#Hispanic male reader

[azraelh22]

If you are complaining about male reader x (male character) fics as a fem aligned person, you need to suck it up, 75 if not 85% of the fics posted on tumblr are for fem reader x male characters, and you’re complaining over the one male reader fic?!?!? Get over yourself.

So stop crying and go do something useful like re-blogging or commenting nice things on mlm fic blogs.

Also stop tagging male reader if your fic is clearly not for male reader, you look like a moron.

[odetodilfs]

Pololo

Pairing: Joel Miller x hispanic!male!reader

Warnings: none but this has A LOT of Spanish (translations at the end)

A/N: I'm sorry that it's kinda shitty, but I tried to keep descriptions as vague as possible as well as many thing cause I want this to be readable for every hispanic no matter what your country is from

It was a quiet afternoon with Joel in Jackson, cuddling, kissing each other when you felt like it. Ellie was in her room, probably flicking through some magazines you’d managed to find in an abandoned home. Your head was on Joel’s chest, you were feeling really cozy in that position, his warm breathing on your hair, it was heaven. You still had a hard time believing this was real, how you had a beautiful boyfriend, how you had adopted a beautiful girl, it was all so perfect, of course, it wasn’t really, it was very far from it, you did live in a world where raiders and clickers were less than 1000 meters away from the city, but it was good compared to the realities of many others.

“Can you teach me Spanish?” he said out of the blue. He’d heard you speaking it, he knew you were proud of your *(insert hispanic country)*’s heritage, your culture, and the fact that he wanted to learn it was kind of cute. “It’s hard, do you really want to?” you made sure, 

“I’m very sure” he smiled, “Hola” he said, you laughed and rolled your eyes with a smile, “Oh wow”

“I’m trying my best, tell me something in Spanish” he asked, and you obeyed, “Joel, eres el hombre más hermoso que he visto en mi vida” you said, “Something about me” he smirked

“Yeah,” “Good or bad?” he asked “Hmmm, I could just not tell you,” “No, please tell me” “What’s the word?” you teased slightly 

“P-¿ Por favor?” he begs you 

“I just said that you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen” you smiled, Joel blushed slightly, “I am?” “Sí, lo eres” you kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“But can you teach me Spanish?” he asked again “Of course, querido” you said as you roped him in for a hug. His warmth filling you, you looked up at his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that kept you alive, “My beautiful brown eyed man…” you smiled at him, he just looked down at you with a smile, “I could say the same about you” he smiled, looking down and kissing your forehead again, he lost himself in your dark hair.

Two months went by and Joel’s Spanish was surprisingly amazing, he clearly enjoyed learning just for you, you had a simple system, every time he got something right you kissed him on the lips sweetly, that proved to be very effective…

“Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café” you asked, trying to have conversations in Spanish, “Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche” his words tinted with that cute southern accent of his, but you didn’t mind, “Correct!” you exclaimed and went to kiss him on the lips, enjoying that mustache against your upper lip, “Me gusta tus besos” he said, incorrectly, “Nope, you like my kisses in plural, so how is it?”  he thought about it,

“Ugh… I can’t remember…” he said, “You add a letter at the end of “gusta”” you hinted but he still didn’t get it, “I’ll kiss a part of your body that starts by it, you slowly went in and kissed his arched nose, he sighed in slight pleasure and it clicked for him, “Me gustan tus besos…” he corrected himself.

“Precioso” you kissed his forehead and hugging him, giving him his reward for his minimal thinking, you really just wanted to feel his touch, “look at you, you’re basically a ranchero now!” you joked, he laughed “or huaso, or gaucho” “What are those?” he asked

“Cowboys but from other countries” he smiled at the thought, “I see you, you’d look cute with a poncho and a hat” you teased, he blushed like mad

“I would?” “Yeah, you would,” you said as you kissed him on the cheek.

“Mi pololo” you said

“What does that mean?” “It means boyfriend in slang really, but you can pretty much use it for anyone you love” you smiled at him, he said “Po… lolo?” he repeated “Yes, pololo” you smiled at him, ��but one day, we could be esposos” you smirked at him because he knew what you were saying, “Yeah, one day” he smiled and laughed to himself, as he knew that tonight would be the night he’d propose to you in your language.

TRANSLATIONS (won't translate what's already done in the fic)

Querido = Dear

Sí, lo eres = Yes, you are

Ok pues Joel, dime cómo te gusta tomarte el café = Ok so Joel, tell me how you like your coffee

Me gusta con poca azúcar y poca leche = I like with little sugar and little milk

Me gustan tus besos… = I like your kisses...

Precioso = Precious

Ranchero = Basically, the Mexican version of a cowboy

Huaso = A cowboy too, but from Chile Gaucho = Yet another cowboy, but from Argentina

[grapefives]

REVÓLVER SEXUAL | HC

supernova trio x gn!reader (separately)

very light angst + implied nsfw + hispanic/latin reader + past fat shaming + insecurities + fluff + mentioned past unhealthy mechanisms

a/n: totally not self indulging. this has been in my drafts for a year LMAO please like 🧍🏻‍♀️

૮ ּ ۟ monkey d. luffy ׅ ۫ ✧

when you first joined the crew, luffy KNEW you had some sort of trouble with food

you were so hesitant of EVERYTHING that he found himself insisting and making sure you ate well, along with sanji

“y/n, eat more.” you felt like he was your MOM.

you could hear the “estas muy flac@” from your family members or the “ni que estuvieras a dieta” from your mother

but it was so HARD to say no to luffy, captain or not.

you still didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and still felt a little guilty if you found yourself eating more than you FELT like you should’ve

sometimes you’d go all day without eating until luffy drags you for dinner, it’s not that you did it intentionally, you just don’t find it in you to eat

honestly, it worried luffy but he never really commented on it

all he would do is make sure you at least ate

but when you would play with your food more than eat or even just stare at the plate before you, he would frown and actually force feed you

“Y/N YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG AND HEALTHY SO WE CAN BEAT EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT WAY!”

yet, one day he finds out you literally had an issue with eating, you had mentioned it to chopper and he just happened to overhear

then it clicked why you were always squirmy during intimacy

and WITHOUT FAIL, to your surprise, he started being reassuring to you

he’s always a sweetheart with you, your hype man regardless but this time you knew his intentions were for you to understand you shouldn’t worry about your physical appearance

his eyes were ten times more tender outside the bedroom

yet, when it came to intimacy he was like a hungry animal— kissing, biting and grabbing. it had taken you aback at how specific he was being, but you still melted into him

he made you forget the voices that would say “hide that” or “don’t let him notice” but he made sure you understood that he’ll love you regardless of what you think

and he’s an eater

he’ll eat you up. always.

૮ ּ ۟ trafalgar d. law ׅ ۫ ✧

he’s a DOCTOR. man’s knows when someone is off.

he mistook your lack of interest in food for a stomach bug, genuinely concerned and forcing you to take pills and medicine

lowkey made you feel bad and ashamed to the point you came clean

medical confidentiality right?

😭 the face he gave you!!

“it’s unhealthy to neglect vital nutrients to your body.”

very stern about your meal intake, takes it upon himself to make sure you eat what you can stomach at first and make sure you grow comfortable with both him and food

he’s sweet really, just shows it in private

he literally sits you down and asks you what you would like for your body, because if you have any concerns then you MUST attend them CORRECTLY

no more unhealthy mechanisms

and he falls even more in love when you seem more radiant, more confident.

he’d come up from behind always and just plant a warm, wet kiss on your ear before whispering a compliment on your appearance

he made you feel like no one else’s opinion mattered anymore.

literally it didn’t matter if people commented on your weight, the results you were having made you feel confident

he was definitely surprised when you’d initiate intimacy, when you’d devour him like a starving animal

“someone’s hungry,” he teased once, but when you had paused, he realized his wording must have affected you

he low key panics and stutters out an apology but you smirk at him

“for once i don’t feel guilty for eating-“ and you devour his heart and soul too

૮ ּ ۟ eustass kid ׅ ۫ ✧

i’m sorry but this doofus was really oblivious about it until killer pointed it out

he was so mad at himself. how dare he not see your issue with food?? he thought you gave him your leftovers out of love!!

dude he’s like, an insensitive giant thinking he’s being helpful

it made sense of why you were always trying to put off intimacy or why you’d try to make him see less of you

“i don’t give a damn about how you look. why would i care?” he asks.

in his head he was being sweet and saying “i love you just the way you are.”

but it made you feel like shit

you were already struggling with feeling right with yourself, and he comes and says he doesn’t care? maybe you’re being sensitive but even that made you feel worse

it felt like you’ll never be enough for anyone, even eustass.

you never felt like you mattered, but growing up your weight put labels on you. you grew up with insults being used as nicknames, yet you felt like eustass saw you as nothing

“why aren’t you eating?” he asks when he notices you still aren’t developing a good eating habit, some days you eat well and others you either overeat or don’t eat at all

“does it matter?” you huff.

“i give a damn when you could get sick!”

“you said you don’t give a damn about how i look, so shut up about what i do.” you growl.

“eh? when did i say that!? you need to eat!” he huffs.

“well no thank you.”

you ignore him and he has to corner you in your room to get you to pay him any mind

his interrogations fall deaf in your ears as he cages you under him on your bed

“if i don’t matter to you get out,” you blurt out.

“what are you talking about? when have i made you feel like you don’t matter to me.”

“you know i’m struggling and you just- you just said you don’t give a damn about how i look!”

“because i don’t! does it have to matter? i love you for you! pirates seek out people for their bodies and for their own pleasures! i’m with you because i love you for who you are!”

“and i am not saying you’re ugly or whatever it is you think i think!” he beats you to every argument.

and then he goes on to show you PHYSICALLY what he means. not like, harsh or anything. you’ve never felt so precious under his care before, he kissed you so tenderly.

he didn’t make you feel fragile, like something that could break in a bad way

he made you understand how he sees you as more as his partner- as an extension of his soul, his missing piece

“i’ll make sure you never feel like that again, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be more valuable than a poneglyph. whatever you struggle with, i’ll help you through it.”

your confidence went up, because honestly he’s brutally honest and many people take what the captain says seriously; yet you knew he’s never lie to you

at the end of the day, what your lover says is what matters to you.

[rv3rblog]

spanish nicknames 2 use when writing hispanic/spanish speaking characters

this is coming as someone who’s mexican, there might b other names other cultures use im not rlly sure. also these aren’t like ALL of them btw. these r ones i used on exs/have read.

gender neutral:

mi amor (my love)

mi vida (my life)

mi corazón (my heart)

corazoncito

mi luz (my light)

mi sol (my sun)

mi luna (my moon)

estrella/estrellita (star/little star)

bebé (baby)

amorcito (lover - not to b confused w “amanté” which means mistress (aka the other man/women) do not trust google !)

mi cielo (my sky)

mi alma (my soul)

fem.

ma/mami/mamas (i cnt think of an actual translation for this? it’s jus smth that’s used) (but like literal translation it means “mom/mommy”) (ok so turns out it is used as “baby/honey/sweetheart/sweetie”)

conejita ( (little) bunny but fem.)

gatita (kitty but make it fem.)

chiquita (shorty is like.. the literal translation for this)

masc.

papi/papa (again cnt rlly think abt how to translate this into a pet name but the literal translation means “daddy”) (again, turns out it is used as “baby/honey/sweetheart/sweetie”)

chiquito (again, means shorty but affectionate)

gatito (kitty but make it masc.)

conejito (same here. (little) bunny but make it masc.)

some phrases i like using/writing/reading

“eres mi vida” (literal translation “you’re my life” but i think of it in a more “you mean everything to me” way.)

“mi corazón es tuyo” (means “my heart is yours” it’s jus extremely cheesy it makes me giggle)

“todo es para ti” (means “everything (i) do is for you” makes me giggle 2)

“me vuelves loco mi amor” (so silly “you drive me crazy” like awe shucks.)

“cuanto te quiero”/“te amo con todo mi corazón” (1. “how much i love you” 2. “i love you with all my heart”. there’s a diff between “quiero” and “amo” btw. generally depends on the context and WHO the person is speaking to.)

“eres mi sol, mi luna y las estrellas. eres mi cielo” (so cute. means “you’re my sun, my moon and all the stars. you’re the entire sky to me.” ok but fr? “mi cielo” is hard to translate.)

“deme que eres mía/mío” (cheesy and possessive !! “tell me you’re mine.”)

like i said b4 these aren’t all of them but the ones i think r the most popular! enjoy and happy writing/writing. lmk if uve got any questions or need help translating :p always down to help !!

[ralvezfanatic]

Y/N: I don't like you.

Luke: According to this picture I drew of us holding hands, *shows paper* That's not true!

the picture:

reader is supposed to be based off a post i made before

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[oddent]

[8:15 AM] h.jisung x gn!latin@!reader [idol au]

“y/n.”

“¿que paso amor?” you ask groggily.

he makes a bewildered face. you know he’s confused without having to glance but you’re too tired to try and look at him. instead, you keep your eyes closed and snuggle into your pillow once more.

“y/n,” he tries again.

“¿que?” you ask again, maybe a little frustrated.

he frowns, basically pouting, “i don’t know what that means!”

“i’m saying what,” you translate, hoping he gets on with what he wants because you really want to sleep and you have a heavy schedule in a few hours.

“oh,” he stares at your messy hair, “i’m hungry!”

“well order something,” you grunt.

“but i wanted to make breakfast!”

“then make it.”

“with you!”

“ai Dios,” you groan, rolling over to finally squint at his sitting figure.

he looks adorable, cheeks puffy from a nights sleep and hair all ruffled up. you know he’s trying to spend quality time with you, as much as he can before the two of you part ways for weeks. it’s been amazing, these past two days. a peaceful, chill routine that neither of you really want to get out of.

but today is the last day for that. half day, really.

you sigh, knowing you would regret not giving in.

“vamos pues,” you say as you sit up as well.

“i’m going to guess that’s a yes,” he says as he watches you get up and walk about with stars in his eyes.

“yup,” you grab your phone from the night stand, frowning at the hour before leaning in to give him a peck on the lips.

he giggles silently, grinning at how well you read him. he quickly follows you to the restroom, ready to spend whatever time the two of you have.

as he leans into your shoulder while brushing his teeth, you know you would risk anything to see him smile as well as him by your side for as long as possible.

[jokersaciid]

bruce wayne x reader . ( fluff !! ) warning ahead . synopsis .. 🕷️bruce is super anxious after an event &&. needs comfort .

bruce was sitting there silently, facing the suite's walk in closet as he stared at the suit that was placed there. he didn't buy this.. so why was it there?

his eyebrows quirked up in question before he felt the swoosh of cool summer air from the now opened window near his bed. he turned in time to be face to face with you, a smile plastered across your handsome face.

" get my present? "

your smile slightly dropping as bruce nodded quietly, stepping back to sit down on the edge of his bed. his demeanor wasn't serious, he seemed excruciatingly anxious. you didn't like this at all.

" what's wrong, carino? " you asked immediately, sitting down on your knees to get a good view of his face that was halfway covered by his large hand.

" i don't know.. i'm trying to figure that out. " he mumbled into his palm, his eyes sliding towards you as if begging to be held.

" c'mere, big boy. "

you climbed up onto the bed, laying down and dragging his large frame on top of your own to latch onto his body that you hadn't even noticed had been shaking.

" how long have you been feeling anxious? " the words were whispered, however bruce heard you clearly as his shoulders lifted and dropped.

" since this afternoon, i tried to look for you but i couldn't find you anywhere so i've been locked up in here. " he mumbled quietly as he hid his face into your neck, his arms locked around your waist.

" i'm sorry, mi alma. i was trying to plan something for us for later. " you replied, " why didn't you call me? "

" didn't want to be a burden. "

you turned your head towards him, unlooping your arms and cupping his face immediately, " don't ever think you're a burden, bruce. " his eyes widened slightly as he stared at you, he felt so guilty now for doubting if he could go to you. something he shouldn't have felt, but he couldn't help it.

" i'm sorry.. " he whispered softly causing you were frown deeply, his blue eyes misty and wet with tears .

" nonono, cheri, don't be sorry. " you immediately wrapped yourself around him again, kissing his lip multiple times. immediately wanting to protect the masked crusader in your arms with everything in you.

you knew bruce had trouble opening up, you also knew bruce wasn't the best with comfort at all so seeing him cry in your arms because he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with you was such a blessing.

you never stopped hugging him, just wanting to hold him forever until he didn't have a single tear left inside him. bruce stayed silent as he held onto you.

eventually he had fallen asleep, you however were still wide awake staring at the the ceiling of the hotel room. you had your own past, your own mental issues but you didn't put your violent past into being a hero like bruce did.

damn that man. he was sure to be the death of you, you loved him so much and you knew he loved you too. he damn near destroy half the city looking for you once, little did he know you flew back to your homeland to visit a sick relative.

you admired the man laying on your chest, your fingers sliding through his hair, twirling the strands between each finger as you kept staring off into space.

as you looked back up at the ceiling, you didn't realize bruce was awake now. his eyes staring at the mirror on the side of his bed as he watched you stare at the ceiling.

yep, he was going to marry you. hope your family likes white men—

[blond3ang3l]

Miguel x Male! reader

Sweet fluff ＠＾▽＾＠

Definitely enemies to lovers trope speaking as Miguel definitely has a smart ass mouth.

Seeing if you weren’t a spider person you guys meet somewhere like a coffee shop or book store (I see him as a bit of a nerd).

He bumped into you and instead of apologizing he brushed you off which an argument then occurred and you weren’t letting up.

Not thinking you would see him again you go back, just for him to bump into you again this time he actually apologized and went on his way.

Nearly every time you went there he was looking completely pitiful (at-least in your eyes). He leaves something when he leaves one time so you grab it and decide to hold it until you see him again.

Upon your next meeting you give him his item with a soft smile. And seeing that made him feel a kind of way that he hasn’t in a while. He took it and gave you a small thank you. Watching as you walked out of the cafe/bookstore.

Once you left he looked in his hand to see you slipped a note along with his stuff, on it was your name and a number. He couldn’t help but give you a small smirk and antics. But he definitely was gonna give you a call later<3

[supercap2319]

Y/N walked right up to César and roughly pushed him off his skateboard and to the ground where he began to wale on him. "You little bitch!" The rest of the Santos began to chuckle as Y/N was beating César with his fist.

"Damn, that wey is pissed. Must be a freak on all fours."

"Ow, Y/N! Stop!" César begged.

"I fought for you. I had your back. And for what? For you to impress your puto friends and humiliate me, huh? You think I'm your bitch? You're mine, you little shit."

"Oh, shit. César's his bitch."

"Yo, hermanito, you better back up before you get smacked up." Spooky smirked while taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Shut up, puto!" Y/N said.

He probably would have done more if Monse, Ruby, and Jamal hadn't dragged him off César.

[yobi-thecreator]

Mike Schmidt x Hispanic Reader

Ask was made by @aromadoll 🤭🤭 love you pooks!

"Hey Mike?" You as called out to him as you were in the kitchen cooking. "Yeah?" He responded back as he walked out of his room. "Come here, I want to ask you something." You told him. He made his way to the small kitchen, passing by Abby as she colored and drew as she watched whatever cartoon was currently on. "What's up babe?" Mike asked as he stepped into the kitchen watching you cook as you made sincronisadas (pretty much a quesadilla but with ham in the middle of two tortillas. Also idk how to spell that so mb.) "My family invited me to a carne asada and I wanted you to accompany me there." You told him. "What's a... Carne asada?" He asked. You gave him a look that said, are you serious? But then you remember that he was white and probably never assisted to one in his life. "It's pretty much a party and they cook meat on a grill outside." You informed him. Mike made an 'Oh' sound when you told him. "When will it be?" He asked. "This Sunday, they said around six. That way it won't be so hot outside." She informed him. "Oh okay, then yeah I'll accompany you there. I'll just ask Vanessa if she can babysit Abby that day." He told you, you just nodded and gave his lips a peck. "M'kay Mike."

Sunday rolled around quite quickly. Thankfully Mike had the day off and didn't have to be at his job. Vanessa picked up Abby about an hour ago and you and Mike were getting ready. You told him he didn't have to dress up fancy or anything, it's just family members and friends. Soon you guys were on your way to your tio's (Uncle's) house.

After greeting everyone and introducing Mike to your family members and friends (Mike did not expect that many people to be at the carne asada) you guys got your own plate and served yourselves the amount of food you wanted. Mike and you talked for a bit, you made sure to ask if he was okay. He told you he was, just that he wasn't expecting a lot of people to be here. After awhile of eating and people talking, they put on music to dance. Your friends and family usually put on cumbia or norteña songs to dance too (in my experience at least). You got up and danced to the songs that they were playing. After a while of dancing a Romeo Santos song came on and you excitedly walked over to Mike and convinced him to dance with you. When you guys were on the Dance floor Mike told you he didn't know how to dance to any of the songs that they were playing (he doesn't know how to dance at all). You told him that it was fine and that he didn't have to worry. You taught him how to dance to bachata (I forgot how to spell that💀). You gave him a simple way to remember how to dance to it. You told him it was four steps and demonstrated how you dance to it. Soon Mike learned how to dance, he was pretty awkward at it but warmed up the more he danced with you. A smile was on his face as he dance with you. 'Maybe dancing isn't so bad.' He thought to himself, as long as he was with you, everything was going to be okay.

Hi pooks!! Hope you liked how I wrote it! I've been putting off this for awhile now 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

- HaloTurtle🐢

[chocolain]

MAKE MORE BLACK MALE READERS!!! PLEASE, BLACK MALE READERS!! MORE HISPANIC MALE READERS! PLEASE!! POR FAVOR😫😫😫 PLLEASEeSEEEE

[infernalodie]

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘐𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 ��𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: Hozier - Unknown (Unreleased)

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Perez!Male!reader

Summary: Everything else had fallen unknown besides the comfort provided by your sister...

Warnings: Just pure angst. Mentions of verbal and mental abuse (brief), prior relationship with Cassie Howard, and Maddy being the best little sister

Words: 2043

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

The cold winds of winter were vastly approaching with the reminder of Christmas following arrival. It would be good this year. You hoped so, at least.

But who were you kidding? When did life ever throw you a bone? Every Christmas would end up with you being huddled in your room trying to find an inkling of what to do with yourself. But you were going to come up short. You knew that was a fact. Or you would spend time with your family that had no idea what was going on inside your head.

A cigarette rested between your lips as you sat in the front seat of your truck. Eyes trained on your work boots that had paint, dust, and small freckles of wood. Your pants or sweater shared the same appearance with your face having specs of drywall baked onto your bronze skin. Your nose was a rosary red from the constant wind that slipped past your open door and hit your face.

You loved your job in construction. It paid well and allowed you to spoil your sister, who was deserving of the treatment. But the only shitty part about it was that you were working for Nate’s dad. The man knew you by nearly giving Nate brain damage after you found out he laid hands on Maddy. If you knew that a socket wrench could do that much damage, maybe you would’ve just used brass knuckles. But besides that, the man did not make your life easy. Sucking every little ounce of life out of you until you were a sobbing mess in your room.

Sure, you could always go and find a new job, but you had too much pride. It was one of the many things that you and Maddy shared in common. That and the fact your guys’ exes were together and constantly finding ways to mock the two of you.

And speaking of the devil, you saw Lexi’s car slowly approach the house still in the works. But instead of Lexi, it was being used by Cassie. A large smile on her lips as she pulled to a stop and honked the horn. It was only a few seconds later that Nate came strolling out of the building matching the same smile. Greeting the blonde and actually showing some ounce of love that came as a rarity.

But you sat there hoping that Cassie would look in your direction. Give you some sort of acknowledgement. After how she broke up with you, you deserved that at least. Breaking up with you whilst Nate was with her. In front of everyone and making you look like a fool. Wishing you would’ve listened to McKay’s warnings ahead of ever getting with the witch.

Because that was what she was. A witch that disguised herself as an angel. Luring you in with smiles and dreams that became so hard to differentiate between your own and falsehoods. And by the time you recognized them, your mind clearing of the fog she creates, it’s too late. Your heart was stolen and left to never return. Forever freezing herself as an angel in her victim’s minds. Hiding the truth of her anonymity.

“What’s up, asshat?” The sudden voice tore you from your longing gaze to over your shoulder to see Maddy slip inside the passenger seat. That familiar smile on her lips seemed to be only for you to see.

“How was school?” You inquired gruffly, turning your gaze back down to your boots. Exhaling a cloud of smoke as your eyes took another daring glance towards Cassie. Still, she paid all her mind to Nate.

Maddy shrugged. “It was good. I have a test this Monday, but Rue and Jules are back together, so that’s a plus…” She trailed off, noticing your eyes focused on Cassie.

Pursing her lips at the knowledge that her brother was suffering like this. Although you didn’t try and let it be known, everyone knew you were suffering from this heartbreak. Just in the way you conducted yourself in public and in private. You didn’t go drinking anymore. All you did was sit inside your room, killing your lungs from the copious amounts of cigarettes you smoke in a single day. It might’ve been 3 months ago since Cassie ended things, but it still felt like yesterday to you.

“Lexi and the others are spending Christmas with us,” Maddy announced softly. “You should join us. I think it would be good for you.” Her hand softly rubbed your back, earning a gentle hum in response.

Placing the cigarette between your lips, you shifted in your seat suddenly. Slamming your door shut as you started the truck and allowed it to rumble to life. Maddy watched your almost robotic movements before you stared lifelessly ahead of you, beginning to drive. The soft strings of guitar playing through the beat-up speakers inside your truck. Cigarette resting heavily between the index and middle finger of your right hand. Maddy could see the pain written across your face.

Ever since you were just a kid, you were fragile. In your defence, it was because your guy’s father was a drunk and had no problem laying his hands on you. Telling you, “It’ll toughen you up for when you're older.” It did but still made you a rather fragile human either way. Because physical pain did nothing to you, but the mental damage he had caused destroyed you. But you would go through it a second time if it meant keeping Maddy out of your father’s warpath.

And there were very few people that you would do that for. But she was the totem that grounded you. The sign at the edge of the road helping guide you to where you needed to go.

“She didn’t deserve you, you know that, right?” Maddy inquired suddenly, making your eyes snap to her for a moment. “Your heart is too big for that little bitch to handle. She never received love before you came into her life. Own that and make her regret ever leaving you, Y/n.” Maddy didn’t mean to come off as a bitch, but she didn’t think there was any way to get through to you. You didn’t listen to anybody, you never liked talking about your feelings, and all of it was creating problems.

You sniffled, lips pursing as you continued to drive. Letting out a shaky sigh as you quickly rubbed your eyes to hide the sight of vulnerability. Because truthfully, allowing her to see this side of you was pathetic. It gave her insight into the lengths that you would’ve travelled for Cassie. If that meant crossing an ocean just to feel her touch, you would do it. No matter the distance and no matter the conditions, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for that girl. But you were left high and dry, questioning everything you thought you knew.

Because now, you’d become a martyr for the other guys and girls who may have had a liking for her. If her being with Nate wasn’t enough, the way she broke you should be enough. You loved her and you thought she felt the same.

“Even if I don’t want to think it, Cassie, she’ll be seen as an angel to me,” you confessed softly, smoke slipping from your lips as you stared at the quiet roads. Maddy pursed her lips, glancing at you to find your lips wobbling as you inhaled sharply. Tears falling from your eyes and sliding down your cheek, lost on your fractured confession. “And I’m fine, you know? Everything’s fine. I’m fine on my own and I don’t need her. But it’s–It’s hard to just remove that part of my life completely, you know?”

The truck pulled into the driveway, stopping with the silence between you and your sister beginning to suffocate. But even then, you felt like the time you’d held your tongue–not speaking to anyone on this had finally broken and everything began to spew from your quivering lips. “Even through the bullshit that went on between you and her, some part of her still cared about you and wished she could communicate that to you,” you muttered, rapidly grabbing a cigarette and avoiding your sister’s gaze.

“That’s what she wanted?” Maddy questioned, attitude found within an instant when she spoke.

Which was enough for you to sorta wiggle your way out of the question. “I spent playing both sides of the game that was pitiful to watch.” Your hollow gaze was zeroed in on the steering wheel as you pursed your lips, sniffling. “And I got my ass kicked by both sides. Questioned by you and the rest of the group, Cassie wanted me to explain to you everything that happened. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat because I was more worried about you or Cassie. And it was everything.” A hint of a smile played on your lips as you glanced at your sister. “I felt needed for once and I wanted to help the both of you the best I could because I cared enough about the two of you fighting to put myself through hell.”

You waved your hand, scoffing. “But, like, before we broke up it felt like we found this station, you know? This common ground of what we wanted for the future and genuine love felt for one another,” you explained, wiping your nose. “She helped me break out of my shell and be a little more emotional. Be more attuned to my surroundings and just fucking enjoy it. Enjoy being there with her–enjoy her smile–enjoy the way her hands felt–enjoy the sex, kisses, laughs, ‘I love you’s’, but–Fuck, I just wanted her to do that for me- I wanted her to love me as much as she fucking said!”

Maddy sat with a straightened back when your hand slammed on the steering wheel. A teetering found in your glass eyes, emotions swaying from anger, sorrow, pain, to resentment she knew you didn’t deserve. Anger; for sure but you shouldn’t have been feeling like this from the beginning. Fighting with these thoughts and emotions for 3 months with no communication with anyone on it. That was torture and Maddy knew it personally.

“And every moment I spent with her taught me how to love and how to receive that love. It all meant something to me because it helped me learn to trust someone.” Taking a drag off your cigarette, you let out a shaky exhale. Nibbling on your bottom lip with your eyes falling to your feet, shaking your head. “I just don’t think it meant anything to her.”

That had been enough for Maddy to grab your arm and pull you into her chest. Her own heart trembling from hearing the pain and doubt found within you. If she could extract that pain and place it upon herself, she would. You were her big brother and you were supposed to be the support needed for her when your guys’ parents weren’t there. But you’d been there for her for years now and no one had been there for you. And all you had left was her.

So, finding solace in her arms was all you needed. Her silence was a warm blanket with the soft strokes of her hand through your hair soothed the ache in your heart. Because when people saw her as some snotty and uptight girl, you saw a sanctum. A safe haven for you lay down your arms and seek the comfort of someone that knew you. Maddy knew you. She loved you and she always would until her last breath. The two of you had been through hell together, fingers interlocked, and it bound the two of you together.

“None of this is your fault, Y/n,” she whispered into your ear. “You loved her as much as you could and tried to give her reasons to feel the same. But this world is twisted and takes the things we love the most as our punishment.” Pulling away, Maddy’s hands held your cheeks, staring at your dishevelled features. “You just gotta let her go. It isn’t wrong to move on and find something new.”

[i-love-crona]

Need fics🙏🙏🙏🙏

does anyone have latin/hispanic reader fics that aren't the "spicy latina" stereotype? It can be of any fandom just pls give me some i beg🙏🙏🙏🙏

[blue-sterling0357]

Hi. I just remembered seeing a post with Baldroy and an American reader on your other blog (before it got deleted) and I wanted to ask, can I maybe send in a Hispanic s/o request? I wanted to check if it’s ok with you first.

(Of-course. Please forgive me if I did something worng, I'm not hispanic...I tried doing as much research as possible, hopefully I dind't offend any of you! Enjoy reading this!!)

Bardroy X Hispanic! Reader HCs

♭ He loves you!!! He loves your skin, first and foremost, as most Hispanics are POC, he loves your skin, how golden and pretty it looks in sunlight, and if you're more white like him, he still loves you!!

♭ When you both first met, you kind of panicked and introduced yourself in spanish to him, scaring him and confusing him at the same time, but he was very curious about your roots and would ask about your ethnicity, unless you tell him you're uncomfortable about telling your ethnicity and race, then he won't pester you with questions.

♭ You probably also work as a guard and servant in the manor, and so you'd ever so often take them to your hometown during festivals or whenever you get the chance to, he loves your family and especially certain foods, except he can say it's a tad bit too spicy for him.

♭ He loves how confident you are against any racism you face in England and how you aren't afraid to show your face to people, he loves that you aren't trying to change yourself to society's ugly standards.

♭ There is a lot of cultural exchange, not only between you two, but between friends, servants, and many other people you meet during your time there.

♭ He would love to dance with you, late at night, when you both are alone at night, but still have tons of energy to waste, he doesn't really care, just dance with him and teach him to dance something!!!

♭ Oh, also he would love it if you taught him any Spanish, he really wants to learn a new language as told in my old post with multilingual! reader. Also, because he wants to know what's your family's gossip and what they talk about him. Also to impress your parents...

♭ Though, I don't have many headcanons for Hispanic! Reader, I hope I did good, because I'm very nervous about posting this and if any mistakes, don't forget to correct me, nicely.!!

[rv3rblog]

okok i have thoughts guys

hispanic male!reader x gaz

warnings: suggestive content !! 18+ MDNI (i also haven’t danced w a partner in YEARS so dk if this is right)

you’re blasting your reggaeton playlist, minding your business and dancing around the kitchen completely unaware of kyle watching you. he’s entranced, watching the way your body moves to the beat. loves watching you dance, always having his hands on your hips as the two of you dance.

(you cannot convince me this man isn’t a dancer in his free time)

nsfw-ish under the cut

he def whispers into your ear as the two of you dance. slightly seductive as your hips move against him.

“you know what you’re doing don’t you love?”

“such a pretty boy, look at the way you move your hips.”

“think you can move them like this while you ride me love? hm?”

SHAMELESS !!! you cannot tell me that this man is not bold in telling you what to do. like ??? absolutely grinds against you as you move against you, his hands pressing down against your hips.

“love the way you feel around me doll, wanna ride me darlin? could feel your body shudder when i asked you earlier..”

always praising you for dancing against him, calls you his pretty boy. kisses your neck and makes you beg for him.

that’s all 🤗🤗 !!

[oddent]

[6:45 PM] lee minho x gn!latin@!reader [idol au]

when the two of you find gaps between your schedules and manage to hang out, it’s not as peaceful as you’d normally like. you and minho are complete opposites, while he is indeed quiet and reserved, just like you, his energy is a lot more abundant than yours. both of you are pretty energetic people once you get comfortable with someone, but even then, minho has more energy than you.

so, today you just planned to be with his presence and go over the lyrics your producer handed over the day before. you haven’t gotten time to look at them, so now that you were sitting on the floor next to minho, with the table full of take out, you were truly in your own world.

you shouldn’t blame minho for his impulsiveness nor his energy. it’s been well over a month since the two of you had hung out and even so, you’re submerged in work.

he leans into you, peeking at the lyrics but not really reading them. he glances at you and he sees your pinched brows and slight pout. you asked for forty minutes to revise, he doesn’t think he could do that. he maxed out his video game time on his phone and he doesn’t necessarily have important work to revise or do.

he takes a deep breath before yelling out an, “AH.” which startles you and makes you groan.

“minho, not now,” you mumble softly, going back what you were doing.

he takes that differently. he begins to literally slump himself over your shoulder, you didn’t mind until his weight practically made you slump onto the floor. still, persistent in your reading, you lay down in a nice position and lift the papers to where you could see them.

minho crawls over you and practically rolls around, like a cat, while still on top of you. you grunt softy, doing your best to ignore him, but he’s very persistent. eventually, he stays still, plopped over you and you would have been happy with that if it weren’t for your almost full bladder.

it was a bit painful so you hissed, slapping his arm to get him off. “ai! quitate! quitate!” you grunt and he actually obeys.

“yah!” you yell, glaring at him once you sat up.

he’s grinning at you, not really caring how annoyed you are.

“encerio,” you grumble, getting up to use the bathroom.

he watches you with those pretty eyes, but you go do your business before returning. you kinda feel bad now, though, because you had promised no work involved. you simply forgot about the lyrics until heading over. you never breaked your promises before.

“sorry,” he says softly, messing with the papers you had been looking at.

you sit down next to him again, sighing. “i’m sorry too, i said no work involved and that’s the first thing i do.” you lean into him, causing him go look over at you. “forgive me?”

he nods, and he just looks so adorable you couldn’t help peck him on the lips.