I Have A Pink Owl Named Eleven

I have a pink owl named eleven✨😽

like or reblog if you still have plushies/stuffed animals. im autistic and need validation

pepa: y/n, we don’t talk about bruno here.

y/n: oh you mean camilo’s hot tío lmao

camilo: WHAT.

umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it

That man's self esteem is still crushed.

duende | 1 of 3

pre-movie!bruno madrigal x f!reader ; 18+

Summary: More than 30 years ago, life used to be very different for Bruno Madrigal. Well, people in town still feared him like the plague, and his family kept treating him like such, but at least he had you.

Warnings/Info: 18+ only, duh! | I don’t know who’s a bad influence to who in this lol | eventual SMUT; dark!themes; mention of emotional/physical abuse (family stuff); daddy/mommy issues; cussing

I’m sorry! This took such a sad and dark turn, and I don’t even know why ~ the smut will be hot though, so I hope some of y'all will enjoy this and stick around for the next chapter. Also, I love Alma/Abuela, but she’s still a manipulative biatch in this story. 🖤

“Pepí, calm doooown, please!”, Julieta whines as she tries to shield her hair from the falling raindrops. “Mamá, help!”

“Pepa, the clouds! Mijita, calm down, you’re ruining your new dresses!”

Meanwhile, Bruno watches from the shadows of the second floor, snacking on an arepa nonchalantly as his older sister Pepa has her third meltdown today, and it is barely noon. He is aware of her date with Félix, but he doesn’t quite understand why she would freak out like this. Félix is whipped for her already anyway; he’d marry Pepa in a heartbeat if mamá would allow it so soon.

Finally, after finishing his snack and feeding the last crumbs to the two rats, Lola and Hugo, sitting on each one of his shoulders, Bruno has had enough of the drama, and decides to leave.

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camilo, looking at a list: do we really need the gallon of beer?

y/n: no, no, I need the beer. YOU need to put your pants on

camilo, whining: but life is so free without them!

y/n, glaring: pants. on. now!