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camiloschoice · 2 years

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THE AMANTES CORTAS FIC WAS SO CUTE !! CAN U DO ONE WHERE CAMI IS COMFORTING THE READER ??? <33

♡ - awww😭😭 tysm!! - ♡

summary - reader is feeling down, and camilo is there to comfort her.

• (i don’t think i made pronouns known in this besides camilos, which are he/him so imagine freely <33) •

mi corazon

**gif is not mine!!

“y/n?”

shoot. it was camilo. you did not want him to see you like this.. all sad and gross-

“mi amor? are you okay, i hear.. sniffing?”

you barely have time to make yourself look presentable or respond because next thing you know you hear the door knob turning.

“what’s wrong mi vida?” camilo says, in the softest voice – almost making you want to cry all over again.

“nothing cami, it’s fine, don’t worry about it”

“y/n, there’s clearly something wrong, and of course you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too – but i think it’d help..”

you sigh and rush into his arms, almost knocking him over from surprise

he quickly regains posture though – and wraps his arms around you and starts stroking you hair.

you start crying again after that

and then the room is soon filled with

“shh, shh, it’s okay mi amor, everything’s okay now,”

and

“let it all out mi vida”

after a while you start to feel tired from all the crying, he can feel you starting to slump into him tiredly.

“you tired?”

which you just nod at.

he then grabs your hand and leads you to the bed to cuddle you

you lay your head on his chest, his arms around you

“thank you cami” you say, while yawning

“it was no problem mi amor, i’ll always be here for you”

he then starts to softly rub your shoulder to which you drift off slowly to, but not before hearing:

“i love you, mi corazon”

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translations:

mi amor: my love

mi vida: my life

mi corazon: my heart

——————————————————————— a/n :: forgive me for not posting on here i know it’s been like forever😭😭 also im so sorry if this sounds repetitive or if there’s spelling mistakes because it’s 4:00AM, and i do not feel like proof reading this :// also feel free to request anything! (i’m also open to do any other disney shows/movies besides encanto) - ♡

#camilo madrigal x reader #encanto camilo #camilo fanfic #camilo x reader #disney encanto #encanto #encanto fic #cuddling #encanto x reader #encanto fluff #encanto disney

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starofficx · 6 months

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𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶 ★ ¬

Hey! I'm Star. I write stories for a living. Mostly only about these fandoms: DSMP (What I will do; Smut, Lemon, Fluff, Angst - If you request a minor for smut or lemon I will simply ignore you. That is the same for every other one of the fandoms I will be writing.) 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚; Quackity (no smut) Wilbur (no smut) Dream Sam Ranboo (I know he's 18 now but writing smut for him still makes me uncomfortable) Tubbo (Same with him) Tommy (Same with him) Schlatt Slime (And whoever you may request or who I decide I want to do) ENCANTO (What I will do; Fluff, Angst, Maybe Smut) 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚; Antonio (FLUFF ONLY) Camilo (No smut!) Bruno Mirabel (no smut) Isabella (Maybe others.)

MDNI

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Bruno wanting cuddles and smooches and stuff but being too shy to ask for them?

I love soft Bruno asks. He deserves all the love.

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, hand kisses, gentle kisses, napping, touch-starved Bruno Madrigal,

A/N: I love cuddles but sometimes I'm too shy to ask for them too.

You'd notice that something was up with him when you would briefly catch him looking at you before he would look away

He'd shyly take your hand in yours while you're walking through the street, with a small smile on his face

When you'd be alone however he would sudden get a whole lot more shy, always looking a little insecure when he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug

If you wrap your arms around him in a hug while hugging he'd freeze up for a moment before letting the warmth of the hug wash over him

You can sense that he wants to ask something but he just can't seem to get the words out

His eyes would widen when ever you'd kiss him

Sometimes he'd let his hand hover over your back for a moment before he lays it on your back and pulls you close, gulping hard as you melt into his touch

When he wants a kiss it would take a lot for him to get to your mouth

Usually he starts by kissing your hand, his eyes locked on yours as he watches for any signs of discomfort or rejection

Finding none he's kiss his way up your arm, then your cheek until his lips are inches away from yours

He'd look at your lips for a few seconds, waiting for you to nod before he presses a gentle kiss onto your lips

After he pulls away you smile brightly at him telling him that you're happy that he finally found a, pretty sweet and romantic way, to ask you for kisses

#bruno madrigal #encanto x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #encanto bruno #encanto fluff #encanto headcanons #encanto imagines #bruno headcanons #bruno madrigal headcanons #bruno madrigal imagine

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capypub · 2 years

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hi! could you do prompt 10 “call me selfish” with bruno :) could be with smut up to you !!

#10 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

Bruno Madrigal was not a materialistic man. He needed very few things to be content and comfortable in his space. Perhaps it was from years of living in a confined hole in the wall or perhaps it was the deeply-ingrained mindset of putting everyone’s needs before his own for the sake of the Encanto, because he was gifted, because he was a Madrigal.

The few valuable possessions he did have, he cherished for one reason or another. Everyone knew this about the prophet, especially when it came to his beloved wife. She was his most prized possession in a way, a testimony to the saying that “good things come to those who wait,” in the form of his happiness when he’s with her. Bruno was not one to consider his wife as an object which literally belonged to him, but rather a source of strength that balances parts of him in a way that he hopes he helps balance parts of her. For example, no one knew that under the mild-mannered, unassuming, socially awkward exterior of Bruno thrummed a passion and intensity that others would find shocking. Bruno was shocked when it first came forward shortly after meeting his wife. Her presence alone brought out a fierce desire to protect and care for as well as a fiery passion that required frequent affection given and received.

“Bruno, stop it,” she laughs, pushing his hands off her waist.

He snickers, ignoring her weak attempts at keeping his hands off of her. Gripping her hips, he lightly pulled her back until she leaned into his chest. Ducking his head, his mouth lingered along her neck, ghosting kisses along her skin. His second-day stubble scratched against her skin in a way that he knew excited her.

“Bruno,” she attempts to warn again, but this time it comes out almost like a sigh as she leans more into him.

“Mi conejita, so pretty, so sweet,” he murmured into the crook of her shoulder, his hands sliding forward across her abdomen until his arms locked around her torso, keeping her firmly pressed into him, groaning as he nuzzled the side of her head.

“Bruno, really,” she giggles, recognizing his tone, “we’re about to leave, mi amor,” she adds softly, laying her hand over his.

“I can’t help it, you’re addicting, I always want you,” he practically whines into her ear, his hands inching up towards her chest.

“Later, amor, you’re mother will have both our heads if we’re late,” she insists, turning in his arms to face him, “plus I’m not going to be the one to explain to Mirabel why her uncle was late either,” she adds, leaning up to peck his lips.

She steps back as he huffs with a pout and an eye roll, unable to admit he would never forgive himself for missing a part of his favorite niece’s sixteenth birthday. They’d been working together for weeks to prepare him for the amount of people about to be drinking and dancing around him. Since his “return” he’s gotten better about socializing and interacting with people but crowds were still a challenge, especially rowdy ones.

With another huff, he followed his wife downstairs. Most of the family has already gathered, greeting the early arrivals. Mirabel would be coming down any minute. Bruno went to make sure the camera was set up for the inevitable picture his mother would want of the family.

“Something to calm your nerves?” she offered, coming up to him after collecting two glasses of wine.

“I don’t think drinking is going to help my nerves, amor,” he scoffs lightheartedly, but still accepts the glass.

They mingle, well she mostly mingles and Bruno does his best to at least attempt to provide input to the various conversations they engaged in before the actual party began. Some groups he was more comfortable in than others and it showed by how much he spoke.

As the evening progressed, the entire house, literally, was in awe of Mirabel, who looked stunning in her handmade dress, her hair done up with flowers complimentary of her sister and the lightest touch of make-up on her eyes and lips. Bruno felt a pang in his chest, remembering the little child who would toddle after him around the house while he tried to keep up with her sisters’ endless energy. Now a beautiful young woman stood before him, a bright and ambitious woman who would continue to do amazing things.

“Dance with me?” his esposa asked softly later into the evening, when most of the food had been eaten and the band had gathered a crowd of dancers.

“You tempt me too easily, conejita,” he chuckles, but leads her towards the dancing mass of people.

They stay towards the back edge of the crowd, moving fluidly together. Bruno was not as theatrical as his sister or as poised as his other sister, but he carried himself well. He held her close, keeping his head low to whisper his desires against the shell of her ear, sporadically nipping at her earlobe or kissing her neck. Having the creativity of an artist meant Bruno spun pros of passion so easily when directed towards his lover. She still swoons and blushes when he weaves naughty desires with intense declarations of love.

“I need you under me, amor, writhing in pleasure while I worship your body,” he growls, feeling how she tenses in his arms, shuddering afterwards.

“Bruno, stop it,” she now whines at him, her tinted a faint pink, only growing more intense as he continued to whisper into her ear while the party carried on, oblivious to the storm of sexual tension building between the quiet couple.

“Perdóneme,” a voice interrupted them, cutting Bruno off mid-sentence.

They stopped swaying, turning to see a man, perhaps in his early thirties, standing in front of them. He offers his hand to his wife, nodding to Bruno briefly. She hesitates, obviously confused by this man.

“May I steal the lady for a dance, señor Madrigal?” he asks, his warm smile showing off a row of sparkling teeth.

“Oh,” she chirps, obviously surprised as she smiles politely, but remains still.

“My wife,” Bruno emphasizes, moving his body so that she stood partially behind him, blocking half of her body from the man’s view, “is actually not feeling very well, I was just about to take her upstairs to rest,” he says, his tone cool and collected, but she knew him well enough to notice the tension in his shoulders and the slight grit in his jaw.

“Ah, of course, my apologies,” the man nods, deflating at the refusal, “I wish you a fast recovery, señora,” he adds respectfully before walking away from them.

He feels her looking at him before he sees it, already prepared for the slight scowl and questioning arched brow. Pulling him aside, they found a quiet hallway free of other guests where they could talk. She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. He felt a small bit of relief knowing she wasn’t mad at him.

“What was that about?” she finally asks after waiting for him to explain himself.

He shrugs begrudgingly, dropping his gaze to the floor. “I just didn’t like the look of him,” he muttered, his hands slipping into his pockets as he slouched a bit into himself.

“Bruno, he was nothing but respectful, what actually bothered you?” she asks with a chuckle, tugging him by his shirt sleeve closer.

They were both silent as she took a step back, pressing her shoulder blades into the wall and pulling him forward until his chest brushed the lace accents on her dress. She stared at him with wide eyes, a mischievous and almost cocky smirk contrasting the innocent gaze. Lifting his arms, he planted both palms flat on the wall on either side of her head, enclosing her space further.

“You’ve never gotten jealous before,” she commented, toying with the top button on his shirt, undoing it and the one right below until a small patch of his dark chest hair poked past the fabric.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you,” he growled, his gaze sharp and glowing faintly as he leaned in and traced a line with his tongue from her pulse to her earlobe, chuckling darkly when she exhales a shuttered breathe.

“Bruno, don’t say such things, I can’t control myself when you talk like that,” she cooed before biting her lip seductively, batting her lashes and pushing her chest up and into his to emphasize her breasts.

“Mi dulce conejita,” he sighs, brushing his nose along her temple, closing his eyes and dragging his hands down from her shoulders to her waist, nimbly gathering the fabric at her hip and slipping his hand underneath, caressing the soft, warm skin of her thigh.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” she teases, but continues to lean into his teasing caress.

“Maybe you’re worth it,” he replied against her neck, biting more frequently now.

“Ah,” she gasps when the hand that had been squeezing and rubbing her thigh slipped past the hem of her underwear, his long and nimble fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this,” he chuckled darkly, feeling her practically dripping, “does the risk turn you on, conejita, hm? The chance of getting caught so exposed with your husband’s hand under your skirt getting you excited? Que traviesa,” he smirked, adding more pressure to her clit as she whined into his shoulder.

“Bruno, please,” she chokes out, her nails digging into his forearm as she grinds into his palm.

“What is it, mi vida? Do you want to cum like this, on my hand? Let everyone in this house know you’re only mine to touch?” he thought aloud, doubling his efforts as her breath became more ragged.

“I need…inside, ah, Bruno, please, please,” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she lightly ruts against his hand.

“You want my fingers inside?” he asks, already knowing the answer, just wanting to see her get more worked up for him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she’s practically sobbing as the intensity of her release grew and grew, “I need you, please Bruno, mi amor,” she whines.

“Such a good girl, asking so sweetly,” he said with a smirk, slipping his middle finger into her pulsing heat.

“Oh, f-fuck…yes, yes, yes,” she begins to pant, her movements becoming more frantic as he slips in his index finger and begins stroking her walls, brushing that spot deep inside her that would bring her release.

“Let go, amor, mierda, I could finish just by watching you come undone like this,” he groaned, rutting his crotch against her thigh as she trembled against him, eyes shut tight as her mouth opened partially in a silent gasp.

Bruno kissed her passionately when he recognized the telltale signs of her approaching end. She cried out against his mouth, her whole body jerking and shuddering as she came around his fingers, her legs wobbling slightly until he used his free hand to help support her.

“Such a good girl,” he praises her, slowly removing his fingers from her heat, admiring the shiny slick coating his hand.

“Only for you,” she purrs, bringing his hand to her mouth and sucking his fingers clean, slowly and seductively, her eyes never leaving his as she cleans his fingers thoroughly.

“I married quite the temptress,” he groaned, pressing his aching length into her leg.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t miss us if we got some air for a bit,” she suggested, toying with his belt buckle.

“Definitely not,” he eagerly agreed, grabbing her hand and quickly leading her upstairs before anyone could notice.

Thankfully the band drowned out most of the noise in the house, the lull of the partygoers drowning out the passionate noises of a couple lost in the throes of desire, frantic and primal, their few minutes of air quickly turning into hours of wanton pleasure as the night turned to morning.

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 10 months

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Pepa held Antonio’s hand to make their way to Casita’s only bathroom. She told him there was a surprise for him there. They made their way inside the bathroom to see a small, light blue potty training seat in front of the bigger toilet. Pepa kneeled down in front of Antonio to his level to explain the change.

“Antonio, now that you’re going to be three years old very soon, and you’ve been doing a very good job keeping your diaper dry for long periods of time, it’s time for you to go to the potty like a big boy.”

Antonio looked at the potty, and then back at his mother. “Potty?”

“Yes, Tonito; you’re going to start using the potty. That means soon, you won’t need to wear diapers anymore. You’re going to start wearing big boy underwear like your big brother, Camilo.”

Antonio smiled and bounced, then gave his mother a hug. He then pulled down his pants and his training pants, and sat on the potty. He was so excited to start using the potty that he wanted to start as soon as he possibly could.

“Corazon, if you ever feel like you need to go to the potty, you can tell me and I can help you. But we’re going to need to buy some brand new underwear for you. Do you want to go to town with me to pick out some new underwear?”

Antonio got up from the potty and pulled up his pants. He jumped into his mother’s arms and they made their way downstairs to head to the village to pick out underwear for him. Felix came from the kitchen to come with his wife and son, and Dolores and Camilo noticed them heading out the door of Casita and wanted to come. Antonio smiled and grabbed his big brother’s hand. The five of them made their way to the village, and now that Antonio is going to have Dolores and Camilo help him pick out underwear, he’s even more excited to start using the potty.

Once they got to the village square, they made their way to Senora Lopez’s tailor shop. She has been friends with the Madrigal family since Agustin started working with her, and later introduced Mirabel to her. Antonio ran into Senora Lopez’s shop and the rest of them followed. Camilo grabbed his little brother and carried him onto his shoulder and headed to Senora Lopez’s front counter.

“Hola, Pepa y Félix! What can we help you with today?” Senora Lopez asked with a smile.

“We’re beginning to potty train Antonio and we wanted to try and find some underwear for him so he can be more excited to wear them,” Pepa explained.

Senora Lopez walked from the front counter to the children’s undergarments section of the shop. “We have a whole section of underwear for boys that I think would be perfect for Antonio! He would love these.”

Pepa and Felix followed Senora Lopez to the children’s undergarments section and noticed their children perusing through the section to find something for Antonio. Camilo grabbed a pack of underwear that had jaguars on them and handed them to Antonio.

“What do you think about these? These are perfect underwear for a big boy like you,” Camilo said.

Antonio smiled and grabbed the underwear pack from Camilo. “Can I, mami?” he asked happily as he jumped up and down.

“I guess we’ll take those. He seems excited about wearing them,” Felix pointed out as he took the pack of underwear to the counter.

“Perfecto! That will be ten pesos,” Senora Lopez replied.

Pepa grabbed ten pesos out of her purse and gave them to Senora Lopez. She gave her and Felix the underwear and Pepa put the pack inside her purse for safekeeping when they walked home. Dolores gathered Camilo and Antonio and the three made their way back to Pepa and Felix to head back to Casita. As the five of them walked back home, Antonio held his mother’s hand the entire way.

“Are you excited to start wearing your new big boy underwear, Tonito?” Pepa asked as she leaned down to give Antonio a kiss.

“Yes! I want to start wearing underwear and using the potty! Soy un niño grande!” Antonio replied with excitement.

“Mirabel and I can help you if you need any. I know Antonio loves spending time with Mirabel and me, so helping him use the potty can be a great way for us to spend more time with him,” Camilo added.

“Gracias, Camilo; you and Mirabel will be an amazing help for Antonio. And I think Mirabel would be the best fit to help with Felix when we’re out in the village doing our chores,” Pepa explained to her older son.

Camilo hugged his mother from the side as they continued walking in the village and back home. Pepa and Felix already went through potty training with two children already, along with assisting Julieta and Agustin with potty training their daughters, so they knew it was not going to be easy, but it was going to be worth it when Antonio was fully potty trained.

Once everyone got back to Casita, Antonio rushed upstairs to sit on his new potty. He pulled his pants down and sat on his new potty. He sat for what felt like forever, but nothing was coming out. He sat some more, but still, nothing was coming out. Antonio was starting to feel like he was not going to go to the potty for that time, so he gave up and pulled his pants back up.

“Maybe soon,” he thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom and back into the nursery to play with Mirabel.

Antonio met up with Mirabel in the nursery to color while he waited for any feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. About an hour later, while they were coloring together, Mirabel noticed Antonio’s pants slightly sagging down.

“Antonio, do you feel like you have to go to the potty?” Mirabel asked.

“No,” Antonio replied.

“Because I think you may need to go. Do you want to at least try?”

Antonio nodded and made his way back to the bathroom. Mirabel waited in the nursery so she could give her cousin some privacy. Once he got to the bathroom he pulled his pants down and noticed his training pants were wet and filled with bowel movement. He cried as he removed his training pants and put them in the garbage. After twenty minutes, Mirabel knocked on the bathroom door to see how Antonio was doing. He was taking so long that she wanted to see if he was okay.

“Antonio, are you okay in there? You’re taking quite a long time.”

“No! I’m never going to go to the potty!”

Mirabel slowly made her way in the bathroom to see what Antonio was so upset about. She saw him crying on the potty and noticed the soiled training pants in the garbage. “Are you upset about not making it to the potty on time?”

Antonio nodded and Mirabel sat on the floor in front of Antonio. He got off of his potty to give his cousin a hug. She gave him a clean pair of training pants to put on and he put them on before putting on his pants. When he was done, he sat on Mirabel’s lap for another hug.

“You don’t need to feel bad. It’s going to take a lot of practice to go to the potty. I had a difficult time going to the potty at first, too. When I was about your age, Abuela gave me a potty that looked just like yours for my birthday. That was when mami, your tia Julieta, talked to me about how Isabela and Luisa use the potty, and it was time for me to use the potty. I was so excited to use my new potty that I sat on it immediately. I sat there for a long time until I decided to wait a little longer. Not that long after, I did end up going to the potty, but it was still in my training pants.

“I felt the same thing as you, that I was never going to go to the potty like Isabela and Luisa and that I was going to be in diapers forever. But there was one day I saw Luisa going to the potty on the big toilet and decided to go with her to my potty. As I was sitting in front of her, I felt something come out of me. I stayed on the potty and Luisa was there to help me wipe. When I was done, Luisa got mami and papi to see that I went to the potty. They were so proud of me, and I was proud of myself.

“It’s going to happen eventually, Antonio. You don’t have to rush it. You can go when you feel like you need to go. And it’s okay if you need help wiping. You have a whole family that can help you.”

Antonio gave Mirabel another hug. He felt better after she told him her potty training story. “Can I go to the potty with you?”

“Sure you can, Antonio; and even when I’m finished, I will be right here to help you wipe yourself.”

Antonio and Mirabel hugged again and they made their way back to the nursery to play some more. While Antonio was still a little impatient to learn how to use the potty and wear his new underwear for the first time, he at least knew that the day he used the potty was going to come eventually.

Several months have past and Antonio had several unsuccessful attempts at using the potty. He ended up doing his business in several places other than his potty, along with several accidents in his training pants. He was still getting support from the entire family throughout his journey.

Until one day, Pepa walked upstairs to notice the bathroom door was slightly ajar. She put one eye against the crack of the door to see her younger son sitting on his potty, with her youngest niece sitting on the toilet. Pepa took her eye off the opening so it did not look like she was invading their privacy. She went back downstairs as a rainbow shone over her head on her way down.

Only ten minutes later, Antonio ran downstairs to get his parents. He found them in the living room and jumped on Pepa’s lap. “Mami! Papi! Look what I did!” Antonio shouted before pulling Pepa and Felix upstairs and into the bathroom. Mirabel was right in front of the bathroom door when they got there, and the four of them went in, noticing the potty was filled.

Pepa’s rainbow grew brighter as she and Felix held Antonio to give him a hug and a kiss. “We’re so proud of you, Tonito!” Pepa said as she continued kissing her son.

“I felt like I needed to go to the potty, so I asked Mirabel to come with me because she helped me not feel bad about accidents anymore. Now I finally went to the potty!” Antonio said with excitement.

“I let Antonio try to go while I was going, so he didn’t feel alone in doing so,” Mirabel explained to her aunt and uncle. “I saw him upset that he had an accident and I let him know that it was normal for kids his age to have accidents. I told him that I and the rest of the family had accidents while we were still potty training when we were his age.”

Pepa and Felix hugged their youngest child again and gave him the biggest kiss they could. Antonio was just as proud of himself as Pepa, Felix, and Mirabel were of him. Pepa and Felix took the potty over to the toilet and dumped everything inside. Antonio flushed the toilet and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Mirabel washed hers with him and Pepa and Felix made their way out of the bathroom.

Antonio continued to use his potty successfully with Mirabel and Camilo for the next several weeks, still wearing his training pants during his naps and at night to avoid staining his sheets. He continued practicing every day until he kept his training pants dry throughout the night and Pepa and Felix were confident enough to let him stop wearing his training pants at night. Antonio could not be any prouder of himself.

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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This is a short fic,that erupted in my mind after drawing a random scene for hand and head placement. The drawing is under the 'keep reading' cut. Hope you'll enjoy!

Also celebrating mental health awareness and what is truly defined as masculinity

(if your ego is hurt get out of my blog please)

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Agustin is more self-conscious about his accident prone nature,despite getting the unconditional love from his rightful wife,his mind never fails to attack him in dark hours. Julieta is there to resurrect his mental strength and devote her work to close his not-confessed wounds.

"𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓼"

Julieta never complained for what made Agustin as a whole. His imperfection being all about she fell in love with,no excuses but the truth. Whenever her eyes glanced at his presence her stomach lit up with thousands of fireworks and as many years went by Noone could admit she was wrong...

When she healed him everyday,the sigh that oh so frequently huffed off her lips; 'Ay Agustín-' wasn't one of a woman who had been fed up from his constant injuries. In fact, was one of her favorite times during the days was the comfort of his presence,the one that she lingered to have next to her for as long as it was possible. The loving mother of his children,his paraíso embraced his clumsiness long before he could even notice and offered her world to him since 7 years before the married their souls as one and created a wonderful Familia.

Nevertheless,Agustín felt like one of her biggest burdens 2 times,3 times,4 times waiting on that long line. Poor man just couldn't stray away from accidents as much as he wanted,resulting in appearing in Julieta's healing line on repeat. Something inside him ached whenever he glanced at her delicate features alter slightly when she sees him.

He sensed that he was an obstacle to her overbearing routine,that seemed to absorb much of her energy even during the nights. They were married for years now and the same doubts could never dissappear from his mind it was like a nightmare that threatened to overrule his whole existence,like a wolf hunting its prey before consuming it ;all of it.

He messed up his hair,his fingers interlocked around Greyish locks with hatred,gripping onto it. He didn't care anymore of how destroyed he looked,the monster hiding in the labyrinth of his heart was much more scary than this. Angry tears begun rolling off his eyes and down his cheeks -like heavy rain- like his soul was grieving from loss,wetting his freshly shaved mustache. He winced and hissed as the salty liquid entered his cuts,his fists clenched.

The thoughts in his mind kept twirling around invading his peaceful mind non-stop,eating up every sanity he had left. With unknown force,His knuckles collided powerfully with the wooden surface of their bedroom door. Another shot of anger rushed through him,wanting to scream so loud but he couldn't...he didn't want to worry Julieta again (it was the very last thing he desired). The tall man let out a couple of cursing words,massaging his bruised and swollen knuckles in the process.

Without knocking, Julieta stepped in with a curious look on her face,her sweet smile never loosing its form.

'Maybe dolores heard-'

Agustín squiled surprised (thinking),instantly turning his back to their bed. A great way to hide his almost broken hand behind his back. Though, there was one thing he didn't hide, as the younger adult was too busy fighting with the evil within his head to take care of.

"¿Amor, estás bien?"

Julieta stepped onto the dressed floor cautiously,glancing more intentionally towards Agustin,who now looked like a deer in the headlights. She rushed her feet towards his form, her hands gently placed on his cheeks, rubbing them in reassurance-

Whatever was torturing his mind she wanted to know,if there was something she couldn't bare staring at was her dear esposo dying in secret-

"Agustín,mi cielo

please tell me what's wr-"

He burst into tears,how could he think he would be so strong to hide everything from his wife,who had only loved him so much-more than anyone in his life- the teardrops fell like waterfalls now,coating the healer's hand.

"I'm sorry,I'm sorry,I'm sorr-"

There he was again,apologizing for what wasn't his fault,for what made him the person Julieta went head over heels for. She stroked his burning flesh with her thumb. Speaking up before he would mutter any other nonsense-

"Shh, don't cry Corazón,it's okay..."

She just remained there,

She didn't bother asking what was scratching his wounds. The cook kept staring at him,more like every detail of his soul... Wiping off, the stained remainings of his internal pain. She let a nearly silent exhale,her face now becoming a mirror of his own sadness. And yes she was sad for him, not because he was crying again but mostly for what could partly and quite possibly be her fault. She pushed his face on her chest and Agustin snaked his hands around her waist,hugging her closer than ever. His trembling breath warmed the side of her neck, she didn't care though,all she did was to brush his fussy hair currently.

She understood everything she had to understand now. It was obvious-

Her hands,managed to caress his most catastrophic fears out of his back,while whispering the sweetest of whispers and kissing his mind off the chaos that vandalized his happiness. From that moment after,she made sure to leave a remark of their love every time he visited for a healing arepa and he adored every single part of it. He made sure that his presents were also promised,some nights they had to themselves.

And he was weak for the tears that glistened down his fair skin;he was rather strong for growing four wonderful flowers in his heart that held him each hour he seemed to trip and fall into his self-doubt...

#encanto angst #encanto fluff #hurt/comfort #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #omg #so oof #encanto #i was so happy for this #big thanks to julietaswifey for helping out with this #kisses #encanto fic #cute #depressed agustin wasnt my intention #agustin shouldnt be depressed #but i hc he was at some point we are all hoomans after all

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