#Flirting Camilo
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Carlos: I have to kill [Name]
Camilo: WHAT?
Carlos: I don't know how to flirt so I'll just kill them instead
#encanto#disney encanto#carlos madrigal#carlos my beloved#camilo madrigal#camilo my beloved#carlos madrigal x reader#carlos madrigal x y/n#carlos incorrect quotes#encanto incorrect quotes#carlos doesn't know how to flirt#jay's shitpost™️
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I need to see more of camilo flirting with either gender
(I love your writing btw💕)
You guys just want some Camilo flirting? Alright, alright, I hear you.
(Note, flirting is the best you will get with Camilo. Why? Because he's sixteen, leave him alone. No Camilo smut in this house. Also, thank you ❤️)
Camilo sighed as he left the Sanchez's house. He was STARVED after a full day of babysitting (apparently leaving snacks for the sitter wasn't a fucking thing), but he knew dinner wouldn't be ready for a while. He had to get his hands on some grub, without any cash. A challenge, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He made his way through the market, and looked for just the target.
And there she was. The cutest lady, making that 'takoyaki' stuff he honestly loved. She was new. And he would know, he came here pretty much everyday. Usually it was a bitter old man. This was MUCH better. He waited till the line thinned down, before he leaned against the counter, nodding at her.
"Hey. You're not Mr.Nakamura."
She looked up as she cleaned her utensils. She had pretty little eyes too.
"Oh no, that's my uncle. I'm Emi. He isn't feeling well today, so I took over. And you must be Camilo."
"Ah, he talks about me. Knew that old man cared."
She scoffed.
"He said you eat too much, and you never have money."
"Okay, ouch. That's ONE way to treat a valuable customer. Take it there's no way I can talk you into giving me a bit of a freebie."
"No. He warned me that you'd try to trick me into serving you. Not gonna happen."
She was about to replace the napkins on the counter, when he held onto both of her hands, and met her eyes.
"Look, Emi. Have a heart here. I get you, I do. Helping out the family, yet still figuring yourself out. But have a little pity on a poor boy. At least don't kick a guy out. That way I can get just one more second to look at those pretty little lips of yours~"
He had her, he could see it from the blush on her face. She mumbled something under her breath.
"If I serve you, will you leave?"
"You're a saint, Emi. From your head, down to the tips of your pretty little fingers~"
He kissed the tip of her index finger, only to have her pull it back quickly. Poor thing looked as red as a tomato. She bitched and moaned as she cooked, all while he gave her lovey dovey eyes. She finished, practically shoving the basket of goodies into his grip. Too easy. He gave a nod of thanks, before shooting her a wink.
"I'll keep this between us, bella dama~"
He turned to leave, before tucking in. Only thing better than food, was free food. He finished it pretty quickly, but felt thirsty. He could go with some lemonade. He immediately strolled to the lemonade stand, where Hapi and his parents worked. This guy's parents HATED him, thinking he was just a menace. But their son, Hapi, a cute blonde boy, had the FATTEST crush on him. He always checked him out when he could, and he was SO easy to fluster.
And the best part? He didn’t need his gift to get what he wanted from him. He snuck past the counter, and to the back, where Hapi was, adding sugar to a giant tub pf lemon juice. He slowly crept up behind him, made himself just a bit taller, and whispered in his ear.
"Hola azúcar~"
The poor guy jumped, nearly dropping all the sugar on the floor.
"SHIT-Camilo! Hey! How come you're in here?"
"I wanted a drink. You weren't up front. So I came to get my Hapi boy myself~"
He liked it when he said his name, he could tell from how he looked at his lips.
"C-camilo, I can't keep just GIVING you drinks. My parents got mad last time, I can't-"
"And that's why it's our little secret! Come on. Don't tell me you aren't a little excited. Me, back here, where I shouldn't be,"
Hapi was bigger than him, but he still took steps back as Camilo approached him, right till his back hit the wall. He hooked a finger into his apron, and yanked him till their foreheads were touching.
"You and me, all alone. Your back against the wall. We both know how this is gonna end."
"Camilo p-please-"
The distance was so little between them, Camilo wouldn't be surprised if the dude was popping the biggest boner.
"You're gonna give me what I want. Now come on. Who's a good boy? Quien es mi buen chico?~"
He whimpered, and nodded.
"I'm...y-you're good boy. Okay, fine, but we just. Gotta be quick."
Too easy. Camilo clicked his tongue, and gave his cheek a little pinch.
"I can do a quicky, blondie~"
He let go of him, and he got to work, serving him the biggest side of lemonade, trying bot to shake as Camilo watched him.
"Oh and throw in a few chocolate cookies for mi mami. Since you're SUCH a nice guy."
He nodded obediently, and Camilo snatched the goodies before he could come to his senses.
"See you later, Hapi boy~"
He blew him a kiss before making his way back home. He made his way to the living room, where his mami was, doing Antonio's hair.
"Camilo, Mi bebé! You're home early!"
"Si, I finished faster than I thought. I brought you chocolate chip cookies from that lemonade place."
She paused what she was doing, grabbing the bag, looking inside it, and squealing.
"Oh-I've been blessed with such a thoughtful son! Come here, besos!"
He leaned down for her, letting her assault him with kisses upon kisses. He could flirt from dusk till dawn, but he truly didn’t give a shit.
Not when he had his mami's kisses waiting for him at home.
#not transformers#encanto#asks#Camilo is just#such a mommys boy#a total flirt to others sure#but he thinks of flirting more as a game than anything#one he always wins
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Okay so I think the boat party is fun but I have some complaints 😤 realistically I would assume the relationship is over if my SO ran off and didn’t talk to me for weeks. If anything they should have had us broken up and then let us decide to get back together or move on because then there’s the guilt of fixing the almost nonexistent relationship. I also think that if you’re having a serious issue how will a vacation be the antidote. Eventually you’ll end up back in that same place you were before until you actually talk it out and make the effort to fix it 😔
#don’t get me wrong relationships should be saved if they can! the whole vacation thing and them suddenly being enamored without a problem#again just irked me#also the second li thing was so rude#I absolutely wouldn’t be thinking of revenge flirting or another partner 👹#we should have had the chance to talk to the main li first and then potentially try out something new#I’m sorry I had to break your heart twice Rafi 😔 I hated the idea of not being loyal#It makes you feel so guilty 😭 Camilo didn’t even want to talk to me the whole time and now he’s all smiles#anyways yeah can’t wait till that’s over with#litg s3#litg season 3#legit might play it again after I’ve gone through it once JUST to be with Rafi#I think he deserves a chance
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Putting more effort into getting the recipe for chilaquiles rojos correct for this book than I am anything else.
#camilo’s idea of flirting is teaching xavier how to properly dice an onion#xavier campbell#camilo ramos#neon moonlight
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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part twelve (final part)
alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader
warnings: mentions of grief, suggestive content
(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]
word count: 5.2k
This wasn’t the first time you caught yourself thinking how difficult it was to have two professional athletes in your life, and it also wasn’t the first time you wondered how their bodies could store so much energy.
“Princess, slow down a bit. I think your mom needs to rest again.”
Even with the distance, you could hear the teasing cadence in Alexia’s voice, made prominent by the use of her mother tongue, and you watched as the both of them slowly came to a halt, turning their heads to look at you over their shoulders. At the extra attention, your cheeks heated with more than the exertion and, as pride urged you to save face, you pushed yourself to pedal quicker so you could lose the distance between you and them, stopping with a relieved wheeze when you finally arrived at their tail. Although amusement graced their features with a lightness, their ever-present disquietude–try as they might to hide it–shone clear in their eyes for you to see.
“Mom, are you okay?” Came Elisa’s question and, upon removing her cycling sunglasses, you found her brows furrowed.
You only managed to give her a thumbs up as your breath still eluded you, but when it returned, you added, “Yep. Just–just need a minute to catch my breath.”
“Seriously, Mom, you don’t have to push yourself too much.” Elisa placed a gentle hand on your back, rubbing circles as if she was trying to expel the malaise there.
“Ladybug, I appreciate the concern, really, and I may be no athlete but I can do this, thank you very much.”
Elisa raised her brow at you, clearly unconvinced, before she muttered deliberately loud enough for you to hear, her tone excessively dry. “Yeah? At this rate, by the time we get to the beach, the sun will be gone.”
Despite your state, a laugh bubbled from your throat when Alexia flicked Elisa’s arm who yelped dramatically, scaring a couple of birds to flight from a nearby tree, before she grinned and stuck her tongue out at Alexia.
“Be nice,” Alexia reprimanded but the quirk at the corner of her lips betrayed the seriousness of her tone, clearly amused.
Elisa grumbled as she rubbed her arm, “I’m not the one who’s making her laugh! If she passes out, it’s on you.”
Ignoring Elisa’s point, Alexia reached out and rubbed your arm in a soothing manner, speaking softly, “But really, love, if you can’t go on, we’ll just Uber there.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m fine.” You grunted, letting a bit of your annoyance bleed in your tone, but you appreciated the thought behind their concern nonetheless. It was just, Alexia and Elisa’s protectiveness exceeded that of Derek’s–a feat in and of itself–and no matter how much you tried to assuage their doubts, they still hovered. And the only way to stop it was to let them know you were vexed. Then you added with a huff, “You two just have such ridiculous stamina. It’s not fair.”
“Alright, as long as you say so.” Alexia said, taking your answer in stride by putting her hands up as if in surrender. But then she smirked, adding in a low tone, “And it’s well earned, my love.”
Your brows raised, both surprised and pleased with the innuendo, before you smirked back and spoke in the same tone as she did. “And so you say.”
The moment was broken when Elisa let out a mixture between a sigh and a groan.
“No offense, but if you guys are done flirting, could we please get a move on? We’re about to lose daylight.”
At that, the three of you started again, Elisa taking the lead as Alexia fell into pace beside you. Then Alexia turned to you, mischief clear in the gleam in her eyes, and she muttered, “Remind me to tease her the next time Camilo comes over, hm?”
“I heard that!”
Much to Elisa’s delight, the three of you arrived at the beach with just enough time to spare before the sun began to set. You got off your bikes and began to lead it by your sides as the three of you began to walk the length of the shore.
Apart from a handful of people strolling about, the beach was barren today, and the lack of a crowd made the place more peaceful to you. And as buried your toes further into the pleasantly lukewarm sand, as you took in the breeze delivered home by the waves which carried a breath of freshness and a promise of another good day in the morrow, you regarded the sun, in her blazing glory, painting the skies with one last glimpse of her radiance.
Enraptured by the sight, you stopped and rested your bike against your thigh, rummaged through your bag for your camera to capture it. Once done, you turned to Alexia and Elisa who were farther along now, seemingly so immersed in their conversation that they hadn’t noticed you’d lagged behind. You watched them, their figures half bathed in the titian brilliance of the setting sun which made their shadows stretch long along the shoreline, and the sight stirred emotions in your chest that you felt compelled to capture them as they were: Alexia with her arm across Elisa’s back, one hand on Elisa’s broadening shoulder, while both of their bikes rested on their outer legs. As you were looking through the viewfinder, you saw Elisa’s bike fall to its side as Elisa wrapped her arms around Alexia, alarming you at first before you saw the scene as it was. You didn’t dare approach them; the moment, you perceived, was too tender for such an intrusion so you remained where you were, capturing the scene with your camera for safekeeping.
Shortly after, they walked back towards you in silence. Alexia’s gaze remained casted down as she tried to subtly brush her tears away with the back of her hand but when she caught your gaze, she knew you knew, but instead of asking about it, you only gave her an understanding smile–she’d tell you when she was ready. But Elisa, much as she tried, had always struggled with keeping her countenance free from emotions–a stark contrast to Alexia who, from years of practice, could school her features to faultless stoicism in a moment–and couldn’t deter the somberness from showing on her face for when she smiled at you as if to pacify you, her lips remained crooked with telltale signs of her affliction, chin trembling. The sight tugged at your heart, as it always did whenever you saw any of them this way, so you reached and cupped her cheek, brushing your thumb under her eye to try and soothe her. Elisa closed her eyes at your touch and when she opened them again, the weight in them looked lighter, and you smiled.
As the last traces of the sun sank under the horizon, you loaded your bikes on the rack attached to Elisa’s car which you parked there earlier that day, and Elsia drove up the mountain you just rode down on so she could drop you both off at Alexia’s car. Once there, Elisa helped you unload your bikes from her car and transfer it to the other car, and then it was time for goodbyes.
Alexia had to crane her neck up slightly so she could rest her chin against Elisa’s shoulder as they hugged. Alexia kissed her cheek, then patted her on the back as she said, “Drive safe, love. And don’t be late tomorrow.”
“I will and got it, Coach. I love you.”
You stepped in next, kissing Elisa, too, on the cheek as she stooped down to wrap her arms around you.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, ladybug. I love you. Be safe.”
“See you, Mom, and I love you, too.”
With that, the glow from the taillights of Elisa’s car receded into the darkness while the both of you got into Alexia’s car, heading for home. The ride was quiet except from the music that came from the radio, the volume so low it was almost like a hum, as Alexia drove with a steady hand, her face impassive but her eyes disclosed she was anything but serene.
Still, you held your tongue.
You had chipped away at Alexia’s emotional wall over the years you’d known her, enough that she now allowed herself to be vulnerable around you without being prompted to open up, but there were still instances which required patience, moments that asked for time until she was ready to come to you. And this was one of those times.
It didn’t worry you too much, though. The both of you had agreed to never let anything go unsaid–to never let things fester–until the next morning, so you gave her space now to mull things over.
Later that night, as expected, after spending the majority of the evening in her office, she greeted you with a soft murmur of your name, taking your hand and kissing the back of it as she settled on her side of the bed, drawing your attention away from the book you were reading.
“Are you ready to talk about it now?” You asked softly, putting your book aside on the bedside table, shifting against the pillow you were propped on so you could see her better. The angle of the light casted shadows on her face and made the lines that time etched on her face more prominent, and it made her look more inviting; her earthly beauty made more resplendent.
The question that came was spoken with the faintest of air.
“What do you see when you look at me?”
At first, the question confounded you and for a moment, you were at a loss for words to answer her. But as you continued to regard her with an even more careful eye, you found a silent vulnerability in her eyes, so heartrendingly delicate, a rare look you only saw whenever she talked about–Oh.
Oh, Alexia…
Emotions surged through you, chest tightening as it ached with your lover; as it ached for the pain and grief that will forever live with her–for the love in her that had nowhere to go, permanently in search for a beloved soul.
Gently, you cradled her face in your hands, soaking in every feature, every freckle, every blemish and every line. You carded your fingers through her hair, consoling, then you traced her brow with the pad of your thumb before you kissed her temple and lingered there, then the skin just beneath her eye, then the bridge of her nose, and then the corner of her lips.
“I see… everything that makes you,” you breathed out, voice trembling under the weight of your emotions. “Your mother’s brows and the color of her eyes… the shape of your father’s eyes, his nose, his smile. Their love lives in your skin and it’s all you, Alexia. I see you. Oh, how I see you.”
At your words, Alexia’s face broke: her lips trembled, brows furrowing, while tears streamed down her cheeks. Then she dropped her head to your shoulder, a sob leaving her throat as she clung to you and you held her just as tight.
“I miss him.” Alexia choked out, “God, I miss him so much. It’s been so long and yet it still feels like I only just lost him today.”
Oh, the familiar paroxysms of grief. Most days, you remained untouched by their shadows but the intensity by which they instill the pain of loss when they did get you, how they stretch that empty space in your heart into an abyss filled with teeth, was something else entirely. Agonizing, yes, but it was also a bittersweet repose for it served as a reminder of who loved you and who you loved.
The moment that followed was spent in silence, apart from the soft stutter of Alexia’s breaths.
“I told Elisa that her parents would be proud of her, that I wish I could meet them and tell them all about how their daughter turned out to be this wonderful person. And you know what she said?” Alexia laughed, teary and voice hoarse. “She told me she wished she could meet Papá but at the same time, she felt like she already had. She told me I look just like him.”
“You do. And he’d be so proud of you, you know?” You whispered as your own tears fell while you gripped her hand in yours. “And I wish I could’ve met him, too, and Elisa’s.”
Alexia lifted her head so she could look at you, murmuring softly, “And I wished I could’ve met yours, too.”
Through the night, you exchanged whispered stories of the past as you held each other, shedding tears at Alexia’s recollections, laughing at the memories. But how sad it was that loss made your shadows long, all three of you? And how beautiful it was that one’s capacity for love–though at times could stray or waver–could never truly be lost even after a deprivation from the loss of a source? But wasn’t that how lives intertwine? Through shared suffering? Through the bitter grief and the sweetest joy? And wasn’t it where lives intertwined that love bloomed? And in this world of shadows–in these long, seemingly endless nights–warmth and light were all the more precious, and love… Love was both of those things and more: it was an enduring flame, so quintessentially human, an evermore of the sublimest kind.
Love was never lost, you knew this. Life would end but love would always remain; it did long before you, and it would continue on long after you.
But you were here, in love, loved, and alive. Could you ask for something better than this state of grace?
The answer echoed in clarity in your mind long before Alexia’s comforting warmth and the gentle beat of her heart had lulled you to sleep.
No.
Nothing could ever come close to this.
Tomorrow came with a splendid radiance, casting everything in a golden tone likened to that of a developed photograph which made the colors vibrant and inviting; the kind that promised that the memories made today would be looked fondly back on in one’s recollections. Waking up to the sight of Alexia in your arms made today all the more brighter for she held the vision to what the world had to offer; all the beauty and warmth in this world began and ended with her.
True to her words, Elisa appeared on the porch first thing in the morning. You opened the door for her, which also revealed her hand intertwined with Camilo's, who looked on devotedly at you daughter as she stepped into Alexia’s embrace, and then yours.
The three of you had prepared most of the things yesterday before you went cycling, but there was still much to do before the hour came for the others to arrive. So, the four of you paired up and went to work. Alexia and Elisa were delegated to setting up outside, while you and Camilo set up inside.
Your attention flitted to the two of them outside as you cooked but before the end of the hour, they’d finish installing the extension roof over the open gazebo, had moved and arranged the tables and chairs, and finished spreading a light blue linen over the tables before laying a strip of folded fabric of a lighter color in the middle. As for you and Camilo, you’d about finished with the arròs negre and the fideuà when Alexia and Elisa came in.
They stepped into the kitchen to grab the plates, glasses, and utensils laid on the counter–but not before Alexia snuck in a sweet kiss on your cheek, a diversion, you thought, so she could steal a spoonful of the fideuà; Elisa, too, grabbed a bite to eat which was fed to her with gentle affection by her lover–which they then arranged on the table.
After a moment of tending to the food, you looked through the opening that gave a view outside and saw the two setting up the party games for the kids. In an act true to their professions, they’d began setting up Elisa’s old folding goal posts, the backyard expansive enough to accommodate them, even sneaking in a couple of juggles and shots after they’d inflated a handful of balls.
(When Alexia caught your eye, she rubbed the back of her neck, putting a hand up in apology–Elisa laughed but she immediately shut her mouth to a bashful smile when your eyes flitted to her–before the both of them returned to their task.)
You watched Camilo in awe as he worked on the coca bread, empanadas, and ensaimadas all at once while you started on the esqueixada. Although you’d seen more of his intricate works, it wasn’t the first time you caught yourself amazed by the skills and work ethics of the aspiring patissier. After the last batch of pastry was put in the oven, the first of your guests arrived.
To your surprise–but not really for you had held enough family gatherings to expect it–you and Alexia’s immediate families came first, more than an hour early, and Elisa was greeted and congratulated as Eli, Alba, your mom, Derek and Robert, and their two-year-old daughter, Olivia, passed the door Elisa had opened for them.
And in typical fashion, their maternal instincts kicked in and Eli and your mom gathered around the kitchen, looking over the food, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at them as they fussed over you, not with malice, until you playfully shooed them away.
“Honestly, we can hold down the fort here. Right, Camilo?”
Camilo, bless his shy and gentle soul, flushed, darkening the olive complexion of his cheeks, as he just nodded in agreement.
You stuck your thumb to the direction of the back field and said, “The two outside, however, might need a little help.”
At that, you heard an offended, “Hey!”
(It was Alexia.)
But your mom, Eli, and Alba proceeded to the back, placating the pouting Alexia with a hug, and they chatted and caught up while they helped Alexia with the grill.
About half an hour later, Mapi and Ingrid arrived with Anton–their toddler of one and a half years old–asleep in Mapi’s arms. Alexia’d welcomed them in, embracing her old teammates, which roused Anton from his sleep. When Mapi set him down, he blinked around, taking in his surroundings with his big eyes, and when they settled on Olivia, he giggled and stuck his tiny hands out, recognising a familiar, friendly face.
Olivia and Anton played in the living under Ingrid and Derek’s supervision, the two of them chatting on the couch, while Mapi and Robert came over to check on you and Camilo. They then headed out into the back and shortly after, laughter filtered inside and when you looked through the yawning, Robert was gesturing wildly in the air, and, you believed, he’d started telling one of his intricately conceived comedies to his audience.
When Ingrid and Derek brough Anton and Olivia outside, Eli and your mom–as was the tendency of grandparents presented with children–fussed over the little ones, cooing and awwing at their slightest movement. You stopped what you were doing to take in the warm scene, so distracted were you that you didn’t feel Alexia’s presence until she’d wrapped an arm around your waist as she placed a kiss on your temple.
You sighed, leaning into her touch, but you remembered you’d been in the kitchen for the last couple of hours. So, you pushed her away gently with your shoulder, whining, “Stop, I smell like food.”
To your chagrin, Alexia turned you around with enough force to make you squeal, before she made a show of burrowing her nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in loudly, and the movement tickled a giggle from your lips.
“Alexia!” You smacked her shoulder playfully, still laughing. “Stop, seriously, I smell horrible!”
“Oh, really? I can’t really tell. You smell delicious all the same.” She muttered against your ear, a hand splayed just over the bottom of your right rib. The statement made you flush in spite of yourself, your body too in tune with her wiles and you found yourself stepping closer to her before you remembered where you were.
“Alexia, our mothers are literally right there, don’t start.” You warned her under your breath, glancing where said persons were sitting beneath the shade of the gazebo, doting over the little ones.
“Fine,” sighed Alexia, pouting, but she took the ladle from you anyway, kissing you on the cheek. “Go freshen up and I’ll look after the food.”
“Thank you. I’ll be quick so you can shower before the rest gets here.”
You pecked her on the lips, grateful, and just when you thought she’d finally stopped with her shenanigans, a mischievous gleam glazed over her eyes and Alexia said with a suggestive half-smile.
“Or I can always join you? You know, to save water and all that.” She spoke it in a smug way, like someone who was pleased at having said the last words. And you were about to reprimand her again until you remembered something. When Alexia got like this, there was only one way to go about it: to play her game.
So you looked at her, making sure you dropped your lids just enough–the change in your demeanor instantly noticed by the way she stilled, staring at you with wide eyes and bated breath–and you stepped into her space, trailing a finger from her chest to her collarbone before you wrapped your arms loosely around her neck, going on your tiptoes and craning your neck forward until your lips brushed her ear.
“Keep that up and you won’t get any tonight.” You whispered low. You didn’t miss the way she shivered against you and you relished it. “You do want to take me, don’t you?”
Alexia nodded, as if on autopilot, her figure stiff.
“Okay. So, play nice until I get back, yeah?”
Alexia croaked out an agreement and, satisfied, you pulled back, taking in Alexia’s appearance, her pupils now blown and a delicious crimson streak had painted her cheeks, lips now slightly parted. With one last peck to her lips, you fled the kitchen.
When you passed the living room to get to the stairs, you saw Mapi and Derek sitting on the couch, and, upon seeing you, their lips curled into a knowing smirk, and Derek–the jerk–had the audacity to wag his brows at you.
“I think you broke her.” Mapi wheezed out while Derek clapped a hand on his thigh as he laughed. Your cheeks flushed and you ducked your head as you flew up the stairs.
After immersing yourself in a much needed cold shower, you headed down to the kitchen and relieved Alexia–who was still more than a little dazed when you got back to her– from her kitchen duty with a placating kiss on the cheek so she could freshen up herself. Half an hour later saw you and Camilo, and with a little help from Derek and Alba, finished with moving most of the food to the table outside, just in time as most of your guests arrived.
One minute there were only a handful of people lounging in the backyard, the next the space was lively with music and the sound of amiable company; the chatter from friends and family. The lunch commenced and after the toast for Elisa’s recent signing under Barçelona Femeni’s First Division, Elisa stood to thank everyone for coming. And then, she turned to you and Alexia, who wrapped an arm around your waist, steady and strong.
“To my mom and Coach,” Elisa’s deliberate emphasis drew laughter from everyone, while Alexia raised her brow, lips quirking in amusement at the light jibe.
“To my mom and Mamá,” Elisa corrected herself, and she proceeded with a choked voice, eyes reddening, “I am forever grateful for what you’ve done for me. For all your love, your continued support and comfort, and for believing in me. I love you. I love you so much.”
You clasped a hand over your own lips in fear that a sob would escape them but tears spilled down your face all the same, and you gripped Alexia’s hand on your hip as your chest filled with love. When you turned to Alexia, her lips were pressed in a thin line, chin trembling, as she tried to keep the tears at bay, her eyes, like yours, shone with pride.
And so there you were, much later, under the shade of one of the trees in the backyard, nursing a glass of something stronger than champagne–Mojito to be exact–regarding the scene before you with a warmness that, you knew, transcended that of the sun’s.
Elisa was in jovial conversation with her friends and Ingrid–football related, you supposed, by the way Ingrid gestured in the air and the way her juniors were listening attentively; Camilo engaged in what seemed to be an interview by your mom and Eli–for recipes, most likely–while Derek and Lucía–Irene’s wife–looked on them with amused expressions as the both of them talked; Mapi and Robert partook in a game of football as goalkeepers on opposite teams: Mapi, Mateo, and Olivia against Robert, Gabriel–Irene and Lucía’s second son, Mateo’s junior of three years–and Anton; Alexia and Irene, meanwhile, stood to one side, their hands clasped behind their backs, as they stood a vigilant watch over the children, commenting on the game with a light tone, exclaiming and clapping their hands every now, true to their profession.
The air was filled with glee, painting the atmosphere with a lightness of not only of the physical sense, but also of being that you couldn’t help but reminisce.
Alexia retired from football about two years prior but, as expected, the sport was never really done with her–or her with it. So, the Number Eleven jersey may have been put away, but Coach Alexia Putellas was very much involved with the growth of new Blaugrana bloods, involving herself with–and quite capably–developing and guiding Barça’s youth team. Although she was called to lead the Spanish Women’s National Football Team, after their years of continuous fighting for reform, Alexia rejected the offer for–in her own words–her heart belonged to Barcelona, leaving the responsibility to fall on Irene’s shoulders who had accomplished plenty in the short time she’d managed the team.
You, on the other hand, flourished in sport photography, accompanying Alexia or Elisa in most of their matches as per your contract with the club. But you were still very much part of the firm you and Derek built, larger now, involving yourself in its internal affairs and, if necessary, partaking in the journalistic side of things.
Speaking of, after Derek and Robert moved in together somewhere in your home city–even more so after Olivia was born–he gave you this Barcelona house despite your deep insistence that you’d buy it from him, but not without saying a little side remark, ‘You guys did the nasty there already. Keep it.’
You’d always wondered where home was, but now, as you took in the scene before you, and even more when you beheld the woman walking towards you, you knew, in your heart, where it was.
When she got to you, Alexia took your hand, lifted it, and she twirled you around gently, taking your glass from your other hand and placing it on a nearby surface. And as you stopped, she stepped into the space behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as the both of you settled to a gentle sway in time with the music.
“What are you doing back here all by yourself?” She asked beside your ear but not before she pressed a chaste kiss on the side of your head.
“Just thinking.” You murmured, closing your eyes for a moment to better savor the feel of her body, strong and gentle.
Alexia hummed, you felt the rumble of it from her chest before you heard it right beside your ear, melodic, before she pressed a kiss on your bare shoulder. “About what, my love?”
“This. Us.” You lifted one of her hands, brushed your lips over her knuckles. “You.”
“All good things, I hope?”
“With you? Always.”
The both of you swayed and simply watched the scene in silence for a moment. Then a thought occurred to you but as you were about to voice it, Alexia beat you to it.
“The kids, they grow up so fast.” Alexia said in a wistful tone.
“They do. I still can’t believe Elisa turned 18 this year.”
Alexia sighed, “Oh, to be young again.”
You snickered. “You make it sound like we’re so much older. And it’s not that bad, is it?”
“No, not really.” A pause, then, “But that’s less time left loving you both.”
The softness of her answer wasn’t lost to you and your mind went to the conversation you had just the night before and your heart ached, so full with your love for this woman. You leaned back, enough that you could feel the way her heart beat through her shirt, and you squeezed her hand.
You turned your head so you could rest your forehead against the line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you sighed, “You know, you say and do these things that make me fall in love with you all over again.”
“Good. I’d like to keep it that way.” Alexia murmured. “And I will never stop loving you. You’re my person, always. I did tell you, didn’t I?”
The memory of white fabric, white petals thrown in a line between the pew chairs, trembling hands; the way the sun light shone on Alexia’s light brown hair and spun gold in them, her hazel eyes glassy and earnest and filled with so much love, and then, her words of promise; of always and forever.
She’d taken your right hand into the open palm of her left, a twin set of silver bands that rested on the fourth finger of each hand glinting in the late afternoon sun, as she pressed further into you, her cheek now resting against your temple. With your other hand, you cradled hers, tracing the coolness of the metal on her finger with your thumb.
Then you whispered, “I love you, Alexia. So much.”
“And I love you, my wife.”
And just like all the times you’d heard it, you shivered all the same.
“I’ll never tire of hearing that.” You admitted as you turned in the embrace, immediately wrapping your arms loosely around Alexia’s neck after, fingers gently playing with her hair as you looked into those resplendent and doting eyes. And you asked just barely above a whisper, “Can you say it again?”
She brushed a strand behind your ear, tracing the line of your brow before her hands settled on your hips, eyes now lidded with even more affection.
“Ask me who I am.” Alexia said in the same tone, leaning close that you could feel the brush of her lips over yours.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Alexia,” she whispered, and then she added with a smile.
“Your wife.”
And then, you kissed her.
#ap11#not proofread#mine#my writing#a/n:#weve finally come to the end and i just want to say thank you all for the love and support#i hope you stay safe this new year's eve and i hope 2024 will treat you all kindly#again; thank you#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader
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spellbound: flirt back
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masterlist
-megs is so silly
-yn just thought he was trying to embarrass them again but they didnt have an outburst !!! do i hear character growth????
-ehehehheehe
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🎤Hair ties🦎
Imagine: playing with the hair of the Madrigal twins.
🦎🎤☀🦎🎤☀🦎🎤☀🦎🎤☀🎤🦎☀🎤🦎☀🎤🦎
🦎☀ • Camilo doesn't really let anyone touch his hair, well besides his mamí. But he doesn't get a choice in that one, mostly because he is a mama's boy and can't deny his mama when she asks to brush his hair for old time's sake.
🦎☀ • When you both started dating he was ready to give you the hairbrush and any hair ties he could find in Casita, Camilo might be a natural flirt but when he falls he falls hard.
🦎☀ • he sits on the floor against his bed as he reads the new comic his Papí gave him for his birthday, leaning back as you run your fingers through his curls. He practically purrs at the feeling. It relaxes him every time.
His hair is actually very smooth and barely has any knots, mostly from the trauma he gained from his mother when he was younger about not keeping his hair well-kept as she yanked the hairbrush (if you know you know)
🦎☀ • Once you finished taking two sides of his hair and pulling each side tightening the hair tie and securing the high bun, his bangs hung around his face like his Mamí. He looked to his side stretching to see himself in his mirror from his sitting position and smiled. He liked it.
His Mamí was complimentary of his new hairstyle and was pleased to match with her son she had a rainbow over her head the rest of the day.
🦎🎤 • yeah. No. He doesn't let anyone touch his hair, and practically runs from his mamá when he sees her rushing toward him with a hairbrush, "Carlos Control that hair, or I'll do it for you!"
"No! Mamá it's my hair!"
*thunders*
🦎🎤 • When you start dating, it'll take some time before you get the privilege of touching his hair. He will try and hint at wanting his hair played with by resting his head in your lap but angles his head so his hair is perfectly in reach and accessible if you still don't get the hint? He huffs before grabbing your hair and placing it on his head.
🦎🎤 • His head rests on your lap as you both talk about your days (well, it's mostly just him braging about all the successful pranks he pulled that day) as you play with his hair. His hair is soft but has tangles for sure, no matter how many times his mamá lectured him about protecting his hair as he slept and detangling it regularly as she ripped a hairbrush through his curls before using a mountain of products to help with the detangling process it just never stuck.
But if you take the time to detangle his hair gently with few tugs as possible, he would appreciate it even if he won't say it out loud.
🦎🎤 • He barely notices his hair is in a high bun until he sits up and his hair doesn't cover one of his eyes like it usually does. He kinda just grumbles but is too lazy to untie the scrunchie knowing he would receive an earful if he just yanked it out not only from you but from his Mamá.
His mamá is very grateful for you and your service, if she had to detangle his hair one more time she was sure to thunder from his constant disregard of her words.
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Encanto incorrect quote from the @carlosfruitsnacks story: “who’s the girl?”
Camilo: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me?
Y/N: *in his normal clothes or still in the dress* uh, I don't know. When are you going to ask me to?
*Minutes Later with Mirabel and Camilo*
Mirabel: And you just ran away?!
Camilo: I didn't expect them to flirt back!
#camilo x y/n#camilo madrigal x male reader#camilo x male reader#camilo madrigal x reader#camilo madrigal#disney encanto#mirabel madrigal#encanto incorrect quotes
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it’s honesty hour time (it’s not I’m just bored) but I sincerely dislike the hc that camilo gets all the girls in town and is like a massive flirt. Like this isn’t highschool guys😭 i think camilo is still finding himself and is actually really bad at flirting. i always think of “this ones for you” *completely misses* when it comes to him and flirting. I don’t want to say he’s a loser but like he’s just a bit awkward and tries to be funny all the time (sometimes it works) also (controversial) i think dolores would actually be the towns sweetheart. I could go into more depth on that but idk i don’t think the entire population of teens drool over camilo (also he’s crushing on his bff we already knew that)
#encanto#encanto disney#disneys encanto#camilo madrigal#Dolores has girl next door energy!#camilo asks his dad for pick up lines and uses all of them on the same person#encanto headcanons
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flirting...👀
(to be fair I have never flirted with anyone before soo ye)
also this is what would actually happen if evelina would try to flirt with camilo
they would just laugh🤣
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Isabela: You flirt and kiss and for what? Love? Pathetic.
Camilo: To level up my charisma stat.
Isabela: Ah, a gamer. You may pass.
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For @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up, based on the prompt: “camilo cheering up his family.”
I’m only going to do one person as doing everyone would take forever. And as Camilo cheering up his (side of the) family is a little overdone at this point, I’m going with his favourite cousin. Enjoy!
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Throwing Away the Dry Petals
“I win.” Dolores exclaimed, placing down her ace card.
Camilo groaned. “You win every time. You’re clearly cheating.”
“I’m better and smarter than you, Camilo, that’s hardly cheating. You can’t be mad just because I wasn’t dropped as a baby.” She said.
“Hey! I wasn’t dropped as a baby! Tío Bruno caught me! He just let go for a little…” Camilo trailed off. “Besides, Tía Julieta would’ve healed me. I’m her favourite.”
“You’re nobody’s favourite. You’re a pain.”
“Not true! It’s Mirabel whose nobody’s favourite.”
Casita’s front doors swing open almost hitting both the siblings as Isabela storms through, barely noticing them at all.
Dolores is unfazed, she no doubt heard Isabela coming. She doesn’t even flinch. And Camilo would be lying if he said he wasn’t amazed by how well his sister can keep herself so poker face, even when she hears everything. And almost got hit by a door.
“Hey, Bela! You wanna play with us?” Camilo asked.
There’s no response. Isabela just continued walking away.
“Isabela? Hello? You okay?”
Still nothing. Though, to be fair, she’s probably go far down the path to town to hear him now.
“What’s wrong with her?” He turned to his sister. Her gift was annoying most of the time, but it did mean she knew everything about everyone and it came in handy.
“Ramona broke up with her last night.”
Camilo was speechless.
“Isabela, Isabela Madrigal, was broken up with? But she’s always the one that breaks up a relationship!”
“Exactly,” Dolores said, dealing the cards. “She’s been distant all morning. I don’t think she’s slept either.”
“I really liked Mona. She use to give me and Toñito sweets.”
“Isabela did too.”
“But… why? Things were going well, right? It wasn’t like Viviana, who just flirted with Luisa the whole time, right? Or Sola, the one who just wanted to date a Madrigal? Or—” Camilo cut himself off with a gasp. “Tell me it wasn’t like Gabriela who didn’t like cacti.”
Dolores sighed. “No, it wasn’t like Gabriela. Gracias a Dios, ella no quería tener que lidiar con eso otra vez. Well… Ramona didn’t really give a reason. Just something about Isabela not meeting expectation.”
“Sounds like something Abuela would say.”
“Why do you think Isabela has been acting this way?”
Camilo stood up.
“Wait, where are you going? Don’t you want to play?” Dolores inquired.
“I’m gonna cheer up our cousin,” he answered, determinedly.
“If it’s egging Mariano’s house again, I swear to God I will tell Abuela—”
Her statement fell on deaf ears as Camilo was already sprinting away and laughing at the thought. It was always a good idea and it did always brighten Isabela’s day.
However, he really doesn’t wanna have to deal with Abuela or his parents making him clean the entire Guzmán house again. That thing is huge!
They always could throw eggs at Ramona’s house. Or anyone of her other exes. They could plant cacti outside of Gabriela’s. But he suddenly had a different idea in mind as he began searching for her in town, amongst all the chaos and people.
Camilo found Isabela sat by herself on a bench, staring off into the distance.
She watching a group of young adults, laughing and having together - though Isabela didn’t seem to be looking at them at all. Rather staring straight through them.
“Hey, Isabela? You doing anything?”
It took a moment, but Isabela did turn to him. Shaking her head, as though she’d been pulled from some vision like Bruno.
“What do you want, Camilo?” Isabela asked, not sounding angry but not friendly either.
“You know Eduardo Rodriguez? My age, plays football? Anyways, his older brother, Miguel, is getting married today.” He said.
Isabela blinked. “Um, congratulations? What does this have to do with me?”
“I promised Eduardo that I would go to the reception with Dolores, but she has a date with stupid Mariano and I don’t wanna go alone. So I was wondering if you wanted to go to La Hora Loca with me?”
His cousin didn’t immediately reject the idea, even looked to be considering it. A wedding wasn’t Isabela’s ideal way to get over a break up.
However, Camilo was nodding his head eagerly and encouragingly that she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint him again. Why Dolores didn’t just take Mariano to the wedding, she didn’t know - wouldn’t a wedding be a better date than dinner with the family? Never mind, this would be a distraction for Isabela and it wasn’t like she had any plans of her own.
“Okay, I’ll go. But you better change. You’ve split something on your ruana.”
“What? You of all people can’t seriously be complaining about stains! Have you seen your dress? It’s covered in who knows what!”
“Alright, I’ll change too.”
Camilo smiled, satisfied. He was going to get his cousin to smile too before the night was over. Isabela got up and grabbed him by the shoulder as he turned to walk.
“Insult my dress again and I will plant belladonna in your stomach.”
“Noted.”
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An hour or so later, having changed several times over based on the other’s complaints, they finally arrived at the wedding reception of Miguel and Vanessa Rodriguez.
The lateness was definitely the fault of them both considering themselves style experts.
It was times like this that made Isabela realise how many people were in Encanto and how few she actually knew. There were a few faces she recognised but she couldn’t associate them with any name or memory. While Camilo was effortlessly smiling and waving as he pulled her through the crowds of people.
He hadn’t really conversed with anyone though or even congratulated the bride and groom, but she didn’t really think about it. There was plenty of time for that.
Camilo was distracting her with a story of the last wedding he had attended - an old school friend of Félix’s. An event he ruined by sneaking off into the kitchen and eating the entire cake.
They’d been laughing and drinking for almost two hours at the bar when Isabela hopped out of her chair and extended a hand to him.
“Right, let’s go. We’re not sidelining this party, we aren’t Mirabel. Introduce me to Eduardo and the rest of your friends or the random people you know here from babysitting.”
“I don’t know ‘em. We’re crashing.”
Isabela stumbled backwards a little. From shock, not the cocktails she’d been enjoying.
“You don’t know anyone? I thought you knew Eduardo. You said he’s your age and plays football.” Isabela demanded, whispering.
“Yeah, he’s in my class and on the other football team, but I don’t know him.” Camilo shrugged in response.
Isabela raised an eyebrow. Then she snickered. “That’s a lie. You’re just trying to piss me off.” But Camilo’s signature smirk, usually one given to Dolores, made its appearance. And Isabela paled.
He wasn’t joking. He had invited her to a stranger’s wedding.
She quickly started downing a series of shots that some other guest had ordered and regrettably left unattended.
Camilo was all but losing it, clearly enjoying himself. Though he did lean over and say, “We can leave whenever. Just have fun and relax. What’s wrong with your cousin trying to cheer you up?”
Though Isabela wasn’t yet drunk enough to completely abandon her moral compass, she grabbed Camilo’s hand - a little tighter than necessary - and dragged him to the dance floor.
They weren’t hurting anyone or ruining anything. They were having fun. And goddam, they were good drinks.
So as long as they kept to themselves and nobody caught on, it was okay.
For the next few hours, the pair danced and definitely outshined everyone in the process. Pepa was an excellent teacher.
They took breaks every so often to return to the bar - Camilo did keep Isabela from getting herself totally drunk, which was just as challenging as Dolores complained it was. Though Isabela’s alcohol tolerance was impressive. In turn, Isabela did her best to keep Camilo from drinking alcohol altogether.
They partook in the snacks and cake, and even several photographs. Quickly heading to the bathroom when someone started to question them.
It wasn’t until Camilo ended up chatting with the groom himself that their plan had totally fallen apart.
“You must be a friend of Vanessa’s, how did you meet?” Miguel had asked, innocent enough.
“I’m not. I don’t know her at all.”
Camilo hadn’t meant to say that. He might have been able to save himself, claiming he was someone else’s child, but the way he flushed red and his eyes widened with guilt, there was no chance.
Meanwhile, Isabela had found herself chatting with the younger sister to the bride, Elena.
So when Camilo suddenly sprint by and pulled her away by the hand, she was confused but not particularly surprised. It didn’t take long before she matched his pace and they ran out the building, with several angry family members chasing after them.
They continued running until there was no sound of footsteps and shouting, and they were safely hiding in nature. They stumbled along a clearing overlooking their town under the moonlight.
For a few moments, they were just panting and laugh every time they caught each other’s eyes.
“We got kicked out of a stranger’s wedding,” she wheezed.
“And we had fun while doing it,” Camilo retorted. “Don’t tell the adults though.” He added, just to be sure.
“Why?”
“Why? So we don’t get in trouble?”
“No, I mean, why did you take me? You could have taken one of your actual friends.”
“Because you were upset and I wanted to cheer you up. Dolores told me about Ramona.” He admitted, gently. “You wanna talk about it?”
Isabela just returned to being distant at the mention of her ex-girlfriend. She had almost forgotten about her. The memories of last night resurfacing as she watches the stars.
Ramona had liked stars, was planning to go study them abroad. Isabela had ransacked her Abuelo Sancho’s collection of books to find some about constellations and astrology to impress Ramona with facts and things, and it had worked.
But she hadn’t changed or hidden any part of herself. Ramona was dating the Isabela she had always known.
Which is what made the comment about her not meeting expectations rough. They hadn’t discussed any expectations for each other - relationships didn’t require them. So how on earth did Isabela fail to meet something that didn’t exist?
Fuck. Dating Mariano was simpler than this. At least Isabela knew where she was screwing up: hiding herself.
She gasped when Camilo threw himself into her arms in a hug. Immediately, she pulled him tighter.
“What’s this for?” She asked.
“For you, duh.” He mumbled. Camilo was trying not to cry, laughing as a cover. “Fuck Ramona. It’s her loss, you’re brilliant. And you don’t deserve to be sad because she’s a loser.”
“Poetic.” Isabela said, sarcastically.
“I try,” Camilo flipped his hair dramatically. “I mean it. Fuck Ramona and her expectations, whatever they were. You don’t have to meet expectations. Expectations are just stupid. You’re you and you’re amazing. You’re one of my closest friends and role models—”
“That’s concerning.”
“Stop making me laugh. You’re ruining the moment.”
“Can’t help it.”
“I’m trying to be serious right now.”
“Good luck with that.”
He almost laughed, genuinely, that time. But he wasn’t going to let himself be distracted - this was too important. For good measure, he put a hand over Isabela’s mouth. She was smirking underneath; he could feel it.
“I know things about perfect expectations are still kinda hard for you, but don’t let this one idiot bring you down. Ramona doesn’t know you like we, I, do. There’s nothing about you, on the inside or outside, that needs changing or hiding, just because some random decides it’s not good enough for them.”
Under his hand, there’s a muffled, “There’s nothing wrong with my outside. I’m gorgeous.”
“Great! So apply that same logic and confidence to your inside. You can’t really believe that someone knows how you should act better than you do. Trust me, I’m an actor.”
“I can’t. It’s different.”
“Why’s that?” Camilo asked, removing his hand. Isabela was no longer smiling. He wasn’t asking to catch her out or tell her she’s wrong, but just willing to offer an ear— God, he’s more of Dolores’ brother than he realises, isn’t he?
“I don’t know. It just is…” she shrugs a little. “My inside was the part I changed, the part I believed was wrong. People are forming real connections because they like or dislike me, not my appearance. I’m not bothered…” she sighed, turning away. “We were doing so well and it just came out of nowhere. Mona couldn’t even give a reason. If it’s something I’ve done, how am I suppose to fix it for my next partner?”
Camilo nodded in understanding.
He couldn’t relate to his cousin, but what she was saying made sense. He could see why it upset her and why she blamed herself.
“You can’t,” he said. “You can’t fix it. Someone will come along and maybe they will like you or maybe they won’t. Not everyone likes everyone. I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong. If you had then Ramona would have an actual reason to break up, right?”
“I guess.”
“So whatever it is, it’s on her and it’s out of your control.”
Isabela nodded. She smiled a bit.
“Do you feel any better?” Camilo asked. Admittedly, a little hesitant.
She snorted. And for a minute, she looked like she was about to say no. Then she softened, “Yeah, I do. Thank you, Camilo.”
“Good, I’m glad,” he said. “It’s my job to make people happy, but I care about you. So it’s from a place of love, not work, okay? But, uh… Did you have fun tonight? Or last night? I’m not sure what the time is.”
From the grin covering Isabela’s face, he could already guess the answer, but being pulled back into a hug was the real confirmation.
“The most fun I’ve had in years.”
An idea crept into Camilo’s head, just as they started making their way back home.
“Hey, are you tired yet?” Camilo asked. He stopped and Isabela looked at him, strangely. “I’m not tired and I’ve got an idea how we can make this night even better.”
“I’m listening.”
When the pair awoke the next morning, they were instantly questioned by the adults of why they had been out so late and why there were several angry townspeople waiting outside Casita. They shrugged it off and laughed, claiming they had no idea. Ultimately, nobody worked out it was specifically them who had crashed the wedding. But the town was ripe with gossip about two infamous wedding rashers, and Dolores seemed to be suspiciously glancing their way.
And, well, watching Ramona clean eggshells off her roof was just the icing of the cake.
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Happy birthday @captaincravatthecapricious 💕💕
✨Have some protective Pepa shenanigans✨
Camilo was used to a certain pattern from the villagers, when it came to his Tio Bruno.
On one hand, you had the idiots who insisted on blaming Bruno for past misfortunes (or even stupid stuff happening to them now). On the other hand, you had the ones who felt bad about how they treated him and tended to over-compensate in an attempt to make up for it.
Camilo knew that Mirabel was less than impressed with both groups. Frankly, Camilo agreed with her. The first half needed to take some responsibility for their own choices, and the other half seriously needed to relax. They were making his uncle increasingly uncomfortable. He’d already said all was forgiven (though Camilo wasn’t sure how true that was) and they continued to press for forgiveness and offered to help Bruno with the smallest of tasks.
Maybe that was what bothered Camilo: it seemed this whole “Please forgive us!” schtick was for the villagers, not for Bruno himself.
But right now, surprisingly, neither group was a problem. No, there was a new problem; one Camilo hadn’t seen coming.
A woman was flirting with his Tio. Quite aggressively and badly flirting too.
“...What is happening?” Camilo asked, nose wrinkling.
“She realises he’s not even answering, right?” Mirabel tilted her head, eyes widening as the woman continued talking at Bruno, rather than to him. He could see the anxiety and boredom mixing in Bruno’s eyes; he didn’t even look at the woman as she spoke, his gaze darting about everywhere.
Camilo recognised her right away: Ines Moreno. Her family owned one of the orchards on the edge of town.
“Is talking about apples seriously her way of flirting?” Camilo sighed, setting his plate down, back on the buffet table. Suddenly, he’d lost his appetite.
“Um, I’ve gotta go!” Bruno suddenly blurted out, trying to dart past Ines.
She made a fatal mistake: she grabbed Bruno’s arm, yanking him back to his previous spot.
Bruno yelped, flinching away.
Pepa immediately descended like a storm- no pun intended. Well, pun mostly unintended.
A cold breeze rushed through Casita’s courtyard; thunder clapped and her cloud flashed with lightning as her hand slapped down on Ines’s shoulder.
“Get your hands off my brother,” she hissed, the air beginning with whip around her in a mini tornado. “Right now, before I rip them off.”
Mirabel let out a low, impressed whistle. Appetite miraculously returning, Camilo picked up his plate and began to munch, enjoying the show.
“Pepa,” Bruno sighed.
“Nope,” Pepa said, her hard gaze still on Ines. “No, I’m doing this.”
“Go, amor!” Félix called from across the room. Camilo wasn’t surprised. Honestly, the biggest shock was that Abuela hadn’t interfered yet. He wondered who was distracting her. Probably Isabela or Tia Julieta.
Casita’s floor tiles tapped rapidly in a line leading to the door, which swung open on its own. Pepa pointed to the door, her cloud growing, the lightning flashing more insistently.
“Out,” she ordered. “Before I blast you out.”
Ines didn’t need any further prompting: she ran like a bat out of hell.
“Way to go, Mamá!” Camilo laughed.
“Don’t encourage her!” Bruno cried to no avail. Much happier, her cloud vanishing, Pepa linked her arm with Bruno’s and dragged him towards the kitchen.
“C’mon,” Camilo heard her say. “Juli’s got some fresh cocadas nearly ready.”
#happy birthday!#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal#madrigal family shenanigans#snippets#drabble#encanto#encanto fanfic#my writing#encanto snippets#la familia madrigal#the madrigal family#the madrigal triplets#pb&j triplets#pb&j encanto#pepa my beloved#bruno my beloved#this family is a disaster and i love them
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camilo madrigal having a crush on you headcanons
(gn reader)
• he shapeshifts into a bunch of people when he first sees you
• is?? literally?? mesmerized by you??
• has a lot of "coincidental run-ins" with you
• tries to make you laugh by doing impressions of people you know
• the other madrigals are so confused as to why he's suddenly so much happier
• laughs (way too hard) at all your jokes
• his crush is embarrassingly obvious to everyone except for you
• gets jealous when other people flirt with you
• super protective + panics even more than you do when you get hurt
• you fit right into his family and it makes him fall even more in love with you
• whenever he's around you, he can't stop smiling
• literal definition of a golden retriever boy
• would honestly do anything for you
• really nervous around you & his voice cracks a lot (which he's so embarrassed about, but you think it's cute)
#camilo headcanons#encanto camilo#camilo x y/n#camilo x reader#camilo x gender neutral reader#camilo madrigal#encanto
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Giving the Spanish speakers an extra treat in Neon Moonlight because Xavier’s Spanish is iffy and while he tells the audience Camilo calling him “cariño” means “buddy” the Spanish speakers will know.
#or anyone with google#but why wouldn’t you trust Xavier’s Spanish translations? (you shouldn’t)#how does this dumbass mix up cariño and chico#drunk Camilo flirting is the best#xavilo#xavier campbell#camilo ramos#there are MANY scenes of Xavier fucking up Spanish
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Camilo pining hard after his SO who he thinks won't love him for him so he tries to find out what they like in a partner and emulate it?
Ah Camilo angst. You bet I'm gonna write it in the most dramatic way possible because, well it's Camilo after all.
Pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Reader
Tags: fluff, angst, pining, crushes, confessions, Camilo being sweet
A/N: There's just something about angst and theater kids that goes so damn well together.
Camilo has been fulfilling a bunch of different roles for his whole life
He uses his gift both to have fun and help improve the lives of the towns people and his family
You always talk to him when he's in town but you never have enough time for a proper long talk since he's rushing somewhere a lot of the time
You make it a habit of bringing him food and drinks and just hanging out when he walks from one place to the other
Camilo flirts with you sometimes, the very playful kind that you can't really tell if he's being serious
He's being very serious but he's not sure if you like his type
He knows that he can be a bit of a jokester and that not everyone is into that
For the most part he feels like your gestures are just you trying to be nice to him, which you are but you also like spending time with him
Camilo decides that if you don't like him as himself than he can absolutely take on some traits that you do find attractive
So whenever you talk about the things that you like he makes sure to pay extra close attention
One time he even bluntly asks you what you're looking for in a partner
The question takes you by surprise, especially since that didn't sound like his usual playful teasing or flirting, in fact he was being very serious when he asked
You describe someone who's caring, likes to have fun, enjoys helping people, has a good sense of humor, is gentle and caring, has great taste in music and dancing
It completely goes over his head that you're describing him
So much so that the next time you saw him he tried to emulate all of those things a bit too much in order to impress you
At the end of the day you tell him you'd like to talk to him in private
Camilo thinks that you're gonna reject him and he gets ready for it
However you cup his cheeks and tell him that he can be really dumb sometimes
He doesn't get what you mean by that, he just did what you said you liked
You explained to him that he didn't need to do anything different since your ideal partner is him
It finally hits him that all the things you listed where also his own traits
Well now he feels really dumb about all of this
You thought it was sweet that he tried to do what he thought would make you happy but he doesn't need to do anything different from what he's already been doing
After all if he was any different you wouldn't have fallen for him
Your confession makes his head spin and his heart flutter, it his powers go out of control for a second, much to his embarrassment
Since you confessed it's only right that he does the same, mentioning that he would love to take you out for a walk sometime, maybe go somewhere you can watch the sunset together
When you tell him that you'd love to go on a date with him his face brightens up even more and he puts a little happy kick in his step as he walks away, but not before kissing your cheek again
#encanto#encanto x reader#camilo madrigal#camilo madrigal x reader#camilo x reader#camilo#camilo headcanons#encanto headcanons
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