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You hadnāt heard his voice in almost three decades. you glanced at the caller ID, and your heart stuttered. Leon S. Kennedy. The name alone sent a jolt of memories flooding back. āLeon?ā There was a pause on the other end. Then his voiceādeeper now. Gravel and tired. āYeah, it's me. Been a long time.ā Surprise didn't cover it, shock ripped through you like a fresh wound. āTwenty-eight years. Where the hell are you?ā You had imagined this moment before. In grocery stores. In traffic. In the middle of random Tuesday afternoon. But you never imagined heād say the next words. āWrenwood. I'm here.ā Your mind reeled. Silence stretched between you. Twenty-eight years of silence. āWhat are you doing here?ā you finally asked. āCleaning up something.ā he said quietly. āCan I see you? Your place, if that's okay.ā You didnāt answer right away. āYeah. Get over here.ā You rattled off the address, hanging up before your voice could crack.
You expected nerves. You didnāt expect your hands to shake while unlocking your own apartment door. When the knock came an hour later, you opened the door to a man who wasn't the rookie cop from your memories. Leon stood there, taller somehow, broader in the shoulders, Hair darker with gray streaks threading through. His blue eyes still held that piercing intensity, but time had carved depth into themāexperience, loss, survival. The boyish softness was gone. His jaw was sharper now. Lines carved at the corners of his eyes. He wore a fitted leather jacket over a black shirt, jeans hugging his thighs, and if you were honest he looked even better with age. His eyes moved over your face like he was cataloging changes.āLeon,ā you breathed, stepping aside to let him in. He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he entered, the door clicking shut behind him. The apartment felt smaller with him in it, the air thickening with unspoken history. For a second, neither of you spoke. You studied him openly now. The scar near his collarboneāvisible just above his shirt line. The healed slash at his wrist. The way his hands flexed unconsciously, like he was used to holding a gun. He caught you staring. āWhat?ā You tilted your head slightly, letting a slow smile pull at your mouth. āYouāre aging like fine wine, Leon.ā
āYeah?ā He huffed, a low chuckle rumbling from his throat as he tilted his head, those eyes locking onto yours with a spark of amusement. āYeah.ā You stepped closer. Close enough to see the lines on his face more clearly. You move closerāslow enough to give him time to move if he wants to. He doesnāt. Your hands come up, resting against his chest. Heās solid. Warmer than you expected. His heart is beating fast. Faster than yours. Leon moved first closing the distance his hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip, and then he kissed youāslow at first. But the years melted away as your tongues got tangled with a hunger that had simmered too long. You groaned into the kiss, hands fisting in his jacket as he backed you up, his arms sliding around your waist. With effortless strength, he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips instinctively.
Leon adjusted you before carrying you toward the bedroom like you weighed nothing. He kicked the door open and lowered you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss as he followed you down, his body pinning yours in the best way. His hands were everywhereātugging at your shirt, shoving it up to expose your chest, fingers tracing the lines. You arched into his touch, nipping at his bottom lip. āShit, old man you still got it.ā Leon pulled back just enough to smirk, his breath hot against your skin as he yanked your shirt off completely. āYou're not that far behind me,ā he shot back, voice teasing with passion. He leaned in, capturing your mouth again in a deeper kiss, his tongue sweeping in possessively while his hand dipped lower, palming the growing bulge in your pants. You bucked against his touch, a laugh bubbling up between gasps. He stripped you efficientlyāpants unzipped, shoved down your thighs, until you were bare beneath him. He took you in, then he shed his own clothes, jacket tossed aside, shirt peeled off to reveal the toned planes, scars faint but telling stories. His jeans hit the floor, and there he was, cock hard and thick, curving up against his abdomen, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He climbed back over you, knees bracketing your hips, and leaned down to kiss your neck, teeth grazing the pulse point. āBeen thinking about this for years,ā he confessed, voice rough as his hand wrapped around your cock, stroking slow. You moaned, hips jerking into his grip, the pace driving you wild. āLeonāfuck, don't tease.ā Your hands roamed his back, nails digging in as he nipped at your collarbone, then lower, sucking a mark into your chest.
He chuckled against your skin, the vibration sending shivers through you. āWho's teasing?ā You reached for the nightstandāyou'd kept lube there, always half-hoping for a miracle like thisāyou slicked his fingers, pressing one against your hole. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in, and he pushed inside slowly, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. āShit, yes,ā you hissed, rocking back onto his hand as he added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch you open. Leon's eyes never left yours, intense and affectionate. He pumped his fingers deeper, thumb circling your rim, building the pressure until you were panting, cock leaking onto your stomach. āNeed you inside me, Now.ā You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away, withdrawing to slick his cock with more lube. Leon lined up, the blunt head nudging your hole. He pushed in inch by inch, both of you moaning at the stretch. āFuck, you're huge,ā you gasped, legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper. He bottomed out, hips against yours, and paused, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he caught his breath. Then he started movingāslow thrusts at first, grinding deep, his cock dragging against your walls in a rhythm that had you seeing white. You met every roll of his hips, hands in his hair, tugging him up for messy kisses. The pace quickened, the bed creaking under the force as he fucked into you with precisionāpulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hitting your prostate dead-on.āLike that? Bet you missed this cock filling you up.ā
āGod, yesādon't stop.ā Pleasure coiled tight in your gut, his dirty talk pushing you closer to the edge. He wrapped a hand around your cock again, jerking you in time with his thrusts. Sweat slicked your bodies, the room filled with the slap of skin and your shared gasps. Leon's control frayed, thrusts turning erratic, deeper, as he buried his face in your neck. āGonna make you come for me.ā That tipped you overāyour orgasm crashed through you, cum spilling hot over his fist and your chest as you clenched around him, crying out his name. Leon followed seconds later, groaning low and guttural as he thrust deep one last time, filling you with his release, pulsing inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both breathing ragged, his lips brushing your temple in a soft kiss. āNot bad for an old man,ā you murmured, smirking as you traced lazy patterns on his back. He laughed softly, lifting his head to kiss you properlyātender now, intimate. You stayed tangled like that, the weight of twenty-eight years lifting just a little.
could I ask for micah x m!reader smut :33 i really love your writing, im reading your fics literally every time i have free time !!
Thank you!! This has been rotting in my ask box for ages and I will be honest I felt so rusty writing this... considering I always wish for more MLM reader-insert asks, I think 40 lashings is a reasonable punishment.
I typically try to keep my requested fics extra vanilla (or to the letter freaky) because I don't want to accidentally write something the requestor can't enjoy. However it is Micah so I was looser with that self-imposed rule here.
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Tags: content warning Micah Bell, Micah's the one getting manhandled who cheered?, frottage, unhealthy established relationship, choking and slapping and having fun!, low honor reader, implied/referenced past drunk sex, casual sex
A long day of highway robbery has been crawling around your muscles, the soreness bright and tender in your calves. The ground is packed tight under the grass, and the gnarled root of a tree has been digging into the back of your thigh for the last thirty minutes. Bark against your back keeps catching your hair, and your hat is forming a seal around your sweaty crown, so dense it seems your mind is melting into one, sorry pool. The humidity has been leveling out since the hottest part of the day turned its cheek, but it is a slow, slow crawl towards evening and relaxation is far out of sight.
Just beyond the edge of your journal, which you have been failing to write or sketch or scribble in ever since the two of you settled down for the afternoon, Micah sprawls in the grass just close enough you cannot stretch your legs out. Stiffness has already taken up in the joints. Up, down, up, downā it's difficult to tell what will happen to the apple he is tossing first: from the other side of your small camp, Baylock will finally stare Micah into handing it over, or it will break the man's nose on a downstroke. Either one would be a welcome relief from the thud of it in his hand and the snort he makes each time it comes close to wiping his eyesight out.
And, of course, your knees. Between frustrated flicks of the pencil, shaved down to a pitiful stump that you really ought to replace, you stare and will it to fall flat on his face. Cheek, at least. Clip an ear, make him reconsider. Back to your page, you see that no new vision has sprouted from the pulp in your absence of input. The same, listless scrabbling ā a good stagecoach, women's things but they'll sell, or maybe I'll get him drunk enough... ā that laid there a moment ago remains unelaborated. Disappointing. Thud, thud, sniffle.
"Can you quit fuckin' around?" You ask. You don't look up, and you know Micah is in a good mood from the lack of edge to the stare that latches onto you.
"Why would I go 'n' do a thing like that?" He says. You know something is to follow from the tone of his voice, that oil-slick drawl that, apparently, he believes sounds playful rather than salacious.
His snicker precedes the loud smack of the apple hitting the tree above you, toppling over your head with your hat. He is a good throw for a man that rarely uses his knives. Its fall into your lap is cushioned only by the overturned crown, which you consider Micah's luck more than your own. Biting your tongue, knowing an instant frustration is what Micah would feed off most, you sigh and take the fruit up in your hand to pelt it at his gut. The huff and shrivel, like a bug whose belly has been touched, are satisfactory enough to return to your journal.
"What're you writin', anyways?" He hauls himself onto an elbow with all the grace of a pest, too. You clear your throat and look away from the strain of his bicep against his shirt sleeve. "In your diary."
"Writing nothin', on account'a all the noise pollution," you reply. You make a spiral on the page to have something moving your hand, emphasis. "You mind?"
"Not a'tall," Micah said. "Write all you like while Iā"
Stretching your leg out, knee cracking loud as a shot, you put your boot to his chest. "Shut up."
Micah's brows raise, but the expected indignance on his face is missing. Only that lopsided smirk you've come to know as irritable playfulness, frown lines softened with a day's work and tiredness. He grabs your ankle hard, but does not move it for a long moment. When he does, he pins it to the ground, your heel digging in uncomfortably. You divert your gaze once more from the tilt of his chin back, as if he has any right to inspect you.
"Well. Excuse me."
Your mouth betrays you. The corner flinches up before you can get a hold of yourself. "You's excused."
Micah snorts, though it's difficult to discern if it's amusement or the effort of pushing himself up to sitting. He never says much in the way of it, but you know you aren't the only one with burns lingering in your muscles. Without him in the way, you stretch your legs out and drop your journal to your lap, unthinking. Micah rolls up to his knees, then, and when he comes to sit beside you, you almost expect some sort of romantics ā unceremonious groping, perhaps ā only for the man to snatch the book from your lap and roll over onto his side, his back to you.
There's not a great many things within it that you have not expressed to him. The sweet or the brutal have all been shared at one point or another, whether or not he remembers them on account of how often you are both intoxicated during those moments. The former, as sparing as it is, is not something you share outside of his deepest drunken stupors. You suppose it's the instinct of any man to grab for his things when they are taken, and you throw yourself over him to clutch for it.
His arms reach out, stretching hard and failing to get away from your grasp, but with Micah warm and squirming and clearly in such a fond moodā well, the least of your worries is possessing anything, save for him. He lets out a sound that could be a laugh when you grab for his throat instead of the journal, using your bodyweight to shove him onto his back, ignoring how the ground pushes back at your joints wrong and how his lack of fight makes this all the more intimate. Blond falls away to give sight of his neck arching into your touch, though he begins to writhe as if to pass it off as struggle.
"I said quiet," you scold.
Micah looks as happy as a clam. "When I could get," ā coughing and sputtering when your grip slips and blood must rush back to his head, his voice tightened after your fingers press in again ā "This kind'a treatment?"
You huff. "Degenerate." A squeeze, hearty, and the feeling of muscles slipping beneath your hand. He is more fun alive than dead, so you let go. Moving onto sore knees, your thigh brushes his un-soft crotch. He shakes with a few wet hacks of his lungs.
"Has work got you riled up, or you just feelin' flirtatious?" Micah asks. Though everything he says is sarcastic, you can never shake the feeling it's genuine flirtation to him despite it.
Not like there's much in you that feels differently. You shift where you've sprawled on him, held up by an awkward arm pinning his chest down. Beneath you, he heaves. Admitting much of this nature is a dangerous game, even if the end is always agreeable to both of you. Micah's taste for debauchery does not go as far as he believes, though you would never dare to waste your breath on proclaiming it. You're a few years too seasoned in his life to be thrown to the side for the insurrection, especially considering the needs you fulfill in one another which would be impossible to meet with most other menā but there is always the possibility he, one day, grows as loose as he believes himself to be.
Or that his easiness spreads, and there comes a time he'd really tolerate another man going for his throat. The slide from playing as dogs do, teeth in neck scruff and pulling hard at loose skin, into the perverse interest that has become so familiar is sharp. He does not soften so much as he thickens, yet is all the more alive for the lethargy.
It had taken a great while to get used to his ways, even if it has always been clear that the drawing of eyelids and the baring of canines and the hands grasping at your body all point to what a normal person may think of as seduction; the uncanny quality of his expressions have always appeared as if carefully practiced and maintained, though presuming that much forethought from him was a fool's errand. Micah loses only some of it, tossing you over and onto your back in the grass, the muscles of which complain and tense at the soft impact. You grunt.
"I've had corpses put up more of a fight," he taunts, laugh wheezing. He never seems to think highly of what he says that is actually funny, reserving all his humor for the low-hanging fruit you tune out most. Hands go for your shirt's tuck and rip it out, but you paw at his crotch and distract him long enough to get your legs around his.
Another roll. The grass rustles and he hisses as his hair catches between his shoulders and a root, undoubtedly pressing hard between the blades of his back. Nothing but a wince and the crinkling of his eyes follows, but it's enough evidence of his pain that you grow more and more interested in what he wants. No, there is never any verbalization of it, no more than the hands that wander now in the way of foreplay. Micah seems unable to enjoy what doesn't hurt, and you can't say you mind spending less time getting through with it. In your ears, your heartbeat makes itself known over the wind and the quiet afternoon and the leaves whispering.
You handle him like meat more than man. Hauling his hips up by his gun belt, which earns a hissed don't break it, to adjust them, you decide it's easier to undo it and let the leather fall from your grip. That lesson had been learned the first time, drunk and deprived, you had tried to take his weapons off him for the sake of grabbing his crotch. The smack had turned your arm red, and his grip had bruised the wrist for days after. Reflex, he'd excused, because he was inebriated enough to feel it necessary. He undoes it quickly, the sides flopping off into the grass, but leaves it pinned beneath his hips for easy replacement. If it didn't cut into the skin of his dick while fooling around, you're almost certain he'd leave it on.
Your own is shed and falls onto your calves, forgotten. More enticing is the bulge in his white, stained-up jeans. He is not an unattractive man, and he is not the worst partner when it comes to this. A terrible lover, yes, and certainly ugly when considering the whole of his personalityā but Micah pants pleasantly before you've even touched him, easy to mistake for eagerness if you weren't schooled in his ways. What else it could be, you don't know; learning is a part of that yet. What matters is the broil it sets your blood to, how easy it is to close your eyes and enjoy.
He doesn't argue when you spit into your palm and do you best to slick both of you, taking your cocks into your hand. Micah sighs but the tension stays in his posture. Worst is the lack of action, here: where do you look? Watching your own hand is boring and though you are certain his shirt pulls taut and nice over his arms as he props them behind his head, there's not a chance you will offer him the pleasure of making yourself such an easy target.
Even without it, he sets about taunting. "Couldn't think to write 'cause you was lookin' at me," he purrs. The ego inside of it is unmistakable, but it's unclear whether to take it as tease or accusation. Chancing a narrow-eyed look at him, no answer reveals itself. His smugness could precede a kiss or a slap, though you know one would never come.
Still, it errs too close on docility for Micah. There is, also, the fact you've no clue where your journal went because you were looking at him. Knowing your luck, it's bent awkward beneath his ass.
Righting what is wrong comes easily, your free hand's fingers curling up tight in his shirt. Micah sneers when you hoist his head off the ground by it, the fat of his neck spilling over the ring of his collar. "Your jaw's looser'an your britches," you say. It's more fun than anything, knowing that calling him easy willā
The slap is hard. You release him instinctively, but the rearing back of your hand is conscious. When it connects, Micah's noise is closer to a groan than yours, the sting of your cheek sending prickles of pain all the way down your neck, your spine, until they feel like something you can enjoy. Hips rut up into your touch. Every thrust is accompanied by a winded huff. Micah sits up on his elbows, digging heels into the ground, and you feel the same strain he must plowing its way through your thighs as you rock into your fist. Blowing off steam is almost certain after a job well done on your lonesomes, and the burn is easy to imagine feeling more pleasant. Hands might spark the same, grabbing hard, pulling, accidentally massagingā you ignore the idea that you might like it if Micah touched you more.
He's in reach, and that's all this is. Micah grabs for your shirt and that's enough. It's plenty when he moves his face to the crook of your neck, more than when he bites, hard, and you feel hot breath fan over spit-slicked skin as he laughs at your grunt. He smarts something off which you don't care to listen to, probably would soften if you processed itā but his voice, roughened as it is by arousal and right next to your ear, his breaths hefty, makes you press a little harder down into him.
Foresight is not his strong suit. In a situation so dangerous to think as this one, there is nothing crossing your mind but working towards release, either, and how his skin feels on yours. Sweat forms and sticks to your back, your arms, but by the time you are about to stop to spit into your hand again, Micah is gripping your wrist so that you cannot let go. His groan cracks, and then his eyes ā squeezed shut, thank God, so that you might enjoy the view ā snap open.
"My fuckin' shirt," he spits, then collapses back onto the ground, rubbing a hand over his face.
Knowing full well that you'll have to bear the consequences of it, not uncompelled by the thought of his aggravation leading to another fight, you work yourself the few strokes more to soiling his shirt, too. A shame; red looks fine on him, brings out the ruddiness in his cheeks that makes him look a little less gaunt in the face.
A moment of peace is a rare commodity in his company. Swinging your leg back and falling onto the grass beside Micah, you escape his griping about you enjoying it too long only to be met with: "You're washin' this."
"I was followin' the leader," you say, wiping your hand in the grass and tucking yourself back into your jeans.
Micah chuffed and shook his head, already working on the buttons of his shirt. Fresh off relief is the only way you've seen him chew on what he wants to taunt back with.
ā keeping him quiet so he doesnāt attract zombies !
I was thinking of that one scene in the re3 remake when I made this. Yk the one with him turning into a zombie? Favorite part of the game ngl..
The two of you were nowhere near where you were supposed to be. There was a large group of zombies blocking off the road you needed to go down, so you had to find another way. Which you didā¦sort of.
The alleyway was dark and full of trash and other debris from god knows what. That didnāt seem to faze you, though. You still had Carlos backed up against a wall with your hand on his cock. Yes, there are zombies scattered out all over Raccoon City and yes, there is a high chance some are near the both of you, buuut neither you or Carlos could help yourselves.
You both were very stressed out with the current situation and needed a little break. So, here you guys areā¦ārelieving your stress.ā
Your lips pressed against his to silent him. Well, that was before his jaw dropped when your thumb swiped across his tip. Carlos whimpered as his hips stuttered up and further into your hand. āShit..ā he hissed, carefully leaning his head back against the brick wall behind him. One of his hands was gripping onto his vest like it owed him money, his other on your shoulder. When you started rubbing circles on the head he knew he was done for. Whines soon started to flow from his mouth as if you were somewhere safe; his legs started to shake slightly and his hips jerked more frequently.
āYou need to be more quiet.ā You whispered.
āIām trying.ā He grunted, eyes closing for a brief moment.
He knew he had to be quiet, he really did but it was difficult knowing that he was so, so close to cumming. Plus, the two of you havenāt gotten off in, like, forever due to being so caught up with work. Of course heās gonna be a little sensitive and not last long. His pre dripped onto the floor and soon started to form a small puddle. āHow close are you?ā You asked, trying to figure out what you were going to do to keep him quiet before he blows his load.
āReally fuckinā close..ā his jaw was clenched and he was seriously trying his best. But when you sped up and put your hand over his mouth because you knew he wouldnāt be able to be quiet, all that did was push him over the edge. And you were right, of course you were. Noisesāwhines, whimpers, cryās you name it, were all being muffled by your hand. You were a tad disappointed (way more than just a tad), because you werenāt able to hear him and his sweet sounds. But itās for your safety so you donāt get bitten by some zombie, youāll be okay.
A/N: Okai, this is (technically) my first official Carlos post. So I am kind of nervousā¦ idk how to feel about it. Weāll see if I donāt hate it enough to delete it after a few days :P
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Carlos does naturally come off as warm and nurturing, despite being a soldier. I think physical touch is probably one of his biggest love languages, though early on itās expressed in small, subtle ways. Even before getting together, heād find little excuses to stay close to you, a hand brushing against your shoulder, guiding you somewhere with a touch against your back, checking your injuries before anything else
Once the relationship becomes official, the physical affection becomes much more noticeable. Hands resting on your waist absentmindedly, fixing your collar before heading out, pulling you a little closer whenever youāre standing beside him
Carlos especially loves keeping you close in private. Heās the type to pull you onto his lap while relaxing together, arms loosely wrapped around your waist while he quietly enjoys your presence (sometimes when he wants kisses from you too without verbally asking)
Physical reassurance comes far easier to him than verbal vulnerability. Itās not that Carlos refuses to communicate, but more so he struggles with the idea of burdening you with everything heās seen and experienced
Carlos uses humour as affection almost instinctively. Teasing you lightly, throwing out playful comments, trying to make you laugh when he notices your mood dropping. Sometimes it's his way of showing care without making the moment feel too emotionally heavy.
A lot of affection comes through protectiveness and acts to service too. Fixing things before you ask, making sure youāve eaten, checking if youāre warm enough. For Carlos, caring for someone and loving someone are almost impossible to separate
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After learning about Carlos' lore and everything heās experienced in the guerrilla group followed by the T-virus outbreak, youād expect him to be colder or more emotionally closed off. The type to isolate himself, bury himself in work, and keep everyone at arms length
Instead, Carlos feels surprisingly warm and approachable. Even from the first interactions with Jill, thereās an easy charm to himā the subtle flirting and the way he talks to people like he genuinely wants them to feel safe around him. Even his voice sounds inviting (but that might just be my attraction to him talking)
Thereās something refreshing about the fact that he never lets his experience turn him cruel or emotionally distant
According to research and sources Iāve picked up, his personality type fits ESTPā known for their adventurous and bold nature, as well as ability to think quickly on their feet under pressure. Heās the kind of person who naturally keeps morale up in bad situations
I think outside of the U.C.B.S, he would definitely be the one friend in the group constantly making jokes, encouraging everyone to loosen up, and somehow dragging people into spontaneous plans. With nuance, you could call him the ālife of the partyā friend.
He has a strong team-player mentality that carries over into friendships too. He noticed when someoneās feeling left out or overwhelmed and always tries to pull them back into the group, even if itās just through a dumb one-liner or a casual shoulder bump
As a best friend, Carlos would be dependable in a very natural way. Not overly dramatic about loyalty, but always there when it actually matters
The friendship wouldnāt start through one huge defining moment. Matter of fact, in the beginning, his teasing actually got on your nerves, but you never admitted to it. He talked too much, joked too often, and seemed way too relaxed under pressure. You initially thought he was unserious
āYou always talk this much (ą² _ą² ) ?ā
āOnly around people I like ( ā āæā )ā
āThatās unfortunate for me, then.ā
āAwh, cāmon. You wound me.ā
But over time, you started noticing how observant he really was. How emotionally intelligent he could be under all the quips. Somehow, Carlos always seemed to show up exactly when you needed someone, even before you realised you needed the support yourself
You eventually realised his humour wasnāt just for entertainment, it was his way of keeping people grounded and sane during stressful situations. Beneath the teasing and easygoing attitude, he genuinely cared about the people around him
The friendship develops naturally over time. Small conversations during downtime, dumb jokes thrown back and forth, quiet moments sitting together after exhausting days. Before you know it, he becomes the person you instinctively look for first in the room
Your friendship solidifies when you realise Carlos is dependable when things matter most. Heās someone who stays when things get ugly
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Considering that physical affection is one of Carlosā main love languages, cuddling is absolutely no exception. More than anything, itās one of the few things that genuinely helps ground him after constantly living in survival mode
Being hyper vigilant all the time, surrounded by danger, gunfire, and constant stress, takes a heavier toll on him than he usually admits. So whenever he finally gets downtime, even if itās only for a little while, being close to you becomes one of his biggest source of comfort
Carlos naturally defaults being the big spoon most of the time. Partly because he likes holding you close, but also because somewhere in his mind, he feels like heās supposed to be the protective one given his size and role
But over time, you slowly coax him into letting himself be held too. Being the little spoon feels strange to him at first, almost vulnerable, but once he gets used to it, he quietly starts seeking it out more often
Carlos doesnāt even realise how tense he usually is until you start rubbing his back or running your fingers through his hair. His entire body gradually relaxes without him noticing until heād practically melting into you
Sometimes, after especially exhausting days, Carlos ends up falling asleep mid-conversation while cuddling. The warmth, physical closeness, and simple feeling of safety knocks him out fast
On nights after nightmares, he becomes even clingier without directly explaining why. Holding you tighter, burning his face against your neck or shoulder, reminding himself of your presence
āYou okay?ā
āYeah.ā
āCarlosā¦ā
āJustā¦hold me for a minute.ā
Most of your cuddling ends up happening on the couch rather than in bed. Half-watching TV together, tangled under blankets, Carlos slowly dozing off with one arm wrapped securely around you
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Realistically, the idea of actually settling down wouldnāt happen anytime soon during the events of Racoon City. Survival was the only thing keeping him going. But post-canon, after escaping the city and finally ending up somewhere safe, the idea slowly starts becoming more plausible
Even then, I donāt think Carlos would expect himself to adapt into a domestic life, a lifestyle he wasnāt used to, so naturally. A quiet home with stability and a routine was never really a consistent part of his life growing up. But coming home to you somehow makes the foreign feeling feel easier
Mundane chores become grounding for him. Grocery shopping together, cleaning up and arguing what to make for dinner. All of these remind him that thereās more to life than violence, ammunition and the smell of gun powder
That doesnāt mean his old habits disappear completely, though. Carlos still checks locks and windows out of instinct, even when he knows the neighbourhood is safe. Sometimes nightmares drag him back to Raccoon City, leaving him disoriented for a few seconds before realising heās home beside you
There are moments where happiness makes him feel strangely guilty too, like some part of him still struggles to believe he deserves peace after everything that happened
I think Carlos would be a decent cook. Not because heās some hidden culinary genius, but because survival forced him to learn. His meals are practical and filling more than fancy, though cooking together eventually becomes one of your shared routines after moving in together
He gets surprisingly attached to routines, too. Taking turns deciding dinner, running errands together, small habits that slowly become comforting
I canāt really say the same thing about cleaning, however. It is more sporadicā Carlos tents to clean in bursts rather than maintaining things regularly. A lot of domestic chores just werenāt things he grew up learning properly
I saw a headcanon stating that Carlos only rinses the dishes with water until it looks visibly clean and would use it to eat with againā¦
You ended up teaching him proper cleaning habits over time. Heās not lazy, but because domestic life and maintaining a home is still something heās learning how to navigate
One thing he is naturally good at is fixing things. Carlos becomes the type to repair almost anything himself before considering replacing it. It's another survival habit that follows him into civilian life
Overall, Carlos is a man who survived horrors and learning how to live gently again
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This is one of my least favourite headcanons to write </3 (because why would I want to think about ending things with my man ;-;). Carlos wouldnāt be the type to end things with you lightly or impulsive. If things do reach a breaking point, it would most likely be a build-up of circumstances and a lot of internal conflicts rather than a single defining moment
One of the few reasons Carlos might end things is because he genuinely believes loving you means letting you go. He carries a strong protector mentality, and if his life feels too unstable or dangerous, he might start to see himself as a risk to your peace rather than part of it
It would be a huge over-sacrifice, but in his mind, heād convinced himself itās the most responsible choice, even if it hurts him. Because knowing youāre safer without him is what he thinks love looks like in that moment
Another reason could be his fear of loss. Carlos cares about you deeply, and sometimes that kind of attachment can become frightening for him. The thought of losing you completely might push him into self-sabotage or pre-emptive distancing before things get worse
If it was you who broke things off, one reason might be the emotional absence during missions. Maybe you entered the relationship not fully prepared for the long periods of silence and uncertainty, and over time, the emotional strain becomes too heavy to carry alone
Another reason I find the most heartbreaking is that his āprotector instinctsā become too overwhelming. He might over-prioritise your safety to the point of forgetting emotional balance. Constantly checking in, constant worry, always anticipating danger. And even though it comes from love, it can begin to feel like pressure without him realising it
Either way, he would be absolutely heartbroken that things didnāt work out with you. But even in that state, he canāt afford to let it affect his ability to function while on the clock
On the outside, he would look composed and in a flow state, almost like heās switching to autopilot. But internally heād be struggling to hold himself together
And in the quieter moments, when everything finally stops moving, thatās when it would really hit him. Memories of you would surface when he least expects it, and it would take him a second longer than usual to push them back down and keep going
Carlos loves deeply and seriously once he lets someone into his life, and he becomes incredibly devoted to the relationship
But realistically, the thought of engagement or marriage probably wouldnāt fully settle into his mind during the middle of the Raccoon City outbreak
And itās not like he doesnāt want to either, but if it was something you would consider, he really wants to get it right
The last thing he would want is for the two of you to take such a huge emotional step together only for tragedy to tear it away afterward. Even thinking about losing you that way would genuinely terrify him
Just like the idea of domestic life, marriage probably only starts feeling possible after the destruction of Raccoon City, once the two of you are finally somewhere safe enough to actually breath again
Even then, Carlos would probably need time to fully reflect and process the idea. He knows he loves you. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. But thereās likely still a small insecure part of him that wonders whether you deserve someone āeasierā than him. Someone who isnāt constantly carrying trauma with high cortisol levels and the exception that disaster could happen at any moment
Deep down, Carlos probably worries that you deserve peace more than a life tied to someone like him. Which is exactly why your reassurance means so much whenever you tell him you wouldnāt want anybody else.
Marriage is something Carlos takes very seriously, especially because permanence is something he values far more deeply than people initially realise
The idea of building a home, creating routines, growing old beside someone once felt completely far fetched to himā¦ until he met you
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With everything that Carlos has experienced throughout his life, it makes sense that he approaches people with a certain level of care and gentleness. Growing up surrounded by fear and loss made him deeply empathic toward other peopleās pain
Because he understands what grief, exhaustion, and fear feels like firsthand, Carlos naturally becomes someone who tries to ease tension and comfort others whenever he can
Emotional gentleness is where Carlos shines the most. His survival instincts and emotional awareness make him quick to notice even subtle emotional shifts in people. He takes fear seriously and never treats distress like something embarrassing or weak
He would never weaponise vulnerability against someone he cares about. Heās lived through enough pain himself to understand that sometimes people donāt need solutions, they just need softness. Heād be especially gentle when youāre overstimulated, scared or emotionally shut down
Physical gentleness is also a huge part of him. Carlos is very aware of both his size and strength, especially because he knows he can unintentionally come across as intimidating. So he adjusts himself around you without even thinking about it
Youād notice how carefully he handles you, gently checking for injuries, instinctively supporting your weight, guiding you safely, or wrapping his arms around you with restraint underneath all the strength. Even his hugs and cuddling carry the same carefully
Years of combat medic experience probably made gentleness with his hands feel almost instinctive to him
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So, basing off the one scene where he was getting close to Jill before she stopped him with her arm. I know he wasnāt going for a full on hug but you could tell that he was trying to comfort or at least get close
Carlos definitely does like hugs, though early on heās not usually the one to initiate them. Not that heās detached or trying to be nonchalant (far from it). Heās just careful with physical boundaries and doesnāt want to overwhelm you, especially in stressful situations.
The first time you hugged was probably far from ideal. Maybe after seeing something horrific that you couldnāt scrub from your mind, the after shock settling in your bones, you stumble into him without thinking. Your hands clutch at his vest as you try to make sense of the situation, your whole body trembling against him.
He froze for half a second out of surprise before wrapping his arms around you securely. One hand settled at the back of your head while the other rubbed slowly along your back, grounding you. For once, he doesnāt immediately fall into humour. Not until your breathing evens out and your grip loosens enough for him to notice
Once the tension eased slightly and you pulled yourself away enough to look up at him, he would probably crack a quiet joke to lighten the mood and distract you from the situation. Not to dismiss your feelings, he just hates seeing you distressed
And Carlos needs hugs just as much as he gives them, though heās much worse at asking for comfort directly. Early on in your relationship, he would rather silently lean into your touch than admit he needs reassuranceā putting his needs to the side to comfort you.
His favourite hugs are the exhausted kind. They feel more rewarding and carry more weight in his heart. Him slumped in a chair after a long day, arms wrapped around your sides while you stand between his knees, his forehead or ear resting against your stomach while he finally lets himself relax
Another favourite type of hug for Carlos is when youāre venting to him after bottling everything up for too long. He listens quietly, all traces of teasing gone from his face, looking at you with nothing but concern in his eyes.
He doesnāt interrupt much. Usually itās just a soft ācome here,ā before pulling you against his chest. Somehow, the simple gesture alone is enough to loosen the tight feeling in your chest
Given his size and physique, his hugs feel safe. Warm. Solid. His strong body around you feels like a protective shield, like youāre in your own bubble, where the world outside canāt reach either of you.
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If you could see me right now, Iād be giggling and kicking my feet with the thoughts in my head about this headcanon. Given what weāve talked about so far, I donāt think itās hard to believe that Carlos would be the first to say I love you.
Carlos is emotionally driven and once he realises how deeply he cares about you, those feelings would slip into words and actions. I donāt even think saying it as part of a confession is a stretch either. He doesnāt seem like the type to endlessly dance around his feelings once they become too real to ignore
But despite his confidence, I just KNOW heād get awkward immediately afterwards
āā¦ Damn. That sounded so much smoother in my head.ā
And hearing you say it back would send this man over the moon. He would be smiling so hard afterward.
That being said, Carlos wouldnāt throw those words around carelessly. To him, āI love youā carries weight because love also comes with vulnerability and attachment, two things he doesnāt take lightly after everything heās been through
Still, once the relationship becomes more comfortable and settled, the phrase starts slipping into every moment naturally.
A quick āLove youā before hanging up a call. Mumbling it half-asleep. Saying it before leaving the house or before another mission like itās become second nature to him
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Carlos isnāt the type to get jealous easily over a harmless interaction. He has a healthy amount of confidence in both himself and your relationship. He trusts you wholeheartedly to not jeopardise that so he doesnāt feel threatened when someone gives you attention
Sometimes, he even finds it entertaining watching people fumble over themselves and unsuccessfully try to flirt with you when he already knows you wonāt give them the time of day. If anything, it boosts his ego a little
Having said that, Carlos definitely isnāt completely immune to jealousy either. He can be surprisingly territorial when he needs to be, especially when someone crosses boundaries, making you uncomfortable or simply refusing to take the hint. His protectiveness tends to kick in very quickly once he realises someoneās behaviour is disrespectful
At first, he would watch the interaction carefully, assessing the situation rather than acting aggressive right away. He might take it a step further and hover nearby, maybe an arm around your waist to pull you closer. He knows that you can handle yourself, so he doesnāt immediately jump unless he feels like he genuinely needs to
He usually tries to keep things lighthearted on the surface
āYou know, babe, I think your fan clubās getting a little bold.ā
But if someone genuinely disrespects you or ignores your boundaries after being warned, Carlos' protective side would quickly take over. He has no problem becoming confrontational when it comes to your safety or comfort.
But jealous Carlos while heās still pining would be different. Instead of becoming assertive, he gets noticeably quieter which is not normal for someone who talks your ears off. He tries to act casual about it, but you can tell somethingās bothering him
He overthinks more than he lets on, quietly trying to suppress the feeling rather than admit to it outright
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Oh, Carlos is definitely not shy when it comes to kissing you. Physical affection like kissing is one of his favourite ways to express love, right behind cuddling, that is.
He especially loves kissing your cheeks and forehead. Half the time, heāll purposely tease or say something that he knows will get a reaction from you first, only to immediately follow it up with a kiss afterward.
His beard lightly tickles your skin too, especially when he keeps peppering your face with multiple kisses in a row.
The first time he noticed you trying to laugh when his beard brushed against your skin, he mentally stored that reaction away immediately before doing it again on purpose just to hear you laugh harder. He even goes to kiss your neck the same way too. (It worked)
Forehead kisses feel much more tender and more intimate coming from him. They usually happen during quieter moments, maybe when he finally comes home after being gone for so long, when youāre upset, or after a particularly stressful situations
Carlos would gently hold your face, murmur something comforting under his breath, then press a slow kiss against your foreheadā a reminder that he wasnāt going anywhere
As for himself, Carlos absolutely loves being kissed around his face and jaw by you, especially after a long day. He secretly LOVES when you initiate affection first because he spends so much time being the giver of comfort.
So when youāre the one pulling him close first, it affects him way more than he lets on. He always acts smug afterwards, but the slight grin he tries to hide gives him away everytime
Your first kiss together wouldnāt happen during the middle or chaos or missions either. Carlos would want the moment to happen somewhere private when neither of you were distracted by the world around you
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Iām literally cheesing thinking about writing this up because the scenarios in my head are making me want to burst, oh my gosh. Just like settling down, having children wouldnāt cross Carlosā mind until long after the destruction of Racoon City, after heās finally somewhere quieter and safer
I really think that Carlos would make an amazing father. We already see how naturally protective and attentive he is in the gameā helping civilians reach safety, constantly checking people, keeping morale up even under pressure. Heās naturally engaging and emotionally responsive, so kids would gravitate towards him quickly
And I donāt think it would take much convincing for him to want children someday. Maybe he causally brings it up after stumbling across an old family photo or seeing a parent playing with their kid somewhere. Or maybe you ask him first, expecting hesitation, only to be surprised by how soft and thoughtful he gets about the idea despite everything heās been through.
He gives off huge āfun dadā energy. Playful, physically active, outdoorsyā the type to teach his kids soccer in the backyard and get way too invested in family games. I saw a headcanon stating he would make a good boy dad, but heād also adore daughters just as much and end up completely wrapped around their fingers
As a father, Carlos would be incredibly physically affectionate. Carrying kids on his shoulders, letting them climb all over his back, act dramatic when toddlers āinjureā him during play fighting. Half the time he acts like heās losing battles on purpose just to hear them laugh
He would love to live in a home that feels lived-in, chaotic and loud. Roughhousing in the living room, toys scattered everywhere, everyone talking over each other at dinner. After growing up around so much instability and violence, creating a warm and secure home for his children would become deeply important to him
And then thereās you in the middle of all of the household chaos trying to maintain some level of order while Carlosā¦ accidentally encourages the nonsense instead
āBabe, I got it under control.ā
One of your toddlers is trying to climb him like a tree.
āPapa said burping louder means Iām getting stronger :Dā
You slowly turn to look at Carlos
āā¦Carlos.ā
āOkay, okay, maybe I took it a little too far.ā
The kids inherit his habit of talking constantly, which can be both endearing and a punishment for you specifically
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There is no doubt in my mind that Carlos is an early riser. During the canon timeline, Carlos' mornings would be much harsher and more survival-oriented. He's so used to unstable sleeping schedules and dangerous environments that waking up becomes almost mechanical for him.
Years of military schedule and inconsistent sleeping patterns conditioned his body into waking up early automatically, even long after everything in Raccoon City is over. Itās just a habit he canāt give up
So even post-canon where he technically has nowhere to be, Carlos would still wake up before you. After waking up, he probably spends a few quiet moments mentally orienting himself and planning out the day ahead
Some of his old habits would stick, like checking his surroundings, listening for noises. But the moment his eyes land on you beside him, youād notice the tension in his shoulder ease almost instantly.
Waking up somewhere peaceful beside the person he loves instead of in survival mode is something that quietly affects him more than he knows how to explain. Ironically, mornings are probably one of the rare times where Carlos becomes naturally quieter.
For once, heās not yapping your ears off. It might be because he is finally basking in the calmness without the chaos he grew up with. That doesnāt mean the teasing disappears completely though (canāt get rid of him that easy). Youād still hear sleepy comments in that low morning voice of his while he slowly gets ready
āCāmon. I already made coffee. Donāt make me drink yours too.ā
Carlos physically cannot sit still for long. Eventually heād get up to stretch, do light workouts, check the house or start making coffee while youāre still trying to drag yourself out of bed. Physical activity probably helps regulate a lot of his stress
Something as simple as getting ready in the morning affects him more than he realises. Heās not waking up in a dangerous place with noisy barracks or in a combat zone and thatās something he wonāt ever take for granted
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Night times arenāt always soft or romantic, especially while heās still working as a mercenary for Umbrella. Itās literally anxiety-inducing, especially for you.
Missions could last for days at a time, sometimes several nights without hearing from him at all. All you could really do was wait and hope he came back in one piece. Even worse when thereās no real way to communicate with him while heās gone
But on nights when he is home, youād get to see a much softer version of Carlos. Once everything quiets down and thereās nothing left distracting him, a part of his guard lowers around you, though never completely
Some nights, he comes back not just exhausted but emotionally devastated too. Maybe a mission failed. Maybe civilians got hurt. Maybe he couldnāt save someone in time
Those nights, Carlos becomes much quieter than usual. He might not immediately talk about what happened, but youād feel the heaviness of the day lingering on him anyway.
Even then, he would still instinctively seek you out. Arms wrapped around you, face buried against your neck, holding onto you like a lifeline and grounding himself in your warmth helps silence everything else for a little while
And on better nights, while heās still exhausted, his lighter side slowly comes back again. Sleepy teasing, low murmuring, quiet conversations while you trace shapes along his back and help him unwind after a long day.
Some nights, Carlos would probably wait until you fall asleep first before finally allowing himself to relax
We already know how extroverted and sociable Carlos is. Heās emotionally perceptive and good at making people feel comfortable, so people might assume they know him quickly. But thereās a huge difference between being personable and emotionally vulnerable and Carlos definitely keeps those things very separate
Even after trusting you, Carlos still wouldnāt immediately open up about heavier parts of himself. Humour remains one of his biggest coping mechanisms, and he often hides his stress behind teasing, casual conversations, and a brave face meant to reassure everyone around him
He tells stories easily, keeps conversations flowing and always tries to lighten the mood whenever things become too emotionally sensitive. Sure, itāll work for a little while but even he knows he could only be brave for you for so long
When he finally does start to open up, it isnāt one dramatic confession all at once. It happens gradually, usually during quieter moments when exhaustion finally catches up to him and everything piles on his shoulder. I imagine him slumped back in a chair during downtime after a particularly difficult day, too mentally drained to keep deflecting everything anymore
He would start with practical things firstā talking about the mission, the people he couldnāt saveā before slowly admitting how much guilt he actually carries underneath it all. Even then, he might still crack a joke halfway to soften the weight of what heās admitted
When it comes to his early life, Carlos would take much longer to talk about it. His childhood and experience back in South America feel far more personal and painful to him, especially being marked for execution before Umbrella gave him another way to survive
Those are the kinds of things he only reveals once he truly feels safe with you
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Carlos withstand a surprising amount of patience and endurance considering the environment he works in. Heās used to dealing with stress and difficult personalities without immediately escalating the situation.
Even during tense moments, Carlos usually tries to calm people down first rather than react aggressively. He assesses the situation before jumping straight into confrontation
Itās very telling in the game through his relationship with Jill in the beginning. Jill is understandably blunt, suspicious and guarded toward him because of her hatred and distrust toward Umbrella. She brushes off his flirting, questions his intentions, and keeps him at arms length for a while
Yet Carlos never becomes genuinely cruel, defensive or hostile towards her because he understands why she struggles to trust people. Instead he approaches her with the same lighthearted persistence and humour.
Another good example is whenever tension rises with Nikolai. Despite clearly disliking his attitude, Carlos still attempts to keep situations from spiraling unnecessarily.
When he threatens and pressures Jill, Carlos immediately steps in to defend her. Even then, he initially approaches the situation with restraint and calmness rather than matching Nikolaiās aggression
Because Carlos understands fear and survival instincts so well himself, he's actually much more tolerant of emotional reactions and difficult moods than people initially expect. And if heās patient with the people he works with, you already know that itāll increase tenfold since heās in a relationship with you
Carlos understands that loving someone means accepting difficult moments too. Disagreements, emotional baggage and bad days donāt scare him away. They make him more determined to be your anchor to lean on during those moments
Carlos doesnāt strike me as someone who enjoys dragging arguments out for the sake of pride. Once the emotions cool down, heād much rather talk things through properly than let resentment sit between you
āIām staying. Weāll work through this.ā
However, he is not infinitely patient. His anger would spike specifically when innocent people are harmed, someone abuses power, or when someone threatens people he cares about. We saw hints of this throughout the game whenever Jill is endangered, but it would become more intense if it involved his partner. Carlos is hard to anger personally, but very easy to anger morally
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This kind of goes much deeper than Carlos simply remembering random facts about you. With everything weāve covered about him so far itās no surprise that Carlos becomes extremely attentive toward people he cares aboutā especially you. Heās emotionally aware and always tries to make sure you feel safe and comfortable around him
He picks up on behaviour patterns, subtle mood shifts, routines and small changes in your demeanor. You could argue that part of him comes from years of training himself to assess people and situations quickly, but when it comes to you, it goes beyond survival instincts
His memory of you feels deeply personal. He remembers how you take your coffee, little comments you made in passing weeks ago, specific foods you like, or habits you donāt even realise you have yourself
That also means he notices the things you try hardest to hide. Your stress habits, the way your voice wavers when you're upset. Even old injuries, insecurities or moments when you pretend youāre okay when youāre really not
Carlos especially remembers the things you tell him during the vulnerable moments. Small confessions made while exhausted, emotional or half-asleep somehow become things he remember the most
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It would be difficult for Carlos to pick a single favourite memory from your relationship because every new moment you share together becomes something he treasures deeply. He's never experienced a connection quite like this before, so even the smallest moments end up feeling meaningful to him
But if he absolutely had to choose, one of his favourite memories would probably be during a rare period of downtime when were temporarily quiet and there were no infected lurking nearby
The two of you ended up messing around at one of the abandoned playgrounds scattered around the city. Most of the equipment was old, rusted and creaky, but still barely functional. Surprisingly, it wasn't even Carlos' idea. It was yours.
He still remembers the way you struggled trying to push him on the swings because of his weight, which he found way too funny and laughing the entire time.
Even the seesaw barely worked because of how much bigger he was, forcing him to push himself off the ground with his legs while laughing at your increasingly annoyed expression.
It wasnāt some huge romantic moment, but Carlos loved it because for a while, the world almost felt normal again
Another memory he secretly treasures isn't nearly as lighthearted, but it stayed with him just as deeply, was the first time you took care of him when he got injured
You were patching up one of his wounds carefully while softly scolding him for being reckless, and Carlos couldnāt stop watching you the entire time. Part of him barely focused on the pain at all, too distracted by your closeness and the careful way your hands moved against his skin.
Even while getting lectured, he still cherished every second of it because in that moment, he had your full attention. Moments like that quietly became home to him
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I donāt even know where to start with this because thereās genuinely so much to cover. Carlos is both a soldier and a medic, so his brain is constantly scanning for danger: exits, injuries, changes in your expression, stress levels, anything that could put you at risk.
We see this clearly in the game itself. The second Carlos learns that Jill has been infected, he immediately goes off course to retrieve a vaccine without hesitation. Despite the chaos happening around him, his focus narrows entirely onto saving her. And afterwards, he still stays by her side
If you were in a romantic relationship or just someone important to him, that protective streak only intensifies. It shows in almost everything he doesā checking rooms before you enter them, instinctively positioning himself positioning himself between you and danger, touching your shoulder or back to guide you somewhere safe
āLook at me. Youāre okay.ā
Even when heās terrified himself, Carlos tries to stay calm for your sake. Not because heās pretending not to be afraid, but because he wants you to feel safe enough to keep going
His protectiveness isnāt only physical, either. Carlos would protect your dignity just as fiercely. Heās usually the first to notice when youāre overwhelmed socially or uncomfortable in a conversation. Before things escalate too far, heāll redirect the attention away from you or casually step in to diffuse the situation
After a particular bad close call, his protective tendencies probably become even stronger. Especially if he nearly loses you. Something like finding you infected and racing against time to secure treatment would leave a lasting mark on him emotionally
Another incident that deeply unsettled him was when the two of you got separated during a mission. Even if it was only for a few minutes, the silence over the radio and not knowing where you were nearly drove him insane. When he finally found you alive, the relief on his face was almost painful to look at. After that, his habit of checking in on you constantly became noticeably worse.
At times, his constant vigilance can feel a little overwhelming. But beneath it all, you understand it comes from a place of care. Carlos had spent most of his life surrounded by death, and losing someone he loves is one of the few things that genuinely shakes him
Ironically, he struggles with being protected himself. Carlos is used to being the caretaker that accepting help, especially from you, feels a little unnatural to him at first. It takes time, usually exhaustion or injury forcing his hand, before he finally lets himself lean on you too
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Spending time with Carlos comes naturally. Heās easy to be around, engaging, and always tries to make you laugh no matter the situation
Even while dating, his attention shifts toward making sure youāre okay first. Whether youāve eaten, whether you're cold or stressed. Carlos notices those things almost immediately
A lot of his love shows through consistency, physical presence, and acts of service rather than huge extravagant gestures. Everything he does feels intentional. He remembers small passing comments you made days or even weeks ago and quietly incorporates them into the way he takes care of you
I think he probably finds comfort in focusing on those little details about you. Itās a relief from constantly needing to stay alert and watch his back
But Iāll be honest here, trying to properly date someone during a viral outbreak while civilians are actively dying around you makes romance a little difficult. But that doesnāt mean Carlos wonāt try
Your ādatesā probably arenāt traditional candlelit dinners or overly polished romantic gestures. Sometimes itās sitting together during rare moments of quiet time, sharing food, talking, or just finding temporary normalcy together in the middle of chaos
Carlos isnāt flashy with romance, but he genuinely puts effort into making things work with you. Heād probably rub the back of his neck awkwardly and admit that heās ānot good at this romance stuff.ā
āā¦but Iām trying here.ā
The sincerity behind it makes those moments feel even more special.
Speaking of, as confident and socially smooth as Carlos usually is, there are rare moments where that confidence noticeably wavers around you. Especially whenever he's trying to do something genuinely romantic or emotionally sincere. Just seeing that softer uncertainty from someone usually so composed somehow makes his affection feel even more genuine
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Weāve touched on Carlosā odd dishwashing habits when we talked about domestic life with him (which, to be fair, isnāt entirely his fault). A lot of these habits comes from practicality
This also ties with other things. Carlos is weirdly messy in very specific ways. As mentioned before, he cleans in bursts rather than consistently. The house can suddenly go from spotless to chaotic domestic clutter within a few days.
One of the more serious bad habits is how often he puts other people before himself. It comes with the territory after spending so much of his life protecting civilians and constantly prioritising everyone elseās safety all while nuking zombies.
Sometimes he pushes himself far too hard, insisting heāll rest āafter everyone else is okayā. You end up being the one reminding him to slow down and actually take care of himself too.
How was he supposed to keep protecting everyone else when he was barely holding himself together?
Carlos also has a habit of masking his own stress with humour. Sometimes he jokes his way through situations that are clearly affecting him emotionally rather than openly admitting somethingās wrong
And finally another habit that does get on your nervesā¦ this man swears like itās a second language. Itās something he genuinely tries to work on, especially after having kids, but he does still occasionally slip up without thinking
āOh shāā
A tiny voice out of nowhere: āPapa, did you say a bad word O_O ?ā
The way he immediately freezes afterwards kills you every time
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Carlos is fully aware that heās capable, attractive and good under pressure. He has a healthy ego and sometimes that confidence can come across as a little cocky, but never arrogant. No matter how confident he is in himself, he always has humility and never treats people like heās above them
His confidence goes beyond just appearance too, Carlos is genuinely secure in himself. The way he carries himself feels approachable rather than intimidating.
Once you're together though, that cockiness can definitely come out more often. Teasing and flirting becomes second nature around you, mostly because he enjoys making you laugh and seeing your reactions rather than trying to feed his ego
āAre you checking me out again?ā
āI was literally looking past youā¦ā
āMhmm sure.ā
Carlos isnāt overly obsessed with his appearance, but he does take care of himself. Staying physically fit and presentable matters to him, especially after years spent relying on his body and endurance. Like, letās not forget that this man is built like a unit. Carlos is VERY aware of how strong he isā weāve seen the way he lift heavy weapons and carries people over his shoulder
Heād never outright flex for attention, but he absolutely uses it to his advantage sometimes. If he catches you struggling to lift something, heāll casually pick it up with ease before glancing back at you with the most smug, lopsided grin imaginable
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As extroverted and people-orientated as Carlos is, I donāt think heās the type to believe he needs another person to feel complete. Not because heās emotionally distant of incapable of deep love, but because life forced him to emotionally prepare for loss from a very young age
Growing up surrounded by instability and death around his wake taught Carlos early on that nothing is truly permanent. As a result, he became used to carrying things on his own and slipping into the caretaker role rather than allowing himself to fully rely on others
Even so, that doesnāt make his feelings any less genuine or meaningful. Loving someone becomes even more important because he understands how fragile life really is
Carlos may not view you as the missing piece that makes him whole, but he absolutely sees you as one of the best parts of his life. An anchor into a world that once felt unpredictable and temporary
You gave him another reason to keep surviving, another reason to come home safely. And even if he doesnāt always say it out loud, he carries an enormous amount of gratitude for that
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Okay, so we know heās born in the late 70s according to when the game is set (1998). If Carlos hadnāt joined the U.B.C.S, his playlist would probably be packed with 90s hits. Songs he swears he only listens to āironicallyā
Despite only being 21 during RE3, sometimes he carries himself as someone older. Someone whoās worn down, experienced, exhausted in ways most people his age shouldnāt be. But his music taste gives away the more carefree side to him that still exists beneath all that.
Heād try to listen to almost anything at least once, though he naturally gravitates toward hip-hop and R&B. Artists like 2Pac and Aaliyah are probably a permanent staple to his playlist
Heās also the type to hum songs absentmindedly without realising, especially while cleaning weapons, driving or patching someone up (youāve noticed a lot with the former when heās behind the wheel). Itās one of the few habits that makes him seem his age again
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It would truly take a lot for someone to get on Carlosā nerves, especially if he already cares deeply about them. Carlos understands trauma and fear better than most people, so he would never expect his partner to be positive all the time. However, thereās only so much negativity and hostility that Carlos can tolerate, especially when heās already carrying so much of his own baggage internally
Carlos relies on humour as both a coping mechanism and a way to navigate emotionally heavy situations. A lot of the time, his teasing and jokes are an attempt to lighten the weight in the room, even while hiding his own racing thoughts underneath. So if someone constantly shuts that down or responds with hostility every time he tries to ease the tension, it would wear him down overtime
Another big turn off for him is a lack of empathy. Carlos is very human-oriented and emotionally perceptive. He always prioritises civilians and the safety of those around him. Someone who is unnecessarily cold, dismissive, or lacks compassion would genuinely bother him
Carlos takes emotional distress very seriously. Mocking vulnerability, humiliating people for their fears, or belittling someone for showing emotion would genuinely piss him off. If anything, it's one of the fastest ways to make him lose respect for somebody
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There are a lot of things about Carlosā sleeping habits that reveal parts of his character. The most obvious is that heās an incredibly light sleeper. Unfamiliar sounds or sudden movements can wake him almost instantly
Given his military background, unstable sleeping patterns became normal for him a long time ago. Sleeping in uncomfortable conditions, surviving on unpredictable schedules, learning to rest whenever possible. Carlos can fall asleep almost anywhere if heās exhausted enough
Post-Racoon City, many of those habits still follow him. He unconsciously prefers sleeping where he can face the door, old instincts refusing to disappear. As mentioned before, he does occasionally have nightmares that would wake him up at night
There are days where he pushes himself too hard on purpose just so exhaustion knocks him out faster at night :( late night workouts, extra runs, anything physically demanding enough to quiet his mind and tire himself out
He sleeps best when thereās physical contact involved. You would find that he would always have an arm around you, legs tangled together. Sometimes he would even bury his face into your neck, just to feel your warmth even closer.
This got done quicker than I thought, still feel iffy about posting on tumblrā¦ but I hope I havenāt ruined Carlos for anyone </3
Quick one: can I get a āLetās chew ass and kick bubblegum!ā in my ask inbox if you made it this far and would want the NSFW version soon š¦ (just need to motivation to start it)
just wanted to say that the Alterhuman community on tumblr is honestly the best place for our kind. Itās (mostly) very welcoming, and especially for physical /biological/holotheres/zoanthropes itās incredibly helpful for beings like me who struggle with feeling alone in our existence , and sharing experiences on here, it actually feels like beings hear you.
thank you to the beings on Tumblr that make my day so much better
A reminder: Identity doesn't have to make sense at all. Identity just is. And if it's not holding up with your ideas of identity, that's fine. As long as it doesn't harm you, why making a fuss? Keep calm and move on.
wear cat ear headbands. go shopping at a pet store. sleep in a dog bed. run on all fours. roll around in the grass. get fang-shaped dental implants. growl and hiss at people. wear a collar. file your nails into claws. get species-affirming tattoos and piercings. eat your food out of a pet bowl. purr when you're happy. be truly yourself, no matter what.
