A recon mission gone wrong traps you and Carlos in a broken elevator. With steel groaning and time ticking, trapped in an elevator after an explosion rocks the building, Carlos panics—but not for the reason you expect. With time seemingly running out, he confesses the one thing he thought he'd take to his grave: his feelings for you.
💥 Trapped together. Tension rising. And a confession that might just change everything. 💥
📩 Taking requests now for TVD, TO, Genshin, and Resident Evil game fanfics!
You hadn’t expected a simple recon mission to spiral into a full-blown disaster. One moment you and Carlos were sweeping the upper floors for survivors, and the next, the building trembled beneath your feet. A deafening blast roared from somewhere below, sending tremors through the concrete. Debris rained down, alarms screamed, and the elevator you had just stepped into lurched violently before screeching to a halt. The lights flickered as the emergency brakes slammed into place.
Now, you were trapped in a half-collapsed, groaning elevator shaft, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Carlos Oliveira. Sparks danced overhead. The metal creaked ominously with every vibration, and dust trickled through fine cracks in the walls. The emergency light buzzed, dim and flickering like a dying firefly. The silence between you pulsed with tension, broken only by your shallow breaths and the distant clangs from above.
"We’re gonna be fine," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.
Carlos gave a dry chuckle. "You always say that when we’re definitely not fine."
You turned to shoot him a playful glare, but his smirk had already faded. His jaw was set, and his gaze was fixed on you—not with fear, but something far more vulnerable. He wasn’t just tense. He was unraveling.
"Carlos?" you asked, softening your voice, searching his face.
He met your gaze, eyes wide and raw. "If we die here," he murmured, the words catching in his throat, "I need to tell you something."
Your heart stuttered. "Carlos—"
"I know, I know. It’s not the time. It’s the worst time. But I’ve been holding this in for too long—through every mission, every close call. I can’t go out without saying it."
The air in the elevator grew heavy with unspoken emotion.
Carlos inhaled sharply. "I like you. No—that’s not enough. I’m in love with you. I think I have been since that first mission in Raccoon. You cracked a joke about zombie etiquette, and I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my rifle. That was it. I was gone."
You stared at him, stunned. His words clung to the silence like a final breath.
He looked away, then back again, hesitating. "I know it’s probably one-sided, and I’m sorry if this makes things awkward, but—"
"Carlos," you cut in, reaching out to take his hand. His head snapped up.
You smiled, breathless but steady. "We’re not gonna die. But even if we were... you deserve to know. I’ve been in love with you too. Since day one. You just never noticed, idiot."
He exhaled a shocked laugh, eyes glistening with disbelief and something dangerously close to hope. And right on cue, the elevator jolted—then began to slowly rise. You both looked up as the movement steadied.
"See?" you said with a soft laugh, your nerves spilling out in a wave of relief. "Told you we’d be fine."
Carlos blinked, dazed. Then that crooked, boyish grin bloomed across his face. "Okay, but when we get out of here... first date. Non-negotiable."
You chuckled. "Dinner. Somewhere safe. No zombies. No explosions."
"Deal," he said, voice low and warm.
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open to reveal a dimly lit, debris-littered hallway. Neither of you moved right away. For just a moment longer, you stood there, hands still entwined, hearts still racing—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous: hope. And just like that, the mission changed.
❤️(CarlosxReader fanfiction) I'll do a second part if this reaches 10 likes.
Carlos' brown eyes roamed through Raccoon City's skyline from the distance. His team, the U.B.C.S, accompanied him in his journey to a city that was filled with terror and chaos. He felt anxious, and the clammy skin of his palms held the cyclic of the helicopter really tight. When the news that the city had succumbed to a new and strange disease that could turn people into brainless and flesh-hungry creatures got to him, he was in Latin America, doing some mercenary work for the Umbrella Company.
He instantly thought about her.
Carlos knew he had to go back and try to look for her, sure, she was a strong woman and she could take care of herself, but he couldn't just leave Juliet's fate to destiny. So, when the command was finally given, he took his equipment and went on to Raccoon City with one purpose... Finding Juliet.
During that ridiculously long flight, he had a lot of time to reflect. Carlos still loved her and he was well aware of that. Remembrance of her watery hazel eyes looking at him came to his mind, she was almost begging him to just run away with her and leave his work with Umbrella for reasons he couldn't comprehend. At the end of that day, Carlos made a choice, and now he had to go back and ask for her forgiveness. He hadn't stopped loving her a single bit, no matter how much time had passed since he saw her for the last time. He thought about her almost every hour of every day. The memories of her soft hands going through his chest and his hair, and the feel of her plump lips on his were the only things that kept him sane. Carlos had never really cared about the word 'regret' until he finally understood that she was gone.
When Carlos left her apartment that last time, she became a ghost and disappeared like if she had died. He looked for Juliet everywhere, like his life depended on it. Once he noticed that she would never answer the door again, he started making calls that where rejected, then wrote e-mails that were straight-on ignored. Hell, he even sent some bouquets of red roses, every each of them saying how wrong he was, and urging her to ring him, but still never received an answer. He only knew she still lived in the same place because her car still parked on the building's parking lot, and yet, he couldn't get near her, no matter how much he tried.
That's when the opportunity to leave the city and escape to Latin America appeared. He reasoned he had to change airs, in Raccoon City he was going completely nuts, and he had to take his distance from Juliet. Maybe that way he could forget about her, but with the distance, the longing only became worst, almost like that fucking disease that started eating away people's brains.
He had lost her one time, and he would never accept it if he lost her again, forever. The combination of those dark words scared him like a little boy, even more than the bizarre creatures that wandered the streets.
—Distracted much, huh? —said Tyrell once he cleaned the path from those monsters that up until a couple of weeks ago where humans with lives and feelings. Carlos recharged his gun, and lowered his guard just a little bit.
—I need to look for her, man. She must be near here, somewhere —Carlos led out a loud exhale, anticipating the soreness of the muscles in his legs from all the running they would have to do all night long. They didn't have the luxury of using their guns everytime they saw those creatures, because that would only draw the attention of the zombies that were nearby, so everytime they could avoid those things without killing them, they did it.
It was already dark out, and a couple of civilians were following their steps. Their plan was taking them to the subway, make it run, and save the most people they could. Carlos hoped for fuck's sake Juliet was beside him when it happened.
—Then just go for her. I'll wait for you in the subway. I need to investigate how to make it work.
Carlos nodded and Tyrell went on his own way with the people they were helping. He checked his surroundings and located himself, and realized that he was standing just a few blocks away from where Juliet's apartment used to be. He started walking silently, only with the sound of his heartbeat rumbling in his ears.
“Im gonna find you”, he whispered to himself.
-------------------------
Please excuse any mistakes you might find in this short fanfic. I usually write in spanish (as it is my mother tongue), but tonight I decided I might as well challenge myself. If you have any requests for all things Carlos (whether in spanish or english), send me an ask with your idea. I do most things, including smut. I hope you liked this.
