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therealmrsobi-wankenobi · a month ago
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The chokehold "We Don't Talk About Bruno" has on me. I'm sooooo in love with Dolores and Camilo.
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(SHES SO CUTE I CANT)
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chameleonspider · 18 days ago
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encanto has taken over my life
no bc i've been listening to we don't talk about bruno on repeat since encanto came out on disney+
also can we talk about how the song dos oruguitas used bugs as a metaphor for growth
anyway
isaBELLA, YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HERE
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zeeshifts · 28 days ago
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*the androgynous urge to plug my fanfic even tho it’s bad for the fudge of it*
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cacklingseahag · a month ago
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seven foot frame, rats along his back! 
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incorrect-life-of-me · 29 days ago
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camilo is the most queer coated teenager ever.
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sapphic-theatre-fan · 29 days ago
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I have been drawing fnaf doodles while listening to we don’t talk about Bruno on repeat
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baepsrae · 19 days ago
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What fucking drugs did the mouse put in don't talk about bruno I can't get it out of my head
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mari-mari-maricela · 12 days ago
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Measuring
⇨ encanto
⇨ camilo x fem reader
⇨ fluff, embarrassed y/n
⇨ in which camilo is getting measured for the suit he'd be wearing for his sister's wedding, but will not allow the tailor to get her work done.
"Camilo." Y/N huffs, taking the tape back from him and rolling it back up, "Stop messing around with my stuff."
"What? I'm not doing anything!" Camilo retorts, shrugging his shoulders as he sat up on his bed. He watched as she began placing her other equipment on his desk, hand on her hip as she wrote down her new client. A small smile appears on his lips. "How's your family doing anyway?"
Y/N turns to him, leaning against the desk as she places her pencil down. "They're doing well. Padre was about to forbid me from measuring you, but Madre was persuasive enough to tell him off though." She chuckles, walking towards him now.
Camilo raises a brow as he stands up. "Your dad doesn't trust me?" He says, pouting playfully with a tilted head, "He doesn't trust his daughter with her loveable, mature boyfriend?"
She rolls her eyes and unwinds her tape, taking his hand and placing Camilo in front of the mirror in his room. "Yeah, whatever you say, mi querido." She hums, standing behind him.
He watches her in the mirror, how she eyes gaze at his shoulders and begins to measure the width.
Y/N and her family were the town's tailors. If anybody was looking to buy some new fitted clothing, then they were the ones to go to.
Her father would be the ones to acquire the materials and cut them to the needed size for any client. Her mother would be the one to sew the clothing together as well as do the finishing details. That left Y/N with the task of taking their measurements and delivering the finished products to the houses of the clients.
After all, she was probably the most approachable out of the three of them.
The reason they were here today at the Madrigal house was to get everyone fitted for their wedding attire. Since there was twelve of them, and Y/N and her mother would be handling the measuring while her father gathered materials, the Madrigal family was split into groups of six.
Y/N's mother would be taking care of Abuela, Julietta, Augustin, Isabella, Luisa and Mirabel.
Y/N would be measuring Bruno, Pepa, Fèlix, Dolores (with the exception of her trying on her dress for the first time), Camilo and Antonio.
"How has your family been, 'Milo?" She questions, pulling away to write down his shoulder width.
He looks over to her. "Same old, y'know. Dolores keeps asking me if she thinks that dating Mariano for two years is enough to get married." He chuckles, shaking his head, "Did you know she's thinking of asking you to be one of her bride's maids?"
Y/N stops, blinking at Camilo before making her way over to him. "Ah, no, actually." She says, looking away in a flustered motion, "Why would she want me?"
"Maybe because you two are basically best friends now?" He huffs, tilting his head, "You guys bully me all the time."
"No we don't." She scoffs, a smile on her lips.
"Yes you do."
"Aw, I'm sorry, 'Milo."
"No you're not, encantadora."
Y/N rolls her eyes again, now facing him to the mirror. She ducks under his raised arms to stand in front of him, Camilo's eyes now on her. She states, taking out her tape again, "I'm going to measure your waist now, alright? Sorry if I tickle you, querido."
He shrugs it off, allowing Y/N to place the tape against his stomach and snake her arms around his waist, aiming to put the end of the tape to the roll, thus getting the measurement she needed. "That tickles." He says.
"Tough it out." She retorts, making Camilo let out a snort. Y/N tries to glance over his shoulder to watch her hands. She sees the it's connected, so she leans away, ready to read the measurement.
But she widens her eyes as Camilo's arms drop around her shoulders, pulling her closer into a tight embrace. She sighs, chin on top of her boyfriend's shoulders, "'Milo."
"Yes, mi amor?" He hums, nuzzling into her shoulder with closed eyes.
"I haven't finished." She states, unable to stop the smile on her lips as she gently hugs him back. Camilo was always the one of the pair to hug the other first. And Y/N could never reject him.
Camilo responds, slightly swaying the both of them, "Mm, that's alright. A quick break never hurt anybody." He pulls away a little, now able to look his lover in the eyes. Leaning his forehead against hers, Camilo taps behind her shoulder a few times. "I'm your last client, aren't I? You can take it slow now, encantadora."
She closes her eyes, grinning softly at how relaxing her boyfriend was. "Don't you think your parents will be suspicious if I spend too long in here?" She jokes, moving so that she can rest her head against the crook of his neck.
He chuckles, holding her closer, "Not at all. That's a lie. They were suspicious of me as soon as your mother said you'd be measuring my family." He feels her shake her head at that. "But it's alright, my family loves you."
She stops, looking towards Camilo as she relaxes even more in his hold, pulling away a little. "Is that true?" She mumbles.
Camilo glances at her as if she was stupid. "Um, of course?" He says, bringing a hand up to hold her cheek, "They think you're an angel and that I'm gonna', like, turn you to the evil side, ya'know?"
Y/N gives a small smile, leaning into his warm palm.
He can't help but stare at her. "You're absolutely perfect." He whispers out.
Sometimes, Camilo could be so sweet and loving that Y/N found it hard to actually take it all in at once.
She huffs, pulling away and moving to stand behind him, redoing the measuring tape around his waist, "Okay, okay, I—I need to finish now."
And Camilo knows how that gets her whenever she suddenly moves off to do something else. He can't help but smirk every single time.
"Aw, what's wrong, mi belleza?" He laughs, turning around with his hands on his hips, tilting his head. The tape is still snug against him and he watches as Y/N quickly takes note of the measurement and turns to write it down. He only smiles wider, following her. "Ooh, you're so embarrassed and cute and ignoring me now—Y/N, come on! It's okay!"
She only covers her face as Camilo hugs her from behind, chin on her shoulders as he watches her write down meaningless words. He notices that she's already got his size written down. Now, she just keeps writing 'mean Camilo' over and over again.
He squeezes her tighter, giggling like a little kid, "Oh, stop that, I'm just telling the truth." He gently turns Y/N around, who immediately hides her embarrassed and burning face into his shoulder. "Que hermosura..."
"Stop it." She whines, muffled by his clothing.
He pulls away and holds her chin in his fingers. He gets to let out a short chuckle before leaning towards her, pressing a kiss onto her lips and letting her ease into him.
As she reciprocates the action, Y/N rests her hands on his shoulders. He did know how to make her feel better.
When he pulls away, Camilo presents this wide and loving smile on his face. "Alright, let's finish this up and then eat lunch with Tia Julietta." He pats her arms before walking off towards the mirror again.
Y/N takes in a deep breath, soon following along.
"Right. Before Dolores tells us to shut up."
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levithestripper · 18 days ago
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I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
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Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Yeah?”
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
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wwillowtrees · 16 days ago
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NOBODY
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things won’t always be easy, but some reassurance wouldn’t hurt.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | hurt/comfort | hozier songs are absolute bangers, and you cannot convince me otherwise. i recommend you to listen to the song while reading! but it isn’t really necessary. kinda hate how this fic was written, but we push through!
not-beta read, we die like the Madrigal’s magic.
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It was the same thing, every single day. The people always needed somebody else, someone different, a person that wasn’t him.
“Camilo! Mind if you turn into Carlos for a bit? I need some help lifting these crates.” The fisherman asked, relieved to see the boy.
“Thank goodness you’re here Camilo! Can you shapeshift into your prima, Isabella? I wasn’t able to finish my painting of her.” The town’s painter pleaded, hands occupied with dirty paint brushes and half-empty acrylic paints that were on the verge of spilling everywhere.
Camilo would simply nod every time, not wasting a second in turning into the person they asked for. He was the closest thing to the real deal after all.
Though, something about it didn’t sit right with him. Never forgetting to leave a bad taste in his mouth every time he thought about it.
Camilo’s heart craved for more, a pool of uneasiness settling in the depths of his stomach whenever someone calls for him.
Were they even asking for him?
He wasn’t so sure at this point, but it would be a mere inconvenience if he talked about it right? After all, he was a Madrigal for heaven’s sake! He should be the one helping others, not the other way around.
If he couldn’t be of service, he was practically useless, wasn’t he?
The teenager finally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming his way.
“Camilo, I kinda need some help!” A townsfolk shouted. He takes a deep breath, he’ll be fine-
“On my way José!” The boy replied, rushing over to the man.
The sudden heavy weight causes him to stumble a bit, regaining his balance again once José places a reassuring hand on his back.
“Gracias mijo.”
Camilo shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal.
There was a grateful smile adorned on the older man’s face as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, a smile going unnoticed by Camilo.
The boy sighed, moving the box around his arms until it felt comfortable to hold.
-right?
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Something was off, and you didn’t like it one bit. When casita collapsed, your parents insisted that the Madrigal family would be staying at your place, not allowing them to sleep on the streets of the town they help create.
At first you were quite happy about it, getting to live with your boyfriend (even it was for a small amount of time) was your dream! But when Camilo became uncharacteristically quiet ever since he and his family moved in, you began to worry.
He barely touched his food at dinner, seemingly deep in thought. As you scooped up the last pieces of rice off your plate, you watch as Pepa began to fiddle her fingers, obviously worried for her son.
“Mi hijo, mind helping y/n with the dishes?” She whispered, placing her pale hand on his shoulder.
Camilo solemnly nodded.
“I don’t mind mama.”
“Perfecto.” She replied, placing a swift kiss to his check as she left to find her husband, leaving the two of you alone. He looked up to see you already staring at him, concern evident in your eyes.
He coughed, covering his face with his arm “I’m fine.”
If you weren’t listening so intently, you would’ve easily missed what he said with how quiet he was being. You simply hummed, not believing a word.
“You promised that you’ll help.”
“Indeed I did.”
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The two of you worked in awkward silence, sharing glances every now and then. You huffed, drying your hands with a towel as Camilo began washing the final plates.
It was unbearable to see Camilo in such state, and you couldn’t stay in the sidelines for any longer.
“Is there something wrong cariño?” You ask, leaning on the kitchen counter with your arms crossed. You watched as Camilo froze in place, almost dropping the soap he held in the process.
“Mi amor-“
“No need to lie, no one’s around.” You interrupted, pointing to the window that displayed the night sky to emphasize your point.
He stayed quiet, and you anxiously bit your lips.
“But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay too.” You paused, taking a deep breath “Just worried about you, that’s all.” You shrugged your shoulders, sinking down in shame by the lack of responses from your lover.
You hear the water stop running, and at the corner of your eye, you see him placing the last plate on the drying rack.
You frowned, looking up to the kitchen ceiling.
“Just- keep that in mind okay? I’ll be heading off, goodnight milo.”
“Wait.”
You turn around to see Camilo, facing away from you. You look down to see his wrinkled fingertips gripping the edges of the sink, shaking slightly.
He stayed silent, struggling to find the right words to say. All the while you waited there patiently, the crickets keeping you company.
“Do you love me?” Camilo whispered, nervousness laced in his tone.
“Of course-“
“No!” He exclaims, making you both wince at the sudden change of volume. “I mean, do you love me.” Camilo repeats as he places a hand on his chest, gripping his poncho before he finally turns to look at you.
You stood there before him, blinking owlishly as you tried to process his words. Your eyes lit up when everything starts to click.
“Milo,” You start, walking towards your lover as you place a hand on top of his “I do.” you smile reassuringly, shuffling closer to him while doing so.
“Really?”
“Mhm, do you want to know why?”
He nods, your smile grew wide as you watch him lace your hands together.
“I fell in love with you.” You said simply, watching as Camilo’s lips form a flat line in dissatisfaction. The Madrigal huffed, his hair flowing slightly from the breeze.
“That doesn’t explain-“ He sassed but you managed to nudge him slightly before he continued, shutting him up quick.
“Let me finish pelotudo.” You scoffed in amusement.
“What I’m saying is, I fell in love with you. Not the people you can shapeshift into.” You feel his intense gaze following your every move as you look down, smiling at the sight of your hand being held with his.
“You are the one who makes me feel butterflies every time you smile, you are the one who makes me feel all giddy and loved, you are the one who helped shaped me into a better person.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but you talk before he could get a sound out.
“I’m not done.” You whisper, pulling him away from the kitchen counter. You gently take his other hand and bring it close to your chest, close to your heart.
“I’ve had no love like your love from nobody mi amor, and I probably will never find a love like yours. I’d be appalled if I ever saw you try to be someone you’re not.”
You take a shaky breath, intimated by- yet welcomed his intense gaze.
“I didn’t fall for the many people my lover pretends to be, I fell for Camilo Madrigal. And I bet many people feel the same way.”
You place a hand on his cheek, wiping the tears that already fell from those muddy green eyes you adored.
In the blink of an eye, he swiftly lifts you up, causing you to yelp in surprise. Camilo twirls you around, laughing happily.
There it was, that sweet melody you missed so dearly.
“Dios mio, you don’t know what you do to me.” He whispers, gently placing you down on top of the kitchen counter.
“Feel better?” You ask, running your hand through strands of his curly brown hair to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
He tenderly smiled, the moonlight reflecting on his face beautifully. You feel the heat rush to your face at the sight, your heart pounding as it danced around happily.
“Much better mi vida, thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
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So what if his hermana accidentally stumbled upon the sight of her younger brother staring lovingly at his better half while they whispered sweet nothings to his ear, shaking her head as she went back up to her room like she had seen nothing, seemingly no longer interested about the glass of water she went downstairs for, no one needed to know.
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minthoneitea · 26 days ago
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Rekindling The Flame
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Bruno Madrigal x Male Reader
Warning: Abuela being mean about Bruno
This’ll start before Mirabel finds the vision and Casita falls apart, the morning after Antonio’s gift ceremony and through out the whole movie. Sorry for all the cuts as well, I just wanted to show Y/n would care for the family in the absence of Bruno. 
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When Bruno left , Y/n never left the family. Even though Albuela has said her distain for him. 
“Y/n, can you grab the plates from the kitchen please?” Julieta asks as she brings a pot of food outside where Luisa was carrying the table for the morning breakfast.
“Of course!” Y/n smiles jogging into the kitchen, pulling open the drawers to gather the needed utensils for breakfast. As he was leaving he passed the family tree painting on the wall, he stops. 
“Ah Bruno,” he sighs.
“I just wish you could return to us,” Setting down the utensils he reaches up to touch the small painted figure of Bruno. 
“He wouldn’t help the family if it would save his life,” Y/n rolled his eyes turning to see his lover’s mother standing there with her arms crossed. 
“You don’t know anything about him,” Y/n spat with hatred in his voice “He LOVED this family Alma,” 
“He brought nothing but bad news to this family and to Encanto!” She argued back. 
“Look Alma. I get you dislike me for unknown reason, but you HAVE to stop shitting on your own SON!” Y/n took a few steps closer to Alma. 
“I will love and defend him til the day I DIE, and there is NOTHING you can do about that,” He quickly snatched up the utensils shoving past the older women and outside to the rest of the family. 
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Y/n brushed out his hair as he was getting ready, he was excited for Isabella to be proposed to. But also worried. 
That poor girl would always seem so happy to be with Mariano but, also unhappy at the same time. 
Y/n noticed the nervous glances and uncomfortable looks Isa gave sometimes. 
Sighing he set down his brush moving from the guest room down the hall to Isabella’s room; knocking. 
“Isa! It’s Tio Y/n, can I come in?” A faint response of “yeah,” was heard. 
Coming into the room, he was hit with the overwhelming smell of flowers. No matter how many times Y/n has come into this room; he was always overwhelmed by the amazing smell. 
“Sobrina Isa,” he started coming up behind her in the full body mirror. She was brushing her hair and dusting off her dress “Yes Tip?” she replies with an exasperated look. 
Y/n only called his nieces ‘Sobrina’ when he wanted to have a heart to heat conversation with them.
“About Mariano,” Isabella scoffed “Tio Y/n please,” she shook her head beginning to walk away. 
“Isabella!” He scolded grabbing her shoulder to stop her from walking away. 
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Y/n gave her a worried look. 
The oldest Madrigal daughter sighs looking down “I have to. For the family,” 
Y/n felt his heartache “Ah, Isa...” She looks back up at him with a small smile. 
“Ill be okay Tio,” She grabs his hands “I promise,” 
“Isabella! Your boyfriends here!” Camilo calls out in a teasing tone. 
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Y/n sits down at the table noticing that Mirabel, Augustin, and even Dolores were acting weird. “Mirabel?” he whispers. 
She doesnt take her eyes off of her cousin “Yeah?” 
But before he could ask what’s going on, Mariano’s mother and Alma began talking. 
With a sigh, he drops what he was going to say and begins eating. 
Only getting worried again when he sees Camilo shift between people, and Pepa forming a cloud in the dinning hall. 
“what’s going on?” he whispers to Dolores, who just covers her ears lowering her head to stare at her plate. 
Everything seems to happen so fast, Luisa goes to get the piano and struggling with it. Y/n gets up to go over to help her pull it into the room, grunting as he pushes from the other side as Luisa begins sobbing on the instrument. 
Mirabel flings herself to the floor giving Mariano a thumbs up as he continues his speech to Isabella down on one knee. 
“No!” Mirabel yells diving under the table.
Luisa falls to the floor sobbing, Y/n hugs her close “Shh, it’s okay Luisa” he sooths. 
“What’s happening!” 
Y/n looks around at the chaos going on, shocked. 
“Mirabel broke into Bruno’s tower and found his vision! She’s in it and were all doomed!” Dolores finally screams as Pepe’s cloud opens up drenching everyone in the room with water. 
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“Luisa!” Y/n calls knocking on the door of the teens room. 
“Go away!” She cries back.
Y/n wanted to help in anyway he could, everyone else seemed to not want to bother Luisa; too busy focusing on her sister’s ruined proposal. 
“This isn’t your fault!” He calls back trying to open the door but finding it too heavy for him to open. 
“You don’t have to be perfect!” 
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As Y/n was busying himself with mopping the dinning area, he gasped as spikey cactus grew on the ground in front of him. He began to hear singing; nothing uncommon in the Madrigal household. 
Rushing out of the kitchen, he laughs as he sees Isabella and Mirabel laying in a pile of flowers. It’s nice to see them finally getting along! 
“What is happening?!” Alma comes in, so obviously angry. 
“Come here,” Y/n says softly as Isabella moves away from the argument going on between her sister and grandmother. 
“I didn’t mean for them to argue,” She whispers. 
Y/n wraps a comforting arm around her shoulder, “It isn’t you,”
A loud cracking sound echoes through the house. 
Fear in his eyes as he eyes the cracks forming around Casita. 
“No stop!” He cries as all of his Nieces and nephew tries to save the candle. 
“Leave it! We gotta go!” 
Y/n charges towards the makeshift ladder Casita made for Mirabel to grab her but stops to catch Camilo as he falls from the balcony. 
“You okay?” Camilo looks at his hands “I couldn’t shift,” he mumbles. 
Walls crumble around them and the floors shift, pushing them all out of the house “MIRABEL!” Everyone screams as Casita’s doors slam shut. 
Y/n’s heart sinks as the house comes to the ground, dust and tiles blowing up into the air. 
Shutting his eyes and looking away, fearing the worst for Mirabel who was still inside.
Once the air clears, everyone rushes into the rumble of the house shouting for Mirabel. Who was sitting in the middle of the floor, holding the blown out candle in her hands. 
“Mira..” Y/n breathes coming to kneel in front of her “I just wanted to save us...” she whispers as a tear drips down her face. 
“Mira wait!” Y/n calls as she gets up, running off. 
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“It’s okay Toñito,” Y/n soothes the small child in his lap “Look, the clouds are clearing!” he points up at the sky. 
“The grey clouds always disappear in the light of good news,” Y/n repeats what his grandmother would always tell him. 
“There isn’t any good news though,” Camilo says coming up from behind. 
“Ai!” He cries as Y/n pinches his arm lightly “Stop,” he scolds.
“What? It’s true,” Camilo rubs his arm a slight annoyed look as Felix shakes his head with a chuckle. 
Sounds of people calling that Mirabel is back catches everyone’s attention. Setting Antonito on his feet, Y/n rushes towards where Julieta and Augustin are hugging Mirabel. 
The world seems to stop as Y/n laid eyes on the man he hasn’t seen for 10 years. Tears came to his eyes as Bruno gave a sheepish wave to his family. 
“Bruno!” Y/n cries. 
Bruno jumps snapping his head over in the direction of his lover. Fear filled itself up to Bruno’s throat as he sees Y/n walking over to him at a fast pace. 
Thoughts rushed around Bruno’s head; like the sands that flew around him when he looked into the future. 
‘He’s gonna hate me!’
‘He’s going to hit me!’
‘God...he’s still just as handsome as the day I left!’
But all the thoughts were silenced when Bruno was pulled into a bone crushing hug. 
“Brunito...” Y/n breathed with tears streaming down his face. 
“Y/n...” Bruno breathed his own tears beginning to fall. 
“You’re back!” Y/n laughed lifting Bruno off the ground to spin him in a circle laughing. 
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Later that night after beginning the rebuilding of Casita, Y/n laid with Bruno under the stars. Both holding onto each other for dear life, scared that if one of them let go; the other would be gone again. 
“I’ve missed you so much Bruno,” Y/n admits softly. 
Bruno rolls over from his small spoon position so he could look at Y/n closer. Bringing his hands up to hold his face, running his hands over the few wrinkles that are down adorning Y/n’s face due to old age. 
“I’ve missed you too Mi Amor,” 
The two stared at each other lovingly for a few moments before neither of them could hold back the love. 
Their lips mashed together in a loving, yet heart breaking, kiss. 
All the years of missing each other finally coming to the surface. 
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nicecoldpillow · 10 days ago
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“you’re…what?!”
Camilo x m!reader
cw: angst, comfort and inaccurate spanish (i’m self taught sorry yall 💀)
tw: homophobic Abuela, (i am so sorry) panic attack, Camilo talking bad about himself.
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Today was the day that Camilo and you confront the rest of the madrigals and tell them your little secret, now Dolores knows but even she has some moral understanding not to out you two. You knew that your lover was nervous about the whole thing and if it came down to it, you would talk for the both of you if he got a bit tongue tied.
You heard a knock on your front door and you knew it was your boyfriend, he always knocks in a tune to let you know it’s him, you quickly take one last look in your mirror before quickly heading out. You open your door and are met with your very handsome smiling boyfriend waiting for you, “ay mi vida te vas tan bien” your face lit up from the compliment.
“Speak for yourself you’re the good looking one here” you protest back before he wins this battle by shutting you up with a kiss, “cmon amor today is our big day I guess?” Camilo said nervously, he played it off but deep down you both knew today was gonna be difficult for the both of you
The two of you linked arm in arm until you reached casita madrigal, dinner was soon but would that really be the best time? would it be too loud to even get the confession across? Thoughts roamed around when it came to this, the two of you still haven’t came up with a exact game plan here but you two will know when the time to cross that bridge happens.
Camilo opens up the casita and already tia Pepa yelled her greetings to the two of you from on top of the stairs, you were loved by the madrigals and they loved your company whether that be staying for dinner, having a sleepover or just popping in to say hello. Abuela was in the kitchen and popped in the room you two were in asking if you would be staying for dinner, you nodded your head and a soft grin popped up on abuela’s face, she loved it when you get to spend time with the family.
Camilo tsk’d at you while directing his gaze up to his room, you followed suit and got in quickly sighing a bit of relief. “so how do we do this-“ you asked with a confused look, Camilo didn’t look any different you both were stumped on when to do this, after dinner? during dinner? maybe before everyone leaves the table from dinner…maybe? thoughts were still scrambling around the two of you until Camilo suggested “okay uh how about before dinner is fully over that good?”
Thank goodness you two had the same minds, “sounds good to me” the two of you resided in his room until Abuela yelled out that dinner was ready, the sound of everyone heading down to the kitchen went throughout the house. Everyone said their hello’s to you since they didn’t notice you come in apart from tia Pepa.
Some time went by before noticing everyone was beginning to finish off their plate, and sweat began to arise on both you and Camilo’s head, when was the perfect time to start this? You swore Dolores could hear the both of your heartbeats going double time, oh she definitely could her slightly concerned look to you two explained everything.
Time was running out until Julieta and isabella had gotten up to put their plates away, it was now or never. “hey everyone! uh mind if we say something quickly before we all go? we kinda wanted to get this off our chests” you spoke up getting everyone’s attention along with making Julieta and Isabella sit back down “adalante quierdo”Julieta said in a soft voice.
All these eyes on the both of you, the tension was getting higher by the second and all the more suffocating at that, you looked at Camilo trying to read each other’s mind on who is gonna speak first “So you all know how me and y/n have been friends for awhile now si?” Camilo said, his words were definitely laced with concern and nervousness.
Everyone nodded slowly and began to grow faces of concern, “can you help me out-“ he whispered to you, you nodded a bit and thought of what to say. “We’ve been friends for a few years now and we both…have officially decided” ‘oh god is this going well- are you stalling too much time’ thoughts made you choke up a bit.
Camilo grabbed your hand to calm you down a bit, you then raised your hands up showing that you were holding hands, “we’ve officially decided to..well y’know get together…” The silence in the room was deafening until tia Pepa had squeaked happily before clapping, this led mirabel and almost everyone else to congratulate the two of you. “oh mi yerno i’m so happy for you two” the last thing you heard from Pepa before Abuela stepped in.
“That is enough!” the commotion settled down and you and Camilo’s happy faces disappeared as everyone stared at Abuela, “I refuse to believe that one of my own has been together with someone of el mismo género” Camilo was shaking, you went to take his hand but he quickly moved it away out of instinct, “Abuela please it isn’t a bad thing if-“ “Quiet Mirabel” Mirabel had a hurt look on her face but nothing compared to the hurt Camilo was feeling right now.
Before anyone else can say anything more, Camilo stares down avoiding eye contact with everyone while running out of the kitchen, “Camilo! Wait up!” You sprinted upstairs towards your probable heart broken lover, “MAMA! what was that for?!” commotion began downstairs, best let them get everything out of their systems for now, you quietly pushed open your lovers door before gently closing it.
That’s when you heard the sobs and hiccups buried beneath pillows, you sat next to him before he clung onto you immediately, “sh sh amor im right here” you hugged his head while trying to cover his ears because of all the yelling happening, “lo siento I didn’t mean for…for any of this to happen, i’m a failure to the family i’m sorry.”
“Hey look at me” you gently cupped his cheeks before he leaned into your touch “you are not a failure, and if your abuela can’t see the good in you that’s on her, but didn’t you see everyone else’s support?” silence entered the room, Camilo’s rapid sobs and hiccups ended before his breathing picked up rapidly, getting faster with every second…he was having a panic attack.
“Amor? Amor! look at me please!” you cupped his face once again, you felt him take your arms “breath with me carino, in….and out….in….and out” you repeated this for a few minutes, after awhile his head was practically on your chest trying to feel you in every physical way he can to become grounded and breath normally.”
“Thank you…for being with me mi vida” he said before a knock on the door came, his breathing picked up slightly before the sound of Dolores and Pepa behind the door came through “can we come in?” You get up and open the door a bit “come in, he’ll enjoy the company” as if motherly kicked in Pepa came through and immediately hugged her kid while Dolores sat next to him patting his back.
“mami…no estas enojado?” he sounded so ashamed you swore your heart broke more then it already has, “oh corino I could never be mad at you for something that makes you happy, we enjoy having y/n over, the smile he gives you makes me so happy” Camilo’s mother said hugging him tightly, “I always hear you get in a better mood, even when you’re already happy and I always hear you squeal a bit whenever he walks in” “ay cállate I do not”, he said blushing into his mother.
Pepa let go of her son finally before making her way to you, he had a small look of disappointment but Dolores took this time to get her hugs in, “y/n please take care of mi niño,” she said rubbing your hand “he needs you and I know you’ll treat him right” she quickly looked towards her son, “and carino, if he doesn’t treat you right you tell me immediately!” You made sure to remind yourself to apologize to Camilo after this incase you got on his bad side at all during your time together, definitely don’t want his mother on your case.
“Mami he treats me perfectly I hope I treat him just as well-“ you cut him off by placing a finger over his mouth, “you treat me just as well, I couldn’t ask for anymore then what you already do.” Tia Pepa pulled the three of you into a hug “give Abuela some time if she can’t come to terms with it she’ll answer to me.” Let’s just say you were Pepa’s yerno now and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
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petruchio · 5 days ago
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um bruno… yeah about that bruno… i really need to know about bruno… give me the truth and the whole truth brunoOOoo ISABELLA YOUR BOYFRIENDS HERE ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᶦⁿⁿᵉʳS̸̻̆E̸͙̽V̵̤͑Ë̶̙N̶̤̈́ ̴̱̚Ḟ̸͚Ō̴̠Ó̷̬T̴̜͂ ̷͇̎F̵͎̍Ŕ̷̩A̴̙̋M̴̟̋Ẹ̷̈́ ̸̤̊R̷͚̕Â̸̜T̶̙̈́S̵͚̐ ̴̯͛A̷̛̺Ḽ̶̕Ó̵̟Ń̵̤Ǵ̵͓ ̶̧́H̷͙͗I̴͎͋Ş̴̕ ̸̟̈B̷̭͛Á̵̟C̴̹̈́K
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danidrabbles · 3 months ago
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OCTOBER 6: AGE GAP
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Notes: Clit Club, I dedicate this one to you guys ❤ Thank you for recommending me smutty books and discussing together. This story isn’t as taboo, but it's definitely inspired by the read that divided us the most—this doesn't make me pro-***** 🔪—and the book that I loved the most.
I went OFC on this one, because I thought it fit the theme better. I hope you guys like it! (the choice and the fic).
Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC
Rating: Explicit (18+!)
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: age gap (this is slightly au-ish so imagine Frankie like in his 40s, OFC is 19), dilf!Frankie, oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV sex, size kink (if you squint), introspective stuff. If I forgot something: Shoot me a message!
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The doorbell rings — it’s the third time — and that’s when Frankie throws the covers off himself and heads for the front door. The clock tells him it’s 1:30 in the morning, and he grumbles when the doorbell rings a fourth time as he enters the hallway.
“Christ, yes, I’m coming!” he shouts, unlocking the door and pulling it open.
Expecting himself to be annoyed at whoever was bothering him this time of night, he’s stunned into silence at the sight of the woman on his front porch. She’s soaked from the rain, shivering in place, the denim jacket she’s wearing turned nearly black with it, and her hair is hanging in strands by the side of her face. Still, he recognizes her with ease.
He met her a couple weeks ago at his daughter's university’s Halloween party. Isabella had forgotten a part of her self-made costume at home (“Yes, dad, the wings are an essential part of an angel costume. No, I can’t buy new ones, they’re all sold out.”) and he, the good father that he is, had taken the three hour drive to bring them to her. He’d met all her new friends, all in their equally elaborate costumes, but one of them had stood out.
He still can’t decide what exactly had done it; the short black skirt, the fishnet stockings, the corset that made her breasts nearly spill from the top, the way she looked him up and down and offered him a sly grin…
All he knew was that he’d driven home and couldn’t shake the image of her. That he’d gotten in the shower after and couldn’t shake the image of her. That he’d gone to bed, furiously stroked his cock and couldn’t shake the image of her.
The way she was standing here now was a day-night difference, but he was equally affected.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, suddenly wide awake.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late, mr. Morales. I was in the neighbourhood and, um… is Isabella home?” Her voice is soft, apologetic. “Isa said she’d be home this weekend so…”
Frankie’s shoulders slump. “No— I mean, she’s home, but she’s with her mother.”
The girl’s face falls. “Oh.”
“Is everything okay with you?” he asks.
“Yeah.” She fidgets with a frayed edge on the bottom of her soaked jacket. “No, actually. I, uh… My boyfriend dumped me,” she says, looking up and wincing.
Frankie shifts in the doorframe, copying her expression, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she counters immediately. “He was—is—an asshole… It was a long time coming. No, the really shitty part is that he kicked me out, and that my parents are out of town, and that just when I decided I’d just drive myself back to uni my fucking car broke down at the end of the street. So I was really hoping Isa was home to offer some....” She trails off, bringing a hand up to bite at her nail before looking over her shoulder at the blinking alarm lights of her car down the street.
“Some comfort?” Frankie fills in.
She turns to face him again. “Exactly,” she says around an exhale, her warm breath coming out in a little cloud.
“Well, like I said, she isn’t home but… I can take a look at your car, see what’s wrong?”
“In this weather?” she asks. The thunder rumbles above her as to prove her point.
Frankie’s eyes roll up towards the sky, just in time to catch the lightning. “Tell you what,” he says, looking down again. “I’ll look at your car in the morning, and you can sleep on my couch.”
It’s out before he knows it, and he tries to keep a straight face upon realizing what an awful idea that is. It’s the middle of the night, she’s all alone and probably freaked out, and she’s 19, for fucks sake; she was looking for comfort from his daughter, not from her father — and with an unprompted sleepover to boot. He thinks about apologizing, especially when her eyes, glimmering in the porch light, meet his, and her bottom lip gets pulled between her teeth. He can give her a ride to the hotel at the edge of town—
“Okay.”
“What’s that?” he asks, blinking down at her.
“I’ll get my stuff, and you can look at my car in the morning.”
And before he gets a chance to offer her his change of plans, she skips down the small stairs leading up to his door, and into the rain to do as she said.
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“Pillow, blanket — I got you two. If you need anything else, come find me,” he says. He eyes his guest from the corner of his eye, tries to keep his gaze on her face and not her exposed legs that peak from under the oversized sweater she put on while he was upstairs. “I’m one floor up, second door on the left—right, sorry, right.”
“Second door on the right, got it,” she giggles, taking the items from his hands and bending down to put them on the couch, a strand of wet hair falling in her eyes when she comes back up. “Thank you so much. For all of this. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Don’t mention it,” he says, giving her a small smile. “I’ll see you in the morning and then I’ll check your car, okay?”
“Okay,” she agrees, fidgeting with her fingers, and just as he’s about to leave her so she can get settled, she says, “Oh, one more thing, mr. Morales.” And when he turns back to her, she gets on her toes, cups his face, and presses their mouths together.
Frankie inhales sharply through his nose, arms glued to his side, dangerously close to the bare skin of her legs. His brain rapidly catches up with the situation. Christ, this is wrong. She’s young, and vulnerable and sad; she’s simply looking for closeness and he definitely shouldn’t be the person to offer her that right now… Not like this, anyway.
But if he isn’t, why can’t he stop thinking about splaying her out on his couch, and holding those smooth thighs open as he—
Abruptly, she pulls away and takes a step back. “Sorry,” she mutters, a trembling hand coming up to cover her eyes. “Oh, my god, fuck, sorry, I—I don’t know what I’m doing.” She glances at him through her fingers.
“It’s okay,” Frankie replies, voice as stiff as his body feels. “You’re—”
“Do you remember the Halloween party?” she interrupts, the hand on her eyes sliding down over her face until the tips of her fingers rest on her lip. “‘Cause I… I remember seeing you at the Halloween party, and… I remember thinking you were in costume. The flannel, you know?”
“And the hat,” Frankie sighs, a laugh finding its way to his lips, his body relaxing. “Not a costume, it’s sort of uh, sort of my thing, I guess.”
“I also remember thinking you were more attractive than any guy I’d seen there,” she continues, closing the distance between them and looking up at him expectantly.
His body seems out of his own control when he pulls her back, bending down to press his mouth to hers. A soft moan bubbles from her throat, and he uses it to his advantage, licking into her mouth to taste her with an answering groan as she winds her arms around his neck.
“I wanted you,” he says. “Shouldn’t have, but I did—I do. Wanted to get under that skirt, rip those fishnet stockings open and—” he cuts himself off with a muffled groan, finding her lips again.
“Please,” she mutters between kisses. “Mr. Morales—”
“Frankie,” he growls when he pulls away, holding her at a distance to really bring his message home. “Call me Frankie.”
She nods, face flushed, lips already swollen and slick with spit, and he can’t help but push her down and back against the pillows before he crawls between her legs. His arms cage her in, both hands pressed into the cushions next to her head as he ruts against her clothed core, grinding his half-hard cock against the cotton of her panties. It makes her pull away with a groan, head falling back as her eyes flutter shut.
"If you want to stop…,” Frankie mutters, sucking kisses into her neck, “...you should tell me now."
"Don't stop," she gasps immediately, hands shooting up to hold him against her, fingers tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. "Please, I don't want you to stop."
He kisses down her neck, the urgent press of her hips into his own making him grin against the hollow of her throat. “That’s it,” Frankie encourages, holding her hip to help her guide her moves, joining her rhythm until she’s crying out in frustration.
It’s not enough. He knows it’s not enough, but now that he knows she wants this, he needs to hear it from her. With his free hand, he pulls at the hem of the sweater that covers her, rucking it up on one side until he can expose her breast. Immediately, he latches on, taking a nipple into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks with a gentle suck. When he flicks his tongue over her, he swears he can taste the rain even there.
“F-Fuck,” she stutters above him as he laves at her breast, arching her back and offering him more of her. “Oh, my god, please, more—”
Frankie’s fingers curl around the hem of the sweater once more, pulling it over her head. She looks flushed when she reappears, her chest heaving and her nipples pert and red.
“S’cold,” she offers with a smile when she catches him staring.
He flashes her a grin before kissing her again, a simple press of lips, before he cups her between her legs and gives her a reassuring squeeze. “Give me a couple of seconds and you won’t be anymore.”
Wasting no time, he lowers himself between her legs to nuzzle the sensitive skin of her thighs. The sweet, heady scent of her leads him to where she wants him most, and with a heavy exhale he eyes the fabric still covering her sex. There’s a dark spot down the middle that reveals her excitement, and he leans in to cover it with his mouth, pressing his tongue against her through her panties.
The shocked moan that echoes through the room goes straight to his cock, and it instantly clouds his mind, making him rip the offending clothing down her legs. He opens her wider, a hand on either thigh to spread her pussy for him. He groans at the sight, pretty and pink, clenching for him in anticipation. Giving in, he lets his tongue touch her, her hips bucking against his mouth when he drags it through her folds once, twice, and really gets a taste of her. Her thighs tremble beside his head, and when he looks up at her, her head is thrown back into the cushions, eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth.
"Look at me," Frankie orders, pulling away and letting his thumb take over on her clit. He smiles when she does as he asks, eyes fluttering open to look down between her legs.
"That's it, good girl." He bends back down to lick at the slick that dribbles from her opening at the nickname, before looking up at her again. "You're gonna look at me when I lick your pussy, understood?"
"F-Fuck, Frankie, please…"
"Understood?"
"Yes." She swallows thickly, her blush reaching her neck when she says, "I'm gonna look at you when you lick my pussy."
Frankie all but chokes on a moan when she echoes the words back to him, at the contrast of her sweet face and the filthy words falling from her lips. With a curse, he grips her ass to pull her closer, and she slides down the pillows before quickly sitting back on her elbows to keep watching as he told her to. He slides his tongue inside of her with urgent curls and licks, gathering up more of her slick and fuck, she looks perfect, watching him like she is. He lets her move against his face, only getting more turned on by the furrow in her brow, the concentration in her eyes and the grip on his curls as she grinds her clit against the bridge of his nose.
Another throb between his legs reminds him of his own swelling need, and it makes him more deliberate, no longer concerned with teasing her as he focuses back on the bundle of nerves above her entrance. Using the tip of his tongue, he rubs tight circles around it, building her up higher until she’s panting, chest rising and falling rapidly before crying out. The taste of her floods his mouth as she curses him, voice cracking before it goes soft.
After one final pass of his tongue, he rises up to his knees, looking down between them as he pulls his sweatpants down to finally relieve his cock. It comes free with a bob, full and heavy between his thighs, and strokes himself before popping two fingers in his mouth. Just as he notches one of them at her entrance, she pulls him down against her chest, slipping her tongue between his lips to kiss him with a groan. Frankie swirls the wetness under the tip of his finger around, revels in the clench of her, desperate to be filled, and he gives her what she wants.
Just then, her hand curls around him, softly but surely pumping his length, and she swallows his answering groan. “Put it in,” she gasps against him, tightening her grip on his cock and spreading the slick around. “It’s okay, you can put it in, I want it. I want you to fuck me, Frankie.”
Frankie wishes he had more discipline. That he was more composed. That he wasn’t drunk on the taste of her, the velvet smooth feel of her cunt and the sound of her voice. That he wasn’t fucking a college student on his couch in the middle of the night. That he had the self-control to pull away, to find a condom. But the truth of the matter is: If he leaves her here now, he wouldn’t be coming back. Leaving her meant leaving the moment, leaving her warm embrace, leaving the prospect of the tight press of her pussy around his cock, leaving time to think...
And he wishes most of all that he could stay in this moment.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She widens her legs under him, and while pressing his forehead to hers, he pushes inside in one, smooth stroke, the slick walls of her cunt making him glide inside with ease until he’s buried to the hilt. A small, pained noise escapes the back of her throat, and sweat gathers where he holds her at the back of her neck; he does everything in his power to stay still, to let her adjust as she contracts around him, hot, and wet, and tight.
“S’okay,” he shushes her when she gasps his name, when he draws his hips back and thrusts back inside. “You’re okay, you can take it. Take it for me.”
He sets a leisure pace, not picking up speed until her hips begin canting up to meet his, until she feels ready, until she does what he says and makes her body take it — until she begs for, harder, faster, more, please, between hot presses of her lips against his. He plants his knees for leverage, lifting herself off her body and holding her at the waist to give her what she desires.
A film of sweat covers her body, every dip and curve of her glistening in the dim light that glows from next to the couch. The change in angle makes him slide deeper—hit something deeper—and it’s like he can see her orgasm before he can feel it; her face scrunches up, her mouth drops open, her throat bobs, her legs tremble. And then he feels it; the rhythmic squeeze of her pussy, her nails scratching down his arm before digging in. She warns him with a babble, something of a mix between a curse and his name, and then she floods his cock.
It catches him almost by surprise, the way she takes him with her. Everything pulls up, and tight, and he has just enough time to pull himself out of her before he’s coming, ropes of it coating her belly, her heaving chest. He focuses on it, the milky white liquid moving, sliding, pooling—it’s for his pleasure as well as to postpone his overthinking about what just happened.
“You were right,” she says suddenly.
He tears his gaze away from her stomach. “What?”
She smiles up at him, reaching up to finger a stray curl and brush it from his forehead. “I’m not cold anymore.”
He smiles in return, letting his hand glide from her thigh to her knee in a soothing matter. Perhaps, he thinks, she can help him postpone a little longer.
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Thank you for reading! October 7′s subject is still up in the air; I'm torn between Lactation Kink and Masturbation. It shall be a surprise 😌
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blednokrov · 2 days ago
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Random things I find hilarious/just like about Russian lyrics of We Don't Talk About Bruno (and other Encanto songs)
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So, the main lyrics in Russian go like "Don't mention Bruno", however "no" in Russian means "but/yet" => accidentally (?) it became "Don't mention Bruno... and yet-", not just in Pepa's part but everywhere: so everything that goes after the chorus can technically be interpreted as "don't mention Bruno, BUT! here's something (I can tell you) about him"
In Russian Felix calls Pepa "my love", in Ukrainian he calls her "my joy/happiness"
apparently Pepa is pissed not because Bruno made her feel nervous and worried about the bad weather but because that bad weather ruined her look
also Pepa and Felix literally swore to never ever mention Bruno right after the wedding accident????? they ghosted him for what, 15+ years before he even left?
Dolores in her part isn't even trying to be subtle:
"Since the childhood they scare us:
Bruno is wandering somewhere in this house;
I can hear him whispering,
And it frightens me"
dear, WHO is scaring you by telling you about Bruno walking around?? your parents? "Dolores eat your dinner or Bruno will come and eat your soul" is that? are you scaring your own kids with their uncle as a boogeyman? when I was watching the movie with my young siblings, it is because of these lyrics they were quite sure mirabel is going to find Bruno(s corpse) somewhere in casita ("maybe he didn't left but just died in his room or somewhere in the house and no one noticed" damn kids whats wrong with you)
also I like the line about sand
"It's like sand is falling with every step he takes"
a nice metaphor about his light feet and sneaking around
"His burden is heavy, this gift is tormenting him"
:'^(
her "do you understand" is the same yet the wording feels kinda more harsh, more like "don't you get it???/can you get it already???"
"a seven foot" (4 syllables) becoming "dwa" (1) => Camilo starts with his DwaAAaAah which I really like... idk why it just sounds so sassy
"He will call you,
And then disappear in the dark"
yep. confirmed cryptid. used as a boogeyman for kids for sure
"He's a midnight howl, he's your nightmare"
Bruno are you screeching at nights?
Spotify lyrics for this song have some mistakes but the funniest is that Mariano turned into Marianna so...yay gay rights?
"He told me to forget about the one I love
He is promised to another"
kinda sad but imagine Bruno saying it to the, idk, 10 yo Dolores' "yeah kid, you can forget about the one you love! he is promised to another" "who" "who what" "who I love? I don't even like anyone yet. who am I supposed to forget about"
why everyone are kinda more toxic in Russian dub? not only Dolores but Isabella is also somewhat more rude, like she's more directly telling Mirabel to shut up:
"Silence, sister!
You must know, I'm not kidding"
are you threatening her?
I think it just me but I'm losing it on "Isabela, your boyfriend's here - Time to eat!" cause for some reason it makes me think they're gonna eat Mariano
Waiting On A Miracle
this is the only song that hits me harder in Russian than in the original - I think it's both because of minor nuances in lyrics and the great performance of Regina Todorenko, it's just so strong and emotional! if you haven't heard it, please listen
the key difference is that "a miracle" in both the name and lyrics became "the magic" - it's more like she's not waiting for something to miraculously happen and give her a gift, but directly talking to the magic itself - hey, magical powers, I'm here, how much more I have to wait for you to notice and bless me with a gift as well? and you start asking yourself is she talking to the magic and the providence asking for a chance or just her grandmother who represents the magic? who is she really begging to notice and bless her?
"Do not regret, chase away this sorrow.
Shed no tears, you are not to bewail it"
damn girl I feel you
"I still belong to the family Madrigal,
So... what else could I possibly wish for?"
I don't know... love and acceptance maybe?
"Every night I see the same dream -
A dream where there's the magic inside me";
"I spend my nights restless
Always praying to heaven for my own door"
she really does have some sleep problems
"I can't put together the shards"
and then she goes and does it both to that broken vision tablet AND her family
"I would move the mountains,
I would make the whole world bloom -
If only somebody gave me a hint how could I obtain a gift of my own"
I love both the line about making the whole world bloom, as if "if I had this gift I would do huge, meaningful, world changing deeds" and how she's wishing for "her own" gift yet can only imagine having others' gifts not something unique of her own
"I am ready! See? I am ready!
And I'm begging you from the very bottom of my heart:
Please, discover that power of magical gifts in me,
Please, the magic, hear me!
Or maybe you've already made up your mind about me a long time ago?.."
The Family Madrigal
"- Hush, hush, just chill!
- Then why don't you just explain the way that won't make us stressed?!"
- TALK!! I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING"
kids are hilarious
"Oh! And that's Julieta, my mommy"
🥺 she also calls Agustín "my daddy" and Abuela "granny" later in the song
"my whole life is a festival of magical miracles,
'cause I'm from the Madrigals as well!"
is it tho
"(two) friends fell in love with family Madrigals"
Agustín and Félix are friends and were friends even before becoming Madrigals? nice
once again I'm losing it because, well, they really struggled with the rhythm of the line about camilo and we don't have any adjectives or verbs meaning "to shapeshift" so they came up with calling him лицедей which long ago meant just "an actor", literally "the one who makes face (to look like someone else's)" BUT nowadays it is used in different sence which is... a hypocrite/pretender/two-faced person
"Aunt Pepa took after granny in regard of her character"
did she?
"And Luisa is so strong, so beautiful, smart and kind"
"My dad Agustín is the hero in many misfortunate stories, but he's a kind guy"
"My cousin Camilo sweetly and perkily makes people laugh"
she talks about her family so nicely 🥺
Surface Pressure
is called "Actually"/"In Fact"
"I'm calm like a rock, I never feel pain"
we don't have an idiom about the camel; so lyrics use that one about the cup:
"The cup is full
It takes only one drop of water
To make a wave,
A giant wave that would..."
and it goes SO well with the chorus
the chorus being:
"...crush you down, down, down
And the (sea) bottom is closer and closer
Down, down, down
And you are not meant to swim out of it"
also recommend to listen, Tais Urumidis (who's actually a jazz musician) has a great voice!
What else can I do
"Since the perfection is unachievable,
Why should we carry this burden?
I just wanna live my life -
And I could be..."
I also love the way lyrics are tied with chorus
the chorus going
"...blooming like a jacaranda,
I could be the vine among lianas"
oh how she compares herself to the different plants!!! so nice - if they are different, wild and free, why can't she be?
the metaphor continues:
"The air is thick with delightful scent of palms,
And I'm growing!
So, what can I do?"
just random parts about beauty:
"I'm tired of always living in the prison of (my) beauty"
"though the world will be imperfect, it will be beautiful"
"my strenghs are not just limited to my looks"
and then Mirabel returns to that metaphor!
"- Just like a sprout turns into a flower
You can rise up"
and now Isabela is sure:
"I am blooming like a jacaranda,
I am the vine among lianas"
also...
"You opened my eyes, Mira,
I love you"
I'm literally sobbing
in the last line she answers her own question:
"I can do anything!"
All of You
is called "Our kinship"
"But the fate of stars is predetermined:
The fire burns them down"
i really like these lyrics, they sound so poetic in Russian. it's a lot about personal perception but all this post is my about personal perception of songs so. the word for "fire" is "пожар" which literally means "conflagration" and sometimes used to describe a wild,uncontrollable force, some events that evolve dramatically and get out of control; it may also feel like an entity or a state of being - "пожар в душе", " the wild fire in one's soul" when a person feels a lot of complicated and conflicted yet strong emotions that won't allow them to calm
that's why the star metaphor works so well - like it's about how when a star reaches its peak, burning brightly and strongly, after that short peak of beauty and glory it inevitably dies in its own flames. self destruction motifs man
am I reading in it too much? yes. sorry
Félix after Bruno explaining himself: "I knew that, bro!" - oh, he never believed in all this "he makes bad things happen by his predictions" crap? cool
"I have so much to apologize for"
"No, little brother, we are the ones to apologize to you"
THEY APOLOGIZED!!!!!
townspeople singing:
"The candle can't be blown out,
(because) it burns inside us"
but let's return to the stars:
"The fate of stars is predetermined
For the millions of years ahead:
They bless everyone who came into this world
With their warmth and light"
I spent a half of this post talking about how poetic this is and now I'm laughing so hard again
this time? Mariano lines:
" - Hey, Mariano, why are you so gloomy? - There's a river full of love inside me..."
but the word for sad/gloomy is смурной which is kinda... old and rarely used nowadays and feels so stylistically weird here. as my friend said: "this is a word you might hear once in a decade from a random bum you meet at the bus stop"
in the end they all tell Mirabel "There's a fire inside your soul"... yet instead of пожар here they use another word, огонь, which is literally "fire"
and the difference is that if there's the fire (пожар) inside someone's soul they are tormented by strong uncontrollable emotions
but if theres a fire (огонь) inside someone's soul it's a good thing - it's about their passion, the inner strength and strong will
it's not burning them down from the inside
it keeps them warm, it gives them the energy to keep going
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mylifetherant · 10 days ago
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So, Disney put out that "We Dont Talk About Bruno, 21 Languages" version, and it made me really want to hear all of them. So i did, and catalogged it for tumblr. Tried to keep it down to two points each, so this wouldnt be any longer then its already going to be.
Theres two missing because i couldnt find the full versions online, so if anyone else has them please send them to me so i can complete the list!
Russian:
One of the lines in camillos verse is changed to, in russian, "A midnight howl, your nightmare" which fuckin slaps honestly. Also the pastor in this one sounds extra pathetic and i kinda love it.
Really just love the pronunciations of a lot of the russian language. This ones just fun for the ears honestly.
German:
Instead of saying THUNDER he just shouts EIN STORM and thats fucking hilarious.
Holy shit the camillo part in this one is. Like look ok i know the best part of the song is going to slap in any language but holy shit i did not expect to feel some type of way from the line "ein ratten" ok? Fuckin. Whoever they got to sing that part is fuckin wild and can have my babies holy fuck
Dutch:
DUN-DER
Does a really good job of capturing the inflection of the english VA's. Delores and camillo especially.
While it doesn't have any super defining features like some others, its a really smooth one to one recreation, the line changes don't interrupt the flow at all like it does in others, and honestly you could probly swap it with the english one and id never notice.
Polish:
Camilo really Spits out his verses in this one, really driving home that dark and terrifying vibe. Theres a serious force to some of his words that make them feel like theyre being hurled at you.
They actually pronounce Bruno's name differently, as a brun-yey or brun-ya, depending on the line, which i find really interesting.
Italian:
Not too crazy about this one overall
But
The FUNNIEST version of "isabella your boyfriends here" i've heard so far. You just have to hear it for yourself, i cant do it justice.
Thai:
A bit like the italian one, doesn't mesh quite as well as some others, that said
Thai-Delores verse fuckin sweeps this whole song. Its a little bit grittier and i fucking love it, really drives home the "dark secret" vibe.
Danish:
Danish-Felix puts a little flair at the end of his lines that i love. Its his own little personal oomph, that just feels like he was having fun with it.
Solid overall, though not too much that stands out.
French:
God DAMN does the french version go hard. These VAs just fuckin went OFF.
While there wasn't a lot of variance in inflection like some of the others, they really just fuckin sang their hearts out at the top of their lungs and its fuckin great.
Japanese:
Alright this was inevitable but camillo sounds like an anime villain especially during the "your boyfriends here" bit. Tell me that laugh aint straight outta your favorite shounen
I actually love the villagers verse! They have so much distinct character! Also as a sidebar, this is the best mirabel verse i've heard so far. The way she holds the "bruno" at the begining is just *chefs kiss*
Greek:
Sadly the only version i could find sounded like someone recorded it from their closet, so there might be some finer details i miss.
That said, still a solid rendition all around. Loved the voice for isabella in this one, just very pretty, idk how else to put it. Definitely on the higher end, but still mostly a one to one copy of the original. Which is not a bad thing, to clarify.
Korean:
Korean-Pepa&Felix are so much fun. Idk what it is but i love the vibes they put out.
Also, the dead fish girl just straight goes "the next day BLEG" and i fuckin wish they did that in the original because it so much funnier than saying it died.
Bulgarian
N/A for now?
Hungarian:
Sadly another low quality recording, but i don't think it suffered too much from it?
Its definitely the most unique rendition so far. Theres a weird tonal shift when camillos part comes in, and i think the beat is actually a bit slower from that point on. Whether thats good or bad ill leave up to you, im not 100% sure where i stand on it myself.
Norwegian:
Norwegian-Felix sounds like an absolute bear of a man and im kinda hear for it. Also point to Norwegian-Camillo for being the first one to actually sound like a fuckin teenager.
Also, this is more an overall but its at this point in my journey that im realizing…
Every nonenglish-version of Abuela's one line sounds almost identical, and they all sound like theyre sung by a dude. Idk what it is. Maybe my brain is suffering BrunoBrainRot.
Bahasa Malaysia:
Another A Tier dolores. As someone who preferred Camillo in the english version, in a lot of these its surprisngly Dolores who steals the show.
Also, just to make my last one look stupid, abuela is once again a woman. Actually, a lot of the VA's in this one sounded really close to the English VA's, Camillo especially.
Vietnamese
N/A for now
Euro Portugese:
Now THAT is a good Camillo. Not quite the level of some of my earlier faves, but still very good. Close to Russian Camillo.
I really enjoyed the inflection on Isebella's verse. Gave it a bit of extra oomph during a part i usually kind of glaze over. Her verse is pretty, but the slowest bit of the whole song, so i like when they do something that makes it Pop a bit more.
Brazilian Portugese:
Brazilian-Felix and the villagers both sound like theyre just having a blast. I really like the ones where it feels like they were just having fun recording.
Mirael and Camillo sound like they swapped ages, especially at the end. I cant stop picturing a 28 year old Camillo leaning on a tiny angry Mirabel's head.
Taiwanese Mandarin:
Taiwanese-Pepa is fucking beautiful. She should've gotten Isabellas verse, its so good. That said, its nice to hear an approach to Pepa that isn't so harsh.
Taiwanese-Camillo is haunting, a very ghostly quality to it. Its a different kind of spooky that i enjoy. Puts a fun spin on it.
Spanish:
Man i really saved the best for last. This is like the New Game+ of We Don't Talk About Bruno. Its the original, but better.
While there isn't anything that makes it necessarily unique, it takes every good quality from the english version and just cranks it up to 12. Def top tier material.
To close, this is a fantastic song in any language, that i'll be listening to for a very long time.
If anyone wants to hear these for themselves, i compiled a playlist for you, in order as they appear in this list: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLR5WNVkVKWQh0bSmkSLLFxxedR-28YNHr
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ast3r0se · 26 days ago
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Mr. Madrigal (Part 1)
Request : Nope
Fandom : Encanto
Pairing : Camilo x M!Reader
Warnings : Spoilers, Mentions of Cheating
DISCLAIMER : While the fic does end the same and follows most of the same situations, there are some drastic changes and tons of adapted scenes.
DISCLAIMER 2 : The reader is the SAME AGE as Camilo and Mirabel. He is 15. I don’t want anyone worrying about age differences here :]
Y/N L/N, the second odd one out of the Encanto. Like the Madrigal family, he had a power. The power to fly without wings. One issue though. He wasn’t part of the Madrigal family. He was the youngest son of la familia L/N. His family didn’t have magic like the Madrigals. They never had, until Y/N was born.
That’s why he was so “special”. He was popular around town, known as the “supposed to be Madrigal”. Everyone swarmed around him whenever he used his gift. Some watched in awe. Some tried to prove it wrong out of envy or skepticism. And others tried to win him over for the sake of popularity by association.
That’s exactly what Y/N’s boyfriend did. Julio Robledo, the “golden child” of la familia Robledo. An eye catching boy and the one and only lover of Y/N L/N. In the eyes of the town, they were the dream couple, second only to Isabella and Mariano. But as always, things were not as they appeared.
Of course, enough about that! It’s time for the story to begin!
Y/N hummed happily to himself, walking out of his house. He was greeted by the Madrigal family swarming about the town, helping in every way they could. Well, all of them except for Mirabel, who just so happened to be passing by him. He tagged along with the swarm of children surrounding her, listening to her sing about how wonderful the Familia Madrigal was.
The intros began with her abuela, her parents, and her tios and tia. Pepa, the weather woman. Julietta, the healing chef. Bruno.. the estranged fortune teller. And of course, Agustin and Felix, the men who married into the family.
Information on the adults did not seem to please the children, or Y/N for that matter, as Mirabel danced about the town. She looked awkward, but happy to talk about something for once. It was amusing, really. Y/N watched as his friend moved on to talk about the grandkids of the family, wondering if she was going to mention her own.. erm- information.
He barely noticed what direction he was walking in until he walked straight into another Madrigal, stumbling back and nearly falling, was it not for the other’s quick reflexes. Y/N opened his eyes to see the one and only Camilo Madrigal watching him curiously, the two quickly pulling away from each other once Y/N had regained his balance.
“Uh- Sorry, Camilo! I didn’t mean to uh— run into you like that.. heh.. Sorry,” Y/N scrambled out, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
Camilo let out a soft chuckle that had butterflies swarming Y/N’s stomach. He had that effect on him, okay? “Don’t worry about it, cariño. Just watch where you’re stepping next time. Don’t wanna fall into my arms again, do we?~” the brunette teased.
Y/N felt his cheeks heating up, sputtering out in a whirl. He only barely recomposed himself before Mirabel quickly returned to where Camilo and him were, taking Y/N’s hand and dragging him along.
“Wait! Will I see you at the ceremony?!” Camilo called, running after them.
“Hopefully!” the H/C male responded, watching as his friend nodded with a grin and ran ahead. He huffed in defeat and turned, quickly catching up with his best friend. “Mirabel, wait! I can’t run that fast!” he laughed.
Mirabel shot him an apologetic look, continuing on past the bridge and towards her family’s house.
Y/N let out a breathy laugh, watching as the kids found out about her gift. Or rather lack of a gift. He walked up to her and offered to help with the basket. He added in a gentle nudge after taking it, giving his friend a knowing smile.
“Come on. We have to get this stuff to your family.”
The two walked in, met with the crowded bustling of the casa Madrigal. Looking around, Y/N spotted Camilo leaning against the banister. He held the basket with one hand and waved to him with the other, sending him a warm smile before he was interrupted by Pepa’s tornado. He squeaked and stepped back, stumbling into Mirabel.
He sent her a silent apology before Isabella showed up. The H/C male rolled his eyes, watching with an uninterested look as she spoke to her sister. He took Mirabel’s hand and, with her help, took the basket of supplies to the kitchen. He gave Mirabel one last hug, waving to her parents as he left. “Adios senora y senor Madrigal! Bye Mirabel! I’ll see you at the ceremony,” he called, leaving.
The male flew back to his own house to get ready, changing into a simple, but charming outfit. He walked out of the house with his family into the moving crowd of people, catching up to his boyfriend.
“Julio! Wait up, amor!” he called out, just barely catching up. He reached out to hold his lover’s hand but was quickly denied as Julio grabbed his wrist and dragged him along. The pair approached the entrance of the house and, much to Y/N’s dismay, walked right past Camilo. Y/N looked back at his friend, seeing his crestfallen look. He smiled apologetically, being pulled further into the crowded courtyard of people.
He sighed softly as his boyfriend pulled away from him to quickly go join a group of older girls who had been fawning over him. He didn’t dwell on the empty ache in his chest, turning to watch as the ceremony began and Abuela beckoned Antonio up the steps, with Mirabel walking alongside him.
Y/N gave Mirabel and Antonio an encouraging smile, waving proudly. “You got this,” he whisper yelled.
Mirabel smiled back, walking up the steps and to the side as Antonio walked up to his door.
A burst of light and some awkward conversing between the child and a toucan later, and the whole village was dog piling into Antonio’s new room along with a whole herd of animals.
Y/N laughed and followed them, looking around the room in awe. “Wow! This is amazing!” he grinned. Looking around some more, he saw Camilo giving him a soft, seemingly loving look. And just past him, Julio stood with several girls swarming him, some even clinging to him and.. kissing him all over.
His face went from one of awe and happiness to an empty, pained expression. The male walked over to his boyfriend and shoved the girls away, slapping him right on the cheek. “You dirty cheater! You disgust me!” Y/N spat, not giving him a chance to speak before he continued. “It’s over! We are over! I’m done waiting around on you while you let these girls swarm all over you!!”
With that, Y/N left just as a picture was being called, sickened to his very core. He spotted Mirabel in the middle of the courtyard, going to speak to her only to feel.. shaking?
He shot his gaze up to see Mirabel holding a broken shingle from the roof. “Mirabel?” Y/N walked down the steps to her cautiously in hopes that she’d respond. She didn’t, far too worried about Casita and it’s shaking.
Y/N went to try and get her attention again, but was stopped by more and more shaking and cracking. “Mirabel? What’s happening..?” He helped her to her feet, following her up the steps as the doors began to flicker along with the candle. “Mirabel! The candle!” he gasped. The two turned and ran into Antonio’s room to tell the family the news.
As Mirabel led her abuela out into the courtyard to show her the damage, Camilo walked up to Y/N and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey. You alright? You- you look scared,” the boy asked.
“I’m fine, Cami- I think.. I don’t know.. It’s just- Julio practically cheated on me, we broke up, Mirabel cut her hand on a roof shingle, your house was kind of breaking down, everyone thinks she’s going crazy now.. it’s a lot..” Y/N rambled, looking up at Camilo with a nervous smile.
Camilo sighed softly, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug. “Hey. Don’t worry too much about it. I’m sure everything’s gonna be just fine. And as for Julio, he wasn’t good for you anyways. Just between you and me, he doesn’t know how to treat you right.”
“Oh? And I suppose you do?”
“Course I do!”
“Well then how does one treat me right, hm, Senorito Madrigal?”
“Well- uh-“ Camilo sputtered out. “I’d uh- I mean. You deserve to be cherished and doted on by your lover. You deserve all the love and affection in the world. A man as perfect as you needs someone to love you for you and not for the popularity or the fame. You know?”
Y/N stared at him in shock, face bright red with embarrassment. “You- you really mean all of that? Even the.. um. perfect part..?” he squeaked.
“Well- I mean, yeah.. I’d never lie to you, Carino. Not when it comes to the amount of love you really deserve,” Camilo hummed softly.
Y/N smiled up at him, sharing Camilo’s lovesick look of admiration. “Thanks, Cami. Really. That helped lots.”
“Anytime, Y/N. Now cmon. We’ve got a party to enjoy!”
Y/N laughed as he was pulled further into the party, allowing himself to be swept off his feet by the shapeshifter. He danced into the mesh of bodies, sticking close to the one he felt safest with. The two stuck as close to each other as possible, dancing the night away as if nothing else in the world mattered. As if the miracle wasn’t dying, as if the cracking had never happened, as if a heavy unease wasn’t weighing more than just one person down.
They danced, and they laughed. They sang and they cheered. They had fun until they simply couldn’t anymore.
And once the party was over, Y/N snuck over to Camilo with a soft smile. He placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, giving him a loose hug. “Until next time, Cami. Sleep well,” Y/N whispered, letting go of him to go join his family as they left.
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
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encanto17 · 12 days ago
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I hope this is my legacy. I took We Don’t Talk About Bruno and put it through all of the languages featured on that video via Google Translate, then put it back into English. And I didn’t fix the weird spacing. I left it exactly how Google Translate gave it back to me, punctuation and all. Here’s what happened. Good luck following along.
[Chorus: Paper]
I don't mean Bruno.
We're not talking about Bruno. we are talking about him
[One. Poetry: Page and Philis]
it's my wedding day (Today is our wedding)
they were made
and no clouds in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno (Toner) laughed happily.
Are you talking about that or are you talking about me? (Sorry, my life goes on)
“It's going to rain,” Bruno said. (Why do you say that?)
It filled my brain. (Grandma, buy an umbrella!)
Marriage Confusion (Fortunately, But Still)
[See: Page and Felix, Dolores]
I don't mean Bruno.
Don't talk to the brunettes (hello)...
[2. Poem: Dolores and Camilo]
He began to worry that Bruno would stumble.
I can still hear your moan
Compare the sound of falling sand (ch, ch, ch).
I work hard with such humble talent.
He is looking for his grandmother and his family.
dream interpretations
Do you understand?
A seven-legged skeleton with a rat on its back.
Everything goes black when I call your name.
Yeah, dream dreams and fall in love with your screams (hello)
[See: Page and Felix, Dolores]
I don't mean Bruno.
I don't mean Bruno. (I don't mean Bruno)
[Father. Parties: Seth, Citizen 1, TP2 and TP3]
He said the fish would die
The next day he died (no, no).
He said he would grow up
as he said (no)
I lost all my hair
Look at my head now (No, no)
When your prophecy is read Your destiny will be determined.
[Four. Poem: Isabella Papua Dolores]
He said this was my dream life.
You promise that one day you will be mine.
He said that my power will increase.
While the vines were growing in the vineyard (hello Mariano on the way)
He told me he was the man of her dreams.
I can't use it, he promised someone else.
How can I hear your voice? (Hello Hyun)
I don't want your voice (as I feel now)
i feel now
[Five. Text: Mirabel, Camilo, Abra, Isabella]
Hello Bruno
to bruno
Here's what I really need to know about Bruno:
Tell me the truth and all the truth, Bruno.
Isabella, this is your boyfriend.
nighttime
[6. City]
[Camiro] Skeleton Hexapod Rat
[Pepa] Today is my wedding.
[Felix] Today is our wedding.
[Isabella] She said life was my dream.
[Dolores] I'm alive because I'm afraid Bruno will trip.
[Camiro] When I say my name It's all dark
[Pepa] Yes, in the cloudless sky.
[Felix] In the Cloudless Sky
[Isabella] She promised to be mine someday.
[Dolores] I can still hear your moaning and laughter.
Reminds me of the sound of sand falling w-w-ch
[Camille] Yes, he has a dream.
[Pepa] Bruno laughs happily.
[Isabella] Increase physical strength.
[Dolores] Work hard for devotion
[CAMILLE] She likes you to cry.
[Felix] Dietary Supplement
[Pepa] Are you talking about me or are you talking about me?
[Felix] I'm sorry for my life. please keep going
[Isabella] The grapes planted in the vineyard are beautiful.
[Dores] He always challenges Grandma and family.
dream interpretations
Do you understand?
Hello, this is Mariano.
[Pepa] Bruno "It looks like it's going to rain"
[Felix] Why do you say that?
[Camiro] The skull has seven legs and the back is a rat.
[Isabella] I said my dream life was promised. and one day it will be mine
[Dolores] A dreamer will never come true.
[Pepa] My head is flooded.
[Felix] Grandma brought an umbrella!
[Camiro] When I say my name It's all dark
[Dolores] You're engaged to another guy, another guy.
[Pepa] I got married in a hurricane.
[Felix] Today is a good day.
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lesbiantiana · a month ago
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nobody:
my brain: ISABELLA YOUR BOYFRIEND’S HERE~
TIME FOR DINNER 
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kinschi · 5 days ago
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SEVEN FOOR FRAME RATS ALONGS HIS BACKKKKK ISABELLA YOUR BOYFRIENDS HERE!!!!
You know I was going to say "thanks, now I got the song stuck in my head again" as if I don't hear it 24/7 in my head anyways so- TIME FOR DINNNERR!!
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