#PARA ASKS THE BEST STUFF!!!
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Counter-counter-custom ask. Let's do something a little off the beaten path. What sort of reader are you? Are you on the "read omnivorously, time and spoons allowing" bandwagon, or do you find that you gravitate towards specific things? What do you read for, when you're reading for Not Work (however defined)? Can be fanfic or original, fiction or not, or a little bit of everything <3 Optional Bonus: what do you tend to avoid, if anything (genres, tropes, styles, or in your flavor)? Same parameters as above. Optional Bonus, Extra Special Edition: What's the relationship between reading and writing for you?
Ohhh reading questions <3 Thank you, my friend. I always appreciate your custom asks. They are a joy to answer!
I am a read everything kind of person, for sure, within parameters which are parts of the next couple questions lol. I frequently have more spoons for reading than for anything else at the end of my day, and reading is still productive enough for my brain to forgive me my idleness lol. (I do loudly protest hustle culture but I have a soul-deep perhaps even genetic inability to sit still with nothing productive to do, especially now that I am feeling marginally better injury-wise than I have over the last few years.)
I like fantasy genre best of all, but do like a good sci-fi story once in a while. Sometimes creative non-fiction. Occasionally poetry collections. Infrequently contemporary. I tend not to read horror because I'm a chicken lol
Well, I'm an editor, which I've mentioned a humble amount of times. Here and there, perhaps infrequently lol so reading is work, too, but it's different. When I read for just the sheer joy of reading, I'm not reading for anything except a good story. Applies to fic, too. I ask "What makes this a good story?" and "What about this is working?" "What can I forgive not working if the story itself is still compelling?" and things like that, so that I can figure that out for myself when I'm writing, which I suppose translates back to the end of this question, so I'll scoot it up here.
I believe making the time to invest in what you're reading is the greatest gift you can give yourself as a writer besides actually sitting down to write and defending your writing time. Ask yourself why story beats and characters are working for you to create an entertaining experience. If a book leaves something to be desired, allow yourself the time to be critical of why. If you seem to frequently be unable to find the story you want to read, again, be critical of how these books are falling short -- and also what elements have the most potential, even if the author didn't follow through in a way you expected. Enjoy the process anyway -- allow yourself to like books that are imperfect. This attitude translates back to your work, too. Things don't have to be perfect, especially out of the gate. Having an understanding of what you'd like to see/improve is different than expecting your first draft to be perfect. Mindset matters here, too. So enjoy books and read widely. That translates back to writing in more ways than I can explain.
I am very forgiving when I'm reading outside of work. (Those I've beta read for or have edited before will know I am gentle in my advice, but still push the author to bring out the best in their work.) I am a lot more willing to overlook glaring structural problems especially in fic if the characters are well written. I am willing to overlook a lack of characterization if the action scenes are unputdownable.
I think the only things I avoid at all costs these days are pwp fic, really and romance as a genre by itself. It's boring to me, doesn't affect me, and really doesn't bring that element of having a good story to the table generally speaking. Sometimes it does? I suppose? But at least with romance novels it's more formulaic, and I'm already bored by the premise of simply romance with nothing else outside of it and doesn't risk much from what I've been able to stomach of the years.
(This doesn't mean I don't like drama with a dash of romance or stories that have threads of romance! That's different and not what I mean here.)
And pwp for me is like... well I've said this before in complete jest but it's true. Trying to get me to read it and have an opinion on it for you is like trying to defeat a Ghost Type Pokémon with a Normal type Pokémon or vice versa. It just isn't the right material and I'm not the right audience and the whole point of the thing is lost on me. (:
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Hey Uncle Nina! I hope this doesn't sound rude, but why aren't you on AO3 anymore? I miss you :(
hi, anon! no this is not rude at all -- that is a very valid question! plus, it can be really confusing and disheartening when an author that you follow on ao3 randomly stops posting! i totally, totally get it! <3 :')
but for me, at least, posting my updates onto ao3 got suuuper stressful and unpleasant. like literally shredded my mental health.
but this!!! this is Fun for me <3 :) there's just somethin abt tumblr, idk.
i was holding myself to all these standards on ao3, stressing myself the fuck out...& i know i'm not supposed to delete the asks i respond to, but its nice that if i feel that compulsion, i can delete stuff/edit it without it being this big, gigantic thing i'm tampering w/.
...because an ask disappearing when i'm anxious is a bummer, but me deleting Entire Chapters and possibly entire fanfictions because of panic attacks i got...due largely in part to the ungodly Stress i incurred while writing them? not cute.
also, it was a little different when style/sp was super popular on ao3 and there were new fanfics/updates for stories everyday so when you posted something, it was very low stakes and if you just gave the tags a couple hours, your fic could be washed away onto page 2/3...
...but ohHHHHH my god its so SLOW right now!!! that i shit you not updates are sitting on the front page for like multiple days??? which is nice for people that want exposure ( and deserve it tbh! ) but a large part of the ao3 posting stress was me...watching my fic get views and not get kudosed or commented on so...if i was updating rn, i would be in hell. and i'm already in hell 25/8 doing my damn job.
which! i'm a working lady! i'm very busy and stressed! running a tumblr blog is waaaay less stressful than constantly updating a fanfiction tbh. and whats more? this is stress relieving for me. <333
i enjoy this little community of people who like my content on tumblr. its less vulnerable than a03 and way less aggressive than twitter. fr. you guys are super nice to me on here and i never feel stressed or pressured ever to post stuff. <33 its really fun for me to be able to answer really super specific questions about my fanfic for people who are actively seeking out that information! like its very...curated.
and its very specific in terms of my fanfics/ncuniverse stuff, but its nice for me because i can post a variety of diff content! like i can post up my little para things, snippets of dialogue, be silly and goofy in my ask memes, but also really serious in my ask memes, i can be in depth or mysterious, sad, funny, happy, really weird like idk you guys, i really enjoy the freedom i have on here to...create without limits? ig
it feels like i can give you a shit ton of information in different mediums without having to update my fanfics, like, idk, i guess its probably not as exciting to see my ask meme answers as it is to get fanfic updates, but i try to make them like little updates, yknow? it was also really annoying to have to keep you guys in the dark abt stuff in my fics/ideas i have bc i...havent updated, so now its like!! i can tell you stuff again which!!! AAAA!!! makes me so happy omg
but yeah, sorry for the sudden switch. sorry for not really writing but...this is much better for me. i feel a lot safer and comfortable doing this. i like answering my ask memes...i like talking to yall. in terms of my fanfics, i'm not entirely sure what that means...like if i'm going to update on ao3 or if i'm gonna just post experimental updates or pieces of my fics on here? if i'm just gonna tell all my stories thru elaborate answers to ur questions...
idk! IDK! and thats okay. i am having fun and i hope you have fun. thats all that matters. <3
-uncle nina in her healing idgaf era
#sorry tldr#ao3 was stressful#i dont like twitter#i like tumblr i like doing my asks i like answering ur specific questions and idk i feel like we built a lovely community on here#where like u guys ask me stuff u wanna know and i tell u idk i feel like we are having a little book club i like it here#i like that i can like make ooc posts like hey guys what do we think about the style yuri? when im off 3 ciders#or that i can in depth describe scenes to you through the hc asks and you get that info but in a less stressful and formal way#than it would be if i had to write that up as a para#but then the freedom to write para things or long form stuff or even just dialogue and post that to a group of people who are excited 4 it#like theres just so much possibility and its very low stakes#if i get overwhelmed answering the big ask memes i can take a break w/o consequence or do less serious asks#i can shoot you guys ideas and also talk about my life in a safe place where i feel supported#i can drop you guys experimental stuff i'm worried about and have it received by people who will be kind to me abt it in ways i am not ofte#with myself idk like this blog seriously saved my life a little#and i am very happy here and i love you guys and i love my stupid tumblr abt my stupid au style fics with the best readers in the world#i hope people are okay with me being a tumblr primary ff retired for now girlie i'm sorry if thats upsetting but i also try to keep it cute#on here like i feel like we can just do so much more like this and i can talk to you guys and be so specific idk i love this sm
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Si tú me quisieras
(If you loved me)
Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k
“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello
Warning: Friends to lovers | Sappy | angst and fluff (?) | mentions of sex | fighting | a bit of aggressive Mike
notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)
Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.
You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”
Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"
Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."
Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.
Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"
Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.
“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”
“I guess.” You shrugged.
You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?
“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”
"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.
Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."
He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.
“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”
Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.
“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”
…
Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.
The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."
A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.
"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.
Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.
As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.
"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.
Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.
The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.
Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.
Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.
Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.
As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.
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To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.
Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.
Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.
Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.
"My fucking god. Can you drive?"
Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.
His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.
Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"
Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.
Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.
"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"
The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.
"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.
"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.
Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"
With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."
"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.
Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."
The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.
Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.
"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.
You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.
"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.
"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.
Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.
As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.
Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪
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Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3
Masterlist<3
SUGGESTIVE!!! MDNI GO AWAY OR ILL BITE YOU
I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!
-It took a while to convince him to be honest
-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene
-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE
-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao
-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly
-Now when y’all get there
-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST
-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing
-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.
-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada
-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”
-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”
-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.
-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????
-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe
-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly
-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be
-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.
-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.
-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance
-And he was done for.
-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever
-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them
-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.
-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”
-His feet take him to you before he knows
-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands
-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.
-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it
-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.
-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.
-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah
-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3
-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.
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Thanks again, stranger. Hope you have a nice day<3
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Begin Again | Part Three
Summary: Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.
Warnings: cursing
A/N: Hello! I want to apologize for the waiting. Most of that was because I got sick (I still am), but here it is. Hope you like it. Love you all 💛✨️
Part one | Part two
April 2027
The moving went smoothly, Elena and Paulo helped you with everything. Your parents didn't like the idea, but you shut them down.
You weren't supposed to start till the end of April, giving you enough time to mind a plan to fix everything.
You saw online that Pedro was on Manchester. Apparently, Manchester City wanted to buy him.
"No sobre pienses tanto lo que haces, estas haciendo lo mejor para ti." (Don't overthink your decision. You're doing what's best for you)
Elena was the voice of reason in this situation.
"No sé ni donde empezar." (I don't even know where to start)
"Escuchame, eres una de las personas más inteligentes que conozco, venga tía, tu puedes con esto, es normal no saber ni donde empezar, pero estoy aquí para ti, para ayudarte en todo." (Listen to me, you're one of the smartest people I've ever known, c'mon dude, you can do it, it's okay not knowing where to start, but I'm here for you to help you with everything)
You hug her, crying a little, she makes you feel less alone.
Your mother stopped talking to you once she found out about the moving, telling you how much of a mistake you were making.
Your dad was siding with her, even when he didn't say you were making a mistake, he did tell you it was a bad decision.
But you didn't care, you pack your stuff and moved back to Barcelona. You even unblock his family from social media and didn't follow them, but unblock them was a start.
"Vamos por un helado." Elena says, drying your tears, "polito, amor mio, vamos!" (Let's go get some ice cream, Polito, my love, let's go)
She was carrying the diaper bag and your son, to say he even had a matching outfit with her.
"Oye, vamos a la playa, quiero una foto con mi bebé. Polito, te pondré tu chamarra de osito." (Let's go to the beach, I want a photo with my baby, Polito, let me put you your bear sweater)
"Tu bebé?" You laugh helping her with the sweater. "Amorcito, tienes nueva mami." (Your baby? Baby, you have a new mommy)
She laughed and made her way to the front door, grabbing your purse on the way out and your phone. You followed her.
"Crees que Pedro haría algo para quedarse con Polo?" You ask once you got to the beach. Your mom words did have an impact, even if you knew he wouldn't. "Yo sé que no, pero me da miedo." (Do you think Pedro would do anything to take Polo away? I know he wouldn't, but I'm scared)
"Y/n, claro que no, por favor saca esas ideas de tu mente, Pedro y tu tuvieron algo tan especial, él jamás haría nada para lastimarte." (Y/n, of course not, please take that idea out of your mind. Pedro and you had something so special, I know he won't do anything to hurt you)
You only nodded, not wanting to overthink those words.
"Mis padres me odian." (My parents hate me)
"No creo, solo están preocupados." (I don't think so, they're just worried)
But worried about what?
"Venga, Dame a mi hijo, vamos a tomarnos fotos." Elena says, throwing the empty ice cream cup in the trash can near you. (Give me my son, let's take some pictures)
"Lo bueno es que tu lo pariste, vieja tonta." (The good thing us that you birth him, dumbass)
Elena dances a little with him, singing a Quevedo song. The song makes you remember Pedro, he loves Quevedo music.
You take the pictures of Polo and Elena and she then takes some of you and him.
"Ay déjame subir esta." (Oh let me post this one)
You see the picture, it was cute.
"Dale."
"La verdad la oferta esta muy buena, para mi que la tomes." Mario, who is Pedro's manager says, "O es que aún piensas en quedarte en el barça?" (I think the offer is really good, I think you should take it. Or are you still thinking about staying?)
Pedro was lost in his thoughts, Manchester was offering him 150 million euros, with full on benefits and even to keep the number 8.
But on the other side, Barça was the club of his life. He couldn't imagine playing for other club.
He played for another season, but due to a mistake in his contract, he could leave for free this summer.
"Creo que debo pensarlo, hablarlo bien con mis padres." (I have to think about it, talk with my parents)
His manager agreed and changed the subject. He was invited to a club, but he rejected it. Fer was not I the mood, and without him, he was not going.
"Vamos de regreso al hotel." (Let's go back to the hotel)
After the arrival, he and his manager went to their rooms. He was sharing one with Fernando.
"Cómo te fue chaval?" (How was it?)
"Mmm. Estuvo bien, es un puto dolor de cabeza pensar en esto, no sé ni que hacer." (It was good, but it's a fucking headache thinking about all of this, I don't even know what to do)
"Venga, vamos al bar del hotel, tomamos algo y hablamos, no te estreses Pedro" (Let's go to the bar of the hotel, let's have some drinks and a talk. Don't stress)
They both made their way to the bar, Fernando was telling him about a gift he bought for his girlfriend.
"Mira que linda foto," Fer says, showing him the picture Elena posts about a baby with a bear sweater. "Quiero un sobrino para vestirlo así." (Look at this beautiful picture, I want a nephew to dress him like that)
Fernando looks at him with funny eyes, Pedro only laughs, "eres un gilipollas, tu deberías darme un sobrino" (you're an asshole, you're supposed to give me a nephew.)
They laughed and forgot about the picture. Asking for drinks and some food to begin the night.
"Alguna vez has pensado en cómo serias cómo padre?" (Have you ever thought about you as a father?) Fernando asks.
That puts him in deep thoughts. He did think about it, even dream with it.
The little baby in your arms with the barça shirt, his number on the back of both yours and the baby's shirt.
"La verdad?" (You want the truth?)
"Macho, no como crees? Dime mentiras." Fer says as he hits him on the back of the head. "Pues claro tonto, por algo pregunté." (Man, not at all, tell me lies. Well, obviously, I want the truth, I asked for a reason.)
"Venga ya que la colleja no era necesaria." He laughs. "Siempre lo imaginé, usualmente era algo que hablamos y/n y yo, ella quería un niño, y hombre no te miento, yo también quería uno, pero luego miraba a nuestro primo con su hija y pensaba en una niña." He says, remembering all the late night talks you two had. (The hit on the head was not necessary, I've always pictured it. It was something y/n and I always talked about. She wants a boy and man, I do want a son too, but after seeing our cousins with his girl, I thought about having a girl)
Fernando looks at the way he talks about it, the shine of his eyes, he haven't seen that shine in months.
"Puedo preguntarte algo, pero no te enojas?" (Can I ask you something without you getting mad?)
"Mhm?"
"Por qué la dejaste ir?" (Why did you let her go?)
Pedro takes his eyes away from his brother. That question was one he asked himself every night since that December night.
"Recuerdas el anillo?" He asks, Fernando nods. "Yo sabía que ella quería que su padre estuviera de acuerdo con el matrimonio, la bendición, así que fui a pedirla, yo quería casarme con ella." (Remember the ring? I knew she wanted his father to be okay with the marriage, the blessing. So I went to ask for it, I wanted yo marry her)
"Pero?" (But?)
"Pero su padre me dijo que no podía darmela, que yo era un chaval con una vida muy distinta a la que el soñaba para el esposo de su hija. Me dijo que pensaba que ella algún día iba a darse cuenta y dejarme, como no lo hizo, solo esperó. Me pidió dejarla, diciendo que ella no quería irse de Barcelona por mi, porque no quería dejarme, diciéndome que sus sueños iban a ser siempre interrumpidos por mi, por mi carrera y me pidió dejarla ir, dejarla emprender su propio camino, brillar por si sola." He says angrily, remembering the words of your father. (But her father couldn't give it to me, I was a kid with a totally different life from the one he pictured his son in law would have. He told me he hoped for her to realize that and left me, but she never did, so he waited. He asked me to leave her, but she didn't want to leave Barcelona because of me, telling me her dreams were going to be interrupted by me because of my career. So he asked me to let her go, for her to shine on her own, to begin her own path in life)
Fernando was in shock. He always thought it was about a fight, maybe even a bad patch on the relationship. Even his parents told him he was making a mistake, but know it makes sense.
"Pedro. Por qué no me habías contado?" (Pedro, why didn't you tell me?)
He shrugs, not facing him. Drinking way too quickly.
"Pedro, por favor mirame."
He did, after a few minutes.
"Lo siento, por haberte criticado, haberte culpado y juzgado mal. No sabía lo que había pasado, ojalá me hubieras contado, para así apoyarte. Lo siento hermanito." He hugs him, the hug was tight, and Pedro needed that. (I'm sorry. For judging you and for blaming you. I didn't know, and I wish you had told me I would have supported you. I'm sorry, hermanito.
Pedro felt relief. The secret he kept to himself was now free from him.
"Has pensado en hablar con ella?" (Have you thought about reaching her?)
He shake his head no.
"La verdad siento que me odia, la hice mierda, la deje y luego ignore sus llamadas, sus mensajes. Me dolió el alma, Fernando. Pero era lo que yo en ese momento creía correcto. (To be honest, I feel that she hates me, I fuck her up, after I dumped her I ignored her calls and texts, that broke my heart, Fernando. But I thought I was doing the right thing)
"Escuchame, tu hiciste lo que en ese momento creíste correcto, no te culpes más, pero creo que es obvio que no la has superado, aún piensas en ella." Fer says, patting his back. "Venga, déjame ayudarte a recuperarla y si no se puede pues ayudarte a superarlo, juntos en todo, como cuando niños." (Listen to me, you did what you thought was the right thing, don't blame yourself anymore. I think it is pretty obvious that you love her. You still think of her. So, let me help you get her back, and if that's not possible, let me help you move on, but together, like when we were kids)
"Te amo, eres el mejor." (I love you, you're the best)
"Yo te amo más, venga que tenemos que pensar en algo." (I love you more, c'mon, we have to plan how you're getting her back)
Pedro smiled, high five his brother, and begins with the plan for that to happen. Like fer said, together.
You were at the supermarket, you needed food for your fridge. Elena stayed with Polo. He was fussy, so you let him stay.
You got almost everything on the list. I'm picking a few fruits. Since Polo is now six months old, the doctor told you to start with some fruit based foods.
You grabbed some sweet potato, some bananas, and some avocados. Also some vegetables like broccoli, carrot, and some more.
You were so focused on picking some apples that when someone touched you to grab your attention you kind of jump.
"Ay Dios," you say, putting your hand on your heart, "Pablo?" You ask seeing him smile, trying not to laugh.
"Sigues siendo la misma tía que se asusta de todo al parecer." (You're still the same scary girl I see).
You laugh, hugging him. It's been a long time without seeing him.
"Cuando volviste?" (When did you came back?)
"Hace poco, a finales de marzo." (Not that long ago, end of March.)
"Y estas aquí para quedarte? O solo de visita?" (Are you staying or only for a visit?)
You smile, "Vine para quedarme" (I'm here to stay)
You talked for a while, and you both continued the shopping.
"Y dime, como vas de amores?" (And tell me, how's the love?)
You shrug, not knowing how to answer.
"Pues, sigo soltera. Los Italianos son muy intensos, te juro. Y tu que tal de amores?" (Well, I'm still single, Italian guys are way too much. What about you?)
"Recuerdas a Carolina?" (Do you remember Carolina?)
"La nena del agua?" (The water girl?)
He nodded, excited. "Hace casi un año estamos saliendo, ya no es la del agua, ahora es entrenadora de los niños en el club" (almost a year ago we been dating, and she's not the water girl anymore, she's a coach for the first starters in the club.)
"Eso está increíble, Pablito." (That's amazing, Pablito)
"Haz vuelto a hablar con Pedro?" (Have you talked to Pedro?)
If Pablo was known for something, it was two things, his anger on the pitch and not having a filter when he speaks.
"No, hace mucho que no hablo con él." (No, it's been a long time without talking to him.)
He nodded, understanding.
"Pero, de hecho he querido hablar con él desde que regresé. No sé si quiera hablarme." (But, I've been looking to talk to him since I came back, but I don't know if he would talk to me)
"Pero vamos, claro que quiere" (c'mon, he obviously wants to)
You smile at his words.
"Deja darte el número, tuvo que cambiarlo porque en un entreno le hicimos mierda el movil" (let me give you his number, he had to change it since once during training we fucked his phone)
"No me sorprende, siempre se hacian mierda las cosas ustedes" (I'm not surprised, you guys always fucked your things)
He grabbed your phone, saving Pedro's number.
"Te he guardando el mio igual, por si alguna vez necesitas algo, acá estoy." (I saved mine too. If you ever need anything, I'm here)
You hugged goodbye as you both went different ways.
You hurry to the line, wanting to get home so you can tell Elena the news.
"Sabes que me encanta de Manchester, el ambiente es diferente a España, no sé cómo describirlo pero es diferente" Fernando says, looking around. (You know what I love about Manchester? The atmosphere is different. I don't know how to explain it, but it's different)
Pedro laughed, agreeing with him. Mario only nodded smiling.
"Bien, entonces dame unos días y te daré la respuesta, si?" (Okay, give me a few days, and I'll have the answer) Pedro says referring to the contract.
"Tomate una semana, meditalo y si tienes dudas podemos hablar, poner un pro y con sobre la mesa." (Take a week, meditate it, and if you have any doubts, call me up, and we can put all the pros and cons at the table to make up your mind)
After that, they changed the topic, talking about a game they were invited to, Fer and Mario were talking about one specific player and how he got a yellow card for something that was a clearly a red.
Pedro's mind was far away from that, seeing the text he got from Pablo.
She was back, and she wanted to talk with him.
He was out of breath, wanted to tell Fernando right away, but he knew better and wait for the night to be over.
As they entered the room, he grabbed his brother's shoulders, shaking him while screaming in happiness.
"Me vas a descalabrar capullo." (You're going to hurt me, idiot)
"Mira," he shows the text message.
Fernando is now screaming with him, happy for the news.
"A ver, calma ya" (okay, let's calm down), Fernando says, taking a few breaths. "Si te quiere ver y Pablo le dio tu número, ella te va a escribir, es obvio." (If she wants to see you and Pablo gave her your number, she'll text you, it's obvious)
And as Fer finished saying that, Pedro's phone lights up with a text from an unknown number.
Pedro checks it and screams, showing it to his brother, who screams with him.
(Hi,
I hope you're doing great. I'm sending you this message to let you know I'm in Barcelona and I'll like to meet up with you to talk.
-Y/n)
"Qué contesto?" Pedro says, full of nerves. (What can I text back?)
"Trae pa ca', tonto," he says, taking the phone from his brothers hand. (Give me that, morron)
(Hi
I like to see you, we can meet wherever, maybe somewhere more calm to avoid paparazzi)
Back in Barcelona, you and Elena are sitting in your couch, face to face.
"Ya contestó," you say excited. (He answered)
"A ver," Elena says, taking the phone from you. "Contesta" (let me see, answer him).
"No sé que poner," you say nervios. (I don't know how to answer)
"Ay, dame aquí, tonta" (give me that, idiot)
("Do you still living I'm the same place." "Yes, do you remember the address, or do you need the location?")
"Crees que recuerde?" Pedro asks, seeing the answer his brother sends. (Do you think she remembers?)
"Callate, déjame ver que responde," Fer says, seeing the three dots. (Shut up, let me answer)
("No, I do remember, what about tomorrow morning?" "I'll be back from Manchester tomorrow at noon. Let's meet at night, if that's okay with you.")
"Cierto que vi que estaba en Manchester," you say as you read the text, "Dile que si" (it's true, he's in Manchester, say yes)
"Calmate," Elena says. (Calm down)
("I'll see you tomorrow at night" "7 pm?" "Yes, " "I'll see you tomorrow. " "Goodbye, Pedro.")
Pedro and Fernando were looking at the last text.
"Niño" Fernando says, screaming and hugging his brother.
Pedro is excited. He was getting you back. No matter how hard, how much he has to fight or work, he's getting you back. He's putting that ring on your finger. He's getting that dream family.
What he didn't know is that on Barcelona, Elena, and you are jumping and screaming on the couch.
"Dios, estoy tan nerviosa." You say as you calm down. "Necesito que me lleves, por favor." (Gosh, I'm so excited. Please, I need you to take me)
"Obvio, tonta." (Obviously, dummy)
You both look and start screaming again, until a cry make you stop.
"Oops," Elena says.
You laugh and go to collect your baby. He was crying due to your screaming, mad because his dreams were interrupted.
"Ya, ya mi amor, ven acá." You say picking him up, calming him. "No sabes, tu papi y yo nos vamos a ver." You say as he calms down. "Y estoy nerviosa, espero mañana puedas conocerlo." (It's okay, love, come here. You have no idea. Daddy and I are meeting up, I'm nervous, and I hope you both can meet up tomorrow)
You kiss him. Taking him with you back to the living room.
"Vente." You say to Elena, "ayúdame a escoger el outfit." (Come, help me pick my outfit)
You feel like a teenager getting ready for her first date.
The butterflies, the nervousness in your system, and the excitement.
Tomorrow, you're getting that family you both dreamed about.
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They eep and cuddle
I barely have an idea of what I was doing the whole 6 hours that I spent on this. Gotta make fictional mentally unstable people happy
I'm seeing a pattern in me ending up with comfort characters/pairings that are not healthy at best in canon, and you can imagine how it goes sometimes counting the fact that I'm a fluff addict. This is literally my first hetero pairing that I got obsessed with. The only thing it took is for one of them to be an animated object XPP
ANYWAY, I want to believe that Para's content with Aba being calm and actually wholesome for once ghhskhghjkh. Also I'm definitely projecting some stuff on Aba (On them both tbh), have pity on me
Someone asked me to draw them as furries and OH BOY WILL I DELIVER, JUST YOU WAIT
#rambling#Do they even need sleep?#Their happiness keeps me sane#my art#aba x paracelsus#aba guilty gear
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necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara
miguel o'hara x nb! reader
in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...
warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish
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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"
"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."
The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.
Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"
Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"
"Excuse me?"
Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"
"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."
Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"
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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.
"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"
Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."
Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"
Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."
Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"
Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."
He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."
He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.
……..
You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."
You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.
You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.
Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.
You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.
“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”
You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.
“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.
You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.
“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”
“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”
Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.
“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”
He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.
“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.
“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.
You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.
“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.
“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.
The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.
“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.
He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”
It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.
You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.
The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.
After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.
He liked that about you and how you were so confident.
You were his polar opposite.
Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.
He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.
“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”
You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.
“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”
He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”
Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”
“Absolutely…Not.”
You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“
He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”
He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.
“Or what?”
His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.
“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”
You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”
…….
Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”
Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”
“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.
Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.
Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”
Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“
“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.
“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.
While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.
translations-
Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass
Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)
No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you
Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that
Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more
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Hiii Can I make a request? I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could do one with pedri. It would be smut, like you have a toy inside of you which he's controlling and you two are buying in a supermarket or in your parent's house or his parent's house. And he is teasing you, also if you can do that they will end up doing it.
Control over you (Pedri x Reader) smut
Warnings: use of vibrator in public, Pedri being a lovable bitch, smut, mentions of Pedri's injury, fucking on the car, lots of Spanish
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You are starting to think that with his injury, your boyfriend is having too much time to think about dumb stuff to do.
That's at least the explanation you give yourself when he convinces you of going out with your brand new vibrator inside of you, neither you or him knowing exactly how to control it, but about to learn.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend learns way too fast and is now having the time of his life while on dinner with his parents.
"¿Estás bien, y/n?" his mother asks you, Rosy adores you and always has an eye out to check on you "Estás un poco roja, ¿no te estarás enfermando?" (are you ok, y/n? You are looking a bit red, are you coming down with something?)
To be honest, you are a bit out of your mind with the strong vibrations inside of you, Pedri being the little shit he is increasing the intensity as you are about to speak, making you bite down on your lip, then answer "Sisi, solo un poco acalorada" (yes yes, only a bit warm)
Everyone but Pedri gives you a strange look, yet none say anything, your boyfriend leans down next to your ear, his big hand resting on your thigh to tease you even more "Hace diez grados amor, te podrías haber buscado una excusa mejor" (it's ten degrees, love, you surely could have come up with a better excuse)
You glare at him, about to reprimand him when once more the intensity increases, making you bit back a moan once more, trembling a bit as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.
"No me digas que mi niña bonita ya se va a correr" he places a kiss on your cheek when no one is watching "¿Te vas a venir aquí delante de mis padres? ¿Vas a dejar que vean que no eres para nada como se piensan? Solo una puta deseando que la folle" (don't tell me my pretty girl is about to cum. Are you going to cum here in front of my parents? Gonna let them see you are nothing like they think you are? Just a whore begging me to fuck her)
There are low whines escaping your mouth as your whisper "Pepi, por favor, vayamonos a casa, no quiero correrme aquí, quiero hacerlo con tu polla dentro mio" (Pepi, please, let's go home, I don't want to cum here, I want to do it with my cock inside of me)
Your boyfriend thinks about it for a minute, still his thumb moving up and down on his phone screen to tease you with the levels of pleasure. He finally stands up, taking your hand into his as his parents and brother watch you "Mejor nos vamos a casa, que y/n en verdad se siente un poco enferma" (we better go home, y/n is feeling a bit sick)
Worry for you takes over everyone's faces, specially Pedri's mother who stands up to check on you.
"Nos vamos todos si queréis" she says, being in Barcelona everyone is staying back on your house. (we can all go if you want)
Pedri shakes his head "Que va que va, seguid con el plan, el cine y tal. Ya nos veremos luego" he hands his mother the money for everyone's dinner plus the movies and drags you out of the restaurant. (nono, you follow the plan, cinema and the rest. We will see each other later)
Pedri has one hand on the steering wheel, the other has his fingers thrusting roughly inside of you as you play with your clit. He tries his best to keep his eyes focused as you fuck yourself on the passenger seat.
There is no music on the car, only the sweet sounds of your unrestrained moans over the sound of Pedri's teasing.
"¿Disfrutas de mis dedos follandote, amor? Te vas a venir aquí con ellos dentro tuyo. Sigue tocandote, te pones tan puto apretada" (are you enjoying my fingers fucking you, love? You are going to cum here with them inside of you. Keep on touching yourself, you become so fucking tight)
You whine, high pitched "Pedri, por favor, te necesito dentro ya, no puedo aguantar más" (Pedri, please, I need you inside now, I can't handle this anymore)
"Joder, cariño, no me lo pones nada fácil" (dammit darling you make this so difficult)
He keeps on complaining, all while parking the car on the side of the road, on a point that no one passing by will be able to see you. He pushes his seat back, hasty hands unbuckling his belt as he indicates you to undress too "Venga bonita, dejame verte entera" (come on, pretty, let me see all of you)
As soon as you are undresses, he throws your clothes on the back as your hands lift up his sweatshirt, you too want to see him whole, almost salivating at the sight of his thick cock standing tall against his stomach, tip red and precum coming out from it, looking ready as ever to reach extasis.
Pedri doesn't waste time, picking you up by your waist and placing you above him, your hole lining up with his cock, then dropping you into him, taking him whole, you letting a loud moan out at the feeling of being so full, trembling as you grab into his shoulders, neither you or him waisting time to move your hips.
He grinds into you, his lips attached to your neck and going lower to your breasts he is so obsessed with. You look down, head dropping back at the sight of his entirety all inside of you, his cock stained with both of your juices.
"Joder, amor, no voy a aguantar mucho" (dammit, love, I won't last much)
You are pleading, big, glossy eyes looking up into his "Da igual, vente dentro mio, necesito sentirte completamente" (doesn't matter, cum inside me, I need to feel all of you)
The sounds coming from Pedri's mouth are animalistic, primitive, pleasure has completely taken over his foggy mind, he is in complete control, hard thrusts one after the other, he moves you up and down as if you don't weight anything.
One particularly hard thrust does it for you walls tightening around him and squirting everywhere, he lets out the hottest moan you have ever heard as he fills you up to the brim. His head drops to your shoulder, he doesn't move from your insides.
Suddenly, his phone dings, and with half a mind he picks it up, surprised when he sees the message coming from his brother.
¿Donde estáis? Que hemos venido a casa directamente y no habéis llegado
Where are you? That we have come directly home and you are not here
You turn red at the next next
Por cierto, dile a y/n que tiene que mejorar su actuación. Dais puto asco haciendo eso en la comida
Also, tell y/n she has to improve her acting. You two are fucking disgusting doing that while we eat
#pedri#barca#fc barca#pedri headcanon#pedri imagine#pedri x reader#spanish nt#barcelona#spain national team#spain nt#pedri smut
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Home (Camila Montes X Reader)
“Get Out!”
You were tossed on the small lawn in front of your house, your father standing above you seething and throwing a suitcase next to you clothes scattered everywhere.
“Where am I supposed to go?”
A car slowly came to a stop as a familiar face from school peaked at you.
Your tears were endless as you looked to your mom for help. She simply shook her head stepping back into the house, before she came back out your journal clutched tight in her hands. You glanced at the book and her, eyes widening in mortification at what she could’ve read. Your deepest thoughts were laid bare in that book: every good day, bad day, significant event, such as you realizing your crush on your long time best friend and many others to follow. You wondered why you’d get so upset when they’d discussed their crushes on boys or when they’d talk about first kisses.
“Mom..” you spoke shakily a hand raised and before you knew it that same hand smacked you. Leaving behind a sharp sting. Her eyes were watering as if she were the one in pain.
“We won’t have you in our house with these disgusting thoughts.”
She tossed the book at you and went back inside her husband following. You sniffled calmly picking up your clothes and throwing them in your suitcase.
“Mija que esta sucediendo?”
“Espera mama.”
Platform boots came into your line of vision and you found yourself looking up into the brown eyes of your classmate.
Camila Montes was notorious for her explosive attitude.
She’d sent a boy to the hospital just because he was staring at her on her first day.
To see her standing before you at the moment worried you. According to most that knew her, (not any friends she didn’t do friends) she was a “cold hearted bitch”.
“You good?”
You gulp trying to fight back more tears as you nod beginning to scramble quickly when you hear another noise come from your home. No, not your home anymore your mother and father made sure the whole neighborhood knew this.
Camilas dark eyes glanced to the house, her car and then you. Her mother watching with interest as she knew her daughter had a tendency to keep to herself. She felt a smile form when she watched as the teenager helped pick up your clothes.
“What happened?” Her voice was gruff as if she were trying not to yell.
“I uh..” you took a deep breath. “I just got kicked out of my house.”
The girls eyebrows furrowed she knew better than to ask anything else, everyone had seen exactly what happened. She picked up the suitcase and tilted her head towards her car.
“Come on.” You stood quickly confused as she took your suitcase to her car placing it in the back seat. You sat down quietly as the older woman began to speak.
“Quien es?”
“Y/n mami”
Camilas eyes shift to yours through the rear view mirror. You sat quietly confused as to why she was telling your mother your name and how she knew it.
“Ella necesita un lugar para quedarse”
Before you knew it, you were bought to a small house Camila going around to assist her mother. You stood by the car unsure of what to do making the girl roll her eyes.
“Come on I already have my hands full, I don’t have time to hold yours.”
You follow and help her get her mom sat down on the sofa in the living room.
“Gracias Nina linda.” She patted your cheek eyes closing as she went to put her head back and rest a moment.
“She said thank you pretty girl.”
You jump forgetting she was there with you.
“You can put your stuff in my room, and sleep on the futon,” she turned abruptly looking up to you slightly finger raised.
“But don’t touch my shit you’re not special.”
You nod following and placing your suitcase to the side. You went to take a shower.
Camila waited until she was sure you were in the bathroom to snoop through your wallet she’d opened it to find your ID, a few bills, and a small picture of an older woman with a young girl sitting on her lap. She looked closer at the date squinting before she looked at her phone.
When she heard the shower shut off she put everything back where it was and went to tend to her mother.
“Mami?” Her mom snored from her spot making the girl smile a bit, she kissed her forehead placing the blanket over her.
After you showered and gotten dressed you followed the path to the kitchen smelling food. You were surprised to find Camila standing by a few containers of food and a small box.
“They didn’t have a lot of options since it’s late but..” painted nails pulled back the lid and revealed a small cake. You looked to the girl surprised.
“How did you-“ She scoffed.
“You’re seriously gonna ask questions right now?” You gulp nodding and sit down the both of you eating in comfortable silence. Camilas mom walking in with a cane.
“Mami-“ the older woman cut her off with a wave of her hand before she lit a candle and placed it on the cake as she began to sing
“Cumpleanos Feliz”
.
.
You’d been at Camilas for a few months. Her mother adored you and was determined to teach you Spanish, Camila herself was a lot nicer than she was at school. Still stoic most times but she was helpful and considerate without thought. She had gotten you a job at the bodega and helped make the futon more comfortable, it almost felt like home.
Her mother would sometimes speak a lot faster in Spanish whenever Camila was around smirking each time her daughter would dismiss her or change the subject.
“What Camila it’s true are you really going to defend that Fag-“ the sound of a body being slammed to the lockers.
“If I were you I’d shut the fuck up.” You ran to see a crowd forming in the hallway, Camila holding your old “friend” Gabby against the locker. You cautiously walked up placing a hand on Camilas shoulder.
“Camila come on I don’t want you to get in trouble.” The other girl laughed.
“Is that why you’re defending her?” She turned her head to you. “News flash Camilas just a hopped up slut who’ll-“
Everyone gasped at the sound of a punch being landed but it wasn’t Camilas hand it was your.
“Oh shit.” You whimpered shaking your hand. You didn’t mean to punch her but you didn’t like how she was talking to Camila, she wasn’t a slut she was nice and took you in when you needed help without question.
You were in the nurses office getting your hand wrapped as Camila sat nearby. Luckily Gabby was also 18 and there were witnesses that stated she instigated the fight, the principal decided detention after school would be the best punishment for you.
Camila stood up to look at your hand. Her dark eye liner making her brown eyes even deeper somehow.
“I could’ve handled it.”
You shrug.
“You’re not a slut, even if you sleep with everyone in town that’s your business.”
“I haven’t, that rumor started because I was stupid enough to sleep with ONE guy after I broke up with my girlfriend.” You nod.
“Kind of makes me feel better not liking men.” You joke weakly. The girl smiles slightly at you nudging your shoulder.
“I’ll see you later yeah?”
You got back to Camilas late, her mom on the couch watching some new telenovela.
Camila already filled her in that you’d be late.
“Tu comida esta en la estufa.”
“Gracias senora Montes.” She smiled happy you were learning but quickly frowned.
“Solo llamame mama o mami por favor.” Your eyebrows furrowed you knew parts of what she said but not all of it.
“SHE SAID CALL HER MAMI OR MAMA!” You nod.
“Mama.” She smiles patting your cheek and shooing you to the kitchen.
Camila sat at the table eating a plate already ready in front of her.
“Thank you.” You said softly sitting across from her.
“QUE?!” Her mom yelled. You both laugh.
“Gracias Camila.” Her mom cheered going back to her show as the two of you ate in silence.
It was late for some reason and you couldn’t sleep.
And apparently neither could Camila.
“Y/n?” She whispered.
“Yeah?” A soft hand grabbed yours making you sit up as you were dragged to her room.
She shut the door behind you gesturing towards her bed.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” She shook her head one of her hands inching towards yours.
Your eyes scanned her head to toe. Her usual make up gone nothing but freckles and fair skin covered by a giant t-shirt.
Her hand slowly made its way to your shoulder making you shiver.
Dark eyes searched yours before leaning in.
“GET DOWN!”
“Y/N!” There was glass everywhere a sharp sensation on the back of your skull.
“Y/N!” You struggled against the strong body against you as you watched Camila kick and scream. Her mothers voice also ringing out in the distance.
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“So I either go to the nursing home or go to jail for being an accomplice to an accomplice to an “illegal” immigrant?”
You tilted your head at the lawyer who hummed.
“I know it’s hard but if you cooperate you’ll free not only Camila but her mother as well.” You bit your lip looking at the pamphlet. You owed them everything, working with the elderly was the least you could do.
“Ok I’ll do it.”
After a series of questions and a long drive in a school bus, you’d finally made it to the nursing home. Next to you a curly haired girl with glasses.
“I’m Lily.” She whispered.
“Y/n.” You whispered back offering a small smile, it dropping as a man in the corner looks to you intently. “Is it just me or is that guy staring?”
Lily subtly looks around the room before her eyes land on James. “No girl he’s staring at you real hard, be careful.”
You nod.
It feels almost like prison with how the cycle works. You eat, work, sleep and repeat. For some reason you’re the only one who can remember going to bed and what day it is. The other three besides Lily really don’t talk much. James seems to be nice though always having you help with simpler tasks and even bringing you things that only the staff have access to.
You try to take comfort in seeing some kindness here but you find yourself constantly missing a certain brunette wondering if she’s ok and if she was going to do what you thought she was that night in her room. You look to see Lily being taken somewhere and go to follow only to be stopped once again by James.
“You should get back to the garden, the new groups coming in and we need the hall cleared for the tour.” You nod as he puts his arm around your shoulder leading you away.
Camila steps off the bus and into the building eyes scowling at everything in sight until they widen at the sight of familiar hair.
“Y/n?” She goes to walk towards you but is quickly stopped by another guard. He points back to the group and moves them further into the hall.
It’s when you get to the garden and look around you see none of your group with you. Shyly you ask James if he knew anything of this but the man just redirects your attention to another task at hand. It’s when his walkie talkie goes off that there’s an issue in the cafeteria that runs him off. You looked down seeing a flash of silver smiling, you make sure no one notices by pretending to tie your shoe.
It’s late, it smells weird and Camilas pretty sure some of the old people next door are getting freaky either that or dying, she rolls her eyes to herself. She can’t sleep as she thinks of you and her mother, praying you’re both safe. The group she came with, misfits at best, weren’t horrible. Micah seemed decent she supposed, JP obviously having the biggest hard on for her, Chris was a pussy and Big Mac was just an idiot, an entertaining idiot but still an idiot.
A quiet knock shook her from her thoughts and she almost stayed in her bed until she heard it again. She got up to toeing to the door swinging it open.
“Y/n?” A small smile makes it way to your face as you look at her in the shorts and tank top provided by the facility.
“Cam-“ your relief was short lived as your dragged into the room. You’re pulled into the room abruptly by the collar of your shirt.
“What are you doing here?” You both ask at the same time.
You laugh softly. “They told me if I cooperated that they’d let you and your mom go.”
She scowled crossing her arms. “They told me the same thing.��
“I’m glad you’re ok though.” The shorter girls eyes softened as she uncrossed her arms. “I was worried about you.”
Dark brown eyes continued to stare at you and you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.
“How’d you find me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I went knocking on every door down this hallway?” Camila continued to stare at you as you rubbed the back of your neck.
She stepped closer to you. “So you turned yourself in for a girl you met a few months ago, risked getting caught sneaking around to find her in the same place not knowing what might happen after?”
You flush a bit. “Well when you say it like that it sounds crazy.”
She deadpans. “It is.”
You laugh. Damn I missed her. A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality. Those same brown eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back again. Unconsciously, you both lean in, you dipping slightly to help her reach. Soft plush lips press to yours softly at first before they grow in intensity. Short black fingernails dig into your shoulders as you place yours around her waist, hands grazing the exposed skin eliciting a soft moan. You feel yourself stumble as you’re pulled more towards the bed, Camilas hand reaching back until she feels the soft surface.
She turns pushing you on the bed aggressively. The mattress spring making you bounce a bit. She wastes no time climbing on your lap as you sit up, hands greedy to feel more of her as they travel up her back. Hers tugging your hair as your lips slide against one another. It’s when her tongue licks your lips begging for entry that your breath hitches. You both groan when there’s another knock on her door she signals for you to stay as she goes to answer.
JP stands at the door smile on his face as he wiggles his keys.
“Employee swim?”
Camila tilts her head. “Didn’t take you for the bad boy type…” she pauses “I wonder why or should I say who?” She quirks an eyebrow.
The boy sputters.
“I’m just kidding bro, I get it. She’s hot if she were into girls I’d hit that.”
You felt yourself slowly start to stand up. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea you winced.
“Then again maybe I could change her mind.”
Definitely a bad idea. You look around to see if there’s another way out of her room but sigh when you see it’s only the door you sit at the desk and wait.
You hear more laughter before the door closes. You stand as Camila makes her way back to the bed.
“So where-“
“I think I should go.” Her eyebrows furrow.
“Wait what I thought-“ You quickly make your way to the door.
“Yeah I’m tired anyway but it was good seeing you.” The door slams shut making Camila huff.
What the fuck just happened?
As you make your way back you see Micah following JP and Big Mac to the pool. Your eyes widen as you realize you haven’t seen your group in a week and Micah is the last person you spoke with. You quickly turn back to Camilas room knocking urgently. She opens the door glaring.
“What? You gonna throw mixed signals again?”
“Shut up and listen. Everyone in my groups disappeared, everyone except me and Micah.”
“…Micah came with us.”
“Exactly somethings wrong here, Lily and I would stay close but one day she asked a question and I just haven’t seen her. I thought maybe they were just keeping us separate but-“
“Y/N! Relax it’s an old folks home you’re just being paranoid what if Micah has family too and they just look alike?”
“With the same name?”
The girl shrugs. “I think you’re looking too deep into it.”
You scoff. “Fuck it, good luck with the white girl I hope you get to “hit that”.”
You slam the door once more putting the keys in your drawer after getting to your room the ankle bracelet secured the minute you crossed the threshold.
Camila lays down agitated. At you, at this place, and especially at JP for interrupting. All because he wanted to impress Micah.
It’s in the garden when they find a mark on Camilas neck.
“What’s that?”
“Hey watch it creep!” JP rolls his eyes before Big Mac helps.
“There’s something on your neck girl.”
“Something weirds going on.” JP catches sight of something familiar.
“Hey Greta, you know my sister loved making those too..” the woman begins to freak out making James and another staff member step in pushing aside JP who clutches the forgotten cootie catcher between his fingers. Big Mac appearing next to him.
“Yeah definitely something weird.”
Camila looks around the garden, the pool, and the cafeteria before she finds you in the common area helping someone play bingo.
“Y/N!” You spin to her in surprise eyes going over her to make sure she’s ok before going back to the task at hand.
“What camila?” She sits next to you attempting to control her breathing.
“You we’re right somethings going on and-“
“Great I was right!” You smile sarcastically. “You can go now.” The girl stares at you incredulous.
“We have to get out of here-“ she whispers urgently.
“So now you want to listen to me.” You scoff. “Look Camila I did this for you and your mom I can’t go, I have nowhere else I belong.”
You lower your voice to whisper. “The ankle monitor key is in my drawer room 10. Take it and run.”
You sit back up with a smile and return to stamping bingo slots for the man next to you.
Camila stared for a moment. “Y/n-“
James appeared next to placing a strong hand on your shoulder.
“Everything ok here y/n?” You nod and smile politely.
“Yeah James I was just telling Camila they could use more hands in the cafeteria.” He smiles back at you before sneering at Camila.
“Well?” She gets up huffing.
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A weird bird sound hits your ears before a big man drops from the ceiling.
“You y/n?”
You nod eyes widening as he shows the key you only told Camila about. “Camila said I can only trust you.”
“Where is she?” You sit up.
“I cant find her or JP.”
“Ok we need a plan.”
“Right. But first things first….you single?”
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James laid unconscious on the floor by your feet as you snuck further into a testing lab. A quiet whisper yell filling the room.
“Camila?”
“Camila!” A small groan responds you find her strapped to a bed next to the nice elderly woman Greta. The longer you’d stare at her the more familiar she’d look.
“Y/n?” You turned back to the small girl clutching her had and looking over her features they hadn’t gotten to her yet. You tugged off the restraints as she went to help the girl.
“Lily you have to wake up.”
Lily? You looked again feeling your eyes widen, the boy was her brother JP. You almost smacked your forehead not realizing you should’ve made the connection sooner.
“What a shame.” James limped towards you. “I really did like you Y/n, we still have a chance to make this right between us.”
You yelled running towards him trying to tackle him he hit you in the back making you fall to the floor in a heap. He went to inject you with a needle when Camila jumped on his back. Lily in a wheelchair looking for a nearby weapon. She tossed you a bed pan as you got back up. James throwing Camila off him, when he turned you smacked him across the face with the metal.
“We gotta go.”
The doors opened revealing Big Mac and a giant group of old people.
“LETS GO!”
You, Lily and Camila went to find JP and Big Mac distracted the guards and find an exit. You all stopped when you’d seen him tied to a chair being circled by Micah and Eddie (the founder of the nursing home). Around you were meat grinders and body bags, you felt yourself grow nauseous as you realized what was actually being put into the meat.
“And this is why I’m a vegan.” You gave a dirty glare to Camila as you tried to find a way to help JP. She shook her head at herself. “You stay with Lily I’ll help JP.”
“No!”
“Yes.”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“No”
“Yes! FUCK Camila why can’t you just-“
Soft lips pushed into yours once more before the girl took off towards Eddie, you followed after when you saw Micah reaching for her. Lily slowly rolling to get JPs ropes loose.
Eddie had tossed Camila aside breaking your concentration. Micah took advantage and tased you. She knelt by you a small sadistic smirk on her face.
“You were right Camila is cute too bad you won’t live to ask her out.”
A body slammed into her pushing her onto the meat grinder. As she went to get up her hair got caught on the belt.
“EDDIE!” The man in question was in no better predicament. Lily not only released her brother but a pent up Chris who was sitting in a cage ready to be the next burger for Dennys. Chris slammed himself and Eddie onto the belt wrapping his legs around him and holding him still as he ripped out his throat. The sound of the trios bones and flesh permeating the factory.
You walked over to Camila who was grabbing her side.
“You good?” The angry teen gave you a grin as she pulled you into her for another kiss. it took a moment before you finally responded but once again got interrupted by JP.
“Not to cockblock but we should probably get out of the old people meat kitchen.”
You both nod exiting the facility and meeting up with Big Mac.
“MAMA WE MADE IT!”
You look down to Camila who shakes her head at him. You dip down to place a kiss in her cheek making the girl smile and look up at you.
“Let’s go home mi amor.”
“Oh shit y’all lesbians?”
#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#wlw post#camila montes#camila montes x reader#camila montes imagine#american carnage#camila montes x female reader
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@weirdbabs SURPRIIIIISE I'M YOUR PARANATURAL SECRET SANTA!!!!! MERRY HOLIDAY!!!
We've been peripherally mutualblogging about Disco Elysium for just over a month now, and it’s been really fun to both go through your tag and watch my notifications as you go through mine. Your ss info said you like Max and Dad Puckett, so for my gift I imitated them in the DE portrait style for you! I hope you like it. Happy holidays!!!!!!! 🎁🎁🎁 @paranaturalsecretsanta
FRITTTE CASHIER — A young boy, no older than 12, drags his eyes up at you from behind the counter. It is immediately obvious that there is nowhere in this world that he wants to be less. He holds an aluminium baseball bat at his side.
LOGIC [Challenging: Failure] — For robbers, definitely. Best not to mess with him.
SUGGESTION — .....Oh man. It looks *really* cool, though. Shiny too. Would probably feel great to swing. Totally *disco*. I’m just saying: you should ask him for it. Better yet — recruit him! He can be your *weilding sidekick*. Maybe he has some experience already? Ask him now!
1. "Good afternoon! Yet can any afternoon be *good* when caught in the cogs of capitalism........?"
2. [Suggestion - Godly 16] Convince the child to give you his bat and/or join you in the fray.
⚀ ⚀
CHECK FAILURE
SUGGESTION [Godly: Failure] — You march up to the Frittte counter and, with a comically exaggerated wink, promptly tell the child he seems like he’d make a really good *weird psychic*. That’s not what I said to ask him. It isn’t.
KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant stifles a snort behind his fist. He’s enjoying this- your ridiculous little slip-up.
FRITTTE CASHIER — The boy looks at you both, wordless. His eye twitches. “Very funny,” he drawls. “Who are you, the new Consortium agents? Did Isabel send you ahead of schedule to poke fun at the magnet powers guy? Yeah, well at least magnets are cooler than freaking flippi-”
INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] — Woah, woah, woah. This kid’s talking some *seriously supra-natural* stuff! “Consortium”? “Magnet powers”??? Whatever he’s talking about doesn’t just sound supra-natural, it almost sounds… *Para-natur—*
RECENTLY SINGLE FATHER OF TWO — “MAXIE-BOY! GRAB ZOEY AND HOOF IT TO THE SAFE ROOM, THE RCM HAS FINALLY CAUGHT ON TO MY YEARS OF MONEY LAUNDERING!”
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Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶
I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.
canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk
Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party
You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth
Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you
at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not
then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.
Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign
you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back
and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you
she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph
and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.
so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons
it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around
falls in love w your love for your country
despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people
you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly
you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.
yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.
BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm
anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.
modern au hehe
met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch
she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff
YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could
even gave her a tour of the campus
showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food
you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself
definitely stuck by your side since then
you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks
definitely a gamer
you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)
loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship
you definitely treat her to various street foods
mizu : what's this
you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls
mizu: neon balls????
showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later
knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)
knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.
basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme
you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)
she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?
mizu: ha
you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF
mizu: ahhh my bad haha
walks u to class teehee
hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there
momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot
MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG
revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.
you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase
EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)
unintentionally matching
loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)
holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf
pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney
memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination
loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies
loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus
OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!
A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA
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Could I request q!quackity x reader where the reader likes giving him gifts?
Thank you for the request. And yes I can write about this. It isn’t the best but I hope you enjoy. Leave me some more idea oky that’s all bye
Fall in Love with You. (Q!quackity)
Thank you for 64 followers Song: Fall in Love with You.- Montell Fish
Quackity Masterlist
At the beginning of the island, everyone started to build their place and value. Value meaning diamonds, gold, netherite ingots, and many other things I can’t remember. But someone instead of finding them he likes to take them. Or if he is bored he would actually look for them. That was never the chance. I didn’t mind if he takes from me. Or anything mine. From Jaiden's perspective, I’m only allowing him to do it because of my feelings for him. Look he’s a nice guy and he’s cute. I mean I would date him. I just- I just never got to talk to him. So how can I like him if we never spoke to each other? Tonight I’m planning to change it. After everyone is off on an adventure with their egg. I’m going to leave a chest for him. Will I put who it’s from? No. It’s gonna be more of a secret admirer type thing.
The night came walking to his house with a torch in my hand. Hearing some friends by the school. If I wanted it to be kept a secret who was giving him the items. I would have to wait till they left the school. Stopping to have a quick chat. In minutes that passed, the kids were getting tired. They started to teleport home. Continue my walk, lighting up some of the darkness. Making it up the stairs seeing no one inside. Quickly making a chest from my backpack. Placing a few blocks from the door. Getting a few things to place inside. The items were 2 diamonds block, 6 iron blocks, 4 golden apples, 1 enchanted apple, and 1 blue backpack for him. Finding a book with writing inside as I place it inside the chest. With that, you left hoping he would like it. Was I scared to put my name? yes.
Next day, planning to visit Jadien to tell them what I did the next day. When visiting Jaiden they told Roier and Bobby about my crush on quackity. So now I had to tell all three of them about the gift I have left for quackity. ‘Well did you at least put your name saying you gave it to him,’ Jaiden asked. With me shaking my head then looked to the side to see quackity coming over with the backpack that I gave him. Exchanging a quick hello with us. ‘¿Roier Has estado en mi casa últimamente?’ Quackity started to question as I glanced at my phone seeing the translation pop up, ‘Roier have you been to my house lately?’ Jaiden bumped my shoulder, for me to tell him how I was there last night, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him yet. Looking over to Jadien shaking my head for a no. ‘Porque qué pasa?’ Roier replied, why what happened? He looked at me then at quackity. ‘Bueno, estoy tratando de averiguar quién visitó mi casa y me dejó un regalo para poder agradecerles.’ ‘Well, I'm trying to find out who visited my house and left me a gift so I can thank them.’ Quackity stares at him and then at me as I give a smile. Replying with a smile. I started to slip away from the conversation between them.
Many nights after that day, my gifts kept on going rearranging anything. From small conversations, he had with others. His stuff getting lost. Upgrading tool with enchants. He still hasn’t found out who was giving these things as a thank you. He never asked me. Honestly don’t blame him we only exchange heys. Every time, I went to leave more gifts, he never broke the chest. Always leave it in the same spot. It was a small gesture. It made me smile.
Tonight I was going back to his house while he was out drinking. Putting in some other gifts inside the chest. With enchanted tools, a stack of avocado toast, and another sign with the same words as yesterday. Noticing a light in the distance. Rushing to the stairs finding something to let me get invisible but I had nothing. So hiding on the side of the stairs. Hearing him opening his chest. Noticing a crack in the floor. Squat down looking up at him. He starts to look inside giving a smile. Putting something inside. Then he goes inside locking his doors. Standing up to start going to the chest grabbing a book with a flower.
Opening the door to my house. Finding my dog, rue, heading inside my room. Opening my back to bring out the dandelion and the sign book.
‘ So I know I don’t know who you are. But I do know you live around here. It isn’t much but I do know that. I’m writing this because I want to say thank you. I appreciate you giving me things. So as a thank you. I hope this dandelion fits you well. Hope to find you and thank you in person. -Quackity’
Closing the book, it made me blush. Heading at the window facing where he lives. Smiling like an idiot in love with someone not know me at all. I held the dandelion close to me. Heading to sleep right after with the dandelion in a pot near my bed.
What y/n, didn’t know was that. When they were looking quackity was waiting for the person to grab the flower and book. He saw you. He never guess it was Yn but then again they would be the last person quackity thought would leave him a gift. He later on his back having the memory of them. Turning to the side to see the first book they left. ‘Hope you enjoy your gift. -secret admirer <3’ Reading it once more smiling at him.
#x y/n#twitchstreamer#fanfic#mcyt x y/n#mcyt fanfiction#quackityhq#Qsmp#quackity x y/n#quackity x reader#q!quackity#q!quackity x reader#quackity#alex quackity#qsmp quackity#qsmp headcanons#qsmp fanfiction
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maybe reader teaching gavi how to play minecraft instead or sm
headcanons: gavi playing minecraft
author's note: this is the first hc i post, but i had this req from so long ago and I didn't want to continue postponing it 🥹 hope you like it!!!
gavi's not someone to really enjoy flights
this one isn't even that long -but yeah, he's still unhappy about it
he doesn't tend to carry many thing with him, just his phone sometimes
the absolute opposite to you: you've got a physical copy of a book, the latest episodes of the serie you've been binge watching for the past week, and a playlist full of music
you're not in the mood for any of it though
instead, you turn on your notebook and find the minecraft icon
"¿qué es eso?" asks pablo by your side
he looks a little confused like ????
"¿a qué te referis? ¿nunca jugaste minecraft, pablo?" (what do you mean? you've never played minecraft, pablo?)
he shrugs like you've just asked the most ridiculous question
"¿qué hacías en 2014? (what were you doing in 2014?) you ask jokingly
you remember playing it nonstop when you came back from school
it was everything your classmates ever talked about so you didn't have a choice but to join them to see what was so interesting about it
safe to say you started getting obsessed too
"probablemente jugando fútbol" (probably watching football) pablo said nonchalantly before tilting your notebook so he could see what you were doing
you started playing under his attentive stare
explained the basics
"estoy cortando madera de los árboles, para hacer una casa" (i'm cutting wood from the trees, so i can make a house)
he'd start to pay more attention by then, suggesting where it's best to start building the house and stuff
"¿no sería mejor hacerla cerca del agua?" (wouldn't it be best to place it near water?)
"sí, pero también necesitas carbón y otros metales que están en las minas" (yeah, but you also need coal and other metals that are on the mines)
pablo's face would FALL when you tell him that you have to kill a sheep to make the bed
"¿no hay otra manera?" (isn't there another way?)
also, you turned the monster option off bc you get scared by the little archer one (what's his name????) and he LAUGHS in your face
"ok, juega tú entonces" (ok, you play then) and turn the little option on
safe to say he's dead in less than 1 minute
"¿viste cómo explotó? no es justo" (did you see how it exploded? it isn't fair)
the flight wasn't that long so you arrive at your destination before you expected
"¿podemos jugar otra vez algún día?" (can we play it again someday?)
"si gustas, pablo, seguro" (if you'd like, pablo, sure)
#football imagine#football headcanon#football x reader#football x you#pablo gavi imagine#pablo gavi x you#gavi imagine#gavi headcanons#gavi x you#gavi x reader
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Meet my OC Spider-Weaver (Spider-Woman, Earth 50513)
For the next few paras I’m gonna rant abt my spidersona :D this might not make any sense at all bc I’m just rambling at this point but here we go anyway! (a small warning, this is going to be a LONG post)
All images are from Pinterest!
TW: Mentions of death, some queerphobia/homophobia (judgemental aunties suck)
Name: Nikita Raina (pronounced Rhi-na like rhino but with an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘o’) (yes she’s South-Indian and yes this is me projecting)
Alias: Spider-Weaver*
Basic stuff to know:
-She’s loosely based off of a golden silk orb-weaver spider! I’m not going to attach an image but if you don’t mind staring at spiders then I suggest you look them up, they’re actually really pretty!!
-She’s been learning ballet since she was 3, picked up gymnastics for 2 or 3 years and then quit
-South-Indian
-Complete empath
-INCREDIBLE at knitting/crocheting/macramé knotting - basically anything involving thread + working with your hands. She literally works magic with yarn. She crocheted matching gloves for all of the Spiderteens one day after finding out that Hobie’s universe is COLD and his fingers are COLD and if she’s going to be holding his hand when it’s like that then she’ll freeze
Fighting Style:
Her fighting style is more aerobic and dynamic than the regular Spider-Man swings; she incorporates jetés and leaps from ballet into it while also using mid-air somersaults and other high-speed flips she picked up from gymnastics. She also teaches herself kalari adimurai (a South-Indian martial art similar to kalaripayittu) later on so she uses a few moves from that as well.
*The reason behind her alias being Spider-Weaver is that her web style has more of a lacy crochet feel to it than a regular spiderweb. This is what one of her webs would look like:
Her webs are bionic and on her web shooters she has built-in settings for the thickness and stretchiness of the crochet web. For example:
She can also switch up the style of her webs depending on how she feels yk? Like if she’s not vibing with any of the more plain ones she can switch to ✨ fancier ✨ stitches like
Arcade Stitch:
Lacy Stitches:
Fan Trellis Stitch:
And lots more. She’s basically got almost all crochet stitches as different settings on her web shooters. An added bonus is that they’re not only unique and quite pretty, but they’re also stronger and more durable than the average single-thread (unwoven) webs.
Backstory:
(canon events will be in red)
-She was bitten at 13. Her older brother (he’s 20, they have a 7 year gap) Ravi figured out something was wrong fairly early but she played it off as nothing, put his worries to rest and found her way as Spider-Woman on her own
-She was best friends with her universe’s Gwen Stacy since they were in kindergarten. She started freaking out few years into their friendship (they’re in middle school now) once they had become basically inseparable because she started feeling giddy and bubbly and getting butterflies around Gwen.
-Poor girl was basically terrified because her aunties (mostly her mother’s sisters) would constantly pressurise her by asking her if she had her sights set on a boy yet or discussing how her marriage to a boy would go once she was older - those prodding conversations and speculations only reinforced her fears that she wouldn’t be accepted and instead would be frowned upon if she told her family that she had a crush on a girl. So she became more withdrawn and distanced herself a little, so as to not to lose the favour of her family.
-Nikita is 14 at this point
-One day she accidentally told Ravi and she went quiet, expecting him to shame her or mock her but instead he just hugged her and told her he loved her no matter what, and guess what,, he’s queer (pan) too :D
-Fast forward to a few weeks later after an almost-death scare as Spider-Woman fighting her dimension’s Vulture (she slipped up, miscalculated a leap and almost got herself killed) she finally worked up the courage to tell Gwen because it seems like she returns her feelings too! So she goes up to her and they hug and they’re talking and she’s about to confess- But noooo
-Green Goblin attacks in the middle of the school day, during a student art & drama exhibition thing (the parents are all there) and hahaha guess what Gwen’s right in the middle of it
-So Green Goblin basically splits the school building in two and she’s on the terrace and she falls down almost 15 feet because the whole thing’s cracked and Nikita doesn’t have enough time to swing to reach her since there are so many people and she’s on the far, far side and-
-Gwen hits the ground at full force. Niki gets there just in time for her last breath and it’s a little bit like the Gwen-Peter 65 scene from ATSV (Niki’s Gwen slowly figured out that she’s Spider-Woman, she just didn’t say anything) yeah I might write out this scene sometime idk
-She manages to deal with Green Goblin for the moment but she loses her dad in the chaos too (basically instead of losing her uncle she lost her dad)
-So she lost her best friend and her father in one go
-She closes herself off and withdraws completely into herself and distances herself from everybody (except Ravi),, & starts going to ballet more to take her mind off things and to get lost in ballet, with the graceful, controlled movements so she doesn’t have to think of how everything’s gone wrong
-During the mourning period she and Ravi grow closer; they both start leaning more on each other and are able to tell each other anything
-Ravi has also started training to be a cop at this point
-Her relationship with her mother grows slightly strained and shaky the older she gets, because of how closed off she’s become
-Fast forward to when Nikita is 16 and a half and the Vulture attacks particularly viciously one day, right on the bridge (the Brooklyn Bridge variant in her universe)
-Her brother (who is now a police captain, despite being a little young) is in the middle of the maelstrom of cars being flung and buildings at the end collapsing. He - a police captain close to Spider-Woman - dies saving a child from falling rubble.
-That does a number on Nikita mentally and she just. Shuts herself down in terms of feeling emotion for a bit
-Like she just goes numb, like she’s in denial about how many people she’s lost in such a short time
-Terrified to make friends or get attached because her losing someone she cares about deeply seems to be a recurring pattern
-The only one she has left is her mom, and she’s grown really distant from her
-Little bit irrelevant but she takes up psychology. She studies how the emotional part of brain works, studies some basic therapy and other think-y stuff like that, and some of her Spider-Woman ‘jabs’ (not really but I can’t think of a word for them rn) are things like “did something formative happen to you as a child? yeah I thought I sensed some childhood trauma, would you like to talk about it?” And stuff like that (she’s pretty genuine about it too, if they start talking instead of just attacking her then she will sit down with a mug of chai and just listen to them rant)
-Anyway fast forward to a year and a half later when she’s 18
-Jessica Drew ends up following an anomaly she’s been tracking into Nikita’s dimension, the anomaly manages to get the upper hand on her and has almost overpowered her when Nikita finally swings in (probably during/right after a psychology exam too) and uses the element of surprise + her speed to get the upper hand on the anomaly and web it up
-She was recruited into the Spider-Society by Jess after she saw how capable and quick-thinking Niki could be. She saw her as someone who could be a useful asset to the society.
-It’s there where she met Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, Margo, Miguel and Peter B. + a few other spiders she became friends with (I’ll expand on their relationships in a different post)
Suit design:
(I will be drawing this out properly sometime soon, don’t worry!! Feel free to skip this part if you think it’s too complicated ^^ I really have no idea how to describe it in a simpler way lmao)
-mainly shades of gold, black highlights
-on her arms there are black “cuff” markings like a golden silk spider’s legs
-on her wrists she has black bangles (more like cuffs bc they fit around her wrists, they aren’t loose & dangly)
-wears black fingerless sleeves, they look a little bit like Gwen’s but they have black splotches (a little bit like spray paint blobs) instead of spiderwebs
-has a black spider on the front of the suit
-wears a necklace! it’s colourful and has some mismatched colourful beads on a chord and two pendants in the centre, one pendant is a paint-splashed red electric guitar, the other pendant is one of Hobie’s rings
-wears black ballet pointe shoes
-the eye outline is black, the ‘eye’ inside is pastel golden
-black 🕸️ patterns on the side of both of her shoulders (like painted pauldrons)
Abilities:
-Along with the super-strength, super-speed and accelerated healing of the average Spider-Person, she can sense emotions and thoughts.
Not mind-reading exactly but if she focuses hard enough she can sense whatever emotion is radiating out of that particular person’s mind (she used to get very overwhelmed in middle school bc of the sheer amount of envy and insecurity and other emotions in raging hormonal teenagers’ brains and somehow studying psychology helped her figure out how to tune it out a little bit, since every time she can sense too much of intense emotions it’s like constantly blowing a dog whistle around a dog,, and she also gets horrible migraines and headaches from it)
She can even read thoughts if the emotion associated with it is strong enough.
An added ability that stems from being able to sense emotions and thoughts (to some degree) is that she can sometimes predict the moves that an enemy might make before they actually make them. It’s not 100% accurate every time but it’s still pretty useful
I’ll write out her relationships (everyone already knows that Hobie’s no. 1 on that list lmao) and the world descriptions later, but for now here’s the character that’s been living in my head since I saw ATSV :D
Oh also she’s besties with @hobiebrownismygod ’s sona Maitreyi :D desis gotta stick together yk (putting this here so I don’t forget to mention it in the relationships post ^^)
#⋆·˚ 🕷️🌟 ༘ * — 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧-𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧!#it’s 1am#and i have to be up by 6 tmrw#whoopsies#not proofread at all btw#atsv#across the spiderverse#spidersona#spiderman oc#atsv oc#atsv original character#spider oc#oc x canon#hobie brown x oc#<- implied#nikita raina
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i’m such an angst girlie can we pls have some d word angst? x
maybe like in the early stages of their relationship before they r officially together and he kinda freaks out over being older than her and ends up upsetting her? not a problem if you’re not into writing like that x
yeah!! like as much as matty's a confident guy, the age thing is actually kinda a hindrance for him at the start - even though he likes you SO much and he knows you like him too and you're both adults and whatnot, he doesn't want to hold you back at all in any aspect of life. he freaks out when he sees a pic of you and some of your friends on a night out, not because he's jealous, but because you look so carefree and happy and just like you've got your whole life ahead of you (not that he can't relate to any of that. he's just high and hitting a para ok) and that he's going to put a damper on that by being older and maybe a little less energetic and more likely to settle down than go crazy in a club until 4am (like i said, he's high and in his feels). the next day, even sober, matty can't really shake the feeling that he's too old to make you truly happy, and i think he panic ghosts you a lil - you text him like "hi, are you busy? i was gonna call for a catch-up but idk what you're up to today and i don't wanna bother you. no worries if not, just lmk pls. maybe we can arrange going for coffee tomorrow x" and he just opens it and ignores it, out of some fear that by replying he'll lead you on. and he doesn't wanna end your little burgeoning romance over text, because he's not a dick, so the safest thing to do is just... ignore. idiot that he is, though, matty forgets to turn read receipts off, so you can see that he reads every follow-up text you send sparingly the rest of the day ("assuming ur probs busy. no worries! are you alright though? X"; "i've not done anything to upset you, have i? just that you keep opening my messages and pieing them x"; "i take it you can't/don't wanna talk today. i'll just leave you be, then. sorry for bothering you"). it makes him feel like shit, but he figures it's probably for the better. does he sleep at all that weekend? no he doesn't. and neither do you.
monday rolls around. matty gets to the office early in the hopes that he can catch you for a chat before you start work - it'll hurt, but it's best to get it out of the way. but you had the same idea; when he walks in, you're at your desk blinking sleep from your eyes, laptop open to your emails. you don't say anything but a curt "hi", which matty reciprocates softly, and the two of you sit in silence at your desks for a bit before you say "are you ok? found it a bit weird that you didn't reply to me the whole weekend. wondered if something was the matter with you". matty's like "yeah i'm fine. and i'm sorry for that. it's just... your pictures from your night out", and you're immediately on the defensive like "what? my pictures? why? were you pissed off at me going out, jealous? that's a bit shit" - matty's like "no, no, the opposite. i think it's good you went out, it just made me think of some things", and you look at him questioningly so he continues like "it just made me question if i'm good for you or not. like, you're young and cool and free and shit, and i'm kinda past that stage. and i don't think it's fair for me to hold you back from enjoying yourself and going out and pulling all-nighters, simply because i don't really wanna do stuff like that anymore". there's more silence for a minute, and then you speak up really quietly like "you're dumping me?", and matty's heart breaks, but he's like "i think it's for the best" - you're like "but i thought you liked me", and he's like "i do like you, darling, i really do. but i can't in good conscience limit you at all because of that, it's too selfish", and you get a bit angry like "no, matty, what's selfish is you not even bothering to ask me what i actually DO want instead of just assuming it. i don't give a FUCK about going out clubbing! i only went on friday to celebrate my friend's birthday, and quite frankly i'd have rather been in my flat having dinner with you like we did last week".
that's a total curveball for matty; he's like "you'd have rather... stayed in... on a friday night in london... with me?", and you're like "YES, you idiot, because YOU'RE what i want. i don't give a shit about the age gap - i like you, more than i've ever liked anyone else before, probably. and if i didn't or don't want to do anything you want to to, i'd tell you right away. but that hasn't happened yet, not once". matty's sitting there in total shock, just looking at you, so you keep talking like "look, if the age gap really is an issue for you, then i understand. but i really don't think i could go back to being just friends, matty, i really couldn't"; matty exhales and admits "neither could i", and your face just lights up like "really?", and he nods. and then matty stands up and walks over to you, then kneels in front of you so you're slightly above him and says "i'm so sorry for just assuming what you wanted instead of asking, sweetheart, i really am. can we have dinner together tonight as an apology, and we can just keep going as we were before i fucked up?" - you hug him like "we can have dinner, and we can try. but you better not do that to me again, healy, i swear to god. i might be a baby compared to you, but my communication skills have passed the gaga stage, trust me". you're laughing as you say the last bit, which makes matty feel a lot better; he rolls his eyes like "you're never going to let me live this down, are you? well, it's a good thing i still think you're the most attractive woman on the planet even when you're taking the piss out of me", and you're sarcastic like "god, stop flirting with me!", and matty's like "never. anyway, my place after work sound alright?". and you're like "sounds perfect. can you make that pasta we had a couple of weeks ago? it was amazing", and matty's like "whatever you want, darling, you'll get" <3
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Hey can i get a nct127 headcanon
They dating a latina reader? Thanks🩷 if you want to do it in spanish or English it’s fine
╰┈➤ nct (127) dating a latina !
dating a latina + extra facts (0.8k words)
pairing ; every member x fem latina!reader
warnings ; fluff , silly stuff , pet names (theyre from doyoung and jaehyun) ,
Taeyong - At first, he was scared to meet your parents, but they absolutely love him. He’s a bit shy, but that doesn’t stop Taeyong from helping out with your family. Whenever you visit your family, it’s either your mom or an aunt giving you a plate full of food and saying, “Oyes, esto es para tu novio. (Hey, this is for your boyfriend.)” Taeyong makes an effort to learn Spanish to the best of his ability. Maybe it isn’t the best, but he has a good understanding of it.
Extra: His favorite dish would be fresas con crema.
Taeil - One thing about Taeil is that he doesn’t play around when it comes to Sundays. Sometimes he’s up before you, singing his heart out to Selena or Luis Miguel. He would absolutely love the two singers. On a nice Saturday, he’ll ask your dad or an uncle to start grilling. The whole time he’s either with you or grilling with your tios, taking a few sips of a Modelo or Corona offered to him. Taeil absolutely devours carne asada with a semi-burnt tortilla.
Extra: A nickname he would have is “Bebé” because of his baby-like skin.
Johnny - You know when you have a crush on a sibling or cousin's partner? That’s the case for one of the teenagers in the family. It’s because of how charismatic Johnny is. Other than that, your tias love him and talk about all kinds of family chisme. Whenever he’s asked to put tortillas on the comal, he always manages to miss a tortilla or grab it when it’s too hot. He calls you his “beautiful Latina queen.”
Extra: Johnny probably loves your mom's food more than yours. You can’t even blame him for that.
Yuta - The little kids love hanging out with him! Whenever he’s over, you can always find Yuta playing soccer or messing around with the dogs. If you go to a family gathering without him, the kids ask where he is. Sometimes he’ll try to give the dog some tortilla, but he isn’t sneaky with it. Yuta’s favorite holiday is Christmas, especially with your family. Most of the time, he gets more gifts than the kids because everyone loves him. You’ll get a present or two, but he goes home with the best stuff ever!
Extra: Yuta sleeps with a wolf blanket.
Doyoung - Everyone loves Doyoung. He’s amazing at Spanish, can get along with every age group, and has such a nice charm. He abandons you for your tias. Whenever you try to talk to Doyoung, he’s in the middle of chismeando or is helping someone cook. When you two are talking with the señoras, it’s a conversation that lasts forever. That’s why you guys leave so late. He calls you things like “mi vida” or "cariño,” and it’s so heartwarming when it happens because he really does love you.
Extra: Your family might love him more than you.
Jaehyun - Unlike Doyoung, your family abandons their activities for him. They all swarm around Jaehyun and ask him all kinds of questions, as if they’ve never seen a man. They always ask him such weird things, like if he’s an alien or something. Also, unlike Doyoung, whenever he calls you “mi amor” or “mi reina," it’s honestly terrible because he’s not saying it in the accent, but it’s okay because it’s Jaehyun. He tries, and that’s what really matters. Honestly, he’d be a perfect vaquero boyfriend.
Extra: He once got on a horse but got flung off not long after.
Jungwoo - He loves hanging out with the guys in the family. Once Jungwoo is with them, expect him to not leave until it's too late. He always finds a way to impress your tios, whether it’s speaking Korean, Chinese (Mandarin, I believe), or even the little bit of Spanish he’s picked up. On game days, Jungwoo’s watching the game and might’ve bet some money as well. Whenever a holiday pops up, everyone already knows to serve bigger portions for him due to his appetite. He gets spoiled.
Extra: His grito is really good. Impressive, even.
Mark - The adults love him, but the children have a burning hatred for him. He’s getting showered with affection while not understanding what they’re saying at all, but he’s always getting stared down by the kids. The reason was because Mark took all the piñata candy. He doesn’t play around when it comes to piñatas. Mark also shows people his music and convinces them to stream it, but that doesn’t work.
Extra: When he’s traveling with you to a Latin country, he gets scammed by street vendors.
Haechan - Sometimes you can’t tell if your family is yours or Hyucks. They adore him and spoil him rotten. You get to eat a single plate? Your moms already gave Haechan three. It’s sick and twisted. He’s a prank puller, but everyone still loves him. Other than that, he’s a real family guy. Haechan loves being with you and your family, even if there’s a slight language barrier.
Extra: Once planted, place baby Jesus in your rosca slice to avoid making tamales himself.
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