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daydreamyfog · 2 years

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LOVE LIKE YOU — PART FIVE

part four | part six

pairing(s) ; carlos madrigal x fem!reader

cw (for the entirety of the story) ; fluff, angst, suggestive content, swearing, hurt, comfort, jealousy, possessive behavior, blood, violence, hurt, no comfort, more to be added if need be

synopsis ; in which for the first time ever carlos madrigal finds himself someone’s first choice.

taglist ; @patient-steadfast-steady @tigreost @inky-clover @the-sander-fander @eeyahhh @m6ntg9mery @camilos-mivida @sheer-nuisance @chxwrites

a/n ; decided to throw myself into distractions! also im sorry my tumblr won’t let me respond to replies or messages for some reason so please don’t think i’m ignoring! <3

carlos more or less knew the news that he’s in a relationship would be a big deal. with you no less and encanto nearly lost its mind. who would have guessed the problem madrigal would have gotten into a relationship with one of encanto’s prettiest flowers. definitely carlos himself. he’s been on air for the past three weeks while cycling through rehearsals, being a good dating companion to you, hanging around you as much as he can. and his family had been extremely euphoric and happy with it too, constantly gushing over the situation and teasing him and you. his mama especially fawning over you. everyone (as surprised as the majority was) has been nothing but supportive—not necessarily your friends but still.

however one person hasn’t been the most supportive by a longshot.

in any sense carlos wouldn’t give a single fuck about his twins glares, envious sneers, or smart remarks—as a matter of fact it’d only fuel his ego and his pride in you being his instead of his shit-for-brains brother. golden child camilo has been acting like a brat over this little thing and carlos wouldn’t care if it wasn’t directly affecting you.

everytime camilo abruptly leaves the room when you two come together, or his entire happy sunray mood deflates, or he so much as sighs out of turn carlos can see the way it hurts you. the way guilt paints your features and it hurts him to see you like that, for you to pull away from him for camilo’s sake of all fucking people. and no matter how much he tries to talk to you about it, you simply say you’re fine and everything is fine. that only stirs more pain with carlos over being unable to get through your thick skull. why can’t you just talk to him?

that’s another thing carlos has noticed. you’re inability to ever show him an emotion that isn’t happiness and joy. as much as he adores your positivity and enthusiasm towards everything he can’t help but feel like you’re pushing him out. especially when it involves your mama, you still haven’t let him meet her and any time he brings up wanting to help you with her you refuse or reassure him. but your reassurances are pins in his heart, hurting him. once more he’s just been wondering why you can’t talk to him.

but despite the rough communication and camilo being the worst everything has been daisies. taking you on dates and gifting you flowers every few days. your happy smile pushes him through the days and your soft touches of reassurance make him feel so seen. every moment with you is a blessing he can’t thank god enough for. for once in his life he feels like he matters to someone, that in your life he’s something you couldn’t bear to part with. and every beat of his heart is so joyous over it.

a soft smile plays on his lips now, four and a half weeks after your first kiss together, he sits back against the seat of the expansive theatre casita was kind enough to create. just as they always do whenever the school play comes out, a large expansive attachment to the back of the home that more or less pisses off isabela because of her precious garden needing to be put on hold until it’s all over. your voice is clear and pretty as you run through lines with mina, your understudy and the nurse. tío bruno sitting at the front and directing while valentina helps the wardrobe department outside of the theatre with mirabel’s help.

sighing out gently, carlos’s eyes flicker over to his twin at the front across the room. his brows thread together while watching the light-haired boy watch you with practical hearts in his hazel brown eyes. a bitter feeling moves across carlos’s chest in an annoying manner, a bitterness that strokes his conscience with daggers. a feel of sympathy and guilt. as much as carlos resents and hates his twin he’s still his blood, still someone he was once the best of friends with. of course carlos is going to feel bad for him. but god does he hate it. especially when camilo has the audacity to act like a brat who’s favorite toy was taken away.

how ironic he was cast as tybalt.

carlos asked his tío bruno why he hadn’t reversed the casting out of sheer curiosity but his tío had simply refused to tell him by nervously rambling. better off carlos soon though since he didn’t want one of the first feelings of being chosen first to die out like a flower dropped into a flame. pulling out of his own head, his gaze flickers to the stage clearing upon bruno’s instruction to take a break. clearing his throat, he readies to see your expression of surprise at him showing up on his day not meant to be at rehearsal. a soft smile paints your lips while you talk to mina and walk off stage.

he makes his way out of the aisle of seats and he walks down the aisle towards the stage where you step down. but his footsteps come to a slow pace when he notices hector step up to you with his hands tucked into his pockets. the plays mercutio and mina’s annoying twin brother. they both scarily are the carbon copy of one another, one masculine and one feminine. hector runs his hand through his hair and he flashes you a charming pearly white smile, damn near twice your height with a bulky build. it’s not a big wonder why he’s such a sought after bachelor in encanto.

a feeling of disgust bleeds into carlos when his hand gently grabs your bicep. carlos’s brows thread together, you brush off his hand with a smile of awkwardness, your nose wrinkle just a bit while saying something carlos can’t focus enough on to heal. with quick feet, mina and hector look at him in surprise before you follow as his arm slings around your shoulders. a soft gasp leaves your lips and your face lights up, turning. “carlos!” you exclaim softly while wrapping your arms up beneath his and hugging him tightly. “this is a nice surprise!” your chirp with your chin on his shoulder.

carlos burnt honey eyes glare hotly at hector who’s tongue presses against the inside of his lips. giving the bulky man the bird while you’re face away, mina returns the favor to carlos and he grins smugly at her. carlos melts into your touch just as you pull away with a big smile. he rolls his eyes gently and tucks his hands into his pockets. “calm down, it's not that big of a deal. i just wanted to see you from the audience's point of view.” mina suddenly pulls you towards her and she rests an arm on your shoulder.

“you know carlos maybe you should leave, y/n just agreed to help hector learn his lines because it’s so difficult for him, you know?” her tone drips with faux sweetness gently tugging you to rest between her and hector. carlos’s eyes narrow and he glares at the pretty raven-haired girl before his eyes flicker to hector who grins a bit. “and he’s hopeless so he needs all of y/n’s attention.”

when you step towards him with a soft smile and apologetic eyes his glaring expression softens a bit when he meets your eyes. your soft hands grab ahold of his and you nod. “i’m sorry, carlos i promised him. maybe we can hangout tomorrow, yeah?” you ask in a hopeful but clearly apologetic manner, giving his hands a delicate squeeze. the adams apple bobs in his throat with a hard swallow, flickering over your features with softening eyes, he nods with a irritated expression. hopefully you just take it as his usual expression. “i’ll see you later.” you plant a soft kiss that sparks up his skin against his cheek before you exclaim when mina tugs you away with some half-ass excuse.

his eyes flicker up to meet hector’s and he offers a snort. “you’re not slick in the slightest.” holding his ground with his chin high, he shakes his head with a lopsided grin on his lips. squinting a bit in a challenging manner at the irritated hector. “it’s kind of pathetic you think she’d ever go for someone like you.” jealousy and bitterness is a toxic gas within carlos’s lungs and seeping up into his brain. he hates this feeling, a feeling he knows far too well and a feeling that feels stuck to his insides like water damage. still he refuses to let this big oaf make a fool of him.

“aw come on carlos, it’s only a matter of time until she gets tired of doing charity work with a madrigal that somehow makes mirabel look useful.” hector says with a grin across his lips and hand reaching out to grab carlos’s shoulder. carlos’s eyes go wide and his blood boils at the insult towards his family and himself. before hector can touch him, his hand retracts quickly at the delivery of a rough and quick smack to his hand. an expression of disbelief washes over his smug features.

carlos blinks back softly to see a smiling camilo stepping between the two, his hands folding behind him. looking at his twin in disbelief, a sense of deja vu rattles his skull and conscience as camilo brushes a hand over his caramel colored curls. looking up at hector he clicks his tongue and shrugs. “don’t touch him alright, wouldn’t want a fight to get started right?” he points out before he drops his hands. “and you have no right to talk about y/n like that when she’s not here. so maybe just get lost, hector.” camilo speaks in a polite and civil manner yet the expression he wears is annoyed and irritated.

hector looks between the twins with a gentle raise of his once furrowed brows and his lips pulled thin spread into a grin. narrowing his eyes, his eyes flicker behind them for a moment before he looks back at them. carlos steps forward and steps beside camilo with his brows furrowed and a dark scowl across his features.

offering a tilt of his head, hector shakes his head and a faux look of deep thought spreads across his features. “just out of curiosity, you know it must be pretty fucking fantastic for both of you to be drooling over her like some puppies.” he grins wide and leans down to look straight into their eyes with flickering deep brown ones. “let me ask—“

“oh wait! let me say bye to camilo before we leave.” turning around from the exit, you wear a soft smile across your lips while turning to the bottom of the aisle. your brows thread softly when you notice hector talking to carlos and camilo, humming out with a soft smile figuring you can say bye to the twins at the same time, you take a step forward before your hand smacks over your mouth. shock courses through you and mina cries out while rushing ahead of you. the rough headbutt carlos delivered hector dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes, camilo grabbing him by his collar and delivering rough punches to his face.

blinking back rapidly, your eyes look to others running over to see the fight between the two boys against one big one. when hector serves a swift kick to carlos’s gut knocking him back onto his ass, your eyes go even wider and you run over. dropping your bag and lifting your floor length skirt off of the ground as mina shouts at the boys to stop, your heart thumps in your chest painfully. “ay! get off of him cabrón’s!” mina shouts while others egg on the fight. your wide eyes flicker between the three boys and you shake your head. the sight of crimson blood painting camilo’s top lip and carlos’s fists makes your heart drop.

“camilo! carlos! por favor!” you shout out while rushing towards carlos who seems to be doing most of the damage. grabbing ahold of his rauna to try and tug him back you see white when his elbow jerks back hard and collides with your face. the cheering and loud students suddenly fall into gasps and exclamations when you fall back on your ass.

for a few moments you're dizzy, your vision blurring with tears that naturally spring to and sting your eyes. hot searing pain shoots throughout your face and your hands fly up to grab at the place of impact. “ay no! y/n!” mina exclaims with teary eyes while running to your side along with a few other worried girlfriends of yours. a throbbing moves through your nose and tears roll down your cheeks as your hands catch a warm metallic smelling liquid oozing out of your nostrils. pulling away your hand a puddle of blood already rests in your palm and you quickly grab ahold of your nose with both hands as murmurs and gasps fill the room. swallowing hard, your teary eyes look up to see two stunned madrigals before the sound of bruno uncharacteristically shouting fills the air.

“carlos! camilo! hector! all of you are going outside right now! everyone else clear out!” he shouts with valentina and mirabel rushing close behind him and a few other wardrobe people. carlos can’t breathe as camilo drags him away at the burning glare and demands heaving from their tío bruno. his heart feels still within his body that’s grown numb and heavier than a house. the sight of you slips from his view the further he’s dragged and his eyes can only focus on the tears rolling down your cheeks and fountain of blood oozing from your nose.

he can’t feel the pain throbbing in his eyes already swelling from the harsh punch, he can’t feel the stinging and throbbing in his fists. the burning in his heaving lungs is nonexistent. all he can feel is the rusty barbed wire tangled within him shredding every piece of him inside out. carlos hurt you. he hurt you. oh god he hurt you. the world is muffled and blurry as tears sting his eyes but he blinks back rapidly while shaking his head. once outside, dolores and julieta already wait with alma. everything feels like a blur as hector is sent off home with one of julieta’s arepas.

the boys don’t need to say much, not when dolores worriedly and hurriedly tells the adults what happened. how the fight occurred and what hector had said about you. eventually they’re sent to their rooms to clean up after consuming some of julieta’s magical food remedies. not so much as a lecture, only offered a “we’ll talk about this when everyone goes home” from a cloudy and rainy pepa. carlos doesn’t pay any mind to anything as he slumps down to the floor in his bedroom. only his mind is only able to focus on the fact that he hurt you. he made you bleed and cry…

when the door creaks open, his eyes go even wider and he turns around while on his knees. he didn’t even realize how long he was distanced from reality on the floor. but outside the sun is setting and the sky is a melting pot.

craning over his neck his eyes meet the now-clean face of his twin and his entire chest caves in. slowly, he turns back before he begins to drag himself off of the floor. he’s furious and angry. anger and resentment brewing within him for who knows how long begins to rise up. “are you okay, carlos? you haven’t said a…” camilo’s voice begins to blur. a soft snort leaves carlos and he shakes his head, interrupting his twin.

“this is all your fault.” he says in an icy cold manner while turning around and facing the surprised expression from his twin. before camilo can seem to process his words, carlos shakes his head as his curls flatten out to a side-swept straight hairstyle. still his hair covers one of his eyes, his gift growing messy and reverting him back to himself with the emotions finally imploding within him. “this is all your fault! why couldn’t you have just fucking sat down and shut your damn mouth! what? did you not like the role of being a jealous jackass to get swiped by that pinche puto!”

blinking back rapidly, camilo furrows his brows. “are you seriously blaming me right now? i only stepped in so you wouldn’t hit him first like an idiot! you’re in a relationship with the girl i love and i defend you against an actual asshole and you’re getting mad at me?” camilo shouts back with his stature falling shorter due to his gift blurring within him.

“please, you only did that to defend y/n’s honor or whatever golden boy bullshit you’re going to stand by when you grovel for forgiveness from her.” carlos spits out with his bloody fists shaking at his sides. hot tears begin to blur his vision as he walks towards camilo and roughly grabs the collar of his fresh white shirt smearing with dried blood. and everything spills out like vomit. years of repressed feelings and emotions. shoving back his twin out of the door. all eyes turn up, the madrigals looking to the balcony where the doors lay against the walls. camilo’s eyes wide in shock.

carlos is crying. something no one in the entire family has seen since—well no one can remember.

“for fucksake! you have everyone already! you’re loved by everyone, mamí, papa, dolores, abuela—the entire fucking family and the village combined! i finally find the one person that chooses me first—that thinks i’m not the devil incarnate—the one fucking person that makes me feel like this life isn’t a complete waste and you have to act like some little brat! and now she probably hates me and i don’t fucking blame her because hey! everyone hates the troubled madrigal right?” camilo’s back hits the railing, carlos’s words loud and hoarse as he sobs through years and years of resentment and bitterness and pure anger. bloodied fists grab ahold of camilo’s yellow rauna and he chokes out a furious sob. “even my own twin hates me…golden boy camilo…”

roughly shoving him, carlos breathes heavily while stepping back. his tone is bitter and acidic, his voice trembling and hoarse from shouting so loud dolores covers her ears. “congrats, i’m sure y/n will fall in love with you in no time—just don’t fucking hit her or else someone might just finally hate the wonderful señor perfecto camilo madrigal.”

and carlos madrigal slams his bedroom door shut, leaving his entire family stunned in silence.

#carlos x you #carlos x y/n #carlos x reader #carlos madrigal x you #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal #encanto x you #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto #encanto carlos #disney carlos

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Hi could you do a fluffy headcanons for Carlos x reader?

Camilo fluff headcannons

a/n Thanks for the request anon, hope you like this :). Requests are open as usual. Might do a carlos version of this actually.

He/him Camilo x Pronoun not specified reader

Warnings: None but Bad puns..?

Masterlist

he would serenade you with a tiple. at ungodly hours too

“CAMILO MADRIGAL ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING”

“BUT I WANTED TO PLAY FOR YOU MI AMOR” cue the angry shutting windows sounds.

“GO BACK TO BED CAMILO, COME BACK TOMORROW ITS TOO EARLY”

would offer you his ruana with like 10 more in the closet.

“Are you sure I can have this..? You always take your ruana with you, Milo”

“Oh I have more in my closet” He opens his closet, showing you the exact same ruana in different conditions depending on how often he used it. some has cute needlework done by Mirabel on it too

physical contact is huge in this relationship, even if it’s platonic. Whether it’s handholding, hugs, kisses or just staying near each other, unconsciously touching. He would definitely notice your arms touching while walking or your hands on his shoulder, he doesn’t show it but hes so happy.

would use really corny pick up lines on you.

“Does it hurt a lot?? Oh jeez stay here i’ll get Tia Julieta” You’d be asking worriedly

“When I fell from heaven? or in love with you?” He’d ask with a shit eating grin, looking so smug you want to kiss and smack him for it.

ruins romantic moments with bad puns and jokes.

Oh you’re having a cute brunch date and you’re making sandwiches which are made by mostly you (with him doing the simplest tasks as you don’t trust him)?

He’ll wrap his arms around your waist, lean in and get you all flustered, putty in his hands and goes

“We make an egg-cellent pair.. Let’s quickly finish and avo-cuddle” He emphasises by picking up an avocado which makes you snort and whack him gently for the puns.

“what? I’m just saying how much I love you from my head tomatoes.”

I think this one is literally canon but he calls you a lot of pet names. By a lot i meant he almost never calls your name.

Amor, Mi vida, Mi mundo, mi cielo, cariño, bonito, precioso.. he can go on forever

-Will sneak into your room at night and cuddle. He has cold feet though. Would be an ass and stick to you even if he’s cold. especially if he’s cold and make you shiver.

likes to pick you up randomly. Doesn’t matter if you’re taller, he’s still do it. He just has this urge to pick you up for no reason and carry you around.

is a shameless simp for you and would compliment you and talk about you for hours around everyone.

“Camilo.. c’mon now you’ve been praising me for like a while now” You nervously piped in

“Pero Preciosa :( I’m just trying to show them how amazing you are”

If you don’t like it then… he’ll try not to. but he’ll end up simping anyways. Too bad, Camilo loves you.

Contrary to his loud personality, he has quiet moments with you too. Where he traces mindless patterns on your skin and lay on his bed or under a tree, enjoying each other’s presence. An occasional “te quiero” is murmured from his lips as he looks at you lovingly. Would definitely dance with you. not a dancer? He’ll hold your hand like you’re his whole world and sway gently with you. Tries to dip you but ends up falling with you when he loses balance.

Asks (begs) His mother, Pepa to give them specific weather for dates

“Mami Por favour! I’ll even do extra chores and try not to steal arepas again from the kitchen.. can you make it snow tomorrow?”

His Tio isn’t exempt from this either.

“TIO BRUNO PLEASE HELP ME SEE THE FUTURE. Would bonita like it if i wore this? DO THEY LIKE CALZONES???”

“… Camilo mi sobrino.. they’ll love it either ways but here we go. Hold on tight alright?”

Same happens to Dolores but she’s gotten used to it. She keeps information for him just to tease him sometimes

Food dates!! Where he takes you around town for the best food besides his Tia’s.

“This too! i’ll have two of these, Gracias” Camilo exclaims excitedly

“Milo.. are you sure? You’ve had a lot already and..” You stare nervously at the bags of food hanging from his arm “That’s quite a lot already”

“Mi cielo, there’s never enough when it’s food. Besides, you wouldn’t wanna starve your precious, handsome novio wouldn’t you?” He fakes a gasp

“… fine, two more tiendas (shops). After that, We go home”

“.. four?” “Camilo!” “Alright alright… but try these cocadas blancas first” He shoves one into your mouth, shutting you up as he drags you along to the next shop.

He… can’t really cook, please don’t let him in the kitchen to cook for you without supervision. Once set the pan on fire. However, he’s willing to learn a quick learner as long as you teach him step by step and he doesn’t get distracted or try to eat the food before it’s done.

#camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo madrigal #encanto x reader #encanto camilo #encanto imagines #camilo mi amor #camilo imagines #camilo fluff #Chxwrites

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chxwrites · 2 years

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“Progress..?” Pt 2

Pairings: Camilo Madrigal x they/them reader except for the use of hermosa/ señora etc

genre: fluff

no warnings except quesadillas so sorry if you’re lactose intolerant /j

Masterlist pt1

small a/n, updates are irregular (fixed the missing parts! sorry about that

As you promised, you went to La Casita for lunch the next day. You were about to knock but the doors opened themselves for you and you smiled, saying a quiet thank you as the house urged you in.

When you walked in, Dolores quickly pulled you aside.

“so….” she wiggled her eyebrows, giggling a little

“Did you have fun with mi hermano ayer en la fiesta? (With my brother yesterday at the party)”

You snorted, of course she was gonna ask that. “He’s fun company, dramatic too.” you rolled your eyes light-heartedly.

“We saw you on the tree branch with him” Isabela piped in suddenly, appearing out of nowhere, making you flinch a little.

Mirabel being the kind girl she is, came over with a glass of juice and handed you it. “I’ve never seen you talk so much at a party. Usually you’re at the sidelines, holding a drink and staring at dolores” she teased.

You took a sip of juice, looking away. “it’s nothing, jeez guys we just met, i’d admit he’s cute.. with his fluffy hair and freckles but that’s all!”

“uhuh…” Dolores nodded, unconvinced.

“alright hermosa, i won’t keep you here too long as I need to go prepare for our lunch with tía Julieta” She continued, making you choke on your drink as she stresses on the word hermosa.

“Sometimes I forget you hear everything.” You muttered, leaving the empty glass behind and wiped your mouth.

“I’ll go set the table, I think mi primo is in his room if you want to find him” Isabela chimed in, adding a wink. You groaned, looking exasperated at Mirabel while she only chuckled,

“Don’t look so done Y/n, you’ll get used to it soon enough”

‘I sure hope not…’ You thought as you heard Abuela calling everyone around for lunch. You sat next to Dolores, between her and Mirabel while Isabela and Camilo sat opposite of you all.

“Today we have a guest, Y/n who is joining us for lunch. It’s a delight to have you here with us today and I hope you enjoy the meal and company. With no further ado” Abuela raised her glass and cleared her throat. “¡Buen provecho!”

“¡Buen provecho!” rung out across the table as everyone raised their glasses. While the adults were discussing matters about the town, your side of the table was unusually quiet as you dug in.

You were having quesadillas and chicken soup, Camilo was right when he said Tia Julieta’s food was the best. You nudged Mirabel and whispered “Your mom’s an amazing cook”, she chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I know right”

Meanwhile, Camilo was trying not to stare at the way your eyes lit up, the faint dimples on your squishable cheeks when you laugh or grin at whatever Mirabel was saying.. even your voice was cute. He tried to focus on his food but it’s hard to take his eyes off of you.

He’s noticed you for months now, seeing you paint on pottery out in the yard or mixing old clay to reuse. He especially liked seeing you hum along to some songs he knows about, they became his favourite songs now and he found himself subconsciously humming them in the shower or when he’s doing chores.

“Primo!” Isabela whisper-shouted mildly annoyed. He snapped back to focus. “Si?” He frowned at his daydream being interrupted.

“You’ve been staring. hard.” She smirks.

“Have not. I’ve just been.. daydreaming. Yeah, that’s all. thinking about how good the food is” he held up his spoon, only to realise there was nothing on it and quickly put it down.

“you’re so obvious at trying to sneak glances. You’re full-on staring, not very suave now are you? Aww did mi primo get a crush now?” Isabela continued. Camilo stood up abruptly, almost making his chair fall to the ground, alerting everyone. He flushed, “i’m going to get seconds!” He exclaimed a bit too loud as he rushed to get away from the table and more specifically - isabela’s teasing.

Isabela snorted, continuing her meal. You raised an eyebrow confused but said nothing. Dolores was laughing silently next to you as she heard the whole exchange and high fived Isabela under the table.

You finished your food but wanted a bit more, “I’m going to get a few more quesadillas and check on camilo. he’s been gone for a while now”

The girls said nothing, waving you off as they engaged in small gossip.

You found Camilo back facing you next to the quesadillas as he piled food on his plate, you tapped his shoulder lightly and he turned around quickly, shapeshifting uncontrollably as he didn’t expect it was you.

“Hey uh you enjoying the food?” He cursed himself for the awkward talk but forced a confident grin.

“Yep, you were right, your Tia’s food is amazing.” You bumped his elbow, smiling reassuringly. “You’re kinda jumpy today. What’s up”

“Nothings up! Just daydreaming about food.” He cringed at his lame excuse. you weren’t gonna buy this. even he didn’t believe himself.

“okay..?” You said, unsure as you didn’t quite believe him but if he didn’t want to say it then whatever. The atmosphere was getting awkward so you jokingly shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. “C’mon, after we’re done eating you can show me around your room”

He grinned, “Already? Not even a first date tesoro?” He said between bites of chicken.

You elbowed him lightly, “You know that’s not what I meant Camilo. And finish your food or you’ll bite your tongue”

“Damn. worth a shot I guess” He shrugs, “thought I’d get to see you flustered but guess today’s not my lucky day”

You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring his statement.

When you got back to the table, Isabela and Dolores were looking at you, a teasing look in their eyes while Mirabel shook her head at you, mouthing “I tried”.

“What took you guys so long?” Dolores started.

“Oh Dolores, you know how young love is, don’t you” Isabela laughed.

You flushed, “We were just chatting that’s all, Now hush and let me finish my meal” You kicked Isabela’s chair leg gently, looking disapprovingly at her. She shrugged it off with a sly grin.

“I’ll be at my room if you need me, gonna tend to my cactus” She left the table as the rest of the family members went on with their day while you finished the meal with Camilo. When you offered to help wash the dishes, Tía Pepa merely shooed you, telling you you’re a guest and to call her Pepa. You heard a giggle as Dolores whispered on the second floor “soon she’ll be calling her mama”.

Camilo’s ears tinged red when he heard that, he grabbed your hand, deciding to go have some peace and quiet with you in his room (and to avoid his cousins and hermana’s teasing before he blushes and embarrassed himself further)

“Now who’s the eager one?” you grinned as he tugged you to his room. He shook his head, “i’m just going along with what you said just now preciosa, would be rude to deny a guest’s request.” You laughed, “So courteous now?” He gripped your hand a bit tighter, “Haven’t i always been courteous to you?” he faked sadness in his tone, making you laugh again.

He led you to his room, opening the door and stepping aside, bowing slightly, “after you, señora” You grabbed his hand, “come on Camilo, tonto”

“whatever you want bonita” He mumbled, staring at your conjoined hands lovingly.

after spending time in his room and being amazed at how his room can also shapeshift according to his mood, you went home before dusk as it was getting late and hugged your friends goodbye.

Before leaving, Camilo invited you to come along whenever you wanted to and you laughed, “You’re never getting rid of me now Camilo”

“Why would I want to get rid of you hermosa?” which caused you to look away, flustered, making him grin, feeling victorious. “Go before your parents kill me for making you stay after dark, you’ll be back tomorrow right..?” He asked hesitantly.

“Por supuesto (of course) Camilo, Didnt know you enjoyed my company that much '' and you walked off, the sunset highlighting your frame.

‘You have no idea how much I enjoy your company do you’ he muttered to himself, a lovesick smile on his face.

That was when he knew, he was absolutely smitten with you.

#camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #camilo fanfic #camilo mi amor #camilo imagines #Chxwrites #camilo fluff #encanto camilo

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chxwrites · 2 years

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Sakurawan • Snippets •

Carlos Madrigal x he/them reader

Genre: angst with happy ending

Warnings: Blood.? Illness, physical and non physical fights, aggressive Carlos, cussing (all warnings might not apply to this preview but would most likely apply to other parts.)

Masterlist

A/n: Slow updates, new series with 2 other ones i haven’t finished. I deliver content of my boy again.

!! if you wish to use this au, prompt, illness whatever Please ask!! I created it so i uh would like people to ask before just taking it. thanks

Sakurawan: A non confirmed rare illness where Cherry blossom bud patterns grow on the patient’s neck or throat. The cherry blossoms will gradually bloom, growing around the neck and causing the patient to feel pain, discomfort and agitated until the blossoms fully bloom and the person gets choked to death. The sickness is not infectious, however it either results in full recovery or death. Remedies are unclear. It’s cause is….

He slammed the book shut. Disbelieving. Denying the truth.

“Mierda..”

Carlos shut his eyes as he laid on the grass, next to you.

“Hey principe”

“yeah?”

“.. you know that conversation we had before of me turning into a horse?”

You shoved him lightly, “Don’t you start again Carlos”

He snickered, “Vale, vale. What if… i suddenly died though”

You smacked him on the head “What are you going on about now Carlos, I swear that cabeza of yours is always up to something. And it’s New years, don’t bring yourself bad luck”

He scratched his neck gently, tracing patterns mindlessly, his mind heavy with thoughts drowning him. “Nevermind principe, was just joking around, you’re so easy to get to” He laughed.

but the smile didn’t reach his eyes as he kept a tight-lipped grin.

“It’s late principe, i’ll take you back home. Wouldn’t want some guy snatching you in the dark now would we?”

He stared in the mirror in horror. Another one had appeared. He dreaded it, the patterns that appeared as days past. Nothing worked. Not even Tia Julieta’s all curing magic. If the magic didn’t work… then what would?

He slammed the table mirror down, pacing around the room swiftly, his ruana swishing after him as he tapped his feet, letting out frustrated cusses causing Camilo to knock on his door.

“It’s 3 in the morning, Cállate or Get out of the house to do your mumbling! Dolores can’t sleep and neither can I, hermano por favor!” He heard the slam of his brother slamming the door as he retreats back into his room.

“What is up with you recently hermano?” Camilo frowned

“Nothings up. what’s it to you now?” He chided back, tone sharper than usual.

“Your attitude’s just.. sourer than usual” His brother commented.

He ignored him but Camilo continued following him, curious to why he’s in such a terrible mood.

After a few steps, He turned around, unusually pissed off and grabbed Camilo’s collar.

“Stop following me idiota.” He coldly sneered down at his shorter counterpart.

“Oh so that’s what this is?” Camilo raised his fist, frown deepening as he stood his ground. “You just wanted to fight for no reason when I was trying to care.”

Carlos swung his fist down.

Stay tuned :)

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chxwrites · 2 years

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“Progress..?” pt. 1

pairing: camilo madrigal x they/them reader (except for the use of hermosa)

genre: fluff (light angst in other parts), Happy ending

no warnings.

masterlist pt2 pt3

“mamá.. Do i have to go? Cant you just tell them i’m sick again, por favor?” You pleaded. The Madrigals have invited everyone to their smallest child’s gifting ceremony again, you usually don’t attend the smaller (still huge since it involves the whole town) parties as you’re.. more than a bit socially awkward at new venues with wild bustling crowds.

“Si mi amor..Abuela Alma specifically requested your presence this time, she wants you to meet the family” You mom repeated again, for the 3rd time this week as you’ve asked and asked again. Your parents were pottery workers for La Casita’s reparations or new pottery they wanted.

“Now, get ready quickly, it’s almost 7! Shoo, off you go” Your mother handed you some clothes and pushed you gently off the bed.

After tu madre fumbled with your clothes and fretted over your behavior at La Casita, you reassured her you’ll try, keyword try, to at least blend in with the crowd and “live a little” instead of sulking or being in the background. Before you headed in, you turned back towards your mother’s worried gaze and smiled, “I’ll be alright mamá, no te preocupes (don’t worry) or you’re gonna get old with wrinkles!”

She laughed before letting out a small gasp at a replica of herself. “Hola camilo, how nice of you to welcome us” She kissed his cheeks. The boy with curly dark hair known as Camilo greets you enthusiastically and cracks a joke, you wave back, smiling a bit. “Mijo, take care of mi cariño alright?” “Mama, I'm not five!” you whisper-shout at her. Camilo only chuckles and says, “Alright Cariño, ill keep an eye on you” He winks before going off to greet other guests as Casita pushes you into the party.

After the ceremony, your mother was lost to the crowd and nowhere to be seen. You looked around for Dolores, she was sort of your acquaintance? friend? When you came around to La Casita and helped with your parent’s pottery, you would have small talk when you took breaks, sharing arepas and other tasty treats. Therefore, you looked for her as she was more familiar in this unfamiliar situation. But when you finally saw her, she was in the middle of the dancing floor, whirling and twirling, her dress sparkling from the lights. You groaned, you were not going onto the dance floor with a bunch of people potentially stepping on your feet or tripping you. You settled for the refreshments next to you and looked for an empty cup. No luck, there were only used ones and you didn’t trust those nearly enough at all.

You recalled your mom’s words and sighed. “Live a little huh..” Maybe you should!, yeah you’ll… talk to someone. You surveyed the people around you, nobody was alone and everyone was engaging in talks or dancing… Nevermind then.

“Hey there Cariño, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone and all… sulky?” You turned around, seeing the boy, Camilo from before. You’ve never really talked much to him besides polite greetings. “I don’t dance and the refreshments bar ran out of cups.” You shrugged.

“What about you Camilo, why aren’t you partying?”

“Your mom did tell me to keep an eye on you didn’t she? Besides, what kind of host would I be if I let you sulk on the sides? Come on, Let’s have fun hermosa!” He grabbed your hand, dragging you through crowds of people as they parted absentmindedly to let both of you pass, you watched his hair bounce as he dragged you, all attention on the boy and not the anxiety-inducing surrounding.

He dragged you up the large tree with all the action in Antonio’s room, the majestic room leaving you awestruck, he sat next to you on a branch, close to the crowds but far enough for some peace and quiet.

“I don’t think we’ve talked much before have we?”

“No.. we haven’t, You’re Camilo right?”

“Si, have you met the rest of the family? Oh you’ve gotta try some of Tía Julieta’s arepas! They’re the absolute best!” His bright smile mesmerized you, only now you noticed he had freckles splattered across his cheeks. You nodded along to his excited rant about food as you stared at his face, taking note of his dramatic hand gestures, animated expressions and that gosh dang beautiful smile.

“and then he-.. is there something on my face?” he paused, noticing you’ve been staring.

“No no it’s just.. it’s nothing, continue” You looked away, not used to his eyes focused on you.

He smirked, “You’re definitely thinking of how handsome I am, aren’t you?” He dramatically flexed his arms, flashing you a grin. You snorted, “Sure Camilo, continue thinking that.” He laughed, shifting to you, “Sure Camilo, continue thinking that” He copied your pose, adding a little of his flair while saying it, making you laugh.

“Camilo!!” You heard Pepa calling him, he turned over, sighing. “I hope I’ll be seeing you around then preciosa, maybe you can come over for lunch tomorrow?” You nodded, urging him to go, “Your mother’s looking for you, go. I’ll be here Camilo” He grinned, waving a goodbye before running along, disappearing into the crowds.

..after he left, You found yourself missing his presence, feeling lonely in the party afterwards. But your heart warmed thinking of his words. Definitely not thinking of his charming self.

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daydreamyfog · 2 years

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LOVE LIKE YOU — PART FOUR

part three | part five

pairing(s) ; carlos madrigal x fem!reader

cw (for the entirety of the story) ; fluff, angst, suggestive content, swearing, hurt, comfort, jealousy, possessive behavior, more to be added if need be

synopsis ; in which for the first time ever carlos madrigal finds himself someone’s first choice.

a/n ; this chapter is so fluffy and sweet as an advanced apology for what i’m going to do next chapter. <3

taglist ; @patient-steadfast-steady @tigreost @inky-clover @the-sander-fander @eeyahhh @m6ntg9mery @camilos-mivida @sheer-nuisance @chxwrites

the next day with no school you find yourself holed up in your room, a smile spread across your lips as your body practically vibrates with excitement. even a day later and you can barely contain your excitement and joy over having gotten the lead role. and beside carlos no less. not wanting to think about what you’ll need to do eventually. your mind drifts away from the homework on hand and set out in front of you on your bed, instead thinking about the cute smug boy you’re more than happy to finally be friends with. the expression on his features when you delivered the news makes your chest flourish with warmth and the prettiest flowers. carlos has been having that effect on you for a while.

“mi vida!” the sound of a weak feminine voice calling out brings your head up and you turn towards your door. quickly pushing your stuffed animal off of your lap, you crawl off of your bed not caring for the homework or pages. with quick feet, you move along the flooring and head down the hall towards the room at the end of the house. worry spills into you, concern dragging at your features while opening the rickety door wider.

your brows thread up while looking at the woman laying on the bed, her romance book face down on her stomach. she turns her head gently, the room is chilly and pretty music from the record player dances through your head. doing a sweep over her and her body beneath the many blankets and quilts, your worry alleviates a bit to notice nothing seems wrong. still the worry spills in deep and painfully burning. “yes, mamí? is everything okay?” your voice is soft and gentle while walking over to the bed.

a weak smile spreads across her grey-toned features, the color gone from her features that were once bright and lit up. “i’m sorry for interrupting your homework, mi vida.” she apologizes with her soft eyes flickering across your features. slowly, she tries to push herself up to a sitting position, you shake your head with a smile spreading across your lips and you begin to help her.

“mamí don’t be ridiculous. let me help you.” you reassure her with a kind smile before you help her up to a sitting position, setting aside her book flat on the empty space beside her. she smiles kindly at you, her body trembling and warm while you help her sit up. pain bleeds throughout your chest, but you refuse to acknowledge it, knowing if you do you might crumble. smiling at her, your eyes flicker to the braids in her hair. “your hair looks pretty, mama. i like the bows.” she chuckles weakly, nodding as you pull away.

“thank you, mi vida. yesterday julieta told me they’d look nice so i tried it out.” she explains with a sweet smile across her lips. you nod gently while flickering between her eyes. exhaling softly, her trembling and warm hand gently takes yours. her brows thread up and she smiles weakly. “do you think you could make me some of my favorite? i’m feeling hungrier than usual. i’m sorry to even—“ shaking your head gently, you lean in and plant a kiss against her temple and offer a gentle squeeze of her hand.

you smile sweetly. “of course i will.” you say while looking into her eyes. “do you want more tea?” she offers a gentle shake of her head and you smile with a nod before turning away. but she stops you when her hand doesn’t pull away from yours. knitting your brows gently, you hum out curiously when you turn to face her. she pulls you into a hug that feels like she’s trying to hold you as tight as possible but she can’t. your eyes flutter shut and you return the hug with a soft exhale. “are you okay, mamí?”

“ay i’m so proud of you!” she says with energy and love while rocking side to side gently. confusion muddles within the warmth and love. “why didn’t you tell me you got the lead in the play?” your brows raise gently in surprise and you pull away, gently sitting down beside her on the soft bed. she rolls her eyes gently and grins while waving dismissively. “oh come on, mi amor, julieta tells me everything. she told me this morning when she came by to drop off some more food.” sighing out softly with a weak smile, you shake your head while brushing back some of your hair. “why didn’t you tell me when you got home?” your mama questions with a bit of a frown and worried eyes.

flickering between her gaze, you shake your head. “well thank you mamí but i’m not going to take the lead. mina is my understudy so she can take over. i just wanted to know if i could get it.” you explain in a short and simple manner, your eyes flickering away from her gaze and down to your hands folded in your lap. she shifts on the bed and you sigh out gently with a shake of your head already knowing what she’s going to say. “mama it’s fine. please don’t try to talk me out of it. i barely saw you last play with just a secondary role and you won’t let me homeschool. this would just—“

“y/n.” the use of your real name makes you stop abruptly, your brows threading and eyes squeezing shut. when the feel of her soft and warm hand gently places over yours, the reassuring squeeze makes your heart clench. “please look at me, mi vida.” breathing out deeply, your gaze turns to face her and you blink back the tears stinging in your eyes. the lump forming in your throat suffocating and the pain within you barely bearable. she wears a soft smile. “you’re going to do the play and that’s final. i’ve told you so many times that i’m okay, i’ll be fine and i love having julieta and agustín as company.” your bottom lip begins to tremble. she nods gently while leaning towards you. “what did i tell you when i got sick? hm?”

your eyes flicker between hers and you swallow thickly. “you said that if i stopped living for me that your heart would break.” repeating her words leaves a sour feeling in your mouth, guilt curling up within you as you face her. please keep it together, you think to yourself, don’t let her see how much this all pains you. she nods with a gentle chuckle and she brings your hand to where her heart is.

“exactly. please live y/n. i love you more than anything, seeing you happy and performing would be enough for me. okay?” she raises her brows expectantly and you let out a shuddery breath from your nose. lips spread into a thin line, your hand quickly wipes the tear that escapes from your blurring vision and you reluctantly nod. when she lets out a breath of relief and let’s go of your hand, your tense body relaxes as she pulls you in by the nape of your neck to kiss your forehead. “thank you, mi vida.”

swallowing hard, you nod with a soft smile while pulling away. your brows threaded up, your bottom lip trembles and you blink back the stinging in your eyes. smiling softly, your heart blooms with warmth and you tilt your head while looking down shyly. “um do you remember that boy i told you about? carlos?” you question while playing with a loose thread on your skirt. your mama offers a soft hum of “yes” and interest. when you look up and into her eyes, you smile big. “he got romeo! and i think he’s actually warming up to me now.” she chuckles lightly while reaching out and wiping at a stray tear.

“dios mío, how did my daughter catch my disease for rough men?” soft laughter fills the air as you gently smack her shoulder when she places a dramatic hand over her forehead. when she smiles big at you she nods with a soft hum and wiggle of her eyebrows. “but you know julieta says he was happier than ever yesterday. she said she’s never seen him smile so much. i think my sweet y/n has yet another flower in her garden vying for her attention.”

heat rises to your cheeks and you scoff while waving with both hands in a dismissive manner. the idea of carlos liking you the way so many before have makes your heart thump quicker and stomach fill with butterflies. “ay mamí nooo we’re just friends!” you whine softly with soft laughs when she pokes and prods at you playfully. wrinkling your nose at her, you shake your head. “and he isn’t a rough man, not like papí at least. he’s sweet and nice, you just need to get to know him.” your entire body fills with warmth thinking about carlos, your heart bittersweet thinking about your papí you have so little memories of but all good nonetheless.

she rolls her eyes playfully, her hands pulling away from poking at you. “your papí was the same way you know? mean to everyone but me—oh and his preciosa princesa.” your mama says in a babying voice as she reaches over and pinches your cheek. a soft smile spreads across your lips and you exhale softly with heat blooming in your features. when she pulls away, she grins and nods. “i expect to meet this boy sometime soon, y/n.”

embarrassment and flusteredness makes you throw your hands up and stand up. “ay mamí no, we’re just friends. he doesn’t like me like that.” you inform her with a soft frown playing at your lips, hands falling to your hips. when she raises her brows at you, your eyes go wide a bit and your face flourishes with hotter warmth. “a-and i—i do not like him like that either! we are just friends!” when a doubtful and grinning expression paints her features you quickly turn on your heel. “i—i need to cook!” you state loudly while rushing out.

while preparing the meal you’re set to cook for your mama, you can’t help but find your entire body tingling and hot. within your chest your heart thumps out heavy breathing from your lungs and causes rose vines to tangle within your ribs. carlos really has been on your mind a lot. sheer thoughts of him often made you fear you may go into cardiac arrest. being near him was an entirely different thing. even now as you wash the potatoes you feel like you can still smell the lavender on his clothing.

okay maybe he does make your heart race and face red and insides swarm with enough butterflies to overrun a village but you’re his friend. maybe you do have a little crush on him but you’re not going to act on that for so many reasons. not only are you almost certain he is barely starting to tolerate you but you don’t want to push your luck with him.

placing the potatoes onto the hot stovetop, your brows raise in surprise when you hear a knock at the front door. tilting your head with a soft hum, you wipe your hands off on your apron. you’re not expecting anyone. maybe it’s julieta dropping off more medicine or sweets for your mama. with a soft smile spreading across your lips you make your way out of the kitchen, the aromas of the seasoned potatoes filling your senses. when you reach the door, you open it up and your brows raise in surprise, your smile getting bigger.

“carlos!” you exclaim with a big smile. he rolls his eyes gently and you shift on your shoes while opening the door a bit wide and leaning against it. “what are you doing here?” the question leaves your lips light, your smile and expression one of pleasant surprise while flickering over him. he looks as good as he always does. a soft curse echoes in your head as your face begins to warm up.

from behind his back he holds out a fairly thick book of pages. “my tío bruno and valentina gave me two scripts ahead of time. i figured we could highlight our pieces and parts together.” your heart flutters and you take one of the scripts with a big smile across your lips. excitement bubbles within you, eager and ready to reply until you click your tongue in realization.

“i’m sorry carlos, i’m taking care of my mama right now.” you apologize while flickering between his eyes with an apologetic look across your flushed features. you expect him to reschedule or be slightly annoyed like a few have been whenever they’d show up unannounced. his brows thread gently, soft burnt honey brown eyes shifting thoughtful. a few beats of silence passes before you offer a smile and gesture behind you. “i’m actually cooking her something right now so—“

he offers a shrug and shoves past you, walking inside. turning to him with confusion and surprise, he grabs the script from you and he walks over to where the coffee table is. carlos tosses the scripts down onto the table and your brows raise when he tugs off his ruana. when he turns to you, tossing the clothing onto the couch he offers you a raised brow as if you’re not supposed to be confused or surprised. “what? i’ll help you.” he states as if it’s the most obvious thing ever as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows.

blinking back, you can’t describe the warmth that bleeds into you. the way your heart skips a beat as you smile big and hurry towards him. “okay! thanks!” you chirp happily while grabbing ahold of his hand, sparks fly up your hand and arm in his soft and warm hold. dragging the seemingly irritated madrigal to the kitchen, you grab an apron off the hook and toss it to him. when he catches it, you release his hand to hurry to the stove. “slice up a few more potatoes for me, please? wash them beforehand.”

he offers a scoff while pulling on the red apron. “i know how to cook, you know?” admittedly this catches you off surprise, turning to face him you flip over the potatoes on the stove. looking at you with a smug expression while taking the potatoes to the sink he offers a lazy shrug. “my tía taught all of us how to cook—“ he turns away and so do you but he keeps talking. “—she said it would be one of the most useful skills of life.” humming out with a smile spread across your lips, you step away from the stove and grab two eggs from the container on the counter behind you.

“anyone can cook, but are you a good one?” you ask while cracking the eggs on the other side of the stove. sizzling fills the air, the food popping and cooking on the hot stovetop. glancing over to carlos, your eyes go wide to notice he’s already cut up the spare potatoes you had left aside just in case you wanted to make some for yourself. blinking back rapidly with a look of shock across your features, your eyes look from the potatoes he brings over to his smug expression. “h-how did you do that!” you loudly exclaim as he drops the potatoes down onto the stove with the others.

“pfft i told you i’m amazing at everything.” he states with a smug grin while taking the cutting board and knife to the sink. blinking back softly, you grin while pushing the already fried potatoes towards the eggs scrambling up the two foods together. the aromas of the seasoning of the potatoes and eggs fills the air. you listen to the running water as carlos begins to wash what you already used.

warmth bleeds into you as you both take one of the first moments to be in comfortable silence with one another. stealing glances at carlos, you try to keep yourself composed. but it’s difficult while admiring him and thinking over how kind this is of him to do. smiling in contentment, you push the food to the not hot portion of the stove and begin to press out the corn tortillas. within you is warmth like a flame on a cold night, a feeling of safety and comfort like being held in your mama’s arms or being in a hammock.

around carlos you always feel so…safe.

“are you going to want some tortillas?” you question through the silence while preparing your mama’s plate first. carlos hums out with a gentle nod and you smile while setting the tortillas down onto your mamas plate. smiling down at the plate, you turn to carlos with a big smile and nod. “let me take this to my mama, watch the tortillas.” he nods while looking at you, a hint of a smile on his lips makes your heart skip before you quickly turn.

making your way towards your mamas room, you smile softly while walking into the room and looking down at the set tray with everything she could need. when your eyes flicker back up to meet her on the bed, your brows thread up and your expression softens. she fell asleep. sighing out gently, you walk over and gently set the tray on her bedside table. “sleep well, mamí.” you whisper softly while taking the book and marking her place. leaning down after tucking her in, you plant a soft kiss to her forehead.

you leave the bedroom after shutting the door behind you and lowering the music she loves to have playing nearly at all times. when your eyes sweep up upon entering the kitchen, carlos has two plates set and he nods to you. “you get the drinks, we can sit in the living room and work on the scripts.” he states with an impatient nod again while walking past you. your lips spread into a big smile and you do as told, eventually sitting down next to carlos with your plate on your lap.

“y/n can i ask you something?”

that question always makes your stomach drop.

turning to face him, you smile softly and nod. “yeah of course.”

his brows thread as he tears the tortilla in half and gathers some of the food within it. “yesterday why did you react like that when i—i told you to act normal?” your brows raise in surprise. his voice seems to falter, an expression of guilt washing across his features while shoveling the food into his mouth and looking away from you. out of all the questions your mind had gone to that he may ask that question wasn’t even present. blinking back softly, you shift in your seat and gently chew on the inside of your cheek.

there’s an answer to his question. you’re just reluctant to share it. “well…” pulling your lips between your teeth for a moment, you sigh out softly and shrug with a gentle smile. you trust carlos. turning from the food to him, you set the food onto the coffee table and clasp your hands down on your lap. when those burnt honey brown eyes meet yours, you feel just the slightest bit more safe. still you look down at your lap. “i’ve had friends sometimes that told me i was too much, too annoying and all that stuff. i just worried i hit a nerve and you wouldn’t want to be my friend.” you confess with embarrassment bringing heat to your cheeks guilt drying your mouth and hurt tearing at your heartstrings.

“what assholes.” your eyes go wide, looking up at the sound of his irritated cursing that seems to come without hesitation. he snorts while setting his plate down on the coffee table, surprisingly a lot of it is already gone. when you meet his burnt honey eyes, he shakes his head with a deep sigh and scowl across his features. “i hope you don’t believe in any of that. i know i was an asshole too and i’m sorry but none of that is true. you’re not too much or annoying.” blinking back softly, your chest blooms with warmth. fireworks firing off inside of you when his expression softens to a firm one. “people will find something bright and always try to snuff it out, don’t let anyone do that to you, alright?”

breathing out softly, your bottom lip trembles and your eyes sting with tears. leaning close to him, your arms wrap around his neck and your body leans close to his. he stiffens up beneath your touch and your brows thread up while burying your face into the crook of his neck. “thank you, carlos.” muffled against his warm neck, you inhale the smell of lavender with a gentle shake of your head. “you’re the sweetest ever…” he scoffs out gently before his arms wrap around your waist.

“augh i just don’t want to deal with you crying don’t make a big deal out of it.” he says in irritation and annoyance. a soft laugh leaves your lips in his neck before you pull away with a big smile across your lips. with your hands resting on his shoulders, your eyes flicker across his features that seem to soften as he looks at you. his freckles darken across his nose and along his cheeks, your brows thread gently. is he blushing? his soft eyes seem to flicker across your features and he blinks softly.

“carlos are you—“

your eyes go wide when he leans forward, his eyes fluttering shut and he presses his lips against yours. kiss him back. kiss him back! surprise courses through you as his lips press against yours, taking your first kiss. sparks fly within you and your eyes flutter shut, hands gently reaching out and cupping his cheeks. pressing your lips against his, you can feel him relax, his hands moving from your hips to your features. inexperienced the kiss feels awkward at first, until his arms wrap around your waist and he nearly pulls you onto his lap.

sparks fly within you like fireworks, your face burning hotter than a furnace and your heart thumping so hard you wonder if he can feel it. within your lungs grows a hotness from lack of air, carlos’s arms tight around your waist and his hands grasping at the fabric of your blouse. this kiss makes your stomach churn and twist in the most euphoric way possible. lovesickness. each nerve inside of you is jumping and bouncing for joy. you can’t possibly fathom this is happening.

he’s the first to pull away, both of you blink back rapidly once parted and the air is filled with the soft sounds of your heavy breathing. meeting his honey brown eyes, your eyes are wide. “y—you—i—“

he brushes back your hair and one of his hands holds your cheek as you stammer and stumble through vowels and words. with wide unblinking eyes. you swallow hard. wetting your lips tingling and rosy from the kissing, his thumb brushes along your chin and he shakes his head. “you kissed me back…” he breathes out. for the first time you can see a side of him that seems to be completely soft, gentle.

blinking back rapidly, you slowly nod. “y-you kissed me…” the words feel so foreign leaving your lips as your hands gently rest against his chest. he nods as if in disbelief himself and you blink back rapidly while swallowing hard. flickering between his eyes, the air feels thick and your body is sparkling. “why did you—k-kiss me?” you ask in a soft and breathy manner while holding his gaze, your chest rising and falling.

his brows furrow and he snorts. “mm i don’t know i just wanted to.” he states with sarcasm dripping from his voice, his eyes rolling as he pulls your face closer to his. blinking back rapidly, you bite down on your bottom lip while a cheesy smile spreads across your lips. a soft exhale leaves his lips and he shrugs while flickering from your eyes to your lips. “something just made me realize that it’s stupid to hide my feelings. i’m not used to this but—but i know i want as much time with it as i can have. so…will you go out with me?”

letting out a soft laugh, you nod eagerly with a cheesy grin spread across your lips. relief seems to wash over him like a tsunami, his entire body slumping and relaxing. blinking back softly, you tilt your head as your cheeks flush with warmth and your eyes flicker between his that flutter open after his deep inhale. “can we kiss again?” you ask in a bubbly manner with excitement and brimming joy filling you up. his brows raise and he rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs on his lips.

“geek.”

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