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trash-king18 · 9 months

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miguelxpregnant!reader drabble

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im so sorry but i can just imagine miguel laying his head on his wife’s stomach as he often does to get her to play with his hair because he’s a big baby and after laying down for a second he shoots up looking like he can’t believe something just happened

“ay miguel wtf”

he just shushes you and puts his head back to your stomach and when he looks up at you he has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face

“oh my god what is wrong with you”

“mi vida… you’re pregnant”

“..what? no baby im not”

he looks like it’s christmas morning “yes cariño you are”

“how do you know” you’re assuming he was gonna say that he had a feeling

“i can hear it” you look at him like he’s gone insane

“hear what?”

“a heartbeat”

“uh yeah.. mine?”

he rolls his eyes “no.” his hands come to the sides of your waist and he just stares in wonder at your belly

“there’s another one. it’s small but it’s there”

“migs..” you place a hand on his face, you feel bad

“i know you want it to be true but i think i would know if i was over a month pregnant” (heartbeats develop around 35 days)

he just brings your hand down gently still smiling like a madman but then he looks at you very seriously “baby when was your last period”

you think about it for a second. you’ve been literally so wrapped up in work you hadn’t even noticed. your hand comes up to your mouth

“oh my god.”

he’s practically beaming at you but you.. just feel nauseous. “holy shit”

you spring up and run to the bathroom and lock yourself in. you hadn’t told him but you’d stashed a couple tests under the sink. you pulled every single one out and used all three.

he’s outside the bathroom door knocking repeatedly begging you to come out or let him in but you just sit on the floor too scared to look.

“bebe please come out”

“no”

“mi amor i will break this door down”

“don’t you dare”

you heard him sigh and slide down the wall to sit on the floor outside the door.

you wanted this. eventually. you were sure of it but you had expected it to be planned, you weren’t even off the pill yet.

your hands were trembling as you finally picked the test up and flipped the first one over.

and then the second

and then the third.

you sat on the floor a while longer to process. a few minutes later you finally open the door and his head turns to you, face full of concern. you put your hand on his shoulder so he doesn’t get up. you take a shaky breath and hand him the test

he takes it from your hand gently. his eyes widen as he reads it. he looks back up at you. your eyes are puffy you’d clearly been crying but before he can say something like “we have other options” “we don’t have to do this yet if you’re not ready” (which is exactly what he was about to say)

you look at him dead serious and threaten “if you baby me or smother me or try to keep me from working i will make you wish you were never born” but he isn’t even listening he just throws the test aside and pulls you down into his arms. you feel his shoulders shudder slightly

“miggy are you crying?”

he sniffles and looks down as you tip his face up with your hands

“aww mi cielo why are you crying”

“i just never thought i’d get another chance”

you wipe the tears from his face with your thumbs gently.

“well i guess we’re gonna have six kids now”

“six?”

“yeah”

he rolls his eyes even as another tear sneaks it’s way down his cheek “the spider teens are not our children”

“really? because we’ve essentially adopted all five of em”

“speak for yourself”

“oh come on migs i know you love em, even hobie”

“no.”

“mmmhm. i think i’m gonna ask him to be the godfather oo or maybe peter b”

his voice is firm but his face is soft and his eyes are still staring at you like you’re a real life angel he shakes his head gently “you will do no such thing cariño”

“don’t tell me you were planning on asking lego spider man”

“i-“

“god the attachment you have to that piece of plastic is concerning”

“don’t disrespect him like that”

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the ending was not planned but it made me giggle and i hope you enjoyed

#across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #spiderman 2099 #atsv #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel ohara fic #miguel ohara fanfiction #dad miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble

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judgementdaysunshine · 3 months

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"It's nice when someone remembers the smallest details about you, not because you keep reminding them but because they care"

with damian priest x reader where she never had a boyfriend during vday and he makes it special for her

Real angel

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You have your very first Valentine's Day with Damian and share it with someone for the very first time ever

You smile turning your head as you get awake while Damian pressed soft kisses on your shoulder "Morning Mi vida" you turn to putty by him speaking Spanish to you sharing a soft kiss as you get up and the smile grows being handed a bouquet of roses and reading the card he got you. "Baby, I'm tearing up" you smile holding the letter he wrote for you sharing another kiss before he brought you breakfast in bed as he opened the card you got him "Thank you mi amor but this day is about you" you shake your head as he kissed your cheek changing into a pink dress stopping when you see damian in a tux making him laugh when he catches you looking at him in the mirror looking you up and down "Un verdadero angel right in front of me" he lifts you in his arms giggling as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders spending the whole day out together looking at your phone when you get a notification looking to see a post damian made on Instagram of you in the flower field the two of you were in earlier laughing looking at him with the caption "My beautiful angel that I never knew would come into my life and has changed it wonderfully, you are the world to me and I love you forever and always Mariposa Happy first of many Valentine's Day together" you tear up looking over at damian as he intertwined your hands using his other to wipe a tear away "Oh bebe don't cry". The two of you have lunch being surprised when the two of you go salsa dancing having an amazing time swooning just how good he was at it enjoying dinner before kissing you sweetly taking you upstairs stripping you down in between paused kisses between each other turning to honey at him kissing up your legs taking his time on pleasuring you with his mouth before kissing up the rest of you body after stripping his pants and boxers off caressing your face before he was holding you against him thrusting and meeting each other's hips turning to jelly as he filled the tub carrying and putting you in the tub washing you slowly noticing how throughout the day of how he remembered what you liked with everything the two of you did kissing his cheek as he drys you off tucking you under the covers joining you a second later kissing your neck "Thank you for today baby" he shakes his head kissing your nose "No need to love" you tangle your fingers in his hair "I do you made this day wonderful and my first Valentine's Day ever with someone, It's nice when someone remembers the smallest details about you, not because you keep reminding them but because they care" his heart melts knowing how much he made the day wonderful for you "I love you bebita" he intertwined your hands as your back presses against his chest having the best and first Valentine's Day with him ever but he smiles more hearing you say "You're my real angel, I love you" sharing a final tender kiss before falling asleep.

#wwe x reader #damian priest #damian priest x reader #wwe

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spider-kitty23 · 11 months

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Toxicity 18+

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x afab! spider-reader

Summary; After a night of arguing about what to do about the M.I.A Miles Morales, your short-tempered boss finally snaps and reveals a side of him you've never seen, and you like it.

Tags/Warnings; Smut! Lots of plot! Rough sex, Arguing, Mentions of biting, Unprotected sex (oopsie), Blowjob after p in v ,Dirty talk, Pain kink, light power play, degradation/praise, Caught?.

WC; 3.6k

Some Spanish words so here are the translations :)

Dios mio = My god

Pendeja = Idiot

Princesa = Princess

Bebe = Baby

Cállate la boca = Shut your mouth

Ay coño = Oh fuck

Cállate = Shut up

Mi vida = My life

"This is your fault, Gwen." Miguel growled with anger in his eyes as he stared daggers into the young teen.

Moments had passed since the frightened Miles made his big escape from HQ and rather than take responsibility for attacking and scaring him off, Miguel was going on a rampage about who to blame.

Nobody, including you, dared to say a word as he stormed towards Gwen in an almost animalistic manner. Like the 'vampire' in him was taking over. He came to a stop directly in front of the heaving teen where he towered over her and continued to stare into her soul with his now reddened eyes.

"You were too hard on him! Let me talk to him- He's my friend!" she pleaded in a wobbling voice that betrayed the fire in her heart to stand up for Miles.

Miguel didn't respond at first.

Instead, he took a few short breaths and titled his head back to pinch the bridge of his nose before speaking, "We already tried that." he muttered in a strained voice, "And look where that got us."

You could tell he was resisting the urge to scream at your fellow spider-woman.

You just know him like that.

Of course as one of the first recruited spider people of the spider society, you two were closer than most.

Well, at least as close as Miguel would let you two get before shutting down his feelings and becoming the intimidating leader everyone knew him as.

And since you know him so well, usually you wouldn't protest against his decisions or actions. But considering this was the last straw for Gwen, who you had grown to look out for in an almost motherly way, you had to say something to stop him from kicking her out of the spider society.

"Miguel...go easy on her." you said from your spot on the ceiling, where you were calmly observing the situation.

The sound of your voice immediately caught the attention of everyone in the room because apparently nobody had noticed your presence thanks to your unique ability to turn invisible like Miles.

At the mention of his name, your boss/leader snapped his head in your direction and glared at you, "And where were you during all of this?!" He asked while placing his hands on his hips as he turned to face you.

"Right here." you shrugged with a small smile before using your webs to anchor a secure way to lower yourself down from the ceiling and onto ground level with everyone else.

Being one of the more organic spider people (besides turning invisible), it was in your nature to partake in spider-like behaviors, which was usually never a problem back in your home dimension. But here in Nueva York, aka Miguel's home dimension, he found it annoying that you were always hanging from ceilings and quietly crawling along the walls.

"Y/n! Thank god you're here." Gwen grinned while raising her sleeve to her face in an attempt to discreetly wipe the tears forming in her eyes. Just as you reached the ground and stablized yourself, she ran to you and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

"Woah there!" You giggled softly before returning her embrace by cradling her waist and head.

She laughed along with you as she leaned back for a moment to look at you, "Please, you guys have to let me talk to him. He-He just doesn't understand." she pleaded, returning to her frantic state from moments ago.

You weren't sure how to handle this.

On one hand, Miles has every right to want to save his father. He's just a kid after all.

But on the other hand, Miguel knows better than anyone why the canon can never be disrupted, so it would be foolish to ignore what he says.

You thought about it for a moment and figured there was no way to please both your boss and Gwen. No matter what happened, one of them would be left upset.

And with that, you took a deep breath and took Gwen's hands in yours, "You're right, Gwen. You know him better than anyone here, so you have to be the one to bring him back." you announced with certainty that you were dead after this.

"So go. Bring him back. Go." is the last thing you said to Gwen before breaking the hug and giving her an approving nod.

In the blink of an eye she was gone.

Off to find Miles and return him to HQ where we could further explain the canon to him with the hopes of changing his mind about his father.

It was crazy and out of line of you but you didn't care.

You were ready for the heat.

"So. I'm in trouble, huh?" you sighed while glancing toward Miguel, allowing you to catch a glimpse of him that left you with a fear no villain could ever enlist in you.

"So much trouble." he growled and looked at you, his eyes so dark they triggered your spidey senses.

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After kicking out every other spider person and ordering Lyla to work with spider-byte on tracking Miles in another room, it was just you and Miguel in his office.

"Dios mio, y/n. What were you thinking?!" he shouted at you as he paced the room back and forth in a short line with his hands on his hips. You had never seen him so mad before, but you weren't surprised considering you had gone against his direct orders of well, never giving out orders.

It wasn't your place.

But then again you never were really the type to follow rules, and he knew that.

He also knew you felt no remorse for your actions and would probably do it again. You were nothing but a disobedient spider-woman to him, and he hated it.

So imagine his annoyance as you sat there in HIS office chair rolling your eyes and messing around with your web slingers, not listening to a word he is saying.

"Do you even realize how bad this is for the canon?! Ay, pendeja?!" he continued cursing you in English and Spanish, something he did when he was particularly upset.

You couldn't help but scoff, he had been chewing you out the entire time without even stopping to hear your side and why you did what you did.

It was frustrating to say the least.

Finally having enough of it, you stood from your seat and crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to feel bigger in front of the ridiculously large man.

"You gonna let me explain myself or what?" You asked as you patiently waited for him to stop pacing, even though it was clear he wouldn't be doing so anytime soon.

"What is there to explain?!" Miguel raised his voice to the point that his words were echoing off the walls like booming lyrics being blasted out of speakers.

He came to a stop and turned his body toward yours to tower over you in his usual intimidating nature.

Staring up at him as his broad muscular shoulders heaved with every breath he took, you nearly forgot what the two of you were even arguing about.

Because no matter how many times he screamed at you or gave you nasty looks, you could never deny the fact that he was one of, if not the most attractive man you have ever seen.

With high cheekbones, narrowly seductive eyes, plump lips, and muscles for days, he was truly a work of art. Hand carved by god or whoever is running this shit show themselves.

It was normal for you to feel attracted to him.

So it was no surprise that your stomach became knotted and full of butterflies at the sight of him so riled up and angry.

Miguel knew by the sound of your pounding heart that you were either terrified or aroused by him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He couldn't know for sure that you wanted him the same way he so desperately wanted you, not without using his other senses of course.

Taking a few steps toward you, he watched and listened for your reaction and for any signs to confirm his suspicion.

"W-Well...you see," you began the start of your explanation, "Gwen was right. You were too hard on him, you should have let her do the talking." you attempted to make your point despite how close he was getting to you.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, his hands still on his hips as he took yet another step in your direction. You retaliated by backing away.

"Is that so?" he tilted his head with forced amusement on his handsome face, "And what makes you so sure of that? Hm, Princesa?" he finally has you cornered with your back against the wall.

Your heart fluttered at the pet name.

You knew he was taunting you but something about the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly made your stomach begin to coil. It also didn't help that he had you pinned up against a wall with his hot breath fanning your face as he used one arm to hold himself up and leaned down to your level.

Gulping, you had no response for him which caused a smirk to spread across his face and reveal a glimmer of his fangs. "Don't get quiet now, Bebe. You started this conversation, so finish it." Miguel continued with his tactics, loving the effect he had on you.

Using his free hand, he gently caressed your jaw and placed his finger below your chin. This allowed him to tilt your head back and force you to look up at him with sultry eyes.

"Miguel..." you whispered in defeat as you gave in to the attraction and tension between the two of you.

In a matter of seconds, his lips came crashing down against yours so roughly it nearly knocked you over. But he caught you immediately by wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you close to his broad chest.

It took a moment for your tongues to find a rhythm because of his fangs occasionally bumping into your more-so-normal teeth. Despite the hassle, the two of you never broke the intimate kiss, no matter how many tooth-to-fang collisions you had.

As his lips and tongue worked their magic with yours, his hands explored your body desperately and darted from place to place as if he were too excited to focus on one part to touch.

Miguel felt along the curve of your waist and hips where he could grip onto the softness of your love handles. He loved the way you writhed under his fingertips due to how sensitive to touch you had become.

But if we're being completely honest he was the same tense mess in the palm of your hands while your lips moved together in sync. "Jump for me, Princesa." he muttered breathlessly after placing his large hands on the backs of your thighs to support you.

Without any hesitation, you did as he said. This allowed him to carry you over to his desk where his lips met with yours once again, leading to another make-out session.

And even though Miguel was slowly falling in love with the way you tasted, he couldn't help but want more as the bulge in his suit grew tighter and tighter to the point of being uncomfortable. I mean it wasn't his suit's fault.

It's not like they're made for getting hard on's during battle.

You knew how he felt though, just in a different way.

You yourself were squirming at the slickness building between your thighs and the tight black and pink suit you were wearing wasn't helping with the friction at all.

Growing impatient, Miguel lowered you to your feet and broke the kiss, "What're you-" before you could finish your question he was bending you over the desk.

"Don't get mad at me for this." His words were followed by the sound of his claws extending and then, rip!

In the blink of an eye, he tore open the back of your suit effortlessly, your leggings and underwear facing the same fate soon after.

"Miguel!" You let out a frustrated groan. What were you supposed to tell your Aunt May who made that suit for you? Or any of the other spider people out those doors when you walk out with a Miguel-sized tear on your behind?

"¡Cállate la boca." he cursed while disassembling his suit so that he is left in nothing but the pair of grey sweatpants and black boxers he always wore underneath.

No shirt though just because.

You hated the fact he continued to insult you in Spanish but made little to no protests because of how badly you wanted him right now. At the sound of his shuffling clothing, you turned your head back to get a glance at his glory since you have never seen him without his suit on.

The sight alone was nearly enough to make you orgasm on the spot.

His entire torso is covered in muscles and his skin is glistening due to the thin layer of sweat building upon it. He is even more beautiful under that tech-ridden suit of his.

But as your eyes lingered lower and lower, you couldn't help but gulp at the length and thickness of his erect cock in his hand being loosely pumped and prepped.

Miguel's eyes meet yours, allowing you to watch as they flicker between their usual shade of brown and deep blood red as if he's fighting to stay composed.

Struggling to maintain patience yourself, you squeezed your thighs together and pushed your hips back towards his. With a low growl of desperation, Miguel glided the veiny shaft of his cock between your folds and against your pulsating clit to collect the slick wetness.

"Tell me what you want, Princesa." he ordered as he repeated the teasing motion and caused you to whimper into the palm of your hand.

You both knew any and all noise made would echo off the walls and out into the rest of the building, but that didn't stop Miguel from milking every sound he could out of you while taunting your needy cunt.

Holding back a moan, you lifted your head and looked back to him, "I want you to-" you halted to let out a gasp of pleasure as the tip of his manhood rubbed your sensitive clit just right.

"I want you to fuck me." You finished your request in a whine soft enough to resemble a whisper, your face flushing to a shade of red from embarrassment.

You didn't have much time to dwell on it because in just one second, Miguel had lined his cock up with your throbbing entrance and snapped his hips forward to shove his length into the heat of your pussy.

The two of you moaned in sync at the tight and hot feeling of your plush walls clenching around him, you nearly screamed at the stinging stretch of your body adjusting to his girth.

"Ay, coño..." Miguel growled deeply enough to trigger your spidey senses once again, but for some reason, this only aroused you even more.

The idea of pure bliss sending him into such an animalistic state made your stomach knot and coil as he placed his hands on both sides of your hips with his claws now out and digging into your soft skin.

"Miguel~" you whined his name eagerly, the pain of his nails stabbing you and the pleasure of his cock roughly slamming in and out of your burning cunt melding together.

At this point, your brain was mush from the sheer overwhelming feeling of being fucked by this man, so much so that you didn't even notice him leaning onto you and resting his chest on your arched back.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his plump lips peppered kisses along your shoulder and neck in sync with the movement of his hips, "You feel so good, y/n." Miguel grunted while his mouth fell agape, "I can't control myself." he murmured before suddenly clamping his fangs into the smooth skin of your shoulder.

You winced in pain and felt yourself becoming woozy from the multiple sensations. He was truly marking you as his own, something he had never felt inquired to do before when being intimate with someone.

You were different though, and the moment his lips met yours he turned feral.

He was no longer your boss Miguel O'Hara or Spiderman 2099. He was a wild animal with one goal in mind.

And that was to make you his.

"Mi...Miguel..." All you could do was moan out incoherent versions of his name as he pounded into you like his life depended on it and his wandering hands made their way around your body, savoring every second of you.

"You're being so good for me, Princesa. S'good~" he trailed off while removing his fangs from your shoulder and directing his focus to your breasts in his hands. He kneaded them roughly as his palms pressed against your sensitive nubs, adding a new sensation to the experience.

The desk beneath the two of you wobbled and shook aggressively, making enough noise to cover up your whines and his growls but not well enough to stop a passing Spiderman from hearing the commotion and triggering your spidey senses.

This was a different trigger than Miguel's behavior, so you knew you had to think quickly.

"Is everything okay in there?" A voice calls out just as you shoot a web to the door's lock and successfully stop the man from entering and catching the two of you.

Miguel's red eyes snap towards the door, a sinister smirk spreading across his devious face. You could practically see the light bulb go on over his head, he was planning something.

"Everything's fine...in here." he cleared his throat while slowing his hips to a more calm pace.

You let out a sigh of relief thinking you were in the clear, until you feel one of his hands linger away from your breast and down to your soaked pussy.

With wide eyes you grab his wrist, "Stop you're gonna get us caught." you whispered.

"Didn't I tell you to cállate?" Miguel took both of your hands and pinned them to your back at your wrists, "Hey!" you called out only to be interrupted from further complaints by a plaster of webs being shot over your mouth.

"Any updates on the Morales kid?" he spoke to the Spiderman through the door as if everything were normal while returning his fingers to your cunt and directing two of them to your throbbing clit.

Your brain nearly melted when he slammed his hips into you at the same pace as earlier. You couldn't even hear what they were talking about due to the bliss you were in.

The coil that had been building in your stomach was unraveling at a rapid speed causing your spongey walls to clench around Miguel's manhood so tightly he couldn't help but hiss.

Your body tensed and trembled as you reached your climax with a scream barely muffled by the webs of the makeshift gag Miguel had shot onto your lips. But you didn't care. You were in so much euphoria you forgot where you were, who you were, and what you were doing.

Miguel chuckled and continued his actions to guide you through your high until you returned to your senses, "Holy fuck, Miguel that was..." you panted, still incoherent through the web muzzle.

Little did you know, he wasn't done with you just yet.

He still hadn't finished, and there was something he had been wanting to do since you joined the spider society.

In one swift motion, Miguel pulled you up by your arm and pushed you onto the floor on your knees for him.

"I've been wanting to put that dirty mouth of yours to use for a while now, mi vida." he said while caressing your cheek, "Never had the chance until now." he continued before using his fingers to remove the web plaster from your soft lips.

Staring up at him you take his twitching and dripping wet cock into your trembling hands. "Go on, you got me like this so finish the job." he coaxed you with his gentle words and cunning smirk.

Opening your mouth as wide as you can, you wrap your lips around his shaft and curl your tongue under his tip. The second you do so, Miguel's knees buckle and his hand finds its way to the top of your head where his fingers entangle themselves in your hair.

Keeping your mouth in this position, you move your head in a slow and torturous rhythm, attempting to savor every minute of Miguel's groans and grunts. It doesn't take long before he is taking control of the situation like always and thrusting himself into your mouth at a more suitable pace.

Within seconds he is painting the back of your throat with his climax, a trail of muttered obscenities leaving his parted lips.

As the two of you are cleaning up and getting your stories straight, Miguel looks at you and offers you a genuine smile, the first you've ever seen out of him.

"So is now a bad time to ask you out for dinner?"

"You usually do that BEFORE what we just did. But sure, dinner sounds nice."

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #fanfic #one shot #female reader #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman smut #smut #not safe for minors #fem reader #miguel o'hara one shot #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #oneshot

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spectacularlyignorantt · 3 years

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For Young Royals ff writers

I started reading YR fanfiction and I noticed people using Spanish in several occasions. Since it’s canon from the show I think it’s amazing authors are trying to incorporate it but sometimes it doesn’t sound as natural. As a writer I know is really hard and also brave to work around something you don't know. That being said, I hope this guide is helpful.

1. I want to address something important because it is kinda offensive: they’re not Spanish. There’s a difference between language and nationality. Since both Omar and Carmen -Linda- have Latino heritage, is proper to assume the family comes in a way or another from South America. I read a bunch of fics in which people referred to them as Spanish, but they are Latinos. Spanish music, culture and cuisine are rather different. Please take this into account.

2. Pet names: really cute but also kinda cringy when it's not well executed. 'Mi amor' means my love. It's normal from a parent, it's serious coming from a 16 yo boy to another. I would use it when the relationship gets serious and try to not overuse it. If they are older and married, go for it. An older Crown Prince Wilhelm would totally make his husband blush by calling him mi amor. Mi vida (my life) is not frequent coming from a parent, less serious believe it or not and really nice. But also I wouldn't use it if you are trying to make one of them swoon for the other. It's not as romantic as it sounds in English. Bebe means baby, of course. I think it's cute, this one you can totally overuse. Sounds fresh and young, I think Simon would go for bebe and Wille would die every time. I know darling it's pretty normal in English, but cariño sounds way too motherly to me. I would only use it between Willmon if they are older and married. Cielo means sky, which sounds weird, I know. But some people use it as a pet name. Mi cielo - my sky- as well. In a way, it means 'my everything'. Idk why. Maybe bc the sky covers everything. Who knows. I like it but it's a personal opinion. Mijo means my son. It's pretty common in Latinamerica. Parents use it all the time. Maybe try not to overuse it. Not because it's wrong, but it often feels like you´re trying too much to make them sound bilingual. Good alternatives are: hijo, amor mio, mi amor, cariño, mi cielo.

Te amo and Te quiero are not the same. Te amo is I love you, but Te Quiero means I love you (chill version). Linda tells Simon both 'te quiero' and 'te amo' at some point, which works because it's normal from a parent or a son/daughter. Te quiero is less serious, works great between friends. Some people say te quiero when they aren't ready to say Te amo, but I wouldn't use it coming from Simon to Wille. It would be out of character. Use it between Sara-Simon-Linda.

Te adoro means I adore you. Is not common but is CUTE AND ROMANTIC. This one is completely personal, take it with a grain of salt.

Mi principe means my prince, but sounds cringy. His mom could say 'tu principe azul' which means 'your prince charming' while trying to embarrass Simon. He would blush, cute.

Well written-normal phrases:

'¿como estas?': How are you?

'bien, ¿y tu?': well, and you?

'Como te fue hoy?': how was your day?

'Todo va a estar bien': everything will be fine.

'¿Necesitas algo?': Do you need something?

'No, gracias' 'Si, gracias': No and Yes, thank you.

‘Perdon’: Im sorry

‘Te extraño’: I miss you

'¿Qué quieres cenar?': What do you want for dinner?

'¿Tienes tarea?': Do you have homework?

'¿Cómo está Wilhelm?': How is Wilhelm?

‘Mamá’: Mom (Wille calls his mom ‘mama’ or ‘mamma’, but it’s a different pronunciation. I believe Simon says ‘Si, mamá’ at some point. That’s spanish.)

‘Mami’: Mom but cuter

‘Má’: Mom but shorter.

‘Madre’: Mother

If you have any other suggestions for pet names/words/phrases and how to apply them, send me a message!

3. Common phrases: it's important to notice that only Linda and Simon talk to the other in spanish. Unless Wille learns spanish and it's part of the plot, Simon would never say something in spanish to him - besides pet names- This includes Sara, she seems to understand but replies in swedish. I read that the actress used to work in Barcelona, Spain, so she probably understands the language. That means the decision to make her respond in swedish has something to do with her character. That being said, we don't really switch between languages if we know the other person can't understand. It's rude. I would never go and say 'como estas? ups, Im sorry, I forgot. How are you?' But something that happens A LOT is that I forget words or phrases and try to remember them by saying them in the other language. For example 'and she went to the... mierda, como se dice... aeropuerto... oh! airport!'. Or the other way around, I forget words in my mother language but I know them in english. It doesn’t seems to happen to Simon, but it’s fairly normal. Also, and I'm sorry if this is getting too long, Simon and Linda talk to each other in spanish as a way to express how close they are. It's part of the characters and their relationship. Simon is clearly more in tune with his Latino heritage, which comes from his mom, and he shows it by using the language fluently with her. -'Como estas? -Bien, como te fue en el trabajo?' he is asking about her job and her day. It almost sounds like a conversation between a married couple. Is not meant to be weird, is meant to express that Simon feels like he has to replace his father. So maybe take this into account and don't throw spanish phrases between them just for the sake of it.

4. If Wille learns some Spanish for Simon he would totally explode. He is clearly really proud in general and the fact that the Prince of Sweden can speak spanish because of him would kill him. In the best way. This has nothing to do with the language, but I'm just saying. Bonus points if he uses spanish to make Kristina feel left out. That would be a nice rebellious act.

5. Again, they are not spanish. People from Spain use 'vosotros' instead of 'ustedes'. Both of those word mean 'they', but in South America we don't use vosotros. This is just ONE example. I know spanish is confusing and has millions of variations; don't worry about the specifics. But try to be respectful when referring to them as spanish/latinos.

That's it for now. I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm from Argentina and our spanish is the messiest. But I tried to keep this guide as neutral as I could. Also also, I'm sorry if my english grammar isn't the best, this took way too long and I don't have the energy to check my mistakes. And that's okay, because languages are meant to be used and be confused. I make mistakes and that's fine. I'm not judging anyone. Please be kind to yourself. Please don't refrain from writing in spanish, this guide is meant to help you if you want to, but just the fact that you are writing anything is brilliant. Thank you for sharing your work!

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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Just the two of us

Summary: five times a young Antonio Madrigal thought about Mirabel as his mom + The one time she thought about him as her boy.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, open ending, pre-cannon, Just some Mirabel and Antonio thingz..., Jealous Pepa Madrigal, Also Pepa isn't meant to be a bad mom in the story. just busy.

Spanish translations: Hola bebe Toñito! ¿Cómo estás? como esta mi angel: Hi baby tonito! How are you? How are you my angel?

Buenos dias: Good morning

Jesucristo: Jesus Christ

Feliz día de la madre: Happy mother's Day

Mi vida: my life

Prima: cousin (female)

Oh Dios mío: Oh my God

Lo Siento: I'm sorry

Hijo: son

Year one:

Mirabel's point of view (age 10)

"You know... from this angle he's kind of cute. A little squishy looking. But cute." Mirabel muttered to herself staring at the small baby in front of her playing with her Tia. Usually it was her job to watch the baby and she was more than willing to give the baby up to his mother for the afternoon. Her Tia Pepa was done with her chores...sort of? Her job today was just to keep her mood happy and upbeat and so that the farmers could get some work done in the fields. So it made sense that she would spend the day with her youngest child. What better way was there to make yourself smile than to play with an adorable baby?

"Hola bebe Toñito! ¿Cómo estás? como esta mi angel" She watched Pepa squeal and baby talk to the small child. Lifting him up in the air and watching him giggle. "You sweet thing. Can you say mama?" She grinned with excitement as he waved his little hands around.

"Say Mama Toni." She cheered him on although Mirabel had the sneaking suspicion she didn't actually expect him to talk. Still she pointed to herself tapping on her chest and then his "I'm Mama. and you're Antonio." She cooed.

From her place on the front steps of the house she could tell Antonio didn't find the conversation very entertaining as he grabbed a fist full of curly red hair to try and put in his mouth.

"Pepa!" Mirabel hurt her own mama called her aunt. "Can you run to the market for some eggs for me?"

She pouted a bit and lowered Antonio down in front of her holding him to her chest but still the weather didn't waver. "Sure thing." She walked over to the house and held Antonio out to Mirabel expectantly. She didn't ask 'could you watch the baby'. It was expected of her to be a babysitter. She wasn't good for anything else. So she held her hands out and accepted her duty. "Hola, Antonio."

His face visibly brightened at the sound of her voice and he giggled clapping his little hands together. The two played with each other for a bit. Moving to the grass to sit in the warmth of the sun blowing raspberries at each other and Antonio receiving many face kisses that tickled his little cheeks. "Hey Toñito, can you say Mirabel?" She asked the baby who in turn just stared at her and smiled. "M- M- Mi-ra-bel." She sounded out for him.

He clapped his little hands together and giggled. I see you put his hands on both of her cheeks. "Mama." She smiled, Her Tia would be so proud! Antonio said his first word. And then...Thunder.

And her smile dropped.

'Or not' she thought…

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Year 2

Mirabel's point of view (age 11)

2-year-old Antonio woke up kicking and screaming for his Mira from a nightmare. Not his mama Pepa or his papa Félix just- "Mira!"

The girl in question opened her eyes and slight annoyance from her sleep being interrupted. She slid her arm from under the blankets to fumble for her glasses and stood out of bed sliding on her slippers with the help of Casita. She yawned widely and frowned.

"Buenos días, Antonio." She mumbled to her roommate as she stood from her bed and approached his bed "Why are you making all that fuss? huh bud?" She cooed. "You know Mira is trying to sleep right? It's…" She trailed off in her words and glanced out of the window in their room. It was definitely night time. She heard the sound of tiles moving and a clock bounced in front of her feet. She bent down to pick it up with baby Antonio in her arms. "Buddy it is...three in the morning. Jesucristo." She muttered as the growing boy grabbed a fist full of her nightgown. Fortunately for Antonio with tears in his little eyes Mirabel couldn't stay upset with him.

"Aw...ok Do you want to sleep with me?" She asked. He nodded his small head rubbing his knuckles against his eye as he laid down on her shoulder. "Alright just for tonight though, ok?" She didn't get a response as he had already fallen asleep on her. "It's ok Mira's got you…" She mumbled out into the dark room. As she climbed back into bed holding him close.

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Year three

Antonio's point of view (age 3)

He stood in front of the whole family holding a picture he drew with his tutor today. His tutoring class only had three students in it and they were all taught by one teacher. Today was Mother's Day. You remember that The tutor had said: "your mama is the most important person in your life. She's always there for you and she holds you and she comforts you. And she loves you very much!" He remembered that she held up a picture of her own mother for them to see "This is my mami. Isn't she very pretty?" She giggled and he couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"Today we're going to draw a picture of you and your mama." She explained gently to the trio of small children handing them a collection of pencils and colored wax crayons.

So he got out the brown, and black and yellows to draw himself! And then lots of blue and pink and of course a pretty light green.

When he got back from tutoring with Mirabel holding his hand the whole way home. He was excited to show off his picture but she told him to wait until he could show everyone else. "I'm sure your Mama would love to see what you drew." She had said. His little eyebrows furrowed at that a little confused but he quickly got over it when she asked how the rest of tutoring went.

So now here he stood in front of everyone else holding out his paper that in his tutors' nice handwriting spelled out 'FELIZ DÍA DE LA MADRE' across the top of the paper. Pepa's face at first had a bright smile on it when she read the words. But slowly it faded as she took in all the features of the drawing. Instead of long red hair there were short and dark hair, instead of her usual yellow dress there was blue and white. Her eye twitched with annoyance when her eyes landed on the unmistakable green glasses and thunder rumbled through the living room.

"Mi Amor? What's wrong? I'm sure it's not-" He was going to say "not bad" Antonio needs that because Mira always said it to him. "Oooo-" He sucked air through his teeth making a noise that Antonio thought was funny. Glancing over the paper at Mirabel who was staring at the two of them in confusion. "Ok Mi Vida He just spent the most time with her. He didn't mean it." He whispered, but Antonio heard. The words were meant to calm her down But instead it made her start to drizzle.

Antonio cried out and reached for his drawing so it wouldn't get wet pulling it from Pepa's grasp.

"Antonio" Felix sighed. Grabbing his hand and walking him towards the door out the house. "Come on, let's go have a talk." Antonio glanced at Pepa who was still drizzling All over the couch.

"Ok…" He muttered following Felix along. When they got outside Felix picked up his son and sat him in his lap sitting on the stairs of the house.

"So... Do you understand why she's upset?"

"No?" He huffs. He hands the piece of paper over "She got my picture all wet."

"That's alright it'll dry up just fine." He ensures swiping some of the curls out of Antonio's eyes. "Tonito...Mirabel isn't your mother ok? I'm your Papa. And Pepa, The one with the rain cloud, That's your mama." He explained, carefully. "Mirabel is your Prima like Isa and Lulu. Ok?"

That didn't feel right to him but still Antonio, eyebrows furrowed, nodded his head along. "Ok."

"How about I hang on to this to dry. And you go draw another one for your real Mama ok?" His papa smiled softly at him and Antonio smiled back, handing him the piece of paper.

"Ok" he ran off towards the nursery.

Felix took a deep breath and sighed looking at the piece of paper in his hand. He folded it back up neatly and walked back inside towards the kitchen, Tossing it in the trash. No reminders of today for his Pepa. He frowned at the trash can before turning on his heels and heading back to comfort his wife.

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Year four

Antonio's point of view (age 4)

Antonio felt terrible. His tummy hurt and everything was too hard. He frowned, kicked and squirmed in his bed.

"Come on hijo. If you want to get better you have to eat the soup." A loud thunder echoed through the nursery as his mother held the spoon full of soup in her steady hand.

"NO I don't want it!" He cried burying himself under the blankets away from Pepa's reach. "Go away!" He screamed.

"ANTONIO. EAT THE DAMN SOUP!" She finally snapped and yelled back a loud flash of lightning shot through the room and Antonio yelped in fear. Which automatically stopped all thunder coming from Pepa's cloud.

"Oh-...Oh Dios mío, I'm so sorry baby! Lo Siento Toni, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She fumbled to put the soup on the bedside table and take Antonio and her shaking arms. She feels his tiny body shake with a sob. "I'm sorry I just wanted you to get better." She kisses his forehead. "You don't have to eat right now if you don't want to."

Antonio wanted to pull away from her but her grip on him was too strong. So he had no choice but to cry in her arms.

After a few minutes of crying and his mother constantly muttering apologies crying herself, the door to the nursery opened and in came Mirabel. Antonio started to push against his mom's chest to get out of her grasp. Her shock effectively lessened her tight grip enough that he wiggled out to run to his cousin.

"Mira! Mama yelled at me." He sobbed into her skirt. He didn't see the two of them make eye contact with each other over his head. He didn't see Pepa's jealousy. He just saw the comforting swirl of blue.

"He's sick…" Pepa muttered, " And hasn't eaten all day. I was just trying to help him and I got frustrated." She frowned standing from her son's bed. "Can you…" Her face turned into one of disdain and anger. She looked bitter. "Can you please just get him to eat?" She didn't wait for an answer before walking out of the room refusing to let her niece see her cry over her son having favorites.

"Tonio. Come on just a few spoonfuls of soup and I'll read you a bedtime story tonight." Mirabel spoke softly, gently lacing her fingers through his curls, still a bit confused.

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Year 5 part 1

Antonio's point of view (age five)

There were so many eyes. He didn't know where to look at first. His door? His mama and papa's smiling faces? His Abuela holding the candle? He was frozen in place. Standing in all white. In front of all these people. Some were complete strangers he hadn't even met. But they had high hopes for him. Expectations. If he didn't get his gift...that was it. He had failed. 'Make your family proud.' He thought to himself but still he couldn't start walking. Casita bounced the tiles under his feet trying to get him to move. He searched the crowd for the one face he needed to see the most. Where was she? Why wasn't she here? He needed her here! He began to panic and the breath became uneven in his chest as he turned his head to the left and he spotted the familiar sea of blue that was his prima's skirt peeking from around the corner. He stared at her in utter fear of walking alone and reached his hand out. She shook her head at him and whispered "I can't…" Antonio cut down here the mutterings of the townspeople. But he didn't care. He needed his Mirabel.

"I need you." He felt ready to cry until he saw her come from around the corner and grab onto his hand. You felt warmth and comfort.

"Come on, let's get you to that door." She encouraged him and they did it together.

Him and Mira. Just the two of them. How it had always been. How he hoped it would always be.

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Year 5 part 2

Mirabel's point of view (age 15)

The nursery felt so empty without him in it. For 5 years almost her entire life had been dedicated to being with Antonio almost all day. Just the two of them. She wondered now that he had his fancy gift would Abuela push chores on him too quickly? Would he struggle? The thought of it made her frown. She rolled out of her bed and sat on the floor lifting the corner of her blanket as it dangled and she reached under her bed feeling around for the small box she always kept there. She pulled it out and stood up grabbing her glasses off the table before sitting down on Antonio's... no, the spare mattress. She fixed the glasses on her face and opened the little yellow box. Inside, She had papers, dried out flowers, and any little gift Antonio had ever given her, his old binky that she had to wean him off of, The corner of his old baby blanket that Pepa insisted needed to be thrown away, everything. She felt the tears swell in her eyes. She would have NEVER ruined Antonio's big night. She knew what she saw. She wasn't lying. He had to know that, right?

Took out an old folded piece of paper. It was fragile and brittle along the folds from how many times she had folded and unfolded it throughout the years. She stared at it with a weak smile… in a bright blue pen across the top:

'FELIZ DÍA DE LA MADRE'

She was going to save this miracle.

If not for her.

If not for Abuela.

If not for her sisters.

For her Toñito.

She would do anything.

#disney encanto #encanto #encanto angst #pre canon #Mirabel and Antonio #Mirabel Madrigal #antonio madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Yes I am self projecting. shut up.#I cried a little.#I wrote this instead of sleeping #Happy New Year tho #pepa madrigal #Just the two of us AU

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Angst #20: “It’s not your fault”

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Unfortunate Souls, O. Diaz

warnings: angst, miscarriage, mentions of blood, sweet ending ✨

(gif credit belongs to @thesewickedhands 🌟)

The day you found you were pregnant was a day you got on your knees and thanked the Heavens. Things with Oscars had been rough and you both needed something to look forward to. And though you were nervous of how’d he’d react, Oscar rejoiced along with you that’d you’d be welcoming a child.

And for nearly a month, everything seemed fine. But as Oscar feared, tragedy struck like it does everywhere else in his life. He had some business to tend to in the early hours of the morning. As he pulls into the driveway, he shakes off any tension left on his shoulders and clears his head space, ready to see you and love you up.

But what he was met with instead brought all the tension and more back onto him. His bed messy with a large blood stain in the middle of it. A trail of it leading into the bathroom. The long pause before his heart took another beat should declare him dead as he takes a gulp, staring at the ajar bathroom door.

“Y/N?”

Oscar takes a step closer and pushes it open with his hand. He takes a moment before stepping in, he can hear your soft whimpers. You’re sat on the toilet, hunched over and crying into the palms of your hands. A pile of bloody clothes is besides you. The ache in your sobs and position you’re in clicks with Oscar instantly.

Miscarriage.

“I-I, I woke up in pain and I thought it was nothing and just me conjuring something in my head because things have been stressful. A-and I got up and noticed the blood.” Your soft sobs now a full blown cry. The hyperventilating making hard to say your sentences completely.

He only can stand there as he tries to process everything that is happening. Oscar feels a swelling in his chest as he sees you at your most vulnerable. “Hey, com’n. Get in the shower, I’ll get Geny Martinez, she’ll know that to do.”

After making the call, Geny and Abuelita come to pick you up. They bring you to the clinic and confirm that you are indeed miscarrying. Though you had already felt it in your soul, it still pained you to hear it.

The doctors has prescribed you medication to help with the process as well as to manage the pain but the truest pain laid in your heart. Oh, how you have dreamed of being a mother for years.

“It’s not your fault, you know.”

Oscar’s voice sounds from the entrance of the room. You turn your attention to him as he stands near the door, afraid of getting too close. The doctors and Abuelita told you the same thing and you believe them but when Oscar says it, you can’t find it in your heart to believe it isn’t.

“Feels like it is... feels like I can’t do anything right. Not with you or this b-baby. I’m sorry, I was suppose to be a safe vessel and I couldn’t even be that. What the fuck am I good for?” You turn your face to hide.

He lets his shoulders fall and glides over to you quick. He pulls the chair closer to you bed and picks up your hand, carefully. You try to pull it away but he holds on firmly, “Hey, mira. Bebe... none of this is your fault. I promise you it isn’t. No one knows why women miscarry, it’s a fault in the... universe. Not you, you are good for everything and anything in your life. I can assure you that. Hey,”

Oscar turns your face towards him and wipes your face dry, “Mi vida y mi alma, we’ll get through this together. Me and you, always. You are mi familia and we’ll get through this. I promise.”

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anchorandrope · 4 years

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arguments of those who believe in bbg

“louis would never involve a minor” “he wouldn’t lie to us”

this gives me impotence because clearly they don’t understand that louis and harry didn’t want to have a babygate, why the hell they would want to have one? do you think that one day the two of them got up and said “oh i want to use a woman and a baby to hide my sexuality of course because it's okay to do it and clearly i don't want to come out of the closet”? it’s OBVIOUS that they were forced to do it. besides, following this logic, they lied to us with their beards and used women to cover up their relationship because they wanted to, hahaha you can see that they don’t understand anything about contracts and they use the word “they wouldn’t lie to us” when it suits them.

“the music industry is bad but not that bad”

this is literally a joke, how the hell are you going to consider yourself a larrie and think that “the industry is not that bad”? being larrie you should know perfectly that the music industry is capable of doing what they did to harry and louis and much more, for the music industry it’s never too much. there are thousands of cases where they did the same or worse things but of course, it’s not that bad!

“it’s disrespectful to doubt his paternity” “it’s wrong to think that he is not his son”

this is like ??? i never understood why is “disrespectful” to doubt the paternity of someone like, pulling out the louis case, if i see that a family where everyone has blue eyes and are blond (parents, grandparents, uncles, etc) and a baby is born with brown eyes and brown hair clearly i’m going to think or is adopted or the woman cheated on the man, and it’s not that i’m a disrespectful for realizing that something doesn’t fit, i simply have reasons to think what i think. in the case of louis we doubt his paternity because we have reasons to do so and that doesn’t make us disrespectful?) i will never understand the “disrespectful” behind doubting about something (on any subject).

“freddie is louis’s copy”

this is one is funny because they have the same face hahaha oh.... literally, the kid is photoshopped 😐 the amount of evidence that they photoshop him are countless and it’s not necessary to be an expert in photoshop or genetic to realize it. besides, whenever you say that they photoshop him, they come out with the genetics and clearly they don’t know how it works because i get traits from my parents, i don’t have the same face haha, they are two very different things and yes, there are people who have faces very similar to the one of their parents but it’s not common nor does it occur in all circumstances. to add, not just any blond kid with blue eyes is exacltly like louis :)

“it’s impossible to fake a pregnancy”

false, it is very possible. faking a pregnancy is neither impossible nor difficult (as we can see), there are many cases where it’s suspected that the pregnancy of a celebrity is false (not exclusively due to the issue of closeting but because maybe the woman is infertile and doesn’t want to say it) so it’s very possible haha.

“stop talking about this, what will freddie think when he grows up and see that everyone said that his father was not his father”

the truth is, i would be more concerned about what the minor is going to think when he grows up and sees that his family used him to put in the closet a couple and earn money for that. let’s put it like this: you prefer to believe that the kid is “going to feel bad” because of seen teenagers analyzing their father's life and supporting briana’s family and running the risk that if you are wrong you were supporting people who used a minor to earn money or you prefer not to defend that family and in the case that you were wrong, the worst that will happen is that the kid will “feel bad” for seeing that they said that his father was not his father? in one case you support abusers and in the other you “make the child feel bad”... no possibility is nice but which one do they prefer?

“in that photo you can’t see her belly because of the angle”

wow i just found out that if i take a picture at a certain angle, an 8-month-old belly disappears! tremendous, why dieting if with just one angle i can lose 7 pounds? consistency please.

“briana stole photos of other pregnant women because she had a lot of pressure”

mm how weird that a stranger has so much “pressure” to steal photos right? katy perry is a thousand times more famous than she, therefore she had more pressure and we didn’t see her stealing photos of other pregnant woman😐

“louis hates you”

this one is sad because it makes me sick that people think that louis is capable of hating one of his fans, whatever the thought they has😩 the truth is, i know him well enough to say for sure that he would never hate one of his fans. it’s also funny because a grown man hating teenagers for how they think is quite a failure and clearly louis isn’t a failure nor does he have enough free time to hate us lol.

“get yourself a dad” “you need a dad”

hahahaha this is one of my favorites, not only because it will always be funny that when someone is stupid they blame men for their paternal absence so the fact that they use it as an insult in itself it is funny but it’s even more funny because those of us who don't believe in babygate seem to know what paternal love is because it was very easy for us to realize that louis is not a loving or attentive “father” so it seems to me that those who lack a father are those who believe he is one😬

“deactivate” “weirdo” “kill yourself” “psychopath” etc

i don’t like these ones due to the fact that i find it horrible to insult in that way just for thinking differently, although they make me laugh because the only thing that shows is that they don’t have a single argument to contradict us since if they did they would not resort to insults.

when you send them a masterpost and they reply with “to much text”

this is funny because it’s synonymous of “i know you’re right that’s why i don’t want to read it because if i read it i know i‘m going to think differently and i’m going to look stupid and i don't want to” so when they tell you this is when you're doing it right.

the truth is that the “arguments” that twarries use are practically nil because they never told me other one that isn’t one of these so once again they show that they have no way to justify their timelines.

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argumentos de lxs que creen en el bbg

“louis no involucraría a un menor” “el no nos mentiría”

esta da una bronca porque claramente no entienden que louis y harry no querían tener un babygate, como mierda van a querer tener uno? que se piensan que un dia los dos se levantaron y dijeron “uy que ganas de usar a una mujer y a un bebe para ocultar mi sexualidad claro porque esta re bien hacerlo y claramente yo no quiero salir de closet”?? es OBVIO que los obligaron a hacerlo. aparte siguiendo esta lógica ellos nos mientieron con las barbas y usaron mujeres para tapar su relación porque querían jajaja se nota que no entiende nada de contratos y usan el “no nos mentirían” cuando les conviene.

“la industria de la musica es mala pero tampoco tanto”

esta es un chiste literalmente, como mierda te vas considerar larrie y pensar que “la industria no es tan mala”?? siendo larrie deberías conocer a la perfección que la industria de la musica es capaz de hacer lo que le hizo a harry y a louis y mucho mas, para la industria de la musica nunca es demasiado. hay miles de casos donde hicieron cosas igual o peores pero claro, no es mala!!

“es irrespetuoso dudar de su paternidad” “esta mal pensar que no es su hijo”

esta es como ??? nunca entendí lo “irrespetuoso” de dudar de la paternidad de alguien tipo, sacando el caso de louis, si yo veo que una famila donde todos tienen ojos azules y son rubios (padres, abuelos, tios, etc) y sale un bebe con ojos y pelo marrón claramente voy a pensar o es adoptado o la mujer cuerneó al tipo y no es que soy una irrespetuosa de mierda por darme cuenta que algo no encaja, simplemente tengo razones para pensar lo que pienso. en el caso de louis nosotrxs dudamos de su paternidad porque tenemos razones para hacerlo y eso no nos hace unas irrespetuosas de mierda?) nunca voy a enteder lo “irrespetuoso” detras de dudar sobre algo (sobre ningun tema).

“freddie es la copia de louis”

esta da risa porque tienen la misma cara jajaj oh.... literalmente, al pibe lo photoshopean 😐 la cantidad de pruebas de que lo photoshopean son incontables y no es necesario ser un experto del photoshop ni de genetica para darse cuenta. aparte, siempre que decis que lo photoshopean salen con la genética y claramente no saben como funciona porque yo saco rasgos de mis padres, no tengo la misma cara jajja son dos cosas muuy distintas y si, si hay gente que tiene la cara muy parecida a la de sus padres pero no es comun ni se da en todas las circunstancias. para agregar, no cualquier pibe rubio de ojos celestes es igual a louis :)

“es imposible fingir un embarazo”

falso, es muy posible. fingir un embarazo no es ni imposible ni difícil (como podemos ver), hay muchos casos donde se sospecha que el embarazon de una celebridad es falso (no exclusivamente por el tema de closeting sino de que por ahi la mujer es infertil y no lo quiere decir) asi que muy posible es jaja.

“dejen de hablar de esto, que va a pensar freddie cuando sea grande y vea que todos decían que su papá no era su papá”

la verdad yo me preocuparía mas en que va a pensar el nene cuando crezca y vea que su familia lo usó para enclosetar una pareja y ganar plata por eso😳 vamos a ponerlo asi: prefieren creer que el nene se “va a poner mal” porque vea a unxs adolescentes analizando la vida de su papá y apoyar a la familia de briana y correr el riesgo de que si estas mal estuviste apoyando a personas que usaron un menor para ganar plata o preferís no defender a esa familia y en el caso de que estes mal lo peor que va a pasar es que el nene se “ponga mal” por ver que decían que su papá no era su papá? en un caso apoyas a abuzadores y en el otro “haces sentir mal” al menor... ningúna posibilidad es linda pero cual prefieren?

“en esa foto no se le ve la panza por el ángulo”

wow me acabo de enterar que si me saco una foto en cierto angulo se me va a una panza de 8 meses! tremendo, para que hacer dieta si con solo un ángulo ya puedo bajar 7 kilos? coherencia por favor.

“briana robó fotos de otras embarazadas porque tenía mucha presión”

mm que raro que una desconocida tenga tanta “presión” como para robar fotos no? katy perry es mil veces mas famosa que ella por ende tenía mas presión y no la vimos robando fotos de embarazadas 😐

“louis te odia”

esta es triste porque me da pena que haya gente que piense que louis es capaz de odiar a una de sus fans sea el pensamiento que tenga😩 la verdad lo conozco lo suficiente como para decir segura que el jamas odiaría a una de sus fans. también es gracioso porque que un hombre adulto este odiando adolescentes por como piensan es bastante fracasado y claramente louis no es fracasado ni esta tan al pedo como para odiarnos lol.

“conseguite un papá” “te falta un papá”

jajajajaj esta es una de mis favoritas, no solo porque siempre va a ser gracioso que cuando alguien es boludo culpen a los hombres por su ausencia paterna asi que lo usen como insulto ya de por si es gracioso pero es aún mas gracioso porque se ve que las que no creemos en el babygate sabemos lo que es el amor paterno porque se nos dio muy facil darnos cuenta que louis no es un “padre” amoroso ni atento asi que me parece que a las que les falta un padre es a las que creen que lo es😬

“desactiva” “down” “mogólica” “inválida” “matate” “droppealo” etc

estos no me gustan por el hecho de que me parece horrible insultar de esa manera solo por pensar distinto, aunque me dan risa porque lo único que demuestra es que no tienen un solo argumento para contradecirmos ya que si los tuvieran no recurririan a los insultos.

cuando les mandas un masterpost y te ponen “mucho texto”

esta es graciosa porque es sinonimo de “se que tenes razon por eso no lo quiero leer porque si lo leo se que voy a pensar distinto y voy a quedar como una estupida y no quiero” asi que cuando te dicen eso es que estas haciendo las cosas bien.

la verdad los “argumentos” que usan las twarries son prácticamente nulos porque nunca me dijieron uno que no sea uno de estos asi que una vez mas demuestran que no tienen manera de justificar sus timelines.

#babygate

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soaronmywings · 4 years

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Mi Sol (Nestor x Reader)

A/N: I loooove me some Nestor. Enjoy mis amores!

Warnings: Brat!Reader, Smut, oh and some fluff.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend. Is that too much to ask?

“Bebe? Have you seen my phone? -- Shit- or my keys?” You boyfriend questioned as you watched him look around your shared apartment. You simply shrugged, a grin on your face as you claimed “Haven’t seen them Amor. Maybe you should put an alarm or some shit on it”

Nestor sighed and began rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to retrace his steps from the following night. He begins mumbling to himself “I know for a fact I put them right here-” You tried to keep your giggling contained as you stood up to go into the bedroom. But his keys sadly fell out of your lap as you stood up. You swiped them from the floor as Nestor looked your way, and you darted for the bedroom, a pool of laughing escaping as you did so.

“Maldita sea! Woman, c’mon. Mikey will have my head if I’m late today.” Nestor’s heavy footsteps chased after you. You huffed and puffed on the other end of the closed door and your heart was racing. The phone began to ring and you could feel it buzz in your pocket. “Y/N I swear.” He pushed the door open and stared you down from behind his yellow tinted aviators. “Amor, if you don’t give me my phone I swear-” You cut him off before he could finish. “You want your phone back, hm? Make me.” You giggled and answered the phone before Nestor could snatch it from you.

“Ah yes, Sorry Mikey but Nestor won’t be able to make it today--” You spoke to Miguel on the line keeping direct eye contact as you did. ‘What do you mean, Y/N? Has something happened?’ Miguel inquired. “No no- Everything is fine he uh- He’s down with the flu.” Nestor shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Oh sorry to hear, there’s no rush for him to get back then. Let him get better. I'll just have Alvarez with me.’

You said your goodbyes to Miguel and hung up the phone. You could swear that your heart was pounding outside of your chest, like in the cartoons. “See? He’ll just take Alvarez with him..” You voice trailed off when Nestor stood up and walked over to you. “Mi sol, today was important we-” You cut him off with your finger on his lips.

“I haven’t seen you besides sleeping next to you for two months Nes.” You gave him a little pout. Nestor understood, but that didn’t mean you were off the hook. His hands locked on the sides of your hips and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and took his mouth onto yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close.

Nestor would never admit this to you, but he was actually rather grateful for you pulling that stunt. He missed your body, your touch, you love. Everything. It feels like a century since he had you in his arms.

He carried you over to an armchair that was placed in your shared bedroom, and sat down with you still in his arms. His lips left yours and began trailing down your jaw, to your neck, and then landing on your collar bone. You moved your head to the side as you unbuttoned his shirt, button by button. Nestor pulled your tank top off and began nipping at your shoulder.

You felt him harden beneath your legs so you began to grind on him, slowly and lovingly. His eyes, black as night, looked into yours, his breath hitching. The both of you missed each other’s touch, it was like an addiction. “I’ve missed you Amor.” You whispered as your lips attached to his again. He grumbled in agreement and his hands trailed down your shoulders and snapped your bra open, continuing until they landed firmly on your ass.

You slid your bra off, snaking your hands around his neck, grabbing onto his tight braids. A low groan left his lips and he slipped his hands into your shorts and tugged them down slightly, signally for you to take them off. You pouted as you stood up and finished taking them off, leaving you in nothing but your panties while Nestor was still almost completely clothed. He leaned forward and took your breast in his mouth, his tongue tracing circles around your nipples. You pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and began tugging at his white wife-beater. He pulled back enough to pull it over his head before pulling you down for a needy kiss.

Nestor’s kisses became sloppier as his member was now in full erect. You palmed him through his slacks, as he slipped two fingers past your panties and directly into your dripping wet pussy. You gasped against his lips, and used your free hand to regain a hold on his braid. With your free hand you moved to unzip his slacks and pull him out through his briefs, starting to jerk him off.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth and devoured your moans as he began to pick up his pace, his fingers curling to reach your sweet spot. You pulled his hand away before you went too far over the edge, and instead repositioned yourself over his impressive length, slowly sliding down on it. You let out a gasp as you took all of him inside you, bottoming out.

“Mi amor mi corazón mi todo” He whispered into your ear while you began to rub against his pelvis. Nestor latched his lips back onto your neck, grabbing your ass as he helped you pick up the pace. You missed how full he made you. “Oh- Yes baby- right there. Mierda” The words slipped from your lips. You could feel your tensions growing stronger, your walls beginning to clench around his cock. “That’s it bebita, let it go for me, eh?” His words pushed you over the edge as your head shot backwards, “Fuck yes, Nestor- Oh god-” Your legs squeezed around his hips, riding you through your orgasm.

He drove deep into you, his movements becoming irregular and desperate. You pulled on his braids as his pace got faster, the overstimulation becoming too much. Nestor buried himself deep down inside you and came, holding you tight and close.

“I love you.” Nestor professed as he buried his face into your neck. I love you. It was the first time in the year you two have been together that he’s said it. You’ve wanted to tell him how much you loved him after a month of being together, but resisted. “I love you too, mi vida.” You pulled his head back enough to place your lips to his.

#nestor oceteva #nestor #nestor x reader #mayans #mayans mc

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narcosmx · 4 years

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narcos mexico headcanon list: how they propose to you (pt . 1 )

a/n: an anon dropped this request??? idea in my inbox and how could i not run with this it’s the cutest shit anyways PART ONE HERE WE GO... RELAVENT SCREEN CAP IS RELAVENT YOU’LL SEE

amado

you already know his dumb ass needs to involve his plane in this one way or another; how could he not use his fucking biggest flex

so i can see it being during one of his grand ass gestures

you’ve seen the whole sunset dinner and champagne bit so he’d need to scale it up

it would be spontaneous or at least it would seem spontaneous to you because he’d tell you out of the blue

like one morning you wake up to him shaking you awake and you wake up like “que shingados, amado” and when you turn around to see it’s four in the morning you’re even more grumpy

and just his stupid excited smile as he tosses one of your bags on to your bed and is like “ya mijita, nos tenemos que ir en hora y media” and he’s packed and is now pulling out your stuff in attempts to help you pack.

and you’re still sleepy, and confused and looking at him lik ?????? and he has this proud/excited little smile and is like “vamos de viaje, es sorpresa”

and him taking you to this exotic fucking get away whether that be somewhere in south america or somewhere in mexico

i just he gives me like crystal clear water and hidden beach vibes

and just mansion by the fucking water or some resort her flat out rented out himself

and he gives me the vibes where he’d be the ones where he tries to hide the ring during your dinner

like sneaking it into your drink or like asking the chef to like place it on your dessert

BECAUSE WHEN HE SEES YOUR FACE OF CONFUSION TURN INTO ONE OF EXCITEMENT AND THEN TO LIKE HOLY SHIT

THE SMIRK HE HAS ON HIS FACE WHEN YOU REALIZE WHAT’S HAPPENING AND YOU SHAKING SHAKING AND HIS PROUD FUCKING SMIRK AND HE’S LIKE “QUE DICES MI AMOR, TE CASAS CONMIGO”

I CAN SEE HIM GETTING OUT OF HIS KNEE BUT ONLY TO SEE HOW MUCH MORE EXCITED YOU GET AND CRYING AND HE’S JUST A SMUG ASSHOLE

benjmain

get this... my baby is out here to make this the most intimate moment... he doesn’t need to make a big show out of it like some people

it’s just going between the two of you, at home .... the quietest and sweetest shit

takes pride in like producing it all, getting it all ready by himself

like it would be this thing where he like fake goes to work until you leave the house and then he comes back in and spends the WHOLE fucking day preparing everything for that night

makes you dinner i am crying... probably burns it a little but he tried and that’s what’s important

picks up the order of like a huge..as..s.. boquet of roses ; half of the roses are for you and the other half is so he can pick out the petals so he can make a little pathway from the door to the dinning room, making it in this huge heart formation, probably has some up in the bedroom just in case this goes right

gets all dressed up :((((( puts on your favorite cologne, will probably spend way too much time looking in the mirror and practicing what he was going to say over and over again because he’s overthinking it all

hasta velas tiene el cabron, i just mood lighting, sweet mood music why is this me

when he hears you pulling up, his hands are high key shaking but he has to calm himself down

standing at the end of the little rose petal trail and him with his little soft smile as he’s reaching out for you wow this is hurting

pulling out your chair for you, kissing your forehead and going off to serve you dinner and serve you wine

HIS EYES ARE GLUED TO YOU WANTING TO WATCH YOUR REACTION TO HIS DINNER he’s already apologizing about burning it but it’s so fucking sweet you can’t do anything but smile and tell him how good it is

just these shared whispers between the two of you as he holds your hands the whole time, listening to you intently and the smile... it would the softest shit ever

you notice something is off with him... and if you ask him he gets real quiet and takes one last shaky breath before beginning his little rehearsed speech

as soon as he starts you know, you’re already in tears because he’s talking about how you’re his literal angel and he thought of not having you as his forver is killing him

and him shakily getting on his knee to propose to you wow I AM THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY RIGHT NOW

looking up at you and just being like “tu eres la que he estado esperando toda mi vida, bebe...te casarias conmigo” AY NO

miguel

had to plan this shit months in advance because his bouge ass probably had your ring like custom made; he had someone desgin a whole as unique one of a kind ring for you ... so yeah he’s known

i’m sorry miguel can be a fucking attention whore sometimes so i can see him preparing this big ass formal like ball thing for it; would tell you it was for some government shit or something so you get all dressed up and i mean to the nINEs becaue he was psyching you out about it

sends someone to pick you up, makes some stupid excuse about meeting you there at the party but as soon as he hangs up he goes back to like yelling at someone because something isn’t in place

nervous pacing miguel who is ready to snap at literally anyone.... can’t stop thinking about how this needs to be fucking perfect

I’M LAUGHING BECAUSE THE PHONE CALL HE GAVE RAMON BEFORE INVITING HIM BEING LIKE “Y NADA TE TUS MAMADAS ESTA VEZ, MON, TE VISTES BIEN O TE MATO CABRON”

meeting you outide and it’s like excited smile miguelito, immediately hands on your waist, pulling you to him, whispering how fucking beautiful you look in your ear over and over again i cannot

and like walking through the quiet hallways everything seems normal as fuck but once the doors to the ballroom enter you have to know something’s up

i just a mariachi starts playing when you step in with miguel, eyes are fucking all on you as you walk in

you’re looking over at him like what the fuck is actually happening right now and he just gives you like a little shrug as if he doesn’t know but his smirk isn’t helping him play that off AT FUCKING AT

but he has to keep you moving even you’re like “que estas haciendo, miguel angel?????” needs to get you to the middle of the dance floor because that’s where amado is waiting with a microphone to him and the little wink he fucking gives to you before clearing the floor

oh man does he eat this shit up, the attention, the excitement knowing he pulled it off, the look on your face

and he takes the microphone and he just starts talking about there is one reason why he’s been this successful, one person he can attribute all of this to.... and it’s you

so at first it’s him thanking you for staying by his side through this fucking roller coaster, for staying through all the good, the bad, the ugly (probably get some comments from the crowd), for being his guiding light... his north star

and then him be the one to say some stupid shit like i promise to love you forver, and to give myself completely to you...starting with my last name

and you know you’re already getting whistles and yells from the crowd before he events gets on his knee and him looking up at you like “ me harias el honor de ser mi esposa, mijita”

#narcos mexcio imagines #narcos mexico imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #benjamin arellano felix #benjamin arellano felix x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo

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choices-en-espanol · 4 years

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Ellie’s Playlist: Good Girl Gone Bad

listen to this playlist on spotify.

are you that somebody by aaliyah

boy won't you pick me up at the park right now / up the block, while everyone's sleep / i'll be waiting there with my trench, my locs, my hat / just so I'm low key / if you tell the world (don't speak, you know that would be weak) / oh boy, see I'm trusting you with my heart, my soul / i probably shouldn't let you

west coast love by emotional oranges

jukebox on the black top / that's that west coast love / after school, hooking up in your drop top / west coast love / shooting fireworks in the sky / oh, how the time goes by / boy how you never left my mind / that's that west coast love

i wanna be down by brandy

i know anybody's gonna be lonely / without the reason they got someone to care for / maybe all you need's a shoulder to cry on / if that's a fact than I'll be more than you ever could dream of / if all you need is the time that I got plenty of / i'll dedicate all my love until you call baby / i wanna stay by your side / be there to call you up / and let you know everything will be all right

fingías by paloma mami

de ti yo no quiero saber / de nuevo no te quiero ver / si quiere' te puedes perder / que quede claro que ya te olvidé / todos tus besos los borré / los sentimientos los maté / si quiere' olvídate / que ya yo no quiero que vuelvas / ahora yo quiero que te pierda' / cuando me vea' con otro espero que no te muerdas / que tu problema resuelva' y que quede claro que te superé / lo siento mucho, pero se acabó / lo de nosotro' ya se terminó / poco a poco se murió

pienso en tu mira by rosalia

me da miedo cuando sales / sonriendo pa' la calle / porque todos pueden ve' los hoyuelitos que te salen / y del aire cuando pasa, por levantarte el cabello / y del oro que te viste por amarrarse a tu cuello / y del cielo y de la luna, que tú quieras mirarlos / hasta del agua que bebes cuando te moja los labios

part ii (on the run) by jay-z + beyonce

i don't care if we on the run / baby as long as i'm next to you / and if loving you is a crime / tell me why do i bring out the best in you / i hear sirens while we make love / loud as hell but they don't know / they're nowhere near us / i will hold your heart and your gun / i don't care if they come no / i know it's crazy but / they can take me / now that i found the places that you take, take me / without you I got nothing to lose

que me quedes tu by shakira

que desaparezcan todos los vecinos / y se coman las sobras de mi inocencia / que se vayan uno a uno los amigos / y acribillen mi pedazo de conciencia / pero que me quedes tú / y me quede tu abrazo / y el beso que inventas cada día / y que me quede aquí después del ocaso / para siempre tu melancolía / por que yo sí que dependo de ti / y si me quedas tú / me queda la vida

@rodappreciationweek

#rodaw #rod appreciation week #rod mc #playchoices

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cncobby · 5 years

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how cnco react when its your birthday

CHRISTOPHER

Wants to stay up till midnight to call you right when it happens

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMOOORRRR”

“Christopher its THREE IN THE MORNING”

“Ok well to be fair I was gonna do it at midnight but I fell asleep on accident then woke up so”

“…goodnight Christopher I’ll call you in the morning”

The next day you do call him

“Happy birthday mi vida how does it feel to be old”

“I’m 21 chris I’m still younger than you”

He’s on tour so you didn’t have anything planned, just dinner with friends

Later night u come back home and there are rose petals on your floor???

you walk into your kitchen and surprise !! he’s there with balloons and flowers

“What are you doing here???? Don’t you have a concert?????”

turns out he lied so he could surprise you

Your birthday present turns out to be a week trip with him to Ecuador <33

Ya’ll def celebrate later that night if you know what I mean

ZABDIEL

brings you breakfast in bed

smooches you awake

“Happy birthday cariño, I made you breakfast”

You two spend the first hours of your birthday cuddling and watching Netflix while eating breakfast

Later on he says he has to go into the studio for a bit so you just chill at your house

Suddenly the doorbell rings and a guy hands you an envelope?

in it has directions of some sort

“happy birthday my love, I’ve put together a scavenger hunt for you to lead you to me tonight”

Starts off with him treating you to a spa day

Then a shopping with with your friends

And finally leads you to a romantic dinner with him

After dinner he def takes you dancing

your bday present on top of all the others is a locket with a Z engraved in it

RICHARD

Wakes you up with lots of smooches all over your face

“Richard what are you doing”

*smiling as he kisses ur nose* “happy birthday baby”

“Oh shit I’m as old as you now damn”

“hEY I’M NOT THAT OLD”

You guys spend a good portion of your morning in bed ;)))

Takes you out for breakfast brunch and then you guys spend the day on the beach

Later that night he gives you (part 1) of your present which is a beautiful red dress

Planned a yacht party for u!!!

Everyone is there obvi

U guys get lit

Later when everyone leaves he tells you that you guys have the yacht for 2 days (part 2 of your bday present)

*cue birthday sex by jerimiah*

JOEL

Ok so bc he’s a little shit

Plans a prank with the rest of the boys and your friends

“gUYS lets pretend we forgot her birthday and then surprise her!!!”

So you wake up happy and excited bc hello its ur special day

All u find is a note from him

“Had to rush to a meeting, see you later”

Sad but oh well you are dating a celebrity so

You hit up your friends to go get a celebratory lunch

They’re??? All???? Busy????

ok NOW you’re sad like did they all forget???

kinda butthurt and mad

joel has a surprise party planned for u at your favorite restaurant and texts u to meet him there later

Bc ur mad and petty u decide to come late

…like really late

Everyone at the party is like uhhh????

So he has to go and get you from home and is like “HELLO”

Obviously ur like “OH SO NOW U REMEMBER MY BIRTHDAY???”

Poor boy face palms “it was a sURPISE WE HAVE A PARTY PLANNED THAT UR *LATE* FOR”

you: “…oh”

YOU GUYS FINALLY ARRIVE and everything *perfect* all ur favorite people are there and ur fave food yum???

*later when ur slow dancing*

“Did you really think I’d forget?”

“…no?”

he just rolls his eyes and kisses you

(Your birthday present is a puppy to keep you company when he’s away… you name him yol)

ERICK

…actually forgets your birthday

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

He’s a busy boy

And you know this so you understand

You call him like usual

“Hola bebe, whats up?”

“…nothing, just getting ready for today!!”

“Oh really?? What do you have planned?”

at this point you’re like …ah … he forgot

You play it cool and end the call

Kinda just spend the day shopping by yourself and meeting your friends for lunch

He figures it out bc of the boys

“Yo Erick what’d you get your girl?”

“??? what do u mean”

“… for her birthday?’

“Oh fuck”

LUNGES for his phone to call you

“Hello?”

“HIIMSORRYIFORGOTYOURBIRTHDAYILOVEYOUSOMUCH”

“…breath baby its fine I know you’re busy”

He’s a sappy boy

Keeps apologizing

Eventually you just hang up and text him that you aren’t mad

He posts bday posts for u everywhere

He eventually flys you out for the day as your bday present and celebration

(im sorry that ericks and joels are a little longer!! i kinda got more inspo for them pls dont hate me)

#cnco #cncowners #cncowner #cnco imagines #cnco fanfic #joel pimentel #cnco headcannon #christopher velez #richard camacho #erick brian colon #zabdiel de jesus

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cieloxcnco · 5 years

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yo te haré mía (cnco) - ch7

Chapter 7

Words: 3,900+

Warnings: little suggestive sexy stuff, nothing too awful. but God knows i’m not the best judge. Only two sentences of a sex scene frfr

A/N: pretty major note- now fully in third person POV. hope that hasn’t thrown anyone off.

chapter 1 is here chapter 2 is here chapter 3 is here chapter 4 is here chapter 5 is here chapter 6 is here if you need to catch up

Upon entering the agreed upon location for brunch, Isabella stormed directly to Kaja and swatted at her arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she squealed, rubbing the afflicted area. “Still can’t believe you didn’t tell me he knocked you up,” Isabella grumbled as she sat down across the cafe table from her friend. “The pill isn’t perfect,” was all Kaja could surmise, shrugging her shoulders as she too sat down. “Not only that,” Isa conjured. “I’m just shocked you both finally lost your virginities to each other. Like it was about time. But now from that idea alone to suddenly being engaged was unreal. I felt badly because Naomi kind of took over discussions that night and I didn’t get to really talk to you about much.” “It honestly just all happened so quickly. I missed my period, I told Joel because I was nervous, we took a test, we went to the doctor who confirmed it, and a week later he got down on one knee. I didn’t expect it, but I honestly think when he told his family about it that they pushed the idea into his head. You know how traditional they are in their ideals. He never really so much as kissed anyone before me, and now all of a sudden there’s a baby involved? It was almost all instantaneous and then he was telling me I’m the love of his life and he wants to spend it all as my husband.” “He also,” Isa interjected, “might be considering a lot in the idea of his public image. Not that it minimizes the fact that he does want to get married, of course, but he’s always been el inocente and now he’s gotten his girlfriend pregnant. He went from not even knowing whether he wanted to be arriba or abajo to now he obviously as done enough of both to have successfully put a baby up in there.” Kaja laughed and playfully smacked at Isa’s shoulder. “Will you shut up?” Isa giggled to herself. “While we’re on the subject, which does he in fact prefer?” “Oh my god,” Kaja choked, her face flushing bright red before she hid it in her cupped hands. After taking a small sip of coffee, she straightened in her chair. “Well I have the new sonogram pictures, but there’s no point. You can’t see much more than a speck. Joel at first thought it was an habichuela.” Isa cackled at the thought of Joel spinning the print of the ultrasound in his hands, searching for his baby behind what he thought was a bean. “Well you know,” she began once she stopped laughing, “that if you ever need any help with anything, Jasmyn and I are here for you. I’ve been there and back with everything pregnancy related so no question is stupid and I’ll be there when the boys are stuck traveling around and Joel can’t be with you.” Kaja reached for her friend’s hands across the table and squeezed them between her own. “Thanks, Isa. Love you.” Isa winked. “Love you too, mama. You know that.” Kaja let her hands go so they both were able to grab their drinks and sip. “So, we both have babies incubating, and that’s great, but I want to check on you.” Isa’s eyes widened slightly and she sat a little more straight in her chair. “So have you talked about names and what gender he’s hoping for?” Kaja rolled her eyes. She had expected deflection. “Isa. I only want to help.” Isa’s shoulders fell, her body surrendering and abandoning its defensive stance. “I know that, mama. I just… There’s nothing to help.” “There’s always a way to help,” Kaja offered. “It just has to be discussed to find out what that help can be.” The waiter stopping to take their orders was a distraction for only a moment. Once they thanked him and he stepped away, Isa knew just by the look in Kaja’s eyes that she wasn’t going to let it go. Isabella nervously tucked loose hair behind her ear. “Zabdiel and I had a bit of a… discussion the other night and he’s been avoiding me more than usual the past two days. We haven’t really spoken.” Kaja sighed quietly. It killed her to see two people she cared about so deeply start to lose grip on a relationship she had always admired. Perhaps she’d only liked the way it appeared looking at it from the outside. “What was the discussion?” Isa busied herself with stirring her spoon idly around her teacup. “God, I could use a mimosa instead right now.” Kaja waited patiently for a response without interrupting. Her friend might need to be given a moment, but she would come around and speak. The quiet was broken by Isa’s phone vibrating on the tabletop to alert her of a text message from her lover. Cada segunda que no estas conmigo es una eternidad. He decorated the beginning of the lyric with musical note emojis and the end with his favorite smiley sticking its tongue out. Pensando en ti siempre, nena. Te amo tanto. A second buzz from another text from Christopher. ¿Que haces, mi vida? Her fingers danced across her screen in a fast reply, eager to take advantage of a moment when the band wasn’t engaged in an activity that he could correspond with her. Comiendo brunch con Kaja, hablando del bebe y todo. Te extraño, mi principe. ¿Que hacen ustedes? “Isa?” Kaja pushed to bring her focus back. Seeing her friend would not relent, she placed her phone face up on the table and sighed. “He had promised he would spend the evening with Joaquin because he’s gone so much. He spent time at the studio but afterwards went out to dinner with Carlos and had too much to drink. As soon as he came home, I was angry because Quin was so upset all night and all Zabdiel wanted to do was forget about that and have sex. I said no and that our relationship should be more than that. It should be fun, love, caring about our family and I feel like he’s putting that to the wayside. I know he’s working on the new music a lot, but at some point make me feel like I matter. Right now I feel like a broken record, repeating however many times that I should mean more to him than just being there to have sex and have his kids.” Kaja broke from nibbling her lower lip to speak. “He does love you, Isa.” “He may,” Isa offered. “But this has been so stressful it’s enough to make the baby pop out at any minute. So I told him… Maybe it’s time to let this go. And he posted a very fitting cover on his instagram the next day after the radio show like a petty teenage girl.” Kaja gently rolled her cup around between her closed hands. “So you think it’s over?” Isa took a short gulp of tea and let out an unsure murmur as she swallowed. “We haven’t said the words. But we know where we both stand.” Kaja tapped her nails along the table anxiously. “At this precipice in limbo, neither of you wanting to make a move to better it or cut ties?” She laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, I suppose.” Her phone shook against the table again so she looked down and read a reply from Christopher. Estoy aqui solo en la oficina del director. ¿Recuerdas que el gestor iba a organizar un camefeo papel para mí en esa película este verano después de la gira? She had forgotten. But that proud feeling was immediately washed away by realizing that Zabdiel was not with the band recording as he had said he would be. “He’s still avoiding me,” Isa said, clicking her tongue in her mouth. “I thought he was recording with the band today. Chris just said they’re not all together.” Kaja tried to change the subject to bring her friend’s anxiety down. “Is that Chris who keeps texting you?” Isabella nodded immediately, not realizing until after she had that the safer response probably would have been to deny it. Kaja scoffed. “You both get on so well and when he isn’t being his wacky, weird self he’s really thoughtful and insightful. I’m sure he’s probably been helpful through all this. You always light up when you talk to him.” Isa nodded again, slower this time. “You know how his stupid comments just make you laugh.” Kaja laughed at an obvious memory. “Claro. So maybe try and get some feedback from him about it. I’m sure he’s the most understanding and mature about it. That is… if you want to try to work it out.” Isa’s upper teeth gnawed on her lower lip. “I feel like… everything we built our life on was only because I got pregnant. Since Joaquin was born we’ve just been trying to hold together, pretending that it’s alright. Maybe the foundation that we had wasn’t strong enough to support the weight and responsibility of a family.” Kaja took the final sip of her coffee and gave a hesitant smile. “Sometimes when there’s a weak foundation in something, all that’s needed to make it better is to stop, go back to where you started, and reinforce it.” Isa bit the end of her drinking straw rather than continue to bite her lip. “How?” The waiter came and interrupted again, setting their plates down on the table. Kaja smiled and took a quick bite. “Marriage is proving difficult. Go back and date again like teenagers - build it up from the start. Don’t have sex immediately, let it be about getting to know each other again. See if that helps, if that makes it worth it. I know Joel told Zabdi to do the same thing.” Isa had picked up her knife and fork but, upon hearing that, instantly put them down, almost offended. “Joel suggested that to him? He spoke to Joel about all this?” A cringe flashed across Kaja’s face, realizing the slip of her tongue that she shouldn’t have allowed, but her friend also deserved the entire truth. “This bothered him just as much. He doesn’t know exactly how to handle it either. So maybe taking that step toward the same idea might help things. But I mean, Isa, you have to vent about it or you’ll lose your mind. You don’t think he’s entitled to do the same?” As suddenly as she’d become angry, she exhaled the emotion and relaxed. “I guess.” Her phone vibrated on the table again and she realized she’d forgotten to answer Chris so he’d probably written back with something. But her husband’s name flashed across the screen with a new message. Erick y Yanelis van a llegar a la casa con Joaquin a la 5. Yo estare alli pa pasar un ratito con el. Despues, tenemos que hablar. All she could muster to type back was an Okay. Kaja tried to study Isa’s change in expression to sense the emotion of her thought process. “I mean, do you really want to fix it?” Isa anxiously pressed the lock button on the side of her phone repeatedly, only to have that make the lock screen picture of Zabdiel holding Joaquin high in his arms flash on and off. Joaquin’s smile while being in his father’s arms couldn’t be denied. It didn’t matter if her heart was sad, that happy smile on her baby boy’s face meant more. He was everything. This family deserved a chance to rebuild. “Yeah, I really do.” - Zabdiel rapped his knuckles against the front door to his bandmate's mansion, then shoved his hands into his pockets anxiously. Spilling his soul to Joel during a moment of frustration was one thing. He'd just been frustrated, quiet, and tense, so when Joel had asked what was wrong it was the dam breaking. Zabdiel told him everything. Almost everything. But Chris he could be a little more candid with. Closer in age and experiences, as well as being a close friend with his wife, Zabdiel figured that Christopher would be able to give him more insight as to the direction he should begin taking. He was a little taken aback when a female figure clothed in only an oversized t-shirt answered the door instead of his friend. "Krista. ¿Como estas?" She smiled widely at Zabdiel, shifting her weight to her other leg, her bare feet still arched as if she were wearing heels. "¿Bien, y tu?" He focused his eyes on hers, ignoring how scantily she was dressed and how long her legs appeared when she stood on the balls of her feet as she was. "Bien. ¿Donde esta Chris?" She shrugged, turning around and walking across the foyer. "Meeting at management about a small role in a show or something. Should be back early evening." Zabdiel stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "I won't bother you, then. I just wanted to talk to him for a bit." She giggled, sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island. "Is that really why you're here, Zabdiel?" His eyebrows knit together. "¿De qué hablas?" She let her hair down from her ponytail and let her clasped hands fall between her spread legs. "He is one of your best friends. You didn't know he had that meeting today and wouldn't be home? You didn't want to come over when we would have the house to ourselves for a few hours?" "Krista," Zabdiel groaned, his tone warning. "Obviamente no. Ya te lo dije." "¿Que tu me dijiste, papi?" she laughed innocently, biting her lip and flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Lo que hicimos fue un error," he gulped. "Y no va a pasar otra vez." She stood, padding softly over to where he remained still, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "¿Que no va a pasar otra vez, papi? Que no me vas a tocar, no me vas a besar, no me vas a comer?” Krista subtly moved against him so her hips rolled against his. “¿No me vas a coger?” "One time," he mumbled. "We were drunk. It was a mistake. I told you it was never going to happen again." She smirked, letting her fingertips trace over his belt. "You let your inhibitions go when you were drinking and finally did what you wanted to. You still want it now." He gulped down the heavy lump in his throat. "Estoy casado. No puedo hacerlo otra vez. Mi esposa… esto va a romper su corazon. No puedo.” Her smirk grew as her lips pressed against the side of his neck. "Pero tu lo quieres, tu lo necesitas. I see how you look at me." She arched up higher on her feet and lightly gripped his collar, pulling his head down to meet hers. Krista's lips brushed against his as she gently spoke, "Don't deny yourself what you need, mi amor." No longer able to resist, he leaned down and kissed her with the fever he had been fighting. They swiped their arms across the counter behind her, clearing it of anything that might get in the way of their bodies as the heat rose between them. And without thought of consequence, they repeated the mistake he had promised himself he would never make again. - Thiago and Joaquin started racing across the front yard to see who could get to the front door fastest as soon as Erick and Yanelis let them each out of their carseats. No sooner did they reach the door did they see Zabdiel’s Escalade following up the driveway and ran back to greet him. “Tio Zabdi!” Thiago yelled, squeezing his leg as he exited the car. “Papi!” Joaquin screamed, jumping up into Zabdiel’s arms. Zabdiel struggled to grip onto his little boy, not having expected the leap he made. “Hey mijo,” Zabdiel chuckled, kissing his forehead and ruffling Thiago’s hair. Joaquin tugged at Zabdiel’s shirt with a cautiously hopeful question. “Papi, are we going to play futbol like you said?” “Claro que si, Quin,” he said with a wide smile. Joaquin’s eyes went alight in disbelief. “¿De veras? You promise?” Zabdiel nodded. “Si, antes de la cena, papo. Did you have fun with Tio Erick?” “No, amigo,” Erick interrupted. “You ask the chicos, ‘Did you torture Tio Erick?’” Both boys laughed, running back off to the house. Thiago touched the latch that opened the front door for them and they continued to run into the house. Zabdiel clapped Erick’s hand in his in greeting, leaning in for a half hug. “Pero la verdad- ¿se portó bien hoy?” Erick rolled his eyes while his sister laughed and kissed Zabdiel’s cheek. “Claro que si, Zabdi. Como siempre. No te preocupes.” Zabdiel kissed her cheek in return. “Muchisimas gracias por cuidar a mi niño hoy, Yanelis. Te lo agradezco.” “¿Y que de mi?” Erick huffed. “¿Que de ti, bro?” Zabdi laughed again. Erick, jokingly offended, was about to storm off but Zabdiel caught his shoulder to stop him. “Esperate - You think you could watch him inside for just five minutes? Tengo que hablar con Izzy for un momentito.” Erick’s expression changed from smiling and playful to a solemn one. “Por supuesto… ¿Todo está bien?” He tried to hide his defeated sigh under a soft laugh. “Pues, vamos a ver.” Yanelis had already gone inside behind the boys and ran out into the backyard onto the trampoline with them. Isa had just watched the whirlwind run by her, hand on the bump of her belly. “Did you sugar up my son?” she questioned Erick as he headed out the back patio door. “Of course not,” he laughed innocently before running to catch up to the screeching children outside. “Carajo," she giggled with a roll of her eyes, rubbing over her belly as she made her way over to the counter to continue preparing dinner. “Is it okay?” Zabdiel murmured, slowing his approach. She didn’t turn to face him, only busied her hands with chopping the lettuce for the salad she was making. “Is what okay?” “The baby,” he said simply. “You keep rubbing your stomach like the baby is bothering you.” She shook her head, her face stoic. “Not bothering. Just kicking.” His eyebrows raised and his mouth hung slightly agape. He hadn’t realized it was far enough along now that he would be able to feel his baby moving within her womb. “You can feel it?” She couldn’t suppress the smile that crept across her face. “Si.” He took a few steps closer. “Can I?” Isabella paused, but soon turned and grabbed his hand to press it to the swell of her stomach. “Right here.” It took a few moments, but as soon as Zabdiel began to whisper, “I can’t feel it,” the baby knocked against the spot where he rested his hand. His face instantly lit up, joyously laughing and pressing his hand harder against his wife in an attempt to intensify the contact if it were to happen again. She was careful as to the phrasing as to not reveal the gender he wanted to keep secret. “The baby reacts to your voice. Hearing you talking makes the baby kick and move around- dances around when they can hear your music.” His eyes welled with excited tears. “Hola, mi bebe. No puedo esperar a conocerte.” “Pues, tienes que esperar, Zabdi. Baby isn’t done cooking yet,” she chided gently, his smile contagious. But his grin faded as he searched for the words. “Izzy… Can we talk, please?” She turned her attention back to the food preparation in front of her. “¿De que?” “Izzy… Please. We’ve needed to talk for a long time and haven’t. Por favor, mi vida.” And even he didn’t know if he was using the endearment sincerely or out of pure habit. She grabbed for his hand and allowed him to lead her to the kitchen table to sit. She wanted to allow him to speak first since he had wanted to initiate this talk, but she could see he was struggling to find the words. He finally managed, “I don’t like what this is now, what we are now.” “Yo tampoco,” she whispered. Zabdiel cupped her clenched hands between his own, only able to stare down at the floor. “I don’t want it to remain like this. I want to live up to the words I told you at our wedding, the promises we made. We made a family, and for our babies we ought to give it more of a chance than giving up and pushing the other away when things get hard.” She looked out the window, hearing Joaquin shouting and laughing from the other side of the backyard, and then back to where her hand rested on the rise of her belly. “I know we do.” Zabdiel didn’t realize he was squeezing her hands so tightly until he felt his palms sweating and let go. “I know we can’t fix what’s already happened - how I’ve made you feel with me being distant and how I’ve felt you pushed me away. But we can try to start from the beginning. We can date again, learn more about each other like we should have from the start, back like it was before the stress of kids and worldwide music releases.” She was quiet, lost in thought, but in reality it was just spinning in the same circle. She had to give this a try- for her family, for the vows she took, for her son and daughter to get the chance to have the household she never did. “I want to try anything, Zabdiel. I hate how tense it’s been and how uncomfortable I’ve been feeling.” He nodded. “We’re having a new baby. Our family is growing and deserves a happy home. Let me take you out tomorrow night?” She took the initiative of leaning in and pressing her lips to his. “It’s a date.” He smiled and cupped her cheek, leaning back in to kiss her soundly. “As much as I want to begin now, I have a date with a little soccer star outside first.” Joaquin hopped off of the trampoline as soon as Zabdiel joined them in the backyard. “Papi! Time to play!” Erick stopped Zabdiel and silently showed him an email from Renato about their time at the recording studio and their upcoming deadlines for new music. “Is he serious?” Zabdiel snapped. “We were supposed to have more time. What do they expect us to do?” “Well, we have tomorrow. We have to head over there then to finish Alejaste de Mi,” Erick supposed. Zabdiel huffed. “We have no choice. But we could get some mixing done before dinner. Sound good?” Erick nodded and began texting the band’s group chat the details of what they’d just worked out. “Papi?” Joaquin questioned, tugging gently on his pants’ pocket. Zabdiel shook his head “Not now, buddy. Papi has to do something quickly. Later. I know I promised.” As Zabdiel walked away, Joaquin threw the ball he’d been holding onto the ground and began kicking it around alone, missing the goal by a few inches. The truth was his father could make any sort of promise he wanted, but unless he lived up to it what was the point?

if this sucks, blame @cncocubanita she rushed me

chapter 8 is now here.

#cnco fanfiction #cnco fanfic #cnco imagines #cnco icons

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Cultural mixing

Pairing: Zelina Vega x Fem reader

Description: You and your girlfriend make each other meals from your cultures

You smile making fried green tomatoes while music plays throughout the kitchen waiting for your girlfriend to come home. You decided to make a few southern dishes you grew up eating with your family to show more of your culture to Zelina, you first made cajun baked catfish with a roll and asparagus followed by homemade barbequed pork and chicken with mashed potatoes and corn then finally your mom's recipe of fried green tomatoes with peas, sweet corn, and mashed potatoes keeping them warm in the oven until zelina came home and sat down after showering and changing "Hey baby i got a few things for you" you hand her the barbeque which she groans in joy while eating and smiles at you while eating "Oh my god this is amazing". The next day for lunch you both eat fried green tomatoes and she immediately is stunned and in awe as she eats until she is finished "Baby you gotta make these again soon Jesus" then later that same day you both have cajun baked catfish and she just swallows it after squeezing lemon juice over it "Damn Mija! You gotta make this for Rey and the boys!" you laugh but keep the promises, making a big batch of the catfish later that week and bringing it backstage where her friends immediately are in awe as they eat even taking leftovers home with them, you make another batch this time of the mixed barbecue which everyone also enjoyed even taking batches to other wrestlers including the bloodline, judgement day, Kevin Owens, and Liv Morgan then you made more fried green tomatoes this time in two big batches which every single person backstage eats with the homemade sweet and spicy sauce you made. You walk in the door from work to a mouth watering smell seeing zelina cooking "Ah mi vida your home!" you share a kiss before sitting down for dinner "I made you one of my favorites, pinchos they're chicken skewers" you try it and instantly melt as you continue eating "This is amazing!" the next day you groan in hunger at the delicious smell throughout the house "Another Puerto Rican classic bebe Arroz con pollo" you are in awe as you eat the rice and chicken meal full of many flavors at once followed by a flan dessert which was very tasty, later that week you walk in from work with a smile when you smell food cooking in the kitchen "More Puerto Rican flavor! Bistec encebollado" you are full of joy eating the steak and onions with rice and roasted peaches which added a unique flavor you would never forget "God thank you for sharing these with me baby" she smiles giving you a gentle kiss "Thank you for sharing yours with me mi dulces" you both smile everytime you smell the familiar scents of these meals and new smells of meals you made from your cultures to each other later on.

#zelina vega x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #zelina vega

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littleblondesoprano · 3 years

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Share the playlists

Oh hell. I'll share two of them! (The Get Down & Feeling Good) I'm only linking The Get Down b/c Feeling Good would take...for fucking ever. 😂😂

The Get Down

Turn Me On by Royal Bliss

Get You (Ft. Kali Uchis) by Daniel Caesar

Crazy Bitch by Buck Cherry (it started out ironically, but...now it's not)

Rollin (ft. Future & Khalid) by Calvin Harris

Redbone by Childish Gambino

Take Me Where Your Heart Is by Q

Japanese Denim by Daniel Caesar

Be Mean by DNC

It Girl by Elle King

Hot Blooded by Foreigner (I had to)

Pony by Ginuwine

Think About You by Guns n' Roses

Anything Goes by Guns n' Roses

Rocket Queen by Guns n' Roses

Adorn by Miguel

Gimmie More by Britney Spears

Circus by Britney Spears

Down for You (ft. BJ the Chicago Kid) by Kehlani

Dirty Work by Halestorm

Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm

Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves

Devil's Daughter by Silvertide

Move Your Body by My Darkest Days

Up All Night by Hinder

Feeling Good

Good Thing by Barns Courtney

London Girls by Barns Courtney

Fun Never Ends by Barns Courtney

Good Girls by Elle King

Catch Us If You Can by Elle King

America's Sweetheart by Elle King

Baby Outlaw by Elle King

It Girl by Elle King

Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy

Novocaine by Fall Out Boy

Rat a Tat (ft. Courtney Love) by Fall Out Boy

Teeth by Lady Gaga

Good As Hell by Lizzo

Victorious by P!ATD

Hallelujah by P!ATD

Roaring 20s by P!ATD

Vegas Lights by P!ATD

Let's Kill Tonight by P!ATD

Oh Glory by P!ATD

Shakedown by The Score

In My Car (I'll Be the Driver) by Shania Twain

Up! (Red Version) by Shania Twain

Dance Monkey by Tones and I

Silvertongue by Young the Giant

Luci by Zand

Kicks by Barns Courtney

Home by Barns Courtney

You and I by Barns Courtney

9 to 5 by Dolly Parton

Talk of the Town by Elle King

American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy

Tiffany Blews by Fall Out Boy

20 Dollar Nose Bleed by Fall Out Boy

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

Where Did the Party Go by Fall Out Boy

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by P!ATD

I Wanna Go by Britney Spears

Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

Shotgun by George Ezra

Red Wine (ft. Empress Of) by MO

Electric Love by BORNS

Drunk (And I Don't Wanna Go Home) by Elle King and Miranda Lambert

Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias

Bailando (ft. Descemer Bueno & Gente de Zona) {Spanish Version} by Enrique

Loca (ft. El Cata) by Shakira

Burnin' Love by Wynonna Judd

Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest

Santeria by Sublime

Promised Land by Elvis Presley

Jackie (2001 Remix) by Joanne & BZ

Vivir Mi Vida by Marc Anthony

Teenagers by MCR

Mama by MCR

House of Wolves by MCR

The Sharpest Lives by MCR

DNCE by DNCE

Pay My Rent by DNCE

Kissing Strangers (ft. Nikki Minaj) by DNCE

Blown by DNCE

Good Day by DNCE

That's How You Know (ft. Kid Ink & Bebe Rexha) by Nico & Vinz

Dancin (ft. Luvli) {Krono Remix} by Aaron Smith

Sweet by Brockhampton

Gold by Brockhampton

Thanks for asking! Enjoy!

#they're not super long #but I like them.#also I'm so open to more songs #mail #anon #playlists

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kreacciones · 6 years

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I.M como novio...

• Su primer beso sería:

— “Deja de molestarme - eran amigos y esta era una de las miles de salidas que tenían semanalmente”.

— “Tu sola pides que te moleste. Debes cumplir la penitencia.- un bufido saldría de tus labios”.

— “¿Qué quieres que haga?”

— “Un beso en la mejilla- se encogería de brazos despreocupado mientras tu corazón volaba en tu pecho”.

— “Okey....- temerosa te acercarías y en el momento en el cual estabas lo suficientemente cerca, él se daría la vuelta y sus labios terminarían juntandose”.

— “Listo... Ya cumpliste el castigo”.

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• Te llevaría a citas nocturnas, que son sus favoritas. Tal vez a algún festival o feria costumbrista a probar delicias coreanas. También te haría llevar ridículas tiaras en la cabeza para sacarte fotos que algún día utilizaría a su favor.

Sus citas serían bastante sencillas, pero eso no le quitarían lo romántico, pues experimentarían momentos que recordarán el resto de sus vidas.

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• Changkyun no parece ser del tipo de novio que es tan demostrativo como lo es Minhyuk, pero si parece ser del tipo detallista. Guardará cada una de las fotos que se saquen juntas y las cuidaría como si de oro se tratara.

También, amaría usar la ropa que anteriormente le hubieras tomado prestada, pues aun conservaría tu perfume. Sin embargo, no te lo diría jamás.

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• La vida es una sola y hay que vivirla... Con él vivirás diferentes aventuras y harán estupideces juntos.

Se ve como alguien serio... Pero créeme, de repente, en el momento más inesperado, saldrá con alguna tontería que te hará reír mientras estás en medio de una situación sería.

Obviamente, tú al retarlo reiría de manera discreta para que solo tú quedarás como la loca.

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• La relación no sería muy skinship... Pero él sabrá cuál es el momento y en qué lados de tu cuerpo tocar... Para lograr su objetivo.

Tal vez... use el skinship para manipularte... solo tal vez... 🌚

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• Al igual que Hyungwon, Changkyun querría que fueras directa con lo que quieres, así que olvídate de hacerle aegyo para llamar su atención, no te tomaría en serio y te molestará hasta que se aburra.

— “No soy adivino...¿Qué quieres? ¿Tienes hambre? ¿Tienes sed? ¿QUÉ?”

— “Olvídalo, lo único que conseguirás serán un montón de bromas”.

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• En otra cosa en la cual se parece mucho a Hyungwon es que también es un niño meme. Pueden estas hablando lo mas normal de la vida, cuando de repente te pondría una cara fea sin intención o para hacerte reír.

Él sabría que tu guardas todas sus caras derp que se suben al internet, lo que tu no sabes es que él te saca fotos comprometedoras para convertirlos en memes... los cuales terminará usando tarde o temprano...

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• Puede ser el maknae, pero eso no lo hace él más inocente de Monsta X. De la nada, subiría las cejas divertidamente, lo que te haría reír. Sin embargo, sabrás de inmediato lo que que trata de decirte... quiere diversión contigo... ahora.

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• Continuamente te da charlas sobre lo mucho que hay que cuidar el medio ambiente, sobretodo el agua que poco a poco está escaseando, por lo que las pobres plantas corrían peligro. Todo esto para insinuarte que debían bañarse juntos para “ahorrar”.

La forma de insinuación de Changkyun en sí es bastante chistosa, pero probablemente terminarías accediendo entre risas y sin rechistar.

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• Changkyun sería el tipo de novio que te llamaría por apodos en inglés, todo dependiendo de la situación en la que se encontraran y si estaban solos o en presencia del resto de los chicos:

— “Sweetie”

— “Beauty”

— “Princess”

— “Angel”

Aunque si se sentía más juguetón, te llamaría:

— “Babe” o “”My baby”

— “Baby girl”

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• Nunca habrán silencios incómodos con él, todo lo contrario. Podrían estar acostados sin hablar, pero les encantaría. Tal vez él viendo una serie en la TV mientras tu estuvieses acostada sobre sus piernas jugando o viendo algo en el celular...

Solo intenta no quedarte dormida, puede que le venga el atacazo artístico y termines como Jooheon... con la cara rayada y un “I.M estuvo aquí “.

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• Si los chicos presentes, los besos que te daría serían muy rápidos y simples, pero prepárate cuando estén a solas. Te pillará desprevenida y generalmente serán besos con dobles intenciones.

Serán besos juguetones donde apoyaría sus manos en tu cadera o cuello y mordería tu labio cuando tenga que parar un segundo para respirar. Besaría tu cuello si sabe que es tu área sensible, incluso si no tiene más intenciones que molestarte.

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• Tu familia al principio pensaría que Changkyun es mudo, pues Changkyun no hablaría mucho. Pero poco a poco, se iría ganando el cariño de todos... al menos de los mayores.

En relación a los más pequeños, les encantaría molestarlo ya que les parecía chistoso ver como I.M se enojaba y se picaba.

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— “Bebe voy tarde -Changkyun entró al baño mientras aun estabas sacándote la ropa”.

— “Tuviste tu oportunidad, ahora es mi turno -quisiste sacarlo pero ya se había sacado los bóxers para entrar a la ducha”.

— “Vamos, podemos compartirla -dió una pequeña sonrisa mientras disimuladamente miraba tu cuerpo desnudo ya”.

— “Eres un tramposo -entraste junto con él mientras el agua caía en tu cabeza”.

— “Vamos, yo enjabonaré tu espalda -te diste la vuelta y sentiste como sus manos pasaban jabón por ella, era temprano pero aún así tenerlo así de cerca en las mañanas siempre terminaba en retrasos de los dos.- Levanta los brazos -hiciste caso de ello y sus manos empezaron a bajar por tu abdomen, nuevamente había sido una mala idea bañarse juntos. Se apretó contra tu cuerpo mientras dejaba besos por tu hombro”.

— “Llegare tarde... -las palabras casi salían como un jadeo”.

— “Yo ya voy tarde, 15 minutos más o menos... Qué importa”.

— “Me van a terminar despidiendo- reíste mientras el agua seguía mojando tu cuerpo y el de él”.

— “No lo harán, porque te irás feliz y satisfecha de acá, dicen que así... trabajas mejor -luego la temperatura del agua aumentó y no solo por el calentador de agua...”

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Se suponía que tu novio llegaría en solo 3 días más a casa, por lo cual, estabas muy emocionada. Pero aún así querías aprovechar los últimos días en los cuales estarías sola, por lo que andabas por la casa en solo ropa interior y una cola de caballo, y música fuerte mientras trabajabas en la cama con tu computador.

En un momento te dió muchísima sed y fuiste bailando a la cocina a buscar agua, cuando ya ibas de vuelta sentiste la puerta cerrarse.

— “Diablos... Pero qué recibimiento -I.M había vuelto antes de lo presupuestado, pero tampoco esperaba encontrarse a su novia en solo ropa interior”.

— “¡Amor!- dejarías el vaso en la mesa y correrías a saludarlo.- Volvisteeeee- pondrías las piernas en su cintura mientras lo llenas de besos”.

— “Si... Volví antes- se reía mientras su manos te sostenían desde tu trasero- y parece que lo sabías ah...”

— “No lo sabía... Pero creo que fue conveniente que me encontrarás asi- tus labios atraparían la piel de su cuello mientras el reía nervioso”.

— “Oh Dios, si que te extrañaba...”

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En conclusión, aunque es un chico que no se sabe expresar tan bien, contigo se esforzará en hacerlo, tanto que con el tiempo poco a poco tomaría más confianza para expresarte lo mucho que te ama.

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