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First req? Carlos with someone who likes flowers and makes all sorts of stuff with flowers. etc flower crowns, bookmarks. Uh not sure if you do he/him reader but yeah. Give the boy a flower crown 😔

your lie in april

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happy april fools >:)

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carlos madrigal x he/him reader

summary: reader is someone who owns a flower shop with his dad, his mom passed away some time ago. carlos madrigal always makes fun of him for selling flowers when isabela is here.

genre: angst + fluff?

NOT BETA READ

WARNINGS: mentioning the death of a parent, bullying

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“Thanks for coming! Looking forward to seeing you next time.”

Ever since your mom passed away, you and your dad have been in charge of your family’s flower shop. Business has been doing well for the family until Isabela Madrigal was born, but some (like less than 10) people still come and buy flowers from you guys.

“Y/N’s making flower crowns again…”

“He’s just like his mom.”

“What’s the point? No one’s buying flowers from his little shop anyway. Who needs that when you’ve got Isabela?”

You always hear your name whispered amongst town folks, they think you don’t know. You do.

To be honest, you didn’t think of being a flower enthusiast as a big deal, but apparently Isabela Madrigal was, so you and your father became her so-called rival, as townsfolk would say. Of course, Isabela was nice to you and your dad, and you were too although you secretly disliked her for making the family business crumble.

And then there came the annoying Carlos Madrigal, who was even worse than Isabela. Carlos didn’t even bother trying to be nice to you, and he’s always the first one to point and laugh at you whenever you had a flower stand up at town square, selling hand-made accessories like earrings and flower bracelets.

“Why do you even sell them anyway? My prima can make all these in a second, no one’s going to buy trash, Y/N.”

You never understood why he was so rude when you’ve done nothing to him. Perhaps you’ve wronged him in your past life in some way, now all he does is give you misery. For some reason you don’t hate him, on the contrary you were determined to find out the reason why he disliked you so much.

In a way, you were interested in him. Sure he was mean to you, called you rude names, made fun of your family business, but deep down you believed it had something to do with his own troubles which he’d never reveal to people. However, your mixed feelings about Carlos quickly faded when an incident happened at school.

In memory of your mom, you always wore a flower bracelet she made for you when you were younger.

“Peonies represent good luck, mijo. They’re my favourite flowers too, I want you to have this.”

You’ve never taken it off ever since.

Minding your own business at school like any other day, you were walking to class when you accidentally bumped into a familiar, not-so-friendly looking boy in maroon clothing.

“Watch where you’re- oh? I see Y/N has decided to grace me with his presence today.” He sneered.

His friends beside him laughed, and your eyes remained fixated on the books you were holding, merely annoyed that you couldn’t live one peaceful day without Carlos Madrigal getting on your nerves.

You brushed it off, about to ignore what just happened and go to class as per usual, when you felt something get snatched off your wrist.

Oh no that bitch did not-

Pulling off your peony bracelet off your wrist swiftly, Carlos snatched it from your lingering wrist and waved it high up in the air.

“Why do you always wear this stupid bracelet anyway? Isn’t it about time you moved on?” He jeered. Carlos smirked and looked at his friends for approval, but to his surprise they were as shocked as you were.

That being so sudden, you didn’t know how to react. You stood in front of Carlos, staring at his hand in horror as he waved your bracelet in the air, out of your reach. You knew Carlos had his wicked schemes, but that was way too far.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Carlos continued. Now more people are gathering around you two and his friends to see what the two of you were on about. A whirlwind of emotions rushed through your mind, and flashbacks of him making fun of you selling flowers, being rude for no reason, all built up a sudden rage inside of you. Who does he think he is?

Without thinking, you whacked your arm and punched Carlos straight in the face, your bracelet dropping from his hand and you snatching it right on time. Your bold action earned a few cheers and ‘ooo’s from the crowd, and you saw teachers rushing over but you quickly rushed away.

You just punched THE Carlos Madrigal in the face. You’re in big trouble.

To your surprise, Carlos didn’t come for you after the incident. On the contrary, he even stopped bullying you for some reason. You’d be at your stall at town square, hoping someone would come and take a look at your handmade flower crowns and bracelets, and catch Carlos staring from the corner of your eye. Stalker.

A week has passed since the incident, you and Carlos haven’t interacted. You were happy that he stopped bothering you, and you hated him for what he did. One day after school, you went to your usual spot under a big oak tree near your house. It was the place your mother taught you how to make flower related items and bouquets, and you always sat there weaving threads of vines and strings together, forming beautiful flower crowns.

You were busy weaving flowers together when you heard grass rustling, and to your surprise, Carlos stood a few feet away from you, staring. You were still furious about the incident and everything he did, so you ignored him.

The Madrigal walked closer to you and plopped down next to you, as if the two of you were friends. The rage inside of you burnt up again, and you were about to give him a good slap then leave, when you heard him mumble something.

“….”

You shifted your gaze and glared at Carlos. His eyes were looking at everything but you, as if he didn’t dare to.

“….Sorry.”

What? Did Carlos just apologise to you? This was too good to be true.

“Excuse me? Speak louder I couldn’t hear you over your messy ass hair.” you said, expression remaining unchanged as his eyebrows furrowed.

“…..I said I’m s-“

“Can’t hear you.”

“I said-

“Louder-“

“I SAID I’M SORRY! Jeez.”

Carlos finally looked up, frowning and crossing his arms, then leaning against the tree the two of you were sitting under.

“Don’t give me an attitude, Madrigal. I’m never going to forgive you.” you said sternly, going back to whatever you were working on.

Carlos turned his focus onto your hands, watching you as you carefully wire each flower stem onto the base. You were too focused to notice that he was staring, filling in empty spaces on the wire with flowers.

You finally stopped what you were doing for a second, relaxing your hands and shoulders from the hunched position you were in. You leaned against the tree like Carlos, and looked up at the sky.

“Why do you hate me?” you sighed.

Carlos frowned, picking his fingers as he pondered how to answer question. Truth is, he doesn’t hate you. He never did. He was annoyed that you kept making flowers when Isabela clearly dominated the flower making industry in Encanto, he hated how you never gave up on flowers even after your mom passed away, and he hated that he liked your passion so much. The reason why he kept making fun of you was because he was trying to get over thoughts of trying to get to know you better.

Guess no one’s ever told Carlos that being mean to his crush is not the way to get noticed.

“I don’t hate you. I just- don’t understand why you keep making flowery shit when no one buys anything from your store.” Carlos rolled his eyes. “Full offence,” he added, regaining his cocky personality.

“I like making them, and so did my mom. I don’t see why that’s a big problem to you.” you stated, turning your head and looking at him.

Your eyes met his emerald ones, the two of you making direct eye contact which isn’t because of arguing for the first time. The awkward tension between you two quickly faded when the two of you looked away after a few seconds. You felt something that you shouldn’t have felt. Feelings? No way. Not for the boy who’s been bullying you for as long as you could remember.

“I know. My point is, I’m sorry. Genuinely. I’ve already apologised so whatever happens now is your problem.” Carlos said, getting up from the grass.

“Before you leave, take this.”

You handed him an aconite, holding in your laughter as he stared at the flower you were holding towards him in confusion.

“What’s this?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It’s an aconite! It’s poisonous and it represents hatred.” you smiled innocently. Watching him quickly throwing the flower onto the ground and stomping on it, horrified.

“You fucker-“

Miraculously, that’s how the friendship between you and Carlos blossomed. Over an aconite.

You and Carlos started making small talk at school, even sitting together at lunch a couple times. You have no idea how that happened but you weren’t opposed to it. For some reason Carlos started becoming interested in flowers, asking you what flowers mean and giving you the ones that mean weird things to prank you. You’ve grown to his presence and secretly forgave him for everything.

“Since when did you become friends with flower boy, Madrigal? Thought you hated him.”

One of the boys you recognise as Peter was talking to Carlos in the hallway. You knew him because him and Carlos used to be close. To your surprise, Carlos shrugged and replied with “He’s tolerable.”, put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Oh? You smiled to yourself. The fact that he doesn’t hate you made you happy for some reason. Maybe Carlos wasn’t such a bad person after all.

On Carlos’ birthday, he asked you to hang out, and you agreed since he was being nice for the first time. The two of you met underneath the same tree where the two of you became friends.

“Unhappy birthday, tonto.” you teased, waving at Carlos as he arrived.

“Fuck you Y/N…” Carlos rolled his eyes, unable to hide a smile curving from his lips.

The two of you sat down under the tree, talking about the most random things you could think of. Carlos asked you about flowers, and you had a mini kit that you carry with you everywhere, just so you could make something anytime.

Carlos was amazed that you knew so much about flowers and their meanings. Even Isa wouldn’t know this shit. He kept staring at you dumbfounded as you blabbered on about flowers. For some reason it was interesting to him. He liked the way you get excited whenever you went on about flower meanings and your next flower crafting ideas. Your hangouts together was basically an endless guide to flowers 101, while he sat and listened. Something about your passion made him like you. A lot.

“Oh I almost forgot, this is for you.”

Carlos was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you reaching for your bag, fumbling around with the inside. You took out a beautiful flower crown made with lilies and roses. Each flower was wrapped around in a golden wire with detail, and connecting the two ends was a bow tied with translucent, maroon fabric that matched his usual attire.

Carlos looked down at the flower crown, not saying a single word. Fuck. He doesn’t like it. You nervously bit the insides of his cheek, waiting for a response. Carlos finally broke the silence, looking up at you. He carefully took the flower crown from your hands and grazed the petals on it. Whew. He doesn’t hate it, thank god. You mentally kicked yourself since you thought it wasn’t good enough. Given his reaction, it probably wasn’t the best birthday gift ever. Not to mention he already makes fun of you for making flower crowns.

“Um, want me to help you put it on?” you offered, anxiously tapping the tip your finger on your other hand. Carlos nodded, face flushed as he avoided eye contact with you. Carlos Madrigal blushing wasn’t something you’d expect to see, not in front of you at least. He looked adorable, the redness on his cheeks nearly blending in with his freckles.

You took the flower crown from his hand, then stretched your arms and placed it on his head. You were focused on his hair, pushing away locks that kept getting in the way as you tried to secure the flower crown onto his head. Your chin was basically touching Carlos’ face as your head was looking upwards. The two of you were closer to each other than ever.

“Carlos, your hair keeps getting in the way-” you groaned, struggling to make the flower crown fit perfectly on his head since the boy has so much hair. It was fluffy and curly, you were trying so hard to resist ruffling it.

“It fits, just stop messing with my hair.” Carlos said. His cheeks were red. Thank god you weren’t looking at him, otherwise the poor boy would be exposed.

“I know it fits, I just want it to fit perfectly yanno?”

You were about to fix another strand of his hair when you felt a pair of cold hands on your cheek, gently pulling you downwards as you let go of his flower crown due to the sudden interruption.

Carlos moved your head downwards abruptly, cupped your cheeks and pressed his chapped lips against yours. It happened so sudden that you didn’t know how to react, but you kissed back as if you’ve longed for this moment since forever. And secretly, you did.

Carlos pulled away after a few seconds, looking at your dazed expression. You farted your eyes, flustered and refusing to believe what just happened. Why did he do that? What the fuck? The amount of questions you had in your mind stopped your mouth from functioning.

It took a few seconds for Carlos to register what he just did. Staring at the ground, mouth agape, his heart was beating faster than ever.

“Shit. shit shit shit oh my GOD.” Carlos slapped his hands onto his head, running them down his face as he groaned loudly. “I didn’t- I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that.” Trying to cover his reddening face. You can’t help but laugh at the way he was panicking.

“Oh so this is funny to you? Okay Y/N.” Carlos mumbled, nervousness turning into embarrassment as you giggled.

“I take that you like your gift? And me as well?” you teased, smirking at him.

“Obviously, tonto.” He smiled sheepishly, rolling his eyes and touching the petals on his head once more. This was the best birthday he’s ever had, all because of you. Carlos leaned in and kissed you once more, and you kissed him back, smiling.

Months have passed since you and Carlos finally stopped hiding your feelings for each other. Your feelings for each other grew since then, but so did your illness.

Your mother died because of some illness which had no cure, and your family didn’t know it was an inherited disease. Death took you away when everyone least expected it.

A familiar silhouette walked up to your grave, which was now filled with different types of flowers.

“RIP Y/N, may you continue to blossom in the afterlife.”

Kneeling down, Carlos placed a flower crown in front of your grave. You taught him how to make those, and he’s never stopped trying to make you a perfect one ever since. This one was made out of roses and peonies. Two of the flowers you loved the most.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if the two of you had more time. Maybe if he didn’t bully you in the first place, the two of you could’ve had more time. Carlos Madrigal has had many regrets in his life, and treating you the way he did was one of his biggest ones. Loving you wasn’t.

“I miss you, Y/N. I love you.”

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A/N: i am so sorry for this-i loved this request so much that i had to add a painful ending, and sorry anon for taking so much time writing this🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ my search history has been ‘flower meanings’ for the past week😭 anyway i hope you enjoyed reading this!:)

#carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #encanto #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos madrigal fic #carlos x reader #carlos madrigal angst #carlos madrigal fluff #carlos encanto #camilo madrigal #disney #encanto carlos #disney encanto #encanto fluff #encanto angst #kiki’s kreations

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chxwrites · 2 years

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to the anon earlier, i could tag you in the fic when it drops if you want! Just shoot me a private dm or something if you’re shy

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Hello. I'm just asking if the sakiwaran is discontinued? It was a really great concept and I love it very much and I just wanna know if it's dropped?

Sorry! it’s not dropped i’ve just been really busy recently :’)

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chxwrites · 2 years

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christ i’m sorry anon the request has been sitting in inbox for more than 2 months. almost three. Anyways i’m kind of back..? for now at least.

(this doesn’t guarantee i update my multipart fics :sob)

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Could I ask enemy to lovers? With Carlos pls!

Angst to fluff! Maybe a huge fight btw them but them making up after! Pls!

pairing: Carlos madrigal x reader (i don’t think gender is implied except for one Novia.)

genre: angst to fluff. argument that ends well

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tags @dai-tsukki-desu

This has been sitting in my inbox for.. over a month. my apologies, Thank you for the first request Anon hope this was to your liking. (not beta read because i can’t reread my stuff without cringing.

You were pissed off. Today wasn’t your day, you kept knocking into things, dropping things into unreachable places and it started raining while you were out, taking the clothes back inside the house. There were wayyyy more unfortunate events that happened today but none of them pissed you off more than the hijo de puta in front of you.

He sat on a ledge next to you as you prepared the birthday card for Camilo’s birthday. This was your third time redoing it, all because dearest Carlos Madrigal had ruined your second card that was almost finished. You were beyond pissed and done at this point. For god’s sake, it was like the only thing he knew how to do was annoy you and press your buttons, making you pissed off. You gritted your teeth as he played music loudly from his radio. Out of all places in Encanto, he had to sit here and bring his estupido radio, playing some random broadcast with static. He wasn’t even paying attention to it, judging from how he was mindlessly looking at the sky, legs crossed over each other and bouncing in an irritating way. Everything he did, his attitude, his personality pissed you off to no ends and you had no patience at all today.

“Can you turn that down?” You had enough, finally speaking up after half an hour of this. He hummed and looked your way, lazily opening an eye to glance at you and stretched. He took his time and finally, finally stood up and walk to his dumb radio and held it.

Only to turn it to max volume. You almost dropped your pen and ruined the THIRD card you had done. The obnoxious, ear-splitting sound of the broadcast narrator was echoing in your ears, causing you a huge migraine. He grinned, shooting you a cunning smile and resumed to his previous position. You closed your eyes and sharply inhaled, dropping the pen on the floor as you stood up, done with his bullshit.

He was being an asshole today. not like he wasn’t an asshole everyday to everyone but specifically you. He was so intolerable, his voice so irritating and all his actions testing your patience everyday. It seemed like he existed just to make your life harder. Honestly, he enjoyed your suffering and misery so much for no reason. It’s not like you’ve been rude or in any way curt towards him at first, you’ve been way too nice now that you look back. You’ve tried befriending him, gifting him things only to watch him drop and step on it like it was worthless. You’ve even gone as far to apologising, for what? you didn’t know but maybe you’ve done something to piss him off who knows. he slapped your hand away and sneered at your proposal of a truce to merely exist together. Dios míos, even though you weren’t an optimistic person per say, you didn’t expect him to be this bad.

You stood in front of him, shadow covering him as he didn’t even bother to look at you.

“Can you stop being an asshole and either leave or turn it down?” You asked him, anger evident. You wanted to slap him for that arrogant look on his face, like he looked down on you. He still had that stupid grin on his face as he answered

“What are you going to do about it.”

You dug your nails into your palm. “What if i broke your stupid radio.”

He only smirked wider at that, “You wont. As if you have the guts to do so, Y/n. I’d love to see you try though” He sat up, looking back at you with amusement evident in his tone.

He thinks this is a game doesn’t he? He thinks this is so funny. You pondered. Screw it.

You grabbed his radio and hesitated, Carlos looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as he waited. You exhaled and slammed it harshly against the floor, hearing the radio hit the floor with a harsh sound. it spluttered once, twice and it’s broadcast distorted before going completely silent. There were a few seconds of silence as you watched the now broken radio in front of you on the floor and the air was so thick as you both waited for the other to react.

“What the fuck.” Carlos breathed out, abruptly standing up and pushing you away from the radio and grabbed your arm, holding your arm tightly and you suppressed a wince.

“You deserved it” You muttered, feeling a bit bad. But he did this to himself. You scoffed, glaring back at his face that was in close proximity with yours. Both of you said nothing as your faces were a few centimetres apart. You unhelpfully noted he had freckles over his cheeks and a beauty mark. His eyes were really.. nice actually.

“Okay” He said in an unusually soft voice. “Then you deserve this too” He let go of your arm that formed a red dull mark due to his tight grip and grabbed the long forgotten card. He shredded it,taking out his frustration by ripping all your hard work to bits and pieces.

“What the f-“ You grabbed his collar, making him turn to you as you grabbed the now torn, formerly beautiful card but now pieces of paper from his hand. He chuckled, smile widening as he watched you grit your teeth, hand trembling while grabbing his collar tightly. He tugged his hand, making you let go of the bit of paper and he tossed it haphazardly behind him, in a careless manner.

“It was for Camilo you pendejo!”

His lips curled into a cruel smirk again as he looked down at you, eyes humourless. “Camilo this, Camilo that. Cállate already. Do you have a crush on him or something, always clinging and sticking to him like some sort of disgusting simp. I’m only doing you a favour at this point, cariño” He grabbed your hand from his collar and pushed you against a ledge. Your knees bucked uncontrollably against the ledge and you sat down as he placed his arms on both sides of you.

“I’m not a selfish hijo de puta like you, Carlos. I actually care about people especially friends which you don’t have because of how much of an asshole you are.” You spat out the words at him with venom.

His eyes narrowed. “Why should I care about anyone if they’re all.. worthless. Were you suggesting I should give a shit about you? That’s really cute cariño.” He grinned, putting a hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your face, caressing you with his rough fingers.

You smacked his hand away, making him even more amused. “Don’t cariño me, pendejo. Why are you targeting me when I’ve done nothing but be nice to you.”

He leaned away, not trapping you to the ledge anymore. “Then stop pissing me off Cariño” He emphasised cariño just to mess with you.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “Piss you off? Ive stayed out of your way every single day. You’re the one who should stop pissing me off.” Your eyes teared up slightly, livid that he accused you.

His eyes lit up and he bit his tongue. He always liked seeing you tear up out of anger or hurt. It was so.. captivating to him. Something about the way your face flushing and eyes looking so.. beautiful when you cried had him wanting more. It was addictive. And he was so addicted he didn’t know what to do. He could hear his heartbeat pounding harshly, blood pumping through him quickly.

He grabbed your chin, pulling you close again.

“What are you going to do then cariño” He whispered against your ears. His voice wasn’t as annoying anymore somehow. You held your breath as he pressed against you.

“Are you going to cry and whine to Camilo about how I’m being an asshole to you again?” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to speak,

“Shut up” he cut you off. Gripping your jaw tighter.

“Carlos-“

“Dios míos, shut up.”

You grimaced. “You’re just pissed off you’re not loved by your family.”

His eyes darkened, his fingernails dug into your skin. You grinned, not giving a damn about the consequences or what he’s going to do anymore. He looked you straight in the eyes.

“I said, shut up.” His face was so close to yours now, just a breadth apart. both of you were glaring at each other, bodies pressed against each other on the ledge as neither of you stepped down. Maybe it was the high summer heat in the middle of the day but you felt like you were burning. You reached out an arm and pressed against his chest, hands curling into a fist and bunching up his shirt as you pulled him closer.

“Make me”

The words snapped him out of his trance, he smashed his lips against yours, fervently and passionately kissing you. He roughly pressed his lips against yours, making you freeze, staring at his closed eyes as he kissed you. You closed your own and to your horror, kissed him back. Your hand slowly crept up, wrapping around his shoulders and scraping down his back. His hand left your jaw and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him and letting him kiss you even harder.

You made a strangled, small whine against his lips. You didn’t know what to do except kiss him back. Your nails continued to dig against his back making him bite back a grunt of his own. He parted from your wet lips, eyes half lidded as he stares at your almost drunk state, eyes glazed over and lips wet from his kiss. You looked even more stunning than he could ever imagine.

“Carlos..” You stuttered.

“What’s wrong Cariño, cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, kissing you again, this time only gently pressing his lips against yours for a brief moment that left you wanting more.

“no but you did” You muttered, suddenly aware you were in public. “Wait does this mean you like me”

He rolled his eyes. “No shit. Do I need to kiss you again to prove a point cariño.”

“What happened to hating me” You teased.

He sighed, “you’re not letting go of that aren’t you. Just say if you’ll be my novia or this is a one time thing and we go back to mutually hating each other”

You snorted, letting out an indignant laugh. “I kissed you back, idiota what do you think.”

He smiled, leaning in as he kissed you again.

“So.. you weren’t in love with Camilo after all..?”

You groaned and whacked him on the head.

#camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #encanto x reader #encanto imagines #camilo fanfic #camilo imagines #camilo mi amor #carlos madrigal #carlos madrigal x reader #encanto camilo

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chxwrites · 2 years

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😭 that’s sweet thank you, si, acepto

#submission

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chxwrites · 2 years

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drunk words, sober thoughts

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carlos madrigal x gender neutral reader

summary: carlos gets drunk at a party and shares a moment with y/n

genre: fluff?? kinda??

NOT BETA READ

WARNINGS: mentions of nsfw (no lemon/smut), getting drunk

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COLUUUUUMBIA ENCANTO!!

Music rang through your ears as you and Miarabel moved your body to the beat. The Madrigals have held another party, and you were having fun, as usual.

You and Mira were having fun, holding each other by the hand and shimmying around, enjoying the lively atmosphere, when a pelican randomly flew down from the open ceiling (imagine if casita opened it’s casitussy okay it’s an open ceiling because i said so) and landed on Mira’s shoulder.

‘That’s my cue! Sorry y/n, Antonio needs me.’ Mirabel smiled apologetically. You nodded a ‘no problem’ and waved goodbye to her as she hurriedly followed the pelican, squeezing through crowds of people to find her cousin and do whatever he needed help with.

Alone on the dance floor, you decided to check out some refreshments and snacks. Dinner was an hour or two ago and you’ve been dancing ever since, you need a few power snacks and a couple drinks to keep you through the night.

You rocked your hips to the beat, smoothly shuffling towards the kitchen so you wouldn’t catch too many people’s attention while they were dancing. Walking amongst a whole herd of dancing people is weird and awkward.

A colourful punch fountain was on the kitchen table, along with plastic cups. Casita greeted you by moving a few times on the counter, welcoming your presence. Thirsty from all the dancing, you decided to help yourself. Grabbing a red plastic cup, you tilted the opening towards the punch fountain and the colourful juice poured heavily into your cup like a river. You were about to take a long awaited sip when you heard a tiny hiccup from behind you.

You turned around to a red-faced Carlos.The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and his maroon rauna is now dyed an ugly yellow due to the amount of drinks he’s probably drank throughout the night. He’s drunk.

‘H-hey y/n.’ He hiccuped, flashing you a dorky smile. He is definitely not himself. ‘Dios mio Carlos, you’re drunker than a skunk.’

You’ve never seen Carlos Madrigal drunk before.

‘Whatchu u-up to?’ He hiccuped again, accompanied with a loud burp which made you visibly cringe. His face was red from all the alcohol he drank. His curls were messy, and he couldn’t even stand straight. Carlos’ legs were wobbly even though he’s standing still. The only thing keeping him from not toppling down is casita using its floor tiles to nudge his shoes and keeping him balanced on the ground.

Carlos had a cup in one hand, and beverage stains all over his garments. It was a horrid sight, but you had to admit it was kind of cute. The way he hiccuped and tried to focus while talking to but failing miserably made your heart- If Abuela saw this she’s going to MURDER him.

Carlos was about to take another sip of whatever he had in the plastic cup, but you quickly stopped him by standing on your tiptoes and snatching the drink from hand as he waved it higher so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. ‘Such a party-pooper y/n…’ he frowned, slurring his words as he tried to grab for his cup back which is now (thankfully) out of reach.

‘Carlos, that’s enough.’ you sighed as you threw the cup in the nearby bin. Even casita expressed disappointment , moving its window frames and expressing a frown.

‘Give me my d-drink backkkk y/nnnnn…’ Carlos whined, stumbling towards you. Lord, he’s so out of it. ‘You’ve had enough to drink tonight.’ you said firmly, frowning as you had one hand on his chest to prevent him from crashing onto you. ‘How did you even get alcohol anyway? I thought the Madrigals cared about their reputation so much they didn’t allow alcohol here.’

‘I m-met some pe-people.’ Carlos said in between a yawn and a hiccup at the same time. ‘They’re c-cool.’ Good lord. Thank god the kitchen was empty and no other guests were here. You prayed that Dolores wouldn’t hear all this and tell people. You didn’t want Carlos to get in trouble.

‘Getting drunk isn’t cool, Carlos.’ you furrowed your eyebrows. This was gonna take a while. ‘No y/n, you’re not cool. You’re stupid, give me my drink back this is so not cool!’ Carlos shook his head like a toddler, throwing a tantrum. This was hilarious, but also not since you knew he’d get in HUGE trouble with Abuela (and Pepa) if they found out their 17 year old son met some rookies and got drunk at a family party.

You decided to take matters to your own hands, pulling Carlos closer to you as you took his arm and hovered it over your shoulder. You placed your arm on top of his, and wrapped your other arm around his waist, steadying him as casita tried to help using the floor tiles.

‘Alright Madrigal time to get you to bed.’ You groaned, lifting him up slightly as you tried to walk him out of the kitchen and to his room. Carlos was taller than you, so it was no surprise that he was heavy. You grunted at his weight, maybe people are heavier when they’re drunk.

With the help of casita, you miraculously managed to help Carlos upstairs and nearly got to his room. Carlos kept losing his balance along the way, crumbling onto the floor like a sack of potatoes whenever you loosen your grip around his waist a little. The boy kept bumping into walls, giggling as he did so and purposely bumping into the opposite way as if they were trampolines.

‘A-lmost t-t-there-‘ you exhaled loudly. Carlos’ weight was really starting to dawn on you. Casita stopped helping you at one point. No surprise it was also sick of this bullshit. You were tired on one hand, but happy on the other since you get to be so close with Carlos. Your bodies were basically attached to each other throughout the entire process, as if playing some sort of three-legged-man game.

You never really thought about your feelings for Carlos until now. He’s always been a sadist, laughing at your misery and never opening up to anyone. This was the first time you’ve seen him so wild and free, as if his cold persona was just a mask and he took it off completely. And perhaps it was also his sadistic and cold personality that made you interested in him. But of course, you’d never tell him. He’d laugh and bully you for it. He’s teased you so many times about dumb things you’ve done, so it’s kind of fun to have some sort of blackmail material against him.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise your grip on Carlos’ waist loosened again. He tripped all of a sudden, causing you to trip as well, both of you falling onto the floor, bodies colliding right in front of his room. Thank god you two were finally here. Now you can leave him alone and go back to the party-

Being on top of you, Carlos placed his palms firmly against the ground next to you and lifted himself up, arms wobbling as he did so. You were scared he was going to lose his balance and smush your chest, so you quickly steadied him with your arm. Your legs were in between his as he half-kneeled beside your thighs. You felt your face flushing red as his beer-filled breath exhaled onto you. It smelled disgusting, but Carlos being on top of you made up for it.

The light from his magic door allowed you to see his face clearer. Carlos had beads of sweat all over his forehead, and his messy hair was blocking half of his eye. His entire face dangled in front of yours, and you didn’t know how to react. He looked beautiful as ever, even when he was drunk as fuck.

‘Carlos… we’re already h-‘

You were cut off by Carlos slapping one hand onto your mouth, muffling your words. Now the upper part of his body was only balanced by his knees and one wobbly arm. This is dangerous.

‘You’re prettier when you stop talking, tonto.’ Carlos grinned smugly. Oh the things you’d do to slap that look off his fa-

Carlos took his hand off your mouth, sloppily brushing away strands of stray hair from your face, and cupped your cheek. It fit perfectly in his palm. Your heart was beating so fast at this point you thought you died and came back. This was reality and you couldn’t believe it, but you know Carlos was drunk and all of this meant nothing.

‘Carl-’

You were cut off by Carlos pressing his lips onto yours, the taste of bitterness reaching your tastebuds. So this is what alcohol tastes like. You stayed put, Carlos kissing you and borderline grinding on you with the lower half of his body. It felt good. It felt natural. You wanted this moment to last forever.

You don’t know what happened but the next thing you know, you and Carlos were making out. His kisses became more sloppy and aggressive, his groin continuously nudging onto your lower stomach. Your fingers were entangled in his hair, tugging it whenever you felt like doing so. His arm that originally kept him from falling onto you was now on the floor, interlocking his fingers with yours as his other hand continued to play with your hair and caressing your face softly yet aggressively.

You were getting into the makeout session as much as he is, touching tongues with him and enjoying every second, when you felt Carlos’ hand accidentally slipping through your shirt and gripping your bare waist, sending shivers down your spine. Savouring the moment for one last second, you hastily pulled away, turning your head to the other side so Carlos’ lips wouldn’t come in contact with yours. You saw at the corner of your eye that even he himself looked shocked, but the look on his face seemed to express satisfaction.

Seems like he was more sober after the so called ‘makeout session’, since he got off from you when you squirmed from underneath him. A blushing mess, you quickly helped yourself up from the floor, smoothing your clothes a little as you shoved Carlos into his room, shutting the door immediately. What the fuck just happened?

‘Y/n-‘

‘NO. We’ll talk about this never. Nope. Have a good night! Goodbye Carlos.’ you cut the boy off from the other side, rushing down stairs, still panting from the makeout session. You can’t believe you just did that. You can’t believe Carlos just did that. What’s worse is that you enjoyed it. Hopefully Dolores didn’t hear anything.

You rushed back downstairs and let out a sigh of relief as you saw a smiley Mirabel walking towards you, waving as you waved back.

‘H- Woah there y/n what happened to you?’ Mira cocked an eyebrow in amusement as she saw your messed up hair and crooked clothes. ‘Oh it was nothing, I just, um, got involved in an arm wrestling competition.’ You lied, laughing awkwardly while trying to comb your hair with your fingers. ‘I hate to do this Mira but I actually have to go, I’m drained.’ you smiled sadly. ‘No worries y/n, see you at school!’

You and Mirabel hugged each other goodbye as you quickly rushed out of the casita, avoiding everyone’s gaze. You can’t believe what happened tonight. Now you’re gonna have to deal with something worse than a tornado: your feelings for Carlos. But hey, at least you have something to blackmail him now.

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A/N: wow hello first fic on tumblr and it’s already spicy€*>*~¥|*\ i hope you liked this one, might write part 2. hopefully this reaches the correct audience🙏🏻

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You’re taking requests? How many you got and what are your wips?? (Just to know! No pressure!)

I think a previous anon has asked something similar so i’m gonna give you the same response since you might not have seen it due to stuff i’ve posted.

And yes I’m taking requests even if it’ll take a while for me to write them as i’m a full time student with like. 14+ subjects and my own random hobbies :’) Feel free to shoot anything you wanna talk about in my inbox tho!

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that’s so sweet, thank you :D

🤲😔👑 beautiful person award to everyone @everyone

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out !! <3

GASPING UGH TY LOVIE

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Fool in love Pt.2

Carlos Madrigal x She/them Reader with a gift

Genre: angst/fluff? it’s mostly carlos this chapter

warnings: none

Pt1 masterlist

tagging: @dai-tsukki-desu @m1ntyspiiees @elegantkidfansoul @yoursimpingfan @goddesslilithmoriarty @camilos-mivida @queen-of-embracing-uncertainty (Ik you didn’t ask but since you wanted a pt 2 i thought it’d be nice to tag you for it..? Sorry if you don’t wanna be tagged)

Slow update, it’s been.. roughly half a month? I’m busy with school sorry.

The next day, he went back to his usual — avoiding all tasks and maybe steal something from the bakery that’s by chance near your house even though he could’ve just asked Tia Julieta for arepas or any type of bread he wanted.

He stayed hidden in the alley, slicing his bread in half with his pocket knife to save for later. He glanced at you not so subtly as he enjoyed his breakfast.

“Are you going to keep staring like a creep or?”

He heard your unmistakable voice and looked around, trying to see who you were talking to.

“I’m talking to you, señor with the hair covering an eye while eating bread”

He gulped down his mouthful of bread, thinking if he should make a run for it. But he’s no coward so he stepped out into the light, shrugging like this was his plan all along.

“Whats a Madrigal doing here, casually watching a local anyways” You tossed the blob of an apple core you liquified up and down your hand. “don’t try to deny it, i’ve seen you there for days”

He grinned a mirthless grin, “Bold of you to assume i’m watching you, señorita.” He walked closer. You took note of how tall he is as he towered over you.

You scoffed, “whatever, see you around stalker” You turned to go back into your house, not bothering anymore since he’s not gonna answer your question.

Eventually he’ll get bored of whatever interested him and leave. right?

Wrong. He came back day after day, just standing there eerily in the shadows of the alley. Sometimes with a fruit in hand or a new trinket he snatched. You’ve learnt that his name was Carlos, the trouble maker of the Madrigals. A sort of outcast, black sheep of the family.

You noticed the townspeople didn’t really like him either (more like they completely avoided him as much as possible) and it wasn’t surprising if he thought you would’ve backed off or at least be put off by it like other people did. But you didn’t, instead you just.. sort of coexisted in silent in some sort of truce.

He would stay near you, minding his own business while you worked on chores or just watching the clouds float by.

He enjoyed the peace while you enjoyed the quiet company.

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You were laying in your usual shaded spot, enjoying the cool summer breeze while you chewed on a popsicle stick mindlessly. Until some guy decided to get real close to you while sitting, completely uncaring you’re there.

“Has anyone told you about personal space..? Because clearly you don’t know about it.” you scoffed as you sat up, now standing in front of the guy who decided to invade your space.

It was Carlos Madrigal, who’s name you had learnt. But he was.. different today. You squinted your eyes, confused. He didn’t look different. Actually he did, his expression was.. odd. not one usually seen on the scowling, pissed-off-at-everyone boy. The beauty mark was also gone. you noted.

“Uh. Are you okay.?”

“Totally, why would you assume i’m not?” He snapped back at you, but it was.. weak compared to his usual snide comments. It also had weird ups and downs in accent that he didn’t do. And was that a voice crack.?

You reached forward, pinching Carlos real hard and you watch as his image shifted and changed, turning into Camilo. You rolled your eyes, as if one madrigal wasnt enough, now there’s two.

You caught him by the back of his collar as he turned to flee, “hold it, why’re you impersonating your twin to see me”

He turned around, eyes darting everywhere.

“Look i mean no harm, i was just interested in why my brother was always out here and found out he was with you. Are you guys dating?”

You let go of his collar, “Dating him?” You snickered, “Of course not.” You quickly dissipate the thought of dating him that flashed through your head. Dating him? He was just.. nice company. Yeah. Besides you weren’t that close, he just stayed near and had short conversations with you. sometimes joining you as you laid near the riverbank or watched the stars on your roof.

Camilo seemed to be thinking, hand scratching his head absent-mindedly.

“That’s weird. Carlos doesn’t really enjoy company. I was surprised he was hanging around you so much. What’s your name anyways” He stretched his hand out, wanting to shake yours.

“Y/n, You’re done with this whole investigator thing right? I’ll go back to my nap” You shook his hand briefly so he doesn’t have his hand out awkwardly and tossed the popsicle stick that’s been in your mouth for a while into the bin next to you.

He waved, setting off with mischief in his mind as he thought of the ways he’ll tick his brother off.

He hurried home, greeting casita and passed by Mirabel who was fixing up his other torn ruana. He found Carlos leaning against the balcony and smirked, walking up to him.

“So… what’s up hermano” Carlos ignored Camilo’s question, rolling his eyes as he’s close to walking away.

“What.” He snapped, eyes narrowed and lips a thin line, annoyed his peace was disturbed. Camilo never went to him during the day unless to tell him about news.

“So hostile towards tu hermano” Camilo shook his head “Not to disturb your creepy stalker thing but Mama told me to tell you y/n’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Camilo grinned seeing Carlos’ expression change, his eyes widening.

“What’s wrong hermano?” He prodded him further, testing his patience.

Carlos turned away without a response, trying to leave.

“not so fast, whats this about?” Camilo put a hand on his shoulder. He grits his teeth and swats his hand off.

“Let go already, it doesn’t concern you.”

“You’re so obvious. It’s clear that you-“ Carlos slaps his hand over Camilo’s mouth, irritated.

“Cállate.”

“That was a joke Carlos, shes not coming over to dinner. I talked with her just now. She has a gift too, i think it’s manipulating liquids and turning things into liquid state.”

Carlos nodded, attention drifting from his brother’s words to something else, until his brother’s voice became background noise again.

“Carlos!” He snapped back to attention, closing his eyes in annoyance.

“make it short i’m tired of your ramblings”

“Do you like her.”

He turned around, unsure as well. “I don’t know” He muttered.

“Just say you do” He could already imagine the stupid smug grin Camilo was wearing. “Just cállate before Dolores-“

A small squeak could be heard behind them. Carlos facepalmed, of course she heard.

“What’s this about Carlos liking someone? Mi hermanito tolerating someone?”

Carlos had enough of this and pushed past her. “you’ve heard everything already, don’t tell anyone, got it?” He glared at her but Dolores was already turning to leave, trying not to spill the newest news she got.

“She’s gonna tell everyone. starting from mirabel and then mama” Camilo stated.

“No shit.”

“Maybe you could try confessing..?”

“We’re not.. close. At all. And what would she see in me anyways” The insecurities rose and tangled his insides into knots. Bile rose and he gulped, pushing the thoughts down.

Camilo sighed, shaking his head. There was no convincing Carlos once he set his mind to something. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts then. Hasta luego hermano.”

That night, carlos’ thoughts ran wild as the night got darker.

What if you thought the same as he did?

Unsure of your feelings as well? He knew you were sort of an outcast as well. On the surface you got along well but you didn’t have anyone close. But you had him around everyday.

Maybe his brother is right for once. He had fallen for you and he can’t seem to get enough of you — The one thing that seems nice in this town besides his family.

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