#I guess the lesson here is to read more in Spanish
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@le-red-queen thank you for tagging me in my favourite kind of meme, the books I’ve been reading recently! Have needed to Not Be Alone With My Thoughts recently and these have all delivered:
Colm Toibin, The Magician - the life & times of serious German novelist Thomas Mann and all the WW2 generation of gay writers and artists. One of my father’s favourite writers
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice - the book I started today and got distracted from by doing this. Not sure I have the intellectual focus to read Thomas Mann any more, I read Buddenbrooks while underemployed as a receptionist for a month but where do I find that kind of time now??? What person with a full time job can fit Doctor Faustus into their life, in this economy?
Ocean Vuong, On earth we’re briefly gorgeous - I read a review that said it was about the opioid crisis which ?????? so it’s actually about the generational legacy of imperialism and war and like, human existence, the best book I’ve read for years
Zadie Smith, White Teeth - a period piece now! Set in the London of my childhood, I read it with book club who are mainly American who said they found they were picturing it like New York so I did a cultural talk on The Architecture of London in the 90s in the bar, I’m sure everyone enjoyed it
Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge - I cried in the airport reading this. Possibly I was pre menstrual.
Tana French, The Searcher - Irish crime fiction, but when a novel transcends genre. Tana French is SO good it feels like being let in on a secret
If you would like to, I tag @cicaklah @bomberqueen17 @youandthemountains @dull-c @clevermanka @marycontraire
#book meme#I spent a lovely long time in Hatchards at St Pancras and only bought 1 book#very therapeutic & uplifting experience! I’m such a sucker for British bookshop marketing#but I enjoy it so much! I miss that in Spain#I guess the lesson here is to read more in Spanish#thank you for tagging me I enjoyed doing this!
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Several Shots Later (Pro!Sero x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader)
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Pairing: Pro!Sero Hanta x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)
Synopsis: In which you go on a vacation in an effort to relax and feel more confident, but find yourself falling for the sexy stranger who sends you a drink across the room and also happens to give you some firsthand dance lessons and a night you’ll never forget.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Aged Up!Sero (he’s in his late 20s); Chubby!Reader; Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Marijuana/Alcohol Use; Sero Speaking Spanish; Petnames: (Baby, Mama, Mami); Skinny Dipping; Strangers to Lovers; Drunk Sex; Exhibitionism; Public Oral; Shotgunning; Dirty Talk; Daddy/Papi Kink; Rope Play; Spanking; Spitting; Facefucking; UNPROTECTED PIV Sex; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Cum on Body; Aftercare
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: HAPPY B-DAY WEEK TO MY FAVORITE LATIN KING SERO!! I typed this from his bed btw. Posting it early cuz this weekend, I'm gonna be soooo busy. Anyway, I had this idea after listening to "She's Hot" (the song above) & thinking about dancing to it with Sero cuz y'all know damn well he can MOVE. Enjoy! -Jazz
P.S. If my Spanish is trash or inaccurate, please PLEASE let me know! I used Google Translate lol
Read on AO3 here!
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He’s been staring at you all night, ever since you sat at the bar twenty minutes ago. If he continues to do so, you’re sure to soak the stool you’re sitting on.
You’ve never been stared at in such a way before––so brazenly and intimately. Though the lust is hidden beneath the surface of his charcoal eyes, you can tell that this isn’t all that is there. You’re used to being lusted after, but this feels different. More…romantic.
And all just from one look! You know you’re probably looking too deep into it though. After all, you haven’t even spoken to the man. But fuck, do you want to, ever since you caught a glimpse of him when you stepped into the resort’s nightclub twenty minutes before with your two friends and vacay buddies.
The man is the definition of “fine”.
Though he was sitting down when you first saw him, you’d place him at a good height over yours. He is all lean muscle, but not overly so, all of which you can see straining against his black polo shirt that he leaves unbuttoned to expose the sliver of chest and a gold chain underneath. His arms, which you’d love to feel wrapped around you, are roped in tattoos, his fingers adorned in rings and his wrist encased in a Rolex watch. The man must got money.
He sits back in his seat now, his shot of rum in his lap and his thighs open wide as if not aware that every woman (or man) could be staring at his crotch in those tight-ass jeans.
You’d never thought you’d ever see a man make a mullet look good either. He rocks it perfectly, several strands of black hair hanging in his alluring eyes that continue to stare you down, making you feel hot all over. His eyes sparkle just as his lip ring and silver hoops along his ears do, his long lashes making you think of a doll’s. He’s so, so beautiful.
You don’t know what he does, but judging by the watch and the Nike Air Forces on his feet, you’d guess he could be a singer. Maybe a business owner or CEO of some company? Maybe even a model? Regardless, he could have any woman in here just with one look and a smile. Why is he so entranced with you? What is it with you that he wants?
“Girl, you’ve been staring right back at him,” Mina chuckles from beside you. “If don’t hop on that man, I will ‘cause he’s fine.”
You side-eye her from your spot between her and Uraraka, watching her sip on her second cocktail of the night in her little pink mini-dress. “Why don’t you just go over and talk to him like a normal person?” she snickers.
You turn away from her and the beautiful stranger, staring down at your half-drunk Mojito. “You know I don’t make the first move,” you sigh. “I don’t even know how. Plus, I didn’t come here for a man. I came here to relax and find some confidence in myself.”
“That’s what a hot guy like him is for!” Mina argues, nodding at the stranger. Though you’re sure he has looked away from you by now, your body still burns as if he is still watching you, waiting for you. “No,” you protest. “That’s what the beach, the spa, and endless drinks are for. I’m not here for sex after the last time a hookup went wrong–which was only a month ago.”
You huff, stirring your drink around before sipping on it to calm your nerves and push those memories away. You came here to get away from all of that, after all. A month ago was the last straw when it came to dating and hooking up, especially with men online. You had been on Match for months but always seemed to run into men who either had a fetish for plus-sized women, and only that, or ghosted you as soon as they saw you outside of your pretty profile picture.
The last hookup you had seemed to break your spirit completely. You and the guy had been talking for a couple of weeks before he asked you out for dinner. Though you were excited, you felt that nabbing feeling in your gut that something would go wrong the moment he saw you in your dress, all of your rolls and jiggly parts on display.
But surprisingly, when you met with him at the restaurant, his smile didn’t even falter. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as if nothing was wrong. You even started to believe that this would be fine...until it wasn’t.
Until you invited him back to your apartment after one too many glasses of wine and got him out of his clothes. Until he stripped you, spread your legs wide eagle, and attempted to go down on you but didn’t. “I can’t do this,” he had sighed, already moving to grab his shit to hastily put back on. “Look, you’re pretty and all, and I thought I could handle you, but I can’t. You’re just too…big.”
To say you were hurt was an understatement. You said nothing to him as he profusely apologized; said it wasn’t your fault but just his preference; that he knew you’d find someone that would be attracted to you. If only he knew that this hasn’t been the case in years. If only he knew that most men only saw you as an object of their fetish and kinks; not their affection.
You weren’t asking for the fucking moon here. Just some love and affection. Just some intimacy. Just some good ol’ big dick. But you always seemed to lack in those departments because of your shape and size. There are times you wished you looked like your friends–so small and socially acceptable with their flat stomachs and breasts that didn’t sag. They could wear tight-skin dresses and crop tops without getting ridiculed or laughed at. You couldn’t.
This is why you took the offer for this trip to the beach resort on the coast of [Insert Country Name Here]. It was a short five-day trip that Mina and Uraraka had been planning to get away from your home in the US for a while and escape the sweltering heat.
When they offered you a spot and a ticket, you took that shit. You knew that this was your chance to finally gain the confidence you were missing and get away from the problems and men your city brought for a while. So far, it’s been working. Ever since you flew in this morning, you’ve been wearing all the bikinis and sundresses you want without getting side-eyed or gawked at. It feels damn good! But getting eyed down by that stranger feels even better.
“He was just a porn-addicted asshole,” Uraraka huffs, crossing her toned legs over each other in her pretty, flowery sundress. “He wasn’t worth your time. As much as I understand your reluctance, Y/N, you’re not behind a screen this time. You’re sitting here, looking sexy as fuck in your mini skirt, and he’s eyeing you down like he wants all of you.”
“She is right, babes,” Mina agrees. “The way that guy is staring at you is making me kinda jealous.” She smiles at the way you bashfully advert your eyes to stare down at your outfit. They forced you to put on the shimmery mini skirt that hugs your ass and the low-cut top that exposes your cleavage for tonight’s activities.
“What’s the point of being on vacation if you don’t indulge in hookups with hot people?” she giggles, sipping suggestively on her straw. You raise your brows at her, more than happy to correct her. “Vacations may be about that for you two, but I’m more about sleeping till the afternoon, lounging by the beach, and drinking my bottomless mimosas.”
Though the sexy stranger makes you think differently, you know that you’re never going to find the courage to get up and talk to him, no matter how much you drank or how sexy your friends said you looked. You wanted to get away from hookup culture and just find confidence on your own without looking for it in sex with a nice-looking guy. You just want to relax! But Mina and Uraraka aren't taking no for an answer.
Mina downs the rest of her drink before staring at you pointedly. “And that’s about to change tonight.” You gawk at her, laughing in disbelief at her stubbornness. “It’s only the first day!” you laugh.
“Exactly!” she agrees. “And we’ve got about five days left here at this resort. You know time flies extra fast while on vacation, girl.” She winks at you, encouraging you to go through with catching a body for the night. But you hum disapprovingly to yourself, stirring your straw around in your glass. “I don’t know, girls,” you sigh. “It just doesn’t seem right to use a guy just to boost my confidence and have a good time.”
Mina dramatically scoffs, rolling her golden eyes. “Please! You’ve got men in here who would gladly give their left lung to do all of that for you and more. Probably even that hottie with the mullet.” Though her words are encouraging, you still feel that roil of fear and uncertainty in your gut. What if he refuses you? What if he says yes but then changes his mind once he gets a look at you under your clothes?
Uraraka’s soft hand on your knee pulls you out of your head. “How can you know if you don’t at least try, Y/N?” she soothingly asks. “You deserve to have a good time, including getting some great sex if that’s what you want. And from the way you’ve been staring back at that stranger, we can tell it’s exactly what you want. So go on and get him!”
Mina places a hand on your shoulder, the smell of her fruity perfume overtaking your senses. “What happens on vacation stays on vacation,” she giggles.
And you realize that they’re absolutely right. You can never know what will happen if you don’t at least try. Plus, even if it goes wrong, there are plenty of other men at this resort you can try to snag, even if for the night or the remainder of this trip. You came here to not only relax, but to find confidence and let loose. Maybe you can do all of that in one night with a hot stranger with no strings attached.
“Maybe you’re right,” you say, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence in your body. “Lemme just finish this first.” You reach for your Mojito and down it, already feeling the effects of the alcohol in your body. You feel warm and tingly; sexy and powerful like you could take over the whole world. You’ve got this. You’re a sexy ass bitch.
Uraraka cheers you on when you slide out of your stool, pulling down your skirt over your stomach and thick, jiggly thighs as you do. “Go get him, girly!” Mina shouts encouragingly. “Let us know if you need us to push him into the pool.”
You giggle, feeling nervous yet excited. You can’t believe you’re really coming out of your comfort zone like this. But as you turn in the direction of the sexy stranger, you find his seat open and him gone. “Oh,” you breathe, disappointment blooming within you. “He’s gone.” Mina and Uraraka look around in disbelief. “Where’d he go?”
Uraraka huffs, her bob as she turns her head from side to side searching for the mystery man. “He was just right there!” Mina puts a comforting hand on your arm. “Well, don’t fret, babes. There are plenty of other fine-ass men in here who would gladly give you their undivided attention.” She begins to look around, squinting into the flashing lights on the dance floor despite your disinterest. “Let’s see…what about–“
“Excuse me,” someone says from behind you. You turn, finding the bartender holding another delicious-looking Mojito. “This is for you, miss. It was already paid for.” You and the girls stare at the drink in shock and suspicion. “Already paid for?” you parrot, baffled. “By who?”
“Well, it was supposed to be by your secret admirer, but I think I fucked that up comin’ over here.” A light chuckle leaves the lips of a man you already know is fine judging by his voice–it’s raspy and laced with a slight accent you can’t quite decipher; very pleasant to the ear. A real panty dropper.
When you and your friends turn, you swear to nearly drop dead right there in the club. There, standing behind you with a smile playing on his pierced, plump lips, is the hot stranger from across the room. And he’s even sexier up close! From this angle, you can see the ink on his chest peeking from out of his collar and how clean his nails are. Not to mention his scent––so sweet yet musky. It’s intoxicating. You and the girls stand there like idiots, silently drinking in the fine-ass stranger. “Oh, shit, he’s even finer up close,” Mina whispers to Uraraka, earning a shush in response.
The man smiles, two dimples popping on his cheeks. You love dimples. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he sheepishly says, and you catch a glint of something shiny in his mouth. A tongue piercing. ‘Oh, fuck me,’ you think. This man is trouble.
“I’m sorry if I am, but I couldn’t help myself. You just look too good tonight.” His charcoal eyes are planted firmly on you though you see them falter to trail down your form. You have to hold onto the stool behind you to avoid falling out. Your knees suddenly feel too weak to hold you up. “I thought the drink would’ve been a good icebreaker, but maybe that was kinda douchey,” he wonder aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. His bicep bulges as he does so, making you picture yourself running your fingers over it.
“U-Uh…” You desperately try to find the words to speak, not wanting to come off as a weirdo. But your mind is completely blank, all except for some naughty images of this man’s hands on you and his cock buried deep inside of you as he bends you over the bar. “No,” you reply, finding the words to finally speak. “It was sweet of you. Thank you…for the compliment too, not just the drink.” You cringe at yourself, realizing you’re babbling.
The stranger laughs lightly, the sound like sex to you. “I’m Sero,” he says in his sexy, raspy voice. “Sero Hanta.” He sticks his hand out for yours and you take it. As soon as your hands make contact, you feel an electric current soar through you as if you’re being shocked from the inside. His hand is big and calloused as if he’s been using them for years. You’re not sure if he feels the same zing that courses through you, but his eyes do trail to your mouth.
“I’m Y/N,” you timidly reply as your hands drop. “L/N. These are my friends; we’re on vacation.” You turn to your friends that you find leaving their posts, guilty smiles on their faces. “And we were just leaving,” Mina replies. “We’re just gonna go on the dance floor. Text us if you need anything!”
“Very nice to meet you!” Uraraka shouts with a wave before she and Mina hurry to the dance floor.
“Wait!” You hiss, but they’re already moving out of earshot. You watch them skid off to the dance floor with the sharpest glare you've ever given a person. If looks could kill, they would be dead. Now it’s just you and Sero the Sexy Stranger.
Though you’re not exactly alone, you may as well be the only two people standing in the room with how awkward and tense the air feels. Sero isn’t immune to it either. He stands rather rigidly, his arms behind his back and his eyes looking anywhere but at you in fear of making you feel uncomfortable. Knowing you can’t stand here all night, you clear your throat and pat the stool next to you. “Uh…did you wanna sit?” Sero shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. “If you’re cool with it.”
You nod and slide into your own seat while he hops up next to you. “So you said you ladies are here on vacation?” he asks, giving you a friendly, warm smile that eases your nerves. You nod, lacing your fingers together to give them something to do. “Yeah, for five more days. We just flew in this morning all the way from the US.”
Sero’s charcoal eyes widen in shock. “The United States?” he gasps, making you giggle. “Shit, that’s a long way. Where are you from?”
You tell him, including the state. You may as well also tell him the capital and the population of your city with how much you’re babbling, but it’s hard to keep calm in the presence of such a sexy, sweet-smelling man. Sero is full of questions, his curiosity adorable. “What’s it like there? Is the food good? I heard they’ve got the best tour sights too!”
You tell him everything, from the food to the museums to the entertainment there for tourists along with the weather, your neighborhood, and how you’ve been living there ever since you were young. “I met my friends back during college,” you explain as you sip on the Mojito that Sero bought you. “We decided to take this trip to get out of the city for a while.” Sero nods, his attention firmly on you and only you. It makes you blush and you thank God that He made you a Black woman.
“Well, you ladies picked the best place for a vacay. I’ve been coming here for years ‘cause I’ve got family down here.” He waves a hand, flagging down the bartender. “Are you from here?” you curiously ask.
He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Nah; I was born in Musutafu, a city in Japan. My mother is Latina but my father is Japanese.” Your interest in him piques here as you have a big soft spot for mixed men. “So are you bilingual?” you giggle. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve been trying to learn Japanese forever ever since I started watching anime.”
Sero turns to face you, one muscled arm slung across the bar. “You’re an anime fan, huh?” he asks, interest and the flashing strobe lights in his black eyes which you now realize aren't charcoal at all––they’re a very dark brown, almost like dark chocolate. “What’s your favorite? And if you say Naruto, I’m leaving.”
“What’s wrong with Naruto?” you laugh, gaping at him.
“Everyone says Naruto!” he complains, rolling his eyes dramatically. “If not DBZ! Those are the two anime shows that reached the mainstream and everyone knows about.” You decide to leave your obsession with Naruto in middle school on the back burner for now.
“Well, I’ll give you my top five,” you giggle. You give him each one, most of them being very underrated and less popular than other anime. Sero looks impressed when you finish. “Daaamn, girl!” he praises. “You’ve got taste! I didn’t think anyone knew about your fifth pick. It’s more of an underrated one.” You nod, agreeing. “Yeah, but I’m into mystery. The twists and turns make each episode so fun to watch.”
He nods in agreement, a strange smile on his face. Though it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it also feels…weird. You’re not used to being smiled at in such a way, like what you’re saying is so interesting and intriguing. You turn away to sip your drink, hoping more alcohol will make you feel less weird and take you out of your head.
The bartender suddenly returns to your side with a tray of multi-colored shot glasses and tiny bowls of salt, lemon, and lime on the side. “Here you are, Mr. Hanta,” he says. "On the house.” Sero gives him a look as he lowers the tray in front of him. “I keep tellin’ you to just call me Sero,” he sighs, pulling out a twenty to tip the bartender. “I ain’t my dad.”
When the bartender scurries off with the bill, Sero fills you in on why he got the order of rounds: “They give me free shit every time I come in here but I still tip ‘em well. Probably because I know the owner. He’s a good friend of my dad’s.” He takes one of the shot glasses and downs the contents inside with ease, not even sucking on a lemon or lime slice as a chaser. You don’t realize that you’re staring at him until he raises a questionable brow at you. “Want one?” he asks. Flushing with embarrassment, you shake your head. “You sure? They’re rum shots. Some are just plain, some are apple, and some are coconut.”
Your eyes flick from him to the shots, slowly becoming seduced by the different flavors and the idea of letting even looser. “Just one,” you say, giving in to defeat.
Sero passes you a shot before picking up another one of his own, giving you a white-toothed smile. “To an amazing vacation,” he says, raising his shot. You do the same and clink your glass with his before downing your rum at the same time he does. Though you taste the hint of apple, the rum is incredibly strong and nearly burns your tonsils. You gag as he goes down, making Sero laugh behind his hand. “Don’t laugh!” you pout. “This shit is stronger than the stuff you find in the US.”
Sero snickers as you take a lemon slice and vigorously suck on it, chasing away the strong taste of the rum. “Yeah, I bet,” he chuckles, nodding at the shots. “This is straight rum, mama. Definitely not to be played with. Lemme order you some water.”
He leans over the bar, raising his muscular arm, and you don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol starting to speak, but his arm looks very appealing to you right now. You picture wrapped around your waist or your tummy, maybe on your side while his cock is plunging in and out of the wet, gummy walls of your pussy over and over again, his sweet, raspy voice whispering in your ear.
You blink, alarmed. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ you think. The alcohol is definitely talking now. You have to try to act as normal as possible and not like you’re a horny mess when the bartender returns with a glass of cool water.
But you don't touch the water. Instead, you go for another shot, determination flooding within you that is only conjured by the alcohol. “You wanna try again?” Sero snickers. “Be my guest. It always goes down better the second time around. Don’t drink it too fast, now.” He keeps his intense eyes on you as you down your next shot. He’s right: it does go down a lot easier. While you feel the burn as he slides down your throat, it settles into your tummy nicely, making you feel warm and tingly.
Sero downs his third shot of the night, as do you. Soon, the room is starting to get hotter and seems a little fuzzier than before. The music is sharper, Sero seems a lot sexier, and you’re having trouble focusing. You know that you are only another shot away from drunk, so you decide to take a couple of sips of your water. Unfortunately, your being tipsy means that you have zero filter. “Uh…so what do you do?” you randomly ask Sero. “Like, for work?”
Sero stares at you, perplexed, his pink, pierced lips wrapped around a straw to his glass of water. You flush with embarrassment and go to apologize for being too personal, but his smile eases your nerves. “Relax,” he chuckles. “It ain’t like you asked me what my social security is.” You return the smile, becoming accustomed to his humor and laid-back attitude. “I’m a house renovator, so I fix up houses for people to rent, buy, or put on the market. I’ve got my own business back in Japan. I’m also a dance instructor on the side.”
Your ears perk at his hustle. So he’s got money and he can dance? “So you’re extremely talented, basically.” It could be the trick of the lights, but you think you see Sero’s cheeks grow pink. “I try. What about you?” You tell him your job along with what you do all day while working at it five days a week. His handsome face scrunches in pain. “That’s a great job, but it sounds time-consuming. You ever get bored or have time for yourself?”
You discard your water and sip on the rest of your Mojito, nearly forgetting it was there. “Time for myself is what the weekends are for,” you joke. “But in all seriousness, some of the time I get tired of it. That’s why my friends and I booked this trip as a way to relax and boost my confidence.”
Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. 'Fuck!’ you think, panicking. Goddamn, the alcohol! Why does it have to make your tongue so loose and you so dumb?
Sero’s eyes flash with interest. “Boost your confidence?” he asks, quirking a brow at you that makes him look increasingly hotter. “How so?” He leans in as if to kiss you, a secretive smile curling onto his lips. You avert your eyes, hoping he doesn’t see the fear in them. You hope he doesn’t push this. You couldn’t bear the thought of telling a stranger all about your problems with your body and dating.
“I’m kidding,” he finally says, probably noticing your change in demeanor. “You don’t have to tell me, but you could’ve fooled me ‘cause the outfit is certainly doin’ its job.” His eyes trail across your form in your outfit, making your body feel like it just got stuck in an oven. “Does that confidence-boosting also include dancing like your friends are?” he asks, nodding at the dance floor. There, you see Mina and Uraraka on the floor, twirling their hips and sipping on their drinks, carefree and beautiful.
You don’t think you could be that carefree with so many eyes on you. It’s different in the comfort of your own home, but here? It’s just too harrowing of an idea. “I-I don’t dance,” you timidly admit to Sero. “Not ‘cause I can’t, but I just…don’t.”
Sero scowls confusedly at you, his brows furrowing. “Why?” he asks, sounding absolutely baffled. “When the music is this good, it’s just too good to not move! You know how to salsa? Or bachata?” You stare at him, gobsmacked. This man can really move like that? “You teach all of that?” you ask, suddenly even hotter knowing this. You can only imagine how his hips can move in bed.
Sero smirks proudly. “Damn right,” he chuckles. “And I’m gonna teach you. You’ve got the best in the business, baby.” He takes his hand in yours and helps you down off of your stool. But before he can lead to you the dance floor, you pull him back. “Wait!” you protest. He peers over his shoulder at you and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “I-I don’t know if I’ve got dancing shoes.”
The sexy stranger turns around to face you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Really?” he asks. “That’s the best you’ve got?” You stare down at your shoes, even more apprehensive. It’s bad enough that you’re afraid of how you’ll look, but you’ve never had a man ask you to dance with him on the floor before. You’ve never had a man pursue you in such a way. You’re not sure how to handle it or what you’re even doing.
You’re aware of Sero getting closer to you until all you see is his chest in your face. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his cologne fogging your senses and self-control. “If you’re worried about what you look like, don’t. You’ve got people in here who dance worse and if you step on my toes, I’ll just act like it didn’t happen.”
At this, you smile though hesitantly. “There’s that smile,” he coos, interlacing his fingers with yours. “C’mon, before the song ends.”
The song playing now is one you recognize from TikTok from the Spanish guitars and Latin beat pumping through the speakers that you’d roll your hips into a mirror to. The strobe lights have now brightened to a seductive red that makes the dance floor look like it’s on fire. Sero leads you to a space on the dance floor between the grinding club-goers and stands in front of you, his height blocking the others dancing behind him.
You rigidly stand with his hand in yours a good distance away from him. You can already feel yourself wanting to run. The confidence that the alcohol provided you is starting to fade. All you want to do now is go back to your hotel room and go to sleep. ‘No,’ you think stubbornly. ‘You’re not doing that. You came here to find confidence and this man is trying to help you with that.’
Sero smirks jokingly at you. Unaware to you, he thinks your shyness is the cutest thing in the world. He’d fuck you right here in front of the whole club if he could. “You’ve gotta stand a little closer than that,” he chuckles. With some hesitation, you move an inch closer to him, barely toe to toe with him.
“Closer,” he teasingly repeats. Maybe it's the guitars in the song or the intensity of his gaze on you, but you find yourself moving closer to him like a moth being beckoned by a flame. Suddenly, you’re close enough to kiss him, your nose nearly brushing his chest.
“Perfecto,” he whispers, and it has your heart racing like it’s trying to win a track race. “Now you put one hand on my shoulder.” Keeping one of your hands interlocked with his, you raise your free hand and place it on his broad shoulder.
Then his hands are on your hips, secure and…nice. This feels nice. “Is it okay if I hold you like this?” he asks, his lips at your ear. You can barely speak––your throat is dry and your mind has gone completely blank. “Give me your words, mami,” he demands though not aggressively. The pet name, along with his accent curling around the almost-forbidden word, has you blushing profusely and thanking the Lord that He made you a Black woman.
Sero tenses as soon as the word flies, pulling away to apologize face to face. “Sorry,” he says embarrassingly, a blush coating his cheeks. “No,” you protest, shaking your head. “I-I like it. And it’s fine…you holding me like this, that is.” A beaming smile crosses his lips; one that makes you smile too and seems to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
“Now just follow me,” he instructs you. “When my foot goes back, yours goes forward, like this.” He puts one foot back and you timidly bring yours forward. “Now vice versa,” he says before bringing his foot back to the front. You pick up on things quickly and press your foot back. “Good!” he praises you. “Now let’s try it with the music. It goes 1, 2, 3…1, 2, 3…just like the beat. Listen to the beat.”
You do as he says and listen to the music, trying to match your foot movement with the rhythm. Sero is a natural at this, as he should be since it’s his side hustle. He moves like he is the damn music, his body turning into water. His moves are loose and languid but not out-of-beat or uncontrolled. His back is straight, his shoulders are squared, and his hips? They roll like fucking waves.
You find yourself wanting to touch them; roll your tongue against them and the washboard abs you know are just up under his shirt. He never lets you go as you attempt to copy his moves and his confidence. And yes, you step on his feet a few times, but he never loses that patient, kind smile. Soon, you start to feel more comfortable and your moves grow looser than before.
Sero feels your body relax and his eyes gleam with excitement. “There we go!” he laughs. “And you said you were worried about havin’ the wrong shoes. You’re a natural at this.” He twirls you twice, making you giddy and dizzy with joy. You are hot and sweaty, and your makeup has probably seen better days, but you don’t care. You feel good, all because of the man you're dancing with tonight.
Suddenly, a newfound confidence blooms inside of you that could either be from the alcohol or from the closeness of this fine-ass man. One that has your hand moving from his shoulder to his chest, just briefly caressing it. “I guess it helps to have a good teacher,” you say in a tone that you’ve never heard come out of your mouth before. It is low and sensual.
Sero notices it immediately. His kind smile turns into one that is more secretive like he is hiding something you don’t know about. He twirls you once more, causing your braids to fly around you and a laugh to burst from your mouth. Then he’s yanking you to him, emitting a surprised gasp from your lips when you find yourself chest-to-chest with him. One of his big hands moves to caress your lower back while the other still holds yours. He stares deep into your eyes as he begins to move his hips against yours, rolling and grinding his body into your own.
Suddenly, like a cliche romance trope, everyone disappears and all that is left are you and him. You only see him. You only know him. From somewhere on the floor, Mina and Uraraka shriek, hyping you up. “Yaaaasss, Y/N!” Mina screeches, much louder than Uraraka and the music. “Get it, girl!”
Before you even realize it, you’re grinding right back onto him, rolling your hips into his. He twirls you around once more, but doesn’t allow you to face him again. Instead, he presses his front against your back and grinds against you from there. His hands grip your hips, coaxing you to wind your ass back into him. You get lost in the music and in him, feeling safe in his arms despite only knowing him for an hour or so.
“You’ve got it,” he laughs into your ear, making your inner thighs tingle. “You were so scared to do this, and now look at you. I bet every man in here is jealous that I get to be the one to dance with such a pretty thing like you.”
Those words are what do it for you, and before you even realize it, you're looping your arms around his neck to bring him closer and turning your face to kiss him. It is a quick kiss, but it’s enough to have your heart hammering even faster and your stomach twirling. When you pull away, Sero's eyes are wide, a shocked expression on his face.
You immediately jump away and cover your mouth, horrified. “I’m so sorry!” you immediately apologize. “I-I don’t know why I…” You trail off, suddenly feeling disgusting and awful. Your confidence is gone and the effects of the alcohol are waning. "I should go,” you whisper, on the verge of tears.
But as you turn to storm off the dance floor, Sero stops you by grabbing your wrist. “No,” he says, a silent plea in his eyes. “Don’t go.”
Before you can even process what’s happening, one of his arms is looping around your waist while his hand gently cups your cheek. His lips are then on yours, planting one of the softest, hottest kisses you’ve ever had on you. His lips are smooth and soft, his piercings tickling your bottom lip. Your lips dance against his until you give a soft moan of longing as your arms move to wrap around him, hugging him close. Your parted lips allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of rum and mint there as his tongue gently swirls with yours. You hold each other, kissing among the sea of people. Once again, you feel as if there is no one but you, him, and the throbbing of the music above.
Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted when the club-goers surrounding you begin to annoyingly scream and whoop over you and Sero. “Oh, shit, they 'bout to fuck on the floor!” someone obnoxiously screams over the music.
Sero pulls away from you, eyeing the faceless voice. “Let me join!” another shouts.
“Fuck off!” Mina yells from somewhere behind you. “Leave them alone!” You’ve never been so thankful for your friends than at this moment.
Sero smirks down at you, arms still around your waist. “We’ve got ourselves an audience,” he whispers. “Not that I mind some eyes, but I’m more interested in getting you somewhere more…private.”
His accent makes the word sound like sex to you. Even if that isn’t on the table, you’ll still go anywhere with him. “Where’d you have in mind?” you breathlessly ask.
He trails his fingers from your waist up your arms to lace through your fingers. “Well, if you want the bedroom now, I’m down for that,” he says, making your pussy quiver excitedly beneath your skirt, “but there’s also a cabana on the beach that’s screaming my name right now if you wanted a good view and some quiet.”
‘Yes!’ your body screams. ‘Do it, bitch!’ But even you know that you can’t give it up to him that fast. All good things come to those who wait, after all. “I’d love that,” you shyly answer. “Can we finish the shots first though?”
You nod at the bar to which Sero chuckles, raising a brow at you. “If you’re dying to get beat by me at my own game, then sure.”
*********
The sea is by far the most especially thing you’ve ever seen. It looks even better while drunk.
After downing two more shots and guzzling down water (and taking a trip to the bathroom beforehand), Sero swoops you away to the seashore right outside the resort where the ocean stretches out for your eyes to behold under the big, white moon that looks so much bigger in the sky tonight. It hovers over the water, making the waves crystalize like diamonds below, just as the stars in the ink-black sky do.
“Oh, wow,” you gasp, in awe at the beauty laid before you. “This is beautiful! Look at the moon and the stars!”
You stand at the top of the sandy shore, pointing at the sky with your heels in your hands. The sea breeze wafts your hair and cools the sweat on your body from the club. You feel good away from the people and activity now, the serenity that the beach provides is too nice to put off.
Sero is settled down beside you in one of the many cabanas lined up on the beach that are currently empty. He sits on the bed there with his shoes off and an almost-dazed look on his face as he stares at the ocean. “Look at the stars,” he softly sings. “Look how they shine for you…” His cheeks turn red as he stares up at you sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m a little drunk.”
“Me too,” you giggle. “I need to sit down.” You put a hand to your head, feeling light and slightly dizzy from the alcohol. Sero pats the empty seat next to him, smiling up at you. “Feel free, mama. This cabana is open for two.” You flush with heat despite the coolness of the salty, sea breeze as you sit beside him, feeling flustered at being so close to him. Now you don’t have the shots or the music as buffers. There is nothing but the sea and the empty beach.
However, the silence isn’t awkward––it’s rather peaceful and serene. You dig your toes into the sand while Sero hums to himself, digging into his pocket. He then pulls out a ziplock bag of a few pre-rolled blunts and a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?” he asks, pausing to look at you for an answer. You shake your head, giving him the green light to do his thing. You watch as he works, entranced by his veiny hands as he takes out a blunt and ignites the lighter to lit the tip of it.
You wish his hands were working you instead.
Still entranced by him, you watch as he wraps his lips around the blunt and takes a short tester puff before putting the lighter away. He takes a deep inhale before exhaling all of the smoke out of his mouth, a peaceful look on his face. “I love doing this on the beach,” he contently sighs. “Nothing like a view of the stars and saltwater breeze while you puff on a blunt.” He gazes at you out of the corner of his eye. “And sitting with a pretty woman.”
“Whatever,” you tsk, gently smacking his thigh to hide the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “You’re just sayin’ that to make me feel good.” He takes another hit of his blunt, though short. “Well, yeah,” he admits, "but also ‘cause it’s true. You are pretty. Did you see the way the security guard was checkin’ you out when we left?”
You retrace your mental steps to try to remember, but come up short. “Uh…no,” you respond, not sure if you believe him. He laughs at this, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Exactly, ‘cause you were oblivious to it, but not me. You had eyes on you like bees on honey.” He then holds the blunt between his thumb and forefinger out to you. “Want a hit? You smoke?” You look down at the blunt, slightly intimidated. Then, for some reason, the thrill of trying something new floods you. “Not really,” you admit. "But there’s a first time for everything.”
You take the blunt between your thumb and forefinger before trying to imitate Sero’s actions. You wrap your lips around the end of the blunt and inhale only to nearly hack up a lung when the smoke invades your lungs. Sero laughs at you while patting you on the back, helping you out. “Take it easy, mama,” he chuckles. “Second time’s the charm as I say. Do it slower.”
You do as he says and inhale the smoke much slower than before. It goes down easier the second time and you’re even able to hold it in your lungs for longer before exhaling. “Theeeere we go,” Sero praises with a laugh. “I love a girl who doesn’t quit.”
He lets you puff on the blunt for a few minutes longer, gazing out at the starry sky and sea. He then glances at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Please tell me if this is too personal, but I’m curious about you coming here to boost your confidence. I’d think a woman as beautiful as you are would have plenty of confidence in herself.”
You can already feel the weed beginning to work its magic. You feel relaxed and kind of sleepy, but not enough to pass out. All of the insecurities and uncertainty you felt before have washed away. You pass Sero the blunt and sit back on your hands, exposing your jiggly tummy a little more. “Well, the reason I’m here is after a hookup gone wrong where this dude told me I was too fat and left in the middle of sex with me. I was gutted by it, so when my girls told me about their trip, I took that chance and came here.”
You inhale the sea breeze and exhale solemnly, catching Sero’s attention…not that you didn’t have it already. “Finding love when you look like me,” you confess, running a hand over your body. “Like the dating pool isn’t built for girls like me. I’ve tried dating so many times, online manly, but as soon as a guy gets a view of me from the waist down, they want nothing to do with me. If I’m not seen as some extra pushin’ for the cushion, I’m not seen at all.”
You’re aware that you’re oversharing, but the alcohol, weed, and Sero’s warm personality have all made it where you’re like an open book now. “Not that I mind being perceived sexually,” you reiterate, “but I feel like that’s all guys see when they look at me. I’m a fetish; not a woman who is worthy of affection as well as desire. I deserve better, y’know? I’ve got a good job, a car, an apartment, a pretty face…like everything I have should be worthy to get me a good partner, right? But it’s not. All because of…of…this.”
You grip the jiggly fat of your stomach, huffing frustratedly to yourself. “I don’t hate being in my body, but society does.” Instantly, like a slap in the face, you realize you’ve fucked up. “Sorry!” you immediately gasp. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I said way too much.”
Sero is staring at you like he just realized you’re a person and you feel even worse. “Look, I don’t mean to pile this all on you, but you’re so easy to talk to and this weed is gettin’ to me and–“ You abruptly stop when Sero suddenly stands. He takes another puff on his blunt before dropping it into the sand and stubbing it out with his foot.
He then proceeds to kick off his shoes and socks, strip himself of his shirt to reveal his beautiful body, and reach for his belt to loosen his pants. When his pants fall, you can’t help but admire how good he looks in his briefs. You stare at him, confused, hot, and bothered by the gorgeous view. “What are you doing?” you softly ask.
“Let’s take a dip,” he says huskily. You stare at him, dumbfounded. Is he serious, drunk, or just high as a kite? “But…I don’t have a bathing suit.” Sero raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who said anything about that?” Now you know that this man is gone. There’s no way he is seriously considering skinny-dipping…and there’s no way that you’re actually thinking about it! He must see you fighting with yourself because he runs a comforting, soft hand down your arm, his touch making you shiver. “I’d like to see you,” he murmurs, “if that’s okay.”
You search his face to see if he’s joking or daring you only to laugh at you when you do so, but you find no indication that he’s playing with you. There is a molten tenderness in his gaze that has you shivering in pleasure and anticipation, wondering what else he has in store for you.
So you strip. You start with your top and then your skirt, biting your lip at his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your underwear. Then you’re stripping off your bra, letting your full breasts fall from the cups and against your stomach. Sero’s eyes widen at the sight of you as if you are a piece of art he is admiring in a museum. “Hermosa (beautiful),” he whispers, completely in awe at your body.
You’ve taken enough Spanish in school to know what this word means and it lights your body on fire. He then offers his hand which you take, giggling when he pulls you along to the ocean. “Come on,” he laughs. “Vamos, before the water gets too cold!”
You want to ask him what the fuck he means because the water is like you stepped into the damn Arctic Ocean when your semi-naked body finally makes contact with it. You gasp as the water shocks your body out of its tired state from the alcohol and weed. Sero keeps his hand in yours despite the crashing waves that roll against your bodies the further you wad into the ocean. Finally, you two settle and just let the water caress you. You sigh in contentment as you tip your head up towards the sky, admiring the stars twinkling above.
“Nice, right?” Sero chuckles. You lazily nod, wanting to stay here forever––among the water, stars, and him. You don’t realize how close he’s gotten to you until you’re suddenly staring at his upper torso and the water beads that drip down his abs. “Can I hold you?” he gently asks. You peer up at him through your lashes, afraid to speak in fear of ruining the moment.
You nod and he slowly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in them. You let yourself be pulled into him, sighing when your head meets the crook of his shoulder. You embrace him back, crushing your breasts against his hard chest. There, you two stay, bobbing in the water, linked with one another. “This feels so nice,” you drunkenly confess. “Like a fairytale.”
“I’d hope so,” he murmurs to you. “You deserve it, mami.” And you start to believe it. After a few silent seconds, he pulls away from you, his eyes as dark as the night sky. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, his gaze hopeful. “I know I didn’t ask in the club and I feel bad about that, so I wanted to ask you now and–“
You don’t hear the rest of what he has to say because you’re too busy planting your lips on his. This kiss is hungrier now. Your lips move against each other’s like you both are starving for one another. You can tell Sero wants the same thing you want when his hands move below your waist to squeeze your ass, the feeling making you moan into his mouth. He replies with his own moan and pulls away, his eyes glazed over with lust.
He wordlessly kneels before you in the water and takes both of your breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. “Shit,” he softly hisses to himself, amazed at the sight of your hanging fruit and brown, hardened nipples.
You softly whimper at his calloused hands caressing your sensitive breasts causing him to move on to other matters. He leans in and latches his lips onto one of your nipples where he begins to suckle on it. You throw your head back to stare at the endless sky, your mouth open in an O as pleasured moans fall from your lips. You can’t yourself, especially when Sero begins to suckle and flick his tongue along the sensitive bud of your nipple, his hand kneading your other breast in the process.
Then he switches, giving your other breast the same treatment. Your hands find his hair, your fingers aimlessly wandering through the black locks of his hair. You’re ruining his mullet, but he doesn’t seem to care. He is more concerned with nibbling along your nipple, making you sharply inhale before your voice chokes on a broken moan.
You can’t take this. All of this is going straight to your pussy which is now throbbing and begging for attention between your thick inner thighs. “Please, Sero!” you whine, gripping his hair. “I need you to touch me.” Understanding immediately, Sero stares up at you, looking uncertain. He then stands, his body dripping in water, making your pussy throb even more at the sight of his glistening muscles. “You sure you want this?” he asks, his voice low and hushed.
You practically throw yourself at him, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that nearly takes his breath away. “Yes,” you plead. “Yes, Sero, please. I don’t care, just please touch me.”
You grapple for his shoulders, gripping them in desperation. You don't care how much you come off as desperate or slutty to be sleeping with a man you just met. You need this right now. And Sero is willing to give it all to you. “Okay, baby, okay,” he shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. “Let’s get us out of the water first.” He takes your hand and helps you navigate the waves as you make your way out of the water. Once you’re out and standing naked on the shore, you realize the gravity of what you just asked and initiated. Especially when Sero leads you to the cabana. Your eyes flit up to the resort yards away, realizing anyone could come out and see you two naked. “Will anyone see us?” you timidly ask.
“They may, they may not,” Sero replies, a devious smirk on his face. “If they do, they’re in for a treat watchin’ a gorgeous woman gettin’ her pussy eaten.” He then sits you down on the bed and kneels down in front of you. He gently pries your thighs open, revealing your sobbing, wet pussy. You watch his face change from playful to downright feral as he stares at your cunt. You flush at his expression, still feeling weird about this despite how hot and bothered you are. “But what if–“
He shushes you, leaning forward to press wet kisses along your inner thighs. “No more talkin’, mami,” he growls against your inner thighs. “I want my name on your lips if not those pretty moans I heard in the water earlier.” He continues to pepper your thighs in kisses while his hands pin your legs apart, his hold on you firm. He doesn’t want you hiding from him despite your cellulite and stretch marks, and rolls and imperfections. And it feels good.
You don’t stop him when he dives right into your pussy, first peppering your lips and clit in open-mouthed kisses as if he’s making out with them. You can’t believe the way this man works his mouth! Especially when he starts to flick his tongue along your clit. His tongue swirls around it and flicks it gently depending on how you respond. And shit, are you responding well! Your body can't help but react pleasantly to the sensations––your toes curl; your back arches; your eyes flutter closed; your mouth falls open into an O as moans and gasps fall from your lips.
Sero is not only good with his tongue, but also with his hands. He reaches up and plays with your titties, tweaking and pinching your nipples according to your verbal cues. “H-Harder, please!” you beg to which he pinches the hard, brown peaks a little harder, the bursts of pain making you gush all over his lips. “Fuck, Sero,” you moan. “That feels so good!”
Sero moans approvingly into your cunt, the vibrations making your clit quiver pleasurably. “Keep feelin’ good for me then, mami,” he says in between wet flicks of his tongue on your rosebud. “Lean back and wrap your thighs around my head. I can handle it.”
He pauses to stare up into your shocked eyes, a grin on his face and a pussy-drunk look in his eyes. You’ve never had anyone ask that of you before. Plus, your thighs really are on the thicker side. What if you suffocate him? Before you can even agree or refuse, he is already pushing you back onto the bed, emitting a squeal from you.
He stands on his knees for a moment, taking you in. His lust-blown eyes trail up and down your naked form, drinking in every part of you that you either like or dislike. Then he inhales deeply as if struggling to process the beauty in front of him. “Tu cuerpo es un país de las maravillas, mami (your body is a wonderland, mami),” he huskily says. You have no idea what to say to that. All you can do is shyly smile up at him as he smiles down at you, both of you enchanted with each other.
Then he’s ducking back down and throwing your thighs across his shoulders with ease, wrapping your legs around his head. This gives him better access to your pussy so he can easily tongue-fuck you. As soon as you feel the wet muscle entering your wet folds and his nose brush against your clit, you are in heaven. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands find his hair, gripping the black locks as your hips begin to grind shamelessly into his face.
“Mmm-hmm,” he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He doesn’t pause or slow down. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and cry to the moon above.
It doesn’t take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you. You can’t help it. His tongue just feels too good! Plus, the atmosphere and the whole idea of getting caught in such a risqué position turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Sero must realize you’re close because his jaw starts to move faster, accompanying his tonguefucking with porn-worthy moans of his own that nearly throw you over the edge. “Fuck, Sero!” you whine. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna cum!”
“Mmm-hmm!” he eagerly hums into your pussy. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and proceeds to suck on your clit while his finger begins to stroke the outside of your slit, barely touching your insides. But it is enough to push you further and further down that road to orgasming all over him. His darkened eyes flick up to yours, staring you down between your thighs. “Ven por mí,” he demands. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t fuckin’ hold back a damn thing.” He grins up at you, his piercings glistening in the moonlight. “I can take it; I’m a big boy.”
He attaches your mouth to your pussy again and runs it until you can't help but fall over that edge. “Ven por mí,” he moans into your cunt, becoming gradually louder as your moans reach higher pitches. “Ven por mí, ven por mí, ven por mí!”
And you finally do. That tight knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over Sero's face and eager lips with a loud moan that would shatter glass. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. Your back arches and your hips wind into Sero’s face, trying to keep as much of the feeling going as possible.
When it finally fades, you’re left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so-good. Sero eagerly cleans you up, taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he runs his tongue over your sensitive, twitching pussy. Then he lifts his head up away from your thighs, giving you a peak of his chin and mouth shining in your juices. With the moon in his glazed eyes, he hums to himself. “You taste better than the rum,” he sighs.
Something in that sentence and the way he looks at you brings something out of you––a passionate, raging fire that can only be tamed by him. Slowly, you bring yourself to sit up in front of him and grab his face to smash your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, surprised at the suddenness of it, but soon melts into it the more your lips move against his. Finally, you pull away and stare into his eyes. “I take it you liked it?” he breathlessly asks.
“I loved it,” you purr, running your hands up and down his tatted chest. “Now I want to thank you in my way…if that’s okay with you.”
Your eyes trail down to the bulge in his briefs that has only gotten bigger. You also notice the visible wet spot soaking the fabric, meaning the guy was secreting precum when he was eating you out. The idea of this makes the fire inside of you grow. You may as well have told him you want to give him a million dollars with how fast he scrambles up on the bed, ready for whatever you want to do with him. You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before laying him down on his back.
Keeping your eyes locked with his, you slither between his thick, muscular thighs and finally, finally, getting at those briefs. You gently pull them down, being careful to not scratch him with your nails, and gasping softly when his cock springs free from its trap. It pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny. There is nothing but smooth skin down there, Sero’s pubic hair completely shaven. He notices you looking and blushes. “I sweat a lot down there in the summertime,” he sheepishly explains. “So I shaved…it isn't weird, is it?”
You don’t even answer him. You just wordlessly take his dick in your hand, your pussy throbbing at how heavy it feels in your palm. You feel him tense at the feeling of your soft hand on him which coaxes you to begin stroking him, just seeing how he feels. He is soft and smooth, his skin stretching back and forth along his dick as you stroke him.
You pay attention to his body language, peering up at him every so often to see how he’s responding to your touch. He lays with his hands fisting the cushions underneath him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes closed. Deciding you’ve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and continue to stroke him, lubing him up.
Once his dick is shining in your spit, you attach your lips to the top half of him while your hand busies itself with the bottom half. “Fuck,” Sero sighs when your lips wrap around his shaft. “Tan apretada (so tight)…”
You hollow your cheeks and open your throat to take him easier, realizing how big he is the moment he enters your mouth. He practically stretches your throat! How would it feel to get him inside of you? The thought makes you curious to take him deeper. After a few slow test runs where you slide your mouth up and down along his head, you begin taking him deeper. Sero’s hand moves to your head while his other arm moves behind his head, his hooded eyes gazing down at you.
“Easy, mama,” he coos. “Take your time. Don’t take any more than you think you can.” You do as he says, only taking as much as your throat will allow. You gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down along it, emitting orgasmic groans and swears in Spanish from his sinful lips. “Mierda! (Shit!)” he hisses, his hand tightening on your hair. “Lo estás haciendo tan bien…you’re doin’ so good for me, baby.”
He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using as much of your skill as you can. This includes using your free hand to stroke his balls, tugging on them when he begs you to. You ignore the ache of your knees in the sand and the tears pricking at your eyes, no doubt fucking up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best neck of his life, hopefully causing him to nut deep down your throat. You’ll gladly take all of it.
Soon he begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. “Still doin’ okay?” he asks, to which you nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. “God, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he whines. Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if someone came out here and saw me fuckin’ that pretty throat of yours?”
You tilt your head up to look up at him better, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face again and again. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, only making him fuck your face harder. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Naughty girl. What if that someone is one of your girlfriends? What if it’s a resort worker? You wanna be seen on your knees with dick deep down your throat?”
‘Yes,’ you think, your pussy crying beneath you. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ You want that more than anything. You don't care how slutty that makes you. You want to be his slut tonight. You want to be his everything and more, if just for one night. Before you can eagerly finish him off, he slides his wet cock out of your mouth, sighing as he does so. You look up at him, confused. Doesn’t he want to cum down your throat?
“You can say no if you want to,” he says, his chest heaving, “but I’m gonna be real with you: I wanna fuck you. I don’t care if it’s out here or back at one of our rooms, but if I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel that pussy wrapped around me first.” His words cause your pussy to gush desperately around nothing. You’ve never wanted someone inside you more. “I want that too,” you breathlessly answer, hurriedly getting to your feet. Sero does the same, taking your hands in his. “We can go back to my room, if you want. If the girls are there, we can go to yours.”
Sero is more than happy to agree with that judging by how his cock twitches between his thighs.
After gathering your clothes and other items, you both hastily dress in the resort robes to avoid getting kicked out of the lobby for entering nude before hurrying to the resort and through the lobby for the elevators. You use your key card to get upstairs, giggling at Sero’s wandering hands along your hips and his lips on your neck. When you finally make it to your floor, the man carries you–carries you–to your room. When you’re finally at your door, you press a finger to your lips, signaling for his silence. You’re not sure if the girls are back yet.
Carefully, you unlock your door with the card and open the door to find your hotel room still quiet, dark, and neatly cleaned, meaning only the floor maid was in here. You’re going to feel so bad for ruining her nice work later, but you can’t bring yourself to feel bad now.
When the door finally shuts, Sero is on you instantly, his hands ripping off your robe and his lips hastily moving against yours. You’re no better. You can't stop yourself from tossing his clothes off too, revealing his naked body and hard cock in the silver moonlight that pours through the window overlooking the resort’s pool and beach in the distance. “I need to fuck you,” he huffs against your lips, his hands squeezing your ass. “Is it okay if I do that? It’s okay to say no if you don’t–“
You silence him with a kiss, gently sucking on his tongue and exposing yourself for your oral fixation. “Shut up and fuck me, Sero,” you purr to him. “I want you to take me to my bed and fill my pussy up the way I know you can.” You then pluck the robe tie from the floor, dangling it in his face. “And I want you to use this on me…please?” Despite feeling emboldened to talk to him in such a demanding manner, that shyness still peeks through.
Sero looks stunned at your naughty request before a smile creeps onto his lips. “I should’ve realized how freaky you were,” he murmurs before pressing a wet, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you think of his mouth in other places. “Let’s waste no more time then.” He takes your hand and leads you to your bed which is right across from Mina and Uraraka’s. You were so happy that your room came with separate beds since you like to sleep with your panties off.
As soon as you plop down on the bed, Sero is hovering over you, his knees on either side of your body. He holds the rope in his hands, staring down at you questionably. With a nod and a reassuring smile, you raise your wrists towards him. Take me.
He doesn’t need any other confirmation that this is what you want. He takes your wrists and wraps them in the tie before attaching them to your headboard so your wrists dangle. “Good?” he asks. You move your wrists around, testing out the new binds. Not too tight but not too loose either.
You nod and he pecks you on the lips before prying your thighs apart. You raise your hips up to meet him, gasping when his cock begins to slide against your slit. His eyes, hooded and hazy with lust, tick up to meet yours. “You still want this?” he huskily asks. You nod, whimpering with need and already yanking helplessly on your binds.
“No,” he firmly replies. “Don’t just nod. I need your words, mami. Tell me you want me.” He slides his cock up, nudging the head against your clit. “Tell me you want all of this dick inside of this pretty lil’ pussy.” You moan in pure desperation, going crazy with need. “Yes, I want you!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please, Sero! Please just fuck me, Papi!”
The word slips out before you realize it, but Sero catches it immediately. You see his eyes widen an inch and then, in a flash, his entire personality shifts. As soon as he finally slides his cock head inside of you, you know that this is a different person in your bed. He is no longer the sweet, upbeat, concerned man you met earlier at the nightclub, but someone more dominant. Someone who has no problem breaking you completely and then putting you back together again. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.
“Say that again,” he growls, beginning to roll his hips, sliding his cock head in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace. “Call me that again.”
Weak moans leave your quivering lips as you struggle to stay still, afraid he’ll stop if you move. “Papi,” you whine, “please, please fuck me. I can't take much more of this. Please, please just–“
Your pleas are silenced when Sero slides in a little deeper, filling you up. A mutual gasp leaves your lips as your pussy walls tighten around him, keeping him nice and snug inside of you. He keeps up the slow thrusts, letting you get used to his girth. “That feel good, mami?” he huffs. “You like this?”
As if he can’t see your eyes rolling into the back of your head and hear the moans coming out of you. “Yes, papi!” you sob. “Yes, I love it! Please go deeper!” Sero does just that, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to bump his hips against you a little faster now, never going any harder than you want him to. It is just the right speed and pressure to slide against your G-spot, causing you to cry to the ceiling.
“Yeah,” Sero laughs, staring down at you. “You like this. You love gettin’ filled by a stranger’s dick, don’t you?” His hand finds your throat, applying a bit of pressure and emitting a gasp from you. “This was all you needed to give you that confidence boost, right? Just to get slutted out the way you need to be.”
“Sero,” you groan, your pussy squeezing and clenching around his cock from his words. He leans down close to you, his lips nearly grazing yours as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. “But only I could’ve done this job right,” he whispers. “Only I can fuck you good like this. Right, princessa?”
His hips move faster, harder, his pelvis bumping against your throbbing clit that is close to exploding from the amount of stimulation and care it’s receiving. “Sero!” you loudly sob, gripping the tie around your wrists for dear life. Without a warning, Sero suddenly tosses your legs up to your ears so he can sink in deeper, causing you to nearly scream out as you see heaven’s light before your eyes.
“Tell me,” he grunts, his eyes posted firmly on yours. “Tell me only I can fuck you right like this. Tell me how good it feels!” Whines begin to leave his lips the more rapidly he fucks you, causing your titties to jiggle and the bed to rock.
“So good!” you babble as your pussy squelches and clenches around him. “You’re making me feel so good, papi! I’m gonna cum soon!” You can feel your orgasm beginning to rise the more he grinds his cock into you, filling you to the brim with him.
“Me too,” he groans. “Dios mío (my God), you just feel to fuckin’ good. And you look so pretty stretched around my dick.” He takes his hand off of your neck and strokes your cheek, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip.
“Eres tan bonita (you’re so pretty),” he murmurs, staring down at you in utter adoration. “Eres mia…you’re mine now, honey. I don’t give a fuck if it’s just for the rest of your vacation. I’ll make you mine again and again, every fuckin’ day and night, so you won’t even look at another man back at home.”
He begins to fuck you right into the headboard where luckily you have a pillow to cushion the blows. The feeling of him hitting that spot again and again without fail is so intense that you can’t help the noises that escape you––screams, cries, and sobs of pure, molten pleasure that you know you’ll never get again. He knows it too and that’s why he begins to slow down, working his hips the way he did on that dance floor. It’s too much on your body, too much on your pussy, and you can feel yourself beginning to reach your limit.
Sero leans down to your ear, nibbling on the flesh of your earlobe. “I want you to cum with me,” he whispers into your ear. “Cum around this dick. Cum for me, mami.” He repeats the same line in Spanish, his husky voice filling your ear as his cock kisses your G-spot and his fingers move down to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of no return.
It doesn't take long for you to finally burst around his cock the way you want to. You cum with a long, loud moan that tears out of you as your orgasm washes over you. The moment your pussy clenches around Sero’s cock is the moment he cums too. He grips your hips and swears in Spanish before he pulls out.
It doesn't take long for him. He rapidly pumps his cock in front of your face before his nut spurts all over your body. You gasp as his moans bounce off of the walls, his cum feeling warm on your skin. When you look down, you find it the creamy substance coating your breasts, thighs, and jiggly tummy. There’s even some on your ass due to how high he has your legs up. You are completely covered in him and his scent. And you love it.
Finally, after he feebly gropes one of your breasts and presses a kiss to your foot, Sero unties your wrists and pulls his flaccid cock out of your tender, sensitive pussy, emitting a soft, weak moan from you. Then he’s rolling off of you and plopping down beside you on your bed, exhaustion overtaking him.
The two of you lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow and processing what just happened. You just had sex with a total stranger. You let him tie you up and fuck you. You let him see your naked body. What shocks you is though you feel stunned at the whole thing, there is no ounce of shame or embarrassment anywhere inside of you. If anything, you feel satisfied with what just transpired.
You turn to Sero, realizing he’s looking at you already, his eyes shimmering in the slant of moonlight pouring through the window. “I meant what I said, you know,” he says, sounding out of breath. You blink at him, confused. “I want to be here with you, every day and night.” A blush coats his cheeks. “I’d like to spend your vacation with you…if you wouldn’t mind.”
You blink at him again, stunned to silence. You have to be dreaming. You just have to be. There is no way this fine-ass man that you just met and gave up your pussy to is really talking about willingly spending the rest of vacation with you. He could have anyone he wants with that face, voice, and body, but yet here he is, laying in your bed, completely pussy-whipped for you and enthralled by your body.
Suddenly, for the first time tonight, you think to yourself, ‘Maybe I am that pretty. Maybe I am that sexy bitch he sees. Maybe I am beautiful.”
“Is that okay?” Sero timidly asks, becoming nervous. Instead of verbally answering, you lean forward and press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that draws a purr of approval out of him. You pull away, staring up into his eyes. “Sero, you’re acting like you didn’t just give me the best two orgasms of my life,” you giggle. “Why wouldn’t I want that?”
The biggest, brightest grin stretches across Sero’s lips at your answer and he leans in to bring you into another open-mouthed kiss that has you craving more. “You know what this calls for, right?” he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips. Heat pools inside of your core as your mind goes to other places. ‘Please say more sex.’
“A smoke,” he answers, giving you a wink. Though that isn’t the answer you were hoping for, you also know that you have plenty of time to persuade him for another round tonight. He gets out of bed to get his jeans and retrieves his baggie of blunts from out of his back pocket.
Then he swiftly gets back into bed with you and prepares a blunt for you to share. He does the test smoke first and you watch, aroused and entranced, as the smoke billows from between his pink lips. He then passes it to you and laces an arm around your shoulder, watching you lazily as you puff on the blunt. The silence that surrounds you is serene and comfortable as you pass the blunt back and forth between one another.
When you pass the blunt back to Sero after your turn, you flush with embarrassment as naughty thoughts run through your head. “You think we can try something?” you timidly ask. Sero raises a brow. “I’ve…never shotgun with anyone before,” you softly confess, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.
Sero lets out a laugh that you weren’t expecting. “And you wanna do it with me?” he asks, his smile teasing and playful, making you flush even more. “I think I’m honored and turned on.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before passing you the blunt. “Here, you inhale first.”
You do as he says and inhale the smoke, letting it fill your lungs. He slowly leans in with his lips parted as if to kiss you, silently coaxing you to blow the smoke into his mouth in one slow, steady rhythm. You feel even more relaxed now–not just because the weed is working on you, but because you realize that Sero is a man who doesn’t judge.
He accepts every single part of you, inside and out. The thought of leaving him when vacation is over almost pains you, but you’re not going to think about that right now. Tonight and the next fun-filled days here are all that matters.
“Feel good?” he chuckles, admiring your hooded eyes. You slowly nod, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Now it’s your turn.” He takes the blunt and puffs on it pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “Come here,” he murmurs, and you’re helpless to resist him. You lean in, but he takes you by surprise when he firmly places his hands on your hips and flips you onto him so you’re now straddling him.
You slowly part your quivering lips for him and nearly moan when he blows the smoke into your mouth in an indirect kiss. It is just as addictive and as sexy as a direct one, but nothing beats Sero’s lips on yours. You lean in and devour his mouth, swirling your tongue around with his. He tastes like weed, mint, and rum. You find yourself nearly shoving your tongue down his throat which he groans at, his hands grabbing your ass and giving you a smack that has your pussy crying.
When you pull away, a sheen line of saliva connects to your bottom lips. “Round two then?” he asks, staring up at you with hooded eyes.
Before you can say yes or even plant your pussy on his cock that you feel hardening beneath you, you hear the hotel door unlock. Your heart leaps as you immediately jump off of Sero and hide under the covers while he sits up, hiding you from the strangers behind the door.
In walks Mina and Uraraka, drunk and hyped up on attraction judging by the two hot strangers trailing in behind them. One is tall, buff, and redheaded with a toothy grin and his hand in Mina’s while the other is shorter but just as fit and sexy with platinum-blonde hair and crimson eyes that you know have panties dropping. His hand is on Uraraka’s lower back, his fingers toying with the little strings keeping her dress together.
“So this is our room,” Mina giggles, inviting the men inside. “We have three different beds, so we can–“ She stops when her eyes land on you and Sero, naked under the sheets and staring at the four like deers in headlights. Uraraka gasps, covering her mouth and going as red as a tomato.
“Looks like your room is preoccupied right now,” the redhead chuckles, grinning at Sero. “See you finally got her, man!” The blonde rolls his eyes, his hand still on Uraraka’s backside. “It’s about fuckin’ time,” he grumbles. “He’s been eyein’ this woman down the entire night like an idiot.”
Sero looks at Mina and Uraraka who look like they want to shoot themselves. “I see you met my friends, girls,” he chuckles. “You’ve got good taste.”
The redhead winks at him and wraps an arm around Mina's waist. “Y’know, why don’t we go back to our room? We’ve got a hot tub, a minibar, and a great view of the beach. We could give these two some much-needed privacy, too.”
Mina quickly nods and practically pushes the three out of the room, winking at you on the way out. The door shuts behind them, leaving you two alone once more.
Sero turns to face you and slithers his hand up your thigh. “So,” he purrs, “we still on for round 2?” He could’ve asked for five rounds and you would’ve given it to them.
The rest of the night is spent in bed, with kisses, touches, snuggling, and endless pleasure that make you want to miss your flight at the end of the week.
THE END.
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At the request of the wonderful @realmadrider, here’s some of my comfort footy vids 😁 happy watching!
All things DFB and Bundesliga:
Bayern Summer Games 2022 (especially the Guess the Song challenge)
Agility Challenge • Kimmich vs. Goretzka (AKA Kimetzka being an old married couple for nearly 7 minutes)
Wer kennt mehr? Leon Goretzka & Joshua Kimmich
Stadt, Land, Fußball - Thomas Müller and Leon Goretzka
Thomats Challenge: Bundesliga Edition
The big FC Bayern quiz with Manuel Neuer and Sven Ulreich
Google Autocomplete Challenge with Serge Gnabry and Leon Goretzka
Servus, Leon Goretzka!
Leon Goretzka vs. Julian Brandt: Buzzwire Challenge
Bundesliga Stars Try to Draw Their Team Logos - Witsel, Goretzka, and Co.
Mats Hummels vs. Thomas Müller: Me or Him Challenge
Pro vs. Pro:Direct with Thomas Müller
Read My Lips: 🇩🇪 vs. 🇫🇷
Close-Up with Leon Goretzka
60 Seconds Challenge: 🇩🇪🆚🇫🇷
Neuer, Müller, and Lahm making fun of Kramer’s memory loss during the 2014 World Cup final
One gotta go with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt
Manuel Neuer and Bastian Schweinsteiger dancing on the beach
Don’t get distracted! With Julian Brandt and Marco Reus
Müller & Co. Decorating the Christmas Tree
Hummels & Brandt: Which of You…
FC Bayern Teammate Insights
Neuer, Martínez, and Hernández Carpool Q&A
EURO Taxi with Thomas Müller and Mats Hummels
Manuel Neuer vs. Thomas Müller
New Season, New Berni ft. Müller, Neuer, Sané, and Davies
So feiern die Bayern das Triple
Neuer, Piszczek & Co. Try to Draw - Who is the Best Artist
Take it easy | BVB-Challenge with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt
Kimmich vs. Gnabry | Copy the Penalty Challenge
Chunkz vs. Neuer | YouTuber vs. Pro Keeper Penalty Shoot Out Challenge
Manuel Neuer im Interview
Who am I? BVB-Challenge with Mats Hummels and Marcel Schmelzer
Manu lifting up a jar of Nutella like it’s Simba
DFB Nutella Commercial
Will Grigg’s on fire! Is Mats Hummels terrified?
Bayern Summer Games 2021
Thomats Christmas Challenge
Serge Gnabry: Unlocked feat. Yung Filly
Who knows more? Marco Reus vs. Mario Götze - 2018 edition
Who knows more? Marco Reus vs. Mario Götze - 2019 revenge
Netradio Newcomer with Marco Reus and Julian Brandt
Best of Radio Müller
Thomats dieses Mal olympisch - eng subs
Don’t get distracted! With Mats Hummels and Marcel Schmelzer
Cow-Milking and Welly-Throwing | Team-Building Fun at FC Bayern
Shell Game w/ Manuel Neuer
Pantomime w/ Manuel Neuer
Drawing w/ Manuel Neuer
Marco Reus vs. Mats Hummels - Buzz Wire Challenge
Manuel Neuer reveals the results of his doping test (spoiler alert: it was urine)
Thomats Basketball Challenge
Thomas Müller “JAAA” compilation
A Spanish Lesson for Neuer with Thiago - Repeat after Me Challenge
Fußball-Dart: Goretzka gegen Burgstaller
You Have to Answer - Marco Reus
Bayern Team Photo Vlog
Who knows more 2.0: Brandt vs. Hummels
Thomats Tangram Challenge
FC Bayern wish you a Merry Christmas
Mario Götze’s Most Famous Picture
Mats Hummels pranks Gio Reyna
DFB Water Polo Teambuilding
Erling Haaland being a funny guy for 3 minutes straight
Bromance: Manuel Neuer & Leon Goretzka
Manuel Neuer, Per Mertesacke, & Arne Friedrich - Sky ad
Neustädter vs. Reus
Literally anything else:
50 most shocking moments of the 2010 World Cup
Jose Mourinho explains football to a baffled Ted Lasso
Timo Werner being the funniest German for 2 minutes (because he’s an adorable bean)
Lingard and Rashford | Roommates
Ney…freezin innit
Wingmen: Bruno Fernandes and Jesse Lingard
Manchester United x Stone Roses
I am Jose Mourinho 😎
Sergio Ramos drops the Supercopa under the bus
Marcelo, Bale, Ramos, & Co. joking around on a plane because why not
Lies | Toni Kroos & David Alaba
Kroos & Modrić | Teammates
Toni Kroos’s fantastic interview after RMA beat Liverpool in the UCL final
Luka Modrić taunting Gerard Piqué like the girlboss he is
Real Madrid x NFL with a heavy dose of Modramos
Roy Keane’s angriest moments discussing Manchester United - very validating as a United fan in the modern era tbh 😭
THE Kunessi stream - eng subs (55 minutes in all its glory)
When Kun met Leo
Kun calling Leo on stream
Sergio Agüero interviews Lionel Messi
Honestly every episode of the Champions
#I’m sure there’s some I’ve missed#but these are all the ones I could think at the moment#I tried to stick with vids that are related to football in some way…not just vids of the footballers if that makes sense#I’m not gonna tag everything cuz I’ll be here all day#so I’ll tag the main ones instead#leon goretzka#manuel neuer#mats hummels#thomas müller#fc bayern#fc bayern munich#fc bayern münchen#borussia dortmund#bvb#bvb09#die mannschaft#dfb team#german nt#germany nt#compilations
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The shower incident
Title: The shower incident.
Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Word count: 289 words.
Rating: Mature.
Square: N2 “Shower sex”.
Summary: Steve and you tried to save water.
Warnings/Tags: Smut, PWP, Shower sex, shower accident, minor injury.
A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo AC1078.
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The sound of the water running out of the shower was not the only thing to be heard. Despite everything, Steve was always open to experimenting with new things.
You put one of your hands on his big chest. You never thought watching water run down someone's body could be so exciting and sexy. Steve kissed you again as he ran his hands up and down your body.
"So, what did you think of my water-saving idea?" You asked Steve as you ran the soap over his body.
"Maybe we should do it more often, you know, every time we take a bath," Steve suggested. Although you know, I think you need a little help," he said, lifting your leg and going back inside you.
Although you would never have believed that everything was going to take an unexpected turn in a few seconds,
The last thing you remembered was that you were going to try to change your position, and the next thing you knew, you were in the hospital.
"You're awake now," Steve said with relief. "You'll have a cast on your leg for two months, so there will be no missions for you in that time. And well, now I guess it's not such a good idea to save water."
"Did you explain what happened?"
"Well, I had to; you could have a concussion or something worse, and besides, I think the doctors are used to this kind of situation, even though it was a bit embarrassing."
"Did you report to S.H.I.E.L.D.?" You asked, "Surely the teasing would last a long time?"
"I said you had an accident coming down the stairs; no one asked any more questions."
"I think we learned an important lesson today."
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Shades of cool: I
Lalo Salamanca x Reader
A/N: I’m uploading this on my phone and I’ve never properly written a fic before so if it’s a bit rough around the edges bare with me xx
Word count: 1.7k (give or take)
Warnings: n/a
Part 1: that’s a Salamanca
You started your shift at around 7:45 am, working at Casa Tranquila was a reasonably tame job. Usually, you worked at the desk; though on occasion you’d hand out medicines and chat with residents in the common room. Recently, around 2 weeks ago or so, an old man by the name of Hector Salamanca had been admitted to your workplace's facility. He’d supposedly suffered a stroke and had little movement of his body. He could move his hand a little, and the muscles in his face would writhe as you spoke to him, though that was about it. The two brothers that brought him were rather upfront and talked little to anyone other than their uncle.
They’d visited once more after that.
You’d been working in the lounge area, listening to a group of old women tell stories when the door abruptly swung open and two men walked through. The one that led in front was tall - around 6 foot you guessed - with a dark head of hair, a moustache and triangular tuft below his lower lip. His broad shoulders were driven back as he stopped and glanced around the room, in search of someone. The man that followed was a little shorter; he was bald and muscular beneath his jacket, his clothes looked quite expensive.
You wondered who they might be here to visit. You made eye contact with a coworker nearby who shrugged- as if they knew exactly what you were thinking.
“Uncle Hector,”
You struggled writing Spanish, though your addiction to telenovelas and the speaking lessons given by your friend were seeming to become rather useful. Your heart fluttered and you smiled to yourself at the thought of Hector having visitors, it’d been so long since his two twin nephews had left. Being alone was hard enough for you let alone an old man that’d been taken prisoner in his own body.
You hadn’t meant to listen in, though you couldn’t help it. You had a soft spot for the guy. You made sure to save him the last chocolate yoghurt at lunch, and occasionally would sit and watch tv with him and keep him company. The doctors had informed the staff of his form of communication, tapping. You’d ask him questions to try and form some sort of conversation- and more often than not it worked. Though there were times when he wouldn’t reply out of irritation. In that case, you’d sit back in your seat and read a book or continue watching whatever Señor Salamanca had chosen.
The older man was ‘Lalo’, you’d heard from the table, momentarily tuning out the older ladies. You tried to keep your prying eyes on the wooden slab as cards were currently being dealt out by 74-year-old grandma, Cheryl.
You could no longer hear them as well as you’d like, though that was probably for the best… it was ‘rude to be nosy’, which is what your father would say when you were little. “Cheryl, I might sit out of this one, but I’ll keep track of the numbers for you gals’” you turned to place a hand on the old woman's shoulder, smiling as you did. She beamed and nodded, eyes half closed whilst her bony fingers trembled; rattling the deck of cards silently.
As you focused on their game, occasionally picking up the sound of laughter from across the room, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking up from where you were seated, you made eye contact with the younger bald man from before, who seemed to be silent in comparison to this ‘Lalo.’
The sound of ringing echoed throughout the common room a few minutes later, and you stifled a laugh as it frightened Margery from her nap. At this point most in the room were watching Hector and his visitors. Some overlooked with confusion, whilst others glowered with complete and utter annoyance.
“that’s a Salamanca!!” Lalo sounded, crouched beside his uncle who rang the bell a few more times.
The scene brought that fuzzy feeling back to your chest, a sense of pride. You were so moved by this act of kindness that you’d almost forgotten who out of the senior women was winning. Your train of thought was interrupted by Jenny, the 48 year old mother of two that worked alongside you and the other members of staff. “Y/n, it’s your shift at the desk now” she said, hands folded as she leant on her hip. “Alright” you shrugged, said goodbye to the old women, brushed off your uniform and informed Jenny of who was winning the card game before leaving the common room.
The bald man had left to give Lalo and Hector privacy around 15 minutes after you began manning the desk alone. You sat signing family members in and out, answered phone calls and absentmindedly doodled on a post-it whenever given a moment to yourself. From looking at the log book, the man stood by the common room doors was named Ignacio Varga. The name suited his face, you thought.
“Same old Hector, just wants to kill everybody” you heard in the distance, by which you put aside your pen and made yourself look as busy as possible. Jennifer had done a really good job at organising these files. The man called Ignacio mumbled something back in reply to his friend, which earned him a laugh. Once they approached the desk, your throat went dry.
Damn. Lalo Salamanca was better looking up close. Your eyes took notice of the silver streak in his hair, and the smile plastered to his face. It was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back shyly, face suddenly warm.
“Aye, so I assume we just sign out now like we did when we signed in?” He queried, flicking through the pages of the log book that rest open on the counter. “Ah, yes- sorry, it uh” you stood from your seat to get a better look at the book, and pointed a finger at where the older man should sign. “Just here please…” you added, mentally scolding yourself for how pathetic you must’ve just made yourself sound.
He simply hummed in reply, and thanked you as he clicked a pen and began to write rather quickly.
You for some reason didn’t want him to go just yet, something was eating at you “so, you were visiting Hector, hm? I saw- well, heard the bell you’d gifted him” your eyes met his, and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
“Yeahhhh, Uncle Hector, thought the bell would be a good idea, I hope it didn’t disturb you” he replied, keeping that same smile as he handed the pen to his friend.
“No! No, of course not” you stopped for a moment, your cheeks a soft shade of red as you realised how rude you must’ve sounded, “I think it’s sweet- the bell, it definitely makes our job a lot easier… and it makes it a lot easier for Mr Salamanca to communicate…”
Lalo tilted his head slightly, resting his arms folded on the counter as you spoke. Waiting for you to finish, he took note of your sweetness and huffed in amusement, “yes, I agree it does make things a lot simpler…” he didn’t seem to shift in his place as he stood, so you figured you’d keep talking for a little longer.
“It does, I actually spend a lot of time with him- during breaks and stuff, before you and your friend he hadn’t really had other visitors” you swallowed, and avoided his gaze, “well, since the two men that dropped him off here left anyway… he’s a character, your uncle, I’ll give him that”
Lalo laughed and nodded eagerly, “yes, My cousins! Lionel and Marco, they’re good boys, though men of very few words I must admit, mi amor.”
You smiled up at him, and felt yourself growing dizzy. There was something so enchanting about this man, you could smell the feint essence of his cologne from where you stood, bashful like a schoolgirl. You pushed the thought to the back of your head, kicking yourself for being such a creep.
“Mhm, well, I’m sorry to keep you both, Mr Salamanca” you brushed off your uniform and smiled at both Lalo and Ignacio. Lalo gawked and waved your politeness aside, “oh please, it’s Eduardo, Eduardo Salamanca but you can call me Lalo…” he outstretched his right hand, tattooed forearm bent in your direction. Your hand was dwarfed by his larger one, but you liked that. You also liked how rough they were, though- you also pushed that thought to the back of your mind for another time.
“It was lovely meeting you Mr Sal- Lalo,” you stumbled on your words, and laughed beneath your breath as he quirked a brow at your sudden nervousness. He was so dreamy. You’d always had a thing for older guys but Lalo was just- wow. He was the whole package.
“And you….”
“y/n”
“Y/n” he repeated back a few times to himself, allowing your name to linger on his tongue, as though he were thinking.
“Well, I’ll definitely see you again, y/n, you should stop by ‘El Michoacáno’, it’s just before the park you wouldn’t miss it” Slapping his hand off the side of the counter, Lalo turned and started toward the door with, Ignacio in suit.
“Yes, of course” you called after him, by which he chuckled and glanced back over his shoulder, “please do, I’ll cook you up the best Tacos you’ll ever eat, my treat señora”
Ignacio rolled his eyes subtlety, wanting to leave Casa Tranquila as soon as possible. They’d spent too much time talking. He had things to do. Important things.
Before you could reply, the phone rang, and you sighed, picking up your side of the receiver- the chipper tone returning as Lalo and his friend left.
As you talked with the person on the other end of the line, you quickly jotted down the name of the restaurant Lalo had told you to stop by. You were busy up until the weekend, though folded the paper and placed it in your back pocket. You’d always been a fan of authentic Mexican food, but now you had even more of s reason to eat out. To see him again and talk some more- openly.
A/n: sorry if they’re out of character at all, I’ll probably post part two soon, so keep an eye out for that 🤍
Thank you for reading!!!
#lalo salamanca x reader#lalo salamanca#Eduardo ‘Lalo’ Salamanca x reader#lalo x reader#better call Saul#Better Call Saul x Reader#Tony Dalton x Reader#Tony Dalton#I actually love him so much omfg#if this gets popular I might open requests alongside this#def gonna find a way to throw in some spice down the line#if ykyk#sorry if there’s any mistakes I deadass wrote this impulsively at 1am
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Spanish republican flag poll nº. 1
Alright folks,
I guess that most of you reading this already know something about the Spanish republican flag, but if not, quick history lesson: Spain is a monarchy, a kingdom, but it wasn't always this way, from 1931 to 1936 it was a republic, the Second Spanish Republic. This was it's flag:
Nowadays the flag (or rather it's shield-less version) has come to represent the political movement for the end of the monarchy here in Spain, and so, I've devised a series of polls so that you, the people, may choose how the flag of a potential Third Spanish Republic may look like. Comment if you are any more ideas for polls like these.
Question 1:
Link to poll 2.
Link to poll 3.
#polls#poll#flag poll#spanish republic#republicanism#second spanish republic#third spanish republic#vexillology#flags#flag#Spain
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Characters Whom I believe that would be that one person “You got games on your phone” if MC brought a working phone with a charger and some how wifi-
PT: 2
Featuring: Dia, Tino, Jasper, Knight, Grayson, Sherry and Violet
Warning: Crack and Cursing
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Dia: Good luck, he subscribed yourself to a Netflix, Disney +, Crunchy roll, Hulu, Amazon Prime etc. Knowing damn well you don’t have an income to pay for all of those apps-
He also likes learning from social media the differences between both of your worlds. But we’re here for crack so cut out the wholesomeness-
He started rage playing those stupid adds where the player purposely does bad to get you to download and guess what? He did download and now he’s huffing in gas breathing heavily playing it.
So now you have a lot of unnecessary games and Dia is now saying movie references and pretends not to know that it was while your freaking out.
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Tino: He goes on Facebook like an old lady and giggles at minion memes, he didn’t even watch Despicable Me on the apps that fucking Dia downloaded and got a membership on 💀
He goes out of his way to show it to you and Lynt and it’s really cute except it’s not funny what so ever
“:0 Look MC they’re little yellow monsters they look cute ☺️ This is so funny.”
That’s the minion meme he showed you. The laugh you pretend to give him was a lot more funny then the meme itself-
He also likes looking at cooking videos. And he saw the Duolingo memes everyone probably knows about the; “Looks like you forgot your Spanish lessons-“ and Tino took it seriously and started freaking out especially when he saw it downloaded and you had a notification on your phone.
He almost through it out a window but luckily Lynt was there to stop him 💀
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Jasper: bro made a Tinder and An Omegle account and thought it was a type of place to make friends but the dumbass was then greeted by those weird freaks on there
he also was roasted tf out of by lil ass kids because they said and I quote. “HA LOOK HE HAS GRANNY GLASSES-“ Bro cried.
Bro also likes to listen to rap song and likes rock music, he also saw the Emo style and ran with it. Bro became and edge lord over night.
He also likes to make those horrific IMovie movies. They’re low quality but everyone has fun. He does post it so- Now he’s a meme on the internet
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Knight: Good luck your fyp is now full of cat memes, cat videos and your camera roll? Cat pictures.
It’s really cute how he laughs at them.
Also bro download Fortnight- “TOA COME GET YOUR MIDGET-“
He learned so much curses and insults from playing with 5th grades and you can hear the yells from another fucking building- It’s scary how much anger he has locked in. 😦
Another thing is he likes Pokémon Go and animal Jam
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Grayson: He doesn’t use it that much but when he does, I like to imagine bro is a fanfiction writer 💀-
The other consorts pay him to write fanfiction about them and you. He has a Wattpad and tumblr account. He also has used your hard earned money for fan art commissions.
He also got disappointed when he found out you don’t have a printer for that monstrosity he’s been paying for 💀-
He also learned how to do TikTok dances and him, Roy and Sherry have all been making tiktoks.
He got addicted to Girls go games 💀
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Sherry: She learned instinctively how to use your phone it’s amazing how everyone else was like fucking Dinosaurs.
Also now has a TikTok Cult fan base and has more followers than Charli Damelio it’s amazing-
She also likes to go on Reddit and is now a Reddit user and it’s scary because she no has a high quality sense of humor.
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Violet: Immediately made a Tinder account for a date, is sad that they’re from another world. You’re jealous.
She payed Grayson to write fanfiction about you and her
She started giggling, kicking her feet, twirling her hair and while reading it and Fenn walks in to join her on reading “MC x reader” smut.
The look on your face when you got your phone back after one whole day was concerning.
She also likes to look at you camera roll and social media accounts and it all fun and games til she got a notification from one of your relatives with your old baby pictures.-
#Grayson hot#court of darkness#court of darkness x reader#sherry invidia#Violet muller#court of darkness knight#tino maes#grayson hotz#jasper lane
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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. III)
Requested: No
Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.
Warnings: OC's mom is a bitch, English is not my first language!
Wordcount: 4K+
A/N: Thank you for reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!
Previous chapter
CHAPTER III
“He told me”, Sabrina continues, “that they would donate a lot of money and that they will talk about the company and charities on social medias, etc.”
Very strange. Generally, we’re the ones that invite the celebrities. But the entire French National Team is excellent from a marketing point-of-view. Oh God, I sound like my mother.
“Do we need to tell your mo-I mean, the Director of Operations?” Sabrina asked.
“I'll tell her,” I answered. “We never know, but knowing her, she’ll want to impress them and I’m gonna have to restart all the organization. Thanks for letting me know, Sabrina.”
“Of course, beautiful. See you tomorrow.”
“See you.”
I hanged up, and spent my time in the supermarket wondering what my mother will want me to change and how I’m gonna change it. After thirty minutes, I go back home. Louisa is cmoing back in thirty minutes, and even if I’m hungry, I decide to wait for her to eat, but I barely had time to store the groceries that I hear the entrance door open.
“Yo.” She said, putting her school bag on the bar.
“Already here?”
“Yes, the teacher left us leave early. Did you take that apple juice I like?” she asked after noticing the groceries bag.
“Did I ever forget to buy what’s on your list?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
“No, never. So, how was work?”
“Oh, it was good…Surprising.”
“Why?” she asked, eating a bit of bred.
“Didier Deschamps and the French Team want to come to the gala,” I told her.
“No way! But how could they possibly know about the gala?”
“I have no clue,” I said, realizing I never thought about it. “I guess they saw the article on the website. They’re fast, in that case, considering we published it this morning.” I added.
“If they publicly talk about the company, it will be a great promotion. Your mother will be thrilled.”
“Yes, before she tells me to change everything I prepared, just to impress them.”
“Yeah, probably.”
We prepare lunch together, mostly talking about football players inviting themselves.
“Honestly though, have you seen these handsome dudes?” She laughed. “If we’re lucky enough, we could get one of them.”
We both laughed and I shook my head. I don’t really watch football, but I have to admit, some players are rather handsome. But still, I don’t feel like starting a relationship. We sat to eat, and she tells me about her classes. Like her, I can’t wait to finish college so I can get a job in a translation company and finally leaving the family’s company. I know it’s gonna be hard, as there are not many jobs available in that sector, but I’ll do whatever it takes to be independent, even alienating my family.
“What did you plan to study today?”
“German. It’s not like I’ll ever go to Berlin or Munich, but that exam might compensate for bad marks, so…”
“Good luck. And don’t fall asleep!”
“Me? Never.”
She went to her room muttering against the German language. When I see her German lessons, I’m glad I took Spanish since middle school; even though I’m not good at it at all. I studied in the living room, the television’s sound in the background of my head. Exams are coming soon, for both Louisa and me. I can’t wait to have them, just so the stress can go away – even though it’s gonna be replaced by the anxiety of waiting for the results. After one hour, I got up and went to see Louisa to make sure she wasn’t falling asleep. I knocked on her door, and I heard a “No, I’m ain’t sleeping”. I went back to the living room and stayed focused on my studies. When I decide it’s enough for today, it’s already 5:30 pm. Crap, mother. I took my phone and called her. She finished work earlier today, she then should answer. After a few seconds, she answered at the same moment Louisa came back from her room.
“Yes?”
“It’s me.”
“I know it’s you. What do you want?”
Alright, great.
“It’s about the gala. The French National Team want to come.”
“The football Team?” she asked, more surprised than I expected.
“No, the soap bubbles team,” I retorted, “Of course, the football team.”
“Don’t be insolent. Who did they call?”
“Sabrina,” I answered. “Deschamps called her this morning. He told her they would donate money and promote the company. But how did they know about the gala?”
“It does not matter. Tell Sabrina to call them back to accept the invitation.”
“Alright. So, what am I gonna have to change? We’ll have to put on a show, right?”
“Send me the services you chose. I’ll see that tomorrow.”
“As you wish.” I answered.
And she immediately hangs up. I shook my head and sat beside Louisa on the sofa. She proposes we go shopping tomorrow, in order to clear up our minds, and I accept.
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Between college, studying and the gala’s preparation, the 31st of May arrives way sooner for my liking. Coming home from work, I went directly to pick a dress. I try to tell myself that every detail is organized, but to tell the truth, I had never been more anxious in my entire life. I also try to tell myself that I don’t care what my mother will say about the evening I’m organizing but I know deep down, I’m anxious to see her reaction. I sighed and stared at the dresses I had before noticing a long black dress with straps. As for my hair, I decided to put in a bun with some locks around my face. I put my make-up at the same as Louisa does in our small bathroom. She is still as excited about meeting the football player, but she thankfully has given up on the idea of get one of them. She’s wearing a long red dress and let her curly brown hair down.
“Thank you for coming, bestie,” I told her while putting back my make-up in the cupboard. “It’s really helpful to me.”
“Are you kidding, I wasn’t gonna miss your first night as organizer.” She said smiling me through the mirror.
Once we’re ready, it’s already time to go. Like my mother does, I arrive early at the place to take care of last-minute details, and Louisa is coming with me. Jerome comes picking us up as usual, always so nice. In the car, I can’t help but to bite my nails, which I do when I’m stressing out, and even Louisa’s ‘Tsst!” can’t stop me from doing it. Once we have arrived, Jerome wishes me good luck and assures me everything will go okay. Damnit, give this man a raise already. The photographs, more numerous than last time, that my mother has forced me to invite, are not here yet, which amazingly suits me. I entered the room, and quickly the services’ bosses came to me to tell me everything is ready to welcome the guests. I inspected the decoration, put exactly as planned, and the tables put like my mother usually does.
“You nailed it, Gaby.” Louisa told me, looking around.
“Thank you. Hey, if something wasn't working, you would let me know, wouldn’t you?”
“Of course I would, don’t worry. Relax.”
I checked the last details and the time, and realized the guests should arrive any minute now. I barely had time the waiters coming with plates full of drinks and food and to go place myself by the entrance that the first car is already coming. It’s the adorable elderly lady from the last gala, giving me a big, warm smile.
“Good evening, my dear,” she said before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you, you look beautiful.”
“You too, ma’am.” I said, taking the wrinkled hands she gave me. “Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for inviting me, my dear child. It’s always a pleasure to see the Darian family.”
I invite her to come in, and she goes to Louisa, who she greets warmly. The other guests then arrive, and I pray none of them notices that my hands are sweaty. After a while, Louisa comes to me.
“You parents are not here yet?” she asks. “It’s unlike them to be late.”
“Yes, except when it’s for something involving me.”
Giving only them and the football boys are yet to arrive, I decide to go inside. I ask the waiters and the cooks if everything is okay, and their positive answer relaxes me a little. I go back to the room, psychologically preparing myself to have a conversation with boring, arrogant people when nearly all eyes suddenly turned to the entrance, where a group of twenty people or so just came in. They’re all wearing the same classic yet elegant suit and most of them did their hair. Most of them are silent and look around them with curious looks. I walk to the man with white hair leading them both as like a father and a teacher.
“Good evening,” I said, more intimidated than I thought I would be, before shaking his hand. “It’s very nice to meet you all.”
They all answer with a nod, a smile or a rather shy “Good evening”.
“Nice to meet you, too.” answered Didier Deschamps warmly. “Thank you for allowing us to come.”
“Thank you for asking. It’s not everyday that we have high-level athletes coming at our galas. I hope you’ll have a good night.”
“No doubt about it”, he smiled. “Benjamin was not able to come tonight because, well, of a last-minute problem, I hope you’ll excuse him. He says hello.”
“Oh,” I said, “I hope he will be fine.”
“Yes, thank you”
I vaguely nodded and stared at the 22 players standing in silence in the entrance.
“Well, have a good night.”
“Thank you very much.”
Most of the men gave me smile and I smiled back. Then they scattered, and right after, a silhouette came in, and I immediately recognize my mother. My mind is screaming at me to turn my back and ignore her, but I don’t have the energy to start a fight. I walked towards her, more insecure that I wished I was. She looks around with a probing look before turning to me.
“Hi, mom.”
“The decoration isn’t that bad. I would have picked another color, though. Gabrielle, what is that awful dress you’re wearing? The color is just dreadful. This robe is barely good to be wore at a cocktail party. Especially with famous guests…And let’s not talk about your hair.”
She sighed heavily and I felt a red light coming. She grabbed a glass when a waiter passes before us, took a sip and grimaced.
“For God’s sake, Gabrielle, what is that champagne? I specifically told you to pick Mr. Sandrin’s champagne!”
“I did!” I defended myself, trying not to raise my voice. “This is the champagne you asked for.”
She stared at her glass and then raised her shoulders, not convinced.
“Dad and Noah aren’t here?” I asked, changing the topic.
“Your father had an impediment, and your brother is sick.”
With Noah, “sick” means “at a party” with the option “girl” or “has a hangover”. I try to see Louisa among the guests but can’t find anywhere. My mother tells a waiter to come and grab a hors d’oeuvre.
“Gabrielle, do you even know how to read? I thought I told to the Menu number Three! The Second one is horrible.”
“Well you know what? Next time why don’t you just organize your freaking gala yourself?”
Before she can answer, I turned around and nearly ran to the bar, my eyes watering. On my way to the bar, I rapidly meet of the footballers’ blue gaze – Antoine Griezmann. Hell, now one of tonight’s most important guests saw me cry.
“Good evening, Miss.” The barman said with a smile. “What can I serve you?”
“Something strong.”
“Coming up.”
I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. I usually only drink champagne at galas and don’t drink alcohol outside of galas, but right now I need to relax. At the same time the barman put a glass in front of me, I hear a voice in my back.
“Hello. Gabrielle, am I right?”
I turned around, and to my surprise, saw Kylian Mbappe standing before me.
“Oh, hello.” I answered with a voice that I hoped sounded confident. “Yes, you’re right. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, thank you. Very cool night," he said, pointing out the room.
“That’s nice of you.”
“What it will be, sir?” the barman asked Kylian.
“Do you do alcohol-free cocktails?”
“Sure. Right away.”
The French Team’s striker walked to the bar, which gave the perfect spot to observe him. He was actually cute, with his frank smile and his sparkling eyes. I supposed he was barely older than me, maybe by one year or two. He thanked the barman, grabbed his glass, and then turned to me. We started talking about anything and everything, and his kindness and his sweetness almost made me forget my mother’s comments. It’s obvious he remained humble and down to earth despite the fame. He asked me about the company, and I asked him about football, his club, and the World Cup coming up. Suddenly, as he’s giving an answer I’m doing my best to understand – I didn’t know anything about football – my eyes move far behind him. Antoine Griezmann is talking with one of his teammates – Lucas Hernandez, if I’m not mistaken – and some other guests, but his eyes are on me.
I tried to focus on what Kylian was saying, but every fifteen seconds, my eyes turned to Antoine who continued to staring at me, and every time I looked at him my heart beated faster. For God’s sake, dude, why are you looking at me like that? Don’t be silly, Gabrielle, he’s probably looking at Kylian. A few minutes later, I’m still giving a quick glance at Antoine when a young man dressed exactly like Kylian comes to us. He was rather tall, pale with blond hair and tired brown eyes, who looked a bit older than Kylian. He had like him a big smile, but seemed more confident than Kylian.
“Sorry to interrupt, but Hugo wishes to see you, Kylian. It’s urgent, apparently.”
“Oh,” said Kylian. “I’ll just go then. See you later, I hope,” he added to me.
“Of course.”
Even though I didn’t know anything about football, I still knew who the most famous were. And this blondie wasn’t one of them, I thought. But I didn’t have to ask who he was, as he’s quicker:
“I don’t think we've met before. The name is Emilien.”
“Gabrielle,” I answered politely.
“What your family does is really wonderful. I mean it.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“Maybe we could have a partnership? I’ll give you my number and-”
“Emilien?”
I jumped and turned to see a young man with dark blond hair and large blue eyes standing before us, his hands in his pockets. My hearts stopped, and I almost let my glass fell.
“Ah,” said Emilien, “Yeah, Antoine?”
My heart was beating so fast I could hear pound in my head.
“The coach wants to see ya, it’s important.” Antoine said.
My, they sure do have a lot of important things to say to each other.
“Oh. I’m coming, then. See you later,” he added to my direction.
I just nodded, and he disappeared. Antoine took a step in my direction and gave me a smile.
“I hope they weren’t too awful”, he said with the same smile.
“Not at all,” I reassured him with a smile.
Damn it, his eyes are so blue. Blue like the sea, soft, and warm.
“Your teammates are very nice.”
“Kylian thinks you’re very nice, too.”
I searched for him, but he was invisible.
“You’re the one that organized this gala, right?” he asked.
“I am.”
“You did very well. I love the decorations.”
“Well you’re alone in that,’ I muttered.
“I-I accidentally heard your conversation with your mother.”
Sweet Jesus.
“Oh no, I’m sorry. You must think I’m a crybaby who can’t handle her mother’s critics.” I said, embarrassed and looking at the floor.
“Not at all,” he assured. “I never speak ill of someone else’s mother, but what she said is totally wrong. The decorations are nice, the two glasses of champagne I had were really good and, personally, I think the food is good as heck” he finished with a little laugh.
His laugh is so cute and contagious that I can only laugh as well.
“For real, you’ll have to give me the name of the cook.”
“Sure.”
“Believe me, you shouldn’t let other’s opinions get to you – even your mother’s,” he said with a voice that sounded sweeter, and more adult. “Especially since no one agrees with her – and agree with me.”
“That’s nice of you to say that. And you’re right.”
He smiled again, and I realized I never saw such a beautiful smile. Hell, everything about him is beautiful. The way that strand of hair falls on his forehead, his childish smile, the way his suit fit perfectly on his body which I imagine fit and firm…I felt my cheek turn pink and suddenly felt hot. We started chatting, but unlike earlier with Kylian or Emilien, I’m only focused on him and the words that come out of his mouth. I don’t know how much time had passed, five minutes or five hours. I can no longer hear the waiters walking, the soft music in the background or the conversations around us. It’s like…They was only us on the planet. I answered his questions, and saw him bit his bottom lip. He got closer to me, and I shivered when he rose his hand and put my hair on the side of my face back. Before I can even breathe, his face gets closer to mine, so much so that I can smell his intoxicating perfume and his breath on my neck. His hand is only a few millimeters from my cheek, and my heart is beating so fast that its gonna explode.
“Gabrielle!”
A cold hand grabbed my arm, and reality comes back. The voices, the somehow fresh air, the food’s smell coming from the kitchen. The charm is broken.
“Come here, hurry,” my mother said, pulling my arm before I could react. “You must announce diner!”
Antoine’s eyes became more and more distant, and soon I can’t see him anymore no matter how I lean. My mother puts a microphone in my hand and tell me to hurry with her hand. I cleared my throat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the diner.”
Slowly, the guests went towards the round tables, and instinctively, I look for Antoine. Louisa, who went missing, comes from nowhere and smiles at me.
“Hi there.”
“Lou’, where the hell have you been?” I asked her.
“I was talking with Mr. and Mrs. Aubret,” she said with a bit surprised voice. “I saw you talking with Griezmann, I thought you didn’t need me.”
“It’s fine.”
Around us, people are sitting, and we do imitate them. The adorable elderly lady comes slowly and sits in front of us. Her smile comforts me, and I smile back. My mother then arrives and sits silently. A few days ago Louisa begged to let take care of the seats, and I eventually gave up and said yes – only if none of the players would be sitting with us – and I suspect her of putting us with important people so my mother can’t talk too much. I need to talk to her about it. The dishes arrive one after the others, and even though I’m talking with Louisa and the adorable lady – whose name seems to be Mrs. Orment – my eyes are looking for a striker. I finally find him, sitting at a table not far away from us. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a smile. I’m about to smile back when Didier Deschamps, sitting on his left, lean towards him and whispers something in his ear. Antoine vaguely nods his head before concentrating on his plate.
“Gaby?” Louisa asked. “Are you okay?”
“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.”
“The diner is delicious, my dear,” Mme Ornent said cheerfully. “You chose well.”
“Absolutely,” his neighbor, a doctor who were about to retire soon, said. “You have good taste, miss. It must be a family thing, right, Anita?”
My mother had a laugh I knew was hypocritical and took her glass.
“You’re too kind, Doctor.”
Thankfully the dessert arrives soon after.
“Damn, that cake be good as heck!” a voice which I guessed was Adil Rami’s said loudly and his neighbors laughed.
The other guests seemed to like it too, and that comforted me a bit. I look in Antoine’s direction without realizing it, and I see him talking with the CEO of a multinational company. Once diner is over, those who wants to have a coffee walk toward the bar. Then arrives the auction, which is eventually very successful.
“Excuse-me,” I said once the auction is over.
I really need some fresh air. I grabbed my bag and went to the door. I tried to breath, and a few seconds later, I felt better. To my surprise, I saw a silhouette coming.
“Oh,” Emilien said while walking to me, “you like some calm sometimes, too?”
“Oh yes,” I said with a smile. “You can feel like suffocating at this kind of event. Even if you’re used to it.”
“You’re doing very well, though,” he smiled.
“I appreciate it. You still want to do the partnership?” I asked him.
“You’re reading my mind,” he laughed. “I’d be happy to do what I can: meet people with illness, sign autographs or jerseys, make videos to promote the charity…”
“That’s good, because you’re very likely to be asked to do that,” I laughed too.
“Perfect then!”
“I’m gonna give you the number of the person in charge of that, she’ll explain everything.”
“No problem.”
I opened my bad and took out a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled a phone number and gave it to him.
“Thanks a lot. It’s really important to me help others, you know…”
“That’s wonderful.”
Suddenly, Didier Deschamps, followed by the rest of the players, arrived and the coach turned to the blond man.
“Emilien, there you are. Sorry to interrupt, but we are leaving.”
“Very well, coach. Goodbye, then,” he said after turned to me. “I guess we will see each other again at some point.”
“I think so. See you soon, then.”
He smiled, and went to his teammates. When Emilien joined the group, Kylian walked up to me with a smile.
“It was a fun night.”
“I’m glad you had fun.”
“Say, do you wanna come to the match against Italy tomorrow night? With your friend Louisa?”
I didn’t see that coming. I didn’t go to a football game since I was ten – Noah’s birthday gift – and I barely remembered it.
“Well, yeah, with pleasure.”
“Great, I’ll send you tickets. If you want to invite other people, please let me know.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“See you tomorrow, then.”
“See you.”
I expect all of them to get in the cars, but it was Deschamps’ time to walk up to me.
“Thank you for tonight. Do you mind me asking you something?”
“Please go ahead, sir.” I answered.
“Would you mind mentioning us in the article you will write about tonight’s gala?”
“Hum, no, not at all. May I ask why?”
“Oh, well, people sometimes think that with money and success, football players forget about helping others and compassion. I’d like to prove, in some way, that it’s not true when it comes to my men.”
“I see. Well, I sure will be talking about you guys.”
“Thank you very much. See you soon, young lady, take care.”
He patts my arm in a fatherly way and showed his players the cars. They all waved at me and said discreet “goodbye” which I say back. I hope the ones I didn’t talk to didn’t find me mean or rude. They all get in the different black cars that brought them, and when Antoine walks past me, his arm grazed mine and he stared at me until he sits in the car.
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Cómo podría ser esto un acto? - PG10 (Pierre Gasly x Reader) | part 2 |
Hello everyone,
this is part two of my “only just an act series” you can read part one here: https://dreamiesformula.tumblr.com/post/685612752735256576/todo-es-un-acto-pg10-pierre-gasly-x-reader I’m not entirely happy with this part it’s more a filler, I am overwhelmed by the love my writing page has received so thank you all so much. Although I am not well I promise to work hard for you all! Please take care of yourself I hope you’re all going well. 💙
As always if it’s written like “THIS” it’s being spoken in Spanish ✨
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Y/n’s p.o.v
The weekend came by too quickly and we were sat for qualifying in a corporate box surprisingly, I guess that’s what happens when you’re being shown off by Alpha Tauri. Chris, Mary, Erick, Richard, Richard’s daughter and I all there Richard got to spend some off time with her and so he brought her on this little vacation is you could call it that. It was clear she was growing restless as we had arrived quite early Pierre had gotten there hours after us, I was a little too excited in all honestly. Richard hands her the spare phone he Carrie’s loaded up with her music, Disney songs, videos and games and let’s her play, “y/n sit with me!” She pats the spot next to her and I sit there “are you listening to your music?” She nods I knew Richard was a chill but protective father I’d spent many dance practices with his daughter she was simply adorable, a little angel. She liked old Justin Bieber and did a little dance to it every time, “wheres your boyfriend?” Erick slaps the back of my head playfully “I don’t know, I can’t just go down there” I shrug “actually you can our tickets are paddock passes I just didn’t wanna drag her through it” Richard points it his daughter blissfully unaware she’s being spoken about. I look at what I was wearing was it good enough? I mean sure it wasn’t anything special but I didn’t pack fancy shit, just a pair of black ripped jeans paired with white Air Force ones, a white tank top and black bomber jacket, paired with light makeup and some rose gold eye shadow my hair braided into two braids. But would he even want to see me? More importantly why was I so nervous? I was doing some research and knew it was a sprint race qualifying, this track was tricky to overtake however it was possible and Pierre was going to be starting 17th as sprint race qualifying was a nightmare for them. Maybe I should go wish him luck, “I’ll go see him then I guess” I shrug before they lined the cars up on the grid I had to play into this act, make people curious about who I was and what was going on? I walk out of the box heading towards the Alpha Tauri garage where I find him talking to his engineer I just wait by the door until he ends the conversation turning around, he looked good in his race suit I couldn’t lie, there was just something about him. “Bonjour sexy” I smile that’ll get his attention “y/n!” He smiles pulling me into a hug “I’m really happy you came” he whispers into my ear sending chills down my spine “I’ve watch some of the practices, I know you’re upset so I hoped seeing your loving girlfriend would cheer you up” I smile looking at his eyes for an indication of how he was feeling “I know it’s just a lot of pressure” he sighs he was breaking “hey hey” I grab his hand forcing him to look at me “you’re going so well, there are millions of people in this world who could never do what you do. Everyone has bad days, sport star, singer, dancer, receptionist it doesn’t matter what you do sometimes you’ll fuck up, but that’s okay it’s how you learn it’s how you grow. A world champion driver doesn’t give up when shit gets hard they use that lesson as motivation to prove they are here for a reason.” I could tell I had an impact he pushed his shoulders high “you’re right mon amor, thank you” he once again rested his forehead on mine something I found he did more often than anticipated “I know I’m supposed to be here on the down low but, I’ll be right there after qualifying, before and after the race, if you need me just text… I’m in your corner remember” I whisper quietly it felt odd to share such an intimate moment around a heap of people “yo Pierre” a voice interrupts he pulls away and look behind me to a smaller man “ah Yuki, this is y/n my girlfriend, babe this is Yuki my teammate” he smiles pointing between us I bend down to hug the smaller man “it’s lovely to meet you Yuki!” I smile and he looks between us “you too, how did Pierre trap a beautiful woman like you?” He jokes I just shrug they really didn’t tell him about the deal “he’s quite the charmer” I smile “I’ve heard” Yuki rolls his eyes playfully.
After he left the drivers and cars were called to the grid “no distractions allowed out there” he smirks at me “oi I’m no distraction” I smack his arm “trust me” he bends to my ear “to me you are” I roll my eyes blissfully unaware that the sky sports camera was making its way down filming the garages in preparation for the big sprint I hug him goodbye and turn but suddenly remember our date “Pierre” I call running up to him again giving him a peck innocently on the lips “show ‘em hell baby” I smirk walking back to the box to my friends shocked at what they witnessed “uhhhh y/n” Erick points to a delayed stream of sky sports and sure enough there I was kissing him on the cheek “fuck” I shout were we in trouble, surely not… it’s was all apart of the act, right?
Pierre’s p.o.v
My heart lit up a little bit she actually gave me a good luck kiss, how could I fall in love so easily after being the way I was, how could one person restore so much faith? I got into game mode, I couldn’t ponder outside issues it was focus time. I had to do well for her, I mean my team and I, yeah the team. That’s when it hit me, my mother was here soon to be sitting in the garage. Shit I hope she didn’t see anything, she’d told me she was coming to watch after barely hearing from her after the whole turned their back, I couldn’t blame her they didn’t paint me as the son she raised and I had became a monster lashing out at everyone.
Y/n’s p.o.v
It was a nightmare to be honest, a blown tire after a collision, he’d be starting tomorrow 17th meanwhile his teammate would be 12th I may not of know Pierre all that well but I knew he was disappointed, angry and upset. No one likes failing or under performing I get it there have been times I didn’t give enough and I hated myself for it, I could kind of relate and it’s soul crushing. “Aye go see your man girl” Richard calls at the conclusion of the sprint “comfort him with a kiss” Erick calls as I leave the room before everyone burst out laughing “I’ll kill you Erick” I quickly shout back, almost running I make my way to his garage through the paddock I make it there within 6 minutes or so he looked pleased but not thrilled as he takes off his helmet I decide just to keep my distance Fabiana shouts at him “media time” and he follows I would just see him later going back to the boys getting ready to leave “I’ll just catch him later he’s busy” I shrug “dinner?” Richard’s daughter yells making us all laugh “you want McDonald’s baby?” He asks her dropping yo her level “of course silly papa” she rolls her eyes causing us all to laugh we head out the box and through the paddock passing the media pen, I look in seeing him there a dishevelled look on his face he looks too see me pass the pen eyes intensely on me as he answers questions. I walk away unaware of his stare firmly on my back as we all leave Richard’s daughter wanted me to hold her hand so I do, we ordered in deciding to go to my hotel room as it was closest and she was growing tired, I open the door and open Uber ordering everyone’s meals. “Dinner will be here soon lovie” I tell her as her tired eyes shut for a nap no doubt I carry her to my bed laying her down and pull a blanket over her and some noise canceling headphones I had, “rest well angel” I say before closing the door. We play some music dancing about, I was blissfully unaware of the Frenchman blowing up my phone. Until I got a call from my Uber driver to pick up the food at front reception, heading down I check my texts “I need to see you” “where are you?” “I’m going to lose my mind” “y/n please” “I’m coming to your hotel” “be there” “I’m sorry” shit how’d I not get any notifications for these “Pierre I’m sorry I didn’t see these, I’m at my hotel but so is everyone else if you come knock on the door we can go somewhere private” I hoped he was okay I was meant to be there for him and I just… well wasn’t.
I arrive downstairs and sure enough there was my food with the receptionist and so was Pierre “baby” I call after all it was public eye “I’m so sorry, Richard’s daughter was getting tired and hungry I wanted to stay but you were gonna be busy” he sighs “I’m sorry I just, I don’t know what came over me it was like the first thing I wanted to do was be in your arms. That sounds so stupid” he shakes his head I head the three take out bags from the woman and start walking he follows “it’s not stupid love, I think it’s pretty sweet” smiling softly “that’s a lot of food” he chuckles “one of these bags is just for Chris, boy eats like a tank” I smile as we enter the elevator I clear my throat pressing the floor number putting the bags done for a minute of relaxation but Pierre pushes me against the wall his lips quick to find mine as the door closed he breaks for air “I’m sorry, mon amour, I- I don’t know what came over me” he looks down scratching the back of his head I say no words just pecking his lips quickly as we reach the floor “say something, please” he whispers “we will talk in private” I say lowly opening the door too chaos the boys were shirtless dancing around to their song me necesita “welcome to my life” I scoff walking in “dinner is served losers” I yell laughing at their antics Pierre looks lost “I’ll go wake the sleeping child” Richard excuses himself “once they’ve left you’re all mine yeah?” Pierre whispers and I nod a non verbal agreement to give him what he needed a shoulder to cry on, a friend or a well a girlfriend. “Aye lovie you’re awake, your dinner is there” I run my hand through her hair and sit her at a stool near the counter so she can get her food “gracias tía” she mumbles and my heart burst “aye she’s gonna make me feel old” I smile fondly she was basically family the only I had. Pierre sat in the couch on his phone which was fair enough he couldn’t really eat with us, cnco played in the background and we ate dancing around a little while doing so I kept looking over at Pierre I felt bad he was left out but every time I looked his eyes were fixed on my dancing frame. This was intense but I kinda liked it his attention on me, watching me sway almost protectively, it was oddly attractive. “Alright let’s get the kiddo back to your she’s gonna pass out” I announce watching her almost fall asleep into her half eaten fries all is had finished eating anyways saying our goodbyes they even said goodbye to Pierre who kindly returned I closed the door behind me letting out a sigh “before anything I’m getting changed” I say walking into my room swapping my jeans for white sweat pants and my crop top for an oversized one I had from when Chris got rid of his clothes, then I turn off the music grabbing my phone and sit across from him on the couch “balcony or bedroom?” I ask referring to where he wants to talk “bedroom, too cold outside” I nod standing up and walking to the room.
We sit on the bed him on the end me right beside him “what’s going on Pierre?” I break the awkward silence “I don’t know, I’m performing awfully, the odds are stacked against me and I fear I’ll never get the red bull seat again. I’ve lacked so much in life and F1 that I’m replaceable, sure prior to this whole cancelled thing I had a few girlfriends but when not I slept around… I think people have forgotten what skill I can hold, me included I’ve been reduced to rumours and names. Now my mum finally came to a race and I’m doing shit.” I was shocked at first he opened up a lot, he looked broken, like he couldn’t hold in anymore I pull him softly closer to me his head moving to my thigh as he laid down, I put my free hand in his hair playing with it “Pierre, honey you’re going through so much” he hums I didn’t except the 26 year old to be so vulnerable with me he really has had no one there for him. “It’s heartbreaking watching you like this love, you’ve lost the boy just chasing his dreams long ago. I know it’s been hard on you, I’m going to ignore the part where you said your mum was there that’s anxiety inducing enough by itself. You know she’s your mother, she’s never going to truly stop believing in you and loving you, it’s her purpose in this life.” He was quiet it’s funny to me how much he hide just too keep up this public image he’d created “you’re really good at comforting people mon amour” I smile not that he could tell his head still in my lap “why don’t we get you to bed, I think you need some rest” I figured he’d be exhausted anyways “trying to get down and dirty with me already are we love” he smirks I smack his head lightly, playfully “you either want to cuddles or not Gasly” I act tough but he doesn’t fall for it “I’m very lucky to have been put with a girl like you y/n” put with, not found, this was forced but right now it didn’t feel like it. “Pierre, I promise you things will start working out. I’m here to remind the public you are more than some shitty rumours, I’m here to remind you of whatever you need from me. I’m your own personal cheerleader” a kind smile offered followed by a gentle forehead kiss “you make me feel safe” he sighed standing up “come on let’s get some rest Pierre” I fell asleep wrapped up that night in his arms, it felt right natural even and all I knew on that moment was I was defiantly going to get hurt from this, but maybe he was worth it.
This was way beyond an act, how could I of fallen for an actor when he was still a stranger?
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#pg10#pierre gasly imagine#pierre gasly oneshot#pierre gasly x reader
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For the ask game: 💛 & 💡 ?
Awwwww..... thanks for asking ^^ ^^
Game here: *https://arisu-reblogs.tumblr.com/post/713408203434672128
💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?
Mmmmm... remembering back when I just started, I think one thing that impact my writing more was learning about the difference about the Spanish and English way of writing. Back then I was writing just for the Naruto fandom and used to write in a way that would confused English speakers because it was written as for Spanish speakers.
Now, I guess the most impactful lesson was learned to blocked haters. Sadly, I also got way too many for the amount of people that read my stories back then.
💡How many WIPs do you currently have?
Uhhhhh..... actually more than I thought 😅😅
I thought about just 4? A couple of crossover, and couple of oneshots... but checking about again, I do have a couple more... even a collab crossover with @deadvampire32 that I think she also forgot about it XD XD
#Fun game#Answered#Arisu#Arisu-ArtnFics#Miraculous Ladybug#Danny Phantom#Lucifer TV#Naruto#The crossover are between DP and ML#and the collab it was Naruto and ML and even Pokemon#the couple of oneshots are for Lucifer TV#and another for DP that was almost ready to post... but I think I lost my betas
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When life leads you to watch movies with no subtitles...
Hyde’s adventures while everyone is sleeping includes:
Taking notes abt the polish commentators during the Volleyball Championship - Brazil x Poland was wild. The polish commentators were wilder. (Thanks to @the-marron I had livestream game from BOTH sides kjsjkskjs)
- After making my invasion at someone else’s movie night (read here Marron and @dobranocka ) to watch Lighting Up The Stars, I decided I needed another movie
and since no one noticed that I’m getting hiperfixation on Liu Sang’s character ( @eleganttbarbara is suffering the consequences, but the funniest parts too, then she won’t try to kill me if - when - I send her more Liu Chang related stuff) I just...
went watching Tomb of the Sea: Hua Mei bc is Liu Sang full screentime
but
there was no subtitles. NO. No pt-br, no english, no spanish, no italian.
Did I give up?
I told myself: Hyde, you’re getting nowhere with your chinese if you don’t allow yourself to LISTEN since you can’t read as you did to learn your second language.
I have not enough to understand as I do with hindi, but there I went.
One Chinese Movie with no subs later...
Me: Wild. So this is how my brain already assimilates this language??? Amazing. I’ll do it again.
@novas-grimoire guess what. Finally this shit brother of yours is taking serious the chinese lessons.
@thesunflowersutra I’m paying the price for telling you once that I’d never be able to learn chinese kjsjskjskjs
#bc chinese is amazing#bc Liu Sang is a little meow meow in different ways from Xue Yang but yet#personal post no one cares#and it was not exactly life that leads me to be weird#is Liu Chang#nothing to worry here bc the boy is weird full time in RL#liu sang#liu chang#tomb of the sea: hua mei#hua mei#the lost tomb#dmbj
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tagged by @amyp0nd (thanks!)
Tea, coffee, or soda? Definitely tea! I’ll drink coffee if I need caffeine & there’s no tea available, but soda I don’t drink at all, except as an ingredient in some cocktails (and even then, it needs to be a really worth it cocktail tbh)
Dogs or cats? Cats!
Can you play an instrument? alas, no
What’s your sun sign? that’s the main one right? if so then capricorn
First song lyrics that came into your head? i have trained myself, going shelf by shelf, and i know every item in the stoooore, every tube, jar, box, bottle, carton, and container, where they are, what they cost, what they’re foooooor
for first-class clerking and conscientious working, Mr Maraczek why not tryyyyyy meeee
(Don’t ask me how She Loves Me got inside my brain today lol I couldn’t tell ya)
Do you have any tattoos? nope. I’m kinda interested in the concept but idk if I’d ever go through with it - it’s hard to imagine reaching a point in my life where that doesn’t feel like more money & effort than it’s worth, but who knows
Favorite place you’ve travelled? hmm I don’t have a go-to answer for this, but I think I’m gonna say Ireland’s Ring of Kerry
What’s the last movie you watched? song of the sea! I watched that & secret of kells on back-to-back nights a couple (? what is time) weeks ago but have not yet finished the trilogy, whoops
What languages do you speak? saying anything other than English feels like exaggerating. I kind of drift in & out of being decent with Spanish (I learned it for years, and there are definitely periods when I engage with it a lot - when I’m around a lot of people speaking it, or when I’ll be working through a book of Spanish poems or short stories, or listening to a lot of music in Spanish - but that’s not a constant thing for me & I’m definitely not fluent). And the language I work on the most these days is Irish, but on top of not being fluent in that either, I also have even less occasion to speak that outside of literal lessons
Do you have any hobbies? uhh I write fanfic, I draw a little, I play D&D. There’s lots of things I try to actively learn about, but idk if consuming material on certain subjects is really a hobby of its own or not so I’ll just say I read a lot in general. I also don’t have one particular Craft hobby type thing but I do take on a lot of like, single-use projects? Like whether it’s making or altering or refurbishing something I seem to always have something like that going on, but it’s nothing as consistent as being like ‘oh I knit,’ you know?
You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? I’m sure this is majorly cliche but the Doctor! I can’t even bring myself to be picky about which one (ok I guess I’d be a little bummed if out of all of them it was Four, but hey I’m only human). I’m not angling to squeeze an adventure out of it either, but a) I’m assuming you could potentially spend that hour, even just chatting, almost anywhere/when, and b) there aren’t many characters I think you could fall into cahoots with quickly enough for an hour to actually turn out a really interesting hang out/convo. But I feel like with the Doctor there’s always a chance you can get to know them as well in an hour as you might in a lifetime (which is probably not great news for how much most of them let people in over the course of a lifetime, but hey at least it’s good for this question). Even if there’s other characters I’d rather be like, actively friends with, for this I feel like you wouldn’t wanna pick someone you couldn’t expect to be fairly at ease with within an hour, and I think the Doctor’s a good candidate for that, being able to bond with people quickly is kinda baked into their lifestyle
Compliment yourself: I’m good at fixing things (since I’m watching glue set rn & hoping it goes well this is as much an affirmation as a compliment lol)
and I’ll tag @uighean @queen-boudicca @terryfphanatics @there-are-no-gods-here //anyone else that wants to!
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The 2022 writing Advent calendar: Day 9
9. Is Santa Claus real?
So… we are picking up from day 3, and our trinity are continuing their adventure at the North Pole in Santa's Village
“Thank you!” Matteo took Luna by the shoulders, “Come on. Let’s go see Santa.”
“But the puppies were so cute!!” Luna whined as Matteo led her off to the others.
“Luna look, I love you,” Matteo sighed. Ambar had been right. This was not surprising from Luna at all, “But you can’t go wandering off like that.We are not in Buenos Aires.”
“Matteo, I am an adult girl, I can take care of myself.”
“I know, but we are in a country where they don’t speak Spanish, you don’t speak Finnish and your English can use some work,” Matteo sighed, “Tough love, but it is important. You can actually get in lost in here.”
“Okayyy, I am sorry.” Luna rolled her eyes.
“So, can we now go inside?” Simon was stepping in his place to keep warm. “I am literally becoming a snowman here.”
“Weren’t we supposed to go and see Santa?” Ambar questioned as she rolled her eyes at Simon.
“The post office is close here,” Nina said while looking over the map that she had. “We could go there first.”
"You can send a post from here?" Luna piped up.
"Well, this is the place where you sent all the letters to Santa." Gastón noted. "How do you think he gets them? Of course, he needs his own post office."
"OMG! Lets go!"
"Luna wait! Don't just dash-" Matteo yelled, but Luna had already taken off running, "-off."
"We can go and find a pet store and you can buy a lease for her there," Gastón joked
"Don't speak like that," Matteo groaned, "It is getting tempting."
"Well, I vote yes." Ambar raised her hand.
"Well, this is not a democracy."
"Maybe you should start carrying her favorite treats around," Gastón suggested, "Works with Newton."
Matteo could not but help start laughing. Newton for a one and a half year old Labrador retriever was surprisingly well behaved and Gastón and Nina had trained a perfect little gentleman out of him. If only dog training methods could work on Luna's short attention span.
"Hey! What are you doing just standing here?" Matteo jumped as Luna suddenly appeared to be standing next to him. "Weren't we supposed, like go?"
"Well, we were, but then you ran away" Ambar noted.
"Oh, yeah... I guess did. Sorryy." Luna tilted her head. "But I could not find the post office. So l had to come back."
"Luna, we are standing next to it," Nina pointed to a sign two meters away from them. "I was just about to say that when you ran away."
"Okay, I learned my lesson," Luna shook her head in laughter, "I won't do that again."
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"Does everyone have their letters?" Matteo asked after he had signed the card to his Nonna in Italy, and talked Luna out of sending a card to every one of their friends.
"Yep!" Simon said as he and Ambar came to the counter with a postcard.
"I specially signed it, so Simon's family knows that he has not frozen into an icicle," Ambar patter him on his head.
"Worry that is not unwarranted," Simon said as he fixed his hat. "How do people live in the weather?"
"With proper get up probably," Gastón said as he and Nina came to the counter and posted their own letters. "Amn the professor I talked with at the Aalto University said that Finnish people are known for their endurance of whatever that was. Anyways, if we want to meet Santa we should really get going. We can't miss that bus to Saariselkä."
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“I am so excited to meet Santa!” Luna was skipping ahead as the rest were trying their best to keep up with her as they entered the place called Santa’s office. As they were there in the morning, sun had just come up and it was nearing 10:15, there was no line, so they could just freely walk the queue.
“Uuuu, what is this?” They stopped in front of a big picture that was on the wall of the queue. Or more like, it was a drawing. Drawing of the globe with some odd instructions.
“The…earth’s…rotational…speed…regulator…” Luna read from the drawing. “What does that mean?”
“Actually I don’t know,” Matteo said while looking at the wheel, “Gastón! Wanna translate this?”
“It means that this is supposed to be a device that regulates the earth’s rotation,” Gastón explained looking at the painting.
“I guess it relates to the fact that Santa manages to fly all over the world in one night,” Nina continued.
“Would that actually work?” Matteo asked Gastón while eyeing the drawing.
“Earth’s rotation, rotational speed, angular velocity, and the electromagnetic current are all part of the theory of relativity,” Gastón said while looking at Matteo. “You do not want me to go on. But in a quick review, no, it does not work. This is all based on Magic.”
“Had to try,” Matteo shrugged.
Soon they made their way to the end of the queue.
“I can’t believe it! Santa Claus really is real!” Luna exclaimed as the old man with a beard came into the view.
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Can you tell more about 'Chłopiec z gitarą' but Luisco, fanfiction from Spanish lessons, Dark!Avalor, and all of marvel ones?
As promised, here are the marvel ones:
"Widow" is a short novel I wrote back in my wattpad days for a wattpad contest. I tried to keep to the rules of a novel as a literary genre but it ended up being... quite awkward XD Not to mention that I used the words Matushka Rosija unironically fjbeisbeb Generally it was about Natasha learning that her husband Alexei is dead and I've tried to keep it vague if it's a true story or just a fake memory. Generally I think it was really good for the level of a writer I was, but now I just see how many things could work better. And also I'm not sure how accurate it all was since it was supposed to be ff to comic Natasha, but I've never ready any comics and just read the wiki XD
"Memory loss" was based on a little similar concept, I guess? I never decided why the memory loss happened or how serious it was and everything. It's a Captain America x Black Widow story and tbf it's based mostly on the Avengers Assemble cartoons, though I think I picked and chosen what fitted from MCU to include XD As for the plot:
In an especially hard mission Black Widow was knocked out and heavily beaten. After she regained her consciousness back in the headquarters, it turned out she lost all of her true memories, only keeping the implanted ones, so she's convinced she's a Soviet ballet dancer, married to a pilot. The whole team, but especially Captain America stand before a dilemma if they should tell her the truth or let her keep her fake but happy fake life.
Except that's all I had, I never solved this dilemma myself XD Although it's also connected to this other story, also with this ship, where for some reason everyone forgot that Black Widow ever existed or something and Steve meets Natasha as a ballet dancer he once saves after the opera house gets attacked while he was watching the performance. They were supposed to fall in love and later discover this whole scheme of forgetting about Black Widow together (so the typical "true love breaks fake reality" trope.)
And I think that "Marvellous cookbook" is my favourite one, probably because it's the newest one XD It was supposed to be a collection of oneshots centered around various characters' culinary adventures, light and wholesome :3 And to get the whole set, this one was supposed to be based mostly on MCU and with only some characterization from the cartoon.
This is all and once again thank you for such an interest in my wips!
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#my post#wip list ask game#marvel#Lucy-shining-star#none of these fics will probably ever get finished#cause i long since fell from the fandom#also there are no fragments since i started all of them in polish#and all but the first one are lost somewhere in some old notebooks
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Post 2: Correcting Post 1
Or: The journey of Japanese is a journey of folly.
So, I wrote that Japanese has pitch but it's usually not important for meaning, you just sound unnatural.
... Which is something you could say ... Kinda ... sorta ...
Only the Universe has been bombarding me with the importance and prevalence of pitch ever since. So I want to qualify the statement, at least.
Check out this interesting post I found here. Now, if I read this slightly cryptic answer right (it talks about "word-accent" which I assume can mean both "pitch" - Japanese, Chinese - and "stress" - English), pitch is significant to distinguish words with same sounds (homonyms) as follows: Chinese - 71%, Japanese - 13%, English - 0.47%.
Unsurprisingly, in a language (Chinese) using (in its standard pronunciation/main dialect) 5 pitches to differentiate words, pitches are "damn important" (71%). But 13% is actually also quite significant. Your mileage may differ.
Personal bias in skimming information
Now, for me, myself, this is not so surprising. I may have come across the information that pitch exists in Japanese probably twice but my brain may have chosen to willfully ignoring it.
(Textbooks may mention it but then omit it to not overload beginners, I guess.)
Thing is, I have a horrible history with learning how to stress words in other languages. These little accent-y things and squiggles on top of words? They're my nemesis. So I guess I wanted there to be no equivalent of that in Japanese.
I had three years of Ancient Greek in school, an investment of my time that taught me a valuable lesson: Don't learn Ancient Greek. I'm kidding - or am I? - the valuable lesson was to do my choices in a less knee-jerk way. In hindsight, nothing of value would have come of learning Ancient Greek even if I did well. Your opinion may differ. Fine. I really think it's a colossal waste of time unless you make a job choice requiring it. The best it could have done for me was get better at the learning itself or the learning of languages in general. But it failed in the most important thing that language does: connecting people. If it fails at that, it barely has any right to remotely exist as a subject. Nobody likes you Ancient Greek, go away.
Besides the letters, Greek gave me major problems with the stress accents. Put it on a syllable and I would never manage to pronounce the word. I always put the stress wrong. My brain hasn't unlocked how that works. I notice the same in Spanish. I may emulate a speaker (not that I speak Spanish, but when I repeat after someone), but even then I might not even hear the difference.
I know I've aggravated my Swedish teacher for not hearing the difference between his "ooh" and "uh" sounds he was making for the letter "u." (Ironically a song based entirely on the sound "U" is now playing on shuffle.) Hopefully continued exposure and awareness of the problem might help...
There's some good news, though
While my chosen learning method of WaniKani doesn't display stress, it features two speakers, Kyoko and Kenichi that say the readings. I wondered on occasion if they were real, but they do use pitch when pronouncing words. (And they might slightly vary between each other.)
So there's a neat little feature:
You pick your speaker and chose to let pronunciation play out every time the reading is featured - in case of reviews after you transcribed it yourself first.
I have to admit I was in the habit of not playing it when I could do multi-kanji word readings well, but this exposes me to pitch and pronunciation peculiarities I might otherwise ignore.
More exposure!
[EDIT:] Probably more good news, depending where you come from
So, in researching this I came across this article. It provides two pieces of context that I want to quote .
A reply to a letter to the editor of a manga magazine printed in Romaji (without accent marked) quoted in point 5: "When two or three words sound exactly alike except for pitch accent, context is going to resolve the ambiguity virtually 100 percent of the time. In practical terms, accent is probably the least important aspect of Japanese pronunciation no matter what your level of language skill."
In other words, even bad pitch accent will be understood almost always. This is where I first will employ the most horrible, stereotypical example that's ALWAYS trotted out to justify anything: the chopsticks/bridge example.
Chopsticks and bridge both transcribe to "hashi" (and to the same Hiragana). They only vary in rising and falling pitch. Now you could argue that makes pitch important. But as the above quote states - context usually resolves that quite reliably.
I mean, having browsed reddit and Quora for a while, you will inevitably see this being trotted out, and people ask the rhetorical question: Don't you think it's important to know if the bridge is burning or a set of chopsticks?
Rhetorical questions are, of course, only questions in the most technical sense. They're usually just people being smug or actually making biased or even bad faith arguments.
As mentioned above, people are not dumb. Japanese is already incredibly context-sensitive. You constantly have to keep track of things said before - because omission is common. You can leave out the subject because you mentioned it before as "the topic." Good luck with translating that, AI...
You usually can infer what is being said. But propagators of the burning chopstick dilemma are trying hard to make you think their way. Or are they even trying? It's so tired an example. If there were lots of these, surely people would quote them, too? Who cares what's going on with the damn bridge, anyway?!?
Okay, moving on.
I found this from point 6 a very useful and probably true assessment: "People without hearing impairments can mimic the melody of language, but they can hardly interpret visual accent markers into the oral/aural domain without special training because visual and auditory stimuli are processed very differently in the human brain. In all likelihood, the author of the above-mentioned letter simply feels more comfortable visually with accent markers. But using such markers to speak Japanese creates pronunciations that are worse than a crude synthesizer."
Well, I was notoriously bad at it in one language already. I guess I will hold my horses on trying to make that my method. Thankfully, audio material is available in enormous quantities, so we can learn from the melody of native speakers. And that is good news.
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Bestie, I would be so unstoppable with French and Spanish, the world isn't ready (insert that interview with tom holland speaking Spanish here. That'd be me lmao)...
That's true!! I had a history tutor - one of my favourite teachers honestly (what a shame she wasn't at my school) and she is a person fitting for this job. She made me love history and not dread lessons with her. She loves her job and her children so much and het students love her too. Although juggling it all is hard and doesn't get that much money (which is another topic that frustrates me to infinity), but every time she says that it's all worth it and she wouldn't change anything. She really set a standard for a good teacher to me.
JG TWJRWJQRJARUTAJWTI NAAAAUR YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SAD I'M THAT SOMEBODY'S MIND WAS SEXIER THAN MINE😭😭😭 I wish it was me... big kudos to that person, but I'm still sad I didn't come up with it... I let it slide though, other people deserve to have their 'sexy mind' moments to😟💅 I don't know how I didn't think of raven... SEE THAT'S WHY IT'S AWESOME FOR YOU TO REBLOG YOUR WORKS!! Well, you did quite a good job with hair dye hahaha. The chaos and excitement coupled with fear of it all really hit the spot💀
Hmmm, I didn't expect the question to redirect at me and now I have to think hard... honestly I would probably go with angst that in the end turns into fluff. I like to suffer a bit... there's just this bittersweet burning that lingers in my chest that gets me, but happy end is a must. Also just fluff in general. I love these domestic and comfy things between characters that also make my heart ache. Something about vulnerability and intimacy shared between lovers burns me from the inside out. I would love to see more silly content with xavi on it, because smut really devoured his tag (don't judge, completely understand and consume). So in the end it's all coming to projecting, yeah...
- elliot anon
Us jumping from one topic to another is hilarious to me. You’d be too powerful if you knew both.
OMG being a history teacher is such a dream!! I’m glad you got to experience an educator who truly gives their all to what they do! We all need at least one in our lives, I feel like they change our lives in the smallest of ways. I still remember my kindergarten teacher & the activities she had us do. I follow her on Instagram and everything lol.
LMAOOO it would’ve been entirely too funny. You would’ve been the only one keeping the fangirlies account running 💀 everyone who leaves a request in my inbox has a sexy mind, no doubt about it! I’m glad I reblogged it and it caught your attention.
I giggled at “ I like to suffer a bit” don’t we all bestie? I felt that. I honestly need to add to my angst list to show I’m a woman of many talents. It’s so true what you said though, there’s something so beautiful about writing/reading those everyday, wholesome errands like dying your hair or taking care of when you’re sick. Ugh. I’ll eat any amount of smut up though, but you’re right it did take over his tag. I feel like 70% of fanfics will involve some kind of smut 😬 I guess this is my outlet. The place I write things I’m afraid I’ll never get to experience lolienjoyhurtingmyownfeelingslol
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