#gabriella's ring is not cute
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current british royal ladies + engagement rings
#gabriella's ring is not cute#and apparently everyone else thinks so cause it's nigh impossible to find a high quality picture of it#brf#british royal family#the princess of wales#princess of wales#zara tindall#princess anne#princess beatrice#queen camilla#lady frederick windsor#lady gabriella windsor#the duchess of sussex#meghan markle#the duchess of edinbrugh
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playing house | single parent au: mechanic!miguel x teacher!reader
❛ pairing | mechanic!miguel x teacher!reader; single parents au
❛ type | oneshot, explicit
❛ summary | gabi's on a hunt to get a mami. miguel doesn't really need help with it. or, Miguel trades mechanic work for love.
❛ tags | explicit, mechanic!miguel, first grade teacher!reader, some mention of hurt, heavy themes of voyeurism (both ways), single parents, unhygienic sxconditions, Spanish not translated, very domestic fic, f!reader, protective miguel, very light mutual jealousy.
❛ request fulfilled | Miguel is a single dad, Reader is his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and he is both very obviously crushing on her and very reluctant to say it. Fortunately, his daughter isn't! "Did you know my papi likes you?" Cue flustered Miguel. + BROOOO mechanic!miguel is hot please tell
❛ sy's notes | flashback to that one time a car fell on my tio. 😅
The job was a simple part replacement. A fizzled-out chunk of metal that would cost any single mother more in labor and puff costs at any mechanic shop. But not with Miguel, who was known around the barrio for his begrudging care. He’d do any job Lyla brought to him for any madre around who needed him.
He wrung his hands out on his stained top and lifted his head out of the hood of an old but faithful car. After a click and a lock, he turned his eyes toward the dusty cover. Syncopated beats trill from a radio ring background static that he’s long since zoned out to focus on his work. He wiped his forehead and looked at the trampled grass underneath a cheap plastic pool.
“Gabriella, bring me the manguera,” he called out to his little girl, who looked at the hose in her little pool bobbing with poppy bright toys. The older she got, the worse her loneliness became. Not due to any ill-doing of Miguel who always tried his best to be present. For some reason, Miguel couldn’t bring himself to date in anything but short bursts.
“Papi, look across the street. New neighbors!” Gabriella cooed delightfully. She splashed out of the pool with the long emerald green hose in hand, bobbing over on her long skinny legs. “It’s a girl. A pretty girl! And she’s looking right at you!”
Like that was a new occurrence. Miguel turned his hand over his sun-bright daughter’s short, sodden braids that whipped just over her shoulder. She stood in place, bouncing delightfully over newcomers. There were many viejitos in the cul-de-sac, but not enough kids.
“¿Y qué, mi vida?” he asked her. His hand shipped free from her hair. “She’s probably taking in the barrio.”
“I think she is! You!”
He threw a glance over his shoulder only to find your prying eyes eating him up from across the street. You speak to a pair of movers-- but your eyes slipped away from theirs, where he stood with his little girl. The hose dumped water onto the street. Water that he’d usually be extra concerned about wasting. Today, he was more interested in a game.
His dirty white t-shirt is matted to his back, soaked in the sweat of the day. He gripped the bottom of his t-shirt on either side and tugged it over his head. It pulls on his well-corded arms, protesting its release from his body. Miguel slipped it over his shoulder and proceeded to release bits of sweat from his thick hair. An adorable gasp fell free from your lips, replaced by your hand over your lush lips, snapping back to attention.
“You’re right, Gabi.”
He took the sputtering hose from her and cracked a begrudging smile. Gabriella waved eagerly-- and to his surprise, you waved back. If it wasn’t the hot sun beating down your face, it was the embarrassment on your face. You settled the sunglasses on the cute crook of your nose. With that, Gabriella helps him wash the car until her most hated part, drying it with old towels and bits of Miguel’s ripped old shirts.
“Hola!”
“Coño,” Miguel cursed in surprise, turning around to face you. In your hand was a clear plastic bag stuffed full of the filled corn husks, warmth steamed its sides. Miguel glanced down at the bag in your comparatively soft hands, drawing his sweaty shirt over his cut muscles to wipe away the sweat that slicked his dusky skin.
“I brought you and your lindita tamales.”
“Tamales!” Gabriella cooed, her hands cradling a limonada. They made it together, like clockwork every Sunday. “I love tamales!”
“Don’t old neighbors bring new one’s food?” Miguel bit out, a bit annoyed. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate food, it would save him countless bright-ass early meals dragging himself out of bed to make Gabriella something with school right around the corner. He’s annoyed at that star-bright smile you have whipped across your face. It stirred excitement he thought he killed a long time ago. “Or are you just a show-off?”
“I teach first grade at the school across the street,” you ignored his snark and looked none the more bothered by it. There’s some magic in a woman that didn’t feed into his shit. You provided Miguel with a name that felt familiar to all the orientation packets he received just this week. “Ya tú sabes, umm, at Carillo’s.”
Of course.
“That’s where I go!” Gabriella beams. “I’m Gabriella O’Hara and I’m going to be in first grade, right papi? This is my papi. His name is Miguel.”
Damn it all. Miguel slaps his sweaty shirt on the top of the car. You kneel down, offering her up the tamales instead of Miguel. He blinks through his sudden irritation, realizing that he’s fucked now. Gabriella grabs the plastic bag, giggling delightfully over them.
“Then maybe you’ll be in my class, Miss O’Hara.”
When he checks her orientation paperwork-- there it is. He suddenly felt the pressure of the ordeal, of the pretty next-door neighbor who wore flowy dresses and apparently, loved muscles. His eye darted out to the window, the movers zipping off in a whir of color, leaving you just there, spinning around in the driveway of your new home, nearly too sun-bright.
Maybe it’s tied to being a father, but Miguel notices little things you do. Some are ineffectual. Others are dangerous. You leave your bedroom window wide open as you change. Miguel sat outside on Gabriella’s swing on his second cup of coffee for the day when he noticed it for the first time.
You come in from your shower and scurry about your room nearly naked. Then, cupping your breasts between your hands, you whirled around for a set of underwear. From this far, he can’t quite make out the color. It might be red. Not a poppy red, but a deep, soothing red he recognizes from his dead wife’s wardrobe.
He wasn’t sure why you wouldn’t just change in the bathroom, but in any case, it was… dangerous. Any freak walking by could see you changing. Mimi’s room had very well-used blinds and yours did not. He turns his attention back to the newspaper on his lap. Nueva York stalker confesses to stabbing murder in five-year-old cold case. He scrunched his nose at the news and drank a coffee that had long since gone cold.
Sometime later, your front door swung open. Mimi busted through, a little girl with long black twists and black eyes that held a similar excitement for the weekend. It was her papi time. Gabriella doesn’t have that luxury, two homes full of warmth. Just one, with a papi who loved her more than life itself. Miguel hopes it’s enough. He left his newspaper on the bench as you settled her in the car, making his jog across the street.
“You should buy blinds,” Miguel said the second you shut the door. You jumped, your hand on the locket on your chest.
“Ay dios, it’s just you. You shouldn’t walk up on a woman like that, Miguel,” you laughed. “Especially not a single mother.”
“You’re painfully oblivious. Buy some blinds for your room. It isn’t safe.”
Dry as his tone was, it was laced with concern. If there was no one in your life to tell you what he thought was obvious, he would. “You saw me? How much did you... see?”
He responds with a dull stare, his gaze falling to the red strap of your bra that set slightly off-kilter along your slight shoulders. You sucked in a breath to calm yourself, your heart beating at a rapid pace behind your modest shirt. You reached up to hide the strap. A frown marred his contrite features.
“You look beautiful in red,” he found himself muttering, pushing off of the back of the car without another word. He beat himself up for that-- stupid, stupid response. Because of course you know you look gorgeous. He didn’t need to say it out loud.
“Gracias, papi,” you called after him.
He hoped he was not flung into the creep category after that winning display.
You bought blinds for your window and a swing for Mimi’s new, sturdy tree. Its long arms offer some reprieve from the heat, casting a shadow on the small house. It wasn't long before you spent days on heaps of homework from the kids and a glitter-bright pen to grade spelling tests.
It's nice to have a little bit of company as he works on cars and yard work, even if you watch him like a voyeur, blushing if he notices, gasping if he plays into this new little game. At some point, he voided his shirts altogether. It’s not long before Gabriella has a game of her own to play.
“Psst, Lyla. Vente, Lyla.”
Gabriella sits boredly in the shop after school. Sometimes in his office, other times in the shop during breaks. One of his technicians, Lyla, sat on an upside-down bucket by Miguel’s side as he worked on a car. This time, it was a stupid simple fix. The idiot ripped off their bumper parking too far on a curb. Lyla sat in gold coveralls, undoubtedly grinning behind that black mask slapped across her face. He didn’t need to look away from the clips he was applying to know they were both up to shit.
“Yeah?”
“Papi has a crush on my teacher. I think she could be my new mami. If--”
“Miguel has a crush?” His other tech, Peter chirped up with a hunk of sandwich in his fingertips. How was he always slacking off and eating? Miguel didn't know, but he was. “I can't believe it. He hasn’t had a crush since Tem--”
“I don’t have a crush,” Miguel responded. “Less scheming, more homework, kid. She told me you’re behind on schoolwork.”
She does so well on spelling tests, Miguel, you told him at parent-teacher conferences. But she never turns in homework.
Gabriella was not behind because she was stupid. She was behind because she was a stubborn little child who, Miguel knew, was trying to set him up. Lyla abandoned the bucket to walk over near Gabriella’s unicorn table, pulling out a microsized table and looking down at the stupid simple homework. Single-digit numbers were a painful waste of time to a kid who loved math.
“She’s single?”
“Yup,” Gabi chirped, scratching away at her coloring page with a fat purple crayon. “Mimi told me.”
“No boyfriend?”
“No boyfriend. I double-checked. And get this, she said she would come help me with homework.”
“Lyla.” Miguel shoved the opposite end of the bumper in place, securing it carefully. Lyla was bent down by Gabriella. So Papi has more time to see her! Gabriella whispered. He may not know what you’re saying, but he knows it’s bad by the way she looks at him. As though she were a cat might with a glass it was about to shatter on the floor. “You can go home now.”
His daughter doesn’t need any more of her devilish attributes.
“You fucked it alright, mujer. What did you hit?”
Miguel twisted a bit of the sidewall between his fingers to gauge the depth of the hole. Never mind that the back passenger wheel whistled away until it ran flat. It wasn’t the first time someone brought him a car that was fucked. It was the first time you had.
You never asked him for anything, not at the price of your pride. You simply… made it work. Just like Miguel made childcare work by leaving his shop to pick Gabriella up and leaving her bored as fuck every weekday until he could close up shop.
Today, Mimi and Gabriella were inside, playing with dolls after a warm dinner of arroz blanco and fatty pork chops. He wasn’t much a fan of your sickly sweet platano, but he tried it tonight after Gabriella hounded him. Don’t be rude, papi! He’s gotten used to coming home on Wednesday to dinner. It’s something that he realizes he’s missed: having someone to come home to.
“A pothole,” you murmured shyly. His forehead rippled into wrinkles, holding the chunk of broken-off rubber between his fingertips. He rubbed the exhaustion out of his dark eyes, minding the nervous twiddling of your fingers.
“A pothole,” he repeated after you. No matter how many times he considered it, it did not fit. His body was ripe with aggravated energy. He’s too tired for this. The shit he’d seen in his shop and you expected him to believe that you hit-- a pothole? “Qué mierda.”
Miguel set his hands on his hip, rolled on his heel, and stepped back to inspect his future work. His body thrummed, a tightness pulling with the sight of your shy smile. The truth tittered on your luscious little lips.
“I may or may not have hit those rocks by Doña Díaz’s casita.” One look around the street revealed the chunky, pointy rocks you referenced. Miguel flicked the bit of rubber onto the top of the car and looked at you. You were guilty as the day was long. “They weren’t that far off the curb before! I know that it’s bad. Do you think you could-- fix it?”
“You’re going to have to replace those two,” Miguel gestured. “What, did you not see the massive rocks on the side of the road? What were you doing? Eres una mama, you have to pay attention, por dios. You could have been hurt.”
Your eyes darted to the wheels. The nervousness was strong, nearly all-consuming, bidding you to shut up. Though it was a good question, the shame that flecked your eyes was enough to cause Miguel to move on. He knew you were likely inattentive, your mind hovering somewhere else than the quiet cul-de-sac.
“I… had a bad date, Miguel. I was upset and dizzy and… Don’t tell anyone, please.”
The pain of being a woman. His eyes soften as he reaches out, his large hand warm on your slight shoulder. A pulse of warmth rushed through his hand as you leaned in, your cheek plastered to his stained top. He smelled of oil and sweat, but somehow, you find it comforting. Your hands come over his back, tugging on the dark coveralls.
“It’s alright,” Miguel sighed. He'd tell you not to pick shit men-- but sometimes, as he knew, that didn't matter at all. “I’ll have it fixed.”
“I don’t have that much money, Miguel,” you began. “I have to take care of the kids, my house, Mimi. I…”
“No te preocupes. You can do something else for me.”
You drew in a small, choked breath. The type that settled in your chest and did not leave. Not until Miguel’s arms wound over your waist to soothe you through the pain and pressed a kiss that lasted entirely too long to the top of your head. It’s the first time he wants another.
“She is dating,” Peter said. “You know what that means? It means you’re on a time crunch. She could always meet the one!”
"I'm not concerned about it."
The one, Miguel shook his head as he paced past the car he was propping up. He never heard anything more ludicrous. There was no such thing as the one. There was only a range of possibilities to pick from. At any point, life can happen. Then your one is gone-- and you’re left with only the memories and a body to bury. Still, as he clambered underneath the car, he found that he quite didn’t like the thought of you out with anyone else... especially not men who may or may not spike your drink.
“You should ask her to a date. Like, more than playing house with sticky kids and lasagna.”
“She’s never made me lasagna.”
Peter sloppily suckled on his fingers, the juice running down his thin wrists. “Then what was lunch?”
“Pastelón,” he answers bitterly. “It’s… plantain lasagna.”
“Okay, I thought you didn’t like--”
“I don't-- I eat it because she spends time on it.”
Peter sucked in a breath, eyes wide. He’s about to say something terribly unuseful, something like how Miguel has it bad. Miguel knows he does, half-formed images of what a family could be every day he went to pick Gabriella up, homework done, and happily fed. A feat in itself.
In place of that, though, were the car’s melded, mechanical squeals. He has but a moment and a half-formed plan that goes up in smoke the next second that it falls on his arm. He hears Peter’s half-formed, panicked shout to Lyla and recalls the flurry of steps and medical attention sometime later.
Admittedly, he did tell you to be careful.
When he wakes up, so does everyone else. Lyla chastizes him with her hands balled up on her hips, Peter sobs almost twice as much as Gabriella does until the two are dead asleep against his bed. Miguel’s eyes have rolled way too far.
“Is he finally asleep?” you peep into his heavy hospital door with a ginger knock of your knuckles. Miguel throws a look at Peter’s squishy face, half slumped over.
“Hermosa, I thought he’d never stop,” he grumbled.
“You scared him.”
Tch. Miguel watched you pick up Gabriella, settling her on the stiff pull-out bed. He foggily asked you what time it was, close to the end of visiting hours. He’d need to arrange something for Gabi with Lyla taking care of the shop. It itched at his throat.
“Gabi too. Should I…”
“Take her home for me,” he grumbled. “I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s just a broken arm.”
“You coughed up blood, Miggy. You could have died if Peter wasn’t there.”
Miggy. You finally used the nickname somewhere between Wednesday dinner dates and a car slumping on him. Miguel throws a growl to the side, using his non-fucked hand to pet the top of Peter’s head. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were right.
“What happens if… something happens to you?”
“With Gabi?” he asks.
"Sí. With everything."
You nod, looking idly at his little daughter, still in her school clothes. You brought her as soon as school was over, soothed the panic in her voice, the thought of becoming an orphan just because the car had cracked his arm. She wouldn’t have remembered her mother’s death, it was far too long ago now.
“Lyla. Why the face? If you’re jealous, know that was the agreement with my wife before she was murdered.”
You hadn’t known you were making a face, but you were to the trained eye. Some small pout of your lip, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. Miguel shoves himself up on the bed, straining sore muscles. It was going to be a long night. A longer month or two until he was up and running again.
“I’m not making a face. It's just... You were reckless when you're usually so careful. I'm wondering why. I'm sorry.”
"It's fine," Miguel urged you to come closer. "Come here."
You slid into his chair, tentatively sneaking your hand on top of his. Miguel wanted to tell you more. There was not another friend nearly so close, one that would take care of everything and anything he needed. He's suddenly aware of his situation. It would be difficult to make a woman secure that he'd not tied down yet. You clearly care-- based on the insecurity in your eyes.
You’re on a time crunch. She could always meet the one.
He doesn't want to miss his shot. He brought your hand to his lips, straining with a pained little grunt. You stood up to help him, allowing his lips to flutter over the back of your hand in a small kiss at his urging.
“Trust me. She’s not a threat,” he said. “You’ll take Gabi with you?”
“Of course, Miggy. Anything you need.”
Securing a relationship would just have to wait.
The first day back, Miguel sent Gabriella off with Lyla. Mimi is off with her papa, leaving you with nothing but time. He finally saw his projects through without Peter loitering over his shoulder, revitalizing cars with bad radiators and fizzled-out air compressors. As if Peter was the boss and he were the employee. The grease under his fingers feels more like Miguel than any squeaky clean shower you’ve helped him take. Yes, you’ve helped him take. He could have asked Lyla or Peter, but why over-extend their lives when you lived in his home for the past month to take care of Gabriella anyway?
He wonders what you thought, stripping him down to nothing, seeing his naked thighs, watching him clean sensitive bits that, as you lied, you were not looking at. He finds it cute, the way you tried to look away, but of course-- you always snuck a look. You’re nosy by nature. He’s never been ashamed of his body, though. For all the work you did, he thinks you deserve a look.
“Miggy,” you slipped through the side door, your heels clicking over a greased-up floor. He hopes you don’t fall, arms deep in the hood of a shiny dark blue convertible. It’s nearly perfect. “I got your message. You said we need to talk?”
“Don’t slip.”
Miguel whirled a wrench into its place, slammed the hood shut, and rubbed the grease on his hands together. Like it will come off his callouses. Miguel meets you half way, offering you his greased up hand. You look down at his hand, then up to Miguel again. He half thinks you won’t take it, but you do, allowing him to whirl you in a spin before lifting you on top od the hood of the car.
“Ay Miggy--” you cursed, looking down at the car. It shone bright, its smooth metal cold under your bare thighs. He pins you in place as you attempt to wiggle off, nearly jiggling your way onto his lap. “The owner will be mad--”
“It’s mine and I’m not.” He explains. “I know what I want.”
“You want…?”
“For the work on your car.” It’s cute how clueless you act, holding your breath as his fingers course past your bare thighs. You barely manage to choke the words out, your hands inching on his. He replaces himself between your thighs. You both know that you more than made up for the few hundred dollars in repairs with the work you’d done for him in a month. Holding your breath, you nod.
“Tell me.”
“I want a night with you.”
You didn’t know what to say, leaning your trembling fingers up to the bits of dark brown hair that accentuated the wrinkles on the corner of his eyes. You met his eyes, trained on your own, challenging you to respond. Words formed in a mishmash of nonsense on your tongue. You take the chance to press your lips on his, your hand suddenly cradling the side of his face for some stability. You were hardly comfortable on his car, but Miguel didn’t seem to care, biding your lower lip to open and let him in. You relinquish, savoring the distant taste of roasted coffee on his tongue, his fingers teasing along your thighs.
“That’s not an answer,” Miguel pulled back from your lips for an instant. He graces your neck with soft kisses, leaving the occasional bite and tug just in case-- he doesn’t need another man thinking he has so much as a chance. Your big man pins you down onto the car like you were weightless, any willingness to inch away tempered by his mass.
“Depends,” you answered. “I want this to be an every night kind of thing.”
“Consider it a trade.” He chuckled against your neck, the heat from his lips traveled across the valley of your breasts. You complied with his desire and let him slip your breasts free from your romper. His mouth closed his mouth over your nipple. His greasy hands melded your breasts between his desperate hands, tongue prodding your nipple fat. Your legs met his hungry performance by pulling him forward, his scratchy belt against your clothed cunt.
“Careful,” he teased. His hand fell to his bulge, unbuttoning his stained pants. You watched him pull himself free, pulling panties and romper alike to the side of your lips. Your lips parted, much like that very first day you met him, sundered by the sight of his cock. This time, fully hard. He doesn’t enter your cunt-- no, he’s patient, slotting himself between your folds for a teasing grind. His dick twitched in response, eager to finally fuck you. “You’ll fall off.”
“It’s your fault. You could have asked over dinner.” He greets your complaint with a nod, flicking your other breast. He envelops the other nipple between his mouth, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin. You take a long breath, hips leaning up against his firm length.
“Like that would be anything new. We always have dinner,” Miguel murmured in protest. “A far better use of our time is soaking your pretty cunt with my cum on this car before dinner.”
He felt your cunt clench at nothing. His hips, thrusting against your mound, nudged over your wet little folds, knocked against your greedy clit. Before you could respond, Miguel popped off your nipple again, “You like that thought? Going to dinner leaking?”
“Miggy, por dios,” you complained. “Stop dry humping and give it to me.”
He huffed darkly, snatching one of your thighs and leaning back. He spreads your lips, inspecting his work. You were wet, but not just wet, soaking his car. Miguel brought his other palm to wipe your wetness away, jerking himself with the fluid. He tests your reaction by nudging the head of his cock against your unprepared hole.
“Miguel,” you bit out, this time a warning.
“Ya te oigo,” Miguel loomed over you, pinning your shoulder back to his glistening car. You don’t debate him on that, allowing him to say whatever he wants if it would just get him inside. Miguel relinquishes control, pushing inside of your tightness. He bit back a groan, pushing past your body’s resistance, throbbing against your core. Your hands fisted his dirty shirt, cunt split wide on his cock, and glad for it.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hands securing themselves on your hips. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before he pulls nearly free, slamming forth just a moment later. Breath punched out of your throat, his cock rocking your cunt nice and full. You loved this-- looking beautiful and full just for him. He knew it too, “Hermosa.”
Miguel held his arm tight around your thigh, holding you flush against his rutting hips. His balls slapped your ass, pulling tight. You were distantly aware of his thumb at your clit, leaning your hips into his thrusts the best you could. You could only squirm to keep yourself upright on his car despite feeling your body sliding into his. His thumb worked in insistent, tight circles, forcing the pleasure to burrow in your low belly, tightening over him. It’s no marker of your performance, you think, hoping he’d give you another chance to be anything but a toy on his cock.
“No, no puedo--” you whined, your hands dipping under his shirt to scratch at his finely cut muscles, knowing you were about to gush.
“Do it,” Miguel grunts in response, his thumb more insistent. You’re not entirely proud of the way you came, creaming his cock desperately. He held strong, smothering his own groans if only for the pleasure of hearing your passionate cries. You come to moments after, Miguel’s thrusts now intent on his own pleasure.
“Come on, papi,” you worshipped. “Cum in me.”
“Fuck,” Miguel complied, his dirty nails causing sharp indentions on your thigh and hip. His sticky cum fills you in a few deep thrusts, each more forceful than the last, and he’s spent. If he was dirty before, he was filthy now. Miguel catches your lips in a lingering kiss, going soft in your body. He knew the second he pulled out your cum was soaking his now-dented car.
His eyes peeled open to find your gaze on him, tracing fresh superficial scratches on his belly. Of course, you are-- you’re a hungry addict. Miguel pulled himself free and looked for a cloth that wasn’t grease soaked to clean your cunt with. You piece yourself together and slide off his car.
“Let’s go.”
“¿Qué?” he zips himself back into his pants.
“You promised me dinner.”
He sighs-- just as long as it wasn’t lasagna.
There’s something attractive about your love of children.
He thinks it’s likely because he’s never had that himself. His mother was a beast of a woman. Never affectionate. At least, not with him. After his wife’s subsequent death, life proceeded in a vacuum. The years passed: first one. Then six. Then he was here, holding a bundle of jewel-bright roses against an uncharacteristically clean button-up, walking down the dull blue carpet of the beige hallway to the pod that usually held the kids. For all the days you tolerated him smeared and slathered, you deserved a good display.
They were usually alight with noise, rambling on about their latest toy or prattling on about a mommy that Gabriella just did not have. The more she grew, the more important it became to have that for her-- maybe it was more for himself. Today, that hall was dead of life.
“Gabi, I hear your papi,” you called from somewhere inside. He hears her subsequent pitter-patter of feet across the carpet, popping out with Mimi from the door before he can open it. Miguel cocked his head, a sigh working on his lips. They whirled the door shut. Gabi bolted to your would-be desk and slapped her tanned palms on the tabletop.
“Maestra, maestra!”
Ah, damn it all. Miguel’s hand hovers around the knob, chewing on the next thought. He couldn’t really blame the kid for what she was about to say, because he knew exactly what she was about to do.
“¿Mande?”
“I have something to tell you, it’s really important. Papi likes you, did you know my papi really, really likes you?”
There’s a pause. Then a slight, amused giggle from Mimi. It’s short-lived as he pulls open the door, loathing this dumb thing called Teacher’s Week that leaves him with a bundle of flowers and instant regret.
“Sí, Gabriella. I know he does. I like him too. He’s so cute.”
If he weren’t so dark, he’d worry about the flush in his face with the embarrassment of being outed by his little girl. He stares at your hands on Gabriella’s, then at the small sea of desks and colorful name tags to break some of the tension, hardening his face to shield it from the embarrassment. Was he really so obvious?
“Hola Miggy.”
You scoot out of your chair.
“Hola,” he sighs, remembering he was holding flowers. He slides them into your hands, hooking his hands on his slender hips. “This is… Gabi wanted to give you flowers.”
“I never said that,” she chirped, bouncing his way. “You said--”
“Gabriella.” Miguel hisses, his tone sharp at her interjection. She goes dead silent by Mimi's side, staring up at him with watery eyes. He jerks his head in the direction of the quartet of desks she sits at. “Go get your things.”
“I think Papi is embarrassed,” you whisper, crouching down to rub her little back, soothing down her milky white top. “I’ll talk to him and make it better, okay? Go with Mimi.”
“Okay.”
Mimi bounded off behind Gabi, stuffing her bag with her colorful work and chunky crayons. Miguel exhaled air, staring at her powdery blue backpack for something other than the complete and utter embarrassment that yet someone else had called him out. If it wasn't Peter, it was his daughter.
Had he been this obvious the whole time?
“Don’t be too hard on her tonight,” He peered down at you, small in the grand scheme of his height and musculature. You pecked a small kiss on his lips, stroking his week-old stubble, just enough to cool Miguel’s teetering nerves. “It’ll be better when she finds out.”
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Broadway Baby ch. 3
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader
Summary: Today is your first lesson… and we’re not talking abt the piano lesson you give Gabriella…
Warnings: NSFW, fingering, squirting, mirror sex?, p in v, losing ur V card, unprotected (wrap it n tap it pls), nipple play
Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Age gap, Soft dom! Miguel, Sub!Reader, reader is a Latina mami (written by a Latina <3), Miguel is a horny dilf (girl dinnerrr), and accurate Spanish translations <3
Word count: 5.7k
Ch. 2
Note: I do use the word ‘small’ but this is not in regard to reader’s appearance, simply a comparison to Miguel’s height :) <3
I promised y’all toe curling smut so I hope I delivered!!! Enjoy!!
That morning, you woke up earlier than normal because you wanted to make sure you showed up to Miguel’s house flawless.
You did your hair, you painted your nails, you moisturized your entire body, did your skin care regimen, and you meticulously did your makeup, hell, you even gua sha’d your face beforehand; a secret Santa gift from a year ago, never taken out of its box until now. It was your nerves to blame for your over-thorough preparation.
For your outfit, you settled on a knitted dress which hugged your body from top to just above the knees paired with a matching cropped cardigan and some close-toed heels. Cute yet professional.
On the way to Miguel’s place, you look over your little lesson planner you created the night before; something to go by as you teach Gabriella. You’ve never taught anyone in your life, let alone a child, but you were looking forward to it. You were technically helping raise the next generation of artists, and that made you feel excited about this opportunity.
Once you get to the location sent by Miguel, you look up to see a house that very much lives up to what you expected Miguel to live in. It was modern with clean and sharp edges. You were having to lean your head back it was so big, your eyes wide as you imagine the pricing on this real estate.
You take in a deep breath, ringing the doorbell.
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Miguel’s morning was just as hectic.
Just like you, he wanted to make sure he looked good for you. He chose an outfit he thought you would really like. He shaved his face (even though you liked his scruff), fixed his hair, and put on the nicest cologne he owned.
He went as far as preparing a breakfast so that you had something to eat before or after your lesson with Gabriella.
Miguel, standing in the middle of his living room, looked around the house, making sure everything was presentable and clean for you.
“Gabri, casi listo (almost ready)? Your teacher’s gonna be here soon!” He calls from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, papa, almost done!” She calls back.
Miguel then goes to his phone when he hears a notification.
Omw!! Just got in the car!
Great 👍
And what is omw?
It means ‘On My Way’!
Oh LOL 😂 Getting
too for old this I guess👴🏾
Jajajaja ay, no pa tanto,
(Not so much) you know What they say,
32 is the new 22!
Jajaja you’re too sweet.❤️
Bueno, te veo pronto.😌
( Well, see you soon.)
See you soon!!! So excited
to meet her!!!
Miguel reads the last text with a soft smile. You truly were just the sweetest human being he’s ever witnessed. Sometimes, he just wanted to cup your face and smother you in kisses. Or smother his face between those plush thighs of yours. Either way, he’d be a happy man.
He’ll be able to give into those fantasies. Soon.
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You stand on his doorstep, waiting after you rung the doorbell. Your heart drops as you hear the door unlocking.
It’s just Miguel. The man of your dreams, but he’s just a guy. Chill out.
When the door opens, there he is, standing 6 foot 9 inches, a beautiful latin man, clean shaven, wearing a compression shirt, gray sweats, some house slippers, and smells of teakwood and vanilla. He opens the door wide open, giving you his signature smile. “Morning, beautiful. Ven, ven.” (Come in, come in) he says, ushering you inside his home.
You always forget how actually beautiful he is until you see him in person. You swallow down hard as you look up at him and offer him a tight smile as you step inside. You can already feel your cunt flutter and a sticky warmth form in your underwear at just the sight of him as you step inside, stealing a glance at his ripped body underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. And those sweats were a size too small on him. Damn him.
Miguel was no better. When he opened that door and saw you, smaller than him and wearing a dress that accentuated your waist and ass, cleavage teasing him through the neckline and cardigan, his breath hitched. He had to hide his arousal with a smile, but goddamn, you looked delicious. If you weren’t here to teach his daughter how to play piano on her 7th birthday, he would’ve pulled you inside the house, bunched your dress above your tits, thrown you onto the sofa and fucked you missionary style until you were a panting mess.
“So How was the ride here, sweetie? Were you comfortable? Can I get you anything to drink? Agua, jugo de china…?” (Water, orange juice) He starts the conversation as you both step into the living room, his hand on the small of your back.
You chuckle at Miguel’s thoughtful questioning. “Don’t worry, it was very nice, and thank you so much for doing that, you didn’t need to!”
“Oh, please, I wasn’t gonna let you pay for an Uber to my house. And the subway was out of the question. Pretty girls like you don’t belong there, anyway.” He smirks, which makes you blush in return. “Muchas gracias, Miguel. I may actually do that glass of water, please.” As soon as you ask for it, Miguel is already in the kitchen fixing you the drink.
“Here you go, sweetie. I also made some breakfast, so please, help yourself. ” You blush at the name, taking the glass from him. “Thank you, this all looks so delicious! I’ll probably eat after the lesson. You look comfy, by the way!” You compliment Miguel before taking a sip. He smiles, looking down at his outfit before responding, “You could say that. I’m working from home, so no suit today. As for you, you look beautiful, but that’s old news.” He flirts before taking a sip of his own glass of water. You smile as your gaze retreats to the cup in your hands, “Oh, stop it, you’re too much.”
“What? I’m just telling the truth.” He says with a shrug and his brows furrowed. You can practically feel his eyes grazing over your body. Miguel loves the way you blush at his advances; practically lives off of it, your cute little bashful self. You look up to give him a smile, looking to change the subject or else you’ll become the color of a tomato.
“So where’s the birthday girl?” You set the glass down on the counter top, Miguel leaning against it on the other side. “She should be coming down any minute now. She’s been going through the roof about these lessons, but she doesn’t know that you’re teaching them, so you’ll be the surprise.” Your mouth drops in awe, your hand going up to touch your chest, “aw, oh my goodness, that just made me even more excited! Ugh, I’m a huge fan of hers already. ” Your smile is wide enough that your dimples become visible, Miguel taking note of them and wondering how you can be so hot and adorable at the same time. Miguel starts to lean closer toward you over the counter.
“Well, she’s a huge fan of yours,” Miguel says, getting even closer to you as he props himself on his elbows, his muscles on full display as he looks at you with a flirtatious gaze, “and I don’t blame her.” His words make your smile fall slightly as your eyes go down to those tempting lips, your insides crying for you to just lean over and kiss them. Miguel’s eyes follow yours, something primal unleashing in him when he sees your lips part. Then you hear the patter of small feet rushing down the stairs, the two of you looking at Gabriella as she comes down.
“Papa, is she here yet-“, her face drops when she sees you in the kitchen. Her idol was in her home. “Feliz cumpleaños, Gabriella!” (Happy Bday) You say, reaching your arms out when you see run up to you. She hugs you, her cheek pressed against your stomach as she squeals, then she looks up, “You’re gonna be my teacher?!” “That’s right, and we’re gonna have so much fun!” Your response makes her jump with joy. “This is the best birthday ever!!!”
Miguel looks at the two of you with a grin before speaking, “She’s gonna teach you piano today, mija, so listen carefully and follow her instructions, you hear me?” “Yes, papa! C’mon, papa got me a big piano yesterday for us to use!” She says, your hand in hers as she leads you through the house and into a smaller room. You shoot Miguel a giddy smile before being pulled away by the seven old.
“Do you have a piano like this?” She exclaims, sitting up on the bench of the piano. You place the lesson planner on a nearby table and sit next to her. “Oh, well, I’ve never actually had my own piano. I always played with pianos that belonged to my teachers or the theater.” You respond.
“Oh. You can play with mine anytime you want, then!” She says with a toothy smile. You giggle at her adorable generosity in return, “Thank you, mamita, I appreciate it.” Miguel leans against the doorframe watching you two talk to each other a little more and he’s living for how happy Gabriella is to be with you. Sure, she was daddy’s girl, and loved him to death as any spoiled little girl would, but he’s never seen her like this. She was usually so shy with people but with you, Gabriella was an open book.
“Alright, I’ll leave you two ladies to it, then. If you need me, I’ll be in the study.” He says, closing the glass door behind him.
“Okay, ready?” “Ready!” Gabriella says, and with that, the lesson had started. “Tell me everything you know about the Piano, mama.”
“Ummm…”, her eyes travel across the black and white keys. “In music class, Mrs. Smith showed us how to read music!” You perk up in surprise. “Awesome! So, let’s see… if I pressed this key, do you know what letter this is?” You say, pressing the middle white key. “Oh! Um, um, that’s a… C?” “Yes! Oh my goodness, you’re such a smart girl! Do you know what this one is?” “Uh… G!” “Right again!” You joyfully laugh at your young pupil’s intelligence.
“I only know these ones though, I dunno the black ones.” She says, discouraged. “Oh, don’t you worry, mamita, I’ll show you. By the end of today, you’ll be a pro at these black keys! Watch…”, then you use your right hand, gently pressing the keys to explain to her their assigned letters. Miguel is able to take a peek into the piano room from his study, occasionally peering over his computer with a smile. You were the cutest lil teacher for his daughter.
He wasn’t getting any work done, too busy admiring your patience and gentleness with Gabriella anytime she wasn’t able to get something right. You were so encouraging and uplifting, and that’s exactly what Gabri needs. It’s what Miguel was looking for in a partner. You were beautiful. You were kind. You were intelligent and strong. All those things were bonuses, but this right here, what you were doing in that piano room, was what set you apart. This wasn’t just physical attraction anymore. He was falling deeply for you. He needed you.
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There was about 15 minutes left in your hour lesson with Gabri when she asks, “May I use the restroom?”
“Of course, mama, you don’t ever need to ask that! I’ll be right here waiting.” You say warmly as she hops off the bench and leaves. You’re left alone with the most beautiful piano sitting in front of you, and your hands itch to play on it. Not able to fight back the urge, you begin to play some Debussy.
Nose deep in his work, Miguel’s head bobs up from the sea of papers in front of him when he hears the melody. The corners of his mouth lift, and he walks toward the piano room. He sees you playing through the open door, watching as you get lost in the music. Still playing, you take a quick glance to the side, feeling as though someone was at the entrance of the room, finding that you were right. You stop playing and pat at the bit of open bench next to you.
“Wanna learn?” You wholesomely prompt, but he chuckles, shaking his head in apprehension. “I’d rather not, I wouldn’t understand a single thing.” “Ay, no seas asi (don’t be like that). C’mon, let me show you at least a little bit! Please?” You plead, tilting your head to the side as you persuade Miguel, and it works. With a sigh, he sat down on the bench, straddling it so that he’s facing you.
You immediately regret the decision when you can feel his large body just mere inches from your much smaller stature. You clear your throat, “The song I was playing just now was in the key of D flat Major, meaning I only press these keys…” you start explaining the music to Miguel, but he’s completely lost in how your lips move, the way your voice sounds like honey, how your eyes look from the piano and back up to him. You begin to crack under his intense gaze.
He isn’t getting a single word of this.
You knew he wasn’t really listening, but you kept talking about the song anyway, scared of giving into his seductive look. He was so close to you right now. He was all up in your business. You were quivering from the tension in the air, your only refuge being all 88 of the keys in front of you. Due to your nervousness, your voice had grown softer, slightly wavering. You swallow down before rambling on, “and, um, this here is a… is a harmonic scale…and, uh….”
Miguel sees your hand tremble as it hovers over the piano. He then grabs it lovingly. You stop talking, your nerves easing from the warmth of his hand. His thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand reassuringly, his hand completely engulfing yours. With the palm of his hand against the back of yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing it up to his face.
“So soft…”
he whispers, breathing in your scent as he places a kiss on the palm of your hand, making a small smack when he pulls away. “So sweet…” He then slowly brings his mouth to your neck, your skin prickling with every brush of his breath. “Miguel…” you murmur when you feel his lips and tongue suck at the flesh of your neck, the low vibrations of his voice against your skin sending shivers down your body.
He moves up to the shell of your ear, whispering with strain, as if he’s been holding this back for far too long, “You drive me crazy, you know that? sabes cuanto te necesito?” (you know how much I need you?). He puts his head back into the crook of your neck, planting small kisses there and his hands wrapping around your waist, squeezing the clothed flesh. As Miguel’s touches become fervid, you let out a small moan, trying to use your hands to stop him, “ay, M-Miguel, no puedo (I can’t), what if Gabriella-“
“por favor, cariño, (please, sweetie) I can’t… Mm… I can’t wait…Mngh… any longer, bebe…(baby)” he begs in between kisses that make their way up your jaw and to your cheek. He completely wraps his ginormous arms around you, his fragile doll, caged by his burly build.
“I need you so badly, sweetheart.” He coos breathlessly, brows knitted as he pouts like a lovesick puppy.
When he’s about to kiss you on your lips, he stops to drink in your face. Your lips pouted and parted. His eyes, the color of sweet, dark wine, looking down at them, imagining how soft they’ll feel in about a second… or how they would feel wrapped around his massive dick. One of his hands cups your face, the other wrapped around your waist to pull you in even closer to press against his thick, toned body. You look up at him with those same big, round, doe eyes; that same innocent look that never fails to make his dick throb. You don’t look down at it (as much as you wanted to, but you were occupied by his now even more plump and wet lips), but you can feel it against the side of your thigh… and he’s big.
“So pretty for me…,” his thumb swipes at your bottom lip, “You’re so good… so fucking perfect… fuck, c’mere-“ he hungrily smashes his face against yours, lips entangled, his tongue probing at your entrance before you eagerly let him in. You snake your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. What began as a sweet, tender kiss quickly turns into a heated one, the room filled with the smack of y’all’s lips and soft sighs of pleasure. His hold on you tightens with each pleasured whimper you send into his mouth, his own growls and tongue going down your throat and igniting the heat between your legs. You feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek leave, returning on your inner thigh after he lifts your dress, his hand going up higher and higher…
Your make-out session was cut short by the sound of a distant sink being turned on. Must’ve been Gabriella washing her hands, which means she would be walking back in here any second now.
You both pulled away hurriedly, having to catch y’all’s breaths and fix yourselves. Miguel stood up from the bench, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked at how hot and bothered you became. “perdón, hermosa (sorry, beautiful), just can’t control myself around you,” he leans down to catch you in one last, tongue-eating kiss, pulling back with a big pop!, “Let me know when you two are done, yea?” He whispers again, and you nod at him, your eyes still hooded and lips bruised from his kisses. After he kisses your forehead, you watch him leave the room at the same time Gabriella comes in.
“I’m back!… Are you ok, Miss. y/n?” She says, her cute face contorted in genuine concern.
“Oh! Uh,” you say, fixing your hair and finally catching your breath, ”I’m fine, mamita! Never been better… So where were we?”
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“Aww, do you have to leave now?” Gabriella pouts. You brush a strand of hair behind her ear when you bend over to face her, the three of you standing in the living room near the front door.
“I’m sorry, mama, but I have to. We’ll have another lesson tomorrow!” You say softly, trying to make her feel better.
“Yea, but… but… I like being with you a lot.” You could’ve exploded from the cuteness overload. You felt so bad for leaving her, especially on her birthday.
“Say what… I have to be in the theater in a couple hours to get to my curtain call, however… I coulddd give a certain birthday girl a private tour of the stage…” you tap your chin and act mysterious.
Gabriella gasps, her mouth agape, “You can do that?!” You laugh at her shocked expression. “If your papa is okay with it?” You say, looking up at Miguel. “That would be great. What do we say, Gabri?” “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!!” She hugs you, you embracing her tiny form. “You’re so very welcome, mama, I’ll see you tonight then, okay?” You cup her face when she looks up at you.
“Okay! I’m gonna go pick my outfit! I’m so excited! I can’t believe I get to see the show again!” She says, pulling away and running up the stairs. You stand back up, smiling at Miguel. Miguel looks at the top of the stairs to wait for Gabriella to be in her room until he walks up to you, placing his hands on your hips. “That was very generous of you, sweetie, but you’re already doing so much for her by giving her these lessons.” He says, his hand under your chin, his thumb caressing it.
“Well, the lessons are your birthday present to her, so this is my present to her.” You say cheerily. “Thank you for the food, by the way, it was all delicious. Not as good as my cooking, pero… casi casi (but almost),” you say half jokingly. Miguel lets out a chuckle, “Oh, I’m taking that as a challenge. I’ll have to try it to believe it.”
“Someday you will.” “I look forward to it, hermosa,” he winks at you as he opens the door. “See you later then, cariño (honey).”
He’s confused as he watches you give him a small wave and take one step outside, but you’re stopped when he grabs your hand, turning you back toward him.
“You didn’t think you were leaving without a goodbye kiss, did you?” He pulls you back into him, wrapping his arms around you once more and placing his lips on yours. This one was much more sweet and tender compared to the ones shared in the piano room. Fireworks went off in your head, along with the smell of his after shave still lingering. “There. Now you can go.” You giggle as he gives your butt a light squeeze, “See you later, Miguel.”
Miguel watches with gratification as you walk into the car he had ordered for you. Now he was the one who couldn’t get his eyes off your ass. You sit in the car practically glowing from what had just happened.
That wasn’t too bad for your first kiss. Well, kisses, to be exact.
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The show went as programmed, another successful performance for the books. Once you entered your dressing room, you found a gigantic bouquet of flowers and a box.
Hmm, I Wonder who sent them.
In the middle of appreciating the flowers, you hear a knock on your door.
“Just a second!” You fix yourself in the mirror suspecting who it was, patting a napkin on your face as to take off any performance sweat and reapplying perfume.
You go to open the door to find Miguel, “Good Evening, Mr. O’Hara.” “Good evening, y/n. Mind if I come in for a moment?” You two play the parts of patron and cast member convincingly, holding back mischievous smiles as other crew and cast members hurry by for the resetting of the stage and whatnot.
Miguel steps in, and you close the door behind him. While you’re locking the door, he grabs you by the waist, you squeal in surprise.
“You did so good up there, baby,” he wraps his arms around you, your back against his torso, smothering you in kisses anywhere he could get his lips on, “eres tan chula,” smack!, “tan talentosa,” smack!, “Mm, y tan deliciosa”, smack! You break out into a fit of giggles. (So pretty, so talented, and so delicious)
You reach your hands up to his face, running your fingers through his silver fox hair, “gracias… y Gabriella?” (Thank you, and Gabriella?).
“She’s with her grandmother. I invited her to come with us since it’s Gabi’s birthday. You like your present?” He motions at the box. “Oh! I didn’t even get a chance to open it!” He frees you from his grasp to let you grab the box, and you open it. Your mouth drops.
“Miguel, this is…” your face goes from surprise to worry, ”ay dios mio, (oh my god) how much was-“ “Shh, don’t worry about that, princesa. Ven, (come) lemme put it on you.” You give him a scowl before turning around and letting him put it on.
You had to admit, this diamond necklace did look gorgeous on you. You tried to not think about what quadruple-digit number he spent getting you this. You both stand in front of the vanity mirror.
“Look how pretty my girl is,” his voice drips with seduction, his hands falling down your body. His lips find your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. You get goosebumps from the way he calls you ‘my girl’. You sigh as his lips work their magic. He sits down on the velvety stool behind him, pulling you down with him, “Don’t even lift a muscle, sweetheart, just sit there n look pretty for me.”
You let out a small yelp when he lifts your legs, using his own to spread them. You can feel himself harden against your lower back, the sensation instantly making you wet. One of his hands steadies you on his lap, the other one palming your now pulsating cunt, clothed by a pair of booty shorts and fishnets. His hand snakes into them, finding your wet and gushy pussy. He finds your throbbing clit, rubbing tiny circles on it. You bite your lip, holding back moans. “Aw, mi nena tan chula is so sensitive” (my pretty girl), Desperate for his touch, you grind against his hand, your mouth falling open and hands squeezing onto his thick thighs for dear life. “Coño, mami… so ready for me, aren’t you? Hm? Toda mojada para mi? (All wet for me?)”, Miguel slides the shorts down your legs, and using both hands, he rips a hole in the fishnets so that he can have a first-class view of your 5-star pussy, the mirror showing a leak of arousal flowing down your entrance and onto his pants, causing you to whine.
“Awww fuck, it’s even prettier than I thought.” He breathlessly growls in your ear, his middle and ring finger finding your clit again.
“Ay, M-Miguel, yes, Ungh~ feel s- s’good,” you try to form a sentence, but it’s difficult with the way Miguel’s calloused, thick fingers rub against your womanhood, his other hand playing with your nipple. He gently plays with the erected nipple between his index and thumb, occasionally pulling it and rubbing it, sending yummy jolts down to your pussy.
He then inserts the two fingers, feeling around your walls and going in and out, “Gotta get my pretty girl ready for my cock, hm? Don’t wanna hurt her, oh nooo.” He coos, kissing his teeth with a ‘tsk tsk tsk’.
Miguel sees your hips stuttering against his fingers, taking that you’re close. His dick is already leaking from how much your hips were moving against it. There’s no doubt there’s a wet spot on his pants. He quickens his speed, your juices beginning to squirt out from your drenched cunt, droplets landing on the mirror before you.
“Ay, Miguel! Oh my god!” You whine out, head falling back on his shoulder. Miguel lets out a sigh as you squirt out your climax, rubbing your clit side to side as it sprays. Once you finish, he displays his hand in front of you, which glistens under the vanity lights, “mira mami, look what a mess you made… fuck.” (Look, mami)
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Aw, sweet heart, you’re so cute… no necesitas disculparte (no need to apologize), I love that you can do that,” he purrs into your ear as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them, tasting them.
“Mm, Sabes tan dulce…” (you taste so sweet).
He gently picks you up and sits you on the vanity. As much as he wanted to go to town on your pussy and feast until he drank up every drop, his dick was basically hurting, that’s how much it ached to be inside you.
Your gaze follows the sound of a zip! And your eyes widen at the sight. Miguel bunches his briefs right under his heavy balls, a long, thick, angry cock springing against his happy trail. He sees your obvious concern, bringing a hand to your face.
“Everything alright?” He looks at you, brows knitted together and his voice is soft.
“Yes, it’s just… this is my first time.” You nervously chuckle.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, “please know it’s okay to not be ready. I want you to be comfortable.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You look up at him, using those doe eyes of yours on him, “Please, Miguel… I want it.”
“Are you sure?” He asks again. “Yes, Miguel…” you say his name sensually, your hands traveling down his chest, down to his erect cock, giving it a stroke, your thumb teasingly swirling the precum on his tip.
“I need it.”
Miguel bites his lip, jaw clenching from the softness of your hands against his pulsing length, his auburn eyes growing hungry.
“I’ll go slow, honey. If it hurts too much, just let me know, m’kay? ” You give him a soft smile, and you both kiss tenderly. He takes a second to take your shirt off, ogling at your perfect tits. You then pout and tug at his shirt, which he follows along, revealing his god-like body. You didn’t care that you drooled. He then looks down, your legs already wrapped around his slutty waist, leveling himself to your entrance. Holding it in his hand, he slaps his fat cock against your pussy a couple times, the wet noises making both of you even more turned on. Your mouth falls open again, his plump tip spreading your lips with ease. Miguel hisses as he goes in deeper, trying his absolute best to go slow and not ram you right then and there. Your pussy tightens around him, feeling his veins pulsate against your walls.
“Fffuck, so tight, baby…o-oh fuck-“ Miguel bottoms out, staying there for a second, allowing you to adjust. The pain was short, quickly turning to pleasure as he slowly began a rhythm. He makes love to you slowly and deeply, each thrust hitting the deepest part of you. “Taking me so- Mmfuck! So well, sweetie, you’re doing s’good,” he says, his forehead against yours. He was so big, you could’ve sworn you could see a bulge in your stomach. He placed a hand on it, making you whimper from the sensation. “Look at that, baby, look so good all filled up with my cock.”
You blush, wanting to cower and turn your face away. You bite on your bottom lip again, muffling your screams and cries. “Mi amor, no hagas eso (don’t do that), breathe, baby, breathe. Need you to relax, mkay?”
You turn back to him, trying your best to maintain eye contact. He brings his thumb down to rub your puffy clit, the sensation relaxing your weeping, abused cunt, “Atta girl, thaaat’s a good girl. Look at me, baby. Aw, yea, wanna see that pretty face.” His cock was able to slide in and out, your pussy greedily sucking him in. Your high-pitched moans were music to his ears.
“M-Miguel, p-please,”, you’re barely able to get out your words, your voice trembling, “si, bebe, que tu quiere? Anything you want, baby.” (Yes, baby, what do you want?)
“Mas rapido.. mas duro, por favor, please, just- just use me, please, daddy?” You were able to finally get it out. You wanted nothing more than for Miguel to just pound you and use you like his toy. (Faster, harder, please).
“Whatever you want, baby girl, daddy’s gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel sooo good.”
Without another second to spare, Miguel pulls back with just his tip inside, and pounds back into you like no other. You scream, tears running down your face as Miguel has his way with you. He kisses those tears away, murmuring, “I know, I know”’s and “I’m sorry”’s into your ear. The vanity shakes vigorously, hitting the wall repeatedly, almost breaking in the process. You hold onto his broad shoulders like your life depended on it. Your bouncing tits catch his attention, and without hesitation, takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking like a wild man.
“God, daddy fucking loves these tits. Look so fucking pretty getting railed while wearing the necklace he gotchu.” you hear muffled against your chest. As if you weren’t stimulated enough, he adds his finger back on your clit, making your eyes roll back from all the different points of pleasure. He lifts his face from your hardened nipple and says, “This pussy’s mine. This juicy ass is mine,” and you feel a loud smack! of his hand on your ass, letting out a whimper,
“You’re all mine. Who’s this pussy belong to, hm?”
“Ugh, you, daddy, I’m all yours! Please, don’t stop, please please please-“ you start sounding like a broken record, muttering ‘daddy’ over and over. “Ay, papi, estoy cerca… i'm gonna come…” (I’m close) you cry, the name fueling Miguel’s drive, so he quickened his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your cries filling the room. He growls into your neck, biting there,
“That’s right, sweetie, come on daddy’s cock.”
You could care less if the whole theater heard you, your virginity was being taken by the man of your dreams. Plus, it seemed to be getting Miguel riled up even more. He adored your cute sounds.
Once you reach your orgasm, you let out a long whine, your mouth in an o-shape, but Miguel keeps going, riding out his own high, “fuck…almost there baby, just a little longer, I promise… you can do that for daddy, yea? Ohhh I know you can, sweetie.” He coos, drowning you in lazy, sloppy kisses.
When Miguel feels he’s about to burst, he pulls out. It isn’t long before you feel his warm seed spill onto your stomach, Miguel’s groans clouding your mind as he empties himself onto you.
He stands up straight, taking in the gorgeous view of his kid on your lower body, your pussy still crying from his massive cock, and your face in total euphoria. You try to sit up, but he stops you, “no, princesita, déjame limpiarte primero,” (let me clean you first), he goes to grab a few napkins on your vanity, wiping you clean of his and your juices.
“You ok?” He caressed your face, brushing your hair away from it. You managed a weak, frail smile.
You poor, sweet thing.
“Yes, I’m okay,” He smiles before placing a sweet kiss on your lips, “Not sure if I’ll be able to walk, but I’m more than okay with that.” He chuckled.
“You did so well. So proud of my girl.” He says with a smirk in a low, husky tone, then playfully licking your lips which makes you giggle. He takes you into his embrace, your chests rising and falling together as he plants kisses on your shoulder.
You both flinch when you hear a knock at your dressing room door and the voice of a little girl right outside.
Y’all almost forgot about Gabriella and her grandma.
Oops.
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Still feral abt this man. Also, can y’all tell I’m a music major? ☠️☠️☠️
Hope you liked it! <3
Until the next chapter <3
Mwah <3
Ch.4
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cw. fluff, flower shop au, gn!reader *not proofread, just pure brainrot
[big tired man gets pampered and spoiled by his favs <33] it's fathers day and I thought this was too cute of an idea to pass up :(( all of my knowledge of flowers came from the internet so don't mind that
Miguel deserves to be spoiled
he works so hard to provide and care for his family
so when fathers day rolls around
you and Gabi finally get a chance to take care of him
forcing him the night before to take the day off tomorrow
he knows you're planning something but he doesn't press
he wakes up to you gently shaking him
he can hear faint giggling which brings a soft smile to his face
giving him a quick kiss before telling him to "jump in the shower. Gabi and I are waiting downstairs."
he'll roll over in bed and watch as you quickly leave the room and down the stairs
he'll stare at the clock on the wall, trying to Wil himself to leave the safe warmth of the bed
he eventually just throws himself off the bed and goes to the bathroom
as soon as he enters the bathroom, he can see a pre-picked outfit for him
he'll close the door and find a jacket hanging on the rack with a note that reads 'to match ours ♡'
I couldn't find a kid version but you can imagine it :D
after his shower, he comes down in his new outfit and jacket
his eyes going wide and then softening when he sees that their matching outfits and jackets
Gabi comes running in with a big bouquet of flowers, holding it up to him
Miguel takes it as he examines the colorful arrangement
his eyes are warm as he reads the note sitting among the flowers 'happy fathers day ♡'
words seemed to elude him as he carefully set the bouquet down on the table
you quickly hand him another bouquet, from you
he looks at his fondly before also setting it aside
he swiftly picks up Gabriella, giving her a tight hug as he wraps an arm around you too
"you didn't have to do all this, my loves."
you and gabi tsk, shaking your heads with a smile
"you work so hard to take care of us. let us take care of you this time."
you and gabi both give him a kiss on the cheek
a quick flash goes off as the polaroid camera spits out the picture
you give the picture to Gabriella who waves it around, letting it develop
the picture slowly formed to view miguel with a big grin on his face as he received kisses
you carefully placed the picture to lean against the vase of the bouquet
"okay, let's leave now. before it gets too crowded."
you usher them out the door as you grab your bag on your way out
you make sure the blinds are closed, lights are off and doors are closed as a final check before stopping to gaze at the two bouquets on the table
you'll tell him the meaning of the flowers someday
but for now, you check for the little black box containing matching rings
a honk startles you as you shove the box back into your bag and run out the door
miguel is leaning against the car as Gabriella got out of the driver's seat
clearly she was having fun with honking the horn at you to hurry up
you glance at the flowers in the neighbor's yard, admiring the beautiful roses as you got in the car
aster, symbol of love, daintiness
baby's breath, everlasting love
bittersweet, truth
calla lily, beauty
red chrysanthemum, I love you
fern, secret bonds of love
forget-me-not, true love memories
heliotrope, eternal love, and devotion
white jasmine, sweet love
iris, faith and truth
red salvia, forever mine
red tulip, passion and declaration of love
#bubbly flower shop au#bubbly writes <3#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara imagines#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara headcanons#spiderverse x you#spiderverse x reader#miguel x reader#atsv miguel
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Miguel O'Hara x Nanny reader (headcanons)
Part 3
Tags: fluff, alternative universe, domestic fluff, idiots in love, mutual pinning, very self-indulgent, Miguel being a girl's dad, slightly suggestive at the end, dad bod Miguel (I'm coming back to my roots)
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• reader who is always amazed at how patient and soft Miguel can turn when he is with him daughter. He is genuinely a girl's dad. Since you have never known this type of closeness with your own father, you're always surprised when you see him crouching down to talk with her, lifting her up every time she is tired or just to annoy her (in a cute way) or even plays with her
•Reader who also admires how he tries to teach his daughter Spanish and make her proud of her heritage.
• Reader who ended up learning a few Spanish words and even understood what Miguel said once, which made him smile in a way that made her feel almost giddy.
• Reader who learns how to cook Gabriella's favorite sweets and treats, like cookies, pancakes and brownies. Before each of her games, you always make her favorite dish. You even learned how to cook some of Miguel's favorite dishes, especially empanadas.
• You once found a drawing made by Gabriella of her, her father and you, which again made you feel a certain way you couldn't really describe.
• Gabriella offering you some of her drawings from time to time. You keep them preciousely and even pins some of them on the fridge at your place.
• The fridge at their appartment is also covered in Gabriella's drawings but also sticky notes, grocery lists and Miguel's planning.
• Miguel once found the two of you playing in Gabriella's room. You don't know how but she managed to get you all dressed up as some princess with one of her fake tiaras and glitters all over your face.
• Miguel who quietly laughs when he sees you sitting in his daughter's room, surrounded by plushes pretending to be having tea time, until Gabriella latches on him and he ends up sitting on the floor too, fairy wings attached on his back. And you're the one laughing now.
• You end up cleaning Gabriellas face from all the glitters and when you're all alone you wash your own face, clean off the glitters. Miguel watches you from the door of the bathroom, his usual stern expression only troubled by the soft look in his eyes. You catch him looking at you in the reflection of the mirror and the two of you share a quiet laugh, amused by Gabriellas ability to turn you into such fools, and yet loving it.
• You laugh at how ridiculous you look with the glitters on but he doesn't, not because he is unamused but because he doesn't think you're ridiculous. He genuinely finds you gorgeous with the glitters on, especially when he sees how they highlight your face, your cheekbones and your eyes.
• Gabriella who was a bit shy at first slowly turns more comfortable with you. At first she just talks about her day at school, then her soccer practices (you already know all her friend's names after a few weeks) and finally she even feels comfortable enough to talk with you about her mother.
• That one time when you had to hide from Miguel what present Gabriella had made at school for Father's day. He tries to bribe you into telling him (and it's the same on Christmas or for his birthday). You can't believe how childish he can be at times and that makes you slowly laugh.
• Reader who has noticed how Miguel has stopped wearing his wedding ring after that awkward moment in the kitchen between you. None of you talked about this ever since but this moment has been on your mind since.
• You can't quite put it into words but the atmosphere has changed ever since between you. It's true that Miguel is a very charming man but you've never thought about it this way, especially since he is your employer.
• But every time the two of you end up being alone, you can't deny that your thoughts are far from those you're supposed to have concerning your employer. But it's not your fault that every time he comes hom from work, your eyes can't leave him. You watch him tacking his jacket off, watching his whoulders flex slightly and then undoing his tie. It's not your fault that even the slightest hint of his skin makes you feel like seeing the Sun for the first time.
• It's not your fault that every time you get a whiff of his cologne when he gets too close, you imagine him wrapping his burly arms around you, pressing you against his broad chest and keeping you warm and secure.
• It's not your fault that every time he shows concern for you, your health or just wants to make sure you're not too tired from all your work, you feel a huge wave of gratefulness (and maybe even more) hit you.
•It's not your fault that every time you feel tired, every time you feel like giving up, his smile flashes into your mind and you suddenly feel an unusual warmth fill you up and you can practically hear him cheering you up.
• It's not your fault if that one day you came too early at their place and when Miguel opened the door, still half-asleep, hair dissheveled, still unshaved and wearing nothing but gray sweatpants you felt your heart sink in your chest.
• Hearing Miguel's sleepy voice apologizing, saying that he overslept, which never happens, had an effect on you that you were too ashamed to acknowledge. Since that day, you couldn't stop picturing him just the way he was that morning. No matter how hard he would try to look put together in his tailored suits, you would only remember his drowsy looks, deep voice in the morning and how good his plush skin looked in the moment. Needless to say that the thoughts this image inspired you made you feel quite guilty afterwards. But you were not strong enough to resist imagining you running your hands over his wide frame, hairy chest and smooth back... You were not strong enough to resist imagining your hands wrapping around his neck while he would crush you under his weight, nor imagining the way your fingers would slip under these useless layers of fabric...
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I don't know why I have struggIed so much writing the last part 😖. I hope this wasn't too cringe to read. I'm currently working on the fourth (and last) part.
#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#spiderverse#astv miguel#atsv miguel#atsv#fanfic#miguel x reader#dad miguel o'hara
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didn’t do last week’s but here it is: TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️🔥
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ANOTHER LEGENDARY EPISODE FOR THE TWD HISTORY BOOKS. can we get a round of applause please? 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 yes. great. perfect.
you already know what i’m about to scream about. THE RICHONNE PROPOSAL™️ HELLODHSJDHSKBDJSHSHSSBSBSJEISNS DID I NOT PREDICT IT YES OR NO. YES I DID!!!!! THE RING 😭😭😭 HIS SPEECH 😭😭😭 HIM GETTING ON ONE KNEE AND THEN SHE GETS ON HER KNEES TOO?!?1?2!$:)!/!:/& HER RESPONSE TOO?! SEDATE ME THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED. imagine thinking we haven’t won the damn lottery with this ship it’s neverrrr over for us i love them i love them so much they’re going home next episode, and we’re going to see the ring on her finger WATCH THIS SPACE ❤️🩹❤️🩹🥺😁
not even five minutes into the episode and i was being ambushed with both admiration and TORTUROUS PAIN. the cute little callback to 7x12 of them just being on the road, scavenging, surviving, and loving on each other was sooooo cute. rick kissing the back of mich’s hand. DOES THIS SHOW WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING VERY CATASTROPHIC BC I WILL.
BOOM. immediate anguish right after their cutie scene because what does rick do? OH RIGHT HE PULLS OUT THE PHONE OF CARL’S DRAWING AND STARES AT IT SOLEMNLY. CATASTROPHIC THOUGHTS ARE FORMING EXPONENTIALLY LITTLE TUMBLR PEOLLE 😭😭😭❤️🩹❤️🩹😔😔😔😔 i can’t do this anymore no more please. i cried so hard last episode i’m tired brother
that brief scene of rick wanting to bring a gift home for rj. that’s his baby. michonne saying that he’s the brave man, and that just him coming home to them was enough. i need like three days to process this episode it was SOOOOO SOFT
“tasteful noods?” they’re idiots but they’re my idiots. i am also an idiot because just before she said that, i paused the show and read the truck and laughed out loud at the brand. i swear we’re so tethered. michonne and trips, sisters in another universe <3
im not going to sugarcoat anything. idgaf about jadis’s death. in fact, i am celebrating!!!!! will byers is NO MÁS good damn riddance.
ALSO HELLO GABRIEL? i was quite comforted to see a member of the group. those random meetups with haircut were interesting to say the least, especially the kiss because ummm was he not still dating rosita? idk idc i can’t keep up with the timelines anymore it’s not that serious unless it’s rick and michonne
also thank you GABRIEL for the wedding ring, and thanks jadis for giving it to rick. haircut was good for something in the end i guess. doesn’t matter what her ending was, i didn’t feel any reconciliation or compassion. she’s still a piece of shit who stole a great portion of rick’s life from himself and his entire family. burn in the hottest depths of hell. xo!
WAS THAT A PAINTING OF GLENN IN JADIS’S FLASHBACK? IF SO HOW AND WHY IM GENUINELY CONFUSED SOMEONE PLEASE REPLY OR DM ME ASAP
the callback to 6x10?!?!?? spearmint and baking soda?!?! I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SONS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!???????? danai and andy took the little richonne file in my brain and STUDIED it to make sure that they filmed every scene that i’ve ever wanted to happen to them. no source just trust me they did it
RICK GIVING MICH A BRAND NEW “M” NECKLACE OHHHHH 😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹 THEYRE SO LOVEBUG. LIKE WOAH OKAY TROY AND GABRIELLA 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭❤️🩹 she deserves it so much! and then their kiss inside of the cabin afterwards, and them falling back onto the bed urgsjdvajdbabbs cutie pies!!!!!!!!!!!
every jadis scene pissed me off, so I won’t go into detail too much. you guys know how much i hate her. anyway, michonne using the axe to slice jadis like a cold cut… mother. love her. ALSO her rage when speaking about haircut too, yeah that was the perfect amount of dialogue that i wanted to see from her. her stealing rick’s time of seeing rj’s birth, first steps, etc. UGH. so excellent, you could feel her burning anger in her voice.
all of these callbacks throughout the episode but the best, most important and evident one was the mere fact that they’re a team again. kicking ass, and simply leading each other because that’s what they’re the best at. before any of their romance began, they were trusted confidants who worked so well side by side, and in this episode we got to see and feel the satisfaction and elation of having that back again!!!!!
i felt like i was at a drive thru restaurant ordering the entire episode. can i get some flirting, with a side of ass kicking, and ummm let me get a side of poetic, confessional yearning from rick grimes. yeah, that’ll be all.
rick telling gabriel that he wanted to marry michonne on the bridge. 🥺……. 😡 AND THEN EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT AFTERWARDS. IMAGINE THE WORLD IF JADIS NEVER KIDNAPPED HIM. THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND HIM EVENTUALLY LIKE HE WAS RIGHT UP THE STREET?? oof — i cannot. we waited so long to hear this admirable dialogue but at what cost. it’s so sad, but at least we’re here now as michonne would say!!!!!
okay. ❤️🩹 there’s still so much to unpack but that’s enough out of me for the moment. brain’s still scrambled eggs. last but not least, michonne grimes is the hottest character ever. THE BOXERS?! she looked fucking amazing in every single outfit. if i were rick, i’d be kissing every inch of her neck too HELLO
don’t forget to stream the ones who live episode FIVE 5️⃣ on amc+ and don’t forget to watch it tonight on amc’s channel at 9pm!!!! ❤️🔥 so stoked for episode 6. it’s going to be the best one ever. it’s so hard to rank them at this point and i don’t want to either. every episode is better than the last! REAL TELEVISION IS BACK. 🫶🏼❤️🔥
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Sunflower, will you...
Miles turns his body on his seat wearing all white since him and are friends celebrating him and Hobie's anniversary. They decided to do a beach party with at Miguel's private beach house in 928 world.
Everyone is always impressed how much money Miguel has, even when it comes to owning HQ and multiple houses- probably Lyla is able to make him rich quick with her skills.
Anyway, everyone was out wearing nice beach dresses and outfits to fit the warm Spring celebration. There was games, drinks, food and music on the large patio. Peter 616 working with Miguel on the grill, since he claims his burgers are amazing, while Miguel claims his carne asada is better than Peter's basic burgers.
"Oh come on, Miggy. My burgers are true! You can't have a beach party without burgers?" Peter said out loud wearing an apron that said 'The Grillfather', while bits of his gray hair fell over his head.
Miguel scoffs, "Pfft, una carne asada is the best way to good. Así!" He flip a large piece of steak on the other part of the grill while he wore 'Kiss the Chef' apron. He ran his mix of brown and gray hairs back with his hand feeling the windy sea salt breeze. "Gabriella, tráeme una cerveza!" He needed a cold one for today's perfect weather.
"Yeah,. Mayday! Get me one too!" Peter shouted.
Jess stood with MJ with a chuckle, "Men and their grills."
"Tell me, about it. Peter bought so many BBQ books to make the perfect burger." MJ giggles.
"OKay. Okay!" Gabriella said out loud with Mayday follow her as the two were busy playing Volleyball with Gerald and Billie.
Miles chuckles watch those two old Spider-men never stop bickering at each other. Gwen came by wearing a white tank top wearing flowy linen skirt, she had her long blond hair still dyed in rainbow colors underweight style, she still had her shave side with long side bangs , "Ohh, looks like your bae is coming this way."
"Hahaha, of course." Miles faces his partner, seeing Hobie walking over wearing loose linen casual short sleeve button up shirt, and some shorts with flip flops. Of course, he's wearing in black with some Hobie's punk touches to remain true to his fashion aesthetics. His button up shirt wide open to reveal his bare chest.
Unlike Miles, he wore all white with a bit of yellow flowers and cute designs and long cotton mix linen pants with flip flops. Pavtri stood with his wavy long hair tied into a man bun, then grins showing a bit of wrinkle smile, "Ohhh, what's he up too?"
Hobie came up to his partner with a smile on his face seeing his old Spider band friends around them. "Sunflower..."
"Bae." Miles smiles at him, showing the same love as they were sixteen. Nothing has change. Hobie had his longer thick wicks and grew out a goatee, which looks so handsome on him.
The tall man got down on one knee making everyone looking over with snickering and smiles. "Sunflower, will you marry me?" He grins widely with a playful smile, he reveals a box with a simple ring.
"Awee!" The women were awed at the romantic gesture while the men were chuckling.
Miles couldn't help letting out a shrill of giggles, "Hobie, we been married for thirty years now. You don't need to ask me every year to marry you."
Gwen and Pavtri laughs out loud. Hobie gave a puppy pout with his eyes going big like a teary Precious Moment character, "So, is that a no?"
"Aye, este chico." Miguel commented at this ridiculous proposal. The Spider Punker always do this since those two married.
Gabriella, a woman laughs at her dad's words as she passed him a beer, "Papá, you shouldn't be drinking so much. The doctor said you need to watch your intake."
"Ah, that doctor can go kiss my ass. I work too damn hard as Spider-man." He took a cold beer.
Mayday giggles, "I think it's cute. Hobie really loves Miles." A young Spider-woman with long wavy red hair as she handed a beer to her dad.
Miles cup his husband's face with his thumb gently massaging Hobie's cheek, his big doe eyes staring deep at his Punker's eyes, "Hobie, mi amor. No matter how many times you ask me, I will always say yes! I love you. So, yes, I will marry you." He gave him a peck on the lips.
Hobie happily took the kiss as the two been happily together in their fifties. He hugs his husband, "That's what I like to hear." Hobie put the ring in his husband's ring finger which made Miles giggles.
"Bae, you gotta chill with the rings. I don't have enough fingers for all the rings you give me." Miles kisses his husband again.
"I can't help myself, luv. This one is special, I made it mi-self, darling." The punker saw his husband's smiles widen showing more of his wrinkle smile. Even though, they were older they still look good for their age. His heart melts still seeing his Sunflower's big honey-brown eyes as if they first dated.
"Mm, then I'll have to wear this everyday then." Miles admire the gift, "I love it, bae. Thank you."
"Anything for you."
Billie already a grown woman happily went over to hug her big brother, "Awe, so cute. Hobie, how long your gonna do this? Don't you think proposing him every year is a bit much?"
"He loves me, boo-boo." Miles hugs his little sister. She grown to be a Detective in helping him solve cases on the Justice System and him being Spiderman.
"I will always show my Sunflower's my dying love, right luv." Hobie's one arm wraps on his husband's shoulders.
"I say keep going. It's so cute!" Pavtri said happily.
"For real, it's not hurting anybody." Gwen added.
Gabriella went over being so happy, "I wish I can find someone like you two! Ugh, but the dating community is sooo toxic right now."
"Your world, too!" Mayday gasps in shock, "Same!"
"Yeah, me too!" Billie let go of her brother to talk to the other women. "Like it's so shitty even when you try to get a good sneaky link."
"Aye, language!" Miles said, even though his sister is a grown woman, he always see her as his little boo-boo.
"Awe, what did I do?" Billie pouts.
Mayday giggles, "Come on, Miles! We're grown. We like having sex and meeting random guys on-" Gabriella roughly nudges her as she spotted their dad's glaring over. "Aye May, sshhhh! Our dads are listening!"
"Opps!"
"What was that May?" Peter asked in a serious tone.
"Nothing!" Mayday quickly said.
Miguel arched over to his daughter, "Hija, who are you seeing?"
"No one, papá!"
"Lyla!"
"No, papá! You can't make me be your little girl forever!"
"Like hell I can!" Miguel huffs.
Miles and Hobie chuckles as they got up to walk along the beach with their hands together, They tightly held each other, "Happy 30th anniversary, luv." Hobie felt Miles' head laying his head on his shoulder as they found a spot to watch the sunset.
"Mmm, happy anniversary, mi amor." Miles kisses his husband cheek. "I love you so much."
"Me too, darling. Me too." They nose nuzzle as the sunset and they kiss as a way to complete their perfect day. The party continues on with the craziness of their friends and families.
#punkflower#miles morales#hobie brown#spider verse#spiderman#across the spider verse#flowerpunk#fanfic#spiderverse
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Ashes - Chapter 2
Series Masterlist
Main Masterlist
"Ladies and gentleman, just a reminder that the auditions for the musical will begin in the auditorium in five minutes," The words ring from the intercom.
Nini fixes her gaze on her sister excitedly.
(Y/n)'s gaze sparkles warmly. "Let's go!" (Y/n) says and Nini bounces excitedly.
. . .
"People! Make sure your audition number is clearly visible on your clothes!" Carlos yells over the bustle of the room. "This isn't a game."
(Y/n) chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Nini and (Y/n) were sitting on opposite sides of the room - their usual audition ritual. Nini is accompanied by EJ and Kourtney.
(Y/n) leans over her guitar, her fingers gently plucking a soft tune - her usual audition ritual - her eyes closed as her nose points down towards the guitar.
There is a knocking on the doorframe of the room, and there is a ringing silence.
"Okay, theatre people," Miss Jenn, who had walked into the room, claps her hands. "Let's do this."
Then her eyes fall on (Y/n), whose guitar is still sitting in her lap.
"Bring the guitar," Miss Jenn says, then she leaves, (Y/n) blinking in surprise.
(Y/n) puts a strap on her guitar, and she follows her twin out of the room, her guitar resting on her back.
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Miss Jenn stops beside (Y/n), who is sitting offstage, tuning her guitar.
"How long have you been playing guitar?" Miss Jenn asks, and (Y/n) blinks, looking surprised.
"About nine to ten years," (Y/n) replies.
"Well, good luck," Miss Jenn tells her.
(Y/n) watches Miss Jenn with a slightly confused look on her face, but as she goes to focus back on guitar, she catches the eye of a very pretty redhead who is standing in a line to do her audition readings.
The redhead is dressed in a pink sweatshirt with the same shade of pink sweatpants, and her hair is pulled back.
The redhead smiles at (Y/n), her eyes crinkling cutely.
All the breath leaves (Y/n)'s chest and she sits stunned for a moment before she shakes herself.
(Y/n) looks up again when she sees Miss Jenn stop in front of the redhead.
"You," Miss Jenn studies the redhead closely. "You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms. Darbus?" Miss Jenn offers.
"I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes." the girl says and (Y/n) giggles uncharastically.
"Oh, your application says you play piano?" Miss Jenn asks.
"I dabble," the girl replies.
"You ever written a song?" Miss Jenn asks.
"I mean, nothing I've ever shared with anyone," the girl admits.
"I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad," Miss Jenn smiles at the girl.
(Y/n) continues to watch as Miss Jenn reaches Nini. "And how about we have you read for Kelsi?" Miss Jenn asks.
(Y/n) sets down her guitar and goes to stand next to the last boy in line.
Nini pauses, and she glances down at her twin. (Y/n) nods her encouragement.
"Gabriella," Nini corrects. "I wanna audition for Gabriella."
"Okay," Miss Jenn smiles at Nini. She moves on to the boy in between (Y/n) and Nini. "You're reading for Ryan, right?" she asks.
(Y/n) can sense the boy's discomfort, and Carlos pipes up, "I think he'd rather play Sharpay."
Miss Jenn looks back at the blonde haired boy, and he grins. "I love that. That is so fresh."
Miss Jenn takes one more step to stand in front of (Y/n). Glancing back at Nini, Miss Jenn can see the similarities between the two girls.
Studying (Y/n) closely, Miss Jenn glances down at her clipboard.
. . .
"Okay, the last of the Troys," Miss Jenn says as EJ walks onto stage with a basketball clutched in his hands. "And he comes with props." EJ fake throws the ball, and catches it again, chuckling. "Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn tells EJ. "Okay," her voice softens, "what do I need to know?" she asks Carlos, who is sitting beside her.
"EJ Caswell," Carlos begins. "Most Instagram followers. Co-Captain of the Water Polo team. Senior class treasurer. Wakes up looking like that. Doesn't know I exist."
"I hope he can carry a tune," Miss Jenn says.
As EJ sings his piece, Nini smiles, her eyes softening with affection.
"Well, excuse me, Armie Hammer just called," Miss Jenn says and (Y/n)'s eyebrows raise. "He wants his jawline back." (Y/n) chuckles and EJ looks confused, glancing over at Nini and (Y/n), who were standing next to each other. "We're moving on to the Gabriellas," Miss Jenn goes on as EJ walks over to the wings.
The girl - Gina Porter, who had the fancy dance moves in the warm up - sings her piece with a steady voice.
"She's good," Nini murmurs in (Y/n)'s ear, sounding worried.
"We're going together," (Y/n) replies. "You're leading. You'll do amazing."
EJ comes to stand beside Nini and Nini turns to her boyfriend. "Okay, I could really use some last-minute tips. Like, now."
(Y/n) steps slightly away so they could talk.
"And that's why I love you," (Y/n) can hear EJ say, and Nini freezes.
. . .
(Y/n) is walking up to her bedroom but she freezes at her door as Ricky rushes past.
"Ricky?" (Y/n) asks but Ricky doesn't answer, his head bowed.
(Y/n) messes with her doorknob before she moves to Nini's room where her twin was hugging a pillow to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Nin?" (Y/n) asks, moving over to her sister's bed.
Sitting down, Nini collapses into her sister's arms, sobbing against her shoulder.
. . .
"You ready?" (Y/n) asks her sister.
"Any intel on these two?" Miss Jenn asks as the two sisters walk out into the center of the stage.
"Nini Salazar-Roberts," Carlos says, nodding to Nini. "Harmless chorus girl. Usually plays farm animals and trees. (Y/n) Salazar-Roberts," Carlos goes on, gesturing to (Y/n). "Orchestra girl. Plays cello, guitar, viola, and piano. Co-Captain of the cross-country team."
"Okay, Nini, (Y/n)! Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn says louder so the twins can hear.
Nini goes to start, but there are heavy footsteps approaching somewhere, and (Y/n) and Nini pause.
The door at the back of the auditorium slams open and (Y/n) scowls as she hears Ricky yell, "Am I too late? Am I too late?"
The redhead, whose eye (Y/n) had caught earlier, watches (Y/n) as she turns, facing her twin, murmuring something that the others can't hear. The redhead can see Nini relax a little, however.
"We're all set on Troys," Miss Jenn tells Ricky as he jumps up the stairs. "We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas."
"I-I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie," Ricky stutters and EJ rolls his eyes.
"Troy would have arrived on time," Carlos replies, looking annoyed.
"I hope that was ironic," (Y/n) comments and the others laugh.
Miss Jenn turns away from Ricky and back towards (Y/n) and Nini, who were standing shoulder to shoulder, (Y/n)'s feet spread slightly, as though grounding herself.
"Whoo!" EJ yells, cheering his girlfriend on.
Miss Jenn starts, her coffee spilling on the light board.
Electricity crackles and the lights flicker off, leaving the others sitting in darkness.
"Nobody panic!" Miss Jenn calls after a moment, trying to mop up her spilled coffee with a few sheets of paper. "Girls, let's wait for the lights to come back on," she goes on. "I don't want this to throw you."
(Y/n) takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Nini.
"We're not thrown," Nini says, furrowing her eyebrows.
(Y/n) and Nini begin the song, and both Ricky and EJ jump up, flicking on their phone lights and shining them in (Y/n) and Nini's eyes.
. . .
Watching the twins sing, the redhead notices how well their voice complement each other's, Nini's higher voice easily matching up with (Y/n)'s lower voice.
Just as the two finish, the lights flicker back on.
(Y/n) glances at Nini. "Funny how that happens."
Nini regards her twin with amusement, while the others on the stage laugh.
Miss Jenn considers the two in front of her for a moment, Ricky and EJ turning off their phone flashlights.
"Good job you two," Miss Jenn says, looking impressed.
(Y/n) grins at her sister and the two walk over, sitting down.
Nini had plopped herself beside EJ, leaving (Y/n) to sit in between her and the pretty redhead that had caught her eye earlier.
"You, late boy," Miss Jenn calls back to Ricky. "Let's do the Chad sides."
(Y/n) throws a protective arm around Nini's shoulders as Ricky walks to the middle of the stage.
Word Count: 1484 words
#nini salazar roberts x sister reader#nini x reader#maddox x reader#maddox hsmtmts#Ashlyn caswell x reader#reader insert#ricky bowen x bff reader
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Chicago Fire Season 1 Episode 14 A Little Taste
How did it take me until just now to learn Antonio has cute little rings in his ears.
And then he has to go and get shot and I really like him. I don't want him to die *downward spiral*.... Okay, we done.
Serveride, I don't think we're done with your spine just yet.
Gabriella's smile when she talks about Mills. She just makes me melt, god.
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5 alarms that woke Chad up and 1 that didn't
Pretty self explanatory, noh?
(also, Chad has three siblings, two siblings that are two years older than him (twins, Fynn and Esi) and a sister younger than him by one year only (Adia), and he has two mothers Brianna Johnsons and Aimee Danforth (Fynn, Esi and Adia are Brianna's children) wow this is a long explanation I'm so sorry, please enjoy this thing)
One; cookies and lavenders
Sophomore year was something that he was supposed to enjoy, or at least, that's what his older siblings had told him.
Chad groaned as he sat by the window and waited for someone to sit beside him. Troy was somewhere near his dad, it was Mrs. Bolton's request that her baby boy not be separated from his father while travelling, so Chad was left to his own device, sitting by himself in the bus, looking outside the window as if he's in a movie
The others were already paired off when Troy told him his mother's request, making Chad unable to ask anyone else to sit with him
"you okay there, man?" he looks up to see Zeke standing from behind him. He was paired with Jason, who was already catching his sleep. It was way too early in the morning to even be awake but he did not complain as he knew how long the trip would be
"yeah, man. Just a little bummed, I guess?" Zeke hummed, disappearing into his seat for a moment and popped up once more with a Tupperware in hand "here, help yourself with these. I-Mom made it last night for me" Chad stared at it and took the container from his teammate's hand, thanking him before settling down as the bus started to move
He was too focused eating the cookies that he didn't notice someone sitting beside him until someone elbowed him due to the fact that the person beside him was almost tangled up with his bag
"oh, sorry" Chad looks up to see Ryan Evans, adjusting his lavender newsboy cap
"ish okay" he replies, mouth filled with cookies, Ryan was almost out of the bag's grip on him but he made one mistake and all of a sudden, it seemed like he was back to square one, making him click his tongue in annoyance. Chad settled the cookies in his lap and helped the boy out of his misery
"thanks" once the bag was now on the floor, Ryan thanked him and Chad just quietly hummed as he stared at Ryan and his lavender cap and lavender pants. He looked at the container in his hands before offering some to Ryan, who smiled and took one. He thanked Chad once more before Chad decided he had enough of the cookies and rest his head on the window to catch some sleep
He woke up when something was ringing and vibrating underneath his butt, groggily looking for whatever that was, he finds a phone that was definitely not his, he turns off the alarm and looks at Ryan who was asleep, with his arms crossed and head facing up the ceiling as his newsboy cap covered his face
Chad also noticed that he was shivering slightly and took off his jacket to put it on the boy, adjusting it a couple of times so that it won't fall off, he had to tuck in some of thr fabric and smiled to himself once he was satisfied with it
looking at the phone that was in his hand, he wasn't sure where he'll put it so he puts it inside the pocket of his jacket, hoping that Ryan will notice the phone once he wakes up
Two; illegal
Chad was waiting for Taylor to finish her daily 'light' reading in the library, he didn't really have anything else to do since Troy was off canoodling with his girlfriend
he made an impatient noise once more, making Taylor put her book down "if you don't want to read then just sleep" he looks at her for some time before deciding that she was right. He can just take a nap, so he made himself comfortable and crossed his arms, tilting his head down and closing his eyes. Tuning out the quiet chatter of some students who were discussing the theory of general relativity
He was startled awake as he hears a loud ring from somewhere inside the library, Taylor was almost finished with her reading when she too, was startled by the loud ring
"what the heck" she mumbles under her breath as she looks at the source of the noise, only to see Ryan scrambling to look for his phone to turn off the alarm
He was hatless and one side of his face was red, there were outlines on that side making chad presume that the boy had fallen asleep with his head on the table
The way Ryan rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and look for his fedora that fell on the floor when he was woken up by the alarm was doing things to Chad, and he didn't mind being suddenly woken up if the view was like that
"keep staring and he might melt" Taylor smirked at Chad as she closed her book, he huffs out in annoyance "let him melt then, it's illegal to look that good when you've just woken up" Taylor lets out a breathy laugh and stand up "come on, lover boy. Gabriella just texted me, saying that Troy's looking for you"
They both make their way out of the library, completely unaware of the eyes that trailed after Chad's back
Three; dreams don't count, but if it feels real...
The face Ryan had after he saw the enormous amount of collection of DVDs in their living room was amusing and cute, he had invited the boy over to watch some recorded musicals and Ryan said he'll bring some over, not expecting to see tons of playbills and DVDs. Chad explained to him that his mothers, Aimee and Brianna were quite the theater nerds themselves
The musical that they were watching was long finished and Chad had said something about Troy that just made the blonde burst out laughing, holding his stomach with his hands as he bent over. Chad laughed along with him, but he did not let this opportunity to look at Ryan go to waste. He just stared at Ryan, laughing with him, in hopes to not get caught. The way that the sun shine on him through the window made him look like an angel
After Ryan had calmed down, Chad only noticed how close they were together. He looked at the bright cerulean eyes that seemed to shimmer as the setting sun disappeared into the horizon through the open window
Chad doesn't know who leaned in first but the next thing he knew was that Ryan's lips were on his-
RING RING RING
Chad groaned and opened his eyes. He was just having a good dream when his alarm blared out through his room
"fucking-" he sat up and annoyingly stopped the alarm on his phone. As he sat on his bed in the quiet room, he thought back to his dream and smiled as he remembers the last part before he was rudely woken up by his alarm
"Chad!" snapping out of his trance, he hears Brianna call for him for breakfast
"coming, ma!" he shouted, finally getting up and fixing his bed quickly before making his way downstairs where he hears his mothers and sistsr, singing along with a song that he knows Ryan had sung once under his breath
sitting down on the table, ignoring his family's singing, he had a smile on his lips while his thoughts were filled of Ryan's face and laugh. Ever since the baseball game, Ryan would invade Chad's head at any point in time and it would sometimes get annoying because he can't focus but honestly, it was better than anything else
"mooom, Chad is smiling creepily at the table" Chad snapped out of his trance and kicked his younger sister under the table
"mom, ma, Adia is being offensive" Adia lets out a dramatic gasp and sets her spoon down with a slight thump "what?! I'm not offensive!"
"your face is offensive!"
"alright children, settle down" Aimee said with a snort and put down the food on the table, then they discussed that next week both mothers will have to travel to Chicago to visit their older siblings
Four; let the nightmare pass
Chad asked Mrs. Darbus for a quick break time as he was tired, he was surprised that she allowed an hour of break time. He had not slept very well yesterday night as his mothers got into a car crash. They were lucky that Brianna did not have any major injury but Aimee was the unfortunate between the two mothers as she has a broken arm and a couple broken ribs
the jock lays down in between the seats at the back, not even caring if someone sees him there, he just wanted to sleep somewhere quiet and far away from people. He set a quick alarm on his phone and laid there quietly
with his eyes closed, he thought how were his mothers doing? Were his mom doing okay? Did they eat? And if so, did they eat enough? Was Adia doing okay? He was sure that she was just as sleepy as he was feeling right now but how was she feeling? Was she scared? Of course she's scared, it's their mothers
and before Chad could even worry more, his mind and body has shut down
Ryan was tasked to search for Chad as they were going to start their rehearsal again, he searched every part of the theater for him, only to see the jock laying down at the very back, in between the seats and it was pretty obvious that he was having a nightmare, with the way he was twitching, the way his face would scrunch up and the occasional whimpers that he'd let out
Chad looked very vulnerable to Ryan at that time, he heard from his mother that they shouldn't wake up a person who's having nightmares, you have to let it pass. So he gently raises Chad's head and puts him on his lap, softly pushing his curls away from his forehead and with his other hand, he held Chad's, hoping that the nightmare will go away with the soothing actions that he was doing, not even noticing that he himself was falling asleep
They were both woken up with the alarm that Chad had set, Chad felt something quickly raise his head, a small thud and a sharp intake of breath
He opened his eyes to see Ryan's eyes tightly shut, holding the back of his head with one hand, he had his lips pursed. Quickly turning off the alarm, he then focused on Ryan
"what happened?" Chad rasped out, slowly sitting up and noticed that they were holding hands. He gently squeezed it to get Ryan's attention "I was so startled by the alarm that I hit the back of my head on the chair" Chad snorted and used his free hand to gently caress the back of his head as if it will relieve the pain
Ryan subconsciously leans into Chad's hand and softly smiled at his attempt, he feels Chad's hand carefully move from the back of his head to his cheek and he finally opened his eyes to scan the jock's face "you still look tired" Chad slightly opened his mouth to say that he was fine but closed it when he realized he didn't have to hide anything from Ryan
He smiled and put his forehead on Ryan's, closing his eyes "I am. Stay here for a little while, so I can recharge and everything will be okay again" he hears the blonde hum and lay his hand on top of Chad's, sitting there in the comfortable silence between them.
Five; apologies for the intrusion
Chad slowly opens his eyes as he reached out to his phone that was ringing, he looks at the time and sees that it was nearing the time to attend the last graduation party. They've already graduated and Troy was hosting one last party for their batch before they all go their own ways
Before Chad could even think of sleeping more, a message from Troy came in then suddenly his phone rang with Ryan's name
he dismissed the text message and quickly answered the call "what's up?"
"I had a feeling that you're going to sleep more so I've taken the liberty to come to your house right now and give you a ride to the Bolton's"
"what?" Chad sat up and made his way to his door but then he hears Ryan knock the same time someone knocked on their door
"Coming!" he hears his ma, Brianna, shout and walk to the front door
"wait, ma!-" too late, Brianna had already opened the door, looking at Ryan who was smiling brightly at her, phone still up to his ear
"oh!" Ryan's smile turned into a grin, he did a curtsy and said in his most posh accent
"Apologies for the intrusion, Madame. I'm Ryan Evans, I'm here to take lord Chad to lord Troy's party" Chad groaned as he ended the call and made his way down, he sees Ryan's amused expression, he was assuming that his hair was a mess and he did not care one bit that Ryan saw him like this if he get to see that amused cheshire smile on the blonde's face
"so this is Ryan Evans?" Brianna asked, smiling at the blonde who was standing by the door
"yes, ma. This is Ryan" Brianna opened her arms and hugged the boy, thoroughly surprising him "I've heard so much about you! Come in, come in" she ushers the blonde inside their home, Ryan regained his composure and followed Brianna inside
"Aimee can't greet you since she's resting right now"
"that is completely fine by me, I'm the guest and unannounced too, you don't have to inconvenience yourself because of me" Brianna chuckles "I like him" she points at Ryan and grins at Chad who was rubbing his face
"alright, you two go and get to know each other. I'll just get ready" he mumbles under his breath, waving his hand and not even looking at the two who was beaming at him as he make his way back upstairs
As he goes back downstairs, fresh out of the shower with a new set of clothes, he sees Ryan and Brianna talking about musicals and theater, quietly leaning on the wall as he observed the two talk in a quick manner. Chad just can never get enough of Ryan
Ryan finally notices him and stopped, smiling at Chad "you ready?" Chad nodded, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and bid her goodbye
"take care of my son" Brianna says and waves them goodbye as Chad and Ryan get into the blue convertible
"so what did you two talk about?" Ryan chuckled under his breath, as he put up the hood of the car and closed the windows as it looked like it was about to rain "you ask as if you didn't listen in our conversation"
"yeah, but I wanna hear you talk. More so, I want to hear you talk about it because I know you two talked about musicals and that makes you excited" he sees as the tips of Ryan's ears turn red and started to talk about what he and Brianna discussed. He liked making Ryan blush, he liked it more when he sees him excited over something and happy
Ryan finally parked near by the Boltons and looked at Chad who was staring at him with love and adoration, there was a soft smile on his lips as he raise an eyebrow at the thespian
"nothing" Ryan said as he shook his head, answering the unspoken question
"sure?" Chad asked, Ryan hummed in response, there was a long comfortable silence between them, they were just staring at each other as if it was a competition but then Ryan made the mistake of looking at Chad's lips, and all of a sudden he leaned it. When he realized midway that he was going in for a kiss that may or may not destroy his friendship with someone he really got along so well, he decided to kiss Chad on the cheek
"you missed" the jock said, he managed to sound teasingly and breathless at the same time and that did things to Ryan
"did I? Where should I have kissed you?" he smirked at him, both eyes were challenging each other
"here" Chad whispered and leaned in, giving Ryan a kiss on the lips. They both sigh in relief, Ryan's hands snake up to Chad's arm, gently squeezing it, slightly opening his mouth, kissing Chad Danforth was not something he expected to be doing but his whole body felt like it was on fire and Ryan deepened their kiss more, making Chad groan
Before they can even do anything else, someone knocks on the window of the car making the two slightly part away from each other and Ryan click his tongue in annoyance
"later?" Chad asked, not really letting go of Ryan
"later" Ryan smiled and gave him a quick kiss before they made their way out of the car to greet Sharpay (she's the one who knocked on the window) and Zeke
+One; my knight
there was a ringing in the room, making him sigh and quickly turn off the alarm. Finally opening his eyes, he scanned the room that he has been sleeping in for the past six years. His eyes landed on the body that laid beside him, breathing slowed and relaxed, lips slightly agape and both their hands were intertwined. The two golden bands on their ring fingers glinted in the morning sun that was peaking through their curtains
Ryan smiled as he caressed Chad's cheek and sat up so he can become more awake. He remembers the day that Chad gave him a promise ring back in 2012, doing a wedding vow because they knew it wasn't legal to get married yet, and when they both proposed to each other back in 2015 when same sex marriage was finally legalized then got married in 2016, Ryan thought that getting into Juilliard was a happiness that cannot be replaced by any other, but now, with his memories with Chad, waking up beside him, were memories that Ryan will never get tired of.
Chad groans and snuggles closer to Ryan's body warmth, he can't believe that this man has stayed with him for thirteen years and that they're married for six years now.
the door of their room slowly opens and two children popped their heads in, Amara and Aidan Danforth-Evans blinked at Ryan in surprise. Clearly not expecting for their father to be already awake
Ryan smiled at them and motioned for them to come into the bed with him and Chad
Aidan quietly moved but Amara had different plans as she ran and jumped on Chad's sleeping figure, making both Aidan and Ryan snort
Chad made a sound as if he was dying "oh nooo, the horrible horrible monster has me! My knight, save me" Chad rasped, reaching out to Ryan
"you can save yourself"
"hey!" they all laugh at their antics, Chad maneuvers himself and had Amara up on his shoulder as he stood up from the bed
Aidan was now trying to save his twin sister from the horrible dragon as Ryan just watched them from the bed. If someone asked him thirteen years ago where he sees himself in the future, he'll probably say that he'll be alone and happy, dedicating his time and life to work
If someone told him that he'd get to marry his long time crush, Chad Danforth and get to take care of two adorable little monkeys, he'd probably laugh at them and tell them they were crazy
But looking at the scene that was unfolding in front of him, the way Chad slowly went down to the ground with equal amounts of drama, and the twins laughing at him, Ryan would not trade this for anything in the world. It was not something he had foreseen in his teenage years but it was definitely better than anything
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i heard you created the genderbend fab five,,, can i see
for sure! altho the fab five i have in mind are the ones from the 60s... the teen titans <3 bc im obsessed with them
Richard “Dick” Grayson >>> Richard “Dick” Grayson.
Yup. I kept the name. This is her <3
She always wears a ponytail when she’s the vigilante Robin, yet she never wears one as her civilian self.
never wears matching socks
she/her pronouns
at first i was going to name her Antoinette “Toni” Grayson but then One of my mutuals said “doesnt sound like her tho” so i was like “ok!” and that was that
I am very aware all three picrews give different vibes
(I’ll add onto this list later pls i literally created them yesterday)
Wallace “Wally” West >>> [Still in progress]
she/her pronouns
natural redhead but dyes hair brown so she won’t be identified as Kid flash (like wally used to do!)
I’m still debating on the name (i had Gabriella “Rei/Gabby” West at first, but now I don’t know)
Her hair is loose when she’s kid flash (like jesse’s hair is loose when she’s Jesse quick!!), but she always likes to put her hair up in space buns
does everyone’s hair <33
Garth >>> Ramona (still open for suggestions)
hair isn’t ACTUALLY that long (it’s closer to the second picture than it is the first-- the third picture is just to show that they wear dutch braids all the time!!! they’re longer than that obv)
curly hair!!! In honour to curly haired garth (rip)
cute bean
never wears earrings idk why i put some on her in the last two images)
she/they pronouns
obsessed with sour candies
Roy Harper >>> (I. don’t. KNOW.)
has tan that all three pictures failed to depict
pronouns she/they (they/them preferred)
is obsessed with the 70s (even tho these are the 60s versions of them and yes it makes sense if you twist you brain enough)
bajillion piercings
everyone trusts their music taste
wears lots of rings
is 10/10 the one most likely to do dangerous shit
the “you cant do it because its dangerous but i can do it bc im sexy” friend
Donna Troy >>> Atlas Troy (or SOMETHING-- Atlas troy doesn’t roll of the tongue nicely, but I like it so-)
he/they pronouns (no preference)
demiboy
has piercings but always forgets to wear them
wears eyeliner allll the time (borrows roy’s)
has reading glasses that they never use
can’t properly tie his shoes (thats why they wear vans & other shoes that dont need to be tied)
loves musicals AND horror movies
#DOES ANYONE WANNA SEE THE YJ ONES I HAVE#PLSSPSPLSPLSPS#i mean i dotn hve them yet BUT I WILL I SWEAR#donna troy#dick grayson#roy harper#wally west#garth#kid flash#wonder girl#do they count as my ocs pls say yes#robin#teen titans#speedy#arsenal#aqualad#nightwing#troia
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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love.
Happy reading!
1) Move Out | Explicit | 1525 words
Harry and Louis are moving in together, so they might as well make the most of Harry's apartment.
2) Take Off Your Business Suit | Explicit | 3082 words
“Yes, let me get another chair.” Louis said, leaning up off of the desk. He stood up but before he could leave the office to get another chair, Harry was grabbing his hand.
The words that came out of Harry’s mouth made Louis’ knees weak and heart beat quicken. “Just sit on my lap.” Harry said. Whatever he said afterwards didn’t make it into Louis’ ears as he was moving quickly over to Harry and placing himself on Harry’s lap.Louis would take anything Harry wanted to give him; hand touching, lap sitting, all of it.
Louis hadn't realized he was holding his breath until it came out in a quiet sigh. “Okay so th-this one will be slightly different right?” He asked as he pointed at the sheet of paper in front of him.
3) So Good, It's Making Me Drool | Explicit | 3364 words
He kept his back turned to Harry, whispering the few words he knew that would make Harry go absolutely wild. “If I’m only yours, maybe you should take me to bed and teach me who I belong to.”
4) What I Like | Explicit | 4245 words
Note: This fic has mentions of BH.
Harry gets tired of the "older women" jokes and the incessant teasing from Louis.
5) ll Belong To Your Creation | General Audiences | 4349words
Louis had always thought it was impossible to do so. Thankfully, upon doing research he learned that he still can as long as there are no complications throughout the whole pregnancy. He also stumble upon a birth vlog where a mum was able to give birth naturally even after going through c-section with her first and second pregnancy.
6) An Axolotl and the Fake Date | Explicit | 5976 words
Harry runs a stall at a farmers market every weekend and Louis comes by one day with an odd request.
7) Feels So Right | Explicit | 8804 words
The one where Louis is Troy, Harry is Gabriella, and we find out what really happened after karaoke at that ski resort...
8) Giallo! | Mature | 9776 words
Louis was a mess. A stuttery mess of weak knees and grass stains on his fresh linen clothes, his cheeks blooming a natural pink that matched his sunburnt nose. Upon his return from University, his family abandon the bustling city of London to bask in the comfort of their summer villa. With such a property came maintenance, Louis' father hired a strapping young fellow with tanned skin littered with ink and a charming smile aided by dimples in both his cheeks. Between reading, baking and painting, Louis stares at Harry, he couldn't help it. They grow close under the sun of Greece in 1989.
9) Interlude: One Night in March | Explicit | 10671 words
Note: This is a sequel to this fic.
“Said I would, didn’t I?” Harry let his hands roam over Louis’s bare back, his muscles rippling with that same frenetic energy he always had, swirling just beneath the skin, just beneath Harry’s fingers. “May come a time I’ll have to carry you again.”
Cupping the back of his head and burying his fingers in Louis’s hair, he pulled Louis back into another deep kiss, moaned a bit when Louis squeezed his chest again, harder this time, like he wanted the shirt off. But instead he drew his hand down Harry’s side and tugged at the hem, as though to say best keep this on, before he licked into Harry’s mouth, drew Harry’s tongue out to play only to pull back enough to speak.
“May come a time I’ll actually fucking let you.”
10) Hate To Smoke (Without Me) | Mature | 12164 words
Sleep. Harry just wants one good night of sleep. However, his neighbour has a thing for headboard-banging-against-the-wall-sex every night. After a secret set-up and a bet, Harry may finally get the sleep he so much desires.
11) Call You Mine | Explicit | 12755 words
“I have a request.”
That’s what Louis Tomlinson says to Harry when he opens the front door a bit too aggressively. The latter feels justified after a round of annoyingly incessant knocking that was much too loud in the drowsy sludge of early Saturday morning.
“Zayn’s asleep,” is Harry’s tired, hoarse reply, irritation prickling at his skin. Less than a minute ago he was in bed, feeling perfectly content sprawled out on the mattress with the chilled air from the fan cool against his bare skin. And now he’s leaning up against the wooden door frame in nothing but his briefs because Zayn’s best mate decided that showing up unannounced at seven in the fucking morning was a brilliant idea.
“I’m not here for him,” says Louis curtly.
12) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13128 words
"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat.
Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."
In which they are neighbours stuck at home and they happen to start talking through a wall with a piano, a violin, and a flute. They end up writing the soundtrack of their own love story.
13) Until This Blood Runs Cold | Explicit | 13685 words
In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. When something happens here everyone knows about it within seconds. Neighbors call neighbors and notes are left on doorsteps, old telephone lines ringing until there isn’t a single person who is left in the unknown.
So it’s definitely hot gossip when a vampire moves in across the street from him, the very same one who’s just become Louis’ boss.
14) A Road To Hope | Explicit | 18280 words
Note: There is no explicit smut but its implied BL.
“We’re far from the people and their issues, don’t hold back. Please.”
It’s true. They are far away from anything that could stop them, the middle of nowhere being the safest place on Earth for them to fall in love. The sacred land where sacred love is created. However, Louis is certain that even if they weren’t safe, he wouldn’t resist the sight of Harry, his pleading eyes, his warm skin beneath his touch.
15) Your Eyes Of Blue, Your Kisses Too | Explicit | 21785 words
When they get out onto the streets away from the crowds Niall turns to walk backwards, “So did you get any leads?”
“Well- uh.”
Niall shakes his head, “Too busy kissing that pretty boy onstage, I see. Gonna blow the whole case for a piece of ass?”
16) Thinking About Peaches | Explicit | 23724 words
Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #18 on this list.
Eight smutty drabbles following the events of bruise you like a peach.
17) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds | Mature | 38065 words
Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.
The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.
18) Bruise You Like A Peach | Explicit | 40694 words
Note: The sequel to this fic is #16 on this list.
There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.
The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.
His name is Louis Tomlinson.
19) Falling Out Of Fashion | Explicit | 42123 words
Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.
Harry Styles has been the established face of the Grimshaw House of Design for two years. It’s a prestigious and coveted modeling contract Harry took away from once-famed supermodel Zayn Malik. With the model transition Grimshaw’s designs went from a more urban, Zayn-forward aesthetic, to a Harry-favoring flowery, flowing femininity in the Grimshaw designs for men.
So when Harry sees a dress Grimshaw made for a famous Marvel actress, “only a tease”, Nick says, of the evolving look, Harry knows Grimshaw is shifting his aesthetic.
Harry wonders if he can pull off the look.
Or could Grimshaw be looking for a new face?
20) Secretly Dating | Mature | 43615 words
Lottie groaned, looming over Louis with a glare. “If we’re late, Mum and Dad will never let Harry see me – ie. see you.”
It was the first time they openly addressed the fact that Harry saw more of Louis than Lottie on their supposed ‘dates.’ He supposed he knew as much, but it still startled him. “You’ve been setting us up!”
Lottie snorted, cocking out her hip and brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Honestly, Harry. You’re so dense. To be fair, it was at Louis’ request.”
Louis’ mouth gaped like a fish as he jumped to standing position, wobbling only slightly. “Don’t sell me out!”
Lottie rolled her eyes. “Come on lovebirds.”
21) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) | Mature | 95417 words
Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.
Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.
One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.
22) The Healing Song | Mature | 111851 words
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Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.
Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.
Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.
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picking out the name // cnco baby series
still got baby fever, but I wrote this forever ago... haven’t had written anything new. teaching preschoolers online is hard but fun!
enjoy these!💓
Erick
You and Erick both weren't prepared people. You always panicked when things happened, and you were always unprepared. But one night, you and Erick decided to flip through a baby name book looking for a name for your son. "What if we name him after you?"
"You would name our son after me?"
"Yes— no? Picking a name is so hard," you complained. "I mean, it's going to be his name for his entire life. We have to make it something he won't be bullied for, or something that isn't basic and everyone will have that name. I knew like three Hannahs growing up."
"So that's a no on Erick Brian?"
"Maybe," you answered. "I don't— if we decide on naming him that, let's not do it as a last resort."
"What about Elias?" Erick suggested, and once he said it, you immediately fell in love with that name. "My mom suggested it earlier this week, but we both said not to take suggestions from our parents."
"My parents are pushing the name Miguel," you told Erick. And that's when you both smiled. "Elias Miguel Colon," you said out loud. "I think he likes it," you told Erick as you felt your son kick.
Joel
"You know we should probably think of names," you told your husband when he walked back into the living room. "Or pick one in this book," you waved the baby name book you received at the gender reveal party from your sister.
"I assume you picked out the name already," Joel commented looking at the tabs poking from the sides. He grabbed it and sat beside you. He lifted your feet and set them on his lap, and began to look at the names in the book. "We're only having one girl, y/n," he joked.
"It's going to be her name, and only her name. I want to give her something she won't change when she's old enough," you admitted. "Just read through them."
"Okay," Joel responded. "I like this name, but wouldn't it be too weird to have two P's in her initials? Kids could call her PP."
"We could give her both our last names," you suggested. "You know hyphen them."
"While I wouldn't mind that, I gave you my last name, let our daughter have it, too," Joel said, you agreed. "Why is this name underlined?" Joel asked, showing you a name. It was underline more than once.
"Oh, when my sister and I were younger, we talked about our future, our wedding and the names of our children. I told her she couldn't name her daughter Gabriella because I was set on naming one of my daughters that name. She stole some of the names for her daughters, but she never took the name Gabriella."
"I think that's perfect," Joel responded. "Gabriella Pimentel. It's perfect, just like her mother."
"Stop being a cliche," you said. "But she needs a middle name."
"I don't have a middle name," Joel pointed out.
"There's something missing, I just can't think of what. I love the name, it is perfect, but I think it can be more than perfect," you explained. "I don't know how to explain it."
"We should keep looking then, shouldn't we?"
"Leona," you blurted. It was a name you liked for awhile, but Leon was for a boy, if you'd have one. But Leona was cute, and when you repeated the whole name with Leona as the middle name, it was perfect.
"Gabriella Leona Pimentel," Joel repeated with the biggest smile on his face.
Zabdiel
"What are you doing?" You asked, Zabdiel was laying beside you with his laptop in his lap. You looked over his shoulder, and he had names in a word document and website for baby names up. Miguel. Gabriel. James. Matthew. Sebastian. Nicholas. Zabdiel Jr. "We are not naming our child Zabdiel Jr," you told him.
"¿Por que no?"
"I want our son to have his own name," you responded. "I didn't know you were looking up names, I would've had names listed, too."
"You've been doing too much, y/n. You're carrying our son, doing all the work for us to have a healthy baby. I wanted to do something for you two," Zabdiel admitted. "What do you think of the list? I've looked at so many names, but these are the one's that feel right for our son."
You scanned over the list again, and he was right. You could picture your son having at least one of these names. "I really like the name Matthew," you admitted. "Y Gabriel tambien. Matthew Gabriel."
"Matthew Gabriel?"
"Gabriel Matthew?" You said, not liking the way the names were switched. "Matthew Gabriel de Jesús," you repeated. You thought there was something missing from making the name perfect. You kept repeating it, until you switched up on one of the names. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus."
"Eso!" Zabdiel agreed. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus. It's perfect."
Richard
"You didn't do it, did you?" You asked Richard, who shook his head. "Rich, we need to decide on a name before it's too late."
"I couldn't think of any names since you came up with—"
"I want this to be a name we both decide on, or came up with," you interrupted.
"It's perfect, y/n. And that's the only name I have written," he finally handed you the list of names. You two had written list of names for your son.
Isaiah Yashel. The only name written.
"Do you really like it?" You asked.
"I really do," he answered. "It's both of our families in his name. And he's both of us," he explained. Yashel was Richard's middle name, and Isaiah was your father's and brother's middle name, the first male in the family's middle name, but you wanted to be different, and it didn't fit well as a middle name.
"Isaiah Yashel," you repeated. "Isaiah Yashel Camacho."
Christopher
"What about—"
"Yeah, that's nice," Christopher interrupted.
"I didn't even say a name yet," you responded. "Chris, this is important. We're going to be calling our daughter this name for the rest of our lives. It has the be perfect."
"I thought we already decided on a name, y/n."
"I have doubts about that name now," you admitted. "I love the name, but will she?"
"She doesn't really have a say in her name, does she? And if she doesn't like her name, she could change it once she's of age."
"You would let her change her name?"
"We wouldn't have a say, but we have the say now. We agreed on—"
"I know," you interrupted, your hand went to your bump and moved your hand up and down. "I want her to be perfect."
"We're not perfect, y/n. But she'll be perfect to us, and that's all that matters," Christopher responded.
"You're amazing," you told Christopher. "I can't wait to have her in our arms. Our little Jasmine Reign."
"Jasmine Reign Velez," Christopher corrected. You two hadn't fully decided on the last name yet, your family was vocal on the last name. Your family saying you should have both, in case you and Christopher wouldn't last or on the fact you and Chris weren't married, or even engaged. "If our daughter has my last name, wouldn't you think her mother should have it, too?"
"Chris, what are you—?" You finally noticed the ring he had between his fingers. "Yes," you answered.
#cnco#cncowners#erick brian colon#joel pimentel#zabdiel de jesus#richard camacho#christopher velez#cnco preferences#cnco baby series#cnco pregnancy series#cnco imagines#joelswildflower
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Just For A Moment part 4 (Ricky Bowen x Reader)
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“I’m really sorry for taking Joe to the auditions” Eugene spoke as Y/N walked downstairs the next day in the morning. “It’s fine. Everyone loved him.” Y/N said sitting down. “Are you taking him with him since you do come to change,” Eugene asked. “I don’t know. Maybe not” Y/N answer, she doesn’t want to take Joe, where she knew Ricky will be. Even if Ricky doesn’t know her at all. “Oh okay,” Eugene replied as Joe came in running up to Eugene. “Hey, little man,” Eugene said as he picked up Joe and put him on his lap. “I got to go but I will see you two after school when I come to change.” Y/N stands up and kisses both of them on the cheek.
That afternoon, all the drama club went into the bomb shelter. Carlos and Y/N were already there talking. “Your baby is so cute.” Carlos was gushing as Y/N was showing pictures of Joe. The whole day, Carlos wanted Y/N to show him pictures of Joe. “How come I didn’t know you had a baby,” Carlos asked, hooking arms with her. “I just like to keep that part of me quiet.” Y/N answer, “Well you should bring him. He should be part of this amazing musical like his mommy.” Carlos replied. “I don’t know” Y/N started but Carlos got a text. “Ugh no,” Carlos complained just as Ms. Jenn told everyone to sit down on their assigned seats. Carlos showed you the text message than showing it to Ms. Jenn. “Who is Natalie and why do I care if her glands are swollen?” Ms. Jenn asked. “Our stage manager. Guess she’s not coming.” Carlos answer putting his phone away. Ms. Jenn looked around and saw Ricky and his friend going to his seat. “Yoo-hoo, ginger boy. Can you read?” Ms. Jenn asked, walking up to him. Y/N quickly walked her seat behind Carlos’ seat. Then Ms. Jenn and Carlos walked to their seats after telling Red that he’s reading the stage directions. Which didn’t end up going very well, since he was a bit slow but Y/N didn’t mind. Ms. Jenn called a break after a while.
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“Hey Eugene, do you mind getting Joe ready before I came home today?” Y/N asked walking into Eugene’s room. “Sure why?” Eugene asked standing up from the desk he had in the room. “I’m taking him to practice today. Carlos has been begging me to bring him, along with the others from the club. “ Y/N answered sitting on his bed. “By the way, how’s the musical going?” Eugene asks, leading on his desk. “Not good. Our Gabriella and Troy have a history and yesterday afternoon. She yelled at him for not taking it seriously.” Y/N answer. “Wow,” Eugene replied. “Anyways can you make sure he’s ready by the time, I get here,” Y/N asked standing up. “I got you” Eugene answered by fist-bumping her.
When she walked into the house. Joe ran up to her. “MOMMY I READY” Joe yelled hugging her legs “I see that Bubba” Y/N smiled picking him up. “Just like you told Uncle Gene,” Joe said. “Yeah, he follows orders well.” Y/N looked at Joe’s outfit and saw that Joe had a red shirt with white stripes and khaki shirts with his white converse. “Thanks” Y/N heard Eugene’s voice from the living room. “Anyways I should be going, thank you again,” Y/N said smiling and leaving the house
Y/N arrives at the school with Joe walking beside her, holding her hand. She walked to the auditorium thinking they were there. She walked in and saw Ashlyn playing the piano. “Hey“ Y/N spoke, getting Ashlyn’s attention. “ Hey Y/N” Ashlyn smiled, her eyes went to Y/N towards Joe. “ You finally brought your son.” Ashlyn smiled at Joe, making him hide behind Y/N’s legs. Y/N smiled and picked him up. Y/N walked up to the bench and sat down. “Ashlyn met Joe, Joe met my friend Ashlyn,” Y/N said looking at Joe, who shyly waved and smiled. “Hi, Joe. It’s nice to meet you” Ashlyn spoke softly. “Hi,” Joe whispered, then putting his face into Y/N’s neck. “He will come out of his shell later.” Y/N said. “Well, I can’t wait. He’s very cute” Ashlyn commented smiling. “Thank you, anyway what were you playing?” Y/N asked looking at the piano. “Oh, that. It’s...um...Ms. Jenn asked me to compose a song for my character.” Ashlyn answers shyly. “It’s sounded amazing. Why don’t you play some more of your song?” Y/N looked at Ashyn, who smiled and nodded.
Ashlyn started smiling
Seems like a part of me will always have to lose
Every single time I have to choose
Swore that it felt right, but was I wrong?
Is this where I'm supposed to be at all?
I don't have the answers, not today
It's like nothing makes the questions go away
What I'd give to see
If the grass was greener
On the other side of all, I've had and lost
Would it be enough?
Or would I still be wondering?
If I could go back and change the past
Be a little braver than I had
And bet against the odds
Would I still be lost?
Even if I woke up in my dreams
Would there still be something I'm missing?
If I had everything
Would it mean anything to me?
Y/N joined in with Ashlyn, making Joe move away from her neck.
Maybe I should turn around and take the other road
Or maybe I'm just looking for what I already know
I'm just wondering
Ashlyn stopped singing leaving Y/N to sing alone.
Feels like I might have broke the best thing that I had
I said too much to ever take it back
Scared I'll never find something as good
And would I even know it if I could?
If I could go back and change the past
Be a little braver than I had
And bet against the odds
Would I still be lost?
Ashlyn and Y/N both sing together smiling at each other.
Even if I woke up in my dreams
Would there still be something I'm missing?
If I had everything
Would it mean anything?
Y/N sing the last part by herself.
To me?
Joe started to clap excitedly making Y/N and Ashlyn looked at Joe but saw Ricky standing behind them. “Uh...We’re back. Miss. Jenn wants to see everyone in the bomb shelter.” Ricky said looking he saw a ghost, then walking away. “I didn’t know that you sing Y/N” Ashyn spoke as they were standing up. “Just for myself and sometimes for Joe, when he has trouble sleeping.”Y/N answer putting Joe down and grabbing his hand. “Well you’re amazing,” Ashlyn said nudging Y/N softly. “Thanks” Y/N answer still thinking how Ricky caught her singing with Ashlyn.
While with Ricky, he just remembers where he saw Y/N from. Ever since the auditions, he was trying to remember where he saw Y/N from. He learned her name from Carlos, but that didn’t ring any bells. It wasn’t until he heard her singing, she was from that party from New Years’ years back. He remembers that they kissed after Y/N sang karaoke. He was taken away from her singing. Now she’s been here along and he didn’t even recognize her, even if they were going to the same school for two years now. He suddenly started to feel all those same feelings for her from that same night.
#ricky bowen#ricky#ricky bowen x reader#ricky bowen imagines#bowen#HSMTMTS#high school musical the musical the series#high#high school musical#high school musical: the musical ; the series#school#musical
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Ashes (HSMTMTS x Salazar-Roberts Reader) - Chapter 2
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"Ladies and gentleman, just a reminder that the auditions for the musical will begin in the auditorium in five minutes," The words ring from the intercom.
Nini fixes her gaze on her sister excitedly.
(Y/n)'s gaze sparkles warmly. "Let's go!" (Y/n) says and Nini bounces excitedly.
. . .
"People! Make sure your audition number is clearly visible on your clothes!" Carlos yells over the bustle of the room. "This isn't a game."
(Y/n) chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Nini and (Y/n) were sitting on opposite sides of the room - their usual audition ritual. Nini is accompanied by EJ and Kourtney.
(Y/n) leans over her guitar, her fingers gently plucking a soft tune - her usual audition ritual - her eyes closed as her nose points down towards the guitar.
There is a knocking on the doorframe of the room, and there is a ringing silence.
"Okay, theatre people," Miss Jenn, who had walked into the room, claps her hands. "Let's do this."
Then her eyes fall on (Y/n), whose guitar is still sitting in her lap.
"Bring the guitar," Miss Jenn says, then she leaves, (Y/n) blinking in surprise.
(Y/n) puts a strap on her guitar, and she follows her twin out of the room, her guitar resting on her back.
. . .
Miss Jenn stops beside (Y/n), who is sitting offstage, tuning her guitar.
"How long have you been playing guitar?" Miss Jenn asks, and (Y/n) blinks, looking surprised.
"About nine to ten years," (Y/n) replies.
"Well, good luck," Miss Jenn tells her.
(Y/n) watches Miss Jenn with a slightly confused look on her face, but as she goes to focus back on guitar, she catches the eye of a very pretty redhead who is standing in a line to do her audition readings.
The redhead is dressed in a pink sweatshirt with the same shade of pink sweatpants, and her hair is pulled back.
The redhead smiles at (Y/n), her eyes crinkling cutely.
All the breath leaves (Y/n)'s chest and she sits stunned for a moment before she shakes herself.
(Y/n) looks up again when she sees Miss Jenn stop in front of the redhead.
"You," Miss Jenn studies the redhead closely. "You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms. Darbus?" Miss Jenn offers.
"I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes." the girl says and (Y/n) giggles uncharastically.
"Oh, your application says you play piano?" Miss Jenn asks.
"I dabble," the girl replies.
"You ever written a song?" Miss Jenn asks.
"I mean, nothing I've ever shared with anyone," the girl admits.
"I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad," Miss Jenn smiles at the girl.
(Y/n) continues to watch as Miss Jenn reaches Nini. "And how about we have you read for Kelsi?" Miss Jenn asks.
(Y/n) sets down her guitar and goes to stand next to the last boy in line.
Nini pauses, and she glances down at her twin. (Y/n) nods her encouragement.
"Gabriella," Nini corrects. "I wanna audition for Gabriella."
"Okay," Miss Jenn smiles at Nini. She moves on to the boy in between (Y/n) and Nini. "You're reading for Ryan, right?" she asks.
(Y/n) can sense the boy's discomfort, and Carlos pipes up, "I think he'd rather play Sharpay."
Miss Jenn looks back at the blonde haired boy, and he grins. "I love that. That is so fresh."
Miss Jenn takes one more step to stand in front of (Y/n). Glancing back at Nini, Miss Jenn can see the similarities between the two girls.
Studying (Y/n) closely, Miss Jenn glances down at her clipboard.
. . .
"Okay, the last of the Troys," Miss Jenn says as EJ walks onto stage with a basketball clutched in his hands. "And he comes with props." EJ fake throws the ball, and catches it again, chuckling. "Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn tells EJ. "Okay," her voice softens, "what do I need to know?" she asks Carlos, who is sitting beside her.
"EJ Caswell," Carlos begins. "Most Instagram followers. Co-Captain of the Water Polo team. Senior class treasurer. Wakes up looking like that. Doesn't know I exist."
"I hope he can carry a tune," Miss Jenn says.
As EJ sings his piece, Nini smiles, her eyes softening with affection.
"Well, excuse me, Armie Hammer just called," Miss Jenn says and (Y/n)'s eyebrows raise. "He wants his jawline back." (Y/n) chuckles and EJ looks confused, glancing over at Nini and (Y/n), who were standing next to each other. "We're moving on to the Gabriellas," Miss Jenn goes on as EJ walks over to the wings.
The girl - Gina Porter, who had the fancy dance moves in the warm up - sings her piece with a steady voice.
"She's good," Nini murmurs in (Y/n)'s ear, sounding worried.
"We're going together," (Y/n) replies. "You're leading. You'll do amazing."
EJ comes to stand beside Nini and Nini turns to her boyfriend. "Okay, I could really use some last-minute tips. Like, now."
(Y/n) steps slightly away so they could talk.
"And that's why I love you," (Y/n) can hear EJ say, and Nini freezes.
. . .
(Y/n) is walking up to her bedroom but she freezes at her door as Ricky rushes past.
"Ricky?" (Y/n) asks but Ricky doesn't answer, his head bowed.
(Y/n) messes with her doorknob before she moves to Nini's room where her twin was hugging a pillow to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Nin?" (Y/n) asks, moving over to her sister's bed.
Sitting down, Nini collapses into her sister's arms, sobbing against her shoulder.
. . .
"You ready?" (Y/n) asks her sister.
"Any intel on these two?" Miss Jenn asks as the two sisters walk out into the center of the stage.
"Nini Salazar-Roberts," Carlos says, nodding to Nini. "Harmless chorus girl. Usually plays farm animals and trees. (Y/n) Salazar-Roberts," Carlos goes on, gesturing to (Y/n). "Orchestra girl. Plays cello, guitar, viola, and piano. Co-Captain of the cross-country team."
"Okay, Nini, (Y/n)! Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn says louder so the twins can hear.
Nini goes to start, but there are heavy footsteps approaching somewhere, and (Y/n) and Nini pause.
The door at the back of the auditorium slams open and (Y/n) scowls as she hears Ricky yell, "Am I too late? Am I too late?"
The redhead, whose eye (Y/n) had caught earlier, watches (Y/n) as she turns, facing her twin, murmuring something that the others can't hear. The redhead can see Nini relax a little, however.
"We're all set on Troys," Miss Jenn tells Ricky as he jumps up the stairs. "We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas."
"I-I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie," Ricky stutters and EJ rolls his eyes.
"Troy would have arrived on time," Carlos replies, looking annoyed.
"I hope that was ironic," (Y/n) comments and the others laugh.
Miss Jenn turns away from Ricky and back towards (Y/n) and Nini, who were standing shoulder to shoulder, (Y/n)'s feet spread slightly, as though grounding herself.
"Whoo!" EJ yells, cheering his girlfriend on.
Miss Jenn starts, her coffee spilling on the light board.
Electricity crackles and the lights flicker off, leaving the others sitting in darkness.
"Nobody panic!" Miss Jenn calls after a moment, trying to mop up her spilled coffee with a few sheets of paper. "Girls, let's wait for the lights to come back on," she goes on. "I don't want this to throw you."
(Y/n) takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Nini.
"We're not thrown," Nini says, furrowing her eyebrows.
(Y/n) and Nini begin the song, and both Ricky and EJ jump up, flicking on their phone lights and shining them in (Y/n) and Nini's eyes.
. . .
Watching the twins sing, the redhead notices how well their voice complement each other's, Nini's higher voice easily matching up with (Y/n)'s lower voice.
Just as the two finish, the lights flicker back on.
(Y/n) glances at Nini. "Funny how that happens."
Nini regards her twin with amusement, while the others on the stage laugh.
Miss Jenn considers the two in front of her for a moment, Ricky and EJ turning off their phone flashlights.
"Good job you two," Miss Jenn says, looking impressed.
(Y/n) grins at her sister and the two walk over, sitting down.
Nini had plopped herself beside EJ, leaving (Y/n) to sit in between her and the pretty redhead that had caught her eye earlier.
"You, late boy," Miss Jenn calls back to Ricky. "Let's do the Chad sides."
(Y/n) throws a protective arm around Nini's shoulders as Ricky walks to the middle of the stage.
Word Count: 1484 words
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