#a little fresa story

[pucksandpower]

Lewis Hamilton x Queen of Latin Music!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername temporada de fresas 🍓

(Translated from Spanish: strawberry season 🍓)

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lewishamilton delicious

y/nupdates excuse me, sir???

lh44updates did you see what lewis posted on his story a few minutes before this?

y/nupdates oh my god 😵‍💫 if this is a coincidence, i’ll eat my hat

f1wagupdates no way it’s a coincidence because this is textbook soft launching

lh44updates imagine if they made the jam together?

f1wagupdates this might mean that they’re living together or at least staying over

latingossip “lewis” this, “hamilton” that … why is no one talking about the fact that this is directly shading her ex?

yourfanclub i love that y/n is sneakily calling ruiz out by using strawberry jam considering it’s sort of the reason why she broke up with him in the first place

y/nupdates it’s so poetic

yourfanclub especially taken into context with lewis’ story 🤭

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lewishamilton Feeling beyond blessed on my birthday 🙏🏽 Thank you for filling my heart with love, joy, and the most incredible music. Here’s to another year of embracing the magic of life ❤️🎵

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yourusername happy birthday, my love! you are a blessing in my life each and every day. i will always be eternally grateful for the endless love and happiness you bring into my heart

georgerussell63 THERE’S A SHE-WOLF IN THE CLOSET

charles_leclerc are you okay, mate?

georgerussell63 OPEN UP AND SET IT FREE (AH-OOH)

alex_albon he’s still a little starstruck

georgerussell63 THERE’S A SHE-WOLF IN THE CLOSET

landonorris i think the party broke him

georgerussell63 LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE

f1wagupdates they are finally official 👀

latingossip not like they’ve really tried to hide that they’re together but it’s definitely still nice to get confirmation

y/nupdates i hope everyone who got to see her perform appreciates how lucky they are 😭

yourfanclub i would have given my firstborn to be invited 🫣

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yourusername “slipstream” with XNDA is out now! hope you guys love it ❤️

“slipstream” con XNDA disponible ya! espero les guste ❤️

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lewishamilton my inspiration and motivation 😘

yourusername the reason my heart sings 🥰

f1wagupdates they’re actually the cutest

y/nupdates who is XNDA? his voice is so familiar but i’ve never heard of him before

hamilfan44 XNDA is just the stage name that lewis uses for his music

y/nupdates for real? he’s so talented!

lh44updates the fact that lewis used to be insecure about his rapping and now he’s proudly featured on a song with his girlfriend 🥹

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⤷ Wait … did I just hear that correctly? Did Lewis call Y/N his wife?

⤷ He said it so naturally that I didn’t even realize until you pointed it out 😳

⤷ It’s definitely a surprise but I absolutely love them together! They are so much happier with each other

⤷ This is a bombshell considering they never even officially announced they were engaged in the first place

⤷ Who can blame them for wanting to keep it private after so much of their lives has been aired to the public? This just goes to show that they are well and truly in love

⤷ I hope this means we continue to get more music collabs from them

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yourusername and lewishamilton racing against the world, our love’s the finish line 💍

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mercedesamgf1 congratulations to our favorite paddock couple! wishing you a lifetime of happiness and success together

georgerussell63 i’m not even mad because they’re my favorite paddock couple too

carmenmmundt honestly same

billboard congrats! we can’t wait to see the hamilton-y/l/n family expand (and by that we mean new music of course 😉)

f1wagupdates what do you know that we don’t?

lh44updates i’m not sure what i want more: for them to release a new song collab or for them to have the most adorable baby ever

y/nupdates why not both?

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y/nupdates umm are you guys seeing this???

donatella_versace so stunning, my darlings! thank you for giving me the honor of designing your wedding dress (and roscoe’s tux) 🩷

formulanone when a dog gets to wear something that costs more than your rent 🫠

paddockstyle roscoe is a fashion icon just like his father

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #social media au #lewis hamilton #instagram au #instagram imagine #lh44 #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton blurb #mercedes amg f1 #f1 instagram au #instagram edit #f1 blurb #fake instagram #f1 fandom #f1 fluff #formula 1 #insta edit #f1blr

[wileys-russo]

do fans know alexia has another little sister or are they like 'wait- there's another putellas?!', when ale and alba get more involved with fresa and fresa appears more often? 💕

they definitely know! fresa would be a little more private with her socials than alba is even prior to the void, but over the years she’s been on stories and posts and she’s seen at games with her family and was in Alexia’s documentary as well

#answered asks #🍓☀️

[believaeu399]

Decided to make more teenage mc gen z hc with the residents just bc I’m also making her Mexicans bc I’m Mexican and you can’t tell me what to do

She sometimes calls Sebas mom by accident

“Isn’t it supposed to be dad?” “No, Comte is dad…”

She once called Comte dad in front of the residents and they wouldn’t stop calling him dad

She started referring to Comte as dad or apa after that

She showed Dazai and Arthur Wattpad and read to them the weird fics she has saved

“Okay do you want Thomas the Train X Lightning McQueen, Peppa Pig X Elmo, or your looking for that furry shit?”

“Like Swiper X Dora? ORRR you want it to be X reader I have a really good ones with that bee from the bee movie!”

Dazai is like “I want to hear them all”

Dazai throughly enjoyed it he has something to terrorize the residents with

Arthur on the other hand… slightly worried for the new generation

Arthur is amazed and horrified

He started writing his own crack fics tho

The teen also writes fan fics or small stories of her own

The authors ask her to see them but she feels like they are cringe

They give her advice and help her with them

Sometimes comes to them when she has a writers block

Arthur almost caught her writing smut once in the library now she just writes it in her room

“What are you writing there MC?”

She wouldn’t be able to live it down

She sometimes asks the residents for hugs or when she knows they are comfortable with it she just hugs them

Her n Vincent just talking

She randomly goes “Can I hug you?”

“Sure you can, MC”

Theo and her bicker all the time

Just basically insult each other just how siblings do it

“At least i don’t want to make dog jokes every sentence I speak”

“At least I know that Germany isn’t in Russia”

“It’s not….?”

Theo thinks she just says stupid shit to piss him off which in part it’s true

She also fights with Mozart calling him “Niño fresa”

But when they do get along is with music she shows him all the different generes of music there are in her time

Idk why but I can see him singing some Taylor swift song

You can sometimes catch her singing songs from her time

Goes from vulgar to straight up depressing

Sometimes the lyrics get a little concerning for the residents why is she singing these lyrics

MC singing in the kitchen

“I think my brain is rotting in places, I think my heart is ready to die. I think my body is falling in pieces, I think my blood is passing me by…”

The residents hearing the lyrics

Sebas sighing “I will talk to her to see if everything is alright”

They once had a banquet and Leo gave her alcohol and she got drunk

“But…I REALLY need you to - shit - I need YOU to thInK about it. Like, if rEMy and stuWaRt had a fight whOoo would win? I vote reMy becAUse he’s a big ASs rat, he could reAlly throw stuARt to the floOr”

Dazai joining in like “But of you really think about it Stuart is really smart he could really built a dangerous weapon-“

All the residents go into a heated argument over this question

She passed out on the floor that night

They give her alcohol once in a while try to teach her to drink responsibly but when they notice she’s tipsy they give her water

She jumps on Napoleons back and makes him take her to wherever she’s going

She helps Jean with english and even teaches him Spanish

Sometimes you hear him use some phrases she uses

When she heard “Ta cabron” come outta jeans mouth and she never felt happier

She teaches them to dance more like forces

For some reason Comte knows how to dance norteñas doesn’t know why or how he knows but he just knows

She has nicknames for them in Spanish and English

This post is getting long so ima just make another part

#ikemen comte #ikemen arthur #ikemen dazai #ikemen isaac #ikemen jean #ikemen mozart #ikemen napoleon #ikemen sebastian #ikemen theo #ikemen vampire #ikemen vincent #ikevamp #ikemenvamp teen mc #ikemen leonardo

[fizzypopsoda-comics]

Introducing a new character, Benny Blueberry! He’s a delivery worker who delivers drinks to local bars or places in need of beverages, most of which being Shawn’s bar. He’s also a friend of Impy’s, who he have drinks with while listening to whatever stories he have to share whenever he delivers drinks to Shawn. Despite his height, Benny knows how to deal with people bigger than him whenever things get out of hand, even though he much rather do things more calmly than aggressive.

Fresas Scarlett (who Impy’s talking about to Benny) belongs to @angiewolf09​

Here’s also a little height chart of Benny next to Impy and the rest of the bar crew, hope you like it! ^^

#fizzypopsoda comics #angiewolf09 #cuphead ocs #my ocs #other's ocs #my art #Benny Blueberry #Impy #Fresas Scarlett #Shawn #Skeldon #Hellen

[jaime-pistolas]

TOH Telenovela Au?

I am not sure if someone has thought of this before but I have been thinking about a sort of Latin soap opera or The Owl House Telenovela AU, this is just a random idea that has been in my mind for some time but I haven’t really put much thought into it.

So, I’ve been thinking about this Telenovela AU for a couple of days now and I have some ideas, I might draw them later but here’s the deal:

It would be like one of those classic rich/preppy girl meets this lower class bad boy that her family doesn’t approve of stories, which if you think about it, is very similar to Lumity, Amity comes from a wealthy family and is this kind of little-miss-perfect for her family and classmates, she fell in love with Luz, who lives with Eda in her not so wealthy home and is pretty much a criminal in the Boiling Isles, Odalia doesn’t approve of her so yeah, it is one of those forbidden love tropes you find in these sort of things, they come from different worlds yet they fell in love.

I am not sure if what to do with this but I wanted to share this and know whether or not anyone else has thought of this before.

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He estado pensando en este AU de Telenovela por unos días ya y tengo algunas ideas, quizá las dibuje más adelante pero iría más o menos así:

Sería una de esas historias clásicas de la niña rica/fresa que conoce a este rebelde sin causa/chico malo más humilde que no lo aprueba su mamá, que si lo piensas, ya es parecido a la dinámica de Lumity, Amity viene de una familia adinerada y es cómo está señorita perfecta en los ojos de su familia y compañeros, se enamoró de Luz, que vive con Eda en su no muy privilegiado hogar y es pues, una criminal en las Boiling Isles, además de que Odalia no aprueba su relación así que si, es uno de esos típicas historias de amor prohibido que puedes encontrar en este tipo de cosas, dos personas de diferentes mundos que encuentran el amor.

No se que hacer con estas ideas pero quería compartir esto y saber si a alguien más se le había ocurrido esto.

#the owl house #toh s2b #toh s1 #toh s2a #toh #the owl house au #au #telenovela au #telenovela #TOH au #toh alternate universe

[calyxthenerd]

Group Vacation Surprises

What is everyone up to? How are all our couples fairing? How many mexicanless (and Ninaless) groups have gotten lost? And what is Delfi up to?

Previous Chapter

Down by the piers

“So, what do you think?” asked the flannel-wearing guitarist

“What I think???? What I think???? What I think is i don’t know how we didn’t do a collab yet!!”

“Well, now that Nico’s back and we have the band in full swing and you’re launching your solo career, we haven’t exactly had the time to plan this type of thing, we were lucky that we managed to align everyone’s schedules for this week, with Matteo’s album and business school, Ámbar’s work, Delfi’s journalism, Jazmin’s fashion, your and Jim’s music comedy school, Gastón and Nina who had to fly in from England, everything with the team that has kept Luna, Ramiro and Emilia busy, we’re following different paths, and I’m thankful that we make a little time for reunions like this”

“Yeah, me and Jim have been talking about it a lot, and we really miss having everyone together all day…”

In a nearby aquarium

“Look at the dolphins Di!!!!! They’re so pretty!!!!” screeches the bow wearer, tugging on her boyfriend’s shirt

“I’m seeing them, preciosa, they are pretty, not as much as you, though” flirts the Spaniard, as his boyfriend hugs his waist from behind, resting his chin on top of the shorter one’s head

“You two having fun?”

“The only thing wrong is that she’s paying more attention to those animals than to me, and also, these disguises suck, after the whole fiasco with the girl’s alter egos I didn’t really want to wear a wig again, though I look hot with sunglasses” complains the shorter male, resting his hands on top of his boyfriend’s and leaning into his touch

“Don’t worry DiDi, you have all my attention, and you look hot in anything” Marco breathes out against his ear, leaving him squirming

“Marco, we’re in public”

“You know full well it’s not going to show, relax, it’s fine, love” he assures him, before their girlfriend pulls them away to the next exhibit

On a random street near the ocean

“Bet you can’t catch me, Chico Fresa!” challenges the moonchild, zooming away

“You’re on, Chica Delivery!” bites back the Italian, racing after her, catching up to her after a while, and moving past her, only to stop in front of her, causing her to crash into him due to the speed and fall, making him have to catch her, lest she hurt herself, then they stare into each other’s eyes, with him holding her by her back and her arms around his neck, they start moving closer to each other until-

“Hey!!! You’re Leon’s cousin’s friends, right????” Asks a bubbly, cheery voice, popping the bubble they had wrapped themselves in

“Andrés! They were clearly having a moment! I’m so sorry for my friend here, he’s not the best with reading a room, we’ll leave you two to your thing, we have a nightclub to get to” he grabs Andrés by the arm and starts dragging him away

“Esperen!” calls out the short girl, making them stop on their tracks “Can we go with you guys? We’re done skating and I’m pretty sure my aunt’s house is in the way to the place you’re going to, so we can go there and drop off our things and I can borrow some of my cousin’s clothes to change into, Simón actually told me some stories about the times he went there, Can we go Matteo? Pleaseeeeeeee????”

“You know full well I can’t say no to you, specially with that face, so, if it’s alright with these guys, we can join them”

“It’s fine by me, from what I hear, you Mexicans are great at parties, and I can’t wait to find out how much truth there is to that statement”

“I’m from Argentina- you know what? Whatever, let’s go, we are wasting time!” She grabs her boyfriend’s hand and rolls away, with the other two scrambling to follow “Also, why are you wearing scarves around your faces and caps? It’s really hot out”

They both look at each other and back at her “Long story”

In fancy restaurant on the other side of town

“You really thought about everything, huh? If we didn’t have this booth, the entirety of Cancún would be after us already”

“Good thing I thought to pay everyone that served us extra to keep quiet and told everyone to bring disguises, right? I always thought you looked really good in that pink wig…”

“Mi Sueño, you know full well how much I loathe that thing, I would’ve burned it if it wasn’t such a dangerous thing to do, imagine if I caused a fire by trying to erase my past! I could never have forgiven myself” she bites her lip nervously at the thought

He grabs both her hands on his own, kissing both her knuckles, one right after the other “Don’t worry, you would never be so selfish to cause that much harm to other people by doing this sort of thing, you’re incredible, mi sueño, since the first time I met you, I knew you were the one for me, and since that day, I have not stopped loving you for a second, even on all the times I was furious at you, or myself, the love never really went away, through all the trials and tribulations we went through together, the tours, the screaming matches, that brief period we tried being friends-” he chuckled “the miscommunications and all our ups and downs, it’s always been there” he pauses, fishing something out of his pocket and kneeling on the ground, opening a little red velvet box, showing a ring “so that’s why, in name of that love, I wanted to ask you, Violetta Castillo, will you marry me?”

Somewhere, a few kilometers out of the mexican coast

“So, Em, since when do you have a boating license?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, gorgeous” says the goth, leaning against her girlfriend’s chest, where they’re laying on the outside of the boat, watching the sunset

“Mysterious, I love it”

Suddenly, the other girl goes quiet and sits up, looking at the heiress

“What is it, hermosa?”

“Ámbar… have you ever though we’d get here?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know… we did a lot of bad stuff in the past, when we were hurting, but have you ever thought we could get out of that and heal, just to end up in this beautiful place, together?”

“I can’t say that this is the life I expected for myself, but it’s definitely better than anything I’ve could have imagined” she pulls her girlfriend close by the neck, kissing her

On the path back to the hotel

“Thank you so much for accompanying me, after Delfi bailed on us, which sucks, because her fashion taste is leagues better than you guys’”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s the truth! anyways, we’re here, let’s go, my room is on the sixth floor, we’ll leave the bags there, and then maybe go out for drinks?”

“Sounds good, after carrying all these bags, I could use a little booze, Pedro?” says the bassist

“I’m down, this is supposed to be a trip to relax anyways”

They quickly dispose of all the bags in Delfi and Jazmin’s room and head out to a bar

At the airport

“Where is she??? Her flight was supposed to have landed a while ago already! She should be here by now!” Delfi questions herself, before feeling a pair of hands cover her eyes

“Guess who?” Asks a voice in heavily accented spanish

The black haired girl quickly pulled the hands away, smiling, and turned around, hugging her british companion “Emma!! I’m so glad you could make it!”

#soy luna #violetta #did you guys catch the reference I put in there?

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 3 🕺🏼

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Who answered no? 😞

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What are your first memories?

I’ll go first: I was 3 and my little sister was just born, and I got to hold her and I asked if she was gonna stay with us forever 🥹☺️

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I was around 2 and had woken up, and no one was awake so I wandered the house confused over where everyone had gone. Then, I went into the kitchen and there was my mom. She picked me up and hummed a tune and I felt so soothed 💓

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I was kicked out of daycare at age 3 because I had ”caused too much trouble”. Apparently our teacher had put some matches on the table because they were gonna use them, and we were instructed to NOT touch them. So naturally I did touch them and I lit a curtain on fire. They wanted to excuse this as an accident if it weren’t for the fact that I had been opening the front door and run outside to the parking lot, escaped through a window at naptime, and bit a teacher I hated so hard that she started bleeding. There was also some incidents where I ran with knives or scissors, although no one got hurt, but now they just could not take it anymore.

I just remember waiting in the teacher’s lounge as my mom was inside the principal’s office, and I really needed to pee. And I could have just walked over to the potty standing in the restroom next door but I decided to make my mean teachers suffer, so I put my pants down and peed on their couch. I covered it with a pillow.

A minute later my mom came out and we left. I never returned but those bitches got what they deserved. I wish I could have seen their reactions.

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I don’t even know if I can tell my first memory after whatever I just read?

Respectfully what the heck.

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🍓 chico-fresa follow

There’s so many people I know irl who has Tumblr. The problem is, I can’t figure out who some of them are. And they won’t say.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

Way to vaguepost about me in tags, Matteo. Anyway I’ll give you a hint: I barely speak to you.

🍓 chico-fresa follow

… Delfi?

But even Delfi speaks to me a little bit because of interviews so…

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It’s not me.

🍓 chico-fresa follow

I WILL figure it out! Just you wait!

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

Good fucking luck snob-dude

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I love getting to know people on tumblr. You all have such interesting lives. Literally everyone I meet here are like ”oh no my life is so boring” and then they tell me something about it that sounds so interesting!!

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As if people you know irl do not have interesting lives.

😎 rapmiro follow

Yeah, like Ramiro! You know him! I make your life interesting by spreading my interesting life!

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Uploaded a new video at my channel with a brand new piano cover! Link in the pinned post 🎵

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Everyone check out my roomate’s work!!!!

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^^^^^^^ !!!!!!!

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Fun fact, I’m a brunette but my mom from an early age thought I would have looked better blonde and she encouraged me to dye it… this is the first year since I was like 7 that I actually have my natural hair color again.

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Oh, reminds me of how my ”mom” liked to put my hair in the same hairstyle as her, I legit looked like a mini her for so long… I’m blonde, though my natural hair color is darker blonde, and she did also encourage me to dye it to platinum blonde.

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May I ask why you write mom in quotations?

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Long story short, I’m adopted by her but due to some safety bullshit or whatever she didn’t want people to know that, because she has a lot of power and if people knew she had a daughter that could have lead to danger for me. So, I have always referred to her as my godmother. Some of our staff probably still believes I’m actually her goddaughter lol.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

Now why were you ok with answering when she asked but when I asked you just called me a ”dear lesbian on the internet”?

💍 queenoftherink follow

Now is not the time, dear lesbian on the internet.

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

I hope you know that I know you irl

💍 queenoftherink follow

But on the internet you’re a dear lesbian.

#i know you like it #your bio title is literally ’dear lesbian on the internet’ you love that title #you’re welcome for giving it to you

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My cousin’s friend offered me some strange gummy bears 🤣 And now I feel really loopy.

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@not-homophobic-goth-girl EMILIA WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE HER

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Just some gummy bears?

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She’s literally declaring a cheese slicer a god Emilia wtffff!!!!

💄 not-homophobic-goth-girl follow

That just sounds like common Luna behavior to me.

Also what’s a cheese slicer?

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Wait how do you not know what a cheese slicer is?

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GOD DAMMIT LUNA you ruined the prank!!

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Wait this was a prank???

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Yeah, I had to ruin the prank because I am genuinely confused - do you not know what a cheese slicer is?

Ámbar we decided to prank you that I had gotten high because Emilia said ”it would be priceless”. She actually just gave me regular gummy bears.

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Wtf is a cheese slicer I never seen that in my life

💍 queenoftherink follow

Gotta admit good prank… i’m giving you credit I fell for it.

But now I’m also wondering how you do not know what a cheese slicer is.

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I don’t eat a lot of cheese?

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NEITHER DO I but I fucking know what it is???

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📝 angiesthoughts follow

I remember when my niece was a baby and I had a terrible day at school before coming over to visit, and my sister was busy in the kitchen and I just… vented to my niece as she laid on her playpen. And since that day, I for whatever reason felt like she was the best listener to my troubles. It was perfect, I could talk out about my problems and she just listened. Then I could cuddle with her to feel better. I used to offer to change her diapers just so we could be alone for a moment and I could just… vent.

Now she’s all grown up and I’m listening to all of her vents and bringing comfort and cuddles 💓 I guess I returned the favor.

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Well I guess this is one way to find out my aunt has Tumblr?

#angie please block the hashtag ’vilu gets real’ I have sworn to never let any family members see that #not even my cool aunt sorry

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Watching Rise of the pink ladies and why is my girlfriend literally Nancy?

My girlfriend WOULD sing ”A world without boys” and Brutal Honesty is literally her guardian angel about her. Also Nancy sews clothes just like my girl 💛💛

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Wait I figured it out! You’re Jim! Figured out one person on Tumblr I know irl…

I didn’t know you had a girlfriend! Thought you were straight honestly. Who’s your girlfriend? Wait don’t tell I wanna figure it out 🤔

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Get the fuck out of this post if you’re not gonna discuss rise of the pink ladies this post was only for that show and also so that my girlfriend specifically would reply. And she probably will reply in DMs now to make it harder for you.

#you’re on thin ice just for saying that you thought I was straight hope you know that

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It’s so funny because you may be close to most of your friends but there are some that knows more about your life than others.

I have some friends who know every single crazy thing I’ve done and then I have some friends who actually percieves me as ”chill” and does not even know about my boyfriend material scrapbook.

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This. I love and cherish all of my friends but I don’t think some of them are aware of when I went to learn more about my past and had to dress up in a disguise to not be recognized at a nursing home, nor am I sure if they know all the drama that happened in the house I live in.

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Tell me why you never told me that you dressed up in a disguise to go to a nursing home?? That sounds hilarious I would have wanted to come along

#also op tell us about your boyfriend material scrapbook

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#fun fact ’snob-dude’ was a real translation of chico fresa the swedish dub did #violetta #soy luna #disney bia #if dcla characters had tumblr

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A little fresa wedding II

Hello hello I am leaving this here so @miris-xo is too busy to murder my duck :D Though I also have to thank her, for bearing with me during my “I hate everything about this part” phase, my endless messages of possible wedding dresses and all the other things I put you through. Without you, this wedding truly wouldn’t happen! And I could still look at Rugge in a bathrobe...

Special Thanks go out to @lightwoods5ever for being the exact beta reader that I needed in that moment, I love you more than I love koalas ♥

And surprise, surprise, the same procedure as every year post: @ac-ars and @sky-girls used the name Rory first. I used my own brain to end up with this name (also because of my roommate who is obsessed with Gilmore Girls and keeps trying to talk me into watching it), which is why I didn’t give them any credit.

Word count: 2.7k

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Pt. III - Getting ready

Since she woke up from her nap after breakfast, Aurora loves to play with the buttons of Matteo’s shirt. Her baby fingers constantly reach out for them, tossing on them, while he holds her in his lap.

Opposite to them, Gastón leans against the window frame, where he checks the view and throws a glance at his watch every few seconds. “The photographer is late,” he states, clearly annoyed.

“Will you relax?” Matteo asks, bouncing his daughter on one leg now, laughing along with her. “It’s been five minutes, there’s still plenty of time.”

“I should relax, that’s priceless,” he mutters under his breath. It’s been going on like this all morning – given his behavior, it’d be easy to think Gastón was the one who got married today, not Matteo. “I am relaxed,” his best friend continues, “but shouldn’t you be nervous? Just a little? Or did you spend all of that on your proposal?”

“Haha, had a clown for breakfast again?”

Gastón has a point though. Back when Matteo planned to ask Luna the big question, he had no chill whatsoever. Zero chill, really. It was a miracle to him how his best friend endured all the second-guessing and doubting and overthinking over every single tiny little detail. While Gastón listened to all his whining, he never complained. Too much.

“No, I mean it,” his best man now says. “Aren’t you afraid she changes her mind and dumps you at the altar?”

Matteo chuckles, then shrugs. “Nope, not really. She loves me too much,” he explains, copying the grimace Rory pulls at him before he snickers at her frown. “The only thing I’m afraid of is this little one here. Hm, Lily Aurora, don’t cause daddy any trouble today.” Lifting her so she can gawk back into his eyes, he puts on his most serious expression. “Will you promise?”

Her answer is to spit all over his shirt.

“Nice,” Gastón comments, although his laugh cuts off half the word.

A sigh hushes over Matteo’s lips while he gets up to clean what’s left to save in the bathroom. “At least it’s not the shirt Luna has to see me in.”

///

Of course, his daughter holds her own opinions on acting well-behaved even after ruining his favorite sleeping shirt.

He’s not done yet scrubbing her spit out of his shirt when her high-pitched voice cuts through the silence, abruptly ending it. With curses muttered under his breath, Matteo runs back into the room, where he finds Gastón cooing over his goddaughter.

“Don’t bother,” Matteo tries to tell him over the screams and cries while he strokes the back of his little girl. “When she screams like this, she’s hungry, so the only thing we can do is get her to…”

Knock knock.

“Matteo? Gastón? Can I come in?”

“Luna,” he finishes. By then, Gastón already jumps at him and covers his eyes with his hands, effectively taking his vision. “What the…”

“You can come in!”

The door opens. Frantic breaths panted into the air. The sound of a long skirt brushing over the floor. Little footsteps, as if Luna wore no shoes.

Just the possibility of her wearing her dress already makes his heart skip a beat. Not a single hint at how it looks has passed her lips in the last months, not that he doubts it will be anything but breathtaking. Maybe she’ll go with a glamorous look close to the ones she pulls off for the red carpet every single time, or maybe she’ll look like the princesa from his songs – either way, Matteo isn’t sure how he will be able to keep the tears away when he finally sees her.

“Let me get her,” he hears Luna saying, and perhaps it’s a good thing Gastón sticks his sweaty palms on his face. In her arms, their daughter already calms down, or at least enough for his best friend to scold the bride. “You could’ve ruined the whole surprise, moon girl! Why didn’t you send Nina over? Or one of the bridesmaids?”

“She’s getting her hair done right now, I thought it’d be faster this way.”

During the short silence that ensues, Matteo wonders if his best friend is shaking his head in disapproval. He feels stupid, too impatient to sneak a glance at his soon-to-be wife, but unable to see anything except darkness.

And he didn’t even get a chance to put his shirt back on.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Matteo groans. “Just shut up, Gastón.”

Before he can reply, a small hand suddenly rests on his shoulder for support, and soft lips press a kiss on his cheek. “See you later, chico fresa.” Then, the door closes, and Rory’s whines fade and fade.

Sighing, Gastón releases Matteo out of his grip and lets himself fall on the bed. “You two will make me lose my sanity today.”

///

She wrote the note for him early in the morning.

When she woke up and Nina left to pick up breakfast, the sun still stood low enough to hit her directly through the window, dancing over her face. Her maid of honor told her to get ready for plates of croissants and scrambled eggs and whatever else she desired, but Luna already knew she’d only nibble on some toast.

Grabbing a piece of heavy paper from the drawer of the hotel desk, she sat down on the antiqued chair, thoughts lost in memories of last night. Sneaking outside with him, hand in hand. Watching the stars, too happy to find a single thing to ask them for. Soaking in his warmth, hearing his every breath in the quiet night…

She’d write a whole essay based on these moments alone, but she had to keep it short and sweet in order to slip it under his door in time.

What Luna didn’t expect was to receive a gift in return.

The photographer just walked in as she hands her a little box, almost like the one from his proposal. “The groom asked me to give this to you,” she explains in a whisper. The smile sticks to her face before Luna even opens it.

There’s no ring inside.

Instead, it reveals a strawberry USB stick and a note telling her to play it. She can’t get to the radio station fast enough.

///

The first song surprises her.

He isn't singing. Nothing but a piano tune fills the air, a melody she never heard before. Warm and light, she's sure it's a love song for his next album. It's not even the first demo of him that she listens to, but it messes with her heartbeat too much and brings tears to her eyes. For the first time today, she’s grateful for the waterproof make-up. Her bridesmaids watch her wipe back the teardrops, and Baby Aurora pats her hands completely out of rhythm, smiling. When Luna presses swift kisses on her daughter’s cheek, it turns into a happy giggle.

She plays the demo a second time, still unsure whether to smile or sob.

While the song starts again, Luna closes her eyes. Feels. Feels her chest tighten, and goosebumps running all over her body, down her arms, even to her legs.

Matteo hasn’t been much in the studio lately.

More than once did he mutter in helpless frustration how he much he missed those hours between microphones, guitars and scrambled notebooks, more than once did he convince her he had absolutely no time to fit a studio session in between preparing the wedding and spending time with his chica fresa.

She wonders how he managed to record just a sample like this, or when he composed it.

On second thought, however, it doesn’t matter much. What matters is his gift, the effort he put into making her smile, into soothing her jittery nerves on this day.

When the song fades out, familiar tracks follow it. Half of them are from her favorite relaxing playlist – they help her to take a deep breath and enjoy being treated like a princess. The other half, however… He made a chronology of their relationship, told by songs he wrote for her throughout their lives, from the very first one to the one from his last album that she played for two weeks straight.

Those help a little less with calming down.  

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She gasps when she sees herself in the mirror for the first time.

Simple as it may be, her wedding dress fits her perfectly. The lace top clings softly to her body, while the skirt flows towards the ground like a waterfall, swaying when she whirls around. Her hair falls in curves down her back, the veil held in place by her braid crown. She told her make-up artist to go for something light, but when she sees the carefully placed shimmer highlighting her eyes, Luna can’t help but to feel like a princess. A fairy princess.

If she ever worried her look might not be stunning enough for Matteo, there’s not a single doubt lingering in the back of her mind anymore.

Turning around to her daughter, Luna smiles. “Do you think mommy looks pretty for your daddy?” Aurora sits on the floor, fingers wrapped around an old make-up brush, a focused frown on her face. So far, her little one followed her every movement instead of paying attention to the toys around her, even when the brush left a lasting impression, apparently. Luna hopes Rory will feel exhausted enough from the morning to sleep through the whole ceremony.

In this moment, however, her daughter stares back at her out of those intense brown eyes, taking everything in.

“Do you think daddy might cry?” Luna caresses her little cheeks, before she gently tickles her belly. Rory giggles.

There might be a happy tear in the corner of Luna’s eyes.

“I think Gastón made a bet with Ramiro over his reaction to the dress,” Nina chimes in from the chair by the window. The hairdresser is pinning the last strands of her hair into their designated space, and Luna’s bridesmaids snap some pictures of the process.

“Do you know what they bet for?”

Nina shakes her head, then quickly apologizes to the young woman finishing her hairstyle. “No, I thought it’d be better if I didn’t ask. If he loses we’ll find out soon enough.”

The photographer asks Luna to stand in front of the door for a few photos. She smiles for the camera and tries to keep her hands from shaking. “We’ll know anyway, one is too much of a sore loser and the other one too happy over being right about Matteo”, Luna jokes. But her laugh sounds nervous suddenly.

Her gaze hurries to the clock on her bedside table. There’s plenty of time left, contrary to all the haunting stories of hectic mornings and messed-up schedules she heard before. For all the anxiety and stress Luna expected, the hours before her wedding went surprisingly smooth.

Maybe too smooth?

Luna shakes her head. No, she won’t fret over a problem that isn’t one, she won’t freak out. Not everything had been perfect, anyway. Her chica fresa almost terrorized the whole house until she picked her up, the complaint from Gastón included. (Seeing Matteo shirtless made it worth it, though.) The photographer hadn’t been here quite on time. Shoes got mixed up, one even going missing, until Yam found it had been kicked underneath the bed.

No, it hadn’t been picture-perfect, but everything is still okay. Those incidents are meaningless, and Miranda is there to handle everything else. Luna will probably have forgotten about this moment of second-guessing by the evening and it won’t matter the same way it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is Rosecliff, is walking down the aisle to Matteo. Matteo.

Thinking of the promise she’ll make to him, of the beautiful unity they’ll build makes her feel like an over-excited teenager again.

And she loves it. (Him.)

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Pt. IV - First look

The moment the wedding march begins to play, Matteo thinks there’s a real chance of him fainting. A smile covers his face, he can sense it tugging on his lips until his cheeks hurt, but the anxiety still bites into his bones, takes over his whole body.

His heart races in his chest, speeding up, faster and faster.

His legs feel weaker by the second.

His head is empty. Completely blank, a haunted house in a body full of emotions.

There’s so much happening inside him in every moment, he doesn’t know how to focus on anything happening around him.

Except when Luna appears in his vision, walking down the aisle.

Towards him.

Tears. They drown his eyes before he even fully sees her.

She’s beautiful, of course she is. His princesa, his moon, his sun. His everything. Endless dresses have graced her body, but this masterpiece becomes Matteo’s favorite one in an instant. It wears her name in the delicate movements of the skirt, in the simple yet elegant top, in the way it makes her look like she’s floating above the ground.

Every step towards him takes an eternity. Every second in which she smiles at him without being by his side makes him want to hurry to her. The only reason why he doesn’t is because his body is frozen on his feet.

Tears, and a hundred more in line, and he lets them.

Matteo imagined this moment often. Laying eyes on her in a gorgeous dress, thinking how she’ll soon be his wife. Thinking of the life they spent together already, the life they’d build from now on. He imagined it when he was barely 20 years old, struggling to fall asleep in the darkness of his room without her by his side. He imagined it with a bitter taste on his lips when they took a break and tried to figure out their careers instead of their relationship. And he imagined it while he planned his proposal, when it was the only picture in his head able to calm him down and tear his thinned nerves at the same time.

With so many scenarios for this unique moment of his life, he’s surprised that none of them live up to reality.

Nothing comes to his mind. No memories, no words, no pictures of their future, nothing but a hurricane of emotions crashing down on him.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Luna reaches him. In his peripheral vision, her dad holds her hand and offers it to him, although Matteo is too charmed, hexed, starstruck by his bride to divert his attention from her. Her eyes brighten up at his touch, green and warm and filled with a love that burns every doubt or insecurity he ever had about their relationship.

“You are the most beautiful woman in this whole universe,” he whispers. With a chuckle, she presses a kiss on his hand. “So, you’re saying our daughter isn’t the most beautiful?” He follows her gaze towards their little chica fresa, sleeping in her stroller as if this wasn’t one of the most important days in the life of her parents.

Matteo grins. “Of course not.”

The officiant clears his throat. Matteo’s hand intertwines with Luna’s, and with one last smile to each other, they face the man about to marry them. “Dear friends and family, today we have gathered to celebrate the union off…”

A strange noise cuts through his voice. Loud, and rattling. The officiant falls silent, frowns. In the following seconds, Matteo can hear his own heartbeat. Nothing was supposed to go wrong today, absolutely nothing and yet they didn’t even make it past the formal opening of the ceremony. Shit.

The noise comes back. From behind him, familiar, like the taste of a missing word on the tip of his tongue. But he heard it before, he knows that much.

Luna did, too.

A third time. A snore. And another one.

Slowly, they take another glance at their daughter. Resting her head on the side, with eyes closed and relaxed, she looks too innocent to produce this kind of eruption. But she snores again, and there’s no doubt, their little one is the sound hazard for their own wedding.

Gastón bursts into laughter. Waves and waves of hysterical giggles break out of him, and every attempt to calm down fails before it even begins. Soon, Luna grins sheepishly as well, along with the rest of the wedding party.

In the end, the ceremony starts ten minutes later than planned. Rory notices none of that.

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #a little fresa story #there are so many references in this one #one to a German New Year's Eve tradition #one to another au idea of mine #one scene was straight up a silly joke I came up with but Miri insisted on it #kinda #anyway wow things are getting real here

[gucciwins]

proud of you

harry works through his feeling and you're nothing but supportive

Word count: 3304

A/N: hi friends! thank you for the response to this story. i know tour has ended, but i promise this story is still going. on the bright side i've got two weeks left in uni then i'm free to write. this part is short and I hope you enjoy it as much as the others. i love you

please remember to reblog! let me know what you thought!

warnings: none (fluff, mentions of eternals)

love on tour series // previous part

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

New York always treated you well, but you were happy to continue on with the tour. Harry was excited to be in Wisconsin. He shared how he was a big fan of the Green Bay Packers. You were too kind to burst his bubble that you already knew. He wore that fact about himself with pride, easily slipping it in interviews or spotting out fans in the crowd wearing a jersey.

There's something about visiting new cities with Harry. It makes them memorable and holds a new place in your heart. It really is about the memories because if it weren't for him, you'd find nothing remarkable about Wisconsin. It's a great state, just not meant for you.

Everyone was excited for show day, lots of chatter and laughter were heard around the arena, and orders to fix lights or secure wardrobe was ready.

It seemed like a great day, except you noticed Harry was quiet today, reserved. You had no idea what it could mean or how to help, he was always talkative and cuddly, yet today you've only received a few kisses and a single "I love you."

To be honest, it made you worried. No one else seemed to pick up on it. You gave him space but were near in case he needed you. You hoped he would.

It went like that all day; the soundcheck was calm. He walked out with you holding your hand, grinned, and kissed you repeatedly as you told him "I love you" repeatedly as he was yelled at to get on stage. Not as present on stage, made little comments but no jokes as usual. The band assumed he was tired, but Mitch shot you a look. You shrugged, not knowing what it could be.

After that, you had dinner with Mitch and Sarah. Well, the parents ate while you and Harry watched over the young bub, who was growing quickly during this tour. He shared small smiles with the young baby, mainly leaving you to chat about nothing with the baby and your friends at the same time.

Ayae came in search of Harry when it was time to get ready, as she liked starting with him in case anything came up at the last minute. She knew she had time. He got up, not looking to see if you were following until he got to the door, turning to see you seated, not having given the baby back. You urged him to go on, saying you'd be there soon.

To your surprise, he listened, nodding, and whether he liked to admit it or not, all he wanted was some time alone, and you'd get that for him.

"You look like a creamsicle." You smiled, closing the door behind you, moving towards him to fix his collar, but stopped when he turned to look at you.

Harry narrows his eyes at you, "are you laughing at me?"

You laugh, "what, no. I happen to love creamsicles a lot, second only to paletas de fresa."

Harry relaxes and meets you halfway, presses a kiss to your lips, "fine."

He walks back over to the mirror, smoothing out the peach shirt with lace overlay tucked into his cream wide-leg trousers and leather boots. Harry looks stunning. It might be the first time you didn't greet him with a direct compliment that made him feel a little insecure.

"Harry,"

"Yes, my love."

"I think you look amazing. Sorry if you thought differently." Your words are sincere, making him turn to look at you.

He opens his arms wide, gesturing for you to come closer, and you do so. You tuck your face in his chest, allowing him to rest his chin on top of your head. "Don't have to apologize. I know what you think, could see it in your eyes. Just feeling a bit off tonight."

"Do you want to be alone for a bit?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

You take a step back, wanting to look up at him, "of course not. Alone time is good."

"I know, I know."

You pat his chest. "Tell you what, I'll go hang out with Elin, and you meditate and relax. You've got half an hour before they come knockin'."

"Thank you."

"Course," you peck his lips before grabbing your phone and walking towards the door but stop at the sound of Harry calling your name.

"You'll come back right to wish me luck."

"If that's what you want."

"I do, I really do."

"Then I'll be here and take you to the others. How does that sound?"

"Perfect."

You walk out, hoping he takes the time to relax; you know better than anyone what it's like having a day off, not focusing on anything. It happened a lot when your grandparents passed away, but with time that stopped, it also had to do with the help of your therapist. Now those kinds of days hit randomly or when their birthdays or anniversaries are approaching. Something you're thankful Harry won't be around to see, at least for now.

All in due time.

You bump into Sarah shaking you out of your thoughts, telling you she's off to change the fussy bub in her hands, and you offer her company that she happily accepts. Truthfully, you're glad for the distraction.

You're there wearing your cozy cream Pleasing sweater enjoying the band on stage dancing around to "Sunflower," allowing yourself to take in the positive environment around you. The pit is always dancing and singing along, but this crowd is surprisingly louder, meeting his energy ten times as much, and Harry feeds off it.

There were lots of stares from Harry, more than usual. He kissed you long and passionately and wished him good luck. He assured you he was fine, and you believed him. His time alone let him get his head on straight and get out of his funk. You didn't know how much Harry appreciated giving him time apart; as much as he wants to spend every minute with you, he would rather be with you than alone with his thoughts.

Mediation is something Harry had made you try more, and honestly, it cleared your mind a lot. You did Yoga to center yourself, but honestly, you haven't found the need during the last month because Harry's a comfort for you. Strangely, you never thought you'd find yourself dependent on someone else, not that you need him to move forward. No, you know you're worth it when you're alone, but when he's by your side, it reminds you that someone is supporting you. That they are with you one hundred percent, giving their all just like you. It's the best feeling.

Harry is on stage singing, a cheese hat on his head. It brings you close to tears. Everyone around you with their phones out zoomed in on the moment. Gosh, he really does anything when he's up on the stage.

It's time for his small intermission where he speaks to the fans, reads some signs. He walks around when he stops chuckling to himself before asking if he can read the sign. He, of course, gets the go-ahead, and being the drama queen he is, he clears his throat, "How does the moon cut his hair?" Harry waits, going silent, waiting for the fans to yell a bit, and the sign flips. "He eclipsed it." He shouts, earning another round of cheers. "Ohhh… that's a stinker."

You laugh, knowing very well he'd be telling his mum the joke over the phone.

The show continues on, and you dance your heart out for those fifteen minutes with your friends around you. It's been a long time since you've been in an environment so loving where you have a friend in every corner, and if you're honest, you never want it to end.

The band extends their exit, your grin wide as you see Pauli run off the stage loaded with gifts from the crowd. Sarah strolled slowly behind, waving, with Mitch following behind, smiling at a person in the crowd offering her his guitar pick. If you had kept looking, you would have seen the girl collapse to the floor in tears, overwhelmed.

You exit, following close behind the others that had stayed behind, making your way to Harry, who had already begun to strip down from his outfit of the night.

"Didn't think everyone would be getting a free show," you tease, pushing the door wider to slip in.

"Love, hi. I'm ready to leave." He shrugs.

Harry slips on his Pleasing hoodie and grey sweats. He offers you a soft kiss as he moves past you to get his bag, eager to leave the arena.

"Proud of you," you whisper.

He stops what he's doing and turns to face you. There's a look in his eyes you don't recognize, but in the next second, he's wrapping you up in a hug. It brings you a calm that you had been missing and knows he must be feeling the same.

"Thank you, I love you."

"I love you too. Meet you out front?"

"Five minutes?"

You nod, removing yourself from his hold, pressing a much longer kiss than he had given you before.

At the hotel, you offered to run Harry a bath, and he happily agreed, showering you in kisses just for the thought alone.

You give Harry his time alone, assuring him to relax, not wanting him to rush. He thanks you as you walk out. You change into a shirt that might be Harry's and sleep shorts, knowing it gets hot with Harry, who likes being cuddled right on top of you each night. Not that you minded, you just hated waking up sweating. Thanks to him, you learned to sleep with less clothing, making your mornings that much more fun.

You pick up a book that Elin had lent you, telling you she could not put it down. It's a good book, but you don't allow yourself to get lost knowing Harry could come out anytime soon.

It takes him 45 minutes to come back, knuckling at his eyes, fighting back the sleep that has started to sit in after the adrenaline rushed night.

Harry smiles at you, lifting the covers, scooting right next to you until he's comfortable laying his head right over your heart. The sigh he releases is one of relaxation, thankful to finally be alone after an eventful day.

"Thank you."

You set your book on the nightstand, slipping your hands into his damp curls, wanting to focus all your attention on your tired boyfriend. "For what?"

"For taking care of me."

You chuckle, "I know you like baths."

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your heart through your sleep shirt, "no, earlier."

"It's okay."

"I was overwhelmed, "he confesses.

"By?"

"You."

His response is unexpected. You feel yourself tense up and hope he missed it, but it's impossible with him laying on top of you.

"Not like that," he continues, not giving you a second to question him. "I love you. And you love me."

"I do."

"I know, and well, there's so much you give me, and I–I didn't know if you felt the same. That I love you like you love me."

You feel your eyes well up with tears. He was questioning himself more than anything, "Oh Harry, I feel it."

"Do you?"

"How could I not?" He lifts his head to look at you. "You kiss me and hold my hand. Make me laugh with your terrible jokes. Don't get bothered when I forget a word in English, only knowing the Spanish version."

He giggles, "forgot blender."

"Alright, don't need to bring it up," you joke, loving that he's laughing with you.

"I love everything about you, how you put your cold toes on me to warm up, to claiming you like my grilled cheese even though it always ends up too burnt," he frowns at the thought.

"It's the love that counts." You remind him as you have multiple times. "Harry, it might not always be easy, but I hope you know I love you. I'm going to fight for you, for us every single day."

"I'll fight for us too, my love."

You both go silent, letting your declarations sit in the air for a moment.

"Can I take you out tomorrow?" He asks sheepishly as if he's never asked you before.

"Yes, you can."

"Good," he rests his head back on your chest and knows it's time for bed. You reach up gently to turn off the light, ready for a good night's rest.

"I love you," you whisper into the darkness.

"I love you," echoed back.

"You know we leave tomorrow, right?" you ask Harry as he lets you hold his hand in his lap using his other hand to hold the steering wheel as he drives you to the mystery location.

"Yes, I do." He assures you are making a right turn. "I also wanted to take my girlfriend out for our month anniversary."

You scrunch your nose at that, only a month. That's a bit insane; you feel like it's been longer, and Harry has expressed he feels the same. You aren't sure what you're going to do when you're not seeing each other every day.

"Romantic."

"I try," he giggles.

He takes his final right turn, and that's when you see he's brought you to a movie theatre. You sit up in your seat, taking a look around; the lot is half empty for a premiere night.

"You brought me to see Eternals. I'm so excited."

"Excited to see me?"

"Sure, your two minutes of screen time," you tease.

"Bel," he rolls his eyes as he pulls into a parking lot.

"Kidding, very proud of you. This is the start of something really incredible for you, and I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, love." Harry pecks your lips and jumps out of the car, running to your side to open your door. A true gentleman.

After walking in, the workers don't bat an eye at either of you. Harry gets popcorn, and M&M's something about them being the perfect combination. You're too sweet on him to judge him.

The movie theatre brings you so much joy, as much as it did when you were a young girl. Your parents brought you for every significant moment in life. You watched films you didn't recognize to the Hollywood Blockbusters, and it didn't end with them. Your grandparents kept that tradition alive for you.

You find a bit of your family in all that you do.

Harry got the middle seats reserved in row H. Not all the way in the back and not at the very back where it felt like you might strain your neck.

"Good seats, amor."

"I debated honestly."

You chuckle. That sounds very much like him.

"I love previews," he confesses.

"Makes me excited," you smile at him, bouncing in your seat, ready for the film to start when you hear the intro music to West Side Story. You pull your phone out of your sweater pocket and begin filming. Zooming in closer for Rachel Zegler. The rising Colombian actress.

You feel Harry watching your every move, but pay him no mind as you post it to your Instagram story. "Rachel Zegler, our maria" is the caption, and you know all your fans will have a field day begging to know what movie you're watching and if you're working on something new with her as a co-star.

"Do you go to the movies a lot, love?"

"I try," he grabs your hand, placing it in his lap, encouraging you to keep going. "Haven't tried as we've been on tour."

"My apologies."

You shake your head, "all good." You promise.

"I love consuming as much as making," you continue on about how it's important to watch all because there is always something to learn, good and bad.

The lights went off, and in a few minutes, the film would begin.

"This cast is amazing," you whisper, still respecting the few others sitting around you.

"They are," he shares.

"Are you excited to watch?"

"I am."

"Do you know what scene they used?"

"I do."

"Hmm...you look nice with red hair," you comment.

Harry turns his head to look at you, and you giggle, knowing he didn't expect that, "okay, you have seen the scene."

"No," you lie.

"Bel,"

"Okay, maybe."

"Oh, you impatient girl."

"But I saw it a few months ago. A friend sent it over, very discreetly."

"So you know," he trails off.

You shush him as the title words begin to appear. Time to enjoy the movie and then Harry for his two-minute intro.

You're relatively quiet during the entire film, releasing gasps here and then. Leaning forward when scenes got intense, Harry swore he saw you wipe your eyes, but he couldn't be sure. You sit there quietly, letting the actor's name flash across the screen; it's when Eternals flashes on the screen do you squeeze his hand in a small way to tell him you're excited.

After the scene fades out, you're looking at Harry with the biggest smile on your face, and Harry can't help but replicate it. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, "that was you."

He chuckles, "it was."

"You're an eternal."

He nods proudly, "I am."

"Okay, was it weird seeing yourself on the big screen? I know it's been a while. Personally, it always feels a bit weird. Like it's you but also not." You try to explain.

Harry smiles, bringing you in close for another kiss, "it is odd, but something to get used to. Got two new films releasing soon."

"Trust me, you will never get used to it."

You turn to look at the screen and see Harry's name next to his character Eros.

"That's insanely hot."

Harry smirks, "think so."

"Oh yeah, Gemma Chan as the first name. Proud of her," you tease.

"Bel."

"Teasing."

After the second credit scene ended, Harry and you exited the theatre and began your return to the hotel. He promised you take-out on the way back, and who were you to deny such a treat.

"Favorite characters?" Harry asks as he munches on your shared friends he claimed he didn't want.

You take a bite of your veggie burger, taking a second to think, "hmm…Makkari and Druig, oh and Phastos.”

"Not Eros," he teased.

"As much as I found him attractive, I need to know more about him before saying he's a favorite."

"Is that so? Well, what if I tell you about him?"

"Okay, I'll bite. Go ahead."

You finish off your burger, taking a drink of your water as Harry throws the trash out. "Well, he's handsome."

"Noted," you interrupt. He shoots you a playful glare for cutting him off.

"As I was saying, he's handsome, kind, and funny."

You move over to the bed as he discusses how Eros is all about the pleasure he brings to others. Having the best time, the joy he brings others.

"Hmm…I could get behind him."

"Yeah, that's good."

"Just one thing?"

"What's that?" Harry asks curiously if you're going to keep this going or not.

"Well, I have to see how good he is at bringing pleasure," Harry instantly knows what you're referring to, removing his shirt as he moves to lay on you on the king bed.

"Oh baby, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

You smirk, knowing you're in for a good time for a long time.

Going to the West Coast would bring something new, but for now, you'd enjoy the city you were in tonight for one last night.

thank you for reading <3 i adore you

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part seventeen tacoma

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[sapphire374]

Soy Sol: Chapter 10 (Hopeful Curiosity)

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The gang is huddled around each other at the Jam and Roller rink. Ámbar proceeds to glance over her clipboard that carries the original sign-up sheet. “So, Ámbar, do we have enough members to make up a team for the competition.” Ámbar quickly looks Luna in the eyes and decides to call out the list of names. “The official Jam and Roller team members are Luna, Simon, Matteo, Gaston, Ramiro, Jim, Delfi, Pedro and Jazmin.” Everyone starts counting with their fingers but before anyone gets the chance to start counting, Gaston and Nina both yell out “that’s nine members, we’re missing one.” Luna rollers towards Ámbar. “Ámbar you’re not on the list. Are you going to join us? Please, pretty please join us. Whether you would like to admit it or not, you’re one of the best roller skaters out there and we need you.”

Ámbar takes a big gulp of air, processing everything that’s going on. Luna’s pout with her watery eyes has made Ámbar reconsider her decision. Before she always wanted the worst for Luna, but the past few years has made them become inseparable. She now views Luna as her younger sister plus being the manager of the gang’s favorite place has made her feel as everyone’s bigger sister, being the mature one. Ambar gives in. “Fine, I’ll do it. Especially since you guys need me so much. You guys aren’t wrong though, I am the best,” Ámbar jokes. The whole gang cheers, everyone jumps up and down and excitement enters the room.

Everyone is huddled as they all set their hands out and chant, “ready! One, two, three Jam and Roller!” Juliana enters through the chaos of excitement. “Opa opa! Seems like the group has never separated and feels closer than ever.” The gang all turn around facing her, their faces show signs of shock. No one was expecting this except one certain person in the room. “Juliana! You’re back! Wait how did you know we got the team back together for a competition?” Simón asks. “A little birdy called me and said that a certain team needed my help so I came as quick as I can.” The whole gang starts whispering, wondering who was it that reached out to her. Luna gives Ámbar and Simón a little smirk.

“So have you guys chosen which song you all are going to skate to?” Juliana questions. “Nope,” Ámbar answers. That’s when the idea hits Simón. “I have an idea! Maybe not only the team gets back together for this competition, but also the band? What do you guys say, Nico, Pedro?” Simón suggests. Nico and Pedro look at each other in disbelief and with a loss of words. “Uhh yes of course! You have no idea how long I’ve missed playing on the drums,” Pedro states. “And you guys have no idea how long I’ve missed collaborating the three of us together again,” Nico chimes in. “I guess that settles it. The band is back!!” Simón announces. The room is filled with so many emotions as everyone is so excited about what’s to come next. True nostalgia and memories really do start coming back to them since working together and competing to save their beloved place truly brings them back to old times. Just like how Matteo and Luna wouldn’t stop stealing glances at each other through the midst of it all.

This competition will be fierce including what’s called two stages. The first stage is the basic entry in which they record a video of their performance, the second stage is where they have the official competition. They first though have to make it through the first stage. For the next few days, Juliana tries to prepare them with some exercises since it has been years some of them roller skated. Then they gradually learned again how to do some simple routines as pairs then as groups. Before the gang knew it, in a week they have mastered all the skills and are ready to practice the actual choreography for the performance. Luna and Matteo still haven’t talked much though, yet they’re constant staring proves to show that they still miss and love each other.

Monday Evening at the Jam and Roller (after about a week and a half)

Juliana tells the gang that they can rest, and training has just finished. The group has finally mastered the double turns alignment but are struggling with air spins. Matteo heads over to Luna like old times, while she’s drinking water near the rails. “What’s the matter Chica Delivery? Has all the training finally tired you out?” Matteo flirtatiously says. Luna tries to hide her blushed cheeks and smirks at his comment. “Chico fresa you know that can never happen. My internal adrenaline is endless.” Luna and Matteo begin to laugh. Luna stops once she remembers why she was trying to avoid him for the longest. “Matteo don’t think I forgot everything that has happened.” She begins to stare at the floor, holding back a tear. “I’ve already apologized, what more do you want?” Matteo begs.

“You know that’s not the issue. I just feel like I can’t trust you anymore. You promised me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore and that’s exactly what you did. I don’t want our relationship to be built out of lies. I’d rather stay single instead of having someone stab me in the back unaware.” Matteo widely opens his eyes, it feels like someone has sucker punched him in the gut. For a long time, Matteo has tried to prove to Luna he has changed and does truly care about her, how can one little lie bring all the pain back. “Luna, you know I would never want to break your heart or ‘stab you in the back.’ I just lied about this because I knew you would get jealous of me hanging out with Viviana.” Luna gasps in astonishment. “Jealous! Now that’s a joke right there. For me to be jealous of her, that would mean I would want to be like her or want something she has but that’s not the case at all. I’m happy with the life I live and don’t want to change it. I just don’t like how close she’s been with you. You know I’m okay with you having female friends, but not when one tries to kiss you when I’m not around and constantly wrapping her arms around you. Even the news outlets think you broke up with me and dating her because of how much ‘quality time’ you guys spend together.”

Matteo responds with, “You know how much I miss it when you call me Chico Fresa and miss these fun bantering moments. I would never fall for her because you’re my one true love. You may not be jealous of her but you’re jealous of her getting to spend time with me. Is that it? You want to hang out more with me? How do I make it up to you?” Luna shakes her head and says, “You just don’t get it and it’s okay. I don’t feel like arguing today.” Luna rollers away and Matteo covers his face as he lays his elbows on the silver polished rails. Gastón heads to him and pats his shoulder. “She still hasn’t forgiven you?” Matteo shakes his head in response. His phone begins to ring in the pocket of his jeans. He lifts himself up and pulls it out. “Hello…. yes……. Already in a week? ..... ah I see, okay that seems appropriate I guess…...tomorrow okay, I’ll see you then.” Matteo hangs up and places his phone in his pocket again. “Who was that?” Gastón questions. “It’s my manager. They’re planning to release my music video with Viviana at the end of this week. Usually, we don’t release music videos this early but apparently she demanded for it since it would look good and perfect for this summer. Well to prepare for the release, they want me to perform with her in a live concert.” Matteo’s expression shows his stress and frustration. “But what about the Jam and Roller training?” Gastón asks him. “I’ll try to practice for the concert before the Jam and Roller training starts every day and the concert is on Saturday so that day I guess I’ll just miss training for that one day. I have no other choice.”

Gastón keeps thinking and doesn’t say a word till an amazing idea slips in his head. “I just got it! I just thought of the perfect plan that’ll get Luna to forgive you and get back together with her.” Matteo starts smiling as Gastón whispers the plan into his left ear. “Hermano, you’re a genius.”

The Benson Mansion

Ámbar doesn’t stop glaring at the letter in front of her. It was the original copy that was locked up in Sharon’s vault. This was what her biological mom wrote to her before she gave her away, it includes her phone number. She wants to call that number, desperately wants to but what if this number doesn’t work anymore? Or what if it does? She feels so confused. The closer the wedding gets, the scarier it feels for her. She wants to invite her biological mom and maybe even Sharon, she’s just undecided. It’s more than just complicated for her.

She sucks up every bit of courage left in her, grabs her phone and types in the numbers smeared at the bottom of the letter. It’s…. ringing. The longer she has to wait, the faster her heart beats. The phone stops ringing. “Hello,” the person on the other end answers. Ámbar’s voice begins to crack, “Uh… yes is this Sylvana Ariel?” Ámbar takes a big gulp of air. The person on the other end responds, “yes this is she. Who do I have the pleasure speaking to?” When Ambar hears that it’s her, she decides to move forward with the plan of meeting her. Maybe it was destiny for her to still have this phone number for so many years? “Yes, this is Ámbar, Ámbar Smith. We need to talk. Are you available today?” Ámbar takes control of the situation showing no signs of hesitation, even though her heart says otherwise. “Oh Ámbar? Yes, I’m available today.” Ámbar takes one good look at the letter and answers back, “Good. Meet me at Pachani’s restaurant today at 7 p.m.” The lady answers with an okay before Ámbar hangs up the phone.

She didn’t know this day would come so soon. Getting to meet her birth mother. What should she say? What should she do? Maybe this would help her understand her whole story and discover more who she really is before she gets married. Simón walks into the living room. “There you are. I thought you would be at the Jam and Roller; you never miss an afternoon of work?” Ámbar quickly folds the letter and slips it into her purse. “Oh yeah I just came home to… find another bridal magazine. I thought I left one of my favorite ones here in the living room.” Simón scrunches up his face, “here? In the living room of the Benson Mansion? But you always look at them at our apartment?” Ámbar clasps her purse and places the strap around her arm. “Oh well I sometimes look at them here whenever I visit the Valentes and have a cup of coffee, by mistake one of these days I left my bridal magazine.” Simón nods showing how he understands. “So how are bridal things going?”

“Pretty smooth. Luna and Nina agreed to go order the sets of flowers and decorations at the boutique right across town,” Ámbar states. “Oh, that’s nice. Luna and Nina were so kind to offer their help. What would we do without them?”

“Yes, I agree. We’re very lucky to have them indeed. Um there is one thing I forgot to tell you. At around 7 p.m I won’t be at home yet, I have a meeting with some other law school students for this project we have going on, so I won’t be home.”

Simón’s smile fades away. “Aww I’ll miss you, but I do wish you good luck on the project. I know you’ll do great on it.” Ámbar smiles from thinking how lucky she is to have a caring, understanding partner by her side. They hug each other and head out of the mansion.

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Lacey’s Boutique

Luna and Nina wait at the front desk holding a slip of paper that carries a list of things they need to purchase for Ámbar���s wedding. “He said that?” Nina whispers. “Yep, I can’t believe he called me jealous when he was the one who lied and created this whole mess in the first place. When we got back together, we agreed on no secrets and to always communicate. That’s the only way a relationship can go well, just look at Ámbar and Simón?”

“I absolutely agree. I felt awful when Gaston spied on me that day, so I understand what you mean. Luckily everything is fixed now,” Nina cheers. “I’m happy for you Nina, sadly in between Matteo and I is a person who doesn’t stop flirting and hanging out with him. Plus, it’s so obvious too, even Simón thought he was dating Viviana and broke up with me. I can’t believe Matteo doesn’t believe me and instead calls me jealous. After everything we’ve been through.” The cashier heads to the counter and Luna and Nina’s conversation ends. “So, is this the list for everything?” Luna nods in approval. “Okay great, everything will be prepared in time and the delivery will be sent to the place on the date of the card.” Luna picks up the card and puts it away in her tiny backpack.

“Thank you,” she begins to head out before the cashier stops her. “Wait, I have something to give you.” He pulls out another card from his pocket. “Here’s my phone number, maybe we can have a cup of coffee together someday if you’d like?” Luna is speechless and turns to Nina for a choice of words. Nina shrugs and seems to be just as confused as her. “Um... well the thing is I’m in a relationship… well right at this moment I’m not sure…. Honestly I don’t know it’s complicated me and my boyfriend well after what he did, I don’t think he’s still my boyfriend but I don’t know…” Luna stops talking when the cashier extremely perplexed expression shows vividly. “Um… well once you get all that resorted and decide not to be with this… complicated person feel free to give me a call.” He leaves and heads to the back of the store. “Luna, I’m shocked he’s still into you after everything you blurted out. I think you even fried his brain.” Nina and Luna giggle their way out.

Jim and Yam’s Apartment

Ramiro adjusts the collar of his nicely firm long sleeve button up shirt. He’s holding a bouquet of sunflowers and is trying to collect the right words to say to Yam. He knocks on the door and waits for a response. “I’m coming,” she says. For Ramiro, hearing Yam’s voice is like a breath of fresh air.

She opens the door and is surprised to see Ramiro’s well put together fit. “Before you say anything I want to do this right. Yam, I know our relationship has been like an ongoing rollercoaster, we’ve been through the ups and the downs but the one thing that has always stayed constant is my love for you. After everything that has happened, I always knew I love you and my path ends up meeting yours. Yam would you like to go on a date with me?” Yam covers her mouth in amusement. She’s appalled from the beautiful surprise he’s presented her, and with a speech too. Usually, Ramiro is too cool for all of this but seeing what he has done has proven enough to Yam that he’s committed. “Ramiro of course, I would love to. In fact, I was always thinking what took you so long?” Yam begins to chuckle. “I guess fear from this not working out, but you can’t always live in fear for the rest of your life.”

Yam jumps into Ramiro’s arms and kisses him on the cheek.

#soy luna #soy sol #soy sol universe #soy luna fanfic #lutteo #simbar #soy luna fanfiction #disney soy luna #sl fanfic #sl fanfiction #soy luna wattpad #sl wattpad #gastina #pelfi #yamiro #jico #karol sevilla #Valentina zenere #Soy Luna one shot #Soy Luna one shots

[hoodharlow]

can you do teaching calum spanish? like him getting a little embarrassed and you assure him he’s okay. sorry, english isn’t my first language. saludos xx

No te preocupes, I got you. 

AN: I try avoid using y/n in my writing because I think it ruins the flow, so I gave anon a name. It will makes sense when you read it.

Summary: Cal walks into you the coffee shop where you work at and you try to explain the different cafecitos the shop serves. 

“Hi welcome to La Casa del Café, what can I get you today?” I said before my breath hitched realizing who was next in line.

Calum fucking Hood, in all his glory. Well not like that, but there he stood 5 feet away from me. About to order at my cousin’s coffee shop. He looked so comfortable in an off-white color hoodie and rolled up jeans, all paired up with  Doc Martens. An outfit very similar to mine except I wore the corny “La Casa del Café'' t-shirt my cousin made us wear instead of a comfortable hoodie. 

“You can go I’m still not sure what to get.” He told an elderly woman, Doña Pina.

Doña Pina is one of our regulars. Every morning, her daughter drops her off at Zumba while she runs errands for her kids. She waits five minutes before walking over here and ordering her usual té de canela and riele de fresa, a puff pastry with strawberry filling. An hour or so passes, and she walks out to wait for her daughter. I’m pretty sure her daughter knows she doesn’t go to Zumba.

“Buenos días, Doña Pina, lo de siempre?” I ask her, just to make sure. 

“Si y el muchacho de atrás para ti.” She confirmed pulling out a five dollar bill.

“Doña Pina,” I began.

“Al paso que vas te vas a quedar quedada como mi Juliana.” She shrugged. I rolled my eyes at her comment.

You graduate college and everyone wants you to get married and start popping out babies right and left. My abuela on my mom’s side straight up asked me if I was pregnant. No ma’am, I’m just gaining weight from working at the coffee shop because all I eat is pan dulce. 

“Ahorita le mando la canela y el pan.” I shooed her away. 

Knowing her, she would turn around and ask Calum if he’s single. Then proceed to try to set me up with him by telling him all my good qualities. I doubt he would look my way, a philosophy major that took a year off before starting law school because shit’s expensive, when he has models, influencers, actresses, and other girls in the entertainment industry to pick from. 

I noticed Calum looking at my chest. Bruh, there’s nothing to look at there. 

“How do you pronounce your name?” He asked. Oh, that’s why he’s looking at my nonexistent boobs. “Sorry that was super random and kinda weird. You don’t have to tell me. I’ll just-”

“It’s Tonantzin, but people call me Tony.” I cut off his rambling.

“To…”

“To-nant-zin.” I repeated, splitting it up by syllables. 

My parents decided to give my sisters and I the most complicated names to pronounce. My older sister was named Citlaly while our younger sister was named Monserrat. Of course that just meant through all of elementary school all the rude ass kids would call her minced rat. 

“Toe-nancy?” Calum said, slightly unsure. I shrugged, it was pretty close and on the first try. “Well, I’m Calum.”

“I know… I mean not like that. It’s just you’re, you know, Calum from 5 Seconds of Summer.” Great, now I’m rambling. 

I quickly glanced over to Doña Pina, and she shook her head at me in embarrassment. 

“I figured. I should order something.” 

“Yeah, gotta keep the business running.” I chuckled nervously. 

“What’s café de olla?” He asked, but he made the double ‘l’ sound like ‘l’ rather than ‘ye’.

“It’s actually olla. In Spanish the double ‘l’ makes a ‘ye’ sound. The way you pronounced it means either wave or hello. If it’s h-o-l-a then it’s hello, but if it’s o-l-a then it’s wave.” I explained.

Why am I like this? He’s probably gonna walk out and go to the Starbucks a few blocks down. Then Jose Luis, my cousin, is going to fire me because I’m driving away customers because I decided to teach them Spanish instead of taking their orders. I would be moneyless; therefore, I would have to drop out of law school before even going.

“Ola is for waving hellos. Get it?” He smiled. He’s cheeks instantly flush, and he clears his throat. He’s so fucking adorable. I just wanna hug him. "Sorry, that was stupid.”

“No!” I yelled, then I lowered my voice, “You’re good. I can be slow sometimes. It’s actually a pretty smart way to remember it.” 

Calum gave me a relieved look. We stayed quiet for another few seconds. Thank god it was fairly slow this morning or I would have gotten yelled at. 

“But, um, café de olla is just coffee made in a clay pot with water, cinnamon, piloncillo, a giant chunk of brown sugar, and finely ground coffee. Olla is pot in Spanish hence the name: café de olla, coffee made from the pot.” I explained.

I see him eye the pan dulce display next to the cash register. His eyes are glued to the polvorones with sprinkles. I loved eating those as a kid. I would dunk the pan in my milk and wait for the color to run off the sprinkles into the milk. 

“I’ll take a cup of the café de olla.” He said looking away from the display.

“For here or to go?”

“I’ll take it for here, please.” He pulled out a ten dollar bill. 

I gave him back seven dollars in change, all which he put in the tips jar. He just can’t give leave a 233% tip like that. I watched him walk over to the other end of the shop and pull out his laptop. 

To my luck, we had run out, so I quickly started a new batch. “Mientes” by Camila, the Mexican rock band not the racist dating Shawn Mendes, started playing and I couldn’t help myself and started to dramatically lip sync to it while the coffee heated up. I used the whisk as a mic for my musical number. 

After a few minutes the batch was done, I poured Calum’s in a taza de barro. My cousin brought a few dozen of these from where our dads’ family are from in Mexico. 

I remember when we were younger we would wake up at the brink of dawn and go get leche recién ordeñada. My ‘lita would make a huge olla of coffee where the grown ups would add milk directly from the cow and an insane amount of alcohol. But for us kiddos, they would pour a spoonful of chocomil before adding the milk. We would all have our piece of bolillo. Except for my sister, Citlaly, she’s the world’s pickiest eater. 

I grabbed one of the sprinkled polvorones before bringing Calum’s coffee to him where Doña Pina is chatting him up. I can’t with this woman. 

“Mi’ja, I have to get going. It was nice meeting you, Calum.” She said, patting my shoulder. “Que no se te vaya el muchacho. Es buena gente.” she quickly added before waving at Calum. 

“Here’s your coffee.” I said setting it next to him.

“I didn’t order this.” He gestured to the polvoron.

“I saw you eyeing it, so I assumed you’d like to try it.” I replied, casually, or I thought I did.

“It looks like fairy bread. When I was younger, on Sundays, my mum would always make fairy bread for my sister and I.” He said. His eyes had a little twinkle when he talked about home. He reached for his wallet. “Um, how mu-”

“On the house.” I cut in. He was about to protest, but I jokingly explained, “You made it out in one piece from a conversation with Doña Pina. She somehow manages to get the cute guys to walk her back to her daughter’s car.” 

“What was the song you performed a few minutes ago? I really liked it… the song.” He asked randomly.

A la pinche madre, he saw me. 

“Oh, it’s ‘Mientes’, by Camila. They’re a Mexican rock band.”

I went off explaining to him how their first album, Todo Cambio, is the best, but Dejarte de Amar slaps. I somehow transitioned to giving him other bands he should check out, like Los Enanitos Verdes, Maná, and Los Prisioneros. I also recommended Julieta Venegas because she’s that bitch. 

A few hours later he left. He promised that he’ll come back for the coffee and polvorones. I jokingly told him that I would help him out with figuring out what the songs mean. He just smiled. 

While on my lunch break, I tapped through Instagram stories. I stopped at Calum’s. He posted that on Spotify he was listening to ‘En el Muelle de San Blas’ by Maná. At the bottom he put a few hands in the air along with “cafe de olla and new music recommendations.”

#request #calum hood blurb #calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #calum hood fanfic #calum hood request #maná #camila the mexican band

[wileys-russo]

these old flashbacks hit so hard because I cannot phantom how these two were such a big part of fresa’s life and happiness when they were younger and then lose it all in a few years leaving fresa in the dark. THERES SO MUCH TO UNPACK fresa’s holding on like a champ but so much pain is still there (this story is my favorite thing on earth)

there’s always two sides to every story as we learned from p5 where eli elaborated a little on the responsibility on alexia! someone (me) give fresa a hug and assure her she’s loved 😩

#answered asks

[countessofravenclaw]

SL S1E1

- I really love the intro. There is no time or place where Alas does not slap

01:23 - Starting off with a dream

01:34 - I'll be pointing out this a lot, but you can tell when the actor is not the one skating when in the close-up shot of skates, the skates are just bootcoverings with the pattern and not the real skates

02:00 - And there goes the necklace, making a point that it is a significant item

02:02 - So it was all a dream

02:31 - Moniga not caring about Luna's dreams since day 1

03:30 - I want to live in the Cancun sea

03:49 - Who is Sharon talking to? And also it is so weird seeing a more relaxed Sharon

04:23 - Matteo already ignoring Ambar. Ambar misses him? I guess there was some affection and feeling in the relationship

06:10 - Why is Matteo at Cancun by himself? Just to skate with some random street people?

06:48 - They are carrying those glasses on top of their heads?

07:06 - The first instance of many Luna Valente falls

08:35 - the best chef indeed. Really the whole story kicks of from that Moniga prepared so very good lobster. More on that later

09:30 - I wonder why she does not like fire. I have no idea

11:24 - the Birth of Valiente

12:49 - Actually it is quite interesting how the first person we see from the Roller crew is Pedro and we can see Delfi in the background. It is probably not intentional, but...

16:31 - There he is! the real hero who dies to give us this amazing story! The Lobster!

17:26 - we never meet those "friends" that Moniga disapproved of

18:59 - And here we have the first instance of Ambar changing her order a thousand times, before settling on one

19:34 - One bite, and now you want to go through all that trouble of getting Moniga to BA. It must have been some good Lobster

20:57 - Matteo just randomly decided to skate in this very specific place. Could it be fate?

21:07 - Okay, it was very clearly Luna who ran into Matteo

21:58 - Delfi, I have a pretty good answer on why Nina goes to Roller and you won't like it, but more on that later

22:18 - Nina just flat out said no. I love that she never really was a pushover

23:32 - Luna, it was clearly your fault. Don't talk back to the customer

23:40 - What did I just say? And don't go insulting the customer either

23:55 - Ambar's attempt to kill Luna no. 1

23:58 - And Mateo to the rescue!

24:32 - Roll credits!!

25:10 - No Luna, they are not ruined, just wait for 160 episodes or so

27:02 - The plot thickens, this is the first mention that Luna is adopted

29:21 - Only time we ever see Sharon drive

30:07 - This nice Sharon is so weird to see

30:49 - Nina spitting out a full video lighting lesson. That is why we love her

31:09 - Delfi thinking that she is above Nina. Little does she know that Nina will eventually steal the guy who Delfi wanted

31:53 - Matteo is probably texting Gaston. Gaston really should have appeared in the pilot too, but I guess we can't have everything. Disney doing Gaston dirty since day 1

32:16 - and that is how we all learned that Luna is Sol, before we knew who was Sol

33:14 - As weird name as Sol?

36:02 - Wow, Sharon is desperate for that Lobster. Who goes through all that trouble to just get a chef

36:17 - Yes, Blake does arrange exchanges to Europe, exchanges that certain someone should have really gone on, but we'll yell about that more when we get to the latter half of S2

40:38 - There we have that manipulative Sharon we all hate

40:49 - There we have the first "Chica Delivery" and "Chico fresa"

48:39 - Bigger adventure than you think

49:53 - So... Was Sharon also conveniently missing a staff manager as well, so Miquel could also get a job?

51:45 - Quite weird to see Luna's room so empty and colorless

55:09 - And that is how Luna just magically ran into Jam and Roller

55:54 - Going full circle with the dream

This ended up having a lot of stuff in it, but I can't promise that I have this much to say about every episode, but we'll see

#Countess'SLRewatch

[mylutteoheart]

Playing Cupid

Chapter 2 is finally here after over a year of not updating (oops). Anyway I will finish this, I just don’t know when. I still don’t know how many chapters it’s going to have. I want do a weekly update of this story but knowing myself, that probably won’t happen. There’s more focus on Gastina in this chapter. Like I’ve said before, this story will be focused on both Lutteo and Gastina.

Luna and Matteo have been building their lives together slowly. Fresh out of college, they’re planning their future. But by planning this, they have an underlying plan no one knows of. Bringing their best friends together after 4 years of not being happy without the other. How well will their plan of playing Cupid work? 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | my other fics

Chapter 2: Completing Step 1

After they decided to try and set Gastón and Nina up, Luna and Matteo sat down at the dinner table and tried to devise a plan to make sure their goal was achieved.

"So what do you think is the best way to get them back together?" Luna asked after a moment of silence.

"If they knew they have to walk down the aisle together, they probably wouldn't agree to the role in the wedding." Matteo rubbed his chin in a thinking gesture. "So it's probably best if we don't tell them that part."

"When is Gastón coming back?" Luna wondered.

He answered: "He's done with his internship at the publishing company in a few weeks. After that, he'll return to Buenos Aires."

"I had no idea he was coming back. I was starting to think he would stay in England." She said as an afterthought.

"He always planned to come back. I believe he wasn't ready yet until now. He did graduate a year ago."

"Why now though?" Luna frowned because she didn't really understand.

Matteo scratched his neck nervously and answered: "I might have told him that Eric and Nina broke up."

"But Nina asked us not to tell him." she pointed out.

"Well, he kept pushing me to tell him more about Nina and it kind of slipped. He seemed sad when me about her. I didn't like hearing that tone." He looked concerned telling her this.

"You know, it's kind of beautiful yet sad how in love with each other they still are." Luna thinks back on the face Nina made when she admitted that she never really loved Eric. It was obvious she still had feelings for Gastón but she's so in denial. It's breaking Luna' s heart to see her best friend so unhappy.

"No worries, Chica delivery, we will fix that." Matteo gave her an encouraging smile, hating to see her so upset about their best friends.

"Okay so we both ask them to be our best man and maid of honor at our wedding. That's the first step." she got back on track to come up with a plan. Determination clearly visible on her face now.

"Right, it would be hard to refuse. What are we going to do when they find out about each other's role in the wedding?" Matteo asked, worried about what would go down once they do. They would both probably be upset and feel awkward about it.

"I don't know, I hope we can bring them back together before the wedding but I think that's going to be hard." she was visibly nervous about their possible reunion.

"They do still love each other. They're just too afraid to give into their feelings. Getting them to admit what they feel wouldn't be that hard." he was sure about this, his typical Chico Fresa smile was on full display.

"You're so sure about your matchmaking abilities." she chuckles, still loving his cocky remarks.

"Don't you remember? I'm the best at everything I do." he teases with a big grin on his face.

"How could I forget?" she playfully rolls her eyes.

They're both laughing, loving how easy it is to get back to their usual bickering.

After a moment of silence, Matteo takes her hands and pulls her onto his lap. Letting her sit comfortably sideways. "So our first step is to ask them to be in the wedding and then we'll maybe drop subtle hints here and there about the lingering feelings of the other. I think that's enough for now." Matteo concluded.

"That sounds about right."

"Now let's get back to the actual wedding planning because I honestly can't wait to see you walk down the aisle." he says seriously.

Luna just nods, distracted by their proximity. Her eyes fall down on his lips and she slowly leans in, feeling the sudden urge to kiss him.

Matteo soon realized what she wanted and started leaning in as well. After a few agonizing moments, their lips touch softly. It soon got intenser as they couldn't get enough of each other. Their lips moved in synch, not wanting to let go. Matteo put a hand on her cheek to have a better angle. Luna's arms wind around his neck. They pulled away once the need of air could no longer be ignored.

"Let's get to work then." Luna answered, still breathless because of the kiss.

All Matteo did was laugh.

**** Nina was at the Jam & Roller waiting for Luna to arrive since she asked to meet. To waste some time, she somehow ended up looking at Gastón's social media page.

She didn't know why she did but she felt the urge to check up on him. She hasn't been able to stop thinking about him lately. Ever since she saw the picture of him seeming to be having fun with other girls. She couldn't get that picture out of her head.

Just when she was about to read his most recent post, Luna appeared in her vision. She quickly put her phone away so she wouldn't get caught looking up her ex-boyfriend.

"Hey, Nina. What's up?" her best friend greeted her with a big smile.

"Hey, nothing much. How's the wedding planning going?" she avoided answering her question as much as possible.

"We started just yesterday so we haven't gotten much done. But Matteo seems to be excited to have the wedding planned." she smiles and seems to be caught in a daze thinking about her fiancé. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Nina's brows shot up, curious about what she wants to tell her. "What is it?"

"I wanted to ask you if you would want to be my maid of honor." Luna asked hopefully.

Nina couldn't surpress the smile that appeared on her face: "I'd love to. Thank you for asking me."

"You're my best friend, of course I would ask you." she answered as if it was no big deal.

"Who's going to be Matteo's best man?" Nina asked, curious to know who will be next to her when she walks down the aisle.

"He doesn't know yet." Luna answered but acted a little suspicious. Nina didn't think any more of it. She was just happy she was going to be her best friend's maid of honor.

"So does this mean I have to help you with wedding planning? Because I'd love to help wherever I can." Nina asked excitedly.

"Actually that would be great. I never realized how overwhelming planning a wedding would be." she answered and sat down in front of Nina.

"So where do we start?" Nina asked and they started talking excitedly about all the things they have to do before the wedding.

**** Matteo sat down in the living room, taking a break from his songwriting and decided that now would be a good time to ask Gastón to be his best man. So he took out his phone and dialed his best friend's number.

Gastón picked up after the third ring: "Hello, this is Gastón speaking." he sounded tired.

"Hey, brother, it's me." Matteo greeted his best friend.

"Oh, hey, how are you?"

"Good and you?"

"Great, Luna and I are in full wedding planning mode now and I can't wait to marry her." he answered with a loving smile, thinking about their planing earlier today.

"I'm happy to hear that. I can't wait to come back and see how everything is going."

"I'm so glad you could come to the wedding in person. It would have been dull to marry Luna without you."

"That's good to know." Gastón chuckled.

"Speaking of the wedding, I have something to ask you." Matteo started a little nervous.

"Okay, what is it?" Gastón seemed confused.

"Will you be my best man?" he asks

"Of course I will. This is going to be so exciting." his best friend looked forward to all the tasks a best man has. He was hoping Matteo would ask him.

"Thanks, that's great to hear." Matteo pauses for a moment. "I should get going now, I need to get back to songwriting."

"Okay, good luck. I'll see you soon. I have to get ready for my internship as well." Gastón hung up after this.

Matteo smirked when he put down his phone. Step one of Operation Cupid is complete. I hope everything will go according to plan, he thought before getting back to his songs.

#Soy Luna #Lutteo #Gastina #my soy luna fic #SL fanfiction #Playing Cupid #multichapter

[wingittofreedom]

For the recent fanfic asks, do you want to answer 10, 19, 20?

Thanks for the ask @eunyisadoran​ 💛💛

10. Best insult you’ve written in a fic?

My favorite is from A little bit of grace (for me and for you), although to get it, you have to know that fresa means both strawberry and ‘snob’ in Spanish:

Jim turned an angry red. Swiveling to one of the nearby carts, he grabbed a strawberry from a free-sample plate.

“Here,” he said, shoving it against Spock’s shirt. “Why don’t you eat one of yourself, you chingada fresa!” 

I’m also proud of this one from Chimborazo, Cotopaxi had taken my speech away, although it technically only happens in Jim’s head:

What kind of name was Mason Taylor Miller anyway? What idiot parents named their kid ‘Mason Taylor’ when his last name was going to be ‘Miller?’ Didn’t they know those were three mutually exclusive professions?

Fucking backwater idiot hicks, Jim thought with a scowl.

19. Which scene from your fandom do you write most often in fics?

I don’t usually re-write canon scenes, but I have a chess scene in most of my Spirk stories.

20. What is your favourite line from the source material? 

I like “You almost make me believe in miracles,” from TOS and “I don’t believe in no-win scenarios” from AOS because I’m a sap.

#@eunyisadoran #ask game #spirk #fanfic #fanfic asks

[detectiveguapo]

A couple of days ago, I came out of Tumblr hibernation to say that I was working on something and here it is. As per usual, it’s a drabble that turned into a 3486-word one-shot. Featuring Miguel Galindo (duh) and YOU (or a character of your choice; I have one in mind but I’ll keep her a secret for now). 

Warning: Sexual Content 

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Arouse

Summer of 2009 - Santo Padre, CA

A blur of neon lights swirl across your eyes as the brass and accordion swell with the sounds of Santo Padre’s annual summer fair. The desert air tastes like cotton candy with a heat that surprises you in the back of the throat. It’s customary when La Feria’s in town that you and everybody’s cousin come out to gorge on elote and tacos, ride rollercoasters on rickety tracks, and watch people in this dying town momentarily forget they live in this dying town.

Your best friends are all about tradition, and as much as you hate to admit it, so are you. So you indulge and join them, because, really, anything is better than spending another Friday evening home alone, wallowing in sadness over your cheater of an ex-boyfriend. It’s been six months, but it still stings — like a papercut that refuses to heal. Why would it when you insist on picking at it with questions of whether you should have followed him to San Diego instead of staying here to work at your tío’s restaurant? You think moving out there would have solved the distance problem, which caused the unwanted celibacy problem, which made every college-aged girl an irresistible temptation in your ex’ eyes. He can’t help it; he has needs. It’s tough when you know he’s wrong, but you still blame yourself for not doing enough to keep him happy.

You’ve never been at your best when threatened with the fear of being alone.

—

The crowd grows denser as you pass through the stretch of colourful carnival games. Desperate for cool relief, you wrap your hands around your hair sticking to the back of your neck. A cool breeze rushes up the length of your spine, and you close your eyes, savouring the sensation before it’s gone. When you open your eyes, the first and only thing in focus is a face so sharp and crystal clear that everything else blurs into the background. You hold his smouldering gaze. You follow every line and every curve of his face, memorizing the slope of his nose and the mischievous curl on the corner of his lips. That steady thrum of a heartbeat drowns out the noise, and time has conspired to stand still for just the two of you.

Until you hear your name. You break the stare, ducking your head as hair falls over your flushed face. Someone takes your hand, and it takes a second before you realize it’s your friend dragging you farther into the crowd. “What’s wrong with you?” She laughs, totally indifferent to what had just happened. “It’s like you’ve seen a ghost.”

—

As the night deepens from a haze of purple to black, you go through the motions of listening patiently to stories you’ve heard before. You love your girls, but your head’s not present in the moment. You try not to give yourself away, but you’re searching through the throngs of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of that man in the blue shirt. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you; maybe it was just a mirage of a gorgeous man. God knows you’ve been thirsting for affection from the opposite sex. As much as you hate to admit it, your ex-boyfriend had a point — long distance relationships are nearly impossible because you lose that ability to have sex whenever you desire. It’s frustrating. And ever since you broke up with him and blamed yourself for simultaneously not doing enough and doing too much for someone who didn’t deserve it, the frustration has only grown tenfold.

You’ve tried. You’ve gotten close with your own fingers, but you’ve just never gotten to that place. Last week, you agreed to go on a date with an old acquaintance from high school before you chickened out when he asked you if you wanted to cap off the night in his apartment. You’ve always been known to go after what you want but, lately, it all feels as if there’s nothing worth wanting.

Except a strawberry-chile raspado.

—

The man scoops shaved ice into a plastic cup and prepares your treat right in front of you. Your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweet and spicy flavours on your tongue and the refreshing ice down your throat.

“Dos piñas, por favor.”

The voice is warm and deep like thick honey poured into a glass of intoxicating amber. A flash of blue creeps into your periphery, and you find yourself standing shoulder to shoulder with, what you thought was, your desert mirage.

He looks straight ahead, just as fascinated as you were moments earlier, but this time you’ve got something new requiring your utmost concentration. You study him from the corner of your eye, noting his clean-shaven face and his genetically-blessed bone structure. He’s well-dressed — almost too well-dressed for La Feria — but he carries himself with so much confidence that he doesn’t look out of place. He’s got a boyish charm to his features, but the lines on the corner of his eyes suggest he’s older than you, but not by much — maybe in his late 20s.

“Aquí está su fresa y chile, señorita.”

He smells really good, too. Like being cloaked in expensive leather while sitting in front of a crackling fire in a log cabin nestled deep in the Northern California woods.

“Your raspado,” the stranger says, while handing you the plastic cup with the domed scoop of red shaved ice.

“Sorry. Thank you.” You say quickly, taking the cup from his hands, skin stirring upon contact. A little bit of the ice falls onto the back of his hand. “Shit. I’m so sorry.” You grab a stack of paper napkins on the counter to help wipe it off, but he’s already ahead of you, placing his hand to his mouth and licking the trail of sweet, red juice. Not once does he stop staring at you.

Suddenly, the thought of submerging your body in a vat of shaved ice doesn’t sound all that terrible. It’s boiling hot, your cheeks are burning, and your limbs feel so loose, they’re melting. Your heart races. Your breath quickens. It’s been a while since you’ve genuinely had this feeling but you recognize it straight away. You’re aroused.

—

“Holy shit!” Your friend manages to yell and whisper at the same time. “What was that? You and that guy were totally eye-fucking back there.”

“What?” You scoff. “We were not.”

“Who is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you have to find out.” She pushes you back in the direction of the food stall, where he’s still waiting for his order. “Go!”

“No way!”

“Why not?”

“Because he ordered two drinks so he’s probably getting it for his girlfriend or his wife.”

“Nope.” Your friend says, crossing her arms over her chest. She nods in their direction, and you look over your shoulder to see the man hand one pineapple shaved ice over to his mother. “Awww, isn’t that so sweet? Total hubby material.”

“Lorena,” you warn her.

“You’re so into him.”

“Cállate.”

She rolls her eyes and flips her long, dark hair over her shoulders. “Ay, maybe you should let him fuck all that negative energy out of you.”

You playfully shove her and make a disgusted face, but in your head you’re thinking that may not be the worst idea in the world.

—

You love your girl friends but you also want nothing more than to kill them in this moment. The teasing is relentless. And now that they’ve caught onto you being “hot for the hot guy”, they’re making a conscious effort to stalk him around the carnival. You follow him a few feet away as he walks the fairgrounds with his mother, your heart warming as he places a hand on the small of her back to guide her through the crowds.

She pulls him toward a line for a ride. He puts his hands up and looks like he’s telling her it’s a bad idea, but she insists, smiling brightly at her son. As soon as they fall in line, your friends are dragging you to the same ride of spinning, vomit-inducing cars.

He doesn’t even notice you’re standing right behind him until your friends start giggling, pretty much giving away the fact that you’ve been following him all night. The stern expression on his face softens and he smiles at you and your friends, before turning back to his mom to place an arm around her shoulder.

As you approach the gate to the ride, his mother steps out of line. “No, no creo que pueda hacer esto.”

“Mamá, esta fue tu idea.”

“Lo sé,” She says as she takes another step back, looking over her shoulder like she’s in search of something or someone. “Pero no puedo, Miguel.”

“Mamá.”

“No. You stay in line. You’re already the next one to go,” she tells him with motherly authority. “Encontraré a tu padre.”

Miguel hesitates to follow her but stops when he sees her flanked by two burly men in black. He breathes a sigh of relief and shakes his head, and a seed of doubt plants firmly deep in your belly. You already know he’s not from around here, but something in your gut tells you he isn’t supposed to be here either.

The alarm bell rings and the gate opens. As the tide rushes in, you hear the faint laughter of your friends standing on either side of you. They exchange a knowing look and, in hindsight, you should’ve known they had something up their sleeves. As you near the brightly-coloured two-person cars, you feel a nudge toward a very specific red car decorated with metallic gold lightning bolts.

“What are you doing?” Panic rising in your voice.

“Trust us,” they say as they practically shove you into the tiny space next to the man you and your friends have been stalking all night. Before they abandon you to a slow death, one of your friends leans into your ear. “You’ll thank us later.”

Neither of you say a word as people climb aboard the cars and the outdated speakers make their choppy safety announcement in both English and Spanish. Arms and legs in the car at all times. Seat belts securely fastened. Eyes straight ahead so you can pretend the sexiest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on isn’t studying you with a morbid, heated curiosity.

“What?” You blurt out. “Do I have something on my face?”

Miguel chuckles but doesn’t answer the question, leaning back into the seat to look straight ahead.

The ride starts like a gentle cycle — slow rotations around a pole smattered in multi-coloured, seizure-inducing lights. As if a traffic light signalling GO, green flashes before your eyes just as you feel that first contact of skin. The back of his fingers brush along your thigh. They linger even as rainbow bursts into vision and the ride picks up speed.

As you spin in circles, metal tentacles raise you high up in the air and drop you in stomach-turning speed back to earth. The first time the sudden drop hits you, your hand grabs onto his knee. You’re about to let go (even if you don’t really want to) when he turns his head to face you. Miguel’s shaking his head. Streaks of neon burning brightly behind the sly smile.

It emboldens you and you grip tighter, your hand rising higher up his leg. He follows your lead, fingers tracing the top of your thigh, dancing hotly over smooth skin, pressing down with every sudden drop. The tips of his fingers disappear under the hem of your short dress, teasing you and making you ache for him to go that extra distance. But he doesn’t. Not yet.

His eyes are molten chocolate, fixed on yours like he’s daring you to go even further. You don’t know if it’s the ride or the man in front of you, but you’re dizzy, your stomach feels light as air, your nipples are sharp points poking through the thin material of your dress, and your panties are soaked.

The ride slows down like a spinning coin flopping on one side. And it’s over just like that. Miguel pulls away, head looking straight on and hands nowhere near your body. You miss him already — the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, the way his breath kissed your face you could almost taste his sweetness.

When the ride finishes, you’re both breathing a little heavy. You think this is the point he runs, never to be seen again. Instead, he surprises you when he takes your hand and helps you hop off your red thunderbolt. He ushers you down the line of people leaving the ride and, momentarily, you spot your friends just outside past the gates. You begin to raise your arm to wave in their direction, but he pulls you the opposite direction before your friends have a chance to see you.

Everything you’ve ever been taught about strangers and avoiding dangerous situations fly out of the window when this man is holding your hand and leading you into a white canvas tent. Miguel unzips it, guides you in, follows you inside, and zips it closed until you’re swallowed by darkness.

You don’t even have time to ask him what’s going on before you feel a pair of strong hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Immediately, you become aware of the fact that the arousal you felt on that ride was shared unequivocally with this man right in front of you. He’s hard. He’s pressed up against your body and he’s turned on because of you — and if that doesn’t make your body ache in need for him, surely a kiss will.

Miguel’s lips find yours in the dark. Warm and soft and pliant — he searches to be satiated. You wrap an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss, pulling him backwards until you bump clumsily into an equipment crate. He lifts you and settles you on top, positioning himself between your open legs.

Hot kisses pepper your neck, and he asks if this is ok. And you want to scream that it’s more than ok, but all that comes out is a catlike stretch to expose your neck and a throaty “yes.”

Hands explore your hips, your back, gripping your neck before gently tugging at hair. Miguel’s a mix of tender and rough. A mix of beauty and danger.

You kiss along his jaw until you find his mouth. Your tongue swirls with his. Your fingers trail along the edge of his jeans to pop off the button, shimmying them down his thighs, which feel sinewy with muscle under your touch. “Eager,” he says with a quiet laugh, almost as if he’s mocking you. But you don’t care because you know he wants you just as much. You can feel the weight of him pressing against your inner thigh, and you scoot just a little bit closer, squeeze just a little bit tighter.

He hikes up your little dress to your waist, one hand reaching higher to cop a feel of your tit, thumbing your nipple into a stiffer peak. Next, panties are off so quick, they drop from your ankles onto the floor — gone forever. Whoever finds them when the lights are on is going to be in for a surprise.

Fingers are on you, in you. You gasp at the sudden breach but you savour it like every morsel of the best meal you know you’ll ever have. He breathily laughs into your kiss as he discovers just how wet and wanton you are, like he can read your mind and figure out how long you’ve gone without this kind of intimacy. You moan when he slides his coated digits across your sex, thumb and forefinger manipulating you to a level of arousal you don’t think was ever humanly possible.

You’re seeing bright lights dance across your shuttered eyes. The work he’s doing is testing your limits not to scream, but you don’t think the carnival music is loud enough to drown out all the noise your body is begging you to make. So you repress. And he only works harder. You’re panting now. Sweat beads at your temples as he retrieves his fingers and runs them over your lips like a hot glaze. Without words, he orders you to take them into your mouth. It’s so fucking dirty, but you secretly love it. Your taste on your tongue, you take his two fingers deep in your mouth, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

Miguel is quick to kiss you fierce. “You’re so fucking hot in this little dress.” He kisses you again, tongue darting out to wrestle with yours. “I bet you had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you were fucking me with those eyes out in public.” He sucks on your bottom lip. “So naughty. I could tell you wanted to hold more than just my knee on that ride.” He grinds his clothed erection against your sex and you both moan in anticipation. “You think the ride’s over? Baby, I’m about to give you the best fucking ride of your life.”

In seconds, he’s got his underwear off, a condom ripped open, and the tip of his cock probing at your entrance. He kisses you longer and harder, and just enough to stifle the moan when he enters your tight heat. It’s been a while since you last got fucked, but even then, you know you’ve never been stretched full like this, never had someone reach you in places that surprised you. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Miguel rocks into you, settling himself down to the base and breathing out a “holy shit.”

Scooting yourself to the edge of the crate, you wrap your legs around his hips. He grabs a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh before pulling you completely off the edge. And, holy shit is right, because he delivers on that promise to give you the best ride of your life.

He lifts you effortlessly, rising and crashing down on his cock. You wrap your arms firmly over his shoulders, grasping onto his back, feeling the muscles work under his shirt. His breath is hot on your neck, hot grunts matching the breathy moans you can’t contain. You’re already so aroused that it doesn’t take very long before the relentless pounding and the way he’s sucking on your neck and the filthy words in your ear take you over the edge. Your whole body is electrified. It feels like you’re shaken from your core and everything is tighter and looser at the same time.

Miguel groans as he feels your release wrapped around him, and it seems like he’s coming close as well. He plants you down on the equipment crate, and leans over you, forearms on either side of your head. His eyes are so intense they scorch you; it almost feels as if, in that moment, he’s branding you like cattle. Something about the way he looks at you hurts your pride, but you love the way he feels too much to push him away. He fucks you. Harder. He fucks you so good tears well up behind your lidded eyes. Faster. Your belly tightens like a coil put under so much pressure it can only spring free. Deeper. He buries himself deep, deep inside you; he kisses you gentle and sweet while his fingers brush over your clit. It releases the pressure and you’re crashing again — this time, with him as you feel his heart pound like a drum against your chest.

—

When it’s all over, it’s over. Miguel doesn’t say anything except you should leave first. Once you’ve pulled your dress down your legs and tied your knotted hair with an elastic, he unzips the tent and motions for you to leave. The light from outside filters into the tent and you get a clearer picture of his stoic face. You stand in place for a few seconds and he blinks with impatience. You want to see him again, but you’re under a very strong, chilly impression this was only a one-time thing for him. That, maybe, it’s something he’s already regretted.

You lower your head and begin to walk past him. This night was incredible. A night to ruin all the succeeding nights trying to find something that can even come close to replicating what you felt in that dark, dingy tent. But you deserve better. You deserve someone who can return what you give. And, just from the distant look in his eyes those last few seconds together, you know Miguel is not going to be that someone.

He doesn’t even bother asking you for your name.

#mayans mc #mayans fx #miguel galindo #mayans mc fic #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc imagine #fyna #my writing