mateo castillo

MATEO CASTILLLO — you K N O W it will always just be M E . let's get these two H E A R T S beating faster, faster ! let's not get selfish, did you R E A L L Y think i'd let you K I L L this chorus ?

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jackmoreau:

“ i know you know. you look like you feel like shit. “ jack’s not lying, either. where normally the pair would be finding the fun in a situation like this, he can tell his friend is not in the mindset for it and jackson doesn’t feel much up to it himself. “ no one does something like that on purpose, ’teo. don’t beat yourself up. “ jack hums, hooking an arm around his best friend’s shoulders to tug him in for a half-seated hug. “ raven is tough, anyways. “ jack mumbles, picking at the paint dry paint spatters so frequently adorning his clothing as the pair waited. “ does she know – do you think? “

“that’s an understatement.” mateo glances over at his friend, tracing his fingers over one of the old bet tattoos on his arm. “of course no one does this on purpose. try telling that to raf. i don’t need to beat myself up - i’ve got him to do that for me.” he welcomes the hug, and it does make him feel the smallest bit better in their shitty situation. “thanks, jack.” he lets out a weary sigh. “doesn’t matter if she knows. i’m going to tell her. i mean, i have to, right?” he’s still debating what to do, going back and forth between his preferred option - the easier one - and telling the truth. “i guess if i don’t tell her, someone else will. she’s never going to speak to me again,” he murmurs, putting his head in his hands.

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scoutisms:

     ✩ ° . · . “ okay, coffee it is. and you should sleep; even if it is in one of these chairs. ” scout says, looking around at the rather dismal waiting room. it didn’t seem like a particularly inspiring place to be waiting for important news. “ we’ll be quick. ” scout replies quietly, sensing mateo’s powerful anxiety about the situation. she tries to give him a comforting look; something she’s not so skilled at. sympathy, empathy— not her strongest suits. descending down the staircase into one of the hospital cafe’s, she quickly scans the chalkboard menu. ordering herself an earl grey tea and mateo a reasonably strong coffee, she returns to the man’s side and furtively slips her hand into his. “ crappy, isn’t it? i know raven and i are supposed to hate each other and all, but i’m worrying my ass off as well. but, i don’t think there’s anything that girl couldn’t pull through. ” scout tries a smile, the attempt mostly falling flat.

“maybe i’ll try later,” he offers, already sure that he won’t be following through. he trails behind scout at a brisk pace. mateo is perfectly content to let her do the talking as he waits for his drink. he catches a glimpse of his reflection in a window. the disheveled hair, wrinkled clothes, and dark circles around his eyes culminate in an unsightly appearance. “you’re right. i look like shit,” he says, running a hand through his hair, unsuccessfully trying to smooth it. he takes a sip of his coffee, not objecting to the girl’s silent display of support. “doesn’t matter if you hate her. we’re all worried,” he states simply. “you’re definitely right about that,” he agrees with a nod. he feels refreshed enough to assume his usual role as the protector once again. “she’s gonna be okay, i think. all of us, the whole team. we’re gonna be okay.” the words are as much of a self-fulfilling prophecy as they are a comfort, and mateo squeezes scout’s hand. “let’s get back upstairs.”

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alejvndras:

╚ ❀ —        her concern grows, empathy overpowering the bitter anger she feels towards her brother – blood A L W A Y S proving to be thicker than anything. “ oh, ” alejandra murmurs dejectedly, grief written on her porcelain features. “ that’s quite terrifying actually. ” the brunette adds, instinctively reaching a hand out to gentle touch mateo’s arm – a tangible representation of her moral support. “ what ? how ? ” alejandra implores, gaze searching mateo’s in earnest, still keeping the proximity between them. “ you can’t say that, though hermano. anyone could have touched it after you – for all i know, someone on the vigours messed with it. ” she attempts to keep her tone soothing, hand running up & down his arm to comfort the other. “ how bad is it ? what’s her prognosis ? ” the brunette asks after a beat, eyes scanning mateo to make sure he was okay. 

mateo shakes his head, pressing his lips together tightly. “i don’t even know what happened,” he says bitterly. “i hardly even remember working on the damn thing. i had the worst fucking migraine of my life thanks to the hangover--” he hadn’t intended to admit it, but the truth slipped out. he prepared himself for her inquest. the moment she put the idea of a sabotage into his head, mateo instinctively pulled his arm away, exploding out of his chair. “is that what happened?” he demanded, raising his voice. “someone from your goddamned team might have done this?” for a split second, alejandra was no longer his sister - she was only his opposition. he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. she would never do anything, he convinced himself, relaxing a bit. he maintains a safe distance from her, the outburst reminding him that they were still not back to being as close as they once were. “it’s bad,” he mutters. “that’s all i know.”

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cjdixon:

     cam never liked hospitals. they smelled bad—like bleach and old people and undercooked food—and they were too quiet, everyone talking in hushed tones like a normal speaking volume would wake the dead but after everything that happened he began to despise them. he’d never had a particular affinity for the word hate but it was the only one that truly fit. and yet here he was, strolling down the brightly lit, pastel halls of a hospital almost entirely of his free will. seeing mateo was a welcome relief, since he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit alone while still half drunk and little high. “hey,” cameron returned as he took one of the open seats, already dreading how numb his ass was gonna go. “is both an acceptable answer? or do i have to pick one?”

“sorry - you’re right. lots of people are picking sides, i guess.” mateo shook his head in disbelief. “it’s just so fucked up. no one from either team should be here, y’know? it fucking sucks.” mateo is far from the most pleasant company, pessimism hanging over him like a storm cloud. he picks up on cameron’s slight buzz immediately, almost jealous. he wasn’t about to take the 20 minute walk back to his apartment for alcohol, and he was pretty sure smoking was frowned upon in hospitals. “d’ya think if i start violently screaming they’ll give me a sedative?” he muses, only half joking.

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%

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ 5:49 pm ↪ for the win ] why don’t you just give jack a chance??

[ 5:50 pm ↪ for the win ] sorry he’s my best friend i’ve gotta interfere just a little bit

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ø, &

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ 2:57 am ↪ el mejor ] don’t think i forgot abt our tattoo bet

[ 2:58 am ↪ el mejor ] well have you booked an appointment yet?

Send “&” for a LOVING text. 

[ 11:15 pm ↪ el mejor ] you’re my best friend

[ 11:15 pm ↪ el mejor ] thank you

[ 11:15 pm ↪ el mejor ] ...yes i admit i’m kind of high but it’s still true

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♀"" &

 Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ 4:03 am ↪ the raven ] why don’t you hate me more

[ 4:03 am ↪ the raven ] you should hate me

[ 4:05 am ↪ the raven ] i’m so sorry for everything. 

Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[ 10:19 pm ↪ the raven ] go on a date with me like a real date not just hooking up in my apartment (not that that isn’t great)

[ 10:31 pm ↪ the raven ] i kind of like you 

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ 1:18 pm ↪ the raven ] you’re so important to me

[ 1:19 pm ↪ the raven ] if anything else happens to you i won’t be able to take it

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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rcvensisms:

for reasons raven can’t quite fathom, the air is thick with t e n s i o n —— curling through the room like an unyielding fog and blindsiding them both. and it isn’t until she glances up that she sees why. guilt has transformed mateo and she wants to open her mouth to say that he looks worse than she does but she can’t bring herself to let the words fall from her lips. and like static electricity is suddenly shocking through her body, zapping her out of the haze, she realizes what happened. that mateo had been working on her car, that she had put the keys into the ignition without a thought —— her trust in her team, in h i m, so IMPLICIT that she didn’t dare question it. “mateo.” the words are muttered, harsh and coarse with lack of use. but he’s stuttering through his words, drawing closer to her and her attempt at a plea falls on deaf ears. “enough. you don’t have to apologize to me.”

mateo is stunned into silence, his mouth slightly agape. he wonders if she understands everything that happened. if nothing else, he’s sure she’s on plenty of morphine - her judgment of character can’t possibly be right. “like hell i don’t,” he manages to say, stopping himself from taking another step closer to her. “i - i put you here,” he admits, his voice breaking ever so slightly. he’s frozen. he’s about to ruin any even slightly good thing going on between them. normally he’d just lie, creating a convincing enough fabrication to get him off without a scratch. somehow, he just couldn’t bring himself to. “i was hungover. i don’t even remember working on the goddamn car. the whole morning was a blur and now we’re here and i don’t even know how you can look at me. so, yeah, i think i do need to apologize.” he scans the room, looking anywhere but at her, before he finally meets her eyes. “say something,” he begs. “please.”

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lvmbardis:

a vast combination of factors contribute to the storm brewing between the two of them– the natural tension that’s existed the second they became reluctant teammates, the outcome of the race, the fact that one of their teammates is currently whisked away in a hospital room with god knows what kind of injuries. it’s not the time or the place to be going at each other like this, but no one has ever been able to aggravate his temper quite like mateo does so effortlessly, and once it gets started, it’s damn near impossible to rein in. rafael doesn’t remember spanning the room, but he does hear the distinct c r a c k l e of breaking fibers as the fabric of the mechanic’s shirt is strained within the clutch of an iron-tight grip. there’s no satisfaction to be gained in the awful noise reverberating through the room as mateo’s back meets the wall, not when the tempestuous driver is using every last OUNCE of will he has not to break the other’s nose right then and there. “it’s funny you say that,” the words are hissed with absolutely no hint of humor, “because out of all of the mechanics that could’ve worked on raven’s car, you’re the FIRST one here. wonder fucking why.” balled fists drive even harder into the other’s chest to accentuate the utter vitriol behind the curse. “it should be you in there, not her. i want you to stay the fuck away from her and my team, or else i’ll put you in the same fucking room she’s in now, and she can see firsthand exactly how i feel about you.”

in an instant, mateo went from standing with a stone cold gaze to being pushed up against a wall. any anger he had felt the moment before was amplified as all he could do was listen. he could have let it go. he was used to aggression, used to fighting -- just not from his teammates. his hands are balled into tight fists, fingernails digging into his palms. “get the fuck off of me.” mateo would never admit it, but he knows rafael’s not wrong - it shouldn’t have been her. “or maybe next time it’ll be your car.” it’s a hollow threat - the guilt from the accident was already eating him alive; there was no way he could recreate it on purpose - but the virulent words still hang in the air. “everyone knows exactly how you feel about me, cabrón. maybe it’s time to show them what i think of you.” he doesn’t hold back, reinforcing his words with a swift punch in the face. he shoves the driver away from him in a white hot rage. “try me again. i fucking dare you.”

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zekcs:

✘。—      awakening slightly from his hungover HAZE at the mention of raven’s accident, ezekiel’s brows lift in DISBELIEF and his charcoal hues widen. “ oh shit, really ? i didn’t hear about that, ” his mouth gapes open, thumb tapping on his chin in contemplation, “ er — or maybe i did, i don’t know — but i, uh, just got too fucked up last night. wow, shit, hope she’s alright then. ” his eyes dance around the room AWKWARDLY, avoiding eye contact with the mechanic at his side. “ yeah, thanks. last night was something alright. ” pressing his lips to the side, ezekiel’s shoulders shrug slowly.

“well, yeah. it happened.” the tension is the room is thick enough to be cut with a knife. they were opposing teammates, in the same place for completely different reasons -- it wasn’t like there was a ton to talk about. teo wasn’t really in the mood to hear about the vigours’ incredible victory, either. “certainly sounds like it.” mateo wonders whether he looked like ezekiel when he came in to work on the car before the race. he had enjoyed the preceding night, maybe a bit too much -- enough to give him bleary eyes and a pounding migrane as he tinkered with the last few parts of the car. he shook his head as if to clear the memory, forcing himself not to dwell on everything he had done wrong in the past 48 hours. “what’s up with you and aurora anyways?”

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winonahq:

the raven-haired girl’s dainty features crinkle at the thought, the image still sourly fresh in her hungover mind. “ yeah, though with how dramatic this all seems, you’d think she clubbed her with a baseball bat or something. ” winona lifts her shoulders in a light shrug, resorting to humor as always in an attempt to lift the tension in the hospital wing, as if jokes and sarcasm could somehow erase the situation at hand. “ it broke down ? ” before she can stop it, her heart sinks, her stomach flips hearing these words escape his mouth. it took everything in her not to think of her own experience—how dare she think of herself at a time like this—but it’s as if her brain went on and played the movie of her fear-ridden memories without her consent. nothing about this is easy, being here again, and it must’ve shown on her face because he asks next, and she curses herself for her obviousness. “ hm ? oh—oh, i’m fine, yeah. it’s just kinda nauseating, being here. don’t worry, i’m not gonna get sick on you or anything, ” she catches herself before he shoots her any funny looks. “ you know when they’re gonna start letting people see them ? ”

the corners of mateo’s mouth curl up just a bit at the first sign of any kind of humor that he’s seen in a while. “it’ll probably escalate to something like that soon enough.” the joke makes him feel just a little bit more normal before he’s snapped back to reality. “yeah... it went up in flames. at least, from what i’ve heard.” he bites down on his thumbnail, a nervous habit he has yet to kick. mateo starts to realize what’s happening the moment she starts denying it -- he had completely forgotten about her accident. it was obvious that she didn’t want to talk about it, though, so he avoided the subject. “i’m with you on that - i hate hospitals.” he eyes the doors that the doctors have been flying in and out of, pondering the question. “soon, i think. i hope so, at least. it’s been a while since she was admitted. raven, i mean. i think aurora is already having visitors, but i don’t know. haven’t seen her.” he was admittedly never great friends with aurora, and since she was friends with alejandra, he was pretty sure that the girl wasn’t his biggest fan.

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scoutisms:

     ✩ ° . · . scout too raises one perfectly curved eyebrow, addressing mateo with steely cerulean eyes. “ you don’t have much of a right to ask me that, do you? ” the blonde asks tersely, then immediately regretting her snap. “ sorry. but, yeah. we’re kind of in the same boat. your boat is a little worse, but hey. ” scout was never one to be tactful. “ i’m sure she’ll come through really soon, she’s raven, after all. are you eating? do you want me to get you a salad, or a coffee maybe? you need to take care of yourself too— and you look as though you could do with a good nap. ” she places a gentle hand on the sybarite’s shoulder. she’d been impertinent enough lately, and had made an internal decision to be a little more compassionate; especially toward her fellow teammates. they were her everything, after all. 

mateo exhales a sharp sigh. “just a little worse.” even though he hated hearing the words, it was refreshing to hear honesty in any form other than a brutal reprimand. “i hope she does.” he bites his lip, refusing to say anything more. “i ate... a few hours ago?” he guesses, pulling out his phone to confirm the time. “i guess i could go for a coffee. i’m not going to sleep any time soon,” he decides, not admitting that he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep, even if he wanted to. he glances at the motionless metal doors to the emergency room. “i’ll come with you. the cafeteria is just downstairs.” he pushes himself up from his chair, sparing one last look back. “can we be quick?” he asks, the words sounding weaker than he intended them to.

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jackmoreau:

jack ambles into a somber waiting room, his hands tucked away into his pockets as he slots himself into the chair beside his best friend. “ uh – “ jack begins, pondering the idea for a second. “ both, i guess. hadn’t really considered i’d have to pick. ” he mumbles, letting a heavy sigh escape his lips, two hands pushing loose hair out of his face impatiently. “ you’re going to hear it from raf so i’ll spare you, but – c’mon, teo. s’not like you make it very easy to defend you. “ jack says softly, crossing one leg over the other as he eyes a nurse coming in to speak in hushed tones to another family. 

“you don’t have to pick. it’s just that most people are.” he’s just as frustrated as jack is. mateo almost shoots his friend a glare before deciding that it’s probably not a good idea to make absolutely everyone on his team hate him. “i... i know,” he admits, turning his head up to look at the ceiling with a sigh. he’s never felt so defeated. “fuck. i don’t know how i’m still sitting here right now. i just...” he searches for the words, anything to justify the terrible thing he’s done. “i fucked up. believe me, i know.”

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rcvensisms:

—— everything around raven is D A R K. and something was still pulling her under, a siren song to keep her asleep. a scream is the last thing she remembers, followed by flames licking up the sides of exposed skin. how long had she been stuck there? dark orbs open suddenly, frantically, as bruised fingers try to re-learn the course of her body —— only now there are burn marks marring delicate skin and dried blood marking a body she didn’t want to recognize. a sharp gasp is drawn from parched lips as her movement jostles what is broken, nerves pinched and frayed all over her body. she tries to focus on what the doctor is trying to tell her but a s c a t t e r e d mind is trying to figure out what happened to make her car writhe out of control. third degree burns, broken ribs, pinched nerves, tendon injuries. and then, finally, your mother couldn’t make it. “cabron,” she mutters under her breath as him and his team left the room and she waits until she can’t see them before attempting to pull the wires out of delicate veins. raven’s eyes don’t meet the figure looming in the doorway but she attempts to raise her voice to its once fierce pitch.“this is all so fucking ridiculous. i’m fine.”

mateo takes in a sharp breath as he sees the girl laying in the bed before him. she looks worse than he imagined, and the shock of seeing her like that brings back every single negative thought that has been accumulating in his head for the past 12 hours. then, suddenly, the sight of her fiddling with the wires and tubes surrounding her makes her seem all the more familiar again. he could almost smile - it was so like her. “can’t you go a few minutes without causing trouble?” the joke hangs in the air - he can’t will himself to put much more life into it. “raven,” he murmurs, slowly forcing himself to move closer to her bed. “i’m so, so sorry.” he blinks back a few tears, the weight of what he has done hitting him full force. he wonders selfishly if she realizes that it was his fault. that he was working on her car before it went up in flames. “don’t say you’re fine,” he orders, the words coming out harsher than he intended them to. then again, she was never one to be coddled. “look at yourself... fuck.”

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lvmbardis:

letting mateo onto the team was a minor transgression that rafael reluctantly let slip. his skills had some inkling of potential, despite how badly their personalities crashed. since then, the young mechanic had been nothing but a growing thorn in his side– an irksome affliction that grows unbelievably worse and worse each time raf has the displeasure of seeing mateo’s face. assumptions wouldn’t do anyone any good in this situation, especially given the circumstance, but it’s hard not to when every little word is painstakingly written across every inch of the other’s visage. something had gone wrong, and it most certainly wasn’t rafael’s fault. not this time. “you know who the fuck i’m here for,” rafael snaps, no ounce of his usual trained patience in his tone. “where is she?”

“back the fuck off, lombardi,” he shoots back, not in any mental place to deal with his attitude. he’s not thinking clearly, and for one of the few times in his life, his impaired judgment has nothing to do with some substance he’s consumed. “if i knew where she was, do you think i’d be sitting here right now?” mateo doesn’t even have to meet rafael’s eyes to know that he’s giving him a death glare. “they haven’t told me anything yet, okay? and i’m pretty sure i’ve been sitting here for longer than you have.” every word he says is dripping with spite, a bold mask to cover up every sign of weakness he feels. with the way raf usually circles him like a shark out for blood, he’s honestly shocked that he hasn’t been kicked off the team already. “d’you think it’s gonna be good for her if you go in there looking like you want to kill me? i don’t think so. so i repeat: back. the fuck. off.”