#all I know is that when she yelled MIERDA I felt that

[the-blossica-fan]

Idk what it is, but here's something funny to imagine:

Lopera with a Scottish accent 😭

I have only heard a Scottish accent once. What are you doing 😭😭

What is your brain?!

THEY'RE TAKING THE COLOMBIAN FROM ME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tbf I love the way Lopera speaks but it would be so funny for her to have a Scottish accent but SO exaggerated it's funny

[wileys-russo]

off limits (7) II a.putellas x león!reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six

off limits (7) II a.putellas x león!reader

you blinked tiredly as suddenly you were whisked away from the blissful world of your dreams and slammed back into reality, the shrill blare of your alarm causing you to let out a tired groan.

hand smacking around trying to tap snooze you swore loudly and jolted even further awake as you caught your knuckles on the corner of the nightstand.

sitting up with an annoyed huff you grabbed your phone and pressed stop on the glaringly obnoxious alarm, dropping it in your lap and rubbing your face tiredly.

noticing the time and knowing when your plane was you knew if you wanted to shower and not be rushed you should get up now.

however with barcelona being unusually grey and overcast you found sleep was calling you for just a little longer, so you set an alarm for in a half hour and dropped your head back to your pillow with a thud.

you awoke with a startle what only felt like minutes later to a noise you assumed was your alarm, reaching out and smacking your phone screen tiredly, pulling yourself up to rest on your elbows when the insistent ringing continued.

with a roll of your eyes realising it was a phone call you settled back into bed and brought the device to your ear.

"hola?" you yawned, wincing as alba excitedly yelled back that they were downstairs. "now?" you realised after a beat of silence, ripping the covers off and checking the time, realizing your alarm hadn't gone off and you'd oh so stupidly set it for PM instead of AM.

"noo tomorrow chica!" the girls voice dripped with sarcasm, though hearing you unable to stifle a yawn another beat of silence passed.

"you are ready, si?" alba's tone suddenly became much more serious and you could only imagine the way her eyebrows would furror in annoyance just like alexia's would

"...ten minutes?" you questioned sheepishly, wincing as a string of angry spanish hit you like a wall. "mierda! we will cancel this uber and come up and order another one once you're ready then. apresúrate idiot!" the younger putellas huffed as you agreed and apologized.

"wait, alba who is we?" you clocked her choice of words, not given an answer as the line beeped signalling she'd hung up on you. with a shrug assuming you must have misheard you leapt out of bed and rushed around pulling on clothes, grateful you'd at least finished packing last night.

not even two minutes later and your intercom buzzed as you hopped over to it, punching in the code and letting alba up as you fought to tug on a pair of shorts without falling to the floor, startled by harsh knocks at your door.

"i'm coming i'm coming joder!" you groaned as the knocks continued impatiently, clumsily buttoning up the jean shorts and stumbling to the door, throwing it open and ducking your head to pull your hair up into a messy bun, failing to notice two pairs of shoes standing in wait for you.

"i told you what time we would be here!" alba huffed, shoving past you as you lost your footing and almost went tumbling down, an all too familiar set of hands steadying you.

you glanced up with wide eyes to meet those you knew all too well, her chocolate brown orbs clouded with something you couldn't quite put your finger on as she quietly murmured good morning and let go of you, hovering by the door.

"the uber is waiting downstairs! five minutes or alexia will carry you down there herself." alba warned as she hauled your suitcase with her, missing the way both you and your ex girlfriend cringed a little at her words.

"i thought you were ordering a new-" you started but the slam of your front door abruptly cut you off, leaving you and alexia alone as you avoided her eyes, scrambling off into your room and leaving her behind to her own devices.

alexia's eyebrows curled into a frown as she shoved her hands into her pockets, gaze roaming the apartment which had once seemed so familiar and warm, now feeling foreign and cold as she mentally took note of all the changes.

the guilt settled once more in her stomach as the reality of the last time she'd been here sank in, her heart aching a little to see almost every remainer of your time together was merely wiped away.

the polaroids of the two of you which littered your fridge, gone. though she knew you only put them out when she was coming over, your relationship a secret to anyone outside your little bubble of love.

the snow globes she'd brought you back from the world cup which normally sat proudly on the mantle, gone. you'd also rearranged your furniture which she had a sneaky suspicion would have been ingrids idea, the girl forever going on about the energy of rooms.

but what alexia wasn't to know was all the knick knacks, souvienners, photos, anything that reminded you of her was stored safely in a box under your bed. you'd gotten that box out far more often than you cared to admit, pawning through its contents with the upmost care.

you some days wanted nothing more than to destroy its contents, one final fuck you to the relationship alexia had seemingly thrown away without a care.

head ablaze with thoughts you often flicked a lighter on and off in your hand, conveniently one alexia had gotten from you during an away game in madrid where you'd tweaked your ankle and weren't able to play or travel with the team.

but you could never ever actually bring yourself to do any sort of harm to the box and its contents, so you'd shed a few tears and wordlessly slip it back under your bed, like clockwork.

out of sight but never out of mind.

you expected her to just wait silently by the front door where alba had left her, so your body locked up in surprise as strong tanned arms wound round your torso, her footsteps so quiet you'd not even heard her approach.

"i did wonder where that hoodie went." she murmured quietly as you glanced down to realise the hoodie you'd thrown on in your haste was indeed hers, an old favourite you'd been meaning to give back but again you just couldn't seem to muster up the courage despite how much some days your heart burned with hatred for her.

"alexia." you warned with a sigh, your hands on top of hers trying to gently pull them away as she only clung on tighter. "we can't." you empasized, squeezing your eyes shut.

"but-"

"no. ale the other night was a mistake, por favor i was not thinking right and i should not have agreed to go home with you." you mumbled, her arms disappearing now as you span around to look up at her with soft apologetic eyes.

"i asked you if you wanted to many times, and you still said yes. then we slept together and i thought you stayed the night but i woke up to an empty bed and i had to wonder if it was all some sort of dream, maybe even a nightmare." the older girls eyes flashed with hurt as you winced slightly.

"i know. but i was upset, you were upset, i'd just told you i was going to retire and i was in a really weird state of mind and-" "did it not mean anything to you, nothing at all?"

your stomach dropped at the way her voice was so stripped back, cut raw and barely above a whisper as she picked at a loose thread on her pants, pretending like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"alexia please, can we not do this now? we're about to be stuck together for days and i don't want our drama to cause any problems with the group." you pleaded, swallowing the words on the tip of your tongue.

"our drama?" her voice echoed after you as you wandered into your closet, stripping yourself of her hoodie and tugging on a sweatshirt of your own. "you know what i mean." you sighed, pushing her hoodie into her hands and grabbing your carry on, making a beeline for the door.

"can we just pretend it never happened? please. i'm sorry but it was a mistake alexia." "fine, like it never happened."

the ride down in the elevator together was painfully quiet, alexia looking like she wanted to say something but using all her will not to.

thankfully in the car you had alba who didn't shut up the entire ride to the airport, alexia sat up front lost in her thoughts as the younger putellas talked your ear off.

"i didn't know jenni was coming." you mumbled to alba with a frown spotting the taller girl laughing with the group of your national team mates.

but if alba heard you she made no move to acknowledge it, slinging an arm over your shoulders and marching you toward the girls as alexia trailed behind.

you felt a strange feeling settle over you as jenni embraced alexia and kissed both her cheeks, but you knew jenni had always been like that and that she had a girlfriend of her own anyway, and you had no right over whatever alexia decided to do now.

you'd never actually seen jenni as a threat before now and you weren't sure what changed, the two of you had always gotten along well.

so trying to swallow the strange feelings and push them as far down as you could, you moved forward. it was made easier by the fact the tall spaniard was so easy to get along with, spinning you around in a tight hug not having seen you since she'd left barcelona and you stepped down from the national team.

unknown to you it was now alexia who was fighting the bitter jealousy bubbling up in her throat watching the little reuinion, clenching her jaw and turning away.

the plane you thought might be a reprise from the awkward tension of being around your ex girlfriend and her ex girlfriend who was seeming quite touchy with both of you, though of course neither of you were going to communicate the issues you were feeling even if they were the exact same.

jealousy.

but the plane was no reprise at all as of course alba all but shoved you into a seat which was right next to alexia, sandwiching you in between the two of them as you silently screamed, sending the taller girl a tight lipped smile which she returned.

you felt relief when laia, misa and jenni sat the row in front, engaging the three of you in conversation for most of the flight meaning you weren't subjected to any small talk with alexia who you assumed would still likely be feeling the sting of your rejection from this morning.

however nothing seemed to deter alba who very clearly had an agenda that didn't align with your own as exactly alike the flight you found yourself shoved into a seat next to alexia in the small van that picked all of you up from the airport to take you to the house you'd all booked.

"switch with me!" you mouthed and glared at the girl who slid into the seat next to ona in the row across from you who pretended she couldn't lip read, shrugging in fake confusion and turning to make conversation.

you snuck a glance to the older girl beside you whose attention was fixated out the window and away from you, both of you clearly trying not to touch one another as you leant your shoulders away as if you'd burn each other at a simple nudge or bump.

still a little tired from your sudden wake up call this morning you allowed the hum of chatter from your friends around you and the bouncing around of the van lull you into a much needed nap, slipping your sunglasses down over your eyes to hide the fact.

you blinked a few times as you felt your body shake side to side gently. "hey." you lifted your head and pushed your sunglasses up and off your nose, rubbing your eyes.

"bon dia, we're here." you glanced to meet alexia's amused smile, though as soon as your eyes met hers it slipped away and was replaced with a much more stoic look as she nodded for you to stand.

filing off the van you stumbled as a body crashed into yours almost taking you to the ground with them. "misa!" you huffed shoving her away with a roll of your eyes as she grinned and grabbed your bag for you.

"that was for that stupid goal!" she was now the one to roll her eyes as your lips curled into a grin and you allowed her arm to slip over your shoulders and pull you toward the house with her.

"that goal was earned, completely fair and legal." you laughed in response to the recent el classico where you'd chipped a goal over her head as she'd rushed out to collect it.

"maybe, but still very embarrassing." the keeper sighed before shoving you away from her as you continued to laugh, the two of you falling easily into conversation as you walked side by side, the taller girl still carrying your bag for you.

"that would be cute." alexia glanced up as jenni appeared next to her, suggestive grin plastered to her face as the catalan only shrugged, trying to swallow the jealousy which clawed at her throat at the sight of you laughing and messing about with misa a few metes in front.

the way you used to be with her, before she had to go and mess everything up.

"whats wrong chica? your face is so long it is hitting the ground." jenni nudged her again, raising an eyebrow as alexia brushed it off and mumbled she was fine, jenni dropping it for now with a hum of disbelief.

thankfully when it came to room arrangements it was pairs and you grabbed alba before she could utter a word, dragging her to the first room you could find and shoving her inside, kicking the door shut.

"what are you up to?" you asked her straight away with an accusatory finger pointed in her direction. "amiga, nothing!" the younger putellas shrugged with her hands raised, claiming one of the beds and sitting on the edge.

"alba." you warned, crossing your arms and scowling, knowing too well she clearly had some sort of agenda. "you and misa used to date, no?" the brunette asked, catching you off guard as you gave her a look.

"no? we hooked up once after the euros, we were just happy from the win and very drunk, it meant nothing and we never felt the need to speak about it again. we’re just friends, always have been.” you answered her after she repeated the question. "you know, sort of like you and my sister!" you reminded, speaking a little too loudly as the girl moved to crash tackle you.

"mierda shut up! nobody knows about that and its going to stay that way!" alba grunted as the two of you rolled around smacking and pinching one another like children.

the door opened and a few of the girls spilled in, a horde of spanish chatter filling the room and you groaned as they joined in piling on top of you, a flurry of limbs and hair and laughter.

"chicas! happy hour, vamos!" jenni sauntered in next with a bottle of tequila in hand and you could finally breathe as the pile of bodies on top of you began to depart.

"off!" you wheezed, pushing aitana and alba off last as the two collapsed into giggles either side of you. "that was nearly worse than the euros." you struggled to catch your breath, having scored the winning goal and having half your team jump on top of you had dampened the moment.

"probably less sweaty." "much less sweaty!"

~

the first couple of days passed by without too many issues, you steered clear of alexia as much as you could and she did the same, despite alba's best efforts to force the two of you into unconventional situations which she seemed to have roped aitana and ona into helping much.

though once half the group left to spend a little time with family before club training resumed, it became a little harder to avoid one another.

laid down on a boat in the middle of the ocean you knew you should be at your most relaxed. the drinks were flowing, the sun was shining, the water was crystal clear blue and the weight had been partially lifted from your shoulders as you knew for now what the immediate future held.

or so you thought.

starting to feel the heat prickle at your skin you shifted, beads of sweat dotting your brow as you pushed your sunglasses up and rested on your elbows, surveying the small group laid about on the deck.

"ey, swim?" you nudged aitana beside you who groaned and swatted you away, alba beside her giving you a thumbs down making you chuckle. accepting your solo fate you dropped your sunglasses onto your towel and stood properly and wandered toward the swim deck, diving off into the water, leaving your friends behind you.

surfacing you exhaled and trod water for a minute, watching the blurry figures of people jumping off the cliffs a few hundred metres away.

your skin prickling with goosebumps you dove back under one more time and swam your way over to the small swim deck just beneath the boat, pulling yourself up to sit with your feet still dangling in the water.

leaning back on your hands you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. "hola." you jumped at the unexpected voice, not having heard anyone else join you as your eyes snapped open and alexia pulled herself up to sit a healthy distance away from you.

"hola." you murmured back, looking back toward the cliffs as a silence settled between you both, the only sound the distance chatter of your friends above you.

"will we always be like this?" you turned your head at that, frowning a little. "like what?" you dared to question, admittedly a little worried for what the answer might be. "pretending the other does not exist." there was a tiny smile behind her words, both of you clearly picking up on one anothers intention.

"or like you hate me." the smile dissapeared for that sentence and you sighed, kicking your legs back and forth. "i don't. i could never hate you alexia, i told you that already." you sighed, looking right at her as now she avoided your eyes, kicking her own legs in the water with a hum.

"can we try to be friends? we used to be, before...everything." the blonde questioned still refusing to meet your eye. "yeah, i'd like that." you answered, not really giving yourself another moment to overthink it and what that might mean.

~

turns out, it was a little easier than you thought.

you stopped avoiding alexia like she had some sort of disease and she did the same, you'd talk sometimes, normally in a group setting to ease the awkwardness of this new adjustment.

alba, ona and aitana somehow only took this as more of a green light to continue with their agenda of forcing you and alexia into increasingly awkward situations.

the most recent of which was alba 'accidentally' passing out in alexia's bed so she had to stay in alba's which was of course two metres across the room from you, that was quite the rude shock for you to wake up to that next morning.

and now you found yourself packed into a club, having had three or five too many shots forced down you and the room a little hazy as you sat back down with another drink thrust into your hand.

"hola amiga." misa chuckled as you sagged into her, sipping from your glass with a hum. "you two look cosy." jenni grinned over the top of her own drink, wiggling her eyebrows as the two of you gave her a strange look and ignored her comments.

you failed to miss a stone cold sober alexia staring at you from the other end of the table, an unreadable look on her face but clear disdain in her eyes at the way you seemed far too comfortable with the goalkeeper beside you.

luckily she didn't have to simmer for long as you were whisked away by your friends onto the dance floor, jenni grabbing a very reluctant alexia next ignoring her protests with an iron clad hold on your wrist, laia in tow pushing her from behind narrowing her chance of escape.

though you were clearly anything but sober it didn't take you long to catch onto yet another one of alba's schemes as she pulled you in for a dance, her hands a little more touchy than usual.

"are you trying to use yourself to make your sister jealous?" you asked her quietly as she ground into you, shoving her away slightly with a raised eyebrow. "no! i can't dance with you now?" alba laughed but you didn't miss the way her eyes flickered over your shoulder to clearly check if alexia was watching.

she was, of course.

the girl in question was trying desperately to contain the burning in her chest and the longing that she wanted to dance with you again. not with her other friends who spun her around and teased her that she wouldn't die if she smiled and pretended like she was having a good time.

grabbing alba you dragged her off to the side ignoring her tipsy whines as you found a semi quiet corner of the club. "stop alba!" you warned as the girl leant into the wall and gave you a confused look.

"stop what amiga?" she smiled innocently as you rolled your eyes. "you know what, we broke up alba and its staying that way. we are trying to be friends and you are making it impossible with all these awkward attempts to force us back together, so stop!" you warned again, tone much more serious as alba now rolled her eyes.

"you and alexia cannot just be friends." alba laughed, the tequila speaking more than she really was as you scoffed. "why not? lots of exes are friends." you argued, a slight slur to your own words as your drinks started to kick in.

"no they are not. you and alexia will not stay friends, i see the way she looks at you and the way you look at her. you still love her hermosa, so go and get her!" alba grabbed your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks in her fingers.

"of course i still love her but its not that simple-" "what do you love about her hm?" "albs thats not what i-" "go on! why do you still love her?" "well you don't just fall out of love with someone when you feel like you have no choice in the break up. but she left me alba, and that hurts!" you sighed, downing the rest of your drink.

"you still love me?" your head whipped around at that and your eyes widened, alba mumbling something and darting away before you could strangle her.

"can we talk outside? please?" alexia asked, eyes pleading as you hesitated but gave in with a nod, following her outside and away from the club, pausing to get stamps on your hand from the bouncer so you could get back in later.

"you wanted to talk?" you chuckled as an awkward silence fell between you two once you'd wandered a little further away, sitting down together on a table from a cafe which was long closed.

"why are we broken up?" alexia asked, neither one of you facing each other. "you know why alexia, we had the whole conversation last week. cried and hugged and then slept together, remember!" you replied rather bluntly, the buzz from the alcohol still present.

"si and then you left, without a word." alexia added on. "si because like you just said, we are broken up." "but why are we broken up?" "alexia we just-"

"no. i mean why are we broken up? i love you cariño, and you love me. i know i made a huge mistake but i don't know how else to apologize for it without a second chance to prove it." you could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of your head as you sighed again.

"alexia we just agreed we would try to be friends again, literally a few days ago!" you massaged your temple already feeling a headache coming on.

"i know but i do not want to be your friend. i want more and i know you do too and you are scared, and that is understandable but nothing worth doing is ever easy." the blonde pushed, grabbing your hands, a little surprised when you allowed her to and actually met her gaze.

"i am still retiring and i am still leaving to work for the UN in that program ale, nothing will change my mind." you stated firmly, heartbeat accelerating.

"i am not trying to change your mind amor. i want you to go, i know what it means to you and i know that you need to do this, for you." she promised, squeezing your hands gently.

"i know you will be gone for six months but planes exist, i will have breaks between games, i will make time for you. you wanted time to find peace with us, to work out how to fix things and how to go back to how we were, this could be that time and that space. but i promise you mi amor am not going anywhere while you take that time and do what you need to. i will be here when you leave and i will be here when you come back, and i will still love you every single moment in between that."

you struggled to come up with a reason to fight her on this, a reason not to crumble and fall right back into things with her like you never stopped.

her eyes bore into yours and you felt yourself slip closer and closer to the edge, your feet slipping and sliding as your legs took their own course and the ground seemed to shift only pushing you nearer and nearer to the inevitable, and then you fell.

the way her lips pressed against yours was different than the rushed messy kisses after you'd poured your hearts out to one another on the physio bench, where it seemed those were trying to scramble and rush to make up for time lost, as if deep down you both knew this was a mistake and that it could be the last time you ever really had with one another.

but this kiss was different.

your hand moved to gently clasp her cheek as her own fell to your shoulder and your hip, pulling your body flush into hers as you melted into one another.

she kissed you like time stood still at her command, lips soft and warm and welcoming, her touch tender and yet still cautious as if you could crack and smash if she pushed just a fraction too hard.

you could never deny the way she made you feel just so entirely wrapped up in love with just a simple kiss, how your head spun like a wheel and your heart swelled in your chest like someone was pumping air into it.

despite the alcohol in your bloodstream the way your head felt light and tingly was a different sort of drunk, and the way you chased after her lips again as she started to pull away just hit the nail further into the coffin that you were truly addicted to the way they tasted and felt against yours.

eventually you both allowed one another a moment to collect your thoughts, foreheads pressed together and chests heaving to catch your breath, pulled out of your lovesick haze by a rogue wolf whistle from a drunken party goer across the street.

"i love you too."

~

nine months later

"and you fly in tomorrow?" "si." "and you will text me as you are leaving and when you land?" "si." "and mami and i will come and get you from the airport?" "si." "and you are all packed?" "si." "you are feeling okay hermanita, about coming home again?" "si." you rolled your eyes at your sisters never ending prompting. "are you saying yes to everything she is asking to shut her up?" "ingrid!" "what? she is not a performing monkey maría she is probably exhausted and sad and a little stressed about coming home, and you have already asked her these things one hundred times!" "whose side are you on here? you are worried too!"

"maría do you remember how you once asked me why i spent more time with you once you started seeing ingrid? and if it was because i felt uh what was it? oh yes! jealous that someone else was 'stealing your time away from me'." you smiled, shuffling your phone to your other ear as your sister scoffed. "...i do not recall that." she mumbled. "well to answer your question i started spending more time with you once you started seeing ingrid because i wanted to spend more time with ingrid, not you!" at that you heard a roar of laughter from the norweigein and your sister and her girlfriend start bickering as the grin on your face grew, quickly muting your phone as a flight was called.

"okay love birds i will see you tomorrow. te amo mucho hermana, adios!" with that you clicked end call, cutting off your sister mid sentence and sighing in relief as your bag finally appeared on the luggage carousel.

your phone vibrating in your hand you chuckled seeing it was a message from ingrid informing she would wait until tomorrow morning to inform your sister you were in fact already home, having conferred with the older girl from the very moment you'd created this plan.

finally making your way through customs you exhaled deeply as you dragged your suitcase out into the arrivals lounge, already knowing where you needed to head as you pulled away from the hustle and bustle of reunions, tears, hugs and prying eyes.

double checking you were going the right way you pushed your sunglasses down over your eyes and grinned feeling the warm barcelona sunshine bathe your face.

you swore to yourself as your suitcase wheel broke, huffing and dragging it the rest of the way along the crossing and into the carpark.

"dios mio! so much luggage, someone might think you have been away for a long time."

the suitcase fell to the ground as you turned around, meeting her twinkling eyes and amused smile as she spun her keys around on her pointer finger, head mostly covered by her hood as she pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead.

"mm i have been on a grand adventure. i am actually waiting for my girlfriend to pick me up, she has been so miserable while i was away, praying each and every day for my safe return." you met her smile with one of your own as the blonde hummed, stopping right in front of you still spinning her keys around.

"you must be a special girl to have someone so hung up on you. funny because i am actually here to pick up my girlfriend who has been away for many months, who i have not visited, kissed, seen or touched in nearly..." she held up a finger and glanced to the watch on her wrist.

"...60 days. so 1460 hours which means 876000 minutes." the taller girl grinned, catching her keys in her palm and within milliseconds her hands landed on your hips and pulled you into a bone crushing hug as you deeply inhaled the forever familiar scent of her favourite perfume.

"make that zero days, zero hours, zero minutes and zero seconds." you whispered in her ear, her forehead pressing against yours as the two of you held one anothers embrace. "still far too long princessa, still far too long." she mumbled, having come and seen you as often as she could while you'd been away.

though the distance was hard it did allow you the time you needed to work through your thoughts, and on her third time visiting you'd made things official once again.

but the bigger picture was that it had allowed your heart and your happiness time to find purpose in something else, and so now you'd returned to barcelona with a new outlook on life and a weight lifted from your shoulders so immense you could have sworn you'd grown an inch or two without its stress.

you realised as much as you loved learning, you had quite the passion for teaching and helping and spreading that joy of learning, and so halfway through your program you'd enrolled to start university back in spain to become a teacher.

some of the coaching staff from barca had reached out to see if you'd be interested in some part time work with the junior academy, cautious in their approach not to push you back into anything to do with football too soon, but also with alexia breathing down their neck for an answer.

you'd agreed, explaining that you still loved football if you weren't in love with football, and that if they would have you then you would be lucky for the opportunity.

alexia had done her best to try and act surprised, even though your sister and her own had kept you well informed of her dealings with the coaching staff who had hardly taken much persuading to offer you the role anyway, more so surprised that you were so interested still.

"welcome home mi amor, for good."

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i am well aware this has taken awhile! but i have written and deleted this chapter more times than i care to admit, in some endings they broke up, in some (like this one) they got together. i realised no matter what the ending would be there would always be a handful who wished for something different, so i just wrote what i wanted and not what i thought others would, as i have with every chapter of this little series. thank you all very much for reading along <3

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 15

[Lucanis is making dinner in preparation for Taash, Bellara, and Rook to return from the Fangscorcher mission; Emmrich and Harding have two more days on their camping trip. Things seem calm… until they aren’t.]

{this snippet is from Lucanis’s POV. There is also a part two, from Naimeryn’s. The events of these snippets occur chronologically shortly after the events of Snippet 10 (drunk handholding).}

CW/TW: blood, burns, battlefield medicine

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“You know, after Weisshaupt, I was always a little afraid you were gonna poison my dinners,” Davrin admitted.

Lucanis laughed. “I am a prof—“

He felt Spite, like a surge in his head. He came on so fast and so strong out of dormancy that he had no chance to even attempt to maintain control. Dread overtook his limbs as Spite forced him to bark out,

“ROOK!”

The knife fell from Lucanis’s hand. Could a demon feel fear? It gripped him in a nearly paralyzing grasp, but Davrin leaping to his feet seemed to give him the motivation he needed. Davrin reached the kitchen door first, but they rushed out of it together. Lucanis leapt the short staircase in a single bound, ready to run all the way to Arlathan if necessary.

“Bellara!” Davrin yelled from behind him. Lucanis’s heart leapt to his throat. Why was Bellara here if Rook was not? “Where is she?”

“The Eluvian room!” Bellara yelled back. “I’ve got to find — Neve! It’s Rook! It’s bad. We need you.”

Lucanis couldn’t breathe. *It’s bad.* He forced his legs to run. Past the stupid kissing skeleton statue Rook had insisted on putting in the courtyard. Past an anxiously squawking Assan jumping around Davrin’s thudding boots. Down the stairs. He had to get to her. Neve and Bellara were flying down the stairs on the opposite side, but he got to the library door first, and tore it open. Thinking better of it, he all but shoved Neve ahead of him.

The four of them took the stairs down two at a time. Neve darted through the door first, and suddenly Lucanis couldn’t move.

“BLOOD. SO MUCH BLOOD.” Hissed Spite.

Davrin pushed him firmly into the Eluvian room. Spite was right. The smell was everywhere.

Naimeryn was barely inside the lighthouse, writhing on the bridge in a puddle of it so big it ran off the edge. Taash gripped her hand tightly and was practically yelling to Neve what had happened in their panic. Lucanis barely heard anything they said. Something about the dragon? No. *Antaam.* Lucanis closed the distance and slid to Naimeryn’s side as she screamed when Neve touched her ripped open side.

No. No, no. This could not be happening.

“Lucanis, did you hear me?” Neve snapped.

“I’m sorry, I —“

“Hold her head!”

Obediently, Lucanis cupped the back of Naimeryn’s head in his hands, resting it on his lap. Her free hand flew up to his face. It was wet — covered in her own blood — but he didn’t care. He nuzzled her hand between his cheek and shoulder.

“Mierda, Rook.”

“Don’t be such a worry wart,” she teased, but her voice was weak and her smile delirious.

“Rook,” Neve warned, “I have to get the sliver out. This is going to *hurt*”

“I can take —“ Naimeryn’s joke was cut off as Neve shoved her ice-wrapped hand *into her body* and she screamed the most horrific scream Lucanis had heard since the Ossuary. He clutched her head, Taash squeezing her hand in one of theirs and pressing the other onto her chest as she arched off the floor.

“I’ve got it!” Neve announced, retracting her hand with a thick spear of WOOD in it.

“How did that—“

“Fuckin’ gaatlok barrel!” Taash snapped, their face screwed up like they were forcing down tears. “I didn’t realize she was on the other side of those Antaam assholes! I didn’t see her! I —“

“Taash,” Naimeryn wheezed. “This is NOT your fa-“

“*I* did this to you, Rook!” Taash snapped.

“No!” Naimeryn said with more force than it seemed possible for her to command. “You were trying to protect Bellara. But you can fix this. Can’t you?”

“What do you—“

“She wants you to stop the bleeding,” Neve said warily.

“What? No! I could burn right through you! I don’t know if I can do that!”

“I don’t know if I can do it myself,” Naimeryn mumbled.

“Stay awake,” Lucanis snapped, giving her head a little shake. “If someone is going to do something, DO IT NOW.”

“Taash,” Neve said. “Can you try?”

“I don’t know! I —“

“Move!”

No one had even seen Davrin leave, but he came running down the stairs now, the end of his sword glowing red.

“Naim—“

“Do it,” she hissed, her fingers gripping Lucanis’s collar and Taash’s hand so tight her knuckles shone white.

Her scream echoed through the chamber for what seemed like hours, and in his skull for much longer. Tears soaked her cheeks and ran into his hands. He bent over on impulse, pressing his lips to her forehead, not even sure what he was whispering to her in Antivan, just anything. Anything to make this better.

Naimeryn lay, panting and sweating, but no longer bleeding, on the floor. Her left side and arm were burned from the gaatlock, and her cauterized wounds smoked as shivers passed through her body. The air reeked of burnt flesh.

“My left really is my bad side,” she wheezed out a weak laugh, and then her eyes fluttered shut.

“Naim!” Davrin grabbed her shoulder, and Lucanis couldn’t breathe.

“She’s just passed out,” Neve sighed. “But she’s lost a lot of blood, and those burns are *bad*. We aren’t out of the woods yet.”

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[PART TWO: Rook wakes in the infirmary three days later]

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Naimeryn’s head was splitting. She groaned and pressed one hand to her forehead, rubbing her eyes before opening them slowly. The infirmary was dimly lit, but she could see Varric was not on his cot. Good; he needed to stretch that damn leg sometimes. She turned her head slightly in the opposite direction, and couldn’t suppress a small smile. Lucanis sat next to her cot, arms crossed, coffee cup in hand, slightly slumped, asleep.

“Lucanis,” she said softly, reaching for his arm.

“ROOK!” The coffee cup clattered to the floor, glowing purple eyes flying open. Figures. “NOT DEAD.”

She chuckled drily. “Hi, Spite. Not this time.”

He hopped up and leaned over her bed. Spite suddenly reminded her immensely of a puppy. A murderous, unhinged puppy.

“How long have you two been sitting there?”

“NOT LONG. WENT TO TREVISO. KILLED ANTAAM. NOT ALL. MANY.”

Naimeryn groaned. “Does Lucanis know?!”

“HIS IDEA. TAASH TOO. ANGER AND FEAR. GUILT AND GRIEF. HE-“

His head ducked, then shook. Eyes, blinking. Brown again.

“What — Rook? ROOK!” He startled awake, his hands flying to cup her face.

“I’m all right. I heard you’ve been bus—mmph!”

His lips crushed hers beneath them in a kiss that was desperation and relief in equal measure. Startled, but pleased, she heard herself gasp even as her fingers threaded through his beard, cupping his jaw. A fire that did not hurt overtook her, spreading warmth outward from its origin in her chest. Creators, but she loved this man.

The thought rattled her. Was it too soon for that to be the case?

He pulled back, breathless, his expression still worried. She teased his beard gently between her fingers.

“I’m going to have to get injured more often,” she smirked.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, and kissed her again. Her hand slid to the back of his head, pulling him in. She wanted to be closer… but her side ached, and she broke the kiss first.

“Sorry, I… I can’t breathe.”

“Are you all right?”

She puffed out a painful breath as her discomfort grew. “Hurts,” she wheezed.

An excited hiss came from the doorway, followed by a frazzled, “Manfred! Don’t interrupt!”

“It’s all right, Emmrich,” Lucanis said, straightening up away from her. “Do you have something for Rook?”

“Yes, of course,” the mage was nodding as he stepped into the light behind Manfred, laden with his tray and teaset. “We’ve brought tea made with numbing agents to help with the pain.”

“My hero,” Naimeryn smiled weakly. “Welcome home, I guess?”

“Yes,” the older mage tutted sternly. “In the future, I will have to ask that you *not* try to get yourself killed while I’m away, hm?”

Naimeryn sighed, accepting the cup of tea he offered her. “I feel awful. Taash was so upset, but it was me.”

She tapped her left eye, wincing as she bent her bandaged arm to do so.

“I never saw the gaatlock barrels. I’m a Blighted liability in the field, and they think it’s their fault.”

“Focus on the tea,” Lucanis said gently. “We can worry about the rest later.”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hellooo can i request something for pedri when he has a gorgeous girlfriend who gets hit on randomly and frequently for example she's just grocery shopping and someone comes to get her number etc. And one day pedri leaves her alone for 2-3 minutes and someone approaches her already, pedri comes back and gets shocked at first like "i just left for 2 minutes" and then gets jealous?

Loved this req

Left for Two Minutes - P.G8

Summary: You're gorgeous and your boyfriend knows it but other men also know it

The first time Pedri landed his eyes on you, he was blown away by your extern beauty, he didn't cared of the media or of the 99.354 people that were in the stadium at that moment, all he wanted was to get your attention.

He saw the blaugrana jersey and his body acted without doubt. His jersey went off of his sweaty body and he asked Xavi for a pen, writing down his signature and number. He walked towards where you, your friend, your brother and his girlfriend were getting ready to leave.

"Hey!" You heard someone yell but didn't paid attention to it "Hey! Oye, tú!" (Hey, hey, you!)

"Pedri's calling you?" Your brother asked you as you turned around looking at your brother and then looked at the camp

"¡Tú!" (You!) He yelled when your eyes made contact, you looked back but no one was there, you looked back at him before pointing at yourself "Yes, you!" He was smiling softly nodding, he walked towards you and handed you his jersey "Here you go" He winked as you felt the blush coming at your cheeks

"Muchas gracias" (Thank you so much)

"Nos vemos luego" (See you later) He said walking backwards while looking at you which caused him to knock some Gatorades down as you giggle

"Watch out!" That's what you said before you felt your friend pull you by your shoulders and out of the stadium

"Omg, he wrote down his number!" She squaled once you were inside your brother's car

"Mierda" (Shit) You cursed impressed

"Ay, hermanita. Looks like you got the attention of the one and only Pedri González" Your brother smiled at you as you tried to process everything.

You lasted a whole week before writing him something as he slowly lost hope on contacting with you until that day of your text.

"Hi. Don't know if you'll remember me but I'm the girl who you gave your jersey to at the last Clásico. Hope you're doing good"

And from there it was history. He liked you for your looks but he fell in love with your personality.

However, whilst Pedri loved being in the relationship with you, enjoyed every moment together and saw a really long future with you, there was something that really pulled him off, but it wasn't even your fault.

You were gorgeous. And everyone, absolutely everyone saw that. Kids, girls, adults and boys. He was the famous in your relationship and got chasen by girls, however, you were also chased by boys and they absolutely threw themselves at you, even when everyone knew about your relationship with Pedri.

He, often (to not say always) experienced situations of you randomly getting hit on, even with and without him next to you and while he knew you wouldn't cheat, he didn't liked other men thinking you were single or eyeing you in some way that he, as your boyfriend, only could do.

Now, you stood in an aisle of the supermarket with your two yesrs boyfriend, Pedri, with him pressed at your back

"Amor" You smiled feeling his fingers graze your sides, tickling you

"Mete esas Oreos, se qué te gustan mucho" (Get those Oreos, I know you like them a lot)

"No, you like them as well and you can't eat them"

"Eat them for me then" You shook your head smiling as you pushed your head into his

"No" You whisper as he grabbed them and pulled them in the cart "¡Mi vida!"

"You're gonna eat them" He groaned jokingly inserting his face into yours making you laugh, you kissed his cheek feeling the stubble on your lips

"Dios, te quiero mucho" (God, I love you so much)

"Y yo a ti" (Love you too) You smiled looking at the notes on your phone and at the same time looking at your cart "Are we missing something?"

You hum reading before you nodded "We're missing my shampoo and your deodorant"

"I'll look for them"

"We can go" He shook his head kissing your cheek

"I'll be quick, you can do the line to pay our things, it was a bit long when we came in" You nod agreeing with him

"You're right. I'll be in the 8 one then" You winked at him as he smiled shaking his head

"Eres tonta" (You're silly) You blew him a kiss and then went to the eight line as he went to get his deorodant and your shampoo.

Since it was closer to the eight line he was done very quickly, when he got towards the line some guy was with one of his hands on your shopping cart and with a smile on his face

Pedri's blood burned and he quickly walked to you while he got closer he was able to listen to what the guy was saying.

"... Y es que eres muy hermosa, ¿te lo han dicho antes?" (You are so beautiful, have you been told?)

"Si, mi novio lo hace diariamente" (I have, my boyfriend does that daily)

"And where's that boyfriend?"

"Aquí tengo tu shampoo y el desodorante. No estaba en lista pero traje tu crema corporal, que te debo un masajito para mas tarde, amor" (Here's the shampoo and the deodorant. I know this wasn't in the list but I brought your body cream, I own you that massage that's in for later, love) He smiled at you as you blush lightly

"He's my boyfriend" You reply smiling at Pedro

"Oh!" He nods and retracts from you "You know, I'd love to continue this but I remembered I have to look for something before leaving so... I'll leave you to it"

"Que cabrón" (What an idiot) Pedri said folding his arms crossing his arms across his chest, you laugh "¿Qué te ha dicho?" (What did he said to you?)

"You missed the fun" You joke shaking your head "Right after I got into the line a guy came up to me, gave me this chocolate" You point to the chocolate that sat on top of the shopping cart "along with his phone number" You pulled out of Pedri's hoodie a little paper with a phone number "Then like a few seconds later this guy came and gave me his phone number as well" You shake your head

"But I just left for two minutes" You giggled wrapping your arms around him "I can't deal with this anymore" He shook his head

"You gonna break up with me?" You ask suddenly

"No" He looked down at you "But I will do break guys faces if they keep staring at you" You smile

"Don't be jealous"

"I'm not"

"Are you sure 'bout that?" He got quiet "¿Me abrazas?" (Hug me?) He looked at you before looking somewhere else sighing.

You sighed too and grabbed his hands but he hummed in negation.

"Pepi, vamos" (Pepi, come on) You said and after a few seconds he sighed wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him and you relaying in his arms. "Don't be jealous" He hummed "Wanna see something?"

"What?"

You pulled out your phone and after unlocking it, you clicked on Instagram and went to his account. You showed him with a smile

"You see him?" He nods confused "That's my boyfriend" You said innocently with big eyes and a big smile on your face making Pedri break out into a smile

"Is he?" You nod humming

"If you don't believe me, watch this" You said before going to your gallery and into "Mi amor♥️🍌⚽" album

And showed him all of your photos together, you showed him your favorites and you showed him his favorites.

"You don't have to be jealous, you know?" you said quietly for the two of you

"I know. I trust you with my life. I just don't like the fact how guys look at you, as if you're a piece of meat, like all they do is undress you and stuff"

"I know, but let them" You shrugged your shoulder "As long as they don't disrespect me, let them, because you're the only guy that's on my mind" He smiled kissing you briefly

"What are you gonna do with the chocolate?"

"Give it to the cashier" You shrug your shoulders and you both laugh lightly when it was your turn, Pedri started passing you, your stuffs when you heard an -Oh my god-

"What?" You ask to the guy who was looking at you starstruck

"I'm sorry but you're so pretty"

You and Pedri shared a look, here we go again...

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[sunshine-theseus]

Fuck the RFEF | Amaiur Sarrigei x Reader

Words: 1.8k Summary: you refuse to play for the national team, risking your playing license, Amaiur disagrees Warnings: angst, !!mentions of SA!!, let’s pretend the girls are on a break in Barca before the call-up and Amaiur went to the wwc Requested by - @realsociadadferminofan

Patri, Cláudia and Mapi were who I always went to when something went wrong. Joining the 3 in abstaining from national team call ups after the 2022 Euros and being one of the 4 that refused a call-up for the world cup due to lack of action toward Jorge Vilda’s misconduct, they were basically my closest friends. Not to say the other girls didn’t mean a lot, I know if they felt like they could, they’d have joined us in refusing. But these 3 were who I had when I felt like crying as I watched my friends and girlfriend win the biggest football tournament in the world.

This also meant I’d go to them with relationship problems.

-

“What do you mean?” Patri had quickly paused the movie she was watching and called Mapi and Cláudia over when I came crying and banging on her door.

“I told her ‘I don’t care about losing my license if it means going against my morals and everything I’ve protested’ and she called me selfish and brainless.” Another sob wracks my body and I fall back into the arms of whoever is next to me.

“Amaiur said that?” it’s Cláudia who asks, tone of voice proving how ludicrous Am’s actions were.

“Verbatim.”

--

“Am! Did you get the email?” I yell across the house for my girlfriend who sits in the living room doing God knows what.

“Sí! Did you?”

“Yeah! What did you say?” my teeth worry at my bottom lip as I wait for her answer.

“I said yes, it’s a national call up. What about you?” I’m not sure what to say as my girlfriend strolls into our bedroom, holding her phone to her face.

She’s clearly re-reading the email we’d all been sent. An email majority of us had signed a statement saying we should not receive if changes were not made, especially after the events at the world cup.

“No.”

“Que? Que quieres decir ‘no'?” (what do you mean ‘no’?) Amaiur gives me a shocked look as I retreat beneath our blankets.

“Nothing has changed Am. How am I supposed to go back? Did you even read the full email? ‘If you refuse this national team call-up, your professional playing license may be revoked in correlation to the Spanish FIFA and RFEF code of conduct.’ They’re forcing me to reject my morals and risk my entire career for some shit call-up.” Angry tears prick at the corner of my eyes. This isn’t fair, how does she find this fair?

“Bebé, they got rid of Rubiales and Jorge, that’s what everyone was fighting for. You, Mapi, Patri and Cláudia, you can come back now.”

“Amaiur how do you not see nothing has fucking changed just because they got rid of two shitty people? Alexia, Ona, they wouldn’t be going if it wasn’t to protect the other girls, especially the younger ones. Esas chicas merecen algo major.” (those girls deserve better).

“So you’re not going? You’re giving up your career for this? You’re being a selfish and brainless cabrona!” (dumbass) the anger quickly melts off her face and regret fills her eyes, but I’m already pulling the sheets off me and heading for the door.

I grab my keys from the bowl that sits on the table beside the door, and leave. Her pleas for me to come back so she can apologise are futile as I walk down the hall. Señor Perez, the old man with many cats, sits at the end of the hall, giving me a pitiful smile that I return before making my way down the stairs.

--

“Ese pedazo de mierda.” (that piece of shit) it’s the first thing Mapi has said all evening, but it makes me laugh.

“No. I mean yes, but I still love her, I don’t think she meant it. We were both just angry.” It’s hard not to defend the girl I’ve loved for so long, but I know I’m right.

She’s always supported my decision to stand up against the RFEF and higher-ups. I just think she expected after Rubiales and Vilda were gone, we’d be playing together again. Admittedly I’d momentarily thought the same, but there was no way I could go back.

“Are you guys going?” the trio give each other guilty looks before turning to me. No one says anything.

“It’s okay if you do. I truly understand, you guys shouldn’t risk your careers for this. You’re being forced into it and that isn’t fair. I’ll support you no matter what.” I place an arm around Patri and grab Cláudia and Mapi’s hands.

“Thank you hermosa. We’re still going to fight this, from the inside.” Mapi says it in a funny voice and sends me a wink and I can’t stop the laugh that escapes.

Not much else can be said before we settle down on the couch to continue whatever movie it is the Patri has playing. Despite me calming down, I didn’t think I was in a state to return to my girlfriend quite yet. The universe seems to disagree.

There’s a loud knocking on the door and a familiar voice rings out from behind it.

“Patri, I know Y/n is in there! I need to talk to her! Please?” I’m standing and opening the door before anyone can reply.

Amaiur doesn’t waist a second in spewing out apologies and wrapping her arms around me. I reciprocate the gesture and begin rocking us back and forth. It’s hard to ignore the stares of our Spanish teammates who sit looking on in the living room.

“I’m so, so sorry, I can’t believe I said that to you. I stand by you, you know that. I’m just so scared for you and your career. You love playing so much and you might lose it all because of this.” I let out a sigh and pull away, resting a hand on her cheek.

“Do you want to know why I’m so willing to risk it all? Why I need this change so bad before I can come back?” she gives a simple shake of her head.

I have to give myself a second, swallowing nervously as I look into her eyes. The warmest, most beautiful eyes. She should know, I’ve hid it for too long.

“When… When we played in the Euros, there was one night where I was feeling bad. You were out with some of the girls, and I was in our room alone. Well around an hour after you left, Vilda came bursting in, obviously we weren’t allowed to lock our doors so there was nothing to stop him. He asked why I wasn’t doing team bonding and I told him I wasn’t feeling well. He came toward me and hugged me like he was going to comfort me, but-” I begin to choke on my words and tears breach my waterline. I can’t bare to look at the girls around me.

Am places a hand softly over my hand that rests on my own arm and I take a deep breath before continuing.

“His hands began to stray. I told him to stop and shoved him away, but he just kept going. He groped my ass and boobs, tried taking my clothes off. He slipped his hand down my shorts.”

“Did he…” Amauri is too scared to finish her sentence.

“He didn’t get that far; someone came knocking on the door and he just left with a sick grin.”

“Did you report him?” Everyone around me looks like they’re about to throw up, but for the most part they look angry.

“I reported him to every higher-up I could. They laughed me off and told me I was being delusional. That is why I can’t go back until there is actual change. Especially after what happened to Jenni and knowing other girls have been through it too. If that means I lose the job I love? So be it. They won’t shut me up.”

“I’m not goin-” Am tries.

“Yes you fucking are. I already told those 3, and I will tell Alexia and Marta and Mariona and whoever else I need to. You have to go, to ensure things change. And to make sure the younger girls are safe.” Cláudia, Patri and Mapi have all disappeared, so it just leaves me and my girlfriend.

“For you. I’ll do anything for you bebé.” I stand on my tippy toes to press a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you.”

~~~~~

4 members of the Spanish Women’s National Team have been released from international duty without sanctions, not including Alexia Putellas who has been allowed to leave due to injury. Is the change we’ve been waiting for, finally coming?

It’s the main headline across all media platforms the morning of the second day of camp. A 7-hour meeting to release 4 players. Fucking ridiculous.

Despite it, a smile tugs at my lips as I sit in bed, the sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of Amaiur and my bedroom back in Donostia-San Sebastian. I wait patiently for my girlfriend to arrive, a cup of coffee on her bedside time while my own rests in my left hand.

“Hola bebé! Is that coffee I smell?” the door slams shut behind Amaiur and her footsteps slowly creep closer to the bedroom.

I place my coffee on my own bedside table and get up, pouncing into her arms when she walks through the open door. She stumbles for a moment before adjusting her grip on my thighs, smiling brightly up at me as I lean down and kiss her hard.

My hands thread through her hair and she turns us around and walks forward to press me against the wall. In a moment of weakness, she squeezes my thigh and I let out a moan, allowing her to slip her tongue past my lips.

Not long after, we have to break apart for air.

“You’d think I’d been missing for months with the way you kiss me.”

“Any amount of time away from you it too long.” I give her a small smile and she pecks my nose, making me giggle.

“Can we cuddle and drink coffee while we watch movies?” I pout at her as puts me back on my two feet.

“Anything for my girl.”

Very soon after, I find myself in her arms on the couch, all curtains drawn shut, warm cups of coffee abandoned on the table, Encanto playing loudly on the TV. Naturally I sing along poorly and quote every line.

“Have you heard from the RFEF about your license?” I smile into her neck at the question.

“I get to keep it. And they gave an apology. Not that it means much still, but we’re getting there.” Amaiur squeals and jumps off the couching, taking me with her. She lifts me up and spins me around before putting me back down, spreading kissing across my face. My heart clenches at her display of love. How can one be so perfect?

[little-lily-w]

“Don’t do this”, Claire’s breathing became heavier to the point she had to open her mouth to allow air for her lungs. But she was still fighting hard to repress the tears. Quite succesful in that but her sudden desperation after she realized there was no other choice spoke rather well of her claustrophobia. “No, no”, she shook her head no, dark brown eyes going wide and searching for the empty street she once considered as an escape route. It was too late for that but she couldn’t stand the situation any longer. 

The attempt was poor and failed miserably. Dizziness didn’t play in her favor at all to coordinate every tense muscle in her body at once. Niragi was like a flash of lightning. He got out of the car in less than three seconds, already noticing the intentions of the woman and his huge hand went back on her nape, this time sinking his fingertips in the joints at the base of her head to maneuver it to his liking. And his liking was far from gentle. He pulled and twisted enough to have her bent close to his belly so he could move her, or better say drag her, to the back of the car. 

“See?”, Niragi growled as the woman fought with all she had, it was obvious panic was setting in because she couldn’t really tell where to throw a hand to release herself, a much different reaction from the one she had just a few moments ago. “This is what happens when you’re not man enough”, he told Chishiya, pulling again from Claire, some of her hairs coming off the roots and getting tangled in between his fingers. Niragi managed to lay the rifle against one side of the car to open the trunk. “If you are that soft, you’ll let them get away with anything they want. They need to learn. And they will learn”. His grip went up to her hair, making her stand straight again. 

Claire screamed, her heart felt like a maximum speed engine with no plans of stopping. “Help me”, she babbled although it was clear she meant to ask for the blonde’s help. 

“Go in the trunk, birdy”, Niragi spoke against his ear. 

“No!”, she yelled again. “Fuck you!”. And that was an insult the crazy monkey did understand because he let out an annoyed chuckle before smiling at her and punching her across the face. 

That seemed to do the work. Claire’s knees bent letting her whole body weight fall at the mercy of her captor. Niragi scooped her legs with no care at all, almost as if he was carrying a sack of potatoes and threw her into the trunk, slamming its door shut. 

“That’s how you man up”, he told Chishiya, eyeing him up and down to get even the tiniest bit of emotion. Apparently he wasn’t happy with the result. “Get in the car before I send you to share her reserved seat”. 

It wasn’t long before the ‘sedative’ effect of Niragi’s hand ceased to work. They hadn’t even arrived to the Beach that after ten or fifteen minutes, Claire started to wake up. She blinked rapidly to adjust her vision but quickly realized there was nothing to see because all that surrounded her was an oppresing darkness and the roof felt almost glued to her face. 

She started gasping loudly, hands flying up to smack the roof so hard it was certain she was heard from the inside of the car. “Payo de mierda, let me out! LET ME OUT! I’LL KILL YOU! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW, LET ME OUT!”, she screamed and smacked and kicked so loud that she didn’t know if she couldn’t breathe because of her phobia or if the oxygen in the compartment was actually running low. 

@cheshire-shuntaro

Premonition

Ending the game was another nightmare. Even if it was the second one she participated in since the world changed into this parallel one where no man and no rule meant safety for its habitants, it still managed to affect her. Not that she hadn’t witnessed people dying before but those were mostly willingly involved in businesses that had a clear fate: wealth or death. These games, on the other hand, didn’t discriminate. They went for everything and everyone, including people that had never known true violence until they were face to face with the borderlands. Claire, a name she chose to call herself after her troubled past, took a deep breath before exiting the building. Even if the limit of the outside zone was erased, she still waited for the few survivors of the spades game to go past the laser. Always cautious, she learned to live like that. Couldn’t afford not to be, especially when she had been escaping her whole life. Born as a gipsy woman in Andalusia, member of a family reigned by one of the most powerful household heads, she grew up absorbed in their culture. Pride of her father, a beautiful daughter well versed in flamenco dance and with her own status, she was coveted by more than half of the best young privileged sons. But since she learned to read hands with the help of her beloved mother, she knew her fate didn’t augur well. She predicted the flight the night before it happened. One of her premonitory dreams made her understand there was no going back. And the following evening, after her father had hit her mother once more and left the house for night adventures, they escaped. All the way through Italy and similar nearby countries, they quickly realized Europe was not safe. The father’s network was too big and exhaustive and even if danger wasn’t around the corner, paranoia only increased with time after a sequence of “jumpscares” and they left the continent. And now here she was. Alone in Borderland, with five more days to live, watching carefully the actions of the group of men standing outside the building who had also played with luck and stregth on their side. One of them looked like their boss, muscular and stoic, he must have been a soldier or perhaps a policeman because he was the one taking down one of the armed “cowheads”. The other one was a little aside. quiet and maybe as vigilant as she was. His face looked sharp but gentle, confusing to say the least. Claire couldn’t help but chuckle silently at the sight of his blonde messy hair. These payos*. And the last one reminded her of a monkey. Too loud and obnoxious with far longer hair and piercings ‘adorning’ his face. But the monkey caught her attention the most because he let go of the knife in his belt and laid it on the ground to readjust his waist. Exactly what she needed. A weapon. It was risky but it was more dangerous to go around with nothing to defend herself. With a stealthy walk, Claire made her way out the building and behind the group, snatching the knife and running away. She knew she had been seen because the monkey alerted the rest of them and it didn’t take long to hear their steps following her. Joder*. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop running.

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Shuntaro stood there outside the game venue, taking in the moonlit sky and doing his best to drown out the mumblings of the already half-drunk Niragi, bragging about how he almost certainly is the strongest of all of the people gathered there. Ridiculous, Chishiya thought, if it is what he will have to listen to for all of their ride back to the Beach he will gladly walk.

Aguni, as it is in his nature, simply stood there with his arms crossed, eyeing his precious guard dog sternly, possibly hoping that it will work in calming him down. But, alas, all of the other survivors of the game leaving the venue glued their eyes towards him while he was performing this tirade, waving his assault rifle around, endangering everyone around him. Knowing this monkey it probably had the safety off.

Chishiya rolled his eyes and begged for something stimulating to his mind to show itself on the horizon. As if a sign from the gods the sign did appear but in form of a petit brunette woman of darker skin, crouched and crawling towards Niragi's knife that lay on the ground. He tilted his head and looked towards other participants, they didn't seem to notice her. Shuntaro had enough of Niragi's rambling's so he simply leaned on the nearby wall and smiled slightly. This should be interesting, he thought focusing his eyes on the woman. A few more seconds passed and to his surprise, she did manage to snatch the knife under Niragi but the victory didn't last long. The monkey turned towards the floor and begun rotating along his axis, looking for his posession anxiously.

"Who the fuck took my knife?" — he yelled, eyeing the survivors that gathered around him

"That would be her." — Chishiya chuckled arrogantly, pointing at the woman's brunette hair dissappearing into the alley nearby.

"And you didn't say anything? You'll pay for that, you bitch." — Niragi's eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw and then added, shouting. — "Let's get her, first to catch her gets the VIP lonuge on me."

Soon a tremor of about a dozen feet ran in the direction of the nearby alley. She stood no chance, simple mathemathics. But the evidence shoved that she fought bravely because by the time Chishiya lazely sauntered over there he saw two militants clutching their faces - one of them bleeding from his nose and the other one, well, looked like the blackeye would look terrible in the morning. He pushed his way through the couple of men and saw Niragi holding the thief by the scruff of her neck, the barrel of the assault rifle caressing her chest, a threat and also a demonstration of Niragi's view on women.

"Hey, look what I caught — a little bird! Chirp if you're scared, birdy." — he laughed viciously, tilting his head. — "Now, has no one taught you that you're not supposed to take what's not yours?"

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@little-lily-w

[luvrcami]

˗ˏˋ MAKE ME! ´ˎ˗

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN WHICH: two enemies find themselves getting lost in each others eyes.

˚ · . camilo madrigal x fem!reader.

ೃ⁀➷ Y/n and Camilo despise each others presence. Every time someone brings the others name up in a conversation they would just loudly groan and change the subject. 

Everyone knew about their obvious hatred for each other and the worst thing is that they have to see each others face almost every day. why? oh well because Y/n is best friends with Mirabel and she would often help Julieta with her restaurant.

This detesting for one another began when they were 10. One bright day, it was a birthday party of another kid in the village. Every thing was well, lights, the sound of grilling food, and laughter. The two kids were minding their own business, running around with a big smile on their face like all the other children. 

“I’ll be right back, guys! I’m going to go get a desert because i haven’t gotten any!” Y/n notified her friends and walked towards the large table where all the treats were. As she eyed the table she noticed that she was too late to get any deserts. 

There was only one pink glazed donut left in the tray. The small girl huffed and reached her arm out to grab it but her hand bumped against someone elses soft hand. She looked to her side only to notice a mixed curly haired boy. He looked around her age.

They locked eyes, lips slightly apart. Y/n was admiring the boys features until she felt the hand back up. Her eyes trailed down to the donut but she then realizes it’s not there anymore. The h/c girl gasped and looked back at the boy she was admiring a few seconds ago.

“Hey! Thats mine!” Her high pitched voice yelled. “Who said?” Camilo responded with a smirk while he took a big bite of the desert. “I haven’t aten any of the deserts!” She added, annoyance in her tone of voice.

He shrugged and continued chewing the sweet, unfazed. Y/n grew angry with this random boy and took the donut out of his hand. He gasped and furrowed his eyebrows. “Mine.” She affirmed and walked away. Camilo sprinted up to her and snatched the poor donut from her grasp. 

They fought for the sweet until both their parents caught them. “Camilo Madrigal!” “Y/n L/n!” both their mothers yelled out in anger. Camilos eyes widened as he saw his mom standing there with a cloud above her head.

“Mierda” The small boy cursed under his breath.

And thats how it all started. Julieta took notice of their acts, noticing that hatred isn’t the only thing going on between the two. The mother just smirked and thought of a perfect plan.

“Camilo!” Julieta called out for her nephew. He sprinted down and questioned. “Yes, tía?” He asked her. “Mijo, Could you please call Y/n down here please. I need a word with you two” She smiled gracefully. Camilo let out a groan at his aunts words. “Why me? You know shes with Mirabel right now, right?” He complained. The woman just nodded. “Yes, but i need to talk to both of you” She repeated. 

The boy simply nodded and lazily walked up to his primas room. He knocked on Mirabels door and rolled his eyes when he heard the two girls giggling. “Who is it- Oh! Camilo, what’s up?” Mirabel questioned. He could hear Y/n let out a deep sigh at his name.

“Tía said she wants to talk to Y/n and I” He murmured. Y/n got up when she heard. Camilo swore he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her e/c orbs glare at him.

“I’ll be back, Mira!” Y/n told Mirabel as she walked down to the kitchen with her enemy right besides her. Y/n reached the casitas kitchen and greeted Julieta with a warm smile. “Hola señora Julieta!” Y/n smiled at the woman. “Buenos días, Y/n!” Julieta kindly said. 

Camilos eyes rolled at how pathetically sweet she was to others but him. She always gave others her true warm and vibrant smile, but to him? All she gave was frowns and insults.

“Okay, i called you two to say- Camilo, are you listening?” Julietas loud voice snapped the green eyed boy out of his thoughts. “Ye- Yeah?” He stuttered nerviously. Julieta softly shaked her head and continued. “Y/n you’re working at the restaurant tomorrow?” She asked, in which her answer was yes. “Great! Perfect! So you two can get along more-” The two teenagers raised an eyebrow at her.

 “-Camilo, i want you to be spend one day in the restaurant with Y/n-” She spoke and got interrupted by two loud yells. “WHAT?!” Both Y/n and Camilo shouted.

Mirabel suddenly came walking near them, grabbing an arepa and smirking. “Pepa agreed too.” She mentioned before taking a bite of the arepa con queso. “No way! That would be one day of total torture!” Camilo shouted. Y/n lightly shrugged and soon Pepa walked up to them too. 

“You two have to get along! Todos estos años han sido pesadillas!” (all these years have been nightmares!) The ginger complained with her hands covering her face. “Hmm, i agree. It’s just one day either way. Can’t be that bad, verdad Camilo?”(right, camilo?) Y/n boldly smirked, facing the boy.

Camilo looked at the h/c girl like she was absolutely crazy. “I mean.. sure..” He sighed. Pepa’s smile was so wide she even had a rainbow above her head. “Excellent! My two angels will finally get along!” She grinned hapily. “Might” Camilo muttered. 

                                 - ͙۪۪̥˚┊NEXT DAY┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Y/n took small steps while walking to Julietas restaurant. As she stepped inside, Camilo was already there wiping the tables clean for the customers. “Finally, you’re here” Camilo groaned causing Y/n to roll her eyes. “I’m not late you’re just too early” She joked. Camilo chuckled but hid it with a super fake cough.

While they were cleaning, Y/n was reaching to grab the mop but when she felt another hand against hers she huffed without looking up. “I grabbed it first” Y/n simply said but the boy wouldn’t let go. “Not this again, princesa” Camilo teased. “Just let go. I will mop” She told him. “No, i’ll do it. I’m bored” He replied. 

Y/n pouted, looking up at the freckled boys face. “dios mio, Camilo! Why dont you just let me do it?” She frowned. He laughed a bit at her face. “And why don’t you just shut up and let ME do it?” He replies back. “Make me” She bitterly answered not expecting the next action to happen. With no hesitation, Camilo pressed his lips against hers. She was surprised at first but melted quickly.

They pulled away, their faces tulip pink. “That shut you up, didnt it, hermosa?” He joked with a playful smirk plastered on his lips. “be quiet..” Y/n whispered embarrasingly.

[calswildflcwer]

Twins ! ~ Part Five

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, jealousy, hatred, family disapproval, bad family relations.

Plot : Your father still isn’t happy about you kissing Carlos. The rain had more of an effect on you than you thought. And what happens when Layla hands you an ultimatum?

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @camilos-mivida, @theeheverything.

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Sitting out in Pepa’s thunderstorm was a bad idea. You had begun getting sick as the days passed on. Your mother had begged you to go and see Julieta and be healed but your father had told her to just wait it out; still not allowing you to see your boyfriend.

He had yelled at you that night, yelled and screamed and dragged you out of la casita. He didn’t want HIS troublemaking kid dating the Madrigals troublemaking kid. The next day you had argued with him, screaming at your father and telling him that you were in love with Carlos. He wasn’t happy at your response.

You had gotten so sick with the flu that even just getting out of bed drained the life out of you. Your body kept switching between hot flushes and cold chills, your mother kept bringing soup to your room to try and get you to eat something.

Félix, Carlos, Dolores and Pepa had all tried visiting but were all turned away by your father.

You were laid in bed one night, cold sweat dripping down your forehead and in and out of sleep when your window was pushed open from the outside. You felt the breeze and immediately shivered, pulling your blankets further around your cold body.

The intruder soon came into view, “C-Carlos, what are you doing here?” You asked him, your voice wavering slightly.

“Hola mi vida, I wanted to check in on you. I’ve been missing you these past few days.” He groaned quietly. He grabbed a damp cloth from a nearby bowl of water and wrung it out before dabbing your forehead with it.

He soon saw the bowl of untouched chicken soup on your bedside table, a small sigh drew from his lips as he stared down at you. “You need to eat, mi amor.” He said in a hushed tone.

You lifted a hand from under your blanket and caressed his cheek, his eyes fluttered shut slowly and he leaned in to your touch. “For you mi vida, anything.” You whispered.

He grabbed the soup and began to feed you, “I need you to keep your strength up and get better so that we can continue terrorising Layla and Camilo together.” He sent you a smirk.

You let out a light laugh as you swallowed down the soup, it was still fairly warm; your mother had only just made it before going to bed.

“I thought Félix and Pepa wouldn’t allow you out of la casita at this hour?” You suddenly questioned.

Carlos shrugged as he eyed you, feeding you the last of the soup, “Dolores is covering for me.” He smirked. A light smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Dios mío, I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as you stared up into his eyes.

He lifted his hand, brushing your sweat ridden hair from your face before leaning down and planting a delicate kiss to your lips. “I’ve missed you too, mi vida.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

The pair of you stayed there talking for what felt like hours until he glanced out of the window, “Mierda, I have to go.” He groaned. “Get better soon, mi vida. Te quiero.” He whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before heading towards the window.

“Yo también te amo.” You managed to say as you watched him leave out of the window. He dropped onto the grass outside before heading back to la casita.

The next morning came all too suddenly for your liking, the sun shone in through your window as your curtains were thrown open. “Ugh!” You groaned. You squinted at the bright light before pushing yourself to sit up slightly.

Sweat glistened on your forehead and your head was banging, “Wake up sleepy head.” Your mother grinned at you.

“Mama, I feel sick.” You groaned.

“(Name), you’ve been saying that for the past week. Getting a little sunshine will be good for you.” She told you.

You rolled your eyes slightly, “Mami, what will getting sunshine do?” You sighed.

“It will bring colour back to your face. Plus, I’ve sent Layla to see Julieta and grab some arepas for you.” She grinned your way.

“But papi didn’t want me getting help from Julieta.” You mumbled as she grabbed the cloth and began dabbing the sweat from your forehead.

“Your papi doesn’t know. I will send her up when she gets home.” Your mother told you before leaving the room and heading back down the stairs as you rested your head against your headboard and let out a sigh.

It was around an hour later when someone burst into your room, jolting you awake from your nap. You sat up quickly, glancing around your room.

They sat on your bed and you came face to face with somebody identical to you, “Ugh. What do you want?” You groaned out.

“I have the arepas that mami wanted me to pick up from Julieta.” She spoke, almost sickly sweet.

The sweetness in her voice made you want to vomit but still, you reached your hand out to take the basket from her.

She quickly pulled it back, raising one of her brows, “Ah ah ah.” She shook her head.

A sigh passed your lips, “What is it Layla?” You asked wearily.

“I need you to split up with Carlos.” She spoke.

You scoffed, “Yeah, that’s not happening.” You stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Camilo and I have started dating, it’s weird that my twin sister is dating his twin brother. So, I want you to split up with Carlos.” She explained.

You cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, so señor sun shines out of his ass finally told you how he feels?” A smirk flickering across your features.

She watched you. How come you weren’t surprised? How come you didn’t care? How come it wasn’t weird to you?

“Does it not bother you?” She asked.

A hysterical laugh left your mouth, “Why would it? You and Camilo mean nothing to me!” Your voice was hoarse but still loud, still hysterical.

“Well then, guess you’ll just have to suffer with the flu.” She smirked standing up.

Your lip curled up into a slight snarl before ripping the basket from your sisters hand and stuffing an arepa in your mouth, before she could even comprehend what was happening. “Guess not.” You spoke, swallowing down the arepa.

You instantly began to feel better. “Look, hermanita, think of it this way… Who do you think mama and papa will be more willing to accept? Camilo or Carlos?” She asked, trying to reason with you.

You rose to your feet, nudging past her, “When have I ever cared about mama and papa’s acceptance?” You cocked an eyebrow.

A sigh escaped her lips as she watched you grab the hairbrush and finally brush your hair for the first time in a week.

She chewed the inside of her cheek in thought as she eyed you, “If you don’t leave Carlos, I’ll tell mami and papi that you threatened me with a knife.” She stated.

“If you were gonna tell them that, you’d have told them last week when it happened.” You rolled your eyes. “Just give it up Layla. Nothing you say will stop me from seeing Carlos.” You added.

She sighed, “Well then, Camilo and I will just have to work our magic and turn Carlos against you.” She spoke, a smirk forming on her lips, instantly telling you that she was already coming up with a plan.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing her arm and pushing her out of your room, “If you ruin mine and Carlos’ relationship, I really will show you how my penknife works.” You whispered maliciously before letting go of her arm and slamming your bedroom door shut.

You had decided to shower, knowing that you would need it after being bedridden for a week.

You sat on the hill, getting some fresh air. You were expecting to see Carlos causing trouble around the town but he was nowhere to be seen. The wind blew through your freshly washed hair, it was weird not seeing Carlos messing with the villagers.

You noticed the sun beginning to go down, you hadn’t seen Carlos all day so you decided to rise to your feet. You made your way down the hill and towards la casita.

The glowing family portrait on the front door soon came into view. However, the doors didn’t open up for you as they usually did when you approached.

A small frown found it’s way onto your face but you shrugged it off, knocking on the door loudly.

You stood outside, your feet shifting on the gravel beneath you.

The door was soon pulled open to reveal Pepa; a sad expression graced her face. “Hey, is Carlos here?” You gave her a bright smile.

Glancing over her shoulder, you noticed Félix, Camilo, Dolores and Layla. Your brows knitted together in confusion as you stared at the woman in yellow, “I-Is everything okay?” You asked.

“How could you do it?” Félix asked.

“Do what?” You questioned. Félix was about to say something but somebody else spoke first.

“Carlos doesn’t want to see you.” You heard Pepa say dryly.

“What? Why?” Confusion taking over your features.

Pepa gave you a pointed look, “I think you know why, (name).” She sighed.

You opened your mouth to reply but she placed her hand firmly on the front door, “Goodbye, (name).” She spoke sadly, closing the door.

You stared at the glowing portrait, confusion still clouding your features as you turned on your heel and began walking away.

Another week passed, Carlos was avoiding you. He was spending all of his time in his room; refusing to eat, refusing to leave the house. You missed him.

Camilo left Carlos’ room and approached Layla with a sigh, “He’s still not eating.” He said, worry filling his eyes. “Layla, he’s getting ill. Maybe we should tell him the truth.” He added.

“No, Cami. He’ll get over it in no time, don’t worry. This won’t last much longer.” Layla reassured her boyfriend, glancing out of the window at you.

You were leaning back on a wall, flicking your penknife around your fingers; open and closed, open and closed. You were deep in thought, trying to figure out what you could’ve said or done that would make Carlos avoid you.

A voice snapped you out of your daydream, your eyes flickered to meet those that belonged to the person now standing in front of you, gripping your penknife tightly in your hands.

“Have you not realised yet, (name)? It’s over. Carlos and you are over.” Your sister told you.

Your eyes bored into her. Upon getting no reaction from you, she walked away. You watched her go before letting out a sigh.

Your chest was tightening, you were sitting by a tree deep inside the forest; pulling at your hair in frustration. Tears graced your face, your relationship was over. And not only that, but you had lost your best and only friend.

You rested your head back against the tree as you sat in the grass, silent tears leaving wet, salty trails down your face. Your lip quivered slightly, threatening to let out a sob but you swallowed it down; refusing to make any noise.

What had you done wrong? What had you done to cause Carlos to avoid you?

~ Hey all! Yeah, Angsty right? Idk, actually. Anyways, I have decided that there will probably seven parts to this fic, because I keep getting ideas at work for this story and honestly, that really isn’t helping but also I am really loving this fic so far. Also, if anybody is routing for Layla and Camilo - pls stop. 😂 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten something today, stay safe and always remember you are loved! 💖

[voidselfshipp]

Shatterdome Shenanigans

Cw: mentions of being drunk, alcohol, mild swearing.

Summary: moments that happened during/after the movie in which the shatterdome residents were unhinged/ or soft moments that were never shown in camera. (Because yes. My s/I is cannon, they just cut out all of her cool and cute scenes)

A/n: my lovely friend tex encouraged me to write about my s/I so I decided to make some scenes that could happen during/after the movie.

->only mutuals allowed to reblog.

♡lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifepatrickbateman

--Okay but whose fucking brilliant idea was to name that cat V kaiju "slattern" ?-- Jerico asked, beer bottle in hand.

The people present look at tendo, who only shrugs and takes a sip from his drink-- it was me, and you were there! You heard stacker going "call it slattern if you must"

--i KNOW but what was going through your head when you saw slattern?!

--i was more worried about the hunk of flesh that that kaiju was rather than "oh how should I name it!" I said "the bitch is big" and then Pentecost came with his politically correct speech about "call it slattern if you must!"

Chuck, who was also present, side hugged Jerico pulling her closer-- wasnt Slattern on the offical report too? Yer tellin' me the Word "slattern" is in an official PPDC document?-- he asked after taking a swig of his beer.

--Yup-- tendo replied.

--I think I signed it ,too-- herc replied.

The table erupts with drunk laughter, jerico is curled over the table smacking it with her fist, Chuck is holding his stomach, head thrown back, Herc is biting down on his fist holding back laughter (And failing miserably), And tendo is Rolling his eyes between chuckles.

Silently, Stacker pentecost observes his finest PPDC members trash talk him. He sighs and mutters-- im workin' with children -- but inwardly, he found the whole slattern situation incredibly funny, he could remember the faces of the higher Ups reading the report incredibly baffled.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

Its a nice and quiet morning in the shatterdome, everyone got to sleep in, Andd finally tendo got a proper eight hours of rest.

Its silent, aside from the whirring of tools and the bustle of mingling workers and jaeger repairs.

Peace, something that the shatterdome hasnt felt in a good while.

Peace, that is disturbed as a cackling Chuck is being chased by a very angry jerico-- yOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!

--I was just having brekkie babe!-- Chuck yelled back, barely evading the pillow jerico was using to plummet him-- bloody hell!

--BREKKIE MY ASS!. CHUCK HANSEN VENI PARA ACA QUE TE VOY A HACER MIERDA!-- (Chuck hansen come here ill kick your ass!) She yelled, throwing the pillow again and hitting him square in the back of the neck, making him let out an "oomf" sound.

The technicians only sighed deeply, some things never change.

《♡♡♡♡》

--Are all those cups of coffee for you?-- jerico asked leaning on the kitchen counter.

Tendo, who had sneaked into the Shatterdome's kitchen, was holding maybe four cups, two on each hand plus a donut to munch on-- Pentecost wants me on overwatch until we make sure nothings gonna come out again, and after pitfall Ive been sleeping like dogshit...sorry honey, I know you dont like me doing these things

Jeri sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, which he gladly returned, awkwardly hugging her waist-- let me Carry some for you, then?

He nodded and handed him two mugs, and while hes distracted she takes a bite from his donut.

--Hey wait a minute! Somebody stole a bite from my donut!-- he exclaimed looking at her.

--Oh thats a crime!-- jeri said playing dumb

He raised a brow with a smirk on his face -- wonder who did it

--Dont you mean who DONUT it?

He snorted and rolled his eyes-- alright you...

She helped him Carry his worrying ammounts of coffee towards LOCCENT, once there, he sets them down on a nearby table and he sits on his Office chair.

--This Seat taken?-- jerico asked.

--Doll ,thats my lap?

--Did I stutter?

He chuckled and patted his thigh-- no ma'am

Jeri sat on his lap and he hugged her waist-- ya dont gotta Keep me company

--Ill stay for a bit

--I dont think ill be able to get anythin' done with you around -- he teased.

--Too bad

Jerico did eventually leave to sleep like normal people do, but not before kissing her boyfriend good night and bring him another donut.

By the time morning arrived and nothing came through the now closed breach, tendo reached his bedroom and barely had any energy to change and lay down.

He noticed his girlfriend asleep with one of his shirts, he chuckles and pulls her against his chest, spooning her.

Finally, he could get some well deserved rest.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--I still cant Belive you two considered jumping off of S.E, hes what?, 250 feet tall? Are you guys out of your mind?!

--Okay look-- Chuck started, speaking like a kid who was caught doing something he shouldnt-- we were good as dead up there and there was nothing we could do

--But we werent going to actually jump!-- Herc explained with his hands up.

--i saw you looking down at the sea-- she noted.

--Yeah well...

Like father like son, both just looked away, slouching and smiling nervously.

Jerico pulled them close for a hug, and they hugged back.-- you dont have to worry about us-- Chuck whispered caressing her hair.

--it wouldnt be the dumbest thing we've done

--I know.. its just..- Youre telling me youve done dumber things than considering jumping from a 250 ft robot?

--uhhhhhh

--How are you still alive?!-- she asks.

--Dunno-- Chuck admitted.

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

Raleigh was quietly working out, doing push Ups in his room while jerico sat on his back, she was way lighter than him but the added Weight could be felt.

-- once i heard someone describe you as "an annoying cowboy" -- jeri commented, drinking from her tea and Reading the news on her phone.

--Thats a good way to describe me -- he agreed.

--I preffer handsome cowboy-- she flirted.

--Oh so you think im handsome?

--My Man, we've been dating for a couple of years now, of course I think youre handsome

He laughed-- I remember you being the envy of the world, dating me and my brother

Jerico flicked him on the back of his head-- dont let it get to your head, becket

-- hey!-- he exclaimed-- mean

--Love you too

Raleigh laughed, shaking his head-- love you too, honey

《♡♡♡♡》

Chuck sighed, working on striker eureka's repair was hard work.

He was hungry, maybe he should get something to eat...

Wiping the sweat off of his brow, hes about to stand up when he feels something slap his bicep-- hey handsome-- jeri said, sitting besides him-- lunch

She handed him a sándwich wrapped in plastic, so that was what she used to hit him

--Brought you cold water and lamingtons

--Why havent I married you yet?-- he asked taking the food and unwrapping his lunch.

-- baby we are married though?-- she showed him the ring.

--Yeah but i mean, a Real wedding? One that is officiated by someone else than tendo?

--once the shatterdome is shut down we can have our wedding

He nodded pulling her closer-- nothing more romantic than eating lunch infront of a 250 FT robot

--Youre always so thoughtfull

--Ah well, I try my best, Cheers

Both of them clinked their sandwiches toghether-- cheers!-- jeri squeals.

As far as she was concerned, this was a perfect date.

《♡♡♡♡》

--Herc! Im bored!-- jerico said, making some snacks for her and her boyfriend.

--Hello,bored,im herc-- herc replied, not looking up from the lovely paperwork stacker had given him.(sarcasm intended).

--Haha, so funny-- she set the plates on the desk and sat on his lap.

The Man looks up and grabs one of the snacks eating from it-- I know, im hilarious

--And then you wonder where Chuck's asshole behavior came from -- jeri teased.

--Mean -- herc simply replies.

She sticks her tongue out and both just stare at eachother,to then laugh and resume what they were doing.

Some hours later, jerico decided to do something about her boredom, grabbing one of the old tape players herc had and turning it on,deciding to slide in a cassete tape labeled " 60s music".

Soft music started to play, slow rythm and with a jazzy feel to it.

Herc barely registers it as hes neck deep in work.

--Oh what lovely music, shame I dont have someone to dance with!-- she exclaimed with fake sorrow, the back of her hand on her forehead and the other on her chest-- if only there was a handsome ranger around here to dance with!

The Man turns to her and raises a brow-- sorry honey, these documents are important

--herc! Youve been working on them all day! Cmon!

He sighed and stood up, taking one of her hands in his-- fear not,your ranger has arrived-- Hercules decided to play along, because the alternatives werent as fun

--My hero!-- jeri exclaims, putting one hand on his shoulder while his free arm held her waist.

Both rock back and forth, her face on his chest, his chin on the crown of her head.

They danced along to the rythm, quiet and domestic bliss.

He spins her around and pulls her back to him, their faces Inches away-- hey~ -- he flirts.

--hey...-- she whispers.

--mind if I kiss ya?-- herc asks with a low voice.

--Go on ahead, ranger

He kisses her, holding her Gently but tightly against him, and she gladly kisses back, hugging his neck.

That paperwork could surely wait.

《♡♡♡♡》

--And then the bastard says that I dont have a girlfriend!-- newt exclaims while sitting on his girlfriend's lap-- can you Belive it? So of course I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of you! Chau wad talking shit!

Jerico laughed, ruffling her boyfriends hair-- well, youre adorable, how couldnt you get a girlfriend?

--i am so lucky to have you though...Nerdy, intelligent, curious? Its like we are made for eachother! -- he squealed, pressing his forehead against hers.-- love you, baby

--Love you too, babe

He gave her a gentle kiss before asking-- wanna hear something cool I found out about kaijus?

--Uh yeah???? Of course!

And off he went to infodump on his New discovery. Oh how much jerico loved newt.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

--Youre such a stick in the Mud-- jerico told stacker while they were baking.

--Stick in the Mud? Really?-- he asked, bumping her with his hip.

--Yeah! You never laugh, or make jokes...you even chastisied tendo because he called slattern a big bitch!

--Well we were at work! He cant just say things like that-- pentecost tried to defend himself.

--stick. In. The. Mud. -- jeri repeated sounding very sure of herself.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the icing he was using to decorate the cookies and putting some on his finger, to then boop his companions nose leaving icing all over It.

She gasps and turns to her, but then a cloud of flour hit her-- sTACKER!

pentecost laughs but then flour hits him in the face.

--Thats how its going to be huh?-- he challenged and soon a flour war was started.

The shatterdome's kitchen staff looked at the pair in disbelief. Soon more people joined to watch the spectacle as stacker chased jerico around the kitchen, both holering with laughter and child like joy.

Pentecost ended up catching jeri, squeezing her like a plushie and laughing alongside her.

They did finish the cookies however, and after cleaning the mess they made, both enjoyed them in the comforts of stacker's room.

Stacker Pentecost was a Man that didnt allow himself a lot of joyous or child like moments, but when he did, not only were they a thing to behold but also incredibly worth it.

[obxlife]

Empanadas and Alfajores (JJ x Latina!Reader)

A/N: Yes finally a Latina reader. I am so excited about this! I’m going to be writing with a lot of Spanish in between but the most important parts are going to be in English. Also I got super carried away with this but I just love it!

Pairing: JJ x Latina!Reader

Word count: 5,843

Request: Heyy!! Could you do one with JJ where she id new yo de obx and she talks spanish and ks very sassy? I don't know If It makes sense. Ty♥️

Warnings: Swearing (both English and Spanish) and a lot of FLUFF

EMPANADAS AND ALFAJORES

The Outer Banks did not have many Latino families. You had investigated this before moving, and you were sure that, due to the fact that there weren’t many of them, discrimination towards your family was sure to come. 

You were moving to the Outer Banks from South California due to your father’s job. He worked as a lawyer, and he had heard about a job opportunity on the islands. 

This was what brought you here. To Kildare County. 

You hated it. Leaving your friends behind and submerging yourself into a community that was sure to not treat your family well. From what you had seen during the drive to your new house, most of the island’s residents looked pretty conservative. 

You were worried about your parents, mostly. You and your siblings could speak English almost perfectly, but your parents still had accents that proved that they were immigrants. 

Along with the fact that your family was bilingual, you were pretty sure you looked Latino as well. All of you had skin that was naturally tan, and dark brown hair that was long. You just felt as if people could tell you weren’t truly from the United States, and that would often make you nervous. 

You envied the Latinos with white skin. The ones that were descendants of Europeans and had adopted the Latino culture. They were just as Latino as you and your family were, but they didn’t suffer from even half of the harassment you had to endure. 

Despite all of the discrimination you had lived because of your origins, you liked being Latina. It defined you. And it was something you would never change about yourself. 

The car parked, and your younger siblings, which were triplets and a nightmare, hopped out of the car in front of the one you were seated in. They had been excited to move, and couldn’t wait to explore the new house you were all going to live in. Your father had been the one to sacrifice himself and drive them, while you and your mother were driving behind him, alone in the smaller car your family owned. 

Your mother sighed, not wanting to deal with the three small children yet. So, she turned to you. “Mi amor, I know this isn’t what you wanted, pero te prometo que it will be okay.”

You only nodded, pursing your lips together and twiddling your thumbs. “Can I go out and just walk around or something? Puedo volver before it’s late.”

Knowing how much the move was taking a toll on you, your mother nodded her head. Then she exited the car and began to scold your siblings, yelling at them in fluent and angry Spanish. 

“¿Cuántas veces les tengo que decir que se comporten? ¡Lucy, vuelve ahora! ¡Diego, Lucas, no la empujen!”

Rolling your eyes, you reached for the handle of the car and left. You pulled your hair into a ponytail before heading down your driveway and towards a restaurant you had seen on the way. 

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‘The Wreck.’

That was what the sign of the restaurant said. You imagined it was a hit with the tourist, seeing as it was strategically placed between two beaches which were filled with people. You spared a look inside and noticed that the restaurant was also packed. However, there was an empty seat at the counter. 

Opening the door, you walked in with as much confidence as you could muster. Your confidence fell when you crashed into a body and tumbled to the floor. 

“Mierda,” you muttered out while standing up. You rubbed your hand over your butt and looked down to find that before you lay a dark-skinned boy. 

“Ay, Dios mío, I am so sorry,” you told him, extending your hand out for him to take. He did, and with your help he stood up. 

He shook his head. “Don´t worry, it was my fault.”

“Are you kidding? I literally rammed into you. I don’t know who I thought I was, stumbling in here like that.”

The boy just laughed. “It’s fine, really. By the way, are you new here or something? I’m pretty sure there’s no one in Kildare that speaks Spanish.”

You nodded softly, expecting the classic questions to follow from his lips. Where are you actually from? How long have you lived here? 

“Oh, cool. So you moved here?”

You nodded again. “Yeah, I moved into the yellow house on Gordon Street.”

“Oh, really? I live right around the corner from there! And my dad owns the market by the docks, just two streets over from Gordon.”

“Oh, nice. So have you lived here for a while?” you were trying to make small talk, as you had liked the boy standing before you and he had been nice enough to speak to you. 

“Try my whole life. But it’s fine. I love it here.”

You smiled at him as you both moved to the side, allowing someone else to exit through the door you had been blocking. He suddenly stretched his hand out. “I’m Pope.”

You smiled. “I’m Y/N.”

While still being connected by your hands, Pope almost fell onto you because of a boy that had jumped on his back. The boy was blond and white and had spiky teeth that reminded you of the stories your mother would tell you about the Chupacabras. His blue eyes were shiny and alight with mischief, reminding you of Diego and Lucas. 

Pope let go of your hand and tried to push the boy off. “JJ! What is wrong with you?”

JJ laughed, getting off Pope and wrapping a hand around his shoulder. “Just came to see why you were taking so long in the bathroom. We were waiting for you, bubba.”

JJ then turned towards you and his jaw fell slack. You didn’t take notice of this, as you were looking at Pope, who said, “Yeah, I was held up by Y/N here. She’s new in the OBX.”

JJ shook his head lightly, trying to act normal. “Pleasure to meet you, baby.”

You didn’t like that. At all. You hated when guys were just the biggest flirts, and this guy seemed to fit right into that category. 

You rolled your eyes a bit, not trying to come off as rude, and took the outstretched hand he placed in the space between you. You held onto it, shaking up and down before trying to let go. He wouldn’t let you. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

“Ay, por favor. I’ll do what I want,” your sassiness broke out. You covered your mouth with your hands and widened your eyes. You couldn’t believe you had already been sassy to someone. In the place where you lived before you had gotten into a lot of problems for being sassy, and you had promised your parents that you were going to control yourself here in the Outer Banks. 

Pope pressed a balled-up hand to his mouth trying not to laugh as JJ’s expression fell. Pope couldn’t contain his laughs any longer and broke out, while JJ shoved him and smiled towards you. 

“Sassy and you speak Spanish? You’re a dream, Mamacita,” he tried to flirt with you once again. You groaned out loud this time. The boys seemed to enjoy your sassiness, so you decided not to hold back. 

“Look here, Papi,” you spoke, sarcasm dripping from each word. “If I wanted to flirt with you I would have done it by now. Y por favor, don’t call me ‘Mamacita’ ever again.”

JJ was bewildered. He had never met anyone that had flat out rejected him before. Staring at you, he tuned out the world around him and ignored the conversation that was going on between you and Pope. He watched Pope grab onto your arm and drag you to where the rest of the Pogues were. And JJ stood there, staring at you go along with his best friend. 

He decided that he really liked the view. 

Catching up to the two of you, JJ ran to be by your side. He reached your arm just as Pope was done presenting you to Kie and John B.

You smiled at them and began to speak to them casually, getting to know them better. They were making you laugh, even JJ, and you were happy that they were there to cheer you up. If they became your friends, you wouldn’t really mind moving away from your previous home as much as you imagined. They seemed fun and adventurous and nice and loyal. And they seemed a lot more diverse than other groups of teens you had seen. 

You had decided that they would be your friends.

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Diego, Lucas, and Lucy were a mess. A mess meaning that they were a royal pain in the ass. And sometimes you were the one that had to take care of them, especially when your parents went out for business dinners or dinner dates. 

You had been living in the OBX for about three months now, and your father was trying to sign a business deal with some real estate companies that ruled the rich side of the island. That was why you were staying home tonight instead of heading out with one of the Pogues like you usually would. They had asked you to babysit.

You were happy in the OBX, much to your surprise. Discrimination towards your family didn’t happen often, and you were always defended by your friends. It was mainly the rich that were offensive, but it became easier and easier to ignore them once you realized that everybody else on the island did that as well.

“¡Callense!” you screamed out at the triplets who were screaming at the TV screen. “I’m trying to concentrate over here.”

Your homework lay before you on the table, and you could barely concentrate on it with all of the screams in your house. School had started recently, and it was a lot harder than your previous one. The Pogues would sometimes help you (mostly Kie and Pope), but you liked trying to do things on your own first. If you couldn’t do it then you would call one of the brainiacs over to help you. 

Another scream left Lucy’s mouth and you groaned again. You were going to need help with them.

You fished your phone out of your bag that was resting on the table. You opened the messenger app and sent a message to your group chat.

Y/N: HELP! I’m babysitting for my parents and the three devils are driving me insane. Can someone please come over?

Pope: Sorry, Y/N. I’m working with my dad tonight.

Kie: I’m working a shift! Sorry babes.

The hottest boy ever: I’m coming over!

You glared at the name JJ had put to his contact and changed it back to what you originally had saved it as: Imbécil. 

You sighed now having to deal with JJ too. Whatever, at least maybe he could distract your siblings and leave you alone so that you could study. 

Not even twenty minutes later you heard a knock on your door. JJ stood there grinning from ear to ear. 

“Hey, Mami,” he said. ‘Mami’ had become his new nickname for you, even though you hated it. You felt like one of those stereotyped Latinas on TV. 

“Hey, loser.”

He frowned but then brought his hand up to your hair and ruffled it. You swatted his hands away and opened the door wider for him to come in. He brushed past you, your arms coming into brief contact. Tingles rose from the contact.

You hated the fact that you were attracted to JJ. He was funny and hot, you had to admit, but he was also the most infuriating person ever. He liked to push your buttons and bother you to no end. The worst part of it all was that Kie said that he was trying to flirt with you. 

You had scoffed. “Como si de verdad te creyera.”

You closed the front door and walked to catch up with JJ. He was almost at the living room door before you held onto his hand and pulled him around. 

“What?” he asked you. 

“I just want you to know that they’re extremely annoying and loud. So just -- be ready.”

He nodded before joking, “I’m all of those things too, Mami.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, how could I forget? I was just warning you, idiota, but whatever.”

With that, both you and JJ walked into the room where your siblings were. The loud seven-year-olds were still screaming. They stopped when they saw JJ at the door. 

“¡Un cabeza de pipí!” Diego exclaimed. Your face dropped with mortification at what he said, and you hoped that Lucy and Lucas would not translate what their triplet had screamed a few moments ago.

“Diego!” you screeched out.

“What does that mean?” JJ asked under his breath, turning towards you. He hadn’t met your siblings ever, and he was surprised to find them laughing at him. “Did he say something funny? Should I laugh?”

You smiled at him, trying to pretend as if your brother had said a joke for everyone. “Yeah, just laugh along with him.”

JJ began to laugh, not very sure of his actions, and this only egged your siblings to continue laughing at the blond boy by your side. 

When you sobered up you scolded your brother in Spanish, making sure that JJ did not understand a thing about what was going on. You made your siblings promise to speak English and to be nice to JJ (you knew your mother would be mad if she heard a word about this).

“¿Lo prometen?”

They only nodded. With that, you turned towards the table you were working at but noticed your stomach grumble. Looking at the time on your wristwatch, you turned to the kitchen instead, realizing that it was almost dinner time. At least for you, it was. Your parents had always disliked how people in the States ate extremely early, and they had maintained the custom of eating at around eight o’clock (which would have been early if you still lived in your country of origin). 

“JJ have you had dinner yet?” you called out to him. You could hear him talking to your siblings and asking their names. 

“No! Why?” you stayed silent as you began to cook. Empanadas sounded great about right now, so that was what you decided to make. You placed your phone on the counter, playing some of Morat’s, a Colombian band’s, songs. You whispered along to the lyric and danced a little as you continued to hear JJ talk and joke around with the kids. He suddenly appeared in the kitchen with Lucy on his shoulders and one boy hanging on each of his legs. 

“I need help,” he spoke out. You set the dough you were kneading down and spun around to face them. 

“A ver, sueltenlo. Vayan a ponerse pijama por mientras. Y vengan en veinte minutos para comer.”

With that, the boys had sped off to their rooms, and Lucy wiggled to get off JJ. He reached up and set her on the ground. As she followed behind Lucas and Diego, JJ asked, “What are you making?”

He turned his back to the counter and stretched his legs before him. His hands were rested on the tabletop, making his elbows bend back. His green hat was blocking the kitchen’s light from his eyes and his blue shirt was tight against his body from his position. His face was looking in your direction, as you began to spread the dough and roll it out. 

“Empanadas.”

JJ frowned. “What are they?”

You laughed a little before replying. “They’re fried dough with filling inside. The filling can be sweet or salty, but where I’m from, we normally eat them with cheese or pino, which is meat with some seasoning. But we’re not frying it cause I’m too lazy.”

JJ nodded. His eyes were trained on your fingers, looking at you leave the dough to rest as you began to work on the filling. Only then did he notice you were slightly dancing to the music coming out from your phone. He tried to strain his ears to listen to it until he caught on to the fact that he didn’t understand anything at all. It was in Spanish. 

“What are you listening to?”

You kept on swaying around, almost done with the meat filling for the empanadas. You placed it in a bowl before turning to him. “It’s a Colombian group called Morat.”

JJ raised his eyebrows at you, surprised that for once you were responding to him in the same manner you would usually reply to Pope. 

You kept on preparing dinner, not even realizing what he had realized about you. However, you felt JJ staring at you, so you decided to ask, “Do you want to help?”

The blond boy was surprised. He was bad at cooking but you seemed to be working on the easiest part of the process. He had noticed you scoop up some of the fillings onto the circular cuts of dough and folding them in half. He nodded at you. 

“Okay, so you have to scoop only one spoonful of the pino onto the dough. Then you fold the dough in half after putting a bit of water onto the edges of the dough. Like this.”

You showed him how to dip his finger into the little cup with water before rubbing the water onto the whole circular edge of the dough. You looked back at JJ, his eyes concentrated on your finger. 

“After that, you fold the dough in half. But make sure that the stuffing is far away from the edge. And then, using a fork, you press the edges down so that the empanada is sealed and complete.”

JJ nodded, finding the instructions easy enough. He began to help you, shooting glances at you every once in a while. You didn’t seem to notice at all, completely concentrated on the music (which you were singing under your breath) and on the food. Once you had both finished, JJ helped you place the empanadas onto a tray so that you could put them in the oven. 

Closing the door of the oven you headed towards your phone, deciding to change the music up a bit. You played one of your old playlists, which contained some of Reik’s old music, as well as some Juanes and Miguel Bosé. Shifting around the kitchen, you moved JJ aside to clean the counter and to wash the items you had used to prepare the empanadas. JJ was enchanted by you, watching you dance around and sing to the music he couldn’t understand at all. All he could understand was that he was slowly but surely falling for you.

Just as you were done washing, Lucy came into the kitchen. She was wearing her pajamas and she had clearly showered. Her wet hair was enough fo you to know that. 

“¿Me puedes cepillar el pelo?” she asked you holding up her hairbrush. You shook your head saying, “Iba a hacer el postre. Pero JJ te lo puede cepillar, si quieres.”

Lucy nodded at your suggestion. You turned towards the blond boy that was still staring at you, transfixed on your mouth that always seemed to look kissable. 

“JJ? Would you mind brushing Lucy´s hair?”

Even if JJ didn’t want to do it, he couldn’t say no to you or to your sister’s puppy eyes. He nodded his head as Lucy pressed her brush into his large hand and turned towards him. He didn’t know what he was doing but he tried his best, basing his actions on what he had seen in movies and TV shows. He tried to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to pull her hair out or anything. 

In the meantime you analyzed what you could prepare for dessert. You noticed that you had some butter cookies and some dulce de leche. If you had chocolate then you could prepare alfajores. Checking the pantry you noticed that there was chocolate. Excitedly you pulled out the ingredients. 

“Where’s Diego and Lucas?” JJ asked Lucy as he was halfway done with her hair. Her curly hair was long, and it took him a lot longer than he had expected to brush her hair. 

“They started watching a movie.”

“Why didn’t you watch it with them?”

“Because I need to comb my hair,” Lucy stated. The tone of voice she used made it seem as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. JJ laughed, being reminded of the sassy tone you would usually use with him. 

“You’re so sassy, Lucy. Just like Y/N,” JJ confessed. This earned an offended gesture from both of the girls in the kitchen. He only laughed harder. 

You put the chocolate in a bowl and in the microwave. Lucy realized this and asked, “¿Estás haciendo alfajores?”

You nodded, causing her to smile. You smiled back at her, glad that she was just as excited for dessert as you were. Right at that moment JJ said, “All done, princess.”

Lucy beamed at what he called her before running off with her hairbrush in her hand. JJ stood from his spot and walked to you, noticing how you opened the cookies and the dulce de leche. 

“What are you making now?”

“Alfajores. It’s dulce de leche between two butter cookies and dipped in chocolate.”

JJ’s eyes widened at how good they sounded (even if he really wasn’t sure what dulce de leche was) and grabbed two cookies. He began to help you. 

Little feet could be heard running through the house, and Lucy returned to the kitchen. She pulled a chair right between you and JJ and stood on it. Her little fingers latched onto two cookies, wanting to help. 

“JJ, put some dulce de leche on Lucy’s cookies,” you told him as the microwave began to beep. You put some kitchen gloves on knowing that the bowl was going to be hot, and pulled it out. Setting it onto the counter you began to mix the chocolate around. “C’mere, Lucy, you can dunk the alfajores in the chocolate.”

Lucy gave the cookies she was holding to JJ and grabbed onto one of the already made cookie sandwiches. She dumped it into the chocolate and then pulled it out, placing it on a plate that would go into the freezer later. You helped her through the process, making sure that her chocolate-covered fingers didn’t touch the counter or her clothes. 

JJ paused his actions halfway. He was on the last pair of cookies, but he couldn’t help but stare at you and your sister. You were both singing the lyrics to whatever song was coming from your phone, only stopping to speak to each other in Spanish. Your hair was in a bun on the top of your head and Lucy’s was tied back. Both of you would scrunch your nose up at the same time when dipping the cookies into the chocolate, and you would both laugh together when the cookie would slip from your grasps. 

Shaking his head, JJ decided to finish the last cookie sandwich. Ever since you had arrived at the OBX, he had tried to get over the fact that you were clearly not into him, but that didn’t seem to work at all. The more he tried to push you out of his head, the more he felt he liked you. 

Once you had finished preparing the alfajores, you passed the plate to Lucy for her to put into the freezer as you began to wash the bowl you had used. JJ approached you and began to dry the dished that were already washed from before, when you had finished the empanadas. 

“You know? You’re a good sister,” JJ said suddenly. Your cheeks grew warm and you smiled at the compliment. It was true. Even though you would often deny it, you loved your siblings more than anything. 

Trying to ignore the feelings that rose from JJ’s compliments you replied, “What? No ‘Mami’ this time?”

JJ laughed but shook his head. He continued to help you around the kitchen, setting the table with you and pulling the empanadas out. 

“Can you go get the triplets, please?” you asked him. 

JJ went into the living room where Diego and Lucas were staring at the TV screen. “Your sister says it’s time for dinner.”

The two younger boys turned towards the blond, curiosity in their eyes. “Are you our sister’s boyfriend?”

JJ’s eyes widened, as Lucy walked into the room. “Yes, he is!”

“No, I’m not, Lucy.” He turned to the boys. “I’m not.”

The boys just giggled along with their female triplet, before jumping over the sofa and pounding into the kitchen. JJ simply pressed his hands to his blushing cheeks, ordering them to go back to normal before stepping into the kitchen. 

When he stepped back into the room that was now filled with Y/L/Ns, he noticed you were serving the empanadas onto everybody’s plates. Two for each of the triplets and three for him and you, each. He smiled before sitting down in the seat next to. 

“No coman con las manos. Mamá se enoja si hacen eso,” you reminded your siblings as they reached for the food with their hands. Begrudgingly they took hold of their cutlery. 

JJ cut the first empanada into smaller pieces and brought one of them up to his mouth. It was amazing. His eyes were wide as Diego laughed at his reaction. You turned to look at him and smiled. 

“You like them?”

JJ moved his head up and down, shoving more empanada into his mouth. He couldn’t wait to try the alfajores.

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Once the triplets were in bed you moved to the couch to work on your homework as JJ watched a movie. He had his legs perched on top of the coffee table before the couch and your legs were thrown across his lap. His right hand rested on one of your calves, moving from left to right, distracting you from your homework. You were too tired to do it anyway, so you placed it onto the coffee table. 

Turning towards the TV you noticed that it was in Spanish and frowned.

“Why are you watching it in Spanish?” you asked JJ.

JJ shushed you, before whispering, “So I can learn.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up, removing your legs from his lap. He pouted at the loss of contact but his eyes never left the screen. You pushed your body closer to him so that your legs were touching. 

“Why do you want to learn Spanish?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what he would answer.

Your voice was almost a whisper, and suddenly the air around the both of you seemed to thicken. JJ finally broke his stare away from the TV to your eyes, before smiling. “So that I can understand you.”

You blushed but didn’t turn away from him. “Why would you want to do that?”

Now JJ blushed. “Because I want to get to know you better. Believe it or not, I think you’re really cool and sassy and different from everybody I know. And I want to know you. All of you. And your culture and being able to speak Spanish is a part of you.”

Your smile widened to the largest JJ had ever seen it. You wrapped your arms around JJ, almost wanting to cry. Nobody had ever cared enough about you to learn about your culture and to learn Spanish or to even show an interest in learning those things. You felt a single tear escape your right eye, not even realizing it until JJ had pulled you back and swiped his thumb under your eye. JJ smiled at you, his hands on your waist.

“No one’s ever done that for me before,” you told him.

“Then I’m happy I’m the first.”

You hugged him again. With his arms still around your body, you said, “If you want I can teach you how to speak Spanish.”

“Nah,” JJ said while shaking his head. “I bet you’re too sassy to be a teacher.”

You pulled back and lightly punched his chest. “Shut up.”

JJ only continued to laugh and pulled you towards him again. 

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“Yo me nombro JJ.”

“Wrong.”

“Yo soy nombre JJ.”

“Wrong.”

“Yo tengo nombre JJ.”

“Still wrong,” you sighed. 

“I give up! Spanish is too hard for me,” JJ replied as he fell down onto your bed. 

It had been a two weeks since you had offered to teach him Spanish, and you had spent almost every afternoon after school together trying to teach him. But he wasn’t good at all.

“You got this JJ. I swear it’s only practice,” you told him, rubbing a hand up and down his arm to comfort him. He latched onto the fingers of that hand and pulled you down on top of him. He enveloped you in his arms and said, “Let’s just nap together.”

You groaned and laughed at the same time. “You’re never going to learn if you convince me to nap every afternoon.”

“I don’t care,” he said in his usual sleepy voice. “Just speak to me in Spanish for a couple of minutes and I’ll be out.”

As you began to talk about random things in your room (JJ would occasionally stop you at words he knew), you began to move your hands up and down his chest in small circles. Over the past week, the amount of body contact between you two had exponentially grown. You went from not touching each other ever to cuddling and napping together. The Pogues had felt this shift in your relationship, as well, and would often tease you and JJ. 

“What happened between you guys?” Kie had asked one afternoon you had gone with her to the Wreck. You shrugged your shoulder, as you truly didn’t know. 

Something had changed between the two of you the day he had helped you take care of your siblings, and now he was over at your house all the time. Your parents loved him (even though they teased you because he couldn’t speak Spanish and you had always said you would date someone who could speak Spanish), and he spent almost as much time with you as he did messing around with the triplets. You loved that he got on amazingly with your family, and you loved how he would ask everybody in your house about your customs and traditions and culture. 

You continued to speak in Spanish until you were certain he had fallen asleep. Then, you slipped out of his arms and began to work on your homework. You concentrated on it for an hour, until you grew way too frustrated with it to continue. 

“¡Pero que estupidez!” you exclaimed while shoving it in your backpack. You heard JJ chuckle behind you, startling you. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I woke up a while ago,” he said, stretching. “You wanna go downstairs and cook something?”

That had become your activity together. Cooking something traditional of the Latino culture. He had loved the empanadas and the alfajores so much that he had wanted to try everything there was to eat in your culture. 

“We could try making cocadas,” you told him. “But I’ve never made them before.”

JJ hummed and closed his eyes again. He was still tired for some reason. He stretched his hands out for you to take only to pull you down on top of him. “Then let’s stay here. I don’t want to cook with your mom right now.”

You frowned. “I thought you loved my mom.”

JJ nodded. “I do, but your dad told me that you always giggle about me with her. He said you were being mean.”

That was true. You blushed and hid your face in his hands. “Sorry. We just find you cute, though.”

JJ smirked, opening his eyes and looking down at you. “You find me cute, Mami?”

You groaned. “I hate that nickname.”

“I know,” JJ laughed out, breathily. “That’s exactly why I use it.”

You stayed in silence, staring at each other. Your fingers danced across his feature, tracing the outline of his nose and of his cheekbones. JJ did the same to your features but with his eyes. You leaned a little closer to him, wanting to brush your fingers by his hairline, but the movement had surprised him and caused one of his hands to move to your waist. 

“Hey,” he brought you out of your actions, making you separate your hand from his face. You looked down at his eyes and put your hand to your side. He quickly grabbed it and placed it on his face again. 

“Hola,” you said while continuing to trace his features. 

“How do you say ‘I love you’ in Spanish?”

His voice was soft and velvety. You liked how it reached your ears, and his statement made your cheeks blush. 

“Well, there’s two ways to say it. The first is ‘Te quiero’ and you mainly use that in a platonic way. It’s for your family and friends. Or for someone you’re dating but aren’t ready to actually say ‘I love - love you’ yet.”

JJ nodded in understanding. “What about the other way?”

“The other way is ‘Te amo’ which is more romantic,” you said as your fingers fell down the bridge of his nose. 

He stared at you, trying to imagine what you would say and react if he said what he wanted to say to you right now. He didn’t know if you would want him to say what he wanted to say, or if you would even understand him through his bad pronunciation.

“Y/N,” he called out. You hummed in response, your finger tracing his right eyebrow. “Te amo.”

Your finger froze right in the middle of his right eyebrow. You looked down from your finger into his eyes. 

“Really?”

JJ’s cheeks were flushed. More than you had ever seen them. “I - I don’t actually know. All I know is that I feel great with you and that you make me happy and that I want to learn Spanish for you. No other girl has made me want to learn something for them.”

You smiled at what JJ said. “You make me happy, too.”

JJ didn’t even hesitate when he connected your lips. He pressed his hand to your neck and the other to your waist as you moved your hands to the back of his neck. He brought you a feeling of tranquility and of excitement all at the same time. Your heart seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time. Your lungs seemed to inhale and exhale at the same time. Your stomach seemed to swallow itself and explode at the same time. You loved every moment of the kiss, and you could feel both of your smiles pressed together. 

Once you both pulled away, you sighed and continued to trace his face as if nothing happened. 

“How do you say kiss?” he asked you a few seconds later. His voice was a bit deeper than before and you giggled. 

“Beso.”

“Can I ‘beso’ you again?” JJ asked, making you stare down at him. 

“Wrong!”

“I don’t care, just kiss me already.”

And so you did.

[professormembranexreader]

MembranexMale!Reader(Fluff)

Y/N POV

Knock knock knock. My knuckles rapped on the door to the Membrane household. Heavy, clunky footsteps resounded through the house as I instinctively stepped back.

"hELLOOOO Y/NN!!!" A big red fish kinda thing that vaguely resembled Membrane opened the door. Apparently, this was the creation of the one weird kid with that skin condition. But who knows?

"wOUld yOU liKE sOme sUper pUdding??" The kids had nicknamed the 'clone' Clembrane, which was a surprisingly good fit. I shook my head and grinned.

"No thanks, Clem. Is your 'imposter' here?" I asked, giggling.

"OH!! yEssirEE AUO'LL gEt Him WIGHT NOWWW!!" The fishy and round clone turned to the inside of the house. "MEMBWAAAANE!!! YOUW BOYFWIEND IS HEREEE!" He turned back to me with a large smile on his face. He made the motion for me to hook my arm with his to go inside. Laughing, I took his offer and stepped in.

Gaz was sitting in front of the TV, playing some game with her GameSlave hooked up to it.

"Hey Y/N," she grunted. Despite her not being able to see me, I waved back a hello.

Loud but calm footsteps filled the hallways as you smiled. He always hates it when Clem says you're his boyfriend.

"GAH! YOU KNOW WE AREN'T DA-" Membrane finally materialized in the hallway and looked at me. He didn't have his lab coat on for once and instead was wearing boxer shorts, a stained tank-top, and a surgical mask covering the lower half of his face.

"Oh, hello Y/N, would you like me to cook somethi-"

Gaz turned around, opening one of her eyes giving him a cold stare. "Don't." She slowly turned back to her game as Membrane remained shocked, and rather scared.

With a shaky breath, he softly sighed. "Would you like anything-?" Gaz shot him a glare "that I don't have to cook?"

I laughed and shook my head. "You?"

"I DO! Y/N CAN COOK GOOD I WANT PIZZA!"Gaz yelled from the other room. Membrane shook his head.

"Would you mind?" He asked. Despite his eyes being covered by his glasses, I could tell he was giving me puppy dog eyes.

I smirked and nodded. "For you~" I joked, cupping his cheek with my hand. The uncovered portion of his face turned red as he sputtered a series of flustered mumbles. God, he's so cute.

Since Membrane wasn't allowed to cook anything at all, there wasn't anything other than junk food in the house. Sighing, I patted his head.

"Gotta go to the store watch the kids for me," I yelled before I left.

BRIEF MEMBRANE POV

"Jeez. The tension between you two is so thick not even the MegaUltraShiningBlade could cut it."

"Gaz. Honey. Please don't interfere with Daddy's love life." After a second he muttered, "Te amo mucho, pero no puedes. Por favor...para."

~time skip to when y/n gets back from the store and lets just say after you cooked the food~

Y/N POV

"Dinner," I said dramatically, "is served!" Membrane smiled under his mask. "Gaz, could you go get your brother from the weird kid's house?"

"Yeah sure." She said. Right before she walked out the door, she shouted, "DAD HAS SOMETHING TO TELL YOU BYE!"

I looked at my blushing scientist and smirked, "Oh really? And what might that be?" Membrane turned bright red as he covered his face with his robotic hands. He made some incoherent mumbles; the most notable being "idntwnnatewyu". I giggled and moved his hands away.

"Something tells me it has to do with me~" I teased. He mumbled some more.

"What was that, I couldn't hear you~!"

"Umm..." He paused, fumbling with his metal fingers, "mierda, TE AMO!"

I blushed. From my time with the Membranes, I'd picked up on a bit of Spanish.

Hesitantly, I smiled. "Te amo también." Behind his goggles, his eyes lit up. He picked me up and swirled me around the room. I hung onto his neck for dear life, but I knew he wouldn't let anything hurt me.

Before I knew it, I felt thin, warm lips pressed against mine for a brief second. I gasped as he quickly set me down in shock of what just happened. His mask was off. He was so cute.

"I'm I'm so sorry that was that was that was sooo unprofessional I just-"

I cut him off with another kiss on the lips, this one more passionate than the last. He seemed surprised, but quickly melted into it. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands through his uncombed hair.

I pulled away with a smirk. "God, you're so cute~" Membrane chuckled and let go of me save for cupping my cheek.

"Dulce, I'm no mirror." He smiled. I leaned into his touch and wrapped myself in his arms.

"I love you so much. It was so hard watching you try to talk to me without turning red," I giggled. There he goes again. I sneaked a quick peck on his chin before putting his mask back up.

We stayed standing there for a while, but it didn't seem long enough.

"IT'S ABOUT TIME!" Gaz shouted as she burst down the door, Dib by her side. We both turned a vibrant crimson.

"DIB! Y/N made us pizza. Come on I'm hungry." I felt Membrane's chest vibrate as he laughed at his kids.

This felt like home.

I could get used to this.

[yourfavmagicpiano]

Chapter Three: “Shock and Drop” part 4

((No pov

Knockout groaned, shaking his helm. He felt like he’d been run over by a frieight train. As his optics adjusted to the dim lighting, he realized Arcee was unconscious beside him.

“Arcee? Arcee, wake up!” He whispered, gently shaking her frame. He was met with a groan, but her optics would not open. Knockout sighed, relieved that she was at least still alive.

“Oh? Awake already? I guess my little friend here didn’t hit you as hard as he did the femme.”

Knockout turned his head to glare at Nightshade, who was standing beside her “little friend”, the insecticon. He tried to sit up, only to feel a surge of pain in back. Damn, how hard had the big hit him?

“I’m glad you’re awake. You’re a mech of science, yes? I need a little help for a tiny little...experiment.” The seeker femme grinned menacingly, removing the lid from the container and pulling out the device.

As she was about to place the device on Knockout’s arm, the sound of something large and fast approaching from farther down the tunnel caught her attention.

“What the fu-“

S L A M!

The decepticon was hit at full force by Vogel’s train, the sound of metal scraping across the tracks echoing through the tunnels along with Nightshade’s shrieks.

“Haha! ROAD ROLLER FOR THE WIN!” Miko shouted as Nightshade curled off to the side.

“¡FOLLADA PERRA CULO TREN! ¡¿QUÉ MIERDA FUE ESO ?! ¡TE FOLLARÉ LA PIEL VIVA!” Nightshade yelled down the tunnel. “Insecticon! KILL THEM!”

The overgrown bug howled, firing at the train. It’s gunfire was intercepted by an electrical shock in the neck and gunfire from behind. Nightshade looked behind them, scowling at the sight of Arcee and Knockout being back on their feet.

“AGH! You deal with them! I’ve got a train to catch!” The seeker smacked the insecticon on the arm, before turning to chase after the relic. She silently cursed Megatron under her breath for sending her in a mission that unable her the space needed for flight.

“Follow the relic! I’ll grab Jack and Miko!” Arcee instructed.

“But what about-“

“JUST GO!”

Knockout transformed and chased after Nightshade. Arcee transformed into her motorcycle firm and led the insecticon away from him.

Meanwhile, back with the humans, Vogel switched the controls in a desperate attempt to slow down the train. Nothing worked.

“Not good!” The construction worker exclaimed. “The brake lines must’ve been torched!”

“W-We can’t stop?!” Jack yelled back, trying his hardest not to start panicking.

“N-No big deal...these tracks go around for miles, r-right Vogel?” Miko squeaked.

Vogel shook his head. “Not this one!” The computer beeped, indicating the end of the tracks, which were faster approaching.

“This track dead ends?! As in crash and burn?!” Jack stared in horror.

“I’m really starting to hate trains!” Miko fought back a scream as she spoke.

Behind them, Arcee latched onto the train, causing the haul to shake.

“Woah! What the hell was that?!” Vogel and the kids looked back. Miko rushes towards the back, Jack following closely behind her.

“ARCEE!” They clamored at the sight of the blue Autobot.

“WELCOME TO EARTH!” Vogel tried to rush forward with an axe, only for the kids to stop him.

“VOGEL, NO!”

“She’s one of the GOOD GUYS!”

Reluctantly, Vogel lowered his axe, tilting his head in confusion.

“Arcee, the brakes are shot!” Jack informed the blue Autobot.

“Is there any kind of emergency override?!” She furrowed her brow.

“N-no ma’am!” Vogel spoke up. “But...there IS a switch track control up ahead! I-If you can just adjust the pole rod!”

Arcee glanced up ahead and turned back to Vogel for confirmation.

“Y-You’ll know it when you see it! It should re-route us to another line!” He answered.

With a nod, she transformed back and sped ahead of the train.

“Did she just turn into...a motorcycle?!” Vogel looked to the kids in shock.

“Yep! And that’s not all she can-“ Behind them, the eerie scream of the Insecticon was gaining on them. “Uh oh!” Miko shuddered.

“And that would be?!”

“Trouble...” Jack answered.

[dakarimainink]

ARCH Motorbike

WARNING: 18+, smut, sex, fingering, bodily fluids, alcohol

Pairing: Jackie Welles / F!OC

Wordcount: 1,1K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. Just a super quick drabble

Summary: Isabel quit her job and goes to a bar to get a drink, where she meets Jackie Welles

Masterlist

Isabel stomps into the booming nightclub and make her way straight to the bar, shoving people to the side along the way. She sits down on one of the stools and huffs out in frustration. Her whole body feels like it is on fire from earlier and trembles of anger vibrates through her core.

The bartender mixes up her ordered drink and places it in front of her. It barely lasts a minute until she orders another stronger drink.

“Tough day?” A broad Latino clothed in a black leather jacket and golden jewellery leans on the bar next to her.

She doesn’t turn to look at him as she is served another drink. “You have no fuckin’ idea.” She fumes and takes a gulp from her drink.

He holds his hands up defensively, but with a smirk lingering on his face. “Wow, hermosa, don’t bite my head off, alright?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eye and takes another sip from her drink. “Sorry, just a really shitty day.” She is calmer.

The Latino sits down on the stool next to her and orders them both a glass of whiskey. “Tell me.”

She regards him for a moment before shrugging. “My boss yelled at me in front of everyone, so I quit my job and kneed him in the groin.”

The man shoots his eyebrows up.

“He was a creep, alright? He had tried to feel me up for weeks, when I finally said no, he got upset with me.” She explains and thanks him for the whiskey.

The man nods. “Well, served him right then.” He rises the glass and they clink them together. They throw their heads back as the liquid burn its way down their throats.

“I’m Isabel.” She introduces herself as she turns towards him for the first time.

They shake hands. “Nice to meet you, Isabel, I am Jackie.”

~~~

Drinks had been flowing between them for two hours until they finally decide to leave the club. They stumble down the road to Jackie’s place. Isabel is giggly from the alcohol and thanks to Jackie she is in a much better mood, especially when he pulled her out on the dance floor to loosen up.

Jackie doesn’t seem intoxicated compared to Isabel, even though he is indeed affected by the alcohol. He opens the garage door and the first thing Isabel sees, is his ARCH motorcycle. She gasps at the sight and steps towards it.

“That’s a really nice bike.” She mumbles and touches the leather seat of the bike.

He closes the door and steps towards her. “Thanks, it’s one of my most precious belongings.” He admits and smiles at the bike. He turns his head towards her and watches her eyes gleam towards the bike.

She finally lifts her head to him and sees the broad smirk on his face. Their eyes meet and for a moment time stops. Fuck he’s hot. Her eyes flickers to his lips.

He dips down and gently kisses her. It leaves her wanting and she rises to her tip toes to kiss him. He places his hands on her hips and pulls her closer as she wraps her arms around him. He invades her mouth with his tongue, tasting the lingering alcohol.

He trails wet kisses down her jaw and throat, leaving her gasping for air. He pulls off her coat and kisses her collarbone and the top of her chest. One hand cups her breast and feels the hard nipple underneath her dress. She grabs the folds of his jacket and pushes it off. He slides the straps of the dress down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. He bends down and catches her nipple between his lips. He gently sucks on it, making her moan and grasp at his toned muscles.

His hand travels down her stomach to the hem of her dress. He pulls it up and trails his fingers along her inner thigh. She shudders and gasps as she knows he soon will find her soaked panties.

“Already wet for me, preciosa?” He mumbles against her soft skin. He slides her panties to the side and teases a finger on her clit.

She catches his face and kiss him roughly. She moans into his mouth as he slides a finger between her folds. He pushes another finger in and pumps them in and out of her. She throws her head back and sighs.

Her hands feels down his abdomen until she finds his belt, quickly unbuckling it and grasp for his hardened shaft in his trousers. He hisses at her touch and bite her shoulder. Her fingers feel the ridges around his girthy cock and she can’t help but moan.

He pulls his fingers out of her and she feels empty right away. He licks them thoroughly, tasting the delicious honey. He consider just taking her up against the wall, but she seems to really like his bike.

He smirks, catching her attention to his lips before lifting her up. He places her on his bike, her back to the handlebars. She gasps as the leather squeaks beneath her weight. He throws his leg over the bike and settles down in front of her.

Her body slides down the bike and her exposed mound rubs against his clothed bulge. The tip of his cock peeking over the edge with precum.

He grasp himself and pulls it out of his boxers. He places himself by her entrance and kisses her roughly. She slowly slides down on his cock, both exhaling deeply as she envelops him. She stretches out around him, feeling his pulsing cock twitch inside of her. Her head snaps back and he kisses her throat.

“Mierda, you feel so good.” He breathes as he slowly begins to move.

Her walls sucks him in as he pulls out. He thrusts into her with a slam, forcing a yip from her lips. He slides faster in and out as she begins to meet his thrusts. She wraps her arms around him and grinds against his movement.

“Oh fucking god, Jackie.” She sighs. “I’m gonna come.” Her legs are already trembling from the build-up.

He grabs her hips and pushes her down with each thrust. He kisses her cervix with each thrust and he felt her walls begun to convulse.

Her back arches and she cries out his name as her whole body trembles. He fucks her through her orgasm, each thrust sending him closer to the edge. He finally spurts his cum inside her, groaning out her name as he pushes into her a few more times.

A slight layer of sweat coats them both as their breaths mingles. He cups her cheeks and kisses her gently.

Isabel is grateful she quit her job that day and found a pretty good way of letting off some steam.

(Want to be tagged? Let me know :D)

[wolferals]

te quiero

Arón Piper imagine

*

(the spanish in this was all google translate so please dont judge me, yet you‘re welcome to correct me)

"Okay chicos y chica, vamos!" Arón yelled and came down the stairs, smiling happily. "Wait where are you going?" I asked confused while sitting on the sofa doing a project for uni for Monday as we needed the weekend for filming. "The club we talked about? Éstas listo?" The others were still upstairs, so I was alone with Arón in our apartment in Madrid where we just moved in after starting season 3 of Élite. Luke (a good friend and also an actor) had even been so nice and had enrolled me at uni in Madrid so I could continue my studies. I thought it was better that way, too.

"Arón I cant. I really need to do this right now." He came up to me, pulled me off the sofa and said: "Listen, y/n, its Friday, we're all in a good mood and we wanna celebrate. Dont be as boring as always." I ripped my arm free and asked in horror: "Youre kidding right? I am boring cause my education is more important to me than partying? No I'm not coming!"

He gave me a slightly pissed off look and said with a sharp tone: "Okay then. Stay here all by yourself, do your shitand be bored and we all go and celebrate." I opened my mouth being super pissed and looked at him.

" I dont know how to do this anymore." he shouted and distanced himself more and more from me.

"What?" I asked confusedly and looked him in the eyes. "Answer me one question. How are you part of this group? You´re in the show with us, thats it. We dont even know you, cause you always have something better to do than hanging out with us. When we're here together you're always in your room, alone! Do you wanna do this? Do you really wanna be part of this? Because I think we'd be better off without you!"

I kept looking at him and was just speechless. He had yelled at me for the first time. And he wanted me out. He had always been a little bit decisive, but I had never seen him so angry before. At that moment, when I was about to fall to the ground to cry, the others stormed down the stairs.

"Hey Que pasa?" Miguel asked and probably saw my pale face. "She's not gonna come with us. She got better to do." Arón yelled. The others also looked shocked to see him so aggressive, so they just stood there and watched him kill me (basically)

"You know what? Pack your things, we dont need you anymore. I'm done with you. We´ve always been better without you. Vete a la mierda!"

The last sentence killed me.

I ran past the other ones and Arón and ran as fast as I could to the roof terrace because they would never find me there anyway. Up there I sat down onto the ground and started to cry. I let everything out because I knew that nobody would hear me anyway.

It felt like that for an hour until I calmed down and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. 4 missed calls from Miguel, 2 from Itzan and 7 from Omar.

Also some texts. "WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID!" ~ Omar.

"Come here y/n, we talk about everything." ~Miguel. And also by Miguel: "Arón is an asshole. He's gone."

I wiped away my tears and finally pulled my headphones out of my other pocket.

I just listened to music and lay on my back looking at the stars.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was the middle of the night and the moon, which was still covered by clouds earlier, shone bright in my face.

I sat down upright, turned off the music and finally got up to go somewhere else, because it got super cold up there, and I was wearing only a crop top and sweatpants.

So I walked down to the lobby, hoping I could just talk to someone who wasn't Arón or Omar or anyone else. When I turned around the corner I saw Arón sitting at the bar, his cocktail in front of him and he seemed to be down as well.

But I immediately turned around and walked out of the hotel, whereupon I was wandering around Madrid being completely alone, freezing and tired.

The city itself was beautiful, brightly lit everywhere and there were still lots of people on the streets, but I just felt incredibly alone and sad.

At some point I sat down on a bench and just thought about everything while I was probably already freezing with blue lips and trembling thoughts.

The later it got, the less people staggered around and the later it got, the more tired I got.

It was around 1:30 and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go in there anymore. And I never wanted to see Arón again. I had sworn to myself that I would never let a guy break my heart! But that had happened! And of course the project wasn't the reason why I wouldn't have gone with them. Arón was the reason. I loved him. More than anything; more than acting. And I got nervous when I was close to him. But of course I was way too shy to tell him....

About half an hour later I was still cold and I wished for nothing more than to be able to cry on someone's shoulder.

When I was about to fall asleep on the park bench, I felt something being put around my shoulders. I opened my eyes slightly and saw Arón standing in front of me.

He had given me his jacket and held a starbucks cup out to me. I took it without hesitation and warmed my hands to it. Thereupon he sat down beside me in silence. Suddenly it just bubbled out of him:" I really dont know what got in my mind. I'm a dick and I know it. I fucked it up. I'm a terrible person. I hurt you so much and I didnt even mean what I've said. I want you here, i want you in our group, we all want you here, and I want you here with me. God I was just mad that you always blocked and I just wanted to spend time with you alone y/n. Thats the reason why I freaked out. This night should have been special! Maybe this sounds weird but tonight I just wanted to do it and finally kiss you, cause you mean so fucking much to me. But when you said no, my whole world was upside down, cause I cant hold it anymore. I need to kiss you or I explode. I only acted like an idiot cause you mean so much to me, puta.“

I looked deep into his eyes and breathed deeply. "And before you say anything, let me take you inside. Tienes frio." He pulled me by my hand, held me by the waist and we walked back to the hotel.

"Arón hold up" I said and stopped. I put the cup behind me on a bench and walked closer to him. "And before you say anything more... I'm okay, now. Now I know whats going on. And I'm happy you said all that stuff. I forgive you. And the reason why I never came with you was, that Im always nervous when I see you or when you talk to me... Lets forget about that... Its better for both of us."

He nodded, came closer and took my hands in his. "I like you. A lot...." he finally whispered and leaned his forehead against mine.

"You´re incredible.“

I smiled up to him and thats the moment i realised what this boy means to me.

"Te quiero."

[mamawolfblood]

Though he didn't know it yet Chris Mclean was in for a shocking revelation. One of the campers is not exactly just some rando kid. This camper is his kid and she is out to expose it.

Name : Iris  Escalona

Age 16

Eye color green

Caramel skin

Black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. A Cherokee rose on the left side of the hair tie.

Iris is 5ft 8",135lb

Out fit-White tanktop with the alchemists symbol blue acid washed jean shorts black converses

Iris has a dark sense of humor. She loves horror,pranks,is resourceful. Iris is not above smashing some skulls together. She is not quick to anger but Heather pushes a lot of her buttons.

All her life she just wanted Chris to know she was alive. Her mother never gave the reason why she left. She is the oldest of seven children.

________chapter4_______

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, the Screaming Gophers kicked butt in the Awake-a-thon when Duncan took a snooze on the can and the Killer Bass took their second loss in a row. Harsh. Heather orchestrated the first Total Drama Island alliance by convincing Lindsay and Beth to join forces with her. Then pocketed Eva's MP3 player and sat back to watch the fireworks. Nicely played, Heather. Nicely played. Even though Eva could've pretty much kicked anyone's butt here, in the end, it was her temper that got her kicked off. She became the second camper to rock the Boat of Losers. Who will break the rules of their new alliance? Will Gwen and Iris be able to stay awake until the end of the episode? And who will take the next humiliating walk down the Dock of Shame? Stay tuned for the most dramatic campfire ceremony yet on Total. Drama. Island!

Iris helped Chef make breakfast that morning. "You are a real help sweetpea thank you." He said stering the oatmeal. "Your welcome anytime. I'm going to make some wheat toast. Is that ok?" She asked he nod. "Sweetpea you helped me clean and cook. You can make whatever you want." He said cleaning some pots. She sat in the mess with some toast and coffee when everyone walked in.

Iris pov

"Good morning " she said cheery they groaned. Duncan pulled me in his lap resting his head on my chest. "Want some coffee Duncan?" I asked "no I just want to close my eyes." I rub the back of his back as I drink my coffee.

Chis walked in "Morning everyone Duncan You look like Death, dude."  He said before Duncan mumbled "Stuff it" cuddling into me.

Courtney explained Harold was snoring keeping everyone up. Poor guys not Courtney but everyone else.

Chris *laughs*"Wow. Four nights with no sleep? How much are you hurting, dude?" He said making Duncan growl "Want me to show you. " Chris held up his hands "no no its cool go back to your pillow." Duncan rest his head against me.  Chris shook his head before looking out the door. "Hey everyone its Gwen!" The Gophers cheered. I would but don't want to get ripped apart by Duncan. "I'm so tired I can't feel my face." She said before laming her face on the table. A few moments later Courtney flings Oatmeal at Heather only to get it in Gwen's face.  Heather in a singsong voice said missed me. Honestly if someone doesn't get rid of her I will.  "Ok campers your next challenge begins in ten minutes. Oh and be prepared to bring it." He laughed I was terrified when he laughed. After breakfast we met Chris and Chef on what appeared to be a old school gym. "Your next challenge is doge ball. The rules are simple. " Chris was about to explain until Noah made a sarcastic remark. "As I was saying you get hit by a ball your out. You catch a ball the thrower is out and you bring a teammate in. Okay now Geoff, try to hit me. If you're holding a ball, you can use it to deflect a ball, but if it knocks the ball out of your hands, you're out." It was easy enough to follow but then again not sure everyone graduated fith grade. Lindsay asked what she was supposed to do when a ball comes at her. Honestly how are you even alive. Chris threw the ball "Oooh! you were supposed to dodge! "  I almost felt bad for her...Almost. "You have one minute until game time. Gophers, you'll have to sit one person out each game." When Chris said that Noah volunteered to sit out  immediately.  I grab him by the collar and throw him on the court. "Whats your damage halfbreed" He asked getting up. "My damage is you are lazy and its not happening. Gewn you should sit this one out. " she nods and sits down. "Alright guys and gals get in position. Oh and if you have to open up Noah to some pain. It will be good for him." I said tossing a ball in the air and catching it. Let the games begin.  Heather taunts them but Tyler had to be so lame. "Both teams ready? Best of five games wins! Now! Let's dodge some balls!

[whistle blows]"

So far it was easy taking the Killer bass. I mean the line up was pathetic. It was third round down to Courtney and I. "Oh this is a surprise. " I chuckled as my eyes narrow at her.  She threw her ball I catch it. She started jumping up and down thinking she won. That was until I held up mine and her ball. I threw hers knocking her over. "Hey thats not fair. I hit you your supposed to be out." She glares at Chris. "Technically she caught  it the screaming gopher's takes the point." They then made the mistake of waking up Duncan. The next round dominated us. Soon tied for victory it eas the last game. Harold and Owen were left.  "You got this Owen!" I  yelled  "Hey babe hate to break it to you but the game is ours.  I know you won't get voted off." Duncan said winking at me.  Heather smirks "I wouldn't say that lover boy." Gwen threw her boot at Heather. "I give you a boot to the Head." Making me laugh. (Please tell me someone got that reference)

Owen threw the ball and Harold looked like Neo from the matrix. He is the Alpha geek for a reason. Owen threw the last  when it made contact Harold flew back. He caught it winning the game for the Killer Bass.  "We lost because of lack of effort." He said  making everyone glare at him.

(Confessionals)

Iris

"Well it's not hard picking someone to vote off. Noah

perezoso saco de mierda. Perdimos el desafío por tu culpa. Verle caer no será nada doloroso. buena suerte en la ciudad de los perdedores.

*static*

Noah

I am voting for Iris she is fake. Just because your step dad is from spain and helped you pass spanish. Dose not mean you have to speak it on the show. Watching you walk will be a blessing. I will throw flowers as steam boat Willy takes you."

*static*

(End of Confessionals)

At the bonfire we all sat waiting for our marshmallow of 'safety'

"Campers, you've already placed your votes and made your decision. One of you will be going home. And you can't come back. Ever. When you hear me call out your name, come pick up a marshmallow. Owen. Gwen. Iris.  Cody. Trent. Heather. Beth. Justin. Leshawna. Izzy. The final marshmallow goes to... Lindsay." Chris said handing out the marshmallows. "What, are you kidding me?!

All right, see if I care! Good luck because you just voted out the only one with any brains on this team! Ow!"

"You need to learn a little thing called respect, turkey!" Leshawna said making us everyone laugh.

"You know what if you want to keep the fake spanish loser be my guest. The only reason you probably passed the class is step dad helped you." He said making me snap. I grabbed him by the collar getting in his face. "I have been speaking spanish since I came out the womb. My DAD is one of the greatest people I know. My DAD didn't run away from his responsibilities even though I am not his. He will always be my DAD because he raised me. *throws Noah to the ground.* I don't call Diego by his name or call my step dad because .HE. IS.MY.DAD." I glare down at him the shadows from the first adding  emphasis to my angry face.

Noah: Whatever, I'm outta here.

Chris "Iris tone down the scary its bad for raidings. You are all safe for now. Who will rock the boat of Losers next find out next time on Total.Drama.Island."

[areusittingcomfortably]

Their Tragic Sense of Life

Part 7

[All because I needed to explain how this happened!]

Over the years, Rios had come up with all kinds of creative ways to stay fit on La Sirena. He didn’t have enough holos for 5 aside soccer, although the ENH was always game for a kick about, even if it wasn’t in his programming and he sucked. One time he got so desperate for a bit of competition he invited the EHH to join in. Given that it was part of his programming, he turned out to be quite good, which only made Rios loathe him even more.

More often than not, Emmet was his go-to fitness buddy. He always kept Rios on his toes and gave him a good workout. The holo’s tactical and security programming meant he was skilled in all kinds of combat, so Cris had been learning a number of different fighting styles. Currently they were sparring with the double-ended spears once used by the Tekret Militia. Wooden shafts and Tritanium tips. Old school.

A comms window flickered open in front of him, and Raffi’s face appeared. He’d only just returned to La Sirena after catching up with her yesterday, and would have been on his way already if the ENH hadn’t been trying to figure out some kind of problem with the navigation sensors.

“Hey!” he yelled, ducking as Emmet thrust at him. “Did I leave something at your place?”

“What the hell are you doing?” Raffi asked.

“Training for the Tekret Militia.” he shouted, not taking his eyes off Emmet, deftly parrying the latter’s blow.

“Why?… Oh, nevermind. Put some damned clothes on.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m sending a client your way. He’ll be there any moment. Your EHH said you were ready.”

Oh, did he now? Funny he didn’t mention that. Maybe it had something to do with Rios deactivating the bugger twice that day.

“What’s the job?” he lunged sideways, trying to catch Emmet off guard, but he leapt out of the way.

“I’m gonna let him explain that.”

“Where to?” dodging another thrust from Emmet.

“He doesn’t know, yet. I’m working on it.”

He finally managed to get a decent thrust in, but Emmet twisted and parried it efficiently.

“Who? Who’s the client?”

Raffi hesitated, “Picard.”

Stunned, Rios spun to face her, dropping his spear in surprise. “Wha…?”

“Que chucha?! he swore, as Emmet failed to pull out of his lunge in time and the tip of his spear went deep into Rios’s shoulder, knocking him to his knees with the sheer force of it.

“Lo siento, lo siento.” Emmet apologised, grimacing. He yanked on the spear, trying to pull it out and only succeeding in breaking off the shaft, leaving the tip embedded in the Captain’s shoulder.

“What is the nature of your… oh!” exclaimed the EMH, with a look of horror.

“Cris? What the…?” cried Raffi.

Rios unleashed a torrent of furious curses in Spanish, clearly in a lot of pain. “I’ll call you back,” he gritted out, “did you really say Picard?”

“Yes. For fuck’s sake, Emmet!” she glared at the ETSH. “And you,” she said looking at the EMH, “sort him out. Don’t you dare de-activ…” but Rios was in too much pain to continue the conversation and had closed the comms.

Fuck, it hurt. “Hijo de puta!” he growled at Emmet, who recognised his cue to disappear.

“Get the medical kit.” Rios snapped.

“Yes, sir.” The EMH took off without delay.

Puta la wea! The pain was so intense he felt like he was about to pass out. He staggered to his feet and moved towards the pilot’s chair, trying to clear his head.

Picard. Did he really hear that right? Raffi was sending him Picard? There wasn’t a Starfleet officer alive that hadn’t dreamt of meeting Admiral Picard. Or dead, he thought grimly.

From what he knew from Raffi, though, perhaps their admiration was misplaced.

Still, it might have been nice to have been fully dressed.

He’d get the EMH to pull the blade out and pull some clothes on. They could use the dermal regenerator later, and if it scarred, well, it was only another one. He wasn’t sure what was pissing him off more, the pain in his shoulder, or the thought of meeting Admiral Picard in this state.

He’d barely made it into his chair when Picard and the EMH arrived.

Mierda. Mierda. Mierda. Concha la wea!

Hold it together, Rios, play it cool.

*****

Picard’s visit left him shaken. He thought he’d just about got his defences up in time, but the Admiral had seen through them almost immediately. He liked him, but he was uneasy about the mission. He tried to settle himself by reading, but his shoulder still hurt like hell, and then the damned ENH got in his head. “On the side of the angels.” Por la mierda! He deactivated it and called up the EMH to fix up his shoulder while he called Raffi.

“Hey.”

“Hey you. I was getting worried.” she noted with satisfaction that the EMH was tending to his shoulder. “D’you see him?”

“Yup.”

“That’s it?”

Rios made an indeterminate gesture. “I dunno, Raffi. Something feels off. Why’d you send him my way, anyway? You hoping I can drag something out of him about your big conspiracy?”

“No. Maybe. Where else am I gonna send him? You think I’d trust anyone else? What did he offer?”

“Enough to consider it. If I was sure about what ‘it’ is. You buying this stuff about the synth and her twin?”

“You’re not?”

“I don’t know Raffi. I don’t know him. You do. That’s why I’m asking.” The EMH finished healing his shoulder, and Rios gave him the briefest of nods, about as high a praise as the holo could hope for, before Rios deactivated it.

“Yeah, I do. To show up after all these years… of nothing. It means something. It’s all connected. I don’t know how, but it is.”

“And this twin – you think she’s still alive?”

“I dunno. If the Tal Shiar are after her, maybe not.”

“You coming with us?”

“No.” Raffi shook her head emphatically. “Hell no. Me and JL? We’re through.”

Rios looked at her shrewdly. For all that she claimed to be through with Picard, she also seemed concerned for his safety. “You think I should take the job?” he pressed.

“Yeah. If he pays enough.”

“But you’re definitely not coming?”

“Nope.”

“Two strips of latinum says you change your mind.”

“Two strips of latinum on there being a twin, but her being dead before Picard can find her.”

“Deal.”

*****

When Raffi asked to be beamed up, he wasn’t surprised. “Pay up!” he grinned.

“I’m not coming.”

“Sure, you aren’t.”

“I mean it. I just… wanna hitch a ride to where we’re going.”

“Any idea where that is?”

“Freecloud. And I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He didn’t press it.

Just as he’d never fully explained what happened on the ibn Majid, he knew Raffi still had a few things that haunted her, beyond what happened with the Federation and the Romulans. He’d done a little research and had his suspicions, but he said nothing. If she wanted to talk about it, she’d do so in her own time.

“It’s his mission, though,” he reminded her, “his say for the duration. You coming as my crew, or gonna ask him if you can hitch a ride?”

Raffi hadn’t though about that. “What would you do if he said no?”

“You think he will?”

“No. You’d still take me, though, right?”

“Only if you take over from the Holo Housekeeper and make everyone’s beds and sweep the floors.” he joked.

“Damn, I forgot you even had one of those.”

“Well, that’s rather the point, isn’t it? Programmed to operate in the background and never be seen. I’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of it for years, but it’s never more than flicker in the corner of my eye.”

“Couldn’t you just summon it?”

“Where’s the fun in that? What accent did you give it, by the way?”

Raffi screwed up her nose, trying to think back that far. “French, I think.”

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