#nena’s essay

[nenasspot]

i'm finally reading the 100 (i've had the books for like,,, 6 years) and i'm cackling at clarke having to make the assignment to compare vampire literature from the 19th and the 21st century lmao

but also,, that's an interesting topic...

#hey lit prof #do u mind if i.... #do that shit for my next essay #nena talking into the void #the 100

[girlgenius1111]

young, drunk, and alone

putellas!reader, infuriates her sister when she sneaks out and gets drunk with her friends. alexia comes to realize that maybe, this is a result of her pushing you too hard.

angst + fluff. brief mentions of blood and vomiting. and alcohol consumption. this is literally 6k word essay on how silly sisters can be.

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Sneaking out hadn't been your best plan. Was it really sneaking out if you slipped right out the front door? You weren't sure. Alexia and Olga were heavy sleepers, and because you had the following day off, you figured it was as good a time as any. You were planning on meeting up with some friends from school and going to a club. You didn't drink much; a combination of being a professional athlete, and someone named Alexia, who happened to be your very strict older sister.

You probably should have paced yourself. You also probably should have not run away from your friends, especially when you were blitzed out of your mind. You weren't quite sure where you were, or how long it had been since you'd bolted from the club. Or how many drinks you'd had.

You'd broken one of your... well, one of Alexia's heels, and you carried both shoes in one hand. You were really sleepy all of a sudden, and you spotted a bench a few meters ahead. You headed there, plopping down on the bench before pulling your phone out of your pocket. The screen swam in front of your eyes, and you couldn't figure out if your hand was moving, or if your head was moving. Something was, that was for sure.

You were somewhere. Somewhere in the city of Barcelona. You needed some help, though.

And you knew just the gal to come get you. Alexia could find anyone, but especially you; she had your location.

The phone began to ring, and you heard your sister's grumpy voice come over the line shortly after.

"Why are you calling me from inside the same house?" She said groggily.

"Aleeeeexiaaaaaa!" You sang, proud of yourself for solving your problem all on your own, especially while the earth was spinning so much faster than normal.

"Nena. You better be in your room right now." Alexia said through clenched teeth. You could hear her shuffling, and Olga speaking to her quietly.

"'M not in my room, Ale, sorry." You heard your door bang open, then, and Alexia confirm what you'd just admitted.

"I am going to kill you to death." Alexia warned. "Where are you? Are you safe?"

"I'm not totally sure where I am. There's a road... ooo and a bench. And I think a building. D'you know where I am?"

"My god. You don't know where you are?" Alexia cried, shaking off her girlfriend's advice to calm down.

"Nope. D'you?" You slurred.

"How would I know where you are!?!?" Alexia shouted. There was more shuffling, and Olga's soothing voice replaced Alexia's.

"Nena, Ale has your location. We're going to come get you now. Stay where you are, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." You said, saluting to the thin air in front of you. You hung up then, though you forgot to say goodbye, and awaited your sister eagerly.

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"I am going to kill her." Alexia seethed, driving well over the speed limit on the way to your little dot on her screen.

"You can kill her later, let's just make sure she's safe first." Olga sighed.

"This is Alba's fault. Or Mapi's. Or Pina and Cata's. I will find the culprit, and I will make them run so many laps..."

"She's right there," Olga interrupted, pointing to the park bench where you were sitting, looking blankly at your sister's car.

Alexia threw the car and park, and moved to throw her door open, but stopped when her girlfriend grabbed her arm.

"Alexia, she's drunk. She's not going to remember any of this tomorrow, so be nice now. You can yell later, yes?"

"Fine." Alexia sighed. She got out of the car, as did Olga, and they approached you carefully.

"ALE!!" You cheered, standing and tripping forward dangerously as you tried to tackle your sister in a hug.

"Hi." Alexia said evenly, easily catching you and helping you back upright.

"Thanks for comin' to get me," you slurred, slumping into your sister.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get you home nena."

"OLGA!!!" You yelled suddenly, turning and seeing your sister's girlfriend biting back a smile at the sight of you. You were gone. Completely gone.

"Hey nena." Olga said kindly, opening the door to the backseat for you. Alexia barely got you buckled in before you toppled completely over, now laying horizontally across the back seat.

"Ow." You said quietly. Again, Olga had to try really hard not to laugh, turning to her girlfriend, who just look exasperated.

"Maybe I should sit back there with her." The brunette suggested.

"I think that might be best." Alexia agreed, walking around to the drivers side and getting in. She looked in the rearview mirror, seeing you completely slumped on her girlfriend's shoulder, eyes already shut. It melted her heart, just a little, how much you loved Olga, and how much Olga loved you. Still, her overarching feelings right now were anger and frustration.

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Once Alexia had carried you from the car, deposited you on your bed, and placed a trash can and a bottle of water within your reach, she grabbed your phone, texting your friends that had clearly not been keeping an eye on you that you were home safe. She then stomped back into her room, throwing herself dramatically onto her bed.

"What was she thinking? Is she stupid? Is she the stupidest person on earth? She has to be."

"Ale, calm down." Olga said, following her in and shutting the door behind her. "Go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow."

Alexia sighed, laying back down under the covers, before looking over to her girlfriend. "Thank you for coming. And for taking such good care of her." She said quietly.

"Always." Olga promised, pressing a light kiss to Alexia's lips.

-----

The next morning found you not laid in bed until the afternoon like you would have hoped. Instead, Alexia had dragged you out of bed at 9am, which she felt was pretty generous, threw some training clothes at you, and drove over to the Barça grounds. She had to pull over once for you to get out and throw up, but even though you were sweating, exhausted, your head was pounding, and your stomach churning, Alexia was unrelenting.

Olga was still asleep when Alexia had left with you, and you had wondered if you could text her discreetly to put an end to this before it started. Alexia had taken your phone hostage though, so that was a no go.

Now, Alexia had you running sprints. You thanked god above that it was a chillier, cloudier day, but running while you were violently hungover was still... a form of torture. She'd found a whistle, somewhere, and anytime you stopped running, she blew it at you, making the pounding in your head worse.

You managed to last 15 minutes before you stopped a few feet away from her, looking at your sister pleadingly.

"Ale, I'm gonna throw up," you warned.

Alexia's was unflinching, sunglasses down over her eyes as she stood, hands on her hips, watching you.

"I'm not stopping you." She said coldly, gesturing for you to do so.

"Ale, please," you whined.

"If you didn't want to run sprints hungover, you shouldn't have snuck out and gotten drunk." Alexia told you.

You turned away from her, throwing up what little water you'd managed to drink so far. When you were done, you turned back, finding Alexia directly behind you, holding out a sports drink.

"Drink." She instructed. You took it, chugging the whole thing as you held back a gag, knowing if you could keep any of it down, it would be somewhat helpful.

Things continued like this for another 10 minutes, until you were sure Alexia was going to keep you going until you passed out.

In fact, Alexia was just about to call it, not wanting to completely kill you, when she heard her name being shouted from just behind her.

"Alexia, what are you doing to that poor girl?!" Mapi yelled, marching towards her friend, while Ingrid broke into a run, heading towards you. You'd fallen to your knees, retching pathetically onto the grass, even as nothing came up.

"She snuck out and got drunk." Alexia dismissed, looking concerned at the sight of you on the ground, trembling violently in Ingrid's arms. Mapi grabbed her wrist, spinning her back around.

"Alexia. This is really harsh, even for you."

"Good. Maybe she'll learn her lesson." Still, Alexia couldn't help her gaze flicking over to where you were. You were okay, she was sure. She knew what you could take, and what you couldn't. You'd drink some water, take a cold shower, and sleep the rest of the day.

Mapi looked disapprovingly at her captain. "Maybe that would have taught you a lesson. I'm sure there are more effective ways of talking to your sister about this, than attempted murder."

"She's fine. I know her limits, and so does she. If she was really not well, she would have just stopped."

You wouldn't have. You knew your sister was furious, and you would have done anything to fix that. Anything. If it meant running until you dropped, so be it. Alexia didn't think you'd push yourself that hard, though. She way underestimated the lengths you would go to for her approval.

"Anyway, what are you doing here? It's an off day." Alexia questioned, beginning to walk towards you.

"Ingrid wanted to work on a few things." Mapi said.

They reached your side, and Ingrid looked up sternly at your sister, a glare set on her face.

"Ale, can we go home?" You asked pathetically. You were completely pale, covered in sweat, and you were shaking all over.

"Yeah. Let's go." Ingrid helped you to your feet, holding you steady as Alexia wrapped an arm around you, and began walking you towards the exit.

"Should we call child protective services?" Ingrid wondered sarcastically, watching Alexia drag you back to the car.

"Nah. She's 19. And Alexia will have to deal with Olga when she gets that poor kid home."

----

And have to deal with Olga, Alexia did.

She helped you into the house, the AC in the car and the endless supply of water Alexia had for you helping tremendously. You felt more alive now, and honestly, you must have sweated out a lot of the alcohol, because you didn't feel that bad.

You were still shaking, though, still pale. Alexia cringed internally when she heard Olga's feet quietly making their way towards the front door, as she helped you pull your shoes off.

"Alexia." Olga gasped. "What did you do, take her to get run over by a truck?" She walked forward, easing you away from your sister, and towards the living room, shooting her girlfriend a harsh glare over your shoulder.

"No. We had a workout to do." Alexia said casually.

"Nena, are you okay?" Olga asked softly.

You smiled up at her, relaxing back into the couch. "Yep. I thought she was going to kill me for a bit, but she didn't."

Olga sighed. You were back to joking, back to pretending that Alexia's behavior didn't bother you. Back to acting like you didn't need more support from her. This needed to stop. Now.

"Drink some water. We can try to get some food in you in a bit. Alexia, come with me." Olga's tone left no room for conversation as she headed up the stairs towards their room. Alexia didn't listen immediately to a lot of people, but Olga was one of them.

She trailed after her girlfriend a little hesitantly. She knew she'd taken it too far. She hadn't done any damage to you, but it was still too far. And Olga was about to give her hell for it. Which likely, she deserved. Alexia was stubborn, though, and she wouldn't admit to being wrong without a bit of a fight.

"Are you crazy? What were you trying to accomplish, Ale? Whatever you made her do was overkill. You didn't need to take it so far-"

"NO. She is my baby sister, and she is off getting drunk and getting lost, and-" Alexia interrupted, suddenly furious again.

"Alexia, she's 19. This is what 19 year olds' do." Olga defended.

"Not HER. She is supposed to be responsible. She is an athlete, she has responsibilities, she has people relying on her-"

Olga cut her off again. "God, amor, I cannot imagine why'd she'd feel the need to go get drunk. That doesn't seem like a lot of stress on a teenager at all."

Alexia was quiet for a moment. "If she was stressed, she would tell me. If it was too much, she would tell me." She said, though she sounded suddenly unsure.

"Would she?" Olga wondered. "You're pretty strict with her, baby. Maybe she doesn't need Stern Alexia, and tough love all the time, maybe she just needs love." This had been swirling around in Olga's head for the past few weeks, though she wasn't sure how to bring it up to her girlfriend. She'd watched as you would wilt when Alexia would give you a simple 'good job' after a game, directly followed by all the things she thought you could improve. She watched you do things, and instantly turn to your sister, to see if she was impressed or not. If Alexia was, she never let it show.

For Alexia, sternness, rigidness worked for her. She didn't need people to be soft with her, to tell her all the time that she was doing a good job, so she assumed you didn't either. Olga could tell, though, that every time Alexia ruffled your hair instead of giving you a hug, shook off your request to something fun instead of reviewing match footage, it crushed you, just a little bit.

Olga wasn't surprised that this had happened, not at all. You were acting out, trying to burn off some stress while also trying to get your sister's attention.She hoped it would finally make her girlfriend understand that you needed more from her. You were young, living away from your mom, and you needed someone to care for you, not just push you. You wanted that from your sister, too, although you were always appreciative of everything that Olga did for you.

Their argument fizzled out, and Olga realized Alexia needed space to think. She left her there to do so, heading back downstairs to check on you.

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You and Alexia didn't speak of the incident in the days following. You could tell something had changed, Alexia was being... different with you. Less intense.

You thought she was just really angry. Which was fair. You'd been stupid and irresponsible. She had every right to be angry. You decided to let it pass, to not push her into forgiving you sooner.

You didn't realize that Alexia was rethinking the entire dynamic she had with you, the role she played in your life. She noticed, suddenly, that you weren't as affectionate as you had been before. You didn't sit close to her on the couch when you watched TV together. You didn't pull her into a hug when you saw her. You didn't talk to her when you were upset after a game. You didn't immediately look for her when you got hurt. She'd been so focused on being the coach that she thought you needed that she'd forgotten to be the sister that you'd actually needed.

She could be your mentor without pushing you so hard, Alexia had realized. You didn't need another coach. You needed your sister. Alexia just wasn't sure how to fix what she'd broken.

When she did figure out how to fix it, it came naturally to her. It was suddenly instinctual, again, the strong feeling within her to take care of you, not push you to be better.

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The first time you got some idea that Alexia was making an effort to be different was a few days after The Incident, as you and Olga had named your adventure. You were coming back from seeing your friends; the very same friends you had gone out with. It had started off fine, everyone joking around about your disappearing act. As the conversation continued, though, it became clear to you that a few of them had seen you leave by yourself, and not bothered to go after you. And they had all been significantly less intoxicated than you were.

They tried to excuse their behavior by telling you they were distracted by various people they'd met up with at the club. When you pushed, asking why no one thought to keep an eye on you, or go after you when you ran out, especially after they'd been pushing drink and drink on you, enjoying how increasingly absurd you got, they got defensive. They lashed out, going on and on about how you should have been responsible, and it wasn't their job to babysit you. You knew that, but at the same time, anything could have happened to you when you ran out of the club. It was a miracle that nothing did. The argument escalated into a full blown fight, until you were shouting back and forth at each other, bringing up issues that were long resolved.

Eventually, you stormed out, walking the 15 minutes back to your sister's house, angry tears falling from your eyes. Your friends weren't the best friend's a person could have, you knew this. They were your only friends outside of football, though, the only friends that were truly your's and not also your sister's. That's probably why you kept them around so long, and you never would have thought they would care so little about your safety.

The words exchanged had been harsh, and you knew as you neared home that there was no salvaging those relationships. You were upset, everything hard about the week catching up with you. You just hoped that when you walked through the front door, Alexia and Olga would both be too busy with various tasks to notice how upset you were. Alexia hated your friends, and you knew she would tell you that what happened was for the best. That was absolutely not what you needed to hear, now, though.

You opened the door as quietly as you could, slipping your shoes off and carefully placing your keys down on the little table near the door. You turned to walk up the stairs, jumping slightly when Olga was suddenly standing directly behind you, looking at her phone.

"What do you want for dinner? Your sister and I can't agree," Olga asked, growing quiet as she looked up, spotting how upset you were. "What's wrong?" The brunette's face grew sympathetic, and you ignored how it made you want to cry.

"Nothing." You told her, dodging her attempt to rest a hand on your shoulder, and slipping up the stairs. You shut the door to your room. It was a mess in there, it was past time you cleaned it; and, anyway, you needed to do something to get your anger out, and furiously cleaning seemed like as good of an idea as any.

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Downstairs, Olga was conflicted. Normally, she would take this, as the more emotionally available adult in the house. She knew that you didn't want her comfort, though, not in the way you wanted your sister's. And Alexia had clearly been taking to heart what her girlfriend had told her, being noticeably different with you, even if she hadn't figured out quite how to act. So, Olga slipped off to the office, knocking and entering when she heard her girlfriend's voice beckoning her inside.

"Hey, beautiful," Alexia said, smiling from behind the desk. Olga smiled in return, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Your sister just got home from seeing her friends and I think something happened, she was really upset."

Alexia rolled her eyes. "They suck, I'm not surprised. Is she okay?"

"She ran off to her room, but she was crying." Olga replied, watching her girlfriend's expression carefully. Alexia looked conflicted, like she wasn't sure what to do.

"I'll go check on her." The blonde said finally, receiving an encouraging smile from Olga. She stood and headed towards the stairs, pausing when Olga stopped her.

"Just a tip. Telling her that her friends suck probably won't make her feel better. Even is she's mad at them. Just try to be nice." Olga suggested.

Alexia nodded, continuing on her way. Her girlfriend was more than a little amused at how nervous the blonde seemed. It was just you.

For Alexia, though, she didn't really know how to make you feel better. What would have worked for her was clearly not working for you, she saw that now. You were so different from her, so much more sensitive. She was nervous because she didn't want to say the wrong thing. She didn't realize, however, that any attempt she would make would be greatly appreciated by you.

Alexia knocked on your door, feeling a little ridiculous at how nervous she was, opening the door tentatively when you told her to come in. You were pacing around the room, folding clothes and putting things away, even as a few tears remained falling from your eyes. You looked furious as you cleaned rather aggressively, not acknowledging your sister when she walked in the room.

"Hey, nena?" Alexia called after a minute of watching you fold a shirt like you would have preferred to set it on fire. You hummed in response, still not looking towards her. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." You snapped, moving on to another shirt, throwing the recently folded one down on the bed, huffing in frustration when the action messed up your meticulous work.

Deciding not to second guess her instincts, Alexia strode forward, taking the shirt out of your hands and setting it on the bed. She turned you so that you were facing her, placing her hands on your shoulders. You still wouldn't meet her eyes, and you were a good few inches shorter than her, but she could still see your angry resolve cracking, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

You didn't want to cry in front of her, not over the friends of yours that she hated. It was a waste, and you knew she wouldn't give you the sympathy that you wanted. That just wasn't how Alexia was.

"C'mere," Alexia said softly, wrapping her arms around you and bringing you into a tight hug.

Until this point, Alexia wasn't sure she quite understood what you needed from her. The second you melted into her arms, though, like a hug was all you'd needed, it became very clear. Olga was right; you'd just needed love.

Your shoulders were shaking with silent cries, as if you were trying to keep them quiet, and Alexia frowned, arms squeezing you tighter.

"You can cry, cariño, if you're upset. It's okay to cry." She whispered. Admittedly, expressing emotion wasn't something she was good with. She hadn't realized the effect this had on you expressing your emotions before now.

You cried into your sister's shoulder, no longer holding back after her words of encouragement, for a solid 5 minutes. Alexia didn't shy away from the display of feelings like you expected her to. Instead, she sat you on the side of your bed, carefully wiping the remaining tears off your face with the sleeve of her sweater.

Still sniffling pathetically, you looked down at our hands, not sure if you should tell her what happened, if she'd want to hear. Alexia caught your hesitation, sitting down next to you, and bumping your knee with hers. "Tell me what happened."

You took a deep breath, before launching into the story. Alexia grew tense next to you, clearly with anger, but you weren't sure who it was directed at. If it was at the reminder of how irresponsible you'd been, or if it was at your friends. When you finished, Alexia was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.

"They suck." She said finally, before shaking her head at herself. "No, Olga told me not to say that. You deserve better friends than them, especially if their are so unconcerned with your safety and wellbeing. What if you hadn't had your phone? What if something had happened? I wouldn't have known where you were, you could have been hurt." Alexia went on, growing more agitated.

"I'm sorry, Ale," you told her.

"No, no. I am angry with them." Alexia said earnestly. "For being so careless with you. They should have been looking out for you. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you, but I probably would have started with ruining their lives."

Protective Alexia wasn't a side of your sister you'd seen in a while. Not since you were 11 and you'd told her that a boy had tried to kiss you on the playground. She'd skipped training to march to your school, asking you to point out the boy. You had, and she'd held him up against the brick wall of the building by the collar of his shirt, warning him to never so much as look at you, ever again. He was appropriately terrified, and no one tried to mess with you again after that.

It was nice, feeling protected by your sister. It felt safe. It made you feel loved.

-----

Even after the conversation about your friends, Alexia still didn't acknowledge that something had changed.

Until after a rather rough match against Atlético. You were having an off day, your passes not connecting, your shots just barely missing the back of the net. She could tell you were frustrated, and she wasn't sure how to make you feel better. Normally, she'd give you a pat on the back, tell you to push through and focus. Alexia realized now, though, that you didn't need that from her.

Still, it was the middle of the match, and there wasn't time for a pep talk. She'd have to wait until the match was over, and then she could figure out what to say to you. Now, she needed to focus.

Alexia did focus. She focused on taking the corner, watching the ball sail towards your head. She focused on Lola's gloved hand extending towards the ball, and connecting squarely with your face. Alexia saw you drop to the ground, clutching tightly to your nose. The whistle blew immediately, and half the team was looking down at you uneasily, waving urgently for the medical staff. Lola was crouched by your head, clearly making repetitive apologies.

Normally, when you got hurt, Alexia kept her distance. She didn't want to suffocate you, and she didn't want to act unprofessional. On the pitch, you were teammates. Appearances didn't matter, though, not really, and she could be your older sister too, she knew.

Alexia sprinted to you, shoving players of both teams out of her way in her quest to get to your side. Lola saw her barreling towards her, and wisely backed up, leaving the spot just above you open, while the medics were arriving on either side of you.

You were still on your stomach, clutching tightly to your face, feeling hot blood seep into your hand. It was broken. You'd heard the crunch. And, like always when you got hurt, you wanted your sister to come hold your hand. You knew she wouldn't. She had to be professional, she had a reputation to protect. You were surprised when her soft voice met your ear.

"Hey, nena, can you roll over for us?"

Although your position smushed into the turf felt like the most comfortable you could get currently, you slowly rolled onto your back with a groan.

"Oh, honey," Alexia whispered, taking in the sight of your very broken nose, blood pooling all over your face.

"Broken," you mumbled, the movement of speaking hurting, blood filling your mouth. So as not to allow you to choke, Alexia and one of the medics carefully sat you up, tipping you forward, allowing your nose to drip into the towel being help against your face.

"She's right, I heard it break," Lola added, still hovering near you. It had been completely accidental, what she'd done, and she felt guilty. She backed up, though, when Alexia shot her a harsh glare.

"Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Are you going to pass out?" Alexia asked anxiously, knowing that you weren't a fan of blood. The medics exchanged amused looks at your suddenly overbearing sister, as you looked at her, less amused, and slightly comforted.

"No. Fine. Hurts't talk." You got out, closing your eyes as the pain intensified. Alexia's hand rubbed circles into your back, and you were floored when she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, right in front of the entire stadium, before looking to the medic for permission to help you to your feet. When he nodded and grabbed your other arm, they got you up, supporting you all the way to the sidelines, where another medic took over for you sister.

"Should I tell Jona to take me off?" Alexia asked you, still glued to your side, even as you neared the tunnel.

"No, go win." You spit some blood onto the ground, barely managing the words, and Alexia agreed uneasily, watching you all the way back inside.

The rest of the team was looking at her like she had two heads. Never before had they seen her be so nurturing with you, so outwardly worried. Alexia loved you, no one doubted that. She was just normally much more reserved about showing affection for her youngest sister.

-----

By the time Alexia got back to the locker room post match she was startled to see that you weren't in sitting in front of your locker waiting for her, or with the team doctors. They informed you that Olga had taken you home. You had a slight concussion, and your nose was broken, but didn't need to be reset, and you didn't want to wait for most of the second half to finish for your sister, so when Olga offered to take you home, you took her offer gratefully.

She sped through her shower and her post match routine, continuing to ignore the surprised expressions on her teammates face, and the rather satisfied one on Mapi's; the defender was finally seeing the return of the Older Sister Alexia she knew.

Alexia arrived home, abandoning her bag in the car and rushing inside. She wanted to make sure you were okay, more than anything. More than anything. It was like she'd just remembered that she was your sister, not just your captain, and her instinct to protect you was overwhelming her.

She marched right into the house, finding you laid on the couch, your head resting in Olga's lap an ice pack held over your nose by your sister's girlfriend, who was telling you an animated story about the crazy fan she'd run into in the stands today.

"Nena," Alexia sighed, feeling slightly better at the sight of you, more or less in one piece.

You sat up, still rather confused at the complete 180˚ your sister had done. "Hi." You had a rather disconcerting lisp to your speech, your lip swelling from the contact with the opposing goalkeeper's glove.

Alexia sat right next to you, removing the ice pack, and inspecting your face carefully.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Not as much now. The ice is helping."

"Have you eaten? Taken anything? You should drink a lot of water, and ice every 15 minutes, and make sure you sleep propped up on a pillow, and we should go to the dentist tomorrow, just to make sure your teeth are okay." Alexia rambled, gently nudging your lip up to look at the swollen gums surrounding your upper front teeth. "Are they loose? If they're loose, we should go to the dentist now."

You exchanged a look with Olga. You were rather confused, while she just looked pleased with herself.

"They're not loose. I feel fine, Ale, and I ate some pasta. I think I'm just going to go to bed, I'm really tired."

You stood, keeping the ice pressed to your nose, catching the slightly frantic look on your sister's face. "You'll wake me up if it hurts, or if something is wrong, right?" She questioned.

"Yeah, if you want me to." You told her.

She nodded, relieved. "I would like you to."

"Okay. Goodnight, guys." Before you could step away from the couch, Alexia was standing and pulling you into a gentle hug, being extra careful with... your entire face. She kissed your forehead, before shooing you off towards the stairs.

Bewildered but pleased with your sister's odd behavior, you headed for bed, hoping that Alexia would be more normal, if still just as caring, tomorrow.

-----

You knew that was out of the question when your door opened softly an hour after you went to bed. You turned, not having fallen asleep yet, seeing your sister stood in the doorway, a blanket in hand, worrying her lip between her teeth.

"What's up?"

"Can I sleep in here? I'm worried about your face, I can't fall asleep." Alexia admitted, taking one step forward before pausing, looking anxiously at you.

You blinked at her for a minute, wondering if this was some kind of bizarre dream where your sister had undergone a personality transplant, before nodding.

"If you want," you agreed, scooting over to make room for you sister. She climbed onto the bed eagerly, smiling at you. You smiled back, wondering if it was possible that your sister was on drugs. She took several minutes to get comfortable, settling under the covers before turning on her side to face where you lay on your back, eyes closed. You could feel her watching you.

"Alexia you can't sleep in here if you're going to stare at me all night like a psychopath." You said, not opening your eyes.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just worried. I'll stop now." Alexia promised, rolling onto her back too.

You didn't say anything for a moment, not wanting to ruin the very sweet moment you were having with you sister, but also feeling curiosity burn through you.

"You're being really weird." You said finally.

Alexia sighed, like she'd known this was coming.

"Am I dying or something and no one bothered to tell me? Is that why you're being so nice to me?" You were only half joking. Alexia sighed again, and somehow, it sounded guilty. "Am I?" You asked, opening your eyes and looking at the blonde.

"No, idiota, you aren't dying. I'm just... I'm trying to be a better sister."

You heard all the time that your sister was awkward, but you'd never really gotten that vibe from her until now.

"Oh. Okay. You're a good sister already, Ale." You said gruffly, looking away from her.

Alexia blinked at you. "Well, I'm glad you think so, but there is always room for improvement. You shouldn't be surprised when I'm nice to you, or take care of you. That should be normal."

"Thanks." You said after a minute, clearing your throat. You hated when Alexia was so nice it made you cry. Hated it.

"You don't have to thank me. I love you, hermanita." Alexia said, and there was no mistaking the vulnerability in her voice.

You were so going to tell Alba about this, and make fun of Alexia endlessly for being so bad at human emotions. For now, though, you rolling into her side a little, resting your head on her shoulder.

"I love you too, Ale."

Alexia smiled to herself. God, she normally hated when her girlfriend proved her wrong, but this time, it had been so needed. She was greatful for Olga, and for you, for being so forgiving. It was very youngest sister of you, never holding a grudge. She loved you. A lot. She was going to be better about showing it.

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this got out of hand i won't lie.

hope you enjoyed :)

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #putellas!reader #platonic #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader

[pablitogavii]

heyy could you write maybe about the reader not going to sleep and gavi forces (like a little stern and stuff) them to go to sleep ??

"Have you still not showered!? Amor it's almost midnight and you need to rest!" Pablo came back after throwing out the trash and you were still in front of your computer frantically trying to finish your essay that wasn't even due until the end of the week.

"Mhm.." was all you answered not really paying attention to his words since you were almost ready to start writing your conclusion paragraph.

Suddenly, Pablo closed your lap top and you were looking at him with a shocked face. Thankfully you always work in Google Drive so everything stays saved, but you were angry he just wouldn't let you finish this tonight if you wanted to do it!

"Pablo!" you whine but he was taking away your lap top plugging it in before coming back to where you were sitting in the dining room.

"Don't Pablo me! Come on, time to go to bed nena!" he said reaching out for my hand helping me get up from the chair and I still felt tempted to finish the very last paragraph.

"I have one more paragraph to do...and then I'll.." he would even let you finish that sentence as he was already tossing you over his shoulder smacking your ass while walking towards your bathroom.

"You are being so bratty tonight! What am I going to do with you nena? Huh?" he said after placing you down and turning on the shower.

"Let me do what I want?" you said smartly knowing that's never going to happen and Pablo turned towards you with his infamous smirk.

"Now that's not something I usually do princesa..come on now, arms up!" he said and you rolled your eyes knowing that would annoy him but still doing as he asked as he took off your clothes piece by piece and opened the door for you to step into the shower.

When you came out seeing your lap top plugged in on the sofa and no Pablo in sight, you quickly got dressed and walked towards it only to be interrupted by Pablo's coughs.

"Yeah, good try..get your perky ass to bed right now nena..or I'm gonna make it red!" Pablo said making your cheeks blush and you knew he would do such thing if you pushed him too far.

"I made you some camomile tea to help you relax and get some sleep" he said placing the cup on your nightstand and you smiled at his kind gesture.

When he got into his own pajamas (boxers and old Barça t-shirt), he joined you in bed smiling when he saw you sipping on your tea already yawning a few times.

When you finished the tea, you felt so sleepy that you could fall asleep sitting up. All the exhausting from the day finally set in and you were moving closer to Pablo out of instinct wanting to be held before letting yourself go to the dreamland.

"There we go, put your head right there on my chest and get some rest..mi nena buena" Pablo praised moving his fingers through your hair gently while you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong scent.

"Thank you for taking care of me amor..I needed some rest" you admit looking up at him and he smiled proudly nodding his head before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

"If only you would listen to me more often princesa.." he teased and you whined shaking your head before moving even closer tossing one of your legs aver both of his wanting desperately to play with his hair.

"Pablito??" you used the nickname whenever you really wanted something and he knew it very well.

"What does my princesa want now? Huh?" he said smiling down at you secretly admiring just how beautiful you looked in that moment with messy hair and tired eyes.

"Can I play with you hair please?" you say blushing a little and he smirked nodding his head while kissing the top of your nose playfully.

"It's all yours preciosa.." and those words were enough for your fingers to start massaging his scalp while you cuddled close to him and closed your eyes feeling safe, loved and ready to get some very needed rest <3

Hope you enjoyed the story anon :)

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[thecasualauthor]

Hola chica,

I'll give you a lil compliment: You are a brilliant author 😉 and I simply adore the way you put so much effort into your stories. I just know that you're an amazing person inside and out.

Also, I want to ask: Do you have any study habits that help you get through your course load or habits that prevents you from actually studying (procrastination )? Asking for a friend 👀

@nena-96 you're such a gem ily 💖💖. This brightened my day tenfold!

To answer your question!!! My study habits are kind of a mess to be honest, but here are just a few (hopefully) helpful tips:

I usually write down a list of everything that needs to get done for each class each week. Then I number them according to which one has to be done first and work from there

I have a tendency to look to far ahead, aka catastrophizing. So when I feel super anxious and worried about classes or the future, I tell myself "all I have to do right now is _____" as an example: I'll say something like, "all i need to do right now is get out of bed." Or "all I have to do right now is write the first sentence of this essay." It's super helpful in managing stress. Breaking things down makes it so much more easier. 

Another thing I do is called the "power hour" (or half hour.)  Basically I'll set a timer, turn off my notifications and sound, and work for 30 minutes to an hour straight. Then I'll take a break and see where I am.

Don't burn yourself out!! I'm a full supporter of making sure you're productive, but make sure to take breaks so you can actually be productive

Study in a place that's physically comfortable, but not comfortable enough to fall asleep in (aka the bed with a bunch of pillows around you)

I like to listen to instrumental soundtracks from movies when I study, or listen to atmospheric sounds. It helps me to focus. One of my favorites is a two hour writing session with breaks and soothing music, but I use it for studying all the time! Here's a link to that if you wish to use it!! The girl who runs the channel has a lot of videos like this! Here's a link to that YouTube playlist if you wish to use it!! Abbie Emmons- immersive playlist

I hope these are helpful!! Thanks for the ask!

Ask prompts!!

#asked and answered #casual convos #academic advice #its a lot #but hopefully its helpful #thanks for the ask!! #<3

[nena-96]

hi nena, sorry if this is late but for the trademark ask game that u shared awhile back…your ™️ is you have a heart of gold and always so supportive of other artists and writers!

I’ve been following you for a few yrs now and I want to say u always make me happy when I see you on my dash. even at times when you share glimpses of your life with us, I wish I can hug you. just know your matter to a lot of people, it’s true. you have a great way of making people laugh and showing appreciation. I do wish you are more kinder to yourself bc I know how it is to go through depression and the feeling sucks, but u should remember that we care about you.

I also wanted to say, I saw a post on the subreddit, some ridiculous troll was saying they wanted to use an ai generator to finish one of your stories that you wrote for a fest. I hope you know, no ai generator can capture your ideas/sense of humor the way you can. hopefully you don’t let them get to you because you are such a great person to see a part of the Romione fandom, you have no idea how happy you make authors feel when you leave your essay styled comments on their stories. it’s always nice to see and it’s always appreciated ❤️ please don’t let anyone make you feel like your writing isn’t good enough, because it’s perfect the way it is. There’s no way an ai generated machine can take your place.

also, I want to say I wish you have a happy Mother’s Day. I know you’ve shared that you went through a miscarriage but I hope you know you still are a mum and deserve the recognition. heres a virtual cupcake 🧁

I hope you continue being yourself and keep writing Romione (or Jily, I see the Jily community has stolen your attention 👀 but that’s fine, we know deep down whose your OTP 😉)

I hope you have a great weekend Nena ❤️

Anon…did you plan on making me cry at 3am?! You succeeded with that, I don’t really know what to say, I appreciate your kind words.

Oh, yeah.. I heard about that and it made me quite upset. I don’t get why anyone would say that, I’m trying to ignore those comments because it’ll only make me more frustrated with myself, that I haven’t updated my stories (let alone responded to reviews) I have all my Romione fics finished, and I’m hoping to share them. I’m glad I can make other people laugh, since I find fluffy fics difficult to write. I’m glad people enjoy them, I have a great time writing them.

You know, I always thought of getting myself a cupcake (no frosting) but I end up not buying myself one, for various reasons. So, thank you, this means so much.

Haha, yeah we know who’s my OTP, I do enjoy exploring the Jily ship.

Thank you, I hope you have a great weekend, anon

#anon #ask and answered

[eugenelacroix]

Reposted from @norman_parkinson Happy birthday to Nena Thurman, previously known as international fashion model Nena Von Schlebrügge (full name was Baroness Brigitte Caroline “Nena” von Schleebrugge).⁣ ⁣ Nena is now a psychotherapist and co-founder of Tibet House. She was married to American Buddhist and academic in Robert Thurman in 1967 with whom she has four children including Uma Thurman.⁣ ⁣ Born January 8th in 1941, Nena was brought up in her native Stockholm and was discovered by Norman Parkinson for a special 1955 Vogue issue on Scandinavia featuring fashion, sights and cities together with the regular ‘Young Idea’ section to appeal the younger Vogue readers aged 16-20. This was Nena’s first appearance in the magazine.⁣ ⁣ Three years later, when she left school and moved to London, Parkinson would work with her many times again including in 1958 on an extended photo essay travelling around Italy and visiting the Brussels World Fair which was open between April 17th to October 19th for the July 1958 issue.⁣ ⁣ The Fair had 41 nations represented with individual pavilions, as shown here in the background, namely Nena leaping in the air in front of the adjacent Russian and American Pavilions. In a caption note when this print was exhibited in 1960, Parkinson noted that they would go on to eat at the French Pavilion.⁣ ⁣ All the fashions shown in this issue were to promote British fashion to wear on holiday and notes for this image describe Nena wearing a suit in striped drill by Estrava from the Fifth Avenue shop in Regents Street which was inspired by Guy Laroche, and “made in an explosive combination of orange and black stripes, the jacket lit with brass buttons.” Her straw boater is from Scott’s in Old Bond Street and her bag from Jays, and shoes from Saxone.⁣ ⁣ 📸 by Norman Parkinson / Iconic Images⁣ ⁣ ⁣ License photography from the archive: iconiclicensing.net⁣ ⁣ #normanparkinson #photography #photographer #birthday #onthisday #model #vogue #nenathurman #NenaVonSchlebrugge #brusselsworldfair #saxone #fashion #1950sfashion #iconicimages #eugenelacroix1 @eugenelacroix1 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnO9Hn0IoYn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#normanparkinson #photography #photographer #birthday #onthisday #model #vogue #nenathurman #nenavonschlebrugge #brusselsworldfair #saxone #fashion #1950sfashion #iconicimages #eugenelacroix1

[sexy-zeitreise-detektiv]

okay but where tf is my hg tannhaus content at? he basically had to raise some baby just after he lost his kid and grandkid, he's a clock maker who doesn't (or does depending how you see his 'splitting the world' thing) time travel and his 'life's work' is borne from a bootstrap paradox. all i'm saying is. hg tannhaus king.

Sorry I kind of forgot about this asks and I'm not sure if this response will satisfy your need for more Tannhaus content but here we go.

It's true, his clockworker aesthetic is extremely underutilized in fanart and I rarely see any fanfiction of him, even though there's tons of potential interactions with Charlotte and internal struggles that the show chose not to portray. Like how does Tannhaus deal with the absolute whiplash of losing his entire family and then becoming a father again in the same night? What's the relationship between him and Charlotte like? Besides all the obvious angst? Do they make pancakes together? Does Tannhaus actually dare to love her or is he scared that he will lose her "again"? We will never know!! Although sealandreich on ao3 has a very good Charlotte- and Tannhaus-focused series, so I would recommend you check that out.

Usually I would rant more about how this character deserved way more screentime, however! in this case I understand the artistic choice behind retaining Tannhaus for as much as they did. It makes sense if you see the series through a Jewish/Christian lens with Adam and Eva representing their biblical counterparts and Tannhaus as the creator of their universes representing god. Though usually in religious texts, god is presented either as a punishing force or as a loving fatherly figure. Dark subverts this expectation by making it's god figure mostly ignorant towards his creation. Very angsty and *Hannibal voice* nietzschean, if I dare say so. On a side note, it's also very obvious that Claudia is Dark's take on Satan, even though (or rather especially because) she is not a purely malicious force. She's the one pulling all of the strings, she's the one getting Jonas and Martha to commit the original original sin, and generally being a morally grey queen. And like... she gets called "Der Weiße Teufel" all the time, I think we get it lmao.

Another religious approach, that also fits nicely into Dark's love of the number three, would be a Hindu reading, where Tannhaus, Adam and Eva each represents a part of the Trimurti. Tannhaus would therefore be Brahma the creator, Eva would be Vishnu the conserver and Adam Shiva the destroyer. I am not at all an expert on Hinduism but as far as I understand all of them are actually one entity (->everything is connected). Which also ties in with a third possible reading:

The whole multiverse is Tannhaus's trauma response to losing his family. I know, this is basically canon but I propose that if we theoretically could see every character, who was created in the time travel bullshit thing, as a facet of Tannhaus's personality/emotional response to his trauma. Adam represents pure anger and bad coping mechanisms that only hurt him and others more, whereas Eva represents his urge to remain in this sort of comforting stage of depression. I guess that would make Claudia a therapist of some sorts? Or maybe his only healthy impulse in all of this mess? Idk at this point I'm just rambling.

This got very dry and very serious very quickly so fun Tannhaus headcanons: He loves bird watching (while they are alive), he once met Nena but didn't recognize her (one of many things to fuel Charlotte's teen angst) and.... he's trans. (There's nothing to indicate that any of this is true, I just want it to be.)

To conclude this essay, yes, Tannhaus is actually technically speaking the main character and yes, I will probably make fanart of him soon and lastly yes, Dark good. Have a wonderful day, anon.

#idk if any of this made sense to you #im not used to writing analysis #especially not in english #i know theres a lot more to be said but i am just a dumb bitch #and theres only so much time in a day #here you are i guess #ask #anonymous #anon #dark #dark series #film analysis?? #hg tannhaus #claudia tiedemann #adam dark #eva dark #dark spoilers #dark season 3 spoilers #dark netflix #jonas kahnwald #martha nielsen #if any of you disagree with this pls be kind #its been a while since i last watched dark

[adenei]

Ron and Hermione studying together and Hermione asks him how he got a scar on his arm (hard to tell since it's blended in with the scaring)

Hi nena! I hope you don’t mind that I strayed a little bit and had the mark blend in with his freckles instead (I set this during third year, so it was before the brain scars). Hope you enjoy this little bit of fluff!

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A Knightly Mark

Hermione and Ron were sitting in the common room one quiet fall evening during third year while Harry was off at quidditch practice. It was one of the few times she could get Ron to focus on his studies, since she normally promised him she’d play chess if he could finish an assignment or two. 

Normally she sat on his right side when they were on the couch, but today she found herself on his left side. She was revising one of her essays when something caught her eye. There was a dark red mark on Ron’s forearm that blended in with his freckles, but the coloring was just varied enough that it couldn’t be one.

She reached out and grazed the mark with her fingertip before she could stop herself. “What’s this?” she asked.

Ron looked up from his own work and down at where she’d just touched his arm. “What’s what?”

“That reddish mark right there, it looks different than the rest of your freckles.” Hermione blushed slightly.

“Oh, that’s just a scar.” Ron said.

“Where’d you get it from?” Hermione wondered.

“You don’t remember?” He raised an eyebrow, willing her to think.

“Er, no… It didn't happen when I was Petrified, did it?”

“No, it was from the chess match during first year. When I got knocked off the knight. Some of the debris hit me in the arm when I moved it to protect my face as I was falling.”

“Oh! I was so worried when you’d been knocked out that I hadn’t even noticed the marks.”

“Well, I was wearing a sweater, wasn’t I? You wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Besides the robes typically cover it up, too.”

“That’s true.” Hermione agreed.

“Speaking of chess, I think I’m just about done with this. Would you mind checking it over and then we could play a round?” He grinned at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I suppose that can be arranged.”

“Hey, a deal’s a deal, is it not? I do my work, you play chess.”

“If it’s the only way to get you ahead on homework, it’s a small sacrifice to make,” Hermione said with a small smile.

Hermione took his work and thought back briefly to the mark on his arm. She hoped that would be one of the last marks to be permanently added to his body. His freckles were so unique, and she hated that those scars took away from them. Even if they were reminders of memories they’d shared together, fighting evil wizards. She shook her head and went back to his essay, thankful for the time they were able to continue sharing together, thanking her lucky stars that it had only been a close call.

[revengeromance]

wooo nena nugget likes the komahina essay lets go

#:) #komahina #komahina essay

[tweetiebirb]

Heyy girl can I request a Erick imagine where you guys are on live together and y’all have cute moments together 🥺🥺🥺

(A/N) This is so adorable omg!!!! I gave up on writing my essay all in one day so here I am writing your request a few days earlier than I thought hahaha!! And yes, this one will include the reader being in college because that’s all I can write lately. I also had two ways this could go so I wrote them both.

Masterlist

**gifs not mine**

Erick was sat in the living room on Instagram live while you were finishing your last class of the day in his bedroom.  You had started your school day at 8 this morning and it was currently 4:30 needless to say you couldn’t wait until your classmate would stop asking a trillion questions so that class could be dismissed and you could finally get something to eat and relax. You could hear Erick’s soft voice through the walls not wanting to disturb you during your lecture. 30 minutes later your teacher dismisses class, and you couldn’t be happier. You go straight to the kitchen to get a snack and you’re so focused on wanting to relax and cuddle with your boyfriend that you forget that he’s on live so you walk up to the couch and plop yourself on his lap face immediately nuzzling into his neck leaving soft kisses on his jaw. You hear him giggle softly and a soft smile grows on your face. ‘‘Babe, I’m on live.’’ Erick says softly. ‘‘Oh shit! Sorry! I’ll leave you to it.’’ You say instantly getting up feeling bad to have disturbed him. He quickly but ever so gently grabs your wrist ‘‘Nena please stay.’’ he says barely above a whisper. You quietly sit back down and cuddle into your boyfriend. You happily play with his fingers as he talks to the fans simply basking in the calmness of the moment. You look up after a few minutes only to see him staring back down at you with a gentle smile. All you can do in the moment is smile at him and place your lips on his for a delicate kiss. When you pull away, he gets back to talking to the fans but soon gets off live so he can spend some time with you

A few days later, on Saturday morning to be exact, you ask Erick if he wants to help you bake cookies later after you’ve handed in your homework. He of course agrees wanting to spend as much time with you as possible since he usually never gets to spend a long period of time with you, but since quarantine forced you guys to live together when the airports shut down the day before you were flying home, he wants to take advantage of it. When the time to bake comes around Erick asks you if he can livestream it and you agree not really caring about it since the fans knew you both were dating (you didn’t really have a choice to tell fans since you had both been stuck together for the past 6 months). He props up his phone and while you guys wait for fans to join you take out the ingredients needed to bake the cookies. When everything is prepped and ready to go Erick tells the viewers what you guys are going to be doing today. You guys start baking the cookies and it mostly involves you telling him what to do. When the time to put the flour in the cookies arrives Erick decides it would be a good idea to throw some at you. Of course, this leads to a small flour fight in the small appartement kitchen until you both realise, you’re still on live. You guys get back to baking well this time around you’re doing all the work while Erick stands behind you hugging your waist and kissing the top of your head. You put the cookies in the oven and Erick decides to end the live so you guys can clean the kitchen and then go wash up.

 (A/N) I hope you liked this. I didn’t really know what type of cute imagine you wanted me to make so I wrote 2 and hopefully you like one of the versions!

-xox-

-Izeultx

#erick brian colon #erick brian colon imagine #cnco erick #cnco imagine #joel pimentel #joel pimentel imagine #cnco joel #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine #cnco zabdiel #richard camacho #richard camacho imagine #cnco richard #christopher velez #christopher velez imagine #cnco christopher #cnco chris

[pol-sci-moth]

🍂 Autumn Studying Challenge | Day 4 🍂

Recap - I was literally dying yesterday, so many people asked me if I'm alright, but after having a big dinner and lots of coffee, I reached the peak of my sleep deprivation at 9PM with a new burst of energy. I finished my essay yesterday and edited a major part of it before sending it in this morning. Now that my Tuesday is over, I am going to focus on my presentation and exam on Saturday only!

6th of October | Wednesday | Week 6

Bibliographical reflection essay on digital culture

Work on the first draft of the history presentation

Review Session 1 & 2 of Political Theory.

6th of October - What is the weather like where you live during autumn? Rains a lot, not so many storms, which is lowkey disappointing. Continental weather is also very cold and dry, but I don't think I felt it all that much last year because the majority of the first semester was online so I was in my room. I saw a full rainbow yesterday due to the rain though, which was nice!

🎧 Irgendwie, Irgendwo, Irgendwann - Nena

#autumn studying challenge #studyspo #study inspo #studyblr #myhoneststudyblr #mine #political science #political theory #history #social sciences #sociology

[perfecting-procrastination]

Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 1)

SO I HAVE FINISHED MY ESSAYS TODAY AND I AM FREE NOW. So decided to start off with a little teaser fic, I was thinking to do a second part to this. So let me know what you guys think! Sorry if it isn’t great I am defo trying my best! 

[]- Reader’s thoughts

Tagging: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight​ @estefania723​ @ericksmamita​ @undeadspazzattack​

Warning: 18+

Morning

It was going to be the biggest night of your life, the day you finally got to see your idols live and you couldn't wait any longer. You travelled quite away from home and decided to stay at a nice hotel for the night near the venue just to treat yourself. Fortunately, you and your friend underestimated how nice the hotel was, as you walked through you realised how well polished the place was. It just made you both twice the more excited. You finally reached your hotel room and you both got yourself settled down. Victoria took a minute and looked towards you, "Oh my God this hotel is so nice, I was not expecting this!". "You can say that again, haha." you responded laughing. You paused and then said "I cant wait for tonight Vicky, its going to be insane". She nodded back and jumped in excitement. Tonight was going to be amazing and you both were so ready for it. You both began to unpack your small bags and have a look at what outfit you guys should wear tonight. You laid down your brand new cream coloured CNCOxForever 21 cropped hoodie with a black lace bodysuit and some high-waisted dark blue jeans that were extremely complimentary of your curves, "This is so cute, what do you think Vicky?". "Yas! I love it girl, Zabdiel will most definitely notice you in that sis" she said while smirking and winking. "Yeh right, there are going to be thousands of girls bro ! Very unlikely" You said smiling to yourself. Secretly you hoped that it would be true, just to have that beautiful man notice only you while surrounded by thousands of other girls would be an absolute dream. After you both picked your outfits you both decided to have a shower and get your makeup on. As Victoria headed to the shower you heard the noise of people checking into their room next door, you could hear the faint sounds of male voices laughing and teasing eachother. You then moved your attention to the time and decided to start getting ready. You grabbed your bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your CNCO tunes on. 

"Tu fuego me sube, me baja como te conviene A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieresYeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) Baby, that rude girl thing, work, work it on me Cerquita donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) Oh mi, oh my God I give my best, you deserve it Oh mi, oh my God 'Cause you got me countin' the ways"

Afternoon

You were always so slow at getting ready and Vicky was always so quick. "Y/N! I am so hungry girl, can we go get food?" Victoria said while rubbing her belly with a pouty face. You were still adding your final touches to your makeup and look towards Vicky, "I am so down girl but I still got to do a couple of things though, is there anyway you could go alone and maybe bring something back?". She looked at me and saw that you still needed to do your mascara along with brushing and drying your hair. "Alright Y/N, tell me your order and ill go somewhere" Victoria said while getting her phone out ready to write my order down in notes while you were applying your mascara. After Victoria got my order down she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, "I am going to drive to a Mcdonald's drive-thru, I think there is one like 15 mins away but it is rush hour time so I might be a little longer sis. You better be ready when I'm back, OK?!". You nodded back at her with a smile. Victoria then smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I only love you in the middle of the night That's when you're on my mind Every time I get the feeling I can't fight And I know it just ain't rightAl borde de perderte otra vez Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él But for now we just pretend"

You unwrapped the towel on your head and let your still damp hair go free. A notification pinged on your phone and you saw that one of the boys updated their instagram stories. You desperately grabbed your mobile to unlock and see what they could be up to. The story was on Joel’s account and he was taking a video of the guys at rehearsals for tonight. However, you noticed that Zabdiel wasn't there which is strange. You dismissed it and put your phone down to go get the hair dryer. *Knock, Knock*

You stopped on your way to the bedside, and thought that it might have been Victoria maybe she forgot something as its only been 5 minutes and she wouldn't have been that quick. You walk over in your robe that's barely covering your light blue lacy lingerie that you were wearing. "Jesus what have you forgotten Victoria, you muppet!" You open the door and turn around instantly to start going towards the bedside again. Not even noticing who was at the door. "I am nearly ready alright just about to dry my hair, so don't hassle me okay!" you shouted. Then a low raspy voice said "Err.. Lo siento, but I left my key in my room and got locked out. I just need to charge my phone so I can order an Uber.". You stopped and took a minute to process the events. You thought to yourself, [I have heard that voice from somewhere why do I recognise it]. You turn around and realised that it was ZABDIEL DE JESUS. [Why was he in your room? how did it happen? is this a dream?]. While looking at him you noticed that he was looking you up and down hungrily, [What is he looking at?]. You look down and realised how loose the robe was around your body, and that you basically had your all your lingerie on display. You quickly wrapped the robe around tighter so it covered your body. You walked over to him and tried to maintain your sanity. "Sorry, I thought you were my friend. What happened?" you said mortified. He smirked and said "Yeah, sorry again didn't mean to disturb you haha. Basically, I forgot a few things in my room earlier so I came back to get them. But then I walked out the door, leaving my key in the room. And I just need to charge my phone for a second so I can order an Uber to come get me as I am performing tonight". You looked at him starstruck, [I am definitely dreaming, this isn't real]. "Urm yeh sure, my charger is on the bedside" You mumbled while still processing. He walked through and went over to the bedside, plugging his phone in. You then closed the door and followed him into the room. Zabidel was sat down on the bed, patiently wait for his phone to turn on again. His blonde hair looked incredible, all you could think about was running your fingers through it and tugging at it with screams of pleasure. You were staring at him intently, biting your lip just thinking of all the things you both could do at the moment. For months all you have thought about was having Zabdiel alone in a room with you. Zabdiel then looked up to you, "You okay, nena?". You snapped out of it and nodded hastily.  He laughed, he knew that he was making you weak and he was literally doing nothing. "So whats your name?", he questioned. "Its Y/N, and yours?",  you already knew his name but you did not want him knowing that. "Its Zabdiel" he said smiling. You both waited in silence until..

"Niña, tanto tiempo ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¿Qué es de tu vida? (Yeah, yeah) Dicen que estás sufriendo Creo que tengo Una salida"

Your eyes widened, [oh shit, A CNCO SONG HAS COME ON AND ZABDIEL'S SOLO IS PLAYING AND HES RIGHT HERE. He is going to think I am a crazed fan, fuck what do I do]. Zabdiel turned his head to the speaker and laughed. He then looked up towards you, "Good song, don't you think?". [Is he trying to catch me out?, If I break character and turn into crazy fan girl mode he will be out the door in minutes]. You took in a deep breath, "Yeh, its alright I guess". He laughed and stood up. "Why is it only alright? What part do you not like?" he said with a smirk. You could feel your self getting damp, he was so hot and you couldn't contain yourself. You could see his eyes going dark from desire as he could tell you were suffering. You took a moment and looked up to him, as he was so tall when he was stood up in front of you. You bit your lip and said "I guess the first solo is a bit average, wouldn't you say?". Zabdiel could tell what game you were playing and he was loving every moment of it. Zabdiel placed a hand above you on the wall, closed in towards your face, placing another hand around your waist. "So you think I am average then?" he said while intently staring at your lips. You placed a hand on his chest, slowly dragging your finger downwards until you reached his belt and gave it a light tug. "Unless you can prove to me otherwise, then yes" you said cheekily.  He smirked and removed his hand from your waist. Zabdiel in one swift move undid the tie on your robe, and the robe dropped to the floor. Zabdiel took a moment to look at your body in the beautiful blue lacy lingerie and it was killing him. Zabdiel looked into your eyes again and started to kissed you. Your tongues were moving in sync with one another and it was magical. He was such a good kisser and you just wanted more. You grabbed Zabdiels spare hand and moved it towards your core, hoping Zabdiel will play along. Zabdiels breaks from the kiss for a second,  "Mmm Nena, someone is needy". You look at him annoyed, wanting some kind of touch or release, you were becoming desperate. "Please" you mumbled. He smiled and moved his large hands towards your heat, slowly rubbing on it through the laced underwear. That material is making everything more frustrating, you just wanted his touch. Zabdiel could feel how soaked you were and knew you wanted his long fingers pumping in and out of you. You began to moan from frustration. This lit a fire in Zabdiel and you could tell it was getting him really turned on from the obvious hard on he had. Zabdiel then slid underneath the underwear and started to move his fingers along your soaked folds. "Zabdiel, More. Now." You finally demanded. Zabdiel looked towards you and moved his other hand from the walk and entangled it in your damp hair. He sharply tugged it back and moved his lips to your ear, "What made you think you can demand things from me, Necesitas saber tu lugar and I am going to show you it". Zabdiel then thrusted his two long fingers inside of you, stretching you out instantly. You screamed out in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach was going to come undone just from that. He was killing you and you knew it. Zabdiel was not holding back, he attacked your neck while pumping you rapidly. "I'm so close Zabdiel, please let me cum" you screamed. Zabdiel pulled you hair even harder and whispered into your ear "Cum for me princesa". Those words set you off and you felt yourself let go. You were moaning so loudly from pleasure you were worried that the people from the other rooms might complain. Zabdiel started to slow the pace down so you could come down slowly from your high. Zabdiel then removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth sucking off all the juices you left for him. You took a deep breath and said "That was incredible". Zabdiel laughed and looked towards you, "Better than average?". You nodded and smiled back at him feeling your cheeks getting red. Zabdiel took his phone off charge and unlocked it. "I have to go back because the boys will get suspicious. So your obviously coming to the concert tonight so let me have your number because I want to see you later bonita" Zabdiel said before leaning in and giving you a deep kiss. [Is Zabdiel seriously asking me for my number like WTF is this REAL?]. You smiled and said "Yeh sure its ........". Zabdiel noted it down and walked towards the door. "See you later princesa" Zabdiel said with a little wink and a wave. He then closed the door behind him and you laid down on your bed. You were in shock about it all. Your idol came into your room, made you orgasm and then asked for YOUR number. It was a lot to process and you couldn't wait for later as you knew it was going to be the best night of you life. And you weren't just talking about the concert.

#cnco smut #cnco #cnco fanfic #Zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel #zabdiel fic #zabdiel smut

[cncoh-damn]

MISC 13. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” with Zab please????

Does anyone else hear an overly used trope? No? Okay. Sorry this is late, and that it’s kind of short, my brain’s still fried from midterms.

Prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” from this prompt list.

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If there’s one thing college sophomore Zabdiel de Jesus could appreciate about the on-campus coffee shop (aside from the wide selection of pastries and drinks, of course), it’d have to be the barista. She looked to be his age, maybe a year younger, maybe a year older, he wasn’t really sure. What he was sure of was that she knew how to make a good cup of coffee, strong enough to jolt him awake when he was too tired from a late night of studying and doing homework. That, and she had a pretty smile.

“Ay papa,” Christopher says, looking up from his laptop. Of course Zab would take any excuse to camp out in the café, and while Chris did enjoy it at first, it soon became an exhausting wait. “If you’re going to ask her out, then do it already.”

The tips of Zabdiel’s ears turn pink, and it only turns darker when the barista (”Her name’s (Y/n),” Richard told them. “I share my Intro to Psych class with her.”) turns to their general direction. Just his luck that he picked a table near the door as his usual table—how was he supposed to know that she had a thing for looking out the door?—and it’s just his luck that his friend was quickly getting fed up with him not doing anything about the painfully obvious crush he had on her.

“What do you want me to do?” He mutters, seemingly focused on his laptop. Seemingly being the keyword; Chris had a front-row seat to how often the taller male would look in (Y/n)’s direction.

“Habla con ella, güey.” The way Chris says it turns Zabdiel’s face an interesting shade of pink, and he ducks behind his laptop just in time to hide from her. “¿Qué tienes que perder?”

“It’s not that easy,” Zabdiel grumbles, typing away at the essay he’d been procrastinating on for the past week. “No quiero hacer nada estúpido, and I don’t want to make anything awkward either.” To this, his friend just shakes his head, about to retort when a familiar, feminine voice speaks up.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” (Y/n) has her hands clasped behind her back, an apologetic grin on her lips as she gestures to the slowly emptying store, “But I’m supposed to close soon. If you guys want one last refill, please let me know now.” That’s all she says before going to other tables, giving them that same smile and a similar statement, completely oblivious to how Zabdiel’s eyes followed her around.

“You’ve got it bad, papa,” Christopher says, snickering as he begins to put his things away. Noticing that she’s returned to her spot behind the counter, the brunet nudges his empty mug over to his friend, a sly gleam in his eyes. “I don’t need anymore coffee, pero she’d probably appreciate having one less table to clean up.” The way he punctuated the statement with a wiggle of his brows had his friend groaning, but nonetheless, Zabdiel picks up their empty mugs and makes his way to the granite countertop of (Y/n)’s workstation.

“Here.” You’re a little surprised when the clink of ceramic and granite hit your ears, and the surprise only grows when you look up at whoever put the mugs down. Surprise, surprise, it’s one of your best customers, a tall blond—who, according to one of your co-workers, recently bleached his hair—that always showed up around the time of your shifts. He’s also a regular coffee-drinker, often nodding whenever you approached him to refill the mug. Matter of fact, that’s exactly what prompts your response.

“Do you want a refill?” Much to your surprise—wow, he’s really good at that, and you don’t even know his name—he shakes his head, pushing them closer to you.

“We’re leaving soon, and I figured you’d want two less mugs to grab before you close.” It’s an odd thing to do, especially for someone who’s never really stuck around until closing, and you just nod, taking the mugs from the counter and setting them in the sink. When you turn back to face the rest of the café, you expected him to be gone, but he’s still there, fidgeting in place. Weird.

“Do you need anything else?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. There’s still ten minutes until you close, so maybe he wanted a pastry or something. Hopefully he says what he wants, because those ten minutes could go by pretty quickly, and you still had a few chapters left to read for your Developmental Psych class.

“Uh...” Whatever it is, you didn’t anticipate him looking down, before blurting, “I just wanted to know if you come here often?” The question makes you blink, before a soft chuckle slips past your lips.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” From the way he refused to look at you, it’s easy to tell he’s embarrassed. Then again, you muse, anyone would be. It’s a cheesy as hell pick-up line after all, one that had an obvious answer, given how frequently he saw you behind the counter. A smile plays on your lips as you scribble something on a piece of paper, pushing it towards him before drumming your fingers on the counter.

“If you want to talk to me when I’m off the job, then here.” There’s no denying how cute the tiny grin he gives you is, and you wave goodbye to him as he and his friend leave.

The rest of closing goes smoothly, and you leave the last of the mugs and dishes on the rack to dry, covering them with a towel for your co-worker. Just as you’re about to collect your things from the staff room, your phone buzzes, alerting you to a text.

???: Sorry for the lame line, nena. My name’s Zabdiel, by the way, and if you were free this Thursday, maybe we could hang out?

#zabdiel de jesus blurb #cnco imagine #cnco blurb #zabdiel de jesus imagine #zabdiel de jesus #badboysobsession #asks

[thelingomouse]

Tuesday, March 24th, 2020 - posted late. . .

Overview/Outline of today.

This morning was a decent enough day... though I was a bit lazy and did not get as much as I thought that I did do. But it was okay. Today I learned a few new words and practiced writing. 

In the afternoon around the time I was eating lunch I listened to some new songs and they gave me some new insight on word meaning. 

This evening I talked with some friends and read a couple articles about showering and bathing before eating dinner. 

Tonight I settled down to work on my GED work and SAT work - English studies and am now writing this. 

Journal entry for the day. 

Today was March 24th. It was a nice day. I got to talk with some friends that I hadn’t spoken to in a while it was nice. I am happy with my progress today because I have gotten a lot done and so I didn’t have to worry too much about my to-do list tomorrow since I got a lot done tomorrow. I’ve begun to write to - do lists to keep myself more focused. 

Reading List.

Today I didn’t read anything exciting... 

Speaking

I spoke on the phone today, it was nice. I spoke with a friend and learned some Turkish and German from them. Another friend I spoke in French, it was okay. though not the best as we do not know French that well and are both practicing together but it is nice because we are able to learn and help each other with this learning :) 

Listening 

99 Luftballons by Nena has been on my brain lately both the German and English versions. It’s quite interesting and I like the lyrics... though the German ones seem to be more... accurate to the meaning that the lyrics try to convey otherwise it is a great song. I haven’t listened to anything really new lately.

Writing 

I practiced writing today but I do not have the paper right at this moment... but my current words per minute sits around 75 on a good day... 

Vocabulary 

I do not have a vocabulary list for today... 

Understanding

I feel I understand things alright... I need to write things out a bit better and work on it deliberately every day and it’ll work better for me :) 

Culture + YT

At the moment I’ve been too depressed with the news on the Coronavirus I haven’t been reading things up at the moment, but I’ll look into it ... Tomorrow. I just don’t have many things to know/learn at least that I think because I have grown up here.

Language Test + Typing Test

I haven’t taken any tests today... I will tomorrow as well.

Review 

Today was alright. I have found I can write things pretty quickly on here... now that I know how to make this blog post. :D 

Practice

I can improve by writing more work and then following through on it. I will have to make sure that I write clear steps and have everything set up as this is a new habit and I want to build it. 

Teaching

The English language is a very interesting one. For those who take English as a second language it may be a bit difficult at first but never give up and know that even native speakers are still learning English.

Blog + Share Knowledge

I haven’t found any interesting links today... I’ve written a lot though - today was really a writing day... ^^; 

The End of the day

Today was a good day... though I wasn’t very productive learning English specifically I did use different words today and throughout the day in other languages. I need to learn how to spell the word “Definitely” and to try to write a linguistic essay.

Overview/Outline of the plan for the next day. 

My plans for tomorrow are to learn to spell the word, “Definitely” and to try to write a linguistic essay. Then to learn and practice some more words and grammar so I can help more people learn English. I also need to complete some more chapters in my GED book... 

The End. 

[richukisbb]

I’m soft for Chris rn 😭 I’m so stressed with school rn, my final is on Thursday but I have an essay due tomorrow and my brain is fried 🙃 I just wish Chris would be here to cuddle w me and help me destress❤️

AHHHH good luck on your final bb! YOU GONNA GET THEM GRADES AND THE BOYS WOULD 10000% SUPPORT YA!

Chris especially yk? I mean i feel that he’d genuinely want to make sure that you’ re okay. So maybe like you’re super frustrated and you decide to take a break from studies so you go find him on the sofa.

His arms are already wide open for ya!! and you just fall into him. He’s so supportive and just lets silence fall between you. 

If you ever have a moment of doubt that you can’t do it, chris is the first to be like “nena! you got this. i believe in you.”

Damn wish i had someone like chris for times of stress 😔✊🏼

#ask

[magic-marvel]

Nena

Nena x Clint x Scott (platonic)

First Name Blurb for my wife Nena!! I hope you like it angel!!! @imnotbitter-anna

(also this fic is for MCU scott and clint but i thought this gif was perfect)

You stared at a blank screen, watching a solid black line blink in and out in patience. It was waiting for words to follow, spews of sentences that couldn’t quite come to form. You were getting frustrated. A furrow in your brow only got deeper the more you squinted at the screen, so much that whenever you blinked, you saw a bright after image of a white square in your vision.

You were applying for colleges and can’t quite figure out how to type out your personal statement.

To put it simply, you were stumped. You groaned in frustration and shoved your laptop away, finally forcing your own eyes to take a break from staring at the screen for so long.

“Woah, what’s going on here, Nena?” A familiar voice rounded the corner to the living area where you were. You laid flat against the couch, propping your feet up against the furthest armrest.

“I’m just frustrated, Scotty.” You admitted, shoving a pillow into your face in an effort to hide yourself.

You felt the pillow get pulled off your face, and you watched as Scott tossed it on the floor so he can sit next to you. Making a face at him, he simply ignored it and continued to get settled.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you so frustrated?” Scott asked as he pulled your laptop onto his own lap. He was met with an empty screen and looked back up to you in confusion.

You didn’t say anything at first, almost embarrassed to tell him that you were struggling with a college application. Scott has been through worst, a divorce, prison, and even house arrest. It didn’t sit well with you to complain to him about something as simple as a personal statement.

“It’s no big deal.” You finally spoke up.

Scott shifted on the floor, looking straight to your own brown eyes with his hazel ones. The closer he looked, the more he realized the flicks of green in your eyes. He hadn’t noticed them before, and he thought he had noticed all of your hidden details by now.

“What’s no big deal?” A new voice entered, Clint, with the clangs of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl.

He flung your legs off the couch, enforcing the rule of “No Shoes on the Furniture” before taking a seat next to you.

“Nena won’t tell me.” Scott answered, still boring his eyes into yours in an effort to pressure you into telling them.

“You alright kiddo?” Clint asked as he scooped more cereal into his mouth.

“It’s stupid, okay? Stop hounding me about it.” You spoke up, tossing a different pillow into Scott’s face.

“Alright. If you don’t wanna tell us I can just go get Natash-“

“NO!” You sat up, interrupting Clint before he can finish her name. The one person you didn’t want finding out was Nat. She would use all her interrogation tricks on you until you admitted not only your struggles with the application, but just about every single skeleton in your closet.

You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts to try and figure out how to tell them your issue in the least embarrassing way possible. It took a few moments, but you finally said what was bothering you.

“I can’t type my personal statement.” You stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the laughter to follow.

“That’s it?” Scott spoke up. Followed by yet another pillow to the face from Clint.

“What’s got you so stuck, Nena?” Clint asked attempting to be more useful than Scott.

You didn’t want to explain, hoping that they would just leave you alone now.

“I... I don’t know what to write about. I’m not- There’s nothing special about me that colleges want.” You admitted, earning a few moments of silence from the boys.

They looked at each other, sadness pooling in their own hearts as you explained. It hurt for them to hear that, knowing that is what you thought of yourself. They felt it was undeserving, especially to someone who was as special as you.

“That’s a load of bull and you know it.” Clint spoke up, cutting through the silence with his rough voice.

You said nothing, feeling as if there was no point in arguing. They were family to you, of course they would try and convince you otherwise.

“You know, as much as everyone likes to make it out that I’m an idiot, I can help you write your essay?” Scott offered, choosing rather to help your issue instead of fight you on your feelings.

You looked over at him, a small frown on your face with a hint of hope in your eyes.

“Really?” You asked.

“How ‘bout I help out too? I got a lot of ‘personal statements’ about you kid.” Clint chimed in, putting his cereal down on the coffee table.

You sat up, a smile slowly making its way on your features.

“You guys would really help?” You looked from each of them, watching as they looked at each other with a shrug.

“How hard can it be? Like Barton said, you got a lot of personality to talk about.” Scott handed you the laptop, settling in on the floor in a more comfortable situation.

Clint sat back and reached towards you, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze before all three of you began working on the essay together. You pushed back a lock of your short hair behind your ear before opening back up the blank document.

Within the same night, you got it finished and approved by just about every Avenger that was in the compound. Everyone thought that this essay was a sure-fire way for you to get in, no college could say no to you now.

The two fathers knew all it took was a little help and you would be well on your way to getting these applications done and sent in. And they will be right there next to you when you opened your acceptance letters.

#name blurb night #nena x clint x scott #platonic #scott lang #clint barton #mcu #marvel #nena