#cielito writes

[cielito--lindo]

miss communication

a/n: still working on the new chapter for crawling back to you, but this little drabble wouldn't leave my mind today - i live for oblivious kats. my sweet little angry idiot. bakugou x reader, use of y/n, oblivious!bakugou, fluff, transfer student!reader

it was the third night in a row that you and sero had come back late from "training" and it started to grate on Katsuki's nerves, I mean sure he wasn't your boyfriend or anything, but he was your assigned training partner, so it makes more sense for you to spar with him than fuckin' tape face - OF ALL PEOPLE.

he muttered annoyed rambling under his breath as he whisked the egg batter into submission.

"easy there, cowboy" you grinned at him, plopping down on one of the seats at the kitchen island "what'd those poor eggs do to you?"

his eye twitched in annoyance "shut up" he grumbled, slowing down his speed down a notch "you try making meringue by hand."

you barked out a laugh "you've banned me from the kitchen, remember?"

"oh yes, how could i forget the horrors of the chef boyardee incident?" katsuki rolled his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his face "i don't even know how the fuck you got your grubby little hands on a can of that toxic shit."

"had my ma smuggle me a can the last time she visited" you grinned "in my defense, you weren't here to feed me, so in reality this was all your fault." you blew him a kiss as you hopped off your stool, making your way back to the common room.

katsuki felt his heart clench at the look of fondness radiating from your annoyingly pretty eyes. god, he wished he could hate you.

when you transferred into Class A during second year, he knew you were going to be a pain in his ass. it felt like he couldn't take a step without you being there or someone bringing you up in converstation, it took a turn for the worst when aizawa paired you up together.

for as annoying you were around your classmates, it was like a switch flipped during your sparring matches. you gave it your all everytime, even when katsuki could see the spasms in your muscles from overuse. he respected that. slowly..incredibly slowly...you broke down his walls piece by piece. brick by brick. the first time you pinned him to the mat was when he acknowledged to himself that maybe he had some sort of feelings for you that weren't annoyance.

you had invited him to the class movie night with a pleading sort of smile, promising him his favorite snacks "i'll even let you give denki a head slap when he interrupts with his stupid brain rot shit."

"three headslaps and you run four miles with me in the morning."

"two headslaps and two miles, but you have you buy me coffee after."

katsuki pretended to weigh his options, knowing he'd agree to anything "fine. deal."

you practically squealed and kissed his cheek "i'll save you a seat!"

katsuki was frozen to the spot, his cheek felt like it was burning where you had placed your soft lips. your coconut perfume still lingering in the air. "ah, fuck." he groaned, knowing he had to confess to you now or it was going to drive him insane. he had a whole plan thought out by the time the movie was about to start, but when he got there, he found you curled up around sero's side. your head resting comfortably on low-budget spiderman's shoulder. for the second time that day, he felt himself freeze.

"i'm a fucking idiot" he thought to himself, thankfully you hadn't seen him yet. he turned on his heel and immediately headed back to his room.

and now here he is, whipping up your favorite raspberry macarons because you had asked him to. he resumed his grumbling when mina and ochako giggled their way into the kitchen, rooting around the fridge. "ugh, y/n and sero are adorable, it's almost sickening" Mina sipped her drink, eyeing the blonde discreetly.

katsuki's ears perked up at the sound of your name.

"i'm glad she has family around!" ochako commented, smiling "i know she's been feeling homesick lately."

family??

"Oi, cheeks!" katsuki growled, clutching the piping bag tight in his hand "what do you mean, family?"

mina and ochako exchanged a look "oh, did you not know? y/n and sero are cousins!"

mina gave katsuki a smile that screamed "i fucking told you"

"sero was the one who convinced aizawa to let y/n transfer into our class after mineta got expelled. she's been begging him to extra sparring sessions since you suddenly became...busy. if your schedule frees up soon, you should talk to her, kats." mina winked "wouldn't want there to be any..miscommunications."

the two girls sauntered away leaving katsuki alone with his desserts

"COUSINS?!"

[theorganasolo]

2024 Fic Rec List

I know I'm late (sorry friends) but wanted to do my end of year shout out to my favorite fics I've read! Most of these will be for Javi P because he's my beloved but onward we go!

Learning to Live by @wheresarizona Arizona, bestie, I love love love seeing how much this fic has grown and where you have taken Javi and Cielito over the years. You GET Javi so much and it comes across in your writing, very well. I appreciate every snippet you have texted me about these two - and I treasure our friendship as well <3

It's Never Too Late and Forever and Always by @javierpena-inatacvest MADELINE you have created such an amazing universe with these two stories! As a midwest girly who loves the Blackhawks (even if they suck) and Javier Peña it's so easy to put myself in reader's shoes - thank you for feeding me with the breeding kink in all your fics haha

Hubby and Wife by @notjustjavierpena - I really cherish every update you give in this universe! Every time I go I the javier peña x reader tag and see an update I get so excited! Love seeing Javi get the big family he deserves. I find myself rereading so many of the installments

Worth The Wait by @kteague K I constantly come back to this series so many times, it just hits so good, and I love the latest installment you gave us this year! Love these two so much!

First Anniversary by @wildemaven Heidi I love Poppy and Dieter so much! And this update on the pair of them was so sweet, I LOVE the interview format that you did, it was really unique <3

A Litany of Lethe by @kiwisbell I remember reading this at work at my jaw just dropping over how beautiful it is, you wrote Javi's turmoil SO well here - I really hope you write more for him because you just GET who he is.

Pump by @morallyinept First off let me just say you are SO talented for making this as hot as it is and it actually doesn't have that much smut! I love for the vivd description's of the man's dick so thank you for feeing my horniness

Spiaggia, amore e limone by @thundermartini - You gave me the dream of vacationing with Javi in Italy, this was such a joy to read!!

Firsts and When In Positano by @honeyedmiller You write Javi so so so well! When In Positano sent me to the moon in back with the honeymoon in Italy PLUS the baby making, I remember reading this several times <3

Tastes So Sweet by @jolapeno - When I say this DID THINGS TO ME when I read it (and then reread and reread it). Honestly your whole javi master list is amazing <3

The Hostage by @javier-pena - This was SO good! You really wrote the tension so well in this fic and it inspired me to read News of a Kidnapping. (also I literally am the most annoying in your notes reblogging your javi gifs every day so thanks for putting up with that aha)

Hummingbird Has Landed by @wardenparker Connie I absolutely adore your Soulmate Sunday fics and they really make my Sunday's brighter :) This was so so so fun to read, I loved every aspect of it!

Make Me Sweat by @itsokbbygrl - THIS WAS SO GOOD! The little part about y'all possibly having a baby gave me butterflies

Married Man by @mellowswriting MEL I love your Javi and your writing so so so much! The wedding band kink just GETS ME

Neighbors by @gothcsz When I say this SUCKED ME IN SO FAST, also the angst is literally killing me but you do it so well! Can't wait to see what else is in store here! (also it won't let me link to your story directly so linking to your Masterlist)

Landslide by @frenchiereading - This was so so so cute! I loved seeing Javi with his little family <3

Like Snow on the Beach by @guiltyasdave Combining my two loves of Javier Peña and Taylor Swift. I love the hopeful note this ended on.

Have a Good Night by @punkshort This was such a sweet story and really unique! I loved the flower shop aspect of it all <3

Honey by @yxtkiwiyxt I love the way you write Javi and this was such a fun holiday one shot!

Also want to shout out Maybe Today, Maybe Forever by @hopelikethemoon- Literally in my top 3 Javi fanfics, everyone needs to read this! It's 150 chapters of smut and Javi fluff - the world building is everything

And last but certainly not least a shout out to @manndo for simply being the best <3 - Mel there are literally no words I can put here but I cherish you so much!

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hello, can I request Arthur x fem!Reader?

I was thinking of this: reader tries to teach how to play guitar to Arthur but it'll be kinda chaotic,something sweet and fun. I had this idea while listening to Javier singing cielito lindo.

Byee <3

࣪ ˖✧ Musical Interlude

✦ Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader ✦ Warnings/tags: None/pure fluff and silliness. ✦ Words: 1,9k ✦ a/n: Alright here it is, I hope you'll like it! NB: I made Arthur right-handed in this when canonically he seems to be ambidextrous; just thought it would be more convenient this way. As a guitar player myself, I loved writing this! (Arthur's pic is from my playthrough, guitar's pic from interest.)

Lately, life had been a little bit easier at camp. People were well-fed thanks to Mr. Pearson and the boys hunting copious amounts of animals, the swamps right next to Shady Belle providing unexpected resources like shrimps, alligator's eggs, or even 'gators themselves if one was bold enough to hunt them (which was definitely the case for some of the risk-takers in the gang.).

Jack had been saved and safely returned to his mother by John, Dutch, and Arthur a few days ago, and it definitely participated in keeping the mood bright and cheerful since his return party.

You were in a particularly happy mood yourself on this sunny afternoon, sitting on one of the boxes around the main campfire, tents and the usual mess of belongings specific to every camp containing a large amount of people surrounding you, making you feel at home. You liked this heterogeneous gathering of people's stuff; Hosea's book next to Dutch's almost extinguished cigar, little rocks Jack had gathered next to Charle's arrows, a half-eaten plate of stew abandoned there by John next to a letter that was probably Lenny's.

You liked this funny combination of objects; it made the camp feel full of life, homey, and convivial. It made you feel even more joyful.

"Hey Javier, you in the mood for a duo ?" You asked your charming Hispanic companion who had just finished eating on the big log around the campfire, putting his plate away.

"Always, mi princesa." The man happily answered, grabbing his guitar and yours that was carefully tidied just behind his and Uncle's banjo. He handed it to you, a big smile on his face.

You grabbed your instrument and placed it on your lap, left hand naturally placing itself around its neck, fingers pressing on the strings to warm them up a bit. Javier and you had always loved playing together; playing an instrument was already funny in normal times, but with another musician, it was even better. You could share the music, talk with each other in a language known only by artists, respond and play with each other in notes and phrases.

The dark-haired man had started playing an upbeat strumming, a fast, gypsy-like rhythm. You liked it, he was carrying you to allow you to solo on his rhythm. You gladly obliged, little grin on your face as your fingers danced on the neck, your other hand skillfully picking the right string every time, creating a harmonious melody on top of your friend's notes.

Some of the other members had gathered around you to listen, some whistling along as you played. Uncle was having the time of his life listening to you both, clapping his hands in rhythm. In the little group watching the show you were putting on, you noticed Arthur, subtle smile on his face, sipping on a cup of coffee, arms half-crossed. God, he was so beautiful even just like this, on a simple afternoon at camp, blue eyes bright with the light of the sun, light brown hair matching a sandy color flannel he had rolled up his elbows. You almost lost your rhythm when your eyes lingered on his bare forearms, and you quickly focused back on what you were doing, a sheepish little smile on your face.

After a prolonged moment of musical interlude, Javier thanked you and went back on with his day, explaining something about going fishing, which didn't surprise you. You were strumming mindlessly now, playing a little melody that was coming to you on the spot instead of an actual song. Most of the gang members walked off, some started around the campfire with you. Of course, Uncle was the first to sit on the white chair next to Javier's green tent, the old man had almost taken up residence on it; then came Hosea, opening a book as often after lunch, and finally Arthur, who came sitting right next to you on the blue box next to the brown one you were sat on, his cup of coffee left emptied on the floor.

You smiled at him, happy he wanted to rest for a while; it was rare for him to just come and sit by the fire, in fact, you were surprised he was even in camp on an afternoon at all, considering he was almost every day on a job or out hunting, coming back only for dinners and nights.

"Mr Morgan." You welcomed him with a sweet smile. Your mood was even brighter than before with him by your side.

"Miss Y/N..." He greeted you back, shifting a bit on the box, as if he was getting nervous. "You an' Javier play really well..." He began, deep voice drawling, always like he was taking his time to talk.

"Thanks, Arthur!" You claimed, genuinely happy he had liked it. With Arthur's usual poker face, it was sometimes hard to know what he was actually enjoying or not.

"I was wonderin'... Erm... Maybe..." He muttered under his breath, his eyes usually sharp and eager to make eye contact were now running away from yours. You could tell he was embarrassed, that piqued your curiosity and even softened your heart. He looked so cute like this.

"Yes...?" You inquired with an encouraging tone, offering him a reassuring smile, wanting him to understand he had nothing to feel embarrassed for.

"Maybe, you could show me some chords? I always wanted t' learn..." He probed you with a soft and interrogative tone. In a way, you had always liked how he acted more carefully and calmly around you.

"Oh! I would love to, Arthur." Your cheerful answer along with your enthusiasm made him crack up a big smile. Your heart felt lighter at this sight.

You gently offered him your instrument, placing it on his own lap.

"Alright, so. When you're right-handed, you put your left hand on the neck, and your right one on the strings." You explained to him, Arthur placing his hands where you told him, holding your guitar as carefully as if it was a newborn.

"Perfect. Now you need to pinch the strings to make a chord. For that, your fingers need to press this way-" You showed him by gesturing your fingers, curling them in the position they were supposed to have on the guitar. "What's good with you is that you already have calloused hands, so it won't hurt too much when pressing the strings."

Arthur tried to place them as you showed, but every time he tried he kept on letting them fall flat on the other strings; which made you laugh a bit.

"You need to curl them more, Arthur, or else we won't hear all the strings." You instructed him, and he chuckled a bit himself.

"Ah, this is more difficult than I thought..." He confessed in an amused tone, making fun of his own inexperience.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just... Put them..." You bent over to him and gently used both your hands to make him properly grab the neck, and place his fingers how you wanted. "...This way."

Arthur tried to hold this position but it just felt so unnatural for his hand to be tensed like that. On top of that, your proximity and the soft touch of your fingers against his skin were definitely not helping making him more focused, not even mentioning how he could smell your delicate perfume when being close like this.

"A-Alright... Then ?" He asked you, trying to learn some more and focus back on the instrument, not his owner.

"Then, you strum the strings with your right hand, from up to down at first." You explained head tilted towards said hand, waiting for him to make a move.

Arthur did as you told, his fingers strumming way too hard, resulting in a horrible dissonant chord considering most of his fingers had moved on his left hand. You couldn't hold back a laugh at the sound he had made, and he followed you, feeling so ridiculous right now.

"Ah, damnit..."

"Arthur, you don't have to beat up the damn guitar!" You joked in between giggles, unable to contain yourself at the sight of the great Arthur Morgan struggling to play an instrument.

"This... Damned thing is sneaky; thought it was easy when lookin' at ya..." He mumbled, obviously frustrated by not succeeding, but also still a little amused at himself, the corner of his lips curling in a slight grin.

"Told you, you'll get used to it. You just have to keep playin'..."

As if to prove he could do it, Arthur tried again, but his index finger had moved again and was pinching the wrong string. When he tried strumming again, less softly, the chord began nicely, and both of you smiled triumphantly... Until the last string, when a terrible bum note ruined all his efforts.

You looked into his eyes, mouth trembling as you forced yourself not to burst out in laughter; he looked so frustrated, but the moment his eyes crossed yours, you both succumbed and exploded in a cacophony of laughing.

Hosea and Uncle had turned their head to your improbable duo, the sight of Arthur trying his best but miserably failing at hitting the good notes making them laugh too. Hosea's gaze caught yours, with this small knowing grin so typical of him, and you blushed a bit. Was it that obvious that you were spending the best afternoon trying to teach your beloved outlaw to play your favorite instrument?

"Y/N, I think it's useless, I'm way too shitty at this..." He admitted, a small but deep chuckle escaping from his chest.

"No no no, I told you before, you just need some practice. Look..."

You got up from the box and placed yourself right in front of him, grabbing each of his hands with each of yours. With your right one, you positioned his index and middle fingers properly to play the simplest chord, the E minor.

With your right hand, you gently guided his from up to down, making the tips of his fingers gently brush every string.

The chord finally ended up sounding right from start to finish, and Arthur let out a triumphant and sharp "Ah!", looking genuinely so happy it sounded good. You smiled fondly at him. How could a so violent and rough man look so adorable and goofy right now?

"See? You can do it." You asserted him, looking up at him in the eyes.

"Thank you miss, you did all the work..." He acknowledged, still smiling, the subtlest red covering his cheeks.

In the background, Hosea and Uncle were looking at each other with this specific look that was saying "There's definitely something between these two but we're not going to say anything".

You and Arthur spend another long moment trying to make him learn the simplest chords, those that require only two or three fingers. You two would crack up smile and laugh every time he would play a wrong chord, and honestly, it was the best day for you both in a long time.

As the sun was setting down, Arthur sighed deeply, realizing he hadn't done anything considered productive yet, spending his afternoon playing with you. He slowly handed you back your guitar, a gentle expression on his face.

"Thank you for your patience, darlin'. I don't know how you're dealin' with this awful skills of mine..."

"Come on, you've made some progress! Keep on training, Arthur. I'm sure you'll soon be the most famous player in the West, on top of being its fastest gunslinger. " You encouraged him, face as pleasant and lovely as a sweet peach on a hot summer day.

Your words made Arthur snort a last amused chuckle.

"You're puttin' too much hope on me, Miss." He concluded with an amused smile before leaving you, heart lighter, ideas brighter than when he had begun his day.

Arthur knew he wouldn't be very talented at guitar, but he also was certain he was going to ask you to teach him again some other day, and he would make sure to play more wrong notes, just to have the sweet opportunity to feel your tender touch on him again.

[wheresarizona]

Arizona’s End of the Year Roundup

Hey, besties! This has been a fucking year, let me tell you, and life really decided to throw me some curve balls over this last month just to keep me on my toes.

2024 was a year of new journeys—I started my new life of official singledom, I cut off all of my hair, I quit the best job I’ve ever had to start a new one with better opportunities, I got healthier both mentally and physically, and lost 50 lbs, I got many new piercings and tattoos, I made new friends, and for the first time in probably my entire life, I got to be happy and focus on myself. Things weren’t always smooth; there were definitely hiccups along the way, but you know what? I made it, and you did, too.

I just wanna thank everyone for their love and support. All of the comments and asks I got this past year, really kept me going, and you have no idea what they meant to me. I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I thought I’d do a little writing roundup, in case you’re interested:

Total words on posted fics and WIPs: 205,993

- Total words written for Learning to Live: 142,852

Most amount of words posted: Learning to Live Chapter 34 - 24,017

Least amount of words posted: Brunettes - 798

My favorite thing I wrote: Javi’s bit about grief in chapter 32 of LTL. I was battling my own grief at the time, and it was very cathartic to go on a similar journey as Cielito, and for her to have someone so loving and supportive.

My least favorite thing I wrote: It’s only because it’s fighting me and the words aren’t coming as easy as usual, but chapter 35 of LTL. Love the content, hate the difficulty.

The thing I’m most surprised I wrote: Columba. I saw one preview for Gladiator 2, heard his voice, and I was done for.

My guilty pleasure that I wrote with me in mind: but he’s the one I want. DBF!Joel has me in a chokehold right now and I maybe, possibly might be writing a follow up…

4 things I watched on repeat while writing:

- The Emperor’s New Groove (2000)

- Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella (1997)

- Chicago (2002)

- Les Misérables (2012)

(As you can tell, I love musicals)

Most listened to playlists while writing: Hadestown (Original Broadway Cast Recording) and my Taylor Swift playlist

My go-to writing drinks: Iced soy chai (Starbucks, preferred), Diet Dr. Pepper, or water

My go-to writing snack: Candy (type depends on the mood I’m in. Lately it’s been Hi-Chews)

My favorite place to write: My comfy chair in the corner of my room I got specifically for writing.

My least favorite place to write: Work—too many distractions at this new one.

The wildest places I wrote smut: Outback Steakhouse parking lot while I waited for my food, and sitting at a table at Outback Steakhouse while celebrating my sister’s birthday. (Don’t know what it is about Outback Steakhouse that gets the words flowing)

That’s all I could think to include, but if you have more you wanna know, just let me know!

There are so many people I wanna thank, and I’m gonna try and tag as many as my exhausted brain can remember right now: @juletheghoul @theorganasolo @littlemisspascal @katareyoudrilling @devineconjuring @kilamonster @iamskyereads @theetherealbloom @agg5041 @heareball @artsy-girl-76 @toomanystoriessolittletime @thevoiceinyourheadx and 🌱

Happy New Year, everyone!

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @whatsintheboxmh 💕 More from my Kali fic.

Que seamos solo tu y yo

Aquí en nuestro planeta, aquí en nuestro planeta

TK turns in Carlos’s embrace, looping his arms around his neck as Carlos tightens his grip on his hips. TK takes in the contented look on his face, the soft smile and the way his eyes are heavy-lidded.

“Hi husband.”

Carlos chuckles again, the low reverberations rumbling through his chest and into TK’s where they’re touching.

“Hello, my husband,” he whispers back, placing a featherlight kiss to TK’s brow. “Mi amor.” TK closes his eyes in response to another kiss to his cheek. “Mi cielito.” A lingering kiss to his lips. “Mi corazon.”

TK feels his heart melting into molten liquid, can’t bring himself to do much more than sigh and whisper his husband's name.

“Carlos.”

“Tyler.”

They sway together in the moonlight, bare feet sinking deeper into the soft sand as the waves lap closer and closer to their ankles with the waxing tide, dancing slowly along with them to the song that’s soundtracked their honeymoon. It feels like a bookend.

“I’m not ready to go back,” TK says eventually. Carlos grunts in agreement. TK sighs happily. Carlos has been relaxed and open the whole week, but he still needs to check. “Did you have a good honeymoon, baby?”

Tagging @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @paperstorm @orchidscript @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @tommy-kinard-buckley @honeybee-taskforce @tellmegoodbye @alrightbuckaroo @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ladytessa74 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @pimento-playing-hopscotch @basilsunrise @literateowl @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @sapphic--kiwi @herefortarlos @americansrequiems @captain-gillian @carlos-tk @fifthrideroftheapocalypse @fitzherbertssmolder @strandnreyes @filet-o-feelings @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @kiwichaeng @iboatedhere @tinyluminaryzombie @guardian-angle22 @theghostofashton @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @never-blooms @decafdino @certifiedflower and OPEN TAG 🏷️

[knmaskitten]

Nonsense ˚⊹♡

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/ afab!reader.

Summary: Based on Sabrina Carpenter's espresso and nonsense. You met Oikawa Tooru at a bar in Argentina, Oikawa has always been the type of guy to have hundrends of women thrown at him but this encounter was different because this time he wanted to throw himself at you.

warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. A lot of slapping. Oral f and m recieving. Fingering. Very badly written smut. Use of spanish. Hair pulling. not pulling out. Mentions of the pill. Unprotected P in V. Not rough but also not vanilla?. No use of y/n. No physical descriptions of reader. Lots of badly written banter. CRINGE.

notes: I love writing about oikawa he is a little piece of shit and I love him! this fic was not proof read as I would fucking cringe doing so. English is not my main language so I apologize for any bad grammar. As always my AO3 is here.

wc: 3,240.

minors DNI. +18 only

You were sitting alone on a stool at a very crowded bar. You could hear the different chatter intertwine as you were waiting for your friend Luciana to arrive. Today it was girls’ night, so, of course, you decided to dress up a little more nicely than you usually do. Your pick for today was a very tight bodycon black dress with a squared neckline that, well, did wonders for your entire body. You decided not to mess with your hair, as it naturally framed your face beautifully and gave your face a sort of brightness.

You felt your phone buzz; it was a text from your friend: “Lo siento, nena. Voy algo tarde” (I’m sorry, baby. I’m a little bit late) you read on the screen of your phone. You sighed. Part of you knew how tardy Luciana liked to be and, moreso, allowed herself to be. This wasn’t really a surprise to you, nor did it anger you; you just limited yourself to resigning to this. Today was going to be a good day, you told yourself, and no tardiness was going to disturb your mindset today.

When the bartender passed you your mojito (which you ordered extra sweet), you drank up, dark red lipstick staining the glass as it left your lips.  You swirled the ice around and left it at the table as you saw a dark brown-haired guy approach the seat next to yours. This made you skeptical, as you saw through his real intentions.

“No sé si vos sabés, pero ese asiento está ocupado” (I don’t know if you know, but that seat is taken), you said with parsimony, waiting for him to move. He looked foreign to you, and something in his aura made you feel weirdly interested in him. You analyzed his eyes, which were brown, seductive, and had a playful hint behind them.

“¿Por quién? No veo a nadie, pretty lady.” (By who? I don't see anyone), he said playfully, the last part forcefully in his home language, like he was challenging you. And you were so not having his shit, who does he think he was?

"Look, pretty boy, I’m not really playing around here.” You said it in a low tone, matching his language, which you knew, and you were glad that you took those extra classes in college all for this weird moment.

“Do you want to share a drink or something?” He put both hands up, tacitly asking for a truce between you and him.

You actually thought about his offer; he was good-looking, very good-looking, like the type of guy you could be pining for, and he could never be interested in you. And you could not believe he was hitting on you, of all people. You were having a hard time deciding between girls’ night or going home with this stranger, but you had a strong resolve. You promised Luciana this.

And well, it wasn’t like guys didn’t hit on you, but not these types of guys, not guys that looked toned and heaven-like. And you didn’t want anything to do with him; it was too weird for you. But also, it was sweet to think that he was flirting with you (in a very weird manner).

“Do I look like I want a drink?” You spat, arching your brow. “And you look very young. ¿Qué edad tienes cielito? ¿Seguro que puedes venir a estos lugares?” (How old are you, honey? Are you sure you can come to these places?)

He looked annoyed at this, like you touched a very sensitive fiber on him. He replied, gritting his teeth:

“Tengo 24 querida” (I’m 24, dear) 

“I could swear you were younger.”You laughed at this clearly mocking him. You know, you might as well have some fun while Luciana arrived, you do love the idea of men wrapped around your finger. So you did what you thought was best; you moved you hair out of the way and leaned in, cleary with intentions of showing your cleavage. You gave him a half-lidded look:

“You shouldn’t get lost in these kind of places, you might get a very unpleasant surprise.” You shrugged then took a sip of your drink.

“Like you?” He sarcastically replied, getting closer as well. He should not be getting any ideas, you were the one leading this conversation not him. You had power, he had his looks only.

“Believe me I’m not the unpleasant one here” 

The vanilla perfume you wore today had him on a whirl, he felt like never before. You were one of the first girls that did not want to throw themselves at him and it was killing his ego. You looked wonderfull in your dress and he could be drooling over it. You looked like someone who might turn him down and that was so exciting for him, a kind of feeling at the pit of his stomach bubbled at the thought.

“I’m Oikawa Tooru” he stated, almost fiercely, as if he wanted you to tattoo this information on your head.

“Mmm…Oikawa…Tooru…Ah! you play on the San Juan don’t you?” You loved volleyball, since you were little. You nevere pursued a career on it but you practiced often and you had muscles thanks to it.

“You…know me? And you don’t want me?” He bluntly said in disbielef. You knew him, and you didn’t drool over him. That was a stabbing right to his ego, it hurted like hell.

“Why would I? You’re just a guy”

“Eh! Just a guy?” You were definitely killing him, tearing his ego one by one.

“Why, can’t stand rejection?” You giggled, clearly mocking him.

“Is that your way or rejecting me?”

“Perhaps.”

“Well I don’t really think so, cielito.”

Before you could reply your phone rang, and Luciana’s number was shown on the screen alongside a picture of the two of you together. You were sticking out your tongue while she gave you bunny ears with two of her fingers. You thought the worst; you knew something was up.

“Pelotuda, no me jodas que te pasó algo.” (Motherfucker, don’t tell me something happened to you.) You said it rapidly as you picked up the phone, omitting the hello.

“Mira, nena, la verdad es que estoy acá y no te veo en ningún lado.” (Look, babe, the truth is, im here and I don’t see you anywhere.)

“Boluda…No me digas que te equivocaste de bar.” (Idiot, don’t tell me you got the bar wrong.)

“Era el bar María, ¿No?” (It was the María bar, right?)

“¡No!, era el Alfredo’s” (No! it was Alfredo's.) You hissed angrily.

You had it sometimes with Luciana; she was your best friend but that didnt mean you had to agree to everything she did. This was one of those days, and honestly? fuck it. You stood up, furiously placing some argentinian pesos on top of the table and standing from your stool. You were hearing a series of apologetic words on the other line that came like a current towards your ear. You were not having it.

“Luciana, silencio. No quiero escuchar más; dejamos la salida para otro día, boluda.” (Luciana, silence. I don’t want to hear it anymore; we will leave it for another day, idiot.)

And with that, you hung up, not really wanting to hear Luciana’s response. You picked up your black purse and fixed your hair. As you were walking out, you turned on your heels. Filled with determination, you walked towards a very confused Oikawa. You placed your hand on top of his and led him out of the bar with you, and he happily obliged without saying a word.

Oikawa and you did not exchange words on the way to your apartment. It was a very comfortable silence. He had his hand on top of your thigh, applying a little bit of pressure every so often. You liked it; you liked how he felt all mushy for you and how he was trembling so slightly with desire. You could feel how he bubbled with the same intensity as you did.

When you arrive at your apartment, both of you stay quiet and still on the doorway, first admiring your dimly lit living room and secondly thinking of what the hell to do. Oikawa knew this routine very well; he was a girls’ boy at the end of the day, and he had his fun often. But you clouded his judgment, and he wasn’t really able to dictate what to do as he usually did.

You grew tired of the indecision on his part and rolled your eyes. You clearly didn’t give a fuck about anything right now (and perhaps usually), and this brief moment of silence was appeasing the feeling in your lower belly, and you didn’t want that. So, you did what every girl in your place would do: you took him by the collar and crashed your lips together. 

It started as a clumsy kiss, and it evolved into something more complicated, intense, and hungry. Your hands were exploring his hair as he hugged you by your hips. You knew he was tall, and you thanked your shoes for giving you a lot more height than you had because it would have been harder to do this if it weren’t for it. He stopped kissing you for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Can I touch you?”

“Do it.” You demanded.

He resumed the kiss, now guiding it. He started by grabbing your ass and squishing it hard, then slapping it, to which you let out a small whimper in between kisses. He definitely liked your ass because he groped it several times. His hands then wandered towards your hips, where he squished your sides. You liked it—how strong his hands were, how extremely feral you knew he could be.

“Do not restrain yourself. Don’t you dare, Oikawa.” 

And so he didn’t. He turned you around and bent you on top of your kitchen counter, giving you a hard, dull slap on your ass. Your tits sprung out of your dress, getting hard when they hit the cold surface, and you shut your eyes, biting your lip. He started generating friction between his crotch and your ass, and you could feel him. You felt how big he was and how much he needed to eat you up. 

His hands went to your hair, pulling you up; your back was arched, and your ass was glued in place to his erection. You allowed yourself to be; you really needed to blow some stress out, and this looked like the perfect opportunity, so you did what you needed to do and what you knew was going to feel freeing. You moaned loudly and clearly. He seemed to briefly stop what he was about to do when he heard you, spellbound. 

“You’re such a good girl when you want to, huh?” He said it in your neck, his warm breath hitting your cold skin. The hairs on your skin sprung up.

It was May, and the coldness could be felt throughout the region already, so it was so comforting how he held you because he exuded a certain kind of dangerous warmth, the intoxicating kind. You wanted to be filled with it. And tacitly obliging to your wishes, he took both your breasts in his hands and started playing with them.

“How dare you. Driving me crazy with this little black dress of yours”

He pinched one of your nipples, erecting a moan out of your throat. He also started biting your neck, leaving hard hickeys (that were definitely going to leave a mark), licks and bites, hard bites, praising you for your noises. His other hand found the hem of your dress, impatiently playing with it as his head grew lighter with lust.

“Undress me.” 

You always were one to demand, and you loved how he followed your orders without hesitation. He turned you around and lifted you up; you were facing him, and your core was against his crotch, creating a blissfully good friction. You were growing wetter by the minute, and you knew you were going to start to get extremely needy if he didn’t hurry.

“Shit, sorry. Which one is the door to your room?”

“The one to the right.” you giggled, out of breath.

He placed you gently on the bed, then, without hesitation, took out your dress, leaving you in your underwear. You definitely felt exposed, but you were not going to allow yourself to cower in this moment.

“Enjoying the view?”

Oikawa was never a guy to stick with someone for a long period of time; he would rather be alone but have fun and, in all of his conquests, he was never this head over heels for someone. He saw you at the bar, and some kind of dream came true for him. You were beautiful; you made him want to keep looking, keep digging, and know as much about you as possible. And he met you an hour ago! 

“I’m going to make you learn my name tonight.” he bluntly stated.

“Oikawa…”

“Moan it.”

And as he said that, he pushed himself on top of you and started sucking on one of your nipples, nibbling and licking as well. You were on extasis; it felt so incredibly good to have an experienced mouth working so intensely on your pleasure. And while doing so, one of his hands travelled down to your panties, feeling the wet spot you were leaving.

“You’re such a brat with me, while your pussy fucking cries for me.”

Oh, my god.

He started to rub slow circles on the spot where your clit should be.  You let out small crying whimpers. You felt so impatient; you wanted him to rip your underwear and fucking touch you, to end this misery and let you have what you needed the right way. You could feel how experienced he was, looking at you half-lidded with his hazel brown eyes. He started to slide down your panties, painfully slow, until your core was fully exposed to him.

What he did then surprised you: he slapped you directly on your clit and you arched your back at this, moaning. He seemed cocky as he watched you squirm under his touch, he wanted more of this, so much more. So he did what he knew you were going to love. He spread you out (until your legs felt that muscular pain of stretching) and buried his face between your legs. 

His tongue was the first thing you felt, eating you like you were this man’s last meal on earth. He sucked on your clit and applied preassure to it while also fucking you with his tongue. He helped by introducing one finger inside you and pumping it in and out. You were a loud mess; you could feel how he touched you as every nerve in your body was alert and crisped up. His sole finger made you feel like you were so freaking close to your orgasm, and then he flicked on your clitoris, the overstimulation filling you up.

He introduced a second finger, increasing his pace as he tried to reach your g spot (which he succeeded in). 

“Tooru.” You moaned loudly, feeling overwhelmed by ecstasy.

His pace only went up by this, as if you were chanting his name in a volleyball game. And this is how he was going to win. He was going to make you feel so good that you could never forget his fingers and his dick. You were going to be his and his only.

“Don’t shut up; be fucking loud, hermosa.”

He didn’t stop and, with the right amount of pressure of his fingers, you came undone with his fingers, covering them with slick.

“You're such a good girl when you’re filled up. Not very commanding now, are you?”

“Put your fucking dick inside me, Tooru.”

“Watch that tone, preciosa. You’re going to make me punish you if you behave badly.”

“Tooru, please.” You pleaded.

You sat up as you said this, looking up at him with your mouth slightly parted and huffing as you were recovering from your orgasm. Your hand approached his belt, and he knew this was game over as he allowed you to unbuckle his pants and push them down. You stayed still, admiring his length through his boxers, before cupping it with your hand. You stood up, not breaking eye contact for one second, kneeling down in front of him.

You placed both of your hands on the hem of his boxers and pushed it down, exposing his length. You were mesmerized by how big he was; you couldn’t wait to be filled to the brim with him.

Please.

Oh, god, please.

You grabbed his length and put it in your mouth and you started bobbing your head in an almost rhythmic succession. It was ever so slightly, but you could hear Oikawa whimper and blush because of your ministrations, and you felt incredible because of it. You decided to deep-throat him. As you sucked and masturbated him with your hand as well, you slowly saw Oikawa get more and more flustered, as if this were his Achilles talon.

“Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

He said this as he grabbed your head with one of his hands and started moving it at a higher pace. This was difficult for you as you were in need of air and you were choking at times but he didn't really care; he just wanted to come in your face. And when that moment came, you were a panting mess with cum coating your face. He admired you, looking at you as if you were a trophy to admire and take care of.

He didn’t wait for both of you to calm down; he made you stand up and bent you over the bed. Once again, he slapped your ass, this time leaving various red marks on it. He pumped his length twice; that was all he needed.

“You’re on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

And with that, he aligned himself with your entrance and started to thrust. Oikawa loved the view, how your ass bounced every time he thrust into you, how your tits were a fucking mess, and your muffled moans. Oh, your moans—those were music to his ears; he couldn’t describe it otherwise than an angelic cry. You were being stretched out by his dick; it was big for you, and he did not give you space to adapt; you had to adapt to him. Every thrust felt like a piece of heaven given to you.

He placed one hand at your hip and the other one in your clit, stimulating you. He wanted you to come; that was clear, and there was something you wanted from him as well. When you felt his first moan, you knew he was going to get close, so you asked what you wanted.

“Don’t pull out.”

“Baby…”

“I’m on the pill, It will be fine, I swear.”

And when you came, he came afterwards inside you. You felt happy as you plopped down into bed with him beside you. He kissed your forehead and helped you clean up, and as you were both feeling tired, you decided to sleep.

This surely was nonsense, but at least you now have someone to rely on when you need to blow stress off.

Thank you for reading <3

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[thedirtybeanlife]

If you’re down for it could you write a chubby nb reader x Rudy or Alejandro? (Can be SFW or NSFW I don’t mind pookie)

(ofc! it's a little short, but i hope you enjoy!! <33)

Alejandro x Reader

You stand in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner. Alejandro had been at work since early this morning, way before the sun had risen. Knowing he would be hungry, you ran out to the store and bought the things to make his favorite meal; carne asada, homemade flour tortillas, and fresh pico de gallo. Quickly working, you take the steak that has been marinating since this morning out of the fridge and place it on the counter.

Walking outside, you open the lid of the grill and throw the meat onto the hot rack, closing the lid again and bringing everything else outside and place it on the counter surrounding the grill from a safe distance, making a makeshift outdoor kitchen. After placing everything down, you start chopping the red onion, cilantro, tomatoes, and a jalapeño to make the fresh pico de gallo. You carefully squeeze in some lime juice from a fresh lime and mix it all together, covering it and sitting it aside.

Just as you go to start preparing to make the homemade tortillas with the dough you had made a little bit ago, you hear footsteps approaching you making you look up with a smile.

"Huele increíble aquí, mi amor," Alejandro says with a smile as he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you, effortlessly picking you up like you weigh nothing making you blush slightly. Even after all these years together, you struggled with accepting his affection when it came to your physical appearance.

"I figured you've had a long day, so I'm making your favorite," you say with a grin as he holds you in his strong arms, your feet still not touching the ground below.

"Carne Asada, huh? You know me so well, mi cielito," he laughs before placing a kiss to your lips and putting you back down, moving to lean against the counter your working on.

You smile happily up at him, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before going back to rolling out the flour tortillas and placing them on a tea towel carefully. You then put a cast iron skillet on the burner of the grill, heating it up and oiling it slightly so the dough doesn't stick.

"I was also thinking i could make you and the boys some dulce de leche mousse this weekend for the gathering Rudy has planned," you offer sweetly.

"I think everyone would love that, baby," he smiles and nods as he watches you, "Do you want any help?"

"Absolutely not. This is my treat to you. You work too hard all day to have to come home and make dinner too," you scold playfully, swatting him away with your dish towel as he tries to step in and help.

He laughs as you swat him away and puts his hands up in mock surrender, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and placing his chin on it after. Alejandro runs his large hands under your apron and shirt, his calloused fingers gently grabbing at your plump flesh and caressing it as he runs his fingers along your curves whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you work.

Within thirty minutes, everything is done and Alejandro insisted he at least could set the table. After a few minutes of trying to tell him no, you give up and he happily walks inside to grab plates and silverware for the table. You carry all of the food inside in two trips and place it in respect places on the kitchen table.

"Dios mío, mi amor. esto se ve increíble," Alejandro gapes at the food as he watches you set it down.

You laugh at his reaction and grab two glasses, pouring some wine into each, handing him one and putting yours down on the table. You pile food on his plate before sitting down and doing the same to yours. He digs in immediately, moaning around a mouthful of steak and tortilla, nodding before swallowing and going in for another large bite.

"Calm down, Alejandro!" you laugh, "It's not going anywhere. you're going to choke, Baby." your smile widens as you look at him from across the table.

"Amor, this is simply the best thing you've ever made," he says in astonishment.

"Ale, honey, you say that every time i make it," you laugh softly and take a bite of your food, eating at a slower pace than Alejandro so you don't choke.

"And I mean it every time," he says seriously around mouthful of food, manners fully forgotten as he savors every bite.

Later that evening, after everything's been cleaned and leftovers are put in the fridge, you and Alejandro sit on the couch, watching a random western movie he had put on, neither of you paying any mind to it as you lay in each others arms, talking about your days and what you did. His fingers run through your hair as you cuddle into his chest under the fuzzy blanket draped over both of you. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand up and down your back under your shirt, his nails grazing comfortingly over your soft skin.

"i love you, Ale," you say softly, placing a kiss to his jawline.

"I love you more, mi amor," Alejandro responds with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, simply basking in the comfort you bring each other, never more content than in this moment.

[always-andromeda]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞ñ𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,109

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Once you get involved with Javier Peña, he never goes away...

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: So this is one of my first official times writing for a Pedro character?? New era I guess!!!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (minors, do not interact), fingering, soft!dom Javier, but he's also a little bit of an asshole, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, nothing else I can think of!

With his fingers circling your clit, Javier Peña is close to completely figuring you out. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but his imagination had wandered in this direction before. Too many times he found himself drifting off, wondering what it would feel like to be knuckle deep in your cunt. What kind of pornographic sounds he’d drag out of you with each pump. What kind of taste would be dripping from his fingers, lingering on his tongue when he kissed you so deep that you’d drown in him.

Those images were way more intoxicating than anything else he’d tried. Now there was something worse than any selfish Wall Street junkie or vindictive narco; a DEA agent craving a drug that he’d never even touched in the first place. At least until now. 

He has you on his couch, partially because you’d refused to let him show you to his bed. But you should’ve known that Javier didn’t need a bed to get you under him. All he needed was a spark. And your attitude when matched with his stubborn resolve happened to create just the right amount of friction.

“Tell me how you like it,” Javier rasped. “Use your words, cielito, I know you’ve got them. Or have I managed to steal that voice of yours?”

You wonder if he’s right because you don’t even have it in you to argue. For weeks you’d gone back and forth with him. You brought him coffee in the morning, sighed when he looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes, and thanked you with an earnestness that would’ve made you smile if you weren’t aware of his reputation.

Everyone knew that Javier was an asshole who…got around. Even in your short time in the office, you’d heard plenty of the whorehouse jokes about him to know that if you let him smooth talk you into anything, he’d become a headache you’d never get rid of.

You could already feel the migraine brewing when you remembered his tendency to stop you at the copier and talk your ear off until your supervisor was fuming at your lack of productivity.

“Look, Peña, I’m just here to do my job,” you explained.

Javier’s brow furrowed and he replied cockily, “No one said we couldn’t have some fun while we work…”

You sighed. Then thought for a moment on how to let him down in a way that would keep him down. “Usually if I have sex with someone…it’s not because I just want to have fun. It’s because I like them.”

“So you don’t like me?”

“To be honest, Peña, I don’t feel all that strongly about you one way or the other.”

“Then how does Friday night sound?” He shot back with little hesitance.

“For what?”

“For me to sway your opinion,” he promised with a tilted head and a smirk that made you want to groan.

What you didn’t anticipate Friday night sounding like was you trying to hold back sighs while Javi had you liking him more and more with every second. Turns out, his hands were a little more persuasive than his velvety tone. Something about it scared you. How it took so little effort for him to smooth himself under your skin. How all it took was his lips parting and his hand traveling south. The taste of ash on his tongue and the smell of leather and sweat invading your senses as he made your whole being sway deeper and deeper into him.

You thought he'd be rougher; that he'd given so much of himself to his work that he'd be all too willing to take. But he's not rough so much as he's experienced. You wonder where he'd gotten all the free time to get this good. Wonder how many women before you he's made completely crumble. And the more your mind wanders, the more Javi notices.

"Ah, ah, eyes on me," he commands gently. Javi's circles slow and you know that he wouldn't hesitate to stop entirely. His ruthlessness has your eyes wide, fixed on his. Ever so slightly, he smirks and you feel him speed up again.

Before you know it, those tight, quick circles wind you up all over again. The tension seems to build on top of itself. Over and over again until it's pooling at your core and rushing through your veins to the tips of your fingers and toes.

A whine comes out almost involuntarily from some deep part of your throat. It's a place where Javi leans down to place a kiss on. Almost like he's thanking your vocal cords for paying him with such sweet sounds.

You feel the rumble of his voice against your skin as he murmurs, "There you go. Let it all out for me."

You could almost hate him. How dare he give you those stupid puppy dog eyes all throughout dinner. How dare he coax you back to his apartment with just a few words. And how dare he get you this bad when he's only undone a handful of buttons between you both. 

Almost. 

The rest of your head is flooded with dopamine. It clouds your judgment. Silences the part of yourself that tells you to yank his hand from your pants for a few seconds longer. Just long enough for that tension to bubble over completely.

You hold his wrist right where it is as he draws your climax out, lets you ride the shimmering waves of pleasure until there's nothing left to feel. Just the heat of his breath on your throat as he places soft kisses on your flesh. You could get used to this.

"Ready to take these off?" Javier asks, hand cupping the mound of flesh that only wants more and more of him.

And there comes that worry all over again. "Actually, I should keep them on," you reply quickly. The edges of your vision are still fuzzy when you sit up, shifting away from Javier. You're swiftly buttoning your pants up, tucking your shirt in, and regaining the feeling of your toes in your shoes.

Javier's brows furrow in confusion. "What's the hurry? Why are you leaving?"

Standing on wobbly legs, you take a deep breath before the words leave your reddened, kiss-stained lips, "Because if I have sex with you, I'm going to fall in love with you." The sentence hangs in the air long after you fix your hair. The rejection rattles him so deep that he doesn't even say goodbye. Hell, neither do you. All that lingers are your words, your perfume, and his breath, heavy with the feeling of you.

[cielito--lindo]

Game, Set, Match

It's been weeks, months even. You both agreed that the breakup was mutual, but that was mainly a story that your agencies shared to the press. In reality, it had been your idea. You understood the life of a pro-hero, you lived it every day. But recently, your schedules had never aligned and he started taking up more shifts, leaving you to wake to an empty bed. Whenever you brought it up, it seemed like he brushed you off with scoffs and dismissals. He didn’t think you were serious until he came home to find the apartment you both shared was void of your things. 

You took refuge at Hitoshi’s house for a bit. He and Denki had welcomed you with open arms, you were lucky to share an agency with a good portion of your friends and they weren’t blind to the issues you and Bakugo had been having. It felt like everyone knew before you, which wasn’t the best feeling.

Once you found your own place, it felt like you were finally getting back on your feet. Your days were filled with balancing the best parts of being a hero, but your nights were plagued by the worse parts. The people you couldn’t save, the piles and piles of paperwork, and an absence in your chest that felt like it was starting to fester. You weren’t heartless, leaving Bakugou was one of the hardest things you had done, but you knew it had been for the best. You thought he felt the same since he hadn’t contacted you since. Maybe that was the part that hurt the worst, you knew Bakugou fought hard to keep the things and people he loved close...maybe this whole time you weren’t a part of it. But that was something for your therapist to figure out.

After tossing and turning the majority of the night, you decided to just start your day earlier than usual, especially for paperwork day. You left your hero costume hanging and opted for something comfier, but still professional. After stopping for a coffee and sweet breakfast treat, you strode into your agency building, finding Jiro and Ochako hunched over a magazine. 

“Oo anything good?” You leaned over Jiro’s shoulder. Both heroes let out a yelp and tried to quickly stash the magazine.

“Y/N! Didn’t hear you there!” Jiro cringed at her own voice, lacking nonchalance. 

“You’re here early!” Ochako chirped up, face bright red.

You raised an eyebrow at their antics “The great Earphone Jack didn’t hear something? Oh, so the gossip is really good then.” You held out your hand for the magazine “Don’t keep me out of the loop!”

Jiro and Uraraka shared a look and matching grimace “Babes, I really don’t think you’re gonna wanna read it.”

You gave them both an eyeroll “I knew I shouldn’t have worn that outfit to the charity event, shoulder pads definitely haven’t come back in style.” Uraraka slowly unrolled the magazine and handed it to you. The flash of familiar blonde spikes made your blood freeze. You quickly snatched it from her and fought to keep your hands from shaking.

“Katsuki Bakugou steps out with beau!”

Your eyes were glued to the cover, reading and re-reading the headline over and over again. You willed them to look at the rest of the cover, Bakugou’s arm wrapped around a small waifish model that you immediately recognized. She was one of the main models for his parents’ design company. She smiled up at him as he returned a smile of his own. Fuck, I’m gonna be sick, you thought. 

Looking up, your friends wore completely different expressions. Jiro’s brow was furrowed in concern, making sure you were doing okay. Ochako’s, on the other hand, was practically murderous.

“So, we’re breaking her little chopstick legs right?” She immediately asked. Her comment caught you off-guard as you barked out a laugh. “Babe, I’m serious! He moved on too quickly!” 

You threw the magazine back on the desk and rubbed your brow “I’m the one who broke up with him, remember?” Taking a deep breath, you gave them a small smile “He’s allowed to see other people.” 

Jiro snorted “Yeah, so can you, you know.” She ignored the look you gave her “Look, I’m just sayin’! You haven’t been out with anyone else since the breakup, it’s definitely time to put yourself out.” She hesitated for a moment. “You know Momo told me that Iida’s back in town...”

Ochako’s eyes lit up “Shut up! Y/n this is perfect! You and Iida haven’t seen each other since graduation! This would be perfect, it’s definitely time for you to get back out there!” She was already reaching for her phone and typing furiously. “He’s back for a week and would be down for dinner tomorrow!”

“Wait, wait. What?” Your head was spinning. Uraraka’s voice became distant as you struggled to grasp what was happening. This was all too much, everything was moving too fast. Were you ready to go back out there? You felt your hands start to shake, Jiro slowly reached out and clasped your unsteady hands in hers. Your wide eyes met hers, they were filled with reassurance and understanding. These girls had seen you at your lowest, nights spent crying into glasses of wine, even helping you pack everything up when you decided to leave. 

“You don’t have to do this” Jiro murmured “Just because he’s out there doesn’t mean you have to be.” You nodded at her and gave her a small tight smile.

Looking at that magazine cover felt like a punch to the gut, but Uraraka was right. How much time were you going to hold out for him? To see if he truly cared and would fight for you. You survived a goddamn war. Katsuki Bakugou was simply just a man and you deserved to have some fun. Tenya Iida was always kind and patient with you, especially when you nervously asked him for tutoring help in Math. It also didn’t help that he was fuckin’ jacked and tall as hell. You could've easily caught feelings for him, if you weren’t daydreaming over Bakugou.

You rolled your shoulders back and steeled your nerves. You can do this! You’re still a bad bitch in there! “Give Tenya my number and tell him we’ll meet for dinner down at that new fancy restaurant downtown.” You quickly turned on your heel and strode to your office before you lost your resolve, leaving your two friends in shock.

“Well, well. This is gonna be somethin’” Jiro muttered, looking over and watching Uraraka’s fingers fly over her phone’s screen “Are you already posting in the group chat?!”

“Prepare to meet your match, Katsuki Bakugou” She giggled, a sinister grin on her lips.

Hi, y'all! So this is my first time writing a my hero academia drabble and actually my first ever reader fic! I'm not sure about writing a part two, please let me know if that's something you'd like to see!

[kay101kim]

dating neil perry <3 (latine version)

warning(s): none:)

pair: neil perry x gn!reader

one shot or hc: hc

note: i got the idea from this post, so thank you so much!! im mexican so it might seem like i mention mexican culture more like music and food (its what i know!), but i do try my best to be inclusive since latin america has such rich history. this is me trying to write within the time period of the 50s/60s <3. let me know if you wish a more modern version, enjoy!

-neil is a love at first sight kind of guy, he literally saw you laughing all giggly and couldn't stop smiling himself

-your friends teased you by singing piel canela by los panchos, "me importas tú, y tú, y tú, y solamente tú~"

-and as you kept laughing, all red, neil finally got the courage from his friends even though his heart was all smushed by your angelic smile

-when he was finally determined to ask you on a date, that man was calm, cool, and collected which made you even more nervous as he approached your friends and you

-he'd give you those puppy dog eyes and you'd immediately melt before a word is even said

-once neil asks you out, it seems a crowd cheers somewhere beyond and neil can only chuckle sheepishly at his friends' reactions

-you guys begin dating and neil finds your culture fascinating! (in a good way lol)

-he'd want to know all the holidays, celebrate with you, to hell with his dad and his rules (he loves you too much <3)

-when he experienced latin music for the first time he would never go back

-he'd buy so many vinyls from different genres and constantly ask you to slow dance in the living room like the love birds you two are

-neil is the type to slowly get into the groove of things to dance cumbia, bachata, salsa

-oh but he will learn and surprise your whole family! it makes you kinda jealous when your primos are there watching him

-but he reminds them of you by giving you a kiss

-you'd hum some songs and be very surprised when he comes along singing the lyrics (maybe not perfect, but it’s so cute)

-it made you realize just how much he is trying to understand you who are, your language, which is so important to you

-you call him 'mi amor' (my love) and he would always ask what that means but you didn't want to say

-it basically means you love him and that was scary

-but imagine him singing cien años by pedro infante? it'd be the first time you'd say 'i love you'

-he alternatively says i love you and te amo because he loves you sooooo! much

-you'd giggle and say "yo tambien te amo, mi amor"

-he would always have cute nicknames like 'my darling' or 'my angel' but then he started using 'cariño'

-only when you two were alone because he was afraid his pronunciation wasn't too well

-you have no idea who he learned it from, but it made you tear up the first time you heard it from him

-his favorite part about being with you is the food, like at one point he'd just be like 'fuck it!' and make tamales with all the women

-his favorite desert is arroz con leche because i said so!

-he can’t handle spicy food, im sorry yall but i have to be accurate, the white genes </3

-curse words/phrases in spanish? he would know them all because your primos would tell him to say [x] and he'd do it without question lmaoo

-obviously you would not stop it because its kinda hilarious, but you would eventually inform him on what the words/phrases mean

-overall he'd get along with your family like they might call him 'guerrito' but he wouldn't mind

-neil would be surprised by the amount of spanish covers from english songs and vice versa, but it really opened his eyes to a new world

-he loves you, your culture, language, food, music, and everything else that comes with it

-sure, sometimes he doesn't understand what you're saying but he makes sure to study real hard and eventually become fluent in spanish

-his favorite part is when you sing to him (or listening to a song), something soft like cielito lindo :( and you watch him fall asleep as you stroke his hair

-neil perry is the best boyfriend fr <3

[carletes]

Now you have to write a ficlet abt them going out to dinner

🧞‍♀️

[headphonesbones]

Shattered dream sans x a reader who works for nightmare- [idk if this is what you mean by like you know writing reqs-]

Cas and Null decided to write this together! Hope you enjoy <3

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Alright, this is probably gonna get real complicated REAL FAST

Man is crazy (obvi)

But he’s thankfully (or maybe not thankfully) crazy for you

Uhhh… good luck with that…

So man, this can go a few ways… None of which are probably good lol

Let’s say you’re close to Nightmare before stuff hits the fan. Well, as close as you can get to him…

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but we love him (kinda)

Nightmare, if he actually gives a damn about you, probably would be… let’s just say “reluctant” to have you around his newly corrupted brother.

He trusted him even less now tbh

BUT

I mean, at least he’s not suspiciously nice anymore??? /j

So, man’s crazy x2 so both of them are kinda trying to manipulate you in order to “see their side”

Basically, they’re fighting over you. One as a romantic interest and the other as platonic… probably.

But basically, neither are exactly “right”

You were doing a pretty good job at trying to stay away from Shattered!Dream until, one day, he managed to corner you when you were really sleepy

“Oh, poor thing. Aren’t you tired of mercilessly working for that…. Imbecile brother of mine? Come here, rest your head.” Shattered cooed at you from the other end of the room, watching you stumble your way into your house after a particularly rough mission. How did he even get in here? You were too tired to care. You shuffled over to him and slumped down at his feet, resting your head in his lap. He places his hand on your head, tenderly stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings. 

So naturally, you were like “whaT THE FU-”

Nah, you totally didn’t suspect anything. I mean, how different could Shattered!Dream be from his old self? (very different, as you’d come to find out)

You hadn’t slept in literal days, you’d just come back from one of Nightmare’s missions, things got messy in that mission, “your husband is dead, we found him with no head” type shenanigans. 

(… the frick did I just say???? ADHD brain is wack as frick, don’t do vegetables, kids)

Your brain was confused and static-y (is that a neurodivergent thing???) and you were just done by that point

You were kinda not too trusting of him, buuuuut… his lap was comfortable, what else can I say, Your Honor?

(I was just in a silly goofy kinda mood, so I fell asleep on my mortal enemy’s lap)

His voice was relaxing, his lap cozy, the mood just right, and you were exhausted beyond belief

So what did you do?

You fell asleep

Anyways

I have no idea if any of this is coherent

When you woke up (like 16 hours later, thanks to exhaustion) you found that you were in your bed.

You, not knowing wtf just happened, are confused, of course.

Was that all a Dream? Well, Dream was involved but NO, IT WAS NOT A DREAM

HIT THE PANIC BUTTON

You have gay panic for a bit until you see the note on your bedside table

He called you mi cielito in the letter.

Mi cielito?? Depending on if you know Spanish, you may be a little confused. Means “my little sky”... what can I say, he’s a sucker for Moon, Sun, Stars, Sky, etc. motifs

Same

Alright, so…

Thankfully, unlike Nightmare, he’s probably not gonna leave dead birds outside of your doorstep

(probably)

You know, for someone that doesn’t really like cats (we all know what I’m talking about), Nightmare sure does act like one… Neko! Nightmare coming up? (I know the word “neko” just dealt +40 psychic damage to one of you out there)

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Alright, I didn’t really answer your request but I am PLANNING on making this a smol series. So like… a few parts? I just really want to get this out! :]

Cas was sorta working off of first caffeine in week, combined with not sleeping in over 24 hours.

Hope you enjoyed! Please, feel free to send as many requests as you want!

[wheresarizona]

Hi!

As a total movie enthusiast who loves LTL just as much i just want to say that THE THINGS I WOULD DO, I REPEAT, THE THINGS I WOULD DO to see LTL as a series or movie is insane, AND THE POTENTIAL ❤️❤️

i know it could never be made accurately because of copy right, the real guy and so on. BUT STILL💔 it would totally be my favourite though. I’m not sure it could keep up with the detailed emotions you express through your beautiful beautiful BEAUTIFUL writing but still❤️❤️

I’m curious if im the only one who has thought about this or others has too, and what do you think about it? I mean of course as i said it cant be made accurately to your ETHEREAL story, and a changed version just wouldn’t be the same but what do you think?💋💋

XX

Oh, gosh—

A movie/series for LTL would be so fucking cool! With me losing my job and not having any kind of income, I was actually toying around with the idea of maybe putting some time and energy into figuring out how to turn LTL into original fiction. My issue, though, is that it feels so wrong to change Javi’s name, and his backstory is super important. I’d have to come up with a whole new one. Then there’s Cielito. I’d have to create her character, and it’d be so weird picturing an actual person in my head for her after all this time. Honestly, any changes to the story feel wrong, and that’s my hold-up. This is my baby. I have put a lot of myself into it over the last three years. But if it were possible that it could be turned into something live action, that’d be hella cool! (The soundtrack would be 🔥🔥🔥) Since it can’t, I just commission art. Lmfaooo I have a cute piece I commissioned a couple of months ago that I’m going to post with a lil fic for the anniversary coming up and I’m excited for everyone to see it!

Thank you for such a lovely message!! 🥰🥰🥰

[urhoneycombwitch]

I wanna write Javi Peña fic so bad thinking about being his frenemy at work u guys have a mutually exclusive relationship where he flirts like crazy to get it out of his system even tho u know it’s not gonna go anywhere (when in fact he’s successfully wearing u down over time) and you have the benefit of his protection in the field and around the embassy. Javi’s girl. unfuckwithable. and then there’s a blackout when you’re both working late at the office one night and you both decide to camp out for safety instead of going home and he breaks out Noonan’s hidden whiskey. u steal some weed from the stash in the evidence basement. listening to music and lounging around on the floor, passing the joint and bottle between sticky fingers. both down to your underclothes bc it’s so goddamn hot without the AC and Javi’s slutty little chain is sitting high on his chest, sweat coursing in little rivulets down his neck, crooked charming smile under that mustache. leaning a little closer each time you go to pass the vices. trailing his finger up the inside of your arm. “Qué vamos a hacer, cielito…” 😏

[theorganasolo]

Happy New Year's Eve!

Tagging some amazing fics I enjoyed this year ✨

Learning to Live by @wheresarizona- Bestie I'm so proud to call you my friend and I have loved seeing this story grow to what it is now and of course seeing Javi get the softness he deserves - you write Javi so well and I can't wait to see the adventures he and Cielito get up to in the New Year!

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was late starting this story this year and I'm so glad I discovered it when I did! It's chock full of Javi getting the peace he needs post- Narcos and of course, some girl dad Javi snippets! Looking forward to seeing what happens in the New Year!

Worth the Wait (linking the most recent update) by @kteague- What can I say? I loved this story when you first posted and I love it even more now! I'm so happy you decided to keep writing it, each chapter sucks me in even more!

Because of You by @kteague - Gosh what can I say about this that I haven't already? You write Frankie so so well! I love seeing him with his Girasol and two little girls!

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven - I loved this so much!! You write Dieter incredibly well and I got so happy when I saw a new update cross my dash each time - It was nice to see him settle down and find peace (seems to be a common theme of what I like haha)

Until Now, Until You by @wildemaven- Really looking forward to seeing this update in the New Year! You had me hooked with the summary and the first part of this!

Away by @cool-iguana - I just LOVE seeing Javi in love and in domesticity with his wife it's just so incredibly sweet!

Vampire Waltz (linking most recent update) by @wardenparker - I absolutely adore your soulmate sunday fics and this is such a exciting read - you always have the best AUs!

Stuffing by @palioom - My weakness is husband!javi with his pregnant wife so this was absolutely everything to me!

The Married Javier Peña Masterlist by @lokischocolatefountain - GOSH I love this universe so so much! Every update makes me smile

Home by @liltangerineart- I come back to this story so many times and it always puts a smile on my face!

Honey-Do by @kiwisbell - GOSH I can't tell you how many times I have re-read this Joel fic with the TOP TIER BREEDING KINK

Good to Me by @swiftispunk - The AU I didn't know I needed of Joel as a gynecologist - it's SO FILTHY IN THE BEST OF WAYS

Stripped Down Love by @absurdthirst - I love the trope of reader having a crush on Javi when they were younger and then them getting together when they're older!

The Big Day by @mellowswriting - I love how you write Javi having the biggest wife kink in your fics and seeing the day you became is wife is everything to me!

A Good Man Universe by @forever-rogue- I LOVE LOVE this Javi universe so much! I'm really happy that you updated this year :)

I'm sure I'm missing a lot of amazing fics so please know if I ever reblogged a fic I loved it!

[neptoons1998]

ProwlerByte

A/N: These are my head cannon for Margo x 42! Miles cause I love them. Hopefully, I'll write them sometime soon.

Tag gang : @mal-urameshi @pantherheart

Margo would fall in love first, and Miles will fall harder.

Margo likes when Miles plays with her hair. He is always gentle when does his parts and braids for her.

Miles thought for sure Margo wouldn't like him because he was the prowler. Margo understood and doesn't judge him.

When he was trying to shoot his shoot (aka the shoulder), little did he know all spider people are obvious when someone likes them.

Miles will deny it, but he was shaking and crying because Margo blew him off. Only to realize she didn't know he likes her.

Miles: (looking into Margo's eyes) I like you. Margo: Huh? Yeah, I like you too. Miles: No like I'm in love with you. Margo: Oh! really? I had no idea. Miles: (slams his head into a wall.)

Margo likes fixing Miles' ropes he used to swing around the city.

Margo remeber when Miles was shot in the rib. He accentually calls her instead of his Uncle Arron.

Margo remembers seeing so much blood. once miles recovers she was in charge of updating his suit so he would never be hurt again.

Everyone thinks Miles is the possessive one in the relationship but really it's Margo. She didn't take too kindly of Gwen brushing her hand on 42!Miles' arm.

Miles laughs a lot at Margo's corny jokes, it reminds him of the time before his father was killed.

Margo and Rio are the only reason he hasn't jumped to the deep end.

Miles is the only reason why Margo hasn't given up on being a spider-woman yet.

Miles knows Margo's life at home isn't great. He doesn't comment on her being in his universe a lot.

Miles definitely calls Margo  mi cielito 

Margo does most of the talking and Miles enjoys listening.

Rio loves Margo.

When their anniversary cames Miles makes her homemade treats for her .