#carlos was so flustered lol

[channelslam]

Carlos: Well, this year has been challenging for me-

Sloane: ???

Tiafoe: Tough winning two majors

[ln444]

1D songs as f1 drivers prompts

included: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen.

cw: slight angst.

note: i spent days making this omg 😭 i'm so glad it's finally out bc i'm a huge fan of one direction's songs (had my directioner era lol) i really hope you guys enjoy it ! also i was thinking about making it a serie, let me know if you're interested by any of the prompts !

click on the title to play the song!

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lando norris ☆ stole my heart (bestfriends in love)

“under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart with just one look, when i saw your face, i fell in love„

lando really tried. he attempted to bury his feelings as deeply as he could, but you make it so difficult. the way you're the only one who laughs at his silly jokes, the way you try not to miss any of his races (and send him a good luck text when you can't be there), the way you randomly smile down at him – he could talk about everything you do for hours because he loves and knows every single details about you. sometimes he hates how you make him feel because he just wants to say, 'fuck it,' and kiss you for hours and hours. he can't even count the number of times he's thought about kissing you or the countless times the three words almost slipped out of his mouth out of nowhere. but the thought of losing you forever hold him back everytime, he can't even imagine his life without you. he doesn't know how, but lando has fallen for you, really, really hard and it just keeps going, he just can't get enough of you.

oscar piastri ☆ 18 (teenage love)

“i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love„

oscar initially watched you from a distance, even memorizing your schedule to see you as often as possible. he'd daydream about finding excuses to start conversations with you, sometimes getting so lost in thought during class that he'd lose track of the lesson. then, one day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, pretending to need notes from a shared class. since that day, you began exchanging daily messages, making oscar dumbly smiling. you started having study sessions, eating lunch together, sitting together in your shared classes and he'd even wait to walk you home. and just like that, oscar start falling for you. he found himself daydreaming about you more often, imagining how it would feel to hold your hand and how your lips would feel on his. those thoughts would fluster him, but deep down, he hoped they might come true.

charles leclerc ☆ summer love

“you were my summer love, you'll always will be my summer love„

midnight swims, picnics, sneaking out to watch the stars, late-night talks, sharing earphones while lying on the beach, biking, taking pictures of each other with your old camera, whispering sweet words to each other when no one's watching. that's what makes summer your favorite season, because you get to be with charles. but why does being in love with charles have to be so complicated? why do you have to part ways when the summer ends? most importantly, what makes you hold onto this love, so complicated? maybe the fact that charles always promises to be there next summer and keep this promise — or the fact that you're madly in love with this boy—. the craziest part of all of this is how your love for each other never fades, to the point where charles promises to marry you and get a beach house where you can spend all your summers together when you grow up. charles always keeps his promises.

carlos sainz ☆ change your ticket (long distance)

“you should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home, don't go, it's not the same when you go„

you never imagined that having an f1 driver as your boyfriend would be so challenging and that you'd have to spend half the year far from him. at first, it wasn't a big problem, and you got used to it quickly. but at times, it really tugged at your heart. carlos always makes sure to call you when he is free and send you texts at random times of the day to ask how's your day going and tell you how much he misses you, but it's not the same. carlos had asked you more than to join the venture, assuring you that his income would be more than enough for both of you. you thought about it—a lot—but the idea of making such significant changes held you back. now, when you think about it, you realize that losing carlos over a simple matter of distance would be a mistake, especially when there's a solution within reach. perhaps traveling the world with your f1 driver boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

lewis hamilton ☆ heart attack (bestfriend's sister)

“got your voice in my head, sayin' «let's just be friends» [...] never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you„

lewis doesn't even know how he fell in love with you. perhaps it was the way your smile warms his heart or how you effortlessly make the most boring conversation so captivating. it seems so absurd that, out of all of the people, he fell for his bestfriend's sister. lewis never imagined that it will be this hard to fight his love for you and act like his mind is not filled with thoughts of you 24/7. how could he possibly get over you when just being in the same room as you drives him crazy? he thought about telling your brother, he really did but the thought of losing his long time friend and you along the way held him back. so he decided to bury his feelings deep in his heart and keep his thoughts in the back of his head. yet, with every echo of your laughter from the next room or just the sight of you, his heart would go crazy.

george russell ☆ loved you first

“i've been waiting all this time to finally say it but now i see your heart's been taken, and nothing could be worse, baby i loved you first„

george can't help but think about the stupid mistake he made a few months ago— not confessing his love for you. he had so many chances to do it, to tell you that he fell hard for you and he can't stop thinking about you. but the day he finally decided to do it, he didn't expect to find you arm in arm with another guy, totally breaking his heart. he just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you with him every day and acting like it was fine, as if the looks and smiles you gave him didn't warm his heart and make him want to take your hand and run as far as he could. because george, he's deeply in love, and it's getting deeper every single day. it's so unfair— he was there first, he loved you first. the worst part is that you know how george feels, and you might even feel the same way. george loved you first, and he's going to make sure that you know that.

max verstappen ☆ still the one (ex lovers)

“you're all i think about baby, i was so stupid for letting you go, you still the one„

max tried to date other girls, multiple times. however, it never felt the same. how is he supposed to move on when he's consumed by thoughts of you 24/7? he can't even engage in meaningful conversations with his dates because his mind always drifts back to you. he spends countless nights trying to erase you from his thoughts, to convince himself that it's truly over. yet, deep down, a flicker of hope for your love still lingers. max thought about the endless nights he's spent replaying your conversations and wondering what went wrong. he's haunted by the way your smile lit up his world and the warmth of your hand in his. even though he's tried to move forward, the heartache is still here, reminding him that sometimes, love refuses to fade.

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requests open!

[bwoahtastic]

Lestappen University AU where Max get's asked out and is actually excited it's this pretty Alpha named Carlos that asks him out and Max is so excited and runs and busts into Dan's and Charles's apartment and is blushing so hard that honestly he looks like he just got fucked. Max blurts it out smiling so big and Dan's eyes grow wide and looks at Charles who is frozen but theres a crack growing in Charles's coffee mug. "Okay, so I'm going to go," Dan rushing out and Max is confused as Charles stands up and growls loudly smelling Carlos all over Max.

Plls!

Carlos and Max working together on a project abd they get along well, so when Carlos asks him out Max is so excited!

Max running to tell charles (and Dan) because he can't quite believe an Alpha would want him!! Running in he is all flustered and smelling so happy, and some of carlos's scent is lingering on him as they worked on the project for a few hours.

Max blurting out he has a date and Dan goes "okay I'll ne back in an hour lol" and legs it out of there. Charles growling a bit smelling Carlos on Max but being so torn, because if Max wants Carlos over him he will step back...

Max turning worried and asking if Charles is stressed about something, if he has another test coming up and goes over to hug Charles to make him feel better. Charles nosing Max's neck a bit snd whispering he wants Max to go on a date with him, not Carlos... he possessively has his hands on Max's hips but is ready to tear himself away if Max doesn't want him...

Max letting out a surprised little noise but then saying he would like that a lot!

[emchante]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT (this one's gonna be mellow lol) ... Carlos and praise kink

And I don't just mean sexually, I mean that he seems like they type to always shower you in compliments and he'll do it when you least expect it because seeing you all flustered and at a loss for words boosts his ego. (sidenote, I wrote this while listening to the Twilight Soundtrack) 💜

HII 💜 anon, i seen this last night but i crashed out LOL and today i’ve been indulging in some other hobbies, so i’ve been behind on answering. but i’m here to answer and ramble with you all now <3

but i TOTALLY agree!! he’d compliment and praise you over the smallest things, which you’d point out to him, but he’d always roll his eyes and ignore it.

spent all day cleaning the house? “you’re amazing, cariño” surprised him with dinner? “amorrr, you done this for me? you’re the best,” “this tastes so good. so happy the greatest cook is all mines” literally just.. got your work done? “you’re so good, and i’m so proud of you.”

he’ll praise you over anything, and you’ll always love it. sometimes it’s even small compliments on your looks which come out of nowhere and leave you blushing. “you look beautiful cariño, all of this just for me?” his hands trailing up your sides, fingers running over your curves. “gorgeous, and i’ll never get tired of saying so.”

and best believe if you’re ever self conscious or doubting yourself and your looks? carlos is taking you to your bedroom until you change your mind ;)

[obsoleteozymandias]

heya! :D was wondering if id be able to get a matchup from resident evil pls c: i hope im doing all of this right lol

im a straight female (she/her)

appearance: im 5’7”. im a light blonde, occasionally I’ll whack some brown or hot pink through the underneath when I’m bored of the plain one colour. im v into fashion and what not but my style varies day to day. i like to experiment with it. that being said, im usually here for anything that fits in the boxes of emo or hyper feminine though, as much as they contrast one another. 🤧 i wear a lot of makeup, and i do that purely for myself lol. I hate when people say they can’t even tell I’m wearing it considering it takes me sooo long haha. i have glasses but most of the time when i go out i wear contacts.

personality: to sum it up nicely, i never ever shut up. im very loud and extroverted. (the only exception to this is if I’m tired, then i go dead quiet.) humour is a big thing for me to be able to get on with someone. i have a very very strong moral code. i have a tendency to jump straight to people’s rescue if i see something wrong and I’m told that sometimes that gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. i try to be optimistic but i can be a massively emotional drama queen so it occasionally does fail tbh. i don’t exactly like bothering people with my problems either. im a creative person first and foremost. however, i have some “theoretical” intelligence yet completely, totally lack common sense. if you believe anything to do with star signs you will not be surprised to know im a sagittarius ‘:D

i don’t think i have a specific type. im not physically affectionate with friends but definitely would be with a partner. i like someone who knows how to flirt a little, maybe? and just like someone caring because kindness is such a huge thing for me.

i draw a ton, i make ocs and stories, i’ll throw myself headfirst into any artistic hobbies at least once to try it really. also, massively into music. listening to it anyway, i can’t play any instruments or anything. i love rock / pop punk bands, i love pop & kpop, i just… love music. a lot. i do everything with my headphones.

i believeeee that is all :p thank you for taking my request!

👍

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Carlos Oliveira

Extrovert x Extrovert type beat 

Carlos probably meets you while trying to stop you from throwing yourself into danger. He gets it, he really does, and he truthfully admires how you’ll fight tooth and nail for your beliefs, but leave the fighting to him for now, okay? 

Don’t worry, he’ll teach you all about fighting if need be. He can see the desire to do good and to stand up for yourself, and he’s admittedly a bit flustered by your passion (it’s very attractive). 

After getting in a relationship, he trusts you more to take care of both yourself and him, but he’s always on edge when you’re away, so you often come home to a big armful of man and his kisses and whispers about how much he misses you. 

He’ll be the street smarts in this relatiponship, constantly watching your back and keeping track of you. Yet you surprise him with your creativity and problem solving enough that it sort of balances out?  

He’s always ready to chat with you, whether it be about work or your thoughts and opinions on the most random of topics.

Carlos will enjoy time where just the two of you hang out and listen to music. I imagine you’ve got different tastes genre wise, but similar tonally. Sometimes you two go on a drive just to listen to some music and joke with one another. 

He’s your savior, in more ways than one, but the feeling is absolutely reciprocated.  

[paperstorm]

So how much do you think TK needs distract poor Carlos with sex so he won't get high blood pressure 💀 Also if this is an ongoing storyline, I'm on the elopement train.

I always headcanon Owen just being way more obnoxious about being sex positive than he actually is just because I think it's funny and Carlos is adorable when he's all flustered so I would love it if Owen knows this lol. If he made some little comment as Carlos is clearly spiraling like "TK I think you need to take your fiance somewhere and help him ... relax" and TK is like DAD and Carlos just spirals even further

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Cecil Palmer has ADHD (like, maybe)?

In reference to this;

How can I say no to our local barista district? Disclaimer: The things I know about ADHD are based purely on internet research and therefore I may bring up some stereotypes or incorrect assumptions for which I apologise. Also although I'm using canon examples, I'm not saying this is intentional the way Carlos being autistic clearly is (unless it turns out to be, then ha! I knew it!).

So, does Cecil meet the criteria? Does he Cecil...

Make small mistakes like forgetting dates, misreading instructions, forgetting instructions, mislaying things etc. Yeah, all of the time. Now we can blame the dates thing in NV weirdness, sure, but when time becomes a bit more right post-Huntocarr this isn't something Cecil improves in. He also sometimes reads out the wrong thing and has to correct himself (in particularly, horrorscopes) or reads out things he was specifically told not to read out (most things about Dark Owl Records tbh). Always with an apologise or a 'oh no oops' though so it's not a malicious choice to say it wrong.

Poor organisational skills/inability to prioritise/finding it hard to do certain things (even if he wants to) through seeming lack of motivation? Now you look at this man and tell me his desk isn't a mess. But seriously, he breaks off to gossip during his show seemingly at random and I think it's just down to him being unable to tell (until too late) that such information doesn't need to be said right now on his news show. This has gotten him into trouble with Station Management multiple times. He also seems to use the interns to organise things around the station for him possibly because he has trouble with it himself (RIP the one intern who organised themselves into alphabetical order by organ when doing other stuff) and even has the interns proofread his Jaws slash fic which is uhhh...not their job Cecil they are here to learn about radio and help you with your job lol priorities please. Not to mention he says he loves journalism where he can go out himself but sees to send his interns a lot. This could be for many reasons but could just be that he Just Can't because of a lack of motivation/energy/ability thing.

Forgetfulness - Trauma? Lyme Disease induced fog? ADHD? Who knows.

Difficulty keeping quiet, and speaking out of turn - Cecil canonically had to take lessons in order to learn how to have a proper conversation with people because he had a hard time letting others talk and listening to/remembering what they've said.

Cecil's moods tend to ebb and flow rather suddenly, going from calm to screaming, from terrified to calm, from calm to squealing with happiness and showing a little hyperactivity in his sudden gushing and aahing at something he finds cute. He could just be like that but you could interpret it a 'sudden mood swings' sometimes seen in ADHD.

Cecil isn't extremely risky, but he does tend to deal with his stress via drinking and just not taking care of himself very well which could count as risk taking behaviour or an inability to deal with stress? He does get flustered and worked up very easily which could be him genuinely having trouble regulating stress and other such extreme emotions.

That's all I've personally got but if anyone (especially those who know more about ADHD/ADD than myself) wants to add things on I'd be so happy~!

[theemporium]

Saw the ask about famous reader and couldn’t help but think if reader was a singer, her albums are the only albums that are played in the garage lol

charles playing her albums on a loop and having the literal biggest crush on her

and then all of a sudden she’s invited to the garage and he’s so flustered and blushy, and she compliments his songs and he’s literally fangirling and freaking out that she listens to his music😭

carlos goes to tell her how his garage is always playing her songs and how he always hears charles playing her work from his driver room but charles is literally slapping his hand over his mouth to try and stop him😭

[the-kr8tor]

Lil facts about me!

I love horror movies, I have a sweet tooth, and I get flustered real easily.

Series OC face claims and comic OC art

Spidersona/oc

Current wips:

💌 Requests

💌 one year anniversary reqs

💌 Holiday reqs

💌 IPOB part 2

💌 Minotaur AU

💌 Ink and Bedrock pt 2

Editing:

✏️ reqs

Music I'm currently listening to on repeat: Chappell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter. recommend some songs? Mayhaps? 🥺

These are the characters I'm obsessed (in love) with! I might write for them in the future. Or if you just want to chat about them with me 🥺

Current obsession - Hobie Brown my Beloved and Ekko my pookie

Faves: Morpheus/Dream of the endless and the Corinthian (The Sandman), Ekko (arcane), Task force 141 men, especially Gaz my husband 🥺 including, Alejandro, Rudy, Konig, Keegan, and Hesh, Kruger (call of duty), Miguel o'hara (atsv)

Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira (resident evil), Every Genshin impact character- especially, Xiao, Albedo, and Diluc.

Q (Daniel craig's bond), Santino D'Antonio and John Wick (John Wick), Gojo,Getou and Nanami (jjk)

Joel Miller (tlou) Rhaenyra, Aemond Targaryen (hotd), Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington (stranger things), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (criminal minds), Gregory House (house md), Jason Todd (batman), James Conrad (kong skull Island), Arthur Morgan (rdr2), Louis (iwtv) Levi (aot) Peter Parker (tasm), tangerine (bullet train)

And so much more I can't remember from the top of my head lol

[weskin-time]

RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

no

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

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Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

[fbfh]

rocks at your window pt. 12 - ricky bowen x reader

disclaimer: this series contains smut and chapter by chapter warnings, so as with all nsfw works, ricky is aged up to 18+!! ricky and reader are 18 and in their senior year. additionally, ricky begins to desplay more symptoms of mental illness and bpd but he does get therapy and has a good support system. Obviously I'm not a professional and this is for entertainment so while I have done my research pls take this with a grain of salt!! or several!! /lh

!! contains some spoilers for season 1 of hsmtmts, and previous chapters of this fic !!

wc: 5k

genre: mild hurt/lotta comfort, smut, feels

pairing: ricky bowen x (afab she/her) reader

warnings: post show depression, more backstory for reader, brief mentions of gifted kid burnout and rediscovering your love for theatre, more fake texts, ricky is down ba-a-a-a-ad, classic Hot Boy Climbing Through Your Window moment, heart to heart convos, smut, body worship, clit sucking n fingering, penetrative sex, emotional 'i love you' sex, ricky begging <3, possible cliff hanger?? (BUT NOT BAD I PROMISE)

summary: it's late at night and you're reflecting on your experience performing high school musical the musical with all your fellow wildcats when someone shows up, throwing rocks at your window, and thinking the exact same thing.

song recs: rocks - imagine dragons, end of all things - panic at the disco, I hear a symphony - cody fry, fuck it I love you - lana del rey, tell me that you love me - victorious cast, where do we go from here - amelie obc, I can't handle change - roar

a/n: this is the last chapter of rocks. I got so emotional writing this and I sincerely hope yall enjoy. also before anyone asks YES I'm planning a sequel about season 2 but it's curretnly tba. I hope you cry when you hear rocks by imagine dragons and get flustered as FUCK when you hear tell me that you love me by the victorious cast because Ricky Bowen needs to be told I love you to cum it's canon Tim Federle told me so. Fangz again to Cici for proof reading and fangz to you guys for reading <3 send in Ricky asks lol

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @matiere-detoiles @ifilwtmfc @uselesssapphickitten @nxstalgicnxbxdy @ggclarissa @n-slayaaaaa @stormi-ames @rainforest-daisies @sunshineangel-reads

The show is over, midterms are over, now it’s Friday night and you can’t sleep. It’s one of a handful of Fridays over the past few months that you haven’t spent at rehearsal, and no matter how many times they roll around, it still feels weird. You chalk it up to routine, muscle memory, but part of you still worries you’ll be late when you see it’s past 6pm. You miss the El Rey, you miss the auditorium and rehearsal room at school, you miss circle time with Miss Jenn and all your friends. Post show depression always sucks, but after everything that happened during High School Musical, how intense things got, the letdown is worse than usual. 

Even all the fun things Miss Jenn had planned to keep everyone’s spirits up until the next show gets announced are all over. You’d spent a week with your friends learning a song about winter Ashlyn wrote and Gina and Carlos choreographed so everyone could do a flashmob for the new East High theatre department’s instagram page. Miss Jenn got everyone together to make some content in advance to post before the break, but you finished your last take of the flashmob after school today. New Year’s isn’t until later this week, so you’ve finally reached the wasteland between closing one show and starting another. 

“Hey,” your mom says softly from your doorway, and you look up from where you’re sitting on your bed. You greet her quietly, flipping through your playbill from the show, still wearing your cast shirt. You have a few open hat boxes in front of you, adorned in light florals and other delicate patterns and designs. Each one of them is full to the brim with playbills, confetti, and other mementos from past shows, except the one in front of you, which still has some room left in it. 

Your mom walks over to you, watching your expression closely as you flip through your playbill, not wanting to put it away just yet. She rests her hand on your back, rubbing her thumb affectionately before tucking the tag of your shirt back into the neck. You both know what’s coming. You think back to the deal you made with her after your dad left. You didn’t realize until months after how much you’d been struggling with everything. Your mom discussed dropping out of the show you were in, even though you were so close to opening night, and you’d refused. You’re not the type to drop out of a show you’ve spent months rehearsing for just because of some struggles in your personal life. 

Your mom could see clear as day how you weren’t having fun like you used to, how burnt out you were going to get if you kept up like that. What kind of mother would she be if she just let you do that to yourself? Once you’d found a new house and a new job out in Utah, you came to the agreement that you’d take a break for the summer. After that, if you wanted to do theatre again, you could do a show at your new school - nothing high pressure, or competitive and catty, or overly professional. After that, if you still want to, you can return back to professional theatre after you graduate. 

“So?” she says softly. Your chest squeezes, and you’re so grateful that you’ve been able to feel and see and do and experience every single thing you love about theatre so much. There had been no high stakes, nothing riding on you and your ability to perform. It was just fun. Passion. A passion you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let go of. 

“I want to do the next show.” You say, without a trace of reservation. She smiles softly, looking down at you. She hasn’t seen you like this, so much like yourself, in years. You’re glowing and at peace, and she has never, ever been happier to see it. After everything the two of you have been through, the divorce - and the events leading up to it - she remembers this is what she’s been fighting for, the goal she’s been working toward; seeing you happy and thriving. She had a hunch that high school theatre was exactly what you needed, and now she thanks her lucky stars she was right.  

You don’t talk about what you’re going to do after the next show, it’s not quite time to worry about that yet. There’s no need to rush anything, especially when it comes to stuff like this. You’re sure that when it comes time to make a decision, you’ll know in your heart what the right one will be. But even just from looking at you, even if you don’t know yet, your mom has another hunch that you’ll be back in New York, lighting up every stage on Broadway at some point. She presses a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back again as you finally, reluctantly place your playbill in the open hat box in front of you. 

“Try to get some rest, sweetie.” 

She goes off to bed, and now you really have nothing to do. You sigh as you organize your hat boxes back on the top shelf of your closet, in the order you usually keep them in. You look around, deciding to clean your room. You run down to the kitchen to get a trash bag, then return to your room. You dig through all the scented candles you’ve been hoarding and pick out a nice smelling one to light, then put something on Netflix for some background noise. You start by folding your laundry, then pick up any stray trash. Usually cleaning your room gives you time to think, but you’re not really thinking much of anything now. You’re grateful for the break. 

You move from task to task, losing track of time as Netflix continues to autoplay. You pause what you’re doing for a second, trying to figure out why two characters are arguing. You’ve barely been paying attention, but are still managing to follow the plot for the most part. During that moment of stillness, you hear your phone buzz with a text. You pick it up, shocked at how late it is, how quickly the time got away from you. It also makes you wonder who could be texting you so late. It’s Ricky. That makes sense, you think. You wonder what he’s doing up so late as you open the message. 

You set your phone on the windowsill, then head towards your closet to try and make some sense of it. You’re not sure how it got to be such a hot mess - in all fairness, it’s not really that messy. You just need a project to work on. You straighten up your hanging clothes, refold all your jeans and folded sweaters, then reorganize it by color. Or maybe cut. You’re not sure yet. You make a mental note to rewatch Tidying Up with Marie Kondo later for more ideas. 

You decide to revisit that in a few minutes, instead turning to all the pillows and blankets hidden on the floor of your closet. You adjust them, remembering the first time you’d shown your nap hole to Ricky. Your mind wanders idly, recounting all the things that have happened since then. You really hope that in spite of everything, Ricky had a good time performing. A part of you really hopes he’s going to do more shows. He’s so talented, and he has so much natural potential. After what he’s been through, it would make total sense if he never wanted to do theatre again, but a part of you silently hopes that he’s grown to love it the way you do. 

Thunk. 

You turn your head suddenly, wondering if you’d imagined the small noise. You glance back at the window, and see you left your phone there. You figure it was a notification or something. When you press the power button to check, you’re met with the words no new notifications on your lock screen. 

Thunk.

Something moves in the corner of your vision, followed by another noise, then another.

Thunk- crack! 

Your brow furrows as you stare at the hairline fracture left in the glass of your window. You try to peer down, but it’s so dark you can’t really see anything. You open your window up wide, lifting the latch and popping out the screen. You lean your head out just enough to look down, but it’s still too dark. You turn on your phone flashlight and hold tight to your popsocket, angling the beam down, only to be met with Ricky. 

He’s holding a small plastic bag and a handful of rocks to throw until he gets your attention. He waves up at you awkwardly, and you laugh, covering your mouth to not make too much noise. It sounds beautiful. Everything you do is always so beautiful, he’s not sure why he’s still surprised when you take his breath away effortlessly. His stomach twists for a moment, and he hopes he gives you butterflies like you give him all the time. He looks up at you, and leaning down from your window like this, he thinks you’d make a really good Juliet. He’s not sure if you’ve done any Shakespeare before, but he makes a mental note to ask. 

You watch from above as he holds the plastic bag in his mouth and starts climbing up the tree next to your house. You lose sight of him for a moment, until he reappears on the lattice on the side of your house. He’s careful not to disturb the ivy slowly growing its way up in spite of the cold weather. You laugh in disbelief, watching him climb through your window until he’s standing in front of you. It feels like something out of a movie, and your heart is pounding in your chest. 

“You could have used the door…” you laugh. 

“Well,” he shrugs, “I wanted to shake it up a little.” He smiles at you, pulling something out of the bag. 

“I brought you coffee.” He pulls a to go cup out of the bag, handing it to you. He’s hopeful it will make you happy, and the way your eyes light up when you accept the drink is worth the stranger looks he got from the barista for ordering espresso at 11 at night. He takes out his drink, throwing the empty plastic bag in your garbage. You look up at him with those pretty eyes and his stomach flips. You move closer, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into. 

“Thanks,” you say after pulling away, sending him the most blinding, dazzling smile. He’s been inside you more times than he can count, and your kisses still make his head all fuzzy. He lets out a soft laugh, feeling a little high from your attention. He sits on your bed, watching you as you sit backwards on your desk chair. You both sip your drinks, and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask. He lets out a breathy laugh, surprised at how well you can read him. 

“It… still feels weird not being at rehearsal.” he says, thinking out loud. You nod in silent understanding of everything left unsaid. You chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, post show depression will really kick your ass.” He laughs, feeling called out at your words. 

“Yeah…” he agrees. When Nini dumped him, he felt like there was a sinkhole in his chest. Then after that, when she left, when she just walked out on him and his dad, he felt like he was going to cave in. Then he met you. You didn’t make him stop missing her or Nini, but you gave him something to lean on. You helped him realize he had something else to think about - the show. Now he doesn’t think about Nini nearly as much as he used to; that wound is starting to heal. As for the other thing, long as he doesn’t let himself think about her or Todd, as long as he keeps moving, he’s sort of okay. 

But now he’s feeling a new kind of emptiness. He doesn’t like goodbyes, he never has, so even though he knew closing night would be hard, he didn’t expect it to hurt this much. He didn’t expect himself to grow so familiar with the soundtrack and the script, running lines and remembering blocking. He didn’t expect to miss being called Troy so much. 

“I didn’t ever expect to love theatre, or love you, as much as I do,” he muses. You glance down, face flushed from his words. He gives you butterflies so effortlessly, it’s really amazing. 

“I love you too,” you smile, taking another sip of your drink. He giggles - actually giggles - at your words. 

“So,” you continue, “you liked it? Doing the show, I mean. I know there were some ups and downs but-” 

“I loved it.”

He smiles, and you both laugh, light and bubbling over your shared adoration of each other and the experiences you just shared. 

"I really, really loved it." He breathes, distracted for a moment as he remembers it all. "I just… I didn't expect to be so sad after?" 

You spin a little in your seat, taking another sip as you listen. 

"Like, I spent so much time learning how to become Troy, learning all the lines and blocking and choreo and now I'm never going to get to do that again."

"Yeah," you agree, looking down. "I mean, that's the beauty of theatre; it's always fleeting, but there's always going to be another show."

You can see him soaking in your words, really letting them in. It doesn't mitigate his sadness, but you don't expect it to. You get up from where you’re spinning side to side on your desk chair and sit next to him on your bed, placing your coffee on the night table. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder. You don’t say anything, and you don’t need to. Your presence is more comforting than words could be. Maybe it’s the sweet smell of your peachy perfume, maybe it’s the way you’re so consistent in his life, but he’s reminded in a rush of the first night you spent together. Memories replay like flashbacks in his mind, and after a moment, he turns his head toward you. 

His face is so close to yours, and it’s obvious what he’s thinking from the bedroom eyes he’s giving you, flicking between yours and your lips. It happens so suddenly, your heart barely has time to pound before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss. Ricky needs a distraction from the ache in his chest. He needs something else to do, something else to think about, something else that makes him happy. He can’t think of something better to focus on than you. He deepens the kiss as you hold on to him tight, loving the way you always melt under his touch. You sigh against him, giggling as he works your lips open, slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

He climbs on top of you as his hands move down. He takes his time, feeling you up, obsessing over every part of you until he gets to your thighs. He gropes your pretty thighs that he wants so badly to put his face between, not missing the way you were squirming a moment ago, already needy for some friction. He slots himself between your legs as he presses kisses into your neck, adoring the pretty sighs and noises you let out. He squeezes your thighs in his hands, before pulling you flat on your back with him hovering on top of you. The sudden change in position makes your heart race, and you can feel your cunt getting hot and puffy with arousal. The expression on your face makes it so worth it, he thinks, watching it grow even more flustered as he moves down. He pulls off your shirt and presses kisses between your tits. He plays with them, squeezing and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples in little circles. No matter how many times he sees them, it always feels like the first time, when all he could say was Wow. Oh my god. Wow. You let out a choked noise at the feeling, one he reciprocates, moaning into the soft flesh he has in his mouth.

“Fuck, Ricky…” you breathe, watching him closely as he moves down, trailing kisses along your stomach, squeezing your waist and hips, finally tugging off your bottoms. He trails his fingers over your panties for a moment, taking in how pretty they look on you, how much he loves to see that little wet spot growing bigger and bigger. He throbs as he takes them off, and you watch with wide eyes as he opens your legs a bit more. 

“There we go,” he says softly, and your pussy pulses in anticipation of his touch. He spreads you open, taking a moment to take in how pretty your pussy is, how nice you look all spread open for him like this. It’s a shorter moment than he would have liked, he just can’t resist you, he can’t wait to press soft kisses to your heat, to flick his tongue over your clit, to make you feel good. He won’t wait any longer, doing just that, listening to every noise that escapes your pretty lips like a breathtaking song. He traces a finger around your dripping hole, fluttering and desperate for contact. 

As he works his first finger in, he can't help but feel like he's home. You're so tight around just one finger, he wonders how you're always able to take all of him. The thought makes his stomach flutter with anticipation. He pumps his finger in and out gently, feeling you get wetter around him as you get used to the sensation. He continues licking and sucking on your clit, pulsing in his mouth, as he does. You taste amazing, and he wants more and more. 

"Fuck, Ricky…" you sigh, and it's like music to his ears. He pushes his second finger in, and moans against your clit as he feels your tight walls stretch and relax to accommodate him. You let out a sharp gasp, throbbing erratically against his tongue. He scissors his fingers, breath hitching as you stretch around him. 

“Oh my god,” you choke out in a breathy sigh, “Ricky…” 

He loses all his progress as you clamp around him, bucking into his mouth as you cum around his fingers. He pauses for a moment, dizzy from the sensation, that he did that to you, made you feel that good. You tug on his hair, and before you can even ask, he knows. You want more of him, want him inside you. He climbs up on top of you. You tear his clothes off, throwing them on the floor, not wanting to waste a moment. His cock throbs, almost painfully hard, and he can’t wait any longer. He needs to be inside you more than anything. He lets out a jagged sigh, pumping his cock in anticipation. He’s so ready, more ready than he’s ever been to be welcomed back into your wet, hot, tight embrace. 

He finally begins to nudge his cock inside you. He chokes at how easily it goes in, how you seem to pull him deeper and deeper inside you. You’re ready for him, even more so than usual from how hard he made you cum a few minutes before. He can feel you suck him up inside you, gripping and squeezing him just right. Each time you let him inside, each time you let him stretch out your perfect, dripping cunt, it always feels unimaginably better than the last. Every single time, he thinks that this, you, have to be the best he’ll ever have. And every single time, he’s right. You feel so good, so indescribably good, a part of him wants to cum right on the spot. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He chokes out, voice breathy. And he means it. God, does he mean it. He says it right as he pushes his cock inside you, filling you up in the most delicious way, knocking the breath out of your lungs in tandem. You try to say it back, you want to say it back, but his tongue is already shoved down your throat as he covers your mouth with deeper and deeper kisses. He’s insatiable, not ever getting as much of you as he needs to satisfy what he’s craving. 

He starts moving, unable to wait, unable to stop himself from pistoning his cock as deep inside you as he can get it. He drags his cock against your gummy walls, the friction already making you both dizzy. He keeps going, rutting his hips into yours, moaning into your mouth. He cages you in with his arms, resting his hands on your cheeks as he gazes into your eyes. He’s so in love with you, so fucking in love with you. You’re… his world. You’re his everything. Everything he does revolves around you; he’s not the main character in his story, you are. 

He would move mountains for you, overcome anything, travel any distance just for you, to be in your arms. He loves you so much it almost hurts, and he knows he’s never felt more relief than he did on opening night, when he finally, finally told you everything he feels for you. He was so sick of biting it back, of worrying about timing, if you would say it back, if he could even say it at all. He can’t remember ever being happier than he was when he finally said fuck it, and spilled his guts to you. Right here, right now, he can feel the little bulge he’s making in your tummy. He can feel where your bodies are touching and squishing together, and he can feel you wrap your legs around him to pull him even closer. He didn’t think he could be any more crazy over you than he already is, but all of this, all of you is driving him to even higher heights than he could imagine. 

It’s overwhelming, and he moans, long and low into your mouth. There’s no other way to express what you make him feel than through his beautiful moans, like music to your ears, or telling you that he loves you every chance he gets, with his last breath he’ll be telling you again and again. He presses kisses to your cheek, moving down to your neck, taking in your sweet scent. God, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anyone this badly. He doesn’t think he’s wanted anyone or anything as much as he wants you. He’s so attracted to you, drawn to you in an almost primal way that leaves him rutting his hips into yours, grinding into your clit to get as close as possible, moaning shamelessly into your neck. It sends jolts of electricity through you, lighting you up like a powergrid. 

His breath hits your skin in steady, warm puffs. He lets out another moan as you scratch your nails down his back. Your hand tangles in his hair and tugs it just right, making him throb inside you. He knows in this moment that no one can ever make him feel this good, no one else can do what you do to him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as he sucks bruises into your neck, leaving constellations of love bites across your perfect skin. Even though he’s holding you as tight as he can, drawing noises out of you that no one else has had the privilege of hearing, and it makes his head spin, he needs more. 

He finally pulls away from your neck, resting his forehead against yours. You lean up to kiss him, and even though he’s aching for you, he doesn't kiss you. Not quite yet. Instead, he looks into your eyes so deeply, so intensely, with such a burning hunger that you feel like you’re being fused together. He’s still panting, this time your warm breaths fan over each other’s faces as he really soaks in everything about you, how pretty you look in his arms like this - and fuck, you’re pretty. 

“I’m close, peach,” he pants, sending even more heat to your core, making you squeeze around him as he presses a burning kiss to your lips; one you accept eagerly.  

“‘M so close,” he says again between kisses, “Can- fuck- can you say it for me? Can you tell me? Please, peach, I need to hear it, need to hear you say it…” he rambles, drunk on you and p=-

You’re trying your best, but it would be a lot easier if everything he was saying and doing didn’t render you breathless and unable to do anything but moan and writhe beneath him. 

“I love you, Ricky,” you choke out, desperate and sincere. You finally connect your lips, only for him to moan into your mouth. It’s loud and shameless and has you teetering on the precipice. “Love you so much, so fucking much,” you continue to babble as he buries his face in your neck, moaning so much he almost can’t register what you’re saying. He’s glad you’re saying it anyway. 

He can barely register how close he is before he cums. It’s hard and sudden, and he’s barely able to hear your sweet words over the blood pounding in his ears. You let out a noise he thought only existed in porn, following closely behind him. Your legs shake around him as you grab him as tight as you can, desperate for something to hold onto. You squeeze him in a vice grip as you let out the most beautiful whines and moans, and it’s enough to make him dizzy. Just your noises alone are almost enough to make him hard again - which he probably would be, if you hadn’t just milked his cock completely dry. You stay like that for a moment, letting yourself be filled up with him, letting himself be squeezed tight by your throbbing walls. He can feel your heartbeat in your soft cunt, and he lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling. He mutters sweet nothings into your ear, rambling about every good thing he feels for you. He doesn’t think he could shut up if he tried - he usually can’t when it comes to you. He presses more and more kisses to your skin as you mutter sweet nothings back, rubbing your hand over the red marks you’d left on his back, playing with his hair. You take your time coming down from this, letting yourselves be right here and now, in each other’s arms. 

Eventually, he pulls out more reluctantly than he’s done anything. You manage to clean up enough to fall back into bed, into each other’s arms. In those few moments, you glance around at the several unfinished cleaning tasks you’d started earlier. You shrug them off, telling yourself you’ll finish them later. As you’re welcomed into Ricky’s warm embrace, you think this is way more fun than cleaning anyway. 

You settle into each other, getting comfortable as he holds you tight against his chest. You can feel the steady rise and fall of each other’s breathing, your heartbeats gradually slowing back down, the warmth pooling between you. In the quiet air surrounding you, you can feel the calm turn into a sort of melancholy. You trace your fingers over his skin as he takes solace in you. Everything about you is so comforting, he can’t deny that you’re what’s kept him as centered as he’s been able to be. 

“Where do we go from here?” he asks.

His voice is quiet, breaking ripples into the glassy silence surrounding you, but you can hear the emotion wavering through it. You’re quiet for a moment, considering. You’re not quite sure if he means him and you, him and his dad, or the next audition. It doesn’t matter, you realize, because you’ll have his back through all of it. And he’ll have yours. 

“I dunno,” you start gently, and he holds onto your words, cherishing them like heirlooms, “but I do know one thing. Miss Jenn is announcing the next show in a few days, on New Year’s Eve. So, we should probably start thinking about audition music.” 

Just the briefest mention of auditions has him smiling at the memories from a few months ago, bursting in late with his guitar. At the time, he had only ever expected to remember that audition as the day he won Nini back. He never could have predicted what a different, more significant weight that would hold for him now. The mention of New Year’s Eve brings something else to mind as well. 

“Ashlyn’s having a New Year’s party, right?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim softly, “I totally forgot about that��” 

Ricky traces his thumb over your cheek as you discuss carpools and if you should bring drinks or cupcakes. He never knew he could feel this way, this warm, just from listening to someone talk. He doesn’t know what happens next. He doesn’t know what’s going to change, but he thinks he can handle it if he has you. He’s so wrapped up in you, so invested in the quiet little conversation you’re now having about sheet music and party outfits that he doesn’t notice his phone buzzing in the pocket of his jeans, strewn across your floor. After a moment it lights up with a new notification. 

1 missed call from Dr. Robert (therapist)

1 new voicemail from Dr. Robert (therapist) 

[haneulseukai]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? (𝐏𝐓𝟐)

"Heyyyyy, aren't you the best brother ever?"

- carlos madrigal x gn!reader

- run run runaway baby, why are you running away from him after that night lol?

- 18+ please dni!

- warnings! Honestly just a lot of blushing, flushed and flustered

- this is part 2 of 'Can we stay in this moment?'

↳ Read part 1 here!

The thought of that dance you had with thee Carlos Madrigal haunted you the whole night. Still as excited and giddy when you got home and in bed, kicking the air under your bedsheets to the point a family member of yours had to tell you off. You went to sleep with a smile, your heart still running a few hundred miles per hour. When will the sun rise already?

The next day, you went out on an errand, still feeling as happy at the thought of accidentally bumping into the moon at broad daylight. As you were skipping around town, you spotted his figure casually walking around and his mind elsewhere. The apple in his hand was being thrown up and down while the other was tucked in his pocket. The hair that was covering one of his eyes bounces in rhythm with his steps.

At the mere sight of him your heart thumped and your body tensed before turning around to walk into a crowd to hide. It has occurred to you that you have no plans whatsoever if you were to confront him, which lead to you doing the next best thing, avoid him. There is no way you could talk to him without the memory of you two together seeping in your head and make you flustered.

Deep in thought, you weren’t paying attention on the street in front of you, resulting to you bumping into someone and made you lose your balance, falling down onto the granite street.

"Oops, sorry! I've been looking everywhere for you!" The boy lent his hand, his yellow ruana fluttered in front of you. A sigh of relief was let out before you accepted Camilo's hand, he lead you towards an alleyway where there was lesser people.

"You were looking for me?"

"Hm, yeah! Dios mio, im so sorry for not staying with you the whole night" there was guilt in his eyes and sincerity in his voice.

You smiled at him and shook your head "It's okay, I had a good time that night!" After all, if he did live up to his promise then the dance wouldn't had happened.

He placed the both of his hands on his waist "Ohhh really?" he grinned "Where did you go last night? After talking with my friend that night, i went looking for you. But you were nowhere to be found~" he raised and pointed his index finger at your face and drew circles in the air in a teasing manner. His grin growing larger at the slight opportunity to tease you.

Your lips pursed to think of a lie that can be told, the attempt was pointless as Camilo pointed out the reddening tints on your face.

"Woah, is- are you blushing?"

One look at Camilo's evil grin, you turned around and walked away from him.

"Hey hey, wait up tell me! What happend?" Camilo chuckled as he followed you from behind.

"Not a word from me, Camilo" you put up a hand in front of him and averted your attention back on the street.

He ran pass by and turned around to walk backwards and face you "Getting defensive, are we? What was it yn? Or rather WHO was it?" he crossed his arms and rubbed his chin to think.

"Dios mio-" you groaned, he will not let you off about this is he.

A few days went by and the teasing from Camilo had died down (sort of). Although, nothing has changed between you and Carlos, once spotting his infamous red ruana with it's lined and zigzagged pattern, you immediately stepped away to avoid getting spotted by him.

Of course there is one time where Carlos did try to find you in form of his brother but before he could say hi to you, Camilo had tackled him to the ground. Absolutely oblivious about his brother's intentions to talk with you. The fight wasn't serious thankfully as Carlos told Camilo that he wasn't planning to do anything bad. Why would he?

As days passed, Carlos grew more and more restless, he needs to approach you. He needs to tell you how he felt. Then one day, he decided that he was desperate enough to resort to a plan he had.

As everyone was getting ready to do their chores, Carlos exited his room and and went to Camilo's door. He knocked on the door gently and peeked inside.

"Oh Carlos, what are you doing here?" Camilo raised an eyebrow at his brother, he never once saw Carlos so nervous when he enters his room.

Carlos coughed and crossed his arms, leaning on the walls of the room "Heyyyy Camilo, aren't you the best hermano mayor I could ever have" he mentally gagged at whatever just came out of his mouth.

Camilo snickered "Pft- what? Are you ill?"

The younger rolled his eyes and immediately replaced his annoyed face with a smile "I just wanted to show my.... appreciation to you, that’s all" he swung his hand downwards as an expression to say 'nothing else just wanted to'.

"Okay, cut it, just tell me what do you want"

Carlos sighed "geez okay, fine. I was about to compliment you as well"

Camilo knitted his eyebrows and tilt his head in question "What did you want that made you so desperate?"

"Um pleasehelpmetalktoyn" he blurted out and glanced towards his brother.

It took Camilo a while to arrange the words but he managed "why? Just, talk to them" he questioned before a thought struck him which made him snapped his head towards Carlos with his eyes widened "Wait unless you mean you want me to help you conf-"

"No! Yes- i mean maybe- just, help me talk to them. They have been avoiding me and I'm scared that I crossed the line that night"

Camilo's ears perked up hearing the word 'that night' "you were with yn that night? What happened" the same grinned he had when he asked where you went that day appeared. It's not everyday he gets to tease his brother.

"No" Carlos replied as he opened the door.

"Ayaya, wait!" Camilo ushered himself out of the room to chase down Carlos.

"I'm being such an idiot" you groaned, hugging your knees to your chest. The wind was softly making your hair flutter, the sight of playing children and working adults calming you down. It doesn’t stop you from looking around your surroundings for the familiar red ruana, flinching every time you saw similar ones.

“Yn!” you turned your head towards the voice and the sound of footsteps getting closer to you. “Man, why is it so hard to look for you nowdays?” the boy in yellow asked, panting with hands on his knees as he huffed out heavy breathes from running.

You rest your chin on your palm and tilted your head a little “why have you been looking for me? Actually, why were you running? I’m not going to run anywhere” ‘not from you at least’

“I need your help! No questions, just trust me, it’s important” he shoved a hand in front of you.

You hesitantly grabbed his hand “Um okay, Camilo wait-” when he said no questions asked, he meant say nothing at all and immediately dragged you towards, what looks like his house.

Once reaching the casita, you expected Camilo to open the door to some sort of chaotic scenery that you needed to help him with, instead he went around the casita and lead you to the back of his house. He didn’t say anything when walking through a path you very well knew.

“Wait how did you-” “Nada questions, yn” you never told Camilo about the hideout - yet, you were originally planning to tell Camilo about it if you two ever got together, oh how the plan will never happen - although, now that you think about it, is he perhaps...?

“We’re here!” Camilo exclaimed which pulled you out of your trance, the place was just how you left it. The memory of that night made it’s way to the surface and you flushed at the thought. Shaking the thought, you looked at Camilo “There’s nothing going on here that I could help, did you need anything?”

He released your hand and stepped back, a hand scratching the back of his neck “Uhhh, stay here, I’ll- I will this time, be right back” he turned on his heel and ran away. You were left confused and dazed at his behaviour.

You shrugged at his actions and walked closer to the well known tree that now held a memory that made you flustered. Whilst looking down at the tree you felt heat creeping up your cheeks, making you turned away. “That memory has a grip on me, for goodness sake” you whispered to yourself and lightly slapped your cheek to get the thought out of your head.

“What memory mi vida?” a light thump on the grass can be heard as you turned around to see Carlos jumping off from the tree branch. The sunlight peeking through the gaps of the forest’s leaves, making his features more vibrant and clear for you to see. A smile plastered on his mouth as one of his hand fiddled with the ends of his ruana -a small indication that he was nervous- and the other on his hip. 

You stumbled backwards in shocked "Um Carlos..?" the soles of your feet already getting ready to run "I- um- do you-"

"Are you going to run away again yn?" he stepped closer to you, biting the inside of his cheek "Did I go overboard that night?"

Immediately, you soften at the sight of his worried state "You didn't, I enjoyed myself that night" you smiled at him with reassurance. A sigh of relief escaped Carlos' mouth and after a while of silence you opened your mouth "so uh, do you need help or I'll just be on my way?"

"Do you still like Camilo?" he played with his fingers, his eyes refusing to meet yours. He felt uncertain of your feelings, what if you still like his brother and all of this is a waste? He would never say how nervous he was of course but he couldn't help wonder, he wasn't familiar with the romance field. He just wanted to fuck around and mess with people. Confessing is whole other story, for now he just had to confess in his own way.

The question surprised you of course, leaving you flushed, of course you don't, not anymore. As you were struggling to push your thoughts out of your mouth, the boy was getting anxious "This is a mistake, I'm sorry-"

"Wait I-" you groaned, trying hard to gather your words "I don't like Camilo, not anymore not after we..." heat made its way to your face, stopping you from continuing. Can't believe a memory from a few days ago still makes you feel fuzzy inside.

"After we what cariña/o?" The spitting image of his confidence came back when he noticed your flushed cheeks, stepping closer to you, smirking.

You glared at him, putting a hand up in between you and him "weren't you nervous just a second ago?"

"Absolutely no idea what you're talking about" he gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back until you could feel a tree trunk touching you, your head looking up towards him. "Do you like anyone right now?"

"Why are you asking?" you snickered at his question, his sudden confidence made you felt competitive.

He settled a hand on the tree behind you to lean closer, your noses just an inch away "Because I like someone"

You bit the inside of your lip, holding back the smile twitching the corner of your mouth "I do, i do like someone actually"

"Is it me?"

"and what if it is?"

"Then can i..." his eyes flickered between your lips and your soft gaze on him. Heat surfaced your complexion as you nodded and closed your eyes.

His lips were warm and soft sending tingles down your spine, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist as you moved your hands to run through his curly hair, making the kiss deepened.

Eventually the both of you ran out of breath and pulled away, his face bursting with colours just as red as yours. One slight moment of eye contact with him made you hid your face into his shoulder, embarrassed.

He chuckled at your reaction, his smile had never been so wide "getting embarrassed are you, amor?" he stroked your hair.

"That was my first" you murmured into his ruana before pulling away to look at him.

"That was your what?" he raised an eyebrow in question as he stared at you.

"My first kiss, was it not yours too?"

"It- it was"

Silence filled the air as the both of you got lost into each other's eyes before bursting out a laughing mess in one another's arms. Comfortable with the warmth both parties provided.

You hugged him tightly and muttered "te quiero Carlos" a dopey grin plastered on your face.

He returned the embrace and melted "te quiero más, yn" you made the moon feel safe.

They will be just fine..

Bonus!

A plan written by the twins themselves! so that Carlos (AND ME) could clearly sort out what they were going to do to get the two of you together!

Just in case, bold is camilo and carlos is italic!

Would you guys believe me if I told you that this is my first time writing a confession scene. I had to search how to confess on wikihow but I never used any of the steps here LMAO.

I was and always will be a mainly angst writer, most of my fics before this were just the love interest dying either before they dated or they already dated in the fic. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoyed part 2! I would say carlos was ooc near the end but like I said, he's not canon🧍

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Fixer Upper

Carlos Madrigal x gn!reader

Inspired by Frozen’s fixer upper lol (here is the link)

Sing along.. its more fun that way!

“OH MY GOD!” Mirabel’s voice screeched out throughout the house. The whole madrigal grandkids heard this and at once, all of them ran towards Mirabel’s room. Luisa kicked down the door, Isabella summoned some vines from the floor and Antonio called some animals into the room. Dolores and Camilo grabbed the nearest thing they could find and held up to their faces. However, when they entered, there was no intruder or danger, just a very flustered Y/n on the bed and Mirabel laughing on the floor. Mirabel heaved a sigh as she stood up from the floor.

“Guys, it's the 5th time this week and it's only Wednesday. I told you I am fine now. Nothing is hurting me anymore,” Mirabel assured them. The grandkids relaxed and asked what the commotion was about. Mirabel was about to answer when Y/n interrupted her, saying that it was nothing. Mirabel stifled a laugh but she blurted the truth anyway.

“Y/n has a crush on Carlos!” She said, giggling. Y/n’s eyes widened and looked around. Thankfully, Carlos was nowhere to be found. They smiled sheepishly as they examined the grandkids' shocked faces. They couldn't believe someone as sweet as Y/n would fall in love with the menace. All of them started asking them questions at the same time.

“Why him?”

“You could have chosen someone else”

“My brother? Seriously?”

“I know, I know, I don't know why I like him either. Besides I don't think he likes me anyway,” Y/n stammered while fidgeting with their shirt. Hearing this, the grandkids all stopped talking at once.

Isabela: “What's the issue dear? Why are you holding back on such a man? Is it the clumpy way he walks?”

Luisa: “Or the grumpy way he talks?”

Camilo: “Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?”

Mirabel: “And though we know he washes well, he always ends up sort of smelly”

Dolores : “But you'll never meet a fellow who's as sensitive and sweet!”

Madrigal Fam: “So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, so he's got a few flaws”

Camilo: “Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer”

Luisa: “That's a little outside of nature's laws!”

Madrigal Fam: “So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but this we're certain of”

Madrigal Fam: “You can fix this fixer-upper with a little bit of love!”

Y/n: “Can we please stop talking about this?”

Isabela: “Nope! So, tell me dear, is it the way that he runs scared,”

Dolores: “or that he's socially impaired?”

Antonio: “Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods?” (Ew!)

Camilo: “Are you holding back your fondness due to his unmanly blondeness?”

Mirabel: “Or the way he covers up that he's the honest goods?”

 Madrigal Fam: 

“He's just a bit of a fixer-upper, he's got a couple of bugs”

“His isolation is confirmation of his desperation for human hugs”

“So he's a bit of a fixer-upper, but we know what to do!”

“The way to fix this fixer-upper is to fix him up with you!”

Unbeknownst to the madrigal family, Carlos was at your family bakery shop. Coincidentally, he too was talking about you.

“Yeah…about Y/n, I think Jose wants to ask them out,” Carlos muttered as he looked at Y/n’s family.

Father: “So they’re a bit of a fixer-upper,”

Older Bro #1: “That's a minor thing.”

Older Bro #2: “Their quote ‘friendship' is a flex arrangement.”

Younger sister: “And by the way I don't see no ring!”

Father: “So they’re a bit of a fixer-upper,”

Older Bro #1: “Their brain's a bit betwixt.”

Older Bro #2: “Get the man, Jose, out of the way and”

“The whole thing will be fixed!”

Carlos looked at the male family members dumbfoundedly. He can’t get Jose out of the picture without upsetting anyone. He sighed, there was no way he could make Y/n fall for a person like him. Just on cue, Y/n’s mother came in and gently pulled him away from the men and kitchen. She sat him down and gave him some pastries she just baked.

Mrs L/n: 

“We're not saying' you can change them,

'Cause people don't really change.

We're only saying that love's a force

That's powerful and strange.

People make bad choices if they're mad,

Or scared, or stressed.

Throw a little love their way”

As she said this, she retrieved a box of chocolates from the refrigerator and a bouquet of flowers for Carlos that he hadn't even noticed was there. With a gentle nod, she gave it to him. The flowers and chocolates were Y/n's favorite gifts, Carlos realized. Perhaps this is the mother's way of letting him know he has her blessings. As he sat up straight on his chair, he felt a bit more confident.

Y/n’s family: “Throw a little love their way!”

Madrigal grandkids: “And you'll bring out their best!”

Both Families:

“True love brings out their best!

Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper,

That's what it's all about!

We need each other to raise

Us up and round us out.

Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper,

But when push comes to shove.”

“The only fixer-upper fixer

That can fix up a fixer-upper is”

True! true!

True, true, true!

Love (True love)

Love, love, love, love, love

Love! (True love!)

True…

As the whole town joined in singing, both sides of the families quickly dressed them up and pushed them out the door and led them to the heart of the town; the fountain. Then Y/N hit somebody square in the chest. When they looked up, they noticed it was Carlos whose face was as red as his ruana. Both of them shyly looked away and there was an awkward silence between the teenagers.

“Listen Y/n. I know I’m not good-looking or the sweetest guy you’ve met. Look, I don’t wanna be a jerk. I know Jose is making moves on you but I'd be pissed at myself if I didn’t say this,” Carlos said. He calmed himself before continuing his confession. “I kinda wish something could happen between us. Romantic-styles. So I was wondering if you wanna go out with me?”

Y/n’s brain stopped working. They didn't know what to do so they dumbly nodded. Carlos' face lit up and he picked them up in his arms. After Y/n had a chance to process what had happened, they also broke into a smile. After Carlos set them down, he was embraced by his family and friends. He was so engrossed in his confession that he forgot that the whole town was watching him. The people congratulated him. Carlos was a little nervous, but felt someone's hand around him. Y/n grinned back at him when he looked over. Perhaps, the only way to fix a fixer upper is…

Love! 

[bwoahtastic]

Okay what about girl Charles sexting with Carlos, while he is on a golf date with Lando? Sending him pic of her being spread on the bed, flushed and looking so fucked. Her tits on display.

Oh plss!

Lando defo knows what's going on cos it's the only thing that makes Carlos flustered lol. And carlos is just staring at the picture of beautiful Charles, tits openly in view and one hand clearly between her legs outside of th3 frame and her mouth open in a moan👁👁

Pls golfpants are tight snf don't hide the hard on Carlos gets lmaoooo!

[miyuwuki]

When they get flustered/shy because of mc, hq with: Kazuya, Eijun, Ryousuke and you can add any daiay boy of your choice <3

will be adding narumiya mei and todoroki raichi <3

miyuki kazuya x reader, sawamura eijun x reader, kominato ryousuke x reader, narumiya mei x reader, todoroki raichi x reader

shy shy shy

miyuki kazuya:

he barely gets flustered. he’s always the one that makes you flustered

but you know what gets him worked up

genuine compliments

he knows he’s good at baseball. he knows he looks good

but if you told him you appreciated him or tell him you’re thankful for him

he can’t hide the redness of his cheeks

one day he snuck into your dorm to cuddle you up in the middle of the night

and slowly caressed your hair, twisting and twirling it in between his fingers

and before you slept you were like “you’re so stupid kazuya..”

“but i’m so thankful for you.”

then he hugged your head closer to him because he got shy and mumbled a “who else is gonna watch over you, dummy..”

you didn’t see him but you know he was embarrassed and decided to use it against him the next time he messes with you <3

sawamura eijun:

even though his ego is fat

once he hears you cheer for him from the bleachers during his games, it’s over

you know that facial expression he has with the super round blush marks and his eyes are like 0.0 that

kanemaru is just like “OI, FOCUS. YOU DON’T WANNA EMBARRASS YOURSELF IN FRONT OF Y/N DO YOU”

kuramochi just laughs

before he pitches he looks at you

“THIS IS FOR YOU, Y/N!!”

honestly pitches his best

after the game he’s still flustered and you walk up to him chuckling

“you did so good!”

“HAHA O-OF COURSE! IF IT WEREN’T FOR MY GIRLFRIEND CHEERING FOR ME I WOULD HAVE PLAYED SUPER BAD!”

won’t get over it and brags to the other team members

kominato ryousuke:

like miyuki, it’s hard to get him worked up

he’s always the one making you worked up (sadistic nature tbh)

but what makes him shy are your little acts of affection

kissing his cheek, burying your face in his chest

especially kissing his hands

he will play it cool with everything else but these moments just makes him melt

likes to move on from it very fast before you can even think about teasing him for it

one day you were reading a book while he was practicing his batting

and when he was done he was going to walk you to your dorm

you noticed the callouses on his hands and were like wow he works so hard

so you kissed the hard parts of his hands telling him “you worked hard today” in a soft mumble

the blush didn’t appear on his cheeks but you noticed the redness in his ears

you giggled at him, “shy now, are we?”

he just grabs your hand and says “it’s getting late” but inside he’s just so happy

slept much later that night because he couldn’t stop thinking about it

narumiya mei:

he gets flustered when you do the little things for him

making him food, doing his skin care, making sure he’s been studying enough

his whole life is centred around baseball that he often forgets to take care of himself, so having someone do it for him makes his world pour down on everything

at one point you carefully observed your boyfriend’s routine and saw that he always had bread for lunch

which wasn’t enough especially when he’s consistently being active

so you made him lunch

and boy was he red like a cherry

carlos couldn’t help but laugh because he’s never seen narumiya like that

“what’s this? getting all shy and shit?” carlos chortled

“shut up, carlos. i’m not shy” narumiya said and furrowed his eyebrows

you laugh and give the bento to him, kissing his cheek. “that’s what you get for not eating enough”

before you guys part ways for class, he gives you a swift peck and whispers a thank you in your ear

“i owe you,” he adds and leaves

carlos is just teasing him still LOL

todoroki raichi:

we all know outside of baseball, our baby raichi is shy as fuck

introverted and quiet (it’s so funny)

it’s easy to get him flustered

a kiss on the cheek? holding hands? saying i love you?

he’s a stuttering mess

“y-y-y/n, i l-like holding hands with y-you”

you just laugh because how is he the same man on the field

will literally be the happiest man on earth

the thing that makes him the most flustered is when you share food with him

he’ll point at himself with his face red as a tomato “f-for me?”

you nod and your give him a pocky stick

his eyes glimmer at it and from then on he shyly shares his food with you too and his teammates are like

“NO WAY”

very wholesome

I CANT GET OVER HOW FLUFFY THIS IS LOL

one more draft guys!

[samsrowena]

missed the ep live so instead of liveblogging it as i watch now, i'ma just condense my thoughts into one post:

john's obsessive nature is setting in, ooooh

the hunter's funeral hit SO hard. partly because we know how things end for john and mary, partly because the last one we saw in canon was [REDACTED] :/

carlos being all nervous and flustered is TOO cute

they're all so shocked that a hunter killed another hunter, they'd be horrified to see how the modern day ones behave

handprint on the barn door.......

screaming @ "tall dark and angry"

interesting how mary tries the patented "you can fight this" thing on john when he's possessed but it doesn't work

i love lata so much

ah and there's what everyone was freaking out about lol to be fair "morning sunshine" IS a common phrase. but i wouldn't put it past them to have done that on purpose either!

need to see what dean's reaction would be to the idea of his father MEDITATING