#camilosunshxne fics

[calswildflcwer]

Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

[sesamestreet47]

hi! i wonder if u read other encanto (esp camilo x reader) fics? and if so what are ur faves :D

i do! i mainly read on ao3, but here's a list of my favorite tumblr writers:

@nodos-still-breathing - i love her modern AU story "Where'd your brain go Madrigal?"

@camilosunshxne - cute stories, from scrolling through her blog i see that she's very active and very nice, this is irrelevant but i love her theme

@the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose - just found this blog

@justanothercamilofan - not active anymore unfortunately

@0bsessedp0et - again, not active anymore, but worth checking out

@soliravioli - not active, favorite story "camilo madrigal with a passive agressive s/o"

@dos-oroguitas - not active, masterlist worth checking out

@sweetgazes - once again, not active, but worth checking out

that would be it when it comes to tumblr

favorite stories on ao3:

"Playing Pretend" by ThatGirlWithASquid - literally such a good story, highly recommend it, the writing, the plot, the dialogue, just amazing

"A Splash of Paint and a Wave of Emotions" by BleepieBloopie - again, such a good story, made me cry once, the plot is amazing and the feels, so many feels

"My Idiota" by reeseu - a long one shot, very cute, kinda a comfort read

"to find your half-orange" by neverlander - this one made me cry, original idea, cute, i come back to reread it often

"singing inside a bubble" by cherryspliced - just found this story, fell in love, Camilo being a protective brother is my favorite Camilo

"We Don't talk About Pepa - Encanto AU" by AiHammie - have yet to read the story, but i follow the artist on Instagram and i love their page so much, this one isn't a Camilo x reader story, it's an AU where Pepa was the one to run away instead of Bruno and Camilo is the one without the gift

that would be it

thank you for the ask <3

[chamileonidae]

Hello everyone! This is an announcement, I will be closing this account but my writings will stay! My encanto fixation had ended and honestly i had a lot of fun writing for carlos and camilo. I want to personally even thank camilo for awakening back my hobby in writing because if i hadnt started to write for him then i would probably still be in a slump.

I want to end this message with some fic recommendations, some of my favourites throughout the time I've spent here.

Most of these are oneshots because series kinda just never made it to my favourite lists, idk why.

Fic recs under the cut!

🌟 - fluff. 🎀 - angst.

ay mamacita 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by dos-oroguitas] (what happens when camilo finds you in his ruana?) - bulletpoints -

right over your head 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by camiloamor] (sending secret admire airplane shaped letters to your one and only best friend, camilo) - oneshot -

wonderland 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by celamoon] (soulmate!au) - oneshot -

kiss her you fool 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by wwillowtrees] (cause you've only got one chance, youve only got one chance. kiss her you fool) - oneshot -

just a friend to you 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by justanothercamilofan] (do friends really kiss eachother's cheeks that way?) - one shot -

can you say it again? 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by caramellahoney] (reader who is mute by choice) - one shot -

soft kiss 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by caramellahoney] (camilo being down bad lmao) - one shot -

connect-the-freckles one , two 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by caramellahoney] (literally taking a marker and connecting camilo's freckles) - two part series -

serotonin one , two 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by mihlo] (idiots to lovers) - two part series -

how to get the one 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by sweetgazes] (you found an interesting piece of paper with camilo's handwriting) - one shot -

flustered 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by caramellahoney] (showering camilo with compliments and he gets flustered) - drabble(?) -

drowsy 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by mihlo] (taking a nap outside? sure! how about waking up with your lover in front of you?) - drabble -

“cásate conmigo por favor." 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by caramellahoney] (soulmate!au) - one shot -

love and adoration. 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by justanothercamilofan] (showering camilo with your adoration for him) - one shot -

sunny kisses 🌟

camilo x gn!reader [by bobastar] - one shot -

baking session 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by camilosunshxne] - one shot -

dandelions 🌟 (a bit of 🎀)

camilo x fem!reader [by sesamestreet47] - one shot -

grant me a wish (or just your time) 🌟

camilo x male!reader [by undercoveravenger] - one shot -

second 🎀 to 🌟

camilo x fem!reader [by uni-senpai-chan] (when you've always been second until he shows up) - one shot -

amorcito 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by dos-oroguitas] - one shot -

good little girl 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by justanothercamilofan] - one shot -

i want what they have 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by pink02] - one shot -

cariña 🌟 (a bit 🎀)

carlos x gn!reader [by froggywritesstuff] - one shot -

seeking your attention 🌟 (a little 🎀)

carlos x fem!reader [by justanothercamilofan] (enemies to lovers) - one shot -

dating carlos 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by justanothercamilofan] - headcanons -

hey hey jealousy 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by kitasgloves] - one shot -

carlos having a crush 🌟

carlos x gn!reader [by desichameleon] - headcanons -

carlos' power hcs

carlos madrigal [by desichameleon] - headcanons -

[calswildflcwer]

Henloooo! I am back in my Carlos Madrigal phase (don’t ask how) and have started writing again. I have began writing a series (i won’t say miniseries bc we know my series are never mini lmao) but anyways, that probably won’t be posted for a while BUT i am gonna start writing a small one shot inspired by a song I love soon (which MIGHT end up being a miniseries depending on the reception it receives and where I wanna go with it) but yaaaah, also, special thanks goes to Tiggy (@tigreost) because she’s the one who has always inspired and kept me motivated to keep writing the series and is the one who motivated me to start writing for Carlos again 🤭

[calswildflcwer]

Okay! Hi all, Bee here obvs, idek if I still have any mutuals active here anymore lmao buuuut… I have decided that, since I no longer have a master list and no longer write fics for this acc since the Encanto/Carlos fanbase has kinda died out, I am gonna create a “Encanto One Shots/Series” book on Wattpad instead and basically put all of my old Encanto one shots and series in that book so that they’re all in one place as the links no longer work on most of my stories now since changing my username here so it’s difficult when people come across one of my fics and can’t get to the next part of the story bc the link doesn’t work 😭

Anyways, yaaah… If any of y’all are still interested in my Carlos stories or my Encanto stories (i may be writing more at some point but idk yet) then they will all soon be moved over to my wattpad account, which is linked here and also in my intro post on my account! If anyone is interested, I will do another post once I’ve got the one shot book up on wattpad and have moved all of my fics over there! <33

[calswildflcwer]

The temptation to come back here but not write fics is actually hitting hard rn, but who’d even care at this point lmao 🤷🏻‍♀️

[calswildflcwer]

Can I Kiss You?

Pairing : Scott McCall x fem!oc.

Warnings : Foul language, mentions of death, character death, no comfort end, angst then fluff then no comfort.

Plot : Bluebell has made a list of rules that she lives by, she decides to break one of those rules and kisses the alpha, Scott McCall. However, things soon take a deathly turn.

Prompt : Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” “Fuck the rules.”

Pronouns used : he/him for Scott, she/her for Bluebell.

Note : All oc’s belong to me, please do not copy or steal any of my oc’s details. Thanks.

Info : Info about Bluebell here! Also, Scott will probably be ooc but it’s a fic so that much is obvious I guess.

Word count : 1.9k words.

OC taglist : @fairchildflag - You’ve already read this on Insta lmao but I wanted to post it here too 💖

OC Masterlist here!

Bluebell paced back and forth in her bedroom, going through the plan over and over in her head. What would she tell Scott? What would she even say?

“Scott, I’m so sorry I lied to you all this time. My name is actually Brooklyn Harris, I-I’m sure you recognise it-” she began to recite, quickly cutting herself off.

“Pfft! Of course he’ll recognise that name, you’ve tried killing him before.” Bluebell muttered to herself in the mirror, gripping the dressing table in front of her; her claws digging in and making scratch marks in the white painted oak. She took a deep breath, her claws slowly retracting back into her normal nails as she let out a deep sigh, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, deciding the best way to explain everything would be to write it down.

Dear Scott- “No, that’s wrong. It’s not a letter, Bluebell.” She groaned to herself, scribbling out what she had written.

She took a deep breath, slowly letting her hand glide across the paper; letting her words flow effortlessly. It didn’t take long for her to finish her note.

If you’re reading this, I’m probably either dead or I’ve just ran away… again.

Things weren’t supposed to end like this. You guys weren’t supposed to find out like this. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, one of them was becoming the biggest predator of the supernatural world, I was never meant to become a killer but with eyes as blue as mine- everybody already assumed the worst before even realising I wasn’t a werewolf, I’m a Werecoyote. I’m sure, by now, that Gerard has told you all the truth about me, a name I’m sure you’ll all recognise. My name is Brooklyn Harris, when I was ten, I was abandoned by my pack- made to survive this awful world alone. That’s when the hunters came. That’s when I became a killer, it started with just one of Gerard’s men, I didn’t care enough to remember his name. All I knew was that I had to survive, and with over ten guns pointed in my direction, there was no other option. Once I realised what I’d done, how dangerous I was, I ran… I ran and I didn’t stop, not for Derek, not for Argent’s men, not for Chris, and not even for you, Scott McCall. My choices were either fight or flight, I’d always been raised to claw my way out of any situation, so whenever I came across somebody I knew would try to stop me, somebody I didn’t trust, I would choose the latter and would fight and claw and scream and growl, I didn’t care what the outcome was, all I knew was that I needed to survive. This lifestyle earned me the title ‘the most dangerous of them all’, a title frequently used by Gerard Argent. I’m a predator, a dangerous and lethal predator who has so much blood on her hands. I thought I’d left that life behind, but it seems that no matter what I did or how much I changed my name or face- somebody out there would still recognise me. So this is my farewell, this is my goodbye, my departure note. I have to leave and I don’t think I’ll ever return. I broke rule number one; don’t fall in love with the alpha. Goodbye my love, my heart and my soul, Scott McCall,

Forever yours,

Brooklyn “Bluebell” Harris.

Bluebell left the note on her dresser before grabbing the duffel bag she had packed beforehand, she stopped at the front door; sparing one final glance over her shoulder before letting the safety door slam and sprinting away from the porch.

She stopped at the preserve, stepping over the chain and the do not enter sign. She placed a hand on the nearest tree to steady herself before glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed- she knew that Scott and the pack would be at her house by now.

Scott ran in through the door of his girlfriend’s home, “BLUEBELL!!” He called out. Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Malia and Chris were all behind him, “BLUE!!” He called out again, glancing over his shoulder with a wide eyed fearful look which Stiles quickly caught on to. “If she isn’t here, if we don’t find her- if Gerard finds her before us…” Scott began, worry emanating from his voice.

“She’ll be dead before she hits the ground.” Chris put in, letting a sigh leave his mouth.

Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Hey, we’ll find her, okay?” He reassured his best friend.

Scott sent an appreciative smile his way before turning towards the stairs, he sprinted up; Stiles, Derek and Chris were on his heel as Lydia and Malia searched downstairs. They searched around for a while before Stiles stood up straight, “Scott, Scott I got something.” He said, holding up the note.

Scott was by his side in seconds as he grabbed the note from Stiles’ hands, his eyes scanned back and forth, word after word. He let out a soft sigh, dropping the note to the floor, “Scott, what’s wrong?” Chris asked, worry evident in his voice.

“She’s gone. She’s run away.” Scott mumbled, his voice was low and tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks.

Stiles placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze as Derek spoke up, “Then we need to find her before Gerard does.” He said, throwing one of her scarfs towards Scott. “Track her scent.” He told him. Scott nodded, scrunching the scarf in his fists and pressing the garment to his nose, taking in her scent.

The footsteps became louder and louder behind her. The red lasers were shining through the trees, closer and closer to where Bluebell was. She quickly slinked behind a large oak tree, pressing her back against the wood as her chest heaved up and down repeatedly, she placed a hand over her mouth as she heard the voices on the other side of the tree becoming louder, “She definitely went this way, boys. She can’t run for long.” It was the voice that could make milk curdle, the voice that could bring even the toughest man to his knees, the voice that made her blood boil and skin crawl, the voice that belonged to Gerard Argent.

She heard the footsteps disperse, slowly getting further and further away. She let out a sigh of relief she didn’t even realise she was holding, and closed her eyes slightly as her breathing slowly went back to its normal pace.

Bluebell pushed herself away from the tree and began walking the opposite way, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she continued to walk. She spared a glance over her shoulder, however, this made her bump into someone. Her eyes widened before she turned her head, fear evident in her eyes as she stared at the intruder. “S-Scott?” She asked, “H-how did you find me?” She questioned.

“I tracked your scent.” He responded, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Look, Bluebell- or Brooklyn, whatever name you go by…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past. I don’t care that you’ve tried to kill me more than once, I don’t care about your past mistakes. I fell in love with the shy girl who always tried to stay at the back of the class, unnoticed, with a hoodie on even in one hundred degree weather. I fell in love with Bluebell Harris, I fell in love with the werecoyote, I fell in love with the blue glowing eyes, I fell in love with you, Bluebell. Your past, your mistakes, your old life- all of that, isn’t who you are. You? The real you? It isn’t the monster who did the horrible stuff, it’s the girl who was mortified by the horrible stuff she did. You are loved, you’re loved by me, you’re like a daughter to Chris, you’ve become good friends with Derek, you’re best friends with Lydia and Malia and Serenity would be so lost without you.” He told her, sitting her on a nearby log.

“I don’t know, Scott.” She sighed, placing her head in her hands. “No matter how far I run, no matter how much I change about myself, somebody will always recognise me and some people will never forgive the things I’ve done.”

“Don’t change anything about yourself, you’re perfect as you are.” He told her, resting his forehead against the side of her head, planting a soft kiss to the top of her ear.

She tilted her head, slowly turning it and staring at the alpha, “Didn’t you read rule number one in that note?” She asked, biting her lip slightly as she stared into his eyes.

“I did.” He grinned, licking his lips slightly as his eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. “Exactly how many rules did you make?” He questioned.

“Ten.” She whispered softly, staring into his eyes.

“That’s a lot of rules, Blue.” He whispered back.

“They’re the rules I try to live by.” She whispered, her own eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and lips. She lifted her hand, pressing it against his cheek, “But then you came around and you just…” She sighed slightly with a soft smile shining on her features, “You just changed my whole world.” She chuckled softly.

He watched her, a smile emanating from his own features as he leaned forward, “Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” He asked, padding his thumb across her cheek.

She stared up at him through her lashes, a smile quickly spread across her features as her pupils were blown wide; biting her lips, the next words flowed freely, “Fuck the rules!” She whispered, letting him lean down and crash his lips against hers.

She kissed back just as passionately, her arms wrapping around him as her fingers became entangled in his hair whilst his hands gripped her waist.

That was until a shadow came over the pair of them, “Well well well, isn’t this sweet?” There it was again, that milk curdling voice.

The pair pulled away, Bluebell’s protective instinct slowly kicking in as she quickly rose to her feet and stood in front of her boyfriend, “Oh, you foolish child, I never wanted Scott. We only ever wanted you, Brooklyn.” He smirked, grabbing her roughly.

Her hands were bound above her as she was dangled from a tree. She stared at Scott, a fearful and apologetic look in her eyes as he was held back by a few of Gerard’s men. Her eyes widened as she watched Gerard pull out a long, steel sword. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact that she knew was bound to come.

Scott watched in horror, trying to fight against the men who were holding him back but there were too many of them, “Gerard, no! Please!” Scott pleaded as Gerard lifted the sword; the tip glinted in the sunlight that was shining through the trees.

Gerard wore an evil grin as he swung the sword as hard as he could, cutting the young girl in half at the waist. Her body fell limp immediately as Scott fell to his knees, letting out an agonising and painful scream which soon turned into a roar. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Gerard signalled for his men to leave, Scott stared at the hanging body of his girlfriend. His tears quickly becoming a waterfall as he knelt on the ground and screamed out.

The others skidded to a halt behind him, Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, trying to hold back his own tears as he stared at the scene in front of him, Scott’s painful screams echoed through the forest. They were too late. Far too late.

She was gone.

Henloooo! Welcome back to another oc fic! 🤪 The og Teen Wolf characters are probably very much poc but I mean, it’s a Fic so that’s bound to happen, please do lemme know what y’all think tho angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe. Mwaaaah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Marry Me ! ~ Part One

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader

Warnings : Can’t think of any, but let me know if there is.

Plot : You, Camilo and Mirabel are all eighteen and enjoying a party for Abuela, a party in which Camilo gets too drunk which results in him making a bet with Mirabel about you. As you put him to bed, he sweetly asks you to marry him, your reply is something he will remember for the rest of his life.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This story happens after the events of Encanto. Mirabel, Camilo and you are all eighteen and are of legal drinking age in this so please don’t be worried about the drinking.

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You stood, leaning on the doorframe. You weren’t into partying that much, however the Madrigals always threw the biggest parties and this really wasn’t your scene. They were currently celebrating Alma’s birthday. Your two best friends were sitting at a table not too far from your standing position, they were talking over their drinks as you stood swirling yours around your glass.

“Are you not having fun, mija?” You heard someone say. You turned your head to see Pepa, she’d began calling you her daughter around ten years ago, a year after you became friends with Camilo. You’d known Mirabel since the both of you were two years old, however you’d only been friends with Camilo since you were around seven.

You sent a smile Pepa’s way, “I’m fine, mami.” You spoke. This caused a rainbow to appear above her head as she entered the party, you watched her disappear into the dancing crowd before glancing down at your glass and drinking down the last of the red coloured liquid.

Later that night, you were dancing with Pepa who was making light hail fall over the two of you. You laughed with her as the pair of you danced, she’d been like a mother to you ever since you became friends with Mirabel and Camilo. Your laughter seemed to be filling the room as Camilo and Mirabel watched you.

“She’s so pretty.” Camilo sighed dreamily causing Mirabel to flick his cheek. “She’s been helping me make Dolores’ wedding dress.” Mirabel began, getting Camilo’s attention. “She said she’d want me to design her wedding dress, but that’ll never happen.” She continued.

Camilo frowned, “Why not?” He asked. “She’ll never be married, ‘Milo.” Mirabel sighed. “Why not?” Camilo asked again. “She’s turned down every single guy in Encanto. She will never marry anyone.” Mirabel shrugged.

“I bet she will.” Camilo spoke. “Bet she won’t.” Mirabel argued. “Bet she will.” “Bet she won’t.” “Bet she will.” “Bet she won’t.” “Bet she wi-” “What’s going on here?” A voice cut through their betting war.

A squeak escaped Camilo’s throat upon seeing that the owner of the voice was you, “Oh, we were just having a little betting game.” Mirabel smiled. “What were you betting over?” You asked, placing your hand on the back of Mirabel’s chair and leaning over the girls shoulder to grab your glass from the table. You took a sip to hydrate yourself slightly, after being out of breath from dancing.

Camilo’s eyes widened as Mirabel choked on her drink slightly, a squeak behind you suddenly getting your attention. You turned your head to see Dolores, “They were betting whether you will ever get married or not.” She told you. You cocked an eyebrow before turning back to your two best friends, “oh really?!” A playful smirked tugged at your lips as you watched their panicked expressions.

It was getting late into the evening when you heard a clap of thunder, your brows knitted together in confusion as you rose to your feet. You excused yourself from a conversation with Julieta and Mirabel as you headed to find the cause of the thunder.

You didn’t have to travel far, you found Pepa in the kitchen pacing slightly, a dark cloud above her head as thunder clapped. “Pepi…” Félix was trying to calm his wife. “Mami?” You asked softly. The older woman in the yellow dress turned to you.

“What’s wrong, mami?” You found yourself asking. Pepa couldn’t contain the smile that forced itself onto her face, the same smile she had every single time you called her mami. Instead of replying to you, she let out an exasperated sigh before collapsing into a chair. “Papi?” You began turning to Félix. “Camilo got drunk. He’s blackout drunk and to make matters worse, he took off running when he knew that we found out.” The older man sighed.

You nodded before kneeling in front of Pepa. You grabbed the older woman’s hands in both of yours and gave her a warm smile, “Don’t worry, mami. I’ll find him, okay?” You reassured her. Your thumb stroked the back of her hand as her fingers curled around your hands; holding them gently in her own. Her breathing slowly calmed down as she stared into your eyes. She trusted you, she loved you, you were like a daughter to her.

The cloud above her head slowly disappeared as you stared at her, your eyes holding the same love they did when you stared at your own mama. “Go and enjoy your mama’s party, mami. Leave ‘Milo to me.” You smiled, pulling the woman to her feet and hugging her. She kissed your cheek and laced her arms around you.

“Thank you, mija.” She whispered as Félix took his wife’s hand and began leading her back to the party. You watched her go before glancing around, lifting your head and heading to the one place you knew Camilo would go when hiding from his parents.

You left la casita and made your way to the hill behind the building, seeing a very drunk and very happy Camilo staring at the sky. “Knew I’d find you here.” You said as you sat beside him. He turned his head at your voice, “Watching the moon again?” You asked, only to receive a nod in return. “You know, ‘Milo. Your parents are worried sick.” You said as you hugged yourself. There was a cold breeze in the air tonight.

Camilo turned to you once again, watching as you hugged yourself. “Come on amigo, we need to get you to bed.” You sighed. Camilo sent a smirk your way, causing you to roll your eyes. “Not like that, idiota.” You slapped him before grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.

He swayed slightly, “Woah! No, too fast.” He mumbled as his cheeks bloated slightly and he looked like he was about to throw up. “Okay, no, we need to get you to the bathroom before you throw up.” You groaned as you pulled his arm over your shoulder and helped him walk back into la casita.

You made it back inside and took him to the bathroom as quickly as you could, only just making it as he sat in front of the toilet and began throwing up. You sat beside him, rubbing his back, essentially helping him to get it all out. “You’re such a good friend, (name).” He mumbled. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” You cheekily replied with a smug smirk. He rolled his eyes as he wiped his mouth, you stood up and filled a glass with water from the sink before handing it to him. He gratefully took it and began to drink.

You soon pulled him up and helped him to his bedroom, “You’re my favourite person, amor.” He whispered as you laid him on his bed. “I love everything about you.” He continued sleepily. You watched as he did before seeing him change into a pair of shorts and a shirt, you turned away as he changed; not wanting to invade his privacy.

“I love you too, chameleon.” You smiled as he dropped back onto his bed. You grabbed his blankets and began tucking him in but he grabbed your hand, you stopped abruptly and stared down at him, “I really do love you, mi amor.” He whispered sleepily. “I love you too.” You repeated the words with ease. He was your best friend but he was also the boy you had been in love with for four years.

“You were with me before my gift. You accepted me, you knew the real me. I know we didn’t become proper friends until we were seven but you always had my back, even before my ceremony. You’re the only person who always really accepted the real me, besides mami and papi of course.” He rambled as his eyes fluttered shut.

You stared down at the curly haired boy, “I will always be with you, ‘Milo.” You reassured him whilst running your fingers through his curly locks. This seemed to relax him slightly, his body relaxing under your touch as you removed your hand that he was holding from his grip and finished tucking him in, still running your fingers through his hair.

“(Name), will you marry me?” He whispered. Your breathing hitched slightly in your throat as you stared down at the boy, his hands were clutching his blankets and your fingers stopped in his hair momentarily. His lips were parted, soft snores leaving his mouth. His breathing was relaxed and you instantly knew he was fast asleep.

“Some day, Camilo.” You whispered, leaning forward and kissing his forehead as you slowly untangled your fingers from his curls. You rose to your feet, “Some day.” You whispered once again before heading towards the door and reaching for the doorknob.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” Your hand paused on the doorknob as you turned your head. Looking over your shoulder you saw Camilo, his eyes were still half closed but he wore a lopsided grin. You smiled softly at him as his burnt chestnut eyes stared back at you, your fingers switched the light switch; turning it off so that the room was in darkness. “Get some sleep, ‘Milo.” You said as you finally twisted the doorknob.

As you left the room, you collided with someone. You groaned slightly before glancing down, seeing your other best friend sitting on her butt and staring up at you with an irritated look on her face. “Were you… Listening?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. She adjusted her green specs on her nose and stood back up.

“No…” You gave her a pointed look. “Maybe?” She chuckled causing you to raise an eyebrow again. “Okay, okay, yes. Yes I was earwigging and you do realise he’s gonna hold that over you for the rest of your life until you do marry him, right?!” She relented before asking.

“Oh, Mira, of course I realise that. And one day, I will say yes to him. When the time is right.” You smirked at your best friend before heading towards the stairs. She quickly chased after you, easily catching up to you.

“You do realise you’ve let him win our bet about you now?” She asked. “Technically, Mira, you also win the bet.” You smirked slightly. Her brows furrowed and her features showed signs of confusion as you descended the stairs.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, chasing you once again. You cocked an eyebrow, stopping in the centre of the floor as you turned to your best friend.

“It was around fou… No, five years ago. We were thirteen and I kept watching him and you said ‘I bet you’ll marry him someday’ when I asked who, you pointed to Camilo so I said ‘I bet I won’t’ and the argument lasted for about five minutes until Isabela told us both to shut up. So, technically speaking, mi amiga, you also won the bet.” You smirked before taking a few steps backwards and disappearing off into the crowd to continue the night at hand.

Mira watched you, confusion etched onto her features as she watched you disappear. That’s when she had an idea, she had an amazing, wonderful, terrible idea. A smirk found it’s way onto her lips as she watched you dancing with Pepa once again before turning on her heel and ascending back up the stairs.

“Time to get started on your wedding dress then, mi amiga.” She whispered evilly to herself, knowing you would kill her if you found out.

~ Hello, hello, hello! Once again, this has probably been done before but shh, I’m unoriginal okay. I used to have a story like this on Wattpad but decided to change it slightly for this. If anyone would like a part two, please let me know and I will happily create another part to this but please also know I am notoriously bad at writing fluff but I shall try. Anyways, thanks for reading sweeties! Sending y’all so much love and pizza! 💖

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The Language Of Flowers

Pairing : Isabela x fem!reader

Warnings : Just pure fluff.

Plot : You decide to ask Isabela to teach you the meanings of different flowers so that you can make her a bouquet with a special meaning.

Pronouns used : she/her for Isabela, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is super super rushed and just not very good at all, I apologise for that but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless or not, either one works lmao.

Other Madrigals taglist : @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @samiiika, @soumya-13, @moon-cakiie, @ignoremepeople37.

Isabela Madrigal. She was known to you. Of course she was known to you, all of your life you had been taught to be prim and proper, to stand straight, your shoulders firm and not drooped, your chin high. You had been taught to speak loud and clearly, to not mumble your words, to not whisper or speak under your breath. You had been taught to be perfect your whole life, the only person to ever understand your frustration was the oldest Madrigal grandchild, Isabela.

A year prior to the fall of Casita, you had shyly admitted your feelings to ‘señorita perfecta’. Unbeknownst to you, she was feeling the same way. However, neither of you could act upon your feelings due to her betrothal to Mariano Guzmán. The town's dorky hunk who often relied a little too much on his mother, so the pair of you kept your relationship a secret; never letting on that you were seeing each other, the only person who knew was Dolores.

Things had changed so much since then, Isabela was no longer expected to be perfect and the pair of you could finally be free. You wandered through the town hand in hand with Isabela, the sun shining down on your faces, you figured that her aunt must be having a good day. You let out a soft gasp, seeing a small flower sprouting from between the tiles of the sidewalk, “What’s that one mean?!” You asked, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Isabela eyed you, a slight twinkle shining in her eyes as she pushed her blue powder dyed hair over her shoulder to get a closer look at the flower in question, her eyes squinted slightly before a smile enhanced her features and she turned to you, “That’s a Hyacinthe, it means ‘your loveliness charms me’.” She let you know, you felt your cheeks heat up under her sweet doe eyed gaze. A soft smile played on the girl's lips as she leant forward to plant a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. Her hand moved to grip yours before dragging you down the street, “Come on, hermosa. Mami has probably finished preparing dinner now.” She grinned, dragging you towards Casita.

It was a week later, you sat cross legged on the flower covered floor of Isabela’s room, weaving the flower stalks in and around one another to make a little crown. Isabela flicked through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning word after word as she slouched across her bed. You stared across at her, watching as her pupils flicked back and forth across the words on the page, “Amor…” You began, slowly, hesitantly. She placed a bookmark between the pages of her book before placing it on a nearby table and locking her eyes on yours, sending you a small smile to continue on, “Would you, maybe, consider teaching me the meanings of the different flowers you grow?” You asked, cautiously.

A smile grew on the Madrigal girl’s face, “Y-you wanna learn more about my passion and gift?” She asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Sí… I-I mean if you don’t mind, of course.” You responded.

Isabela’s smile grew wider, “I would love to, mi vida!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily.

You smiled, rising to your feet and heading towards where she slouched on her bed, you sat beside her and placed the flower crown on her head, slightly framing the hair around her face as you did. You crossed your legs in front of you, she sat opposite you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaning over and grabbing a book from a nearby vine, she opened it up and you saw drawings of all different flowers. You eyed it in awe, your hand stroked down the page slightly, “Did you draw these?” You asked.

Isabela nodded, “I did,” she smiled, “let’s get started.” She spoke as she began pointing to the different flowers within the sketchpad.

It was two weeks later, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath before heading towards the casita, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

The doors flew open as you approached, Isabela stood on the balcony at the top of the stairs, a soft smile on her face, “Hey amor, back for another flower lesson?” She smiled down at you.

“Uh, no,” You mumbled, “I er… I got you these.” You told her, gesturing to the bouquet.

“(Name), you know she can grow those herself?” Camilo scoffed from the doorway of the dining room.

“Y-yeah, I know she can. I jus-” You mumbled.

“Camilo, shut up. Don’t you have a girlfriend to go and meet up with?” Isabela cocked a brow, folding her arms over her chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Camilo’s cheeks flushed red and his eyes grew wide before watching as he jogged out of the door, you turned your eyes back to Isabela; watching as she floated down on a vine. Your eyes were wide in awe as her feet planted safely on the floor and she stood in front of you, a smile graced her lips as she glanced between you and the bouquet.

“I… Uh, I guess Milo had a point, huh?” You shrugged.

“Ignore mi estúpido primo,” she told you, stroking a thumb down your cheeks, “you really did this for me?” She asked, gesturing to the bouquet in your hands.

“Y-yeah, I guess I did. I just… uh, I guess I wanted to know the meanings of different flowers to make you a special bouquet. I was going to write a letter but I… I didn’t know what to write and I know that flowers are something you’re passionate about so I took my lack of imagination and originality and your love of flowers and decided to combine them into a little letter for you to let you know my feelings for you.” You explained, feeling yourself getting flustered the longer you spoke.

You lifted your head to see a grinning Isabela, you furrowed your brows, “W-why are you grinning like a Cheshire Cat?” You asked, covering the soft smile on your face behind the flowers.

“Because you’re adorable!” She grabbed the flowers, pulling them out of your grasp, ignoring your flustered state.

“Stop it.” You sighed, hiding your face behind your hands. You eyed her through your fingers as she smiled at you before staring down at the flowers, she eyed them before beginning to pull each flower out one by one as you dropped your hands back to your side, “red chrysanthemum means ‘I love you’,” she spoke as she plucked the red flower out and placed it behind your ear, “daisy means ‘loyal love’,” she let you know, pulling the white flower from the bouquet, “morning glory means ‘affection’, red rose means ‘I love you’, dwarf sunflower means ‘adoration’, yellow tulips means ‘there’s sunshine in your smile’, white lily means ‘my love is pure’, alyssums mean ‘worth beyond beauty’, dahlias mean ‘a lasting bond and commitment’, red tulips represent ‘true love’.” She listed off the other flowers in the bouquet.

She placed her hands on either side of your cheeks and stared in awe, “You’re not unoriginal, baby. This was original and adorable and I love it!” She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks. She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen with her where she placed the bouquet in a vase of water, placing it on the table in the corner beside her favourite cactus.

“I love you so much, (name).” She told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss before leaning forward and pressing your forehead against hers,

“I love you too, Señorita perfecta.” You grinned.

~ Hey all! So here’s a super quick and super rushed Isabela drabble fic. As I said in a previous post, I’m gonna be switching to writing for my OC’s now and maybe Monster High but there may still be a few Encanto surprise fics thrown out there, there’ll also be some Carlos x oc fics written too. Anyways, lemme know what you think of this little shitshow of a minific lmao 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe! Mwah! 💖

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Marry Me ! ~ Part Two

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader

Warnings : Can’t think of any, but let me know if there is.

Plot : After Camilo’s drunken “marry me”, Mirabel secretly begins making your wedding dress, knowing that if you found out you would murder her. So, what happens when you and Camilo find out?

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Mirabel, Camilo and reader are all 18+ in this story.

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It had been two weeks since Camilo had drunkenly asked you to marry him. He had been reminding you everyday about you agreeing to it.

You were currently heading towards the Madrigals home, the casita doors opened as you approached. Heading towards Mirabel’s room, you flung her door open but stopped when you saw the three other Madrigal girls in the room. Your eyes scanned each girl in the room; Mirabel, Dolores, Isabela and Luisa.

The four of them stared in your direction. Each of them wearing a grin, you stared at them suspiciously before glancing around, “Okay, well I’m gonna wait outside. Then we can go to the river like we planned.” You said as you stared at Mirabel.

You turned on your heel, crashing into someone as you tried to leave. You lifted your head and stared up at the person you’d bumped into, a soft smile graced your features, “(NAME!)” He grinned at you.

“Hey, ‘Milo.” You smiled at him before slipping by him and descending down the stairs. He quickly ran after you, his lanky frame catching up to you easily as you headed outside.

You sat on the grass outside of la casita, Camilo sat beside you, “So, amor, when is someday?” He questioned you. A smile played on your lips as you stared at the taller boy. He let out a breath before turning and laying down on the grass, placing his head in your lap.

Your fingers delicately found their way to his hair and you began running them through his dark chestnut curls, “When that day comes, mi vida, you’ll know.” You finally replied, hearing a contented hum coming from the boy laying on your lap.

“I can’t wait.” He grinned.

A shadow soon came over the two of you, “Camilo, you know you should be doing your chores right now.” The familiar voice of Pepa spoke. You squinted up at the older woman before glancing down at Camilo.

He sighed, “Si, mami. Okay.”

He slowly pushed himself from your lap as your fingers dropped from his hair, he sent you a wink before kissing his mamas cheek and walking away. You watched him go before turning to Pepa, “You’re going to be an amazing wife to him someday, mija.” She smiled down at you, a small rainbow appearing above her head as she turned on her heel and walked away.

You were glad that neither Pepa or Camilo had seen the pink tint on your cheeks, both at the wink Camilo sent you and at Pepa’s remark.

The sun beamed down on your frame as you waited for your friend to appear, wondering what was taking her so long.

That was until she ran over, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. “Come! I need to make a few deliveries before we go to the river.” She spoke quickly before dragging you away from la casita.

Your brows threaded together, confusion planting itself on your features, “Mira, what’s going on?! Why were the others in your room? Osvaldo makes all of the deliveries!” You finally spoke. Mirabel simply shushed you as she dragged you along, pulling you towards the market.

“I just need to pick up a few supplies to finish the wedding dress.” She blurted out.

You eyed her, cocking an eyebrow, you spoke, “I thought you’d almost finished Dolores’ dress?” You questioned. You saw her come to a halt at the stall that sold her sewing supplies.

“I have, I just have to make some final alterations.” She spoke quickly. You watched her, amusement evident on your features as you stared at your best friend of sixteen years.

“You do realise I’ve known you sixteen years, I’ve come to notice when you’re lying, Mira.” You let her know. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes slightly.

“Okay, look! I was commissioned to do another wedding dress two weeks ago.” She sighed.

“But nobody else within the Encanto is getting married.” You stated as confusion took over your features once again.

She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking up her next words carefully, “No, but they plan to soon.” She said.

Suspicion was evident on your features now, “Who is it? Has she even been asked yet? Who’s the lucky person?” You asked, wanting to know all of the details.

“She’s a friend…” she began before pausing, “… Of Isa’s. She hasn’t been asked yet but she’s sure she will be.” She quickly finished as she bought the new supplies and grabbed your hand once again, dragging you back the la casita so that she could drop off her supplies at home.

The sun was now setting, Mira hadn’t given you any more details about the soon to be married couple. She kept changing the subject which made you suspicious, however you didn’t have time to ask any more questions as a frantic Camilo ran your way as you both made your way back to la casita.

“Mira…” He stopped as he bent down and placed his hands on his knees to regain his breath. You both watched the boy in amusement, “Mira, tia Julieta found a dress in your room. Everybody is freaking out at home, you need to go and explain.” He finally breathed out.

“Oh god, no no no.” She mumbled as she began to sprint. You and Camilo shared a confused look before sprinting after her, the three of you ran in through the doors and towards the kitchen where Isabela was trying to calm her mama.

“Mami!” Mirabel said breathlessly as you and Camilo ran into the kitchen behind her. Julieta held up a beautiful pastel yellow lace dress; it was strapless, a yellow ribbon was at the back to tighten the corset and little darker yellow threads were sewn together to make the shape of sunflowers on the bottom, a little light yellow netting was fitted around the skirt making it poof out a little.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the dress, it was beautiful. “Mirabel, this is gorgeous.” You said as you examined the dress. Mirabel sent a smile your way.

“Mami, please can I have the dress back?” She asked turning to her mother.

“Not until you explain why you’re making another wedding dress, young lady.” You’d never heard that tone on Julieta before. You glanced back at Camilo, your eyes widening a little.

Mirabel glanced between you, Camilo and the three girls in the room before turning back to Julieta and Agustín. “Is that the dress you made for Isa’s friend?” You finally questioned your friend.

You saw Isabela’s brows furrow, she was frowning as if she had no idea what you were talking about. “Maybe not…” You mumbled. “Mira, what’s going on?” You asked in confusion, turning back towards your best friend.

Camilo watched you as you did, your brows were threaded together, your eyes were soft as you stared at Mirabel, your arms were folded over your chest. He thought you looked adorable. The soft smile on his face was present as he stared at you.

He then glanced at Mirabel, his smile faltered slightly, seeing her exasperated expression. “It really is a beautiful dress, Mira.” He told her quietly. Her face lit up slightly and she sent him a smile before turning back to you and her mother, you still wore your worrisome look and her mother was still wearing a questioning one; her head tilted slightly, waiting for her daughter to answer.

Mirabel let out a small sigh, you approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, “What’s going on, Mira?” You asked her.

She lifted her eyes to meet yours, yours were filled with worry as you stared at your best friend. “Who is the dress for?” You asked. Your voice was soft, Mirabel took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.

“Please don’t freak out, okay?” She asked. You eyed her, she sighed again, “I-It’s for you.” She mumbled. Camilo’s eyes widened from behind her, your hand slipped from her shoulder and you stepped back.

“Mija, I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Julieta asked Mirabel. Staring between her daughter and you, your eyebrows were furrowed as you stared at Mirabel.

Mirabel bit the inside of her cheek, “I started making it the night of Abuela’s party. When you told Camilo that someday you would marry him, I started making it then. It isn’t finished and there’s still so much to do, like adding a few little jewels on the front of the corset.” She began to rambling.

“You’re making me a wedding dress?! Mirabel, I’m not even getting married yet! It’s going to gather dust and be ruined!” You almost yelled. You felt angry and slightly betrayed but you also felt loved and overwhelmed with happiness. You weren’t sure which feeling to put first.

“I-I’m sorry, (name). I j-just wanted to do something special for you.” Mirabel whispered. You could hear sadness and worry in her voice, you put your head back and took a deep breath before grabbing her and pulling her into you, hugging her tightly.

Her arms slowly wrapped themselves around your frame and you held her tight. “I love it, Mira. I really do. It’s gorgeous, but I don’t even have a boyfriend yet, let alone a fiancé.” You sighed.

Camilo watched the two of you before stepping towards you both, “But you could…” He began. You and Mirabel pulled away from one another as you stared at him.

Pepa, Félix and Abuela had now entered the room to see what the commotion was all about. “What are you talking about?” You asked as Mirabel stood beside you.

“You could have a boyfriend, and even a fiancé a little farther down the line.” He said as he stepped towards you. Mirabel moved and stood beside her mother, a squeal was rising in her throat but she had to push it back down.

“Milo, I don’t understand.” You mumbled as he stopped right in front of you. He brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m saying I could be your boyfriend… If you’ll have me.” His voice was quiet and soft. Your breathing hitched in your throat as his hands cupped your cheeks and he stroked his thumbs over them.

You stared into his eyes, ignoring his family behind you as his eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes. You gulped slightly, “I-I’ll have you.” You whispered to him.

A smile spread across the young man’s face as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours gently. You wrapped your arms around him and gently ran your fingers through his curls as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You both pulled away as you heard a squeal behind you, Mirabel couldn’t contain it anymore. The excited squeal had caused you both to pull apart. You both turned to his family, Camilo’s face held a grin as your cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink. Your hands covered your face as you hid in Camilo’s chest.

Camilo laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head, “You’re going to look beautiful in that dress, mi amor.” He smirked. Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up even more, this only caused Camilo to laugh even harder.

“Oh! I need to get it finished!” Mirabel yelled frantically before grabbing the dress from her mothers grip and sprinting as fast as she could up the stairs and into her room.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching her go until someone’s voice caught your attention. “Ay, I’m so happy for you, mija. You’re going to make the most perfect daughter-in-law.” Pepa said as she cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

Your cheeks were the colour of a beetroot by this point, “Ay, mami, calm down. We’re just dating, it wasn’t a marriage proposal.” You said as your hands wrapped around the older woman’s wrists gently. You brought her hands away from your face and held them in yours instead, “But…” You began. “I will be the best daughter-in-law I can be for you, mami.” You grinned at her before kissing her cheek and letting her go.

A rainbow appeared above the woman’s head as Félix congratulated you both before sitting his wife down at the table before she passed out due to extreme happiness.

“Well, well, well, how the tables have turned mi primo.” Someone said as they approached. You both turned your heads to see Isabela, instantly knowing that the teasing was about to begin from all the times he teased her. You quietly stepped out of the room, backing up until you bumped into someone.

You stopped in your tracks and slowly lifted your head before turning around.

Your heart was beating rapidly.

Fear flickered in your eyes for a split second as you stared at the young man you had just bumped into.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not him.

Anybody else.

Just not him.

~ Hey all! Here is part two of my little Marry Me story, a few people wanted to know what happened next so here y’all have it! 🥰 Anyways, there will be a part three which will possibly contain some angst BUT will also probably contain the wedding, so look out for that! Thanks for reading, hope y’all enjoy. 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Marry That Girl !

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : Just pure fluff.

Plot : Ever since Camilo met you, he knew he would end up marrying you.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info: Camilo, Mirabel & Reader are all aged up to around 20 for this story.

Song fic : Listen to this song, as that’s what this fic is based on.

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @sweetaeyoung, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @soumya-13, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @froggydobegaytho, @iwannabecamiloshovel, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @n3r0-1417, @baileeblanc.

The entire town had been invited to a party, the Madrigals included which shocked most of them considering they were usually the ones hosting the parties.

The house was small and super crowded as Camilo’s head bopped to the music slightly whilst he stood by the drinks table, that’s when he saw you approach.

You sent a smile his way before beginning to fill up a few shot glasses with a brown coloured liquid from one of the bowls, “Hey!” He called over the loud music.

The first time that I met her

She was pourin’ shots of rum

“Hola!” You grinned his way before focusing back on your liquid pouring.

“What’s this for again?” He called out, gesturing to the party surrounding the pair of you.

A laugh escaped your lips as you glanced around at the dancing people, placing the ladle back into the bowl of alcohol, “Mi prima just turned twenty one!” You grinned.

Told me that her cousin just turned twenty one

The pair of you talked as the music played, the people Camilo assumed to be your cousins approaching you as you distributed the shots to them and all drank together before they dispersed back to talk to the other guests around the home.

“Oh my gosh!” You suddenly yelled as a new song played before grabbing Camilo’s hand. “Come dance with me!” You grinned.

She took my hand and said we’re dancin’

When they played her favourite song

The pair of you spent the rest of the night on the dance floor, laughing and happily dancing in each other’s arms, not even stopping for a break, enjoying your time together as your laughter floated effortlessly through the air, along with his.

We didn’t stop ‘til everybody else was gone

From that day, Camilo began watching you from his window or his balcony, smiling out at you as he watched you being so carefree, dancing in the centre of the town with the children whilst the band played.

I’m gonna change her name but she don’t know it yet

He stared over at you, watching as you grabbed Alejandra’s hands and began twirling her around.

She’s what I’ve been prayin’ someday god would send

Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel and even his parents had noticed the change in the twenty year olds behaviour since the party, he was besotted from the start.

I ain’t never been the same since we first met

I’m gonna marry that girl

I’m gonna marry that girl

It didn’t take long for Camilo to ask you to be his novia and you couldn’t say no to the bright grin that highlighted the boys features. You began spending every waking day together, he would always try his best to make you laugh or smile.

He sat on the grass outside of casita, taking a break from playing football with his friends as he turned to his best friend who sat beside him, “I’m telling you Alejandro, she has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” Camilo gushed. Alejandro rolled his eyes, a soft grin playing on his features, he knew that his best friend had it bad.

“Dude, you’re hooked.” The slightly taller boy told the Madrigal which a chuckle.

My best friends tired of hearin’ me talk about her smile

He says “You’ve only known her for a little while.”

Camilo wandered around casita that night, a grin plastered on his face as he bragged about you to his papá, Pepa stood at the door with her arms folded over her chest, a soft smile gracing her features, “Make sure you take it slow with that girl, mijo.” She told her son.

“Si, mami. I will.” He let her know, sending her a soft smile over his shoulder.

My mama keeps on sayin’

I better take it slow

I just say I will,

but I already know

Camilo turned back to his papá with a soft grin emanating from his features, excitedly continuing his rant about how perfect you are.

I’m gonna change her name but she don’t know it yet

She’s what I’ve been prayin’ someday god would send

I ain’t never been the same since we first met

I’m gonna marry that girl

I’m gonna marry that girl

Weeks passed, weeks then turned into months and months turned to years, before you could even comprehend everything, it was your birthday and you were turning twenty two. Camilo had thought long and hard in the previous months about what he would get you for your birthday this year. That’s when an idea came to him.

I’ll pick the perfect ring

I’ll pick the perfect time

Camilo lead you blindfolded to a clearing by the river, he gently sat you down on a soft blanket and removed your blindfold, you glanced around at your surroundings; seeing all of your favourite foods laid on the blanket that you currently sat on. A smile spread across your features as you stared at Camilo who immediately handed you an empanada from the basket.

The picnic was beautiful, the pair of you had so much fun. You laughed. You drank. You even sang along to the old radio that was playing.

Camilo couldn’t stop the grin that played on his features as he got down on one knee whilst you danced and swayed with your back to him, he opened the velvet box before calling your name, catching your attention. You turned to him, eyes immediately widening as you saw the position he was in, “Cam-” you began but he cut you off.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you since the first day we met, you’re my everything (name). Your hugs feel like home and your voice feels like coming home, you’re my world, my entire lifeline, baby. Will you marry me?” He asked you.

Ask her if she’ll have me for the rest of my life.

A squeal left your features as you covered your mouth, “Si! Si! A million freaking times, si!” You screamed, happy tears welling in your eyes.

A huge grin spread across Camilo’s face as he rose to his feet, gently placing the ring on your finger before embracing you into a sweet and soft kiss as you wrapped your arms around him, “I love you so much.” You whispered, admiring the ring over his shoulder as he hugged you close.

“I love you too, mi vida.” He responded, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

I’m gonna change her name but she don’t know it yet

She’s what I’ve been prayin’ someday god would send

I ain’t never been the same since we first met

I’m gonna marry that girl

Camilo walked you home that night, stopping at your gate when he reached your home, “Until tomorrow, mi vida.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles before bidding you farewell.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as they flushed red, it was amazing how this boy still managed to get you flustered with the simplest of gestures.

You turned back at your front door, he tilted his head with a lopsided grin covering his features, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your features as you turned the doorknob and walked into your home.

Camilo stalked off home, the door of casita flew open as he walked in, seeing his family gathered in the foyer awaiting his news.

“Come on mijo, what did she say?” Pepa asked excitedly, Félix having to place a hand on her shoulder to stop her from bouncing up and down in excitement.

A smirk placed itself on Camilo’s lips as he teasingly headed towards the kitchen to grab an arepa, his family followed him in anticipation, all standing in the door as he took a bite, “Come on, hermano. You’ve kept them waiting long enough.” He heard his sister say, folding her arms over her chest.

Of course she’d heard your answer, Camilo was just shocked that she hadn’t already told them all the news.

“Just tell usssss!” Mirabel growled impatiently as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Camilo cocked a brow, staring between each member of his family, “Just tell me, will it be a sad telenovela or a happy one I’m making based on this?” His tio Bruno asked, trying to get the news from him.

Camilo slinked past them but was stopped when a vine caught his arm, spinning him back to face his family. He glared at his cousin as vines wrapped around his ankles, preventing him from moving.

A sigh left his lips as he stared around at his family, letting his grin expand over his features as he cocked a brow, “Let’s just say…” He began, staring around at all of the expressions of anticipation that covered his families faces. He nodded, his grin widening, “I’m gonna marry that girl.” He let them know, as the vines unhooked from the boys ankles.

The whole family burst out into a fit of cheers and loud music could be heard all around casita.

You stared out of your bedroom window, staring over at the house in the distance, hearing the celebratory music that was coming from the home, a grin spread across your features.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying that boy.”

~ Hai all! Here is a little song fic for Cami! I really hope y’all enjoy it. I’m still a little nervous about song fics so yaaah 😅 but I hope y’all enjoy this one! 😘 Please lemme know what y’all think, angels! 🥰 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Wrong Side Of Heaven !

Pairing : Carlos Madrigal x Fem!reader.

Warnings : a few swear words, anger, violence.

Plot : The things people say about him have never bothered Carlos. He typically didn’t care what they thought of him, but his partner does care and one day she’s had enough, quickly losing her sweet demeanour and standing up for the man she loves. From then on, the town realises not to get on the wrong side of the girl who is usually such an angel.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Carlos had heard them all before, the things people thought, the things the townspeople said about him. ‘Oh, he’s a troublemaker, that one.’ Or ‘don’t go near that Carlos, he’s not right.’ Or ‘why can’t he be perfect like his brother, Camilo?’ And recently he’s been hearing ‘I can’t believe a girl as sweet as that is dating that guy!’ And ‘she deserves so much better than him.

Today was no different, Carlos stood leaning on a wall; avoiding his chores once again. He flicked his penknife in his pocket; open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. He’d already stolen a melon and eaten it today, his signature smirk was plastered on his face as the townspeople tried to avoid him.

“Hi!” Someone piped up from behind the teenager. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, recognising the voice as one belonging to his novia, “hola, mi vida.” He said as he turned back to see you. You reached for his hand, making him let go of his penknife as he took your hand and you intertwined your fingers before beginning to drag him through the plaza. You noticed the looks the townspeople gave you, you were used to their judging by now.

You were sweet. Always waving at the townspeople, being sweet to the children, helping people with chores once yours were done, you always smiled at the people who passed you by. So why would you, the girl they believed was a real life angel, be interested in the towns troublemaker? Nobody understood it. He was your opposite in every way possible, he hated people. He always played mean tricks and pranks on people, always getting into punch ups, never doing his own chores let alone helping others with theirs, when the townspeople greeted him they would get a scowl in return. Nobody could understand what attracted you to him?

You continued pulling your boyfriend through the plaza and stopped at a bench in front of the fountain, the pair of you sat down on the bench; Carlos sat with his arms rested over the back of the bench as you hugged into him, your head resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Carlos watched the people passing by, his scowl ever present as he watched them all whispering to one another about him, about the two of you. You could also hear them, you’d heard these comments before but they were really starting to annoy you today.

A boy soon approached the pair of you, he looked to be around your age. You slowly lifted your head from your boyfriends shoulder as you stared at the boy, you gave him a sweet smile as Carlos gave him an icy glare, “Daniel, what can we do for you?” You asked sweetly.

“Come on, (name). What’re you doing with a guy like him? He’s horrible, he’s nothing but a troublemaker. You deserve so much better.” The boy began. “You better watch your mouth, Daniel.” Carlos snarled from beside you.

Daniel’s eyes flickered to Carlos’ frame for a second or two before focussing back on you, “You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met, (name). And this tonto isn’t good enough for you, amor. He’s evil, you can see it in his eyes. He’s awful to everybody and he’s got trouble written all over him.” Daniel remarked. Carlos scoffed from beside you, your sweet stare was slowly turning as icy as the one Carlos had as you removed your arms from around the boy in the red ruana and rose to your feet.

“Where do you get off on telling me who is or isn’t good enough for me?!” You finally snapped. “The only tonto here is YOU, Daniel! I’m so sick and tired of hearing you, all of you, talking crap about my novio. It isn’t up to any of you guys who I date, you’re not my parents. You’re all gossipy townspeople and you have no idea who the real Carlos is!” You yelled.

You took a step towards Daniel, causing him to step back slightly, seeing your anger flare. “So what, he pulls a few stupid pranks or he steals a few pieces of fruit. So what if he gets into a few fights, and for your information, half the people he fights deserve it, damnit! You’re all so quick to judge when not one single person here is perfect!” Carlos was smirking from the bench right now, watching you stand up for him.

You prodded Daniels chest with your finger, “And idiotas like you don’t get to tell ME who I can and can’t be with. Have you got that?!” You began. “I-” Daniel began. “Because I don’t think you do, you self centred, controlling, gossipy asshole!” “Mi vida…” Someone began as they grabbed your hand. “So don’t you dare approach us again, and if I find out that any of you have been badmouthing my novio, I will reign down on each and everyone of you!” You continued as your boyfriend continued to drag you away.

The pair of you stopped in an alleyway nearby, Carlos turned to you with his usual signature smirk. “Wow, mi amor…” He began only be to cut off by a fast talking, slightly flustered you. “I’m so sorry, mi amor. I never meant for you to see this side of me and I never meant to go off at that idiota like that but I just couldn’t let them get away with talking about you like th-” You were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing against yours.

You froze for a good few seconds before entangling your fingers in his curls as his hands found your waist, deepening the kiss. The pair of you pulled away breathlessly, his forehead rested against yours as you both worked to get your breath back.

A smirk played on his lips as he stared into your eyes, “Thank you, mi amor.” He spoke. You lifted your hand to stroke his cheek, “I will always stand up for you, mi vida.” You smiled, your naturally sweet demeanour returning. He took your hand in his and pulled you out of the alleyway, as the two of you began making your way to la casita.

“One things for sure, mi vida.” Carlos began, sending you a playful wink to catch your attention as the pair of you entered la casita Madrigal; instantly realising that Dolores had probably already told his mamá everything.

“Now everybody knows not to get on the wrong side of heaven.”

~ Helloooo, I’m sorry this is so short. Also, I’m writing this on my phone so I’m sorry for any mistakes!

I really hope you all enjoy this lil oneshot. I have so many ideas for little stories, and if this has been done before I’m sorry it’s not original. Anyways, enjoyyy! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Secret Admirer ! ~ Part One

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : Nothing, just pure fluff atm. Will be a kissing scene later in the story, possible foul language.

Plot : You and Camilo are best friends. Lately, you have been finding love notes attached your front door or delivered to your house with a bouquet of flowers. You had no idea who the love notes are from but it’s always so exciting to you so you always find yourself running happily to tell Camilo whenever you get a new one. One day, you do however find out who’s sending you the love notes and it comes as a huge shock to you and is something you weren’t expecting at all.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Just a little miniseries for our best boy, Cami!

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @sweetaeyoung, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @soumya-13, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @froggydobegaytho, @iwannabecamiloshovel, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @n3r0-1417, @baileeblanc.

|| part one || next ||

You and Camilo had been best friends for as long as you could remember; you always stuck to each others sides, always running around the village pranking people together. He was your best friend and you were his.

Today was no different than any other, you finished up your chores before sprinting to find Camilo, “Cami! Cami! I got another one!” You called out as you ran his way, skidding to a halt in front of the taller boy.

“Oooh! What’s this one say, mi vida?” He asked you, intrigued as you unfolded the small piece of paper.

“It says; you looked gorgeous today! Blue really suits you x.” You read aloud, grinning Camilo’s way.

He smiled, “Whoever this person is, they’re hooked.” He chuckled as he threw an arm around your shoulders as the pair of you walked together.

You’d been receiving little love notes from a secret admirer for a few weeks now, you would often find the notes taped to your front door or on the top of a crate that you would be delivering that day but you never knew who they were from.

“Who could they be from?” You wandered aloud.

Camilo shrugged, glancing around at the villagers, “They could be from anyone. There’s plenty of guys in this town.” He told you, glancing down at you as you walked.

You were still staring at the note, Camilo took a mental note of the smile that graced your features as you read it. He knew that you were keeping all of the little love notes in a little velvet box that you kept on the top shelf of your wardrobe. The little notes made you so happy despite not knowing who they were from.

“I guess you’re right.” You sighed, stuffing the note in your pocket as you grabbed his arm from around your shoulder. You held his hand and began swinging it back and forth as the pair of you walked, Camilo rolled his eyes as he chuckled, remembering when he was a child and used to skip down the road holding Dolores’ hand like that.

“What if we could find out?” He suggested, turning to you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“What if we could find out who your secret admirer is?” He rephrased.

“How?” You questioned.

“Well, maybe we could make something up which means that all the boys our age have to give us a sample of their handwriting and then we can compare the samples we get to the love notes?” He shrugged.

“We could do that?” You asked.

“Yeah, sure! I can just go door to door and tell them that Abuela needs them to write something down.” He shrugged.

You threw your arms around him, “That’s a great idea, Cami! Let’s do it!” You grinned at him as you held his hand once again and began eagerly dragging him towards casita.

You paced around Camilo’s room, waiting for him to come up with some kind of plan. “What are we even gonna have them write?” You questioned. “I solemnly swear that I’m not an idiota?” You asked him.

Camilo held back a laugh as he raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Why would we get them to write that?” He enquired.

“Because every boy in town is an idiota and we need to find the one that isn’t.” You told him, cocking a brow as you threw yourself backwards onto his bed, allowing yourself to fall freely onto his blankets.

Camilo sat at his desk watching you before rolling his eyes and spinning in his chair as he stared down at the paper before him, he used his forefinger and middle fingers to rub his temples as he tried to come up with something, anything.

It was an hour later when he finally clicked his fingers, “I’ve got it! We can get them to sign an agreement for their chor-” He stopped when he turned back to you, noticing you curled up into his blankets, your fists were clutching one of his thicker blankets like a child as soft snores left your mouth.

A smile graced his features as he grabbed a blanket that you weren’t laid on and placed it over your sleeping form, “We’ll discuss it later, mi vida.” He whispered, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving his room, letting you sleep peacefully on his bed.

He walked into the kitchen, standing beside Julieta, “Hola tia!” He grinned sheepishly.

“Camilo, it’s not going to work. You’re not getting any extra arepas, you can wait until dinner in a couple of hours.” She told him, turning her head to him with a soft smile.

He sighed, trying to think of a way he could steal some extra food, his eyes widened as an idea came to his mind, “They’re not for me, they’re for (name).” He told his aunt.

Julieta eyed him suspiciously, “You can take one, but if I find out it’s not for (name), I’ll send Isa after you.” She told him, knowing he hated the pranking wars with his prima.

“Ay, okay, okay.” He sighed, shoving his hands into his pocket and leaving the kitchen as Julieta watched him, she shook her head as a smile graced her features whilst he disappeared from her view.

It was hours later, you were currently heading home. That’s when you spotted a note attached to the front door of your house, you slowly approached it and carefully pulled it from the wood before walking inside. “(Name), is that you?!” Your mother called.

You lifted your head, stuffing the note into your pocket, “Si, mami. It’s me!” You called out.

“Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, mi vida!” She let you know.

“Okay, I’ll go and get washed up.” You responded before heading up the stairs.

“Okay, cariño! Don’t take too long!” She called out.

“Alright!” You called back, heading into your bedroom.

You closed the door behind you and took out the note, carefully unfolding it and reading the words written on the paper: You have the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard.

A red tint highlighted your cheeks as you stared at the note before placing it in the velvet box and hiding it back in the top of your wardrobe. You couldn’t revel in the moment yet due to having dinner soon, your hands rose to cover your heated cheeks before you left your room and quickly slipped into the bathroom to wash up so that you were ready for dinner.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing the red flush that was spread across your cheeks, you shook your head; trying to rid your cheeks of the tint that was currently highlighting them.

Your eyes averted back to your reflection as you dried your hands on a nearby towel, “Ay, who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing to me, mystery guy?” You whispered as your hands covered your cheeks.

“Mi vida! Dinner is ready!” Your father called out.

“Coming!” You shouted, exiting the bathroom.

You headed down the stairs and took your seat at the dining table. Enjoying your meal with your family as you quickly put the love note to the back of your mind.

~ Haiii! So welcome to my new Camilo miniseries. I really hope y’all like it! Honestly, idek where I’m going with this lmao but imma see where it takes me anyways. Lemme know y’all’s thoughts, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

You’re Hurt !

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader.

Warnings : mentions of blood and fighting, pain, Carlos getting a little woozy.

Plot : When Carlos is injured in a fight, you offer to clean him up but accidentally give him something else which makes him a little dopey and woozy, this causes the boy to finally tell you how he feels.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Request : yes/no.

Info : I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, love but I hope you like it just the same!

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @soumya-13, @belladonna271.

It was quiet. Too quiet. You were walking through Encanto and couldn’t hear the usual yelling through the markets stalls or the usual shouting of crowds egging on a fight.

Your eyes squinted slightly in the sun that was beaming down on your skin as you went about your days chores, that’s when you saw him. The local troublemaker was limping slightly, you dropped the crates you were holding; not caring that the fruits that you were supposed to be delivering to the marketplace were now rolling all over the pavement. You sprinted towards Carlos, stopping in front of him, you grabbed his chin and began inspecting his bloodied face, “What the hell happened?!” You shrieked, worry taking over your features.

Carlos watched you, his head tilted to the side slightly; the curls that covered his eyes blowing in the breeze momentarily. Maybe it was the hazy state he was already in but he found you… Adorable?

“M’fine.” He mumbled, stumbling into you slightly as his leg gave way.

You caught him quickly, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you began helping him towards casita, “One of these days, Carlos, I’m not gonna be here to pick you up after every fight.” You grunted slightly, this boy was heavier than he looked.

“Least I won.” He told you, smirking at you through half lidded eyes.

You rolled your eyes, “Congratulations.” You said sarcastically as you walked in through the doors of casita.

You glanced around, the house seemed very silent considering the buzz that usually emanated from within the walls of La Casa Madrigal. “JULIETA!” You called out, adjusting Carlos’ arm on your shoulder, unintentionally pulling the boy closer to you.

“She’s not here. She’s at her stall, healing random villagers.” He let you know quietly.

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you began dragging him towards the kitchen, “We need to get you cleaned up and give you some kind of remedy.” You sighed, sitting him on a nearby stool before turning your back and grabbing the first aid kit.

You turned back to face him, seeing his smirk now plastered on his lips. You sighed, rolling your eyes, “Okay, I’m gonna turn my back again to grab the antiseptic and this time, try not to check out my ass.” You said, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.

“No promises, princesa.” He grinned. You turned around, mainly to hide your reddening cheeks at the nickname.

‘Princesa?’ You thought. ‘Damn, he must’ve hit his head hard.’

You grabbed the bottle of antiseptic and turned back to the boy, grabbing a nearby cloth and beginning to wipe at the blood as your other hand held his chin in order to keep his head still.

Carlos watched you, his eyes trailing along your features. The way your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, the laugh lines that were present on your face, the way your lips pursed together as you focused on his wounds all sent his thoughts into overdrive.

How could someone so annoying be so perfect?

Fuck, she’s adorable!

I think I’m obsessed with her.

She’s so cute.

Shit, what is she doing to me?

I wonder what her lips taste like?

Why does she even care about me?

Am I wrong for loving my twin brothers best friend?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m in love with her.

“All done!” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He snapped back to reality, being pulled away from his intense staring contest that he had going on with your face. You reached over, grabbing a nearby empanada; figuring it would be Julieta’s healing remedy. You shoved the pastry into his mouth and watched him eat it.

However, dread soon covered your features. His wounds weren’t healing and he was beginning to sway back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” You whispered.

Carlos stared at you, “Oh dios, I don’t feel so good.” He groaned.

He leant forward, instantly falling from his stool. Thanks to your quick reflexes, you caught him before he hit the floor; becoming a human shield to prevent him from getting hurt even further. His body crashed into yours, “Owww…” You groaned as you laid flat on the floor. Carlos placed his hands at either side of your head, pushing himself up slightly.

He stopped as he stared down at you, staring into your eyes, “You’re beautiful.” He said, his eyes widening immediately afterwards. “I mean… Uh…” He blinked a few times before sighing, his eyes drifting to meet yours again. His eyes searched yours as you laid beneath him, his eyes slowly drifting to meet your lips.

‘I wonder what her lips taste like.’ He thought.

Your eyes widened beneath him, “Raspberry.” You told him.

He blinked, surprised, “What?” He asked.

A smirk crossed your lips, “My lips. They taste like raspberry because I use raspberry lip balm.” You let him know.

His cheeks flushed red, highlighting his freckles slightly, he shook his head; a soft grin on his face, “I could’ve found that out for myself, you know?” He grinned.

You laughed, biting your lips slightly before your eyes met his, “What’s stopping you?” You said, unhooking your bottom lip from between your teeth.

His eyes widened, he stared down at you as a smirk formed on his lips as he leant down. His face getting closer and closer to yours, your breathing hitched as his lips were inches away from yours. He then leant down, past your face, his lips curled into a smile as he neared your ear, “Nothing’s stopping me, princesa. There’s just something else I’d rather do beforehand.” He smirked.

A frown formed on your lips as your eyebrows creased in confusion, “What’s that then?” You asked him.

He sat up, sitting up straight as he stared at you. It was almost as if he was in a drunken state at this point, he was so woozy and dopey, “I love you.” He said, a lopsided grin on his face replacing his usual smirk. “I’m in love with you.” He corrected. You felt like your heart was jumping up into your throat.

Was your best friends twin brother really confessing his love for you?

Your eyes were wide as he stared at you, “You know, I never wouldn’t have said this if it wasn’t for that empanada or the fight. They both really did something to me, I guess. I’ve been obsessed with you for so long, and seeing you constantly hugging and holding Camilo makes my blood boil. I love you. Dios, I love you so freaking much.” He sighed, closing his eyes and swaying momentarily.

You couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth next, Carlos gulped when he heard them, his eyes widening and him waking up slightly upon hearing them.

“I love you too.”

“Y-you do?” He asked you.

“Yeah, Cami is my best friend but that’s all he’ll ever be. I don’t see him that way. It’s always been you, Carlos.” You told him, lifting your hand and stroking his cheek with a soft smile.

He smiled, leaning down again and pressing his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, your lips moving in sync as you ran your fingers through his curls.

The pair of you were forced apart when you heard the voice of his tia, “What’s going on here?” Carlos lifted his head, turning to the door. His hands were still on the floor at either side of your head, his cheeks burned red as you lifted your hands over your face. You were so embarrassed. Julieta wore a smirk, her arms folded over her chest as she leant on the doorframe.

“Tia, it isn’t what it looks like…” Carlos began.

That’s when you remembered, quickly sitting up, almost bumping your head against his. “Tia Julieta, I need your help! I gave him an empanada thinking it would heal him but it didn’t work.” You sighed.

Julieta’s eyes widened, “Oh no, the empanadas are to help people who have trouble sleeping, cariño! They’ve got a sleeping aid in them!” She said, rushing over to her prepared food on the counter.

“W-what?! I had no idea.” You mumbled, fear evident in your voice.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” She said, a soft smile gracing her face as she shoved an arepa in her nephews mouth.

His wounds healed immediately and his grogginess suddenly dissipated. He glanced at your sitting form, a soft smirk still tugging at his lips, “They really do taste like raspberry, princesa.” He smirked before sending you a wink and walking away.

You watched him go, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushing the same colour as his ruana as you did. You placed your hand over your mouth, where his lips had been moments prior before you were interrupted.

“Ay dios mío, what’re you doing to me, Madrigal?”

~ Hey, hi, hello, hallo, bonjour, hola, hai! So, ya girl is back with another one shot. I’m really trying to get through the requests before I start any of the series that I have planned so here y’all have this one! Lemme know y’all’s thoughts, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Don’t Leave Me !

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : foul language, swear words, anger, crying, pain.

Plot : An argument with Camilo ends in a confession.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Request : yes/no.

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @sweetaeyoung, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @elegantkidfansoul, @soumya-13, @wocka-flocka, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @froggydobegaytho, @iwannabecamiloshovel, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose.

In your sixteen years of living you’d quickly come to learn that relationships and friendships fell apart. Your aunt and uncle. Your best friend, Catarina and her boyfriend, Jorge. You and your friend, Emilia. Your sister and your brother-in-law. Isabela and Mariano. Your fathers friendship with Bruno.

It seemed that everywhere around you, things fell apart. However, it seemed that your luck was changing when you became friends with the bright smiling, smooth talking, ball of sunshine that was Camilo Madrigal.

The pair of you had been friends for what seemed like forever, you couldn’t recall a time when you were without Camilo Madrigal. You were each others lifeline, each other’s best friend, the one person that the other confided in when something was troubling either one of you.

To Camilo, you were his everything. His entire world. If you were the sun then we was the world that revolved around you. He had found himself falling in love with you years ago but could never quite bring himself to confess in fear of ruining the friendship, but that didn’t stop the lingering looks or the longing stares or the feelings of just wanting to hold you or wondering what your lips would feel like against his and little did he know, you felt the exact same about him.

However, things falling apart between the pair of you was not something that either of you had planned. As the days dragged on, it seemed that you and Camilo were drifting further and further apart. The little arguments and squabbles you had been having had become a lot more frequent, it was tearing you apart. You couldn’t take it any longer. You finally snapped.

It was another nightmare of a day, you were in casita with Camilo, everybody else was out. It’d started out as a simple cooking session, you had decided to make a batch of arepas and Camilo had asked to help you. However, that’s what started the argument this time. He had become annoyed when you beat him in a flour fight, and that’s when he had started throwing his fit. He was using a foul tone of voice with you and was huffing all over the place, turning his back to you and using a terrible attitude with you.

You yanked your apron off and threw it down onto the counter, “THAT. IS. IT!” You finally snapped, turning to your best friend. Your face contorted into anger and annoyance.

Camilo turned to you, a little shocked at your outburst, his eyes were wide as he did. “I’M SICK OF THIS BACK AND FORTH WITH YOU! ONE MINUTE WE’RE OKAY, THE NEXT WE’RE FUCKING ARGUING!” You screamed, folding your arms over your chest. You let out a rather long sigh, “Look, Camilo, I’ve seen plenty of friendships and relationships fall apart. I saw it with almost all of the relationships around me, I’ve lost a friend before in Emilia, I watched Cat go through a terrible breakup with her boyfriend so I know where this is gonna end up.” You mumbled. “So, I’m gonna save your time and my energy and just say this now…” You sighed, running a hand down your face.

“What is this? Some kind of guilt trip, (name)? The reason we argue so much is because of you!” He snapped.

You sighed, “If that’s the case then it’s better that I remove myself from your life.” You told him.

He rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Freaking hell, (name)! Stop overdramatising this!” He groaned, throwing his head back slightly.

You growled, you were really trying not to lose your shit with him right now. “FUCKING HELL CAMILO, WILL YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF?! I’M NOT OVERDRAMATISING ANYTHING, I’M JUST TRYING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE FUCKING EASIER BUT I’M DONE! I’M FUCKING DONE! I’M LEAVING AND DON’T WORRY, I WON’T BE BACK TO PISS YOU OFF ANY LONGER!” Yeah, you finally lost your shit with the boy.

You turned on your heel and sprinted from casita, tears were pouring down your eyes at this point as you ran out into the rain.

Camilo sighed as he glanced in the direction that you had ran. Hot tears fell from his eyes and left their salty trails down his cheeks as he thought back to the last couple of weeks, he really had been pushing you away. He tried wiping at his eyes but more tears fell, he quickly turned the stove off before sprinting out of casita after you.

He needed to make this right.

He caught up to you quickly given that you had stopped running once you were outside, “(Name), wait!” He shouted through the sound of the rain as he sprinted your way. He grabbed your shoulder, quickly turning you to face him and pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you. You pushed him away, pulling yourself away from him, “Hey, hey, stop. Please.” He whispered, grabbing your wrists gently to stop you from pushing him further away.

“I’m not gonna argue with you in the street again, Camilo.” You sighed, your voice was wavering due to crying as you turned from him.

He pulled you back to face him once again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything I said, mi vida. You’re not the reason we always argue, I am. You’re literally my lifeline, (name). I can’t imagine my life without you, you’re my best friend and have been for most of my life. You’re beautiful, kind, sweet, loving, caring and so fucking important to me. Please, please don’t leave me.” He begged you. “Please, I can’t be without you. I love you!” He added, his eyes then widening at his final three words.

You lifted your head, your wide teary eyes meeting his greeny-brown ones, his eyes softened, “I love you.” He let out a sigh of relief. “God, it feels so good to finally say it. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so freaking long.” He told you.

“Do you mean that?” You asked, your eyes wide.

He nodded, “You’re the love of my life, you’re not just my best friend, you’re my favourite freaking person in this whole entire world. You’re the one person who knows all of my secrets, the one person I could never imagine my life without. The day that I lose you will be the day that I stop being myself, it’ll be the day that I lose my soulmate. You’re everything to me, mi vida. I love you. God, I just love you so fucking much. I’ve been pushing you away the past few weeks due to my own feelings, in fear that it would ruin our friendship, turns out I ended up ruining our friendship anyway so I figured I might as well confess now.” He said, his voice was soft.

More tears escaped your eyes as a soft giggle escaped your lips, “You idiot.” You laughed, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. A confused look crossed the boys features as he held your body in his arms, you shoulders shaking with laughter.

“What?” He asked, his voice unusually high pitched in confusion.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and sent a smile his way, “I love you too, idiota. I always have, or for as long as I can remember anyway. I was just waiting for you to give me a hint or a sign or anything to let me know that you felt the same way. You’re more than just my best friend, Camilo, you’re my everything, my whole world. I love you so freaking much it’s unbelievable.” You let him know, staring into his eyes.

A soft smile tugged at the boys features as he leant down, closing the small gap between the pair of you and planting his lips against yours, giving you a soft but needy kiss.

Your lips moved in sync and your fingers became entangled in his drenched curls, his hand cupped your cold cheeks as the pair of you refused the break the kiss, not caring about the lack of oxygen.

It was later that night, the pair of you were curled up together under a blanket in front of the fireplace, his hands wrapped around you beneath the soft fabric of the blanket as you rested your head lazily on his shoulder, the pair of you were drying out from the rain that you had stood in for longer than either of you would like to admit. Your eyes kept drooping shut involuntarily as Camilo chewed on a warm arepa that the two of you had finally finished making.

You curled into Camilo, your body fitting against his so perfectly as if you were both jigsaw pieces that were meant to go together. You face fitting into the crook of his neck like it belonged there, his arms tightened around you as you slowly let yourself relax in his arms as he pressed a soft, loving kiss to your forehead before opening his mouth. You heard his words clearly before letting yourself finally drop off to sleep as your eyes became too heavy to fight off the urge anymore.

“Go to sleep, mi vida. Sweet dreams.”

~ Hey all! Here is a crappy lil oneshot for y’all! This one only took me about an hour to write so it isn’t the greatest but I hope y’all like it! I’m trying to get through all of my requests slowly, but I’m not sure how long it’s gonna take me to get through them all. It seems whenever I get one done, another comes in 😭😂 Anyways, I’ve had the day from hell so I’m going to bed! Lemme know y’all’s thoughts tho, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[calswildflcwer]

Started With A Game !

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy fluff.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Plot : You have chocolate Pocky sticks and Camilo suggests you play the Pocky game.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is only short. I’m sorry.

Request : yes/no.

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @sweetaeyoung, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @wocka-flocka, @soumya-13, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @froggydobegaytho, @iwannabecamiloshovel, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose.

You sat down on the nearest bench, grabbing your chocolate snacks out of your pockets. Glad that you could finally take a break from your chores and eat the Pocky sticks that you had brought out with you.

You were savouring the treat, grabbing one after another out of your box. You stared around the area, cocking an eyebrow when you saw the familiar shapeshifting Madrigal boy that you called your boyfriend heading your way.

He headed towards you, plopping himself down on the bench beside you and glancing at your treat. “What do you want, Madrigal?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“We should play the Pocky game.” He told you.

You stared at him, “What’s that?” You asked, biting down on another chocolate stick.

“Two people begin eating one Pocky from each end. The first person whose mouth comes off the Pocky, or if the other player gets to the middle first, loses.” He explained it to you.

You raised an eyebrow, “Okay, but prepare to lose, Madrigal.” You said, placing a Pocky stick between the both of you.

You started at one end and Camilo began at the other, the pair of you began making your way to the middle, you were adamant to win. You wiggled your eyebrows at Camilo who simply smirked back, you were both getting closer and closer to the middle.

You knew you should’ve pulled back, you just knew it, but you refused to. You refused to let him win, you refused to give him that victory.

However, your eyes flew wide open when his lips met yours. You bit into the biscuit stick and quickly swallowed the chocolatey treat as you deepened the kiss, cupping his cheeks as you did. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He quickly melted into the kiss.

The pair of you pulled away as you stared at him, “So, what does this mean, then?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“It means I love you.” Camilo responded.

You rolled your eyes, “I already knew that, idiota. I mean, who won the game?” You asked, laughing slightly.

“Oh, a kiss means a tie.” He grinned, sending a wink your way as he jumped up from the bench and walking away.

You watched him go, a soft smile playing on your lips as you did before brushing your fingers over your lips. He walked away, glancing over his shoulder to send you one last grin before disappearing from your sight completely. A smile gracing your lips as you said your next words in a loving manner,

“Te odio, Madrigal.”

(Translation: “I hate you, Madrigal.”)

~ Haiii! Here is another oneshot! Hope y’all like it, let me know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖