Camilo Madrigal×Male Reader

•Visiting the Madrigal Casita

camilo looks like wybie from Coraline fight me on that
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"(Y/N)!" Abuelo shouts, the sound of your front door creaking open. You were currently in your room, trying to sew up a hole in one of your (f/c) dress shirts. You hiss in pain as you accidentally poke yourself with the needle. You stick your finger in your mouth the stop the bleeding. Huffing in frustration, you respond. "What!?" You hear Abuelo talking to someone, but you're not sure who it is. Hopefully, his old mind wasn't catching up to him. Breaking off the sewing string with your teeth, you jam everything into your bedside drawer, struggling to push it shut. "Come on, tú estúpido..!" You grumble, slamming your elbow against the drawer and finally getting it closed. Getting up from your mattress you exit your room, seeing your Abuelo and Camilo having a conversation at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Noticing your presence, your grandfather flashes you his signature welcoming smile, his mustache covering his upper lip. "Nieto! We were just talking about you."

Camilo smiles at you as well, greeting you with a tiny wave of his hand. You give one back, chuckling nervously. You weren't the most presentable right now. Your hair was messy, and you were wearing a stained white undershirt with a pair of old pants you borrowed from Abuelo. You had slight eye bags from the previous night, as Abuelo had gone on one of his never-ending rants about stalks of corn just as you were about to go to sleep. He had talked for hours and hours about what time of year to grow the seeds before eventually going knocked out asleep. "You were?" You question, reaching under your shirt and itching your side.

"Yes, I was telling him about that time I found you eating chicken feed when you were little." He describes, raising his hand a few feet off the floor to show how tall you were. "You were such an ugly baby." Camilo snorts at his statement, slapping his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

You glare at your grandfather and Camilo with a scowl of strong annoyance as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. "Abuelo." You say sternly, squinting your eyes. Mocking you, he puts his hands up in defense. "It's true, I'm sorry niño." He laughs, putting them down and standing up. "I'm joking, you grew into a nice young man." He holds onto the table for support as he gets up, grunting and making his way to the living room to sit in his rocking chair. You sigh, taking a seat at the table next to Camilo. "Aaand, what are you doing here?" You ask, taking a sip of coffee. Camilo looks at you offended, placing a hand over his heart. "I don't even get a 'good morning Camilo'? A 'how are you, Camilo'? Not even an 'I love you, Cam-" You smack him on his arm before he can finish his sentence. "Okay, okay!" He pleads, chuckling as he rubs the spot you hit.

"Good morning, Camilo." You raise your eyebrows, taking another sip. Camilo half smirks, pretending to dust off his clothes. He clears his throat, sitting upright before he speaks. "Alright, so...I thought it might be a good idea if you came to my casita today! You can come properly meet my family, we can hang out, eat, hang out some more, eat again, or do, like, other stuff." You watch contently as he rambles on about the things you two could do, propping your chin onto the palm of your hand. "Or we can check out the river, or just stay at my house. I-I don't care either way." Camilo shrugs, leaning back in the chair, causing him to fall backward and shapeshift into a man with the body of a toddler from the scare. "Camilo!" You quickly help him up, the magical boy shaking his head and morphing back into his own body. He puffs out his chest, holding his lower back with a serious demeanor on his face. "That was preplanned." Camilo nodded to himself. You, holding onto his arm, carefully stroke the back of his head to check for any bumps. "I'm sure it was."

Camilo seemingly melts to your touch, a goofy little grin forming on his lips, a blush arcing across his cheeks as his shoulders completely relax. You pull away, picking up your cup and setting it in the sink. "But, to answer your question, yes. I would love to visit your family." Camilo perks up, exceptionally excited for his loved ones to meet you in person. You and Camilo had been friends for almost a month now, and he can never stop talking about you at home. "Great! Let's go now." He grasps your hand, rushing over to your front door, and slips on your ruana with one swoop, as well as your sandals. Before you can even blink you two were already exiting your house, Abuelo yelling out of the window from the living room. "Have fun!"