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collecting-stories · 2 years ago

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Pablo Neruda - Usnavi de la Vega

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Summary: reader has a crush on Usnavi and invites him to dinner. Just a bunch of fluff really.

A/N: I don't even know for sure how long this has been in my notes. Literally found it the other day and figured it was high time to finish it and post it here. Even if no one really cares about In the Heights anymore.

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The sight behind the counter shouldn’t have been a surprising one. It was more common than not that you would find Marco here, chin just level with the counter despite the stool that Usnavi let him stand on. He thought the bodega was the coolest place on earth and frequently told the owner that when he was Sonny’s age, he too would work there.

His Spider-Man bike was chained up outside, evidence that he’d ridden straight here after school despite your constant reminders that he needed to come home first.

“Someday I’m gonna report you as a missing child…they’re gonna think Usnavi kidnapped you.” You remarked, the bell jangling as the door shut behind you. The fan set up in the corner blew passed you as it oscillated, trying to keep the store cool in the early heat of June. You took quick stock of what you could see, noting the absence of any adult supervising your seven-year-old. “Speaking of, where is Usnavi?”

“The cooler broke again,” Marco replied. The thud of his small feet hitting the floor echoed in the space and he came around the counter to hug you, “I got a gold star on my story about Puerto Rico,” he mentioned, pulling away to go retrieve the paper that had already been pinned up to the bulletin board behind the counter. No doubt Usnavi’s doing.

“Wow, that’s so great baby,” you took the papers that were stapled together, looking over the story that he’d recited to you three times that morning. “You’re like a little Pablo Neruda.”

“Who?” Marco took the papers back, hanging them in their rightful place once more. A couple of his drawings accompanied the story. Once Usnavi had even hung a spelling test up so everyone could see it. You appreciated the sweetness, the willingness to help whenever you needed it, having someone around that your son could rely on, but it didn’t stop the occasional pang of something indescribable in your chest. You didn’t want Marco to get his hopes up…god knows you kept waiting for something you were sure wasn’t going to happen. Despite Carla constantly insisting that Usnavi had feelings for you.

“Yeah, feelings of friendship. Feelings of ‘look at this poor pathetic girl I’ve known my whole life, still can’t make it out, got a kid now cause she was too stupid to see when her boyfriend was lying to her.”

“Trust me, the only thing Usnavi’s thinking with when you come in the store is-“

“Oh god Carla!”

But you couldn’t help feeling more than a little hopeful everytime you saw one of Marco’s tests or drawings hanging up, as if Usnavi was just as proud as you were. As if Marco had a dad (or at least a father figure) who actually cared about him.

“Pablo Neruda wrote love poems,” Usnavi’s voice sounded from behind you. “He’s your mama’s favorite.”

You turned to look at him and he winked as if the two of you were co-conspirators. Like you were in on the same secret and it made your heart pick up speed just a little bit.

“Who else is gonna write me love poems?” You managed to say, rather proud that you’d even mustered a sentence together.

The smile didn’t leave Usnavi’s face, even after you turned back to Marco and told him to get his stuff together so you could go home. While you were used to the moaning and protesting that usually accompanied this request you were rather taken aback when Marco hopped off the stool without question and started gathering his school supplies off the counter.

“Can Usnavi come over for dinner? He said Sonny’ll be here soon to help and that means he wouldn’t have to hang around too…can he?” Marco asked, eagerly, looking to Usnavi, “do you wanna come over for dinner?”

“You’re going to abuela’s for dinner, remember?” It was Wednesday and Wednesday meant dinner with your ex’s mom.

“Well, then you and Usnavi can have dinner.” He suggested, toothy smile (minus a noticeable one in the front).

You thought about saying that you were more than positive Usnavi had better things to do than come over to your place and eat dinner with you but your mouth worked before your brain could intervene and suddenly you heard yourself saying, “what’d you say? Wanna have dinner with me?” to Usnavi.

Maybe it was the heat or the work trying to fix the cooler that had him flushed but you swore he looked almost nervous when he nodded his head, like the offer was too good to be true. “Yeah, definitely.”

Usnavi wasn’t one to get his hopes up. Benny constantly swore that you were basically in love, (“you’re practically raising Marco together, now if you could just get together”), but Usnavi didn’t want to take the chance and look like a fool. Not to mention, he liked Marco a lot and he didn’t want you to think he had some ulterior motive for being nice to your son. He wasn’t expecting you to want to be with him and he didn’t want you to think he was.

You told him seven o’clock and he got there at 6:45, standing at the bottom of the stoop and contemplating the flowers he’d brought. You didn’t say it was date or even imply that this was anything more than you offering a meal while Marco was at his abuela’s. Maybe you just didn’t feel like eating alone. Or maybe you felt bad because Marco had offered dinner and you didn’t want to be rude. Maybe the flowers were overkill, maybe you were allergic.

“You stand outside all night, you’re never gonna get a chance,” Daniela teased as she walked passed him, bumping her hip against his playfully.

“We’re just having dinner,” Usnavi didn’t bother to ask how Daniela already knew about the dinner. No doubt everyone in Washington Heights knew about dinner.

“Yeah?” She plucked a flower out of the bunch, “hoping for dessert?”

Usnavi choked on his reply, swallowing down the last bout of nerves and heading up to the door before Daniela could continue teasing him. You were on the second floor, the black and white tiled hallway was missing a piece right beside your door and when you complained the landlord told you there was nothing he could do. Now a large pot sat over it with monstera growing next to a welcome mat that you changed out for the seasons. It was getting close to valentines and the mat had red and pink X’s and O’s.

The green door was cracked open, a “come on in” gesture that Usnavi had encounter a few times before when he’d offered to keep Marco while you worked and then walked the boy home at the end of the night. He rarely saw you without your son and it occurred to him as he pushed the door open that this would be the first time he was at your place without the seven year old buffer leading the conversations.

“Uh, hey, the door was open,” Usnavi offered as he walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked further into your apartment. He was still holding the flowers, down by his side, their petals directed at the hardwood floor.

“Hey,” you moved away from the frying pan to give him a hug, laughing gently at the sight of the bouquet. “Are those for me?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” he apologized, whipping them up so fast a few petals fell off. “Daniela stole one, actually.”

“Well they’re beautiful, thank you.” You took the bouquet from him and Usnavi watched you move around the small kitchen, grabbing a vase and filling it with water and arranging the flowers. He thought about something Abuela Claudia had told him years ago about knowing when he was in love and he turned away, looking around the rest of the small space as if he’d never been in it before.

“Sonny didn’t mind watching the store I hope,” you mentioned, looking for something to say. It felt different without Marco there. Not the sort of different that made it awkward, despite you grasping for something to say, but the sort of different that felt like talking and having dinner were the furthest things from your mind. The sort of different that had you thinking Daniela and Carla and everyone else in the Heights that had an opinion on it was right.

“As long as I bring him back something,” he replied. He’d made it to the bookcase near the front door, looking through all the books at eye level first. Pablo Neruda caught his eye and he took the book down, skimming through the pages.

“Whatca got there?” You asked, coming over to look around his shoulder at the book he was holding in his hands.

Usnavi tilted his head to look back toward you, “estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes," he began, reciting the poem as you stood there listening, dinner forgotten. His voice was smooth, the way it always was but somehow different too. Sweeter, like honey.

That different sort of feeling that you were trying not to fall into settled over you as you listened to him read. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and when he finally reached the end of the poem and he looked over at you, the fall you were trying to avoid suddenly crashed over you.

“...quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos,” he recited, eyes meeting yours.

“¿Es así?” You were only just barely aware of Usnavi placing the book back on the shelf, the thin volume of poems falling to the floor from its haphazard placement. He turned into your space, kissing you without hesitation.

Benny always said he was too slow, that he overthought all of his actions before he did them, and that what he needed to do was just act. It wasn’t advice he ever actually took. Usnavi just wasn’t the kind of person who acted on impulse. And then all of the sudden he was holding your face in his hands and kissing you in your living room. Impulsive, absolutely. When you finally pulled away, only to catch your breath, Usnavi smiled. That irresistibly boyish smile that always gave you butterflies. “Dinner?” He asked, only to avoid any more impulsive acts like telling you he loved you.

“Dinner can wait.”

The door to the apartment slammed open and Marco came through, kicking his shoes off as he called out, “Mama! Mama!”

Behind him, the door shut, his grandma stepping into the kitchen and looking suspiciously over the food that was left on the counter, still in the pan though the oven was off. The door to your bedroom was open and before Marco could make it that far you appeared in the hall, holding a zippered sweatshirt closed, semi-nervous smile on your face.

“Hey baby, how was dinner?” You asked, hovering near the door of your room.

“Abuela made dulce de leche! I brought you a piece!” He held the tupperware out toward you proudly, “Is Usnavi still here?”

“Uh, he’s...he’s in the...” you floundered, trying to think of something to say. He was very much still there, on the other side of the open door, pulling his clothes on as fast as possible.

“Why don’t we put this in the fridge Marco,” your ex’s mother suggested, taking the tupperware back from you and putting her arm around your son’s shoulders, “wait for your mama and this Usnavi to join us.”

If you didn’t know you’d hear an earful from her about almost getting caught by your son, you would have thanked her for intervening when she did. Instead you just ducked back in your room, closing the door so you could change quickly, clocking Usnavi standing there with a massive grin on his face.

“Don’t smile at me like that,” you whispered. An empty warning, really.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, grin still in place.

“Come on, I still owe you dinner.” You held the bedroom door open for him to go out first, “and now we’ve got dessert too.”

Usnavi stopped in the doorway to kiss you, “I’ve already had mine.” When you smacked his arm he only laughed and continued into the kitchen, Marco’s excited greeting putting a smile on your face as you walked into the kitchen after him.

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The poem Usnavi reads is Pablo Neruda's Everyday You Play .

Translations:

estás aquí. Oh, no te escapes - you are here. Oh you do not run away

quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos - I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

¿Es así? - is that so? / it's like that?

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phantomram-b00 · 1 year ago

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If you’re Latine/Latinx who don’t know how to speak Spanish. That’s okay, you’re still Latine/Latinx.

So since it the last day of Hispanic heritage, and honestly I wish I was more participle with this month as an Hispanic. I’ll try to do that next time, I think honestly I just really don’t know what to exactly post, but then I had a thought. Something I wish I had someone tell me back then. So I want to talk about it in honor of Hispanic heritage month, sorry if I did this on the last day, I’ll do better next time. But for now, I wanna share just a small story while also showing encouragement, so hope you like it.

So, If you go on my introduction post, I noted that I’m Puerto Rican and also, that I don’t know how to speak Spanish. Ironic/silly isn’t it? It even more so considering mostly all my family speak Spanish, so your a question that your asking is “didn’t your folks teach you?”. Well, haha about that, you see I’m not gonna reveal anything super personal, all imma say to give context is that I couldn’t talk until I was exactly five years old; so my mom kinda had no other choice but to teach me English. So most of my childhood that was the only language I learn.

Now probably also wondering “well, you learn English? didn’t you have Spanish class?”, yes I did, in my state at least, the require language to learn was Spanish (which imma reveal a very silly funfact: I thought because of movies/show the require language was French because all they learn was french.), so as a kid I wanted to learn; only, people there already were very advantage in Spanish, a lot better than me, (small context: in my state, majority of the people are more Spanish speakers, let me clarify I’m not saying this is bad since I do love Spanish. I’m just clarifying to provide context) and not only that, the spanish at least I was taught were completely different than the Spanish I know with my folks. So as a kid, it made me really insecure about my Spanish skills, like sure I knew some basic and whatnot but I couldn’t and still can’t speak fluently like my folks. So overtime, I got insecure about my identity too. It got to the point that I wasn’t proud to be Hispanic, because back then a thought that would play was “what’s the point if I can’t even speak our basic language?”. This wasn’t to say I didn’t love being Puerto Rican or Puerto Rico as a whole, I love being Puerto Rican and Puerto Rico, I just felt in a way, I’m not worthy to call myself Puerto Rican if I couldn’t speak Spanish. I still remember a teacher even told me that “it kinda is your mom fault for not teaching you” and it boy if that didn’t make me more self conscious. (There was more, but I’m not comfortable revealing them just yet. So maybe next time my ghostly pals)

But then, I remember, 2020, I watched Emirichu’s video about her Asian experience. And it help me feel emotional, because while my parents didn’t move form Puerto Rico to America (that goes to my grandma), like Emily, I had this big disconnect from my Puerto Rican roots and often feel envious when others spoke better Spanish than me. And not only that, I did at some point and like mention I felt embarrassed so I convinced myself say “oh I can never like tostones” or “I’m definitely going to feel more of an outside if I ever visit Puerto Rico one day” or even “I might as well not try, it already too late”. But, the video let me know I wasn’t alone. And even seeing comments under the video, it help me feel like I wasn’t the only one with this identity crisis. But one thing that I feel is upmost important that I toke from the video, “you’re still Latine/Latinx/any other race no matter if you can or can’t speak Spanish or any native language.” And man, I wish I heard that a lot during my childhood rather than feeling embarrassed, ashamed or feel out of place. But I’m happy I found this video, and I’m glad the video found me and others like me.

So overtime, I began to slowly become appreciative of my roots. I think what was maybe the final push was Lin Manuel Miranda’s Broadway turn movie “In the heights”, now I love the Broadway, so when watching the movie, I couldn’t help but love it even more, because I appreciate how the movie celebrate all walks of Latine/Latinx/Hispanic cultures from Dominican, Cuban, Chilean, Mexican, Colombian, Puerto Rican and more. How this community is so vast and vibrant of overall, proud of their heritage. So I began to slowly being loving my heritage, and for healing, whenever I make an oc, I make them Puerto Rican or headcanon an existing character as Puerto Rican, or learn fact about Puerto Rico to feel more connected (like funfact did you know Puerto Rico is also called Isla del Encanto? Isn’t that beautiful? 🥹) and even now I would ask my mom “hey what does *insert Spanish phrase* mean?” Granted, I will still get moment where I doubt or have imposter syndrome (or as my mom would sometimes say I am my worse critic). But I stop myself, and say “hey, you’re still Hispanic/Latine/Latinx.” Or “don’t worry, you’re still learning.” It’s still a process. And even now I still don’t know Spanish, like I guess to best describe it, I know what people can be saying or what they’re talking about depending on the context but I don’t know how to respond back. Nor write..or spell. But I still am learning as I go, my folks told me one of the best way is to listen to Spanish song and so I’ve been trying to do that or I’ll ask my mom “hey is this accurate?”. So I just want to tell the people who will read this or my Hispanic/Latine/Latinx ghost pals that, no matter if you can’t speak the language, like certain food from your roots, or are feeling the same way I felt, it’s okay, your still valid and you’re still Hispanic/Latine/Latinx. I can’t say it going to be easy, because I’ll be a hypocrite if I did, but, I can say, it worth it each step of the way. And I wish you luck amigos.

But, thanks for taking the time to read this, I know this isn’t my usually good omen content and I’m sorry if I wasn’t super active for this heritage month. I’ll try better next time. But until then, hope your having your last day of Hispanic/Latine/Latinx heritage month! what is it I can do to be more participant for next time? Let me know! Or if you have any question about this post or anything, my inbox is open ask away my fellow ghost ^v^ And always, especially with it still being all hallow’s Eve, stay spooky my pals!

#happy hispanic heritage month #hispanics #latine heritage month #latine tag #latinx #Latine #puerto rico #puerto rican #puerto rico 🇵🇷#🇵🇷

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gnczhanna · 2 years ago

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I’ve written a few obituary posts already and I know I don’t have to I just feel very strongly that I have to express these things? I’m copypasting a longer post I wrote on fb for under the cut but my grandmother died this past Monday and its something I knew was on the horizon but I couldn’t have ever imagined how devastating and like. earthshattering it feels. My grandma was like a second mom to me, I spent so many summers at her house in PR, we spent years after that living at my moms house. She was a constant? And it’s funny to think like. a woman who was born to a rural, coffee picking family in PR, who almost died as a toddler because the ship that took her to NYC was being followed by u-boats, would take me to the beach and listen to me ramble abt shit she did not have any concept of and buy me bootleg Sailor Moon figurines in San Juan because I said I liked that show. Like our dedication to trying to know each other is something I’m going to miss the most.

I think for people who haven't had a close relationship with a grandparent before it's very hard to explain just how beautiful and alien it is? To be an 00's kid from the suburbs and hold a conversation with someone who's life and experiences were so much different than your own and to still find ways to relate to each other. To joke around with each other. To spend an afternoon together line-drying clothes in her backyard and an evening quipping about novelas over dinner. To sit on the beach and talk about people I'd never meet, about a Bronx, New York and Puerto Rico that were already decades out of reach. I can't stop thinking about our wacky misadventures, all the hurricanes we waited out together, how funny it was to try to convey whatever extremely niche tween/teen hyperfixation I was having at the moment only for her to give the most barely related, completely out of context reply possible because of course she had no idea what I was talking about but she did want to have a conversation with me. I feel like anyone who is a child of immigrants knows what it's like to lose a family member and feel like you've lost a tether to your heritage. One of the bodies that made my body, that carried resilience and wisdom into my mother and into me, is not with us anymore. And that hurts me so deeply. I genuinely can't imagine who I'd be without my grandma; as I write this I can hear the windchimes on my balcony and see about a dozen different PRican souvenir trinkets scattered around my living room. I know that she's the reason I love to tell funny stories, that I tap on jar lids with the back of a knife to get them loose, that I stay mad as hell. It's wild that someone can be a fully complex and nuanced human person and also be your mom's mom. I feel like I've lost my second mother. I'm so grateful I got to see you last month, I want nothing more than to sit with you again and bitch about the same old novelas they still put on tv. I want nothing more than to sit in the carport of the house in PR with you and watch the rain. I don't know how to end this so here are some fun facts about my grandma: - She used to wear perfume to bed sometimes and when I asked her why she was like "I don't wanna waste them" - The ship that brought her to NYC in the 40s got torpedoed later that year by a german U-boat - One time we went to an outdoor movie thing and they were showing the Good Dinosaur and right after the scene where the dinosaur's dad tragically dies and it's like pitch black and silent for a second she started laughing so hard for some reason and at the time I was confused but honestly that was so fucking funny of her and I think about it all the time

#la isla #jas.txt #the pic on the left is my fav pic of us together and the one on the right is the altar I made for her #family death /#death /

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thnksfrthmmrs · 2 years ago

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sun, sagittarius, 1h, 7h! (if someone already asked sun idc list 5 more)

SO MUCH ATTITUDE!! okay here we go

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

i don’t suck at baking

i’m a good person to talk to i think like whether it’s serious or someone just wants to infodump i’m your guy

my sense of humor even though it’s so stupid sometimes

i have nice eyebrows (ignore the fact i need them touched up)

i am a generous person

this was literally so hard bye

sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?

i’ve always wanted to go to greece so bad. i also wanna visit puerto rico again at some point because i haven’t been there since i was a kid, i think it’d be nice to go with my grandparents. also i wanna visit kell and you so catch me in canada driving coast to coast <- i am not driving coast to coast

1H ⇢ describe your style

i wear a lot of black but i do have a really comfy pair of blue jeans rn, i mostly wear fob shirts and lately a lot of wrestling shirts :) and vans i love my vans. i have so many vans it’s a problem

7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

✨healthy communication✨ in literally any relationship romantic or platonic. i don’t always think i’m the best at communicating but it’s so much easier when the other person involved tries to communicate well too lol. also just like, someone consistently acting the same? like i get acting different in different scenarios to an extent like i’m not gonna act the same way i act with my friends with my mother but i don’t trust people who act different around you when other friends are involved 🫣

astrology ask game 🌙

#asks #marth tag

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occult-roommates · 1 year ago

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Farewell to Brindleton Bay

At around midnight, the Marrons were gonna take a flight back home to Puerto Rico, while Yamuna and Tamara were gonna remain in Brindleton Bay until the end of the summer. The werewolves family luggage were all packed already and they were ready to go, but as it was only the early afternoon, they simply enjoyed their last moment in the chalet.

Lupe: Tamara has such a nice body in spite of her age, to think I used to look like that before I had kids. Yamuna: You are still very attractive, screw those who make you feel otherwise. Lupe: Aw, thank you. Yamuna: See, if Tam had a thing for Boris, I always had a little thing for you. Funny, we did agreed that if we were all still together at 50, we would try to convince you two into a foursome. I mean...it ain't happening now but we sometime still joke about it. Lupe: Uh?? Yamuna: But I mean, if Sandalio is down. Who know, we might try getting creative with his prosthetic leg. Lupe: You are now making me uncomfortable...

That's when Lupe noticed two people walking down the road, a young man and an older woman. Has the man had green hair, he likely was some sort of occult such as a spellcaster or a merman...That or he had dyed them...Anyway, Lupe stopped paying attention to them, they're just people passing by...or are they?

Yamuna: Ah, that weird bitch again. Lupe: You know her? Yamuna: Yes, her name is Gwenn or something. Very controversial spellcastress. She claims she wanna bring peace between human and spellcasters, but really she's more like a cult leader than anything. You know, Tam's mom was a spellcastress, and she joined her group when Tam was a child, and this is the reason why they don't talk anymore. It sounded like a good idea to her, her husband and daughter were human which was seen even more poorly in the spellcasting community back then than it is today...Turned out it very much was not a good idea. Lupe: Yeah, to me it sounds like she's fighting for a noble cause. Yamuna: Well, even noble cause can be used for evil. There's a lot of rumors going around and very little concrete facts, but one that is confirmed is she made humans pay to be in her association, saying the money would be given to help young struggling spellcasters, but instead she ran away with the money. Since that event the group is no longer really active but they still have some very strong believers, like Tam's mom sadly. Lupe: And who is that man with her? And what are these two doing here? Yamuna: Wish I could give you an answer here...

No really, what were Gwenn and Adem doing here...

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#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #occult roommates #guadalupe marron #yamuna chintal #tamara schumacher #gwenn lorgnez #adem zaoui #long post #OcRo s2

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apenapaperandadoofus · 2 years ago

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AAAA

Anyway so after watching spider verse I gotta say- I’m not from Puerto Rico but am from another part of Latin America and can I just say the way they handled Latinos was chefs kiss?

Like the mannerisms they got down perfect (like in Encanto when they fucking did the hand waving it around in a “oh no” kind of way yknow what I’m talking about? Like when your mom is watching a movie and she goes OH NO and does the hand thing that made me gasp so loud lmao and the hand is like 👌 but with the thumb in the ring finger yknow what I’m saying I’ve just never seen it in movies before 😭💀)

Also Rio is an actual fucking gem I wanna marry her so bad 😭😭😭

Also can we talk about the way Miguel when thrown the empanada say something like “Que bueno” because my ovaries exploded I am NOT kidding he said it in such a SEXY VOICE LIKE SIR- SIR WHO GAVE YOU-WHO GAVE YOU THE R I G H T TO DO THAT TO ME

Naw but petition to have Miguel speak more Spanish pls that shit was hot af I thought he was being way too overrated and now I understand, I have become part of the Miguel club-

Also PAVIT WITH THE FUCKING TEA TEA LMAOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭

And the “this is where the British stole all our stuff” I- im crying same boo 😭😭 listen he’s one of my favorites and he’s only in the movie like 5 minutes LMAOOO

anyway spider verse was really good go watch it if u haven’t :D

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frontproofmedia · 10 months ago

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Jake Paul vs. Ryan Bourland Post Fight Press Conference Quotes

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Published: March 03, 2024

Jake Paul

On how he felt during the fight and his challengers

"Man I felt good. I felt really sharp, fast, locked in, but I was just getting warmed up really. I am kind of disappointed to be honest. I want more, I want a challenge and we had someone with 20 fights and I just keep on getting these guys out of there in the first round. I train so hard, it's a little bit disappointing for the fans as well. I want someone to test me so I can make some adjustments and show off some of my new skills. I didn’t really get to show anything. I did feel good, I just wanted more and we will go back to the drawing board and see who’s next.”

On Amanda Serrano’s injury

“It just goes to show the type of woman and type of warrior that Amanda is that she still wanted to fight with an exposed cornea and the skin burnt off of her eye. The chemical was also burning her hands, you can see the skin on her hands melting. She’s so tough, it’s very sad. I wanted nothing more than to support her and see her fight as well, but yeah it’s just an unfortunate series of events but I believe that everything happens for a reason and the universe will unveil that reason soon enough. But we will see and I am very thankful for everyone who did show up and we will have to run it back I guess.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“Look, it happens in this sport, it’s the toughest sport in the world. You go out there in front of 16,000 people, he’s 17-years-old, adrenal rush happens. You can think you’re prepared for that big moment and it can be pulled out from underneath you, but I thought it was an absolute fucking robbery. How is that a draw? At least three rounds to one, so that to me is bizarre, but the kid is a warrior and I’ve proven a loss doesn’t define my career and the draw won't define him as well. He has a great family supporting him and MVP’s behind him.”

On returning to Puerto Rico

“Yeah, we plan on coming back here. We have to. Amanda is going to want that. I loved fighting here. The crowd was amazing, it gave me goosebumps when they were all chanting “Gallo,” and it means the world. They welcomed me and were turnt up for me so we have to come back here and put on another event.”

On Krystal Rosado’s performance

“Krystal was amazing. She’s got a bright, bright future. [She faced a] fast, and a very tough opponent, an undefeated opponent. I thought she did amazing and she looks good out there and she’s sharp and I think that getting that experience of getting tested a little bit is something every fighter needs so that’s great for her. Same with Bomba, he did an amazing job, and just happy he brought it home for Puerto Rico.”

On Ryan Garcia’s social media post of a challenge

In a continuation of Nakisa Bidarian remarks

“Except he’s doing it off some cocaine. That boy is getting that shit straight from Colombia or something, because that shit’s strong. Ryan, I love you, you know that bro, but you gotta chill out bro, because there’s a line and you just seem like you’re losing your mind, acting thirsty and desperate, and saying you’re a billionaire when you’ve had one money fight. I’m just saying just chill bro. If you do want to fight, that’s to me light work. You got no footwork and as long as you've been in the game, I’m a better boxer than you.”

On potentially fighting in New York City

"Look, I want to come to NY. I want to fight at MSG, I have to, it's the mecca. It would be such an honor to fight there. We had something planned there and my opponent pulled out unfortunately, but I will be in New York City and will have an empire state of mind there.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“I don’t know when it will happen, but I for sure want to go to India and he is the most viral fighter online and that speaks volumes. I would love to go to India and fight him and make that happen. We’ll just see when the timeline makes sense.”

On other potential challengers

“I am going to stay as active as possible, and it's about finding the right opponent. This is my life now and it’s a lifestyle and I’ll be back hopefully two more times before the end of the year.

Anyone [from the UFC] who can get out of their contract, I’ll fight. That’s easy work as far as I am concerned. I do want to do a PFL-MMA match, just has to be the right opponent but Nate did duck my $15 million offer so we’ll see who else is on the chopping block. Tony Ferguson? He said he wanted to fight?

I don’t want to see him go out like that, that would be said. He’s a great guy; we don’t want that for Tony.”

Nakisa Bidarian

On event success and refund of fans in attendance

"Thank you everybody for being here. Thank you for the support throughout this entire process. For MVP, Jake Paul, myself, and of course Amanda Serrano. We want to thank our brand partners throughout this event. Puerto Rico tourism company, the district, Puerto Rico Junte Boricua, Loteria de Puerto Rico, OnlyFans and of course, Celsius, which is our official energy drink partner.

Today’s event achieved a gate of $1.511 million, so one million, five-hundred and eleven thousand. Breaking the Katie Taylor-Amanda Serrano gate record. Breaking the Jake Paul-Tyron Woodley in Cleveland gross sales as well as WWE Backlash that happened here last year, so I’d like to give a round of applause to Amanda, Nina, and Jake for that achievement. With that said Jake and I, and Amanda, have made the decision to refund 100% of the $1.511 million to the fan base, so one million, five hundred and eleven thousand will be refunded to all fans in attendance who seek a refund. We appreciate the support. Everyone got a chance to see eight fights, and ultimately, the main event was not meant to be.

On Amanda Serrano's injury Amanda’s eye was irritated on Friday due to a hair product she used on Thursday evening. MVP was notified of this Friday afternoon. She had a private doctor visit her Friday night and they felt with the prescribed drops the irritation in the eye would subside and allow her to perform.

Amanda came to the arena with the intention to fight, given her eye was starting to feel better. MVPs position was that she will be examined by the fight night Commission appointed physicians and they determine if she could compete.

Doctors determined her vision was impaired near the end of Wanna Walton’s bout and would not approve her to fight. We then had a responsibility to communicate to all impacted constituents involved in the event and determine how best to communicate it to the fans in attendance and those watching at home.

Listen, the island has been a big supporter of Amanda since we started working with her two and a half years ago. This is the time for the people of Puerto Rico to get behind Amanda Serrano and show how much they really care about her. She wanted nothing more than to come here and fight in front of her fans. Her heart is broken, her pride is broken, but she’s determined to come back here and have the last fight of her career, she has promised, will be in Puerto Rico. She is the one who drove the decision, first and foremost, to refund every single fan. Jake and I, obviously, 100% supported it, but no one should feel that they got anything other than an unbelievable experience thanks to Amanda Serrano.”

On a potential return for Amanda Serrano

“Do we think it will be Meinke or another opponent? It will depend on how the next couple of years of the end of Amanda’s career progress. She still has a desire to fight Katie Taylor, of course she’s going to have a desire to fight Nina Meinke. I think it just depends on the timing. What I do know for sure is that she wants to have the last fight of her career to be here. So we have to have the right opponent, and if the fans want to see that fight, then we will try to make that fight, but it just really depends on how everything else goes over the next few months. First priority is getting her eye healed.

I think before her career is done, she would like to do her final fight at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. So I don’t know if the next fight is her final fight, or if she fights somewhere else and does that last fight, or if she has three fights…TBD. Right now, the focus is on her health.”

On Javon “Wanna” Walton’s performance

“It’s just a better story now right? It’s a lot sweeter when he comes back and shows everyone this is a win he should’ve gotten, to Jake’s point, he got robbed, all the same, he’s going to be focused on boxing for the rest of his career.”

On Ryan Garcia social media posts

“Ryan Garcia is basically playing the Jake Paul playbook. He’s learning everything that he does and says and acts from what Jake Paul has already done.”

On potentially facing Indian boxer Neeraj Goyat

“He literally had fans at the weigh-in, those weren’t fans that had anything to do with MVP, those were fans of Neeraj Goyat coming to support him at Jake Paul’s weigh-in.”

Closing remarks

“We want to thank all of you, the media of Puerto Rico, and the media that came from abroad, for covering this event, giving it the exposure that it deserves. Giving Jake the coverage that he deserves for the work that he’s doing on the island, for the support he’s showing Puerto Rican fighters, and obviously the love and support for Amanda Serrano. We are going to stick by her. We are going to come back here in a big way with her and we’re excited for her future to continue with MVP.”

Krystal Rosado

On her win over Gloria Munguilla

"She came tough, that’s exactly what we trained for. We trained for whatever might be possible. It was a very nice experience and yeah, I really enjoyed it.”

On her fight length and if she prefers three minute rounds over two minute rounds

“Absolutely, we are going to keep on going with three minutes. Two minutes can go by very quickly. In three minutes, it gives you a chance to think and be a bit more strategic. If I had to choose, I’d stick with three minutes.”

Jonathan “Bomba” Gonzalez

On returning to the ring after roughly 16 months

"There was almost a year and three months out of the ring. I don’t want to take anything away from my opponent. There was a lot of clinching. I had been out with a lot of different problems and illnesses here and there but yeah, I just need to be more active.”

On Amanda Serrano injury

“It’s a very complicated subject. Amanda is a warrior. I know she is going to come back and I know very soon that MVP will set something up for her here in Puerto Rico and she will come back much stronger.”

On his plan going forward

“We are going to have to figure things out. I know a lot was said about my weight and a lot of questions about me making weight. I have to consult with my medical team and get with my team. There are a lot of opportunities out there, I may move to 112 but its still uncertain and I still need to figure out what’s going to happen.”

Nina Meinke

On hearing about her fight being postponed

"Well I found out just before the fight. Absolutely gutted about it. Yeah, I prepared for so many weeks now, put in so much work. Obviously I am devastated but this is not the way we all wanted it to end, but we really wish for a speedy recovery so we can get this fight to happen. I hope it is just postponed and MVP will speak to my promoter and make another date for the fight. I think this is what the people want to see now, and I am ready, and I am ready whenever she is.

On when she found out

I found out about an over before the fight. I was ready to fight and then, well, yeah, big disappointment. If I can say, for me, it’s very sad, but all the way until this point, I really enjoyed the journey. I really enjoyed Puerto Rico. I love Puerto Rico.”

On her reaction to Amanda Serrano injury

“Yeah, of course. That’s why I am here. It didn’t happen so I want to go into the ring with Amanda and take the belt. This is what I am here for and it didn’t work out this time the way we wanted it to. I hope there will be another date and I hope that we can fix this as soon as she feels better and everything is okay. I hope that she’s okay.”

On what she would say to Amanda

“I would tell her, I’m waiting for you. I haven’t talked to her yet, we only had a quick meeting inside the ring and I am here, I am waiting for you.”

On her experience and Puerto Rico

“The people have been so nice, the warmth of the people here is unreal, the atmosphere was amazing. It’s a shame we couldn’t fight in front of this crowd because everything felt right. I hope the match will be in Puerto Rico because I think the people deserve that and they all came out to support us. It would be a shame if it wasn’t, just for the people as well, because it’s been lovely to be here, and I hope to come back.”

(Featured Photo: Al Bello/Getty Images)

#HF #Jake Paul #Amanda Serrano #Most Valuable Promotions #Puerto Rico

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its-just-luci · 1 year ago

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I'm not sorry.

Alright, children The lights are out and the party's over It's time for me, Doctor D, to start running And say goodbye for a little while And I know you're going to miss me, so I'll leave you with this

You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun? Well, it'll burst you into flames if you stay in one place too long That is, if the static don't get you first So remember, even if you're dusted, you may be gone

But out here in the desert your shadow lives on without you This is Dr. Death Defying, signing off

Get up cocksuckers, it's all over. Listen, we had a rough couple 'a months. Fuckin' Katrina's cousin Maria, the other one, Puerto Rico, Houston, fuckin' Florida. Listen, it's been tough up to now, the earthquake in Mexico, You know, the White House, whatever the fuck is goin' on, but it don't matter. They wanna shoot? It's time for us to fuckin' shoot, cocksuckers. They wanna get down and dirty? Don't forget who the fuck we are, y'understand me? We're the baddest motherfuckers out there! You send a message to that fuckin' North Korean, He's gonna be sniffin' my dick and sucking my asshole! That's the focus! We're goin' to North Korea in like a year! It's gonna be an island! It's gonna glow in the dark! You know why? 'Cause we're Americans, cocksuckers! Who the fuck d'you think you're dealing with? Stop with the gun control! They're sellin' more guns than ever in the last three days! Stop with the fuckin' whining! Stop with the Russians on Facebook! I don't give a fuck, Worry about yourself, Keep ya' eyes open, And get the fuck off Snapchat and fuckin' Twitter, cocksucker!

Well, are you ready, Ray? (Yeah) How about you, Frank? (Oh, I'm there, baby) How about you, Mikey? (Fuckin' ready) Well, I think I'm alright One, two, three, four!

Three, two, one, we came to fuck Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the mornin' sun And get a parkin' violation on La Brea 'til it's done

Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on

Oh, you look like somebody I used to love Well, three, two, one, we got the bomb Everybody hurry 'til the taxman comes Glimmer like Bolan in the mornin' sun And get your finger on the trigger, tap the barrel of the gun

Hair back, motherfucker! Jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on

Ah, fuck yeah That's right One, two, three, four!

Well, three, two, one, we came to fuck Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the mornin' sun And get a parkin' violation on La Brea 'til it's done

Hair back, collar up, jet black, so cool Sing it like the kids that are mean to you

when you wanna be a movie star (Come on) play the game and take the band real far (Come on) play it right and drive a Volvo car (Come on) pick a fight at an airport bar

The kids don't care if you're alright, honey Pills don't help, but it sure is funny Give me, give me some of that vampire money Come on Well, I sure like the way (come on) Sure like the way you're looking at me (come on) Well, I sure like the way you're looking at me right there (come on) Well, I sure like the way you're looking at me (come on) There (on), there (on), there (on)

Oh wait, oh, I'm such an idiot, the music is way too loud You're gonna have to turn it down a little, sorry

#Goodnight Cocksuckers #my chemical romance #happy 2024 #joey diaz #Youtube

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encantadocinco · 1 year ago

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I completely reworked the opening to chapter 11, check out the improved version and let me know what you think!

After summer vacation ended, the Menudo boys returned to Puerto Rico. It would only be temporarily, however, more a chance to tie up loose ends and put the finishing touches on songs and routines for their upcoming North American debut. In a few months they would be headlining Madison Square Garden in New York and releasing their first English language album. It was an exciting time for Menudo but a high pressure one, too. For Charlie, it still felt like just yesterday he was an unknown kid hanging out in the arcade – although that was over a year ago. Now, he was a member of the biggest boyband in the world and the leader of a powerful team of fighters with supernatural powers. Menudo the musical group had only grown in popularity and success since Charlie had joined, but Menudo the group of superheroes had lost two of their own under Charlie’s watch. Now Charlie was determined that under his leadership Menudo wouldn’t lose anymore members – or momentum. When Charlie wasn’t encouraging the others through song or dance rehearsal, he was prodding them through fight training. It was during one of these late-night training sessions as the Menudo boys unleashed their fury on a feather stuffed training dummy that a scrawny, determined figure dragged a long metal ladder across the dark lawn towards the Menudo Mansion.

Clunk!

The ladder clanged against the white stucco of the mansion, right outside the only open window on the second floor. The intruder in a black sweatshirt adjusted their wool gloves and began to ascend up the ladder.

In the rehearsal room as feathers from an obliterated training dummy floated to the ground around them, Charlie was arguing with the other members who wanted to stop training and go to bed.

“Come on, guys, we still have room for improvement.”

“We won’t do much improving if we never get any sleep.” Ricky countered.

“Yeah, we’ve been at this for hours. I wanna call it a night.” Complained Miguel.

“Call it a night!?” Charlie repeated. “I thought we could run through the new songs...”

“Oh, forget it!” Roy exploded. “I’m going to bed! Why don’t you have Miguel rehearse the new songs? He’s the only one that needs to, anyways.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Miguel snapped.

“What I mean is all I’m doing on these new songs is dancing in the background, you’re singing all the leads, Miguel.”

“Or do you mean that I’m the only one who needs to rehearse because I’m the worst one?” Miguel fired back.

Roy threw his hands up in the air and his tone was heavily sarcastic. “Oh no! Heaven forbid! I would never want to offend Miguel and his precious ego!”

Before Miguel could reply Ricky shouted at both of them to shut up. Roy stormed out of the room in a huff. Miguel sat down in a folding chair with his arms crossed, muttering and cursing under his breath. Charlie sighed and flung his towel over his shoulder. Ray, who had been sitting on a duffel bag glumly looking at the floor as the argument played out spoke for the first time that evening to ask if they were done rehearsing.

“Yeah.” Charlie replied with a hint of resignation. “But we’ll try again tomorrow.”

The mysterious, thin figure in dark clothes was making it’s way down the bedroom hallway when the sound of Roy angrily marching up the stairs forced them to abruptly turn back and seek refuge in Charlie’s room.

They bolted in to Charlie’s room and headed for the windowsill to make their hasty retreat. At the sound of more footsteps pounding up the stairs, and towards Charlie’s room, they had to find an immediate hiding spot. There was only a single panicked second between the unknown person dashing in to the closet and sliding the doors shut and Charlie entering his room. The intruder peered between the closet doors and watched as Charlie sat on the bed and pulled a red notebook out from the drawer in his nightstand. He furrowed his brow as he scribbled something down then tossed the book on his mattress and shut his open window. Charlie stripped out of his workout clothes and wrapped a towel around his bare waist before exiting the room.

As the steaming hot water beat down on his neck and ran down his back Charlie let out a deep sigh of relief. Lately the shower was the only place Charlie was able to slow down and think. He had kept up a frantic pace since Menudo returned from their summer vacation in New York, even Joselo had started encouraging him to relax a little, but anytime Charlie tried to the weight of his inactivity was smothering. When he first joined Menudo, Charlie was told he had the strongest of the five powers and would be the leader of the group. But after losing two of their members Charlie’s confidence in his ability to lead was severely shaken. He was determined not to lose another member and to be prepared in advance for any potential challenge they might face. Still, he had to admit this constant vigilance and intense training schedule was beginning to take a toll on him, physically and mentally. As Charlie rested against the shower wall and felt the soothing stream of hot water against his sore muscles, he closed his heavy eyes and let his mind begin to drift.

Back in Charlie’s room the shadowy figure emerged from it’s hiding spot. They started for the hallway door again but stopped, turning their head curiously towards the notebook laying on the bed. Swiftly they were on their knees at the bedside, one hand flipping through the notebook and the other adjusting their large framed spectacles as they read the latest note:

• Roy: bitterness over band rivalry – could hurt teamwork in battle?

• Ray: overwhelmed, distracted, can barely slow down time when he’s like this…

• Miguel: losing focus – not good for a psychic!

• Ricky: getting tired of it all, seems like he’d rather teleport himself somewhere else

These notes didn’t immediately make sense to the intruder, but there seemed to be many more similar entries dating back months. So engrossed the figure became in reading these mysterious entries that they didn’t even notice when they absentmindedly leaned against Charlie’s window, until the sharp ringing of a suddenly triggered security alarm brought them to their senses.

The sharp clanging of bells jolted Charlie out of his sleep. After overcoming the initial shock that he had just dozed off while standing up in the shower, Charlie realized what was happening and wrapped a towel around his waist, running out in to the hallway where he found his housemates in a state of confusion.

“What on God’s earth is the damnable noise?” Demanded Roy.

“Burglar alarm.” Ricky answered, shouting to be heard over the noise.

“Another stupid invention that wakes me up.” Roy griped, plugging his ears as he returned to his room. “Only this one is even more obnoxious than the alarm clock.” Ever since he had been awakened in the 20th century, Roy had adapted well to most modern technology – but not all of it. Ray was more concerned than Roy at the situation at hand.

“Somebody is trying to break in?” Ray asked, panic rising in his voice. “Like, a thief?”

“My guess is a demon.” Charlie answered, through gritted teeth. “Damn, I knew it’s been too quiet around here lately. I better put on some pants!”

Charlie sprinted in to his room and without bothering to turn on the light began digging through his closet. Suddenly Charlie became aware of an intense chill in the room. Flicking on a nearby lamp, the first thing Charlie noticed was the curtains billowing in the cold nighttime breeze let in by his wide-open double pane window. He was sure that he had closed that window before his shower. Glancing around, nothing seemed in disarray but he could feel that someone -or something- had just been in this room. Charlie nearly jumped out of his skin at the touch of a hand on his bare shoulder. Turning, Charlie saw Miguel behind him.

“Damn, you scared the shit out of me.” Charlie struggled to catch his breath. “Did you guys find the demon?”

“Demon?” Miguel raised one dark eyebrow. “Uh, no, but Joselo did find a gap in the wire fence where someone cut through it. And then there’s that.” Miguel pointed at Charlie’s window and Charlie went to investigate. He looked out to see a ladder was leaning against the wall under his windowsill.

“That’s the ladder from our tool shed. And the alarm was triggered from the window in your room.”

“Does Joselo know what kind of demon might have done this?”

Miguel looked at Charlie and laughed. “It was probably just a burglar, man.” Miguel waved his hand dismissively. “Let the police worry about it.”

“I don’t know.” Charlie narrowed his eyes as he looked around his room and out at the yard. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“Yeah, maybe that’s because you’re still in battle mode from all that training you put us through today.” Miguel shrugged and smiled. “We live in a big house. Someone tried to rob it. It happens.”

As Miguel turned to leave Charlie stopped him. “Well, I know how we can find out for sure! Touch the ladder or the window ledge and try to get a vision off of it like you did with the shirt button we took from the vampires.”

Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed. “Alright if it will make you happy I’ll try.” Rolling up his sleeves and squinting shut his eyes in intense focus, Miguel began running his hands along Charlie’s window and the pilfered ladder still underneath it. Charlie watched Miguel continue this way for a few minutes until some of the concentration fell from Miguel's face. “No,” Miguel started to say. “Sorry, I’m not getting anything…” Suddenly he spaced out in a deep vision, his hand still on the window. After a moment Miguel jolted back to reality.

“So?” Charlie prodded.

“Woah.” Miguel steadied himself as he regained his bearings, then smiled. “Hey! I didn’t get a headache this time like I did when I first intentionally summoned a vision!”

“See why I keep bugging you guys to train your powers? I was right, they are getting stronger.” Charlie boasted. “And I bet I was right about the demon too, huh?”

“I don’t know, it looked pretty human to me. I didn’t see much though. It was dark and whoever, or whatever, it was had on all black. Something did stick out to me, though.” Miguel admitted.

“What?”

“Well the person-“

“If it was a person.” Charlie interrupted.

“They were the same height and size as us. They looked to be about our age.”

“So were the vampires.” Charlie pointed out. “What else did you see?”

“Right when the security alarm went off they fled your room. But they grabbed something first.” Miguel looked at Charlie apologetically. “I’m sorry to tell you this but they stole your diary, Charlie.”

“Diary?” Charlie deadpanned. “Miguel, I don’t have a diary. I’m not a girl.”

“I keep a diary.” Miguel pouted. “Well, they stole a book off your bed, whatever it was.”

“Oh,” Charlie waved his hand dismissively. “That’s just an old notebook.”

“There wasn't anything important in it, right? Stuff you don’t want anyone else to know?”

“Nah. Just random crap I jotted down.” Charlie started. Miguel was relieved until he saw a look of dread spread across Charlie’s face as he continued talking. “Like… our schedule for the next three months, the security code for the gates and…”

“And?” Miguel prodded anxiously.

Charlie gave Miguel a weary smile. “And the detailed progress reports I’ve been keeping on how you and the other members are coming along in your magical training.”

“Are you an idiot?” Roy fumed. “Just answer me that.” Roy got as close as he could to Charlie’s face and drew out the words. “Are… you… an… idiot?”

Charlie glared at him but said nothing. What could he say?

“You’ve really put all of us at risk.” Ricky picked up the lecture. “How could you write down such personal information – and then lose it?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Charlie didn’t look up from the linoleum in the rehearsal room where Menudo had congregated after the police left. Charlie was the only one sitting down while the others stood around him with arms folded – giving Charlie the distinct impression of being sat in the time-out chair.

“Now some random person is walking around out there with a book full of our magical secrets.” Roy grumbled.

Charlie scoffed. “Well, I don’t know about that.” The other four looked at Charlie puzzled so he continued. “This has demon written all over it. Clearly something knew I had that book and broke in here to get it.”

The others exchanged looks, not entirely convinced.

“Well, either way we all better be more careful.” Said Ricky finally. “And to be safe we should change the lock on the gate.”

“If you really want to be safe you should all practice your fight training more.” Charlie countered. “And I still say tonight is the best time.”

“I say,” Joselo interrupted, the soles of his leather shoes tapping against the hard linoleum and echoing through the spacious room. “that tonight is the best time for going to bed. What’s done is done, and you have an early morning radio appearance tomorrow, don’t forget.”

#menudo #grupo menudo #encantado cinco #fanfic

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adenes-archive · 3 years ago

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Bakugo Headcanons

OKAY, so I wanted to put down 4 of my Bakugo headcanons because I'm in love with this man and he can explode me into next year <3. And I forgot my 5th one </3

They are pretty crappy & shortbut it's okay! ENJOY!

He can cook very well

Now, bakugo being able to cook is canon (i believe). He has great cutting skills (god bless him cuz id lose my fingers) and probably could make a great meal. imo Bakugo isn't that patient but when it comes to making a good ass meal for a date zoo wee mama, expect some good ass food. Now, I'm black, so ofc I'm thinking he can season food hella good🥴. Like almost as good as your grandma. But not better than her because her food is too good to top🙅🏽‍♀️. (now I wanna do Bakugo at a cookout headcanons :|) Since he is Japanese, he makes Japanese dishes that are just explosions (haha) of flavor and goodness in your mouth.

And wherever you're from America, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, or Barbados he is down to try your dishes. Especially if they are spicy as hell. Jerk Chicken? give this man a plate. He will fall in love. Hot wings make them the spiciest mans will not back down.

If you are sick, he's going to take care of you and make you some of the best damn soup. (I love soup with a passion)

TSUNDERE TSUNDERE TSUNDERE

Sir gives off such tsundere tendencies it hurts </3. I hate tsunderes like just tell me you love me instead of pushing me off a building. Bakugo just doesn't like feeling vulnerable. He doesn't want anybody (besides Deku) to see him act more softly. When you or him FINALLY confess your feelings towards each other don't expect this man to not call you baby, bae (🤢🤮), or princess in public. Nah, expect y/l/n, y/n, or the infamous dumbass. But, behind closed doors, he's a literal hedgehog. Smol, sweet, and adorable. You have to initiate everything though, his pride is bigger than his boobs.

After some time he will ease into initiating things on his own. But that's in private and rare </3 but when it does happen he either had a terrible day and needs you to be there for him in a sentimental way or he's just feeling affectionate. It's another way of showing he loves you without saying it. Yes, he feels bad for not saying it as much as you do. But he shows I love you in the best ways possible :)

Likes Simplicity and enjoys small acts

Lord Explosion Murder loves the simplicity of things. Sure he can go all out and be extravagant when it comes to some dates and plans. He just likes simple things. Like an at-home movie date or a picnic at a park or in a backyard. He doesn't need you to buy a blimp to profess your love to him. If you flat out say it or write a little note about it, he will turn into mush on the inside but glare at you on the outside.

He likes sending you notes too! Especially in your bento boxes when you're at school or work. He just likes when you do small meaningful things. He can't help it! He just loves doing small gestures for you! You mean so much to him so why can't he treat you like a princess?

Very Domestic

This goes with cooking and liking the simplicity of things. He's just a domestic man at heart. Bring it up though and he will deny the fuck out of it! He hates when people point out the obvious or point out this vulnerable time of him. He loves his wife and his children and he is going to treat them like they are kings and queens of the world no matter what.

Everyone is spoiled he just doesn't want to admit it. His kids aren't even spoiled brats like the ones you see on tv no they are very respectful and he refuses to allow them to act how he did as a child. Especially to Izuku and quirkless kids.

don't forget to reblog and like! :) it only takes 2 seconds! thank you!! :)

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saradiasz · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Lin Manuel X Reader

Note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic here, i hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Cursing, Teenager Lin, Lin's accent in Spanish, Smut, Fluff, Lin's baby pictures.

Word Count: 5.001

1998- Summer Vacations

I can't wait to meet my new neighbors, it's pretty lonely here since Cameron that lived nextdoor had to go to live in another country with her parents, she was my best friend and maybe my only one, she said that we will still be friends but...it's different, she's going to find new ones and I'm going to be here alone as always...Fuck that, I have to focus on the new neighbors now, maybe they have a daughter...Well, nobody compares to Cam...Ok, ok I'm forgetting that for now. Anyway, my mom is baking a cake to the neighbors when they arrive, I'm so nervous and anxious for...some reason, so I go downstairs to talk to my mom and see if the cake is ready.

— Hey mom, how it's going there? — I said looking to the oven and seeing the chocolate cake inside.

— Right on time honey, I'm going to take it out in 5 minutes, wanna help me with the frosting? — She said giving me a spatula that i take with enthusiasm.

— Sure mom. — I smile to her and she start to pouring condensed milk slowly in the wipped cream that I was stirring.

After that she put the frosting on the fridge and take the cake of the oven and put it on the table to rest, we talk for some time about nothing important until the cake was cold enough for the frosting. Is between spread frosting on the cake and put it on a plate that we heard a knock at the door.

— Can you see who is for me Y/N?

— Sure. — I said with a bored face, it's impossible that anyone liked to host people at your door, impossible.

I open the door and I see a latin little man, or a big kid... I'm not sure yet, he is wearing a Star Wars t-shirt way too big with large, large pants that another person could fit there with him comfortably, there's a hat laying on his head too, very fancy. He just stay there starring at me with his big brown eyes and then say:

— Hi I'm Lin son of the new neighbors, my mom is throwing a party tonight and she's inviting your family, nothing fancy just some foods and a lot of dancing, there's none dress code or those shit, we just want to have a good time with everyone and make new friends. — He said in one breathe with a lot of hand gestures, impressive...He dresses like a kid and talk as much as one.

— Okay. — I said slowly. — I'm gonna say to my mom, actually she's baking a welcome cake for your family, we can take with us tonight then.

— That would be perfect, thank you so much. — He said gesturing with his hands again. — Bye. — He turn around and go in the way to the next house as I close the door.

— Okay, mom you won't belie... What are you looking at? — She look at me with a weird smile and say:

— He likes you honey, did you saw the look on his eyes and how he was literally throwing words at you? — She said giving me a malicious face.

— What are you saying, of course he don't like me, we talk for 2 minutes...Well he talked for 2 minutes I just listened. — I said rolling my eyes.

— Well, think what you want, and about the party...we are definitely going, so find a good dress.

— Why mom? Let me stay home, please. — I said with fake tears in my eyes.

— I know you, don't fake a face for me, we are going and period. — Damnit, she know me too well.

— Ugh, okay okay.

After we both get ready, I take the cake and we go to Lin's house, i can hear music from a far, we get there and knock, a woman full of energy open the door and hug me and my mom tightly at the same time what almost caused a cake accident.

— Wepa, I'm so happy you maded, come in, come in. — She said with a heavy accent and then pushed us into her house.

— And we are very happy that you invited us, I baked a cake for you, take it. — My mom said giving her the cake that was in my arms.

— Mas no precisava, you didn't need too. I'm going to place this with the rest of the food, thank you...I don't even asked your name honey, what am I thinking... — Own, like mom, like son. She said as fast as Lin did before.

— It's Y/M/N and what's yours? If I may ask. — Okay, so I'm probably gonna be here for a while, it's always like that when my mom finds another "talkative" mom.

— It's Luz, and this is your hija? Uh tan hermosa... — She said giving me a look — Lin has a good taste...

— Mama, ¿Qué estás diciendo? Excuse us ladies — A blushed Lin appears of nowhere almost screaming and then he leaves with his mother.

— That was... — My mom start thinking in a word.

— Freaking weird? Yeah, I know. I told you so, if you excuse me I'm going to find food. — I go right to the place that's probably the kitchen, there's some latin people talking, probably Lin's family or something, I found a table with some snacks in the corner and go straight to them taking one bowl of... something that I don't know what it is but tastes good. I go to find somewhere safe to eat alone, what's not very complicated since they don't unpacked almost anything, I go upstairs and enter a room with some furniture, I turn the light on and then sit on the floor behind some boxes trying to hide for a while. I really didn't wanted to came here in the first place, don't get me wrong, the people aren't the problem, I am...I just don't like parties, and parties with my mom are even worse. The door opens interrupting my monologue about how much I hate parties. I see Lin talking on the phone entering the room like a thunder, closing the door and laying on the carpet.

— Tú no entiendes, ella es la cosa más linda que yo ví en toda mi vida...obviamente no consegui hablar com ela Carlos, I'm too shy for that... — He finally realize that I'm in the room and say almost choking on the phone. — Oh fuck, yo tengo que ir bye. Hi, what're you doing here? The party isn't in my bedroom. — He said with a...smile? Or he's dying?

— Your what? Oh I'm sorry I was just... scaping for my mom, I didn't realized that this was your room. — Oh fuck, of course it's his bedroom.

— It's okay, it's nothing yet actually just a bunch of boxes and I relate with the mom thing, my mom drives me crazy sometimes too. — He opens a beautiful smile, I never took a deep look at him but he's not that bad actually, even kinda cute with a goofy smile.

— Mothers hun. — We both laugh looking at the floor.

— Did you understood what I was talking on the phone? — He asked nervous.

— Not even a word. — He's relief came hard.

— Oh, nice.

— What you were saying, though? — That's really weird, he start to panic.

— Ah, uh...porn — That's a bad liar over here my friends.

— Sure...

— Yeah. — Awkward silence, yummy...

— So...

— What's your name again? I don't think you never said to me actually. — He said with a question mark all over his face.

— Well, you never gave me the chance. — He start to blush because of my words and then he whisper an sorry. — It's okay Lin, and my name is Y/N at your service sir.

— Yeah, this name suits you. — He said now smiling.

— Do you want some? — I said pointing the bowl to him. — I don't know what this is but is pretty damn good.

— Sure. — He said taking some of the bowl and then sitting next to me, his leg touching mine. — It's tostones, basically fried plantain, it's a Puerto Rican thing, well latin thing but this one my aunt brought from Puerto Rico. — He said with his eyes glowing.

— You used to live there?

— No, actually. My parents came to here and then they meet on college so i was born here too, but I love Puerto Rico it's my happy place you know. — He said with a half smile.

— That's so sweet Lin. — His eyes finds mine and we stare each other for a minute, but then I look away...This boy is like...affecting me?

— So, did you want to get back there? It's dinner time. — He stand up and offers me his hand.

— We really have to? — I said forcing a sad face.

— Of course we do, but if you get uncomfortable I promise that we can stay here okay? — His hand still waiting for mine.

— Okay then. — I take his hand leaving the empty bowl behind, we get out of the room still holding hands, until I see my mom, in that moment I go crazy and i walk in her direction leaving Lin.

— Hm, very strange that you were together inside a room, did you wear protection honey? I don't want a...

— MOM, we were just talking. — I said interrupting her before she said something even crazier.

— I'm just saying...Well, let's go to get dinner, this are really nice people doll you're gonna love them. — She said leading me to the backyard where a big table was full of food, hell yes, that's what I'm talking about, don't like parties who?

I sit with my mom by my right side, Lin appears and sit in front of me, after everybody was at the table we start to eat, people asking food, pouring juice, telling jokes, Lin's look finding mine between conversations, was all really nice, I even forgot why I was so worried at the first place.

We are at home now, I'm looking at the sky from my window, there's a lot of stars and is a full moon day. The curtains of the other house in front of my window opens all of sudden, of course Lin's window is there, how I didn't noticed that? He don't seems to see me, what makes sense since my lights are off, he's shirtless and writing something on the desk that places below the window, there's a lamp on the desk and the only thing that's on at the room. He seems so relaxed, his mouth is moving fast what means he's probably singing, maybe writing music? I don't know but it's a beautiful view, wait...is this creepy? I'm feeling like a stalker right now, i try to hide but he see me for my own despair. He smile and wave his hand to me, I do the same with a Awkward smile. Crap, I'm so dumb...he take a paper and write "Hi, can't sleep either?", i write fast in a old piece of paper a big "No", he smile and write another thing and then show me "Meet me in 10?" Oh fuck, why he want to see me? he's totally going to report me to the police for harassment. I raise my thumb to him and he closes his curtains, I look at the mirror and remember that I was in my pajamas but who cares, I go downstairs slowly so my mom couldn't hear me, the door make a noise when I open it...damnit, hope she didn't hear this, I close the door and turn to Lin's house, he's standing right in front sadly with clothes now, wait, why am I disappointed? He has a little smile in his face until he reaches me.

— I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking you I swear, please don't sue me...

— What're you talking about? — He said confused, crap crap crap, a thousand times crap, I fell my cheeks hot so I close my eyes so I won't be able to see his face.

— Nice pajamas by the way... Wait, are this pineapples? — He said with a stupid smirk on his face.

— Oh shut up, you're wearing Star Wars clothes all day and I never said a word about it. — I try to say this mad but my smile wins the battle on my face.

— Yo, Star Wars is a classic but I never see a movie about pineapples. — Why do I didn't changed my clothes again? Right, laziness.

— Uh, rude. — I hit his arm weakly.

— Au. — He smile and take my hand. — Let's go, we can lay down in the garden and look at the stars and...talk.

— Okay Yoda. — He laugh a little as we go to the background of his house.

We lay on the ground with our bodies almost touching, the stars really look beautiful tonight... He turn his head in my direction...We both know what's going to happen but the wait make all better, I turn to him and his laches are beating slowly, the light of the stars make his face glow, he put one hand on my face and start to make little circles around my cheek and say that my eyes are more shining than the stars, his face is literally one inch far from mine. I'm the one who kisses first, his lips are soft and warm, he put his hand in my wrist and push me closer to him, his tongue is touching mine now in a sweet kiss, we end the kiss but we stay closer as possible.

— That was unexpected. — I said breaking the silence.

— Well, not for me. I was hoping to do that since I meet you. — He says letting small kisses on my face.

— So my mom was right this time. — He goes a little far laughing.

— I was that obvious?

— I don't think so, but in the moment you walked away she said that you liked me, what I thought that was craziness until now. — I said with one hand in his soft hair. — No that I'm saying that you like me i just... — He stop me pressing our lips together.

— Mothers hun... — He said quoting me and then opening one of those beautiful smiles.

The sun is rising when we go back to home, I say a last goodbye to him from the window before jumping on the bed, my back are in pain but I don't care...This was one of the best days of my life, I sleep and my dreams are full of dancing and laughing.

I wake up with a knock at my door, I look to the clock next to my bed and it's almost 12 o'clock, after a little battle against myself I get up and open the door, Lin is with a big smile in his face, the large clothes now are just a cargo shorts and a light white shirt showing his shoulders and a lot of skin, so much skin...

— Good morning Sleepyhead. — He said still smiling.

— How you're up after last night? And smiling... — I said outraged giving room for him get inside.

— Actually I barely sleep, no i can't get inside. Your mother only let me in when I promised not to enter your room.

— Of course she did, by the way what are you doing here? — I ask him. — No that I didn't liked, I do, I really do. — I said fast.

— Really? — He's cheeks are turning red, how he can be this cute?

— Yeah. — I get closer to him and I let a little kiss into his lips.

— So, I was thinking that we could go to somewhere today, I know a place in the woods that's perfect for do absolutely nothing, it's not far so we can walk a little bit and since you didn't eat breakfast, we can do a picnic and no one else goes there so we can stay together in peace. — He said showing me the basket in his hand.

— That sounds perfect, I just have to take a shower, I see you in 30? — He nodd his head in affirmation and I kiss him more deeply this time.

— See ya. — He said in the middle of the kiss and then goes away...God I could live in his lips forever...

I take a quick bath and go downstairs, Lin is talking to my mother, he's drinking a cup of coffee and they're... Laughing? Weird...I say a hi to my mom and we go to Lin's place. It's really a perfect place, there's a lot of trees and a little lake in the middle, we rest on a big towel under a tree for some time, we eat a lot, it's a perfect afternoon...

— Thank you Lin, this is so nice. — My head is resting on his shoulder.

— You know what would be nicer? — He said standing up and slowly taking his shirt off and running into the lake direction. I take my dress off and follow him with a goofy smile on my face. We jump into the almost warm water together, he start to splashing water in my face and I do it back, he came closer and kiss me, his shy hands are laying in my lower back, i surround his waist with my legs and I feel something getting harder under his belly, he stop the kiss looking at me with his big eyes, his laches are moving fast.

— I...it's... — He tries to talk but he doesn't have words for this.

— Shhhh, kiss me Lin. — I whisper into his ear and he does what i ask, then i take his hand and guide him to where we were before.

— I never done this before. — He said with his voice shaking. We lay on the towel and I kiss him, i run my hand through his wet soft hair and feel them between my fingers, meanwhile his hands is caressing my back, making little circles.

— We don't have to do it if you aren't ready yet. — He's looking at me with those big brown puppy eyes, I'm losing all control that i have. — I never done this with someone that i just meet either, but you're making me crazy without doing anything.

— I want you, i just don't know...how... — He gaze up avoiding my eyes with his cheeks all red now, did i mention how cute he's with red cheeks?

— Hey, look at me. — I said touching his face and making he look at mine — I'll not say that i didn't do it before, but i can lead you...if you let me. — He don't say anything, just came closer and kiss me taking all the breath of my lungs.

— Okay...— He said more whispering than really talking.

— If you want to stop anytime just say, okay? — He nodd his head in confirmation. I stay on top of him and take my bra and throw in the floor next to us, he look at my breasts with his eyes wide open then look to my face like he was asking for permission, what was really cute, i take his warm hands and put them in there and he squeeze very softly, i feel him getting even harder under me, i kiss him urgently like i never kissed someone before, he turn our positions and now he's on top of me going down to my lips and kissing my neck and collarbone, a little noise come out of my mouth when i feel his lips on my nipple pressing it softly and letting small kisses. I hear he saying all the time how soft my skin is and how sweet i taste in his mouth, our underwear go out of our body in some point.

I said that i would lead him but he's doing a great job from himself, driving me crazy with all the wait and his kisses in my body, i can feel everything, every part of our body that's touching, every drop of sweat that roll in our body. The beautiful things that came out of his mouth are like a melody, i never felt so loved when i feel him inside me, filling me whole.

— Am i hurting you baby? — He ask with the most beautiful face of concern.

— Just a little, but it's normal don't worry my love. — He nodd and then lay his forehead in mine starting to move inside me, our bodies colliding softly, his lips is barely pressing mine, he's not moving fast what make all feel even better, he's saying how gorgeous i am and i how i make him feel the luckiest guy in the whole world for let him be with me in his arms, my name come out of his mouth like a poem, we are moaning together and it's together that we come too, my eyes are out of orbit, i can't feel anything else than the goosebumps all over my body, he's head is resting in my chest and he's hugging me tight in his arms.

— You're so amazing Y/N...I'm really happy that my first time was with you. — He said softly looking deep in my eyes after we recover and lay on the ground side by side with our bodys tangled. — I never felt like this before for anyone else.

— Me neither Lin, i love how you make me feel... — I said and i feel the cold wind in my naked body what make me shiver for a moment but Lin hold me closer to his body. — I think we should put our clothes on and go back now, it's starting to get cold and the sun is going down, my mom will kill me if I get home late.

— Yeah, let's go doll. — He said throwing my clothes on me and getting up.

At home i take a shower but Lin's taste and smell are still in my body, i still can feel his arms wrapping me. I touch my lips remembering of when he was kissing me slowly, savouring my mouth. I think about check the window just to see if he's there but before I came into a conclusion my mom calls me for dinner. It's 9am when i sleep, all that i didn't slept the night before mixed with all the "exercise" from the afternoon make me sleep 10 hours uninterrupted. I get up really excited for the day, the sun is rised and it's a beautiful day, i take a quick shower and go catch some breakfast before knock at Lin's door.

— Good morning mom. — I said almost singing.

— Good Morning honey, why you're so happy? You're never like this in the morning. — She said looking at me suspiciously.

— I'm just happy mom, i can't be happy anymore? Jesus

— Of course you can, but it's strange. Let me guess, Lin is the reason of your happiness? — She ask smirking for me.

— Maybe, why? — I ask drinking my coffee

— Nothing... i like him, he's a very good boy and he's super respectful and I think he really really likes you.

— I really like him too mom...

— I can see, your eyes glow when you talk about him, i'm really glad that you found each other honey. — She said cupping my face.

— Me too mom, i have to go now. — I kiss her face and go out listening to her voice saying for me not to came home late. I knock at his door and his mom open for me.

— Good morning Mrs. Miranda, is Lin at home?

— Good morning Y/N, he's in shower but come in, you can wait for him here, and don't call me that, I'm just Luz for you— She said all too happy, probably Lin told her about us.

— Okay Luz. — She guide me to the couch, i look around and everything is in place, just one or two boxes in the corner now, the decoration in very happy with a lot of color everywhere. — This is so pretty Luz.

— Thank you, i really liked how turned too. Come here let me show you a thing. — We get up and she show me trophys and some papers that belongs to Lin, there's some more things but are from a girl, maybe a sister? He didn't told me he had a sister. She takes a big album and we sit on the couch again, that's the good stuff, the blackmail material.

— This is when he born, tan precioso. — She show me a photo in white and black with a baby Lin in it, so cute. — I never thought that he would became this writing machine that never sleep properly, i blame his father they're exactly the same. — She show me a lot of another photos, in graduations, in piano recitals what apparently he was really good at, in family reunions. He appears when we're almost done, he smile when he see me but then he panic when he realize that his mom is with his kid album.

— Mami, i can't believe you're embarrassing me again. — He said hiding his face with his hands.

— I'm just showing to her como tú eras pequeño e precioso mi hijo. — She said standing up and pinching his red cheek, then she put the album where it was before and go out of the room.

— Stop laughing at me. — He said with the most adorable angry face when i start to laugh. I stand up and kiss his cheek as he touch my back and bring me close pressing his lips against mine. — What are we going to do today baby?

— Movie? My mom's going to shop what will probably take a while so we can watch it in my house. — He smirk at me. — God, you barely discovered sex and you're already addicted? — What i said make him laugh loudly.

— I'm sorry, so...just a movie. I will just say to my mom so she won't be crazy that I'm not home — He kiss my cheek and go talk to his mom.

After we fight for 10 minutes we finally agree in watch the Ghostbusters, we both have watched it one hundred times but it's just too good. My mom finally go to work and we go to the kitchen to do popcorn and take some snacks. After that we lay on the carpet to watch the movie.

— You never told me that you had a sister. — I said playing with his hair in my finger, his head resting in my lap.

— I thought that i did, anyway she's the best, she prefer to be in our aunt's house for the summer, that's why she isn't here.

— I always wanted to have a sister, but my dad died when I was young and my mom never was the same.

— I'm so sorry Y/N. — He said cupping my face.

— I'm okay now, was a really long time ago. — I put my hand over his. — What about your father, why i didn't meet him yet?

— He's in New Jersey for work, he'll probably be here in the weekend, I'll make sure that he meet my girl. — He said pressing our lips quickly.

— Your girl? You didn't even asked me yet. — I said throwing a popcorn in his face.

— I have to? — He said confused.

— No, but it won't harm if you do it.

— Okay, Okay. — He said sitting in front of me and taking my hands, i can't believe he'll really do that. I burst into laughter

— I'm just kidding...

— Shh... I'm concentrating. — He put a finger in my lips and then clean his throat and start...rapping?. — I know I'm not much but my heart belongs to you, even more when I remember of that afternoon, baby I can't take you out of my mind, here holding your hands i ask you, will you be mine?

— You just made that out of nowhere? Cool

— It's that a yes?

— Of course it's your dummy. — I said jumping into him kissing his lips, the popcorn that was in my lap spreads to everywhere.

I never thought that I would find love in such a young age and so fast, but i couldn't imagine my life without Lin, he's the only man I loved and will always be, and the felling is mutual by what he say every morning that we wake up together, side by side, i never felt so loved in someone's arms before and i hope this felling last until the day I die. This is the end but not our end, we'll last forever.

#lin manuel miranda #lin manuel x reader

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pinkykitten · 4 years ago

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Hola! I don't see people from Puerto Rico often and its kinda refreshing

Anyways I wanted to see if you could do a matchup for me? Maybe knb and marvel

So I am a 5'6 female Leo

I'm straight

Latina(PR)

I have waist length brown hair and mismatched brown and hazel eyes.

Personality wise, I'm really quiet and reserved around people I don't know. I'm also one of those people who people think they're the smartest person ever because they're quiet and seen most of the time with their nose buried in a book, yep. Sadly, that's me.

I love volleyball, basketball and dancing and I'm considered good at them, but I don't play competitively because my parents don't really approve and think its a waste of time.

While I'm probably the champion in the silent game at school and people often confuse me for a mute, I love hanging out with my friends, where I joke around and do stupid stuff with like parkouring in a kids playground or seeing who can last longer doing a handstand

I'm really protective of my friends and they are who I consider my family.

Because of my actual family, ive grown to have trust issues and tend to avoid talking much and my friends have gone through a lot to get my trust

If I ever have a boyfriend, I think I'd like them to be as much of a challenge to get through as I am. I'd like them to tease me and challenge me, but know his limits. I think they should also make me feel included if they have friends because, as ive mentioned before, I do not like social situations. I love to read and discuss my favorite books, so debating skills are a must. Plus, I am kinda Athletic, so having a workout partner would be nice, but not someone who freaks out so much over health because I have a major sweet tooth and will not be stopped from getting sweets, especially on my period

ORDER UP!!!

i ship you with...

daiki aomine

wow u r so quiet it makes aomine kinda pissed in the beginning like say something but later ur quietness intrigues him and he wants to get to know u. he is going to make it his mission to get u to talk to him and open up to him. he sees how smart u r and is actually impressed which is hard for him to be. he start walking w u and opening up to u. he sees u as a challenge. when u play basketball and he sees ur skills he is left mouth hanged open! he cannot believe how good u r and ur like awesome. he finds himself thinking about u constantly. when u talk to him he thinks u have the most beautiful voice and he kinda falls in love there. he messes w u abojt having ur face in a book and invites u to all his games and have fun w his friends and have dinner w them. he is chill w u and after hearing about ur personal family life gets u and wants to make u feel comfortable whenever. u and him both tease each other and he like loves to lean on u.

the breeze was nice and flowed through the trees. having just shared a creme brûlée, everybody felt complete. aomine laid his head on ur lap, taking a cat nap. “what r u reading?” his voice was rough and low. u showed him the title and aomine smirked, “that guys an idiot.” u and aomine debated numerous times and u were going to go there again considering this was ur fav book. “wanna fight me on this one? ur fav book sucks, baka.”

peter quill

peter is very outspoken and doesn’t care what ppl think and he is gonna have fun and live his life. he sees u, nose stuck in a book, not saying a word he is shocked and almost worried. he works w a crew that never stops talking so he wanted to make sure u were comfortable. when he gets to know ur fam situation he is very sorry and knows how personal life can make ppl have anxieties and fears. he understands and is for u all the time. ur not a friend to the crew ur family. everybody loves u. he makes sure of it. he loves however how protective and loving u r to the others it makes u fit right in. he is kinda hot and bothered seeing u kick butt in working out cuz he is like the guy that has had a bit too many sandwiches but who cares cuz we stan him here. but on ur period he will def be that guy that it doesn’t matter what time or even if he is fighting some sketchy guys he will go get u ur fav dessert or whatever ur craving. he cares so much about u cuz he understands not being able to trust but he trusts u wholeheartedly.

peter played the music loudly in his ship. his mother loved the song more than anything. peter saw u emerge into the ship, getting things situated. he knew u were a great dancer, “hey baby.”

u perked ur head up to his attention.

“dance with me?” he gave a goofy smile. u stood and although u don’t dance the best neither does peter. he held u in his arms and swayed w u, the woman of his dreams, to the melodies.

a/n: sorry i’m late for friday matchup i was busy so i hope y’all can send them in and i can do as much as i can. also hi there!

#ships #i ship you with...#matchups #kuroko no basket #marvel #@pantherhappy

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thnksfrthmmrs · 2 years ago

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get 2 know me ♡

i was tagged by @ofalltheginjoints mwah bestie <3

Favorite time of year: i love early fall and mid to late spring weather so <3

Comfort food: pasta or arroz con gandules bc my mom gave me no choice but to have that as a safe food all we eat is rice 🙏🏻 love u mami

Favorite dessert: this is such a trick question. to me. maybe ice cream… maybe…

Things you collect: vinyls! also my mom started a travel spoon collection for me as a kid, god knows why. i feel like stuffed animals could also count i have so many

Favorite drink: coke

Favorite musical artist: “this really underground band, you probably haven’t heard of em- fall out boy...” <- same lj

Last song you listened to: the patron saint of liars and fakes 🤬🤯😤🤺

Last movie you watched: i don’t even know. my big fat greek wedding when i made taylor watch? maybe?

Last series you watched: uhhh that i finished? gilmore girls i think?

Series you’re currently watching: er

Current obsession: it’s never not fall out boy i literally just decided i have a deep and meaningful emotional soul connection with pete wentz.

Dream place to visit: i want to visit my best friend (<- sappy bitch) but also. greece :]

A place you’ve been to that you want to go back to: another sappy answer: illinois to see my girlfriend. alternatively maybe puerto rico since i haven’t been since i was a kid, i’d love to bring my grandparents and “meet” their siblings

Something you want: a hug. to be reminded what i mean to people. fob8. cheez it’s sound good.

Currently working on: i’m supposed to be reading the metamorphosis right now… um as far as editing goes i still have yet to make the overall fav music video gif set (bc idk how to make it interesting) and i have some lyric parallels i wanna work with written in my notes :)!

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 10 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: omg HIIIIII hihihihihi i’m SO SORRY for the update gap fam, i started back at work and have been crAzy busy ever since! however i tried to make this chapter one that was worth the wait…….insert one thousand eye emojis if ya know what i mean. hope u enjoy!

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

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20th November 2020

Vanessa is giggling as Akeria sits with an enormous plastic bag of snacks in front of her on the hard plastic train table. She’s looking at them with the long-suffering eyes of a wearied mother, casting her hands over them as if she doesn’t quite know where to start. She finally picks up a bag of chocolate buttons, stands up in her seat and yells out into the train carriage.

“Okay, whose are the buttons?”

“Oh! Those are ours. Thanks, Kiki,” Jan stands up from the two-seater she’s got beside Jackie and behind Vanessa and Brooke, leaning forward over them to grab the snacks.

“Strawberry laces?”

“Mine!” Crystal cries happily, leaning over Gigi from the table seat they’re sharing with Jaida and Yvie opposite them. She snatches the sweets out of Akeria’s hand and follows it up with a thank you.

“Barbecue Pringles- wait, that’s Yvie’s,” Akeria immediately cuts herself off, leaning over the aisle of the carriage and handing Yvie the tube.

“I’m nothing if not predictable,” she shrugs, ripping off the plastic covering and the paper on top to grab a crisp and then offer one to her dance partner.

“Tangfastics?” Akeria yells out. There’s a pause where nobody claims them. Akeria gives a long-suffering roll of her eyes and yells a little louder. “Tangfastics?!”

Vanessa watches Monique give a jolt in the two-seater she’s sharing with Monet. “Shit, sorry Keeks, that’s ours!”

(Vanessa suspects that Monique’s delay in hearing her snack might be because of the way Monet’s got her hand resting on her thigh and had been whispering something to her moments before, but she’ll park that for now, use it to make fun of her at a later date.)

“God damn, stop gazin’ in Monet’s eyes for two whole seconds,” Akeria teases her, to a hoot of laughter from the other girls and a glare from Monique herself.

“Can’t help it that they’re so dark and intoxicating,” Monet pipes up with a dramatic gesture. Asia yells at her to shut up from over her headrest. A little further down the carriage, Vanessa can see a businessman shaking his head in despair.

“Gigi, that’s your fruit platter,” Akeria hands the tub across the aisle, already able to tell the model’s choice of snack. Vanessa silently takes the bags of Starbursts and chilli heatwave Doritos that she’d asked Akeria to pick up for her and Brooke respectively. “Whose are the Haribos?”

There’s another silence. Vanessa has to hold in her laughter at Akeria’s growing frustration. “Girls, I swear to Jesus, y’all cannot send me to the shop to grab all your motherfuckin’ snacks and then not claim ‘em! Who ordered the goddamn Haribos?!”

Asia blinks suddenly, looks up from her phone and tugs Akeria’s sleeve. “Bitch! Those are ours, we got them! Sit your dumb ass down!”

The girls all roar with laughter as Akeria sheepishly sinks back into her seat. Vanessa can’t help but give a little bounce in her seat from excitement because they’ve made it; she’s off to Blackpool with a girl that likes her back, her two best friends, and the rest of the dorks they’re sharing the competition with. They’ve got a Cha Cha Cha this week which they’ve practised, polished and perfected, and Vanessa can feel a little bite of excitement to the cold air which makes her think maybe…maybe this week it’s their time to get a few more tens and perhaps be top of the leaderboard this week. She’s confident, and she knows Brooke is too. They chatted through their thoughts about the week ahead when Vanessa walked Brooke to the tube station the night before, and her heart still gives a little excitable thud when Vanessa remembers the way they’d stolen a kiss in the dark just beside the entrance.

Whatever it is they are feels like one of the fairytales Vanessa used to watch when she was little on VHS tape, the ones she used to rewind the moment they were done to go all the way back to the start. She and Brooke are still focused on the competition obviously, so for now they’re still content with stealing kisses behind the scenes of It Takes Two, going for dates that aren’t really dates and are more mid-rehearsal lunches, long and lingering goodbye cuddles where Vanessa rests her head against Brooke’s chest and wishes she was going home with her instead of to her own empty flat. It’s nameless and exciting and a bit of a foray into the unknown, only Vanessa knows it’s not really so much of an unknown because she trusts Brooke, she knows she likes her back and how much she’s devoted to her. It’s the way Brooke nuzzles against Vanessa’s hair and mutters a compliment about how talented she is, or the way she’ll stop mid-kiss to just murmur about how beautiful Vanessa is against her lips, or the way she links their pinkies together midway through a rehearsal break and shyly comment on how lucky she is. It all makes Vanessa’s heart feel huge and light and fast in her chest, a helium balloon filled with butterflies.

“Guys! Train selfie!” Crystal cries suddenly, jolting Vanessa out of her daydream. Vanessa leans onto the middle of the table to squeeze herself into shot and yelps when Brooke tugs her back.

“You just totally Mike Wazowski’d me!”

“Oh like anyone could miss you in any photo, fuckin’ lil miss beanstalk bitch!” Vanessa teases her, the girls all laughing in response.

“So funny that half your fans think you’re datin’. You two fight like cat an’ dog on the daily,” Asia rolls her eyes and snorts. Vanessa feels her body spark with electricity as Brooke takes her hand under the table and squeezes it a couple of times in secret.

She feels guilty as she looks to Akeria who’s raising her eyebrows at her, still very aware of her crush. It’s not that Vanessa has kept things secret from her and Monique intentionally. It’s just that she and Brooke have been so wrapped up in each other and their rehearsals, not to mention the fact that they haven’t had a girls’ night in forever. Vanessa resolves to tell them this weekend, having to bite back a smile as she thinks about their potential reactions.

“Guys, get in the fucking selfie already! My arm is hurting!”

Vanessa leans back into Brooke’s chest and feels something in her ribcage blossom as Brooke puts her arms around her in a hug for the photo.

The train starts moving and all the girls give an excited squeal of delight which makes two old ladies a few seats down look at them all suspiciously. There’s a flash of recognition in their eyes after a second and their attitude changes, judgemental eyes becoming kind. Vanessa wonders if it will ever fully sink in that she’s ‘famous’, a public figure. Right now it just feels as if she’s going on some big mad girls’ weekend away with her second family and a girl she really fucking likes.

The evening is mostly taken up by the train ride, all the girls having rehearsed during the day and trundled their suitcases to the train when they were done. Yvie vlogs, Crystal and Gigi chatter excitedly, and Akeria and Asia bicker about who’s eaten the most buttons. Vanessa and Brooke for their part hold hands underneath the table, share little smiles that speak both volumes and a thousand words, and flirt just enough to make Vanessa’s heart beat out her chest but not enough to arouse suspicion. All the while they speed past towns that she’s never heard of and will never visit, blurs of green and grey shrouded in the dark of the Autumn night sky.

The train doesn’t go all the way to Blackpool so they have to change at Preston, which Vanessa knows nothing about other than the fact it’s got a train station. The girls find the platform for their connecting train and mill about, stopping once to take photos with an adorable little Strictly fan who can’t be more than eight years old. Vanessa chats away with her way more than the other girls do because the little girl’s dark hair, nut brown skin and huge brown eyes make her miss her own little cousins back in Puerto Rico. She asks her about school, and if she dances, and what she wants to be when she grows up.

When the girl replies, “a dancer like you”, Vanessa almost tears up.

She tells her not to give up on her dreams- because it’s what eight year old her would’ve needed to hear- and then waves her and her Mum goodbye. By the time she’s finished chatting and she turns back around, Brooke is waiting for her with a little smile on her face.

“What? What’s that look for?” Vanessa laughs a little. She wants nothing more than to wrap her arms around Brooke’s waist in a hug but the platform is busy and the other girls could see them.

“Nothing. Just you’re really cute with kids.”

Vanessa smiles bashfully, looks to the ground. When she looks up again Brooke has come a little closer to her. Vanessa pouts as she very gently threads the tips of their fingers together, the closest they can come to holding hands in public.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now.”

“Let’s do it,” Brooke giggles quietly, a little sparkle in her eyes. “Let’s just start making out and watch how the girls react. Yvie would put it in one of her fucking vlogs.”

“Storytime- my Strictly co-stars just kissed?” Vanessa jokes, and Brooke wheezes a laugh which in turn makes the other girls turn round. Vanessa immediately drops their hands as Asia eyes them both with suspicion.

Brooke looks back at her and Vanessa can feel her pulse speed up at the adoration that’s in her eyes. “You look so good today, let me take a candid that’s not really a candid.”

“A plandid,” Vanessa shrugs back, then screws up her face. “I look like shit though. I sweated all my makeup off in rehearsal, my skin’s all dry from that train heater an’ I’m wearing sweatpants I’ve owned for six years.”

“Still cute though,” Brooke winks, and Vanessa tries to suppress a smile as she relents, shakes her hair out and looks down the platform. She’s surprised to find the train making its way up the tracks and after a second she leaps back, grabbing her suitcase and Brooke’s arm and yelling to the other girls.

It’s only when they’re on the train again when she gets an Instagram tag and realises that Brooke managed to take the photo, and she has to admit she doesn’t look too bad. She’s confused, though, when she sees what Brooke has captioned it.

bhytes: sls 🧡

Vanessa looks quickly at Brooke before tapping out a message to her.

V: what’s sls mean??? x

She watches Brooke’s reaction in real time as she receives the message. Her eyes widen a little and a pink blush appears on her cheeks, almost as if she’s been caught at something. Vanessa watches her fingers hover over the screen, typing against the air as she tries to figure out how to reply. Eventually, Vanessa’s phone buzzes again.

B: Oh I meant to type sis!!!! Silly typo x

Vanessa narrows her eyes- she’s not buying that for a second. Sure enough as she goes back to Brooke’s Instagram page there’s a small “Edited” beside her caption, and it now reads what Brooke had just told her she’d allegedly meant to type. Feeling a little guilty for snooping, Vanessa scrolls through the comments- there’s one from Yvie already, and another from Jackie, and some from Brooke’s friends and colleagues of course, but eventually she reaches the fans.

branjie2020: SHE EDITED IT IM-

strictlybranjie: Brooke we see u girl

brookelynnbites: not little mix secret love song…………

Intrigued, Vanessa looks up the lyrics and instantly she knows why Brooke had been shy with her. Now blushing herself, Vanessa puts her phone face down on the table and loses herself in thought. She thinks about the lyrics. Why can’t I say that I’m in love…it’s just a song, Brooke probably just meant the sentiment generally, but still. Vanessa can’t help but wonder if maybe they could make something of whatever it is that they are, a fling between two members of a TV show. Maybe they’ll be together when this is all over, and maybe…well. Vanessa hasn’t told anyone that she loves them like that since Kameron, and it would be a big deal if she said it to somebody else again. She’s not falling for Brooke yet; that would be ridiculous, especially given that they’ve not even so much as seen each other naked, but all Vanessa knows is that she really likes her, cares for her so much that it almost scares her, and whenever she’s around Vanessa feels as if she’s levitating.

Vanessa puts her jacket over her lap and wordlessly takes Brooke’s hand underneath it. She doesn’t miss the smile on Brooke’s face when she squeezes it reassuringly.

They all eventually reach Blackpool, the windy seaside weather and the sound of the seagulls greeting them as soon as they’re out of the train station. Their hotel isn’t far from the Tower Ballroom and Vanessa’s glad that they’re not staying at some run down B&B although the BBC, always eager to cut costs wherever they can, has booked them all in with each other in twin rooms. Vanessa isn’t mad about that. Admittedly after that moment they had in Brooke’s dressing room last Saturday she’s been thinking ever since about how she could engineer some form of sequel. She’s narrowed it down to finding an excuse to crawl into Brooke’s bed at night, bullshitting something about it being too cold in her own and how it would be so much warmer if they just slept together. That’s if she needs to be subtle, of course. Knowing how Brooke had practically slammed her against her dressing room door last week there’s probably not going to be much need for subtleties.

“I hope you don’t snore,” Brooke laughs, rolling her suitcase out of the lift and onto the carpet of the hotel corridors. Vanessa lets out an incredulous snort.

“Bitch! Do I seem like the kinda girl who snores? I’m insulted.”

“No, that’s true. I need to worry about you talking in your sleep instead. The loudest girl in the fucking cast,” Brooke laughs, Vanessa kicking a leg forward to knock Brooke’s suitcase off-balance as revenge. Even though it wobbles on its wheels, Brooke is undeterred. “I’m going to be trying to get to sleep and just as I think I’m drifting off all I’ll here is…AN’ FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!”

“Shut up,” Vanessa giggles, giving Brooke a push as they both arrive in front of the hotel room door. Brooke presses the key card to the pad and walks in first, and Vanessa is too busy struggling with her case to gauge her reaction at first. That is until Brooke turns around from the spot she’s rooted to in the middle of the room.

“Oh.”

Vanessa frowns. She doesn’t really know why Brooke’s grown so awkward and quiet all of a sudden until she takes three steps forward and can see their room properly.

‘Oh’ is right. Because there, in the middle of their room, is a double bed. No, not double. King-sized, a king-sized fucking bed that’s probably the size of a small country village and is just for the two of them. All Vanessa’s plans go out the window because this is…new, and unknown territory. A quick makeout session in Brooke’s dressing room is one thing but the two of them haven’t even stayed over at either of their flats yet, they’ve never shared a bed in any context before. Vanessa bites her lip.

“Well…” Brooke says finally, trails off. Vanessa realises that she’s not going to finish her sentence.

“Um. I can go down and get ‘em to change it?” she offers, regretting it as soon as she’s said it because despite it all being new territory she’s not exactly opposed to it.

“No! No, it’s fine,” Brooke says- a little too quickly, Vanessa thinks, which causes her to suppress a smirk and try not to let her thoughts get carried away. “I mean, we’re both adults, it’s fine. Plus it’ll probably be comfier, right?”

“Yeah. Sure, right,” Vanessa nods and agrees, trying not to seem too eager.

It’s late by that point, so the pair of them unpack, trying to chat easily but the elephant in the room shaped like a king-sized bed is still very much present. Vanessa showers before bed and changes into her pyjamas, a little embarrassed at how scruffy her small black cami top and mid-length bottoms are. When Brooke comes back from her own shower, though, already changed into her pyjama set, Vanessa’s mouth dries up. She’s dressed in a matching set made up of a little pink satin shirt and shorts, the black cording at the hem of which is only drawing Vanessa’s eyes to Brooke’s thighs and not at all helping the bed situation.

Brooke clearly sees her looking and raises an eyebrow. “Cute, right?”

Vanessa snaps out of her daze. “What?”

“The pyjamas. They’re from like…Asos or Missguided or something? One of them,” she replies, hopping into bed and under the covers on the other side. Vanessa inches away from her a little, careful not to make their bodies touch because this is different to dancing and it’s not as simple as just being able to wrap her body around Brooke’s or make some stupid move because there’s no performance high or adrenaline or alcohol, it’s just…them. The pair of them in the same bed with the silence of the room surrounding them and the dark of the night outside hidden from view by the blinds Vanessa pulled down. As Brooke gives her a quick kiss and leans over to her side of the bed to turn the light off, she gives a quick look back to Vanessa.

“Night, babe.”

Vanessa gives a small, nervous smile back as she says goodnight. They shuffle under the covers to get comfortable and the silence falls again. Vanessa should say something, do something, reach out and take Brooke’s hand or lean in again. But everything is new and different and the time just isn’t right and she has no idea if Brooke even wants to go there with her yet, so instead she closes her eyes and attempts to sleep.

But in the morning, things are different. The moment Vanessa stirs she can tell there’s something in the air. She blinks open her eyes, the sun peeking through the slats of the blinds already too bright. That’s not it, though. That’s not what’s different.

And then as she gains a little bit more consciousness it hits her like a ton of bricks.

Brooke’s leg is thrown over her thigh, her arm around her waist, and her body is pressed up against hers. Vanessa feels a little tingle flash between her legs. For one thing, it’s cute that Brooke’s sought Vanessa out to cuddle during the night- whether she was asleep or awake for that decision Vanessa doesn’t know, but it’s nice either way. But on the other hand, Brooke’s little satin shorts have risen up to expose most of her thigh, and it’s not helping Vanessa think rationally right now.

Slowly, Vanessa starts tracing soft patterns on Brooke’s arm in a bid to wake her up: little figures of eight, then her name, then love hearts because if Brooke’s asleep she can’t work out that that’s what they are. Brooke’s leg shifts against her, and Vanessa can feel a heat against her thigh which she can’t decide whether or not helps or worsens the situation she’s in. Just then, she feels Brooke’s thumb give a little movement, a small stroke against the skin of Vanessa’s stomach where her cami top has risen up during the night. When her thumb moves again, Vanessa knows she’s woken up.

Neither of them have spoken yet and Brooke’s still stroking at her stomach, so Vanessa shuffles back in her arms just in case she’s still half asleep. She hears Brooke give a stifled yawn on the pillow behind her, hears her breathing shallow out. She’s awake, so Vanessa can take things up a gear. She moves her fingers from her arm to Brooke’s thigh, keeping her touch light and gentle as she traces a little patch of skin just at the outside. She feels Brooke shift against her in response, tries not to think too much about her thighs or what’s in between them because she knows she’ll overwhelm herself, flip round to straddle her and end up begging her to make her come apart. This moment is good. It’s gentle and tense all at once, the pair of them just touching and teasing each other, a mutual understanding even though nothing’s been said. This is different to last night- there’s no awkwardness, there’s no tentativeness, there’s just Brooke’s body wrapped around Vanessa’s and there’s only so many places that situation can lead.

Vanessa feels Brooke press a small kiss to her shoulder blade and it makes her heart flutter, a hummingbird caged in her ribs. Brooke’s fingers trail a little higher to stroke under the material of her top and Vanessa feels herself melt. She wiggles in Brooke’s lap, knowing how it’ll drive her crazy given the amount of comments the girl’s made about how much she loves her ass and how completely obvious she’s made it. In response, Vanessa feels Brooke sigh against her neck, kissing it once, twice, three times.

Vanessa feels her resolve cracking so she traces a little higher on Brooke’s leg, decides to break the silence. She tries to keep the smirk out of her voice but it’s hard when Brooke bucks against her thigh again. “Good morning.”

Brooke gives a little whine against her neck which makes Vanessa press her thighs together, raising her own hips in an attempt to gain some sort of friction. “Morning.”

Vanessa presses her lips together in a suppressed smile, her next move falling into place in her head. “Y’know, I think I’m gonna get up an’ start gettin’ ready.”

“No,” Brooke whines, the arm around her waist pulling her closer, and Vanessa can hear the pout in her voice. She feels Brooke rub against her thigh again and it’s almost impeding her ability to think straight at this point.

She’s having fun winding her up though and she knows she’ll be able to have Brooke begging for her if she keeps it up, so she attempts to turn around a little to face her. She can’t really manage it, but she doesn’t mind too much. She just wants to see Brooke’s face when she delivers her next line, keeps her tone light and ever-so-slightly mocking. “Why not, boo?”

Vanessa decides to shuffle round, can hear Brooke whine in frustration now that she no longer has something to grind against. When she sees Brooke blushing, biting her lip with her hand now pressed between her thighs, it’s the hottest thing Vanessa has seen in probably years.

Brooke’s still not answered- instead she’s trying to shuffle close to Vanessa, presumably to kiss her, but Vanessa’s enjoying her moment of being in charge, so she lays her hand against Brooke’s chest to stop her and narrows her eyes. “Uh-uh. You gotta tell me why I shouldn’t leave this bed.”

Brooke only blushes harder, and Vanessa’s knocked for six. Brooke is actually shy. This confident, stone-cold goddess is getting embarrassed at the prospect of talking dirty to Vanessa in bed.

Vanessa’s brain is hotwiring.

“Don’t go quiet on me, princess,” Vanessa murmurs, bringing her other hand down to stroke at Brooke’s exposed skin again, this time against the visible strip of her inner thigh. “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“Please…kiss me, fuck-”

Brooke’s barely got the words out when Vanessa bridges the gap between them, meets Brooke’s lips with her own and kisses her softly and gently. She knows Brooke wants more, knows she’s getting herself worked up beside her but Vanessa’s enjoying having the power for now because knowing Brooke it won’t be long before she tries to take it back. When Vanessa pulls away Brooke is pouting, all disappointed that Vanessa’s lips are no longer on hers. Vanessa hears Brooke give a little gasp and then a whine as she takes her hand, the one Brooke’s grinding against, brings it out from between her thighs and places it by her side. There’s an unspoken rule between them that Brooke’s not allowed to replace it.

“Please, ‘Ness,” she pouts, and Vanessa would find it cute if her hands weren’t trailing up and down her waist. Brooke paws at her, needy and desperate, stops to rest her hands on her ass.

“You’re so polite. Such a good girl for me,” Vanessa praises her, kissing her pouty lips and delighting in the way Brooke moans against her. Vanessa strokes her hair with the hand she’s not propping herself up with and she can tell Brooke wants it somewhere else.

“Please,” Brooke says again, her eyelids heavy and her pupils blown. Vanessa feels herself give a small laugh.

“I don’t know what you want, baby.”

“You know what I want, fuck,” Brooke whines, her eyes fluttering closed. She thuds her head against the pillow in frustration, grabs at Vanessa’s ass in an attempt to pull her closer.

“You want me to touch you?” Vanessa murmurs, and Brooke nods her head frantically in response. She trails her hand down Brooke’s neck and down her chest, stops when she sees Brooke’s nipples poking through the satin fabric of her pyjama top. Vanessa bites her lip as she flicks her thumb against one, squeezes her thighs together for the hundredth time when she hears Brooke let out a moan. She teases her slowly and gently, can feel her own breathing deepening as Brooke writhes against the sheets. Brooke’s hand drifts from Vanessa’s ass to the waistband of her own shorts and Vanessa stops touching her, moving her hand to her wrist instead.

“You want me to just sit and watch you touch yourself? Sit here on the bed with you fuckin’ yourself with your fingers instead of letting me fuck you instead?” Vanessa asks her, making sure to keep a warning tone to her voice as she draws away. Brooke whines, instantly ripping her hand out from between her legs and pulling Vanessa close with it instead.

“No, baby, I’ll be good.”

“You gonna be good for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

Vanessa feels sorry for her at this point so she lies on her side against the mattress, tucks herself in beside Brooke and traces the skin just above the waistband of her shorts. Brooke is letting out a litany of whines as Vanessa inches her hand under the material, stops and presses a gentle finger against Brooke’s slit. Vanessa feels herself gasp as she feels how wet she is already, slick against her finger and dripping on the inside of her thighs.

“Fuck,” Vanessa whispers, leans in to kiss Brooke’s neck. She’s managed to find herself an actual Aphrodite and she’s never felt more religious in her life. She tilts her head as she slides a finger up to brush against Brooke’s clit, eliciting a gasp from Brooke who bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. “What would people say if they knew that Brooke Lynn Hytes, confident, boss-ass, sex-on-legs bitch, turns into a lil’ whiny, bratty, needy princess when she wants to come so badly?”

“Vanessa, please,” Brooke practically sobs in response. Her hips lift high off the mattress as Vanessa rubs little circles against her. Vanessa desperately wants to feel how wet she is again but she’s wondering if she can wind her up even more, so she moves her lips up to whisper in Brooke’s ear.

“Remember when I sent you that message by accident?” Vanessa asks, her voice a low murmur. Brooke hisses in response and Vanessa sees her grab a fistful of the duvet.

“Shit, you know I got myself off to the thought of you lying in bed all wet and needy after you had that dream,” Brooke gasps out, and Vanessa’s eyes fly open in shock. If Brooke didn’t have her knees bent and propped up then she would probably straddle her thigh and try to ride it until she came because God, the idea that Brooke touched herself thinking about her in the morning and then came into the studios and acted as if it had never happened with her afterwards is just too much. Almost as a reward for the information Brooke’s just given her, Vanessa slides a finger inside her and hears Brooke moan in response.

“Y’know you were the girl from the dream,” Vanessa drops her lips down to Brooke’s neck, kissing it hot and slow as she slides a second finger into Brooke and presses the rest of her hand gently against her clit. Brooke gives a gasp that’s almost sacrilegious.

Brooke is writhing beside her, frantic and desperate and frustrated and Jesus fucking Christ if Vanessa couldn’t just come from the sight of that alone. “Tell me. Tell me what happened.”

So Vanessa whispers in Brooke’s ear about how she’d kissed her, how Brooke had told her how much she’d wanted her, how Vanessa had begged her to touch her and how Brooke had got her off through her underwear, and she hears Brooke gasp and moan and whine in response to each new revelation. Vanessa fucks her gently with her fingers and Brooke is so wet around her that it’s sending her into a frenzy herself. Suddenly, Vanessa has an idea.

“And you told me you thought I would taste good,” Vanessa tells her, tipping her head up a little to gauge Brooke’s reaction.

“Fuck…want to taste you so bad,” Brooke pleads.

All her shyness seems to be gone now that she’s riding Vanessa’s fingers desperately, and even though Vanessa thought shy Brooke was cute, this version of Brooke- the Brooke that knows what she wants, the Brooke that’s loud and vocal and messy- is her favourite. Vanessa gently removes her hand from between Brooke’s legs, ignoring the nearly apocalyptic whine Brooke lets out in response to the lack of contact, and takes Brooke’s hand from where it’s still digging into the duvet. Vanessa shifts a little, spreads her own legs as she guides Brooke’s hand between them, and her heart is almost beating out of her chest as Brooke eagerly brushes two fingers over her, hears her gasp as her fingers slide up her slit easily from how wet she is.

Brooke’s fingers feel like heaven as they push softly inside her, pumping gently, and Vanessa’s moan is cut off by Brooke’s lips against hers. Brooke’s kisses are slow and wet and she teases Vanessa’s tongue with her own as Vanessa bucks her hips underneath her. For a moment, her plan to make Brooke come is thrown into disarray as she thinks maybe she could just lie here and let Brooke tease her and finger her until she does instead.

“Oh my fuckin’ God you feel so good,” Vanessa whispers out in one breath, the way she sounds so broken already making her blush and bite her lip. Brooke’s gaze is dark- she’s watching the way Vanessa bucks her hips up to meet her fingers as they slide out of her, greedy and desperate just like Brooke had been.

“So wet and I never even touched you,” Brooke whispers, the little bit of awe in her voice sending Vanessa into the stratosphere. “You got this worked up over me?”

“You should see how good you look when you wanna come so bad,” Vanessa murmurs back, turning to watch as Brooke takes her fingers and wraps her lips around them, slides them into her mouth and sucks on them.

Every single time Brooke does something new Vanessa thinks it’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen, so the fact that Brooke’s no longer touching her isn’t helping at all. Brooke’s a goddess though and she wants to worship her properly so Vanessa leans over her, doesn’t even bother trying to manoeuvre around the waistband of Brooke’s shorts this time and instead just trails her fingers up Brooke’s inner thigh, moves the material to one side and teases her again with her fingers. She rubs gently against Brooke’s clit and can hear her breathing coming in short gasps, knows she’s close so Vanessa kisses her, deep and fiery and hot, then murmurs against her lips as Brooke’s hisses and whines get increasingly louder.

“You know once you come I’m gonna let you do whatever you want to me.”

Brooke gasps and Vanessa watches her eyes roll back into their sockets. “Fuck, I’m gonna get you back for teasing me so fucking bad you won’t be able to sit right for a week never mind fucking dance- ah!”

Brooke’s reacted to Vanessa pulling her hand away. Vanessa’s making sure her eyes are dark, giving Brooke a warning. “Is that trash talk, or are you gonna be good for me?”

“Please, Vanessa!” Brooke nearly yells into the room, and Vanessa thinks that perhaps she’s put the poor girl through enough so she replaces her fingers, works Brooke’s clit until she’s gasping beside her, little shudders racking her body.

“‘Ness, I’m gonna- ah!”

As Brooke comes, Vanessa crashes their lips together, and the sound of Brooke’s muffled whines gives her a better high than any drug ever could. When she’s sure Brooke’s finished Vanessa leans back against the mattress, exhausted. Her left side is practically numb from propping herself up, her neck is tense and her right hand is aching but fuck if that hadn’t been the best sex of Vanessa’s life and she hasn’t even come yet.

“You good?” Vanessa asks Brooke once she’s got her breath back. Brooke is on her back, her eyes wide and staring up to the ceiling, her hair plastered all over her face and her chest shiny with sweat. Vanessa watches as she moves her mouth once, twice, trying to come up with something to say and failing.

“I don’t have any words,” she finally says, and Vanessa bursts out laughing beside her. Brooke giggles, then suddenly scowls, reaches behind her head for her pillow and thumps Vanessa with it.

“Hey! What the fuck was that for?”

“You were so mean!” Brooke half-pouts, half-laughs and she leans over Vanessa, cages her in with her arms. Even after sex she still looks incredible in her pyjamas, and Vanessa finds herself rubbing her thighs together, trying and failing to find something to rut against. Brooke obviously notices this and Vanessa watches the little flash in her eyes as she grabs Vanessa’s wrists, pins them above her head in one swift motion.

Vanessa almost dissolves.

“You know I’m used to being in charge, right? That was very out of character for me,” Brooke cocks an eyebrow at her. Vanessa smirks back at her, anticipation building low in her stomach at the thought of Brooke bossing her around and roughing her up a little.

“Well then maybe you need to put me in my place.”

When Brooke straddles her, leans down and meets her lips in a kiss, Vanessa feels as if she’s made entirely of embers and flames. She pulls away and Vanessa realises that she’s tugging her pyjama bottoms off so Vanessa brings her knees up to her chest to help make things easier. Once they’re off Vanessa’s heart crashes against her ribcage as Brooke takes her legs and spreads them apart quickly, her palms holding Vanessa’s thighs down. As Brooke leans between her thighs Vanessa tangles one hand in her hair, her heart rate rising in anticipation as she feels herself throb. She waits for the contact of Brooke’s tongue, tipping her head back against the pillow.

It doesn’t come. Instead, she hears Brooke’s voice.

“You know, maybe I’m tired now after you played with me so much earlier. Maybe I just need to go back to sleep.”

Vanessa brings her head back up in shock and looks at Brooke’s face. She’s got a glint in her eye and a smug smile on her lips and Vanessa has never wanted to kiss the smirk off her face more. As much as she thinks the girl is a goddess, there’s no way she’s giving her what she wants that easily. “Uh-uh. I ain’t beggin’ you, Brooke.”

Brooke raises her eyebrows lazily, lightly scratches her nails down the insides of Vanessa’s thighs and in turn making her rapidly regret her last comment because she knows she’s going to be yelling Brooke’s name in probably a matter of minutes once she puts her mouth on her. “That’s some awfully big talk from someone who moments ago was trying to grind against air.”

“But I know you wanna feel how wet I am an’ hear what I sound like when I’m about to come,” Vanessa whispers, bucking her hips up because Brooke’s touching every little bit of her except the place she needs the contact most and it’s starting to kill her very slowly. “You want me ridin’ your face.”

Vanessa sees Brooke blink slowly, the composure and power she’s just built up wavering just a little. Then she makes eye contact again, presses kisses up Vanessa’s inner thigh that make her feel as if she’s burning up.

“Yeah,” Brooke murmurs against Vanessa’s skin, punctuating her sentence with kisses. “But I also know that I want to hear you beg me for it, and you’re not going to come until you ask me nicely.”

“Fuck,” Vanessa whines, letting her head thud against the pillow. She regrets teasing Brooke so badly. Actually she doesn’t at all, but her behaviour is coming back to bite her and it’s not fun. She’s shocked into a gasp as Brooke licks up her slit, the contact gone almost as soon as it’s there. “Brooke, baby, c’mon, this ain’t fair.”

“Is it not? I think it’s perfectly fair,” Brooke laughs softly and traces patterns into her inner thighs that make Vanessa want to scream. “I had to be a good girl for you, now you have to be one for me.”

“Honestly you could be doing whatever you want to me right now an’ all you want is for me to say fuckin’ please?” Vanessa hisses, frustrated and incredulous and ready to fucking explode.

“I want you to be good for me. Good girls use their manners.”

As if to drive her point home Brooke kisses up her thigh and then licks against her again, too much and not enough all at once. Vanessa needs Brooke’s mouth and her tongue and her lips and so her resolve cracks all too quickly like a sheet of ice.

“Okay, okay, okay, God fucking damn it…please, Brooke.”

“Can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” Brooke replies instantly. The bitch is using Vanessa’s own words against her for her own gain and it’s infuriating Vanessa as she bucks her hips in the air, writhes against the mattress.

“Want you to use your mouth, fuck, please.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

All at once Vanessa feels as if she’s been shot out of a cannon because when Brooke’s tongue finally licks at her clit slowly and gently Vanessa thinks she’s ascending to heaven at about a million miles per hour. When Vanessa brings her hand back to tangle in Brooke’s hair, Brooke takes her wrist and holds it down with one hand, putting her even more in control. Vanessa can still use her hips though and she does exactly what she said she was going to do- rides Brooke’s face as her tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge and makes her even more wet than she’d been in the first place. Vanessa would probably feel embarrassed at how much she’s writhing and whining and moaning underneath Brooke if her mouth didn’t feel so fucking perfect, and with every flick and swirl of her tongue Vanessa feels more and more like a raging fire that needs to be put out.

“Brooke Lynn, fuck, you’re gonna make me fuckin’-”

Brooke’s nails dig into her thighs as Vanessa comes with a loud cry, the blaze burning her up finally extinguished. Vanessa sinks back into the pillows and Brooke simply relaxes with her head against Vanessa’s stomach. It makes her wish that they could just spend all day in their hotel room and learn each other’s bodies, figure out everything the other likes in the space of a single day.

“Wish we didn’t have to get up,” Brooke sighs against her skin, presses a kiss to her stomach which makes it flutter. Vanessa smiles lazily, laces their fingers together which makes Brooke smile in turn. Brooke’s voice is soft as she keeps talking. “So was that, um…good? For you?”

Vanessa starts giggling, gives Brooke a gentle kick with her foot. “Jesus, dare you to sound any more like a 19 year old boy who just lost his virginity.”

Brooke gives an offended cry, plants her lips to Vanessa’s stomach and blows a giant raspberry against her skin that makes her howl with laughter and curl in on herself like a woodlouse.

Vanessa fights through her laughter. “Oh my God okay, okay! I’m sorry. Of course it was good, fuckin’ amazing. The whole fuckin’ buildin’ prolly knows how good it was, think I damn near yelled the place down.”

“Not entirely great for the whole keeping-us-on-the-down-low thing, though.”

“I guess you’d know, havin’ just spent a decent amount of time on the down low,” Vanessa wiggles her eyebrows and causes Brooke to yelp a laugh.

Charmed by the other woman’s reaction, Vanessa gently slides herself out from underneath her and steals the duvet to wrap around herself as she crosses the short distance to the window and pulls the string on the blinds to open them up. She smiles as she’s greeted by the seafront view: the sea icy but blue under the sunny November sky, the golden sand of the beach, the little rattle of the tram that’s making its way along the waterfront. The smile is still on Vanessa’s face as she turns to take in the sight of Brooke still splayed out on the mattress. She’s got that post-sex glow with the light hitting her toned skin and her hair all messed up around her face like a scribble of a halo.

Vanessa feels a tug on her heart, a longing even though she knows Brooke is hers.

“Welcome to Blackpool, baby. Let’s get those tens.”

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #bet you look good on the dancefloor #strictly au #lesbian au #smut #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #akeria davenport #asia o'hara

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