#Camilo being a slight simp

[snowflakeanimelover]

A Favor

Relationship: Camilo Madrigal x Female Reader

Fandom: Encanto

Warnings: arguing, major fluff :), cute, nicknames, some Spanish words

Dictionary:

Mi amor: means “my love”

Oh dios mio: means “oh my god”

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“Come on!”

I could practically see my brain from how hard I rolled my eyes. My best friends’ constant nagging about this favor I owe him is making the violent urge to punch him grow bigger.

With a heavy sigh, I lift the weighted basket up and onto a table. It was half set up for my sales of the day. “For the last time, Camilo, no!” I yell out in frustration.

“Please! Remember, (Y/N), you owe me a favor.” He pleads. His flirty self leans against the table I was setting up, his smirk growing wide as he observed me. “And you can use this opportunity to wear that pretty dress you got recently.” He winks playfully.

With a scoff, I flick a decorative oven mitt to his face. “You mean the one you got me for my birthday? Yeah, right. How many times do I have to tell you? There is no way I’m going to act like your girlfriend for your family.”

“It’s only for one night!” He argues, grabbing the oven mitt from his face and setting it down.

“You know that’s not how long it’ll last.” I giggle.

With the table now decorated with my hand-crafted oven mitts and scarves laid out, I smile proudly at my effort. Dusting my skirt off, I push Camilo to the side so I could stand my post.

A loud groun slips from his lips. A dramatic teen he was, I found out a long time ago. “I am begging you, mi amor.”

The nickname sends warmth to my cheeks. As much as I know he likes to flirt with me, even as his best friend, it still gets to my heart.

I sigh once more. “How did you even get to this predicament, anyways?” I decided to ask.

He chuckles nervously. “Uh…you know my Ma is pretty adamant about me finding a partner in the future….” He clears his throat before continuing, “but she kept nagging and nagging about it….so I may have blurted out that I’m in a relationship right now.”

“Oh, dios mio, Camilo!” I yell out. “What is wrong with you?!”

He nods with a crooked smile. “Yeah….I know.”

My fingers pinch lightly against the bridge of my nose in frustration. I groan loudly when my mind comes to a decision.

“Fine!”

His eyes light up at my words, excitement clearly rising in his system. “Really?!”

“Yes! I’ll do it. But only. For. One. Night.” I clarify.

“Of course, mi amor!” His hands cup my cheeks, soft lips pressing against one side gently. “See you tonight!”

#encanto #Camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #Camilo #Madrigal #fluff #x reader #reader #female reader #cute #nicknames #Spanish words #Camilo being a slight simp #best friends #fake relationship

[biographydivider]

A get-well-soon present for @ramblesanddragons, based on her thoughts about Bruno’s pop culture vision 💕 💕 💕 hope that kittycat is still being sweet to you!

“Coffee, Bruno?”

Bruno hummed sleepily under his breath. “Thanks, kiddo. Just what your ol’ tio needs, heh.”

The cup, filled with steaming hot, black-as-night deliciousness, was in front of him before he could blink. Or maybe he’d just nodded off in between Camilo asking him and him delivering the goods to the breakfast table. The Madrigal morning briefing had been over for about half an hour, and Bruno hadn’t managed to move yet. His limbs felt like they were made of lead - he’d had a bad night’s sleep, full of visions that had kinda been dreams, and dreams that were sorta visions, and some stuff in between where Julieta had turned into a donkey and told him he’d be late for Sunday School if he didn’t put on his best pearls and get going. Everything was still...blurry. Tinged a little with green. Nothing a good cup o’ Joe wouldn’t fix.

Who was Joe?

Ahhhh. Didn’t matter. Coffee coffee coffee. Mmmmm.

As he slurped, Camilo took a seat beside him, busying himself with with cutting his toenails. If Mamá caught him doing that at the table, he’d get scalped. But Bruno was too drained to do anything about it. Instead, he watched Mariano bracing the slight slope that led from the town to La Casita; a gigantic bouquet of flowers clutched in one large hand, a jar of Osvaldo’s best candies tucked under the other muscular arm.

“Hola, hermano,” Camilo called out. “Special occasion?”

“What?” Mariano looked down at the contents of his arms with a look of vague surprise. “Oh. This?”

“Got it in one. Who says you’re not smart, amigo?”

Mariano ignored the jab. Or didn’t register it. “It’s mine and Dolores’ one hundred and five-day anniversary. I wanted to make it special for her.”

“Uh, Señor Guz -- I-I mean, Mariano,” Bruno said, stirring the dregs of the coffee in his cup with one finger, “y’do know an anniversary means one year, right? You can’t just...I mean, y’can’t just use it for whatever you want, y’know?”

Mariano’s eyes had misted over with what Mirabel called ‘The Lovey-Dovey Look’.  Big, soft eyes filling with sentimental tears, and a wide smile that showed off all those perfect teeth. “My Dolores is worth it, Señor Madrigal,” Mariano breathed. “I’ll create a reason to celebrate every single day, if it means I get to celebrate her.”

“Gross,” Camilo muttered under his breath, his attention turning to a particularly tough toenail as Mariano turned away and swept himself off into the house.

“Be nice, Milo,” Bruno muttered dryly, a sardonic little smile curling at the edges of his mouth. “He can’t help being a simp.”

There was a long, icy pause. The kind of pause Bruno had been on the receiving end of all his life. The kind that meant he’d said something totally, futuristically insane. He turned his head, wincing.

Camilo was staring at him like Bruno had stood up from the table and slapped him with a wet fish. “Wh...what did you say?!”

“Er...a...a-a-a-a simp?” Bruno shrugged. “I-I-I-I think that’s what I said, anyway?”

Another long pause.

“But Bruno,” Camilo breathed, leaning waaaay too far into his tio’s personal space and gripping both his spindly wrists, “what does it meeeeean?!”

Bruno opened his mouth to reply. Then closed it. Then opened it again, one finger pointed towards the sky for emphasis. And then he closed it again, finger crooking in defeat. “I...don’t...know.”

“So why did you say it?!”

“I dunno! You think I know why I say anything?!”

“So I can use it, then?”

“NO!” Something deep and primal in Bruno’s guts knew that word, whatever it meant, would get him in a lot of trouble with his sobrina and her new beau. But Camilo - awful demon child that he was - was already grinning his Chesire Cat grin, planning to ruin Bruno’s day before it began.

What was a Cheshire Cat?!?!

“I’m gonna go say it.”

“Milo --!”

“You can’t stop me you’re old and frail!”

“Get back here you little --”

“Let go of my foot! DOLORES!”

“Camilo!”

“DOLORES BRUNO CALLED MARIANO A BAD WORD”

“What?! Bruno!”

Oh great. Now Pepa was involved. This was almost as bad as the time he called her a ‘basic bitch’ when he was fifteen. Bruno let go of his sobrino’s foot, watched as the little brat scurried away into the house, and let his head fall onto the breakfast table with an audible thunk.

He needed another cup of coffee.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #ohhhh it feels nice to be back with these characters #I missed them #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal

[radiorenjun]

shape-shifting frolics || camilo madrigal

¤ pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

¤ genre : fluff. Just fluff.

¤ synopsis: isabela was right. camilo should really man up and talk to you instead of turning into his sister so that he could have an excuse to see you or talk to you.

¤ warnings: slightly out of character(?), utterly nonsensical I was just camilo brainrotting OKAY HIS "ISABELA YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE" GOT MY HEART BACKFLIPPING

¤ wordcount: 1.4k

¤ a/n: mutuals, look away, you ain't seeing me simping for a 3d Disney character I swear this is a fever dream. ALSO I AM NOT HISPANIC OR COLUMBIAN SO UH PLS INFORM ME IF I SAID SMTH WRONG

¤ tagging: the fellow members of the camilo simp club yes sir @roochcooch @c-sanshine

“I don’t think there would be a single boring day if I were to live here,” you exclaimed with a light giggle, one of Antonio’s birds nuzzling its beak against your head before flying away (presumably back into Antonio’s room). “Well, that’s the amazing Madrigals for ya,” Mirabel shrugged with a laugh of agreement, clasping her hands behind her back as you both wandered down the halls filled with glowing, golden doors.

“However, sometimes it isn’t as fun considering I have to deal with Tia Pepa’s irregular moods or the amount of flowers blooming from Senorita Perfecta Isabela’s gift,” she added, shuddering to emphasize her words. 

Finally entering her room, you sat down on her bed, bouncing on the mattress with an enthusiastic smile. “I like your room the most though, Antonio’s may look like something out of heaven itself but yours seems so minimalistic and artistic,” you felt a small tap under your feet, looking down to see the tiles moving as if they were agreeing with you. “Thanks, it was Antonio’s room too, you know. Right before he got his gift, I mean,” she chuckled, placing her hands on her hips as she examined her own room. 

“This is just proof that you have magnificent taste in room decor,” you grinned, giving her an enthusiastic jazz of both of your hands. “I guess so,” she shrugged with a giddy smile stretched across her face, clearly thrilled to have a friend around her age to talk to for once. She was just about to say something when a distant call of her name pierced both of your ears.

"That's Isabela," she shook her head with a small sigh, visibly deflating as her older sister let out another call of her name from God knows where. "Wait here, I'll be quick," she gave you a small smile, waving slightly before frowning abruptly and exiting the room, jogging down the halls while responding with an equally loud "coming!"

Chuckling, you scoot around the bed to get into a more comfortable position. Looking back up to the opened doorway, you spotted Dolores, Mirabel's oldest cousin, standing silently with a plate filled with food. "Dolores, it's good to see you again!" You exclaimed, waving enthusiastically at the woman before getting up to your feet to walk towards her. 

"How have you been? Hearing any gossip lately?" ou been, one of mi favorite Madrigals? Heard any good gossip lately with those sharp ears of yours?” you grinned, nudging her arm with your elbow. The older girl’s eyes darted from her plate of food before giving you a nervous smile, shrugging without uttering a word. “Hmm?” you hummed, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion. Usually Dolores wouldn’t miss an opportunity to spill any juicy gossip around town to you, after all, you two have been pretty good friends ever since Mirabel introduced you to the whole family. 

“Oh Dios, Camilo! Stop pretending to be me to talk to Y/n. Wait, did you take extra food from the table too? I’m telling Abuela!” Dolores exclaimed from her own room, her head poking out of the doorway with brows furrowed in frustration before letting out a small ‘humph’ afterwards. You watched the older girl snuck her head back in her own room, the sound of her wooden door being closed shut could be heard from a mile away as you slowly turned to the person you were talking to. 

“Turning into your sister just to talk to me again, Camilo?” you shook your head with a laugh of disbelief, putting your hands on your hips as you turned to the boy who was still shaped as his older sister. Camilo then proceeded to shapeshift back to his usual self with a slightly bashful, yet cheeky expression, shrugging softly at you as he shoved an arepa into his mouth to keep himself from answering you. He let out incomprehensible answers through the arepa in between his lips, hands moving around to emphasize on whatever he was trying to say. 

“Tio Felix would not approve of you for being such a scaredy cat, primo Camilo,” Mirabel’s voice appeared right behind the boy, who made even louder incoherent noises through a mouthful of food. The freckled, brown haired boy paused when he realised you were still watching him argue back against his cousin with a look of silent adoration, slightly catching him off guard. “You know, you could just talk to me like a normal person,” you raised your eyebrow at the boy, a loopy smile hanging off of your lips. 

Gulping down the remnants of his food, the boy simply gave you a smile that mirrored your own, however, it had some glint of soft bashfulness to it that was simply adorable. Camilo then let out a small grunt when the door moved to make contact against his back, indicating that the casita was silently hyping him up so that he could finally gather the courage to just straight up make a conversation with you without any nervous skedaddling. 

He scrunched his face together cutely as he glared at the door, receiving an amused tap from the tiles of the floor in response. Looking back at you, he raised a hand up to scratch the back of his neck with an awkward laugh. “Well, if I did, that wouldn’t be very fun now would it?” he asked with a wiggle of his own eyebrows as his hand grabbed an arepa from his plate, grabbing your wrist with his pinky and ring finger to raise your hand up towards him before placing the treat on your opened palm. 

“That’s the only talking I’m going to do today, adios,” he grinned, shapeshifting into an exact copy of you as he gave you a finger gun salute before transforming back to himself and running away without another word in case their Abuela was around to see him with a second serving of food on his plate. Mirabel shook her head in second hand embarrassment, walking up to stand beside you as you watched the boy disappear right around the corner with the same loopy smile hanging off of your lips. 

“I still don’t understand what you see in that boy, he’s too cowardly to even talk to you, let alone confess,” she sighed, half lidded eyes bored through the lens of her glasses as she gave you a pointed look. Glancing down at the arepa he had given you a few minutes prior, you simply shrugged with a small chuckle. “At least he’s somewhat trying, I find this equally as amusing as you do, amiga,” you exclaimed with a giddy smile, your shoulders raising as you took a bite from the arepa. 

Ah yes, Camilo Madrigal. The older brother of the youngest Madrigal, one who bears the gift of being able to shapeshift into anyone you know. One who often pulled harmless pranks on you but never made the effort to make a decent conversation with you due to his slight bashfulness, his liking towards you was never subtle in the slightest considering he would silently shapeshift into whatever Madrigal you were most comfortable with (usually Dolores or Mirabel) just to give you a small bit of whatever he had stolen from the pantry. You would usually ask a couple hours later if they actually gave you the snack, only to receive ‘no’s for an answer. 

A sweet gesture, nonetheless.  

“Wished he could just stop posing as other people to try to talk to me though, would be nice to talk to Camilo face to face and admire him straight away,” you shrugged, chewing idly as Mirabel gave you a perplexed, concerned expression. “What? It would be nice to receive food from the boy you like without him shaping into your friend or his older sister to do so, you kno-”

“Camilo! Stop being a coward and talk to your girlfriend face to face like a man,” Isabela’s loud, high pitched voice could be heard from the second floor. Attracting both of your attention as you looked down from the railing of the stairs to see the pastel dressed girl with a snarky grin on her face, arms crossed as loud choking noises could be heard from the distance.

You giggled at the image of Camilo in the middle of eating his food when Isabela suddenly said that, imagining how he would’ve shapeshifted into you out of reflex before punching his own chest to get himself to stop choking. 

“Shut up, Isabela, she’s literally upstairs!”

“Exactly my point!” 

#camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal #encanto #look away i am definitely not simping over camilo after the encanto movie me n my friends watched last night #encanto x reader #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabel madrigal #im giving him more screentime than disney ever could smh