The Camilo Verse Fr

The Camilo verse fr

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❀┊𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗮 ! 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝘆 / 𝗚𝘄𝗲𝗻

✿・Age︰⌈12 - 14⌋

✩・Birthday ︰⌈December 28⌋

❁・Hobbies ︰⌈Drawing , doing chores , be on discord 24/7 , play on my phone , cooking (sometimes) , Goes outside to hang out ⌋

✎・Pronouns︰She/Her

✾ ・Sexuality︰ Omnisexual & Poly / polyamorous

✾・Likes︰⌈RPG Games , Disney movies , Technology , Sweet Stuff (NOT TO SWEET STUFF) , Chocolate , Talking with friends , hanging out with my dogs , Eating , Drawing , Simping over characters and my ocs⌋

❈・Dislikes︰Spicy stuff , p3d0s , r@!cts , H0m0ph0bes , Rude people , Weird Humored people (Like , they use r@c!sts jokes etc.) ⌋

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・・Favorite Colors︰Green , Yellow , Black , Red , Purple

・・Personality︰Annoying , Kind maybe , Mean sometimes

・・More about me︰I'm a small digital artist ! and i have tiktok , instagram , tumblr , twitter etc. !

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₊‧ ✦FLIRTING?࿓ Maybe!~

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Fake Date ! ~ Part Four

Now reading; Fake Date

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Pairing : Aged up!Carlos x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, hatred, fighting, name calling, insults, mentions of blood, fistfights, arguing, steamy make out session, kissing scenes, typical enemies to lovers stuff idk.

Plot : You can’t stand Carlos. Everyone knows that. However, he needs a girl who won’t catch feelings to fake date him for a while, leading up to his sisters wedding, to break up afterwards. What happens when real feelings come into play?

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Welcome back to another series! Will it be 2-3 parts, will it be 5-6 parts, will it be 7-8 parts? Who even knows at this point.

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover, @belladonna271, @soumya-13, @bxbykayla, @n3r0-1417, @moon-cakiie, @simpforcarlosmadrigal, @it-is-up-to-you.

You stared at Isabela, “Are one of you going to tell me what’s going on?” Alma asked again.

Your eyes slowly averted from Isabela’s, seeing a vine growing in the corner of your eyes, seeing your diary attached to it. Your eyes widened slightly before shaking your head, “Nothing, Alma. Just a misunderstanding, that’s all.” You responded.

“Okay…” She began, unsure. “Well, can we all get back to dinner, please?” She asked. You gulped before nodding, glancing over your shoulder as Alma ordered everybody back into the dining room. You watched as everyone left before turning to Isabela, “We need to talk.” You added.

“We sure do.” She nodded, grabbing your diary from her vine before gesturing for you to follow her. You rolled your eyes, following her up the stairs and towards her bedroom. You walked into the flower covered room and took a seat on the girls bed. “Now, this,” she began, holding up your diary. “This was an interesting read.” She stated, a smirk gracing her features. You cocked a brow, wondering where she was going with this, she opened the sequinned cover before turning a page, “Two months ago - I can’t believe I got involved with this. Fake dating Carlos. At least it’ll get my parents off my back, but damn, was this a dumb idea.” She read out the first entry. “A week later - God, I hate him. Why did I agree to this? I’m glad it’s only until Dolores’ wedding. I’m tired of him already. Send fucking help, please!” She read again. “Weeks later, the night I stole the diary - I hate him. I swear to god I hate him, I hate him because I think I’m in-” You clapped your hand to her mouth, glancing back at the door with a sigh, knowing that somebody was out there.

“You don’t get it.” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair. “It wasn’t meant to happen, it wasn’t-” You were cut off when the door was swung open and Mirabel ran in.

“I KNEW IT! I FREAKING KNEW IT!” She screamed. “EIGHTEEN YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP AND YOU HAVE STARTED LYING TO ME! HOW DARE YOU?!” She screamed. She shook her head, a few tears falling down her cheeks at your betrayal before she turned on her heel and ran from the room.

You and Isa shared a look before you slid off her bed, “I’ll be back for the damn diary.” You let her know before sprinting after Mirabel. You ran into the nursery, slamming the door shut behind you, “Mirabel, wait!” You began.

“You lied to me! After eighteen years, you freaking lied to me! How could you?!” She snapped at you.

“I haven’t been lying!” You retorted.

“You said you hated him!” She yelled.

Ignoring the footsteps that seemed to be passing by the nursery you turned to your friend, “I do! I do hate him. Mirabel, I can’t stand him.” You responded.

“Then why?! Why agree to date him?! Why fake your relationship and lie to me, your best friend, about it?!” She screamed.

You ran your hands threw your hair in frustration, “I needed a cover story! You know that my parents were planning on marrying me off to Mateo, I needed something fake. Something… Something to cover, just to throw my parents off for a while.” You responded.

A few doors down, Carlos entered Isa’s room, “Okay, what was all that about in the kitchen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on her doorframe.

“Oh, nothing. I just found (name)’s diary and, I gotta be honest Carlos, it made a very interesting read. Kinda like a sad story book, only this one doesn’t exactly have a happy ending for you.” She cocked a brow.

“You know?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, she wrote all about your little scheme.” She smirked.

“It wasn’t a scheme.” He let her know.

“Whatever it is, it ends badly for you and your feelings.” She shrugged.

“Where is she?” Carlos asked.

“Uh, Mirabels room.” Isa shrugged.

“MIRABEL KNOWS?!” Carlos asked, his eyes widening.

“Yeah, she heard.” Isa replied, watching as Carlos turned on his heel and began heading out of the room. “Carlos…” She began, causing him to stop and cock a brow at her, “When it comes to the breakup, go easy on her.” She told him.

Carlos nodded slightly, a slight scoff falling from his lips, “I’m not breaking up with her. She’s breaking up with me, that was part of the agreement.” He let her know.

“Oh, well good luck.” She mumbled.

Carlos nodded, letting the ghost of a smile enhance his features slightly before he continued on to the nursery. He lifted his hand to knock but his fist stopped in mid air, hearing the voices on the other side.

“You couldn’t stand him for years on end but then one day you do a full one eighty and date him, why date him if you hate him?” She asked.

“Because it was easier.” You responded.

“So you were using him?” She asked.

“NO! Well, yes! Kind of. We were using each other. Look, Mira, my feelings for him never changed, okay! I can’t stand him, he angers me so damn much, he gets on my nerves, he’s an ass, he’s a jerk. I hate him, I really freaking hate him.” You replied.

Carlos’ gaze shifted slightly, he shook his head, turning on his heel and walking away, he’d heard enough. He couldn’t stand it. He knew that you hated him, he really did but to actually hear you say it, even after all this time, it hurt him. He closed the door to his room and let out a sigh, laying across his bed and closing his eyes, shaking his head with a groan.

“I hate him because…” You covered your mouth, shaking your head slightly before rising to your feet and placing your hands on your hips, sniffling slightly and taking a deep breath you tilted your head to the ceiling, closing your eyes momentarily before turning on your heel and staring at Mirabel, “because he made me fall in love with him.” You sighed, staring at your best friend.

She rose to her feet, taking in a deep breath as she stared at you, “Oh (name).” She rubbed your arm slightly.

“It’s fine. I leave him in a few months, after Dol’s wedding. Act all heartbroken, pretend I’m hurt and then go on about my life so that my parents don’t try to set me up again.” You shrugged.

“‘Cept it isn’t fine, is it? And you’re not going to be acting all heartbroken, you’re actually going to be heartbroken.” She told you, placing her arm around you.

You shook your head, shrugging slightly, “He doesn’t need to know that.” You smiled, “Look, please don’t tell Dolores or anybody else. I… I don’t want anyone finding out.” You told her.

She sighed, “I’m not going to say anything. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” She asked you, sighing.

“I’ll be fine, Mira. Look, I’m gonna head off, my parents will be wanting me home so I’m gonna go. I’ll see you tomorrow, amiga.” You smiled, giving her shoulder a soft squeeze before turning on your heel and leaving her room.

You headed down the stairs, waving a quick goodbye to the family before heading away from La Casa Madrigal.

You rolled on to your side that night, letting out a heavy sigh. The moon shone down with a silvery glow, illuminating your figure as you rose to your feet; wrapping your blanket around your shoulders before climbing out of your bedroom window and climbing the vine to your wall, up to your roof. You sat on the tiles roof and stared up at the sky, watching as the moon illuminated the ground below. You laid on your back, watching the stars shine above you, you took in a deep breath of the crisp clean air before closing your eyes.

Across town, Camilo entered his brother's room after hearing him toss and turn for the fiftieth time in the past hour, “What’s up, hermano?” Camilo asked.

“Nothing. Just having trouble sleeping.” Carlos shrugged.

“So, it’s not about Isabela having (name)’s diary?” Camilo cocked a brow, eyeing his brother.

“You know too?” Carlos pushed himself to sit up, his eyes finally meeting Camilos.

“Yeah, I know. I know it’s all fake.”

“Great, that means that it won’t be long until mamá finds out then.” Carlos rolled his eyes.

Camilo let out a soft scoff, taking a seat on the end of his brother’s bed and crossing his legs, “I’m not gonna tell her, Carlos. Actually, I get it. I understand. I really don’t blame you for it, hermano.” He told his twin, “how’s it even all going to work, Carlos?” He questioned.

“I don’t know, Milo. All I know is that after Dolores’ wedding we’re going to break up and that’ll be that. We’ll be done. Finished.” Carlos shrugged.

“You don’t want it to be though, do you?” Camilo asked, “you love her.”

“She doesn’t love me, hermano. Even if she did, it’d never work out. I’d only ruin her life, just like I did when we were eleven. Just like I have done her whole life. She’s a princess, Camilo,” Carlos let the ghost of a smile appear on his features for a second before opening his mouth to speak again, “and I’m not her prince.” He shrugged.

Camilo let out a soft sigh, giving his brother a sympathetic look, “Don’t feel sorry for me, Cami. I’ll look back at this and know that it was the best six months of my life.” He chuckled, “this whole fake dating thing was a blessing in disguise. I’ll be fine.” He reassured his brother, tapping the top of his arm slightly.

Camilo nodded, rising to his feet as he headed for the door, he reached his hand out; his fingers wrapping around the cold golden doorknob, twisting his hand he slowly pulled the door open, he spared a glance over his shoulder, “Don’t give up on her so easily, Carlos. You never know, this whole thing might end better than you think.” He sent a soft smile his brother's way before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Carlos watched him go, he shook his head slightly before sparing a glance out of his window, watching as the moon shone down, casting a silvery glow over the river in the distance. He rolled onto his side, quickly finding a comfortable position again before closing his eyes and letting himself fall into a deep slumber, trying his utmost hardest to forget what he heard from Mirabel’s room just a few hours prior.

You laid on your roof, staring up at the blue blanketed sky above you, “Jesus fucking Christ, Madrigal,” you groaned lowly, “what are you doing to me?” You ran a hand down your face, letting your eyes flutter shut as your body slowly relaxed a little, letting you fall into a rather uncomfortable sleep.

~ Hai, hey, hello! Here is chapter four! Chapter five will be the final chapter. I had a little motivation for this chapter but I’m not sure how much motivation I’ll have for the next chap so not sure when that one will actually be published lmao. Anyways, lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Make sure you’ve eaten today, stay hydrated, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe. Mwah! 💖

*Carlos is casually searching around the room*

Camilo: Hey Carlos, what’re you looking for?

Carlos: My will to live.

*Y/n walks into the room*

Carlos: Oh, there it is.