𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | (DISCONTINUED)

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏 / / 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 + (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

Pairings: Camilo x g/n!reader + Carlos x g/n!reader(platonic)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mentions of bl00d, violence, this is really rushed and not proofread

Request: no one

A/N: also, I have no idea what the process is to healing wounds, I didn't pay attention to Max Mayfield in season three of Stranger Things, so forgive me if I get anything wrong.

"He hates me, Camilo!"

Y/N was aware of how Carlos felt about them. They knew that Carlos rarely liked anyone, but Y/N had hoped that he would make an exception considering they were dating his twin brother.

They were wrong.

If anything, Y/N dating Camilo only fueled Carlos's negative attitude toward them.

Camilo shook his head, squeezing Y/N's hand tighter, "He doesn't hate you, amor, he just..."

"Hates me." Y/N finished.

"He acts like that all the time, that doesn't mean he hates you." Camilo tried reassuring, only to be met with Y/N scoffing.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it does."

Camilo stopped walking, taking both of Y/N's hands in his, "Come on, give me one reason why you think that."

A sarcastic smile found it's way on Y/N's lips, "Would you like that in alphabetical or chronological order?"

"I'm sorry, amor," Camilo sighed, "But he'll warm up to you soon, I promise."

Y/N just gave a weak smile at Camilo's words, "If you say so. But it would just be nice if he didn't have to act like he hates me with every cell in his body."

Camilo giggled, leaning in to place a quick kiss on Y/N's lips. He pulled away, a light red blush tinting his cheeks when Y/N spoke up, "I gotta go, uh, do you mind walking me home?"

Y/N's face fell when Camilo frowned, "Sorry, mi amor, I gotta do my chores. I'd avoid them, but my mamá already yelled at me this morning for skipping them yesterday."

"Oh... right." Y/N mumbled, dropping their hands back to their side, "I... I'll see you later then."

Before Y/N could walk off, Camilo placed a gentle hand on their cheek, "Hey, is everything alright?"

Y/N nodded, plastering a smile on their lips, as not to worry Camilo, "Y-yeah. Everything's fine."

Camilo frowned slightly, lifting up Y/N's face with his hand, "Are you sure? Because you can tell me anything, you know that, mi vida."

"Mm-hmm," Y/N hummed, "All good. You, uh, you should get to doing your chores."

Camilo nodded, looking at Y/N with slight suspicion, "Yeah, right. I'll see you later, amor." With another kiss to Y/N's lips, Camilo walked off, leaving Y/N alone, and slightly terrified. Taking a deep breath, Y/N began their walk back to their home, which should've been an easy task, right? Unfortunately not.