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.
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.”
“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.”
“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!”
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.
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?”
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.
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