RnB pop and funk. If you've listened to Bruno Mars' stuff that is basically his jam.

Nana is also the type to enjoy Megan the Stallion and Beyonce.

They both wind up sharing music tastes since they spend a lot of their spare time in the modern AU just laying in bed with a playlist playing out loud on one of their phones.

As for serenading, which is def more common in their canon, Jack is the one who is most likely to do such a thing. It's not that Nana is a bad singer, she's actually really great, it's just that she's not too comfortable singing out loud or in public. She'd rather do it in private and even then, she gets too self conscious and embarrassed sometimes so Jack has to hype her up.

He has def caught her singing to herself a couple times and he very much loves her voice. It's his favorite thing to listen to in the whole world.

And two songs I always think of them singing together is Finesse by Bruno Mars and Cardi B. It is the right amount of playful and has the exact vibes I relate to them with it's merge of old and new. Please Me is another song, also by the same singers that I can hear them singing easy which also fits their vibes in sound and style.

#ask #jack #nana

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Tommyinnit(x reader) HC's that make me wanna shoot myself with the vlog gun, Pt. 1

If you had to describe Thomas in two words- Loud and Sweet.

He is a obnoxious little prick that loves you very much<3

You two first met at college, you were in his class and had caught his eye.

He started talking about you to his chat and Wilbur and had asked for advice on how to approach you.

He then turned to Philza, who just said to wing it and go up to you.

Tommy, who was too pussy to do shit, didn't listen to Phil and instead just started crushing on you from a distance.

Then one day, you had came up to him and asked if he had the previous days homework, and so you two started talking.

Going from schoolwork to gaming in a matter of minutes.

You two started hanging out at school and at your house.

He was planning on asking you out, but you had beat him to it and popped the question one day as you two were just chatting on your bed.

He was a blushing and stuttering mess but somehow got his response out.

Which was yes, of course.

You two went on a date to a theme park and spent the whole day having fun.

After that, he could not stop talking to chat about you, and chat was getting sickk of hearing your name, and instead wanted to meet the girl who had broken their big man.

He had asked you if he could introduce you to his stream and you said sure :)

If you don't like your face being shown he won't have his webcam pointed at you and instead will have you sat out of the cameras view, though you could still see chat, and they could see your hand whenever you reached out.

If you don't mind your face shown he would have you sit in his chair and get another one for himself, as you are his special guest.

You got to speak to chat and Tom's friends.

They all quickly took note that you and Tommy were literally made for each other.

You two together was just chaotic and amazing.

Chat loved you two together and dubbed you two the lovesickduo

Wilbur told you embarrassing stories of Tommy and Phil told you about how much Tommy talked about you.

One of the mods had let a media share through, which was the video of Tommy lip syncing to Bruno Mars.

You loved how embarrassed Tommy looked and found everything you saw/heard absolutely adorable.

#tommyinnit #x reader #tommy #mcyt #headcanon

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The Afterparty

Author's Note: The basic idea is that instead of thinking about going to the dance, MC decides to plan this event instead. I like associating songs with different characters and thought it would be fun to imagine a concert where those songs would be performed/covered.

MIDNIGHT CONCERT AT THE FALL

DOORS OPEN AT ELEVEN

FEATURING THE EXILES

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SETLIST

Hellraiser by Ozzy Osbourne

You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi (Blue)

Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga (Purple)

For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert (Light Blue)

VOID by Melanie Martinez (Orange)

Alone by Heart (Green)

INTERMISSION

For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica (Teal)

Money Make Her Smile by Bruno Mars (Yellow)

Feed My Frankenstein by Alice Cooper (Red)

She by Harry Styles (White)

bad idea, right? by Olivia Rodrigo (Pink)

ENCORE: Do Not Disturb by Halestorm (Black)

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FUN FACTS

MC always wanted to release their inner rock star but never felt confident enough to do so.

Diavolo was the one to suggest the concert as MC was sharing songs from the human world with him.

Each song on the setlist is attached to a color, and each color is associated with a person.

The songs (excluding the encore) get introduced by a color wheel.

Except for the opening song, MC wears something matching the color of the song they're performing.

MC sings and plays guitar and the piano.

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SONG DETAILS

Hellraiser is linked to MC.

Lyric: I keep saying that it's getting too much/But I know I'm a liar

Lucifer is Blue.

Lyric: You paint your smile on your lips/Blood red nails on your finger tips/A schoolboy's dream, you act so shy/Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye.

He is in attendance. One, he wants to keep an eye on Mammon and Asmo. Two, Barbatos had a extra ticket and invited him to tag along.

Part of him feels embarrassed to hear MC call him out like that, but mostly seeming them perform arouses him.

Belphie is Purple.

I mean, have you seen his battle sprite? The boy is a trained dancer.

The song is heavily choreographed.

The choreography is influenced by ballet.

He is not in attendance. He went straight back to the House after the dance to sleep.

He watches a video of the performance the next morning and is impressed by the artistry of the performance.

Simeon is Light Blue.

Lyric: Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet/You thought an angel swept you off your feet/Well, I'm about to turn up the heat

MC remembers how he behaved at the traveling carnival and decided to channel that energy into their performance.

He is in attendance. Solomon dragged him to the Fall after they settled Luke down in his bed.

He is BLUSHING.

Most people would think that he's horrified by the provocative lyrics, but no.

The song might as well be one of his diary entries describing how he feels about MC, so hearing them sing what's been on his mind...

Levi is Orange.

MC is attached to a wheel of death that magically spins and deteriorates as the song progresses.

The song describes someone who judges themselves harshly and has major anxiety.

If that isn't Levi to a tee, I don't know what is.

He is not in attendance. The dance drained his social battery, and he needs to be alone for a while.

However, he watches a livestream of the event on his phone, so he's witnessing the performance in real time.

By the end, Levi can barely see the screen due to the tears in his eyes.

Satan is Green.

Satan + pianos = match made in heaven

Plus, it's a rock ballad.

He is not in attendance for the same reason as Levi. He finds The Fall too loud for his liking.

He watches the performance the next evening after he's done studying.

He thinks the performance is beautiful.

Barbatos is Teal.

It's canon that he likes metal music.

I'm in the group of people that believe that he would enjoy Metallica.

You know the riffs played on the bass guitar? Well, imagine that they're played on a violin. Now, imagine that the person playing the violin is none other than Diavolo himself.

The reason for the intermission is so that he can disguise himself so that people don't suspect that he's on stage with MC.

As mentioned earlier, Barbatos is in attendance. He's the only person outside the band that knows about Diavolo's musical feature (which is basically how he got tickets to the show).

He appears stoic on the inside, but he's simply enjoying the music in his own quiet way.

Now, slight detour but still relevant to the song: I've seen a couple of posts that state that Lucifer has listened to Metallica. One of them presents the idea that he listened to the band a lot during his rebel angel days before he fell but that he only listens to them occasionally as a demon.

Needless to say, as soon as the music kicks in, Lucifer is literally this emoji: 😳

Mammon is Yellow.

It's literally in the title. What more could you ask for?

MC plays the role of an announcer, introducing a "new girl in town".

Who plays Mammon? A female doppelganger.

As mentioned earlier, he is in attendance.

He is BLUSHING (Part Two).

He has no idea what he's going to do the next time he sees MC. Will he faint? Will he compliment their performance? Will he pounce on them like an animal? The world may never know.

Beel is Red.

Food metaphors for sex? Literally Beel.

The second song that could be a diary entry.

He is not in attendance, for he doesn't particularly like the food they serve at The Fall.

He is instead eating at Hell's Kitchen when one of his classmates rushes up to him and has him watch a livestream of MC's performance.

Let's just say that he starts craving something else the longer he watches the performance.

Solomon is White.

I mean, he is the whitest boy in all of the three realms (lol).

In all seriousness, I know that in the original game, white was Luke's color and Solomon was a rainbow (like MC), but considering that everyone else has their own color and that MC wasn't performing a song about Luke...

Some background information: Harry Styles has admitted that he and his bandmates were on shrooms when they recorded this song and that the guitarist that plays the solo at the end (Mitch) didn't remember playing it (because he was that high) and had to learn it before they went on tour so that he wouldn't mess it up.

Needless to say, the song's trippy, and I think Solomon has a trippy vibe to him, so hence the song choice.

As stated earlier, he is in attendance.

He appreciates the work that went into the performance (which features some trippy set pieces).

Asmo is Pink.

Third song that could be a diary entry.

We all know Asmo's a slut, and we love him for it.

I also think he's a major pop rock girlie, and he would definitely be a big fan of Olivia Rodrigo (especially after GUTS).

He'd definitely be singing along and having a blast.

Not just during this song, but the entire concert. He LOVES seeing this side of MC.

Diavolo is Black.

*cough* Even if the devs can't settle on one shade *cough*

ANYWAY.

Out of all the songs, this is the one MC is most nervous to perform.

You see, they don't want to get in trouble for putting Diavolo on blast, and they almost don't perform the song at all.

However, after hearing the crowd begging for an encore, MC puts their fears aside and decides to just go for it (and worry about the consequences later).

MC has had a base costume that they've accessorized with different colored items throughout the evening. Underneath this base is a black lingerie set that they bought during a shopping trip with Asmo. This set gets revealed during a pause in the song where the lights go out briefly and come back on.

To make a long story short, MC is definitely getting railed after the concert.

Oh, and the "girlfriend" mentioned in the song? Lucifer.

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I read @pensandpizza latest story about Bruno and his 'over the shoulder slip' ruana and wanted to write someone simping for Bruno as well. Since I'm very attached to my Aro/Ace Bruno, the simping will be innocent and one-sided.

@seanettlles is a beautiful soul and queen and let me use her OC Emilio, who is a baker and just a roundabout wholesome dude.

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"You are not doing what I think you are doing. Are you?"

Emilio startles and almost drops the plate of Miguelitos he's brought to Casa Madrigal. Just to share, of course. Julieta likes to accuse him of gloating, but that's not true at all. Is it gloating, if he's made the perfect batch and immediately takes a plate to show Julieta, knowing that she still struggles with the recipe? He just wants to help by showing her how it's done. Out of the goodness of his heart. Promise.

But Julieta stares at the baker, not at the puff pastries, and there is no trace of the little furrow between her brows that always appears when he gloats… I mean, helps. Instead, there is a protective fire burning deep in her eyes, only somewhat softened by the amused smirk curling her lips.

"What do you mean?"

Juli huffs and follows his gaze. With her attention off of him, the man feels safe to go back to staring as well.

And what a sight it is.

Bruno Madrigal, oblivious to his appreciative audience, is busy across the sitting room. One of his rats has apparently stolen one of Mirabel's thread spools and has proceeded to carry its treasure all the way to the top of the bookshelf.

Mirabel seems more amused than anything as she watches her Tio try to cajole the little animal back down. He begs and he scolds and he counts down from 3 at least five times. To no avail. Not even Antonio's translations seem to help. Probably because the little boy is giggling too much for the rat to take him seriously.

It's a ridiculous scene.

And Emilio is entranced.

Because Bruno is stretching his whole body toward the top of the bookshelf. He is standing on his tiptoes, his trousers have slid up to reveal slim ankles and the beginning of smooth lower legs. One of his hands is grabbing the shelf near his chest for balance, while the other arm stretches upwards, his long fingers wiggling enticingly at his pet. The position doesn't just cause the ruana to drape… artfully over his butt, it also has the added effect of causing the fabric to slip off of one of his shoulders. With the bulky ruana out of the way and only the shirt obstructing the view, the shoulder proves itself to be rounded and skinny and oh so small. Emilio could probably cover the whole thing with one of his hands easily.

Bruno wears his hair up in a messy bun today. A lot of curls have already escaped the tie and the combination of little strands just barely brushing a slender neck and the curve of a shoulder that is merely teasing the open air, so far and yet so close, does things to Emilio.

He swallows hard.

Juli sees it. Of course she does.

"You are!" she accuses.

He tries to cover his embarrassment by showing the plate into her hands. "What can I say, I have an eye for beauty. I mean, look at these magnificent Miguelitos."

Julieta scrunches up her nose and he decides to take the shot. Her hands are full, the worst she can do is shove the plate into his face and at least then he'd get to actually taste his baking.

"Will you kill me if I ask him out on a date?"

Whatever he expects from her, it's not a soft and indulgent smile. "I won't. Because I know you are a good man." Emilio grins, but her next words take the wind out of his sails. "But it won't do you any good. He'll turn you down."

"Oh. I see."

She balances the plate on one hand (he has a second to be impressed, because that plate is heavy) and uses the other to lightly punch his hanging shoulders. "Got nothing to do with you, Milo. He is just not interested in these things in general. No matter who is asking."

"Oh…. Oooooooh. I see!" That makes him feel a little bit less dejected, though the disappointment is still there. "Too bad."

Across the room, Bruno huffs and puts his hands on his hips. It shows off his high waistline quite nicely. Julieta gives Emilio a 'look' but the baker just shrugs unabashedly.

Hey, he can still appreciate from afar, can't he?

"He might not be interested in that." Julieta begins, hesitant yet hopeful. "But he could use a friend, you know?"

Emilio has of course heard all about Bruno Madrigal, who has left his home under mysterious circumstances to protect his sobrina. Who is quiet and jumpy, but can also be snarky and funny. Who almost never visits the village unless a family member is with him because stares and whispers follow him like their own personal shadows wherever he goes.

Emilio has heard it all.

He grins and steals a Miguelito off the plate. He saunters over to where Bruno is still trying and failing to get his rat down and hands him the pastry.

Bruno accepts, too surprised to do anything else, but he looks at the baker out of wary eyes, his shoulders bunching up around his ears as if he is anticipating an attack. Emilio nods at the rat.

"Have you tried bribery yet?"

A friend. He can definitely be that.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #encanto oc #Emilio the baker #disney encanto #Bruno doesn't know that he is very attractive #But also #aroace bruno madrigal #Let Bruno make male platonic friends #I have a lot of prompts in my askbox I know I'm sorry #I'll get to them but I need to finally make some progress on Chapter 13

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