#i don't wanna do the tag list i'm really anxious to let anyone see this- 👉👈 hope it's ok

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Thank you so much for 1k followers!

I put word out a few days ago about what this blog could do to celebrate reaching 1k; either I could empty my drafts and inbox, or I could go ahead with my own idea. I kept it vague to pique intrigue and @seidenbros gave me the blessing to go ahead with this after a discussion about the logistics.

So, here's how I want to celebrate!💕

Send me an ask between 2 and 5 sentences long about yourself, and I'll respond by writing a little about what your relationship with Eddie would be like. (This might be a paragraph or just a few sentences, it depends both on my motivation levels and how many sentences you submit. To make this fair, I will be setting a timer for ten minutes when I respond to your ask.)

Please tell me somewhere in the ask that this is for the 1k celebration.

Rules

OFF ANON so that I can verify you are 18+ and so that you WILL see your response when it is posted. I will not be using my tag lists for this event and I don't want you to miss your response. You can send it via anon if you feel more comfortable, but please list your URL somewhere in the ask so I can tag you. If you do not include a URL, I will delete your ask and not respond to it.

BETWEEN 2 TO 5 SENTENCES. NO LESS THAN TWO AND NO MORE THAN FIVE OR I WILL DELETE YOUR ASK AND NOT RESPOND TO IT. My anxiety and time management skills can't take much more than what I have outlined, especially because I plan to get these done as timely as possible.

THIS CELEBRATION IS FOR EDDIE MUNSON ONLY. I do not write for any other Stranger Things character and I do not intend to. Eddie Munson ONLY. You don't need to specify this because I will know it is a given, but this rule is here as a reminder.

An example (using myself)

Hi! This is for the 1k celebration!💕 Name's Erika. Favourite colour is black, always listening to music. Ozzy and Sabbath are my greatest loves and if they don't make me smile, it's a sign I'm really not okay. Very anxious, always stressed, queen of worrying, coffee addict (18 cups a day, babeyyyy ~ 💀), loves cats, full time student with a job and I always wanna let loose. Very affectionate, always sleepy, I hide inside myself a lot but it's easy to drag me out with my favourite music or a cuddle.

(5 sentences - maximum length submission)

((If anyone answers my submission, I will simply perish👀))

So there we have it! I hope that this makes sense. I'm not sure how many people are gonna want to participate, but please know you do not have to be following me in order to take part in this. I just want to mark this blog milestone with a small way to thank everyone for supporting me. I hope it's to your liking!

I'll keep this open until the 1st October, so you have two weeks to participate. If people especially like it, I might make this a permanent fixture on the blog. But I'll see how it goes.

Tagging my Eddie x Reader loves: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @m00nlight101

If you do not wish to see anything about this celebration, please blacklist the tag #eri's celebration

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fluff

[hugispuso-archive]

so umm. this template. :)

[ ok to rb! s/i (lined in orange) uses she/he/they pronouns. ]

#✏ ; oreki makes something #romantic f/o ; teruki ✰ #s/i ; kazuo arataka ✰ #IDK WHY BUT I'M SO NERVOUS POSTING THIS SJBSJSDBFJFJ #there's nothing even revealing abt it except for my age but it's so sjshdjdbdjd #hhhhhhhhh okay well #teruki rarely gets jealous bc he knows i do that job for him (/hj) instead but the jealousy inside him is still there sjdhdjfjjfgkk #it just doesn't show that much bc he's that proud of claiming my heart completely smh #i don't wanna do the tag list i'm really anxious to let anyone see this- 👉👈 hope it's ok #yeah idk i'm just super proud of how i drew ourselves #i am mesmerized by the way i drew the eyes aheejhejehjd #hope you guys like it too :>

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JACKSON ‘JAX’ TELLER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon #1 asked: Helloo! Could I request a jax teller x reader! A Jealousy one💕 Thank you

Anon #2 asked: 87+104 w/ jax teller please?

Prompts:

87. “Put on my kutte”.

104. “Don’t ask me to stop, I’m just gonna go harder”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 2.5k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​@sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x @xx--day-dreamer--xx @spiced-reads @tita127 @ifoundmyhappythought @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat @angelxshiba @destynelseclipsa @sheeshgivemeabreak @abbiesthings @knowles-morgan @lady-pswrld @minnicelli @marquelapage @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @jadesamhart @mycupoffanfiction @agirllovespasta @ottosuricato ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Having fun with Rafi?”

His voice doesn't surprise you, giving him your back while you look for the tequila Marcus has asked for. You know exactly what's happening and you're trying to not laugh in his face, or this shit is going to be serious. But it's the same situation when Sons of Anarchy and Mayans have a party together. Rafi, president's right hand, is pretty kind with you and an interesting man, so yes. You have a lot of fun talking about something else than motorbikes, drugs, guns and bitches. Before you can turn around to leave the warehouse, a hand surrounds your throat, feeling Jax's chest accommodating against your back.

“I. Asked. You. A. Question”. He says into your ear, sounding a little angry and upset.

You know exactly how it works, how he works. But you're not in this shit anymore. It's been six months since you fucked for the first time. Sex is good. So fucking good. But you're catching feelings and you don't know if he cares about you in the same way. His jealousy confuses you, because no man can touch you but you gotta put up with whores flirting with him.

“Yes”. You just say, keeping some seconds of silence. “I'm having fun with my friend. Are you having fun with those bitches, uh? All th—”.

“We are not talking about me, darling”. His free arm wraps your abdomen, pushing you a little more closer, while his fingers squeeze your neck.

“We should”.

You know that these words have confused him when he puts away his hands to let you turn around. You're frowning your eyebrows, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I'm not… gonna blame you for anything. But if I don't have the right to tell you who can or who can't touch you, you're not gonna do it, Jackson”. You say with a firm tone of voice.

The man turns his legs to stretch a hand and close the door, locking it to not be bothered by anybody. You can see how his face turns from confusion to incredulity, from zero to one hundred, in just one second.

“I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)”.

“Then, prove it. But don't demand me a respect that you don't show me. You wanna be fuck friends? Cool. I don't have any… compromise or a relationship with you, I get it. But then, I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do”.

“That's it? It's a question of status?”

“It's a question of that I love you, Jax. I truly do. For who you are to me, not for who you are to them. I don't give a shit about your club and your matching outfits of badass bikers. I'm more into what you make me feel when we're alone, without having a knife hanging on your belt”.

“So, you're basically asking me to be my Old Lady”.

“No, Jax! Why the fuck you end up bringing everything to the club business? You're not the fucking president of the United States, and I'm not that… bitch. I wa—”.

“The club is my life. And if you don't understand it, it's because you don't know me, (Y/N)”.

You nod. You don't want to think about these words, because it's enough pain what you are feeling without thinking about it.

“Then, I don't know you. And I don't want to”. You sentence, before leaving the warehouse. And the party.

You would be lying if you say that you slept last night. Even if you didn't want it, his last words were chasing you the whole time, walking through your house and touring every room trying to get tired to sleep. But there you are, sitting at the table in the kitchen, holding a mug of coffee and having a sip. Your gaze is in the middle of nowhere, not knowing if you are disappointed or dealing with a broken heart.

The door ring pushes you back to the real world, dragging backwards the chair to get up from it. Covering your mouth with a hand, because of a loud yawn, you open the main door to find Jax there. He looks like shit too, with the same black bags under his eyes, the same clothes and messy tufts of blonde hair falling on his forehead. Supporting a shoulder against the frame, you cross your hands on your abdomen.

“Can I come in?”

“No”.

He nods biting the inside of his lower lip.

“I'm sorry about last night”.

“Yeah, me too”.

“Are you…?”

“Yeah. I'm sorry for telling you about my feelings. The last thing I was expecting was you shitting on them”.

“Listen…” He says rubbing his face with both hands, pulling back his hair. “I'm sorry for talking to you as I did. I really want you to be my girlfriend, or whatever you want”.

“Why now do you want it? What you didn't want it like… seven hours ago? What changed? That I sent you to hell? Is that? I didn't know you were the kind of child who wants his toy back, when someone else is playing with it”.

“Could you please stop being this rude?”

“This rude? Oh, do you mean the same ‘rude’ you were last night, Jackson?” Rolling your eyes, you chuckle.

“I'm telling you that I love you, (Y/N)”.

“Good, thank you. Anything else?”.

“Shit… If you were one of my brothers…”

“What? You would punch me?” Standing up from the door, you raise both eyebrows. “Try me, blonde bitch”.

Adopting the look on your face, he can't believe what he's hearing. But he likes it. He likes the fact that you're talking to him without giving a shit about his club, his job, or whatever other thing. Touring his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, he gives a quick step to grab your throat with ringed fingers, pushing you into your house to close the door. You're not scared, you're not even thinking about defending yourself because you already know what it's going to happen.

The blonde man crashes your lips with his, tangling your fingers on the Reaper Crew shirt under the kutte, while you walk backwards to the sofa. He urges you to sit on his lap with his legs among yours, pawing your body desperately while your hips swing over the growing lump under his jeans. The rage because of your behaviors and the feeling of alleviate get mixed inside your mouth, and your tongues giving a pulse to each other. Taking you off the shirt over your hair, his teeth attack one of your nipples to suck and bite it, while the other receives the attention it needs pinching it with his fingers. Yours getting tangled on his hair, gasping with closed eyes, looking for some friction for your core.

“Fuck, Jax…”

“Don't ask me to stop, darling, I'm just gonna go harder”. He growls onto your skin undoing his belt and the zip of his jeans.

Without asking for it, nor expecting, Jax thrusts two ringed fingers inside you using all his strength, until his hand finds your limits. A pleasure scream comes out from your mouth, with his pace speeding up.

“You're the only bitch I'm gonna fuck”.

“Call me bitch again and…”

You can't stop the threat, when he pounds you harder.

“You what, honey? I didn't hear you”.

You try to speak two times more, having the same result. Jackson is teasing you and chuckling because of your reactions, until you slap his chest.

“Fuck me, baby”. You get to say, looking for his blue eyes.

“Get up, take off those panties and put on my kutte”.

Following the instructions in silence, the Son takes the advantage to roll down his jeans and his boxers to his ankles, throwing away his own shirt. His right hand goes to his hard dick, the one you love to ride and suck, watching you so focused on the way you have to wear the leather kutte of his club. And he can swear that he hasn't seen anything more perfect than it. Jerking himself off, Jax looks at you kneeling over the sofa to sit on him.

“I would let you be my president”. He jokes rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, provoking you a soft moan. “I love how your pussy feels, darling… Warm as fuck, suffocating me, suffocating my cock. I wanna fuck it every night. I wanna fuck you every night”.

“And every morning”.

“All the time”.

Moving your waist from back to forward, you focus your attention on his parted lips begging for something else.

“Ride me, darling”. He asks, getting a little more comfortable on the sofa.

You bounce onto his cock without waiting for any single word, separating your legs over the cushion to go deeper. Jax is big, so big, and when you're more than one day without being fucked by him, you need to take some seconds to adapt your tightness to how hard he is.

“This pussy drives me insane… You're so fucking wet I could drown myself in it”. He mumbles putting a hand on your pelvis to bring his thumb to your clit, stroking it to make you feel better. “I could eat you out the whole time. You're fucking delicious”.

“I'm gonna fuck you like no one else can, my prince”. You mutter resting your forehead on his, before starting to move.

And you don't work him slow like sometimes, you go rough, fast and anxious hitting your g-spot every time you let your body fall down. Every pound brings you to heaven, drinking his pleasured grunts when your wetness wraps his sensible skin so fast that he doesn't have time to finish a moan and start another one. Your hips dance furious above him, trying to show to the Son one of the things you can offer him, although he already knows it well.

His free hand slaps your ass hardly, making your back get arched because of the stinging, screaming out his name every time he does it; as if he was punishing you. But you like it. You like that he doesn't control himself, wanting to please you every single second, while you ride wildly his cock. Your cock. He has you bewitched, rapturous, out of the world with his thumb jerking off your clit with the same speed that you're fucking him. No mercy, non-stop, careless. Just you two giving in to your most primal instincts.

Leaning over him you catch his mouth with your teeth, biting his lips before kissing them, with all his fingers getting nailed on your buttocks. Squeezing and pinching them, leaving some beautiful marks that are going to hurt like hell.

“Shit, darling… Look at your fucking precious pussy, engorging my big dick once and again… to the limit.. Does it feel good? Do you like my dick, uh?”

“Yes… I fucking love it. I fucking love when you grab my hair and fuck my mouth inside my car”.

“Yeah, you like it? How much, my princess? Tell me”.

“Fucking much, Jackson… I love when you wake me up fucking my pussy, always ready for you. And when you're so fucking jealous, grabbing my throat and impaling me until making me cum”.

“Do you like that much?”

You nod in silence, feeling your legs starting to shake close to the orgasm.

“What about my mouth? Do you like it?”

“Fuck… Yes, Jackson. I love when you eat my pussy… When you come from the club and eat my wet pussy on the counter… Your tongue licking me, oh, shit…”

“You taste so good, my love… I love your little pussy”.

“Fuck, Jax… I'm gonna fucking cum…”

“Go harder, baby. I wanna feel you”.

You speed up with every thrust to your center, being wrapped by the sweat and the heat of the moment, crying out his name with your back arched at the moment you reach the orgasm. He fills you up, maintaining your gaze and enjoying the look on your face. So pleased, so ecstatic, running out of air.

“Put on your knees, darling… I'm gonna fuck your mouth as you like”.

You have to take some seconds on top of him to process the order, before doing it, settling yourself between his legs over the floor. Jax grabs your head with both hands pounding your mouth with fury, while your lips wrap all his extension, hitting your throat once and again. It hurts you sometimes, but you love it. The Son presses his swollen glans against your limits when he fills your mouth up, feeling his hot cum spilling inside it. He growls loudly lifting up a little his pelvis, with your nose touching his skin, forcing you to take it all.

“Fuck, darling… Fuck… It feels so fucking good…”

When he frees yourself of his cock, and some threads of your saliva mixed with his seed falls down by the corner or your lips, Jackson urges you to lie down on the sofa while you try to recover your breath. And when you're trying it, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, his tongue finds your throbbing core sucking it as if it was going to be the last thing he was to do in his life. Placing both legs over his shoulders, he cleans every trail of your juices, drinking them so delighted that you're about tu cum a second time when he slides three fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck, Jackson!”

Shrinking under his caresses, you bring down your hands to his hair, sinking his face into your pussy. He's devouring it like no one else could do it, keeping his eyes on you with his ringed fingers fucking you so painfully pleasant that you can't help but find the ecstasy again. The heat is suffocating you, but he doesn't stop. His tongue toures your entrance, before catching your clit among his teeth biting it gently.

“FUCK, JACKSON… JACKSON, PLEASE, STOP”.

You're inside a bubble of pleasure and you are about to cry. You have never felt this good, but he's making it up to you as hard as he can. Pulling out his fingers of your tired pussy, he licks them crawling above your body before tucking them inside your mouth.

“Taste them… This is the most fucking delicious thing I ever had the opportunity to relish, darling”.

Tasting yourself, you spread your legs to give him some space for his body.

“I fucking love you, keep it in your fucking mind, (Y/N)”.

#sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jackson teller #jackson jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #jax teller

[rebelcap]

We are not just friends — Part 11

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

Series masterlist

Chris followed Sofia back to her office, she closed her door and he waited outside thinking if he should really keep pressing her because he knew Sofia, of he, kept poking her long enough—

"I can literally see you pacing," Sofia spoke from inside the office and Chris took it as an invitation. "I'm sure your mother teach you to knock," She said without not overlooking from the computer screen. 

"Sof, come on," Chris said closing the door behind him and sat down on the chair in front of her. "laid it on me, I deserve it."

"I have nothing to tell you."

"Yes, you do."

Sofia looked up at him with the most venomous look he had ever see on her eyes. "What do you want me to tell you?, I'm not going to berate you. I've done the yelling things for two years, I'm done with that. You wanna keep fucking your ex–

" I don't, " He interrupted her.

" Cool, but don't drag me in the middle."

"I'm not dragging you into anything, I already told you I don't wanna be just friends. Fuck, I want you." Chris said leaning on the desk. 

"And that again," She shakes her head. "I'm mad at you right now and you drop that, what are you expecting?, that I'll be excited to date you now. You make out with your ex-girlfriend in front of me and then asked me to be with you." She put the computer aside. "Then I meet this guy, and I wanted to make up with him but he started typecasting as young Salma Hayek, which I don't even look like her. I turned him down and he asked me if I was an escort, I mean, what the fuck?" 

"Oh my God," Chris rubbed his face and looked at her again. "Fuck. I'm sorry, Sof. I swear I didn't know—fuck."

"Yeah, all that while you were sucking face, baby. I didn't fuck him up because I respect you. So yeah, you're a fucking asshole." She said sighing deeply. "I know, we are friends and not at all exclusive, you can do whatever you want but at least let me fucking know first and I'll be cool with it."

"Yes, you're absolutely right," 

"I know," 

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to make you feel like that. I'm an asshole,"

"Yes, you're." She looked at him, feeling a little more at ease because for some reason she was waiting for the ball to drop, for Chris to tell her something else, for him not to admit he fucked up. "Thanks for somehow don't turn this around and blame me for it." 

"Fuckig Tiffany," He said standing up and walked up to her and Sofia closed her computer and looked at him. 

"I can accept food as an apology,"

"Whatever you want, my threat." 

"Yeah, and carry my bag," She said trying to hide her smile as she put her things on her bag and handed it to him.

 "Gladly," Chris smile as she leads the way.

~~~

They drive around a little bit at Sofia's request as she tried to wrap her head on what Chris had asked her before, they always talked a lot, about a range of things and both of them were almost on the same page respecting their views, political or religious and their struggle with it, but they never really talked relationship, she never asked and Chris asked a little about hers. 

"Do you ever feel panic over a relationship?" She asked. 

"Yeah, sometimes… when I meet someone that I really like, then we date sometimes gets complicated or we don't meet certain expectations. It gets me anxious sometimes I panic a bit." Chris explained as she nods. 

"Like, you feel trapped if not workout like you expect?"

"Sometimes," He explained drinking his coffee and then took a turn, slowly heading to his house. "Most of the woman I date, they just wanna… Please me," Chris groaned. "Or they just wanna do whatever I want to do… Fuck, I'm too picky?" He asked laughing almost bitterly as Sofía snorted. 

“Yes, but shit—I'll be picky too.” She shrugged and shifted on the seat to look at him better. “Do you ask that, out of panic? That you wanna be with me.”

Chris turned his head and looked straight to her eyes, he wanted to know where that came from—does she want him? the same way he wants her?. 

“I… I don't know if it was panic—I know I want to be with you,” Chris replied, and Sofia sigh. 

“But why? you're telling me that sometimes you feel trapped with girls and stuff.” She asked putting down her coffee into to cup holder. “And still you want to progress things with me?”

“You don't make me feel like that.” Chris quickly said and Sofia rolled her eyes. 

“And pretty sure all of your exes didn't make you feel like that when you progress things.” She spat sarcastically. Chris snort and rubbed his beard, frustrated at her opposition. 

“It's different—”

“In what way?” She quickly asked and Chris smiled at her eagerness. 

“We are friends, not just casual friends. All my possible free time in Boston I'd rather spend it with you than with anyone else and that was before I even began—” He explained and quickly stopped when he was about to overshare his feelings that he wasn't sure about it either. “You know, thinking about you in some other way.”

“Come on,” She laughed and punch him in the arm. “I know you wanted to fuck me since you saw me in that bar.” She lightens the mood for a bit. 

“Of course, you're so fucking hot,” He got distracted for a moment. “But it's not just fucking you anymore, I love that—I do. I just want more,”

“To date me?”

“Yes!” He almost shouted and Sofia looked forward, silent for a moment. 

“I don't want this to end, us—” She pointed between then and Chris agreed. 

“Neither do I.”

“Dating put this at risk. What if we broke up? and we don't get to see each other again?”

“Why would be broke out?” 

“I don't know, maybe you kissing one of your four hundred exes.” She sasses him and Chris pursed his lips together thinking that he fucked up but had something to say to her too. 

"Are you jealous?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Because you said that you were going to make out with that idiot at the party, so you were trying to make me jealous." He pointed out and Sofia stares at him. 

"It would have work?" She puckers her lips at him and Chris stare at her. "and you can't say nothing," Sofia mock him and Chris looked straight ahead at the road. “I kinda got jealous too and—” Sofía shifted in the seat, willing to admit that she wanted to kiss that dude out of spite. shit no, I'm fucking crazy. “that's why I left, you went with me—I'm not saying we should be making out  everywhere we go but.”

“I went with you and we've got something going on.”

“Right.”

“I get it and I know you enough that you do things out of spite—” They both laughed and she rolled her eyes. “I deserved it.”

“Nah,” She shakes her head playing with the end of her shirt. “I don't know how to—.” They both stayed silent for a long moment, Chris had parked the car on a nearby street. "I don't know how to do this right, I don't wanna hurt you and I don't wanna get hurt. I appreciate your friendship so much, man…" She sighed deeply. 

“You wanna end this? I mean… go back.” Chris asked and Sofia looked at him.

“Do you want that?” Sofía asked. 

“No, definitely not.” Chris quickly answers and she nods, thinking the same thing. 

"Okay, what about we keep doing this—but as friends, no strings, no pressure. Just let it flow and see where it goes?" Sofia propose, mostly trying to stir Chris's ideas of relationships because the only thing that she was sure was that she wanted Chris on her life. 

He didn't seem satisfied but at least she was compromising on something. He can work with that… for the moment. 

'Alright, yes. I'd like that.'

~~~~~~

Tag list:

@letsdothemonstermash

@lunaticbarnes

@firstangeldragonranch

@lovepeacefood

@thegirlwithpaperheart

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x latina! #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x ofc #chris evans fic #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x reader #Chris Evans x you

[hotsummersimpingogacc]

te amo - reddie one shot

summary: richie and eddie start taking spanish classes together and richie sees this as an opportunity to confess his love to eddie.

word count: 1699 words

an: this is my first ever ship oneshot. but i honestly am proud of this. and also please excuse any mistakes in the spanish part, even though i do take spanish i am not that good to write such a paragraph without translator.

richie and eddie are around finn's and jack's age in this fic ❤

* - translated text at the end of the fic

* gif not mine *

for years richie had feelings for eddie. the jokes about his mom he always made, they were just defense mechanism. he was scared of his feelings, he was scared of being exposed or being judged by his friends. especially eddie, what if he revealed what he's really feeling and he'd just reject him. this fear was bigger than fear of pennywise himself. he was nothing compared to how frightened richie actually was.

everyday seeing the person he wants to be with the most. whenever eddie smiles richie is melting on the spot, when he's feeling down there's nothing more richie wants to do then hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be okay. sometimes when he sees eddie kissing his mom's cheek he wishes it was his cheek or even better his lips. he felt lonely whenever he was with other losers but when eddie was around it was like he was full again. richie tried to hide his feelings in front of his friends, it'd be weird if they found out the truth.

before the school year ended students had to choose their subjects for next year. and of course boys wanted ti have all classes tomorrow. they choosed them like that. but there was one richie had to beg other guys to take. richie asked them every single day if they'll take spanish with him. the answer was always the same, no. eddie started to feel really bad for richie since he looked like he really wanted to take the class, but not alone. so he decided to take it with him. after all richie needs someone to stop when he's making jokes. after eddie told him he's gonna take the class with him richie thanked him all the way home.

richie actually gained a little confidence after eddie informed him that he's gonna learn spanish with him. maybe he'll be able to tell him about his feelings since they're gonna be a few more hours a week together. maybe he'll finally realize if this is real or not. or maybe he'll swallow his feelings even deeper.

"hey, richie ready to head out?" eddie popped next to richie's locker all excited

"yeah, i'll just grab some things" richie grabbed his books

"so, are you excited?" eddie smiled at him

"little less then before fucking your mom but it's okay i guess" richie shrugged his shoulders

eddie rolled his eyes. he knew this was coming but he didn't expect it to happen before actual class.

"are you gonna do this the whole time? because if yes i'm gonna do anything to get out of that class" eddie explained with his hand near his right ear

"sorry, i just saw the opportunity" richie smirked

"you always see the opportunity, right?"

"you guessed it, señor" richie was pretty proud of his answer

x

first spanish lesson went pretty well. both richie and eddie enjoyed it. of course they had dive into studying right away. they met up at eddie's house after school.

sat down on eddie's bed and tried to learn lines they learned that day

"hola, me llamo richie and i fucked your mom!" richie burst out laughing

"can we at least study without this?"

richie sighed and looked at his textbook. of course he had to make that joke. eddie was so cute while trying pronounce words in spanish. it was so hard for richie to hold back and not kiss him. he was clenching his fist so he wouldn't stroke his cheek. fortunately eddie hadn't noticed anything. he hadn't noticed richie's looks at him, those genuine laughs, all that affection richie had for him. he never noticed and richie was so grateful for it.

there were days he wished eddie would notice. maybe show his love back. maybe kiss richie so richie wouldn't have to. maybe say those words richie was scared to jabber out. i love you, you mean a lot to me, that'd be enough for richie. he'd know that all those feelings he had for all those years weren't one-sided. these were things richie dreamed off when he was laying in his bed at night, trying to fall asleep without eddie on his mind.

x

months were passing and boys were picking up more and more new knowledge from spanish. basic lines and phrases weren't enough for them. they'd go to library in the afternoons and dig some new interesting words.

during these "diging" sessions richie got an idea. there's no way in hell eddie learned how to confess anything to someone in spanish. richie was so sure that this is the only way he can tell him how he really feels. and when eddie will realize what richie told him, he'd be far away from american borders.

richie spent even more time in library, borrowed some books home and started writing down his confession. it was easiest-hardest thing he ever done. putting those words on paper went so fast. he was so certain what he wants to tell him. but when it came to part he had to tell him, face to face his gut thightened and he felt like crying. his hands were sweating and shaking.

richie had the list in his backpack, carrying him everywhere he went. he was scared someone would find it and figure it out. this gave him more anxiety then eddie telling him no or making fun of him.

x

after two weeks of carrying the confession in his backpack, richie was ready to say it to eddie. he made sure they were alone in his house. he sat him down in his living room and sat opposite him. he never sweat this much. his whole body was shivering, covered in goosebumps. he was repeating to himself that this is the best time and there won't be any better time.

"is everything alright rich?" eddie, concerned, look richie straight into eyes

richie took a deep breath and started:

"eds, there's this thing, i've been meaning to tell you for such a long time. so here it is" he put his glasses back up on his nose, took another deep breath and began talking

*"eddie, te amo. He estado enamorado de ti desde que tengo memoria. y es dificil para mi Te veo todos los días, te escucho reír y me enamoro aún más de ti. cada vez que sonríes o te quejas de que algo es insalubre, trato de contenerme porque solo quiero besarte. cada vez que te sientas mal o enfermo solo quiero abrazarte y decirte que todo estará bien. Esto es lo más difícil que he hecho, pero es más fácil ya que te estoy diciendo esto en español y no tienes idea de lo que estoy diciendo. eds, eres mi amor y haría cualquier cosa por estar contigo" richie could feel tears in his eyes so he immidiately stood up and ran to bathroom

richie leaned against the sink and let the tears stream down his face. he knew eddie was sitting there all confused because has no idea what he just said and why he ran away. richie got it off his chest. he told eddie how he feels, how much he loves him. his list wasn't long but it sure was full of emotions and everything richie feeled.

"hey richie, are you okay?" eddie knocked on the door

"yeah, i just had to make sure my wang is longer than yours before we start messuring them" richie tried to hide his sobby voice

damn it richie, you don't have to hide behind your jokes anymore, you exposed yourself to him.

when richie stepped out of the bathroom he saw that eddie was searching his fanny pack in the hallway

"what you looking for there? your birth control pills?" richie chuckled

"no, but if you're sick or something and you went in there to shit or for god's sake even throw up i have to take my pills so i won't catch anything" richie sometimes wondered how is it possible for eddie to speak this fast

x

days passed since richie told eddie about his feelings. he felt releaved but also really anxious. eddie was totally looking for some words richie had told him. what if he was searching for words like te amo. what if he already cracked them and he's not gonna tell richie so he won't break his heart. richie was overthinking as always.

that day, eddie and richie went to study to eddie's house. they were sitting quietly on eddie's bed both of them reading text they had to read.

"richie?"

"hmm?"

"there's something i want to tell you" richie could feel how his heart skipped a beat

"go on, eds"

"umm, wait" eddie took out a small piece of paper from back of his textbook.

"okay so, yo también te quiero" eddie said with certain confidence

"what?"

"it means i love you too, amor" eddie blinked at richie

"you're fucking with me!" richie yelled out

"i wish i was" eddie chuckled

"wait, are you like serious serious, or did you tell other guys about what i said and they made you say this?"

"i haven't told anyone. richie, this comes from my heart. i really love you! when you said what you said i felt so releaved because i was happy to hear that i wasn't the only one feeling this way. richie i cracked your "i fucked your mom" a long time ago"

"you little fucker" richie smiled

* eddie, i love you. i've been in love with you ever since i can remember. and it's hard for me. i see you everyday, i hear you laugh and i fall in love with you even more. whenever you smile or complain about something being unsanitery i try to hold myself back because i just wanna kiss you. whenever you feel bad or sick i just wanna hold you and tell you it's gonna be okay. this is the hardest thing i ever done but it's easier since i'm telling you this in spanish and you have no idea what i'm saying. so eds, you're my love and i'd do anything to be with you

tagged

@royalydamned @diablvna @queen-irl-af

if you wanna be included please let me know ❤

#it (2017) #it (2019) #it chapter 2 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #finn wolfhard #jack dylan blazer #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ EL PRESIDENTE ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: Hey! Do you want to write something about young!Bishop ? 🤔 A story about when he was still in Stockton he fall in love with Riz or Taza sister who live in Santo Padre and he make the trip every weekend with reader sister.So his primo Marcus told him " Instead having like 1/2 of my chapter in Santo Padre every f*cking week, why not just open a chapter in SP" ? 🙈

BY ANON

Warnings: none. A little angst.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist.

You have an elbow nailed on the marble main bar, with your cheek resting over your palm and your eyes through the big glass in front of you. Anyone who looks at you could think that you're just watching the street and the cars driving by, waiting for another order to serve or for new customers to the cafeteria. But very far from reality, your thoughts are on your boyfriend. That mexican with a messy moustache, dark and deep eyes and always wearing his leather vest. He usually comes every monday, from Stockton, to Santo Padre just to see you for a couple hours. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, he stays the night. But he didn't this time. It's been four days more without knowing anything about him, and you don't want to ask your old brother because Riz doesn't agree with this relationship. You know what people think about it. Eight hours by road of distance, a biker, a Mayan, a man who is always driving his bike from one side to another of the country, that only visits you one day at week (...). Seems pretty obvious. But they don't know him like you do. He's kind, he's sweet, he's attentive. At least, with you. And that is what marks the difference. But it has been almost two weeks and you're starting to be infected by these opinions, that even if you know that they just want to hurt you, they look real somehow.

Your boss, a nice old woman, places a hand on your back to caress it softly. She knows Bishop. She believes in you two, having a life together, and she knows that you're not okay.

“Do you wanna know what I would do?” Matilda asks. Turning your head towards her, you just nod in silence. “I would drive to Stockton to tell him what I feel”.

Taking off from a pocket of the smock a pack of cigs, she offers you one.

“Take a rest, darling”.

Grabbing it, you nod again somewhat gloomy. Getting out of the bar to cross the kitchen and use the back door to the alley, you sit over a towel of Coca Cola boxes, lighting up the smoke between your lips. And even if you want to contain it, your cry is stronger than you, coming out. The tears falling down and soaking the skirt of your uniform, with your hands supported on your lap, makes you bow forward with your eyes closed. You're so in love with Bishop, just to accept that he's not going to come back. Other times, he has called you. But every time you have contacted the Stockton charter, they have always given you the same answer: “he will call you, chamaca”. And, of course, you're trying to find out what you could have done to make him reject your calls. Why he doesn't want to see you anymore. After all, you deserve an explanation if he's going to break up with you.

Having a deep drag from the cig, you cross a leg over the other, resting your back against the wall. The smoke escapes among your lips like a painful howl, while your chest claims for some air to fill your lungs. Biting your lower lip in a nervous gesture, you start to think about what Matilde said, but maybe that could enrage Bishop.

“I think it's the first time I see you cry, in two years, and I don't fucking like it, querida”.

For an instant, you think that you're delirious after some days without sleeping more than three or four hours, when you turn your face to your left. The mexican steps out from his bike, taking off the leather gloves to keep them in a back pocket of his jeans, looking really distressed walking towards you. And then, your cry gets uncontrollably loud, throwing away the cig to get up, you practically jump into him. He holds you on air, sinking his face into your neck, breathing again.

“I can't see you cry”. He mutters looking for your lips, to kiss then shortly again and again.

“I thought you… didn't wa—want to see me… again”.

“Fuck, I don't want to live without you, preciosa”. He chuckles a little, hugging you as much tight as he can. “Mi amor… You have my heart, you have my all. I would do any shit for you, but leaving you it's not one of them”.

“Where ha—have you been? What have you… been doing?”

“I will show you tonight, okay?”

You just nod.

“Are you… leaving again?”

“Yeah, I have to meet my primo, but I will be back when your turn is done, to pick you up, okay?” He replies with a soft smile appearing on his lips, before giving you a last kiss. “I love you, never doubt about it”.

You know pretty well that clubhouse. Your brother works at Romero and Brothers, and you spend a lot of time there actually. But you don't understand why there are a lot of bikes parked in the front yard, or why Bishop has brought you to. Jumping out of his motorcycle, he places an arm over your shoulder to lead you to the inside. You recognize all the men there. Marcus, Oscar Ramos, Hank Loza, Neron Vargas, Che Romero and your brother. A little confused, you grab a beer that Riz is offering you before entering into the Templo.

“What is this?” You ask, referring to the situation.

“Well, mija, I thought that instead of having half of my charter every fucking week at Santo Padre, open a charter here”. El Padrino and Obispo are the only ones standing up, walking towards the desk to grab an impolut kutte from it.

Then, you notice that the rest are already wearing it, focusing on the patch of ‘El Vicepresidente’ on Taza's, ‘El Pacificador’ on Tranq's and ‘El Secretario’ on your brother's. When Marcus turns around holding the one for ‘El Presidente’, you can't help but raise an eyebrow. And not. You weren't expecting it. But seeing Bishop wearing it gives you a heart attack. Now, you're understanding why he was being so reserved, why he has been so busy. You aren't able to say a single word, hearing the man laughing because they know all that you have been doing for the club since ever. And what you have been doing for Bishop, not only loving him. Taking care of him in his worst, giving him the best tips ever, following him anywhere he's had to go. That doesn't turn you into his Old Lady, but into an important part of the Mayans MC.

“So, what? How do I look, querida?”

“Good”. That's the only thing you can say. The male laughs flood the Templo again, before your boyfriend hugs you. “Shit… I'm gonna kill you, Bish…”

“Enjoy it, primo”.

Marcus palms his back, proffering a gesture to the other men to leave the room and let you some time alone. You don't need to ask, but you already know that the other charters are coming to have a party. As soon as you're out of prying eyes, the man lifts you up behind his arms to sit on his new chair. El Presidente's one.

“I didn't… ask you, but… you want it? I mean… The idea of being ‘really’ together?” He asks then, noticing some hesitate in his voice, feeling insecure for a moment. Until you nod smiling, cleaning some wild tears running your cheeks. “I love you, (Y/N). I can't imagine a single day without you. I have never felt more happy than today. I have never felt so fucking anxious for starting a life ‘really’ together”.

“I told you that I would always be by your side, mi amor”. You say caressing his chest, and your eyes on his main patch. “You can… You know that you can stay at my flat until you find… another thing. Or… you know you can stay with me”.

“I already have a house”. Raising both eyebrows, you can't help but feel a little disappointed with the fact that he's not going to live with you.

Travelling a hand from your back, to a pocket of his jeans, he takes off a keychain to place it between both. Handing it on air.

“What?” You ask don't understanding what it is supposed that you have to do.

“Your keys”.

“For what?”

“To enter in our fucking house, querida? How are you going to do it? Trespassing the reinforced door?” Bishop breaks into laughs, watching you holding it blinking too much. “Did you really think I was just going to move there to be with you, and don't live together…?”

“But… But… my flat…”

“It's small to have like… I don't know, four kids and eighty dogs, don't you think?”

“Shit, I don't want eighty dogs”. You chuckle shaking your head, back to the reality inside the Templo.

“But fo—”.

“Let's start for one, then, we will see it”.

✨ Tag list:

@starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​@sassymox @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish @rebel-without-cause-x @xx--day-dreamer--xx @spiced-reads @tita127 @ifoundmyhappythought @enamouravecleslivresetlechocolat @angelxshiba @destynelseclipsa @sheeshgivemeabreak @abbiesthings @knowles-morgan @lady-pswrld @minnicelli @marquelapage @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @jadesamhart @mycupoffanfiction @claytoncardenasbabymama @thesandbeneathmytoes @phoenixhalliwell @thewarriorprincessxo @sugary-x-sweet @multiyfandomgirl40 @imanerdychubbyqueen @iambabyharry @firebenderwolf @itsanofrommesir @noz4a2 @peaches007

If you want to be tagged, send me a message!

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #bishop losa #bishop losa imagine #bishop losa x reader #bishop #obispo losa x reader #obispo losa

[rebelcap]

We are not just friends — part 9

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a person of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.  

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually) 

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally. 

Series masterlist

“ It's not fancy, isn't it?” Sofia asked going through her suitcase in the middle of the bed, hoping to find something to wear.

“ Nah, it's casual. Like a get-together—” Chris answered her thought the phone, they were Facetiming as they both get ready.

“Alright, what about… this and this?” She said holding up a red mini skirt with a red crop top. “I feel like matching.”

“Love it, red suits you. “ Chris answered and Sofía wiggle on the bed and began undressing, not caring for modesty as Chris looked at her.

“Enjoying the show? creep. “ She laughed as Chris rubbed her beard watching her get undressed, she wasn't being sexy or anything close, Chris just find her fucking hot all the time.

“Sure, don't mind me.” Chris answered her smiling. “want me to pick you up?”

“No honey, it's okay. I'll Uber the rest so you can't have to drive back and forth.’

‘I really don't mind, Sof.’

‘I know, but you know how I am with getting ready. I don't want you running late and shit. It's fine, you go ahead and I'll text you when I'm there.”

‘You sure?”

‘Yes, dumbass. You go ahead I'll text you. “ She said kissing the screen making Chris laugh.

“Alright, I'll be going then. call me. “

They hung up and Chris go ahead and grabbed his things and went ahead to his friend's birthday.

And Sofia took her time and arrived forty-five minutes later cause she can.

Chris was already waiting for her outside, having a sly smoke and playing with his phone on the side of the building, high-end building on LA.

Sofia called him out and shake her head when she saw the cigarette on his hand and Chris put it out.

“Sorry, I know you hate it. “

“It's bad for you. “

“I know—You're pretty,” Chris observed her, she was wearing what she shows him earlier, looked much better on her, red was definitely her color.

“Do I? I feel a little silly. I nervous—I don't know.” She nervously laughed shrugging as Chris pulled her in for a quick kiss. “I don't know anyone.”

“Neither do I, really. I know some of them.” Chris told her and she hummed. “I'm a little anxious.”

Sofia smiled and kissed him again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and fight the urge to grab her ass.

“We should go in.” He said letting her go and she agreed, rearranging her skirt and walked in with Chris.

The party wasn't what she was expecting, you know like a get together a few beers and friends hanging out but no, it was a full-blown party with a lot of people.

She didn't say anything as Chris greet people and introduced them to her, it was a little taxing but she did it anyway because it's Chris.

“Dude, so many people.”

“Yes, I thought it wasn't like this.” He looked at her with an apologetic look.

“It's fine, you do your thing and I'll mingle with that bar over there.” She told him with a smile and almost pushed him towards his friends.

“You sure?”

“Yes, go.” Sofía pushed him again and Chris leans over and plants a quick kiss on the top of her head.

“You're the best, it will be just for a little bit. I'll be back.” He kissed her again and disappear on the crowd and she looked forward to the bar, maybe getting a little bit tipsy will loosen her up but the crowd here was way different to what she and Mandy hung out back at home.

She felt pretentious wearing matching top and skirt, she couldn't imagine what she would feel wearing a thousand-dollar dress like the bunch of girls over there.

She grabbed a beer and isolated herself to a corner, where she could observe the party—witch was absolutely cool with her, what she wasn't expecting was seeing Chris's ex-girlfriend chatting with some girls and pointing out exactly where he was.

“Oh boy.” She mumbles drinking her beer and looked at her walk through until she reached him and he acted amicable with her, hugs and cheeks being kissed.

At that moment she decided to get fucked up and dance if he was going to be with his ex might as well she find something to do at this stupid party. Sofia quickly drank her beer and head back to the bar to do a few shots, clearly catching the attention of a few guys hovering over there.

“Hey,” One of them says, he had a kind smile and was attractive enough.

“Hi.” She said back, smiling too.

They chatted for a bit, his name was Tom, he's a publicist and single.

“You came here with someone?” Tom asked as she sips her drink, the second one.

“Mm-hm, with my friend.” She vaguely said, not wanting to hint that it was Chris.

“Oh, do I know her?” He asked, trying to find out who and assumed it was a girl.

“It's a he and probably you do.” Sofía quickly answers and without thinking looked back at where he was before and his back was facing her while he talked to his ex's ear. Sofia couldn't help but sigh deeply and drank the rest of the drink. “Can I have another one?” She flagged the bartender and he quickly began making her another.

“You work on the industry?” He asked taking a sip of his own drink and Sofia realized that he really didn't like this dude anymore, she didn't want to talk about work of the industry.

“Not really—”

“You should, you've got this young Salma Hayek thing going on.” He said moving his hands and Sofia raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, we're both Latinas.”

“Really? where you from?”

“Yeap, Argentina,” Sofía answered back and quickly looked back at Chris and he kept talking with his ex, now drinks in hand and he had that pink on his cheeks and moving his hands.

man, am I jealous? She thought for a second but quickly shake her head and looked at Tom, trying to find out if she could possibly, at least, make out.

But he was a little off-putting and Sofia started thinking that he was recruiting or some shit—witch she wasn't interested at all. Leave that to the talented people, she wasn't that.

“—You know, I could introduce you to our manager. We're looking for someone with your profile, there's a lot of new—”

“I'm going to stop you there because I've got no interest in having a manager or working on the industry.” She said that with a mocking tone. “I'm good at my normal job.”

Tom actually scoffed at her then shake his head, “Then what are you doing at a party like this? are you an escort?”

Sofia was the one to scoff now and give Chris another look, and his ex had her arm around his waist they were going to make out anytime soon. Now she really wanted to get the fuck out of here.

“I came with a friend, whatever. Bye,” She waves him off and turned her back at him, not bothering to see if he walked away or not.

She pulled her phone and furiously text Mandy.

Christofer, it's all cozy with his fucking ex and people here are treating me like I am a fucking escort.

“I'm a fucking idiot.” She mutters to herself after she press sends, totally regretting that because she knows how she exaggerates things.

Baby, leave that party. Go to the hotel and we'll talk.

Sofia stare at the screen and decided that Mandy's idea wasn't bad, at all. She wasn't going to wait around as Chris fuck the girl—and she did felt bad like it wasn't enough for him. She looked one more time and indeed, they were absolutely making out.

“Yeah, fuck this.”

~~

“I can't do this anymore,” Chris push her away and shake his head."I came here with someone, I can't be doing this. She's important to me,"

She scoffed, "Yet, you are here making out with me. Why then? " She asked and tried to resume the kissing.

"No, I can't—I shouldn't be here," He turned around and drank the rest of his beer praying that Sofia didn't see that.

Of course, she wasn't picking up, Chris began to panic actual panic as he quickly typed.

Where are you? can't find you.

Sof, are you okay?

Please call me.

Sofía was walking as she looked at the screen and scoffed, the hotel wasn't that far and she feels like walking trying to clear off her mind. For a moment there she had those awful flashbacks with Tiffany, she used to do the same shit, worst of all she allowed it. She knew that this was nothing, that they weren't absolutely nothing besides friends but if this is how he was gonna behave as friends.

"I'm walking to the hotel," She spoke softly at the phone, it was Mandy.

"What happened?" She asked and Sofia told her the whole thing. "Well fuck, he's calling me,"

"Yeah I should probably let him know that I'm heading to the hotel before he called the police," Sofia said softly and sighed. "Tiffany used to pull this shit—

"He's not Tifanny, "

"Yeah, I'll talk to you back at the hotel. I'm going to text him and buy booze." Sofia said and tell their goodbyes and hung up.

Chris was calling again and Sofia picked up.

"I'm fine, I'm going to the hotel."

"Jesus Christ, Sofia. I was freaking out,"

"Yeah, sure," She laughs bitterly. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep. I'll text your assistant the details for the contract and photoshoot. You still wanna do that?, or I call the whole thing off? no pressure."

"You saw, don't you?"

"Whole fucking party saw that kiss, dude." She said softly, "It's okay, but I don't wanna be in the middle of nothing. I thought you had figured it out and moved on,"

"I did fuck. I'm sorry Sof—"

"Did you? you were just fucking kissing her."

"It took me by surprised, I told her I was with you that—come on, can we talk about it?"

"We are,"

"In-person, Sof."

"I'm tired Chris, I'm kinda drunk and I'm about to enter the hotel lobby." She said softly. "Are you in for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," Chris answered defeated. "I'm sorry Sofia."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up.

~~

He fucked up.

Thanks everyone! ❤️

Tag list:

@letsdothemonstermash

@lunaticbarnes

@firstangeldragonranch

@lovepeacefood

@thegirlwithpaperheart

#chris evans x latina! #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans #Chris Evans fanfic #Chris Evans fanfiction #chris evans x original female character #Chris Evans x you #chris evans x reader