#hope it's okay i did a para

[doubleedgemode]

Happy summer, everybody!

This has been a big project to take and while there's stuff to improve I'm pretty happy with it. Be sure to zoom in the big picture for details and read the comic from left to right. (Needless to say, please don't try A.B.A's behaviour.. For your safety)

Bonus doodle:

[waffulart]

An idea for an Error Sticker/Ideita para sticker de Error 🗣️

Error belongs to Crayon Queen

(I don't think I would make it but still posting)

[wlwsoccerfics]

Sick Days(MapiXIngridXLeónReader)

Warning: Google translate used , Asthma attack

Summary: your sister & Ingrid want you to rest but you are really stubborn.

"¡estoy bien!(I am fine)!" You claimed. Even though it was obvious you weren't. In fact you were dangerously close to triggering an Asthma attack. Which was obviously not good at all.

¡No, no estás bien!(No you aren't okay!)" Mapi answered. Looking at you. You were quite stubborn so even though you had the exact same conversation an hour ago when Mapi woke you up for practice and realized how sick you actually were. Yesterday you had a little sniffle. Now you had a bad cough and could barely breath. You actually were wheezing every now and then.

Your sister wasn't the only one that voiced her concern though. No Ingrid did as well.

"y/n, you need to take some days off and rest. Practice could make things worse!" Ingrid let you know.

"No quiero defraudar al equipo.(i don't want to let the Team down.)" You explained.

"¡Tu práctica faltante no los decepcionará!(you missing practice won't disappoint them!)" Mapi answered. Your sister didn't like this one bit. She has seen you have Asthma attacks when you were younger & she knew how bad those were. And how bad they could be even now. When you catch a cold or something like that.

"Si te esfuerzas demasiado, eso los afectará.(you pushing yourself too hard , is gonna affect them though.)" She also added. Ingrid nodded her head in agreement.

"Sólo quiero ver la práctica al menos.(i just want to watch practice at least.)" You told them. They weren't too Happy about that either because you actually belonged in bed but that way they at least could keep an eye on you.

"Bien, pero ponte ropa de abrigo.(fine, but put on some warm clothes.)" Mapi replied.

"and bring a blanket!" Ingrid said.

"bueno.(Okay)" You wheezed out. Mapi and Ingrid glanced at one another. Really regretting to agreeing with letting you Go to practice. Even if it was just to watch. You are 16 years old and have been living with them since you joined Barca a few months back.

You almost fell asleep in the car, but fought against it. You wore a thick Jacket, a Beanie and a scarf. When you walked into the lockerroom. Well walked wasn't actually the most accurate word to describe it. You dragged yourself in. The Hood of your Jacket over the Beanie on your head. Blanket wrapped around you. Everyone was looking at you with concern written all over their faces. You were coughing softly, sitting down on the bench.

"Pequeño, tu lugar está en la cama.(little one, you belong in bed.)" Alexia said right away.

"Sólo estoy aquí para mirar.(just here to watch.)" You let her know.

"Intentamos hacerla descansar, Alexia.(we tried to get her to rest, Alexia.)" Mapi explained, walking in right behind you. Ingrid next to her.

"you know she is stubborn." Ingrid replied. You let out a huff which actually triggered a coughing fit. Aitana right by your side, rubbing your back.

"Te ves agotada!(you look exhausted)" She told you.

"¡No quería perdérmelo!(i didn't want to miss out!)" You admitted. Sniffling softly.

"¡Puedes mirar, pero si las cosas empeoran, te irás a casa!(you can watch but if things get worse you are going home!)" Alexia said.

They got ready to go outside for practice. Doing some drills. You watched them for a bit before you started to develop a fever. Hoping the other Girls wouldn't look over cause if they did they would notice it right away.

Unfortunately that fever wasn't the issue right now. No you started coughing really badly and ended up with an Asthma attack in full swing. Breathing heavy. The noises you made were quite loud appearently because the Girls all looked at you before they sprinted over. Your sister was the first one by your side. Along with Ingrid and Alexia.

"¡Está bien, estoy aquí!(it's okay I am here!)" Mapi told you. She sat you up straight. Grabbing your inhaler from the Pocket of her trainings sweatpants.

"Take a deep breath!"Ingrid instructed once Mapi placed the inhaler in your mouth. And you did take two deep breaths. It wasn't easy. But you managed.

"Ya es suficiente. Necesitas ir a casa y descansar.(that's enough. you need to go home and rest.)" Alexia answered.

You were too weak to argue. Ingrid who helped you up with Mapi frowned.

"you are burning Up!" She stated. Looking really worried. Mapi put a Hand on your forehead.

"Tienes mucha fiebre. (you have a really bad fever.)" Mapi confirmed.

Alexia told them to take you home and make sure you get enough rest. There was a really important game coming up in two weeks and they all knew you wanted to play in it. So resting now was Key.

The two took you Home and helped you into your pjs. Then they put you to bed. Ingrid decided to make some soup for you and Mapi stayed with you. Watching you sleep. She was worried you would have another Asthma attack. You ended up cuddling into your sister's arms. Sleeping for most of the day, you had some of the soup Ingrid made, had a long bath and then went back to sleep once again. Both Ingrid and Mapi stayed with you the entire night. Thankfully the next day was an off day so you didn't had to worry about missing out on anything. You were sleeping for most of that day as well before you started to feel like yourself again so you slowly got back into practice.

And you were able to play in the important game! Which you one and scored a goal in.

[theonottsbxtch]

FIRST SIP | FC43

an: hello dear friends i am back! on my break i did some writing and im posting a few of them now, this story is short and based off a request, it is more friends that coupley but hey ho! hope you guys missed me fr

wc: 2.3k

THE GLITTERING LIGHTS of the awards ceremony sparkled like tiny constellations scattered across the ceiling, casting a soft glow on the crowd of motorsport elite. She adjusted her sleek black dress, smoothing invisible wrinkles as the chatter of voices buzzed around her. The air was thick with champagne, pride, and promises of the future—her future. Formula One.

Her heart still fluttered at the thought. Next season, she’d be trading her Formula Two championship-winning car for the dizzying heights of the world’s most iconic racing series. The title champion still felt surreal, even with the trophy gleaming beside her seat.

She reached for her clutch bag, which was precariously balanced on her lap, when her fingers snagged, and the small lipstick she’d stashed inside went tumbling to the floor.

“Damn it,” she muttered, dropping to her knees before catching herself. “Joder… maldita sea,” she corrected herself in a breath, practising the Spanish that had become her second language these past few months. Her soon-to-be teammate, a rookie sensation turned veteran heartthrob with a reputation for fiery radio calls, spoke English on his own terms, and she wasn’t going to be the rookie who relied on a translator.

She stretched forward, only for her hand to collide with someone else’s. Warm fingers curled around the lipstick, and she looked up to see a man straightening with it between his fingers.

“¿Esto es tuyo?” he asked, holding it out to her. The rich accent made her mind stumble for a second before she registered the words: Is this yours?

“Sí… gracias,” she replied, taking it carefully. But as she glanced up at him, the dim lighting made it hard to see his face.

The man didn’t leave, though. He stuffed his free hand into his pocket and continued in rapid Spanish, “Deberías tener más cuidado. Estas cosas ruedan lejos, y luego todos se están tropezando.”

Her brain tripped over the words. Something about things rolling away? And people tripping? Her cheeks heated as she scrambled to reply. “Ah, sí, tienes razón. Um, gracias otra vez.”

“¿Estás bien? Pareces un poco nerviosa,” he said, tilting his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.

Her heart stuttered. Nerviosa? Nervous? No, no, not nervous. Not because he was tall and charmingly dishevelled in his tuxedo, or because his Spanish was making her carefully rehearsed phrases feel utterly useless.

“I’m fine,” she blurted, before realising it had slipped out in English. Heat rose to her face, and she quickly backtracked. “Estoy bien, quiero decir. Um…” She fumbled, searching for words. “No… nerviosa.”

The man laughed, low and warm. “¿Segura? Porque pareces que estás practicando un examen de español.” His teasing tone was unmistakable: Are you sure? Because it looks like you’re practising for a Spanish exam.

She swallowed, willing her racing brain to catch up. “No,” she managed, her lips twitching into a sheepish smile. “No examen… solo, um, aprendiendo.” Not an exam, just… learning.

“¿Aprendiendo?” His dark brows arched, intrigued. “¿Por qué?”

She hesitated. Did she admit why? Or keep it vague? Her pride wanted to play it cool, but her words were clumsy as they spilled out. “Para, um, la próxima temporada.” For, um, next season.

That made him pause, his head tilting slightly. “¿Eres piloto?” he asked, glancing over her shoulder as though expecting a team logo or badge to confirm it.

“Sí,” she said quickly, eager to hold onto the thread of the conversation. Then, her nerves pushed her to add, “Pero… F2.”

His eyes lit up with understanding. “Ah, campeona,” Ah, champion he said, grinning now. “Vi las noticias. Felicidades.” I saw the news, congratulations His Spanish slowed slightly, the warmth in his tone calming her as he added, “Subir a F1 es un gran paso. ¿En qué equipo vas a correr?” Moving up to F1 is a big step. What team are you going to race on?

Her chest tightened. Of course he’d ask that. She debated deflecting, but her pride wouldn’t let her. “Um… contigo.”

His brows furrowed, the grin flickering into confusion. “¿Conmigo?”

“Sí,” she murmured, suddenly very interested in the lipstick still in her hand. “Teammates.”

The realisation hit him, and in the shifting lights, she caught the flash of his expression: surprise, then delight. “¡Ah, en serio!” He ran a hand through his dark hair, laughing softly. “Bueno, entonces, tienes que practicar más. No puedes entender mis chistes si no hablas bien español.” Well, then, you have to practice more. You can’t understand my jokes if you don’t speak Spanish well.

She couldn’t help it—she laughed, the nerves ebbing just slightly. “Lo intentaré,” she promised, finally meeting his eyes with a shy smile. I’ll try.

“Bueno. Porque hago muchos chistes.” His grin was playful, his words laced with a teasing warmth. Good. Because I make a lot of jokes.

Her new apartment still smelled faintly of fresh paint and new furniture, the kind of sterile scent that made it obvious she’d only just moved in. Boxes were still scattered across the living room floor, some half-unpacked, others untouched, their labels scrawled with things like kitchen stuff and racing gear. She was making progress—slowly—but there was still so much to sort out.

At the moment, she was standing in the middle of the chaos, holding two framed photos and trying to decide which one deserved a place on the narrow entryway table. Her Formula 2 championship-winning moment? Or the first karting trophy she’d ever won?

She barely had time to decide before a sharp knock at the door interrupted her.

Frowning, she set the frames down and padded over, expecting maybe a team liaison or a delivery she’d forgotten about. But when she swung the door open, her breath hitched.

Franco stood on the other side, one hand braced against the doorframe, the other tucked into his hoodie pocket, his usual easy grin in place.

“Hola, vecina,” he greeted, his voice warm and teasing. Hello, neighbour.

Her brain stalled. “Wait—what?”

His grin widened, and he jerked his chin towards the apartment next door. “You didn’t know?”

She shook her head, still caught between shock and amusement. “Not at all. No one mentioned I’d be living next to you.”

Franco laughed, crossing his arms. “I’ve always lived here. My teammates come and go, but I stay.”

She glanced past him at the door to his apartment, as if seeing it in a new light. “So all this time, I was moving in right next to you?”

“Seems that way.” He smirked, then leaned in slightly, voice dropping conspiratorially. “I hope you’re not too loud, rookie. I need my sleep.”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I could say the same to you. Who knows what kind of noise you make?”

He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offence. “I am an excellent neighbour.”

She let out a small laugh, the initial surprise settling into something easier, something natural. There was something oddly reassuring about knowing he was just next door.

Then Franco’s gaze flickered to the open boxes behind her. “Still unpacking?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, glancing over her shoulder. “It’s taking longer than I thought.”

He hummed, then, without warning, asked, “Do you drink mate?”

She blinked. “Mate?”

“The drink,” he clarified, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “Not a… friend.”

She let out a short laugh. “I know what it is, but no—I’ve never tried it.”

Franco gasped again, this time genuinely horrified. “Never?”

“Never,” she repeated, biting back a smile at his dramatic reaction.

“No, no, this is unacceptable,” he said, shaking his head. “Forget coffee. You’re coming over, and we’re drinking mate.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”

“Claro,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You have time, no?”

She hesitated, glancing back at the mess of boxes, the half-unpacked apartment. But, really, it wasn’t much of a choice at all. Franco was standing there, already expecting her to agree, already acting as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe it was. Maybe this was just how things were going to be—her new life, her new teammate, her new neighbour.

“Alright,” she said, grabbing her keys. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Franco grinned, stepping back to let her out. “That’s more like it, rookie.”

Franco’s apartment was warm and lived-in, the kind of place that felt effortlessly comfortable. Unlike hers, which still smelled like fresh paint and cardboard, his had a distinct mix of coffee, something faintly citrusy, and a hint of leather—probably from the well-worn sofa in the living room. A few racing helmets were stacked on a shelf, along with books and framed photos, though nothing was arranged too neatly. It felt like a home, not just a temporary place to stay.

She took it all in as he motioned for her to sit on the couch. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, already heading towards the kitchen.

She did, tucking her legs up slightly as she looked around. “You’ve been here a while?”

“Since my first F1 contract,” Franco called over his shoulder. “They always offer a team apartment, and I never saw the point of moving. Too much effort.” He returned a moment later, carrying a wooden tray with a mate gourd, a thermos, and a small metal straw—the bombilla.

“Let me guess,” she teased, watching as he expertly poured hot water into the gourd. “You can’t live without mate?”

He smirked. “Obviously.” Handing her the gourd, he added, “It’s a tradition where I’m from. You share it. One person pours, and everyone drinks from the same cup.”

She looked down at the drink, slightly wary. “So, we’re… sharing?”

Franco nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “That’s how it works.”

She hesitated for only a second before bringing the gourd to her lips, taking a sip. The taste hit her instantly—earthy, slightly bitter, with a strange sort of warmth. It wasn’t bad, just… different.

“Well?” Franco asked, watching her reaction.

She lowered the gourd, lips pursing slightly. “It tastes like… grass.”

Franco burst out laughing. “You sound like every non-South American I’ve ever given mate to.”

She laughed too, handing the gourd back to him. “It’s not bad. Just… an acquired taste.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He took a sip himself, leaning back into the couch, looking completely at ease. “So, rookie, tell me something about you.”

She arched a brow. “You already know I’m your new teammate.”

“That doesn’t count,” he said, waving a hand. “I mean something real. Who are you when you’re not driving a car?”

She hesitated. It was an odd question—one she wasn’t sure she had an easy answer for. For so long, racing had been everything. But Franco was looking at her expectantly, so she thought for a moment before answering.

“I used to play piano when I was younger,” she admitted. “I stopped when racing got serious, but I still love music.”

Franco’s eyes lit up. “Piano? That’s cool. You should start again.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t even know if I remember how.”

“You don’t forget things like that,” he said, taking another sip of mate before passing it back to her. “It’s like driving.”

She huffed a small laugh. “Not everything is like driving, you know.”

“For us, it kind of is,” he pointed out, grinning. “Okay, my turn. Ask me something.”

She thought for a second, then smirked. “What’s the worst crash you’ve ever had?”

Franco groaned. “Really? That’s your question?”

“Come on, I’m curious,” she said, nudging him playfully.

He sighed dramatically but answered anyway. “F3. Macau. I ended up in the barriers, completely destroyed the car.” He shook his head. “The worst part? I wasn’t even leading. Just a stupid mistake.”

She winced. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” He glanced at her. “What about you?”

She exhaled through her nose. “F4. Spa. Hydroplaned and took three people out with me. Worst day of my life.”

Franco winced in sympathy. “Spa in the rain is brutal.”

“Tell me about it.”

There was a pause, but it wasn’t awkward. It was easy, comfortable, like they’d known each other longer than just a few weeks.

She took another sip of mate, barely noticing how the taste wasn’t as strange anymore.

Franco stretched his arms behind his head, looking at her with an easy smile. “You know, I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

She met his gaze, feeling the same.

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “I think so too.”

She handed the mate gourd back to Franco, her fingers brushing against his for just a second longer than necessary. It was nothing—just a simple handoff—but she felt the warmth of his skin, the briefest pause before he finally took it from her.

Her heart stuttered slightly. It was stupid, really. She’d never been the type to get flustered over things like this. But something about the quiet, the closeness, the way he looked at her with that easy smile—it caught her off guard.

Franco took a sip, his lips pressing against the same spot she had just drunk from, and she swore she felt her face heat.

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned back, exhaling contentedly, and then—just like that—slipped back into Spanish.

“Te acostumbrarás al mate, ya verás,” he murmured, tapping the gourd lightly with his fingers. You’ll get used to mate, you’ll see.

She let out a soft laugh, tucking her legs up underneath her. “Tal vez,” she said, the words slow, careful. Maybe.

His eyes flickered with something amused, something warm. “Eres mejor en español de lo que crees.” You’re better at Spanish than you think.

She scrunched her nose. “No lo sé.” I don’t know.

Franco smirked. “Lo sé yo.” I know.

There was a beat of silence—comfortable, easy.

She glanced down at the mate gourd in his hands, then back up at him. “I’m glad you’re my first Formula One teammate,” she admitted, voice softer now, more honest.

Franco tilted his head slightly, as if considering her words. Then he smiled—genuine, warm. “I’m glad too, rookie.”

And somehow, she knew he really meant it.

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[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 31- Ghost face!Miguel x Shy!Reader

*Requested by the many fans of tumblr. Happy Halloween!*

        Everyone had warned you about moving to Nueva York. The amount of dangerous people in that city were overwhelming. You were going to be eaten alive as your friends and family warned. You thought of yourself better and wanted to prove to them that you could survive. The shy and quiet you, who barely had to courage to say no. It was something you always struggled with, but you hoped that this new job would help you with it.

        You were hired at Alchemax as a lab assistant. You tried to fit in, but everyone was so self centered that you ended up being a loner. Everyone except one person. Miguel O'Hara. He had extended the hand of friendship to you, wanting to make you feel more comfortable around the place. You instantly fell for him. He was so kind to you and understanding. You had just wished that everyone was like him. You had wished you had the courage to ask him out.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked as he tried to grab your attention. You flinched out of your daydream,

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I've been...tired lately."

"I've noticed that you've been taking on other people's work. You need to learn to say no," Miguel told you before typing away on his computer. You could only nod,

"I...know...I've also had trouble sleeping...N-News of that...Ghostface going around killing people has me spooked." Miguel glanced you way, handing you a bottle of water, "T-Thanks."

"You'll be okay, tomorrow's Halloween, that's the last day he goes out. Just stay home, okay?" You let out a small whimper, hesitating. "You are staying home, right?" Miguel asked, stopping his work. Tears almost fell from your eyes,

"I-I got...I was told to join some of the others...a-at a small...work...party," Miguel saw you shaking, "I-I...I couldn't say no..."

"Sí, ¿qué voy a hacer contigo? Mi pobre muñeca inocente. (Aye, what am I to do with you? My poor innocent doll.)" Miguel whispered, knowing that you knew nothing of Spanish. He took you hand, calming you down, "Don't worry, you'll be okay."

        You looked into Miguel's eyes, smiling softly as you calmed down. After wiping your tears away, you thanked him quietly before hurrying off to go back to work. Miguel watched you scurry off. He growled lowly as he walked to his trash. That invitation was in there somewhere. Your coworkers didn't care about you to invite you to some Halloween party. They had other plans, and now Miguel did too. Finding the paper, Miguel's eyes shined brighter than normal.

"Tendré que matar a todos y hacerme el héroe, sólo para ti, mi preciosa querida. (I'll just have to kill everyone and play the hero, just for you my precious darling)"

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        You stood in the corner of the small party, watching all of your coworkers enjoying themselves. You glanced down at your costume, wondering if it was too weird. Everyone else was dressed up in slutty and revealing outfits and here you were, with the costume you thought looked the cutest. You sighed sadly, wondering why you were even here. No one was talking to you. You were just there. Another sigh escaped your lips as you made your way to the upstairs bathroom.

        As you washed up, you heard faint screaming. You gasped and shut the light off, your heart beating faster. Loud thumps echoed from the staircase, causing you to whimper. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the loud thumping stopped right in front of the bathroom door. You hurried into the tub, holding yourself as you shook. This was not how you wanted to die. You cried as the door slammed open,

"BOO!"

"KYAAA!" You screamed, covering your ears. You heard loud laughter and raised your head to your coworkers,

"Ah man! Did you get that on video!?" One of them yelled.

        You stormed out of the bathroom, sobbing past everyone as they laughed at you. You made your way to the backyard since the front entrance was blocked off. You sat on the steps, crying your eyes out. They only invited you to make fun of you since you were so scared of Ghostface. You were just a quiet coworker, what did you do to deserve this? Upon hearing another scream, you whimpered in response. Were they trying to scare you again?

"I'll just stay here for a bit. They have to unblock the door soon," You whispered.

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        Miguel had watched the whole thing. His anger had reached a new boiling point. Fixing his mask, Miguel's grip on his knife tighten as he made his way inside. He was the one who blocked the door. Standing in the corner, Miguel watched you ran outside crying. Perfect. He was going to start with the stragglers downstairs. It was a big house and not too many people. The job needed to get new employees anyway. These guys were just dead weight.

        Miguel approached each person a little louder than he wanted. He was so fueled with anger that he couldn't focus. He just wanted everyone to pay for what they did. After his first kill, Miguel inhaled deeply. The smell of metallic blood filling his nostrils. He was not going to get now. He had taken out his anger during this month. It was the only time he could. Slowly making his way over to his next victim, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he thought of you.

        You were going to be his perfect little wife. Miguel was going to make sure you stay in the dark about his secret. He just wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you protected and loved. When you first arrived at Alchemax, Miguel thought he saw an angel. A shy little angel who entered his life just for him. Miguel had hunted every single asshole who dared tried to flirt with you, or even scared you. Miguel was going to be your dark protector.

"AHHHHHH!" 

        There it was. The first scream of the night and not from a scare, but because of the dead bodies that laid under Miguel. Smiling through the mask, Miguel watched the girl run to warn the others. Ah yes, that was the start. Miguel inhaled deeply, getting enjoyment from true horror. He was going to enjoy his last few kills of the night. It was going to be another year until Miguel could kill again.

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        After calming down, you decided to leave. You rubbed your eyes once more before entering the house. It was quiet aside from the sound of thumping from upstairs. They were probably enjoying themselves. Honestly, you were mad at your cruel coworkers. You stopped at the front door, seeing that it was still blocked. Why were they doing this to you? The couch was far too heavy for you to move on your own. Looking for another way out, you gasped as you stepped in something.

"My shoe," You whimpered, looking at the red puddle.

        Following the puddle, you gasped sharply as you saw one of you coworkers dead. Your heart started to race again as screams came from upstairs. You hurried to the kitchen, wondering if there was a door there and froze as another dead body laid before you. This was bad. Ghostface was here and he was killing everyone. Tears began to roll down your cheeks again as you hurried to find somewhere to escape. Maybe there was a gate in the backyard?

"Please! Don't kill me!" One of your coworkers screamed as another ran down the stairs,

"(Y/N)?! You're still here?!" He yelled and gasped as Ghostface started to walk down the stairs, "Fuck it, I ain't dying here!"

        You yelped as your coworker grabbed you harshly and threw you in front of the staircase. You eyes widen as you nearly froze in fear as Ghostface stood directly before you. You couldn't move. His knife was stained with blood. You shook and closed your eyes, crying as you waited for the worst.

"No! Stay back!"

        You shuddered a gasp as you heard Ghostface leave to your coworker first. Quickly, you found a closet and hid in there until it was safe. You were frighten and scared. Covering your ears, you tried to stay quiet as you waited. Waited for Ghostface to leave.

"(Y/N)? Are you here?" That voice. You knew it all too well.

"M-Miguel! R-Run!" You cried out.

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        Miguel whispered some cusses towards your coworkers as he stabbed him. Now that everyone was dead, it was time for you. He knew that you ran to the living room, but where were you hiding? He stopped to clean his knife in the kitchen sink, washing all the blood off. Once that was done, he attached the knife to his thigh strap under his pants. He then took his mask off, putting it inside one of his cloak pockets that was big enough.

"(Y/N)? Are you here?" He called out, wanting to bring you out of hiding.

"M-Miguel! R-Run!" Those cries weren't meant for you.

"It's okay, I'm here now. I saw Ghostface head upstairs, quickly close your eyes and come out. I'll get you out of here."

        You were such a good girl for him. You crawled out of the closet with your eyes closed, your breathing still heavy. Miguel just smiled towards your shaken form, knowing that you were going to be in his arms in a second. With ease, he picked you up, holding you close. He could feel your heart beat. You were sobbing and holding onto him for dear life. You had no reason to cry now. Miguel was going to take care of you.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," Miguel whispered as he stroked your head. You just cried into his shoulder,

"M-Miguel, I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'll take good care of you,"

"T-They're all dead. I-I thought...I was next...Miguel...I love you. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm a scaredy cat and shy and nervous...I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner," You kept babbling, crying your heart out since you thought you were going to die.

"Dios mío, no me esperaba esto. Voy a follarte bien esta noche para que te olvides de todo esto. (My god, I wasn't expecting this. I'm going to fuck you go good tonight that you're going to forget all about this.)" He groaned lowly.

"M-Miguel?"

"It's okay, (Y/n), I love you too. I'll take good care of you."

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        You sniffled as you stepped out of Miguel's shower, rubbing your arms as you wore some of his spare clothes. Miguel was kind enough to take you to his home, wanting to comfort you for the night. You were nervous as you stepped into his living room. It was quiet. Miguel was taking a shower in his other bathroom. Who would have thought that Miguel was rich? You explored his place, still surprised by the turn of events.

        You ended up in the kitchen, noticing a knife in the sink. It looked so much like the knife Ghostface had. Shaking the thought out of your head, you made your way back to the living room. You wanted to forget about what happened tonight. You tried to at least. You knew you were going to have trouble sleeping again. Tomorrow was going to be harsher because everyone was going to be asking about the others. Asking why you were the only one left alive.

"W-What if they think I killed them?" You stuttered at the thought. Miguel approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist,

"Then they would be fools," He kissed the back of your neck.

        You shuddered at the affection Miguel gave you. Turning around, you pulled him into a tight hug. Miguel chuckled as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. Your cheeks burned up as he placed you on his bed. Miguel stroked your cheek, calming you down again. His smile instantly making you fold for him.

"Do you trust me?" Miguel asked you as he slowly climbed over you. You just nodded, "Good, there's something you need to know,"

        You whimpered as Miguel kissed your neck. His hands stroked your sides under the shirt you wore. He let out a low groan since you looked so good in his clothes. You let out a breathless moan as he cupped you breasts. Miguel was going to wait until you were completely in his grasp before telling you. After all, you couldn't say no. You were going to be his good girl forever.

"M-Miguel?" You whined softly as he took your shirt off, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. 

"You're not going back to work," Miguel whispered as he started to grind his bulge against your cunt, "You're going to stay here. Make it look like you died with the others."

"W-What?!" You asked, but flung your head back as Miguel sucked on your breasts.

        You moaned softly as Miguel spread you legs, allowing him to rut into you rougher. You felt yourself getting wetter. The boxers he let you wear were too thin and easy for him to grind against. You tried to ask him what he meant, but you were being overwhelmed with pleasure. Miguel's hands were now resting against the boxers, rubbing your clit against the fabric. You body leaned into his touch, desperate for more. His tongue swirled around your nipple, making his way back up to your neck.

"You're going to stay here, baby." He whispered again, his fingers dipping under the boxers and circling your clit, "My beautiful angel. I can't let anyone have you. I can't let anyone harm you. You were always mine."

"Mhm~ M-Miguel~"

"(Y/N), don't be afraid of me. I will never harm you." Miguel watched as you bit you lower lip, moving your hips with his hand, "Así es. Déjame convertirte en la esposa perfecta. Déjame manchar tu hermosa inocencia. (That's right. Let me fuck you into the perfect wife. Let me taint your beautiful innocence." He groaned lowly.

        You whimpered a moan as you felt a knot tighten inside you. Miguel moved his fingers faster against your clit, causing that knot to tighten. You tried to rub your legs together, but Miguel kept them spread. He sucked against your neck, groaning as you cam from just him playing with your clit. His fingers dipped lower, two digits entering your tight, soaked cunt. You moaned again, your cunt squeezing his fingers as he pumped inside you.

"Ah, my sweet innocent little angel. Watching you break because of me is so delicious." Miguel groaned as you squirmed and moved your hips to his touch, "You're going to stay here. I'll make sure no one will ever hurt you again, understood?"

"Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried out as his fingers feverishly fucked your tight gummy walls.

        You whined as Miguel raised your legs over his shoulders. Your pussy clenched his fingers as he started to curl against your sweet spot. You flung your head back as he started to wiggle his fingers inside you. His thumb rubbed against your clit again, bringing you over to the edge. Miguel wasn't making any sense, but his words were making you wetter. Honestly, with how tonight went, you wouldn't mind being stuck in Miguel's home forever. He was your protector.

"M-MIG-" You screamed out as you reached another orgasm. Miguel pulled his fingers out, licking them,

"You even taste sweet," He hummed, holding his erection towards your twitching folds, "You have no idea the amount of men I had to get rid of to make sure you stayed innocent, just for me. Seré tu primero en todo... y tu último. (I will be your first for everything...and your last.)" He groaned.

        You whimpered as you felt Miguel's dick stretch you out painfully. His cock was so thick and long. Your pussy was convulsing around him, sucking him in while drool rolled down your lips. He was making you feel so full. You wanted to question him on what he meant by getting rid of people, but you started to get drunk off his cock. Another whimper escaped your lips as Miguel groaned, fitting his whole length inside you. You swore that he was pressing against your cervix, but you weren't sure. This was a first for you.

"Un ajuste perfecto. Fuiste hecho para mí, cariño. Voy a grabar la forma de mi polla en tu memoria. (A perfect fit. You were made for me, darling. I'm going to fuck the shape of my dick into your memory.)" He groaned, slowly pulling out of you, "Killing all those people made this worth it."

"H-Huh?"

        You moaned loudly as Miguel thrusted his dick back inside you, hitting your cervix with each thrust. You cried out as Miguel started to bully your cunt, causing you to turn into putty under him. You could barely feel your legs as the slapping sounds between you grew louder. His dick forming a perfect space inside your pussy. You trembled as you started to reach another orgasm, unable to take the pleasure that he was filling you with.

"Look at you, so fucked out on my cock. How does it feel to get fucked by Ghostface, baby? Does my dick feel that good?" Miguel moaned as you tighten around him, "Yes, it does, doesn't it. Why else would you be squeezing me this tight?"

"H-Hah~ Ah~ Y-You're....ah~ mhpm...G-Ghost...f-face?" You whimpered lowly. Miguel fasten his pace, enjoying the white ring that formed around his dick,

"Yes. I'm the scary Ghostface that killed those asshole coworkers of ours," He chuckled, stopping to fill you with his seed, "I told you that you'd be okay. I will never, ever hurt you. Only love you."

        You wanted to be scared. You truly did, but both your brain and your heart were only thinking about Miguel's dick pounding you still. His hot semen filling your womb as he kept fucking you dumb. You body twitched from overstimulation as Miguel started to rub your clit again. He leaned down to kiss you, biting you lower lip as you moaned for him. His grip tighten against your hips, rutting into you furiously. He wanted to make sure you knew that you were his.

"Awe? Tired already? I think I need to show you how many people I've killed for you. Here's the second victim." Miguel groaned as he cummed inside you again. 

"Mhm~" You muffled lowly, growing exhausted. Miguel chuckled as he pulled you to his lap,

"Tienes razón cariño. Vas a ser la esposa de Ghostface. Siempre puedo mostrarte mi amor en cualquier momento. (You're right darling. You're going to be Ghostface's wife. I can always show you my love anytime.)

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        When you woke up, Miguel was by your side with water, vitamins and breakfast. He had bathed you and put on a fresh pair of clothes. You recalled his confession from last night and grew slightly nervous. Miguel, the man you longed for, was the murderous Ghostface. He killed your coworkers and faked your death. You now belonged to Miguel. You wanted to be scared, but Miguel had proved to you that he was never going to hurt you.

        Maybe it was your blind faith or actually being fucked dumb, but you willingly agreed to stay with Miguel. You stayed in his place as his house wife, greeting him with love everyday. Miguel rewarded your love with his brutal sex, reminding you that you belonged to him. By next Halloween, Miguel returned to his Ghostface persona, needing to release some steam. You became his accomplish, making sure that he returned home safe and sound.

"How was my good girl tonight?" Miguel hummed as he slapped his dick into your soaked pussy. You whined into the bedsheets,

"D-Distracted t-the...ah~ police...s-sending em...mhm~ opposite side of...of....ah~ t-town~!" You cried out. Miguel groaned happily, harshly shoving his dick deeper into you to fill,

"That's my perfect angel. Well done."

"T-Thank you!" You moaned against him, shaking from the pleasure. Miguel hummed happily as he kept thrusting inside you,

"I think you deserve a reward. Why don't we try making a little Ghostface jr?"

"Yes! Yes!"

        Your vision blurred as you moved in rhythm to Miguel's thrusts. Your mind started to fill with lust as you became tainted by Miguel. You were just as bad as him now, but you didn't care anymore. As long as Miguel was there to love you and protect you, you were okay. You moaned loudly as you cam against his dick, burying your head into the pillow again. You were happy with you life now. You were going to protect and live with Miguel forever.

Forever as Ghostface's wife.

[spctrsgf]

morning banter

summary: something about you and marc? he wakes up early, and you most certainly do not.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: language, my shitty spanish (i’m trying okay)

a/n: took a quick break from b+h for a lil marc spector drabble!!! hope you all enjoy

Es tan temprano para esta mierda, Marc. Jake’s annoyed Spanish drawl smacks into the side of Marc's head. The combination of his drowsy, slow mind and that Marc knew next to no spanish caused the said man’s eyebrows to crinkle. “What the fuck did you just say?” He can barely hear his own voice, but he knows Jake can.

Don’t worry about it.

“Jake.”

Marc. Only Jake would pitch up his name in a high voice: it’s a mimic.

“Hey! I don’t sound like that.”

Yeah you do.

“No, I don’t! Back me up, Steven.”

Don’t bring me into this. 

C’mon, Stevie— Jake cuts off abruptly, probably the doing of Steven.

“Jake,” Marc resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Just tell me what you said.”

Go to sleep, puta.

“Okay, I know that one,” Marc hisses, toiling you in closer to him. “Rude.”

You deserved it.

“You wanna know what you deserve?”

Oh, yeah, Jake taunts. What’s that?

“A fucking pun–”

His voice goes legato as soon as he senses you moving, causing him to fall silent. You curl tighter into a ball, spiraling the covers more into your fists and tucking them again beneath your chin. Jake, by some miracle, also goes quiet, as if somehow his words could expel themselves out of Marc’s mouth and to your ears. 

But, the soft exhales are the only noise you left out, and if you heard them, you didn’t show it. Marc’s shoulders roll back from where they were hunched, surely Steven’s gentle gesture to the position he hadn’t even realized he’d been in. 

Would it kill the two of you to just be nice to each other? The Brit muses. 

Absolutely. Jake’s response is automatic.

“One hundred percent true.” Marc chimes in.

HAH! Steven ejects the exclamation in triumph. Now I got the two of you agreeing.

“Sure, whatever.”

Only time we agree is when you finesse us into it, hermano.

Marc slides his arm out from where it was wrapped around your waist to give the two a thumbs up in agreement with Jake, reluctantly.

Or, he tried to.

“Noooooo…” You groan groggily, tightening your hold. 

Marc freezes. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm?” 

“I- I didn’t know you were aware.”

“Well,” you snuggle closer into his chest, his warm embrace. “You ‘n Steven ‘n Jake aren’t exactly quiet when you argue.”

He sighs, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Listen, ‘m sorry. You know how we can be.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love you all,” you reach back, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “But I also love my beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need to sleep to be beautiful.” He ducks his head to place a featherlight kiss to your neck, savoring the sigh you let out in return.

“You’re sweet, but we both know that’s not true.”

“Do we?”

“Mhm,” you turn, nudging Marc’s arms off of you as you face him. “‘M a menace without it.”

“That’s true,” he chuckles when you slap his arm, letting out an effortlessly beautiful smile. “But it’s nothing a cup of nice, warm coffee can’t solve.”

You giggle softly. “That’s true.”

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” He moves to slide you both out from under the covers. “Let’s get going.”

“Nope.” You let him go, rolling to burrito yourself in the covers again. 

“Nope?” He inquires, rounding the bed to stand over you.

“Nope.”

His shadow covers your shut eyelids and you know he’s bent over your face. “I’ll make you coffee to apologize for waking you up, baby, I promise.” You scrunch your nose. “Tempting, but no.”

“Not even because I’m asking you?”

“Not even if you were on your knees and begging.”

“Oh?” The sentence your half asleep brain had kindled clearly took him by surprise. 

You huff, flipping over in the bed dramatically. “Go away, I’m tired.”

“What’s so great about this bed that I can’t give you, huh?”

“Well,” You take a deep breath, and some small, rational part of your brain tells you that maybe the spew of words about to come out of your mouth is what he wanted to happen all along. “The bed is warm. It’s cozy. The covers are just the right heaviness and just the right thickness to provide optimal warmth and the right amount of pressure to keep me sleeping like a bear in hibernation. ‘Nd my pillow is the right firmness, but has my desired amount of sink to put me out as soon as you turn off the light and wrap your arms around me. Even though that only happens sometimes.”

Marc huffs in frustration. “Hey!”

“Yeah, Marc, my bed is always here on time. It never goes anywhere, and the only life it’s saving is your sorry ass right now.”

“Uncalled for.” He runs a hand through his hair. 

“Thought you liked a bit of banter.”

“I like a kick or two,” He leans over and pulls your shoulders to level on the bed and your eyes to meet his own. “But not at eight in the fucking morning.”

“Neither do I,” You reach up, pulling his face in for a kiss.

He gives in almost immediately, setting a knee on either side of your legs and scooping his arms underneath your body to pull you up.

“Nuh uh,” you pull away and unwrap his arms, flopping back onto the bed. “Sleepy. Time to sleep.”

“You can't leave me hanging like that!”

You yawn, pulling the covers up to your chin again. “I can and I did.”

For a second, a naive, small second, you think he’s going to leave you be. Your brain relaxes, you feel yourself on the precipice of sleep, the hypnotic, rich swirl of unconsciousness sucking you deeper into its whirlpool. But then you feel the covers lift, and Marc’s— frighteningly cold— fingers are dancing along your sides to a tune you illustrate with laughs. You slap his hands away, reaching out towards the lure of sleep that now sneaks away to taint another victim.

“You ready to get out of bed now, sweets?”

You groan, turning to face him in defeat. “You fucker.”

He throws his arms mockingly. “What’d I do?”

“You manipulated me! I hate you.”

“I did no such thing. What are these accusations?”

“You knew I would get worked up,” you sit up in the bed now, and Marc shrinks ever so slightly under the weight of your deadly stare. “You knew that would wake me up.”

“Hey, let’s calm down–”

“You knew that if you pushed the right buttons, you would get what you wanted.”

Marc’s face is ghastly, and he looks two steps away from summoning his suit and flying away.

“I warned you earlier about this, Marc, were you listening?”

He nods frantically. “Of course–”

“I’m a menace when I get woken up early.” You launch off the bed, and you might as well be Moon Knight yourself with your accuracy.

The takeaway from this event? For Marc, it’s to never try waking you up before you’ve recharged fully, or to have some coffee made ahead of when he was to attempt it. For you, though?

It’s that Marc shrieks like a little girl. 

translations (HELP I FORGOT):

es tan temprano para esta mierda - it’s too early for this shit

puta - bitch

i felt very fancy using these

[fairlyang]

Appreciate 🕷️

caught masturbating while babysitting

w/c: 5.1K

pairing: dilfneighbor!miguel x latinababysitter!reader

tags: 18+ smut. slow burn oops, age gap (not specified but reader is early 20's, mig early 30's, dirty thoughts ensue, caught masturbating, he helps you out, fingering, staying quiet

notes: the getting caught fucking KILLED me rn while editing I cannot😭

Miguel O'Hara was one of your neighbors and your parents quickly got a liking to the single father across the street. He was very laidback and kind, accommodating with all the neighbors for literally anything.

So considering that when Miguel would say he never had time for himself due to always taking care of his daughter, Gabriella, your dad told him you'd be happy to babysit for him while he took him out to get a couple drinks with a few of the other dads in the neighborhood.

But of course you had no fucking clue this conversation was even had until the day your dad promised him some drinks.

"Oye mija le prometí a Miguel que ibas a quedar a su hija para sacarlo a tomarnos unos tragos." He tells you standing by your doorway while you sat on your bed and then just walks away. (Hey honey I promised Miguel that you were going to take care of his daughter so we could take him out to have a couple drinks)

"Porque hiciste eso?!!?!" You yelled and quickly hopped out of bed and ran after him beyond pissed. (Why did you do that?!!?!)

"Si apenas me estaba alistando para salir con mis amigas no chingues!!!!" You screamed following down the stairs in your heels that clicked on every step. (I was just getting ready to go hang out with my friends. it's a phrase that can be used for shock or when shit goes wrong)

"Pues dile a Miguel que se canceló el plan entonces." He says so confident you wouldn't do it until you walk past him and heading straight to the front door. (Then go tell Miguel that the plans are canceled)

"AY OKAY! Que quieres?" He says and rolls his eyes as you turn around to face him. (What do you want?)

"Me debes un enorme favor. Lo que sea cuando te lo pida." You say and point a finger at him, just to show you really mean it. (You owe me enormous favor. Whatever it is, whenever I ask you of it)

"Ya que-" (ugh whatever- or like 'since I have no other choice')

"Tu mismo te hiciste esto." You quickly cut him off and he only groans. (You only did this to yourself)

"Pues deja me pongo cómoda. Ya que no tengo otra opci��n." You say and glare at him to which he only gives you a goofy smile. (Let me get comfortable. Now that I don't have another option)

You reluctantly went upstairs, annoyed that this was how your Friday night was gonna go over going clubbing with your friends.

But shit happens, what can you really do?

You go back to your room and take off your perfectly chosen red mini dress and put the sweats you were wearing earlier back on. You then grab a tee shirt that had hello kitty on it with some sunglasses, hoping to get some brownie points by the little girl at least.

You then slip on a pair of purple crocs and you're done. Until you realized you had already put your makeup on so now you have to take it off.

What a waste.

You grab a makeup wipe that you had on your desk and wipe off your eye makeup, then everything else only leaving your lips alone.

Then grabbing your phone off your bed, sending a quick text to your friends that you can't make it and you head back downstairs. "Vámonos." Your dad says and snaps his finger as if he has any room to complain. (Let's go.)

He opened the front door and you walked out right behind him as you mumble how annoying he was to which he told you to just calm down and it wouldn't be that bad.

You walked across the street and stepped up to his front door, your dad ringing the doorbell to which you then hear loud footsteps coming from inside.

Then the door opens by none other than the very energetic 8 year old. This was going to be a long night...

You smile down at her and give her a wave which she returns and gives you a toothy grin of her own. "Gabi donde está tu papá?" You asked and she just pointed up. (where's your dad?)

"Se está poniendo sus tenis! Dijo voy a jugar con alguien nueva." She says and goes back inside letting out giggles as she walks to the living room. (He's putting on his shoes! He said I get to play with someone new)

You follow her in and see coloring books, crayons, colored pencils and markers all over the coffee table in front of the tv. "Te gusta colorear?" She asked as she takes a seat behind the table as you make your way around the couch to sit on the floor with her. (Do you like to color?)

"Si me encanta!" You say and her eyes lit up. (Yes I love it!)

Suddenly you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and straighten up as Miguel comes down giving you a bright smile.

And lord did he clean up nice.

He was wearing a black button up with some jeans and black boots, and his hair slicked back. You gave him a smile as he walked over to you and Gabi, who was also shining her big smile. "Papi también le gusta colorear!!" She says jumping up onto the couch and grinning ear to ear. (she also likes to color!!)

He gasps and tickles her sides making her erupt into fits of giggles, "de verdad?" He says and turns to you, to which you give a small shrug and just smile. (really?)

He stops tickling her and she hops off the couch just to sit back down on the floor. You turn to him and he walks around the couch leaning down, and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek to which you return at the same time.

"Thank you so much for this, I really appreciate it." He says and you pull back, waving him off before he continues, "Gabi's on a little sugar rush right now but she'll be calm within the next hour and will want to go to bed right after. She's a very deep sleeper so feel free to use the tv and help yourself to any of the food."

You nod and watch as he bends over and whispers something to her ear to which Gabi nods and gives him a thumbs up. He gets up and mouthed another thank you then walks out the front door.

Maybe this won't be too bad.

And it wasn't.

You ended up coloring two pages of a finding nemo coloring book while she was coloring on a spongebob coloring book. And surprisingly stayed in the lines.

After that she wanted you to play with her dolls to which you felt happy to, it was like reliving your childhood and she was such a sweet kid.

You noticed it was 8pm and helped Gabi put away all her coloring things and let her lead you to her bedroom.

She runs in as you carry her art supplies and she points to a desk for you to leave them on.

You walk over to her dresser where Miguel left a pair of pjs for her to put on and help her take off shoes as well as her glittery shirt and pants.

She then puts on her pjs and goes off to brush her teeth all by herself. Made your job even easier.

She runs back in after a few minutes and plops down onto her bed, "can you tuck me in? Porfis?" She asks and give little puppy dog eyes. (Please)

"Of course." You nod and walk over to her princess bed.

"Como un burrito!" She giggles making you laugh. (Like a burrito!)

So you pull her blanket over her body and let her lift her arms before tucking her in tightly which just made the little girl giggle. You go down and tuck her nicely tight before coming up and passing her the stuffed animal she was reaching for.

A spider.

Weird option but it had cute eyes.

"Goodnight Gabi, sueña de cosas bonitas." You whisper and smile at her as she gives you one back. (dream of pretty things)

You turn off her lamp from her bedside table, then walk towards her door, turning the light switch off before finally closing the door.

You head downstairs, turning off all the lights, and plop down on one of the couches in the living room. You scroll on your phone but then quickly grow bored so you reach over the coffee table and grab the remote control.

You turn the tv on and go through the apps they had and decide to watch 'A Nightmare on Elm Street'. You kick your crocs off then make yourself comfortable before turning to watch the tv.

You got to watch the first scene before your eyes started fluttering and you pass out.

You don't wake up until you hear the jingle of the door and you jump up, wiping your eyes and sitting up to watch Miguel come through the door, surprisingly not shit faced.

You stood up and greeted him with a hug, then a kiss on the cheek as he gives you one back. "Como les fue?" You ask and he shrugs. (How'd it go?)

You then pull away and take quick notice of the lipstick stains along his neck. You look back up at him and he smiles, "estuvo bien." (It was good)

Sure looks like it.

You shrug and smile, "que bien! If you need me to babysit just let my parents know and hopefully I'll be available." You offer and he sighs. (That's good!)

"I really appreciate it," he starts and takes his wallet out which you look at with a confused look, "me vale que era un favor, no me siento bien en no pagarte un poco." (I don't care that it was a favor, I feel bad in not paying you a little bit)

"Y más porque tu papá me dijo que tu ya tenías planes y ni sabías de esto." He says with a sympathetic smile while handing you a $50 bill. (And more because your dad told me that you had plans and didn't even know about this)

You widen your eyes and shake your head, "no te preocupes! Está bien y Gabi se porto bien! No me tienes que pagar Miguel." You say and wave him off. (Don't worry about it! It's okay and Gabi behaved well! You don't have to pay me.)

"Por favor tómalo, me siento mal. Agarra el dinero para que tomes con tus amigas, yo picho." He says, letting out a chuckle at the last two words and you sigh. (Please take it, I feel bad. Grab the money so you can drink with your friends, I'll pay."

His eyes were pleading and it looked like he felt bad but it wasn't even his fault. If anything your dad should be the one paying.

"Si no para la próxima le digo a Gabi que lo esconda en tu ropa." He threatens making you burst out laughing. (If not for the next time I'll tell Gabi to hide it in your clothes)

"Creo que quiero ver eso..." you joke and he laughs. (I think I wanna see that)

"Mis papas me matarán si lo tomo Miguel. De verdad estás bien!" You reassure him and he sighs. (My parents will kill me if I take it Miguel. Seriously you're fine!)

"Eres bien terca." He mutters and you scoff. (You're very stubborn)

A smirk tugs on his lips and you had to fight the thoughts entering your mind. Sure he was fine as hell, you already knew that but you shouldn't be thinking this mid conversation.

"Maybe next time I'll accept it!" You say and shrug as he slides the bill back in his wallet.

"Fine." He sighs in defeat and tilts his head to the side, "but I'll still make Gabi hide it in your clothes just for good measure." He jokes making you smile.

"Yeah yeah." You wave him off and walk past him to the front door.

"Thank you again, I appreciate it." He says turning to face you and opens the door for you.

"Course! Anytime, and now I'll actually know about it." You joke making him roll his eyes.

"Tu papá es algo más." He says and you nod. (Your dad is something else)

"Lo se." You mutter and finally walk out before you waste anymore of his time. (I know)

"Cuidate!" He shouts as you walk out of his porch and onto the sidewalk. (Stay safe!)

You turn back to him and wave before turning back and crossing the street back to your house. You open the door assuming your dad didn't lock it and sure enough it was open.

As you stepped in and closed the door you noticed Miguel was still outside his door, making sure you did stay safe.

So sweet.

You give him one last wave before closing the door and immediately head to your room.

You open the door and quickly close it before taking off your crocs once again and plopping down onto your bed.

And now finally your thoughts could roam free.

His hair was slicked back before he left the house, right now that shit was all over the place.

And the lipstick stains on his neck??

He definitely got his own fun tonight but you couldn't help but feel so jealous.

It's not your fault if you occasionally had a wandering eye whenever Miguel was around.

Or peeking out through your bedroom window to watch him when he mowed the lawn. Shirtless.

Or stare at him longer than you should at random carne asadas the neighbors would host.

It was natural for a young woman to feel attraction towards an older man like him.

Especially with daddy issues but that's besides the point-

He stood out from the other dads in the neighborhood, he was younger. Respectful, kind, helpful.

Everything a woman could ever ask for.

So you couldn't help but instantly felt a twinge of jealousy when you saw the lipstick stains on his neck.

Why couldn't that be you that left them?

At least now you know he looked really good in red..

But at what cost? Feeling your entire being now getting taken over by jealousy of a man you have no right to and probably stand no chance in ever having?

Or touching...

And there came the horny thoughts that always seemed to appear in the back of your mind. He always just did something to you. Your body couldn't help but want him, crave him, his touch.

So you repeated the endless cycle of anytime you see him just having to masturbate. It was becoming a bad habit, but not hurting anyone.

——————

Alas you had to use your own fingers to make you cum and not Miguel's. Again.

But you moved on and let the next day pass. Nothing eventful happened, and there were no Miguel sightings to be found.

That was until you got a text from an unknown number and low and behold it was the man you were daydreaming about all day.

Unknown number

Hey it's Miguel! I asked your dad for your number, hope that's fine but was wondering if you could babysit for me tmrw?

Got scheduled for a late shift at the lab and don't want Gabi home alone🥲

It was embarrassing how quickly you started typing your response but how could you say no?

You're good!! And I'd love to! What time?

No way he could sense your desperation to see him again through text. Right?

You added him to your contacts before he finally texts back.

Miguel💞

Around 6, getting out at midnight so please let me pay you this time

You sigh and quickly type back.

Alrightttt

And sounds good I'll be seeing you guys tmrw:)

And with that no more messages from him came in but he left a like to your second message.

And the rest of your night was uneventful besides the occasional wet dream filling your mind and distracting you.

——————

It was the next day and you were practically counting down the hours until you had to go babysit.

Given you wouldn't even see Miguel for too long before or after but still. You'd have to make do with the amount of time you will see him.

But because you knew you'd just be playing or coloring with Gabi again, you decided to just dress comfortably over trying to impress Miguel for less than five minutes.

So sweats and a tee shirt again but no bra because who the fuck wants to willingly wear a bra for six hours?

Yeah right.

Now all dressed you grabbed your airpods and phone, slipped your crocs on and went downstairs. Saying a quick goodbye to your parents before exiting your house and trying not to skip on over to Miguel's house.

It was 5:45 but you figured you'd get there early just cause, definitely not to possibly spend a little more time with him.

Definitely not.

You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Instantly the door flew open and Gabi opened the door wide so you could come in.

You ruffle her hair as she grins up at you, "cómo estás Gabi?" (How are you?)

"Bien! Apenas comí pozole!" She says as you walk in and she happily closes the door behind you. (Good! I just ate pozole!)

You gasp and were about to respond when Miguel came down. "The pot is still warm si te quieres servir un plato." He says giving you a quick hug and kiss on your cheek. (if you want a plate)

"Might just have to." You reply giving him a smile once he pulled away.

He was wearing a white lab coat, maybe a white button up and you didn't want to look down to see the rest.

His hair was slicked back again but the best part was that he was wearing thick black glasses. It made him look 100x more attractive but you remained calm.

No way to act like a barbarian right now.

Maybe later.

"Okay have her in bed by seven because she's got school tomorrow and no sweets besides pan dulce with a glass of milk." He says and you chuckle as Gabi storms up to him with a pout on her face.

But he didn't budge.

"Tv and fridge are all yours. Make yourself at home and I'll be back by midnight." He tells you then looks down at Gabi.

"Pórtate bien." He says, leaning down and giving her a kiss on her forehead and a hug. (Behave)

"Ya se papi, ya se." She says and playfully rolls her eyes. (I know dad, I know)

He gives her a warning look before blowing her a kiss as he walks to the front door. He gives her one last look and she just waves him goodbye. He chuckles and opens the door then shuts it behind him.

"Can we watch Bluey?" She looks up at you with pleading little eyes and you nod as she sprints to the living room without another word.

So you end up watching Bluey with Gabi for a good nine episodes before you were slowly losing yourself into this little kids show. The little accents and cute storylines just got to your heartstrings.

And with fifteen minutes left to spare, you wait until the episode Gabi was watching was over before hitting the back button leading you back to the disney+ home screen.

Gabi whined and you shook your head, "no more, you've gotta get ready for bed!"

She groans but nonetheless heads upstairs with you trailing behind her. She gets dressed into her pjs then heads straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She's literally an angel.

No way Miguel would have a hard time finding a sitter for her. She's every babysitter's dream. Besides the occasional sarcasm she got from her dad.

But nonetheless still an angel.

Finally she's in bed and you're tucking her in, once again passing her the stuffed spider, who you learned she named Gabri, after her favorite uncle.

You then shut off the lights and walk out of her room, closing the door gently.

You walk back downstairs turning off the lights before heading to the living room. You plop down on the couch and get comfortable, this time putting on a blanket that was on the armrest because it was getting cold.

You play a random movie, snuggling the blanket to your face to warm yourself up when you realize it smells like Miguel.

Maybe he was sitting there earlier?

You breathed in and breathed out, feeling so relaxed. Your eyes start fluttering and it's the second time you pass out at Miguel's place. 

You get woken up by screams coming from the tv, probably wasn't the best to play a scary movie but oh well.

You stretched and let out a yawn before switching positions and laying down so your legs were stretched out over the whole couch. You laid your head on the arm rest and wiped your eyes before taking your phone and airpods from your pocket.

You put them both in your ears before just scrolling through your phone. You move the blanket so it was mostly by your chest and stomach, exposing your legs because you weren't cold but still wanted it on you.

Just then you inhale his scent again and he must've been wearing something expensive because it smelled so good.

You then got the absolute best idea imaginable. And with Miguel being away for another two hours along with Gabi sleeping and probably snoring heavily in her room, you would be good.

So you put some music on, a mix of The Weeknd and Lana Del Rey to get you in the perfect mood. But as you closed your eyes your imagination immediately ran wild and there was no stopping you.

You spread your legs and slowly ran a hand over your body, playing with your tits then softly pinching your hardened nipples. Then trailing it up and down your stomach before it lands on the waistband of your sweats.

You slipped your hand in and began by just tracing along your inner thigh, then went deeper. You led two fingers down to rub your clit, only a couple circles before going down and rubbing your slit over your panties.

Your arousal was already building up, and this blanket was helping a ton. You just imagined Miguel on top of you, not caring if he crushed you, just craving him above you. The way he'd be looking down at your eyes while he toyed with you. Had his way with you.

You needed him so desperately, his touch, his mouth, his fingers. Absolutely everything and anything he'd give you.

Your fingers made their way back up to your clit and you started rubbing faster circles against it while bucking your hips up, imagining it's Miguel's fingers.

A moan slipped past your lips and you tried your best to keep quiet as your fingers worked fairly against your bundle of nerves.

"Miguel-" you whispered before letting out a shaky breath as you held onto the blanket tightly with your left arm.

Just the thought of this big, smoking hot dilf climbing on top of you was almost enough to make you explode.

Fortunately your thoughts went broader than that.

Not only is he tall, and big but his cock would most definitely be the best thing you'd ever lay your eyes on. He'd be really thick and you'd probably struggle keeping him inside you.

He'd stretch you out to absolute perfection and you'd tighten around him so good he's be moaning out your name from how good your pussy feels.

You felt your slick seep through your panties and it only made you more relentless. You slipped your hand under your panties, and brought your two fingers to tease your hole.

You'd need the practice.

You dipped your fingers into your folds, just letting your fingers get soaked before finally slipping them both in making you whine.

You bite your lip to shut yourself up before slipping them in harshly, imagine that's how Miguel would fuck you. You feel yourself clench against your fingers as you start to fuck yourself immediately fast, needing him so fucking badly.

His cock would fill you up so good and you wouldn't mind if he came inside. You wouldn't want him to waste any of it.

You cover your mouth with the blanket let yourself moan into it, as you breathe him in with every inhale. You let out mumbled moans of just his name, as you start to fuck yourself harder, your immersion working better than ever tonight.

And it might've manifested into itself when you felt a gently tap on your shoulder which made you open your eyes, and freeze in fear.

It was Miguel.

"W-w-what are you d-doing back so e-early?!?" You ask as you felt your heartbeat increase rapidly.

But you couldn't seem to slip your fingers out. Unable to move and staring blankly ahead and not to your right as Miguel's body loomed over you.

"Finished what we needed to do faster than expected." He says and you could feel his gaze on you. It was hard to miss.

And you were growing more and more nervous by the second. "And this is what you're doing huh?" He whispers and it doesn't help your nerves at all but does make you clench against your fingers.

"I-I- I'm sorry-" you apologize feeling your body flush with embarrassment but get interrupted.

"A good hour before I was meant to come home too. Que pensaste?" He snarls and you hold your breath. (what were you thinking?)

Shit.

"Aww and gripping this poor blanket for dear life." He says in that teasing tone but you don't have it in you to look at him.

"No me lo esperaba de ti." He whispers and you take a deep breath. (I wasn't expecting this from you)

"P-perdón-" (S-sorry)

"Shh stay quiet..." he whispers and see him going down to his knees out of your peripheral.

"Let me appreciate you in some other way for what you've done for me tonight." He murmurs softly in your ear.

He then brings a hand down between your legs, before placing his hand on top of yours, fingers still buried inside you. Your lip was quivering and you couldn't believe this was happening.

And you're not dreaming.

He then pulls it away only to slip it under your sweats then panties before sliding his fingers between your folds. You whimpered and bucked your hips up, always a needy mess.

"What did I stay? Stay quiet." He coos in your ear, bringing his other hand up to your throat, lightly squeezing.

You finally turn your head to look at him only to smile at him before he leans in to kiss you. You kissed back immediately and he lets go of your throat and instead cups your jaw as you moan into his mouth. He pulls away making you pout, "No hagas que me repita nena." He whispers and you nod. (Don't make me repeat myself baby girl)

"Take your fingers out for me." He whispers and you nod, immediately listening.

You slip your fingers out and take them out between your legs. "Good girl." He murmurs and move his fingers down, teasing your hole with the tip of his finger.

"Miguel- fuck-" you moan then cover your mouth with the blanket again.

"Need more?" He coos and you whimper, nodding.

"Tell me." He whispers and you move your hand away.

"Please- I need you so fucking badly- por favor, te necesito- mmm te necesito tanto Miguel." You plead and he slides his fingers inside you. (Please I need you, I need you so much)

"Feel good huh baby?" He asks and you nod, unable to speak as his fingers start pumping into you fast.

You clamp a hand over your already covered mouth and try your hardest to keep quiet but his fingers filled you up. Two fingers, were able to feel fulfilling inside you.

"Estas tan hermosa mami." He whispers in your ear and you let out a muffled whimper, your walls clenching against his fingers. (You're so beautiful)

He left gentle kisses along your jaw, and neck while pumping his fingers faster and harder. You rolled your eyes back as you kept quiet, or tried to.

You bucked your hips up and tilted your head to the side as Miguel began sucking on your skin, leaving marks then kissing them after. Your walls clenched against your fingers and you could feel that familiarity in your lower abdomen.

"Te vas a quedar bien calladita para mi verdad?" He whispers making you gasp and nod. (You're gonna stay real quiet for me right?)

He starts fucking into you harder and curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet spot of yours with every thrust as you feel your legs begin to shake. Your eyes began to flutter and you tried to keep your eyes open, you wanted to how he'd react to you cumming.

You then feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against your clit which only makes it harder for you to stay quiet. You bit your lips and held all your moans in as your climax hit and your entire body starts to shake. You covered your mouth and breathed heavily as he fucked you slower, moving his thumb away.

You close your eyes and let out heavy pants as he stops and lets his fingers stay inside. "You did so good baby... how's that instead of money?" He whispered and you just gave him a drunken smile unable to have any thoughts.

"Still gonna leave you with both." He coos and kisses your cheek softly.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, then slips them out your juices dripping down and definitely staining your poor panties even more.

He slips his fingers out of your panties and sweats and then brings them up to your mouth which you instantly put into your mouth. You tasted yourself as your eyes fluttered and your breathing finally had calmed down.

You then let go of his fingers with a plop and he leans in, kissing you again but passionately. Tongue in your mouth, also wanting to have a taste of you. After a solid fifteen seconds he pulls away and murmurs, "Thank you for babysitting again. If you want you can stay the night, te ves muy cansada... pobrecita." (you look so tired, poor girl)

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

No. 27 | "Don't cry, I hate it when you cry." PG6

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After yet another long day of work, you walk back through your apartment door and put your bag and coat on the hanger, tiredly wandering into the dining room and rubbing your eyes. You get the fright of your life, your boyfriend sitting at the table with a giant grin. After you calm down from the scare, you laugh slightly.

“Dios mío, Pablo. Some warning would’ve been nice.” He stands up and comes towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Lo siento (i’m sorry), I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you definitely nailed the ‘surprise’ bit.” you chuckle, laying your head on his chest. “I cooked for you. Your favourite.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? Why?” “Why not?” he shrugs, “You’re my girlfriend, I love you, I wasn’t busy, and I assumed you would’ve had a long day, so I did something nice.” You smile slightly, “Of course you did. You’re too good to me.” “Just as good as you deserve. Now, sit.” he pulls out your chair for you and more or less forces you down into it.

A plate of (your favourite food) is put in front of you, and you grin up at Pablo. “Gracias, mi alma (thank you, my soul).” “De nada (you’re welcome).” “So how was training today?” you ask, looking at him as you both begin to eat. “Good, I think we’ll play well in the game on Wednesday. Speaking of, are you gonna be able to come?” “I wish, and I hope so, but I’d have to ask my boss to finish an hour early. And when she’s the one approving it, there’s a very small chance it’ll actually happen. But if I can’t be there in person, I’ll be secretly checking the score on my phone under my desk.” you smile weakly, you really are sick of your nightmare of a boss. Pablo frowns. “How come everyone else’s leave always gets approved, but never yours? How come she always gives you more work than everyone else? Does she not like you or something?” You sigh and shrug, “Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. It sure seems like she doesn’t like me, but I have no idea why. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything wrong or made a mistake around her.” Pablo’s frown only grows. “I don’t understand why you even still work there, why can’t you just find another job? Hell, why can’t you just quit? I’ve told you before, I make more money than I know what to do with, it would literally be no problem if you stopped working, let me support you, and moved into my apartment with me.”

“Because I’d feel bad.” “Well, that’s stupid. Why?” “Just because. You don’t need to be paying for all my shit on top of all yours.” Pablo rolls his eyes. “You aren't a particularly expensive person, Y/N. You rarely even let me buy you anything. You insist on paying for your portion of meals and always buy me far too much for Christmas and my birthday, etc.” “Yes, because I’m your girlfriend, not your financial burden.” “Spoiling the love of my life every once and a while is hardly a ‘financial burden.’ You’re being ridiculous.” “I don’t want to argue with you, long story short, the answer is no. It’s just one annoying boss, nothing I can’t handle. And I’m fine with working.” Pablo scoffs and the room is silent for a few moments. “Look, I only suggest it because I love you, okay? I want you to just be able to come to my games, home or away, and not have to know about it 2 weeks before so you can apply for leave, only for it to be denied by that demon of a boss you have. I hate that you’re always exhausted on all our dates because you’ve had a long week, that you fall asleep so early that we never have time to do anything… fun… at night anymore. I just want you to be free and happy. Por favor? Para mi? (please? for me?)”

You look at him for a moment before looking down at your plate again. “I’ll think about it.”

Pablo grinned again, he knew that was more a less an ‘Okay, fine, you win.’

“Gracias. Te amo, mi vida (thanks. i love you, my life).”

Later that night, you guys were cuddled up on your couch, Pablo was watching the movie that was on the TV screen, and you were on your phone. Finally, he looked down. “What are you doing?” he asks curiously. You look up at him and grin. “Sending in my resignation notice.” His eyes go wide and he sits upright, “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” “Oh my god!” he breaks out into yet another grin, pulling you into a proper hug. “Thank you, thank you so much,” he whispers into the skin of your neck. “Why are you thanking me? It should be the other way around, you’re the one who’s basically retiring me early.” you smile, and Pablo chuckles lightly. Eventually, Pablo calms down from his excitement a little and watches over your shoulder as you finish typing out the email. “I can’t believe I’m seriously about to do this.” you say quietly, your finger hovering over the ‘Send’ button. “Neither, but I promise, you won’t regret it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. A few moments go by, and you still don’t press the button. “Are you gonna send it, or what?” “Pablo, I’m scared,” you whisper, looking up at him, and he can see the worry and uncertainty in your eyes. His expression and tone soften, “Why?” “I don’t know… I just am.” “You don’t have to do this right now, you know?” “I know, but I want to.” “Then send it.” “I can’t.” “Well, that’s kinda stupid.” You thrust the phone into his hand. “You do it.” “You’re sure?” You nod. Pablo hits send, and just like that, you’ve quit your job. You stare at the ‘Sent’ message for a moment before bursting into tears, burying your face into Pablo’s chest. He shushes you gently, rubbing your back and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, before eventually pulling your head away so he can look into your eyes. “Don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. What’s wrong?” he asks gently. “I- I’m just so happy. Thank you, Pablo. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” you sniff, speaking shakily through the tears. “Anything for you, mi niña preciosa (my precious girl).” he murmurs.

“I love you.” “I love you too, más que nada (more than anything).”

[chrisevansonly]

𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

✯charles leclerc x latin!female reader

✯when charles wants to learn some more spanish, he knows he has the best teacher around

✯no warnings v fluffy:)

✯this was requested!! it’s a little short but i hope i did it justice! i cannot speak much spanish, i only really speak english, italian and french so this will probably mostly be written using a translator😅🫶🏻

You looked at Charles, almost wanting to giggle at how sweet he looked, mere moments before this he’d come over asking you if you’d help him with with Spanish. You’d moved to Monaco from Colombia almost 6 years ago, your father expanding his business to the rich and wealthy of Monte Carlo. Of course being a motor sports fan you attended the grand prix in the city a few times, which is where you met Charles almost 2 years ago now.

“You want me to teach you spanish mi alma?”

Charles simply nodded

“What, Carlos can’t teach you?”

“I mean he does, but I’d rather learn from you…”

You couldn’t lie hearing him admit that made your cheeks flush, after thinking about it you nodded, patting the spot on the sofa beside you

“Well you know some at this point, I’m not sure what you want me to teach you”

Charles thought about what exactly he wanted to learn before smiling

“Maybe something about racing, about the cars and you know..”

Now that made you laugh but you obliged

“okay so, el coche se sintió bien hoy, that means that the car felt good”

Charles nodded

“El coche de sintió bien hoy”

You smiled

“You can use that in an interview if you want, something else you can say is estoy orgulloso de correr para Ferrari”

“So something something Ferrari?”

Laughing you hit him gently, knowing he didn’t let you translate first

“It means I am proud to race for Ferrari”

Charles smiled before repeating that back to you once again, his eyes watching yours carefully and meticulously so he wouldn’t miss any tricky words. In reality part of the reason he asked you to help him touch up on his Spanish was because he loved listening to you in your native tongue. He found the language intoxication when you spoke, yet he still struggled if you and Carlos got into heavy conversation: conversation he wished he could be apart of.

“Te amo mi corazón” (i love you my heart)

Smiling you leaned forward to gently hold Charles’s face, pressing your lips to his

“Te amo mucho mi amor, para siempre” (i love you so much my love, forever)

Pressing a kiss to your lips again Charles couldn’t help but smile, you were truly his everything, even if he couldn’t keep up with your language all the time, he made damn sure to make the best effort and get lessons from you.

“You know I might start charging you for Spanish lessons baby…you never know”

Charles laughed, his eyes squinting like they usually did when he smiled or laughed, one of your favourite things about him.

“What my love for you is not payment enough?”

You paused pretending to think about it as Charles placed a hand on his heart

“Chérie tu ma blessé!” (darling, you hurt me) F

If there was one thing you loved about Char it was how dramatic that boy could be, but it didn’t stop you from placing kisses across his face, getting him to smile once again, even if it was his plan all along

“Oh my poor Charlie, how will you ever survive”

“Un beso per favor…?” (a kiss please?)

Smiling you cupped his cheek gently, his eyes watching you intently

“Cómo podría decirte que no.” (how could i ever say no to you)

Happy when your lips met his, Charles knew right then and there you’d be the only person to ever teach him Spanish again.

Especially if he got to request a little extra loving from his favourite girl in the world.

[barcameowski]

gavi x argentinian singer reader ?

also can the face claim be tini? graciasss

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐎 ⁻ gavi - - - - - -

pairing: gavi x singer!argentinian!reader (established relationship)

face claim: tini stoessel

warnings: cheating ( gavi )

a/n: I made this sad because I wanted to 🫶🏽 hope that’s okay

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[darin-nidk]

Baby fever. | Hazbin Hotel Character x Reader.

Idea. / Ch. 1: Introduction / Ch. 2.

"So cuuute! How old are they?", a cheerful voice asked and someone else chuckled in response. "They are four months old". The aww's and coo's made (Y/N) turn, spy at the pair with envious eyes before their gaze softened at the sight of such a small baby. So cute, they thought in agreement, I wanna be a parent too, spoil 'em rotten, squish their cheeks and give 'em lots of kisses.

Part of (Y/N) pondered if wanting a baby came from wanting to have a child to give them a better childhood than their own, or if they were truly starting that time of wanting a family they can call their very own. Either way, the sentiment and desire of becoming a parent was overwhelming at times, but the idea of giving birth... The pockets with no money for a surrogate, and the paperwork adopting meant as well as the years of waiting when they wanted to just hold their baby.

That's how (Y/N) pondered on making a deal with some unknown entity, someone in history ought to have done that at some point, right? Most likely. Maybe. Who was insane and desperate enough?

No, they rather not have someone answer because they knew that "insane and desperate enough" description was themselves in these moments. So... Yeah, being in a small rented cabin in the forest with questionable items (... at best, illegal at worst) set onto the ground before themselves along some pentagram drawn with chalk, it was a matter of fully going through with this — Hell wasn't exactly in need of sinners but God, they weren't about to steal a baby with hormones through the roof and hurt someone beyond repair.

Besides, they might lack patience but they weren't stupid enough not to draft a contract (were these okay? Or were they solely a deal in voice only? How did this work? Who could they even ask?!). (Y/N) just hoped, prayed, that whoever wanted their soul would be greedy enough to overlook a clause that chained the other part into parenthood.

Chanting the unknown words foreign to their mothertongue and feeling a major shift in the atmosphere, birds flying in sheer terror as the forest grew eerly quiet... Someone did appear before them.

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Y si hablas español, 'tonces no seas garca y dame $2 para honrar el billete que no esta en circulación y que ni siquiera es de colección a mi MP .

[yannar]

ligaya

pt. 2 pt. 1

filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader

note: 4 days of writing and thinking of what should happen lol. nakilig ako sa pag gawa neto so like I hope u guys get kilig din sooo (ay conyo pala to) also... SELOSO DAISUKE?? halaaaa

“ang tahimik mo, y/n,”

your best friend, said as she leaned against the desk beside yours during lunch break. her eyebrows were raised, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“may tinatago ka ba saken?”

you looked up from your notebook, confused. “ha? wala? why would there be?”

she smirked, tilting her head toward the door where daisuke had just walked past, carrying a basketball and grinning at his friends.

“hmm, wala lang. just wondering if it has anything to do with a certain someone who’s been glued to your side lately.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. “hays, don’t start. daisuke’s just… he’s just around a lot, that’s all.”

“just around, huh?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“because to me, it looks like he’s around you, specifically. like, a lot.”

“nakakainis sya, okay?” you said, slamming your notebook shut.

“he’s always bugging me, cracking stupid jokes, and acting like the world revolves around him. bat ko naman yun magiging crush??”

“mmm,” your friend hummed skeptically, resting her chin on her hand.

“it’s just funny how you’ve been smiling a lot more lately when he’s around. and don’t think i didn’t notice how you waited for him to walk home together yesterday.”

“i wasn’t waiting for him,” you insisted, your cheeks heating up.

“he just… he always shows up at the same time. it’s not like i’m gonna tell him to go away or something.”

“aminin mo na gusto mo sya.” your friend said with a grin, poking your arm.

“hinde ah!”

you snapped, shoving her hand away. “seryoso, tigilin mo na yan.”

she shrugged, still smirking. “whatever you say, y/n. but don’t come crying to me when you realize i’m right.”

“you’re not right,” you muttered, standing up to throw away your trash, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

over the next few weeks, daisuke continued to find his way into your daily routine. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you after class, and sometimes even show up outside your house to challenge you to a game of basketball—though you always lost, to his endless amusement.

“you’re improving, y/n,” daisuke teased one afternoon, tossing the ball back to you.

“but you still kinda suck.”

“shut up," you shot back, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

“i’m just… letting you win.” he laughed, that bright, carefree laugh that always managed to get under your skin.

“yeah, sure. whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. there was something about the way he looked at you, the way he treated you like you were the only person in the world when he was talking to you, that made your chest feel tight.

one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your friend’s words came back to haunt you. you so like him.

“mm, di naman.." you whispered to yourself, but the memory of daisuke’s grin, the sound of his laugh, and the way your heart raced whenever he was close made it hard to believe your own denial.

“wait.” you muttered, burying your face in your pillow.

“maybe i do like him.” you kept your feelings to yourself, confiding only in your friend, who reacted with a smug

“sabi ko na ga eh.”

“but you’re not gonna tell him?” she asked, leaning across the table during lunch.

“no way,” you said firmly.

“it’s not like he likes me back. malandi lang yun.”

mae raised an eyebrow. “uh, no? he’s not like that with everyone. just you.”

“whatever,” you said, brushing her off, though her words stayed with you.

the next time you and daisuke hung out, everything felt different. you couldn’t meet his eyes without feeling like he could see right through you, and every little thing he said or did seemed to make your heart race.

“okay ka lang?” daisuke asked one day after school as you walked home together.

“tahimik mo.”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said quickly, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground.

he stopped walking, grabbing your arm gently to make you look at him. “are you sure? you’re acting weird.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched.

“you’re just imagining things.”

“huh,” he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he let go of your arm.

“if you say so.”

you continued walking in silence, the tension between you almost unbearable. every time he looked at you, your cheeks burned, and you couldn’t stop wondering if he could tell how you felt.

later that night, as you replayed the day’s events in your mind, your friend’s voice echoed in your head again. just tell him already.

“no way,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your pillow tightly.

“i’m not ruining this.”

but deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe daisuke felt the same way.

the next few weeks turned into a full-blown show of daisuke’s affection. it seemed like he had one goal in mind: to make sure everyone in school—and especially you—knew how much he liked you.

it began subtly, or at least, as subtly as daisuke could manage. he started sitting with you and mae during lunch, his tray always loaded with food he claimed he couldn’t finish.

“y/n,” he’d say, sliding a cup of coffee or a bag of chips toward you.

“sayo na to.”

“bat mo pinapakain yung tira mo saken, daisuke??” you said the first few times, pushing the snacks back toward him.

“tira? binili ko to para sayo!” he’d insist, grinning as he shoved the food back in your direction.

eventually, you gave up fighting him, though you made sure to roll your eyes every time. your friend, meanwhile, watched the entire thing with a knowing smirk, her eyes darting between you and daisuke like she was watching a rom-com unfold in real life.

“he’s so obvious,” she whispered one day as daisuke laughed at one of his own bad jokes, clearly trying to impress you.

“he’s just being annoying,” you muttered, though the heat rising to your cheeks said otherwise.

“sure, y/n. keep telling yourself that.”

the real chaos began when daisuke decided to involve the entire basketball team in his efforts.

during a practice game, you and your friend had stopped by the gym to return a book one of your classmates had borrowed.

as you were walking past the court, daisuke spotted you.

“y/n!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the gym.

you froze, already dreading whatever was about to happen.

“this one’s for you!” he yelled before taking a shot from half-court. the ball swished perfectly through the net, and the gym erupted in cheers.

the team clapped him on the back as he jogged over to you, grinning like he’d just won a championship.

“ano yun?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“just showing off for my favorite girl,” he said, leaning in slightly.

you pushed his face away with your hand. “hay nako daisuke.”

“and you’re cute when you’re mad,” he teased, winking.

your friend, standing beside you, let out a low whistle. “he’s really laying it on thick, huh?”

“don’t encourage him,” you muttered, but your heart was beating just a little faster than usual.

another time, he took things to a whole new level.

you were walking home with mae when daisuke pulled up beside you on his bike.

“oh? ano nanaman?” you asked, stopping in your tracks.

“offering you a ride home,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“and i brought you this.”

"ano yan?”

you asked, staring at the stuffed bear he crafted made to look like you.

“ikaw. creative, diba?” he said, grinning.

“now hop on.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, but you climbed onto the back of his bike anyway. your friend gave you a pointed look before waving and walking off in the opposite direction.

“hold on tight,” daisuke said, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing smile.

“just don’t crash,” you replied, gripping the back of his shirt.

as he pedaled down the street, he started humming a cheesy love song, earning a groan from you. “stop that!”

“what? i’m setting the mood,” he said, laughing.

“kainis,” you said, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto your face.

as daisuke’s gestures grew more exaggerated, so did your classmates’ reactions. they cheered him on at every opportunity, shouting things like, “go, daisuke!” and “she’s totally falling for you!”

“they’re so embarrassing,” you said to your friend one day, watching as daisuke performed a dramatic bow after handing you yet another bouquet flower during lunch.

“they’re not wrong, though,” your friend said, smirking.

“shut up.” you said firmly, though the way your heart fluttered every time daisuke smiled at you suggested otherwise.

it wasn’t long before daisuke’s boldness reached its peak. "court. pagkatapos ng klase.”

he said one afternoon, casually leaning against your desk.

“why?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“you’ll see,” he said, winking before walking off.

against your better judgment, you showed up at the basketball court later that day. daisuke was already there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“ano to?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“just a little something to show you how much i like you,” he said, holding out the box.

inside was a necklace with a key charm on it.

“seriously?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

“you don’t like it?” he asked, feigning a pout.

"what's the heart necklace you're wearing?" you stared at the heart necklace he was wearing that had a keyhole in the middle."

"it's matching. kasi na sayo ang susi sa puso ko."

you blushed, completely ignoring what he said.

“i.. i guess it’s… nice." you admitted, slipping the necklace on.

“it looks perfect on you,” he said, his grin widening.

“you’re such a show-off,” you said, but your cheeks were burning.

“only for you,” he said, stepping closer. “so, am i winning you over yet?”

“don’t push your luck,” you said, but the smile on your face

told him everything he needed to know.

from then on, daisuke’s efforts became even more over-the-top. but no matter how much you rolled your eyes or scolded him, you couldn’t deny that his antics had started to grow on you. and judging by the way his grin widened every time he saw you, he knew it too.

the chaos started when a new transfer student arrived. he was tall, good-looking, mestizo, and immediately popular with your classmates. the guy had this smooth confidence that made everyone gravitate toward him, including you—at least, that’s how daisuke saw it. from day one, daisuke had his eye on him.

“who does this guy think he is?” he muttered to your friend during lunch, glaring at the new student as he laughed at something you said.

“ay, seloso ka pala?” she teased, nudging him.

“ako? seloso?” daisuke scoffed, though the way he was gripping his utensils showed otherwise.

it didn’t take long for the new guy to start getting a little too friendly with you. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you between classes, and even offer to carry your books. daisuke watched all of it with growing frustration.

one afternoon, as you were packing up your things, the new guy appeared at your desk.

“hey, y/n, wanna walk home together?” he asked, flashing you a charming smile.

“ah, uhm..” you hesitated, glancing over at daisuke, who was pretending not to listen but was very clearly eavesdropping.

“kasama nya ako.” daisuke cut in, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking up to you.

“i didn’t know we had plans,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“we do now,” daisuke said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

the new guy looked between the two of you, his smile faltering slightly. “well, maybe another time then.”

“yeah, maybe,” daisuke said, his tone sharp as he grabbed your arm and led you out of the classroom.

“what’s your problem?” you asked once you were outside.

“my problem? what’s his problem?” daisuke shot back.

“walking around like he owns the place, trying to steal my girl.”

your eyes widened. “your girl?”

“you know what i mean,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no, i don’t. care to explain?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“wag na nga,” he said quickly, avoiding your gaze.

you sighed but decided not to push him. “you’re so weird sometimes, daisuke.”

over the next few days, the rivalry between daisuke and the new guy only escalated. daisuke started showing up earlier to class just so he could sit next to you before the other guy had a chance. he started carrying your books, offering you snacks, and even walking you home every day, no matter how much you protested.

“you don’t have to do all this, you know,” you told him one

afternoon as he handed you a bag of your favorite chips.

“yes, i do,” he said firmly.

“why?”

“because he’s not gonna win,” daisuke said, his eyes serious.

“win what?” you asked, genuinely confused.

he didn’t answer, but the look on his face said it all.

things came to a head during a school event. there was a basketball game, and daisuke was playing. you were sitting in the stands with mae and the new guy, who had conveniently found a seat next to you.

“daisuke’s really good, huh?” the new guy said, leaning closer to you.

“yeah, he is,” you agreed, your eyes on daisuke as he dribbled down the court.

daisuke glanced up at the stands and immediately spotted the two of you. his jaw tightened, and his movements on the court became more aggressive. he stole the ball from an opponent, dribbled past two defenders, and scored a three-pointer, all while glaring at the new guy.

“he’s showing off,” your friend whispered, smirking.

“he always does that,” you said, though you couldn’t help but smile a little.

after the game, daisuke found you by the bleachers.

“enjoy the game?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours.

“yeah, you played great,” you said.

“thanks,”

he said, his lips curving into a grin. then he looked over at the new guy, who was standing a few feet away. “you heading home?”

“yeah, with—”

“she’s with me,” daisuke interrupted, grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“ha?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“tara na,” daisuke said, ignoring your glare as he started walking away.

“he’s unbelievable,” you muttered, following him.

as the weeks went on, daisuke’s gestures became even more exaggerated. he’d bring you flowers, carry your books, and even buy you snacks from the canteen, all in front of your classmates.

“he’s so dramatic,” you said to mae one day as daisuke handed you a rose during lunch.

“he’s cute, though,” your friend said, smirking.

“he’s annoying,” you muttered, though the small smile on your face said otherwise.

one afternoon, daisuke finally confronted you.

“y/n,” he said, stopping you in the hallway after class.

“what now?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“can we talk? alone?”

you hesitated but nodded, letting him lead you to an empty classroom.

“look,”

he said, running a hand through his hair. “i need to say something.”

“okay…”

“i like you,” he said, his voice steady. “i’ve liked you for a while now, and i’m not gonna let some random guy take you away from me.”

you stared at him, your heart pounding. “daisuke…”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “just… think about it, okay?”

before you could respond, he walked out, leaving you standing there with your thoughts in turmoil.

as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through your chest. he likes you too???? (malamang?? tf 💀)

[junabuggy]

Hiii! If you’re up for it, would you write an Angel Dust x platonic fem reader fic who has PTSD from SA, and she has a really scary encounter with Val that triggers her and Angel is super comforting? Sorry it’s super specific 😅

Platonic fem! Reader x Angel Dust

A/n: Of course !! Also super specific requests are fun to write so don’t be afraid to request them :)) I hope this was okay (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Mentions of porn, Sexual themes, Talk of PTSD, Valentino in general is a warning In of itself tbh

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst✔️ Smut❌

It was just like any other morning in the Hazbin Hotel, you woke up, got ready for the day ahead of you and then walked yourself down to the lobby to see all your friends.

You woke up a little later than everyone else did so when you got to the lobby, they seemed to be already doing one of Charlie’s little games. As per usual though with these games, no one was really paying attention to what was going on. Husk was too busy drinking, Niffty was running around and torturing bugs, Alastor was nowhere to be found and Angel Dust was on his phone.

He looked rather unimpressed as he scrolled through his phone, it vibrating every few seconds in his hand as he got notification after notification from none other than his boss, Valentino himself.

Once he got a call, he got up and took it. Charlie looking visibly upset once he had eventually told everyone he had to leave early for an “emergency shoot”

So you decided to be helpful and try to get Angel back to the hotel

“No, [name] seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go after him.” Vaggie said, attempting to encourage you not to go after Angel and you couldn’t quite understand why?

“Why? It’ll be fine! I’ll just pop in and pop out.” You said with a shrug, turning around and leaving the hotel before anyone could get another word in.

And so, you were off to Angels studio.

Once you got there, it didn’t take long for Angel to recognize your presence. His eyes widening and excusing himself from the set for a moment. Valentino didn’t exactly look too pleased by that, considering what happened last time.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?!” Angel Dust would whisper shout with a look of worry written all over his face as he approached you.

“I was just seeing if you were done… and if I could somehow convince your boss to let you off early if you weren’t?” You said back with an eyebrow raise, wondering what the big deal was.

He let out an incredulous titter, shaking his head no. “Toots, I’m not letting you anywhere near Val—”

Speak of the devil. Valentino cuts him off as he was now standing right in front of the two of them, not looking thrilled with your presence.

“And who might this be? Another one of your little friends, Angie?” Valentino would say condescendingly, making Angel glance away from him and at the ground beside him instead.

Another? What was up with everybody and not telling you things??

“Uhm.. I’m [name].” You introduced yourself as you glanced at the moth demon with a smile, a Cheshire worthy grin spreading across the demons face in return.

“Ahh sí? A beautiful name for para una mujer tan hermosa~” he said, taking your hand and licking up to your elbow, causing you to cringe slightly but you held it together for now…

Angel looked very uncomfortable, his eyes trained on you to makes sure nothing too crazy happened.

Of course, Valentino knew this.

“How would you like to watch? Maybe even join? Hm? I could make you a star muñeca..” He purred, raising a brow as he got uncomfortably close to you. This was starting to freak you out a little, as it would anybody. This guy was clearly a fucking creep.

You slowly shook your head no. “Nooo… thank you? Uh I can just sit and wait until he’s done.” You said, figuring it would be better to settle for that than to go further with this guy

“Perfect! From the top everybody!” He’d announce, turning his back to you and walking back to the set as he sat back down in his chair, making both you and Angel let out a sigh of relief as you both followed. You were a little shaken but you figured that was all the interaction you’d have with Angels boss for the day…

And oh, were you sorely mistaken. ⚠️ !! TW !! ⚠️

You sat down in an extra chair that Valentino had made his robot “Kitty” bring in for you to sit beside him on. you tried not to watch what Angel was doing on set as it felt weird to watch your friend suck some guys dick..

After a few minutes of scrolling on your phone, you felt a hand on your thigh.. slowly creeping upwards towards your skirt. Immediate warning bells went off in your head. Immediate flashbacks started happening.

You froze. Not knowing what to do but you knew damn well who was touching you. That fucker Valentino.

“What’s the matter, amor?” Valentino spoke with that shit eating grin on his face again, his head titling ever so slightly to the side as he glanced over at the feared expression on your face, pretending he had no idea what he was doing.

His hand slipped up to your panty line and that’s when you started to freak out, you stood up, looking quite startled. “Fuck off!” Was what came out of your mouth, causing an unamused expression to fall on Val’s face as he stood up again, practically towering over you…

That’s when Angel stepped in, immediately placing himself between you two, the porno he had been in the middle of shooting long forgotten.

“Val.” He said surprisingly firmly as he glared up at him before looking behind him at himself at you, and his expression softened as he sighed.

“Cmon, we’re goin’ home.” Angel said to you as he grabbed your hand with one of his, walking past Valentino.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch? You’re not done recording for the day” Valentino spat, a furious expression on his face and his words laced with venom.

Angel didn’t reply, walking out the doors with you as quickly as possible. He knew damn well he’d probably get punishment for this tomorrow but he couldn’t let whatever the fuck was going on between you and his boss go on any longer.

The walk back to the hotel was silent, you still trying to process everything that had just happened to you and shaking like a leaf as you gripped onto Angels hand.

Once you got back to the hotel Angel was quick to check up on you now.

“Hey baby, you okay? I… I’m sorry you had to deal with that, deal with.. him.” He’d say, worry written all over his face.

That’s when you started to tear up, crying and wrapping your arms around him.

He’d sigh once more and place a hand on the top of your head, his lower set of arms wrapping around you as he shushed you.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.. okay? I’m never gonna let anythin’ like that happen to ya again.” he promised soothingly, silently blaming himself for letting it happen in the first place. This could’ve been prevented.

After a while of Angel Dust cooing gentle words and letting you cry as he held you, you started to calm down, sobs turning to sniffles as he rubbed the top of your head.

“There.. better?” He asked softly as he looked down at you, giving you a smile when you met his gaze, your makeup running if you had any of it on and your cheeks tear stained, pleased when he got a little nod from you.

“Good. Now we should probably actually go inside the hotel because I’m sure we look stupid just standing out here.” He quipped, earning a soft chuckle from you as you released him from your hug, giving another nod.

So that’s what you did, the both of you went inside the hotel and you settled yourselves in his room for the night as you had a little movie marathon, Fat Nuggets joining in with you two <3

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[khattichinni]

His

Carlos Sainz x Indian actress reader

Social media AU

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Chile anyways so guys literally posting it one or so month then the promised time 😭 sorry.

Its my first smau like first time I ever did this so i hope you enjoyed if you have any requests or recommendations my requests are open feel free to ask ❤️

And also happy new year 💙💙

Bbye ~~

[spanishskulduggery]

are there phrases in spanish like 'whoever smelt it dealt it' or 'if you said the rhyme you did the crime'?

Follow-up question for you - do you mean rhyming phrases (because yes I know a few), or do you mean call and response type things (because I know they exist but I don't know many)

As for farts it's el que lo huele debajo lo tiene which is "he who smells it has it under them" literally

Followers if you have any rhymes or cutesy sayings to add please do

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As for rhyming things - and I don't know how regional any of these are:

Hola caracola [a greeting; lit. "hello, shell"]

Chao pescao [a goodbye; lit. "ciao, fish" - el pescado is "fish" like seafood or fish for eating, not el pez "a fish" as animal; but it's pescao or pesca'o where the D isn't fully pronounced; sometimes chao bacalao where el bacalao is "cod"]

¿Qué pasa, calabaza? = What's up? [lit. "what's happening, pumpkin?"]

Me piro, vampiro. = "See you later, alligator" [lit. "I'm going out, vampire"]

De nada, monada. = "You're welcome" [lit. "you're welcome cutie"... la monada can be "cutie" from mono/a, or it can be "silly" or "monkey-like" because also mono/a]

Te sales minerales. = "You're doing great", or "You did good" [lit. "it's coming up minerals" like in mining]

Caminando y meando (para no hacer charco). = "Let's keep it moving" [it literally is "walking and peeing to not make a puddle" but that's like "hey we can do multiple things at once, pick up the pace", but it's also a song lyric]

Calabaza calabaza cada quien a su casa. = "Time to go home everyone!" [sometimes it's cada uno a su casa or some variation; it's always casa at the end; it means "everybody go home now" but in a playful way... this is how you'd jokingly say "okay time to go home everybody" or "you don't have to go home but you can't stay here" at a party... literally "pumpkin pumpkin each one to their house"]

Colorín, colorado, este cuento ha acabado. = "That's all, folks", or "And they lived happily ever after." [it's a joking way to end a story or say something is over... literally it's "little red, red, this story is over"

There are also a few that are so very cultural I couldn't explain it all... like Superman chorizo y pan is just like a thing to say that sounds vaguely inspiring but is nonsense? It's not quite the same as perrito super gordito which is just a meme that's silly... but it's equally just silly and childish

[though chorizo and pan have some political significance where chorizo is slang for corruption and pan is slang for money, where chorizo was linked to thieves and political corruption, and pan is linked to money like "daily bread" or ganar pan is like "to earn a living", very much like "breadwinner" in English; that's just too much to hope someone would understand if they didn't just know it already so for your purposes it's a silly thing people say with Superman... unless it's politics and people are saying no hay pan para tanto chorizo "there's not enough bread for this chorizo" in which case they're saying politicians are taking our money - think the way English-speakers call useless spending "pork" in bills]

And call and response, very few.

Like I know ¿qué pasa, calabaza? is often followed up by Nada, limonada or Nada, nada, limonada which is just "nothing, lemonade"

I've heard a few from South America where it's like ¿Cómo andiamo? or ¿Cómo anda(s)? for "How's it going?" [and yes andiamo is Italian], and the response is con patas "with legs"

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And there are sometimes where someone will be cutesy and choose a word that's almost close to the word as a joke; like saying holanda "Holland / linen" instead of hola, or Graciela instead of gracias