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reasonsmandy · 2 years ago

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You're my peace

Eddie Roundtree x Fem! Reader

✧.* requested by anon — you said to send ideas for eddie content so i think maybe reader has an illnes or maybe she’s pregnant and she feels bad or idk something happens to her and eddie goes crazy i need like super angst but they’re like so in love

✧.* summary — You hated worrying others, and when you hurt yourself badly trying to make your front yard look better and hide it from Eddie, things don't go so well.

✧.* warnings — Angst, Description of Injuries, Eddie Kind of Angry.

✧.* word count — 2.0k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This one was very cool to write, I hope you like it <3

The sun was shining down on you as you were planting some things in the backyard house in Laurel Canyon, the garden was almost perfect, you wanted to make the house cozy for all of you so you took your free time to organize things around.

You had moved along with your group of best friends to pursue a design career in LA, Camila encouraged you a lot in making this decision and now that you were finally there you wanted to make it better for everyone. The boys weren't the most organized people in the world, and when you heard that they had asked Karen to join the band and that she was going to move there, you decided to make the house as pleasant as possible.

After planting and organizing what you had planned, you shake your hands to clean up the mess.Taking a step back to see how it all turned out, however as you walked backwards you didn't notice what was behind you stumbling badly to the ground. As you fall, you bump into one of the gardening tools that cut your thigh deeply.

You moan in pain, bringing your hands to the bloodied wound. The pain was intense; you've never felt anything like it. After a few minutes of staying with your hand on the wound, you take your gaze to the tool that had cut you, it looked old and rusty, worried you try to get up and even in pain you go towards the hose to wash the wound.

After washing you noticed that it was really deep, and it didn't seem to stop the bleeding. You look for a first-aid kit and after some effort you find it, taking the plasters to make a kind of amateur bandage, there was no one at home to help you and you soon thought it best not to worry your friends, much less Eddie after all he was going to despair and you didn't want to see him more worried.

You did your best to finish what you wanted to do with the house, at the end of the day when it was time for the band to come back you sat on the couch waiting for them, ignoring the pain you felt.

"Hello there Y/N" Graham says entering the house, behind him a blonde woman you hadn't met before. "This is Karen, Karen this is Y/N our friend from Pittsburgh and Eddie's girlfriend."

The blonde smiles at you, as a way of greeting, you smile back at her moving a little on the sofa trying to contain your pained grimace.

"How was your day Y/N?" Warren asks, sitting down next to you.

"Calm I'd say, nothing much happened." You answer, smiling at the drummer.

"I missed you so much my love." Eddie walks over to you, kissing you.

He stops for a few seconds, watching your face carefully.

"Are you okay?" he asks worriedly, bringing his hand up to your thigh. You bite your lip, suppressing the groan of pain at the contact. "Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm totally fine, don't worry." You smile, getting up. "But now that you say it, I really feel tired... I think I'll lie down for a while."

"Okay, I'll be right there with you." He says smiling, not noticing that you could barely stand up because of the pain, and when you walked you limped.

"Actually I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind." You say quickly, turning to head towards your room. Making your boyfriend confused, thinking maybe he did something to make you look so weird with him.

"Ouch, hermano What did you do?" Warren says, nudging the bassist teasing him.

Eddie rolls his eyes heading towards the kitchen for something to eat, his thoughts still on you. Already in the room you were looking desperately for some painkillers, you couldn't take the pain anymore and when you took off your pants to look at the wound you got scared. Your thigh was completely bruised, everything around the cut was purple and just touching it a huge pain invaded your body.

You get in the shower washing the wound as much as you can but touching it was torture.

As you hadn't found the medicine, the pain was still there, and it prevented you from getting to sleep. You thought of some solution, one you could do on your own without worrying Eddie or anyone else.

"Y/N I came to give you back that shirt you lent me that day." Camila says, opening the door to your room, looking at you with the shirt in her hands. "Oh my goodness, what happened?"

"Nothing!" You say pulling the cover up over your thighs. "Why didn't you knock on the door before entering? I could be naked here!"

"I don't care, let me see what happened!" The brunette says approaching you, you gave up hiding anything and let her see what happened to you. "Y/N this looks really bad, how did you do this?"

"I fell, that's all!" You say. "I'm already better, you'll see."

"I don't believe in you, it's bleeding!" She exclaims, heading towards the bathroom in search of something to help you.

"Don't even try, I've already used everything I had there." Frustrated you say.

"Can you hold a little? I'll go after something in my room and Billy's." She says heading towards the door.

"Cami!" You get her attention. "Please don't tell Eddie, I don't want to make him worried."

"I don't think hiding it from him is a good idea." she says, looking worried. "He cares about you"

"I know, which is why I don't want him to know." You whisper, so no one but her hears it. "He's already so busy with band stuff, I don't want him to fill his head on me. Promise me you won't tell him."

"Okay, I promise... But I think you should tell him." She smiles, Cami had a gift for calming anyone down. "I'll be right back with medicine and some things to clean it up."

Cami came back with things that helped you a lot to get through the night. The next morning the pain was still there but it wasn't as intense, but you felt a fever, your body was clearly indicating that something was not right.

You had woken up earlier, and now you were in the kitchen making something for everyone to eat. Eddie walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist before planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning sunshine." He says next to your ear, smiling to have you around. "Fuck baby, you're hot!"

"In front of everyone Eddie?" Warren says biting into a piece of bread he was eating. "Get a room!"

"I don't mean it like that, idiot!" He says, resting the palm of his hand on your forehead. "She has a fever, are you okay princess?"

"I'm fine, it must be your impression…your hands must be cold, that's all" you say, kissing the blonde with the intention of calming him down.

You can see Camila sitting next to Warren, giving you a negative look. Eddie hugs you, then sits at the table where he could eat and still keep his eyes on you. He looks you up and down, his eyes widening when he notices your bloodstained pants.

"Baby, you're bleeding!" He jumps to his feet, approaching you as quickly as possible.

"Don't be indelicate Eddie, she must be in those days." Warren says, like it was obvious.

"In the thigh?" Graham speaks into the room next to Karen.

Warren Rojas: Yeah... Smoking first thing in the morning wasn't one of my best choices.

"Take off your pants." Eddie says, nearly bursting with worry. Warren starts laughing at the situation when he sees you with a shocked expression on your face.

Eddie turns to the drummer with blood in his eyes, asking him to stop for a few seconds at least.

"Don't give me that look" Rojas says, shrugging. "You're the one who had a bad choice of words."

"Let's leave the two alone" Camila says, almost like an order to the chaotic group.

They all get up, moving to the TV room talking about the last song they had recorded.

"Are you going to tell me the truth or not?" Eddie says, crossing his arms looking at you.

You pull your boyfriend to a more private place where you show him your bruise.

"Fucking hell Y/N!" He was very worried before, and seeing your injury made him even more so. "Y/N, what is this?" He kneels down in front of you for a better look.

"It's nothing, I'm getting better…" You say trying to calm him down.

“Baby, this is infected,” he said, “We need to get you to a hospital.”

"No Eddie, I'm alright!" You say and he gets up looking very pissed.

"Walk then! Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step" He says, you're embarrassed because you knew the pain would be intense if you did.

"Don't be like that" You say, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"I wouldn't be like that if you didn't fucking lie to me!" He looked more frustrated than angry, you didn't know what to say. "How could you let it get this bad?"

"I thought it would heal easily... And Cami helped me with a bandage last night." You start to say and he interrupts you.

"Cami knew about this?" Eddie takes his hands to his hair, trying to calm down. "This is infected, we need to get you to a hospital.”

"Baby, you have rehearsal today..." You start to say but he doesn't let you finish.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” He said, “We’re taking you to the hospital and that’s that. Stay here.”

He leaves you there, going to the living room after Warren.

"Give me the van's key!" He asks, extending his hand to the drummer, Rojas doesn't question as it was clear that his friend wasn't in the mood to talk.

Warren hands Eddie the keys, and he carries you to the back of the van where you could lie down. The pain in your leg was lighter due to the medicine you had taken but you knew that any rough movement after the medicine wore off would cause more pain.

The doctor warns you that you should have gone as soon as you got hurt, he said you needed some stitches to heal completely and that you're lucky you didn't get infected completely. He washes your wound the right way and after performing the stitches, you were at home, lying on Eddie's bed while he was stroking your hair.

"Are you still mad at me?" You whisper, keeping your eyes closed in fear of the answer.

Eddie settles down on the bed, cupping your face in his hands and then kissing you tenderly.

"I got so worried you can't do this to me ever again." Eddie says after the kiss "And besides, I can’t stay mad at you. I was just scared, that’s all."

"I just didn't want to worry you." You say, making him arch his eyebrows in disbelief. "I know I know, sounds stupid but you seemed so worried about band stuff that I didn't want to disturb your peace when you came home to rest."

"Baby can't you understand?" He says, stroking your cheeks. "You are my peace, and if you're not fine I can't be either!"

"I hate to bother you, you know that!" You say, still stirred by his words. "And I swear, I thought I would be fine."

“Sweets,” He scoffed, “I’m your partner! You’re supposed to bother me with this kind of stuff!”

You were indeed sorry, after having gone through all this you knew that it would for sure be much simpler if you had asked for his help from the beginning.

"Forgive me?" You say, kissing the blonde's neck. "What can I do for you to forgive me?" You whisper in the bassist's ear.

"Fuck, you'll be the death of me!"

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mushroomwriter · 11 months ago

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Hermanos anon here - WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT GIFSET ON MY DASH AAAAAAAH!!!!! i came out here to have a good time and honestly i feel so attacked rn

Anyway, so happy for you that the exam is over and you passed <3 I actually have exams coming up myself lol so I completely understand... also have you heard? Berlin was renewed for s2! Really really hoping Alvaro returns and we get Sergio and hermanos rights in the next season 🤞 (and to fill the need for hermanos content!!) Also pls don't feel like you have to make a set again soon, happy to wait until you get the inspiration, and ofc it's always a good idea to rewatch their scenes, instant serotonin boost - just skip that minor scene that shall not be named at the end of the Mint Heist 😭

Haha I'm sorryyyy! It's something I realised long back but I never had the chance to inflict the angst on anyone else lmao. you added the cherry on top with how you worded it "literally a little brother begging his big brother not to leave him, and knowing on some level that he'll never be able to make him change his mind" 🥺 in some way he would've known right at the moment nairobi and helsinki emerged alone so seeing him going from denial to desperation. hurts

(pt 2) YES, brotherssss!!! Oh, the fact that Andrés is so selfish and narcissistic otherwise just makes the hermanos bond even more special to me?? it hits different than if they'd just been relatively normal/good characters, idk. And yes that's such older brother behaviour of him!! I will tell you some happier observations of mine this time. One of my favourite "older bro" things Andrés does in the series, when he and Sergio sit down to drink together, he ALWAYS pours wine for Sergio first. In the bella ciao scene, his wedding scene in s4, even s3 he literally wakes up Sergio to come have breakfast with them, which means he didn't even allow either Martin or Tatiana to start without his hermanito lol. It's a very sweet minor detail that melts my heart. I can totally imagine them in the Toledo house, pretending they don't know each other but then andrés does little things like these, serving Sergio first or preparing coffee for his brother just the way he likes it before making his own cup :') OH, the feels. Yes, I agree, I definitely think the Bella Ciao lyrics are foreshadowing, and that is exactly what happened in the end. (I have been struck by that thought too, more than once 🥲 it's heartbreaking isn't it? especially when you consider that oslo/moscow had their loved ones with them when they died + a funeral. nairobi had a funeral too. tokio had rio with her before she died. but andrés had none of that, sergio was miles away and then ofc they had to escape leaving him behind... don't think about the guantanamera scene lyrics in this context too. Poor Sergio :( (pt 3) Btw sorry for how long this got!! Please feel free to put everything under a cut if you want 😅 I'm just out here rambling like there's no tmrw. Back to the happier note (omg we really just keep switching between angst and joy) I love that idea!! Yeah, I can definitely see them having that as an inside joke, something that only they share from their childhood memories, it's very sweet! Sergio "I don't dance" Marquina WILL dance if his big bro requires, and it makes me a puddle everytime. Somehow he has the most stiff yet adorable dance moves ever, I loved those moments we got. Andrés mirroring Sergio's moves in the guantanamera scene never fails to bring a smile to my face. Unironically, I used to watch that scene so many times during the pandemic days. I was not doing too well but those few seconds seeing them smile and laugh and dance despite everything used to give me such comfort :D I was glad to see your reply (and once again, completely understand, hope you're taking care of yourself <3) Thank you for putting up (and being so kind) about my rambles, glad you like them! And ofc, please feel free to tell me to shut up if I get too annoying 😭 As always, such a JOY sharing the enthusiasm for these heist bros with you and i hope you have a great week!

AT LEAST WE CAN SUFFER TOGETHER!!! And talk about Sergio, who usually considers every single possible outcome, Never considering his brother could die... whew!

Thank you so much! The best of luck on your exams!! (If you've already taken them, I hope they went well!) I saw that, yeah... and speaking of the spin-off I watched some more of it, I need to watch the fifth episode next... anyway, they better use that new season to give us some new hermanos content or ELSE 🔪🔪 like, just Andrés mentioning Sergio was enough to reawaken my heist brothers obsession, an actual new scene with the two of them would be so Powerful (also I miss Sergio sooo) Thank you, I'd like to gif them again soon but right now the inspiration isn't really on my side, UGH. But I really hope watching and rewatching their scenes (and looking for possible quotes) can help! Honestly since I love pain I will probably watch the Scene That Shall Not Be Named as well but I promise I'll proceed with caution...

Well, I can't blame you, angst is made to be shared! Poor Sergio, he really is in denial at the beginning, huh, insisting Andrés should get into the tunnel... and that's another thing that gets me, because truly there was no time, waiting for Andrés and not blowing up the tunnel basically meant getting captured, and yet Sergio who's usually so cautious and always aware of every risk just refuses to see it. Andrés must get into the tunnel and to safety! And then he gets more and more desperate when it really becomes apparent that it isn't going to happen :(

Oh, I definitely agree! Part of the appeal of big brother Andrés and of their bond imo is the contrast between their usual demeanor and how they behave around each other. When they're together they're a big brother and a little brother, you know 🥺🥺 OOOH thanks for sharing! I don't know if I ever noticed that (if I did I forgot) it really is sweet! I'm smiling a bit at the thought of Andrés not allowing Martín and Tatiana to have breakfast because the most precious hermanito in the world is not there yet! I love that thought! I enjoy picturing how it was for them in Toledo, having to pretend they didn't know each other, and the image of Andrés finding all the sneaky ways to take care of his hermanito makes me melt <3

What can I say, Bella Ciao, Guantanamera, they truly looked at the lyrics and went "ooooh 😈" That completely breaks my heart, like it makes Sergio's grief even WORSE.

Please never apologize about how long your message gets, as far as I'm concerned it only means I have more stuff to enjoy (also thank you for reminding me I can put this under a cut, I probably should lol) It's kind of amusing how we can switch between oh no Andrés was killed and Sergio was completely helpless and awww nice little childhood memories but hey it's great how they give us tragic and happy thoughts both! I absolutely agree about Sergio having the most stiff yet adorable dance moves ever, at some point he's basically like "ok, since I'm doing this with my big brother I'm... actually enjoying it, but this doesn't take all my awkwardness away" and it's so CUTE, Alvaro plays it so well! And Andrés mirroring his moves makes me smile so much!! It truly is a comfort scene and I'm glad it helped you through those times (man, it was surreal).

Thanks so much for your patience! And nooo don't worry, I LOVE your rambles!! It really is a real joy to talk with you about these brothers!

Thank you so much, I hope you have a great week too! (And if you're still studying for your exams, well, I wish you a productive study and hope it doesn't stress you out too much!)

#p #my askbox #hermanos anon

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roccinan · 1 year ago

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Thank you for being so sweet & giving me permission, i really hope you like your gift!! I'M honored that you still remember me as "the one true hermanos fan" asdfjsk it's true i LOVE them with all my heart and that's such a lovely thing to say <33

thank you for writing all your fics and even your posts and headcanons that mention the hermanos, i really feel so grateful to share my love of the hermanos with you!! and thank you once again for all the kind words, they mean a lot 🤗💗

Of course, anon! Thank you so much for gifting the story to me :D I was so excited when I saw it, and I can't wait to read it! I saw that it's about the football headcanon haha, and I cannot wait to see your take on it. I'm sure I'll love it <3 And you bet I remember you- our exchanges about the hermanos were some of the best ones I've had while writing these things, and I always hope that whatever hermanos hcs'/fics I have are pleasing to you :D

That's so sweet of you to say, and I'm so happy you've enjoyed my hermanos content!! It truly means a lot to me, and I'm grateful that you took the time to share your hermanos love with me- I loved every single one of your thoughts!

#anonymous #so happy you came back!#and sooo excited to read the story! it's called 'facing the sun' in case anyone is wondering!#I already know it'll be SO Good #(already took a little peek and OMG EL CABALLERO CAMEO!! thank you so much for that! )

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carlosfruitsnacks · 3 years ago

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Hi can u maybe do one of y/n playing with her brother and then she fell and hit her head on something and the next morning you didn't show up to casita to hang out eith camilo, your boyfriend, and after breakfast he goes to your house and asks if your ok and you guys hang out there!

She/her - reader

He/him - camilo

"Mi chico dramático"

summary:

— Camilo wouldn't know what to do without you in his life. You've filled the empty space in his corazón and set it ablaze. Suddenly, you didn't show up to casita this morning and Camilo goes loco, well not entirely, but you get the point.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— Camilo being dramatic

I hope it's okay if I added something to kinda add some flavor to the fic, enjoy anon <3

You and Camilo began dating in a weird circumstance. You only knew each other because he sometimes comes to babysit your little brother. Until one day he asked you out but not quite literally, more like 'hey, wanna go out and eat? it's my treat! no! it's not a date, it's definitely not haha'. It was midway through eating when you've come to realize that he did ask you out on a date, this was absolutely a date with Camilo Madrigal. In the spur of that moment, he drops down to his knees with his hands clasped together, the corner of his eyes watering as he looks into your eyes;

"¡Por favor [Name]! Be mine, te quiero"

You remember Camilo begging. Your response was a simple 'sure!' and immediately he's ecstatic, and starts jumping around and shapeshifting uncontrollably. He was a bit off the charts but you adore him.

One peaceful afternoon, you were playing hide and seek with your little brother. It was your turn to count.

"Nueve...¡diez! Ready or not here I come!"

You announced, you hear a child giggling not too far. You turn and look around then spot a pair of tiny feet hiding under the mesa, you chuckle and quietly approached it. You hold back a laugh as you slowly crouch down to remove the cloth that's covering your hermano. Suddenly, you pulled it upward to reveal him as he lets out a screech followed by laughter.

"I found you, hombrecito!"

You attack him with tiny tickles as you join his laughter. He crawls out of the table and dusts himself off.

"My turn! My turn!"

He exclaims then rushes towards the wall, covers his eyes, and starts counting.

"Good luck finding me, little guy"

You say and sprinted soundlessly towards the huge wooden wardrobe then climbed inside. The space inside was small but enough for you to fit if you crouch down. As you waited inside in the dark, you hear your little brother finish counting. You listen to him mumble as he tried to find you. While you held in your laughter, your brother goes silent and all of a sudden begins to cry because he couldn't find you. Panicking, you tried to stand up but you hit your head so hard inside the wardrobe as you lose your balance then fell forward, the wardrobe's door opened and you plopped to the floor You groaned and held your aching head, it starts to pound. Your little brother gasps and runs to you in worry.

"Oh no! Are you okay, [Name]?"

Little hands tried to help you sit up, you can feel your headache slowly getting worse.

"Ugh, miércoles"

You complained. Curse that stupid old wooden wardrobe, you should've known how firm the furniture is. Eventually, your mother walks in and sees you. She helps you settle down as you tried to get rid of your headache.

Camilo awakens to the sound of several knocks on his door, knowing it was his prima Mirabel waking him up as she often does, he sits up and rubs his eyelids. Ah, another day to look forward to, he couldn't wait to see your face today. He gets dressed and cheerily heads downstairs, he enters the kitchen and greets his family. Camilo pours himself a cup of coffee and one for you. He waits for your arrival as he eats breakfast.

Eventually, breakfast ends and the rest of the Madrigals are heading out to town. Camilo felt baffled to not see you by the entrance of the casita yet. He huffs and assumed that you were just running late. However, the Madrigals returned from their errands, and still, you haven't arrived yet. Camilo's brain stops working.

"Uh...primo? Are you okay?"

Mirabel checks on her cousin who has his eye twitching and moments away from combusting.

"Am I okay? Am I okay? ¡No! ¡No estoy bien prima!"

Camilo exclaims and leans against Mirabel as he dramatically puts his hand against his forehead while his other clutches his chest.

"No estoy bien porque mi amor no esta aqui"

He pronounces as if he's the main character in a novela. Mirabel rolls her eyes at him. Camilo sighs then reaches out into the air.

"¿Qué puedo hacer sin mi amor?"

He says. Mirabel gasped when Camilo drops to the floor.

"¡Nada! ¡No puedo hacer nada sin ti, [Name]!"

Camilo shouts and it draws the entire attention of the Madrigal family. He looks like he was about to let out an ugly sob. Julieta looks at him with confusion. Abuela watched her grandson with furrowed eyebrows. Pepa was about to scold her son when Bruno slaps his hand over her mouth.

"Shhh, this is good"

He says while he watched his sobrino with glimmering eyes.

"¿Mi amor donde estas?"

Camilo calls out. Pepa hears sniffing and found Dolores watching the absurd scene, even Bruno was close to tears.

"Por favor vuelve que necesito tu amor"

Camilo continues his drama. Abuela was about to interrupt him until Bruno shines a spotlight on Camilo while holding back his tears. What the hell? Where did he even get that?!

"Si debo esperar mil años por tu regreso, lo haré"

He closes his eyes and bathes under the spotlight. Dolores lets her tears fall and hands her tío some tissues, Bruno grabs the tissues and blows his nose as he kept the spotlight steady on Camilo.

"Mi amor, si no sobrevivo mientras no est��s..."

The ridiculous passion in Camilo's eyes shines brighter. Dolores and Bruno hold their breath, waiting for what he is about to say next while the rest of the Madrigals watched impassively, waiting for the drama to end.

"Necesito que sepas que siempre te he amado-ACK!"

Mirabel slaps Camilo on the cheek. The entire family gasps, Camilo looks at his prima, beyond offended that she has cut him off.

"¡Primo no seas dramático! Sal y ve a su casa si tanto quieres verla! ¡Dios mío!"

She complains and personally drags Camilo out of the house and points in the direction of your house. He was about to protest when she shuts the door in front of his face. He cussed to himself. The Madrigals let out a sigh of relief after Camilo was gone, except for Bruno and Dolores who wanted to know what happens next.

"[Name]? Someone is here to see you!"

Your mother announces. You let out a soft groan, your head still ached because of yesterday but you were getting better. As you were about to get up from your bed, your bedroom door bursts open. You let out a scream until you realized it was your boyfriend, Camilo.

"¡Dios mío mi amor! You were going to give me a cardiac arrest!"

You whined. He walks over to you with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, what happened? Are you alright, mi vida? You didn't come by this morning"

Camilo asks. You breathed through your nose and leaned against your bed frame, rubbing your temples.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I hit my head yesterday while playing with my little brother, it was aching for hours!"

You complained. He climbs to bed and lays beside you.

"Why didn't you come by and get some arepas from tía Julieta?"

"I couldn't 'Milo, my head was hurting like hell"

Camilo clicks his tongue then wrapped his arms around you. Your body leaned into his touch with a contented sigh.

"Will a kiss make it better?"

"Hmm, I don't think so"

You joked. He lets out a wounded sigh and pulls his arms away. Camilo dramatically turns away, you suck in a huge breath knowing what's going to happen next.

"Why? Do you not love me anymore, [Name]?"

He starts. Honestly, with your head still aching, you don't know if you should laugh or get upset at him.

"Oh tell me what I have done wrong, mi amor!"

Camilo turns to you as he clasps his hands together. You made the decision to stay quiet and let your boyfriend go on with his antics. He lets out a gasp.

"Is it because I said that I preferred Veronica's tortillas over yours?"

You involuntary released a snort, you coughed and hold back your laugh. Camilo jumps off the bed and gets on his knees like he was about to say a prayer.

"Me arrepiento de ello mi amor. I promise I only want your tortillas, not Veronica's nor anybody else!"

He reaches out for your hand to take. You bite back a smile and watch him carry on.

"You always make the best tortillas, mi vida"

Camilo says in a deep voice and looks straight into your eyes as he plants a kiss on your hand. You couldn't take it anymore so you emit a loud wheeze before bursting out into fits of laughter. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes while you filled the room with laughter.

"Mi vida-I-wheeze-why-snort"

You couldn't make a full sentence, Camilo watches you fondly knowing that he's the one that made you so happy. He lets you laugh at his dramatics.

"I cannot take you seriously, Camilo"

You finally say as you wiped the tears from your eyes. He grins from ear to ear.

"Felling better, [Name]?"

He asks. Eventually, your cackling died down as you nod your head. You didn't even notice that your headache was slowly melting away.

"Laughter is the best medicine after all, mi vida"

He proudly says and you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, mi chico dramático"

Camilo joins you in your bed and smothers you into an embrace, you giggle as you lie down with him. You and he locked eyes.

"Ay, look at you, so in love with me again"

He teased. You gently slapped him on the shoulder and listened to his snickering. You grabbed the sides of his face then began to lovingly plant kisses all over his face. Camilo was chuckling uncontrollably. When you stopped, he points at his unkissed lips.

"I believe you missed a spot"

You scoff and pecked his lips. Camilo felt a pleasant shockwave all over his body, his face felt so warm, a dopey smile was on his lips, and if possible, there are huge hearts in his eyes. With you, he felt like the luckiest man alive. Camilo and you spent the rest of the day making tortillas and eating them while watching a novela.

a/n: EddieVR's Veronica Novelas have been living in my head, rent-free lmfaooo

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years ago

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Hiii i love your fics! I think You are very talented! Could i request a moonknight fic? Maybe marc scaring Jake during a horror movie and Jake getting Revenge? Well i hope you have a Nice week! Sending You love 💗

Monstruo Cosquillas

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Needed a little cheering up, so here's some Lee! Marc ❤️ Thank you for your adorable prompt idea Anon ❤️ Hope you enjoy!)

Marc quietly approached the couch. He and Steven had gone to bed earlier, but Jake decided to stay up late to watch an older horror movie he had been interested in.

Right now he was completely engrossed in the television, and completely oblivious to the other man in the room.

"Got you," Marc murmured. He slipped closer and closer to the couch until he was in the perfect position. "3 . . . 2 . . . 1."

Marc jumped over the back of the couch and yelled, "Gotcha!"

Jake screamed and jumped back.

Marc cackled at his response. "Thahat wahas soho gohood! Yohou shohould hahave seheen yohour fahace!"

"Miércoles! Me asustaste muchísimo!"

"Ihim sohorry, Ihi cohouldn't resihist." Marc patted Jake's shoulder as he flicked an imaginary tear from his eye. "Ahalright, alright, Ihi won't bohother you anymohore. . . Maybe."

The older knight stood and started to step away from the couch. However, he barely made it a step before two arms grabbed him from behind. He was yanked back onto the couch and pinned on his back.

"Oof! Jahake, what's the big idea!"

Jake pinned Marc's hands with his knees. "Revenge."

The older knight squeaked. He knew that look. "Wahait!"

"No can do hermano. You've awoken monstruo cosquillas." Jake rolled up Marc's shirt. "And he can't stop until someone apologizes."

The next sound to leave Marc's mouth was a shriek as Jake dug into his ribs.

"Aww, maybe now the little knight will think twice about scaring me hmm?"

Marc stubbornly shook his head. If he had the chance, he would absolutely do it again.

Jake shrugged. "Guess I need to persuade you better."

"NAHAAAA!" Marc shrieked again as a raspberry was blown onto his bottom most ribs. They were his most ticklish ribs and Jake knew it.

"Aww, you look like a blushy little baby," Jake cooed before blowing another raspberry.

Now he was adding teases into the mix. Marc would crumble fast, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. So he stubbornly shook his head again and braced himself for Jake's next attack.

"Still don't want to apologize?" Jake's hands came to rest on Marc's sides. "Not a problem for monstruo cosquillas."

Marc screamed as Jake started nibbling on his bottom most ribs and his hands dug into his hips. He even added in some more raspberries that had Marc nearing silent laughter! At the moment, all he could do was cackle and snort as Jake attacked him.

Finally, he yielded. "MEHERCYYY!"

Jake lifted his head. "Qué fue eso hermano?"

Marc took a moment to catch his breath before grumbling out, "Ihim sorryhy."

Jake pinched his sides. "I don't believe you."

"AH! Ihim sohorry! Ihi reheally ahahaham!"

Jake lifted his hands away. "That's all you had to say. Mula obstinada."

Marc didn't have the energy to retort. He just laid there and caught his breath. Meanwhile, Jake's look softened. He grabbed an extra blanket and tucked it around the older knight. He then slid Marc's feet into his lap.

The older knight squeaked and tugged at his feet. "No!"

Jake placed a comforting hand on Marc's leg. "Amigo, amable, amable. No te voy a volver a hacer cosquillas. No more tickling."

The look in Marc's face was hesitant, but he trusted Jake to tell the truth. He slid his feet back into Jake's lap.

"Gracias hermano." Jake began to rub firm but gentle circles into Marc's feet.

At the first contact, Marc tensed and squeaked. However, as the gentle footrubs continued, he began to relax again. He would never admit it, but Jake's foot rubs were heavenly.

"Go ahead and sleep hermano. You need the rest."

And it wasn't long before Marc took that advice and slipped off to sleep.

#lee marc spector #ler jake lockley #ticklefic

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starrynite7114 · 4 years ago

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Confessions

A/N: Good morning all! Hope you’re having a good week thus far. Another update for you lovely people! The Angel jealous headcanon was definitely fun to write! Jealous Angel is always a win.

Things you never knew and Everything is you will be update next along with two more requests that I’ll be posting.

Hope you all are staying safe during these times! Love you all!

Whoever requested this piece, hope you enjoy! <3

92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” with angel - anon

Word count: 4265

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People always thought that you were an odd person due to the people you choose to surround yourself with. You were new in town a few years back and somehow, someway, you were adopted by the Mayans.

But you knew it wasn’t an accident.

You had served in the Marines with Coco and throughout your service, you two had one another’s backs. You were the little sister he never had so when you finally decided to move away from San Diego, he suggested for you to move to Santo Padre.

A low key town, with hardly any trouble.

But it was Coco, why did you even believe him? He always stretched the truth.

You couldn’t really be mad at Coco since you were able to meet Angel through him. A ridiculous crush you couldn’t believe you had that developed into something more. Angel wasn’t even your type, which was what Coco always reminded you.

‘He’s too tall for you.’

‘He has too many tattoos.’

‘He’s a player.’

Coco was looking out for you, you knew that, but you could make your own mistakes. You were a grown woman. And maybe Angel wasn’t your type, but people always said the people you fell for was hardly your quintessential type. Angel just had this certain charm and aura. He was a flirt, had a cocky smirk, and he was so fucking tall. Height has always been a big thing for you, but tattoos on a man was not something you were into either. Angel Reyes? He wore his tattoos well and you honestly couldn’t look away.

You two first met when Coco went to visit you when you were finally discharged from the Marines. He brought Gilly along as well, but it was difficult for you to focus on anyone else besides Angel. The way he looked at you had you blushing, but you brushed it off as being in service for so long that any little glances from good looking men as himself would make you blush. Sure, you served with men in the Marines, but half of them were married, some were douches and some were nice. You just wanted to do your job and get back home safely. Interpersonal relationships always complicated things and in a battlefield it was needed, you learned the hard way.

You’ve been in Santo Padre for five years, and you didn’t imagine enjoying living in this ridiculously hot city, but you always found family in Coco, so you weren’t exactly surprised you chose to live in Santo Padre. Instead of moving up to Seattle where your blood relatives currently lived, you stayed in Santo Padre and set up a branch of your cousin’s tattoo shop there. Your cousin helped you set up four years ago and you’ve built up a clientele over the years.

And for your Mayans, you made house calls or went to the clubhouse to do their tattoos. If you weren’t their chosen artist, you would send whoever their preferred artist was.

Your clients were mostly Angel, Coco, Gilly and Bishop. The other Mayans had their preferences and you took no offense. They always took care of you, so you took care of them. You didn’t give a fuck what the assumption in town was.

Sometimes, the prim and proper citizens were the worst.

You knew they were no angels, but you didn’t judge either. You’ve done your fair share of unforgivable sins, it was just part of the dog eat dog world you all lived in.

Currently, you were at your office, watching Letty as she worked on some Algebra II homework. As a favor to your hermano, you took care of Letty till he could pick her up and if he couldn’t, she would stay with you. Celia has been gone for a few months now and you definitely saw the change in Letty. She was such a little shit when you first met her, but she was a good kid.

“Good job, look at you, you are teachable.” You teased Letty, ruffling her hair.

Letty laughed, flipping you off. “Your support means the world to me.” Letty wiped faked tears, making you laugh.

“God, you’re such a pain in the ass.” You chuckled as you shook your head.

“But you love me.”

“I do, for some odd reason, I do.” You watched as she continued to do homework. Going back to your sketchbook, you were sketching a piece for Angel that you were going to place on yourself. You two had been dating for almost two years now. No matter how many times Coco warned you off, you two ended up dating. Coco didn’t even mind, when you told him you two were dating, Coco had only one thing to say.

‘No fucking at our house cause that’s just fucking weird.’

You currently lived with Coco and Letty since you never really saw a reason to move out and Coco didn’t want you to move out. So now, you have been living with Coco for five years and quite frankly, you wouldn’t want to change your living situation.

It was having your own little family. Your older brother and niece, you smiled at the idea before focusing on your drawing again.

Christmas was a month away and you wanted to surprise Angel for Christmas. It wasn’t much, but you knew he would appreciate it.

“So, have you told him?” Letty broke you away from your sketch.

“Told who, what?” You looked up at Letty who was smirking as she continued to do her math problems.

“Angel, have you told him you love him?”

You rolled your eyes, releasing a sigh. You weren’t going to discuss your love life with a fucking teenager. But it was difficult, Letty was technically one of the few females you had around you. And to be quite honest, for a brat, she was wise, which she most likely obtained from her father.

“I’m not going to discuss this with a teenager.” You threw a crumpled sketch paper at her, making Letty laugh.

“Come on, you don’t want to discuss it with your sobrina(niece)?” Letty’s smirk grew and you just laughed at her ridiculousness.

“There’s nothing to discuss. Angel is,” you sighed. “It’s complicated, half the time, I feel like Angel and I just have a casual relationship.” Which was the truth. Angel and you slept together often, much more often than you would like to admit, but it was hard to resist Angel.

But you two never did anything together. Sure, you two hung around the clubhouse, your shop, but otherwise, he never took you out on a date or anything. You tried not to take offense since you knew how busy he was and the club had him doing odd hours.

But at times, you just felt like you were a warm body he liked coming home to, or asking to come over when he was home.

He did ask you to be his girlfriend, and you two went on a few dates prior to you dating, but maybe once Angel landed you, he didn’t see why he should put forth effort. At the same time, whenever you two were together, you couldn’t even describe how much love you had for this guy. He always made you smile, he made your day better with his mere presence.

God, you were more into him than he was into you.

You were a part of a romantic comedy and Angel was the guy you dated before you met the one.

This was comical.

Cause you were really hoping Angel was the one.

“Why won’t you just talk to him?” Letty felt the answer was quite simple. Communication was key, which was something she was learning, no more running away. “Or you can dump him, you’re way out of Angel’s league anyway.”

“Stop, I’m not, I thought you like Angel.”

“I do, but you know,” Letty shrugged. “You’re kind of the older sister I’ve always wanted and if he’s making you feel that way, he’s not worth it.”

“I’ll talk to him later and I’ll decide from there.” You smiled. “Aww, you’re so protective of me Leticia, I feel special.”

“Shut up.” Letty grumbled, but she smiled as well. “How hard is it to say I love you?”

“Can you say I love you?” You quirk an eyebrow at Letty, slightly challenging her.

“Of course I can, I say it to you all the time.�� Letty scoffed. “I love you. See was that so hard? Pretend I’m Angel.”

“No, absolutely not.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Come on, I know I’m not as tall and I don’t have that awful beard, but you can still pretend.” Letty offered.

“Leticia, I’m not going to pretend you’re my boyfriend.” You went back to sketching, feeling Letty’s eyes on you for a moment before she went back to her homework.

After a few minutes of silence, you broke it.

“Okay, but you are absolutely not allowed to use this against me.”

“Come on, of all the people here, you’re the one person I don’t collect blackmail material on.”

You laughed at Letty’s comment reminding you of Coco. He always teased you, but when push comes to shove, he was your go to, until Angel at least.

“I love you, Angel. If you don’t feel the same way, I get it. If you’re bored cause you already got me, I get it. But just let me know so I don’t fall for you any further.” You let out a sigh of relief, feeling good to say those words out loud. You heard sniffling and you placed your sketchbook down, making your way to Letty. “You okay?”

“Why would you make yourself so vulnerable like that?” Letty wiped her tears.

“Letty, why are you crying?”

“I don’t know, this is your fault.”

You both laugh, hugging one another.

Unbeknownst to you, Angel was outside your door, hearing the whole exchange. He arrived when Letty first asked if you had told him that you loved him. He wasn’t going to lie, hearing that made him smile like a fool. But hearing you say that confession about him being bored with you? That hurt him.

How could you think that?

With everything going down with the club, he hasn’t been able to spend as much time as he wanted with you. Whenever he was done with whatever he was doing, he always called you up to make sure he could at least be with you when he had some free time even if it’s just to sleep with one another and occasionally fuck.

Alright, almost always fucked.

But he figured it was a good stress reliever for you both.

What he neglected to realize was that your mind could wander especially with previous relationships. He was such an idiot.

He loves you too, more than he could express.

Angel was going to do better. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you didn’t matter to him. You were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There was no other person he saw himself with. Maybe it was too early, but he didn’t care. He never comforted with social norms and he wasn’t going to start now.

Feelings were feelings and his feelings for you were intense.

He was going to talk to you tonight, then he’ll worship you as he always did.

“Did you order food? I’m starving.” He heard Letty question.

“You’re so demanding, brat.” He smiled at that comment.

Angel figured he should make his presence known now. He knocked on your opened door. You and Letty looked up at the door and found Angel holding two bags from your favorite sandwich place a few shops away from your shop.

“Angel!” You really hoped Angel didn’t hear anything you had said. “Did you just get here?”

“Yeah baby, I just walked in. What’s up junior?” It was a nickname he fondly called Letty and she honestly didn’t mind. Making his way over to you, he dropped a quick kiss on your lips before placing the bags on your desk.

You were thankful your sketchbook was closed since you didn’t want Angel to see your present, if you two were still together then.

“Nothing, is EZ here? I need help with Algebra.” Letty looked around, obviously EZ was not here.

“You’re not gonna ask me? How do you know I’m not good at algebra?” Angel challenged.

“Are you?” Letty countered

“I actually am, junior.”

You watched as Angel pulled up a chair right beside Letty and helped her with class. You hated how everyone assumed that Angel did not know anything simply due to the fact that EZ was the golden boy. But Angel was intelligent in his own right.

Angel looked up at you, smiling as you ate your Philly cheesesteak sandwich. Realizing he loves you was definitely interesting, but was quite simple.

You had slept over his place for a whole week and he just did a relief run with the rebels. He came home and he found you on the couch sleeping with Tiger King playing in the background. He laughed as he turned off the television, squatting beside you as you slept. Taking you into his arms, he carried you into his room, placing you on the bed. He took a quick shower and joined you in bed once he was dressed. Having you in his home, waiting for him almost every night that week, he realized that this was what he wanted for the rest of his life. Coming home to you, being able to unwind and just spend his free time with you, that’s all he wanted.

Have kids, late night adventures which you two did every once in a while, and just having you.

All he wanted was you.

It hit him then he loves you. And it just continued to grow from then.

“You want to go to the movies?” Angel asked you unexpectedly.

Letty looked at you, shooting you a quick smirk before focusing back on her homework.

“Sure, what time did you want to go?”

“We can catch a late showing, I’ll buy the tickets.”

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You yawned, getting ready for bed. You were going to the movies with Angel, but they ended up having a late night run which you understood. Just as you were about to sleep, there was a knock on your door.

“Baby!” You heard Angel call out.

Looking at the time, it was two in the morning. How did Angel even get in here? It was most likely Coco.

You opened your door and Angel almost fell on you, but he caught himself.

“There’s my baby girl!” He planted a kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around you. He was so warm and he smelled and tasted like alcohol.

“Are you drunk?” You sniffed him once more. “Are you high?”

“Sorry, he insisted I brought him here.” EZ’s voice surprised you especially since Angel and EZ haven’t been talking for months.

“He talked to you?” You questioned.

“Yeah, believe me, I was surprised myself.” EZ was nursing a beer at the picnic table when Angel approached him, inebriated and talking about how much he fucking loved you.

EZ hated this rift between him and Angel. He understood why his older brother was pissed, but he just wished Angel would give him a chance to speak to him, so he could speak to him about what's been plaguing his mind regarding his discovery of their mother’s killer.

He was definitely surprised when Angel plopped down next to him, patting his brother’s thigh.

“You like Y/N?”

It took some time for EZ to reply, surprised that his brother was speaking to him.

“Yeah, of course I do.” EZ looked at his brother as he leaned against the table top of the picnic table, his elbows resting on the table.

“I love her man, I’m gonna marry her.” Angel proudly informed his brother, taking another swig of his beer.

That much EZ knew. Angel looked at you like you held the world. If you told Angel that the sky was green, Angel would believe you no questions asked. Angel was very confident in your relationship and EZ could tell. While Angel still became jealous, it was more at the fact your attention was away from him, then he became upset. And there were times when newbies who didn’t know any better or some of your customers that push Angel that made the green-eyed monster come out.

He chuckled.

“Yeah?” The lightness of the conversation made it feel like things were back to normal and EZ knew it was far from that, but he would take this.

“I do. And you’re gonna be my best man.” Angel took another drink of his beer. “I’m still angry, but you’re my brother. She would want you there.”

EZ and Angel sat in silence then before Angel asked him to drop him off at your place that you shared with Coco. A few months ago, Coco had given him a spare key so that he could come to the house in case there was an emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but he fucking needed to see you.

So here he was now. He was holding you from behind, nipping on your ear, his hand moving under your shirt. You pulled your shirt down, trying to get Angel’s hand away from you.

“Thanks for the ride little brother, I gotta go fuck my girl now.” He chuckled right beside your ear making chills run up and down your spine.

“Angel!” You and EZ both yell out.

You shook your head. “Thanks for giving him a ride.”

“Not a problem, I’ll see you later.” You followed EZ to the door after helping Angel to your bed.

After locking the door, you made your way back in your room, locking your bedroom door behind you.

Angel was already down to his boxers, laying in your bed. His eyes were closed so you figured he was asleep. As soon as the bed dipped, Angel sat up. He smirked at you, offering his hand, which you took.

“You love me?” Angel questioned you as he sat you on his lap.

Drunk Angel was the best. He was so much needier than usual and he was so cuddly then.

“What?” You didn’t want to tell him the L-word like this. But you weren’t going to say no either.

“You love me?” Angel nuzzled his face at the crook of your neck.

“I don’t know, you ditched me today.” You teased him, running your nails up and down his chest.

“You love me?” Angel repeated again running his hands up and down your thighs. “You love me.” He nuzzled his face on your chest now, practically motorboating you. It wasn’t a question this time, it was a statement. “Te amo mucho, mi vida. You love me?”

The drunken slur made you giggle as he talked into your chest.

But then his words sunk in.

“You love me?” You felt your heart swell, the butterflies in your stomach going insane.

“I fucking love you, you’re my world.” Angel sat up and pulled you down towards him, capturing your lips, sighing against your lips. “You love me? I heard you earlier. I love you.”

“I love you,” you saw how Angel’s eyes softened, kissing you once again. You didn’t think hearing those words could make your heart flutter just like how the movies described it, but fuck, this killed you. You felt your eyes welling up causing Angel to frown.

“Baby, why are you crying?” He wiped your tears as they fell. “I’m sorry you feel like I put you on the back burner or I’m tired of you, but I’m crazy about you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, Angel did the same thing. You two sat in silence, enjoying the silence and the confession you two just had.

“You gonna let me eat that pussy?”

You laughed at his words. Pulling away, you shook your head. “Let’s sleep, once you wake up, then you can do that.”

Angel obliged. You both laid down, your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning with Angel’s head in between your thighs. He brought you to a high twice. You were a wet, quivering mess as Angel kissed his way up your body.

“Morning mi dulce,” he kissed you, your taste on his lips.

You felt his erection against your thigh, he was already bare. Slipping inside you, he kissed you as he buried himself to a hilt.

This was different. This wasn’t your usual sexual encounter where Angel couldn’t wait to be inside you, fucking you to oblivion, he was usually rough.

This was much sweeter, slow and sensual.

“I can do this every morning.” Angel said against your lips, his body moving against yours. Angel wrapped your legs around his waist, stretching you further. His pace was slow, which you were usually not a fan of, but this was something else right now. The room was still slightly dark, but you could tell it was at least near six in the morning with the little bit of the outside you saw through your blinds.

You realized then that Angel woke you up by eating you out, wondering if he remembered his drunken confession.

Angel placed his forehead against yours, placing a kiss on your lips every once in a while as he moved in and out of you. Your back arched, scratching his shoulders, meeting his thrust with the movement of your hips.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

Your heart swelled at his repeat confession. Fuck did that feel good to hear.

“You love me corazon? Huh?” He held himself with one arm and cupped your cheek, running his thumb against your bottom lip. “You love me?” The phrase was different when compared to last night. He has a playful undertone, his intoxication with alcohol obviously making Angel speak with repetitive playfulness regarding you loving him.

It was a more weighted question today.

“Yes, I love you.” You breathed out, eyes locked on his.

He groaned, hearing you say it while he was sober hit differently. Angel could take his alcohol and remembered most of last night's events. Even his conversation with his baby brother.

“You’re the only one for me,” you tightened up around Angel, his words just turning you on even more. You were never into possessive wording when it came to yourself prior to Angel, but just to know he loves and cherish you as much as you did him, fuck it made you wet. “You like hearing that mami? That you’re the only one for me? I’m gonna put a ring on your finger one day, you want that?”

You couldn’t even process what the hell was going on. Angel was hitting you so deep, his words just making you inch closer to your climax. You could tell he was almost there as well, he sped up his pace, but his thrusts were not as rhythmic as before. You reached down and rubbed your clit, Angel’s eyes darkening as he watched you.

“Yeah querida, play with that clit, get yourself off.”

You both reached your climax, each other’s names rolling off your tongues. Angel collapsed on top of you, your arms wrapping around him. Running your fingers through his hair, he sighed happily.

“I don’t want you ever thinking that I’ve had enough of you. You’re my world. Shit has just been,” he paused, finding the right words to say. He hasn’t disclosed much with you, but he would soon. After all, he had no plans of letting you go. “It’s just been crazy.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” You quickly respond.

“But I do, I,” he sighed. “I overheard you yesterday when you were talking to Letty.”

“Fuck,” you slightly laughed hoping it made you less embarrassed. “Angel, I don’t want you thinking that I’m clingy or something, it’s just if you’re bored, I get it.”

“How can you even think that, I could never get bored of you.” Angel slipped out of you then, a tiny moan escaping your lips. He sat up, his knees bent, his arms resting on his knees. “I’m not used to it, being in a relationship is new for me. I’ve been in relationships before, but it hasn’t been as intense as this. I may not be handling it as well as I want, but I do fucking love you and I want all of you, all the time.”

You sat up, wrapping an arm around his middle. You kissed the back of his shoulder and leaned your head against it.

“I’m sorry, past relationships just fucked me up.” You both chuckled at your statement, as if it was some sort of agreement. “I love you Angel, the past two years has been the happiest I’ve been. With everything I’ve been through, I’m glad it led me to you.”

Angel has never had someone love him as much as you have that at times, it was a bit daunting for him. But he was done sabotaging relationships due to his insecurities and fears. He wasn’t willing to let you go and he was certain you weren’t going to let him go either.

For once, he felt secured.

He found his person.

And it was you.

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Anon requested // And the second one also with him (Ez)please! “I don’t need a hero, I need my husband” thank you!! PS: I truly hope you do that silent reader request with Ez!!’ There aren’t enough fics for him and I really really think that request suits him!!! 🥺

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Being married to Ezekiel Reyes was wonderful. He was kind, gentle, generous, caring, smart and of course very handsome. The first time you saw him you knew you had to pursue him and you were not disappointed. The one downside to being married to EZ was the MC he was a part of. It was very dangerous and borderline terrifying but you knew early on in your relationship that he would never leave the club.

You eventually accepted that fact because he was just too good a man to let go off. You had been together for 3 years now and married for 1. You knew that getting married after 2 years together could have been a mistake but you knew straight away that EZ was the one.

You never got involved in club business. You knew the ins and outs of what went on but you stayed away from the clubhouse unless there was a party happening. You could never turn down a party and seeing your husband completely relaxed and having fun was one of your favourite things to see.

A loud bang downstairs woke you up from your sleep. You patted EZ’s side of the bed and you felt nothing. You quickly checked the time and it was 1am. Usually he was home by now. Another loud bang followed the last one and you swore it sounded like someone kicking your door. If EZ forgot his keys he knew where the spare one was kept so you knew it wasn’t him. You dialled his number and he picked up after a few rings.

“There’s someone trying to get in our house EZ” you whispered. “Where are you?” You knew you should probably be more alarmed or scared but the adrenaline had kicked in and honestly you felt nothing.

You heard the sound of chairs scraping and the sound of your husband’s voice telling you he was coming home right now. But he was going to be too late. Whoever was trying to get in had succeeded and you could hear the sounds of multiple footsteps running up the stairs as fast as lightening. The figures entered your room and you were able to count 6 people with balaclavas on before they threw a sack over your head and pulled you out your bed.

“Get her in the van” you heard one of the men say to someone. “Quickly”.

You heard the sound of the doors opening and you were thrown into what you assumed was the back of the van. You heard someone climb in after you and felt their presence infront of you.

“Who are you?” you asked them. They hadn’t covered your mouth which was a rookie mistake on their part. You didn’t know when to be quiet which usually didn’t end well for you.

“Shut the fuck up bitch” the man leered at you. “if you speak again I will put a bullet between your eyes” you didn’t doubt the threat but you wanted to challenge him anyway.

“Do you know who my husband is? He will find you in to time and he will put a bullet between your eyes”. You felt a sharp pain on the side of your head and the last thing you remember is the cold trickle of blood running down your temple.

You woke up and noticed that the sack was now off your head. You looked at your surrounding and realised you were in what looked like a basement. There were stairs which you assumed lead up to the house and a chair and rope infront of you and a flannel and water. The windows were boarded but they were kind enough to light 2 candles for you so you could see your surroundings. You went to stand up but you noticed your hands were handcuffed to a radiator beside you and there was no way you were breaking out of them.

Panic was setting in now. You were claustrophobic and that mixed together with fear wasn’t helping you. The door opened and you saw 2 men clamber down the stairs still wearing their balaclavas. One of them had a gun and the other one had a phone.

“Call your husband and tell him if he wants to see you alive again the Mayans better give me what I want”. You shakily told the man EZ’s number so he could dial it. He put it on speaker and the familiar voice of your husband had you breaking down in tears. He recognised your cry anywhere.

“Where are you mi amor?” he asked “are you ok?”

“She’s fine estúpido” (asshole). “Tell him” The man roughly grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to the phone causing you to yelp in pain.

“He says if you don’t give him what he wants you won’t see me alive again” and then the man hung up.

“You better hope your husband pulls through” he spat at you. He gestured for the other man to pass him the gun and he hit you across the other side of the face with it. Your last thought before you blacked out was that you hoped you could see EZ again.

The sound of gunshots woke you up dazed. The taste and smell of blood was pungent and it made you want to vomit. Everything was so loud and made you dizzy. The gunshots seemed to stop just as quickly as they started and the door to the basement opened and you cried at the sight of EZ heading towards you. “Shhh I’ve got you” EZ pulled your body into his, being careful not to touch your head until it was patched up.

“Hermano find something to get these handcuffs off” You didn’t see Angel standing behind EZ until EZ addressed him.

“We got them querida, all 5 of them” Ez soothed in your ear.

“There were 6, I saw them in our bedroom before they took me” you tearfully explained.

“MIERDA!” your husband was angry. “I’m gonna find that el pendejo (motherfucker) and make him wish he was never born”. Angel came back with some bolt cutters he found and EZ freed you from the handcuffs. You immediately stood up and wrapped your arms around him, calming down immediately.

“I don’t need a hero, I need my husband” You grabbed EZ’s head in your hands and made him look into your eyes. “He can wait, please just take me home”.

He nodded and helped you out to the van that was waiting. You noticed the rest of the Mayans digging holes to put the bodies in. EZ got you into the van and promised he would be back shortly. You saw him walk over to Bishop and whisper something in his ear. You saw the President nod and pull EZ in for a hug. You knew that your husband probably told Bish that there was still another man unaccounted it. And you knew that they would make it their top priority to find him and torture him for what he put you through.

EZ vowed for the rest of his life that he would keep you safe and nothing like that would ever happen to you ever again.

#ez reyes x reader #ez reyes fanfic #mayans mc #ez reyes imagine #ez reyes

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pocmuzings · 4 years ago

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Hey G! I was hoping you or your followers could help me out! I'm going to write a canonically Mexican character and I've of course done my research on how to write mexican characters respectfully (and will continue to do so throughout because you can never learn too much or be above improving!) BUT I have a slight dilemma. One shouldn't be stereotyping, as a general rule, but this dude has a speech pattern of adding words like "hermano" and "ese" in all media to a point (1/3)

( cont’d ) where it doesn't sound like him when he doesn't (that's even how they once noticed he was under other's control) even when written by latinos, and I was wondering if I should refrain from that to show respect or if I should keep it since it is such a big part of his way to express himself? Like I'd hate to offend anyone, and normally when I write latino muses I don't write with such a speech pattern because it is a stereotype . BUT at the same time, I don't want to be disrespectful towards this characters origin and history by erasing a key trait of his speech pattern, as he is a native spanish speaker and since his character actually has been quite important for diverse rep in comics, y'know?? I'm hoping a lot of your latino/mexican followers can weigh in! & Maybe you could too in a more general sense? Like, if it was an indian muse, would you rec changing speech pattern or not? Thank you!!

hello and im so so sorry this is late ! i hope you already may have found an answer ? this is a really hard question for me to answer because i am not latinx and i do not want to speak for any of them , so of course i will open this up for any and all latinx people in the community to respond and put in their 2 cents if they want to !!

going off what you ask at the end there , if it was an indian character you were playing and canonically in comics / media they spoke a certain way . . i wouldn’t MIND if a person who is not indian , and playing this character , imitated that speech pattern they presented . so long as its sticking to just the words they say in the comics , and not then trying to add in your own google translated words or whatever . i think i wouldn’t mind seeing some hindi / tamil / urdu written and spoken by characters and people in the rpc who don’t actually speak that language , but at the same time i REALLY would not want somebody to overdo it . for e.g , if you wrote an indian character who spoke hindi and you notice , canonically , they say ‘ beta ‘ a lot , or ‘ haa / han ‘ a lot . because , to me , thats important to the character and i wouldnt want to erase that english isn’t their first language etc etc . but also , sometimes it is painfully obvious when somebody doesn’t understand how bilingual / multilingual people speak , and they’ll overdo it with how many times they’ll start having their character say those words . i don’t know if i’m making much sense . basically , it’s hard for me to reply because on one hand : the speech pattern is important and defines a character , especially if they’re canonically written one way , but on the other hand , you need to be careful with how you write this because i know MANY latinx writers in the community who literally hate / cringe at anybody writing spanish sometimes , because its so obvious that they’re just using google translate , or throwing the words anywhere . so their experience is going to be ABSOLUTELY different from my own , and therefore , my above answer is probably pretty useless ! so . i don’t know for sure , because it definitely differs for them , then it would for me if i saw a character speaking hindi ( because i never do so i’d mainly just be Excited and maybe a little Nitpicky ).

anyways . . if anybody else wants to help me and this anon out , feel free to jump in !

#shutup g.#character help #Anonymous

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aileruaa · 5 years ago

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Something of Zetaflash. As the moment Bart realized that he liked Ed and vice versa, maybe not a confession rather knowing that there is "something more than friendship" It would crash! I love what you write !!

Here I am hella late as always LOL anyway who agrees that Bart would totally get flustered watching Ed work out? cus i agree 🙋🏻‍♀️ (i hope this suffices, anon!!!) and yes i totally agree that im projecting my desperate need to work out on my favorite characters via writing but let’s just ignore that...LMAO

Bart was a lean kid, and sheer strength was never his forté. He didn’t need it; his super speed and quick wits easily compensated for his lack of Superboy-Level strength. That was why he was usually never caught dead in the gym, except to watch his fellow team members struggle with their workouts and make snarky comments. The gym was the last place Bart would have been lurking in on a Monday night, if it weren’t for the fact that his teammates were literally nowhere to be seen for their usual weekly Monday video game tournament meetup.

“There you all are! What are you guys doing here?” Bart asked, popping a Chicken Whizee in his mouth. He walked in the glass doors of the Hollywood tower’s personal gym, only to be greeted by the clanking of weights and the gritted yelling of Victor Stone. “No one was in the game room.”

“We…gotta…get…jacked.” Vic grunted, arms straining under the weight of the 280-pound plates he was trying to bench. Gar chugged his protein shake at an alarming pace and nodded at Bart in acknowledgement, while Cassie counted her 698th one-armed push-up.

“Easy there, big boy. You’re pumping more iron than usual already.” Ed’s hands hovered above the bar, just in case Vic’s arms gave out from the weight.

“Jacked for what? How come I wasn’t invited?” Bart crossed his arms. Vic let out a yell and slotted the bar back in its place. Ed held the bar to help him balance.

“Dude, you never work out.” Gar raised an eyebrow. “Besides, this is for publicity. Ever heard of the ALS ice bucket challenge?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t live under a rock.” Bart retorted as Gar pulled out his phone.

“Well, we were nominated by Perdita to do the challenge, but we have to look good for the camera. We’re trying to get our muscles toned before we pour a bunch of water on ourselves.” Gar showed the footage of the queen declaring her hefty donation to the ALS research community, followed by the ever-so-iconic spilling of ice water all over her body. Shivering and smiling, Perdita nominated Garfield and his team to do the challenge as well and to spread the good word.

“How come I didn’t hear about this?” Bart asked, feeling a little left out.

“It was in the group chat. You probably didn’t see it, as always.” Cassie pointed out, rising from her 700th push-up. Bart took his own phone out and checked the Outsiders’ Groupme chatroom, to find that he was indeed tagged in the message inviting the team to the gym and that he, as Cassie said, had not seen the messages. Bart sighed.

“Isn’t this supposed to be about helping people with ALS, not about looking good for the camera?”

“Yeah, but people tend to be more interested when there’s something nice to look at. Can’t have us heroes looking scrawny. And isn’t that the point? To generate interest?” Gar grinned. “Hey Cas, let me see you flex.”

As Cassie flexed her arms for Gar to observe, Bart turned his attention towards Ed and Vic. Vic finished up the last of his rep and got up from the bench.

“I’m surprised you’re going along with this, amigo.” Bart walked over to the two, watching Ed’s Adam’s apple bob as he took a hefty sip from his water bottle.

“To be honest, I didn’t know about this whole ALS thing until I got to the tower. This was just supposed to be my regular Monday evening workout.” Ed shrugged, capping his bottle. “But I thought, ‘might as well’. I’ve got nothing to do anyway.”

“Alright, Ed, your turn.” Vic slapped Ed on the back in a friendly manner, albeit a little too roughly. Ed rubbed the area and took his position under the bars as Vic took off the heavier plates to match the weight Ed could handle.

Bart stared as Vic loomed by the bar and Ed positioned his arms parallel to his shoulders on the bar. It occurred to Bart that out of all his teammates, he hadn’t ever really seen Ed work out. Jaime, sure; Cassie and Vic, all the time. But they were the strongholds of the team and needed to maintain their physical strength at all times. Ed was similar to Bart in that he normally relied more on his wits and teleportation than sheer strength. It made sense, however, that Ed would want to keep himself in the best shape possible in case they came up against a particularly brutal enemy.

But watching Ed bring the bar down to his chest and lift it made Bart feel some type of way. He looked so concentrated, teeth gritted and eyes squinted as his lean yet toned arms strained against the weight of the plates. Ed’s normally chill face was scrunched up in total concentration as he exhaled sharply with the movement of the bar. He almost looked angry, like the bar was his enemy and he only had one thing on his mind- to overcome it. His muscles seemed tense; had he not stretched enough before? And was the AC broken, or was Bart just blushing profusely despite the ambient temperature?

‘Shit.’ Bart brought a hand to his cheek. He was flustered as Hell.

“Dios mio, how much weight did you put on, dude? I told you my PR’s 180,” Ed grunted as he brought the bar back up. Vic chuckled.

“Only twenty more than usual. Come on, man, your arms are gonna look nice as Hell when you finish this set.” Vic encouraged, nodding at Bart to say something.

“Yeah, they’ll look…nice.” Bart’s voice cracked. He turned away to hide his profuse blushing, only to be faced with a grinning Cassie.

“You would think so, huh?” she whispered as she tied her hair back into a ponytail. Cassie was the only person on the team other than Jaime and Traci who was aware of Bart’s little crush on Ed, and she never missed a chance to make fun of Bart. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, Cas,” Bart hissed back.

“I’m just pointing out the obvious. You’re totally ogling.” Cassie muttered. And she was right. Bart couldn’t take his eyes off Ed for too long, it seemed, because his eyes trailed back to Vic and Ed as he heard Ed’s strained groaning from his finished rep.

“My arms are definitely feeling this tomorrow.” Ed sighed, reclining up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“Come on, from 200?” Vic teased. “That’s like lifting a textbook.”

“More like 20. Some of us don’t have Fatherbox strength to get us through.” Ed rolled his eyes. “Cas, Gar, you’re done already?”

“Yup!” Cassie flexed her arms dramatically for the boys to see. “Bart here wants to give it a try, though.”

“No, no I don’t.” Bart corrected, glaring at Cassie for her obvious attempt to push him towards Ed. Ed brought the hem of his muscle tank up to his face, revealing a set of nicely-toned abs underneath. Bart almost choked.

“Bar’s all yours if you want, hermano.” Ed waved towards the bench. “Soon as I finish my sets.”

“Nope. Don’t need it. I don’t gym.” Bart shook his head adamantly.

“You, uh, look a little red there, Lil’ Red.” Vic pointed out. “Like, the color of your face and your hair are pretty much the same.”

“Just, uh, the AC’s probably broken.” Bart retorted.

“The AC’s on full blast.” Gar corrected.

“Are you feeling sick?” Ed asked, a tinge of concern evident in his voice. God, why was he so caring at the worst of times?

“Maybe the ice bucket challenge will help cool you off.” Vic suggested.

“Nah, it’s fine. I didn’t bring a change of clothes, so-“

“Who says your clothes will be on?” Cassie interrupted, chewing on her granola bar. “Everyone’s gonna be shirtless.”

As soon as Cassie mentioned shirtless, something in Bart snapped.

“I-I’m outta here.” Bart knew that seeing Ed shirtless right after a sweaty workout would break the straw on the camel’s back, and took it upon himself to escape before anyone could stop him. As he stormed out of the gym, everyone else glanced at each other in confusion at Bart’s sudden departure- everyone except Cassie, who grinned to herself at Bart’s flustered exit.

“Why’d he leave?” Gar asked, confused. Cassie giggled knowingly, shrugging in order to preserve her friend’s integrity. After all, she was the only one who knew Bart’s redness was simply him not knowing how to deal with his flustered emotions for Ed, and it was more fun teasing Bart than to reveal it herself.

#young justice #bartuardo #zetaflash #zetaflash-week #Bart Allen #eduardo dorado jr

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baekhvuns · 2 years ago

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sorry to all french fellows in this convo we have here at miss baeks village but OLE ARGENTINAAAAAAAA VAMOS HERMANOS

its kinda deadly to see argentina win if im being honest but its still a latin america win so im satisfied. congrats to our boy messi specially <3<3

AND I HAVE SOME not so exciting actually NEWS kira sunbaenim im kind of infatuated with a guy from my uni i barely know and its kind of a short story so id like to tell you and ask you (baeks herself and other followers too!) for opinions and advice if u wanna hear it 👀

-hoobae anon

VAMOS ARGENTINA 🫡🫡 di maria saved them & the amt of fouls on him and de paul 🔫,, its still latam, winning either way!!! hoping for brazil 2026 or portugal, need them to lift it up come on 😭😭

no bc mbappe carried the french team in the second half, WHAT WERE THEY DOING !!!! deserved better teammates dbdb, but rly what a match!

OH??? im all ears, we’re all ears

#✉️ : ask #hoobae anon

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pocolocos · 3 years ago

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"Hector!" The anon bounded up with a curious look on it's face. "I have a question. How did you meet Imelda + Ernesto?"

　　　❝ ernesto & i grew up at the same orphanage.

　 i was brought in the day i was born, but i was 5 or 6 by the time ernesto showed up. i got curious, because i always get curious with new people, but he was really avoidant & scared. i don't think he spoke for 3 daysーat least not to me.

what ended up happening is the orphanage had a 'buddy system' where an older child is put in charge of a younger. i didn't like the boy who had been taking care of me; he was impatient & meanーhe really didn't seem to like me, either.

i remember this time i was sick and refusing to take my medicine, and he got so frustrated that he pulled my hair & held me downーso i pretended to take the medicine & spit it back in his face.

and... well, ernesto's 4 years older than me, so, when that boy gave up trying to look after me, they gave me to him instead.

　　　　and we’ve been inseparable ever since. ❞

　❝ i don't remember how old i was when i first saw imelda, but i know that it was after ernesto & i started playing in the plaza for spare change, and we started that when i was... 11 or 12.

　she would pass through, no specific day but always around the same time, and she'd dance for a while. sometimes with her papá, or her mamá, or her hermanosーsometimes with the other strangers watching, and sometimes by herself.

she was amazing at it. i would always look forward to when ernesto wanted to go out to perform, because i was hoping i'd see her there. but what's funny is... even after seeing her in town for years & yearsーi don't think we actually spoke until i was almost 16? i certainly didn't know her name until then.

　but once we did start talking... that was it, you know? the rest is history. ❞

#「 ASKS 」#anon: asks a simple question; me: spends 30 minutes working out the lore in my head #「 HEADCANON 」

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mushroomwriter · 7 months ago

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Hermanon anon here!! I read your reply and it made me so happy :'D I'm so glad you enjoy my silly little rambles. I'm actually travelling again soon so I may not be able to write a proper reply yet (or I'll write one on the trip) but just wanted to let you know I've seen it!! And don't worry at all about replying fast or slow, life takes priority always. Congrats on passing your exams btw 😊 (also it makes me feel Evil Glee that the richard siken quote is still living in your head XD) Do you like listening to music? If you like, I can rec you some songs that make me go insane when I think of the hermanos <3 Also, have you read any lcdp fics on AO3? There's one fic that I think you'd love after all our discussion about the hermanos' Shrodingers childhood... anyway, hope you have a good day ❤️

Heyyyyy! I'm so happy to know you saw my reply! (Thank you so much for letting me know! Given how long it took me, I was a bit concerned you'd never see it... Anyway, have a safe travel, and take your time!)

Thank you! I'm now studying for another exam, I hope I can pass this one too... Meanwhile, it's always Good to suffer because of Richard Siken's quotes that are a little too fitting...

I do like listening to music and I love it when songs make me go crazy about characters/their relationships, so please go ahead with your recs 🙏 Same goes for the fic recs, I don't think I read many hermanos fics...

Thank you! I hope you have a good day too ❤

#p #my askbox #you know what I'm giving you your tag #hermanos anon

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mushroomwriter · 7 months ago

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(pt1) The hermanos really live in my head rent free askfhfkd and once again, I must thank you for being so sweet and inviting! I hope you enjoy the rambles ahead 》 Hi, hermanos anon back again! I'm finally done with my exams, thank you once again for all your kind wishes <3 I've even had a little holiday and travelling (which stresses me out) and I was rotating your answer in my head all the while... Yesss, that scene with Sergio & Martin is so painful. The emotions on both their faces are so raw and real and uff, I really love how you can see the way both of them have been hurting and grieving despite the *years* it's been since Andrés died. They truly loved him so much and I am never gonna be over it 🤧 And yes that scene on the ship where he's giving them instructions gets me too, especially this one moment where when they reach international waters everyone is cheering and going wild and Sergio smiles for like half a second before the smile just drops from his face and he looks in the distance... and you can just tell he's thinking of his brother who's not there to celebrate with him :'(

(pt2) This gets long so if you can feel free to put even my asks from here on under a cut (or maybe answer them separately? idk I hope i'm not annoying you or your followers with the wall of text and again I am SO sorry for how long this got 😭)

Now about the hermanos' childhood, I must say you've really done some magic with your words because for the past 2 years, I have clung stubbornly to my half brothers headcanon. I cannot emphasize enough how much I never vibed with the full brothers scenario. BUT. After reading your thoughts, something in me slowly softened to the idea (which I repeat I thought was impossible) and then I was reading this novel at the same time, with 2 brothers in it, and one of them is more "evil" than the other, meaner, likes to play tricks and the other is more good and kind and idealistic. Anyway, there was this one passage in the book where the mean brother lies down in his bed at night praying, begging God to "don't let me be mean" and wanting to be nicer and loved by his brother. and my brain replaced that with the hermanos growing up, and my heart squeezed in my chest and thats the moment I finally converted to the full brothers headcanon. Thank you for opening my eyes to the possibilities. Of course, the half brothers headcanon will always be first and special to me, but OMG the FEELS with the hermanos growing up together as little kids!!! I'm just taking their backstory as Shrodinger's Headcanons, since Pina clearly isn't interested in giving us anwers lmao. After this tangent, let me reply to your actual thoughts asdfjsk

Ah, I can see why s3 gave you that impression. Maybe I watched that interview before s3 becz my mind was always clear that they shared a father, so Andrés mentioning him makes sense but he also always had this kind of distance/coldness when talking abt him, even saying "He was *your father*" to Sergio in s2 by the fireplace (which makes sense if the said father abandoned him), while Sergio was the one who always sounded more fond and grieving. And when he mentioned "Mama's illness" I thought it's only Andrés' mother cause neither of them ever seemed very concerned that Sergio could have inherited the illness too? But it's interesting how preconceived notions affect the way we interpret a scene, you and me both had such different conclusions LOL. I understand, it was just the opposite direction for me, I didn't want to 'embrace' the full brothers headcanon 😅

(pt3) Yeah they even never clarified what he was sick with for HALF HIS CHILDHOOD/YOUTH!, let alone how he got better. But I'm so with you, the idea of Andrés taking Sergio to Russia and saving his life has my whole heart. Yes, you can work in the Andrés raising Sergio bit, especially because i think with their father dying and their mother's illness, they were probably orphaned at a young age either way and obviously the responsibility for Sergio would've fallen to Andrés very young, and like you mentioned even when their mom was alive he still might've been expected to look after his hermanito while they were busy trying to manage expenses. Oh, idk if you've heard of another hermanos headcanon that was popular at the time, basically that Andrés started stealing/got into a life of crime to pay Sergio's medical bills, but again, I love the idea that he used every means- legal or not to save Sergio. (Andrés' past intrigues me very much, I wish the spinoff had actually given us some answers 🥲)

OH, I loved your analysis of both scenarios and Andrés' reasons to resent their mom/Sergio. It makes all the sense, and it's heartbreaking. I also agree that it's very interesting he doesn't resent or bear any grudge against Sergio, when he easily could have. Once again, the fact that despite his unforgiving harsh personality in general, Sergio is the exception and he can see that Sergio really was just a helpless child and doesn't hold anything against him, melts my heart. AND YASSS, that's exactly one of the reasons I love the half bro hc so much. It's a Choice, and what a selfless one. Raising the son of the father(or mother) who abandoned you. I don't think many ppl would or could do that. And the fact Sergio was a sickly child too, but Andrés still took him in and didn't treat him like a burden but a beloved brother <3 I also just fell in love with the idea that Sergio thinks he's all alone in the world and then Andrés appears on the scene. Learning to trust each other. Andrés also thinking no one could love him (abandonment issues) and then he's suddenly the parental figure for a kiddo who looks to him and depends on him and loves him unconditionally, the way a child does.

(pt4) YEP, regardless of scenarios I also love the idea that it was Andrés who saved Sergio's life (and ofc, Sergio would think he can do anything. don't get me started on how Sergio would've felt when Andrés told him of the myopathy. Definitely some of his denial comes from the fact he thinks Andrés can defeat the illness, no matter if there's a cure or not) Gosh yes, Andrés would've been so proud and extra protective, we see that in the Bella ciao scene. I really think he didn't mind if he died as long as Sergio got away and gets to live a long and happy life ;___;

I would never stop screaming either if we got a new hermanos scene!!! Keep the hope alive 🤞 Hehe, I'm glad you appreciated the #hermanos angst! Oh that's great!!! As always, I am very excited for any hermanos content and I would love any gifset you make. What a coincidence lol, Richard Siken really was writing about them XD Awww, I love how you put it, that scene really does overflow with familiarity. Thinking of Toledo makes me emotional too, I'm glad I got to ramble about it with you, you made me smile too :') And if I ever get around to writing it, I'll let you know!

Omg, you're too kind, I'm relieved you don't regret the invitation yet haha. And you're happy to see my silly little rambles?? 🥺❤ So so glad our talks give you a serotonin boost too, and I hope you've been doing well. Take care, and please take your time replying to this essay 😭

PS I've read 100 years of Solitude too just last year! Feel free to tell me what you think of the book so far, I'm thinking of doing a reread <3

First of all, I'm sorry it took me SO LONG. Real life has been so busy lately, and I wanted to give you a proper reply, not a hasty one... especially considering I SO ENJOYED your rambles!!

I'm glad you managed to have a little holiday (which I hope wasn't just stressful) after your exams! If you're studying for some other exams now, well, I wish you good luck!

That scene with Martín and Sergio is definitely in the top painful scenes... Andrés is still such an open wound for both of them! Oh man, yeah, I do remember that moment of Sergio just... grieving despite the cheers and relief and it breaks my heart :(

So under a cut is it! Don't worry! I can't talk for my followers but I'm not annoyed for sure :D

What can I say... I'm happily impressed to know I softened you a little to the full-brothers scenario 💕💕 Also because I was maybe a little worried I rambled a bit too much about that scenario, so I'm glad you did like it! And please, associating that quote to the hermanos fcking killed me :( YES I think Shrodinger's Headcanons is the best way to go for their childhood! Like, as I said I went "naturally" for the full-brothers headcanon but there are aspects of the half-brothers headcanon that really melt my heart, so I want to keep them both! lol, Pina decided to give us NOTHING and so now we decided to take double the answers!

Yeah, it makes so much sense... it's truly interesting to see how the same scenes can be interpreted in different ways and how one preconceived notion can, as you said, make us end up with totally different conclusion...

I KNOW! I absolutely expected they'd let us know something more about Sergio's childhood illness, but nothing lol! I don't know if I had heard of the "Andrés got into stealing for Sergio" headcanon, like I definitely had that thought but I can't remember if it was because of fandom influence or not... either way, I'm so ON BOARD with it! (I guess the spinoff at least leaves us very free to headcanon at our hearts' content...)

I'm happy you loved my thoughts about Andrés and the reasons he'd have to resent Sergio, it's something I love to chew on! And YEAH EXACTLY, I mean, especially considering Andrés' whole character, 'selfless' is not exactly the first word that comes to mind to describe him, so thinking of him deciding to take care of this sick child he didn't even know, son of the parent who abandoned him, when Andrés himself was probably still pretty young... ahhhh! And little Sergio thinking he doesn't matter to anyone anymore, he's nothing but a burden now, but then Andrés appears and takes him in... I'm melting. And now you're making me crazy with the thought of Andrés, whose experience in terms of relationships is really not great, who considers himself really hard to love, getting this kid who loves him unconditionally and trusts him and looks up to him... woah. He was probably flabbergasted. "what's this??? UNCONDITIONAL LOVE??"

The idea of Andrés saving Sergio's life also ties nicely with Sergio's reaction when he learned about Andrés' illness, he was there like "let's forget about the robbery and let's go abroad in search of a cure" he wanted to do exactly what his brother had done for him!! And yeah, I think even after Andrés crushed that idea a part of him never stopped holding a bit of hope! As for Andrés, he would absolutely consider "I die but Sergio lives happily" a great scenario and I want to scream!

I'll keep hoping for new hermanos scenes 🤞 Thank you! That gifset is still a work in progress, I got a bit stumped because the scenes I picked are all so dark and my attempts to colour them have been pretty disastrous lmao but I'll try again! Also just so you know, I keep thinking about "you wouldn't be there to catch me" in relation to the hermanos' relationship and I CRY. (Thanks about the fic!)

I'm SO HAPPY to see your silly little rambles you have no idea 🥺❤ Also when I got these messages specifically I wasn't feeling great, like, physically (I had a bit of a migraine), therefore I was pretty unhappy, but your words really lifted my mood! And again, I'm so so sorry it took me so long to reply this time, I really hope you'll see this answer anyway...

PS. Oh, nice! 100 years of solitude is one of the things I had to put on hold lately, but I really want to get back to it because YES I was really enjoying it! I'm also lowkey obsessed with the opening lines, it's really the kind of beginning that makes you want to read the whole book immediately to find out how's that Aureliano ended up there! (We also had to translate that first part for class and later analyse the official Italian translations and I enjoyed it so much...) What about you? Did you end up doing that reread?

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hermanos anon again, all the best for your exam!! ooh, i'm very interested in whatever you'll gif, i'm sure it will be lovely! and thank you once more asdfjsk i'm absolutely starved for hermanos content (and the spinoff didn't provide at all) so you are doing God's work <3

Oh, it was exactly the same for me! It's a long story but at first I really wasn't interested in the show at all, but my family would put it on during every meal so I'd catch a few episodes here and there, I even missed the bella ciao scene at first. But during s2 when tokyo confronts Sergio about Andrés knowing his name, and we get like a 10 sec flash to the bella ciao scene, that was my first time I went "what's going on here" and the seed for my hermanos obsession was planted XD If you'd said to me back in 2019 that 5 years later these 2 would be my favourites and I'd still be loving and missing them, I'd never have believed it lol. I rewatched some scenes I'd missed, by the s2 finale I was invested and the hermanito reveal made me cry 😭💔

You're not alone, I will never recover from that either. In fact, allow me to make the scene worse for you - there's one thing I noticed when rewatching the show. When Tokyo dies/Raquel 'fake' dies, both times Sergio is pleading with them too to get away or give him up. But you'll notice in both cases he's adamantly giving "orders" in a sense, he doesn't use the words "por favor". There's only one scene where he switches from orders to child-like pleading, and that's the hangar scene. He's pleading, begging Andrés to leave and he screams 'Andrés por favor' desperately.

(pt 2) Sergio really is so comfortable with affection from Andrés, love the way you put it! And hahaha Andrés is the most Unhinged Bastard Man but that flies out the window with hermanito, he's always so fond of him. One of my favourite things about their relationship is how they are both such cold/reserved people otherwise but around each other they can show their genuine emotions, it's beautiful. The guantanamera scene is like a perfect time capsule of their bond, the mingled grief and love, the joy and the sorrow, the smiles and tears. And how despite Andrés is the one with a death sentence looming over him, it's him trying to cheer up Sergio, just like in the Bella Ciao scene it's him singing "che mi sento di morir" and continuing on till Sergio smiles. Anyway it's truly such a precious scene and I love how it ends with their silly little dance moves, gives me so much serotonin :') Please don't apologise about replying late, I loved reading your thoughts too! It's such a joy to find a fellow heist brothers fan :D I just hope I'm not bothering you with my rambles asfdfjsk I've been thinking abt them a lot lately 😅 Thank you for the gifset again and for being so kind, hope you have a great day 💗

hi there!! I'm finally here! Thank you so much for the well wishes, I passed! I really hope so, I'm still in search of inspiration... maybe I need to rewatch their scenes a little more... Aw, don't mention it, I also have a high need for hermanos content tbh (I knooow, I didn't have a lot of hope but a tiny teeny part of me did hope Sergio would show up and I'm so sad he didn't!) it's a honour to be able to provide some food 🫡

Oh, that's cool! I remember that scene in season 2, and I love the shot we get of the hug there, like you can really see how protective it is, the way Andrés crandles Sergio's head and back... so yeah, I can totally see how that moment planted the first seed for your hermanos obsession! The hermanito reveal was such a gut punch, there is little to do...

And wow, thank you, this did indeed make that scene even worse for me, I didn't think it was possible! You're so right, oh no... really, the way Sergio sobs "Andrés, por favor!" is so child-like and heart-wrenching... literally a little brother begging his big brother not to leave him, and knowing on some level that he'll never be able to make him change his mind... I need to curl up into a ball for a while ahhh

That's definitely one of my favourite things too, they're so calculating but around each other they feel safe and comfortable enough to let their guard down... brothers!! Yesss, that's such a big brother moment for Andrés! Like he can be pretty self-centered but there he clearly puts Sergio's needs above his and I melt! Side note about the bella ciao scene, I wonder if Andrés singing "e se io muoio da partigiano tu mi devi seppellir" on his own was supposed to be some sort of foreshadowing of the fact he'll die and Sergio'll survive... I mean, "and if I die as a partisan you must bury me" is basically what happened, isn't it? Except that now I'm struck by the thought that probably Sergio couldn't bury Andrés, coudn't take care of his brother's body... OH NO. On a happier note, I love the way Sergio asks Andrés, "we're the resistance, aren't we?" in the bella ciao scene, it almost sounds like it used to be an inside joke, maybe something they told each other when they were younger, captivated by their grandfather's stories... And yes, Sergio "I don't dance" Marquina WILL dance if his big brother so requires :D

I'm glad to hear that! I hope you'll see this reply too (the last few weeks have been pretty hectic, I was either busy or super tired all the time) and rest assured your rambles don't bother me at all, I LOVE THEM! ❤️ Thank you for your enthusiasm, truly, I hope you have a great day too!

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