#yes my phone is all in spanish because I'm learning it and i need to practice

[adriennebarnes]

Hips Don't Lie part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N invites Henry Cavill to a carne asada after a month of dating

Warning: probably some stereotypical Latina/Mexican things because I'm half Mexican, no translated Spanish, unwanted comments from an aunt about weight (for me it’s with my mom) and about Henry, spelling and grammar errors

After a month of dating, Henry and Y/N were at his place, they were cooking tallarines saltado. Everything was going well and Y/N got a text.

“Give me a minute, guapo.” Y/N said, washing her hands to check her phone. It was a text from her mom. “Hey Henry, how do you feel about going to a carne asada? It’s this weekend, I know it’s a little soon to be meeting my parents, but I really don’t want to go alone.”

“Darling, it’s fine, I’ll go with you to the barbecue.” Henry said. He put the cut up steak into a pan to cook it along with the onions and tomatoes. “Why don’t you want to go alone?”

“Because my mom and my aunts are all going to be like ‘y el novio?’ Like I’m 32, not married or engaged, in their eyes…something is wrong. So please, my handsome British boyfriend, come with me to the carne asada.” Y/N practically begged, having her hands together in a praying motion.

“Yes, my tiny dancer, I’ll go to the carne asada.” Henry said, kissing her forehead and she was pouting with her arms crossed.

“I am not tiny, You’re just big.” Y/N said and her eyes widened at the last part of her sentence.

“In more ways than one.” Henry winked and kissed her. “Do we have to bring anything?” Y/N looked at him in a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way. “Sorry, what are we bringing?”

“That’s better, and that depends. My mom usually makes her agua de Jamaica which is hibiscus water, don’t ask how it got the name, and red rice. Obviously my uncles bring the meat, um, I’m thinking, someone usually brings dessert which is like fruit salad and cookies, uh, carajo, no puedo pensar. Okay, I got it, we can make alfajores and picarones, mainly because I crave it.” Y/N said,

“What about really food? Should we bring macaroni salad?” Henry asked

“Never in my life have I ever seen macaroni salad at these carne asadas (I’m using my own experiences, obviously). We could make pasta though and like that we could eat some before we go and the rest we take it there.” Y/N said.

“Why would we eat before we go to the carne asada if we’re going to eat there?” Henry asked.

“Ay, amorcito, there’s so much You need to learn. Just in case there’s something you don’t like, and they never really start grilling right when you come in, it’s usually an hour after everyone’s there so you won’t be starving.” Y/N said.

“Alright, I’ll make the list so we can go shopping tomorrow. Now, I know this is going to be a stupid question, but what do I wear?” Henry asked.

“It’s not stupid at all. So again, my mom taught to dress presentable for whatever ‘event’ so like dress semi formal but summery.” Y/N said and Henry looked at her confused. “Just wear your khaki pants your navy or light blue button down.” Henry nodded.

It was the night before the carne asada and Y/N and Henry were in Y/N’s kitchen, their dessert is chilling, her dog Concha laying down in her bed (any breed you want), and they’re going over the family tree.

“Yeimy is my favorite cousin, she’s a music producer, love her to death. Then we have Juan Luis, Yeimy’s brother, kinda mujeriego, me entiendes, very fuckboy, but he’s a lawyer so we’re friendly. There’s my Tia chela, but you have to call her Graciela until she says you can call her Chela. Now Chela comments on my weight, a lot more than my mom does pero eso es otra cosa aparte.” Y/N said, showing pictures of each family member to Henry.

“Okay…who is Veronica?” Henry asked.

“She’s my mom’s friend from church, I don’t think she’ll be here though, she’s in Colombia.” Y/N said, looking for her photo to show him.

“And we’re going to your mom’s house for the carne asada?” Henry asked.

“Yes, I got her a house with a nice yard, my dad has the grill with the charcoal y todo. Now if there’s anything special that you want to drink or eat, get it tomorrow morning, we have to be there at 2.” Y/N said, now cleaning up the kitchen. So are you staying the night so you can help me with everything or are you coming here early in the morning?”

“I got all stuff in my car, I’m staying the night. I’ll just bring it in.” Henry said, he opened the door to leave and Concha got up from her bed to leave with Henry. “Nope, not you, just me.”

The day of the carne asada, Henry was in the driving with Y/N carrying the alfajores and picarones, the pasta in the backseat with Concha chilling so she could see her cousins. Y/N was wearing a sundress with wedge sandals.

“Okay, when you go in your obviously say hello to everyone, depending on whether the women of my family lean in, it’s a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s not a real kiss, it’s more of a cheek touch and the kiss sound, and with the men, again, obviously a handshake.” Y/N reminded him.

“Darling, I know everything, please relax.” Henry said.

“I cant relax, they never met any of my partners before.” Y/N said.

“Well i feel very special now.” Henry said.

“You should.” Y/N said.

Henry parked on the street, they go out of the car, Henry helping Y/N with the food as she put Concha on a leash so they could go to the house.

“Mami, ya llegamos!” Y/N yelled as she opened the gate to enter the yard.

“Ay Y/N, mi niña, cómo estás, amor? Y trajiste a supermán! Sabía que tenías amigos famosos pero nunca pensé de esta altura.” Y/N’s mom, Carolina, said.

“Ah mami, él se llama Henry, es mi novio, pero habla inglés, por favor.” Y/N told her mom.

“Oh my god, Henry, it’s so good to meet you. Finally my daughter has a boyfriend!” Carolina said and Y/N looked away to roll her eyes (because who the hell rolls their eyes in front of the their mothers, right?) “Princesa, has subido de peso? Te está saliendo un poquito la panza, no? Bueno, deja toda la comida en las mesa que no falta poco para llegar lo demás gente.” Carolina said and walked away to get paper plates and plastic utensils for everyone.

“What did she tell you?” Henry asked,

“Nothing it doesn’t matter, just put the food on the table, okay? Come on, Concha, let’s take you out your harness.” Y/N said and placed the food on the table to let her dog loose and Concha started running on the grass with Carolina’s cavalier King Charles spaniel, Honey. A few minutes, the cousins came, there was Yeimy, Juan Luis, Fabian (Peluche) and his wife Cecilia (Chiquis), Irma and her husband Erick, María José and her husband Diego, Alfonso (Poncho), and Maite.

“Prima, que bueno verte! Ooh, look at you, love the dress, you look so good.” Irma said, letting her Maltese, Cinnamon, off leash, Cinnamon ran to Concha.

“My mom didn’t think so, que bueno verte.” Y/N said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

“Ay, no la escuchas, you look Great.” Yeimy said, placing what she brought on the table as well.

“Quien es el güerito?” Peluche asked, letting his german shepherd, Roscoe, off his leash

“Ay Peluche, mira quien habla de güerito. Anyway, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Henry.” Y/N introduced Henry.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” As Y/N told him, Henry greeted the girl cousins with a hug and let them kiss his cheek while shaking hands with the boy cousins.

“You landed Superman? The Witcher? How did you do that?” Maite asked. Y/N was going to answer but the tias and tíos came in as well.

“Hola hola! Carolina, ya llegamos! A ver, gordita, arrímate otra mesa, si?” Tía Chela told Y/N and Y/N did as she was told, she pulled another table to they could also place the food. Henry was saying hello to everyone. “Y mija, segura que es fiel? Como que es muy guapo, ha trabajado con mujeres como tú amiga Eiza, con la mujer maravilla, no sé, me parece raro que esté contigo.”

“Ay mamá, deja de escupir tu veneno a ella, ve con mi papá que está juntado al heladera para las bebidas.” María José said and Chela left reluctantly.

“Thanks, Majo.” Y/N said,

“I grew up with her criticizing me, can’t have her do the same to you. Look at us, we’re in our 30s and we still care about what our mothers say.” Majo said,

“Eso nunca va a cambiar.” Y/N said and she walked back to Henry where he was listening to her Tío Juancho (Juan Camilo) telling a story about his camping trip.

“Hey, pececita, I was just telling your boyfriend about the time I went camping,” Juancho said, hugging and kissing Y/N.

“So glad you’re back, love.” Henry said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Oye Henry’s ven conmigo un momento, come with me.” Y/N’s dad, Carlos, told Henry, tapping his shoulder.

“Papi, que vas a hacer?” Y/N asked.

“Nada mija, es como male bonding, help me grill, Superman.” Carlos said.

“Papi!” Y/N whined.

“Ve con tus primos, princesa.” Carlos said.

“It’s alright, maybe it’s a good thing.” Henry said, kissing Y/N to ease her worries. Henry went with Carlos to the grilled, grabbing the tray of seasoned meats to cook.

“So, Superman, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Carlos asked, sipping a bit of modelo beer.

“Not long, a month.” Henry answered.

“You think of dating her for longer?” Carlos asked.

“Of course, sir.” Henry said,

“Ah, escucha eso, ‘sir’, mira que respetuoso me salió. Listen, Y/N is a good girl, she worked hard in her music, bought this house for me y mi mujer, and if you break her heart or hurt her in anyway, I know some people.” Carlos threatened and Henry got paler.

Carlos laughed. “Ah, te estoy vacilando, it was a joke, you seem like a good person, you know how to grill?” Henry let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah, yes, I know how to grill.” Henry said.

“Good, pass me the orange container, it has the ribs.” Carlos said. Henry did what he was told and gave Y/N a thumbs up. Y/N gave him one back.

“You think your güero can eat what we brought?” Diego asked.

“Let’s hope so, as long as he doesn’t add salsa, it should be fine.” Y/N said. She looked over to where Henry was grilling with her dad, they’re gonna last, maybe not forever, but they would totally last.

Everyone was eating.

“Mija, te salió muy bien la pasta.” Carolina said.

“Gracias, me ayudó Henry también.” Y/N said, making sure she knew.

“Who knew you could cook, Henry, and with seasoning.” Carolina said, sitting down to eat. Henry looked at Y/N and she put her hands up in surrender. Everyone was serving themselves until.

“Haz platos para sus hombres también, que no se te olvide.” Chelis announced.

“Ay mamá, mas anticuada no puedes ser, ellos tienen manos, que se sirven solos.” Majo told her mom.

“Whats happening?” Henry whispered in Y/N’s ear.

“Do you see why I couldn’t come here alone? Just don’t serve yourself any salsa, the sauces are usually very spicy, the rest should be good to eat. There’s tacos dorados that have potatoes, some are chicken, others are beans, it’s a surprise. Take one of each, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Y/N whispered back to him. Everyone serves their own plate porque así debe ser, and they were all chatting, mainly trying to get to know Henry.

“So Henry, You’re a good looking man, why are you here with Y/N? I’m sure you can do a lot better.” Chela said and Majo states at her mom and mouthed her apology to Y/N.

“Has she been telling you this the entire time? Asking why I’m here with you?” Henry asked Y/N and Y/N just nodded. Henry stood up from his seat. “Listen, Graciela, I fell for Y/N the moment I saw her, I don’t know what you have been telling her since we got here but I have had enough. She didn’t want to come here alone and now I know why. If she shows up alone, you’ll ask why she doesn’t have a boyfriend, she shows up with me, you ask her why I’m here with her, that’s enough.” Henry said, Y/N pulled his arm to sit him back down.

“Perdón, Y/N, que Pena contigo.” Chela said and Y/N just nodded, it was nice to have someone other than her cousins defend her. “I’m sorry to you too, Henry.” Henry nodded his head and everyone continued eating. By the time they were finished, they went their “separate ways”.

In the carne asada, there were 3 sections, where the cousins were talking about their memories, what they’ve been up to. The aunts and her mom were talking about neighborhood gossip and about their kids. And of course the uncles and her dad drinking and talking about whatever.

“How did you and Henry meet?” Maite asked again.

“Well my coworker Eiza wanted to set me up with her, saying she was going to be at the after party. I didn’t want to be set up but when I went to the after party, I saw this beautiful woman dancing like she was the only one in the room, she captured everyone’s attention, including mine. Eiza noticed I was staring at the dancer and it turned out to be Y/N so Eiza called her over and there you have it.” Henry told them.

“Mira eso, prima, lo dejaste embobado desde el primer momento.” Ponchó said, petting Concha that went up to him.

“Así es, I thank our parents for playing Shakira when we were growing up.” Y/N said, raising her beer bottle to toast.

“Speaking of Shakira, how did you dance when he spotted you?” Chiquis asked, connecting her phone to the Bluetooth speaker that Peluche carried. It started playing the song ‘hips don’t lie’ and everyone was cheering ‘oh’.

“Alright, alright, I’ll show y’all.” Y/N said, getting up from her chair, handing Henry her beer. “It was something like this.”

Everyone was cheering, Henry was whistling, they were just having a good time.

“Pero ya, i guess that’s how Henry fell for me.” Y/N said, sitting on Henry’s lap now, taking her beer form his hand.

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Henry kissed her.

“Mira Que lindo, pero no sé comen delante de los pobres.” Juan Luis said, sipping his beer.

“No que tienes novia, hermano?” Yeimy asked.

“Pero no está aquí, boba.” Juan Luis said.

“Wait Henry, why did you really like my dancing?” Y/N asked.

“You want the really answer or the savory answer?” Henry asked and Y/N hit his chest playfully. “Alright, alright, you were having fun, I wanted to be with someone I could have fun with. That, and the way you moved your hips gave me an idea of how you would be in other activities.” Henry smirked and Y/N laughed.

“Ay, you’re so dirty.” Y/N said, placing her head in the crook of his neck. “How you like my family?”

“I think I could come over more often, if you invite me, of course.” Henry said.

“Of course.” Y/N repeated and they kissed, his hands on her waist.

Taglist: @f10werfae @warriormirkwood @marieksg

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill

[samsno1]

Liberty or Life

Billy Butcher x Gn!POC!Reader

hello i fucking suck at titles? anyway, i wrote this at the beach while i was getting tanned because i never found a butcher fic with this exact vibe so i said "yk what, imma write ts"

ill maybe do a part 2 if i feel like it

Sumary: The reader finds something about Liberty and wants to check it out. Butcher thinks it's just too easy to be true.

Warnings: SPOILERS THE BOYS S2, english isn't my first language, kinda mean butcher but he means it well, poc!reader (wrote it with latinos in mind but i didn't mention us especifically so dig in), use of y/n, HURT/COMFORT, blood, violence, gore (?), cursing (i mean its the boys), hom*lander mentioned (yes he gets a fucking warning), i didn't make the reader speak neither spanish nor portuguese, up to ya, i had no idea how to transcribe his british accent but i did my best. NOT PROOF READ

WC: 3.3k

You can learn how to change the "Y/N" for your actual name here

if you enjoy it please lmk!

Of course it was a trap. A fucking trap.

While confined in your apartment, searching more and more about Stormfront - AKA Liberty - after the encounter with the poor woman that ended up losing her brother to her hands right in front of her eyes you found a clue, something that could help take her down.

According to the document you spent the whole night reading with several cups of coffee and a killing migraine, there was a file hidden in a building close to Vought's that gave away all the racist behavior of Liberty's past (and present). It would be more than enough to make the people mad.

Hell, it made you mad. An immigrant trying to bring down an incredibly popular Supe, who would definetly get rid of any of your people out of North American territory? Definitely a perfect situation for your ass, not dangerous at all.

But still, if not you and The Boys, who? Even if Butcher's focus wasn't her it was for you, as a personal offense.

You knew racism wasn't foreign in the Superhero industry (or in the United States as a whole, you lived it constantly) but executing people of color is borderline a genocide and it was happening right under the peoples noses. God, praised even.

You scoffed at the screen of your computer and picked up your phone to call either Butcher or MM about what you found, to see if they could back you up on the mission.

You dialed Butcher first, putting your cell to your ear as you got up from the chair, your legs needing a stretch, as you walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a beer. It is 6pm somewhere you thought.

As you popped open the can the familiar british accent hit your ears and you subconsciously smiled to yourself.

“Wha’ d'ya want, luv?” He asked, voice gruff, clearly woken up by your call. You imagined his tousled hair. Maybe he was shirtless.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, taking a sip of the bitter drink on your hand, the alcohol much appreciated in your stomach.

“Maybe” He said and you could hear the teasing smile on his face.

“I'm sorry, I just called to say I found something on Liberty…Stormfront…whatever her fucking name is” You clarified as you mindlessly play with the seal of the beer can with your index finger “There's a building nearby that hides some documents about her, y'know, the shady stuff. I wanted to go there tonight, see if I find it”

You hear shuffling in the other line with a grunt, assuming he was getting up from the bed – or wherever he was sleeping.

He didn't speak for some moments letting you hear his bare feet walking around his apartment.

“I don’ know abou’ it Y/N, how'd ya even find those?” He asked, his voice hesitant.

“Butcher, I'm a hacker and Vought's system sucks ass compared to what I've already done” You explained “I just got in, easy”

You can't see it but he bites his bottom lip on the other line. He was still skeptical, would it really be that easy to find stuff on a Supe like Liberty? He knew your abilities, hell, he admired it but he was always extra careful when it came to you.

“Really?” He asked and you could feel the way his eyebrow raised and you scoffed “Okay, I'm jus’ doubtful, Liberty hasn’ been talked abou’ in ages an’ ya find stuff…easy?”

“What, lost faith in my abilities?” You teased. You finished your beer and threw the can in the thrash, it hitting the bottom of the thrash with a loud thud “C'mon, it will be easy. In and out”

“I'm not sure it's a good idea, luv” He said and you frowned, sitting on your island in the kitchen, your feet dangling off the edge.

“Y'know I called to warn you I was going, not to ask permission, you ain't my father” You mumbled with the intention to let him hear it, the tone in your voice serious “Just wanted to know if you wanted to come with”

“Nah” He replied, his voice loud and clear over the phone and you make a shocked confused face to yourself. Did he not want to keep you company? “Ya ain't going, it's risky. It looks too easy. Nothin’ with these cunts’ easy” He said firmly and you scoffed in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah, I am, alone or with you, I'm busting into that building” You said just as firmly as he did “You know how I feel about that racist cunt” You cursed. The more time you spent with Butcher, the more you started using his British vocabulary. Cunt was the most common but Bullocks also came with from time to time.

“Of course I know but still, we have to be smart abou’ it” A tip of anger laced his voice. He often got pissed at how stubborn you could be and this was one of those times.

“I'll be in there tonight. Goodbye Butcher” You said and turned off the call, not wanting to hear him going on and on about your ‘recklessness’ as he called it, scoffing and smashing your phone down on the island beside you, running a hand through your head.

You liked when Butcher was caring towards you, it was what made you start catching feelings for the man in the first place, but sometimes he just treated you like a kid, as if you could do nothing without him lecturing you beforehand.

On the other side, Butcher groans angrily as he notices you turned the call off and he throws his phone on the bed. “Fucking ‘ell” He curses to himself as he rubs his temples with his thumb and index fingers.

He knew you wouldn't drop it. You were a force of nature, but impulsive. Sometimes he loved it, sometimes he hated it.

This was time he wished you just listened.

The feeling in his gut that something wasn't right remained for the whole day, his head barely able to focus on anything else as he was too worried. Worried about you.

At about 8pm he was nervously biting on the side of his thumbnail trying to ignore his phone besides him as he told himself over and over he should call you to see if you were fine. The other (minor) side of him telling himself he should drop it. You were strong, you could pull it off and he didn't want to bruise his ego giving in to your stupid idea.

Fuck it.

He checked his phone to see a message from you. The address to said building. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Maybe you weren't so stupid after all.

He grabbed his keys and put on his black trench coat and a gun in the waistband of his jeans.

As he closed the door behind him he rushed to his car, wondering if you were okay or if something happened.

At the thought of you hurt he hurried his feet on the pavement to get faster to his car. To get faster to you.

He drove above the speed limit after he tried calling you 3 times, all going to voicemail. He cursed to himself as he arrived at the building and took in the sight in front of him.

The windows were busted and, as he got in, he could clearly see bullet holes on the walls and his heart started beating faster in his chest. Please be okay, please be alive, I can't lose you too.

He moves through crumbles and remains of the walls, taking his gun in his hand and moving slowly, aware of any danger.

The more he walked without any sight of you, the more worried he got.

As he went down the stairs to the basement he heard a low groan and his eyes widened and his whole body turned towards the noise.

The basement was a complete wreck. Shelves down on the ground, glass and books everywhere.

Then he saw you and his heart sank to his stomach. You were sitting down against the wall, a huge stab wound in your side where your hand was trying to keep pressure, which clearly wasn't enough as he took sight of the amount of blood beneath you and in your hands.

He took a quick look around and rushed to you, kneeling in front of you. He took notice of how pale you looked but still, at least, half conscious.

He held your shoulder with one hand and pressed the other over your wound making you wince in pain. His face was serious, angry. He didn't know if it was at you or at whoever did this to you but he was livid.

“What the fuck did ya do?” He asked through gritted teeth, not expecting an answer but you put your hand over his forearm, the blood staining his coat and smiled. You fucking smiled, that beatiful smile that could make Butcher melt from miles away.

“You came” You said, your voice low and hoarse and then you went into a coughing fit and Butcher held you to his chest.

“Easy, easy Kid” He said as he took a deep breath so as to not get emotional. He took your hand and pressed it over the bloody wound “I'm gonna need ya to keep pressure in this while I get ya out, c'mon”

You nodded weakly and pressed it as hard as you could while his other arm wrapped below your knees and lifted you up, the movement making you hiss.

He carried you out as quickly as possible as he placed you in the backseat of his car as he went to the driver's, turning the vehicle on and sprinting back to his place.

At the feeling of being safe, the adrenaline started wearing down and you were suddenly very tired. Your eyes closed as you felt your consciousness slip away and then you didn't feel anything anymore.

When you woke up again you were laying on a bed that wasn't yours, in a room that wasn't yours. Your head was pounding and breathing hurt and you let out a groan.

As your vision focused, you looked around and took in the place until your eyes caught a glimpse at someone on a chair besides you. Sleeping, with his arms crossed over his chest, was Butcher and you started remembering what happened.

You mindlessly put your hand over the neatly done bandaging in your stomach and looked at Butcher again.

“Butcher” You said, your voice low and weak. The man besides you stirs awake, his eyes opening slowly.

As he notices you're awake he gets up and places a hand on your forehead hurriedly, breathing deeply as if it was a relief seeing your eyes staring back at him.

“You're awake” He said, looking between your eyes.

As you looked back up at him guilt started pooling in your heart and you looked away, you smiled sadly.

“You were right” You mumbled and he pulled his hand away from your face and sighed angrily. He brushed a hand trough his face, his nostrils flaring up.

He didn't say anything, just stared at your bandaged wound, lost in thought, so you continued talking.

“They jumped me, some people that worked for Vought. I knocked some down but one of them caught me. Thay ran away after that, leaving me to die, apparently” You explained, still refusing to look at him “I'm sorry.”

At that, he looked at you again and you looked at him. He was angry and sad, his face gave it all away and you felt small under his stare. Maybe because you were laying down but still, you felt helpless.

“Why didn't ya fuckin’ listen to me” He said, his voice low, apparently calm and that was the most scary of it all. You preferred that he yelled at you, screamed in anger and never looked at you again then to act like this.

“You– I fuckin’ told ya” He said squinting his eyes as a hand goes to nudge at the wound and you grunt as he aplies pressure to it “Look at where your stupidity gotcha”

Tears prickle at the corner of your closed eyes as you grab at his wrist to pull it away from your skin, your own hand covering the bandage protectively as you glare at him. You knew you fucked up but what was going on with him?

“What the fuck Butcher!” You exclaim through your teeth as the pain eases away “I know I should've listened to you, I already said I'm sorry!”

“Sorry don’ cut it!” He finally yells at you, making you shrink as he points a finger at your face. “When I arrived the color on your face was gone! You were basically dead as I carried ya out! There was blood everywhere, Y/N”

He turned his back to you, and sighed loudly. If it was possible, smoke would be coming out of his ears.

You felt your eyes water. He seemed more than angry and you hated that you were the reason that he felt like this.

“How long was I out?” You asked lowly as you forced yourself to sit with your back against the headboard, making a face at the sting in your belly.

“About 52 hours” He replies, his back still turned to you and your eyes widen in shock and look at his back.

His head was down and his hands were both on his own waist.

You nodded even if he couldn't see you, more so to acknowledge it to yourself. As you let the information sink in, Butcher leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

He couldn't let you see the tears forming in his eyes as all his thoughts went back to your limp body on his arms and the hours he spent beside the bed, holding your hand and talking to you while you were in your coma. He wanted to hug you, hold you and he couldn't bear the idea of losing you. Not when he hadn't told you anything about what he wanted from you.

How everytime you looked at him with those bright eyes he felt like he could drown in them, how your smile was the reason he got out of bed every morning, how your voice was like a beautiful tune that was hypnotizing. How your lips always provoked his deepest desires to emerge.

Seeing you bleeding broke him apart further then it should've and that scared him. He had sworn to never care for someone this much since the last time he felt this his heart got torn to pieces by Becca.

He shouldn't. He couldn't.

But he also couldn't help that every time you touched him he felt his skin warm up and his heart accelerate.

He pressed his forehead to the shut door and mentally cursed himself over and over again, he didn't know what to do until he saw the handle turn and the door slowly open.

You opened the door, a hand on your waist to ease the pain as you looked at him teary eyed.

He made a confused face with slight worry but then you choked out a sob and threw both of your arms around his neck and started to cry against his shoulder.

Butcher was shocked until his arms eased themselves around your lower back. One hand rubbed up and down as he felt your tears wet his shirt.

“I was– so scared” You admitted, shaking with your sobs and gripping his shirt tightly under your fingers to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. “It was so cold. The only thing that kept me breathing was when…when I looked at my phone and you– you were calling” You sobbed harder after each word, your body trembling.

“When you left voicemails…I was happy because if I…” You swallowed “If I died I would at least hear your voice one last time”

His grip around you tightened and one of his hands went into your hair as he adjusted your head into his chest, his jaw above you as he closed his eyes. He felt a tingle in his heart at your words, a spark of love lighting itself up in bad weather.

“Shh, you're fine now, you're ‘ere, alive, I'm 'ere” He whispered comfortably as you kept crying and he thought of all the things he wanted to tell you.

“And I know I was stupid. That I– That I should've listened but I want her dead, I want Homelander dead and I just–” You choked “I just wanted to have control over something, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry”

He gently swayed both your bodies side to side, a comforting hand rubbing at your scalp. Butcher didn't say anything, just letting you get it all out until your breathing calmed down.

The tears had stopped flowing and now you were just sniffing, your cheeks puffy and your eyes red. He grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you back to look into your eyes, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Feel betta’?” He asked and you nodded slightly and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking into your beautiful orbs again. “I'm sorry too, luv, I really am”

You opened your mouth to protest but he silenced you before you could speak.

“I shouldn’ have said those things t'ya, I was just– Angry, but not at you” He gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, drying a stubborn tear rolling down your face. “I was angry at myself”

Apparently you made a face at him because he gave you a thin-lipped smile.

“I was angry because I knew you were going anyway an’ I let'ya go alone. If I was there, this wouldn’ have happened”

He took a deep breath before continuing.

“I was scared that I'd neva see ya smile again, see your beautiful eyes look into mine, hear your stunnin' voice” He hugged you again, his hands wrapping you in a warm embrace. He didn't want to let you go in fear this was a dream and he buried his face in the crook of your neck before finishing.

“I was scared I would neva be able to tell ya tha’ I love ya” He mumbles in your neck as his arms tighten around you and a shiver runs through you.

William Butcher loved you.

Your hands grabbed at his shoulders and pushed him back lightly as you looked into his eyes.

Your expression doesn’t give anything away and Butcher starts to feel sick as he thinks he's going to be rejected. He prepares for impact.

Then you smile.

Your smile wide because you feel warm. Warmed by his love. Diferently then the cold night at the building.

Your hands travel up to both sides of his face as you pull him in. You go slowly, waiting to see if he'd pull back but he surprises you with a strong, passionate kiss, making you gasp in surprise.

The world feels small around you as his hands grab at your waist, careful not to hurt you as you pour out every feeling you bottled up through the years in that kiss.

And Butcher was consumed by you, by every single inch of you, by every part of your being. Your voice was a melodic chorus to his ears, your lips a river to which he was drowning in, your body the perfect fit for his.

When you pull away from each other with rushed breaths you're still smiling, your hand caressing his beard covered cheek.

“I love you too” You whisper and Butcher smashes his lips against yours again, making you giggle in surprise.

Now that they had each other it was them against the world. Nothing could tear them apart because they were made for one another, the flames of their souls dancing together in a single rhythm.

They didn't know or didn't feel it but ever since the first time they had locked eyes the destiny made their paths merge into a single one at one point in both their lives. And this was it. Two souls bound, forever.

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A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing. Feedback makes those writings better. Thank you very much for reading. Xoxo

#the boys imagine #the boys x reader #the boys x y/n #the boys x you #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #william butcher #william butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #billy butcher smut #the boys

[momo-de-avis]

Fun story. Sometime last year I started with a company that assigned random tour guiding jobs and eventually I got a gig with an australian company that did the same shit every year. Clients arrive in PT through madrid. My job was to give them a walk tour of Lisbon and Belém. This day it turned out I had a surprise: there was a second group I did not know existed, and which I had not been informed of, who needed to meet with my group at X hours in Lisbon. They had a second guide with them I didn't know who it was and had no contact with. The Tour Leader (TL), who has a cabbage for a brain, instead of giving me the tour guide's contact as I requested, called the second tour leader who put the tour guide on the phone to then speak with me through my tour leader's phone, which has to be the most complicated method imaginable. A point to note here is that the other guide was super difficult. He refused to find a solution with me because "he was not told what to do" and I eventually had to force him to accept a conclusion bc idk this fucker couldn't solve a very simple problem.

This is a bus gig. I'd never done buses before but I'd done Belém plenty of times and was pretty comfortable. All I had to do was pick up a mic and speak to them about the city. Easy.

Imagine my surprise when the absolute dork ass loser of the bus driver puts his hands on the wheel and says "tell me the way". And I'm like. What the fuck do you mean. He means it's my job apparently to instruct this professional bus driver who refuses to turn on his GPS on the exact path from butt fuck nowhere Marques de Pombal to Belém. Literally turn left, right, straight ahead.

Important detail here is that the clients are australian, so the tour is in english, but the dumbass tour leader and the even dumber driver are spanish, so I am actually switching back and forth between english and spanish during this whole ordeal (at one point I did accidentally speak spanish to the australians, yes).

Somehow we arrive in Belém without crashing the fucking bus and I do my job. I know the clients had a good time and that's all I care about.

Then we return to Lisbon. Yes I had to yet again provide the BUS driver minute by minute instructions on how exactly to return, and while doing so, I was grabbing the mic, speaking in english about the city, lowering the mic and quickly going "ahora todo recto hasta el edificio amarillo y despues a la izquierda". i have never multitasked this fucking hard in my life. We get to central lisbon, where I was instructed by TL to meet with the other group there, so the people on my bus would be dropped off.

Now, I came to learn that every month this shit happens, and yet they fuck it up every single time. Basically, the tourists are given a plan. The plan states that they are going from point A to point B. At point B they can decide if they want to go to point C. Those who don't want to are promised a ride back to the hotel, those who want to hop onto one of the buses and head over to point C. Except every time, there's no ride back to the hotel, they just leave them stranded in the middle of central lisbon.

But at the time I did not know this.

So imagine my face when I deliver my clients to second group, and out of fucking nowhere, there's this angry Australian lady who is speaking to second TL, and then she turns, spots me with fucking T1000 eyes, lifts her finger abd aggravatingly says IT'S ALL HER FAULT!

At this point I'm like. So help me god. What else is coming. Now, my TL is mushy brain but in his defence he immediately stepped forward and defended me. But meanwhile this woman is still T1000ing me and insisting everything was my fault, when I don't even know what everything is. And it's then that I hear her say "our tour guide said to us she changed the plan!"

She means the afore mentioned plan of going from A to B and then optionally going to place C. She was rightfully upset that she'd been informed she'd have a bus ride back to the hotel and now was stranded in central lisbon (their hotel was not central at all). However, their tour guide, which happens to be the difficult motherfucker I had to communicate via three different phones in the most complicated way right before starting the tour, apparently panicked and instead of doing the correct thing which was relay the lady's complaints back to the TL, he threw me under the bus, accused me of changing plans I didn't even know existed, and hoped for the best.

Mind you, I did not blame the lady. I'd be proper pissed in her place too. But that was the moment I became T1000 and looked around for this motherfucker.

And when I saw him I realised I knew who this piece of shit was.

It turns out he's a tour guide who worked for a Free Tours company whose name I wont give out but they wear yellow, which is an incredibly predatory company, and I say this with full confidence because I actually interviewed for them and it was the most pathetic job interview I've ever experienced. It's the kind of place you pay to work (free tours the guide has to pay 3-5€ per client and they rely entirely on tips, they don't have wages. Kind of like real estate but more predatory). The guides for this company have their meeting spot in the same square as we do (as do several other companies).

This was the only stupid ass who always started shit.

He once screamed at a coworker of mine because he insisted they owned the square (I'm talking about fucking Rossio). He once offered violence to another coworker of mine, I don't even know why anymore. He once tried to start shit with me too. He spoke to some of my clients who had arrived before me and when I got there he went on a fucking rampage going "WE'RE GOING TK START STEALING YOUR CLIENTS BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS LATE". I let him have it and stayed quiet. When he was done, in most dead pan tone, I just said 'mate there's 10 minutes left before the tour starts, go do your job'.

You ask anyone who regularly tours in Rossio they will know who this fucker is. He is rude, aggressive and a piece of shit.

And apparently a fucking coward too.

Instantly after that, I picked up the phone and called the company, who only called me back hours late cause lol, and told them this would never happen again. After explaining that next time I will refuse to do anything whatsoever if a bus driver ever tells me it's my job to tell the way, I explain that if I were them, I would never collaborate with this absolute piece of shit again bc this is unprofessional beyond belief.

I have since been forgotten by that company lmfao they literally stopped calling me but to be fair it was an amicable divorce bc I swore I'd never work with them again.

It's been like 7 months. I come to learn that piece of shit stayed in that shit ass company nonetheless which shows just how desperate they are. In this time that has since passed, a couple of guides who know what happened asked me what the guide's name is so they are sure to refuse work with that guy.

Turns out that list is growing lmfao there's at least 3 or 4 more guides who have since refused to work with him because he is such a piece of shit.

No idea where he is now. Haven't seen him in a while. Genuinely wonder how tf he is going to build a career in such a small field when he keeps burning every bridge.

[namorslutfanfiction]

girl I'm down bad for tenoch, like i havent been in a long time for a male celebrity. i am obsessed!! his birthday is tomorrow!

i have so much curiosity about him (as a person, you know), like does he believe in astrology? hes such an aquarius! and because of that, the answer could be yes or no hahah

I have been practicing my spanish more nowadays; i have read almost every single tweet this man has tweeted. im currently reading his book (which is amazing!! must read for people who want to know more about mexicos power dynamics, racism, colorism! very enlightening; as a latina myself, i could swap mexico to my countrys name and it would fit perfectly) (also he is very articulated, intelligent and funny! such an easy-going read besides the theme).

whats his favorite book? what kind of songs he listens to? share your spotify account with me tenoch!!

whats his comfort food? whats his WhatsApp profile picture? is it from a professional shoot or a selfie he took on his phone? did he cave in and bought an iphone? did he have pets growing up? whos taking care of his plants back home?

does he have a nickname? maybe 'Té', or 'Noche'? or is it something that has nothing in common with his name (my family nickname is completely different from my given name)?

and so on so on!! i need ANSWERS!! necesito tomarme un trago con el!! necesito pachequearme y hablar de la vida con este hombre!!!

Same. Like I literally found myself back on this godforsaken site after years because I needed to be able to vent about my love and obsession for this man.

Oh I would love to know his random opinions and his belief systems. I think he would find it amusing that we have looked up his astrological chart to the best of our abilities. Like he would definitely think "wow thats extensive" but he wouldn't make fun of it like some guys do.

So I know like very rudimentary Spanish that I learned because of my job. I got so often mistaken as some type of latin or hispanic person that it was easier to learn enough Spanish to get by and guests were always so understanding. "Oh she can understand us but it's hard for her to reply." I want to learn more Spanish but I don't have the time right now. I wish I could read his book but a translation isn't out yet.

As a filipino I feel like there will be a lot for me to relate to in the book considering the rampant colorism in all parts of Asia. Filipinos are often referred to as the 'Mexicans' of Asia. Which is weird but also fitting. What snippets of translation I've seen have been so interesting though.

I know he hates reggaeton with so much passion its kind of hysterical. I think I remember him mentioning one of his favorite books in an interview but I can't remember off the top of my head. I knoooow this man has all kinds of proud Latin music on his playlist. Also unabashed bangers like Selena.

He apparently has a screenshot from his whatsapp on his twitter somewhere and I think it's like a normal pic not anything professional.

DOES TENOCH HAVE PLANTS? THAT IS THE QUESTION I NEED ANSWERED BECAUSE I AM A PLANT MOM!

Did you see that interview where he was mad hungry and eating the food the interviewer bought him? I wonder if he's one of those mexican dads who is willing to try a bunch of stuff or if he's the type to always choose latin food over anything else.

I've seen some of his activist friends call him 'Noch' or 'Nochie' I also know that Diego Luna specifically calls him 'chiquitin'. And that makes me giggle because I think he smiles his stupid cute smile every time Diego calls him that.

LOL I have two first names and depending on who you are decides which one you call me. So I don't have any nicknames. Everyone would just get even more confused.

I wanna talk to him about everything, life, love, politics, bull shit, the things that make us happy, the things that make us sad. I wanna talk about our pasts, our futures, our dreams.

I want his advice. Like I bet he gives the best life advice.

thank you for the ask,

#ask #ask me

[studaxy]

6 September, Wednesday

I live in delusion, yes its the 6th, I have a rivalry with all your calendars, they're in the wrong and get defenestrated /lh

anyway today was productive! it was the second day since I downloaded Duolingo (learning Spanish because it looks fun, and Arabic because it looks gorgeous - and also because my partner knows Arabic) which I'm enjoying a little too much. who knew learning languages was that fun?? would you believe me if I said the reason it took me so long to download Duolingo was because I thought it was a subscription-based service? streaming platforms have put the fear in me istg 💀

I also finished making my flashcards for Animal Tissues Pt. 2 :D Haven't figured out a way to reduce the amount of time it took me (like 4 hours for 150 cards and it wasn't even the full chapter 💀) and I guess I should google that shit soon since I'm permanently adding flashcards to my studying plan

I do be falling behind on exercising and I need to figure out how to fix that as well 😭. I'm very close to just watching a stream on my phone while walking around my room, similar to how one puts a carrot on a stick to lure a horse 💀

music: 🎵 not too late [lilypichu]🎵 step count: 👟 233 steps 👟

#axythings #studyblr

[maskedyt]

If you didn't know, I'm bi (actually). I'm going to tell you my coming out story.

The day started out normal but then I had an idea. I texted my friend (They knew but my mom didn't, pathetic I know). it went something like, "I want to come out to my mom today," I said. "Rn?!" she said. "Yeah," I said. "Well how the fuck are you going to do that?" she said. "Help me," I said. We talked for a while, but she just told me to do it myself because it's my own problem. She was right, she's straight, she wouldn't care.

I made a TikTok video because that was my hobby. (Yep, it just gets more and more pathetic) I texted it to my mom and I waited all day. I wanted her to see it. I will link the video at the end.

My mom never saw the video and there I am, trying not to cry. I am texting my friend again. Guess what? She is in all caps "Yelling" at me to come out. Yep, I remember, "TELL HER RIGHT NOW!" she said. "I can't!" I spoke. "Just fucking tell her!" she said. "I'm sorry" I said. she just kept doing that. i just kept apologizing.

My mom was in my baby brother's room to tuck him in. I came in and saw her. I was panicking. Wow is this really about to happen?!?!?! "Mom.... I need to talk to you..." I said quietly. "Okay," she says clueless. "Um.. can we go in my room..?" i say. She looks concerned.

In my room she leans against the door and i sit on my bed. "Mom... I'm... I'm bisexual," I stutter, almost crying. i feel dizzy and scared. "Do you even know what that means?" she asks. I know I'm a child but im not stupid "Erm- yes.. It means I like boys.. but i like girls too.." I say (And yes, i was trying to mimic Nick) My mom sits on the bed with me. Shee gives a whole speech about how my mind could change. Friends she had that thought they were gay but married boys. I didn't remind her that i wasnt gay. I'm bi, actually. (i really wish i had said that line). She even told me it could be a phase because its POPULAR?! Ha. funny joke. I knew she was reffering to Heartstopper. I know damn well if my classmates knew i watched it i would get bullied (more).

after she left i told my friend that i told mom. I tell her how it went. I put my phone away and i try to sleep but i just lie awake and sob.

The next morning my mom was cooking breakfast and i came into the kitchen to say good morning to her but she immediately starts talking about it again. SHE LOOKED THROUGH MY PHONE?!?! She was talking about my texts with my friend about it. I was so mad! Lesson learned, when speaking about something private, speak Spanish).

I'm still friends with that girl but i never told her how bad it hurt. If i do she might leave. Oh well its fine ig.

Link to the video: https://www.tiktok.com/@maskedyt1234/video/7272823142530190634?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7292529370877478430

#bisexual #bi #coming out #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #gay #trans #lesbian

[6rookie-writer0110]

Desperate for the night

Hailee Steinfeld x Male Reader

Request - Could you do Hailee Steinfeld x male!reader where y/n is an actor/singer. The story starts where y/n wants to talk to Hailee about wanting explore more about calling him just baby. They talk and y/n wants her to calls him "daddy." She giggled and tells her that's weird and his not her dad. Y/n is showing a cheeky grin, he tells to to say it more to get used to it. She said if she's says it there no kisses, no sexy time since she's trying to get use to it. She said it again and again and the next time she said it she did it in a secductive tone. One time she called for her dad she said daddy and then y/n and her dad said yes at the same time and both y/n and Hailee turn red hot as they are embarrassed as her dad is in the room.

Hailee and Y/n are filming a music video for their new song together. They are at the beach and they are on break, Hailee took a picture with Y/n and she posted it on her Instagram account. Everyone knows they are dating, they would post pictures of each other on Instagram. Also, they would go to events together and sometimes work together.

“Hailee, we need to talk,” Y/n said.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Hailee asked.

“No! Why you would ask that?” Y/n asked.

“Because you said we need to talk,” Hailee said.

“No, I don't want to break up with you. I wanted to talk about something else” Y/n said.

“Okay, you scared me for a moment. What do you want to talk about” Hailee said.

“Well... I thought besides calling me ‘babe’ maybe call me ‘daddy’” Y/n said.

“Are you serious? You want me to call you ‘daddy’?” Hailee said.

Y/n nods “Yeah, I'm serious. Maybe give it a try”

Hailee starts to laugh but Y/n isn't laughing.

“Oh, you are serious. You are not my dad and it's strange calling you daddy” Hailee said.

“Maybe give it a try and call me daddy. Can you least try?” Y/n said.

She rolled her eyes at him.

“Okay, I will try. But! We won't kiss or have sex after I say it” Hailee said.

“Okay, that's understandable,” Y/n said.

He kissed Hailee on the lips and smiled but she rolled her eyes at him again. They continue to work on the music video all day.

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Hailee went to the movie premiere of The Gray Man. Y/n was in the movie and played a bad guy. When Y/n first got the role, Hailee was happy for her boyfriend. He asked Hailee to be his date and she said yes. Hailee to pick out the outfits for them to wear.

At the after-party, Y/n introduced Hailee to the cast. Ana was happy to see Y/n, they became close friends. He learned Spanish on set by listening to Ana talk.

“Wow, since when you can speak Spanish?” Hailee asked.

“Oh, Ana taught me some Spanish. We had to do interviews in Spanish in Miami” Y/n said.

“Did you tell her to call you daddy?” Hailee joked.

“Oh, it would sound hot if she said it in Spanish. I'm going to ask, I will be right back” Y/n smiled.

Hailee smacked his chest and he starts to laugh.

“I was joking. No, I never told her to call me ‘Papi’. And it means ‘daddy’ in Spanish” Y/n said.

“Whatever, Y/n,” Hailee said.

Y/n smiled again and he wrapped his arms around her.

“I only want you to call me ‘daddy’” Y/n smiled.

She rolled her eyes. Later, they went to get something to drink and danced for a little while. Ana did spend time with Y/n and she got to know Hailee, they are getting along. Hailee noticed they have a lot of inside jokes.

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Y/n and Hailee are making an ep album. They are covering love songs and the fans are liking the first song they sang Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez. Today, they are shooting a video for it. Y/n is on his phone and she whispered in his ear...

“Hey daddy” Hailee whispered seductively.

“Hey, babe” Y/n smiled.

“I’m guessing you liked it, because of how I said it,” Hailee said.

“Yeah, I liked how you said it,” Y/n said.

She kissed him on the lips.

“You are taking me out for dinner, daddy,” Hailee said.

Y/n starts to nod.

“Yeah, I can do that” Y/n smiled.

Throughout the day, Hailee has kept calling Y/n ‘daddy’. She is trying to get used to it, but it still feels strange for her to say to her boyfriend. Y/n doesn't pressure her to say it but he does think it's hot how she says it.

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Hailee took Y/n to her family’s house and have a cookout in the backyard. Y/n has met the family before, they are okay with Y/n dating Hailee.

Now, Hailee and Y/n are in the kitchen alone. She decided to call her boyfriend ‘daddy’

“Daddy,” Hailee said.

“Yes,” Y/n and her father said at the same time.

Hailee’s face turns extremely red. She didn't know that her father was heading to the kitchen. Y/n froze and he feels embarrassed he didn't turn around to look at her dad.

“Did you just yes?” He asked Y/n.

“W-what? No, no, no, no... I said I want grapes” Y/n nervously said.

He glared at Y/n and Hailee is freaking out on the inside.

“I think it's time for you to go, Y/n,” He said.

“I forgot to pick up my friend at the airport. Um, Hailee, I will text you later” Y/n said.

He rushed out of the kitchen and left the house. Hailee goes to the backyard and gets in the pool. An hour later Hailee texted Y/n.

Hailee - I'm not calling you daddy anymore, after what happened.

Y/n- I think he wanted to kill me.

Hailee - he still wants to kill you.

Y/n - I think I won't go to your family’s house for a while.

Hailee - Good idea

#Hailee Steinfeld imagine #Hailee Steinfeld x you #hailee steinfeld x reader #Hailee Steinfeld x male reader #x male reader #male!reader

[agentlemansavage]

I've made the choice to refrain from answering anymore questions about my love life.

I think I've said plenty about everything for everyone to know where I stand. The reality of the situation is it's unlikely to immediately improve unless she suddenly changes her mind on things and given the time it's been and that she has someone else to focus on it isn't likely.

Yes this hurts honestly more than words can express. Losing a lover is always hard and losing your bestfriend is even harder. Anytime my phone beeps it all I still think it's her, anytime I go to play a game I want to play it with her, anytime see a meme, or something happens in my day I want to share it with her. I saw a future with her one that I want more than anything. It's crazy to me that I didn't want to waste any time because I found exactly what I wanted and time was exactly what she needed. I fucked everything up and I'm learning to live with that. I meant everything I've said and will continue to keep all the promises I made. I'm trying very hard to stay hopeful, but I've tried everything I know so all I can do is wait.

I'm also taking a step back from this blog. I'm not disappearing but I don't think currently I can offer anyone advice, or continue to post nearly as much as I have been. I attended my first AA meeting for the first time in a long time. I don't think i have an actual problem with drinking but I do use it to cope and especially lately I find the bottle is the only thing bringing me any sort of comfort so a meeting to remind myself to take things in stride.

I'm still working on my 6 month challenge. I meant every word and I'm finally starting to see results of the hard work at the gym. I still have some issues to work through in therapy and some things I need to work on myself. The certification I'm working on(the first of many) will hopefully be accomplished by the end of next month. I'll make sure to update on that as it comes. Spanish admittedly im losing steam. It's hard to stay motivated when the person I'm working on this specific thing for wont even talk to me. I haven't given up it's just hard.

April has always been a hard month for me. A friend of mine died 9 days after his birthday over a gun accident when I was younger. The anniversary of those two dates came and went and It's hard to admit the weight of his loss still haunts me so Today I'm grateful for the time I got with my friends that are no longer here.

One last thing, I've decided to move within the next year. I had already planned to move to another state for her and had applied for jobs that I ironically ended up getting interviews for and turning down. I can't say that I will end up in that state but I would like a change and I think it's time.

Sorry, this isn't a positive update and I'm very thankful for those who have reached out.

[morgansplace]

Hello! My name is Morgan, and I'm part of the Redacted ASMR fandom. Now, I think nobody would care if I do a presentation of myself so, what's better than writing a fanfic about Gavin & Freelancer's early days to publicly join the fandom? Because I absolutely adore them both and I want Gavin to happily realize that people cares about him, yes.

tl;dr: headcanon that Gavin didn't bothered to understand love? Only me? Okay.

* gender neutral pronouns for listener, their name referred as "Freelancer".

* I'm so sorry if this has any grammatical error! My first language is Spanish, so my English is definitely good but not the best! +, this is also my first time posting something on tumblr.

ʻShapes and Forms of Love.ʼ

Gavin knows that love is something that can have different levels, but he never understood why people said it had ʻshapes and formsʼ. Sure, levels of love could be something, because you can love someone and don't love someone at all, and everything in between makes sense, too. But shapes and forms? That doesn't make sense, love doesn't has shapes, neither forms.

That's what he always thought, anyways.

– "Bye, love you!" Gavin's thoughts are interrupted by Freelancer, hanging up the phone with whoever's called them when he arrived. He didn't bothered to listen their words, because he didn't cared about who it was, he just wanted to toy with them for a while, like his later encounters with them. But he couldn't shake the feeling down in his chest about it; ʻlove youʼ they sing, like it wasn't such a big deal. It must be their partner, Gavin thinks, because you can't say I love you to nobody if they aren't something special to you, and Gavin considers only partners pure to hear that.

– "I didn't knew you had a partner?" His voice echoes through the room, curious but still holds that flirty tone he always wears, like a golden cape.

– "I don't," Freelancer explains, and he can't help but furrow his eyebrows, they don't have a partner? "It was an old friend, from high school."

Friend? Why would they say I love you to a friend? Love is not something to take lightly, unless they were heartless, and Gavin learned that Freelancer was everything but heartless, if not the contrary.

So why they loved someone that wasn't their partner?

– "well, you look confused." They speak again, and Gavin has to bite his tongue to contain a laugh, because they were absolutely right, he was indeed confused. "What's on your mind?"

– "Why would you love someone if they aren't your partner?" Gavin asks, and regrets everything after seeing how Freelancer's face goes down in pain. "Did I said something wrong?"

– "Gavin, love is something infinite. It has it's shapes and forms," there's that opinion again, Gavin thinks. "You can feel love to everyone, the relationship they share with you doesn't matter in that."

He never thought about it like that, he never thought about how a father can love his children, or how a brother can adore their older sister, or how a grandmother can lovingly make ugly sweaters for her grandkids, he never stopped to think about how a owner can love their pet, or how a person can love the smell of flowers and trees. He didn't bothered to realize how someone could love their job, or the things they do for fun. Because why would he? Love wasn't something he had experienced deeply, and he wasn't sure he'd get to experience it, neither.

And he was silly, of course he was. Because even him loved something, he loved sex, and the pleasure he'd get to experience with it, the way people feels because of him, he loved that. He loved things and yet he was so dumb thinking love was something so simple.

Maybe he didn't understood love because it wasn't something people felt for him. Sure, they felt want, and need, even desire. But love? It wasn't anything like that, sexual and romantic feelings aren't something related, and never will. He never thought that someone would love him, he never felt it, so of course it was simple just don't understand the weight that unknown feeling had.

– "Hey, you're okay? I'm not a demon, I can't feel feelings the way you do. But you're feeling weird, I can see it. What's up?" Gavin looks, but doesn't hear their words. His thoughts are so loud he can't really hear their voice, their worry.

What can he say? He's not sure if he should respond. A part of him tells him to rift and run away and no give them any explanation because he doesn't have to, but the other part, deep in his chest, tells him to go slow and open himself for them, in a way that he never thought he was going to. His tail, cloacked and intangible, wags behind him in confusion, he swears Freelancer would laugh if they get to see it.

– "hey, Gavin?" They ask so nicely that Gavin can't ignore them any longer, focusing on their bright eyes that shine with the low light of the living room. "I love you, y'know?"

The words bounce around his brain like a ball in a room, echoes through his mind like the blood on his veins, but he doesn't understand them, he doesn't understand what they'd mean by that. ʻi love you, y'know?ʼ but do they? Do they really mean that? He doesn't know, actually. Because why would they love someone like him? Why would they feel such a strong feeling like that for him. He doesn't get it.

Do they want him to say it back?

– "You caught me off guard with that, deviant..." He knows they hear his confused voice, he can hear it too. "I... do you want me to say that back?"

– "what? No!" They bark, and his body shivers as a reaction. "I don't say it because I want you to say it back, to the contrary. I say it because I feel it, despite if you feel the same or no, or if you're... ready to say something like that back. That you don't have to, of course- I just wanted you to kn– mph!"

His lips caught theirs in a sweet, honest kiss that doesn't last longer than eight seconds, sadly. He looks at them, memorizes their eyes, how they crack-open in a second with his actions, he memorizes their smile, how their skin is more orange where a blush is forming, he memorizes everything about them.

– "thanks for that, Deviant. Thanks for loving me."

#redacted asmr #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #gender neutral reader #im so nervous about this please help

[lucysarah-c]

Oh darling don't worry about rambling. I think readers enjoy knowing more about a writer.

The whole procedure sounds exhausting. Wishing you the best of luck in that. And I hope everything goes smoothly for you.

However, I am curious as to why you decided to do a PhD. degree? I am assuming you really like research, I am curious to know why people apply for it. I have been taught that isn't really necessary to pursue, I am not trying to dissuade you, I just want to know your point of view, and I find that interesting.

I haven't had the chance to visit Germany. It is a great country to settle in, If that what you are planning for. I heard a nightmare about their paperwork. God be with you. Will you be taking classes in german or will it be in English? Do you need an English test certification for it?

Also, it is so lovely of you to think of your mom. She is lucky to have a daughter like you.

I hope that you mind me sending you an abnormal amount of questions 😄

when you answer, your Tumblr asks or writes your posts. Do you do it from a pc or from your phone? I found out that I can't send long paragraphs from my pc unless I do it on my phone. I was wondering if it is the same case for you.

I’m not sure what my readers enjoy to be honest hahaha But if you're my reader and want to know more about my personal life haha I don't mind it.

Thank you! I hope everything turns out smoothly too.

About the PhD, I think it really depends not only on the field you're in but also your prospects. For example, I studied Biotechnology and molecular biology, but in my last years of the degree I dedicated myself to nanobiotechnology for oncological treatments. When I joined the nanotechnology team, nano was something that nobody really cared about and therefore it was a really small side of biotechnology compared to other well known parts of it. Once the pandemic hit, the health science field began to have a boom and Nanotechnology was a field that was only being explored for arms industry and cosmetics. Now nanotechnology is being explored in the health industry a lot and, since I'm kinda part of the "teams who were pioneers on it" I've the chances to work and study a field that doesn't have that much "competition" yet but also its "highly demanded". Plus, someone has to do them, you know haha Someone has to investigate the improvements of new treatments. The PhD is the only option for me if I want to keep going with my studies. Like, yeah I could work in the industry without a master or phd and make way more money than the scholarship I'll get. Sorry, long story short, I want to investigate the probabilities of curing Cancer with nanotechnology. This is way too new so they need people to research about it for it to one day be a treatment available for people.

I have also heard that Germans aren't good with paperwork lmao. It seems to be a thing. I visited Germany when I traveled a few years ago. It's a really calm and lovely place. The master is in English and yes I need an English certificate that I already own. Your girl is a C2 or proficient in English like Excuse me lmao jk I don't feel like I'm proficiency at all but the IELTS exam says otherwise lol.

I'm learning German! I'm actually in the middle of my A2 to B1 classes so, careful I know how to say my name lmao. I feel it's a really "boxy" language but a friend of mine, who speaks German said "but Lucy, you speak Spanish as your first language, it's like you speak in cursive. Obviously it feels less "literature '' '' that actually boosted my self esteem lol I've never thought Spanish as a "lovely" language but I guess it is!

I don't mind the questions if you don't mind that I take a while to reply haha

Eh... I've no idea, because I've not send asks is a long while hahah I basically log in to Tumblr to post and I leave because I've like -10 time in my life at the moment. But I mostly post from my computer because the phone app doesn't let me select more than one paragraph at a time and editing is a mess.

But, for example, the tumblr computer web doesn't alert me when I've overpass the 30 tags limit and the phone does. It's weird, tumblr is a mess.

Have a lovely day!

#about me

[khaleesiofalicante]

Holaaaaa!!! ¿Cómo estás Dani? ¿Todo bien?

I've been feeling like my regular self which is good... it's crazy what the brain does to reality 😳

But anyways... I'm happy to be back with my fellow homos, homies and hoes 🥰

I'm finally caught up with LBAF IV, had to start over for a proper enjoyment 😌 I'm NOT letting anxiety take any more things from me!!! Fuck that bitch...

Fun Fact: my phone still suggests Shinyun after I type fuck... 🤣🤣 fun times! I now miss my wife!

Anyways, about the chapter...

The One with the Kite

He picked up Mallory from her bedroom and they portalled together to the Empire State Building.

She smiled. “Just this boy. I find him very annoying.”

Don't you dare! 😡😡😡

“Yep,” she said again. “It means unlucky.”

Like Max was meeting you 🤮

“Oh,” David replied. “I was sleeping.”

Daniela you better NOT fuck with my Mavid!! 🥲

“It’ll get the culture tubes,” Camila winked and walked away.

Fun Fact: I don't know the name of those tubes in Spanish even though I used them in high-school

No, I won't Google it...

He simply picked up a discarded stele from the table and walked back.

That sus behavior!!! Pay attention!!!

“Because you asked me to,” Gabriel smiled, rolling a strand of her hair with their finger. “You look breathtaking in the morning, Selena.”

Am I in love with them? Survey says YES!!! 🥰

“Why would anyone want to attack Chouchou at all?” Selena wondered out loud.

Exactly!!! Think people THINK!!!

“Excuse me,” Selena said incredulously. “Are you guys hanging out without me?”

THE DISRESPECT!!!

“Then tell her that!” Max put up his hands.

If she could, she would but she is an Alexandra!! We don’t do that!!!

“I’m a fucking boat!” Lexi yelled and walked away.

This we do... I love my twin!!!

“What?” Max laughed. “I thought you were gonna say my smile or some shit.”

🤣🤣🤣 he's an Alexander we're horny first

The sound of Max saying her name.

I will absolutely love the sound of Max killing you!!

Think, Max! He doesn’t want you. He isn’t good for you.

Biiiiiiitch.... I will end you myself!!!

Would he protect her? Would he save her? Would he risk his life for her?

Yeah probably but only because he is a Lightwood-Bane is not really about you!

So, David was the problem here. As always.

I need a drink every time I write Mallory pov.

I need a drink after reading her POV... you better not pull a Shinyun on me because I love hating her!

Thank you Dani!! You're the bestest best, the best supreme! 💚💚💚💚 I am love you very much!!

Hola! Estoy bien! (i wrote that myself! I'm sorry if it was incorrect! I'm going to try and learn Spanish by talking to you lmaoooo)

Also the number of times you called mallory a bitch and threatened her dsahdjkasj WE APPRECIATE THE PASSION!

i'm glad you are feeling better and enjoying stuff!! sending you more and more amazing vibes!

also omg seb stan gif?? you are 10/10.

#lbaf

[kuro-morale-events]

May 11: Interview with @mochi-mochirsart

Meet @mochi-mochirsart !

@mochi-mochirsart is an artist and writer.

Q1. What type of content do you create?

A1. Fan art mainly and sometimes fan fiction. (If the distractions don't bother me,lol).

Q2. Do you have an ao3, Twitter, or account specifically for your works?

A2. On tumblr I have a side account called @deepestkurodesires, and I have 2 social accounts at the moment.

Ao3: my_Lost_Memory

Twitter: Cutebutsinner

(All are 18+)

Q3. What work are you most proud of, why?

A3. Last Angel Of Earth fan fiction. Because it is the one which I put a lot of my fave dynamics and tropes. I'm pretty surprised the fic has 3 years old and I've already made like 10 chapters or even more and some fanarts. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ [Also in Spanish]

Q4. When did you get into Kuro?

A2. 2018

Q5. What ships do you have, if any?

A5. Sebaciel is my otp in kuroshitsuji, but I am interested in other ships (which I haven't created content yet, lol) like Including one which a certain couple of people tried to turn me onto XD

Q6. What are your favorite tropes?

A6. Human x Monster, Angel x Demon, Enemies to lovers, hero x villian, hero x hero.

Q7. Do you have a routine for your creative process? (Getting snacks, music, etc)

A7. Yes, I have. The music is my blessing and my curse (because sometimes I get sucked into my imagination, haha) and during breaks, I drink water and eat sweet things like mini cakes.🍰

Q8. What gives you inspiration?

A8. Internet artists like Jinko, Sakimichan, Naokichi, Errslance, . With material inspo are Amvs (animated music videos), mangas and music.

Q9. Is there anything you're working on right now?

A9. Yes, but it’s a secret 🤫... And I also need to continue my fanfic, lol.

Q10. Do you prefer digital or traditional art? Why?

A10. I like both, but if I have to choose one, it would be digital one, because I love with how many brushes, layers and colors you can experiment, mix or combine. Being messy,lol. Also is easier delete or fix mistakes, it is pretty useful and you can do it from a computer or a phone!

Q11. If you could improve one thing with your art or writing this year, what would it be and why?

A11. This time, both. The first one because I want to learn some modes like realistic art and manga drawing. And the second because I want to know more about literature, so I can make more interesting my stories and Make my readers enjoy them.

Reminder, you can find them at @mochi-mochirsart , Twitter, and AO3. Go give them some love!

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#may 2022 #creator interview #creator feature #mochi mochirsart

[madame-fear]

Heyyyyyy

Hows it going as well omg, im so happy for you with your test results congrats on them!!! I hope your moving is going okay! we moved a couple months ago so i get how stressful it can be!

some lil get to know me things idk i like discussing interests!! (please feel free to share your omg PLLEEAASE)

my favourite colour is red,

favourite subject is history,

i absolutely love pasta my favourite shape so far is fussili (i wanna try every shape) i could as well devour an endless amount of tomatoes i love them

my favourite animals are sharks(obviously) and ferrets (no ferret emoji :( )

favourite film rn either the black phone or lego batman (runner ups are legally blonde, whitechicks, jujutsu kaisen 0, or warm bodies)

love heights but HATE spiders… and the nun… from the nun… IDK WHY… they make me panic

and im going to greece for two weeks on tuesday so i might not be that active but i will try!!

~ the best 🦈 in existence

Hellooooo darlinggg!!! 💕💕💕 How's my favourite anon doing?! 🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so so much!! I'm so happy w/the tests results honestly :"")💕💕 And about the moving: oh yes, it's definitely stressing as hell! Besides, idk why but we are surrounded by inepts, as bad as that sounds, so things are so hellingly stressing for us! But besides that, things are going well for us 🥰🙏

Oohh I love these!! I love getting to know people better and letting people know about me as well! 😄 I swear I love these so much lmao –

(also, we've got a few things in common!! yayy!! ^_^ <33)

1 ) I'm currently studying: Genetics, chinese medicine, and all things related to forensics & criminology! I've liked forensics since I was very little, so all of my studying focus is currently on that 😊 I also like chemistry & science in general

2 ) Favourite colours are black, blood red, and baby blue, but mostly black! I wear it as much as possible 🥴

3 ) Favourite animals are crows/ravens and cats! They are both so enigmatic and smart, I just simply love them <3 We have some beautiful cats at my home, so the only thing I need w/me is a crow😂

4 ) My most favourite movies are: the Dark Knight trilogy, and also Dirty Grandpa. I've seen all of these with my dad and they became my absolute favourite!

5 ) We've got in common the love for pasta! ahhhh 😆 I like Rigatone w/cream & kale 🤭🤭 Also, I have an endless love for bacon hamburgers :"p

6 ) I can say I'm a bit of a coward, bc I fear many things 😅 I absolutely can't stand spiders, nor heights, nor very deep water, I fear of being abandoned, and also darkness (only when I'm all by myself)

And here a couple of random facts about me!:

7 ) Between my dad and my mum, I resemble more my dad, not only physically but as well in many other aspects (personality trait, constantly cursing, accidentally breaking good/useful things...etc) 😅 And I heard that many times in my life, also often. (i wish i had his beautiful blue eyes though)

8 ) I can speak German (native language), English, and Spanish (because my mum's native language is Spanish). I love learning new languages! I'm currently looking forward to learning Italian, Portuguese, Japanese/Chinese, Romanian, Turkish, Russian, and many other!

9 ) My favourite bands/singers are Rammstein, OOMPH!, Radiohead, Garbage, Björk, & Marilyn Manson.

10 ) My favourite show of all time is Law & Order: SVU, and also Gotham 💕

Sorry if I git a bit carried away!! I love getting to know people better and also, allowing anyone who's curious to ask me random things about me :) ❤❤ I love these type of discussions tbh!!

Also, Greece is so incredibly beautiful and astonishing!! My mum loves it! I'd be thrilled to hear your experience there and more about your trip!! 🥰❤❤ I'm gonna miss you tho :((

(p.s; i received your requests and i'm already working on them!

also, what you mentioned about Frankenweenie in one of your reqs: it was a shocking discovery for me too when i found out that Charlie Tahan voiced the main character!! I found out on May and boy was i surprised. It unlocked memories for me bc It reminded me of when Frankenweenie came out and i was a little girl and saw it with my parents and it made me cry omg :(

aaaand another side note; this reminds me i personally can't believe i've seen Charlie Tahan in so many movies and shows throughout my life and never noticed him until i found out about Scarecrow in Gotham and re-watched the show ._.)

#Ask me anything #Things about me #Things about us #Ask box open #Get to know us!

[sammythetrxnny]

If you didn't know, I'm bi (actually). I'm going to tell you my coming out story.

The day started out normal but then I had an idea. I texted my friend (They knew but my mom didn't, pathetic I know). it went something like, "I want to come out to my mom today," I said. "Rn?!" she said. "Yeah," I said. "Well how the fuck are you going to do that?" she said. "Help me," I said. We talked for a while, but she just told me to do it myself because it's my own problem. She was right, she's straight, she wouldn't care.

I made a TikTok video because that was my hobby. (Yep, it just gets more and more pathetic) I texted it to my mom and I waited all day. I wanted her to see it. I will link the video at the end.

My mom never saw the video and there I am, trying not to cry. I am texting my friend again. Guess what? She is in all caps "Yelling" at me to come out. Yep, I remember, "TELL HER RIGHT NOW!" she said. "I can't!" I spoke. "Just fucking tell her!" she said. "I'm sorry" I said. she just kept doing that. i just kept apologizing.

My mom was in my baby brother's room to tuck him in. I came in and saw her. I was panicking. Wow is this really about to happen?!?!?! "Mom.... I need to talk to you..." I said quietly. "Okay," she says clueless. "Um.. can we go in my room..?" i say. She looks concerned.

In my room she leans against the door and i sit on my bed. "Mom... I'm... I'm bisexual," I stutter, almost crying. i feel dizzy and scared. "Do you even know what that means?" she asks. I know I'm a child but im not stupid "Erm- yes.. It means I like boys.. but i like girls too.." I say (And yes, i was trying to mimic Nick) My mom sits on the bed with me. Shee gives a whole speech about how my mind could change. Friends she had that thought they were gay but married boys. I didn't remind her that i wasnt gay. I'm bi, actually. (i really wish i had said that line). She even told me it could be a phase because its POPULAR?! Ha. funny joke. I knew she was reffering to Heartstopper. I know damn well if my classmates knew i watched it i would get bullied (more).

after she left i told my friend that i told mom. I tell her how it went. I put my phone away and i try to sleep but i just lie awake and sob.

The next morning my mom was cooking breakfast and i came into the kitchen to say good morning to her but she immediately starts talking about it again. SHE LOOKED THROUGH MY PHONE?!?! She was talking about my texts with my friend about it. I was so mad! Lesson learned, when speaking about something private, speak Spanish).

I'm still friends with that girl but i never told her how bad it hurt. If i do she might leave. Oh well its fine ig.

Link to the video: https://www.tiktok.com/@maskedyt1234/video/7272823142530190634?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7292529370877478430

#gay #lesbian #bi #lgbtq #trans #transgender #queer #coming out #lgbtqia #lgbt #lgbtq community #lgbt pride #lgbt nsft

[halinlangan]

A birthday letter

dont know how to write a perfect introduction to a long ass birthday post so let me throw in a not-so-fun fan theory, did you know that 27 of Fall Out Boy is a reference to the 27 Club (artists who died at age 27)? I jokingly claimed 27 as my song last year not knowing that my whole 27th year existence will make me consider suicide more often than I can ever imagine. If I am able to post this, (I really hope that it is the case), please be continue reading because you might be able to pick up something that will help you save a life. Hehe, The Fray.

My 27th started with a heartbreak and it was so cliche in movies that I failed to process what I really felt. I've cried a lifetime's worth of tears from everything that has happened after that day and I am still crying as I write this, whatever this is. I'm depressed and bipolar (diagnosed) and I am not sharing that because I want you to pity me or take my side, it is just what I am... or atleast what I am now.

So, how did a depressed, heartbroken woman spent her 27th year? Struggling. While most of the people in my age group write success stories, wedding vows, and wins, I am stuck begging for something good to happen, something to look forward just to extend my life. I spent most of my time looking and learning (stalking) potential triggers, trying to assure myself that every horrible feeling that I've felt was not horrible enough to throw in the towel, seeking validation from people, and making myself smaller and smaller so people won't leave me because I'm so small now that crumbs of love, respect, and basic human decency feels like a gift.

I will not tell you how sad it is to live a life where you feel like you're replaceable and worthless, instead I will tell you how I tried to cope up with it. I became a people pleaser, and yes, I know that word even before taylor's song haha. Money, time, energy, everything that I can give I let go as if I don't need it, even though most of the time it leaves me empty. When it is not enough, I gaslight myself that I am okay with whatever. "I'm not a ghost, people are just busy. I'm not ugly, it is just easier to compliment other people. It is not because they don't care when you sad post or hint about committing suicide, they probably think that it was just your type of humor. It is just microcheating. It is just cheating, atleast he is still with you." If you make it a drinking game and take a shot for every time I try to gaslight myself, you'll be either alcoholic or dead. Just like if you make how many times I think about jumping or od-ing my way out of this miserable life, a drinking game you're probably rolling on the floor now. "Si OA" you might think but to give you an idea how bad it is I told my boss that I can't go to work because all I can think of that day is jumping. I don't get sick that often so if I said that I'm too sick to do something I'm probably lying and is just suicidal. I've been like this so often that in silence I can hear it. To be honest, I want to stop writing this now and just do it but writing this is how I cope. I write a lot of shitty notes on my phone. Incoherent stuff just like this. I tried to learn spanish, to paint again, to travel, to go to concerts, to listen to good music, to be healthy, to be pretty, to be smart, to be good, to be dependable, to be whatever and whoever it is that people need. I tried my very best to be the best friend but you still dont see me hanging out that often. I tried to be the best girlfriend but I got cheated on and lied to, not once, but god know how many times now. I tried to be a good person but I am still being demonized by people who know nothing about me. If being mean and nonchalant became the trend, I swear I was sleeping in my tiny room completely clueless.

Anyway, I'm starting to dissociate and as much as I want to write more, there is really nothing more to talk about. I just want to tell you that the best way to save a life is to be honest. People will know if you're just making an excuse, if you're lying, if you are just making something up and they are not dumb if they chose to believe you anyway. Anxious people observes more, listens better, and see much more than what you are trying to show and tell them. We know. We know how unwanted we are, we know that you don't prioritize us and we definitely know when you are taking us for granted. We know and we still gaslight ourselves just to soften up the blow. At some point being good and understanding becomes too much that we start to pity ourselves. At some point, it will drive us mad. and then, what?

Happy 28th birthday to me. I'm not really happy but I'll take birthday greetings as a win because who knows when it will be condolences and good byes.

#suicide