#Carlos back in the big white fluffy hoodie

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HELLOOOO!!!!!!!

alex_albon Thai Sweet Chilli 🇹🇭🌶️

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snowflakes-- c.sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x reader word count: 520 a/n: this one is for all my mutuals who romanticize the snow. not me but you guys stay safe out here

“Cariña, baby,” He pulls you from your sleep, heavy eyes, bright room. “Wake up,” He brushes the hair from your face and kisses your forehead. 

You groan, stretch, try to roll over and back to sleep. “What time is it?”

“Nine-thirty. I just got back from the gym.”

“Come back to bed,” You said, found the hem of his shirt with your eyes closed and pulled him towards you. “I’m tired.”

He chuckled, just under his breath. “It’s snowing, amor.”

You gasped, soft and innocent. You’d been in the mountains for three days now, and while the ground is covered in inches of thick, frozen snow, it has yet to fall from the sky, to coat the area in a fluffy white blanket. You were beginning to grow annoyed about it, and Carlos knew it, hence the wake up. “It is?”

“It is.”

“Okay.” You say, smack your hands on the comforter with a soft huff. “I’ll get up.”

“Okay.”

You yawn. “Okay.” 

“Okay.” He says with a smile, and you don’t move from the warm bed. “Vamos,” he laughs, extends a hand and pulls you up out of bed. “Get dressed.” You nod. He means get on your snow gear, your coat and yor snowpants and you gloves and your hat. You don’t have the energy for all of that, not before you drink some coffee and have a shower. 

Sweatpants over your pajamas, boots,  a hoodie and a sweater on top of it. You figure that’s good enough. Carlos makes you put on your jacket, and a hat, tells you you’re going to regret not wearing gloves when you feel the insatiable urge to make snowballs to throw at him. You roll your eyes and he kisses your nose when you’re in the elevator. 

You giggle like a child in the lobby, when you can see the falling snow out the big windows and doors, hurrying outside. You can count on two hands how many times you’ve seen snow, and can measure with an infinite amount of hearts how much you love it. 

Everything stops when it snows, everyone stops to watch it, the light, unique flakes that fall from heavy clouds, carefully crafted by mother nature, simple and beautiful the way all good things are. There’s something so pure about snowflakes melting on your tongue, piling up on your eyelashes, in your hair. You can’t help but feel special, important, when you track your boots into fresh snow and leave behind sole prints on something that has been untouched by humans. 

“You have snow in your hair,” Carlos says, moves his fingers to pick it away. 

“Leave it.” You reply, innocent smile mirrored back at you, and kiss him, because snow is romantic. “Let’s make snow angels.” Carlos laughs.

“You’re not dressed warm.” He laughs, because you both know you’re doing it anyway. 

“Please?” You pout, bat your snowflake filled eyelashes at him because you love the way he looks at you when you act like a fool.

“Let’s make snow angels.” He doesn’t even try to put up a fight, and you’re already pulling him into the fluffy snow, laughing.

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Willex Week Day 7 - Gift Exchange

Hey! I took part in the Willex Week Gift Exchange and got to make a gift for @thatsvery-nice​, who asked for the the fluffiest thing possible with these boys. Sadly this isn’t maximum fluff levels - Willie’s a tiny bit sad and nervous - but it’s hopefully soft and fluffy enough for you to enjoy.

(Later today or tomorrow morning I’ll also post this to AO3 and link that in a reblog, if anyone wants to read it there!)

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When the credits roll on Attack of The Clones, Reggie’s head pops up from where he was resting it in Julie’s lap. “Alex,” He says, drawing out the last syllable, and Alex groans.

Willie gives Alex a curious look as he tips his head back, resting it on the back of the couch with his eyes closed. The band have been part of Molina Movie Nights for a few months now, but this is the first time Alex has invited Willie. It’s almost an honour to join in the family tradition, although a little confusing when something happens and Willie’s the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on.

Like right now, as Reggie gives Alex his very best puppy eyes.

“Please Alex, you’re the best at making cocoa,” Julie says, also pouting at Alex. “Luke burns the milk and Reggie uses too much sugar and I know you tried teaching me, but I’m just not as good as you.”

Julie stops there, but from his place at her side, curled up under her arm, Luke takes over. “Also, this time you have a kitchen assistant!”

Alex lifts his head to frown at Luke. “Do I?”

“Yeah!” The biggest grin appears on Reggie’s face, and he gestures to Willie. “I bet Willie can help with the cocoa!”

“Exactly - Willie can help out!” Luke says. He’s now smirking at Alex, and although Willie would have offered to help before, he’s not sure he wants to any more. “Because there’s also that other thing in the kitchen, that Willie should know about.”

Yeah, Willie definitely doesn’t want to leave the couch now.

“It’s nothing bad, Willie,” Julie tells him, her voice gentle and kind. “These two are just being idiots. I promise you, you’re gonna want Alex to show you this.”

Willie turns to Alex, who’s smiling warmly at him, and all his fears melt away. The others may not realise how fragile he’s been feeling lately, how lost and alone he’s been since they freed him from the club and he moved into a spare room in the Wilsons mansion, but Alex knows. And if Alex thinks this is okay, that it’s a good surprise, then Willie will trust him.

They walk to the kitchen, just in case Ray or Carlos are in there, and Alex takes Willie over to one of the top cupboards. “So, this is where we keep the movie nights stuff,” Alex explains, opening the door. “We have popcorn and chips on the top shelf, and the cocoa powder on this one, along with a mug for each person.”

Willie nods along, and grins at the mugs. Each one is a different colour, and Willie can already guess who they all belong to, even before Alex tells him.

“So the dark red is for Carlos - it was his mom’s, but he broke his and Ray and Julie said he could have that one instead - and brown is for Ray.” Alex leaves those, and starts taking down the others. “Red is Reggie’s, and Luke’s is blue. Julie has purple and I have pink, and-”

Willie ducks his head, letting his hair fall around his face to hide his disappointment. “And I guess I’m borrowing a mug for tonight.”

With a huff, Alex shoves a mug into Willie’s hands. “And we had a lot of debate about what colour you’d want, but I pulled the boyfriend card and got you this one. I hope it’s okay.”

The ceramic mug is cool in Willie’s hands, with a tag dangling from the handle, and Willie slips it under his curtain of hair to examine it. The gift tag reads for Willie, welcome to Molina Movie Nights! in Julie’s beautiful loopy writing, and the mug matches the others, with a white handle and strip around the base. Willie’s, however, is a bright spring green, the kind that reminds him of flower buds, just before they blossom into roses or tulips or daffodils. The colour makes Willie think of hope, of the promise of something new and beautiful and precious, and between the thoughts of hope and the warmth and love his friends have shown through this mug, Willie feels tears start to gather at his eyes.

“We - we can change it if you want, if you don’t like it,” Alex says slowly, his fingers tapping on the counter. “I was the only one who said green - Reggie suggested orange, because it’s fun and creative, and Julie wanted to get yellow, because it’s so bright and happy and - and Luke mentioned the light blue, because you’re so cool, although none of us listened - I think he only wanted a blue buddy anyway-”

“Alex.”

Willie chokes on his boyfriend’s name, and the sharp intake of breath from Alex tells Willie they’re only moments away from a panic attack.

“No Alex, I’m not-” Willie puts his mug down with the others and pushes his hair back out the way, so he can show Alex the huge smile he’s wearing, along with the tears. “It’s kind of the best present I’ve ever got,” Willie tells him, reaching out to touch Alex’s arm. “And I love the colour, I really do.”

Alex exhales slowly, a tentative smile on his face. “Okay - yeah, okay.”

“And, uh.” Willie gives his arm a squeeze, and a tiny little tug. “And I’d really like to hug you now, if that’s alright?”

Instead of answering, Alex wraps his arms around Willie, one hand on the back of Willie’s head to rest it against his shoulder. In return Willie puts his arms around Alex’s waist, pulling him closer as he clings to Alex’s thick hoody. It feels right, standing in the Molinas' kitchen with Alex holding him, in a way that Willie hasn’t felt right for so many years now.

Eventually they make the cocoa. Alex shows Willie how to do it, and Willie listens carefully to every step. The five mugs are lined up along the counter - along with Ray’s, when he gets home from a late shoot, still buzzing from the awesome shots he got - and the warm chocolate-y milk is split between them, then topped with marshmallows and cream. Somehow they carry all the mugs in, Alex carrying two with one of his big hands, and they settle down for the next movie, Labyrinth. Willie curls up with Alex to drink his cocoa, and once he’s finished, shuffles down to rest his head in Alex’s lap, and drifts in and out of sleep for the rest of the movie.

However for a long time Willie just stands there in the kitchen, holding on tight to Alex, and lets himself be happy.

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omg the boys would get like a triple panic attack when she gets food poisoning and she is so confused because yeah it's gross but it's not that big of a deal, why do you look like you're gonna cry?

Anon, they would be SO concerned.

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Julie felt hollowed out as she left the bathroom, the hiss of the flush following her out. If it wasn’t coming out of her one end, it soon came out the other, and her stomach cramped with empty pain. She was cold, too, trembling with a relentless shudder, so she pulled up her hood and pulled the fleece hoodie tighter to her body.

She crossed the hall to return to her bedroom - she just wanted to sleep the day away, dream through this nightmare. As she padded into her bedroom in her white fluffy socks, she jumped at the sight of three teenage boys wringing their hands by her bed.

“Julie!” Luke cried, quickly skating around her bed to stand close to her. Julie became suddenly aware of the slick of sweat across her forehead and upper lip. “Julie, we heard Ray tell Carlos. Are you okay?”

Julie shrank back into her hoodie and folded her arms across her stomach. If it wasn’t for the fever already colouring her and making her sweat, she would’ve blushed at the sounds she’d made in the bathroom just minutes ago. “I’m fine. It’s just a little food poisoning.”

She heard a small whine escape from Reggie’s lips and noticed Alex’s eyes grow wide. Reggie grabbed his arm.

Julie frowned. “What are you...”

She noticed the furrow of Luke’s brow, the way his jaw set and the tension in his shoulders. She cocked her head. 

“Guys, I’m–”

“Let’s call the hospital,” he said, turning to the boys over his shoulder. “The sooner we can get her seen, the better.”

Reggie nodded and Alex lunged for Julie’s cell, which she’d left lying on the bed in her absence.

“Alex, no, don’t,” she said, stomping round the bed and tearing it from his hands. “What are you guys doing? It’s just a little food poisoning. I shouldn’t have eaten Carlos’ experimento de pollo, I’m sick, but I’m not going to–”

“Die?” Luke finished for her.

Oh.

Oh.

She looked at each of the faces of her friends, thick with worry and concern: Alex dipped his chin to his chest and grazed the toe of his trainer against her bed frame; Reggie with his brows furrowed, mouth parted in the shape of a small ‘o’ and fingers picking nervously at the skin around thumbnail.

Luke turned away, lowering his eyes and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

Julie dropped her shoulders. She inhaled and closed her eyes. On her out-breath, she murmured a small, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

The boys looked at her again and she tried for a small, hazardous smile. “I’m sick, but I’m not on death’s door, okay? I’m just feeling a bit… gross, is all.”

She reached out for Luke’s hand and he tentatively threaded his fingers through hers. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Because Alex could probably work out how to use your dad’s–”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital,” Julie said, squeezing his fingers. “Okay? Trust me. I know my own body.”

Luke didn’t seem totally reassured, but he returned her squeeze. Behind him, she saw Alex and Reggie relax a little.

“Can we… I know you don’t like us being in here, which I get it, boundaries, but can we–”

“For a little bit, yes. You can stay.”

A small smile formed in the corner of Luke’s mouth, but fell again when Julie gave him her serious look. “But the moment I need to…” She cleared her throat and dipped her eyes. “Go, you’re gone, do you hear me?”

Luke grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

“Julie, can we…” Alex gestured to himself and Reggie. “We won’t be any trouble. Promise.”

Julie rolled her eyes. “Fine. Yes. You can stay. All of you.”

Reggie clapped his hands, “Alright, yes!” He climbed onto Julie’s bed and Julie shoved him so that she could get back under the covers.

“Seriously, though, ya’ll, I’m pretty gross right now.”

“You’re perfect,” Luke said, before he could stop himself. He flushed when the other three looked at him. “I mean, we don’t care. As long as you’re alive, you could be a she-monster and we wouldn’t care.”

Julie bit back her smile as she settled against her pillows.

“Can we watch more Dragon Prince?” Reggie asked, and reached for her laptop. “I wanna see what happens to Ez, now that he’s king.”

Julie grabbed her laptop from him and pulled it onto her lap. She opened up Netflix and set up the next episode of The Dragon Prince as Alex and Luke settled on the bed around her.

Julie felt Luke’s body rigid on her right and she rested back against him. Soon, he grew soft and snaked a shy arm around her waist.

Feeling warm, loved, and a little less sick, she clasped her hand over Luke’s and relaxed. She pressed play.

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Anon: Hey, I have this comment/idea/headcanon you might enjoy.

Me: you’re so right! 

Also me: *writes scene in full prose with beginning, middle, end*

Me: anon, I don’t know what to tell you, I got carried away.

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Teacher!AU Clothes Challenge!

Their favorite outfit

-Héctor = a ten year old Santana band t-shirt that he got from an actual Santana concert (signed by Carlos himself on the tag and everything), an open flannel overshirt that he sometimes will wrap around his waist if it gets too hot, skinny jeans, and his custom Rivera boots. He also has a wide-brimmed hat he’ll wear on outings with a chin-tie, the one thing he “borrowed” from Chicharrón that the man never bothers him about returning (because it was actually a gift but the gruff old man is too stubborn to say so. . 

-Miguel = an El Tigre t-shirt, comfy shorts (good for running around and general horseplay), his Buzz Lightyear sneakers, the kind that light up every time you take a step, and of course his oversized red hoodie (a present from Mamá that she hoped he would grow into). 

-Imelda = a sleeveless princess-cut knee-length dress with a a deep blue skirt with a gradient cloth that changes to a bold shade of indigo around the bust, a dark blue cardigan with light purple stitching, and sensible little black boots. She also wears bike shorts under her skirt, for comfort. 

-Ernesto = a smart and simple collared shirt with a couple buttons left undone so as to appear more suave, a deep blue and white baseball jacket with a calavera stitched onto the back, a rosy/coral sheet music scarf (CHECK IT OUT), and real Italian leather loafers. 

Flannel

-Héctor = Practically 60% of his wardrobe. Got super attached the pattern while in uni in the US after spending a spring break in Oregon with some college friends. Prefers complimentary colors, if only because they annoy the hell out of Ernesto (purple and yellow are his favs)

-Miguel = Doesn’t care for it usually, but likes analogous color schemes, like reds and oranges. 

-Imelda = Only has 2 flannel shirts, both of them mercifully custom altered by Ceci to be a touch more fashionable and work with Imelda’s dresses (CHECK THEM OUT)

-Ernesto = No. Absolutely not. They make him look like a fruity lumberjack. Burn it with fire. 

Sleepwear

-Héctor = will fall asleep in pretty much anything, but if he has enough braincells firing to get dressed for bed, it’s usually in a size XXL baggy band or American Tourist Trap t-shirt and equally baggy pink sweatpants. They used to be red, but they’ve been washed so many times that the color has faded. Héctor couldn’t care less, but Ernesto always pokes fun at him for it. 

-Miguel = comfy and soft pjs, or just a baggy t-shirt and shorts if the air conditioning goes out. Also has a pair of luchador mask slipper socks he refuses to take off before bed, in spite of Héctor insistence that people who wear socks to bed are not human. 

-Imelda = hair done up in curlers or a simple bun, a loose and silky nightgown and a big, completely-too-fluffy-for-this-world bathrobe. She also has a band t-shirt that she got as a gift from Héctor, but she only wears it when all of her other nightgowns are in the wash (or at least that is what she tells Héctor. 

-Ernesto = (per @slusheeduck) monogrammed silk blue pajamas and a matching blue silk sleep mask. He gets Doña Lucinda a tiny sleeping sweater that matches the same shade of blue. 

Halloween (Día de las Brujas) Costume

-Héctor = always dresses up for the kids, whether on the actual date or the Friday prior if Día de las Brujas falls on the weekend. A couple crowd favorites are Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Beethoven, but the year that Miguel first stays with him, he dresses up as Sirius Black from Harry Potter with Miguel as Harry (though people mistake him for Snape because of his hair and lack of mustache). 

-Miguel = LOVES dressing up as monsters, but won’t admit it because he thinks it makes him look like a dork, and it takes a lot of coaxing and noogie-ing to get him to get in the spirit of things. His favorites are Frankenstein and the Wolf Man (but he had a blast celebrating Día de las Brujas with Héctor, even if he’d only ever seen a couple of the Harry Potter movies and read none of the books). 

-Imelda = she doesn’t get into full costume for the event, but she will dress up in darker colors. She has a black cardigan with spider-web embroidery stitched in for the occasion, and she has been even known to wear a witch’s hat as well if the school holds any events to celebrate it.

-Ernesto = He goes as the same thing pretty much every year, a mariachi (specifically paying homage to Pedro Infante). Sure, it’s cliche, but it’s a real crowd pleaser if he and Héctor have a gig that night. 

Date night

-Héctor = oh Díos Mío does that man dress to the nines. Or, at least he tries with what he has. A nice, pale purple collared shirt with black embroidery along the collar, and a matching purple vest (gifts from Tía Elena when he gradiated from university in the US), black tight jeans (he has absolutely no dress slacks), and comfortable dancing shoes. Because if he is planning on going out with Imelda then you better believe singing and dancing and endless-counting-of-blessings will be involved. 

-Miguel = Non applicable, because adults going on dates in gross, but he wears his lucky El Tigre t-shirt for Héctor’s sake. His Tío could use all the luck he can get. 

-Imelda = A black, deep-v-neck-cut, flouncy dress. Specifically a Peacock Flower Summer Kentucky Derby dress (SEEN HERE AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL). The floucier, the better, because she too fully intends on going dancing if she and Héctor are going out together. Dates are the only occasion she does not wear her boots, instead swapping them out with her trusty rose-embroidered black ballet flats.

-Ernesto = Pretty much the only time he doesn’t wear his favorite shade of blue, instead swapping out for a suave black suit and tie with a pin-striped collared shirt. He does however carry a lucky blue handkerchief in his back pocket, just in case. 

Swimsuit

-Héctor = Baggy board shorts and a comfy white t-shirt that he neevr takes off. Despite his skin tone, no matter how hard he tries, he always, always, ALWAYS gets sunburnt at the beach, so he plays it safe. Also brings his trusty sunhat and flip-flops (which he wears with black socks, if only to embarrass Miguel and mortify Ernesto).

-Miguel = Lightning McQueen swim trunks and a matching swim-mask+snorkle. Always comes home with sand in his ears and a bucket full of seashells. He and Héctor have fun cleaning them up and polishing them so Miguel can send them to Santa Cecilia as gifts for Tía Elena, who loves the ocean. 

-Imelda = A backless, violet tankini and a sunset yellow wrap-aroudn coverall. She often borrows Héctor’s sunhat while he goes out swimming with Miguel, and spends most of the day watching them have fun and make fools of themselves while she reads by the water. At least until someone splashes her. Then all bets are off, as the great water war begins. 

-Ernesto = Pretty much (THIS). Sexy guitar music playing in the background and everything. 

Loungewear

-Héctor = A sweater, the bigger and baggier the better, and comfortably jeans. Barefoot, not socks or shoes. Sometimes might even wear his glasses along with it, especially while playing guitar with Miguel. 

-Miguel = His comfy red hoodie, his El Tigre shirt, cargo shorts, and mismatched socks. Can often be seen hugging a pillow while watching TV or lying on the floor and listening to Héctor’s record player while drawing action heroes in his notebook. 

-Imelda = A lace shawl, a baggy tank tucked in at the waist, and a lose flowing skirt. Usually found sitting in an armchair reading while Pepita purrs on her lap or by the windowsill. 

-Ernesto = He doesn’t do casual. Trust me. He’s tried.