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thatesqcrush · 1 year

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These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends, Ch.2

Mafia!Barba x f! reader

AN: A prequel - how it all began.

WC: 2.7K

CW: language, violence (physical assault, gun violence, attempted rape)

one year earlier

“Your big bad wolf was here earlier. And he sat in your section. Took his order to-go when he learned you weren’t in.”

You paused from where you were marrying the ketchups. You knew exactly who your colleague Allie meant and your heart began to quicken.

A man so handsome, that it bordered on obscene. He was older than you with salt and pepper hair and green eyes that made your eyes burn. He was always in three piece suits and carried a black shiny briefcase.

The diner you worked at was a low-key, come-as-you-are spot with burgers, ice cream, endless coffee and donuts. You wore a classic waitress uniform: a pink checkered dress, a white apron, a white collar, and short sleeves with peaked white trim. Your skirt was short, but not dangerously so.

It was late, you had picked up a double shift as you needed the extra funds. Bills came every 30 days like clockwork.

This particular gentleman came in a few times per week. He always ordered the same thing - a carafe of coffee and a varied pastry. He would stay for an hour or two, furiously writing in a yellow legal pad and constantly checking his two phones. From what you were able to glean from brief moments of interaction, you knew he was a prosecutor.

He always sat in your section. And always left a generous tip.

You turned to your Allie. “Yeah, well I switched shifts so Flor could go to her kid’s recital. How would he know?”

“Watch him come back.”

“So you’re saying he’s a stalker?”

“Girl, if my stalker looked like that, I would gladly let him murder me in more ways than one,” Allie teased.

You gave her a pointed look and then took a deep breath before walking over to grab a coffee pot to re-fill customers cups.

The rest of the shift was slow, which you weren’t accustomed to. You weren’t surprised, given the cold, wet weather outside. It was the perfect weather for staying inside, in bed, and under a thick blanket watching movies or reading. There were two remaining customers, an elderly couple, and they weren’t even in your section. You leaned back against the wall by the service window and watched people passing by outside. You heard a rumble of thunder followed by a flash of light, indicating a passing storm was soon to appear. You sighed and turned your attention back to the elderly couple. They were adorable and sweet, you thought to yourself as they held hands across the table.

You were single and while not desperate, your battery operated boyfriend was taking a beating. Your last romantic relationship was with someone who was a big, dull dud.

On more than occasion, you played with Mr. Prosecutor in your fantasies. You wondered what it would be like to kiss those soft lips, feel his strong arms around you, to run your hands through his salt and pepper hair.

After the elderly couple had left, some thirty minutes later, you decided to wipe down the tables. You leaned over to grab the tip the elderly couple left when you heard the jingle of the bell above the door ring.

You turned around to greet the person when you realized it was him. His eyes met yours. His gaze was intense, almost hungry and a muscle flexed in his jaw. He wore a grey peacoat over a thin pinstriped suit. With his beard, he really did appear as if he were a big bad wolf.

He didn’t say anything but just gave a small nod. You felt yourself flush, a heat creeping up to your face.

You heard Allie’s bright, cheerful voice, greeting him and bringing him a menu. “Y/N will be right with you.”

You brought the dishrag back up to the counter watching Allie come back with a knowing smile on her face. Your eyes darted back and inwardly groaned at him rolling up his sleeves, showing off well defined forearms. His shirt fit him well, with suspenders that you wanted to snap back. He had a smidge of tummy that you wanted to sink your teeth into.

“Go get him Little Red Riding Hood,” your coworker, Allie teased before thrusting your checkpad into your chest.

You walked over, feeling your heart thudding loudly in your chest. You felt as if you were walking through molasses but also walking too fast if that were even possible.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had butterflies like this.

“You’re here late,” you remarked. Mr. Big bad wolf looked up at you, a cocky smile on his face. His green eyes disarmed you.

“I’d say the same applies to you,” he replied.

“Covering for someone,” you found yourself explaining. “Not my usual shift. As you know.”

A thick brow arched in response. The corners of his lips twitched, threatening to smile.

“Um, so your usual? Coffee and…?”

“What do you recommend?”

You were taken aback by the question, not expecting it. “We have a banana cream and a cherry pie that are good…”

“What would you personally order?”

“Me? Oh, easy. The coconut macadamia nut cake. It’s heaven.”

“I’ll take a slice of that then, angel.”

You blushed once more, squeaking a ‘coming right up,’ before spinning on the balls of your feet.

You made your way to the pie carousel to grab the pie and then walked back to the kitchen to properly slice it.

You caught your reflection in the napkin holder and cringed. Inside your apron was your lipstick and you grabbed the tube quickly to fix your lips.

Allie came through the swinging door and cheered at the sight of you applying lipstick. “Yes Red, go get him!”

You rolled your eyes. “Nothing is going to happen. But some friendly flirting doesn’t hurt.” You grabbed the pie and made your way back out.

—

You placed the slice of cake down - a generous slice if you will, along with the coffee. “You’ve come here enough times that we haven’t been properly introduced.” You stuck your hand out and gave your name.

“Rafael Barba.”

When his hand met yours, you could have sworn something electric went through the both of you. You gave him a smile. “Nice to meet you Rafael.”

“Pleasure is all mine,” Rafael replied, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

You blushed again. “Okay, I’m going to get back to work.” You gave him a smile and an awkward wave before dashing back to behind the counter.

Other people began to arrive and before you knew it, it had become busy again. You were distracted - every time you’d take an order, you’d surreptitiously gaze at Rafael.

Eventually Rafael approached the cashier and settled his bill, leaving another generous tip for you. You noticed that this time he had left his business card. You pocketed it into your apron with a smile and finished your shift.

—

You walked to the subway, your feet aching. It was late, the streets were empty save a person here and there. There was a shortcut down through an alley that would connect you to the subway more quickly.

Someone grabbed you from behind and you screamed. A gloved hand covered your mouth and you felt the cold steel blade of a knife against the curve of your jaw. You struggled, trying to break free and you felt the blade start to press your skin.

Tears streamed down your face. Another person emerged from the shadows. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? She’s cute.” Your eyes darted to the knife in that person's hand.

The man holding you shoved you towards his partner.

“We’ll have our fun.”

You tried to break free again, this time stepping on your assailant's foot hard.

The man let out a yelp and then knocked you to the ground.

“You stupid bitch.”

Your knees scraped against the gravel and you let out a cry. You felt a kick to your ribs and you cried again. You tried to stand up to run, but you were grabbed again and slammed against the brick wall - hard.

Your head pounded and you felt warm wetness drip down the side of your face.

You braced yourself for the next blow or worse, but it never came.

From somewhere far away, you realized someone else had joined the soirée. There was scuffling and cursing. There was the sound of fists hitting flesh, followed by the awful crunch of bones breaking which was then followed by two gun shots.

Then it all fell quiet.

As your world faded to black, the last thing you heard was, “Amaro, I need something taken care of. No witnesses.”

—

When you came to, you realized you weren’t in your apartment. Instead you were in an apartment that appeared as something out of Architectural Digest.

The apartment was enormous. It was freakishly spotless too. There was a coffered ceiling and an informal living room, adorned with a fireplace. The apartment was a gorgeous blend of refined and eclectic old-world charm. The walls were chic, painted black and matching leather Italian chairs. It gave off a moody vibe.

You were laying propped on a brown leather sofa. You looked down and realized you were no longer in your waitress uniform, but an oversized, faded Harvard t-shirt. Your wrist and ribs were taped. You reached for your temple and felt something akin to stitches. Your body ached everywhere and you were thirsty.

“Where am I?” you wondered out loud.

Your lobo emerged, concern etched on his face. “Oh good, you’re up,” he replied softly.

“Rafael?” You looked at him confusedly. “What happened? Where am I? Where are my clothes? Who stitched me up?” As you continued your questioning, panic in your voice increased.

“Shh,” Rafael rushed, sitting by your side. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He looked at you earnestly. Your eyes searched his, your gut telling you he was speaking the truth.

“You were attacked by two men. They tried to rape you. But it stopped.”

You looked at his face more intently. A black eye was forming, there was a cut on his lip. And when you looked at his hands, the knuckles were scraped and bruised.

“I heard a gun,” you replied softly. “That was you, wasn’t it?”

Rafael’s face turned stony. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

You worried your lip, chewing it. You tried to sit up and you winced. Rafael helped you sit up more, covering you up with your blanket that came off a bit. You looked at your bare legs and frowned.

“Did you change my clothes?”

Rafael shook his head. “I have a nurse and doctor on call and they had to in order to treat you.”

“Why didn’t you just take me to the hospital?”

“The hospital didn’t need to know. I have more than capable staff. Besides, they were hear within 10 minutes whereas in the hospital, it would have taken longer and there would have been too many questions.”

“Why do I have the feeling you’re more than just a lawyer?”

Rafael chuckled quietly, his voice dropping a bit. “Something like that.”

“Where’s my stuff? I need my phone.”

“Right there on the chair. Your phone is on the side table, charging. Are you hungry?”

You nodded. “Actually, I am. More thirsty than anything.”

“Lucia is my chief of staff, and she’s already working with the chef to whip up some food.”

You blinked. ‘Who is this guy?’

“I need to use the facilities.”

Rafael nodded. “Let me help you up.” You took his hands and allowed him to help you. You felt another spark as you grabbed his hands and wondered again if he felt it too. ‘He had to, right? Why else am I here? The man murdered two men for me.’

Rafael directed you to the bathroom. Once inside you gave yourself a onceover. Your face was scraped up and bruised. You gingerly touched the stitches along your temple. You looked down at your bruised ribs and knees which were covered in road rash. You felt your eyes well up and you willed yourself to not cry at this moment, but the tears came anyway.

Once finished, you wandered down the hall, following the sound of voices. You rapped gently on the open French doors, and poked your head in. Rafael was drinking a lowball of something and an older woman was also drinking something. Delicious smells permeated the air and your stomach rumbled loudly.

Rafael looked at you. “Everything okay?”

“I was just um- hoping for some pants?”

The older woman clapped her hands together. “Don’t you worry. I’ll have something for you shortly. Meanwhile, sit. Food is almost done.”

You took a seat at the table and looked around. This masculine Madrid kitchen featured custom black lacquered cabinetry throughout, antique Windsor chairs surrounded a table set with china and fine linen napkins.

“I am sure you have questions,” Rafael replied.

You nodded. “I do, but I just want to say thank you right now. For saving me. For ki— handling those other men.”

–

By the time you changed and ate, it was near dawn. “Look, I am super grateful for everything, but I think I need to get back home. My cat needs to be fed and…”

Rafael shook his head. “You are in no condition to be out and about. You need to rest. How about I send someone to get some stuff for you and take care of your… pussy.” He smirked.

You gasped slightly at the double entendre. “No, no, I have imposed enough. You saved my life, committed murder on my behalf…”

“I… expedited their passing.”

“Who are you? I mean really, who are you!” You asked, panicking once more.

Rafael squared his shoulders. “I’m the Assistant District Attorney for Manhattan.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I have a feeling you’re more than that. You killed two people! The government frowns on that. And it's against the law.”

Rafael let out a deep breath. “I’m underboss to a specialized organization within the DA’s office.”

“So you’re a mobster?”

Rafael laughed darkly. “Something like that.”

“Are you keeping me here to later kill me? So I don’t go screaming to the cops?”

Rafael laughed again. “The cops aren’t going to do shit. The DA’s office runs Manhattan.” Rafael walked over to you.

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you cariño.” He traced your face with a finger. His eyes are unfathomably dark with hunger and lust. “So I’ll give you this choice - you can leave and you’ll never hear or see me again, or, stay a few days, rest and be taken care of for a change.”

You felt equal parts afraid and enticed. You wanted to leave, you wanted to stay.

You whimpered, and Rafael growled, crushing his lips against yours. Your head was spinning as he furiously sucked your bottom lip into his mouth before exploring your parted lips with his tongue.

I-I-I’m—I don’t—” Your thoughts were a mess. His hungry hands and mouth felt like they were going to devour you whole. He pulled back after a moment, disappointment clearly etched on his handsome face. You were panting, your eyes wide and lips swollen from Rafael’s kiss. You wanted him to stop touching you, but part of you felt like you might actually die if he stopped.

He sucked on your pulse point, eliciting a high pitched mewl from your throat. He palmed your breast through the soft material of the shirt you wore, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You felt a sinful gush of wetness between your thighs.

“I’ll tell you what, how about you just stay the night? You are in no condition to be out and about. The doctor said you were concussed. Get some rest, think on it and you can decide tomorrow.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your end of the bargain?” you asked, your arms crossed.

“Because,” Rafael began, his voice dangerous and low, “as much as the universe wants us together, if you want to leave, I’ll keep my promise. I always keep my promise.” He grabbed your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. But did you want this?

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

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mrprettywhenhecries · 1 month

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❝the wrong date❞ [s.h & e.m]

Steve Harrington ✘ Win Lewis (oc) & Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

❥ w.c. 5k words ❥ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, none really, flirting + kisses ❥ a/n. Cowritten with my love, @hawkinsglasscloset, for @theocxcanonweek’s Day Seven: Date Night. Part of Flor and I’s Stranger Timeline'verse, in which Win & Lydia are exchange students from England, staying with the Harringtons.

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Steve was in his room getting ready, he tried on three different shirts and two pairs of jeans, he spent at least twenty minutes getting his hair just right–it was his big chance to get out of this dating slump.

Meanwhile in the spare room at the Harrington house, the two exchange students from England were also getting ready. Lydia sat in front of the mirror perfecting her purple eyeliner that matched her pink eye shadow, which all matched her blue dress.

“You look gorgeous, Lyds,” Win said as she came to join her best friend at the vanity mirror, checking that her short blonde hair was bouncy enough and her lipstick was perfect.

“So do you, you’re gunna knock Eddie’s socks off,” Lydia said, grinning at Win’s reflection.

Back at his trailer, Eddie was slipping on his signature leather jacket and checking his breath before grabbing a stick of gum and his keys. He couldn’t believe the hot foreign exchange student had actually agreed to go out with him. Certainly she was out of his league, but she’d said yes, so he was glad he’d plucked up the courage to ask in the first place.

When he was finally ready, Steve knocked on their door. He looked down at his shoes, they gave him about an extra inch in height, which he'd need. He'd never been on a date with a girl quite as tall as Lydia–she was practically the same height as him and if she wore heels tonight, she’d be even taller.

Lydia rushed to the door and grinned when she opened it. "Hey, Steve, you look great!" she exclaimed, looking him up and down.

"You look gorgeous yourself," he replied, offering his arm.

Win’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of Steve past Lydia’s shoulder, his chestnut hair pushed back almost effortlessly, though she had a feeling he’d probably spent just as much time on it as she or Lydia had on theirs. He really did look good–he always looked good, but tonight he looked extra swoon-worthy.

The chime of the doorbell however, snapped her out of her thoughts and she hurried past Steve and Lydia to answer the door, figuring it was her date. Eddie stood awkwardly on the front stoop, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets as he rocked on his heels, straightening abruptly when she pulled the door open.

“Wow,” he breathed, his big brown eyes widening as his gaze settled on her and her little leather mini skirt. “Damn Win,” he exclaimed.

“Thanks,” she replied, laughing at his reaction.

"We should get going," Steve said, joining the others downstairs. "I can drive us."

Lydia smiled when she saw Eddie, she loved his hair and the way he dressed, those big brown eyes and that smile. He was just as handsome as Steve, just in a different way.

"Hey," she waved timidly while walking out to the car.

“Hey,” Eddie replied, offering Lyds a lopsided smile as he pulled open the back door of Steve’s car to get in. “You look really nice,” he murmured, clearing his throat awkwardly, hoping it wasn’t weird to compliment the girl that wasn’t his date.

"Thanks, you too," Lydia nearly whispered, feeling guilty for the blush that covered her cheeks. Steve waited so he could open the door for Win and Lydia before getting in the car. "Alright, everybody ready?" he asked, looking at both girls.

“Yep, all good,” Win replied, meeting Steve’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Hell yeah, I’m starving,” Eddie exclaimed, stretching his legs out as far as he could in the back seat.

"Next time I can cook something instead, we could all have a picnic in the basement," Lydia suggested.

"Yeah, sounds nice," Steve murmured, noticing Win in the mirror and smiling. He felt guilty for it, but she looked stunning and he couldn’t quite look away.

“That would be fun!” Win exclaimed, smiling back at Steve before quickly tearing her eyes away to focus on Eddie. “Lyds is an amazing cook,” she explained.

"Yeah, she's great. I bet you'll make a great housewife one day," Steve said, turning onto the main street through Hawkins.

"Well, I guess I could be, but I don't really want to be a housewife. I wanna be a musician," Lydia replied sheepishly.

“Wait, you’re a musician?” Eddie asked, sitting up straighter to look at her, his eyes lighting up excitedly.

"Mhmm, I play guitar, piano, drums, and I sing." Lydia turned in her seat with a grin. "The plan was to go to Julliard, but I’d rather be in a rock band instead."

"That sounds a little... risky," Steve pointed out. "But you should follow your dreams."

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Eddie exclaimed, sharing Lydia’s grin. “I’d love to see you play sometime.”

"We could jam, it would be awesome," Lydia suggested before quickly containing her enthusiasm, not wanting to make things awkward.

"Yeah, definitely," Eddie agreed, tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear.

Win’s lips twitched in amusement as she watched the way Eddie and Lydia talked to each other excitedly. “What about you, Steve, what are your plans?” she asked.

"Oh, I don't really know where I'm going yet, but I'm mostly saving up to get out of town. I think I'll just find a reliable job, college seems like a bit of a waste when you're not all that great at school," he explained with a shrug. "And you?"

Win hummed. "Sounds smart. Honestly, I'd like to travel a bit, and then who knows?" she said, feeling a little silly for not having a plan either yet.

Steve pulled up in front of the burger joint Eddie’d suggested. He would've preferred to take Lydia to Enzo's, but she did say she'd appreciate something more relaxed.

"It's alright, nobody has everything figured out completely. Now is the time to try new things," Steve said, flashing Win a smile over his shoulder as he put the car in park and killed the engine. Win couldn't help but feel a little comforted by Steve's words and she joined the others as they exited the car.

"After you, m’lady," Eddie exclaimed, giving a flourish as he held the restaurant door open for Win and the others.

The group ended up choosing a little booth in the corner, each of the couples taking seats facing each other while Lydia looked down at the menu.

"I used to come here all the time as a kid," Steve said, pushing his hair out of his face. "I think I'll have the meal I used to order back then."

"Yeah, what's that?" Win couldn't help but ask as she perused the menu herself. Eddie already knew exactly what he wanted and he set the menu aside, stretching as he took a long drink from his water glass, the condensation rolling down the side.

"A cheeseburger with bacon and cheese fries," Steve answered, his mouth watering just thinking about it.

"Oh, I think I'll have a cheeseburger with caramelized onions and I'll try these cheese fries," Lydia decided as she set the menu down, her eyes darting from Steve to Eddie and back to Steve.

Win noticed the movement of her friend’s gaze and hid her grin behind her menu as the waitress arrived to take their orders — Win ordering the mushroom swiss burger while Eddie asked for the double cheeseburger with extra sauce.

"So, how are you both settling in America?" Steve asked, totally oblivious to the obvious attraction unfolding in front of him.

"It's great! The town is small, but I saw a comic book store, that should be enough to keep me entertained," Lydia answered, taking a sip of her drink.

"Oh, you like comics? That's cool, I... I used to read Superman as a kid," Steve said, trying to sound knowledgeable about it.

“No way! You’re into comics?” Eddie exclaimed, perking up. “What do you read?”

Win huffed a soft laugh as she brought her own drink to her lips. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment from back home, but it’s not bad,” she answered Steve. “What do you like to do in your spare time?” she asked, figuring she’d let Eddie and Lyds geek out a bit.

"Everything really, but I really love Spiderman, Tales of the Teen Titans, I just finished Doctor Who's Star Beast and I loved it! Also Daredevil and X-Men," Lydia listed off excitedly. "What about you?"

“I’m a big fan of Spider-man as well. But lately I’ve been reading a lot of the Watchmen and Camelot 3000,” Eddie exclaimed, an awestruck grin tugging at his lips. “Who woulda thought they read comics in England,” he joked.

"Yeah we don't just drink tea, talk about the Queen, and watch BBC news," Lydia chuckled, straightening as the food arrived.

"I like to hang out with my friends, listen to music– Oh! My friend, Robin, has me watching a bunch of movies now that we started working at the video store. She said I need a lesson in the filmatic arts," Steve chuckled. "And you? What do you like to do?"

“Oh, yeah? I love movies. I’m kinda a horror film junkie,” Win admitted with a laugh, unconsciously leaning in closer. “But I also like writing music, sketching a little, and swimming. I noticed your family doesn’t seem to use your pool much,” she mused, enjoying the way Steve ran his fingers through his thick hair, pushing it out of his eyes almost distractedly.

"Oh… yeah, I haven’t really had much time to go swimming," Steve explained sheepishly, not even noticing the conversation going on next to him. "You’re free to use it anytime, but I think the lake is more interesting," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to the makeout point at Skull Rock.

“Rad,” Win breathed, barely able to pull her eyes from Steve’s face even when her plate was set in front of her. “I didn’t know there was a lake around here, that could be fun,” she mused.

Eddie seemed to finally realize that he’d been neglecting his date in favour of talking to Lydia and quickly jumped at the mention of the lake. “Oh yeah, Reefer Rick throws some major parties at his lake house,” he exclaimed, trying to pull Win’s attention back to him.

"Reefer Rick... sounds like a formidable gentleman," Lydia laughed.

"Do you like to swim, Lyds? Would you wanna go to the lake sometime too?" Steve asked, clearing his throat, reluctantly noticing he should be giving her more attention as well.

"I'm not a very good swimmer, but I wouldn’t mind dipping my feet in. We should go," she agreed before taking a bite of her burger.

"I do enjoy a good party," Win said with a grin before leaning forward to steal a cheese fry from Lydia’s plate. "Sounds like fun."

"My band, Corroded Coffin, usually plays there," Eddie boasted, picking up his burger and taking a large bite, quickly reaching for a napkin to catch the ketchup that rolled down his chin.

"It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party," Steve mused, wincing–it wasn't really his crowd, but he'd be willing to go if the girls wanted to.

"Really? You can't tell me King Steve is a stranger to parties," Eddie huffed, running his tongue along his lips to catch any extra sauce before licking his fingers clean, oblivious to the way Lydia was watching him, wishing she could clean him up.

"I love your band’s name, that’s totally awesome,” she gushed.

“I dunno if it’d be your scene though, we’re a metal band,” he explained, sopping up the extra ketchup from his plate with a french fry.

"And are you kidding me? I love metal, I’ve been listening to Ride the Lightning by Metallica all summer," she exclaimed. She was used to people assuming by looking at her that she was into pop music, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

"No shit?!" Eddie exclaimed, banging his hand excitedly on the table. "Can you get any more perfect?" he cried, suddenly realizing what he'd just said and flushing, his eyes darting nervously to Win, only to find her watching Lydia's date.

"Wait, King Steve?" Win asked, looking from Eddie to Steve.

"They used to call me that when I was in school," Steve murmured, shaking his head ruefully. "I was sort of popular for a while, but I retired the crown. I wasn't exactly the nicest guy back then," he admitted.

"Oh really? I’m glad we met you when we did, then," Win teased, bringing her straw to her lips, her eyes not leaving Steve's.

"Don't get me wrong, I still know how to party, I just party with different people now," Steve smiled, but his grin faltered when he heard Eddie’s exclamation.

"I... um... thank you," Lydia breathed, her face flushing hotly, mortified by the situation, but extremely flattered.

"Uh... yeah, sorry, I..." Eddie floundered, the tips of his ears turning red when he realized everyone was looking at him.

Win, however, couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like both you boys asked out the wrong girl," she said, finally voicing the thought that had been swirling in the back of her head since they'd come to pick them up.

"I sorta felt it, but I think Steve’s also really nice and really handsome," Lydia said, looking at him apologetically.

"Don't worry, I think you're beautiful and really sweet, but Win might be right," he agreed. "We seem to be more compatible with each others’ dates."

"Exactly," Win agreed, offering Eddie a soft smile. "Friends?" she asked, holding out her hand for him to shake.

"Friends," he replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Friends," Lydia repeated, giving Steve a quick hug.

"That means we should probably switch our seats huh?" Steve chuckled, grabbed his plate and getting up so Eddie could sit across from Lydia and he could move in front of Win.

"If that's cool with you, man," Eddie said, scooting over, a wide grin stretching his face. "So, where were we?" he asked, resting his chin in his hand as he gazed across the table at Lydia.

"You were telling me more about Corroded Coffin, you play guitar? I noticed the calluses on your fingers," Lydia pointed out, biting her lip softly.

"Yeah, I do! I'm lead guitarist. I've been obsessed with learning the solo from Metallica's Master of Puppets lately," he boasted, grabbing his soda and taking a long swig.

"That is so rad, I wanna learn too, you could show me sometime!" Lydia watched him with a dreamy look on her face.

"Hello, looks like we're on a date now," Steve chuckled as he sat down facing Win. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way."

"Thanks," Win replied, smiling to herself as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I hope you're okay with that."

"Of course! Oh my God, you have no idea! I couldn't be happier," Steve assured her earnestly. "I hope you're okay with this too?"

“Oh yeah, I’m very okay with it,” Win said, wetting her lips—a subtle attempt to draw his attention to her mouth.

“I’d love to introduce you to my baby,” Eddie exclaimed. “Uh, my guitar,” he clarified, taking another bite.

"My six string’s back in London, she's a beauty. A red Fender Stratocaster, I'd like you to meet her one day too," Lydia chuckled before licking the cheese from her fingers.

“I bet you two make a lovely pair,” Eddie grinned. “We really should jam sometime, I’ve got an extra guitar you could play,” he offered.

"I'd love that, just don't think you'll be able to impress me with those riffs that look hard but really aren't," Lydia teased, leaning over the table.

“I’m sure I’ve got some moves to impress you,” Eddie replied, waggling his eyebrows at Lydia beneath his messy dark bangs and she blushed furiously, giggling softly.

"You're horrible," she teased, covering her cheeks with her hands.

“Who, me?” Eddie gasped, placing his hand over his heart.

"Yeah you, mister!" Lydia laughed, poking his shoulder.

Steve's eyes were locked on Win’s lips, they looked so... tempting. "Uh, yeah, good, great!" He mumbled, a little distracted, and Win’s grin grew, her plan working.

“You okay there, Steve?” she teased, taking one of his fries.

"I'm fine," he yelped, clearing his throat. He hastily took the last bite of his burger to avoid saying something stupid before thinking about it, but he couldn't stop staring.

“Okay, just checking,” Win quipped, her foot rubbing against his leg under the table.

Steve's eyes grew and he looked down to make sure he wasn't going insane. "I... you wanna relax a little after dinner? The parking lot is usually empty, we could stargaze or something," he offered.

“That would be perfect, I love the night sky,” Win purred, using the pad of her finger to clean up the edge of her plate before sucking it clean.

"Nice, amazing," Steve breathed distractedly, placing the money on the table to pay for everyone before taking her hand and slipping from the booth.

It took Eddie a minute to realize Steve and Win had left. “Looks like it’s just me and you,” he chuckled. “Wanna go for a walk? I need to walk this burger off,” he joked, patting his stomach.

Lydia loved the way he talked, the way he joked, it was all so adorable to her. "Yeah, sounds perfect. You have a big appetite, I like that in a man."

Eddie offered her his arm as he pushed open the door. “Oh really?” he asked with a laugh. “Guess you’re in luck then,” he teased, ambling down the street with her next to him.

"Yeah, I cook a lot, so I like someone who can eat a lot. It makes me feel appreciated," Lydia laughed, taking Eddie’s arm. "I don't really like someone who restrains themselves, it feels forced and like you can't be yourself with me."

Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “I’d love to try your food sometime. I already feel so comfortable around you,” he admitted.

"Me too, it's like I've known you for ages," Lydia breathed, she felt like he came directly from her dreams of what a perfect man should be. "I don't want tonight to end."

Eddie’s heart sank remembering that eventually they’d have to part ways. “Me either,” he murmured. “But… maybe I can see you tomorrow?” he asked hesitantly.

"I'd like that," Lydia smiled. "I hope you're not disappointed about how things went tonight, I think you're the dreamiest bloke ever."

A goofy grin spread across his face at her words. “I’m not disappointed in the slightest. No offense to Win, but I think I really lucked out here,” he admitted.

"I did too." Lydia brushed his hair away from his face so she could get a better look and grinned. "I love your eyes, chocolate eyes..."

“They don’t hold a candle to yours,” Eddie breathed, leaning in slowly, his gaze falling from her eyes to her plush lips.

"You're so sweet," Lydia noticed where he was looking and leaned closer, slowly capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

Eddie grinned against her lips, his arms wending around her middle to pull her closer, not wanting her to pull away yet. Lydia parted her lips just a little, enjoying the sweet taste of soda on his tongue for a few more seconds. Once she stopped to breathe, she hid her face against his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Eddie asked, gaping at her as she pressed her face to his shoulder. "Was I that bad of a kisser?" he half joked.

"No, you were so great that I got flustered," Lydia giggled and pulled away to look at him. "And I didn't want you to see me all red."

“But you’re cute when you blush!” Eddie exclaimed, craning his head to get a better look, his fingers dancing over her sides.

"Eddie..." Lydia looked at him, her face burning with embarrassment. "I don't, I look silly."

"Nope, not at all," Eddie insisted, poking her cheek with his finger. "Definitely cute."

"Glad you think so, because it'll definitely happen again," Lydia took his hand and they kept walking away from the main street.

"I'm glad I have that effect on you," Eddie chuckled, threading his fingers with hers and swinging their hands as they walked. "Honestly, not the effect I usually have on the girls around here, so it's a nice change of pace," he admitted.

"They must be really stupid then, because you're super handsome and funny and cute," Lydia leaned into his side and kissed his cheek softly.

“Yeah well, who needs ‘em when I have you?” Eddie murmured, turning toward her as they walked, his lips brushing against her temple.

"Better for me, I won't need to worry about slags throwing themselves at you," Lydia laughed. "I can get quite jealous and nobody wants to see that."

“I think I’d kinda like to see that,” Eddie chuckled. “I like the idea of you gettin’ all huffy over me.”

"You ass... you'd be too smug if that happened," Lydia nudged him. "I'd have to make you jealous too if you made me jealous."

“Please don’t! I’m too fragile for that!” Eddie exclaimed dramatically, stopping her to drop to his knees before her. “I don’t think my heart could take it!”

"Oh stop it, stop that! It's making me wanna baby you and kiss you again," Lydia cried, pulling him into her arms.

“Aha! My plan worked,” Eddie exclaimed, flashing her a wink, though his heart dropped a little when the large Harrington house loomed around the street corner and he knew it was almost time to say goodnight.

"Hey, it's okay," Lydia noticed the look on his face. "You can pick me up earlier tomorrow and we can spend the day together if you want... we could play guitar and drop by the comic book store."

“Yeah, I like the sound of that,” Eddie breathed, pulling her tighter to his side. “We’ll make a day of it.” He smiled, admiring the way the moonlight shined on her face. “Can I kiss you goodnight?” he asked hesitantly as they stopped in front of the door.

Lydia nodded, pulling him in by the jacket and closing the distance between them. "Think about me as you fall asleep," she whispered against his lips.

“I don’t think there’s anything I could do to keep you off my mind,” Eddie admitted breathlessly, not wanting to let her go, already missing the feeling of her lips against his.

"We can pick up where we left off tomorrow," Lydia covered his cheeks in kisses. "Be careful on the way back."

“I will,” Eddie assured her, reluctantly letting her go and stepping back. “Good night Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he murmured, bowing with a flourish before heading to his van, saluting to Steve and Win as he went.

Win smiled, relishing the way Steve’s hand enveloped hers. “It got kinda chilly,” she murmured when they stepped outside, and she moved a little closer to his side for warmth.

"No problem, I got this," Steve took his jacket off and covered Win’s shoulders before leaning against the back of his car. "That better?"

“Very, thanks,” Win replied, pulling his jacket tighter around her, his lingering body heat and the scent of his cologne warming her. “What a gentleman,” she murmured, sidling up next to his side as she lifted her chin to look toward the star speckled heavens.

"I try," Steve chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her closer to his chest. The night was truly beautiful, but he could only look at her. "Your eyes look like water under the moonlight, it's so beautiful."

Win’s face flared and she was grateful for the darkness. “Are you always this charming, or am I special?” she breathed, itching to run her fingers through his hair.

"Hmmm I'd like to say both, but you're really special and I'm not as charming as I like to think I am," Steve grinned, happy his words were doing the trick for her.

“If I were so special, you’d have asked me out in the first place,” she teased, plucking at his shirt.

"You didn't seem interested," Steve answered honestly. "I was rejected so many times this summer, I thought I’d became an expert at recognizing when a girl isn't interested."

Win blinked at him. “I—“ she floundered for a moment. “I admit, I can come off a little aloof, but…” she cleared her throat, glancing away. “But I thought you were really cute the first time I saw you. I’m sorry I gave you the impression I wasn’t interested…” she murmured.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I could've asked, I was just worried... I mean Lydia is great, but you're the one I wanted to go out with," Steve admitted, turning to face her. "You are special, I should've tried."

“Well, let me assure you, I’m very interested, Steve Harrington,” she murmured, taking his face between her hands and raising up on her toes to press her lips softly to his.

Steve hummed, surprised at first, but then he relaxed and lost himself in that moment, hoping the kiss could go on forever. Win giggled softly as she kissed him back, the movements growing more sure, til she nipped playfully at his bottom lip before pulling back to gaze up at him, her cheeks thoroughly flushed.

"I don't know, I might be getting ahead of myself here... but I'd say you're interested?" Steve joked, a grin stretching across his face as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Now what gave you that impression?" Win countered playfully, grinning foolishly at him.

"Just a little hunch," Steve whispered in her ear and kissed her neck softly. "I hope you'll wanna go out again?"

Win hummed. “I dunno, I’ll have to check my schedule,” she teased, melting against him. “How about tomorrow? But maybe this time, just the two of us,” she whispered.

"Yeah, that would be nice, I know some places we can go. That lake swim sounds pretty good to me," Steve suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Win agreed. "And luckily you know just where to pick me up," she teased.

"I do, I just hope I get a goodnight kiss even though I'll be going inside as well," Steve joked.

"I think the odds are in your favour," Win said, fighting to urge to kiss him again right then. "Looks like Eddie and Lyds are walking home," she said, noticing their friends taking off down the street.

"Well, maybe we should get going too," Steve opened the car door for her. "I have a long night ahead of thinking about you."

“You keep talking like that and it’s gunna make it hard for me to stay in my own room,” Win said, smoothing her skirt over her thighs.

"I wouldn't complain, to be honest," Steve admitted. "I'll follow your pace, Win, whatever you feel okay doing is what we'll do."

“You really are the sweetest, aren’t you?” Win murmured, slipping her hand in his as he drove. She’d never taken anything slow before, but for once she thought it might be nice.

"You deserve it, you're the sweetest girl I've ever met," Steve held her hand while they made their way back to the Harrington house.

“Ever?” Win questioned with an arch of her brow.

"Ever," Steve repeated. "You might not show it at first, but it's true."

Win couldn’t help but smile to herself at the insistent look on his face. She noticed Eddie and Lydia’s dark shapes walking down the sidewalk as they passed them, pulling into the drive.

Steve sighed when he finally parked the car. He carefully tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled. "Tonight was great, I can't wait for tomorrow."

“Me too,” Win said, holding her breath, wanting to kiss him again, leaning forward subtly.

Steve didn't miss the opportunity and pressed his lips to hers, calmly at first but the kiss grew more heated with every second that passed.

“If we don’t go inside soon, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Win breathed, pressing her forehead to Steve’s, his hair falling against her cheek.

"You're making a very good case for staying in the car... but I wanna take it slow," Steve opened the door.

Win let out a sigh, but couldn’t be mad. She wanted to take it slow too. “Hey Lyds, have a nice walk back?” she asked as Steve opened the front door and they stepped inside.

Lydia waved Eddie goodbye and squealed in excitement. "I did! It was perfect! He's such a cutie and he's so relaxed and cool..."

"Looks like the switch worked perfectly then," Steve murmured.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Win said, grinning at how excited her friend was. "I can't wait to hear all about it, after I say goodnight to Steve," she said, hesitating in the hall.

"I wanna know all about your night as well," Lydia said, wearing a knowing grin as she crossed the hall to their bedroom. "I'll leave the two lovebirds alone," she teased.

"So... I guess this is goodnight," Steve murmured, kissed the back of Win’s hand as soon as Lydia disappeared inside.

"I guess so," Win murmured, smiling softly as his lips brushed her skin. "Thank you for the romantic evening," she said, grabbing Steve's sweater and pulling him closer for one last kiss. "Sweet dreams," she breathed, her eyes flicking up to his when she pulled back, biting her lip.

"Y-you too..." Steve mumbled, a little dizzy. "See you tomorrow, I'll pick you up at the same spot."

"See you then," she said, slipping his jacket off and handing it to him before slipping through the door to her and Lydia’s shared room and pressing her back against it, muffling a squeal with her hand. "He's so dreamy, I can't stand it," she exclaimed, finally turning to Lydia. "Thank you so much for trading dates," she laughed. "Now tell me all about your walk home!"

#oc x canon week #ocxcanonweek #steve harrington x oc #eddie munson x oc #steve harrington #eddie munson #oc: win lewis #oc: lydia bellamy #otp: lewington #otp: belmunson #stranger timeline'verse #collab

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newtabfics · 1 year

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Hassel x First Date

“I’m here to pick you up,” The man said somewhat shyly as he revealed the flowers. She smiled and tenderly picked them up only for her Jumpluff to latch onto them. “Ah, Hope, no!” He winced, watching her snuggle into the bouquet.

Y/N could only laugh at her partner and gently coaxed her away. “At least let us leave before you demolish them,” She teased. “Don’t mind her. She does this with every flower she sees.”

Her Yellow Florges glided over, humming happily as she handed them over. “Just make sure Hope doesn’t ruin them at least til tomorrow.”

“Flor,” The Pokemon chuckled at her trainer.

“You two behave, alright? I’ll be going now.” She followed the man out, smiling big as she looked up at him. She giggled at the saddened look on his face. “Hass, please don’t be sad.”

“I wanted you to enjoy them more.” He sighed as tears threatened to prickle at his eyes.

She hugged onto his arm, making him blush as he looked down at her. “Don’t fret. I’m a grass trainer. The fact that you brought flowers makes all of us happy.”

Hassel smiled and nodded. “I suppose it does come with the territory. Let’s go then. You said you haven’t been to Seafood Fresco, right? Their smoked filet is incredible!”

The dinner itself was uneventful, mostly just catching up with how busy they’d been with Y/N’s flower shop and Hassel’s classes, on top of the new student who recently challenged the league.

On the walk back, he blinked when she’d suddenly beamed up at him and asked, “Could we actually walk around outside of the city? The South Province is usually very beautiful on nights like this.”

“Oh? How would you know that?” She looked away nervously. “Have you been going out to get flowers at night?”

“Maybe.”

“Have you at least brought your partners along?” He teased, making her laugh as she nodded.

As he led her out, he didn’t expect the sudden gasp she let out before quickly grabbing her Pokeball. He looked over and smiled when he saw a pink Deerling minding its own business as it ate grass.

“I am going to catch it,” She whispered excitedly at him before crouching down and dipping into the grass to sneak up on it.

Hassel smiled as he watched her. This woman, who he only met because Brassius insisted that her flowers were the only ones good enough for preservation for art pieces, was astounding to him…and being targetted by a Scyther.

“Scy!” The Pokemon shouted as it jumped up as Y/N threw the Pokeball at the Deerling.

It was all too quick. “Use Icicle Crash, Baxcalibur!” Hassel ordered as he called out his partner.

The Scyther was quickly defeated as the Deerling was registered in Y/N’s RotomPhone. She cheered and snatched up the Pokeball, jumping happily before turning to Hassel. She blinked when she saw the twitching Scyther and Baxcalibur before blushing.

“Was…Was I about to be targeted?”

He nodded and started weeping with joy. “I’m s-so glab! You’re o-okay!” He sobbed, wiping his face.

Y/N smiled and patted Baxcalibur’s shoulder. “Thanks for the save,” She whispered to it. It huffed with a smirk as she approached the man. “Hass, look at me.”

He looked up, freezing when her lips met his. The kiss was sweet and slow, enough to calm his sobs as he cupped her face. “Thank you, my brave knight.”

He snorted a laugh and leaned in closely, lips brushing hers. “I will always protect you, my princess.”

–

“A new friend?” Brassius asked as he stepped in, watching the Deerling follow Florges with a pot on her back.

“Yep! Meet MJ, short for Mary Jane. What can I get you today?”

“My friend. I assume you got him at home.” Y/N’s blush made him smirk. “I’m joking…but I’m glad the date went well.”

“Thanks for introducing us.”

“Just remember, Applin’s means he’s serious.”

“Huh?”

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Tabby: I LOVE THIS MAN. I wasn’t here for him. I was all Larry. But then his ANIMATION (the gif above) and JFLDJFLSK

#hassel pokemon #professor hassel #pokemon fics #headcanons #headcanon #hassel x reader #hassel x f!reader #elite 4 hassel #fluff #first date

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esuemmanuel · 1 year

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"Es en Sus manos donde lleva la chispa primera, el latido neonato del despertar".

Despertó con las gotas del rocío que pendían de las hojas de un árbol a punto de morir. En sus ojos se dibujó una sonrisa; ésa, la del mundo, la que lleva los siete colores de la creación… y agradeció. Tomó un poco de azul para protegerse el corazón, así como un dejo de rosa para no olvidarse de amar y una gota de amarillo para reflexionar. Luego de abrir los ojos y pintarse el alma con los tres colores de la divina creación, se llevó las manos al pecho; se reconoció. Anduvo por el sendero de la armonía, liberando a las aves que se pensaban recluidas en jaulas invisibles creadas por sus propios miedos. Besó la frente de aquellos que no creían en su poder, les hizo abrir los ojos tocándoles la fibra más sensible de su ser, les tomó las manos, les ofrendó una flor, les dijo al oído que en Ella estaba el amor, se las hundió en plexo solar… y desapareció. Ascendió a las nubes en forma de vapor; les hizo cosquillas y las tensó. De pronto, en una carcajada de alegría, en el mundo se vertió.

"It is in His hands that He carries the first spark, the neonatal heartbeat of awakening."

He woke up with the dew drops hanging from the leaves of a tree about to die. In his eyes a smile was drawn; that one, the one of the world, the one that carries the seven colors of creation... and he was grateful. He took a bit of blue to protect his heart, as well as a hint of pink so as not to forget to love and a drop of yellow to reflect. After opening his eyes and painting his soul with the three colors of the divine creation, he put his hands to his chest; he recognized himself. He walked along the path of harmony, freeing the birds that thought they were confined in invisible cages created by their own fears. He kissed the foreheads of those who did not believe in his power, made them open their eyes by touching the most sensitive fiber of their being, took their hands, offered them a flower, told them in their ears that love was in Her, plunged them into the solar plexus... and disappeared. He ascended to the clouds in the form of vapor; he tickled and tensed them. Suddenly, in a laugh of joy, into the world he poured.

— Esu Emmanuel©, Corazón Crístico (Christic Heart).

#el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #poetas en tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #escritores en tumblr #poeticstories #corazon crístico #2015 edición 2023

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adoptedmadrigal2 · 1 month

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When all you want is to sleep comfortably,

A/N: apologies for disappearing for so long but I had a lot to do for college. I'll try to start posting again but I can't make too many promises.

Phases

"Goodnight mi flor," Julieta whispered kissing Isabela's head.

Once julieta left, Isabela tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get comfortable but unfortunately she got wrapped up in her loose nightgown.

She groaned before she sat up and yanked the pink fabric over her head and tossed it to the floor by her bed. As soft as it was it was too loose and kept getting tangled around Isabela. Mere moments after the annoying fabric had landed on the floor the eldest madrigal had fallen into a deep sleep.

Down the hall Dolores was getting ready for bed when her mother came in to check on her and tell her goodnight.

"Mi bebé, I came to say goodnight," Pepa said stepping into Dolores's room.

"Mama?" Dolores said emerging from her closet.

"I'm right here lola, come sit," Pepa said patting the 12 year olds bed.

"can I ask something?" Dolores asked sitting on her bed.

"ask away mi vida," Pepa said

"it's nearly my time, and I was curious about a few things I've been feeling," Dolores said shyly, still unfamiliar with her cycle despite having it for almost a year.

Pepa assured her that having questions was normal and answered them, remembering how she had to go digging for this knowledge on her own.

"Its perfectly normal to get cramps in your thighs from your period, trust me tia Julieta said it herself," Pepa assured tucking her eldest into bed.

"Ok mamá goodnight," Dolores yawned curling into her blankets.

Pepa kissed her niña's head, and closed her door with a light click. Before Dolores truly settled in she peeled the yellow fabric of her nightgown off and then snuggled into her blankets clutching her fluffy owl to her bare chest. The feeling was odd since she had never slept without a nightgown before. Dolores enjoyed the feeling and curled into her blanket and fell asleep within minutes

The next morning Pepa was in charge of waking up the kids. Camilo and Mirabel had a sleepover in Camilo's room so Pepa gave a knock, then stepped in to get the pair woken up and dressed. Once she'd sent them down to Julieta she made her next stop at Luisa's room. She opened the door and gently patted Luisa's hip until said girl had finally opened her eyes, "buenos dias tia," she sleepily mumbled reaching out to hug Pepa.

Luisa was always her favourite to wake, because Luisa loved cuddles in the morning so she could have a moment to spend with her sobrina wrapped up in happy cuddles.

"Buenos dias mi sobrinita, I need to wake the other girls, get dressed and I'll be back to do your hair," Pepa said sitting Luisa down on the short stool by her dressing table. Believe it or not, Luisa is light for her age, even with her gift. And she takes full advantage of her light build. She loves when Julieta lifts her onto the counter to sit while she makes arepas, or when Agustin gives her piggyback rides. She especially loves when Pepa wakes her up and carries her around her room for a little while while they cuddle, and sometimes if Pepa hasn't dressed, she'll help Pepa pick an outfit, all while Pepa holds onto her in a soft warm cuddle.

"Ok tia," Luisa yawned in the affirmative, and Pepa left to go wake the eldest two.

She started with Isabela,since she was right beside Lu.

A knock at the door proved that Isabela was definitely her mother's daughter sleeping like a rock until she either got up on her own or was forced awake by someone else.

With that Pepa opened the door to Isabela's room. She walked towards the bed and isabela had shifted in her sleep tossing the cover off herself. Usually Pepa wouldn't be surprised by this but when the blanket was thrown away from Isabela all she saw was skin. No nightgown, no camisole. Just Isabela's bare chest, which wasn't a big deal since it was Pepa waking her this morning, but what if it had been tio Felix, or her father. None the less she woke Isabela up, and Isa immediately pulled her sheet to her chest as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Isabela didn't say a word at first, but she didn't have to because Pepa was the one to break the silence.

"Isa, there's nothing to be embarrassed over, trust me. It's just something of a phase you go through, I will say, you got lucky this morning since it was me, but be careful when you sleep like this ok," Pepa said reassuring Isa that sleeping in her underwear or fully nude was normal, just to be careful and choose when she slept like this wisely.

"You get dressed, I'm going to wake up Lola," Pepa told noticing that roses bloomed on Isabela's chest for her to hide in until she had an actual top or dress on.

"Ok tia," Isabela said as Pepa left her room.

She took the short walk to Dolores's room and gently opened the door. Her daughter was wearing her head wrap and was sleeping soundly. Her blanket was thrown off her top half much like Isabela, but she was sleeping on her stomach so her chest was pressed into her mattress.

"Lola," Pepa said quietly as she coaxed Dolores to wake up.

"Buenos dias mama" Dolores said as she reached to her right to grasp Pepa's hand and give it a squeeze, a little habit she has picked up as a child.

"Buenos dias mi niña, sleep well?" Pepa asked trying to brace the subject of her sleepwear, or lack thereof.

"I slept well mama," Dolores said sitting up, she pulled the yellow nightgown discarded the night before over her head as she pushed her head wrap up to uncover her eyes.

"Seems you did, is this the first time you've done this or just the first time I caught you," Pepa asked being a bit more straightforward since Dolores had no shame or embarassment about her body. Yet.

"First time I did it, it felt weird, but in a good way," Dolores said stretching.

"Well, little piece of advice, be careful of when you do that, you got lucky since it was my turn to wake you this morning" Pepa said

"Ok mama, I'll make sure," Dolores said crawling out of her blankets to sit on the side of her bed.

"Alright, come down for breakfast when you're dressed," Pepa said giving Dolores a light hug.

She returned to Luisa and fixed her hair with a warm smile on her face, her thoughts racing with a desperate need to talk to Julieta. Once Luisa's hair was done, she and Pepa made their way downstairs.

Luisa was soon scooping Isabela, Dolores, Camilo, and Mirabel up from the living room to take them outside to play. Thankfully giving Pepa enough time alone to talk to Julieta, but not before a coffee.

"What's wrong mi hermana? I know you've got something on your mind," Julieta asked stirring together some cinnamon and sugar to sprinkle over the apples she'd just cut.

"Isa and Lola are going through that phase," Pepa grimaced

"Which one? We have a whole alphabet of teenage phases," Julieta said refilling Pepa's coffee mug.

"Let me put it this way, their sleepwear has changed," Pepa grimaced

"Ooh, that phase," Julieta sighed, "should we talk to them? I mean we went through the dormido desnudo phase when we were their age," Julieta reasoned pulling warm arepas off her cooktop.

"I know, but what do we tell them, if we tell them its wrong then they'll get the wrong idea of it and think its bad, its perfectly normal, but if we tell them that then they'll still do it, and we won't know when they do it, and that could lead to some awkward conversations or incidents." Pepa told weighing their options.

"I've got an idea," Julieta said

In the garden Luisa Isabela Camilo Mirabel and Dolores were kicking a ball around, when Dolores quirked her ear and said

"Cmon Isa Tia's calling us in," Dolores grabbed her older prima's wrist and ran inside with her, she had no idea why she grabbed her wrist but she did. Plus it was funny to hear isa yelling to slow down behind her

"You called?" Dolores said once the two were in the kitchen with Julieta and Pepa,

"Si, now its come to my attention that the pair of you are sleeping without your nightgowns?" Julieta asked

Both girls looked at each other and then back to Julieta embarrassed to admit their secret.

Julieta took that as a yes, and continued

"It's perfectly normal to experiment with sleeping desnudo, Pepa and I did it when we were your age. But to keep any awkward situations from happening, after breakfast Pepa and I will show you how to make a sign for your doors, that way in the morning, whoever has to wake you up will know to let Pepa or myself wake you." Julieta told to the blushing girls

"Can we make them now while the others are outside?" Dolores piped up

"Si mi nina, I'll go get everything you two will need, go ahead and sit," Pepa said going upstairs to grab her art supplies.

When Pepa returns with pens paper and string, she shows Dolores and Isabela what to do and leaves them to make their own designs. At Least now Pepa wouldn't be shocked to walk into one of their rooms and see an excess of skin

"Thank goodness mamá doesn't wake the kids, Isa would die if she did, and I truly dont like that isa has to uphold a perfect persona all the time when mama is around her," Julieta sighed continuing making breakfast

"I know, maybe we should let her sleep in one day when we know mama will be busy and give her a day to be herself, " pepa suggested

"You're a genius Pepa. We can do that probably tomorrow, mama has some plans with her amigas. We can keep the kids at home and make a day of it," Julieta said as she turned the sausages over

About a year later Luisa had her own sign to hang having also been caught, by Isabela.

"Look Julieta, Isa's showing Lu how to make the little door sign I showed her how to make," Pepa said as a small rainbow sprouted above her head at her nieces' interaction.

"It's good to see her talking to Lu and Mira, mama has her drawn so tight it's rare these days," Julieta said peeking out from behind her book. "Especially now since mama has her yanked tighter than ever with the perfect persona. I really hate that she had to stop wearing her favorite blue dresses in favor of more elegant pink ones to show her maturity"

Pepa agreed and continued smiling over her sobrinas.

Mirabel didn't quite get the chance to go through this phase at the same age her sisters did, due to Antonio being in the nursery with her. But when casita was rebuilt and she finally got her own room she was caught, her nightgown tossed to the chair and her chest against a pillow as she slept soundly.

"Mira, wake up," Julieta said.

The 16 year old slowly woke but once he brain had caught up she yanked her blanket to her chest.

"Mama! I-I" Mira studdered trying to explain

"Mi bebé, calm down, it's nothing to be ashamed about. All the girls went through it, even me and your Tia Pepa," Julieta told handing Mirabel her gown.

"Really?" Mirabel asked

"Yes really. You wouldn't believe how many times I caught both your sisters sleeping on their backs with their chests in the air. And honestly, I don't blame them. Sometimes sleeping nude is a nice change of pace" Julieta said. "After breakfast, ask Isa to show you how to make the sign for your door, she showed Lu about four years ago."

Mira smiled and straightened her gown before heading downstairs.

"it's about time you danced on the wild side. Come on we can all make new ones together, mine just broke and Luisa and Lola's are on the verge of breaking" Julieta heard her eldest say.

Things changed after the fall of Casita, and Julieta has to say seeing her daughters act like sisters again is the best change of them all.

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rhena-caerme · 1 year

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ESC 2023 second semifinal just ended. It was.. Well I think it was rather boring. Lot's of ballads, pink shirts and laying on the flor.

Here are my thoughts about the contenders

1. Denmark- I swear that this year there are a lot of cute little boy types. The song was meh

2. Armenia- ballad with a little bit more drama. Nothing shocking.

3. Romania- nice voice. I rated it quite low but I'll have to listen to it again because I remember it was kinda interesting

4. Estonia- self playing piano is what we got burning piano is what we hoped for xP

5. Belgium- finally something different. Kinda felt like a music on the fashion show. It was nice.

6. Cyprus- I swear he summoned every damn wolf in the UK

7. Iceland- literally power ballad. It was quite ok but I think I expect more from Iceland at this point

8. Greece- again healthy dose of rolling in the dirt

9. Poland- to be fair I'm biased because of the shit show that was our preselection this year. But given the competition I think it's ok that we got into the final. I'm not happy that Solo is representing Poland but well... Bejba its kajnda krejza X'D

10. Slovenia- reminded me a little bit of Maneskin but in much softer way

11. Georgia- Georgian nymph

12. San Marino- it was ok

13. Austria- I saw the song title and thought about We Don't Talk About Bruno for some reason. But the song suprised me in a really positive way. I men Poe is a win every time XD

14. Albania- Albanian family witch clan I swear. It was fine tho

15. Lithuania- pagan vibed but still a ballad

16. Australia- I forgot about them. But oh such a wonderful surprise was to hear their song! Hard rock and eurobeat blend. Chef's kiss

#australia #lithuania #albania #austria #san marino #georgia #slovenia #poland #greece #iceland #cyprus #belgium #estonia #romania #armenia #denmark #esc 2023 #eurovision 2023

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jamescarioca · 6 months

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ana

ela era linda… oh como era bela seu nome era ana morava em copacabana me amou em ipanema na lagoa por mim se apaixonou conhecemo-nos em botafogo eu sou flamengo ela tricolor

seus olhos frios enevoados eram azuis sua calcinha pequena e apertada era rosa me comia com os olhos e me beijava como uma beija-flor sua saliva quente no meu esôfago seus cabelos negros no meu rosto seu perfume floral em minha pele

a chuva no para-brisa era indefesa para um casal abrasado e inflamado no banco de trás ainda lembro de seus olhos seu nariz, que pena, não deixou recordações

consumado o ato botei pra fora o néctar no tapete do carro "porra! por que fez essa merda?" "minha ex está gravida, não sou maluco" …ana queria engravidar depois disso não mais a vi.

rio de janeiro, 23 de agosto de 2O2O.

anna

she was beautiful… oh how beautiful she was her name was ana she lived in copacabana loved me in ipanema in the lagoon she fell in love with me we met in botafogo im flamengo she is tricolor

her cold misty eyes were blue her tight little panties were pink she ate me with her eyes and she kissed me like a hummingbird her hot saliva in my esophagus her black hair in my face her floral perfume on my skin

the rain on the windshield was helpless for a heated and inflamed couple on the back seat i still remember her eyes her nose, what a shame, left no memories

the act is consumed i spilled the nectar on the car carpet "damn! why did you do that shit?" "my ex is pregnant, im not crazy" …anna wanted to get pregnant after that i didnt see her never again.

rio de janeiro, 23rd august 2O2O.

#poesia #poetry

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Gonna be pretty busy this weekend as it’s my best friend’s birthday (it’s a sort-of costume party, and my outfit is based on The Darkling!) Not sure if I’ll manage to get a chapter up, so have a snippet from “The Constellations Shift” 💕

“After Abuela, there’s my mamá, Julieta,” Mirabel explained. “She’s the oldest triplet.” She gestured to her mother, across the square with Abuela. “She can grow beautiful flowers. Watch!”

Sure enough, Julieta made the town square blossom. Abuela fondly kissed Julieta’s cheek and, with a little smile, Julieta stepped out and spun in place; her ice-blue skirts whirled around her, her hair fanned out and, as she spun, beautiful white and pink roses grew, and orchids and flor de mayo. They fanned out across the ground, creeping up pillars and walls, curling around balconies. In seconds, the square looked like a beautiful garden.

Mirabel could see the fond smiles of the villagers and the somewhat sappy grin on her father’s face. Julieta waved at the watching crowd and took Agustín’s hand.

“She’s so pretty!” Cecilia gasped.

“She’s like a princess,” Alejandra agreed, eyes wide with awe.

“She is,” Mirabel agreed proudly. “Mamá’s perfect.” She winked at the kid’s and added, “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m pretty sure she’s everyone’s favourite.” She was certainly Abuela’s favourite and everyone knew it. The whole Encanto adored Julieta.

Of course Mirabel was proud of her mother, how could she not be? She ignored the slight twinge of envy in her heart. She wished her Gift could be beautiful; instead she just heard everything and it sometimes made her head spin.

But no, that was ungrateful of her. She was a Madrigal! She had a wonderful Gift and a duty to her community! Everyone counted on them; Mirabel had no reason to wish for anything else.

“Hola, Mira,” Julieta called softly. She didn’t need to raise her voice; Mirabel could hear her clear as day.

“Hola, Mamá, hola Papá.” She waved and her parents came over. Agustín stumbled slightly and Julieta quickly steadied him.

“Keeping busy, mi amor?” Julieta asked once she reached Mirabel and the kids.

“I’m explaining all the Gifts,” Mirabel said. The kids were all looking at her mother with shining eyes.

“Your flowers are really pretty,” Cecilia gushed and Julieta’s smile widened.

“Gracias, niña,” she said. She waved her hand and the kids all suddenly had flower crowns, even Mirabel.

Mirabel gently touched hers and gave her parents a fond smile.

“Don’t be too late getting back,” Julieta said as they turned away. “We have a lot to prepare.”

“Be sure to wear your party pants!” Agustín added with a laugh.

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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I check your blog often and I've requested Dad Tommy twice. I think it's only fair I ask for your oc Eva with her two girls. Mommy Eva sounds like a hell of a woman.

The Girls

The last part is inspired by this bad romcom i saw last night called Don’t blame Karma/que culpa tiene el Karma where a sister believes she's cursed after her sister stole her birthday wishes when they were little

Gif by @hellomadelene

Diane is four when she hugs her hard enough to make her wince.

“Florence.” She pressed a kiss on Eva’s stomach and pronounced her sister’s name.

“See, she loves her already.” Tommy points out.

If only things had stayed that way.

Arrow House is their Castle and up until 1930 it had only one princess.

And Princess Diane hated ceding her whimsical nursery for a new girl.

She had demanded the adjoining bedroom not because it was close,but because it was the second biggest one.

Eva had assumed Charlie would be the one to get jealous. He had been so intensely jealous of Gabe that they had been a little worried given he had inherited Eva’s penchant of throwing things and Tommy’s strength.

But he had taken to Gabe like a fish to water and hardly had any issues with each other.

Unlike their sisters.

“I didn’t want a sister! I wanted Polly!” Diane had kicked and screamed when they came home with Florence. There was no Polly just a red faced baby girl who’d begun crying as if she understood what her big sister had said.

Diane’s ninth birthday is celebrated in the Tea Lawn.

Arrow House has almost as many gardens as the Chapultepec Castle and the National Palace combined. There is a walled garden, a wildflower garden near the plant nursery, a kitchen garden, a tiny vineyard, an arbor garden, a flag garden and even a fish garden near the ponds and the tennis court.

Tommy had heard about the gardens before he even knew how big the house is.

You could get lost here, he had said as they explored it in 1922.

And sure enough, four year old Florence had gotten lost.

Eva immediately knew something was up when Diane spirits her sister away and neither come back in the next ten minutes.

They get along most of the time, not as bad as that first year where Diane proclaimed she’d hate Florence forever and ever.

“Mami, I lost her in the maze. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I lied and said her birthday gift was inside of it---” Diane has never lost a person before.

Eva regrets telling her the story of the minotaur. Who would’ve thought Diane would resort to scaring her five year old sister with it?

The little witch was a work of generations and luck, she always knew where to find people, even Gabriel who Eva sometimes couldn’t feel on this plane of existence.

To lose Florence who’s aura was as strong and as easy to spot as Tommy’s, it was catastrophic for her.

“It’s going to be okay, Dia, I’m sure Flora knows the way out.” Eva told the girl in her big pink dress.

Always princesses.

Eva dreads when she discovers mythology, Eva had wanted an Aztec themed party complete with fake human offerings when she was twelve to everyone’s horror.

Olivia had then made her change her mind by giving her a fairy themed party complete with fake butterfly wings for her to wear.

And sure enough Flora is right there with Tommy who had slipped away sensing trouble.

Diane is so relieved and glad that Flora wasn’t eaten by the made up monster. But Florence was not so easily mollified by her apology.

No, Flor was planning something.

She was as petty as her and as calculating as Tommy.

Eva needs to stop it before it happens, but Thomas stops her on her tracks.

“She told Flora the minotaur eats children and she ran out when she was looking, Duke found her crying in the kitchen gardens.” Tommy explains as the children play like nothing happened.

“She’s scheming, I can feel it, Tom.” The witch told her husband as she saw Duke watch his baby sisters like a hawk.

“Let her, Diane shouldn’t have done that. It’s healthy for them, and we’ll make sure neither hurt each other. Even Johnny Dogs is on his guard.” He favors Flora, he thinks she doesn’t know who his favorite child is, but she can see it like all those little things no one else knows about him.

Eva could admit that she was a little biased towards Gabe, mostly because he reminds her so much of his late uncles. He was like his namesake, quiet and thoughtful and with a gift for art.

If he liked boys and bull riding, he’d be just like Alan.

Everything is quiet, too quiet. Like the ocean before a great storm.

Then the great big cake ---all cakes at her events are marvelous works of art--- is brought out with its nine candles.

Nine whimsical golden candles ready for the birthday girl to blow.

Except the wrong girl blows them.

“I’ve stolen all your wishes!” Florence laughs as Diane begins chasing her.

“I’m glad we stopped at four.” Tommy tells her as they scrambled after them.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #diane shelby #florence shelby #siblings

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matt0xp · 2 years

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🎉Starry Night Fest🌌

PINK CRES. 9th Concert Tour 2022

Setlist

★Akogare My STAR★

BOP! BOP! MC ①

Koisuru Technique (center)

Mou, Kodomo ja nai Watashi na no ni... (center)

Denwa Matteimasu (center)

Catallena MC ②

Juunintoiro Sanshasan'you

Solo - Bishoujo Shinri - Jiriri Kiteru - Kanashiki Koi no Melody

In my dreams (kolme)

FuwaFuwaFuu~

Aoi Sports Car no Otoko (special number with guest) MC ③

Duet - Otome no Shinrigaku - Tanjun Sugi na no Watashi... - Summer Night Town

Solo - SHOCK! - Noir - MOON POWER

Red Carpet

Kiss My Lips

Black Swan (Rainbow) MC ④

Telephone

X Boyfriend

Mugen Climax

Décalcomanie ENCORE

Overwrite

Summer Wind MC ⑤

Ending Credits

Extras:

Otras:

Juunintoiro Sanshasan'you

Dilemma

Memory Seishun no Hikari

Underwater

Metropolis～メトロポリス～

The Curtain Rises

Nante Bohemian

Ijiwaru Crazy Love

Song for the DATE

Mystery Night!

Bo Peep Bo Peep

FARAWAY

Maji Natsu Sugiru

Hoshi no Hitsuji Tachi

Wind flower

🎀📘🧈 🖤🖋️🖤 🦢🎹🦢

Collar Hawaiano Flor Fucsia Neon 1 Uni (fiestayregalos.cl)

Collar Hawaiano Multicolor con flores grandes (disfrazzes.com)

#pinkcres #pink cres.

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joylovesfluff · 5 months

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Apology, accepted

sum. Something sweet for someone so sweet but is too afraid to confess to their feelings for their oh so charming chef.

note. just a teaspoon full of fluff, v rushed ending, this was in the drafts for so long i was close to deleting it but here goes, not proofread i dont wanna read this again its so cringey now , my braind is about to explode from looking at all those words so bye,

i hope u guys enjoy <333

You look at the blueprints you've made yourself as you grab onto the not even nearly finished cannonball spay youve been working on. Spralled out on the ship's flor.

"Hey princess, what are you working on?" Said by none other than the straw hat's lovely chef, sanji vinsmoke. He looks at your new invention, visibly curious to know more about it.

"Its another canon thing, its supposed to shoot 5 canons every 10 seconds.." you replied as your voice gets quieter, looking at the back of the mechanical canon, you found out where to connect the wheel for it to be able to move rapidly.

Sanji looks at you, how your eyes glimmer just a little bit when you found out where to put the wheel, he likes how hard you focus on any given task, and how hard you work for it just to get the satisfaction of calling it finished. He admires that about you, and if he has the chance he would absolutely tell you how much he admires you.

"Oh and sanji?" You suddenly spoke in the moment of silence, snapping his lovesick gaze away from you.

"Yes mon amour?" He looks back again to you, giving you those small smiles that for a second made you want to kiss him right then and there, but it was only for a moment.

"Stop calling me Princess!" You yelled, trying to hide how much his cute little smiles affected you oh so much. He always has a habit to say such sweet words to every woman he sees, so why should you feel special whenever he says those to you? its not like he means it anyways..

Sanji looks at your eyes tainted with anger, with his eyes wide he gets on his knees and bows in front of you, asking for forgiveness for bothering you.

Time and time again sanji has repeatedly tried to show you that he cares for you more than any other woman he has seen before, how he has stopped entertaining other women because of how much he likes you,

Sanji Vinsmoke has fallen inlove with you, he just needs you to realize it which is a challenge he's willing to take.

"I apologize, my Queen." He said with pure shame on his face, as he rose up from the ground he scoops your hands that were on your sides and he kisses your hand, "my deepest apologies madam" he said as he plants another kiss on your hands, with you still unable to move from the sudden affection.

"Although could i interest you with a dessert?, perhaps a Vanilla Soufflé? Or a Crème brûlée? Or perhaps Delicious macarons??"

You thought for a second, and then decided that a little bite wouldn't hurt nobody.

"Ohh macarons do sound good right now.." you whispered, slightly blushing at the thought of eating a dessert from the chef made for just you.

"AH MACARONS IT IS!" He said full of glee, he could impress you with macarons, it was simple anyways.

So as the cook makes the macarons with all the love he could give.

You on the other hand proceeds to what you were doing before the blond distracted you.

A few moments later, your quiet moment was interrupted by none other than the cook itself, and on his hands sat a plate of perfectly beautiful pink macarons.

"Only the best macarons, for the most beautiful woman on all the seas" He exclaimed as he extends the plate full of macaroons.

"oh this tastes different!"

"I added a little something special for you"

"what is it?"

"Love"

#one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #sanji fluff #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece fluff

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silver-ace-of-spades · 1 year

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The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea

Chapter 29: Flor

Blaze and Silver shut down the Team Star Ruchbah Squad by defeating their boss, Ortega the Rabbit.

I give them 5 minutes to defeat 60 Pokémon because 30 in 10 mins is too easy, especially for two people.

swearing warning

🦋🦀🌱🦅🎵⚡🔥🐛💧☠💼👻🐘🌷❄🎀♧☆

Clive stood at the entrance to the Ruchbah Squad, waiting for the Operation Starfall members. He saw two figures come down the mountain and walked over to them.

"Hello, you two. You seem cheery. And Silver, I'm glad you're okay. It's been a month since I've seen you." He told them.

"Thanks, Direct– I mean Clive. Blaze and I are dating now!" Silver grinned. He kissed Blaze's cheek and she blushed and giggled. "So the Ruchbah Squad... They use Fairy-Types, huh? Wish I had a Steel-Type right now..."

"Didn't you catch a Tinkatuff while we were training?" Blaze asked. "And then she evolved really fast?"

"Oh, heheh, right. And then you got poisoned by a Revavroom that wouldn't leave us alone, so I had to catch him. Though I won't use him, since, y'know." Silver chuckled.

"Yeah. Even if you didn't have asthma, it's still not a good idea to use a Poison-Type that specializes in gases." Blaze smiled slightly.

An elderly man walked up to the teens from inside the base and looked them over. "Hmmm... a silver hedgehog..." The man gasped. "You're that kid trying to take down Team Star! Silver the Hedgehog!"

"Yeah, that's me!" Silver grinned.

"I cannot let you interrupt Master Ortega! He is going to have his piano lessons soon! Go, Morgrem!" The man yelled.

"Piece of cake! Go, Belle!" Silver exclaimed.

The two Fairy-Types stared each other down for a bit until Belle hit a Gigaton Hammer and promptly defeated Morgrem.

"Thanks for the practice a few days ago, Amy." Silver chuckled to themself.

"You're not out of the water yet, Silver! Go, Hattrem!" The man shouted.

Belle had to recharge her Gigaton Hammer, but she hit a super effective Brutal Swing, since for some reason Hattrem wasn't a Fairy-Type yet, and won.

"That was way too easy! Let's take on the Star Barrage!" Silver smiled.

Blaze rang the bell and the teens were given five minutes to defeat 60 Pokémon. Belle did a lot of the heavy lifting. They successfully beat the Star Barrage.

A huge pink car revved and pink smoke shot from the huge exhaust pipes. The car drove up to the teens and atop the platform was a light pink rabbit boy in a refined outfit.

"So you're the ones that've been ruining our fun!" He shouted. "I, Ortega, will defend Team Star and crush your puny souls! Go, Azul!"

The boy sent out an Azumarill, who squeaked eagerly.

"Bring it on! Go, Catnip!"

"Hmph. Go, Madam Wiggly."

Catnip meowed excitedly and hit a Flower Trick that defeated Azul. He grinned smugly, and blew the pollen away from his Trainer so they wouldn't inhale any.

Ortega sent out a Wigglytuff who squeaked adorably.

Belle nearly popped Madam Wiggly like an actual balloon, then squeaked in approval.

"Catnip, return! Go, Belle! Use Gigaton Hammer!"

Silver sent in his Tinkaton and she twirled her golden hammer, then smashed it into the ground.

"Hmph. You only beat her because of a Type advantage. Go, Cinnamon!"

Ortega sent out a Dachsbun who got an attack out when Belle used Swords Dance, but there wasn't really anything he could do, so he got defeated after a double Swords Dance-boosted Play Rough.

"My Starmobile will crush you!" Ortega yelled.

Belle used a super powerful Gigaton Hammer that trashed the car like nothing.

Silver got Ortega to safety behind a psychic shield before his car exploded into a bunch of pink shrapnel pieces. The shield took a lot of energy to keep up against the explosion, and Silver began to sweat and struggle.

"Y-you okay? I'll heal up your Revavroom." Silver told the boy.

"You... you saved me. Why?" Ortega asked. "After I was such a dick to you?"

The shield dropped, and Silver fell to the ground, exhausted. "B-because..." He panted and closed an eye, but smiled towards Ortega. "I couldn't just let you die. T-Team Star's been nothing but cool to me." He coughed and put a hand on his chest. "Don't worry, I'm just tired."

"I was about to ask if you were okay. You're a nuisance, but you won, so I have no choice but to give you this." Ortega took his Star Badge off and gave it to Silver.

Silver grinned, then they, Blaze, and Ortega spent time taking care of the ex-Star Boss' Revavroom. Silver wore their oxygen mask since Revavroom released toxic fumes.

"So you're a mechanic?" Blaze asked.

"Yep. I built the Starmobiles to scare the piss out of our bullies."

"Y'know, I was bullied as a kid, too." Blaze said. "I understand why you're so distrusting. My pyrokinesis scared off my bullies, but it also scared off any potential friends, except for one, who, quite ironically, has pyrophobia."

*That friend eventually became your boyfriend, right?* Silver asked.

Blaze blushed, then blew a kiss to Silver. "Yep."

Ortega's Revavroom, who was fully put back together and healed, growled contently. Ortega called him back, then smiled.

Silver and Blaze left to see Clive talking to Ortega and the man that was in the front. Penny mysteriously was right by the Ruchbah Squad, but she claimed it was because there were lots of wild Espeons and Vaporeons in the flower garden. She gave the teens their reward, then spent some time in the flowers.

The sunset was beautiful. Silver set up a picnic table and created a romantic-looking scene with some flowers from the field. Blaze braided some flowers into his quills and giggled.

"You look so cute." She grinned.

The two of them ate dinner and went to sleep in their tent under the stars.

#toxic electricity #an aromantic writes romance lmao #the blazing silver light of paldea #swearing tw

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jardim-da-tony · 3 years

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💖🌱

#planta #jardinagem #plantas #verde #jardim #gardening #plant #plants #rosa #cravo #flor #pink flowers #pink #💚🌱#💚#🌺#💕#💚💖#flower #flor pink kisses #pink flower #flor rosa

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luvrcami · 2 years

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˗ˏˋCON FLORES! ´ˎ˗

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN WHICH: Isabela overthinks what flower boutique to make her lover but get’s some help from her prima.

˚ · . Isabela madrigal x gn!reader.

Isabela let out a loud groan as she held the boutique of red roses in her hand. “What if they don’t like roses!” She yelled, throwing the roses across her flowered room and stomping on them. Today was Y/n and Isabela’s first date and Isabela wanted it to go perfectly.

She was afraid she would do something bad or embarrassing and she’d upset her angel. Dolores, from all the way downstairs heard the overthinking girl. She rolled her eyes, not glancing off the book she was reading.

“This has to go perfectly! I can’t mess things up!” Isabela shouted at herself, throwing her arms up in the air. Dolores got tired of her cousins overthinking and walked up to her room, opening the door she saw Isabela on the floor dramatically.

“Ay Isa, they like chrysanthemums and chocolates” Dolores told her before closing the door and walked back to the living room. Isabela sat there with her mouth open. “Thank you prima!” Isabela thanked her cousin and got up to make another boutique.

She smiled at the artwork she created. The various colors of chrysanthemums in the beautiful boutique she held. “She’ll love this” The long haired told herself with pride (in two ways). Now she had to get some chocolates.

She used vines to swing down more quickly. Waving at her mom who just smiled at her. She walked through the village, looking for the candy shop. “Aha!” She pointed as her eyes reached the shop that was labeled ‘DULCERÍA’.

“Hola Isabela, What are you looking for?” The owner asked her with a warm grin. “Hola! I’m just looking for chocolates, do you maybe have any formed like a heart?” Isabela asked the middle aged lady who smirked. “Of course, over here!” She said and walked over the an aisle.

“Who’s the lucky boy, huh?” The lady asked, her red lips pulled into the same smirk. Isabelas eyebrows furrowed. “Oh uhm they’re actually not a boy… or a girl” Isabela told her, eyes scanning all the boxed chocolates.

The owner raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Okay.. Well then who is it?” She asked the love struck girl who searched for the perfect box. “Y/n L/n” Isabela let out a lovey sigh at their name. “Oh wow. Y/n, i didn’t know they were… like that..” The lady mumbled the last part. “Like what?” The dark girl questioned. “Uh nothing” She replied and walked away.

“Hm, that’s what i thought” Isabela muttered underneath her breath. Her hands then reached up to a pink heart shaped box with chocolates in it. She looked down at it and smiled. “This is the one” She whispered and walked off to pay for it.

Meanwhile Y/n was in their kitchen, baking a cake for the picnic date. “What color should i frost it?” They ask themselves. “Pastel purple, like her dress!” They exclaim with a smile, getting the frosting ready to decorate the pastry.

Once they were done decorating the cake with purple flowers and cactuses, they smiled at their creation proudly. “She’s going to love it” They told themself as they admired it. “Time for the other things!” They exclaimed, getting other ingredients ready for cooking.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊TIME SKIP┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

It was time for the two lovers to finally meet up on the riverside. Isabela laid the red and white checkered blanket on the grass and waited for her partner. Her eyes perked up at the sight of Y/n’s curled eyelashes, baby soft skin, and pink lips pulled into a sweet smile.

While Y/n walked closer to the blushing girl, miniature pink flowers appeared on her silky hair, signaling that she was flustered by the sight of them. Y/n chuckled and kissed her pink cheek. “Well hello to you too, mi flor linda” They teased, dropping the basket onto the blanket.

“Y/n, you look so stunning! I mean it’s not like you never do, you always look like a cute little bunny but you know” Isabela ranted nervously. Y/n sat down by the river, the flushed girl doing the same. “Thank you! You look very gorgeous too, like always” Y/n winked at her.

“Ay, mi amor! Stop with all the flirting and teasing!” Isabela exclaimed with a laugh. Y/n also laughed, putting a hand over their mouth. “I’ve actually got a surprise for you!” Isabela told them, grabbing a large boutique of- your favorite flowers?! and a heart shaped box of chocolates.

You gasped in awe. “Isa! You didn’t have to, seriously! I love it so much!” You grinned as you grabbed the flowers and the box. You stared at it with a big grin on your face. “How’d you know these were my favorites?” Y/n asked as she smelled the beautiful flowers.

“Oh uh i just knew” Isabela chuckled with a hand behind her neck. Y/n looked up at the girl and if you looked really closely, maybe you could see hearts of admiration in their glistening eyes. “Gosh i love you so much!” Y/n jumped on Isa, causing her to widen her eyes.

You two look at each other for a second like if you both just realized what love truly meant. Y/n leaned in and pressed their lips against the girl they love’s. Isabela deepened the kiss by putting her hand on their cheek, pulling them in even more. Their lips moving in sync like they were meant to be.

They finally pulled away with a smile. The two breathing heavily to maintain their breaths again. They glare at each other’s eyes and laugh, falling down on the grass. Isabela’s head on Y/n’s chest as they looked into the sunsets sky.

And other the lilied waters and in the roses of nature, they were in love and so, so lost in each other.

“You know Isa, even next to the prettiest river you’re still more prettier in my eyes” Y/n flirted once again. Isabela rolled her eyes and groaned. “Really, mi vida?!” She yelled. Y/n’s laughter filled the soothing air’s silence.

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