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UTMV - Shadows of Things That Might Be

Summary: There’s nowhere else Sans would rather be than right at your side. When he sees his name written on your skin in shining letters, he’s overjoyed. For a moment, at least, until he sees you running to the arms of someone else.

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I don't know who I am...

Camilo Madrigal x reader

Warnings⚠️ some angst, sad Camilo, but don't worry it's fluff at the end 🧡

Camilo stared at himself, his hazel eyes darting across his face. His nose, his mouth, his hair, and yet he still couldn't see it. He couldn't see Camilo.

That scared him, it scared him that he changed so often, pretending to be others in his everyday life that he didn't even know who he was anymore... Who Camilo was.

The more he looked at himself the more he hated what he saw, but he couldn't figure out why. Did he not like his nose? Eyes? His height? He didn't have a small cute button nose like his sister, he didn't have big curious eyes like his brother, he wasn't strong and tall like Luisa, wasn't elegant and graceful like Isabella, he wasn't good at expressing like Maribel.... So what does he have?

Tears started to fill his eyes, his nose slightly scrunched, eyebrows tweaked up, and his bottom lip taken between his teeth to stop it from quivering.

He was always someone else, every day for everything... He shifted to be taller when helping around the house and doing chores, he shifted into his sister for seconds when eating, he even shifted when babysitting the children in the village, he was always someone else.

He was a copycat... A doppelganger... What's the use of getting a gift as special as you when you weren't special at all, just a copy of someone else.

Tears started to fall down his cheeks, falling faster and faster. He desperately tried to keep his breathing steady, vision going blurry as he tried not to blink, as he knew that would only make the tears fall faster and he was still hoping they would just go away. The more he stared into the mirror the more he had to fight the urge to smash it.

Copycat

Doppelganger

Copy

Shadow

Shifter

His shoulders began to shake, putting his head down, fingers tapping feverishly on his dresser telling himself not to cry, but it was fruitless and his whimpers and soft cries left him.

He fell to his knees head in his hands as he asked himself 'who is Camilo' over and over and

Over

And

Over

And

Over

Over

Over

Over

"Camilo?" Camilo's head shot up from his hands, oh no it was you his amor, he couldn't let you see him like this. He hastily turned away from you frantically wiping the tears from his face and eyes, but the more he wiped them away more came falling. His breath hurrying in frustration, only to stop when he felt your hand placed gently on his shoulder, he flinched hands shaking as he looked anywhere and everywhere but to you and your eyes, he couldn't look at you, he couldn't see your face of pity as you gazed down at him.

He could feel you kneel next to him and try to pull his shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he took a deep shaky breath before turning to you giving you a broken smile, but as soon as the corners of his lips lifted he couldn't hold it and it dropped back into a quivering frown.

"ay, mi pobre amor" you whispered as you pulled him into you, you rubbed his shoulders as you helps him stand walking him towards his bed, getting him to lay down with you. You pulled him in and he snuggled into your neck, as you began to run your fingers through his thick curls. He let out a shaky hum of appreciation, closing his eyes. You kissed his forehead, pausing your hand running through his hair to brush some almost dried tears off his freckled cheeks giving him a small boop on his nose causing him to giggle.

"You are you, Camilo amor you are mi corazón, my one and only, my prankster with a heart and soul of gold. I see you, and I love you." You mumble the last part kissing his forehead, he smiled, a real smile. One that lit up your life every time you saw it without fail. You helped him turn over as you brought him impossibly closer to you, Camilo smiled he loved being the little spoon more they he let on.

And now he knows that even if he sometimes doesn't know who he is, he has you to remind him.

I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands 🥺, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme 👀👀❤️

Michael is TRYING to not crush your head 🥰

you are playing with fire y/n 👀

Thomas gets all flustered when you hug him, he doesn't know what to do 💕💕 and he doesn't want to hurt you 🥺❤️

Bubba gets all excited when you hug him, he can't say no to a bear hug!! 🐻❤️

Jason doesn't understand what are you doing with your hands, but he's happy If you are happy 🥰🥰

A Gift Worth Keeping

This is the second part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC

Words: 983

Sept. 10th 5PM

It’s been almost a month since you arrived. A month of babysitting a human, Mammon rolls his eyes. If only he could find the human. Usually you follow him around, clinging to his side. Well, in reality, he follows you around, but today he lost track of you after RAD.

He’s actually not sure what Lucifer would do to him if he let you get hurt. He doesn’t want to know.

He’s been looking for you for ten minutes. So far he’s checked your room, the kitchen, dining room, and living room. And you’re nowhere to be found. He’s starting to worry. (About Lucifer, not your well-being.)

Finally, as he approaches the library, he hears your voice.

“So… do you think he’ll like it?” you ask, showing off something to his brothers.

“Pfft, MC, he won’t even look at it before trying to sell it,” says Levi, not bothering to look up from his game.

“What?” Mammon’s heart clenches at the hurt in your voice.

“Yeah, if he can squeeze a Grimm out of it, he will. I mean, the thought is nice, but…”

“But I made it myself,” you start.

“Oh, even better. ‘Handmade by a human!’ It’s doubled in price now,” Satan laughs, looking up from his book. Mammon’s face drops.

“Really?” you ask, enthusiasm gone.

“MC, darling, you put a lot of time into it. Do you really want to give it to someone who won’t appreciate it?” Asmo asks. With that, Mammon huffs.

“He… he’ll appreciate it!” you say, holding whatever it is close to your chest.

“Look… to tell the truth, he’d probably try to sell you if Lucifer wouldn’t kill him. He’ll flip that faster than Beel eats a cheeseburger.” Satan turns the page.

“He’s a scumbag,” says Levi, “he takes my things all the time to make an easy buck. And he’s my brother. Why do you think he’d appreciate something from you, a human he barely knows?”

“No, he’s not. He’s a good person,” you say, anger dripping from your tongue. Mammon’s eyes widen. “And he’s my friend! You guys are wrong.”

“Sweetie…” Asmo begins.

“I mean, yeah, he likes money. But that’s his… thing. You know, I wouldn’t expect Beel to stop eating. Or… Asmo to stop staring into that mirror,” you say.

The fifth-born looks away from the mirror for a moment, “I’m fixing my makeup.”

You ignore him. “None of you can help your sin. Why are you guys always being mean to Mammon for his? It’s not fair. Fuck, now I sound like Mr. Envy,” you chuckle and Satan smirks behind his book. “Anyway, I’m gonna go give this to him now. But, you guys really suck a lot, you know?”

“Let us know how much he gets for it,” says Mr. Envy himself as you stand. You stick your tongue out at him, which Asmo laughs at.

Mammon’s heart races and he turns to quickly climb the stairs, two at a time, to his room, where you’re headed, with a gift, that you apparently handmade, for him. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

They think I’m good. He smiles softly to himself, then it drops when he realizes you just stood up to his brothers, who could’ve actually killed you.

He’s got to have a talk with you about that.

A knock at his door startles him. “Uh… Mammon, are you in there?”

He blinks and wipes his hand through his hair, waiting a second before he opens the door.

“Hey human,” he says, nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t been looking for you and he’d heard none of your conversation and wasn’t internally combusting from your words.

“Can I come in?” you ask. He can tell you’re hiding something behind your back.

“Yeah, I guess.” He steps back from the door to let you inside, then closes it behind you, and takes a seat on his couch. You follow him over and stand in front of him.

“So… I kind of made you something.”

“Oh?” Really? He had no idea. Not at all.

“Yeah. So… here,” you say, thrusting a large gift bag into his lap. He raises a brow.

“Open it.”

He smiles and reaches into the bag to pull out a round yellow cushion. “Hey, this looks like Grimm!” he points out when he sees the skull on the front.

He notices how your eyes light up. “Yeah! Yes! I tried. I’ve not really been crocheting long, so it’s not perfect-”

“Yeah it is.” He turns the pillow in his hands. On the back is a small tag which reads ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“It’s really good,” he says, eyes wet. He refuses to cry in front of a human, no matter how nice they are to him.

“You like it?” you ask.

“Yeah, ‘course I do. It’s money,” he grins and puts the pillow under his head, leaning back on it with a sigh. “It’s great, MC, thanks.”

You drop onto the couch beside him, before throwing your arms around his shoulders, “happy birthday Mammon! I’m so glad you like it.”

He freezes, breath caught in his throat, then puts one hand on your back. “Uh, yeah.”

You pull away, and pretend not to notice the blush blooming on his cheeks. “I’m gonna go downstairs to help with dinner. See you in a bit!”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, watching you exit his room. He pulls the cushion back from behind his head to examine the tag once again. ‘MADE WITH LOVE, BY MC.’

“With love,” he whispers, tracing the words. Is that how you feel about him? How he feels about you? And he groans, pressing his face against it.

(Just wait till he finds the card inside the bag and reads the sweet message you wrote. He won’t be able to look you in the eyes for a week.)

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<3 Aerie

Soft OG Michael Myers HC'S <3

First times: Hugging, Holding hands, Kissing, Cuddling, Sleeping together, Giving comfort. (He initiates in all)

@spookyscaryslashy this is for you-- as a thank you, for being my friend and being here whenever I needed you. You're a beautiful person and I hope this makes you smile. <3

Not proof read.

The first time Micheal hugs you

It's not expected. Like at all. He doesn't even think about it.. he just does it without a warning after you come home. He's been left alone feeling jealous and slightly uncomfortable with you being so far away.

You'll probably be scared at first. He isn't exactly gentle. He walks towards you faster than usual and before you can ask what's wrong-- you're held to his chest with a strength he can't control in the moment. You'll feel like he's suffocating you with affection.

His arms squeeze and he grunts if you try pulling away. The only mercy he'll give you is softening the embrace so it's not so snug.

Michael won't sway. But he's not tense either. He may feel stiff-- only from emotions, positive ones. He's just glad you're back and plans on keeping you home forever now.

Michael isn't a fan of being left behind. He quickly decides that wherever you go, he goes.

The first time Michael holds your hand

This moment is very innocent and soft.

Michael wanted to give you something at first. He had no intention for holding hands but it happened so naturally-- plus he felt curious.

When you look at the small palm sized gift he got you while hunting, he feels the urge to touch your hand again. And of course he follows whatever he feels is right. Michael touches the gift that you're now holding and slowly moves his fingertips to glide along your palm. It feels warm and cozy, he likes it a lot.

Michael ends up holding your hand in a weird way but you can't complain. He squeezes it once or twice and keeps rubbing your hand. You feel smoother than himself which is why he finds it so calming to touch.

He eventually drops your hand (aggressively- but not in a mean way, give him some credit) and walks off like nothing happened.

The first time Michael kisses you

Both of you like to argue who made the first move. You feel as if you did-- touching his exposed cheek and leaning in a little.

Michael refuses to give you the credit. He finds pride in thinking he made the first move. Michael was the one who kissed you-- not the other way around. You may have invited it.. but in he put in the effort to meet you half way.

Michael kissing you felt a little awkward. He didn't move his lips at first. He didn't touch you. Michael waited until you kissed back. That's when he stopped feeling uncomfortable and added more passion than you expected to feel from a man like him.

He's very needy with kisses. He doesn't want them all the time so when you do kiss him-- it's definitely heated. Not sexually if you're not ready or in the mood. It's just intense. He makes you feel desirable and loved.

You'll have to push him away sooner or later. He won't stop until you do.

The first time Michael cuddles you

He waits until you're asleep on the couch. Michael uses this as an excuse to pick you up and carry you to bed. The physical contact he allows only adds more fuel to the never ending addiction of wanting to feel your body heat mix with his own.

Once you're in bed he rests beside you but never falls asleep. He watches and touches. Innocently, he allows his hands to roam your body. You're warm and inviting.

Michael gently changes the position you're in so he can hold you against his chest. He leans back on the headboard and continues to watch and touch you with a softness you'll never feel when awake. It's too much to give out when you're aware of it-- he wound feel exposed and vulnerable. That's something he dislikes greatly.

The first time Michael comforts you

The first time Michael sleeps next to you

You didn't invite him into bed. You were already passed out. Michael took this to his advantage and pushed himself to lay down next to you.

He holds you from behind. Very tightly. You won't be going anywhere. His grip barely loosens when he falls asleep.

In the morning-- you'll wake up to his breathing. You'll feel the grip he has on your waist. Arms completely wrapped around you. He might touch your stomach/chest for personal comfort. You feel warm and he has no sexual intent. You genuinely bring him comfort.

After getting a taste of what it feels like to sleep next to someone he loves-- he will never go to bed alone. You'll be in his arms no matter what.

Michael knows people cry over many things. His victims cry and beg for mercy, they cry for loved ones he killed in front of them, etc. It never bothered him and he actually enjoys it.

It's different with you.

He can't cope with the sound of your cries. He wants you to hush, to stop making him feel weird sensations in his gut and chest.

Michael reaches a breaking point and ends up comforting you with touch and low grunts/hums to let you know he's there. Michael will just copy whatever you do for him and others. He doesn't necessarily feel empathy or anything along those lines-- all he knows is that he's willing to do whatever it takes to make you stop crying. And soon he'll figure out that he likes comforting you. The idea of you associating him with comfort has his heart filling with a warmth he rarely feels. But when he does, it's always because of you. He's okay with that.

merp…

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Motherhood

Camilo x GHOSTreader

Warnings: nothing too crazy but there is a make-out session, ghosts(?) Might do more on this but im not sure yet depends on how you feel about it, !!angst!! (Light yandere? If you squint) and death!!

Camilo had no idea where you came from, he had no idea why you were here, he had no idea why he was the only one that could see you. But he didn't really care, to be honest, he liked having you to talk to by himself without anyone trying to take you away.

He didn't have to worry about any of that, however, this came with its problems, for example, when he would talk to you his family only heard him and thought he might be having sine issues or he could touch you but to everyone else, it looked like he was just touching air and looked strange and people were starting to worry about him.

He heard them all the time, "what's wrong with Camilo?"- " why is Camilo acting that way?"-"is Camilo ok?" And at this point, Camilo was getting tired of it. He didn't want people to start poking him for answers to his behavior but he couldn't tell them anything what was he supposed to say? "I'm acting strange because I'm in love with a ghost but you can't see them?" He couldn't they would only worry more and might try to send him away to fix him.

...

So he did the one thing he could to try and get some suspicion off him for a little while, he started ignoring you.

...

You didn't like that

...

You had started to follow Camilo Everywhere and Camilo didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to handle it.

You followed him around the village-

....

"Hey, Milo!" You called out to him as he walked down the path to get trying to reach the little marketplace so he could have Pitahaya he had been crazing it for a few days now.

But he couldn't focus on where he was going with you floating around him calling his name and even getting in his face giving him Eskimo and butterfly kisses he was getting frustrated cut tried nit to snap at you especially out in public where it would look like he was yelling at nothing. "Camilo! Camilo! C'mon say somethin' let's play some pranks! Have some fun!" But he just brushed around you not even bothering to look at you and he make your un-beating heart feel like it was being ripped in half, why wasn't he talking to you? -

....

you followed him around Casita when he was cleaning his room or trying to help set the table-

....

Camilo slipped on his yellow Ruana shaking his head a little so his curls didn't stick together after pulling it over his head. Picking up a few things from the floor of his room before he was called down to help set up the table for dinner, you followed him the whole way. You hovered over his shoulder while he cleaned his room and how were hovering above him your hands lightly playing with his curls he normally would have smiled and playfully to you to cut it out but he didn't his frown only pulled down farther and his eyes drooped down in an annoyed expression, now you were worried was it something you did? Maybe you said? You couldn't think of anything you had done to make him act this way and it make you sad thinking that he didn't want to talk with you.

At first, you thought he was losing the ability to interact with you which made you panic and would have made you hyperventilate if you could. But you could still touch him and he had looked at you a few times when he thought you weren't looking so you knew he could still interact with you so why was he doing this?

You continued to follow him, now hovering on his side fazing through everyone else in the room who walked into you they shivered as you went through them your cold temperature momentarily affecting them, Isabela walked past him going through you shivered and turned to Camilo "jeez you're cold, is that you?" Camilo turned to his Prima tilting his head in 'confusion' "what do you mean?" Isa just shrugged assuming it was just a chill and Camilo shot you a light glare why was he mad at me?

He walked around the table placing glasses for everyone as you tried to get him to interact with you at this point you didn't care how you just wanted no NEEDED his attention, you pulled his ruana twirled his curls around your finger but nothing seemed to be working but the annoyed expression on his face was getting more and more noticeable as you continued.

Finally, when things were just about to be finished and he was set to get the last plate of food in the kitchen and he stopped for a moment to look at the plated food you wrapped your arms around him from behind nuzzling him and pushing your bose in his hair and for a moment you could have sworn you felt your dead heart beat for once in a long long time but that feeling was ripped from you the moment you heard him let you a small grunt and shrugged you off of him and he walked away.

You floated there for a moment before you felt something you haven't in a long time and didn't even know you could do, a tear fell from your eye, you touched your face feeling the moisture... You were crying?-

....

You even followed him in the shower at some point-

....

You sat- or hovered on Camilo's bed he was in the bathroom and you didn't want to bother him, not after last night's dinner. You tried you really really tried... But you just couldn't hold it. You wisped over going right through the door waiting right outside the shower curtains for Camilo. your raging mind calming in his presence. You felt safer in a way, you knew that you were unhealthily dependent on Camilo but you were alone for so long by yourself, and now that you had someone, someone that could see you that could hear you, you didn't want to let go. You didn't want to be alone ever again not after losing Car-

"What are you doing?!" Camilo yelled at you making you jump being pulled from your thoughts, Camilo stood there in a towel hair dripping and his pretty face twisted with frustration. "I just wanted to-" you didn't get to finish what you were saying "God why can't you just! LEAVE ME ALONE?! WHY ARE YOU SO ATTACHED TO ME?! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!" you just stared at him not understanding didn't he like you? Why was he yelling? Why was he mad?

"ALL YOU EVER DO FOR ME IS SCREW THINGS UP! MY FAMILY THINKS I AM CRAZY, THE VILLAGE THINKS I AM SICK! ALL I WANT ARE FOR THINGS TO BE NORMAL BUT I CAN'T DO THAT WITH YOU TRYING TO SCREW IT UP EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS!" you just sat there letting Camilo rant and yell, his breaths were quick and heavy his body hunched over the sink with his head in his hands, your lips quivered. Is that what he thinks of you? Does he think you are doing this on purpose? You just wanted to be with him, you just didn't want to be alone so why was he? You didn't even let your tears fall before you wiped from the bathroom into his room and the old chest at the very back of his obnoxiously big walk-in closet where you came out from. Laying in your old dusty chest made you think if how long you were only in this small cramped space, laying in this chest for so long. You remember it like it was yesterday when you were locked in this chest, you screamed and cried hoping someone would hear you but no one came to save you, you don't remember dying exactly, all you remember is crying feeling hungry very hungry then you remembered going to sleep you remember your body feeling lighter and lighter than nothing you remember feeling like air almost then you remember waking up and being met with Hazel eyes, olive skin dotted with freckles, and beautifully curled hair. He looked so familiar and you never knew why, until you did.-

....

Camilo Felt bad he truly did, maybe he didn't at that moment when he saw you were gone and he felt a slight feeling of relief and even more so that he didn't have to deal with you when he walked out of the bathroom and saw his sister standing there with wide eyes and a shocked and slightly concerned expression on her face.

But a few days later when he took note of how he had not seen you for a few days he started to worry and the weight of the words he said to you started to push down on him, and that's when the guilt started to set in. Why did he say that to you? Where were you? He... Missed you.

He looked around trying to find any clue as to where you could be. He walked around Casita through the village and even got some strange stares from people but he didn't care anymore he needed to find you. He was starting to panic he was searching everywhere when he bumped into someone, "oh hey Camilo!" The blond girl said smiling with a blush her green eyes lighting up at the sight of him, "yeah, hey Rosie" he said looking around trying to spot you around, which wouldn't normally be hard since your color palette stood out from everyone else in the village your colors were dark and almost drained of life, "so what are you up too?" Rosie asked taking a step towards him her smile slightly faulting as she noticed she wasn't looking at her. "I uhh- looking for... Someone" Rosies smile had fallen completely "looking? For who?" Just as she had said that Camilo had an idea as to where you could be and he started rushing there "yeah yeah, it was good talking with you Rosie."

Camilo rushed into Casita bounding up the stairs two steps at a time to get to his room, blaming the doors to his closet open rummaging around 'where where where is it where is it!' He thought as he frantically searched if the old Chest that he had found in his closet all that time ago, he remembered the day he found that chest and who was inside.

. . . .

Camilo was cleaning up his room after his mother scolded him for letting it get so messy, he grumbled about how he was tired and didn't want to do this but cleaned anyways. As he was putting his clothes away he thought he should clean out his closet too he might get extra servings at dinner as a reward if he did and showed his mother, so that's what he did but the farther he went into his closet he noticed this dusty and odd smell 'I definitely need to clean this closet now then' he thought as the odd smell and dust tickled his nose, making him scrunch his nose and fight the urge to sneeze.

He started taking the clothes from the racks but none of them were what was causing the smell. So he kept looking around, what was it mice? Bugs? Old clothes that he had forgotten to clean? The more he thought about it the more he reprimand himself for not being cleaner. That was when the odd smell became very noticeable 'what the hell was that-' Camilo didn't get to finish his thought as he had just slammed his toe into something making dust fly up into the air, Camilo took a sharp inhale only to immediately cover his nose and mouth whatever the smell was it was coming from this chest, the only issue is that he didn't recognize this chest, he had never seen it before so where did it come from? Camilo braced himself holding his breath before he unlocked the chest and opened it. And that's when the smell was too much to handle, he didn't even get to see what was inside as his eyes watered and his vision became blurry, Camilo felt his stomach clench and he had to get up and get some water before he lost what he ate for breakfast this morning. But as he was leaving he heard something, "you opened my chest." A soft voice came and he whipped around to the voice, spotting you. Your hair had lost its lively color even turning a dark deathly shade of blue and black, your hair was knotted and your clothes were slightly stained from being in the chest for so long with all the dust and rot, your eyes seemed to be downcast and sad but were still placed with shock and happiness?

Who were you? Where did you come from? The chest? But that's such a small and tight space so how? Were you the cause of the smell? But before he could think anymore you had pounced on him, hugging him tightly as you both fell to the floor, but you couldn't be the cause of the smell when you pushed yourself on him all he could smell were... Flowers? But not like the ones Isa grows, while yes like Isa you had the smell of roses in you but you also had smelled of other flowers he didn't recognize right away like lilies, lavender, and was that baby's breath?

Camilo though confused was concerned about the horrid rotting smell coming from the chest long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you asking you all kinds of questions and when he noticed your lack of a shadow and no reflection in the mirror he knew something was off about you, he knew you were special.

. . . .

Camilo found it, the chest that started it all, and without a second thought, he opened the chest finding you inside crying. How long were you in there crying for?

"Y/n?" Camilo called softly for you but you didn't respond so with a deep breath he was reaching into the Chest, it still had some slim and rot at the sides with dust at the bottom from your bones being decomposed into nothing but dust. He lifted you with no struggle thanks to you being light as air now in your ghost form, he carried you to his bed and placed you down best he could on his bed, he tried to place a hand on your cold cheek but you turned away crying harder causing your eye to fall from its socket and roll along the floor. Camilo who by now had seen this a hundred times simply picked up your eyes pulling anything that could've gotten stuck to it off before taking you by the hand and placing your eye in your palm, you sniffled turning away from hun before sticking your eye back in.

"I am sorry I yelled at you."- he whispered softly to you, he knew his sister could probably hear, he knew she would most likely tell, and Isa would tease him for having an imaginary girlfriend but he didn't care he knew you were real, wait what girlfriend?- " I didn't mean any of those awful things I said to you, please don't cry." He pulled you into his side nuzzling his nose in your untamed hair the scent of flowers filling his senses. "Why did you say? Why did you ignore?" You huffed not being able to get through a full sentence without wanting to sob.

Camilo's expression softened impossibly so, as he took hold of your cold hand his fibers over your slightly discolored skin, "I thought it would fix how I felt, I was selfish and didn't want people poking at me as to why I was acting strange. I thought if I ignored you those people would go away and I thought that feeling would stop and go back to the way it felt when we were friends." He looked at you and could see the confusion in your eyes asking him what he meant by that "Y/n I'm in love with you." You both gazed into the eyes of each other as if concerning what he had just said as you both slowly leaned into each other "Camilo." You lean in inches away "Mi Amor" Camilo leaned in closing the space in between you. His lips were soft despite being slightly chapped his skin was warm you craved his warmth. Your lips moved against each other smoothly spilling all of your love and affection for each other into the kiss, he pulled you improbably closer practically sitting in his lap, your fingers pulling at his curls you pull away from him forgetting that unlike you he needed air, his hand came up to brush some hair from your face, you lean to his warm touch, you just adored him. No words were needed to show how you both felt at this moment, you moved forward and kissed his neck smiling a bit at the small marks you left behind he let out a soft sigh and nuzzled into you at the feeling you were cold but he enjoyed it, the cold feeling against his skin. He laid back his head hitting his soft pillow with you atop him and he smiled up at you as you rubbed softly at his sides he squirmed slightly from the tickly feeling and you giggled and were going back to kiss but then the door slammed open.

Camilo shot up with you still in his lap to see his sister,

"If you are gonna be gross and imagine things about your imaginary girlfriend could you at least wait till buggy where everyone us asleep and I'm knocked out and I can't hear you please!"

Camilo's face went bright red and you giggled as his sister let out a squeak before shutting the door.