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mssainz · 8 days

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PART 8 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: None

"On Sunday? You're bringing him to the paddock? Are you sure about that, Carlos? The media will definitely hunt you."

"Yes, Papa, I'll take him to the paddock. I don't care if they're going to hunt me or something. I promised to bring him. And I'm more concerned about that than the nosy media."

"If my baby wants it, he'll get it. Let them talk. I don't care. Maybe it will be easier to give them a bit of a surprise announcement. Some spice."

“You’re okay with it, but is YN okay with it? I mean, you're in the public eye, that's why it's easier for you to say that. But have you considered her? She's also little Sainz’s parent.”

"Fortunately, Papa, we're on the same page. We barely care about what they're going to say. She admits being concerned and worried about bringing Cael into the paddock. But she also said that the public will know anyway. One way or another, it will be out. Better deal with it cleanly by announcing it ourselves.”

“But don't worry, Papa. I'll take care of them. Touch my family and I'll break their carpal bones.”

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“Papa!” Cael said as Carlos entered the door. He was wearing a matching outfit with his father.

“Hey buddy! Are you ready?” Carlos asked his son. Cael gave him a nod in return.

“Where's Mama?” As soon as Carlos asked, he found you walking downstairs in a flaring white outfit and a red cap which left him in awe. Your presence has a huge impact on Carlos, it always will.

“You look pretty, Mama!” Cael cheerfully said as he saw you.

“Thank you! And you are so guapo, my love,” you replied, lifting him up and kissing him.

“What are you looking at?” you asked Carlos, who had been staring at you since you came down.

“Nothing,” Carlos said, maintaining his composure. “Okay, then. Let's go,” you replied.

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You three arrived at the paddock. Cameras immediately followed you three as you opened the car door. Everybody was surprised by your presence, it's been a while since you and Carlos were seen together arriving at the paddock. They were even more intrigued with Carlos holding a child’s hand.

Carlos Sr., who was there at the garage first, welcomed you and Cael halfway.

“Baby, look at Grandpa there,” Carlos said to Cael, pointing at his father who was also nearing them.

“Finally, mi bebe!” his father says, ready to welcome Cael in his arms. Cael, meeting his grandfather for the first time, was still hesitant to come to him. He looked at you and you signaled him to go to his grandfather. He slowly approached Carlos Sr and hugged him. He shyly smiled at his grandpa.

“You look exactly like your father, Cael,” he exclaimed, before kissing his cheeks and ruffling his hair. Cael then goes back to Carlos and holds his hand. “He is still shy, Papa,” Carlos said, making his father chuckle. They then walked to the garage, leaving you with Carlos Sr.

“Hija, I’m happy to see you again,” Carlos Sr. greeted you with a warm hug.

“Me too, Carlos. It’s been a while,” You said. The hug was getting you emotional. You are close with Carlos’ family and your divorce distanced them which was very difficult and painful for you.

“Carlos? It’s Papa for you, hmm?” you chuckled at his response. You offered another hug.

“It will always be Papa for you, okay?” he said, patting your head. You admit that when you and Carlos were together, he became not only an in-law but an actual father figure for you. It is a really huge thing for you as you have daddy issues. He made you feel loved as a daughter, as a child. He wiped your tears and both of you walked towards the garage. There you saw Cael in Carlos' lap inside his Formula 1 car. When your boys saw you, they immediately smiled at you. Everybody at the garage was happy you’re back. They gave you warm hugs and a welcome. The paddock gave you a familiar safe place, surrounded by nice people.

Even though Cael wanted to go to another team’s garage, including those of his godfather’s, you refrain him from wandering around. You felt comfortable at the garage but you were also cautious about your surroundings. There were a lot of lenses roaming around, eyes looking at you and Cael. Luckily, immediately after the drivers knew you were at the paddock, they went to you and greeted you and Cael. This includes Max, Danny, Charles, and Lewis.

Where the heck is Lando? The race is about to start and I don’t see his silhouette anywhere.

"Be careful, Carlos. Don't come back injured," you warned him, maintaining your composure despite the nervousness churning inside as you watched him prepare for his race. Despite your tumultuous history, deep inside you care for him as the father of your child.

"Or you'll break more of my bones yourself," Carlos responded, eliciting a chuckle from you.

"Don't worry, I have my son and a beautiful woman to return to. I won't crash into any walls or hit someone's rear end," he assured you.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, rolling your eyes at him. "I'll come back with not even a strand of hair out of place," Carlos promised, smiling at you before putting his helmet on.

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You two were lying on your bed preparing for sleep, Carlos asked, "Why do you always say you'll break more of my bones if I come back injured?" You often issued this warning before each race.

"To scare you? It's a reminder for you to be careful and not to risk injuring yourself for the sake of the podium," you explained.

"Even though I'm a licensed emergency doctor, I have limitations, Carlos. If an accident were to occur on the track, the rules prohibit me from helping you, even though I'm capable, because you're my husband."

"It will be torture if that happens. So, don't mess up on the track, okay?"

"Don't worry. I'll return to you in one piece, without even a strand of hair out of place," he reassured you.

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You put earmuffs on Cael and both of you, together with Carlos Sr. and Ollie Bearman, watched his father’s race. Ollie was occasionally playing and teasing Cael beside him. You were just praying for every driver to come back in one piece, especially Carlos. This is the disadvantage of having someone on the grid, you were always on the edge of your chair, instead of calmly watching the race.

Cameras were occasionally pointing at you and you just awkwardly smiled at the camera. The race went well, Carlos got P1, Charles on P2 and Lando on P3. Carlos went back to the garage, and Cael ran to him. He lifted Cael immediately as he saw him.

"PAPA, YOU WON!" Cael exclaimed happily to his father. "Yes baby, P1," Carlos responded. Unknown to Cael, Carlos had pushed hard not for the sake of winning, but to park quickly and be with him and his mother. He wanted to spend every minute with them while they were still on vacation. If there's one thing he learned from your relationship, it's that time is valuable and should be spent with loved ones before they are gone.

He then embraced his father and approached you. You immediately gave him your closed fist. Not to punch him obviously, you awkwardly gave him a fist bump so he wouldn't hug you.

“Congratulations, you did great out there!” You said, eliciting a smile from him.

No need for a hug, I’m good Carlos.

Lando and Charles from afar were looking at you two, disgusted, thinking that you two looked like teenagers who just met at the cafeteria, like a guy who just admitted he likes a girl based on how awkward you two looked.

“That’s how he would get her?” Lando asked, putting on his most disgusted face.

“Don’t ask me,” Charles whispered.

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Carlos' Instagram Post

My lucky charms

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#f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #formula one x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz #f1 imagines #afterfiveyears

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edithcmaldonado · 2 years

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Para Una Quinceañera

Se que este es un día muy especial para ti, no solo porque cumples un año mas, sino porque también supone un cambio de etapa. Por ello en primer lugar quiero felicitarte y desearte lo mejor, que Dios bendiga tu vida y te guíe siempre. Ahora quiero darte 3 consejos que te ayudaran en tu nueva etapa, serán de una joven, hija a otra joven hija. 1. Nunca te olvides de Dios, no te apartes de Él,…

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#consejos #De una Hija #Papa y Mama #quinceañera

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adriennebarnes · 1 month

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Hello! I don't know if you accept requests but Henry eating for the first time esquites/chaskas/elote in a glass, whatever they tell him in your country because in mine they are called chaskas 😭😭

In Mexico, it’s esquites if it’s in a cup and of course elote if it’s on the cob. I do accept requests! Helps with la falta de imaginación

Something New

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Henry meets Y/N’s parents for the first time and tries traditional Mexican food.

Warning: no translated Spanish, spelling and grammatical errors,

A/N: Im gonna input my childhood, obviously.

Y/N was making lunch her and Henry when she got a phone call.

“Bueno?” Y/N asked, adding pasta into the boiling water.

“Hola hija! Cómo estás?” Her mom asked on the other line. Y/N walks away from the stove.

“Mami, estoy bien, y tú? Por qué me estás llamando?” Y/N asked, walking to the living room and swatted Henry’s shoulder, he looked back confused.

“Estoy bien, hija, gracias por preguntar.” Y/N put her mom on speaker. “Como pascua es este domingo, quiero que vengas con tu noviecito, han estado saliendo por un rato y no le hemos conocido ni nada.” Y/N’s mom said and Y/N’s eyes widened, now Henry was concerned, he might not know a lot of Spanish, but he could tell by his girlfriend’s face, this wasn’t the best news.

“Si mami, claro que voy con mi novio, de verdad quiero que se conozcan.” Y/N said.

“Que bueno, Los veo mañana, chao.” Her mom hung up and Y/N facepalmed her forehead.

“I understood about 20% of that, what’s going on?” Henry asked.

“Fortachón, you’ve got your wish, You’re meeting my parents tomorrow.” Y/N said and Henry’s eyes look,Ike they’re going to pop out of his head.

“Tomorrow? I am not prepared!” Henry exclaimed.

“Well tomorrow is Easter and my mom wants to meet you so…yeah. Knowing her, we’ll have a lot of tias and tíos, some primos already have kids so get ready for Superman questions, fortachón.” Y/N said, patting his shoulder before going back to the kitchen.

Now it was Easter, Henry and Y/N were at her mom’s door, Henry carrying the Mexican rice Y/N made. Y/N rang the doorbell again, the door opened and she was greeted by her cousin Ignacio.

“Nacho! Cómo estás?” Y/N hugged her cousin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Estoy bien prima, Miguelito esta jugando allá fuera. Pásale, pásale, nice to meet you Henry.” Nacho said, shaking Henry’s free hand, leading them through the house and into the backyard. “Put the rice on the table, mi papá ya está preparando los elotes.”

“Ooh, i haven’t had elotes in a while.” Y/N said.

“What’s elote?” Henry asked.

“You haven’t been making Your gringo any Mexican food? What kind of girlfriend are you?” Nacho said and Y/N swatted his arm.

“I make him Mexican food…he likes tacos, bistec empanado con sopita, quesadillas de papa.” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, hermano, You’re going to eat really well here.” Nacho puts his arm around Henry’s shoulder as best as he could since Henry is obviously taller than him. Y/N says hello to everyone, introducing them to Henry.

“Okay, primer elote está listo, quien lo quiere?” Nacho’s dad, Hernando, asked. Nacho quickly got up for the elote.

“Okay so elote is corn topped with mayonnaise, cheese, and chili power. It’s really good (I haven’t eaten in, I don’t like corn), you’ll like it.” Y/N said. Henry was sat at the table while Y/N made him a plate of food. “I served you sopes which is tortilla topped with refried black beans, queso cotija, and lettuce because the salas is probably too spicy for you, your elote, a tostado which is the same as a sope but it’s a crunchy tortilla, and tostadas de pulpo because they’re my favorite.”

Henry looked at the plate in front of him. “This is a lot of food, love.”

“Yes but think of it this way, if you don’t like it, I’ll eat it, and very happily too.” Y/N said, kissing him. Henry took a bite of the octopus tostada.

“This is really good.” Henry finished that tostada, moved on to the regular tostada, then the sope, adding a bit of salsa. Then to the elote, best for last. He took a bite, some corn falling off the cob, mayonnaise on the corner of his mouth along with pieces of queso cotija and chili powder. “I think elotes might be my favorite, it’s delicious, muchas gracias, Hernando.”

“No es nada, güerito.” Hernando said, making another 2 elotes for Henry to eat.

“I take it this means I have to make more Mexican food in the house?” Y/N asks.

“Oh absolutely, I’m going to have to work out even more to burn off these calories.” Henry said, kissing Y/N with his mouth tasting like elote.

The End

I know it’s short but I hope you like it! Feel free to request more ideas

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction #mexican

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razertail18 · 1 month

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Miguel O'hara and daughter! Reader

I dunno why, but I'm an absolute sucker for Miguel O'hara and daughter!reader(its platonic, I can't stand incest)

My head just thinks of all the possible angst it has. One of these days, I'll finally be able to find the time to write other fics and this one in a proper way and just a rough idea!

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You always love your papa, Miguel O'hara, but it's painfully obvious how he has been lacking recently. Well... As recently as the past few years.

Ever since the start of high school, Miguel has been absent in some events of your life.

It started when he would be late from picking you up from school, you would stay up late just to wait for him to come home, forgetting your traditional daddy-daughter sunday bonding time.

You didn't mind it at first until he stopped taking you out to celebrate your achievements, more specifically, every time you won a medal or got first place into any academic competition(specifically math and science).

Yup... You were a genius like your papa but he didn't send you to any gifted schools. He thought you deserved a normal childhood.

It was back in grade 9 where you won in an international math competition and won a gold medal... Like... Shock! Biggest achievement yet.

You already called Miguel about it and you just straight lied to him that all you got was a participation award. You were planning on surprising him, you take pride in the fact that you are just like your papa.

You went home with a medal in your hand and a bunch of empanadas on your other.

You wait.

And wait..

Oh, look at that it's 12:00 am. You could always skip school the next day...or technically today.

4 am and no calls... Is he... Okay?

And then Lyla pops up

"Oh, Lyla? Did papa have another all nighter at Alchemax?"

"Look, kid... I'll be honest with you... Miguel... He won't come back for a while."

"What?! Why? But... He said that he'll be here, besides, we always celebrate after I-"

"Y/N. I'm sorry, really, I am. And I'm sure your father does too."

You don't know why but you swore the way she gritted her teeth. Is that possible for holographic AI?

"Anyway, congrats, kid. I know it's just a participation award but, heck, you were against international kids. The best of the best. I mean, competing against hundreds of students in more than 20 countries. That's wild-"

"It's actually gold.

"What?"

"Won first place... I... I just wanna surprise, papa... But, um, thanks anyway..."

After that, it just got worse month after month, year after year. You are used to being alone now. Sometimes Tio Gabriel is there to take care of you. Lyla helps you to keep yourself sane.

While Miguel might still live at your house, it doesn't feel like it.

"I'm busy right now, hija."

"I'm sorry, biscotcho... Maybe some other time."

"Y/N, please! I am tired, I just need some peace at the moment."

Excuse after excuse. That's all you get.

There are the occasional times he did spend time with you that you both enjoy

But it got butchered when you were 15.

He was just gone. For months.

Tio Gabriel had to move in with you.

"Mig- Your papa is just busy. He's, um-"

"I get it... He's busy. What's new?"

Gabriel could see just how you were struggling to keep it together. He knows how close you and Miguel used to be.

Gabriel was debating on whether he should tell you that it was because Miguel had an accident that made him half-spider, half-human.

That Miguel became Spider-Man, a figure you slowly idolized and internally wished he'd be your father instead(Ironic, I know), that's why he's late.

That Miguel is out there saving the multi verse.

That Miguel does love you.

Granted, Gabriel didn't know that Miguel ditched you and him to live happily in another universe where he doesn't bear the burden of being Spider-Man.

After months, Miguel came back. You didn't recognize him at first.

His hair is unkept, dark circles under his eyes, more agitated, he's depressed. It's Miguel alright but a shell of your father.

It was one night where you found out the truth when a strange portal appeared and a few...Spider-Man or Spider-Men? Women? Cat? Spider-People.

Along with them is the Spider-Man you were familiar with. There's that skull shaped spider in his costume.

You were trying to get a closer look and caught them on camera. You didn't expect them that your Spider-Man would reveal his face

"P-Papa?"

After that you started digging deeper, snooping around Miguel's things and researching about Spider-Man in general.

You were fangirling at first until you realize that's the whole reason why he had always been so absent

You were furious. You don't know whether to shout, cry, punch, wail, or anything to let your bottled up emotions out

You hated him.

He left you to save other people. He abandoned you to be a superhero. And he didn't tell you! He lied to you.

Did Lyla knew? Of course she does. And tio Gabriel, he might as well have.

Would he really abandon his child to just play the hero...

You wanna tell him.

You were already walking down Miguel's office until you heard him talk about some anomalies and how these villains keep taking up his time.

"I shocking swear, Miguel, you get to see these villains more than you get to see your own daughter!"

"Several universes depends on it! You think I have enjoyed doing this for the past several years, Gab?!"

So the villains get more attention than you, huh?

Maybe it's time to have that so-called 'Bad girl era' that almost every teen goes through. But how...

You huffed as you landed on your bed filled with Spider-Man comics from the Golden Hero era as part of your research. And then you saw a particular villain in one of the pages.

"I'm a genius, right?... How hard could it be to pull off Doc Oct's metal arms... Besides... Nueva York still hasn't had a version of him. It's about time for one."

You immediately got to work. You had experience when it comes to robotics and tech, thanks to Miguel since he introduced you to it.

Miguel and Gabriel thought of nothing about it when you requested several metal parts and wires. It was not uncommon for you to mess around making robots.

The other materials that will gather suspicion, you have to buy it yourself or steal it.

You did feel bad for stealing but you love that adrenaline rush in your blood as you almost got caught and ran away scot free.

You made some changes to the original idea of Doc Oct's metal limbs. You read something about an inhibitor chip and there's no way you are implanting a chip in your body.

So you have to work your way around it. There's also something about an A.I., a huge no for you since you learned the hard way that you are still beyond mastering it.

So you just went with the voice command and controlling it manually.

At first you only have two limbs and the other pair was only used after you got the handle of it.

"Soooo... What crime should I do first... I don't exactly wanna hurt people. I just wanna fight pap- I mean, Spider-Man but how..."

You walk through the city carrying that heavy ass backpack containing the metal arms while looking where to cause crime.

Then you saw how a bunch of the policemen were abusing their power...again. And you look back at the police that was parked just near you.

"Hello there..."

It took Miguel by surprise when he saw a clip sent by Lyla about some weird Doc Oct wannabe making a ruckus in Nueva York about...destroying police cars and the police department? Odd.

Nonetheless, Miguel is pissed and was forced to fight the new villain any way whom he had found to be annoying.

"What in the shock are you achieving in destroying cars, Doc Oct?"

"Ummm, don't you think Doc Quad fits better... I only have, like, 4 metal limbs. But it makes me sound like a body builder.

It was strange how much you enjoyed causing mayhem or was it because Miguel's focus is on you. Regardless, your 'villainy' continued on for months.

You never hurt innocent people. More like an inconvenience to everyone in the city and just being a stupid teen who thinks there being bad but cool.

Of course, Miguel hated you. You were there being a distraction to his responsibility of keeping the multi verse in tact.

Strangely enough if there were any anomalies in Nueva York, you were the one to fight them off and the Spider-People sometimes just needed to pick them up to send them back home.

And as time goes on, you actually manage to strike a peaceful conversation with Miguel and some of the other Spider-People like Peter B. And Gwen(if they were around Nueva York) if you weren't feeling like being a menace.

"I'm just saying, Miguel. Your Doc Oct could be a great member in HQ. Just think about it." Gwen is trying to convince Miguel, she sort of made a weird friendship with you.

"She's practically harmless." Peter added.

"Uhuh. I think flooding the streets of Nueva York, releasing several animals free in pounds, painting government halls in rainbows, cleaning the river while tossing the thrash back in front of company's headquarters, and destroying police property is pretty harmless.

"Sounds more like an angst teen to me. At least, she never tried killing you." Peter joked.

He did give it some thought. Maybe you are a teen behind that black mask and shades you always wear but he couldn't really know.

Except for one particular event.

It was your sixteenth birthday. Miguel promised to make it special for you since you never got the quinceañera he promised you before.

You didn't really care you just wanted the whole day with him.

You didn't go to school that day only spending the day with Miguel.

This was it. Your prayers have finally been answered and then- oops...

Miguel left you in a diner while taking lunch to 'go buy something' and he didn't return.

Everything is turning out so well. A bed in breakfast, giving you tons of hugs and kisses from your papa, letting you pick out a new dress, and watching that new monster movie you've been waiting for about some overgrown lizard.

You knew he had been called to his 'job'. That is more important than you. Than his own daughter.

You left the dinner as you ran back to your home. You don't wanna cry. Not this time. Your heart is burning with all the rage and pain of his neglect over the years.

When Gabriel saw your tear-stained face, he already knew what happened.

He was ready to hear you breaking down in your room but he didn't expect to see your bedroom walls breaking down with tentacle claws visible through the smoke and rubble.

"Y-Y/N?" Gabriel didn't wanna believe it. But he saw you put on that mask and the shades that Doc Oct always wears.

You refused to listen to anybody as you thrashed everything that comes in your way. And you went directly to the electricity company and turned the lights illuminating the city night off.

You thrashed the broadcast and signal of the city (a/n: how do you even describe that)

No electricity, no signals, everything is off. You hoped that the HQ Miguel is in is affected as well.

You got bored as you ruined the streets, letting your anger out in the destruction you havoc.

Now...where was that HQ located? You swore you saw it in your father's plans.

Okay. Plan B.

Time to pay a visit to your papa's office.

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A/N: might continue it as an actual proper fic but I really wanna write the reader as a villain. I know it's such a mess but way too sleep deprived but I might continue it later

#atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #platonic relationships #platonic #angst #hurt/comfort

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holygrailimagines · 1 year

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Coach’s Daughter

Summary: Reader is a coach’s daughter.

Author’s Note: I gave Diego a random ass number lmao. Also, no hate to no sabo kids. Also, maybe a multipart series?

Your dad was a very valuable man in the football community, especially Mexico. Football and Mexico ran in his veins like crazy. His passion was unlike any other, which is why the Mexican Selection team needed him. Everyone was sure he would guide Mexico into a new season of triumph and success.

Unfortunately for you, that meant you had to leave everything you knew in America and move to Mexico. Sure, you had a lot of love for Mexico. After all, it was quite literally your mother’s and father’s land. But, America was your home, you had been here for two decades. All your friends and family were here, so you weren’t super excited to leave everything behind just so your dad could teach a bunch of men how to play football.

Your father sensed your sadness and decided the best way to make it up to you was to bring you to work with him. Maybe his love and passion would rub off on you and you would finally understand that this was a good thing.

“Hijita, por favor, I don’t want you to be sad anymore.” Your dad begged as he kept his eyes on the road. You sighed, staring out the passenger side window. You two were on your way to the team’s practice.

“I know papa, but you know I don’t even like football.” It was true, you weren’t interested at all. He sighed at your response as he parked the car.

“Okay but, please just be nice to my players. And don’t worry about speaking Spanish, they all understand English.” You nodded as you both exited the car and headed to the trunk. Your father passed you a few orange cones and he slung a mesh bag of dozens of soccer balls behind his back and you both made your way to the open field.

In the distance you saw a group of men and when they noticed your dad, they instantly cheered and ran up to greet him. They hugged him and shook his hand before turning their attention to you. Nothing is as uncomfortable as millions of eyes staring at you, especially when those eyes belong to the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen.

“Amigos, esta es mi hija, (Y/N).” Your father said in Spanish, introducing you.

“Mucho gusto, déjame ayudarte con esos conos.” A man with curly hair and gloves said, reaching out his hand. You noticed the number 13 on his uniform. (translation: nice to meet you, let me help you with those cones)

“Umm. Hello?” You said in an unsure manner, reaching out to shake his hand. If you were being completely honest, your spanish was horrid. You hated to admit it but you were a bit whitewashed. The man looked at you with furrowed eyebrows but smiled a little.

“¿Que, no español?” He chuckled, sending a look towards your father. Your father sighed, as if he was disappointed at your lack of bilingual skills. (What, no spanish?)

“Yes, about that. My daughter has spent all her life in America so please try to speak to her in English,” Your dad announced to the team as he placed both of his hands on your shoulder.

“Hopefully this time in Mexico will do some good for her Spanish, right?” He asked, looking down at you, shaking you slightly as you nodded in agreement. God this was so awkward.

Every football player took turns shaking your hand and greeted you in English. Well almost every football player except number 18. He shook your hand and proudly greeted you in spanish. He was absolutely beautiful. His caramel skin and hazel eyes left you red and flabbergasted.

The whole time you sat on the bench watching the team, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. When practice was over, you said your goodbyes to the team and began walking to the car with your dad.

“¡Espera, tus conos!” You heard a voice yell behind you. Your dad chuckled as number 18 handed you the orange cones you accidentally left behind. (Wait, your cones!)

“Gracias, Dieguito.” Your dad thanked him, Diego smiled at him and then at you. He flashed his perfect teeth, and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Si, gracias,” you said, trying your best not to present your American accent.

He smirked and before jogging back to his teammates he said, “You’re welcome, American girl.”

I literally wrote this in like an hour because I was so desperate for any writing posts with football players. Lord knows how feral this world cup is making me.

#diego lainez #diego lainez x reader #worldcup2022 #seleccion mexicana #diego lainez imagine

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atlasscrumpit · 3 months

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Father Miguel x Reader

You came home from your morning run to see your father was awake.

"Good morning!" You shouted happily.

"Guess what!" You said as he looked at you.

"Y/N, I'm busy. I don't have time for this." He grumbled as your shoulders slumped.

"Can you maybe just..."

"Y/N, we've talked about this plenty of times. You need to not interrupt me while I'm working. Okay? Can you comprehend that?" He asked, talking to you like you were dumb.

"Sorry..." You muttered walking away as he groaned.

"And now I'm a terrible dad aren't I?" He said as you started making breakfast.

"N-No... No I didn't say that." You muttered, trying to stop your hands from shaking.

"Just tell me what you wanted then, you've interrupted me now." He said as you bit your lip.

"It doesn't matter..." You muttered as he groaned and stood up.

"Everytime, Y/N. Just tell me what was so important you had to interrupt me!" He shouted as you looked at him in shock.

"It's fine... Really." You muttered as he glared at you.

"Tell me!" He shouted as you snapped.

"It's my birthday you fucking cunt!" You shouted as he looked at you in shock.

"Fuck... It is, isn't it? But that's no excuse to use that language with me." He grumbled as you threw the cereal box on the ground and ran to your room, slamming the door.

"Oh... Mi hija."

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You came out of your room two hours later to see some cupcakes on the table.

"Papa?" You muttered as Miguel appeared.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as you walked up to him.

"I know I was a mistake... And I know I'm the reason Mom died, but...it still hurts." You muttered as Miguel held your face in his hand.

"I know..." He whispered as you leapt forward and hugged him.

"I know my birthday is the same day she died... I miss her too but...I still want cake and presents like a normal kid." You muttered, doing your best to not cry.

Miguel wrapped you up in a tight hug.

"I know, sweetheart. I've been so selfish in the past and even today. It's not your fault for what happened, mi hija. Let's forget shout it and open some presents, okay?" He said as you pulled away and looked at him.

"You got me some presents?" You muttered as he chuckled and kissed your forehead.

"Yes, I did darling. Now let's open them."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x Reader #Father Miguel

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xchxrryblossomx · 1 year

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My little Angel

Summary: You are your dad Pedro having quality family time together

Warning: None

A/N: In this, you're 15 and your mom died after giving birth to you and it was just you and Pedro together as a happy family, and once again [...] is the translation so sorry cuz I'm using google

You just got home from school and saw your dad. You did what you usually did, you ran up to him and hugged him. "Hola papá", [Hey dad] you smiled. Pedro smiled and said, "Hola cariño, ¿cómo estuvo la escuela?" [Hey sweetie, how was school?] You sighed and Pedor immediately knew it was horrible.

"Qué ha pasado Y/n?", [What happened Y/n] he asked and you frowned. "My stupid math teacher gave us a test I wasn't ready for then people were asking me if I had answers from the homework which I did but I didn't want to give the answers to them". Pedro chuckled and patted your head, "How about we go out and buy some snacks so we can watch a movie to make you feel better". You smiled and nodded "¡Sí, papá, quiero bocadillos y películas!". [Yes dad I want snacks and movies!] He chuckled and you dropped your school bag in your room then you both got in the car.

Once he reached the store you both got out and walked in. You grabbed your favorite snacks and favorite drink while Pedro did the same. Once you both got what you wanted and paid you went to the Redbox outside of the store and looked at the movies. That's when someone noticed you both and took a picture. They then walked up to you both and said, "May I get a picture with you both?". You looked at your dad and he nodded so you said yes the person then took the photo and thanked you and Pedro for letting them take a picture.

The person then started a little conversation and made a joke both you and your dad laughed at then they left to go home you were guessing. After that, you and Pedro picked a movie you walked back to the car and got in. On the drive home you were looking threw Instagram and saw the person post the picture of you and Pedro and the post said, "Look at this adorable family. I'm so glad I got to meet them and take a picture with them. They were so nice and friendly". You smiled and said, "Dad the person who took a photo with us said we were an adorable family and very friendly".

You giggled and Pedro said, "Well he isn't wrong, we're very friendly and adorable". You both then started to laugh. Once you got home you went into your room to change into pajama pants and an oversized shirt. Pedro had some sweats and a red shirt that says "#1 dad". you bought him the shirt for his birthday last year and he wore it like every night. You just remembered that you both usually make a pillow fort so you quickly ran to grab pillows and blankets then you quickly went back to the living room.

He chuckled when he saw all the pillows and blankets you had, "Hija mía, ¿por qué tienes que correr? Podrías tropezar, ten cuidado, por favor." [My daughter why must you run you could trip, be careful please] You giggled, "estare bien papa". [I'll be fine dad] He looked at you, "Yeah until you fall". You giggled, "I won't fall". just as you said that you dropped a pillow and tripped but luckliy your dad caught you before you hit the ground. He started laughing, "You were saying".

You then started laughing, "I mean at least you caught me dad". After he picked up the pillow that fell you both then started building the fort and you put the movie in the DVD player and started it. Pedro smiled and said, "You know when you were 7 we made a fort like this and you always insested on watching a movie or show with me in it. You used to also get so upset if we didn't, it was funny". You smiled, "I know dad I remember, but I always wanted to watch the same show or movie over and over again".

"Those are some of my favorite memories". Pedro smiled, "Yep, those are some of my favorite memories too". You both then started watching the movie eating snacks and drinking your drinks. You fell asleep halfway threw the movie and Pedro paused the movie. He then picked you up carefully and walked to your room moving the blankets on your bed then laying you down. He then pulled the covers over you. "Buenas noches mi hija dulce sueño, te amo". [Good night my daughter sweet dream, I love you]. He kissed your forehead and turned off the light and shut the door half way. He then cleaned up the mess and went to bed.

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I hope you enjoyed have a wonderful day/night ♡

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro pascal x daughter reader #pedro pascal imagine

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luuknowsbetter · 4 months

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𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗞𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝟭 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 (𝗔𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀) 𝗽𝘁.𝟮

Helloo againn, ah jaksja se hacía la gringa vist¿

buee, acá vamo con la parte doss,porque why not? btw if you wanna read this TRANSLATE IT okk?

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Kenshi Takahashi

・hace chistes de ciegos SI.

・se sienta a ver la tele

・si te cruzas con él te dice "uy disculpa loco, no te vi"

・es hincha de independiente

・escucha Tan Bionica PERO LO VA A NEGAR A MUERTE

・trabajaba en el chino con Kung Lao hasta que bue...pasaron cosas

・se hizo amigo de Johnny en el super,al principio se odiaban pero kenshi trabajaba en la caja todo el dia entonce se veían todos los dias

・en navidad/año nuevo lleva el pan dulce, pero el de chocolate pq el otro dice que no le gusta

・"feliz año,por fin terminó este año de mierda" todos los años dice lo mismo

・es chino y se vino para Argentina esperando tener mas oportunidades (terminó trabajando en un chino)

・se pone a hablar con tus tios de anecdotas re interesantes

・él pensó que se trataba de cieguitos

Mileena

・es re turra

・seguro escucha la Joaqui o los wachiturros, una onda asi

・turra orgullosa

・fan de la Joaqui y de la chabona

・si te la cruzas en la calle de noche mejor cruzate de vereda

・vió el video de Maria becerra depilandose con la gillette seguro

・en las juntadas es la primera en ponerse en pedo

・vive en un barrio medio peligroso, pero porq ella es la peligrosa

・siempre la vas a ver tomando algo, birra,fernet,hasta sidra

Kitana

・es re milipili

・usa crocs rosa con plataforma

・escucha Tini, emilia,y marama

・tiene una re pileta en la casa y seguro te invita en verano porque ella es un amor, aunque medio densa

・en verano se va de vacaciones con las amigas a Carlos Paz

・"ay boluda" "amiga" "gorda" "re yo"

・un amor es

・aunque siempre fue re cheta iba a colegio publico

・solo toma vodka o semejantes a bebidas chetas

・vive comprando cosas con la tarjeta del papi (aprovechando que está re muerto-

・alguna vez habrá dicho algo muy cancelable seguro

・ni en pedo te sube a un colectivo

・dice blda cada dos segundos (era yo hajsjas)

・fan del k-pop. seguro te intenta enseñar todas las coreos

・ve series coreanas de Netflix

・en las juntadas lleva hamburguesas pq no le gusta el asado

・tiene un perro comprado

Raiden

・hace un re quilombo con Kung Lao siempre que puede

・"PARATE DE MANOS GIL"

・de nuevo, re denso con el fifa junto con Kung Lao y no se banca perder

・en las jodas baila toda la noche obvio

・en año nuevo se re emociona jaksjak mivi

・en navidad ayuda a poner la mesa y a lavar los platos

・also, es el que se lleva a los nenes afuera para que no vean que ponen los regalos

・cuando va a conocr a tus viejos por primera vez está mas nervioso quel pingo pobrecito

・encima tu viejo dice que es medio boludo kasjka pero le cae bien

・ganó el bingo pero en el truco siempre le rompen el orto

・lleva las papas fritas en las juntadas

・seguro escucha Árbol o cruzando el charco, una banda asi bien verga pero él es el unico q escucha eso (eso si, laberguiso ni en pedo te escucha, escucha musica de mierd pero no es pelotudo)

・siempre lo ponen de niñero por algun motivo

・es re tierno pero es medio boludo, igual es un amor el pibe

Sindel

・fan de karina la princesita

・es una emperatriz asi que obvio que es re cheta

・siempre está trabajando y no le da bola a las hijas, pero igual es buena madre

・se va de vacaciones a mar del plata o un lugar por el estilo

・se deja las canas pero le quedan re bien,,

・en navidad es la típica tia que jode a todos para q bailen con ella (medio chupada ta)

・los amigos de las hijas le dicen milf

・ella no sabe que carajos es eso

・toma vino. pero vino solo, ni en pedo lo corta con nada, y encima lo toma en copa o en un vaso re cheto

・pregunta como se pone netflix en el tele siendo que el control tiene el botón de acceso directo jaksjaks que reina

・como que intenta adaptarse a la onda de ahora, tipo tini, emilia, etc. pero le sale mal y termina siendo como marge en ese capitulo de los simpsons

・igual ella acepta su edad, no como los pelotudos que son pendeviejos, hijos de put-

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buenasss, jaksj espero q les haya gustado

voten y comenten si less gustó <3

also, una fotito de enzo porque soy simp por este Uruguayo lindo

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #mk x reader #mk1 2023 #mk1 kitana #kitana #kitana mk #mileena #sindel #kenshi takahashi #mortal kombat kenshi #raiden #raiden mk1

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senig-fandom · 2 months

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Nos cuentas una historia random que se te venga a la cabeza sobre Sur?

Mmm...a ver si les gusta esta

Sur se encuentra descansando en un parque, hasta que una niña pequeña se le acerca y le pregunta si la ayuda a buscar a su papá.

Sur le dice que si, y le sostiene la mano con total tranquilidad. Ambos caminan por el lugar, Sur le pregunta iba a cada persona que veía sobre la niña, pero las personas lo miran raro y le responden de manera negativa.

No fue hasta que a lo lejos vio a un hombre repartiendo unos papeles, la niña lo suelta y corre hacia el hombre que traía una mirada triste y desesperada.

La niña intenta llamar su atención, pero no logra verla, Sur se da cuenta y su miedo aumento, haciendo uso ya de su poder para ver espíritus, sus pupilas se vuelven doradas y allí la ve.

Como el cuerpo de la niña estaba masacrada, ya no era tan dulce como la veía al inicio, su cuerpo mutilado y sangre por su ropa. Sur se acerca al hombre, este le entrega una hoja y si, era una foto de la niña, sus agarra a la niña nuevamente.

-Mi papa ya no me quiere- pregunto la niña

-No, el te ama mucho...mira-Sur le muestra la hoja a la niña y la monstruosidad que veía Sur cambio a un alma anaranjada, la niña se dio cuenta que ya era un angelito, y que por eso su padre no la veía.

Sur consuela el alma de la niña, la abraza y consuela a la pequeña diciéndole que ella aun tiene una ultima voluntad y que el haría a su padre feliz.

-Dime, recuerdas la ultima vez que te perdiste?

La niña asintió, y lleva a Sur hasta un basurero cubierto de plantas, Sur luego la deja a manos de la Catrina que espero el momento para aparecer, la niña es llevada por ella y Sur se encarga del bulto que estaba por el area.

Allí, en su dolor encontró el cuerpo de la niña, y llamaría a las autoridades.

El padre lloraba pero le agradecía a Sur por encontrar a su hija, despues se entero de como desapareció.

Al conocer la historia, Sur fue a cazar a una bruja que se fue a otro pais.

#countryhumans #countryhumans méxico #senig063 #countryhumansméxico #countryhuamns méxico sur #senig

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anartisticdreamer0 · 6 months

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(this will be a complete liveblog of what’s happening on elq’s pov)

HE WENT DOWN THE ELEVATOR AND THERES A WHOLE FACILITY.

he’s walking down a hallway with creepy music playing- it stopped. this is a long hallway. no music tho.

this is a ridiculously long hallway wtf. oh we get music again.

oh a room. is there a door? he disconnected? i heard a discord sound effect- OH HES TALKING.

(roier killed cellbit kekw)

he’s talking about how interesting despite how long he’s spent in purgatory he’s never seen such hypocrisy and sin. and that purgatory has done that on purpose that it has brought out the worst in people.

HES DYING OF THIRST HAHAHAHA HE HAD TO ASK THE ADMINS FOR WATER NO MAMES.

haha to make the drink “cool” he said these are the tears of god. he sounds a lot like the eyeball watcher thing.

we’re back to walking down long creepy hallways- oo stairs.

THE FUCKING EGGS. YOU MONSTER. ALL THE BABIES ARE HERE. he’s seeing if he knows all the babies. he doesn’t really remember their names but he knows who their parents are. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO POMME. he said no one loves pomme.

HES SAYING THE EGGS WERE ABANDONED THATS NOT TRUE YOU PRICK. pomme you amazing girl. she has complete faith in her parents, in etoiles, that they love her. ELQ YOU BITCH. the eggs still have signs btw. “stop talking about my dad” love you ramon. TALLULAHHHH MY BABY. why does he keep calling the daughters “hijo” bro wtf hija dude hija. lullah responded in spanish how interesting. she knows elq isn’t q WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST SAID SHES GONNA DIE.

there were mob sound effects of something dying. and weirdly enough those sounds lined up with a mob phil is attacking on the surface. interesting.

elq said all the parents are hypocrites and they will kill the other eggs to save their own kid. and how all the parents are not good people. chayanne is the only name he remembered immediately how weird.

poor leo. he didn’t even remember anything about her. “leo culero” love ya leo. richas our beloved. he wants to tell richas something and wants his full attention while saying it.

“there’s no big disturbance to the peace than a group of people who want to know something they shouldn’t” i believe that’s what he said. my spanish is not perfect.

he tells the eggs to stop hoping their parents will come get them, but that it’s up to them. that it’s nice to have faith. and that if they want to give a last message to their parents he might pass it on.

“BRASIL C-“ there was more but i wasn’t able to write it. it was richas tho

“mata es culero por mi” - leo

“my das will always better than you” - chayanne

“Give him hell Dad Fit.” - ramon

“Papa phil forgive me for not a bittersweet goodbye. Papi Wilbur. I miss you endlessly and I know we will reunite <3 ily” - tallulah

“quinta vez que me secuestran y aun asi esto es tan aburrido y sozo” - dapper

“I trust them. I believe in them. I love them. I miss them. And you. Don’t you dare hurt any of my siblings.” - pomme

he then says he has no further plans for them and that all of their parents are savages and they’re about to have a huge fight. i heard a sign get placed but elq didn’t check it out. at dapper’s he laughed remembering the time he captured him.

(why the hell did fit say they broke the geneva convention??)

elq asks something(?) if there’s anything more and to tell him then. nothing responds.

THE EYE SAYS ONLY THE LEADERS WILL FIGHT. 1v1 pvp. nothing off the table.

after the announcement elq’s stream ends.

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp purgatory

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gaviymarcsbride · 1 year

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Hi! Me topé con tu cuenta and I loved the lil Gavi shot. Saw you're Venezuelan. Yo también lo soy🇻🇪🤟 I have thought about this and it gives me all kind of emotions, could you do a Gavi one shot where reader, his gf, is Venezuelan so, sometimes she goes and says stuff like: Ladilla, c-ño, pana and the things we say all the time, including with the accent we have (que no sea maracucho plis), and basically how Gavi is loco for her y su léxico? Maybe, he picks n says some things too? Plis, thanks

A/N: I screamed out of happiness when I read this request because yes. I tried so discúlpame if you didn't like it. And yes, no fucking way was I gonna use a maracucho accent I love them but also hate them with a passion.

And my English speaking audience: sorry for the horrible translations

"Coño!" (Fuck!) You exclaimed after accidentally touching the hot pan. "Gavi, me traes esa vaina que esta ahi" (Gavi can you bring me that thing over there) you said signaling with your head to the beef you just finished preparing for the arepas you were trying to make.

And let's just say, you wish your grandma was here in this exact moment.

"Recuerdame que significa vaina otra vez mi amor?"(Remind me what vaina means again, my love? He faked ignorance as if he didn't google a bunch of venezuelan words to appease you and your family.

Gavi snickered. He loved it when your venezuelan slang randomly came out, like you couldn't control. It always made his day.

"Pablo no tengo tiempo para esto, mi familia nos viene a visitar, así que necesito que todo este en order o-" (Pablo i don't have the time for this, my family is coming to visit, and I need everything to be in order or-) he cut you off with a kiss, like he always did to get you calm down, these family reunions always stresses you out, but he was here through all of it.

He turned the stove off and flipped the arepas to make sure they didnt burn before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Cielo, y si te tomas un descanso y esperamos que llegue tu mama a ayudarte con la comida porque necesito todo la energía posible para soportar la ladilla de tu hermano y tu papa" (Sky, what if you take a break and we wait for your mom to help out with the food because I'm gonna need all the energy I can get to get through an evening with your brother and your dad)

Now it was your turn to snicker. Being raised as a Real Madrid fan came to many arguments as to which team was better, especially from your die-hard fan dad. "Lo se, todavía recuerdo la cara que puso cuando se entero que salía con un jugador del barça"(I know, i can still remember his face when he found out i'm dating a barça player) you both laughed at the face you made when you said barça.

"Bueno, que voy hacer si su hija es burda de buena" (well what can I do when his daughter is hella hot) he said inching his face towards you to leave a passionate kiss on your lips.

Until you were interrupted by the doorbell. Of course you both thought.

You were met by your family and surprisingly Pedri, that came to drop off something Pablo forgot in his car, but as soon as you mentioned the Arepas you were making he couldn't help but join in.

The rest of the evening was spent making jokes, your brother and dad teasing the number 6 just as you predicted, and with Gavi showing his new vocabulary to impress your parents.

#pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi fluff #Alewrites #venezuelan reader

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notasfilosoficas · 1 year

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“Sólo cuando puedas soportar serenamente el desafío de despreciarte a ti mismo serás para Jesús el más grato de los refugios”

Teresa de Lisieux

Teresa del Niño Jesús y de la Santa Faz o simplemente Santa Teresita, fue una religiosa carmelita descalza francesa, nacida en Alenzón, Normandia en enero de 1873. Declarada santa en 1925 y proclamada doctora De la Iglesia por el papa Juan Pablo II en 1997.

Fue hija de Luis Martin y de Marian Celia Guérin, (ambos canonizados en 2015). Los cuales concibieron 9 hijos cuatro de los cuales murieron a corta edad. Sus sobrevivientes, todas niñas, llevaron una vida rodeada de virtudes y santidad, visitaban enfermos, hacia obras de caridad, rezaban diariamente el rosario y acudían a misa cada dia a las 5:30 de la mañana. Los padres fueron considerados un modelo de santidad.

Cuando Teresa tenía 4 años, su madre Celia muere de cáncer de mama en agosto de 1877 y su padre y hermanas se trasladan a la ciudad de Lisieux, en donde residía la familia de su esposa, quienes habían prometido a Celia cuidar de sus hijas.

Su vida en el colegio es difícil a pesar de ser una niña tranquila y pacífica, llora por que no se atreve a quejarse del maltrato de sus compañeras mayores, y durante esta época encuentra refugio en la lectura, y comienza a sentir una gran admiración por Juana de Arco.

En octubre de 1882, su hermana Paulina ingresa en el Carmelo de Lisieux bajo el nombre de Sor Ines de Jesús, lo que representó para Teresa una segunda perdida de una madre, su salud empieza a cambiar de manera extraña, y se le diagnostica una reacción a una frustración emocional con un ataque neurótico.

Varias veces al dia Teresa sufre de temblores nerviosos y ataques de terror, y durante meses sufrió de dolores de cabeza y alucinaciones.

En 1886, su hermana mayor Maria ingresa también a la orden en el Carmelo de Lisieux lo que la hace recaer en depresión. Teresa pide a sus hermanos que murieron aun muy pequeños que intercedan por su alma operando en ella un cambio significativo.

En la navidad de 1886, Teresa experimenta una gran conversión, argumentando haberse hecho fuerte, valiente y olvidada de si misma, y como ella misma escribiría; “Sentí, en una palabra, que la caridad entraba en mi corazón, la necesidad de que me olvide de buscar agradar, y desde entonces yo fui feliz."

En abril de 1888, Teresa ingresa a la edad de 15 años en el monasterio de las carmelitas descalzas de Lisieux, comenzando así su postulado.

En 1890 lee las obras de San Juan De la Cruz al que convirtió en su maestro espiritual llevando una vida meditativa y de contemplación.

En 1894, y después de 6 años reconoce que la dificultad para alcanzar su propia santidad, y descubre lo que posteriormente llamaría “el caminito”, en donde sus limitaciones se convierten en su alegría mas que en desaliento, y en sus manuscritos empezará a firmar sus cartas añadiendo regularmente la palabra “pequeña” antes de su nombre.

En 1896 Teresa sufre un primer ataque de hemoptisis, una enfermedad del aparato respiratorio la cual aprovechó para demostrar su confianza inquebrantable en Dios.

En 1897 a la edad de 24 años, la enfermedad se recrudece y sin embargo se le pide continue escribiendo sus memorias, muriendo de tuberculosis en julio de 1897.

Después de su muerte esos manuscritos fueron publicados bajo el titulo de “Historia del Alma”.

Poco después de la publicación de sus manuscritos, surge lo que es llamado “Un Huracán de Gloria”, y cientos de peregrinos de toda Francia y de otros países llegan a Lisieux sobre la tumba de la pequeña Carmelita. Es especialmente durante la Primera Guerra Mundial cuando cientos de soldados franceses cargan en sus bolsillos imágenes de Teresa y una versión corta de su autobiografía llamada “una rosa deshojada”.

Al finalizar la guerra, recibe como ofrendas, las condecoraciones de los soldados, por los favores recibidos durante el conflicto bélico.

En 1927, es proclamada patrona de las misiones a pesar de no haber abandonado nunca el convento, ya que siempre rezaba por los misioneros.

Luego de su beatificación aparecen cientos de testimonios sobre prodigios y milagros de los cuales dos de ellos sirven para alcanzar la canonización.

En octubre de 1997, durante las celebraciones del primer centenario de su muerte, el papa Juan Pablo II la proclamó Doctora De la Iglesia Universal, siendo la tercera mujer, junto con Santa Teresa de Jesús y Santa Catarina de Siena en recibir esta distinción.

Actualmente, la Basilica de Santa Teresa de Lisieux, es uno de los edificios más grandes de Francia, y el segundo lugar de peregrinación más importante del país después del Santuario de Lourdes.

Fuente: Wikipedia

#frases #citas de escritores #citas de reflexion #frases de la vida #frases de reflexion #catolisismo #frases de amor

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edithcmaldonado · 2 years

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Papá, Mamá ¡Nosotros seguimos su ejemplo!

Mi mas reciente Post esta dedicado a los padres, desde la perspectiva de una hija.

El siguiente articulo esta dirigido a hacer reflexión sobre como el buen o mal comportamiento que un padre manifiesta afecta directamente a lo que seran sus hijos. E irá delante de él con el espíritu y el poder de Elías, para hacer volver los corazones de los padres a los hijos, y de los rebeldes a la prudencia de los justos, para preparar al Señor un pueblo bien dispuesto.SAN LUCAS 1:17 RVR…

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#De una Hija #Ejemplo de un Padre #Papa y Mama

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hopeamarsu · 1 year

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The Makeover

Frankie Morales and daughter OC Catalina, or Lina Word count 1k Warnings Minor body insecurities Summary: Catalina gets a makeup kit for Christmas and wants to do a makeover of her dad. Frankie is a willing victim. A/N: I got forwarded this prompt from the lovely @musings-of-a-rose, thank you so so much for giving me a chance to write this! ❤️ I ended up going a little angsty, but fluffy in the end. I hope you and the original requestor enjoy it!

Original request: Frankie: not sure if there is a need for a reader or not but his daughter gets makeup for Christmas and wants to give Frankie a makeover.

“Papa! Sit still! This is the tricky part.”

Frankie had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile. Since Catalina opened her Christmas surprise from uncles Miller, this was the only thing on her mind. The huge makeup set complete with rows and rows of eyeshadows, blush, something called contour, various lip colors, and more pointy brushes than Lina could count had not left her side and she’d spent every single free moment of her day practicing her skills. On dolls, plushies, her hand, whatever Lina could find her hands on that had a face or skin, she’d put makeup on it.

And it didn’t stop there, not even close. Frankie now knew the names of several Youtube makeup tutorial people such as Rosina, Bri, Nikki, Shab, and Kassie. He could probably recite the entire Harley Quinn makeup tutorial Lina had religiously watched 17 times before he had had to confiscate his phone back. The resulting tantrum had been both hilarious and frightening.

“Papa!” Lina admonished him, her sharp tone and condescending look far too old for a 6-year-old to hold. With her eyes narrowed, she pinned him down and Frankie swallowed the laughter bubbling inside him. He shook off all the remaining expression in his eyes and relaxed his muscles to appear as neutral as he could.

“Sorry, hija. I’ll sit still,” he promised her. She nodded happily, her tongue peeking out from between her lips in concentration as she placed the brush on the side of his nose. Frankie felt growing pride spread in his chest as his daughter moved the brush up and down before dipping it back into the colored square and repeating the motion confidently. The hairs on the brush tickled a little and once more he fought to keep his face neutral and not burst into laughter.

“This will slim your nose,” Lina told him expertly, the brush making a long, sweeping motion on the side of Frankie’s nose. He nodded, earning another glare from his daughter, before answering absentmindedly.

“Well, it could definitely use it.”

Frankie let out a soft chuckle at his own words, but Lina didn’t join him. Instead, silence followed and when he felt the brush drop from his face and Lina’s big brown eyes flashed at him, shining with something, his own eyes widened in response.

“Papa…” She whispered, her voice wavering, her eyes suddenly downcast and shadowed. The brush fell to the floor with a soft clang but neither Morales took notice. “What is it, Lina?” Frankie spoke slowly, watching his daughter with growing worry. What happened, why was his sunny little girl suddenly looking so sad?

“Papa. Do you think my nose needs slimming too?”

The whispered words broke Frankie’s heart and he swept her into his arms, feeling her smaller body tight against his chest. “Mi amor, your nose is perfect. Absolutely perfect. What makes you think you…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, it made him sick. He couldn’t fathom it, couldn’t think he’d ever have to worry about his perfect daughter feeling insecure about any part of her body. He knew the world was cruel but surely no one told a kid in pre-K they needed a nose job? Surely not. And if they did, Frankie knew he could rally all of Lina’s uncles into battle with a single word.

“Mrs. Carlson at the daycare, she says I ha-have a nose like y-yours. And if, if y-you think you need a sl-slim-slimmer nose, do I n-n-need it too? I don’t want to have a nose t-t-too BIG!” The broken voice came out muffled and stuttering, building up to a wail. The wetness Frankie felt at his shirt could only mean one thing and he hated himself a little more as Lina succumbed to her tears.

He had always thought his nose was large, maybe a bit Roman, and crooked. The hits he’d taken during his time on active duty didn’t make it any prettier. He’d always made jokes about it, not thinking twice about what he spoke about his nose. But clearly, he’d gotten too desensitized at mocking himself, he didn’t understand the repercussions around a young child. Never again, Frankie vowed to himself.

He squeezed his daughter a little tighter, banishing the gloom from his voice as he spoke.

“Lina, you have a very pretty nose. It fits your face perfectly and looks nice. It’s not too big, not at all mi amor.”

Frankie dipped his finger under Lina’s chin, lifting the small face up so he could wipe away any tears. His thumb moved on her cheeks, smiling when the tears stopped falling. “My nose is bigger than yours because I have a bigger head. And it looks a little funny because Tio Santi once set it crookedly. But I promise you, as you grow, your nose will grow proportionally with your face and it’ll always look beautiful. No matter the shape or size, you are beautiful, and your nose is too. Eres mi hermosa hija.”

He booped her nose, earning a giggle. The happy sound knitted his heart back together, his worry over Lina slightly lessening. It would never go away completely, but seeing her smile, - no matter how watery and wobbly that smile might be - would always help.

“Now, I believe you promised me a full makeover that would make me look like Quinn Harvey.” He waggled his eyebrows, enjoying the outraged shriek that left her lips when she realized he’d messed up the name. She slapped his chest, laughter bubbling up higher and higher.

“Papa! It’s Harley Quinn, silly! And yes, we need all the reds and all the blues!” Lina jumped off from his arms, her previous worry and sadness already forgotten. She hustled towards her palette, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. As she began sorting through her brushes, her mouth running a mile a minute as she recited the instructions to herself, Frankie settled deeper into his seat with a content sigh.

He already knew he’d look ridiculous and he couldn’t wait. And it made him love his daughter even more.

“Lina?”

“Si, papa?”

“Te quiero mucho.”

The resulting smile lit up the entire living room and it was all he had ever hoped for.

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