#camilo hurt/comfort

[brunofanfiction]

🥺 Best Tío: Bruno! 🥺

Master List (Pt.1)

🥺 A Madrigal gets Sick

“Mirabel finds out Antonio is sick and informs the family, unfortunately for them the rest of the family is stuck at the town with a storm hitting~” #fluff #sickfic

🥺Hide and Seek

“Bruno plays hide and seek with Camilo. Well, maybe it’s just the two of them hiding together from Pepa and la Abuela.” #fluff #hurt/comfort

🥺Petting Zoo

By @metaphoricaltigers

“Antonio, Luisa and Bruno go to a petting zoo and Bruno talks about his mental health.~” #fluff #BrunohasOCD #AutisticBruno

🥺 Daisy Chains

“On a sunny afternoon Julieta and Pepa take their one year old daughter’s (Isabela and Dolores) to the garden for a picnic along with Bruno. When Julieta and Pepa head inside for a bit, Bruno is left to look after his nieces.~” #fluff #itsjustfluff

🥺Duerme Bien

By @waitingonavision

“Listen to the six-year-old. Antonio has the only right idea. ~A sleep pile with Bruno and his niblings. This is the result.” #fluff #toothrotting #Brunospancita

🥺Healing Takes Time (you’ll get there in the end)

By @impossiblefangirl0632

“One day you’re going to look up and realize that things are starting to get better, that you’ll be okay. Today is that day.” #fluff #healing #hurt/comfort

🥺Little Gestures

By @sokkas-first-fangirl

“Mirabel noticed Bruno tended to pat them on the head (especially when he couldn’t handle a full hug) and, as he did, deja vu always hit. He must have done the same thing ten years ago.~” #fluff #toothrotting

#Bruno madrigal #good uncle Bruno madrigal #tio bruno #Bruno madrigal fanfiction #Antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #Dolores madrigal #Luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #fluff #hurt/comfort #light angst #viva la pancita de bruno #tooth rotting fluff #healing #autistic bruno madrigal #Bruno madrigal has OCD #masterlist

[wikluk]

UPDATE! This is *the longest* chapter in TFATR! YAAAAAY! Also, please, read the notes!!!

Also...

WHAT HAPPENED THERE??? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED THERE? WHAT A MESS, PEOPLE, WHAT A MESS INDEED! WHAT CAN WE SAY, EXCEPT–

JULIETITA, YOU’RE NOT ALRIGHT DARLING. NOT AT ALL.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #to fall apart to reunite #encanto fanfic #fanfiction update #julieta x agustin #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #senora guzman #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #angst and fluff #emotional hurt/comfort #family dynamics #julieta is a mess #we're sorry

[ausofmine]

AU idea for Encanto

Their faults, our fates AU

outline

Camilo,Mirabel(10 yrs) and Antonio (baby) are kidnapped to exploit their gifts (mirabel has one here related to the truth, like a lie detector, more details about it here).

No one knows who the kidnappers are, as they aren't part of the encanto. Pepa and Julieta go insane trying to find their kids, with their powers (or lack of, since Julieta stops cooking) effecting the town.

Bruno never disappeared since mirabel has a gift. But some people still hate him (even though it's gotten better,THANK MIRABEL). He's extremely close to his nieces and nephews, especially Mirabel. So the kidnapping effected him too.

Meanwhile the kidnappers mostly abuse the two eldest cousins especially camilo (as he stands against them especially when they try to hurt his familia) and leaves him mentally and physically abused also selectively mute (more details later). Mirabel is treated better due to her gift (which camilo secretly resents) but is still abused and the only reason Antonio isn't as abused as them is that the kidnappers have enough sense to keep him alive till he gets his gift and try to basically bend him to their will (more details about how that turned out later(P.S it thankfully failed but had repercussions)).

All of the trios personality changes (mostly Camilo and Antonio) in mostly bad ways. ABUSE IS NEVER OK.

They are forced to act as a normal family with their abusers in their new village to not arouse suspicion, the town soon truly adore the madrigal cousins but the adults dislike and are suspicious of their "parents". After three years, they finally leave their abusive lifestyle with the help of the village. They live peacefully for the next two years but hide their powers or true identities in fear of the village hating them (something the abusers implanted into their mind).

Meanwhile the madrigal family still know that the trio are alive but have searched everywhere except Alma's old village which they believe to be in ruins, also you know trauma. However the day Antonio gets a gift a new door appears just when they were about to give up. The door showed animals native to Columbia (yes I searched it up a bit, might have gotten some things wrong though) and renews hope that they still live nearby (as the encanto rainforest has those kind of animals).

This leads Alma to finally push past her trauma and search the area of her home where they find a small village with someone looking incredibly like mirabel...

This AU is named :- Their faults, our fate AU

will elaborate on the details of this Au soon, ask questions if you're interested or confused.

Credit me for any works of this AU

#encanto #encanto au #la familia madrigal #encanto mirabel #encanto camilo #mirabel and camilo #the madrigals #antonio #angst with a hopeful ending #hurt/comfort #mental abuse #physical abuse #child abuse #encanto bruno #encanto pepa #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #Speak out against abuse #everything will be okay #Mirabel has a gift #Suffering #Their faults our fates AU

[lythea-creation]

Can you write mirabel or isabella comforting the reader through a panic attack?

The Brightest Star - Mirabel Madrigal x fem reader

First of all thanks for the request, anon. Hope I got it the way you wanted.

summary: The dinner with your girlfriend and your parents doesn't work out the way you would have wanted it to.

warnings: panic attack, homophobia

word count: 1.767

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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“I still don't think this is a good idea”, I voiced my concern.

“Your parents already know we're in a relationship. I really want to meet them”, Mirabel countered.

“Just because they know doesn't mean they approve. The only reason they haven't disowned me is that you're a Madrigal”, I assumed.

“Okay. Let's make a deal. Since you got to meet my whole chaotic family with all it's issues especially toward me, I get to meet your family as well. One dinner. If it doesn't work out, I will never bother you with it again”, she suggested.

“Fine”, I agreed with a defeated sigh. “But don't blame me if it turns out horrific.”

“Can't imagine the people who raised such an incredible girl to be awful”, she noted and I took her hand with a smile as we continued walking through town.

My mind was already bombarding me with all the worst-case-scenarios of the upcoming dinner.

First I would have to ask my parents which was bad enough. But the imagination of sitting with them through a whole meal … I had no idea how to survive this.

Most likely Mirabel would be the answer. She usually was. There was a reason why I was spending basically all my time either with her or her family who was way more supporting than mine.

How could I not compare her family to mine and yearn to marry into hers?

“Hey, it's going to be alright”, Mirabel snapped me out of my anxious thoughts. “I'll be with you all the way. We can still escape to my house at anytime, okay?”

I nodded with a hesitant smile. My thoughts however were centered around the dinner for the rest of the day.

When I returned home after a great evening at Casita, the silence hit me like a rock.

The Madrigal's were so loud and lively that it often drowned out my doubts. They had immediately integrated me and made me feel at home.

I wanted the same for Mirabel. She deserved only the best in my eyes. But I knew I could not offer her what she wished for.

“Mom?”, I called out silently.

My dad was usually asleep at this time, but mom liked staying up late.

“I'm in the living room”, she replied quietly.

I made my way over to her and tried to gather the courage to talk with her about the dinner.

“What's up, dear? Is everything alright?”, she wondered.

My parents were absolutely toxic. On the one hand they were loving and supporting. But on the other hand they made me feel worthless whenever I did not meet their expectations. I had wished more than once that they could just decide if they wanted to love or hate me. That would make it easier.

“Mirabel would like to come over for dinner sometime.” I uttered the words before I could change my mind.

“Oh … yeah, of course she can come over. How about tomorrow?”, she questioned.

I could not interpret her tone. It did not sound disgusted or disapproving, just kind of neutral if that was possible.

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds fine”, I agreed surprised.

I had not expected this conversation to be so easy. Maybe Mirabel was right and it was time. There was a slight chance that I could help them understand why I loved Mirabel when they met her. Who could not love her?

On the next morning I went over to Casita to tell Mirabel the news.

Casita opened the doors for me when I arrived and I was immediately welcomed by loud chaos.

“Hey, (f/n)”, Camilo greeted me while running from an angry looking Isabela.

“Hey”, I greeted him back laughing.

“Good morning, (f/n). Had any breakfast yet?”, Julieta inquired.

“Um … no. But it's fine”, I brushed it off.

Julieta simply smiled at me and handed me an Arepa.

“Thanks”, I shot back with a grateful and slightly abashed smile. “Do you know where Mirabel is?”

“In the kitchen”, she informed me.

I thanked her again before heading in the said direction.

Mirabel appeared to be busy mixing several ingredients together.

“Hey, Mira”, I greeted her with a peck to her cheek. “What are you doing?”

“Experimenting with different dips for the Arepas. Wanna try?”

Of course I did. Some were delicious, while others were more than questionable.

“Mom invited us over for dinner today”, I proposed.

“Seriously? How did it go?”, she asked me excited.

“Pretty well, I guess. But that can change quickly”, I reminded both of us.

“Which dip do you like the most? We can make more of it and bring it as a guest present. Well … I can bring it as a guest present”, Mirabel considered.

“How can you be so optimistic?”

“I need the positive energy for both of us in this matter, right? So I will deliver it”, she declared confidently.

Mirabel was bright and happy, standing up to face every obstacle in her way with a smile. I still could not understand how she had ended up with me out of all people. But I was definitely grateful for it, no matter what my parents thought about it.

Mirabel and I improved the recipe and prepared the dip, putting it in the fridge.

Then she tried to distract me, which partly worked. But my anxiety was always there.

“I'm here. You're not dealing with anything alone”, Mirabel reassured me on the way to my house.

One of her hands was holding mine, while the other carried the dip.

“Good evening. It's nice to finally meet you”, mom welcomed us at the front door.

It was strange honestly. Like I was visiting my parents after moving out, although I was only sixteen.

“Good evening. I've really been looking forward to this dinner. I tried out a new dip recipe and thought maybe you would like to try it”, Mirabel explained and handed my mom the box.

“Thank you”, mom replied with a smile.

It was extremely polite. Nothing compared to my time with the Madrigal's who had not attempted to impress me and had done it anyway.

But so far it could be worse.

To my surprise it was great for a while. My parents asked questions about Mirabel's family which my girlfriend happily answered.

“You raised a great daughter by the way. My family loves her almost as much as I do”, Mirabel proclaimed casually, placing her hand on mine.

Her gesture made me smile. Until I noticed the look on my parents' faces.

“We thought that as well. But it seems we made a big mistake at some part of her life. I wish we just knew what it was”, dad alluded while eyeing Mirabel's and my hand.

“I'm still not sure if we ruined her or if it's just in her nature”, my mom added.

Mirabel was obviously shocked at their statements.

“Don't worry. It's in my nature. Nothing anyone could or could have changed”, I hissed.

“So we're the ones to blame after all if it's in your genetics. I can't believe we passed on such a flaw”, my mom remarked.

“It's not a flaw”, Mirabel interjected.

But before she could continue, my mom started talking again: “Sorry if we upset you, dear. We're not judging you or your sexuality. It's none of our business what you do with your life. We just don't want our daughter to be a dyke.”

“I think we should go”, Mirabel announced, squeezing my hand.

“What? Why? Please stay a little longer”, my mom requested.

“(f/n) doesn't deserve the way you're treating her. Come on! Let's go!”, my girlfriend encouraged me and helped me stand up.

My dad's hand wrapped around my wrist. “You're free to go whenever you want, but our daughter stays”, he demanded.

“Are you sure you want to oppose my family?”, Mirabel threatened him.

Reluctantly he let go.

Mirabel quickly led me to the border of the town to get somewhere quiet.

“Hey, are you okay?”, she worried.

Her voice sounded muffled to me due to the ringing sound in my ears.

It felt like I could barely breathe and at the same time like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

I desperately wanted to get out of this state.

My fingernails buried themselves in my hand. But even the slight pain did not help.

“(f/n), I think you're having a panic attack.”

It was difficult to process her words.

“Let's remove your shoes, okay?”

She helped me out of my shoes.

I could feel the soft grass against my feet. It actually did have a calming effect.

“What did we do on our first date?”, she asked me.

I stayed silent. Speaking seemed impossible right now. I could not grasp a clear thought.

“You can do it, (f/n). What did we do on our first date?”, she repeated.

“We went hiking”, I recalled panting.

“Exactly. What else?”

“We had a picnic on top of the mountain. The landscape was stunning, but I could barely take my eyes off of you. We stayed there until the stars appeared and shared our first kiss.”

“Yes, we did”, Mirabel confirmed with a smile. “Now again. What did we do on our first date?”

“But I just told you”, I protested still out of breath.

“Just do it.”

“We went hiking. We had a picnic on top of the mountain. The landscape was stunning, but I only had eyes for you. We shared our first kiss under the stars.”

“Again.”

I had to repeat the story several times before Mirabel finally allowed me to stop.

“Feeling better?”, she wondered.

“Actually I do. Thanks. But how did you know how to react?”

“My sisters had their fair share of panic attacks before. Your parents aren't the only ones with high expectations”, she enlightened me. “But you were right. Maybe we shouldn't have had that dinner.”

“No, it's fine. I feel a sense of freedom now that it's over. Thanks for supporting me, Mira.”

She pulled me into a tight hug making me feel loved after this horrible family incident.

We spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the grass and waiting for the stars to shine again.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal x fem reader #lgbtqia + #panic attack #homophobia #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #family issues #disney #romance #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal

[row-boats3]

Second chapter is posted! I’m really excited to see what everyone thinks!

#encanto #ao3 author #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #found family #hurt/comfort #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #update #Welcome Home Son

[miramilocamimira]

Hiding Spots

(Part of a Butterfly and a Cub)

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Sorry it’s kinda Mirabel & fam instead of just Mira and Tonito)

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Another 5 + 1

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Closet

Mirabel knew she was supposed to go to bed but she couldn’t. Not yet. Isabela had gotten scolded for making the wrong bouquet.

She wanted to make sure her sister was okay.

She gasps and whispers to casita. She knows something that always makes her feel better!

Once Mirabel found the perfect gift for her sister, she went up to the elder’s room. She opened the door to see nothing.

Well, slightly untrue as there were tons of flowers but no sister in sight. Mirabel walked around and called out for Isabela when she heard some soft sobs. Looking around she saw a bunch of plants and vines wrapped around a portion of the room.

“Isabela?” She called again. “I… I have a gift for you.”

“Go away!”

“Please? Isa?”

Mirabel hears some rustling and sees the vines move and her sisters angry, tear streaked face.

“I SAID-!” Mirabel holds up the gift.

Isabela blinks as she notices the pin and a couple of flowers in her sister’s hands.

“They’re inter- inner… they switch!” Mirabel says.

Afterwards her sister starts crying again, pin in hand and Mirabel hugs her. She tells her sister that she thought it was amazing and that mistakes happen. Mirabel knows. After Abuela says Mirabel makes lots of mistakes.

Isabela looks like she wants to say something but Mirabel hugs her again and tells her to sleep well.

As the years pass, Mirabel notices how even though it’s the pink one, Isabela still wears the hairpin.

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Windowsill

Camilo, despite everything was her best friend. She know him better than she knows herself. That’s why when she sees he doesn’t eat the arepas at dinner, his favorite, she knows something is wrong.

They may not be four and spend everyday together anymore but she goes to where he’s hiding.

Camilo loves the sky. His mom makes it change and he adores it. Loves all weather.

When she gets there he clings. He talks about how his body changes and it feels wrong and how it’s not him. How nobody needs him anymore.

She tells him he’s wrong. How she needs him, how no matter what he looks like she will always need him.

Later she makes him a ruana with chameleons embroidered on it. She leaves a note at his door.

‘Even though a chameleon can shift and hide, it’s still a chameleon.’

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Woods

Dolores had run off into the woods. Mirabel doesn’t know what she heard but knows it wasn’t good. She follows and they sit in silence.

Sometimes it’s good to be quiet.

She leaves some earmuffs she made at her cousin’s door that night.

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Kitchen

Luisa was harder to find but at least one spot Mirabel could reliably find her at is the kitchen. Where she’ll see her mom already comforting her sister.

Once she knows it’ll be fine she goes to make another outfit to fit her sister whose so strong and beautiful that she doesn’t understand why others don’t see it too.

She hand it to her sister with a big hug and tells her she’s beautiful.

—-

Bed

Antonio had long since made a habit of hiding under her bed. It’s why when she hears people can’t find him she goes to her room. She opens her drawer.

“This present will self destruct in three…”

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Roof

Mirabel sits where no one in the house could see her. Always hidden and safe.

She failed to make them proud today. And that’s okay. She’ll cry tonight and stare at the stars she wishes so desperately to shine like. Eventually Casita will urge her to go to bed and she will.

Tomorrow is a new day. A new chance to make her family proud.

#camilo & mirabel #mirabel & dolores #mirabel & luisa #mirabel & antonio #mirabel & isabella #mirabel & casita #slight hurt no comfort at the end #butterfly and cub

[crossbowwwdotcom]

camilo's blue lock ff reccs ^_−☆ (as of december 25, 2023; may be updated):

- a shiver i cant shake by lockedskies .., 4k words and 1/1 chapters. a tabiori ff where they carpool on their way to bluelock from kansai which turns into a sort of roadtrip ff that lowkey had me kicking my legs

- behind the mask by kae_karo ... 6k words and 1/1 chapters. tabieita assasin au where theyre trying to kill each other but theyre pining!

- white tea and blackberry pie by juryrouge ... 12k words and 2/2 chapters. a kaisagi future ff from an outsiders pov of them slowly getting set up! its just rly cute

- electric blue by ithildin_23 ... 13k words and 4/? chapters. ANOTHER kaisagi ff where theyre all content creators! isagi is a gamer whos RLLY good at valo and kaiser is a blogger. unfortunately discontinued but still one of my favs!

- and if you flow with me (i hope it goes slow) by xshieru .., 18k words and 1/1 chapters. RLLLY cute bachisagi ff where they slowly get together over the course of blue lock. just generally rlly cute ^^

- im scared you wont be waiting on the other side by jumpinginmuddypuddles ... 7k words and 2/6 chapters. bachisagi where isagi is being hunted down and bachira is his bodyguard. very good but it hasnt been updated in so long so 😔

- like staccatos by rinksskii ... 18k words and 3/? chapters. rinsagi orchestra au with a very interesting plot that im very curious about!! sadly has not been updated in a while

- customer service by amazing__gracie ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters (but is the second work of a two work series!). very funny rinsagi where rin is a racer and isagi is an awesome mechanic. from the tags: "rin likes isagi" "isagi likes rin's car"

- no mountain too high, no river too wide by miyaeruisa .,, 36k words and two work series. featuring: figure skating kaisagi. GODDD ITS SO GOOD!! rivals to lovers with great amounts of balance of focus on the individual chars and their relationship and one of my favs to reread (esp the second work)

- go together by heartbeatrelics ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters. nagireo ff where nagi is searching for an apartment for him and reo to live in while reo has no idea theyre gonna live together...theyre so domestic and ughhhh yeah!

- kintsugi kids by retrosas ... 10k words and 1/1 chapters. rare chigisagi ff where theyre childhood friends and chigiri is healing from his knee injury (+ an isagi injury). really good!

- got me feeling like damn! by retrosas ... 11k words and 2/2 chapters. allsagi ff with just. everyone simping over each other while at a bllk party. SOOO rereadable!! staged in the future

- apricot scones by orphan account ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. soft coffee shop bachisagi EXCEPT a secret someone is actually spiderman!!!! sooo cute

- sights worth seeing by mxmasochist ... 15k words and 6/6 chapters. 5 + 1 ff featuring yukki's injury!! just some plain old good hurt/comfort

- rhythm only you can follow by katlov ... 8k words and 1/1 chapters. kurosagi in bastard munchen where theyre just. soft. real cute and kurona gets hit in the face

- and they were roomates by chameleonardodicaprio .., 17k words and 2/2 chapters. nagireo stuff that had me TAKING LAPS. this is so!!! nrhdkdvj!!!! just nagireo being gay and everyone speculating in the nel

- the third time by anonymous .., 66k 12/? chapters! rinsagi stuff where isagi is a super famous idol and rin is training to be his backup dancer!! realllly good stuff with both of them being good at what they do and. yeah!

- the universe thinks we should kiss or something by misstresssleepless ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. AWESOME tabieita soulmate au where theyre just a little funky. figuring things out for 4k words basically

- im working on it by orphan account ... 52k words and 10/10 chapters. LAST CHAPTER IS SMUT beware!!! really good slow burn tabieita in blue lock with great character plot!! theyre so cute

- the little things by meemawz ... 1k words and 1/1 chapters. just a gen fic of isagis senses being way too strong. very cute hurt/comfort and fluff (i also love this trope so much plspls write more for this)

- streamer nagi cinematic universe by okwa ... 12k words and 4 works. what it says on the tin! js lots of cute stuff with nagireo!

#blue lock #bllk #kaisagi #bachisagi #rinsagi #chigisagi #allsagi #tabieita #nagireo #tabiori #isagi yoichi #itoshi rin #michael kaiser #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #nagi seishiro #mikage reo #karasu tabito #otoya eita #yukimiya kenyu #hiori yo #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 reccs #fanfic reccomendation #is it obvious who my favs are... #anyways enjoy!! give these fics some love because theyre all really good #if u have more reccs leave them in the tags!!!!! id love to read more

[mcverse]

Sneak peek of Part 3 — out now

You remain silent, lost in your thoughts, prompting Jake's concern to deepen. His voice carries a hint of worry as he shares the repercussions of your actions. "Neteyam won't continue your training after yesterday's incident," he reveals, his brows furrowing with a tinge of disappointment. Your gaze drifts absentmindedly behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, visibly relieved to find only Spider standing there, a silent pillar of support from a distance.

In an attempt to bridge the gap and offer solace, Jake reaches up and places his hand on top of your head, gently aligning your eyes with his. His next words carry both reassurance and understanding. "I will take over your training," he states. The weight of his words sinks in, accompanied by a mix of apprehension and hope.

A frown etches itself upon your face, and you bow your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Your voice trembles as you whisper, your words laden with self-blame, "I'm sorry... I messed up." The weight of your mistake presses down on you, filling you with a profound sense of regret.

Jake shakes his head, his expression unwavering yet brimming with empathy. "Hey, hey!" he interjects, his voice soothing. In an instant, he envelops you in a warm embrace, an embrace that feels remarkably paternal. Tears stream down your cheeks as his hand rubs gentle circles on your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't say that," he murmurs softly. "It's not your fault."

Nestled against his chest, you find comfort in his words, but the weight of guilt remains. Amidst the ebb and flow of tears, you speak amidst a mix of emotions, "But it is. I shouldn't have gone. Kiri wouldn't be hurt, and everyone wouldn't be so angry."

The embrace tightens, further offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Jake's voice carries a gentle tone as he emphasizes the importance of everyone's well-being. "What's important is that neither of you are seriously injured," he asserts, his arms loosening their hold as he gently steps back. With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, delicately wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. "No blame to anyone, okay?" he adds, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know it's tough, but you're a tough girl, and we are so proud of you."

A small hiccup escapes you as you try to compose yourself. "We?" you inquire, your voice laced with curiosity and vulnerability.

Jake chuckles warmly, his hand releasing your face and playfully tousling your hair. Despite the urge to swat his hand away, you let it be, savoring the lighthearted moment. "Everyone," he replies, a fondness evident in his voice. "Me, Max, Norm, Kiri, Spider, Lo'ak..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint before continuing, "Speaking of Lo'ak, he's grounded."

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#⋆❀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ — ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴇᴇᴋꜱ #atwow #avatar #avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar wow #avatar x reader #neteyam x reader #avatar reader #sneak peek #neteyam sully #atwow neteyam #avatar x you #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine #atwow x reader #atwow fanfiction #avatar x y/n #lo’ak avatar #lo’ak imagine

[zafirosreverie]

Tía Y/N (Madrigal triplets & Reader) part 2

Part 1

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"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

"I WASN’T EVEN PART OF THIS!"

"FÉLIX, I WANT A DIVORCE!"

"JULIETA, COME BACK HERE!"

“YES JULI, COME BACK! 

“NEVER!”

“SHE DOESN’T HIT YOU THAT HARD!”

"BETTER YOU THAN ME!"

“YOU’RE THE ELDEST! YOU HAVE TO SACRIFICE FOR YOUR BABY SIBLINGS”

“I KNOW NO SIBLINGS BUT THE ONE WITH THE CHANCLA BEHIND US, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN”

“JULIETAAAAAAAA”

Alma tried not to laugh and maintain a serious face, but it was quite difficult when her triplets, all 50 years old with their own families, ran as a soul that the devil carries to avoid what everyone is afraid of: la chancla.

She didn't really know what was happening, it had been a quiet and normal morning, with the whole family taking a day off to enjoy each other's company. She had been embroidering with Mirabel in the living room (she did it more and more often, in an attempt to fix the relationship with her younger granddaughter), when Isabela and Camilo had entered laughing out loud, with Felix and Luisa smiling behind them.

They did not even have time to ask what happened before three green, yellow and blue spots flew next to them, with a very angry Y/N yelling from upstairs.

Alma was no fool, she knew that you, her eldest daughter and the one who reminded her most of Pedro (at least in appearance), had long taken the role that corresponded to her in the life of the triplets. On the one hand, she was happy they had you, but on the other it hurt her heart and guilt consumed her for knowing that she was never really present in her children's life to the point where they had to turn to you for help.

She never knew when Bruno had told you that he didn't want to have his own family, that he was not interested in having a partner of any kind. She wasn't present when Pepa had run to you on the first day of her period, or in the long night talks about crushes when she met Félix. She didn't even know that Julieta liked women too.

Just a few months ago she had discovered that Pepa calmed down when she was caressed, that Bruno liked to play the guitar or that Julieta loved painting and that the beautiful pictures in your room were made by her. In truth, she didn't know her own children. But you did.

You had been with them on every step of the road, even when they took different paths, you had never let them be lost for a long time. A task that you later performed with the grandchildren as well. Isabela and Dolores had learned to walk with you, Luisa always looked up to you especially when she had a problem, Camilo told you the secrets that he could never tell his parents, Antonio still followed you around all day when he was feeling sad and Mirabel...for the girl you were the whole world. There was absolutely nothing that she didn't tell you.

You were the only other family member besides her grandmother who didn't have a gift, you understood what it was to grow up with magical siblings when there was nothing special in you, you understood the looks of people's judgment, murmurs and teasing. That was why you had made your special mission to make the girl protected from all that.

Little by little, you wove a warm blanket of love and humility, you taught her that she did not need to have a gift to be a light, to shine and be a source of comfort. Mirabel could be identical to Julieta in appearance, but she was definitely a coal copy of you in everything else.

It took her too long to realize it, but now Alma understood that the miracle, the magic, was not what united them, that it was only a feature that most of them shared and nothing else. The answer was you. Really, you were the angel who kept the family together.

...And that's why no one should mess with you, unless they wanted all of heaven's strength chasing them. Or that it was one of the triplets. 50 years and they had not yet learned not to make you angry? Or perhaps it was their way of getting your attention when they felt you were abandoning them for the grandchildren.

A silly thought perhaps, but children will always be children, and the age did not matter, they would always need even if it was just a hug from their mother. And you were definitely the triplets' mother, no matter how much it hurt her.

"What do you think happened?" Mirabel whispered, taking her out of her thoughts

"I don't know" Alma smiled "but it must have been bad if your mother is running too"

It was true. Of the three, Julieta was usually the one that was spared from your fury. It was no secret to anyone that she was your favorite sister/daughter/family/person, despite Pepa and Bruno's anger, who would always get offended when her sister avoided your scolding.

"What about Julieta?! She also helped with the joke!" they would said

"Maybe, but she looks cute doing it" you'd shrug "besides, who could be mad at this precious face?" You would add while taking your sister by the cheeks

Your younger siblings would cross their arms and looked at you with an annoyed pout while a black cloud hovered on the redhead, and Julieta simply let you use her cheeks as a squishy and fill her face with kisses (something she took from you and did with her niece, nephews and daughters too), while she smirked at them. 

The only times she actually got scolded was when she wasn't taking care of her own health. So either Julieta just wanted to do exercise or whatever the hell they did was really stupid and dangerous.

"YOU'RE ALL SO GROUNDED!!" You growled when you managed to get to the first floor.

You cursed Casita for siding with the triplets and letting them run while it trapped you on the second floor, but that didn't mean they were safe. Nope, there was no escape. 

"What happened, mija?" Alma asked you walking up to you

"Your mocosos share the same fried brain cell and unfortunately for them, it wasn't Julieta's turn to have It" you growled 

Your mother laughed and rolled her eyes fondly. She knew that you loved your siblings more than anything and that any insult you might have for them would never come out of the heart, just from a motherly anger, and there was something she could think that this was about. 

"Did they try to test Julieta's gift with poisoned food again?" She asked 

"They tried to test my patience" you answered "they used arsenic, mom. ARSENIC!"

Okay, that was new. Alma felt bad for thinking it, but she could have expected something that stupid and irresponsible from Pepa and Bruno, but Julieta? She knew better than that, she wasn't a silly girl who didn't know what arsenic could do. She must have been really desperate to get your attention if she let her siblings drag her into that.

"How are they even alive?" She gasped

"Félix caught them before they could even finish the empanadas and ran to tell me" you sighed "and I'm glad he did"

"Of course, I don't want to thinking what could have happened to them"

"And because now I can kill them myself" 

Alma looked at you for a moment. You were frowning and looked ready to hit whoever stood in front of you, but she was still your mother and she could see the fear in your eyes, and honestly, she felt it too. She followed your gaze to see her younger children still running and she made a note to scold them right after you.

You felt your mom's aura changing and knew she was on your side, so you smirked and took your sandal with a single move, your eyes never leaving your adorably stupid siblings.

"Who do you want me to hit?" You asked, just for fun 

Alma thought about it for a second. Julieta would definitely get the worst scolding once they were back for letting the other two convince her to do something stupid, but you both knew it hadn't been her idea. It probably wasn't even Bruno's, but there was someone who had never feared death nor god. 

"The middle one" she told you 

You nodded and focused on your victim for a moment before your chance flew directly at her. Your smirk never left your face and grew even more when Pepa fell to the ground after it hit her right in the head. Bruno and Julieta didn't even look at their fallen sister, they just ran faster to save their lives. 

"AND YOU BETTER BRING IT BACK TO ME, YOUNG LADY" You yelled at the redhead while the whole family laughed behind you. 

These three would be the end of you one day, you were sure of that. But god knew you wouldn't have them any other way. Besides, they were your cute little babies, so you guessed that gave them some points too.

#reader insert #x reader #madrigal triplets #madrigal triplets & reader #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #imagine #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto #tía y/n

[gamerbearmira]

More resident evil 8 Au! I don't think I will ever run out of things to talk about for this AU!

First I'm glad you like my idea for julieta's mutation and I 100% agree that Miranda was trying to get rid of Alma's voice but she didn't directly go for her voice box she was just kind of hoping that it would be a side effect of the experiment so it didn't happen.

The Dimitrescu family does need to chill. They try their best but given their mutation and what I feel like is an ingrained primal/animalistic instincts they have a very hard time reeling in their emotions and with self-control in general. They've gotten a lot better over the years but it is something they still struggle with.

I just realized that we haven't got the families opinion on the other Lords or their first interaction with them besides the Dimitrescu family. As you know with Alcina and her family things were very tense and it took them a little while to be able to get along with each other but they managed The family doesn't have very high opinion of them because of their diet and their overall attitude but they are grateful for the fact that they took Mirabel in and took care of her when she was young. None of them like Monroe mostly because of the smell and the disgust that they feel being near him but also because of the fact that he is constantly trying to trick them into doing things to help him look better in the eyes of Miranda. All of them were creeped out by Donna at first, most of them still are, but Donna and Isabela built an odd little friendship over their special interest in gardening/plants. None of them like karl because of his abrasiveness and the attitude that he takes with Mirabel Plus the fact that his solution to the Miranda problem is to experiment on people and create these horrible monsters although camilo does like/appreciates the chaos that karl brings to certain things.

I feel like when Ethan is in Mirabel's creepy Casita he could go to different sections of the house and find different things. Like when his in the kitchen which is Julieta's area he could find healing items that would randomly regenerate more and could probably buy cheaper food items from Julieta, for weapons and ammo I'm torn about who he could get that from I feel like Luisa would be a good person to get that from because of how much she wants to protect her family. But I also feel like Pepa and Felix would be a better choice because in this Au they go crazy protective over the family plus I just get that type of vibe from them better than I do Luisa because at the end of the day Luisa is a cinnamon-roll sweetheart and I can't really imagine her hurting anyone or dealing with weapons.

Yes Ethan lives! I don't trust the B.S.A.A especially after seeing how they treat Rose. She literally didn't have a childhood in their care, and they were going to shoot her because she had a very reasonable reaction to what that one guard dude said, plus the fact the guy even felt comfortable to say something like that to her when she's visiting her father's grave is just gross. In my version The Madrigal family goes back to their encanto with Ethan and Rose, it's the place they all love and they all miss it very much, There are a couple villagers that are still alive and remember the family but not that many. Casita is still standing. Nobody lives inside because Casita refuses to allow anybody to live in her pushing away anyone who tries to get inside. When they get to Casita they were all basically pushed inside Casita was so happy to see them again! Casita had added a room for Mirabel while they were gone, the family doesn't know why or when. They make Ethan a house near Casita so he can have his own privacy and raise Rose the way he wants to. They of course help him whenever he needs it and spend a lot of time with him and Rose!

But I've been thinking. By the time Ethan happens Mirabel would be fully grown and would have been fully grown for a while before Ethan/Rose happens (all the Lords/experiments seem to stop aging after they reach adulthood) and with how much Miranda likes to experiment do you think it's possible that in between that time Miranda would try and experiment on Mirabel to create a vessel for Eva? In this Au Mirabel is considered the favorite and Miranda does have an unhealthy obsession with her so I wouldn't put it past her to try it but I don't know I would really like your opinion on that.

Any art you would like to make is always appreciated!

PLEASE DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE I LOVE IT❗❗ Honestly, Resident Evil by far like my favorite Video Game Media, and in the top five of my favorite media of all time 😭😭 like if you want my attention just mention resident evil

ANYWAYYYYY yeah, I think it's cool for Julieta <333 makes me also think that since her hands leak mold and infect the food, if someone did eat it to heal, it would more effectively heal people who had some form of black mold or any mutation like that; an idea, maybe Ethan, if he goes to her kitchen for healing items, he can take food (if she offers it to him), and he can use it to help regenerate or repair stuff; it can’t regenerate whole limbs though, not unless he has them, hence why Ethan is still missing fingers <\3333 And anyone without mold or mutations have to eat more in order to heal properly. Or maybe ut doesn't heal at all. Idk 🌚

The opinions are so real 😭😭 like I can see why they don’t like Karl (and even Camilo probably only barely tolerates him), and Moreau, for obvious reasons is disliked. Like I know bro is a victim, all of them are, but he SO manipulative it’s not even funny, and he’s just trying to make himself look better in the end. Alcina and the daughters…yeah. By far, if they had to choose one for Mirabel to be around, they prefer Donna, like yeah, she’s creepy, and yeah her weird dolls are creepy, but she’s otherwise pretty chill, and Angie is really just a vessel for her to speak through. I like how Donna and Isa bond over gardening, that’s cool <333

ALSO ETHAN IN CASITA 💪💪💪 he finds the house and family creepy at first, but honestly, with how much he’s been through, he gets over it when he realizes that they only want to help him. Him raiding Julieta's kitchen is so funny, and like she doesn’t care 💀 also I think Pepa and Félix fit for weapons; maybe Luisa can still have a role, since she’s still strong, she can and will defend herself, especially against Lycans. If she’s not at Casita, she will roam the villages and knows her way around, so maybe Ethan can go to Luisa when he needs to know where to go next or where to find certain items (not the flasks though)??

AND THE B.S.A.A…I haven’t watched gameplay of the Rose DLC yet (I need to lmao), so I was going off the B.S.A.A in previous games like 3/5/6. I’m glad they went back to the encanto, and I’m glad Casita is still standing and was so excited that the family came back 🦈🦈 The Madriagls pretty regularly check on the Winters. No Mia. We don’t talk about Mia 👹👹

As for Miranda trying that, yeah, I think so too. Even with her, and the family getting older, Miranda still treats her like a child, like her child. Arguably, her obsession gets worse, and it affects her both Mirabel and even her family to some extent. Mirabel wants to be herself and live as herself, but Miranda essentially ends up viewing her as nothing but a vessel for her daughter, and treats her as such. She either treats her as she would Eva, or she would treat her like the experiment Miranda will ultimately try and turn her into. Mirabel fully believes she won’t fail this time. She refuses to listen to Mirabel, much less her family.

Mirabel might even be a little happy Miranda doesn't really like her family, becayse at least that way, her family is safe from Miranda's obsession with getting her daughter back. Miranda tolerates them but you know. She's not above brutality and LITERAL ASSAULT AND MURDER 🌚)

ALSO ART❗❗ so fun to draw. Honestly, I'll draw a lot for this au 🤭🤭 LIKE...its insane. I had this idea, but it doesn't work with the timeline of RE8 and Encanto 😭 Anyway, I want to do a snippet, so if you have any ideas or more lore 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto au #encanto #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #encanto luisa #encanto pepa #encanto Felix #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil au #resident evil ethan winters #resident evil rose winters

[strigeist]

Heyyyyy!!! You still do Encanto? If so the can you do Camilo x male reader and like the madrigals throw a party for whatever and male reader knows how to dance so he dances with a girl/guy whatever and they accidentally kiss and male reader explains or whatever that it was an accident. (Sorry if it’s long and too detailed)

~ Yes! Since we're so close to the new year I decided to mix it up with that, I hope you don't mind. And it's no biggie, really! I prefer more specific requests anyway. Thank you for the request, it's the first one I get so I'm pretty happy about that s2. Hope you like it! ~

Camilo x Male reader

Summary: You accidentally kiss someone else while dancing. Camilo, your boyfriend, sees it. Misundertandings ensue. (You make up at the end, though, so don't worry!)

Word count: 1830.

Genre: Emotional hurt/comfort(?)

Author's notes: This might be a bit ooc, I'm not too sure, it's been a while since I've interacted with anything Encanto! Also, I used the word "parce" at some point, I've heard it's similar to "bro" in English or "mano" in Portuguese. I say it a lot so I feel it would fit in the dialogue but do let me know if it's not used like that in Colombia. And!! The dance I had in mind for this was cumbia since it's, apparently, a very popular dance there, but it's not really mentioned explicitly (and it could be wrong, since if you looked up that about Brazil Google would make you think most people dance samba at parties here when it's not really true, at least in my experience). And yes, the way the "kiss" happens isn't that realistic but who cares? Not me (though, fun fact, something very similar happened to me irl once!)

Celebrating the new year was always fun at Encanto. The whole town came over to the Madrigals' house and danced, drank, ate, and just generally partied until dawn. Now, it wasn't as wild as it sounds, but it was always a treat.

This year was particularly exciting for you since it was your first year officially attending as Camilo's boyfriend!

What did that change? Well, not much, only that you helped organize the place before the party, which you didn't mind (not when that meant you could spend the entire day goofing around with Camilo while doing so). But even though you partied together almost every year, there was just something different about dancing as a couple instead of friends.

The two of you had danced for a while after the *real* party started, however eventually decided to switch partners every few minutes as most did. It was just more fun like that, and you were still close enough for it to be considered time spent together. Plus, you were amongst friends, so it didn't feel weird.

Eventually, you ended up back together. After a few short minutes of dancing, Camilo suddenly seemed distracted, staring behind you as he stepped along to the beat of the song.

"You know, if you keep doing that you're gonna step on my foot!" You teased, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"... Oh, perdón, corazón." You cringed a little at how that rhymed. It seemed intentional by the way he giggled after saying that. "Mi mamá wants me to fix something, I think, I don't really understand what she's trying to say."

You stopped dancing and turned around to look as well, quickly finding Pepa gesturing angrily at the upstairs of the house and mouthing something to your boyfriend. After she noticed you looking, however, she stopped, smiled, and waved almost awkwardly. You and Camilo laughed.

"Want me to go with you?"

"No, no, it's fine! I want you to enjoy yourself, you already did enough by helping me with the decorations earlier. Just keep dancing or whatever." he explained, then grabbed your chin and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, grinning right after "See you in a few minutes!"

With that, he left.

'Charming bastard..." You thought as you watched him go, lips still tingling from his kiss.

[...]

You tried to wait for Camilo to come back but got bored after a few minutes. He did give you permission to dance with other people, and you were doing that before anyway, so you were sure he wouldn't mind.

The dance floor (that was actually just the main room of the house) was considerably fuller now that people started drinking, but you still had enough space to dance. Your current partner was Daniela, your sweet next-door neighbor. It was actually her mother that taught you how to dance along with some of the other kids in your street, so you were very comfortable dancing with each other.

You were facing each other to be able to talk better, one of your hands on her waist and the other on her hand. You spoke about your plans for the year, how your relationship was going, did some casual gossip because why not, when suddenly someone ran into her from behind. She fell forward, and your natural instinct was to try to hold her so she wouldn't fall. This, unfortunately for the two of you, ended up causing something quite awkward: your lips on hers.

It was very, very quick, but felt weird nonetheless. You hadn't really kissed anyone other than Camilo, but did this even count when it was on accident?

You stared at each other for a few seconds after separating. She was slowly becoming red like a tomato (and your face felt very hot as well, so Lord knows what you looked like), but both ended up laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- someone ran into me-" She tried to explain, but you just shook your head and put your hand on her shoulder with a smile.

"I get it, it's fine, I noticed. Still wanna dance?"

She nodded positively and you went back to doing what you were before, not giving the event much thought.

[...]

A few more minutes passed, and still not a trace of Camilo. You weren't worried before, but now you were. Did something happen?

"Parce... I'm gonna go look for Camilo. He's been gone for a while, I'm worried." You announced and stopped dancing.

"Alright! See you later, (Y/n)! Tell him I said hi." She said.

"Will do!" You waved, then left.

You looked around the entire house and still couldn't find your boyfriend. Now you were really worried. It felt a bit irrational since it was Pepa who had left with him, so surely she would keep him safe. But what if something happened to the two of them, then?

Before your paranoid thoughts could get to you, you managed to find Dolores, who looked around as if looking for someone while holding a cup of juice.

"Hey, Dolores!" You greeted and she jumped before looking at you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Have you seen Camilo around? I can't find him anywhere!"

"Oh, he's mad at you because you kissed Daniela." She explained, then widened her eyes and squeaked when she noticed what she just said. "I mean, no."

Your chest tightened when you heard what she said. So he thought you cheated on him?

"He saw that? But it was an accident! I don't-"

"I tried to tell him, but he didn't want to listen." She shrugged.

You didn't know how to feel about how Dolores was apparently listening to you and Daniela talk for her to have managed to catch that part, but didn't give it much thought. You were more worried about Camilo as of now.

"Where is he?"

She looked around with just her eyes, then replied.

"His bedroom. You should go, he's very upset."

You didn't wait a second before you left, quickly making your way to your boyfriend's room. Even though it wasn't really your fault, you still felt extremely guilty. This day was supposed to be one of fun and parties, not sadness! You weren't even sure he would believe you when you told him what had actually happened, but the thought of him breaking up with you because of that gave upset you too much, so you chose to think about it.

When you got to the glowing door of his bedroom, you knocked a few times, hands shaking a little from the built-up anxiety. You hoped he wasn't THAT hurt.

"Camilo, it's (Y/n)!" You said. "We need to talk!"

You couldn't hear anything behind the door for a while, but it suddenly just opened, revealing none other than Camilo. His eyes were red and puffy and he was still wearing what he wore at the party, though a little crumpled and with some small bits of dust that probably came from a blanket.

You could have cried at the sight, especially with this misunderstanding being the cause of it, but before you could say anything Camilo started talking.

"There's nothing to talk about!" he exclaimed angrily and sniffled, tears starting to fall from his eyes. "Y-you kissed her while I was gone! I trusted you! I thought..."

"No, no, mi vida! It's nothing like that!" you interrupted before he could go on, determined to avoid any further misunderstandings. "Someone pushed her on accident and she fell, I tried to catch her and, well, that's what you saw! I didn't say anything because, to us, it didn't mean anything! It was an accident! She has her boyfriend and I have you, and I would never want to kiss anyone else! I'm so, so, so sorry..."

Camilo stared at you silently as his tears came to a halt. He sniffled and dried his eyes with his hands before speaking again.

"So... You still love me?"

"Of course I do! I love you more than anything, amor!" your face got warmer after saying that. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I should have-"

Before you could keep going, Camilo hugged you so fast you didn't even see it coming. You returned the gesture and wrapped your arms gently around his figure, softly caressing his back as you did.

"... Mi hermana tried to say that to me, I think, but I didn't really listen... I'm, uh, sorry." He said. The words were a bit muffled since his face was pressed against your neck, but they were still understandable.

You let out a relaxed sigh, then giggled and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"It's fine, she told me. I'm just glad you're not sad anymore... Unless you still are?" You pulled away and looked at him with a worried expression.

He pulled you back and shook his head.

"No, no! I'm glad I was wrong! I'm sorry for having jumped to conclusions so quickly-"

"But it was perfectly reasonable for you to get upset about that, I-"

"Ey, ey!" he interrupted as he pulled away, placing both hands on your shoulders. "What if, instead of infinitely apologizing to each other, we went back to having some fun?"

You laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds better. Wanna go back to the party?"

"Actually," Camilo replied with a mischievous grin "I had something else in mind." He walked a few steps back and looked at the inside of his bedroom, then at you again. "Wanna come in?"

You only raised an eyebrow and complied, following him into the room.

[...]

The idea turned out to be surprisingly mild. You were laying down comfortably on Camilo's bed, with your arms wrapped around him as you watched some telenovela his tío, Bruno, had recommended to him.

"But... Wasn't she his tía or something?" You asked, confused.

"Amor, are you even watching?" Camilo huffed in an annoyed manner but didn't bother looking up at you. "Yes, she is! But she doesn't remember that, she has amnesia! That's like, the whole point!" He said as he gestured at the screen.

"Perdón, perdón. I'm just busy looking at something else." You said, staring lovingly at him.

He turned his head towards you in curiosity, staring blankly for a few minutes before becoming almost as red as a tomato.

"Eres ridículo, (Y/n)." He laughed and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, then went back to watching the TV.

"What can I say? I love you! And you're very, very pretty."

"He, I love you too. Now pay attention to the telenovela or I swear I'll make you watch it all again!"

You both ended up falling asleep together while watching television. It wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the new year, but waking up in the morning with him still in your arms was certainly more than you could have asked for.

#encanto x male reader #camilo madrigal x male reader #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #encanto fanfic #requests open

[forjongseong]

aeropuerto // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; making out; oral sex (both receiving); face-sitting; unprotected sex. // wc: ~10.4k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos

next chapters:

click here for the masterlist

summary: a slight unfortunate event and an encounter with an ex makes you realize how much Jay actually means to you.

author’s notes: welcome to PART SEVEN of the series! wow we have come a long way and I really did not plan on doing so (which is great because the best things are the ones that happen unplanned)

the song inspiration for this fic is Camilo's newest release, I can't believe he released it and none of you told me and I was unaware. oh well. let's look at the lyrics, shall we?

If you are by my side I will not let anything hurt you, hurt you,

Seven billion smiles in the world and I like yours.

Only yours.

What I feel is already very obvious,

I hate the world without you

And I think it's already well known,

that I want to be your boyfriend.

They call me airport because I put you to travel,

They call me gym because I make you sweat

They call me end of year because I make you drink

I want to snuggle up with you so they say I am your baby.

Now tell me that isn't Jay??????

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @jaylaxies @hee-pster @thots4hee @axartia @spxrklyfairydust @nyanggk @end-hyphen @jayked @yoursjaeyun

(taglist is open, send an ask if you want to be tagged!)

The schedule for this week was packed. Since it was already the last quarter of the year, which usually was the busiest time for your company, you had been juggling meetings and handling new deals, trying your best to split the work among your staff evenly. Some days, you wished you could be in two places at the same time, but lucky for you, Jay was always ready to be your other half.

You had sent Jay to attend several meetings outside while you tackle everything you needed to do in the comfort of your own office. You did not even leave the room to eat, having Hwiyoung deliver your lunch order right to your desk. Jay had scolded you several times for missing your meal, and you did not wish to disappoint him further.

Expecting Jay to return before sunset, you were slightly surprised to hear one knock on your door. You glanced up from your computer screen and saw the door that got pushed open. Jay entered carrying his briefcase and loosening the tie around his neck.

“You’re here early,” you said, pushing your chair back before standing up. “Everything under control?”

Jay smiled weakly and nodded, holding up an OK sign with his hand. He trod to the sofa at the center of your office and gently placed his briefcase on the coffee table. You wanted to check the documents that he brought back, so as soon as he let go of the briefcase, you made your way towards it. Meanwhile, Jay was looking for something to drink at your mini bar.

“Did Mr. Jung give you a hard time?” You asked, knowing that the company you had sent him to had a rather difficult executive member. Instead of an answer, you heard the clinking of glass before the sound of it shattering to the marble floor.

“Jay!”

You rushed towards him as he slowly collapsed to the floor, knees first and miraculously avoiding the pieces of glass. You caught him just in time before his head hit the floor, and as you made him lie on your lap you could see the consciousness on his face slowly fading away.

“Hwiyoung!” You yelled, hands roaming around Jay’s arms to make sure he didn’t get cut. After seconds of no response, you yelled Hwiyoung’s name again, this time louder.

Hwiyoung barged into your office and within a split second after assessing the room, ran towards you and Jay on the floor.

“Be careful, there’s broken glass,” you warned, reaching out an arm to stop Hwiyoung from coming closer. “Get my phone on my desk and press 7 on the speed dial. Ask for Doctor Kim.”

While Hwiyoung talked to the person on the phone in a rush, you took off the tie from Jay’s neck and chucked it away before you undid the first few buttons on his shirt. Your hands were shaking as you brushed his hair back, feeling his burning skin against your palm.

Everything else that happened after felt like a blur. After getting help from Hwiyoung to have Jay lie on your spacious sofa, you waited for the doctor to come and when he did, Jay slowly regained consciousness. You were speaking to the doctor when he opened his eyes, and because you got distracted by him, the doctor immediately turned back and spoke to Jay privately.

Hwiyoung was by your side the whole time and when you turned to face him, you reached out to stroke his arm, hoping you could thank him with the simple gesture. He gave you a comforting smile before putting his hand over yours.

“He’ll be fine, Miss,” said Hwiyoung in a low voice. “It’s just fatigue.”

You nodded and walked over to the doctor as soon as he wrapped up things. After asking Hwiyoung to walk the doctor back to the lobby and get someone to clean the shards of glass, you staggered back to the sofa, sitting on the floor and placing a hand on Jay’s shoulder.

“I feel like calling a doctor was overkill,” said Jay. His voice was raspy and he was staring blankly at the ceiling. When he didn’t hear your reply, he looked at you and noticed you were holding back tears. “Boss…”

Your attention was completely shifted when the janitor walked into your office, swiftly cleaning up the mess and leaving in less than five minutes. After thanking him, you smoothed your skirt and sat on the floor again beside Jay.

“Can you walk?” You asked after you managed to compose yourself and forced your voice to not sound too shaky.

“I think so.”

“Good. We’re going home now.”

You dismissed the rest of your staff for the day when you walked by with Jay, your one arm placed securely around his waist. They all looked at Jay with concern as his lips still looked slightly pale, and before you left almost all of them said get well soon to Jay in unison.

At the lobby, Mr. Lee took over and helped Jay get into the car while you walked over to the other side. You insisted for him to lie down on your lap, bringing both his legs up and taking his shoes off. You instructed Mr. Lee to drive slowly and turn the radio down.

Jay was facing sideways as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You stared outside the window and your hand automatically kept repeating the same gesture, until you felt his skin instead of his hair and you noticed that he had adjusted his position to face you.

“I really am fine, you know,” Jay whispered, making you stop stroking his hair by grabbing your hand.

“Shush,” you replied, pulling your hand away from his grip and brushing his hair back again. He then decided to close his eyes for the rest of the ride.

When you arrived at your apartment, Mr. Lee was about to help walk Jay with you, but he insisted that he was fine. You kept your hand around his arm and constantly looked up at him for any signs, and when you placed your chin on his shoulder, he leaned his head on yours.

You asked Jay to go straight to your shared bedroom while you walked around making a fuss—heating water to make tea, browsing your phone to order dinner, and getting clean clothes for Jay to change into. Whenever Jay offered to do something, you nearly barked at him and told him to not even lift a finger.

The bedroom door was left open and Jay could see you walking around still in your working clothes—your button-down and your skirt. The tight bun on your hair was steadily becoming messier as loose strands started to come out and cover your face. After securing an order for dinner, you placed your phone on the counter and walked back to the bed.

Taking the clothes you already laid out for Jay, you walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully unbuttoning his shirt. Jay saw your fingers trembling, struggling to even hold the buttons. He gently placed his hand around your wrist and looked at you.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes were focused on the buttons of his shirt as you bit your lower lip, fighting to hold back the tears.

“Look at me,” Jay demanded. His grip around your wrist tightened. You blinked as you shifted your gaze to his eyes and at the same time your tears fell. You started sobbing uncontrollably and Jay pushed himself forward before pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you said in between sobs. “You’re exhausted and it’s my fault.”

“It’s not,” Jay spoke right into your ear as he comforted you, rubbing his hand on your back. “It’s not your fault. Trust me.”

You continued to sob against his shoulder, letting your tears stain his shirt. Jay stroked your hair gently, consoling you when you were the one who was supposed to comfort him. You were still sniffing when he pulled back to look at you.

The first time Jay saw you cry was also the first time he kissed you. After that, you had managed to conceal your feelings as best as you could, not wanting to spread the negativity to him. While the two of you were apart, all of your breakdowns happened in private, so the only time he saw you cry again was right now. It broke him too since this time he knew he was clearly the cause behind your tears. He was better at fighting back the urge to cry, though, because you did not even notice the way his eyes had reddened.

Jay’s fingers brushed against your chin. “This has nothing to do with work, okay? I should have taken better care of myself. It won’t happen again, so don’t worry.”

You wiped the tears off your face as you nodded, slowly breathing normally again. A single tear ran down your cheek and Jay wiped it away gently with his thumb.

“You can stop crying now,” Jay whispered, his hand remained on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your nose and then your forehead. You closed your eyes and held his forearm as he continued to leave soft kisses around your face. When he kissed your jawline and lingered, he playfully bit you, eliciting a soft chuckle between your lips.

“You’re beautiful even when you cry. That seems unfair,” he protested. He pouted as you looked at him, mimicking your expression. You yanked his hand away from your face in retaliation.

The doorbell rang and you instinctively stood up. You told Jay to change his clothes as you went to grab the order that arrived. The vitamins and other pills that your doctor prescribed for Jay arrived at the same time, so it took you a while to prepare everything on a food tray to later carry to the bed.

Jay walked out of the bedroom in the shirt and shorts that you picked out for him, and he brushed his hair back as he sat by the counter. You took the tray and spun around, almost dropping everything to the floor since you didn’t hear him walk out.

“You can just set that here. I’ll eat with you,” he said, reaching out to grab the tray away from you.

“Jay.”

“Y/N.”

You had memorized the tone he would use to call your name when he was being dead serious. You sighed as you set his food back on the counter, pushing the tray towards him.

“Where’s yours?” He asked, lifting the spoon.

“I’ll eat later,” you said, turning your back to him to make tea.

“I should be honest with you.”

You turned around with frown on your face, questioning the meaning behind his statement. Jay massaged the bridge of his nose before he took a deep breath.

“I was skipping meals and not drinking enough water. That’s why I passed out. So if you’re thinking of pushing back your meal time, please don’t.”

You looked at him as the frown stayed on your face. “So you’re always telling me to eat while you’re not taking your own advice?”

Jay nodded, dunking the spoon into the bowl of porridge you had prepared for him. “That’s why I said it’s not your fault.”

You walked over to Jay and as he chewed his food, he spun his bar stool around to face you. You leaned in for a hug and he embraced you, all the while still shoving food into his mouth.

“I should hire a chef,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“What did I say about being overkill?” He asked, dropping the spoon to rub your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

“Remember when you said you’d walk through fire for me?”

Jay put both his hands on your shoulders to pull you away from him. “Yeah?” He asked back, a puzzled look on his face.

“I’d walk through barbed wire for you,” you claimed, crossing your arms in front of your chest to make a statement.

Jay chuckled and almost choked on his own saliva. He aggressively placed both his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in to peck your lips.

---

It was a Saturday morning and you could vaguely remember Jay kissing you goodbye to leave for the gym. You had stayed up the whole night, talking to Isa and Yoon for more than six hours. Your loud laughing woke Jay up, and only then you realized the sun had come up. You continued to sleep for a couple more hours before waking up to have a light breakfast. After that, you turned on Netflix on your TV and lied down sideways on your sofa, watching a talk show that had been on your list for ages.

You heard the sound of rustling from the kitchen and you realized you had fallen asleep again. Jay’s back was facing you as he put the groceries into the fridge and some snacks into the kitchen cabinet.

“Hey,” your voice croaked as you stretched your arms and sat up.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” Jay smiled at you, putting away a shopping bag after he neatly folded it.

“When did you come home?” You asked, fixing your position on the sofa.

“Like, twenty minutes ago? I think. I didn’t want to wake you up. You seemed so tired when I left this morning.”

“Oh my God, what time is it now?”

Jay leaned by the counter and casually pointed to the clock on the wall. “Don’t worry, you still have a couple hours to get ready to go to the event.”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “You’re coming, right?”

Jay fiddled with a box of biscuits as he answered you. “Actually, love, I think I’m gonna stay in today. I overdid it at the gym and I’m just low on energy. I don’t want to be a burden. Is that okay?”

You shook your head and yawned. “It’s fine. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Okay,” Jay smiled at you again before turning his back to you, continuing his task.

“And you’re never a burden,” you continued. “Come on.”

Jay smiled really wide that you could see his cheeks rising up from behind. “I know,” he murmured.

“I need to go to the store to get the, uhm,” you snapped your fingers and scrunched your nose. “I forgot the name of the thing. I can’t think straight today.”

Jay crossed his arms as he leaned on the counter again to observe you. “Take your time.”

“I used to eat them for breakfast all the time, the cereal…”

“You mean Honey Stars?” Jay asked.

“Yes!” You beamed. “My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

Jay reached into another shopping bag he had not gone through yet and pulled out a box of the cereal you wanted. “I got it for you already.”

“How did you know?” You brought yourself up with your knees and peered from your sofa like a meerkat.

“You’ve kind of randomly been mentioning them lately, so I figured you were craving them today,” Jay said, nonchalantly putting it away in one of the cabinets.

“I did.” You watched as Jay finished putting all of the groceries away. You then walked over to him and just as he turned around, you let him catch you in his arms. “Thank you.”

Jay kissed the side of your head and rubbed his hand on your back. “What time do you want to start getting ready? Do you have an outfit picked?”

You shook your head but tried your best to stay sniffing the crook of his neck. “I only know what color I want to wear. I’m thinking green.”

“Alright,” Jay spoke right into your ear and you realized how it had never failed to send shivers down your spine. “You can go shower and I’ll get your outfit ready.”

You ended up taking a shower longer than usual and when you got out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around your body, Jay was still picking out accessories for you. You eyed the dark green, strapless dress with an A-line skirt he had laid out on the bed and the open-toe heels sitting on the floor.

“You don’t have that many gold pieces, do you?” Jay asked as he rummaged through your jewelry box.

You chuckled as you walked to your vanity to open the drawer. You kept the pearl choker that Jay gave you in a separate box, and when you pulled it out, Jay followed the movements of your hands. Standing in front of the mirror and still covered in just a towel, you pushed your hair back and put on the necklace. You could see Jay gulping behind you and you flicked your hair once before turning around.

“The dress is strapless, so chokers work best. Right?”

You could feel the way Jay was undressing you with his eyes, knowing that the necklace probably brought back so many memories of the two of you in Greece. After a brief silence, you spun around and headed towards a different section in your wardrobe to get fresh underwear. You grabbed a black strapless bra and matching black panties, and as you tugged your towel to take it off, you felt Jay coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist.

In an instant, his lips were on your shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses and leaving a wet trail as he made his way to your neck. His hands on your waist were gripping you so tight that you knew if you even uttered a word of complaint, it would be of no use. You sighed into his touch, your hands suddenly immobile as the grip on your towel was replaced by his fingers. With one slight tug, your towel pooled to your feet, and you could feel the heat of Jay’s hands against your body.

Jay touched you everywhere, grazing every surface of your skin and making sure not an inch of you was left ignored. He grabbed your breasts in his hands and gave it a squeeze before he ran his hands down your hips, all the while still devouring your neck and then kissing your cheek. He knew his ministrations were making you wet, so he wasn’t surprised when he palmed your core, eliciting a soft whimper from you as he smirked.

“You gotta let me have you before you go,” he whispered. “Please.”

You gave him an answer by turning around, cupping his face in your hands and letting his hands fall down to your ass. He squeezed you there and you chuckled, kissing his lips softly.

“Don’t make me late,” you mumbled, lips still grazing his.

Jay kissed your cheek roughly before he took your hand, leading you to the bed. When he climbed up the bed and lied down, you were puzzled. You tilted your head as you saw him get comfortable, lying down completely and letting his head hang over the edge of the bed. He was careful not to let his feet touch the pillows.

“Come here,” he invited. “Sit on your throne.”

“Are you…”

“Just please sit on my face.”

Jay’s position required you to stand close to the bed with your legs slightly open, and you were scared you couldn’t even stand up straight. After aligning your core with his mouth, you feel his hands gripping your thighs. Once he latched his mouth on to your cunt, it was over.

He started sucking, lapping, and kissing up your folds, making the lewdest noises echo throughout the room. You moaned as you felt the warmth of his tongue against your core, and the more he shoved it into you the more you craved for him. You began to grind your hips, creating a steady motion so he could easily slide his tongue up and down your slit, and once in a while in and out of you. Your whimpers and moans were also getting more obscene, and whenever Jay grunted into your bottom lips, the vibration made you roll your eyes back.

Your legs were shaking and Jay noticed it, reaching out one hand so you can intertwine your fingers with his for support. Your other hand traveled down your clit, touching yourself so you could reach your high faster, not wanting to put on too much weight on Jay. As you felt the knot build on your stomach, you struggled to get out the words, but Jay was quick to notice. He grabbed your thigh and squeezed it as he felt you clench and taint his mouth with your juices.

Jay held you up with both his hands on your thighs as he moved away from under you. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jay pulling you down to sit on the bed, and he made his way to kneel in front of you. You still looked dazed, drunk on the feeling of his pretty pink lips on your cunt, and when you saw his proud face—his chin wet and his lips forming a smirk—all you could do was caress his cheek.

You wiped the wetness from his chin as your breathing became normal. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” You asked, referring to the event.

Jay chuckled, placing his hand over yours. “I’ll be waiting for you here, my queen.”

---

You came back home exactly four hours later, staggering inside as you closed the front door as gentle as you could. You bent over to take your heels off and almost tipped if only you didn’t stabilize yourself by placing a palm on the wall. Surprisingly, the oversized jacket that Jay lent you to cover up stayed on your shoulders the whole time.

“Babe?” Jay called out from the kitchen.

You heard soft sounds of cooking as you made your way to the source of the voice. You were met with Jay’s eyes and you could feel your cheeks flushing in an instant.

“How much did you drink?” He asked after quickly assessing the situation. He wiped his hand on a tea towel before making his way towards you, taking the jacket off.

You chose to answer with your lips, immediately latching your mouth on his as soon as he got close enough. He chuckled as he chucked the jacket away and placed his hands on your waist, guiding you to sit on the bar stool by the counter.

“That explains the behavior,” Jay said, more to himself after he licked his own lips. “I don’t know if you’re hungry but I’m making pasta.”

“Starving,” you muttered, hands reaching up to your own shoulders to hug yourself. You started to observe the way Jay was handling the cooking. He was wearing a cream-colored, long-sleeved tee, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was also wearing his most used black dress pants that seemed to fit any theme of his outfit for the day. You assumed he went out to do something before coming back home. His hair was parted in a way that you liked, half pushed back while half his bangs almost covered one eye.

“How was the party?” Jay asked, his back turned towards you as he stirred the sauce in the pot.

“It was fun. I was with Taehyung most of the time,” you answered. You tapped your fingers on the counter and as you glanced upwards, you noticed how the lights were somehow shining too bright.

“Did anything interesting happen?”

You paused to think for a second before chuckling to yourself. Jay raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder, waiting for you to answer.

“I got complimented on my scent,” you replied. “Whenever someone hugged me to greet me, they would ask ‘why do you smell like a man’?”

It dawned on Jay that the jacket he lent to you was drenched in his perfume and kept stored for quite some time in the wardrobe.

“My bad,” Jay said, smiling.

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “I like smelling like you.”

Jay could not hold back the giddy smile that decorated his lips as he continued to cook. He turned to his right to grab the condiment rack and was met with your figure standing in the way.

“I can help,” you said, focusing your gaze on him and fluttering your eyelashes.

“Like what I’ve said a thousand times before,” Jay said with a low voice. He grabbed you by your shoulders and moved you three steps away to the side. “You’re a distraction.”

You pouted and decided to grab yourself a glass of water. You did not know exactly how, maybe you held it wrong because the next thing you know your favorite mug shattered to the floor and Jay almost slammed the pot he was holding back on the stove.

“My God, Y/N…”

He noticed that you hadn’t put on your house slippers, so he quickly picked you up by your waist and made you sit on the counter. You silently watched as he cleared the floor from the shards of glass and made sure he wasn’t stepping on any. Once he disposed the mess, he turned around to look at you and put his hands on his waist. The sight was so adorable that you started to laugh.

“How drunk are you?” Jay asked, genuinely concerned.

You shrugged, swaying your feet back and forth. “Just a little tipsy. Not so drunk that I will end up forgetting what I did tonight the next morning, though.”

“Are you throwing shade at me now?” Jay was now smirking. His chuckle expressed disbelief.

“I might be,” you said, smiling. “Can I get down now?” You pointed to the floor and pulled the skirt of your dress out of the way.

Jay nodded and immediately busied himself with his cooking again. You patiently waited at your seat, answering all his questions and watching as he cleared the stove and plated the food.

“Eat up,” he said, wiping his hands on the tea towel one last time.

You hopped off the stool and walked towards him, cornering him and making him lean back on the counter.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you rested your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. “Have I told you how hot you look when you’re cooking?”

Jay laughed and rested one hand on your waist, the other playfully booping your nose. “You haven’t, but you can start saying it more often now.”

“How about I show you instead?”

Jay wasn’t even halfway into making a frown on his face when you placed your hand behind his head and kissed him. You did not waste any time building it up, immediately nibbling on his mouth and wrestling against his tongue. Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he let you dominate him, his hands hovering around your hips. When you stopped to catch your breath, Jay chased your lips and you stopped him by placing a finger over his mouth.

Like a reflex, he grabbed your hand and kissed your palm. You melted, immediately rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek before you got down on your knees. Jay was confused for the sudden loss of your touch, but when he felt you palm his crotch, he froze. You started undoing his pants, and he seemed so unsure about it that he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Y/N.”

You tutted and placed a finger in front of your own lips, telling him to shush. You then leaned in and placed your head right in front of his cock. You kissed it through his pants and you swore you could feel him shiver. As you pulled his pants and boxers down in one move, you grazed your fingers against his hardened dick, earning a soft grunt from him.

Your next move appeared to have caught him off guard. The way you licked a stripe up his shaft made him throw his head back, almost hitting it against the top cabinet. He warily placed one hand on the cabinet, unintentionally flexing his biceps, and it just made you thirst for him even more. Noticing that he could not get any harder, you pumped his cock with your hand twice before putting it in your mouth.

Jay let out a shaky breath as he felt your lips wrapped around him. He couldn’t even open his eyes, too scared that the slightest movement might disrupt the whole pleasure. You started bobbing your head up and down, licking and sucking him in all the right places. Your lipstick began to stain the base of his dick, and when he opened his eyes to look at you he almost cummed right then and there.

There you were, on your knees with his dick in your mouth. Your pearl choker was still decorating your pretty neck, and the strapless dress that Jay picked out for you earlier was still hugging your curves perfectly. He absolutely loved the way the skirt of your green dress pooled on the floor, showing the stark contrast of elegance and pure filth.

The tight bun you had on your head was now a messy ponytail, serving as the perfect place for Jay to put his hand. He became more and more relaxed once you found a steady pace, and he tangled his fingers in your hair as he followed your movements. You started making the sloppy sounds louder on purpose, and you knew that it was working by the way his grip tightened around your hair and how he was now pushing your head against his crotch, slowly gaining the power to lead.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Fuck yes.”

Your hands were set on his thighs the whole time, so now that you sensed it was nearing the end, you slid your hands to his ass and squeezed him there, making him jerk his hips towards you. It almost made you gag, and to cope you raked your nails down his legs, letting him take the lead completely.

“I’m close,” he whispered. “Fuck, I…”

You stopped moving your head and let the warmth of his cum shoot into your mouth. You caressed his thighs lovingly as you waited for him to ride out his high, and once he was done you stood up with your cheeks full, limping towards the sink because one of your legs was asleep, before finally spitting his load out. You turned on the tap and rinsed your mouth a little before looking at Jay.

“I mean, I would swallow, but I’m working on an empty stomach and I just don’t want to--”

“It’s fine,” Jay said, seemingly already catching his breath. He pulled his boxers back up and buttoned his pants in an instant. “I’d love it if you’d give me a kiss, though.”

“Really?” You frowned, unsure.

Jay chuckled and pulled you into him, kissing your cheek aggressively before planting the softest peck on your lips. “Thank you,” he mumbled into your lips. “Are you still hungry?”

Your stomach rumbled before you could answer him and you both burst out laughing. He spun you around and slapped your ass before making you walk to the counter where your share of the pasta was no longer piping hot.

---

You were tidying up the books on your desk and putting them away to the shelves behind you. Hearing a knock on the door, you just waited until Jay entered the room. When you turned around, you saw that he was holding a garment bag over his shoulder.

“Your outfit change,” he explained without being asked. “For dinner with your parents tonight.”

You slammed the pen you were holding between your fingers to your desk. “That’s tonight?”

Jay nodded and hung your outfit behind the door. “Did I forget to remind you?”

Your phone flashed and showed the reminder for your dinner tonight. You then realized instead of setting the reminder for a day before, you set it for two hours before.

“Is it a bad time?” Jay asked after seeing your worried face.

You shook your head and sat back in your chair. “It’s okay. I just have a lot on my plate.”

“Let me.”

In a second, Jay was standing by your chair and listening intently to your instructions. You had your monitor showing a presentation, and your iPad open to a list of schedules and meetings with clients. After deeming that he was briefed enough, you handed over the iPad to him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked.

Jay scoffed. “Please. Don’t worry about it. Just take your time getting ready and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay,” you replied softly.

Jay leaned in to kiss the top of your head before gliding across the room and leaving you alone. He insisted on taking care of the rest of your work for the day because he knew how nervous you were when it came to meeting your parents. You sat on your desk for a while and zoned out until you heard two knocks on the door.

“Yes, Hwiyoung.”

Hwiyoung peeked into your room, not bothering to come all the way in. “Park said I should have your car ready in an hour. Just here to confirm.”

You gave Hwiyoung a firm nod and he replied by giving you the OK gesture with his hand.

---

Staring at your phone, your heels clicked as you shifted the weight in your feet. You were waiting for a reply from Jay, who had not responded to any of your text and calls for more than thirty minutes. The restaurant staff who greeted you by the door invited you to come inside and wait in the private room that Jay booked for you, but you insisted to stay at the lobby.

Eventually, you noticed a familiar car pulling up. You stood up and watched as your parents get out of the car, and before they could say anything else, you kissed your mother on the cheek and gave your father a side hug.

“Jay is in a meeting and he’s running late,” you explained. “Let’s just go inside.”

After the waiter escorted the three of you to your private room, you let your parents browse the menu for as long as they liked, thinking that it would buy you time and that you could actually wait for Jay to come before ordering. When they passed the menu to you, you saw the door slide open. Jay came in, slightly panting as he brushed his hair back. He greeted your parents and apologized repeatedly, claiming that the meeting he was in got extended and that he was caught in an unpredictable traffic jam.

Surprisingly, your mother beamed as soon as she saw Jay’s face. The way he was talking while keeping a smile on his face, and occasionally chuckling in between speeches, somehow made her heart melt. Your father just nodded along and avoided eye contact, and you were wondering if it was because it was the first time you had brought a boyfriend to meet your parents.

Jay secured his seat beside you and grabbed your hand that was resting on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You smiled at him before placing both your hands on the table. The dinner went on smoothly. You kept quiet most of the time because you were determined to just observe and let Jay lead the conversation, seeing how well he was able to converse with your parents. Your father and Jay found a similarity, and for a while it was the only thing they talked about, making your mother glance at you and raise her eyebrow. You grinned at her as a response.

The moment your mother found out Jay liked to cook, the mood completely shifted. She kept naming dishes and Jay admitted that he had attempted to cook most of them. The playful banter ended on the note that Jay was obliged to come over to your parents’ house and cook lunch for them. The idea made you chuckle, and you calmly continued to observe as the waiters cleared your table.

It was getting late, and you were the one who reminded everyone that tomorrow was not the weekend yet. Jay excused himself to the restrooms while you all wrapped up, and when your father asked for the check, the waiter mentioned that it had been taken care of. You walked your parents out to the lobby, where Jay joined you midway, and as soon as your parents left with their car, you abandoned good posture and immediately slouched.

Jay put an arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side, giving you the tightest hug. “Let’s go home,” he said, kissing your forehead.

---

“That went well, right?”

You glanced at Jay for a second but did not respond to his question. He frowned as he watched you walk straight to your bedroom.

“Was there a reason why you didn’t text me back?” You asked, letting your hair down after you took off your necklace.

“Like I said, the meeting ran late. I really didn’t get a chance to even look at my phone.” Jay followed you, loosening his tie and immediately unbuttoning his shirt.

“Did you at least wrap things up nicely at the meeting, or was it a mistake for me to send you? Because I know I could have ended it at least five minutes early.” You huffed as you reached out behind your back, struggling to unzip your dress. Jay was about to give you a hand when you finally managed to bring the zip down, instantly making your dress pool to the floor.

“I handled it. Don’t worry,” Jay said softly. “Is everything okay?” He asked as a follow up, noticing that your tone was unnecessarily mean.

You were in the middle of drenching a cotton pad with makeup remover, but Jay’s obnoxious question made you turn around. “You were late, Jay. You made my parents wait.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“You could have texted.”

“I wasn’t in the right mind. Again, I’m sorry.”

You threw the cotton pad and your makeup remover back on your vanity and it made a loud sound. Jay frowned as he turned to face you. You leaned on the table, crossing your arms in front of you. Jay continued to undress until he was just in his pants, his belt half unbuckled.

“Why do you always give in?” You asked. You didn’t even bother changing to your bath robe. For some reason, you just had to pick a fight right now, in your underwear, after an arguably pleasant dinner.

“What do you mean by that?” Jay decided to sit on the ottoman by your bed, leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

“And you always do this too,” you sighed, starting to feel even more frustrated. “I complain about one thing and your immediate reaction is to apologize at least three times. I say one sentence and you ask me to define it, as if you didn’t understand me the first time. Do I really have to be spelling it out for you?”

“What would you rather have me do?”

You let out a single chuckle. Your mouth stayed agape as you could not believe that Jay did exactly what you just said he should not be doing. “Stop that,” you demanded. “Stop asking me everything and just do.”

Jay sighed before standing up and walking away. You only caught his movements through the reflection on your mirror, and you thought he was going to walk past you to go to the bathroom. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, making you drop whatever you were holding, and with one swift move he had your back against the wall, cornering you with one arm beside your head and his other hand firmly planted on your waist.

“Throwing a fit when you’re just wearing the lingerie I gifted you is not helping,” he spoke in a whisper, lips just inches away from yours. “I said I’m sorry, and I mean it. But if you’re not going to take it then let me just do.”

Hearing your exact words repeated back to you had an effect that you could not quite comprehend. The way you could feel the heat of his body against your skin, his eyes digging into yours, combined with his lips carefully grazing your chin—you instantly became a hot mess. His nails dug into your skin as he kissed you absolutely everywhere but your lips. Your neck became his blank canvas as he aggressively sucked your most sensitive spots, eliciting needy moans from your lips. You moved to grab his neck, but he yanked your hand away and pinned it above your head.

You whined in his ear as he continued to nibble on your neck, and as your other hand found its way to his belt, he was quick to pin it above your head too. Both your wrists were held up with his one hand, and he kept his other hand occupied by massaging your breast, alternating between the two.

“Jay…” you whispered, pressing your legs together.

Hearing you call his name made him press his body against yours a little harder, and you almost yelped when you felt his hardened cock pressing against your core. You were helpless, still having your hands pinned above your head, so all you could do was grind your hips against him. He hissed and placed an open mouth kiss on your cheek, even licking a stripe from there to your ear.

“Be a good girl and do as I say, will you?”

His deep voice almost vibrated within you and you could only muster a slight nod as a response. He let go of your wrists only to unbuckle his pants completely and pulling your panties to the side. Your hands rested weakly on his shoulder, and you took the time to observe his face.

You loved this man. You would do anything for him, and you would let him do anything to you.

You felt the tip of his throbbing dick graze your folds and you closed your eyes, indulging in the feeling. You were already soaking wet from the extensive ministration that Jay did on your neck and breasts, so when he slid his length into you he did not need to struggle. Your tight walls welcomed him warmly, and he clenched his jaw as he felt you wrap around him completely.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

You pulled him by his neck and smashed your lips onto his. At the same time, he thrusted into you, lifting you up against the wall and hooking your thighs on his arms. You moaned into his mouth as you start to feel him pound into you, purposefully making your back hit the wall with each thrust.

“Wrap your legs around me and stay there,” he said after pausing to adjust your position.

You did exactly as he said and he took your hands away from his neck, pinning them above your head again. With your legs secured around his waist and his other hand digging into the flesh of your hips, he found a way to thrust into you even harder. You whimpered and bit your bottom lip, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Don’t hold back,” he demanded in between thrusts. “Sing for me.”

Jay moved his hand and grabbed your thigh, keeping you steady as he pulled out completely. Your eyes fluttered open, wondering why your hole was clenching around nothing, and when Jay slid back into you with a force, you gasped and moaned so loud, throwing your head back and hitting it against the wall.

“That’s it,” he smirked, kissing your jawline. “That’s how loud I want you to be.”

Knowing that his moves were driving you mad, Jay let you rest your hands on his shoulder. Your fingers got tangled in his hair in an instant, and you had no reason to hold back the sinful moans and whimpers that your boyfriend was causing.

“Pull my hair, baby,” Jay muttered. He then latched his mouth on your boob as you did so, groaning against your flesh. Curses left your lips as you felt him suck hard, letting go of your nipple with a soft smacking sound and leaving trails of saliva around your chest.

Jay noticed that your grip was weakening, and you started frantically moving your hands around his neck and shoulders before finally resting on his biceps for support. He knew you were close so he continued to fuck you until your moans reached a familiar, higher pitch. You creamed on his cock without a warning and he smiled at you, kissing your cheek and whispering praises in your ear.

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled. His thrusts were getting sloppier and you were aware he was getting tired. You unhooked your feet around him and let him place you on the ground again, pulling out of you. “Take my cum, will you?”

Having regained enough strength, you immediately kneeled in front of him, taking his cock in your mouth as he guided it to you. With just a couple of strokes and a good suck, he groaned as he came in your throat. You felt the warmth coat your insides as you swallowed it all, not missing even one drip from his cock. You licked him clean and let him go with a pop before pulling away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Jay was catching his breath when he looked down at you, still kneeling in front of him as if you were waiting for the next instruction. He chuckled breathlessly as he moved to grab you by the hands, making you stand up and face him. You look into his eyes with the most lustful and adoring gaze, and without saying anything else he kissed your lips, pulling you into a warm embrace.

---

You were huddled in a small meeting room with three of your executives, discussing a new project that you came up with. The meeting went on for a couple of hours, and if it weren’t for a knock on the door you would have went on.

“Boss,” Jay greeted you in a low voice.

“Do I have somewhere else I have to be?” You asked, checking the time on the watch. “Shit. Okay, we’ll continue this meeting later. Thanks, guys.”

The sound of feet shuffling filled the room until it was just silence. Jay watched as the people left while you tidied up your belongings before standing up.

“So is it on?” Jay asked, pulling your chair back for you. “The L/N Tech Awards.”

You took a deep breath before exhaling, craning your neck from the prolonged period of sitting. “It’s gonna be tough.”

“Why? Because the people in power think education is not important?” Jay noticed the projector was still plugged in and walked over to turn it off.

When you first proposed the idea of financially supporting your staff who wanted to pursue higher education, Jay was quick to agree with you. He even came up with a proposal, and went on to consult your CFO if the idea was possible. It was a noble gesture, but as it turned out, it was definitely not an easy task to execute.

“We’ll talk later,” you replied, checking your phone for notifications. “What’s my next schedule?”

“Your usual pampering session at the Dandelions,” Jay said as he scanned the iPad in his hands with his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

Jay shrugged. “It’s Friday. It’s the middle of the month. It’s your routine.”

You really thought you had an important meeting you had to attend when Jay came inside the room, but you were grateful that he stopped the session when he needed to, meaning that he was putting yourself first.

“Thank you,” you said to him, walking to the door. “I’ll see you at home?”

Jay nodded and smiled at you, and you decided to walk up to him and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before leaving. The way he smiled so wide it caused creases in his eyes made you laugh.

---

Having your two best friends in town for the weekend was a once in a blue moon thing, and to make sure that you make the most of your time with them, Jay excused himself to go on an overnight trip with his parents to visit his relatives in another city. You picked up Isa and Yoon at their hotel, and the younger Mr. Lee was the one on duty tonight.

“Miss,” Heeseung nodded at Isa, who volunteered to ride shotgun so not to crowd the backseat.

“Before you try anything funny,” you said, tapping Heeseung on the shoulder. He looked at you through the rear view mirror. “She has a boyfriend.”

Heeseung chuckled and saluted you through the mirror. The ride to Taehyung’s jazz club felt so short since the three of you were talking nonstop. Heeseung even took the liberty to turn down the volume of the radio so you all could hear each other better. The second you reached the club, Isa and Yoon practically jumped out of the car, leaving you fumbling for your purse.

“We’re taking the girls back to their hotel after this,” you announced, leaning forward. “I’ll call you when we’re done? It’ll probably just be a couple hours.”

“Sure.” Heeseung smiled. “Do you mind if I just take your car for a spin?”

“Yeah, do that.” You finally opened the door and got out of the car. You then leaned to the driver’s window. “Don’t do it if you’re sleepy, though.”

Heeseung saluted you again and you swatted his hand off his face. He laughed out loud before rolling up the window and you turned to find your two friends waiting impatiently by the entrance. You walked towards them and they immediately took you by your arms on both your sides as you all entered the jazz club.

You were greeted with live music playing softly, and you could hear the chatter from the people who were sitting at different tables. Isa and Yoon immediately made their way to the bar as you scanned the room, hoping to see your friend, and your mouth curved into a smile when you saw Taehyung waving at you from the table closest to the stage.

Seeing that your friends were content with the drinks they ordered, you walked to meet Taehyung halfway and greeted him with a short hug.

“So nice to see you again, Noona,” he said, not waiting until he let go of your embrace.

You rubbed your hands along his shoulders like you were a mom seeing her son after a long time. “Glad to see you’re doing fine. I brought my friends here with me.”

Turning around and pointing to your friends with your chin, you watched as Isa and Yoon raised their glass to Taehyung, to which Taehyung charmingly replied with a gentle wave and a firm nod.

“Are you with anyone?” You asked as you glanced over at his table, noticing there were about five guys huddled around it.

“Yeah, I should probably tell you,” Taehyung cleared his throat. He then looked around like he was searching for someone.

“If it isn’t Miss L/N…”

Before turning to face the person behind you, you looked at Taehyung with widened eyes. He, in response, sucked the air between his teeth and gave you an apologetic smile. You spun around and of course your ex, who was also one of Taehyung’s closest friends, was the one standing in front of you.

“Mr. Kim.” You forced the politest smile on your face. You almost forgot how tall he was, having not seen him in years. Calling each other by your last names was a thing that didn’t seem to wear off with time.

He leaned in to greet you, and at first you thought he was just going to hug you like Taehyung did, but he kissed your cheek ever so lightly and you had to fight yourself from flinching. You could feel, and hear, Taehyung slowly backing away from the two of you.

“I’d ask how you are, but I know you hate that question,” Namjoon chuckled after finishing his sentence. He then briefly eyed your outfit before smiling. “You look good.”

You wonder why your appearance was always the first thing your exes would comment on whenever they bump into you. But then again, you realized it was the safest topic for small talk. You quickly assessed Namjoon’s outfit before returning the compliment. He was wearing all black, a turtleneck paired with dress pants, and a belt with gold details that matched his watch. You didn’t get a chance to eye his shoes, though.

“You too,” you replied, keeping things brief. You looked over at your friends in a desperate need to find an excuse to leave, but they were too preoccupied with their phones and talking to each other that they did not even notice you were face-to-face with the ex that you, arguably, couldn’t stand the most.

“I assume everything’s going well? With the company, I mean,” Namjoon spoke in a certain calmness that was somehow bothering you.

“Yes, as you can see I am still alive and not stressed,” you said, gesturing to your face. You were so proud of the makeup and hairdo that you just did and in your mind you were cursing yourself because Namjoon was the one who gets to see it, and not Jay. “I guess the gang is still going strong.”

You questioned your own choice of words as you looked at the table of six people, with Taehyung rejoining the group. Namjoon smiled fondly at his friends before looking back at you.

“Some of us have been busy here and there but we get together once in a while. Luckily Tae opened this club so we have a proper basecamp now.”

You chuckled at the comment and took a moment to listen to the live music. It created the sweetest and warmest atmosphere and you slightly feel guilty for enjoying yourself without Jay around.

“Did you come alone?”

“No.”

You were almost stunned by how fast you responded to Namjoon’s question. He blinked for a second, obviously taken aback, but then he followed your gesture and saw the two friends you were pointing at. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, looking relieved.

“Well, I don’t want to intrude on your quality time,” he said, putting a hand on his chest and smoothing his outfit down. “I’ll see you around.”

You merely smiled as you let him walk back towards his table. You quickly regained yourself and safely found your place between your two friends.

“Was that just…” Isa squinted her eyes, focusing her gaze on Taehyung’s table.

“Were you talking to Namjoon?” Yoon asked, lowering her voice.

“Stop staring!” You half-whispered, half-screamed. The two of them quickly shot their heads back to face you. They couldn’t make out the expression you were making. Heck, you couldn’t even identify the emotion you were feeling.

“He looks good,” Isa said, still staring from the corner of her eyes. Yoon smacked her arm and she winced. “What? I’m just saying.”

“He does seem to be oozing a lot more confidence than usual, huh?” You toyed with Yoon’s glass, making her order a new drink for you. “Do you think he’s already dating someone new?”

“Why would you care?” Yoon asked you back. “Did you tell him about Jay?”

Your hands froze as you were unable to answer Yoon right away. Jay was constantly there on the back of your mind, yet you never got the chance to mention his name. Great, you thought. You once gave Jay a whole lecture about how men never mentioned having a girlfriend until they were asked, and now you were one of those men.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Your voice sounded unsure. For the first time in forever, you wavered.

“Pray and hope you don’t talk to him ever again,” Isa stated, shrugging as she chugged down her drink. “This is a great song.”

Isa was referring to the live music that had shifted into something more upbeat. People started gathering at the dance floor, gently swaying to the sound of the instruments playing.

“Let’s go do what we’re here for,” Yoon said, reaching out a hand to both you and Isa. “Have fun.”

Isa took Yoon’s hand but you didn’t. They both looked at you questionably before you shook your head.

“You girls go.” You smiled at them reassuringly. “I’m just gonna text Jay for a bit.”

Isa pouted at you and Yoon mouthed okay before dragging Isa to the gathering crowd. You swiftly took your phone out of your handbag and unlocked your phone. In the middle of texting, you felt a figure approaching you. You thought it was Yoon who came back to grab her half empty drink, but as you turned to face the person, you lost your balance and almost fell from the stool.

“Shit,” Namjoon grabbed your elbow, supporting it with his own arm. “Please be careful.”

Not again.

You wanted to be the one who started the conversation and steer the topic to the right direction, but Namjoon was just too eager to say whatever was on his mind, so all you could do was listen.

“Listen,” Namjoon cleared his throat. “I know you probably don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore, and that this conversation might seem like a nightmare to you, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry. For making it seem like you were the bitch in our story, when in fact it was me.”

You frowned as you looked at Namjoon. He was avoiding eye contact. He chuckled as he brushed his thumb over his lips nervously, looking away and just staring into the distance.

“I know it seems like a long shot, but I would just love to stay friends with you.” Namjoon fixed his posture before finally regaining the courage to look you in the eyes. “Even better, if you’d give me a second chance.”

You let out a single chuckle, not believing what you were hearing. To be brutally honest, and hoping no one would ever know, when you saw him minutes ago as he popped up behind you, you felt like you were looking at someone else. It was Namjoon, still, but there was this sense of… you did not even know how to put it into words. You were just certain that it was bothering you, and it made you feel guilty. Was he becoming attractive again in your eyes?

“Oh, Joon,” you finally responded, shaking your head. “I have a boyfriend.”

Namjoon stared at you for so long that you were getting concerned because he wasn’t blinking. “You do?” His voice almost came out like a squeak.

You laughed and picked up your phone, showing your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Jay in Mykonos, standing in front of the café that gave you a free drink. In the picture, you had your arms wrapped tightly around Jay’s waist as his arm was resting around your shoulder, his face leaning in to give you a kiss on your temple. It was a full shot of the two of you because it was the owner of the café who took it.

“Well that was fucking embarrassing.” Namjoon sat on the bar stool beside you, facing the bar and burying his face in both his hands. You felt bad but you still laughed at him, patting his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“How could you?” You shrugged, turning to face the bar too so he wouldn’t feel to exposed if you faced him.

“You never post about him on Instagram.”

“You check my Instagram? I thought I blocked you everywhere?”

Namjoon fell silent for a while and you chuckled again. He then groaned and you found it best to just keep your laughter silent.

“I only follow a few people on Instagram on my private account. You know that,” Namjoon said, finally defending himself. You nodded at his statement.

“Well, I don’t post about him because…” Your voice trailed off. You had to think of the real reason why you had not been posting about Jay on any of your socials. Was it because you wanted to gatekeep him? Was it because you wanted people to think you were still single? Were you a bitch either way for doing so?

“I get it,” Namjoon cut you off. “Some people don’t like seeing other people happy, and I get it if you want to just gatekeep your happiness. I just wish you would have stopped me when I was in the middle of my speech.”

You laughed silently again, gently punching him on the shoulder. He laughed with you, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.

“So who’s the lucky guy?” Namjoon asked. This time he was brave enough to look at you.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at your phone. “His name is Jay and he makes me very, very happy.”

The way your face beamed just by thinking of him was very apparent to Namjoon that you were indeed feeling the most content. His hand lay flat on the bar as he thought hard of the next words he was supposed to say.

“Well, if you’re happy then I’m happy for you too,” he declared, still looking at you. “Truly.”

You finally looked back at him and caught the way his stare was so sincere.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling back at him.

You turned to face the dancefloor and spotted Isa and Yoon just swaying side to side, enjoying the music and taking photos of each other. You smiled as you take your phone and aim it at them, capturing the moment for them to look at later on. As much as you wanted to join in the fun, your heart suddenly ached for Jay, wishing that he was the one keeping you company and sitting beside you.

-END-

© forjongseong 2022, all rights reserved

another author’s note: another cameo surprise, this time by yours truly, leader of the world Mr. Kim Namjoon (lol) he is, in fact, the famous ex mentioned back in part 2. will he appear in more parts? only time will tell.

read the next chapter: falling autumn

#writtenbynana #fic: aeropuerto #enhypen #jay #enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen jay smut #jay smut #enhypen hard hours #jay hard hours #park jay #jay park #jongseong #park jongseong #jongseong park #nana secretary!jay agenda #Spotify

[wikluk]

can’t keep down | fanfic

Summary: Alma raised her hand, silencing her. Casita moved the shutters, then a squeak followed. The matriarch pursed her lips. “Mirabel’s not home,” she announced.

or

The aftermath of Casita’s fall isn’t the first time Mirabel runs away after someone says something hurtful to her. 

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #la familia madrigal #the madrigals #julieta and mirabel #mirabel and camilo #hurt/comfort #fluff #pre canon #kids being kids #sad smol bean mirabel #good mama julieta

[sublieu]

Sweetheart

Character: Camilo + Reader

Story Type: Nsfw Alphabet

Warnings: Cross dressing, exhibitionism, pegging, bondage play, praise kink, brat taming, humiliation, pain kink, teasing, edging [in the kinks section]

A.N: Camilo will be 18 in this alphabet. If you don't like it don't read it. I am not gonna deal with your shit. 😐

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

💌- Clingy and desperate

💌- loves words of affirmation and touch; Turns into puddy if you coddle him in hugs and kisses whilst praising him. He's a very sleepy boy during this as well so, I hope you like soft snoring.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

💌- Face, hips, thighs, and hands

💌 Face: Wants to hold your face while he's wrecking your organs; loves have slow makeout sessions, extra points if you're wearing lipstick during it.

💌 Hips: Grabby hands at your waist, he doesn't care if you have hip dips or rolls he wants to hold them and he's not taking no for an answer

💌Thighs: Squeeze his face in between your thighs please. He needs this much more than you do; suffocate him while he's eating you out, let him sleep on your thighs while you play with his hair and he's already buying your wedding ring.

💌Hands: His hands are holding yours during every session. No ifs or buts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

💌- He eats it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

💌- Wants to crossdress but is scared that someone might come in on you both when it happens. But you already know seeing as he always has this cute little reaction to seeing a maid's outfit

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

💌-His father taught him the basics on sex, but he discovered the rest from you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

💌- Delicacy

💌- Full Nelson

💌- Cowgirl

💌 - Snack

💌- Deck Chair

💌- Mexican Style (yes this is an actual position)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

💌- A little bit of a goof (like his dad-) but overall is just chill. A little serious but chill overall.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

💌- I don't see him as the type of person to have hair down there, so he's shaved.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

💌- Soft and Romantic; Cracks lil jokes here and there but is willing to spoil you during sex. He's basically a giver than a taker.

💌 - Rough yet romantic; If he's having a really bad day then expect him to take it out on you, during sex of course as he would never dream of hurting you. (his mama raised him well :D)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

💌- He's definitely fapping to a picture of you. If not he's probably gonna think about your body.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

💌- Cross dressing, exhibitionism, pegging, bondage play, praise kink, brat taming, humiliation, pain kink, teasing, edging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

💌- Bedrooms; He loves being alone in a comfortable space with you whilst you both make love, least likely chances of getting caught there

💌- Semi-open spaces; You both got caught by Mirabel in the café once. In a bathroom, she did snitch to Isabella and since then you both could never live it down.

💌- Forest; Once you and Camilo spent a full week there up in the mountains, of course the rest of the family checked in on you every once in a while but left you alone for a good majority of it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

💌- If he catches you in a tight (or small) attire. Extra points if you're wearing a swimsuit

💌- When you get clingy and whiney towards him; Always begging him and wanting his physical touch will get him going

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

💌- muck [look up what it means in your own time]

💌- orinar

💌- Petplay

💌- Ageplay

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

💌-Giver [f]- more than a receiver; he gets off to the fact that he's the one giving you pleasure with his tongue and fingers

💌- Giver [m]- He likes giving direct eye contact as he's sucking your cock. Get's extremely submissive and teasing when this happens

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

💌- Sensual and Rough- Loves being manhandled during sex; biting, clawing and nipping are the main things to get him into a climax fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

💌- Hates them but likes them to some degree; If he has somewhere going he won't mind a little quickie session before he leaves. But at the same time he hates it cause he wants to take care of you after but can't cause he has somewhere to go

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

💌- Satan's little daredevil but he's your boyfriend; Will fuck you anywhere if given the chance. In Casita's walls, the forests, public spaces. Just anywhere and he gets very creative with it too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

💌- The longest he can last is 6-7 rounds before he's knocked out cold. the fastest is 5. Before you attack here's my reasoning. He has a very limited to normal libido and I genuinely don't think he'd be able to go for an extra after the seventh round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

💌- After getting in trouble with Abuela after she found your vibrator in his room (like how tf are you so nosy?) you were banned from ever leaving your toys at his house. But that still didn't meant you couldn't use them there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

💌- [f]A whole, fucking lot; Slaps his dick on your folds as he gropes your breasts, kisses your neck but refuses to do anything at all. Sometimes you'd have to cry and beg him to stop teasing.

💌- [m] He knows you will test him if he teases you for too long so he proceeds with caution towards you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

💌- Normal to low volume; He's too busy wanting to hear you moan to care about his voice. But if you really edge and tease him he will slip up and make one of the most attractive moans you'll ever hear. Even better than those porn stars you both watch.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

💌- He's into voyeurism and filming. Opting to watch you fuck yourself than fucking you himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

💌- Sorry ladies but he's not gonna carry a big dick. At normal he's 5 inches, but when horny he stretches to 9 inches and 5 inches for girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

💌- Not as high but not as low either, just in between. His libido is very normal as he isn't a horny train wreck like his tio [yes, you know which one].

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

💌- Depending on how long he's been fucking you. If it's been 4-5 rounds in he's gonna fall asleep in around 10-20 minutes.

©𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐯_ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

#🦎smut #camilo headcanons #encanto camilo #camilo x female reader #camilo madrigal #camilo smut #encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto smut #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo x you #encanto x y/n #encanto x reader

[evostar]

Some ideas I had for La Madre Silenciosa

Dolores heard everything from gossip, to cheaters, and abusers. 

She’s always heard abusers whether they were an abusive sibling, spouse, or parent.

 Dolores would cry herself to sleep knowing there were so many people in Encanto who needed help but Alma nor any adult would listen. Mirabel was the last straw, she heard Mirabel crying alone in her room one night a few weeks after her ceremony. She was crying every night, but Dolores didn’t know what to do.

After some long consideration, Dolores took it upon herself to start caring for Mirabel. Pepa was sometimes too tired to play with Camilo so Dolores would take it upon herself to care for him too. Felix had a little more energy so he could watch him from time to time. But it still wasn't often.

So, Dolores started caring for her two kids at precisely 12 years old. It wasn’t hard, Tía Julieta and Tio Agustín were too busy/tired and same for her parents. Alma did take notice and would be a little confused by how much Mirabel spent time with Dolores but never said anything.

When out in public Mirabel would stick close to Camilo, “She’s helping me with my show/ she’s helping me make people laugh” he would say if anyone even TRIED to open their mouth.  

Also, if anyone tries to verbally or physically hurt Mirabel, he has to help her in some way. Dolores told him that he is Mirabel’s older primano and that he has to look after her if she isn’t around. Yeah, he would get in trouble, but he didn’t care, as long as Mira was ok, he was happy.

By the time Antonio came along she was seventeen, and of course, she took him in.

Now when it comes to hiding abused people/kids I'm not sure how it would work. I think at first, Dolores asked Casita to make her room a little bigger and took people in over time.

The ages of people she takes care of range from 5-20+. These are just some ideas, you can tweak them of course.

I’m so happy to have this au! It seems so interesting and adorable🥹 (well half-)

I was thinking that Dolores kinda grew up to be a takecarer of the Encanto children who most likely either get treated bad by their parents or guardian. She’s either a big sister or a mother to a lot of the children, most of the children she has basically grew up with her and they eventually started to call her mother or big sister, most of the older children often help her take care of the others as if like a family, including camilo, Mirabel and Antonio! Camilo and mirabel kind of became a Tia or Tio too in the process.

And if there were any abuse to poeple who are way older then her, she made sure to report them to the police. She did try to do the same with the children but often got rejected because they thought she was just lying or ruining peoples lives so she stopped trying with the children.

The other family members had some suspicions about some stuff but rather brush it off. Isabela and Luisa are always watching though.

I also like to think that when Dolores was 18 she got together with Mariano! Who has also become a big part of the little (rather big) family! He’s like a father figure to most of them, many call him “papa” or “big brother” too! But their favorite word to call him is “gentle giant” all of them knew though that everyone’s favorite was Dolores.

Now I think that casita would have made an extra apartment like room for the little family, it’s somewhere in Dolores room (where it’s most likely hidden) and that casita often helps them take care of the family, such as providing food, making sure they are all comfortable or not left out, and definitely that none of the little ones escape into the house. They love to call casita “Tia casita” or “Tita” for short. There is door in the backyard that also leads into the room so it’s often easier to acces too! (Which ofc, is also hidden!)

Dolores loves to take care of these people, and if she ever felt ill or bad, they always made sure to check on her too :D!

(Little art 🩵👌)

(These two are siblings who’s parents got arrested for drug addiction and abuse, mostly the drug addiction but they are newly members to the family who adapted it quiet quickly)

#encanto #my art #la madre silenciosa au #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #madrigal family #encanto au #mariano guzman #Encanto village #yea i used bases bc that’s hard af 😭 #I used half of the base tho 😃 #ask me anything #dolores my beloved🩵 and the others too ofc 💕 #abuse is not good 😡

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just rewatched encanto and its still incredible i still cried but OH MY DAYS THE FLASHBACKS FROM MY CAMILO PHASE I WAS THERE IN THE TRENCHES HE WAS MY JACK FROST HE HAD 4 MINUTES AND 52 SECONDS OF SCREEN TIME I KNOW THAT BECAUSE I WATCHED THOSE 4 MINUTES AND 52 SECONDS RELIGIOUSLY ALL MY FRIENDS WERE SO OBSESSED WITH HIM ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

I WAS TRYING TO ENKOY THE MOVIE BUT EVERY TIME HE WAS ON SCREEN I WAS HAVING A CRISIS BECAUSE I REMEMBER THE ANNOTATIONS THAT EVERYONE HAD FOR EVEY SECOND LIKE HES SO SILLY GOOFY HE JUDT WANTED MORE FOOD 🤪 HE WAS DONE SO DIRTY IN THE INTRO SONG HE DESERVED MORE LINES HE DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME IN GENERAL😭😭 MY POOR BABY BOY OH NO HES HURT 🥺🥺 YOU CAN SEE HOW HE WAS RUNNING TO PROTECT MIRABEL DID YOU KNOW THAT IN THE ORIGINAL SCRIPT THEY WANTED CAMILO WHEN HE LOSES HIS POWERS TO BE COMPLETELY UNRECOGNISABLE BECAUSE HE DIDNT KNOW WHO HE WAS ANYMORE AFTER THE SHAPESHIFTING���😥 AWW HIS LITTLE FACE HES TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS WORLD🥰 HE HAD THE BEST PARTS IN WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNO DID YOU KNOW HIS VA RHENZY FELIZ WAS SO SCARED THAT THEYD HIRE A NEW VOICE ACTOR BECAUSE HE HATED HOW HIS VOICE SOUNDED!!! LOOK HOW GENTLE HE IS WITH MIRABEL WHAT A GENTLEMAN!!! LOOK HOW HE IMITATES HIS DAD!!! LOOK HOW I COMFORTS HIS MUM!!! LOOK HOW HE PLAYS WITH HIS BROTHER!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK . AT . HIM .

#I am having a moment here okay is this what its like to cringe at your past self #Like i still stand by the fact hes cute but OH MY DAYS I WAS SO OBSESSED #encanto #camilo madrigal #Encanto in the year of our lord 2024 no way #Its still my favourite disney musical though #Helped me realise my family was a bit dysfunctional #Not as much as the madrigals but yeah its definitely there #Haha fun time #robyn rambles