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cahmilo · 2 years

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Hii! You asked for request and luckily I've been in a requesty mood recently!

Ok so, I had this cute idea for a Camilo x Reader where the reader likes to draw a lot & is rlly good at it and Camilo finds it like rlly cool and so they teach him how to draw better

I just thought this idea was suepr cute! The reader would preferably be fem but you can also do gender neutral if u want! This could be headcannons or a oneshot or whatever you like really :D

Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist

pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

tags: headcannons, fluff

@ ask: this is so cute! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did >< i draw a lot too so it means so much to me to write this aa

You always had a knack for art, and everyone else can see it. You are a traditional artist, most especially known for the Madrigal family mural in the village as a tribute to their deeds in the community. Your skills are immaculate, and everyone falls in love with your sketches and work.

However, a particular Madrigal found himself the luckiest man in the world when you said yes to his confession. Camilo Madrigal, the town’s sunshine and joy was even more brighter than the skies above the day when you became his other half, his soulmate, his significant other, and his life.

You and Camilo had the cutest relationship everyone else asked for. Both of your dynamics fit well together

You were the creator of 2d beauty while he appreciated and admired every inch of what your canvas could create

Even a simple doodle of a chameleon makes him tear up from how beautiful it is

Sometimes you think he’s overreacting, but he proves you wrong.

His room is FILLED with your drawings. A separate wall in his room was what he called the “Y/N Board”. It was a thing you both made out of scratch. A wall filled with pins and tapes of your random doodles to help inspire the both of you

He was your biggest fan and you absolutely loved him most for that. He gave you confidence and you gave him happiness

You were in his room, casually sketching a portrait of Antonio’s jaguar in the rainforest. You were sitting in his bed, knees propped up to support your sketchbook while you were leaning back on the chest of your boyfriend. His arms were around your waist and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He wasn’t moving so you assumed he was dozed off.

Suddenly, you felt something tickling on the side of your neck, giving you shivers. Turns out it was Camilo’s fluffy curls that lightly ticked your neck when he stirred awake. He took a look at your now 80% finished drawing and he audibly gasped.

“Woah! Now that is realistic!” He hugged you tighter, eyes still focused on your drawing.

You looked at the side of your shoulder, giving him a kiss on his head. “Good morning, my koala. How was your nap?”

“I didn’t mean to sleep. I wanted to watch you keep drawing.” His voice sounded soft, sulky and lazy where you can tell he was pouting.

You shuffled your position off of him so that you sat beside him. Giving him your pencil, you said.

“Here, wanna finish coloring the spots?”

“No, what if I ruin your drawing?!”

You laughed and pinched his cheeks. “You won’t, amor. Come on, I’ll guide you.” You placed your hand on top of his hand that was grasping your pencil.

“Start with light shading, and slowly put more pressure when you want it darker.”

That was most of your dates, to be honest. It was a perfect break for Camilo

He didn’t mind spending the times drawing with you. Every time he feels drained from all the daily chores, sitting down and cuddling with you while drawing was his escape and refuge

You were like his charging station, keeping him calm and collected before he goes out again draining his social battery tending to children and babysitting

And for you, he was your best supporter. There was never a moment where his eyes didn’t sparkle when it landed on your art. Though sometimes you wished he would give actual constructive criticism, but its cute when he tries to.

You got him interested in drawing. He’s not that bad, but he’s also not skilled at your level. You saw this opportunity to teach him how to draw

Sometimes he gets shy but you never fail to reassure him and give him advice on how to draw better

“Is that your entry for the art contest!? You’re guaranteed first place!” He was jumping all around your room, excited for the competition while you were slightly nervous as you continue painting in your canvas.

“Yeah, but I’m not yet done.” You sulked, sadness evident in your tone. He stopped bouncing on your bed and gave you a backhug while he rests his chin on your head.

“Whether you finish early or not, your details are already amazing so I’m confident you will still win!” He squished both of your cheeks.

A light bulb ticked on your head. Standing up, you faced him and put your hand on his shoulders.

“Mi vida, what if you join the competition with me? I can coach you!”

It took a lot of begging and puppy eyes but Camilo finally agreed to join the art competition

He was a nervous wreck, but you were there to reassure and teach him all he needed to do

He was even more nervous because he never showed anything art-sy to everyone else. He only doodled for you and the last time he drew for his family, he got a lot of teasing for it.

This only made you excited though, you know he is gonna impress a lot of people once they find out how much Camilo has improved, thanks to you

After grabbing your spare canvas, both of your easels stood beside each other while you both created your artworks for the contest

“You’re doing impressionism?” Your eyes widened at his outline sketch. “And on Casita too?! That’s amazing Milo!”

He gave you a warm smile. “Yeah. but what if turns out bad?”

Giving him a big bear hug, you dug your face in his chest. “It won’t, trust me! You gave me confidence all the time, now its my turn to give you yours!”

A day left before the final submissions and both of you were amazed at each other’s work

Camilo improved by a lot, and I mean, a lot! Not only was he confident, but he was also expressive and it reflected in his artwork. Yellows dominated the image and his first official signature was placed in the lower left of the canvas

You were all over the place happy for your boyfriend and he was shy about it.

Camilo wasn’t used to this, it used to be the other way around

Needless to say, your sunflower portrait and his Casita landscape is definitely one of the best outputs both of you had made. And deep down, you were confident that two of you would walk home with an award.

“And for the first place, between Entry #3: Sunflower Portrait and Entry #7, Village Beauty, we have...” The announcer said out loud to the stage. It was funny, because he was also the Church Priest who had a knack for MC-ing in the side.

“And the first place is....”

drumrolls....

“Entry #3 takes the trophy! Sunflower portrait by Y/N L/N! Come up to the stage!”

You screamed, jumping all over the place. Camilo immediately rushed to your arms and spun you around while lifting you by the waist, “MI AMOR! CONGRATULATIONSS!” He peppered kisses all over your face before letting you free to receive your award.

As you stand on the edge of the stage, you glanced at the crowd. The Madrigal family was there, cheering for you. You were truly happy. Your passion and talent has what made you special and you were more than ecstatic when everyone else appreciates it.

But, it wasn’t the end of the story.

“And for the last award, the fourth place!” You grinned, seeing the audience waiting.

“The last place, and the cut-off of participants who would move on to compete in the grand finals is-”

drumroll....

Ohhhhh this is gonna be good.

“Entry #12: Sunlight in the Casita by Camilo Madrigal!”

You were full on screaming and jumping all around the stage. No one expected this twist, but were very impressed at the sight of his art. Camilo, who was still stunned, stood back frozen. You immediately went down the stage to grab his hand, intertwining it with yours as you led him back to the spotlight.

After getting his award, you wouldn’t stop squealing over the excitement, and neither can he

His family was more than proud of him. Even Isabella who once thought his self-portrait was a frog

Needless to say once again, but you were so proud of him that you initiated PDA on stage and he blushed

“I told you you can do it!!! Look at you!!” “Milo! You’re moving to finals! You’re so cool!”

As soon as you both exited the stage, Pepa ran fast to her son, showering him in admiration. You giggled at the sight and followed Felix who initiated a group hug

Now back home in your, you changed your clothes and settled in your pajamas, catching up to Camilo who was fiddling with his newly-earned medal while laying down in your bed.

Catching up too him, you crawled in his arms while giving him another bear hug.

“I’m proud of you, amor. Who knew you had a hidden Da Vinci right here?” You grabbed his hands and fiddled with it.

“And I’m thankful for you helping me work on it. Even I didn’t expect all this.” He mumbled.

Raking his fluffy hair, you said to him,

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“Expect more mi amor, because like how you motivated me to keep drawing every day, I’m gonna do the same with you.” And with that, you both dozed off in each other’s loving embrace.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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hello!💙💙i hope im not bothering you but may i get a tsukasa or mitsuba x reader where their s/o loves to draw but never lets them see and one day they steal their s/o sketchbook and dont see any drawings of them and the boys are a lil dissapointed but their s/o has a secret sketcbook that they always keep with them filled with the boys portraits?? it would be rlly cute!!(feel free to ignore tho!)💙💜

tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: no worries, you aren’t bothering me at all!! This is a super cute prompt, so thank you so much for requesting! (i love writing mitsuba too,,, just gotta love the sharp-tongued, short-tempered characters <3)

warnings:

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Tsukasa Yugi <3

He thinks the fact that you can draw is super cool!! Probably more so than you do, to be completely honest- he’s extremely enthusiastic about it, but that also means he’s extremely annoying about it.

Lots of “let me look, let me look!!” “I wanna seeeeeeee,” “(Y/N), pleaaaaseee, what’re you drawinggggg?”

“Tsukasa, I love you, I love you very much. But, I promise you, if you don’t shut up and let me draw in peace-”

“:((“

So, of course, if you don’t let him see it, our gremlin of a boy is going to look through it one way or another. Pestering you relentlessly didn’t work, trying to slip it casually into a conversation didn’t work, so! You leave him no option!

One day, when you’re minding your business in class, Tsukasa checks your locker. Maybe, just maybe, you left it in there?

Hmm… empty- next stop!! Bookbag!

His eyes practically lit up, his expression excited, practically screaming “found it!!”

Tsukasa would open the sketchbook, silently wondering what on earth you could have drawn. His only experience in art was… well- with things that weren’t intended for art. It wasn’t ever proper “art” either. Just a lot of smearing. But anyway-

A part of him sort of hoped it would be something with him. Maybe even a little doodle, it didn’t have to be a fully colored, lined, amazing piece. Just little doodles, cos you loved him so much, and he infested your mind like the little parasite he is… y’know….

So, as he flipped through the pages, admiring your style- amazed with every little doodle, every little pencil marking, every little detail- he kept an eye out for anything that could have even vaguely resembled him. Yet, once he reached the end, he was rather certain that there was nothing. Tsukasa felt a bit disappointed, pouting despite the fact that you weren’t there to see it.

“Tell me how I knew you were up to something,” You sighed, looking at the boy seated next to your bookbag, the last pages of your sketchbook flipped open. He ignored the comment, placing your sketchbook to the side, then hugging you. You returned the hug, giving him a confused glance.

“What? It’s nothing incredible, but was it that bad-? I don’t even know everything that’s in that, so-”

“You didn’t draw me :(((“

“You didn’t ask me to???”

Still, you couldn’t help but laugh, well aware of the other sketchbook you had stored in the more secure part of your bookbag. Patting his back, then letting go of the hug, you bent down and grabbed your sketchbook and bag. Replacing the sketchbook he had flipped through, you then reached in and grabbed the other.

Somewhat embarrassed, yet know he already found out about your artistic abilities and would probably be glad to see himself, you handed him the sketchbook. “I’ll have you know, I’m not exactly overjoyed with you right now. But, since you’re a sneak, I’ll let you look at that one.”

Tsukasa opened the sketchbook with renewed energy, excited to see what was inside it. Was it him?! Did he actually infest your mind?!! Was he a good model??

Uncharacteristically, his face was slightly warm as he looked over the first page. It started off with a fully finished drawing of him- a very strong start, if he did say so himself. Not only was it him, it was awesome.

He flipped through the rest of the pages, happiness and excitement practically radiating off of him. You could have sworn you saw his eyes sparkling.

“THAT’S SO COOL, (Y/N)!!” Tsukasa would yell after shutting the sketchbook, throwing his arms around you happily, making sure that the sketchbook didn’t get damaged as he did so. “You did draw me! You drew a lot of me!!”

“Ahah- yeah. You’re… cute, after all. Why wouldn’t I draw my boyfriend?”

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Nosey little dude, but on a more casual level than Tsukasa.

“I’ve shown you my pictures, so you should show me your drawings.”

“That makes sense,”

“So, show me.”

“Nope!”

“(Y/N)-”

Though amusing, Mitsuba will start to pout after a while. “Tch- it’s not like I wanted to see it anyway. It’s probably lame.”

“Awesome then! That doesn’t make me want to show you any more than I previously did~!”

Insert Mitsuba sticking his tongue out at you-

Still, Mitsuba does understand where you’re coming from. After all, he never shows you pictures he’s taken of you. Therefore! It’s only logical that you wanted to draw his cute face!! He muttered this, crossing his arms, yet pretending that it was no big deal to him. Nope, those little comments and attempted glances were nothing-

“Mmh? You’re cute, yes.”

“That’s not what I- whatever, pervert. It’s clear now. You don’t want to show me, ‘cos there’s raunchy art in there! Pervert! Creepy, you’re so creepy-”

“Then aren’t you a pervy creep for wanting to look in my sketchbook?”

“I-”

Mitsuba may have not talked to you for the rest of the day- but it’s fiiiine, he’s fiiiiiiine.

Especially since, by the end of the next day, Mitsuba passed your locker, planning on returning to the class from a bathroom break. As he glanced over at your locker, not fully shut because of your bookbag shoved into it, an idea crossed his mind. It wouldn’t take long… a little peak wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure his s/o wasn’t a pervert, of course! Not out of personal interest!

So, he grabbed your bag, rummaging through it until he found a well-used sketchbook. His interest peaked, as he grabbed it, opening it up and flipping through the pages.

Some of the pieces were similar to pictures he had given to you, but he didn’t spot anything of him. Sure, your art was impressive, and he was rather content finally getting to see it, but-

But where was his cute face?? Not even his name??? No dreamy “(Y/N) Sousuke” written? Nothing.

Well, it’s not like he cared anywa-

“Really, Mitsuba? You needed to use the bathroom?”

“AH-” He yelped, shutting your sketchbook, as if that would make it seem like he wasn’t just flipping through the pages in slight awe. “Shut up, pervert! I went to the bathroom, I just- you were being suspicious.”

“By drawing?”

“YEs.”

You laughed lightly, though embarrassed as you took the sketchbook from him, putting it back into your bookbag. To be completely honest, your heart was beating a bit faster, slightly nervous that he found your art ugly. It wasn’t anything in comparison to his pictures, you thought..

And, when you turned around and caught a glimpse of his slightly disappointed face, your heart beat even faster. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He said, somewhat defensively- well, that much was normal.

“Sorry, it’s probably disappointing- I know my art isn’t the greatest, but it’s definitely improved over time. There are things I need to study, but-”

“Hey, don’t assume I’m upset with your art, dummy. It’s…” He blushed slightly, looking away from you and shoving his hands in his pockets, “it’s really cool. I’m impressed.”

“Then why are you pouting?”

“I’m not pouting.”

You raised your eyebrows, making Mitsuba flush further, opening his mouth as he thought of what to say in response to that expression. “I just- well, you were weird about it, so I figured there was something about me- something weird or suspicious. But, it’s all perfectly normal.”

It took a moment for you to get behind his words- but, after getting behind Mitsuba’s extremely indirect way of saying things, you understood what he meant. He wanted you to draw him. After processing that, you bit your lip, wondering if you should actually show him your other sketchbook… a glimpse at his slight pout, though it was now confusion at your conflicted expression, you turned around, rummaging through your bookbag.

Then, you pulled out another sketchbook, and pushed it against his chest. “Since you’re so insistent. Just go ahead and look through it, I guess.”

It was Mitsuba’s turn to raise his eyebrows, as he took the sketchbook, and opened it up. His face burned, as he flipped through the pages. They were… filled with him. It genuinely made his heart pound, looking at the array of doodles, line art, and fully finished pieces- occasionally, a small heart or smiley face would be doodled alongside them. If he didn’t find your art incredible before, he definitely did now. Of course, he’d never admit it to your face, but his expression was enough for you to understand.

“A-ah… gross- idiot. Of course, I should have known a pervert like you would draw such a cute face. It’s obvious.”

“Right, right. Honestly, just give me a penny each time you call me a pervert, I’ll be rich in no time-”

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