#camilo imagine
bozowrites · 11 months ago
camilo x reader ; bruno x reader : they have a crush.
a/n : i do this for literally every fandom i join
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sometimes when he’s around you, he changes randomly out of nerves.
he laughs it off though.
makes tons of flirty jokes and messes with you a lot.
he either has all his attention on you or none.
sometimes he just can’t handle the pressure of talking to you!
romanticizes literally every interaction with you, its almost sad.
pepa knows, which means dolores knows, which means the entire family knows now.
he sighs longingly a lot when he’s around you or just sees you from afar.
he does get flustered a lot if you reciprocate any flirty comments.
smiley boy when you are around.
he can get jealous from time to time when he sees you chatting with someone else your twos age.
doesn’t dare show it though.
"well, well, well look at what la casita dragged in~"
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flustered a ton, like as red as a tomato if you will.
daydreams about you a lot.
watches you from afar, like staring and just watching you interact with others.
doesn’t mean for it to be creepy.
everyone in the family knows about his crush on you and make an effort to bring you around la casita so he can be around you more.
hernando isn’t afraid of anything and that includes talking to you.
gets awkward talking to you and makes jokes that don’t make sense.
likes showing you all his telenovelas with his rats. if you like them, he is overjoyed.
tells you really dramatic stories with dramatic expressions and just everything dramatic.
is a little afraid of how people will treat you if you two ever got into a relationship.
refuses to have visions about you. doesn’t wanna see something that could shatter his heart.
"have you met jorge?"
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secret-ssociety · 11 months ago
Hihi!!! Can I request Camilo x reader where reader is touched starve but afraid to ask Camilo like hugs and holding hands? ALSO ALSO HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON
Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x reader
Warnings: maybe a little angst, touch starvation and anxiety, small injury
A/N: You didn't specify anything about the gender so I made it neutral. I hope it's what you had in mind <3
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His hand was right there, you could easily grab it and appease the cold trembling on your own, but his whole family was right there, they would see if you did, what if he got embarrassed and let it go?
You two had been dating for a few weeks already and it had quickly became a routine for you to have breakfast with the Madrigals and then shadow Camilo most of the day, but as comfortable as you had grown around each other, you still couldn't work up the courage to express your affection to him the way you so badly wanted to.
Maybe it was fear of appearing clingy, or maybe it was simply something you weren't used to. Hugs, kisses or anything of the sort weren't common around your house, they were limited to congratulations given on birthdays or other celebrations on the most awkward way.
For Camilo those actions came so easily, he could cradle your face and graze your fingers without getting dizzy in over thoughts. He was so natural with it and yet you so desperately wanted more.
"Amor," Camilo called, pulling you out of your thoughts by putting his hand on your shoulder. Everyone was standing up from the table, "we have to go."
You nodded, leaving your napkin back on the table and trying not to think of the warmth that irradiated from his hand. He walked to the village with you trailing behind, your eyes once again set on his hand that moved back and forward.
It wasn't always like that, you weren't constantly craving for his touch like you were that day, most of the time you were perfectly content just having him close, but sometimes you woke up with an insatiable thirst for those moments when he layed sprawled on the grass and pulled you on top of him to cuddle. Those moments you weren't brave enough to ask for.
Submerged in a comfortable silence, you two made your way to the Gonzalez' house, a young couple who had recently had a baby and were completely exhausted, as it often happens with first time parents. Luckily for them, Camilo and you were the two most reliable babysitters in Encanto and you had no issue with having the baby for a couple hours so they could have some rest.
With a blanket, you secured the baby to Camilo's chest, making sure she was comfortable and protected from the sun, and tried not to blush at the way he gazed upon you as you did.
He liked looking at you, he wasn't too shy to admit it, he liked the frown on your face when you were focused and your expression when you were lost in thought. He knew the exact number of freckles on your face and the particular curl of your eyelashes, he knew where to find the tiny scar on your eyebrow from when you were little and had memorized the shape of your Cupid's bow. God, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Slowly, almost timidly, he brought a hand up to your face and moved a strand of hair out of your forehead. That's exactly what you meant, his caresses were so effortless and yet they made all the air escape from your lungs. Camilo never said it out loud, fearing that it would make you stop, but he adored the way you leaned into his touch.
Contraire to your nervous assumptions, he loved touching you, everything from grazing your hand when he walked beside you to cuddling with you at night before you went home, he lived for every hug, every kiss, every waking moment when he could hold your hand.
What troubled his mind was the thought that you didn't like to be touched, or maybe not as much as he wanted to do it. You never seemed to respond badly to his caresses, but you never initiated those moments and honestly he preferred to control his urges than to accidentally trespass your personal space.
Once the baby was settled against Camilo, you both started to go wherever he was needed. Most days went by like that, you two babysitting one or two kids together while you trailed behind him to wherever he needed to go and tried to make yourself useful.
"I think she's hungry," you said when the baby started crying, growing more loud by the second despite of Camilo's coos.
"Maybe she's sick of being around you," he suggested mockingly.
"Oh, she's tied to your chest, but she's sick of being around me," you responded in the same tone.
"You're right," he nodded while still rocking the baby, "she's tired of me, so you should carry her instead."
"You could've just said you were tired, lazy," you mocked while, carefully, removing the baby from the blanket around your boyfriend, shyly grazing his chest in the process.
The baby kept crying as you walked back to casa Madrigal to make her a bottle, while you gently rocked her trying to sooth her in the meantime. Camilo stared at you the whole way, making sure you didn't trip over anything, that the sun didn't sting on your eyes.
Once in the kitchen, you both settled the baby on the dinner table, on top of the blanket and Camilo's ruana. He entertained her while you warmed the milk and the bottle, trying not to get distracted by the way Camilo talked to the baby and she somehow responded in gibberish baby talk.
But your efforts were unsuccessful.
You looked at him tickle the baby's tummy as you blindly reached out to grab the pot, placing your hand right on the hot metal instead of the handle, "ah!" You cried out, making Camilo turn into you in the initial shock and then jumping towards you.
"What happened? Let me see."
You pulled your red hand out of his reach, hiding the painful grimace on your face and the tears welling up in your eyes.
You held your hand close to your chest, it wasn't your intention to push Camilo away but your first instinct was to stop his comforting of your injury.
"Y/N, amor..." he called again, placing a hand on your arm.
"Leave me alone, Camilo!"
He stood silent for a good second, even the baby had stopped wailing for a moment. You had your back turned against him, with anger tears coming down your cheeks quietly and he feared he had broken the rule he had set himself when it came to touching you.
Still, he knew you well enough to know it wasn't him you were mad at for having gotten hurt, but at yourself, so he decided not to surpass your boundaries anymore. Instead, he filled a bowl with cold water for you to submerge your hand into, which you did without complaining.
It was a long while until he worked up the courage to approach you again, after he fed the baby and put her down to sleep in the same place on the table. This time you didn't squirm away from his touch when he grabbed your arm to have you turn around in his direction.
You avoided his eyes, but they were too busy inspecting the burn. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, the cold water had done wonders to it. He looked into your face, the tear stained cheeks and the obvious pain you had suffered, and decided to taunt his fate once more.
Softly, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist. Once he felt you leaning into it, the way he loved so much, he traveled his kisses up to your face. He erased the path of your tears with his lips, making your breath hitch.
Camilo wrapped an arm around you, embracing you softly, and you happily melted into him, hiding your face in his chest as you whimpered softly and the tears came back to your eyes. Upon seeing your reaction, he wondered if maybe you liked his touch more than you let on, so he simply held you against him for as long as you allowed him to.
"Can we do this more often?" You were brave enough to ask, referring to the hug and the kisses.
Camilo smiled, for your question was an answer to his prayers.
"Yes, mi vida."
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caramellahoney · 10 months ago
You probably won't even see this but- I'd love to see just a CRUMB of something like Camilo rambling to Bruno about how much he adores his darling because he kind of gets the feeling that Bruno won't go running to y/n spilling the tea, but if y/n tries to just "oh hi Bruno!! :)" hE'LL PANIC BECAUSE he doesn't wanna ruin it for his sobrino
Also I love your writing you're very talented
"don't let it slip"
pairings: Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader
genre: pure fluff
warning/s: none to note- no proofread
a/n: I had really fun with this! Thank you btw!
Bruno happily sighed as he snuggled into his sofa. It had been a long day and he was eager to get some well deserved rest.
"TIO BRUNO!" And-..there goes his free time. Bruno shrieked, twisting his head around to see who interrupted his relaxation. Camilo had just slammed the door open and stood at the entrance of Bruno's room. A goofy grin spread across his face. Bruno raised a brow, confused as to what the teen possibly wanted from him.
"I want you to read my future!" Camilo shouted, shutting the door of the room. Stomping over to his tio, the shapeshifter plopped on the floor. He sat right in front of Bruno's chair-to make sure Bruno wouldn't try to run away. Dumbfounded, the older man started awkwardly shifting in his seat.
"You know...you know how my visions go Camilo-" Bruno chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Camilo, threw his head back and groaned dramatically. He clasped his hands together and started pleading.
"Pleaasse? I'll owe you one! I could get you some extra food- or do some of your chores-just one little vision?? Pleaasse? It's been like 10 years!" Bruno squinted his eyes at Camilo. Just one, he says? Biting his lip, he tapped his fingers against his couch before eventually letting out a defeated sigh.
"Alright hijo. Let's go."
"You sure about this hijo?" Bruno muttered, spreading the sand across the ground. Camilo nodded enthusiastically, sending the man a two finger salute. Once Bruno finished his ritual, he squatted down on the ground and stretched.
Reaching his hand out, He clasped Camilo's hands with his own. The man took a deep breath and soon enough- his eyes started to glow a deep green. Camilo ohh'd at the sight as the sand around them started to swirl and create a barrier of some sorts.
Bruno narrowed his eyes as the sand started to materialize into figures. Camilo followed his gaze and saw a figure of himself, confused he turned to his uncle.
"Thats it?" Bruno sent him an exasperated look, shaking his head 'no'.
"Be patient- Oh! Look! There's another figure!" Camilo whipped his head around and saw another figure starting to form beside him. Bruno gasped dramatically and Camilo turned to him.
"What??! What's happening tio?!?"
"It's a person! And-and- they're breaking your neck!"
"They're what?!!" Camilo screamed in alarm, gaping at the sand sculptures.
"Oh wait no! Not breaking your neck! It looks like a dance?" Bruno tilted his head in confusion, trying to make sense of the vision.
"Are they breaking my neck or dancing with me?!?"
"Wait yes! A dance!" Bruno grinned, relieved that the vision wasn't about his sobrino getting his neck snapped in half. The figures started to materialize into Camilo and a person dancing together.
He reached out to grab the green slab, wiping away any remaining sand on it. Camilo quickly rushed to his side and curiously observed the vision.
"Ohh would you look at that, they're quite attractive- wait isn't that your lover Camilo?" Bruno pointed out, making Camilo's eyes widen. He reached out and grabbed the slab from Bruno's hands to examine it closer.
Camilo quickly recognized all of your features, It was you! Suddenly, he felt his breath hitch when he realized you were wearing a wedding outfit. Inspecting the slab further, he realized both of you were in a church.
"I'm going to marry y/n." Camilo breathed out, realizing what the vision was about. He snapped his head back to his uncle, a wide lovesick smile on his face. Bruno just shrugged and uttered a 'meh'.
"I mean I don't need to look into the future to see you two would've worked out but-"
"I'M GOING TO MARRY Y/N!" Camilo shrieked making Bruno jump. Camilo giddily stared at the slab again, turning to his tio- he asked if he could keep it. Bruno just nodded, feeling pretty good about himself after seeing how happy Camilo was about the vision.
"You must really like them huh?" Bruno whispered, glancing at the slab then at Camilo then at the slab again.
"You couldn't imagine. They have a smile that rivals mami's sunny days. I could make a poem with just their name alone and it would still sound breathtaking." Camilo softly gazed down at the slab once more before running to hug Bruno
"Oh! Before I go- mind keeping this a secret tio Bruno? I want them to be surprised in the near future." Camilo grinned and thanked his uncle as he skipped away. Bruno hummed, happy for his sobrino's future.
After that was done, he went downstairs and decided to grab a broom to sweep the leftover sand up. He passed by the kitchen on the way, just in time for you to walk in through the back door.
"Señor Bruno?" Jumping, Bruno felt himself tense up as you called out to him. You smiled softly at him, unaware that Bruno was having an internal battle with himself.
"I was just wondering where Camilo was?" Bruno panicked and stared to stutter, avoiding your confused eyes.
'Dont let it slip Bruno, you can't ruin this for Camilo-' Bruno closed his eyes and let out a nervous breath. He smiled at you awkwardly, quickly putting the broom away.
"He ran away! I mean- mierda- he went to go his room." Bruno quickly corrected himself, hoping that you'd ignore his mess up and be convinced. He felt himself relax as you brightened up and thanked him, quickly leaving the room.
"Nice save, tio." In another room, Dolores snickered.
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wwillowtrees · 10 months ago
Forehead touching. Forehead kisses.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | feminine aspects written, but honestly it’s not that much.
not-beta read, we die like casita.
You smiled softly, looking up from your book to see your lover. It was a quiet morning, a rare occurrence for the Madrigals as it seemed like those people could never catch a break. Their schedules usually filled to the brim with chores, not a single second for themselves, but not today.
Naturally, your boyfriend decided to spend his day with you.
“Milo?” You called out, folding the corner of the page you were reading on.
Camilo looks at you before looking back up for a moment, eyes on the rubber ball that he kept throwing at the ceiling of your room seconds before.
“Un segundo.”
With one hand, he swiftly catches it, and you feel your heart begin to swell as you see a small smile forming on his face at the impressive move.
“Need anything mi vida?” He asks, turning to face you, his gaze never leaving as he drops the small toy to his side.
He tilted his head slightly as he patiently watched you place your book on the nightstand near you.
“Mhm, affection.” You reply cheekily, crawling over to him.
Camilo chuckled, his eyes full of love as he stared at you.
“About time!” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.
You scoff.
“Dios mio, it hasn’t been that long.” You retorted, though, your actions quickly contradict your voice as you gently cupped his face. Camilo shook his head in endearment, his curly hair flowing around at the action.
“Mhm.. whatever you say.” The shapeshifter murmured, his voice slurred at the touch of your warm hands. You rolled your eyes at your lover’s antics while your boyfriend simply smiled in return.
“I,” You began, placing a soft kiss on Camilo’s lips.
“Love-“ Another kiss.
“You.” And another! Well..
Maybe more than just three, but come on now! He had such a kissable face!
How could you resist the temptation to kiss every single one of those pretty freckles that resembled the bright stars scattered across the night sky, or even that empty canvas that is his forehead which was just waiting to be painted with your lipstick, and don’t forget his cheeks too!
Besides, who was complaining? Certainly not you, nor him.
As you continue to pepper your boyfriend with your kisses, he giggled with each one, tightening his hold on you.
You ended with one last kiss to the lips, pulling away to see a lope-sided smile on Camilo’s face, his muddy green eyes shining brightly as he stared into yours.
God he was absolutely drunk on your love, and you savored every second of it.
You laughed, throwing your head back as Camilo smiled even wider at the sound of your laughter.
“You’re an absolute idiot mi amor.” You said, using two of your fingers to gently push him, his back hitting against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Camilo replied nonchalantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you close, your foreheads touching due to the lack of space.
“I love you too querida, y te amaré por siempre.”
“Woah! Have you’ve been malled by a tiger Camilo?!” Félix shouted, laughing loudly when he saw his son walk through the entrance door with lipstick all over his face.
Camilo groaned, hiding under his yellow poncho.
“Stoppppp!” He shouted, dragging out each syllable while he scurried away to his room. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he would’ve seen the worrying rain cloud turn into a beautiful rainbow on top of his mother’s head when her husband explained what he had seen to her in full detail.
He flopped onto his bed, rolling around in hopes of getting the embarrassment off his body.
Of course he forgot to wipe off your lipstick, so enthralled by you and your stupid beauty that he forgot to think for himself! His pride!
He’ll never hear the end of it from his familia at din-
Oh dear god, he forgot about dinner.
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levithestripper · 10 months ago
I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
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Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
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bandshirts-andbooks · 10 months ago
Y/N, about Dolores: She's the girl of my dreams!
Camilo: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.
Y/N: I have a lot of dreams.
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dead-inside-writer · 10 months ago
helloooow!! Is it possible to request for a fluff camilo x fem! reader where reader has trouble sleeping and is tired always resulting her being at home most of the time. Camilo visits her so very often to show his love through cuddling with her or bringing reader small gifts even if it means camilo barging in her window often jsbdjbsshdh- (love ur works! pls stay safe always<33)
"Sleep well mi Amor" (Encanto Camilo x F! Reader)
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a/n: hii! TYSM FOR THE REQUESTTT :D! this is so cute i'll try my best, hope it meets ur expectationss and GGEUBIOE TYY u stay safe as well <3
pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Sleep-deprived! Reader
summary: Camilo sneaks into your room late at night to cuddle.
theme: fluff + slight angst
pronouns: he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader
warnings: none (maybe insecure thoughts?)
word count: 1.6k
You groaned in your bed, twisting and turning, trying to find a position that’ll somehow make you feel relaxed enough to sleep. It was extremely funny the way that you were always yawning and how you had no energy but couldn’t manage to fall asleep at all.
You looked outside the window from your bed to see that it was still night, the moon shining bright. You cursed to yourself, wanting to do fun dates outside with your boyfriend, but because you were tired 24/7, you spent most of your days at home.
Camilo always visited you when you were too tired to move. You both would have deep conversations, he'll tell you about his day and rant about annoying things that get on his nerves. Sometimes he'll bring cards and board games to play. On some nights when you were lucky enough to get a thirty-minute nap, you usually hang out with Camilo in your house to do more activities like baking cookies. If you were feeling a bit more energetic, you both would walk around town, admire the scenery, and even run around until your energy was drained then you’ll have to spend the day in your house again (but this was an event that rarely happens so you keep it dear to your heart.)
You were so grateful that he understood your situation and still stuck with you but you didn't want to continue spending quality time with him just in your room. You want to spend more time with him outside, do some crazy things together like play pranks on his family and run away when they find out, explore the world together from morning until night.
Deep inside of your heart, you were scared. What if he gets bored one day and leaves you for someone way funner? Everyone knows that Camilo is an energetic boy so why would he want to spend his day with someone who can't even leave her house without feeling exhausted?
You know that thinking like this will do no good, that you shouldn't be having these thoughts. You know that Camilo loves you based on his effort and attention, but it was so hard to push these thoughts away at night, where you are alone and wide awake, not having anything to do and stuck with your own thoughts.
Your insecurities flood your head, your heart swelling as you think about how you’ll feel if Camilo, your sunshine, leaves you. You smack your head against your pillow as the pillow soaks your tears. You were about to wipe your snot with a tissue when suddenly there was a knocking sound on your window.
You snapped your head to look at the window with alert eyes, ready to smack the intruder with your tissue box when you realized that it was your amor crouching outside your window.
You rushed to the window, a smile immediately appearing on your face when you saw him. You opened the window a bit too strongly that it almost hit your walls.
“Woahhohoho, someone’s awfully excited to see me,” Camilo cheekily said, surprised by how strong you opened the window.
But his smile went away when he saw your red nose with snot drooping down, your puffy eyes with lingering tears. (He still found you so beautiful, even when you looked like that.)
“Mi princesa, why are you crying? What happened?” He used his sleeves to clean your snot which left you feeling embarrassed.
“Oh dios mio! You didn’t have to do that! Now your sleeves have my snot on it,” You half-screamed, slightly freaked out of the idea that he has your snot now.
“Please mi amor, I had worse stuff on my shirt, like Antonio’s vomit,” He shrugged.
“At least let me clean your sleeves,” You hurriedly took the tissue, wiping the wet spot on his sleeves. Camilo sits on the window, chuckling as he watches your eyebrows furrow.
'Seriously, I would do anything for this girl and she's already flustered at the fact that I cleaned a simple snot? She's so unbelievably adorable,' Camilo thought to himself.
"Anyways, why were you crying?" He asks as he lifts your chin with his finger.
"Nothing," You answered. Camilo gives you a suspicious look, one of his eyebrows arched.
"Really! It's nothing," You try to laugh it off, not daring to look him in the eyes but he softly pulls your face to look at him again.
"Nuh-uh, I know it's more than 'nothing'" He said, putting more tone on the last word.
"Urghhh how do you know me so well," You sulked, pouting your lips, "It's just something really stupid."
"Tell meeeee," He begged.
"It's just... I mean, why do you even like me? You're super energetic and I'm all just stuck in my room. You deserve someone who can go out on adventures with you," You rambled, letting out your feelings.
"Hey, hey... you know that that's not true, I feel peace in your presence when my life feels like a hectic mess. You're the one that loves me for me, and I love you for you. I wouldn't change a thing," He looked at you with eyes full of sincerity, stroking your hair behind your ear.
"I feel bad making you hang with me just in my room. I want to go to so many places with you, explore, have fun, without being exhausted," You feel the tears flowing again.
"Mi cielito, how about we try working on how to get you to rest first, m'kay? Then when you feel rested and bursting with energy, we can do everything you want! I'll be with you step by step," He pulls you into his chest.
"By the way, can you let me in? It's kinda freezing out here," He made an exaggerated 'brrrrrr'.
"Oops, my bad, please do come in, querido," You hold his hand to make sure he landed safely. There was one time he accidentally slipped and landed on his face and ever since then you hold his hand.
"Wow! You didn't slip, amazing job," You teased.
"Hey! That was a one-time thing and you know it," He exclaimed.
"Oh right, before I forgot, I brought you some tea!" He raised the bag in his hand.
"Mi madre said that it can help with insomnia," He pulled out a box of teabags.
"You go lay down on the bed okay? I'll brew you a warm cup of tea," He said.
You went to your bed, patiently waiting for him. He always brought small gifts whenever he visited, so you weren't surprised, but you always appreciated each and every single gift he got for you. It ranges from something simple as a flower to something extravagant as a handmade skirt full of details.
Soon, he entered the room with a cup of tea in his hand.
"I hope I made it just right," He said, his fingers fiddling with themselves as he watched you take a long sip.
"Wow Cami! This tastes so nice," You said, amazed. To be frank, Camilo wasn't the best at making food so you were a bit scared.
"Really? Let me try," He took a careful small sip from the tea in your hand, and his eyes turned wide, "Woah... it really does taste nice."
"Of course, I'm Camilo Madrigal after all!" He smirks proudly.
"Yes, my special chameleon," You smiled softly, taking more sips of the tea. Little did you know, his heart melted when he heard you say 'my special chameleon'.
'Oh dios mio, she said I'm hers!' He freaks out quietly.
"Hey, this tea might actually be working, I do feel a bit relaxed," You murmured, the warmth of the tea fills your body and the scent so pleasing to your nose.
Noticing that your boyfriend is just standing next to your bed, you scoot over, patting the space next to you.
"Come and sit here with me," You said, placing the tea on your bedside table.
"Say less, carino," He immediately takes up the empty space next to you, "Can we cuddle?"
"Mhmm" You hummed, already snuggling close to his chest.
You peacefully listen to the rhythm of his heart, his chest slightly going up and down, as he plays with your hair, twirling them in his fingers, while his other hand hugs you. You both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.
"You know, mi amor, you're not only the most beautiful and charming girl I ever saw, but you're also the most intelligent, wise, interesting, and loving girl in this whole world," He softly says.
You were about to reject what he said but before you even can get a word out, he peppers your face with kisses, and after each kiss, he'll give you a compliment.
One kiss on your forehead, "You're a one in a billion."
One kiss on your left cheek, "You're the reason why I look forward to another day."
One kiss on your right cheek, "You're amazingly breathtaking."
You were left stunned, your mind basically malfunctioning as your heart runs a thousand meters per second.
You covered your face with your hands to avoid him seeing your tomato face, as he laughs at your reaction.
"I love you so much mi vida," You whispered.
"I love you too, good night," Camilo whispered back.
You mumbled a good night back, going back to enjoying the warmth and comfort from the cuddle until eventually, you doze off.
Camilo smiled in relief when he saw you sleeping, carefully slipping out, and giving you one last kiss on the forehead.
"Sleep well mi amor," He whispered close to your ear, then left out the window.
note: IT'S A BIT CHEESY BUT NGL I really like how this one turns out!! Sorry if this took a while <3 Please do leave a like and feel free to drop a request -din
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glendybluebird · a month ago
🌙Yin and Yang☀️
Camilo's a good dance instructor!
Guess what they're singing😜
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As children, they used to act out their imaginary worlds. It had been years since they started doing it again. It was kind of hard at first due to Luna's changes in personality. But bit by bit, her old self is starting to show.
This was supposed to be a mini comic, but I got busy working on some other stuff.
This other pic was from months ago.
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heyhoeudoin · 9 months ago
camilo, after flirting: don't you know who i am???
y/n, not looking up: yes of course i know, i just don't care
dolores: hm!
mirabel: yeahh, good luck with making them like you now
camilo, watching you walk away: i think i'm the one who fell instead
mirabel: you dumbass
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the-faceless-bride · 29 days ago
🎤Hair ties🦎
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Imagine: playing with the hair of the Madrigal twins.
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🦎☀ • 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.
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🦎🎤 • 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!"
🦎🎤 • 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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bozowrites · 10 months ago
Could I have some cuddle headcanons with Mirabel and a short gender-neutral reader?
mirabel x reader ; camilo x reader ; isabela x reader ; bruno x reader : cuddling positions.
a/n : didn't rly mention height, only cause i didn't rly know how to, apologies. and i added the other three for fun :)
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the honeymoon hug.
she likes having her face in your chest and just relaxing after any day.
loves if you play with her hair while you two cuddle.
legs intertwined and arms around each other, nothing could get better than that.
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lay atop of him.
your head on his chest and his arms hugging your back, legs intertwined, it’s perfect.
he’ll play with your hair and give your scalp a massage.
it’s heaven honestly.
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literally everything.
any way she can have her hands on you and be close to you, she’ll be thriving.
but she does find benefit if she can wrap her legs around you and be unbelievably close.
she just loves being all up in your personal space.
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the spoon.
a classic!
doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, so long he gets to be with you.
if he’s the big spoon, expect little tickles from him every now and then. just cause he likes to bug ya.
he’ll occasionally give you a squeeze, hands around your waist, just so you know he’s there.
and when he’s the little spoon, he loves when you play with his hair.
he finds it immensely relaxing and will biome putty in your hands immediately.
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mayese · 10 months ago
Camilo x Reader
Synopsis: You are left alone with a baby while Camilo goes and comes back very quickly without you knowing.
Warnings: none!
He/him pronouns for Camilo, and She/her pronouns for the reader.
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You were busy with some chores during the morning, but when you finally got rid of them you rushed to the bench where Camilo used to be to take care of the kids.
When he saw you he started waving at you with his left hand and holding a baby wrapped in a yellow blanket with his right arm.
You made your way to them, being saluted with a giggle from the baby after Camilo tickled him on his belly.
You, Camilo, and the baby remained on the bench for a little while, greeting people that passed by and chuckling at Camilo's shapeshifting ability.
But then, Camilo said that the baby needed to be fed now in the afternoon. He slipped the baby onto your arms, and you knew right away that it was a big mistake. You had zero experience with babies.
But hey! It couldn't be that hard! After all, it's just a baby, a happy baby! Well, a happy baby before Camilo vanished.
Camilo ran to his house to look for some milk, and the baby instantaneously commenced crying.
His expressions changed from happiness to sadness very quickly, letting you uptight. But this let you with no doubts about Camilo’s fame among parents and kids from the town.
He surely had the amazing ability to take care of children and to make them adore him, and occasionally you wondered how good of a father he will be someday. You surely will know.
“Ok ok, calm.” The baby was weeping loudly and you weren't sure of what to say or to do.
You stood up from the bench and began to walk back and forth, repeating the sound “shhh” gently.
You started calmy wobbling the baby in your arms like you saw Camilo doing many times. The sobs of the baby were slowly dying, but he still looked sad.
Maybe you are just not good with kids. You never were, and probably never will. That's why you didn't like being left with a kid in your arms whilst Camilo is gone.
Suddenly, after brainstorming some ideas, you remembered one of the songs that your mother sang for you every night when you’d go to bed. She still sings it sometimes. It helps you to sleep like a sheep. Maybe that would work to make the baby sleep.
Even if your voice wasn't the greatest, and you feared to make the baby more scared of you, you started singing, more like whispering.
“Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
Wandering in the night
What were the chances
We'd be sharing love
Before the night was through?”
The baby stopped crying, still slightly sobbing. Yet, he gave you a little smile that contaminated you.
“Something in your eyes
Was so inviting
Something in your smile
Was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you.”
Your arms stopped swinging as the baby started to close his little brown eyes. After all, your voice was a successful way to calm a kid, and you were glad that it worked.
“Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment when we said our first hello
Little did we know...” Your forefinger touched his little nose, and his reaction made you melt. The baby had his eyes closed with a small smile that warmed your soul.
You went on singing, smiling softly at the look of the sleeping baby, even forgetting that Camilo went to his house a long time ago.
“Love was just a glance away,
a warm embracing dance away.”
You looked to the baby one more time seeing him sleeping. You wrapped the yellow blanket a little more around the infant, smiling like a fool.
More like Camilo, too. He couldn't interrupt this scene. This was the first time he heard you sing, even if he couldn't hear very well because of the distance. Regardless, it was just like he pictured. Perfectly beautiful.
Camilo left the corner where he had hidden himself walking in your direction.
"Camilo!" you exclaimed seeing the boy. You regretted it because of the baby, but fortunately, he was still sleeping.
“I didn't know you had such a good voice.” Camilo said smirking.
“It wasn't that big of a deal. I just didn't know how to calm the baby,” you told him, slightly embarrassed by what he had said.
“Well, it seems like you did know.” Camilo looked to the kid in your arms before looking at you with a comforting stare.
You saw a baby bottle in Camilo’s hand, he probably took a long time to find it.
“You've been missing for a long time, you know? That's why the baby didn't stop crying.” You sited down on the bench again, patting the place next to you, indicating Camilo to seat too.
“Well, actually the baby bottle wasn't hard to find because I helped my dad arrange Antonio’s things.” He explained while sitting beside you.
“I just took some time there in the corner,” He pointed to the spot “to listen to you.”
You felt awkward, you disliked singing in front of people. Well, except for your parents. You and them even sing together sometimes.
“I didn't sing that loud, Camilo.” you looked at him, you didn't sing that loud because you are surrounded by houses, and you would be terrified if someone heard you.
He avoided looking at you, a red tone appearing on his cheeks, and that made you laugh. How cute!
“Maybe I just stood there looking, you were so lovely while singing and wobbling the baby!” Camilo almost yelled, his voice breaking sometimes in the middle of the sentence.
He covered his face with his hands, resting his elbows on the legs, and sighed.
You looked to your left, still with the baby in your arms, but not looking at Camilo because of your face. You were red as pimento. And he was probably in the same situation.
You breathed in, looking at him after a few seconds. You snuggled the baby in your left arm and poked Camilo on his shoulder.
Still leaning on his body, he moved away one hand from his face, glancing at you.
“Maybe it's better to find his parents.” you let out, looking at the baby and Camilo. “The sun is disappearing.”
“Yeah, you're right.” He smiled softly. His eyes shrink always a little bit when he does that.
If you were made of ice cream, you probably wouldn't exist now. Every time that a smile appears on Camilo’s face, you melt. Your face starts hurting from smiling and from the blushing heat, and then something happens in your stomach, that it's like a nice pain.
His expressions are so adorable that sometimes you don't understand how you never said or did anything.
Phrases like “Omg how cute”, “Is this heaven?”, “Am I witnessing a visit of an angel?!”, “This must be a dream”, always fly across your mind, but your mouth doesn't move.
Letting those thoughts for later, you two stand up again and start walking in direction of the house of la família Gomez. The baby's parents.
Camilo and you didn't talk for a while until Señora Gomez appeared walking on the street, probably searching for you both, and immediately coming in your direction.
“Gabriel!” she says before carefully taking the baby from your arms, trying to not wake him up. “Grácias niños!”
“No hay de qué, señora Gomez. He's a sweet baby!” you told her.
“Yes, he is.” Camilo noted.
A beaming smile appeared on señora Gomes's face. Therefore, she leaves you and Camilo alone for the first time in the day.
You two decided to walk a little bit more around the village, and for the rest of your walk, Camilo tried to persuade you to go to dinner at his house.
The excitement that fills you when he says this type of thing is tremendous, and sometimes you even consider going along with it. But you're kind of intimidated by his family. They all have powers and are essential for the town, it's impressive.
The amazing Madrigal’s are amazing, just like the name indicates, but you're not sure if you want to dine with them. You're afraid that they wont like you. Even without knowing them first.
“Y/n, please! They would love you!”
“I don't know, Milo.”
“C’mon, princesa. I'm going to be next to you all the time!...”
You thought about it just for a little while.
“Ok, then Camilo.”
“Yes!” he shouted, raising his arms before grabbing delicately your left wrist.
“But I have to ask my parents first!” You couldn't even finish your sentence before being dragged by Camilo, running together through people and houses, in direction of Casita.
Note: I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did while writing it, and that someone out there at least thinks “mhm, not bad...” 👺 And I'm forcing myself to apologize for the song, but I would totally use it to try to make a baby sleep 😀 I just didn't remembered any lullaby and I tried to search for one but, they were too short?? Whatever, what I wanted to say is, I hope you enjoyed it and had fun :))
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caramellahoney · 10 months ago
Omg hi!!! I saw your other works and I fell in love with your content, keep it up!! If it is okay, can I request headcanons of Camilo seeing his female S/O get along with his parents and siblings? I just think the thought of him seeing his S/O spending time with Pepa, goofing off with Félix, gossiping with Dolores or spoiling Antonio sounds adorable 🥺 I bet he would love to see his S/O blending in really well with the family! Thank you so much!!
"future daughter-in-law"
pairings: Camilo Madrigal x fem! Reader
genre: pure fluff
warning/s: age up! both you and Camilo are 18. small mention of needles
a/n: enjoy! ^^ thank you so much btw <33
“This night has to be perfect and it's not perfect! Camilo’s girlfriend is coming over and we have to make this right. What if I accidentally make it rain and she gets mad, she’ll leave Camilo and there won’t be a wedding or grandkids or-or-”
“Mami- It's okay. Deep breath in, deep breath out.” Camilo held his mother in place, rubbing her arms in an attempt to calm her down. Don’t get me wrong, he was happy that his mama cared a lot about making sure his amor would have a great time but if he didn’t stop her emotional breakdown then Pepa would most likely have cause a hurricane.
At this point, she’s already met her son’s lover, and although Pepa was suspicious and a bit snappy towards her at first, she ended up absolutely adoring the girl.
In her eyes, Y/N was already like her own child. Pepa was positively 100% sure Y/N and Camilo’s wedding would be beautiful. That’s why tonight had to go absolutely perfect, this was going to be the girl's first dinner with the Madrigals. Considering how horrific the last family dinner with Isabella and Mariano went- how could she not be worried?
"Clear skies, clear skies..” Pepa muttered to herself, feeling the hesitation in her chest soften. Camilo guided her to the living room so she could sit down. He quickly handed her a cup of tea and Pepa took a sip of the warm drink, the dark cloud above her head finally clearing away.
“Camilo! Your girlfriend is here!” Isabella mused, dragging Y/N along with her. Camilo turned his head and swore his heart rate picked up when he caught sight of her. She wore a long yellow cotton skirt, the one that he gifted to her on her birthday. She paired the skirt with an embroidered white top and a yellow shawl.
"Look, she's even color coordinated with you." Isabella waved her hand around as yellow sunflowers started to weave themselves into the girl’s hair. Pepa gasped softly, tears brimming in her eyes. A small cloud starting to form above the woman’s head as she walked towards Y/N.
“Look at you! So beautiful...” Pepa sniffled and smiled gingerly, hands reaching out to caress the girl’s face. Felix chuckled and stepped forward, shoo-ing the cloud above his wife's head away. He pulled out an umbrella from god knows where- and jokingly held it above Y/N, making the girl laugh.
“Pepi! Amore, you’re gonna get our future-daughter-in-law wet!” Felix teased, sending Camilo a suggestive look. Camilo groaned and acted like Felix was embarrassing him, in reality- he felt his heart melt seeing the scene in front of him. He was truly glad that his papa and mama liked you, especially his mami. (momma's boy-)
Y/N just laughed and flushed at the teasing, rubbing her hands awkwardly. By no means was she uncomfortable, it was endearing to see that they’ve already accepted her into the family so fast.
Out of nowhere, she felt a small tug on her skirt making her jump. Looking down, she sighed in relief seeing it was just Antonio.
"You look perfect! " Antonio giggled, reaching his arms out to hug her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his small frame, hugging him tightly against her chest. The girl placed two big kisses on his cheek as a thank you.
“Oh what? He gets one but I don’t?” Camilo pouted, half-joking and half-serious. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards him, Antonio still in her arms. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned forward to give him a smooch. Antonio jerked his head away, ‘yuck’-ing at the mushy show of affection.
“Is that enough, loverboy?” Y/N questioned, raising her brow at him. Camilo hummed and sent her a cheeky grin.
“Oh I don’t know..maybe one more? two more? or a hundred-”
“Enough of the romance! Come! It is time for dinner!” Abuela shouted from the kitchen, a bowl of soup in her hands. Camilo frowned, wanting more affection but Y/N quickly placed Antonio down and rushed to Abuela’s side.
Offering to help, she gently took the bowl from the elderly woman’s hands. ‘Considerate as always’ Camilo smiled to himself, his gaze following you as you chatted with his Abuela.
“You’re staring again, Camilo.” Antonio muttered, glancing at his big brother then Y/N. Camilo playfully rolled his eyes and started pushing the boy to the dining area.
“I know Antonio-let’s just go eat dinner now.” Both boys walked to the dining table and took a seat. Camilo sat beside Y/N, his hands quickly interlocking with hers under the table. He noticed her nervous expression and squeezed her hand for encouragement. That smile quickly dropped when he noticed Dolores quickly rushing to fill the empty seat beside Y/N. Camilo narrowed his eyes at his sister's ‘innocent’ expression, deep down in his gut- he knew she was planning something. Before he could question her about it though, Alma had already gotten up from her seat and called for everybody’s attention.
“It is a great pleasure to have Y/N here with us.” Alma started, she walked over to where Y/N was seated and brushed through the girl’s hair. “Now that Y/N and Camilo are of age, I do hope that soon enough you two will bring a new generation of wonderful kids to the family.” Y/N squeaked and flushed red, laughing. Camilo choked on his water, now coughing as he started to shift involuntarily. Alma chuckled and returned to her seat.
“Alright! Let us eat!” As soon as those words left Abuela’s mouth, everyone started to dig in. Light chatter filled the room as the family ate their dinner peacefully.
“Cami, slow down and don’t talk with your mouth full.” Y/N furrowed her brows and lightly slapped Camilo’s shoulder. Y/n snickered when he looked at her, her boyfriend looked like a chipmunk with how stuffed his cheeks were. Camilo just shrugged and only continued to stuff more food into his mouth.
“I’m soffwy mhi vhhidha bhut the fwhood ish too ghood.”
I’m sorry mi vida but the food is too good.
Dolores watched the young couple beside her with an amused expression. ‘Y/N’s already acting like his wife’ she thought to herself, grinning. Watching Camilo carefully, she made sure he was distracted before pulling Y/N to her side. She cupped her hands together and whispered into the girl’s ear.
“You know before you were dating, Camilo would ask me all sorts of things about ‘girl stuff’ and begged me to tell him what your interests were. This one time he was pleading with Isabella to help him grow flowers, she could’ve just easily formed them herself but Camilo claimed that he wanted to grow them on his own.” Y/N giggled quietly as Dolores started to spill all the juicy details about her brother. Y/N recalled that moment when he showed up at her house one day, a flower pot in hand which held a beautiful bloom of her favorite flowers. To this very day, it still sat on her bedroom table-growing beautifully.
“Oh! I’ll never forget the time when he begged Mirabel to help him sew. That skirt you’re wearing right now was made by him right?” Dolores questioned and Y/N quickly nodded her head. “Exactly-Oh dios mio, you should’ve seen all the needle pricks he got on his fingers! He spent days making it for you and-”
“What are you two talking about-” Camilo whispered, pursing his lip and leaning in closer to the two women. Dolores squeaked and quickly pulled away from Y/N, ignoring Camilo’s stare. Y/N chuckled and pushed Camilo back to his seat.
“Oh you know-just girl stuff.”
A fuzzy feeling still emanated in her chest after hearing all the sweet things he’d done for her. As a thank you, she pressed a light kiss on his cheek and Camilo instantly brightened up. He had no idea what was going on but he liked it.
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domxmarvel · 10 months ago
Encanto preferences- leaving them secret notes
How about Encanto preferences with a shy fem S/O who has a crush but would leave flowers with notes of admiration.
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Seeing Bruno again after casita was rebuilt brought back a ton of memories. Specifically of the notes you use to leave for him,you'd always leave little notes and flowers for him especially if one of the villagers was being mean to him. He never found out it was you and you kept bringing flowers up to his room whenever you missed him. His whole cave was filled with flowers because you were heartbroken when he left,you spent every day thinking of how you'd tell him how you felt the second you saw him again. But now that he was standing in front of you,you fell speechless as if your voice disappeared. So you just ran up and hugged him instead,he hesitated for a moment before hugging you back. You wanted to be alone with him when you told him,not wanting to confess in front of everyone. You were about to ask him if you could speak to him alone,but he leaned down and simply whispered.
“I know it was you”
“I saw you bringing flowers to my room” You didn’t say anything,not knowing how to respond. “I missed you too”
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“I’m gonna find out who’s sending the flowers and notes”
“And how do you plan on doing that,detective Camilo?” You teased,he handed you a piece of paper.
“I already have a list of suspects” 
“Camilo,that’s almost every girl in town” Of course he’d think like that,but you were slightly offended that your name wasn’t there. Did he not want it to be you? Still you helped him with his investigation,you went through half the list on the first day. He tried to see if their handwriting was the same as the notes,but they weren’t even close. The next day you came back.
“Y/N there you are, let's go” He immediately tried to pull you out of the house.
“Wait I need to use the bathroom” You lied but he let you go. You snuck into his room,leaving a new note for him that simply said ‘Good luck,detective’ You made your way down the stairs and nearly bumped into Camilo. 
“I just need to grab something from my room,I’ll meet you at the door” Seconds later he ran down the stairs with the new note. “Y/N! They know!”
Another unsuccessful day,Camilo had gone through the whole list. You kept sending notes,he didn’t even seem to suspect you. You tried to be a bit more obvious but he still didn’t get it.
“I’m never gonna find them!”
“Camilo,you’re a terrible detective. A good one is suspicious of everyone,and you of all people should know that the best place to hide is in plain sight” 
“You’re right,Y/N! It’s probably one of my family members playing a prank on me” 
“What if it’s not?” You kept trying to hint that it’s you but he still didn’t get it. 
“How do you know that?” You were completely done at this point. “It’s definitely one of them,Y/N. If it’s not, then who?”
“Me!” He finally realized,but only after you shouted. “I’m the one leaving the notes and flowers! And you didn’t even think that it could be me? Maybe you didn’t want it to be me”
“Y/N!” You were already on your way out with Camilo running behind you,and Casita trying to block your way. “Y/N,Please wait”
“Why? So you can tell me how much you wish it was anyone but me”
“Y/N” He ran up and stopped in front of you. “I always wanted it to be you!” He yelled out. “I just didn’t wanna lose you,I was scared you’d think I’m weird for wanting it to be my best friend”
“Camilo,you’re still a terrible detective” You both laughed as he pulled you into a hug.
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The whole town loved Isabela,so when she found the notes she didn’t think much of it. In fact she threw them all away,probably thinking it was from multiple people. It broke your heart but you understood her point of view,she didn’t know who sent them and she probably didn’t like the mystery,or care enough to solve it. You decided to write one final note,more of a letter actually telling her about your feelings. You left it in her room while she was out,later that night you were in your room reading when your mom called you. 
"Y/N there's someone here to see you" You knew immediately who it was,you led her up to your room. 
"Why didn't you say anything? Instead of leaving notes"
"I couldn't,I tried so many times but it was way easier to just write. Whenever I spoke I just couldn't find the right words,but about the letter I left you. It's all true every single word" 
"Y/N I love you too,but I didn't say anything because I was scared that it wasn't you"
"You wanted it to be me?"
"I got a lot of notes,but they never sounded so genuine as yours. I could feel your emotions while I was reading them" She pulled out a stack of notes,tied together with a purple ribbon. 
"You kept them?" 
"Of course I did,and I plan on keeping the new ones too"
"New ones?"
"You're gonna keep writing them,right? You're not gonna stop just because you're dating me now"
"You really want to be with me?" She kissed you before you could say anything else. "I'm going to need a lot more paper"
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You always left little notes for Luisa,telling her to take care of herself and not push herself too far. Sometimes you'd tell her how good she looks,how her eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun. Once in a while you'd leave flowers and she'd wear them in her hair for that day. You were just sitting in the living room writing a couple of new notes,when there was a knock at the door. You quickly got up to answer it since your parents were out. Opening the door,you were face to face with Luisa. 
"Hi," You said,very awkwardly.
"Hey Y/N,I'm just here to drop off the flower pots that your mother asked for" She did tell you about them but you completely forgot. 
"Sure,you can just put them in the backyard" Opening the door more,you gesture to the back door. Thankfully there were only three flower pots,she set down the third one as you remember the notes and rushed back in to hide them. When you stepped out again you found Luisa looking at some of the flowers,she had one in her hair that you didn't notice before. She picked up a new one,comparing it to the one in her hair. Standing up,she turned to face you.
"It's you,you're the one leaving the notes" You just nodded and immediately she hugged you. "Thank you" She kissed your cheek before finally letting you down. "I have more chores,but I'll be waiting for a new note tomorrow" You both laughed.
"Luisa,wait" You grabbed a new flower and walked over to her,she knelt down to let you put the flower in her hair. Putting your hands on her cheeks you pulled her into a kiss. 
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You always tried to make her feel a bit better with your notes,since she was the only one without a gift. But you focused on the good in that,telling her that people see her for who she really is and not just how they can use her. She constantly said that she's fine but you could tell that she was lying. The day before Antonio's gift ceremony you wrote her a letter,trying to comfort her since that night would bring a lot of emotions. You left the letter in her room and she found it almost immediately,you wanted to wait a bit before going up to talk to her. 
"Y/N,could you please go get Mirabel. It's dinner time,you're free to join us if you want"
"Thank you" You quickly went up to get Mirabel,gently knocking before you opened the door. You saw her sitting on the floor of her room with your letter in her hand as she cried,she didn't bother to pretend that she wasn't. You sat down beside her and she immediately moved closer to you,letting you wrap your arms around her. It took some time before she completely calmed down,you kept rubbing her back as she put her head on your shoulder. 
"Y/N" You responded with a hmm "thank you for the notes"
"You knew it was me?"
"Nope,but I just found out"
"You sneaky little fox" She laughed "but I really did mean all of it,you're still special in a different way. Also we should get downstairs it's time for dinner"
"Y/N will you be here tomorrow?"
"Of course,I'm not gonna let you face that alone"
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dos-oroguitas · 10 months ago
two by two headcanons
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what i've envisioned our reader to look like but you're still free to insert and customize your looks !
masterlist !! read here -> two by two (platonic! twin! camilo madrigal)
pre two by two timeline
🐾 You were born a whole 15 minutes after Camilo did and he wouldn’t make you forget that.
🐾 Normally you wouldn’t mind but he makes this fact known almost everyday.
🐾 “I’m older so I get seconds first.”
🐾“I’m older so you listen to what I say.”
🐾 Despite being ‘older’ he wasn’t as mature as he thought himself to be.
🐾 "You're so bad, I want to give you a zero. But mami says that's mean so I'll give you a one." Probably you.
🐾 Though you try to be nice. So you just went along with it. You probably singlehandedly boosted this boy's ego.
🐾 You had cute nicknames for one another. Pain in the ass no. 1 and Pain in the ass no. 2. Though for endearing talks, you'd always either call him 'Cami' or 'Milo'.
🐾 Your parents doted on the both of you. While your Abuela Alma remained indifferent. She loved you still of course but..
🐾 You had resembled Pedro in a way. With the same smile and the same liveliness. And for that looking at you was painful.
🐾 You grew up side by side one another, and he grew protective and caring just like an older brother would.
🐾 Between the two of you, you were more sensitive than he was so each and after prank or joke he made, he made sure to apologize if he knew he took it too far.
🐾 You two would often stay up in the nursery with Mirabel, talking about what gifts you three would have when you’d come of age.
🐾 At your gift ceremony you held his hand whilst you two made you way upstairs to acquire your miracle. He had the power to shift into people while you had the power to shift into animals.
🐾 While you also gained attention from the townspeople, it wasn't as much as your older brother did.
🐾 And you hated how it made you resent your gift.
🐾 Abuela Alma put you to work, entertaining the children often with a limited list of animals you can turn to.
🐾 Nothing wild. Nothing scary. Nothing ugly in her eyes.
🐾 While your brother could do whatever he wanted. And often you'd stare, in many of your 'beautiful' animal forms, watching as your brother 'wowed and entertained the crowd.
🐾 Although you'd never say anything about it.
🐾 Both of your ruanas had the same yellows and although Camilo's had chameleons on it, you had animal tracks on your own, specifically paws.
🐾 Your miracle were especially liked by the children and you thrived in the attention you've been given just like your brother did.
🐾 Though you never did get to play with anyone. They would only admire and stare at your animal forms from afar.
🐾 You were like an object for show.
🐾 The attention you craved would be especially given attention by your older cousin, Isabela, who like you, was trapped on a pedestal.
🐾 You tell her everything. Your fears, your insecurities.
🐾 Camilo would grow jealous of your closeness. You two were siblings, you were supposed to tell him everything! Didn't you trust him?
🐾 A confrontation would occur.
🐾 "If Isabela is so good then maybe you should be her little sister instead! I wouldn't want a stupid sister like you anyway!"
🐾 "I wouldn't miss you even if you did go to Isa!"
🐾 None of what he said was true. It was mostly just him being angry and envying Isabela and yours' relationship.
🐾 He expected tears. And you gave him that. Though they weren't of sadness, rather, it was anger. Your shoulders trembled. You can't even find the words.
🐾 He didn't expect your fist to quickly rise and make contact with his nose too.
🐾 You were panting as you straddled him, delivering blow after blow as he shifted to different people whilst shielding himself with his arms from your kinda weak blows.. but he didn't tell you that.
🐾 "Te Odio! I hate you so much, Camilo!"
🐾 His eyes were wide at the use of his full name. You never called him that unless you really meant something.
🐾 He watched as Pepa and Felix held you back with you shifting to different animals, growling at him.
🐾 Eventually the commotion would be heard by Alma who quickly reprimands you for hitting your brother. And try as you explain, you were quickly shut down.
🐾 Having enough, you thrash in your parents' grasp, successfully getting out of their hold and running out of Casita.
🐾 Stupid. Stupid Camilo. Stupid Abuela.
🐾 You didn't listen as they called out for you to come back.
🐾 You would run far enough, into the thick forests just at the foot of the mountains that kept the outside world from Encanto.
🐾 You huddled under a tree, sobbing. You couldn't possibly say the things you said to Isabela to your own brother. You thought he wouldn't understand.
🐾 As your sobs died down, you were faced with the cold night and the spooky sounds of the forest you were in.
🐾 Though you wanted to return home, you didn't have the best sense of direction.
🐾 Every twist and turn confused you. You tried to track down the scent but you were getting overwhelmed.
🐾 As more time passed by, you decided that you were going to die there. Cold and alone.
🐾 Quite pessimistic but you saw no other option.
🐾 You huddled up in a tree's large overgrown roots, convinced that no one would look for you.
🐾 They had Camilo. They had your happy older brother. And as you pulled your knees to your chest, you resigned yourself to that fate.
🐾 Then you heard your name being called and frantic footsteps. You quirked a brow, watching as a lantern suddenly came to view. You peered out to see who it was, seeing your brother with a frightened expression on his face.
🐾 "Hermana, lo siento.. I didn't mean what I said!" Camilo's voice was gruff and it was most likely because apart from shouting your name, he was shouting his apologies over and over again.
🐾 "You can punch me again if you want! Just.. just come back.."
🐾 You would look at him before sniffling and crawling out of your hiding spot.
🐾 "You're an ugly crier."
🐾 He didn't even care that you had called him ugly as he quickly turned to you and engulfed you into a hug.
🐾 You melt in the warm embrace. "I thought you'd forgotten about me.." You admit quietly and Camilo would only shake his head.
🐾 "No matter where you are, hermana, even if you were on the opposite side of the world, I’ll always come and find you." With that you had smiled.
🐾 "Lo siento, hermana, you're the best little sister anyone could ask for.. I didn't mean what I said, I was just so mad that you and Isabela seemed more closer than you and I.. I'm sorry I made you cry. I promise not to be so mean anym.."
🐾 He rambles on, only stopping when your head had rested against his chest. You had fallen asleep in his arms. He had sighed. His speech long forgotten now as he adjusted you in his arms and carried you home.
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wwillowtrees · 10 months ago
Stop waiting for a fairytale to take you away, don’t wait for someday.
camilo madrigal x fem reader | fluff, confessions | sorry to all my gn readers, i’ll make it up to you all soon! this idea has probably been done before, but author is a simp and they could care less d( ・ω´・+)
i recommend on listening to the song to get context :D
as always, non-beta read, we die like pedro madrigal.
Camilo quietly stared at the saplings, head tucked between his knees as he observed the plant in silence. The boy reaches out to gently touch the newly grown leaves, fascinated by its soft yet oddly rough texture.
The shapeshifter blinked in confusion as a looming shadow blocked his prize possession from its much-needed sunlight.
“It’s going to burn into a crisp if you don’t bring it inside.” Isabella scoffed, leaning down to take the pot that served as a home for the growing flowers, blatantly ignoring her cousin’s protests.
“Ai callate-!” He yelps when he feels a vine smack his left shoulder. He turns to glare at the vicious plant while it simply slithered away.
He huffed, rubbing his shoulder as he moved his eyes to watch his oldest cousin placing the saplings on the ground. The woman smiled upon the magical house known as casita, who happily moved the flower pot to a nearby window sill.
“Carnations need 4 to 6 hours of sunlight, not a whole cook-out.” Isabella states, moving her hand in a circular motion as flowers began to bloom around Camilo.
“How did you know-“ Isabella sent him a dead stare, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Camilo mentally slapped himself for his idiocy.
“Oh, cierto, your gift.” The boy murmured, picking a flower off the ground in pure curiosity. He twirled it around with his calloused fingers as he inspected it.
“These are new, what do they mean?” Camilo asks, holding it out to Isabella. He tilts his head in confusion as the woman in question stifles a laugh.
“Those are Geraniums, they mean stupidity.”
Isabella cackled in response, hunching down at the sound of Camilo’s annoyed grumbles.
“Espera, it’s my turn to ask the questions!” She wheezed out, straightening her back as she flipped her hair to the side.
“I don’t want to hear another word.” Camilo muttered, throwing the flower at his cousin.
“Oh please, you tease me all the time.” The woman rolled her eyes at his antics, watching Camilo stand up from his spot “Now, mind telling me who you’re confessing to?”
Camilo coughed, pounding a fist on his chest as he nervously chuckled.
“I don’t know what you mean-“
“You and I both know what I mean mi primo.” Isabella retaliated, pointing to the saplings that gently swayed with the summer breeze. Look closely enough, and one will see a red bud beginning to bloom right before them.
Red Carnations, they symbolized pure love and affection.
“Well, it’s none of your business.” Camilo sassed, walking past his cousin. However, before he could enter the door, a hand on his chest makes him pause in his tracks.
“Don’t be a fool, tell her you think she’s cool.” Isabella interrupted, slightly turning her head towards the younger.
“This girl is clearly different if you aren’t even asking me to grow these flowers for you.” Isabella muttered, letting her hand fall to her side. He stayed silent, listening intently as Isabella placed a hand on her hip.
“Don’t be afraid, dreams aren’t found Camilo, or even foretold by tío Bruno,” She told, staring off to the sun that nestled behind the white clouds.
“They’re made.” Camilo’s breath hitched at her words.
“You’ve only got one chance kid, make it worth while.” She pats him on the shoulder before heading off to where she heard her mother call her name.
Curse his prima.
“Watch out!” The shapeshifter shouted, turning into a small child to dodge the townsfolk in his path.
He frantically looked down to see the saplings still intact, the plants bouncing up and down due to the speed he was going at.
Sighing in relief, the teenager continued to march his way through the crowd, eyes wide for a certain girl.
“Camilo?” There it was, your melodic voice. He skidded in his tracks, shapeshifting back into himself before he turned to you.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Camilo exclaimed, his voice exasperated from all the running.
“I could tell.” You teased, smiling at him lovingly. Camilo chuckled nervously, fixing his posture.
Was his heart racing due to the running? Or was it because of your presence, he wasn’t so sure. Whatever the reason is, he feels like he could run for miles with how much energy your smile gave him.
“What’s that?” You pointedly ask, eyes on the flower pot he was holding. He bit his bottom lip, swiftly moving the pot behind him.
“I’ll get to that, but first let’s go somewhere private, hm?”
He watched as you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion, growing anxious at the fact you might say no. Though his worries were washed away like a tidal wave as you nodded your head slowly.
“I just might know a place.”
You’ve only got one chance.
Camilo took a deep breath as he followed you out of town. The boy looked around, enthralled by the natural beauty around him.
“We’re almost there!” You shout, jumping over the jagged rocks that crossed your path.
His gaze landed back on you, the grip on his pot tightening.
He really was about to do this wasn’t he? You two have been friends for nearly 2 years now, and within that span of time he fell for you deep.
He was cautious at first, all the meaningless winks and flirty remarks he shared with other girls were pointless when it came to you.
Every time he shared a laugh with you, every time you held his hand, every time you said his name with so much happiness laced in your tone, made his heart flutter each time.
Hell, even by just hearing your name in a conversation is able to make him smile wide.
He couldn’t help but gravitate towards you, something about your presence made it so addictive that he wanted a taste each time he hung out with you.
And when he saw you, giving him a hand-made chameleon plush with a shy smile on his 14th birthday, he just knew he couldn’t live without you by his side.
You were the sunshine that gave the light to his sunflower. He sighed, looking down at his still-growing Carnations.
Dios mio, he was absolutely hopeless.
“Anddd, this is our stop.”
He looked up to see where he was, eyes widening when he realized this was the same place where you took him to on his birthday.
He looked around for a bit, reminiscing the times when the two of you would run around the grassy fields till the day sets.
Laying on one the many flower patches that covered the area as you told stories to one another, still full of energy even after all the running and chasing.
“I’m guessing you still remember?” You say, eyes still on the enchanting environment around the two of you.
He scoffed, almost offended at your sentence.
“How could I ever forget?”
You hummed, standing on the soles of your feet. You turn to face him, nudging your head to the pot he held.
“Mind explaining what you got there parcero?”
This was it.
“Yeah.” Camilo said, shaking his sandals to get the nerves off his body.
“Princesa, there’s been something I’ve been meaning the tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow, puckering up your lips as a sign for him to continue.
“I like you, and not in a way that friends do.” Camilo said, his shoulders tensing at the words he plans to say next.
“Ever since I’ve met you I’ve been enchanted by your beauty, your energy, your- well everything!” He cringed slightly, hating how he stumbled on his own words.
“And- I know most guys would probably give out a bouquet right about now, and I should’ve prepared better to be honest with you.” He chuckled, holding out the flower pot to you.
“But if you’re willing, do you want to you take care of these flowers until they fully bloom with me?”
You’ve only got one chance.
You stood there, mouth agape in shock as you look down at the saplings that stare happily back at you.
“Are these Carnations?”
“Sí, red ones at that! They symbolize love and-“ He closes his mouth quick when he noticed you moving to go grab the pot out of his grasp.
He looks at you anxiously, waiting for your response. He freezes at the sight of tears brimming around the rim of your wrinkled eyes due to the wide smile you wore.
You sniffled, giggling slightly as you caressed the clay pot with your thumb, holding it with so much gentleness as if it would break within the moment it touches your hand.
“I’d love to take care of these flowers with you Camilo.”
“Really?!” His eyes lit up in excitement, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You nod enthusiastically at him.
Holy sh-
“Oh! One second.”
He turns around, pumping his fists in the air as he celebrated his small victory, screaming at the top of his lungs. You bark out a laugh, clutching the pot in you hands as you shook your head in amusement.
He swiftly faces you once more, eyes glimmering in excitement.
“May I mi sol?”
You scoffed, gripping his collar with one hand and pulling him in.
“Do you even need to ask mi girasol?” You teased, leaning in slightly.
Kiss her you fool.
A bud of a red Carnation sprouted that day.
girasol means sunflower- or so that’s what i’ve learned from my untrustworthy partner: google translate ;)
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