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boxwinebaddie · 23 days

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How/when does Jersey end up saying I love you?

oooooh! okay, so i was going to write it out ( i am jennifer slowpez so in nina fashion, i am spoiling it, what's new? ) but there is a part after this...if we remember this ask i am obsessed with where raven is diabolically patching jersey up via the tiny child sized hellokitty carebear bandids kyle bought for the kids he works w in the elementary school via that one anons delicious input...genius really.

*raven vc* pero like, so you know, they pull away it's awkward fml. dawg, they are about to *dreamy fit asf rm tolkien posh british vc* have a cheeky little snog like that entire whumpshot...anyways!

( ALRIGHT THIS IS LONG, VERY UNHINGED AND ROUGH SORRY I HOPE YOU SMILE LAUGH AND CRY PENDEJOS <3 )

kyle notices that the vinyl record player is playing their sadie hawkins first dance song ( idk what song it is but its an abba song because thats gay rights baby! its probably my love, my life or andante andante...branch in my eyes ) and theres a bowl of skittles, but only the red ones are in it...because stan still eats around the red ones bc only kyle can have the red ones....brb crying!

yadda yadda yadda. and i think on the tv, the screen is paused over a brand new episode of say yes to the dress ( if we recall, before i deleted chapter six...which was a disaster but also a masterpiece rip, ravenstan was being so boyfail cute in it in his armani suit and was rizzing the hell out of kyle with his crunchy boy knowledge of plants...when stan came over for their #hate fashionably late, kyle was stress-watching say yes to the dress...which is his favorite show because he claims to be allergic to romance, but secretly thinks its really beautiful that people can fall and love and get married...AAA )

but anyways, when they start dating say yes to the dress ( shoutout to when ravenstan forgot what it was called bc adhd and called it Are You Down With The Gown ) became their show and kyle very quietly is like "were you going to watch it?" and stan getting nervous, trying to deflect because they always watch it together is like uhuhuhHhHh and kyle, sad laugh shaking his head is like "baby" *yersey swearing* "dude...baby dude...my guy...just guy, fuck, you know you can watch it without me. we're not...Together. *hurts worse than his ribs* you don't have to wait for me." and stan is like "i-i know. i was going to...i-i Wanted to! i just--i couldn't. i couldn't watch all the people in...."

Love :(

he doesn't say it. but jersey kyle can FEEL it.

he winces. hard.

he wants to fucking die...he wants to say something but he's so stupid and he ruined ravenstan's life, words fail him but STAN!!! grabs his hand and is like "-because! because i knew it would make me miss you. and fuck it. FUCK EVERYTHING KYLE I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!! i miss you and i LOVE you and i don't--i don't care if you can't say it back! i don't have to wait for you, but i WILL! i want to! i'll--i'll wait forever! YOURE MY FOREVER. people tell me they love me everyday, but with you--i can feel it. I. Just. Know. and that's enough! you're enough. YOURE ENOUGH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI. just the way you are. and i'm sorry...i'm sorry i pushed you and tried to change you. i was just, i was insecure about it i guess--and--and--"

cue kyle smiling like an idiot ( the rare kyle smile ) like "...stan?"

ft. stan still yapping smh like "oh my god, i miss you SO much! curb only got into the trash because you weren't here to remind me. and i had pasta from this five star restaurant the other day and oh my god, ky. it was TRASH! yours is so much better! and-and i think i broke the washing machine earlier, oh my god, it sounded like an explosion, i can't find anything, i--"

kyle...literally still trying to get stans attention smh going

"stan? hey? stan???? Stan???"

stans still yapping btw ( oh my god when he is passionate the man never shuts the hell up hes like rambling himself into a corner ) like "and theres this new exhibit in the aquarium and theres this huge red fish in it and i wanted to send it to you and be like 'this you' but were fighting and I HATE FIGHTING WITH YOU. can we stop fighting? :< i miss you. will you please come home? curb misses you, i miss you, i--"

*jersey vc* STANLEY MARSH!

*stan doing the wide flustered doe eye thing with the lip ring lip bite combo that makes kyle like actually criminally insane with love feels*

speaking of...

he leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans in...

gently grasps ravenstan's face

KISSES THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

and says

and i quote...

"Te amo." <3

AAAAAAAAAA AND THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD :')

-uncle nina, gratuitous undivorcer of ravesey style

#i'll edit the tags in a second #but is everyone happy #theyre in love again #i promise #*impastor craig vc* by the power vested in me i now pronounce my beautiful gay sons that i tortured for half a year #Undivorced ;-; <3 #I CAAAAAAAAAANT BELIEVE IT #no one get used to it im still gonna have them do miserable break up things and create drama dont worry about THAT #BUT I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID I LOVE YOU #I AM SO PROUD WOW THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL #now i can write the jersey kyle Can say i love u meme #( which is my favorite ask meme its so funny ily robot kyle )#he is like...i have so many feelings...i am excited? frightened? ex...frightened?#I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID TEEEE AMO #SMILE PENDEJO NATION WE ARE SOOOOO BACK!#is anyone else crying or is it just me is it just jersey and raven and me and curb and the entire internet #UR WELCOME! YOU ARE ALL NO LONGER CHILDREN OF DIVORCE! TIME TO REJOOOOOOOOOOOICE YALL #*passes out The I Survived The 2024 Ravesey Divorce And All I Got Was This Stupid Teeshirt stupid teeshirts*#my sons in love my sons in AMOR bitch!!!!!!#that rizz was crazy also this was too happy so pls note they quite licherally almost smashed but kyles bones are broken #NOT THE ONE THAT MATTERS THO but he did still get stanbanned by sexy nurse raven lamE #*teri vc* at least he'd die doing what he loves...LITERALLY!!!#i admire his dedication like i too would risk it all to get risque and frisque with ravenstan but no they just #watched say yes to the dress and fell asleep on the couch #The End <3 #everybody chant NINA!!! NINA!!!! NINAAAAAAA!!!

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all444miles · 1 year

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— ARCADE DATES

— pairing: e!42 miles x fem!black!reader hcs — genre: fluff — cw: cursing, use of the n word once, one slightly suggestive comment that's abt it — summary: miles is your boyfriend, so when you heard that the local funfair was opened, you just had to ask him to come with you. the perfect date, right? — translations: ¿Estabas diciendo, mi princesa? Fallaste como, cada disparo. = What were you saying, my princess? You missed like, every shot. mi culpa = my fault. cálma, cariño! = take it easy, baby! Hijo de puta.. = son a bitch.. — a/n: if the translations are incorrect/inaccurate, pls correct me n I apologise 😭 other than that, please enjoy!!

you text your boyfriend miles asking if he wanted to come to the fair with you. obviously, he says yes

fs he'll make a bet that whoever gets the highest score on the basketball machine has to pay for all the snacks. "amor, you tryna make a bet?"

"what kind?" "basketball machine. you lose, you gotta buy snacks for the rest of the night." "you for real think you gon win?" "ma, you look like a three year old when you try n shoot." "boy, please."

he wins, of course. he'll honestly flex about it for the rest of the night and laugh at how you're acting like a sore loser.

"Estabas diciendo, ¿mi princesa? Fallaste como, cada disparo." he'll tease you, nudging you with his elbow with a smirk printed on his face.

"miles, i hate you." "Aw, I love you too, mami."

you'll make the same proposal but with the car racing games, and this time, you win.

"woo! kiss my ass, miles!" "oh word? bet." "nigga." "jus’ sayin, mi culpa, mamas."

he's dedicated to getting you a hello kitty plush on that one unfair stand when he saw you look at it. he ain't even into that stuff, but he knows you are, so he'll do it.

"you really wan' that kitty plush, amor?" "look at it, its so cute tho!" "you trippin. but, ima buy it for you." "ain't those games unfair?" "and?"

it takes only 3 times of him losing, a chuckle from you and the owner at the stand to say "ah, looks like you can't win the plush for your lady, hm?" for it to get on his nerves. "hijo de puta.." miles curses, a scowl on his face in annoyance — but you try and calm him down. "cálma, cariño! its aight, we can jus' go to another stand!"

he deadass just knocks out the owner, leaves $50, takes the plush n gives it to you and goes on with the rest of the date 😭

y'all would kiss everywhere.

in the photo booth, you'll be on his lap n yall would take pics like this or like this.

at the tunnel of love, y'all corny mfs gon be kissin almost all half way..

yall with most definitely kiss at the top of the ferris wheel. sum like this

n and at the end of the night, when your man n you come back home from a night of fun n games, you’ll shower n cuddle for this rest of the night till you both fall asleep in eachothers embrace.

“tonight was fun, right miles?” “si, mi sol.” “i wonder if that guy you knocked out woke up yet..” “mami, go to sleep.”

likes, reblogs n comments r appreciated !

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 months

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Hi I'm back. How are you?

How about... A yandere that has had a bunch of lovers and either killed them because he got bored or broke their heart beyond repair? But them he meets the reader and something changes?

Idk it seems like a fun dea.

Yandere! Male! Player x gn! Barista! Reader

Uh ohz, here is the player 🙄 there's a little twist to the request, meowing! I hope you don't mind. (Another Greek mythos twist. Not as blatant as Hades though. Only a bit of the Greek mythos is grabbed, not all.)

I'll see to it how can we break this little man

ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

AND, I AM GOING TO STOP TAKING NEW YANDERE REQUESTS! But, I am going to take asks about the existing yanderes now!

Yandere! Player name: Amor

A resounding slap echoed throughout the bustling cafe, silencing the people talking to each other. The woman, tear stricken and angry, looked at the man in front of her.

"We're over!" She yelled before stomping away from the cafe, leaving the man behind.

The people started to gossip amongst each other, but one particular action by the man stunned them.

He just sat down, took out his phone, and called somebody.

"Hey, fancy meeting tonight? I just know of this nice cafe. Date, my treat."

Shameless, the people thought as he chuckled and ended the call with a lazy smirk, stirring his coffee and sipping it.

Amor. Extremely handsome man. Charming, always knew how to get the ladies.

That's what made him full of shit since being handsome is his only redeeming quality.

He's arrogant, a bastard, selfish, has a pride taller than the Eiffel tower, and a total player.

He juggles women left and right, flavor of the day, who's gonna be my girl for the morning, afternoon, and night?

Why do people flock to this man again?

Ah, because the Gods favor this bitch.

What did he do in his past life that women love this man?

Well, in his past life, he's a boring nerd.

His family loved him dearly, and wanted him to succeed in life.

So, attending academic camps, prestigious schools, goddamn Kumon? He got it all.

Awards, upon awards. He collects them like pokemon.

Did it make him interesting?

No. All he knew is academics, and no outside skill.

He's book smart, not street smart.

Poor guy wasn't even attractive. So, when he finished University in an Ivy League Uni, he's lost. He doesn't have charisma to charm employers, he doesn't have the confidence to do public work...

Well, that, and NASA already hired him.

What? He is not street smart and has a hard time finding a job himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have connections.

In short, he's a Nepo baby.

At least he's a genius so NASA made sure to use him thoroughly.

But, he felt... Bored.

He wanted more from this life of his.

He wanted a girlfriend for fuck's sake!

So, by some stupid and desperation he himself never thought of doing, he turned to the old gods.

The old Gods, surprised by a sudden influx of eager and desperation of faith from only one man, decided to entertain them.

"PLEASE! WHEN I DIE, MAKE ME EXTREMELY HANDSOME AND HAVE WOMEN LEFT AND RIGHT!"

Oh... That's not...

He's really superficial....

Did the Gods care though? Nah. He's really entertaining. Awakening old Gods just for... Women?

So they granted his wish.

When he died of old age (unfortunately for him.), He woke up to another wealthy and loving family. But this time, he's the son of a world renowned Kpop idol, and a Miss Universe.

"This is overkill." Amor thought to himself as his mother cradled her. "But damn, ain't I happy!"

Growing up, even as a kid, girls liked him. He felt like on the top of the world. He retained his memory, so he's practically a gifted child. No, perfect child even!

Except that he's actually a foul kid.

He became arrogant, a snob. Someone who viewed himself too highly for people.

But do his parents care?

Eh...

They spoil the kid a lot. And turn a blind eye to his lack in manners.

Again, went to prestigious Universities, to Kumon, academic camps.

Everything was a breeze for him now.

He got a job as a model immediately. He decided to not go down the academic path, but use his parents' connections once more to climb up the showbiz ladder!

He's still a Nepo baby in this life.

Well, again, his handsomeness is almost too good to be true (work of the goddess of beauty), so his model career is skyrocketing in success.

And women.

Countless of them.

He cycles through them like toilet paper. Throwing them away once he's got his fill.

Yet, people don't care.

He somehow built a reputation off of being a player. When people say that "he broke somebody's heart again!"

"Eh, what did you expect from being in a relationship with Amor?" They would say with a shake of their head and a smile.

That's how much the Gods intervened with his life.

Once he sets his eyes on someone, he 100% would get them.

Unless....

"Tsk. Where can I go now..."

Amor paced around the street, turning heads left and right as this man sculpted by the gods had a worried look on his face.

The cafe he frequents closed down, now he needs a new place to take his women to dates to.

He's about to get his phone when a flyer hit him directly on his face. With an irritated glower, he grabbed the flyer.

"ow! What the f... Oh?"

He stopped, seeing the content.

"new cafe open?"

It looks like a generic cafe. But what was interesting was that the cafe is located in an indoor garden. Like a greenhouse.

"This is interesting. Women love flowers, don't they? And a garden of all places!" He laughs, making the gods stir from the sudden new cafe they got.

They all fuzzed, saying that this would be a good place. But, the goddess of Beauty stirred. Saying she got a bad feeling about this.

"relax, nothing will happen."

And when he got inside the cafe, he immediately got shocked by the barista, you.

Has there ever been an ethereal beauty like you? Someone... Someone who rivals even the goddess of beauty herself?!

The goddess stirred again, shackles raised. She never made you, so why are you this attractive?

Then, the goddess whispered on his ear.

It's to make you fall in love with a monster. Someone ugly, a beast... Anything to get your status down! Nobody can be as beautiful as her!

Envy filled the goddess as she gave Amor arrows to hit you with.

Now, assigned with the task of making you fall in love with what the goddess call a 'monster', he sets off to your house in the middle of the night. With the help of the other Gods, he became invisible and flew on to your balcony.

With a creak, your balcony doors opened. Making him shimmy inside through the small crack.

Yet, fate tempted him as the moonlight hit your form. In a vulnerable state, your androgynous beauty is amplified. Your long eyelashes, your skin... Your figure...

Truly, your beauty rivaled the goddess. No, you were more beautiful than her.

His throat dried, eyes glazed over.

Gods, are they tempting him?

It would be a waste for you to fall in love with an ugly guy.

His fingers twitched, trying to grab the arrow.

"OW!"

He seethed, doubling over as he clutched his finger. It got pricked by the arrow.

He somehow forgot a crucial information.

'whoever the first person the pricked sees if the arrows only pricked one, they will fall in love with the first person they sees.'

And, as his eyes irritably looked at you, overwhelming love filled inside him as he gasped in the sudden influx of emotions.

He kneeled down, eyes wide.

He's rigid. All he could see is your form. Lovely and so bright.

And hid eyes softened. A dull light in it as his lips twitched into a lovesick smile.

He was already attracted to you before, and now, pricked by the arrows, he's utterly obsessed with you.

With a twitch of his hand once more, he grabbed the arrow and stabbed himself fully to the thigh.

"GAGH!"

He doubled over, gasping, twitching for air as his heart pulsed through his ears. His eyes frantically finding your sleeping form before letting out a shaky moan from the satisfaction.

It was like a drug. Everytime he sees you, he gets overwhelmed with feelings of affection.

Is this what love is about?

And before he knows it, the arrows are all used up.

It was morbid, seeing this man stabbed with so many arrows.

But his face says otherwise. Like a drugged up man, overdosed on ecstacy, he was in a drooling trance from the addictive feeling of love for you.

The arrow is effective enough by one arrow, and now this?

Well, let's just say...

"I count, right?" He shakily asked the gods. "I'm a monster, somebody who breaks women's heart left and right."

He trembled, standing up.

He walked over to you, legs unsteady as he dropped to his knees once more and planted his lips on your own.

It tasted, you tasted so sweet, divine upon his lips.

He wants more, but he can't risk waking you up.

"Goodbye, my love. See you tomorrow." Amor whispered, grabbing your hand and dragging his nose on your skin and inhaling your scent. Exhaling shakily, he stood up and flew away.

Let's say, the goddess of Beauty was really angry at him.

But her condition, a 'monster', fits him. So, what can she do?

She gritted her teeth and looked at him with hatred, yet complacency.

You're so pretty, it hurts.

"Welcome to the Psyche cafe! How may I help you-- oh hello, sir Amor! The usual?"

Amor slowly nodded, clearing his throat.

"yes. The usual."

It's been weeks since then. And he made sure to make himself a regular in the cafe. He stopped going on dates, and pulled a lot of strings to somehow burry the player accusations. He knows he can't really burry it all.

So he made (threatened) the women he dated to be positive about him.

He wants to fly on your radar, spot on the middle, so bad.

So, with the invisibility power he got from the Gods, he always followed you. Even up to your home.

At first, his heart pounded like crazy. What if he suddenly appeared? Will you be freaked out? Surprised? Will you run away--

No, you can't run away.

Like you can, anyways.

He knew of your favorite food, fashion sense, hell, your taste in men...

He slowly changed himself into the man of your dreams.

Like a persona he integrated into himself, this sudden change shocked the people. But, they welcomed this change.

"Is he in love, that's why he's changing?"

More than that.

He's making himself into the perfect boyfriend for you.

Now, all he needs is you!

"Here's your coffee, sir!" You greeted with a sweet smile that he swore he had to grab his soul from leaving his body. "Enjoy!"

He gently grabbed the coffee and as usual, gave you 200$.

"sir..." You grimaced.

"Please, just accept it." He smiles. "You've always been a pleasant person to talk to, y/n. So, just see it as a generous tip. That I frequently give."

You looked down at the bill and smiled. Warmness spreads through your chest.

"thank you s--"

You looked up, and froze from the look he's giving you.

Deep, crazed...

Obsessed.

You shivered in fear.

Sensing your eyes on him, he coughed loudly, averting his eyes before returning to the man you knew.

Or did you actually know him?

You don't even know anymore.

But hey, he gives huge tips.

"Thanks again for the coffee." Amor smiles, trying to sweep what happened under the rug as he waved at you.

He went to his usual table. Somewhere secluded, yet has a clear view of you surrounded by flowers.

He observes you. Plans on what to do next.

He knew he can't just waltz in and whisk you away. That's barbaric.

But he's not opposed to the idea though...

He smirks.

He can probably pull tons of strings for you to end up in his arms.

He loves you, don't mistake that.

But, a little bit of... Force would be good.

He's an impatient man.

Also, did he mention that he's a selfish asshole?

How about, making your life so miserable. Getting you kicked out of this cafe, your family suddenly getting a huge debt...

Something he knows you can't pay immediately.

And his family would coincidentally sponsor you by giving you a condition of marrying him!

Anything to be with you, really.

Or, just steal another arrow and hit it with you. That's also plausible.

But, the goddess is pissed with him. So that's the last resort.

He sips his coffee and crosses his long legs.

He's favored by the Gods anyways.

His eyes narrowed slightly as you interacted too amicably with your coworker. An obvious blush on the coworker's face as he got too touchy with you.

No, everyone in the cafe is enamoured with you. Your beauty too good for this world.

He gripped the handle of his cup.

But first, let's get rid of potential rivals, yes?

You are only his.

What is there to fear? He has the resources in his hands to make you his.

You didn't know yet, but your fate is already sealed, tied, and shackled to him.

You don't really have a choice.

#lizzaneiaelizalde #yandere writing #yandere imagines #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic

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darkwolf989 · 2 months

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Outside the Office Part Fifteen

Hi All! Maybe a trigger warning for Valentino being himself and Hell being Hell?

Enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated!!

When I woke up, my cheek was pressed firmly against the middle of his chest. Every inch of me tingled, and I pressed deeper into him as the fire in my belly restored itself. Under me, he stirred and let out a yawn.

“Good morning, my princessa. How do you feel?” He asked sleepily as he ran his hand down my back.

“Energized and refreshed, Ready for round two.” I said eagerly. I rolled over and pushed myself on top of him. I sank my hips against him. Under the sheet that separated us, I felt his cock harden. He sat up, any sleepness he had left vanished as he sprung to life. He interlaced his fingers with mine and before I could blink, I was pinned under him, blankets kicked aside.

“Ready for round two, hm?” He growled as he kissed down my neck.

Enthralled by the feeling of him against me, I almost missed the surge of power that pulsed through the room. I missed covering myself with a blanket by seconds. Lucifer stood at the base of our bed, his arms crossed. The warm feeling of shame and embarrassment spread through me. He didn’t look surprised at our position, but he certainly didn’t look thrilled either. Valentino yanked the blanket over the two of us and I opened my mouth to tell Lucifer exactly where to go.

Lucifer cut me off before I could say a word. “Whatever kinky shit you two are doing needs to wait, I need to see all four of you in the living room, now!” He snarled. “And by that I mean, get dressed in the next thirty seconds or someone will die. Literally.”

With that he vanished. Valentino and I exchanged looks and quickly got ourselves dressed.

“You know, someday, I’m going to be powerful enough to just drop into his fucking bedroom,” I grumbled.

Valentino laughed and took my hand in his. Together we walked out to the living room where a sleepy looking Vox and Velvette also sat on the couch. Lucifer paced back and forth in the front of the room. He looked up when we entered.

“Took you long enough. You’re going to want to sit for this. Vox, could you put it up on the screen for us?” Lucifer asked.

Vox yawned and with a zap of electricity the screen lit up. Video footage of carnage and chaos, demons screaming as winged angel’s in masks descended upon the city, slashing everything that crossed their paths. Across the streets, bodies lay in heaps, crimson washing the streets.

“This is footage from last night. As you can see, my negotiation with the angels didn’t exactly go as planned. They came down last night, at midnight, in droves and slaughtered everything in their sight for approximately four hours before ascending back to heaven. At my last count, eight hundred and sixty three demons perished.”

A horrified silence washed over us as we watched the scenes taken from the camera systems set up throughout hell. Men, women, children- anyone on the street was free for the pickings, slaughtered without thought purely for angelic delight.

“Pause. Right there.” Lucifer snapped.

Another zap of electricity froze a face on the screen. I sat up straighter and stood up, red energy collecting at my fingertips. I knew that face.

“Fucking Adam,” I snarled. “That son of a bitch!” Around me, energy pulsed. Lucifer stepped closer to me and took both my hands in his.

“Stop. Control yourself, or all you’ll do is destroy this lovely building. A building that kept you safe last night. Take a breath and sit down,” he pushed me back next to as he let go of my hands. He shot Valentino a look. “You. Keep her calm before she inadvertently causes me a host of inconveniences.”

“Settle, mi amore. I’m upset too, but nothing you do at this moment will fix this,” he said gently. “Logic, and emotion combined equal control. Remember?”

I took a deep breath and slowly, the energy at my fingertips began to fizz out.

Lucifer nodded in approval. “Good. Now, onto the next point. If we want to stop this, we need to figure something out fast, and Reader, you’re our best shot. Tell me everything you know about this Adam character. From what I could tell, he was their leader last night.”

Oh where to begin? Adam, or as he called himself, “the original dick” was our Creator's first attempt at making a male specimen. When Eve took a bite of the apple of knowledge, offered to her by Lucifer, it caused them both to fall. Adamn, by default, ascended into heaven, free of sin because he never learned what sin was. He was the only being in that loophole. In addition, he was the leader of the group in heaven that rallied hard for the new order, and although I wasn’t sure, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had been the one who put the final knife into my father. He was a rotten, sexist, egotistical asshole who hit on me more than once and when I turned him down hard he told everyone in heaven that I put out for him. The wildfire that rumor caused was nothing short of a nightmare, and it took more than one invasive test to prove he was a lying rat. Of course, even when I was proven innocent, people still whispered.

I wondered what they would think of me sleeping with Valentino?

I relayed this information as concisely and accurately as I could, sparing no detail. When I shared his personal attack towards me, Valentino sat up straighter, and his hand took mine. Silence again fell over our group.

“Heaven is fucked up,” Valentino said finally. “That might be true, but they have power we don’t. At least, at the moment. That could change, and that’s where you come in. Reader…” Lucifer said. He looked me in the eye. “I need you to

start forming soul contracts. I need you to collect as many souls as you possibly can between now and their next visit. As a fallen angel alone, I don’t have the power to beat them but you being half demon hold the key.”

“How do you know this?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Honestly? I don’t. It’s my best guess based on eons of knowledge. And it’s our only shot, otherwise I am out of ideas. The angels know they have the upper hand when it comes to power.”

“Wait, Lucifer. You said they would come again. Do you know when that is? Did you and heaven come to any sort of agreement, or….”

Lucifer looked pained. “Six months. I bought us six months in between exterminations. And on that day, they can come and kill as many demons across as many rings as they desire within the span of four hours. I tried, my reader. But I would not give them the one thing they wanted.”

I felt my anger grow. “What could possibly be more important than saving your own people?”

His expression changed for the briefest of moments. “You.”

Our eyes met.

“Send me your contract for review once it’s written.”

And with that he vanished.

I looked at the three of them. Despite the panic I felt, they looked relatively calm.

“Alrightly then I guess we’ll get you started collecting souls tonight,” Vox said nonchalantly. He yawned as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. “I got here first so I’m making breakfast! What do you want?”

“Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.” Velvette answered.

“You got it!” Vox called back.

From the living room, I could hear the sounds of pots and pans banging around. Inside, I felt sick. How could I possibly be hungry after watching the carnage on television? How could they possibly be so calm?

“Nothing we do or say is going to change the past,” Velvette answered when I expressed my frustration. “And not eating won’t fix anything.”

I considered her point but couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right. Either way, sitting here wasn’t going to help either. The need to move overcame me and I stood up, pacing behind the couch.

Valentino watched me silently, a displeased expression on his face.

“I have a question.” I asked after a few minutes of his eyes watching me. “How many souls can I collect in a day?”

Valentino stood up and wordlessly moved himself to the table, spinning his chair so that he was looking at me. “There is technically no limit. But in taking ownership, you bind yourself to that soul and the promises you make. And doing so, especially the first few times, can be physically and emotionally exhausting. So I would limit yourself to one or two. We usually don’t do more than ten a night, right Vox? Vel? Any input?”

Velvette shrugged. “I’d rather go out every night and give myself time in between. That lets me make sure I’m carrying out the terms of the contract as I agreed, and ensure they are as well.”

“And I’d rather go out a few times a week and come back with a couple of souls each time,” Vox called from the kitchen. “Traveling is a pain in the ass. I just want to get it done all at once.”

“You won’t be alone either, reader. I will guide you, Valenitno said gently, “If of course, you decide to do what Lucifer has asked.”

That was the question. As much as Lucifer had posed it as a requirement, at the end of the day the decision to collect souls was my own choice. Maybe a few months ago I would have scoffed at the idea and taken what I perceived to be the moral high road. But knowing what I know now, and in light of the amount of deaths that would take place if I didn’t, I could swallow the uncomfortableness of owning a soul if it meant a better outcome all around.

“I will, I don’t see a better option and well…Velvette has shown me that offering a contract is the lesser of the two evils. Speaking of, do you have a contract I could use? Or well, anything I could offer them? Because let’s be honest, even with Lucifer being who he is, I’ve got nothing to provide for them.”

“You do…have things, mi amore. And talent,” Valentino said slowly. “Granted, it's more military based…what if we contracted these souls to be trained as you were- to battle for hell when needed?”

“Doesn’t Lucifer have his own army of demons?” I asked.

Even from the kitchen, I could hear Vox let out a snort as he answered. “I mean, yeah. Sort of. But he only calls on it to handle things like riots and keep his citizens in line. It isn’t organized, like I assume the angels are.” He walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the couch where

Velvette sat. “What if we created a dual contract? One that required them to spend a day or two each week training with you, and required them to be called on to fight any battles that may arise? We can house any souls you acquire and take care of them- that isn’t an issue. We can also add in something about how during their off days they will be required to work for one of us. The language on this might be tricky, but since Lucifer is looking it over I’m sure it will be ironclad and ensure that you are in no way, shape or form held accountable.” He leaned over and pecked Velvette on the top of the head before he returned to the kitchen.

“That feels a little tricky,” I said slowly, picking up the pace ever so slightly. “And more than a little dishonest. Shouldn’t they know what they’re signing up for? The whole consent argument?”

“I mean, mi amore, is it better to let them choose the fate of the sins? Or offer them a safe landing? At heart, what they do here doesn’t really matter. It’s more important to provide a better outcome for them where you can. And you can always say no,” Valentino replied. “The consent argument- I believe you’re referring to what my job entails- comes into play in a paragraph stating that we will come to a verbal agreement regarding their participation in my business. A verbal agreement that can be altered between the two parties as necessary.” He paused. “That isn’t the exact language of course, but the general idea. This way if I have an employee who requires an…unexpected rest period, we can verbally agree together on that, so no one breaks the contract.”

I considered it. They had a point, and as long as I was being upfront and honest with the souls I interacted with, and offered them the better of the two choices, I was still doing the right thing.

“Come on you guys, enough of this discussion. I’ll write something up and send it to Lucifer later today. Once he approves it, we can go from there- but for now, breakfast is hot. Come eat.” Vox said as he carried two big platters to the table.

I filled up my plate with pancakes and bacon and settled myself back on the couch. Velvette, ever so quick to change the channel, put on one of our mutually agreed upon shows. Valentino reached over and squeezed my hand gently, a silent reminder that he was there. I gave him a smile and set my fork down, leaning over a pressing a sticky maple syrup kiss on his lips.

When breakfast finished, Valentino and I made our way back to his room.

“Do you need to work today?” I asked as I sat on his bed. “If so, that's fine, I’ll go down and help Vox write the contracts.”

“I do, princessa,” he stripped his pajamas off and walked over to me and bent down, pressing his lips to mine. “But first, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

Ah fuck. The red hot feeling of desire bubbled up in me as he slowly undid the buttons on my pajamas.

“God damn it, Valentino,” I groaned as he took his time with each unhook.

“Oh, mi amore. Are you eager?” he asked teasingly. He bent over and in the span of a kiss, my shirt was undone and my pants tossed aside.

“Eager is an understatement,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his neck. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

A grin spread across my face as he pushed himself on top of me. “As you wish, my princessa.”

Two hours, one hot shower where I discovered the use for that tiled bench, and a visit to Velvette later, I walked into Valentino’s studio and took my place beside him.

“Ah, welcome mi amore,” he said softly, reaching over and squeezing my hand before turning his attention back to his work. “Angel! Where the fuck are you?”

I watched as Angel Dust strutted out of his dressing room and took his place on stage. Valentino looked at me apologetically, and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. By the time he turned his attention back to the stage his expression had hardened, and the cruelness Valentino kept hidden from me showed itself in full form. Roughly, he stood up and strode across the room. He grabbed Angel and pushed him into the chair before leaning down and pressing his lips against Angel’s.

As much as I knew Valentino didn’t want to, the entire thing turned my stomach. and instead, chose to look away and focused my attention instead on the employees that scurried around as quickly as they could. Finally, I heard the click of Valentino’s boots come closer and I gave the scene my attention once more. I watched as he lifted Angel Dust up onto the chair, Angel’s eyes red from a mix of the pleasure and the high. Valentino took his seat, observing carefully as the demons tied Angel upright.

“And…Action.”

I watched as yet another violent scene unfolded, wincing with each slap and shout of pleasure that came from Angel. Not soon enough, Valentino called cut and sent the film to editing.

“Come, princessa. Lunch time.” He stood up and stretched.

Both on and off the stage, demons scurried around moving set pieces. Angel himself stood up and offered me a toothy smile before he disappeared back behind the door to his dressing room.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to the…cruelty.” I said once Valentino and I were safely in his office. I perched myself up on his desk and picked through the options housekeeping had brought in for lunch.

“Part of my job is to provide satisfaction for those who require a certain type of emotion or imagery in order to feel pleasure,” Valentino said patiently. “You cannot judge anyone based on their needs. As long as no actual harm is done, and consent is appropriately acquired, there is no harm in allowing fantasy to come to life on the screen.”

“I guess,” I said slowly, “but it's just so different from what we do.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve officially had sex twice in your life. We haven’t even explored other ways to make things fun, let alone all of the other…options your body has for me. You might find you like some of these kinks.” He reached over and chose a sandwich. He kissed me on the forehead and took his seat behind the desk. “So quit judging and choose something to eat, or I’ll make you.”

“Yes, Daddy..” I responded teasingly. Instantly, the vision of my father popped into my head and an icky feeling flooded through my body. I involuntarily made a face. “Okay, that one isn’t for me.”

“First of all, you’re not engaging in that kink in the correct context. And it’s fine if it isn’t for you, but you still don’t get to judge those who do enjoy that kink,” he replied. “Especially not in my studio. Understood?”

“Yes Valentino,” I rolled my eyes and reached over, picking up the container of pasta salad. “Do you have a fork?”

He opened his desk drawer and rummaged around a bit before handing one to me. “Here,” he looked at my lunch choice with disapproval. “You can’t just eat carbs. You have to have some sort of protein too.”

“You know what I read online? Cum is an excellent source of protein.” I answered nonchalantly as I unwrapped the plastic utensil covering.

His face went red and he coughed before he broke into a laugh. “Princessa. Where did you find time to read up on that?”

“I had plenty of time over the past few weeks. I learned a lot,” I leaned forward to kiss him and set my lunch aside.

His lips met mine and he sat back. “Oh? Like what, mi amore? Do share your studies with me.” He pointed to the open container of pasta salad, “and eat while you do. I’m on a time limit here and therefore so are you.”

I groaned. “Valentino. I am trying to be sexy.”

“You do that effortlessly, my princessa. And as much as I would love to tame that dirty mouth of yours right this very second, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. Now eat, before I make you.”

“Oh? And how are you going to make me?”

He was on his feet and before I could react, he had me off the desk and against the wall, his body pressed against mine and one hand ever so lightly touched my throat.

“V-val?” My voice cracked as I looked into his eyes. The sharpness I had seen earlier shone through.

“You asked,” he breathed sharply into my ear. “And I’m answering. Now are you going to eat, or do I need to make you?”

Was it fear that flooded through me, or desire? In the moment, I couldn’t tell. It made me sick in the studio to watch him treat his employee’s like this but when it was me? Part of me was turned on in a way I could have never expected. But another part, a slightly larger part of me felt afraid, genuinely afraid that he would hurt me. I felt myself tremble.

“I-I’ll eat. I’m s-sorry.” I choked out after a few moments.

His expression softened, “that’s my girl.” He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from my throat. He watched me carefully for a moment before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “Mi amore, did I frighten you?”

“Yes and no?” I answered as honestly as I could as I tried to sort through my feelings on what just happened. “Some stupid part of me thought that was sexy.”

He kissed my forehead. “No part of you is stupid, my love. I proved my point- again. You cannot judge someone on what they like- especially if you don’t have any experience in the matter.” He lifted me up and popped me back up on the desk. He handed me my now unwrapped fork and the open container. “Now eat, before I make good on my promise.”

“You would never actually…hurt me though, would you?” I asked hesitantly. That would be the deciding factor- his dominance was sexy, but to be hurt by him was another thing entirely. I took a bite of my lunch and waited for him to answer.

He shook his head vehemently. “No. Mi amore, no. I would not. There are other ways to…convince you to follow my directions without inflicting punitive pain.” He took a bite and chewed thoroughly and then swallowed. “Though if that did turn you on- even a little- we should decide on a safeword now. So if we do get a little rough in the moment, we both have a clear cut way to stop if things get to be too much.”

I gave him a quizzical look. “What is a safe word?”

He grinned. “Ah. Something my little researcher hasn’t discovered on her own? The idea is simple- if you say a key word while we are in the bedroom, I stop. Instantly and without hesitation. The safeword in my studio is Parakeet. Anytime one of my employees utters that word, everything that happens on set stops instantly and the employee is let out of any restraints they may be in.” He paused and opened a bottle of water. He took a sip before continuing. “That’s also why I keep a doctor on staff at all times. Sometimes, accidents and emergencies happen. In house treatment prevents embarrassment and long term injuries. Which in the long run, saves me money.”

“But why wouldn’t you just stop when I tell you to stop?” I asked. “Isn’t that basic consent and respect?”

He shook his head. “Not always. Some people like to feel as though they are being overpowered. And for them, continuing to engage in the act despite begging the other to stop is a pleasure in and of itself. A safeword is something that has nothing to do with the situation and is unlikely to come up in a typical dialogue. It clearly communicates that one revokes consent and the other is to stop immediately. To avoid any confusion, I avoid using our safework in any of my scripts so there is never any mistake. Any ideas for ours, my princessa?”

“I…no. Honestly, no idea, none.” I took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Not a clue.”

He grinned. “So talk it out with me. The goal is to bring attention to the fact that something isn’t right- and kill the mood, or the vibe. However you want to describe the heat of the moment. Some people use a stop light system of sorts- yelling yellow for getting close to needing to stop and red for actually revoking consent. Think about something that if you said- or even if I said- would stop you in your tracks. And of course, something that you would be comfortable shouting.”

I looked at him blankly and hesitated as an idea slowly formed. “How about the word safe? Cause you make me feel safe…”

He smiled. “Safe. A little generic, but I like it.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “If you ever feel uneasy, unsure or want to stop- just say the word “safe” baby girl. And I promise to stop right away. And the same goes for me.”

“I can’t imagine you ever needing a safe word,” I said, tossing my now empty container in the trashcan next to his desk.

He laughed, “I have some hard limits. We all do.” He stood up and tossed his own wrapper in the garbage. “Come on, I need to get back to work.”

I jumped off the desk and followed him out. I took my place beside him once again. The clock on the wall ticked three o’clock, and as much as Valentino was invested in his work, I had the distinct feeling that the next few hours would drag by.

#the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x wife #vox x reader #valentino x you #hazbin fluff #valentino #hazbin hotel #the vees x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin x reader #x reader

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the-froschamethyst4 · 4 months

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“I May Be Drunk But I Don’t Lie”

𖤐Pairing: Fiancé! Alejandro x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, hints of smut, mentions of a child, language, drinking, drunk talk, praising, slight somnophilia, manhandling, male masterbaition, hand job, blowjob, slight aggressiveness, P in V, edging,

𖤐Summary: Alejandro comes home drunk after going out with his friends

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12:20AM

Alejandro was doing karaoke drunk karaoke, singing Firework by Katy Parry with Soap, it was more of yelling at each other than singing really.

"Ah! Maldito idiota, jabon, (you fucking idiot, Soap) that's my line!" Alejandro yells.

"Shut up! There are no designated lines," Soap yells as well.

After a while Alejandro and the guys were now drunk off their asses and being loud, the bartender soon called them an UBER cause ain't NO WAY they are driving and most likely all their wives were asleep, and don't want to come pick up their drunk husbands.

Alejandro, Soap and Ghost were arms linked with each other as they marched to the UBER and Price and Gaz all laughed at their stupidity.

"Where to?" The UBER driver asked.

"Home, driver!" Soap yells.

"Uhh~?"

"Here," Price gave him his phone with all their addresses and the first one was Alejandro.

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1:12AM

Alejandro saw his home and called out in the car that it was his place. He opened his front door and called into his home, kicking his shoes off at the front door and started undressing himself and heading to the master bedroom.

Alejandro bumped into the wall and apologized to it before leaning on the bedroom door frame, his hands on top of the doorway and looked at his sleeping wife.

She was on her side her hand resting on her baby sons plump stomach, he must've just eaten. Alejandro walked in hitting his knee on the bedpost of the bed.

"Ow, bitch," he grumbles under his breath.

He put on some pajama pants, no shirt and looked at his wife, then at his son. Santiago let out a soft yawn and moved his head to the other side.

Alejandro pushed himself closer to his wife. His crotch against her ass, she slightly stirs in her sleep, her other hand almost knowing where his head was.

"Mmm~?" She hums.

"Shhh~" he shushes Y/n, his right hand holding her waist still pressed against her.

"Ale."

"I'm here, mi amor (my love)," he says, kissing her neck then behind her ear. "You look so good."

"You're drunk," she mumbles.

"And what if I am?"

"How'd you get home?"

"An UBER," he says, kissing her neck again. He slightly grinds on her ass, they both let out a soft moan. Y/n looked at her baby son, and quickly picked him up.

"Mami," Alejandro whines.

"I have to put him back," she whispered yells at him.

Alejandro groans and looks up at the ceiling then at the tent in his pants. He pulls his cock out being impatient and started to pump himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined his hand as his wife's. Pumping himself faster and faster, his thumb pad moving against his tip. He then feels his wife's hand, she moves his hand and looked down at her.

"Starting without me?" She asked, leaning down and kissing his tip and then kissing under his dick.

He smirks and lets her do all the work, his left hand behind his head and his right getting a handful of her hair.

Her tongue felt good around him. He tossed his head back and bucked his hips up, his dick the back of her throat.

"God, I forget how good your mouth feels," he groans. "God, keep going, mi amor," he says.

She looks up at him through her messy bed hair. She closed her eyes and started to move faster, he helps every now and then, bucking his hips up and loving the feeling of her humming around him sending vibrations through his body.

Y/n knows when he's close to coming, when he throws his head back and a deep moan comes from his lips.

She pulls her mouth away and now earning a deep groan, he was annoyed that she moved her mouth.

"Hey," he says, looking at her a bit annoyed, but his annoyed expression left when he watched her strip from her pajamas. Removing her silk top seeing her harden nipples, then pulling her shorts down seeing no panties. "Holy fuck," he says.

She crawls on top of him and lines himself at her entrance. Her left hand on his shoulder and her right trying to coax him inside of her, but his patience ran thin and he had Y/n on her back and him above her.

"Ale-"

"SHH!" He lets out a sharp 'shush' and pushed himself inside of her quickly hitting her spot, earning a loud moan from her.

"AH!" She moans.

"Shhh, now, you don't want to wake up, Santi, do we?"

"N-No."

"Good...little cockblocker, remember when he woke up and we were both close to coming?"

"Ale-Alejandro."

"Yes?"

"Shut up, p-please," she moans.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, kissing her lips as his thrusted inside of her.

He stuck his tongue inside her mouth, tongue fighting, he pulls away and saliva hit her chin and some landing on her chest. He attacks her neck, kissing her and leaving some purple bruises on her neck.

Her fingers went through his dark brown hair kissing her cheek and then neck.

"Alejandro, I-I'm close-"

"I know, mi amor, I am too," he moans thrusting a few more times, but they were getting sloppy.

She threw her head back, moaning and feeling a knot in her stomach, she falls on her back, her hands being held down by Alejandro's right hand.

"Fuck, fuck, you're so good, mi amor," he coos, kissing her neck.

He grabs her wrists pulling her up, so she was back on top of him, she bounces on his dick. But she could barely keep herself up. She fell on Alejandro chest and he starts thrusting up.

"A-Ale-"

"I know, I know, come, mi amor, come," he says as she felt herself coming down his dick, he pulls out and cum squirts from his tip, his hands resting on her hips.

As Y/n had fallen on his chest.

"Mi amor?" He hears soft snores from her. "Amor? Are you asleep?"

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7:00AM

Y/n had woken up to the sound of giggling, she knew it was Santiago, but what was he laughing at? Y/n was completely naked under the covers as she heard Santiago.

She grabs a shirt off the floor along with some clean panties from her dresser. She goes down the hall and saw Alejandro, on his side playing with Santiago's stuff animals.

Alejandro brought the stuffed dinosaur to Santiago's nose and made a 'boop' sound.

Santiago then looked past Alejandro and started to make grabby hands towards, Y/n. She walked in and sat next to Alejandro picking up her baby boy.

"Good morning," Alejandro says.

"Good morning," she leans down and kiss his lips. "How's your head?" She asked.

"You should, I give the best don't I?" She didn't get it at first but once she got it, she playfully smacked him. "Alejandro! You know that's not what I meant," she groans as Alejandro laughs.

"Hurts a little, I took some headache medicine, but it wasn't kicked in yet," he says, now placing his head on Y/n's lap. Santiago placed his hands on Alejandro's face and Y/n placed him on Alejandro's chest.

"I'm going to make breakfast," she says and Alejandro lifted his head up.

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Y/n had Santiago in his highchair feeding him his breakfast. Alejandro watched from his spot, his beautiful wife feeding his baby boy. His palm against his face and his other was bring his fork to his mouth and eating.

"Alejandro?"

"Hm?"

"Once you're done eating could you unload the dishwasher, please? I have to change, Santi."

"Sure, mi amor," he says as she picked up Santiago and kissed Alejandro's temple and then lips.

"Thank you," she says as she walked away.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #alejandro mw2 #alejandro cod #alejandro x reader #alejandro vargas

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didishawn · 1 year

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could you write pedri scoring a goal against the y/n brother’s team and then telling him « that goal was for your sister » to piss him off

El Clásico (Pedri x Reader)

Warnings: lots of Spanish, El Clásico (Real Madrid vs Barça), no mentions of who your brother is -only that he is a bit of a little shit and plays for Real Madrid, cursing and fights

Masterlist

Your brother, doesn't matter how much you love and adore him, is admittedly an asshole, after a Real Madrid match, the internet is full of videos of him teasing other players or the fouls he committed.

To say he isn't a fan of you relationship with Pedri -a player for his team's ultimate rival- doesn't surprise anyone, often making off handed comments whenever you bring the Canarian home for dinner when he plays in Madrid, or the opposite when your brother blays in Barcelona.

If a day of El Clásico stresses a normal person out -doesn't matter if the person is a football fan or not, Madrid or Barcelona has a strange air during these special days-, needless to say is that you hate when these matches take place.

The stress of choosing who to cheer for is big, fans criticise you whichever side you take, you are called a traitor from both sides.

Still, you could never not go to the matches, wanting to be there for support of your brother and boyfriend -whose relationship is also not that great by the way.

Pedri is a chill boy, everyone knows this, even your brother, so that's why the little shit enjoys it so much to try and push the Canarian's buttons. At the start of the relationship, he had even gone as far as to try and set you up with one of his teammates - since then the relationship has been tense.

You are seated with Fer as you watch the match -you don't dare to wear any representative shirt, still fans take offense of you being with your boyfriend's brother, they seemingly forget your own family hasn't attended and you were not about to sit on your own.

You watch as the Real Madrid players get closer to Ter Stegen, and both you and Fer tense as you watch Araujo and Balde doing their best to kick the ball far away. It seems they are safe, until you see your brother come out of nowhere and kick the ball in, everyone who wears white on the stadium standing up and shouting out for the goal as you see your bother make his usual celebration, then pointing you out and signaling the Real Madrid badge.

You clap slowly, but your smile turns to a frown as you see your brother approach Pedri, and whatever he tells him must be bad as you see the angry look on your boyfriend's face, Lewandowski holding him back as he sees your boy about to respond.

"Que hijo de puta, con perdón, pero a saber que le ha dicho" Fer says and you can't help but nod. (what a son of a bitch, excuse me, but who knows what he told him)

Half time arrives and you excuse yourself from Fer and go downstairs, hopefully you can catch Pedri.

You inmediatly see your boyfriend, of course with your brother on his face, the two, arguing, you run towards them and instantly grasp your brother's arm and push him back.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you demand "Pedri, ¿que te ha dicho?" (Pedri, what did he say?)

Your boyfriend shakes his head "Nada importante, no te preocupes amor, se va a arrepentir" he kisses your forehead and walks away wit the promise to see you after the match, it's only you and your brother left. (nothing important, don't worry love, he will regret it)

You turn to glare at him "Seriously, can you ever not be a fucking asshole?"

He raises his arms, trying to look innocent "Wow! Not my fault he can't take a joke!"

"And just so, we are on the same page, what exactly was this joke about?"

"You know, the usual. How maybe this game will make you open your eyes at how much he sucks and finally change teams and support your big brother and maybe be with one of his teammates" you hit his shoulder "Ow!"

"You think that's funny?"

"Oh come, one just a joke"

"Fucking asshole"

"Look, I will apologise, ok?"

"You better"

Your brother hugs you, and you have never been strong enough to deny him one of his hugs.

The match is on again, and both Fer and you are in awautal of a Barça goal just so your brother can go down a notch.

You wait, it's the minute 72, Barça players are getting closer to Courtois, and like the star he is, your boyfriend kicks the ball in, and the stadium goes wild.

You boyfriend does his celebration, he kisses his badge and turns to point at you, blowing you a kiss, making the Real Madrid followers go mad.

You see Pedri approach your brother, and it's his turn to whisper something.

Minute 92, Lewandowski wins the match with a last minute goal.

The players walk out from the field, Fer and you go down to meet Pedri. You pass by your brother, he gives you a side hug but says nothing, he looks mad.

Pedri appears, running towards him and engulfing you in a hug, the same with his brother.

It is not until you are home that night, the couple of you about to fall sleep, when you ask your boyfriend what he told your brother.

He smirks "Ya sabes, solo que ese gol era para su querida hermana, para que quede claro quien es el que está contigo" (you know, just that that goal was for his dear sister, just so it was clear who is with you)

You can help but laugh, the next family dinner surely won't be boring.

#pedri #barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #spain national team #spain nt #Real Madrid

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alexdelray1 · 6 months

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Mizu x FEM reader nsfw please 🙏

NSFW! Mizu x FEM Reader.

Just remember guys. English isn't my first language.

-Mizu… I think I love you.- I said to my lover.

-Reader, you are terribly amorous.- she replied while changing.

-I can't help it if you treat me like that. It's just a little weird like two girls together. Don't you think so?- I asked her. I was lying sprawled on the bed.

-A brothel owner once told me that no desire is strange or bad. It's just desire. - she said and stripped down to the bandages. She sat on the edge of the bed and I put my hand on her shoulder.

-You have very interesting friends.- I laughed. Mizu put her hand on my hand that was on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

-It's hard to have normal friends with my job.- she commented and I kissed her. The kiss was strong although that was to be expected. Mizu has been very irritable these past few days. I need to help her relax.

The girl quickly took the initiative and placed my upper body on the bed. Her hands started caressing my chest and stomach. She began to sensually touch my breasts through the material.

-No one else has ever touched you like this, right?- she asked, ending the kiss, looking into my eyes.

-Men are overrated and I haven't met another woman interested in me before.- I said truthfully. I placed my hand on her buttock and squeezed lightly.

-You've already met and… - she didn't finish the sentence. She quickly uncovered my kimono and brought her face close to my chest.

-It would be a shame to share this view with some son of a bitch.- she finished and started licking my nipple. Instead of immediately taking care of the other hand, she put her hand on my panties and rubbed it.

-Mizu…- I moaned and moved her body closer to mine.

Her reaction was immediate. She started perfectly and kept teasing my 'button'. Mizu stopped fussing over my breasts and leaned her head close to my ear.

-How about repaying me later? - she asked with a smile. I was already close so all I did was moan and hold on to her arms.

Out of spite, she stopped touching my lower body.

-Hey! Why did you do that? - I asked her. My legs tangled around her hips.

-I asked you something.- she replied with a grumpy look.

-Relax. I'll return the favo-- I didn't finish the sentence because Mizu took off my panties.

-That's something I like to hear.- she commented and moved down to my lower body. She started licking my folds between my legs.

-Oh fuck… Fucking hell. I didn't know it felt like that… - I moaned. I started stroking her head with one hand.

After a while, she got tired of circling her target and started sucking on the glans of her clitoris.

-Mizu! Please! Mizu, fuck! Fuck… Oh fuck. - I came and my whole body suddenly relaxed. Mizu moved closer to my face.

-Did you mean 'Fuck me'?- she asked and laughed.

Maybe…- I replied, slightly embarrassed.

-Don't worry. I'll do it.-

Don't ask me about my mental health...

#x reader #fem reader #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #wlw

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To Begin Again

SEVEN

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic. So, dear readers, just as in this fanfic it's meant to imagine Remus Lupin as being Andrew Garfield and Sirius Black as being Ben Barnes, now I present to you the fancast of Severus Snape as being actor Enzo Vogrincic. Imagine him as Snape if you can.

SIX SEVEN

In the morning, surprisingly, you don't feel a sense of regret. You quickly get ready, trying to avoid encountering Sirius in the bathroom. You can tell he's in his own room by the sounds he's making. After he left your room, you heard him break one or two items in his own room. But you're trying to pretend you're not concerned about him. Or that you're not wondering why he broke those items. As you put on your boots and finish combing your hair, you hear a light knock on your door. You open it to find Remus Lupin, with his hair slightly tousled, holding a package.

"It arrived for you. I decided to deliver it personally because I want to talk to you about yesterday. If you want, of course." Remus says, almost awkwardly, which you find endearing. You take the package from his hand, noticing that there isn't a specific sender. You open the package right there, as your curiosity outweighs anything else. And you're surprised when you see what's inside. A pocket watch and a note. The note reads: "So you can count the time until our reunion, amore mio. With resentment, S." You know exactly who sent this package before even seeing the S as a signature. That son of a bitch found you.

"You wouldn't happen to know if the person who delivered this was a young man with brown hair, slightly long? If he came in here or anything like that?" You ask Remus, noticing he becomes thoughtful. You admit to yourself that if Snape is around, you'll have to be extra careful.

"No, it was delivered by an elderly man. He's usually the one who makes this kind of delivery. Are you okay, Y/N?" Remus seems so concerned about you. Maybe it's because of your sudden nervousness when you received the package. Remus reaches out his hand towards you as if he wants you to know that he's there for you. You looked into Lupin's gentle eyes and held his hand. It's amazing that Remus noticed so easily that you're nervous.

"Can we have this conversation outside? I'm feeling a bit suffocated in here right now." You speak softly, feeling the air around you thinning. Severus Snape still has the same effect on you as before. But he won't be able to intimidate you anymore. Remus nods in agreement and while still holding your hand, he guides you towards the path outside Hogwarts. Before you know it, the two of you are walking towards the forest. It's almost funny how many memories you both have in this forest.

"Do you want to tell me what happened? Or do you prefer just walking until you feel better?" Remus asks after a while of walking in silence, hand in hand.

"Since I have a secret of yours, I guess I can tell you mine. A year ago, I was dating a renowned professor at the school where I worked. He was very influential and at least seemed kind to me. Until one day, I overheard him talking to some parents of our students about collaborating financially to ensure their children didn't fail. After that, I played detective and found out that he deliberately made life difficult for low-income students and passed any student whose parents paid him a good amount of money. So I gathered evidence and took it all to the media. I knew that if I spoke to the school owner, it wouldn't amount to anything. But Snape knew it was me. There were photos of documents he kept at home, and he hated receiving visitors. So it was obvious it was me. When he confronted me, I told him the whole truth. It was a nasty fight. But when he grabbed my arm forcefully, I knew he wasn't the man I fell in love with anymore. So I ended it with him and cut him with a pocketknife. It was a pretty shallow cut, but it got the message across. Since then, I've been avoiding him. That's why I came to Hogwarts. But apparently, he already knows where I am." You pour your heart out to Remus, who looks at you with so much compassion and concern that you feel a sense of comfort even while being so vulnerable. Remus then pulls your hand towards him and hugs you. It's such a delicate and loving embrace that you feel a certain relief.

"Thank you for opening up to me. It seems like we're now connected by our secrets. And I hope you know that if your ex shows up here, you can count on me to defend you. I may not seem like a great defender right now, but at night, I'm the most dangerous creature you'll see. Well, not every night." Remus speaks in a playful tone, making you smile a bit. You both step back a little but continue walking through the forest.

"How does it work for you? If you don't mind me asking." You inquire of Lupin, who's observing some details in the forest. He turns to look at you and then lets out a sigh.

"Well, I was attacked by a werewolf when I was younger. It was quite a shock for my parents when I first transformed. At first, it wasn't as intense as it is now. I was also a much smaller wolf. My parents did their best to handle me. I spent a good part of my time trying to control my temper and chaining myself up when I thought I was going to transform. Then I came to Hogwarts. I was a student here, I met Sirius, James, Lily, Peter, and the others. Here became my home, they became my family at a time when I needed one. My mother passed away a few years after I became what I am today. My father was a good man, but he became somewhat disillusioned with life. And the older I got, the less human and more wolf I became. On full moon nights, of course. Since then, I've been working here, making excuses when I have to disappear and locking myself in a bunker behind that cabin in the forest. It was Sirius's idea for the cabin; he wanted to be close by when I was transforming. The bunker is very well locked, and I can get out as soon as I come to my senses. The problem that led to you discovering my werewolf side the first time was because someone hit me on the head, and I blacked out. By the time I woke up, it was too late. And the second time, it wasn't a full moon. Sirius's theory is that someone deliberately triggered my werewolf side, but I have no idea who or why." Remus seems apprehensive as he finishes speaking. Perhaps it's because he's sharing his story with you, or because of the fact that these recent times, someone sabotaged him, putting himself and others at risk.

"You know it's not your fault what happened, right? And in the end, no one got hurt. I mean…" You say, and Lupin looks at you with a guilty look, as if he's tormented inside. You can feel that he wants to cry, perhaps out of sheer terror of what could have happened. Or because he realizes he doesn't have control over himself.

"You mean, no one died because of me. But I hurt you, Sirius, and could have hurt the children too. I may not have control over my actions, but I remember each one of them. It's the burden I have to carry for still existing on this earth. I could have caused a lot of damage. If something had happened to you all, I wouldn't be able to live with that." Remus speaks emotionally, and you can feel the pain in his words. You then cup his face in your hands and look at him firmly.

"You could have died that night too. I could have caused your death. And I'm not saying that doesn't weigh on me. But you don't have to carry that burden alone. You didn't hurt the children. You didn't kill me or Sirius. You could have, but you didn't." You speak while staring into Lupin's face, wiping away the tears streaming from his eyes. You feel his cheeks lightly caress your hand as his eyes close, feeling your touch.

"Maybe it would have been better if I had died. Then no one would have to deal with my werewolf episodes, and everyone would be safe." Lupin speaks as he gently opens his eyes, looking in your direction. You stroke his face once more, this time running your fingers through his hair.

"It wouldn't be better that way. It would be different but never better. And I believe everyone who cares about you agrees with me." You speak, removing your hand from Remus's face and resuming your walk, while he seems to have stayed still. Did you say something wrong?

"Does that mean you like me?" Remus asks, and you look back, noticing a mischievous smile on his face. You then walk towards him.

"I like you enough to not want you dead. But I think you might have already noticed by the kiss I gave you yesterday. By the way, I'm sorry if I was rude when I justified our kiss to Sirius. I was afraid of causing your divorce, but I think it's fair to say that I enjoyed kissing you. Even knowing that your heart is elsewhere." You speak, looking Remus in the eyes. He takes a step closer to you, which causes a strange sensation in your stomach, a good but different sensation.

"I'm afraid to inform you that my heart is right here. In front of you. Sirius and I love each other, but we don't own each other. Some time ago, we understood that our love for each other and our desire to be together doesn't align with a monogamous relationship." Remus speaks calmly, taking another step towards you. As if he wanted to kiss you again, and the strangest thing is that you would let him. But at this moment, he just adjusts a detail on your blouse, leaving you feeling a little embarrassed.

"And for what reason did you want to talk to me? Besides our kiss and our secrets, I imagine there's a reason for you to want to talk to me so early in the morning." You ask, trying to divert the focus from your reaction to realizing he wasn't going to kiss you. Lupin smiles like a fool.

"There will be a ball at Hogwarts this weekend. I'll have to be absent for a moment to deal with my little problem. But unfortunately, McGonagall wants me to find a substitute to monitor the students at the ball, you know, while they dance. Since Sirius is already one of the monitors because McGonagall forced him to be, I need you to be in my place." Remus speaks as you both make your way back to Hogwarts. Flashes from last night with Sirius run through your head, and you try to imagine what it will be like to monitor teenagers in his company.

"I could argue that I don't think it's a good idea. But I'll make it easy for you and just say that you owe me one. And I'll warn you now that I'm not excited about spending time with your boyfriend." You speak as you're almost reaching Hogwarts; you didn't even realize you were walking so fast.

"You can charge me whatever you want in return for this favor." Remus speaks with a hint of boldness, and you smile. From a distance, you both spot Harry Potter walking back and forth, looking a bit downcast.

"Remus, do you think you can help me avoid going to this ridiculous party?" Harry asks Lupin as soon as he sees him, while the young boy approaches you and Remus.

"My dear Harry, as much as I'd like to help you with this mission, I'm afraid McGonagall wants all students present. And it'll be a good opportunity for you to distract yourself," Remus responds to the boy, who seems bothered by something.

"May I ask what makes you not want to go to this party? Perhaps if we can help you with that, you can attend the party without any issues." You ask, looking at Potter, who has a cute yet grumpy expression as he thinks about how to explain why he doesn't want to go to the party.

"I don't want to invite anyone to be my date. I don't understand why. But I just don't want to. And it seems like everyone is going to invite someone. So Hermione and Ron have spent the morning talking about who I should ask. I can't take it anymore." Harry says a bit exaggeratedly but still in a funny way. Remus can't contain his laughter, but you seem to have an idea.

"What if you monitor the party with me and Professor Sirius Black? You get to attend the party, keep an eye on your friends, and even monitor Draco Malfoy. I know you must be itching to get back at him for what he said to you recently. Quite an opportunity. What do you think?" You propose to Harry, who quickly smiles as if you've just given him the best news in the world.

"I think it sounds like a good proposal. Thank you, Professor Y/L/N. You can count on my help to monitor the party." Harry speaks, becoming excited, and after bidding farewell to you and Lupin, he runs towards what you think are Hermione and Ron.

"You're good with the kids in this school. Do you want to accompany me to McGonagall's office to tell her that she now has a new monitor for the party and a junior monitor?" Remus speaks, smiling slightly at you, and you sigh. Damn, now you're going to be forced to put up with Sirius and look after Potter while overseeing the party.

"Lead the way, sir." You reply to Lupin, hoping he will guide you to McGonagall's office. He then takes your hand and leads you.

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silent-raven13 · 9 months

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You're my Habichuelas to my Beans on Toast! 😘

(I know weird title, sounded good in my head 😭😂 Also I was gonna title it The thing about beans, but I didn't like it. Maybe Your my Habichuelas and I'm your Beans on Toast 🤔)

(Warning: Slight mention of alcoholism, child abused; starvation-ish)

Every so often Hobie would come by to the Morales family for dinner, he's been doing it for about three to four years, since he started dating Miles. Maybe more when he used to come by with Gwen and Pav.

Mrs. Morales is always kind to offer them to stay over and eat dinner. Whenever she had a day off, she plans to cook double the amount of food, whenever Miles brought home his friends or as of lately, his boyfriend. Sometimes she would look at his body noticing how skinny he is, she would touch his arms or face to feel the bones under his skin. A habit she always did with Miles, too.

Her Puerto Rican instincts took over, always offering more food, telling Hobie or Miles' friends to take some food home. It's always been that way. The funny thing about Hobie is no matter how much he ate, he always remain skinny.

In the beginning, he was overwhelmed by the amount of plates he had to eat. Always being so stuffed, so full that he felt his stomach bulge out. Miles would laugh at the small round belly he would have, because it looked so odd with his tall body. Hobie gotten so used to rarely eating ever since he ran away from home, living on his boathouse with only a canned of beans and toast were his go-to meal. Oh, and he always have beer, his cigarettes and weed to keep him full.

The punker almost forgot how he used to do it, starving for three days at a time. Now, he gotten so used to Rio's meals, he felt hungry! Been a long time since he felt that way, he recalls it was his early childhood when his mother wouldn't buy food for days at a time leaving him and his siblings to starve or search anything in the kitchen. And you guessed it!

They would find a canned of Beans and left over white bread. Their mother would be knocked out from drinking too much, or she would go to the bar leaving them alone. Hobie had to heat up the canned of beans and split it with eight of siblings, always trying to make it last long enough- How he did it? He would add water, steal some vegetables to give it the Jamaican flare, and sometimes his other siblings would hustle on the street to buy a loaf of bread.

He always did worried for them, they were so young to be out on the streets trying to wash cars or pretend to be homeless just for some cash. It was the only way to survive with his neglectful mum. That bitch.

Now, he's blessed with an amazing boyfriend that would always bake him goods or give him leftovers from Mrs. Morales. He never felt so loved from the Morales Family, it felt nice to be part of a heartwarming family. Even if Jeff and Billie give him looks, they are protective of their son, which Hobie will have that then them hating him.

Hobie stood on top of a building noticing Miles behind him, "Hey, baby." His boyfriend gave him a side hug and kiss with their masks on.

"Hey, Sunflower."

"You coming over for dinner, right?"

"Right!" Hobie's stomach growling.

Miles's mask eyes widen being surprised at his lovers' stomach, "Is your stomach growling? I don't think I ever heard it growl." The nineteen year old pouted under his mask, "Have you been eating, mi amor?"

"Hah, it's fine, luv. My stomach knows when to eat." His boyfriend chuckles in amusement, "Its good, I can eat."

"Oh good, my mom made a lot of food today. She made arroz con habichuelas, your favorite! Some chicken, fried plantains, mofongo, salad- Baby, so much! She thinks you lost weight!" Miles said out loud.

"Ha, guess I have to eat three plates today."

"It's okay to go easy on yourself," The nineteen year old Spider-man rubs Hobie's flat hard stomach feeling his abs, "Last time you look like your were about to passed out."

"I did over did it with those pastries, huh?"

"Billie and my dad was about to fight you for taking the last one, too." He giggles, he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, "Baby, go easy on yourself today. You can always take the left overs at your place."

"Okay, luv." Hobie lifts up his mask to reveal his mouth, then lifts Miles' to kiss him, "Mmm, I think I'm spoiling myself with dessert first."

Miles chuckles giving him another kissed, this time he snuck in some tongue, "Mmm, me too. You taste so good." He could feel Hobie's hand on his rear. "Haha. Hobie, chill baby. We have dinner with my family."

"Can't help it, you got a nice arse, luv." Hobie kisses him against adding his tongue into the mix. The two let their tongues play with each other to the point Hobie likes to suckle on Miles' tongue giving a low purr sound. Miles would mew back at him with a delightful tone.

Then they both jump hearing Miles' Smartphone ringing out loud causing them to stop, "It's my mom." Miles said being a bit annoyed that she's calling him again. They were getting to the best part of their make out session. He pick up his phone while Hobie continues to kiss him around his cheek and neck. "Hola, mamí?"

Hobie could hear Rio's voice speaking in Spanish, his lips suckling on Miles' neck leaving him a hickey. Just a little surprised to pissed off Jeff. "Sí. Sí! Mami, el viene! Yeah, ma! We're heading there, right now." He could feel Hobie's mouth suckling on his neck giving him a hickey, his hand lightly tap his shoulder to let him stop. "Okay, bye. Love you! Love you, too Billie!" They both could hear the little girl in the background shouting out loud for Miles.

When Miles hung up, he playfully slap his boyfriend's arm, "BAE! You gave me a hickey! Ugh, my dad is so gonna kill you! Do you want to be dead?" He rub where his boyfriend kissed him.

Hobie laughs out loud, "Let him try. Besides, we been together for a good while, darling. He should know by now we have fun, if you catch my drift."

"Ew, BAE! No! I don't want them thinking that. It's weird!" Miles whines with his hand gently punching his boyfriend's chest, almost playing around. "And embarrassing!"

"Awe, but he did saw us making out on your bed!"

"And why did you think he wants the door wide open! He almost threaten to remove it!"

"You're not his daughter! He acting like your his little princess instead of his son."

"Because I am his only son!" Miles whines at his boyfriend, "His baby boy who happens to be bisexual! He's over protective!"

"Too protective, if you ask me. I'm surprised they want to know where your at, or what time your coming home!"

Miles laughs in amusement, "That's what happens when you got a Puerto Rican mom, bae. There's no such thing as freedom under a Black Latino household. I'm just lucky they didn't give me curfews, some of the kids I grew up on my block still have them."

"That's bonkers, luv. I rather be free than at home."

"Why you think I spend most of the time sneaking out, bae?" Miles smirks at him. "Anyway, let's go. My mom said food is hot." He pulled down his mask to cover his mouth as he began swinging to his home, Hobie follows!

"Ya! YAYAYA! Ohh, yummy!" Billie sits in her high chair holding out her spoon being so excited to eat, her mom always makes the most delicious meals. Her favorite would be mofongo and arroz con haichuelas. Something about them makes her mouth water. She had her cute little Doc McStuffin bib on, "Ohh! Oh!" Her eyes saw her dad pouring juice in his cup. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"I'm coming, princess." Jeff chuckles, seeing his kid wanting her juice in a sippy cup.

"Remember to water it down. She can't have too much sugar, mi amor." Rio said to her husband.

Jeff said, "I know the drill, honey." He took a pink sippy cup adding a bit of water then juice to dilute it. Tightening the lib, he handed the sippy cup to his toddler.

"Gracias, papá!" Billie happily took her sippy cup to drink it. "Mmm, juice!"

"Aye, sî, mi bebé." Rio coos at her daughter as she placed a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, she put her hands on her hips. "Where is Miles and Hobie?"

"I don't know. You called me them?" Jeff asked serving Billie's plate and his wife food. Then, he made his own plate.

"Yes, and he said he was almost here! That boy always late."

"Hmph, I'm telling you. Hobie got him running around the streets." Jeff grunts.

"Aye, Hobie only listens to Miles."

"You're telling me Miles is the one telling him what to do?" Jeff asked in disbelief. "I never seen Miles do that."

"He's part Puerto Rican, Jeff. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a bit tóxico or the jealous type with his novio! Remember how I was when we were dating?"

"How can I forget? You always hated when any girl came to flirt with this handsome man." Jeff grins widely remembering Rio being the jealous type and never taking bullshit from anything.

"Hahaha," Billie got her plate of food being happy, "Yummy!" Jeff set his wife's plate and his own on their spot.

"You hungry, mi amor?" Rio asked her daughter watching her take a spoonful into her mouth.

"Mmhhmm," Billie nodded with excitement. What more could she want in life? She got Arroz con Habichuelas, mofongo and her juice! Life is good for her.

Then, Miles quickly open the front door with his key wearing a work out outfit that covers his Spiderman suit underneath him. "Sorry, we're late. Had to catch the bus!" He said out loud sounding like a lie. "Hobie is here!"

"Hola, Mrs. Morales. Hey, dad." Hobie grins widely at Jeff, hearing the older man choking on his own plate of food. Rio cover her hand to hide her laughter seeing the way her husband went to grab his glass of juice to chug whatever he's choking on.

"Excuse me, young man?" Jeff finally asked in his firm policeman tone.

Hobie grins widely like picking on Miles' dad for the heck of it, "Nuthin' just saying hello, pops!"

Miles playfully pat Hobie, "Behave, bae. I'ma go serve you a plate."

Hobie said, "Its fine, luv. I can serve myself." He quickly dodges a dart aimed at him, he looks over to find Billie using her web shooter.

"Damn." She said with a pout.

Rio's eyes widen, "Billie, no se digas eso!" She glares at Jeff, "Did you thought her that?"

Hobie laughs at the way Rio scolding Jeff, he went over to find Miles by the stove getting food for him. The punker rested his head on his lover's shoulder watching him serve his food. "Luv, it's okay. I can serve my-" Miles cut him off, "No, I'll do it. You want more arroz?"

"Yes, darling. Two more scoops."

"Wow, you love rice and beans more than me. Are you sure you're not Puerto Rican, bae?" The nineteen year old chuckles.

"Heh, I am Jamaican, luv." Hobie saw his boyfriend opening another lid that had cooked seasoned chicken, "Two legs, please."

"Okay." He said putting two legs of cooked chicken on the plate.

"There's Mofongo! El necesita comer, Miles!" Rio said out loud.

"Okay, mamí." Miles said to Hobie, "She said you gotta eat Mofongo."

"Ay, tostones, también!"

"And tostones."

"Give me all of it." Hobie kisses Miles' cheek, "I'll eat everything."

Miles giggles, "Alright!"

"Hey, six feet apart, young man!" Jeff eyes the two seeing how close Hobie would get close to his son with his arms around his waist. Nope, he did not like that, his son is too young to be manhandle like that.

"Ay, Jeff. Déjalo!" Rio lightly pat her husband's hands, she turns over to find nothing wrong, "You used to do that to me!"

"Well-I- I was a committed boyfriend at th-" Billie snorted, "Hmmm."

Hobie turns over with grin on his face, "Don't worry, pops. I'm committed to my darling Sunflower." He lay his head on Miles' back who's still busy adding food on his plate.

"It's fine, mi amor." Rio rubs her husband's hand, "Let them snuggle."

"Heh, yo wouldn't like it if Miles was a girl and be 'snuggling' like that." Jeff grunts.

Miles got his own plate of food, "Hey, bae. You thirsty?"

"Yeah, I'll have a pop if you got any."

"Okay." His boyfriend went into the fridge to pull out two glass bottles of Coke Cola, and open the cap with a bottle opener. The two took their own plates and pop to sit beside each other. Rio saw Hobie sitting at the end of the table across from Jeff, which is always funny to see the two facing each other. Miles sat next to his mom while his boyfriend on his right side.

"Oui? Que poquito!" Rio's eyes glanced at Hobie's plate, "Miles, you didn't give him enough!"

Miles look at his boyfriend's plate seeing the mountain of food, "Mamí, I did! Look, he got three big scoops of arroz, dos piernas de pollo yet mofongo. I even gave him five tostones!"

"Mira qué flaco tu novio es! He needs more food, Miles. You gonna need to serve him a second plate." Rio said with a worry tone, somehow she always find a way to overfed her son's boyfriend.

"Baby, he's fine. The boy can't be eating all our food!" Jeff said with a grunt. "Billie may want another plate of mofongo."

"Huh uh!" Billie chews with her mouth covered in food and her bid all dirty.

"Actually I wouldn't mind another plate of rice and beans. It's one of my favorites." Hobie began eating his plate already feeling his stomach being so happy.

"See! He's gonna be a fine Boricua para Miles." Rio smirks at her husband, "He likes the food, I bet you love it more than tu país' comida!"

Miles spoke for Hobie, "Hahaha, ma. Hobie loves England." The two made up a lie that Hobie move to the USA from England to get his music career going as a Punk Star. It's one of the best lies, since they didn't have to worry about meeting his boyfriend's families... not yet that is.

"Say," Jeff began as he uses a fork to get a rice into his mouth, "What do you, British people eat over there? Or ya'll just drink tea and crumpets?"

"Dad! That's rude!" Miles said out loud, being in shock by his dad's words.

"What? Don't they just drink tea and eat those little fancy cakes?" Jeff asked out loud.

"I saw this video on Youtube of this guy going to London and he ate this big English breakfast and it got these steamed tomatoes, sausages, runny egg, and beans! I never knew British people like beans?" Rio asked out loud being surprised about her discovery on English food.

"I dunno... can't trust some white people making beans." Jeff mutters lowly.

Hobie laughs out loud in amusement, he glances at Miles biting his bottom lip, "It's alright, luv. They wanna know." He reassures his partner before talking, "Actually, I grew up with a different experience, my mum was absent and me and my siblings would eat a lot of store bought meals. So, I never actually had those fancy little cakes or English breakfast till... I started my band and made some money."

"So what did you eat growing up?" Rio asked sounding a bit worried. An absent mother? That got alarms ringing in her head.

"Well, I am Jamaican, so my English meals would have a bit of flare, a bit of seasoning- but often I enjoyed a bottle of ale with beans on toast." He said out loud.

Now, Miles' parents knew Hobie drinks, and he used the excuse that English teenagers drink early without being in trouble with the law, it's not illegal unlike here in the USA. "Qué, Qué?' Rio arched her eyebrows, "Beans on toast?"

"Well, I give you that, a nice cold beer is better than any tea with a meal." Jeff grunts. "But what is beans on toast, Mr. Brown?"

"It's ya regular canned beans on a good toast. One of my favorite meals growing up." Hobie casually chews his food.

Miles slowly chews, "Like frijoles con pan? The way Mexicans, and Central Americans eat it?"

"What do you mean, luv?" Hobie arched his eyebrows. "You seen me eat it before."

"Did I?" Miles tries to remember, "Ohhh, wait those are beans? I thought it was jam or some spread!"

"No, darling. Those are beans! The best ones are from the Hienz brand with tomato sauce." Hobie said, he let out a chuckle seeing Miles' parents looked so confused.

"Heinz? Como la ketchup bottle brand?" Rio asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Morales."

"Heinz do make baked beans, but aren't they sweet beans?" Jeff asked, finding his stomach bubbling in a weird way at the thought.

"I never knew..." Rio honestly said, "I'm so used to buying Goya."

"Do you just eat it with toast?" Miles asked, he only ate his Habicuelas with rice, unless if they ever and he means EVER ran out of rice, he would grab a french bread or pan Sabao to eat his beans. It's filling for him to last through the afternoon, but it's very rare. His mom always have stacks of white rice in pantry.

Also he didn't want to judge his boyfriend's favorite meal, when they are eating beans and rice. Not to mention, a lot of Mexicans and Central American folks like to eat refried beans with bread.

"Actually it's a bit sweet cause that tomato sauce, but I always fancy adding more salt to my beans." Hobie began then answered Miles' question, "Growing up we would eat it just like that. Sometimes if we're lucky we get salted butter. Some like it with cheese on top or get a little fancy with an egg yolk, or I've seen some like to add sugar to make it sweeter. I always prefer it savory with some onion, fresh tomatoes, bell peppers and garlic." He chuckles looking at his boyfriend's giving a slight nod.

"Ma!" Billie finished her plate wanting more.

"Quieres mas, mi niña?" Her mom got up to serve her a bit more when Billie drink her juice giving a nod.

Jeff said, "Egg yolk? I think I would've liked it if you ate fancy little cakes instead."

"My family was never able to afford it, pops." Hobie grins widely not being too bothered sharing his childhood life, as long it's not too deep.

"Pero, mijo..." Rio came back with Billie's plate have a little bit of mofongo and rice with beans, "Was there anything else you grew up eating?"

"Well, Jamaican patties, store bought. Canned soups, frozen meals. Money was always tight." Hobie remembers him and his siblings would do the shopping with a few bucks and try to make their money stretched. The memories of finding cheap cans, frozen meals and anything that help them last till the next was always a struggle. "Sometimes we would make up ways to make eggs last longer like adding flour or corn bread. There was nine of us."

"Dios mio." Rio sounded upset hearing that, she never wanted her own kids to struggle that way. She knew the moment her and Jeff were married and planned to have kids is to always make enough money for their family. No wonder Hobie is so thin. "Aye, no. Miles, dale mas comida! Con razón es tan flaco!"

"Mamí, he's fine now. He ates all the time!" Miles said out loud seeing how his mom already panicking as if Hobie is going to disappear. Rio came with another plate with more food for the tall English punker.

Hobie laughs in amusement, "It's alright, luv. I can eat it."

"I don't want you to get a stomach ache." Miles said being worried as he watched his mom place a plate of food with extra everything much bigger than what Miles serve him.

"Ma, that's too much food! You're gonna kill him!"

"Miles, no empieces! I never heard of someone dying from being full and I work at the hospital!" Rio smack her lips.

"Yayayaya," Billie mimics her mom.

Jeff said to Hobie, "You better eat all of that, before you make her mad."

The family went back and forth talking during dinner. Hobie helped Miles cleaned up while Jeff lay on the couch watching television with Billie. The middle age man slowly knocked out letting Billie have to remote to put on her show. The little girl giggles as she watch Bluey.

Rio packed some food for Hobie to take home, which he didn't mind. Sometimes his bandmates would come by and eat most of it. He normally likes Rio's Habichuelas Guisadas, they savory full of powerful flavor, the taste of potato and olives give another extra level.

The two wanted some alone time, so Hobie casually said, "Darling wanna go for a walk?" A walk meaning let's be Spiderman and hang out somewhere.

Miles smiles widely, "Sure." He went to get his Smartphone and keys to the front door, "Ma, I'm going out with Hobie. I'll be back."

"Okay, be home by eleven!" Rio hums as she went to sit on the couch next to her snoring husband and daughter.

"Ma, I'm nineteen!" He pouts having to whine a bit. Hobie likes it when Miles acted a little spoiled bratty toward his parents, it's cute to see his legs shake.

Rio gave him a look then sighs, "Midnight." Her voice stern. "Under this roof, you still have a curfew!"

"Okay!" Miles rather have that, than ten'o clock when he was younger! This is why he rather sneak out than ask.

"Thank you, Mrs. Morales for the meal. It was amazing as always." Hobie said to Miles' mother putting on his good charms. He went over to give her a hug. "Have a good night."

"Thank you, hijo! You're always welcome to eat here. Qué tengas buenas noches." She smiles to him, her hand patting his back, "You got plenty of food?"

"Yes, ma'am." He nodded, then he lightly pinches Billie's cheek, "Good night, Billie Boo." Holding his plastic bag filled with containers of food.

"Mmm, no!" She turns her head at him, as she swat his hand away from her face. "No, sleep!"

"Billie be nice." Her mom said.

Hobie chuckles at the little girl turning back to watch her show. Then, he saw Jeff knocked out snoring, seeing how he didn't need to say good-bye to him. He went along with Miles with his arm around his lover's shoulder as they walk out of the apartment.

The two quickly went up on the building's roof and started to put their masks on. They went to a much higher building from the public eye view, swinging with their webs doing fun tricks and flips.

The two got to see the sky already getting dark. "Ugh, I'm stuffed." Hobie said hitting his chest to get rid that feeling of being full. He took off his mask to breathe better.

"Told you not to eat, bae." Miles took off his mask, his nike black and neon pink outfit protecting him from the cold night. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sunflower. I'm actually better that I'm full." He stood showing off his stomach, "See? No belly."

"Yeah, that means you're getting used to eating so much." Miles' eyes on his partner's flat stomach, "How did you put it all away?"

"I just do." He chuckles pulling his boyfriend into his arms still holding a bag of his food. Leaning over to kisses his boyfriend's lips.

The sound of them kissing got them more into it. Miles' hands hold Hobie's fit arms, he let out a little moan, "Mmm."

His boyfriend would chuckles as they kept going with their tongue. They can taste their savory mouth, their lips smacking against each other. Once Miles pulled away, "Shit, I wished I snuck out." He pouted.

"You can still can. Go back home and snuck out when they fall asleep." Hobie purrs having to pull his lover closer to his crotch, "Luv, you got me in a frenzy."

"Mmm, me too." Miles kiss him again, "Mwah. Mwah." Giving his boyfriend all the kisses, then pulls away, "You know, I don't mind giving it a try."

"Trying what?"

"Beans on toast. I want to try it," His hands rubbing his boyfriend's muscular chest feeling it through all the punk layer clothing, "I wanna know what you like, learn more about your childhood and family."

"Oh," Hobie suddenly became defensively, "Luv, we don't need to go that deep. I'm fine with you trying my favorite meal and meeting my siblings, but more?"

"Hobie, I wanna be there for you. I still don't know much on your past. You keep avoiding it. The only thing I got is your dad a fucking asshole for bailing out on you and your family, and your mom being absent."

"Miles, my mum is drunk. I've told you this." His boyfriend move away wanting to move away from this topic.

"Yeah, but I wanna know about little Hobie." Miles tries to having his boyfriend close to him, "Hobie Brown, at least open up to me more, I'm your boyfriend."

"It's not that easy, luv. We are Spidermen. We went through too much crap, I... look," He holds his boyfriend's hands, "give me more time, hm? For now, I'll let you try my childhood meals. Okay, sunflower?"

"Okay," Miles pouts, "I love you, Hobie. I just want to know more about you, okay."

"I know, luv. It's hard for me." He kisses his lover, "I promise I'll be open to you. You know, your my Sunflower."

"I know." He felt Hobie's lips on his cheek.

"You know, you're my Habichuelas to my bean toast." He grins widely.

Miles blink a couple of times, "What?" He laughs playfully shoving his boyfriend back, "That's so fucking cheesy, damn!"

"I had to try it. Does it work?"

"No! But I love you, so I'll take it." Miles kisses him back.

"So it's a win!" Hobie grins widely holding his boyfriend as they kissed, again. They enjoyed their time making out.

(So Hobie got some siblings and I was surprised he would be the youngest out of the 9.)

(Part 2)

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider verse #spiderverse #atsv

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billkaulitzwife · 1 year

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can you please do hc for dating johnny? (sfw + nsfw) thank you!

Yall are tiring me out I HAVE SCHOO-

ofc, non!! tysm for the request, golden <33

Dating Johnny Cade. (SFW + NSFW)

WARNINGS!!

swearing, ed, cuts, sh, mentions of sêx, etc.

Now Playing: Rosemary

johnny is definitely a deftones guy.

SFW

He calls you doll, darlin, sunshine, baby, etc..

He's not much of a sexual guy, he loves romance

Johnny wouldn't trade you for the world

omg he smells like orange peels im js putting it out there.

The moment he finds out you're getting picked on or flirted with

theyre

dead.

meat.

he packs a punch.

like say bob was trying sum w u, POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER

He's so lovable and sweet

he writes you notes on gum wrappers and sticks them in your locker

hes good at persuading the teachers to let him sit next to you

HE CALLS YOU BEAUTIFUL IN ITALIAN

JOHNNY IS SO SWEET

valentine's and ur birthday

he has money set aside for flowers

him and pony wld work at DQ together and you and dally would pull to the drivethru like

u and dallas: "YURR"

johnny: "hey, babe! 10.57 at the window."

dally: "i didnt even order yet"

johnny: "YALL ARE THE ONLY BITCHES COMING THRU MY DRIVE THRU AT 2:45 EVERY DAY SAYING "YURR""

Hes actually so sweet tho

Dallas keeps his eye on you

makes sure you're good enough for his son

im so serious when i say dallas would take you in as his child but u and his son are dating so thatd be weird

he'd definitely be all kissy and soft when hes tired

he believes communication is key unlike COUGHCOUGHMYEXCOUGHCOUGH

johnny is always by your side

even when ur pissing

hes outside the door

"can i hug you yet"

"JOHNATHAN MATTHEW CADE"

"sorry mi amor"

idk why but i think he'd hate pop and country

js like me fr

NSFW

when he bottoms he knows how bad you love his moans and whines so he lets them all out

hed 10/10 let you ride

and 10/10 wld smash

i mean he does both

when youre giving him head, this man tenses up so much and squirms

he doesnt like hurting you so he'll always thrust slow (at first).

if he ever found out you had an ed, he wouldn't be willing to do anything bc he wants you to be healthy

if you had sh scars, he wouldnt grab your wrists

hed be gentle on your thighs

he wouldnt grab your waist

he would hold your hand.

johnny would do anything to kiss you while fucking.

i swear on my life

he would beg you to kiss him

when you kiss his scar when shits heated

IT GETS SO MUH BETTER

1-10 wld u let him hit, answer in the comm-

this kid loves sloppy makeout sessions that turn out to be sex

like if saliva is all kinda running down your chins he'd get turned on

wait did i just fucking say he has a spit kink.

he def like hickeys

giving and receiving

he loves being called baby or something

anyways

guys im so tired. I LOVE YOU GOLDENS AND TY AGAIN NON!!🫶🫶

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respectthepetty · 11 months

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Jeng speaking English should come with at least a 10 minute warning so I can collect myself.

goddammit!!!!

Y'all know that I mute and speed up my shows, so I didn't realize he was speaking English until the Thai subs kept coming up; then, I had to rewind and slow it down to hear it, so I could appreciate the cuteness. Jeng bringing out his multilingual side to confess AGAIN made him more adorable!

And because this isn't the first time the use of another language in a BL has caused me to stop in my tracks, let me give you something you didn't even ask for -

My Top Five Favorite Uses of Another Language in BLs!

offered in no particular order

My Only 12% - English

Cake was studying with his pals when he decided to call it a night. He went into his bedroom and apologized to his boyfriend Eiw for waking him up. Eiw told Cake he wasn't really sleeping well because Cake wasn't next to him, and that was all it took for Cake's heart-eyes to be activated. He kissed Eiw so tenderly only to then dedicate an ode to Eiw's entire body, mind, and soul all in English while kissing each part of Eiw's body as he praised it. What a king!

Never Let Me Go - Mandarin

I already thought that Palm liked Nueng's mean side a little too much before Wu and David wandered into Mam's bar, but this exchange solidified that Palm had a specific kink and Nueng was more than happy to offer Palm a helping hand a scolding insult. Nueng took great pleasure calling his boyfriend a fool in every language he knew including Mandarin, and I'm sure that is part of the reason Palm came around to Nueng extending his time abroad for schooling. The more education Nueng has, the more languages he can berate Palm in.

Unintentional Love Story - Spanish

The main couple were great, but I was showing up every week for Donghee and Hotae's friends-to-enemies-to-menaces plot because once they screamed at each other in the alley, the only reasonable next step was to sleep together, no? Maybe that's just me, but Hotae trying to prove to Donghee that he was serious about him by learning Spanish like one of the Hisstrange (Hispanic) men Donghee liked had me screaming, "SECOND SEASON WHEN?" which now I must patiently wait for to see how well Hotae's improves his language skills for his amor.

KinnPorsche - English

The VegasPete arc was a wild ride. They went from spying and torturing to crying and fucking in the span of two episodes, but what was the craziest moment of them all was when after sex and STILL CHAINED UP, Vegas turned to Pete and softly said, "Do you know how sexy you are?" Like . . . bitch, what?! Even crazier was Pete's apathetic response of "mmm" as if he had heard that line a thousand times after bringing countless men to their knees with his free therapy and snarky comebacks. Vegas served a lot of great English lines, but this one took the cake, and the tossed salad.

Moonlight Chicken - Modern Standard Thai Sign Language

Heart and Li Ming's story was already the sweetest thing since a nice mango sorbet on a hot day, but add in the fact that Wen, the bridge between Li Ming and his uncle Jim, was not only fully supportive of these two kids finding happiness within each other, but started to learn MSTSL so he could communicate with Heart was what pushed me over the edge. Heart's own parents couldn't be bothered to learn how to communicate with their son, but Li Ming's very-gay-uncle's boyfriend did. Wen knew he needed an ally to deal with these stubborn guys, and no better than the boyfriend of your-soon-to-be-nephew. Ghost Host, Ghost House gets an honorable mention for MSTSL as well.

Bonus

KinnPorsche - English

Ken and Big were two bad bitches and the Regina George and Maddy Perez of Kinn's bodyguard squad. Big had his reasons for disliking Porsche like being jealous that the man he loved was in love with this idiot, but Ken just hated Porsche for being an idiot who upset the guy he was in love with (Ken x Big is canon to me), so when Ken yelled, "Are you fucking dumb, bro?!" at Porsche with Perth's Australian accent, I was cackling. It made me instantly think Ken was the mole because only someone who was rocking with Vegas "but this wasn't the fucking plan" Theerapanyakul could drop bangers like this.

#step by step #my only 12 percent #moonlight chicken #never let me go #unintentional love story #kinnporsche #language use in BLs

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mysteriouschar · 1 year

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The Party part 1

also available at wattpad

Part 2, part 3

This was the launch party for the gabriel brand. All the famous people,celebrities and few selected guests were attending. Gabriel agreste the owner of the company and todays host was standing watching his son and his date lila rossi who he approved of talking with their friends Alya cesaire and Nino Lahhife.

Gabriel pov

why does adrien hang out with these no good people at least he has Ms. rossi she is a good influence on him.i hope that because of her he wil tke interest in the business .

(he sees Amelie enter and talk with some business clients)

its weird that felix hasn't come with her as i know he will attend and usually he enters with her. Its suprising how mature flix is compared to him adrien is like a 5 year old.

Meanwhile with adrien and his friends

"this is such a huge party , hey lila jagged stone and clara nightangale are here could you introduce me to them, their interviews would be a huge hit."said alya.

"Oh alya i would but they are avoiding me since i asked them to do a interview for the ladyblog."said liela.

"Girl really, lets go and make them apologise to you .those jerks!!said nino.

"Please don't father doesn't want any problems tonight on the new launch party."said adrien

"i forgive them ,i think it might be because of all these fans and stress that they might be behaving like this."said lila

girl you have a heart made of gold. First marinette now these people .you forgive those who don't deserve them."said alya.

"Yes lila its because of you that adrien 's old man let us all come."said nino.

"Yes lila,because of you my dad is more lenient with me he likes you even more than marinette."said adrien.

why are you talking about marinette do you want her to be here instead of me."said lila and started her waterworks(aka crocodile tears)

Alya glares at adrien and starts comforting lila.

"Ofcourse not, she is a bully and makes you uncomfortable and wouldn't apologise."said the dumb follower(aka Alya)

"thank you guys,your so kind to me."said lila.

Just then two people enter and the whole hall goes silent.because it was a beautiful couple the male had blonde hair with grey eyes wearing a stylish suit entering with him was a beautiful female with blue hair and blue bell eyes wearing a beautiful dress.

The blunette is wearing

felix is wearing this

"Is that felix?? and was he smiling?"said more like screamed adrien.

Luckily no one heard him except his group of friends.

"What??thats the boy that acted like you and got us akumatised?"said alya

"he looks a little different dude. who do you think that girl with him is" said nino.

"She looks familiar."was all Alya said.

Meanwhile with gabriel

gabriel pov

why is everyone silent all of a sudden.(looks around and sees the couple)

isn't that felix? who is the lady with him wait a minute they are wearing MDC originals. How is that possible ?MDC herself has said she won't be doing any commissions this coming months.(MDC as in marinette and her own brand but no one has connected that it is marinette so you can say she is anonymous)

(he sees amelia joining the couple and smiling at the female just then clara nightingale and jagged stone join them).

He sees lila dragging his son there and decides to go to prevent something from happening.

Meanwhile with felix and his group

......you rock mari."said jagged to the bluenette.

"by the way when are you going to reveal your secret, mari?" asked clara.

"Well i haven't decided but i am not going to lie as i believe that i have established my brand and its safe from that lying bitch(sry for the language but couldn't help myself)."said the mysterious blunette.

"you know just do it here ,free publicity you know and that to at one of your rival's launch party,mi amor"said felix.

"now i see why chloe says you are a bad influence on m..."marinette was saying when she was interrupted by gabriel,lila and adrien coming over.

"Hey cousin ,whose your lovely date?"asked adrien.

"this is fun ."said felix with a smirk.

"Behave"was all the girl now known as mari said.

"must you spoil all of my fun"this was said with an affectionate smile.

Gabriel,lila and adrien looked confused while amelia looked on with a motherly smile and jagged and clara smiled and politely left the group.

"well i thought you would recognize her but well let me introduce you to my girlfriend,marinette dupain cheng."he said while pulling marinette closer to his side and marinette looked up at him with a loving expression.

kinda like this but marinette is facing forward

thank you all for following me

@decaffeinatedpeacetragedy, @elrichamilton, @clumsy-queen,

@marinette4943, @abrx2002, @dreamer2, @suenicole7, @megawhitleycalderonpaganus, @welcometomynight4mre ,@mad-witch-moon ,@myazael

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #badass marinette #class salt #felix graham de vanily #adrian salt #nino salt #lila salt #alya salt #gabriel salt #felinette

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toxickehlani · 5 months

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𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟤𝟩𝟪

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾,

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨❣️: 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Angelia’s POV

𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 the princess of one the most ruthless gangs in Los Angeles. My great-great-great grandfather, Mauro Ballesteros, moved to Arizona from Mexico with his parents at twelve. After kids bullied him for not being from America, Mauro got with the local Spanish teens at the school and on the street and formed Los Santos Vagos. Over time, the group expanded and multiplied to different city areas. From that moment, his gang was the most feared as it’s passed down from generation to generation.

Now, in the present time, my father, Sergi, has been running the show since my grandfather passed it down to him. Things have changed a bit over the years. We respect other territories and don’t kill on their turf. Sometimes, my father expects a lot from me, like he wants me to always step up to the plate. Honestly, it’s stressful.

I’m getting ready to meet my pops and brothers at the warehouse in twenty minutes. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, and walked to my bedroom. After drying myself, I changed into gray solid flare yoga pants, a white crop top with a gray cropped zip-up hoodie, and gray New Balance sneakers. I stood before my full-length mirror and styled my hair in a slicked-back bun. Grabbing my purse from my bed, I picked up my phone and left my room.

My mother, Yvette, watched a telenovela on TV in the living room. I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her cheek.

“Adiós, mamá, te veré más tarde.” I smiled, walking to the front door. ( “Bye, Mom, I’ll see you later.” )

“Adiós, amor.” She replied as I closed the door behind me. ( “Goodbye, my love.” )

Unlocking my custom pink 2019 Ford Mustang, I climbed in the driver's seat, fastened my seatbelt, and drove away from the house. Before I met up with my dad and siblings, I stopped by McDonald's and bought myself a McGriddle, two hash browns, and a medium Sprite. As I pulled into the warehouse, people stopped and stared at me instead of working. Exiting the car, I grabbed my food, locked the doors, and walked to my dad's office. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.

“Come in.” His deep baritone voice speaks from the other side.

Opening the door, I see my three brothers. Moises is 30, who my parents adopted when he was a teenager. They found a scared and hopeless boy and took him in their arms. Antonio is 24 and was the son of someone my father was close to before he died and brought his son into his home. Finally, there’s Mauricio, the baby out of the two of us. He’s 19 and spoiled as fuck.

I sat next to Antonio as my father smiled at me. As he opened his mouth to speak, Mauricio's annoying ass decided to say something to me.

“Why do you always have food in your hands?” My brother asked, looking at me.

“Same reason why you don’t have a girlfriend.” I sarcastically replied, biting into my breakfast sandwich.

Mauricio had nothing to say and kept quiet like he should’ve. My father rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, annoyed.

“Can we carry on, please?” My father asked, eyeing us intensely.

“Sorry.” I apologized, flashing him a genuine smile.

“Okay, 16th Street Lagos has been killing our dealers, taking the drugs and money.” My dad sternly commented, leaning his hands on the table.

“What are those bitches taking?” Antonio questioned, rubbing his hands together.

“Our weed, meth, and heroin.” My father replied, shaking his head in frustration.

“Let’s go kill those foo’s man. Fuck that shit.” Mauricio stated, jumping to his feet.

“Sit down, puto. We can’t just walk into 18th Street’s territory and start shooting people,” I remarked, smacking my little brother’s arm.

“She’s right.” My dad nodded, agreeing with my previous statement.

“Let’s show them why we’re the most dangerous gang out there. Show them what we stand for.” Moises replied, puffing his chest out in confidence.

“I agree with him,” I interjected, nodding in agreement.

As the conversation continued, my phone suddenly started ringing. I pulled it from my purse to see my best friend and ride-or-die Gloria calling me. Smiling, I stood up and walked out the door to answer it. M

Hola, puta.

R.H.B🫶✨ - Puta?! Please don’t make me slap you through this phone.

What’s up, love?

R.H.B🫶✨ - One of the homies is having a get-together at his place tomorrow. Do you want to go?

Yeah, I’m down. Who’s going?

R.H.B🫶✨ - Chachi, you and me.

Okay, I’ll talk to you when I come to your house. Are you home?

R.H.B🫶✨ - Yea, I’m here I’ll see you boo.

Bye.

I walked back into the office and sat down in my original place. The conversation about rival gangs stealing our merchandise continued for about forty-five minutes. Once our meeting was over, I followed my dad out of the office behind Antonio and Mauricio.

“Guess who wants to fight you, Angel,” Mauricio said, clapping his hands in amusement.

“Who?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow in confusion.

“Antonio’s ex Yasmin.” He replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Screw that bitch. I fought her so many times it’s draining my energy.” I expressed, shaking my head.

Antonio’s ex-girlfriend Yasmin was the biggest shit-talker known to man. When they were together, she would give my mother and me an evil glare whenever she came over. Once I confronted her, she said I’m not Antoinio’s real sister, and I’m probably fucking him. I became so enraged I punched her in the face, and we started fighting inside the house.

“I told her she needs to watch her mouth. Talking all that shit online.” Antonio remarked,

“Is it on her Instagram or Facebook?” I asked my brothers, walking to my car.

“Facebook,” Moises answered, leaning against the side of my vehicle.

“Okay, I’ll check it out.” I nodded, unlocking my car and getting inside.

“The homegirl said Yasmin wants to fight tomorrow,” Antonio commented,

“I’ll be there to fuck that bitch up,” I replied, getting in the driver’s seat of my car.

Closing the door, I started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. When I pulled up to Gloria’s house, I parked behind her car, stepped out, and walked up to her front door before ringing the doorbell.

“¿Quién es?” I hear Gloria's question from inside the house. ( “Who is it?” )

“It’s me!” I shouted, placing my hands on my hips.

The door opened, revealing my best friend since diapers, Gloria ‘Loca’ Enriquez. I love and respect this girl for always having my back and behind there for me.

“Hey, mami.” Gloria smiled, greeting me as she pulled me into a hug.

“Hey, my favorite girl,” I replied, returning the gesture.

My best friend allowed me inside her house and closed the door behind me. I followed her into the family room and sat beside her on the sofa.

“What have you been up to, my love?” Gloria questioned, smiling at me.

“Nothing much. I left the family meeting before I got here and received some news.” I sighed, answering her question.

“What happened?” She asked, staring at me with curiosity.

“Well, first, someone is killing our dealers and taking the merchandise. My dad thinks it’s 16th Street Lagos.” I explained, leaning my head against the back of the sofa.

“Why would they come across town for drugs when I know they revive their stuff?” My best friend asked me, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“That’s what I was thinking.” I nodded, clapping my hands together.

“What else happened?” Gloria asked, drinking from her water bottle.

“Moises told me that Yasmin, Antonio’s ex, wants to fight me tomorrow,” I confessed, rolling my eyes.

“No fucking way.” She gasped, shaking her head.

“Girl, yes. I told Moises I fought her so many times it drains my energy.” I sighed, pressing my lips together in annoyance.

“I understand.” Gloria nodded, flipping her over her shoulder.

“Hell, last time we fought, she tried to jump me with her sister and best friend,” I commented, laughing at the memory.

“Girl, why do you think Chachi and I were there? We were not about to have that.” Gloria responded, giving me a high five.

“Exactly. Like bitch you are a pussy.” I laughed, throwing my head back. “Yasmin is hard-headed as fuck. I fought her until I broke her nose, yet she still talks shit.”

“We’ll see if she continues running her mouth after tomorrow.” She nodded, shrugging her shoulders.

“I hope not because I don’t have the energy to whoop her ass again.” I laughed, shaking my head.

Gloria and I continued talking when my phone started ringing in my lap. I looked down at it to see my little brother Mauricio calling me. Rolling my eyes, I answered his call.

Hello ugly.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - First of all, I’m never ugly. Second, when are you coming home?

You are and why?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Mami wants to know.

Why didn’t she call me and ask?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - She’s cooking.

What is she making?

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Shrimp and steak Alfredo pasta.

I’ll be there in the next twenty minutes.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - Ok, I’ll let her know.

Thanks, asshole.

Snitch Ass😒🖤 - I bet you won’t say that to my face.

Keep that energy.

Ending the call, I continued talking to Gloria about what was up and coming with the gang and my father’s plans. After some time, I decided to leave and said bye to Gloria, giving her a bear hug.

“Call me before you go to sleep.” My best friend said, pulling away from me.

“Okay, see you later, babe.” I nodded, waving at her as I walked to my car.

Climbing inside my vehicle, I started it up, fastened my seatbelt, and drove home. Once I parked behind my mother’s automobile, I got out and used my keys to enter the house. When I walked inside, I heard my mom yelling at someone in the kitchen.

“¡Fuera de aquí!” She yelled, swatting my younger brother's hand away as he tried to grab a piece of steak out of the pan. ( “Get out of here!” )

Mauricio winced as my mother smacked him with her wooden spoon. “Lo siento.” He held his head in pain as he sat at the table, waiting for her to finish cooking. ( “I’m sorry.” )

When my mother saw me standing in the kitchen, she smiled, chewing on shrimp. “Angelia, how was the meeting?”

“It was good, although we suspect that 16th Street Lagos is killing our dealers and stealing our merchandise,” I answered, sitting next to my brother at the kitchen table.

“So what are you guys going to do about it?” My mom asked, turning the stove off.

“I don’t know. We have to wait and see what Dad wants to do first.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

Suddenly, a loud commotion echoed through the house before I heard the voices of Antonio, Moises, and my father. The three of them entered the kitchen, kissing my mother’s cheek.

“Huele bien aquí, mamá.” Antonio nodded, kissing my mother's cheek. ( “Smells good in here, Mom.” )

“I made shrimp and steak Alfredo pasta. A new recipe I found online.” She replied, smiling at him.

“Siempre tienes la cocina oliendo bien.” My father smiled, wrapping his arms around my mother and placing a kiss on her lips. ( “You always have the kitchen smelling good.” )

We could hear their lips smoothing aggressively against each other’s, making me smile at their affection while my brothers gagged.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Mauricio groaned, turning his head away.

“Oh, shut up. Weren’t you the same way with your now ex-girlfriend? What was her name? Lina?” I laughed, pointing at him as he was speechless. “We couldn’t keep you two off of each other.”

“Man, why do you have to bring her up?” My little brother asked, smacking his lips.

“It’s the truth.” I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “At first, I thought you were going to get her pregnant the way ya’ll be going at it like rabbits.”

“Shut up. I don’t even talk to Lina anymore.” My little brother grumbled, rolling his eyes. He pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

My father pulled away from my mother as she started filling plates with food and smacked my little brother on the back of his head. As Mauricio sat at the table with his plate, I became disgusted at how messily he ate his food.

“You eat like a pig.” I cringed, watching him slurp the pasta noodles.

“You look like one.” My little brother retorted, rolling his eyes.

“¡Pinche pendejo!” I cursed, throwing a water bottle at his head. ( “Fucking asshole!” )

“¡Qué mierda!” He gasped, staring at me in shock. ( “What the fuck!” )

Before I could react to my brother, my father stepped in, making us look at him.

“Hey! Cut it out!” He remarked, pointing at me. “Apologize to your brother.”

“Lo siento, hermanito.” I apologized, crossing my arms. ( I’m sorry, little brother.” )

“Say sorry, Mauricio.” My mother said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Sorry, Angel,” Mauricio replied, glancing at me.

Huffing, I ignored him and continued to eat the food my mom cooked for the house. Once I finished my plate, I sat it in the sink and headed to my room. I got comfortable on my bed and started watching Netflix on my TV until I eventually fell asleep.

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