That’s my girl
Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader
she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo
blurb, fluff, very fluffy, very short
word count: 699
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
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“Camilo, stand straight,”
“Ay,” Camilo groaned, but did as told. “I’m standing straight.”
“Five years. For five years I’ve been telling you this,” Y/N said, putting up five fingers. He looked at her palm, nodding.
She didn’t know what to expect, but what he did next was not it. Camilo placed his own palm against hers and interlocked their fingers. Bringing their joined hands higher, he placed a tender kiss on the back of her palm. She bit the inside of her cheek at this action. If there was one thing to always expect from Camilo, it was him being unexpectedly cute.
“Dork,” she muttered, untangling her fingers from his grasp.
She placed her elbow back on her knee and rested her chin on her palm. Staring ahead, she tapped her fingers against her cheeks.
Camilo stood beside her, not feeling like joining his girlfriend on the stone wall. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she responded, but her eyes remained on the setting sun. Like she wasn’t exactly listening. Camilo’s eyebrows scrunched. Turning his whole body towards her, he took a step forward. Now vis-a-vis and blocking the view, Y/N had to look up at him.
“Mi vida, you’re spacing out,” he deadpanned.
“I’m just taking in the view,”
“This isn’t the first time,”
Y/N straightened. Her hands fell down onto her lap, her torso was now perpendicular to the ground. That way, they could see eye to eye. But did they?
“I’m fine, Camilo,” she said.
“I hope so,” he sighed. “Because if you weren’t that would mean you’re not telling me something I should know.”
She tensed at the seriousness that overcame both his features and voice. This was the less common side of Camilo Madrigal. The one he reserved for scolding his loved ones for not taking care of themselves. Serious Camilo was someone she got to meet a lot these past few months, actually.
Instead of responding, she reached down and gently took his wrist. Sliding her hand into his own, she brought it up. She placed it on her lap. With a sigh and a nod, she started playing with his palm, his fingers. Caressing his smooth skin, delicately touching his rough from all the work fingertips. She couldn’t help but notice how quickly the tension left him and soon his hand went limp. Free for her to play with.
“You care a lot,” she said quietly. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m happy actually.”
By closing his fingers on her own, he stopped her little game. “You are?”
“Very.” she smiled.
“Mhm,” he hummed, stepping closer and moving to hold her other hand. “Why? What’s causing you to be so happy?”
A soft laugh escaped Y/N’s throat. “I know you know. You just want to hear me say it.”
“Maybe.” he let go of her hands. His own made their way to her waist. His fingers rubbed up and down her sides, dancing across her skin. “Come on, say it.”
“Dios, it’s you.” she rolled her eyes. “There. Ego boosted enough?”
He shook his head, before staring deep into her eyes and placing his forehead against hers. “I’m gonna need a name. Who did you say makes you happy?”
She pressed her lips tightly as a smile spread across her face. “Camilo.” she responded after having a mental debate with herself about whether she should or not.
“Oh? Who’s that? There are a lot of Camilo’s in this world. You’re gonna have to be more specific-“
“Madrigal, jeez. It’s Camilo Madrigal,” she laughed, cutting him off.
“Camilo Madrigal? What about him?” he kissed her cheek.
“You’re insufferable, I can’t believe you,”
“That sounds like a you problem.” he kissed her other cheek. “What about him?” he repeated his question.
“Camilo Madrigal makes me happy,” she gave in.
He pulled away unconvinced. Raising his brow and pursing his lips, he stared at her. Y/N groaned.
“Camilo Madrigal makes me very happy, the happiest actually,”
“And?”
“And I love him very much,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him back to her. “I love him more than anything.”
“That’s my girl,” he whispered before kissing her deeply.
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thank you for reading <3
this is an old draft of an old version of a request i’m still working on
jeez, writer’s block can be a bitch
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Could you draw Luisa in an evening gown?
This ones kinda sketchy but I like it🥴
I know u said evening gown... but I just really wanted to put her in one of the fancier traditional colombian dresses, so this could fit in with canon😳 maybe she's going to a party? Prom? Idk. Drawing Luisa with her hair down is so fun AHHH 💞💞💞
I imagine Luisa loving princess stories and basically being the epitome of a girly girl. But I think this also made her really upset,,, because Isabela got the life she wanted in terms of romance and fantastical girlinesss,(I believe she 100% likes her muscles tho! Plus her gift too, although it is exhausting mentally) I just imagine her pining for a boyfriend all throughout school, only for all of her crushes to end up liking her sister or cousin instead..🥺😔
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Got a Mirabel question based off one of your reblogged posts:
Who would be more protect the first time Mirabel brings someone home: Luisa or Isabella?
I'm gonna say Luisa. By this point, the family expects Isabela to intimidate the guy with a cactus (or two. Or ten) but it's Luisa who really goes into protective sister mode
Despite her muscles and Gift, Luisa wasn't actually one to flaunt her strength. In fact, she was a total softie.
So when Mirabel first brought a boy home, everyone expected Isabela to be the one to scare him. And, sure, Isabela sweetly threatened to shove a cactus where the sun didn't shine if he hurt her sister. But Luisa had been sweet as sugar for the entire dinner.
Then this boy, Rodrigo, asked Agustín and Julieta if he could take Mirabel for a walk. They agreed, of course.
But Luisa cornered him when Mirabel went to find her shawl.
She bent down, smiling. "If you hurt her," she said sweetly. "I'll make sure no one ever finds your body."
Rodrigo jerked back, eyes wide. "W-what?"
"You heard me." Her smile widened.
Mirabel came skipping back downstairs. Luisa straightened back up, smiling fondly at her baby sister.
"Have fun!" Luisa chirped, pulling Mirabel into one of her usual bone-crushing hugs. As she hugged Mirabel, she glared at Rodrigo.
Safe to say he looked a little pale as they left.
As soon as the door way closed, Luisa went in search of Dolores.
"Tell me straight away if he tries anything," Luisa ordered, arms crossed. "I'll break him."
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