𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

amorcito

CTTO: dos-oroguitas

chay: This ain't camilo tho but ITS CARLOS MADRIGAL

Carlos Madrigal always had a plan. That's what he thought. That's what everyone thought. But nothing could've prepared him when you came along.

pairing: carlos madrigal x gn! reader

Carlos Madrigal was never good with love. Sure he had more than enough experience with familial and platonic love but with romantic love? Pssh. Romance wasn't in the books. It wasn't in his devious plans to get caught up in a whirlwind romance. It wasn't in the plans, he keeps telling himself.

Contrary to what people may believe, he was a meticulous person, every prank or trick that he would play would be well-thought of. He never liked being spontaneous. He never liked surprises.

He had a plan and he stuck with it.

But Carlos Madrigal didn't have a plan for when you walked into his life.

You were a breath of fresh air in the stuffy little town of Encanto, having moved in from one of the villages that resided somewhat near the mountains. The concept of newcomers wasn't all that uncommon to the town after the mountain was split into two. Encanto would show its' way to those who needed it the most after all.

You caught him with a simple smile and your little 'hola'.

Most of the citizens of Encanto as well as Carlos had thought that you would quickly distance yourself from him upon learning his reputation. What he didn't expect was you being stuck to his side and being, dare he say it, friends. He was perplexed at first. People would often befriend his older twin rather than him but you had stayed. And though he wouldn't say it out loud, he was grateful. Though he quickly noticed how much the two of you differed.

You were wide-eyed, bubbly, with a spring in your steps and a smile always adorning your stupidly, annoyingly, pretty-

Carlos ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on his locks in frustration as he caught himself, swiftly rubbing his eyes with his hands as he cursed.

'Miercoles. Miercoles. What's wrong with you, tonto?' He asked himself. Carlos Madrigal was no simp. Not like his brother. He sneered at the thought of his older brother falling over himself for his significant other. He wasn't like that. He wasn't going to be like that.

So why did his knees always feel so weak when you flash him your sweet smile?

Ugh. Gross. He grumbled to himself as he shook his head, trying to convince himself that he didn't like you that way. You weren't part of the plan he had for himself which was just living out the rest of his life in peace.

Another sigh left his lips as he leaned against one of the fruit stalls that surrounded the buzzing town square. As always it was filled with people, happy smiles, and vibrant colors that made his eyes hurt. Carlos glanced to the side once he saw the shop owner had their back turned, shifting to one of the children in town and immediately snatching one of the mangoes from the crate and rushing off.

"Hah. Sucker." He snickered.

Carlos ducked into an empty alleyway, quickly shifting back to himself and smirking as he held a mango, sticking one of his hands in his pocket to rummage for his handy pocket knife.

Upon grabbing it, he fished it from his pocket, flicking it open as he started to skin the fruit. He sliced it apart effortlessly, taking a bite of the sweet yellow treat.

Today's plan was supposed to be just to avoid doing any work. Not like he didn't do that every day before, he just liked lazing about. He had more time to himself, even more so after Casita had been rebuilt once more. He liked doing nothing but what he liked to do. And today he wanted to do nothing!

A no bones day if you will. Nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. Just him and his fruit. Nothing else mattered.

Until he heard a laugh. Not just any laugh. Your laugh.

His (Name's) laugh.

Now, normally Carlos would ignore this. He was going to before he heard the familiar and unmistakable laugh of his twin. He powerwalked out of the alley to the source of the noise.

And there you were, chatting with Camilo about something he could care less about. You were smiling so brightly and so was his brother. He didn't know why he felt so annoyed seeing the two of you together.

But why did he care? Psh. He could care less about you and his brother. Although he knew deep down Camilo wouldn't make a move on you, that didn't quell the festering envy in the depths of his stomach as he saw Camilo smile at you, patting your back as you choked on an arepa the two of you had been eating while you conversed.

He didn't like the way Camilo's touch lingered. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe he was just paranoid. He bit onto his lower lip hard as he couldn't take anymore.

Carlos marched up to the two of you, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he draped an arm around your shoulder.

"Ah, hermano, there you are. I see you're with mi amorcito." He glanced down, catching the way your eyes had widened at the pet name. God, you looked adorable.

"If I had known better you two were excluding me." He puffed his cheeks into a mock pout before smiling as he saw the arepa in your hands. "Great timing! I was starving."

Carlos leaned down, parting his lips and taking a bite of the arepa in your hand, all the while gently holding your wrist so you didn't pull the pastry away from him.

"Gracias, amorcito." The troublemaker says, licking his lips. He made sure to emphasize the pet names, narrowing his eyes at his brother who had raised his hands up in mock surrender as if saying that he wanted no trouble.

Carlos rested his head on the top of yours, smiling to himself as he could feel your warmth skyrocket from being flustered by his sudden actions. He still wouldn't say anything about having feelings for you.

That wasn't in his plans after all.

You ruined so many of his carefully thought of plans. But deep down he didn't think he minded.