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dilemmaontwolegs · 10 months

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Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {1}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Charles and Lando come to your apartment for the thank you dinner as promised. Warnings: 18+ only, sexual tension, alcohol, touching? WC: 2.4k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four

Black smoke billowed out of the pan you thought you had turned off and you rushed to toss it in the sink before opening a window. The breeze was a moment too late to clear the air of the dark tendrils snaking higher and they soon reached the smoke detector, the piercing sound of its alarm filling your kitchen.

“Shit,” you cursed as you tried to jump and hit the detector to shut it off but you were just too short. “Double shit.”

A knock sounded at your door and you threw it open, grabbing whoevers hand it was and dragging them inside. “Thank god, hit that fucking thing for me will you?” you asked, realising it was Charles who had arrived on time, unsurprisingly.

His nose wrinkled at the heavy stench of smoke and he rose onto his toes to reach up and turn off the alarm. “You look like you have been, um…creative.”

You smiled at the attempt of a compliment before laughing at the situation. In the cold pan on the stove were the chicken breasts that were meant to be frying and you slapped your forehead as you realised you had turned the wrong element on. “Looks like we are going out to dinner, which is probably safer. I don’t think I could have kept my promise not to give you food poisoning by the looks of it.”

“I’m not dressed to go out,” he said as he looked down at his polo and chinos.

“Are you kidding me? You look like a damn model.”

“Thanks. It’s not easy being this handsome,” Lando said as he walked in the front door that was still open, a bottle of wine in his hands. “I see your cooking skills are as good as mine.”

“Har-har,” you drawled as you reached into the cupboards and got three wine stems out. “Liquid dinner it is.”

“Haven’t you sworn off drinking?” Charles asked as he rummaged around your cutlery drawers, finding the corkscrew for Lando.

“Pfft, that was just for summer break to stop the PR team from riding my ass,” you said with a grin. “Plus, you two won’t let me get into trouble. At least not too much.”

The cork popped open and Charles took the bottle from Lando to read the label. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about,” he laughed as he handed the Prosecco back.

“What?” Lando asked with a frown as he turned it around to see the label. “The lady at the shop said this was good.”

“Sure, for an afternoon at the beach, but it won’t get you drunk.”

You took the bottle from his hands and kissed his cheek to erase the pout on his face. “It is the perfect starter course, and my bar is fully stocked with the hard stuff.”

“No,” Charles sighed as he took the bottle and poured three drinks. “I’m sure there is something salvageable to eat. No drinking on an empty stomach.”

You raised your glass to him. “I wish you luck, my kitchen is cursed.”

He tapped his glass with yours and winked. “I’m a miracle worker, watch me.”

You sat with Lando at the kitchen table as he showed you some photos he had taken throughout the year that hadn’t been posted online, keeping you entertained with stories that would get him in trouble if they ever got out. Every now and then you would check on Charles who familiarised himself with your kitchen, opening and closing all the cupboards and drawers before sighing.

“Admit defeat yet?”

His green eyes narrowed at you from across the room. “Never. I just can’t find any- of nevermind. What is this monstrosity?” He pulled a large jar out of the fridge and grimaced at the sight.

“Crushed garlic,” you said obviously but he grew even more offended by the jar as he held it at arms length away.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered as he opened the lid and sniffed it. “It will do, I suppose.”

“What are you cooking?” Lando asked as he saw the ingredients lined up on the bench.

“Chicken pesto pasta.” He didn’t even look up as he sliced some limes up, muttering that lemons would have been better.

“See, this is what I was looking for,” you said to Lando as you rested your chin on your hand watching Charles navigate the kitchen comfortably. “He cooks for me, you did my laundry, you’re both good looking and funny. That’s what I need from a man, I need the love child of Charlando. I give up. It’s impossible. I’m never going to find that.”

“Okay, this definitely isn’t going to be enough,” Lando said as he took the almost empty glass from your hand and rose from the chair. You and Charles both watched him cross over to the wet bar and tap his fingers along his lips as he debated what spirits to choose. “We need to cheer you up, I’m thinking tequila sunrise or strawberry daiquiri?”

“And music,” Charles added as he diced an onion that had been hiding at the back of your refrigerator for who knows how long. “Not mine, because it’s all depressing.”

“So music and drinks…why don’t we just go out?”

Neither looked happy at your suggestion and they both shook their heads. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture from your brother,” Lando admitted.

Lando plugged his phone into your stereo and some soft pop song started to play in the background as Charles said, “And it's too loud to talk in a club. This is nice, no?”

“I guess the company is half decent,” you teased.

Charles chuckled and beckoned you over with a curl of his finger that had a dollop of creamy pesto sauce on the end. “Taste test.”

Your stomach clenched as you parted your lips for him and his eyes held yours, the moment too intimate to dare break. His lips parted with a silent sigh when your tongue rolled over the pad of his finger, and he took a harsh breath as your lips sealed around it and sucked it clean.

“Hmmm,” you moaned as the flavours coated your tongue and you pulled back, licking your lips as you did. “Oh my god, Charles, that is delicious.”

You couldn’t help noticing how the green of his eyes had been swallowed by his blown pupils or the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed twice before he could muster a response. “Now that I’ve seen your cooking, I’m sure everything else tastes delicious.”

“It’s not that bad,” you said with a laugh as your attention was pulled away and a shot glass was placed into your hand. “I thought we were having cocktails?”

“We will, but,” Lando said as he reached past Charles to grab the salt before he sprinkled a line across his hand. “Tequila first, sunrise later.” He grabbed a wedge of lime next and pinched it between his teeth with a daring curl of his eyebrow.

The food was forgotten as Charles watched you wrapped your fingers around Lando’s wrist before running your tongue across his skin. The grains of salt coated your tongue as you raised the glass to your lips and tipped the liquor back under their heated stares. You swallowed the liquor and inhaled the fiery burn that followed as you eyed up lime waiting between Lando’s lips.

This moment balanced on a knife's edge and you could feel how influential it could be on making or breaking the friendship you had with both Lando and Charles. This was the line in the sand that once you crossed there could be no return.

No one dared to breathe. No one dared to move.

They were waiting for you.

You licked your lips of the salty spirit residue and stepped closer to him. Your fingers trailed up his neck to tease the short hairs on his nape as you pulled his head down to meet yours and you bit the lime, tearing it from his lips as the sour juice ran down your chin.

“You’re a bad influence,” you teased as you wiped away the excess and stepped back.

The tension in the air evaporated with his proud grin and Charles chuckled as he turned back to the pan before it burned for a second time.

“I’m just trying to cheer you up,” he replied innocently.

He made his way back to the wet bar with a little dance that had you laughing again. “It’s working.”

The sunset made the perfect backdrop over Monte-Carlo as you stepped out onto the balcony with a plate in each hand and placed them on the small square table. The music drifted out from the french doors after Lando queued enough songs to last the night and joined you and Charles with the extra strong drinks he had made.

“We should do this more often,” you said as a calm settled within you and you watched the yachts dotting the sea beyond the marina.

“What should we toast to?” Lando asked as he placed your glass in front of you, the cocktail matching the orange skyline.

“Single life?” you offered, earning a snort from him as he dropped into the seat beside you, mirroring Charles on the other side.

“How about the hunt?” Charles joked and you groaned at the reminder. “Since we are all looking for love now.”

“Not me,” you surprised them. “I’ve deleted every dating app from my phone and given up. I might even get a cat to keep me company.”

“I thought ‘a girl had needs’?” Lando teased with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Nothing a little self love can’t take care of,” you muttered to your drink as you took a sip, making Charles choke on his. “What? It’s true. You can’t tell me that you don't use your hand out when you need it.”

“We definitely need to do this more often,” Lando chuckled as he spared a fork full of extremely overcooked pasta.

Charles sent a grin across the table to Lando before their eyes turned to you, a mischievous glint reflecting in both pairs as Charles agreed with a nod.

“Then let’s cheers to that,” you said as you raised your glass.

“To the three of us,” Charles winked, clinking your glasses.

“The three of us.”

The empty plates were neatly stacked and the last rays of light had long disappeared, but you weren’t ready for the night to be over. The air was growing cold and the fading solar lights dotted around the deck were starting to attract bugs, interrupting the peaceful lull in conversation.

“Do you want to stay and watch a movie? You probably shouldn’t drive anyway.” You hoped your question didn’t sound too eager and tried to cover it up with the logical statement. It was needless though as they both perked up at the offer and started to clear the table.

“I’m up for a movie night,” Lando agreed as he took the glasses, leaving Charles to take the plates. “Another round?”

“Yes, please. I’ll meet you on the couch.”

You went to your room and changed out of the jeans and top you were wearing, opting for an oversized white AlphaTauri shirt you often slept in instead, before dragging the quilt off your bed. You switched the lights off around the apartment as you passed them and flopped down onto the couch between the two men who had been quietly chatting. Lando reached for the refilled glasses on the coffee table and handed you yours as you asked, “What are we watching?”

“Nothing sad or Charles will cry,” he said with a little laugh as he helped spread the blanket over everyone.

“And nothing with shooting or Lando will cry,” Charles shot back with his own teasing smirk.

“And nothing with romance or I will cry,” you added as you swiped up the remote and scrolled through the options on Netflix. “Guess that leaves horror. Paranormal Activity?”

You wanted to look away but you couldn’t as the crackling image on the screen only grew darker. You knew what was coming but it still didn’t stop the squeak that escaped your lips or the way your tense body startled at the jump scare.

The guys chuckled as if you hadn’t felt their legs knock yours at the sudden slam of a door and the blanket shifted until you felt a comforting hand on each thigh, resting just below the hem of the shirt. It took everything in you to keep still as their palms warmed your skin and the heat spread to your core and you felt Charles’ thumb start to draw soothing circles.

Under the guise of settling back into your skin after the fright, you laid back into the cushions and stretched your legs out. From the corner of your eye you could see Lando bite his lip as the shift left their hands even higher up your thighs, almost brushing the lace edge of your panties.

“Scared, chérie?” Charles asked, his voice a little deeper than usual.

It wasn’t the horror movie that was causing a fine tremor to work its way over your body, setting every nerve ending alight. And it certainly wasn’t the horror movie that was causing the goosebumps to tingle across your skin.

It had been a long time since a man came so close to you that your core was turning to molten lava without even being touched and you lost the battle to remain still, your thighs clenching together in search of friction. You could feel a second heartbeat throbbing between the juncture and as the blanket slipped down your body your peaked nipples were easy to spot through the thin material.

“Not exactly,” you uttered as Lando’s fingers squeezed your thigh, almost as if he were silently begging you to part them for him.

“You’re shaking,” Lando murmured close to your ear.

“I know,” you whispered as your throat clogged with the pleas for them to touch you, to slide their hands just another inch higher and sate the need your body craved.

You felt the touch of Charles’ shaped beard along your jaw before his lips brushed your ear. “Breathe, chérie. We’ll take care of you.”

His thumb drew another circle and your chest expanded with the softest gasp as you felt the pad of his digit run along the seam of your underwear.

Lando mirrored his friend, his breath hot on your neck where his lips set a trail of scorching fire to your ear. “Will you let us take care of you?”

Click here for part two.

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chinomiko · 3 months

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Hi Chino🤗 I grew up with the My Candy Love saga and I am a big fan of your work! I also had a few questions and I would be very grateful if you took the time to answer them.

I can’t wait to play My Candy Love New Gen and see what you have prepared for us! I wanted to know if you have a favorite character/a character that you are most proud of?

Also, I don't know if you’re aware but the My Candy Love community is more active than ever right now, especially on Twitter!! What do you think about this?

The Nathaniel x Castiel ship is also very popular right now and many players still think that there is a hidden love story between the two haha😄 You, who know the game better than anyone: I wanted to know if there was any truth to this? I know a lot of people headcanon Castiel as bisexual and Nathaniel as pansexual… What do you think? And could this be canon?

Have a good day !💞

Hi First of all, thanks a lot ! 🥰 I can't wait for everyone to play too, even if now that it's getting close I'm gonna get stressed too ahah.

I'll avoid saying who are my fav characters because then there is always stupid rumors going around sorry 🥲

As for all the activity on Twitter, unfortunately it is a social media I am not fond of using myself, but I am very grateful for it and I keep an eye on it even if I don't post ! 💕

Cast x Nath, I think I've answered that so much already in the past. 😂 Castiel and Nath have absolutely 0 love story between them. They just became friends with time. And they are nor bi nor pan, I am afraid they are both just Candysexual.

#chinomiko #my candy love #otome game #canon facts

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luuknowsbetter · 3 months

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𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗞𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝟭 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 (𝗔𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀) 𝗽𝘁.𝟮

Helloo againn, ah jaksja se hacía la gringa vist¿

buee, acá vamo con la parte doss,porque why not? btw if you wanna read this TRANSLATE IT okk?

────────────────────────────────────────

Kenshi Takahashi

・hace chistes de ciegos SI.

・se sienta a ver la tele

・si te cruzas con él te dice "uy disculpa loco, no te vi"

・es hincha de independiente

・escucha Tan Bionica PERO LO VA A NEGAR A MUERTE

・trabajaba en el chino con Kung Lao hasta que bue...pasaron cosas

・se hizo amigo de Johnny en el super,al principio se odiaban pero kenshi trabajaba en la caja todo el dia entonce se veían todos los dias

・en navidad/año nuevo lleva el pan dulce, pero el de chocolate pq el otro dice que no le gusta

・"feliz año,por fin terminó este año de mierda" todos los años dice lo mismo

・es chino y se vino para Argentina esperando tener mas oportunidades (terminó trabajando en un chino)

・se pone a hablar con tus tios de anecdotas re interesantes

・él pensó que se trataba de cieguitos

Mileena

・es re turra

・seguro escucha la Joaqui o los wachiturros, una onda asi

・turra orgullosa

・fan de la Joaqui y de la chabona

・si te la cruzas en la calle de noche mejor cruzate de vereda

・vió el video de Maria becerra depilandose con la gillette seguro

・en las juntadas es la primera en ponerse en pedo

・vive en un barrio medio peligroso, pero porq ella es la peligrosa

・siempre la vas a ver tomando algo, birra,fernet,hasta sidra

Kitana

・es re milipili

・usa crocs rosa con plataforma

・escucha Tini, emilia,y marama

・tiene una re pileta en la casa y seguro te invita en verano porque ella es un amor, aunque medio densa

・en verano se va de vacaciones con las amigas a Carlos Paz

・"ay boluda" "amiga" "gorda" "re yo"

・un amor es

・aunque siempre fue re cheta iba a colegio publico

・solo toma vodka o semejantes a bebidas chetas

・vive comprando cosas con la tarjeta del papi (aprovechando que está re muerto-

・alguna vez habrá dicho algo muy cancelable seguro

・ni en pedo te sube a un colectivo

・dice blda cada dos segundos (era yo hajsjas)

・fan del k-pop. seguro te intenta enseñar todas las coreos

・ve series coreanas de Netflix

・en las juntadas lleva hamburguesas pq no le gusta el asado

・tiene un perro comprado

Raiden

・hace un re quilombo con Kung Lao siempre que puede

・"PARATE DE MANOS GIL"

・de nuevo, re denso con el fifa junto con Kung Lao y no se banca perder

・en las jodas baila toda la noche obvio

・en año nuevo se re emociona jaksjak mivi

・en navidad ayuda a poner la mesa y a lavar los platos

・also, es el que se lleva a los nenes afuera para que no vean que ponen los regalos

・cuando va a conocr a tus viejos por primera vez está mas nervioso quel pingo pobrecito

・encima tu viejo dice que es medio boludo kasjka pero le cae bien

・ganó el bingo pero en el truco siempre le rompen el orto

・lleva las papas fritas en las juntadas

・seguro escucha Árbol o cruzando el charco, una banda asi bien verga pero él es el unico q escucha eso (eso si, laberguiso ni en pedo te escucha, escucha musica de mierd pero no es pelotudo)

・siempre lo ponen de niñero por algun motivo

・es re tierno pero es medio boludo, igual es un amor el pibe

Sindel

・fan de karina la princesita

・es una emperatriz asi que obvio que es re cheta

・siempre está trabajando y no le da bola a las hijas, pero igual es buena madre

・se va de vacaciones a mar del plata o un lugar por el estilo

・se deja las canas pero le quedan re bien,,

・en navidad es la típica tia que jode a todos para q bailen con ella (medio chupada ta)

・los amigos de las hijas le dicen milf

・ella no sabe que carajos es eso

・toma vino. pero vino solo, ni en pedo lo corta con nada, y encima lo toma en copa o en un vaso re cheto

・pregunta como se pone netflix en el tele siendo que el control tiene el botón de acceso directo jaksjaks que reina

・como que intenta adaptarse a la onda de ahora, tipo tini, emilia, etc. pero le sale mal y termina siendo como marge en ese capitulo de los simpsons

・igual ella acepta su edad, no como los pelotudos que son pendeviejos, hijos de put-

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buenasss, jaksj espero q les haya gustado

voten y comenten si less gustó <3

also, una fotito de enzo porque soy simp por este Uruguayo lindo

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #mk x reader #mk1 2023 #mk1 kitana #kitana #kitana mk #mileena #sindel #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat kenshi #raiden #raiden mk1

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steddieonmywaywardson · 1 year

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Haunted

Here’s my first ever Stranger Things fic! It’s for @thefreakandthehair ‘s Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge and was inspired by @strangersteddierthings idea of a haunted Steve. Hope everyone enjoys!

Steve is haunted.

It all started back in 1983 with Barb’s death.

He hasn’t used the pool since that fateful night. He’d glanced out of the window back then, when he’d been upstairs with Nancy, to see Barb sitting out there all alone. He remembers closing the curtains on her and not giving her a second thought.

If only he had.

Since his parents are never home these days, the pool has been sitting unused until the water has mostly evaporated. The tiles are cracked and there’s a layer of green scum sitting on the bottom of it. The ugly brown water stains around the sides look like weeping wounds. If his parents had taken the time to go out into the backyard and check on it, they would’ve had it fixed.

Steve kind of likes the way it looks. Something even uglier happened to Barb there. He sees her at the pool all the time even though he never goes down there. He sees her face from the window. Smiling at her latest report card, shaking her head fondly at him, shyly trying not to stare at that kid from the school band she had a crush on, or teasing Nancy. All of those Barbs are down there and Steve thinks that’s where she’ll be forever.

There’s no relief for him in the house. It’s haunted by a different type of memory entirely. Everywhere he goes he sees his parents. His father adjusting one of his silk ties in the mirror above the fireplace, his mother’s expensive heels clacking on the polished parquet flooring. He smells his Dad’s cologne in the bathroom, his Mom’s face cream in their bedroom. They’re here, they’re always here and yet they’re never here.

Chicago. New York. Paris. Italy. Japan. He loses track.

People expect him to hate his parents. To resent how much they’ve been away. But he doesn’t. Not all of the ghosts are bad. No, there are different ghosts that float around the Harrington house. Sometimes a smell or a sound will bring them back. Sometimes unexpectedly.

Dustin chews on a peppermint when Steve hosts Hellfire. It’s Christmas and Steve’s Dad is dressed in a full Santa outfit although the graying beard hangs loose. He’s giving a hearty ‘ho-ho-ho’ as he hands over a sackfull of toys while his grandmother’s candy cane cookies bake in the oven and his Mom hums her favorite Christmas Carols.

Eleven’s party poppers to celebrate her birthday. They’re his party poppers as his Mom arranges paper plates printed with dinosaurs on the massive dining room table. His father wobbles on a ladder as he hangs balloons and streamers. His grandfather picks him up so he can touch the ceiling and pretend he’s flying like Peter Pan.

Sometimes, Steve haunts himself. When he applies for the job at Family Video or goes to the library to sneak a look at college brochures. He looks up and sees King Steve staring at him in his reflection. Sneering at him. Perfect King Steve in his preppy polo shirts and immaculately ironed chinos. Not a single hair out of place. Underneath those clothes Steve knows his body is perfect too. No scars or blemishes. He doesn’t have to hide in sweaters or layers.

He looks away when King Steve starts to laugh at him.

Steve grabs his jacket, suddenly unable to bear being in the house alone any longer. His ghosts try to follow him but he slams the front door on them all. He hurries down the path and out into the street. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of the thin jacket he strides down the streets.

For a while, as usual, he feels safe. They can’t get to him here. Not Barb. Not his parents. Not even King Steve who only ever shows up, ironically, in reflections.

Maybe the ghosts can’t get him. But the demon can.

Because even in the darkened streets of Hawkins, he’s haunted. And it’s the worst of them all. He would take all of his ghosts combined forever if it could vanish the demon.

Eddie Munson.

He’s everywhere. His voice. His image. The smell of his body odor as he’s forced to hide from the people who want him dead. He walks beside Steve, but this isn’t the carefree theatrical Eddie who stands on cafeteria tables.

This Eddie is haunted too.

His Hellfire t-shirt is stained, saturated with the sickly reddish-brown of his spilt blood. Through the tears in his jeans, he can see open wounds. The demon smiles and a cut across his cheek splits open, fresh blood spilling over into his mouth. He grimaces and Steve can smell the acrid stench of vomit.

Steve runs.

And runs.

He doesn’t know where he’s going until he almost goes over the edge. He skids in the mud, realizing he’s standing atop the large hill that overlooks the Hawkins Salvage Yard. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest and his limbs feel shaky as he tries to level out his breathing.

He’s not sure exactly how long he stays there. But it’s long enough that the sun starts to rise. It casts a soothing glow over the piles of discarded cars. The sky lights up with soft pinks and oranges.

“Huh. I don’t think I knew this part of town existed. It’s beautiful.”

Steve turns around and he’s there. Not King Steve. Not the demon Eddie. The real one. He’s wrapped up in a leather jacket against the early morning breeze. He smiles at Steve and it’s just like the sunrise. It stretches the pink scar across his cheek.

“Bad night?” Eddie continues as he stands beside Steve and admires the lit up salvage yard below them.

“Something like that,” Steve answers. He doesn’t talk about the hauntings. Everyone he knows, Eddie included, has their own ghosts to deal with.

“Yeah, I know about that,” is Eddie’s quiet reply. Steve feels a motion to his left, he looks down and Eddie’s hand is reaching out. He’s wearing all of his favorite silver rings and his black nail polish is chipped.

Steve takes his hand and the two of them watch the sunrise together.

#lexsspringfanworkschallenge steddie #steddie fic #steven harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #thomas writes

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swampstew · 1 year

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KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language.

Killer is a TikTok content creator recording cooking and baking videos, and Eustass Kid is his taste tester. These are there shenanigans. This series was entirely inspired by Instagram Star - Justinsaiyann - a very good looking and buff baker who shows off his skills and glutes in the kitchen. Written to star the Kid Pirates in a modern setting.

With the camera set in place, Killer dusted his apron and straightened his helmet one last time before pressing the ‘Go Live’ button, muttering a quick, "It's show time," under his breath.

“Hello, Killer here,” raising a hand in the air, the quarter sleeve of his dress shirt rolled neatly on his forearm. “Time for another day of relaxing vibes and delicious desserts. Today, I’m making Double Chocolate Mint Brownies. I love a goody, gooey brownie, especially when there’s mini chocolate chips and ganache involved.”

As he spoke the well-rehearsed introduction, Killer wandered around the kitchen pulling out mixing tools and fixing himself a glass of bubble milk tea, congregating on the island countertop. Oven already preheated, eggs and butter on standby and at room temperature. Slurping up a tapioca ball, he paused for a minute while he chewed.

“Mm, ‘scuse me, didn’t expect that one to come up all the way. Tasty. Moving on, you know my number one motto: A clean and sterile working environment is best when dealing with things you intend to eat. And please, enough with the Jason Vorhees jokes, my mask looks nothing like his. I’m trying to make a name for myself as an independent serial killer……of hunger and all your hearts,” he brought his hands together to make a heart shape for the audience.

The ping of a microtransaction being made caught Killer’s attention, leaning close to his phone. Someone had bought and redeemed a highlighted message, and it was one of those moments he wished he hadn’t added that incentive, now being forced to read and answer it live.

“MurderinoSquadAssemble has this to say – ‘a serial killer of hunger and OUR hearts? Seems sus but ok. #redflagbehavior.’ Calm down armchair detective. For the record, I haven’t been caught yet and it won’t be to the likes of you.”

Biting down a chuckle, Killer stepped back to put on plastic gloves, a baking hat, and his favorite apron. It was a faded blue color but what really made it endearing for him, was the print.

That’s Hot

It had a small whisk and measuring spoons sprawled on the bottom, and the capital T had a baker’s hat falling off it. Underneath the text, a stovetop on fire. A gift from Kid on his 25th birthday.

Smiling privately, Killer turned to give the audience his side profile as he tied the apron strings. His dress shirt clung to his muscled arms, threatening to burst if he flexed too hard. His ass looked firm and thick in the dark chino relaxed pants he wore.

Prepping the baking tray, Killer explained the ingredients he was using and his choices for alternatives. He preferred to use ethically sourced chocolate and tapioca flour instead of all-purpose flour. He used vegan butter but liked to brown it first to caramelize a bit before combining it to the batter.

“This flour is what I used to make the tapioca pearls for my milk tea in my 14th video. It’s still up if you want to check it out and give it some love,” he poured the batter into the pans.

Turning around completely, he walked to the oven to place the pan on the middle rack. Killer didn’t need to bend down as much as he did to place the pan inside. He also didn’t need to jut his hips backwards a little to make his butt look bigger on camera, but it was nice hearing the pings echoing in the kitchen as he was gifted with tips and praise. Not that he’d admit that to anyone of course.

Killer turned the volume of his Bluetooth speaker louder, enjoying the lofi channel playlist he chose for the day’s stream. It was hard to find good music these days, not with a DMCA lawsuit one flagged video away.

“You can find where I use the same ingredients for the pre-made mint filling layer in my 20th video, when I made my homemade No-reos.”

Underneath the kitchen island countertop was a small red button that Killer pushed. That was the alarm indicator Kid had installed to notify the redhead that it was time for him stop what he was doing, get dressed, and join the video for the taste test.

Hoping beyond hope that Kid would be wearing the clothes Killer laid out for him, the masked man entertained the audience. Acknowledging the redeemed gifts, answering comments and questions and taking a much needed bathroom break. Letting the ads run a bit longer to milk the revenue, Killer stood at the doorway waiting for Kid to make an appearance. Asshole was running late, unbelievable. HE WANTED to be in the live streams, Killer didn’t ask him to be a part of it.

Shaking his head, he sat down in front of the camera, preparing to be KillerCook once more. The oven had three minutes left on the timer and the smell of chocolate wafted. The stream continuing, he began whisking the ganache to pour over the brownies.

Killer heard Kid walking through the hallway as he whisked. Bursting through the door, shirtless, his golden piercings that littered his nipples, nose bridge and ears shined from the open kitchen windows that showed a beautiful sunny day outside.

Timer going off, Killer fumbled to the back while hissing out, “Put a fucking shirt on! Why do you do this every time?!”

“C’mon Kill, they’re not gonna ban you for male nipples, be real.”

“Not risking it, we’re already on thin ice for using copyright music after 2 warnings. Remember? That’s how you lost Your Job as the video editor. Put on a shirt or I pull the plug.”

Angrily swearing, Kid walked back through the door to find a shirt.

“The last step is pouring the ganache over the mint layer and spreading it evenly for a smooth coating. Then you’ll want to store it in the fridge to let the top layer set. This will take up to an hour or you can keep it in longer until you’re ready to eat.”

Cutting into the pan to prepare a square for Kid, the masked baker placed both the pan and the taste test piece in the fridge. Killer once again entertained the audience for the 5 minutes it took for Kid to come back, in a ruffled black vest that was unbuttoned. Killer pulled out a chair for him and went to retrieve the taste test square, placing it on the table in front of Kid.

Coming into view of the camera with an annoyed pout on his face, Kid shot a sneer at Killer before tightening his jaw and looking directly into the lens.

“Alright, now the reason you’re all really here. To watch me eat shit you can’t have and look hot doing it.”

Standing straight, he stuck out his right arm and flexed, slowly moving it down with deliberate motions that further focused on his bulging muscles instead of the baked good. Bringing it to his face, Kid licked his maroon painted lips before taking a bite with a grin. Letting out an approving grunt.

“How’s it taste?”

“Tastes damn good, brother,” Kid responded, biting into the brownie again.

“Can you uh elaborate some more for the audience?”

“It’s chocolate, tastes like chocolate,” he grunted out in between bites.

Sighing deeply, “Does the texture feel balanced? Is it too dry? Can you even taste the mint I added with the chocolate chips?”

Licking his fingers clean and wiping his mouth with the back of hand, Kid shrugged. “Tastes perfect. Like any good brownie should be, it’s moist,” devilish smirk on his face and he faced the camera.

Feeling Killer’s serious as fuck glare through the mask, “Yeah yeah you can taste the mint. It doesn’t overwhelm the chocolate but it wasn’t overstated either. Like a little nudge wanting acknowledgment.”

“And there you have it, moist and acknowledged. Tune in next time when I make one of my favorite dishes, Spaghetti aglio e olio. It’s simple to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

End Livestream.

Killer lifted his baker’s hat, helmet and took his hairnet off, pulling his hair from the tight wound rubber elastic he’d put it in.

“One of these days you’re going to get me banned, dickwad. Think about that the next time you want to fuck around. All those comments of praise and validation gone just like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Because you can’t stop being a dumb whore for 5 minutes.”

“I’m a whore?! Oh stuff a brownie in yer mouth and calm down. You’re not you when you’re hangry,” Kid snickered, ducking out of the kitchen to avoid the stainless-steel bowls flung at him.

Bonus: The comment section

ICantEven101: Killer-san, why won’t my sauce stick to my noodles? KillerCook: You may be using too much oil or butter. A good trick is to add in pasta water to thicken the sauce. Corn starch is a good binder as well.

VanillyExtract: PunkNeverDied69 can I take you on a date? 🥺 PunkNeverDied69: You can’t afford my tastes.

GimmeDa’Za: Day 15 of asking for a Heat cameo and dutch oven pizzas. FlamingHot420: Why are you people obsessed with me? I walked into the kitchen ONE TIME.

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confield · 1 year

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PSA

If you're into any of the following bands/artists: Autechre, Ryoji Ikeda, Pan Sonic, alva noto, Bernard Parmegiani, Alice Coltrane, Pharoah Sanders, TODAY IS THE DAY, Peter Rehberg, Merzbow, Oval, Yasunao Tone, Pierre Schaeffer, Pierre Henry, Hecker, Unwound, Albert Ayler, Sun Ra, John Cage, Muslimgauze, Jan Jelinek, Anthony Braxton, Farmers Manual, Daphne Oram, Mira Calix, Einstürzende Neubauten, Eric Dolphy, Karleinz Stockhausen, Maryanne Amacher, Edgar Varèse, Iannis Xenakis, Laurel Halo, Fennesz, General Magic, Gescom, Ramleh, Prurient, Vladimir Ussachevsky, Pauline Oliveros, William Basinski, Luc Ferrari, Matthew Shipp, City of Caterpillar, Kouhei Matsunaga, Sensational, Mike Ink, Coil, Nobukazu Takemura, Halim El-Dabh, Martin Tetrault, Tod Dockstader, Matana Roberts, Chicago Underground Quartet, Microstoria, Vladislav Delay, Sonny Sharrock, Beatrice Dillon, SND, Mark Fell, Mika Vainio, Robin Rimbaud, Darkthrone, Christoph de Babalon, Toshimaru Nakamura, Steve Roden, Lithops, Nisennenmondai, Tackhead, Aaron Dilloway, Henry Flynt, Foehn, Yamantaka Eye, Portraits of Past, Pg99, Maxwell Sterling, Slint, Big Black, Russell Haswell, Sébastien Roux, Loraine James, Surgeon, Terrence Dixon, Underground Resistance, Dopplereffekt, Plastikman, Wolfgang Voigt, Robert Hood, Cecil Taylor, Matmos, Kangding Ray, Hijokaidan, Babyfather, Team Doyobi, Paul Lansky, Art Ensemble of Chicago, Soul Oddity, Kid606, Hugh Le Caine, Actress, Klein, Sven-Åke Johansson, Porter Ricks, Luciano Berio, The Third Eye Foundation, Grischa Lichtenberger, Replikants, Genocide Organ, Joji Yuasa, The Jesus Lizard, African Head Charge, Drive Like Jehu, Peter Brotzmann, Sonic Youth, Jawbox, Chino Amobi, Luke Vibert, James Ferraro, Florian Hecker, Tim Hecker, Eyehategod, Gorgoroth, Basic Channel, Maurizio, Steve Reich, Mouse on Mars, Burial, The Future Sound of London, Dean Blunt, Susumu Yokota, Skream, Benga, Farben, Polvo, Keiji Haino, The Black Dog, LFO, The Bug, SOPHIE, Global Communication, B12, Jlin, Stereolab, Pole, Kraftwerk, Yellow Magic Orchestra, Juan Atkins, Wormrot, Oli XL, Napalm Death, Orchid, Bitch Magnet, Codeine, Microstoria, Moss Icon, Frank Bretschneider, Joey Beltram, Jeromes Dream, A Guy Called Gerald or DJ Manny

I am looking for a sugar baby to spoil with a $5000 weekly allowance. DM me if you are interested.

#long post #music

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vertumnanaturalis · 3 months

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i finished drawing, cirrus, connie, stratus, cumulus, nimbus, nena, chino, ves (one of my favorites!! they look so cool.), misu-misu, kelvin, mac, pan, whimsy and praline for the first time.

im trying to get stuff set up to do more detailed designs!!! :D

i was also wondering if i could get some notes on the characters? right now im only drawing them once and not really doing much with them, but when I color them i want to know what you imagine them to be. also, for the newer post, it doesn't have the full names. could I have those, too?

this is a lot of fun to do, so thanks again for giving me the permission to!

I'm so excited to see it!! I made you some more detailed notes on Nem's little brothers (below the cut) and got some basic colors for the rest of them, so while it's not everything I hope this is good for now ^^,

and as for names and such, here you go! The bolded information is whats pulled from canon, the rest is my interpretation

Cirrus - He/Him - 6 at landing (turns 7 before Sol wakes up) - Anemone's little brother, one of the triplets

Stratus - He/Him - 6 at landing (turns 7 before Sol wakes up) - Anemone's little brother, one of the triplets

Cumulus - He/Him - 6 at landing (turns 7 before Sol wakes up) - Anemone's little brother, one of the triplets ; Kid with an animal tail augment (fennec fox)

Nimbus - He/Him - 3 at landing - Anemone's littlest brother, explicitly not one of the triplets

Nena - Nectarine - She/Her - 5 at landing - Photosynthesis augment ; A possible death if the bomb goes off during Glow 18

Chino - Maraschino - He/Him & She/Her* - 2 at landing - Firestarter augment

Ves - Effervescence - He/Him (& They/Them post-Helio) - 5 at landing - Nocturnal vision augment

Misu Misu - Mistletoe - She/Her - 6 at landing - An orphan from the wormhole crash now being raised in the creche ; Attempts to sneak out through one of the drainpipes as a child ; Sorrel and Thicket’s baby sister

Kelvin - He/Him - 6 at landing - A kid with a family who's still being raised in the creche ; Attempts to sneak out through one of the drainpipes as a child

Pan - Panache - He/Him - 2 at landing - Kelvin's brother, who is notably not being raised in the creche ; A possible death during the Glow 14 attacks

Mac - Macaroni - She/Her & He/Him* -1 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - No pain augment

Connie - Contrivance - He/Him - 1 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - Shark tooth augment ; A possible death during the Glow 14 attacks

Whimsey - She/Her - 0 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - Kid with an animal ear augment (sheep ears & horns) ; An orphan from the wormhole crash now being raised in the creche

Praline - She/Her - 0 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - Kid with an animal ear augment (goat ears & horns) ; An orphan from the wormhole crash now being raised in the creche

Benji - Benzodiazepine - He/Him - 0 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - Kid with an animal tail augment (dog)

Ena - Enigma - She/Her - 1 at landing [design reflects age 2+] - The last child born in space, just a short while before coming through the wormhole

(* a child named Maraschino with the nickname 'Mara' and 'she/her' pronouns is listed in the games files, but the Maraschino encountered in-game is called Chino and referred to with he/him pronouns. I decided to take them both as canon and have Maraschino use both freely from a young age, a trait I also gave Mac. For consistency, I usually use he/him for Chino and she/her for Mac.)

A public copy of my npc list is 99% ready to share, I just need to make a quick opening page and it'll be ready to go, so hopefully I'll be posting that later today.

And the more detailed notes for the brothers

#i was a teenage exocolonist #iwatex #asks #npc catalog #sorry for the delay I was hoping to post them both at the same time but alas

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vannyqwea · 27 days

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Le dijeron volao de la esquina a mi chile con solo ver esto y yo le digo que le faltó lo pasao chela, el wn que se compra unos gramos por luca en la esquina pa luego irse a molestar a la awelita que tiene un almacén y comprarle 3 empanadas, 2 de queso y 1 de pino, irse a su casa, hacerse un Tesito, pan con palta y tomar once con los puros ojos chinos (asi o mas especifico xDDD)

#countryhumans chile #countryhumans #countryhumans mexico

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thecoramaria · 2 years

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🌈 My Outfit 💖 for the Brisbane Harajuku Fashion Walk 2022

Music: 'Childhood' by Mike Chino

[Audio: Cheerful pan flute, ukelele, and techno music.]

[ID: Portrait video of Cora standing in King George Square, posing as the camera moves around her. She wears a yellow beret covered in a mesh of white daisies; a rainbow headband tied around the rim; a smattering of craft gems on their forehead; royal blue, heart-shaped sunglasses; a face mask hand-stitched from rainbow splodge-patterned fabric scraps; coral-coloured, Micky Mouse-shaped lollipop earrings; a bright pink, teal, and yellow turtleneck layered under a purple, blue, and yellow colour-block t-shirt layered under wavy rainbow dungarees; a necklace of sparkly rainbow hearts; a small, lilac, leather-textured backpack, a pink, silk-textured bomber jacket tied around her waist; pink socks; and iridescent platform sneakers.]

#rainbowcore #rainbow aesthetic #rainbow fashion #cora's outfits #kidcore #harajuku fashion #harajuku fashion walk

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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noticed you still have your requests open and im loving how you're making a lot of filipina readers omg <33333

so what about this, Bi/Pan!Camilo x Filipina!Short Haired!reader where they meet at a welcoming party for the reader's family and she shows up in a baro't saya, and she has her fan up for most of the night but they spend a bit of time together (her noting that she really hates wearing formal dresses) and before they knew it, reader has to go home

cut to the next day, camilo goes looking for her but couldnt find her anywhere, he goes to his spot in the woods, only to find someone there wearing a camisa de chino. he strikes up a conversation with them thinking hes a guy(also crushes on him) when actually its just the same reader from last night, listening to him ramble thinking hes the reader's brother that he doesnt know of. reader stays silent pretending to be mute until her name gets called by her parents or smth and she teases him for liking both versions of her before leaving

just wanna note that reader is just someone thats tomboyish and still uses she/her pronouns, i just find it cute that if reader were a guy he would still like her just the same hehe

(not sure if i expressed this right but u can always ask me if i was unclear abt smth lmao)

"the versions of you"

summary:

— Camilo swoons over a beautiful lady wearing a Baro't Saya at a party, but she leaves the party without telling her name. The next day, Camilo goes outside to see a handsome guy in Camisa De Chino, he strives up a conversation and ends up falling for him. Unbeknownst to the shapeshifter, the lady and guy were one and the same.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female and Filipina reader, bisexual Camilo Madrigal. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— mochieeee!!!! this idea is very cute huhuhu, i enjoyed writing this so much thank you for requesting!

A party was going to be held this evening at la casa Madrigal. Everyone in Encanto was aware that a party hosted by the Madrigals was going to be a significant event. All of the people will get dressed nicely for the occasion, and you were no exception.

Being in a family that is very traditional is either something you have pride in or just straight up gives you a pain in the ass. Take this moment for an instance, your parents are forcing you to wear a Baro't Saya to the Madrigals' welcoming party for your family. Surely you are proud of your heritage but this was too much for your liking. However, no amount of protest would make your parents stop forcing you to wear traditional clothing, they even threatened to beat your ass with a tsinelas. You scowled deeply as you looked in front of your mirror with your siblings making fun of you and your parent cooing at how beautiful their daughter is. Your mother hands you a hand fan and you take it with a heavy sigh.

Eventually, you follow your family to la casa Madrigal. You see the other Madrigals dressed well, you even spotted a few of them sending compliments to you and your family for your unique choice of outfits. You opened your hand fan with a flustered face, you felt more embarrassed than flattered by the compliments. It wasn't like you hated the outfit, it was just you weren't used to wearing them. Back in your old town, you preferred to wear more loose clothing that didn't restrict your movements. In contrast to the Baro't Saya you're wearing, which was too tight for your taste. Your parents failed to notice that you're a growing teenager.

All of you arrive inside the Casita, the house greeted you by moving the tiles, and you can't help but smile and wave at the magical house. There was upbeat music playing, the scent of food was in the air, and everyone was having a good time. Unlike you, who's trying her best to take in a breath while wearing this tight dress. Parties for you were hit or miss, but it was hard to ignore the cheery atmosphere that you wish you could enjoy the moment.

You frowned and sat near the corner, grumpily munching on an arepa and fanning your face. You let your family have their fun as they scattered around the place to socialize with others. This was your first time wearing a traditional outfit in public and it's making you highly self-conscious. For the rest of the party, you remained alone and covered your face with your hand fan.

Lively music began blaring, a familiar musical piece entitled El Baile Madrigal. You watched in awe as a few of the Madrigals walked into the center and started dancing. They all looked so happy and truly in the moment. You quietly cheered along with the others, you gazed at Pepa and Félix Madrigal dancing smoothly with the music. Agustín pulls his wife, Julieta Madrigal, and proceeds to dance with her. Alma Madrigal was gently pushed into the dancefloor with her son Bruno as they too shared a dance.

You swayed along with the music until you heard howls amongst them. A flash of yellow catches your eye as you watched in amazement at this fantastic guy pulling all of the smoothest dance moves. He twirled and smiles, his hips were mesmerizing, and especially that confident look on his face. You can tell he's purposely putting on a show, it also doesn't take a genius to identify him as the one and only Camilo Madrigal. He danced with his family and continued to entertain everyone with his shapeshifting. All of a sudden, Camilo's eyes meet yours, you lock your gaze on him and began pulling your fan to cover half of your face. Until the end of the music, Camilo kept his eyes on yours.

The shapeshifter almost tripped on his own feet after seeing that beautiful lady wearing that adorned outfit. He knew he had to talk to her because holy shit she was beyond ethereal. While everyone cheered for his fantastic performance, he pushed himself through the crowd and towards the pretty girl. He meets her and his heart leaps out of his chest. The shapeshifter gulped and nervously brushed his hair back, you looked at him with those shimmering [Eye Color] eyes that made his knees so weak.

"Hola, hermosa"

Camilo greeted. You stand awkwardly in your dress, not knowing how to respond. You weren't going to lie, he looked more handsome up close. You decided to ease up a little

"Aren't you going to dance some more?"

"Oh, dancing can wait when a chica bonita like you only comes around once in a while"

He winked at you and your face suddenly heats up. Camilo cautiously gets closer to you, hoping to get a good look at your face but your hand fan was getting in the way. He huffed but offered you an empanada, you softly take the snack and ate it behind the fan. Camilo takes in your appearance from head to toe. Short hair, bright eyes, light makeup and jewelry, and an eccentric but beautiful clothing

"I like your dress, it really suits you"

"H-ha? Re-really?"

"Sí, I've never seen anyone like you, especially this pretty"

"Ay, tigilan mo nga pambobola mo"

The shapeshifter raises a brow in confusion about the lady's foreign language. The girl clears her throat and shyly looked into his eyes.

"...You think I'm pretty?"

"Yes, very much, señorita"

"I...thank you. I don't really wear this type of clothes all the time"

"Hmm, that's no problem. Say, are you from a different country?"

You nod your head and began talking about your home country. You take note of Camilo's interest in getting to know you, it was incredibly sweet of him. During the entire party, you spend some time with the Madrigal. He'll crack you jokes to make you laugh your lungs out and in return, you'll tell him stories about your heritage. Camilo excuses himself to get more food for you and him. It was getting late when your parents went looking for you.

"Halika na, uuwi na tayo"

Your parents said but you felt reluctant to leave without saying goodbye to Camilo, yet you knew better than to disobey your parents. With a sad smile, you go to your parents and went home for the night. Soon, the shapeshifter returns only to find you gone. Camilo can feel his heart drop to the floor. He panicked and looked all of the Casita for you but all in vain. Stumped, he sat by the staircase and sadly gazed at the floor.

The beautiful Filipina lady left without even giving him her name, Camilo believed what he shared with her was special. Man, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale, like Cinderella. In that case, like the prince, he too shall search for the beautiful nameless lady.

As soon as the sun rises, Camilo bolted out of his bed. His entire family was astonished to find him awake this early, usually, he would take any opportunity to sleep in. He drinks his coffee and eats breakfast with his family, he ate faster than he could ever be. Camilo eagerly excuses himself to head to town.

He makes his way through the streets of Encanto, searching every nook and corner for those beautiful [Eye Color] eyes. The shapeshifter barely slept that night, he was plagued with the thoughts of that charming lady. Camilo kept looking for her until the afternoon, but to no avail.

Camilo found himself in dismay and took a stroll in the woods. He tried to clear his head but all he can think about is that astonishing girl. His thoughts turn to a stop when he noticed another person sitting by themselves. The shapeshifter halts to get a clear look at the person. It appears to be a guy wearing casual clothes and enjoying the silence. He gently approaches but he steps on a twig and catches the other's attention.

The Madrigal's heart leaps out of his chest when he saw how fucking handsome the guy looked. Camilo trips and falls to the ground, he gets back up to his feet and pretended he wasn't embarrassed. The guy gave him a look as if he has grown two heads.

"I...uh...¡Hola!"

He says in a high-pitched voice and a flushed face. The guy stayed silent but sends him a small wave. Camilo found himself stumbling on his words, too distracted by the handsome guy in front of him. The shapeshifter inhales sharply, the beating of his heart was faster than ever.

"Can I...can I sit here with you?"

The Madrigal asked. Obliviously, the guy who's gazing at him was you but wearing Camisa de Chino. The outfit was your go-to when you would go out in the town, it wasn't uncommon for some strangers to mistake you for a boy. The events of the previous night returned and it made you timid around the shapeshifter. However, instead of revealing your true identity as the lady in Baro't Saya, you stayed quiet.

Camilo shyly takes a seat beside the boy, he twiddled with his hands for a second and consciously brushed his hair back. As he stole glances at the pretty guy, it's suddenly making him self-conscious. His face heats up when the guy meets his eyes. For an odd reason, his eyes reminded him of the Filipina he met last night. Camilo squinted his eyes at the guy.

"Hey, you look familiar..."

You gulped. You don't want to be recognized that quickly. Luckily for you, the Madrigal drops his suspicious gaze on you. Though you can't stop a smile rising on your face when you took note of how flustered he acted.

"I could've sworn you reminded me of someone. Uh, do you happen to be related to a Filipina lady because you kinda look like her?"

Camilo watched the guy nod at him. Oh, that must be why he looks familiar! He was related to the charming lady from last night. The shapeshifter can help but gawk at him, the handsome lad wasn't the talkative type. But he has to admit, the guy and the lady surely have amazing genetics because he's fucking swooning for the both of them.

"You're really...uh...handsome"

You smile at his compliment. You watch in amusement as Camilo's face turns into various shades of red.

"Oh...um, I think I met your sister last night. She was incredibly...beautiful, but she didn't give me her name when she left..."

"Bu-but I'm glad I met you here because...heh, you know, I wanna meet her, I can't get her out of my head"

"Honestly, you look just like her and I'm unsure if you two are twins but you're...attractive as hell and..."

"And can I also get your name?"

You hold back a laugh at Camilo's sudden rambling. You can't believe that the shapeshifter was falling for the two versions of you, it's adorable. You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to spoil the fun and to let Camilo remain blushing under your presence.

"[Name]?! There you are! I've been looking for you!"

Your mother calls for you. Camilo's eyes go wide for a second, you freeze and eventually let out an awkward chuckle as you looked at him. You stand up from your spot and gave him a teasing look.

"Looks like you now know me and my sister's name"

It took a whole minute for Camilo to process everything, it felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over him. Camilo's jaw drops as he points at you. All of it finally makes sense! The lady from last night as well as this handsome lad in front of him are the same person! This brings a feverish blush to his face. He can't believe he just crushed on two versions of the same girl!

"I guess I'll see you later, you two-timer"

You winked teasingly and ruffled his hair as you walked away to your mother and then left. The shapeshifter found the situation so mind-boggling, a girl who both can be beautiful and handsome. He felt like he just hit the ultimate jackpot. Camilo bites his lip and snapped his fingers.

"Hot damn"

masterlist

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #encanto camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo my beloved #camilo madrigal my beloved #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo x y/n #camilo x you #camilo x reader #filipino! reader #bisexual camilo #bisexual camilo madrigal #jay's fanfics™️#jay's fluff fics™️

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