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luveline · 2 months

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hi jade! may I request about spidergirl and miguel? I missed them so much. maybe that she never experience valentine's? and she didn't expect miguel to do anything since he doesnt seems like the type of romantic guy. BUTTT i dunno I just missed them dearly :(((

ty for requesting !! —miguel surprises his forgetful spidergirl!reader with a small gesture of his affection on Valentine’s Day.

“Like, purpose,” you say, running your fingers over the plush carpeting beneath you. “You have a divine purpose, and I’m your girlfriend.”

“I can’t hear you.”

You raise your face. You can’t see Miguel, his body blocked by the white of the bed sheets in the way. “I’m just whining.”

“Come and whine over here, where I can hear you.”

You like his voice, so you listen. Not because he’s said it very kindly; he’s too bossy. You also like bossy, but that’s not the point. He shouldn’t always get what he wants.

“Do you not like being my girlfriend?” he asks conversationally, his broad back to you as he shakes the frying pan. He’s frying onion and potato for a tortilla española, a thick Spanish omelette made with ample oil. It’s your favourite of his many dishes, your mouth watering as you stand there.

“It’s fine.”

He reaches back for you and grabs at you blindly, though having a spider sense means he’s coordinated regardless. You slide under his arm, can’t believe you’re there —a few months ago he’d glare at you whenever you smiled at him, and now he’s holding you, pressing a slight of a kiss to your temple without a second thought. Though you’re sure now he’d been glaring because he was agitated to have a crush on, back then you’d thought he didn’t like you, which wasn’t half as fun.

Still, you clocked on eventually. People who don’t like someone don’t usually spend so long looking at said someone’s lips.

“Fine isn’t ideal.”

“You’re too clingy,” you say as you curl your arms around him.

“I know,” he murmurs into your skin. “What do you want to drink this morning, mi hermosa?”

You can’t decide. Miguel makes you a tall glass of water, a similar orange juice, and a frankly audacious cup of hot chocolate. It’s thick enough to cling to your spoon as you stir it.

“Alright,” you say as he puts your breakfast plate in front of you, “what did you do? You haven’t been this nice to me in ages.”

“Is that true?” he asks.

He was sort of nice yesterday when he fixed your phone (though you're suspicious he’d only fixed it so you wouldn’t ask one of your Peters), and the night before he’d been angelic, but that was mutually beneficial. You still as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his face pressed to the side of yours, his lips a kind line. You close your eyes and lean back.

A softness touches your other cheek. You peek at it through a squint, tentative, less so when you realise the softness is the petal of a red rose, and the rose belongs to a beautiful bouquet. You breathe out a gasp of awe. The flowers are a stunning dark red and wrapped in glitzy holographic cellophane. You’ve never seen flowers that looked so pretty, petal edges thick and stems a fresh green.

“For you,” he says.

“For me?”

“Mm-hm.” He eases the bouquet into one of your hands. “Happy Valentine’s.”

“Is that today?”

“Yeah, that’s today.” He kisses the corner of your mouth.

You fluster as he stands tall and moves away. Bouquet hugged to your chest, you turn your head to watch his movements carefully. “Miguel, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not, carino.”

He pushes the sleeves of his shirt up and grabs the two bowls left behind on the counter. You can smell the refreshing spice of the peppery gazpacho and the lemon of the salad as he lays it out in front of you. Your stomach growls, but there are more important things to address.

“I had no idea–”

“I hardly expect you to know what hour of the day it is, I wasn’t expecting anything.” He sits down in the chair beside yours at the table.

“So it’s February… interesting.”

Miguel actually laughs as you shove the flowers down and throw yourself at him. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he scolds.

“I love your laugh,” you say, clinging to him for dear life. “I love you, I love your face, I can’t believe you got me flowers, Miguel. Miguel–”

“Don’t act like I never get you anything.”

I just didn’t think you’d do something this romantic, you think. It’s not fair to him. You still have the pencil sharpener he made for you when you’d haunt the workshop unbidden to him. What had he said? Something like Bring it to me when it needs charging. Well, you never remember, and yet it’s never dead. He’s that sort of romantic. “Thank you,” you say.

“Were you still of the idea that I don’t like you very much?” he asks, pulling you into his lap with an unblinking strength. His thighs are solid underneath you.

“Oh, no, O’Hara, you like me too much.”

“Really?” He laughs.

“Really. N’ I like you ten times that much, and,” —he kisses your neck— “that’s why we’re in love.”

He scoffs at your teasing tone, breath tickling the side of your neck. “The longer you sit here trying to apologise the cooler your cocoa gets. Don’t be sorry, yeah? I know you didn’t know.”

“I’m not trying to apologise. I’m mad. You could’ve told me it was Valentine’s coming up but you didn’t. You wanted to make me look bad.”

He hugs you close, arm held firm to the curve of your back. “That’s exactly what I was trying to do. You caught me.”

You lean back. He holds you tight to stop you from falling as you wrestle with the bouquet, pulling one especially lovely rose from the bunch. “Happy Valentine’s, mi vida.”

“That’s cheating, and not even half the effort I put in.”

You press it to his chest and look up at him with every ounce of affection you have for him: it winds him. He covers your hand on his chest, pulling it over his heart.

“Forgive me?” you ask.

He rubs your knuckles. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

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gavisfanta · 18 days

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QATAR - PEDRI

summary: youre messis daughter and dating pedri while the world cup is happening

warnings: none

@yourinsta

the journey to qatar was amazing, now that I've spent the first three hours here I cant wait for the world cup to start.

Vamos Argentina y Vamos España 🇦🇷 ❤️ 🇪🇦

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@garnacho7 👏🏼👏🏼

@pedri ❤️🇪🇦

@random supporting two teams is insane

@random imagine having the problem that your bf plays for spain and your dad for argentina and you dont know who you'll support

@random thats my dream problem

@random VIVA ESPAÑAAAA

@random I hope Messi can win it this year

@random can we please talk about how cute pedris smile is in the third picture??

@random why does she have the spanish passport if shes Argentinian??

@random she grew up in spain

@random Hala madrid

@random who is she?

@random shes Messi's daughter

@pedri

Esto acaba de empezar, sí, pero qué debut locos! Vamos España ❤️🇪🇦

(This has just begun, yes, but what a crazy debut! Let's go Spain)

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@yourinsta guapoooo😍😍😍 (handsome)

@pablogavi simp

@pedri ❤️

@random LMAO

@random Pedri Potter

@pablogavi Hermanoooo looking good

@random hes soo fineee

@rodri so excited to play with you pedri ;)

@ferrantorres mágico

@random spain gon win the world cup

@random lets go spainnn

@sefutbol que chico 😍😍 (what a boy)

@marcosalonos pedriiii 😍😍

@yourinsta

Amazing game by spain as always, it was great to support you @pedri with @siramartinezc and lets keep going this way. Vamos España ❤️❤️

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@pedri red looks good on you amor ❤️ pinned comment

@siramartinezc 🇪🇦❤️

@pablogavi youre my favourite girlfriend of pedri

@yourinsta oh... thank you gavi...

@pedri gavi.

@anapelayoz mis chicas españolas favoritas 😍❤️ (my favourite spanish girls)

@antonellaroccuzzo 😍😍

@mikkykiemeney when are you coming to a game with me ? 😁😁

@yourinsta soon... maybe...

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@pedri

Muchas gracias por todo, Luis. Por tu confianza y por tu apoyo desde el primer momento, y por haber creído y cuidado siempre a este grupo. No hemos lIlegado donde queríamos en este Mundial, pero seguro que el futuro te deparara nuevos exitos

Muchas gracias también a toda la gente que ha estado a nuestro lado. Por ellos y por la @sefutbol tenemos que pasar página y trabajar para dar alegrías a nuestro país de la mano de Luis De la Fuente. Su suerte será la nuestra. 🇪🇦

(Thank you so much for everything, Luis. For your trust and for your support from the first moment, and for having always believed and cared for this group. We haven't gotten where we wanted in this World Cup, but I'm sure the future will bring you new successes

Many thanks too all the people who have been by our side. For them and for the @sefutbol we have to turn the page and work to give joy to our country from the hand of Luis De la Fuente. Your luck will be ours.)

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@yourinsta

Spain has been great and it's really unfortunate that we had to leave Qatar after this loss. I wish we could've went on further but I'm sure everyone is gonna take this as a challenge and win more trophies in the next 4 years. ❤️🇪🇦

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@pedri ❤️

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@yourinsta

TO THE FINALSSS

VAMOSSS

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@leomessi 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

@pedri ❤️

@random YESSS TAKE IT HOMEE

@random vamoooooo argentinaaaaaaa

@random france easy win

@random 😍😍

@random mbappe as world cup champion sounds better

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@leomessi

CAMPEONES DEL MUNDO!!!!

Tantas veces lo soñé, tanto lo deseaba que aún no caigo, no me lo puedo creer...

Muchas gracias a mi familia, a todos los que me apoyan y también a todos los que creyeron en nosotros. Demostramos una vez más que los argentinos cuando luchamos juntos y unidos somos capaces de conseguir lo que nos propongamos. El mérito es de este grupo, que está por encima de las individualidades, es la fuerza de todos peleando por un mismo sueño que también era el de todos los argentinos... Lo logramos!!!

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJO!!!

Nos estamos viendo muy pronto... 🇦🇷🇦🇷

(WORLD CHAMPIONS !!!

I dreamed it so many times, I wished it so much that I don't fall yet, I can't believe it...

Big thanks to my family, all my supporters and also to all those who believed in us. We prove once again that the Argentinians when we fight together and united we are capable of achieving what we set out to do. The credit is of this group, which is above individuality, is the strength of all fighting for the same dream that was also that of all Argentinians... We made it !!!

LET'S FUCKING GO ARGENTINA !!!

We're seeing each other very soon...🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷)

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@yourinsta LETS GOOOOOOOO CAMPEONES

@fcbarcelona beautiful 😍

@enzofernandez CAPITÁN 👏🏼👏🏼❤️❤️🇦🇷🇦🇷

@garnacho7 😍🇦🇷

@antonellaruccuzzo ❤️🇦🇷

@seleccionargentinaen "Lionel Messi has shaken hands with paradise"

@brycehall 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

@lisandromartinez Mi capitán 👏🏼🇦🇷

@random lmao barca commented

@random poor Cristiano

@random G.O.A.T.

@random I call this history

@yourinsta

This has been an incredible and surreal time and I'm so so thankful for everyone I met during my time there and I am so happy that my native country won it.

Thank you Qatar and VAMOS ARGENTINA 🇦🇷

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@selecciónargentina "todos somos montiel"

@leomessi VAMOSSSSS 🇦🇷🇦🇷

@antonellaroccuzzo ❤️❤️🇦🇷🇦🇷

@pedri 😍

@433 that world cup was special...

@pablogavi pedri looks so handsome 😍😍

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@yourinsta

argentina has been magical, thank you for sticking along @pedri ❤️

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@pedri de nada amor ❤️😍

@leomessi 👍🏻

@random this is so dad of him 💀💀

@random MESSI

@mikkykiemeney so pretty 😍

@yourinsta ❤️

@random i love her and pedris relationship

@random that first picture >>

@random argentina did well ngl

@random pedri in the first pic AAAA

@random Idk who I'm jealous of, her or Pedri

@yourinsta

mi equipo 🫶🏻🇦🇷

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@leomessi mi hija ❤️

@pedri beautiful girl 😍😍

@yourinsta ❤️

@random VIVA ARGENTINA

@random undeserved

@yourinsta

back in barcelona, no better place then home 🫶🏻

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@pedri ❤️

@mikkykiemeney Home ❤️❤️

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barcaracing · 1 year

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Can i request a one shot about fem!reader attending the “supercopa española final” and celebrating with pedri and his family after the big win please? ❤️💙

mi campeón | pg8

pairing: pedri gonzález x reader

warning: just a few sexual innuendos bc pedri is being a little shit

a/n: my first request aah thank u for this lovely idea :,)!! this is my first pedri and fcb fic so yea. a lot of wild stuff happening today

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The score was 2:0 and you were close to tears. This was the club you'd loved and supported your entire life and after all these seasons of endless pain, it was finally happening—FC Barcelona was getting back to where it belonged.

You hadn't seen the team play like this in a very long time, but it was beautiful to witness. The line-up came as a bit of a surprise, but all doubts quickly dissipated once the game began. The players were dynamic, fast, and skilful. You were on the brink of giving yourself whiplash from all the head-turning you did, trying to keep up with everything while not daring to lose sight of your boyfriend on the pitch.

Even from all the way up in the stands, you could see the gears turning inside Pedri's head. It wasn't like you were trying to stare at him, but nothing drew you in like that look of unwavering focus and determination on your boyfriend's face. And when he broke into a sprint, you knew to your core where this was going.

"He's scoring," you said giddily, addressing no one in particular. To your left, his brother Fernando mindlessly threw the Barca scarf he was holding at your face and leaned forward, nodding eagerly.

"Come on, Pedrito."

You laughed and wrapped the blue and red scarf around your shoulders. Not even a minute later, it all played out.

Lewandowski passed the ball to Gavi who had been on his A-game the entire match. The Madrid defenders shifted their focus from Lewy to Gavi, but Pedri came running from behind, pointing quickly in front of him. Gavi kicked the ball across and Pedri shot it into the net. The stadium exploded in cheers. Fernando and you punched your fists in the air, shouting along. You felt Pedri's mother grab your arm and pull you into a tight hug. Rosy was sobbing when she pulled back.

"He did it! My Pedri scored a goal," she said, eyes glimmering with tears, and you were sure neither of your smiles could have been any brighter at that moment. Pedri's dad reached over and gave you and his son a hug as well, shouting a string of joyful words you could barely decipher through all the cheers. You just grinned back madly, seeing how you were at a loss for words anyway.

You had only let go when Fernando swiftly pulled you back to his side with one arm on your shoulder and the other pointing down to the pitch. Your gaze swept over the grass, searching amongst the celebrating Barca players the one with a number 8 on his back.

You found him. Pedri was strolling on the field with his hands cupped around his eyes, grinning up broadly at you and his family. You didn't think it was possible, but your heart pounded faster. You loved Pedri's celebration. No matter how much rubbish you and the other players liked to give him for it, you couldn't get enough of it. You threw both of your arms up and gave him your best smile.

“Vamos!” You cheered and blew him a kiss. Without missing a beat, Pedri used both hands to send you one back.

"Hermanito!" Fernando cheered along, his fist waving at his little brother. “You little romantic bastard,” he said at a volume only you could hear and chuckled. A few heads in front of you did turn, but neither of you paid them any mind. The game quickly resumed and before you knew it, the match ended with a beautiful score of 3:1. And with that, FC Barcelona had won the Supercopa de España.

You watched the celebration ceremony with shiny eyes and a smile that was probably etched into your face for eternity, but you didn't mind. Maria was alternating between you and her husband, squeezing your arms tightly whilst saying every once in a while, "I can't believe this. Finally!"

The fireworks eventually came to an end. People around you started filing out of the stands, but you were still giddy with excitement. You were quick to follow the González family down to the front row of the stands, waiting eagerly for those warm brown eyes to meet yours.

Pedri came jogging toward you all, embracing his mother first in a big hug. You were happy to stand back, watching him hug his brother and father next. When Pedri pulled back, you heard him ask, "Where's Y/N?" But before anyone could give him an answer, his eyes fell on you and your heart started pounding once more.

Grinning, Pedri stepped around his father and swept you off your feet with his arms tightly around your body. You laughed and crossed your arms behind his neck when he let you back down. Pedri's cheeks were still flushed from the game, and you couldn't help but press a kiss to his cheek.

"Hola," he said breathlessly, eyes gleaming while his hands settled on your waist. You needed a second to take in Pedri's post-game look. His hair fell messily to his forehead, sticking out this way and that. You couldn't even begin to describe how much of a sucker you were for it. Something warm fluttered in your tummy, and you told yourself to get it together.

"Hola," you finally replied, a shy smile blooming on your lips. "Mi campeón."

"Mi campeón, eh?" said Pedri, pulling you closer to him. "I like the sound of that. Might just have to stop calling me by my name."

You laughed and took off your scarf to wrap it behind his neck, gently pulling him closer to your face until your mouth was next to the shell of his ear. Softly, you let his name roll off your tongue and Pedri's grip on you tightened.

"Princesa..."

You hummed in question, pulling back to smile at him innocently. "I like saying your name." Pedri's face was unreadable to you, but before you could add anything else, he dipped his head and kissed you. His lips moved against yours, the familiar soft press made you lean in for more, but Pedri pulled back with a wink.

"Sorry, Y/N. This campeón has to go celebrate."

You gaped at him, then loosened a mock sigh. "I see the glory has already gotten to your head."

Pedri gave a shrug, smiling lazily. "I have been told that I'm a champion."

"Football players and their huge egos," you tutted, shaking your head gravely. "Too big for their own good."

Pedri smirked. "I don't think I've ever heard you complain about size."

"Okay, hermanito," Fernando swooped in, slinging an arm around his brother and putting some distance between you two. "Gross. Let's not ruin this moment by making me want to cut off my ears."

"Yeah, I don't think you could pull it off like Van Gogh," you said sceptically. Pedri laughed. He patted his brother's arm with a cheeky smile and stepped to your side, holding your hand.

"He's right. We need to celebrate this. We won the Supercopa. We're champions!"

You wholeheartedly agreed. The team had worked hard for this and deserved a proper celebration. But you enjoyed teasing Pedri just a little too much. Squeezing his hand, you turned to Fernando with a pointed look.

"See?" You nodded at your boyfriend, barely able to conceal your smile. "Huge ego."

Pedri cocked a brow, smirking. "You know what else is huge?”

"Pedri.” His brother cut him off, heaving a long-suffering sigh. “Please shut up.”

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worseforwords · 1 year

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Manchester Memories (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Part two to this fic, I recommend you read part one first.

Did you really just pull an Amy? As if on cue, your phone started ringing: FaceTime, Amy.

“Hey Ames, how’s Par-” “Y/N What the fuck!?” She cut you off. You looked at her questioningly. “What, are you like, eating truffle stuffed golden oysters for breakfast?” She yelled at the screen. You realise she must have noticed your excessive spending on her creditcard. “Yeah, sorry about that.” You started, suddenly looking away from the camera. “I figured I deserved it though, given you just ditched me last moment.” “Hm.” Amy took a moment to consider your argument. “Okay, fair enough. But it has to end here!” “Fine, I’ll stop.” You chuckled. “Seriously though what did you eat?” She asked. “I may have ordered breakfast for two.” You mumbled. “Were you that hungry?” Amy started, before noticing your cheeks starting to flush. “OH MY GOD, you had a guest! You should’ve just started with that. I’d love to financially support your love- and/or sex life!” Amy shrieked. “Amy, Jesus, calm down. Yes I had someone over. It was fun. Now let’s move on, how’s Paris?” You quickly changed the subject. “How’s erm, I feel like his name is Logan, or Levi?” “It’s Lewis, actually. Paris is beautiful, so is Lewis, formidable guy, great in bed, blah blah blah.” She quickly summed up. “Now we’ve gotten that out of the way: TELL. ME. EVERYTHING! Spare no details.” Knowing very well she wasn’t going to drop this, you told her the whole story, starting at the coffeeshop.

“Oh my god Y/N/N.” she said when you had finally finished your story. “What?” “You’re in looove!” She teased. “Wha- no I’m not. I just met her yesterday.” “Doesn’t matter, you are sweet for the Spaniard, mad for the Mancunian, lovesick for lobster-girl, enamorado de la chica española!” As much as you wanted to hang up and hide the smile on your tomato-red face, you couldn’t help but laugh at her quickly devised alliterations. “Shut up, Ames.” You mumbled in between laughs. “Oh man, I’ve only once seen you this flustered before, you’re in deep mate.” She said. “Whatever,” you answered. “I’m only here for a few days anyways.” “Now don’t be like that Y/N/N, you can always move to Manchester. Do it for looooove.” “Okay calm down. I have a life to go back to remember? I’m not like you Amy.” “Well, I’m not so sure about that anymore.” She chuckled. “Anyways, I have to go. Lewis is taking me to the Eiffel Tower. At least promise me you’ll make the most out of the time you have together?” “Yeah, I will. Have fun Ames!” “You too babes, talk to you soon!”

The next two days were spend on cloud 9. Ona had a busy training schedule, but made an effort to text you in between sessions whenever she could. As soon as she was done you’d meet up and hang out the rest of the day. You went on many walks, talked about anything and everything, visited random places in Manchester Ona had never even heard about and just enjoyed each others presence. You were pretty sure you were already gaining abs from all the fits of laughter you two shared. By the evening of the second day, neither of you felt like going out for dinner anymore, and Ona offered to cook for you at her apartment. Her roommate was staying at her girlfriends house, so you had the place all to yourself. You filled up on the Ona’s dinner (which was delicious by the way), before cuddling up on the couch to attempt watching the Lion King again. You actually finished the movie this time which you then, as Ona stated, had to celebrate. You happily obliged, and you spend the night there, leaving your luxurious hotel suite empty for the night.

You woke up to the sound of keys rumbling and the front door opening and closing. You turned around to discover your human pillow was no longer there. You found a note saying: “Off to get us some breakfast. Back in a bit.” You decided to stay in bed, hoping to persuade Ona into coming back to bed. “Ona!” A voice called, that clearly didn’t belong to Ona herself. You panicked, desperately grasping around you in search of something to cover up your nakedness. As you heard footsteps approaching the room you were in, you quickly picked up the nearest shirt you could find, which was the one Ona wore yesterday. You had barely put it over your head when the door flew open. “Ona have you seen my shin p- Oh. You’re not Ona.” The blond girl in the dooropening stated. “That is correct” The both of you were quiet for a second, whilst her eyes scanned over your messy hair, the clothes scattered on the floor and Ona’s shirt you were wearing, which you now realised was on backwards. “You erm, want some coffee or something?” She asked. “Yeah, sure” you said quietly. The blond girl, which you assumed was Ona’s roommate, finally closed the door, giving you some time to actually put some clothes on. You went to the kitchen and she handed you a cup. “I’m Millie by the way.” She smiled. “Hi, I’m Y/N” “So,” she started “you must be the reason Ona has been so absent these past days.” She chuckled, seeing your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Before you could answer you heard the jingling of keys. “Thank god.” You thought to yourself.

“Millie!” Ona shouted, also turning red immediately. “What are you doing here?” “Forgot my shin pads. Good morning to you too by the way” She was now grinning, clearly very amused about what she walked in on. You and Ona exchanged some looks as she mouthed “I’m sorry” to you. “Oh I love this. Everyone is going to hear about this at training later.” Millie teased, winking at you. “Are you bringing her tonight?” She asked, turning to look at Ona. Ona didn’t answer, instead just looking at you with a bittersweet smile. You both knew you had to leave this afternoon, so this was your last day together. “All right then, guess I’ll leave you two to it” Millie said when no one answered her question. After she shut the door you both burst out laughing, letting out all the tension from before. “Sorry about that.” Ona said once she recovered.

You plopped down on the couch whilst Ona started unpacking the breakfast she got you. “We are having a small party tonight. You could come if you want to?” She asked. You hesitated for a bit. “Ona, you know I-” “Please Y/N, one more night?” She now stood in front of you, handing you a plate and looking at you with a shy smile. You’d already skipped your plans to go to Birmingham to extend your Manchester stay, but you had promised to meet up with a friend in London, and you didn’t want to become a true Amy by ditching them. But damn the puppy dog eyes staring into your soul at that very moment sure made becoming an Amy very tempting. You gathered all your self-control: “I can’t, I- I don’t even have a place to stay and-” “Stay here, with me, por favor Y/N I-” She was practically jumping up and down at this point, when her hopeful expression suddenly changed. “I’m sorry, I’m being way to pushy. You don’t have to stay.” She hastily left to grab some cutlery, missing the pitiful expression in your face. “Ona” you said softly, following her into the kitchen. She didn’t look up from the drawer she was rummaging through. “One more night, but I leave in the morning. Bueno?” She turned around, dropping everything she had in her hands and ran towards you. She embraced you as her strong arms easily lifted you up in the air and you wrapped your legs around her waist. “Thank you thank you thank you” she said and you felt her smile into your neck.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Ona went to training, where she’d presumably be interrogated about the discovery her roommate made this morning. You went back to your hotel to gather your stuff and pack your suitcase. After checking out, you decided to do some shopping. You went to a thrift store for a bit, but grew tired of it quickly, remembering you don’t actually enjoy shopping. When you walked back out, you noticed an adorable little jewellery store in the alley across the street. You walked in to be met with the friendliest smile you had ever seen from the elderly woman behind the counter. You looked around for a while, until you laid your eyes on a golden necklace with a little lion on it. “The perfect souvenir.” you thought.

“You ready?” Ona screamed through the bathroom door. “Almost” you answered, putting on your new necklace before opening the door. “You look great. I like the necklace” Ona said upon seeing you. “Thank you, so do you.” You smiled. “You ready?” She asked again, making sure you're okay with going out to meet all of her teammates. “They can be quite intense, just so you know.” She looked ay you questioningly. “I will be fine, Hakuna Matata, no worries.” You smiled softly. She smiled back. “Hakuna Matata.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you, I’m Alessia.” Said the girl opening the door for you. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You held out your hand but she quickly pulled you into a tight hug. You walked into the apartment to find that chaos had already erupted. Girls screaming random things at each other left and right. “See, I told you, intense.” Ona chuckled at your at your stunned expression. “Now come on, I’ll introduce you”. The following hour she dragged you across the room, introducing you to basically everyone there. Some teasing happened, but for the most part everyone had been really nice. As the night progressed everyone started getting tipsier. The music was turned up and people started to dance. Some of the girls you met earlier dragged you onto the dance floor and you danced with them for a while. When you walked into the kitchen for a drink, Alessia was already there, preparing some snacks. “Enjoying yourself?” She asked. “Yes, everyone is being so nice to me.” You smiled. “Of course we are. We wouldn’t dare be rude to a girl Ona speaks so highly of.” She grinned. “She does?” You blushed. “She does. She really likes you Y/N. She couldn’t stop talking about you at training today.” You smiled softly at her words. “I really like her too.” You said, staring at the ceiling in thought. “But you’re leaving tomorrow, right?” Alessia’s words put you right back down on earth, you felt a knot in your stomach and the soft smile disappeared from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. Forget I ever said anything.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, really, you’re not wrong.” You said, quickly looking away as you felt your eyes starting to water. “I’m just going to get some fresh air.” You hastily turned around, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. The cold air on your skin actually helped, slightly numbing your sadness, as you sat on a bench outside. “Are you okay?” She asked, slowly approaching you. “Here, put your coat on, you’ll catch a cold.” Ona handed you your coat. The cold was no longer numbing enough once you looked into the beautiful eyes that now seemed to be looking into your soul. It simultaneously soothed you and broke you down, ultimately causing you to release a single tear. Ona quickly sat down next to you wrapping both arms around you. “Can you tell me what’s up?” She asked softly. “Tomorrow, I have to go.” You spoke quietly. She hugged you tighter, putting her head in the crook of your neck. You sat in silence for a bit, enjoying her embrace, when you felt something wet in your neck. You pulled away from the embrace to see she was now also getting teary eyed. You cupped her face and you both stared at each other. There was no point in trying to hold it in anymore, and both of you started sobbing uncontrollably. Then, somehow, the sobbing turned into laughter. You sat together laugh-crying for a while before you took a deep breath and said: “Come on, let’s have some fun while we still can, okay?” You finally said, standing up and reaching out your hand. “Yes, let’s do that. Hakuna Matata.”

You went back inside and Ona immediately dragged you to the dance floor, ignoring all the stares from her teammates at your tear-stained faces. The both of you danced like there was no tomorrow, and the rest of the girls joined in. Ona was about to attempt the worm, when the song suddenly changed. You immediately recognised it: Can you feel the love tonight, from the Lion King.

You turned around to see Millie had taken control over the phone connected to the speaker, smirking at the two of you. “You told them?” You chuckled. Ona blushed as you grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to you. You put your head on her shoulder as slow danced together for the whole duration of the song, not noticing how everyone had left the dance floor to leave you two be. When the song was ending you lifted your head back up, but you didn’t break the embrace. You gazed into each others eyes for a bit, before slowly closing the space between you for a slow, passionate kiss. It ended rather abruptly however, when the Spice Girls sudden blasted through the speaker. “No no no, stupid autoplay” Millie sprinted back to the phone to turn it off as fast as she could. “Sorry about that. Don’t mind me, please continue.” You both giggled as she sprinted away again. “Want to get out of here?” Ona asked. “Yes please”

You woke up to the sound of soft snores. You lay there looking at the beautiful girl in front of you for a while, taking it all in one last time, before quietly leaving the bed. You decided against waking her, instead you left a note on her nightstand:

“Thank you for everything, I had an amazing time with you, you made Manchester magical. I will never forget it.

Adéu Ona, Te echaré de menos.

Love,

Y/N

PS: Hakuna Matata”

You put your necklace with the little lion on it next to the note and placed a small kiss on Ona’s forehead. As you opened the door to leave the room, a small ray of light fell on her face. You glanced at the scene a little longer than intended, until you noticed her eyelids had slightly started to tremble. You quickly made your way out, taking a deep breath before closing the front door.

As you walked towards the busstation, you smiled at the sun starting to rise and suddenly, Amy’s words came to mind: “Make the most out of the time you have together.” That you did.

Part 3 out now

#ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #muwfc x reader #espwnt x reader

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 2~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader referred to as she/her, general violence, reader’s alias is Solar (powers include teleportation, and fire control), explicit language, reader wears makeup (not a specified amount :3 jus a lil) reader voms(not descriptively), no smut in this part ! see part 1 for some in the meantime ;3 <3 links above!

just a silly little part! enjoy <3

music rec: Hush by the marías <3

In front of the cartoonishly big iron vault, Sobek snaps his fingers, and in pops a levitating sphere of swiftly swirling water, inside swims a massive crocodile.

“Attack!!” Sobek shouts at the thing, pointing with a grand flourish of his entire arm your way.

As the alarm bells of the bank continue to blare, everything in motion stops to look at the villain as he continues to point dramatically towards you…

But nothing is happening.

The crocodile turns to him and it looks like they’re whispering for a second.

The air is stagnant with confusion when Sobek loudly hisses to the crocodile, “What do you mean, Habla Española?? do i speak spanish!? You don’t… speak english. well that’s fucking great. Ahrrrg!” He grabs his head in frustration, “Does anybody here speak spanish!?” He shouts at the crowd of now less panicked bank goers.

“I do!” A hostage woman calls out, raising her hand.

They aren’t even scared anymore. He face palms at his own loss.

“You know what fine. Book me. Whatever” He clicks his tongue, before snapping his fingers and sending the croc back to, presumably, Cuba. He then holds out his wrists for you as if you were gonna cuff him.

This is how most of his plots turn out. They end without even needing to fight.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your brows tightly knit as you try to massage them apart through your mask.

As you’re about to take him out of the bank and to your rental car, you’re seriously dreading seeing your superiors...

*POP*

“SHIT!” You curse in front of the very people you were just not wanting to see all of the hero’s in the classes above you, all talking around a ginormous round glass table without you. you’re the lowest class, and they always give you the worst jobs. They giggle at you lovingly, but it has you fuming when just as quickly as you ported in-

*POP*

You spin around in your new-new setting, realizing you’re back with Sobek. He thankfully didn’t move an inch while you were gone, you let out a relieved sigh and a shaky little laugh.

“H-hey there… S-Solar, you, um…Don’t” He swallows over a hard lump “You don’t… Have trouble um teleporting, do you?” He clears his throat and shifts on his feet uncomfortably.

“N-no! hah! w-Whywouldyouthinkthat? i just—h-had something to take care of. Now… Get in the car’” You open the door for him. There’s no way a villain can find out about your biggest, and stupidest weakness! and it just happened right in front of one!!! and he’s the worst one for it to happen in front of!!! He’d be so smug about it if he found out!

“Riiiiiiight something to take care of. right before you even finish kidnapping a villain” he speaks to himself, as you’re no longer paying attention, you’re in the driver’s seat takin this troublemaker straight to HQ, lost in thought.

Traffic is balls.

Traffic is hell.

Traffic can suck stinky old nut.

Of course you had to DRIVE him to HQ even though it’s like four blocks away… You smack your own forehead.

He sits in his own silent contemplation before hearing the *Slap!* of your hand landing, and snaps back into his own body.

“Soooo Solar…. You uh… Got any plans… Tonight?” He asks while uncharacteristically jittery, it’s weirding you out. Why is he so nervous around you all of a sudden? he’s usually vibrant and ridiculous with how many flourishes and spins he puts on everything he does.

“Why? are you askin’ me out?” You scoff.

“Pfft, No! I’m making small talk. Heard of it?” He puts his elbow on the window and head in his hand, ready to zone back out.

“For your information, I have a hot date tonight.” You proudly shift your head upwards, while keeping your eyes on the road.

He audibly swallows again…

“Okay, can you like, stop that? you’re seriously freakin me out dude.” You take your eyes off the road and hear a loud *HOOOONK*

Of course traffic clears up when you aren’t paying attention.

“Stop what?? I’m— I’m totally normal right now. Haha, we’re totally normal… Right now. Right??”

“What the fuck is your problem??? did you summon a croc into your panties???”

“I don’t have a problem, you have a problem! i’m not the one with problems. And even if i did, i wouldn’t want you trying to “hero treatment me” or whatever.”

““Hero treatment you”” You quote him and bust out laughing. “whatever. we’re here now anyway. Thank gods i don’t have to deal with whatever’s got your panties in a bunch any longer.”

Once Inside~

“What!?” You shout at the hero commander smacking your hands against the desk.

“Yeah wait! what!?” Sobek echos from behind you.

The walls of the Hero commander’s office are either floor to ceiling windows, or covered floor to ceiling in awards and degrees from myriads of sources. He sits behind a thick dark oak table.

“He’s a way higher class than that!! I mean,,, He can… He can summon crocodiles! HUGE crocodiles!!”

“Yeah! im a way higher class than that!!”

You elbow him in the ribs, “Shut up! You’re arguing for more punishment right now, you know? You’re getting off easy!”

“No, i’m arguing for my pride! I’m definitely higher than a D class! What losers are D class supers!?”

“Hey! I’m a D class super!!”

“What!?” his neck lurches forward in disbelief, “She’s way higher than D class!” He points at you stepping another foot toward your Hero commander.

“Will you two just Shut Up. Gods.” The old man pinches the bridge of his nose, and sets his paper work aside. “You’re both D Class. and you’re both on cleanup duty. Now GO.”

You’re both picked up as if by an invisible hand by the scruffs of your super suits and dropped onto your asses outside the office as the door slams shut behind you.

“Ow! Ass!” He hisses and rubs his bum.

“Hey that’s the hero commander you’re calling an ass!” You knock him upside the head.

“Ow! Ass!” He puts more emphasis on the words reannunciating what he had said.

You groan and rub your palms down your cheeks stretching down your eyelids in the process. “Why do you always have to get us put on cleanup duty!?”

“It’s not that bad! C’mon! We gotta do that fast so we can figure out how to get outta D class!” He jumps up and pulls you with him.

“Woah!” You run after your arm that’s being dragged down the corridors and toward the windows.

“Sobek… The elevator is that wa-AAAAAYYYYYY!!!” You’re suddenly free falling in a flying sphere of water, you try and swim up but it’s spinning, and your getting dizzy. “SOBEK!!!!” The word burbles out of you into the ferocious liquid. all you see is bubbles and blobs of colours.

He must’ve busted through one of the top floor windows and threw you in a bubble while he surfed down!

Soon enough you’re on the cement soaking wet with shards of glass littering the ground around you both.

He stands dramatically with his hands on his hips like he did a job well done. Meanwhile, you’re hunched over and drenched, coughing up sea foam angrily staring daggers into his back.

OOOOOOO, he’s so lucky you have a mask on! If your makeup was smeared he’d be DEAD!

When he turns and sees you struggling you hear the smallest little hint of laugher, and air being caught between puffed out cheeks. HE THINKS THIS IS FUNNY!?

“OH HO HO, NO! You shut it right now Mr.!!!” You stomp, water flying off of you in thick drops.

You light yourself on fire and dry yourself flawlessly. thankfully your hair is immune and so is your super suit.

“What!? If you coulda done that the whole time, why’s it matter if i think it’s funny that you looked like a wet cat!” He shouts back.

“Because!!! It’s embarrassing!!!” You cross your arms and look up toward the blue sky.

There’s birds flying by. Too bad you can’t just fly. you got the ability to-

*POP*

“WH-WHAAAA—!!!” the blue sky surrounds you now, and you feel the moisture of clouds against your suit. for a second you feel weightless… And then the droplets suspended in the air whip past you as you begin to free fall.

You teleported up to the birds and are now racing back down to Earth at the speed of— well a human falling back to Earth!! “SHIIIIIIIIII-”

Back on the ground, Sobek is waiting for you to teleport back instantly like normal when he hears your faint screaming coming from above…

“OH SHIT!!!” He panics, he can’t save you! if he tries to catch you with water you’ll just die falling at that speed! He thinks about summoning a whale, maybe it could catch you in its mouth… but whales usually speak all sorts of different languages…. Oh shit! You’re getting way too close to the building height now! what does he do!??!!

*POP*

You appear next to Sobak again, as you were just thinking how glad you were you at least had a good fuck before you died. You kinda wished you could see him again, and then, just like that, both of your two feet are on solid ground again…

You collapse.

Sobek rushes to your body and carries you back to the rental car.

He checks to make sure your breathing by putting his ear onto your chest when “What are you doing!?” You shove him off of you and hug yourself. He backs off quickly respecting your space.

“That was scary. Hah!” You bark.

“You alright, Solar?”

You throw up onto the ground. and throw him a thumbs up while your head is still down.

That shouldn’t turn him on.

You’re literally sick right now, but that thumbs up has his face heating up as he remembers last night…

And you’re gonna be on -hot- date with him again tonight…

He’s gotta stop thinking about you while in his supersuit.

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miami finds you on a sugar dating site and flies you in for the weekend. he picks you up at the airport in his mustang, latin music blasting all the way. he takes you down to the beach first thing for a swim and to show off his ripped abs, then as it gets dark, he takes you to española way for mojitos and a cuban place for dinner. he talks to all the staff in loud rapid spanish and is a big tipper. his shirt becomes gradually more and more open over the night until it’s hanging loose. on the ride back to his suite at the fountain bleu he slides your panties off, and when you arrive and the valet opens the door, he casually slips them into his upper jacket pocket, then steps out, zips himself back up, and finally takes your hand and leads you inside

publishing this ask for no reason now whoops

#im not the biggest fan of like Sexy Latine Lover Miami but u r right #ask post #im kindve obsessed w the namedroppung going on here #u had a really vivid vision

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Tortilla española! I end up making this every month or two. It's really easy and really, really delicious, if you use This One Easy Trick:

Use WAY more olive oil than you think you need. Waaay more. Absolutely stupid amounts. Just drain the excess off the fillings before combining them with the egg and then you have delicious potato- and onion-flavored oil to use for salad dressing or whatever!

4~6 medium potatoes 1 large onion (minimum) 6 eggs Gobs and gobs of olive oil (a nice one, if you've got it) Salt & pepper

Preheat oven to 200C/400F. Heat olive oil in a pan. Cut the onion into thin slices and cook on low heat, replenishing oil as necessary.

While the onion cooks, wash the potatoes thoroughly and cut them into thin, even slices.

Once the onions are soft, remove them from the pan and set aside. Add the potatoes to the oil. Season with salt and pepper.

Cook the potatoes until tender, adding more olive oil as needed.

Return the onions to the pan, mix, remove from heat, and cool

Beat 6 eggs and season with salt and pepper.

Grease a cast iron skillet. Add the vegetable mixture and pour over the eggs.

Cook the mixture over low heat until semi-solid. Then, transfer to the oven and cook until it stops jiggling (or until an internal temperature of 71C/160F—that's right, I have a meat thermometer now!). Slice to serve.

#make again

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Clouds (No. 734)

Miami Beach, Florida

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Rhiannon- Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra and Valeria Garza

Part 1

Witch Au

It's been almost a year since Rodolfo left your heart to die. It's been 7 months since he got married. And it's been exactly 2 weeks since Valeria Garza escaped prison. The morning you were in your knees begging for whatever entity could help you heal, you found comfort in the darkness. You were a good person before it all. But as of now, you chose revenge to be your partner and motivator, you unleashed Rudy safety net from you. It was nice to not feel the pain he felt while he was away fighting the bad guys.

At around 2 am Valeria knocked on your door. She and you used to be best friends, but like Rudy, she left to the military and ever since you haven't heard from her. Until now.

"coming!" you jogged down stairs thinking it was Rudy's mom. You opened the door to be greeted to Valeria, she had a gun on her hand and a few scars around her arms. She was bleeding, yours eyes widen. "Vale?" "hola" she smiled, she was always so kind to you, the one person who always made her heart be so...gentle to. "come in, come in!" you whisper shouted.

You stepped out, looking both ways as she made way in, "gracias..perdon. Didn't mean to wake you up." she sat in your sofa. It was the same one she would sit in back at your parents, the one where she would come to you and cry about her problems in. "It's okay, now let me see that wound." you closed the door, locking it as you walking into your small herb/medication 'room'. She waited as you came back, she was weak, that was no brainer. "alright, take this tea it will help with your anxiety and will help with the pain." you handed her a mug. She took it without hesitation, she knew you'd never betray her. You were her one last loyal friend. She yours.

"How come you're here so late?"

"escaped...enemy compound." she played around with her words, not knowing exactly what you did and didn't know. She knew you were in love with Rudy, everyone knew. And she wasn't sure if he was around anymore. You knew her too well. "He isn't here, he actually left the day I told him I loved him. You know how you told me to just spill my guts? well he stepped on the all."

"want to get revenge?" she leaned in, a smirk on her. "what do you have in mind?"

"Well taking into consideration, Rodolfo," she said with a disgusted emotion on her as she said his name, "hurt you and Alejandro is nothing more than a stupid fucking dog, then why don't we hurt them back?"

She was alway the smart one when it came to revenge plans. She was the reason your parents home burnt down after all. "go on." you now intrigued.

"well, you know how to do voodoo and other brujeria, so why not ruin them to their very core? I happen to know what her name is." she was probably referencing Rodolfos wife. "And what will you do?"

"my men will meet me at my base, we can..kill..a few of them. I happen to know where that Shepard guy is, he can be lever. And once we get them into a room, you knock them out with whatever tinker bell potion you got, we can torture them, for days if you please. Make him beg for forgiveness, makes them cry till nothing else is left...the rest..is for me to know. So are you in?" she extended her hand, waiting for yours to meet hers.

You think about it. When he left you there on your knees you cried so much no more sympathy was left. You begged and pleaded to spirits. And now that the dark souls and powers have found their way to you, how could you turn this offer down?

"fine, just tell me her name and we have a deal." you extended your hand, "Kathia, una estúpida perra española." You shook her hand, a smile on both your lips. You finished closing the wound she had. She rested into the sofa. "Let me rest for a few hours and on our way we'll go." you nod and sit next to her. Your head rested on her shoulder. Her hand and yours intertwined.

This was just like back in the day. She and you cried and then would just sit like this in silence. At times you two would smoke or sleep and by the morning you'd be on your way into town to cause trouble together.

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When Valeria escaped the prison, Rodolfo sent his family and Alejandros into hiding. Valeria already knew where they'd be of course. His mother was taken from her home at around midnight, you were in the village when this happened. When his teammate told him you weren't in your home, he grew worried. He knew Valeria would be looking for someone he cared for. So by 1 am, his men went into the village, forgetting to keep your home safe. You walked in, got changed and ready to sleep.

His men reported back, you weren't anywhere, safe that is. Alejandro made sure to keep your family away from harms way. "We'll find them hermano." he patted the mans back, a deep sigh escaped his lips. "better be soon ale." the men got in the truck and drove to yours.

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By 5 am, you and Valeria left your village. As you approached her base, she told you about her team. And while near the base, you drew a spell from your book. "To hide, to protect, to miss me to miss them. To never be seen. To never be in danger. This is the spell of me and the spell of you. To keep us safe till my enemy is down, till they die, till we survive." you whispered into your hands and a black blitterfly flew away from your hands and as it touched the base, a black glow now surrounded it. The men who would help you were now safe. Valeria included. "what was that?" she raised an eyebrow. It was something the dark shadows gave you, something they told you would keep you and those you work with safe.

"oh nothing."

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You were there when Alejandro knocked down your door. Your home swarmed with black butterflies and crows. Alejandro was scratched by one of them, Rudy was too. "what the fuck is this?"

"look," Rudy approached your living room on the floor it was the knife Valeria stole from one of the guards. He and Alejandro looked at each other. Anxiety grew over him, there was blood on it. "think Valeria took her?"

"yes, r/n would trust her, but Valeria knows we care about her,"

"she's a hostage now." Alejandro said, he reached for his radio "attencion, we have a hostage, I repeat Valeria has a hostage." he spoke into the device.

Rudy walked around your home. "Ale!" he called out, the man walked into the room with him. "yeah?"

In your room hung a message: "You give us what we want and r/n won't die, your choice vaqueros.". Blood was the ink for the message.

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Two crows approached you, they leaned in. The dark shadows found them. "They fell into the trap, they now think I am kidnapped." you spoke out. "good. now, James, you and r/n record a video. R/n you plead for help, look weak and almost dead, then it will cut to a video of Shepard."

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Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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At around 5pm, los Vaqueros got a video. It was you, all beaten up, your hands tied to a rope. Your head handed low. "please, I told you I don't know nothing!" the masked man slapped you and then poured water over you. "look at the camera and let them know what they are doing to you!"

"but they haven't done anything to me!" you tried to sound innocent and defeated. But deep inside you laughed. "Rudy, please don't come near, they have weapons, please tell ale I always found him as my greatest friend."

You cried, or so it appeared. The man kept hitting you, this time it was with a piece of wood that had nails hammered in, your "blood" dripped from them. But before the wood hit your back, the screen went dark, your scream of agony filling the void. All of the sudden Shepard appears on camera, he was sat in a dark room. On the screen the words: Leave Las Almas and they are both yours.

Rudy's eyes welled up. He stepped out of the room. It's my fault, he thought.

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She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win? (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

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It's been two days since the video. Valeria, her team and you were drinking from a couple of beer bottles laughing at how great the video was. "Look at that! We out did ourselves this time." one man proudly spoke.

Tonight Los Vaqueros and you all were going to meet up, make the treaty if you will. What they didn't know is that it was all a trap. You preyed on their weak hearts like crows.

By midnight you and others walked around the agreed location. You sprayed fumes around. You and the men wore gas masks. It was all going well. And around 2 am, the men were inside the building. After being trapped, they all fell to the ground.

You all marched in, gas masks in place. Valeria ordered her men to strip the clothes off Rudy and the others. They were hanging from the low ceiling from their hands. You all opened the doors, letting the rooms air become 'new" again.

By 3 am, they all woke up. All dazed. You and Valeria stood in front of them. The bottom of your face covered in a cloth. "where is r/n, we made a deal Valeria!" Rudy shifted. Valeria nudged your arm, "míralo, tan débil y necesitado del que rechazo. que vergüenza vaquerito."

She looked down at him and then commanded her men to start torturing them all. You watched in silence, a sinister grin on your lips. "looks good."

"I know, we are so back at our old ways!" she was excited hearing you talk like this again. Just like the old days.

"c'mon its time for our final surprise." you and her walked back to los vaqueros.

"remember me?" you removed the cloth that hid your face.

His eyes widen. He shakes his head in denial. "cant be. r/n wouldn't hurt me."

"the old r/n is dead. this is me now, seeking revenge from those who hurt me and my friends."

Alejandro threw daggers at you with his eyes. It was impossible for this to be you. So out of character. "you fucked up vaquero de mierda." she smiled as the look in their faces paid for the damage they have cost her and you. You leaned in, whispering to Rudy's ear. "Never one without the other we made a pact remember? Sometimes when I miss you, I kill the old r/n over and over, just to see how good it felt for you." you step back

She rules her life like a bird in flight And who will be her lover? All your life you've never seen Woman taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

"r/n, you cant do this to us."

"no?"

Rudy shook his head, blood gushing out, slowly yet so painfully.

"watch me do it." you ushered

Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind Dreams unwind Love's a state of mind

This story ended, it does not exist What we built one day has vanished It seems that it is easier to leave us But you're a ghost with me walking. Dead, like how you left me

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

since ya shot yaself on the foot with this request, why not give ya the revenge part?

A/N: I fucking adored writing this one. Also thank you for the love on the first part. Means a lot. Also this is for those who requested a part 2

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

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spanishskulduggery · 8 months

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How do you discover traditional music from the country whose dialect you’re studying that everyone should know, other than googling? It’s hard navigating the Spanish internet sometimes

That I'm not sure of, it depends on the country. I might need to ask followers who know more about their own traditional music than me as an American

There's cumbia which is very common in Latin America, the older tango music which is primarily more Argentina/Cono Sur, and other music considered some of the more folkloric music [and you can look up música folklórica]

If it were Spain, you could look into some of the older traditional styles like flamenco, but that's traditionally understood as Andalusian more than Spain as a whole

If you want older music in general https://radiooooo.com/ has a lot of good ones from different decades by country - though it's community-based, and some countries like Spain or Mexico or Argentina have more entries than others, but you can go back as far as the 1900s

I assume by traditional you probably mean folklórico which tends to be music and/or dance related and it depends on the actual style like tango, merengue, salsa, flamenco, or some that's more modern like reggaeton... cumbia tends to be the traditional festival dancing kind of music

The only other suggestion I can think of is something like música del siglo 19 "19th century music", or if it's the 1900s, música de la década de los 1910 or something like that... usually if you specify the decade it works easier

Depends on how far you go back; you can also say música de la Edad Media de España "music from the Spanish Middle Ages" or música de España medieval "music from Medieval Spain", or música renacentista española "Spanish Renaissance music"

That's assuming you're going WAY back

...And there's also things like canciones de cuna "lullabies" or canciones para niños "kids songs" which are more like childhood songs rather than traditional music so I assume that's not really what you're talking about

Followers?

#asks #followers?

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I'm none too familiar with horse breeds aside from what little media and video games (red dead redemption 2) I played but I wanted to ask: What're your favorite kind of horses? I'm a fan of Draft-esque horses. Huge, big hooves, built like tree trunks but look fantastic to give pets to.

oOOOHHH what a wonderful question!!

first off i do love draft horses a lot!! especially the ones with feathered heels (THE FLUFFY STUFF ON THEIR FEET) one of my therapy horses was a tinker horse very much like this:

and she was absolutely wonderful to work with.. though the feathers actually a lot of work to keep clean and healthy, lots of scrubbing and trimming so the horse doesn't end up stepping on them (which feels bad)

anyway ANYWAY some of my favorite breeds (in no order because it really depends on the day and hour of the day what i love the most, and i love them all equally anyway, so)

Friesian Horse

they are *gorgeous* and in my opinion, like the perfect balance between a cold-blood horse and a warmblood one! the strength of a draft horse and the elegance of a lighter, warmblood horse!! they look like an actual dream...

Norwegian Fjord Horse

small, stocky, beautiful and quirky.. one of the oldest horse breeds in the world!! their markings are called primitive markings (dun coloring, dorsal stripe, two-toned mane and tail) and it's really striking to see in real life, too! also i just like their temperament a lot.. they're very pony-like in their stubbornness..!

Pura Raza Española

.. also called the andalusian horse, or pure spanish horse! i have a very personal reason for loving these horses (and especially this coloring, the gray dapple!) cause when i was a kid, i was on a summer camp where my.. uh.. "assigned horse" to take care of was a gorgeous PRE horse, called Navarro! he was pretty temperamental, but very gentle with me. i wasn't allowed to ride him because of his temperament, but just being with him every day was the best ;w; but aside from that, they're just... stunning to see! they move like light on clouds, they're gorgeous, and seeing them do passage is magical!! i went weekly to a stable with multiple PRE horses, and not only are they beautiful, they're also very nice to interact with. i've only had positive experiences with them..!!

Arabian Horse

one of the oldest horse breeds, they're beautiful! smart! gorgeous! they're like, if elves were horses?? or FAIRIES... fairy horses.. literal fantasy magic horse in the flesh!! and i love the way they carry their tails like a flag!!! absolutely legendary horses.

honorary mention:

Suomenhevonen (The Finnhorse)

i can't not include the finnhorse. they feel like home.. they are home... i love em...

but in the end. All horses are angels. And i love them all. so much. i lvoe thmgb.........

#sukkareplies #long post #horses are angels #thank you so much for asking me this #i love honses.......

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thelastconfessor · 2 years

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The Royal Spanish Football Federation informs that, throughout today, it has received 15 emails from 15 players of the senior women's national football team, coincidentally all with the same wording, in which they state that the current situation affects them "significantly" in their "emotional state" and their "health" and that, "as long as it is not reversed", they are resigning from the Spanish national team.

The RFEF will not allow the players to question the continuity of the national coach and his coaching staff, as making such decisions is not within their remit. The Federation will not tolerate any kind of pressure from any player when it comes to adopting sporting measures. This type of manoeuvre is far from exemplary and outside the values of football and sport and is harmful.

According to current Spanish legislation, not attending a national team call-up is classified as a very serious offence and can lead to sanctions of between two and five years' disqualification. The RFEF, contrary to the way these players act, wants to make it clear that it will not take them to this extreme or put pressure on them. It will not call up players who do not wish to wear the Spain shirt. The Federation will only count on committed players, even if they have to play with youth players.

This has gone from being a sporting issue to a question of dignity. The national team is non-negotiable. It is an unprecedented situation in the history of football, both men's and women's, in Spain and worldwide.

The present and the future of Spain lies in the potential of the youth categories and of the players who this summer have been proclaimed U-20 World Champions and U-19 European Champions, as well as being runners-up in the U-17 European Youth Championship.

The national team needs players committed to the project, to defending our colours and proud to wear the Spanish shirt.

The players who have resigned will only return to the national team in the future if they accept their mistake and apologise.

#Omg and right before I go to bed 😱#futfem #espwnt #they’re so fucking cringy and ridiculous #I hope they all get medical reports that going causes them anxiety and they’re medically excused #so that they can’t give them fines/sanctions

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dropout-if · 8 months

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— hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates for Travis pls 👀

It's not even funny the way this story has been giving me so much brainrot. 😭

Recuerdo que mencionaste algo sobre España antes, ya que soy española me preguntaba si tú también eres española o si lo recordé mal. No suelo encontrar muchos autores españoles de ficción interactiva ya que la mayoría suelen ser americanos o ingleses. No soy una autora ni nada, pero me también me gusta escribir haha. Tu estilo de escritura es absolutamente fantástico, hace tiempo que una historia me ha enganchado tanto y los personajes también son increíbles. ¡No puedo esperar para leer el demo! Se que va a ser genial.

From this ask game!

Hola👁️ sisoy española jajgja muchísimas gracias por los cumplidos😭💕 tengo muchas ganas también de publicarla a ver qué tal^^

The cozy café bustles with activity as you sit across from Travis, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Today, you share a table by the window, bathed in soft afternoon light. Travis, his dark eyes hidden behind a book he’s been pretending to read, remains as stoic and aloof as ever. You eye him for a couple of moments, sip your drink, and—

“So, Travis,” you begin with a playful lilt in your voice, “you’re really getting into that book, huh?”

He lowers the book just enough to peer at you over the rim, his expression impassive. “I find it intriguing. Jay has an interesting taste.”

You can't help but chuckle. “Is that your way of saying it’s boring as hell?”

“Maybe,” his lips twitch, the tiniest hint of a smile forming, “Are you going to tell them?”

“Maybe,” you tease, leaning in a bit closer, the easy familiarity between you allowing for such proximity.

The coffee shop waitress, an observant and well-meaning soul, returns with a refill for your coffee. Her eyes dart between the two of you, a subtle grin forming on her lips, “You two make such a cute couple. How long have you been together?”

Travis raises an eyebrow at the comment, clearly unamused. You, on the other hand, decide to play along.

“Oh, we’ve lost count,” you chuckle, “Haven’t we, Travis?”

He sighs, his stoic facade cracking ever so slightly as he mutters, “Maybe you should get a new brain—” Travis stops to glare at you when you kick him under the table, “…calendar. A new calendar... for our anniversary.”

The worker giggles, clearly delighted by your interaction, “Well, you two enjoy your date!”

As she walks away, you and Travis exchange a glance. His expression remains guarded, but there’s a hint of warmth—maybe amusement—in his eyes that’s difficult to miss. And so you decide to press further.

“Date, huh?” you tease, your voice laced with a subtle challenge “She thought we were, uh, dating. Like— On a date.”

Travis leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you, “Don’t read too much into it. She’s just making assumptions.”

“You think it looks like we’re on a date?”

“Who cares, [Name]?” Travis shrugs, “As I said. She’s just making assumptions.”

You shrug, a playful smile tugging at your lips, “Assumptions can be fun, you know.”

The tension between you seems to thicken, the unspoken words hanging in the air. It's moments like these, in which you spend time together—alone—that you want to crawl inside Travis’ brain for a couple of hours. But for now, you're content to enjoy the banter with your friend, even if he remains just out of reach.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ask game #travis camaro

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