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pluviophile-bookworm · 3 years

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HSMTMTS 2x10: New and a bit alarming... ok, very alarming

I don't even know at this point if I'm more nervous or excited for this episode. I've done my waiting and, well, whatever lies ahead, good or bad, or a little bit of both, I just can't wait anymore, even though I haven't been so scared to press play since... well, since last week. Guess I should just go for it, then:

Ooh, shady Seb doing the recap! We love to see it. Like, seriously, I'm anxious about the Seblos fight, but shady Seb is kind of my new favourite Seb.

I just... Ashlyn's acting is top tier. Emotional connection to the material? Superb! Chemistry with her co-lead... well, he'd have to be co-leading for any chemistry to be possible. I love Ricky, and I feel for him with all he's been through, but he's just not lead material right now. And it shows. Especially next to Ashlyn, who is killing it!

Miss Jenn is on the verge of a bloody mental breakdown and I just... wish I could do something to make things better. She reminds me of my mum when a deadline approaches for her to submit an article, and I just feel for her right now. Gosh, I'm feeling for everybody today. My empathy seems to be at its peak and I might just burst from all these emotions this episode is making me feel even before the 5-minute mark.

Ok, but Miss Jenn being stressed means Carlos is stressed for two, which means... this is a really bad time for him and Seb to have personal problems. My heart just can't handle it.

Wow... I never thought I'd see the day! The two leads are actually talking to each other! This is a mid-July miracle!

Why does everyone keep pretending their HSM was good? It was a flaming hot mess! A child could see that.

Miss Jenn needs a lot of work on her 'gracious face'. I, like Carlos, have quite some notes. Only mine aren't exactly, how do you say... verbally formulated quite yet.

Did Carlos just refer to Miss Jenn as 'mother'? Because yes.

I've been in a couple of local theatre productions in my day, but none of them had actual physical sets — we relied on the audience's imagination quite a lot — so I wouldn't know what a good set is made of... but even I can tell that plywood and Elmer's glue = not good.

Kourtney is a multi-tasking icon and we love her. I feel like I don't say this enough, but she deserves all the love.

Ooh, shady Seb is... well, shady! 'Quit school and get a job at the pizza shop?' — I mean, you don't see Reddy or Kourtney (or Howie, for that matter) quitting school in order to work at the Slices! Those kids juggle it all and, as someone who's never had to balance school and a job all at once, they have my deepest admiration.

Still, I think they should have thought about 'inventing' something re: transformation earlier than this point. The personal drama has taken up too much of their time.

Why does everyone keep inviting people over to Ashlyn's? I mean, it's not like I've ever heard her complain, but the girl needs some rest! And her house is not a public space.

Oh, so they're making this into a contest? I mean, I have never been a fan of competition, but to each their own. And Redlyn are hosting! This is going to be so beautiful! (You know, unless the boys try to sleep — see my post from yesterday about Reddy's background noise machine)

'I'm not worried. But North High should be!' Ooh, I love this look on Ashlyn! See, there's a lead to take notes from! And Ricky should be the first to do so. Take notes about what a lead acts like, I mean.

Oooooh, Big Red claps back! We love to see it. Although, you know, it stems from the fact that he's nervous about coming up with a solution to the transformation problem. 'I get bossy around the power tools' — Yes, sweetie, and I love that look on you. Maybe you should be around power tools more often, if that helps.

Ughhh, look what the cat brought in! Lily (I wish I knew her last name so I could refer to her by it exclusively, but we'll have to make do). I hate that girl. She reminds me quite exactly of the girl who bullied me in seventh grade to the point where I wished I'd die before having to deal with her at school again. She and Lily both bring out my aggressive side, and I hate that about them.

Ricky — 'so good at being a leading man'? I don't know what Lily is playing at here, but Ricky has not shown himself to be a very good leading man this season. He has the potential to be, but he has not fulfilled it by this point. Sure, he supports his friends and they support him, but that's basic decency. Not yet good leadership. No hate on Ricky, just the truth.

'I vaguely remember him' — please tell me this is setup for Ricky leading Lily on and then slamming the door in her face with the truth. The way I see it, he's been given a chance here. A chance to be the supportive, protective best friend Big Red deserves. I just... have a lot of ideas about this and I don't want it to end badly instead.

'I'm just not well-liked here, and I don't know what to do' — well, of course you aren't well-liked, you little— (ok, ok, calm down, breathe, 10, 9, 8...) whatever. I mean, she hasn't even considered basic decency, as it seems. Must be a new concept to her.

'Don't start with me, Carlos!' Wow. As much as I hate it that my two faves' only interaction in so long is so hostile, I kind of like this side of Big Red. I wonder what other sides of himself he's been hiding.

Listen, I don't like Seb being patronised and babied, but... 'Chip, this is your mother speaking: go call your mother!' made me laugh so hard. They're leaning into the on-stage family dynamic and I live for it.

EJ's idea of using old skateboards for the spinning contraption is... a brilliant callback to the fact that Ricky and Big Red were first characterised as skateboarders... you know, before diving headfirst into the theatre thing. And it feels like it might actually work.

Miss Jenn's excitement at seeing Mr Mazzara ('Benjamin!!!') is perhaps only topped by the fact that he was halfway home, got a text from her and instantly went back to the school. I mean, these two have something that's really big.

Miss Jenn referring to the kids as 'my children', combined with Carlos calling her 'mother' earlier just warms my heart so much! Those guys really are family. I live for it.

Ok, but... as clear as it is that the Wildcats are very far behind NH in terms of budget, rehearsal time and who knows what else, I hate seeing Miss Jenn resigned to them losing. I want to see her have faith in them, talk about how they will win, and, in her own words, 'trust the process'. I mean, I guess it's good that, as a teacher, she wants to prepare her kids for a possible defeat (and I mean really possible if they don't step up their game immediately, especially some of them * cough* Ricky *cough *), but a team that goes out to the field expecting to lose has a very minimal chance of winning.

Despite everything I've been saying again and again about Nini lately, the fact that she just delivered a very different 'No, Seb' has just redeemed her. See, this one wasn't dismissive or patronising — this was like, 'no, Seb, don't put yourself down' and I love that spin on the catchphrase I'd grown to hate. See, many things can be redeemed. And some simply cannot. * cough* Devil's spawn Lily *cough *. Also, Seb being self-conscious about the fact that Carlos 'doesn't have many options' at East Hight is the perfect setup for In a Heartbeat — meaning they will either have a chance to talk about their issue, or they have a telepathic connection, in which case, what kind of soulmate stuff is that?

'You're my sister; he's my cousin' — yeah, Ash, putting it like that makes it sound a lot weirder than it should, but I do get what you're trying to say. This is not a drill! Ashlyn is a Portwell shipper (heck, maybe even the captain of that ship) — but I feel like we already knew that.

'Why'd I never hear about this?' — and there it goes. Within the same scene, Nini was redeemed and then made aggravating again. What does she care if Gina thought Ricky sent her chocolates? He didn't. Because he and Gina can't be anything but very good friends. And I feel like good friends is what Gina needs. Maybe that's why I wanted EJ to be that for her initially (or it was because I'm aroace and don't tend to notice romantic attraction between fictional characters — or real people for that matter — unless it's explicitly stated to be there). But I've been on board of the majestic S.S. Portwell for a few weeks now and it's finally about to set sail.

Yeah, Nini, get a root beer, calm the heck down and get over it!

'Your other clockwise!' — Why does this even need to be said? How many 'clockwise's are there? I absolutely understand why Big Red gets the way he gets around power tools. I'd be on edge too, if the people I was trying to work with didn't know what way clockwise is. Still, I feel like by the time I'm 30, nobody younger than me would have a reason to know what way clockwise is, and I don't know if I feel bad or neutral about it.

Oh, so there's no telepathy involved in Seblos' problem resolution — it's been Redlyn's good communication all along. I might have known.

Ooh, Portwell is being discussed on both sides! PORTWELL NATION HOW WE FEELING

Nini? Why is everything about Nini? There's no way everything is about Nini. In all seriousness, though, EJ's worries about letting the next girl go seem valid in regards to Gina, given that she explicitly stated (though not within earshot of EJ or anyone who could have tipped him off) that she needs someone who will show up and stay. But they'll figure it out. They'll find a way. I know it. They will, or I will riot, and I know I won't be alone in that.

Ooh, Howie is giving Kourtney the original blueprints! Looks like Reddy isn't the only one who has a spy on the inside.

Ahhh, Ricky! Not 'Let You Go' again. I haven't cried to it in three days and I was not ready to break that streak. But... wait, this is where Carlos approaches Ricky to ask him for help with writing a song for Seb, isn't it? I am definitely ready for this.

Oh, is it... is it Ricky who suggests Carlos write a song for Seb? Now that is what a good leading man looks like.

'I'm adjusting to being called bro' — me too, Carlito, me too. But... this scene must have been so emotional for Josh, given that he hadn't come out yet. I remember him crying during The Climb and... all I'm saying is I want Ricky to come out at some point, too.

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh... they were just talking about love languages and that's when Carlos shows up? Cinematic. Wait, there's Portwell too? This is what dreams are made of.

My oh my oh my! Risotto! For real this time. I might have just teared up. (Full disclosure: I did.) I've only had Portwell for about three weeks, but if anything happens to them, I will... you know how the meme goes. [side note: Wait, when I said 'for real this time', I was not expecting EJ would say it, much less word for word. Am I... writing this show now? It's usually my dad who predicts people's lines in TV shows]

'Not that I know of'... excuse me while I hyperventilate! These two are literal soulmates. They might share a brain, too, for all that I know. Portwell nation you ok guys?

I love that Ricky helped Carlos out with this song and is supporting him through it, but... I just might have preferred for him not to be there. I kind of need Seblos to have this moment to themselves. But, you know, with the way they feel about each other it might as well be like they're alone in the universe, let alone the room.

Ok, but Frankie's voice... brings out feelings in me that I didn't know I was capable of. Make of that what you will. Also, I'm not sobbing my eyes out, you are.

Ahhh Reddy my sunshine my sweet boy I love you but why did you have to cut Seblos' moment short? They were going to kiss, I know it. Oh well, they probably will, later on. Off-screen probably, but who cares? Not everything is for us to see. At least Carlos and Ricky had a moment there... Carlos calling Ricky 'bro' made me more emotional than I expected. It's like Miss Jenn says in s1: 'They're best bros, and that's a sacred thing... for reasons I will never understand'.

Ricky's acting sounds like a cat about to spit up a hairball, and it's so funny... in a scene that is supposed to be arguably the most dramatic of the entire play, that is not a good thing.

Oh my, oh my... you did not! You did not just end the episode with Ricky taking a fall from who knows how high. I was not ready. This episode was entirely too much for me. I will need 10 to 15 business days to recover from this, and we all know there aren't that many. But in the meantime you'll find me obsessively listening to In a Heartbeat for hours on end. Seriously, this episode is too much.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #ricky bowen #nini salazar-roberts #gina porter #ej caswell #ashlyn caswell #ashlyn moon caswell #big red redonovich #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew-smith #kourtney greene #hsmtmts miss jenn #hsmtmts mr mazzara #jnk #seblos #portwell #redlyn #jenzara

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redlyncentral · 3 years

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High school musical, the musical, the convention, the book, my reaction.

- LMFAO ASH CALLING EJ OLD

- EJ TAKES ARCHERY LESSONS??? CASWELL COUSINS NEVER SLEEP IT'S CONFIRMED.

- "Remember what miss Jenn always says?"

"trust the process?"

"Nope, 'is that the last apple?'"

- NOT EJ CALLING NINI THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE

- "I give her my most feminist-fierce look"

- Gina listens to k-pop? I love that! Bet she's a huge blackpink fan like her actress.

- I can't believe they said Gina and ash who are both confirmed sophomores are in different school years???

- Ricky should have a dog. That's an observation I made. Like a big fluffy brown one.

- ej taking his own car to Wyoming because he doesn't want to get stuck with singing theatre kids. icon

- "not only women changed the world" big red would NEVER say that.

- "aren't we all animals?" oh ricky bowen, great beast foreshadowing btw

- Carlos is such a leo.

- so many things we first saw or heard of in s2 were established here like Salt lake slices, Ricky spending the vacation at his dad's etc.

- SANDY SOUNDS LIKE A DOUCHE ALREADY. LOVE WHEN BOOKS HAVE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

- "it takes my mind off ashlyn" oh he IN LOVE in love!!! Good for him!!!

- "I still can't believe we [kissed]" BELIEVE IT UR GONNA DATE IN LIKE TWO WEEKS???

- "I really like ashlyn" he went from that to "[me liking Ashlyn is the] understatement of the year". GOOD FOR HIM!!!

- "girls are mysteries" DUDE!!! SHE KISSED YOU!!! SHE VERY MUCH LIKES YOU!!!

- "What if she changed her mind [about the kiss] LISTEN. I'M ABOUT TO FIND A WAY TO ENTER THIS FICTIONAL BOOK AND TELL U ABOUT HOW S2 IS GONNA GO.

- BIG RED TRYING TO TEXT ASH. HE HAS MY WHOLE HEART.

- SIX ATTEMPTS? BABY JUST BE YOURSELF SHE LOVES U ALREADY

- NOT BIG RED NOT GOING TO THE CONVENTION!!! MRS REDONOVICH I CAN FILL IN FOR HIM!!!

- Miss Jenn had her driver's license since 2000 and she's 35 in 2020. I'll calculate that later.

- "Kourtney and I have a lunch date" POTTS FAMILY RIGHTS!!!

- "big red said-" yup kourtney and big red pizzaria besties so true.

- I'm genuinely excited seeing some friendships again okay

- sebbie ilysm. pls be my friend.

- EJ TAKES ARCHERY CLASSES, WAS A BOY SCOUT AND IS SENIOR CLASS TREASURER??? WHAT DOESN'T HE DO??? (SLEEP.)

- ok nini and ej are on good terms now. It was never really talked about in the show after they broke up

- TWO OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS NOT GOING. *enter the 'not this' video"

- Ok so everyone know that ej bought Gina the plane ticket or just Nini? How does she know, exactly?

- Ashlyn got new crystals after giving hers away to Miss Jenn. It's good to know though it's not crucial.

- the way they don't work yet because they're not charged w energy. pls

- "I'm beginning to think they're just pretty rocks" maybe u bought fake ones???

- the way ashlyns like "oh it's snowing? maybe we should huddle for warmth" like twice in the series. She's such a hugger 💞

- weird text from big red, huh. Maybe you should text him again 👀

- ASH HE'S IN LOVE W U AND SCARED TO RUIN THINGS

- "this is life, not a rehearsal" CARLOS WOULD N E V E R SAY THAT.

- Miss Jenn being petty and not sharing her room is kind of a mood.

- seblos facetime 💗

- frozen reference? Interesting.

- Ricky writing a song named "confusion"... 👀

- RICARLOS FRIENDSHIP.

- ASHLYN TALKING ABOUT BIG RED YES.

- I get that big red was worried but he should've texted ash back.

- Gina. Tell ash to send that text. I'M BEGGING YOU.

- "you're telling him by texting that you're crazy about him". she's in love with him. Let her.

- OK SHE SAID THEY KISSED. Gina is 100% aware okay

- not CHASE. Gina. Have you MET big red???

- ofc ash suggests snow angels 😭 I love her

- kourt ily pls stop doubting urself u can be multitalented and proud of it

- big red stalking ash's socials because he feels bad for not going to the convention 😭

- omg no I don't want him to feel bad ash pls text him

- NOT A GAME! THESE ARE TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE. GINA.

- SHE'S TEXTING HIM!!! AHH.

- could you tell i love redlyn?

- gina pls just be urself and give ash your true thoughts

- SHE'S NOT TEXTING HIM. ASHLYN MOON CASWELL-

- Mr mazzara has been whipped for two seasons now wbk

- EJ ACCIDENTALLY GOING TO A MEDITATION CONVENTION 😭 ASH WOULD BE SO PROUD

- EJ IS FINALLY HERE IN PERSON.

- chapter twenty four. There's only five ash and big red chapters until chapter FORTY NINTH. help.

- Carlos missing Seb is adorable

- they're really into frozen I see

- everyone's treating EJ like he's so old 😭

- "almost all of [the theater kids] seem to be having some kind of personal crisis, emotional turmoil or explosion of self-doubt"... Yeah, are you new?

- NOT BIG RED BEING ABLE TO GO TO THE CONVENTION TOO LATE. EXCUSE ME MRS REDONOVICH.

- BIG RED YOU DUMBASS YOU HAVE A CAR.

- NOT BIG RED USING EMOJIS-

- "Hasn't he got a million cousins?" KNEW IT. I FUCKING CALLED IT IN MY PASSOVER FIC. I'M SO HAPPY

- Ashlyn also has a big family? Oh, their wedding is gonna be MASSIVE

- EJ PICKING UP HIS FUTURE COUSIN IN LAW 😭😭😭 platonic redj has my heart.

- "I guess hey is word of the week" ash is such a caswell 😭

- not ash being cold about him coming there like she's happy but duddukfd

- I get why she's annoyed but. UGH. Not redlyn angst. My heart can't handle this.

- kourt you are very much an advanced singer pls

- ash and gina taking a bad workshop is so funny pls

- kourt 😭

- NOT RICKY IN THE BET ON IT WORKSHOP.

- diane... Interesting.

- awe kourtney getting the validation she deserves!!! Good for her!!!

- "wildcat it up".

- NOT AVOID ASHLYN. BIG RED.

- okay he can't ignore her. Good.

- Ashlyn why are you acting brand new Ricky told u this 😭

- why is gina ignoring big red.

- big red not knowing what epiphany means 😭

- not big red regretting this already. Hi dummies pls communicate it hurts to read

- thank god they learned from this for 2x08

- Ricky pls ask big red about Ashlyn.

- awe Lucas and Nini met!!!

- I wanna hug Carlos, like, poor thing. He didn't get to participate in the workshops or spend time with his boyfriend.

- "I can't even pretend to understand [what's going on with big red and Ashlyn]" Ricky. Ur a bad friend. Sorry not sorry.

- caswen... 👀

- Ricky being Gabriella. So true

- "we're drama kids. Our imaginations are out of control"

- STAY FOR THE SING-A-LONG. HAVE FUN U DUMMIES.

- THEY WROTE A SONG FOR KOURT!!! 🥺 WHAT SHE DESERVES

- MY KIDS ARE FINALLY COMMUNICATING!!! FINALLY. UGH.

- they love each other I'm really glad this was resolved

- Natalie getting offended by being accused of being her emotional support rodents to the convention as she should be. I have ones too. It's no joking matter.

- SEB!!!

- ahh seblos reunited!!!

- ej having unexpected friendship w Seb and red. My rights tbh

- Carlos and EJ hug??? I need it now

- okay finished it!!! It was. A cute read.

#paz takes #hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #hsmtmts the road trip #the road trip spoilers #this was A LOT #redlyn was. wow

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onetwothreefarkle · 2 years

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ahh hello!! what about 12? :D

SUNNY I AM THE WORST. I finished this several days ago and then COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST IT. I am so so sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! It's set just before 1x05 because Homecoming can be so personal.

Carlos tapped his foot anxiously, arms crossed in front of his chest. The line for Homecoming tickets was moving excruciatingly slow, and he seemed to be the only person in line who was alone. Almost everyone else was partnered up, giggling and excited about spending an evening with their special someone. Carlos’ stomach churned. This was a stupid, stupid idea. He should just step out of line and forget about the whole thing. It wasn’t like Seb would say yes anyway. Seb was cute and funny and sweet and was about to be a star, once the world saw him as Sharpay. Carlos, on the other hand, was abrasive and loud, simultaneously too much and not enough. There was no way Seb would be even a little bit interested in him, let alone enough to dance with him in front of the whole school.

He sighed, just about to give up and leave the line, when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He swiveled around to see Ashlyn standing behind him, a wide smile on her face.

“Carlos!” She exclaimed, her brown eyes bright with excitement. “Are you going to Homecoming?”

“A-Ashlyn, hi,” he swallowed thickly. “Uh, no, I'm not. I was thinking of asking someone, but it’s stupid. He’ll just say ‘no’ anyway. So, I’m just going to–”

“Okay, two things,” Ashlyn cut him off, her smile fading into more of an unimpressed, exasperated look. “One, who said you need a date to go to Homecoming? I’m going by myself. We can dance together, as friends. And two, if you’re talking about a certain blonde farmboy, he’s going to say 'yes'.”

Carlos blanched. “How did you know I was talking about Seb?”

She chuckled. “Come on, you’re not exactly subtle. You realize he’s the only person you haven’t once snapped at during rehearsals?”

“Oh.” He felt his cheeks burn. “I didn’t realize.” Was it really that obvious? Did Seb know?

“No, Seb doesn’t know,” she rolled her eyes, seemingly reading his mind. “He’s a little oblivious.”

Carlos dropped his head into his hands. It was hopeless. If he was really as obvious as Ashlyn said, surely Seb would’ve said something by now, "Unless he just doesn’t like me back.”

“So, I guess Seb isn’t the only oblivious one,” Ashlyn shook her head, amused and affectionate. “Come on, you’d have to be blind or EJ not to notice that Seb has a crush on you! The boy has no poker face.”

Carlos’ breath caught. “You really think he likes me?”

“I know he likes you.” Ashlyn smiled again, and it was warm and comforting and Carlos felt slightly more at ease. “But if you’re still nervous, do you want to practice on me?”

He blinked at her. “Practice?”

“Yeah, you know, pretend I’m Seb and ask me to homecoming,” she explained. “We have to do something to pass the time in this ridiculous line, and it might make you feel better.”

Carlos sighed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Alright, I guess we can try.

“Go on then.” She nodded encouragingly, motioning for him to continue.

“Okay, uh,” he cleared his throat. “Hi, Seb.”

Ashlyn plastered a too-big smile on her face and spoke in an overly soft tone. “Hi, Carlos!”

“He does not sound like that,” Carlos huffed. “You sound like Snow White.”

She smirked. “Oh, sorry, I was going for Cinderella.”

“He doesn’t sound like Cinderella either,” Carlos insisted.

“He kinda does.”

“He does not!” His voice rose up, and a few other people in line turned their heads towards them.

“Carlos,” she put a hand on her hip. “Stop stalling and ask me to Homecoming already.”

“Okay, okay,” he took a deep breath. “Seb. Y’know, homecoming is next week.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ashlyn nodded, over-enthusiastic, and batted her eyes at him. “Are you going with anyone?”

"Actually…” He hesitated. Even though it wasn’t real, the same anxieties bubbled up in his chest. “I have an extra ticket,” he blurted. “Would you like to go with me?"

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow. “An extra ticket? You want him to know you like him, right?”

“I–” Carlos hesitated. “I don’t want to come on too strong.”

“Carlos,” she shook her head. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all day. And I’ve talked to EJ twice.”

“Well, you don’t have to be mean about it!” Carlos snapped, defensive.

“I just mean that, judging by the way Seb looks at you when you’re not looking, it would be very difficult for you to come on too strong,” Ashlyn explained.

“The–” His voice cracked. “The way he looks at me?”

She nodded. “He’s into you, trust me. Just try asking normally.”

“Okay.” Carlos took a deep breath. “Seb, will you go to Homecoming with me?”

“Oh, Carlos!” Ashlyn spoke again in her exaggerated impression of Seb, swooning dramatically. “Of course, I will! You’re so handsome and charming—”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Carlos gave her a gentle shove. “He doesn’t act like that.”

She laughed. “Whatever you say.”

He fell silent for a moment as they shuffled up in line. Somehow they’d almost gotten to the front of the line in the short time they’d been talking. Carlos’ stomach tightened, and he considered stepping out of line. But he looked at Ashlyn, at the expectant, eager look on her face, and he couldn't do it.

“You really think he’ll say 'yes'?”

“I know he will,” she answered. “And when he does, I expect you to save at least one dance for me.”

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Carlos Rodriguez #Ashlyn Caswell #Seb Matthew-Smith #I don't think we talk about Carlos and Ashlyn's friendship in 1x05 enough #seblos drabble #seblos fan fiction #my fic #my fan fiction #Sunny ☀️

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onetwothreefarkle · 2 years

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play again the music (it's a song that I've been waiting to hear)

Inspired by Frankie's new hair. Not entirely sure what this is, if I'm honest. But enjoy! Seblos, fluff and some angst. POV shifts.

Carlos

It was early afternoon on a Saturday, a crisp fall day. The kind of day Carlos normally would’ve spent with Seb, curled up on the couch or out picking apples on the farm. But instead, he was at the salon, getting his regular cut.

“You ready?” Sondra, his stylist, stepped out from behind the counter.

Carlos jumped up from the black leather seat in the waiting area. “Yeah, definitely.”

“The usual?” She asked, as she led him back to the shampoo station.

“Yep, just a trim.” He sank down into the chair, and tried not to think too hard about the fact that he’d had the same haircut since he was ten years old.

She made small talk as she lathered up his scalp, like she always did. “How’s Seb?”

“Seb’s good,” he told her. “A little upset that we’re not spending the day together.”

Sondra laughed. “Of course he is. You two are too cute.”

"Ah, well, we try our best," Carlos joked.

"I can't believe you guys are juniors now," she shook her head. "It seems like just yesterday you were nervously telling me that you wanted to ask him to homecoming."

Carlos flushed. "Yeah, I really can't believe it's been a year."

She rinsed his hair, and then guided him over to the chair. His hair fell limp and wet, drops of water running down his neck. He frowned at his reflection.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do something different this time?” Sondra asked. "You don't seem super happy right now."

He hesitated but nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“What about," she pulled a bottle labeled 40 Volume Developer off the shelf, "The same cut in a different color?"

He craned his neck to look up at her. “What? Color?”

“The client I had scheduled after you canceled,” she shrugged. “My afternoon is wide open. I’m thinking maybe pink?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos looked in the mirror, at the same haircut he’d had his entire life, at the hair his mother insisted on parting awkwardly and flattening with mousse every Sunday. He imagined how she would react, the looks he would get if he stepped into church the next morning with a head of bright pink hair. But then he thought of how his friends would react, how Seb would react. And suddenly he couldn’t think of anything better. Even if his mother was going to have an aneurysm. “What about purple?”

“Oooh, I love that,” Sondra’s eyes lit up. “I could do an ombre, so it would be more purple at the roots and more pink at the ends?”

Carlos grinned. “Let’s do it.”

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Seb

Seb stood, half asleep, at his locker. Monday mornings were no one’s favorite, and that Monday in particular, he was exhausted. He hadn’t seen Carlos all weekend, and with all that free time, his parents had really piled on the chores. He sighed, pulling the books he needed for first period out of his locker, and checking his hair in the small mirror he kept in there.

“Hey, stranger,” came a voice from behind him. He didn’t have to turn to know it was Carlos.

“Hey, love,” Seb barely held back a yawn. “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, you know,” Carlos dragged out his words. “Same old thing. You?”

“Well, I missed you,” Seb said, closing his locker.

“If you missed me so much, why don’t you look at me?”

“Huh?” Seb glanced quickly at his boyfriend, brow furrowed, before turning in the direction of his first class. “I’m going to be late.”

“Sebastian,” Carlos huffed. “Seriously?” He reached out, grabbing Seb’s arm and forcing him to turn around.

Seb froze. Carlos’ hair was purple. And a little bit pink. And maybe some shades that Seb couldn’t name, but Kourtney probably could. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Carlos frowned. “That’s all you can say? ‘Oh’? Don’t you like it?”

“I—it’s—” Seb stumbled over his words, but before he could form a coherent sentence, the first bell rang. “I gotta go.”

He dashed off to class, leaving Carlos standing alone in the hallway. It didn’t occur to him how stupid he was until halfway through Trigonometry class. Carlos had come to school dyed hair. Carlos had come to school with dyed hair that looked amazing, shades of waves of perfectly styled pinks and purples cascaded across his face, the shades contrasting perfectly with his skin tone. Carlos had showed up looking like that and asked Seb if he liked it and Seb—

Had said “Oh.”

He was so dead.

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Carlos

To say that Carlos was furious would've been an understatement. He was livid. He couldn’t believe that Seb brushed him off like that. All his other friends had immediately complemented his new look, and he’d been feeling unstoppable. Sure, his mother hadn’t been happy about it—”You can’t go like that to church! What will people think?” “Fine! Then I won’t go to church!” — but that fight had been worth it for the compliments he got from Kourtney and Gina, and the high fives from Ricky and Big Red. But if Seb didn’t like it? Carlos didn’t know what he would do. The temptation to dye his hair brown again was high, but he reminded himself that he didn’t do it for Seb. He did it for himself.

Still though.

He fidgeted all the way through his morning classes, wondering. Maybe it was too much for Seb. Seb had always been a bit more conservative than Carlos, opting for more neutral tones and less eye-catching fashion. Granted, Carlos knew that part of that was simply the result of wearing hand-me-downs and buying clothes that could get dirty on the farm. Seb had loved playing Sharpay, wearing bright pink and glitter and makeup.

So maybe Carlos was overreacting.

Or maybe Seb hated it.

Carlos groaned as he left his English class and headed towards his locker to exchange his books for his PE uniform. Ugh. At least being a junior afforded the option of taking yoga instead of traditional PE, but he would’ve liked it even better if he didn’t have to take it at all. It was extremely unfair that the band kids didn’t have to take PE credits but Color Guard did. Just because Color Guard was an extracurricular as opposed to a class.

Carlos got to his locker, and stopped short when he realized Seb was already there, waiting for him.

“I messed up,” Seb said, before Carlos could even open his mouth. “I messed up, and I’ve been going crazy for the past two class periods thinking about how I could fix it, and I’m going to start with this. Your hair looks amazing, I was literally speechless because of it.”

“Seb,” Carlos fought back a smile. “It’s okay.”

“No, I know you,” Seb shook his head. “You definitely thought I hated it.”

“Well,” Carlos crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe a little. But I also had my mom in my head. I don’t think I have to tell you what she thought of it.”

Seb winced. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but still,” Seb took a step forward. “I can’t believe anyone could dislike this. You really do look stunning.”

Carlos blushed slightly. “Really?”

“You know I’m a bad liar.” Seb reached out with one hand, running his fingers through Carlos’ hair. “You just have PE next, right?”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “...Right.”

“Perfect, I have study hall,” Seb said quickly, before yanking Carlos into a firm kiss. It was over as quickly as it began, as they were still in the hallway, but he grinned wickedly when he pulled back. “Wanna ditch?”

Carlos blinked at him. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

Seb twisted his fingers through Carlos’ curls. “It’s just study hall, people ditch all the time. And I know you hate PE.”

Carlos’ eyes fluttered shut almost against his will as he relaxed into Seb’s touch, and he found himself nodding. “I do hate it.”

“Mmmhmm,” Seb leaned in and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ neck, and then another. “So let me show you how much I like your hair.”

Carlos couldn’t fight it any longer. He wasn’t sure when his boyfriend had gone from awkward and unsure to initiating a clandestine makeout session in the middle of the school day, but he wasn’t complaining. “Okay, okay, yeah.”

Seb grinned. “Meet me in the first floor supply closet in ten minutes.”

Carlos pulled him into another quick kiss. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Carlos Rodriguez #Seb Matthew-Smith #seblos fanfic #seblos fan fiction #my fic #my fan fiction #PS: if you're reading this and you're in high school DON'T DITCH CLASS #THIS IS NOT AN ENDORSEMENT OF DITCHING #stay in school kids

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Chapter two! I'm so sorry this late, things have been crazy lately. But I think I should be back on schedule now!

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Carlos Rodriguez #Seb Matthew-Smith #seblos fic #seblos fan fiction #my fic #my fanfiction #cooking class AU

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cashmere!!

whoops this got angsty

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Carlos makes a decision. So does Seb.

I am SO EXCITED for y'all to read this one.

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Puppy Dog Tails

Just some tooth-rotting seblos fluff! Future fic based off this post. I hope you like it, @redmeanslove

Summary: Seb comes home with a surprise (also read on AO3)

Carlos stood in his kitchen, stirring a mug of hot tea with honey and lemon. Outside, snow was falling, rapidly turning New York City into a winter wonderland, though it was mid-January, so most people were sick of it, especially in the city. Not Carlos, though. Winter was his favorite season (dry skin and chapped lips notwithstanding). The snow reminded him of Salt Lake, and kept him from getting too homesick. Not that he didn’t love his life in New York, but Salt Lake would always be home, no matter how long he spent chasing his Broadway dreams.

He was close to achieving them, too. His choreography had already been nominated for a Tony once, and while this year he was between shows, he had a good feeling about the projects he had in the works, most notably an original show currently in workshops, which meant most of his work was yet to come. In the meantime, he was focused on supporting his boyfriend—soon to be fiancé, if he had anything to say about it—who was currently the star of a genderbent production of Legally Blonde. Carlos couldn’t have been prouder, even if it meant days like these, spent alone in their apartment. Seb had left an hour ago and Carlos had already skimmed through his notes and sent an email to his director about a new routine.

He sipped his tea slowly and sighed. He knew he had things to do, dance routines to practice and more emails to send, and honestly laundry to wash, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any of it. Instead he moved from the kitchenette to the living room, and settled on the couch with his favorite blanket--the one Seb’s mom had gifted them when they first moved into this apartment. It was wool (sheep’s wool from the farm, not cashmere, obviously) and it was thick and warm and it reminded Carlos of home because somewhere along the way he started thinking of the Matthew-Smith’s farm and home as a little bit his. Also, it smelled like Seb always did when they were back in Salt Lake and he was spending time on the farm, sort of earthy and sweet.

Carlos was pulled from his thoughts by the high pitched tone of his text alerts. He set his tea down on the coffee table and pulled out his phone.

New Message From Seb 🥰💖: Guess who’s coming home early?

Message Sent: What? Why?

New Message From Seb 🥰💖: Check your weather app, sweetheart. The storm’s getting worse, our shows are cancelled today so nobody ends up snowed in at the theatre.

Message Sent : OMG

Message Sent: Get home safe!

New Message From Seb 🥰💖: I will

New Message From Seb 🥰💖: Love you!

Message Sent: Love you too!

He set his phone down, and picked up his tea again, though he could barely wipe the smile off his face long enough to take a drink. He knew that Seb would be unhappy about missing a day of work, but he couldn’t help but be excited to spend some extra time with his partner, especially if they had to huddle for warmth. With that thought in mind, he flicked on the TV and began scrolling through their Netflix library, looking for something for them to watch.

45 minutes later, Carlos’s unfinished tea had gone cold on the table, and he had queued up Schitt’s Creek, a show they’d already watched multiple times, and that happened to be one of Seb’s all time favorites. He checked his phone, but there were no new texts from Seb. He frowned. Seb should’ve been home by then.

Message Sent: You almost home?

New Message From Seb 🥰💖: Coming up the stairs now!

Carlos grinned (and sighed in relief that his boyfriend wasn’t stuck out in the snow somewhere freezing to death). He picked up his mug and headed back to the kitchenette to dump out the rest of his tea. No sooner did he set the dish on the drying rack than he heard the door open, followed by some shuffling and grunting.

Wait-- Grunting?

Carlos peaked around the corner to see Seb closing the door behind him while holding a large cardboard box with one arm. Well, this was going to be good.

“Whatcha got there?” Carlos asked, in lieu of a proper greeting.

Seb looked up with a wide smile, cheeks and nose pink from the cold, snowflakes starting to melt in his hair. “What would you say if I brought home six puppies?”

Carlos eyed the box. “What’s in the box?”

Seb didn’t say anything, but a whining sound came from the box.

Carlos put a hand on his hip. “What’s in the box, Seb?”

Seb sighed. “I think you know.”

One of the puppies whined again, prompting Seb to set the box down and pull her out. She was brown, with big eyes and floppy ears, some kind of labrador mix, if Carlos had to guess. “Shhh, it’s okay,” Seb was saying, soothingly, petting the top of her tiny head.

“I want to be mad, but you’re so cute,” Carlos shook his head.

Seb grinned. “Come say ‘hi’ to Anne Boleyn.”

“You named them already?” Carlos rolled his eyes. He’d never met anyone who loved animals as much as Seb did. “Of course you did.”

Seb just stepped forward and deposited the puppy into Carlos’s arms. She squirmed adorably. Seb bent down and started taking the rest of the puppies out of the box. They all looked about the same as Anne Boleyn. Brown and floppy and soft, somehow though Seb was able to differentiate between each one.

“This is Catherine of Aragon and Jane Seymour and--”

“Did you name them after the cast of Six?”

Seb shrugged. “Well, there’s six of them, it makes sense.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “And are they all girls?”

“Gender is a outdated social construct that dogs aren't restricted by,” Seb chirped happily. “But if you’re asking if they’re all female, the answer is no."

“Fair enough.” Carlos looked down at the puppy in his arms. She looked up at him with big brown eyes. “So, how did this happen?”

“I found them on the street!” Seb’s tone turned grave. “Someone had just left them out to freeze in the snow! I had to save them!”

“Wow,” Carlos’s eyes went wide. “That’s awful.”

“I know we can’t keep them,” Seb continued. “But I figured we could take care of them until the weather improves a bit and then we can take them to the animal shelter.”

Carlos nodded. “Sure.” Anne Boleyn chose that moment to lick Carlos’s glasses, pushing them part way off his face. “But they’re your problem.”

Seb giggled. “C’mon, she loves you!”

“If you say so,” Carlos pouted. “Not exactly the kiss I was hoping for.”

“Oh?” Seb grinned. “What kind of kiss were you hoping for?” He leaned in, stopping short of actually connecting their lips so he could fix Carlos’s glasses. “Maybe something like this?”

They kiss with Anne Boleyn squished slightly between their chests. Even after all these years it still makes Carlos’s heart race and warmth flood his body, all the way down to his toes.

“You do know,” he started, pulling back abruptly, “that you can’t convince me to let you keep one just by kissing me, right?”

“Well,” Seb smirked. “I could do more than kiss you.”

Carlos patted his cheek. “Not with six sets of eyes watching you can’t.”

Seb’s smirk turned into a pout. “Can’t we just keep one? I think Anne Boleyn really likes you.”

“Anne Boleyn is adorable, but do you really think she would be happy living in our studio apartment?” Carlos shook his head.

“Yeah,” Seb sighed. “You’re right.”

“Hey,” Carlos poked his partner’s arm. “Someday, after we’ve won a bunch of Tony awards, and we’re ready to retire from Broadway, we can move out of the city, to a big house somewhere and get all the dogs you want.”

Seb looked up hopefully. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” It was an easy promise to make. “I always thought we might end up moving back to Salt Lake eventually.”

“Oh, you’ve thought about our retirement, have you?” Seb grinned. “You don’t think you’ll be sick of me by then?”

Carlos flushed. “Never.” He thought about the engagement ring sitting in his sock drawer, the words Marry Me hanging off the tip of his tongue. He swallowed them. “Impossible.”

“I’ll never get sick of you, either,” Seb pressed a kiss to his cheek. “And I love that you’ve been imagining us retiring to the farm someday.”

“I never said--”

“It was implied,” Seb’s grin didn’t falter. “I’ve gotten pretty good at deciphering your riddles after all these years.”

Carlos couldn’t argue with that, because Seb was obviously right, and a part of Carlos wanted to be annoyed that Seb saw through him so easily, but most of him just felt warm all over. “I love you a lot, Seb Matthew-Smith.”

“I know.” Seb’s voice was soft and overflowing with fondness. “I love you a lot, too.”

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After everyone walks out on rehearsal, Carlos finds himself alone in Miss Jenn's office.

This is the first HSMTMTS fic I've ever posted! I haven't watched season 2 yet (I'm waiting until next week when it's all out) but I've been re-watching season one in preparation, and this just came to me. I hope y’all like it!

#seblos #seblos drabble #seblos one shot #seblos fan fiction #HSMTMTS #HSMTMTS fanfic #Seb Matthew-Smith #Carlos Rodriguez #otp: at least our ties match

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36. "You're the first person I think about when I wake up." 🥰

Thank you so much Mia! This is nothing but tooth rotting fluff! I hope you like it.

They’re sitting on the couch, golden evening sun filtering in and gently warming their skin. It’s late spring, practically summer. Beauty and the Beast closed a week ago, the semester is almost over, and it’s a Friday, so they don’t have much to do. Seb’s mom is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and soon enough they'll have to wash up and help set the table, but that won’t be for at least another half an hour. For now, they’re content to lean against each other and scroll on their phones.

“Hey,” Carlos says, breaking the quiet. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, always,” Seb answers, barely looking up from his phone.

“Why do you always text me first thing in the morning?” Carlos has his phone open to their text thread, and Seb reads his own message from that morning over his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Good Morning, my love. 💖🌈🐄 (5:02 AM)

“Uh,” Seb frowns, brows knit together in confusion. He’d sent that text first thing in the morning. As always, he shut off his alarm, sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and grabbed his phone to text Carlos. As always, it was his first waking thought. “Because I want to say good morning to you?”

“But you could wait,” Carlos insists. “You know I’m not awake when you send those texts. You could wait until I'm awake.”

“That’s true,” Seb shifts nervously under his boyfriend’s weight. “I can stop if you want. If you don’t like it.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Carlos lifts himself up off of Seb’s chest, twisting to look him in the eye. For the millionth time, Seb finds himself caught off guard by just how deep and dark Carlos’ eyes are. He shakes the thought away. “I promise I love it. I was just curious.”

“Oh.” Seb smiles. That’s a much easier question than Seb realized, with a simple, obvious answer. “Well, that’s because you’re the first person I think about when I wake up."

Carlos blushes and rolls the rest of his body so he’s flat on his stomach, chin resting on Seb’s chest. “Really?”

“Mmmhmm,” Seb nods. “And it’s not just people. I think of you before anything else.”

Carlos adjusts his glasses. “Even before the cows?”

“Even before the cows.” Seb rolls his eyes playfully. “And when I think of you, I want to talk to you or text you as soon as possible. I get too excited to wait even a second."

“Well, you’re adorable,” Carlos beams at him. “And for the record, you’re the first thing I think of every morning, too.”

Seb rolls his eyes. “Only because you wake up to my texts.”

“That’s not true!"

Seb gives him a skeptical look.

“Alright, fine,” Carlos exhales loudly. “How about this? You are the last thing I think about at night. And you know that’s not because of texts, since you go to sleep before me.”

Seb’s stomach flips. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Carlos chuckles. “You big dummy.”

“Your big dummy,” Seb corrects. “Also, in my defense, you’re usually thinking about a dozen things at once, so forgive me for assuming I’d have to share space in your brain.”

“Normally that would be true,” Carlos concedes. “But thinking about you takes a lot of brain space. I have to think about your voice and your smile and your eyes and your laugh and your piano playing.” He pauses for a moment. “You’re kind of a lot to process, honey.”

Seb blinks. “You really think that much about me?”

Carlos raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you don’t think that much about me?”

“Of course I do.” There’s nothing Seb thinks about more—all day every day, but especially in the mornings, when it’s quiet and the sky is pink and somehow his feelings always feel bigger than the sunrise itself. “Sometimes I even tell the cows about you.”

Carlos scrunches up his face. “Is that why Milky White always licks me?”

“Nah,” Seb smirks. “She just loves you, and I can’t really blame her for that. You’re very easy to love.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Seb, brown eyes wide and shocked behind his tortoiseshell frames.

Seb blinks at him. “What?”

“I—“ Carlos shakes his head. “Is it just Milky White?”

Seb cocks his head to the side. “What?”

“Is it just Milky White who loves me?” Carlos asks again. "Do you love me?"

“Oh.” Seb clears his throat. “I, uh—“

“Because I love you,” Carlos adds, quickly, voice going up an octave how it always does when he's nervous or stressed.

“Oh,” Seb lets out a shaky breath. “In that case, of course I love you. I was just—“

“Scared?” Carlos finishes. “Me too.”

“But I guess we don’t need to be,” Seb breaks into a grin. “I love you. I love you. God, I feel like I’ve been holding that in for months.”

“Months?”

Seb falters. “Months," he affirms. "I knew I loved you over Spring Break.”

“When we were fighting?” Carlos frowns.

“When I realized it would kill me to lose you,” Seb says, voice quiet. “I was miserable, Carlos, and I never want to feel like that again. When you sang me that song and we worked everything out, I made a vow to myself that I would never come so close to losing you again.”

Once more, words seem to evade Carlos for a moment, but the look in his eyes speaks volumes: soft, vulnerable, open.

“You weren’t going to lose me,” Carlos finally says, voice firm, but heavy with emotion. “And you never will. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much, too.”

Carlos hums, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Just when I think you can’t possibly get any more amazing, you just have to go and prove me wrong.”

Seb feels his cheeks burning. He's hardly processed that Carlos loves him, and he's never gotten used to Carlos complimenting him so freely. It feels too good to be true, like an impossible dream. And yet, somehow, it's real. “Amazing?”

Carlos pulls himself forward, so he’s only inches from Seb’s lips. “Absolutely amazing.” Before Seb can say anything in response, Carlos is surging forward and closing the small distance between them.

The kiss is soft and slow and Seb melts into it, bringing his arms up to grasp at Carlos’ waist. He finds himself lost in it, the rest of the world fading into nothing but white noise, and all he wants is more contact. Electricity sparks through him, and he chases the feeling.

He deepens the kiss, letting his lips fall open slightly in invitation. Carlos’ tongue sneaks out, licking along Seb’s bottom lip—not slow, exactly, but deliberate, careful. Seb, impatient and wanting, moves his hands up Carlos’ spine and into his hair, about to use his new leverage to pull Carlos in and deepen the kiss.

“Carlos! Seb!” Seb’s mom calls from the kitchen. "Wash up and come set the table!"

All too soon Carlos is moving up and away from Seb, Seb’s hands sliding back down his body. “We better go help your mom,” he says, breathless, hovering over Seb.

“Yeah,” Seb nods. “Probably should.”

Carlos shifts to lift himself up and back the rest of the way, but Seb doesn’t let him. Instead, Seb tightens his grip on Carlos’ waist and pulls him back in. “One more,” he mumbles against Carlos’ lips.

“Sebastian!” His mother calls again, louder this time. “I’m not gonna ask again!”

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Seb Matthew-Smith #Carlos Rodriguez #seblos drabble #seblos fic #my fic #my fan fiction #Mia ✨🪛

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I like shiny things (but I'd marry you with paper rings)

Just a soft little proposal fic. 1k. tooth-rotting fluff. written in two sittings, one of which was at 2 AM.

Seb wakes up slowly, with his head buried in his pillow. He’s not sure how early it is, but he knows it’s too early by the chill he feels, even through the blankets. He rolls over, feeling blindly for the warmth of his boyfriend, but is met with empty sheets. He groans, cracking his eyes open just enough to tell that Carlos is indeed nowhere to be found. Unusual, given the early hour, and definitely unwelcome. Seb grunts, forcing himself to sit up. He runs his hand along Carlos’ side of the bed—it’s still somewhat warm, so Carlos hasn’t been up long. Maybe Seb can still convince him to come back to bed. He reluctantly rolls out of bed and shuffles down the short hallway to their kitchen, where he finds Carlos.

Carlos is standing still in the middle of the kitchen. He’s wearing one of Seb’s thick flannel jackets—navy blue with orange stripes. It’s a little baggy on him, and Seb smiles at the sight of it, knowing how Carlos loved to wear his flannels on cold mornings. “They keep me warm,” he always said. “Just like a hug from you.”

“Come back to bed, baby,” Seb says as he reaches his boyfriend. “It’s still early.”

“I—“ Carlos slowly turns around. He hasn’t put his glasses on yet (he won’t until he washes his face), and his hair is curling in wild directions. Seb wants to run a hand through it, but Carlos is still talking. “I was, uh, just going to start the coffee.”

“Coffee can–” Seb cuts off when he finally noticed the small, familiar box in Carlos’ hands, and his stomach drops. “…Wait?”

“I didn’t…” Carlos looks at him with shining, confused eyes. “I just grabbed the—why would you keep this in your pocket?!”

“Good question,” Seb chuckles nervously, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest. “I should’ve known better with how you like to steal my clothes.”

“Is it…” Carlos takes a deep breath. “I mean it’s what I think it is, right?”

Seb nods. “If you think it’s my grandpop’s wedding ring, then, uh. Yeah.” He asked his parents for it the last time they visited the farm. He thought about buying a new ring, something flashier and more Carlos, but in all the memories of his grandparents, he has, this ring is there. It’s catching the summer sunlight in the barn, glinting in the firelight during the winter, cold against his hand when his grandpop adjusted his sticky five-year-old fingers on the piano.

“You’re we’re going to ask me to marry you?” Carlos sniffs. His hands are shaking.

Seb nods again. “That was the plan.”

“Well,” Carlos swallows, and shoves the box into Seb’s hands. “Go on then.”

“What?”

“Ask me.”

“Right now?” Seb blinks. They’re standing next to the sink where last night’s dirty dinner dishes are still soaking and there’s a hole in the toe of the socks he’s wearing, and the light on the coffee maker won’t stop flashing because Carlos never finished starting it. “In the middle of our kitchen? Wearing our pajamas? ” He runs his thumb over the top of the box. “Don’t you want something a little…fancier?”

“I just want you,” his voice comes out breathy and soft.

Seb looks at his boyfriend. Carlos’ brown eyes are wide and warm and there is so much love in them. He takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “Okay. I don’t have much of a speech prepared—“

“It doesn’t matter what you say,” Carlos shakes his head, a smile already pulling at his lips. “It’s us. It’ll be perfect no matter what.”

Seb flushes slightly. There’s so much love in those words, and Seb can hardly believe how lucky he is. “Carlos,” he starts. “You’re insane. And impatient. And ridiculous. I could’ve done this in a nice restaurant, or over a picnic, or literally anywhere other than our kitchen next to some dirty dishes. But that’s what I love about you. You never wait, you never hide, and you never give up–I’m sure no matter how big a fight I put up about this, you would’ve eventually won. Because that’s who you are. And I love you so so much for it. I want to spend the rest of my life just trying to keep up with you.” He drops to one knee and opens the box. Tears are already rolling down both their faces. “Will you—”

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes!”

Carlos surges forward before Seb can make it to his feet and they end up in a pile of the floor, with Carlos on top of Seb, peppering kisses all over his face and neck, before finally capturing his lips. It tastes like salt from their tears and they’re both smiling too wide for it to be a proper kiss, but it doesn’t matter.

“Marry me?” Seb finishes, when Carlos finally pulls back and they both sit up.

Carlos extends his left arm, his hand shaking, and Seb slides the onto his finger. It’s a little loose, and they’ll have to get it resized, but the gold band sparkles beautifully against his tan skin.

“It’s not much,” he says, as Carlos examines the simple band, shifting his hand to see how it catches the light. “But it represents seventy years of marriage. My grandpop never took it off.”

“Sebastian,” Carlos looks at him, brown eyes soft and watery. “It’s perfect. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Seb punctuates his statement with another kiss, this one longer and deeper than the first. Carlos’ hand comes up to cradle Seb’s face, and the cold shock of metal sends a shiver down his spine. They kiss slowly, languidly, neither one willing to pull away too soon and break the moment, no matter how uncomfortable the kitchen floor gets.

“We’re getting married,” Carlos whispers when they finally break apart for oxygen. He rests his forehead against Seb’s. “You’re my fiancé.” Both their eyes are closed, but Seb can hear the giggle in Carlos’ voice.

“We’re getting married,” Seb echoes.

They’re quiet for a long moment, just listening to the sound of their own breathing, of their hearts beating together in perfect time.

It’s Seb who opens his eyes and breaks the moment first. “Can we go back to bed now?”

“That we can.” Carlos pulls himself to his feet, nimble as always, and offers a hand to Seb.

Seb reaches for the coffee maker.

“What are you doing?” Carlos asks, eyebrow raised.

“We should probably turn it off,” Seb shrugs. “I think it’s a fire hazard to leave it on when you’re sleeping.”

"Honey," Carlos smirks. “Who said anything about sleeping?”

#HSMTMTS #seblos #Seb Matthew-Smith #Carlos Rodriguez #seblos fic #seblos ficlet #seblos drabble #my fic #my fan fiction

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21. “Do you like what you see?” “You know I always do.”

This turned out to just be a short drabble, but I hope you like it all the same! Pure wedding fluff and cuteness and a healthy dose of Wildcat Chaos.

Seb stood in front of his (childhood) bedroom mirror, early afternoon light streaming in from the window. He smoothed down his collar and straightened his buttons before running a hand through his hair. Tousled, but not too tousled. He looked relaxed and handsome, he couldn't deny that.

He turned from the mirror at the sound of shuffling behind him, signaling someone had come through the door. “Do you like what you see?”

Carlos beamed at him, leaning against the door frame. “You know I always do.”

“Really?” Seb pulled at the sleeve of his dark blue button-up. “I know this isn’t exactly what you imagined today would be like.” Seb glanced back at his reflection, at the simple linen shirt and cream-colored pants he was wearing.

“Seb,” Carlos sighed, stepping forward into the room to stand next to Seb at the mirror. Carlos was dressed equally casually, in a burnt orange shirt that complemented the deep blue Seb wore and similar light-colored pants. “First of all, you know I love you in blue.”

“It brings out my eyes, I know.” He rolled his eyes, but it was all fond.

“Exactly,” Carlos pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “And secondly, this was my idea."

In the mirror, Seb’s reflection nodded. It had been Carlos’ idea, the day before. They were tearing their hair out trying to set a date that all their friends would somehow be able to make, some magical day when all their schedules would line up.

“Too bad we can’t just get married tomorrow,” Seb joked. “While everyone is still in Salt Lake.”

Carlos didn’t laugh. “Why can’t we?”

"But," Seb argued. "Nobody down there knows we’re doing this. We could still back out.”

"I want to do this today," Carlos continued. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't."

“But I know how much planning you already did and—"

“And what?” Carlos frowned. “You think because we’re not in overpriced tuxes we’ll only wear once, and we didn’t pay hundreds of dollars for a cake that turns out to be mostly fondant, that I don’t want this? That I need all the fancy bells and whistles to be happy?”

“I…” Seb swallowed. “I don’t know."

“Seb, look at me.” Carlos put two hands on either side of Seb’s face and pulled his gaze away from the mirror. “I love you. I want you to be my husband more than anything. And I don’t want to wait another second to make that happen. Okay?"

“But what about your dream wedding?” Seb asked. They’d gone through this the night before, when the idea had first come up, Seb expressing all the same insecurities and Carlos shutting each one down with soft kisses. But it hadn’t fully set in how serious Carlos had been until an hour ago, when he called Ashlyn.

“My dream wedding isn’t the fancy stuff,” Carlos rolled his eyes. “Not anymore. It’s getting to marry the love of my life surrounded by everyone I care about.”

“Oh,” Seb blushed. “Mine too.”

“Then come on,” Carlos took his hand. “Let’s go get married.”

Carlos dragged Seb out of the farmhouse and out to the grazing meadow where all their friends, Carlos' sisters, and Seb’s family were. There were a couple of picnic tables and Seb’s father had rolled out the grill. They caught Ashlyn’s eye and Seb shot her a wink. She grinned at them over a plastic cup of root beer.

Their friends and family (except for Ashlyn, who they had asked to officiate) all thought this was just a barbecue, to take advantage of the nice weather, and then all being in town at the same time.

“Ahem,” Carlos cleared his throat. “Can I have everyone’s attention please?”

Everyone continued to talk.

“Hey!” Carlos yelled, dropping into what they called Choreographer Voice. “Pay Attention!”

Everyone quieted down.

“Seb and I have a bit of a surprise for you all,” Carlos squeezed Seb’s hand, which he had managed to hold onto all the way downstairs and across the meadow. “This isn’t just a barbecue.”

Their friends looked around in confusion, murmuring to each other for a moment before Carlos continued.

“We’re getting married.”

“Uh,” EJ cocked his head to the side. “We all know that already.”

“We’re getting married right now,” Seb clarified. “This is our wedding.”

Carlos threw up some jazz hands. "Surprise!"

To say all hell broke loose would be an understatement. Shouts of “What?!” and “Oh my God!” and “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I thought we were best friends!” and "Mama is going to kill you, Carlito!" all blended together.

Seb turned to his fiancé, leaning in and speaking quietly so only he could hear. “You still sure about this?”

Carlos grinned. “Baby, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

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