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OMFG AS EXPECTED THIS IS AMAZING😭😭😭😭😭💗💗💗

MAN CAMILO AS A CELEBRITY/ACTOR IS FIRE OMFG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH💗💗

"my rose-colored boy"

summary:

— You, a successful and famous newscaster, were known for your rosy cheeks and bright smile. However, when the superstar Camilo Madrigal and you meet, he discovers that you were the opposite of what you are on tv. Will Camilo try to break through your pessimistic attitude or will you keep locking him out, hiding the true you?

genre:

— angst to fluff, aged up, & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— heavy cussing

a/n:

— heavily inspired by Paramore's song Rose-Colored Boy, I adore the mv so much and highly recommend watching it, enjoy !

Here it begins again, in front of this stupid mirror, over and over again for a decade. You gazed at your reflection. Your face was filled with too much make-up, heavy blush, and rose-red lipstick. Nevertheless, you looked lively and pretty. You blankly stared at yourself before taking one deep inhale, and a smile rises on your lips. A smile you're cursed to wear for years.

"[Name]? You're up, 5 minutes pronto"

A knock and voice disturb you from your thoughts. You dust off your overly red outfit and stood up from your seat as you left your dressing room. The noises of a busy network consume you as you start walking to your designated station. You take a seat and made yourself presentable in front of the cameras. A frowning man counts down behind the cameras and sends you the cue to be on air. In an instant, a beaming smile blinds the people sitting in front of their televisions at home.

"Good morning and this is Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. My name is [Name] [Surname] and you're watching live for today's latest news..."

As easy as clockwork, you say your overly spoken lines and deliver the details live on television for the entire country to see. Being the nation's favorite newscaster was...well, there's no perfect word to describe it. You've always wanted to be a famous news anchor, it was your childhood dream come to life, but why do you not feel the satisfaction of reaching your goal?

"Now, let's tune in to Zac Felicano for today's sports!"

You say with an unfaltering smile as you look over at your co-worker, Zac, a fellow newscaster. The guy was older than you and had more experience in the field, you two were merely friends but you felt like you and him can connect in some way.

"...We will see the winning team at the end of this season. And for the weather forecast today, let Thiago Ybarra take it away!"

Zac enthusiastically announces as the camera pans to your other co-worker, a meteorologist, Thiago. The man was around your age, just started five years ago. He was bursting with energy whenever the camera is on him as he tells the people about the weather, but you know too well he's different when the broadcast isn't on.

After a long run, it was finally the first commercial break. The atmosphere changes as the man behind the camera signals for you to move into the next part. Immediately, your, Zac, and Thiago's smiles drop to the ground revealing deadpan expressions. The three of you head into another area for today's guests to be interviewed. Zac groans.

"Ugh, who's is it this time?"

"Don't know. These celebrities coming over here are one inch away from driving me insane"

You told Zac. Thiago joins you two on the shared couch as the crew quickly made a few arrangements in the make-shift living room area for the interview. Every day, the producers of Wake Up Encanto would invite a celebrity or influencer to the show for an interview, something the folks at home apparently enjoy. A woman hands you your papers for the interview today but you bitterly looked at her and threw the papers away, scattering them in front of her face.

"No need. I've memorized the questions at this point"

You briefly say and let the poor woman pick up your script. Sooner, another cue was sent for the entire crew to get ready and invite the guest in. The three of you started adjusting your outfits and hair before turning into the camera. Again, the man behind it counts down and signals you that everything is live again. Your bright smile along with Zac and Thiago's, returned as the three of you looked into the camera.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto! You all know it's time for our daily interview with your favorite celebrity and influencer! Hmm, I wonder who is it this time?"

With feigned curiosity, you turn to Thiago who's the only one that had the clue about the guest today.

"I'm sure that you [Name], Zac, and everyone in the world has heard about this guy. He's charming and handsome, and the dance moves that can make you all swoon. But he's best known for his outstanding talent in movies and theater, everybody gives it up for Camilo Madrigal!"

Thiago announced and clapped. You and Zac copied the man's enthusiasm as you all clapped to welcome the guest. You watched as a tall man dressed in a bright yellow suit walks in with overly cheery music playing in the background and waved to you three and the camera. He winks with a dashing smile as he walks over to the vacant chair across from the newscasters, he keeps smiling and waving while he takes a seat.

Well, for it isn't Camilo Madrigal. A promising and talented actor that have won several Oscars at this point. The actor had the guts you can give him that, but the way his smile was ear to ear and acting like he had nothing to worry about the world irks you. Camilo was the rose-colored boy in the industry, always optimistic and encouraging others to look into the bright side. It annoyed you to the core. He thinks he can solve real-world conflicts with his stupid speeches and smiles.

"So, glad you can make it here Camilo, despite your busy schedule!"

"Ah, well, yes. I'm also happy to be here right now, Zac, as you can imagine"

Camilo replies and turns to the camera again, giving his signature grin. You bite back a curse as you meet his eyes.

"I can imagine. We've heard of your latest project, Mr. Madrigal. All of us, especially, your fans are dying to know what the project's all about"

"Ay, you can call me Camilo, no need for Mr.Madrigal and all that fancy stuff. We're all friends here aren't we?"

Barely, you fucking bastard

"Hahaha, of course, of course"

You faked a laugh as Camilo sends you an irritating grin. The entirety of the interview went well as expected. Although it seems like Camilo was too thrilled to be here, the toothy smile on his face never left as he kept sending jokes left and right. You can tell that Zac and Thiago are getting exhausted from laughing along as if his jokes weren't shit. Another irksome detail, you often caught the actor's eyes on you like he was watching you the entire interview. You don't have a clue why but Camilo was acting interested in you. Eventually, the interview ends as another commercial break commences.

As soon as the camera turns off, your smile dropped. You were surprised that you managed through the whole thing without twitching an eye. Zac takes off his glasses and massages his eyes while Thiago rises from the seat to stretch and groan. For some odd reason, Camilo hasn't left the area after the interview. Instead, he carefully walks over to you when your two co-workers left you alone.

"Hey"

"The hell do you want?"

You reply coldly, you barely acknowledging the shocked look on Camilo's face, obviously not expecting you to be so harsh.

"Oh nothing, I'm just trying to strike a friendly conversation. It seems like you had a rough morning today, [Name]"

"I've been having a rough morning for a fucking decade Madrigal. And also, please don't call me by my first name, we ain't friends"

"Well, won't it be great if we are?"

Camilo asked, blatantly not interested in dropping the conversation. You were bewildered that he's immune to your brash attitude, which annoyed you to the max.

"No, we can't be friends and I don't want to. Can't you see that?"

"See what?"

"That we all can't be like you, Madrigal! I'm not gonna smile for you because I don't want to! Stop acting like every little thing is a joke"

"Hey, what's the problem-"

"[Name], dressing room, now"

One of the producers interrupts Camilo. You sighed and regained your composure, you turn to Camilo with a frown.

"This conversation is over, don't ever show your face to me again, you stupid rose-colored boy"

You say and left to head to your dressing room to prepare. Camilo stood there for a long moment, concerned about your well-being and thinking about a lot of questions.

Finally, the most tiring part of your day is over. You walk out of the building with Zac and Thiago, it was the end of your day at work and you felt like you just got hit by a truck. You always felt that way for years. You three reached into the parking lot, Zac nods at you goodbye including Thiago. You waved at them as you opened your car and got in the driver's seat. You waited for both Zac and Thiago's cars to drive away before fully letting go.

"Fucking shit"

You hiccuped and began sobbing while gripping the steering wheel. You were glad that you were able to make it to your car before breaking down, you would be so embarrassed if you cried in front of your co-workers. Your breath turned shallow as your chest grew tight and endless tears streamed down your cheeks. You lay your head down on the steering wheel and continued brawling.

Behind the scenes, when the cameras are off, and when the laughter is over, you're nothing but a half-empty girl who's afraid that if she laughed she'll choke. A girl who's forced to face her own problems alone. You were a promising newscaster, a dream come true but you wished you can take it all back. It was shit. You were miserable and faking smiles so you can deliver the fucking news for the people to see you, not knowing you're suffering.

You're beyond tired. Exhausted of people telling you to look into the bright side, maybe if you wanna go blind. You're so sick of people telling you to laugh it off or smile more, it was stupid like telling a man with a broken leg to walk. Whatever enthusiasm they have to offer wasn't gonna be enough to be okay. You wondered when will people stop looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses.

It felt like an hour when you stopped crying. You wiped away the mascara tears on your cheeks with a baby wipe. You took deep breaths before starting the engine and driving your way back home.

Meanwhile, Camilo paces in his room, looking over at his enormous window that displayed the entire city. The moment he laid his eyes on you in the interview, he already knew something was going on. Your smile was beautiful but even if it reached your eyes, he can tell it was fake. He knew how to fake smiles, hell, he's an actor! He can fake a lot of behaviors which made him an expert on reading body language.

Camilo couldn't shake off the worrying feeling he experienced while talking to you for the first time. You were an absolute pessimistic, based on your replies to him. He wanted to know why you acted that way, why you were so different from the person people would always see on tv.

"She's so...distant. I can see it in her eyes she's hiding something"

"Camilo, you shouldn't be prying on other people's business even if you're genuinely concerned"

"I can't help it, Mirabel! She looked like she needed help but didn't know how to ask"

"Primo, I get it. You're all sunshine and butterflies, always wanting other people to be happy before yourself. But...but not everyone is going to be that way"

Camilo stopped pacing and deeply exhaled to his cousin, Mirabel on the phone. He knew she had a point.

"Not everyone is gonna be happy with one snap of a finger. Even if she's truly going through something, you shouldn't force your way into her life and try to fix it. It's her own battle that she needs to conquer"

"Fuck, you're right. Huh, I just never guessed a beautiful newscaster like her with a bright smile would be so...sad"

"Ey, así es la vida, primo"

Mirabel gently says before hanging up. Camilo tries to rest but his mind was infested with the thought of you. He wanted to see your real smile, not the smile he'd see on tv. He wanted to hear you laugh and just live your life. Camilo was aware that success and fame came with a cost, he guess that's what happened to you. If only there's a way, but he shouldn't, he really shouldn't. Maybe if he...

You were spacing out during your work. You merely lost composure on-air, Zac and Thiago were giving you concerned looks. When the first commercial break arrived, you hurried into your dressing room and shoved all of the items off the table. You angrily looked in front of the mirror and gripped your hair. You were reaching your limit, you can feel the hot tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You can't even tell who you really are anymore.

You wish to disappear or to cry a little bit longer. You have no idea how long you can take it, pretending to be happy when you're really not. Your lip quivered and your legs feel like it's gonna give up on you. Until a knock on the door was heard. Swiftly, you pull yourself together and wiped the tears away before they can fall. You gulped.

"Come in"

With that said, you hear the door open and close. You were expecting one of the producers to give you one of their shitty positive prep talks but when you turned you gasped.

"What the fuck? Camilo Madrigal?"

"Shhhhhh! Nobody knows I'm here"

"Oh, you fucking asshat-"

Camilo, impressively disguised as a regular assistant, placed a finger between his lips and shushed you. With a roll of your eyes, you glare at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you but I know you don't have the time to schedule a time for it"

"So, you decided to come to my workplace, may I add, disguised as an assistant, all because you want to fucking talk to me?"

"Look, I'm sorry. Don't worry, nobody suspected a thing"

You let your composure crumble as you start to panic, walking in circles and gripping your hair. This had to be the last straw, everything was bad enough until this fucking moron decided to fuck it all over.

"You absolute idiot, you can get the both of us in trouble! I never wanted to see your face but no, you decided to be an impulsive fuckwad and do it your way!"

"[Name], calm down"

"Fuck off. All I want is to be left alone for one fucking moment! I've already been through enough!"

"He-hey your eyes are getting too dark now.."

You stop rambling and look at Camilo, who's deeply concerned for you. It catches you off guard as you chuckled.

"Oh boy, you ain't ever seen my mind"

Camilo frowns at your reply. He watched you walk to the corner of the room and sank down to the floor, completely downcast. He joins you.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't even know where to start"

"Hey, I'm all ears"

The actor was not expecting you to give in and open up to him, he patiently waited as you hugged your knees to your chest.

"I...I've always wanted to be a newscaster. When I was a kid, I'd fool around and pretend like I was telling the news in front of millions of people. My family said I was a natural"

"So...I decided to go study to be a professional newscaster. But when I graduated, my parents split up and it was the shittest day ever. I thought I would be fine because I met this guy and fell in love with him"

"He was really sweet at first but then all we do is argue all the time and cuss each other out from morning until evening. It took me almost a decade to finally file a divorce and just agreed we're never meant to be"

"But then an old friend decided to sue me for stealing shit and then I have to go to court and deal with it alone. After that, I have to go to therapy for everything. However, I quit because I finally get to be a newscaster after Wake Up Encanto accepted my application"

You paused, and you look over to see Camilo listening intently with patience. You almost blushed at how sympathetic he was being. You cleared your throat.

"I thought I was finally gonna be happy but not. In case you haven't known, this entire thing is bullshit and toxic. Ask Zac and Thiago. The producers are pure narcissistic assholes, putting us through shit"

"And then they'd go talk to us to give us some positive prep talk but never really cared. I just felt like I was stuck in the corner, if I lose this job I have nothing. I did what I had to do but at what cost?"

All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your figure as you freeze. Camilo pulls you into his arms, he slowly feels you hiccuping and succumbing to his open arms. He lets you cry on his shoulder, he hugs you tighter, letting you know that he's here for you. It was like that for a long while, it was an incredibly refreshing experience for you, to feel like someone has finally got your back.

"Thank you, Camilo"

"Don't mention it, you're a strong one, [Name]"

"God, I feel like I'm gonna fucking die if you didn't do this"

You laugh and pull away. Camilo smiles sweetly and wipes away your tears as he tried fixing your hair. It was weird, your chest felt light and it seemed like you can finally breathe. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door

"[Name], you're up, three minutes asap"

"You better go now, I'll sneak away somehow"

Camilo says as he helped you up to your feet. A wild idea spans in your head as you grab the actor by his shoulder.

"Hey, when you escape, watch the news later on tv"

"Hm? Why?"

"Trust me, just turn on your tv later"

The actor nodded but before he could leave you to pull him to give a grateful kiss on the cheek, he merely chokes on his saliva.

"Thanks again, my rose-colored boy"

You smile, truly this time. Camilo's heart comes to a halt as he sees the genuine smile on your face. Holy shit, is he falling in love? Eventually, he takes his leave when you both exited the dressing room. Before the news would air, you pulled Zac to whisper something to his ear.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Camilo made it home just in time to watch the news. He still couldn't get over what happened between you two in the dressing room but he was so glad that his plan worked. He looked at his tv as your face shows up on his screen.

"Hello and welcome back to Wake Up Encanto, where we deliver the most exciting and most trusted news in the entire nation. Including having the shittest and narcissistic producers in the whole country"

Camilo gasped as he held back a laugh when he heard someone gasping behind the camera too. Back in the studio, you bite back a grin when you saw the look of horror from the crew, especially the producers. Thiago was barely holding back a giggle.

"Just in my middle finger has finally showed up after years of sleeping. Ha! The guy has finally had the balls to show up!"

You slowly raise your middle finger, both flipping off the crew behind the camera and the audience at home. You smile wider.

"And let's head to Zac for some sports, oh wait, we have no sports because who fucking cares who won the game! We all know it's rigged! Hit it!"

Music started blaring all over the studio. It turns out the entire broadcast was highjacked by Zac who's having the time of his life, cussing and not sitting in front of the camera. You stand up on top of the table and kicked the papers off of it. Thiago started dancing to the music as the entire crew of the Wake Up Encanto goes to shit knowing the entire thing was broadcasted live and there's no way they can save it now.

Camilo clutched his stomach from laughing so hard with tears in his eyes as he watched the pure chaos happening on his television. You were singing on top of the table, Thiago was dancing and Zac was cussing his lungs out. He knew you're gonna get fired for the stunt but from the carefree look on your face, he knew you couldn't care.

Out of nowhere, you pulled the camera close to your face with a chaotic smile on your face. Camilo continued to watch.

"Hey! My rose-colored boy, if you're watching, how about we go out sometime, yeah? Great! I'll call you, mwah!"

You giggled before the broadcast was entirely cut off. Camilo's mouth went agape, he chuckled as he ran a than through his hair with disbelief. Did you just fucking ask him out on a date while destroying the whole broadcast? Damn, you're something else.

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YES PLEASE HURT US WITH YOUR FLUFF TO ANGST FICS🛐🛐🛐

OMG DUDE BLANK SPACE IS AWESOME

ITS NOW MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME

You should defo write more fluff to angst fics lmao ur amazing

NO WAAAAAAAYYYYYYY SUVSIWWBWIAJ 😭😭😭

THANK YOU SM I'M INCREDIBLY HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED IT ANON HUHUHU 😭👊💖👊💖👊💖 I'M DEFINITELY MAKING MORE FLUFF TO ANGST FICS SOON TRUST 😩✋

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I LOVE YOU TOO AND YOU'RE WELCOME ACKKK💗💗💗

i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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OMFG MOCHIE YOU'RE AWAKE😭😭😭

YOU'RE LITERALLY ON 100% SIMP MODE OMFG SAME HERE😭😭💗💗💗

i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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THANKYOU SO MUCH AND THANKYOU FOR NOTICING CARLOS' EYEMAKEUP FOR ME ITS AN IMPORTANT DETAIL FOR CARLOS EVERYTIME I DRAW HIM CAUSE EYELINER SUITS HIM SO MUCH OMFG EMO BOY😭😭💗💗

i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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OMFG 'GUNS' LMAO😭😭😭😭

TRU THO WHILE I WAS DESIGNING MATEO I THOUGHT ABT MAKING HIM WEAR A SLEEVELESS TURTLE NECK TO MAKE HIM HOTTER😍😍💗💗

i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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OMG OMG TYSM ACKKKK AND NO PROBLEM ACKKK💗💗

I HEADCANON THAT MATEO IS FILIPINO I MEAN HE LOOKS LIKE A PINOY DIBA😭😭😭

i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

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i finally finished drawing carlos,camilo and how i imagined mateo and jaimé (their bandmates from this fic by @kitasgloves) would look😭😭

OMFG I WAS SO EXCITED TO POST THIS I SPENT MY TIME DRAWING THEM AHHSBAHABA

also tysm @pochi-moochika for helping me designing them and giving me some brushes ily😭😭💗💗

#carlos madrigal x reader #carlos my beloved #carlos madrigal #carlos x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #camilo x reader

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NAHHH IM SOBBING RN OMFG JAUDBHABAHABABAB THIS IS SO GOOD THO PERO NAKAKAIYAK😭😭

NAKAKAKILIG AT FIRST BUT AGAHSHUS QYAVYAVAGAVQ💔💔

"blank space"

summary:

— Carlos had everything he ever wanted and needed, money, fame, you name it. But there was a void inside of him that kept nagging him. Until you came into his life and filled that blank space, is it going to be forever, or is it's gonna go down in flames?

genre:

— fluff to angst, aged up, & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mentions of violence and obsessive behavior

a/n:

— alright, this has been stuck in my drafts for a looooooong time, this is inspired by Our Last Night's cover of Blank Space, pure Carlos energy highly recommend you guys listen to it while reading this.

The annoying sound of silence merely gave any comfort within these halls. Everything has been eerily quiet for too long. To be in the middle of the woods, on your private property, within the walls of your mansion, maybe the recipe for insanity. But not for Carlos Madrigal, a man who achieved everything he wanted.

Carlos looked like the world was in the palm of his hand. The man had everything one would imagine. Wealth and power, all that business. He owned a lot of properties and made money on a daily basis. His meals would be often warm and fresh, and he was never bored considering the number of things he can do with the amount of rich he has, and he's young. Carlos Madrigal was a young and wealthy man with all the time in the world.

However, during the span of his peak, a tiny void in him began growing. The irritating unsatisfaction came to grow each second of the day, reckoning him bored. It was ridiculous really, he had the time and money yet he has become bored. It comes to show that having everything can only get you so far.

Carlos was looking for something, anything exciting. To replace this blank space inside of him, to fill his empty page. Carlos knew he was smart but not enough to figure out why he was this way. Eventually, the change he ached for so long arrived.

The man saw it, from his window. A yellow Cadillac sped into his property. Carlos straightens his collar and carefully brushed his curls out of his face. A smile erupts in his space when he saw a gorgeous young woman step out of the vehicle, all dolled up and ready for his eyes to see up close. Carlos hurried downstairs to greet her.

You walked into the mansion of a man you met online. You weren't sure why you began there but you were surprised to find yourself getting here. It was a normal Saturday night when a man DMed you on Instagram. From stalking his profile, you smelled the money from the pictures he posted on his page. You made the assumption that he was just a bored and annoying rich guy but it turned out he was interesting. A mysterious guy with history, he got your attention. So after getting to know him through a series of messages and video calls, you two agreed to finally meet each other in person.

With twinkling eyes, you admired the chandelier inside the mansion. You gawked at the walls and expensive furniture inside. The interior made you feel so small and insignificant, it felt like the entire mansion can swallow you whole. Nevertheless, you don't let yourself be intimidated.

"Glad you can make it, [Name] [Surname]"

You gasped to see the one and only Carlos Madrigal standing on top of the staircase, peering down at you with those glistening eyes. You gulped as you watch him get down the stairs. Dear lord, he was hot. Perfect curls, captivating eyes, and a sly smirk. You feel your knees go weak. His attire was polished from head to toe, wearing a maroon tuxedo and pitch-black shoes. Carlos comes to take your hand and kiss the back of your palm, your skin tingled by this.

"I'm...I'm thrilled to be here, Carlos Madrigal"

"Your name sounds perfect for the blank space I've saved for you"

You raised a brow at the random statement by this but you assumed it was just him trying to flirt with you so you smiled at him.

"I'm assuming you're starving after your long trip to my place. Let's have lunch shall we?"

Carlos invited. He takes you to his enormous dining room with various food on the table already prepared. There were seats only at the ends of the table as you two sat across from each other. The food was scrumptious! You smiled and created a conversation with Carlos, who seemed to be enjoying himself more than you.

After the delightful lunch, Carlos insisted on taking you to experience his vinyl collection. The man had a versatile and impressive taste in music. You laughed when he went to drag you towards him for a dance, he acted so sweet to you. Swaying you side to side like a princess. Trying to have more fun, you asked him to go ride a bike inside the mansion, Carlos was too happy to say no.

You squealed when you chased each other down the halls on your bikes, careful not to knock down any expensive decoration. After the chaotic activity, you two tried some artistry. Carlos begged you to let him paint you, so you agree. It was more than an hour of you sitting still as he painted a live portrait of you. For some reason, you never questioned why he did it because the thrilled smile on his face had you distracted.

The plans for your stay were extended for a week because you found yourself enjoying the one-in-a-lifetime luxury. After getting breakfast, Carlos comes to show you around his property, he even brought his pet Dobermans with him. His whole property was astronomically huge, it looked endless and like it offered everything. There were gardens, fountains, and a lot of places to waste time. You change into fancy clothes at lunch because he took you to go horseback riding, it was crazy to know the man owned horses too.

Carlos can feel the void inside of him slowly getting filled by every second he spends with you. He chased you around with that beautiful dress of yours, the smile on your face making his heart beat excitedly in his chest. Carlos felt like he was actually living. So, as he grinned and caught you in his arms, he decided that he can spend forever like this.

By the time, when you took a break. Carlos discreetly hung the framed painting of you in one of the hallways. He gazed at the breath-taking portrait of you, the smile on his face was so wide it made his jaw hurt. You looked so perfect like that, on his wall for him to admire for times to come. The emotions he had by just looking at your face were bursting within him, he wanted more of it.

As the sun began to set, you and Carlos found yourselves holding each other under the gazebo. You were unsure why but you wanted to kiss him so bad. He had you around his finger and you adore it, you wanted to live with him in his sanctuary for eternity. The moment arrives as you pressed your lips against Carlos' sharing a tender kiss as it slowly becomes passionate. He licks your lips and soon enough your tongues danced together in harmony. You whispered after pulling away.

"I love you"

"I love you, too. Very much, querida"

Carlos breathlessly whispered back. Amongst the trees, after sharing a passion-fueled kiss, you giggled and dragged him to a tree. You asked him for his pocket knife and he reluctantly agrees. Carlos watches in astonishment as you started carving a heart on the tree with your names on it. His heart fluttered when you smiled and returned his pocket knife.

"There. Now, we belong together"

"That's kinda cheesy"

"Oh, don't act like you don't love it, Carlos"

"How about I kiss that pretty lips of yours to give you a better reminder, [Name]"

A relationship between you and Carlos was born. Your week's stay turned into a month. You spent your time with Carlos around his mansion, kissing and holding each other. This was the happiest you've ever been. It really seemed like you were on top of the world with him. Carlos was enjoying this more than you can ever imagine. A smile never left his features, he'd kiss your lips harder and harder, claiming a part of your soul every time his lips would move on yours.

You were his queen and he was your king, the perfect fantasy, a happily ever after. If only that were the case. Carlos noticed your increasing time on your phone, when eating, and before bed. His mind starts to itch in horrible ways. He needed to find out what are you doing there typing. Carlos dreaded imaging you talking to someone else behind his back.

So, he did what he had to do to silence his worried thoughts. Carlos wanted to be wrong, he wanted his suspicions to be debunked. You were his and his only. You fucking kissed him first and fucking carved both of your names on a tree inside a heart. You've got to be sick for fooling him.

: When are you coming home?

: I miss you

Me: I'm leaving soon

Me: Please wait a little longer

: Okay

: ily

: ily too

Carlos' eyes felt wet, his breath hitched as he watched the screen. He silently shuts off your phone and leaves it where he found it. His greatest fear came true, you were backstabbing him. You went ahead to make this love story only to betray him behind the scenes.

Oh no no no no no

The void in his chest was beginning to return, heat was bubbling in his stomach. What the fuck was this? He treated you greatly and this was what you're returning to him? Carlos hissed as his breath turned shallow, he gripped his hair and cussed. You were his! How many fucking kisses do you want for you to be reminded? What the fuck do you want from him? Money? You could've said something because he was willing to provide it for you.

Carlos wasn't able to control himself when he saw you at dinner, his anger got the best of him. Every attempt of you making a joke, trying to cheer him up never did, he was in too deep. Of course, you got upset.

"Carlos, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I should be asking you that, [Name]"

"What? Okay, what did I do?"

"You should know by now. I guess being on your phone too much made you fucking stupid"

Your mouth turned agape by his words. You stand from your seat and threw the napkin aside, not wanting to start an argument. But Carlos stops you from leaving by grabbing your arm and towering over you.

"Ca-Carlos?"

"What playing dumb, darling?"

He growled. Your eyes watch him gain power over you as he grabbed both of your arms and pulled you dangerously close to him.

"Tell me, am I the only one you say 'I love you' to?"

"Wh-what do you me-mean-"

"Hey, answer me, amor. Use that pretty fucking mouth of yours!"

"Pl-please Carlos! I don't know what you mean!"

"Oh, you know what I mean, hun. Those texts, your eyes on the phone when it should be on me"

Your stomach dropped by this. Realization comes kicking in. The truth came to haunt you back. You never told Carlos you already had a lover, you never had the courage to. You were just so enamored by him and his riches. He bewitched you before you can say a word. You pursed your lips and averted your eyes away from him in guilt. Carlos scoffs.

"I fucking knew it"

"...I was really planning to tell you but-"

"Just fucking shut up, please"

"Carlos..."

"Don't me make the fucking tables turn, [Name]!"

Carlos shouted. You try to suppress your fear by scowling at him. The least he can do was let you say a word or explain. You see him grip the roots of his hair and pacing in circles.

"Oh my god, who is he?"

"My...my-"

"Fuck, I don't wanna know. Dios, [Name], you fucked me over"

"I'm sorry..."

"I gave you everything you can dream of, we could've had it all but you fucked me over!"

He screamed, hysterically. You were getting tired of the argument and also ashamed for being dishonest, you decided to turn around and leave. But before you can exit the door, Carlos grabs the nearest expensive flower vase and throws it at you, merely hitting you. With a gasp, you turn to cuss him out but he grabs the sides of your face and pulled it close to his.

"I know you're gonna come back each time you leave [Name]"

"Carlos what the fuck-"

"Oh darling, I'm a fucking nightmare dressed like a daydream"

With those haunting words, Carlos releases you as he watched you flee upstairs and lock yourself in your bedroom. You sobbed as you hear glass shattering and objects breaking from outside your door, followed by cries laced with fury.

With each passing day, he made your stay like a living hell. First, he threw your phone into a fountain in front of your eyes. He'd cuss at you and destroy your belongings, mostly setting your things on fire. He went berserk every time he would see you.

One time, you were trying to hide from him when you passed by a hallway you'd never seen before. Your heart dropped to see the paintings displayed on the walls. They were all portraits of people, but they were heavily vandalized and abused. One painting had nasty scratch marks and another had an ax stuck to its face. The color drained from your face when you saw your own portrait, painted on the day he first met you, it was all torn up and a knife was stuck to the canvas. The horror brought a shiver down your spine, these were paintings of all Carlos' ex-lovers. All of a sudden you bolted to your room and collected anything that was spared from Carlos' destruction.

The man was barely coping after finding out you lied to him. He was furious, not because of you but it happened again. You weren't the first to come to his mansion and make him fall in love. He had way too many to count, all of them left and told him he was insane. They would come to fill this blank space in him only to tear him apart after, he thought it wouldn't happen again after his first and second exes, but it seemed like a constant loop of finding people not loving him back. Carlos was sick and tired of it, he poured all of his efforts only to be wasted.

What brought a disgusting flavor to his mouth is that Carlos still loved you after the shit you did, that made you different from his ex-lovers. You literally carved your names into a tree, nobody has ever done that before. He still fucking loved you for it. He still wanted to kiss and hold you. He didn't want you to leave, he wanted you so bad. Carlos needed you here with him forever.

You rushed with your suitcase to your car only to find Carlos sprinting to your precious yellow Cadillac with a golf club. You drop your things, wide-eyed, and screamed.

"CARLOS NO!"

He doesn't listen as he smashed the headlights of your car with his golf club. You shrieked when Carlos began crying and destroying your windshield and the entire front of your car. He poured his fury out on your Cadillac. You sank down to your knees and began pleading for him to stop. It felt like an hour when he completely ruins your car. Carlos looked over at you and saw the mascara streaming down your cheeks along with your tears. He drops the golf club and glared at you. He grabs you by the jaw and gives you one long and emotional kiss. But before you can kiss back, Carlos pulls away with a nonchalant expression and red eyes, he whispered.

"Get out before I make you stay"

You scrambled up to your feet, not bothering to retrieve your belongings out of fear. Fortunately, your car was still functioning, so with one last look at Carlos, you mouthed 'I'm sorry', before speeding out of his property. The image of him staring blankly at you longingly will always haunt you in your dreams.

A red Ferrari pulls into the driveway, a woman steps out dragging her expensive dress outside. The first she noticed was a cut tree nearby, it was odd to see it stand alone compared to all the uncut trees. She walks into the mansion and looked in awe. The place was glimmering like the stars in the night sky. Her eyes land on the staircase to see a man dressed in maroon, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Ah, I'm assuming you're Carlos Madrigal"

Carlos chuckled at the woman as he goes down to meet her face to face, he takes her hand and kisses the back of it. She watched him in bewilderment, blushing.

"Great to finally meet you, Nadia Cordona"

"...Likewise"

"Your name sounds perfect for the blank space I've saved for you"

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RUN2U

pairing: aged up carlos madrigal x female reader

genre: angst and fluff songfic (run2u - stayc)

summary: they warned you. they ALL warned you. but you didn't listen. you did the opposite. you tried to get your ex back, but he wasn't who he was anymore. he wasn't the same high school sweetheart, he was a murderer. a fugitive. a criminal. a psychopath. you were warned, yet you kept running back to him, blinded by dangerous love.

[read tags thoroughly before proceeding]: CRIME AU, modern au, criminal carlos madrigal, targeted victim reader, exes to lovers, graphic descriptions of murder blood weapons fire and the like, violence, heavy cussing, making out

Reader discretion is advised. If the mentioned topics trigger you, please do NOT continue reading.

"I can change him" You said.

You thought to yourself. Who would have known that your ex, Carlos Madrigal, was tonight's news fugitive? While you and your friends hang out in a small bar, the mention of his name made you look up to the mini tv shown above. It said that as of tonight, Carlos Madrigal is missing and wanted for a lot in return.

Carlos Madrigal was charged for destruction of property and murder, burning down the bowling alley from the highway and running away freely.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw him through the CCTV footage displayed in the television. He wore a maroon hoodie along with skinny jeans during the scene. His curly hair was even more longer as it covered his eyes. From the still image, you could see him and you started to reminisce the times you two had spent together.

Where did it all go wrong?

You thought to yourself. Before the breakup, the two of you seemed like a normal couple. Highschool classmates who had lunch together, went home hand-in-hand, and gave each other comforting hugs when one needed it. All of a sudden before graduation, something changed. Carlos became distant and more cold. He dropped out due to family problems and hit a bump. Though you were close to him, he didn't open up to you. Sooner or later you decided that it was time to take a break. He agreed. On mutual terms, you two separated.

But what happened afterwards? Why were you were fine, and he wasn't?

After months without contact, Carlos suddenly became the spotlight for a very negative reason. He got convicted for various charges, he went to jail, and as much as you hated to hear it, he murdered people, one of which was someone once special to you.

That someone being his ex after you.

The moment you heard the news from friends a few weeks ago, you grew tense and afraid. Yes, if you were to be honest, a part of you still wants to be with him. But he wasn't stable. He was dangerous, menacing, mysterious. He could have just as easily murdered you too.

"Y/N!" A hand snapped you from your thoughts. You glanced at your friends who were trying to catch your attention.

"He's dangerous, but-" You mumbled. "-is it bad if I say I still love him?"

Your friends all looked at you with a empathetic look. You weren't wrong, and they weren't too. Your friends knew how much Carlos meant to you. He was your firsts, your everything, your life. Carlos never even hurt you, not at least once. You were at your peak when he was with you. After the breakup, you were devastated and never found a smile on your own face for months.

They would never see it. They see Carlos as a murderer, you see him as broken and lost.

"Y/N. He isn't the same anymore. Carlos has changed"

"And so have I." You exclaimed, they all sighed in defeat.

The rest of the night and you were completely spaced out, as if you were on another world. You kept your head and voice low as you reminisce the times you and Carlos spent together. Your hands fiddled with your red bracelet,

The matching bracelet you and Carlos personally made. Though its been months since the breakup, you never took it off. It contained too many memories for you. The way Carlos made you more happier, the way he brought you out of your comfort zones, the way he got you to try out new hobbies and skills you never even knew you had,

Carlos Madrigal did mean a lot to you.

—

The walk towards home was just as lonely and blue as you imagined. Since most of your friends lived on the other side of the city, you had to walk alone. Slowly skipping through the pavements, you had your head down and your hand in your pockets.

Something was eerie in the atmosphere so suddenly. It had an unsettling breeze that to you, seemed a bit uncomfortable. Hugging yourself tighter you shrugged it off thinking that it was probably all in your head.

Turns out, it wasn't.

You were suddenly pulled to a narrow dark alley, a hand clasping your mouth preventing you to scream. Muffled yells were heard, but it wasn't enough. You kept screaming and squirming but it failed to your avail.

"Pretty little, Y/N. Why are you alone?" He cooed. The voice seemed familiar to you. The moment he brushed your hair away from your face, you saw him.

Your late ex's brother.

You screamed louder at the top of your lungs wishing that someone would notice. But unfortunately, you were cut off as soon as you felt a cold surface roughly pressed against the skin on your throat.

"Your lunatic of a boyfriend paid a visit to my brother, as you may have known by now." He continued as the pressure of the knife seemed to get even harder the more you struggled.

"He took him whole, slit his throat, left him for dead on an alleyway on a cold Saturday night, and for why?" You stood still, unable to scream.

"Seem familiar to you princess? The foreshadowing too much for you to take in?"

"Should I let you have a teaser? Or do you want me to swift it at just one swing, hmm?" He whispered to your ear. The knife was removed from your neck and he placed it at your cheek.

You felt a sharp intense pain as he slowly moves his arm, gliding the weapon against your skin. You felt the cold rush of your own blood drip from your chin as you cried in pain. Tears filled your eyes and you felt helpless.

Before you were about to let out another screech of pain, your attempted murderer did it first. He suddenly screamed loudly as he dropped down the floor and let you go. You looked around as you grasped your bleeding skin and as you turned, you saw a familiar figure you grew to admire, illuminating his auburn locks and gleaming eyes as he stood.

Carlos Madrigal.

He suddenly jerked up as he pulls back the knife which had been plunged to your murderer's ribcage. It was a bloody sight and it made you sick. Before he stood back up, Carlos grabbed his collar and pushed him down with his shoe.

Carlos noticed the man struggling as he let out a grunt trying to kick him down. He chucked his hand as he stabbed the man again. Before he was able to let out an ear-piercing scream, Carlos held him down and put a cloth at his mouth. While he struggled to keep the man down, he took a glance at you as he whispered.

"Run."

—

Footsteps ragged, panting heavy, you ran for your life. Your white dress was now stained with your own blood. Your face was radiating with so much pain, blood was still dripping from your cheeks. You ran and ran, eventually you arrived at your own apartment, frantically running to the door and leaning on it as you went in. The moment you fell to the floor, the waterworks came. You were crying and shaking for various reasons. One of which was that the entire night was traumatic, even for you. You never witnessed a murder personally, and you saw it happen at the front of your eyes by none other than the man who once promised you the world.

A knock interrupts your sobs. Wiping the rest of the blood on your stained dress, you hesitantly peeked through the peephole.

Carlos.

You hastily opened the door once you noticed his disheveled state and pulled him in before anyone else could notice. He was weak, arms flailing around as he stood by your door, probably hesitant to enter.

Carlos was dripping in blood. His hoodie was long gone and only had a long sleeved maroon shirt accentuated with torn fabric and blood patterns. His face was bruised, he looked half dead. His hair was all over the place and he was leaving a trail of blood. The moment you let him in, he jolted up and stared at you.

"Are you okay?" Carlos asked.

You were dumbfounded. He was in a way worse state almost at the verge of death but yet he asked if you were okay after getting sliced in the cheek.

"Seriously?" You responded as you examined his face. It was unreadable. No use in further questioning so you grabbed the first aid kit from your drawer as you sat him down the floor and tended to his wounds. The entire time was silent so you decided to cut the tension.

"Told you not to expect anything from me-" You said. "but why did you come back, Carlos?"

"I needed to check up on you. You shouldn't be involved in what I do" He mindlessly replied as he avoided your gaze to stare at his wounds. "How are you and the others?"

By others, Carlos meant your mutual friends who had been rooting for the two of you. Needless to say, he disappointed them badly.

"They pretend to care for me but I won't be fazed."

"Fazed by what?"

"They talk a lot of nonsense, Carlos. It's pathetic." You sighed. Grabbing a nearby gauze from the kit, you attempted to bandage his wound at the arm. He winced at your every touch but nonetheless was silently thankful you were there regardless.

"What kind of nonsense?"

"About you."

Carlos widened his eyes and finally looked up at you with a confused look. To be fair, he did expect your friends to badmouth him seeing that he ended up in a bad place. He tried to mutter a single word but nothing would come out.

"I refuse to listen to them." You reassured him. "You're not as bad as they think you came to be"

Carlos cleared his throat when he looked away. With the silence coming back, you were left to wonder the odds of everything that has happened at the span of 5 hours before midnight. Your ex was on the news, the way home you were almost brutally murdered and like a call for a hero, Carlos was suddenly there at the right moment. Did fate decide this?

Told you it's always my b-day. You used to say it as a joke, an inside joke specifically for both of you. Birthdays are usually happy and lively therefore as a thing you two used to do when you were lovers, called everyday a birthday. To reassure the good.

Now, did it feel like one?

You looked at Carlos while you continued cleaning his wounds. He looked somewhat pitiful and vulnerable. Like he didn't just brutally murder your ex's brother. It terrified you to even think he had such a mindset to end someone's life, and even more that the two of you are alone in your apartment.

But oddly enough, you felt, reassured? Despite the menacing events, this atmosphere felt somewhat comfortable. Just you and Carlos together, healing what has been physically broken, finally catching up with each other.

But it was also just you and a murderer, a criminal, alone. Words from your friends came back to your head, "He's not your sweet boyfriend anymore", "He's a monster", "He's a psychopath"

You shook your head, dismissing the thoughts. They pretend to be your friend, but they don't get you. They never do. No one else would get you. They give fake advice, but now, you're too busy for them.

You looked at Carlos, slowly sniffing and blinking as he silently lets you wander his bruised and injured body, as if he was fully trusting you to heal every single wound. You weren't afraid of him, and neither was he aggressive to you. Whatever comment that has been fed to you seemed irrelevant as this scene unravelling felt so different. And it all came back to you.

I refuse to listen to whatever they say.

Was it the right decision, though?

After you cleaned off Carlos' wounds, he bandaged your cheek. It was easy since the injury wasn't too major much to your dismay. A moment of silence took over once he was done, you two sprawled on the floor with blood everywhere. You puffed out your dress and took a glance at the silent man in front of you. His face was still unreadable, but it was the same face you grew to fall deeply in love with.

In an attempt to mend the broken, you placed your hand at his cheek, grabbing his attention. Carlos looked at you with a blank face, blinking rapidly.

"Are you really okay, Carlos?" You softly asked, worry grazing over your features. Carlos pursed his lips and looked down as he faintly shook his head sideways.

"You know, you can always come to me. Even if things didn't end well." You trailed off. You traced your thumb over his cheek and lightly tapped his freckles. "We're still friends after all"

Carlos widened his eyes and kept his gaze at you. Still unreadable, but there was a tint of relief in his image. You noticed his shoulders slump down as he took a deep breath. You thought this would go well, but you were wrong.

Carlos blinked repeatedly as he tilted his head away from your hand, swatting it away with his own. It caught you off guard. He slammed his fist down the floor creating a thud sound that made you widen your eyes. He immediately stood up and punched the nearby wall with a loud grunt of anger.

"Don't you ever-" He struggled to find his own words, stuttering to figure out the right thing to say.

"Don't what?"

Carlos sternly looked at you with all anger and rage in his eyes that turned dark. It frightened you a lot and he can see that by the way you slowly backed away from him. Carlos yelled.

"Stay far away from me from now on, Y/N."

Without a moment to lose, he stomped towards your door and aggressively slammed it, leaving you confused and dumbfounded. Carlos is clearly shutting you out the moment he almost let you in.

You took a glimpse at the now cold, empty, and bloody room. While attempting to clean the rest of the space, you accidentally stepped on a cold object. You lifted your dress and crouched down to see what it was,

Carlos' knife.

The knife that ended the life of your ex's brother. The knife that saved your life. Did he unintentionally leave it? You picked it up carefully, wiping out streaks of blood that have been around the blade.

Once the knife was clean, you inspected it. It was personalized, roses scattered along the surface. But what got your attention was the small engraving on the handle of the knife.

A familiar rose doodle.

You raised your hand and took a glance at your matching bracelets with Carlos, it was the same splitting design. Your rose drawing that was engraved in your matching bracelets was also engraved in his beloved weapon.

I wanna burn in your love, because it's so bright.

You gripped the knife before returning it to its leather covering. Heading back to your room, you grabbed a dress. A dress you haven't touched since you two broke up.

The red dress Carlos bought for your anniversary. Immediately, you put it on. It hugged your waist perfectly, puffed sleeves on your shoulders matching with a puffed skirt making you look like an evil princess. Grabbing the knife, you placed it in the pockets that you have sewn in the dress.

Even if I disappear, I'll risk it all for you.

You fixed your hair and grabbed your mini-bag, draping it over your shoulder. With a deep breath, your hand hovered over the your apartment door.

There's no worries and you know it, it should be you.

You opened the door and left your apartment.

So I'll run to you.

Despite the lack of communication, you and Carlos read each other well. If he was a fugitive, there was no way he would be hiding in his apartment. No, he would be camping at the abandoned treehouse that you two discovered while wandering on a nearby forest.

I'll cross the line over and over.

You blatantly ignored all the warnings set by your 'friends' as you run to the love of your life. Your sneakers assisting your movement, you ran faster to him.

It's okay if I get hurt, I'll run to you.

The nearby roads getting all too familiar. You glanced at the side, a dimly-lit area of the street. The moonlight assisted your plan in making you look invisible to the busy street. You jumped over a fence that obviously had a sign that said 'No trespassing' and slowly made your way into the dark abyss.

A little bit, little bit.

You trusted your legs to do the work. The path was almost imprinted on your brain due to how much you spent time with him in the area.

A little bit, little bit.

You saw a faint light above head level and you knew you were close.

No matter who you are, over and over.

Finally reaching the tree, you glanced above. The light was now in your view, an indication that someone was clearly there.

I'll be fine if I get hurt, I'll run to you.

You climbed your way up the tree, panting from all the running you have done. Once you reached the top, you sat on the platform before you went in the treehouse itself.

"I knew you'd be here" You exhaled. Carlos was right there, leaning at the balcony outside the treehouse.

He let out a chuckle at you. "You never listen do you?"

You shook your head. Finally getting the energy to stand up, you dusted the dress and went inside the tree house while Carlos groans at your uninvited entrance.

It all seemed the same as it was, but with more furniture. There was an airbed by the corner and a small shelf filled with paper and photos. While you took the time to observe the place, Carlos leaned on the doorframe.

"Tell me, Y/N" Carlos asked. You hummed in response as you fiddled with the objects in the room.

"Why did you come back?"

"You tell me"

"I know you, sweetheart." Carlos trailed off, placing a hand in his pockets. "Hot or cold, you're not the type to pick and choose. You were never picky. So why pick me? Why did you keep coming back for me?"

You stopped to your tracks. Averting your gaze at him, you walked towards Carlos. You let out a palm that left him confused. Unsure, he gave out his hand to you. Without looking away from his gaze, you interlocked his hand with yours as you used your other hand to unfold his long sleeve, revealing the same matching bracelet you two made.

"What we have could never be broken, Carlos." You stared at him.

"And you know,-" You reached for your pocket, grabbing the knife that he left and raising it to the front of his face. "-I'm not a poser. I won't turn you in. Let me be with you, Carlos."

Carlos raised his eyebrows as he tightened hand that held yours. "You don't want to, Y/N."

"You heard what they said" Carlos continued. "I'm deranged, ill, dangerous-"

With a swift action, he lifted his hand and twirled you to his embrace as he gracefully steals his knife from your hands, leading it to your neck. You gulped. Was he-

His lips hovered over your bandaged cheek, travelling all the way to your ear before you felt him nibble on it. It sent you chills down your spine as your breath hitched and you cursed internally.

"But you never listen, do you, baby?" Carlos whispered.

You shook your head lightly, fear evident from your eyes.

Carlos let go of your grip and led the knife away from your neck. "As much as you wanted to, you can never be with me, babygirl."

You crossed your arms. "Why not?"

"You're different. Not like me. Your heart paced when I pressed my knife to your neck, if you were trembling, you would have ended your own life, mi vida."

"Fuck that" You exclaimed. "I want to be with you, Carlos." You repeated yourself.

Inching closer to him you cupped his jaw and smirked when you felt his arms cage your waist.

"If something ever goes wrong, I would never blame you. Wherever you are, I wanna be there" You whispered against his lips, nearly almost closing the distance. You brushed your nose against his and giggled.

"Nice offer, but I can't." Carlos whispered in a low raspy voice.

It was his turn now to laugh when you pulled apart. A familiar click clouded your ears, bracing you for the worst.

Carlos cocked up a gun from his pocket and aimed it at your forehead.

You widened your eyes, disbelief coming out from your features.

"You won't listen to them, and you won't listen to me. You're really a handful Y/N. What better would it be? Do I spare you, or give you another chance to leave me alone?"

You piercingly glared at Carlos, hiding the fact that you were the most terrified right now. The scene with the knife didn't scare you as much, but the gun? It did. You panicked, fear coming back to your veins as you whimpered. You raised your arms up and pursed your lips, hiding back a sob.

"Look at you, already tearing up. You're a pussy, Y/N. Why would you ever think you were meant for me?"

"I-" You crumbled, not even finding the words to speak. The moment soon had to end when you slowly backed away from Carlos who still had his loaded gun aimed at you.

"You wouldn't dare kill me!" You cried out.

"You willing to take the risk?" Carlos smirked.

You gulped. You were too afraid. Did you make the wrong decision? Were you wrong to ignore your friends? Is your life gonna end right here? You reassured yourself, finally finding out the answer.

"No."

—

The walk away from the treehouse was as tense as you thought it would be. Even if you were far away, you were still at Carlos' sight. His pistol still aimed at you. The moment you faded away from his view, you ran.

I wanna burn in your love, because its so bright.

Unbeknownst to Carlos, you had a plan. The time you fiddled with his paperwork, you found his sketched out plan for his next crime. While he was distracted staring at your dress he gave, you sneakily put it in your bag.

You grabbed the paper, unfolding it to reveal his next move.

Carlos Madrigal was planning to kill his other ex, by stabbing and burning her house.

It was all planned, he mapped out her home, he added a timeframe, he figured out the way, and he had a spare key taped into the paper. All laid out and organized, you decided to beat him to it.

He thought you were a pussy? You were gonna prove him wrong.

Even if I disappear, I can risk it all for you. This was your chance to make up to him. To show that you were right for him. To show Carlos Madrigal that you deserved his love and attention.

Your eyes turned dark.

You took a detour, heading to the place an hour before he was planning to be in.

There's no worries. You reassured yourself. It would be your first crime, but it would be worth it.

You know, it should be you. It should be Carlos. It should be his goal, his target. But you, you wanted to prove him wrong. You wanted to show him that you weren't as pristine as he saw you before.

You wanted to win him back.

So I'll run to you.

You ran to his ex's house, nearly reaching the block. It was silent and quiet, just as he planned.

You then followed his written plan. Using the small alleyway as to not be caught, you danced your way to her home, to her back door. Carlos planned it beforehand, there were gas cans hidden in the pile of leaves and a lighter at the crook of the tree trunk. Just as he planned exactly.

You crawled up to the walls, opening the bathroom window in which you knew would always be unlocked. His ex's house was messy. Bottles of alcohols scattered everywhere making you even more cautious. You tiptoed your way to her room and to your convenience, she was passed out in bed, drunk.

She was alone, just like what Carlos wrote in his plan.

You stepped back to walk to her kitchen, grabbing the largest knife. Making your way back to her room, you giggled in victory as you felt yourself winning. With no time to waste, you successfully did it.

I'll cross the line over and over.

You pierced his ex's heart and left her for dead. Easier for you to do since she was already past drunk in her lingerie.

"Slut" You muttered. You grinned in satisfaction as the blood drew out from her. To you, you were closer to getting Carlos' back.

You danced your way out of her house to the backdoor, heading to the gas cans and spilling them all around the house. Nothing can stop you, the owner is dead and drunk. You sang to yourself, humming a lovely song as you mercilessly poured the flammable substance over and all around.

It's okay if I get hurt, I'll run back to you

A little bit little bit, you lit up a match, the flame burning brightly before your eyes. You smiled, your plan was now coming into action.

A little bit little bit. You threw the match over the now gas coated lawn. Immediately it burst into flames, spreading along to the house.

No matter who you are, over and over,

You did this for Carlos. No matter who he was, no matter how deranged and ill he was, you'll run to him.

It's okay if I get hurt, cause I'll still run to you.

You danced around the lawn covered in cement, joyful over the flaming house. You felt, new, different. Fits of giggles escaped your lips as you swayed along with the wind provoking the burning flame. You twirled around in your dress, freely spinning arms wide as you hummed a song to yourself. You felt at ease, success, not until.

"What the hell!?" You heard a loud voice yell to you. You stopped in your tracks as you imitated a ballerina bowing while holding your dress. You grinned at the familiar voice calling out to you.

"Who's crazy nowww?!!" You screamed, tilting your head back while you laughed out loud. Carlos stared at you in awe.

"What about-" "I killed her, Carlos."

You walked closer to him while you grabbed his hand and yanked him closer to you. Both of your figures stood against the bright burning house.

You cupped Carlos' cheek, a bewildered look in his face. Getting on your tiptoes, you leaned to him and whispered once more.

"I did this for you."

Carlos pushed you away, making you stumble through your tracks.

"Are you fucking crazy?! You can't do crime! You dumbass, evidences everywhere, I-" He raised his hands to grip his hair "-you're insane! I clearly told you to stay away! What have you done?"

"Proving you wrong, baby" You cooed, sticking out your tongue playfully at him. He crossed his eyebrows and screamed at you.

"I'm not playing around, Y/N! You're shit at being sneaky! Now you're part of the scene. Jesus, I-"

"You told me you don't want me involved. You told me I wouldn't listen. Can you take the hint now, Carlos?" You provoked him.

Carlos sweats from the proximity to the flaming house, wiping his sweat profusely as he panics, figuring out a plan.

"You're right. I got the hint" Carlos commented before he grabbed you and trapped you to his embrace yet again. Only this time, he wasn't threatening you with a knife.

He was threatening you with his gun.

"You were never part of my plan, Y/N. You've been a distraction and now look, you escorted yourself to hell."

"And what are you gonna do about it sweetheart?" You asked.

Carlos clicks the safety trigger as the gun was pressed in your temples. "Get rid of the distraction. Thank you for making it easier for me, amor."

This time, you weren't afraid anymore. "At least you still get to finish your plan, killing your ex. Would that make you happy?"

You felt hesitation in his breath. Though you couldn't see his face, you felt his beating heart while your back was pressed against his chest.

"I-" Carlos stuttered.

"No, no that's okay" You reassured him, leaning back your head to fall on his shoulder, not giving a damn if he pulls the trigger right then and now. "No matter what people say, even if it hurts, it doesn't matter-" You held back a sob.

"- you would prove them right, Carlos. That it was dangerous for me to stay in love with you."

"But" You spoke, softly this time "It still wouldn't matter. They can think whatever they want. Because they, not even you, cant stop me from loving you, Carlos."

Now that you were in his grip, you felt at ease. There was a loaded gun ready to fire at your skull, but you didn't care. What you cared about, was that you were back in the embrace from the man you had always loved. You braced yourself, closing your eyes as tears fall down your scarred cheek. Your breathing relaxed, you were ready.

But, the gunshot never made it's way out.

Suddenly, the cold weapon left your temples as you were spun around. Opening you eyes, you saw him holding you by the shoulders.

Carlos was crying. He was gritting his teeth and pursing hips lips, holding back his tears. His shoulders were trembling and his hands were shaking.

Immediately, you cupped his face and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. It broke you, you didn't remember the last time he cried. But when he did, it shattered your heart. For a man with a stoic demeanor to be breaking down like this, within the crumbles of a burning house in front of his previous girlfriend, he was indeed broken.

Before you were able to shush him from crying, he leaned in and kissed you roughly.

Carlos has never felt any ounce of affection ever since he went rogue. Too much heartbreak and problems caused him to go insane, pushing away any ounce of interactions but instead cutting them off in the farthest lengths he would go to.

To feel your lips against his, Carlos remembered what it was like to love you.

His hands slithered around your waist as yours circled on the nape of his neck, fingers tangling themselves around his soft but frizzed curls. Both your lips attacked each other with a mix of aggression and affection. Rough but sensual. The moment you leaned your torso closer to his, Carlos travelled his hands from your waist to the back of your thighs. You caved in and jumped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, not letting go of the kiss. He carried you with ease, leading you to the nearby tree as he crashed your back to the trunk of the tree that served as a support for the both of you.

You couldn't decipher the exact emotions as you devoured each other. There was hints of annoyance, but tenderness. The way Carlos kissed you was both desperate but delicate. Your hands fiddled with the locks of his hair, making him constantly groan against your lips. Hungrily he caved in, biting your bottom lip letting you gasp. The moment you let your mouth agape, his tongue played against yours.

Carlos kept you steady. He kept you alive. He could have mercilessly killed you in front of your first crime scene, but no. He held back. The way you proved himself to him, showed him how desperate you were to the lengths of even getting as insane as he did, it made him want you back.

Carlos Madrigal wanted you back.

Sirens of a mix with both firetrucks and police cars filled both your eardrums, making you two pull away. As much hot as it was around you, the kiss was even hotter. Too bad it had to end early.

Carlos set you down to your ground, fixing your dress and picking up the gun that he didn't even realize he dropped.

"You're now tied with me, princesa. Whether you like it or not." He handed his gun to you.

"I told you, I'll run to you" You smirked, giving him a small peck in the lips before facing the still burning house.

"If that's the case, you're now a fugitive, AND a criminal, baby." He teased you, interlocking his hands with yours and swaying it with ease.

"Run away with me?" Carlos asked you.

You looked up to him and hugged his arm. "Whatever, whenever baby!"

Carlos let out a genuine smile as he ruffled your hair. You giggled at him psychotically, squealing as you heard the sirens getting louder and louder.

"I'll cross the line over and over, and if I get hurt it's okay, cause I'll run to you" You poked his cheek as he rolled his eyes.

"From now on, you're under my care once again, mi vida." Carlos turned to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and traced your jaw. He stopped at your chin and tilted it higher, making you look at him.

"I'll never let anything hurt you ever again."

Carlos whispered, giving you yet another small kiss to your lips which made you laugh. Letting go, he taunted you.

"Let's go before the police finds us"

No matter who you are, over and over, it's okay if I get hurt, cause I'll run to you.

And you did. You ran to him, and got him back. You got Carlos back. Since that faithful night you thought that you could change him. You thought that you could bring him back to you,

But as it turns out instead, he changed you.

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