#carlos fic coming soon btw!

[thisismeracing]

heya

[moviestarmartini]

ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader.

la conocí una mañana para una fiesta de enero / nos ennoviamos en marzo / el compromiso iba enserio.

summary: while on vacation, a young man around your age approaches you at a new year's day brunch. you give him your socials, unaware how you were about to change each other's lives.

wc: 3.3k

warnings: love at first sight, young people in love!! no nsfw for this one, but i do have to warn some sentences in spanish but that's normal in my writing atp.

A/N: AAAA i'm so anxious to post this, i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did writing it !! xx also idk how to write the summary for lengthy fics rip. this is going to be two parter btw !!

now playing. . . ella es mi fiesta by carlos vives

You remembered the day so vividly. 

Cold January morning. Seventeen year-old you spent the winter vacations in Germany with your family. Though most of your clothes were of neutral tones, your sweater and lipstick were a matching shade of cherry red. The New Year’s brunch party was in full swing, but all Jude could do was watch as you struggled a bit with the German when asking for the reservation you and your loved ones held. His face, and subsequently his whole being lit up when he noticed you’d soon occupy the booth next to the one he was sitting with his family. 

Jobe perked a brow up at his seemingly irrational reaction, turning to look the way his brother was. “Which one do you fancy?��� He leaned in to whisper with such a childish manner, but at the end of the day, he was sixteen. Jude only sighed, replying in a low tone, “The one with the red sweater and lipstick.” He’d also come to notice the way your nose and cheeks almost matched that tone. Was it the cold or just makeup? He didn’t care, and his heart only melted further. He couldn’t hold it anymore, he had to talk to you. He felt you drew him in like a magnet. 

You spoke quietly with your family, noticing them hungover. The menu for the pre-paid brunch looked particularly appetizing, eyes carefully scanning each option with your brain sending signals to your stomach about the idea and taste of each one. 

“Hello, excuse me,” The voice made your eyes tear themselves away from the menu, thus stripping your mind from the fantasy of filling your stomach with food after hours awake without any. Your family was looking straight at you, and you tilted your face towards the man standing rather nervously in front of you. 

You were taken aback for a second, straightening up in your seat. This man was bold, you could tell just from the fact he approached you in front of your family. “Happy new year to you all.” He greeted the rest of the table politely, confirming once more chivalry wasn’t dead. Your family replied positively— due to the fact most were still drunk— before busying themselves. You knew very well they were eavesdropping, just doing so in a classy way. 

The young man, you could guess he was around your age, shifted from one leg to another. “I’m Jude.” He introduced himself, stretching out a hand. You were so used to the two kisses on the cheek, but you still stretched with proper grip followed by a similar introduction. 

“Uh, I know this might be weird but can you give me your Instagram? You’re… gorgeous.” He was forward, but there was still some reluctance in his tone. You let out a tiny gasp at his words and just nodded, taking the phone he handed out to you and typing the user. 

“Here you go. It was nice meeting you, Jude.” You smiled warmly, hanging back the phone. Jude thought he could’ve had a stroke right then and there, but he nodded and smiled back, “You too. Have a nice one. The food here is amazing.” 

You waved Jude goodbye as he departed with his family, and the gossip started as soon as they crossed the door on their way out. Your brother recognized him, your cousin thought he was a whore due to the amount of followers he amassed, and your grandma thought he was extremely handsome. But all their opinions fell on deaf ears, you accepted his request. For a second you thought he was going to leave it at that, but the texting started almost immediately. 

Jude had come to learn you were a year younger than him though you shared a birthday, that you were on vacation with your family around the area but soon were to return to Spain to celebrate día de reyes. He’d also come to learn he couldn’t tear himself away from his phone after you’d cheekily asked him for his number��� you asked if he could fill out a form for school and sent in the empty contact information fields. Your wittiness grew to become one of his favorite things about you. 

The texts turned into calls that took entire nights, the calls turned into incessant FaceTimes, some for the silliest of things. During mid-March happened the first turning point in which your relationship blossomed. The first long weekend you got away from school Jude flew you in, eager to spend those three days by your side. He received you at the airport with a bouquet of tulips, the flowers you adored to keep around once they were in season. 

“You didn’t have to!” You whined, finally letting go of the constricting hug he was keeping you in. 

“Nonsense, it’s the least I could do for my best girl.” Jude kissed your cheek gleefully, taking your luggage in tow before heading to the vehicle. 

You greeted Denise rather shyly, but she was kind and welcoming, joking how she missed having a female companion to games. Growing up in a house with men, you were glad you had enough knowledge to comment on the match with her, sitting at the VIP area of the stadium. You didn’t want to be obvious by wearing his jersey, but wearing it on the trip back home would make your chest swell with pride. 

Borussia Dortmund had won the game spectacularly, and it was the first time you’d find yourself cheering for another team that wasn’t your Madrid. You expressed how proud you were of him during dinner with Jude, but you’d noticed he was a bit quieter than usual. Knowing him enough that something might be wrong you just pinned it to exhaustion. But the idea never left your head. 

“Ay no sé,” You looked back towards the door, afraid someone might come in and catch you actively gossiping with your best friend about Jude. “Maybe he’s getting cold feet now that I’m here, I told you; you were wrong.” 

You knew very well there were bets placed back at home if Jude was going to ask you this weekend to be officially his girlfriend. But he was suddenly so distant, giving lukewarm touches before retrieving to his room in the middle of a movie. You sat staring out the window in the dead of night, legs crossed and pulled towards your chest. Your best friend started berating you, giving out excuses to feed the false hope. 

You shushed her yapping by a weak knock in the door. Another one followed, this time with bravery included. “Te llamo ahora,” You hung up, taking slow steps towards the door. Jude stood on the other side in his pajamas, and the temperature in the room rose. He was seeing you in yours, even though you’d FaceTime at night a hundred times. “What are you doing here? You should be resting!” 

“I’m so sorry, I can’t wait anymore.” He breathed out. He was holding a gift bag in his hand. “May I come in?” You nodded, swallowing hard before closing the door behind him. 

“I was supposed to surprise you tomorrow with brunch, just like the day we met. The day I confirmed love at first sight is real because I experienced it with you the moment you walked into the restaurant.” Jude started, almost rambling. He was extremely nervous. 

You stood there, dumbfounded, listening to him go on. “But I can’t take this anymore. The nerves won’t let me sleep.” You cracked a smile, noticing the way his bottom lip puckered out slightly. 

“C’mere, Belli bear.” You stretched your arms out, pulling him into a hug. His taller frame draped over you in the darkness as he hid his face in your neck. You swore he could hear your heart pounding against your chest. 

“You’re the woman of my dreams, baby.” He muttered, his hot breath hitting your jaw. “Do me the honor of being your boyfriend.” His empty hand cupped your face once he pulled away, and the only thing you could do was nod, left speechless. 

The situation was something straight out of a fantasy, something you could only dream of. This man was a star, rapidly becoming one to watch when it came to European football. “What is it? You’ve never been this quiet before.” He teased, leaning in. His nose brushed against you, and you gave the confirmation by closing the space between you. 

Your knees felt weak, it was the sweetest kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. From the moment he had the bravery to approach you in that packed restaurant, you knew Jude was special. If it was any other guy, you wouldn’t have accepted doing long distance in the first place. 

“I got you something.” He whispered against your lips once you’d pull away from the kiss. He removed his hand from your face, to reach into the bag. A jewelry box and a card. You inhaled at the jewelry box that creaked open, your eyes landing on the gold chain. “Read the card first.” 

Song lyrics. ‘ I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, chain ‘round my neck. Not because he owns me. Because he really knows me.’ Your eyes trailed back to the piece to notice a heart pendant with a J engraved on it. He watched you quietly, eyes dissecting your face for a reaction. 

“You’re kidding.” You covered your mouth to let out a muffled squeal, throwing yourself in his arms. Jude had to stifle a laugh to avoid waking up his family, holding you close. He inhaled your scent in, and thought he was done for. “I love it, Jude. Thank you so much. Now you didn’t have to!” You let out a teary smile. The sweet tears rolled down your cheeks and straight into his gentle thumbs as he cleaned your face. 

You carefully closed the box and placed it inside the bag, placing it at the nightstand. Jude watched your movements with a puzzled look before you tugged him down for another kiss. He let out a muffled noise of surprise, but held you against his arms while your own tangled around his neck. Your bodies stumbled around the room like two drunken fellas before landing on the bed. 

You yelped, accidentally biting his bottom lip. He sucked a breath in, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the tiny accident, face hidden in his chest to avoid waking anyone up. “I think we should call it a night… boyfriend.” 

Jude was bound to protest, but a yawn interrupted his claim. The exhaustion slapped him across the face all of a sudden. “Fine… girlfriend. Just one more kiss.” He complained, leaning to take your lips in his. It was short, since he then focused on peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled, and Jude’s stomach bubbled with euphoria from hearing your laugh. 

“Go! Your mum will kill you!” You struggled as you tried to shove him off, and he kissed your forehead before retreating back to his bedroom. 

You laid there, speechless. Your face plastered the huge bright smile, and you couldn’t help but reach for a pillow and cover your face as you let out a loud squeal. 

The past year you’ve spent in a haze. And it was a good one. You finished school with exemplary results, Jude surprised you both at the graduation ceremony and on your birthday. But you had also spent the past year selling Jude the idea of moving to Madrid, your home city, and playing for the team of your dreams and hopes. He laughed off your insistence, but still listened to your rambles about the club’s rich history. 

You could remember vividly how he woke you up one morning, insisting it was urgent. “My agent got a call.” He started. He sounded breathless. 

“¡Buen día para usted también! Let me guess,” You rolled over to lay on your stomach. “Man City? Chelsea?” You scratched your stomach, staring at the ceiling, neither option interested you. It was barely seven AM on an early May morning, a Saturday to be exact. 

“No.” You sat up at the gravity of his voice. “Real Madrid.” 

You gasped, and Jude had to tear the phone away from his ear as you screamed and shouted. He waited for your outburst to end, smiling nervously at his teammates who passed by and heard the noises. He recognized the bed creaking a little too well.

“Okay I’m so sorry,” You exhaled, laying down on the bed. Your dog had started barking at your door. “Tell me all about it. I won’t give you my opinion since you know I’m biased.” You laughed breathlessly, kicking your feet back and forth.  

Jude smiled. Even when you were far away and busy juggling university applications and a job, you were present for everything. Having your hardcore madridista family cheering for him during each game. Same thing happened the other way around; even when his career was at an all time high, he was there to listen to anything you told him. His family regularly asked about your wellbeing, and when you were going to visit. But most importantly, you were there for him unconditionally through the lows. For the last game Borussia Dortmund had lost the league. To comfort him in your chest as he cried his frustrations out, having helplessly sat on the bench due to injury. 

Knowing he had to say goodbye to the club he’d grown up into the man he was without the title he realistically dreamt grasping. 

But suddenly the end of May edged in, it was hands on to help with the move to Madrid. You had to hide the fact you were elated for the lack of distance between your residences— he was just a few minutes away by car. Still, Jude was acting a little weird. Denise was tense, sure, but he wouldn’t let you help pack his things up from his room. You blamed it all on the move, but the anxiousness and need to know only grew when June edged closer and your family was acting strange too. 

Your mother talked to you a little too much for your liking, rambling on and on, while your father couldn’t help but stare at you with a certain nostalgia in his eyes. Yet again, without finding any plausible explanations to anything at all, you blamed it on your upcoming birthday. 

Or dare one say birthdays. 

Jude insisted on a date night before heading to the shared birthday party your family was hosting. He’d even buy you the cutest white mini dress for the occasion. He was receiving a pep talk from Jobe once you got there, both his parents checking in if he was sure of the decision he was going to make. He swallowed hard when you called him, voice full of enthusiasm for the evening that awaited you. 

The way his face lit up, accompanied with a dashing smile, let his family know he was in his right mind and making all the right decisions. After his dad and brother gave him a tight hug wishing him luck, his mom gave him a kiss on the forehead and off he went to the car. 

“Happy birthday amor! You look amazing. Can you believe it always rains on our birthday?” You greeted him with a kiss. Jude kissed back, but didn’t respond verbally in the same enthusiastic tone you had.

You felt something was off, his music selection wasn’t the best and he was barely talking to you. Until he let out a sigh, “Pull over.” He demanded, not looking back at you. 

“What? Jude, what’s going on? Do you feel sick?” You took a turn into a street you knew would be empty, stopping the car and turning to face him. You cradled his face in your hands, checking for his temperature. Jude stared at the gold necklace, the engraved J you wore religiously giving him courage. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait anymore.” The words drowned your mind in the characteristic sensation of a deja vú, and you were back in Germany, staying in the guest room at his old apartment. That seemed light years away considering how much had happened in the past year. 

How much you’d grown by each other’s side. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get through dinner like this, the nerves are killing me.” Jude breathed out, and for the first time that night, he met your eyes. The song playing was soft, a shared favorite for lounging and doing nothing together. “When I told you you’re the reason I believe in love at first sight, I meant it. In the same way I know that even though we’re young, you’re the one for me. No one will ever measure up to the woman you are. Allow me to keep growing as a person and football player by your side.” 

Never in a million years you would’ve expected for him to pull out a small red box from his pocket. You instinctively covered your mouth at the diamond ring shining back at you. “Do me the honor, even if it’s ten years from now, of being your husband. Will you marry me?” 

Now it all made sense. 

The white mini dress he bought, the way everyone was acting for the past week or so. How Jude offhandedly mentioned he would never be able to top his birthday gift for that year. It clicked. 

But it didn’t even take you more than two seconds after you'd connected the dots to nod. The tears pricked your eyes, and once again you found yourself speechless. Jude’s eyes widened at your physical confirmation, but you noticed the fear in his eyes hadn’t dissipated. “Yes, Jude. I could’ve easily said yes a year ago, too.” You let out a teary chuckle as his chest deflated in relief. He slipped the ring on your finger before taking your face tenderly in his hands. 

He was crying. 

“You make me the happiest man on earth,” He exhaled before sharing a kiss. Slow, oozing with passion. Your tongues shyly tangled, exploring each other’s mouth. He wanted you to cross over and have you sit on his lap, but a call interrupted the moment. 

“You still want to have dinner… fiancé?” You asked, nose brushing against his. You saw as he beamed, and before he could capture his lips in yours, his stomach growled. 

The two of you howled with laughter, as you returned back to your seat and shifted the gear to start the journey to your reservation. You spent the evening going through your wedding Pinterest board, heart drumming against your chest at the prospect of having to use it sooner than you could’ve expected. 

You drove back to your home, getting greeted by your dogs at the door before the pseudo birthday-engagement party was in full swing. Your whole family made a surprise appearance, when you thought only those nearby were attending. Some of Jude’s teammates from both Dortmund and the English national team also surprised him, all of those you were acquainted with.  

It was bizarre combining a birthday party with your boyfriend already, but having your engagement mixed in was another level of crazy. But one look at Jude— seeing the way he brightened up at the sight of you— made you believe everything was going to be okay. 

The cake had a number 19 and a 20 candles on each side, each of you blowing your numbers before kissing. You shared the first piece for good luck, and it was the first moment of peace you’d gotten since you arrived. 

“We’re getting married in the winter.” You declared with a low voice. Jude perked a brow, questioning the decision. “You have the Euros during the summer. There’s also the Olympics. No one will be able to attend.” 

“Shit, babe,” Jude exhaled. “Six months to plan a wedding?”

Now that he said it out loud, it did sound batshit crazy. But wasn't the whole situation just that? After quickly sorting out your thoughts you still remained confident, feeding him a piece of the dessert. “It’ll be something small, intimate. Trust me on this one.”

Jude’s eyes softened as he shook his head, taking the spoon for you to scoop a piece and feed it to you. “I’ll always trust you with everything and anything.”

[cieloclercs]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancé/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that 😊(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? I’m a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smau’s!! Have a good day 🫶🏻

-🦕

home is where the heart is — fernando alonso

genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing

author’s note. hello anon! i wasn’t entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but i’ve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isn’t a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3

liked by formulaupdates and 2,367 others

f1wags Fernando Alonso and his longtime girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N spotted in the paddock for the first time! Y/N has just given birth to their second child, María! What an adorable family 😍

view all comments…

username you’re telling me i’ve been waiting to meet the mystery that is Y/N for YEARS and then she turns up with TWO WHOLE CHILDREN IM GOING TO IMPLODE

username i can’t believe the mystery girlfriend nando’s been hoarding is THIS HOT

username he knows we’ll fight him for her 🤭

username what the FUCK

username two kids?? daddy alonso’s been busy 😳

username STOP 😭😭

username he’s officially a dilf now 🥳🥳🥳

username carmen and maría are so cuteeee 🥹🥹

username i knowwww 😭 and girl dad nando is SERVING

username look at how he’s got carmen on his shoulders AHHH 🦋🦋🦋

2h ago

liked by yourusername and 65,736 others

tagged: yourusername

fernandoalo_oficial Home race week with mis ángeles ❤️ So glad to have my three greatest loves with me for this special race. Y/N, Carmen y María, os quiero a todos más de lo que puedo decir 💗 / I love you all more than I can ever say. See you in Canada!

view all comments…

username i was NOT prepared to cry today

username stop because this is SO SIGNIFICANT as well?? like before y/n fernando was single for so long and now he’s finally found his person 🥹🥹🥹 i’m not crying u are

username i’m pretty sure ur crying

username don’t EXPOSE me

lancestroll it was so lovely to see y/n and the girls! hope you bring them to the paddock again soon 🤍

yourusername i think carmen would throw a fit of we didn’t 😅 how does canada sound?

lancestroll see you there! 😁

fernandoalo_oficial Do I get a say in this?

yourusername the girls will miss you if you go without us 🥲

fernandoalo_oficial Just the girls? 🤨

yourusername ok maybe i’ll miss you too 😉

username not y/n and nando flirting on main 🫣

lewishamilton So happy for you mate ❤️ Give Y/N and the girls my love x

*fernandoalo_oficial and yourusername liked this comment

fernandoalo_oficial ❤️

carlossainz55 the most beautiful couple 🤍 me alegro mucho por vosotros / so happy for you guys

yourusername gracias carlos ☺️ come visit soon, carmen and maría miss their favourite uncle!

carlossainz55 on my way as we speak

landonorris favourite uncle? am i a joke to you?

maxverstappen1 excuse me i think that title belongs to me 🤨

lancestroll not a chance. i’m their favourite

yourusername boys there’s no need to fight! you can share the title 😌

fernandoalo_oficial Lando is their favourite

landonorris HAHAHHA SUCK ON THAT

username nando really said fuck it let’s cause some chaos 😭

maxverstappen1 beyond happy for you guys (even though i should be the girls’ favourite uncle)

fernandoalo_oficial Keep dreaming, Max!

username yeah you’ve already won enough titles, let the others have this one!

*yourusername liked this comment

username i still want to know how they kept this secret for so long 😭

landonorris i deserve a medal for not telling anyone tbh.

username PHAHAHHA LANDO

astonmartinf1 We’ll be seeing the full Alonso family around our garage again soon, hopefully? 👀

yourusername keep my boyfriend’s car fighting for podiums and then we’ll talk!

username SHE’S JUST LIKE ME FR

username iconic.

[jeonghoneyss]

hi, happy holidays btw!! I hope you're doing well! so, it's two days later but i come bearing offerings aka the fic concepts i mentioned. firstly, the lovey dovey jilix is basically jisung pining and writing songs about felix, while felix is asking for help with his own songs, the whole thing boils down to songwriting as a love language and sort of born from the fact that felix mentioned that jisungs songs are usually his favorites which i think about a lot bc me too lix me too, its all vibes and a lot of pining and jisung being oblivious. now the divorce minchan fic in simplest terms its inspired by a musical called the last five years which is about a couples failing relationship over the course of you guessed it five years, it's pov alternating and nonlinear which is fun to play with, its got its soft moments but uh it gets angsty. when will i write a chan pairing without some angst? idk we'll see (i suppose superchan is the exception (so far) lol)

also unrelated, but i saw your post about your descendants fic and my god its been years since i even thought about descendants but pls be so insane about it bc i can and will be insane about it given the chance so id love to hear about bc seriously idc what disney has to say it can be SO much deeper like those kids make me emotional if i think too much about them (also sorry for the super long ask)

hi, happy holidays! i'm alright, thanks. i hope you're doing well, too. thank you for the offerings, the jilix songwriting idea sounds absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS. vibes and a lot of pining and jisung being oblivious... where do i sign up!! songwriting as a love language, as well, i love that idea so much. as for the divorce minchan... it sounds painful but no less delicious. you now have me worried about superchan, too haha. but i am very excited for both those ideas omg!

as for the descendants fic! let me tell you, i am so insane about descendants and have been since. was it 2015 the first one came out? for the most part i've managed to keep that insanity to my... 78k 210+ page document, with the exception of (blatant self-promotion here) this little carlos thing i wrote earlier this year, but i would so love to be insane about descendants with you. logically i know disney just made descendants to sell toys etc!!! but it can be SO much deeper, like you said! i am going to be so deep about jay as soon as my exams in jan finish, just watch.

please don't apologise for the super long ask, i love to get asks and i've loved hearing about your wips! and establishing descendants insanity! please drop into my asks whenever you want!

[strandnreyes]

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs Story of a romance torn apart by fate Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did And I'd die for you in the same way if I first saw your face

2023 TK coming across their story from chapter 3 of the reinc au where Carlos doesn't make it back 🥺

hope it's okay I keep on sending you things about this it is just stuck in my head and I was listening to Timeless just now but feel free to tell me to stop

OKAY OKAY BUT WHAT IF:

TK starts journaling when Carlos is gone. At first it’s just a way to pass the days, but when the days start piling up, TK starts writing in more detail about what he’s doing. He can’t send Carlos letters, but it’s a record for when (TK has to convince himself it’s when because he needs something to believe in) Carlos comes home and TK wants to catch him up on everything he’s missed. Months are going by at this point, he can’t remember everything. When he fills the first journal, he starts to wonder if he’s writing to a ghost.

By the time TK is gone too, there are stacks of journals. Maybe this is what 2023 TK finds in an antique shop: letters to a long lost lover. He feels the pain conveyed through the writer’s words in his own chest, touching him on a level he can’t comprehend. He calls Carlos as soon as he leaves the shop, just to hear his voice.

Or maybe someone else finds these letters way before and thinks the love story is heartbreakingly beautiful and their story becomes the inspiration for a published book. It never gained a lot of popularity, but enough for there to be some copies that have survived over the years, and Carlos finds one at a second hand book store. He’s never heard of it, but he cries when he reads it. He tells TK to read it too and both of them ache for the lovers without knowing they’re aching for themselves.

(btw I love discussing fics or the show or anything!! I really don’t mind. I love it, in fact <3)

[vivwritesfics]

At this point i am begging praying that Carlos starts being nicer to y/n in nnta ( LOVE THE FIC BTW💗 )

Oh nonnie, you're gonna hate the next chapter. It coming kinda soon, I promise. I'm literally putting miss girl through her paces rn (and we'll be seeing getting stronger real soon)

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

okay, they will come out in this order: chris, carlos, jill, claire. also, i have a chris x reader fic in the works so expect content soon ig

also, to the 3.8% of you who chose the last option - DO YOU KNOW HOW TO READ? REPEAT AFTER ME: PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS IF YOU CHOOSE THIS!!!!

i'm not actually mad btw i just think it's funny to say these things

thinking about doing nsfw alphabet hcs for RE characters

(i've seen ppl do them for leon already but not so much for other RE characters)

[reyeslonestar]

an incomplete list of lone star fics that I love 2/?

this is mainly an opportunity for me to collect my favourite fics into a system that makes more sense to me, and spread a little love to the fabulous writers who create these amazing stories

fics containing explicit smut are marked with an *

Reaching, There Is Nothing Left by @officereyes/tiniestmite

* spoilers for 2x02 "2100°" *

Tim just wanted to go home.

so I remember being kinda hesitant about this concept when I first saw it because I hadn't really connected to Tim in the show but as soon as I read this fic it completely won me over. I think it’s such an interesting story and Jamie writes so well, producing a beautiful tribute to Tim.

lit the spark (that set a fire) by @reyesstrand/stormss

It's Judd who explains it to them; that before the accident and before the station was rebuilt from the ground up, the 126 had a long-standing, friendly rivalry with Ladder 102.

Their golden boy, Carlos Reyes, well—he kind of knocks TK off his feet.

*

Or, a firefighter!Carlos AU.

okay so this au is genius and I love the way that it rewrites the events of season 1 to fit around firefighter!Carlos. I love the way that competitiveness between firehouses plays into their relationship and how they find their way to each other in this slightly different universe. (btw implied sexual content but its not explicit)

Batting Cages, Tacos and Midnight fun by @bellakitse/Bellakitse *

“Alright,” Carlos says as he comes back with a smile. “You’re good to go, just step in and press the button on the wall when you’re ready for the balls to start flying.”

“I’ll be honest, not the type of balls I thought would be flying tonight,” he murmurs, smirking at Carlos as he stares at him.

When TK can’t sleep, he calls his friend-maybe boyfriend for some midnight fun. He’s surprised at what Carlos has planned for them.

I love this fic for how it develops s1 TK and Carlos and their relationship, filling in the gaps of how their in-between stage might have looked. it also features references to everyone and their mother loving Carlos and doing favours for him which is my favourite trope ever.

the lovers that went wrong by @morganaspendragonss/hollyhobbit101

Maybe TK should feel guilty about how he acted at the market. He doubts he made a good impression on Carlos's parents, but he's not sure if that matters anymore. He just... He couldn't bring himself to pretend. He couldn't walk around acting like they were just friends - acting like he wasn't hurting.

or

after the incident at the market, tk finds comfort - and more than a little common sense - in a talk with his mom.

tk and gwyn having a conversation omg yes please. i absolutely love this depiction of tk and Gwyn’s relationship and the rationality she brings to his spiral after the farmers market.

forever missing him by @morganaspendragonss/hollyhobbit101

Carlos can feel TK's eyes burning holes into the side of his head, but he refuses to look over. He can't; he's too scared of what he might see. His parents are looking between them, an all-too-knowing look on his mother's face, and all Carlos can think is that this is all so wrong. It isn't supposed to happen like this.

Not here. Not yet.

He's not ready.

yeah im reccing this one here because it’s the follow on to the last fic and both of these make me so happy - this is such a good sequel with Andrea knocking some sense into her son as a perfect mirror to gwyn, Carlos’ internal panic and Reyes family bonding over cooking.

love until your heart breaks (‘cause there are no guarantees) by @lire-casander/Lire_Casander

tk’s being discharged from hospital, but his father can’t take him back home

this is a really sweet one! Carlos caring for tk after he’s discharged from hospital after his gunshot wound. I really like where it puts their relationship, where Carlos and Owen stand at this point and its a very enjoyable fic.

[lire-casander]

Hiii 💕👋🏼. Can you do #5 +Tarlos with a very generous dose of ✨Angst✨? Please? Love all your fics btw 💕

banner by the talented @spaceskam !

thank you for this prompt! i have had a real blast writing this angst piece!

#5 - “That’s why I never told you!”

goodbye

This wasn’t going the way Carlos had expected. It’s not that he thought this conversation with TK, whenever it took place, would have been a walk in the park. But he hadn’t expected to be walked out on after an angry fight.

He hadn’t even thought that TK would give up on him.

Carlos needs to do something. Anything. And it needs to be soon, because TK is almost halfway through the front yard, and his Uber is most probably around the corner waiting for him. Carlos needs to stop him.

He has the utter, dreadful feeling that, if he lets TK walk away tonight, they’ll never recover from this.

“TK, wait, please!” he calls after his boyfriend. Or at least he hopes TK is still his boyfriend. “Why don’t we get back inside and talk this through like adults?”

“You have just admitted to not having told your parents about us, Carlos,” and the way TK keeps repeating his name is making Carlos sick to his stomach. There’s no love lost on the word, just venom.

And something that, after four and a half months, Carlos has come to recognize as fear.

“Are you ashamed of me? Do you actually think I’m not good enough for you?”

And there it was, the ugliness of fear when TK turns around completely to face him.

“No,” he manages to choke out. “I could never be ashamed of you.”

“Well, you sure as hell acted like that, Carlos.” TK takes a deep breath. “How complicated can it be?”

“That’s why I never told you!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. “I knew it’d be a lot to handle, and I don’t want to burden you with my family issues.”

“Too late now,” TK says in a low voice. “It’s already ruined today.” He turns around again and starts walking down to where a dark car has already pulled up.

His Uber is here.

“TK, please.” Carlos isn’t above begging, and he’s definitely whimpering now.

But TK doesn’t seem to pay him any attention, and it’s only when he’s left alone in the dark that Carlos noticed two things. The first one, that he’s getting cold without a jacket outside.

The second is that he’s all alone with his sins and his flaws, and the ringing memory of TK’s voice rasping out accusingly that there’s now enough space in his closet.

send me a prompt for this week’s thirsty thursday!

[stunudo]

Baa Bum Ba Bum: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Penelope Garcia x Female Reader

Requested by: @milkandcookies528

“I know in season seven Garcia and Kevin broke up and something about her not wanting to get married. But anyways could you do one where Penelope and her fiance gets married (and in this fic she was never against marriage) and the wedding is beautiful. Thank you.😍😍😭😭”       

Warnings: All the Fluff! Nerdom and more cussing than I usually throw in.

A/N: As you can tell, I had too much fun with this one. Btw how come we have never met Garcia’s brothers?! Thanks for the awesome request Tori!!! I really hope you like it. xoxo Stu

I do not own the characters or images.

Your name: submit What is this?

To Do:

Fitting Appointment

Florists

Confirm Cake Delivery

Make Penny get to her fitting

Remind the team and Carlos about speeches

Breathe

Confirm with the J.o.t.P

   It was going to be a hectic week, but you just had to make sure everything was moving along. You were an extremely hands on bride, not a bridezilla, thank you very much.

“Girl, I better be the first speaker. I do not want everyone all distracted before I get all your dirty laundry out in the open.” Carlos was huffing. You had been checking your phone, AGAIN, during your weekly brunch with your bestie. Your head snapped up.

“I think I can arrange that, BUT that means you cannot bring up the cat-fight sophomore year.”

“Y/N, seriously?!” Carlos was shocked, “I hadn’t even remembered that! Now I want to throw it in there. Hmmmm, you’re lucky I plan ahead. I don’t want to mess with perfection. My speech is so fire, everyone will need to stop, drop and roll.”

You laughed, Carlos being prepared to assault your friends and family with every embarrassing detail of your nearly twenty years of friendship was quintessential. No wonder people put so much thought and time into weddings. It isn’t everyday people publicly show loved ones how much they mean to them. You finished the mimosa you had been sipping. Carlos leaned in and grabbed your hand.

“It’s going to be fucking magical, Y/N.” Carlos tried to relieve the stress of the event. You nodded, remembering to breathe.

“You’ve reached Garcia’s Gifts of Knowledge and Salvation, please state your request.”

“Hey, babe. I just got a call from the dress shop.” You began in a slight brisk tone. “Anything you want to tell me?”

The pause was enough to have you counting to ten. “Um? No?” Penelope responded sheepishly.

“Alright, I, trust you, but please make sure you stop with the last minute “extras” by Thursday. They charge another 20% for rush work.”

“If I did know what you were referring to, than that would be a good deadline. But really, there are no extras.” She was failing her stealth role left and right.

“Love you, please get home on time tonight?” You asked softly.

“Sure? I mean the team is only in freaking Florida, Y/N. I can’t exactly leave them on their own. What if they don’t finish the case in time?!”

“Penny, they’ll be there. It is going to be wonderful. See you at home?” You tried reassuring your fiance.

“Okay, yes, you will. Eventually.” Penny smooched into the phone.

It was the morning of the wedding and you woke up on Carlos’ couch. You had a make shift Joint Bachelorette Party the night before. Oddly keeping with the tradition of not seeing each other on your wedding day prior to the ceremony.  But you couldn’t remember why you were on your best friend’s couch. You and he had shared beds before and it was never weird. You dragged your feet into his bedroom and crawled beneath the duvet. The warm body behind you rolled over and tried to make you the little spoon. You rolled over to push Carlos off of your hips, but it wasn’t Carlos looking back at you. It was Reid.

“What the hell?!” You fell out of the bed, hitting the nightstand with your face. “Jesus! Carlos! Did you screw the fucking bridesmaid?”

“Bridesfellow, actually.” Spencer corrected you, his big eyes bulging and a deep blush rising on his waking features. “But, uh, no, I don’t think so…..”

Carlos finally sat up from his place on the far side of the bed and looked down at your pathetic position on the floor. “Dios mio, no I did not sleep with him.” He rolled his eyes and his body and went back to bed. You sat there on the ornate woven rug glaring at the flabbergasted and extremely hung over doctor.

“Get me a steak.” You demanded.

“Why?” Spencer said simply.

“For my face.” You growled. “Ice. Anything. For crying out loud I am about to get a million pictures taken and I don’t want to look like roadkill.” Spencer finally got the message and headed to the kitchen. You got yourself up and back on the couch as he brought you a dishtowel wrapped baggie of ice cubes.

There was a knock at the door and the slapping of flip flops on the wooden floor. “Oh no.”

She had arrived. “You’re getting mar– What happened to your face?!” Your little sister stared at you with horror. Spencer pursed his lips.

Meanwhile

“Can we get you a mimosa or some coffee?” The soothing technician asked as JJ, Emily, Tara, Penelope and Savannah settled into their pedicure recliners.

“Mimosas all around,” Tara confirmed.

“Oh my gosh you guys, I can’t believe its To-Day. It is actually happening.” Penelope gushed.

“You are going to be such a stunning bride!” Savannah chimed from across the aisle. “Thank you so much for inviting me along. Although I am sure Derek would enjoy this too.” The agile hands of the workers had begun massaging the feet and legs of the bridal party.

“You’re family, besides, I am sure the guys are keeping busy.” JJ snarked.

“Uh, yeah,” Penelope agreed. “Between the team, Y/N’s dad and my brothers they will be done setting up the hall by noon. Plenty of time to shower and tap the keg before the actual ceremony.”

The woman had returned with the champagne flutes.

“To the brides!” Emily belted out, “May their love continue to inspire us all!”

“Here, here!” Tara seconded.

JJ clinked her glass with Savannah. Tara and Emily took turns clanging with Penny. Just as they set down their glasses, JJ’s phone buzzed.

“No phones, Jayge!” Garcia whined. “No fair!”

JJ checked her text message and just shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just last minute coordinating with Y/N’s sister. She just got picked up from Jaramillo’s place.”

“Right on schedule.” Emily pointed out, patting Garcia’s thigh in reassurance.

“Tell her sister to be nice, she always stresses her out.” Garcia chimed in as JJ responded. “Look at me defending my wife! From my soon-to-be kid sister! We are so flippin’ cute!”

Everyone giggled, but no one disagreed. Penelope was happy, love was in the air, this was a special day for the whole BAU family.

After you dropped Reid at the hall for reception detail, you and your sister headed to the salon for your hair appointments. Breakfast was the ever-needed Starbucks drive thru.

“Okay, so, I know you don’t usually do much make up, but we are going to have to figure this out.” She kept poking your face. You swatted her hand away as you leaned out the window to place the order.

“How do you think Penny is holding up?” You asked absentmindedly. “She always wants everyone else to be happy and entertained, do you think she is enjoying herself at all?”

“She is getting a pedicure and drinking with her friends, whats not to enjoy?” Your sister sipped her sugary coffee. “Are you? Besides the face thing, I mean. Are you sure I can’t say anything? Because Reid ruined your face, he should have to wear a dunce cap or something.”

“Eh, I am thinking in ten or twenty years I will look back at it and laugh.” You smirked to yourself. “Later tonight though I am definitely posting a cruel hashtag with his scrawny face on insta.”

“Bitch.”

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you.”

There were probably going to be just as many people standing up in the wedding as were in attendance. You just had that many amazing friends and family. There were separate dressing rooms for each wedding party. You had taken the one marked “Groom”, but someone had covered it up with a hasty drawing of a rabbit or a duck, depending how you looked at it.

Inside was the pre-party. Your room held Carlos, your sister, your roommate from college Kristin, Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Reid, Will, Luke, Henry and Jack. (Hank and Michael were with JJ’s mom.) Your mom and dad had just left to double check on Penelope, since she didn’t have anyone to do the mom fussing thing. Which you were extremely grateful for, because you hated the mom fussing thing.

You double checked your cheek bruise had remained well hidden. Slowly you went around and thanked everyone for coming. As it was a lesbian wedding, nothing was strictly traditional. You were in white, but it was a lace-less dress with a matching jacket that only came to your boobs. You had no veil, but a decorative headband that looked slightly like ears. Derek was Penny’s best man as Carlos was yours.

You had given your sister and Kristen the bridesmaid title because it was easiest. They wore dresses like JJ, Emily and Tara, which were pale blue cocktail dresses that hit all of their gorgeous waists just so. Each woman wore her hair differently and that was fine with you. The “bridesfellows”, your dad and Penny’s brothers were in grey linen suits without ties. Derek and Carlos wore matching suits, but with pale blue bow ties to signify their important role.

“Hey there, how’s my girl’s girl?” Derek’s smooth voice pulled you in. You leaned your shoulder against him, letting him stare into your eyes to ensure your resolve. You smirked once he nodded.

“Thanks so much for coming back for the wedding, we both really appreciate it.”

“Are you kidding? I, we, wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Derek explained. “I have never seen her so happy, Y/N. This is what its all about, ya know?”

You did. Since dating Penelope you had learned so much about what her team did, about how much evil was truly out there. And about the fiercest of optimists holding down the fort in Quantico guiding the team via phone calls and video conferencing. Your future wife was extraordinary. She helped families of murder victims find peace. She brought sunshine and love into any room she walked through. Not to mention she had curves for days. Yes, this was what life was all about. Finding someone you love, who loves you back and never letting go.

The service was held outside in a large field beside the hall. The focal point a large oak tree where a simple wicker archway was constructed. There were aged wooden folding chairs in two grouping on either side of a narrow footpath.

The Justice of the Peace had obligingly wore a top hat and tails. He was a gruff man in his sixties, but he could put anyone at ease with his casual banter. He was Derek in another 25 years. Hotch and Rossi had done a perfect job escorting the guests to their seats. You knew your flirty grandmother would be all over Rossi so you accidentally on purpose sat them together for the dinner hour.

The sun was shining in the late afternoon as you walked down the aisle. You carried no flowers but had one arm hooked with each of your parents. The string musicians in the corner played a simple version of the Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. You had made it, the end of the aisle. You turned and hugged both of your parents’ necks, trying not to cry, yet.

They quickly sat down in your front row, besides Hotch and Rossi. The attendants walked in solo starting with Carlos, then Derek, your sister, then JJ, Kristin, Emily, then Tara and finally Reid. You didn’t care that the sides were uneven, because everyone would be one big family after today. Then there was Jack and Henry carrying a pillow shaped like a keyboard with the rings tied atop.

As Penny’s brothers entered the aisle and turned their backs to you, the music changed. The guests rose and suddenly there she was. She was fabulous. She had her hair down in lose curls. Her take of Alice’s dress showed layers of underskirts. The pale blue and white fading into a long train. She had a sleek side veil sprouting from a tiny top hat tucked on to a head band. Her Cheshire Cat smile beaming back at you.

She stopped and walked with each brother down the aisle, once she got to the next one the previous brother stepped back and carried her train. When she reached her oldest brother of the four at the first row, the Garcia family met you at the altar. The tears were coming steadily now, but you powered through, wiping your eyes with your knuckles gently.

Your lovely bride had arrived in full pageantry. She held you in her brown eyed gaze, tears just beginning to show. You leaned in and hugged her brother and then took her hands gently in yours. She already had a tissue wadded up in her fist. The welcome, the readings, the song were all a blur of reverence and happy excitement from the crowd. Eventually the Judge got your attention away from your gorgeous bride so you could begin your vows.

You reached into the inside breast pocket of your jacket and pulled out your handwritten vows. Memorizing was overrated. In your right hand you held her hand as you began to pour your heart out.

“Penelope Garcia, I, Y/F/N Y/L/N, take you for the tech goddess you are.

I promise to love, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest.

Through apocalypses, malfunctions and full moons,

For now, forever and through every timeline, I will be yours.

Xena to your Gabrielle,

Tara to your Willow,

Ron to your Hermione,

Leia to your Han,

River to your Doctor.”

She was smirking and swinging your hand back and forth.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I, Penelope Garcia take you for the bad ass bitch that you are.

I promise to love you, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest, because we all know I cannot lie.

Through the dark side, hunger games and black holes,

For now, forever and back again, I will be yours.

Zoe to your Wash,

Castiel to your Dean,

Sam to your Frodo,

Zelda to your Link,

Jenny to your Vastra.”

The tingling was getting ridiculous. She had memorized hers. You took your opening, you didn’t need permission anyway. You slipped your hand around her corseted waist and pulled her close. “I love you.” You whispered and kissed her fiercely. The crowd around you erupted in applause and joyous hoots. When eventually, you pulled back from the kiss, she whispered back, “I know.”

The grinning Justice of the Peace cleared his throat and declared, “I now present Mrs. and Mrs. Garcia-Y/L/N.” You held Penny’s flowers between your joined hands and thrust them in the air. The musicians played a lively “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga as you walked back down the pathway and into the reception hall.

Walking into the hall was like walking into a daydream. The setting sun was filtering through the large windows casting a hushed luminescence over the array of circular tables. They were all set with mix matched china and glassware. There were centerpieces made out of old tea cups securely stacked at odd angles holding lit candles. The fairy lights in the corners of the room in decorative trees framed assortments of books and bottles, someone had made a magnificent replica of the Cheshire Cat and set him in the tree behind your seats.

The head table was made up of three large banquet tables in a U shape, allowing everyone to converse. The waitstaff were all in simple black and white, but wore red or black aprons with card markings on them. You had entered Wonderland’s Tea Party and Queen’s Garden all at once. After the initial shock and “awe’s” you escorted your wife to her chair, humming “A Very Merry Un-Birthday” under your breath.

“Ella ha sido mi mejor amiga durante muchos años. Demasiados, creeme!” Carlos was wrapping up his speech, his humor reaching about ten people as he gave the entire thing in Spanish. You knew he did it to keep it special for you, protecting your secrets to only those he deemed worthy. You were laughing through your tears, especially when you caught your Grandma’s face at a total loss. He raised his glass and finished with a resounding, “Salud!”

Everyone answered back, “Salud!”

Now it was Derek’s turn to take the microphone. Penny inhaled dramatically because she knew, you all knew this was going to be a good one. “To those of you that don’t know me, my name is Derek Morgan and up until a few months ago I worked with a very special lady. Our very own Penelope Garcia.” The BAU team cheered drunkenly from their seats. You reached around her chair, holding her close to you for this emotional process.

“Garcia and I go way back, in fact there was a time when Hotch and I had arrested her, but that was just because we needed her. We always needed her. I have said it before and I will say it again. ‘You are my God-given solace’. I would not be the husband, father or man I am today without you talking me through some of the darkest times. I can never thank you enough, Penelope.” Derek cleared his throat and looked back out to the crowd. “Then this mystery woman entered into my Baby Girl’s life and I was a little bit suspicious, understandably so. The FBI doesn’t let just ANYONE around our personal sunshine. No, that someone has to be special. Because our Garcia deserves only the best. And I am happy to report that Y/N passed every test and curve ball we could have imagined. You make her happy. I can only wish you this feeling, this overwhelming joy and security for the rest of your lives. Man, I can feel the love radiating from the two of you, it’s magical. Let’s raise our glasses to Penelope and Y/N!”

Derek swaggered over and kissed Penelope’s cheek and then your bruised one. “Ow, easy now!” You winced but hugged him all the same. “That was beautiful thank you Morgan.”

“My pleasure ladies, now I need to find my wife before the music starts.” And he was gone. You turned and hugged Carlos as he slouched into his seat with a fresh cocktail. “It was perfect!”

“D’you really think so? I was so nervous.” Carlos looked pale. You just fixed his collar and patted his back. Suddenly Alvez appeared, apparently wanting to give his regards to your Best Man as well. You winked and turned back to join your wife in conversation with JJ.

“Three is perfect, I think three is the goal.” Penelope mused.

“But then you’re out numbered! I think two is plenty for me.” JJ replied.

“Are we talking about kids, already?” You rolled your eyes, “The ink isn’t even dry yet.” Twisting Penelope’s hair gently in your fingers.

“Well, fur babies actually.” She murmured. You leaned in and rubbed her nose with your nose.

“Good answer.” Sealed with a tender kiss.

The DJ had called the chattering room to attention. The dance space had been cleared and the lights dimmed. Quietly you had found your place on the edge of the floor holding Penelope’s hand. The opening bars to Norah Jones’ “Come Away With Me” rang through out the room. You exhaled and drew her soft body into yours. You spun in a gentle circle, leaning your head onto her shoulder. You were drunk on the easy silence in the bubble of the two of you.

As the ending snare rattled into the next song, the BAU and your friends joined you on the dance floor. The upbeat strumming of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” rocked out of the speakers and you sang out happily. You and your wife danced wildly, with swinging arms and obnoxious voices crooning to each other. And the couples and friends spun in varying paces around you, a blur of happiness and colors.

So please don’t please don’t please don’t There’s no need to complicate ‘Cause our time is short This, oh this, this is our fate, I’m yours

@milkandcookies528 @marvelfanlife @dontshootmespence @imagicana @reidbyers @rachficrecs

[idk-my-aesthetic]

Carlos holds the door for the girls

Carlos on the phone saving everyone’s butts is the fucking cutest

Also look at how he runs after them it’s so funny

They’re obviously faking being this evil I can’t believe this remedial goodness scene is them not fucking with fairy Godmother

Every time fg says “you find a vial of poison” I think it’s about to cut

Evie hon please stop worrying about ur makeup ur so pretty every three seconds ur going to fix it 😭😭

Coach stop yelling at Carlos

Stan jay taking everyone down w/ ease. Except when he takes down Carlos but stan him for taking down everyone else

Have u figured out my favorite character yet??

For the record I love a lot of the other characters Carlos/camron just have the best/most little background moments compared to everyone else

Camron was an incredible talent and was just always 100% on so there’s all these little things u notice watching it again. He was just a lovely incredible talented person. I’m gonna try to donate to the Cameron Boyce Foundation if I have extra money anytime soon. May his memory be a blessing.

Carlos just deadass threw his tourney stick at Jay.

Ben tries to take the ball before jay to score and gets completely taken out

Booboo actually did like a cool flip type thing that idk the name of and it’s all one shot so it’s obviously him which is really awesome!! I love him

Chad is all bitter bc jay beat him and he’s gay for Carlos and jealous of jay thanks for coming to my Ted talk

I’m supposed to be doing laundry rn btw

Jane is really cute

I’m gay for literally everyone in this movie

Quick reminder that I’m a teenager and that’s not weird I’m their age not like 42

Chad please quit pretending to be straight

Doug is a tired bi who’s crush is crushing on his other crush who he lowkey hates

Evie is def already a science genius just not in like super scientific terms so she doesn’t know stuff like the average atomic weight (which is bs and uneeded anyway) but knows like all that properties of something off the top of her head. Don’t believe me look at the tear scene; she has practical knowledge not useless facts

Why tf did Dude even chase Carlos to begin with?? Did he recognize him and then like imedetly feel bad and be like. Oh. I must now protect this child.

“A doggelloror”

“I guess you guys have it pretty rough on the island..” tf do u think florian

Also Ben is gay for Carlos. Now I just need to think up romantic scenes for him and Evie + jay when I finally get around to writing the thing where the 5 of them end up together

Don’t expect that up until like 2077 tho I’m trying but life is busy and it’s a planned sequel to keep ur promises but I have like 4 wip sequels b4 that

Dude licks his face 😭😭😭

Evie babe please ur in love w/ mal and maybe the other vks depending on the fic. And Chad is gay the two of y’all need to stop drinking the heteronormativity juice

“Are you stalking me?!” “Technically.... yes.”

Please give Doug a boyfriend he’s cute

I’ll be his nb boyfriend k thx

Also give Jane a gf

Again I’ll be the nb gf

Also would gladly be Lonnie’s nb gf

Multi gender rights

Lonnie is def not her real name it’s def like a nickname

“You do not wanna be at my house at dinner time” I will kill Jafar with my own two hands

I love jay so much

“Can I be the fist?!”

Also I love the hc that the coach is the genie

Carlos wolf whistles when Jay comes in. Gay?????

Jay gets all sappy and is like we can do this and I’m sobbing

Mal flicked Carlos’s head leave him aloneeeee

I know he can take care of himself and that’s part of y I like him and most of the fandom infantilises him which is annoying but.

Mal’s sleeves look like bat /Dragon wings

Carlos looks so happy and comfy with Dude

Evie is so cute I’m dhdggsjfch

Ben is also adorable

Mal asks if they can stand upfront and Evie does the cutest smile in the background

Also mal’s little smile and laugh when Carlos throws her the book is sooooo cute

Carlos takes Dude to the kitchen. Keep him away from the chocolate please

Jay tries to hit on Lonnie and she just leaves. She’s a lesbian

Also he’s real cute I’m real gay

Half this post is just me being gay on main

I just want a date mate to hug and cuddle please I’m lonely

They’re all about to cryyyyy bc they’re parents don’t love them l-

Lonnie holds mal’s hand. Gay.

Why dosent she question why mal puts her fucking tear in the batter

All the girls are gay for mal

Disney I hate u for how u wrote Audrey she deserves so much better

Ben is so awkward lmao

Jay taking the cookie and his whistle being cut off is comedy gold

“He’s kinda like my brain” 😭😭😭

The announcer just roasted Carlos lmao

Carlos trips someone and then does a happy dance

Lonnie is cheering with the girls and leaning on mal. Gay

Announcer deadass said Jake instead of jay. Great job bro

Jay is probably his Americanized name too

Unless Jafar is just such a fucking dick he didn’t care enough to give his kid an actual Arabic name. Which makes sense. But jay deserves a full Arabic name and to know about his culture. Which it looks like he doesn’t from what we see in the movies. In this essay I will-

Also why dosent he have genie powers. I’m gonna give him genie powers but he should’ve had them in the movies

Are new books still gonna come out btw?

Excuse my adhd tangents

Jay just uses Carlos as a shield

Ben put the fucking mic down

I’m so stressed

The boys are such good dancers tho

IM SORRY BEN JUST JUMPS ON THE BACK OF TGE HORSE MASCOT???

ITS NOT A HORSE ITS TWO PPL DRESSED AS ONE AND HE JUST STARTS RIDING ON THEIR BACK???

He’s crowd surfing

Poor Evie looks so sad 😞

She deserves better it’s fine her gf complements her and makes her feel better

You can hear Carlos cheering for jay louder than everyone else

Why did Chad tell on Evie?? He had no reason too??

Did the teacher fucking go through her bag??? I can and will sue. I have exactly 4$ that’s enough for a lawyer right?

Doug is best boy

I really need to go do laundry....

I’m rewatching the first descendants and Cruella keeps deadass petting Carlos and I’m like.... how bout u get ur hands off him.... this is the woman who canonicaly abused him and tried to murder puppies for their fur and she keeps touching/petting his hair.... like hands off the child right now b4 I call the cops