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sthavoc · 2 months

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౨ৎ🎞️ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x actress!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: you and Enzo are in the same event, meeting each other for the first time, and of course the paparazzi wanted a few shots with you both. Which later led to conversations between the two of you.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: none

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: he looks rlly good in that pic doesn’t he.. but apart from that I hope u guys enjoy this. this is in spanglish bc I just think the dialogue in spanish fits the guys better. also I’m not rlly good with writing imagines. this would be like my first time I publish one so I’m sorry if it’s ass lol. btw i’m sorry if I get anything wrong i’m not uruguayan or argentinian, but I do speak spanish.

Enzo couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It’s not that he had staring problems it’s just that you looked amazing and he just couldn’t believe he was in the same place as you. It was an important event and you both were lucky to find yourselves in the same place.

“Ya dale ve a presentarte boludo.” Juani stood next to Enzo. He had partially slapped Enzo on the back of his head making him snap from his gaze. “¿O te le vas a quedar viendo como loco todo el evento?”

“Callate” Enzo laughs as he glances your way. The cameras flashed on you as you posed and smiled for the pictures. You looked gorgeous.

“No en serio. O te presentas vos o lo hacemos nosotros.” Fran’s voice made both of the boys heads turn his way.

“No me va a pelar.”

“Yo creo que ya lo hizo. Mira.” Juani chuckles racing his brows as he darted at Enzo.

Juani had seen you staring their way with a feeble smile painted on your tinted lips. They all payed attention to how you looked forward to the cameras, giving them all a smile with a wave as you walked the opposite direction.

“No, no. Que viene acá.” Enzo panics. “Que hago.”

“Presentate.” Matias gives him a dull push.

By the time you had reached them, the guys stepped away and began to make their own conversation, leaving Enzo and you alone. Enzo turned around to the guys. He just hoped he wouldn’t mess anything up. After all, it was his first time meeting you.

“Hola mucho gusto, Y/N L/N. Te vi desde lejos y quise venir a saludar y a decirte que vi la Sociedad de la Nieve, y debo decir que me encantó.” You gush with a small smile as you hold your eyes on the man. You extended out your hand for him to shake. Which he did, but he also gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You hoped your lipstick didn’t leave a kiss print.

“Enzo Vogrincic. Muchas gracias. Es un gusto conocer a gran estrella como vos. yo soy un gran fan tuyo y.. te ves muy hermosa.” He was trying so hard not to seem like an idiot right now.

“Ay que lindo. Gracias.” Your lips carved a smile at his praise. You yourself made an effort not to blush. “Tú también te ves guapo.”

“Guys! Look this way!” A paparazzi called for your attention.

“¿Te gustaría tomarte algunas fotos conmigo?” You request motioning towards the cameras.

“Sí , sí. Claro.” He gestures for you to follow first. He somewhat helps you fix your dress as you walk away. As you both find your pose his hand lands on your lower bare back. And of course as the gentleman he is he instantly withdrew his hand. “Perdona.”

you let out a small chuckle telling him it was okay. He partially thought twice but he placed it back in its place when he felt your own hand on his back. Enzo just wanted you to feel comfortable around him. As he didn’t want to weird you out on your first meeting.

“You guys look amazing together!” A paparazzi exclaimed trying to get as many pictures concurrently.

“Hm, creo que les encantamos a los paparazzi” Enzo jokes making you look up at him with a smile. There will absolutely be pictures of that pose.

“Al parecer sí.”

“Vamos, si queres te puedo presentar a los chicos.” Enzo’s hand rested inside the pocket of his dressing pants in a nervous manner.

You of course agreed with a hum, stepping away from the center and walking towards where the rest of the cast was. Enzo tried on guiding you while he motioned the guys with his hands to walk over.

“Chicos, Y/N. Y/N estos son Matias, Juani, Fran, y Agustín.”

“Mucho gusto.” You greet each of the boys. “Buen trabajo que hicieron en la película.”

“Muchas gracias.” They all reply in unison.

“Sos una actriz increíble me veo todas tus películas.” Juani comments making you give him a warm smile, and bringing your hand to your heart.

“Ayy re lindo.”

“Bueno pero y si entramos ya? Cómo que tanto flash me está mareando.” Matias’ eyes shoot a double blink. He also brought his hand to his right temple giving it a small massage.

“Concuerdo.” Enzo nods.

Everyone walked inside the event. First thing that met the group were the LED lights that colored the room and the huge amount of tables that had glasses and champagne on them. Not to forget the decorations. Every single one of you turned your heads to admire the whole room. Enzo who didn’t waist no time hurried himself to pull up a chair for you. That made you release a smile.

“Gracias.”

He himself sat next to you as the boys filled around some of the seats around the table. Juani grabbed the bottle of champagne making a foolish face towards Fran, creating a bit of laughter between the two. Matias and Agustin didn’t last in joining their conversation, and also in taking silly pictures of each other.

“Entonces, Enzo. Cuéntame de ti.” You tried to make a conversation to reduce the quietness between the two.

“Uff.” He raised his brows letting out a chuckle. “Que no se puede saber ya.” He comments making the two of you laugh, you yourself racing a brow tilting your head to the side for a split second. “Pero pues tengo 30 años. Me fascina el teatro. Me encanta tomar fotos, la música”

“Wow. Tenemos cositas en común eh.” He looks at you with a warm smile and a glint in his eyes from the small nudge you gave him. “me encanta la fotografía, también me gusta el teatro y amo la música. Tengo un record player y me encantaría poder ir a una disquera y comprar más discos. Y debo de mencionar que nunca me vas a cachar sin mis audífonos en mis días libres.” A small chuckle escapes from Enzo’s lips at your remark.

“Ese soy yo con la fotografía. Voy a todos lados con mi cámara.” He motions towards his camera, which you hadn’t even noticed. “Si queres podemos ir a una disquera que vi por ahí cuando me estaba paseando.”

“¿Me estás invitando a salir?” A playful smile crept upon your covered lips as you watched how a nervous look arose on his face.

“Bueno.. como amigos obviamente.” He quickly adds.

“Te estoy jodiendo. Claro que podemos ir.” He laughs in relief as he sets his arm on the table staring at the ground. “Sirve de que tomas algunas fotos” You add motioning towards his camera.

“¿Me darías tu número entonces?”

You watched how Enzo took out his phone from his pocket, unlocking it before setting it between the two of you. Your hand reaches for the phone, giving him a small glance with a slight smile. You start to look for the contacts app before you began on typing your number in his phone.

“toma. no me nombres nada malo por favor.” You joke as you watched him create your contact.

“para nada, linda. No quiero que me odies.”

Enzo was starting to come out of his shell, letting out a pet name was somehow a small way of him showing he was getting comfortable around you. He just hoped it didn’t mean too much for you to shut him out. On the contrary though.

You softly giggled and somewhat blushed at the pet name. “odiarte no creo.” His eyes turned their all divided attention to you as he finished his typing and locked his phone again before placing it back into his pocket.

“Pues espero que me podas responder el mensajito.” He murmured as he got closer to you for you to be able to hear him.

“Por supuesto que te contestaré.” You point towards him. “Me encantaría ir a esa disquera y si se puede me puedes tomar algunas fotitos.” He smiles as he receives the silly wink you gave him.

“Claro. Sí. Sería un gusto.” He rests his hand on his chest. “Si queres te enseño algunas que tengo en mi celular.” You nod liking the idea as he takes out his phone again looking for his gallery and the folder where he kept all of his pictures.

“Podes deslizar a la izquierda.” He gives you his phone which already had the first picture set.

“Oh wow.” You were amazed by the simple yet amazing quality pictures he has taken. Some were of cats, buildings, him in black and white. “Son hermosas Enzo. Si no la hubieras echo de actor la hubieras echo de fotógrafo.” You laughed along with him.

“Es algo simple. Es uno de mis hobbies.” He murmurs next to you as he also looked at the pictures.

“Pues eres muy talentoso, de verdad.” You place your hand on his shoulder, your eyes leaving the picture with a light smile as Enzo didn’t tear his eyes off you.

“Y/N! oh my God here you are!” you recognized the voice making you look behind you, and Enzo finally looking somewhere that wasn’t your face.

You found the person the voice belonged to. “Oh, Maddie. Hi.” You chuckled. “I’m sorry I got a little distracted.” You turn to look at Enzo and then the boys.

Maddie’s eyes scanned the whole table as her strawberry tinted lips were opened a jar with a smile. “Hi. Madelyn Cline.” She greeted as everyone waved at her. Her eyes went back to you as she gave you a smile with a knowing look. “It’s okay you can totally stay here. I don’t mind.”

You looked at Maddie then back at the boys and at Enzo. He was quick to speak. “Te podes ir si queres. No hay problema.” He shrugged and the guys filled in into his request.

“Bueno. Disculpen. Pero fue un gusto conocerlos a todos y ojalá podamos un día volvernos a ver.” Each one of the guys got up from their seat and kissed you goodbye as they agreed with you, including Enzo. “Enzo un gusto.” Your hand rested on his arm for support and his on your waist as you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Un gusto linda.” He decided to use the pet name again for a last time tonight.

You turned your back on their table leaving with Maddie as a small smile stayed on your lips. You did hope to see all of them again, especially Enzo. There was something about his vibe and talking to him that made you feel at peace. Like you enjoyed his company.

And you honestly couldn’t wait to get his message.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic fic

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pettydollie · 5 months

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bakugou with a hispanic gf/wife

a/n: 3 posts in one day?? i’m spoiling y’all :3

would try to learn spanish but poor thing just can’t roll his R’s 😭😭

he loves spicy food so like whenever u guys go over to ur abuela’s or smth for a party or holiday, he’ll cook A BUNCH of food as a way to impress them

ik there’s a lot of hispanics with large families so let’s say you have like 9 tia’s and tio’s like me, u have a lot of cousins. he adores hanging out with them no matter the age and getting info abt u that u probably wouldn’t tell him

INVESTED IN THE DRAMA THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY

tbh i feel like he would understand español, he just wouldn’t be able to speak it that well ykwim?

LEARNS HOW TO DANCEEE AAAAAA

bachata, salsa, tango, wtv he learns it

he’s too stubborn to quit trying ofc so eventually he doesn’t look like a scared bird and he actually moves his hips and feet to the music :D

he looks hot while doing it too

watches telenovelas with ur tias/titis. need i elaborate? like cmon he loves american reality tv (i am a strong believer of this) so why wouldn’t he like the latin version?

drinks beers/tequila with the old tios and abuelos

watches sports with them too

say something in spanish to him. he won’t get it at first but if you repeat it as time goes by, he will get it. for example, when you first started dating, you whined to him, “cállate la boca, por favor!” while he went on a rant about deku blah blah blah and he was confused. like he knew “por favor” but what was that other thing?

but eventually he got it lmao

“tranquiló y cállate por favor” “ALRIGHT alright i get it.”

ur older cousin would be like “donde esta huevos chico?” and katsuki be like “tsk, shut up i’ll do it”

#hispanic reader #latina reader #hispanic #latin #latina #spanish #y/n #bakugo #bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #mha #bnha #reader x mha #reader x bnha #𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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from the ground up ! fernando a. x ofc (professional wrestler!canadian!ofc)

“this life will go by in a blink of an eye but i wouldn’t wanna spend it without you by my side.”

summary: weeks after their 15th anniversary, trish and fernando alonso introduced the newest members of their family to the world. f1 twt were also posting about… everything alonso-related, including the names of their kids (in a loving manner)

content warning: mentions thirsty!grid of years 2023 and 2005, literally fluff, long ass names of the alonso kids, pregnancy/birth announcement, crappy spanish translations + taylor/fernando alonso references

note: i can see you lurking and i just wanna say hi 😩 everything’s been a bit of a flop, i know 🥲 there should be some pierre gasly content otw as well- but idk who else to write for (thinking about este and checo atm)

let me know what you think!! send me an ask- tell me what’s going on, etc. enjoy xx

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[1st image: “back in 2013, your husband - f1 driver fernando alonso - started a rumour about your firstborn’s name being seven something words long. you never addressed anything about it despite it being asked repeatedly. then you confirmed that that’s the case after you had given birth to your second child. the youngest.” trish: she’s not going to be the youngest soon enough but yes.]

[2nd: just for the record, our kids freddy and rey have been given at least three middle names. and since they were both born in spain, their surname follows after what the practices tell us. i didn’t honestly want to tell anyone outside our family about it but nando was so excited that he told his grid friends. sebastian vettel’s the one to basically cause chaos and said “yeah the two named their son after their ancestors.”]

[3rd: it became a recurring topic that would show up once in a while. we don’t like making a big deal out of it — our kids don’t need to have their legal papers be published or spread to the public because they are entitled to the privacy that they have now. though the two have been bragging about their names in front of a camera whenever they could. especially when their papa gets interviewed— oh god, they actually tell everyone their full name.]

[4th: “yes! i remember the press conference with him and the kids!” t: i was hoping that it wasn’t streamed live when they had that but what can i do? it’s already out there hahaha. they’re really proud of their name. “would you be willing to repeat what they introduce themselves as?” t: i might as well. so, their names are frederico hugo fernando patrick and reyna severina odette anastasia alonso staedtlander— don’t look at me like that. i know it’s long.]

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amydumas holy shiiii- more godbabies for aunt amy!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso i carried them all for you to spoil them!

user1 what’s up with the names 🥲

user2 what are their nicknames?!!!

thetrishalonso tino and tiago 💕

user3 name inspo?!!

thetrishalonso rubén = rubens barrichello and michael = schumi ❤️

user3 IM IN LOVEEEEEE

lewishamilton oh my god you and rey are outnumbered 😂 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso there’s no need to point it out 😂

carlossainzjr cannot wait to see the chicos, beatrice!! liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso hurry up, tiago’s waiting to meet his godfather for the first time 😉

estebanocon congratulations, trisha and fernando!! liked by thetrishalonso

user4 look at my bestie, getting noticed by the grid crush of the season

astonmartinf1 just found our drivers 1 and 2 for the 2041 wdc season 💚 liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso freddy’s looking forward for the 2032 season 😂💚

astonmartinf1 he’s welcome to be lance’s no. 2 anytime!

fernandoalo_oficial estoy tan bendecido de tenerte a ti y a nuestros hijos 😍 i’m so blessed to have you and our kids liked by thetrishalonso

thetrishalonso thank you so much for your love, mi amor ❤️

[translation: i am so incredibly grateful for my wife and her strength to carry not just one, but four children that i am sure i will love and appreciate as long as i can breathe. freddy, rey, tino and tiago, you will always have a place in my heart. freddy, you are an incredible big brother to all your siblings, and i can't wait for you to make them feel proud when you start your career as a racing driver. reyna, you will always be the best girl in my eyes, don't let other people say otherwise, princess. tino and tiago, you are the miracles that your mom and i have been asking for for years and i am always glad that you have come into our lives as nothing but surprises.]

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amydumas congrats alo!!! i’ve always known i trusted you with trish for good reasons 😉 liked by fernandoalo_oficial

lance_stroll look at tino! he’s just as handsome as his godfather 😎

fernandoalo_oficial eh, you’re not that handsome.

lance_stroll wOW MEAN

sevstaedtlander congratulations nando and trish! their cousins are excited to meet the two liked by fernandoalo_oficial

tillywolff aww 😍 much love from me and the whole pack! liked by fernandoalo_oficial

thetrishalonso thank you tils! we can’t wait to have a play date with the wolff cubs and have you and toto meet the twins!

danielricciardo man you’ve got some balls 🤣 congratulations on the twins, nando and thetrishalonso!

thetrishalonso thank you danny, i can’t wait for your little one to show up too. though word of advice: please don’t refer to the kids as “some balls” ever again 😭

maxverstappen1 me and sylvie are up for babysitting if you ask for it 😉

mickschumacher hell no, i’m watching the alos

charles_leclerc you guys are funny

landonorris the bigger alo kids literally love me. have you been considered a favourite by either? no? exactly.

lance_stroll bold of all of you to assume they’d even allow anyone to watch the kids

carlossainzjr you might be a favourite but me and lance_stroll are the godfathers. so, keep trying nonetheless 👍

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freshlyrage · 2 months

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Running Like Water

Chapter 23

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I’m bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5.1k

a/n: This is a double update, read the previous chapter here!

You found a routine by yourself that week. You spent sun up rearranging the wedding seating in the backyard. That was the only time you and your mother spoke – when it came to setting up for the big day. 3 days until the entirety of Laredo would gather at the backyard your mom left neglected for years. You better believe she hired the best gardeners to trim that monstrosity you all called a backyard. But it was beautiful, you found yourself daydreaming at the altar while you sorted through seating arrangements.

When you were alone in bed you called Javier. He had been working a lot since he took off with you last weekend. Driving back and forth from the DEA’s office. He’d be exhausted by the time he got home, he’d still groan and sigh, removing his shoes with his cheek pressed to the receiver. He was embarrassed by it but there was nothing cuter in this world than his little old man noises. You, on the other hand, felt aimless. The communication between you and your mother had fallen straight to none. Not even her husband sparked a conversation like he usually did in his corny step-dad way.

On Wednesday your brother comes to visit the backyard. It was the first day you decided to not tamper with the backyard equipment. The sun was exceptionally high and splitting that day. Instead, You lie on a blanket, basking in any tan you can before you sport that light yellow bridesmaid dress when the sun was blocked by your idiot brother. A bowl of grapes sat by your head.

You took in a deep breath before speaking. The few days you spent alone, alone reflecting —you decided not to bicker with him for the next three weeks, you knew the wedding had nerves high—you hadn’t brought up your father. Frankly, you’d like to never have that talk again with Frankie. Well actually, you never wanted to talk of that man… ever again.

“Do you mind?” You squint your eyes up at the curly haired boy. God your mother prayed to the lord every night he’d cut that shag off, dios por favor, haz que ese chico se corte el pelo antes de la boda. You sit up and pout as he stands with a shit eating grin. You wanted to kick his ankles out.

He bends down to grab a grape. “I’m not mad at you for all the Javier shit in high school-“

“Ugh!” You groan loudly, ridiculously tired of this topic. You just wished he’d forget it, move on, let it flow or whatever the fuck. God knows you had to, you dwelled so hard on the past you drove yourself away from Javi.

“No-I’m not mad about anything-I’m tired of being a bad brother, i’m tired of letting us drift apart because of mom. So will you get up and ride your bike with me?” He spits, extending his palm out to you. Your heart swells wide in your chest and your eyes double in size. You feel embarrassed to be choked up by your brother being nice for once. Overcome by the urge of hugging your brother and telling him he’s the best brother like you did when you were little (only when he paid for ice cream). Your grin grows wide and you take his palm.

You giggle and hop to your feet. “Let me change.” You look down at your clothing. A bikini with some small shorts covering you, You wouldn’t dare biking around town with your breasts out, no shot. That is something you most certainly cannot do when Melissa Dios Diaz is your mother.

Your brother laughs, running his sunglasses up his hair. You follow him around the side of the house. “No need, we’re all heading to the lake.”

You speed up your steps to keep up like you did as a little girl, your brows furrowing.

“Who’s we all—“

There’s Genie, in a big t-shirt and shorts. Sat up on the same white bike, her hair down in big blowout waves like you remembered. Grinning with the glow of a pregnant woman. How many things have changed, how much has stayed the same. With the sun basking behind her you nearly miss Javier sitting next to her, right on his bike. Cigarette dangling from his lips with a shirt unbuttoned showing the tan mass that was his chest. His lips curled at the sight of you.

Your heart catches in your throat.

You tried so hard not to burst into tears the second the four of you dropped your bikes by the dock. You hadn’t swam at your lake in nearly a decade and here it was, glistening the way it did. There were two small lakes in town, one simply titled our lake, which was… well. Then there was 4 Corners Lake, the lake people like Lorraine went to throw back beers– that one dried up in 1984. Your lake, the lake you splashed around on every sticky summer day of 1978. The place where Javier would stare at your sun freckles.

Genie did not waste a moment before pulling her shirt over her head and jumping in with her fiance's yell of, “Be careful!” You cringe at the sight of a pregnant Genevieve plunging into water the way she did but she comes right back up without a smile.

She whoops, “She’s fine! The water is so refreshing baby, come in!” Frankie laughs and pulls off his shirt as well. Your brows screw together. He hops right in after.

“She?” There was no way, she was far too early in her pregnancy, not even three months. You look at Javier who was unbuttoning, removing his shirt from his shoulders, you do a double take at the expanse of his chest. You never see him like this in daylight, good god, Javier Peña was hot.

My boyfriend is hot.

Your brother emerges from the water, stumbling on his words and shivering. Wiping his eyes and flipping his long locks, water splashing his fiancée in the face. She shrieks and hops on his back. He yelps just as loud and it was like a mirror facing back into your childhood. You never want to be upset with your brother ever again. “Jesus-“ He swears, Genie crawling her neck to kiss his cheek while she clings to him, “She has some weird mommy intuition that she’s carrying a girl” He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something else but Genie tickles him and your brother has now long forgotten your conversation. He play fights in the water instead.

You smile to yourself, fumbling with your shorts. Sliding them off with a quick glance at Javier. Truthfully, you haven’t hung out all together with your new… circumstance. You can’t help but be ridiculously awkward. You didn’t even spare a glance at him while the four of you biked. He was behind you and when you were kids you would look over at him so often you would lose your footing and steer off.

Javier though, doesn’t seem to be too concerned. Who stands next to you and shoots a glance at your bare legs before leaning into your ear.

“Last one in the water owes the other a sexual favor.” In a flash of an eye he slaps your behind and he’s running down the dock.

“No!” You shout in true desperation, it wasn’t because of the idea of possibly getting him off—more so the idea of him beating you in a race. You run right after him. “What are you?! Fourteen!”

Your bare feet slap against the wood and you’re nearly caught up to him—years of lacrosse was nearly on your side, until he jumps in with a yell of “You wish I asked you that at fourteen!”

You shriek and jump in right after him. The cold water shocking your system, you’d attack Genie if she wasn’t pregnant for saying that this shit felt nice. You stay under for a second longer afraid of realizing just how cold it is once you reach the surface. You feel Javier’s calloused hands grope you under the water and you’re delighted to feel him.

You break surface and he parts from you. You wipe your eyes and scowl at him which causes him to grin like an idiot. Shaking your head you splash him, “Jodón”

Your eyes finally adjust and you giggle to yourself as Genie creeps up behind Javi, jumping on his back as well. This is how you remembered her, the sea-monkey that was your best girl friend. Always climbing up someone’s back at the lake. Javi laughs and supports her weightless body. “You two are so cute.” She smiles, resting her chin on

Javier’s shoulder. Frankie groans like always.

This had always been the dynamic, Genie egging on the idea of you and Javier, and Frankie making zombie like noises of disapproval.

“Enough…” Frankie called before swimming slowly to catch up with the small circle you created by the dock. Genie hops off Javier’s back and dips back under water to re-wet her hair.

She shakes off the water on her face. “Grow up, it’s been years we should talk about this. Where better than in the place it all started?”

The sun beams hard so your left eye shuts in defiance, it also shuts because you don’t want this moment ruined by being forced to lie even more to your brother. Javi watches you with concern, his own brows screwed together. He clears his throat, “Talk about what?” His graveling voice cuts.

“About how the two of you were making us all suffer for the past 6 years of will they won’t they.”

You shake your head with a smile, to your shock Frankie chips in with a lighthearted voice, “Well yeah, me and Genie had a bet on who would call the other first.”

It’s silent for a moment, all that is heard is the sound of running water, birds and bugs. Javier nods, his lips in a tight line. “I don’t want to talk about that. If you want to talk about me and Andrea, talk about before I left. I’ve done enough explaining about why I was gone.” There it was, Javier’s typical grumpiness coming through—you couldn’t help but agree. High school, middle school, all the time that he was here, all the time Genie and Frankie were around, they could know about that. Houston, Miami, that was just for the two of you. It was your business, your time, your miscommunication. You weren’t eager to share you and Javier’s six year long cowardice.

“To who?” Frankie asks flatly, it isn’t an attitude yet so you let him slide. If he shows one ounce of attitude about this, you’re ready to drown him.

“To Andrea. Because she was the only person I wronged when I left.” He looks over at you, with a pained crease between his brow. You harbor no more resentment, you just nod, and he knows. Frankie looks between the two of you and his face softens. It’s rare and you nearly smile at it.

“That’s fair.” Is all he says, creating another silence. You feel light as a feather and it isn’t just the water, it’s the fact that for the first time in your life, your brother doesn’t put up a fight.

You smile at Frankie and Genie, “Well! I’ve always wanted you two to just date.” Genevieve beams before flicking some water at Javi.

He shakes his head hiding a smile, “Did you really? You’re still close with Lorraine I mean that’s kind of—“

“Oh please! Lorraine is my friend, you guys are my family. I never thought you and her were compatible—no offense!” The four of you laughed together because it was true, Frankie knew it the most. He’d make a face every time Genie offered to bring her along. At the time you thought he was being a prick, and well, he was, because that’s just Frankie, but she really was only nice when she was drunk. “And… think of it this way, you already trust and know Javier and his family. Imagine having to learn a new fuckface with a new family, and god forbid he could even be a northerner. And the sicko wants to date your sister! I’m not—like pressuring you two to date or anything but, you know, Javier and Andrea are practically best case scenario.”

Frankie narrows his eyes at his wife to be, “I guess you’re right.”

You gasp audibly, covering your mouth. “Who are you!?” You shriek, splashing him.

Javier says simultaneously, “I swear I just saw the clouds part and heaven shine down on me.”

“Oh fuck you guys!” Frankie laughs and splashes the two of you. And so the water fight begins, for miles into the surrounding forest all you hear is the laughs of four childhood.

You hoped that if you ever get the chance to be pregnant, that you would look as beautiful as Genevieve did.

She lies on a blanket right in the center of the dock, basking in the sun in a bikini. Starting right above her belly button is the tiniest bump of life. And boy does your brother annoy you, but there was truly nothing sweeter than the sight of him just staring at her while she rests. His hands rubbing her tummy, she squints at him and smiles, they laugh together.

For a few hours, you and Javier are like fish, swimming around each other, throwing each other, splashing and disturbing the peace with your loud cackles. You decide to take the last 3 hours of sun beams to sit at the dock, back facing the couple. They talk and you can’t hear, so you and Javier converse freely. Hoping they are also in their own little world.

“I hated August, I still do.” You say looking over your shoulder at him. He’s looking at you with those big brown eyes and god you wished you were alone right now. His mustache is still dripping and heavy from the water. He doesn’t respond, instead shifts closer to let you ramble. “I hated going back to school and seeing you like four times during the year.”

He nods. It’s weird to think that before 1980 they hadn't really been at the same school, the summer would end and it was like you ceased to exist for Javier. It wasn’t anything you really thought of until now, for so long your mind could only circle the details of your freshman year in high school. Being at the lake reminds you of middle school and your heart race picking up when you would run into Javier at a game or at church. He lived a different life not made for you every September through May. You can’t find yourself being upset about it but god were you curious what those months were like for him. He could figure what they were for you, they were lonely, isolating times. Sitting at lunch with your English teacher, walking home, reading, and repeating. You cant but ask now,

“How was your freshman year?”

He’s staring at the patch of freckles at the slope of your shoulder, dozing in them like a constellation, figuring out how to answer that question. He clears his throat and sits up straight. “Do you want me to be honest?” You give him a blank face and he catches the wave. “Alright, I got really popular out of nowhere. I made all these new friends, I was kind of shitty.”

“Shitty how?” You tilt your head, you sensed something shifted in Javier’s junior year, your classmates still whispered of him and you know people did double takes when you walked with him the halls.

This topic was like pulling teeth it seemed. “You know how Laredo high school can be really cliquey… like when you accidentally sat at the theater table and the entire cast of Chicago gave you dirty looks all year.”

You laugh at the memory, you didn’t really make enemies in high school of course unless it was with the thespians. “Yes…”

Javier cringed, “I made a joke with my friend that I could hook up with every girl from each clique.” He says it in a hushed tone and looked over his shoulder immediately, hoping your brother doesn't hear, he was just as distracted as he was fifteen minutes ago. Your eyes widen and you stare out into the lake. A weird sting of jealousy coursing through your blood. You weren’t jealous now, no, you felt sad for the fourteen year old you that stayed up daydreaming about Javier all of seventh and eight grade while he was doing… that. You face relaxes for a moment when you’re reminded to relax, to let go.

You smile a bit and look back at him, you see it in his brow he began to panic internally at your silence. “So…”

He laughs, shaking his head, “I feel like this is a trap.”

“No! It's not, I was practically obsessed with you back then– I need to know everything for…” You make a motion of a small person standing in front of you. “That Andrea.”

He looks at you skeptically, his eyes roving around your grinning face trying to detect possible dishonesty.

“I only had actual sex with Harietta on the cheer team and Clara from science research. But you know I hooked up… with a theater girl, a soccer girl, two girls from band, a lacrosse girl –”

“Oh god please don’t tell me you hooked up with Priscilla Villa!” You shriek and he cackles with a guilty face. “No! My god, she was my trainer… okay so that's what you were doing… okay.” You turn away from him and back at the reflecting of the sun that is just an hour away from making the sky go pink, you've spent so many days watching the sunset here as a teen back then you never thought you’d be emotional over something like your lake. Javier is no longer laughing, he sat up straight again with a clenched jaw and a frown.

His own freckled chest expanding and falling slowly, “Do you see me differently?” Its quiet, it’s insecure, like maybe you shouldn’t have asked about this. Like he was embarrassed by your sick prodding, your own chest fills with panic.

You look behind you once more and your brother is cackling at a joke Genie made down the dock. You were safe to touch him.

You hook your finger in the bracelet around his wrist, loosening the piece of string to slip your wrist in between, cuffing–tying the two of you to each other. You fingers slipping into his hand that still dwarfs you after all these years. “No… never. You were so young.”

He nods, “Yeah…” His voice gravels and he clears himself again. “By the time I was seventeen I had been tired out. Probably why I was so committed to the first real relationship I got into.” You never made the link but you knew Javier had been sexually active far too young, you suppose you still had some shit to work out because you never considered the effect that would have on a young boy. “I think about all of our parents, how they married so young. When I was younger I couldn’t imagine giving up my freedom so young, I thought about my dad getting married in his early twenties and used to think, what an idiot. But I don’t know now, I feel like I've done it all. I’m not sure I want to do any more of that.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, but you can’t speak. You can’t, you’re afraid you’ll ask him to just marry you–afraid of being irrational but when he talks like that you don’t think you’ve ever been so sure.

“And I don’t want to start over either, I think doing this with someone else will break my spirit. Starting over, watching you start over, watching you settle down.” He whispers the last part and you squeeze his hand tighter, leaning into his shoulder. “I guess I’m saying that… come November, I don’t think I can bear just going our separate ways.” His voice is the way it always was, almost grumpy sounding, deep but instead with a hint of shakiness. How it sounds whenever he speaks of his mother, or of Houston.

“I’ll write to you all the time.” Is all you can say.

“I’ll pay for your international calls.”

“I’ll send you pictures in the mail.” You beam, lips twisting with mischief. “All sorts of pictures.” His brows shoot high and he looks over his shoulder again.

“I’ll wait for you, I don’t care how long.” He says while looking at Frankie and Genevieve who’s backs were now facing the two of you, the light captured him so perfectly like this. His eyes a warmer honey color and his nose casting the shadow that made him look carved by a higher power. You wanted to frame the moment. He looked back at you, less than an inch away from your face. His eyes fan, eyes looking straight down to your shoulder and he kisses the patch of freckles. Small kisses on salty skin.

You frown, running your fingernails through his hair, your left hand still tied to his. “I’ll always wait.”

You want to say, I’m always waiting.

You untangle a moment after and reminisce on different times, on happier times. Uninterrupted for a bit until you hear the sound of standing and shuffling. You and Javier both turn to see Genie and Frankie standing hand in hand.

“Hey! We’re gonna uh—“ Frankie turns red mid sentence, they’re standing at the doc Genevieve has a blush on her face as well, and she shakes her head.

“We’re going to take a walk. We’ll be back in an hour.” She beams and grabs ahold of your brother's hand and they make their way being painfully obvious.

You and Javier slowly look at each other with a smirk.

“They’re about to bone.”

“Ew.” You groan, looking at the backs of their heads as they slowly disappear.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Javier’s eyes hot on your chest. You suck in a breath, your breasts moving against your tiny bikini top. Javier looks absolutely starved and truthfully, so are you. He clears his throat.

“Should we-”

“Yes.” He blurts, standing and pulling you with him. You laugh and check your surroundings and hold his hand.

“They went that way, we can go over here.”

The sky is almost pink, hopefully you could see the sunset from where you drag him. You walk in front of him with your arm folded behind you, you guide him this time and to be fair you did lose the race to the water earlier. There’s nothing more fitting than a hookup amongst the trees of your lake. Your sandals crunch through leaves as you inch farther into the greenery, no carved out path but you make sure not to go too far. In silence the two of you find a tree out of sight and close enough to home base.

You drop his hand and turn to face him, “So-” He’s already got you pinned against the tree, attacking at your mouth. Kissing so roughly you stumble and hold his shoulders for support. He breaks away and you’re left panting. “Javi-”

But he’s licking a stripe from your shoulder and up your neck, sucking just below your ear. “Taste like salt and coconut, so sweet.” He grunts and drops to his knees. You gape at the sight of Javier on his knees, in the dirt, his nose skimming your bikini bottom that had that unwashable scent of sunscreen and chlorine from a pool trip last summer. You lean forward and nails digging into his tanned shoulder blades. His hands engulf the back of your thighs while his soft face rubs along your clothed mound, inhaling and kissing you. Worshiping you. “Always wanted to see you in a tiny bikini, want to slide it to the side and make you come on my tongue.” He looks up at you, and drags his pointer finger at your folds as they show through your daisy printed bikini bottoms.

You shut your eyes tightly and take in a deep breath.

“I was the last to the water. Stand up.” You say as demanding as possible but truly you were about to crumble. He furrows his brow in protest but you keep your distance, and you switch positions. Dropping down to your knees, your back faces the tree and he cages you in. Your heart races every time it’s up to you and purely your skill to get him off. Even though you have done far less to get him to come in his pants, putting your mouth on him still makes you nervous.

You suppose that’s why it also still makes you so wet. Your knees crunch against leaves, you waste no time palming him like you usually do, he’s hard—he’s been hard all day. Fingernails hook in the waistband of his swim trunks and his throbbing cock sprang out, hitting his bare chest before settling. It’s so red it’s nearly purple. You pout, “Oh Javi-I’m sorry I made you wait so long. Will you let me take care of this?” You widen your eyes like he needs any convincing, brown, wide and glossy.

His throat bobs and he nods, running one hand down the back of your head. “Yeah querida, please-oh fuck.” You give him no time to think straight before you’re dragging the tip of his cock against your sticky lips. Just teasing the entrance you’ll let him fuck for a bit. Your brows screw together and you reach your unused hand down to your breasts. Pinching and squeezing, Javier isn’t sure what to focus on. Javier crowds your hand with his, guiding himself on your lips. “Please Andrea, open up–you're killing me.”

You sit perfectly on your heels, attempting to release any tension he caused when he was on his knees just a minute ago. You’re about to open your mouth when Javier roughly grabs your chin and your mouth pops open by force. You feel your bikini bottoms soaking more at the new harshness in his hold, and your mouth is finally crowded by his length. “Mnmm-” He thrusts the blunt head at the back of your throat. He continues rolling his hips while you attempt to catch up with your tongue, your eyes flash up at him in utmost desire. Being used, letting him use you makes you feel the most in control you’ve ever experienced. You move your hand from your breasts to cup his balls. “Don’t you dare-fuck–keep touching yourself.” He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body. He gravels out.

You nod and make a sobbing noise around him. Letting him go you slip your hands back down your body. Rubbing yourself through your nylon clad cunt, digging your nails into his thigh while you touch yourself through your bikini. His eyes were screwed shut while he rolls his hips against your face until your lips are close to the base of him, you gag. His hand grabs the back of your hair and separates you from his cock with a gasp and a string of spit connecting the two of you. Your cheeks are stained with tears and you look up at his face. His face concerned while he runs his hand from his hair down to your cheek, wiping your lip free of spit. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

He’s being so gentle and your brows furrow. You didn’t want gentle, with a frown you grab his hand and guide it to the back of your head once more, taking him back into your mouth. “Fuck— baby-baby I’m gonna come.” His hips stutter and you relax your throat to take him farther once more. He comes with a moan of your name and a tight grip at your hair that stings. He fills your mouth and all you could do is breathe through your nose while he folds over with both hands gripping the tree behind you.

He softens in your mouth and you decide to part. Swallowing and licking your lips you wipe your eyes free of tears. During your self recovery Javier exhales and tucks himself away. Head blurry, Javier reaches down to stand you up right from under your arms. He wipes dirt from your knees and kisses your hip bone while he’s down there. “Thank you. You’re always so good.” Your cheeks warm.

“I know.”

He shakes his head at your comment and kisses you roughly, pinning you against the tree. You stand on your tip-toes and hold his shoulders to push back into the kiss. His large calloused hands cover your entire waistline, sliding slowly to your lower back—goosebumps rising like it’s the first time. He takes an entire handful of your ass, kneading and rolling. You didn’t have the biggest behind and you surely didn’t have the biggest breasts but he still touched you like you were carved by Michelangelo.

There’s no breeze in this heat, but branches rustle as if footsteps approach. “Mmm—I love you.” He whispers against your lips. A sun sets in your heart, in complete bliss you smile against him.

“I love you too.”

“I fucking knew it!”

You and Javier jump from each other with a gasp. Genie stands five feet away with a thrilled look.

“We-“ You begin, your heart beats out of your chest. “How long were you there for!”

She cackles, “I only saw minor groping and I love you— you guys I’m so excited right now—“

“It’s um-“ Javier begins and his voice dies before rubbing his head.

“No-no don’t explain it to me. I won’t tell Frankie or anything but if you two are serious which you just said I love you so… well Frankie will get over it just you should tell him. Tell him after the honeymoon he’d be too busy being my husband to care.” She rambles as she usually does when she’s thrilled.

“We’re dating.” Javier states and you could burst into flames.

You smile and nod, “We were planning on waiting until after the wedding to tell anyone.”

He looks to you with a smile and Genie squeals running between the two of you and hooking arms.

“Okay, tell me everything. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

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trash-king18 · 10 months

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m pt. 6

this one and pt. 7 are gonna be shorter and again sfw and mostly just for the story but what can i say, im a plot girly. but i promise pt. 8+9 are almost finished just need a little editing and things will start to get heated again soon

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you wake up in your bed..alone. not surprised but slightly disappointed as much as you wish you weren’t. still mostly relieved at not having to talk about what happened last night. thinking about him seeing that made you want to crawl into your own skin. maybe you’d get lucky and you could never talk about it again.

but when you walk into the kitchen on your small island you find a note nestled under a mug next to a hot pot of water.

Cariño,

wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, had to head into work. take the day if you need it, but if you feel up to it please stop by my office so we can talk. I’ll be there until 10.

Made peppermint tea just in case.

So many things about this note made your head spin all over again. the pet name. which he’s used jokingly for years but recently much more frequently and much less jokingly. The tea, peppermint was perfect for anxiety and you always drank it when you felt on edge… and he made it without being asked or told. the fact he even left a note. But one word stuck out more than the others.

talk.

instead of butterflies it filled your stomach with pit vipers trying to force their way out through the walls.

you knew you’d be late but you’d never let yourself stay home after an episode before you weren’t doing so today.

when you got to work you were glad you opted for the tea. every sip soothed your stomach. until.. you saw him. suddenly it was doing somersaults again. He was talking to a random spider person you didn’t recognize, looking very serious as always. As soon as you saw him, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the nearest hallway.

Too late.

“Y/N!”

you hear him call after you but you pretend not to hear and duck into the bathrooms. Now you’re just feeling straight up nauseas. You hear him walk by but he doesn’t call for you again. you wait a couple minutes until you’re sure he’s gone and until you don’t feel like puking your guts out before sneaking back to your lab.

you’re in the back room, which on the outside is labeled as the door to the supply closet, so no one knocks when you’re back there, they wouldn’t think to. Except him.

So when you hear a knock on the door you panic a little.

You try to play it cool.

“I’m busy O’hara come back later.”

you hear him sigh.

“Cariño.. i just need a moment”

you brace yourself before opening the door. you peek past him making sure the main door of your lab are closed

“don’t call me that. not here”

he seems slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised.

he leans against the doorway.

“I don’t want to take up too much time, I just haven’t been able to get a word with you today.”

“yeah sorry uhm really super busy,

(not a complete lie)

im getting close to a new formula for your injections so”

“ah i see”

he pauses for a beat

“did you see the note?”

“uhhh yes i.. did”

“No pressure just when you have a minute.. i was hoping to check on you”

“right no yeah uhm actually you can’t”

“oh..”

“no no uh i can’t i… have to go home early”

“I could always meet you tomorrow”

“No not my apartment, uhm home home… tomorrow is my nephews birthday. I promised him i’d be there in the morning when he wakes up. so i’m leaving tonight as soon as i leave here”

“i see, when will you be back?”

“monday night”

“hm. and… you’re feeling?”

“fine. i’m fine thanks”

your face is burning. you felt so small thinking about all the things he must be thinking about you right now

“well uh have fun, tell el chico spider-man says feliz cumpleaños.”

a frown passes over your face you can tell he’s trying to figure out what he said wrong

“uh yeah i will do that”

he goes to leave but turns back.

“when you’re back.. we’ll talk?”

you just try to push down the feelings in your chest.

you nod.

you can tell he doesn’t really believe you but he nods and walks out. after he closes the door your shoulders drop.

it felt so weird. you’d never seen him like this. gentleness with no mocking or taunting behind it, concerned, his words seemed tender and restrained. it was kind of scaring you. you hated that he saw what happened last night.. but the way he handled it, was like he knew exactly what you needed. even so you dreaded this conversation and you were more than glad to get away for the weekend. plus you got to see your best friend in any universe and your two favorite boys.

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wawamouse · 23 days

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My sister's thoughts on the Oz community pool AU

Busmalis would be the one doing something in the grass… like he’s there doing something that he’s not supposed to be doing. Something not pool related, like digging a hole in a sand pit. Maybe there's a bank next door.

Rebadow is doing old people swim exercises in a full wetsuit

O’Reily wears a little white visor and white tank top and red shorts (the uniform) and eats customer hotdogs. Like, he gives you a hotdog with a bite already in it and acts like it just looks like that then when the customers complain, McManus comes over and tells O’Reily not to stop eating the customer hotdogs, but O'Reily just gaslights everyone and says he's not, that there's no way he's out here taking bites of people's hot dogs. It was actually them taking bites of their own hotdogs. Why would he eat their food? They just forgot. McManus doesn't investigate even though he says he will if it happens again.

Keller keeps lying to Beecher and pretending to be first aid certified

Sister’s Miguel x Chico fic (as recorded by me) (her first foray into fanfiction “writing”)

SCENARIO: Everyone is leaving the pool early one day because there’s a summer tornado warning/severe thunderstorm warning and it’s very windy and gray.

SISTER’S WARDROBE NOTES:

Miguel has a dark-gray tshirt, dark, baggy blue-gray drawstring zip up hoodie, grayish-green khaki cargo shorts, “those sturdy flipflops with the canvas straps”. He also has his swim instructor duffel bag stuff.

Chico is wearing red swim trunks, old white (not stark white) ribbed tank top (“I WANNA SEE THEM SHOULDERS”), whistle (essential). I showed her a picture of season 5 Chico and she decided he has short hair and also his goatee as in s5 (“because we want him to be slightly unapproachable-looking like a slightly creepy janitor. A respectable 53% creepy/shabby looking. If he doesn’t have his goatee, the scenario doesn't work because he’ll be too chiseled and just be instantly hit on by all the ladies and that’s not the vibe here”)

STORY:

The locker room is dark, cool, and cement, with overhead, yellowish lights. One of the lights is going to be flickering at the end (but it’s because of the storm, not because we didn’t invest in the lights. We can’t blame McManus for not investing in the fixtures). The locker doors are going to be a military green and the benches are those wooden ones that are drilled into the ground

Miguel is at his locker with the door open. He can see Chico enter the locker room. We ain’t setting up a jump scare here. This is 2700 Kelvin lighting. Sort of yellowish, like a little bit of an intimate glow color. 😛

He’s putting his stuff into his bag from his locker, getting ready to go. Maybe there’s a straggler child and he says goodbye. And then he sees Chico enter and he’s like “oh shit” because there’s like UST between them and Miguel doesn’t want to deal with it and he’s been avoiding him all day. It’s just coming to a boil that summer. (The storm is a metaphor for their relationship… the weight of intense emotions…. REPRESSED)

So Miguel starts to put shit away faster and he ends up like dropping his deodorant or whatever. It skitters across the floor, taking him further back into the locker room aisle. By that time, Chico has arrived to where he is.

There’s tension as Miguel goes back to packing his stuff up and ignoring Chico, who can’t take the silent treatment anymore. He demands to know why Miguel won’t talk to him but Miguel won’t give him a straight answer, either. He’s just trying to get out before the storm, dude.

When Miguel tries to shove by and leave, Chico grabs his arm and reels him around. Slam! Miguel’s back hits the locker.😳 Miguel drops his stuff and he’s confused but also a little seduced. WIDE EYES, darting back and forth. He’s sort of excited because he knows where this is going, and he wants it to happen deep down. Like, if Chico wasn’t persistent, Miguel wouldn’t do shit about it, either, so he’s glad Chico’s the one making the moves. He was hoping for it 👀

He sort of slumps down a bit, right, because he got slammed against the locker. And Chico sort of kabedons him with his elbow. Not casual, though. Full on locked in. Faces inches apart. One of Chico’s hands is, like, on Miguel’s waist, half catching him after he sort of slipped down against the locker. They're breathing on each other all turned on but pretending not to be while they have, like, a whispered-growled conversation 😗; “You’ve been avoiding me”; “no I’m not”; Etc.

Chico says some kind of accusatory stuff but at the same time he’s saying some persuasive stuff because he’s trying to get Miguel to respond to him. But as soon as Chico says something too forward like “we have something... I know you feel it, too”, Miguel pushes him aside in wordless denial and scoops up his duffel. He starts to head out and Chico like calls something after him, like something inflammatory or triggering—basically blasting Miguel with a truth bomb. He's like “don’t run from this”.

Miguel sort of looks back and his leg hits a corner of a bench as he’s fast walking out of there. He stumbles. Chico, who’s already racing to keep up, end ups colliding against him. They both go down. Chico grabs Miguel instinctively and he sort of falls sideways and ends up cushioning the fall for Miguel, who startles out of his own disorientation at the sound of a pained groan beside him. Their arms are slightly around each other on the ground and Chico looks over smiling after a moment because this is STUPID. And there’s all this sexual tension and Miguel finally can't take it anymore. There's like a huge thunderclap outside and the lights flicker and he leans over and they KISS….. They start to kiss.....

And then someone walks into the locker room and they scramble apart!! It’s McManus, checking to make sure everyone’s leaving. Chico stands slightly behind Miguel, who’s the one who ends up talking to McManus. He's all straight faced like the responsible swim teacher he is, like “yeah, sure, we’ll make sure to get home safely” or whatever sassy way he wants to say it. Meanwhile, Chico’s just been staring at Miguel the whole time with those lovey dovey eyes like... His eyes are glistening, full of love and adoration. They’re still like that when Miguel looks over, seeing all of Chico’s love for the first time. Letting himself see it. And he’s like “damn, I am going home with this man” because Chico’s eyes are just like that kind of enveloping comfort, you know. He sees the rice being thrown at the wedding, or whatever Catholics do. All those potential firsts. He's going way overboard with it, like in the show when he gets convinced of things. He loses his whole mind. He sees his whole future in Chico’s big beautiful eyes. The lazy one, too. Miguel's like wow....

So, then they go to the place of whoever lives closer. It's Kiss, McManus interrupts, they're alone again. They sort of hold hands but also a little like no homo. Their pinky fingers touch in the locker room and then, if this was a movie, there would be a knowing little smile between them.

SMASH CUT TO… Well, actually, they’d go to Chico’s place and Miguel would be like “damn babygorl, you live like this?”. There’s like bare walls or whatever. It looks like shit. Chico’s like “shut up” because they’re here to do one thing and it starts with F. But they still gotta pick a fight or whatever because that's who they are. Then they start slamming each other into walls, just ripping off clothes. You know how it is. Then they fade to black. Fade up from black, they’re both in bed aggressively smoking so we know what happened 😏🚬 [Aggressive smoking motions] And there’s some sort of afterglow macho banter about how that sucked (even though they both liked it a lot). The main thing is that it was Miguel’s first time with a guy or whatever and he’s still got his pride so he’s acting all like "Psh, I don't care" and he’s like “Next time I’m going to be on top, show you how it's done” and Chico’s all like [aggressive smoking motions pause] but eventually he caves because he’ll do any for Miguel, really. Also Miguel said 'next time', so you know it's so on with them.

Fin~~

#text #oz au #others fic #lol sister's first fic of sorts....#she doesn't have social media so she told me to be her scribe #not pictured: the one woman show she performed in the living room while choreographing the locker room slams #miguel alvarez #chico guerra #like Sister is never going to write fic bc she doesn’t have the patience for creative writing #but like still #me: finally some food 😭😭😭😭#I also shared the Invasion of the body snatchers (inspired) AU with her bc i made her watch the 1975 remake with me when we were in oz s1 #altho I described Torquemada and Querns as ppl she didn’t know yet lol #she thought my Rebadow dialogue sounded just like him :)#she said there wasn't enough romantic tension tho and i was like ya the point was the plot in that one #i like that sister also headcanon's chico living in some kind of empty warehouse #like he just does not give off swanky pad vibes #maybe in s6 but we're in s3 rn

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louis-ii-reyes-strand · 7 months

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thank you @birdclowns @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tags today 🖤 I don't have a lot to share (i've had the busiest week of my life probably) so i'm just gonna post the end of the scene from this snippet i posted a while ago from Tangled Roots.

“You need a ride home and–”

“I can get the bus. I’m thirteen, I’m not a baby!”

Luisa held her hands up placatingly. “As evidenced by you getting the bus here all by yourself, well done!”

Carlos glared at her, felt anger buzz under the skin of his upper arms, and felt his core tremble as he curled his hands into fists. He didn’t need to be mocked right now.

“I came to tell you that I can come to your game next week.”

The anger he had been feeling drained out in an instant. “What?”

“Yep, I moved some things around.”

Carlos had been disappointed when Luisa told him about the plans she had with her friends, though he tried not to show it. They had spent hours in the backyard throwing to one another, making up drills to practise other skills, and he wanted to show off to her. Show off how much she’d helped him. Ana and their mom would be there, but they didn’t get baseball like Luisa did, they didn’t live and breathe for it like Luisa did. It wasn’t Ana or his mom who threw the pitch on the ball he broke the shed window with. It wouldn’t be the same.

“But you’re supposed to go to Gabriella’s family lakehouse.”

Luisa shrugged. “There’ll be other times.”

“They’re selling it and this is the last weekend they can use it.”

Luisa shrugged again. “It’ll probably be boring anyway. They already sold the jet skis.”

Carlos threw himself at her, careful not to jab himself in the stomach with her knees or knock her off where she was still sitting on the fence. “Thank you,” he whispered as she slowly returned the hug.

He felt her brush a hand over the back of his head, then squeeze him tightly.

“He wants to be there, you know?”

Carlos sighed and tried to pull away, giving in as soon as Luisa showed a little resistance. He could’ve broken her hold if he wanted to, already strong for a thirteen-year-old, but he didn’t want to. They didn’t hug very often anymore.

“I know.” He scrunched his eyes closed against the tears he’d been fighting since he found out. “But it’s my first game of the season and he promised.”

“I know, Chico.”

“I just don’t understand why he never tries to come,” He confessed in a small voice, in part because he didn’t want Luisa to hear him, in part because he didn’t want to hear himself. “I’ve seen the pictures and videos of him at all your games, or Ana’s dance recitals. Why doesn’t he want to come to mine? What did I do wrong?”

Luisa made a hurt sound and it broke Carlos’ heart more than finding out his Dad wasn’t going to make his game. He did that, he hurt her, and he never wanted to, not really. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I promise you, Dad wants to be there, but his work is important.” She jostled him in her arms, trying to defuse the tension. “And besides, I’m going to be at every game and I’m a much better coach than Dad is.”

Carlos huffed a half laugh despite himself. “You better be.”

Luisa squeezed him again. “I’ll be there whenever you need me.”

It felt like she was promising a lot more than a season of baseball games.

Carlos sniffed. It was too much, they didn’t talk like this, they didn’t make declarations like that. They knew, of course, they did, but it had to remain unsaid. That was the Reyes way.

Luisa let go of him and then hopped off the fence, jogging a few steps so her back was to him, giving Carlos a chance to quickly wipe at his eyes. Luisa had broken their rules, and Carlos wasn’t going to break any more by crying.

“Now,” she said as she turned around. Her eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, but her face was dry. “Do you want to saddle up and head out onto the trail? Or should we go home and work on your ground balls?”

Carlos scoffed, the noise thick with emotion and the unshed tears he hadn’t quite willed away. “I don’t need to work on my ground balls.”

Luisa shook her head with a smirk, eyes flashing with mischief. “You do if you ever want to play short for the Astros.”

Carlos bristled, he would show her just how good he’d gotten. “Let's go home.”

He began to walk towards the gate but a noise from Luisa stopped him. She held the lead rope that had been hanging on the fence up in her hand. “Are you forgetting something?”

Carlos slunk back over to her and snatched the rope out of her hand. She may have helped with how he was feeling about his dad, but he still didn’t appreciate her telling him what to do.

Her laughter followed him all around the paddock while he tried to get [horse name] back in his stable.

Luisa made him thank Tío Tomás before they left even though Carlos had seen him for all of a minute before disappearing into the stable. Then she packed him into the passenger seat of the pickup truck she wasn’t technically supposed to drive and let him pick which CD they listened to for the short journey home.

i'm tagging: @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @theghostofashton (if you've already done it and i've missed it, please tell me!) and no pressure as always 🫶🏻

#wip wednesday #kit writes #fic: tangled roots #i don't know why i feel so awkward tagging people like it's literally the game but it particularly makes me want to vomit today #long live [horse name]#i swear i will come up with one before i post it #i'm seconds away from calling it biggio or bagwell but that might be leaning too far into the astros history #but then i think going down the food theme route is also a bit on the nose #so idk #might just call it jeff and have done with it

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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Lalo overstim and edging headcannons? Thanks in advancee

omg yesss i love me some lalo "fuck me silly" salamanca 🤩

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, dick

call him pharoah salamanca the way he’s the king of denial 🥵

LMAOOO ok but he loves it. he loves getting you riled up, having you writhe in his grasp as he pins you down, sobbing for him to fuck you and let you cum already bc it’s been hours.

stares you down the entire time you beg. if you want something he wants to see you debase yourself to ask him.

he coos to you and strokes your hair while he’s torturing you, giggling at how needy you are. he talks down to you like you're a petulant child. shh, it's okay, he's got you. he's gonna make it all better, you just have to wait.

he’d kiss the tears off your cheek and whisper to you “not yet, chiquito. i keep telling you. we do this the way i want, okay?”

he’s tracing his fingers up and down your cunt. you’re bucking your hips up into him, wailing for him to stop teasing and to fill you up.

"please, lalo, i need it... please don't make me wait any longer... just fuck me already..."

eventually he takes pity on you…

…and then he puts it in your ass instead because he’s fucking mean. 🖤

he won't do it often, but on days he's feeling particularly sadistic, he'll deny your pussy and just fuck your ass. he loves the despair in your face when you realize what he's doing.

"what? you said 'fuck me already'. isn't that what i'm doing? don't be so ungrateful, chico."

he flicks his thumb across your dick, just barely giving your cunt the attention it so desperately needs, but it's not enough. it's nowhere near enough, and he knows it. he's just doing it to taunt you, to tease you with the idea of an orgasm that you're not going to get.

also i’ve seen a couple people say that lalo wouldn’t like sex toys because he sees them as competition. fools. i know the truth.

he would absolutely use toys on you to overstimulate you. vibrators are his favorite because he loves watching you squirm on them, but he's a fan of anything that can make things more intense for you.

i'd imagine him going out and asking you to keep your holes plugged while he's gone. just to tease you all day and make sure you're ready for him when he gets home. :3

when he finally, finally lets you cum, it's otherworldly. he's kept you pent up and desperate for release for so long that when you do let it out, you can feel all the tension and anxiety leave your system. your nerves overload with pleasure and your mind goes blank.

lalo's just enjoying himself when it happens, so proud that he can break you this easily.

"good boy! that's it, let it out, just like that. feels good, no? was it worth waiting for?"

yes.

yes it was.

#anon #ask #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca smut #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca imagine #bcs #better call saul #bcs x reader #better call saul x reader #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #bcs headcanons #bcs imagine

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libertybri · 2 years

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✨💕Bloop~✨💕

✨💕So I'll try to be quick!✨💕

✨💕How would fallout new vegas (Romanced)companions react to their s/o drawing sweet nicknames on their arm?✨💕

✨💕And when they ask their s/o what are they doing their s/o is like “i want everyone to know you're mine~”✨💕

✨💕Sorry if this has been already requested! I thought it was a cute idea! ^^✨💕

✨💕Thanks for you're time! Hope you're well!~✨💕

✨💕-𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁✨💕

I’m so glad my first new vegas request came from you!! Yay!

Arcade

“Uh huh… well you know it goes both ways, right?” His smug statement causes a pen to go flying at his face and Six promptly setting their arm in his lap, claiming they could take turns. “Oh. Uh, I don’t even know what to write–“ He takes a peek at Six’s doodles on his arm to get an idea, but settles with just his name. “Don’t think this means I want us to get each other’s names tatted across our arms… because it doesn’t.”

Benny

“Aw, c’mon! Don’t mark up the Ben-Man, baby. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, ya dig?” He at first wants to push Six away, but after disappointing them, he feels bad enough to roll up his sleeve and let them continue. “The things I do for you, doll. Don’t suppose you want me to wear my sleeve up the whole day, too?” Though his words are sarcastic, he knows he never should have spoken them if he didn’t want Six to make them a reality.

Boone

He silently watches Six after they give their reasoning for writing all over him. They continue to write sweet nicknames they call him and even little heart doodles that cause the corners of his lips to lift only slightly into the faintest smile you could only see if you were looking directly at him.

Cass

“Real cute, Six.” She chuckles, “Now give me that pen! Time to make my mark on you.” She doesn’t wait for Six to hand over the writing tool before snatching it out of their hand herself and pulling them towards her. She writes all kinds of naughty nicknames and small proclamations of love over Six’s arm, along with big bold letters that spell out her name.

The King

“Well babydoll, you know the King wears his sleeves down. I, uh, I could make an exception though, if that were to make you happy.” The smile on his lover’s face was just enough for him to agree to anything that pleased them, even if it meant wearing his sleeves up for the day. He didn’t mind so much, especially if he got to make his mark on Six as well.

Raul

“I don’t think many others will be paying attention to this skin, hermoso/a.” He warns them of potential time wasted, but notes as they continue marking away at his arm. He admires them silently until they were satisfied enough to quit and look up at him. “Looks great! Your turn now, chico/a.” He wouldn’t be completely serious with this until Six hands him the pen and stretches out their arm for him. To which he will then just sign his name in beautiful cursive among their arm.

Swank

“Want everyone to know I’m yours, kitten? Have it your way.” His tone comes off teasing, but he is more than enthralled with Six’s game. After they finish marking up his arm with sweet nicknames, their own name, and doodles, he rolls his sleeves up and gets back to work, proudly showing off the penmanship while working front of the Tops. He doesn’t even mind the weird glances he gets, he was a proud man.

Veronica

“Oh sweetie, I never took you for the artsy type! My mistake then.” She happily stretches her arm out as Six continues on, her simply admiring their work as they go. Once they are pleased enough to stop, they turn to her for approval and she can’t help the big grin that forms on her face. “It reflects you, lover. It’s really cute.”

Vulpes Inculta

“I cannot say this… appeals to me, little courier. I suppose if only the two of us shall see it, then there is no problem.” He is content on making sure the pen-work on his arm is never seen to the public, especially Caesar, despite Six telling him their reasoning.

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ozimagines · 19 days

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Do have any thoughts on Miguel being a parent? Loved your Chico parent ideas!

AHHH yessss! You could tell after Miguel truly understood what it meant to bring a life into the world that he wanted to be a dad.

(Also thank you so much🥹❤️ Love me some Papa Chico)

Miguel Alvarez as a Parent would include…

After Miguel lost his son, he was broken. Broken because he knew it was his fault.

He was seventeen when he got Maritza pregnant. Senior Prom.

At sixteen he was running with the local gangs. At eighteen he was in prison. In those two years there was unprotected sex and drugs and violence. Anything to give him that high.

When his kid is born, there’s a break in the clouds; a reason to change.

Only too little too late. 💔

When he gets a chance to do it again, he does it for his son.

Miguel is not a neglectful father by any means. If anything he’s a little helicopter-y at first.

He encourages his kids into extracurriculars; anything to keep them off the streets.

If they play sports, he’s at every game/match. 🏀⚽️

If they do theatre, he’s got a playbill in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 🎭

Miguel is surprisingly artistic and I think his kids would love the drawings he does on their lunch notes.

He packs their lunch, doesn’t matter who his partner is. (If he has one)

Like season one Miguel wouldn’t do this but season six totally would; his kids have bento boxes and sometimes they have themes or colors for the day. 🧃

Purple bentos with ube cookies and grapes and jelly sandwiches.

Finds exotic snacks and stuff for them to try: different instant ramens and chocolates and whatnot.

“Today’s theme is Egypt!”

Watches Veggie Tales with them a lot. Knows all the words to “I Love My Duck”.

A Snoodle’s Tale always makes him cry.

Keeps a stash of different jellies and peanut butters to make the perfect PB and J for his kids.

“One strawberry and smooth, one grape and chunky, one…”

Kind of a parent who doesn’t mind picky eaters and just rolls with it.

Makes pancakes in different shapes.

“Smiley face coming up!”😭❤️‍🩹

He can’t tell his kids enough how much school is worth.

God knows he can’t help with their homework but he always tries

Gets his kids involved in academic pursuits

Makes flash cards with little drawings; basically takes the classes with his kids.

They’re bilingual too; he speaks Spanish at home to help them

Is a stay at home dad/works from home

When he’s working, he puts on Law and Order, and his older kids like to watch while he works.

Miguel knows all the endings and accidentally spoils it often😂

Gets them gifts on every holiday. They wake up to flowers on Valentine’s Day, chocolate bunnies on Easter, and even cinnamon rolls on Groundhog’s Day.

He just looks for a reason to let them know they’re loved.

Didn’t hear that growing up. His dad was in prison, his mom was kind of a hardass. So he doesn’t want there to be any confusion for his kids.

When they get in trouble at school, he overreacts. It scares him that they might make the same mistakes he did.

“I’m saving ten years of your life. Don’t fuck this up.”

When his kids get As in school, he has a full on celebration at home, even if they’re used to it. 🎉🥳

When his kids are bullied, his heart aches.

He remembers how the Latinos in prison treated him.

“I know what you’re going through, kid. I can’t tell you it always gets better, but you’ll find people who appreciate you, and those other people will kind of just fade away.”❤️‍🩹

If his kid comes out to him (sexuality or gender wise) he’s as supportive as he can be.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, kiddo. But… you’re my kid and I’m here for you.”

He respects their pronouns and their significant other’s pronouns. It may take him a minute but he’s trying.

His kids’ favorite thing to do with their father is the dishes; he turns on loud music and they sing and dance as they get their chores done.

He’s not especially strict, but when he puts his foot down he’s immovable.

His kids disagree sometimes but knows it comes from a place of love.

Unlike Chico, he’s fairly transparent with his kids about his past.

When he has to have the drug talk, he admits he used and it was the most confusing time of his life. He tells them he knows they’re going to make their own decisions, but hopes his honesty deters them a little.

He hopes if he’s honest with them, they feel like they can go to him with everything.

Has a policy where they can calm him drunk and as long as they don’t try to drive they come home without punishment.

Kind of a parent who allows his kids to go to the birthday party but not sleep over. He just gets nervous.

He holds “sleepovers” every weekend night when he and his kids set up the living room with snacks and pillows and blanket forts and watch movies all night.🎥

Goes to classes as an adult to get his GED/degree. He just wants his kids ti be proud of him.

And they are. His kids brag about him all the time. How their dad beat drugs and prison. How their dad survived.

“Youre so hard on yourself, daddy. We’re proud of you.”🥰

His mom loves her grandkids. She’s an intimidating abuela but she loves those damn kids.

When they get sick, Miguel takes off work and stays with them all day. He makes them chicken soup, looking up a recipe on his phone, plays Disney movies all day no matter how old they are, and gives them snuggles when they have a fever.

He adopts a dog for them and names her/him Julie/Donald.

The dog eats like a damn queen/king, and he enjoys preparing fun pupp-reciation treats for her/him.

When his mom offers to watch the kids while he goes on vacation, he spends the whole time calling home and asking about them. 😅

Like Chico has the Tickle Police, Miguel has Boo Boo Bear; a cheap stuffed bear he cut open the backside to and stuffed an ice pack in. 🧸

He tells people as long as his kids are healthy and happy, he’s happy.

When his kids accomplish anything, he’s in the audience, and they thank him.

They thank him for all the hours of care he’s given them.

The unconditional support.

“My Dad is my biggest hero, because he really truly did get out of Oz.”❤️❤️❤️

Bonus: When his kids are old enough to date, Miguel is actually really nice to their significant others. Like, he’ll invite them for dinner, learn things about them, and tell them to call him Dad or Mr. Miguel.

#hbo oz #oz meme #miguel alvarez #second chances #more of an emotional dad than Chico #cares just the same #I definitely didn’t have a boo boo bear as a kid #no sir

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cantaloupe-draws · 3 years

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El Chico del Apartamento 512

Irl! Quackity x Female! reader

Summary: Nothing interesting ever happens in the apartment complex you live in. It’s the same old routine for you. Constantly turning down your neighbor and heading too and from your apartment. Well that’s up until you meet the very cute boy that lives in apartment 512 that you can never seem to gather the courage to talk too. To make make matters worse, he shows up to the cafe you work at

Switches from Reader’s s POV to Quackity’s POV at the very end

Genre: Song fic, fluff, somewhat cafe trope, strangers to lovers, crushes

Warnings: use of Quackity’s real name, creepy neighbor, cursing, and I think that’s about it

Song :El Chico del Apartamento 512 by Selena

Lyrics are in bold

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Every day is the same down the corridor

Every day it’s the same old thing. I pass the same old doors as I make my way towards my own at the end of the corridor. Counting the room numbers as I pass.

“508, 509, 510,-“ I count and but as soon as I reach room 511 the door suddenly swings forward and I’m greeted by both a whistle and Chad, my neighbor.

“Y/n baby I keep on waiting for you to go on a date with me like you promised,” Chad said as he stood in front of his door frame, right arm resting on the door. “I need to show you around town,” he said with a smirk as he rested his face on his fist.

I scoffed as I moved away from him, “The only thing you need right now is an urgent shower. You stink like a pig and it’s absolutely disgusting. Besides, I never promised you anything” I said, trying to continue on my way, but Chad just kept getting more and more persistent with every rejection. His nagging was getting annoying.

“Come Y/n I’ll take you to this bar across town, I’ll even pay for your drinks” he kept persisting.

You would think that any decent guy that’s asking you out on a date would obviously pay for them himself. It’s a given but this is Chad we’re talking about. I was sick of his terrible date ideas and I had to face him once again.

“Listen, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this and how many times I’ll have to repeat it but, I don’t want to go on these stupids dates with you,” I told him as I rejected for what seemed to be the millionth time. And as soon as I said that the door beside us swung open.

Out came a young man wearing a navy blue cap that was covering almost the entirety of his hair but still managed to expose small tufts of dark brown hair from the sides. He looked up at the predicament Chad and I were both in and I was able to get a good look at him.

He had almond-shaped eyes that were a dark brown color and had various beauty marks scattered around his face. He was attractive. Very VERY attractive. Oh no I’m in deep shit, I thought to myself as I quickly turned away when I felt that I was staring at him for too long. He turns away from us and heads towards the elevator doors.

I stayed stunned for a few moments then turned to face Chad again, completely red in the face, dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words. But before Chad could get another word out I quickly rushed to my apartment and leaned my back against the door once I got inside. My heart is beating fast and my chest feels tight and constricted. I quickly got myself a glass of water from my faucet and though it helped with my fast heart rate, it didn’t help the butterflies swarming around in my stomach. It might sound crazy but I think I’ve just met the man of my dreams.

Ever since then, I’ve made sure to take my sweet time walking down the corridor in hopes to see the cute boy from apartment 512 again. I’ve gone as far as to purposely make small talk and fake my interest in Chad in hopes to see him once more.

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The boy from apartment 512 the one who makes my poor heart beat fast.

I walked into the elevator quickly pressing the button towards the first floor when I heard someone yell “HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!”

Loud footsteps came barreling towards the elevator. The yell of itself was enough to get my blood pumping but, to make matters much worse it was the cute boy from apartment 512 who was coming towards me.

“Thank you so much,” he said out of breath once he got inside. He offered me a smile of gratitude as the elevator doors closed. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a cap this time but, instead he was sporting a grey beanie with red and blue stripes.

‘He’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life’ I internally screamed to myself.

“Yeah, no problem” I responded quietly in hopes I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.

Even if there weren't more than two pieces of dialogue uttered between us, it was enough for my heart to beat faster than the speed of light.

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The boy from apartment 512 who causes me to stutter like I've never done before.

I was manning the cashier station at the cafe I worked at. It was filled to the brim with people who were either typing away on their laptops or having a conversation with their friends.

But on this day, I had finally learned his name.

The busy atmosphere had me tackling customers' orders from left to right, “Hello, may I take your order?” I said as the next customer approached me.

But surprisingly enough, I was greeted by a familiar face.

The cute boy from apartment 512.

“Yes, hello I would like a caramel macchiato please,” he said and I felt my face go red instantly.

Oh my god, it’s him again, I thought as I knew that my brain would start to scramble once more. “O-of course. Coming right up, n-name?” I asked him as I completely stumbled on my words.

“Alex,” he said, “Okay A-Alex your name will be called out when your order is ready,” I tell him as I continue on with my work.

My coworkers had never seen me lose composure like that. It was clear that they would never let me live this down but even if I made a complete fool of myself in front of him, a huge part of me also just wants to keep talking to him both night and day.

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But today I have finally truly decided to confess my love to him

I mentally prepared myself for the next time I interacted with Alex. I’ve finally decided that the next time I would run into him, I would finally ask to get to know him better in hopes that one day friendship will blossom into a wonderful relationship. A giddy laugh escaped me as I thought of the idea.

The cafe was busy as usual, with the same groups of people coming in. As it hit peak rush hour the line of customers just kept getting longer and longer and I was attempting to quickly attend to them to the best of my ability. Somehow, this was not enough to deter the feelings of butterflies in my stomach.

I knock on his door and I get goosebumps,

a blonde answers the door and my heart breaks

As I heard the bell above our door ring once more I raised my head and saw him, Alex. He was holding the door open for a woman as she walked in. They stood close together as they waited in line. This might seem like a bit of an exaggeration but when I saw them conversing together waiting in line the butterflies that were once fluttering disappeared and were replaced with dread. As my heart dropped, I realized that one thing was wanting to be friends with him but, that doesn’t change the fact that I had grown feelings for him. If he’s in a relationship then, what now? I felt lost as to how to handle this.

As the line in front of me kept getting shorter and shorter, I was becoming anxious as his turn was approaching. Though as it was almost the pair’s turn to order, Alex suddenly turns around and leaves the line and when his turn arrives he still wasn’t there. Despite this, I still went ahead and tended his apparent girlfriend.

I truly felt my heart breaking into pieces when suddenly she asked:

"Were you looking for my brother?"

“Hello, may I take your order?” I asked her, “Yes, can I have a vanilla latte please? But um, can we wait a couple of minutes for my brother? He went to the restroom and didn’t tell me his order,” she asked. Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, this was his sister. I’m so dumb, how could I’ve not realized the resemblance between them?? “Yeah that’s no problem” I finally responded.

Soon enough Alex came rushing towards his sister, “I’m so sorry for the wait” he said once he reached the both of us. “Just hurry it up. I’ll be waiting for you at the table” His sister said as she turned her back to the both of us.

Turning my attention to him as I rang up his order he then speaks up “You’re one of my neighbors aren’t you?” He asks me with a grin. I stop in my tracks as if I’m a deer in headlights.

“Yeah I am actually” I smile at him trying to muster enough courage to continue our conversation.

“I thought so, you were the one who held the elevator door for me the other day right? Also, the one who was yelling at my neighbor.”

My face instantly goes red as I thought back to the first time I met Alex. “In my defense he deserved it. He’s been harassing me ever since I’ve moved in” I shudder at the thought of Chad.

“Yeah I’ve realized that he really is a douche, he enjoys banging on the damn walls at three in the morning” he said as we laugh together at the stupid things Chad has done.

“Okay, okay you’re order will be out shortly,” I tell him with a smile, feeling my heart skip a beat. But Alex doesn’t move from the line.

“To be honest the whole reason I even came here wasn’t really for a drink or anything.” He said gazing towards the floor and rubbed the back of his neck.

“This might be a bit sudden because we’ve barely met but I wanted to actually ask you for your number since you seem really nice and you’re very pretty. If you’re not interested then that’s fine, I’ll just take my drink and go” Alex said sheepishly.

After I heard these words I found myself dumbfounded. At a complete loss for words. ‘DID HE JUST SAY THAT??? HOW DO I RESPOND???’ and from there my mind was absolutely speeding to the point where I just stood there. ‘HURRY UP AND DO SOMETHING!!!’ I yelled at myself, but yet still nothing managed to escape. Alex began to fidget more and more playing with his hands as I just stood there without a response.

“It’s okay, I’ll just go now.” Alex quickly said leaving.

—

Alex’s POV

‘SHIT. FUCK. MOTHERFUCKER. STUPID IDIOT.’

I cursed at myself while I walked towards my sister. Laying my head on the table, covering it in utter embarrassment.

“That didn’t go well, did it?” My sister said while casually scrolling through her phone. “And here you were boasting about how much of a smooth talker you were. You sir, just got rejected.”

“Will you shut up?” I groaned at her not raising my head. I’m already embarrassed out of my mind and she is not making it any better.

“Fine fine, you big baby I’ll go get our drinks and then you can go home and cry.” She said standing up as our orders were called.

‘God, why did I think it was a good idea to bring my sister along? How had it not crossed my mind? I hadn’t even given it a second thought as to what I was gonna do if I did get rejected. And to make matters much worse I just got rejected in front of my sister. I will never hear the end of it at family reunions. I’m already mentally digging my grave when I heard my sister come back.

“I think this one is yours” She said as she placed my drink in front of me. I raise my head slightly so I would be able to see what was in front of me. I looked at my cup as it said:

‘To the cute boy from apartment 512’

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx -Y/n’

—

A/N- So this is the first time I’ve ever wrote fan fiction before, I mainly stick to drawing so please excuse any mistakes I tried my best. But I hope you liked it over all. Also the lyrics in English don’t make as much sense as they do in Spanish, and it’s was bugging me so if they seem a bit odd you know why.

A special thanks to @tofuyami she really helped me with the brainstorming and editing process <3

@hungoverhellhound @cherrysirin @tofuyami @nealocus @struggling-with-time @bugsinmycoldsoup @venusacrossthestars @galaxygnf

Also stand Selena always -🍈

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Elevator Encounters – (Peter Parker x FemLatina!Reader)

A/N: This started as a joke between me and Val but if you guys want more... I wouldn’t mind it -Danny.

Words: 1,977

Warnings: Annoying men.

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Listen to: ‘El chico del Apartamento 512′ -by Selena Quintanilla

‘Cada día es igual por mi pasillo

Nunca llegó a mi puerta sin oír el chiflido’

It’s almost the end of the semester and school is kicking your ass. Your back is sore from all the weight you’ve been carrying on your back, your head hurts from the lack of sleep, and you’re definitely not in the mood to be dealing with your neighbour, who thinks you’ll fall in love with him if he continues to yell compliments at you from across the hall.

‘De un chavo que me dice que me está esperando

Lo que él debería hacer es ir y darse un baño’

You put on your earphones to pretend and avoid making eye contact, your gaze is glued to the screen of your cellphone, although you’re just playing with the notifications bar while waiting for the elevator doors to open. But Oscar never gives up that easily. You see him approaching out of the corner of your eye and you groan internally.

“Good morning,” He pulls out one of your earphones gently. “How we doing today?”

‘Y un aburrido me detiene otra vez

Y yo le finjo interés’

“It was okay before you showed up,” You reply without looking up at him. “Now it’s downright awful.”

Oscar laughs, he takes everything you say as a compliment even when it’s a blatant insult.

“Now, that won’t do. I can’t leave my girl while she’s upset, right?”

“I’m not your—”

“How about you come with me and we spend some quality time at my place?”

“Oscar, por favor,” You scowl, tired of his antics. “Boy, you’re like seven years older than me, I’m not into that shit.”

He starts to complain about how you never want to give him a chance, that he’s still on the younger side of his twenties, but you stopped listening as soon as the elevator opens in front of you.

‘Cuando de pronto sale del ascensor

La imagen de mis sueños

Él que yo quiero para mi dueño’

The boy looks up as he steps out, he sees you there and smiles a little.

“Hi!” He says brightly.

“Hi,” You say a bit clumsily after being taken by surprise.

You have no idea of who this kid is, no name, no age, nothing. All you know is that you’ve been crushing on him since you moved into the apartment across from his.

You continue to hear Oscar’s voice in the background when you enter the elevator, but you don’t understand a word of what he says, your eyes remain on the younger’s boy back and his curly brown hair.

All it takes for you to melt around this stranger is a greeting. That’s all he’s ever said to you, actually. “Hi”, “Later!”, and on one occasion “Oh, sorry” after he bumped into you outside his door when you were both leaving late for school.

‘El chico del apartamento 512

Él que hace a mi pobre corazón saltar’

Anyone that’s ever been at your place knows about your crush, your siblings know, your parents know, hell, that one kid that went to your house for a school project knows! Not that you spend every waking moment talking about him, but for some reason, he seems to always run into you at least once a day. Not that you’re complaining, though.

You’ve tried to talk to him once or twice, but you have been in this building for barely three months, besides, you’re too shy to think of something interesting to say without being too obvious.

He doesn’t seem like the type to make fun of you, he’s so cute and sweet so you’re sure he must have a bunch of people asking him on dates all the time, and the thought of being someone else on his list is kind of embarrassing.

‘Es él quien me hace tartamuda y más

Es en quien yo pienso y sueño noche y día

Él, solo él’

“I say you knock on his door and shoot your shot,” Your sister tells you. You both are struggling with the grocery bags, arms full. “What’s the worse that could happen? Maybe he’ll tell you ‘Sorry, I’m gay’ and then that’s it, but at least you’ll get over your crush.”

“I can get over my crush anytime,” You grumble, elbowing the elevator button so you don’t have to climb the stairs.

“You’re such a liar,” She chortles. “I’ve seen your Spotify playlist, you know?”

“Shut up.”

“And one of the songs... ¿cómo se llama esa?” She snorts. “You know, the Amor prohibido murmuran por las calles—˝

“Amor prohibido, babosa,” You roll your eyes. “¡Y esa ni es la canción! Can’t believe you don’t know your Selena lyrics, you’re an embarrassment...”

“No no, I got it!” She laughs, nudging your side so you don’t interrupt her. “Y un viejo me invita ‘chica, ven a verme’—Y le digo que no me caen los viejos raaabos verdes! Y camino a mi cuarto muy lentamente—Con la esperanza de veeerlo...”

Your sister continues to sing, you laugh at the way she gets lost in the song, eventually you join her and forget you even called for the elevator while you make your little show in the middle of the corridor.

“El chico del apartamento cinco doce!” Both of you dance clumsily, trying to keep the paper bags firmly held so you don’t drop the food. “Él que hace a mi pobre corazón saltar! Es a quien le hago cartas noche y día—Que nooo puedo entregaaaar!”

You’re being so loud and obnoxious you don’t even notice the person walking in and stopping abruptly at the sight of you. It’s not until half a second later that you turn around laughing your ass off that you see your neighbour, amusement written all over his face.

Your own smile fades and your sister stops singing, the boy chuckles lightly and stares at you both briefly before walking away.

“Sorry to interrupt!” He apologizes over his shoulder. “You guys sound great, by the way!”

When he walks out of the building you let out a whine.

“I hate my life!”

“Get in, andale,” Your sister pushes you inside the elevator. “He probably thinks you’re cute now—And funny!”

“I’m a clown,” You pout. “That’s what he thinks. Please, kill me.”

It’s not after a week that you see him again on a Friday night. You’re just coming back from a study session with your best friend, your keys are lost somewhere in your bag and you hear loud voices coming from the stairs. You hope is not Oscar and turn your back to face the elevator completely.

You recognize his voice the instant he steps into the lobby. He’s being accompanied by a girl, and for some reason that makes you want to cry even though there’s no reason for you to be upset about it.

“I promise I’ll send the rest first thing tomorrow morning.”

You stop searching for your keys and press the button of the elevator with a shaky hand. You can’t look at him after the humiliation you went through last week.

“I really want to believe you,” The girl sighs. “But you suck at being organized, Peter.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Peter. That’s his name!

“You know you love me,” He says teasingly.

Shit.

Perhaps he’s saying that in a friendly way?

No! Stop being a creep, you have no clue of who he is and what he likes. He’s not yours to keep.

Peter turns around once the girl leaves and notices you’re there. You curse the elevator, it always takes ages to come down to the first floor and right now you’re considering running up the stairs even if you die halfway.

“Hey,” He speaks, his voice light and happy.

You grimace but turn around anyway, smiling a little.

“Hi,” You respond. “Er... Peter, right?”

God, it feels so good when you say it. It’s such a cute name!

His face lights up, he steps closer towards you.

“Peter Parker,” He reaches out to shake your hand. “What’s yours?”

“Y-Y/N L/N,” You respond.

Your hand hesitates, but it feels as if an invisible magnet forces it to connect with his. His skin is warm and soft, and you love the way your hands look together.

“You moved in recently, right?”

“Yeah, my dad got a new job and we had to move closer to where he’s working now.”

“Cool,” His smile widens. “How’s your sister? Haven’t heard you sing in a while...”

“Oh god, please let’s not talk about that.”

He laughs, but it’s friendly and not at all meant to be teasing. The elevator finally opens and you walk in, Peter follows you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, your voice is nice!” He compliments you.

Oscar would never have the sweetness his voice holds in each word that comes out of his mouth. You wonder if his lips taste the same, the idea makes your cheeks go red and you look away from him to hide it.

“I think you should go check your ears, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t have to be nice, I know I’m a terrible singer, my mom says so all the time.”

Peter is beaming, this is the first time he gets to have you all to himself, finally able to have a conversation with you. He’s so sad when you finally reach your apartment, he’s got no clue of when he’ll see you again, but he silently begs for you to ask for his number or his Facebook. Hell, he would give you the digits of his credit card if you asked.

‘Pero hoy por fin me he decidido de veras

Todo mi amor a confesarle’

Your mother hears voices outside the door and sees you talking with Peter. She opens the door so abruptly you two jump away in surprise.

“Hola!” She exclaims, a huge smile adorning her features. “You’re the boy from across the hall, aren’t you? Come in! Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“¿Te gustaría quedarte para siempre?” Your sister yells from the living room.

Peter laughs loudly at this, you look at him in alarm.

“No, gracias,” He responds with a clumsy accent. “Tía May me espera...”

He can speak Spanish!

Oh, shit. He understands Spanish.

You’re going to kill your sister.

“I’ll be inside in a moment, ma,” You grab the door and close it. “Y más te vale no espiarme Y/S/N!”

Peter chuckles again, although this time he doesn’t fully understand what you said.

“So,” You start shyly. “I’ll see you around?”

“Sure,” His hand shakes yours again, and he cringes at the action. God, he’s such a damn nerd. “It was nice to officially meet you.”

“Same goes to you...”

You don’t know what makes you say it, probably the fact that he dared to speak a little Spanish in front of your mother convices you that he’s worth the embarrassment of looking like a fool for a second.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but... can i ask for your number?”

“Oh—Yes!” He replies, perhaps a bit too loud for his own good. “Yeah, I mean, it’s fine... if you want to.”

You give him your phone so he can add it to your contacts and you do the same in his. You see he wrote “Peter Parker” with a heart next to it.

What a smooth, sickeningly sweet bastard.

“Alright,” You’re so happy you’re practically glowing. “I’ll text you later, then.”

“Sure, maybe to arrange a movie night—I mean, if you like the idea, it’s just that I organize movie nights at my place every week and my friends come all the time—like MJ, you met her like ten minutes ago, she’s a friend. We’re friends.”

He has no idea of what he just said out loud, but you laugh, so he stops caring about it right away.

“Movie nights sounds amazing,” You reply trying an failing to control the pounding in your chest. “Have a good night, Parker.”

“You too, Y/N.”

You both enter your homes, your sister and your mother are waiting for you in the living room.

“So?” They ask in excitement.

“Familia, me les caso,” You state.

Meanwhile, Peter enters his own house and rushes over to his Aunt’s bedroom where she’s comfortably reading. She looks up and raises a brow.

“What’s going on, you look all red...”

“I got her number, May,” He smiles.

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Mexican! MC and the brothers catching them singing and dancing to mexican music

@iiceleste so sorry this took a while but here you go!

(Older bros only)

The brothers were all at the diavolo's palace since beel had eaten multiple columns again and Barbatos refused to let them go with out punishment. So now the brothers are helping the butler with some spring cleaning. Since you were human and the castle was filled with cursed dangerous objects you were exempt from the punishment. Also you were the only one that attempted to stop beel was also on your side. You decided to start cleaning your room, opening the windows you started playing your cleaning playlist. Unfortunately for you a certain brother came home early seeing you sing and dance while cleaning.

Lucifer (El último beso)

He had the biggest headache in the world. Not only was he getting pulled away from his paperwork he's having to help corral his brothers who still refused to listen to him.

When he stepped into the HOL he heard a baritone voice singing, it couldn't be yours.

Si me hubieras dicho que era, Aquel nuestro último beso, Todavía estaría besándote

Did your voice match Vicente's? Absolutely not, but did that stop you you from singing along with him? No, no I did not.

Lucifer's eyes softened as he watched you in your door way. Your hair push out of your face and you in an old t-shirt and boxers and sock on. You were still the most attractive being in the three realms to him.

Lucifer was smitten listening to you sing a love song in your native tongue. He could almost imagine you singing it to him. Which made him flush deeply and his heart to react wildly to it.

The unholy screech you let out when you turned around and saw him there snapped him out of his daydreaming. He smirked as he played off his flushed face.

Did he buy some of the record of that song? Yes, but only because he plans to serenade you one day

Mammon ( El Chico del apartamento 512)

Mammon had snuck away from the palace because what if something happen to you while everyone was gone? Well you didn't have to worry anymore the great mammon is here!

He blinked as he watched you dance around the with broom, twirling around without a care in the world, laughing freely with the song. Yes, he did take some pictures but don't worry it's only for his eyes only!

El chico del apartamento 512, El que hace a mi pobre corazón saltar, es a quien le hago cartas noche y día

Huh?? Who's make your heart do what??? Writing cards to who?? You're not supposed to be writing card to no one but the great mammon! No one is allowed to do that to your heart! He refuses to let it happen!

Mammon tackles you down bombarding you with questions. Who's that guy you're singing about? There no room number here in the house of lamentation! You better not be going off liking anyone else! He won't let you!

When you explain the song to him, he calms down a bit. And he helps you finish cleaning your room in exchange for hiding from lucifer in there.

The next day you see a number plate on mammon's room with 512 with a letter slot installed in his door

Levi (cumbia de la cobra)

Levi just finished his list as fast as he could so he could come back and play his games honestly, he didn't expect you to be playing music this loud though

Wait, the beat is pretty familiar, are you playing dance dance revolution?!?! That's one his favorite human world games! He rushes up the stairs to your room only to find you dancing bopping along while hanging up your clothes

If he was lucifer or satan he could just easily just dance with you.... but he's him and he's sure you wouldn't want to dance with an otaku like him....but maybe you would? He knows the steps hopefully it's the same as the game.

In the middle of one of your spins levi pulls you close to him red faced and sweating as he dances along with you. You just smoothly start dancing with him, you're surprised that he even knows how to dance cumbias. Levi stutters out that he only knows because of dance dance. You tell him he should go out dancing with you but he says no but he'll make you a playlist and maybe you two could have a dance ....just the two of you?

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 17

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“We should get champagne or something, to celebrate,” Scully says, her eyes roving over the menu.

After three weeks of rehab, Teena Mulder has finally been able to move home, though she’s under the constant care of an in-home nurse. Knowing that she’s back in her own space, no longer the medical setting that made her miserable, is a huge weight off Mulder’s shoulders. This is why they’re out to dinner, celebrating a hopeful return to what feels like normal.

“Only if you’re driving home,” Mulder replies playfully, “you know what bubbly does to me.”

She gives him a flirtatious smirk. “Yes, I do.”

“Dana?” someone calls out, and they look over to see two women. One is tall and slim with light olive-toned skin and brunette shoulder-length hair. The other is significantly shorter, Latina, with thick hips and an ample bustline, her dark hair cascading down her back.

“Monica, hi,” Scully replies warmly to the tall woman. She turns to the shorter one, “you must be Dahlia.”

“Guilty as charged,” the short woman answers jovially with a heavy Spanish accent.

“This is my boyfriend, Fox Mulder,” Scully continues, gesturing to him, “Mulder, this is Monica, I’ve told you about her.”

Mulder nods in understanding. Scully has often mentioned a woman she regularly has coffee and lunch with who works in VICAP.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Mulder says, offering his hand to Monica.

She takes his hand with a firm grip, then gestures to the short woman, “this is my partner, Dahlia.”

Mulder and Scully both greet Dahlia with handshakes.

“Well, we’ll leave you to your meal, it was nice to run into you,” Monica says.

“Would you like to join us? We haven’t even ordered yet,” Scully offers, giving Mulder a quick glance to confirm that this is okay. He nods almost imperceptibly.

“Oh, we don’t want to impose,” Monica answers.

“Not at all,” Mulder jumps in, correctly picking up that Monica is worried about imposing on him, not Scully, “I’d love to finally get to know this mysterious VICAP woman Scully is always talking about.”

Monica smiles and he moves to the chair beside Scully so she and Dahlia can occupy the other two. They order champagne and appetizers, and he finds the two women to be very pleasant company.

“So, you work in VICAP too, then?” he asks Dahlia, and she gives him a confused look.

“No, I work at a little flower shop in Alexandria,” she answers.

“Oh, sorry, I thought Monica said you were partners.”

Scully shoots him an embarrassed glare, but Dahlia laughs.

“You know, I always tell Monica she should just call me her girlfriend, but she insists on ‘partner,’” she says, looking at Monica affectionately. He can’t help but smile, realizing he’d missed the very obvious fact that they are lovers.

“Girlfriend sounds so juvenile to me,” Monica explains, “partner feels a bit more serious, and permanent.”

“It’s okay, mija,” Dahlia continues, “you can call me your partner, hasta el día en que puedas ser mi esposa.”

Monica beams at her, and while he didn’t understand a word of that, it’s plainly clear that they are very much in love.

Appetizers come and go, flutes of champagne are emptied and refilled and a second bottle is ordered. Scully brings up Monica’s education and her experiences working at the New Orleans field office, and she and Mulder carry on a conversation about the change in VooDoo practices over the course of generations while Scully and Dahlia discover that they have similar taste in literature. Dahlia is telling a story about reading a Spanish translation of Jane Eyre as a teenager and how she still, to this day, has a hard time not calling him “Señor Rochester,” when the waiter brings by the check and Mulder snatches it away just as Dahlia was reaching for it.

“My treat,” Mulder says, pulling out his wallet.

Dahlia gives Monica a look, saying “me gusta este chico,” and Mulder chuckles.

“That I understood,” he quips, and they all laugh.

Back at the apartment, they get ready for bed. Scully is standing at the sink brushing her teeth when Mulder slinks up behind her, slipping his hands onto her hips and dipping his head down to kiss her neck.

“Mmm, there’s that champagne,” she says, the words garbled around her toothbrush.

“It’s not that champagne makes me want you, Scully. I always want you. It just makes me a little more bold,” he explains, trailing his fingers down to the hem of her night shirt and lifting it enough to get a look at her panties.

She swats his hand away. “Let me finish brushing my teeth,” she chastises, and he retreats to the bedroom.

She joins him a few minutes later, slipping under the sheets and draping her bare leg over his. He lifts his arm so she can burrow against his torso, her head on his chest. He rubs his hand across her back, eliciting a contented sigh.

“So, what did you think of Monica?” she asks, her fingertips on his ribcage moving in small circles.

“I really like her, I can see why you two hit it off,” he answers.

“She reminds me a little of you, actually,” she says, and he can feel her smile against his skin. “She has some...out there ideas.”

“Am I not talking enough about cryptids at home, Scully? You had to go find a friend to supplement?” he asks playfully, dipping his fingers into her armpit briefly in a threat to tickle her.

She clamps her arms against her sides and giggles. “We don’t talk much about that, but when I first met her she told me about my aura, so I figured you two would have some things in common.”

“That sounds more like Missy’s purview,” he comments, and then they fall silent for a moment.

“I’m actually really glad we ran into her,” Scully begins, running her hand down his abdomen to rest just beneath his belly button. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about and I wasn’t sure how to bring it up without you having some context.”

“Scully, if you’re about to suggest we have a foursome with Monica and Dahlia, I’m going to owe Frohike five hundred bucks,” he interjects.

She scoffs, “in your dreams, Mulder.”

“I think you mean Melvin.”

“Well, sorry Melvin, but that’s not what I was thinking about.” Her thumb hooks just beneath the elastic of his boxers, his happy trail tickling her skin.

“Okay, sorry, what were you thinking about?”

“What if,” she begins, dragging her finger back and forth under the fabric, “Monica was your partner. On the X files.”

He puts his hand over hers to still the movement, pulling away a bit so she’ll look at him.

“What do you mean, Scully?” He feels a rush of adrenaline, though he’s not yet sure if it’s from excitement or fear.

“I mean, she’s open to...unexplainable phenomena. The two of you get along quite well, and she wouldn't try to debunk your work or scoff at your theories. You said they might let you reopen them if you had a partner you could work with, and I think Monica might be that person.”

He considers this for a moment. “Who’s to say she’d even want to, she’s assigned to VICAP-”

“She hates VICAP,” Scully interjects, “it’s a bunch of macho men trying to one-up each other. I know she’d be happy to be reassigned, and to work out of the Hoover building. She and Dahlia live in Palisades; her commute sucks.”

His mind is reeling, but he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself. “I don’t even know where we’d start, Scully. It seems so unlikely.”

“Just ask for a meeting with AD Skinner. If you think it would help for Monica to be a part of that meeting, I know she’d be happy to attend. I’ve told her a bit about The X files and I wouldn’t even bring this up with you unless I was sure she’d be interested. I can talk to her about it on Monday, if you want to give it a shot.”

He looks up at the ceiling, eyebrows stitched in thought. Hope pricks at the corners of his mind, but he knows well enough not to let it take root; he’s been disappointed too many times before. He looks over at Scully, her expression holding all the hope that he won’t allow himself to feel.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks gently.

“Because I want you to be happy,” she says earnestly, pulling her hand from beneath his and bringing it to his cheek, “from the moment I met you, I saw how you light up when you talk about The X Files. If there’s a chance you can investigate them again, I want to pursue it.”

He sighs, a tender smile tugging at his lips. He turns on his side, pushing his palms under her ass and pulling her on top of him as she giggles.

“Okay, talk to Monica,” he says, sliding his hands under her sleep shirt and up her bare back, “I’ll email Skinner on Monday.”

She smiles at him, self-satisfied and victorious.

“Now, about that champagne,” he says, pulling her down for a kiss.

———

She nervously checks her email every two minutes, aggressively clicking the send/receive button. Monica and Mulder were meeting with AD Skinner at 11:00am and it’s now almost 1:00pm and she hasn’t heard anything. That could either be a very good sign, or a very bad one. She has class in ten minutes and needs to head over to the lecture hall to prepare. She refreshes it one more time, and an email pops up.

From: [email protected]

Sent: September 18, 1997 12:51pm

To: [email protected]

Subject: Maybe good news?

He didn’t say no, but he didn’t say yes, either. He asked us about 800 questions and then said he had to run it by the section chief. My impression is that he wants to make it work, but obviously it’s not totally within his control.

Fingers crossed. Hopefully we’ll know by Friday.

She heaves a big sigh, a cautious smile playing on her lips. She shoots him a quick response and then makes her way to class, praying all the way that the answer will be yes.

———

She’d taken that Friday off, for no reason in particular. Ever since Mulder had effectively moved in with her, she liked to take random weekdays off here and there just to have some time to herself. She’d spent the afternoon reading, re-arranging her spice cupboard, and making space for Mulder to have half her dresser instead of just one drawer. She’s sitting on the floor of the bedroom, surrounded by neatly folded stacks of T-shirts and pajama pants, when she hears the front door open. She checks her watch; it’s only 3:00 pm, too early for Mulder to be home.

“Hello?” she calls out nervously.

The bedroom door swings open and Mulder is there, his chest heaving and a dopey smile on his face.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, “what are you doing home?”

“It was approved,” he says breathlessly, apparently having run from wherever he parked the car.

“What was approved?” she asks, standing.

“The X Files, Scully. They’re reopened, effective Monday, with me and Reyes as the assigned agents,” he says, his smile broadening even further.

Her mouth drops open in disbelief, a surprised smile forming on her lips. She had held out hope, but she was also very aware that the chances were slim. He crosses the room, scooping her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“It never would have happened if it wasn’t for you,” he says, adoration in his eyes.

She kisses him, and he turns to lay her on the bed, shedding his suit jacket and tossing it on the floor. Moving quickly, desperately, he tugs at the waistband of her pants, stripping them off along with her panties, and pushes her shirt up to expose her breasts. He begins kissing her neck, down to her chest and belly, pausing intermittently to speak words of affirmation and gratitude until he reaches the apex of her thighs and is quiet.

He laps at her tenderly, humming and sighing as her body catches up and she feels the flush of desire form in her belly. She pushes her fingers into his hair, scraping gently at his scalp in encouragement as he flicks his tongue against her opening and she bucks her hips in response. His thumb swipes gently over her clit as he pushes his tongue inside her, licking at her increasingly slick walls and making her whimper. After a few minutes, he switches to his fingers inside her and his tongue at her clit. Swirling and sucking until she commands him not to stop, he holds steady as she falls apart against his lips, flexing his fingers deep inside to draw it out. Finally she taps on his head, and he crawls back up to plant soft kisses along her jaw.

“Consider us even,” she breathes out, eyes still closed in bliss.

“I think I might like to continue making it up to you,” he says with a nip to her earlobe, and she laughs.

“Okay, if you insist.”

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files fanfic #alternate universe

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Memories of Time: Chapter sixteen

What if you woke up one morning and realized that you were back in the beginning of your story? But to your surprise, you remember how that story will play out. Did you go back in time?

“Can’t we just push her toward Pedro already?”

Ambar sighed and leaned against the bookcase. They had been discussing the Delfi situation for the better half of the lunch hour. This thing needed to be solved, because Delfi’s increased interest in Gastón raised the risk for him and all of them getting caught.

“Do any of us even know how they started?” Luna’s question was valid. In fact, Ambar didn’t know herself. They had just suddenly become friends and then Delfi started liking him. And she herself of course tried to destroy everything as was her usual style back then. Ambar looked up now to see that, after Luna’s question, all four of them had turned to look at her, even Simon, who was doing the best he could to see everyone from the other side of Ambar’s tablet screen.

“I don’t know, not really. I mean they had already kind of become closer when we got back from the Intrepistas competition, and then she just had him join our team later. Gastón, you were the only one who was at Roller at the time, do you know anything?”

“I can’t say that I do.” Gastón shook his head. “Only thing I remember is that Pedro gave me quite a scolding about her, but he was basically saying I should date her, so he couldn’t have liked her yet, right?”

“Actually…” Simon piped up for the first time in the discussion. He had been mostly listening silently from behind Ambar’s tablet screen. She really wished that he could be here, but at least he was coming soon. Everyone turned towards her tablet. “You were talking about the time when you dated Delfi and broke up with her?”

“Can we not talk about that anymore?” Gastón groaned. “I was stupid as a 17-year-old, alright?”

“Well,” Simon continued, “The reason why Pedro and Delfi are even together, is actually because of Delfi and Gastón.”

“What?” Ambar was as taken aback as everyone else. She knew that Simon and Pedro were really close, they had gotten even closer after Nico had briefly left them, Pedro had even been the best man in their wedding but their dynamic had never really struck her as such where they talked in-depth about feelings, and Pedro really never seemed to need relationship advice anyway.

“Okay, so I am not supposed to tell you this, but…” Oh, now she got what Simon was talking about. “He is planning to propose, and basically recounted their whole relationship from the start to finish to me and Nico when he told us. What he said was that he finally started seeing her for who she really was after she started confiding in him about Gastón. Don’t tell him that I told you guys.”

“I don’t think any of us right now are about to tell Pedro that you spilled his proposal plans. And if we did, he wouldn’t believe us and would call us crazy.” They all laughed at Matteo’s joke, but the mood calmed down quickly.

Nina looked down as the conversation turned back to Delfi being after her fiance.

“Maybe I should own up to it and just tell her that I’m not interested?” Gastón asked, running a hand down her arm.

“I don’t think that’s going to work.” Ambar really wished she could say that that was all it would take to get Delfi off someone’s back, but that girl was relentless, especially right now. “Don’t you remember what happened last time, when she knew that you weren’t interested?”

“She pretended to be the person who I was interested in. She’s capable of anything right now, isn’t she?”

“Wait, what if we just say that you have a girlfriend, but just one who doesn’t live in Buenos Aires?” Ambar was quite surprised that Matteo had been able to come up with something like that. In theory, that could even work…maybe…

“You’re suggesting that Gastón fakes having a girlfriend to ward off another? Well, you’d know about that, Chico Fresa,” Luna snarked at Matteo. Oh God, those two were not about to start fighting right now. Thankfully, Luna and Matteo did not start getting into it at the moment, but it did allow Ambar a moment to think.

“That won’t work.” She had been quick to come to a conclusion. Being a lawyer really helped—she had become much faster at analyzing the pros and cons of various situations. “I mean, Delfi might relent, but only after knowing who the girl is, and since she wouldn’t exist, that won’t happen. And we can’t risk it, she might start to be suspicious of Nina, or all of us.”

“Then, what can we do?” Luna asked.

Ambar sighed. In the end, this would depend on her. Delfi was her best friend, in the future and right now. “Only thing possible is what I can do. I can try to make her give up on Gastón. There isn’t anything else anyone can really do, right now anyway.”

“Ambar, thank you.”

“Okay, now that settled, or as settled as it can be, I have a question,” Luna began. “Should I still apply for the rink assistant position?”

“I mean, I did enjoy it and they need someone, and I’d get the membership for free.” Ambar had not even thought about that, but Luna was right. And that was a really good idea.

“That would integrate Luna into Roller better. That would be useful since we don’t know how long this will last. It’ll be safer if Luna has an organic reason to know us in the long run,” Nina spoke. Gastón looked at her and continued her train of thought.

“And we probably shouldn’t risk the space-time continuum. We don’t know what will happen if Luna is not the assistant, or what events that affected.” His face turned a bit sour. “And we can’t know who they will hire, if not Luna. We know what happened when she quit once the red sharks became a thing. I don’t know if Tamara can do worse, but it can always be a possibility.” Nina elbowed Gastón lightly on the ribs and Matteo looked like he was about to burst into laughter. But aside from all that, they all agreed that it was better for Luna to try to apply for the position.

“Ambar!” She was bombarded by Delfi and Jazmin as soon as she emerged into the hallways. It was a good thing they had not seen her come from the library, but they still had thousands of questions about where she had been.

“It doesn’t matter where I was, and it isn’t even your business, and before you even ask”—Jazmin had opened her mouth and Ambar knew what she was about to say—“I was not with Matteo. I don’t want him back.”

“Did you see Gastón?”

“Why on earth would I have seen him?”

“He’s avoiding me,” Delfi whined. Yes, Gastón was very much avoiding her, as she was a very big problem. “Why do you even wanna see him?”

“I need to get him to become my skating partner.”

“Delfi, have you ever thought that maybe he’s not interested.” Ambar began working to fulfill her promise.

“If he only got to know me…he has to give me a chance. Who else could be better than me, except you, of course.” This was not going to be as easy as she’d hoped.

***

Luna entered Jam & Roller with Nina. The guys had taken a different route, just to disguise that they had been walking together before.

“Okay, now we need to find Nico…” Luna wondered aloud as they looked around. Nico seemed to be nowhere to be found.

“He could be late,” Nina suggested, “We know he’s not a very punctual person.”

“Should I just go talk directly to Tamara?” It had been half an hour, but Nico still had not arrived.

“No, we need to be extra careful. You talked to Nico last time—it’s safer to do it the same this time as well, except that Ambar won’t mess up your skate.”

“What about Ambar?” Both Luna and Nina turned around startled at the voice. Luna did a mental facepalm. They had been standing out in the open in the cafeteria, and Jim and Yam had emerged on the stage. “You’re that new girl, right? Luna?”

“Yes, that’s me!” Luna started, unnaturally bright, which meant extremely bright, considering that she was Luna. “Nothing about Ambar, just that my parents work for her godmother and I heard she is a great skater,” she hurried to cover up.

“The best,” Jim said, frowning and crossing her arms. It felt so weird to see people talking about Ambar like that. Luna couldn’t even imagine how she must be feeling. But Jim continued and leaned forward, grinning mysteriously, “but I heard that she and Matteo Balsano, ‘The King of the Rink’ have broken up.” Luna tried to keep a poker face when Matteo’s name was mentioned. Nina pretended to be shocked.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I heard it from Jazmin,” Yam continued. “No one knows why. Maybe there was another?” Little did they know that there were in fact two others, and the small fact that Ambar was married. That might have something to do with the “breakup.” Luna smiled at her own joke in her head.

“Have either of you seen Nico?” Luna changed the subject before the girls got too into the tea.

“Did I hear right that you’re looking for Nico?” Luna tuned automatically at the sound of Matteo’s voice. He was standing at the entrance of the cafeteria with Gastón. “I’ve never seen you here before, what’s your name?”

Matteo was doing very well in the acting department, Luna had to admit. They were still very purposefully avoiding eye contact, and Gastón was very much doing the same with Nina.

“My name is Luna, and I was looking for Nico because I want to ask him about the rink assistant position”

“Well, my name is Matteo Balsano, El Rey de la Pista, and this is my best friend, Gastón. The rink is a pretty intense place, hope you can handle it.” He was really enjoying this, wasn’t he? Luna was very tempted to shoot something snarky back, but since Jim and Yam were watching, it was wiser not to.

“Nico was at the lockers.” It seemed Matteo was holding in laughter or something similar, because Gastón had to take over. “Well, we’ll see you girls later,” and the guys left to sit at a table in the cafeteria.

“Thank you!” Luna said, and she and Nina managed to make it to the hallway before they started giggling. “Those two should have gone on stage, that was the most convincing performance I have ever seen.”

“Luna, focus. Nico.” Nina reminded her. They walked into the locker room and saw him adjusting some rental skates on the counter.

“I see you liked the place,” Nico said to Luna as she made her presence known.

“I truly love it, and I want to apply for the rink assistant position.”

“Really? Do you know what the job is about?” Oh, she definitely knew.

“I think so. So, when can I start?”

“We should talk with Tamara first, because she’s in charge here.” Luna’s heart leaped as Nico mentioned Tamara. She could finally be able to meet her again, something that she had been looking forward to. “And she’ll probably want you to do a test.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle any kind of test.” She was an Olympic-level skater, after all. The tough part would be not letting that skill show.

“That’s amazing! Let’s go meet her now. I’ll introduce you.” Nico led Luna back to the cafeteria, where Tamara was looking at a computer on the bar counter. “Tamara, this is Luna.”

“Well, welcome. I’m Tamara, the manager of Jam and Roller.” They shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Luna Valente.”

“Luna wants to apply for the rink assistant position”

As she was supposed to, Luna started gushing about how amazing Roller was. That seemed to convince Tamara, as it had originally.

“Nico said that I need to take a test. What’s that about?” Luna pretended to be a little nervous to sell her whole act.

“Nothing a good skater can’t handle.” Tamara turned to Nico. “I need you to give her the safety gear and the skates she’ll use.” Right, she’d have to use the rental skates. Not that using new skates was really a problem, anymore anyway. She had been through probably five pairs of skates at this point in her life and career, but she had never liked Roller’s rental skates. There had always been something off about them, but she could handle this. Like Nina had said, Ambar was not going to sabotage her skate this time, so things should be going well.

Luna went back to the locker room and Nico gave her the skates. As she sat down, she carefully tested the wheels. Not that she didn’t trust Ambar, but maybe she was just a bit paranoid. She couldn’t be sure about Delfi and Jazmin, even if they usually didn’t do anything without Ambar’s command.

As she had expected, the wheels were fine. She laced the skates up and skated to the rink. She saw Ambar in the corner of the rink, where she was standing with Delfi and Jazmin. Matteo was standing in the other corner with Gastón, and Nina was sitting on the bleachers behind them. Luna’s eyes very briefly met with Matteo’s and he gave her a subtle nod.

“Did you understand what you have to do?” Nico asked her as he gave her a pile of cones.

“Yes, thanks, Nico.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Luna took a deep breath and skated onto the rink. She skated across it and dropped a cone on the other side, then she went to drop one in one of the corners without stopping. That was most easily executed using a pistol squat. She sped up slightly and crouched down, laying cones into two lines, which she then turned around and skated back through.

She decided on a bit of a bigger finish, so she skated around the rink and did a small axel jump, finishing with a pirouette. She might have gone a bit overboard, but it was too late to take it back, and she hadn’t done anything too advanced, after all. Most of the rink applauded her. Nico and Tamara gestured for her to come towards them.

“Did I get the job?”

“You were amazing!” Tamara exclaimed, “Have you done freestyle before?”

Okay, maybe she had gone a bit too far with the tricks. “Not really, not in the rink anyway. But I have been skating a lot, so I’ve picked up some things.” Thankfully, that cover-up seemed to work.

“You’re hired!”

Luna walked back to the mansion with Matteo.

“You were brilliant, Chica Delivery.”

“Why, thank you, Chico Fresa” She turned towards Matteo when they reached the gate and were forced to go their own way. “Call me before you fall asleep?”

“Obviously. You know I sleep the best when your voice is the last thing I hear.”

They kissed before Matteo left. Luna waited until he was out of sight before she opened the gate and walked in, sighing. She did have some experience with being away from Matteo, since she hadn’t always been able to join him on tour, but she much preferred to spend time with him than without him. While she had to admit that their whole situation did add its own spice to everything, she now had a much better understanding of what Nina had been through when Gastón had left. Being forced to stay away from the one you loved wasn’t something she’d wished on anyone.

She skipped the rest of the way to the mansion’s staff door. She saw her mom cooking on the stove, and her dad was reading the paper on the table as she came in. Shoot, she would need to tell them about the job, of course. Last time, her mother had not taken it well, but Luna was being very careful this time. She had set alarms so she would not be late coming home, which meant her parents had not prevented her from going to Roller today, so that was a good sign.

“Luna, how was your first day of school?” Monica asked Luna as she came into the kitchen.

“It was good,” Luna didn’t really know what else she was supposed to say about her school day. Nothing interesting had happened, outside her being totally out of it in most of the classes since she had not done anything of the sort in five years. She decided to stop beating around the bush and just get the big news out first

“Something amazing happened to me. I told you about that roller skating rink I visited yesterday. I really love that place, and went back there today and…and they were looking for someone to work as an assistant in the rink, so I applied for the post and got hired.”

“You got a job?” Monica shared a glance with Miguel, which did nothing to calm Luna’s nerves

“Soooo? I can do it, right? There is nothing wrong with it.”

“I don’t know if it is a good idea. We want you to focus on your studies.” Oh no. This was sounding too familiar.

“It is only a couple of hours every day,” she tried to save the situation.

“Luna, we just arrived here, and you want to spend a whole day at a skating rink?”

“But I can do both!” She wasn’t able to convince her parents.

“That’s our decision.”

Luna slumped on her bed when she got back into her room. This was not going great. The only comforting thing was that this had happened previously, so it could be solved, but she couldn’t remember how. She got on her phone. She had to let the others know.

OnBeat Studio: class of 2015 Fanclub

Luna: I have bad news. Mom and dad won’t let me take the job.

Matteo: What?

Luna: I don’t know what happened. I’ve been so careful. I haven’t been late or anything.

Nina: This happened originally, right?

Luna: Yes, so it can be fixed, but I don’t know how.

Ambar: Well try to remember what made them change their minds.

Luna tried to wrack her brain. What had happened? Her dad had taken her to school…and they had met Nina… Wait, Ana had been there and she and her dad had talked. Could that be it, could that be what got dad to change his mind and convince Mom? Now that Luna thought about it, she did remember that her dad had said something in passing about a mom of her friend making some good points about Roller. That really could be it. It wouldn’t hurt to try anyway.

Luna: Wait, I remember something. My dad and Ana talked about Roller on the day Mom and Dad changed their minds.

Nina: My mom?

Luna: It wouldn’t hurt to try. Nina, can you have your mom come with you to school tomorrow so she can meet with Dad?

Nina: Definitely. She’ll be thrilled if I ask her to walk me to school. Too thrilled

***

OnBeat Studio: class of 2015 Fanclub

Luna: It worked! I am allowed to keep my job!

Ambar: Good! Let’s just pray there won’t be any other obstacles.

Gastón: Don’t jinx it Ambar.

Simon: Well, here is our next one. I’ll be there tomorrow, so where should we meet, since I can’t break into your school.

Gastón: My parents are away again this week, so at theirs.

Nina put her phone away as she stood in front of the door of her dad’s flat. She took her keys from her bag. Before she opened the door, she stopped and slid a ring she had been wearing off her left ring finger.

She smiled as she looked at it. It was a small and simple silver band that was in a slight chevron shape and silver dots surrounding it. It had no stones and wasn’t as eye-catching as her actual engagement ring had been, but that wasn’t important. The important thing was that they meant the same thing.

It had apparently been originally Simon’s idea. He and Gastón had been talking and he had mentioned that he had gotten Ambar a ring to replace the wedding and engagement rings that she had lost in the “space-time warp” or whatever it was that had gotten them there, while still in Mexico, and Gastón had “stolen” the idea.

Nina was not one for material things, but it did feel very comforting to not have her finger empty anymore. She had developed a habit of fiddling with her engagement whenever she was nervous, and surprisingly that had helped. It had become an anti-nerves charm for her, just like the green scarf that had been used as the blindfold so many years ago. Luna had actually given that back to her again, even if now it had not been used for its original purpose yet. She had said that she felt weird having it, and Nina was more than happy to take it back. It was not that much about the object in itself, it was more about what it symbolized.

“I would ask you to marry me right now, if we weren’t already engaged. No matter the place or especially the time.” Gastón had said to her when he had given her the ring.

She pulled a chain through the ring and put it around her neck. The ring was understated—that was the purpose, so no one would notice it or care, outside of two of them—but she still didn’t dare to wear it around her parents, and she couldn’t bring herself to wear it on the wrong finger to avoid the awkward questions.

“Could you lower the volume?” Her dad playing with his new video game was making her lose her mind, again. Had he always been this loud?

“How about a one-on-one battle? It would relax you a bit.” Ricardo offered her a video game controller as she peeked at him from behind her book. “You’ve seemed so tense lately.” Gee, she wondered why. It wasn’t like there was a whole mystery involving time traveling eight years in the past that she had to solve. Not that he would know that, but still, she wasn’t in the most relaxing situation right now.

“I have to study.” Not really—she had managed university with top marks, so doing high school stuff, Blake level or not, was not really a challenge—but it was the best excuse she could come up with at the moment. “And I relax much better with a book than with that thing.”

She didn’t really feel like arguing with him again, so she took her book and started walking upstairs. Halfway up the stairs, she noticed that she had left her phone in the living room.

“OnBeat Studio: class of 2015 fanclub?” Her blood ran cold as she got back to the living room. Her dad was holding her phone. No, no. What was she going to do now?

“Dad! What are you doing with my phone!? Are you looking through it!?” She could do anything else in her shock except yell at him.

“Oh no. I thought it was mine. But I didn’t know you were a part of a Fanclub.” Her heart rate relaxed just a tiny bit. Seemingly, he had not read anything else outside of the chat name.

“Yes, I am. It’s the music school here in Buenos Aires. That class just graduated and is quite famous.” She thought that if she just gave him an answer, it would get her dad to drop the subject.

“Yes, I know what you’re talking about.” He did? Nina had never expected that, and it was not a good thing. Truthfully, she knew nothing about the class she was supposed to be a fan of. All she knew was that Simon and Matteo’s cousins were part of the group.

“In fact, my cousin, you remember Pablo right?” Vaguely. Her dad had many cousins, but there hadn’t really been enough family gatherings for her to be able to pinpoint who was who in his family. “Anyway, he actually runs that studio. I could get you a meeting with them…”

“NO!” Okay, she had not meant to yell, but the panic had gotten the better of her. “I mean, that is not necessary. I don’t want anyone to know, I’ll rather just stay anonymous in the chat.”

“Why would you stay anonymous? This could help you to break out of your shell.”

“I don’t need to break out of my shell. I am perfectly fine as I am. But please don’t tell Mom.” She grabbed her phone and practically ran upstairs. She was in such a hurry that she didn’t hear Ricardo picking up his own phone.

“Hi, Ana. We need to talk. You are right, she is acting strangely.”

Things are starting to get rolling, and suspicions are starting to rise! Anyways... if some are worried about the fact that Simon had been now absent for four chapters, don't you worry. His grand return deserves its own chapter

#Soy Luna fanfiction #time travel #The Holy Trinity of ships #Lutteo #Gastina #Simbar #Soy Luna #Memories of time SL

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