hello, love your writing and saw requests were open!
sometimes when im anxious or frustated, i raise my voice and snap at people without really realizing it. could you do a camilo x reader where reader accidentally snaps at camilo for some reason? sorry if this wasnt really descriptive!
Not Tonight - Camilo Madrigal x gn!reader
a/n: I decided to make this about the reader being stressed out about school beause that is my constant state atm lmao 😭😭
warnings: a tiny bit of angst ig??
word count: 619 words
It was a wonderful warm day, the sun was shining brightly outside, you could hear the children of the village shrieking with laughter. Three things that would usually brighten your mood.
Today, however, it just worsened it.
You were stuck inside, hunched over a desk, trying to revise for an upcoming exam. It was your worst subject, but you had to do well in it. You couldn’t risk a fail, hence your current predicament. You had been locked away all weekend, frustration growing with every second. No matter what you did, the information just wouldn’t stick. You threw the page you were currently rereading down onto the desk and rubbed your hands down your face, groaning in frustration. You wanted to kick and scream and do anything but study. You sighed and picked up your pen when three knocks sounded at your door.
“Mi amor? Are you in there?” Camilo’s voice called from the other side of it.
You stood up and opened your door, glad to see your boyfriend, as always, but even more so if it got you away from your studying for even a second.
“What's up, Camilo?” You asked, inviting him in.
“I just came to see if you wanted to hang out? It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He flopped onto your bed, drawing out his words to emphasise them.
“Mi vida, it’s been a day.”
“Exactly! Ages! So we should hang out.”
“No, Camilo, I can’t. I have to study.” You sighed, sitting back down at your desk, pulling a page of notes towards you. Camilo sat up on your bed, watching you.
“Corazón, you’ve been at it all weekend. You need a break. It’ll only be an hour!”
“Camilo, you say it’ll be an hour, then oh, it’s time for dinner, so I may as well go to casita with you for dinner. After all, we both know how much I love Julieta’s food. Then I start chatting to Pepa and end up staying all evening. As much as I love spending time with you, mi cielo, I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Amor - you haven’t been outside, you really should-”
“No! Camilo, my answer is no!” You snapped, your tone vicious and full of venom. You cringed as soon as you said it, immediately full of regret.
“Oh. I guess I’ll go then. I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” Camilo said quietly, standing up and heading towards the door.
“No, Camilo, wait-”
“You’ve made it very clear you don’t want me here. I’m just a bother. I’ll go.” His voice was cracking, like he was trying not to cry. You jumped up and grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“No, Camilo. Stay. You’re never a bother. Not to me.” You pulled him into an embrace, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re right. I need a break. I’m crazy stressed and I took it out on you. Lo siento, mi amor.”
He stayed quiet, tucking his head into your shoulder. You squeezed him tightly, stroking his hair with one hand. You tried to express how sorry you were and how much you loved him and he meant to you through your actions.
“It’s okay, mi vida. I- I know you didn’t mean it.” He pulled out of your arms, but didn’t let go of you, studying your tired face. “Let’s relax for a little while, yeah? I have plenty of practice with helping Luisa to relax.”
“That sounds good.” You smiled, “what do you suggest?”
“Cuddles. Lots of cuddles.” He dragged you towards your bed, making you both fall atop it in each other’s arms.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whispered to him.
“Agreed.” He replied, now smiling again.
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worthy of you
book of life inspired series: wait for you, fight for you
you and camilo have a little moment before your other suitor barges in and ruins the moment.
The next few days were a blur to both you and Camilo. The town’s lively chatter of your return hadn’t ceased for the whole week. Everyone was still excited from your return as well as the mysterious handsome boy that you’ve brought along with you.
The girls and boys your age were all filled with envy when Camilo had often asked you out to explore Encanto with him all over again. Though he could also detect a sense of longing in their eyes which made him groan in frustration. Really? He had the whole town as his rival apart from the Del Pilar guy?
He tried not to sigh deeply as he pursed his lips, unable to think about anything but you. Not even seconds could help him take off the heaviness that threatened to weigh him down.
“Camilo? Estás bien?” Your voice suddenly jolted him out of his thoughts and he struggled to find the words. What was he doing again? Oh right. He had invited you for a picnic of sorts and here you were perched on the fountain of the town square.
“Estoy bien, bonita.” Came his flustered response upon seeing you tilt you head to the side, doe eyes gazing right up at him. Miercoles, he thought to himself, how are you this adorable? He found himself staring as he ate one of his tia’s arepas.
“Oh right, I forgot!” Camilo watched as you rummaged through your mochila that Mirabel had gifted you. Strangely enough, it had the colors of his ruana as well as a little emroidered chameleon on its’ side. You then pull out a familiar stuffed toy and he swore his heart soared. Like he had done with the ruana you gave him, you had kept the stuffed chameleon he had given you all those years ago.
“Amarillo has certainly seen better days.” You smile up at him sheepishly. The stuffed toy had clashing colored threads, probably from the amount of times you’ve repaired him in the span of eight years. “But I love him nonetheless.”
Oh how he wished he was Amarillo instead as you hugged the precious stuffed chameleon close, smiling so fondly at the toy he and his mother had painstakingly worked on during your last days in Encanto.
It took him years. Years to finally convince himself that he didn’t like you in a way that his family insisted that he did. You were just (Name) his childhood friend. (Name) who was just someone he missed someone. (Name) who he waited patiently for 8 years, never looking at anyone else.
And then you were (Name). You were his (Name). And he knew deep down that he loved you. That he did like you in a way his familia insisted he did. He loved you.
What they said was true. Absence does makes the heart grow fonder.
His eyes softened as he gazed at you, noticing how the setting sun’s rays caressed your face. He chanced upon the moment the orange glow from the sun crowned you with a halo. And you took both his breath and his heart with you without even doing anything.
You caught his gaze, face instantly warming up at how he looked at you with eyes that held nothing but love, warmth, and yearning. For a moment you were frozen as he gently reached out to cup your cheek in his warm palm before you smile, leaning against it whilst you looked at him with just as much love.
“Camilo?” You breathed out, voice barely a whisper.
He smiled fondly, eyes flickering briefly to your lips, letting himself steal just a few more seconds of holding you like this before he gently pinched your nose and laughed. He tried to play it cool, play it suave like he always had but as he pulled his hand away, he gently clenched it by his side, trying to remember the way your skin felt against his palm even as he had just touched it a few seconds ago.
He raised the same hand to his lips, acting as if he was just covering his mouth as he laughed at you but grazed his lips against his palm where he had touched your cheek, his freckled cheeks bursting into a heated fluster.
Camilo averted his gaze.
“Ay, bonita, you don’t know what you do to me.”
He knew he had an opportunity there and then to confess to you. To ask you to be his and his only forever. And he would’ve until he heard your name being called out by a familiar voice, one that he despised oh so dearly.
Andres Del Pilar strided towards the both of you, an unreadable expression on his handsome features.
“(Name), mi princesa, your papá has asked me to escort you home.” He stood tall, waiting for you who had looked at Camilo with a bashful smile, the warmth on your face never leaving.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Camilo?” You offer as you gently pat your dress to remove any crease and nonexistent dirt.
“Si, tomorrow, mi reina.” He stammered, clambering onto his feet. Camilo could see how your offer had made Andres’ eyes narrow and he clicked his tongue in distaste. Even more so when he had swiftly added his petname for you.
You think he’s gonna let Andres call you princess? Well, you’re his queen. It was insignificant, maybe even petty but he had liked seeing the ticked off face of that pompous jerk.
Sensing the tenseness between both boys, particularly Andres’ sharp look at Camilo, you frown. You weren’t particularly aware of what the two boys were feuding about, blissfully unaware of the pair’s vying for your heart.
As you walked away after giving him one last smile, Andres had stayed in place, letting you go ahead a little ways away before he turned to the shapeshifter with a smile. It wasn’t a friendly one. It was strained, never quite meeting his eyes.
“You just don’t know when to quit, do you?” His tone was steady and unnervingly calm. “Qué Gueva,” He laughed, throwing his head back with a cackle.
“You really think you stand a chance? You really think she wants a nobody that can just shapeshift?” Andres stood tall as he approached Camilo who rather than back down, stood tall as well with his head up high. “You’re nothing without your powers, Madrigal. Let’s face it. Without your stupid miracle, nobody, I mean nobody, would give you the time of day.”
“She doesn’t want you. She’d never want you.” He hissed under his breath, his calm and formal facade breaking for a moment. “You and your family are all just a bunch of freaks—“
Andres finds himself lifted by the collar of his shirt, fistfuls of the fabric of his clothing bunched into Camilo’s hands. He wanted to swing. He wanted to knock Andres to the ground.
“Watch yourself, bastardo.” His hands shook as he held a wide-eyed Andres who grasped onto Camilo’s wrist. “I can take any insult but if you dare say a word about mi familia..” He trails off, letting his threat hang.
Andres choked at the tightness of his hold, his eyes narrowing before he roughly pushed the boy away. He wanted to say something but his bruised ego had made him scoff, straightening out his shirt as he quickly fled, muttering something under his breath.
He didn’t know how long he had stood there, eyes still locked onto the direction that you had walked off in. Camilo pursed his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets with a frustrated sigh.
Camilo knew better than to let words affect him but Andres’ words rang in his mind.
“What if he’s right?” He asked outloud to himself in the now desolate streets. “I can’t offer her anything like Andres can. I’m.. I’m nothing without my miracle..” His voice trembled as he furrowed his brows, his insecurities coming to fruition as he grit his teeth. Just who was Camilo Madrigal without the miracle? And could that Camilo compete with someone like Andres?
He could feel his heart hammering against his chest and his eyes watered as he took in deep but painful breaths. His vision was blurred with tears as he leaned against the fountain that the both of you had sat on.
A heavy weight upon his shoulders. A heavy thought played in his mind. A heavy question was left unanswered as he looked to the starry sky.
Was he worthy of you?
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Okay, another Encanto headcanon:
When Bruno got his gift, people at first mostly asked him positivly connoted stuff, I mean, the little kid was five and like they asked him things like will an already well functioning relationship continue to do so or will thriving crop give a good harvest this year or will a toy another kid already asked their parents for their birthday be what they will get - ya know, things that kinda already imply a positive answer and naturally it made people thrilled and happy and Bruno became a bit of a star in town with people asking him for fortunes they pretty much already knew would be good, but it was nice seeing this cute little weird future telling boy telling them they were right. However, when Bruno got older and people, like, got their head around the fact the lad *really* could tell the future and usually what he said came true, they also began asking him more serious stuff and stuff that was not already inclined positive, but rather negative in hopes that - like when he was little and they asked nice things - he’d be able to tell them that things would indeed be good. However, when they began asking stuff like will the crop in a dry season still be plentiful or will an already crumbling relationship continue or will an old, sick grandpa make it through next winter, people hoped he’d tell them positive things like he did when asked positive questions, but obviously he couldn’t and people got upset just, ya know, being people and like reasing a bad horoscope or something they still kept asking him, just to get upset again, when he couldn’t magically solve their problems or issues ahead of them that they probably - deep down - already knew anyway.
That is also when Brunos room began scooting back up that staircase beside Julietas room, as he started to withdraw as obviously all these upset people and not exactly happy visions about dead and hungry and sad and angry people were very taxing on him and he was always that awkward aroace introvert guy who really just wanted to make his beloved fam and friends happy and like him. I also imgine that as time went by and Bruno invented his little ritual so people also could no longer jump him on the street all “WHAT’S MY FUTURE!” but had to come to his tower and receive the green glass like a print of “It’s what I saw, sorry...:C” the stairs got more and more and more so people had to go up there if they wanted a prophecy and ya know, make it harder for them, but also harder for Bruno himself, because he felt his gift was just helping nobody and of no real good use to the town or it’s people and when it eventually hit his own family with Mirabels prophecy, he just had had too much and rather left than end up bringing bad luck on his own beloved family.
So. Yeah. Thanks for everyone who read this wall of text. I love this movie. ‘kay thx. XD