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BEHOLD
I’M AT THE WAFFLE HOUSE. I’M AT THE TAROT HUT. I’M AT THE COMBINATION WAFFLE HOUSE AND TAROT HUT.
people seriously still follow this?? im actually contemplating to delete this
LOUDER for those that have not gotten the message
i cant believe i made a list of characters, stuff and aus for valentines...
𝙔/𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨? so I had an idea. shocking I know. I know Encanto is in 1950s or something and Mary Poppins 1 was in 1910 which makes it in 1944 but I don't give a fuck because its an au sorry if its short:(
“She's gone, hasn't she, Micheal?” Jane looked at her brother, as she asked a question she knew the answer for. Michael nodded at his sister and turned around,Jane followed suit as both looked up at the sky. “Thank you Y/n Poppins. Goodbye” with that and a stray chuckle from Jane, the two went inside. ------ Up in clouds, Y/n flew towards Colombia. Flying was faster than what she let people see. she then landed in front of La Casa gracefully. Camilo just went back from another day of entertaining children and adults alike, they wondered if his Wife went home already. and so, he wondered no more as his said wife was infront of their house, it looked like she just came back from London. “Mi Amor!” he cheered, he ran to her, not even giving her enough time to turn around when he tackled her. “Cami, I love you but get off me, you're getting dirt in my clothes and yours.” “I don't care, I missed you. you're gone for months!” “Days, dear.” “Days!” complained Camilo as he buried his head deeper in the crook of your neck. “Camilo!” “okay, okay!”he (finally) stood up and helped you to your feet. you swept of some dust that caught in your dress and smiled at your husband. “Well? let's go in, shall we?” He grabbed your hand as he ran inside. he smiled at you and planted a kiss in your lips. he dragged you to your room, saying hi to Mirabel who hugged you first of course. Camilo jumped at your bed as you lied down next to him. “so, how's London?” Your husband asked as he played with your hair, “it was nice, I had to move big Ben's hand so that the Bank's kite would go in the office window.” you replied, closing your eyes he turned his body to face you, "was it tiring?" you opened your eyes locking it with his, "truly" "do you wanna cuddle?" his voice was soft, reassuring. you smiled at him, closed your eyes and nodded. he slinged his arm around you and pulled you closer to his chest. you nuzzled your nose at the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent, calming you almost immediately. " you-" a kiss on your nose "are- very" a kiss in each cheek "adorable" a kiss on your forehead "and beautiful" kisses in the sides of your eyes "and I am so lucky to have you" he finished with a kiss on the lips. you sighed in content, how did you end up with a very supportive husband? you don't actually know. but you're happy you have him too ... .. . "PAPIIIIIIIII! MIKAELA IS GONNA TORTURE ME!" a child. a boy barley seven ran up to you and Camilo and hid between you. a girl age eleven (see what i did there) was holding makeup supplies and hair pins as she tried to find her brother. "Israel what did you do" Camilo asked, not even looking behind him, "not so loud papí she's still here" a muffled whisper was heard slightly from the blanked behind both of you. "Mikaela, what did your brother do to get to this extent?" ou questioned your daughter as her eyes widened "Mamí! i was wondeeing when you'll come back! how was London? what did the Banks do now? can I go with you one day? I promise I'll be good!" you can barley catch up from her voice being fast as she stumbled between her words. Panting, at the door Mikaela once stood at was an adult antonio," heeeey, so- sohrry bout them hAh- Y/n! you're baHck! why did Dolores tell me anything- well- I- We'll leave you two alone" he panted as he took your daughter and his trusty jaguar took Israel by his shirt collar. simba vibes lmao. you both sighed, you lay your head on your arm, "I'm going to sleep" Camilo smiled, his eyes adorned with love and all that cute bullshit I'm getting tired omg you closed your eyes as Camilo hummed a tune softly
IT IS D O NE
someone help me find this specific fic, the title is 70 Years or something. camilo x reader. the reader is from this present that somehow got transported 70 years back, help pleaseeee I have been searching for six hours
just published the first chapter in my x reader fic on wattpad--do not ask why i'm there--updates may be slow considering my motivation for things.
★𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ☁︎𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲 ☞︎︎︎𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠...
just published the first chapter in my x reader fic on wattpad--do not ask why i'm there--updates may be slow considering my motivation for things.
Are you a minor or aoc? Asking just in case
minor and I do not take smut @thisistotallynotlevsimping
Do you accept requests??
yes, now if you want @thisistotallynotlevsimping I'm still them
Camilo is a small spoon. Send ask.
repost bc for some reason it disappeared from tags :(
camilo has an ego. he's a performer, he needs to look his best. he's got to seem large, confident, bold. appearances were everything, his display of himself was larger than life.
but keeping this up was exhausting. he had to, for his family's sake. he was the funny one. he was sly and confident and happy-go-lucky, and he was tired.
he was so sick of being the bold shapeshifter, he was sick of being special. it was selfish, he knew, but camilo often dreamt of being a normal kid, with a normal life, in an extremely average and ungifted family.
when he met you it was a breath of fresh air. you alleviated him, like a taste of sickly-sweet medicine on a stuffy winter night. your touch was a shock of sweet summer cold on a burning spring evening. you were the perfection of fall and all its wonders. you were his medicine.
sometimes, when camilo wasn't feeling as strong as he should, he would go to you. when he was only feeling like himself and none of his other forms, he'd speak to you. and the two of you would speak for hours.
it didn't matter how late it was or how busy you were. there was always time for him, and he always had time for you. one night, you lay in your bed and he was there too.
the yellow fabric of his ruana pooled on the sheets. you brushed your fingers against his hair. he's facing away from you- you think he might be asleep. his sides are rising and falling like a breathing statue.
he's so tired, you can tell. when he came to join you, his eyes were heavy and his voice was strained. he was curled into you, and now you could feel his body loosening at your touch.
because when he was next to you, camilo felt like he was himself. he didn't have to be anyone else. he was simply camilo, and he could breathe, as deep and as long as he wanted to.
send me headcannons!
Camilo before he and Y/n were friends: Y/n is playing hard to get
Camilo smirking: little do they know I play hard to get rid of
Y/N: Do you have a self-care routine?
Camilo: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.
teenager in love (part two) || camilo madrigal x reader
link to part one: teenager in love
pairing: camilo madrigal x reader
tags: pining, developing relationship, soft camilo
he/they for camilo, she/her for reader
a/n: wow…you guys really liked the first part. i didn’t intend to make more parts but after all those requests i was like why not. thank you all for the love on part one, i hope this is okay!
You had found yourself more and more reasons to be at the Madrigal house lately.
You weren’t opposed to it, far from it actually, but it was a bit strange.
Mirabel was your best friend, but you two had always spent time together at your house or around the village together. It was kind of ridiculous looking back on it, but you’d always assumed Casita was off limits of sorts.
Mirabel’s cousins and older sister were strange, you decided.
Isabela was a bit of a showoff, always bursting flowers in your face. You’d had to spit some rose petals out of your mouth more than once. Dolores was kind, if a bit off-putting from her knowing or intense looks she would sometimes give you.
You really had no idea where those came from.
Pepa was kind, she seemed the most excited to have you over, which was just strange. She wasn’t Mirabel’s mother, and you weren’t particularly close with her children.
Well…
Camilo had become something to look forward to.
He was funny, if a bit awkward. It puzzled you, he had a reputation of being suave and charming. He, for lack of a better word, was just a dork. He tripped over his words, panic shifted into random people, and shot cheesy one liners. But it was cute.
You were on your way to retrieve some snacks from Julietta when you ran into Dolores.
“Oh,” you said, slightly startled. “Hola Dolores.”
Dolores was stacking what seemed to be arepas con quesos on her plate, which you found a bit odd. You didn’t remember her being one to sneak snacks before dinner.
Dolores seemed startled, which was just weird. She was never startled, she could hear you coming from a mile away.
“Uh, Dolores?” You asked, head tilted.
She made a sort of squeaking sound, before rushing a goodbye and leaving the kitchen, plate left behind and all.
Huh. More arepas con quesos for you and Mirabel, then.
“Okay this is just getting pitiful,” Isabela remarked, arms crossed.
Dolores nodded, face buried in her palm. Luisa was absolutely not paying attention, too busy rerouting rivers and hoisting donkeys on her shoulder to engage with her cousins gossip.
Mirabel and you were sitting on a blanket a little ways away, enjoying the lazy Sunday and working on a crocheted blanket. The purpose was unknown to the meddling cousins, only ever seeing the yellow coloring and details you made that were rushed to be hidden.
Dolores and Isabela watched with pained expressions as Camilo avoided the area you and Mirabel were in like the plague. Spinning on his heel and visibly taking the long ways around. The reason? The first time he had seen you two there you had waved and smiled. K.O for the Madrigal boy.
Dolores had tried using her hearing to figure out what you and Mirabel could possibly be giggling about, but it was all a bunch of teenage girl stuff she couldn’t decipher. It made her feel old, and she was only twenty one!
“We need a way to, I don’t know, force Camilo and (Y/n) to have a longer conversation than Hola! and Adios!”
Dolores nodded, racking her brain for a way to have both you and Camilo present at the same time.
Mirabel was the only one you’d told about your growing crush on the resident shapeshifter.
The more you saw him and the more those strange little butterflies went off in your chest, the more you’d been able to assign a name to these feelings.
Who could blame you? He was kind, funny, caring, and thoughtful, but not enough people noticed that. When you were invited for dinner, you’d started to notice more things about the shapeshifter. When conversation got loud at the table, he always kept his voice low when sitting next to Dolores. When Antonio was upset, he did goofy impressions until he smiled. You wanted to be annoyed when he tricked you with impersonations, but it was too endearing to truly be mad at.
Mirabel had proposed the blanket. It gave you and Mirabel and excuse to hang out and just talk, and you were working on an icebreaker. A yellow blanket embroidered with chameleon designs had been your idea, modeled after the ruana he always wore.
You were still debating on actually giving it to him. Would that be too creepy? Oh god, what if all those times he stuttered around you was because he wanted to leave? What if-
“(Y/n),” Mirabel interrupted your spiraling thoughts. “You’re redoing the same stitching over and over.”
She was right. You hurriedly undid your mistakes, re-stitching them properly as your face flushed a light pink.
She gave you a knowing smirk. “Someone occupying your thoughts?” She asked with an eyebrow wiggle.
You rolled your eyes at your friend. “I thought confiding in my best friend was meant to bring me comfort.”
“Picked the wrong best friend for that.”
“Obviously.”
“But seriously,” Mirabel said, holding balls of yarn up to the sun for color comparison. “My stupid cousin will never get the courage to ask you out, gonna be up to you on that.”
You flushed, hiding your face in your work so far. “I-No-He doesn’t-”
Mirabel shot you one of those smug smirks, effectively shutting you up.
“Whatever,” you grumbled. “Leave me alone to suffer in peace.”
Mirabel set her sewing tools down, adjusting her green glasses on the bridge of her nose. “You need to make a move, mi primo will never get the guts to do it first.”
“Hey,” you pouted, frowning.
Mirabel faked a gag. “Ugh, you’re gross. Here’s what we’re gonna do; you’re going to finish this adorable blanket, you’re going to give it to him in person-don’t look at me like that-and then you’re going to ask him out. He’ll say yes, you’ll be the grossest and cutest couple out there, you stop whining to me, yada yada yada all around win.”
“-give her these flowers-without chickening out-and ask her out. Boom! (Y/n)-Camilo problem solved!”
Camilo looked uncertain, trapped in a chair before his older sister and older cousin by her pesky flowering vines. “I feel like this plan is flawed.”
Isabela waved her hand dismissively. “My plan is perfect. Girls love flowers!”
Dolores held her chin thoughtfully. “I’m not too sure, I’m pretty sure she likes baked goods more than flowers.”
Camilo nodded, before turning to his sister with a betrayed expression. “Wait, how do you know what she likes-”
“Shh,” Isabela said, rose blocking Camilo from speaking any further. He spat it out with a huff. “If flowers are out we need a new approach.”
“Mirabel’s her best friend, she might have an idea,” Dolores said.
“I am not asking Mirabel for advice on how to ask out her best friend, are you crazy?” Camilo said, finally being released from his chair prison. “That is beyond embarrassing, she’s gonna tell her.”
“She won’t tell her.”
“Uh huh.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Children, please,” Isabela remarked dryly. “I swear, I’m the only one putting in the effort for this.”
“Shh!” Dolores snapped suddenly. “They’re coming inside!”
You appeared in the doorway in the next few moments, yellow bundle of fabric in your arms with Mirabel beside you. When he met your gaze, you stilled.
“Oh, (Y/n),” Isabela cooed, “how great to see you!”
Subtle.
You gave a polite wave to Dolores and Isabela as Mirabel and her sister appeared to already be engaged in some sort of verbal fight.
“I’ll be in the kitchen,” Dolores said, with that tone she used when she knew something you didn’t.
“Camilo,” you said, and if the shapeshifter’s heart didn’t absolutely leap when he heard his name in your voice. “Wanna avoid the sister-scuffle?”
Camilo could only nod, too nervous to even attempt speaking. Isabela and Mirabel were still locked into their bickering, and if he were any less distracted he would have picked up their whisperings of both their names.
This was a mistake this was a mistake-
You and Camilo slipped out of Casita, departure going unnoticed by both Isabela and Mirabel. You said you wanted to talk to him about something, and for someone normally so expressive, his face was stubbornly silent.
“So-”
“I just wanted to-”
You both broke off, laughter forcing itself out at his startled expression which you were sure you shared.
“You first?” You asked, ignoring that small part of your brain that screamed “staller!” at you.
He gave a shy grin. “I’m really no good at these kinda things.”
A teasing wink. “You’re doing great.”
He chuckled airily. “That’s what makes this really difficult, (Y/n).”
You tilted your head, concern for someone you felt you could call a friend, even if nothing more, overriding your shyness about giving him his gift.
The sun had started to set, (thankfully) hiding any blush you definitely had as you squeezed his arm supportively.
“Dolores said I should be honest. Isabela called me a coward for waiting until now.” He took a breath.
“Hey, you can talk to me,” you said softly. “Just us out here.”
A pause, one that hung heavy in the cool night air between you. “Could that happen? An ‘us’, I mean.”
It was said so softly, so carefully and so, so vulnerable. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Camilo sound so earnest about something. And it was about you.
You jolted slightly, realizing you had been silent for way to long and Camilo was starting to shrug out of your grasp.
“Camilo,” you said, holding his elbow. “I have something for you.”
In the dim light of one of the outside lanterns, you unfolded the yellow softness in your arms.
Camilo’s face changed from confusion to recognition to one soft adoration. “Is this..?”
“Mirabel helped me make it after I told her how I…really, really like you, Camilo.” He was stunned, but if you stopped now you’d lose any momentum and confidence you acquired. “'Milo, I wanted this to be perfect but I think now’s the best time; I like you, a lot actually. I wanted to give you something memorable, that I worked hard on. I love your jokes, and how you do impressions of your family to make Antonio laugh. I love how you are always quiet around Dolores, even if you pretend to be her for seconds. I love your stupid smirk you get when I fall for one of your impersonations, but above all,” you took a clipped breath, face absolutely on fire now. “I love you, Camilo Madrigal.”
Your eyes met the deep hazel of the boy you poured your heart out to, finding relief in the lack of uncomfort in his face. He was smiling, that huge dopey smile and it was for you.
“Mi vida, I don’t know what I can say that will top that,” he laughed, lacing your free hand with his.
“You don’t have to say anything,” you said softly, regaining some of your usual attitude as you lightly hip checked him. “But you’re planning the first date.”
“First? As in more than one?”
“We’ll see,” you teased.
The two of you laughed, just enjoying being together in this new, well, togetherness.
Of course, in Madrigal fashion, no moment was ever truly undisturbed.
“They did it!” The unmistakable shriek of Dolores sounded.
You and Camilo met each other’s gaze, thought lighting up in your heads at the same time.
Super hearing.
Silence…
And then…
“We missed it?!”
Hi soo Im totally in love with your writing because it’s so detailed and amazing. I was wondering if you could make an angst Camilo x gn reader where when Casita comes down and the reader is trapped inside. Camilo is super devastated and is practically going insane at this point, but then the reader is safe and happy ending :)
(No worries if you don’t feel like it, just feel like you would amazing at angst)
Falling for Fear
⤷ pairing - camilo madrigal x (gn) reader
⤷ fandom - encanto
⤷ warnings - angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending
⤷ summary - when casita came crashing down, it was camilo’s worst nightmare. when he realised you were still inside, the reality became much worse
⤷ notes - thank you so much! im still learning how to do angst, so thanks for the opportunity
⤷ word count - 1.4k+
⤷ consider buying me a coffee!
Camilo could barely breathe. The thick plumes of dust that billowed into the air obscured his vision and scratched at his throat, forcing painful coughs and hacking to wreck through his chest. His eyes watered as he choked, pounding a fist on his chest in an attempt to heave the itch away.
Casita had fallen. It’s rubble was all around him, crumbling like a fallen kingdom. He stumbled, sandals catching on sharp rocks and steps fumbling over smashed tile. There was a sharp ache in his wrist, reverberating in his bones with a dull throb. He cradled it with the other hand; he could only imagine it was from the fall.
He blearily looked around, squinting to see the silhouettes of his family through the soot. Pepa, on her knees, Antonio wrapped tightly in her arms. Dolores crouched on the ground, hands over her ears as the rubble continued to tumble down around her. Behind her, Félix softly rubbed her back. Luisa and Isabela were with Agustín, seemingly soothing him as he gripped his calf, wailing to Julieta (the latter of whom was with Mirabel). Abuela was floating around the groups, checking up on each person, concern cutting deep lines into her face.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Eleven including him.
That just left...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
With him, there should be twelve.
Where were you?
𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙! 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧! ■pranking the whole village is a normal friday ■chaotic duo ■or, OR ■Camilo is the prankster friend and you're his emotional support Y/n ■he might have cause a fire at least once ■don't deny it, you had a crush on him ■how can you not? ■unless you don't prefer boys, aro or you just see him as a very attractive friend ■everyone assumes you're dating till this day ■they don't believe you when you said no. ■“Y/n wanna steal something?” ■“only when we throw crackers at people at the plaza first” ■you guys are a hazard to society and I love it ■Modern AU though ■you've been in juvy ■also in jail ■you guys have been chased by cops more than 19 times ■i said more than 19. ■probably wanted for stealing or fraud ■you once caught him singing dancing queen ■that being an iconic song, you joined in ■now everyone's surrounded you both and taking videos, and also giving out money ■you're rich congratulations. ———— ■he once came up to you and cried. just cried in your shoulder ■you guys fight, once about them being pressured and you not buying it ■you didn't talk for days ■you apologised to them and let them talk his heart out till its light ■both were a little salty at first but went on ■constantly have to remind him that he's worth it and you need him to be just him ■he loves you, okay? ■and you love him ■you can never ask for a better best friend ■even if you fight or even if they have identity crisis all the time, you're there for him ■and he's there for you. and that concludes this headcanon, see ya in the next one!
me just realising I always have an identity crisis: oh... oh shit