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Hello! Can I request the LIs' and Onion's (or only the LIs if you want to) reaction to overhearing MC on a call with their friends ranting/rambling about them? { Sorry if it doesn't make sense }

a/n: its alright, I get you anon :D! I'm trying out a new style of writing (scenarios without the bullet points) so i hope this is alright!

+ I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be angst, so this one's fluff ^^!

cw: slightly suggestive in quest's, but only briefly!

nightowl

nightowl had just returned home when he heard you say his name followed by a fit of giggles.

following the direction of the voice, he found you in the living room, laying on your back as the tv plays on some netflix movie you've abandoned to talk to who he assumed was your friend on the phone. you didn't see him yet, the couch facing away from him, and he stops to hear.

"oh please, as if he'd let me leave him for one second! he's really clingy," you say, no malice in your tone. instead, you sounded lovesick, "haha, what do you mean you're jealous? sorry, he's mine~" you giggle, your friend over the phone pouting over how lucky you are, "he's just... perfect. I used to think I knew everything about love. but here he is, showing me how much I've missed out from my last relationship with... well, you know."

nightowl feels his eyes become glossy. blinking the tears away, he takes the opportunity to walk up from behind you, where you were laying on the armrest, and lean down. his grin wide, yet soft, as he plucks the phone from your hand, pressing a kiss onto your lips.

"hey there, cutie. talking about me?"

cue your friend sobbing over the phone at the other end after hearing that, feeling extremely single.

Quest

"and he cleaned everything up by himself. I was asleep already- no, I am not lying! he did! what a gentleman, right?!" you exclaim, "and I wouldn't have known if I didn't remember waking up to running water. he didn't even tell me!"

quest flushes when he realized what you were talking about. he had just entered the kitchen to grab a snack in the middle of his zoom meeting, and had overhead part of your conversation. he didn't want to assume; but he didn't think there was any other logical explanation as to what you were talking about of it isn't… well..

"what are you talking about?! it's fucking massive-"

"love?" quest interrupts before he could hear more of what you were about to say. he was flattered, really. he had just not expected to walk into you speaking so casually about your private life, "are you…"

"oh! quest!" you jump slightly at the sight of your boyfriend, "ill call you back," you say to your friend, before hanging up. you walk over to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek, "my friend is impressed, you know."

"y-yeah?" quest stammers, not really sure how to reply to that, "um, why did you tell them that?"

"huh?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion, "about us making a huge ass cake at three in the morning? oh, I thought it was funny. I'm glad it didn't go to waste, though. here, take it as a snack!" you smile, opening the fridge to grab a slice for him.

quest blinks. oh

nakedtoaster

glancing at the clock, which read one in the morning, toaster sets down their headphones.

it was late, and they didn't realize they had been gaming for so long. saying goodbye to xyx on vc, they lean back against their chair. you would've been asleep now, right?

heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, they realized the lights were on. smiling, toasty assumed you were grabbing a snack in the middle of the night. wanting to sneak up on you, he walks quietly, slowly- but then he hears you talking to someone.

"I'm crazy bad at the game, but they just make it look so easy!" you exclaim, voice muffled over the sound of food, "I don't mind it, though. you should see them playing, it's really fucking attractive. ah how did I get so lucky?- hey, why are you laughing? simp? I'm not-!" the sound of a bowl falling and breaking catches them off guard, and toast immediately jumps out from where they were hiding behind the wall to help you.

"are you okay?" they asked, grabbing your hand, "shit, you're bleeding. let me grab a bandaid, stay here."

you were too focused on the realization that they were there... and they had heard you rambling them. the cut on your hand forgotten. you flushed red, stepping back, feeling embarrassed, "you… you were eavesdropping!"

stopping in their tracks, toasty turned around, face confused, but you could tell they were hiding a grin by the slight curve of their lips upwards, "sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. come on, let me clean your hand. would you like to watch me play after that?"

"toast!"

xyx

"I love him so much. I can't just get him something-" you pause, listening to your friend on the other line, "no, you don't get it! he can get any gift he wants himself, I have to get him something special! it's his birthday, come on, help me think here…"

xyx had just gotten home from work, and stopped the moment he heard you speaking to someone in your bedroom. a smile crept onto his face when he realized what he was listening in on. he didn't want to keep eavesdropping, but the distressed tone of your voice was too enthralling, and he couldn't help but lean against the open door, your back to him, unexpecting.

from inside, you huff, "what do you mean 'your love for him is enough'?" you chuckle, "that's cheesy. of course I love him, fuck, I'd marry him right now if I could. get down on one knee and everything. but I can't do that on his birthday…"

xyx's eyes widened at the blatant mention of marriage. it wasn't a surprise to him, you've both talked about it before. both agreeing on marriage in the future- but hearing you say it, as if you were impatient to confirm your future life together forever…

he felt his chest tighten. fuck, he was smitten.

from the room, you sigh, "yeah, you're right… I guess he will just like whatever I get him, won't he? what a loser, I can't believe he likes someone like me." you say lightheartedly, but a little insecurity bleeding out at the end, "ill call you back, he should be home by n-ow!"

yelping, you threw your phone on the bed when you felt yourself being lifted up, thinking it was someone who broke into your house, your legs kicked wildly.

"let me go! i swear to god my boyfriend will kick your fucking ass-"

"doll, calm down," xyx laughs, setting you down on the bed, legs trapping you in place, "maybe that wasn't a good idea, my apologies."

you stare up at in in confusion, before your face heats up, "you… heard the conversation, didn't you?"

"more of a ramble really," he grins, leaning down to press a kiss under your jaw, his breath hot. "its alright, we have more important things to settle. now, what was that about 'liking someone like you?' are you doubting me? must I prove it?"

Onionthief

Onion had just finished paying for both your meals, you having to step out to take a call from your friend. he had assumed you were done when he stepped out, but he was proven wrong when he saw you on the bench, hands frantically waving as you were passionately talking about something.

He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to at least tell you he would be in the shop next door before he goes. walking over to you, he hears that the conversation was a little more interesting than he thought it was.

"you seriously don't have to check up on me everytime, I'm fine! he takes good care of me," you say, softer towards the end, "he's… different. he invited me to dinner- even fucking paid for it. I love him so much. I promise you I'm okay. I'm… really hopeful for the future. I hope he wants to spend his lifetime with me as well."

"of course I do," he says immediately, not caring if you would catch him overhearing your conversation. he had to get rid of that seed of doubt in your head before it grew, and he is. he gently grabs your phone and pushes it away- your friend on the other line confused- and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"don't doubt it. and I love you too."

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Could you pls do 33 w/ Sasara? Thanks!

Nurude Sasara: 

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

“Kiss the person in the room you’re most attracted to.”

Sasara had thought he was at a college party but when the night had gone to truth or dare, he was pretty sure he had been blasted right back to high school. Not that he was popular enough in high school to be invited to parties like these, he was a class clown so he was strictly an ‘in school only’ type of friend which left him feeling rather lonely but that wasn’t something to think about right now. The thing that was at the forefront of his mind was watching you, the person he had a crush on for most of his college career, being dared to kiss the person in the room that set your heart aflame. He wondered what he would do with the information of your type, ready to push up his sleeves and start a fight in his half-drunken state over the person who dare steal your attention away from him.

He does not, however, expect to be fighting himself that night.

He looked to the person on either side of him as you lingered close, taking bets in his about which one of them you would go for before you leaned down in front of him. It takes a second for his brain to fully process that you’re leaning in closer, hand now touching his face; he still didn’t fully realize what was happening until your lips came crashing down on his, the clashing alcohols leaving an odd taste on his mouth that he’d surely never forget. He stared at you with wide eyes as you pulled away and winked at him, sauntering back to your seat beside your friends who were all giggling.

Sasara doesn’t think he’ll ever emotionally recover from this.

You thought he, the clown in most instances, was the most attractive person in this room? Of all the ridiculously hot or cute people here, you had picked him with his mismatched socks and obnoxiously patterned shirt? He might pass out. Actually, he was passing out, falling back onto the ground while the two people who did NOT get picked by you leaned over to look at him with mild concern.

“Sasara?!”

The sound of an angel… or perhaps that was just you, calling out to him from across the room.

“I didn’t realize my kisses were poisonous!” You teased, leaning over him once more and allowing him to relive the first moment you kissed again. “Or maybe… you’re playing Sleeping Beauty and you want another one?”

“Yes please.”

Everyone around him laughed but he was dead serious; he would very much like another kiss.

This was going to be a long night.

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some comic the first three panel are in Javaneese slang to understand //sorry

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HELP ME

I'm sorry omg I was reading the rosho roleplay hcs and spaced off imagining him getting too caught up in the fake work they were doing - like he's teaching his s/o some basic math and they don't get it and he's like wait you. you don't know this?? and then the next hour is spent with him teaching s/o math while they're still in their roleplay outfits and he just kind of forgot their plans 😂

Wait this is fucking hilarious I’m literally in tears right now I love these kinds of tropes 😂😂 nobody asked for this but I need to write this little blurb here:

(PG-13 - mentions of nsfw only)

“Oh Professor, this math is simply too hard. I think I might need some help,” you say in a sultry voice, twirling your fingers together innocently as you drop the piece of paper onto the desk where Rosho is sitting and roleplaying as your professor.

“Is that so?” Rosho asks, pushing up his glasses with a raised eyebrows. There’s a light smirk on his face as he glances down at the paper while reaching for his ruler. “Well then, you know what happens to bad - wait a minute, you don’t understand this math?”

His sudden break of character comes with his own sultry voice changing into his normal one, and you quickly straighten your posture in confusion.

“What? Oh, uh…” you stammer out, startled. It’s clear that Rosho is waiting for an answer, but you can’t tell if this is still part of the role play. Regardless, you bend down in a sexy way to take a closer look at the paper, seeing the complicated numbers and equations that meant nothing to you.

“No, I don’t understand it at all,” you say, keeping up your fake voice.

“Hold on, Y/N, were you really never taught this?” Rosho asks. All semblance of his role play is gone and he’s genuinely looking at you with a flabbergasted face.

“Sorry babe, it’s just a bunch of numbers and letters to me,” you say in your normal voice, slightly shrugging. Rosho can’t say anything as his mouth is dropped open in surprise and you chuckle. “Maybe you should teach me,” you wink, trying to bring the mood back.

Unfortunately for you, it’s gone.

“Yea I should,” Rosho said, standing up. You smile a bit in excitement, but it quickly disappears when he tells you to sit down instead. “Okay, see this equation right here? These are the variables and these are the values. Now, if we want to solve for…”

You quickly forget about the role play, your mind intensely focused on the math as Rosho teaches you things you never learned in school. You shuffle in the tight outfit you were wearing, but you can hardly be distracted by Rosho’s disheveled hair or unbuttoned shirt when you have important math to solve.

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nagwala at umiyak habang sumisigaw

Hello, can i request an scenario with Rosho finding his artist s/o sketchbook and seeing it filled with drawings of him? thank you lots 💞

Absolutely adorable! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy anon 💕

-pairing: rosho tsutsujimori x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-summary: Rosho stumbles upon your sketchbook on accident while you're out though is rather flustered to find that it's filled with drawings of him

-word count: 1.4k

Being an artist of sorts, you always had your face in a sketchbook, a pencil constantly in hand and the sides of your hands perhaps a bit too roughed up from all the smudging against the paper you had to do. And the many wrist strains or even sore backs from bending over for all that time that accompanied it weren’t exactly pleasant, but well, it came with being an artist. When you were in the zone, such inconveniences never did seem to bother you all that much. You were an artist after all. 

There didn’t seem to be a day in which you didn’t go without picking up that sketchbook of yours, whether for practice or just a quick little mindless doodle because you had to urge to do so; and for Rosho who always watched you from afar, saw that determined and concentrated look in your eyes each time you took it out to draw, almost every single day, he was rather interested in your work. He may have shyly asked to see them once or twice here and there, but he never really pushed it; all you had told him was that you drew what you loved. Having had a few art students of his own, who’d rather spend his class period doodling on their note sheets instead of listening, Rosho knew quite well how defensive artists could get about their own art, and he never did want to make you uncomfortable or insist on knowing what you drew. For him, seeing you so passionate about your art and constantly drawing with that enamored look in your eyes made him so himself. 

But it’d be a total lie to say that, as your partner, he wasn’t intrigued. It certainly piqued his curiosity as to what you seemed to always be drawing in that sketchbook of yours, especially when the two of you weren’t doing anything at all before that look of yours that indicated that you had an idea came and you took off in search of the sketchbook and a pencil to quickly draw it. And he couldn’t help but raise a brow by how you’d sneak glances at him here and there when drawing, meeting his eyes for a few moments or so before you resumed your work. It only made him want to know more about what you were drawing at that instant, why you tried your hardest to hide the fact that you were looking up at him every once in a while, then looking back to your drawing and erasing something or continuing to draw. I mean, it raised brows surely. 

Rosho wasn’t exactly clueless, however, as naïve as he was at times. The thought that you were perhaps sketching him definitely did cross his mind on more than one occasion, especially when you seemed to be using him as a model some days (I mean, you did tell him to stay in that certain position sometimes, so that was suspicious of course, although Rosho tried to convince himself you were merely using him as a reference for a pose); but given that even the mere thought of it made him all flustered and shy, Rosho always did try to brush it off and deny that possibility. I mean, out of all the things you could draw, of all your creativity and imagination, it certainly wouldn’t be wasted on drawing him, right? There was simply no way. 

He did find out soon enough what you were constantly drawing in that sketchbook of yours. 

It was a mere accident, of course; Rosho never meant to go snooping around your stuff. He was only doing some spring cleaning one day, even when it wasn’t the season, when he stumbled upon it. Sure, he was certainly curious as to what was in it, but Rosho never thought of opening it while you were away to find out; he’d never really think of invading your privacy like that. Instead, however, the sketchbook was lying open on your desk, so it caught his eye naturally, though he didn’t quite know what it was at first. It still piqued his interest. 

But when he took a quick glance at what he assumed to be an open book at your desk, his face was quick to go beet red when he realized that there was a rather meticulous portrait of him, Rosho. 

And it took a while to set in that you had, in fact, drawn it, given that he was still processing the fact that he had just seen a drawn version of himself sitting right there, in front of his very eyes. You were the only artist in the household after all. 

It not only was detailed, but honestly pretty accurate as well. You had gotten his face structure rather well, Rosho had to admit, at least, from what he’s seen of himself in photos and the mirror. The slight tilt of his glasses and where they even sat on the bridge of his nose was pretty on the nose, no pun intended. Rosho couldn’t even begin to describe everything about this drawing. It was honestly so…beautiful? It seemed like you made him look more pretty than he actually was, in his mind anyway. It’s just that you captured him so perfectly, and Rosho was at a loss of words for it. The only response he could muster was the blush that he had on right now, covering his face all the way from the tips of his ears to his nose. 

Knowing that you were drawing him the whole time, observing him on such an intricate level in order to get all his details correct, only served to make Rosho embarrassed. Had you really been watching him the entire time? Your eyes only on him? He didn’t fare too well under such a brutal gaze, courtesy of his stage fright and all, so now knowing that you had been watching him and only him the entire time, Rosho felt those same nerves act up again, though this time, it was more along the lines of embarrassment rather than fear. He was embarrassed at the fact that his lover had been observing him this entire time; he was embarrassed at the fact that you had been drawing such beautiful portraits of him time and time again. 

And it didn’t really help as he flipped through the notebook, curiosity getting the best of him (he later came to regret it), as much as he hated doing so, only to find many other pages similar to that one, filled with drawings of only him. It was as if that was what this specific sketchbook of yours was dedicated to.

Is…is this what you meant when you said you drew what you love? Is this what it meant when you seemed to have such a soft smile on your face, a sort of dreamy or lovestruck look in your eyes as you drew sitting across from him? Well, that only made the beat of his heart much faster, the butterflies in his stomach to flap faster.  

This wasn’t too good for his heart, and if he kept going at this rate, as much as he admired the effort and detail you put in each and every drawing of him, Rosho was certain that he was going to collapse sooner or later. It definitely took a number on him, finding out that his s/o loved nothing more than to continuously draw him, never growing tired of it. He could certainly tell the love and admiration you had behind every piece, the passion you had and the love that was in each drawing of him. It did make him feel quite loved honestly, to know that you loved him so much to keep drawing him. That alone made his heart act up. Though he immediately closed the book shut, returning it back to its rightful place on that bookshelf of yours where you kept the rest of your supplies. 

“Geez, y/n needs to remember to put their stuff back…” he mumbled to himself, the prominent blush still as evident as ever. He furrowed his brows a bit, thinking of how he was going to scold you a little when you came back home, leaving your stuff as is out in the open for him to see. 

He was certainly going to ask you about the sketches later though.

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andres leave me alone I just want camilo to be my novio

worthy of you

book of life inspired series: wait for you, fight for you

you and camilo have a little moment before your other suitor barges in and ruins the moment.

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The next few days were a blur to both you and Camilo. The town’s lively chatter of your return hadn’t ceased for the whole week. Everyone was still excited from your return as well as the mysterious handsome boy that you’ve brought along with you.

The girls and boys your age were all filled with envy when Camilo had often asked you out to explore Encanto with him all over again. Though he could also detect a sense of longing in their eyes which made him groan in frustration. Really? He had the whole town as his rival apart from the Del Pilar guy?

He tried not to sigh deeply as he pursed his lips, unable to think about anything but you. Not even seconds could help him take off the heaviness that threatened to weigh him down.

“Camilo? Estás bien?” Your voice suddenly jolted him out of his thoughts and he struggled to find the words. What was he doing again? Oh right. He had invited you for a picnic of sorts and here you were perched on the fountain of the town square.

“Estoy bien, bonita.” Came his flustered response upon seeing you tilt you head to the side, doe eyes gazing right up at him. Miercoles, he thought to himself, how are you this adorable? He found himself staring as he ate one of his tia’s arepas.

“Oh right, I forgot!” Camilo watched as you rummaged through your mochila that Mirabel had gifted you. Strangely enough, it had the colors of his ruana as well as a little emroidered chameleon on its’ side. You then pull out a familiar stuffed toy and he swore his heart soared. Like he had done with the ruana you gave him, you had kept the stuffed chameleon he had given you all those years ago.

“Amarillo has certainly seen better days.” You smile up at him sheepishly. The stuffed toy had clashing colored threads, probably from the amount of times you’ve repaired him in the span of eight years. “But I love him nonetheless.”

Oh how he wished he was Amarillo instead as you hugged the precious stuffed chameleon close, smiling so fondly at the toy he and his mother had painstakingly worked on during your last days in Encanto.

It took him years. Years to finally convince himself that he didn’t like you in a way that his family insisted that he did. You were just (Name) his childhood friend. (Name) who was just someone he missed someone. (Name) who he waited patiently for 8 years, never looking at anyone else.

And then you were (Name). You were his (Name). And he knew deep down that he loved you. That he did like you in a way his familia insisted he did. He loved you.

What they said was true. Absence does makes the heart grow fonder.

His eyes softened as he gazed at you, noticing how the setting sun’s rays caressed your face. He chanced upon the moment the orange glow from the sun crowned you with a halo. And you took both his breath and his heart with you without even doing anything.

You caught his gaze, face instantly warming up at how he looked at you with eyes that held nothing but love, warmth, and yearning. For a moment you were frozen as he gently reached out to cup your cheek in his warm palm before you smile, leaning against it whilst you looked at him with just as much love.

“Camilo?” You breathed out, voice barely a whisper.

He smiled fondly, eyes flickering briefly to your lips, letting himself steal just a few more seconds of holding you like this before he gently pinched your nose and laughed. He tried to play it cool, play it suave like he always had but as he pulled his hand away, he gently clenched it by his side, trying to remember the way your skin felt against his palm even as he had just touched it a few seconds ago.

He raised the same hand to his lips, acting as if he was just covering his mouth as he laughed at you but grazed his lips against his palm where he had touched your cheek, his freckled cheeks bursting into a heated fluster.

Camilo averted his gaze.

“Ay, bonita, you don’t know what you do to me.”

He knew he had an opportunity there and then to confess to you. To ask you to be his and his only forever. And he would’ve until he heard your name being called out by a familiar voice, one that he despised oh so dearly.

Andres Del Pilar strided towards the both of you, an unreadable expression on his handsome features.

“(Name), mi princesa, your papá has asked me to escort you home.” He stood tall, waiting for you who had looked at Camilo with a bashful smile, the warmth on your face never leaving.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Camilo?” You offer as you gently pat your dress to remove any crease and nonexistent dirt.

“Si, tomorrow, mi reina.” He stammered, clambering onto his feet. Camilo could see how your offer had made Andres’ eyes narrow and he clicked his tongue in distaste. Even more so when he had swiftly added his petname for you.

You think he’s gonna let Andres call you princess? Well, you’re his queen. It was insignificant, maybe even petty but he had liked seeing the ticked off face of that pompous jerk.

Sensing the tenseness between both boys, particularly Andres’ sharp look at Camilo, you frown. You weren’t particularly aware of what the two boys were feuding about, blissfully unaware of the pair’s vying for your heart.

As you walked away after giving him one last smile, Andres had stayed in place, letting you go ahead a little ways away before he turned to the shapeshifter with a smile. It wasn’t a friendly one. It was strained, never quite meeting his eyes.

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” His tone was steady and unnervingly calm. “Qué Gueva,” He laughed, throwing his head back with a cackle.

“You really think you stand a chance? You really think she wants a nobody that can just shapeshift?” Andres stood tall as he approached Camilo who rather than back down, stood tall as well with his head up high. “You’re nothing without your powers, Madrigal. Let’s face it. Without your stupid miracle, nobody, I mean nobody, would give you the time of day.”

“She doesn’t want you. She’d never want you.” He hissed under his breath, his calm and formal facade breaking for a moment. “You and your family are all just a bunch of freaks—“

Andres finds himself lifted by the collar of his shirt, fistfuls of the fabric of his clothing bunched into Camilo’s hands. He wanted to swing. He wanted to knock Andres to the ground.

“Watch yourself, bastardo.” His hands shook as he held a wide-eyed Andres who grasped onto Camilo’s wrist. “I can take any insult but if you dare say a word about mi familia..” He trails off, letting his threat hang.

Andres choked at the tightness of his hold, his eyes narrowing before he roughly pushed the boy away. He wanted to say something but his bruised ego had made him scoff, straightening out his shirt as he quickly fled, muttering something under his breath.

He didn’t know how long he had stood there, eyes still locked onto the direction that you had walked off in. Camilo pursed his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets with a frustrated sigh.

Camilo knew better than to let words affect him but Andres’ words rang in his mind.

“What if he’s right?” He asked outloud to himself in the now desolate streets. “I can’t offer her anything like Andres can. I’m.. I’m nothing without my miracle..” His voice trembled as he furrowed his brows, his insecurities coming to fruition as he grit his teeth. Just who was Camilo Madrigal without the miracle? And could that Camilo compete with someone like Andres?

He could feel his heart hammering against his chest and his eyes watered as he took in deep but painful breaths. His vision was blurred with tears as he leaned against the fountain that the both of you had sat on.

A heavy weight upon his shoulders. A heavy thought played in his mind. A heavy question was left unanswered as he looked to the starry sky.

Was he worthy of you?

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beat his ass boy beat his ass boy 🥊🤜🤛👊 kidding.. maybe.. tangina mo andres gago ka pota

i hope you guys like this part aaa ! as always any like, reblog, and comment is vvv much appreciated ! lemme know what you think ? aaa ?

also so sorry if you didnt get tagged the max number of tags is only 50 :((

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reblogging so I can read later zzz

a camilo madrigal x fem!reader fanfic [chapter2]

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wordcount: 2.1k

„Grab all your stuff, c’mon… we don’t have all day.”, the old man shouted while clapping his hands together. A deep sigh escaped your throat. You tried to shove some boxes into the cart in front of you. They were heavier than expected, and the ground underneath wasn’t the most solid one. Your feet started to slip, and you loomed to kiss the floor in the next seconds. Suddenly some strong arms provided you better support and saved the boxes from falling. “Carefully!”, firstly the guy helped you to gain your hold again and then he shoved the boxes himself into the cart.

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a camilo madrigal x fem!reader fanfic [chapter1]

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“Tell us again!”, the four-year-old boy demanded while clinging on one arm of the male.

“Alright, alright mijo.”, the male just started giggling while the boy sat in front of him, besides his older sister. Eyes sparkling bright looking at their papi. The gaze of the male wandering to a framed picture. A smile growing on his face, “I’ll tell you again, the story how I knew your mami was the one.”, his voice was calm and filed with adoration. The boy laid down on his stomach. Head resting in his palms while his elbows supported his statue. The girl sitting right next to him, placing her head onto his back. 

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you simply must do a scenario with the poncho

I GOT YOU BIRDY

Yellow's Your Color, Amor (Camilo x Reader)

This is my first time writing and posting something like this so bare with me. ALSO this is a continuation of a headcanon I wrote. anyways ENJOY!! <33

Summary: You decide to try on your beloved boyfriends signature poncho while he’s out.

Warnings: none, just fluff <3

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You are no stranger to your boyfriend, Camilo’s, house. You go there daily and you know you are always welcome there. Even if Camilo isn’t there, you love to hang out with his other family members. 

One day you were bored out of your mind and decided to go to Camilo’s. You knew he probably wasn’t there considering the day prior he was so excited to go swimming with his family. You went over anyways and planned on waiting for him until he got home. You lived fairly closed to him so you got on your bike and took the 3 minute ride over there. When you knocked on the door, Camilo’s father, Félix, opened the door. 

“Hey Y/N! Here for Camilo? He’s not here right now but you’re welcome to wait in his room.” He said with a smile on his face.  

“Thank you Félix!” You said while walking in and walking through the house to eventually enter Camilo’s room. 

The clothes he had been wearing previously were messily thrown on the bed. There was a pair of brown pants, a button up white shirt and...his poncho. He wears this poncho every day, it’s his signature piece. There could be no harm on putting it on...right? You throw on the poncho and look at yourself in the mirror. It’s a bit large on you, as expected, but you are basking in his scent. You walk over to the bed and push the dirty clothes aside. Just as you sit on the bed, the bedroom door creaks open.

“Yellow’s your color, Amor.” A familiar voice says from the doorway. 

You look over to see your beloved boyfriend in yellow swim trunks. His hair is wet and messy. A few loose curls are hanging in front of his face. He has his towel hanging from his neck and he looked absolutely stunning. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him featherlight kisses all over his face before landing one on his lips. You see a devious glimmer in his eyes before he picks you up bridal style to which you yelp in surprise. He tosses you on the bed before going to throw a shirt on. 

“Did you have fun, baby?” You ask sweetly, getting up on your knees so you can properly admire your lover.

“Not as much as I’m about to have.” He says while laughing, obviously hinting to something. 

You blush before he makes his way over to you, excited for what’s going to happen next. 

“You look absolutely stunning in that, baby. Practically irresistible.”  

“Now you know how I feel all the time!” You reply, keeping the fun energy.

You move up to the headboard and he follows, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply, “Oh come on, you like the package rather than the presentation.” He accuses. 

“Eh, it’s not bad.” He opens his mouth to reply but you pull him down and passionately kiss him. His hands go to your waist and flips you two over so that you are now placed on top of him. 

“Not bad, huh? That’s not what your lips are telling me.” He breathes out.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.” 

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I’m sorry this is so bad it is very much so not proofread and uhhhhh idk It’s shit LMAO 

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chameleons pt 2

camilo fight w animals bc why not 

fem reader for this part

lemon = your chameleon

grape = camilos chameleon

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camilo was over the moon when he found out his girlfriend had a pet chameleon like him so when she brought her son over he was happy until now, both lemon and grape were getting all your attention and he was jealous I mean was he getting replaced by his animal counter part? so while you went to the bathroom camilo wanted to have a little chit-chat with them.

“ You see this yeah this is MY girlfriend okay? which means I get all her love and affection and you guys get the left overs that’s how it works “ camilo said while holding up a picture, he went on and on about how you were his and no pet can change that no and that lemon was just there to remind you of him “ lemon she didn’t even want you “ 

“ camilo.. what are you doing “ you came back and saw all of it “ I have no shame I’ll do it in front of everyone “ “ why do I love you “ “ HA see I told you she loves me more than you both “ camio buts lemon and grape into grapes terrarium and pulls you to bed to cuddle with him “ camilo were you-” “ yes “ he says cutting you off “ now I think I should be kissed “

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5 Times Camilo Madrigal and Y/N Ran Into Each Other and It Was Unpleasant + the 1 Time It Wasn't.

(Or, how their interactions get progressively less unpleasant through the years.)

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , +1

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It wasn't Y/N's fault. Absolutely not.

A week earlier, the townspeople had come together to make a slide for the children to play with at the schoolhouse, and newly-turned-5 year old Y/N has never been more excited. A similar reaction was apparent in all the other children however, and soon the slide was the new hotspot in their little town (just barely overruled overruled by the magic, living, breathing casita of the Madrigals of course). Everyone loved it.

Except Y/N had only gotten a measly four turns on the slide all week, because a group of loud boys had hoarded the slide to themselves- even going so far as to have people stand guard!

Even without the stern scoldings the oldest Madrigal grandchild, Isabela, regularly dished out to the kids who were playing unfairly, Y/N could not escape the injustice.

And so Y/N waited until the barest hints of the sun started risen, the rays peeking through the mountains surrounding their Encanto. The sun was up, and Mami says they can play as long as the sun was shining. Y/N refused to not reap the benefits of the slide because some estupidos chicos won't share it like they are supposed to!

Y/N reached the backyard of the schoolhouse and happily played on the slide to their heart's content, their laughter waking the neighbours but blissfully free of the troubles of the world.

Well, not all troubles.

Y/N tried not to stick their tongue out at the boys now running towards the slide like a wild pack of dogs, because they are better than them and knows that the slide is for everyone. So Y/N took a deep breath like papá always said to, and continued playing.

It went fairly without incident for the rest of the morning, but come afternoon...

Y/N was standing behind a boy with curly hair and a yellow ruana over his shoulders, waiting for their turn, when he turned around and stepped to the side.

"You first," he says grandly with a bow.

Y/N glanced at the boy, momentarily confused, but not putting much thought to it, as children usually do. They have priorities.

Y/N went to sit down when a whiny voice behind them yelled, "JUST GO ALREADY!"

The next thing Y/N knows, they have a mouthful of yellow fabric as a body falls on top of them and are tumbling down the slide.

They feel the rough pavement scraping against their hands as they hit the ground. There's an icky taste in Y/N's mouth and they instinctively spit it out.

Y/N gasps in horror as their eyes land at the lone tooth in the palm of their hand. They use their other one to touch at their mouth gingerly and whimpers in pain.

Y/N could feel the tears building up behind their eyes, and louder than the concern that they just lost their tooth is the mantra of do not cry in front of the boy no llores delante del chico do not cry in front of the boy no llores no llores-

"Oh hey, now we're matching!" The boy who had tumbled down with them grinned, revealing a gap in between his teeth.

Except he hadn't lost it in a kerfuffle on the slide, and the dam breaks, and Y/N is now openly sobbing in front of everyone. The boy in the yellow ruana looks surprised, as though he expected a different reaction from someone who just got violently pushed off a slide and lost their tooth.

He reaches towards Y/N but Y/N hisses at el chico de la ruana amarilla and scrambles to their feet, sparing the laughing crowd and baffled boy behind them not a single thought as they ran back home, tears streaking down their face.

When they made it home, Y/N's mother was horrified at the state of their child and ushered them to Senõra Julietta to get cleaned up. "Qué hiciste, mi cielo?"

Later that night, Y/N's parents listen with barely concealed laughter at their child who was going on a tangent about how much they hate the boys who gatekeep the slide and especially the one in the yellow ruana. He only pretended to be so nice so that they could push them off and get the slide to themselves! Y/N cried.

From that point on, if Y/N ever caught sight of a flash of yellow in town, they would scowl and stomp off.

Years had passed from that fateful day, and although the memory was mostly blurred by the fog of growing up, Y/N had never really moved on from the mindset that concluded their dislike of the youngest Madrigal boy.

A grudge was born that day, and it wasn't Y/N's fault. Absolutely not.

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And that's it folks!!! Thanks for reading ❤❤

(this seems shorter reading it than writing it sorry lol)

Just some housekeeping- I'm having Y/N gender neutral so you can imagine Y/N as their own character or use Y/N as a self insert! School (especially January) is kicking my butt so updates will be probably weekly. I take requests, anything, just hit me up anytime. I take criticism on the Spanish since I am not Spanish and am relying on Google. Oh and if you wanna see anything in this specific fic, also hmu and I'll force it in here somehow.

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celío omg stay safe bufddy

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Camilo x FemReader

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

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You stayed being roommates with Mirabel for the night, tho you couldn't help but feel as if they're rather cautious of you.As you lay down on the bed you look up the ceiling sighing,then look at Mirabel from the other side of the room.

“Celìo...where are you.”You muttered quietly as you close your eyes trying to sleep without being worried.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from Encanto, a certain shadow was lurking around, looking for his way into his destination he wants to reach.

“I'm much faster at night...It's also not much help when I'm being chased.”The young boy said,his hood covering his identity as he ran, being chased by some people.

“GET BACK HERE!”One of the guard yelled as he tried to reach for the boy who took a turn.

“Wait for me Sis.”The boy muttered trying to outrun the people that's chasing him.As he took another turn one of the guards stop him cornering him which made him click his tounge.

“It's over for you..kid.Just come with us, we'd like to question you.”One of the guards stated as he tried to approach the boy.

“Not unless you can't see me.”The boy said as he slowly back away, being one with the shadows which caught the guards off.

“What..where?!Everyone Scatter!”The guard yelled looking around.

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You woke up and sat straight up from the bed, to see Mirabel waking up next.Once she had her glasses on she looks at you with a kind smile in which you returned.

“Buenos dìas Y/n!”Mirabel gretted happily.

“Buenos dìas Mirabel.”You politely greeted back,as you both got up from your beds.

“So do you have any clothes with you?If you don't you can borrow mine!”Mirabel stated as you grab one of your twins choices.

“If you don't mind me asking but...is this a good choice for me to wear?”You ask politely as you showed him the dress you've decided to pick

“Woah.”Mirabel said as she looked at the dress up and down.

“Yea, it's really cute!”Mirabel stated as you nodded.After a few minutes you put your hair in a neat bun with Mirabel's help.You both went down as you help her set up, as she wakes up the others.The way you set up the table was rather the way you would see the maids set up the table back in your kingdom.

“Y/n help me set up the table.”Mirabel stated as you smiled kindly at her familia who were amused and greeted you as you greet them back politely.

“Another day for la familia Madrigal to help, I do expect everyone to help the town as always.”Abuela Alma stated in her usual calm voice as you couldn't help but feel lonely.

‘It's been 2 days...I wonder what's happening back at the palace.’You wondered as you ate silently thinking about your twin brother who said that will follow after he saw the chaos back at the castle.

After eating you and ‘Mirabel’ were going to do the dishes, but as you grab the sponge you stop.

‘Wait....I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WASH THE DISHES?!’You thought as you panic, you look at ‘Mirabel’ who was cleaning the table then look back at the dishes then back at her and then back at the dishes then back at her again.

“Um...Mirabel...Please don't question me further but..how does one do..um..do the dishes?..”You ask rather hesitant as ‘Mirabel’ look at you then shape shift back into...Mirabel's cousin as you recall his name as...Camel..Carlos?no wait...Camilo.Yup.He just laugh as he approach you.

“I honestly don't believe you can't do the dishes, but with that type of expression I guess I'll believe this one.”Camilo shrugged as you slightly scratched your nape in embarrassment.

“Yea...Apologies about that...I wasn't really one to do chores..”You admitted as Camilo look at you amused.

“You don't do chores?”Camilo ask in shock.

“Well..when it comes to household chores...I suppose you can say I don't??..”Your statement can out more of a question, slightly playing with the hem of your sleeve.

“Really?That's kinda shocking.”Camilo said amused, while washing the dishes.

“It is?”You ask amused slightly tilting your head.

“But anyways, if you don't mind me asking what exactly are you?”Camilo ask which made your eyes widen as your heart beat started beating nervously.

“W-what ever do you mean by that?I'm just a normal person!”You stuttered defensively.As Camilo rose an eye brow at your nervous state.

“You sure you're not magical or something?”Camilo ask as you averted eye contact.

“What exactly makes you inquire such a question?”You ask averting eye contacts.

“My Prima's gift didn't work on you,when she carried you.”He stated as you but you chew the inside of your cheek.

“I see...well I don't have the answers as to why your Prima's gift did not wok on me.”You lied,in all honesty you knew exactly why Luisa's gift didnt work on you.Camilo responded with a hum.

“I see..but since you're free right now, you're gonna help me do chores in town...if you know how to babysit.”Camilo stated as you perk.

“I know how to babysit!”You claimed exitedly as he laughed and walked while you followed him from behind.

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Camilo watches in amusement as you tell the kids stories about fairytale or something he too would find interesting.The whole babysitting was you telling the kids(Also him) stories.After their guardians went to pick them up, the kids ask if you could tell them some more stories when you babysit again which you happily agreed.

“I didn't know you're a good babysitter,Hermosa.”Camilo stated as you smiled, as if you won something.

“Mhm!I honestly didn't have time telling stories to kids, back from where I came from.”You admitted as Camilo look at you suspiciously but also amused.

“Really?So you've never babysit before?”He ask amused,as the two of you walk together back at Casita.

“Oh I have!Of course if my parents guest have younger kids, then I'm task with playing with them!”You admitted as your eyes widen from the realization of you mentioning your parents.Camilo on the other hand proudly smiled now he can ask more about you so he can figure out why his Tio and Prima's gift didn't work on you.

“Speaking of your parents, where are they anyways?”Camilo ask as you started panicking and look ahead and started thinking of an excuse.

“Dead.”You said what was the first thing that came in your mind, which made Camilo feel as if he was hit in the stomach mentally.

“I'm sorry..I'm sure your parents were lovely.”Camilo said guilty which also made you feel guilty.

“Yea..they were, there's no need to apologize you didn't know.”You said kindly smiling at him.The walk with him was slightly awkward after the mention of your parents ‘Death’.Alas the two of you were back at the Casita, not being able to handle the awkward tension between you, you were about to go upstairs and ask Mirabel about their gifts on how it was produce.

“Um Hermosa...about earlier..I'd like to apologize again.”Camilo said which made you guilty as ever, YOU.NEVER.LIE.ABOUT.YOUR.PARENTS.

“I-it's fine, honestly that's how life is right?The unexpected happens!”You said waving his apology off which made Camilo slightly frown but never less let you went to you and his Prima's room.The whole night was him thinking about how to make it up to you, for asking such a question and as for you, you were thinking about your twin brother and his arrival.

Anyways This is long I suppose,I hope you enjoyed<3 There's a chance the next part will be late because...School work..yay.....But anyways stay safe!Also Celìo's part might be on the next part dunno really even tho I'm the author I'm not sure if Celìo's gonna take part in the next part.(´ε｀*)

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no way this AIN'T going to get a pt 2 right

wait for you

Inspired by the Book of Life.

You and Camilo were inseparable for as long as the two of you can remember though a fateful accident and an angry father would tear the two of you apart. Camilo vows wait for you. No matter how long it takes.

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“(Name)! Camilo!” A frustrated and angry scream had echoed on the streets of Encanto.

It was a common occurrence for the people of Encanto to hear one name after the other being yelled out followed by children’s laughter. Everyone had been used to it by now, shaking their heads as two familiar eight year old's had run by, hand in hand with one another.

The perpetrators? The trickster pair of Encanto, the infamous Camilo Madrigal and you, (Name) Castillo, the only daughter of the town’s revered tradesman as well as widower, Ignacio Castillo. The two of you had ruled the streets of Encanto with your pranks and jokes. It was an unlikely duo to be sure. Most thought of you as an angelic little girl who could do no wrong, unbeknownst to the people of Encanto, you were a menace. Maybe even worse than Camilo Madrigal whose infamy preceded his good deeds.

You two were inseparable, often being found side by side with one another. Many knew of the bond the two of you had. There was no Camilo without (Name), and there was no (Name) without Camilo.

“C’mon, (Name)!” Camilo exclaims as he pulls you to the townsquare, intent on losing the angry baker whose face was red with anger and covered with flour, chasing the two of you.

It would have been a normal occurrence had Camilo not been distracted by you. It was no secret that he had admired you, and as an eight year old boy, he thought nothing of it. Just some silly little crush that made butterflies flutter in his tummy. Just some silly crush that would have him awake all night thinking of that smile on your face. Just some silly little crush.. right? His freckled cheeks reddened as he tightened his hand on yours, giving it a squeeze as he looked back at your smiling face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you had laughed before your happy face had turned into one of horror and he felt you tug on his hand.

“¡Estar atento! Camilo, look out!” Before he could react he could feel himself crash into someone, ruana snagging onto a particular sharp corner of one of the milk crates in the farmer’s hands, pulling you with him and you had recognized the shouts of alarm from the local dairy farmer. Crates of precious bottled milk came toppling over and the milk had soaked the once dried path.

The aftermath was not a good one. You were both on the ground, reeling from the collision. Camilo groaned in pain, holding his head before a soft wince had caught his attention. He immediately sat up, ignoring his blurred vision, his now ruined ruana, and the pounding of his head.

“¿Estás bien, (Name)?!” The shapeshifter was by your side, helping you sit up. He grimaced at the sight before him but all he could focus on was you who gave him a toothy grin, ignoring your own pain to answer the worried boy.

“I’m alright, Camilo.” You reassure but before you can say anything more, a familiar and stern bark had made you stiffen up, freezing in Camilo’s embrace. “Oh no..” You had pursed your lips, glancing at the milk crates with the familiar brand that was embedded on the wooden grain.

‘Comercio de Castillo’ greeted your eyes and you knew you were doomed. Your father’s trade supplies. The whole lot of it now pooled underneath your sandals.

“(Name) Elena Mendoza Castillo!” You had paled, looking up to see your furious father. If he could have steam coming out of his ears you were sure he would have had it already. You hadn’t seen your father this angry before and you scrambled to stand up, grasping onto your now ruined dress that was stained with mud and milk. Shame filled you as a crowd had started to form, whispers and murmurs of gossipers filled your ears as they tried to see what had gone down.

“Papa..” You start weakly, unable to meet your father’s eyes. “Papá, Lo siento, we were just—“

“No, (Name), ¡He tenido suficiente! I have had enough!” He was red in the face. So red it put Isabela’s roses to shame.

“Señor, (Name) didn’t do anything,” Camilo starts weakly. Although he himself was afraid, he didn’t dare show it, mustering up the courage to stand between you and your father. Ignacio’s eyes softened for a moment but had hardened once more once he saw the bruises that appeared as the result of your painful collision with the crates and he shook his head. For a moment you were sure he’d just sigh again like always and then let you off but today was different. Today, it seemed like he had enough. “I was the one who bumped into the milk crates, please don’t be angry, Señor. I’m sure my abuela can do something about the–”

“No.” Ignacio was stone-faced, his tone firm as if he had settled upon something in his mind. He had ignored Camilo’s attempts of calming him down. “Tienes que parar. This has to stop. For too long I have been patient with you, mija. But no more.”

“Papa? What do you mean?” Clueless and dreading the worst, you ask.

“You are to leave Encanto. No longer am I putting up with this.. This reckless behavior. You are to attend boarding school in the city. I am no longer tolerating this behavior, (Name). Either you learn to become proper or you do not return at all.”

Camilo’s eyes widened. You? Leave? He immediately whipped his head to turn to you, your lower lip quivering as you burst into tears. Though there was little he could do as your father had swiftly picked you up in his arms, giving Camilo a look that the boy was unable to read before he marched to the direction of your home, your fists hitting the older man’s back as you sobbed and tried to reach out for Camilo.

You weren’t seen in town for days after that. Even as he waited upon your front gates with an apology he had practiced for a long while. The accident was relaid to his family and he had an earful of scolding from his mama, cautioning him of playing with you for a while as they heard of Ignacio’s scolding. The whole town had known what had gone down for rumors spread fast in a town as little as Encanto. Though that did not deter him. Everyday he had waited on the gates of your home. And everyday he would be disappointed as there was no sight of you. Today was different though, armed with flowers he had yanked from Isabela’s room, a basket of arepas from his Tia Julieta, and a chameleon stuffed toy he had made with the help of his mother, he had made his way to your home again. Only to find there was a horse-drawn carriage in front of your home.

It was only then he had spotted you, tears still streaming down your face as your father had knelt down, saying something he couldn’t quite hear. He could only make sense of a few words.

‘I’m sorry.. for your own good.. mother.. I don’t want you to end up.. same as her..”

You turn away from an apologetic Ignacio who had only sighed and gently embraced you before you had wriggled out of his grasp, clutching onto your dress as you made your way towards the carriage, not even noticing that Camilo had stood there until he said something.

“(Name)?”

You turned to look at him.

“Camilo..” Trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears that didn’t seem to stop no matter how much you rubbed, you caught his clueless gaze, smiling weakly as you spoke.

“I have to go.” The whisper made Camilo swallow thickly. “Papá wants me to learn how to be more proper.. how to be more ladylike..” He saw you grimace and stick your tongue out in distaste and if it weren’t for your departure, he would’ve laughed. He heard you sniffle before he felt you gently touching the ruana he wore. It was still ripped from the incident a few days ago.

Although he would want nothing more for you to stay, your father’s words, like his abuela Alma’s, was law. He nodded before gently pulling out the yellow chameleon stuffed toy that he had made. It wasn’t the most proper looking stuffed toy. It had mismatched stitching with different colored threads, buttons for eyes differing in size, but its eye colors had resembled Camilo’s.

You gasped as he gave it to you with a sheepish smile. “I figured, you needed a little part of town to go with you.” You held the stuffed toy close.

“Thank you, Camilo.” You murmur softly before you gently rummaged through the pile of leather chests, pulling out a white box with a yellow ribbon on it and handing it to him.

“This is to make up for ruining your ruana.”

Camilo parted his lips to say something, only to be interrupted by the coachman that took his place in front of the carriage. “Señorita Castillo. It’s time to leave.”

You purse your lips, glancing at Camilo briefly. “I have to go. Don’t forget me, okay?” You rushed past him, entering the carriage as you struggled to keep the tears at bay. Settling yourself on the soft cushions of the carriage seats, you held the stuffed toy close, intent on naming him Amarillo. Yellow as the sun that reminded you of the Madrigal boy.

Said curly haired boy had watched as you disappeared in the carriage, placing the box on the ground and carefully opening it up to reveal a yellow ruana with dark yellow stripes and chameleons embroidered on it. His eyes widened and he smiled, holding the ruana close to his chest, only then noticing the note that accompanied it.

‘If you see someone without a smile on their face, give them one of yours.’ And beside it was your name in delicate cursive swirls. ‘(Name)’

The carriage you sat in had moved, making you jerk forward and hold onto the stuffed toy tighter. Tears threatened to flow down your cheeks as you curled up against the walls of the carriage. You pulled your knees to your chest, trembling.

“(Name)..!” A shout had brought you out of your somber thoughts and you peered out the window to see Camilo running alongside your carriage. “When you come back, I’ll be sure to make you smile everyday!”

A smile graced your lips as you watched him run whilst holding his ruana close until he could run no longer. You sat back on your seat, clutching the stuffed chameleon close, a part of you knowing that you would return to the magical town of Encanto one day. And the thought comforted you. No longer did the tears come as someday you knew you would reunite with Camilo again.

Camilo still ran, his little legs burning as he tried in vain to catch up, only stopping when your carriage had left his sight and had left the town. He had sworn on that very moment that he would wait for you for however long it takes and would do right to ensure his promise to you would be fulfilled.

“I will wait for you.” He says, a look of determination on his features as he slipped the ruana on himself, smiling fondly.

For as long as it takes.

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so i know i said i would rest up but i couldn’t help it 😤✨ ive rewatched the book of life and thought why not make a camilo madrigal inspired fic ! let me know what you think and if you want to see more ?

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ABUELA

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

Masterlist

“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.

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“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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THE ADVENTURES OF BABY Y/N MADRIGAL

Madrigal x reader

Summary: A sequel to A Miracle Happened, a story of Y/n growing up or also known as a series filler chapters for my first series.

First Words

Months after the Madrigals was blessed with a unique type of miracle, not the usual kind that they receive when a certain kid comes to age but a certain kid itself!

Y/n Madrigal the newest member of the family, it has been 10 months now after Pepa had gave birth to her, though the crippling anxiety of the baby not growing to be healthy was still lurking on Pepa's mind, seeing the baby turns out just well gives her relief.

Everyday, the family spends time with the new member, each one trying to teach her something whether it is to crawl, to walk, or talk.

And that's where Pepa's new anxiety arise. The baby can now walk a few steps, can even sprint before almost face planting herself right to the floor— thankfully Felix have good reflexes, but Y/n cannot talk yet.

Based on Pepa's experience from her 3 kids and her sobrinas, this is the time of age where babies starts to speak a few words.

"Pepi, you have nothing to worry about, the baby will eventually talk. I mean Dolores learns how to talk a bit later than Isabela when they were a kid" Felix tries to calm his wife who has dark clouds now forming above her head.

"But that just because Dolores was a shy kid and she actually knows how to talk, she just talks to Isabela. Y/n is a very active baby, even more active than Camilo when he was younger and yet she still can't say Mama or Papa" Pepa started freaking out.

"Maybe it's because I gave birth to her at such an old age, maybe it was my fault. What if she is mute, Oh Dios, I should've taken care of myself better when I was pregnant to her, I thought I–" Pepa's rambling was then cut off by Felix kissing her cheeks.

Though the action made Pepa somehow flustered, the dark clouds is still flashing with lightning.

"Amor, the baby is going to be fine. Everyone is helping Y/n to learn how to speak, it's just a matter of time. How about we take a good night sleep first then in the morning we can try teaching her to say some words." Seeing as the clouds slowly disappear from his wife's head, Felix smiles proudly at his victorious attempt at calming Pepa.

The couple had cuddled on Pepa's bed and starts to drift off. Let's just wish tommorow is going to be the day where Y/n can call Pepa "mama" or "mami".

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The rising sun shines to the colorful village, and the Family Madrigal is now eating their breakfast.

Y/n is having a blast at making a mess out of the soft fruits on her high chair. Her laughter fills the table as Camilo and Mirabel try to make funny faces.

"Well I have already check up the town folks and it seems that there's not much chores, only a few donkeys scattered around the plaza and a few people who needs to be tend to. After the magic is back, the village seems to be much more independent than before which is a great opportunity for us to take a rest" Abuela starts with announcing the chpres everyone need to do.

Only Julietta and Luisa who is going to accompanied by Antonio are the ones who have to do their usual chores, the rest of the family of course will still help with other things like running to the village to buy stuff or help on the deliveries.

Pepa see this as an opportunity to teach her daughter to talk, and her children and sobrinas wants to join in.

And so after the Family had donw their chores, all of them had gathered on their courtyard (Does casita have salas?)

Y/n thinking it was a play date started asking each member of the family to use their gifts, Camilo had shapeshifted to multiple person trying to sing and act like the people he imitates but Y/n just decided to mirror his actions and not his words.

"Here Y/n/n, can you say flower? Look I have a flower here, say flower" Isabela was the next one to attempt making Y/n talk. Much to her dismay, the baby only just attempts to eat the dandelion Isabela gave to her.

Even Bruno try to say his catchphrase "knock on wood" to see if his sobrina will finds it funny and repeat what he was saying.

After each attempt Pepa grew much more frustrated, well it has been clear, her seems to be incapable of talking.

The rest of the family however don't want to give up yet, desperation was present to their actions that they started to talk over the other.

It was now pure chaos and the baby was now sensing the pressure and tension coming from her family. As the noise grew louder, Y/n finally snapped and started crying.

Pepa's cloud just grew much more, after seeing her daughter distraught face.

She immediately carries Y/n, bouncing the baby on her arms.

The thunder cloud is turning into a sprinkle, as Pepa is still trying to calm Y/n down, thoughts of her daughter being not able to even call her mama is heartbreaking for her. Small droplets is not pouring down the both of them.

Y/n looks at the droplets in amazement.

Pepa had realized this and gave Y/n to her dad, which then leads to Y/n crying more as she reach for her mom.

"Cariño, I can't carry you right now, not with this thing" Pepa tries to explain to her daughter while calming herself too.

It was useless, Y/n kept squirming away from her father's arms and kept reaching for Pepa as tears and snot fell down her face.

"M-ma!"

Y/n blurted out as she still reach out for Pepa. Everyone was in shock. It was probably just the baby's giberrish language.

"M-mami!" Y/n said it again, by this time Pepa's cloud is already gone.

"She said mami... SHE SAID MAMI!" Pepa showers her daughters with kisses and praises

"Ay mi amor, I'm so happy, I love you" another kiss from the cheeks was given to Y/n by Pepa.

"No fair, now it's 3-1. The only one from our kid who's first word is Papa is Dolores" Felix jokes

Everyone laughs, this day should be memorable, and so the family decided to treasure this event with a picture to celebrate Y/n's first word.

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And that is the end of the first filler chapter, I will be updating my series weekly, and I'll try to answer requests every other day. This is my posting schedule, since I don't have an official one yet, this may change since academic break will give me time to be much more active but this is all for now.

[cockroaxh]

Mirabel: Hey, Camilo? Can I get some dating advice?

Camilo: Just because I'm with (Y/N) doesn't mean I know how I did it.

[cockroaxh]

We’ll make this work, I promise [camilo x f!reader]

Summary: [name] is camilo’s s/o, when he introduced her to the family, abuela got angry and forbid her grandson to ever see the girl again. Though, that didn’t stop the prankster to meet up with the love of his life.

Warning: karen angry abuela. Oh! And also death as well as killing <3 long story.

Note: he/him for camilo, she/her for the reader. Third point of view.

“You’re gonna love my family! They’re very welcoming, and friendly— oh! Not to mention my tia’s arepa, they’re so delicious!”

Camilo exclaimed excitedly, while he held the girl’s hand as she walk on the trunk of a fallen tree. The two of them have been dating for 2 months now, and it’s not rare for the shape-shifter to talk about his family.

[Name], as always, listen to his random ramblings from time to time. The [hair. color] actually doesn’t mind when he talks, she likes the sound of his voice.

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The two met at the river, on a late afternoon. [Name]’s grandfather got into a fight with her parents, due to the couple not letting the elder spend enough time with his granddaughter, this cause her to run away, not used to the screaming and the blaming.

Her relationship with her parents is close, they barely fight, only small playful arguments, ever since her grandfather came back, he was surprised that his daughter got a child, and wanting to make it up for disappearing for years, he kinda spoil her.

She doesn’t know why her parents are against her grandfather, he’s a really nice guy.

Camilo decided to look around a little farther from the town, he walked around playing with the snails and bugs that he came across, being goofy as usual.

But his smile faded away when he saw a girl, crying on the other side of a river. Her little sniffles are heard while she played with the rocks, he can tell that she’s trying to calm her breathing by distracting herself.

He hates the sight of her crying, even though he doesn’t know the girl, yet he still wants to see her smile or laugh.

[Name] didn’t seem to notice the boy staring at her from the other side of the river, taking this as his chance to approach the girl.

He reaches into the waters to see if it’s deep or not, luckily it’s shallow. Taking off his sandals, fixing the cups of his pants, he made his way to the girl through the river.

“Hey, ‘you alright?”

[Name] flinched at a sudden call, turning around seeing a stranger right beside her, making her yelp and lose focus on her breathing.

The curly-haired boy found her adorable, despite her slightly scared face, her puffy eyes and nose looked so cute. Even though she looked irresistibly adorable, she’s not supposed to be crying, not on his watch.

“Woah, it’s just me, it’s okay, breath with me” Camilo breathes in, waiting patiently for her to mimic his actions.

The [hair. color] imitates the boy, though her is shakier. The shape-shifter helped [name] gain her normal breathing once again, making him pat her head as a sign of a good job.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s bothering you, princesa?”

Ever since that moment, the two became instant friends, they would see each other every late afternoon, just talking about their day. The boy showed her about the shapeshifting gift he got when he was 5, it kinda freaked her out.

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“They sound so lovely,” she paused, “I hope I can meet your family since you already met mine,”

“Wait, really?” When the [eye. color]-eyed glanced at her significant other, seeing his eyes light up with excitement.

“Yea, I mean you’ve come to my house every now and then, my parents also know that we’re dating. I think it’s time for me to meet your family—BUT IF YOU’RE AGAINST THE IDEA, I’M OKAY WIT-”

“That’s a great idea! So when are you coming over?! I want to show you around the house! Oh! Maybe get your future read by my tio, or you get to taste my tia’s delicious meals, i can tell my mama will love you too!”

He was practically jumping from excitement, “oh, that would be so lovely, mi armor!” He exclaimed, lifting her and spun animatedly.

[name] let out a chuckle, tapping softly at her boyfriend’s arm, signaling that she’s getting dizzy. Once he put her down, Camilo’s already reciting their family’s schedule, whether they have a person coming over, or a family member that can’t come over, he wants her to meet them all.

“Okay, tomorrow, you’re having dinner with my family. I’m going to pick you up at 6:30, alright? Ah! We need to ask your parents first, let’s go!”

“Did you eat a whole pack of sugar?”

“I’m just so excited! You’re gonna love my mama, she’s wonderful!”

Yep, mama’s boy

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