Please, I've Been Looking For This Writer For More Than Two Years Now.

please, I've been looking for this writer for more than two years now.

"mikewheelerssweater"

that was the name on the writer on Wattpad. I've searched literally every where but to no avail. The writer deleted all their works on Wattpad...their stories where...

"Forest of thoughts"

"Senseless"

Please if you know this writer, or a new platform they are on...help me out 🥺❤️✨

p.s

I searched Google and I found out the writer was also on Tumblr...that's why I joined 😞 I really hope they are okay

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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can i kiss you?

Pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Reader

TW: none to note

Summary: you never get tired of kissing your boyfriend, and Camilo never gets tired of being kissed.

Pronouns: The reader is female and uses she/her pronouns in this story.

Notes: first fic in a while! more camilo stuff on the way and requests for Encanto x readers are now open!

Masterlist

Today was a special day. It was the first day in weeks that Camilo wasn't completely busy with chores around town, and one of the few days where the two of you had an opportunity to just do whatever you two pleased.

The day had started with Camilo bringing you some arepas his tia had made, sharing a whole plateful with you while you walked through town. His brother, Antonio, had recently shown him a beautiful hiding place near the Encanto's mountains, one where you could see the entire town from. He had wanted to take you there ever since, and today, he planned just to do that.

When you finished your last arepa, you two were already passed the edges of the town, and getting close to the bottom of the mountains.

"You did remember to bring a blanket, right?" you asked him, swinging his hand back and forth gently as you walked. Camilo nodded, gesturing to the bag he had on his other shoulder.

"Yep! Mirabel made a new quilt for me this week, so I just brought my old one."

You giggled and leaned against his shoulder.

"I'm surprised you're even this prepared," you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it gets worse," he said sarcastically. "I brought water and extra snacks, too!"

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your chest and bumping your hips into him lightly.

"who are you, and what you have you done with my 'Milo!"

He gave you a wicked grin and spun away from you, his arms bending to resemble the claws of a maniacal villain.

"Ah, you have caught me, senorita! I am not Camilo, I am-"

He straightened his back and threw his arms to the sky, his body shifting and morphing dramatically into a familiar looking middle aged man, holding his arms out in a large wave.

"Jose! The local carpenter!"

You burst out laughing at that, knowing the many times you had injured Jose while helping him move furniture around Encanto. Camilo knew how embarrassing it was whenever you did that, but never failed to tease you for it regardless.

"Camilo! You're so mean!" you laughed, walking up to him and wrapping an arm around him as he shifted back into himself. "i wouldn't be surprised if he was out to get me at this point, though. Did you see his nose after that bookshelf fell on him?"

Camilo winced, the image of Jose's swollen, broken nose filling his mind as he remembered the awful incident that had happened only earlier that week.

"ugh, yeah... it took quite a few arepas for that to get better."

You cringed, laughing awkwardly as you rested your head on his shoulders.

"I'm seriously impressed that you packed so much just for a hike."

A smug grin came across the curly-haired boy's features as he gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh, you know my mama! She made me pack most of the snacks and water, just in case."

You chuckled, already picturing Pepa dragging Camilo back to the house to make sure he packed everything she deemed necessary. She was such a caring and doting mother, and you were lucky that she not only looked after Camilo, but you as well.

"I think its sweet how much she cares about you."

"Between you and me, she seemed more worried about you."

He transformed quickly into a shorter version of his mother (just so you could keep your head on his shoulder).

"If you let anything happen to my future daughter-in-law, Camilo, the Encanto will be flooded for weeks!"

You flushed hearing the words "future daughter-in-law," smiling softly and avoiding Camilo's eyes.

"Did... did she really call me that?"

Camilo gave you a soft look and slowly transformed back into himself, giving you a small "mhm," and squeezing your waist.

"She's done it many times before, ever since you came over for dinner a while back."

You grinned, looking back up at him.

"It makes me really happy to know that."

He gives you a small kiss on your temple, slowly slipping out of your grip.

"I'm glad, mi vida," he says softly, taking your hand and showing you the bottom of one of the many mountains surrounding the Encanto. he slung the bag on his shoulders to his back and lead you forward to the side of the mountain, letting go of your hand to hook his on one of the many vines growing up it. He glanced back at you and smiled.

"Follow me!"

And so you did, allowing Camilo to lead you up the short climb to this hiding spot he had been waiting to show you, eventually pulling you up to a small part of the mountain that jutted out. When you finally got a chance to look around, you realized just how beautiful the spot was, with smooth ground below your feet and captivating trees and plants growing all around and above you. You smiled brightly at Camilo, who was taking the blanket out of his bag and laying it on the ground. He gestured to it gentlemanly, waiting for you to take your place and lie down.

You chuckled, taking your time to lie down and take in the view above you. The trees framed a round picture of the clear blue sky, in which you could see toucans and hummingbirds flying from tree to tree and flower to flower. it was truly a sight to behold and you were still surprised Camilo had even managed to find it.

Soon, Camilo had taken his place beside you, taking your hand in his yet again and giving it a gentle squeeze. You turned to him and gave him your most sincere smile.

"This place is amazing, Camilo."

He chuckled, his brown eyes staring deep into yours.

"I'm glad you like it so much, mi amor."

He looked down at your hand intertwined with his, and he slowly brought them up to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your palm. You giggled again, a blush creeping up your face. You slipped out of his hand to hold the side of his face, taking a minute to just admire the boy in front of you. His wonderfully curly hair and adorable nose, and those eyes you could get lost in for hours. The freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose that you often counted when the two of you were alone, and the soft lips that could render you defenseless with a kiss.

As you brushed your thumb across his cheek, you shyly asked a small question.

"Can I kiss you?"

Camilo's smile faltered a bit as he became flustered at the question, a pink hue crossing across his freckles. However, his look of shock was quickly replaced with a dopey grin.

"Sure," he whispered excitedly, and with a swift movement, your lips were on his. The kiss was sweet and gentle, full of the love and admiration that you had for this boy. You felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you in a warm embrace as he kissed you back. You could practically feel the smile on his face as he kissed you, and when you pulled away, you could've sworn his smile was glowing.

Camilo slowly opened his eyes again, a lovestruck look gleaming in his eye as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. you leaned into his touch, giving him an equally romantic look back.

It was amazing how much love this boy could have for you.

He felt his heart beat fast as you opened your mouth to ask him, "can I kiss you again?" and he laughed.

"Mi corazon, do you even have to ask?"

You giggled and rushed to meet his lips again, rolling over so that you were on top of him, placing kiss after kiss all over his lips and face. You dotted over every freckle, and Camilo smiled as you leaned back down to kiss his lips, a loud laugh emitting from his chest.

"Amor, it tickles!'

You gave him one last peck on the lips before leaning above him, looking down at the dopey grin spread across his face.

"Sorry! You're just so kissable, Camilo Madrigal!"

He gave you a skeptical look, combing his hand through your hair.

"Really?"

You sighed dramatically, feigning a distraught look on your face.

"Oh yes! It's just so hard to simply not kiss you," you kissed the tip of his nose, "every time we're together."

"Oh, trust me," he said, gently pressing yet another kiss to your lips. "I know exactly how you feel."

swoooooned😖

I'll probably go ...(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Camilo: yeah I give up. I'm tired

Dolores: quick, get the emergency supply!

Mirabel: *brings y/n into the room*

Camilo: AND I AM BACK BABY LET'S GOOO

Me: This character is so fascinating. He’s suffered so much trauma and yet he’s so sweet and gentle. I want to explore his backstory! I want to flesh out his inner life! I want to dig into how his experiences shaped him as an adult and imagine his complex, full-color future!!

Me writing fic: Here’s a 2,000 word description of his dick.