#encanto reader insert

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hi there. I really like your fics, (specially the hogwarts legacy and the Encanto ones) so can I ask you for an Encanto fic in which M!reader (or GN!reader if you want more people to feel included) struggles to control their gift which is manipulating any forms of fire. Abuela gets mad for the chaos they have caused and the people are scared of them.

The reader is feeling really bad because they feel that their gift can only cause destruction but then Bruno appears and comforts them and tell them that all of the people are afraid of him too and that the gift they have is truly wonderfull.

If this doesn't bother you can you make this before the events of the movie? Maybe the reader can be still a child who got their gift not so long ago. And also that their mother is Pepa.

Thank you so much and sorry if my explanation was so long and impossible to understand. English isn't my first language. Have a nice day/ night!!

A/N: Thank you so much anon! So sorry for the delay, I ended up with chickenpox for the past few weeks and it is has taken me a while to recover. Hope you enjoy!

Destruction

child!Madrigal reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

The whole village was a flurry with anticipation. There was to be a celebration in the village square and the entire Madrigal family was helping with the decorations and preparations. Your cousin Isabela had created the most beautiful flower decorations, and you took one of the flowers in your hand to smell the sweetness of it. A little bit of pollen got into your nose and… “Achoo!” You sneezed, triggering your gift to set the poor, unsuspecting flower aflame.

“Ah! No, no, no!” You muttered, as you tried to stamp the flames out. In your panic, you only made the fire worse as you slowly set alight to ALL the decorations. Soon, half the village square was up in flames. Villagers started running around screaming, pushing and shoving as they tried to get away. Some of the village children ran up towards you before they spotted the flames coming from your hands. “Ah! Monster!” They screamed, running in the opposite direction to you.

Your mother, Pepa, saw the chaos happening. Her eyes narrowed as she saw that you were in the centre of it all. The sky darkened and rain began to pour from the sky, as lightning flashed dangerously and the loud rumble of thunder signified how terribly angry she was with you. “Oh no…” You whispered to yourself, as she came over to you, agonisingly slowly. Luckily, the intense rain was able to douse your flames, including the ones still hovering above your hands.

“Y/N!” A shriek of anger comes from the edge of the village square. You turn to see your Abuela coming towards you, her face in a vicious snarl. “How could you? You’ve destroyed everything your family has worked so hard on today!”

You sniff, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t… control it.” Your chin wobbles, as Abuela yanks your arm to drag you back to Casita. Your family follows behind you, glaring daggers into your back. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” Abuela shakes her head. “You have created absolute chaos, frightened the villages and disappointed your family. You must control your gift, or you cannot go out of Casita into Encanto.”

You gasp in shock, blinking rapidly as the tears mix in with the rain coming from Pepa’s storm. “You’ll lock me away in Casita?” You begin to sob, hugging myself as we trudge up the steps to Casita. As soon as you all get inside, you run up the stairs and run into your room, slamming the door. You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels like your heart will break.

The door slowly creaked open, and your eyes land on your Uncle Bruno as he slinks into the room. “Y/N, let’s… have a talk.” You sit up, wiping your tears, as you sit cross-legged on your bed. Bruno sits beside you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “I know what it is like. To have a gift that causes fear in other people.” He says, as you look up at him, listening intently.

“People have a tendency to be… afraid of what they don’t understand. Now, you and I… we both have powerful gifts. Capable of great things… but also capable of causing a lot of damage.” You look down, sniffling, as you hug your pillow. “They see that power, and they are afraid. They don’t take the time to understand it.” Bruno adds, sighing as he looks down at you. “I know it seems tough right now, that no one will be able to see who you are, past the big scary fire…”

“They are so frightened of me… but it isn’t my fault, I can’t control it!”

“You will, with time. And when you can, they will love you for your gift. I think it is pretty neat, honestly.” Your face lights up. “Really?”

“Well, for a start, you can create a bonfire any time you want, and then we can toast marshmallows. Or when it is super dark, and you can just flick your hand and light us a torch? Yeah… your gift is awesome.” His words make you smile for the first time, the candles in your room start to burn a bit brighter.

“You keep your chin up, kiddo. Don’t listen to the others… listen to your Uncle Bruno.” You smile, feeling the room become warmer from the heat of your flames again.

“Thanks, Tío.”

[zafirosreverie]

Bruno with a foreigner S/O

a/n: for anon! Hope you like it

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I think it depends a little on where you're from. Whether or not your culture is too different from his.

If that's the case, he would do his best to understand your culture first. He really loves it when you start talking about what you like or your childhood.

Your accent is kind of funny to him. He finds it cute and could spend hours listening to you without getting tired. He has the biggest heart eyes as he listens to you.

You're in charge of the telenovelas from now on! He will create the script, but he will definitely convince you to be the narrator.

He also consults you about your country and its customs to be able to make more variety of characters.

Introducing you to his family was quite an experience. Bruno knew you would be welcome at Casita without a doubt, he just didn't expect the enthusiasm.

First of all, you were the first person he introduced to his mother and sisters in...you were the first and only.

Alma was really happy, Pepa hugged you after threatening you and Julieta tried not to overwhelm you, but you could see the tears of joy in her eyes.

The children were less subtle. Camilo immediately mentioned your accent, receiving a scolding from Mirabel.

Dolores immediately grabbed your arm and began asking you questions, finding your way of speaking charming.

Isabela and Antonio asked you about the flora and fauna of your country and Luisa simply welcomed you, without wanting to make you feel more uncomfortable or axphyrized like the rest.

In the end, Bruno apologized for the fuss, but you assured him that you had a good time.

He begins to imitate your small gestures. He doesn't do it on purpose, he doesn't even realize it, but you do and you find it adorable.

The rest of the family makes an effort to make you feel included, Julieta and Félix invite you to share dishes from your country and Alma is really interested in your childhood.

Bruno really loves you and he's happy that you were able to open up his view of the world.

He simply loves being with you and learning everything you want to teach him (of course, you do the same, it's a reciprocal and beautiful relationship).

[novthewolf]

Can you do some headcanons of Camilo as a father/with pregnant reader?

Adult!Camilo caring for his pregnant woman

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- He would be ecstatic ! Camilo adored you so much and the thought of creating the fruit of love made him love you even more than he thought possible.

- He would not care much about the baby's gender, tho I can see him as being the best girl dad ever.

- As much as he hoped you would escape it, he had to help you through the morning sickness. Holding your hair back, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as patiently waited by your side.

- Of course Camilo becomes protective of you, even tho he knows Casita won't let anything within the walls and the village was fairly, he couldn't help it.

- Especially when the danger came from yourself. Your sweet, determined self. Once you tried to carry a vaguely heavy bag upstairs, you swore you never saw your husband rush to you so quickly. Don't scare him like that, amore !

- When the cravings came in, he wasn't ready. He loved you, but how could live with himself now that he made a sugary arepa, filled with chocolate and pineapple. Its the price you pay for love I'm afraid.

- Honestly, Camilo would struggle to get up in the middle of the night to cook for you but your growing bump reminds him it was his doing, so his responsability.

- He really uphold to that. His father raised him well after all, always take care of your woman. And thats what he did.

- He rubbed your swollen feet anytime they hurt. Camilo will spend as much time as needed massaging your back and shouders, peppering your skin with little kisses.

- Camilo was extremly careful to be gentle when he rubbed the oil over your stretching belly, to prevent the scars. Though, they never bothered him, he loved ever part of you, no matter how much it morphed and change over your shared life.

-Each time you got emotional you always find solace in his arms. No judgment, sometimes not even talking. Camilo just wanted to make you knew he was there for you, that you didn't to worry about anything cause he would love you through night and day.

- And what do you mean you felt ugly ? Where did your pretty, precious head could get such ideas ? How could such a magnificent creature such as yourself believe ridiculous ideas.

- "Querida look at me..." He said gently, tilting his head to meet your eyes as you both sat on your bed. Despite your soft sniffles you turned your head toward him as you tried your best to minimize your weight gain.

- He smiled tenderly, caressing the soft flesh of your side. "Can ask you something, amore ?" After you gave him a soft nod, he leaned in and kissed your neck ever so lightly.

- "Can I make love to you ? Show you how absolutely breathtaking you are..." He muttered against your skin, nipping ever so gently, giving you room to turn him down. But you didn't, and you felt so much better after, sated and loved.

- You two slept together a lot during your pregnancy; for relief, pleasure and love. Especially during the fourth month, those hormones your horniest ovulation period.

- When he came to baby names, Camilo suggested some things but in the end, the choice was all yours. It was the least he could do for his beautiful woman. Yes, he would chase Abuela away so you can choose the perfect name without any pressure.

- He talked to your baby all the time, especially after a long day. Camilo told jokes, half expectedly to feel the baby respond. And they did ! The first kick you felt in your belly was when your husband made the lousiest joke.

- In consequence, anytime Camilo wanted to feel his precious baby, you would have the suffer the worst jokes. At least it saved you any worry from the lack of movement.

- And, the cherry on top of the cake, your loving curly haired husband would lift your belly up from behind to relieve you from the weight whenever he had enough time, drawing deep hums from you.

- Overall, Camilo will take extra care of you, making sure you took your perinatal vitamins and had the proprer food to stay healthy. He installed any furniture you wanted, read- who am I kidding, listened to you read him every book about bith and parenthood.

- He was ready for birth, like a soldier ready for his mission. The baby clothes were ready, your space was too, comfortable and clean ; the food you were not allowed to eat during the pregnancy was neatly prepared and he had full bottles of coffee ready to stay awake all night by your side.

- He was ready ! ... Or at least he appeared so right before he saw your water break. The key was to remain calm they said...

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[vivid-dreamscapes]

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Camilo x Reader⋆🕯️.˚₊

GUYS HIS LIL AWKWARD SMILE AND FINGER TAP SKDJEJUDUSKAEFHWHFD I CAN’T.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I like this one.” Camilo said, gently picking the delicate flower from the soft grass. It was around that time of year where the hill Casita was perched on—well more a noticeable incline rather than a hill—became dotted with an array of colorful flowers among the tall grasses.

You looked up and rolled your eyes, smiling and looking back down at your book. “You’re only saying that because it’s the color of my eyes. You’ve already used that line on me, you sappy romantic.” You said. He had picked a similar color flower just a few days ago and held it up to your face, saying ‘Mi amor, would you look at that. This beautiful flower matches your even more beautiful eyes.’ The suck up. Oh how you loved him.

“Okay, but the color is still pretty, and so are your eyes.” He said, walking over and tucking it behind your ear. He smiled as he looked at the petals complimenting your eyes, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Muy Bonita.” He said as you giggled.

“Alright, alright! You’re so cheesy, how many telenovelas have you been watching? I need to tell your uncle to restrict your access to his rat’s shows.” You said as you took the flower out of your hair. Holding it up, you searched for it in your book—a book on flowers and plants. Once you found the page, you gently placed it between the page, planning to make a pressed flower out of it.

Camilo let out a fake gasp, opening his mouth to protest when he felt something brush against his leg. Jumping up with a small shout, he scrambled behind you. “Spider! Giant spider, ugh, it’s so hairy! It must be a tarantula, they’re very hairy and very attracted to me!” He said, loudly and frantically, eyes shut tight. Again he was over exaggerating; sure, he had found two tarantulas in his room, at two separate times—with a year in between those two encounters.

You looked over to where this supposed, all terrifying murderous tarantula was and found…a kitten. A tiny little Selkirk Rex kitten with curly dark brown fur and green eyes (this cat but with green eyes). It looked up at you, letting out a soft new before sitting down. Instantly, you let out a high pitched ‘awww’ before scooping it up, not a single care about fleas or rabies—which by its dirty, muddy coat, made it obvious those were entirely possible for this cat to have.

Camilo raised an eyebrow as you started cooing and petting the cat, scratching behind its ears, under its chin, everything. “Uh…maybe don’t pet the clearly stray cat?” He asked as you gave it little kisses. For a cat, which was so often stereotyped correctly as grumpy, the kitten let you give it all the affection you could, purring loudly.

“Why? Jealous?” You asked, not bothering to look at him as the stray stretched out on its back, earning what tummy scratches from you.

“Wh—psh. No.” He said, crossing his arms and looking away with an overdramatic pout, “I just don’t want my significant other to get bitten and then start foaming at the mouth some time later.”

You looked at him before sighing and getting up. Kitten in arms, you needed his words and headed inside. With Antonio’s help—confirming the cat was stray and possibly flea-infected, Julieta’s—fixing small wounds covering the cat’s skin, and, of course, the village vet’s, you got the cat cleared from all concerns.

So now, as the sun was setting, you and Camilo were giving the kitten a surprisingly un-chaotic bath. He—Antonio had confirmed that the kitten was indeed, male—squirmed around, batting at the bubbles with his tiny paws. You giggled as your boyfriend lifted the kitten up, to which the Selkirk Rex batted his soapy tail against Camilo’s nose, leaving it covered in bubbles.

“He kinda looks like you.” You said with a smile, rubbing the wet fur on the head of the kitten with your thumb. “Curly brown fur, same color as your hair, bright green eyes, and the most adorable face ever.” You said, scrunching your nose up at the Madrigal. “All he’s missing is your freckles and iconic ruana.” You said, to which you received a splash.

With a laugh, a small water fight started between the two of you. The kitten wanted to participate, so with an excited and loud meow, he also bat at the surface of the water with both front paws, creating tiny splashes. More laughs were heard as the tiny creature plunged into the water, coming back up with a pile of bubbles on its snout.

Finally though, you got the little guy all cleaned up and tired. Actually, you two were tired too. About twenty minutes later, Dolores came into her brother’s room to tell him dinner was ready, and found you two. You were both asleep, facing each other on his bed. And between your chests, was the tiny little kitten you two had both taken as your own. Dolores smiled as she left the room, rolling her eyes. It was like you two had a baby.

!Not proofread!

[fictodreamer-reblog]

Fictoromance/Self Ship feels 💚💫✨

Little chibi doodle of me daydreaming about a certain rat man 🥹🐀💚

[quotedfictions]

Premonitions

Synopsis: You were young when you fell in love, you got married, you had children, and you understood that the prediction of Mirabel was hard on him, it was the first time you saw a future that had no defined outcome, but it didn't not stop the hurt you felt when he disappeared.

Themes: Reunion, Family bonding, husband Bruno, fatherly Bruno, time skips.

Warnings: Generational Trauma, abandonment, essentially everything that happened in Encanto that maybe triggering.

Word Count: 1,389

Note: This sat unfinished for months because my phone hates it when I try to write fan fiction during breaks in my college classes. I published it because it would not let me save it as a draft, and I wanted to throw myself off a bridge because it happened again. I appreciate you guys so much; thank you for your patience. Apologies for the double-publishing notifications in the same post. AGAIN. I also apologize for the long ass wait.

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It was the night Mirabel was to receive her gift; you were sitting even though everyone was standing; everyone had insisted that you be in a chair even though it was Mirabel's big night. Everyone wanted to ensure you were comfortable enough to enjoy the evening with your niece and husband. Being pregnant had its advantages, but you still felt a little bad as your tiny niece walked by, a nervous expression on her face as she headed towards the magic door that awaited her at the top of the stairs. Your husband was just nervous; he had been very observant of Mirabel over the past few days, wanting to ensure his niece was okay and that the family would still love her no matter her gift.

Bruno gently placed his hand on your shoulder as Mirabel ascended the stairs, and you put your hand over his in return, trying to relax his nerves; however, when Mirabel placed her hand on that door, it was something no one would ever forget. The door faded away, and everyone was in shock; Mirabel had not received a gift; you still loved her, but this was going to be traumatic for the entire family, knowing how Abuela would treat her if anything negative were to happen to the house or family would happen. After the failed ceremony, abuela asked Bruno to make a prediction out of concern. In Bruno's cave, you watched as your husband made a prediction. When he showed it to you, you understood why Mirabel had no gift, but Abuela didn't. It turned into an argument between Bruno and his mother, and after that, he disappeared.

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A month later, you gave birth to twins and girls. Luciana and Natalia looked identical to one parent each; Luci looked much like you, and Natalia looked much like her father. Your husband's disappearance hit you a lot harder that day, and you will never forget the feeling of being alone during something he should have been there for. Your family was kind enough to care for your babies when you couldn't, the exhaustion hitting your body along with heavy pangs of grief. The immense loneliness you felt looking at your daughters and knowing that they would never see their father, he wouldn't be there to receive their gifts, he wouldn't be there to witness their first steps, none of the milestones that he should be there for.

Having no gift made you feel useless to the family and that they were caring for you out of pity; while Julieta's food may have healed the physical damages of childbirth, the mental anguish of not having a husband and being gift-less in a family of magical gifts made you feel lonely. At least Augustin and Felix could share that sentiment, as will Mirabel when she is older. However, the loneliness would not fade for many years, and you would focus solely on your children as they grew, no matter how much it pained you that your husband was not there with you.

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As time passed, Pepa had another son, and tonight was his gifting ceremony; Antonio is 5 years younger than your girls; everyone was excited to see a new gift arrive during the ceremony later in the evening while everyone was taking the time to prepare Casita for all the guests that would be joining us for the party. Luciana's gift was simple and really only helped during the winter and at night; she had the gift of fire; while Natalia could put people to sleep, she would often spend her evenings helping insomniacs and parents. You weren't excited about a new gift; it was just another reminder of your husband's disappearance since no one talked about him, and if they did, it was negative. You stayed in your room that evening, watching everyone enjoy themselves. After Bruno's disappearance, you were only in a few family photos by choice; it felt awkward.

You watched Mirabel guide Antonio to the door before stepping off, knowing how she felt about the gifting ceremonies since hers didn't pan out as planned. You also watched her leave the celebrations with a solemn look on her face. You understood why she was upset; she didn't feel like she belonged. You watched a piece of the shingling fall from Casita, and as Mirabel picked it up, she sliced her hand. You frowned; the house falling apart wasn't normal, but even if that worried you, there was the feeling that you knew Mirabel would figure out how to fix it, and even if she couldn't, she'd still do her best to help her family because she loves them just as much as you do.

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Days after the ceremony, you're rushing your daughters out of a collapsing casita, protecting them with your body as you ran with them after Mirabel and Abuela had a huge fight. You hugged your girls tightly as Casita collapsed; as the dust settled, you slowly let go, stood up, and ran in, worried about your niece. You weren't the only one, but as you dug through, everyone began to worry. "MIRABEL!!!" The shouts of the family echoed in the surrounding jungle; you sat to take a break and noticed Abuela was nowhere to be seen. At that point, you figured Abuela knew exactly where Mirabel had wandered off to, and you suddenly felt relief knowing that your niece would be okay.

You picked up your head at the sound of a horse galloping and smiled brightly with the rest of your family as Mirabel and Abuela returned, seeming to have mended their relationship. You weren't expecting to see your husband sitting behind them nervously. As they got off, he first apologized to his sisters. When you heard Dolores say that he never actually left, you began to tear up and cover your mouth as he approached you, the expression on his face showing deep regret, looking for forgiveness.

"Y/n, Amor, I don't think there is anything that I could say; not even a sorry could replace the time you spent alone because I decided to hide from the family; I didn't get to hug my daughters when they took their first steps nor did I get to congratulate their gifts with everyone, and I should have been their next to you the entire time. Even if I never stopped loving you, you still had to go through everything alone, and no amount of words could fix that. Nothing I say will change the fact that my daughters never got to know their father; I can only begin to dream for your forgiveness, and I understand if you are still mad at me." Tears welled in your eyes as Bruno spoke. You had missed him so much and were glad he was back; you were happy that your daughters could finally meet their father. You hugged him tightly and began crying from happiness and relief.

Your daughters soon noticed that you were crying and came over to comfort you, only to be confused that you were hugging a man who looked like Abuela and Tia Julieta. You smiled softly at your daughters and introduced them to their father. "Natalia, Luci, this is Bruno Madrigal; he's your father." In an instant, their eyes lit up like light bulbs, and they tackled his legs, asking an obnoxious amount of questions, making you smile as you sneaked up behind them to pick them up and give them a big up, with Bruno joining in.

After the brief reunion, everyone began to work; there was no point in catching up if there was no house to catch up in. Everyone chipped in to rebuild Casita, and in time, the house was rebuilt; Dolores finally got to talk to Mariano, Isabella, and Mirabel got along, and the romance between you and Bruno was quickly rekindled. As Mirabel placed the doorknob, the house lit up, and the magic returned Casitato Casita, greeting everyone warmly as everyone happily celebrated. Everyone squeezed in for a family photo, and you smiled at Bruno so brightly that it was like you were never separated. "I love you, Bruno Madrigal." You kissed him softly, and he kissed back with care and love." And I love you, Y/n Madrigal."

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[lesbianecrivain]

Hey y'all! I just posted the first chapter of my first Isabela-centric fanfic! “La Profecía del Tío Bruno (Tío Bruno's Prophecy)”

Please enjoy some sapphic stuff! Isabela Madrigal is a lesbian here.

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hey! I was wondering if we could possibly get a part 2 to destruction??

A/N: Why, hello anon! Apologies for the mini hiatus that caused me to take so long in writing this! I haven't flexed my writing brain in a loooong time :(

Destruction - Part 2

Madrigal!Reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

Your Uncle Bruno has disappeared.

Those words sent your world crashing down around you. Your fire went out for weeks, your gift seemingly gone. You were devastated, and yet your family seemed relieved. You felt truly alone now, like no one was left who understood you the way your Uncle Bruno did.

You decided to keep a candle burning in your room, always. The flame would never die out as long as you lived. It served as an important reminder to you of all the comforting words Bruno had said about your gift, encouraging you to keep learning to control your gift to the best of your ability.

As the months flew by, you did indeed learn to wield your pyrokinesis to bring joy to the family and Encanto, not just fear. When the weather turned unexpectedly cold and villagers were freezing, they turned to you to keep their fires burning and their homes warm. When festivals were celebrated, villagers now turned to you to create impressive fire shows, instead of asking Abuela to keep you locked away in Casita.

You felt like you finally had an important place in the family, and you wished your Uncle was there to see it.

Occasionally, your temper inevitably flared. At the dinner table, when family tensions were high, the lanterns would flare, and the scolding from both your mother and Abuela would only serve to fuel the flames higher and brighter. But then, you’d hear Bruno’s whispery voice in your head, encouraging you, almost as if he were right behind you and whispering the words in your ear. It gave you the strength you needed to calm down and remain one of the more respected members of the family.

One day, you would find your Uncle again. You knew in your heart he was still out there somewhere, and when that day came, you knew he would be proud of all you had accomplished.

[zafirosreverie]

Bruno being jealous

For anon, it's short but I hope you like it

I can't really see him as someone jealous, more like insecure.

He knows (or believes) that you could find someone much better, and the first few months of the relationship he was ready for you to break up with him at any moment, especially when you talked to younger men.

He tends to keep things that bother him to himself so as not to annoy you.

He sometimes wishes he could talk out loud about this, but he just can't.

He just stands back, watching you while you talk to other people.

In theory he knows that you are not doing anything wrong and that you would never cheat on him, but there is always that thorn of fear.

He'd really like to come up and hug you or put his arm around your waist like he's seen his brothers-in-law do with his sisters when they're jealous, but he can't muster up enough courage.

So he just stares at the other person until they feel uncomfortable and leave.

He tries to act like everything is fine when you ask him about his sudden silence.

Eventually he would break down seeing you so worried and mutter what he had really felt, followed by a quick apology.

He blushes when you give him a small kiss on the cheek and tell him that he's the only one you love.

He really trusts you, so he's never been tempted to use his gift to see if you'd lie to him or anything like that, but he has no qualms about "scare" those who try to flirt with you by giving them a bad "profecy".

Especially if you ever confess to him that you feel just as uncomfortable as he does with the looks and comments of certain men in town.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Tea for Two

Amelia Shepherd x g!nreader* Warnings: some explicit language, just hella fluff, seriously so much fluff, mentions of hospitalization (duh) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You go to Grey-Sloan Memorial once a week to hang out with the kids on the pediatrics floor, but more and more you find yourself going there for one particular doctor: Amelia Shepherd. But can you work up the courage to make a move? And if you can, will she reciprocate?

*Reader & Gender. Gender is a slippery, tricky thing. I feel like I kind of straddle the line between being a girl and being nonbinary, so my x reader perspectives will shift depending on which I'm feeling more that day. But please feel free to insert whatever pronouns/gender identity fit you best! I try to keep descriptions of the reader to a minimum so you can see yourself in them regardless. <3

You checked in at the front desk of Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital and pressed your guest-pass name tag onto your shirt. You had your instrument case on your back, and several familiar nurses waved at you as you made your way to the elevator and up to the pediatrics floor. You were there for your weekly music hour with the kids. It had started last summer, when your brother had open heart surgery and spent a month of the pediatrics floor. You'd often brought your instrument to play and sing his favorite songs for him and, more often than not, other kids on the floor would crowd his room and request songs and sing with you.

By the time your brother had gone home with a clean bill of health, you'd gotten attached to the kids, to the nurses who wheeled patients into the rooms you played in. You went home with song requests and learned how to play Encanto and the Bluey theme song and Simon & Garfunkel for them. It had quickly become one of your favorite parts of the week.

And not just because of the kids. Of course, there were always doctors around, but most of the time there was one particular doctor around, and you both loved and hated it.

"Dr. Shepherd," she'd told you, on the third or fourth post-concert elevator ride which, for whatever reason, you almost always ended up on together. "Or, well, Amelia. I'm not your doctor."

"Y/N," you'd replied, shaking her hand like an idiot businessman. God, she was pretty. You hoped you didn't look as flustered as you were.

"Are you on Spotify?" she asked.

You laughed loudly, eyes crinkling shut. "No! No, it's just for fun."

"Well, you're really good at it," Amelia finished, as the elevator opened on the floor before yours.

"Thanks," you said, trying your very hardest to make eye contact.

"See you next week?"

"Yep," you nodded.

"Cool." She gave you a double thumbs-up and walked out the elevator doors.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning back to hold the door open. She pointed at you. "Pronouns? Mine are she/her."

A bright smile flashed across your face. "They/them. Thanks for asking."

"You got it." Another thumbs up, and she was gone. You sighed. Pretty and asked about your pronouns? It was gonna be really hard to convince yourself you didn't like her now.

Amelia was there next week. And the next. And the next. Always in the back. Always in the elevator with you afterward. And you just talked. Never for more than a few minutes. But those few minutes added up after a while. You learned that she was Chief of Neurosurgery. That she'd grown up in New York. That she lived with her sisters and her nieces and nephew. That she loved boba tea and cats.

One day, in a moment of reckless confidence, you stopped at Seattle Best Tea on your way to Grey-Sloan and picked up two boba teas, one for you and one for Amelia. As soon as you stepped through the doors of the hospital, you knew it was a mistake. Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Friends don't bring boba tea. Especially elevator friends.

But then, of course, you had to give it to her. Because otherwise it'd look like you brought two bobas for yourself, and that was even weirder.

She was already in her corner of the pediatrics lobby when you walked in. Trying to act casual, you approached her and held on the tea.

"Hey," you said. "Do you, uh... do you want this?"

She looked at you, surprised, and took the cup. "You brought me boba?"

"No." You shook your head and shrugged. "I had an... extra?" It was a stupid excuse. You knew it the moment it left your mouth.

A smile crept at the corner of Amelia's lips, and she raised her eyebrows at you. "You had an extra milk tea?"

"No," you admitted, flushing slightly and running a hand self-consciously through your hair. "It's for you." You felt like you were digging your own grave.

"Well, gotta get up there," you said quickly. You avoided her eyes and headed quickly toward the little stool they'd set up for you at the front of the room.

You'd never been so distracted during a set, especially with the Grey-Sloan kids, who usually took up all your attention. At first you tried very hard to not look anywhere near Amelia, but then you thought that might be more suspicious, so you just tried to look in her general direction.

As you packed up your instrument, your heart pounded. You knew, you just knew, she was going to be on that elevator and that she knew. Your damn little boba gesture had almost certainly given you away. And she was going to say, Sorry, I'm not into women. Or kind-of-women-kind-of-not, which is where you usually landed. Even worse, she might say, Sorry, I'm not into you. Or the very worst of all, she wouldn't even be in the elevator, and your time at Grey-Sloan would be unbearably awkward from here on out.

Your heart sank as you got onto the elevator and Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You puffed out your cheeks and exhaled. You'd fucked up. You were glad the elevator was empty this time because you were sure the disappointment showed on. your face. You were not good at hiding your emotions, and you'd prefer to be left alone with this one.

The doors had almost creaked shut when a hand shot out to stop them. An out-of-breath Amelia stepped in, smiling, and leaned against the wall.

"Wow," she breathed. "Almost missed you."

You shuffled your feet and tried to act normal, even though your heart was in your throat.

"Thanks for the tea," she said, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah!" you replied, probably a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, no prob."

"So... do you buy boba for all the girls or just me?"

You felt blood rush to your cheeks. "Uh..."

"Because I really hope it's just me."

You glanced at her in surprise and found her grinning at you, a little embarrassed, a little self-satisfied.

"Really?" you asked, not quite believing what you'd heard.

The elevator door opened on Amelia's floor, and she slipped a business card into your hand, her fingers lightly grazing yours. It felt like a bolt of electricity shooting through you.

"Call me and you can buy me dinner, too," she said, before stepping off the elevator, giving you a little salute as the door closed.

You looked at the card in your hand. On the front: all the usual business information. Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital. Amelia Shepherd, M.D. Chief of Neurosurgery. On the the back: a phone number, scrawled in messy doctor's hand, with a little heart beside it.

Your heart swelled and you couldn't help but smile, bouncing on the balls of your feet. It worked! The boba worked! Seattle Best Tea didn't know it yet, but they'd just made you a regular for life.

[overly-dramatic-artist]

Week One: Introduction!

@encanto-extended-edition

OMG how have I never done a proper introduction of my girl??? Anyways…

Full name: Angela Leilani Yaamil Morales Estrada

Age at the time of the movie: 48 years old (December 8th, 1901)

Angel was initially a name holder for the reader insert in my fic, “Why did it have to be me?” She was never intended to become a full fledged OC, but thanks to several supportive friends, Angela evolved into what she is now.

Angela is born to parents Guillermo and Anamaria in 1901, and shortly after childbirth, Anamaria sadly passes away, leaving Angela to be raised primarily by Anamaria’s parents, Quinuama and Raymundo. She is the youngest of six cousins on her maternal side, and she knows very little about her father’s extended family. The passing of Anamaria puts Guillermo in an inconsolable depression, leaving his daughter to be brought up by her grandparents due to his emotional absence. Her family owns and runs a tailoring shop in the Encanto, renowned for their fine fiber arts and beautifully crafted clothes. Angela is best known for her impressive bead work and crocheting, as she enjoys fixating on tiny details.

At age five, she befriends the Madrigal triplets, the four of them becoming close companions, but especially between Angela and Bruno. The two of them grow close over the years, considering the other to be their best friend. I’ll save the juicy details of their companionship for Week two, but to summarize, their friendship takes a dramatic twist following the breakup of Angela and her fiancé when she is 19.

Following in her mother’s footsteps, she joins the church choir at a young age, and quickly blossoms into a vocal star, devoting her time to organizing musical events and writing songs. Later in life, she takes to traveling outside of the Encanto, something inside her yearning to know more about the world and escape the limitations she feels trapped in. She gains herself a notable reputation as a performer in multiple social clubs and lounges, her name taking her across South America, and eventually across the sea.

Angela’s personality and mannerisms are based a lot on my own. She is extremely caring and compassionate for others, but often has a hard time deciphering her own emotions, and will usually bottle up her complicated feelings to save herself from causing trouble. She is often lovingly criticized as being overly dramatic by her family and friends, causing her to become extremely cautious and anxious about how she presents herself to others. Sometimes, something small will set off her temper, and she gets very cold and unresponsive as a defense mechanism, or if something makes her deeply upset after a buildup of repressed feelings and stress, she will fall apart into tears. Often times, her stimming gets interpreted as flirtatious behavior, and her attempts at masking usually have the same effect (hair twirling, too much eye contact, smiling and nodding).

A few little bits of information and trivia:

The bracelet she is almost always seen wearing was gifted to her on her fifth birthday. It had originally belonged to her mother. It is made up of pearls, jade, and a thin gold chain. Her rosary is constructed of similar materials.

Leilani was her intended name in canon, as Guillermo wanted to name her after his mother, but Anamaria immediately called her baby ‘her angel’ when she was born, so the name Angela was chosen instead and Leilani was bestowed as her second name.

I imagine her voice sounding like that of Angela Aguilar when she’s younger, and evolving into a vocal powerhouse like Beyoncé or Selena.

She is terrible at cooking. Her grandmother and aunts had tried to ingrain the kitchen skills into her at a young age, but it stressed her out because she wasn’t naturally gifted in it. She can make a good cup of coffee, but it’s best to leave to crafting of fine foods in the hands of someone more capable and confident.

💖Some amazing art from some amazing people💖

@prophetic-hijinks @egofan4evr @lvnamuraart @dororoxpenana 💖

[spitdrunken]

Commissions! Currently ON A WAITLIST.

I currently have multiple people who I'm working on commissions for. If you're interested, feel free to message me and I can put you on a waitlist

Back in business, because of high demand! (Read: Approximately 3 people asked me. Thank you, three people!) All discussions about commissions will be done via Tumblr DMs, and possibly continued over Discord. Payment will be done via Paypal invoice and any prices are in euros. 

With a commission, you can get me to write whatever your little heart desires! And I do mean that, as long as I know the fandom you are asking for. Are there any rules? None that I can think of! But, as a disclaimer, I do reserve the right to deny any commission if it, for whatever reason, makes me personally uncomfortable or if I do not believe I can fulfill the request. If you are nervous about asking what you want to request, please know I don’t judge!

There aren’t even extra fees for NSFW, because I know my target audience! Porn is 90% of what I write anyway!! (And if you are here to commission something completely SFW… I still appreciate you, don’t worry. You’re still welcome here.) 

Do read until the end, because I show you a way to even get 5% off! 

Pricing:

My writing starts off at a base fee of €10,-, with every additional 100 words adding €1,- to the wordcount.  As mentioned above, I do not charge extra for sexual / explicit / violent content. 

The only reason I may charge extra if the work deals with a large cast of characters who each require focus, or the work is long. Personally, I define ‘long’ for a commissioned work as longer than 5k. I do not have set prices for any extra fees, these will be discussed on a case by case basis. 

Example of the pricing: 

You want a 1000 word Reader insert fic. The base fee is €10,- + 1000 words (10 x €1,-) = €20,- for a fic of 1000 words. 

Types of fic I am willing to write:

Self insert / Reader Insert / Original Characters

Original Character x Reader

Canon Character x Canon Character

Continuations of earlier-written concepts

AUs or works of all genres may always be requested. 

Fandoms:

Ace Attorney (The original trilogy!)

Adventure Time / Fionna and Cake

Boyfriend to Death / The Price of Flesh

Disney Movies (Example: Encanto)

FNAF

Genshin Impact

Gravity Falls

Hazbin Hotel

Honkai Star Rail

Myths / Fairytales / Monsters / Cryptids / Etc. 

Original Characters (Curious about original works I’ve written prior to this? Find them here or here!) 

Persona 5

Pokémon

Twisted Wonderland

Twilight

Feel free to ask if I would be willing to write for anything in particular, iif a fandom is not listed here. Especially if I have posted about it before, or if the source is easy to consume (example; a short, free game on itch.io). The fandoms listed above are not all the media I’ve ever consumed, but simply the ones I feel most confident listing here and writing about.

If you’ve made it all the way here… You can get 5 percent off by allowing me to post the story I wrote for you online! Depending on the content, this may be on Tumblr or AO3. If you want even cheaper prices, I do recommend looking at my trinket corner!

[yandere-x-reader]

➼ Dividers done by @/cafekitsune

Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

MHA / BNHA ♡

Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

FNAF:SB ♡

Sun, Moon, Roxy, Monty, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, Vannesa/Vanny, Gregory, Map Bot

Encanto

Luisa, Mirable, Isabella, Delores,Camilo, Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Julieta, Felix, Agustin, Antonio

Gravity Falls ♡

Bill Chipher, Stanley, Stanford, Mable, Dipper.

OCs ♡

To be added

Anonymous asks

I am perfectly fine with anyone using anonymous asks, I personally use them a lot. However if you use anonymous asks, please put a emoji(s) or a letter(s) as your signature. Just put it at the bottom of your ask and I'll add it to the list

Used Letters:

Used Emojios:

I will write

Different AU's: I can do all diffrent types! Pirate, mafia, hybrid, fantasy, royalty, mermaid, soulmates, mall workers, vampires, ghosts, ect. Or if you have your own AU and would like me to do somthing with it I can tolltally do that to.

Omegaverse: I know not everyone likes this trope but i'm a absaloute sucker for it. I can do Alpha, Beta, or Omega for charecters or Reader. I do write heats but not in a sexual way, i personally write them kinda like a human period but replace the blood with increased body tempetures.

Any Gender: I am personally genderfluid and AFAB so those are the two that I would have the most experience with. However if you want me to do somthing like a trans reader or AMAB reader than I can try my best. Don't be afraid to make it specific to you, everone is diffrent and I understand trying to look for something that fits you more than the stereotypes.

Crossovers: I don't see a lot of creators in any fandom doing crossovers a lot. I see like *Insert charecter* x reader with *insert other character* personality but not really crossovers. So feel free to request a crossover with a diffrent show.

Any skin color: I love having variety in my writing so I will do any skin colors. I can do basic skin colors, from pale peach to dark brown. I can also do exstream versions like skin that is nearly paper white from how pale it is or skin that us nearly space black from how dark it is. I can also do unnatural skin colors, like Mina!

Alterhuman Reader: Ok so I see absaloutly no alterhuman reader fanfics out there so i'm here to change that. I'm not personally a alterhuman but I do have a few freinds that are. If you want me to do a specific one instead of basic I can also do that. Like instead of a dragon kin I can do a dragon kin with space wing and starts eyes with claws that glow in the dark ect.

Body Marks: I personally have stretch marks, moles, freckles, and odd placed birthmarks so I can do any of these or others if you would like. If you are specifically extra self-conscious of your body marks than I can add extra levels of love to specific part if you would like :)

Feel free to requests anything as long as it's not in my will not write list!

I will not write

Abuse: I will not do the character inflicting pain on the reader or the reader inflicting pain on the charecter. I can do mentions of past abuse, such as a charecter or reader flinching at touch or loud noise.

Cheating: character doing it to reader or reader doing it to character is just a big no. I never understood cheating, if you don't love somone just break up with them. If you can't do it for safety reson than find a support system to protect you in dangerous situations.

Misscarage: I have lost three sibling to this and I still cry at night thinking of them, please don't ask me to do anything to do with this subject. If you do I will give you 1 warning and then I'm blocking you.

Abortion: I don't really have a side here but I don't like the though of writing it as it makes me uncomfortable.

Rape/SA: I don't feel comfortable doing this subject. I can not do mentions of it as I have not personally experienced it and don't want to miss somthing or do something wrong.

NSFW: I may be a yandere blog but I do not wish to do anything sexual on this blog, only romantic and platonic here.

Note

Don't worry about being cringe with me! As long as your not hurting anyone than why should I stop you from having fun? Fell free to be your authentic self and request somthing super specific if you want.

[sharknadoslutt]

✨️Art credit for the above collection goes to @unskilled-dabbler (top left), @egofan4evr (top middle), @prophetic-hijinks (top right as well as art at the end of this post), papayawhipped (bottom left), and @overly-dramatic-artist (bottom right)✨️

A big shoutout to @encanto-extended-edition and their awesome OC event for the Encanto fandom. It's week one which means I get to introduce my OC. I'm happy to info dump about my girl, Nayelli Ramos!

Nayelli started out as a self-insert for my Reader x Bruno fanficiton Antisocial but has since evolved into so much more 😍

Name/Nickname: Nayelli "Yelli" Milagros Ramos

Date of Birth: January 31st, 1919

Height: 5"2

Personality: Nayelli is very calm and quiet but not shy by any means; just prefers not to be the center of attention. She can be blunt but this comes from a place of wanting to be honest. She is very kind, and will usually root for the underdog. She will be quiet in a crowd but in her element or with small groups of people she is comfortable around, my girl can be quite goofy. This girl reads books as a means of self-care and loves storytelling. 

Here is my novel compiling her backstory.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk 💚🥰

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

last updated on the 28th of october 2024 <3

listed below is my nsfw one shot masterlist containing everything that i have written across all of my accounts featuring a fem or otherwise non-male character and a fem or otherwise non-male reader insert. (note: although heavy preference is given towards cis/trans fem characters and inserts, neutral, non binary, and other non-male identifying characters and inserts are welcome to appear on this masterlist as well).

crossed out links are pending posts

under 18s and ageless blogs please do not interact with this masterlist or any of the posts linked <3

listed below are nsfw posts only

-> anime / black butler

‘gardening’ ; hannah annafellows x cis fem reader (1.8k)

‘beautiful brat’ ; mey rin x trans female reader (1.1k)

-> anime / demon slayer

‘his smile’ ; amane ubuyashiki x cis female reader x kagaya ubuyashiki (0.5k)

‘dessert’ ; mitsuri kanroji x gender neutral amab reader (0.4k)

-> animated / arcane

‘title pending’ ; cassandra kiramman x cis female reader (wip)

-> animated / hazbin hotel

‘smile for the camera’ ; valentino x gender neutral afab reader x velvette x vox (1.1k)

-> animated / the legend of korra

‘joyride’ ; asami sato x non binary afab reader (1k)

-> animated / the owl house

‘lips and teeth’ ; edalyn clawthorne x plus size cis fem reader (0.7k)

-> animated / winx club

‘your princess’ ; bloom x cis fem reader (0.9k)

-> disney / cinderella

‘pampering your lover’ ; lady tremaine x cis female reader (0.8k)

-> disney / encanto

‘gorgeous girl’ ; luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader (0.6k)

-> game / bioshock

‘the lab assistant’ ; julie langford x cis female reader (1.7k)

-> game / cookie run

‘into the deep end’ ; (amab) abyss monarch cookie x afab reader (1.3k)

‘reunion’ ; blueberry pie cookie x gender neutral reader (0.9k)

‘her greatest treasure’ ; chili pepper cookie x cis fem reader (0.9k)

‘greedy’ ; golden cheese cookie x cis female reader (0.6k)

‘her majesty’s collection’ ; hollyberry cookie x non binary afab reader (0.8k)

‘devoured by the dragon’ ; (amab) pitaya dragon cookie x cis fem reader (1.1k)

‘their brood’ ; (amab) pitaya dragon cookie x cis fem reader (0.4k)

-> game / dark deception

‘becoming hers’ ; helen bierce x gender neutral reader (0.8k)

-> game / resident evil

‘test your luck’ ; alcina dimitrescu x unspecified amab reader (0.6k)

‘the next best thing’ ; alcina dimitrescu x cis female reader (0.7k)

-> live action / star wars

‘her needy princess’ ; padmé amidala x cis fem reader (0.9k)

-> live action / bbc ghosts

‘love for love’s sake’ ; kitty higham x cis female reader x thomas thorne (3.4k)

‘a change of pace’ ; kitty higham x gender neutral afab reader x thomas thorne (0.8k)