Hi. So, this is (or will be, eventually) a collection of twenty, fluffy Cecilos one shots. Because it's canon and it's flipping adorable.

So, I hope you'll enjoy the following and that you'll continue to keep watching for more little stories:)

Disc 1:

Afterwards

"Well," the scientist gestured over his shoulder, smiling as awkwardly as a person can, "this is me."

The broadcaster nodded slowly. "Uh-huh."

Looking at his fidgeting hands, Carlos murmured, "I should probably do something about this 'buzzing shadow' thing." He stole a quick glance at his companion, which did not go unnoticed. "A few experiments," he rambled on, his voice fading. "To see if I can save the town..."

"Oh?" Carlos could feel Cecil's three eyes boring through him. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No," the scientist responded all too quickly. He swallowed and continued, "A scientist is self-reliant. It's the first thing a scientist is."

"Oh," Cecil barely managed the sound. The tone of the radio personality's voice and his spindly form slumping in the corner of his eye made Carlos' heart sink. So he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against Cecil's, only for a short moment, before slipping wordlessly and gracefully out of the black car and into his lab, his home.

Unexplainably numb, Carlos made his way to his kitchen and unlocked the entrance to his lab. As he made his way down the all-too-silent stairs, he felt his calloused, golden fingers involuntarily fly up to his tingling lips.

Sinking into an office chair, surrounded by the comforting noises and lights of his lab, the normally quite manly Carlos allowed himself a moment of giddiness, complete with a crooked smile and a teenager-esque squeal. All the while, his fingers never once left his lips.

Meanwhile, Cecil was still sitting silently in his car outside Carlos' residence. Oblivious to the shadow creatures around him, he stared forward. One hand clenched tightly to the steering wheel, the other flew to his lips. Absently, he brushed his fingers across them, as if doing so could confirm that his scientist's lips had touched them just moments before.

Suddenly, Cecil let go an enormous squeak, his unusually sharp teeth bleach white in the dark. Beaming like an idiot, he started his car and pulled off into the street. All the while, his fingers never once left his lips.

Back in his lab, Carlos still slouched in his office chair, smiling to himself and slowly spinning around and around. At some point, he forgot all about saving the town. Thoughts crept in, thoughts that were all Cecil-centered.

What would Cecil do if he were down here?

Where and when did he get all those beautiful tattoos?

Does he know that I listen to him everyday?

As the night wore on, Carlos' musings took a different turn. Soon enough, he found himself hunched over, Cecil's name hissing shakily from his lips. Too tired and too blissful to move, he assured himself he'd clean up tomorrow. The scientist let himself drift off to sleep in his office chair, with one thought tugging at his mind:

I wish I would've kissed him longer.

Once he arrived at his apartment, Cecil made his way to his bedroom. He loosened his black-and-purple striped tie and flopped backwards onto his bed. Thoughts all about Carlos overcame him.

What would Carlos do if he were over here?

Where part of the world does that little hint of an accent belong to?

Does he ever listen to my show?

As the pearly moon made its way across the sky, Cecil's thoughts leapt down a different path. Eventually, he found himself sprawled across his bed, enthusiastically sighing Carlos' name. Looking at the mess he'd made, he decided cleaning could wait until the morning. Cecil curled up onto his side and let himself slip out of consciousness, with one thought tugging at his mind:

I wish he would've kissed me longer.

REM sleep sank over the two lovebirds. Their dreams were astonishingly alike. The broadcaster closed warmly inside the scientist's arms, both with closed eyes, but not asleep. Nothing needed to be said; they knew everything they had to.

And they both knew, for sure, they were in love.

Yeah, I'm sure you recognized the dialogue in the beginning of this one. You all know that I don't own it and all credit goes to Joseph Fink and the wonderful WTNV franchise.

I already wrote the second one, because that's what really got me into starting this. But this one just had to go first. It had to.

Review and keep reading, please! ^^