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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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beach day with miguel

some silly headcanons

that man plans way too much for just a simple beach day 😭 he got a long list of what he needs to bring like beach essentials and actually brings extra of quite literally everything on that list…

you can’t tell that man NOTHING, “oh you forgot something!” “NOPE! i already got that!” LMAO he’s two steps ahead of you + you cannot joke with him that he forgot something because he will give you an earful

you both get there early…he’s the type to get at the beach early to get the best spot at the beach because he doesn’t want to fight parking. so, of course you get the best area at the beach and parking..the car would in good view so that miguel can spot that car every once in awhile to make sure nobody breaks into it (?)

miguel would let you carry the food, drinks, and small essentials like lotion, sunscreen + spray BUT would not let you carry the heavier stuff even if you’re capable, he just won’t let you. you’ll see him carrying all the beach chairs and everything, and you wonder how he can carry everything in one go like what the hell 😧. if you ask him if he needs help he’ll be “NOPE, i got it, don’t worry mi sol.”

he unironically calls you “mi sol” but he says it more at the beach because it’s sunny…and he says you’re hotter than the sun. HE GOT SOME CORNY ASS PICK-LINES he uses on you especially because you look hot in your swimwear attire.

he quite literally sets up everything LMAO don’t worry about none cause he got you covered. he sets up the umbrella, the blankets down, the chairs, the cooler, the food & table…maybe the canopy if it gets extremely hot later on. “get comfortable, everything’s set!”

y’all eat bomb ass food he whipped up last night whatever he likes and whatever you like he got that cooked 🤭 everything’s neatly organized and prepared and you’re like wowzers

he helps you put sunscreen FIRST then himself! very good with his hands and massages the sunscreen into your skin <3 sometimes you’ll end up napping in the first hour at the beach 😭

he always has to reapply sunscreen every 80 mins or else he’ll get sunburnt 😭

he always cracks a cold one at the beach and his favorite is modelo negra—his favorite cerveza 🍺 on a hot summer day at the beach 🏝️

you bring him a small fan for him because he does get overheated from the heat just because he’s very sensitive or you get him one of those fans that sprits water on your face!!

carries you in his arms to the ocean and it’s just so romantic of him, and he loves to kiss you a lot he doesn’t care if people stare or not like C’MON it’s at the beach who cares! am i right??

the music he plays on the speaker he bring at the beach would be CUMBIA 🫨💋 he will get up from his beach chair and pull you with him to dance 💃🏽 🕺🏽

y’all both nap together on the blanket comfortable at the beach together!! nobody would bother you guys because miguel is quite literally 6’9 and large…

i feel like he would go up to the lifeguard and start talking to him…just to see the beach conditions LOL

believe it or not he would be happy to take cute couple pictures when there’s no one nearby <3 he wouldn’t mind if you posted them either, just make sure he looks decent!

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a/n: some of these headcanons were inspired from yesterday when i went w/ my bf & our friends 😭

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thesuperiorrobin · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Damian Wayne x Hispanic fem reader, it could be either a headcanon or a one shot.

YES YES 100% YES

I had this my in draft for so long!

This is based off my Hispanic live style bc I know not everyone does it the Same. I’m living my dream quince on here bc I didn’t get to have one 😭

Warning: Errors I’m to lazy to fix

Edit: for some reason it’s not letting me put one last bullet point on the end so

❥ Dick is playing around with the kids in the bouncy house

❥ Damian 100% loves when you talk about your culture. The food, the dresses, the holidays you celebrate, EVERYTHING

❥ he especially loves it when you call him Spanish nicknames like, (Mi) Amor, Corazón, Cariño, etc.

❥ Damian was so happy when he came to meet your family one time and they had a meal prepped for him that was vegetarian, it looked like everyone else plate but the meat and stuff was replaced with stuff he could eat.

❥ I headcannon that Damian could speak fluently in Spanish as well as other languages. So communicated with your relatives that can’t speak English very well makes it easy for them and him.

❥ every party he goes to he notices that your family listen to the same music. And he can recognize them by name too like La Quebradora, La Chona, Baila Esta Cumbia, Te Vas Fetal, ETC. (there’s a long list I didn’t wanna write down💀)

❥ is a Selena fan. Seriously if you aren’t what are you doing with you life?

❥ Damians a fast leaner so he learns very quickly how to dance and stay on beat with everyone else but dancing to payaso de rodeo is a whole other different story that he doesn’t want to talk about😭

❥ try dancing Bachata with him and he’ll lose it.

❥ your family loves him so much they insist that you invite him over for Carne Asada💀. Idk they probably love him more than you ig

❥ they either call him ‘El Chico Rico de Wayne’ or ‘El nino con dinero’ and you tell them not to call him that. But Damian said he’s used to it which makes you feel bad😭

❥ Damian doesn’t really have a favorite food but I can see him liking Pupusas a lot.

❥ don’t even get me started with the Telenovelas and La Rosa de Guadalupe😭

❥ most of the episodes have you crying waterfalls. I’m telling you .

❥ this man can speak Spanish but he loves it when you speak Spanish back. Something about your accent just gets to him.

QUINCE EDITION: FT the whole family

❥ if you were dating Damian before you had your quince than he’s absolutely invited to it. You made him your main chambelane bc why not.

❥ Damian was never see so many people in one room alone. But when he sees you in the big puffy dress he falls in love with you all over against it’s sickening.

❥ you invited his family to your quince bc they get along with your family very well.

❥ during the father daughter dance he really wanted to kick them out bc Dick was having a moment and he wasn’t shutting up.

❥ but it’s alright tho bc you need up having a Dance with Damian after you were done with your dad

❥ Alfred took a lot of pictures and framed some of them in the manor.

❥ sometimes The older Tias would take him away from you and dance with him which is funny.

❥Jason is busting it down with the Tias

❥ Alfred took pictures of that too.

❥Bruce was having a nice conversation with the rest of your family members

❥ tim was stuffing his face in the back

❥ Jason was busting it down with the Tias.

❥ Dick is your laying around with the kids I’m the bouncy house

❥Dick was having fun with the kids in the bouncy house

❥Bruce was have a conversation with your parents and family.

❥Tim was stuffing his face in the back

❥ Dick was having fun with the kids in the bouncy house (do they have a name or??)

❥ Tim was eating his heart out in the candy section.

❥ and Alfreda as exchanging recipes with the grandmas 💀

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #batman x fem!reader #robin x reader #batfamily #damian x reader #batfamily x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian scenarios

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choclodox · 1 year

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Lyle’s IQ score Head Canon

HEAR ME OUT: as much as Lyle def gives me himbo™️ energy, I also feel like he’s supposed to be…PRETTY SMART? he’s just also goofy. Like, I feel like he’s one of those friends that’s the smartest but also the dumbest person you’ve ever had at the same time.

Here is my evidence (dons glasses and grabs a laser pointer)

1. First and foremost, I’m pretty sure Quaritch wouldn’t let a dumbo be able to advance to the rank of Corporal, so Lyle needs to have SOME level of competency (but there’s still some room for his goofball nature lol).

Side note, studies show that people who are comical tend to have higher IQs since it ranks critical thinking to understand humor and make jokes. So Lyle is at least smart in that department.

2. In the first movie, we can see that Trudy trusts him enough to work on her Samson. We all know how much Trudy LOVED her Baby, so she must have had some serious trust in Lyle (someone who wasn’t an RDA mechanic) to let him even TOUCH her Rogue One’s equipment.

3. Also in the first movie, Lyle actually knows his stuff about combat theory and the AMP suits. When Quaritch has Lyle survey the aftermath of the Omatikaya’s retaliation for the destruction of the Tree of Voices, Lyle is able to describe in detail what the damages are. He’s able to tell that the arrows were fired from Ikrans based off the angles of the arrows in the damaged equipment and dead bodies, he can say for a fact that the AMP suits are not just damaged but what exactly is damaged (the Driver in this case).

4. Now in the 2nd movie, we actually get to see more of his smarts come into action. Lyle actually gets promoted from Corporal to Lieutenant and becomes second in command to Quaritch. The RDA wouldn’t let that happen if he was purely a trigger happy soldier; you needs some gray matter for that position.

5. Next, Quaritch looks to LYLE to pull the security feed off of OG Quaritch’s AMP suit. And Quaritch is a smart guy too, but it feels like Big Curly Q knows he’s out of his depth on this one and just hands it off to Lyle because he knows that he actually knows his stuff.

But ya, thanks for coming to my TedTalk :)

Also, a few other hcs I embrace

Lyle is that ONE gringo friend that knows FLUENT Spanish (and possibly knows other languages as well). And when I say Gringo, I don’t mean he’s white but is still Hispanic, no. There is a reason why JamCam named this man after Wainfleet, Ohio (the Ohio of Ohio). But nobody questions his ability to speak Spanish. You leave him alone in any Authentic Hispanic setting and come back in 20 minutes, they’re running to the liquor store because they already ran out of Tequila/pisco/etc. TEAM LATINO LOVES HIM

*side note, Jake probably knows some Spanish too since he did his tours in Venezuela. Who knows, maybe he taught some to Spider because he knows he’s team Latino. A

*and Quaritch probably knows some of Nigeria’s native languages (Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, etc) since he did 3 whole tours there before coming to Pandora

Lyle likes 90s music (Britney Spears, Mariah Carey) but mainly SHAKIRA. I could see him just dancing alone to Hips Don’t Lie and someone walks in trying to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice and they have to clear their throat and he just screams when he finally notices them

He can dance Samba, Cumbia, Tango, Flamenco. ANYTHING in that family HE CAN DO IT FLAWLESSLY ASU PAPI

Might come from a family of mechanics and worked in a mom and pop mechanic shop (I embrace that one HC where he has a love for cars and just engineering in general). Maybe he wanted to be a more refined engineer but just couldn’t pass the tests since he was more of an intuitive thinker and tests favor more of the technical thinkers.

Likes DragonBall Z but will never admit it

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatarfanart #avatar2 #miles quaritch #jake sully #trudy chacon #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet headcanons

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fresamilkwrites · 1 year

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COLLIDE ━ Javier Peña [Narcos, 2015]

summary. Javier's profession has been getting in the way of your relationship for far too long, and you two seem to have become passing ships. What's the worst that could happen if you went out drinking with some friends in an attempt to forget about your misfortunes? original request. Ok so, Javi Peña x fem. You've been together a while, during the height of the Escobar case he's always at the office and you're just passing ships. You're feeling a bit down and go to a club with friends. You harmlessly flirt with a stranger all night only to discover you're in a narco hotspot and Javi&Steve are about to raid it. author's note. This is my first requested fic and I'm so excited to finally be posting it! I also chose happiness and ended up starting a narcos rewatch while working on this... someone save me from this addiction (please don't).

[ ❥ ] pairing. javier peña x fem! reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 2.7k

[ ❥ ] genre. angst

[ ❥ ] warnings. No actual use of "Y/N". Angst. Explicit language. Mentions of alcohol and intoxication. Mentions of guns and gun violence. Mild physical abuse if you squint (not ill intentioned, just an accident).

Check on Javi.

You read the sticky note on the fridge, licking a spoon clean of peanut butter after making yourself breakfast. The eternal reminder staring right back at you like it had done for so long now.

You actually hadn’t for a few days, checked on him that is. It was getting hard to.

Javier’s job was never an easy concept to get around. DEA agent appointed to the highest profile case they ever had on their hands… they had it tough and you were perfectly aware. You basically signed up for this, but after weeks that turned into months of his endless work days, it felt like there was close to no room left for you in his life outside of when he’d randomly show up at your door looking for some stress relief, desperately kissing you without a hello and later leaving almost right after he was done.

And you tried to be supportive, as much as you had it in you to be. It started with dropping off lunch for him every morning at work, that slowly turned into a big coffee jug just a few times a week and now it was only the occasional call. A call you almost dreaded to make, specially since everything you did in an attempt to keep up with him was rarely received the way you wished it to.

It wasn’t that Javier was trying to be rude or hurt your feelings, you knew that. But he was so stressed… he never managed to pick up the first time you called, and whenever you’d go by his office it was hard to not feel unwelcome when entering his hectic environment, even if he didn’t let you go without a swift and rushed kiss on the lips. A kiss that to you felt like a “thanks, doll. Now go away please, I have things to do.”

A faint, melancholic smile appeared on your lips as you moved through your apartment and fell onto your couch, looking back at how things were before the case got so serious. The summer Javier and you met was like a fever dream… day trips to the beach, constantly waking up together, trying his horrendously strong coffee for the first time, any time he playfully laid his full bodyweight on you, his shooting lessons, going out drinking and dancing even though he has two left feet.

Then you realized, it’d been forever since you had gone out dancing. Something had to be done about it… you were so caught up with feeling abandoned that the fact there were still enjoyable things to do out there and other people to do them with, went completely unnoticed within the valley of your thoughts. You decided to take some action, and after basically jumping to the phone and dialing every single one of your girlfriends’ numbers, all of you collectively agreed to attend a new cumbia night club downtown that none of you had gone to yet.

By the time the night came, you were ready for your plans. Your hair down, flowing in waves and a tight, beautiful, sequined, one sleeve mini dress perfectly wrapping your figure. You finished the look with some matching heels and jewelry, giving one last look at the mirror before you went right out the door after hearing the familiar honk of one of your friend’s cars.

The ride to the club was the perfect way to start the night. All the girls looked beautiful, and while catching up, laughs and excitement quickly bubbled up from within their souls. Everyone was getting on the party mood, specially since they knew you wanted to relax and forget about the streak of bad luck your relationship was going trough. They knew well about your relationship with Javi, and while a few of them sometimes mentioned that “you should find someone who can give you the time you deserve,” they still were aware you loved him and stayed supportive of you and your decisions.

Upon arriving to the packed club and getting assigned a table, it was in no time that all of you had bright colored cocktails in your hands. After little observation, it was evident that the place was beautifully decorated, neon lights and mirrors bringing the tropical party vibe. The music was amazing and the energy was immaculate; people drank, laughed and danced around, making it inevitable to easily loosen up and get lost in the celebration spirit.

Looking around, something caught your eye. A man at the bar watching you with a slight smile and a glass in hand. His dark hair, big nose and mustache immediately reminded you of a certain someone. The mystery man held your gaze, and in return you raised the glass between your fingers towards him.

He reciprocated the gesture. Cheers!

“I just flirted with some guy!” You screamed over the music after bringing your attention back to the table full of girls. A mix of surprise, excitement and cluelessness spread amongst all of you. “He kinda looks like Javi.”

Some laughs and sarcastic eye rolls this time. Of course he did. “That man lives in your head rent free!” Claudia dropped.

And how could he not?

“He can be Javier tonight. Just have fun!” It was Marina dropping some input this time. “He isn’t here to do anything about it.”

That was true. Besides, it didn’t have to be more than just some innocent fun… feeling the joy and validation of having some stranger’s attention at a club.

“You’re right! You’re right!” A shrug before you downed the rest of your first drink. “It’s not like that’s bad anyways.”

Perhaps it was, you wouldn’t be happy to find out the man you loved and had been with for over a year, was going around town flirting with pretty girls at the bars.

Did you just call this random stranger pretty? Looks like it. You needed another drink. Fast.

And you did get it, and another one after that, and then you stopped counting… some of them sent as presents by the man sitting at the bar. The effect of the alcohol of course being unforgiving towards you. Suddenly you were a social butterfly, laughing and dancing around along with all your friends who were now in very similar positions, except for the ones that were now flirting and having fun with their newly met, club boyfriends for the night.

After doing a small turn in your place, your body was met with a hand shamelessly being placed on your waist. Suddenly the man from the bar had moved all the way to you, and he seemed to be making himself too comfortable within the bubble of your personal space. “Wanna dance?” He offered and you quickly nodded your head, the alcohol clouding your reflexes as you were simply glad he didn’t straight up ask for a kiss.

You were now at a point where your head was a blur, you started to feel clumsy. Maybe it was time to go home but everyone else seemed to be having so much fun, you didn’t want to ruin that.

As you continued to dance around with the man you hadn’t even bothered to put a name on, you started to notice a lot of weird movement around the club. Some people quickly moving from one side of the room to another, some also seemingly leaving with urgency… it felt like things were happening quickly in your surroundings and your foggy brain was barely catching up.

But as the friendly stranger pulled you closer, the music stopped and the lights were turned on. People complained and looked around in confusion, but trough the door quickly came a swarm of armed men. Either police officers or a cartel, you could only assume considering your understanding of what your eyes were seeing could easily be ambiguous. Without a warning, all hell broke loose; people ran around, screamed, law enforcement tried to control the situation. You desperately wanted to think of something; move, run, hide… but you froze, and didn’t snap out of it until the first gunshot was fired.

“Fucking hell!” You screamed like many others in the room, absolutely terrified. One of your friends pulled you quickly, almost dragging you under the table. The man you had been dancing with now nowhere to be found. “What the hell is happening,” a terrified murmur left your lips, the shooting continued.

Serves you well for trying to have fun.

You remained under the table, desperately trying to ignore the situation you were in while the palms of your hands fixed over your ears in an attempt to muffle the noise. At some point the piercing sound of the gunshots ceased, but arguing continued. Other attendees closer to the door seemed to start moving, probably getting evacuated, and suddenly, you felt yourself get pulled from under the table with a firm tug to what you thought was going to be your first time being used as hostage.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” He screamed in your face and you immediately felt yourself get small in your place. The world around you two seemed to be moving erratically, but your eyes were fixed on Javier; the man now holding you harshly from your arm. His fingers digging into your skin, the fear born simply from the thoughts of what could have gone wrong now turned into anger.

Forming a sentence was impossible, not even a peep while a million thoughts and emotions ran trough you, the main one being how he had never yelled at you like that. Javier screamed your name and shook you slightly, but once again he didn’t get a response, causing him to curse and start pulling you towards the exit quickly. Anger and frustration oozing out of him in waves. From what you could see on the way out, the raid was a conjoined effort between the Colombian police and the DEA which now seemed to be under control. Some people were arrested and the evacuation had started. Javier managed to easily avoid the crowds, his hold strong around your wrist while he did this.

The two of you made it to his car, where he finally stopped dragging you around. The brunette looked at you with a frown, his body towering over you as your back clashed with the door of the vehicle. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your eyes immediately moving down to the pavement.

“Do you not know all the shit that’s happening with all these fucking narcos right now?” Javier spoke with gritted teeth, his hands now placed on his hips as you looked back up. He was trying to keep his cool, but his efforts were proved to be unsuccessful when he yelled again. “You couldn’t just pick up the damned phone and talk to me instead of running to make stupid decisions?”

“Even if I had tried, it would have taken me five business days to get ahold of you!” Now it was you yelling back, anger bubbling from deep within you, born from all the emotions you had been suppressing for weeks. The alcohol and adrenaline running trough your veins making you react badly to his entitlement. “By then I would have already been killed in—!”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that!” He raised his tone even higher, forcing you to shut up as he moved his hand to your face, pressing his fingers on each side of your jaw so firmly that it hurt. His body now pressed against yours, pushing you against the car.

“It’s the truth, Javier! I never see you anymore, I can barely get you on the phone!” You immediately clapped back, the anger seething trough your teeth before you sighed heavily, tears immediately pooling in your eyes before they spilled like bottled up emotions, streaking down your cheeks until they got your lover’s fingers wet. You closed your eyes, embarrassed. “I’ve missed you so much, I just wanted to have a good night for a change."

Javier’s expression was suddenly painted with confusion, this feeling within him being born from the realization of what he was doing. His harsh hold relaxed before he completely let go of your face, your tears had instantly brought him down to earth. He fucked up, he hurt you in more ways than one and now the way he was acting seemed to be almost as if he was trying to punish you for that too. It crumbled him to see you cry, even more when he knew it was his fault. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he ran a hand over his face with frustration before he pulled you into his arms. The closeness immediately getting the box you’d locked your feelings inside to open wide, your salty tears immediately forming stains on the fabric of his button up while he held you close, his thick fingers getting lost in the strands of your hair. “For screaming, for hurting you and for making you feel that way.”

“You’re everything,” he said your name softly, you could only sob in the familiar safety of his arms. It was freeing that you finally said how you felt and that he understood, but it didn’t make it any easier to get back to normal. Inside you’d felt like your relationship was beyond saving for weeks, all while being unable to bring yourself to bother him with that conversation. “I can’t lose you.”

Another familiar voice was heard from afar over the noise of the commotion. “Hey, Peña,” it was Steve, but Javier quickly shut him down by making a dismissive gesture with his hand. He realized it was about time he prioritized you over the job, at least this once. It’s not like they needed him when there were over a dozen other officers on the scene.

Right now he just wanted to be with you.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you managed to mumble as you hugged him back, your small hands being softly placed on his back. It was true, that man leaving your life had become your biggest fear the moment you fell for him and it had gotten hard to see that possibility appear to be closer and closer every day.

“You won’t.” Javier dropped without even thinking about it. “That’s not on the table, it’ll never be.”

And you believed him. He was a man that kept his word after all.

You breathe in deeply, calming yourself down. “Can we go home?” There was still many things to go over, and a lot of stuff to put on the table together for the sake of actually seeing a change in your current dynamic, but it felt like you’d had enough for a day. It brought you peace to be with him in that moment, and after the stress you had been submitted to in the past hour, on top of the high alcohol levels in your system, you couldn’t think of anything better than to get in bed and leave any worries for another day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” The brunette let go of the embrace and placed a kiss on the top of your head, moving his hands to clean the leftover tears off your cheeks. “Let me just go find your friends so they know I’m taking you and, uh, sort some shit out. Is that ok?”

With a faint smile on your lips, you nodded calmly. “That’s ok.”

After that, he moved to open the door and help you into the passenger seat of the car. “I won’t be long,” Javier reassured before he left you inside the comfortable warmth of the vehicle, and from there you followed him around with your eyes, watching his moves intently. He quickly found your friends and while they seemed to get into a small argument, mainly because they appeared to be mad at him, he looked like he stayed calm and the issue was quickly settled. After that you saw him walk over to Steve, he seemed to explain the situation to him, and his partner nodded calmly in agreement.

As he walked back to you, you heard him yelling over the noise, “call me if you need anything!” To what the blonde replied with a simple, “don’t worry about it!”

Finally, he got into the driver’s seat. Your sight not leaving him for a second.

“Did I mention you look beautiful?”

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pyr0x10n · 9 months

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vaquero kyle 😍 (the reader forced him to dress like that, bro was not having it)

The main 4 are at a qunice (do wtv you want with this bit)

After awhile reader gets horny and stupid and takes Kyle to the bathroom to do 'stuff' :3

bc he looks SOSO good in his outfit

I have a really bad thing for shit like this idk why

Nah because he’s be so done when you ask him to dress like that 💀

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Mi Vaquero<3

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Genre: Fluff + Smut

Synopsis: Vaquero Kyle‼️‼️ y horny reader obvi 😝

Kyle Broflovski x f!reader

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“I cant believe i actually did this..” Kyle sighed, frustrated. “It’s fun! And plus, you get to see part of my culture!” You laughed. “Why did they have to tag along, AND WHY IS KENNY IN A DRESS!?” He pointed at Kenny, who was checking himself out in a dress. “ “Él solo es parte de las damas!” “Huh?” “Nothing.” You smiled innocently. “Damn I look hot.” Kenny grinned.

“Anyways, who’s this quinceañera for anyways?” Kyle asked, as the cumbia started playing. “Oh, just my cousin.” You said, looking for your phone in your purse.

“Oh, okay. Well, what’s going to happen?” Kyle asked. “You’ll see, just, follow my lead. The boys can find their way around.” You giggled, and Kyle started to get a little nervous.

“What if I ruin it all!? What if I accidentally spill something? What if I ruin the- I don’t know!” He was starting to panic, and you brought your lips to his. “You’ll be fine, hun. I promise.” You smiled at him.

“BUT IM JEWISH-!” “KYLE JUST TRUST ME.” “HOW!???” “JUST THIS ONCE BABY!?” “Fine.” “Yay.” “….” “…”

“Prima!” You heard a voice yell. “Ah, there’s the girl.” You smiled at the girl who was now fifteen. Kyle just watched behind as you two talked about things.

“Oh, my mom’s calling me.” She said, and then waved, walking away.

“That’s your cousin?” Kyle asked. “Yep, the one and only.” You sighed.

“Well, c’mon, we gotta go out! The boys already went out, so we should too!” You said and grabbed Kyle’s hand, running out of the dressing room and out into the area.

“Oh shit- (Y/n) calm down!!” He said, slightly panicked. “Shh, c’mon, dance with me, vaquero!” You said, now having both of his hands in yours. He was now calming down, as you two danced to the cumbia romántica.

(Murder me, but I have no idea what else to write, sooo…)

You guys have been here for only a few hours,

Yet you were so unbelievably horny.

Just because of Kyle rocking that outfit. He had you blushing without even knowing.

“Hey Kyle..” you mumbled, tugging on his belt.

“Hm? Yeah, baby? What’s up?”

“Can you bring me to the room really quick.. it’s really hot..” you asked.

“Uh, sure?” He knew what was going on, he’s just teasing.

You grabbed his hand and let him to the gust bedroom, when the door closed, he locked it and you immediately laid your head on his chest, sighing.

“Kyle I need you..”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm..”

Kyle laughed at your neediness, as you started taking his belt off. He pulled you into a kiss, and you felt yourself getting wetter and more pathetic by the second.

You need him.

You pulled away and took his pants down, slowly due to the lightheaded feeling you had. He connected his lips to your neck, kissing the exposed area. You lowly moaned but he covered your mouth.

“You don’t want your family hearing your sounds, right angel?” He asked as you got on top of him and shook your head. “No..” “then shut your pretty mouth, would you baby?” He commanded, and you nodded. You just needed him in you.

You put your panties to the side and aligned yourself with him, and slowly brought yourself down to his dick. He pulled you in a kiss to muffle out your moans.

It took some time, but you finally got used to his size and started riding him.

Man we’re you in for a looooong ride ;)

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Necesito ayuda 😨

#pyr0x10np0stz!#south park #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle brovlofski #south park fluff #south park smut #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park x reader #south park kyle

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chiquititaosita · 10 months

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thoughts on hange w a partner who has a mexican family? LIKE I KNOOOWWWW THEY’D BE FUCKING UP THE FOOD AND LEARNING HOW TO PRESS LAS TORTILLAS BRO

Hange Zoe with a Latina (Mexicana) S/o

synopsis; hange zoe dating a latina girl good luck.

contents: fluff, sfw, hispanic culture and slang, hange is given gender neutral pronouns, insults are sometimes used as love languages.

osita note HI BABY LOVE!!! Omg I got you!!! I’m a mexicana! So this is right up my ally. I already know how most of this will go 😘🩷🌮 @backwzzds @honeybleed @euphofic @noawithlove @yourrfavzxri @loonadaworld @blkcupid @abbyslev @hangesonlyfanss @hangespublicist @mommypieck @theemrsjaeger @cottonconnielvr @killxio @hqkalon @yourrfavzxri @kenruu @chrollohearttags @roronoaswifey @sanjisblackasswife @jujuyii @hangeslovers-world @lusts1ck

- be prepared for their funeral. no seriously someone prepare hange for their funeral

-hange is very overwhelmed at first meeting your family and they have every right to be scared.

- immediately loves when you yell at them Spanish. Or someone else. They’re gonna be like. “Yeah I love her.”

- they’re gonna say something that they didn’t even know that they embarrassed themselves on accident since they’re funny unintentionally that’s what made you fall in love with them in the first place. like. “wait what did i say?”

-“you said you’re pregnant, not embarrassed.” hange just bursted out laughing with you

- will burn their hand on the comal (the flat stove) when flipping tortillas. “FUCK!”

- uses a spatula “y/n I need my hands!! I got lab work to do!!” They’re gonna try and make up excuses

- loves tamales and eats the corn husk on accident. “Wait we’re not supposed eat the wrapper??”

-Once you show them they actually eat them by unwrapping the corn husk like a present then they start loving the tamales.

- loves your families cooking. Abuela is going to force feed them. “please corazon por favor come un poco mas” (please have some more food.)

-everyone will stare at hange to see what they’re going to. “Abuela they’re going to get sick if they over eat-“ y/n is gonna try and come and save the days.

-“como que over eat!? Ellos eres un flaquitos, por que yo tiendo un vaporub y ibuprofen.” (Meaning what do you mean over eat!? They’re so skinny that’s why I have vaporub and ibuprofen)

-they’re gonna have left overs in those containers, like lunches. And come home with so many of them.

- ALWAYS HELPING IN THE KITCHEN!! LIKE A GOOD IN LAW!!

-All of the tias and tios are going to make fun of hange, challenge them to a drinking match.

- once you tell your family about Hange being a scientist, your family automatically thinks they’re a doctor like a hospital doctor bitch no the fuck they ain’t. 💀

-like one of your cousins asked. “Hange, you’re a doctor right?”

-Hange literally looked at You and said. “It’s my title but whats up?”

-“see mi hija y/n has a novie and they have a doctorates degree.”

- dancing with hange to cumbias it’s so cute! they’re learning but if y’all are dancing, they’re gonna be grabbing your hips gently and letting your head rest on their chest or shoulder depending on your height.

-caresses your hips when dancing because I say so, and always tries to be a bit mischievous when it comes to you, you’re their La Niña Rosa.

- loved the mariachi bands whenever they play anywhere. THEY GIVE THEM TIPS ALWAYS!!! SO SWEET OF THEM!!

-This fucker starts to help your dad build fucking houses, and working around with him. Just so that your dad will approve of hange.

- Hanges fucking up the food FOR SURE FOR SURE!! DEFINITELY

-the kids love hange fs.

-when drunk on modelos they’re overly affectionate with you. You just can’t help it but love that

-“Baby calm down i gotta do my hair!!” You’re screeching and they’re grabbing your titties like who doesn’t love your titties i’ll wait . Hange doesn’t give a fuck if you got tetas or not. They act like a little kid sometimes

-is always down to eat your cooking. Even the food in deep Mexico, when they go to visit your family with you.

-They’re so precious. They even made friends with a street dog!! EVEN THOUGH THEY WERENt supposed to!! because them perros are crazy

#. ositas asks ♡#.⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ aot #. ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ositas aot master list #⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ hange zoe #⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ osita’s hange zoe #hange zoe #snk hanji #hange zoe x y/n #hange zoe x latina! reader #hange x you #sfw

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cosmiic-world · 1 year

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more latino mammon <3

it’s been rotting my brain fhdjdjdj

cw: suggestive towards the end.

mammon would be SUCH a good dancer. play any genre, he would know it. bachata? yep. cumbia? absolutely. reggaeton? mhmm.

the way you found out was priceless. you were in your room listening to some cumbia while cleaning. your hips were swaying slightly as you moved around.

mammon heard the music coming from your room since your door was slightly cracked open. the music enticed him so he peeked in, smiling as he watched you dance around the room.

he quietly snuck into your room and came up behind you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and swaying along with you. “que estas haciendo, mi amor?” he said softly, smiling as you slightly flinched in shock.

you looked over your shoulder and giggled, leaning into him and swaying your hips a bit more sensually now. “nada mas limpiándo. qué haces tu?” you answered.

“baila conmigo, mi amor.” he took your hand and spun you so you were facing him, pulling you closer so your chest was flush against his in the process. his heart skipped a couple beats as you giggled more. god, how he loved your laugh. he could listen to it for hours and never get tired of it.

“how cute.” you said, smiling at him lovingly. you loved him so much, you wouldn’t trade your boyfriend for anything in the world.

“always for you, mami.” he said, with a slight emphasis and a sly smirk, knowing how that nickname riled you up in all the right ways.

“show me what you got, papi~” you said in a sultry tone before stepping away from him, smirking as you saw him bite his lip.

“ah,” he said in a disapproving tone and clicked his tongue before pulling you back into him, “don’t think you’re off the hook for that, amor.” he whispered in your ear, a slight growl in his words.

“can’t i have my fun?” you said in a playfully whiny tone.

“keep it up and i’ll have you shaking for days.” he said before giving a harsh spank to your ass making you yelp.

#mammon headcanon #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon avatar of greed

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baby-alien11 · 1 year

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Procura coquetearme más

Ethan Landry (Kirsch, Bailey or I don't how what his real last name is) x mexican fem reader

warnings: no ghostface (in this universe Richie actually died in a car accident), friends to lovers

I found @katzluvs idea while looking more Ethan fics, and I instantly thought of the entire school year that I spend at quinceañeras every weekend (including mine) and I got a lot of memories

You and Ethan met during a tour of Blackmore University when both of you were still in high school, being you the one who aproached him noticing how he sent glances at you and his shy aura, let's say that for the entire tour he didn't left your side being a little scared to loose himself from the group

After that, the both of you were inseparable spending time together even knowing each others families (and even knowing what happenned with his older brother)

"So, my cousin is having her quinceañera this weekend", you said while the both of you were watching a movie in his house and eating pizza, "They told me I could bring someone, and I thought of you, what do you think?"

"I've never been in a party like that, or even a normal party", he responded a little nervous

"It doesn't matter, it will be fun, I promise, you could say it's like a family reunion"

"It sounds fun, okay", Ethan nodded making you smile, "But, I don't know how to dance"

"It's easy", you shrugged getting up from the rug, "Come on"

A little doubtful, he did the same while you searched in your Spotify for a song, which was 'Criminal' by Natti Natasha and Ozuna

"Let's have a little class, we will start with urban style, this is like freestyle", you instructed, "Try to move your hips and relax"

At first it was hard because he haven't dance in his entire life, but he kinda understood, kinda, following with something a little more coreographed, 'Procura' from Chichi Peralta

"This is a little more traditional, we could call it a cumbia if we want to say, the ones who dance this more are the adults, but it would help, take my hands and follow me"

Nervous, he took your hands following your moves feeling more confident and tought that the dance was fun

"Okay, with this you can dance all the songs in that style, but the more difficult challenge is this", you said playing 'Payaso de Rodeo', "This is indespensible to learn, beacuse everyone is on the dance floor during this, and if you could hold it, we are going to be one of the few people standing"

"Is this a contest?", Ethan asked with confusion

"No", you replied, "But is fun"

Due to being a little more active, both of you made more space in his room to start practicing the dance, often crashing into each other between laughes, not noticing that Wayne and Quinn were watching everything from the door with confusion, Quinn filming the whole thing for fun

The day of the party who was saturday, Ethan had a little breakdown due to the fact that he didn't know what to wear until he asked you, and you answered saying a suit will be fine

"Who wears a suit to a family reunion?", Ethan asked while pacing in the living room

"I was curious and searched for those type of parties", Quinn said, "It's a big deal, like their MET Gala, also, if she has some hot cousin, can you get his number for me?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?", Ethan exclaimed in disbelief

"Kids, calm down", Wayne interrupted the discussion, "Ethan, here you go, is my jacket and Richie's old formal pants and you have a white formal shirt, it should be fine"

"Thanks dad", Ethan sighed taking the pieces of clothes, "Do you think I need a tie or something?"

"First go take a shower and dress, we'll disscus it later", Wayne instructed gently pushing him towards the bathroom

"Do you think he's going to kiss her today?", Quinn asked her father Ethan entered the bathroom

"I hope so", Wayne sighed

A few hours later, Ethan was still in his room getting ready with Quinn's help, deciding that a tie was no needed, when they heard how the front door was being open follow by your voice, so they hurried to the living room

When Ethan saw you in a light pink jumpsuit and golden high heels with your hair in small waves and golden accesories, he stopped for a moment before Quinn moved his arm in a sign to come back to this reality

"Ethan, hi", you exclaimed hugging him, "You look great"

"Thanks", he smiled with shyness, "You look gorgeous, well, you always look gorgeous"

Laughing a little because of his nervous tone, you took the time to notice he was wearing a black jacket and pants with a white formal shirt with the first two buttons undone, no tie in sight

After a few minutes of Quinn taking photos of both of you, you and Ethan were free to go towards the entrance of the building were your family car was waiting in the street

"Ethan!", your little sister screamed running in his direction, at what him took her in his arms, "I'm so happy your coming"

"I'm too", he responded with sincerity, "You look like a little princess"

"Y/N help me to choose it", she said gesturing the bright pink puffy dress

"¡Niños, apurense!", your mom screamed from the passenger seat, "¡Vamos a llegar tarde!"

Making your way to the car, the six year old child was the first to enter followed by you and Ethan

"Mijo, te ves guapisimo", your mom said turning to watch Ethan

"Gracias", Ethan smiled with his cheeks burning red understanding what she said due to the fact that you teach him some spanish

The moment the car parked outside the building of the events room and Ethan saw all the cars in the parking lot, he knew his sister was serious about the topic

"Here's what you need to know", you said while walikg behind your parents, "La quinceañera will enter after everyone is here, it will probably take an hour, right know they are en la misa de celebración and they will take a lot of photos, after her arrival she will make her gran entrada, following with the waltz and her surprise dance, the snacks and desserts table is closed until after the dances, the little ones had their own menu which is like fast food or something like that, the adults have fancy food, only the adults get to drink the alcohol, gracias a Dios que ya tenemos dieciocho, usually the teens are on the dance floor during the reggeatón songs, and they are outside after that, mostly the couples, during the part were the teens are on the dance floor, the DJ usually gives ballons, hats with funny phrases, funny accesories, it's crazy, don't mind the kids sleeping in chairs it's normal, ¿alguna pregunta?"

"I think not", Ethan answered while the both of you sit in the lounge area, "I tought you only said family only"

"By family, I meant everyone alive from both sides, friends of the family, friends of the quinceañera, and also her brother's friends, oh, and be careful with the aunts", you explained while a waiter aproached to the small sofa, "Dos daiquiris de fresa con vodka, por favor"

"What do you mean to be careful with the aunts?"

"They usually made uncomfortable questions to people that they don't know, in this case, you, don't worry, I'll be by your side", you smiled while taking one of this hands

At first, that gesture took him by surprise but he eventually felt confident enough to bring your hand to his face to leave a kiss on the back, making you blush

Not noticing your parents watching from afar

"Definitivamente van a besarse para el final de la noche", your mother commented

"No estoy listo para que tenga novio", your dad argued with your little sister in his arms

"Me agrada Ethan", the six year old said while playing with a doll, "Cuando va a casa juega a las muñecas conmigo"

Back at the lounge, you and Ethan were enjoying your drinks or taking photos with your hands still together in his lap

Just like you said, some aunts aproached to say hi and ask about Ethan, some uncomfortable cuestions, some not, but the most common was if the two of you were dating, which both of you denied

Just like you said, soon, the entire room was full of people of all ages, everyone dress in their best clothes, when a group of teenagers aproached the both of you to ask if they could use the extra space in the couches, both of you ended up sitting in a corner with you almost on his lap for the lack of space

During the waltz you recorded part of the dance, not noticing the loving look Ethan was giving you, but some younger cousins did, gigling of how cute that was, but neither of you noticed that

After the dances and speach, Ethan was quick in running to the food tables to grab something for the both of you before the other teens ended it

After the dinner was done, all the teenagers filled the big dance floor leaving empty the lounge area, but even after that, you and Ethan stayed together just enjoying the party

"Do you want to dance?", Ethan asked suddenly making you to look him with surprise, "I-I mean, you teach me how to"

"I would love to", you interrupted him

Smiling in confidence, Ethan took your hand to lead you to a free area in the dance floor to dance without bumping onto someone, but you noticed his nervous self looking anywhere but your eyes, in which you took his chin between your fingers connecting your eyes

"Sueltate, ¿esta bien?", you said smiling, "Diviertete"

His body was a little stiff at the beggining, but seeing you move your entire body at the rythim of the urban and reggeatón music made him do the same taking your hands at first, moving them until they ended in your waist, while yours were in the back of his neck

Even when the more "traditional" songs came, both of you still dance with the song while laughing because all the fun both of you were having

"Do you want to get some air?", Ethan asked watching how you were sweating and gasping for air

"Por favor", you nodded

After telling your parents that you were going to get some air, both of you went to the terrace were you sit on one of the bunks in front of the pool, noticing the cold night, Ethan was quick to put his jacket in your shoulders

"So, what do you think?", you asked taking your heels off

"This is wild and fun", Ethan responded, "I definitely want to come to another"

"Well, you are lucky that another cousin is turning quince in a few months"

"But, I don't want to came as only your friend", Ethan said causing you to look at him in surprise, "I like you, since that day we met at the Blackmore tour, and I'm glad you aproached because I honestly couldn't have the courage to do it myself, and..."

Interrupting him mid-phrase, you leaned over to kiss him at what he was surprised at first but soon he circled your waist with his arms, while your hands were in his curls and neck

The lack of air was the thing that made both of you break the kiss, but your foreheads were still together, during those moments, one of Ethan's hands travelled from your waist to the back of your neck

"In that case, do you want to come to the next ones as my boyfriend?", you asked softly tugging at some strands of his hair

"Me encantaría", Ethan answered with almost perfect pronuncation

For the next few minutes, you and Ethan stayed in the same position sharing small pecks and holding each other, enjoying each other's company

That was until the first melodies of Payaso de Rodeo started sounding, causing the both of you to run inside the room to join the dance

#baby alien creations #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream #jack champion #jack champion imagine #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 6 au #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #Spotify

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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Can you PLEASE do more Latina reader x ghost IM BEGGING YOU

Well since you asked so nicely 😉 (I could never say no to writing for my fave 😍)

So I don’t know about you guys, but my mom always woke me up early af on the weekends to clean by blasting her music super loud

You can try doing this with Ghost, but chances are he’ll already be awake. And if you’ve been together long enough that he’s picked up on your routine, he’ll come to expect it. Kinda looks forward to it honestly.

Whether you’re playing the Spanish music you like (cumbia, reggeton, salsa, etc) or whatever else you’re feeling, he’s definitely vibing with you, stepping around you and helping as you both tidy up the place together

Personally, I think this man can handle spicy food. Maybe not like… Carolina reaper in his tacos, but he doesn’t mind a little kick, he likes the heat and the flavor, he doesn’t like the kind of hot sauce that makes your mouth taste like ashes

So he’s watching you hum and dance a little while you’re whipping up some huevos rancheros, maybe you were feeling a little homesick that morning, and he’s so smitten

He LOVES hearing you speak Spanish, whether it’s grumbling to yourself, chatting with relatives, or even talking to him, he gets butterflies, he loves how it all sounds coming from you

He’s excited to try new dishes, so when you’ve come home with arms full of groceries you picked up at the local Hispanic supermarket, he knows he’s in for a treat and really looks forward to trying them

Definitely has met your family via WhatsApp video calls, he’s a little camera shy so he’ll give an awkward wave and duck away as soon as he’s out of the frame

If your heritage has holidays that you typically celebrate, he won’t be opposed to seeing the house decorated, outwardly he’ll shrug, smile softly, kiss you on the forehead and tell you not to go too crazy, it actually warms his heart to see the house so alive. It’s full of him and it’s full of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod headcanons

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 6 months

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Hi there! How are you? firstly, I love you Alastor x Hispanic reader!.

I was wondering if you can do another Hispanic reader who's trying to teach Alastor how to dance cumbia or batchata for the first time! (I personally headcanon Al loving cumbia music/dance loll)

A/N: 🫶 i love you sm for this, spanish girls RISE this is our calling ‼️

Warnings: none!!

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him watching you dance from the shadows before actually asking you to teach him how to dance

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. learns insanely scarily quick on how to dance and is suddenly a prof

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him randomly pulling you into a dance with him, his radio automatically tuning to a song to help get you both into rhythm

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him growing to love cumbia / bachata music

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. picks up a bit of spanish and can hold a conversation pretty well, he’ll learn enough to flirt with you in spanish

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him probably cursing in spanish a lot

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him getting drunk and crying to a bachata song, and you finding him in the bathroom guts puked out and he’s crying to Romeo Santos or something

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him taking you to see dancers live

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. you and him dancing with his shadows

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. getting too quick for you and your accidentally make him trip

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞….lots of late night slow dancing with him

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞…. him singing to you in spanish <33

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel rosie #alastor

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yobi-thecreator · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt x Hispanic Reader

Ask was made by @aromadoll 🤭🤭 love you pooks!

"Hey Mike?" You as called out to him as you were in the kitchen cooking. "Yeah?" He responded back as he walked out of his room. "Come here, I want to ask you something." You told him. He made his way to the small kitchen, passing by Abby as she colored and drew as she watched whatever cartoon was currently on. "What's up babe?" Mike asked as he stepped into the kitchen watching you cook as you made sincronisadas (pretty much a quesadilla but with ham in the middle of two tortillas. Also idk how to spell that so mb.) "My family invited me to a carne asada and I wanted you to accompany me there." You told him. "What's a... Carne asada?" He asked. You gave him a look that said, are you serious? But then you remember that he was white and probably never assisted to one in his life. "It's pretty much a party and they cook meat on a grill outside." You informed him. Mike made an 'Oh' sound when you told him. "When will it be?" He asked. "This Sunday, they said around six. That way it won't be so hot outside." She informed him. "Oh okay, then yeah I'll accompany you there. I'll just ask Vanessa if she can babysit Abby that day." He told you, you just nodded and gave his lips a peck. "M'kay Mike."

Sunday rolled around quite quickly. Thankfully Mike had the day off and didn't have to be at his job. Vanessa picked up Abby about an hour ago and you and Mike were getting ready. You told him he didn't have to dress up fancy or anything, it's just family members and friends. Soon you guys were on your way to your tio's (Uncle's) house.

After greeting everyone and introducing Mike to your family members and friends (Mike did not expect that many people to be at the carne asada) you guys got your own plate and served yourselves the amount of food you wanted. Mike and you talked for a bit, you made sure to ask if he was okay. He told you he was, just that he wasn't expecting a lot of people to be here. After awhile of eating and people talking, they put on music to dance. Your friends and family usually put on cumbia or norteña songs to dance too (in my experience at least). You got up and danced to the songs that they were playing. After a while of dancing a Romeo Santos song came on and you excitedly walked over to Mike and convinced him to dance with you. When you guys were on the Dance floor Mike told you he didn't know how to dance to any of the songs that they were playing (he doesn't know how to dance at all). You told him that it was fine and that he didn't have to worry. You taught him how to dance to bachata (I forgot how to spell that💀). You gave him a simple way to remember how to dance to it. You told him it was four steps and demonstrated how you dance to it. Soon Mike learned how to dance, he was pretty awkward at it but warmed up the more he danced with you. A smile was on his face as he dance with you. 'Maybe dancing isn't so bad.' He thought to himself, as long as he was with you, everything was going to be okay.

Hi pooks!! Hope you liked how I wrote it! I've been putting off this for awhile now 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 7 months

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Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

Description: Mickey Garcia has always had dance in his soul. It shocked everyone he knew when he didn't follow the music and dance in his soul for a career. Instead he became a Naval Aviator - a Weapons Systems Officer, in fact, and didn't regret that decision even once. Some part of him knew that he would find his dance partner one day. After the Uranium Mission, the restlessness in his soul lead to Mickey going dancing, and that's where he'd found you. At first things between the two of you were just fun. But what happens when Mickey wants more? Can he convince you just how good the two of you could be dancing in step for the rest of your lives? Disclaimer: Female!Reader Word Count: 2947 Author’s Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic as yet another installment for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event. This time, it's based on the song Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go) by Wham! This is my first official oneshot for Fanboy and I really love it! I hope you all do too! All of the bold and italicized parts are lyrics from the song! My Masterlist

Miguel Garcia has always had a dancer’s heart. Growing up in Miami, Florida, he’s been surrounded by music since the day he was born in an inner-city hospital to two people with pure music in their souls. If you asked either of his parents, they’d have thought he’d grow up to be a Merengue, Cumbia, or Salsa dancer. Instead, Miguel chose to join the Navy. When he was so serious, so sure of the decision, who were they to stop him? He’d worked incredibly hard to climb the ranks, but he’d never lost the rhythm in his heart. What was harder to find was the girl who dances in a complimentary rhythm to his own.

It hasn’t helped either that he’s been deployed around the world for most of his career. It has been an incredibly fulfilling life, but a solitary one. Sure he has Reuben, who Mickey can unequivocally class as both a best friend and a brother, but it's not the same. A part of him has always wanted the kind of love his parents share, the kind of love he'd grown up with. The Uranium mission had seemed like the turning point in his career. The admiralty had formed a new squadron, electing to keep the Daggers together, and he was (he is) happy to have a permanent place to call home. It had finally felt like he had a family again. But something was still missing - someone was still missing.

He'd started up his old habits from his youth once more. Weekend after weekend he'd hit the dance clubs of San Diego, dancing with everybody who wanted to, until the nervous thrum in his veins had quieted once more. That was the only way he’d been able to fall asleep with the new monotony his life had taken. It had been one such night after a terribly boring week when he saw you for the first time. You were laughing and carefree, each elegant movement looking like poetry on the dance floor of the small salsa bar. It was the first time all night he’d felt the incessant energy thrumming under his skin grow quiet.

"Hi, can I cut in?" He'd asked.

"Sure," You'd giggled. The minute you put your hand in his, he'd been lost to the music in your eyes and the rhythm of your soul. You'd felt like sin under his fingertips and your smile had been brighter than the sun. Mickey had not wanted to let go of you all night.

That rhythm had translated into what was the best sex of his life in the months following your serendipitous meeting. But night after night he always woke up in his simple, shitty little base apartment to the sight of you slipping out of the door like you'd never been in his bed to begin with. Just like that, too, he'd stay awake an hour longer to see your posts on social media about dancing in the Gaslamp Quarter. And every night he'd fall back to sleep wishing that one day soon your heart would beat to the same rhythm as his own. He'd known you'd wanted something light, "Just fucking, just for fun", you'd murmured in your musical voice that first night. And just fucking, just for fun was where he'd stayed.

Mickey isn’t sure when it happened, but you've been haunting his every thought. He only needs to blink and he can see your smile, your sparkling eyes, and everything about you in technicolor swimming in front of his eyes. All of a sudden, your arrangement isn’t enough. He wants to dance through life with you, not just waltz you into his bed every few nights. It’s no lie that work keeps you busy, just like the Navy keeps him. He knows you love it, dancing by night and during the day writing reviews of the places you danced at for one of San Diego's travel websites. But Mickey can't help wanting more of you.

Even when he's supposed to be flying, he's only thinking of you. His inattention could cause him to make some serious mistakes, but he can’t stop. The one time he’d mentioned it to Payback, he’d regretted it too. Reuben was no help. His advice had been, "Just tell her how you feel. Then you can woo her!"

Well, Reuben may know exactly what to say to Emily, his wife, but Mickey still has no idea what to say to you. Or when, to be honest. You're barely around for more than a few hours at a time. And when you are, your pretty mouth is too occupied to do much talking.

After months of trying and failing to tell you how he feels, Mickey's decided he has to take matters into his own hands and track you down at one of these clubs. He has to dance with you, take advantage of the close proximity and your body pressed against his to tell you the truth. But he has no idea what your schedule is. So Mickey does what he does best, analyzes all of the facts. If he can do it in the back of a jet, he can track you down, right? The first thing he does is call your best friend.

"Hey, Maria. Do you have any idea what Angel's doing this weekend?" Her response had been vague at best, something about a themed dance night at one of the clubs in the city. Okay, it's a start. But it's October. Nearly every dance club in the city is throwing themed dance nights Friday through Sunday. That's not going to help much.

You'd mentioned something to him a couple of nights ago, about reviewing the theme night happening at one of the newest clubs in town. It was one of the few words of pillow talk he actually remembered before your mouth was doing wicked things that made his heart rate skyrocket. Now if only he could remember what kind of theme night. Not hip hop, funk, or soul. It could've been a kpop night, but you'd mentioned something about lycra? What the hell does lycra have to do with dance? Before he can update his list, his phone gets snatched right out of his hands. It's Hangman, because of course it is, and the nosey fucker's already looking into Mickey's phone like it's his god-given right to do so.

"Well, well, well, Fanboy. You like going dancing on weekends? Picking up the ladies?" The glare Mickey levels at the obnoxious blond could have been powerful enough to set him up in flames.

"Can I have my phone back, please, Bagman?" But Hangman just keeps scrolling, quite gleefully ignoring his pleas.

"Nah. This is too interesting." He squints at the screen. "What do dancing and lycra have to do with each other?"

"I wish I knew. My girlfriend, I guess, mentioned going to one of these Halloween theme dance nights this weekend. And she mentioned something about lycra and one of the places she's going this weekend." Mickey should not be grateful to have his phone back, not when Jake just slumps down on the sofa and starts brainstorming out loud. Most of his suggestions are frankly ludicrous and the longer Mickey hears him talk the more his head pounds.

By the time training is over for the day, every single Dagger knows and has contributed their two cents. Mickey's more than exhausted and all he wants is his Angel, but you're not there. But as it stands, there is a monster in his stomach growling loudly and he’s covered in sweat. So into the locker room he goes, praying that the guys have something, anything to talk about other than his Angel search.

Of course the minute he walks into the locker room he’s bombarded with even more suggestions. At that moment, Mickey has to remind himself that he likes these people. They may be pains in his ass but he likes them.

"Aww, c'mon Fanboy! This is your girl we're talking about. So what's she like in bed? She has to be a bombshell in and out of bed to keep your attention." Mickey's not quite sure what to say to Jake's comment because you are. He calls you his Angel for a reason after all. But he's never once indulged in locker room shop talk and he isn't going to now. Not when he's not even sure how you feel about him and everything.

So he just shrugs and turns on the shower. With the hot water pounding down around him the tight band of pressure across his temples eases. It helps that Hangman has finally, finally shut up about Angel's weekend plans, too.

But it feels like it's nearly too good to be true. Because the squadron is at the Hard Deck later that night, and Mickey gets cornered by Natasha and Bob.

"So, Fanboy." Bob's smiling good naturedly as he pushes a soda towards Mickey. "What's your girlfriend like? The other guys probably just want the dirty details but you look happy, man. I'd love to know more about her if you'd like to tell me about her? Nix and I both would."

Under their gentle smiles and easy demeanors it's almost too easy to state all of the ways Mickey adores you. He probably sounds like a broken, stuck record, prattling on and on about your soft hair, sweet smile and your big brain. He even pulls up one of your reviews to share and oh. Oh. He's in love with you. But he’s not sure how he’s going to tell you, not at all.

“Okay, you obviously love this girl.” Mickey can only nod at Natasha’s fondly amused tone. “So why aren’t you tracking her down to tell her so?”

For the first time in weeks, an idea starts to crystallize in his mind. “Would you guys be able to help me find her? She’s supposed to be reviewing one of the Halloween theme nights this weekend. But all Angel told me is something involving lycra.”

"Maybe she is going to wear lycra? Like for eighties jazzercise?" Mickey’s so excited he could kiss Bob for that suggestion. Sure enough there is only one place hosting an eighties theme night this weekend. It would be too much to hope that he could manage to go alone. Because the minute Bob’s found the club, Hangman is right there to start planning a night of it. Before too long, Mickey’s quest to tell his Angel how he really feels has turned into a Dagger’s night out and a complete and total mess.

Come Saturday night, Mickey’s one of the first Daggers ready to leave base and head out for the night. He's not wearing anything too out of the ordinary, opting for a wide collared shirt, and trousers. The one difference is how his curls cascade over his forehead and the retro shades covering his eyes. It doesn't surprise Mickey at all to see Natasha appear in the parking lot minutes later dressed in lycra and a leotard, big puffy hair, sweatbands, leg warmers and all. Bob wearing a turtleneck and slacks and Reuben when he finally drives up is dressed like Mickey is. But the true surprises of the Daggers seem to be Rooster and Hangman who walk up side by side in matching leggings, leotards, wristbands and headbands. Javy appears sedately behind the duo, dressed similarly to Bob.

Mickey feels kind of like the Ringmaster of a particularly rowdy circus as he leads the way into the club not longer after. It feels like entering an alternate universe. The music is so loud he feels it in his bones. Everyone’s wearing bright colors and dressed like they stepped right out of the 80s. There are more than a few people wearing lycra like Nat, Hangman and Rooster. Already, Mickey can feel the thrum of the beat in his blood. But as much as he’d like to dance, he’s a man with a mission.

He melts into the crowd before Nat and Hangman are back with the first round. If he knows you correctly, and he thinks he does, you’ll be right in the middle of the dance floor. You’ve said it a hundred times, that the center of the dance floor is where you can get the best idea of what the mood is for a club. Sure enough, he finds you in the center of the dance floor.

The sight of you, it takes his breath away. Lit up by the glow of the lights, you look ethereal. Your eyes are closed as your body moves to the beat. Much like Nat, you’re in leggings and a leotard too, your hair a halo of curls around your head. But your leotard is more than a little sexier, only a scrap of fabric covering your breasts. You look like sin, your bare arms sparkling under the neon lights as beads of sweat drip down your neck. It’s obvious all the other men on the dance floor want you for themselves too, because one after the other, they keep trying to grind up on you.

When your eyes open, they glimmer with rage, rage you rightfully use to push the wandering hands off of your skin. Rage that melts into a sweet O of surprise when you see him standing there.

“Miguel?” Here’s another reason why he loves you. The way you say his name is like music. He takes your hand just as the beats of an all too familiar song pound through the speakers.

Jitterbug

"Hi, Angel." Mickey's voice would be barely audible were it not for the way he murmurs the words right into your ear. "I missed you."

You look flattered at his innocent admission, and Mickey's not sure why.

"I remember you saying something about an Eighties Dance Night. It didn't take long to find this place."

To your credit, you let Mickey twirl you around the dance floor for a few more seconds before you pretty glistening lips part.

"Why do you miss me, Miguel?" You look like you're almost scared of the answer you're going to get. So instead, Mickey croons the lyrics of the song playing into your ear.

"You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same"

Now there's understanding in your beautiful eyes and as much as Mickey wants to turn tail and hide, instead a glorious smile takes over your face. He doesn't object at all as you drag him outside. In the quiet, he finally, finally hears the staccato rush of your frenzied breaths, calming in tune to your own.

“Mickey, I …” You look lost all of a sudden and Mickey can’t stand to see that look on your face. So he steps forward and kisses you, slow and sweet, pouring all of his pent up feelings into the soft, tender kiss.

“Angel, please. This once, can I talk?” At your nod, he continues. “I know you just wanted some fun, and that was what I wanted too. But sweetheart, I can’t do this anymore. Cielito, it hurts too much.”

Your face falls at his words, and he can almost see the walls come up around your heart.

“I’m almost certain I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand that you’ve left me sleepin' in my bed. I was dreamin' but I should've been with you instead. Wake me up before you go-go. Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.” Your giggle when Mickey starts singing the song is far better than your tears would have been.

“You’re a sap, Miguel Garcia.” But even as you say the words, you’re stepping into his arms. You taste like strawberries as he sucks on your plush lips and it's a taste he's not sure he'll ever get tired of. “I’m pretty sure that I’m falling in love with you too.”

"Come home with me, baby? And stay the night?" Your grin and nod makes his smile feel like a mile wide as he calls an Uber. You’re all over him on the drive to the base gate and all of a sudden it feels like the world is still. Because you’re in his apartment, and then on his bed, the scrap of fabric covering your tits riding up until it’s not covering anything at all. Your moan is musical, too, as he leaves wet kisses over his skin. But Mickey’s sure he likes you best when you’re completely naked and in his arms, a sheen of sweat over your soft skin as you pant against his chest. Your mind looks to be finally, completely silent, and your lips are pillow soft as you press soft kisses over his heart.

“Miguel?” Your voice is a little rough, vocal cords rubbed raw as you snuggle in closer.

“Yeah, Angel?” Mickey’s sure he’ll never get tired of you, not when you’re blinking sleepily at him.

“Take me out for brunch in the morning?” For some reason your sleepy words make him happier than he’s felt in a long time.

“I can do that, beautiful. But you’ll have to wear my clothes. I don’t think that lycra set of yours should be worn in public, ever again.” He has to stifle his chuckles when all he hears is a soft snuffling snore. There’s no way you’re going out dancing without him tonight. You’re too worn out. Is it a crime that he likes you that way?

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 5 months

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Oooh, I couldn't help but see you're taking prompt requests for Frankie and Santiago! What about "Don't make me jealous" and "No worry, you weren't that obvious"?

Hey angel!! Thank you so much for sending this in my love! I just did one for Santi, so I went with Frankie for this one! I hope you enjoy! I’m not crazy about the ending but…. It’s ok it’s ok. I hope you like it!!!!!

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Two Left Feet

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

For as long as Francisco Morales knew you, you loved to dance.

That's how he met you, on the dance floor at a Cumbia night at the local bar Santi dragged him to. You saw him sitting on the sidelines and lured him in with your eyes and sweet smile. 3 years later and you now lived together, and the kitchen tiles were your nightly dance floor. Even with those nightly slow dances, Frankie couldn't shake his natural shy nature when it came to beats swirling around his feet. You encouraged him that he was a wonderful dancer, he tried to avoid public dancing as much as possible, even if you begged him.

So it baffled him as to how he was convinced to attend at the edge of town with Santi. Music was blasting trying to be heard above the cacophany of voices of a hundred people chatting, eating, and dancing. He did not want to be here. At all. What he wanted to be doing was to be on the couch, with you, in his sweatpants, with a pizza and a crap movie on. He had tried all afternoon to get you to stay home instead, but you would not relent. You hadn't gone out in months and when Santi mentioned it to you and Frankie at your weekly dinner, you jumped at the chance. Frankie complaining and moping would not deter you.

The only thing that made this at all worth it was to see that smile on your perfect face. And the tight jeans you brought out for the night. One of your favorite songs starts blaring on the speakers and your eyes light up like fireworks, "Ah! Francisco c'mon! This song was playing when we met do you remember?"

Frankie shook his head, pushing his hat further down on his head, "Mmm no it's ok princessa. I think I'm going to sit this one out. You go on."

You pouted, "Frankie c'mon please? It's our favorite song. Please come dance with me?"

"No baby I'm not going out there."

You opened your mouth to fight with him, but Santi put his hand on your shoulder to stop you, "Hey don't worry muñeca, I'll go dance with you. Get on the floor, I'll meet up with you. I just gotta give Fish some cash for gas."

You nodded and gave a small smile to Pope, not without shooting a look at Frankie. Frankie watched you bounce along onto the dance floor already stealing the metaphysical spotlight. Santi punched Frankie on the shoulder, "It is unbelievable to me that you would let your girl out on that dance floor looking like that with a man that's not you."

Frankie rubbed his shoulder, "I'm not a good dancer, it's embarrassing."

Santi threw his hands to his sides, "So? Fish. You have the most beautiful girl in the place begging you to hold her and dance with her and you say no because you don't think you can dance? Literally all she wants is for you to spend time with you and to have fun with you. What is your deal?"

"You can dance with her! She'll have a much better time with you and won't get embarrassed. You're a much better dancer."

Santi looked at you, who was clearly waiting for him, and then looked back at Frankie. A plan started forming. With a sly smirk he purred out, "Hm. I am the better dancer. Maybe I can also show her who the better boyfriend is too."

Frankie crossed his arms, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Santi just tapped his shoulder, "Don't worry about it viejo. You go sit down, don't want you to strain your back or anything. I'll take good care of your girl."

And with that Santi waltzed over to you, all too excited to see how the night would play out. Frankie was always very even keeled. Methodical. Rational. Nothing really riled him up and he wasn't prone to jealousy. Unless it came to you. And Santi knew it. He had gone through enough tours and late nights to know what made Fish tick. And Santi was going to press all of them. Whatever it took to make Fish stop being such a baby.

You watched the interaction between the two friends, and it did not skip by you that Frankie clearly became angry at whatever Santi said. Santi on the other hand looked much too pleased. When Santi finally made it to you and took you to the middle of the floor you questioned, "What did you do?"

Santi smiled and whispered to you, "Frankie is being a baby and is shy about embarrassing you since he thinks he's bad at dancing. I'm just... pushing him out of the nest."

As you began stepping in time with Santi you raised your brows, "Pushing him out of the nest by..."

Santi grabbed your lower back, "Encouraging him to take what's his before someone else does."

"Santi I don't play like that."

"Neither do I honey. Just have fun, I'll take the flack for it. Frankie boy needs to get over himself."

Maybe it was wrong. No it was. It was wrong to mess with Frankie like this. But you rationalized it by thinking about how many times Frankie refused to dance with you recently. Even in the kitchen. How many times he refused show his affection in public. Because he didn't want to looked whipped. Maybe it was wrong. But you wanted Frankie to want you with the ferocity that he did when you first got together. And if it took Santi being a little mean... well...

Santi spun you around and kept you in beat with the other couples turning around. You laughed and sang with Santi as if no one was watching. But you could feel Frankie’s eyes raking over you. Burning like a hot stove. When you nodded to Santi to look, Santi chuckled and whispered, “Any minute now.”

Francisco Morales was on the edge of his seat. Every muscle in his body rigid as the rage bubbled up. He prided himself on keeping his emotions in check. Not letting passions get the better of him. But this was becoming too much. You were having too much fun. Santi was smiling way too much and holding you much too tight for his liking.

It ended now.

As one song ended and another song started, you saw Frankie stomping over. So authoritative that couples parted away from him and his wake. His face was fixed in a scowl, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine. Frankie yanked Santi off you as gently as he could, “Alright knock it off. Get lost.”

Santi winked at you and laughed, “He’s all yours honey.” Santi smacked Frankie’s behind as he looked for another dance partner.

Frankie pulled you impossibly close. Your breath hitching and shyness rising. A slower more sensual number started up, and the butterflies began running amuck in your stomach. Frankie pulled your face to his to whisper to you, “Don’t make me jealous baby. I don’t like having to compete and get handsy.”

Frankie kisses your forehead and nips at your ear, causing you to gasp and giggle. You turn to face him, kissing his pouty lips. “I just wanted you to dance with me baby. I’m sorry if I made you think you ever had to compete with me.”

He hummed kissing you back, “It’s ok querida. I understand. I’ve been letting my pride get in the way of loving you the way you need me to. The way I want to. Just… let’s not play those games anymore yeah?”

You nodded, laying your head on his chest. You let your hands roam his broad back, murmuring, “You did look sexy stomping over here all jealous.”

Frankie laughed, leaning back to look at you, “Was it that obvious?”

You shook your head quickly and dramatically, “oh no… no not obvious at all.”

He laughed some more, pulling you back into his chest. You danced the night away with him. Feeling those same butterflies you felt that first night you met. Stepping all over those two left feet.

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tumbleweedtech · 2 months

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okay happy to give a prompt because I need alerudy like I need air they are so underwritten. I’m too Latino and too gay to not need them. Beware because it’s fluffy.

Dance lessons! I headcanon Alejandro as coming from a big family where Rudy might have only had one or no siblings, and you might think that means Ale had more opportunity to dance, that would be wrong. Alejandro got lost in the mix of family and by the time he’s like 15 he 1) can’t dance a basic cumbia because everyone figured he’d just pick it up and 2) is old enough that being bad at dancing is embarrassing rather than endearing. Rudy, by contrast, has been his single mom’s dance partner for years, right up until she got re-married (and he danced his ass off at the wedding too).

So Ale sucks it up and asks Rudy to teach him how to dance because it’s quinceañera season and he can’t go another year claiming he twisted his ankle. So the lessons begin. In secret, late at night on top of a roof near the bar district, where they can hear the music from below. Where no one can see two boys dancing. Rudy has him start by following, then by leading, and then they switch off. Dealer’s choice whether Rudy is dying inside because he’s wanted to dance with Ale for years, or if this is a Gay Awakening, but either way. They’re feeling Something.

I have no idea where this ends which is why I’m giving up custody to you!

how could you possibly know i am currently writing a cumbia fic with alerudy

how. *How*, Nonny? Alright. *cracks knuckles* Let's have at'er. (note: I'm going with Alejandro's mom is Rudy's madrino, and vice versa. Because idk about you, but my nina was treated like my second mother, no questions or argument allowed.) No CWs, just fluff of teenage boys with crushes dancing.

"Alejandro."

"Rodolfo."

Rudy rolls his eyes at the way Alejo parrots back, defensive. "Si se puede, Alejo."

Alejandro's refusing to look at him, frowning deeply, and it's heartbreaking how beautiful he is even now, gripping his own elbows, hair hanging in his eyes.

It was Alejo's tío who originally showed the boys this spot. The bright lights of the mercado cast its long flat roof into shadow; the strangely blinking red lights on its sign left it feeling private and alone. It hadn't been what Rudy had been looking for at the time. He'd heard there would be a meteor shower, and his mama was working that night. He knew Alejandro would go with him, he just had to find a place dark enough to see the stars.

They never did see the stars falling, but Alejandro held his hand as they watched the grey clouds cover a red-tinted sky and that was enough.

Tonight? The sky was clear and they could hear the distant but cheerful beat of the bar in the alley below. Rudy hoped it'd be loud enough to dance to.

Alejandro never liked failing, grouchy and embarrassed even as Rudy tried to model the steps.

"Alejandro, ven. Por favor. ¿Bailar conmigo?"

Rudy held a hand out, waiting. It was rare that Alejandro would deny him anything he wanted, a fact his mother had pointed out to him with a sly smile. He'd asked her once why she never went out dancing. She had cupped his cheeks and squeezed. "Mijo, there is nothing better than dancing with someone you love with your entire heart. Dancing in a club? You can go with your friends and have fun. Take Alejito, he needs the fun. But I am happy, here, dancing with you."

He was tall enough now that it was easier for him to lead when dancing with her, but she'd taught him both skills. “You never know who you will want to dance with”, she'd insisted.

He was pretty sure she knew who he wanted to dance with.

And that person didn't want to dance with him.

Rudy sighed. "If you want, Tía Lucía is probably still awake. I can—"

With an angry snarl, Alejandro stomped over, holding his arms out stiffly. He still refused to look directly at Rudy now that they were standing so close together under the aging neon sign. Rudy couldn't help but feel a whisper of hope that the tint of red across Alejandro's face was the blush his mama swore was there when he wasn't looking.

"I'm not asking Tía Lucía to teach me to dance for her own daughter's quinceañera. She'll know why I didn't dance at Letty's."

"Okay. You sure you're not going to punch me? It's easier to learn the steps at first if you follow."

Alejandro's shoulders dropped, the frustration leaching out of him with a heavy sigh. He looked around again, taking in the soft echo of the music from below, the flickering light, and gestured for Rudy to come closer. "Not going to punch you. Not your fault, I—"

Whatever he was going to say was startled out of him as Rudy took his hand to pull him close, the other hand on his waist. "Relax."

Rudy shifted him gently, and Alejandro panicked, tightly gripping his shoulder, glancing down at their feet.

"Don't look. Just trust me, okay? Count with me."

Rudy counted a quiet beat, letting Alejandro slowly relax into the rhythm. He was good at it, once he relaxed. Rudy encouraged him around, into a small circle, before the song changed again, a bouncy, cheerful song that Rudy recognized from his mother's small, crackly radio.

"You try leading now." Rudy shifted their joined hands, rubbing his sweaty palm on his thigh before reaching up to clasp Alejandro's shoulder. He desperately wanted to wrap both arms around his neck and press close, but he was fairly sure he couldn't get away with claiming it was part of teaching him to dance.

Alejandro approached it like he did everything else new to him. Brow furrowed, concentrating. Rudy doesn't know exactly when Alejandro managed to get taller than him, but it took his breath away to look up, the bright glow reflecting in Alejandro's dark eyes that met his, studying him so intently.

He tested, his fingers gently pressing, guiding Rudy. His confidence grew as the song went on, and Rudy surrendered to the warmth of Alejandro's arm around him, hand gentle on his back. "Not so hard, is it?"

Alejandro's wry smile as he ducked his head was answer enough. It wasn't a difficult dance, at least not the basics. Alejandro lifted a shoulder at Rudy's questioning eyebrow. The movement shifted Rudy’s hand, and it was excuse enough. He took the moment to curl his hand around Alejandro's neck, feeling the knobs of his spine and tangling his fingers in his long, dark curls.

"Plenty to learn still, besides just the basic steps. Unless this is enough for you?"

Alejandro's voice cracked slightly, eyes wide as he pulled Rudy closer, both of them moving slower as the song faded out. "Might need more practice. I've seen you dance with Nina Antonia, there's spinning involved."

"Then come over tomorrow, after school. You know my mom won't make fun, and we've got the music. She's making pozole anyway, you know you want to."

"Fine," Alejandro huffed, pretending it was a hardship like they weren't always at each other's homes for dinner anyway. Tomorrow was a rare day off for Rudy’s mom, but he knew she wouldn't mind. "One more song first?"

Rudy shifted close again as Alejandro's too-warm hand gripped his ribs and they moved with the rhythm of the drums. Rudy had always enjoyed dancing with his mama, but he thought that maybe she had a point. Dancing with her was very, very different than dancing with Alejandro, especially with the way his eyes glittered in the dark.

#alerudy #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro x rudy #they're just babies here though #consider this backstory to my other cumbia fic if you've gotten snippies of that.#teenage boys dancing is just so cute #both of them crushin on each other #well shit it's been awhile since i just dropped a one shot like that #don't hate me if it's out of character i'm still babey in this fandom pls oh god #tryin real hard tho

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