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When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]

Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.

Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk

Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME

Created: February 19, 2022

Published: February 25, 2023

— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.

Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.

You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.

It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.

Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.

You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.

"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.

"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.

"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.

"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"

"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.

"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.

As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.

"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.

"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."

"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"

Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.

Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.

You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.

Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.

Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.

Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.

Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.

"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.

"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.

The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."

Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."

"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."

"Learned from the master!"

— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.

Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.

You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.

You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.

The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.

"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.

"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.

"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.

No one ignores him.

"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"

With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.

"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.

The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.

The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.

He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?

Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."

"But I just got to my favorite part!"

"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."

But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"

"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.

"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."

Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.

"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.

"Your what?"

"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."

"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"

Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."

The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."

there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.

"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.

"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.

your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."

"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.

carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.

but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.

"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck

"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?

chop.

"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.

carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."

"say what back?"

"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."

"carlito, i just want sleep."

"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.

that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"

"say i love you too, then I'll get off."

"no!"

"why not? i know you love me, say it back."

you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.

"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."

pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."

"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.

"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."

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opallllhehe · 2 years

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📦 𝘼 𝙋𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 📦

𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣 (𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 | 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 1

(𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜!!)

You were walking back to the stall (?) you had gotten the chocolates from to return them, or at least made it look like that's what you were doing.

Camilo had been following you, shapeshifting into other people, thinking you wouldn't notice.

You did.

Earlier, you had caught him staring at you through the window of the house, so you decided to use his attention to get him to talk to you.

You still didn't understand why he wouldn't talk to you.

You sighed loudly.

"Guess I'll have to take these chocolates back since Camilo didn't want them." You drew out the last part of your sentence, taunting him.

Camilo froze in his spot.

He didn't want you to return them.

You had bought them for him.

Stupid bet.

He continued to follow you, much to your dismay.

You weren't actually going to return them; you just wanted it to look like it.

He was unintentionally ruining your plan.

Shit.

At this point, you had had enough of his stupid antics and were done with this whole thing.

You swiftly turned around and locked eyes with the male, making him stop in his tracks.

"Alright Camilo, I'm done with this!" You marched up to him and grabbed the collar of his ruana, letting out a puff of air.

Camilo put his hands up and tried his best to talk and explain, but he ended up just kind of stuttering and pointing.

You started, "If you don't like chocolate, just say that! Or if you don't like me anymore, just tell me! Cami, what is wrong? Why won't you talk to me? " Your grip loosened on his ruana, and your eyes bubbled with tears at the corners.

Camilo had messed up.

Big time.

He made you cry.

"Oh, no. No, no my little Princesa, I love chocolate and I love you, I'm so sorry, this whole thing was so stupid– why did I- never mind, I'm so sorry, let's go home. " Camilo hugged you to his chest, peppering your head in kisses as he ran his hand up and down your back in a soothing motion.

"Wait, w-what?"

Camilo sighed,

"I made a bet with Dolores that I could—I could ignore you. Well, not ignore you, more like not talk to you the entire day and avoid you."

"So ignore?" you deadpanned.

"..Yeah." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"You idiot." You smiled up at him lopsidedly.

"I know, I know."

You handed him the chocolates and he smiled.

“Thanks, Princesa.”

“Anytime, Príncipe.”

I am SO sorry this took me so long to do! I am terribly sorry about this but it’s not summer for me so I can write as much as I want!! Love Ya ❤️

🚫𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏🚫

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wolfofwritingstreet · 2 years

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A good enough date

Prompt: Isabela wants the date to be perfect, but fate doesn’t seem to want that. Lucky for her, the reader never seems to care.

Tone: Cute fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,383

A/N: Happy last day of 2021! I know this technically isn’t on my master-list, but I thought it was cute and wanted to write it so... I did. Requests are open, and I will be working my way through them as quick as I can. Thank you for all the love so far, not even a week in and this side writing hustle is busy busy. Keep it up.

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ISABELA MADRIGO X READER

“Mirabel! Did you take mi vestido?” Isabel screamed from the top floor, her whole room had been bombed with different clothes as she frantically searched for a specific dress. The one you had said was your favorite.

“Which one?” Mirabel called back, equally as disgruntled at her sister who had been storming around the house in a panic all day.

“The one! You know the one. Where is it?”

“No, Isa. I don’t know where the unknown dress is.”

“Camilo, stall y/n. Where is my bracelet?” Isabel rounded on her younger cousin, the scowl on her face enough to make the boy keep his mouth shut and scurry along to stall you.

You would have told Isabel to calm down, and relax. You were there for her after all, not the dress or a perfect date which Isa strived for it to be every single time. The first time she got so nervous a flower sprung up in front of you, giving you a black eye for two weeks.

You fixed your hair in a mirror hung up on one of the small stalls, ducking behind it when you got sight of Isabel’s old boyfriend. That was a conversation you’d work up to, especially since you and Isa weren’t official, and neither were him and Dolores. So, you’d duck and run, duck and-

“Are you hiding from someone.” Mariano stood above you, staring down with those confused puppy dog eyes. You rose, feeling your body warm with humiliation at being caught crouching on the floor.

“Me? Hiding? No, nope. I was just checking the floor, the pavings. Very clean and… nice?” You stared at the floor with the same level of confusion as the young man opposite you, slowly coming to a stand.

“Have you still not had a conversation with him?” With him? Wait a minute.

“Camilo! I’m going to whoop your arse. Go back to normal.” The young man smirked, morphing back into the familiar body of the shape shifting Madrigal.

“Sorry, y/n.” You grunted, shoving past him so you could carry on walking towards Casita.

“Wait, wait. Slow down, I injured my foot this morning.” You twisted your neck to face him, observing his obvious and somewhat dramatic limp the boy was sporting.

“Injured it, how?” Suspicion, was a human right when Camilo Madrigal was involved.

“Tripped, Casita. You know how they get.” You glanced to the large colourful house at the top of the hill, before offering your shoulder to Camilo so he could rest his weight on you. Lucky for you the boy was scrawny, and didn’t weigh you down so much so you would need to call for Luisa. “Thanks, y/n.”

“Don’t sweat it, today’s a good day.”

“Because of your date?”

“Don’t be nosey, that’s Dora’s job.” Camilo shook his curls in annoyance, digging his heels into the ground to slow you down as much as he could without you noticing his little stunt. But, you were persistent in getting to your destination and so doubled your efforts without wondering why things had got heavier. In no time, you were at Casita’s door which opened to welcome you inside.

“Ma’am.” You greeted Pepa, who was battling a milky cloud above her head.

“Ah, call me Pepa. Pe-Pa. Camilo why are you walking funny?”

“He hurt his foot.” Pepa’s eyebrows rose, and the cloud turned to a sooty grey.

“Camilo Madrigal, why do you lie to Isabela’s nice girlfriend?” Camilo gave a sheepish smile, standing up straight and walking without a limp to help his mother, in the hopes he could lighten the cloud again. The two walked off, leaving you alone in the entrance of the house.

“Not her girlfriend, yet… I’ll just wait here then.” You crossed your arms, trying to locate anybody in the house. The last time you’d barged into Isabela’s room early, you were threatened to be strung up by one of her flower vines. So, you shook your head when Casita tried to push you forward with a tile to the stairs.

“No, Casita. You know what Isa is like.”

“Isa, girlfriend!” You jumped, having not noticed Mirabel above you.

“Is she ready?” Mirabel shrugged at your question, not bothering to come downstairs as Isabel often whisked you outside as quick as possible.

“I thought Camilo was stalling her?!” A voice shouted back, and your lips quirked at the voice of the girl who was keeping you hanging for your date. Soon enough, Isabela appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a deep purple dress with splatters of every colour, it had been decorated with matching every colour flowers that also crowned dark silky hair. This specific dress was your favourite one, as it was the most imperfectly chaotic thing you could find in her whole room.

“Finally, thought I was being stood up.” You teased, brushing a flower that was shot at you away. Isabela approached, gliding smoothly across the house and stopping in front of you with a nervous smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” The front door opened before you could touch it, and you dragged her into the street with a laugh. “Relax, Isa. You look stressed.”

“I’m not stressed, and I look wonderful.”

“You can look both.” She frowned, waving her bare wrist in your face, the source of her nervousness.

“I couldn’t find the bracelet you gave me. It’s lost forever.”

“And?” It wasn’t that big of a deal, the bracelet was quick to make and it wasn’t your best work.

“And? The outfit would have been perfect, but now I have no bracelet.” You took her wrist gently, kissing the inside of it.

“We can make more, I still have supplies. Plus, things tend to disappear and turn up again in your house I remember” Isabela froze, taking a moment to contemplate the idea that must sound preposterous in her own head.

“I suppose, we could miss it. The outfit still looks good, right?” You hummed in confirmation, squinting against the sun to scout out some food from one of the stalls. “At least it’s still sunny.” A crack of thunder sounded, and a dark clouds filled the sky as if the world wanted to juxtapose anything Isabela said. “I hate my family. If any of my cousins have caused Pepa to make a storm, I’m going to- Oh I’m going to… What are you doing?”

Isabela had stopped threatening her family, to watch you dance around in the pouring rain.

“Dancing.”

“Without music.”

“Listen to the rain.” She hid her smile with a groan of irritation, growing a small palm tree that she could hold above her as an umbrella.

“Does nothing phase you?’

“Nope.” You popped the P, gently easing the makeshift umbrella from Isabela’s hand. She let you take it with narrowed eyes, and throw it to the floor; the rain pelted onto her head, sealing dark strands of hair down her face. “Dance with me.”

“I’m not dancing in the rain, this day was meant to be perfect.” You took her other hand, swaying side to side.

“Isa, what did we say about that word?” She blew a strand from her mouth, the drops dripping from her long eyelashes.

“I’m not a kid.”

“Isa…” She stomped her foot, like a little kid. Giving into your pout with a sigh, the girl was nothing but a softy.

“Things don’t need to be perfect for them to be perfect.”

“And?” You prompted, as she started to sway with you to a quicker pace as the rain hit harder.

“Social perfection is impossible.”

“But?” You let her spin you around, as she tried to think of the final thing.

“There was nothing else, I memorised it.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer so your noses brushed. “My dress is getting ruined.”

“It adds to the look. Let’s go see if we can nick a soggy bun from a stall.”

“Excuse me? You never told me the final thing, and I know I didn’t forget because I haven’t failed a single test in my life.” You laughed, cupping her face with one hand, the other plucking a flower with irregular petals from her hair and tucking it behind your own ear.

“You will always be good enough for me.”

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