Encanto One Shots

𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑶

Art Credits; I couldn't find any:/
Edited; nope
Proof Read; yup:p
Words; 1587
Genre; little bit of angst but fluff at the end
Type; xreader
Gender specifics; female (though it's never really mentioned but a few times)
Warnings; bit of angst and little bit of implied stuff, not full on smut tho lol
Notes; This was requested by @violet12105 I don't think this is too important to note but they did ask for the reader to be on the chubbier side!
Also when writing I envisioned them being anywhere from 17-19.
This is also part 1 of 2, I should be able to post the 2nd one today or tomorrow!
I hope you guys enjoy!:)
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I sat with Mirabel, drinking our smoothies outside of the restaurant we were at. I wasn't feeling particularly great today, my self confidence in the dump as my best friend tried to cheer me up.

"Do you want to talk about it amiga?" The girl in front of me asked, clearly worried. "It's just... Camilo stood me up yesterday.. again. I really like him Mirabel, but sometimes he makes it seem like I'm not enough. I know we're just friends, but we were supposed to hang out. Just us. And he had to cancel because "Señora Alma said he had to make this and this person happy"... maybe I'm letting my feelings get in the way?" It was posed more as a question than anything, because maybe I was overthinking it.

Mirabel went to open her mouth, but she paused completely and paled. The thought of Camilo standing behind me made me tense. However, when I turned around the situation was even worse than I thought.

Right there, stood Delores with a bag in her hand. The same girl who could hear a fucking pin drop miles away from town. "D-Delores wait-" before I could get any other word out she sprinted away. Panic immediately ensued. "M-Mirabel... what do I do?" I asked, nervousness clear in my tone.

"Abuela sent her to the meat market, she's must on her way home, come on!" She grabbed my hand and helped me weave through the crowds. We didn't dare say a word the entire time, just keeping a look out for the red dress and curly, kinky head of hair we knew all too well.

Millions of scenarios passed through my mind, and as we bursted through the doors of casita.. I think I knew which one would be taking place..

We were just a moment too late, Delores was already whispering into Camilos ear, and the boy had his jaw dropped to the floor. Switching in between himself and me, practically spazzing out, every so often.

I couldn't even bear the thought of having to listen to Camilo turn me down. I couldn't help but bolt out of the houses entrance. I subconsciously took the all too familiar path down to the tree house further out into the woods.

My father had helped me build it when I was younger, and I always took to coming here whenever I felt emotional or needed to get my thoughts settled straight. Of course through the years I had to add and expand it, not only to accommodate for my weight but for my height too.

I sat, with my head resting on my knees, in that tree house for god knows how long, too anxious to return back to my village. I just knew Camilo would be searching for me and that was the last person I would want to talk to right now. My eyes stained with tears, my hands still shaky, my thoughts still self-loathing... it was not a good time to talk to anyone right now.

And although I was up here for an hour or two at least.. the moment I could hear the tree house start to squeak and groan under someone's added weigh, the moment I could feel another person's presence next to mind (so close I could feel their arm brush against my own), the moment I smelled the cologne hanging heavy on his clothes.. I knew who it was. I didn't have to hear his voice, or even see him to tell exactly who was beside me.

"Bonita?"

It was a nickname he dealt to me when we first met at 14, I loved how it used to give me butterflies.. but now it just crushed my heart into a million pieces. My own mind was clouded with worry and doubt, labeling his tone with false sympathy when it was anything but that.

There was a silence which hung in the air, he might have been waiting for me to stay something.. however I didn't care to respond or even acknowledge the fact he said anything.

I did hear him though. I was so laser focused on him that I even noticed his small pants, no doubt from running around for the last 1-2 hours, regardless I really tried not to give any sort of reaction.

"Delores told me that you were upset that I bailed on you last night.. I'm sorry chica. I know we haven't gotten to hang out much since Abuela has been keeping me busy. I promise I'll be better about that." I heard him shift and a weight had lifted off my shoulders. Delores didn't tell him about anything other than me being upset at him. 'Dios mío.' I couldn't help but think, finally lifting my head up to see Camilo was turned towards me, giving me a large smile.

"I would also like to make it up to you, how about a date night? Like, a real date." As the words left the brunettes mouth my heart shattered. "Camilo.. you don't have to say that to make me feel better. I understand if you don't feel the same." At this Camilos face contorted into a look of disbelief. "¿Qué?"

Panicked settled into my heart once more.

Did Delores not tell him.

Did he just mean "date night" as friends?

Did Delores not hear me say I liked him a lot?

(I immediately scratched that out of my mind as Delores hears everything.)

What did he mean "Qué".

"I mean.. what did Delores tell you?" Camilo started blushing, it wasn't obvious but it was still there. "At first, when you and Mirabel walked in, she told me that you were upset I ditched you.... Mirabel and Delores had a word after you left and while we were searching for you Delores pulled me to the side and.. well she told me.." the blush became more and more noticeable as he spoke, he started stuttering and tripping over his words, eventually leading to him not wanting to continue his sentence. He did still look me in the eye, almost with a hopeless expression.

His hand went to the back of his neck, "Sorry I'm not.. I'm not good at this." He laughed out awkwardly before clearing his throat. "What I want to say is.. I like you a lot. You've always been there for me. You showed me love and compassion when I felt like no one else did. You taught me to love myself. You taught me that I am Camilo Madrigal, not just the boy who can shapeshift. You taught me that I can make others happy by just being myself.." he grabbed my hand now with both of his, holding on oh-so tight. "Will you please be my girlfriend?"

I was at an utter loss for words. My heat was beating so loud I'm sure Delores could hear it,
my eyes started to water, my hands started to shake... "Why.. ¿Por qué a mí?" The question flew from my lips before I even had a chance to think about what was being said, but after seeing Camilos hurt face I wanted to take back the words I said immediately.

"Bonita, ¿Qué quieres decir?" I lightly took my hand out of his.. "It's just that.. I know I'm not the most attractive girl around, I'm not the prettiest or the most athletic.. not the skinniest... I just feel like there's so many other girls pinning for you but, but you choose me? Why?"

Camilo immediately wrapped me in a hug. "Bonita, I gave you that nickname when we first met because I thought you were the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me. I don't care about the other girls because I was always pinning after you. My eyes aren't on anyone but you."

I couldn't help but cry. Knowing someone loved me for all of myself, my imperfections and the best parts of me.. it felt nice. "So please Bonita, will you be my girlfriend?" Camilo had pulled away, his hands on my shoulder. His voice sounded like he was pleading with me, oh so desperate for the title.. and in the end, regardless of the doubts that clouded my brain, i agreed.

His lips locked with mine in a passionate kiss, one with so much love. Slowly it turned into a kiss which portrayed need and yearning.

One of his hand went to the side of my neck and started tracing my jawline. His other hand went down to my hip, squeezing and pulling me flush against him.

"I want to show you just how much I love you."

... let's just say Delores wished she didn't eaves drop the entire time..