I need to see more of camilo flirting with either gender
(I love your writing btw💕)
You guys just want some Camilo flirting? Alright, alright, I hear you.
(Note, flirting is the best you will get with Camilo. Why? Because he's sixteen, leave him alone. No Camilo smut in this house. Also, thank you ❤️)
Camilo sighed as he left the Sanchez's house. He was STARVED after a full day of babysitting (apparently leaving snacks for the sitter wasn't a fucking thing), but he knew dinner wouldn't be ready for a while. He had to get his hands on some grub, without any cash. A challenge, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He made his way through the market, and looked for just the target.
And there she was. The cutest lady, making that 'takoyaki' stuff he honestly loved. She was new. And he would know, he came here pretty much everyday. Usually it was a bitter old man. This was MUCH better. He waited till the line thinned down, before he leaned against the counter, nodding at her.
"Hey. You're not Mr.Nakamura."
She looked up as she cleaned her utensils. She had pretty little eyes too.
"Oh no, that's my uncle. I'm Emi. He isn't feeling well today, so I took over. And you must be Camilo."
"Ah, he talks about me. Knew that old man cared."
She scoffed.
"He said you eat too much, and you never have money."
"Okay, ouch. That's ONE way to treat a valuable customer. Take it there's no way I can talk you into giving me a bit of a freebie."
"No. He warned me that you'd try to trick me into serving you. Not gonna happen."
She was about to replace the napkins on the counter, when he held onto both of her hands, and met her eyes.
"Look, Emi. Have a heart here. I get you, I do. Helping out the family, yet still figuring yourself out. But have a little pity on a poor boy. At least don't kick a guy out. That way I can get just one more second to look at those pretty little lips of yours~"
He had her, he could see it from the blush on her face. She mumbled something under her breath.
"If I serve you, will you leave?"
"You're a saint, Emi. From your head, down to the tips of your pretty little fingers~"
He kissed the tip of her index finger, only to have her pull it back quickly. Poor thing looked as red as a tomato. She bitched and moaned as she cooked, all while he gave her lovey dovey eyes. She finished, practically shoving the basket of goodies into his grip. Too easy. He gave a nod of thanks, before shooting her a wink.
"I'll keep this between us, bella dama~"
He turned to leave, before tucking in. Only thing better than food, was free food. He finished it pretty quickly, but felt thirsty. He could go with some lemonade. He immediately strolled to the lemonade stand, where Hapi and his parents worked. This guy's parents HATED him, thinking he was just a menace. But their son, Hapi, a cute blonde boy, had the FATTEST crush on him. He always checked him out when he could, and he was SO easy to fluster.
And the best part? He didn’t need his gift to get what he wanted from him. He snuck past the counter, and to the back, where Hapi was, adding sugar to a giant tub pf lemon juice. He slowly crept up behind him, made himself just a bit taller, and whispered in his ear.
"Hola azúcar~"
The poor guy jumped, nearly dropping all the sugar on the floor.
"SHIT-Camilo! Hey! How come you're in here?"
"I wanted a drink. You weren't up front. So I came to get my Hapi boy myself~"
He liked it when he said his name, he could tell from how he looked at his lips.
"C-camilo, I can't keep just GIVING you drinks. My parents got mad last time, I can't-"
"And that's why it's our little secret! Come on. Don't tell me you aren't a little excited. Me, back here, where I shouldn't be,"
Hapi was bigger than him, but he still took steps back as Camilo approached him, right till his back hit the wall. He hooked a finger into his apron, and yanked him till their foreheads were touching.
"You and me, all alone. Your back against the wall. We both know how this is gonna end."
"Camilo p-please-"
The distance was so little between them, Camilo wouldn't be surprised if the dude was popping the biggest boner.
"You're gonna give me what I want. Now come on. Who's a good boy? Quien es mi buen chico?~"
He whimpered, and nodded.
"I'm...y-you're good boy. Okay, fine, but we just. Gotta be quick."
Too easy. Camilo clicked his tongue, and gave his cheek a little pinch.
"I can do a quicky, blondie~"
He let go of him, and he got to work, serving him the biggest side of lemonade, trying bot to shake as Camilo watched him.
"Oh and throw in a few chocolate cookies for mi mami. Since you're SUCH a nice guy."
He nodded obediently, and Camilo snatched the goodies before he could come to his senses.
"See you later, Hapi boy~"
He blew him a kiss before making his way back home. He made his way to the living room, where his mami was, doing Antonio's hair.
"Camilo, Mi bebé! You're home early!"
"Si, I finished faster than I thought. I brought you chocolate chip cookies from that lemonade place."
She paused what she was doing, grabbing the bag, looking inside it, and squealing.
"Oh-I've been blessed with such a thoughtful son! Come here, besos!"
He leaned down for her, letting her assault him with kisses upon kisses. He could flirt from dusk till dawn, but he truly didn’t give a shit.
Not when he had his mami's kisses waiting for him at home.
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aventurine with a reader who is his handler. your primary job? risk analysis. you were an intelligentsia guild member-- once, before your talent for mental statistical computations were fully discovered. being quietly brilliant was much easier than being loudly so. where you could once toil away on private research on the ipc's dime, you now trail behind aventurine, attempting to mitigate all the damage that ripples around him.
(this is particularly difficult as aventurine is a man cursed with luck so good that it's a statistical anomaly. prediction is useless. calculations must be made on the fly and you must pray you are accurate, lest the strategic investment department end up in some amount of personal of fiscal debt themselves.)
aventurine had assured you initially that you didn't need to keep such a close eye on him. and at first, you'd believed him. he is one of the ten stonehearts, and well-regarded despite the rumors and brand on his neck. it's-- it's not your business anyway. to pry. you trust him.
and truthfully, he does keep a good handle on himself. he gets out of all of his gambles in one-- piece. sort of. he either skirts disaster with no room to spare or he takes on the disaster with his own two hands and grit and fucking wins.
and truthfully, if that was the only thing you had to analyze about aventurine, your job would be quite easy. he's lucky. he wins.
however-- there's just so much more to it than that. factors and variables that aren't affected by aventurine's uniquely good fortune. there always is. but what is and what isn't is hard to suss out. it-- it all constantly changes and hence you have to be in aventurine's shadow and hope that your mind is fast enough to deduce and calculate at the speed that aventurine cuts typical odds down to aventurine odds.
which is to say, that exhaustion follows in your shadow.
aventurine isn't a horrible boss. as much as you're his handler, he's yours. there's a semi-silent, mutual duty you both carry. aventurine makes sure you stay in his shadow, just out of sight and out of danger (so, he can position himself in front of any bullets, stray or otherwise. because they will never hit him.) and you make sure that he does not inadvertently cause a firestorm half a galaxy away.
it works. it's tenuous, most of the time. because aventurine thinks getting close to you is his greatest gamble (one cannot use luck to mend a broken heart). and because you recognize that, for all of your risk analysis and statistical understanding of the universe at large, at some point, you will be in aventurine's wake at the wrong time. and your luck, in conjunction to his endless luck, will run out.
it's a statistical inevitability.
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Fun little silly thought I had about the Lair Games and specifically Leo deliberately losing is all the reasons he could have for doing so.
My favorite headcanon for his main motivation is that Splinter wasn’t proud of him anymore.
I imagine that, in the beginning, winning the Lair Games was Leo’s opportunity to shine. He wasn’t artistic or the baby of the family like Mikey, wasn’t a tech genius who created amazing inventions like Donnie, wasn’t the eldest who was insanely strong and dependable like Raph. So he had to shine somewhere else- anywhere else- and what better way to get attention than to be a winner? A champion?
And then he won too much. And it wasn’t special anymore. He got too big headed, too cocky, he knew this was his element and he ran with it.
Splinter’s words of congratulations slowly petered out. Suddenly, there was no real reason to win.
Winning feels empty when the only one cheering you on is yourself.
So- Leo schemed. And he’s a great schemer, fooling his whole family (and Donnie did deserve a win- people were way happier when he won.)
He even gave up his prized possession! His room!
Though he knows his brothers probably think it’s a bad prize. A terrible one, even.
Leo doesn’t sleep much as is, though. So Dad’s snores were more comforting than anything. It was reassuring to hear him so clearly alive and close by.
Even if the distance between them was larger than Leo’d like.
He’d just have to find something else, something more to show his dad that Leo was someone to trust, to be proud of, to love.
He gets his chance soon after, when he needs to pull off a plan against Big Mama at his dad’s side. Leo can only hope this victory is one that has a lasting effect when his father looks at him with pride once more.
Victory, for Leo, is a pretty loaded term.
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