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madricat · 10 months
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prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers
y/n: “What an adorable baby! How old are they?” (pointing at camilo)
Carlos: “fifthteen.”
y/n: “Oh, they’re quite small for fithteen months-”
Carlos: “Years.”
y/n: “...Pardon?”
Carlos: “They’re fithteen years old.”
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the-faceless-bride · 1 year
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🎤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!"
*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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Luisa: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Luisa: Violently practices.
Antonio: Violently studies.
Isabela: Violently shoots pictures.
Camilo: Violently sleeps.
Mirabel: Violently boxes.
Carlos: Violently murders people.
Dolores: Violently worries about the previous statement.
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carlosfruitsnacks · 1 year
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You, excitedly: what are you guys bringing to Christmas dinner?
Carlos: my negative attitude
Camilo: and sparkling personality!
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gwenanandy · 2 months
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glendybluebird · 1 year
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Carlos & Armando's birthday💛🧡
Late upload! ✨ Chameleon Babies giving their papa a headache😆 Meanwhile, Abuelo Félix is reminiscing through Camilo's childhood🤣 with a glass of wine of course!
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theweirdartust · 9 months
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“I’m Carlos Madrigal.”
“But you, you can call me the Prowler.”
Based on @midnight-raven
spider-verse AU and ask
Thank you so much for liking my idea!! I love all your AUs 😭❤️
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sansxfuckyou · 1 year
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writergirl3 · 11 months
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(Apologies, my 4 Townie followers- this is a bit of a rogue post)
Okay so whenever I need to cheer myself up, I like to think of this hilarious (to me) scenario in my head…
And it involes Carlos being forced to play this song:
Let me set the scene…
So Abuela likes to get a local band in to play for the gatherings held at Casita, but one day, for whatever reason, one of the guitarists couldn’t make it.
In a moment of genius, she decided to tell Carlos to fill in. He’s the only Madrigal that can play guitar, and since he’s in her bad books (although when is he ever out of her bad books?), he had no choice.
So time skip to Carlos dressed in a yellow ruffled shirt and matching trousers (to coordinate with the other musicians), playing Gypsy Kings with the biggest, pissiest scowl on his face anyone has ever seen, while everyone else is dancing and having a great time.
Poor Carlos…but damn I would laugh…(and I think @madricat would too😂)
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anykindofbean · 2 years
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Flustered
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Carlos Madrigal x Reader: Flustered
Warnings: Just pure fluff and some smooches.
Genre: Fluff
More of my works if you’re interested: Masterlist
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“ Carlos?” Julieta walked into the kitchen where she saw her nephew sitting at the island.
His back was to her, So he turned his head around to meet her eyes. “ Hey Tia.” He spoke as he turned back towards his snack.
Julieta walked around the island so she was across from him. She tilted her head at him. “ Isn’t (Y/n) supposed to come over?”
Carlos nodded, Taking a bite of his mango.
“ Yeah, She’s just running late, Dolores told me so..” he mumbled, Sallowing the bite.
Julieta smiled with a sigh of relief, She was worried that this girl blew him off.
They have only been going out for a month, So Julieta still gets worried about it. It’s not often that Carlos finds a girl who actually likes him for him and not just for the title.
Well..It actually hasn’t been often at all, This is the first girl who actually makes Carlos happy.
“ You really like her, Huh?” Julieta crossed her arms over her chest, Smiling down at him.
Carlos just shifted his eyes up at her. Julieta has always been the person Carlos goes to to talk about things, So no wonder she’d ask him that.
“..Yeah..She’s nice.”
“ Just nice? Amor, I’ve seen you with her, You’re basically a different person with her.”
Carlos can’t help the little smile tugging at his lips. She’s right, She makes him feel like a different person, a better person.
“ You could say that..She’s so amazing Tia..” Carlos’s smile grew as he thought about her.
Julieta looked at Carlos lovingly as she saw the way his eyes lit up.
“ Like, Shes so pretty too. Her smile, Her eyes! Especially her eyes..Oh! And she’s great with animals.”
Julieta chuckled. “ I know important to you, Amor.”
Carlos laughed lightly as well. “ Yeah..”
Julieta’s eyes went over her nephew, Noticing something, Then Julieta smirked slightly.
“ So, What else do you like about her?”
Carlos’s smile grew at the question.
“ I like how much she cares..even the little things..like if get a bruise or cuts from figh-“
He saw the way Julieta’s eyebrow went up.
He then cleared his throat. “ From..falling..She’s always there to take care of me..And I know I don’t show much..emotional or physical attachment to her..But I really do like her, Tia.”
The boy looked absolutely love struck.
Julieta gave Carlos a head pat. “ I’m glad you found her, Amor.” Her eyes trailed up again.
“ You hear that (Y/n)? Carlos here is a real softy for you.”
Carlos shot up straight, Quickly turning around to meet your gaze.
You had the biggest yet mischievous smiles he had ever seen.
“ Oh yeah? Well that’s nice to know.” You walked forward, Giving Carlos a kiss on the cheek. He was too stunned to speak, And the feeling of being betrayed by his aunt didn’t help.
Julieta chuckled. “ I’ll leave you two be.” She made her way to leave the room. Once she did, Carlos looked you in the eye.
“..I didn’t mean any of that, Just so you know.” He gave you a cold glare, Trying to act tough.
But you can see through him like glass.
“ Really? So the comment about my eyes? You didn’t mean that?” You tilted your head.
Carlos felt his cheeks heat up.
“ Of course not..” He turned away.
You laughed, Leaning so you could give Carlos a kiss on the lips this time, And that definitely caught him off guard. His face was beet red by the time you pulled away.
“ One thing I like about you, Carlos. I like how you look when you’re flustered.” You winked, Smiling widely.
That’s it, You killed him.
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misspotato82 · 7 months
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Um something, something Camilo and Carlos
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madricat · 11 months
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Do I wanna know if you’re falling in love with me?
a Carlos x y/n fic loosely based on Do I Wanna Know and Falling In Love With You. This is my first fic ever written, so be prepared. Maybe some spelling errors.
Word count: 2269
inspo from here
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There he was. Once again. Just you and him. Together. It was all too good to be true…
“Carlos!!! Mijo, hurry. Time to wake up!”
Of course. Defeated, he decides to get out of bed. When he does, he realizes his hand is gripping on to something.
“Dios Mio”
It was the little bear he has had since he was a kid. A little maroon bear with buttons for eyes and his initials CM on its feet. Every time he dreams of you, the bear is held tight. 
Once he puts the bear down and gets ready for the day (obvi making his hair cover his eye), he heads downstairs for breakfast.
“ Hola Tia,” he said while walking into the kitchen. “Ay Carlos, that’s the fifth time you’ve slept in this week,” Julieta said while cleaning the kitchen. “I know” “Another dream?” his Tia questioned as he went over to pour himself a cup of juice. “Si,” he responded before taking a sip.
His tia was one of the people he trusted. She knows about his little crush. How lately he’s been waking up late cause of his dreams.
“Why don't you say something?” she peaked up. Carlos shrugged his shoulders while taking a bite of an empanada that was sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this is really good. Did you try a new filling?” he questioned with food in his mouth, so good he kept going for another bite.
“Si! y/n gave me the idea, actually.” Upon hearing our name, a blush instantly appeared on his face. Of course, it didn’t help for him to think that you were getting along with his tia, someone he loves very much. 
“Carlos? Que Pasa?” “nada,” he quickly denied anything. “Then what’s that color in your cheeks?” she says teasingly to the poor flustered boy. “I have to go now! Adios Tisa!” he said, quickly exiting the kitchen before it could get any worse. Watching the sight of her nephew leave in a fluster made her laugh to herself.
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In all fairness, Carlos really had nowhere to go. So he just decided to take a walk. Everywhere he passed, people were afraid. Oh, how he hated it. He hated it because he didn’t want you to as well. But according to his fears, he can't change how people see him, just like he can't shift the tide. It was something he couldn’t get rid of, like something in his teeth.
He was then snapped out of it when he heard a laugh. Not just anyone, though, yours. That damn laugh that made his knees weak. How he wanted to be the one to make you laugh, be right beside you and make you smile so big. 
“That sounds crazy y/n,” Mirable said in between laughs, “I wish I could go with you.”
“...go?” Carlos mumbled under his breath. No, you can't go. You just came a few months ago. You can't just leave after coming into his life. It would make him sad to see you go. He was sort of hoping you’d stay in this little town he calls home, even if it wasn’t your first home.
Ever since you came into town, something inside him hasn't been the same. Ever since the Encanto mountains broke, people have been coming in (ofc after Abuela approved). Carlos didn’t mind the new people as long as they didn't bother him. They were also new prank victims, so that was a plus. But he couldn't do that to you. It’s like whenever he tries, his body stops him. A feeling you can't fight. 
After learning about his defeat, he thought it was better to just go back home. The whole way back home, he dragged his feet and held his head low. Even when he arrived, Casita could see his mood and quietly opened its doors.
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As he trenched up the stairs and down the hall, he got stopped by a voice he knew all too well, almost like the little voice in the back of his head.
“Have you got the guts?” a hushed voice questioned. “ Que?” “When are you gonna tell them?” his sister kept questioning him. “Tell who what?” he kept denying. “Tell y/n that you are in love with them,” she finally said. “Love is a bit strong,” Carlos rebutted. “Dios Mio, you have no idea that you’re in deep,” she said dramatically; she couldn’t believe him. With this, Carlos gives Dolores a puzzled face. “You’re deeply head over heels for them,” she exclaimed. “You’re far from the truth,” he denied. “Then why did your heart start racing then,” she said with a little smirk, now seeing the color in his cheeks return.
Once he snapped back to it, his face turned upside down again. “ You overheard y/n and Mirabel, didn’t you?” With silence as her answer, she felt terrible for her Hermano.
After a while of no words exchanged, Carlos finally peaked up “...when do they leave?” “next week…you know-” “do I wanna know?” Carlos interrupts her. “Que?” she questioned, confused. “ Do I really wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?” he said, rolling his eyes in exaggeration and crossing his arms. “Talk to them then,” Dolores suggested. “When?” “Tonight,” she exclaimed before she started walking away. Then she stopped for a sec and turned her head towards him. “After all, the nights are mainly for saying what you can’t say tomorrow.” And with this, she continued walking away.
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Well, he was screwed. It was tonight. Now or never. After months of being in love having a crush, he was finally gonna confess. He was pacing around his room, stressing. He didn’t have a clue about what to do. NONE! As he defeatedly throws himself into his desk chair, he places his elbows on his desk and runs his hands through his hair (showing both his eyes).
Maybe he can come up with a plan! He grabs his notebook and pencil and starts writing ideas. Stargazing? No. Picnic? No. Tear after tear after tear. Each one ending up with a crumble, then being tossed. With agony, he bangs his head on the desk, clueless. When he turns his head, he catches a glance at his bookshelf. With the sunset peeking through his window, a ray of sun illuminated the books. A certain one caught his attention tho.
A brown leather-covered book with Spanish-styled details edged in gold. And on the cover, a heart with angel wings. “Of course!” The answer was in front of him all along. How could he be so stupid? Now all he needed was his guitar and a quick trip to the town square.
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His first step, get you to come. He transforms into a little red bird, and with his beak, he picks up a letter that he wrote.  As he started approaching your house, his nerves started to work up again. He was doing this. He was actually doing this. What if it didn't work? What if it was too stupid? What if he got rejected? What if you were already dating someone?! He was so busy questioning that he didn’t realize he had made it to your house and almost flew into it. But there he was, now flying right in front of your window. 
“Tap tap..tap..” Getting up from your desk, you go to see what could possibly be making that annoying noise. When you go to open your curtains, you’re shocked to see a little red bird with a letter in between its beak. You quickly open your window to let the little bird in and see what it wants. The moment you peek open your window, he swiftly flies in, drops the letter on your desk, and leaves. He was so quick that you didn’t have time to process it, let alone blink. With curiosity, you walk back to your desk to see a red letter written in black cursive,
Dear y/n:
Tonight, follow this bird. It will be waiting for you at 12 am.
See you then, Hermosa ❤️
“Her-Hermosa,” you say, surprised. The color in your cheeks was rising. You were over the moon, though!
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You made sure to eat your dinner faster tonight and get ready for bed quicker. Welllll, technically you weren’t going to bed, but your family didn’t know that. 
After checking yourself in the mirror for the 20th time, you checked the time and saw it was 11:55 pm. “Here goes nothing,” you say to yourself, preparing for whatever may happen soon. You quietly open your bedroom door, making sure you woke no one up. As you creep down the stairs and to the front door, you didn't know you had stopped breathing until you made it outside.
It was a bit cold, not gonna lie. Waiting there, tapping your foot, you checked your watch. “12:01”. “Where is this bird?” you mumbled under your breath. You were getting a bit impatient since it was getting colder by the minute, only making you want to go inside more. Just when you say this, the bird lands on your shoulder, startling you. Then, with little chirps, the bird started flying away. 
You start chasing after the bird as it begins to head farther from the town. You didn’t even realize you were running in the direction of the famous Madrigals house.
Running up a tiny hill nearby, you attempted to catch your breath once you reached the top. Hands on your knees, when you look up, you realize that you have lost the bird. “mierda,” you say breathlessly. 
Suddenly, you feel a pair of cold hands wrap around your eyes. “You didn’t lose me, Hermosa,” a low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, so close you could feel his breath tickle your skin. “Keep your eyes closed, trust me.”
Well, it was too late now if you were being kidnapped. So you did as you were told and kept them closed.
Carlos couldn’t believe he was doing this. While he slowly removed his hands from your eyes, he cautiously started walking in front of you. Once standing face to face with you, he couldn’t help but just freeze for a second. How bad he just wanted to grab your face and feel your lips collide with his. But he knew he couldn’t. So he gently grabbed your hands as he started walking backward, guiding you to a little clearing. 
Your mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Do I know that voice? Where is he taking me? Why did I agree to do this? Where even am I? All of a sudden, you felt him let go of your hands.
You stood there with your eyes still closed, patiently waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Then, out of nowhere, you start hearing a guitar strumming. Curiously, you peeked open your eyes. When you did, you were awestruck. 
“ Wise men say only fools rush in.”
Carlos sang while looking down at his guitar. Around him was a circle of candles. Dimly lit up, allowing you to only see a figure of the stranger.
“But I can't help falling in love with you.”
He sang while slowly approaching toward you.
“No, I can't help falling in love with you.”
He lastly sang while now standing right in front of you, looking you in the eye.
As you two stood there, you were shocked. Now finally, being able to place a face on the mysterious admirer, you couldn’t believe it. Did thee Carlos Madrigal just say in song he loved you? You couldn't even mutter a single word. 
“Look, y/n, I know we’ve barely known each other, but I’ve just been wondering lately if your heart's still open. Cause we can be together if you wanted to, regardless of whether you are gonna leave soon,” he rambled. He was so nervous, why weren't you saying anything?! He could barely even comprehend what he was even saying.
This was so much for you to process right now.
“I-i,” you tried to form words, but before you could even get them out, you were interrupted. “-Look, I get it if you don't want-” “Carlos!” you interrupted him. This shocked him and made him shut up. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too” “...really?” “yes, really,” you replied. He couldn’t believe it, you had just said you liked him back! His heart was now racing. Internally he was jumping up and down in joy.
“So we can be together then?” he said with excitement entangled in his tone. “Of course,” you answered. But then it hit him, “but aren’t you leaving soon? How would we make this work?” 
You were confused. You never told him anything about leaving; how would he-oh. “Ay, the chisme of this town,” you groaned under your breath while pinching the bridge of your nose.
Well, you couldn’t have confused the poor boy any more than he already was.
“ I only leave for two weeks, you know that, right?”
He didn’t respond; all he could think of was how stupid he was. Is that what Dolores was trying to tell him earlier? Is this what he gets when he doesn’t listen to people fully?
When he didn’t respond and just stood there with his mouth opened a little, you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Aww, pobrecito,” you said between giggles before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
With that, Carlos shut his mouth and regained his stiff posture.
Guess this feeling really did flow both ways after all ❤️…
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justzei · 2 years
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made carlos and camilo working at jollibee😭😭
(so like if you dont know jollibee is a famous fast food chain from the philippines)
didn't add a background cause i suck at drawing backgrounds😢😢
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Camilo: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.
Carlos: What club?
Y/n: The hating Carlos club.
Carlos: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!
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carlosfruitsnacks · 1 year
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Camilo: if somebody wants coal for Christmas, but they've been bad, does Santa give them a gift, or do they win either way?
You, facepalming: ugh. not this again.
Carlos, lowkey: hold on...he kinda has a point.
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gwenanandy · 4 months
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Drawing recreations
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