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lover-222 · 10 months

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Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

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"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

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at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

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the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

(introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

(okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

(shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

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simpcityy · 11 months

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I just thought up this request I don’t know if ur requests are still open but I can wait if they aren’t (no pressure!) k so my idea is Miguel Ohara x reader where the reader has powers similar to klaus from the umbrella academy they can talk to the dead and when they first see Miguel they just know he’s lost someone and he’s still grieving and later on they comfort him over it, maybe Gabrielle’s spirit shows up and gives him the closure he needs

Thank you so much Anon for being my ever first request! I made sure to make it my best writing ever! Enjoy!

Our Little Secret (Miguel O'Hara X Ghost Seeing! Spider-Person Reader)

Quick Background: Reader can see the dead; they can see and talk to them, but they do it in private in case other people think they are going crazy. Reader can also have the ability to let ghosts possess them if they require their assistance.

Word Count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters!

Warnings: A bit of sad stuff, ghost, comfort in the end! (H/N) means hero name. Use of (Y/N), Ghost Briella

Spanish Translation (Since there is a lot and I want you to understand the short story, so it goes up top for this post) 1. Lo siento: I'm Sorry 2. Gracias: Thank you 3. Qué? ¿Cómo conseguiste eso: What? How did you get that? 4. Nunca: Never 5. Tú? Puedes ver a los muertos: You? You can see the dead? 6. Suficiente!: Enough! 7. Mi sol: My Sun 8. Mi mundo: My world 9. Yo también te quiero: I love you too 10. Mi sol, lo siento mucho por ser la razón por la que no puedes cruzar: My Sun, I am very sorry that I am the reason you can't cross over. 11. Prometo que cambiaré, y seguiré tu consejo, sé que debe dolerte verme solo. Además, creo que encontré a alguien que podrá hacer lo que me pedistes: I promise I will change, and I will follow your advice, I know it must be painful for you to see me alone. Besides, I think I have found someone who can do what you asked me of. 12. Ve a la luz, Mi Sol: Go to the light, my sun. 13. Muchas gracias: Thank you so much. 14. Muy bien, es un trato: Alright, it's a deal.

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You walked around the Spider Society Headquarters following Jess, a woman you met not long ago. You try to concentrate on what she was saying only to be distracted by the number of ghosts lingering around the base. “So many dead uncles. And relatives” You whisper before paying attention back to Jess. “What was that?” She turns around. “Nothing! I just said there are a lot of Spider people, it’s amazing.” Chuckling nervously, you continue to follow her. She stopped to talk to a couple of young Spiderlings. You patiently waited and tried to ignore the ghost calling for you.

“Can you see me?”

“Can you help me please!”

You tried to shut them out, controlling your breathing but their pleads for help only made your heart ache. You wish you could help them all out but there is only one you and so many ghosts still stuck in the world. Those who need help to pass over to the light, but you knew better. It would be impossible to help all the ghosts. Sometimes this power of yours, is a curse but you push those negative thoughts away. “You alright?” Jess placed a hand on your shoulder. Finally, the voices of help were gone. Nodding, you smile at her “Yeah. So, when do I get to meet the big boss?” You fixed your mask a bit, patiently waiting for her response. “Speaking of that, I was just informed Miguel’s back, so follow me.” She guides you down the hall. You followed, still spotting a few ghosts lingering around the halls. You did your best to look past them but, in the end, they always know. Your eyes glanced over to the door, you could tell right away that room was filled with sadness, devastation, overall, you know behind that door someone was grieving a loss.

Once the doors opened, your eyes scanned around the room. Whenever someone is grieving, there is always a ghost attached to them. Any negative emotions bring either good or bad ghosts. After scanning the room, you find nothing and focus on the tall and muscular man which you presume was the leader of this whole function. Seeing he was the only person in the room, you knew he was the vessel of all this negative emotion. Once he turned to look at you, you were right on the nail. You could tell right away he’s grieving a loss of someone dear to him. Composing yourself you smiled at him “(Y/N), also known as (H/N)” You introduced yourself before watching a figure turn around the corner quickly making something fall down. You quickly webbed the item before it fell and broke. “Woah, nice reflexes there.” You looked up to see a small woman appear in front of you. “Um? Thanks” you say looking back where the figure has run off. “Lyla, I didn’t call for you.” Miguel glances at his AI. “Ahh Come one, I just wanted to meet the new recruit.” She then appears on your shoulder taking a selfie with you. “This one is for the memories!” She then disappears. You only stood there trying to take in everything that was happening at once. "Lo siento* Lyla is my AI, and she can be a bit…much” Miguel mutters before grabbing the item from you placing it on his desk. “I um…it’s alright. I’ll get used to it eventually.” You look past him trying to see if you can see the figure again before giving up seeing nothing. Looking at him, all you can see is a man who lost something or rather someone. “I wanted to thank you for letting me in the team…I didn't know there were so many spider people out there…I don’t feel alone…mostly.” You say to him, knowing no one else in the spider society can see ghosts like you. Unless they haven’t found them, it’s only you so far. “More threats are coming so it’s important to expand the Spider society.” Miguel walked around you. “I’ve been monitoring your fighting ability and I have to say I’m impressed. We need more people on the team like you.” ‘Wait? Did he just say monitoring me?!’ You thought before thanking him. “Thanks, it’s years of practice of being a spider hero.” You looked over to his screen seeing him watching each Spider person's missions. ‘Does he know I see ghosts if he’s been watching me?’

After the brief introduction with your boss, you walked around the empty hall to head to the cafeteria before stopping to see a small head poking before they let out a childish gasp hiding back. Looking around, you quickly walk over “no no!” You whisper, “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” You looked around the halls before hearing a small voice behind you.

“You can see me?”

Turning around you are met with a young girl, kneeling down, you smile at her nodding. “Yup I can see you...and you were that troublemaker who knocked the item off.” You gently poke her nose only for your finger to go through her. She still giggled before nodding, “It was an accident” She whispers. “It’s fine, I know young ghosts like you have a hard time using your little ghost powers” You assure her before looking around making sure no one else was walking by. “I heard there is a lounge room near here, think you can guide me so we can talk more?” You smile as she nodded quickly, guiding you to the room. Once you made it, you peaked in seeing it empty and walked in. “Okay, let’s start with this, my name is (Y/N)” You sat on the sofa and looked at her. “My name is Gabriella, but you can call me Briella, it was what my Papa always calls me” She sat next to you, but her body hovered over the couch. “That’s my next question, is your father, Miguel?” When Briella heard his name her eyes showed admiration, nodding quickly. “Yes! He’s the best and I know he’s trying his best.” She puts her hands up showing how much he was the best. You smiled at her love for Miguel, “Perhaps…that's what prevented you from moving forward…ever thought of crossing over?” You didn’t want to pressure her into crossing over, every ghost was different, some cross over right away and others take their time. Briella thought for a moment, “Yes…but I haven’t seen the light.” She looked at you with her eyes tearing up. Panicking you tried to rub her back but once again your hand went through. “No no, it’s okay, it just means there is something or rather someone preventing you, your father” You explained to the young girl. “Want my help?” You asked as she nodded her head quickly.

“Okay, this is what we need to do.”

It’s been a week and finally, you were going to set the plan. You were slowly getting the hang of ignoring the ghosts in the HQ. You would have your private conversations with Briella in the lounge room. Becoming friends with the girl, you felt bad for her. She feels so alone here with the rest of the ghosts not minding her as they were busy trying to find a way to cross. She was ecstatic to call you a friend. Sitting on a table at the cafeteria, you spotted Jess carrying a heavy pile of folders. “This is our chance, meet me at your father's office” You whisper out to Briella before getting up. “Here let me help Jess” You quickly took the folders from her. “Is this going out to Miguel? I can take them; you need some rest after all.” You assure her. Jess chuckles “I owe you one, my back is killing me!” She chuckles before sitting down. “Be careful, it’s pretty heavy” She calls out as you walk out of the cafeteria. “You don’t say” You grunt at the weight leaning slightly to the right before fixing yourself.

You walked through the door to Miguel’s office. “I have folders for you!” You called out to him seeing him working up on the platform. You pant heavily once you set them down on a desk. “How can she be so strong?” You mutter referring to Jess. She didn’t seem to have trouble holding these files. “Gracias*, leave them there.” He doesn’t bother turning around. You look over to Briella who nodded her head. ‘Alright, we’re both ready’ you think before sitting on the desk next to the folders. “I have a question” You called out. “And?” He kept working on the screens. “How much do you know about me? Seeing you’ve been watching and all.” This got his attention, he stopped and turned around glancing down at you from his platform. “What? Why do you ask?” He jumps down landing in front of you. You kept standing there, “Well, I was reading these” You pulled out a file with your name. “ Qué? ¿Cómo conseguiste eso*?” He tries to take it from you, but you pull it away in time. “A little friend help me” You smile under your mask hearing Briella giggle. Miguel only rubbed the bridge of his nose, “Hobie” He mutters. You shake your head, “No but there is one detail you missed about me, a power you forgot to add.” You opened the file reading it. “Reading this makes me look too normal like any other spider person…I wish I was like that.” You mutter thinking back to all the ghosts' pleas of help you had to ignore. “I never miss anything, Nunca*” He watches you reading your file before caging you in grabbing the file from you. You let out a gasp before composing yourself, thank God for the mask covering your face. “Well, I can see the dead” You mutter looking at him. “Tú? Puedes ver a los muertos*” He lets out a sigh, “I don’t have time to play games” He looks at you, frowning. “It’s the truth…” You slip under him trying to keep it safe for Briella eyes, but you have to admit, she has a good-looking dad but right now you had better things to do then eye her father up and down. “Your daughter, Gabriella, is here with us.” You watched him as he stayed silent and next thing you know; you were slammed to the wall. “suficiente*!” He yelled as his hand pushed your shoulder roughly into the wall. You grunt letting him, he has years of grief pent up, you give him the pass for today only. You watched as Gabriella gasp panicking and appears next to you whispering something to you.

“You don’t know anything! She’s long gone!” He yells pushing you more into the wall. You only look up to him “Mi sol*” You whisper out in pain. He stops “What was that?” He pulls his hand away from your shoulder. “You would call her Mi Sol when in reality she’s your world but calling her Mi mundo* was odd for her, so you stuck with Mi Sol” You looked over seeing him shocked. Miguel backed away before looking around “Mi Sol?” He calls out in the open. “She’s behind you” You walked away from the wall and stood next to Briella. “She’s standing next to me; she reaches around my waist” You called out her height. Miguel looked at your waist then moved his head over. Gabriella smiles seeing her father was looking at her, well though her since she wasn’t visible to him. “Briella would you like to?” You asked her but she shakes her head. “What?” Miguel looks at you. “I asked if she wanted to possess my body so she can speak with you, but it seems she doesn’t want to. So, I’ll be the interpreter” You smile at him.

You and Miguel sat on the ground as Briella converse with her father through you. “Tell him I love him so much!” She smiles. You chuckle and look at Miguel, “She says she loves you so much.” Miguel looks so much better to you; he was smiling for once ever since you met him. His smile was contagious, it even made you smile for no reason. “Yo también te quiero*” He looks at the empty spot near you. “Oh! Tell him to be happy, that soon I will be crossing over. When I do, I want him to find someone who loves him as much as I do! Someone who will look after him for me…like you.” You quickly turned to her “ W-What?” You looked away before translating to Miguel, “She says to be happy, that soon when she crosses over, she wants you to find someone who loves you as much as she does...someone who will look over you while she’s gone.” You repeat leaving out the last part making Briella cross her arms pouting. You let out a quiet chuckle watching her reaction. Miguel looks over at the empty spot again, “Mi sol, lo siento mucho por ser la razón por la que no puedes cruzar.*” He begins as Gabriella looks at him carefully, paying attention. “Prometo que cambiaré, y seguiré tu consejo, sé que debe dolerte verme solo. Además, creo que encontré a alguien que podrá hacer lo que me pedistes*.” He says while looking at you. You were busy looking around the office to give them their space till they needed you again for translation.

You look over seeing a light, “Briella…it’s time” You smile walking over to them. “Is it the light?” Miguel gets up looking at you. You nodded, “It’s time for her to cross.” Miguel took a deep breath in and looked over at the direction you were looking, “Ve a la luz, Mi Sol*” He whispers. Gabriella walked over to it, stopping in front of it. “Tell him I love him, and I will miss him...also thank you (Y/N)” She smiles before going in. You watched as the light disappeared, “She said she loves you and that she’s going to miss you.” You look over to him only to feel his arms around you. “Thank you…Muchas gracias*” he whispers into your shoulder. You felt his tears staining your suit, you rubbed his back. “It's no problem.” You whisper back. Pulling back, it quickly wipes his tears before looking down at you, “This needs to stay between us” He steps back a bit. You smile “I was about to say the same, keep that ghost power out of the files for me…I don’t need all the spider people asking me if I can see their dead uncle or something” She sighs. Miguel lets out a deep chuckle. It felt nice seeing him happy, hearing his chuckle and seeing that handsome smile. “Muy bien, es un trato.” He pulls his hand out, you grab it shaking it.

“It’s our Little Secret.”

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Author Notes: Thank you so much Anon! I hope this was something you were thinking of! Sorry if it's a little long to all of you. Remember to check out the poll I have going on! It's a 100 follower Special. Also...THANK YOU EVERYONE! I have reached the 100 Follower goal on this day (07/07/23). Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping (Simp City Population: 110 💕) Thank you for the likes and reblogs! Please reblog so others can be aware of my works! ILY 💕

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nickybloodhead · 6 months

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You made the Latina reader with earlier James get into my head, I'm obsessed!! I read your last post about him meeting her family and it made me think about something like: She has a SUPER conservative father (who doesn't like James very much) and he always forbids her from seeing him or things like that, and on some nights (when he can't go visit her climbing out of her bedroom window) they have phone sex :/ (it's so cliché but i love it so much)

Uh this thing about your dad hating your boyfriend is so latino coded, plus I love cliches too.

That would be funny, wouldn't it? That your dad doesn't like James and that's why he tries to prevent them from seeing each other, of course you guys are always looking for a way. When James found out he could come through your window, you both made it a nightly habit.

He would quietly walk into your room, you would be a laughing mess and you couldn't help but push him into your bed to kiss him. You'd get a little naughty, he'd be groping every part of your body until one thing would lead to another and you'd end up having soft, quiet sex, all for the sake of keeping the bed from creaking and making noise.

However, being careful wasn't enough, one night your father is in the yard and sees James hanging out of the window about to come in, that of course, doesn't like him. James had to run down the street at full speed while your father chased him threatening to kill him, you admit it was a little funny to see that damn scene out of a movie, what was not funny was the punishment your father gave you, a whole month locked in the house without going out, oh, and he also blocked your window. It was fucking frustrating not seeing your boyfriend, but at least you had his late night phone calls.

"Maybe your dad went a little overboard with the punishment" James spoke on the other end of the line, you chuckled and lay down on your bed.

"You think so? It's like being in prison, mierda, it's so boring" You complained quietly so your parents wouldn't hear you, you sighed wearily. "I miss you, mi amor."

"I miss you too, beautiful, I miss being able to spend time with you, kiss you, hold you...touch you" Those last words sent an electric shock throughout your body, you pulled your legs together and blushed, thoughts quickly began to go into hotter territory.

"It's a shame you can't come do all that, because, you know, you'd find me wearing just your shirt and my panties... Se que amas verme así" You smiled dumbly and closed your eyes, your heart was hammering faster and faster, your breathing became heavier, through the earpiece you heard James gasp and grunt.

"You're right, I love seeing you like that baby. Fuck, you're killing me here, you know that?" his voice had become huskier. James was on the couch, he had spread his legs for comfort and had unzipped his fly as his jeans had become uncomfortably tight. You licked your own lips and sighed, your hand slowly traveled down your chest, abdomen and finally between your legs, just a slight pressure of your hand on your sex.

"Have you thought about me, guapo? Because I can't get you out of my head, I can't stop thinking about what we did a few days ago in your truck" James groaned on the other end of the line, his hand squeezed his erection a little over his boxers as he remembered how she had managed to ride him in the back seat of his truck.

He remembered how tight she was, the wild way she had claimed his lips, she had taken everything from him at that moment, he needed her again.

"You were so wet then.... Tell me pretty, are you wet now?" you whimpered in response and nodded even though he couldn't see you, your fingers slipped under your panties and pressed two of them right over your clit, you gasped and bit your lip.

"Yes, I need you" You looked towards your door to make sure it was locked, with your hand you pulled your underwear down a little. "I would love it if you were kissing me right now, tocándome bien rico"

"Shit, I love when you say things like that" James pulled down his boxers and took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly up and down. He closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the suggestive images his brain was providing him about you, he could see how messy your bed was, you lying with your legs open ready for him, ready to take it good like you always did.

You could hear his heavy breathing, sure he was already touching himself just like you, all you wanted was to have him here to fuck you once and for all, to have him replace your fingers with his tongue, the very thought of him eating your cunt made you squirm a little and increase the caresses on your sensitive bud.

"I can hear you touching yourself, baby, tell me how it feels" James murmurs, grunting with each tug he gives his cock, you moan a little and tighten the grip you have on the phone.

"Se siente tan bien, though I wish it was you." Your vision is a little blurry from the overstimulation, you feel how soaked you are and how you're dripping on the sheets, you bite your lip to avoid making too much noise, so that only a few squeals are audible, James is going crazy with desire, jerking off a little faster.

"I'd love to be there too, believe me, I need to bury my cock in that tight pussy of yours" You moan a little louder than you should and immediately hide your face in your pillow, you hear James chuckle. "Even without me there you're loud, huh?"

"Fuck James, I'm about to…oh, carajo!"

You feel small spasms in your abdomen, a pleasant warmth runs through your body as your back arches, you muffle your moans against the mattress and bite the covers to contain the scream of relief that is about to escape your lips, you cum deliciously as you listen to James' praise, of course at some point in your ecstasy you let go of the phone. You lie on your back on the bed, catching your breath, your thighs slick with slick.

"Are you still with me, baby?" You hear his distant voice call out to you, you shakily pick up the phone again with trembling hands and settle it close to your ear.

"Still here…" You sound completely relaxed, soft words slipping from your mouth. You knew he hadn't cum yet, so you decided to help him with that. "You know, if you were here, I'd love it if you'd cum in my mouth. Para probarte todo, mi amor”

You heard him grunting and panting, heard the sound of skin against skin, giving you the image of him stroking his length with fervor, a particularly obscene moan along with a few curses let you know he had cum. You let him pull himself together, that had been an intense session, but it was inebitable, they hadn't spent that much time apart and they desired each other.

"Still with me, Het?" You teased him, managing to draw a chuckle from him, laughed with him and sighed contentedly. "I really miss you a lot."

"I know honey, but I'll keep calling you every night without fail, okay? Until that month of punishment is over."

"Promise?"

"I promise beautiful, now go get some rest…I love you."

"También te amo."

What a roller coaster of emotions, but I'm a bitch for fluff so there you go.

#more and more looking forward to being early james' latina girlfriend #I am also obsessed anon #the thing of him coming through the window #you killed me with that #james hetfield #jaymz #james my beloved #james hetfield smut #james x latina reader

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rozaceous · 3 months

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the blorbo-ification of korvin kwan

set in a combo of @vermillioncrown's 'the pros and cons of digging your own grave' and my 'a sunset every hour,' i wrote a scene for verm as gift fic, because i was so affronted by how mean the narrative was to My Boy (korvin) and how much i wanted him to get wrapped in a blanket and also have a dental visit. hence the title--i spiritually adopted him in a hopefully less cracked version of 'you lost the rights to your oc bc you were mean to them.' (we've all seen the screenshots of those posts, right???)

so this is allie finding out that dick grayson has been hiding an entire twelve year-old from her. she is not well pleased lmao.

Allie’s pretty sure that she’s timed Dick’s work schedule correctly, but she’s also willing to wait outside the doorstep of his latest safe house until he arrives and soothes her frazzled nerves about his general state of being.

What Allie is not expecting is for not-Dick to answer the door, and especially she isn’t expecting that someone to be a wavy-haired East Asian boy who opens the door but doesn’t undo the chain lock, peering through the gap between door and frame all squinty-eyed.

“Um,” says Allie, eyes flashing to the 302 on the door, which is exactly the number it should be. “I’m…looking for Dick?”

The evaluative quality of the kid’s stare does not diminish. “You’re too young to be a girlfriend.”

She’s helpless against the instant full-face squinch that sentence causes. “We’re more like mutually adopted siblings,” she hazards, voice tight, and regretful that everything regarding the usage of Dick's name sounds inappropriate for the public, especially under-eighteens.

A pause.

“Mr Richard didn’t tell you he underwent child acquisition,” he observes.

“He didn’t, and he’s going to rue that fact until the day he dies.”

“Sounds like siblings, yeah. You’re Allie, then?”

“He talked about me to you but couldn’t be bothered to mention you to me?” she mutters, mostly to herself.

“I was trying to pretend to not-hear him talk to you on the phone. Not really possible in this shoebox.” Some of the squinting eases. “If you can prove who you are, I can let you in until Mr Richard gets back. Otherwise I’m calling the cops.”

Allie is…impressed by that statement, she's pretty sure. “I haven’t got a driver’s license yet, but I’ve got a learner’s permit and a library card. Sufficient evidence?”

A hand pokes through the gap, fingers making grabby motions. Three minutes later has her standing in the kitchen, shoes and coat off, and peering at the meal prep in progress.

“Korvin,” as she’s been informed is the kid’s name, “I know Dickard’s idea of a good meal is take-out, but what the fuck? Do you seriously have to cook it yourself if you want a vegetable?”

“Mr Richard makes sure I get fed,” is the dodgy reply, and Allie knows what covering for someone you don’t want to get in trouble sounds like. So she decides straightforward is best.

“Look, I love Dick to bits,” she tells Korvin. “But his life is held together by silly string, boyish charm, and Barbara. Fuck,” she realizes, pulling her flip phone from her back pocket. She holds the power button until the screen lights on. “Yeah, hope that freaks them both out and gets him over here tout de suite.” She puts her attention back on Korvin, who is regarding her with similar wariness as when he first opened the door. “My point is, if you’re not getting taken care of, you tell me, and I make sure it happens. Capische?”

Korvin seems a little too stunned or cagey or something to reply.

She flips her phone back open and opens her contacts before pressing the device into his hands. “Put your number in and text yourself so you can contact me. Which, by the way, is an ‘anytime’ kind of offer.”

Another, slightly wide-eyed look, and Korvin follows her instruction.

Twenty minutes later and even the way that Dick opens the door tells Allie that he knows he’s about to get the ass-chewing of his life. He slinks through the entry like a dog pretending it doesn’t know a thing about the torn up couch cushions, grinning brightly and waving at her across the apartment where she’s removing vegetables from the oven.

“Hey, Allie!” She’ll give him credit that nervousness makes his voice waver only slightly. “See you and Korv met!”

"Hm."

#verm has been pushing for a different title bc this one makes them shy abt korvin being my blorbo i think #but what are friends for if not adopting your si's as their favoritest guy???#so for right now the tag is:#tbokk #we've been noodling abt further ideas for this universe too #hasn't gotten much to the writing stage bc verm is in Writing Hell #but if you've got questions we've got answers

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 3 months

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Manuscript Search Tag

Thanks @talesofsorrowandofruin for the tag!

Rules: post excerpts containing the following words in your manuscript, then tag others with a new set of words!

My words: held, notice, ring, cold

Your words: accept, appreciate, access, advice

Tagging @sleepywriter00 @illarian-rambling @verba-writing @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @dyrewrites @i-can-even-burn-salad @ohnomybreadsticks or if anyone else wants to hop in

Keep reading for:

Parker wants to be punched

Training scene...Noelle scary

Robbie attempts to come up with a superhero name

Flashback with George actually getting hope!

Held - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“Do it!” Parker said to the blond without missing a step. “Man, I don’t—” “You gotta practice, Wade.” Parker reared back his arms over his shoulder before thrusting forward, his arms out and stance strong. A strong wind blew across the room, and I could feel it from where I stood. Wade’s hair blustered around his face, and he held up his arms in a protective “X” in front of his face. He pushed forward against the wind. Once close to Parker, Wade punched the kid in the face, sending Parker over the barricade. I let out a squeak of alarm, bringing my hands up to my mouth as Parker crumpled beside me. As I wondered if I’d have to perform more first aid, and despite the blood on his face, Parker laughed. “Finally,” he said as Wade leapt over the barricade and went to Parker’s side. “Yo, it’s been years and you finally give it your all.” “That wasn't my all,” Wade said, holding his palm over Parker’s face. A white light glowed around his hand. “I’ve tackled people much bigger than your string-bean self to the ground.” “Yeah, but they were wearing football gear.” “Stop talking,” Wade instructed. “You’re gonna mess up the healing.”

Notice - The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

I flew away to get a better picture of things. On the Shoeless team, Lexi, Gwen, Maddie, and Wade had been taken down. On my team, Rose, Liam, Niri, and Parker were down. In the center, Noelle and Ash stood back-to-back, Ash with her hand on her temple. Noelle thrust her arm out just as an orange streak neared, which disappeared as George was flung against the wall, then crumpled to the ground. Realizing their psychic connection, I flew toward the two in the middle, flying low only to knock Ash off her feet with the sparring stick before shooting back up to a safe distance. Noelle flung her arm out, and a sudden force grabbed onto the stick, pulling me forward. I flew backward as much as I could, holding onto the stick until my knuckles paled. Noelle glanced at Tyler bending the light toward Custos’ collar with one hand and warding off Kelsey’s attacks with the other—Kelsey was holding back, only sending short bursts of dark energy at a time. Couldn’t say that I blamed her. Noelle raised her right arm. I followed her gesture to see the lights on the ceiling shake—then a short popping sound burst and all the lights went out. I didn’t notice the noise until it suddenly became silent. An unsettling shudder caused a temporary falter of my grip as I lost any sign of the people in the room, but I quickly regained it.

Ring - The Secret Portal Part Two (Robbie POV)

“I feel like I’d have to include the word ‘scarlet’ in my name somewhere.” “Why?” “Because it’s the color of my powers.” “Oh, I thought it was because it was the color of your jacket.” I looked down to see I was, indeed, wearing a red jacket. “Nah, this isn’t the exact color. It’s more… hold on.” I pulled out my phone, typing in “shades of red” into the search bar. “Um, uh… vermillion.” “What the hell is vermillion?” I showed him. He nodded. “I’d actually say your powers are more vermillion than your sweater. Your sweater is more… la—” He squinted at the screen. “La-ter-i-tious. Lateritious? That’s a color?” I turned the screen back toward me. “Hm. I guess. So my powers aren’t scarlet?” “Not saying they’re vermillion, but they’re more vermillion than your sweater.” “Vermillion does have a better ring to it than scarlet,” I said. “Maybe we should ask Sammy. Don’t girls see colors better than guys or something?” “I think so.” “Will get her opinion later,” I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket. “The Vermillion Energizer! No, that’s stupid, forget I even spoke.” “The Vermillion… yeah I can’t think of anything. Maybe you could just go by Vermillion.”

Cold - from The Secret Portal Part Two (George POV)

Damian turned the monitor toward me. “Superspeed.” I blinked. Then a smile stretched across my face. “That’s actually helpful! Dad was working on how to reverse chronokinetic freezing using superspeed!” “Georgie, that is amazing news, but it will be hard to convince Jef to listen.” “I just need to find my dad’s journals!” I wondered if just running would make my power kick in. I ran out the door and down the hall, feeling a charge within me until an orange flash of lightning traveled around my vision. I ran to the door where my dad used to work and pressed the button. The door slid open at a painfully slow rate. I tried to turn off my new powers. “George!” Damian called from down the hall. The door slid open at a normal rate. “It’s late! We’ll continue this in the morning! Let’s go to bed.” I looked into the dark room, the cold air rushing past me. “Okay,” I said, pressing the button to close the door. Down the hall, Damian nodded, turning slightly. My thoughts now raced faster than ever, and after a half-second of an hour-long debate, the lightning appeared in my vision as I ran into the lab. I looked through the shelves until I found my dad’s tablet, gathering dust like no one had consulted it in months. I ran back to the hall and hit the tablet in my pocket with my personal one before going back to normal time. The door closed. I followed Damian around the hall, feeling slightly light-headed, but a drive for tomorrow.

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q-ueen-potato · 1 year

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A story for my reincarnation au.

@alexoreality I told you I was going to do it.

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There was no music.

As he walked through the cobblestone streets of the city, Nika was surprised by the lack of people on the streets in the middle of the sun festival.

"The party yesterday was realy wild shishishi" the god remembers imagining that the people were still sleeping. Jumping onto a roof he laughs balancing on the tiles as the sun rises over the horizon

"Hi other me, I think we're too soon"

From where he was, he could see something in the center of the city, on his altar. A large amount of food lays on a golden plate, smiling Nika stretches his arms throwing himself to the altar

"They won't mind if I start earlier" so Nika takes the big piece of meat from the plate, holds it out towards the sun before taking a big bite.

Something moved in his mouth. Nika spits out the piece he bit off at the same time as he looks down at the meat in his hand where he could see verms ,worms and bugs in the food. Horrified he throws the meat away before checking the rest of the offering, the fruits were rotten, there were bugs everywhere. Candles extinguished.

Looking around Nika began to notice that things were strange. There were broken windows, clothes and shoes on the streets…there was blood on the stone floor of the city.

How did he not feel it?

In anger, the sun god hits the golden plate causing it to fall, revealing the painting on the altar. Some of the sun's rays had been erased making the symbol look like a dragon's claw.

"What…"

"Enjoyed my little offering Nika?"

Turning towards the sound Nika saw the taller woman, on her head a long crown adorned her hair. The empty orbs staring at him.

"What did you do?" Nika says taking a few steps forward only to fall to his knees as the chains caught his wrist, the smell of the sea coming strong "Kairoseki?"

"Ah yes. Your grandfather's creation to subjugate the rowdy gods, Lord Mar didn't even realize why I wanted it for" Im walks slowly towards Nika who is kneeling on the last step, at the goddess's feet shadows circled removing some of the stones

"What have you done with my devotees?" Nika asks again angrily, the straw hat (an offering from the same city for about 200 years) hanging around his neck

"You shouldn't worry about them right now…you're the one in danger here"

"See Sun Lord" Im keep saying while holding Nika's face with one hand, her fingertips leaving dark marks on the fair skin "I have a goal and you are the only thing in my way"

"Do you think that taking me out of the game will make you win? My father and grandfather will not let you get away with this Im. You will spend eternity in the World Beyond" the young god says changing his position minimally ensuring more movement for his arms

"Without the freedom to assert your voice, even justice and truth can be controlled"

Nika feels his heart ache with what the goddess suggested, she intended to eliminate three gods at once. Rewriting the distribution of power in Divine Land.

The god looks up to the sky feeling tears form at the sight of what his world would become, then he searches the sky for a cloud to answer his call

"FATHER" screams Nika to the clouds, they weren't loaded to bring rain but they would be enough to carry the message to the lord of the storm

"It's no use calling your father Nika, he can't hear you. How do you think my acolytes entered your city without you noticing?" Im explains as Nika notices the thin, almost invisible veil of darkness covering the city "How did their soldiers slaughter and chain your devotees within the city you are patron?"

Nika look at the humans who accompanied Im, as soon as he recognized them the betrayal hit him like a punch in the face. There were Queen Donquixote Domenica, King Nefertari Dune and many others who celebrated together at the beginning of this same week.

"PAPA, HELP MY PEOPLE" Nika pleads for the lives of his followers as a small rain cloud approaches

"It looks like it's going to rain" the goddess pulls something out of her tunic, an irregular dagger made of the same material as the chains "It's a shame he doesn't see what's going to happen"

Tilting his head slightly to the right, Im signaled her acolytes to light the candles. Black flames danced in golden candles whose flames were usually white.

Nika's eyes widen with tears as he realizes what Im was doing. This was not an execution, this was a sacrifice.

Slowly, Im ran the tip of the blade across the empty orb of her eyes muttering words that couldn't be understood. In a quick cut she opens a wound in Nika's chest.

"May the light offer itself to the void"

And then Im thrusts his hand into the open cut, holding the god's heart with his hand.

Nika didn't scream.

Stopping crying, a loud laugh came out of the freedom god's body. The pure sound echoing throughout the square. Displeased with the reaction, Im hold the heart tighter.

In the blink of an eye, Nika brings her hand to Im's chest. Glowing fingers gripped the skin exposed by the cleavage, just above the goddess's heart.

Nika throws his head back laughing out loud, the rope holding his hat comes loose and the hat disappears just like the sun that was covered by clouds.

"I'm going to kick your ass back into the empty" says Nika between laughs

"I want to see you try" and with a quick movement, Im removes his hand from Nika's chest and she falls motionless backwards. The right hand of the god closed into a fist.

As soon as Nika's head hits the ground, rain begins to fall.

Im looks at the cloud with her head up, she extends her arm towards the cloud showing her arm bathed in golden blood and the orb of light and fire shining through her fingers.

Taking one last look at the dead god, Im turns away from the city. Nefertari Dune pauses for a moment, his eyes going to the god he had spoken with just a few days before. Closing his eyes, the king bows briefly before resuming his path.

At the altar, bathed in blood and showered in mourning. Nika was dead.

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Zinabi climbs the stairs slowly, each step echoing in hus head as a reminder of his failure. The rain fell hard, the wind roaring and tearing the roofs off the houses.

Suddenly the wind dies as the god kneels on the gold-stained stone.

"No" he looks at the motionless younger god, his eyes still open and a smile on his face.

Zinabi pulls Nika close, laying his son's head and shoulders on his knees, fingers through the white hair that once floated like clouds and now looked like ordinary hair.

He runs his hands over Nika's face, squeezing the skin as if he can't believe his eyes. His skin didn't stretch.

Looking further down he would have vomited if he wasn't a god, there was a hole big enough for a hand to fit in.

The golden candles on Nika's altar were corrupted by black flames that had already been extinguished by the rain. Rage roared in the ears of the god of truth, his son was sacrificed to Im, the goddess of the Void.

"I'm sorry, it's cold" taking off her hooded cloak, Zinabi wraps his cold body (Nika was never cold) in the cloak and holds it in his lap. He had noticed the mark left on his wrists by the handcuffs and could only hold his son closer to his body as tears streamed down his face.

Then he started to sing.

he never stop singing until they had reached the shore of the island, and there standing in the sand was Mar. The god looked with pain at his son and grandson who approached the water

"The sun has gone out, its glow chained to the sky"

Mar didn't needed his son to know that, he could already feel justice becoming distorted with the absence of freedom.

The elder god holds out his arms for hisbgrandson to be placed in them. Arranging Nika in his arms, Mar notices his fist still tightly clenched.

"What does he have in his hand?" Mar asks, attracting the curiosity of Zinabi who affectionately takes his son's right hand and begins to open the fingers carefully.

Surprised, Zinabi couldn't resist laughing at the sight of a dark purple and irregular seed. It was as big as a ping pong ball and completely misshapen.

"Nika my sweet boy" Zinabi admires the seed while laughing through his tears "you didn't go down without a fight"

"He freed Im… freed her from her divinity"

Mar laughs out loud before placing a kiss on her grandson's white hair. Nika's eyes had already been closed, but hisbsmile remained intact, the pride of his actions permanently stamped on his face.

"She might still be immortal….but she's human" Zinabi holds the seed in his hand thinking about what to do with what his son got.

There is silence for a few moments, the momentary joy fading as Mar bent down to place Nika's body in the water.

"I'm still not ready to let him go to the World Beyond" Mar watches as the waters cover Nika's body like an embrace as it pulls him down to the depths "We can only hope that the waters will bring him back one day"

"The bottom of the sea is a lonely place, Nika doesn't like to be alone"

"He won't wait long, soon thousands of men and women will be sailing these waters. Singing, adventuring…being free"

"That's right"

The god of the seas looks at his son before extending his hand asking for the seed. Watching the seed against the light, Mar knew Im had done the same, turned Nika's heart into a seed, into a fruit.

Closing his eyes he throws the seed against the sea causing a wave towards the open sea.

"Under the sky, on the earth, facing the sea. who eat the fruits of the devil will never be welcomed by the sea. My arms will pull them down to the depths where the sun does not belong"

Father and son look at each other feeling the wheels of the universe change, they needed to win the war until Nika returned.

Once again, they failed him.

#deity au #one piece au #god Luffy #God garp #god Dragon #one piece #Nika Luffy #monkey d luffy #monkey d dragon #monkey d garp

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*En el Penthouse*

Splinter 2003 : bien hijos míos el entrenamiento de hoy es pelea con su oponente con los ojos vendados 🙂😄

Leo 2003, Mikey 2003, Donnie 2003 and Raph 2003 : entendído Sensei 😃😁🙂😉*voltean sus vendas*

Stefany 2003 :*se cruza los brazos*no lo se, de su entrenamiento con los ojos vendados es una mala idea 🤨😐¿Lee,Qué sucede si te lastima?😕🥺💓💖💕

Leo 2003 : No te preocupes cariño no voy a lastimarme 😁😉💞💝❣️siempre platico con los ojos vendados y nunca jamás me he lastimado😏😘⚔️💕💗💖

Anastasia 2003 : Mikey en verdad puedes verme? 😕😊💓💞💝

Mikey 2003 : Perdón mi princesa no te puedo verte pero sí olerte 😁😉💖❣️💘*huele a Anastasia* Mmm, siento que hueles a flores de primavera ya vainilla francesa con canela🥰😄🏵️💐🌼💕💗💝💓

Raph 2003 :*aprieta sus puños*Mikey, podía dejar de oler y concéntrate mejor en el entrenamiento 😡😒🤼‍♂️

Donnie 2003 :*saca su bastón*Chicos, por favor cálmense el entrenamiento va a comenzar 😄🙂🤼‍♂️

Splinter 2003 :*golpea su bastón al suelo*listo que comience la práctica de batalla 😀😤

Raph 2003 :*agarra a Mikey*Oh ya te encontré hermano 😆😉*se tropieza y que se cae al suelo con Mikey* Ay~😫😵‍💫💫

Mikey 2003 :*se soba la cabeza* Raph, la próxima vez avísame no estaba listo aún 😡😤

Donnie 2003 : bien Ahora es mi turno para atacar 😄😁🏃‍♂️*corre y se atropepiesa y cae encima de de sus hermanos* Ay, no era mi idea de atacar 😵‍💫😅

April 2003 :*corre hacia Donnie* Dios, mi amor debe tener más cuidado de tu práctica un poco más casi te lastima tu linda cara 😟🥺💘💖💕*ayuda a Donnie a levantarlo*

Anastasia 2003 :*ayuda a Mikey a levantarlo* Si, creo que fue una mala idea que entrenaran con los ojos vendados 😕😅💓💞*besa a Mikey en la frente*Muah~😚💋💖💕💘

Joi 2003 :*ayuda a Raph a levantarlo* es cierto Supongo que Stefany tenía razón fue una mala idea 😟🤨🤼‍♂️

Stefany 2003 : ven se los dije Qué es una mala idea🙄😒 al menos mi tortuguita no se lastimó🥰😌💓🩷💕

Leo 2003 :*corre hacia los chicos* ¿chicos aún sigue praticando?🤨🤼‍♂️*se apropiesa con Stefany y cae encima de ella* Ay, creo que sí dolió 😵‍💫😅*aprieta lo senos de Stefany* qué extraño siento que toque algo son muy grandes y suaves 🤨🤔🪶

@inspiredwriter

Stefany 2003: *Blushes* Ah...😳😰💦 Leo, you...😣💦

Anastasia 2003: What happened, Stefany, why are you-🤨 *Looks at Leo lying on Stefany* Wow...😯😳

Mikey 2003: Anastasia, what's going on there?🤨 I don't see anything😣😕 *Takes off the blindfold and looks at Leo, who is lying on Stefany and touching her breasts* Phmphpmh...😊😁 *Holds back laughter*

Donnie 2003: Mikey, what are you giggling about?🤨🫤 *Takes off the bandage* Oh..😳🫢 *Tugs April's T-shirt sleeve*

April 2003: Donnie, sweetheart, is there something you want to tell me?😉🥰 *Looks at Leo and Stefany* Oh god, poor Stefany...😳😥

Joi: *Removes Raph's blindfold and looks at Leo and Stefany* Is there something wrong with her?😄🤨 Ugh...😳 this looks very embarrassing😅😓

Raph 2003: *Looks at Leo amd Stefany* Why is Leo caressing Stefany's breast?🫤😒

Stefany 2003: *Speaks in a whisper and almost tearfully* Lee, stop touching my breast right now, I beg you...🤫😫

Leo 2003: *Turns head* My kitty, are you here?😧🤨 I didn’t hear what you were telling me😕🔉 *Removes the bandage and blushes* Oh God, Stefany, forgive me...🤯🥺💖🩷💗💞 I didn’t want to embarrass you, I just couldn’t understand what it was...😣💦💓💘💕

Splinter 2003: *Enters the dojo* What's the matter, my children, why did you stop training?🤨😠

@swagreecrow

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innoia · 6 months

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Era la vigilia di Natale, tesoro

It was Christmas Eve babe

Nel serbatoio degli ubriachi

In the drunk tank

Un vecchio mi ha detto, non ne vedrò un altro

An old man said to me, won't see another one

E poi ha cantato una canzone

And then he sang a song

La rara vecchia rugiada di montagna

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Ho voltato il viso dall'altra parte

I turned my face away

E ti ho sognato

And dreamed about you

Ho avuto una fortuna

Got on a lucky one

Sono arrivati diciotto a uno

Came in eighteen to one

ho una sensazione

I've got a feeling

Quest'anno è per me e te

This year's for me and you

Quindi buon Natale

So happy Christmas

Ti amo piccola

I love you baby

Posso vedere un momento migliore

I can see a better time

Quando tutti i nostri sogni diventano realtà

When all our dreams come true

Hanno macchine grandi come sbarre

They've got cars big as bars

Hanno fiumi d'oro

They've got rivers of gold

Ma il vento ti attraversa

But the wind goes right through you

Non è un posto per vecchi

It's no place for the old

La prima volta che mi hai preso la mano

When you first took my hand

In una fredda vigilia di Natale

On a cold Christmas Eve

Mi hai promesso

You promised me

Broadway mi stava aspettando

Broadway was waiting for me

Eri bello

You were handsome

Eri carina

You were pretty

Regina di New York

Queen of New York City

Quando la band finì di suonare

When the band finished playing

Urlavano per averne di più

They howled out for more

Sinatra stava oscillando

Sinatra was swinging

Tutti gli ubriachi cantavano

All the drunks they were singing

Ci siamo baciati in un angolo

We kissed on a corner

Poi ha ballato tutta la notte

Then danced through the night

I ragazzi del coro della polizia di New York

The boys of the NYPD choir

Cantavano Galway Bay

Were singing Galway Bay

E le campane suonavano

And the bells were ringing out

Per il giorno di Natale

For Christmas day

Sei un barbone

You're a bum

Sei un punk

You're a punk

Sei una vecchia sgualdrina della spazzatura

You're an old slut on junk

Steso lì, quasi morto, sotto flebo, in quel letto

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

Stronzo, verme

You scumbag, you maggot

Sei un frocio schifoso da quattro soldi

You cheap lousy faggot

Buon Natale, culo tuo

Happy Christmas your arse

Prego Dio che sia l'ultimo

I pray God it's our last

I ragazzi del coro della polizia di New York

The boys of the NYPD choir

Canto ancora nella baia di Galway

Still singing Galway Bay

E le campane suonano

And the bells are ringing out

Per il giorno di Natale

For Christmas day

Avrei potuto essere qualcuno

I could have been someone

Beh, anche chiunque potrebbe farlo

Well so could anyone

Mi hai portato via i miei sogni

You took my dreams from me

Quando ti ho trovato per la prima volta

When I first found you

Li ho tenuti con me, tesoro

I kept them with me babe

Li ho messi con i miei

I put them with my own

Non posso farcela da solo

Can't make it all alone

Ho costruito i miei sogni intorno a te

I've built my dreams around you

I ragazzi del coro della polizia di New York

The boys of the NYPD choir

Canto ancora nella baia di Galway

Still singing Galway Bay

E le campane suonano

And the bells are ringing out

Per il giorno di Natale

For Christmas day

#innoia #natale #the pogues

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unpolished notes on mysterious mysteries (why am I starting here? why not)

It gets long

the conspiracy theorists are odd balls I need to rewatch first episode they're in to see if the whole "alien said to listen to the blob" means anything

The host is at the end of his rope and desperate to keep his job (I'm kinda wondering what was going on behind the scenes here)

Pig foot drives him to look back into the archives despite the scar he received "last time" (god this is fic bait. I might need to write something for eventually. Just have Dib give this man ptsd)

HC: MM Host tried to sue for his injuries but the same network owns both the stations MM and Membrane's show run on and they persuaded him to settle out of court. He only got his bills covered cause the rest of that money could go in REAL science.

There is so much in the Dib archives. It's bigger then the room they started in.

Host immediately see the potential in the video. (Senpai noticed acknowledged you Dib!)

Host is VERY quick to make his thoughts about Dib known despite trying to stay professional.

HC: Dib totally sent in that clip of himself as a toddler. Probably years ago with some sort of fucking fan mail. "I wanna be like you when I grow up! This show is my favorite! Praise me! I'm so young and I've been doing this so long. Pretty cool, right? I know." (Verm's on the money about the Zim and the Tallest parallels to Dib and Host)

Baby Gaz only gets frustated when the blocks read aliens. So I'm gonna assume Membrane was already making comments about it at this point.

Dib's so full of himself in his retelling. He's trying to sound so serious and professional/smart yet humble as he narrates into it. Full blown boasting. He's failing the assignment.

Whether his hero complex is fogging his recollection of things and he geniunely believes this is how it when down or he's embellishing is an interesting question. (Dib is kinda one of my blindspots) It's likely a bit of both.

I do believe he views Gaz as a sidekick. I wonder if he actually views Gaz as a scared little girl despite how terrifying she. It's actually pretty likely that he doesn't really know her at all despite living with her and being family. It's a very Membrane thing. Could be part of the reason Gaz is how she is. She has no reason to trust Dib if he's too busy with his paranormal shit to even know her by now.

He's obviously making Zim out to be a bigger threat. I do think he's purposely embellishing here. Mostly about Zim shooting at him.

Emphasizing things through redundent rephrasing. (don't look at me)

Really getting into the straight up lies now. "But I was too much for him." You were not.

He's so fucking sure of himself. Nothing else has worked Dib. Stop trying to be cool infront of your idol it's not gonna do anything.

Dib's day has been ruined.

Zim's so quick to look into the camera as he acts. He flinches at alien, has his tiny tyraid and then snapping quickly back to acting.

I reiterate. Dib's day has been ruined. The sad look he gives to host, when he's talking to Zim.

It's interesting that when he says he's playing "like a human earth larva" he's up in the tree with Gir. Were you just fucking around trying to keep the robot distracted Zim? Or was that the actors just getting ready for the next shoot?

We know Zim's bullshitting to some degree. Very clearly about the lunch monzies. But I do think on some level he just sees Dib's bullshit as bullying.

The little cowaring and sobbing, love Zim's lies here. He's absolutely playing the victim for sympathy cause it's a strategy that normally works for him (on earth), but damn if Host wasn't the perfect target for it. Like the man clearly views Dib as a menace. It wouldn't take alot to sway him.

Day further ruined. Dad's not even here and he's still killing your dreams, Dib. (How'd you get the world's most famous scientist as your expert, huh, Host?) I bet Membrane fucking jumped on the oppurtiny to debunk something on Dib's favorite show. He loves to be seen. He's correcting "misinformation" with REAL science. And his son is going to be watching! Even better. I bet he didn't even know Dib was on the show.

"He told me my daddy is a yeti." Starts to breakdown. "My daddy's not a yeti! HE'S NOT A YEEETTTI!!!" Those were some strong thumps. How much did Dib harass this kid?

"Well, Dib," distain clear in his voice.

So full of himself. Also repetition.

Zim was so ready to eat that thing.

I think Host's fear of Dib extended to Gaz, but he's more open about it cause she's more outwardly aggressive. It's not that he got shit thrown at his head. But the fact he's fully expecting to get hurt again while filming this episode and he feels like he's being forced to do this.

Also the budget's getting pretty low, huh? Hosts typically aren't camera men.

Gaz being very clear about how she views most people. I do think the view that she's smarter then everyone else is also a Membrane trait. And she maybe right in the show, but she also just sees nothing but stupidity in everyone else.

"Restrain him!" AAAAAGGHHHAAAAH!!!! It almost sounds like he's being punched.

Stacy: WITNESS. GIR isn't even bothering with a disguise. Zim called him in and he's just like Ookie Dookie! Waves at camera.

"LET HER TALK! Can't you see she's upset." Zim quiets without a fuss.

Is- is that a zombie in the squirrel suit?

"I feel bad for the ugly green kid," you were primed to sir. You were primed to. But like Zim did make the best case here. In isolation perhaps Dib's would be as strong, but with his mischaracterization of Gaz his story takes a major hit. (Dib can't make a compelling case to save his life. He was only staying to cool at the begin because of who he was talking to. He didn't want to come off badly. If he took that adittude into more of his arguement I think more people would be willing to hear him out at the very least.)

"But not an alien." I absolutely love the delivery of that line. I love it!

Tiny yeeee! and he walks off with gir.

HC: Host is the creator of Mysterious Mysteries and has basically bankrupted himself keeping it a float. The man is deep in debt and the network has him by the balls.

Maybe I'm wrong here, but I feel like Zim was giving Host a similiar amount of respect to what he gives Ms. Bitters.

This is definitely one of my favorite episodes. From the delivery of the lines, to the staging of the story, to host's slow crumbling until he just breakdown on set and of course an appearance from the Professor.

#refriedramblings #show notes

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5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

35. Any sibling characters?

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

leon!!!! hes become my favorite character and i think everyone needs to take a good look at him and appreciate everything he has to offer.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

there was a point when i posted a group of characters in earth 2068 who havent been introduced yet, and i remember at least one person thought this one was related to verm and phil, so i guess they apparently resemble each other?

shes not related to them though!

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

i couldnt quite decide which was more complicated between the two of them so ill just do both

these are kazos (left) and chavrix (right), two gods in the campaign that i started DMing last summer and then neglected for months (still need to get back on that. oops). kazos is the queen of the underworld and also primordial time, and chavrix is the primordial sun. kazos is a bitch and chavrix is a whore and thats all you need to know

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

leon :( must i explain. i think if i got a hug from leon valakos all my problems would be solved

35. Any sibling characters?

these guys!

graham, phoenix and tegan nolastname. himbo, angstlord and chaos gremlin respectively. not genetically related but they were raised together in the same science experiment.

oh, and then theres olivia and samuel riemann, siblings from the first musical i wrote

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

i realized a long time ago that there are certain archetypes i flock to when designing characters, and i decided to write them down so i could be more intentional about it, whether that means purposefully using/combining them or purposefully avoiding them. here are the highlights (im sure you can pick out a few that have made their way into earth 2068)

as for looks... i mean. surely you guys have picked up on how i feel about dad bods by this point. and i have an impulse to make characters buff, just because? i also drift towards big noses more often than not. i love noses that are like. triangles. and aquiline noses!

#oc asks #oc art #quark art #asks

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Perhaps it was not the smartest idea for the small rodent to go rooting around someone elses farm and garden, but seeing a tangled mess of weeds and a rather invasive species at that just irked the berserker something fierce. Such a beautiful place being marred by pesky weeds wouldn't stand. He had half a mind to speak with the owner of this garden, but alas, it wasn't his problem, right? Most things hardly are, but old habits die hard it seems... He looked around a moment, seeing nobody around before he got his paws dirty and started to pluck the weeds and sat them aside in a neat little pile.

The crops that were growing were still budding, but that was the point of this experiment.

Ivy had shrunk down into a much smaller size. The size of a mouse, give or take. Why? Because of an experiment after she had heard the squeaks and cheers of mice. It was perhaps odd to say, but she had seen by accident of how animals here acted a bit.. Too much like humans. At least the rodents did as far as she was concerned. She had only caught a glimpse, and what she had seen had been weird little mice wearing thimbles as helmets. Which she found odd.

But it had given her an idea. So she had sought a place she believed she could make a hidden nook for herself and started to make a domicile and started growing.

The plants she was growing from regular seeds she had brought with her? Watermelons to start with. They were out of season, but that was an easy fix for her. But she was first allowing them to grow and take in the dirt on their own. But that meant that the weeds had more of a grip, and she was learning the pro's, cons and the risks that might come with growing plants at an equal size.

And now Verm had done her a favor. She had built her home in the park where she had seen some odd gray squirrels roam about and live in a big tree. They looked like the mean sort, so she had stayed away.

The grass above her looked like stalks of trees, and it was hard to see any further since the event horizon was so much stranger from this height. So she didn't bother much to try, and just let the grass hide her and her little hill away.

She saw Verm dig through the weeds, and she was a bit surprised. She herself wore a simple dress that covered her up and made her look modest. Normally she would be very shy, but she saw how the brown mouse in front of her took apart the weeds with care and experience.

"Mm, sir?" Ivy started, trying to approach the mouse gently. "Can I help you?" She asked him gently.

@fexrtherexper

#forest lover (ivy)#fexrtherexper

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #173 texts

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burning-the-write-oil · 3 years

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Love to Hate You

Request: Hi there! Not sure if you are taking on requests at the moment but if you have the time, would you be able to please write smut about Javier x reader where reader is training to be in the DEA but she doesn’t get along with Javier and vice versa. (etc.) -Anon

Characters: Javier Peña/F!Reader

Words: 3.1k

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Explicit sexual references, swearing, alcohol, a bit of heated arguing (Javi’s a little rough in the beginning), vaginal penetration, spanking, consensual choking, dirty talk/name-calling (slut), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sex in front of a mirror.

A/N: Back with a new fic!! Sorry it’s taking so long to get to these requests! I switched a few things around in the request, but it’s the same general concept. This is much different than anything I’ve written before, so please be gentle if this isn’t very great or seems a bit rushed. I’ve been wanting to write more Javi for a while and I had fun writing this fic! If you enjoyed it, please like, reblog, and/or comment! Thanks for reading!!

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Office work. Again. You sighed, leaning back in your chair and brushing aside a strand of your dark hair that had fallen from the high ponytail you’d quickly put it in while running late this morning. You’d been told for the past week you’d get to go out with some of the agents, finally get a break from going through paperwork and pulling files. God forbid a woman did some “man’s work”...

You were in the middle of clipping some documents together when you heard your name. You rolled your eyes, pausing with an annoyed sigh and ignoring the call. You knew that voice anywhere and you wished it could’ve been anyone else’s voice. Without turning around, you clipped the papers together, placing them in the manila file and setting it to the side with the others.

“Hermosa!”

You groaned, turning around with a sickly sweet smile to find Javier Peña approaching your desk.

“¿Qué necesitas, Javi?” Your eyes met his deep brown ones before returning to the stack of files you still had in front of you. You may not have been fluent in Spanish after transferring here from the United States, but you did know how to keep a conversation going most of the time.

“¿No estás contenta de verme?” He teased, a smirk spreading across his lips, “Me estás rompiendo el corazón.”

You sighed, setting the file you had just grabbed back on the table before turning around to face him directly.

“What?”

“Got a call that might get us some more information on Escobar. Figured you might be interested in riding along with Murphy and I, but if you’re too busy…” He trailed off with a small grin, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no.

Your eyes immediately lit up and you grabbed your jacket before getting up from your seat.

You grabbed your bag and made your way past him before calling out, “Why didn’t you just start with that instead of being an asshole?”

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The truth was you didn’t hate Javier Peña. He was a fine agent and got the work done. What you did hate was how he acted like he owned the place. How he acted like he could just look at any woman, say something charming, and get her to do whatever he wanted, though you knew they weren’t objecting at all. If there was anything you’d heard from the women in the office that had been one of his “victims” as you called them, it was that he was a very generous lover.

But right now? Right now you felt like you hated him more than you had since you first arrived at the DEA in Colombia.

“You are fucking ridiculous!” You yelled, getting out of the car after Javi had parked outside the office.

“Guys, can we not? Let’s just all agree Peña’s an asshole and move on?” Steve interrupted getting out of the car along with Javi, slamming the car door and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.

“No! He asked me to come along for the stakeout, to come check out the area and then told me to stay in the car! What, is it because I’m a woman? I can’t handle the job?” You ranted, taking a few steps towards him. You were a few inches shorter than him in the shoes you had switched into, but your frustration and annoyance of the situation made up for your height.

Javi didn’t say anything, eyes following you in amusement as he brought his lighter up to light the cigarette that was now between his lips.

“Unbelievable…” You scowled, making your way back into the office and shaking your head.

After entering the office, you stopped by your desk before walking to the filing room, checking to see if there were any other files added that you needed to look through that day. It wasn’t more than a few minutes later you heard the door to the filing room shut and the sound of footsteps approaching. You glanced over your shoulder to find Javi, leaning against one of the shelves, eyeing you carefully.

“If you came in here to make some snide comments, you can go.”

He scoffed, shaking his head with a small smirk.

“I didn’t do anything, hermosa. We didn’t know who was going to be there. I was trying to keep you safe.” He spoke, his tone casual as he watched you scan the boxes.

“I can take care of myself, Peña. I’m a big girl.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the box you needed and turning towards the door to leave.

Javi was still standing in front of it, arms folded over his chest as he carefully watched you.

“You mean you are an actual agent? I just thought you were here to sit behind a desk and run paperwork.” You could hear the very obvious sarcastic tone in his voice, but it didn’t stop you from seeing red.

You barely had time to form a second thought before your hand met his right cheek. You saw his eyes widen in surprise and you were sure the surprise was evident on your own expression as well. Never had you slapped anyone. This only served to show how this man could make your blood boil.

Before you could even say anything, you were abruptly pushed up against the wall right next to the file room door. Your back hit with light force; it was intended to catch you off guard than hurt you, you figured as you saw him tower over you. You still managed to hold onto the box against your side, your eyes watching him intently. Javi would never hurt you, but you knew he was just as caught up in the moment as you were. His hand moved to rest at your throat and you could see his brown eyes almost turn even darker. Wait, was he getting turned on by this? You couldn’t lie, you did feel warmth rush to your cheeks at the feeling of his fingers lightly pressed at the sides of your neck.

“Do it again, I fucking dare you.” He said lowly, his face a mere inches from yours as his eyes stayed focused on your own.

If you leaned forward any further, your lips would be brushing his.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You mumbled with a small smirk, trying to find the will in you to push him away and get back to what you were originally doing.

“Playing with fire, hermosa.”

Neither of you moved. You could feel his warm breath brushing your cheeks, a hint of cigarette smoke and mint gum.

“Hey Peña, you seen-” The door to the file room opened quickly as you heard Steve’s voice.

Javi instantly moved away from you, leaning against one of the shelves across from you as if you two had been having a conversation and he didn’t just have you up against the wall with his hand around your throat. A part of you that you pushed away immediately wanted his hand back around your neck…

“Oh... Hey.” He paused, looking between you both for a moment and raising a brow. “Was going to ask if you guys wanted to grab a drink or somethin’?”

“Sure, sounds good.” You responded with a forced smile, taking a step around Steve and leaving the file room without giving Javi another look.

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It wasn’t like he was wearing something different, but for the life of you, you could not keep your eyes off of him. Javi had removed his tie, leaving him in a white button down and dark suit jacket, which was now draped across the back of his chair. He’d gotten up a few moments ago to get another drink at the bar.

You eyed him over the rim of your own glass, watching him take a drink of his whiskey, fixated on the way the muscles of his neck moved as he swallowed the amber liquid. He caught your gaze as he glanced over his shoulder and you couldn’t help the blush rising to your cheeks as you immediately looked away. What the fuck was wrong with you? Did you really need to get laid that bad?

You turned your attention back to Steve, who mentioned Connie had wanted to get together with you next weekend, before something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t help but shift your gaze, watching as Javi casually leaned against the bar as one of the very beautiful servers giggled at something he’d said.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the tension immediately return as you watch him give his signature smirk, leaning on the counter in such a way you’d seen him do a million times when trying to charm the office secretary or any other informant into doing him a favor. “Mutually beneficial situation” he’d always claim when talking about informants.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised?”

Your gaze immediately shifted back to Steve, who now had his gaze directed towards Javi and the woman.

You scoffed, taking a drink of your vodka soda, “Does he have to do this every time?”

“He might die if he doesn’t.” Steve deadpanned, giving you a playful shove to your shoulder before getting up. “You going to head home too?”

You shake your head, “I’ll finish my drink and let the lothario know you went home. Say hi to Connie for me.”

Steve nods with a grin, downing the rest of his beer before exiting the bar. You take another icy glance towards the bar when you notice Javi looking directly at you across the room. You raise a brow, finishing the rest of your drink just as he starts to make his way back over to you.

“You manage to reel one in?” You tease, setting your glass back on the table.

“Jealous?” He quirks a brow at you, taking the seat beside you where Steve had been.

“Hardly. Was just about to head out actually.”

He leans a little closer to you, eyeing you carefully. “So soon?”

“Not like you need me here anyways,” You give another look back towards the server before looking back at Javi, “And I’m bored.”

“Bored? I can think of a few ways to fix that problem. Maybe keep your brain and your mouth occupied…” His eyes slowly look you up and down, fixing on your lips before meeting your gaze again.

The alcohol does have you feeling a bit subdued and you’d be lying if you said his stare wasn’t making you press your thighs together.

Biting your lower lip, you answer, “You’re all talk, Peña.”

He lowers his voice, leans forward to bring his lips next to your ear so he knows you hear him, “Do you want to find out?”

You don’t shove him away when he gently strokes your knee with his palm, the skirt you’d changed back into making the warmth immediately present. Your breath catches as his fingers slowly drift towards your inner thigh, his lips just barely brushing the outer shell of your ear.

You sit back after a moment, eyeing him carefully. There was no teasing expression, no look of malicious intent you could see in his gaze on occasion. Everything told you he was being serious. And nothing in you was urging you to say no. Except for one thing. Javier Peña hated you.

“Nice try, but I think you’ve got another woman waiting for you.” You glance towards the bar and back at him before making your way to the restroom in the back.

You walk into the bathroom, letting out the breath you must have been holding unconsciously from the tension of what had just happened. What had just happened? You look at your reflection in the mirror, turning on the faucet to wash your hands when the restroom door opens and Javi appears.

Your eyes widen as he shuts the door behind him, locking the door before turning around to face you. You knew you had to be imagining it, but his eyes looked even darker. Dark with intent. On you.

You turn off the faucet as he makes his way over to you before he having you up against the wall, hand placed firmly around your throat, applying very minimal pressure to the sides.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. I’ll go.” He tells you, eyes searching yours, not touching you any further until you say anything else.

You may have thought he was an asshole, but Javi wasn’t the type of guy to pursue a woman who didn’t want him. And right now, you knew one thing for certain. You did want him.

“Don’t stop.” You affirm, eyes focused on him as you lean into his grasp ever so slightly.

His lips are immediately on yours upon hearing your consent, other hand moving to tangle his fingers in your hair. You instantly notice how soft his lips are, a small gasp escaping you as his tongue runs across your lower lip, begging for entrance.

Your reaction is instant; his tongue toying with yours for a moment before starting to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His hands are quick to lift your shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily to take advantage of the exposed skin and leave open mouthed kisses along the top of your breasts. You’re both panting, the air in the cramped bathroom feeling even more heavy and sticky as he pulls one of the cups of the black bra down, tongue laving at your hardened nipple as he drops to his knees before you.

“Javi…” You breathe, helplessly pressed against the cold wall of the bathroom, watching as his dark eyes meet yours, his hands moving to push your skirt further up your thighs.

“I’d spend hours between your legs if we had time, hermosa.” His voice had an even more raspy tone as he leaned down to press two soft kisses to each of your inner thighs before moving to stand fully.

You shiver as his dexterous fingers move to pull your panties to the side, teasingly beginning to stroke between your slick folds. Your own hands begin to remove his belt and pants, giving you easier access to stroke his prominent erection.

He groans, pressing kisses to your temple before removing his hand from your slick center and to remove his length from the tight confines of his pants. He uses your slick to slowly stroke his cock, the tip flushed and beginning to leak.

“You’re supposed to hate me.” You breathe, glancing down to watch him stroke himself before looking back up to his eyes.

You squeak as he pulls your body abruptly towards his and presses his lips firmly to yours in a rough kiss as he moves you both further to the right, stopping only when your back hits the porcelain of the sink. He’s quick to then break the kiss and turn you so that your back faces him and your heart stops when you meet his gaze in the mirror in front of you both.

His shirt is about halfway unbuttoned, eyes a deep brown with lust, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath at how frantically you were both on each other. His hair is in a few different directions thanks to your fingers and you could see a thin sheen of sweat along his forehead. More importantly, his eyes were dead set on you.

He growls, “Who says I don’t?”

Before you even have a second to process it, his hand is putting pressure between your shoulders, further bending you over the sink, your hands braces on both of the sides. He pauses, waiting for an affirmation from you that you were still okay with this.

“Show me then.” You answer and you know that gives him the green light to continue.

He’s quick to notch his length at your entrance before slowly thrusting into you, a broken groan escaping his lips and his eyes rolling back ever so slightly. A breathy moan escapes you at the same time, his girth stretching your walls in a pleasurable ache as you adjust to the intrusion.

It only takes a few short thrusts before his hips are pressed to your ass, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of you, your jaw falling open at every rough thrust, steadily thrusting his cock deeper into you. He presses soft kisses along your back, his hands gripping your hips to help pull you back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck… More, Javi, please.” You moan, strands of your hair sticking to your forehead due to the thin layer of sweat that had formed.

He growls before tightening his grip on your hips before resuming his thrusts at a brutal pace, the sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet squelching of your pussy gripping his cock were easily heard through the small bathroom. A sharp gasp left your lips as Javi’s hand landed on your ass.

“You like being fucked when people could hear you? Having people outside hear what a slut you are?” His teeth grazed the shell of your hear, his voice raspy as he pants.

You nod quickly, your head beginning to hang down as you feel your orgasm steadily approach. It only lasted a moment before Javi brought the same hand he’d just used to grab at the roots of your hair, pulling your head back firmly to meet your half-lidded gaze.

“I asked you a question, hermosa.”

“Yes, Javi! God, you feel so fucking good. I’m close!”

He releases your hair, reaching his arm around you

to run steady circles on your clit, his thrusts keeping a steady rhythm as you near your release.

“Come for me, cariño. I’ve got you…” He groans, feeling your walls pulse around him as your orgasm rushes over you, Javi’s name being the only thing falling from your lips.

It only takes a few more thrusts before Javi is pulling out and you feel his cum paint your ass and lower back. You’re both panting, the cramped room only feeling hotter and stickier. You stay bent over the sink, your head hanging forward as you try to catch your breath, your thighs shaking from keeping your back arched and meeting his thrusts.

You hear him grab a few paper towels, wiping his cum off of you before throwing them away and placing a line of soft kisses up your spine.

“You’re still a fucking asshole…” You breathe, reaching for your shirt before slowly standing up and turning to face him.

Javi smirks as he finishes putting his pants and belt back on before buttoning up his shirt.

“Whatever you say.” He finishes pushing the buttons through the holes before taking a step towards you, his nose almost brushing yours. He waits as you fix your panties and helps pull your skirt back down.

“Call me the next time you wanna get rid of some of that stress.” You allow his lips to barely brush yours before he steps back with a wink, allowing you to finish dressing and leaves the bathroom before you without another word.

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blush-and-books · 3 years

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high school au, luke pining for julie, friendship on the cusp of something more?, dahlias

ahh got carried away with this one too would you look at that. this is another combo drabble -- @ the anon who sent the request “high school au, fluff, confession, the chain on luke’s jeans.” this one doesn’t have a precise confession, but... I think you’ll still enjoy it. both of you, hopefully!! thank you guys so much for the amazing requests.

Luke would buy Julie flowers for a wide variety of reasons.

Their friends thought it was almost ridiculous how often Luke would show up at school or band practice or even Julie’s house with a bouquet of dahlias with some reason behind it that wasn’t the fact that he was in love with her and giving her flowers was his romantic love language.

(Yes, we all know his primary love language is touch, but he will hug a stranger he met on the street, so it carries significantly less weight.)

He knows that dahlias are her favorite flower, and he knows how important it is that there are always dahlias in the house to keep the spirit of her mom around in a symbolic way. Wherever there are dahlias, there is Rose -- and Luke understood that almost better than any of their friends.

Which is why he would come up with excuses to give Julie flowers all of the time.

The night of a show? Flowers. Her birthday? Flowers. A good grade on a test, she’s having a bad week, or just him noticing that the current bouquet is dying? Flowers.

You get the picture.

On the anniversary of her mom’s passing, the dark date falls on a school day. Julie doesn’t show, which is expected from their friend group -- and when she ignores text messages, they all assume she’s taking the day to herself.

In hopes of making her smile, Luke drops by the store on the way back from school and picks up a bouquet to bring by the Molina household before heading home.

(Or sticking around to hang out with Julie. He would painfully prefer the second option, but also is well aware that this is a day that she needs to be alone.)

Ray Molina wears a grim smile when he sees Luke on the other side of the threshold.

“You’re sweet, mijo. I would let you go say hi, but she woke up sick, and she could barely stand. We were going to go visit her mom today, but we want to make sure she’s there so we are postponing it for a few days. She’s pretty upset.”

Hearing that she’s sick, and likely very depressed, only makes Luke more tempted to respectfully push past her father and run up to her room to comfort her.

“Oh,” he says instead, shoulders slumping. He holds out the bouquet of dahlias. “Okay, well, can you give these to her for me? I’m sure she’s been having a rough day, and-”

A handful of distinct thumps cut him off, and both him and Ray turn to look at the source of the sound: The staircase, where Julie is stumbling step by step, wrapped up in a blanket.

“Julie!”

Without hesitation, Luke crosses the threshold and darts into the house to check on Julie, alongside Ray. She’s hardly standing, and her eyes are almost fully shut as she clutches the blanket and murmurs to herself in Spanish.

“Papa, estoy lista,” she hums into the air as they grip her arms and try to get her to sit down. “¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este.”

Luckily, Luke’s known her long enough to be able to make out what she’s saying, and finds himself running his hand over her forehead -- God, she’s burning up -- and over her hair.

“Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa.”

His Spanish is definitely average, but he knows enough to talk her down to the floor and get her resting against him as Ray looks between them with wide eyes. Luke feels himself blushing and his skin is so warm that he wonders if it could pass for a fever of his own. While her dad clearly wants to have a conversation later that Luke had been dreading -- even though they were literally friends -- there is more focus on getting Julie back up to her room.

“I’ll carry her back up,” Ray decides, grunting as he stands. He leans back down to tap on his daughter’s shoulders and coax her off of Luke, but she only presses farther into the boy; clutching onto his arm for dear life. Both Luke and Ray know that this means.

“I’ll get her upstairs.” Ray nods at Luke, staring down at his daughter in the guitarist’s arms, wondering how the two of them happened right before his eyes and how Luke could never conceive how Julie adores him.

“Gracias, mijo.”

Julie is already close to his side, so all it takes is a strategic shift for him to be able to slip his right arm under her legs and tighten his arm around her back. “Okay, mi mariposita enferma, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Quiero ver a mi mamá,” she mumbles lucidly into his neck. Luke feels his heart throb under his ribs, because he knows how hard this is for her, and he just wants to make everything better for her even though no one has that kind of power.

(Except for Julie herself. She can always make everything better for him.)

“Yo se,” he whispers back, almost at the top of the stairs. “Te traería si yo pudiera te traer.”

She doesn’t say any more, but she presses herself even closer and he worries that she may be on the verge of tears. Refusing to look down at her for fear his heart will shatter, he gently slips through her bedroom door and lays her on the mattress; pulling the covers back over her in an instant because she started shivering the second he put her down.

She murmurs “quiero mi mama” a handful of times, and Ray brings up a cup of steaming tea, and Luke finds himself sitting on the edge of her bed trying to get her to drink some of it.

Eventually, she gives in, grumbling more Spanish that was so quick and quiet and run together that Luke couldn’t even attempt to decipher it.

“You should probably go home, mijo,” Ray says after a few moments. “Go take a shower and pop some Vitamin C. I didn’t mean to put you at risk.”

“No, Sir, it’s okay. I needed to make sure Julie was alright.” Gazing down at the half-asleep girl who is curled in bed with a mountain of blankets and a teddy bear pressed into her chest, Luke remembers the bouquet downstairs. “Do you mind if I put the flowers in a vase before I go?”

Who would Ray be to deny him that?

With a head nod towards the door, he gives the teenager a small grin. “Go for it, mijo. You know where the vases are by now.”

He does. And he makes quick work of a nice light pink one, tucking the bundle inside after filling it with water. After scribbling down a note on a nearby piece of paper, he is skipping every other step as he rushes up the stairs. He finds Ray hovering by the doorway, keeping watch over Julie.

The vase is positioned on her nightstand, with the note tucked under the base. Luke tries to stay as quiet as possible, because he doesn’t know if she’s asleep or awake when-

There’s an insistent pull against the chain on his jeans.

Julie has reached out from under the covers and hooked two fingers around it to keep him close. Without opening her eyes, a small smile forms on her face: “Gracias para las flores.” And if Luke listens even closer: “Te amo.”

Julie’s dad is six feet away, but Luke forgets all about that when he unlatches her hand from the chain and presses her palm against his lips.

“Cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa.” Quietly, murmured against her palm like a promise, “te amo.”

Her grin impossibly widens, which is the most emotion she’s shown the whole time he’s been there. It makes his chest ache a little that he managed to make her smile, even a little bit, even in this state.

He would do just about anything to keep her smiling.

The next morning is a Saturday, so he sleeps in, and plans to go over to see Julie again. He doesn’t have to wonder long if she’s still in the same state, because he wakes up to a text from her on his phone: Dad says you were killing the Spanish game yesterday. Bravo.

And BTW, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.

And once again, Julie is the one making him smile.

TRANSLATIONS (not my four years of Spanish finally popping in):

- Papa, estoy lista. ¿Por que Luke está aqui? No quiero le verme así este = Dad, I’m ready... Why is Luke here? I don’t want him to see me like this.

- Traje unas flores para ti. Sentarte, por favor, y no preocuparte por tu apariencia. Eres siempre hermosa. = I brought flowers for you, Sit down, please, and don’t worry about your appearance. You’re always beautiful.

- mi mariposita enferma = my little sick butterfly

- quiero ver a mi mama = i want to see my mom

- yo se, te traería si yo pudiera te traer = I know, I would bring you if I could bring you

- gracias para las flores, te amo = thank you for the flowers, I love you.

- cualquier cosa para ti, mariposa. te amo = anything for you, butterfly. i love you.

#juke #jatp #juke fanfic #jatp fanfic

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