CTTO: mari-mari-maricela
⇨ camilo x fem reader
⇨ fluff, embarrassed y/n
⇨ in which camilo is getting measured for the suit he'd be wearing for his sister's wedding, but will not allow the tailor to get her work done.
"Camilo." Y/N huffs, taking the tape back from him and rolling it back up, "Stop messing around with my stuff."
"What? I'm not doing anything!" Camilo retorts, shrugging his shoulders as he sat up on his bed. He watched as she began placing her other equipment on his desk, hand on her hip as she wrote down her new client. A small smile appears on his lips. "How's your family doing anyway?"
Y/N turns to him, leaning against the desk as she places her pencil down. "They're doing well. Padre was about to forbid me from measuring you, but Madre was persuasive enough to tell him off though." She chuckles, walking towards him now.
Camilo raises a brow as he stands up. "Your dad doesn't trust me?" He says, pouting playfully with a tilted head, "He doesn't trust his daughter with her loveable, mature boyfriend?"
She rolls her eyes and unwinds her tape, taking his hand and placing Camilo in front of the mirror in his room. "Yeah, whatever you say, mi querido." She hums, standing behind him.
He watches her in the mirror, how she eyes gaze at his shoulders and begins to measure the width.
Y/N and her family were the town's tailors. If anybody was looking to buy some new fitted clothing, then they were the ones to go to.
Her father would be the ones to acquire the materials and cut them to the needed size for any client. Her mother would be the one to sew the clothing together as well as do the finishing details. That left Y/N with the task of taking their measurements and delivering the finished products to the houses of the clients.
After all, she was probably the most approachable out of the three of them.
The reason they were here today at the Madrigal house was to get everyone fitted for their wedding attire. Since there was twelve of them, and Y/N and her mother would be handling the measuring while her father gathered materials, the Madrigal family was split into groups of six.
Y/N's mother would be taking care of Abuela, Julietta, Augustin, Isabella, Luisa and Mirabel.
Y/N would be measuring Bruno, Pepa, Fèlix, Dolores (with the exception of her trying on her dress for the first time), Camilo and Antonio.
"How has your family been, 'Milo?" She questions, pulling away to write down his shoulder width.
He looks over to her. "Same old, y'know. Dolores keeps asking me if she thinks that dating Mariano for two years is enough to get married." He chuckles, shaking his head, "Did you know she's thinking of asking you to be one of her bride's maids?"
Y/N stops, blinking at Camilo before making her way over to him. "Ah, no, actually." She says, looking away in a flustered motion, "Why would she want me?"
"Maybe because you two are basically best friends now?" He huffs, tilting his head, "You guys bully me all the time."
"No we don't." She scoffs, a smile on her lips.
"Yes you do."
"Aw, I'm sorry, 'Milo."
"No you're not, encantadora."
Y/N rolls her eyes again, now facing him to the mirror. She ducks under his raised arms to stand in front of him, Camilo's eyes now on her. She states, taking out her tape again, "I'm going to measure your waist now, alright? Sorry if I tickle you, querido."
He shrugs it off, allowing Y/N to place the tape against his stomach and snake her arms around his waist, aiming to put the end of the tape to the roll, thus getting the measurement she needed. "That tickles." He says.
"Tough it out." She retorts, making Camilo let out a snort. Y/N tries to glance over his shoulder to watch her hands. She sees the it's connected, so she leans away, ready to read the measurement.
But she widens her eyes as Camilo's arms drop around her shoulders, pulling her closer into a tight embrace. She sighs, chin on top of her boyfriend's shoulders, "'Milo."
"Yes, mi amor?" He hums, nuzzling into her shoulder with closed eyes.
"I haven't finished." She states, unable to stop the smile on her lips as she gently hugs him back. Camilo was always the one of the pair to hug the other first. And Y/N could never reject him.
Camilo responds, slightly swaying the both of them, "Mm, that's alright. A quick break never hurt anybody." He pulls away a little, now able to look his lover in the eyes. Leaning his forehead against hers, Camilo taps behind her shoulder a few times. "I'm your last client, aren't I? You can take it slow now, encantadora."
She closes her eyes, grinning softly at how relaxing her boyfriend was. "Don't you think your parents will be suspicious if I spend too long in here?" She jokes, moving so that she can rest her head against the crook of his neck.
He chuckles, holding her closer, "Not at all. That's a lie. They were suspicious of me as soon as your mother said you'd be measuring my family." He feels her shake her head at that. "But it's alright, my family loves you."
She stops, looking towards Camilo as she relaxes even more in his hold, pulling away a little. "Is that true?" She mumbles.
Camilo glances at her as if she was stupid. "Um, of course?" He says, bringing a hand up to hold her cheek, "They think you're an angel and that I'm gonna', like, turn you to the evil side, ya'know?"
Y/N gives a small smile, leaning into his warm palm.
He can't help but stare at her. "You're absolutely perfect." He whispers out.
Sometimes, Camilo could be so sweet and loving that Y/N found it hard to actually take it all in at once.
She huffs, pulling away and moving to stand behind him, redoing the measuring tape around his waist, "Okay, okay, I—I need to finish now."
And Camilo knows how that gets her whenever she suddenly moves off to do something else. He can't help but smirk every single time.
"Aw, what's wrong, mi belleza?" He laughs, turning around with his hands on his hips, tilting his head. The tape is still snug against him and he watches as Y/N quickly takes note of the measurement and turns to write it down. He only smiles wider, following her. "Ooh, you're so embarrassed and cute and ignoring me now—Y/N, come on! It's okay!"
She only covers her face as Camilo hugs her from behind, chin on her shoulders as he watches her write down meaningless words. He notices that she's already got his size written down. Now, she just keeps writing 'mean Camilo' over and over again.
He squeezes her tighter, giggling like a little kid, "Oh, stop that, I'm just telling the truth." He gently turns Y/N around, who immediately hides her embarrassed and burning face into his shoulder. "Que hermosura..."
"Stop it." She whines, muffled by his clothing.
He pulls away and holds her chin in his fingers. He gets to let out a short chuckle before leaning towards her, pressing a kiss onto her lips and letting her ease into him.
As she reciprocates the action, Y/N rests her hands on his shoulders. He did know how to make her feel better.
When he pulls away, Camilo presents this wide and loving smile on his face. "Alright, let's finish this up and then eat lunch with Tia Julietta." He pats her arms before walking off towards the mirror again.
Y/N takes in a deep breath, soon following along.
"Right. Before Dolores tells us to shut up."