#please this joke sounds better in spanish

[mapiforpresident]

Hey there, maybe you could do prompt 6 for your Mapi x Ingrid x Reader fic?

Off to Norway

Mapi x Ingrid x reader

Summary: In which you and Ingrid plan a surprise to cheer your girlfriend up.

Warnings: none

You had been with Mapi and Ingrid for almost two years now, and it had been the best two years of your life. You had known Ingrid longer, both playing on the Norwegian national team, but you had played for Barcelona longer than she had.

Your relationship had not had that many ups and downs so far, being mostly smooth sailing, until recently. Mapi had been feeling a little insecure and jealous of yours and Ingrid's relationship recently. She had been protesting the Spanish national team, so during international breaks, she would sit at home with Bagheera while you and Ingrid went off to Norway together, seemingly not that sad about leaving her because you had each other. On top of that, her Norwegian was terrible, and you and Ingrid tended to speak your mother tongue to each other a lot of the time, making her feel left out. She never wanted to say anything either, not wanting to sound pathetic or too needy.

Right now, she was laying in between you and Ingrid, her head on your shoulder and her legs in Ingrid's lap. She wanted nothing more than to tell you and Ingrid how she felt so that you guys would reassure her that you loved her and missed her just as much as she did when you guys were gone.

You were slowly running your hands through Mapi's hair, also lost in thought. What Mapi didn't know was that the reason you and Ingrid had been speaking in Norwegian to each other more was that you were planning a surprise for Mapi. You knew Mapi felt left out and insecure whenever you and Ingrid went to camp. What you didn't know was how deep these feelings went and how you and Ingrid being more secretive only fueled these feelings.

Ingrid broke you both out of your thoughts when she lifted Mapi's legs off her lap and stood up, heading in the direction of the kitchen. "I think dinner is almost ready, my loves. Mapi, why don't you come set the table. Y/n, can you please go grab my phone charger? My phone's about to die."

That was your cue to go get the surprise for Mapi, so after Mapi stood up with a grumble about being comfortable, you also stood up. Before Mapi could head to the kitchen though, you pulled her back into your arms and kissed her softly, which was very unusual for the two of you; normally, you two were quite rough with each other. She kissed you back and then allowed you to pull her into your arms as she buried her shorter frame into you, head tucked in your neck.

"What was that for, amor?" she asked you.

"I just love you so much and I haven't kissed you in almost thirty minutes." With a quiet chuckle into your neck, she hugged you tighter.

"Hurry up, or you two will be sleeping on the couch again!" Ingrid shouted from the kitchen, wondering what was taking you both so long.

"We better hurry up, bebé, because we both know she isn't joking about sleeping on the couch." You told Mapi as she released herself from your warm embrace. She smacked your butt as she headed in the direction of the kitchen, not wanting to deal with Ingrid's wrath. You turned around and glared at her as you headed towards the hallway to grab the surprise. Once you had grabbed the envelope, you returned to the kitchen to see the table set and Mapi hugging Ingrid from behind as Ingrid stirred the food. You quickly set the envelope on your chair where Mapi wouldn't see it and went to hug your girls. You swiped a bite of the food as Mapi laughed and Ingrid smacked your hand away, telling you both to sit down. You glanced over at Mapi, who was smiling at what Ingrid was telling her about something she and her mom were talking about on the phone earlier, but you could tell it didn't reach her eyes. You knew it must be incredibly hard for her during International breaks to support her girls from afar while staying in Spain alone, especially because most of her friends were on the Spanish national team. You really hoped this surprise would make her happy and reassure her that you and Ingrid hated to be away from her and sharing a bed with Ingrid at national camp just wasn't the same; there was a huge piece of both of your lives missing.

Ingrid brought the food to the table, and you all dug in, Ingrid cooking one of Mapi's favorite meals. The whole dinner you and Ingrid had large grins on your faces, glancing back and forth between each other and her. It was starting to be weird. As Mapi put her fork down once she had finished the delicious meal, she looked up to see both of her girlfriends grinning at her excitedly.

"Ok, what's going on? You two normally don't act this weird. One of you isn't pregnant, are you?" Mapi was looking back and forth trying to decipher what was going on.

"Oh my god, no, how would that even work? That's really the first thing that came to your mind." You said to Mapi.

"No, nothing like that, my love, we just have a surprise for you." Ingrid, the obviously more sensible one, responded.

"Is this why you two have been acting weird and keep speaking in Norwegian? I even tried to do some more Duolingo to try and figure out what you guys are saying, but you speak too fast." Mapi said as she cautiously took the envelope you handed her.

"Open it. Open it." You were incredibly excited to see her reaction and for her to experience the surprise.

Mapi carefully opened it to reveal three tickets. It took her about a minute of staring at them for her to realize what they were and what they meant. "These are plane tickets to Norway. For tomorrow. I'm confused, you don't leave for camp for three more days. And why is there three? This one has my name." You and Ingrid both saw the moment that it clicked for her, seeing a tear well up in her eyes and a bright smile forming. "Are you guys serious? I'm going to Norway with you?" You could tell she was extremely happy, but also didn't want to get her hopes up in case this was a cruel prank or she misread the entire situation.

"Yes, amor, you are flying to Norway with us. We are spending two days before camp at my parents' house, and then we are going to camp. We booked you a room in the same hotel as the team, and we got you tickets to both games. We even got you a custom jersey with Ingrid's name and my number on the back. But it's at my parents' house, so we can give it to you once we get there. My parents are so excited to see you again. They even asked what foods you liked so they could buy them and..." You ranted to Mapi a mile a minute as she let out a few tears. She could barely keep up, but she mostly knew what you were saying and that was that she was going with you both and wouldn't have to spend the break feeling insecure and jealous about yours and Ingrid's relationship. She stood up and barreled into you, hugging you so tight. Ingrid immediately stood up and hugged Mapi from behind.

"Thank you both so much; you don't know how much this means to me. I'm so proud when you both play for your country, but I always miss you so much."

"We always miss you so much too. I can't wait for you to be our WAG." Ingrid replied as she kissed Mapi's head and pulled her impossibly closer.

"Our sexy WAG. I can't wait to see you in the Norway jersey. You won't be taking it off the entire break." You added in.

"I can't wait." Mapi said as she looked up and smiled a smile that fully reached her eyes. You pulled her into a kiss, this one more rough than the one you shared in the living room earlier. You both were very eager to start your mini-vacation, realizing you no longer had to say the dreaded goodbye to one another. Once you both pulled away, she turned and kissed Ingrid, leaving you to be the one to wrap your arms around her from behind. Just as you leaned down to start kissing her neck, you realized, "Guys, we need to start packing. I need to go find my warmer clothes. Mapi, have you still got those warm sweatpants I like."

"Slow down, amor, we have plenty of time to pack." Ingrid said as she pecked your lips and went to go pull out the suitcases, ready to spend quality time with her girls in her home country.

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[faithshouseofchaos]

The heart wants it wants — Carlos Sainz a reader

Summary— From the moment you first saw him you knew that he was the one for you..

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The first time you laid eyes on the Spanish boy you knew he was the one, Granted that you were 10 and he was 17 but that still didn’t stop you from looking at him like he painted the heavens and had hung the stars and moon. The first person who truly noticed was your friend Mick who had known you for four years. “You like him don't you” Mick had asked at the time “what no i don’t like him what are you talking about?” You had immediately denied the accusation, Mick just shook his head and said “you look at Carlos like my parents look at each other and how Seb looks at Hanna y/n”. You had to give him credit for a 14 year old boy. He was pretty smart. That was one of the reasons why you had looked up to him. If you were being honest you’d say he knew you better than you knew yourself after all the two of you had grown up together.

Four years had passed and you were now 14 and racing in formula 4 with Oscar Piastri as your teammate. He was 8 months older than you to the day everyone often joked that the two of you could have twins all because of your birthdays. This was April 6th and yours was December 6th. That wasn’t the only similarity that you both shared, you both had a calm old soul demeanor and you both were great drivers for your age. As time went on one thing never changed and was your love for Carlos who was now 20 and racing with Renault in formula one. When the news broke out about him moving on to F1 you were with Seb at Christian Horner's house for a BBQ when you heard the news. You had to excuse yourself from the group and went to bed early that night. You had made a promise to yourself to not let your love for Carlos get in the way of your racing.

Four more years had passed since then. It's now 2019 and you are now 18 and in PREMA racing with Logan Sargent,Oscar Piastri and Arthur Leclerc as your teammates. Everyone who had followed your racing career has given you a nickname The Aviator for your smooth and defensive driving approach there were rumors about you going to red Bull in a few years it was no secret that Christian Horner had an eye out for you it was also no secret that he had followed your career from the very moment Sebastian had introduced you to him. The truth was that you were good, everyone saw that and everyone wanted you to race for them. Last you had heard Carlos left Renault and joined Red Bull Racing. Now you were in your apartment pacing back and forth ranting to Mick “Can't you go with me to this party Christian is throwing I really don't want to be by myself?” you had asked your friend Mick chuckled and shook his head “As much fun as that sounds I have to catch my flight home liebe Schwester and besides Max will be there and Daniel and not to mention Sebastian is going to remember. Why are you freaking out about some party — wait for a second no I understand it's because Carlos will be there isn't it?” he said in a teasing manner with a smirk on his face “ok Stop looking at me like that please I'm stressing out here” you said wanting the group to open up and swallow you whole. “Ok ok ok like I said just stick to Max You both are pretty good friends, especially after what you did to Jos,” he said “I got disqualified from the race doing that,” I said “Yeah that's true but you did what everyone wanted to do for years anyways I need to leave before I miss my flight you'll be fine Shcewster I promise,” Mick said giving you a hug and a small on the top of your head before walking out the door.

The Jos incident two years ago…

You were 16 at the time in Belgium at a race walking around taking in everything around you when you heard someone yelling and screaming you knew who it was. Looking at the culprit you saw Jos Verstappen screaming in his son's maxes face for making a few mistakes on the race track which was crazy because he had come in second place and that wasn’t good enough for the man. Seb had always told you not to get involved he himself tried to help on the boy but no matter how bad things got Max was always stuck by his father wanting him to be proud but it was never good enough. You on the other hand were sick of it and took matters into your own hands. You walked up to the Father putting on your helmet pulling Max out of the way and slammed your head helmet in his face. You had heard a satisfying crunch pulling up your visor looking down at Jos. “You should be Proud of Max, he’s a great racer and hell maybe he will win a few WDC one day.” You said before walking away.

A knock at your door brought you out of the memory grabbing your phone and keys. You opened your door and to your surprise Carlos was standing there. “Carlos, what are you doing here?” Him confused because Max was the one who was supposed to pick you up, not the Spaniard who you had feelings for. “Max pregamed on the way here and asked me to pick up” he said, looking you up and down. “Oh ok let’s get going I don’t want to be late” you said walking out. It was a nice party that Christian had thrown. It was getting late and people started to leave but Max,Alex,Pierre,Daniel and Carlos stayed behind to hangout and sober up a bit before heading back to their respective homes and or hotels. A while has passed and the guys decided to play truth or dare “y/n truth or dare?” Pierre asked “truth?” You say “ok is it true that you have feelings for someone on the grid?” He asked “yes” you say looking down at your feet “who is it?” Alex asked curiously. “I really don’t want to talk about it okay it’s just a silly crush that’s all,” you say getting annoyed “Okay no need to be upset y/n this is just all in good fun,” Daniel said “Yeah Whatever I’m done playing this I’m tired and wanna go home so I’m calling it a night,” you say getting up and walking away from the group “I better go drop her off at her apartment I was the one who brought her here,” Carlos said to the guys.

The car ride back home was silent but not the awkward kind of silence it was comfortable in a way. “I’m sorry for making you leave earlier I was just annoyed and tired” you say apologizing to Carlos “don’t worry about it Mel I was ready to go anyways” he said turning the car off “thank you for bringing me back” you said looking at him with your hand on the door handle “your welcome” with that you opened up the door and got out closing the door you take a deep breath and walked up the stairs to your door. “Hey y/n wait” Carlos said running up to you he grabbed your arm making you turn to look at you “what’s wrong?” You asked confusedly. He looked at your eyes and then your lips before saying “this is what’s wrong” before kissing you. This is what’s wrong, those words rolled around in your head like a sick and twisted lyric this is what’s wrong those words turned your stomach making you feel sick and not in a good way it was like a sick joke that was being played on you. Pulling away you looked at Carlos telling him goodnight before walking inside your apartment trying not to break down.

Once again 4 years have passed and you are 22 years old and driving for Red Bull Oscar was driving for Mclaren,Mick was at Hass with k-mag Logan was at Williams and Arthur was at Ferrari drivers academy. After that night at Christian’s party everyone noticed a change in you. The only person who knew what was wrong with you was Mick and Oscar. That's because y’all share everything with each other. The day you signed with Red Bull you realized you had made it all your hard work had paid off. You and Carlos never talked about that Kiss four years ago. Truth be told you avoided him like the plague and everyone with two eyes could see that. You we’re getting ready for the race when max came up to you wishing you good luck and no matter what the engineer tells me to just do whatever I wanted knowing that they wanted you to just defend him so he could when again you were a great driver so he had no doubt that you would be fine out there.

You were doing great, you went from P12 to P4 by the 14th lap and you were making your way through the other drivers like a hot knife cutting butter. A few laps more laps went by and you were now in P2 overtaking Sebastian and Lewis Hamilton when the race had been red flagged.

“What’s the red flag for?” You asked your engineer

“A Ferrari has caught on fire and had to retire” your engineer said

“Who’s car is it and are they okay” you asked, feeling dread flow through your body which was understandable in this line of work you never know when it’ll be your last.

“Ita carlos Sainz car he can’t get out of the car with it rolling back on him it looked liked the engine blew on him” your engineer said

“Is anyone going to help him?” You asked

“Honestly I don’t know the safety car will be deployed Marshall’s will get to him as soon as possible so whatever you do I’d do it now before it’s to late”

Making up your mind you sped up overtaking Max and getting the fastest lap. You know that Christian would be pissed for not following the strategy of defending Max but you didn’t care you just couldn’t lose another person. Coming up to where Carlos was on the side of the track you slowed down and pulled up right behind him stopping his car long enough for the single Fire marshal to use the fire extinguisher to try and put out the flames you turned the car off and then climbed out to help any way you could.

Once you helped the Marshall keep Carlos’s car stationary you helped him climb out of his car

“Hey are you okay,” asked Carlos as soon as helped him out. “Are you insane Y/n you could have gotten yourself killed!” he yelled “I'm insane. What's wrong with you? You could have gotten yourself killed by not getting out of the car you psycho!” You yelled back at him “I had to save the car to the best of my ability y/n get over it” Carlos said “It’s just a car Ferrari can get another car you dumbass that’s replaceable your life isn’t you jerk!” You screamed at him. “What’s this really about y/n?” Carlos asked “I can’t lose another person” you said heartbroken “I gotta get back to the garage” you whispered walking back to your car driving back to Red Bull.

You had been disqualified from the race for getting out of your car. What had happened today on the track was disgusting. It took safety marshals way too long to get to Carlos, almost costing him his life. You were annoyed and rightfully so. Getting back into the garage you had ignored everyone and went straight back to your driver's room to cool down. You truly believed that you were over him but they always had said the heart wants what it wants.

By now the race was over and you knew Max had won just by his National Anthem playing. It would have been your first win in Formula One but you had sacrificed it for someone who didn't even thank you for your help. After cooling down you took off your race suit and fireproofs, taking a quick shower before heading back to your hotel room.

After taking a quick shower and having a talk with Christian about today he decided to let you go back to the hotel. You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your door and annoyed you sighed and opened the door and saw max. “What are you doing here?” You asked him “come on we’re going to a bar and we are getting drunk Even though you technically didn’t finish the race you were amazing today and I’m proud of that y/n not many people on the grid can overtake me but you did and like I said I’m proud of you so throw on some shoes and let’s go you don’t even need to change” max said you looked at him for a second before replying to him “alright I'll put my shoes on but my bra is staying off I'm not putting it back on” you explained sliding your shoes on. What you didn't know was that this was all a part of the guy's plan to get you to admit your feelings to Carlos. Everyone was sick of the tension between the two of you so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

You were walking in front of Max when all of a sudden you hear someone shout get her before being grabbed and locked in a storage closet. “WHAT THE HELL GUYS LET ME OUT” you yelled through the door trying to open it. “Not till you grow a pair and talk it out we are sick of the awkward sexual tension between you two of you” you hear someone say but it wasn’t just anyone it was your best friend Mick who you didn’t even realize was in town. “Mick please let me out” you say pounding on the door. “It’s no use I already tried, they won’t open up” Carlos said from his spot on the floor. “I can’t believe they did this” you say under your breath “I’m sorry” you heard Carlos whisper “what?” You asked “I’m sorry for snapping at you and taking my frustration out on you. You didn’t deserve it you were just trying to help me” he said apologizing looking at you “it’s fine I get it I too would have been angry” you say. “Why’d you do it you know sacrificing your first F1 race like that for me why’d you do it?” Carlos asked “because I can’t lose anymore people that I care about” you admitted. “Yeah I get that but you looked scared and you were pale. I watched the color drain from your face y/n so please don’t give me that half truth” Carlos says wanting the actual truth. You averted your gaze to the floor before speaking “The truth is I like you Carlos, and if I’m being honest with myself I have liked you since the first time I met you I was like 10 at the time, and ever since then no matter how hard I tried to move on from this silly crush I couldn’t because I love you” you admitted trying not to cry. Carlos stood up and looked down at you “I love you too, Ever since that party Christian threw and I had kissed you that night I tried to fight I really did You were 18 I was 25 I knew that you were the one even though it felt so wrong at the time it also felt so right and I apologize if I hurt you that night or any night after that because if I had it would have killed me Y/n because I love you” Carlos said holding your face in between his hands. Standing up on your tippy toes you kissed him for the first time since that night at your apartment for the first time in four years something that felt wrong then felt so right now in this moment where it was just the two of you.

On the other side of the door…

“You think they confessed yet?” Lando asked

“I hope so I was getting sick of Carlos huffing and puffing” Charles responded “50 bucks says their fucking” Pierre said “really Pierre is everything about sex with you?” Max asked.

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[zepskies]

Hey loved your Sam having a crush on Dean's gf! I was wondering if I could request the flipped version where Dean has a crush on Sam's gf 😏😏

Oh my God, hun! 🫢

The way I didn't even contemplate this!! But it's so delicious...

(And thank you for reading that Dean imagine! It was angsty, but oh so fun. 😘)

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Word Count: 1,300

Imagine: Dean gives you an impossible choice.

Dean hates this. He hates it more than anything.

He hates the look of you, all soft curves and smiles that brighten your eyes. Your hair looks even softer.

(He wants to tangle his fingers in it, tight, until your voice echoes in his ear.)

He hates that you bake cookies on Saturdays. (He also hates that you're learning how to make pies, just because he mentioned off-handedly that you should try. If your snickerdoodles are this good, he can only imagine what you could do with some cherry filling.)

He hates that you greet him, every morning, without fail, with a hand on his shoulder and asking how he's slept. (Even better if you'd joined me, he thinks.)

And then his mind gets truly creative, imagining all the ways he could make you lose sleep. All the ways his hands and tongue could get creative, tracing the contours of your body.

He hates all of that too.

But what he hates most of all?

That you're Sammy's girl.

Sam's known you longer, since college. The two of you reconnected after the second apocalypse diverted. Or was it the third one? Dean's lost count at this point.

So you're smart. Sam studied Latin, but you studied Greek and Spanish, and even symbology. You consider yourself a linguist -- a fact that had Dean grinning from the moment he met you...

But as many times as he made you blush and smile with his charm and a well-placed joke, it was Sam who hooked you with one of his dimpled smiles and asking you for help on a case.

You'd agreed, for him. The two of you bonded over your nerddom, with heads bowed over ancient texts and shared personal history, and Dean tried not to feel like an outsider.

And yet, even when you fell for his brother. Even when you moved into the bunker, taking up his counter space with your ridiculous baking appliances. Even when you doted and touched and kissed and promised Sam more with your eyes, Dean couldn't shake the feeling that he'd missed his chance.

So Dean backed off. He made excuses not to be around you and Sam when it got too much for him. Had to ignore the way his stomach churned (and maybe his heart clenched too).

...Until his chance comes. He sees it.

He's also a bit drunk.

"Aw, Dean. You okay?" you ask, picking up a large, empty bottle of whiskey by his hand, which still holds a fifth of a glass.

"Oh, I'm good," he replies, raising his brows with a smile. "I'm real good."

You snort with a laugh. He smirks at the sound; he would never admit it, but a small part inside him always swells with warmth when he makes you laugh.

You bring him a glass of water with just a few cubes of ice. You know he doesn't like it packed to the top. "Drink this."

"What's the magic word?" Dean teases, even as you take the glass tumbler out of his hand.

You then sit next to him at the kitchen table and offer him a wry smile, resting your chin in your hand while your elbow rests on the table. "Please, will you hydrate yourself?"

"Already did," Dean remarks.

"Dean," you say, more seriously gesturing to the water. "Please."

He hesitates. But seeing your face, he finally rolls his eyes and dutifully sips at the tall glass of water.

You reach out for his shoulder. His inebriated gaze is drawn to your hand, the smooth skin of your arm, and back to your face that shows soft concern.

"You don't drink like this unless something's on your mind," you say.

Dean falters. When did you get to know him so well?

"What, a man can't drink alone anymore?" he says wryly.

"He can, but he's gonna have to spill his guts sooner or later," you smirk. Dean grimaces at the image. Suddenly the Jameson sloshing around in his gut doesn't feel all that nice. But the longer he looks at you, the worse he feels.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know," he says. He gestures, with the hand that holds his glass, up at his head. "'S not for newcomers."

"Yeah, but I'm not a newcomer, am I?" you quip.

Dean can't help it. He stares at your face. Your damn perfect face. Perfect for him.

His heart clenches with the pain of guilt. With thoughts he shouldn't have. How he'd rather slit his own wrists than hurt his little brother. Not like this, for fuck's sake.

But Dean's got a problem. It's eating him down to the bone.

He wants you. He really wants you. More than he's wanted anything in so long...

"You really wanna know?" Dean asks. His voice is both a rumble and a coarse whisper. His green-eyed gaze falls to your lips.

For your part, you suck in a subtle breath. Your eyes widen, and your body's frozen, suspended in time.

You stare back at Dean's handsome face, overgrown with stubble, like he’s forgotten to shave. And you finally know what he's been hiding for the past few months. Why he sometimes ducks out when it's supposed to be the three of you, hanging out, watching a movie, sharing a pizza, being friends and family all at once.

You sometimes thought Dean had something against you, no matter how many times Sam has said, "That's not it." With one of those pensive looks on his face.

Like he knows something you don't, and just doesn't want to speak it into existence.

But then, Sam would distract you with his hand stroking your cheek. A kiss to your lips, sweet, but with urgency. You like that about Sam. You even love that about him -- how he can be both kind and considerate, but passionate in his affections.

But now, you stare at the eldest Winchester's face. You don't even know what you're thinking.

Dean sees the blush staining your cheeks.

He leans in, slowly. He’s mere inches away from finding out how sweet you really are.

He hears your shallow breath. His eyes flick up to yours, briefly capturing you again. You smell whiskey on him, but it doesn't completely drown out his cologne. His Deanness.

You can feel your face heating up further, down to your neck. What the fuck is happening right now?

"Tell me no," Dean says. Tell me to stop, or I swear to God...

"Dean, what..." you whisper. But that's not a no.

Still, he can't. He just can't do it. Not to Sam.

Dean just reaches out with a hand to soothe a gentle thumb across your cheek. He realizes then that he loves you. He loves you enough to let you go, if he has to.

"It comes down to this," Dean says. His voice is deep, full of grit and desire. You can see it in his eyes. He sees the conflict in yours.

He swallows. His heart is pounding against his ribcage, but he uses every ounce of self-restraint he has left, forcing his hand to fall away from your cheek.

"You've got two choices, sweetheart," he says. And he pulls away, leaving you there at the table.

Dean doesn't know it, but your heart is about to burst just like his. What the hell! How could he do that? Why...

But you realize then, holding a hand to your wildly beating, guilt-ridden, confused heart.

You never told him no.

AN: I love Sam, don't get me wrong. But because I'm unequivocally a Dean girl, I had to leave it a bit ambiguous. 😏

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Imagine: Choosing him.

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[thew4nder3r]

I don't know why but i just think about Miguel with a latina girlfriend but not just any latina. A mexican girl. And a lil something about us mexican girl is that we only take shit from two men. Our fathers and god. No else. 💁🏽‍♀️

He hates how much of a chokehold you have on him.

i mean, he's the leader of the whole ass spider organization but the second he sees you mumbling in spanish oh god this man's never experienced this much fear.

one day, he had sent you on a mission to another universe and you came back soaked in rain and pissed off.

"How was it- oh shit." He quickly shut up when he saw your angry face.

"oh it went amazing." You yank your mask off and throw it to god knows where.

"Miguel i swear to fucking god the next time you send me on a mission and i come back soaking wet i WILL SNAP YOUR NECK." he knew you didn't mean it but the way you got in his face and on the tips of your toes as you yelled made his body tense.

"Su puta madre me voy a regresar a mi universo y quedarme con mi papá por que con una CHINGADA YA ME HARTE DE ANDAR PERSIGUIENDO PINCHES GENTE POR CIUDADES QUE NI CONOZCO!" You screamed and ranted about how much you hated chasing people around 24/7. "Tiene hambre mi chiquita?" God that nickname it made you melt.

"yea...very hungry." You stand up from the couch, grabbing your hair and pushing it behind you.

"I made soup." "Congrats. You didn't burn the house down." You joke and he playfully pushes your shoulder.

"How was the mission?" He asked, sitting next to you. "You were gone for a while."

you sigh. "It was okay, supongo. We caught who we needed to catch but then the rain started pouring and now i look like a soaked cat."

he grabs your hair, pulling it into a low ponytail. "So it doesn't irritate mi princesa."

How does he do this? Every time you're in a bad mood, he always makes you feel better. "Thanks." You smile. "Am i crazy or is your skin darker than last week?" You laugh. "Don't you like my skin? Or would you prefer a blonde chic who can't go outside without getting a sunburn?" You smirk at him. He comes closer to you, kissing your jawline. "I like your skin like this. Mi morenita~" you giggle. You lean in to kiss his lips but stop only an inch away from him. "I missed you..."

He HATES how everyone makes fun of him.

Lyla always tells him how "he's the boss but she's the mastermind."

One time, Hobby had gotten on his nerves and he had started to go off on him until he felt your hand on his shoulder.

"miguel. No seas grosero." Everyone went silent. Expecting Miguel to start fuming. How DARE anyone tell him what to do?!

"Fine." Everyone was so confused. "Did she?" "Yep."

"what the hell are all of you looking at?! GET OUT!!" Ahh there he is.

Once everyone had left, he pressed his body against yours and hid his face in your neck. "God i hate that kid." You laughed at how exhausted he sounded.

okay. Now we're getting into the smut part of it. So yea. 🧍‍♀️💦

God this man.

he's fucking animalistic.

"Hmm yea you like this don't you? Ohh yea cum for papi. Cum on papi's dick."

woof woof bark 😫💦

he likes when you're a brat but he'll never admit it.

"Maldita niña malcriada. What would your father think, hmm? Seeing your boyfriend fuck the brat outta you?"

He'll wrap his hand around your neck and push you deeper into the pillows of your shared bed.

He looks all high and mighty but he will melt the moment you push him down onto his chair and straddle his lap.

"Ohh yea. Muy bien chiquita." He's got a firm grip on your hips as he stares at the place where your bodies met.

he loved seeing how face contort in please. Your wavy dark hair cascading down your shoulders as you bounced on his dick.

"You like bouncing on my dick, corazón? Yea yea you do, pretty girl. Keep bouncing just like that." His praises made you clench around him causing him to let out a whimper.

this man can eat me for breakfast lunch and dinner 😘

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #Smut #fliff #spiderman 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #spiderverse #oh my fuck #miguel ohara #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman smut #spiderman x you #yummy

[nicolesainz]

Hey, really love the writing😍 I was perhaps wondering if it were possible to do a Jenson Button x reader x Fernando Alonso. (Age gap with a young reader like 21years old)

Where the reader is Jenson's girlfriend and Jenson takes her along to a grandprix. After the race while Jenson's busy with interviews the reader walks around the paddock and runs into sweaty, sexy Alonso and he flirts with her FULLY aware that she's Jenson's girlfriend.... And yea some romantic drama perhaps... I fully understand if you're not able to do it though, it was just a suggestion. Thank you for your awesome work❤️

Hands close and teammates closer (JB22 x FA14)

Jenson Button x f!reader x Fernando Alonso

Author's note: Thank you so much for the support, it means the world to me! I am so sorry this too way too long to write. I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as possible.

Also Jenson admitting publicly that Fernando is his man crush, is my new Roman Empire. What do you think? Will Nando go to Mercy along with George for the 2025 season?

Warnings: angst, jealously, possessiveness,

Summary: requested

Monaco has to be one of my favourite circuits on the calendar. And trust me it is not because of the luxury and mamma mia vibes its feeling radiates. What I love, is the fact that I can get lost in the streets of the crown jewel and still be able to guide myself through the lines of the circuits and the fierce sound of engines.

Since this is Jenson's final year in Formula One, I have decided to follow him along in all the races taking place in the calendar, so that this historic season finishes off in a smooth but memorable way. What better feeling than witnessing twenty men in front of your eyes racing hard core in the fastest vehicles on earth and one of them being your boyfriend, right?

With all the eyes being on focused on the two silver arrows that are the championship contenders as well, no one really pays attention to Mclaren's lack of luck this season. Multiple engine failures, pit stop difficulties, strategy errors. It hasn't been the most perfect season the team has had.

Whether it is first, second or even twentieth place, for me, supporting Jenson through thick and thin is my priority. I have witnessed his glory days but that will not stop me from enjoying watching him fight for points in the championship to help the team get back on their feet.

What pleased Jenson even more was when both he and Fernando were into the points after a difficult races. This helped them gain some confidence agains the other midfield teams. Although Jenson wasn't very pleased when Fernando was always following me and him during the race weekend at the paddock. Well, it was mostly me he was following.

Fernando has just gotten out of a long term relationship and seeing his teammate in a happy and healthy one, wasn't boosting his mentality very much. It was the exact opposite. Jenson couldn't really be able to help him given that he hadn't been through such a difficult heartbreak ever.

At first, everything was innocent and friendly. Me and Fernando were casually chatting about our daily lives, his as an F1 driver and mine as an English Professor. Always laughing, making jokes and freely giggling with one another.

Then, when the Spanish Grand Prix arrived and all the drivers were waving at the fans from the paddock and grandstands, everyone was cheering and shouting Fernando's name, given he was the national hero and as he was waving at the audience, he grabbed my waist and held me against his side, as if I was his lady.

That night, Jenson was about to murder his own teammate for the first time. Because the downfall didn't start there. At the Austrian Grand Prix, when Fernando had an unfortunate DNF due to an engine failure, he rushed angrily back to the garage and everyone was trying to console him.

After a few moment, one of the mechanics asked me to go and seek him, given that they were told he wasn't in a position to talk to anyone else but myself, which was very odd.

Austrian Grand Prix flashbacks

"Hey Nando. I am so sorry for the malfunction." I open the door to his driver's room slowly, given that I wasn't aware if he still had his race suit on.

"Come in, Y/N, and thank you. But you know, it's never easy to retire the car after having a good race." Fernando still hadn't looked at me. It is a gutting feeling for a champion to retire so unfortunately.

"I am sure a win is close. One final push and you will be back on the top step of the podium. I have no doubts." I tried to sound as positive as I could, although I knew deep down Mclaren was not capable of winning any race or barely making it to the podium.

"You are the only one who believes in me anymore, y/n. I do not know how to repay you." He got up and took my hands into his, caressing them softly. I really wanted to pull my hands away from his grasp, but instead I made small steps towards the door.

"Jenson believes in you as well, the whole team does. Just do not lose faith in yourself."

"Don't try and give them your credit sweetheart. You are the only one." Before I could react, Fernando landed a kiss on my cheek but I quickly removed my body away from his and walked out of his room.

End of flashback

When I told Jenson, Fernando kissed me he was fuming. Obviously he asked me if I kissed him back, but I denied it. Because I hadn't kissed him, I simply ran away. If there was a hidden camera on Fernando's room I would use it as proof.

At the next race in Hungary, Jenson was still very angry at Fernando that he willingly pushed him off the track and lost 5 places at the beginning of the race, which led to Fernando getting P15 by the end of Lap 1.

Mclaren mechanics were disappointed at Jenson's behaviour. Why would he push his own teammate off the track. Rumors started spreading around the paddock that Jenson was plotting against Fernando and trying to sabotage his races so the team would take into account his bad performances and eventually fire him.

Jenson finished the race in a worthy fourth place, whilst Fernando in P11. Very mixed feelings for the results given that this was the best Fernando could do with a damaged and already underperforming machinery.

Interviewers were flooding Jenson with questions about the first lap incident, what was the actual cause, if he had done it on purpose or it was an accident. All the replied was "I didn't want to lose my position".

As if there wasn't enough drama with Nico and Lewis in the paddock and on the track, now Fernando and Jenson were fueling the media with the answers each were giving to the press.

"I needed to guard my position in order to gain more places"

"I was trying to avoid the cars behind me and eventually fell."

"I did not mean to push Fernando. Clearly driver's error that he went off the track."

"I don't know what Jenson was trying to achieve but he clearly had things going his way today. Pushing off his own teammate. Unbelievable."

"If he thinks I did it on purpose, fine by me, but I know my worth and I am aware of the mistakes I do. First lap incidents occur very often, if he doesn't already know that."

"He is a world champion, like myself. Why is he behaving like we are in go-karts? We should work as a team."

After the interviews, Jenson was called in from McLaren so he could explain himself about the incident and try to save his reputation from getting wrecked because of what he said in the press.

When I walk away from where I left Jenson, I am met with a full blown red, still in his overalls and sweaty Fernando. He is very angry and you can tell from the way his knuckles have gone white.

When he raises his head and looks at me, somehow all the anger that had possessed him, seemed to wash away with a smile covering the pain.

"I am so sorry Fernando, I have no idea why he did so. This all seems ridiculous. I will try to reason him."

"No need cariño. I will take care of him. I know exactly why he is doing so."

What did Fernando knew that I didn't? What was going on, I thought to myself as his eyes were getting shadier and lustier. The use of the pet name made me feel uncomfortable as he was crossing a line that shouldn't have been crossed.

"Why is he doing it then?"

"Because he is clearly jealous. Can't you see it? You are always coming to me in the end."

"I care about you Fernando but not in the way you imagine."

"That is why you let me kiss you the other time in Austria? I know what you are trying to do sweetheart. If you want to be with me just say it."

I was stunned by his statement. From where exactly did he extract this conclusion that I wanted to be with him. I was so disgusted by his saviour. He knew I was Jenson's fiancee. I loved him dearly, so why on earth would I want t be with another man?

I didn't calculate my actions and as Jenson was coming out of the office, my hand instantly landed on Fernando's smirking face. The slap echoed in the room and Jenson's eyes widened enough to pop out from anger.

"I love Jenson so much. There is a reason why I gave up my job to be with him and travel around the world. I will marry this man and I will not allow anyone to interfere in our relationship. I don't know from where you drew the conclusion that I am in love with you, Fernando. I am sorry but you crossed the line."

I ran away from the room and Jenson was following me along, trying to catch up on what was had happened. Tears were storming down my cheeks and I was all flushed up and tensed. If Fernando marked the end to mine and Jenson's relationship I would never forgive him.

"Darling please wait up. What happened?" Jenson's soft voice stopped me on my tracks. I turned around and he was met with a distraught version of myself that he had not met before.

Jenson took me into his arms lovingly, kissing the top of my head, shushing me to calm down, whilst caressing my back gently. I was so shaken by what Fernando had accused me. How could he?

"Talk to me dear. What did he say to you?" His voice was calming me down as he knew I wasn't to blame for what he saw.

"Fernando accused me of hitting on him and wanting to be with him instead of you, which in no way is true." Jenson didn't reply to what I had said. He was silent but tightened his grip on me.

"Say something, anything. I promise to my life that I did not do anything of what he said. Please trust me." I was begging him to utter a single word.

"I am trying not to go back there and chop of his dick. I know you would never do anything to harm our relationship baby. I believe you." He looked deep into my eyes and my heart instantly softened.

"I will stop being in the garage if it means avoiding him at all costs. I will go into the grandstands. I don't mind really." I offered but Jenson instantly rejected it.

"Are you insane? I will simply ask Daniel if he can take you in with him and Max. I trust them blindly, plus you will have much more fun over there." Daniel and Max, the super dynamic duo everyone had been talking about. They are two very funny guys and Jenson has a very good relationship with Daniel.

"I would never want my future wife to not be in the paddock supporting me. I love you immensely and I would hate not having you around, seeing your beautiful face and having someone encouraging me."

"I love you with all my heart Jenson. I am your and only, forever. Thank you for taking care of me. Even in a different garage, I will cheer for you. Even if that means silently so the Red Bull guys don't kick me out."

"Everyone loves me darling, I am sure they won't mind. But don't root very much for Daniel cause he is a womaniser" He winked at me and I laughed with my head hidden inside his chest.

#jenson button x reader #fernando alonso x reader #jenson button #fernando alonso #fanfic #jenson button x you #fernando alonso x you

[didishawn]

can you maybe do a gavi x reader where he gets really jealous because another footballer had been under her post telling her to leave him for me or just like flirty comments, and then she jockes about it a bit and then he reminds her who she belongs to?

Green is a good color when it comes to fucking (Gavi x Reader) smut

Warnings: flirty comments, jealousy, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

"¿Pero que cojones hace?" (what the fuck is he doing?)

You boyfriend's outburst makes you look away from you tiktok to him, he has that angry bird face he always makes when mad.

"Is something wrong, amor?"

"Ask your little friend"

That makes you rise an eyebrow, walking over to him and looking at his phone screen, your Insta showing up, a photo of you on the beach wearing a tiny bikini that only brings you compliments, his finger points to a comment though.

judebellingham looking nice, let's meet each other soon, please, bring the bikini if you want, we will have real fun

"Wow, it seems I have something that attracts future stars or something"

"Seriously?"

"Come on, it was just a joke, I am sure, you know we go way back"

"Yes, how could I forget about my girlfriend being childhood friends with Jude Bellingham and shared first kisses and all, seems he wants to repeat all that"

"Can't say I am surprised about it, my kisses are the real deal, you know? Pretty exclusive too"

"Yeah, well, now they all belong to me, so he better get that idea inside of his head. Now get and all fours, you seem to need a reminder of who you belong to and forget other boys"

"Joder, así es como deberías estar siempre, preparada para ser follada por mi, nada de ideas de otros chicos en esa linda cabeza" (fuck, this is how you should always be, prepared for me to fuck you, no ideas of other boys in your head)

Hi hands grasp hard on your waist, moving you however he wants, fucking you hard from behind, your ass red, sensitive, all of you is as your fingers rub your clit the other hand pinching your nipples.

He is deep inside, one leg of his up to reach deeper as he basically ruts inside you, you know he is off his mind, he always gets like this at times like this, babbling, whining and moaning, almost trembling.

It is not the first round of the night, he had said before starting something about fucking you dumb, but it is obviously the total opposite, his chest is red, you both are sweaty your back cum stained and some going down your thighs.

His hand reaches up to your neck, pulling you back so your back is against his chest as you feel his abs working as he pounds into you. He goes eve harder, having you both shivering and moaning loudly, his hand pushes yours away, rubbing your sensitive, red clit, he knows you have another on you, wants your walls tightening again around him, to milk him out of everything he is worth.

You obey, of course you do, your juices squirting everywhere, once more wetting the bed as he whispers praises into your ear, thrusts faltering as he too pushes over the edge.

You both drop again to the bed, you cringe when you feel the wet sheets against your skin as he kisses your neck cheek, hand massaging your hair.

The room is silent, before the sound if skin against skin starts again, it's not enough yet for him.

Maybe he will send a picture to Jude too.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #gavi imagine #gavi #gavi x reader #jude bellingham #gavi smut

[luv4-liv]

❝You know what the best thing about having a baby is, honey?"❞

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. +18. unprotected sex (do not do it please¡¡!). neck mark. sex in the kitchen. etc.

Summary: basically, Loki with the idea that he wants a baby, mostly for the timing of it.

The plot of this One Shot is totally mine and my imagination.

You can find it in Spanish on my wattpad account (piscessbabyy)

Remember that English is not my language so it may contain several errors, please be patient with me

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Mar and Loki were arguably at the best point in their relationship.

A few months ago they took a very big step. They had bought an apartment, and were living there together, just the two of them.

But Loki wanted more.

Mar was washing the dishes, while her boyfriend was standing next to her talking to her.

"Mar.." he called out to her for the fourth time in the last ten minutes.

"Tell me."

"We should have a baby." he blurted out as if it was nothing.

She laughed, expecting traces of a joke in his facial expression, but nothing.

"Mhm, forget it."

"What, why? You have to have a baby." he hugged her from behind

"Since when do you like babies?"

"Since the idea of having them with you."

Loki brushed her hair aside and began to leave soft kisses on her neck.

Mar sighed closing the faucet.

"Loki.."

"You know what the best thing about having a baby is, honey?" she shook her head, enjoying his caresses. "The time to do it."

He began to leave nibbles on Mar's neck, unable to contain himself.

She closed her eyes and Loki pulled her up onto the kitchen counter.

Holding onto the counter, she looked into his eyes. Suddenly she felt her breathing was heavy, but at the same time her pulse was racing a thousand-fold.

It didn't take long for him to get rid of his wife's blouse.

"You are so beautiful.."

Loki went further, all the way down to the moment he had her on the counter. His lips bit her until she had to moan with each bite. His eyes were riveted on her, on her neck and chest.

Her gasp as she felt his lips on each bite was a sound that made Loki pause for a moment, so he could start again with more force.

With each bite Loki was as if he had a fiery bonfire inside him, which caused him the need to give more and more kisses and bites.

With one hand, he began to caress her thighs, then made her spread her legs apart, and led his hand between them.

With his hand he reached a spot for Mar, very sensitive to touch, so he put her in a situation where she had to moan.

Loki pushed her underwear aside and began to touch her, leaving her with a blank mind, causing her to do nothing but moan.

Meanwhile, he was kissing her much harder, he could do nothing but let himself be carried away by his senses and be taken away by desire.

"Loki.." she held his wrist, her eyes remained closed, which let Loki know that she was very close.

A few minutes later, she was able to release that knot inside him, moaning even louder, if that was possible.

Loki exhaled from the need he felt so badly and looked at Mar, as she recovered from her panting and moaning from what had just happened.

He quickly removed his pants along with his underwear, he really needed her.

He looked at her for a few seconds, her chest rising and falling, trying to recover from her recent orgasm.

He went back to her and pulled down her underwear, still leaving her skirt on.

He moved closer so he could kiss her, no longer as intensely, but with all the feeling in the world. He lined himself up to her, and slowly entered.

Her gasp was inevitable, as her moans became more intense and his were in breathy tones. They were both being brought to experience a very intense moment.

Loki inside felt on top of the world, as he felt on par with her in this very unique moment.

It wasn't the first time, but they felt that every time they did it, it was just as amazing, and even better.

Meanwhile, Mar was experiencing the same feeling of Loki being on the counter, as this was happening.

It felt like her moans were not coming from her throat, but from her body, which was being shocked by what she was doing, her back was bumping against the wall from time to time, and sweat was covering them both.

His breathing was of the purest need, the one that was a mix between a gasp with breath.

Loki felt very close to reaching the peak, meanwhile, he felt his girlfriend's breathing intensifying.

In the Asgardian's mind, it was as if his whole body was on fire, the same bonfire he had felt before and now he felt the heat was inside him. He wasn't that far into that climb and Mar was letting him know it with her gasps.

The moment the two of them felt so close, the panting got louder, as they felt it was only a short time away from where they had been waiting for so long.

"Loki.. almost there.." she moaned.

"Come on.. You can do it." gasped Loki a little earlier, implying that it was almost nothing left to reach the highest point they had both wanted to feel all the time.

Their gasps and breaths mingled until the moment they both made a noise in unison. They both cried out as they reached their long desired climax together.

Loki had no words to express what had just happened, what he was feeling and what he was beginning to feel, only enough for him to breathe in tandem with Mar, after what they had just experienced. They had never felt it so intensely.

His hands caressed her without stopping, to let her know the sensations that were inside her after what had happened, while Mar could feel that warm liquid inside her.

With one hand and without stopping caressing every inch of her body, Loki approached her lips and began to kiss her. There were only two words to say everything she was feeling at that moment.

"I love you.." she declared first

"I love you more.." said Loki to then kiss her again with more intensity.

Their lips parted for a moment, just to breathe and then she took the opportunity to speak.

"I think we can think about the baby.." Loki smiled at that.

#los vengadores #marvel #marvel smut #one shot #the avengers #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki smut #loki laufesyon x reader #smut

[jamespotterthefirst]

Familia (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, beyond

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey and MC (Lilac Allende)

Word Count: 2.7K

Rating/Warning: T/ Some Language

Summary: Ethan meets her family over a traditional meal of tamales.

Note: In which Lilac's Mexican mother teaches him how to make tamales. Translations at the end :)

The usually cold, pristine kitchen of his apartment appeared like a different place entirely that afternoon. For one, it was crowded as Lilac's family bustled about, the sounds of music, laughter, and lighthearted conversation filling the space. Every inch of the counters was covered in a colorful mosaic of ingredients, each meant for a different dish and each tended to by a different Allende. Tendrils of steam swirled into the air as Mrs. Allende stirred the contents of a sizzling pan, the aroma nothing short of mouthwatering. 

It had never felt so inviting or close to a real home and Ethan felt momentarily stunned. 

He paused at the threshold to admire it, his attention finally resting resolutely on Lilac. She, too, appeared entirely transformed as she cooked and joked with her siblings in both of her languages. Sparkling green eyes creased at the edges, more alive than ever, as she dodged a dusting of flour sent her way by her younger brother. 

“You'll pay for that,” she told him mid laugh, followed by more vows of retaliation in Spanish. 

Ethan basked in the sound of her voice and how her native language made it sound different— like a soft melody that swelled pleasantly with every word. Something soared within him as he watched this version of her, taking root in his chest and blooming very much like the first time he saw her at Edenbrook. 

“Ya basta, muchachos,” Mrs. Allende chided over the hiss of the frying chilis. “Jaime, look at the mess you made all over Dr. Ramsey's kitchen. Clean up all this flour and go keep your dad some company in the living room.”

“Sí, señora,” Jaime Allende said with a mock salute that made his mother roll her eyes lovingly. Once her back was turned, he smirked at his sisters. “See you later, feas. I'll be in the living room enjoying the game.”

Laurel, the eldest, shoved him with her shoulder as he passed. It looked almost comical to Ethan since she was significantly shorter than him.

 “Hey, you better clean this shit up,” she called out after him. When the warning fell on deaf ears, Laurel shook her head and murmured to Lilac, “Twenty four and he still knows how to trick his way out of doing any real work.”

“Typical,” Lilac returned cautiously, eyes on her mother's back. 

Ethan took that opportunity to rejoin his girlfriend at the kitchen, his arms banding around her waist as he quickly kissed her temple. 

Lilac let out a pleased little laugh, her body relaxing against him. 

“How's my dad?” 

“Quiet,” he replied, trying his best not to take it personally. Still, the nerves he felt about meeting her father had tapered into a fine point when the man had spoken less than five words to Ethan. 

“That checks out,” Laurel commented knowingly from beside them. 

Lilac threw her sister an unappreciative look which did nothing to help with his anxiety. She swiveled in Ethan's embrace, her scowl softening when their eyes met. “My dad's just a quiet person at first. Once he gets to know you, he's the goofiest marshmallow imaginable.”

Ethan remained unconvinced, afraid that her father was less than thrilled about their relationship. Then again, if Ethan had a daughter, he would absolutely take issue with the bastard who was both her boss and boyfriend. 

“We found a football game on TV that he likes,” he commented, unsure of what else to say. 

“As long as it's real fútbol, he'll love you already.”

“Yes, he can excuse sleeping with his daughter but he draws the line at American football,” Laurel mused with a wicked laugh, already dodging the slap Lilac sent her way. 

Their mother caught the end of that exchange and sent them a single, silencing look that made both sisters cease at once. Then her eyes swiveled to Ethan and at once, her expression softened. Mrs. Allende straightened her spine and cleaned her hands against her apron. 

“Doctor,” she said cheerfully in Spanish. “Thank you again for inviting us into your lovely home.”

“Es un placer,” he returned as he studiously avoided Laurel's gaze. It would no doubt silently communicate “Kiss ass.”

“Thank you for making dinner,” Ethan said to Mrs. Allende, who waved this away dismissively, though she looked thoroughly pleased. 

“No thanks necessary. I hope you like tamales, Doctor. It's my mother's recipe.”

“I'm honored to try them. How can I help?” 

This was evidently the right thing to ask because Mrs. Allende lit up with pure admiration and approval. If he didn't have her blessing before, he was convinced he did now.

 Waving her daughters aside with fluttering hands and instructions in both languages, Mrs. Allende led Ethan to the part of the counter Jamie formerly occupied. She spent the next few minutes teaching Ethan how to prepare the masa. 

“Muy bien,” she praised minutes later when Ethan had caught on to the technique quickly. “Ya está listo para casarse, Doctor.”

You're ready to get married now. 

Three reactions occurred at once: Lilac coughed, Ethan felt his ears flare with heat, and Laurel all but cackled. 

“Madre!” 

“It's just a saying, mi vida,” her mother returned innocently, finding her way back to the stove. “Why don't you start on the filling?” To Ethan she added, “My Lilita makes the best green salsa, did she tell you?” 

Ethan paused his movements, the sticky dough beneath his palm melting against his skin. 

“She didn't.”

Lilac was studiously avoiding his gaze now, cheeks as red as the tomatoes she rinsed. For as long as he had known her, Lilac had made a show of professing her lack of culinary skills. 

“You're missing out, Doctor,” her mother proclaimed proudly. “Her chilaquiles are the best too.”

Ethan quietly assessed his girlfriend, who gave him a fleeting, embarrassed look. 

“You didn't tell me you could cook.”

Cheeks brighter still, she refused to look at him for longer than a moment. 

“Nothing anyone I know would like.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Mostly obscure Mexican food my grandma taught me how to make.” 

The words were an embarrassed mumble. 

“Your friends and I would love it.”

“Yeah, well…” 

Something about the shame in her expression and the tension in her shoulders opened little fissures along the surface of his heart. With a pang, he began to comprehend that every time his Lilac said, “I can't cook!” it was the simpler alternative. Feigning incompetence was easier than explaining the dishes she loved so much to people who often looked down on them. Not that Ethan or her friends ever would, but all it took was one asshole to look down on her customs with disgust for a protective barrier to emerge.

When Mrs. Allende busied herself with the oven, Ethan moved to encircle his arms around his girlfriend, careful not to get any of the dough still coating his hands on her. 

“Make it for me someday?” 

She blinked at him in surprise and when he smiled, she relaxed against him, nodding quietly. The grateful smile she gave him made his heart skip. 

“Dad's team is losing,” Jamie announced a

minute later as he reentered the kitchen, closely followed by his father. “He's mad. So he'd rather come in here and help wrap the tamales.”

Mr. Allende rolled his eyes at his son. “They have the ref bought, mijo. It's a waste of time to even watch.”

Unbeknownst to him, Laurel and Jamie silently mouthed their father's words in perfect sync behind his back. Ethan almost allowed a smile, unable to resist the infectious laughter that proved to be an Allende family trait. Before he could join in the myrth, however, Mr. Allende's eyes met Ethan's. The older man's expression was an impenetrable mask and it made Ethan's nerves buzz with a start. 

It was only when Mr. Allende's eyes fell down to Ethan's hands, clasped securely around his daughter's waist, that he realized he still held Lilac in a rather close embrace. 

Without thought, Ethan released her, almost shoving her away instinctively. 

Lilac, slightly affronted, shot him a funny look. She was no doubt incredulous that a man Ethan's age was still afraid of his girlfriend's father like some kind of hormonal teenager. A cheeky part of his mind mused that when it came to Lilac, he was much like a juvenile version of himself. 

“You're almost forty,” she teased in a whisper when her family was too preoccupied with an argument over what music to play. 

Ethan threw her a dry, unappreciative glare. He couldn't add anything more because at that moment, the notes of an upbeat and unmistakably eighties song drafted from the small Bluetooth speaker. 

All three Allende siblings groaned in unison, the sound dropping lower still when Mrs. Allende began to dance unabashedly to the beat. 

“Not Luis Miguel,” Laurel sighed. “Our mother's crush.”

“Luis Mi Rey,” their mother corrected with a lovestruck sigh. 

“I'm standing right here,” their father returned, arms crossed.

 Ethan could see, however, that the faux stern expression threatened to break as he watched Margo singing happily. His wife pulled him close, singing lyrics about falling in love under the sun on a beach. 

“I really lucked out,” Mrs. Allende said, voice sing-song and eyes fixed adoringly on her husband. “I ended up with someone better than El Sol de México himself.”

The sun of Mexico belted a high note from the speaker. 

“Yeah, you ended up with the entire solar system with Dad,” Jaime teased, a wicked gaze falling on their father's generous belly. 

“Don't body shame my dad,” Laurel returned sternly, though she looked on the verge of laughter. 

The family dissolved into a good-natured argument. 

Ethan watched them in silence, admiring the small pocket of chaos they occupied as they each spoke over one another. Even in doing so, they laughed and joked until all that could be heard was a chorus of mirth that made his heart ache. 

“The sun is a solitary star,” Ethan found himself saying through the cheerful chatter. 

Everyone fell silent, casting him glances that ranged from curious to downright confused. Only Lilac glanced up at him with a brilliant, knowing smile. 

“Many astronomers believe it once had a companion. As it stands now, it's an anomaly because it's alone in the universe.”

Still, no one said anything. 

Ethan was beginning to wonder if he overstepped and interrupted a family moment with his nonsense. Before panic could settle over his insides like a sheet of ice, his girlfriend wrapped an arm around his waist, settling into his side. 

“In other words,” he continued, eyes moving to a quiet Mr. Allende. “You don't want to be like the sun. You and your wife are more like binary stars, who are gravitational bound forever.”

More silence followed his words and Ethan had half a mind to retreat from the room. 

Finally, when the pause was almost unbearable, Mr. Allende chuckled. 

“You hear that, viejita? I'm better than Luis Miguel. I'm a star.” 

“Made of gas,” Jaime supplied. 

In the chaotic symphony of their laughter, Lilac reclaimed Ethan's attention with a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Ethan Ramsey,” she murmured, impressed. “You are a bit of a poet after all.”

It's how I feel about you. 

“I could've come up with that.” Jaime said loudly. 

“No way,” Laurel returned at once. “You literally said Dad was as vast and old as the solar system.”

“Old?” her father asked in mock offense. “No one said anything about old before.” 

After that brief glimmer of Mr. Allende's approval in the kitchen, the awkward edge in the air lifted. By the time Mrs. Allende promptly sat all of the men at the kitchen table to wrap the tamales, Ethan had proudly earned himself a smile from Lilac’s stoic father. His eyes crinkled at the edges as he watched Ethan studiously wrap the corn husks.

“My wife is going to favor your tamales, Doctor. You’ll make us look bad,” Mr. Allende commented. 

“We do that all on our own, pops,” Jaime returned without missing a beat. As though to prove this point, a glop of dough fell from the corn husk he haphazardly wrapped. 

Ethan paused, concerned. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“Not at all. They’re nearly damn perfect,” Mr. Allende chuckled. 

“Ethan does everything with mathematical precision,” Lilac commented as she approached, placing a kiss on Ethan’s forehead. 

Laurel muttered something from behind Lilac. Whatever it was scandalized her sister. 

Luckily, Mr. Allende missed this because he grinned at Jaime. “See, mijo? You should put your degree to use, too.”

“I was too hungover the day they covered tamal wrapping in my engineering classes,” Jamie returned. 

“Cabrón,” Mr. Allende laughed. 

As it turned out, Mr. Allende was correct. His wife adored the neat work Ethan made of the task she assigned. Bursting with pride and delight, she squeezed Ethan’s shoulder. “Excellent work, mijo!” 

Ethan’s heart felt weightless at the term of endearment.

“Ma, don’t go replacing me as the favorite son,” Jaime joked. 

“About time,” Lilac muttered. 

Jaime and Laurel rolled their eyes, exchanging a look. 

“Middle child,” they chanted in unison. 

They dissolved into a melody of voices and laughter once more. As the tamales steamed, they found themselves locked in a boisterous and heated game of Lotería. Ethan proved to be exceedingly good at it, much to everyone's delighted surprise (except Lilac's). After winning a particularly dramatic and fast-paced round, everyone flashed him an impressed smile.

 Everyone except Laurel. 

“Looks like you met your match, Lau,” Mr. Allende laughed. 

“I only lost because I was calling them,” Laurel responded, red in the face. “It slowed me down.”

“Then let me call them,” Ethan returned, matching the challenge in her voice. 

Lilac smacked an excited hand against the table. “This I have to see!” 

Mrs. Allende, looking just as delighted, proclaimed, “Have him call out the personalized cards too, mija.”

“Personalized?” 

“La Doctora,” Laurel said pointing at Lilac. “Mine is La Maestra and Jaime's is El Ingeniero.”

“Your parents don't have one?” 

“Dad's is already in the original deck,” Jaime began with a devilish grin. “El Borracho.”

Mr. Allende responded with a string of curse words and hearty laughter. 

“Ethan needs one, too,” Mrs. Allende said, kind eyes surveying Ethan. “We need to think of what his will say and I'll ask your cousin Natalia to make it.”

The group erupted into suggestions of what to name Ethan's card but he remained silent. His throat felt inexplicably tight as he watched them, thinking of ways to include him. 

“How about El Anciano?” Lilac whispered close to his ear, her warm hand atop his under the table. 

Ethan smiled at her jab but it was half-hearted. 

“They love you already,” she said reassuringly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

For once, Ethan was speechless. 

“Alright, alright,” Lilac called out through the jovial clamor of voices. “We can decide on Ethan's card over the tamales and the bottle of tequila he bought for tonight.”

Jaime let out a loud cheer, his hands rubbing together in exaggeration. Lilac rose from her seat to retreat the bottle. When she returned, she raised it over her head like a trophy to the cheers of her siblings. 

“Good choice, Doctor,” Mr. Allende commended as he caught sight of the label. “How did you know that was my favorite?” 

Lilac telling him that morning is how Ethan knew. 

“I just knew you had good taste and went with that.”

The smile Mr. Allende gave him left little doubt that he had effectively won him over too. 

Laurel scoffed quietly, flicking a finger to the tip of her nose and spearing Ethan with a look that basically shouted “brown-noser.” On a whim, he flashed her a swift middle finger, careful to keep it hidden from her parents. 

Jamie howled with laughter, Laurel looked impressed, and Lilac grinned, looking far more in love than he'd ever seen her. 

It was then that Ethan realized that the foreign warmth coursing through him, welcoming and comforting as a morning sun, was a sense of belonging. 

Translations:

Masa: Dough

Tamales: A Latin American dish made of dough and filling. It is steamed in corn husks or banana leaves.

Chilaquiles: a traditional Mexican dish consisting of corn tortillas cut into quarters and lightly fried. Usually topped with cheese, cream, and other ingredients.

Mijo/Mija: Term of endearment meaning "son" or "daughter"

El Sol de Mexico: The Sun of Mexico. A nickname dubbed to singer Luis Miguel.

Viejita: Affectionate way of saying older lady

Loteria: a traditional game of chance, similar to bingo, and is played on a deck of cards instead of numbered ping pong balls.

Maestra: Teacher

Ingeniero: Engineer

Borracho: Drunk

Anciano: Old Man

Note: Hi. Lots of apologies to give out. First off, sorry it's been literal months! I'm back. Sorry this is long. Sorry this is long overdue (I wrote it two years ago and held it close to my chest.) Sorry I still have other fics to finish!

And thank you so much if you're still here and read this!

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #playchoices

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - This Is Nice

Requested: on wattpad

Prompts: 3) "I'll stay as long as you need me to."

5) "Will you just...hold me please?"

Warnings: none just flluff

As the car busy bustling slowly but surely quietened down, the loud people went home and the children playing football were called by their mothers, evening set on the warm city of Barcelona. Y/n sat on the floor in her apartment, a glass of coffee in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. A soft smile rested on her lips as she contently painted the outside of her balcony. Her front door opened and in came her boyfriend she loved oh so dearly, looking tired and slumping.

"Hola, amor." Pablo sighed as he dropped his bag in the hall and quickly took off his jacket. "Hello. How was the flight home?" She asked, sipping on her glass. "I wouldn't know. I fell asleep." He admitted and walked in through the door to see her extensive paint collection sprawled across the floor. "Why so much paint?" He asked. Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Shading I suppose."

"Can I sit in here while you paint?" The small voice asked. Y/n's smile softened as a sigh left her lips. "Of course you can." She patted the pillow next to her and resumed painting. Instead of sitting, Pablo lay down and rested his head onto her lap. He opened his eyes and gazed up at her, still painting, but instead of her fingers wrapped around a glass, they were entangled in his hair. "This is nice." He whispered. "It will be until you realise there is paint in your hair." Y/n mumbled. "What?" His eyes opened in panic. "I'm joking. Don't worry." He nodded and went back to relaxing, taking in the sound around him, only for it to be broken a short while after.

"Do you mind if I put on Taylor Swift?" She asked. Pablo groaned. "Okay, fine. I won't." She replied. "No, I have no problem with her, it's just you listen to her so often I end up humming the songs at training." He looked up. "They like to make fun of me for it." Y/n chuckled. "Well you can certainly sing her songs. You're voice suits them." He gave her an unamused look, knowing his voice wasn't the best. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me think I'm the next Enrique Iglesias." Y/n laughed shook her head and chuckled.

"Y/n?" For a moment, she topped painting and looked down at the spaniard. He looked defeated, tired completely sick. "Can you just hold me please?" He mumbled quietly. "Of course I will." She replied, setting her paints aside and holding him in her grasp and stroking his face with her delicate fingers. "This is nice." He said. "Is that the only thing you enjoy saying in English?" She asked him. "No, I like saying your name. I like saying it in Spanish too." He whispered. "Anything else you like saying in English?"

"That I love you." Y/n chuckled and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. "I think it sounds better in Spanish too "

#fcbarcelona #laliga #football #football blurbs #football imagines #pablo gavi #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi blurb

[morgy-doo]

THE OWL HOUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS~

Luz noceda~

has 100% made you read all of the azura books ATLEAST once

has started teaching you spanish because she thought it would be cute if you two had your own cute lil conversations without over people over hearing

always pestering amity on relationship advice

the owl house is basically your second home by now

hooty can never leave you both alone for more than 5 minutes when your with each other

tries to hide whats going on with belos from you but you figure it out pretty quick because she is a BADDDD liar

she just doesn't want you to worry <3

AMAZING at cheering you up, honestly she would throw herself off a cliff just to hear you do that little cry laugh thing

Amity blight~

she is constantly worrying she is not good enough for you

please give this poor girl some love and reassurance

based on the past person she was she is terrified that one day you will realise there are better people and will never speak to her again

even if your not in the track, abomination magic has become a big part of your life

sometimes at school she gets an abomination to follow you around and carry your bags and stuff when she is not avaliable

she thinks its sweet and endearing

you think its terrifying but don't have the heart to tell her

literally gulps down your praise

"you really think i did good?"

she is so proud of herself after that

she cares about you SM

lucky bitch

your safety always becomes before hers and sometimes she forgets to do certain things for herself because she is to occupied with worrying about you

Willow park~

loves gardening with you

honestly you were clueless about how to diffrentiate (did i spell that right?) different types of trees

but ever since dating her you know the label and scientific name of ever plant that's ever grown

good for you boo <3

always is slightly self concious around you

always trying to smooth down her hair

but DAMN this girl is STRICT

if you play a sport or any type of activity that involves potential injury, you better expect her to be wrapping you in bubble wrap the moment you leave that field

if you were trying to impress her with your skills and get hurt, she will scold you the entire time she is fixing your injury, but secretly finds it cute

she will find simple little things to brighten your day like leaving cute little potted plants on your desk before class

Gus porter~

THE MOST supportive boyfriend to ever grace this earth

you wanna try something new? go ahead he will be excited to hear how you liked it

you wanna try out a new sport? he will be cheering you on at every practice and game in the stands

definately owns one of those shirts that say "i love my bf/gf"

tries so hard to impress you

he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you so if you show interest in the slightest thing then boom you own a whole collection of items related to that interest and he has learnt everything there is to know about it off witchapedia

loves watching you use your magic

it interests him

learns so many different jokes just to make you laugh and smile everyday

Boscha (i only just realised she doesn't have a last name)~

oh god how do i even start this

can be super clingy one minute, but then acts as if she is used to the attention from you and couldn't care less

she takes it upon herself to be your protector

even if its from a potential splinter

BIG on pet names

babe,baby,darling,sweetheart, yk

"heh did you see that babe? i totally just saved you from that rogue grudgby ball"

speaking of grudgby, as cliche as it sounds she has bought you a jersey that has her name on it for when she plays grudgby

honestly dies of happiness when she hears you shout "that's my girlfriend!"

always lends you her jacket when your cold, even when she is freezing herself she is way to stubborn to take it back

or she just lets you wear it around the school hallways so everyone knows the coolest girl in school is your girlfriend

when she is ruling hexside, she keeps an eye on you, no matter where you are in the room, her third eye is always on you

she is terrified she is going to lose you like she did the others

lets you sit on her lap when she is on the throne

can you tell she is my favourite?

Hunter deamonne~

he is literally the definition of acts of service

the biggest gentlemen ever

holds open every door, pulls out your chairs for you, literally he could be your slave

gets red VERY easily

when you give him praise he practically melts

found it hard to open up to you about his past but when he does he feels a huge relief

now he tells you literally everything

you totally gossip together all the time

he loves training with you, it's never serious and he can see your magic in action

you are honestly his everything

he loves playing with your hair too

is honestly so good at doing hair, he has learnt how to get the perfect rounded bun

loves you more than life itself

part two? <3

#the owl house #toh #hunter toh #amity toh #luz toh #boscha toh #gus toh #willow toh #x reader

[brotherblaze]

JAILBAIT⁴ —simon 'ghost' riley

▹ simon 'ghost' riley/gn!reader

▹ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

▹ synopsis: Simon comes home to you.

▹ cw: n/a

▹ wc: ~2,3k

▹ last entry in the jailbait series, it's been fun y'all

You text him every day.

But he doesn't always get to answer immediately.

Sometimes he comes back from a mission that ran for too long and turns on his phone just to see dozens of messages from you and he spends the evening going through them instead of sleeping. There are pictures of your cat, screenshots of a bee-themed PowerPoint about a book for class and your new term timetable, a message about utilizing the two-hour break between classes to visit a cat cafe every Monday, and short summaries of how your day went.

Then there are the messages consisting of 'i miss you' and 'i hope you're okay' and 'please come back alive', all sent in the middle of the night. There's a sharp sting in his heart every time he reads those, the taste of poison spreading on his tongue—at the end of the day he is the one causing all these feelings in your life.

Does the way his heart leaps with joy at the thought of you outweigh the pain he's causing your own?

His finger hovers over your name in his contacts, hand just slightly trembling (because maybe it's better if he's out of your life). He glances at the time, quickly running the numbers in his head. Then, he swipes on your name.

The ringing is agonizing.

The seconds tick by and he nervously glances at the time again. Maybe he made a mistake, maybe it's too late and you're already asleep, maybe—

"Hello?" He hears the sound of a door shutting behind you a little too loudly. You hiss a fuck under your breath and Simon can imagine the way your face scrunches up as you flinch at the volume.

His tongue feels like lead in his mouth and for a moment he struggles to find the words to talk to you. He's been radio silent with you for so long that he doesn't even know where to begin. The only thing he can string together is,

"What do you call the wife of a hippie?"

"A Mississippi."

He laughs lowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. You're not mad at him.

"Hi," you say, voice softer, quieter. Silence in the background.

"Hi." He glances at the small clock on his nightstand again. "Don't you have class?" He only asks because he knows you have class right now. Spanish. There's a flicker of guilt that rears its ugly head. Normal boyfriends would have all the time in the world to call you when you're available and yet here he is pulling you away from your expensive education.

"You may not be aware of this but they treat us like adults in university, so if I say I have to take a call, they understand."

"Cheeky."

"You okay?"

"I'm alive."

"Are you coming home?"

"Short mission. Heading out in a few hours." The lie slips from his lips so easily but it tastes like poison. He wants to spit it out, drop to his knees and repent for lying to you, for lying so easily.

Silence stretches between you after that. Maybe you're trying to recall a joke to tell him, maybe you're cherishing every moment of him on the phone because it's one moment less where he's in danger, trying to stretch out the time you have with him.

"What... do you use to cut a Roman emperor's hair?"

"Copy. Behave."

"Me? Always."

His muscles ache as he climbs the stairs of your building. Fatigue weighs his body down like he's drowning with his feet submerged in a block of concrete. His whole body is sore, screaming for rest.

He greets the young mother you sometimes babysit for when he passes her in the hall. Maybe he shouldn't have, maybe he looks too much like a dead man walking for her to recognize him. But then she smiles, greets him, and asks him to thank you for agreeing to babysit tomorrow evening on such short notice. And then she's gone again, her apartment door locking with a resounding click.

Simon drags himself to your door, knuckles tapping against the metal, and waits.

There's an abrupt jerk of the handle, an audible curse when something falls. The door swings open and he's met with your smiling face and you practically throw yourself at him. The force of your body almost has Simon staggering back a step.

You cling to him, arms wrapped around his neck, grip like a vice.

He clutches the back of your head, face buried into the crook of your neck. His other arm is wrapped around your torso, fingers digging into your side so hard it threatens to bruise. The scent of your strawberry body wash is almost overwhelming and he blinks back the tears that dot his waterline. 

He deserves this.

His voice is rough when he speaks, a lump lodged in his throat.

"What do you use to cut a Roman emperor's hair?"

"Caesars." You giggle softly, hot breath caressing the sensitive skin of his neck. You angle your head slightly to peer down the hallway. "Did John come, too?"

"No, just one seat on the plane. Said he'd put a bullet in my ass if I didn't take it."

You snort. "I made pilaf. Should take some over so he won't have to get takeout."

"Your weird version of pilau?"

"It's the only correct version of pilaf."

"Eastern heathen."

You part, though your fingers stay tangled with his and you pull him into your apartment. "No dessert for you, then," you say as the door falls shut. "I hand-made curd snacks 'cause y'know, they don't export those. C'mon." You make your way to the kitchen as Simon is tugging off his boots. They thump loudly when he drops them on the hallway rug. There's another thump, softer and further away, and a series of chirps, a black mass of fur running over to him.

"Hello, gorgeous." Simon hangs his coat in its usual place and scoops your cat up, cradling her to his chest like an infant.

You grab a tupperware container from the overhead cabinet and scoop a good pile of pilaf into it straight from the multicooker on your kitchen counter. Simon watches you with a small smile tugging the corners of his lips up. You leave the spoon in the multicooker and place a plate next to it for Simon.

"I'm gonna drop this off. Be right back."

"Wait." Simon grabs your waist before you're out of reach and pulls you in close. His lips hover over yours for a brief moment and then they meet. He steals the breath from your lungs and you want to be frustrated at how he can always do that but you can't bring yourself to. Instead, you let yourself melt into him, trusting him to lead. His lips are chapped. When he pulls away, his lips curl into a grin. "Hi."

"Hi." You take a moment to pull yourself together, jab your fingers into his bicep for distracting you, and take off to drop off John's meal.

Simon places the cat down and fills his plate, grabs one for you and fills that too, and places them on the kitchen island. Two glasses of water, spoons, bread.

Even though he's starving, he waits until you're back to dig in.

You eat in silence. Simon is too busy scarfing down what he considers to be the most delicious plate of pilau he's ever had and you take a moment to type something on your laptop every now and then.

"Studying?" he asks suddenly, mouth full, another spoonful already raised to his lips. Horrible table manners but at this moment he doesn't care, all he does care about is a stomach full of warm food and a hot shower, and getting to curl up in bed with you.

He deserves this.

"Yeah. Gotta analyze a painting for class. Was just gonna eat and go to bed; finish this tomorrow."

So that's why you're wearing his shirt and sweatpants. He swallows the lump in his throat, mumbles a 'good', and scarfs down the last two spoonfuls of his meal.

He picks up the curd snack from the small plate you'd slid over. "What's this called?"

"Curd snack."

"No, back home."

You smile softly and tell him the word. Three syllables. They feel slightly off on his tongue as he tries to pronounce them the way you did. You repeat the word again, syllable by syllable and he repeats them. You lead and he follows. In the end, you only bury your face into your hands with a laugh and say his pronunciation is good enough and tell him to eat it before the chocolate glaze melts between his fingers. Simon makes a mental note to ask again tomorrow.

He bites into it. It's sweet. The taste spreads on his tongue and he greedily eats the rest, wiping his fingers into the napkin on the table.

"That good, huh?" You tease.

"Fuckin' fantastic."

"Well, if you ever come back with me, you can have the actual thing. They're divine. So many flavors."

"Yours are better."

"You tryin' to get into my pants or something?"

"Maybe."

You nod towards the bathroom with a laugh. "Go shower. Don't let the cat in; the little freak discovered she can drink water off the shower floor." You send a sharp look to the cat sitting on the windowsill and she meows. "It's soap water, you stupid cow." The cat meows again. "No."

Simon retreats into the bathroom for a shower that'll hopefully pull the tension from his shoulders. You quickly type out the few keywords you'll need to continue your homework in the morning and shut off your laptop. The dishes are piled into the sink to soak overnight with a generous amount of dish soap.

His shower is fast and by the time you've shut off all the other lights and put the rest of the pilaf to cool on the windowsill overnight, Simon is done. He cracks the door open to let the warm steam out. You intercept your cat before she can run into the bathroom and lock her in the bedroom.

Then, you find yourself standing at the bathroom door, watching the steam billow out. Simon pushes it open, inviting you in with the sweep of your hand. You shake your head.

"Too warm."

Simon stays there, leaning against the doorway with his shoulder, arms crossed over his chest. You let your eyes wander his body, the grooves of his muscles, the old scars and burns, everything that makes up Simon Riley. The black towel is handing sinfully low on his hips.

"My eyes are up here," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice and you snap your gaze up. "Like what you see?"

Heats floods into your cheeks and you turn on your heel to join the cat in the bedroom. Simon's laughter booms through your apartment.

He exits the bathroom not much later and you're already lounging under the covers, a book propped open on your lap. He leaves his towel draped over the kitchen barstool to dry.

An exhausted sigh escapes Simon once he sinks into your mattress. It's not even soft, more on the firm side, but compared to the military cots he so often finds himself sleeping on, it's like a cloud. The bedroom isn't big but it doesn't feel cramped. There are fairy lights strung under the ceiling to replace the uncomfortably white lights of your ceiling lamp. A fluffy sheepskin rug is placed on either side of the bed and another in front of your closet. Your bed is filled with soft pillows and plushies of various colors.

He deserves this.

Simon turns his head, hand on your knee to pull you closer to him. You whine lowly when he pulls you out of your comfortable reading position.

"Read to me," he mumbles, lips moving against the skin of your thigh. He punctuates his sentence with a chaste kiss.

"It's Hamlet. And I read Hamlet in high school. Not in English. So, no."

He sinks his teeth into your thigh and you feign a dramatic gasp. The book clatters to the floor as you shimmy down until you're face-to-face with him. There are no new scars on him (thank fuck), but the circles under his eyes are worryingly dark. Briefly, you find yourself wondering if he's ever had a restful sleep in his life.

"You should move in with me."

The breath hitches in your throat. He seems sincere, red-rimmed eyes staring at you with a hopeful glimmer. His fingers are tangled in yours, thumb gently caressing the back of your hand.

"Is this..." your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, "an invitation to stay after my student visa expires?"

"Yes."

You open your mouth and close it. Then—

"So you like me being a pain in your ass." Your grin is wide. Simon groans into your fluffy blanket. You sit up, slightly jostling Simon, and bounce up and down on the mattress. "You love me being a pain in your ass."

Your cat yowls loudly from the kitchen and you chuckle as you roll off the bed to go fill her water bowl. "You love me, Simon." You draw the word out for longer than necessary before disappearing with a cackle.

Simon sits up in bed, leaning forward just enough to see you filling the cat's water bowl with fresh cold water from the orange water filter you keep on the kitchen counter. The butterflies perched on his ribs for rest take flight again.

"Yeah, I think I do."

His confession is a whisper into the air, just his secret for now.

He deserves this. 

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[thepaperpanda]

Moonboys vs period || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: What would Moonboys do if you were on your period?

Warnings: Jake is NSFW - minors DNI!

Word count: 1636

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader ; Jake Lockley x fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: there was no beta-reading for Spanish sentences

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

The delicate lining of the womb was being ripped out in a flow of blood. Until the nerve endings become numb, it could be as painful as it sounds. You have always wanted your boyfriend to empathize with you. The only way to improve your mood was to be there emotionally and offer chocolate. 

On the second day of laying in your shared bed with a heating pad pressed to your abdomen, whining from time to time as cramps were too strong to bear, you tried your best to focus on a documentary movie about otters you'd been watching.

Steven:

He just returned home. Not seeing you walking around and doing your stuff worried him a lot. It was the second day and you were still bedridden.

"Y/N?” He asked, walking to the bed to make sure you weren't asleep. Steven smiled once he saw you awake. "Hiya, luv. How are you doing? Any better today?"

You looked at him gently picking your head from the pillow. "Hey, Steven. It's no better, at all, instead, my guts feel like being crushed."

"Oh you poor thing," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can I get you anything? How can I help?"

You slowly sat up, looked at him, and started crying, loudly, your entire body shaking as you did. "Can you just hug me, please?"

Steven was a tad taken aback but nodded. "Yes, yes! Just give me a moment, I need to take my jacket off and I have a gift for you."

You wiped your tears off. "A... A gift?" You sobbed. "For... For me?"

"Of course!" Steven nodded, rushing to the wardrobe to put away his jacket and quickly remove his shoes. "It had to be for your birthday..." He added, digging into his bag. "But I got it earlier to make this painful time a tad better."

Soon he returned to you. Steven got into bed and hid something from you.

"I... It's bloody silly but I hope you'll love it. In the worst case, you'll make fun of me. Okay. Ready?"

You held your breath and nodded, visibly interested.

"So... There is this girl; I am not a cheater. Don't be worried, she makes the most adorable things," Steven said and then presented you with a handmade Khonshu plushy. "W-What do you think?”

"Oh, dear Lord... Oh my God..." You took it to inspect it more closely. "It is so perfect! I love it! I'll sleep with him whenever you're not home! Thank you, Steven!" You knelt on the bed and kissed his cheek, snuggling the stuffy to your chest.

Steven smiled and then pulled you closer to snuggle with you just like he promised a moment ago. "I am so happy you love it! I was worried you'd hate it.”

"How could I hate him?" You almost shove the stuffy into Steven's face. "It's so perfect, soft and squishy - everything Khonshu is not. But wait a minute... You mentioned a girl. What girl?"

Steven blinked, looking at you. "A girl... I don't remember her name but I found a flyer with her offer. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like her or something?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before he said anything. "What? O-Of course I don't like her, don't be ridiculous, love."

"I hope she's not prettier than me..." You looked at him.

"No girl is prettier... How can you even ask me such a thing? You know you're my one and only."

Putting your hand on his cheek, you said, "I know, I like to check in from time to time, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so happy that you made me such a beautiful gift. I couldn't have asked for a better and more caring boyfriend. Thank you."

Marc:

Marc walked into the bedroom to check on you and bring you warm, fresh tea. "Don't worry. I didn't make it in the microwave," he joked, seeing how you looked at him. After placing your favorite mug on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Any better?" Marc asked, moving his hand under your heating pad to rub your really warm stomach.

"Now, when I'm with you, it's much better. But overall, it hurts, I can't find a comfortable position. I hate being a woman. I hate my period."

"My poor girl," he quietly said and kissed your forehead. "Maybe I should get you some meds? And once the bloody waterfall is over, we are heading to the doctor because I don't believe that this is normal in any way."

"Love," you cupped his cheek in your hand, "This is absolutely normal. No need to be worried. I ain't bleeding to death, it's just an annoying period."

"You can't make me believe that being bedridden for two days is normal," he grumbled, nuzzling your hand. "I am not buying this."

"You're such a sweetheart, Marc," you told him sweetly. "Now, can you hold me, please? Can I snuggle up with you?"

Marc nodded, then jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your figure. "I am still worried."

"I hope Khonshu doesn't bother you, love."

"Don't worry about it now. It's fine," he shook his head, hugging you tightly.

After a soft gasp, you let him hug you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, and his breath hitting your nape, made you shiver, taking a comfortable position. "I love you."

"I love you too and I really don't like the fact you suffer so much. I will get you stronger painkillers," Marc concluded, kissing your head.

"You don't have to, it will pass, I promise. Now, just hold me close, like that. I could not have been happier when you were near."

Jake:

"Todavía en el dolor?" Jake asked after getting onto the bed. "Porque puedo tener una solución," he soon added, gently rubbing your leg.

"A solution? There no solution for period cramps, mi amado," you sighed sadly, not picking your head up from your pillow.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," he shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Because I heard that sex helps a lot with those pains."

You rolled your eyes. "Jake, don't you even start, darling, I'm not about to let you fuck me when I bleed like a slaughtered pig."

He muttered annoyedly, nuzzling your neck and placing a few kisses there. "You should know that bit of blood doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't bother you, but it does bother me, Jake," you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't even imagine it... Bruh..."

"But you will feel so much better. Maybe the pain will go away," Jake kept pressing, kissing your cheek.

"Okay, okay, we can try it but with a condom," you winced.

"Cariño, ¿es en serio? I want to have some fucking fun too," Lockley whined, towering over you.

"Jake..." You grunted unhappily but gave him a nod. "Let it be... I just feel extra awkward and you know... Strange..."

"Relax," he whispered into your ear and then kissed your cheek, slowly moving down your neck. "It will be fine. I'll take care of you."

"Jake..." You whispered, blushing hardly. "I still don't think it's a smart idea...."

As Jake embraced you, he slowly lifted your shirt to kiss your warm belly. He was excited at the prospect of fucking you now.

You licked your lips and slipped your hands in his hair. "Jake. No foreplay. Just fuck me," you asked quietly.

"Hey, you aren't the only one here. Let me at least make it pleasant."

"Of course, love," you nodded at him, cupping your boobs a bit as you played with them.

"Look at you, already relaxing. Good, you will like it. Now let's take those off,"

Nodding his head, Jake removed your shorts and panties.

You raised your hips for him, to make it easier for Jake to remove your clothing. "I love you."

"Yo también te amo. Tú lo sabes," Jake winked at you before quickly getting rid of his pants. Jake jerked himself a few times just to be sure he was ready to please you and hopefully give you some relief. "Ready?"

You reached for his cock and propped yourself on an elbow, giving him a few additional strokes and little jerks. "Yes, baby," you replied, spreading your legs a little more for him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist Jake slowly pushed into your pussy. He was careful like never before in order not to cause you more discomfort

You instantly rolled your head back with a moan, adjusting your legs around his waist. When he impaled you with his cock, you felt incredible wetness within your core, which made you moan his name even louder.

Jake purred at the warm wet feeling and the sight of your blood already coating his cock as he slowly thrust into you. "So fucking delicious and wet."

"Oh, God," you panted, blushing as you felt incredibly good when he was slowly fucking you. "I'm so wet, Jake..."

"You sure are, princesa. Such a gorgeous sight, we need to do it more often," he chuckled, watching his cock moving in and out of you. "Feeling better?”

"Actually, yes... It feels a tiny bit better, more relaxed," you tightened your grasp on his nape and loosened your legs wrapped around his waist. "Ooh, yes, it feels good."

He repeatedly pushed in and out of you at a very slow, steady pace; his cock coated in your moisture and his leaking precum. With a soft grunt, Jake milked your core with the release he desperately craved. "Dios, eso se siente tan bien."

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pulling his face closer, you planted a kiss on his lips. “Recuerda siempre que te quiero, Jake.”

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut #jake lockley x reader smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant fic #steven grant drabble #marc spector x reader #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector fluff #marc spector fic #moon knight x reader #moon knight fluff #moon knight smut #tw: period #drabble #writers on tumblr

[tooxmanyxships]

Martian fanfic where Seb tried to stop Mark from retiring? He failed tho, Mark still retired, but he did agree to try things out with Seb. By next season, Mark is a common fixture in the paddock, not as a driver, but as a WAG, Seb's WAG to be precise. Fernando may or may not have raised an eyebrow at that, not to mention that he vowed to make things harder for Seb, because how dare he, he made things difficult for Mark on his last yr and now they're on a relationship? It's a no for Fernando. And so begins Seb indulging Fernando's antics if only to make their relationship better. U can make it as funny as u can please. 🤗

I'm not sure how good my 'Mark voice' (or characteristics) will be, but, I hope it's still good fun. This took me ages, I know...

"Don't go."

Mark had looked at Sebastian at that moment like he was some kind of alien.

"What?"

"I don't want you to leave. To give up on your dreams."

"Seb, I've already lived those dreams."

"But you could make some more."

Mark laughed, but it sounded pained instead of happy. "I'd rather leave when I can still call them dreams instead of nightmares."

They almost did turn into nightmares. Almost.

There's a pain in Sebastian's eyes that gets copied into Mark's chest.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

"Mark." It's one last try. One last hope. "This doesn't stop what we have, right?"

Mark smiles, "I don't think anything could stop what we have, Seb."

Seb pulls him in for a kiss. They'll be just fine.

~~~~~********~~~~~~~~

Sebastian is fuming, throwing his helmet down in his driver's room, struggling to get out of his race suit.

"I don't know what the fuck his problem is?!"

Mark is leaning, way too calmly, inside the doorway.

"Who's problem?"

"Fernando's!" Seb's eyes are spitting fire as he practically spits out his name. "He just drove me off the track! There was plenty of space! Is he turning blind with age?!"

Mark looks down, his hands twitching slightly.

"I might have an idea...."

It's been said so quietly that Seb barely heard him, but he does.

"What?" he blinks at his other half.

"I think I know why he's being the way he is to you this season."

He's grabbed Seb's full attention now.

"Why?"

Mark slightly clears his throat. "Because of me."

Seb blinks at him rapidly, "What do you mean?"

Mark sighs, sagging a little against the door post.

"He hates how you treated me my last year at RedBull. He doesn't understand why I'm now traveling around the world with you. Why I'm with you."

Sebastian lets it all sink in. All this knowledge. Now he's understanding the behavior of the Spanish driver a little bit better.

Now he understands all the times Fernando just bumped into him, shoulder against shoulder, without apologizing.

He understands why Fernando was playing practical jokes on him which really weren't all that funny. At least not to Seb.

"Oh."

Mark gives him a small smile and steps on up to his partner.

"He's my best friend, Seb. You know he'd be protective."

Seb nods, lifts his arms to wrap them around Mark's neck, pulling him down so they can rest their foreheads together.

"I can deal with it. As long as it won't get dangerous."

Mark rubs their noses together once.

"You know he wouldn't. Because he'd lose me as a friend if he did."

~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time Fernando barrels against his shoulder, Sebastian apologizes.

The next time Fernando pulls a joke on him, Sebastian laughs the hardest.

The next time Fernando pushes him off the track, but he can still drive through the rest of the race, he defends Fernando in his interview and tells the reporter he might not have seen Fernando so it might be a little bit his own fault.

Mark is always there, watching it unfold with a proud but amused smile on his face.

~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~

When Seb gets on the podium next time, he doesn't win but at least he's top 3, Fernando approaches him and for a moment, Sebastian isn't sure what to do.

Should he call for Mark? Should he run?

But then Fernando stops in front of him with an outstretched hand and....something in his eyes. An emotion he can't identify.

"Well done, Vettel." He keeps on holding out his hand, waiting for Seb to shake it.

Seb just stares a little longer, then glances over at Mark; who of course was watching them, who raises his eyebrow.

It's enough for Seb to get him out of his trance and reach out to finally shake Fernando's hand before he could pull it back.

"Erh...Thanks."

Fernando shakes Seb's hand firmly, gives him a nod, then walks on by without another word, leaving Seb to just gape after him in confusion.

He feels someone slide up next to him and doesn't even have to turn his head to know who it is.

"What the hell was that?"

He can hear Mark chuckle at his question.

"I think you two are gonna be okay for the rest of the season."

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #martian #sebastian vettel x mark webber #sebastian vettel/mark webber #my writing

[gay-otlc]

Stellarlune Recap

You couldn't get your copy of Stellarlune yet? No worries, my summary will give you all of the relevant details and will definitely not be entirely focused on the gay side characters.

Diversity win! The ogre chemical thing is aromantic!

Gisela is still doing evil things but have you considered; she is very sexy while doing them. Gisela is a milf and I will die on this hill.

Amy! Amy is great. Very glad to see her again.

Obligatory scene where Sophie talks about how she's so much more comfortable when she's not wearing a dress. In a very gender confirming cishet way of course.

Fitz's reaction to Keefe running away was BULLSHIT and I do not accept it as canon. He had to care about his boyfriend- uhh, best friend- leaving and fuck Shannon for not giving us the Keefitz angst we deserved.

The Vacker accent sounds haughty :)

Glimmer is called Little Miss Neverseen now, and I think this means we need a Glimmer/Umber Little Miss Perfect songfic.

Shannon doesn't know how to spell bestie.

Linh and Wylie sibling fight??? Man instead of saying shit like that she should have just hit him with a broom like normal siblings.

Rayni is trans, for no reason other than her name reveal sounded exactly like a coming out scene.

Sophie's description of Rayni is incredibly gay, as expected.

Imagine talking about all the flaws with the matchmaking system and not even acknowledging it's messed up gay elves can't get married? Yeah, Shannon just forgot about queerness ig.

Wylie needs to stop being a council stan >:( please Wylie I know this isn't who you really are-

Pyrokinesis continues to be extremely queer coding- the pyrokinesis ban forces people to deny who they are.

Oralie has trichotillomania! Good to see BFRB rep, less good to see it immediately dismissed as a silly quirk.

Unhinged gardener Fintan! He's so weird and I adore him for it.

Pyrokinesis once again is queer coded. "I have the right to be who I am in the privacy of my own home," okay Fintan. that's gay.

Prentice! No actual thoughts. Head empty. Only Prentice.

Why does it actually sound like Kenric is flirting with Prentice though? He outright asked to be Prentice's partner, I cannot.

I will NOT make a joke about how "keeper and probe" sounds like an innuendo and Kenric called Prentice the most talented keeper while flirting with him. I am NOT. I'm better than that.

I'm extremely normal about the Endal family pre-mind break, I'm not crying, you're crying.

FORK MAN SAID THE TITLE???? You know shit gets real when a character says the title.

For many reasons, Ro deserves to be punched. One of those reasons is invalidating Sophie's trich.

Sophie has alexithymia, it's basically canon. The most honest thing she's ever said is admitting she doesn't know what she's feeling, I am blasting her with my alexithymia laser as we speak.

Also I did enjoy Sophie's "do I have a crush" on Keefe crisis. I honestly found it fascinating from an aromantic perspective.

Sophie is probably on the aro spectrum, by the way. I think allo people usually don't struggle so much with identifying whether or not their feelings are romantic.

Tiergan is "adept at misdirection" because he's closeted. Also he's not that good at misdirection, Sophie is just not very observant.

Sophie's description of Biana is so fucking gay I can't.

Marella reminds Fintan of himself?? Canon?? Time to be insane about their dynamic again.

The sweet and sour chicken monologue >>>

Tiergan has to be Sophie and Fitz's marriage counselor. Rip.

Nobody expects the Cognate Inquisition.

Seriously, why did Shannon call it that. She had to know we would all think of the Spanish Inquisition, right? Or did she... not expect that.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT LET'S GO (tiertice chapter)

Qualden will never get a happy ending. That sucks ig

Tiergan all but admitted to being in love with Prentice, they were almost cognates, and Sophie had a live slug reaction. 10/10 scene

Tiergan would rather die than hear about the Fitzphie drama. Also he still doesn't understand ship names. Iconic.

Alden... why do you know so much about the rules regarding cognates and dating... did you perhaps want to date your cognate?

Edaline wins all the mom points.

Alden and Quinlin are canonically divorced.

Tiergan canonically wants to marry Prentice.

HOW did Shannon not know what she was doing when she said cognates were like marriage??? How???

Additional training with Marella, Linh, and Maruca you say? That's gay.

Sophie has advised Wylie to fix every problem with the power of homosexuality.

Also, Sophie is trying to break the news to Wylie that his dads are gay for each other.

Dex is bad at picking up when someone is joking or exaggerating. He's neurodivergent your honor.

Keefe... why are you just taking your shirt off for Tam... he wasted NO time with that damn

I want more Keefe and Grady interactions on screen. For. Science.

Chapter 42. I enjoyed it more than I thought. The kiss was... whatever, but their dialogue was very nice and I appreciated the healthy communication. Also the touching foreheads.

Sophie is canonically polyamorous!

"Tiergan held them [Wylie and Prentice] both" I AM GOING TO BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY I AM SCREAMING SOBBING THROWING UP THEY LOVE EACH OTHER THEY ARE A FAMILY ETC ETC

Tiergan: Well no one in this group ever fucking listens to me so I might as well stay with my husband >:(

Prentice needs a hug. Tiergan is giving him a hug. Love wins.

Sokeefitz can still happen. I refuse to give up hope.

IT/ITs Masteress Elysian. Elysian has the gender of all time.

If my summary somehow wasn't enough for you, you can read Stellarlune for free here. I gave you all the information you need to know though.

#plot? what plot? i only know tiertice #s reads stellarlune #stellarlune spoilers #kotlc stellarlune #kotlc recap

[junkydrawr]

Well, it's been a while, so here's another Snively scene for ya'll. Just a little bit of Snively's childhood.

Oh yeah, I'm learning Spanish so I just tossed some random thing in there. Lol

"How come you don't use your real name?" Tails twirled in the water.

"I don't like it."

"What was it again?"

Snively lifted one foot from the water, watching the silt slide from his toes. "Colin."

"How come you like Snively better than Colin?"

"I wouldn't say I like it better. But it's the lesser of the two evils."

"Colin isn't that bad," said Tails. "My real name is Miles...now that's just dorky!"

"No, it's fine. It has sophistication." Snively wiggled his toes back into the mud. It felt nice.

"What's sophistication?"

"Class. Polish." Snivey rolled his eyes. "I realize Sonic is your idol, but must you emulate his vocabulary incompetence...?"

"I got no idea what you just said." Tails splashed one of his namesakes into the water, sending spray Snively's way.

It honestly felt nice too. He wiped his face. It might be pleasant to simply sit down, let the water flow up to his chest. He'd probably be covered in sand afterwards. Not so pleasant.

"I think you should use Colin." Tails nodded seriously. "Snively sounds like a joke. Like...sniveling."

"...but isn't that what I do?" Snively smiled crookedly. Hazy memories surfaced like the glittering sand beneath the water.

-

He was nine and his father was the Minister of Justice. Father attended galas and parties and meetings and other boring things. Usually, Colin Jr stayed home. Tonight, his father decided to drag him along. 

Snively was not pleased. He'd have to don his suit and tie, those stupid shiny shoes that hurt his feet...and be around droning, pretentious rich people for endless hours.

At least the food was usually good.

Father stopped by the leather armchair where his son was lounging with a book.

"Hijo, tienes que hacer listo." (Son, you have to get ready.)

Snively sneered without looking up. "Yo no entiendo." (I don't understand.)

Father insisted on his enrollment in Human Multicultural Languages. It was another class to nap through. Father liked to grill him with random phrases in various languages of Earth. (Of course, random phrases was all Father knew.)

When Snively had asked to drop out, his father had gone on a tirade.

"We must preserve our heritage," he growled.

"But we're from England."

"The heritage of our species! The glory of Homo Sapiens!" Colin Sr tilted back his head arrogantly, his fire-hued hair gleaming in the chandelier lights. "Our people are meant to conquer the stars, boy!"

Oh Gods. Snively resisted an epic eye roll. It'd only earn him a slap.

Father loathed the fact that Common Mobian was prioritized over Human languages on all levels of schooling. They were both fluent, naturally. When your species was only 3% of the population, you had to assimilate or remain insular, and that was not an option when the majority controlled all of the resources as well.

"You do understand me, Snively! Now answer properly!"

He sighed and struggled for the words. "Um...Que hora hace lo empiezar?" (What time does it start?)

"It starts at seven. You have an hour to get ready and you look a mess." Colin Senior fisted a handful of his son's shirt, drawing him close. "You had best not disgrace me, Snively."

Snively cringed. "No, daddy."

-

The gala was some stupid fundraiser, something to do with raising money for the Overlander cause - the group that believed they shouldn't bow to the Mobians.

War was on the horizon, but such things were surreal to a nine year old boy who had his hands full with a critical, loveless father, schoolyard bullies, classwork and studies.

Snively managed to snag a glass of wine from a passing server.  He sipped from it, brushing his hair from his eyes. Oh, it made him feel burning and tingling. He liked it.

The air was thick with the scent of rich hors d'oeuvres, silver confetti, gold balloons, clashing perfumes. He scratched at the red tie at his neck and sat at an empty table.

Look at this silly lot. He eyed all the men in their suits, the women in their fancy dresses and overdone makeup, all the breasts pushed up and begging for attention. A server paused and offered him delicacies from her silver tray.

Oh yes. Small weiners wrapped in brioche, pinky-sized shrimp, and tiny snack cakes!

"Thank you, I will." He took the entire tray.

"Excuse me, young sir-" she huffed and he aimed a finger across the room. There was Father, shaking hands and blabbing with other stick-up-the-ass bigwigs.

"Oh, would you like to tell my daddy on me? He's right there."

She blanched, hurrying off.

He smiled in bratty enjoyment, then sampled the plate. Well, perhaps it was worth being dragged here. But after a while, he was full and bored, and this dreck of a party was still carrying on.

I wish Uncle Julian were here. He sighed, leaning back in the chair. Uncle would have so many witty and funny things to say of all this! Snively giggled. He imagined Uncle's commentary in his deep voice. Look at this group of overstuffed turkeys, my dear boy. Ah, has that woman over there smuggled melons into her brassiere?

I wish Julian was my father instead...

He tried to squash the frequent, sorrowful thought and stood, restlessly wandering the gala. He ended up passing near his father, still chatting with other pompous arses. People of wealth and influence.

"Oh my," cried an elderly woman showing too much skin. "Is this not your son, Minister?"

"Jolly right!" Another man, decked out in Overlander military garb, pulled Snively in by the shoulder. "This is the lad."

"Ah yes." Colin Senior beamed with false pride. An equally fake hand of affection patted his son's other shoulder. "My darling boy, my golden child."

"What a fine-looking young man."

Snively resisted a sneer. Think that's the first time I've heard that one.

"My pride for him knows no bounds."

"And what is your name, son? Named after your father, are you?"

Colin Senior nodded, drawing his son closer, his hand kneading on the back of his neck. You'd best not disgrace me.

I hate being named after this clod.

I hate how he's pretending to love me.

The golden child smiled sweetly, his blue eyes sweeping the group. "Oh yes, sirs and madames. My name is Colin as well...but honestly, I far prefer Father's nickname for me."

Father's hand tightened on his nape. A warning.

"Oh, and what is that?" The elderly woman leaned forward.

Colin Jr beamed radiantly. "Why, Sniveling Bastard, of course. Snively for short."

The old woman gasped, and all the assembled eyes stared at his father. Colin Senior sputtered, red creeping up his brawny neck, as he fumbled for an out.

"Um...ah...heh...ah...the boy is such a joker. Such talent for wit."

There was forced laugher, and Snively slipped away as his father desperately tried to save face.

He retreated to the bathroom, where in the stall, he bent over and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

-

He shed a different sort of tears later in the privacy of their manor home.

It had been a while since Father had thrashed him with his belt, and he struck especially hard tonight.

Snively curled painfully in bed, sniffling and wiping tears. His rear and thighs burned with swollen welts...but inside...he glowed.

I can't wait to tell Uncle about the look on Father's face. He giggled softly, gingerly rolling to his other side with a pained gasp.

Yes, he would be sore for days...but he was full of appetizers and the darkness of pleasurable spite. Welts would fade, but the memory would never lose its sweetness.

-

The recollection of Daddy's humiliated, fumbling face made him chuckle. Colin Jr had fully embraced his hateful nickname from then on, stabbing it like a needle into his bastard father.

He sloshed his hands in the cool water. "No, I shan't ever use that name." He let his hands still, seeing his pitiful reflection staring up. "Snively is who I am."

Tails twirled again. "Maybe you can make up your own name! Something you like!"

The small man grinned. "All right. Snively the Grrrrreat."

"Yuck! No way!" Tails splashed more water his way.

----

A/N: So that's my take on why Snively sticks with his nickname instead of given name. He really should make something else up though hahaha. (Also, I just realized I didn't make it clear, that Colin Sr only called his son 'Snively' (and variants of) in private.)

(Also Humans being 3% of the population might be an overestimation. In my storyline Mobius and Earth are seperate and the Overlanders immigrated from Earth to Mobius over a period of several hundred years until they ended up blowing up their home planet. Bummer. Lol. Anyway, it's a minor detail since that shit's in the past, right?)

#snively #junkysnivfic #SatAM fic

[squishmallow36]

It's all I wish to hear tonight, and you're all I wish to be, and this is how we all fall down - Chapter Three

Summary: Garvarioli but it's Alvar's character arc in Flashback and Legacy. Also please send help I accidentally made a character arc out of disconnected oneshots.

Word Count: 3040

TW: swearing, Alvar's troll goop illness, death

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Previous chapter :) in case you missed it

    Garwin stares up at his ceiling, watching the fan slowly rotate around. Yes, he gets blinded by the light being on at the center, but that’s preferable to reloading his Imparter screen every two seconds for an update from Alvar.

    No less than three hours ago, he got summoned by Fintan, and the last time he was gone this long, he brought back a kid. That better not happen again. 

    Garwin doesn’t have the patience to deal with a child. Or Ruy. It’s basically the same thing, but at least Ruy can scavenge for his own meals most of the time. 

    He may have developed an unhealthy habit of going to the Forbidden Cities and flexing his extensive Spanish vocabulary at least three times a week, but, hey, at least he brings food home most of the time, so Garwin can’t complain. 

    How he’s able to get food with an addler on is also questionable. As is how he acquired human money to pay for it, cause it sure as hell ain’t coming from Garwin’s extremely broke bank accounts. 

    With that thought, the sound of a correct Duolingo answer echoes through the silent room. However annoying it may be, it keeps Ruy entertained, so, once again, Garwin can’t complain. 

    But sometimes he does anyway. 

    “Have you lost your headphones again?”

    “No. I know right where they are. I just can’t move to get them with someone laying on top of me.”

    That is a valid point, which is why it should be ignored at all costs. 

    “Oh no! Whomever could that be?” Garwin asks, shifting to his side to snuggle in closer. And stare at Ruy. Both things that are very important to do. 

    He’s so pretty. 

    Garwin may very well have dozed off much to Ruy’s dismay, because the next thing he knows, the orange light of sunset is shimmering through the windows. 

    Ruy and Alvar are deep in conversation, speaking in low voices presumably not to disturb him.  

    Ruy ruffles his hair. “Good evening, mi corazón.”  

    Garwin yawns. “What did I miss?”  

    Alvar opens his mouth to explain, but Ruy beats him to it. “Your boyfriend told Finny about his batshit amnesia plan.”

    “Oh, he’s my boyfriend now? Why do I always have to deal with him when he’s being an idiot?”

    “Because you didn’t get accepted to Yale.” Ruy presses a kiss to Garwin’s temple. 

    Garwin rolls his eyes. The first time it was funny. The 8123rd time? Significantly less so. Half of those were his own self-deprecating jokes, so he does share some of the blame, but that’s less satisfying than projecting his problems onto everyone else. 

    Garwin looks at Alvar. “You do realize this is a really, really fucking bad idea, right?”

    “Alden’s hiding something. Unless you have a better plan, I’ve had more than enough of that man’s bullshit. Whatever the ‘Vacker Legacy’ entails, I’m sure it’s going to be messy, and I think the trade off is more than worth it.”

    “What if you’re fucked up irreparably? What if something goes wrong with your memories?”

    “Bold of you to assume I’m not already fucked up irreparably, and, well, I fell in love with y’all the first time. I’ll do it again if I have to.”

    That’s the exact kind of answer Garwin was hoping he wasn’t going to answer. 

    That’s the exact kind of answer that isn’t going to take any form of criticism. And once Alvar has his mind set on something, it might be possible to stop him, but Garwin hasn’t figured out how yet and it’s unlikely he ever will. 

    Garwin looks at Ruy. “Bitch, I don’t know.”

    Ruy stres into his soul, betrayal etched into every line. “Dude. You were supposed to fix him. Fix him. Make him, I don’t know, not an idiot?”

    “What do you want me to do? I can’t convince him to do shit. I can’t even convince him to give me the fucking remote.”

    This is a real, actual issue Garwin has to go through every single day. He suffers so much for it. He’s the human here, and it’s not like any of the intelligent species produce their own TV shows or movies or whatever. He’s the only one with any personal experience watching human media his entire life, and yet that isn’t enough to dictate what is and is not watched. 

    “Well, to be fair, your taste in movies is horrendous.”

    “That’s not fair. That’s not fucking fair at all. And now out of spite I am going to leave you two to your own devices.”

    He could choose to worry about Alvar, but worrying won’t accomplish anything. So might as well go along with his dumb shit because then at least you can have an idea of what he’s doing. 

    Then when he realizes he’s bad at making life choices, you can tell him I told you so.

    And then you’re the moral high ground. 

    …At least until you do something stupid. And so the cycle continues. 

   The first week without him, it’s just like he’s on a normal Neverseen mission. Well, at least normal in comparison to other things they’ve done. 

    Gisela took over again, Sophie and co. fucked up Atlantis. The usual. Actually, technically, Ruy undid the force fields and Sophie found a hydrokinetic friend to just like. Hold the water in place. Because that makes logical sense. Fluid physics definitely works like that. But Garwin chooses to blame Sophie because he can. 

    One of the very few times Garwin wishes there was some form of news or social media in the cities is when Alvar is found by the Bullshit and promptly scheduled for a tribunal. You know, completely normal shit.

    It’s ruled that he’s going to get to go back to Everglen. Which was the goal. So that is a good thing. Even if Garwin isn’t too excited about it because Fitz is probably going to slit Alvar’s throat in his sleep. 

    Why are the elves so pretentious that they have to name their houses? Eh, whatever. It’s probably more effort to ask than it’s worth.

   At least it’ll be fun watching Mr. Golden Boy Vackerpants getting himself banished again or Exiled. Unmapped stars, that would be so fucking hilarious. 

    The real trouble with Alvar being gone is that it keeps going for literal fucking months on end. 

    Him moving in got postponed because Umber needed to practice with their shadowflux bending with actual people and, well, Sophie and Fitz were good targets. At least it can still be on schedule for the Lunar festival thing that happens during the lunar eclipse.  

    Ruy definitely didn’t have lasting damage from seeing that. Definitely. If elves are supposed to break when they see blood and/or gore, he should be so far gone he doesn’t know where he started, but maybe he’s just cool like that. Or the exilium training did that. Or the Neverseen has made him desensitized to things. 

    Or watching Sharknado every time Garwin manages to claim the remote…maybe Alvar and Ruy have a point about his choice in media to consume.

    Nah. They just don’t understand the concept of so-bad-it’s-funny. 

    The Second One--no, seriously, that’s the subtitle--in all of its horrific magnificence comes out while Alvar is notably still absent, and while it may be sacrilege to watch it without him, the sharknado is too strong and Garwin is too weak to resist temptation.    

    The Celestial Festival finally comes on October seventh and eighth because nights do that sometimes so long as google is to be trusted to know what day it is. 

    But what happens during the Celestial Festival is nowhere near according to plan, instead being filled with fucked up troll babies. 

    Garwin is assigned the job of floating around in the crowd at the festival itself because he’s a useless pathetic human, so he gets the privilege of watching both of his boyfriends risk their lives in glorious technicolor. 

    Ruy escapes unharmed aside from a bit of splatter from Umber and a shit ton of inevitable nightmares, but Alvar is another story. 

    In all of the chaos, his memories are returned, so he’s left to figure all that shit on his own while avoiding mutant trolls, both the newly hatched ones and the ones named Fitz. 

    And it turns out, the one named Fitz is the one to watch out for. Who would have thought? This would have been a great time for an I told you so if it wasn’t so fucking terrifying. 

    Garwin starts praying to every single god he can think of, from human ones to the entire fucking troll pantheon and even Ogdy of the gnomes because apparently they have their own tree god thing, not just the magic four seasons tree thing. 

    If there’s such a being that can control the fate of the universe like that, he hopes it has a sense of humor because that’s the only way out of this. 

    He ignores Gisela’s screeching and leaps to Candleshade--their pre-discussed meeting place should shit go down--because shit has most certainly gone down and begins pacing. It’s not long before Ruy arrives, but it could’ve been hours for how long it felt. 

    Hours feel like years until the first rays of dawn begin flickering across the horizon and a troll goopy Alvar-shaped mound shambles toward them. 

    Garwin won’t admit it, but tears escape his eyes when he sees Alvar and tackles him in a hug that probably was a bad idea in hindsight. 

    A shower and a hot meal can do a lot to revitalize a person. That being said, the hot meal is Kraft mac and cheese, so it’s not exactly the most homecooked of meals, but it's better than burning a kitchen down. Even if Keefe would absolutely fucking love seeing its childhood home burned to the ground, it’s much more fun when the arson is intentional. 

    There’s no way to tell how bad the reaction from the Neverseen will be or if they’re even technically members anymore after everything that’s gone down. So, being the semi-responsible one of them by comparison, Ruy figures they should stock up on food, and that means human food because the gnomes are still pissed about the whole attempted genocide thing.

    Which, in all fairness, does make sense. 

    While he’s gone, Garwin and Alvar make themselves at home by borrowing into one of the bedrooms, becoming so blanket burritoed it’s likely they’ll never be seen again. 

    Garwin cups his hand to Alvar’s cheek, whispering, “I’m glad you’re not dead.”

    Alvar presses a soft kiss to his lips. “Thanks.”

    Normally he’d be full of sarcasm, but this time it’s genuine and that scares Garwin more than he’d like to admit. 

    Because once the sardonic walls are gone, then actual emotions may have to be accessed, and that’s not fun. 

    “How are you doing? Considering everything?”

    “Great.”

    He’s fine. That means he’s fine. 

    It’s easier thought than believed though. 

    Alvar elaborates, “I mean I couldn’t really figure out why my brother hated my guts so much the entire time I had zero memories or why the fuck Darek was so hot because apparently I forgot gay was an option.”

    Garwin laughs, remembering the near-fistfight that ensued between Ruy and Alvar over which of the councillors is most fuckable and let’s just say it became a forbidden topic. And also good motivation for taking the government down because they aren’t fucksble until that stupid no relationships rule is abolished. 

    Well, technically, nothing happens so long as you don’t get caught, but that’s beside the point. 

    And for the record, Darek’s the hot one. Ruy can suck Terik’s dick but that doesn’t change the truth. 

    “Lots of confusion overall. Still trying to put the pieces back together because they are nowhere near chronological order. Also feeling a lot of emotions in this Chili’s tonight and it’s been a while since I’ve had emotions so I’m still trying to deal with that.”

    “Would you like me to go harass some other room in this place?”        

    “No!” he answers, too loud and too fast, terror shining in his eyes. 

    Garwin takes his hand, squeezing gently. 

   Alvar takes a shaky breath. “Don’t leave me alone. I don’t want--I can’t think about being in that place again. You’re a good distraction.”

    “Everglen or the Troll hive?”

    “Yes.” Alvar smirks. “Both of them have my murderous little brother, so is there really that much of a difference? Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of him for willing to do what needs to be done, but that anger can be aimed in a better direction.”

    “I feel like it would be funny if you were like ‘I lived, bitch’ and then sent him ideas of how to be more of an anarchist.”

   Alvar smiles--the first since his return. “Hey, Fitz, I know you tried to kill me but here’s a to-do list. One: realize like half your anger is just repressed queerness and you’re pissed because I have two whole boyfriends and you’ve got that probably comphet whatever the fuck is going on with Sophie. Two: fuck up that matchmaking system because damn the eugenics are strong with this one. Three: figure out how to ask out that Dex kid you were so insistent about for reasons likely related to item one. Four: profit.”

    “Is the Dex kid the strawberry blond that’s for some reason friends with the Sophie?”

    “Good job, you remembered one person’s name. I’m proud of you.”

    He’s only at three-quarters the normal sarcasm level, which is, once again, honest-to-god terrifying. 

    He just needs time. Everything will be fine. He’s had a long day. He’ll be his usual asshole self in no time. 

    It’s just hard to not worry when he’s been gone for so incredibly fucking long. 

    What if something during that time has messed him up? He doesn’t seem to care that his brother literally tried to kill him, but what if he’s simply in denial? What will it be like when it becomes real?

    What if Alden’s presence made him regress back into the closet? Nah. He seems just as gay as ever. That’s the only thing Garwin has any confidence in. 

    What about the council? They kept him in their prison for weeks on end and there’s no telling how many violations of the Geneva convention they could’ve committed, even despite the elves’ supposed inability to process violence. 

    Those councillors could’ve just wiped their own memories afterwards, and no one would be the wiser. Or used Goblins. And if Alvar chose to come forward about it--which seems unlikely now that he has his memories, he’d instead use it as fuel for his villain backstory--it would be his word against theirs, a surefire way to lose a legal battle. 

    “Hey, don’t hurt yourself. Think any harder and you might have smoke coming out your ears.”

    See? Right there? He’s fine. But, once again, easier thought than believed. 

    He was fine after Dimitar’s torture, he’ll be fine after this. That’s what Garwin has to convince himself. Because he can’t let himself imagine what it means otherwise.

    Alvar drifts off to sleep, and Garwin spends a long time studying his face, etching every last detail into his mind. His long eyelashes, his unusually unkempt hair, the stubble that’s just barely starting to make itself visible. His shamkniv scars. 

    He’s been through more shit than elves are supposed to be able to go through, but he’s still here. 

    And the cherry on top: he’s still an ass. 

    He is all right, at first. He’s all right for weeks. Some may argue that he’s even more insufferable than usual, but that could just be because both Ruy and Alvar became used to not having to deal with his snark every day. 

    Although, to be fair, they have had to tolerate each other, so it wasn’t that much of a break. It’s just funny when Alvar drops some deranged bullshit that’s a direct consequence of growing up with Alden. Like his stories of traveling in the human world. Man’s a fucking professional con artist to feed his caffeine addiction. 

    And then he starts to slow down, unnoticeably at first but accelerating faster than anyone would like to admit, taking more time to climb up the stars, his appetite going to shit, having a normal sleep schedule for once in his life. The occasional nap. 

    Garwin can see in Ruy’s eyes that he’s noticed the same things, but maybe if they don’t talk about it, it doesn’t exist.

    By the time Sophie and Keefe come crashing over to look for god knows what, Alvar is barely strong enough to light leap. How he doesn’t completely fade away is anyone’s guess. 

     Garwin wishes he could just duct tape all of Alvar’s particles-cells-molecules-quarks together, but apparently that’s not how that works. Also duct tape probably wouldn’t be a safe choice for keeping an organic lifeform’s parts together, but that’s less of a concern. 

    And they’ve all simply agreed to not talk about it via the lack of talking about it because they’re all firmly in the first stage of grief and not going anywhere anytime soon. 

    To someone who hasn’t gone through losing a whole ton of people in his life, Garwin can’t help but draw parallels to when his grandfather passed away about a year before he came to the lost cities. 

    Three weeks in the hospital. 

    The day-to-day details are fuzzy, even having hope most of the time, unlike with Alvar. But Garwin never went to see his grandfather. His parents wanted to protect him or something. But that’s a luxury he can’t afford this time, watching Alvar slowly decay like a zombie in front of his eyes. 

    There has to be a cure or a treatment or something we can do. This is elvin medicine for fuck’s sake! They always advertize how advanced they are compared to humans, but they can’t fucking fix this so what’s the point? 

    I’d give anything for him to be alright. I don’t care what it takes. 

    I got a lot of people I can blame. 

    And Sophie, you better believe you aren’t going to fucking take anything else from me. 

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