#cassiopeia cecilia black

[cedricamosdickory]

ced is a bisexual king.

[cedricamosdickory]

Like father like daughter 🥰

Regulus: *feels an emotion*

Regulus: Who in the fuck authorised this

[calswildflcwer]

Secret Admirer ! ~ Part Three

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader.

Warnings : Nothing, just pure fluff, kissing scene.

Plot : You and Camilo are best friends. Lately, you have been finding love notes attached your front door or delivered to your house with a bouquet of flowers. You had no idea who the love notes are from but it’s always so exciting to you so you always find yourself running happily to tell Camilo whenever you get a new one. One day, you do however find out who’s sending you the love notes and it comes as a huge shock to you and is something you weren’t expecting at all.

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

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

Info : Just a little miniseries for our best boy, Cami!

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @sweetaeyoung, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @soumya-13, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @froggydobegaytho, @iwannabecamiloshovel, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @n3r0-1417, @baileeblanc.

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“HERMANA, YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE OF THE THOSE DUMB LOVE NOTES!” Your brother yelled from downstairs.

You quickly slid off your bed and sprinted down the stairs, snatching the piece of paper from his hands and sprinting back upstairs away from him to read it in peace.

You sat on your bed and unfolded the note, your fingers curled around the paper, your eyes skimmed across the words on it before you stuffed it into the pocket of your dress and took off running as fast as you could. You flung your front door open and sprinted across town, almost bumping into Cecilia on your way. “(Name), are you looking for Camilo?” She asked.

“Yes! Have you seen him niña?” You asked.

“Si, he’s… Uhhh…” She began, looking around before pointing to Juancho. “That’s him there!” She told you.

You furrowed your brows slightly before seeing another Juancho appear holding a coffee cup; the real Juancho.

You approached them, the first Juancho saw you and span around; turning into Camilo. “CAMI! I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU!” You screamed excitedly, grabbing his hand and dragging him across the village.

“What? What is it?” He asked, worry taking over his features.

“HE WANTS TO MEET ME!” You yelled out, shoving the note into the boys hand.

His eyes widened slightly as he turned the note over and read the words on the other side; If you want to find out who I am, meet me by the fountain at seven o’clock. Hope to see you there, hermosa x

A smile formed on Camilo’s face, “That’s incredible, mi vida! I’m so happy for you!” He said happily as he threw an arm around your shoulders. “Now let’s get you to mi prima so you can decide what you’re gonna wear.” He grinned.

You turned your head to him, “Uh, this?” You shrugged.

He eyed you, looking up and down at the pastel orange dress you were wearing, “No. No offence, mi vida, but you can’t show up to meet the person who could potentially be your soulmate looking like that. No, Mira will have a pretty dress you can borrow.” He grinned at you sheepishly.

You cocked a brow, staring at the slightly taller boy before slapping him playfully, he roared out a laugh before shaking his head. “I’m joking. You look great, but maybe fix your hair a little before you go, there’s some strands out of place now and chances are, once your chores are over, it’ll be even more haphazard.” He told you.

Your eyes widened, “SHOOT! THE CHORES! I HAVE TO GO!” You said, planting a soft kiss to his cheek before sprinting away.

Camilo stood frozen momentarily, watching you run away, his hand came up to his cheek and he placed his palm against the spot your lips were on just seconds prior. His cheeks were flushing a brighter shade of red than the skirt of his hermana’s dress. “Ay, mi vida, you really do have a hold on me.” He whispered to himself before turning on his heel and heading back towards the kids.

The day passed quickly, your chores seemed easier today, either that or you just got them done quicker because of your excitement.

Your father handed you the final crate, your final delivery. You glanced into the crate, a small piece of paper catching your eyes, you placed the crate down and quickly picked up the paper and scanned it. You carefully unfolded the note before reading the words therein; Hola hermosa, see you soon. Wear something pretty, I can’t wait to see you x.

“Papá?” You began.

The older man turned his head and sent a warm smile your way, “Yes, mi vida?” He asked you.

“Did you see anybody put this note in the crate?” You asked.

“No, I didn’t see anybody, cariño.” A confused look crossed his features.

“Okay. No worries, papá.” You sent a smile his way before picking up the crate and heading to the address.

You knocked on the door, it was pulled open and a smiling Señor Hernandez answered, “Hola, señor. Delivery.” You grinned at him.

“You seem happier today, señorita.” He said as he took the crate from your hands.

“I… Uh… I’ve got a date. It’s actually my first one.” You grinned at the older man.

A soft smile graced his face, “Ay, I remember my first date. It seems like so long ago now.” He told you.

“What was it like? Did it work out?” You asked, folding your hands in front of you politely as you sent a warm smile the man’s way.

“It was beautiful. It was heavenly. It felt like there was nobody else in the world except me and my beloved.” He told you, a distant look in his eyes as he reminisced back to his first date.

“What happened?” You asked.

He sent a soft smile your way once again, “We got wed. We became husband and wife and have been together for thirty years now.” He let you know. “I wish you the best, señorita, and I pray that the lucky guy ends up being your soulmate, just like my wife ended up being mine.” He told you.

You smiled at the elder, “Gracias, señor Hernandez.” You said, “And, uh, thank you for the story. That was really heartwarming.” You let him know.

He nodded, “Thank you for reminding me how it all started, señorita. Thank you for letting me reminisce.” He told you. You nodded, a lopsided grin spread across your features, “You best head off, though. Your papá will be wanting to close his stall soon.” He told you.

You nodded, your eyes widening slightly, “Ay! You’re right.” You replied before saluting to him, “Adios.” You said before spinning on your heel and walking away.

You sprinted back to your fathers stall and skidded to a halt, stopping yourself from colliding into your brothers back just in time.

“Seriously, what’s her problem, papá? Like can’t she see that this little secret admirer is clearly embarrassed by her? Why else wouldn’t he come out in public and let her know how he feels?” Your brother said, neither he nor your father had noticed that you were there.

“Haven’t I told you to stop slandering tu hermana pequeña?” You could hear the annoyance slowly building up in your fathers voice. “And maybe her admirador secreto isn’t embarrassed of her, maybe he thinks she won’t feel the same way? Your little sister is a beautiful young girl and she doesn’t deserve to be hated by her own brother! You’re supposed to be the person who looks out for her IF she does get hurt, not the person who hurts her.” You father told him.

“Come on, pops. How long are you and mamá gonna keep playing her games? This is clearly somebody messing with her.” Your brother said as if it was a statement.

You folded your arms over your chest, cocking a brow and clearing your throat, causing both of them to turn their heads in your direction. “Ay, mi vida, you’re back!” Your father grinned.

“Have been for a while.” You spoke before glaring at your brother. “I won’t make it home for dinner tonight, papá.” You began, your eyes flickering to meet your fathers.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I’m finally meeting this secret admirer.” You said, causing your brother to choke on whatever it was that he was eating.

“What?! You’re meeting him! Finally! Honey, that’s great. I’ll let your mamá know.” Your father grinned at you, ignoring your brothers coughing fit.

“Yeah, listen, I’m gonna head to casita and see if Mirabel has a dress I can steal.” You smiled.

Your father pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, “Be home before eleven, mi vida.” He told you.

You nodded, “I will.” You smiled before sprinting towards casita.

The doors flew open as you sprinted towards it, you skidded to a halt in the foyer; contemplating whether you should call out for Mirabel, but you decided against it given that you didn’t know if Dolores was home or not. You glanced around, “Casita, is Mirabel here?” You asked. The shutters shook slightly, answering your question, “Thank you, casa!” You grinned before sprinting up the stairs.

You ran towards the nursery and burst the door open, “MIRABEL! I NEED A DRE-” You cut your demand off when you saw Isabela in the room, it seemed like they were talking in hushed whispered before you had rudely barged in.

“Camilo told us you had a date!” Mirabel grinned at you.

“Y-yeah, I do. What’s going on here? Am I interrupting something?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“No, no, we were just discussing how we should do your hair.” Isabela dismissed your question quickly as she grabbed your hand and yanked you into the room, “Mira, find out your prettiest dress whilst I get to work on this… Uh… Disheveled birds nest.” She mumbled, glancing at your hair.

You gave the older girl an offended glare but she simply turned your head back towards the mirror as she quickly got to work, “So, Cami tells us that your date is a secret admirer that’s been sending you love notes for about a month?” Isabela questioned.

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded, slightly but winced when she pulled your head back harshly as she tugged a hairbrush through the small knots in your hair.

“Are you nervous?” She asked, seeing you clasp and unclasp your hands in a nervous manner.

“Kind of. What if…” You winced again as she worked on a stubborn knot, “What if he’s not what I’m expecting? What if he’s not really as sweet as the little love notes make him out to be?” You asked.

Isabela’s eyes were casted down as she focused on your hair, “He wouldn’t write the things in those notes if he didn’t mean them, amiga.” She told you, as she began to brush your hair upwards from underneath, collecting it all in her dainty fingers.

“Whoever this guy is, Camilo told us that he seems hooked.” Mirabel called from behind the door of her wardrobe as she threw dress after dress out, deeming them not good enough.

A smile graced your features as you stared in the mirror, watching Isabela’s eyes furrow in concentration as she continued working on your hair, quickly pulling it into a neat updo. She then clicked her fingers, making a small crown of yellow roses weave itself through your hair, you couldn’t help but be a little suspicious when you saw the colour but decided not the question it as a grunt sounded from Mirabel. She yanked a dress from a hanger in her closet and held it up, it was a pastel shade of yellow and had small yellow roses sewn into the bottom of it. It was similar to that of Pepa’s, “I made this years ago but nobody’s ever been gifted it before, now it is your gift.” She told you, holding it out to you. “Quick, quick, go change!” She told you, shooing you towards the divider in her room.

You stood behind it and quickly changed into the dress, being careful not to mess up your hairstyle that Isabela had work so tirelessly on.

You stepped out from behind the divider and stared at the two girls, “D-do I look okay?” You asked, worriedly.

The dress reached to just below your knee, it wasn’t as long as some of the dresses that the other villagers wore but also wasn’t as short as some others - cough, Destiny’s, cough - you stared at the girls, awaiting their reaction.

Isabela stared you up and down, “You look gorgeous, (name), but just one more tiny thing.” She began as she stepped towards you.

You frowned slightly as she made another yellow rose appear, just a single yellow rose, she placed it behind your ear, pushing a loose strand of hair along with it before grabbing your hand and making a yellow rose corset appear around your wrist, she nodded, a soft smile on her lips, “Now, you look perfect.” She told you, spinning you around and grabbing your shoulders and pushing you towards the door. “Go and get your man!” She grinned as you left the house.

You took a deep breath, smoothing down your dress as you headed towards the fountain; trying your best to get rid of the thoughts that whirled around your mind.

You approached the fountain to see a figure standing with their back turned, you took another deep breath as you headed towards him, “Hola.” You smiled sweetly.

They turned to you with a grin, taking your breath away slightly as recognition hit you, “Camilo?” You asked, “W-what are you doing here?” You questioned.

“I-it’s me. I’m, uh, I’m the secret admirer.” He mumbled, sending a soft smile your way.

“It… It was you all along?” You asked.

Camilo’s smile faltered slightly, “I… Um, I understand if you don’t feel the same way and if it’s just too weird for you given that we’ve been best friends since we were in diapers but uh… Yeah, it’s me.” He mumbled, digging his hands into his pockets and producing a single yellow rose with a note attached to it.

You hesitantly took it from his hands and stared down at the note, your eyes scanning the handwriting that you had gotten so used to over the past month.

You read the note; For you, mi vida x.

You stared at it, taking a soft sniff from the flower before sending a soft smile Camilo’s way. He waved his hand over to what looked like a yellow checkered picnic blanket. A soft frown crossed your features as you stepped forward, sitting on the blanket beside him. “Did… Um, are you angry at me?” He asked you, nervously.

You thought for a second, “Angry? No. Surprised? A little.” You mumbled. You took a deep breath as you plucked a strawberry from a nearby basket, taking a small bite before swallowing, you span the strawberry in your hands before turning to Camilo, “I… Uh… I’ve actually had a crush on you ever since I was a little girl.” You chuckled, causing Camilo’s cheeks to flush red.

“Really?” He asked.

“Si. It was actually kind of embarrassing.” You laughed slightly. “I was obsessed with you. I would always follow you around and grip on to your ruana and just let you drag me through town as if I was a dog on a leash.” You chuckled.

Camilo smiled, “I remember that! Jeez, I couldn’t shake you.” He laughed.

You sighed, staring at him as a soft smile graced your features, “When we were eleven, I watched my papá and mamá showing each other so much love and I asked them how they knew and they sat me down to explain it.” You smiled, “Once they had explained it to me, I realised my feelings. I realised that it wasn’t just a silly little crush, that it was real. That I was in love with you.” You lifted your eyes, seeing his cheeks flush under the nearby streetlight.

A lopsided grin emanated from his features as he stared at you, “Did… Uh… Did those feelings ever go away?” He asked you.

You shook your head, “No. I, uh, I was in… No, I am in love with you, Camilo Madrigal.” You told him.

He sent a sweet smile your way, placing his hand against your cheek as he stared at you, “I’m in love with you too, (Name surname).” He let you know.

You smiled, leaning towards him slightly as he closed the gap between the both of you; planting a sweet, soft kiss against your lips. It was only a short one but it was the sweetest feeling you’d ever had. His lips tasted like coconut and seemed to have the sweet aroma of arepas, those two things did not go together but somehow that was what you smelt and tasted from the kiss.

Camilo grabbed an empanada and shoved it in your mouth, giggling slightly as you almost fell backwards.

Camilo soon produced a radio from the basket and turned it up before holding his hand out to you, “Dance with me, mi vida.” He grinned at your sitting form.

You nodded, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet as he instantly began waltzing around the fountain with you.

Your laughter became entwined in the air as you both threw your heads back laughing, Camilo twirled dramatically before dipping you slightly; pressing a quick, soft peck to your lips before pulling you back up.

The pair of you were laying on the blanket, staring up at the night sky as you huddled into his side, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, mi vida.” He told you.

A soft smile graced your features as your head rested against his chest, “Your hugs feel like coming home, amor. You are everything to me. I love you.” You whispered, relaxing in his arms as he placed his ruana over you gently, noticing you shiver slightly.

A warm smile graced the taller boys lips as he rubbed your arms slightly, hugging you close. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before replying to you;

“I love you too, mi vida.” He whispered before going back to watching the stars with you.

~ Holaaaaa! So, here’s the little finale. I’m sorry if it’s kind of an abrupt end, i honestly ran out of ideas and fluff really isn’t my strong point 😅 Let me know what y’all think though, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[somediyprojects]

Pixels to Stitches: Embroidering Astronomy Images

November 10, 2020 | Physics 13, 173 | Erika K. Carlson

Astronomers and artists recreate astronomical data with needle and thread.

While an emeritus professor at Harvard University in the 1970s, the astronomer Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin received an unusual request: Would she embroider an x-ray image of the supernova remnant Cassiopeia A? A practitioner of needlepoint embroidery as well as of stellar spectroscopy, she obliged. Now, decades later, many astronomy researchers and enthusiasts are translating pixels of screen light to pixels of colored thread, rendering astronomical data and images in cross stitch, another form of embroidery.

Why is cross stitching especially well-suited to recreating astronomy data? “Basically, it’s pixel art,” says Yvette Cendes, an astronomer at the Center for Astrophysics, Massachusetts, and an avid cross stitcher. Cross-stitched designs consist of row after row of x-shaped stitches in a specialized fabric that has a grid of tiny holes (needlepoint designs are similar, but the stitches are different, and a type of canvas is typically used as the base fabric). To create designs, cross stitchers normally follow a cross-stitch pattern—a diagram that dictates which color of thread to use for any given square of the grid. Since astronomers often go through a similar process in presenting their data in 2D grids of pixels, cross stitch is a natural needle-and-thread cousin of astronomy.

Cendes has recreated a variety of astronomical data through cross stitch, from a radio image of a star being torn apart by a black hole to the Arecibo message that was broadcast into space in 1974. She has even stitched a reproduction of a figure from one of her papers—a 37-panel behemoth depicting snapshots of the famous supernova SN1987A’s remains over a span of 25 years. She took great care in preserving the accuracy of the data she was stitching, including the color scale and coordinates. “It’s the same information,” Cendes says. “It’s just in cloth instead of on your screen.”

Like researchers fiddling with colors and axes on their plots, cross stitchers can control the look of their creations by adjusting several parameters. Thread colors offer an array of choices, of course, but changing the thickness of threads or the spacing of holes in the cloth can also affect how a piece looks.

“That’s kind of what we do in astronomy, if you think about it,” Cendes says. “We spend a lot of time trying to make the plot look pretty, right?”

Many other researchers have reproduced astronomical data in cross stitch. Mia de los Reyes, a graduate student in astronomy at Caltech, created a cross-stitch version of the supernova remnant x-ray image that Payne-Gaposchkin rendered in needlepoint decades ago. Adi Foord, an astrophysicist at Stanford University, converted the Event Horizon Telescope’s now-iconic black hole picture into a cross-stitch pattern, depicting the black hole’s photon ring with a blaze of red, orange, and yellow threads on black cloth.

When it comes to extremely detailed astronomical images, such as photos of Solar System planets taken with the Hubble Space Telescope, translating them into manageable cross-stitch patterns can be challenging. Clare Bray, a cross stitcher in the UK who designs and sells cross-stitch templates in her online shop, bases many of her products on real astronomical images. To make a pattern of a celestial object, she uses a specialized computer program that allows her to draw the image and fill in colors on a grid. She takes care to ensure that the stitched versions of astronomical observations have enough detail and complexity to be recognizable and attractive without requiring a daunting—and expensive—number of thread colors. “It’s quite a balancing act,” Bray says.

One of Bray’s recent designs featured nine different astronomical objects as varied as Jupiter, the Crab Nebula, and the Andromeda Galaxy—all based closely on real images. She wondered if the montage would seem too serious, she says, but the design has been far more popular than she anticipated. She thinks people appreciated the specificity of the depictions—that it didn’t include a generic drawing of a made-up galaxy, for example, but a faithful reproduction of an actual galaxy.

“I tend to be slightly literal when it comes to space,” Bray says. “I didn’t think there was much point in making things up, because there’s such great stuff out there anyway.”

Bray, who has a bachelor’s degree in physics, also wrote descriptions to go along with each of the featured objects in the design, including explanations of false color images and even some nuclear physics. Her customers range from cross-stitching research astronomers, including Cendes, to cross stitchers who know little about space but are drawn to the designs.

“You've really got the whole range, which has been really nice,” Bray says. “This is for everyone.”

Needlepoint embroidery by the astronomer Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin of the supernova remnant Cassiopeia A.

A series of cross-stitched panels by Yvette Cendes showing the time evolution of the supernova SN1987A, which was spotted in 1987 in a nearby galaxy.

A cross-stitched representation by Adi Foord (left) of the image taken by radio astronomers of the supermassive black hole at the center of the galaxy M87 (right).

A montage of astronomical images designed by Clare Bay and stitched by Angie Sanders.

[cedricamosdickory]

can men please just take a leaf out of cedric diggory’s book?

[cedricamosdickory]

Or 8-year-old Cassiopeia Black (an exact replica of her father), probably

Assert your dominance by calling your friends by their Social Security number.

8-year-old Regulus Black, probably

[calswildflcwer]

Tutor ! ~ Part Two

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader

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

Plot : You and Carlos have never been able to stand one another. You are a sweet, smart girl - you weren’t always that way but hush - and Carlos is constantly pranking or making fun at you, making you so angry that you almost bring your old self back up, but you always remain calm. However, one day your father tells you that you will be the boys tutor due to him not doing well at school because of all the fights he’d rather get into. This sparks interesting things and interesting conversations to happen between you and Carlos and becomes the beginning of a rocky yet beautiful relationship.

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

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

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

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

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Hate. That’s all you felt. Hate. Anger. Rage. The tutoring sessions were some of the worst times you spent with Carlos. He made you want to strangle him. You’d been tutoring him for around a month now.

Today was no different, you were leaning against your locker as you waited for Emilia to meet you. That’s when you saw a ball flying your way, your eyes widened as you stood frozen, not quite knowing what to do.

A flash of maroon appeared in front of you, catching the ball before it hit your face, your eyes widened as you saw the head of curls with their back to you. He threw the ball with force back to where it came from, earning a “What the hell, dude?” And an “Ow!” From the other end of the corridor.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, “Really, tonta? You couldn’t even duck?” He asked, cocking a brow.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up, pendejo.” You sighed, seeing Emilia approach, her arm linked with Camilo’s as they approached together.

“So, how did rehearsals go, Juliet?” You asked, staring at your best friend with a smirk.

Emilia laughed, unhooking her arm from Camilos as she opened her locker door and shoved her books inside, “Shoot! I completely forgot that I have to go to the costume department and get fitted for my dress.” She groaned, sharing a look with Camilo before turning to you with a guilty look emanating from her features.

“(Name), can you do me a huge favour and collect Cecilia from school?” She asked you.

You sent a soft smile her way before nodding, “Of course, Emi. You know I love that little girl.” You said happily.

“Ah! Gracias, you’re the best. Listen, we have to dash, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She told you, grinning wildly.

You nodded as a small chuckle escaped your mouth as she grabbed Camilos hand, beginning to drag him towards the costume department in a hurry, “Hey Camilo!” You called, causing the pair to stop. He turned to stare at you, “Look after my girl, okay? Make sure she gets home safe.” You told him.

A sweet smile graced the boys features, “Of course.” He told you, you nodded as you watched her continue pulling him down the corridor.

You span on your heel and began exiting the school, making your way past the crowds of teenagers rushing to get home. You placed your books in your bag as you approached the schoolhouse, you were instantly tackled to the floor by a small but surprisingly strong little girl, “Surprise attack!” She screamed as she sprawled across your stomach as you laid on your back, your body shaking with laughter as she stared at you giggling.

“Okay, okay, you got me.” You grinned, beginning to tickle the youngster.

Carlos watched you from the gate separating the two schools, he leant on the railings and watched your interaction with the little girl.

“Ahh! No, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Cecilia called out through giggles.

Your laughter died down as you stood up and held her hand, “Come on sweetie, let’s get you home.” You sent a warm smile her way as you began walking with her towards the town.

Carlos watched you leave, cocking a brow as he did. You were great with kids, he had to hand it to you. He shook off his thoughts as he began his walk home, easily catching up to his friends who also lived in or around the small town.

You reached Cecilia’s home as she finished telling you about what she’d learnt at school that day, you smiled as you watched her run inside to change. You glanced over your shoulder to see her parents, “Hola señor and señora, Cecilia has just headed inside.” You grinned their way.

“Such a sweet girl, Señorita.” Your best friends mother smiled at you.

“It was a pleasure. Cecilia is like a little sister to me, I love her.” You smiled their way. “I have to go home, but when Emilia gets home tell her that I can’t wait to see the dress for her play.” You smiled their way.

“Of course, cariño.” Emilia’s mother smiled as you bade them farewell and began heading towards your home.

You headed towards casita, hesitantly knocking on the door. It was pulled open by a smiling Pepa who greeted you with a hug before letting you in. “He’s in his room, cariño.” She let you know. “As usual.” She mumbled under her breath, thinking you hadn’t heard.

You sent her a sweet smile as you headed up to the boys room, you pushed the door open and walked in; not even bothering to knock. He sat up quickly, staring at you, “You could’ve knocked, cabróna!” He snapped at you.

You cocked a brow, “Didn’t feel like it.” You shrugged, placing your textbooks on the desk. “Get here so we can learn some science, pendejo.” You told him, opening the textbook.

Carlos muttered some profanities under his breath before heading towards you and pulling out the chair at his desk, taking a seat beside you. You pushed the text book towards him before opening one of his drawers on the side of the desk and grabbing a pen and some paper, “You’ve gotten way too comfortable here.” Carlos stated as he watched you, it seemed like you had quickly learnt where everything was in his room.

A smirk enhanced your features as you shook your head, quickly writing down some symbols from the periodic table and pushing the sheet over to him with the pen. He glanced down at it before cocking his brow, “This is way too easy, they’re all in this big ass book you brought in with you.” He told you.

You cocked a brow before slamming the book shut, “For this activity, you’re not using the book. Now write down which element belongs to each symbol.” You told him, folding your arms over your chest.

“Okay, fine.” He sighed, quickly getting to work on the task you’d given him.

It was an hour later when he began refusing to do the work, you rolled your eyes, he really was testing your patience. “Look, Carlos, I know you can do this. I know that you’re a smart boy.” You groaned.

He cocked a brow, turning his attention to you, “What makes you think that?” He asked you.

“I’ve seen you in school. You’re always handing your homework in, always getting the highest score on quizzes, always wanting to raise your hand to answer the most difficult questions but something always stops you, I’ve even seen you snigger a few times when somebody gets the answer wrong because it’s so obvious. I know that you’re smart, I know that you’re a clever guy but you don’t show that because you’re the quarterback on the football team and you have to keep up your street cred.” You stated, folding your arms over your chest.

“Look, I’m not gonna freaking beg you to do the damn work, alright? Do it, don’t do it, I don’t care. At the end of the day, I still get paid to do this so I truly don’t give a damn.” You shrugged, seeing his bored expression. “You can either get your head down and do the damn work and make this time pass quickly for the pair of us, or you can mess around, not do the work and have this session turn into a five hour session rather than the usual three.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. “It’s your choice.” You told him.

Carlos rolled his eyes, “What got you so uptight?” He blurted out, surprising you a little. “I mean, your dad is a relaxed business owner, your brother attends college in the city, you’re like the epitome of sweetness and light but with me that facade drops. What is it, Castillo? Scared that I might rub off on you? Scared to show everyone else the side you have with me?” He asked.

You could feel your anger building up as he listed off more and more reasons as to why you could be scared. You lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the nearest wall, causing the chair he was sitting on to tip over as you held the boy against the wall, “You don’t know a damn thing about me. You don’t know the things I’ve fucking done so don’t you dare think that you can get into my head. I’ve done so much worse than you ever have and I’ve dealt with so much worse than you’ve ever had to. I’m doing this fucking job for my father and for your mother. Don’t you dare think that you can get inside my head, don’t you fucking dare think you can do that. It’s too fucking dark in there, even for you.” You snarled at him.

Carlos’ breath hitched, his eyes flickered back and forth before yours as you had him pinned against the wall. For the first time in his whole life, a new feeling erupted inside of him. Fear. He’d never seen you like this. It was as if your eyes had darkened. It was as if you were a whole different person.

You soon stepped back, smoothing down your dress before heading back towards the desk. You grabbed the pen from the floor before throwing it back on the desk and picking the boys chair back up, you sat back down in your seat before staring down at your hands.

Carlos’ feet stayed rooted to the ground where you had left him, he watched you and quickly noticed that your hands were shaking, he took a deep breath as he approached you, grabbing a stuffed animal from a nearby shelf and shoving it into your hands. “Go over there and try to relax and calm yourself whilst I solve this shit.” He told you, pointing towards his bed.

“I’m not gonna do tha-”

“Look, your hands are shaking uncontrollably because you’re angry or scared or whatever, and you’re not gonna be able to do anything until you stop the shaking so you need to relax your body and relax your hands and calm the hell down so go over there, lay down, hug the damn plushie and calm down.” He told you.

You opened your mouth to argue but decided against it and did as you were told, heading towards the boys bed and quickly finding a comfortable spot on it, you curled up and hugged the plushie to your chest whilst trying to calm your breathing, silently hoping and praying for the shaking to stop.

Carlos sat at the desk and began working on the questions you had given him to work through; most of which he already knew the answers to. However, you sure as hell hadn’t gone easy on him, these questions were difficult and really got his brain working, he even had to check the textbook for the answers to a few of them.

A knock sounded at the boys door before it was pushed open.

Dolores peeked her head around the door, “Hola hermano, mami says dinner is ready.” She said quietly.

“Thanks hermana. We’ll follow you down.” He mumbled, taking a glance back at you, seeing you passed out on his bed, hugging the plushie tightly.

He eyed you, you looked so peaceful, like nothing in the world could ever hurt you. He rose from his desk and began leaving the room, closing his door gently behind him, leaving you to sleep peacefully as he headed to join his family for dinner.

Carlos explained to his family that you had fallen asleep and that he would take a plate of food upstairs for you once he was done eating.

And he did just that. Once he’d finished conversing and eating with his family, he grabbed a plate that was wrapped up to keep the food within hot before heading up the stairs. He walked into his bedroom and placed the plate on his desk, quietly.

He turned his head to you, seeing you still curled up on his blankets as soft breaths escaped your mouth, “(Name).” He whispered, shaking you gently. “(Name)!” He called louder, causing you to stir slightly before your eyes flutter open; immediately going wide when you saw his face.

“Crap. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, it’s just that…” You began but was cut off.

“It doesn’t matter.” He mumbled shrugging slightly, “Listen, I’ve, uh… I’ve finished.” He let you know.

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of his bed.

You rose to your feet, leaving the plushie on his bed as you approached the desk, taking your seat once again and beginning to look over his answers. “Almost all of them are right, all except this one…” You pointed out the question.

“How much salt is in the average adult human body?” Carlos read the question aloud.

“Yeah, the answer isn’t two hundred grams. It’s actually two hundred and fifty.” You let him know.

His brows furrowed as he stared at the paper, “Ah, shit, yeah. I completely forgot.” He groaned.

“It’s okay, it’s an easy mistake to make. To be honest, that probably won’t ever even come up in any tests anyway.” You chuckled.

“Look, you missed dinner and I kinda didn’t wanna disturb you so I brought a plate up for you.” He mumbled, gesturing to the plate on the desk.

You stared down at the food before unwrapping it and beginning to eat, “Gracias, pendejo.” You sent a sweet smile his way before continuing your meal.

The tutoring session soon came to an end and you were beginning to gather up your books, you shoved them into your bag as you turned to the taller boy, “You know, if you actually applied this knowledge in school rather than trying to keep up your little badboy act, you might actually start passing.” You let him know, placing a hand to your hip.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen is it.” He let you know.

“Look, Carlos, we’ve already established that you’re a smart person. Why is your street cred so important to you? You do realise people can be smart and athletic assholes at the same time, don’t you?” You cocked a brow.

He rolled his eyes once again, “Not in my world.” He told you.

You took a step towards him, “If your friends make fun of you for being smart then they’re not your real friends, Carlos. They’re not worth your time.” You told him.

He stared at you, “Well, what about you? I saw that anger streak of yours today? What happened in your past that was so bad you have all of that rage inside?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest defensively.

“Aaaaand that’s my cue to leave. See ya around, Madrigal.” You mumbled, walking past him and leaving his room.

He watched you go, leaning on the sill of his window as he watched you hurry down the hill, “You’re hiding something, Castillo.” He mumbled to himself, cocking a brow slightly as you disappeared from view. He pushed himself away from his window, staring out into the darkness that had since enveloped you.

“And I intend to find out what it is.”

~ As someone who failed every single subject in school, this is becoming a rather hard series to write 😅😂 But I hope y’all enjoyed it, please lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖