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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Note: This is part 2 (part 1) through Carlos's eyes!

(Ao3) A bit like Reader x Character, but instead of Y/N it's my character's name or surname. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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No one's into Aleksander "Raise Capela," maybe just one person, but whatever. A shorter, introverted guy. Washed, dark pink hair with dark roots visible, a calm, sleepy gaze with bags under his eyes, and the icing on the cake are the piercings in his ears and face. Oh, how Carlos is tempted to bite one of his piercings and pull them out, especially snake bites or industrial. He learned the names so he wouldn't look like an idiot when he finally spoke to him. And three, not to mention his body, numerous tattoos and scars, which he would gladly kiss and protect the boy so he wouldn't have any more. Like a knight on horseback, he would slay all his demons. How? He doesn't know, but he'll figure it out! He'd grab him by the body and pull him close, never letting go. He also dreams of learning his true style of dressing, not his work style. After a bag full of pins and keychains, he expects something that stands out. Something he can proudly say, "This is my beloved," which is everything. How he dreams of it. Has he mentioned how much he'd love to hear his nerdy ramblings? Whether it's about cybersecurity issues or his interests? He knows one: Formula 1. He recognized one of the drivers on the pin because he tried watching it, but it's not his thing. He more or less knows he watches various anime and plays video games. He hopes he'll listen to him compare them to video game characters or call him cute nicknames in Polish. (Or insults and curses… Or moans?)

He's afraid of one, his friend. He knows him, he works as a mechanic, and it's because of him that Raise is here. He knows they definitely have something in common: their shared dinners, those gentle touches and quiet words that make the younger one laugh or blush. He tried to find out on his own if there's anything more serious between them, but he's learned as much as he knows. His friend's name, that he helped him get the job, where he lives, what kind of car he has, that he gives Raise a ride to work and home, so they live close by. Probably, because he never managed to check his private information because he would have to go to the IT building, and they guard it worse there than they guard soldiers' data. He tried to find out from some people who work there, usually women…Most women. However, it didn't work out because they were either not interested in him or were blindly attracted to him. He doesn't plan on trying with men because even they won't leave their offices, and it's quite rude when eating in the cafeteria. Although Capela does go out a bit because he doesn't work long enough to absorb their routine, he's slowly doing it, which terrifies him. Do they have to work every free moment? It's called workaholism, and this one will cure him of that! He'll spend every free moment with him, gossiping about how awful his job is, over black coffee for himself, of course, and instant coffee with a little milk and sugar for him. And to top it off, a caramel cake that tastes and looks like sourdough, something like a brownie, but worse. He'll bake it for him and keep trying until he hears it's better than the ones from Poland. Oh, he has to talk to him sometime before he loses his chance…

-Did you hear that Aleksander? Raise?, Nevermind, he want to quit his job? - woman asked, interrupting his inner thoughts. Firstly, she had no right to disgrace his native name, and secondly, wait, what?

-What do you mean he wants to quit? - he asked, surprised, and in his head he prayed he hadn't said it too loudly.

-He had a fight with the manager and threatened to leave, but he didn't care. I'm telling you because you seem very interested in him. It'll probably be better for everyone, he won't have to bother them here, and the rest won't have to pretend to like and tolerate him. I heard that…

And here Carlos stopped listening because he knew it was just a problem, that he wasn't talking. He hated the rumors about his future boyfriend. How was he leaving? Where? Why? What were they fighting about? He had to find out right here and now, and maybe take him in his house. He excused himself to the woman and approached the man who looked so beautiful in the afternoon sun, oh, with the cash register and the laptop. When he came at his table, he forgot how to speak and what wanted to say.

-Hey Raise, if I'm not mistaken, do you have a moment? My phone's been freezing, and you're so into it, so you won't help me?

Stupid Carlos, he was supposed to say his native name, he was learning to pronounce it after all! He'd still look even more of an idiot than that phone excuse.

-Sure, sit down - he replied, grabbing his bag from the chair.

Oh Jesus, that accent that mutilates English words and makes him unsure if he's saying them correctly. Please, let him finally kiss him and take him to bed so he can speak broken English.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Note: This is part 1 through my character's eyes! (part 2) (Ao3) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

────୨ৎ──── In my opinion, Carlos Oliveira has a great chance in a relationship. Be it with women or men. Look at him. I know he'd surely receive as much love and attention as the universe is wide from this humble young man who's blindly staring at him. His eyes light up like a deer staring into headlights as he walks past. Usually, the greeting drives him crazy. After all, he's some kind of god, not a human! Of course, he'd gladly follow this man's religion. The most devoted to Oliveira's god.

For a long time, he's dreamed of those muscular arms wrapping around his waist and never letting go. He could also wrap them around his neck… He wouldn't be offended if his stubble tickled when he kissed him. He's most curious about what it's like to sit on his lap. His powerfully muscled thighs, which with the slightest effort could crush his skull. The worst part is that is afraid to speak to him. What if the soldier rejects him and laughs at him? He'll tell his friends and be a laughingstock for the rest of his life. Of course, there's such a thing as changing jobs, but not seeing Carlos hurts more.

That's why he's stuck; knows everything about him, yet nothing at the same time. He doesn't know how soft his hair or muscles is to the touch.

The mystery of the world, what Carlos Oliveira smells like up close without perfume, or what his skin tastes like.

Thus pondered the poor cybersecurity boy as he sipped his third coffee of the day, and it's only lunchtime! He stared at his beloved, to whom another woman had attached herself.

Oh, if only you knew, dear boy, that he's imagining you instead of that woman.

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Note: These are my first headcanons, and English isn't my first language, so I apologize. Just my night notes.

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For anyone who wants a little soft Javier for another man

☆ Javier in private is the nicest person you could ever wish for when the moonlight sets brightly or you manage to get some privacy from a tough cowboy he turns into a liquid teenager stupidly in love with his boyfriend. Fleeting kisses whenever possible, a gentle touch, whether it's a hand brushing against yours, or those thick fingers squeezing your waist while you talk to someone. Of course, he'll dismiss it, that it's just a joke.

☆ Unfortunately, in 1899, homosexuality was punishable by death, but he didn't care; if it were outed, he'd proudly admit it. There's nothing more romantic than dying with your lover by your side, yet he is a romantic. The first person he'd tell about his relationship with you would definitely be John. Those two bastards are close, so they share gossip. I'm looking for advice on how to manage a relationship, or how to cope with the whims of my "wife." I might also try to subtly ask Arthur how to be a better romantic.

☆ Even if his guitar is on fire, if you ask him not to tell anyone, he won't, or his guitar will be fed with this information. Same with the relationship. He'll ask you if he can tell John and Arthur, but he knows it's best not to tell Micah. That bastard doesn't deserve it.

☆ He writes songs for you and plays them around the campfire, knowing that only you know the message. Whenever he comes up with a new idea, he'll tell you about it, translate the lyrics, and play them around the campfire especially for you. A brief eye-to-eye contact, a subtle smile of the lovesick mutt, and he returns his gaze to the guitar so as not to confuse the notes for "mi miel".

☆ Coming back injured or sick from a raid or "trip"? Prepare yourself for an overprotective Javier Escuela like you've never seen before. This bastard will bring food to bed, play various notes to improve your mood and chase away boredom. He won't even be afraid to kiss you, what does he care about bacteria and germs when his boyfriend is suffering and deserves a kiss on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the lips.

☆ He'll be ashamed at first and won't intervene well when he discovers he's falling in love with you. A foolish fool is devoted to religion and thinks it's a sin for a man to love a beautiful man. Chin up, he'll love living in this sin. He'll wonder if he should take the leap, and he will. Now he's the happiest man in the world.

☆ When you choose Arthur's side, his heart will break, he understands, but seeing his love leave and not being able to say goodbye hurts even more. He'll be furious that you didn't stay with him, and later he'll regret not going with you. He'll regret being devoted to Dutch, or not forcing you to stay. After some time, he will pray for you to meet and he will be able to fix it, and if not, for health, happiness and other stupid things that a loving boy can wish for his lifelong love.

☆ Once you choose Dutch's side he will change, you will notice it, he will become distant, rough and less emotional, there will be fewer people left in the gang and the same privacy. You miss it when you remind him of it and he rejects you. You decide to leave, giving him the choice: he comes with you, or it's over. He's so stupid with his "I'm committed to Dutch" thing. You leave without him, and he'll live with the memory of not giving you a proper goodbye.

☆ What if he goes with you? He'll realize there's no point in being with Dutch? He planned to take you to Mexico, remember? Oh, you'll live on the outskirts, a wooden house decorated with plants, a small yard, and white fence. Do you know how happy he is to finally have you all to himself? He doesn't have to hide the fact that you're just a friend? He can sleep with you peacefully and not worry about anyone finding out. Every day he gets up a little earlier to make coffee for you and himself, and when you sometimes wake up in his shirt after a tender night, he kisses your forehead, slightly sore, and pulls you closer to him. And so it goes, whether it's a good night's sleep or not. This bastard loves you, and you love him more, or maybe he loves you more? No one knows. You both love each other deeply.