《camilo madrigal imagines》| "NICE DANCING MI AMOR" |
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translations:
mi amor: my love
pronouns for reader: any ———————
i was currently staying at my boyfriends for the night since my parents weren't at home to take care of me, Camilo happily offered that I should come and stay with him until they get back.
i awoke from a nap in his room, when i had fallen asleep, Camilo was with me, but I opened my eyes and the space where he was before, was now empty. I huffed and got up, rubbing my eyes. I heard singing coming from the kitchen, really good singing to be exact!
I made my way to the kitchen curiously, wondering who it was. I peeped round the corner only to see my boy singing and dancing while setting the table. I stood there watching for a little.
"A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno" he sang to himself.
His last dance move was sliding away from the table. real smooth cami, real smooth. I started clapping and he flinched and spun around. "Nice dancing mi amor" i commented and wrapped my arms around his neck, his went around my waist. "amazing singing too, is that another secret gift you have?" I smirked.
Camilo being the flirt he is, smirked back and replied "yeah and i also got a third gift that nobody will ever have" i looked at him curiously and he came close to my ear. "you" my face grew hot, i was definitely flustered and Cami knew that. He pulled me closer and kissed my lips. "My best boy/girl/person" he whispered afterwards.
I smiled and hugged him tighter, not wanting to let go of him. But sadly, we had to...because Maribel and Antonio came rushing in. "NO KISSING IN THE KITCHEN!" Antonio giggled. I picked him up and smiled evilly. "Wait...so I can't do this?" I started kissing all over his face, making him scream with laughter which made me so happy.
Camilo stood behind me, admiring what was happening. He knew Antonio saw me as an older brother/sister/sibling and he loved that. And i loved this entire family more than anything!!
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