sullen girl

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my name is sol, i go by any pronouns, i am colombian and mexican, and i do identify as a nblw. my blog will mainly consist of encanto content but i will probably self-indulge in slasher and horror content too. everything belonging to me can be found under the tag #rottingsullengirl

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— headcanons

— headcanons + drabble

— drabbles

— one-shots

please be as specific as you can with your requests! i want to give you exactly what you want as best as i can. :)

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i will write anything EXCEPT for the following —

incest, underage, necrophilia, bestiality, x male reader and additional things can and will be added. please know i have the right to refuse or deny any request. and be patient with your request, please.

CAMILO MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• literally has the perfect gift for being a yandere.

• often shapeshifts into other people so he can watch and stalk you.

• would use his gift to interact with you as other people. whether it be to get information about you, learn your feelings about who specifically he’s shifted into, or to entirely ruin your relationships.

• he kills two birds with one stone when he weakens your mental state and your memories of talking to certain people when they cant recall it. he likes leaving you dependent and needing him for grounding. you’ll never suspect he’s using his gift—no, sweet camilo would never do that.

• steals your things as keepsakes, mainly sticks to stealing your lip products or cup—anything that’s touch your mouth he’s stolen it.

• his parents would also cover up whatever they find out about his behavior and what he’s done.

• definitely not above hurting people for you. killing people.

• gaslights and manipulates you if you try to even have a remotely civil conversation about his jealousy or if he’s been shapeshifting into people.

• is not above hurting you—i’m sorry but he would. but only if need be.

• is also not above kidnapping you, he could just pretend to be you, maybe die in some accident or maybe make it look like you’ve run away.

• if he did hold you captive he would spill everything he’s ever done for you, guilt-trip you to kick in stockholm syndrome sooner.

• there was no time of stalking and obsessing before he met you, he didn’t start feeling love so intensely until after he met you. it took him six months to make a move.

• he’d be willing to hurt any of his family that isn’t his immediate family.

• i’m sorry but dolores and antonio would help him, dolores out of being an old sister taking care of her little brother and antonio out of just wanting to be a good little brother.

• if you ever threatened to leave him he’d blackmail you one way or another.

• as much as he would hurt you, he’d never kill you. he could never.

• blames you for his behavior. “if you didn’t try to make me jealous like that he wouldn’t have died!” “maybe if you just told him to get lost like i told you that jaguar wouldn’t have mauled him, i dont know!”

• would threaten his own self as a means of manipulating you. he’d go as far as hurting himself in front of you.

• wouldn’t be the smartest in hiding what he’s doing or his real emotions. but you’ve never been the most observant.

• sometimes drugs you so he can sleep with you without the fear of you waking up. a lot of plants have sedative properties you know.

• he knows how he acts and behaves is wrong but he doesn’t care. he can’t stop himself either way.

MIRABEL MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• would be able to see and tell anything thanks to her tío bruno giving her visions whenever she needs.

• once again her parents and tío bruno would help her cover up or hide whatever she’s doing with this tendencies and behavior.

• sweet innocent mirabel would use her reputation to deflect any sort of things that come her way.

• mirabel wouldn’t hurt anyone. not herself at least, she’d simply ask antonio to do her dirty work with the help of the animals.

• she didn’t start stalking or obsessing over you until after she had met you.

• steals your tops and anything you wear really. she also really likes to steal your candy wrappers for some reason.

• would never hurt you intentionally. would hurt you accidentally.

• she wouldn’t ever kill you or hold you captive, she doesn’t have the guilt capacity to do either of those things.

• unlike camilo but like luisa, she genuinely believes she’s not doing anything wrong.

• would hurt anyone in her family (except for antonio) for you.

• mirabel would guilt trip, manipulate, and gaslight you to keep you her’s thoughs. she would threaten to harm herself and would actually do it if you dared called her bluff. cries and begs “you’re the only person who’s ever loved me” “i can’t live without you”.

• would do her best to turn everyone against you so she’s all you have left.

• sneaks into your room and home when you’re not there and more or less indulges. her favorite thing to do is sleep in your bed and put on your clothes.

• she’s smart when it comes to being a yandere. calculated and very patient. until jealousy kicks in.

• respects your boundaries, until you’re asleep. in her mind you sleeping means free reign.

• unlike camilo she doesn’t drug you, she would never. she would however simply sleep with you without regard for you and the probability of you waking up. the risk is better to her.

• often creates fake vision stories to scare you (that bruno vouches for) and instill more dependency on her.

• likes to constantly give you things that would remind you of her, she wants you thinking about her always.

• would she hold you captive? no! but would she tie you up and leave you in your own bedroom unable to escape or move? yes, yes she would. technically it isn’t captivity if it’s your own bedroom right?

• wouldn’t watch you when you’re in anything less than your undergarments, she respects those boundaries.

NSFW/SFW ✧･ﾟ—

• whether luisa is a yandere or not, she will always be overprotective and possessive.

• worships the ground you walk on. once again, whether or not she’s a yandere she loves and adores you more than anything and anyone.

• in constant need of reassurance and words of affirmation.

• would never in a million years hurt you. by accident or otherwise, she’s always hyper-away of her touch on you.

• with that in mind she would also never do anything without your consent. (including watching you change, touching you, and so forth.)

• she hates violence, she would never hurt a fly. because a fly has never done anything to anyone—she would however smash in someones skull that tried to get between the two of you.

• luisa stalked you for six months before she “accidentally” bumped into you while you were working.

• is not above manipulating and gaslighting you. “what do you mean i took your shirt? you left it here.” “do you really think i’d ever hurt someone?” “i thought you cared about me.” does not feel guilty over it either, she loves you and she would do anything to keep you.

• as yandere and possessive as luisa is, her family would still be above you. she’d never hurt her family even if they threatened what you two have, at most she’d give a vivid and violent warning.

• feeds into your paranoia/does things to make you more dependent on her. “what? you tripped over something and sprained your ankle?” “oh no! one of isabela’s flowers got you sick?” “who knows what could happen if you sleep alone…encanto may be blessed but that doesn’t promise safety.”

• genuinely thinks she doesn’t do anything wrong. if it’s in the name of love it’s okay.

• would murder a childs parents as a means of trapping you with a child.

• steals your things. mainly your tops and your perfumes. can only get off while clutching onto one of your clothing pieces.

• if you threatened to leave her or break up with her for any reason she would simply guilt trip you and manipulate you. “you’re the only thing keeping me sane.” “i don’t know how i’ll live without you.” “please don’t leave me to hold this pressure by myself.”

• do not so much as complain about someone making your remotely uncomfortable or else they’ll somehow end up with a broken jaw or worse within a days time.

• as much as she would never lay a finger on you, she isn’t above hinting at her capability of doing so. and you’re not smart enough to call her bluff.

• keeps photographs of you and plant sculptures all around her room. in a small secret room within her room she has an entire shrine dedicated to you.

• and if you ever found out about her true yandere self and whatever she’s done, she would imprison you. keep you in her concrete prison of a room until the end of time if she needs to.

• would threaten to hurt anyone you love as a means of getting you to cooperate. she would also actually just hurt them because she feels it would be taken more seriously by you.

• she’s a fairly easy person to manipulate back though, she would fall for any act of acceptance and everlasting love you put on. her soft spot for you makes her weak mentally.

• possessive sex is the only time she’s ever rough, pulling your hair and biting until you bleed. marking you up and reminding you who you belong to.

Loud laughter reaches your ears, Camilo holding onto his stomach with loud belly laughter leaving his lips. His wide and upturned nose dusted with dark freckles, wrinkles and tears begin to gather at the corners of his honey brown eyes. However you seem to be a big contrast to him, frowning deeply with your arms firmly crossed over your chest and legs criss-crossed in the soft green grass. A cool breeze dances through the air of the beautiful sunny day. Normally you'd enjoy gorgeous clear blue skies and a glowing sun but not today. Not now as you seethe with annoyance and irritation.

“Ow!” Camilo exclaims rubbing his shoulder where you roughly delivered a punch. Shaking your slightly stinging fist, you frown at him with a face hot with embarrassment. His twisted expression of pain delivers a momentary glare until his big eyes flicker across your features and he lightens up. Broad shoulders slump and he throws up his hands. “Come on, Y/n! How am I not supposed to die laughing!” He exclaims defensively with a grin across his sun-kissed skin.

“It’s not funny!” You shoot back with a wrinkle of your own nose and deep scowl. Putting your hot face into your hands, you shake your head. Half-regretting confiding in your best friend about the embarrassing marriage proposal that occured just earlier that morning. “Ay, Camilo, it was humiliating…” You groan into your hands, your voice muffled and weak. Dropping your hands, you grab at your hair and shake your head. “Talk about the worst proposal ever!”

Still letting out soft and quiet fits of laughter, Camilo shakes his head and gently nudges your knee in front of him. “Aw come on, Y/n. Nothing could beat Isabela’s proposal.” He says in a light manner in an effort to lift up your spirits. You look up, hands falling from your hair and into your lap. Pride melts through his chest when you crack a soft smile and laugh lightly. Shrugging nonchalantly, Camilo wipes at his tears. “Plus it’s Ricardo’s fault for proposing with a cake. How was your mama supposed to know there was a ring in there?”

When he begins to laugh lightly, you join in and place a hand to your cheek. Camilo’s glittering eyes flicker across your amused but tired features as you nod in agreement. “She could have sworn she saw mi abuela while choking on that ring…” You mutter out with soft laughter, Camilo joins in with his own big grin and smile. Both of you breathe out and calm down, Camilo’s eyes flickering up and down you.

You’re still upset. Scooting forward a bit, Camilo tilts his head when your gaze drops to the ground and your shoulders slump a bit. Gently tapping at your chin with his index finger, your gaze drags up to meet him and he nods. “What’s the matter? He accepted the refusal, right?” The expression across his features is sympathetic, brows threaded up softly and lips in a hint of a comforting smile. His heart hurts at your tired and sad expression.

“Yeah but…” You trail off softly with a sucking of your teeth. Frowning deeply, you turn away and look down at the grass with a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. “I’m so tired of these proposals, Camilo. Men asking for my hand without so much as conversing with me once and my parents pushing me towards it. There hasn’t been a single month where I haven’t gotten a proposal and not a single day where my parents don’t nag me about it!” Ranting with quick words and expressive hand gestures, you shake your head with a loud groan before falling back. “I’m just so tired of it…” You mutter out with a soft pout.

The frustration and anger in you pumps blood into your racing heart and heat into your face. Gazing up at the beautiful baby blue sky, you shake your head while laying in the beautiful soft grass behind Casa de Madrigal. Admittedly it feels good to vent out your frustrations to your non-judgemental and supportive best friend—but still those negative feelings remain. Camilo shuffles before he lays down beside you, his shoulder against yours and shoe against yours. His scent of cinnamon and rainwater is comforting.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He apologizes softly. Turning to face him, your noses are inches apart. Beautiful honey brown eyes are already looking at you, a soft frown spread across his lips and sympathy riddling his freckled features. “If it makes you feel any better mi mama hasn’t been the most discreet in trying to marry me off either.” When he wrinkles his nose, you smile a bit. “Yesterday she was talking about how good I looked at Dolores’s wedding but how I would look soooo much better at my own wedding.”

Soft laughter leaves your lips, eyes going wide as Camilo nods. “No she did not.” Laughing a bit louder, you reach out and pluck a blade of grass out of one of his light brunette curls. A heavy sigh of exasperation leaves both of you, crooked smiles spread across your faces while gazing into one another’s eyes. You’ve always felt so safe with Camilo, so at home with him. Being with him had always seemed to make the rest of the world and your problems disappear.

Truth be told you have no idea what you’d do if you didn’t have Camilo. You definitely would have long since snapped by now.

Flickering between his eyes, you shrug lazily. Your own expression is one of soft sympathy, brows threaded and lips now holding the ghost of a smile. “Well I’m sorry, Camilo. I guess we’re both going to have to deal with our parents until we find someone.” Annoyance and irritation drips through your words towards the end of your sentence, face twisting into a cringing expression at the mere thought.

Your best friend hums out softly, eyes flickering down as he nods. But your eyes narrow just a bit when his frowning expression slowly shifts to one of realization and he gasps out. “That’s it!” He exclaims loudly, sitting up and turning to you while tucking his curls behind his ear. “I’m a genius!”

Raising a brow at him, your eyes study his features you’ve known since you were kids. The way the corners of his lips curl up and his eyes narrow give you a bad feeling in your stomach. That’s his plotting expression, and usually his plots were less than intelligent and were just trouble in general. Recalling the last time you saw that expression wound up with you having a broken wrist, you shake your head while sitting up. “Nope. Whatever it is, I’m shutting it down now.” You say while shaking your hair of grass.

“Wait no!” Camilo grabs your shoulder ready to defend himself. Meeting his eyes, he smiles big and nods. “You said they won’t leave us alone until we find someone right? What if…we found someone!” He explains as if it’s some big stroke of genius. Contrasting his excited and bright expression, you wear an annoyed look with your shoulders slumping in a “really?” manner.

“Okay…but the entire thing is that I’m not interested in anyone and you—well you don’t want to commit.” You point out in a matter-of-fact tone while criss-crossing your legs and tilting your head.

Letting go of your shoulder, Camilo nods with that same look of enthusiasm and excitement across his features. “Yeah exactly but what if we became a couple?” He suggests with a raise of his brow and nod.

As if reflex, you wrinkle your nose and scoff. “Ew.”

Deflating, Camilo frowns with his eyes rolling. “First of all you’d be so lucky, okay? I’m a prize.” When he flexes his muscles, you can’t help but smile a bit and chuckle softly. His prideful posing and smug expression drops as he leans close to you and nods. “I mean, what if we became a couple just to get our parents off our backs. We could pretend to be together.” He clarifies in a hushed and excited manner, nodding while holding your eyes.

Blinking back softly, your brows furrow and you look at him wearily. Just for a moment your eyes pull away from him, looking down at the blades of grass tickling your skin. For once you find yourself shocked to not think Camilo’s idea is entirely garbage. A thoughtful expression melting away the weary one you wear, you hum out. Truth be told as much as you love Camilo, that love is purely platonic. He’s your best friend and he has been for the eighteen years of your life. Never have you thought about so much as being in a romantic setting with him.

“Nobody would believe it.” You speak through the anticipated silence, turning back to a frowning Camilo. “What? Nobody would! We’ve been friends forever and have always shut down people who even suggested something more to us.” You reason with your arms crossing loosely over your chest, shifting in the grass.

“That’s exactly why everyone would believe us! People love being right!” He points out with a big grin and enthusiastic expression once more. Gesturing out behind you to casita and Encanto, he nods. “Everyone has always been rooting for us to be together. My family loves you like their own and your family loves me like their own. It’d be perfect to get them off our backs.” Camilo reasons with gestures and an enthusiastic attitude.

Wearily, you rub the nape of your neck with a soft exhale. The more he talks the more his words make sense. Still you feel strange no matter how many points he’s making or how right he sounds. Your heart beats a bit quicker as you look back to him with the inside of your cheek being torn up by your teeth. Flickering between his gaze, you ponder over it deeply. You’d do anything to get your parents to back off, even this.

Sighing out in defeat, you shake your head and slap your hand over your shut eyes. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this…” You mumble out just before Camilo let’s out words of triumph and bragging. Frowning, you drop your hand and meet his strangely gleeful expression. Immediately, you poke at his chest and narrow your eyes. “But first and foremost we need to set some very strict ground rules if we’re actually going to do this.” Seriousness and firmness grips your voice like a boa constrictor.

Nodding, Camilo breathes out. “Yeah, good idea. I can start. This may be the most important ground rule.” He starts with a dramatic inhale, looking away into the distance just as dramatically. His hand places over where his heart is and he turns to you dramatically with a pained expression. “No matter how hard it is, Y/n, you cannot fall in love with me. You have to fight the Luisa-strength urge with all of your h—“ Shoving him away by his face with a scowl, he bursts into laughter while swatting your hand.

“Augh, that won’t be an issue.” You say with a roll of your eyes and light laugh before you squeal out at the feeling of something wet along your palm. “Ick! Camilo!” Pulling back your hand the shapeshifters tongue ran up, you cringe and wipe it off on your clothes before narrowing your eyes at him. “How old are you? Five?”

After Camilo calms down and you stop threatening to punch him, you both have a civil discussion about three simple rules. No physical affection, no letting anyone else in on the fake situation, and most importantly—no couple stuff where eyes can’t see. By the time you both finish establishing the simple rules, you shake hands.

“Thank you, Camilo. Really.” You speak softly while pulling your hand away with a soft smile. “Hopefully this works.” Camilo smiles gently, eyes warm while nodding at you reassuringly with his thumbs up.

“It’ll work! Now we just need to figure out how to tell—“

A loud squeal rings out interrupting Camilo, both of you jumping in surprise and looking towards the back of casita. With wide eyes, you look at Camilo who looks equally as shocked when Pepa runs out with a rainbow blooming over her head. Blinking back rapidly, your eyes flicker behind her to catch Dolores standing with her hands folded in front of her. Mierda. Meeting her gaze when Pepa tackles Camilo into a hug, Dolores offers you a sweet smile and wink before she turns away.

CAMILO MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• you’re a breath of fresh air considering the people he’s usually surrounded with. all very loud (except for dolores) and very prone to negativity.

• dolores absolutely loves you considering you’re soft-spoken.

• adores how kind you are.

• sometimes he feels like you’re much too kind.

• when you get upset you don’t snap at him or act as a normal person would which he appreciates but also worries over.

• loves watching you interact with antonio and his mama.

• the first time he ever saw the extent of your strength was when you were working out with luisa.

• he saw you lift a weight twice your weight and needless to say he almost passed out.

• constantly asks you to pick him up or toss him like a ragdoll which you’re almost always hesitant about.

• works out with you (just to watch you workout).

• he’s only ever seen you upset once and he vowed to never get on your bad side.

Sighing out softly, Camilo smiles lovingly while watching you push Antonio on the tire swing. Leaning against the thick trunk of a tree, a cool breeze dances through the air and cools down his freckled skin. A big smile is spread across your gorgeous face while pushing a giggling and laughing Antonio. Warmth blooms throughout Camilo like flowers blooming in Spring, his honey brown eyes flickering up to the beautiful blue sky with a glowing sun for just a moment.

When his eyes fall back to you and Antonio, he pushes off the tree when you place Antonio gently on his feet in the grass with a soft smile. Speaking a few words that Camilo can’t hear, Antonio nods and hurries off towards the jungle gym with the other children. Honey brown eyes meet your warm and loving ones as he approaches you with his hand slipped into his pockets. “Got tired of pushing, Antonio?” He questions lightly with a tilt of his head.

Gently chuckling, you breathe out softly. “I told him to play with the others or they’ll miss him. Jeez, he can play.” You respond in a soft manner while leaning in and planting a soft kiss against his cheek. Smiling big, Camilo plants a gentle kiss against your cheek with a nod. Pulling back, your hands fold gently down in front of you and you sigh out softly. A soft look of sadness and apologeticness spreads across your features. “Oh by the way I won’t be able to hang out tomorrow. My mama needs help with some deliveries. I’m sorry.”

Frowning just a bit and deflating in disappointment, Camilo feels himself disappointed and sad for just a moment. Then he shrugs and smiles sweetly at you. “It’s okay, tonta.” Your nose wrinkles and you grin at the nickname. “We can hangout another time.” He reassures you with his hand going to cup your cheek gently. Happiness and warmth spreads through him when you nod and lean into his touch with a sigh. Opening your mouth to say something, Camilo sees white when something hard hits his nose and knocks him back.

Hot pain shoots through his nose. “Oh my gosh! Camilo, are you okay?” You exclaim softly from in front of him. Tears begin to sting Camilo’s eyes as his nose throbs and he blinks back his blurring vision. Greeted by your worried and wide-eyed expression, he attempts to reassure you until his mouth shuts when he feels something warm dripping into his fingers. Your eyes go wider and you gently touch his chest. “O—You’re bleeding Ca—“

“Woah!” A masculine voice exclaims with a loud laugh. Both of you look towards the direction the frisbee came to see Josue walking over with a grin and amused expression. “You’re supposed to catch it with your hand not your face, Camilo.” The boy taunts with a dark glint in his juniper green eyes. Camilo’s blood boils while looking at the boy whose eyes flicker to you as you pick up the frisbee. You wear a scowl on your features. “Pass it back, Y/n, don’t hurt yourself.”

Camilo’s brows raise in surprise and he steps forward while holding his bloody nose. “You made him bleed, you cabrón! Apologize.” You demand in a voice so loud it makes Camilo stop in his steps and look at you with wide eyes. Across your features is an expression he’s never seen, you’re furious while clinging tightly onto the frisbee.

Scoffing, Josue rolls his eyes. “It’s not my fault he can’t catch.” The tan man says while stopping just a few feet away. Camilo swallows thickly, eyes still on you in surprise as your eyes narrow. Both him and Josue gasp out when you snap the plastic frisbee in half with your own faux gasp and faux look of surprise. “Hey! What’s your prob—“ When Josue steps towards you, you roughly toss the pieces aside and grab ahold of his collar, yanking him down to your face. Camilo’s eyes are far wider than any spherical thing in existence, Josue the same.

“Apologize to Camilo…now.” You harshly speak with narrowed eyes and a deep frown.

Blinking back rapidly, Josue gulps before he turns to Camilo. “I-I’m sorry about that, Camilo…” He apologizes in a slightly trembling voice. Only able to offer a nod when you look at him expectantly, you turn back to Josue and roughly shove him away. The boy stumbles back before he swipes up the broken pieces and runs off. Camilo looks to you as you seethe while watching him run.

When you turn to him, your furious expression is gone in a blink. “Ay mi amor, come here. Are you okay?” You speak out softly with a soft expression of worry while stepping towards him, tugging a handkerchief out of your back pocket. Blinking back gently as you pull down his hand, you smile softly and begin to wipe at the blood that dribbles out. “Oh, it seems some of the bleeding has already slowed down. That’s good, let’s take you to Julieta.”

Yeah the blood has slowed down, maybe because it all went elsewhere.

“What a woman…” Camilo mutters softly while letting you lead him by his elbow. Hearts practically blooming in his eyes.

MIRABEL MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• you’re julieta’s favorite s/o out of her children (don’t tell anyone).

• mirabel loves coming to you when she’s in trouble, knowing you’ll never judge or ridicule her.

• she adores your kindness, she never thinks you’re too kind.

• your soft-spoken way of talking is relaxing to her and she often asks you to talk about whatever just so she can hear your voice.

• like camilo, mirabel didn’t necessarily know the extent of your strength. not until she stumbled back and you caught her without even a soft exhale, bridal style.

• when she asked you if she weighed anything to you you had simply smile brightly and shook your head.

• sometimes get admittedly jealous when you’re too kind to people that hit on you or flirt with you.

• comes to you for pep talks and encouragement.

• often gets flustered when you randomly pick her up or do something showing off your strength that doesn’t seem like it could possibly be coming from you.

• the first and only time she ever saw you angry, she was worried, flustered, confused, and overall in quite a state of surprise.

The atmosphere is beautiful, lively with people. Mirabel smiles sweetly while admiring your beauty glowing with the warm lighting all around the town. Both of you wear hooded rauna’s to protect you from the cold and from being spotted outside of Encanto. “Thank you again for coming with me, Y/n.” Mirabel says in a sweet and bubbly manner while hugging onto your arm tightly. Your eyes once admiring the scenery flickers back to her and a sweet smile spreads across your lips. “I know it’s risky coming here.” She finishes while pushing her circular green frames up on her wide nose.

“Tonight has been fun, Mira.” You respond softly while continuing your slow walk towards the end of town to return to Encanto. “Thank you for it.” Leaning in, you plant a gentle kiss against her cheek that causes warmth to spread from her chest up her neck to her round cheeks. The smile across your lips is palpable with pure happiness, eyes soft and warm. Your eyes flicker around once more and both you and Mirabel spot a woman on the curb, a cup in her hand.

Mirabel tucks back some of her dark curls, sympathy spilling into her at the woman dirtied and less fortunate. Both of you share a look of sympathy, Mirabel blinks back softly when you pull away from her and make your way over. Tugging off the rauna you wear, you stop in front of the surprised woman. Mirabel watches with an aching heart as you hand the woman the rauna and the bags of food you had been so excited to try once home. And you drop the last of the money you had into the cup she holds out.

When the woman stands up and gives you a big hug, you don’t seem to hesitate for a moment before returning it with a sweet smile. Mirabel makes her way over to you as you turn and walk over with a sweet smile and shudder when a cold wind spills through the air. Suddenly she feels her shoulder knocked and she gasps out, deep brown eyes flickering to face a tall and lanky man holding a churro in his hand. Nervously smiling, Mirabel shakes her head. “I’m so—“

“Watch where the hell you’re going, woman!” The man shouts, making Mirabel flinch and gasp out with wide eyes.

Immediately, she looks at you when you step between the two of them with furrowed brows but your sweet smile is still sugary. “What’s going on here, now?” You question in your usual soft-spoken manner while looking at Mirabel with a tilt of your head. She opens her mouth to say something until her eyes widen to see the man's large hand dropping down onto your shoulder in a rough shove.

“Hey mind your business, wh—aaaugh!” Mirabel’s hand slaps over her mouth when you grab the mans wrist and twist it into a painful looking position. His churro drops to the ground as he buckles onto one knee. Deep brown eyes look at your angry expression, hand firmly holding the man's wrist twisting. All around, eyes have flickered over to the commotion. Blinking back rapidly, Mirabel has gone slack jawed as you lean close to the man.

“Please learn to not touch women. In fact, learn how to not be such a rude, quick to anger bastard with no regard for civility. Now you’ve caused a scene.” You speak out with that soft voice before you roughly kick in the mans stomach and release his wrist. When he grunts out in pain and falls to the floor, you turn quickly and grab ahold of Mirabel’s wrist. Tugging her away from the scene, she meets your eyes when you glance back at her. “Are you okay, Mira?” You ask with an expression of gentle worry spread across your softened features.

CAMILO MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• very well versed in dealing with your emotions due to helping his own mama with her emotions.

• whether it’s happy crying or sad or anything else, his go-to will always be to calm you down from crying. whispering sweet things to you and reassurances.

• if the crying is out of sadness or being upset he will try to make you laugh 11/10 times.

• angry and frustrated crying he won’t really know hot to deal with it. it feels more serious to him and he doesn’t know what to do. most times he’ll silently be with you, letting you feel what you need.

• the moment you start crying during an argument, he will get defensive and more frustrated with himself for making you cry.

• carries around a handkerchief with your initial stitched into it. just in case you need it.

• the only time he really enjoys seeing you cry is when you’re crying out of laughter. even when you’re crying out of happiness and joy he worries.

• holds your face when you cry out of sadness and presses his forehead against yours. swipes at your tears with his thumbs.

• often asks his papa for more help in how to deal with your crying and overactive emotions.

• after any crying of happiness or any positive emotion he will 100% shapeshift into you and tease you about it after.

MIRABEL MADRIGAL ✧･ﾟ—

• isn’t very well equipped in dealing with volatile emotions. but she does try her best.

• often just holds you when you begin to cry, no matter the reason you’re crying.

• her best method of trying to help you is simply telling you things and doing things for her she’d want if she was in your position.

• the moment you start crying in an argument she will profusely apologize and take the blame, no matter the argument, who’s at fault, or who started it. she’ll do anything for you to stop crying.

• when you’re angry or frustrated and begin to cry she will try to calm you down with words of reassurances. validating whatever you’re feeling and telling you it’s okay.

• she carries around tissues for you.

• likes to sing or hum to you while letting you cry in her arms.

• being a “glass half-full” kind of girl she’ll always offer optimism and positivity. a “look on the bright side” kind of person that sometimes gets on your nerves. sometimes you just want to feel what you want.

• if she can’t get you to stop crying she’ll feel horrible and guilty. she would try and overcompensate after the matter with her actions or gifts or words.

Sitting across from Isabela with a cup of warm tea in your warm hands, your brows furrow a bit and you chew on the inside of your cheek. Your eyes try to not stare at the beautiful woman across the bakery who talks to a friend of hers that happened to stop by for some pan dulce. The woman carries a bag of bread, holding it out and seemingly offering it to the Madrigal. Smiling just a bit, you turn away and look at the cup of warm tea in front of you. A bit of rouge staining the ceramic where Isabela’s lips had been.

A gentle sigh leaves your lips, hand reaching up to be a resting place for your cheek. You feel conflicted and a little strange while being here. On one hand you’re happy to finally be having tea and conversing with the wonderful Isabela Madrigal, but on the other you can’t help but feel like a weirdo. For the first time in months, starting the moment you bumped into Isabela, that constant overwhelming and looming feeling of being watched has gone away.

For once in months, it doesn’t feel as if there are a pair of eyes burning into each part of you. It brings relaxation to your muscles and insides. Now why exactly do you feel like a weirdo? Well for some strange reason you feel…safe with Isabela. You’ve just met her and somehow she’s made your heart and body calm? It feels weird for you to feel this way over a technical stranger. Frowning just a bit, your foot bounces beneath the table as you try to shove this all away as you have been for months.

“I’m sorry for that.” Isabela’s soft and sugary voice apologizes with a sharp exhale. Your eyes flicker up to meet chocolate brown ones, doe-like and soft while meeting your gaze. Her brows furrow a bit when you force a smile across your lips and shake your head dismissively. Before you can reassure her, she leans forward a bit with a worried expression and tone. “Is something bothering you, Y/n?” She questions.

Your eyes widen a bit, flinching internally at her sudden question. Blinking back gently, you clutch your cup tighter and your eyes flicker across her worried features. How could she tell? In the second she sat down and looked into your eyes, how on Earth could she tell something is bothering you? Clearing your throat, you shake your head with a nervous laugh. “It’s nothing. I wouldn’t want to—“

“Please.” She interrupts catching you off guard once more. Gazing into her eyes, her hand reaches forward and she takes yours. Her hand feels so soft and warm, it feels as if it fits perfectly in yours. Looking back to her large eyes that seem to sparkle and glitter, your lips pull into a frown and your brows thread up. Isabela nods and smiles reassuringly. “You can talk to me. If we’re going to be friends we might as well get a headstart on the confidant thing.” She lightly teases with a wink.

Looking from her reassuring expression to her hand offering yours a reassuring squeeze, you breathe out softly and smile. Relaxing just a bit, you pull away your hand and ponder for just a few moments. Should you tell her? You’ve only just met her and you don’t want to scare away someone that could potentially be a friend. Already you’ve lost and lacked so many. But she looks and seems so kind. And you may snap if you don’t get this out.

Exhaling softly once again, you shake your head. “Okay…if I tell you, can you promise not to tell anyone? Not a soul.” You ask in a softer manner while glancing around and leaning forward more in your seat. Isabela’s reassuring expression grows more worried and she nods with a gentle smile. Tapping your fingertips against the ceramic mug, you shut your eyes. “I—For the past few months I’ve been feeling strange. Like someone’s been watching me for a long time. Whenever I shower, um…before bed, when I’m doing my errands around town—it constantly feels like I’m being watched. And yes I know it’s ridiculous, Encanto is probably the safest place in the world and no one would ever have malicious intent and at first that’s what I’ve been telling myself but then my things started to go missing. My brush, some of my clothing, my perfume, lipstick—strange things…I just…”

Every word that spilled out of your lips grew more rushed and slightly frazzled with each passing word. For just a moment your entire body melts and relaxes, head hanging down and feeling a huge weight lifted off of you. Inhaling the smell of the warm tea, that moment of blissful relaxation and weightlessness is swept away by tension and worry. Slowly looking up at silence fills the air, Isabela looks at you with soft blinks and her lips parted.

Does she believe you? You have to admit it sounds a little—

“Do you have any idea who it could be?” She suddenly questions softly with a worried expression. “Any idea who could be responsible?”

Your brows raise. “Y-You believe me?” You question in surprise, sitting up and grabbing onto the cup even tighter. Complete warmth blooms in your chest when she nods with a gentle smile.

“Even Encanto can’t be the safest place, Y/n. This place has some bad apples.” Isabela says with a gentle shake of her head and a soft exhale. She smiles at you sweetly, a smile that makes you relax and calm down entirely. You truly do feel relaxed and safe with Isabela. And she actually believes you! “I’m here for you, Y/n. Everything you share is safe with me.” She reassures you with a smile before she shifts to that worried expression once more. “That means I want to help you—so do you have any idea who it could be?”

The warm and happy feeling of being believed and finally finding someone to confide in that isn’t scared off is momentary. When her question melts into your mind, your smile falls and your expression shifts to a slightly guilty and worried one. Truth be told you do have an idea who it could be. Your soft eyes flicker away from her gaze and your hands fall into your lap. Grasping onto the soft fabric of your skirt, you shut your eyes. “L-Look I—I’m not entirely certain but I—have this feeling it could be…Patricio…”

A soft exhale comes from Isabela and for a moment you wonder if she’s ready to shut down what you’re saying. Looking back to her, her brow furrows and she leans forward with soft blinks and a hand over her heart. “The seamstress’s son? That Patricio?” She questions in a genuinely curious manner. When you offer a nod, genuine confusion swims across her features. “Why do you think it’s him?”

Blowing a raspberry, you chuckle awkwardly and rub the nape of your neck. “Um…he sort of proposes to me monthly.” You sheepishly respond while feeling the warmth of embarrassment spread into your features. Isabela’s surprised expression doesn’t necessarily help your awkward feeling. “I—I’ve refused many times and made it clear I don’t have any wish to marry him…but he doesn’t seem to get the message. And he’s sometimes been…” Your skin crawls, shame spreading across your entire person and arms hugging yourself.

“Y/n…” Your eyes flicker up at the strange sound of Isabela’s voice. Her expression is one of worry still, nothing seems to be different about her except for the tone of her voice. No longer sugary and sweet, it instead drips with coldness and it’s tight. As if something is lodged into her vocal chords. “Did he hurt you?” She questions with her thick brows threading further.

Blinking back softly, you feel his hands burning into your neck and chin. “He—J-Just once…when I was closing the bakery he became unusually furious and he slammed me against the wall by my throat and chin—b-but please Isabela you cannot tell—” Your eyes widen when Isabela pushes out of her seat and hurries to you. A soft gasp leaves your lips when her arms wrap around your neck and she pulls you into a tight hug, going as far as getting on her knees by the chair.

Squeezing your eyes shut at the first warm embrace you’ve been lucky enough to get since losing both of your parents, your arms loop beneath hers and you slide off the chair and onto the clean flooring. “I won’t tell anyone…” Returning the warm and tight embrace with tears stinging your eyes. Isabela’s hand strokes your head, letting your face bury in her neck. “When did this happen?” She asks softly, mumbling it out still in that tight manner.

Mumbling against the soft skin of her neck and inhaling her flowery and rainy scent, you shake your head gently. “Just two weeks ago…he hasn’t been by since. I’m terrified to see him again, Isa…” Pushing your face against her soft skin, your eyes squeeze shut and arms cling tighter onto her. “I can barely sleep some nights…all of this is too much…”

Isabela exhales deeply, her arms holding you and hands still soothingly stroking the back of your head and back. “Stay with me.” Your brows raise in surprise. “I-I mean stay at Casa De Madrigal. I’m sure abuela wouldn’t mind. The whole family loves you anyway, especially my mama and papa and Tía Pepa.” She says in a sheepish manner that admittedly brings a smile across your lips before you begin to pull away.

Wiping at the few stray tears, you frown at Isabela. “Thank you so much for listening, and promising to keep this a secret but—I couldn’t. As much as I love you all, I just can’t ask for that much.” You speak softly, slowly rising from the floor with Isabela. “Plus there wouldn’t be any excuse to stay there.”

Frowning a bit, Isabela flickers between your eyes for a few beats of silence when she seems to be thoughtful. Then she nods and sighs out, arms wrapping around herself. “I understand, maybe you don’t trust us enough to stay with us.” Your eyes widen and guilt immediately pools into your stomach, Isabela tucks back her teal colored streak in her hair and shakes her head. “We just want you safe, Y/n. And if anything happened to you I think it’d be such a crushing thing to the community. I’d almost feel like it would be my fault...” Her eyes flicker to yours and the guilt pooling in you boils hotter. “What if Patricio comes back? What if he does something worse or takes something more important?”

Fear begins to melt in with the hot guilt. Panic settles through your lungs suddenly not knowing how to work. You don’t want to burden the Madrigal Family or Isabela any more than you have. Of course you trust them more than anything, the ones there when your parents passed and every moment before, after, and during that horrible time in your life. But Isabela is right. What if he comes back and does something worse? What if he does the unthinkable?

Biting down on your bottom lip, your glossy eyes look into Isabela’s. “Are you sure it won’t be any trouble, Isabela?” You question in a soft and slightly trembling manner.

She smiles softly, nodding while gently reaching out and placing her hands on your relaxing shoulders. “I’ll go tell the family right now. You should pack some needed things. As for the bakery, just close early today and tomorrow I can walk you here for work. Okay?” Admittedly, you’re a bit surprised at how quickly she seems to have come up with a sound game plan. But it feels nice, she seems so genuinely worried and caring towards you. Warmth floods through your chest and you nod. “Good. One of us will come pick you up in a little bit. I’ll see you, Y/n.”

“Thank you, Isabela.” You pull her in for one more tight hug which she seems to eagerly accept. “You’re an angel.” She sighs out softly at your words. Pulling away, you offer her a sweet smile and wave before you turn on your heel and leave towards the kitchen.