Multifandom One-shots

125. The True Confession - Carlos x female reader (Descendants)

The afternoon sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of Jane and Y/N's dorm room, casting a warm glow on the decor. The room, a blend of whimsical and cozy, was a testament to the sisters' different and indifferent tastes. At the center of the room, Carlos paced nervously, his heart racing as he rehearsed the words that he hoped would finally express what he had been feeling for so long.

"Okay, Carlos, just remember to speak from the heart," Jane said with a reassuring smile. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her eyes focused on her friend.

Carlos nodded, his gaze darting between Jane and the small bouquet of flowers he had carefully arranged for his confession. His palms were sweaty, and he fidgeted with the edge of his notebook. "I've got this," he muttered to himself, though his voice betrayed his nerves.

Carlos took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands. He glanced at Jane, who nodded encouragingly, and then turned his attention back to the small bouquet of flowers. The delicate petals seemed to mock his nerves; their vibrant colors were a stark contrast to his anxiety.

"Okay, here goes," Carlos said, his voice barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat and began, "Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you..."

Trying to continue, he opens his mouth, but no sounds come through. Carlos's throat tightened, and he struggled to push the words past the lump that had formed. He glanced at Jane, who offered a small, encouraging nod.

Carlos's frustration was palpable as he threw his hands up in exasperation. "Why is this so hard!?" he exclaimed, pacing back and forth, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from his own anxiety.

Jane chuckled softly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "It's supposed to be hard, Carlos. That's how you know it's important. Just take a deep breath and speak from the heart.

Carlos paused, absorbing Jane's words as he rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans. He knew she was right; this moment was significant, and that's precisely what made it so daunting. Gathering his resolve, he approached the small bouquet again, its fragrance mixing with the tension in the room.

"I... Y/N." Carlos took another deep breath, but the words still eluded him. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to steady his shaking hands. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts—of what-ifs and maybes. Every time he tried to speak, his voice wavered, betraying the storm of anxiety brewing inside him.

Carlos began once more, his voice steadier now: "Since the day we met, you've brought so much light into my life." He dared to look directly at Jane for a moment, drawing strength from her supportive gaze, before turning back to the flowers in his hands.

"You're kind, funny, and you have this way of making everyone around you feel valued," Carlos continued, each word gaining momentum as he spoke from his heart. "I... I've come to realize that what I feel for you goes beyond friendship."

The admission hung in the air, and Carlos finally met Jane's eyes again, silently pleading for reassurance. She responded with an encouraging nod, prompting him to continue.

"I know this might change things between us, and I'm scared of losing our friendship," Carlos confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I can't keep pretending that these feelings aren't there."

At that precise moment, the dorm room door creaked open softly. Unbeknownst to both Carlos and Jane, Y/N had just entered the room, drawn by the commotion. She stood in the doorway, her eyes widening as she overheard Carlos's heartfelt words. The tension in the room seemed to crackle with a new energy as Y/N's heart sank.