#afro latina reader

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

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robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi—“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

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this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #Spotify #afro latina reader #angst #unrequited love

[nadiahshaven]

high connie. that’s it, that’s the post.

𖦹 translations: estas bien?/you good? | cariño/darling | mi amor/my love

𖦹 cw: high!connie x reader, contains nsfw

high!connie who gets touchy, and needy when under the influence.

“why you so far for?” connie questioned you. seeing you in nothing but his large t-shirt and boxers was doing something to him. his eyes were so low that he could barely see you, but he could make out your figure from across the room.

“cariño, i’m right here.” you reached out for his hand, to which he grabbed it, kissing all over the back of it, to your tattooed fingers, to your palm and wrist. it was now your turn to question him. “estas bien?”

he nodded, and whispered nothing but three words as he tugged on the oversized shirt you were wearing, with an intoxicated, metal-mouthed smile.

“take this off.”

high!connie who loves when you feed him snacks he gets for his munchies. he finds it weird, sober or not. you find it cute, on the other hand, so everytime he hands you an opened bag of trolli sour gummy worms after he gets high, you know exactly what to do.

“thankkk you, mi amorr.” connie chuckled, licking the rest of the sour powder off of your index and thumb fingers.

“mhm.” you replied back, kissing his currently blue raspberry flavored lips.

high!connie who loves how you dig your nails into his back when he has your legs on his shoulders, LED lights on red, fucking you to sandra’s rose by drake. any other time you two would fuck off a blunt, he’d be gentle, easy with your body. something must’ve been in the weed, because this specific time the headboard was banging so roughly into the wall you thought you’d have to call maintenance for the apartment you lived in, in the morning. the tip of his dick was punching your cervix with every harsh thrust he fed you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“con-“ you said incoherently, resorting to slapping onto his back in an attempt to get his attention. “connie, im finna cum-“

yet again, due to a moan being forced from your throat, you couldn’t finish your sentence. he was hitting your g-spot as if there was no other spot inside of you to hit, guiding you to the orgasm of your life.

but, he answered you, in a gentle, quiet, cooing tone. “go ‘head, mami. nut onnis dick.” his hands that were on either side of your head moved down to press on your lower stomach, enhancing the pleasure indescribably.

you started to pant hoarsely, jaw slackened and legs shaking. he took this as an opportunity to shove his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around, under, behind your tongue. he slid his slender, soft finger out, dragging it down your body before pressing it on your clit, rubbing it in small, firm circles.

high!connie loved how you looked when you came, it being the most gorgeous sight on earth. some nights, he kept you up only to make you cum over, and over, and over. he couldn’t get enough of how your face contorted into one of pure ecstasy when you reached your climax. knowing he was the one making you feel this good, sent him onto a cloud higher than the one he was on.

high!connie who would agree to let you wear his chains when you rode him. everyone knew connie’s chains were the most dear to him, which is why you wouldn’t dare to ask him to even take them off if you two were fucking while he was sober. you loved the way they dangled in your face, anyway. but, when he was high, saying ‘yes’ to things was more common, even if it took a little bit of persuasion. he adored the way his chains sounded, the silver and diamonds clinking together while he bounced your hips up and down on his dick.

high!connie who you had to take care of when he greened out after eating an entire edible. he had high tolerance, but this night, he pushed his luck— and his body— farther than was able to contain. next thing you knew, he was kneeled over the toilet, emptying his guts while you were rubbing his broad shoulders with either of your hands, encouraging him and telling him that he’d be okay.

he sat up, still holding onto the toilet. “never gettin’ fuckin’ high again.”

“so, this mean i can smoke the rest of the weed?” you chuckled, already knowing the answer to this question.

“fuck no.” connie responded, sternly.

high!connie who also loved getting high on the taste of you. he’d have you ass up, face down, eating you out as if his life depended on it. his flexible, long tongue knew no boundaries, going from twirling it around your clit to tensing it and thrusting it in and out of you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when he slid his thumb into your smaller, pulsing hole right as he flicked the tip of his tongue sloppily across your button. you couldn’t control yourself, or even warn him, and gushed every juice you had onto his face. this seemed to motivate him further, and he continued what he was doing, despite your cries and very guttural sounding moans.

high!connie who loved to cuddle with you after watching a movie that he knew would trip him out. he’d rant about how surreal everything looked as he laid his head into your chest. you played in his hair as he did so. touching his hair was also one of the things he wouldn’t let you do if he was sober, but obviously, since he was high, it was alright. your nails gently scratching his scalp would send him into a deep sleep. and just like that, he’d become your 6’5, 200 pound weighted blanket.

“never lettin’ you get high again.” you groaned, as you tried your best to pull the comforter up onto both of your bodies.

you also simultaneously knew that was a lie. you loved a sober connie, a drunk connie, and especially a high!connie.

#connie springer #connie x black reader #aot smut #connie x black y/n #aot connie #original content #connie smut #connie fluff #connie x you #intoxicated #black reader #female reader #afro latina #Spotify

[japhoriaa]

# MILES' HEART.

( title is literally based off of "kevins heart." 1 of my fav songs.) , (alsooo, in honor of the last few days of hispanic heritage month, enjoy an afro latina reader!!)

: ̗̀➛ mmm ionk, read n find outt!

PAIRING : e!1610miles x afrolatina!reader .

GENRE : i honestly have nooo idea.

WARNING : a lil cussin .. and whatever else. -- no damn proofread bby. (i really hope my spanish isnt horrid. i will sob.)

you and miles strolled down the streets of brooklyn, new york in silence. nothing but the sounds of busy traffic breaking the on-going silent treatment you were giving him.

-- "man, wassup witchu?" he spat. you could basically hear the annoyed tone through his thick brooklyn accent.

you muttered out a - "nothin." as you continued what was supposed to be "silent treatment." whilst scrolling through your tiktok feed -- one airpod in, with your knotless braids pulled into a bun.

"mmtch, dont 'nothin' me. obviamente algo anda mal." he spoke; looking at you for a split second, walking closest to the road-- with you walking closest to the passing deli's.

you loved- no. adored that he knew the sidewalk rule.

but was this the time for allat lovey, dovey shit? no. you were supposed to be mad at this nigga!

"aparentemente." you mumbled, not paying him any mind. a moment of silence followed with your statement as you two walked.

the laces of miles' jordans slapping against his shoes. always wearing his damn shoes untied, what a dumb habit. but that made miles, miles.

"look baby, im sorry- ok? for whatever i did to piss you off, i dont know what i did to actually make you mad at me, but lo sé, lo siento mi corazón."

a small smile made itself a home on your lips as he apologized. thats all you really wanted to hear, especially giving that your last failed relationships barely knew how to give you a compliment.

"mm.. its ok.." you said as you fidgeted with the bracelets on your arm.

"Te amo, lo siento otra vez." he spoke; looking back over at you with that dumb smile on his face.

"mhm, yo también te amo miles." you said, looking over at him also.

#atsv #black reader #fanfic #fic #fiction #fluff #miles g morales #miles morales #miles x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #afro latina #afrolatina reader #japhoriaa #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales 1610 #1610 miles x reader #spiderman 1610 #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles morales x you #earth 1610 miles x you #earth 1610 miles x black!reader #earth 1610 miles angst #e42 miles #e1610 miles #latina #hispanic heritage month

[starsluver]

Your Teeth in my neck| Rafe Cameron x latina!reader

A/n: I love Kali Uchis so much 🤭, she's so fine. I'm so down bad for her

Okay, so I've seen all over this app. Rafe Cameron with a Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey fan gf but y'all know what I haven't seen. Rafe Cameron with a gf who loves Kali Uchis so I'm going to present it to y'all <3.

The first thing Rafe noticed about his gf when they first met was her sense of style (basically Y2k and a bit Chicana style because I barely see any fics with a Latina reader 🙄) along with her jewelry. A lot of gold necklaces and bracelets.

Rafe has definitely spent an INSANE amount of money on his gf. For example clothes and jewelry. And she feels kinda bad that she's not able to pay him back but he doesn't mind.

Rafe LOVES her outfits and how she can make everything look good.

He has definitely had to listen to all Kali's albums and singles cause of his gf but he doesn't really mind. Definitely has bought his gf tickets for her concerts. (Probably has listen to a few of her songs while doing it 🫢)

His gf DEFINITELY has a few Spanish nicknames like cariño, Mi vida, Amor, blaquito 🫢...... Colonizer (I'm sorry y'all please forgive me I had to 😭)

I'm getting the motivation to write so y'all better request 😎🥱

My fav Kali song 🤭😍

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x latina!reader #latina!reader #afro latina!reader #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #kali uchis #kali uchis aesthetic #Spotify

[coryosbaby]

hi love!!! i am so in love with your blog and content !! you’re amazing !!

i was wondering if i could request ethan x afro-latina! reader. i was imagining a scenario where he’s introduced to her by the group and he’s pulled in because of her aura. i don’t think there’s anything else specific i’m thinking of other than her wearing a lot of gold jewelry and having a small tattoo of whatever you want in between her boobs bc i love when girls have that 🤭

ty for reading this !!!!

- 🥥

Ethan Landry x Afro Latina! Reader

Thank you so so much, love. Was getting major hippie/summer-ey vibes from this so decided to write the reader that way. This is like, insanely short but I’m thinking ab making this a series w different parts. If this doesn’t appeal to you, feel free to write to me and ask for a redo <3

Warnings: none, just Ethan pining over the reader :)

When Tara says that she has a new friend that she wants everyone to meet, they agree to meet up and go bowling together. Ethan and Chad conversating over a video game as they walk into the door of the bowling alley, a water bottle resting in both boy’s hands.

Sitting at a table with the group is where Ethan first sees her.

A girl, and an unfamiliar one, it seems. This must be Tara’s new friend.

Its during summer, by the way. A specific detail, yet it remains because of how much the girl reminds Ethan of the season. She has captivating, warm eyes, a beautiful complexion, and a natural look to her glazed features. A sliver of soft brown skin peeks out through her slightly cropped shirt. Golden rings and necklaces hang off of her fingers and neck, and in between her tits rests the numbers 444 in solid black ink.

He tries not to stare at her for too long.

When they get there Tara tells the girl their names one by one. Her eyes set on Ethan when she feels his gaze on her.

She smiles at him, and Ethan’s heart begins to run rampant, his face flushing cherry red as she shakes his hand and greets him with one singular word.

“Hi.” Her voice is angelic, just like her.

“Hey.”

He doesn’t mean for his words to sound hushed and quiet, and he definitely doesn’t mean for his hand to hold onto hers for so long, but it does. She rubs a small circle into his skin and then lets out a giggle as she lets go.

“Tara didn’t tell me that she had a cute friend.”

#SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS?? #I’ll def continue it #Ethan landry #Ethan landry x reader #Ethan landry x fem! reader #Ethan landry x Afro Latina! reader #Afro Latina! reader #scream #scream 6

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Hi, I'm wondering if you would be okay doing a Hobie x Miguel's afro-latina daughter. If not that's totes okay and I also adoreeeee your writing 💋🤍🤍

I would love to!!

Coast clear?

You smiled and laughed as Hobie dragged you along, you both sat in the photobooth now. He put his money in, and selected two strips.

“Alright, smile!” You both did so, and Hobie pulled you closer to him.

“Do a funny face!” The machine said as it counted down, you had an idea, grabbing his hands and making him hold your mouth up, so your fangs were visible, he gave a shocked and scared face.

You both laughed for a little.

“Something cute!”

You both kissed.

“Do your best pose!”

You both looked at each other, not knowing what to do, and you both just laughed as the camera took the picture.

“Oh man. Those turned out shitty.” He laughed as they showed on the screen, and asked if you wanted to print them now.

You both walked out the machine and waited for the strips to print, he had an arm around you as you both waited, talking and talking.

You laughed and soon the photos printed, you both quickly grabbed one.

“I look bad.” You shook your head and laughed.

“What you talkin’ bout’? You look fuckin’ sexy. And what have I said about-“

“The beauty standard is made for white woman and we shouldn’t believe in it because it is oppressive to everyone who isn’t seen as a white, blonde, blue eyed man or woman.”

“Exactly. That’s my girl.” He said, giving you a quick kiss and looking at the photos again.

“Im gonna frame it and put it on my wall. It’s beautiful.” He said, smiling proudly as you both continued to walk through the mall. (The mall that Hobie came to to steal and support the few small family businesses around)

(Idk bout malls where you guys r but the ones near me have tons of small businesses in them so)

“Alright, ready to go? You stayin’ tonight or nah?” He asked you, once you both had left.

“I would stay but my dads already suspicious of my so called friend. He started asking for phone numbers… so I can’t.”

“Nah, I get it. Your dads a real pain in the ass though.”

“I know.” You rested your head on his shoulder, you both sitting down on a bench. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Well, I guess you should be goin’ then?” He said after a while of silence, he checked the time.

“Yeah. I guess. I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully?” You asked, standing up. He nodded and stood up and you both walked to an empty alley.

You opened up a portal and looked at Hobie again. You kissed him for a while, and then turned back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you” you said, with a small smile, he smiled back.

“See you, love you.”

You went into the portal and suddenly you were in your room. You smiled to yourself and you took out the photo strip in your pocket.

“Y/n.” Miguel said, from the dark corners of your room. He emerged out of the shadows.

You jumped, yelling and dropping the photo.

“Papà! I wasn’t expecting you to be home so soon…” you said, nervously as he came closer.

“Where were you?” He crossed his arms.

“I was… out.”

“Where were you?” He asked again.

“I was out… I went out.” You shrugged, and picked up the photo, sitting on the bed.

“With Hobie?” He grabbed the photo that you were trying to hide, and pointed at the one of you kissing.

You sighed and held your head down.

“Quería decirte. I knew you would be mad-“

“You’re damn right I’m mad?! Why are you universe hopping for no reason, you know how dangerous that is. He pointed to you. “And you didn’t tell me about Hobie?!”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumbled, he sighed and sat down next to you. He put the photo down.

“Hobies just a pain in my ass is all. I just think that he’s… a bad influence.”

“He’s not a bad influence. He’s nice, and he’s sweet when you get to know him. Promise. And I’m sorry about the universe hopping.”

“Its- you know why I’m mad, don’t you?”

You shrugged.

“Because I love you. I care about you.” He said, looking at you.

“You look so much like your mom you know?” He laughed quietly and so did you. “Your hair and eyes..” he shook his head, standing up.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said, leaving the room.

Then, when you closed your eyes, and laid down, a portal opened up next to you.

“I was waiting for you.” You said when he laid down next to you.

“Aren’t you always?”

“No. Don’t be so cocky. My dads here too, and he knows-“

“Oh fuck, seriously? He’s gonna make my life a livin’ hell-“

“I swear to god, Y/N O’HARA!” You heard him yell, you pushed hobie down to go under the bed, which he did.

You yawned and stretched.

“What’s up dad? You woke me up-“

He narrowed his eyes, looking around the room. He huffed and quickly went back to his room.

“Coast clear?”

“Yeah…” you said, and helped him back up into your bed.

“That was close.” You both laughed.

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#hobie brown x you #hobie brown x afro!latina reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown fluff

[mayhore]

Something will be out soon my loves👾

#pedro pascal #javier peña #javier pena x reader #afro latina

[felucians]

Hobie x Afro-mexicana!reader who's aesthetic is Mexicore

(Mexicore: The combination of Indigenous Latine/Mexican culture and alternative/scenemo/goth subcultures - created by Pierce The Veil - example of the fashion from @zamber_lamber on TikTok pictured as I am unable to find any afromexican examples online)

#woc #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #x woc!reader #x reader #x reader ideas #story concept #afro-latina #afro-latine #black!latina!reader #black!reader #mexicore #latina!reader #indigenous!reader #afroindigenous!reader #afro-indigenous #across the spider verse #atsv

[rafesbabygirl]

rafe and his afro latina girlfriend

#rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x latina!gf #rafe cameron moodboard #outer banks moodboard #rafe cameron x afro latina!gf #afro latina!reader

[itsbecomeblue]

'bout me ꩜ ⋆° ✮

hiii it's @ellieschair! my name's sofia and i'm 18. i'm black brazilian, born in brazil and i've been living in portugal since i was 10 <<33. i'm a lesbian!

i'm a senior in hs, in the languages n humanities course, i plan on majoring in modern languages in college (english and german).

i kinda put some things i like on the collage up there.

my current favorite song is "the perfect pair" by beabadoobee, but my favorite music artist overall is frank ocean

my favorite movies are coraline, alice in wonderland '51 and the perks of being an wallflower.

i love coffee and fruit to a crazy extent, my favorite animals are different bugs and different fish.

i'm v much the worst at videogames but i love watching ppl play (gameplays are so cool, tryna get into life is strange).

alsoooo not important at all but i've worn the same type of converse since i was 13.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #black writblr #latina #afro latina #send me asks #feel free to dm

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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reader has some resentment from basically being ditched from steve, around the time when they just started freshmen year, which steve is completely oblivious about and has no idea of doing that. which makes him confused and he tries to apologizes to reader abt it haha ,, season 5 concept maybe- reader helps stevie with some problems and tags along with the squad to help kill vecna 😼

genre// angst hurt/comfort(?)

reader is also um….afro latina bc i said so haha (i love morenas ong….)))

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steve harrington. king steve is what most of the high school jerks would call him. practically kissing his ass just because of how much of a cool dude he is for being a total dick. i have to say it but glamorizing big huge dicks like steve sure was the fun of all things

steve harrington and (y/n) (l/n) we’re and unluckily pair. never to be seen before in highschool. because no one knew. even steve the “hair” harrington forgot about it.

middle school was where the two of you were a pair that couldn’t ever be separated. no matter what happened, it was unlike you two to be torn apart. steve would always treat me like a friend. someone that he could talk to and vent about his parents to. i of course listened, because it’s what he would’ve done for me. middle school was where our problems slowly started.

to be fair—i’ve always loved steve. yes. the beautify dark skinned girl from the quiet town set in no-where in indiana. was inlove. with the popular cool rich kid steve harrington. every single girl that would pass by the pair in middle school would always talk badly about them.

“why is steve with her? i bet she smells terrible.”

“she’s so hairy on her arms.”

“i bet she’s only friends with him for his money.”

those were the things kids in hawkins middle school would say about you two. but steve didn’t care, and neither did you. you were too busy focusing on what type of activities you’d both do after school.

my parents loved steve. maybe more then me at some point. steve really preferred coming over your house because of how much your mother would spoil him. telling him to eat nearly the entire dinner when he was so close to throwing up.

steve’s parents however. they didn’t really like me that much. and i’m not surprised. it’s the 80s what more could they expect. brown girls weren’t really common in indiana. you’d be lucky to even be in a neighborhood full of good people.

some nights you’d stay and sleepover at steve’s house. his parents trusted him to that extent. but his father was still concerned about what you might do.

one night. you heard steve’s father whispering about you to steve’s mom. the door to steve’s room was open just a little. a small crack of light entering the dark room. steve had a bunkbed and called dips on the top bunk before you could make a choice. but you didn’t mind, it beats sleeping on the floor like most sleepovers you’ve had.

as you rest, you over hear the conversation his parents share about you.

“steve is going to get himself mixed with those people. he’s already friends with one of them. i bet she’s doing this for money..or..or drugs!” his father said in a hushed tone

“don’t say that now. she’s a good girl. and she treats our stevie so well. why would she do that.”

“i can tell the way she looks around the house. it’s almost like she’s planning something. have you seen the news, honey? those damn colombians and mexicans…”

“that’s enough out of you. she’s a child! and our son has trust in her. so trust the decision our son makes.”

his mother finished and it got quiet for a moment before the light shut off. you could only stay and think about the things they said. it’s nothing you haven’t heard of before. but it was a different pain. it made you overthink, and maybe it was best that this should be your last time sleeping here every again. you’re clearly not welcome. that was the longest you’ve stayed crying in bed.

as soon as you both finished middle school and started your freshmen year. the two of you began to lose touch. of one another.

“steve! where were you? i thought we were gonna go watch superman together.”

steve shut his locker and turned to look at you. he looked like shit. he definitely went to some party and got drunk.

“huh? superman huh. shit- i-i forgot. something came up and my friends wanted to like.. hang out.”

“but. you were the on that planned the whole hang out? ..and you chickened out on your own plan?”

“well i’m sorry. i had better stuff to do.”

“better stuff to do? wow. i see how it is. i bet that better stuff was getting your knob wet.”

you began walking away. unbelievable. was all you could think of. steve grabs your arm and stops you from walking away from the situation.

“hey hey. that’s not what happened. we just- drank is all—no girls.”

“no girls my ass. we’re they pretty at least? i bet they were the perfect things you’ve ever seen, huh.”

“what the hells your problem? look, just because i hang out with different people, doesn’t make it the end of the world, alright? i’m still friends with you.”

“are you really? or are you starting to catch on to the things your “pals” are saying about me.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i see the way you look at me. you look at me with disgust. it’s different now, it’s like you can’t stand being associated with me.”

he shook his head and rested both his hand on his forehead and let out a deep breath.

“and what if thats what it was about? what if they’re right. what if you are just a druggie from out of town trying to get close to me just to take my money?”

everyone was watching all of this unfold, whispering and gossiping about you. you couldn’t believe him. the only real friend you ever had said these things about you. and you trusted him. all your life. for it to only mean nothing.

“you know what. i thought you were different from the racist assholes in this town. clearly i’m wrong. you’re the same as them. and to think.. that you actually cared about me. to think steve would see me the same way he sees any other “normal” girl.”

you stayed strong. trying your best to stay strong and have that small self respect keep you alive. steve had nothing to say. there was nothing to say. and from that day on. the two of you haven’t said a thing. you wouldn’t even bat an eye. even when you’ve reached your junior year. steve looks at you with regret, not knowing what else to say to you when he sees you. you don’t care. at least you pretend you don’t care, but inside you miss that same boy.

you missed that boy that would wait after school to walk you home after getting extra work done in your class. you missed that boy that would stick up for you and take a few punches for you. you missed that boy that would share his lunch with you when you brought nothing. you missed steve harrington.

(present time now ^_^ !)

steve needed your help. you were a genius. of course he needed your help. but you were really doing this for the cute weird kids of hawkins.

“so everything you’ve faced against was in dnd?”

“yeah! kind of..” dustin finished

“well.. why don’t you try to think of what might happen next? didn’t nancy say a big red monster was gonna attack hawkins or something?”

“yeah.” the boys said in unison.

“so why don’t you research on your dnd thing and maybe plan ahead, this game clearly has a relation to all the shit you’ve been facing. it only makes sense. you just need a head start.”

after you finished. everyone seem to have caught on and began scrambling through your entire nerd collection. the only one that couldn’t seem to be looking for clues and relations to this thing was no other then.. steve.

he took this chance to speak to you in private. whispering to you and asking to talk to you in a more.. quiet place.

you shut the door to your room quietly and stand against the hallway wall and glared at him while looks at you with those soft brown eyes.

“so what’s up?”

“look (y/n), i wanna say. thank you. thank you for helping us. even if it isn’t major- it seems to be getting us through it, especially during this time—“

“—no problem. is there anything else you wanna say?”

he took a deep breath and moved a strand of hair from his face aside.

“i did some pretty cruel shit to you in our freshman year. i put gum in your hair. i called you names which were just awful. i was really immature. but after some maturing, i realized how awful i was. and how bad i treated you which you didn’t deserve since everything about you was never true. we’ve been through so much before, and i don’t ever want to put you through that again. and i’m sorry.”

“i appreciate the apology, stevie. just one thing, i don’t forgive you.”

“but i said i was sorry?”

“yeah, and i don’t forgive you. people can change and stuff but, you can’t change the pain that was left there. you don’t understand betrayal and heart break. because that never happened to you, because you had friends. and i didn’t.”

“that’s the thing- i understand you now because i’ve been through the same thing too.”

“no! you don’t understand. you don’t know what it’s like to have loved someone secretly. to only have your heart and soul be stabbed and lied to.”

you realized what you said and quickly stopped talking and looked away, trying to cover your face.

“wait wait wait. you- you love me? all this time?”

“no. i don’t. i shouldn’t. you don’t deserve to be loved by me, what you did to me is unforgivable. and i hate you for it.”

he tries holding you, stoping you from cowering away from him.

“that’s okay if you hate me. i’d hate me too if i that happened to me. but, i’m sorry. i really am. but i’ve struggled trying to find what i wanted. to maybe look to other girls that could fit that piece that i wanted. to realize, you’re all i ever wanted. all i could ever need.”

you were flabbergasted, you really were. you couldn’t help but realize your tears were running over your cheek, and down your chin.

“i always loved playing mommy and daddy when we were kids. it always felt like..like the real feeling. the feeling i’ve always dreamed of having. but it’s stupid. it’s stupid knowing that i couldn’t have that. it was stupid of me for thinking i could ever have a chance with someone, knowing that i was different and not..perfect.”

“(y/n). you being yourself is what’s perfect to me. you opening up to me right now is just- wow. i never thought you’d have it in you. don’t think i’d ever leave you because i- i wanna stay. i’m gonna stay with you.”

“you’re not- you’re not gonna leave me? you don’t think i look different?”

“you look perfect. just as perfect as the day i lost you.”

you were crying. your inner child is resting easy now. being held against steve- your first love, was all you could ask for.

his lips kissed the top of your head, holding you tightly against his chest, the only thing you could hear was his soft breathing and heart beating. everything was perfect. your body fit so well against his.. it’s almost as if. you were made for him, as he was made for you.

it may have been the end of the world maybe but, you’re happy to at least have short moments sharing it with steve harrington. you felt distracted, but it was a good distraction. right now you didn’t have a care in the world of what people might think of you. or what people might think of the two of you.

(edit: changed the song to this bc it just fit hehe..)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #afro latina reader #stranger things #stranger things scenarios #stranger things s5 #steve harrington angst #friends to more #Spotify

[lagataprrr]

Okay so I made Eddie in sims and I gave him a Afro latina plus size girlfriend (because why not) and I noticed he’s gained chub and muscle and I put him in a shirt that like lowkey glitches and turns into a tank top SO NOW I JUST SEE HIM WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES AND GIGGLING LIKE!!!

imagining real Eddie with more muscle/biceps walking around and showing them off is making me run LAPS

BESTIE SEND ME SCREENSHOTS OF THE SIMS OMG OMG!!!!

Also eddie deciding to show of more muscle, biceps, HE’S A COCKY LITTLE SHIT BECAUSE HE JUST KNOWS HOW MUCH IT AFFECTS YOU!

He’s purposely flaunting his shit, even if it is just to grab a mug for coffee. 🤨🤨🤨🤨

#eddiemunson #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #edward munson #plus size Afro Latina #eddie munson x female reader

[starsluver]

One thing I definitely need for the next scream movie is Chicano/a or latin role. And I know y'all are going to say 'what about Sam and Tara' they're half latina in the movie. Considering their mom is latina and theories that one of the side characters in the first scream movie is Tara's dad. But either way both of their dad's were white. (And the reason I'm saying this is I want Chad, Sam, Mindy or Ethan if he's alive 🥲 with a latin s/o) because even with bigger franchises like Harry Potter being both a book and movie franchise. HOW COME THERE'S NO LATINO CHARACTERS?!?!?! There's latinos in Europe that aren't Spanish. Yet I only see most of the harry Potter characters with Spanish s/o. SPANISH PEOPLE AREN'T LATINO, THEY ARE OUR COLONIZERS AND THE REASON MOST LATINOS SPEAK SPANISH

It's that simple to google it but still I feel like both media and the world of fan fiction are barely scratching the surface of latino rep. I also feel like white latinos says it's so hard to be latino 'put not look latino' even though they're treated better in both America the country and latin America. Brown and Black latinos are mostly treated the worst and when we have rep, the white latinos complain and say 'there's latinos with blue eyes' 'there's latinos with red hair' like we didn't notice from all the telenovelas that have European actors or white latino actors. Also the saying in Mexico and I think other latino countries which is 'the lighter ones are clean and the darker ones are dirty' or smth like that.

#afro latina!reader #chicana #chicano #mexican #puertorriqueña #domincanrepublic #cubana #nina ranting #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #ethan landry x latina!reader #chad meeks x latina!reader #mindy meeks x latina!reader

[milesluvbot]

the strength challenge

pairing: e!1610 miles morales x afro latina reader

summary: after scrolling mindlessly on tiktok, you insist on getting your boyfriend into doing another trend with you, not knowing it would end up a bit more intimate than expected.

warnings: fluff!!! + suggestive content

a/n: enjoy!! <33 i did use google translate so apologies for any bad spanish. + this vid was the inspo for the one shot:

guapa/guapo : pretty/handsome

reina/rey : queen/king

“Miles, please, let’s do it!” You suggest to Miles, a wide smile plastered on your face. Your head sprung up from his chest, forcing Miles to detach his fingers from your head full of coils, and now you were facing him with the best puppy eyes you could possibly make. You were both resting in his room for an hour or so, both scrolling through TikTok mindlessly, as your head laid on his chest and his arm was sprawled over your waist. You were content, but that feeling slowly dissipated as your boyfriend kept telling you the one word you hate the most; No.

“Nope, nah, no. And don’t give me those eyes.” He replies, a ghost of a smile present on his countenance. He lets out a sigh at your persistence, and readjusts himself on the bed so you were both facing each other. Unbeknownst to you, his reluctance to partake in this challenge was mainly so you wouldn't gain any suspicions about where his unnatural strength came from, as he wasn't ready for that conversation just yet.

“What eyes, guapo?” Now this was more than intentional. You knew flattery was the way into anyone's heart, and this was especially applicable to the boy in front of you. You see a small smirk grow on Miles’ face, making you feel all giddy inside. (That’s the impact his smile had on you.) You scoot from the other side of the bed and approach Miles with your eyes closed, in the hopes he’ll do what you want.

As hoped, he did what you wanted and pressed a kiss onto your glossed lips. Just as he was about to pull away, you place your hand upon his face and kiss deeper, taking him for surprise. You hum into the kiss, ensuring all your thoughts and pleads were communicated. You break apart from him, with his hand still planted on the side of your face. You flutter your lashes to seal the deal, glancing from his lips to his beautiful brown eyes.

“A’ight fine. Show me the thing.” He says enervated, entirely changing his approach after your kiss. You grin, celebrating your victory with a shrill squeal. You sit beside him, your head on his shoulder and his arm draped over yours. You show the TikTok, as you both see the couple attempt different moves to test their strength.

“Ahora puedes llevarme como la reina que soy.” (Now you can carry me like the queen that I am.) You state, booping the tip of Miles’ nose, making him shake his head and chuckle. 

“And I’m your rey? ¿Sí? ” He questions, tilting his head to the side, staring directly into you. You roll your eyes and you plan to ignore him but Miles insists on you vocally agreeing. He cups your face warmly, getting you to look at him. You burst into a fit of laughter, your head bobbing in his hands as you spread your contagious laugh. Miles starts to laugh too, after seeing you become overcome by giggling. 

Once you finally gain composure, you breathe out a response. “Yes! Yes, Miles you are. Now can we do the challenge?” Miles nods, as he tells you to pull up the video to decide which movies to recreate. You both decided on a push up and a hip thrust to begin with.

“I can’t even do a regular push up, what makes you think I can do one with you on my back? Are you trying to kill off your girl already?” You exclaim dramatically, regretting your decision to  suggest this. Miles smiles widely, clearly very excited. Too excited.

You get into the plank position, feet shoulder width apart and your head hung low. You tried to mentally prepare yourself, but nothing could prepare you for the weight that was literally put onto your shoulders. Your body hits his bedroom floor, absolutely failing at staying upright, let alone doing a press up.

“Miles! Chill!” You groan out (whilst smiling to yourself), rubbing the knees that collided against the floor.

“My bad. I’m sorry guapa.” He replies, giving you multiple pecks on your mouth and both kneecaps. You begin laughing to yourself at the sheer stupidity of the situation, and Miles follows suit. 

“Boy, don’t laugh too hard because I don’t think you’ll do that much better!” You comment, catching Miles' attention. His eyebrow raises at that comment, and a smile appears on his face once again.

“Bet. Get on top of me then.” He instructs and gets into position, as he fights down a laugh after realising how that sounds.

“Not like that-”

“Honestly, I don’t mind either way.” You state nonchalantly, making Miles get all bashful and awkward. A side of him that you’ve always loved.

You climb onto Miles, putting all of your weight onto him. You even cross your legs on his back and you still couldn’t detect any falters in strength or a little wobble. He presses down into the ground and comes back up to his original position with ease, multiple times. You furrow your eyebrows, thinking this can’t be the same scrawny boy you fell in love with. You hop off his back, and he jumps up, brushing his hands off. You furrow your eyebrow as bewilderment is plastered all over your face.

“Wh-”

“Gym!” He blurts out quickly. Miles clears his voice, regaining his cool. “Gym. Been going for a couple months, been meaning to tell you.” He answers, a quivering smirk present on his face. You mouth out an ‘okay’ and move onto the next movement, the hip thrust.

Miles offers to go first, still feeling slightly guilty for your little knee incident. He sits back down on the floor, resting his back against his bed frame. You realise this pose is a bit more intimate than a push up and you shyly smile to yourself. You sit down on Miles’ lap, suddenly getting in extremely close proximity to Miles. Your breath flutters against his lashes and you can practically see every speck on his face, from his chestnut irises to the pattern of his eyebrow hairs. You wrap your hands behind his neck as his hands are carefully placed on your waist, his fingers tapping into your skin out of habit.

“Well don’t forget the challenge now, Morales.” 

His eyes were focused on everywhere but your eyes, avoiding eye contact with you as if it’s the plague. You laugh to yourself quietly. Miles finally completes the hip thrust, lifting you up and putting you down with such ease and stability. None of you move. Your heads inch closer, ghosting each other's lips.

“Y/N, I-”

Before you know it, the door to Miles’ room whips open, revealing Mrs. Morales standing there with a laundry basket full of clothes.

“Miles, I thought I told you to leave this door-”

You and Miles look up, jaws wide open at this surprise appearance, wincing in embarrassment. You understand how this looks to Rio, seeing her son underneath his girlfriend as she straddles him. It looks that way, but it truly isn’t. You think. You quickly get up from Miles, and shift away from him as much as you possibly could. The levels of embarrassment squashes you whole, wishing for yourself to be anywhere but here. 

“-open. This door is supposed to be open.” Rio says after giving Miles an extremely stern look. 

“It's not-”

“I’m so so sor-”

“Just come and eat, Miles. Y/N, are you staying for dinner?” Rio questions, pinching her nose bridge in annoyance. You could practically hear the lecture Miles was about to get. And as for yourself, you’re lucky that you’re her favourite, or else this would’ve ended very differently.

“No it’s okay, thank you. I need to head home anyway. Thanks.” You respond quickly, not trying to stay any longer in the tense atmosphere. You quickly grab the stuff that was within arms reach and exit Miles room.

“Bye, Miles.” You say flurried, before giving an extremely ‘I’m so sorry about everything’ glance to Rio.  She nods in approval, before crossing her arms and facing her son.

Miles was dead.

#miles morales #atsv x reader #atsv #miles morales x y/n #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales imagine #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales fluff #miles morales smut #across the spiderverse

[finalgirlfae]

Can you write something where reader meets Mile’s parents for the first time as his gf?And they get along well:,))

meeting the parents, miles morales

genre: fluff

pairings: miles morales x fem reader

summary: you meet miles’ parents as his official girlfriend for the first time

notes: in my head the reader is afro latina like miles, and also my spanish is rough so bare with me for a second. also since people love to argue with me; before y'all start yes i know what the song is about🤗

“MILES i’m shitting bricks right now i’m so nervous.” you spoke to your boyfriend over facetime. two and a half months on a random new york city rooftop while the sun set, miles had asked you to be his girlfriend- officially. the two of you had been talking for about two months before he asked and now it was time for inevitable turning point in every relationship; meeting the parents.

you should be happy you made it this far! guys suck, but guys in new york city? they sucked even worse. so to meet a great guy who really liked you and wanted to introduce you to his parents was a major win. but there was a feeling eating at you, one that terrified you. what if his parents didn’t like you?

“what if i call platainos plantain and she tells me to get out of her house? i’m so scared-”

“baby, baby,” miles spoke from the phone on your dresser. you could hear the bustle of city traffic around him. “tómalo con calma mami, okay? you gotta relax.”

“tómalo con calma” you mimicked, “miles how can you tell me to take it easy? this is literally more stressful than our chem test last week.”

you heard miles wince over the phone. “you’re that nervous? yikes.”

you ran over to your phone and picked it up in panic. “what do you mean yikes??”

“nothing. look i’m outside, buzz me in.”

you sighed and walked out of your room to the living space, pressing the buzzer to open the door. miles would be up here in a minute and then you’d be on your way to meet his parents. his mom was making lunch for everyone.

you moved over to the mirror in your living room and gave yourself a good look, you didn’t want a single hair out of place when you met them. it was a warmer summer afternoon with the sun high in the sky, not a single cloud was in sight. to compensate the hot weather, you wore a faded green tank top with butterflies decorated on it with a clear quartz crystal necklace and denim skirt. your hair was in a ponytail, coils bunched tightly together and edges laid perfectly. you went over to the kitchen, opening the fridge door and getting the small bouquet of flowers you had bought for miles’ mom. they were pink and yellow tulips; her favorite according to miles.

when the door bell run you walked over, opening it to reveal your boyfriend. “hey baby.” he spoke, stepping into the apartment.

“hello my love.” you wrapped an arm around his waist, bringing the boy closer to you and leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a soft kiss. he smiled down at you, wrapping arms around your body and bringing you into another kiss. when you both pulled away he looked you up and down. “you look beautiful baby, those for me?” he joked, pointing at the flowers.

“thank you but no.” you gave him the flowers to hold and slipped on some air force ones, “these are for your mom.”

he gave you a big smile, kissing your temple. “that’s so sweet! very thoughtful, baby. she’s gonna love them- and you, let’s go.”

you couldn’t even respond before miles hand was wrapped around your wrist, tugging you wearily out of your new york city apartment. he barely gave you enough time to grab your purse before you two were walking down the street to the 2 train. five stops later you were walking out the station and to his apartment building.

“miles i’m scared.” you grimaced as you made your way into the elevator. he held your hand, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. “there is nothing to be afraid of mi querida.”

“qué pasa si a ellas no les gusto?”

miles only sighed at your question. “ellos van a. even on the impossible chance they don’t it wouldn’t matter to me, i like you.”

a small smile spread on your face. “you know you’re so corny right? you got no game.” you laughed as the elevator dinged and the door opened.

“yeah but i still pulled you didn’t i?” he asked, smirking to himself and holding your hand as you walked down to his apartment. your heart was beating out of your chest.

“aye aye,” miles turned to you. fuck, you forgot he could hear things like that. “mi amor, estará ben. breathe, okay? they’re just people.”

“yeah cariño but they’re your people. it’s important to me how this lunch goes.”

he smiled and kissed your cheek. “me too. let’s go.” miles used the hand that wasn’t in your to find his keys. he unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. immediately your nose was hit with the smell of delicious food. there was music playing from the stereo under the tv, a song you recognized.

"mom, dad! estamos en casa!" he called out as he stepped out of his shoes. you did the same and hung your purse on a coat hook before taking the flowers from miles, he had held them on the way over.

a few seconds later his parents walked into the living room. miles nudged you and you walked over to meet them. "mom, dad, this is my girlfriend. y/n."

"hello." you smiled. "it's nice to meet you lieutenant and mrs morales." you shook his dad's hand before turning to his mom. "mrs. morales, these are for you." you handed her the bouquet and watched the smile spread on her face as she took them. she brought you into a hug, "it's nice to meet you too sweetheart, i've heard a lot about you."

when you two pulled away from the hug you could almost feel miles' smile, he knew that she'd like you. “y/n why don’t you sit down and miles you come help me bring the food out.”

“i can help you, ma’am."

she looked at you for a second before nodding. "thank you! the kitchen's that way." she pointed. you nodded and began walking. rio turned to look at miles, mouthing "she's very pretty" before following you into the kitchen. when you were both there miles and his father walked to set the table.

"so.." miles began. "what do you think?"

"i'm happy she's not white." his dad laughed, smacking his arm and making miles give him a face. he knew he was talking about his past situationship type thing with gwen. "come on dad seriously, what do you think of her?"

his dad placed down four glasses. "i think she's very nice, very pretty and well mannered. nice job."

you and rio walked back into the kitchen, both holding pots and pans.

"what did you make mami?" miles asked, pulling out a chair for you. when you sat down he smiled and pushed it in before sitting next to you. across from you two were his parents.

"i made mofongo, arroz con gandules, alcapurrias and some tostones. oh, and for dessert i made some quesitos."

"i love quesitos!" you exclaimed. she smiled at you. "i know, miles told me. you're panamanian, right?" she asked, sitting across from you and beginning to serve you some mofongo.

you nodded, thanking her and placing a napkin on your lap. "yeah, on my dad's side."

"what does your dad do?" lieutenant morales asked as he began to eat.

"he used to work nypd but he retired a few years ago, 20 years."

his dad nodded, seeming impressed.

as you began to ease into their presence, you eased into the conversation as well. everything felt so natural and soon all your fears were alleviated. miles parents were really nice and also funny as hell. besides that they were genuinely good people and you could understand why miles turned out to be the wonderful person he is. he had great role models.

as the meal winded down miles mom brought out two dozen fresh baked quesitos with powdered sugar on top. "careful." she said to you. "you might have to fight miles for them. his appetite has been insatiable lately."

you and miles both looked at each other, stifling laughter. just as you were about to respond the stereo distracted you.

un matrimonio africano esclavos de un el les daba muy mal trato

ya su negra le pegó español

"oh my god." you spoke standing up. all three of them looked at you. "what?"

el les daba muy mal trato y a su negra le pegó

"me encanta esta canción!" you grabbed miles' hands and pulled him into the living room.

y fue allí, se reveló el negro guapo tomó venganza por su amor yaún se escucha en la verja no le pegue a mi negra

as the music played, you and miles began to salsa dance around the living room. "you know for a superhero who's thing is being acrobatic, you're a surprisingly bad dancer." you teased, making sure to whisper.

no le pegue a la negra no le pegue a la negra

oye man no le pegue a la negra

miles sucked his teeth, "my thing is webs."

you gigled, "i bet you shoot them out your trasero."

"man shut up." miles laughed, grabbing your hands and doing a roomba as he spun you, "see," he asked, hands going back to your waist, "i ain't too bad."

lleva la cadena lleva la cadena

"you stole that move from me!" his dad exclaimed, pulling rio in by her waist and beginning to dance beside you two. the rest of the night was filled with dancing, laughter and conversation. it's safe to say miles' parents liked you, and that'd you'd be welcome for many more meals at the morales house.

#fluff #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales #request #faes requests #across the spiderverse

[moralesluvr]

hii 💗, i had a request/suggestion, but basically what if the reader (fem!afro-latina.) was a real hothead , had anger issues allat good stuff , really just gets annoyed or mad over the smallest things and she sometimes just lashes out in spanish, what would e42 miles do?

earth 42! miles morales ft. a hothead gf

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x hothead!afrolatina!fem!reader ♡ summary: how your bf reacts when you get mad, lash out, etc. ♡ warnings: cussing in spanish, miles just happy to be here fr, i think thats it? ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

miles honestly didn't figure out that you had anger issues like you did until you went out on a date and they gave you the wrong order

you were tight, because you had already waited an exceptionally long time to even get the food + the order was wrong? all your patience literally had been lost along with the meal that you were supposed to have

"puta madre...we ordered that shit like an hour ago!"

"ay, mami, cálmate," miles would tell you, soothing you with a rub to your back or a kiss to your lips, "'s aight, we can go somewhere else if you not feelin' this place."

he def knows how to calm you down. sometimes you'll get mad at him for doing or not doing things but he has to remind you that you really ain't wearin the pants lmao. sometimes it ends up in arguments but he knows that you can't control it and that you only mean well

"miles, tú idiota! limpiar este lío en este momento!" (miles, you idiot! come clean up this mess right now!)

¿con quién hablas así? fix that attitude." (who you talking to like that?)

he can always tell when you're about to go off or lash out, so he always tries to stop you if your anger becomes unhealthy. in public, though, he finds it funny when you curse or express your anger in spanish because usually no one can understand it but him

def def def kisses you to make you be quiet. you're talking/rambling too much? he kisses you to make you 'hush that filthy mouth' (his words not mine!)

he can always count on you to tell someone off if needed though. he likes when you stand up for yourself but if you go too far he'll definitely speak to you about it in private

"mami, you know damn well what you said wasn't right. now go apologize"

and u just slither off all grumpy and go apologize (even tho u probably dont mean it!)

he lets you take all your stress out on him, because he can handle it, and you find it relieving. sometimes he'll settle you down with a smoke or he'll let you literally scream at him bc he's unfazed anyways, you could never hurt his feelings

"you piece of shit." "yeah, princess, that's right-- let it all out."

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