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rockstvrdotcom · 7 months

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⪼ 10.01 KINKTOBER DAY 1, MIGUEL O'HARA X FEM READER

power play, dumbification, unintentionally slutty reader, dubcon

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miguel hated you for some reason unknown to anybody. every time you even walked pass him he would shoot you a glare.

maybe because he was against jessicas idea to bring you into hq and have you become part of the spider society.. or maybe it was because the first mission you had you fucked it up. hard.

nobody really knows. but it's probably because of the way you prance around in your skimpy spider suit, acting oblivious to the wide eyes and open jaws as you passed by the other spiders. probably because of the way you add a bit more sway to your hips as you walk past o'hara.

clearly you were teasing him on purpose. so you can't blame him when he gets fed up with your antics, blasting over the speakers that they needed to find you stat.

barely a minute later you were shoved into his office by another spider, a confused expression on your face as you stared up at him with those same doe eyes you always look at him with— those same doe eyes that make his dick throb.

"i know you're doing it on purpose." he says, eyes narrowed as he tapped his foot. he watched your face contort into an even more lost expression, your lashes fluttering each time you blinked.

"i don't know what you mean, boss." you said innocently. there you go again, putting up that same ol' innocent act. his eyebrows furrowed together, a scowl on his face.

"don't act oblivious, y/n," he spat, taking a step closer and closing the distance— now you had to crane your neck up to look at him. "walking around and swaying your hips like some.. some slut."

you were taken aback. how could miguel possibly think that about you? you've been on your best behavior, never referring to him as anything less than boss or sir. you were quick to bite back, scoffing and cursing him out.

you both bickered back and forth, an angry expression etched onto both of your faces. yet the way he glared down at you— calling you all of these degrading names somehow sparked an unfamiliar feeling in your core; hidden deep beneath the humiliation you felt.

halfway through scolding him for being a 'perverted asshole', you blinked and he had you wrenched over his shoulder, a look of confusion on your face and a look of pride on his.

"put me down, miguel!" you demanded like a child stubbornly pleading for candy; thrashing and scratching at his back until he placed you on his desk. pens and documents scattered and tipped off the table, cluttering on the floor as miguel glared down at you.

"alguien tiene que enseñarte una lección puta." he mumbled beneath his breath, shaking his head. his hand snaked up your thigh as he watched your expression contort from anger to arousal, blush creeping onto your face as he squeezed the fat of your thighs.

you muttered his name quietly. a triumphant smirk formed on miguel's face, his fangs poking out from his lips. he took your wrists between his large hand and pinned them above your head.

his freehand trailed down your body, exploring it and making sure every curve and contour was engraved into his brain. talons extending simply for the purpose to rip your spidersuit to shreds.

you complained and whined about how that was your only one. "this is what you wanted it, isn't it?" he shushed you with a claw up to your neck, eyeing you hungrily like a wolf and it's prey.

you yelped when he flipped you onto your stomach harshly, your lacy panties and the clasp of your bra on display for him. his hand ran up the curve of your back before getting rid of your bra, tossing it to the side.

he pressed his bulge against your clothed, sopping pussy, grinding slightly as he leaned down to leave kisses and bites on your neck.

you grinded your hips against his only to be stopped harshly by calloused hands. you turned around and began to complain until he shushed you. "beg, mi vida." he demanded, leaving no room for refusal.

"w- wha?.." you stuttered, cheeks lit up with humiliation and lust. you immediately shook your head, the thought sending shivers of embarassment down your spine.

he tch'd, before ripping off your panties in one swift motion. his nanotech suit slowly dissipated away; leaving him only in his boxers. and good lord, he was fucking fit, chiseled abs and veins running along his arms.

but the thing that really caught your eye was the tuft of brown hair peeking out of the waistband and the large bulge.

he made you turn your head around, not facing him. you felt a heavy weight on your cunt, his tip prodding at your entrance. there was no foreplay except for the fact that you were soaking wet, "w- wait. miguel—"

he was ramming into you before you could even finish your sentence, broken and choked out moans being punched out of you with each thrust.

you revelled in pleasure and a sting of pain as you adjusted to his size. "fu.. fuck! miguel, s- ah! slow down-" you managed to let out in between whimpers, eyes rolling back as the sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the room yet his pace didnt falter.

the way his balls slapped against your clit with each thrust was fucking divine, making you grip the edges of the table as he fucked you raw.

groans from him and moans from you echoed off the walls, the smell of sex filling your senses, "m- miguel.. s' too hard~.." you complained, biting your lip.

but the second his tip thrusted into that spot that made your mind go numb you forgot whatever you were begging for; all logical thoughts blocked out by pleasure as you gripped anything for purchase; trying to prevent the loud moan that eventually escaped and bounced off the walls, clenching around him tightly and making him groan.

"c- calláte.. making too much fucking noise." he grunted out, wrapping a hand around your throat as he continously thrusted up into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out.

raspy whimpers and pleads for him to keep hitting that spot barely made it out with his large hand around your throat. black spots littered your vision as your breaths became shallow, yet he still continued to thrust.

you felt the knot in your stomach snap as you cried out in pleasure, squeezing around him as he let go of your neck; his thrusts becoming sloppy. your vision went blank, only miguel and the shape of his cock on your mind as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

your release left a ring of cream at the base of his cock. you could tell miguel was close too, his pace erratic before he burried himself deep inside of you, tip nestled comfortably in your cervix.

"c- cum in me please.." you begged pathetically, eyes rolling back in satisfaction as he emptied his load inside of you.

after what felt like hours with his dick balls deep in you, he pulled out, your clit twitching and your hole aching as some of his cum leaked out and onto his desk. you could hear him tut in disapproval.

"perra dejó un desastre en mi escritorio.." he scoffed before spitting on your pussy, admiring the mess he made of you before turning his suit back on.

"clean yourself and my desk up, ¿comprende?"

#miguel #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader smut #miguel o'hara smut #astv #kinktober #october #smut #miguel smut

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cherry-leclerc · 6 months

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the moon ☆ cs55

genre: wet dreams, pwp, longing, angst

word count: 1.2k

Early mornings aren’t something usual in your agenda. This was a further reminder of that.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex (f and m), lovebites

inspired by this !

req!... alrightyyyy! grab your tissues, baby

His touch is something that your mind almost can’t comprehend. Warm, big, and secure that has you feeling as if you're jumping on clouds. Everything about this didn’t make sense, but here you were.

“Doing so good for me…”

His voice helps you snap out of the trance you had found yourself lost in. Staring down at you with big brown eyes you’ve admired from afar your entire life - is Carlos. For ages he seemed unreachable, unattainable. Somehow you had convinced yourself it was since he was always busy. First with karting, then with his Formula 1 career. One way or another, it didn’t matter; he would never pay you the same attention you gave him.

Until he did. Somewhere in the haze, he saw you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you look up at him as he thrusts inside of you. The sensation has your eyes fluttering, nails running down his tan back. He hisses as his grip on the white sheets tightens.

“I-I can’t for much longer, Carlitos.”

Your nickname for him makes him groan. He had always hated it. It was sweet, sure, but not enough to be known as. But with you it was different; it meant everything. It was only a reminder that you had been there all along. Whether either of you knew it or not.

“Me tienes jodidamente loco por ti.”

Whimpering, you desperately reach out to glide your fingers into his hair. It almost seemed surreal that any of this was happening, not long ago he would have never even spared you a second glance.

At least not when you were looking.

Rubbing your clit, he kisses you, as if he knows this would have you losing your mind even more. And it did, because part of you wasn’t even able to reciprocate his needy kisses. Groaning, his mouth makes its way down to your neck, lovebites being left behind. Gasping at the sensation, you arch your back, pressing yourself against him, closer as if that weren’t already what you were doing. A dirty groan erupts from his throat. So animalistic, it makes you smile.

“You’re alright too, I guess,” you joke, eyes crinkling with pure adoration. Adoration that had always aimed for him. He cocks his head to the side, fingers and cock continuing their assault. Mewling against him, you screw your eyes shut. Mentirosa, he murmurs.

“But it’s okay, because you’ve been an angel, you deserve to cum, no?”

Yes, yes, yes, you’re panting, legs around him becoming tighter. He almost has to take a breather with the way you clench around him. “O-okay then, cariño…Cum for me then.” Moaning, you finish around him, crying out with pleasure. The sound ignites something inside of Carlos as he follows not soon after. He can’t help but shudder at the feeling of euphoria.

Panting, he gingerly brushes your messy hair out of your face. Flushed cheeks, plump lips, hickeys; everything has him glowing with pride.

Cathing your breath, you open your eyes to take in the view. You’re rewarded for waiting so long. Patiently.

And you would do it for an entire lifetime if necessary.

“¡Despierta!”

Cold water denching your silk pijamas has you richoteching off the bed as if it were on fire. Laughing at the foot of the bed is Ana, hunched over as she sets the metal bucket aside. Glaring, you flip her off.

“You’re an awful person,” you mutter, switching your wet blouse for a sweatshirt. Shrugging, she walks up to the mirror, brushing her fingers through her brown locks.

“It sounded as if you were having a nightmare. If anything, you should be thanking me.”

Blushing, you look away as you slip your feet into your slippers. “I was. Thank you.” Ningún problema, she cheers. Peeking out of the bathroom located in her childhood room with toothpaste, you ask, “Is anyone else awake?” The Sainz sister shakes her head.

“I think we might be the first ones.” The way your face drops has her giggling. “But that’s fine! It’s good to get ahead of the long day that awaits.” Wiping your mouth with a towel you hum. If you say so.

“Can you bring me a glass of water? I think I might be getting a migraine.” Puppy eyes plead as she puts her hands up in silent prayer.

“Ay, ay, ay. You’re lucky I love you.”

Walking into the quiet kitchen, you pour a cup of water. Setting it down for a moment, you look out to where caters arrive, helpers running back and forth with decorations in hand. Your stomach grows queasy at the sight.

“You’re already awake?”

Startled, you jump as you face the towering man. In a simple black Puma shirt, shorts and running shoes, stands Carlos. Cheekbones tinted your favorite shade of pink.

“After being brutally woken up by your sister, yes. I’d much rather still be sleeping with the little sheeps if it were up to me.”

Chuckling, he reaches out for the glass of water just a few inches away. You don’t bother correcting him, already deciding it was his to keep and you could pour a new one. You click your tongue.

“Isn’t it bad luck?” He raises a brow. Licking your lips you say, “You know…” you point out to the white scenery, “Wedding day and all that?”

His gaze seems warm as he playfully rolls his eyes, placing the glass into the nearby sink. “Not unless I see my bride…I think that’s how the story goes.”

Forcing yourself to look away, you fill up a new cup, already backing up. “Of course. Good thing she’s still asleep.” Pointing up the stairs, you try to fake a smile. “I-I should go.”

He nods. “Don’t let me keep you any longer.”

Your heart feels as if it's bruising up with his innocent words. Walking away, you can’t help but turn around once more, finding him still staring.

“Don’t be nervous. You’ll be fine.”

Cuffing his sleeves, Carlos stares into the mirror, taking in his appearance. Black and white suit suffocating him.

“Fits you like a glove.”

Spinning around, he winces as he finds Lando leaning against the door frame. “Could be a bit looser, but yeah, I suppose.” Making his way up to him, he leans in for a quick pat. “I hope that I’m still breathing by the end of the night.”

“Ha! Let’s hope.” Flicking off a few pieces of dust off his friend, the Brit beams. “Either way, none of these jitters will matter at the end of the day. Think of this way; you’re going to be married to the love of your life.” His face wanders to a place of confusion. “When did you guys meet again?”

Carlos smiles at the reminiscing moment. “When we were 10.” Lando’s eyes almost popped out of his face from the shock. I for sure thought it was when you were both 26! The Spaniard tries to hide his stutters. “You’re right! I was 26 - she was 26.” Turning to face the wall, he mumbles, “Good memory.”

“Carlitos-”

“Don’t call me that.”

Sighing, Ana tips her heels. “Está bien, but please just be nice to her, okay? She’s my friend. You only just met her! She’s super nice once you get to know her.”

“Maybe don’t barge into my room next time,” he shoots back as he grabs his duffel bag, filled to the brim with all his karting accessories. Fair enough, she squeals. Already skipping out, she starts making her way up the stairs, where you wait for her. With one final thing in mind she spins around to where Carlos stands.

“Being 10 doesn’t make you cool.”

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x reader

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charmedbystars · 10 months

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bored. (e-42 miles morales)

pairing: e-42 miles x reader

summary: you're bored and who else better than your pretty boyfriend to annoy?

content: no warnings!

a/n: this is just a super short blurb that popped in my brain. i was also listening to sneaky snitch while writing this so feel free to listen to that while reading this lol.

now, you weren’t a high-maintenance girlfriend who constantly had to be out. you were content with staying at home with miles, but it has been like this since summer started. occasionally, you guys would go out to restaurants or walk around the mall, but doing that every day took the fun out of it.

so it was a normal summer evening. the air conditioning was blasting. the sun was setting. a random show was on the tv just for background noise. well, it was background noise for you, miles was actually paying attention. could you help it though? you’ve been pressed up against miles’ chest for 2 hours just binge-watching the same show.

groaning out loud and shifting around on miles’ chest is what caught his attention. “you good mamas?” he asked. while shifting around, an idea suddenly sprouted in your head. leaning up to look down at miles, you smirked before going to a neutral expression quickly so he doesn’t get suspicious.

“hey miles… i need to ask you a serious question.”

“yeah was good? everything ‘kay?” he looked up at you in confusion with brows furrowed.

“yeahh it’s just… do you love me?”

“what are you even asking ma? ‘course i do.”

“are you sure?”

“i can’t believe you’re asking me this,” he throws his head back.

“i’m being serious like do you love me three thousand percent?”

“what’s up with that number?”

“milesssss you’re not answeringgg that means you don’t love meeeee,” you whined. of course, you were joking but you wanted to have a little fun and what better way than annoying your boyfriend?

“you seriously cannot be doubting my love for you right now. look at where you are right now,” he gestured his arms around before going back to wrap them around you. “but if you’re asking, yes i love you very much. tu tienes mi corazon, lo sabes.”

“mmm okay miles. i’m taking your word.”

“girl you better be because i got you living.”

“yeah whatever,” you rolled your eyes before leaning back down to lie on his chest and like nothing ever happened, all of miles’ attention goes back to the tv screen in front of you. although the interaction got rid of your boredom a bit, all you wanted to do now was annoy your cute boyfriend. since you just ambushed him with questions, you waited a couple minutes before making your next move.

what was your next move? poking miles’ face. your finger went up to poke his cheek once. getting no reaction from him, you poked his cheek again causing him to look down at you.

“is there something you want?”

“no,” you simply grinned at him. aannddd attention right back to the screen. this time you went to boop his nose making a little “boop” sound with it too.

“you think you’re so cute, huh?”

“well, as a matter a fact, i know i’m cute. no thinking required.”

“baby, are you sure you don’t want something?”

“well, now that you ask again, yes i want something. i want your attention, i need you to do something. your sole reason for being my boyfriend is to entertain me.”

“oh so i’m just here to play around, huh?” he raised an eyebrow and you nodded with no hesitation. you should’ve thought of a better response than that because now you’re regretting everything when you feel yourself getting flipped around on the couch. miles on top of you now, legs holding you in place while his hands quickly went to your side tickling you. you squealed and laughed and kicked your legs around trying to get him to stop.

“miles stop! ple- AHAHA NO!” your pleading would not make miles stop at all. “miles i- i can’t breATHE,” you yelled and he stopped. you look up at him catching your breath and all he did was stare you down with a smirk on his pretty face.

“you’re the worst person ever”

“aww baby, don’t lie. i know you love me and i don’t even have to ask.”

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xbellaxcarolinax · 10 months

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If you’re taking requests….I’m sick right now and I’d love to see a Drabble about Miguel taking care of his sick s/o. Especially bcuz he was a dad so you KNOW he’s fussy.. if it’s possible, thank you so much. If not, thank you for your time 🥰🥰

Hello there! Hope you're feeling better at the time of me writing this lmfao hope you enjoy <3

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You couldn't get out of bed.

You were glued to your sheets, the light cotton drenched in sweat from the fever you'd been fighting since last night. You turned to your side, finding the space beside you empty.

You sighed. Miguel probably had some last-minute work to do at HQ. He was a busy man after all.

You sniffed, rolling onto Miguel's side of the bed. It was surprisingly warm still, the scent of his body wash trapped in the sheets. You pressed your nose into his pillow, inhaling deeply.

Well, if that's the closest you'll get to having him then so be it.

You stayed that way for a few moments, eyes closed, head buried in Miguel's pillow, and body tangled in the thick comforter you shared with him.

You were drifting back to sleep again, the pillow dragging you back to the realm of dreams.

"Amor?" The bedroom door creaked open, and in came Miguel with a tray in hand. Your eyes fluttered but you didn't move, too tired to do much else but hum in response. You half expected him to be in his suit, your eyes ready for the bright blue and red fabric to assault your vision. Instead, he wore his casual clothes: a fitted black v-neck and gray sweatpants.

"I thought you left." You croaked, your eyes following Miguel as he placed the tray on the nightstand. You could smell the eggs and toast just inches away, the scent of citrus tea and ginger overwhelming your senses.

"You're sick," he stated, sitting at the edge of the bed, "I'm not going anywhere."

"No HQ business?"

"Jess can run the show."

"No evil villains to track down?"

"I've already swept the city. Everything's fine."

"But—"

"Amor," Miguel interjected, gently brushing your messy hair away from your sweaty face with calloused fingers, "por favor. Let me take care of you."

You huffed letting him carefully flip you on your back before dragging you up from under your arms, placing the back of his hand against your brow.

"Good. Fevers gone," he murmured, sweeping his knuckles over your cheekbone, "tea?"

You nodded, your hands wrapping around your designated mug as soon as he handed it over. The ginger soothed your sore throat, the honey sweetening your tastebuds.

"Move up for me." You grumbled but did as he asked. Miguel moved to sit behind you, kicking off the comforter to nestle you between his warm legs. "Comfy?"

"Mhm."

"Good." His fingers immediately weaved into your hair, ignoring the knotty bits and lightly digging into your scalp in his version of a massage. He was good at them, skilled fingers pressing against the areas that needed the most attention. You moaned, letting your head fall back slightly as he worked his magic.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really." You shrugged, eyes heavy with the pleasure of his scalp massage. He stopped and you whined at the loss, feeling him shove the tray of food over your lap.

"Tienes que comer," he grunted, grabbing your comb from the nightstand drawer and dragging it gently through your knotted hair, "I'm gonna braid your hair, okay?"

"Okay."

You nibbled on a piece of buttered toast as Miguel went to work, running the wide-tooth comb through your hair as best he could. He had a knack for it, his hands quickly weaving your strands in a plait as he did for his daughter once upon a time.

Gabriella was gone and with her went most of his warmth. Or so he thought.

Miguel had you now. You were a stable presence in his life, and though you could never replace the loss of his daughter, he knew for certain that you were enough. He loved you a great deal though it was difficult for him to form the words in his mouth and just say it.

But you knew. You knew in the way he doted after you and in the way he held you. You knew in the way he made your coffee in the mornings and cooked your favorite meal when he had the time. You knew in the way he kissed you—and in the way he fucked you.

You knew in the way he took care of you when you were sick.

"Done." He said, tying the braid off with an elastic he had around his wrist.

You leaned back against his chest, placing a buttery kiss on his neck before whispering, "Thank you."

"For what?" You could hear the smile in Miguel's tone, in the way his fingers curled around your waist.

"For taking care of me," you said with a mouthful of toast, "you're always taking care of me."

Miguel grunted in response. He wasn't good at accepting praise, never could. So he held you close instead, hoping his warmth would suffice.

He kissed your hair, resting his chin over your head, and you smiled. It was enough.

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Por favor- please

Tienes que comer- you need to eat

#ask response #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader

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formulaforza · 10 months

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hello, hello! can i request a blurb where carlos and reader have moved in together and are having a housewarming party. they’ve invited a couple drivers over and lando tries to use the fancy hermes blanket on the couch and reader gasps! "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-" you’d do it amazingly 🫶🏼 thank you!

—coming home carlos sainz x reader love, mackie... hi nonnie!! this turned into exactly how I needed to spend my evening (my day was quite literally from hell.) and this ran a little longer than a blurb at 1.3k words! regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it (and listening to lots of Spanish music)

There wasn’t much that was easy about blending the home decor styles of you and your boyfriend. For every item that Carlos fell in love with, you had an equal and opposite styled piece that you were in love with. From the herringbone floors to the tall white walls, it seemed that everything in the place was a direct contrast of the other. Quiet luxury and old money and neon signs and maximalist paint swatches, it was almost an entire year before the two of you finally allowed guests to come over (which–by the way–was a direct conflict to one of the major reasons the two of you decided to move in together in the first place: hosting friends and family without arguing over who would be doing the hosting).

The week following the Spanish Grand Prix felt like the perfect time to finally show your home off to the people you loved most; everyone was already in Barcelona for Carlos, an hour and change flight or a two and a half hour train ride wouldn’t kill any of them, not when half of them had to make their way back to the capital.

That’s how it all cumulated into the night of all nights. The coffee table books are surrounded by half full, mis-matched wine glasses on old Spanish tile coasters (a compromise the two of you had made over the intricate hand painted ceramic that previously adorned the kitchen walls). The record player in the corner of the room stutters its way through Carlos’ dusty Boleros In Trío vinyl while the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen serenades listeners with the sounds of Sebastian Yatra.

Everytime Carlos enters a room, he flips the lightswitch on. You follow behind him turning the overheads back off, opting for the warm yellow lamp light and the colors of the city beyond the bistro-themed balcony. He burns a candle on the stack of decorative books, something with tobacco and cocoa and brandy and–jasmine, maybe? He always picks candles with jasmine, so you might just be imagining the smell out of habit.

And you, and him. The two of you so terribly settled into the domesticity of your shared lives, the air of love in every corner of the home. He appears in the kitchen in a warm breeze, reaching over your arm to grab a slice of chorizo from the tapas platter on the counter in front of you. He kisses your cheek when he does it, undoubtedly in hopes of distracting your hand from smacking his. “¿Tienes frío, mi amor?” Are you cold, my love? He peruses around the bite of food.

“¿No porque?” No, why? You ask, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek to feel the temperature of your own skin.

“Lando sigue y sigue sobre tener frío,” Lando is going on and on about being cold, he explains. “Estaba empezando a pensar que me estaba volviendo loco.” I was starting to think I was going crazy.

You laugh. If anything but temperate, you’re warm, working around the kitchen perfectly plating a platter for your friends and family to snack on. “Bueno, creo que Lando ha perdido la cabeza,” Well, I think Lando has lost his mind. Carlos chuckles, gives you another passing kiss as he moves behind you around the island. “¿Encontrarle una manta, sin embargo?” Find him a blanket, though? You ask. He nods through a chew, holds his thumb up as he backs out of the room—you wonder how he managed to sneak another bite of food past you.

You appear with the tray of snacks, chorizo with ham and cheese and bread, croquetas and patatas bravas and tigres. If it’s all as good as it was when you’d tested the menu last weekend, your company won’t even realize that you and Carlos aren’t serving them an actual meal this evening. Everyone hastily moves their coasters and glasses and Carlos moves the stack of books from the coffee table to the entertainment center, hovers behind you as you set the heavy platter down just in case you need him.

You find your seat next to Carlos on one of the sofas, know that he hates that people are eating on his new couches. He’d researched them for months–months–before finally deciding on the ones that had been delivered last month as a replacement to the ones from your old apartment.

You notice Lando is still blanketless, still dramatically letting a shiver run up his entire body every ten minutes. “Güey,” you say, and half the room looks up from their conversation, Lando’s eyes meeting yours. “If you are cold still, get a blanket.”

“Ay yai yai, pollita, relax,” he quips back in a thick, feigned Spanish accent. Carlos snorts and you meet Lando with your middle finger, an old friend of his. When you look to your boyfriend to meet his dumb chuckle with the same fate, he’s not even paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he picks at the bottom of a shelf hung on the wall above the two of you. It holds his trophy from Silverstone, a picture of him and Caco, a small jar full of incense sticks (maybe the jasmine you smell), which he has stuck a tiny Spanish flag into, and a picture of you and he following his win. The smiles on both your faces are so horribly cheek-aching that you can almost feel the phantom soreness when you look at it.

You watch as Lando reaches over another friend with a quiet excuse me. You can see the thought process happening behind his eyes, in his path for the blanket draped over the back of Carlos’ brand new couch. It’s like watching the world’s lowest stakes car crash.

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Carlos, él va por la cobija,” he’s going for the blanket, you say through gritted teeth, nudging your boyfriend to deal with his friend. He ignores you, still focused on the bottom of the shelf and the single splinter that shoots off it. “Carlos,” you say, this time with more force.

“¿Qué?” You finally get his eyes, nodding over to Lando, who is currently unfolding the Hermés throw blanket Carlos’ mother had gifted the two of you upon signing your lease. “Ay! Cabrón! No,” he finally says, standing up from his seat and moving to take the blanket from Lando, who looks on in utter confusion as Carlos refolds the throw and moves down the hallway.

“What the fuck?” He asks you through a meek chuckle.

“We don’t use that blanket,” you explain, and he looks even more confused than before.

“You… hu–what?” He laughs, with more confidence in his confusion than before. “Why is there a blanket on the couch if it can’t be used?”

You sigh, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. “It’s for decoration.”

“It’s for decoration?” You nod, just as Carlos appears from the hall again, usable blanket in tow, expensive throw likely put away in your shared bedroom. He hands it to Lando. “It’s for decoration,” the Brit teases.

Carlos shrugs, holds his hands up in defense in the return to his seat beside you. “Rule maker,” he says, pointing to you with a thumb before shifting it to himself, “rule follower.”

You laugh, adjusting to the sink of the cushion brought on by Carlos’ weight on the couch, your fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck without even the beginnings of a thought. Lando groans, pointing to you, “whipped,” and then to Carlos, “whipped… but more.”

“Stellar delivery there, cabrón,” you smile. “No stutter or anything.”

Carlos exhales a sharp laugh, his shoulders bouncing silently. Across the coffee table, Lando, curled up in a fluffy blanket like a toddler staying up past their bed-time to hang out with Mom and Dad’s friends, flips you off and is sure to properly enunciate his silently mouthed fuck you.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz fic #scuderia ferrari

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 11 months

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Hii!! This is my first time ever requesting 😭 but i was wondering if you could do something with earth42 miles and the reader both being the prowler?!! Love the work btw😻

MILES 42 X PARTNER!READER

A/N: Heyyyy I love this idea and thank your for requesting of course I can <3

WARNING: I don't speak Spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!

GUYS I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM AN ANON TO TRY THIS NEW WEBSITE SPANISHDICT SO I WILL BE TESTING THIS OUT BUT IM STILL OPEN TO TRANSLATORS!!

BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, JUST ROMANTICS, AND ANGST, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

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BACKSTORY:

You and Miles have been best friends since babies, given both of your parents were good friends.

As yall grew older yall started dating

When his dad died it crushed you almost just as much as it crushed him.

Miles didn't even show up to the funeral. He was in denial that his father was actually gone.

As time passed he would start canceling hangouts and dates because he had to take care of some "business" with his uncle.

He kept doing it so much to the point where you were fed up and took it into your own hands to find out what was going on.

So when school was out you followed him to his destination. Which looked like his garage?...

You ended up finding out this whole time that Miles and his uncle were in this whole "Prowler" scheme together and Miles was instructed to do all these dangerous murders missions by himself.

So you went up to his room and waited for him to come, so you could obviously confront him about it.

And there he is. Jumping through the window. So casually that you know he does it all the time.

" Hi., Miles"

He jumps startled at your unexpected appearance.

"¡Maldita mamá no me asustes así! ¡Y qué estás haciendo aquí!"

"Care to explain why you're jumping through your own window at 3am?" You question already knowing the answer just trying to see what he's gonna come up with.

He gives you that look knowing that you know what he's been up to.

"Bebé, escúchame yo-."

"YOU'RE THE PROWLER? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHIT? THE FUCK KINDA BOYFRIEND ARE YOU MILES?" You are now angry, rage immediately taking over you.

"I did it to protect you, this is a dangerous job and I can't have you involved in this. No puedo perderte como lo perdí ma." He states in an almost whispering tone looking down at you.

"But that's the issue. I CAN help you, Miles, you can't keep doing this alone, just let me help you, por favor eres mi corazón y quiero ayudar! You plead to him. Your throat choking back sobs. Tears falling down your face.

He quickly opens his arms wide to trap you in a bear hug.

"Ok ok mami. Deja de llorar está bien. Puedes ayudarme shh está bien

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NOW TIME FOR THE ACTUAL HEADCANNONS:

• Even though you guys technically are partners now, he'll make you stay behind on certain missions depending on how dangerous they are. He'll be damned if he lets you get seriously injured.

• He's always patching you up and taking care of you every time you get hurt

"Oww Miles! That one hurt worse than the others"

He chuckles at your pouting

"Lo siento mami tienes una más solo sé una buena chica y respira estarás bien"

• He definitely designs your costume for you, out of your favorite colors and a heart symbol, which represents his love for you (awhhhhh ^-^)

• Kisses before you leave for missions because its a way of saying "I love you"

• If Aaron tries to make you go on a mission and makes Miles stay back he gets angry and flips out, and definitely doesn't do it

"¿Qué quieres decir? ¡Joder, no! ¡Ella no puede estar jodidamente sola, no! ¡No me importa!"

• In conclusion, yall are a great duo!

#earth 42 miles #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles x reader #miles g #prowler miles #across the spiderverse #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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texankat · 6 months

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Clumsily Yours 🍷

Warnings: one-sided feelings, some Spanish

(translations not included in the fic sorry!-)

Word count: 2k

Summary: Get together gone wrong

A/N: this fic was just for fun and practice, i may continue it but may not considering i already have 2 series to keep up with. But drabbles from this AU will most likely happen because i love R in this AU

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Jenna sat on her bed as you sat behind her, slicking back her hair and fixing it into a clean ponytail, pulling small strands to the side as you twist them in your finger, giving the strands a light curl. Jenna sat still for the most part after multiple corrections from you, she huffed in frustration as you continued to fix her hair.

“I could’ve done it myself Y/N, you don’t have to help me do everything…” she groaned as you pulled her head back lightly and continued to style her hair gently.

“Jenna, you wouldn't have been able to do this at all, just let me help you without complaining for once, Jesucristo….” You grumbled as you tapped her shoulder softly, signaling her to turn and face you- which she surprisingly did with no argument involved. She turned around and pouted at you as you brushed her bangs out for her, before glancing to her eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“What is it now?” You question as you stop and leave her hair alone for a moment and sit up straight, Jenna crossing her arms at you with a pouty lip.

“I said I don't need your help with this, I can do it myself.”

“Not as quickly as me.” You shrug lightly, Jenna’s eyes widening for a moment before returning to their sour glare.

“Fine, get dressed by yourself, we leave in 17 minutes.” You got up from her bed and walked out her bedroom and to your own, closing the door behind you as you grabbed your tie and waistcoat, slipping into it and tying the tie quickly. You put your hair up in a lazy bun, loose hairs poking out making it look less put together than you were expecting but you didn't mind. Once you finished you fixed yourself up a bit more you stepped out of your bedroom and took a seat on the couch, crossing your left leg over your right as you scrolled through your phone- waiting for Jenna.

A few more minutes passed as you sat and continued to wait for Jenna before hearing a quiet whimper/whine of sorts-

“Y/N…..?-” Jenna called out for you as you glanced up from your phone, “Could you come see?-” she muttered.

You got up from the couch with a sigh as you open the door, finding Jenna in a pretty casual outfit, not what you were expecting to find her wearing- though she did seem to be struggling with the belt she had grabbed for her outfit, you roll your eyes before walking over and grabbing her by her waist- earning yourself a flustered expression from her.

“Ven aquí.” You muttered as you grabbed the belt and looped it through the loops on the jeans waistline and clipped it together. You looked at Jenna- noticing the cap she had put on and took it off-

“Hey!-” You then flipped it around and smacked it back down on her head, making Jenna groan softly before brushing her hair out of her face.

“Tienes suerte eres tan hermosa….” you mumbled with a gentle smirk.

“Come on, we're late.” You calmly spoke as you walked out of her bedroom, Jenna following closely behind as she walked beside you. You both walked for a while before Jenna seemed to loosen up a bit and started to walk a bit more naturally as she lazily put one foot in front of the other, humming softly as she walked. You raised a brow and her and softly chuckled at her as she continued walking, your eyes carefully watching her. You had your hands put in your suit pockets as you walked alongside her keeping your watchful eyes on her. You had kept her from tripping over her own feet a few times just by catching her attention before she took another step, which seemed to be a lot more often that you normally expected from her- but it wasn’t that much of a problem.

It was like looking after a little kid more or less, with the way she acted she could be a 5 year old in a 21 year old’s body- which honestly would make a lot of sense for the constant pouting… not the mention the whini-

Suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a thud as well as the sight of Jenna falling onto the rock hard pavement, you looked over to her with wide eyes as you walked over to her side- looking down to her as she got back to her feet, a small gash on her chin.

“Are you okay?- how did you even trip over air…?” You questioned as you brushed her off, lifting her head to examine the gash, narrowing your eyes at the sight.

“I’m okay, I wasn’t paying attention- got lost in my thoughts again is all.” Jenna replied softly as you tried to wipe away the leaking blood from her chin, nose scrunching at the feeling of the liquid’s warmth on your fingers. You sighed softly as you squatted down slightly looking her in the eyes, a small smile on your face.

“You’ve gotta be more careful- you’ve got to look your best for whatever you’ve got going on today…” you softly mumbled as you brushed off Jenna- just for good luck and continued walking.

It was a small get together with multiple celebrities, you didn’t really know which ones though, you just knew they were there. Jenna walked in first, then you followed her in- noticing the large amounts of food and drinks, as you stared at all of the items, Jenna tapped your shoulder with a smile.

“Go get yourself something, ‘kay?”

You gave her a light nod and walked over to the large,long food covered table and grabbed yourself something small to munch on for the time being. You grabbed what was- probably the most simple thing you could’ve chosen out of everything that was available, a sandwich. Such a fine delicacy… you were a bit disappointed in yourself but you didn’t really want to go back and grab something else, it would’ve made you seem picky- you were but still…

You grabbed a small glass of red wine that had been set out and took a large sip, sighing as you glanced around the large well lit area looking for Jenna. Your eyes fell on her after a few moments, it wasn’t hard to find her really but someone was standing next to her, seemingly talking to her… Percy Hynes White.

You glared at him immediately watching from afar, they seemed to be okay right now, talking, laughing, seemingly having a great time- but something was off… The uncomfortable look in Jenna’s eyes was telling you all you needed to know, you set down the wine and sandwich and made your way over to her.

“Hey- Jenna.” She glanced back at you, a sigh of relief leaving her body as she looked at you- a small smile tugging at her lips the moment you walked over.

“Hi, Y/N… oh this is-“

“I know who he is.” You cut her off, giving Percy a cold glare, making him tense and a bit nervous.

“Un hombre sucio…” you muttered under your breath

“Don’t you have other people to go talk to Jenna?” You blurted out, still staring Percy down as you crossed your arms at him.

“Oh well yeah, but me and him are gonna be working on a movie together- so I thought I might as well… get to know him, yknow?” You gave her a soft hum before leaving down to her ear, whispering softly.

“1 or 2?” That was something you and her had used as a signal of- ‘Get me out of here now’ for 1 and 2 for ‘It’s alright, just watch them’

“1….” Jenna replied meekly as you nodded your head and leaned back up and gave Percy a fake smile you could barely manage to make believable.

“Yeah great talking to you Percy, but Jenna’s got places to be right now….”

“Oh- where are you gonna head off to?” He asked, seemingly talking to Jenna- she didn’t reply, she didn’t even dare look him in his eyes at that point. You couldn’t even tell if he was trying to make you more irritated by keeping both of yall after you said yall had to go.

“Home probably.” You replied

“The party‘s barely started!- come on Jenna…” Percy tried to grab Jenna’s but you grabbed his instead, holding it in an iron grip. Percy flinched back as he looked you dead in the eyes, with his own which were wide.

“We’re leaving.” You hiss through your teeth as you stared him down, Percy stayed silent for what only felt like a second before suddenly throwing a punch to your cheek-

You felt the impact of the hit sending what seemed to almost be like a jolt of electricity rushing through your face- Sure Percy wasn't the strongest but he sure knew how to throw a solid punch. You could feel your cheek already bruising as you lightly put your hand to the mark he had left, turning your head back to look at him- giving him a hard glare.

“Really?” You hiss through your teeth, causing Percy to take a step back and awkwardly chuckle.

“Y-you just scared me- reflexes sorry…” He fidgeted with his hands as you gave a sarcastic chuckle. Glaring coldly before throwing a solid punch to his sternum causing him to stumble backwards- almost falling.

“Oh sorry, just my reflexes.” You spoke in a mocking tone before rolling your eyes at him with a scoff, Jenna having grabbed your arm before you could do anymore damage to Percy.

“Y/N, come on you made your point clear- let's just, go.” Jenna softly mumbled as you gave one more glance to Percy before sighing and letting Jenna lead you outside, and walking the both of you back to the apartment.

A few minutes later you found yourself sitting down on the dining table, waiting for Jenna to grab whatever she was getting for your, now, bruising cheek. Jenna walked back out of the kitchen area and over to you, a bag of ice in her hand. The stinging cold was harsh but numbing in a comforting way, as Jenna gently and slowly applied the bag of ice to your face.

“Usually I'm the one getting hurt-” Jenna softly muttered, making you chuckle as you look over to her.

“For clumsy reasons, I got hurt for a reason that makes sense to get hurt doing, Tonta.” You retorted as you both softly laugh.

“Thank you, by the way… I wasn't expecting him to do that at all-” Jenna spoke up as you held the ice to your face, then glancing over to her- offering a small smile.

“It’s my job.” You replied calmly, Jenna humming with a small nod, looking forward as you returned your small smile with one of her own.

“Yeah, your job…” she muttered gently before shaking her head and giving you a smile

“I’m gonna head to bed, lots of excitement today.” She chuckled as you gave her an affirmative nod, watching her walk to her bedroom.

“Buenas noches, Jenna.” You cooed as she looked back to you as she opened her bedroom door, you offered her one last smile for the night.

“Buenas noches, Y/N…” she replied with a small chuckle before turning back and walking into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

You sat on the dining table for a while as you tried to let the ice numb the pain in your cheek, scrolling through your feed on TikTok for around 10 to 20 minutes before you let out a sigh, getting up from the table and walking to your own bedroom, closing the door behind you. You slipped out of your suit and untied your tie as you put them back on their hangers and put them in your closet, as you grabbed a baggy T-shirt and shorts. You took out the bun you had put in earlier and flopped into bed, sighing and curling up in your sheets and falling asleep not long after.

As Jenna, sat wide awake in her bed- trying to keep her sobs quiet throughout the night.

(for the sillies who dont get it, Jenna likes R but R just sees this bonding as her work)

#f reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #Bodyguard r #one sided feelings

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pablitogavii · 9 months

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jealous reader please ??❤️ something around the ana pelayo drama

I'll do it reader getting jealous of Anitta since it's a fresh news..Ana Pelayo is forgotten lol ;))

Celosa

You were currently watching Barça story on Instagram seeing that your boyfriend met Anitta.

She is so freaking hot! Joder!

Pablo was acting very shy and nervous never having any physical contact with the singer like the rest of the boys who were doing their best to steal a touch or a hug.

You were not jealous! Pablo loves you!! You're NOT jealous!!

"Amor..I'm back!" Pablo returned tot he hotel room you shared seeing you laying in bed with a book in your hands wearing one of his oversized Barça shirts you used as your pj.

"I missed you princesa.." he leaned down to kiss your cheek while you didn't move your focus form the page in fornt of you. Did you really!? Or were you too busy being with Anitta to remember that you have a girlfriend!? Fuck! You were jealous!

Pablo didn't pay much thought to you not answering him thinking you were emerged in your reading while going to take a shower.

Pablo came back and you were done with the book so you had nothing else to use in order to avoid him any longer.

"How was your book princesa? You looked so interested in it" he said while laying down besides you drying his wet hair with the towel. You just shrugged your shoulders and now Pablo knew something was wrong.

"Que pasa? Did something happen while I was gone amor??" he tossed the towel to the sofa before moving closer and nuzzling his nose into your neck but you pulled away.

"It must be something serious if you are rejecting my cuddles...so tell your Pablito princesa..what did he do bad huh??" he was babying you because he just wanted whatever it was to become past so he can cuddle you to bed finally.

"No.." you tried your best to hide a smile form how cute he was acting right now but Pablo moved even closer leaving gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder. Damn it Gavira!! Why do you have to make it so hard!?

"Se mi buena chica...y dime princesa...por favor" [Be my good girl and tell me princess, please] Pablo was whispering into your skin and you felt shivers move down your spine as goosebumps appeared on your arms which he noticed smirking proudly.

"You met Anitta today!" you finally screamed and he raised his head from your neck looking at you with raised eyebrows and surprised look.

"So?" he said and you rolled your eyes moving away from him again but his arms were so strong that they easily brought you back against him.

"And you followed her on Instagram afterwards!" you pout and Pablo had a clear picture about what was wrong now..his girl was jealous!

"Tienes celosa princesa??" he smirked and you blushed hard shaking your head never willing to accept such a thing even when it was the truth.

"You do know that she is a singer.." Pablo started but you were too impatient to wait for him to finish.

"So what if she is a singer!? You can still fuck a singer!?" you said without thinking about your words and Pablo bursted out in laughter.

"And she can be my mom princesa.." he said and you realized that he was right and that woman is indeed 30 years old. Fuck! Now you were embarrassed!

"I knew that..I..I was just messing with you" you of course knew how stupid that sounded but Pablo was very much amused with your jealousy to let it go that easily.

"Mm but you're so hot when you get all jealous like this..makes me want to flip you on your stomach and show you who is the only girl I fuck until she begs me to stop!" his words were chosen carefully and your legs were slowly opening as his hand started caressing your inner things teasingly.

"Mmm show me papi" you smirked and he did too instructing you to lay on your stomach while he got up getting comfortably behind you while puling down your panties and raising up his t-shirt you wore to expose your ass.

"Who is the only girl papi fucks princesa!?" he asked spanking your ass roughly and you whined wanting more so you stayed quiet. He growled angrily grabbing your neck and pulling you back roughly so that you almost got out of breath.

"I asked you a question princesa!" he growled into your ear driving you crazy.

"M..me..papi" you menage to talk even though his hold on your throat was quite tight. He let go making you lay back down and grind your ass against his crowing bulge while he kept spanking you getting harder from the sound of your whines.

"Good girl! F..fuck! I'm going to fuck you so good tonight that you never think I would want anyone else! I have a perfect pussy waiting for me at home.." he pulled himself out of his seats teasing your hole before entering you comeptlely making you scream his name but luckily he covered your mouth with his hand so that not entire hotel hears you.

"A..ahh papi..yes..p.please" you were a moaning mess fromPablo repeatedly hitting your g-spot groaning himself from how tightly you were wrapped around him.

"N.no..no..you're not getting to cum that easily!" he pulled out and you felt like crying but when he flipped you back on your back and opened your legs, you knew he wasn't done with you yet.

"P..please..papi" you were moaning when he started sucking on your clit and he smirked moving upwards and capturing your lips.

"You're the only one I want princesa..don't you ever question that!? Yes sir?" he said and you blush nodding your head but feeling another spank on your ass for not replying.

"Yes sir! Yes! Please!" you said and he nodded his head entering you again and pouding into you mercilessly until your thighs started shaking and you were begging him to cum but he kept saying 'no'.

"Hold it! Don't you dare cum without permission princesa!" he was leaving marks on your neck not slowing down his movements and you couldn't stop your orgasm from spilling all over him and making him look down at the mess you made and then back up at you..angrily.

"You don't cum without permission! Fucking bad girl! Looks like I have to tame you again!" he pulled out flipping you over again and leaving a few rough spanks that made you squirm and make an even larger mess than before.

"I'm sorry papi! So..so..sorry..I couldn't hold it!" you were crying when he entered you again while you were overly sensitive making your thighs continue to shake while he pounded into you.

"I'm spoiling you too much..and you've become chica mala..not following my orders..cumming without permission..what am I going to do with you huh??" he was growling while fucking you roughly kissing up your spine as you felt your high approaching again.

You didn't want to disappoint him..fuck you just wanted to be his good girl!

"I'm sorry papi..I'll be good..I promise..please let me cum again..please.." you were a begging mess and he loved every second of it.

"Say you will never get jealous again princesa??" he smirked pulling your hair back and biting your neck while speeding up his pace and you moaned loudly.

"I won't get jealous again papi! I promise! Please!" you screamed and he smirked nodding his head letting go of your hair as you fell back down.

"You can cum now princesa..it's okay..papi got you" he spoke and that was enough for your to spill all over him pushing his own high as he filled you up to the brim.

"A..ahh thank you papi..thank you!" you were still shaken up when he got off you grabbing a towel and helping you get cleaned up.

"How are you princesita??" he asked seeing your glossy eyes looking at him preciously while he helped you get dressed again and laid besides you.

"Mmm.." was all you said moving close and nuzzling your face into Pablo's neck taking in his strong muscular scent and caressing his six pack.

"I love you princesita mia..you have no reason to be celosa..I promise" Pablo kissed the top of your head playing with your hair gently while you smiled nodding your head being reassured properly that not Anitta or any other girl will have Pablo the way you do every night.

It's crazy that people even say Pablo likes Anitta..I mean she is an amazing singer but Pablo is a BOY compared to her guys!!

#pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #gavira #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablogavixreadersmut #pablogavixreaderfluff

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gracie7209 · 9 months

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Amaryllis Epilogue

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffy-fluff, reflection- (of more than one sort? I’m on one today. Don’t mind me lol), happiness, loved ones, we get to meet Reader’s momma! (Her English isn’t great so we will see her and Reader speaking Spanish) tiny sliver of angst? Lemme know if I forgot anything!

Summary: Just before your lives are set to change yet again, you and Frankie each get a moment alone to reflect on how life has brought you to where you are now. Santi saves the day yet again!

A/N: Guys…… This is it! We have officially officially reached the end of this story and I’m a whole mess of emotions. The has been such a labor of love and learning for me. It’s my very first fic and also the very first piece of writing I have ever shared with anyone. As previously mentioned, I have several new WIPs and I cannot WAIT to get to work on them! For everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, asked questions or shown even the tiniest bit of love for my little story, I just want to thank you with everything I have. I have wanted to write since I was little, but could never put pen to paper until I forced myself to write a little 100 word Drabble, which literally turned into this series. The Pedro fandom alone has literally changed my life in so many ways and I will forever be grateful. So anyways....... Thank you all so much!!!!

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When he sees himself in the mirror, Frankie is all nerves.

Checking and rechecking his hair, making sure his tie isn’t crooked… worrying the little patch in his scruffy beard that refuses to fill in.

His palms are sweating and his stomach is doing flips, but he’s unbelievably HAPPY.

He never thought he would be here. Never thought he would ever want to be doing this, but you had changed his way of thinking in more ways than one.

It had always terrified him to feel as though he were tied to something. Or so he thought…

In reality, he never felt he was worth enough for someone to ever want to be tied to him. The things he had done, the horrors he’d seen? The nightmares he still endured would run off anyone who might be even the slightest bit interested. Damaged…

Valid.

He was damaged. There was no way to come out from that other side and not be. But to those who weren’t there? Ones who could never understand what he’d been through? They would only pity him and he didn’t want that.

He just wanted understanding. Wanted someone to accept him as he was, without trying to fix him.

And then there was you. You never looked at him like he was damaged. You knew about things and yet you never held anything against him. You knew the atrocities he’d seen and those he had committed, yet you never backed away from him or looked down on him.

From the beginning, Frankie felt a connection to you. He didn’t know what you’d been through at the time, but there was an understanding there - “We’re not defined by our experiences Frankie,” you’d tell him.

“We simply learn from our mistakes, grow into better people, and if we are genuine, that’s all that really matters. —You yourself told me something similar at one time, remember?”

Frankie smirks at the memory. Shaking his head, as he gets back to the task at hand.

...

He doesn’t think he can tie it any better, so he takes one final look, takes a deep breath and smiles at himself in the oversized mirror. Just a small half smile, knowing that what he was about to do was going to change his life forever….

And he was ready.

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It doesn’t start to sink in until about ten minutes beforehand that you are actually going to marry Frankie today. You’re in the small guest room, waiting for your mother to stop fussing over you already and to let you look in the mirror. “Mija, todo tiene que ser perfecta!” (Everything has to be perfect)

“Mamà, está bien... ¿puedo mirar ahora? Ya casi es hora de irse..." (It’s ok….. can I look now? It’s almost time to go…)” There’s no malice in your tone as your mouth turns up into a silly smile that you just can’t seem to hold back.

“Ah, si mi hermosa luz, creo que estes lista. Ven agora, and a y mira.”(Ah yes my beautiful light, I believe you are ready. Come now, go ahead and look.)

You stand up and slowly walk over to the full length mirror. The look on your face doesn’t at all match the sheer joy you feel in your chest. The initial shock wears off, but the weight of the moment hits you then; You’re marrying Frankie today. This incredible man who barreled his way into your life and decided he wanted to stay.

To see yourself in your mother’s wedding gown and jewelry, knowing that Frankie was waiting for you had your eyes welling up with tears. You silently prayed they stayed put as your mother had fussed with your makeup for a small eternity and Lord help you if you messed it up. So, you forced the tears back, albeit they were happy, joyous, singing to the choir tears that would surely fall once everything was said and done. You were more certain now in this choice, in Frankie, than at any other time in your life..

You gave yourself one final look in the mirror before turning back to your mother. Grabbing her small hands in yours and kissing her forehead, you silently thanked her for everything she had done for you; today and everyday.

“Ok Mija?”

“Si Mamà, Estoy lista.” (Yes, I’m ready.)

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The ceremony was modest, with only close family and friends in attendance, but you were blessed beyond reason.

Those in attendance included your mother, who had brought along your Aunt and your two little cousins all the way from Cuba. You hadn’t seen her in ages, and this was the first time you’d gotten the chance to meet the little ones.

Frankie’s Mom and Step-Dad had flown in from Texas along with his older sister, which had been a surprise to the both of you, having never gotten to meet them prior. They welcomed you with nothing but warmth and love. Your previous apprehension at making a good impression, falling away the moment his mother wrapped you in her arms as she introduced herself.

She also took little to no time in latching onto your and soon-to-be Frankie’s son, her Grandson. Who she happily spoiled rotten from the get go and volunteered to be in charge of during the ceremony, giving your own mother a well deserved break as she had been deemed (by herself) as the primary babysitter.

And of course, Santi, Will and Benny were front and center. They would’ve all been groomsmen if you and Frankie had decided to have a wedding party. Instead you both opted for just a simple service. Santi would still supply the rings, but aside from the preacher, it would only be you and Frankie standing at the altar.

—

It was time.

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly as you turned the small corner to make your way to Frankie.

As you slowly made your way down the aisle, you didn’t expect to become breathless at the sight before you.

The expectation was that, the Bride-to-be would walk in and a hush would wash itself throughout the room. All eyes on her as she made her way to alter to join her fiancé.

You were sure your anxiety would rear its ugly head at being the center of attention, and had tried to give yourself a pep talk before walking inside. However, the moment you laid eyes on Frankie, you nearly stopped in your tracks.

You realized at that moment that you had never seen Frankie wear anything remotely resembling dress attire, let alone a suit and tie.

It was always jeans and a t-shirt, jacket when necessary and work boots… always work boots. He looked good on any given day and there had never been an occasion up until that point for him to “dress up.” But, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him…

His hair was still a disheveled mess of curls that you loved to run your fingers through. Not too long, but long enough that the ends would curl behind his ears. He just wouldn’t be Frankie without them, so you were grateful he didn’t try to tame them back. He was also wearing his glasses, which he had been trying to wear more and more these days as he couldn’t stand to wear his contacts after having gone without them for so long.

His tux was your normal coat and pants, but completely white, with a black bowtie and shoes with a shine that could blind a person if they got too close. You don’t think you have ever seen someone so beautiful in your life and he was yours.

You had managed to keep your pace steady all the way to the alter, even though you had half a mind to just run and get yourself there that much faster. Your mother was waiting up front to take your bouquet and give you over to the man you truly wanted to spend your life with. She kissed your cheek before turning to Frankie and offering him your hand. As he took it she wrapped both yours and Frankie’s hands in hers, saying she loved you both and giving a firm squeeze before letting you go and sitting back down at her seat in the front.

Frankie took both of your hands and whispered from under his messy bangs, “Are you ready?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded, trying not to cry before the preacher even had a chance to talk.

You tried to concentrate on the words being said, the prayer being read to the audience, but you could only focus on Frankie’s smile and his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into your hands. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. Frankie was sure as stone and after you both repeated your vows and placed the rings on each others’ fingers, Frankie lifted your veil, seeing your lips quirk up into a smile and he kissed you. In front of all of the people who mattered to you the most in this world.

His kiss was equal parts strong and soft with his hand coming to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. You didn’t dip, but he held almost all of your weight as he put his entire life into that kiss. Letting you and everyone else know that you were it for him.

—

When you both came up for air, there was nothing but big smiles and happy tears from everyone around. Benny was hooping and hollering, and even Will had his hand to his mouth letting out a piercing whistle that echoed throughout the church. Santi was clapping along with the others, with an almost forlorn expression that seamlessly slipped back into a playful smile once Benny clapped him on the shoulder, joining in with everyone else in raining congratulations on the happy couple. Frankie took your hand and raised them both entwined up toward the sky as you walked back down the aisle, side by side, as husband and wife. The both of you more than ready to begin this new chapter in your lives.

Together.

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Two hours earlier -

“Rings, rings…. Uh, shit!” Santi is looking around frantically, shuffling papers and patting down his pockets, seemingly having misplaced the rings he was in charge of.

“Haha, very funny pendejo…. Now’s really not the time to be fuckin’ around…” Frankie’s voice is playful, but when he looks over at Santi, he sees the panic starting to set in.

“Fuck man, seriously? You had one job… !” Frankie is pacing now alongside Santi as they both desperately search for the missing rings.

“Wait!! Wait, oh! Shit haha, we’re good, we’re good, man. We're fine, everything's fine... I just left them on the kitchen table after I grabbed the mail this morning. I only live like ten minutes away from here, I’ll be right back!”

“Jesus Pope! I about lost my goddamn ass over here man… Shit, just go grab them and come straight back, ok?”

“Alright, alright…. You need anything else while I’m out?”

“For fucks sake Pope! Just go!”

“Yep, yep on it!” At that, Santi runs out the door, leaving Frankie to his thoughts for the moment.

He sits down on the little couch in the sitting area and puts his head in his hands. He’s nervous and he wants this day to go perfectly, but he actually starts to laugh when he thinks about the circumstances.

All of this fuss over rings, when in reality, they were just a symbol. A token to show the world that you were his person, and he was yours. And even if Pope had lost them, it honestly wouldn’t change a thing. He was marrying you today, with or without a ring, and he could hardly wait.

—

It only takes Santi about eight minutes to get to his place. Possibly breaking a few speed limits to do so, but he did not want to be the cause of something ruining this day for either of you.

He goes inside and sees the ring boxes sitting right there on the table next to the untouched pile of mail. He lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath, "Thank you, God!" Checking inside each box, making absolutely sure he had everything before putting them safely in his jacket pocket. Picking up the stack of mail, he quickly skims through it out of habit. Finding an envelope in the mix with only his name and address handwritten on the front with no return address.

He carefully opens it, revealing a small slip of folded paper. On the inside is a jumbled set of numbers and symbols…

Ones that he recognizes instantly—

—

Coordinates.

Coordinates to the money stolen out of the walls of Lorea’s house before it was burned to the ground. Money that was dumped in a ravine to get rid of extra weight that made flying too dangerous. Coordinates that only he, Will, and Benny knew about. Aside from one other person.

Tom.

Tom had found the money.

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A/N: Whoops!

*But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for reading. It absolutely means the world to me 🥹

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yellowwithalisp · 6 months

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Omg I read your badass/motherly reader and what if she actually wants kids? I personally would take Mayday and be like "she's mine now" (like a neice) and HELPING MILES WITH HIS LOVE PROBLEMS that boy needs it

+ that tiktok sound "why are you yelling at him" that's reader with Miles. Just carries him out of the room and looking at Miguel.

Reader: don't test me I'll send my husband at you and then you'll beg me to make him stop

(sorry it's so long)

(Here you go! - yellow 💛🌻)

“So, you want to tell me why exactly you're yelling at him?”

I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked past miles and up to Miguel. Miguel rolled his eyes as he turned to face me.

“I'm sorry weren't you supposed to be on a mission?”

“I was.”

I said bluntly as I rolled my eyes right back at him. “Until I heard that someone was yelling at my son.”

“Your son-”

He started but then he closed his eyes and let out sigh.

“Esto no tiene nada que ver contigo!”

“No, no. Claramente lo es desde el momento en que le gritaste.””

I said as I put my hand on Miles's shoulder.

“So, if you’ll excuse us I'm going to take him to see his dad.”

“He’s not going-”

I said as it flipped Miguel off and pulled Miles away.

“Do not test me I'll send my husband at you and then you'll beg me to make him stop!’

I snapped as Miles looked back and forth between myself and Miguel as we walked away.

“Wait, wait- how- how did you know that he was-”

“Mother's instincts.”

I said as he walked out of the Miguel’s room. Hobie was leaning against one of the walls tuning his guitar when we both walked over to him.

“Hey, you both made i' ou' in one piece.”

“Ah-yeah.”

Miles said as he watched me walk up and kiss Hobie’s cheek.

“Guys an asshole.”

I said as Hobie just let out a chuckle. Reaching out to gently pat my shoulder as I walked over and stood next to him. Miles's eyes shifted a bit before looking back at me.

“Soo… When you said- your husband. when did that-”

“Oh, that's been a thing for a bi' now.”

Hobie said as I looked up to see Mayday falling down into my arms, along with Peter swinging in.

“Hey sorry I’m late. I got your text.”

I smiled down at Mayday before looking over at Peter. Miles looked back and forth between Peter and Hobie.

“Did you know about this?!”

Peter raised an eyebrow before looking back and forth at myself and Hobie.

“Oh yeah. I know about them.”

He said as I was smiling down and playing with Mayday. Hobie leaned against me a bit as he smiled, watching me play with Mayday.

“You won' one?”

Hobie whispered into my ear as Miles and Peter talked back and forth. I glanced up at him as Mayday grabbed my finger.

“Oh? Are we giving Miles a sibling?”

“You know we can hear you!?”

Miles said confused as he turned his head and looked over at us. Hobie chuckled as I smiled at him.

“Oh come on Miles.”

Hobie put his hands in his pockets as I looked back down at Mayday. “I think you having a sibling will be cute!”

Peter walked over to me and gently took Mayday back from me. “You know, you two have been a thing for a few years now.” He said as Mayday smiled up at him.

“I’m surprised that you two haven’t had a kid yet.”

“Well, she did "adopt" Miles already.”

Hobie teased as I gently elbowed him in the side rolling my eyes.

“Hey-hey- well. Sencs you two have been a thing. Maybe you know… Could help me with-”

“With Gwen.”

I said bluntly as an annoyed look on my face appeared. Peter and Hobie both looked at me as I shook my head.

“All I’ll say is. Don’t. If she really cared about you. Rules or not, she would have found a way to get to you.”

I said as my eyes glared at Peter for a moment, he’s eyes widened slightly before looking away with a sad look in them. Miles looked at me for a moment before looking down at the ground with a hurt expression.

“…. You should go hang out with Spider-Byte. She seems to like you.”

I said before I started to walk away from the group. Shooting out a web and swinging away. Hobie sighed as he closed his eyes and pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning against and swinging after me.

I open a portal to get back to my world, and Hobie swings in after me right before the portal closes.

“Love.”

He started as I sat down on my bed. I looked down at the ground as Hobie slowly sat down next to me.

“I know… I went too far.”

I mumbled as he gently put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s fine. I understand, don’' bea' yourself up abou' i'. But, do you really think tha' abou' Gwen?”

“Any of them could have gone and seen him… At any time… Any place. they didn’t.”

I stared at him solemnly as we sat together on my bed. Hobie sighed as he took my hand in his, his thumb gently caressing my knuckles.

"I know she has always cared abou' Miles."

He looked deeply into my eyes as he spoke. “And I know you do too.”

“Any of them could have gone and seen him. He tried, so hard to be able to see them again…”

I said as I turned my head away from him. “People knew about him… And no one went to see him.”

His fingers started to gently run through my hair as we both sat there together. Just staring up at the ceiling, lost in our thoughts.

“We can’' change the pas'. We can’' make her decide to see Miles when she had the chance.”

Hobie looked at me with a sad expression on his face as he stared gently into my eyes.

“Miles needs you to be there for him, and he needs you to suppor' him no matter wha'.”

“You’re right, I do care about Miles.”

I said softly as I turned my head and faced Hobie.

“He’s been a lot to deal with. But he’s a good kid.”

I smiled gently up at him as he continued to brush his fingers through my hair.

“He didn’t deserve what happened to him…”

I said as I let out a sigh and looked back up at the ceiling.

Hobie looked down at me as he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Well.”

Hobie starts as he rolls onto his side.

“Maybe we could do tha' thing tha' we talked abou' before.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“The thing?”

“Yeah.”

He said before he smirked.

“Giving him a sibling. I think you need a good distraction for a bit.”

#x reader #hobie brown x reader

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heretherebedork · 10 months

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I am absolutely not okay. Just... nope. Not at all.

Tien's heartbroken expression at the realization that Lomfon is also Tai's soulmate, the way he's falling apart in the rain just staring at him right after Patts punched Lomfon away from Tai.

And then Lomfon. Oh, Lomfon. Lomfon who doesn't believe in soulmates but has suddenly found himself thrust into a world where he should believe and have one and he knows the person and he's liked Tai for ages but now Tien is right there and he doesn't know what he's thinking anymore.

Lomfon has been shaken to the core by hearing their voices in the rain. He's losing himself into this idea, this realization. His world has been turned upside down entirely. But he's also young and he had an obvious crush on Tai and now he's looking at Tien without understanding what he's seeing or what it means because now everything he believed has been flipped.

Tien has spent two years being there for his brother, pushing him to be okay, present and loving and now he's found the start of his own first love only to find out that the first person he falls for, the first person he truly cares about, is his brother's other soulmate and not only only that but he isn't anyone's first choice.

This is going to rip my heart out in all the right ways for a narrative about deconstructing soulmates. Because it's really about the idea that love is a choice and that destiny might confuse you but you still have to make a choice in the end, a choice for love and a choice to care and a choice about who you love and why you love and destiny is not enough to make love work.

Love is a choice. Love is always a choice. Love is built on choices, on trust and joy and being together and listening and talking and communication and all of those choices make love.

Not destiny.

Not voices in the rain.

But choices.

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stxrbby · 10 months

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42! Miles morales x y2k black reader

Warning: none expect a bit of swearing

Not proof read and some google translate Spanish (bc I’m currently failing 🤩)

(Y/n l/n) the one person in the visions academy who had the guts to argue with teachers due to her nails or “way to distracting lip gloss”.the only fashionista .

Miles Gonzalo Morales the infamous sophomore heartbreaker who knew how to pull every girl under his finger

except her

Y/n didn’t know why

Or when

Or how she managed to get tangled up with him. Actually no. She did know why when she got hit on by one of his fuckass friends in a random hallway

“Ay darlin’ come over here I wanna chat to ya real quick” one of Mile’s yelled slouched over another guy. You didn’t respond and started walking away

Or you tried.

You only got so far until the guy grabbed your shoulder tightly and spun you around facing yo to look up at him he was definitely a foot taker than you

“What’s up darlin’ I just wanna talk to you for a moment come over here” before you could respond he had you by the wrist dragging you away from his group

“I’m not gonna lie you’re looking fine mama. How about you and me go out together” he leaned in closer to you still with a cocky attitude as if he was giving you a chance at being together with him. “No thanks” you quickly responded as you try to walk away to your locker only to be stopped by the boy again “the fuck do you mean no thanks!” He looked at you confused and mad “I mean I’m not interested in going out with you” you quickly shut him down and walk away.

That was a week ago and to this day he still continued to ask you out. It was lunch time and you were putting well trying to put your books into your cramped up locker almost breaking a nail when a big hand grabbed you by the shoulder turning you around dropping a few books in the process

“Ay mami I’m all for the style and whatever but I’m wondering why in the world do you need this” he pulled out your burner phone.

Your pink bedazzled flip phone

Before you could try to take it from him he had it back into his blazer pocket

“¿Quieres decirme por qué una chica como tú tiene un teléfono plegable?” (Want to tell me why a girl like you has a flip phone?)

“That’s none of your business!” You retaliated back “so give it back?”

“Nah mami first you gotta ask a few questions for me then I’ll give it back” he leaned against the wall staring at you

“What do you wanna know?”

“Why did you pick this style”

He folded his hand out pulling out your flip phone examining it

“Because I like it”

Miles chuckled and your answer but as a man of his word he gave back your flip phone with a note attached to it

I’ll call you tonight

(A.N this is my first time acc writing so of course get ready for some horrible writing)

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #atsv #atsv miles #please help me #STXRBBY #writing #its 3am #minor character #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #prowler x reader #atsv prowler

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respectthepetty · 11 months

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Don't mind me. I'm just tracking the phenomenon of Lapis Lads in La Pluie (two Blue Boys in a relationship) and trying to sort out a problem.

The colors and stripes theory is sticking (Phat is dark solid blues, and Tai is light striped blue) because I find it interesting that Phat's ex was a stripes girl, yet Phat didn't pick them up like he has for Tai, but his collar was blue.

But what the eff are these two colors?!

I'm going to throw out a theory about Tien being a Yellow/(Burnt) Orange Oddity because even the back of his purple-ish shirt is yellow and that gold under the blue jacket is close enough to yellow for me.

Lomfon though . . .

Damn! Give me something, bruv! You aren't a Heavenly Human (white).

*squinting at the previews* LOMFON, WHAT IS YOUR FLIPPING COLOR?!

You better be wearing a light green shirt underneath that school jacket because I need to know where Tien is grabbing this green from in the previews?!

Are you or are you not a Green Guy?! Don't hide your color from me, damn it!

#la pluie #la pluie the series #the colors mean things #but what is Lomfon's color?!#The crazy color commentary has begun!

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kasiobite03 · 10 months

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youtube

^ required reading for understanding fliporiana.

timestamps under the cut

2:38 the things they taughts juanaflippa

3:05 thats how my dad raised me thats how im gonna raise flippa im gonna raise flippa right

3:15 she needs to be soft you know she needs to be like a flower

3:30 you taught her how to fish? shes a fucking vegan shes allergic to fish

3:50 eso no existe es mentira es creado por el gov no es alérgica

3:59 flippa is that true did the gov..?

4:06 im sick of people trying to make this work for us ok we're really making it work

4:13 no quise decirlo pero esta noche foolish intento besarme

4:35 y leonarda tiene los fotos

5:06 thats just a picture of you on a horse leo

5:42 i just want to say it: im sorry

5:59 hey dont have that- listen. we argue ok you dont argue with him

6:39 do it leonarda (gun to his head)

7:04 maybe you're rushing things with my wife

7:09 no quiera decirlo pero el me nalgeo (eng: spanked my ass)

7:22 you have a child to raise you have a child and that child has needs

7:30 that child needs to eat soy and that child needs to flip

7:35 im sorry i didn't know that juanaflippa was vegan

7:43 now in front of your ex full tongue out lets do it (make out NOT sex probably)

8:15 besos

8:21 the island HATES fliporiana love (phantoms attack)

9:00 now we have to have a kiss of three ^-^

9:15 mariana wtf. im open minded man!

9:27 alright im down (for the kiss of three)

10:07 maybe i was wrong about you guys i see exactly why you two are together ok you guys are both nuts

10:21 necesitamos ser mas unidos no podemos discutir tanto

10:29 we are the world we are the children~

10:31 oh so you two are singing together now huh

10:50 full switch to co parent discussion

11:08 full switch back to beach->sounds like bitch->mariana is a bitch

11:35 no necesitas decir thank you >:C you dont have to say thank you because its my daughter too mamahuevo!

12:03 shoot my wife in the fucking head leonarda

12:11 now that its happening idk how i feel about it anymore

12:26 puedes dar me comida foolish? ty foolish bc slime.. he is poor.

12:39 hey mariana stop with that toast shit its not going to fill you up. try some of my avacado~ toast.

13:41 nos vemos mami :> (forehead kiss to juana)

#qsmp mariana #qsmp slimecicle #fliporiana #de verdad creo q esto es necesario para entender los. y por supuesto tambien foolish.#el primero a visitarte en tu exilio #un amigo y enemigo.. te guarda el ticket de tu nina solo para extorsionarte. y no lo hace pq eres muy patetico y pobre #te da consejos y te dispare.#el ex el rebound el q siempre esta alli.#soft like a flower btw kills me. i forgot it was in here that it happened i thought it was in the farm building stream #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #Youtube

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winniethewife · 6 months

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 6: I'll be close behind

Warning: Angst, Alcoholism, Alcohol consumption. Trauma talk.

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words:1069

I never knew how it would affect me. It seemed simple, or maybe just necessary. I loved them, I should be able to do what they do. I just had no idea how good I was going to be, or how that would change my life.

Jake took me to a shooting range. I’d never shot a Gun before, I was definitely nervous. Then the weirdest thing happened, every shot I took, was a perfect hit. Jake’s eyes widened and he started talking quietly to his reflection, speaking to the others I assumed, He said something about “Perfect aim” and “Some guy in New York.” I just felt my mind start to go numb. Memories of My days in archery class start coming back to me, being exceptionally good at it, excelling in my class, but this same numbness. I was startled back to reality when Jake touches my shoulder calling my name.

“Sorry.” I mumble as I look into his concerned eyes.

“There’s nothing to apologize for Hermosa. Qué tienes en mente?” Jake ask pulling me into his arms.

“Sometimes…Sometimes I think there’s a whole part of my life I don’t remember, Like its been blocked out of my head, and whenever I try to remember, I just feel…Numb. I…I don’t know.” I rest my head on his shoulder. Jake was quiet for a moment.

“I know exactly what you mean mi amor” Jake says softly. That’s when I realized of all the people I could be talking to, they were probably the ones who would understand the most. Jake pulls me in closer holding the back of my head to press my face into his chest. I catch a glance of his face. I’ve never seen Jake scared before now, and that scares me more than anything.

“So your memories stop after the last time you saw Layla, and Pick back up after you graduate from the academy.” Marc says as he take a sip from his whiskey. We were at a bar, probably not wise for either of us but it was quiet. Just a hole in the wall bar with cheap drinks and very little clientele. Somewhere we can talk and not be bothered by others.

“Yeah… it’s like a switch got flipped, My father sends me to this academy in the middle of nowhere. I Say goodbye to Layla then, I’ve just got lots of gaps. I remember things that happened but what I actually learned or did there other than write Layla or hang out with friends... Its all fuzzy….or just gone.” I look over at him swirling my drink in the glass “And whenever I get close to remembering something everything just numbs out can’t remember shit.”

“But at some point during this time period, someone trained you to be a killing machine…” Marc says quietly. I can tell he’s angry. Angry at my parents for sending me there. Angry that the place exists in the first place. Over the last week of experimenting we had figured out, I know martial arts, I can shoot almost anything, and I don’t know when or how I learned any of it. I was terrified. I wanted to down this drink, and two more after, maybe more. I shake my head and look up at Marc, he’s staring at his own glass, I know he’s thinking the same thing.

“It’s not worth it… you said it, one drink and then we leave, just to destress.” I remind him, although I feel like I’m also reminding myself.

“I know…I know.” Marc looks over at me. He has that look in his eye. The one reserved for me, the one only I understand its meaning, his brow furrowed in worry. I take his hand in mine. Squeezing it tight.

“We’re going to figure it out…somehow.”

“And what If I can’t? What if something goes wrong?” Marc’s voice wavers as he says this.

“I know…I know we will.” He sighs. I can tell there’s more he wants to say, His dark eyes speaking unspoken words. The concern, the understanding. I take his dink and put it down on the bar holding both his hands in mine as I look him straight in the eye.

“I’ll follow you...I know you’ll keep me safe…every step of the way.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

“You sound like a broken record.” He chuckles

“Well…you come up with something better.” I smirk at him.

“Come on let’s get out of this dump.”

Layla and I looked over the supplies for the mission, all the stuff we had acquired laid out in the storage unit. I felt like I’d done this before, but I don’t know when. It bothers me, I look over at Layla and I don’t know what to say as I watch her, she is everything to me, she has been for as long I can remember, And now they both mean more than I could ever imagine, I don’t know what will come of this but I can only hope for the best. Layla turns to me and notices my gaze.

“It’s going to be okay. Trust me.” She says softly.

“Oh, I trust you, I trust you all. I just don’t trust myself. I have no idea what happened to me at the academy. I have no idea what they trained me to do or who they made me become. It’s also odd that in all the research he’s done, Steven can’t even find it, I like it never existed.” I say with worry seeping through my body. “What if...What if I can’t control it…what if I hurt someone What if I hurt one of you?” My vision blurs with tears. Layla rushes to embrace me.

“Shhh...It won’t happen…We won’t let it happen.” She says as she presses her forehead to mine. I feel the tears fall from my eyes, I want to tell her that she shouldn’t make promises she can’t keep. I want to tell her how I don’t know what to do, or what will happen, how I’ll never forgive myself, but her eyes are so full of determination. She is so sure, I just feel myself give in, tears streaking down my face as I nod.

“Okay…Okay. We can do this.” I whisper, holding her face in my hands.

“Of course we can…we can do anything together…As long as we stay together.”

“Together.”

Translations:

Qué tienes en mente?: what's on your mind?

Masterlist

Taglist: @redeyerhaenyra @summonthesoups

#moon knight #marc spector #x reader #jake lockley #layla el faouly x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #polyamory #poly representation #moon knight system #moon boys #layla el faouly #Spotify #steven grant #angst #tw alchoholism

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