#i just wish he spoke spanish sometimes

[stillaclownlol]

Wooooooo I need a distraction lol

Tyler hcs for my son

-if you ask what music he likes he'll say rock and rap, which is true, but he also likes bachata a lot even if he'd never admit it lmao. Good dancer, knows the merengue, used to dance with his mom a lot... :(

-Good cook but has literally never done it out of enjoyment so he wouldn't call it a hobby or anything, doesn't realize he can just cook for fun 💀

-hes pretty handy since they usually don't have enough money for a repairman, but he knows Taylor enjoys fixing stuff so he usually let's her do it

-fast walker and he really hates when people just freaking stand around in the hallways. Will walk in the middle of the street to pass you AND give you side eye while doing it

-sensitive stomach and gets motion sickness like that, he can't even go on the swings at the park 😭 (he just like me fr), kind of a picky eater, bit of a health nut.

-he hates studying but he has sports and a good memory so he's a pretty good student.

-besides baseball (woo venezuela), he's good at basketball. He used to be on the track team as well before the whole phantom dimension and he had to drop out cuz he kept passing out during the club meetings 🤡

-DESPISES bugs he hates them so much he is stomping on them and throwing books at them and screaming at Taylor to GET THE BUG SPRAY. Thinks mosquitoes are one of gods punishments. He will lose his shit if a roach starts flying

-whenever he looks at Aiden he thinks "este wey sta chiflado"

[bookwyrminspiration]

and also :0 what languages do you know?? wishing you luck in learning more of the/more languages!! may we become even more multilingual than before

I love talking about languages!! My dad and I are both huge language people

Quite obviously, I'm fluent in English. I have functional fluency in Spanish (took the official test for it, but my Spanish is by no means perfect) and a 2 year degree in Modern Languages with a concentration in Spanish. I can also passably communicate in ASL--I was literally one class away from finishing my ASL 2 year degree and then they cancelled the class, and am now unable to finish it. My ASL is also imperfect, but I can hold basic conversations and tell stories and such. I did also study french for 2 semesters (required for my Spanish degree), but I didn't retain like any of it.

I'd like to revisit French one day, and I'm interested in Nahuatl as well. And Persian, because I grew up Baha'i and surrounded by the language but picked up none of it. There's like a million languages I want to know I can't list them all. Slightly related, knowing morse code and braille would be lovely. I just think languages are so neat!!

here's to us becoming more and more multilingual than before!! I wish you luck with all your languages too <3

[didishawn]

Leganés (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: lots of spanish, whatever last night was, angst because of the team's results, comfort, really short because I have to get back into the grind

Masterlist

"Te juro que me parece de coña ya esto" you watched as you boyfriend stomped around the room, face flushed and anger in his tone as he spoke. (I swear this feels like some sick joke)

Another loss for Barcelona, more dropped points, only 1 game won out of the last five, the perfect October run so far away.

They were in good shape in the Champions, but what did it matter when it felt as if they were throwing away La Liga?

"Y es que encima parece que siempre me toca a mí hablar tras toda la mierda de los partidos, ¿no me pueden dejar llegar tranquilo a casa para llorar?' (To add to it, it seems it's always my turn to speak after these shitty matches. Can't they just let me peacefully come home to cry?)

You hated seeing him like this, he loves Barça and it breaks him whenever things go like this.

He could have been the best on the pitch, yet he always blames himself.

"Si es que soy inútil, ni un gol puedo meter para ayudar al equipo, ¿de que mierda me sirven todos los pases si no puedo encarar a portería?" (I'm useless, can't even score a goal to help the team, what are all those shitty passes for if I can't serve when facing the goalie?)

"Pepi, sabes que no es tu culpa. Hay veces que no se da y no por eso tenemos que perder la fé, todavia queda mucha liga por delante" (Pepi, you know its not you fault. Sometimes things just don't go your way but it doesn't mean we have to lose faith. There is still so much of the league to look forward to)

"Joder pero si es que parecemos dos equipos completamente distintos aquí que en Champions" he sighed, dropping next to you in the couch, head resting on your shoulder "Encima verás Flick mañana, voy a llegar sin piernas a casa, encima nos lo merecemos" (Fuck but it's as if we were two completely different teams here than in Champions... You will see Flick tomorrow, I will be coming back home without legs, and it's worse because we actually deserve it)

"Solo os tocará dejar de confiaros tanto a veces, y dejad de veniros tan abajo, un gol no es el fin del mundo, y al final todos son capaces de remontar" (You all just have to stop being so overconfident, and also stop depressing yourselves, a goal it's not the end of the goal and in the end, everyone can do a comeback)

"Espero que sepas que me tendrás que hacer de portera en casa hasta que me veas metiendo 5 goles por partido" he burrowed his face on your neck, you knew that meant a topic change. (I hope you know you will have to play goalkeeper until you see me scoring 5 goals per game)

"Vamos a dejar a Robert sin trabajo" (We will leave Robert jobless)

You knew how hard it was all for him, he was finally coming back from all those injuries, was playing the best he had in almost years, and to see all his hard work not giving him the expected results, it was depressing him, harming him. You sometimes wished it could always be just you and him cuddling in your couch, no preoccupations to harm you.

You believed in your boyfriend, he only had to believe in himself too, because the problem with Pedri was just that.

Doesn't matter if he had the whole world praising him, if he lost, even if he was playing with a team in the seventh division of some lost country -not the case, you know the team just didn't have the night, Pedri would blame himself even if he scored 100 goals and they lost against 101.

You felt him sigh against your shoulder. His anger phage was over at least, grumpy one starting.

"...¿Querés jugar al FIFA tú como el Barça y yo como el Leganés y destrozarme?" (...You want to play FIFA you as Barça and me as Leganés and completely destroy me?)

"Si, por favor" (Yes, please)

[thepersonnamedsam]

you already know how much I love gen z driver! could you maybe write something of how would it be if gen z reader’s birthday happened to be during one of the gp’s? how everyone acts and makes it all about her?

happy birthday!

pairing: the genz!driver x '23!grid

summary: it’s the genz!drivers birthday, and it just happens to be the miami gp!

word count: 1.7k

warnings: some swear words and some google translated spanish and dutch :)

note: oh i just love all of your request, especially that one, bc i’m a birthday lover myself! have fun reading it and feel free to request more!! <3

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The first people to congratulate her, were her parents. They called her, in the middle of the night; they forgot that time zones exist. But her heart was full when she picked up the phone at 3AM and both of her parents where singing ‚happy birthday‘ to her. What wasn’t so good, was that she had to be asleep, because it was a Sunday and race day! But it didn’t matter, it was her birthday!

Two hours later, her phone was ringing again, but this time not because someone was wishing her a happy birthday, no, it was her alarm. But today it was okay. 5AM on your birthday doesn’t feel that early, does it now? At least it didn’t for her.

Andy, her personal trainer, knocked on her door at exactly 6.30AM, holding a tiny cupcake with a candle in it. „Happy birthday, y/n!“, his voice cheerful and happy. Her smiled widened and her heart full with love again. „Thank you, Andy.“

„Are you ready for the race?“, Andy asked her. She nodded and closed her hotel door. „I’m excited to see Danny again and Nando and all the other people of course. Oh and definitely Lewis.“, Birthdays were her thing, she always missed them in school, either she had them on a weekend or she was on holiday. So, being surrounded by people who are important to her, was the best present she could’ve gotten.

On the way to the paddock, Andy let her pick out the music, her car playlist was blasting on full volume. Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE was her favourite song at the moment, that’s why she was singing at the top of her lungs to the lyrics.

„Take me to your best friends house, go around this roundabout, oh yeah“, she looked at Andy as if he would follow the orders of the song.

The music died down, as they arrived at the paddock. Press was already waiting on her, they knew it was her special day and hoped to get some good footage of the birthday-girl. Usually the media annoyed her this early in the morning, but today, nothing could’ve ruined her day. She smiled and waved to the camera, spoke to some press people and had nice conversations with all of them.

The media always tried to find some gossip, especially on the young driver, but not today. They were happy to see her this happy.

As she set foot on the paddock, people were congratulating her. Pads on the back, some strokes on her arm here and there, everyone was nice to her, and who doesn’t enjoy some attention sometimes. Especially if it’s for something you didn’t work for. It was her favourite day of the year, Christmas is second.

„Danny!“, she shrieked as soon as she saw him. She sprinted towards the Australian and jumped into his arms. „I missed you so bad!“ Daniel just laughed and hugged the young driver. „Happy birthday, y/n.“

Her smile was consistent and contagious, every person she smiled at, they just had to smile back. Even Max smiled at her. Well, he always smiled at her, she was one of the persons that could make him smile.

„Max, can you give me a piggyback ride?“, she looked at him with puppy dog eyes and he just couldn’t deny her. „Of course, zus sister.“

As Martin Brundle spotted the two, he motioned to his cameraman to put the focus on them. „And now we see Max Verstappen carrying the birthday girl y/n. It is not rare to see the young driver interact with the different drivers. Let’s wish her a happy birthday“, he talked into the camera. „Hello you two, happy birthday y/n, am I the first to congratulate?“, the older man looked at her with an amusing look on his face. „Martin, as much as I love you, you are hopefully not the first person to wish me a happy birthday“, she looked at him with a serious face.

„Did Max congratulate yet?“, a challenging look on Martins face, he pointed at the camera and said: „Remember, this is a livestream.“, Max‘ cheeks turned a pretty pink colour and y/n gasped. „He did not!“, she gasped. „Max, you didn’t wish me a happy birthday?!“ - „I’m sorry, schat darling. Happy birthday, my dear.“

But how could she hold a grudge against a face that looked like Sid from Ice Age?

Fernando was the next person she saw, and he instantly grinned at her. „Oh Nando, do you know whose special day it is today?“, she singsang to the oldest driver on the grid. „Hmm, let me guess, is it Roscoes?“, he laughed as he saw her shocked face. „How could you, I thought we were friends?“ - „We are, we are, cariño darling. Feliz cumpleaños happy birthday, y/n.“

„How old are you now, 5?“, he laughed at her. „Har har, very funny Nando. How old are you turning this year, 60?“ She was always getting irritated fast. He grabbed her by her hip and pushed her into a side hug of his. „Don’t ever change, cariño.“

„Don’t have a plan for that, who’d change something as fabulous like this“, her hands were pointing to herself. „But on a serious note, Nando, do you know where Lewis is? I’ve been searching for him.“ Fernando only shook his head, he didn’t know where the British driver was. He rubbed over her hair as she left his side to search for her mentor.

„Oh Lewis! Your favourite person is looking for you“, she shouted over the paddock, with no luck. She didn’t even see a trace of Lew, none. But what she did find, was a monegasque driver with the number 16 and a spaniard driving under the number 55. They were arguing over some bullshit, as always, as they spotted her. „y/n! Over here“, Charles shouted over to her and waved his hand. She ran over to them and greeted the older drivers with a side hug. Carlos quickly kissed her head as he wished her a brilliant birthday. Charles even sang the first to lines of the song.

She was a bit embarrassed, but she enjoyed the attention of the two Ferrari drivers. „I love you guys, but have you seen Lewis?“, she smiled at the two as they rolled their eyes. She just wanted to see her favourite person on the paddock. She loved them all equally, but you couldn’t deny that Lewis definitely was her favourite. „I think I saw him at Mercedes, his motorhome“, Charles told her, she totally missed the sarcastic undertone of his and just skipped along to the Mercedes garage.

Before she even set a foot in the motorhome, Toto Wolff approached her and squished her into a hug. „Alles gute zum Geburtstag, liebes! Happy birthday, darling! How are you, so happy to see you“, he whispered into her ear. She loved Toto. „Hi Toto!“, she grinned up at him, „I’m good, thank you. Do you know where Lewis is?“ Toto laughed and pointed to his drivers room. „Thanks!“, she yelled as she took off.

She hasn’t been to her own motorhome, just wandering around the paddock and taking in all the attention from the others. And as she knocked on the door, she knew she’d receive the best attention of them all.

„It’s open“, she heard and busted into the tiny room. „Hello, your favourite human on this planet has arrived and will be gracing your presence from now on!“ She grinned at him and he only laughed and embraced the girl. „I have a present for the birthday girl? do you know where she is“, he joked and turned around to grab her present. „A present? Aw Lewis, you shouldn’t have, you totally should have.“

The present contained some gag gifts, such as a Mercedes hat and shirt, or some shirts with funny pattern on it. But the original present was a necklace. It wasn’t anything special, really. It was a simple silver necklace with a tiny turtle as a pendant. Her eyes were tearing up, so she quickly wiped them away.

„Is this one of the necklaces that makes you a godparent of a sea turtle?“ - „It sure is, have fun with“ he turned the pendant around and looked at the engraving on it „Yertle. He is now your godchild“, he smiled at her and motioned to y/n to turn around, so he could put the necklace on. „Thank you so much, it means a lot“, she hugged him as a thank you. He smiled at her, he adored the young driver and was grateful that he was apart of her journey.

„Thank you, love you Lewis!“, she yelled to him as she sprinted out of the motorhome. She was finally headed to her own garage. They had planned a surprise party for her and Lewis was the distraction. As she reached her motorhome, she didn’t see anyone. „Hello, is it not race day?“, she joked into the dark.

„Happy birthday, y/n!“

She jumped, her heart was racing, but she had a giant smile on her face. Her heart, once again, was full, full with love.

„Ahh, thank you guys!“, she squealed and sprinted into the engineers and mechanics, just like she won a race, which she hasn’t, by the way. She hugged all of them, thanked all and smiled the biggest smile she ever smiled. „I’m so grateful for all of you! And now, let’s win this race!“

She didn’t win, but was one of her best birthdays so far. And the after party was her personal highlight of the day. There was a huge pile of presents, just for her of course.

Lando was the DJ, Max was standing on a table, preparing to do a toast for her and Danny was laughing and pointing his camera at everybody.

The evening was definitely something she’d remember, maybe not Max‘ toast, as it was very embarrassing;

„Dear people, we have gathered here to celebrate not only my win, but also a birthday of some special person. She is not our girlfriend, which we are all happy about, but they’re all jealous of her, y/n! Happy birthday, you beast, come up here!“

The alcohol definitely made it more bearable, but the fact that Pierre had to drag you to Mac spoke for itself.

„Pierre, let me be, go back to your boyfriend“, she spoke harshly to the French man, but he ignored her with a smirk on his face and brought her up to Max.

„Ladys and gents, the birthday girl herself!“

It was one of the better party’s she attended and when she looked at all the posts she’s been tagged, she found one particular that she liked the most.

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daniel3.jpg happy birthday to my personal favourite female driver of all time! let’s raise a glass or two, to all the things i’ve lost on you ;)

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yninsta i am the only female driver…

landonorris that’s why your his fav

yninsta rude af

daniel3.jpg don’t fight kids

charles_leclerc happy birthday y/n!

carlossainz55 yeah, feliz compleaños to our fav girl

pierregasly liked by pierre gasly

f1girly we love all the drivers in the comments, y/n is definitely the paddock princess

likedbypear oh yes, idk if i want to be her or with her

yninsta be definitely with me, c’mon

neymarjr happy birthday y/n!

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taglist: @ironmaiden1313 , @topguncultleader , @missskid , @gulabjamooon , @lovelyy-moonlight , @peachyplumsss , @mistrose23 , @copper-boom , @love4lando , @champomiel , @serenityleah , @iloveyou3000morgan , @angelwithoutmywings , @elleeeee21

[nayziiz]

One Night in Miami | LN4

Summary: An eventful night with a close friend turns Lando’s world upside down when he’s forced to confront his true feelings about her. As they return to normal, he cannot seem to forget their time together and neither can she. Will they find each other once again?

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Renn)

Warnings: Smut, a lot of angst, fluff

Masterlist

Chapter 3 - Spain 2023

Renn wanted to be there for Lando at the Spanish Grand Prix, but work had her tethered to London, shooting content for one of her clients. The life of a photographer meant travelling everywhere, capturing moments that mattered to others while often missing the ones that mattered most to her. She had hoped, desperately, that she wouldn’t need to work that week, but reality had its own plans.

As she watched snippets of the race while tidying her apartment, her heart sank. The familiar buzz of the TV in the background did little to distract her from the disappointment that loomed large. Another tough race for Lando, ending in a disheartening P17, with his rookie teammate finishing ahead of him. She knew all too well how hard he would take it, blaming himself when the issues ran far deeper than his driving. She sighed, her heart aching for him. She knew how much he poured into every race, how hard he worked to push through the challenges. And now, miles away, all she could do was watch and hope he knew she was thinking of him.

It was like clockwork; first a text from Lando with the upside-down smile emoji, and an hour later, her phone rang. Renn answered immediately, her heart already aching for him.

“I suppose it would be stupid to ask you if you’re okay?” she spoke into her phone, collapsing onto her couch.

“Not stupid when the assumption is correct,” he replied, his voice carrying the weight of his disappointment as he took a seat in his driver’s room. “Can’t I just have one decent race?”

“Lan, you had a great start. That contact with Hamilton was unfortunate, but you finished the race, you didn’t retire or give up,” Renn tried to reassure him, her voice gentle but firm.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it, you know. Like, am I going to be happy being P17 for the rest of my career if it keeps going like this?” Lando continued, his tone hopeless and devastated.

“You’re getting upgrades soon, though, right? What if those skyrocket your year altogether? Have you thought of that?” she countered, trying to inject some hope into the conversation.

“I can’t be optimistic when things have been this bad for so long,” he argued, frustration clear in his voice.

“Rather optimistic than on the edge of giving up everything you and your family have worked so hard for,” she retorted. He remained quiet for a moment, absorbing her words. “You’re Lando fucking Norris and you’re on the verge of greatness.”

“I really wish you were here,” he spoke softly, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at her heartstrings.

“Me too, so I can slap some sense into that head of yours,” she added, causing him to smile for the first time since he finished the race. “But, I do wish I was there with you.”

“Will you come to Montreal?” he wondered, his voice hopeful.

“If I don’t have work, then yeah, I’ll be there,” she responded, her own voice softening.

“Good. I’m heading to MTC sometime this week if you want to go have dinner or something while I’m in the UK?” Lando asked, the tentative hope in his question making her smile.

“Like a date?” she hesitantly asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

“Not a date, just two friends getting something to eat together,” he clarified, although he wished it was a date.

“Fine, we can grab dinner,” she agreed, trying to keep her tone casual.

“I have to go debrief with the team. Can I call you later so you can tell me about how your shoot went?” he asked, his voice warmer now.

“Yeah,” she answered, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Talk to you later, Rennie,” Lando said, the gratitude in his voice unmistakable.

“Talk to you later, Lan,” she replied, her heart a little lighter after their conversation.

As she hung up, Renn leaned back on her couch, staring at the ceiling. She hated hearing him so down, but she was glad she could be there for him, even from afar. The thought of seeing him soon, of sharing a meal and catching up in person, brought a flicker of excitement to her heart. For now, she would hold onto that, hoping it would be enough to carry them both through the tough times.

The night for the dinner date that wasn’t a date finally arrived. Renn had spent the day trying to focus on her work, but her mind kept drifting back to Lando. She wondered what they would talk about and how the evening would unfold. Despite her efforts to keep things casual, there was an undeniable flutter of excitement in her chest.

Lando, too, was distracted throughout the day, thinking about the evening ahead. He had made the reservations at one of their favourite restaurants, a cosy little place known for its relaxed atmosphere and excellent food. As the time drew nearer, he found himself nervously adjusting his outfit, wanting to strike the perfect balance between casual and put-together.

When he pulled up outside Renn’s home, he felt a mix of anticipation and nerves. He texted her to let her know he had arrived, and a moment later, she stepped out of her apartment. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her casual dress and light makeup highlighting her natural charm. His breath caught for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a smile.

“You look stunning, as always,” he said as she approached the car.

“You clean up pretty well yourself,” she replied with a grin.

They made their way to the restaurant, the conversation light and easy, filled with the familiar banter that marked their friendship. When they arrived, Lando led the way inside, where they were promptly shown to their table. The ambiance was perfect - dim lighting, soft music, and an intimate setting that made it easy to forget the world outside. They settled into their seats, and after ordering their drinks, Lando leaned back, looking at Renn with a soft smile.

“So, how’s the shoot going?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s been good, actually. Busy, but I managed to get some great shots. I think the client will be happy,” she replied, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her work.

“I’d love to see some of them sometime,” Lando said, his interest sincere. “You’re such a talented photographer, might just learn a thing or two from you.”

“Sure, I’d love to show you,” she agreed, feeling a warm glow from his attention.

Their food arrived, and as they ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about everything from their favourite movies to childhood memories, and of course, racing. Lando shared some behind-the-scenes stories from the paddock, making Renn laugh with his vivid descriptions and animated gestures. While the evening progressed, the line between friendship and something more began to blur. The glances they exchanged were longer, the touches more lingering. By the time dessert arrived, they were both feeling the undeniable and familiar pull between them.

Returning to her apartment, Renn and Lando fell into an easy rhythm. Renn moved to the kitchen to whip up some hot chocolate, a comforting ritual that had become a tradition over the years. Lando made himself comfortable on the couch, glancing around her familiar apartment, feeling a sense of warmth and home that he hadn't felt in a while. She brought over two steaming mugs and handed one to him before settling next to him on the couch. The rich aroma of chocolate filled the air, blending with the soft glow of the lamps, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere.

“Thanks for this,” Lando said, taking a sip and sighing contentedly.

“Anytime,” Renn replied, smiling at him over the rim of her mug.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the city outside a distant hum. The warmth of the hot chocolate seeped into their bones, relaxing them. A subtle touch on the knee from Lando, meant as a casual gesture of comfort, quickly became more. His fingers lingered, brushing lightly against her skin. Renn felt a spark of electricity at his touch, and she looked up to meet his eyes, finding them dark and filled with unspoken desire. Lando's hand moved from her knee to squeeze her thigh gently, the contact sending a thrill through her. Her breath hitched, and she set her mug down on the coffee table, unable to ignore the magnetic pull between them any longer.

Without thinking, she swung her leg over his lap, straddling him. Renn could feel his growing arousal pressing against her as she began to move, gently grinding herself against the buckle of his belt. The sensation was maddening, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Renn,” Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. “You’re driving me crazy.”

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, all the pent-up longing and desire pouring out in that single moment. His hands slid under her dress, caressing the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his heart racing against her chest, mirroring her own. Lando’s hands moved up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She arched into his touch, a gasp of pleasure escaping her. She tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. He quickly pulled it off, and she followed suit, shedding her dress.

They paused for a moment, just taking in the sight of each other, the raw desire in their eyes making the air between them crackle with electricity. Then their lips crashed together again, more desperate this time. Renn's fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, and Lando lifted his hips to help her, the urgency of their need driving them forward. Once his belt was undone, she pushed his pants down, freeing him from the confines. She could feel his hardness pressing against her core, separated only by the thin fabric of their underwear. The sensation was intoxicating, and she ground down against him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips.

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, guiding her movements.

She reached down, sliding her hand into his boxers and wrapping her fingers around him. He hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking up into her touch. She stroked him slowly, memorising the feel of him and the way he responded to her every touch. Unable to wait any longer, she stood up briefly, shedding her underwear and guiding him out of his boxers. The moment she straddled him again, they both gasped at the contact. Lando's hands gripped her hips tightly, positioning himself at her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.

“More than sure,” she breathed, lowering herself onto him, both of them groaning at the sensation as she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.

She set a slow, teasing pace at first, savouring every inch of him. His hands roamed her body, caressing and teasing, heightening her pleasure. As the intensity built, she quickened her pace, their moans and gasps filling the room. Lando thrust up to meet her movements, his hands guiding her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The connection they shared, the raw intimacy of the moment, was almost too much to bear. Every time together felt like their very first time. The only difference was how much more they wanted it after each interaction. It was a drug, something they could easily get addicted to. She groaned again, feeling every sensation all over her body as he pressed his body against hers, his movements deliberate and unrelenting.

“Come on, let me hear you, baby,” he encouraged her, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. The sound of it sent a thrill through her, and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

“Lan,” she breathed, throwing her head back, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, each touch, each kiss, driving them both closer to the edge.

Renn's nails dug into his back as she clung to him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sensation of his skin against hers, the way he filled her completely, was intoxicating. His pace quickened, their movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. She could feel him trembling against her, could hear the strain in his voice as he fought to maintain control.

“Lan, I’m so close,” she whispered, her voice a mix of plea and promise. The tension inside her was building to an unbearable peak, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came undone in his arms.

“Me too, baby,” he replied, his grip on her tightening. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”

With those words, she felt herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation. His movements became even more frantic, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She clung to him, her breath hitching, her heart pounding, and then she was falling, her body exploding in a white-hot blaze of ecstasy.

“Ah, fuck,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the room as she came apart in his arms. The intensity of her orgasm left her breathless, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.

Lando followed her over the edge moments later, his own release tearing through him with a force that left him gasping. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin, his body trembling against hers. Finally, as the last tremors of their orgasms subsided, she slowed her movements, collapsing onto his chest with a contented sigh. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both tried to catch their breath.

“God, Renn,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. “That was incredible.”

“It really was,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. 

They lay there in a tangle of limbs, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The intensity of their connection left them both feeling raw and exposed, but also deeply fulfilled. It was a feeling neither of them wanted to let go of, even though they knew their situation was far from simple.

Lando sighed, knowing it was time for him to leave. Their moments together were intense, passionate, and all-consuming, but they had made a simple agreement: to keep things casual, to not let their emotions complicate what they had. It was a struggle, maintaining that constraint, but they knew it was necessary for this to work. So, despite the pull to stay, he needed to leave.

“Let me clean you up before I go,” he whispered, his voice heavy with the dread of having to leave her. He lifted her off him gently and laid her down on the couch, her body still humming from their intimacy.

Renn watched him as he left to get a cloth from her bathroom, her heart aching at the thought of him leaving. The physical separation always felt like a small death, a reminder of the boundaries they had set for themselves. She sighed, trying to steel herself for his departure, knowing it was the only way to keep things from getting too complicated.

Lando returned with a warm, damp cloth, his expression tender as he knelt beside her. He began to clean her with careful, gentle strokes, his touch soothing and intimate. She closed her eyes, savouring the last few moments of their closeness before reality would force them apart again.

“There,” he said softly, finishing his task and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “All clean.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, opening her eyes to meet his. The tenderness in his gaze made her heart ache, but she forced a smile, not wanting to make this harder for him. “You should go.”

“Yeah, I should,” He nodded, though his reluctance was evident. 

They both knew it was for the best, even if it didn’t feel like it at the moment. Lando stood, pulling on his clothes and gathering his things. Renn sat up, wrapping herself in a blanket and watching him, trying to memorise every detail of the moment to hold onto until they could be together again.

“I’ll see you in Montreal, yeah?” he said, pausing at the door. “Text me when you’re done with your shoot tomorrow.”

“I will,” she promised, giving him a small smile. “I’ll see you in Montreal.”

With one last, lingering look, he left, closing the door softly behind him. Renn let out a long breath, the silence of the apartment settling around her like a heavy blanket. She missed him already, but she knew this was the only way to keep things from spiralling out of control. She got up, moving to the window to watch him as he walked down the street, his figure growing smaller until he disappeared around the corner to his car. When he was well and truly out of sight, her chest tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had tried so hard to keep their arrangement simple, to keep her emotions in check, but seeing him walk away brought a flood of feelings she couldn't ignore.

Renn sank back onto the couch, her heart heavy with the weight of unshed tears. She had been so sure that keeping things casual would protect her, that it would keep her heart safe from the complications of love. But now, as she sat alone in the quiet of her apartment, she couldn't deny the truth any longer.

Has she fallen in love with him?

She sighed, turning away and heading to the bathroom to finish cleaning up. The echoes of their time together lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what they shared. But as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn't ignore the truth. She had fallen for Lando, and the realisation left her feeling both exhilarated and terrified. She didn't know what to do with these feelings, how to navigate the complexities of their relationship now that her heart was fully involved.

She needed time to process, to figure out what her heart was telling her. Maybe she could find a way to keep things as they were, to enjoy the moments they had without letting her feelings complicate everything. But deep down, she knew that pretending was no longer an option. Her heart had spoken, and there was no turning back. She loved Lando, and that truth would shape everything from this moment forward.

Back in the living room, she collapsed on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around her. The intensity of their connection, the depth of their emotions, made it hard to stick to their agreement. But she knew they had to try, for the sake of their friendship and their sanity. Perhaps they needed to stop things before she got too attached. Maybe that was the solution.

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Taglist: @fionamiller123 @f1fantasys

[untitled-writer-013]

Okay, Yandere Miguel O'Hara hurting the reader, can be platonic or romantic, whatever your heart desires

Imagine getting into a disagreement, argument, then a screaming match.

Miguel gets shoved by the reader and he just, either shove them or uses his claws to swipe at them, in a fit of blind anger.

I wonder how he would apologize 👉👈

Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Hurt!Reader

warning(s): yandere themes, violence, Miguel hurts reader, angst, hurt/comfort, spanishdict spanish, possible bad spanish.

Miguel adored his darling, but sometimes she could be so frustrating. He pinched the bridge of his nose as his darling argued with him, and he tried to calmly reason with her.

“Please Miguel, just listen to me! I know I’m right about this!” (Y/n) pleaded, looking up at him with slight desperation.

“(Y/n), you need to calm down, I’m not going to put up with this behavior.” Miguel stated, crossing his arms, watching his darling glare at him.

“This is why I hate talking with you, you always belittle me!” (Y/n) yelled, balling her hands into fists, making Miguel frown even more.

“Darling, por favor cálmate.” (Darling, please calm down.) Miguel stated, unfolding his arms and reaching out to her.

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) yelled suddenly, shoving Miguel as hard as she could away from her. 

Miguel looked down at her, a snarl building up in his throat as he swiped at her, his claws scratching her face as he glared at her. His eyes widened once he realized what he had done, reaching out to check on her when she flinched, making his heart drop.

Miguel watched as (Y/n) ran, and he couldn’t help but let her run. He let out a sigh of frustration, grabbing the closest thing to him and throwing it at the wall. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what to do. He looked down at his hand, some blood still lingering. He thought about it, but forbade himself from trying her blood, wanting to taste it when he had permission. He washed his hands, mumbling to himself.

“Fuck me!” He yelled, frustrated with himself for acting so irrational. He wished he would just think things through more, and clearly he was going to pay the price for not doing so.

A few hours passed, and Miguel went to check on his darling. He peeked into their shared room, spotting her curled up in bed while holding a pillow. She let out a few sniffles, making his heart break as he carefully walked up to her. 

“Angel, lo siento mucho, ¿me perdonarás?” (Angel, I'm really sorry, will you forgive me?) Miguel asked gently, careful as he spoke. His darling (Y/n) looked up at him, a hurt look on her face as she wiped her tears away. She couldn’t speak, instead nodding as Miguel watched her. He smiled softly, taking a look at her face to make sure he hadn’t left any marks.

Once satisfied, Miguel laid down on the bed with his darling, taking her into his arms as he laid her on his chest. (Y/n) listened to him breathe, calming down as she laid there with him. He let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her head before he wished her a goodnight’s sleep, planning on making it up to her tomorrow.

~fin~

author’s note: i believe Miguel would initially give the reader space before he apologizes to her, wanting to make sure she calms down, and he’d feel pretty guilty about hurting his darling <33

[goldsbitch]

Twelve grapes

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between, above and beyond. Entering a new era - lestappen. I guess it hits everyone at some point.

I wish you all a happy 2025, may it be filled with exciting races and storylines. I invite you to read a short prologue for my upcoming series.

There was something different in the air that one night. More magic than you'd usually find during New Years Eve. Must have been faith herself, pulling few extra strings and having this specific group of girls, who hadn't known each other prior to that evening, crumpled up under the table.

The wine, that had flown freely the whole evening, got replaced by the original form of the fruit- a massive bowl of grapes sitting in between the circle. The new year was about to enter and somewhere around Europe, under a random old wooden structure, that looked like it was about to fall down under the weight of all that laid on in, wishes were about to be made. The girls hardly remembered each other's name - one got dragged to the party by her friend (insisting that she ought to stop wallowing about that one guy who had his hair a little too long for this decade anyway), the blonde one got ditched by her older sister and followed this group after meeting them in the bar. Another one was visiting the town with her parent and the next one was on a student exchange programme. All of them were pretty sure they'd never see each other again. But this is what brings the true charm of girl power. Leaving all the older people and annoying guys behind, they followed the Spanish one, who introduced the tradition of eating twelve grapes during the last seconds of the old year. Fueled by one shared wish - to find the one. May the new year be the one they fall in love, madly and happily this time. Stop dwelling on the past and allow new stories to start. There were giggles, hopes, dreams, and knees bumping into each other. Unburdened eyes full of anticipation. Maybe this year would finally the one for the one.

"Ok, ok - is everyone ready? Grab a few grapes so that we don't all kill each other. And get the wishes ready!"

"Who's watching the time? I didn't bring a watch!"

"I have it and we're nearly 30 seconds in!"

They had to almost shout at each other, other people in the room, the ones not curled up under a table, making enough noise to surely be heard in the apartment above.

The Spanish girl finally spoke up, taking the initiative of the chaos in her own hand.

"Girls, girls. Calm down everyone. We gotta get ready. So we all agree - we'll go and make a wish for all of us to meet the perfect guy next year!"

"Who's gonna start?"

"Guy, I am not ready!"

"Ok, fine, I'll go first - tell me when!"

"15, 14, 13. -go!"

"My dream guy will be passionate!" yelled the Spanish girl entusiastically and shoved one piece in.

First grape in, 11 to go.

The girl on her left followed quickly. "He will be brave, not afraid to tell me he loves me!"

2 in, 10 to go.

"Succesfull, a winner!"

The shy one was finally on to speak, fighting the breath that got stuck in her throat.

"Go on, go on, we're behind on time!" one of the girls cheered, laughing, because it really didn't matter if they got it right.

"FIne, he'll have beautiful eyes!" A wave off muffled "Awww" hit, as they tried not to gag on the ongoing stream of juice and peels.

"Yes, and he will dress well!" shouted one.

"Um - I don't know - eh, he'll hate the cold!" followed another.

"What? Why?"

"I really don't wanna live in the cold..."

"Guys, we gotta move! No sidetracks!"

"I want someone curious!"

"Sense of justice-"

"-A bit of a bad boy!"

"How many was that?"

Cheers of the crowd outside of the table broke in. New year was finally here.

The blonde one was nearly choking on her grapes and laughter. "Eight, we need four more!"

"Fine, uh, make him cute and sometimes shy!"

At that point, they were just chugging grapes in, barely keeping score of how many they'd actually taken from the big bowl, which was emptying quickly.

"Obsessed with me!"

"Ten, two more!"

"Nice eyes-"

"We said that already!"

"Fine, uh, he'll be sensitive!"

"One more, one more, grab a last grape and we'll do it together! Uh, I don't know, what will his favorite color be?"

"Red!-"

"Blue!-"

Two of the girls shouted over each other, making the rest laugh, if they hadn't been already.

The Spanish one concluded. "Nice, that's all! Everyone take one for red and blue!" With that, the last grapes were chewed.

Faith does work in funny way. Wishes often come true, but rarely in the form you imagine they would. All of the things they wished for got granted. But perhaps not immediately. Who knew wished skip the generation. The last girls to crawl back from under the table would meet again one day, many times in fact. However, they'd never realize it. Charles Leclerc's mother would never know she had just clinked the glass of none other than the future Max Verstappen's mom.

chapter 1

[mania-sama]

iwaoi, but's it's iwaizumi who had always wanted to leave japan. he found his every day life in miyagi stifling. he hated seeing the same classmates over and over again with their disagreeable opinions and close-minded worldviews, hated the way the people in his neighborhood all knew each other and their business, hated the way it rained and hated the way the sun rose every single day. he hated the very idea of staying in miyagi more than he had to.

he talked to oikawa about this regularly, ever since they could form thoughts that ventured outside of their little realm in japan. first, he told oikawa he'd move out of miyagi. he'd find an apartment in tokyo, or a job as a farmhand in hokkaido, or anywhere else that isn't miyagi and the life he's had to grow up in. then, as he got older, he went a step further.

china, he'd mumble oikawa during the first class of the day in middle school.

the phillippines, he'd shout at oikawa while peppering a volleyball.

somewhere further, he'd finally admitted to oikawa while walking home from a late-night home court game, his gaze trained on the ground with the most vulnerability he'd shown in years. like america. i've applied to a college in america.

oikawa had laughed at him on most times. iwaizumi knew oikawa liked life in miyagi; he got along with his classmates fine, girls liked him, he loved his family and their neighborhood, loved the sunrise and the rain. iwaizumi knew this because oikawa had always disagreed with him on those subjects.

but liking life wasn't enough when oikawa's goals were set further than what he would be constrained to at home. loving japan wasn't enough when japan didn't love him.

argentina, oikawa had whispered, miserable, to him for the first time near the end of their first year in high school. he'd seen kageyama around. he'd seen the way his serves had gotten better and better and better.

their planes left mere weeks from each other. oikawa first, to argentina, with tears in his eyes and a sharp call to not be stranger. iwaizumi left second, wishing his family a farewell with his heart full to finally leave.

iwaizumi had liked california enough. he was entertained, if not occasionally confused, by the manner of young adult americans. he had thought, originally, that he wouldn't miss japan. maybe he'd miss his family and the two friends he'd left, but nothing else. he thought the pang in his chest when his american roommate and newfound friends went out for a chicken wing restaurant and not onigiri, when they spoke exclusively english (sometimes spanish) and not japanese, when there were beds and air mattresses and not futons, that he was missing familiarity, is all. he only missed not feeling out of place.

oikawa had shared with him, over their many calls, his own struggles with homesickness. but, oikawa had told him over grainy Facetime, my team has done everything to make me feel at home. spanish isn't as hard as i thought it'd be! i'm going to make this work. even if i miss you and japan. i just... i need this. i need argentina.

both he and oikawa managed to make it home for christmas after only a few months into their respective journeys into the americas. they arrived at different times, though, so iwaizumi made the trip home from tokyo alone. he took two trains, then a taxi closer to his house. he saw the billboards in his own language. he watched people that looked like himself. they went to restraunts with onigiri. their seating would be chabudai and not high tables and booths. he saw familiar streets and familiar faces in his neighborhood.

he came to his house, where he knew exactly where the patch of grass his childhood cat was buried in the backyard. he could see phantoms of himself riding his bike up and down the road. he could see where he caught butterflies, where oikawa chased him with a handful of worms.

he came home, and his family was waiting for him. it all rushed over him, when he saw them again. all the anxiety of not being able to get to them fast if they got into an accident. constantly wondering what he'd be doing if he was in japan and not at uc-irvine. thinking about how much he preferred his home culture to the strangeness of the united states.

he met with oikawa next, who regaled him on his adventures in argentina as if they hadn't talked nearly everyday since their planes took them away from home.

i'm going to stay, oikawa told him during a late evening stroll after dinner, his eyes alight with happiness and success. i love it in argentina. it's everything i want and need.

iwaizumi was happy for him. but, iwaizumi knew he would not be content doing the same.

i'm coming back home after i get my bachelor's, he told oikawa after a second's pause, letting the coldness of the evening wash over him, watching the sun set in the way he'd spent hating his entire life. america is nice, but japan is where i'm meant to be.

he found that he didn't mind the rain when he was no longer seventeen and hating his classmates. he didn't mind staring out the window of the house he grew up in when he wasn't sixteen and desperate to leave. he'd been to the other side of the fence, and the grass simply wasn't any greener.

and he knew he'd be okay with that, eventually, even if a part of him wondered if he was giving up. even if that part of him wanted to riot and rage and scream at the idea of staying in the place he'd always told everyone he'd leave.

oikawa looked at him, then, with his eyes still bright but shining with a different kind of light. and that's perfectly fine, oikawa said to him, his voice low and earnest.

there was not a hint of condescension. nothing that said, you gave up. you are worth nothing. you will be nothing. oikawa meant it when he said that it was fine that leaving wasn't all iwaizumi had chalked it up to be. his tone said, in every way, nothing has changed. you will be just as good here as you would be anywhere else. you have not given up. there is nothing wrong with letting yourself be happy.

somehow, that was more reassuring than any of the faux comforts he'd been trying to console himself with.

[alex31624]

Can we talk about the kids' middle names?

In canon, we know about two middle names, Dingus and Apollonia.

I have two headcanons middle names for Lena and Webby, Sienna (explained here) and Patricia (explained here).

And just happen that in two of my fics, I gave middle names to both, Louie and May.

For our favorite green duck, I chose Quackmore (as you can see in the final chapter of A Good Team). I know it would make more sense that Huey would have received that name, but I think Donald tends to be a little more affective to Louie.

You all know how we collectively headcanon Louie taking 48 minutes to hatch? That make Donald extra protective with Louie. He's his little boy, the closest thing he would have as a "favorite". So, Louie is the one who got his grandpa name.

You know that feeling when your mom said your full name, and you know that you're in trouble?

In May falls in love with a Beagle Boy, chapter five of my AU fic, What if…? (only in spanish for now), I wanted to have that feeling. Therefore, May needed a middle name.

And my headcanon there is that Daisy named her. Donald? He picked Dingus for one of his boys, Daisy knew May and June need a regular, everyday middle name. And so, May got Katherine.

Why did I chose Katherine? Don't know. It just felt right.

Now, six out of the nine kids have middle names. Let's give one to the rest.

For my boy Huey is easy. Is Fergus. His brothers are named after his grandfather and great-great-grandfather. It is logical that he has the name of his great-grandfather.

Just like May, June needs a regular middle name. And just like May, I only choose what I felt was the right name for her. Elizabeth.

I don't know, I just think it fits her.

The fact that Gosalyn is latina makes me really happy. I wished she had spoke a bit of spanish, but that's not important.

I wanted to give her a latino name, but nothing really convinced me. But the truth is, when I started to think of her middle name, one pop up immediately. Elena. Greek, yes, but in its spanish variant.

Sometimes is not about a deep analysis, is just about what feels right.

Well, that's my headcanon middle names for all the kids. What about B.O.Y.D., you said?

He's already Be Only Yourself, Dude. He doesn't need more names.

[myokk]

remembering the snow

pairing: Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

word count: 3,2k

summary:

Imelda remembers the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

***

Or: a character study on Imelda and how she grew up because I love her & she doesn't get enough appreciation :)

cw: none, this is just a love letter to Imelda

a/n: or: this was the first oneshot I ever wrote, and it holds such a special place in my heart. I think it might be my favorite 🥹🫶

Imelda Reyes has never been one to do things by halves.

Her mother always talked about the circumstances of her birth with pride: Imelda came quickly as if she were eager to get out and see the world already, screaming even before she had fully left her mother's womb, determined to leave an indelible mark on the world.

The women in their village who had assisted the birth crossed themselves, chattering to each other in quick, soft, beautiful Spanish staccato about the baby who was already unlike any they had ever seen before. Strong and healthy and beautiful, her deep brown eyes already taking in her surroundings and watching them solemnly moments after her arrival.

Her father always talked about the circumstances of her childhood: running wild and free, flying before she could walk (a source of great pride), his little shadow who peppered him with endless questions about the world. He always brought her along to his work meetings much to everyone's delight; she was with him when he was offered the enviable position of Spanish Diplomat to the British Ministry of Magic.

At the age of five, they left the beautiful sleepy village where time hadn't seemed to exist. Imelda still dreams of long, hot, dusty days playing under the shade of orange trees, going to the market every two days with her mother draped in their finest silks, sleeping and lying around during the hottest part of the day, only leaving their house once the sun left its highest point and was about to disappear behind the mountains.

The older women in the village doted on her. If she thinks hard, she can recall their beautiful, wavering voices calling out to her as she raced past them: 'ten cuidado, cariño, te vas a mancar', 'ven aquí, cielo, te quiero ver la cara tan bonita', 'mira cómo se está creciendo, se nota que va a ser una belleza de mayor'...voices filled with comfort and love. She never knew anything different then.

She's their only child. Her mother was always brushing her hair and humming, trying to get her to sit still and listen to her endless fairy tales as the sun bore down on them; her father, treating Imelda like the son he had always wished for but accepting and loving her all the same. Sometimes, her mother would let her out of the house before the sun became too strong and they would fly around the mountains and be free free free.

Arriving to Edinburgh at the age of five, Imelda hadn't even realized she didn't speak the same language as the other children around her. As with everything else, she jumped in headfirst. Her mother always jokes that she became fluent in English the second she stepped foot on Scottish soil. To Imelda, it does seem that way. She can't ever remember not speaking in the soft Scottish burr, reminiscent of the soft Spanish she had left behind and still spoke at home.

As a child, she never had problems forging relationships with whoever was around her. She was brash and inquisitive and irresistible, taking charge wherever she went. The other children flocked around her, hanging on to her every word.

It changed, though, when her mother got her cough. It started out harmless enough, a slight cough and headache before bed each night. When her mother woke up every morning, she would be fine. But going to bed early changed to going to bed even earlier and earlier until it was time to accept what the three of them were steadfastly ignoring: she was getting worse.

Imelda was nine. She remembers her mother drying her tears with gentle, soft hands, caressing her cheeks and whispering to her that it would be fine. That she wasn't gone yet: they still had time.

'No pasa nada, mi amor. Siempre estaré contigo.'

At Hogwarts, things changed even more. She was a Slytherin and proud of it, but she never quite fit in with her classmates. She wasn't one of them, hadn't grown up with them, and they made sure she knew it. Gone were the days of running wild: she turned her single-minded determination to her studies and quidditch and found herself excelling at everything she put her mind to. It all came easily to her and she had no time for anyone who could distract her.

She wasn't a complete loner. She had her quidditch teammates, her partners in various classes, but nobody she hung out with outside of classes. She always studied alone, learned alone, trained alone.

(Of course, the picture she paints to her father in owls home is much different. He has enough on his mind - a daughter struggling to make friends is a non-issue as far as Imelda is concerned. And besides: she's fine.)

Imelda was quite content with the way things were working out for her. She would never admit if she was lonely or not, and enjoyed every part of her life. Until her fifth year, when everything began to change. Gone were her rigid schedules and studying alone and discipline. A new girl was sorted into Slytherin and Imelda found she didn't hate the girl's company. The two of them laugh together at night while they braid each others' hair, Imelda teaches her Spanish, and they have started to study together.

The new student drags her around Hogwarts and Imelda finds herself actually enjoying herself and enjoying spending time with the classmates she’s spent so many years ignoring.

This is when she meets Poppy Sweeting.

Well...Poppy swears that they met ages ago, during their first year when they were partnered together in Potions. Imelda has no recollection - that whole year was a blur - it was the year her mother succumbed to her illness - so she has to take Poppy's word for it.

She finds herself with friends for the first time in a long time. But, when the new student is running off with Sebastian doing Merlin-knows-what, things that Imelda definitely does not want to be a part of, she still finds herself seeking Poppy's company.

Poppy is sweet and fun and introverted in a way that Imelda finds familiar and comfortable: whereas Imelda turns to her studies and quidditch, Poppy often opts to spend time more time with beasts than humans. But there's something endearing about her earnestness and Imelda starts to find herself craving Poppy's calm company.

She always knows what to say when Imelda finds herself getting worked up over nothing.

On the train home for the winter holidays, as Imelda is striding down the long corridor in search of an empty cabin where she can read and concoct fail-proof quidditch tactics, Poppy calls her over to her carriage and asks Imelda to keep her company. She only needs to ask once. There's an unfamiliar fluttering in Imelda's stomach as she sits across from Poppy and the other girl beams at her but it's...well. It's not altogether unpleasant. They play exploding snap and exchange book recommendations and laugh together and...well, if Imelda's knee brushes against Poppy's occasionally or their fingers linger as they exchange essays to look over...

She can't be blamed, can she?

A letter from Poppy arrives over the break. At the sight of Poppy's small brown owl tapping the window with the letter in its beak, Imelda's heart starts racing and she runs over to the bird, grinning like a fool, but she pauses before opening it. Her fingers tremble as they hover over the wax seal.

Imelda's father is largely absent these days, a shadow of the man she had grown up with. She's noticed the difference over the summer too, of course, but the winter always feels different. More desolate; more harsh. They're nearing the four-year anniversary of her mother's death. It's impossible to ignore the fact that losing his wife has damaged his soul irreparably, and Imelda's seeing first-hand what being deeply in love can do to a person.

Maybe she'll put the letter aside and read it tomorrow.

Tomorrow bleeds into the next day turns into one week and before she can blink the bleak winter vacation with her father has ended and she's heading back to Hogwarts.

On the train, she walks past Poppy: the two of them make eye contact but Poppy flushes and looks out the window, tucking her honey-colored hair behind her ear and Imelda moves on to the next empty carriage. She pulls out some parchment and works on revising her Charms essay. It's for the best, anyway, she tells herself. For the best that she doesn't have any distractions. Their O.W.L.s are coming up and she's determined to get an O in every subject.

The month of January goes by in a flash. Between the insane quidditch schedule she's concocted for her team and the study sessions in the library, she keeps herself busy. The new fifth-year, her first real friend, starts to show concern for Imelda, gently trying to ask her what's going on as they braid each others' hair before bed.

Imelda doesn't want to bother her, though.

(She doesn't truly know what's the matter, anyways.)

She resolves to do a better job with keeping her emotions in check - her friend has enough on her plate, and Imelda doesn't want her to have to worry over something that's not even a problem in the first place.

She's fine.

Out of the corner of her eye in the classes she shares with Poppy, Imelda notices that she doesn't look as happy as she normally does. Her face is more pale and withdrawn; whenever Imelda's eyes flicker to her, her own gaze darts away.

With the beginning of February come a lot of blizzards, and they make Imelda remember the first time she saw snow.

Her parents always started the story telling her that she cried and cried and cried.

They had both run over to her, covering her with warm hugs and kisses, the tiny family huddled together in this foreign place where the people looked and spoke differently, where nothing was the same and she missed the old women who would give her mazapanes whenever she ran by, missed the tiny clouds of dust that would puff up as she ran and the hazy mountains in the distance and the hot, hot sun beating down while she played in the shade of the orange trees while her mother slept away the heat. Pulling her mittened hands off of her tear-stained face and telling her 'mira cariño, mira qué bonita es la nieve. Tócala, ya verás que no pasa nada...estamos aquí contigo...'

Her tears had soon dried and she was laughing and playing in the snow and she couldn't even remember what had made her so sad in the first place.

Imelda's sad now as she stares out the window.

Her mother isn't there anymore. She has no one to turn to in this self-imposed exile.

Four years ago today.

She's hidden herself away in an alcove, curled up, arms wrapped around her knees watching the snow swirling out the window. She canceled quidditch practice today due to the storm, much to everyone's surprise. Just last week, she had forced them to train in the freezing rain and today's snowfall is mild in comparison. But...today she doesn't have the energy. She's spent so much effort pretending that everything's fine when it's not and now she's sad and alone and confused.

She doesn't hear Poppy when she comes near.

The other girl crowds into Imelda's space, pressing against her in the alcove. The two face each other, and Poppy brings a gentle hand up to Imelda's face to brush away tears she hadn't even realized were falling.

"What -" Imelda starts saying, but a fresh sob chokes her and she can't. Poppy leans forward and wraps her arms around Imelda, pulling her into a close embrace. Imelda feels everything crumbling around her and she sobs into Poppy's shoulder - Poppy whispering reassurances and smoothing her hair, cradling Imelda as she cries and cries and cries.

They don't leave the alcove for another hour, almost staying out after curfew.

Imelda is subdued the next few days. The snow continues to fall until the whole castle looks like it's straight from one of the fairy tales her mother used to tell her as she brushed her hair. Imelda shows up for meals, shows up for classes, shows up in the study group, but she feels like she's just going through the motions.

She can tell her friend is getting worried, but Imelda can't confide in her. Her friend does small gestures anyways because she understands: saving Imelda a seat in class, asking her about quidditch, saving her favorite muffins for her at breakfast.

Maybe she talked to Sebastian about her worry because even he is being nicer than normal to Imelda, asking her if she wants to play wizarding chess with the two of them. Imelda doesn't really understand how or why they like playing the game so much - her friend is awful at it and Sebastian seems to enjoy the destruction and chaos more than actually strategizing. Even though Imelda hates the game - every move is painfully obvious and she can't understand how nobody else sees it like she does - maybe it would be nice to do something different.

Imelda freezes when they enter the Astronomy Tower to play: Poppy is there, waiting. For her. They haven't seen each other since she broke down humiliated and sobbing and she doesn't know what to do.

Sebastian looks between the two of them, brows furrowed, then leans down to their friend and whispers something in her ear. She nods and the two of them disappear, leaving Imelda and Poppy alone.

Poppy stands and Imelda can feel her heart start to hammer against her throat. Poppy walks forward slowly, only stopping when she's right in front of Imelda. When she speaks, her voice is high and sweet and Imelda realizes how much she missed her. "I-I'm sorry, I just didn't know how else I could talk to you. Will you come with me? I have something to show you."

Imelda nods mutely and Poppy takes her hand. They lace their fingers together and it's the first time - apart from a few days ago - that they have voluntarily touched each other. She feels Poppy's fingers tighten around hers and Imelda focuses on the feeling of soft knuckles under her thumb, but now...she's self-conscious for the first time about her quidditch-rough hands and maybe she should have listened to her friend when she tried to encourage Imelda to use some hand lotion.

Maybe Poppy will let go of her hand and leave in disgust.

But...Poppy doesn't do any of that. Every so often, she looks up at Imelda, smiling slightly. When they reach the Entrance Hall, she lets go of Imelda's hand and Imelda feels its loss with a pang.

Poppy opens the bag at her side and pulls out two huge yellow and black Hufflepuff scarves. As she's reaching up to wrap one around Imelda, she whispers: "sorry, I only have these. But yellow looks good on you."

Both of them flush and smile at each other and Imelda doesn't know how long they stand before Poppy grabs her hand again, making sure their fingers are laced, and then they are heading out.

Poppy looks more and more excited the closer they get to the Forbidden Forest, but Imelda's never set foot even remotely close to the forest, and she feels quite apprehensive at first. But, Poppy's excitement is exhilarating - Imelda can feel it rolling off of her in waves and despite herself, she begins to feel excited too. They still haven't spoken since leaving Hogwarts, but it's a comfortable silence. Imelda's glad for the scarf - their breath is puffing out in soft clouds as they breathe and it's quite cold - the freezing temperatures in Scottish winters are still something she's never quite gotten used to.

Their boots crunch through the snow-filled landscape - it's nearing dusk and the sky is turning a brilliant shade of orange and pink, but it gets obscured by the tree branches the further into the Forbidden Forest they venture, the golden light only showing in bursts now.

"Almost there," Poppy says breathlessly. She beams up at Imelda, whose breath catches at the sight, before turning back and pulling her faster and faster until they stop in a clearing. They've stopped in the middle, and Imelda looks around.

Here, they can actually see the sky and it is breathtaking in its beauty - the gnarled, naked trees around them twisting and reaching up as if they could try and grasp some of the beauty for themselves. The snow is perfectly smooth and untouched except for the footprints that the two of them have just left. Apart from that, the clearing is nondescript.

This is what Poppy had been so excited to show her?

Poppy gives no explanation for why she brought Imelda to the Forbidden Forest, but she's almost quivering in excitement - Imelda can feel the tension in the hand that's clutching hers tightly. The sun sets lower and lower, the two of them watching it as the colors around them start to fade and mute and then -

Poppy gasps in delight.

There -

A small, dancing, brilliant white light sparks to their left and disappears just as quickly.

"Look," Poppy whispers. Imelda glances over to her - she can barely make out her face in the dimming light, but Poppy seems to be glowing with happiness.

There - again -

More and more of the brilliant white lights appear, glowing and flickering on and off, and moving in almost a pattern, dancing around their heads. Imelda laughs as she watches the tiny creatures fly around them. It's magical and beautiful and -

"I found the snow sprite nest a few weeks ago, when the blizzards started, and I've been observing them since then. I...I wanted to show you and tell you about them the second I found out because I haven't stopped thinking about you but after...well, you know...I just wanted to cheer you up..."

Poppy trails off, looking uncertain when Imelda doesn't say anything in response.

She can't, even though she desperately wants to. Her mouth goes dry as she looks to the girl at her side, who has done all of this, for her.

Poppy looks impossibly lovely in the glow of the snow sprites, as they dance and spark around their heads in a beautiful waving pattern and Imelda doesn't even think as her hand goes to Poppy's cheek. Poppy stops rambling as she looks up into Imelda's eyes.

Then, before she can lose her nerve, Imelda leans forward and presses her lips to Poppy's. It's only the lightest of touches, but her heart is beating so quickly and Merlin, she can't believe she just did that. She quickly retreats, face flaming, but before she can get away Poppy reaches up to cup Imelda's cheeks with both hands and she pulls her forward, her mouth greedy, desperate, as they finally kiss.

When they finally pull away, breathing heavily as their foreheads rest against each other, Imelda can't help the huge smile that's threatening to split her face open. It mirrors the expression she sees on Poppy, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed and she is just so lovely that Imelda can't help but lean forward and capture her mouth again. Their lips mold to each other and it's the culmination of all of their stolen glances, touches, secret wishes.

Imelda Reyes has never been one to do things by halves, after all .

A HUGE thank you to @dom1re and @thingsmaygetalittlecrazy for reading this oneshot recently and leaving me such amazing comments on ao3😭♥️♥️♥️ they made me reread this oneshot & I remembered how much I love it🫶

[hyperref-lex-ia]

lots of common reactions i get as a mute person

all the following are peoples reaction when they assume i am deaf, the most common assumption

- flustered and lifts hands to try and sign and then lowers them when they realize they dont know ASL

- flustered and starts to sputter and talk before settling on mouthing things at me

- mouths “can you lip read”

- talks really loud at me (which wouldnt do much if i was deaf so idk)

- goes to find something to write on

- sometimes if i type on my phone in my notes when i need to say something other than yes or no people will go to literally take my phone from me to type back instead of literally anything else

- signs some of the more common sign, i get thank you a lot (especially in customer service situations, which is where most of these happen)

- if it is someone on the street saying something and they assume im deaf when i sign at them they usually just disregard me which is actually really nice

these next ones are when people dont assume im deaf, which is rarer

- talks to me normal

- talks to me like im dumb

heres a few nice incidents

- guy asked me if i was mute in spanish and i nodded and he asked if i knew spanish and i was like not really lol (live in a heavily hispanic area so i picked up on enough to understand) and he switches to english and shares about a talk he had gone to recently about mutism

- girl working at sonic assumed i was deaf and ran inside just to grab her phone to help me which i thought was really sweet so i just didnt correct her

- just today i was using the self checkout at a gas station and the guy behind the register sees me getting frustrated with the card reader and slides over a piece of receipt paper that says “tap works better” and i am like “i dont have tap” and i decide to just cancel the self checkout and move to him cause hes got good vibes and he holds the bag up and raises an eyebrow allowing me to have a choice in it which i dont often get. when i am leaving he signs “have a good day” super slow and obviously practiced a lot, and the fact that he obviously learned that just in case this happened made me really happy

- every time someone has happened to know ASL in public, its always surprising how many hearing/verbal people know ASL, almost always because they are CODA

- the enthusiastic gay man at my eye doctor who got so excited when he saw i signed even though he doesnt know it, because he thought it was so cool

- every person who goes “oh you speak ASL” and then immediately thinks about thay sentence and kind of 404 errors out as they realize you cant speak ASL

- the tiny middle aged mexican woman who has worked the store at my school the entire time ive been going there who knows me because i always go there for caffeine and snacks, and manages to always communicate with me despite a couple language barriers and will often berate me if i dont get water with my caffeine or if i dont get food, and who also wishes me happy holiday for every holiday that comes around, and was also very visibly worried when i had to rely on a cane for a few months

- my painting professor who always takes so much pressure off because hes so blunt, when i came in with a cane everyone danced around asking about it and he walks in and goes “what the hell happened to you??”, the most recent thing that made me laugh is we were talking and i was using TTS and as we are walking into the studios he goes “im gonna go talk with Ronnie, give your thumbs a break” and then we both started laughing

the worst interaction ive had

- had one of my professors numbers which happens sometimes because it makes life easier and she texted me out of the blue saying she “had a dream she was at my wedding and i spoke my vows” with heart emojis and i did not know this woman at all and i was like…what the fuck…not only is that unprofessional but also ableist

lastly shout out to my friends who translate for me purely off lip reading who dont know ASL

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

JEALOUSY: Luis Serra x fem!reader

Summary: She always thought her lover was the most confident man she's ever met, she never thought Luis Serra'd be able to feel jealous.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Man, writer's block hit me hard again. Sorry for disappearing.

Warnings: nothing, just some fluff because we all need it

•••

She always thought her lover was the most confident man she's ever met. She surely never met anyone who was more open, more extroverted or even flirty than Luis Serra - and she never thought that his charm would work on her that easily. But it did, and now as she did her best to find Ashley Graham, the reason why she was in Spain and the reason why that accidental encounter with Luis happened, she was too distracted to only think about the U.S. or about her obligations and duty. She often found herself thinking about what is going on with his lover when they weren't exploring the grounds together, about where he is, how he is and about what will happen to them after they leave this cursed place behind.

He was a distraction sometimes, but a very handsome and sweet one. One she couldn't be mad at.

And now as she sat on top of a barrel, trying to enjoy the music what was playing in the background, while she patiently waited for Leon to finish at the shooting range, she was once again thinking about Luis Serra, who was right next to her with his hand on top of hers, but he seemed less lively than usual.

"Are you okay?" she asked quietly as she changed their hands' position and put hers on top of his instead.

"Of course I'm okay, cariño. You are right here with me."

"You sure?" she tilted her head, making him know she is serious.

"I am." he took her hand in his and pressed a kiss on it.

She looked back at Leon, who was reloading and then shooting again, seemingly not hearing their conversation.

Leon arrived a few days after she did, mostly as a back up after Hunnigan lost contact with her because of an unfortunate encounter with Mendez. Meeting him again after they spent so much time far away from the other was like meeting a family member. Her favourite family member. It was still awkward though, because the circumstances weren't the best for hugging and being happy. They had a girl to find.

She let out a small chuckle when her friend missed one of the targets.

"Great aim, Leon!" she said teasingly and laughed when she saw his expression.

"You would've never missed that one, cariño." Luis said as his hold on her hand tightened, making her look at his face, observing his gestures.

Compliments from him weren't unusual, God he complimented her ninty-nine percet of the time about everything: her aim, her body, her voice, the very horrible Spanish she spoke; but his eyes were full of love and flirty glint - not like in this moment. Now he just seemed empty. His voice didn't have that silvery tone what was always there when they were alone.

"Luis Serra Navarro," she started, doing her best to sound as serious as possible "don't lie to me. Something is bothering you and you don't want to tell me what it is."

His hold on her hand tightened again and for a moment she thought he will actually look at her and tell her what's wrong. But that wasn't the case. He just wrapped an arm around her waist while he put the other on top of the barrel, trapping her, not wanting to let her go, then he kissed her, successfully clouding her mind. Luis was a passionate lover, that was a fact and it was proven to her multiple times since they met. But she knew this sudden passion and the overwhelming emotions the kiss held were coming from a deeper source. It was rare his kisses were this rough, full of tension.

She put her hands on his shoulders as she gently pulled away, her lips trembling a little. She could feel her cheeks turning red from the realization - where they are, who they are with.

"Nothing is bothering me, cariño. I just wish we could be far away from here so I can finally take you out on the date I promised."

She stared at him for a long time, trying to get her thoughts straight.

Something is bothering him, that's for sure, but what could it be...

And then the realization hit her - dear God how could she be this blind? She let out a chuckle as she brushed her lover's hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She would've never thought that someone as confident as Luis Serra could feel jealous. It just wasn't possible in her mind.

But there were those moments... Calling Leon names, touching her more than usual, calling her on the radio almost every five minutes when they weren't together, the attention seeking...

"Luis Serra, you are jealous, aren't you?"

And then for the first time since they met, she saw him blush - and it was the cutest sight she's ever seen.

"Listen here, corazón, Leon is like a brother to me. I know him since Raccoon City and I never had any romantic feelings for him." she said slowly, making sure he understands and believes it without any doubt. "You on the other hand... Your flirting was working on me since the beginning." she smiled at him lovingly. "I love you."

They were looking at the other in silence for a few short seconds, while she let go of his hair and decided to draw some invisible shapes into his skin right under his jawline.

"I love you too, querida." and just like that the confident smile she loved so much was back. "And after we find the missing señorita we'll finally go on that date."

"I know we will." she returned the smile.

She was about to lean back and finally enjoy the music what was playing in the background, but Luis was having none of that. He took her hand and made her jump off of the barrel, landing close to him. She looked up at him, feeling a bit confused, but then he playfully twirled her around, making her laugh when she almost lost her balance.

"How about a dance before we go?"

"Oh, now you want to dance, huh?"

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Of course I want to, as long as I'm dancing with you."

And Leon, being the friend he is made sure he took his time at the shooting range, letting her have some fun before they have to get out and fight their way through enemies again.

[yxtubers]

𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: matt learns some spanish in order to impress his latina girlfriend

warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed anything

requested?: yes! @fivesumbrella5 tysm i hope i did this justice! :)

a/n: please pardon my spanish - i used google translate so if i got any phrases/words wrong please let me know!

> > >

Matt has always been entranced by you. He loved when you spoke Spanish to him, even though he had no idea what you were saying.

He would always intently listen to you when you spoke to your family and friends, catching onto familiar words that he had begun to understand. He understood the basics, like ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’. Sometimes he wished he could do more, though.

Spanish had always sounded pretty to him, but hearing it come from your lips always sent butterflies throughout his entire stomach.

That’s why he decided he’d learn it for you.

He kept it a secret at first, doing his nightly duolingo lessons in the privacy of his room. The basics were easy enough to learn since he had his fair share of hearing Madi and Laura speak it.

He asked Madi for help occasionally, asking if his phrasing and grammar was correct.

One night while you were coming home from a night out, he let his secret slip.

You just looked so perfect under the yellow lighting of his living room, wearing a gorgeous dress that you had bought for your friend’s birthday dinner.

Wrapping you up in a hug, he snuggled into you, breathing in your scent.

He couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself as he mumbled a quiet “welcome home, preciosa” against your hair.

You pulled back from his hug, your eyes widening.

“No way!” you exclaimed.

No one had ever learned Spanish for you, much less used it to express their love to you. It was incredibly precious that he had taken the time to do it.

His cheeks were dusted a rosy pink as he looked at your overjoyed expression.

“I hope my pronunciation was okay,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

You practically tackled him onto the couch, encasing him in a huge hug. Attacking kisses to his face, you mumbled in between kisses.

“That. Was. Perfect.”

He knew this would make you happy, but never had he expected such a reaction from you.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Sí! Muy bien.”

Giggling at his flustered state, you stood up to finally take your coat off.

“How about we go to bed and I can teach you some more,” you said, your smile threatening to spill out. You couldn’t help the excitement that overtook you.

“Vale, mi amor,” he said, taking your hand in his to lead you to his room.

The new pet name caused your whole face to burn up. How did you get so lucky?

- - -

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@lollibumblebee

@d0wnt0wnstu4n1ol0

@gracietaylorsversions

@20nugs

@thetriplets3

[pedrisbanana]

Threesome with the reader as Pedri’s girlfriend

I think I got a little carried away with this…

Enjoy🍌

Daydream

Pedri was the sweetest boyfriend you could've ever wished for. Surprising you with gifts, inviting you on dates ever so often and tried to make time for you whenever he could despite his rather unusual occupation.

He was gentle as well, especially in the bedroom, showering your body in kisses and making sure you were comfortable while he carried your body through climax after climax. Pedri made every sexual experience, a special one.

You never thought of ever cheating on him. In your mind obviously, god forbid you'd ever touch another man in that way while being in a relationship.

This is why your tried to peel your eyes away from Pedri's best friend right now, who was rubbing his muscled torso dry with a blue Barcelona towel. Sometimes your mind drifted to dangerous thought when it came to your boyfriend's best friend.

„Y/N can you give me my shirt please?" Gavi asked you. You handed it to him, cheeks slightly flushed from staring at him. Praying that both of them didn't notice the effect Barcelona's 6 had on you, you set your eyes on Pedri.

„Thanks for letting me shower here" Gavi said to Pedri, now focused on putting on the slightly oversized white shirt. After training today, the two of them decided to put in an extra hour and joined you for dinner later.

Pedri smiled. „You never say that when I play your personal driver, passenger princess"

„Speaking of that, will you drop me off later?"

„Nah man, just sleep over. I'm too tired"

The three of you decided to watch some TV since it wasn't that late yet.

A few minutes passed when Pedri got up to get a drink from the kitchen. Gavi's voice whispered to you in a low tone as soon as his best friend was out of sight.

„You know, I really try to be respectful but that dress makes it real hard for me not to stare at you" Gavi said with a dry tone, not looking at you.

A blush crept up your neck, up to your cheeks „Gavi-„ you said startled. Instinctively you pulled the hem of the sundress down, which rode up mid thigh while you were cuddling with Pedri earlier.

Suddenly, you felt Gavi's hand on your neck, pushing your hair back to reveal the blushed skin hidden. He looked at you now, big brown eyes darkened. „I like it when you blush, makes me wonder if you also look like this when you get fucked"

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, hoping Pedri wouldn't hear. What has even gotten into Gavi right now?

„Oh she does. It's really delightful when she gets all flushed and sweaty from having my cock in her mouth" Pedri smiled at you innocently, pecking your shoulder after setting the glass of water down. Your lips parted in surprised when you looked at your boyfriend

You were speechless. Pedri never talked like that. Usually his choice of words wasn't so vulgar. Especially not in front of others. He never even kissed you in public, but somehow your body reacted to this situation not with disgust or horror. You felt your nipples harden against the soft material of your sundress.

„Don't make me jealous Pedri" Gavi laughed and Pedri joined in.

„Oh I'm sure she'd let you use her body if you asked her nicely. She thinks I didn't notice the little crush she has on you." Your boyfriend cupped your right breast over the sundress, playing with the hard nub. You folded your legs, a sensation going through your body, trying to hold back your moan. You couldn't believe that Pedri knew, but how could he not, he knew you better than anyone else.

„Look how desperate she is. So cute" Pedri laughed again.

Was your boyfriend really offering you to his best friend ? And were you really turned on by it? Gavi leaned over to you, making you look at him by cupping your cheek.

„Would you like that hm? Pedri and me both having you, mi hermosa?"

The spanish was making it really hard to keep a clear head. Pedri knew what it did to you when he spoke spanish with you. Gavi now too, because he smirked at the way the whole situation startled you.

You took a deep breath, collecting all moral. „I don't know how you imagine this guys, but you can't have me at the same time, being inside of me" your voice sounded surprisingly steady and you tried to underline it with a slight laugh that was immediately cut off by your boyfriend whispering to you, his teeth and tongue teasing the shell of your ear „oh mi amor there's more than one way for both of us to be inside of you"

Gavi's hand already sneaked it's way under your dress, parting your thighs and rubbing the heated flesh up and down, stopping right before your panties every time. He leaned in to give you a kiss, tasting him, you couldn't pull away anymore.

„Don't be rude Y/N, show Pablo how pretty your tits are" With that Pedri pulled the straps of your sundress down and Gavi chuckled into your needy kiss.

Both boys pulled away from you to reposition. Pedri made you lean against his chest, your dress pooling at your waist and Gavi moved to kneel in between your legs. Placing another hungry kiss on your lips, he focused on your chest now. You moaned loudly when he bit down on each nipple and Pedri wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, adding slight pressure, forcing your head to lean on his shoulder. He never did that before, always being gentle and loving but never rough. His other hand pulled his sweatpants & underwear down just enough to reveal his hard cock.

„Jerk me off, mi hermosa" Pedri told you in a harsh tone, which startled you. You had a hard time focussing because his best friend just bunched your sundress around your waist so he could pull off your panties.

Gavi chose to tease you with slow flicks of his tongue and you moaned in protest, just for your boyfriend to tighten his grip around your throat „I'm waiting" He demanded again.

His hot breath against your face mixed with Gavi now teasing your clit, made you shiver. You reached down to touch yourself, after circling your sweet spot, feeling your wetness. Gavi pushed your hand away. Using your own pleasure as lubricant, you started to do as Pedri told you to. You could feel him smirk against your neck.

„Just like that" he moaned, hips thrusting into your hand.

Suddenly you couldn't feel Pablo's tongue on your centre anymore. Looking down to see why Gavi stopped, you made contact with his brown doe eyes, him licking your pleasure off his fingers. Now it was his turn to take his pants off.

He jerked himself a few times saying „Let her go Pedri, she needs to help me out too" Before you reached up to help him. Now kneeling on the couch, stroking both off them up and down, you bent down to kiss the tip of your boyfriend's twitching cock, before teasing it with your tongue. Pedri moaned, one hand in your hair.

„Mmhh Pedro" You moaned before taking him fully. Soon you switched to Gavi, repeating your actions on him as well.

„You were right, she does blush like that" Gavi emphasized his words with a few harsh tugs on your hair.

Pedri pulled himself from your hand and removed his clothing, before positioning himself behind you. You moaned around Gavi, as your boyfriend thrust inside you.

You were trying to not to gag, as Pedri's rough pace forced your open mouth to moan and take even more of Gavi's hard cock into your throat. Gavi took another fistful of your hair to steady himself, now trying to match Pedri's thrusts.

Your head was foggy, all you could think of was the pleasure you were experiencing. Pedri started to play with your swollen clit, making you clench around him, soon bringing you to your release. Lips turning into a disappointed frown when Gavi pulled his length from your needy mouth when he felt your body shake from your orgasm.

„Come sit on my lap bonita" Gavi slapped your ass, while Pedri was still fucking you through your orgasm.

You turned your head and watched Gavi sit down on the couch, as Pedri also pulled himself from you, his hand not leaving your bend waist. Moisture was dripping from the insides of your thighs and you couldn't remember the last time you were so wet.

With shaky legs you crawled over to Gavi, guided by Pedri who helped you settle on his friends' thighs. He started kissing up your neck from behind, until you turned your head sideways to meet his hungry kiss. Gavi's moan as he entered you made you bite down on Pedri's tongue.

Gavi settled for a quick pace, holding your waist with one hand while looking you up and down. It made you feel embarrassingly good.

That was until you felt Pedri's finger against your back entrance. His finger was cold and wet, like he put on some lotion.

„Pedri" you moaned, fingers pulling on Gavi's hair.

„Just relax" you could feel your boyfriends smile against your neck.

Lining himself up against your back entrance, Gavi lifted you up a bit, so Pedri could have better access. With one thrust Pedri was inside of you. The motion made you sink down on Gavi again. You were holding your breath at the intensity shaking through your body. You couldn't move, everything overwhelming you. The feeling of both men filling you up being almost too much to bear. You were thankful that both of them waited until they started moving again.

„Are you okay princesa?" you heard Gavi ask as he caressed your cheek with a peck of his lips. They felt so soft. He was out of breath too, clearly aroused by the earlier activity. The situation was driving you crazy, your body felt shaky and your nails were digging into Gavi's neck since you didn't want to move. With every breath you could feel them both inside of you.

„Yes" you tried to steady your voice, not wanting them to stop. Pedri kissed your neck and started to move slowly, trying to find a matching pace with Gavi, who had closed his eyes.

You soon felt another orgasm building up, yet forgotten who of the two men was rubbing your clit and who was toying with the hardened buds of your breasts. Gavi came while being buried deep inside of you, moaning not understandable spanish into your shoulder, when you followed. Pedri took you into a heated kiss and with a few hard thrusts released himself as well.

Every inch of your body felt numb, barely registering that Pedri moved you to lay on the couch, taking off the sundress still bunched at your waist. You could just nod when he told you that he'll run a bath for you, commenting something about after care to his best friend.

In conclusion, maybe daydreaming about Gavi wasn't as bad as you thought.

A/N: Let me know what you think <3

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 11 - Hell and Back

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, MDNI!, age gap, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, prostitution, violence, dub-con, drug dealing - Narcos Universe, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator in 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, loves! so much happened: i started a new job, i'm studying again, so i'm on crazy hours... anyway, i just hope you like it!

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

Tag: @creedslove | @pedrostories | @mjoee13 | @immyowndefender | @iamsherlocked-1998 | @pedroswife69 | @szde8-blog |

Narrator’s POV

After you busted out of your own office, your mind was rushing, thinking about what to do, people to alert. Ben was, indeed, dangerous, and he had help getting out.

Who's help was the most important and dangerous thing to know.

It had to be big.

Javier counted up until 10 and went up to look for you.

When Javier started to get closer to his and Steve's desk, Steve said:

“Archive room, Peña. But hey, I need to talk to you later.”

Javier just nodded, not being able to relate what Steve meant by that.

As Javier stepped into the messy room, it looked like a messy library.

“Missed me?” - a female voice called Javi, as random hands tried to grab him.

“What the fuck!” - He yelled, dodging the touch. The lights were off, he didn't see who touched him at first, but he knew it wasn't you: the perfume was wrong.

“Oh, Javi, it's me, Valerie… I missed you…” - her voice was making both of you sick. You were jealous, Javi was nauseated.

She tried to kiss him again, but he took a step back.

“Don't touch me, Valerie. Back the hell off!”

You were hidden in the back, hugging your file, hearing Valerie and Javier.

You didn't know what to do, so you waited. You took a breath, calming yourself down.

Your mind was going crazy enough.

“Was there anyone who he didn't sleep with? Oh fuck!” - you thought.

“But Javi…” - her whine annoyed both of you. If you rolled your eyes, Javier probably did the same.

“Valerie, leave me the hell alone! You were a quicky in this archive room. Don't flatter yourself.” - Javier were really fucking rude with her.

You heard steps in heels leaving and the door shutting.

You almost wished to see her face.

“Cariño, I know you're here. I'm not leaving until you act like a goddamn grown-up!” - Javier yelled at you.

“I don't wanna talk, Peña. Not now. I don't wanna say or do anything I might regret.” - You continued to hide.

“Cariño, don't make me find you. You're not gonna like me when I'm mad.” - his tone seemed serious. - “I know I went behind your back, but so did you. It's your last chance to appear.”

You didn't move.

“Your funeral, cariño. Ready or not, here I go…” - He spoke to the darkness.

It felt like a sick joke to you: play hide and seek with Javier.

God, you wish you could kill him.

You had two options: escape the archive room and, by all means, escape once more of Javier or let him catch you.

You scoffed low.

“As if I'd let you win, Peña… Come and get me.” - You thought.

You both started a kind of hunt: you had to get out through the door and Javier had to catch you before it. The room was poorly illuminated by hot, weak yellow lights, while filled with bookshelves and file storage cabinets.

And lots of paper, of course.

You could almost feel Javier get too close sometimes, when you realized: your heels were the ones to blame - clapping on the floor, telling on you.

You took them off, fast and as quietly as you could, and tiptoed around the room, like a kitten.

“Cariño, you can't hide forever… If not now, it's gonna be way worse when I have time to plan on what to do.” - He spoke again, in a way that mixed pain and pleasure, like only Javier knew how.

It went straight to your folds, as if he was just right next.

Any sound seemed like a loud noise and you were trying so hard to keep it down… It all felt like a labyrinth, messing up your senses.

Even breathing was loud.

Your muscles tensed up, you really felt like a prey, a little bunny being hunted by a wolf.

God knows Javier wouldn't have mercy on you. And you needed to buy time.

For a moment, you felt you could run to the door, felt hope that Javier would only hear the door closing and you could escape.

And you did: you ran, but as you arrived at the door, you felt Javier’s hands on your waist, holding you against him.

And as on the first night, you were pressed on the door, facing him. Your file and your shoes were all over the floor.

You could feel his hot breath on you, his body tensed as he touched you. Javier’s blood was boiling with rage and desire.

“Gotcha, cariño… You're gonna hear me, whether you like it or not." - He whispered in your ear.

You tried to move your body, but Javier turned your back to him, held your hands tight and threw his body on you, making it even harder for you to do anything.

Truth be told, he manhandled you like he would do to a criminal.

“Peña, we're here for too long, we need to get out…” - You were nervous, your mind struggling to make a point, while he held you and you could smell his perfume mixed with his scent and sweat, his dick going even harder in your ass. - “It's been too long already, people will talk… We can talk about it later, at my place…” - you're trying to make a deal.

But your voice was barely a whisper.

“No, cariño. You had your shot.” - Javier grunted. - “I'm done with your running away. I'm gonna make my point now, and you're going to pay attention. Are we clear?”

You swallowed hard and nodded positively.

He pinned you with his hips, pissed. You could feel his length getting harder and bigger. Unconsciously, you arched your back like a cat, letting him go further.

Be damned the moment you decided to use pants.

“Words, cariño… Are you gonna listen to me?”

“Yeah, Peña, I'll listen.” - your voice was still low and weak.

It's not like you had a choice, anyway.

“No, cariño, I'm not Peña now. Do it over.”

Javier, for the first time, was being ruthless against you.

“Yes, Javi, I'll listen.”

“See? You really can be a good girl when you want to… Now, here's the thing: We're gonna discuss it in more detail, but, for now, I'm gonna sum it up. I know a little about you and your ex… I know he was a dirty cop, I know you arrested him. Yes, to me, that note was a threat, since we discovered together that he's out. That's what I know. Yes, I went behind your back and talked to Joe about it, I called him. And yes, before we found out about Ben, I was jealous. It's been two months and I already feel like you're mine.” - His tone was low and deep. He said those words, and you wanted to believe him, but you were afraid.

“Peña, I…”

His grip tightened around your fists.

“No, cariño, I'm not Peña now.” - He repeated.

“Javi, come on… I need to get back to work.” - neither you could convince yourself.

“We'll be back in a few, cariño. First things first… Tell me you understood what I said.”

“I did, Javi.” - You continued to feel him getting under your skin. - “Javi, please…”

“Good girl, cariño… Do you believe me?”

His question was sincere. He needed you to believe him.

And as much as your brain insisted you didn't, your heart responded for you:

“I do. I wish I didn't, but I do.”

He also believed you. Javier knew how hard it was for you to admit it, and he would take it under consideration when he punishes you.

His grip loses a bit, so he could hold you with just one of his hands and grab your hair.

God, if you could, you would kill him: you were supposed to be mad, not horny… You could feel your core getting even wetter.

“You're, indeed, such a good girl when you wanna be, cariño…” - he had such a husky voice. It went straight to your folds, as your pussy clenched over nothing. - “After our shift today, I'm going to your place, with a good bottle and an even better cigar. And we're gonna actually have a full conversation about it. Be home at 7.”

You gulped, overwhelmed and sensitive.

“Yes, Javi.”

Javier let go of you, slowly. He got on his knees, just like the first time, as you turned to look at him.

You wanted him to do what he did best: make you cum.

He picked up your heels, put them on your feet, one by one, calmly. He picked up your file, got up, handed to you and said:

“You can go now.” - He got up and kept a friendly distance, as if you never touched each other.

“Why are you so far away, you're not even kissing me goodbye?” - you complained, feeling empty without his touch.

“I'm not touching you again, at least not until we walk through this.”

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and left for your office, banging the door.

At 18:55, you were already at home, ready and waiting for Javier.

“That bastard…” - you cursed Javier.

You spent the whole day rubbing your thighs against each other, craving for Javier. Unholy be that man, who not only teased you in that archive room, but during the day, saying things in a way that kept you still throbbing… Your mind played with his words, his discreet, yet noticed by you, looks, lightly touches that no other human being would suspect.

At seven o'clock sharp, Javier knocked at your door. As you opened the door, he was holding an incredible bottle of whiskey and your favorite cigar.

“Are you gonna let me in?” - he asked, with a playful tone that, right now, you were hating.

“That depends, Peña… Where you want to come in?”- your words had the same tone he used the whole day.

He raised his eyebrows and responded:

“For now? At your apartment, cariño.”

You take a step back and let him in.

At that point, he knew where you kept your things, so he just went to the kitchen cabinet and picked up the scotch glasses and your ashtray.

You observed Javier, it was kinda funny how he just belonged there.

It felt right.

Bother line painful right.

“There you go, cariño. It's probably older than you, this one.” - He handed you a scotch glass, and raised his. - “A toast?”

“To?”

“Solving things up.”

You toasted with him, in silence.

Your mind was still rushing from all that had happened.

“So… Who's gonna start?” - Javier asked as you sat down on the couch.

“I'll, Javi. I gotta warn you, it's bad.”

Javier took a deep breath and held your hand.

“I'm here, cariño. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Okay, Javi… Leave the questions to the end, please. I promise that I'll do my best to answer.”

Javier just nodded.

“My parents never wanted me to be a cop, but never prohibited me as well. They wanted me to be a lawyer or an ADA, whatever. I joined the academy at the same time as college. It was intense, but I knew I was at the right place. I met Ben as soon as I got into the academy. He was already an officer, just before he got promoted to be a detective. As we both know, the drug war is going nuts in the whole US… I was transferred to the DEA.”

You take a sip, as Javier observed you.

“Ben and I…” - you took a deep breath. - “We were an okay couple: people seemed to like us and I liked him. We had a normal life: dates, our families liked us and each other. Nothing alarming… But something always felt… Wrong. Ben never used the word “slut”, but his comments were things like: “why do you wanna try these things? Who fucked you like that?” Or “why do you need a vibrator, I'm not good enough for you?”... In such a mean tone, making me feel bad for having curiosity or desire.”

“Fucking asshole…” - Javier scoffed.

“Until I started an investigation among prostitutes and cicarios that traced all back here to Colombia. Ben wanted me to let him join the investigation, but I couldn't. He wasn't DEA… As it got bigger, we had a closed door operation… Looking back, the rumors started just after… I remember the looks, the pitty, the gossip.” - You scoffed, mocking yourself.

“Cariño…”

“Joe told you, didn't he?”

Javier just nodded.

“ ‘She's such a good cop, but can't even notice what's happening under her nose’ or ‘if he's doing this, probably isn't getting any at home’... but my favorite was ‘she probably knows and ignores it. A woman shouldn't be a cop.’... I only found out about it later. And Ben was so fake…” - your voice had a bitter tone. - “He pretended to support me. He wanted to know how it was going… He said he didn't mind me getting home late and leaving early. He knew it was temporary, that we were meant to be for life… God, how stupid was I…”

Javier tried to hug me, but I raised my hand, holding him back a bit.

“Until the investigation was always traced back to the same NYPD… Ben's station, by the way… Cops were involved, FBI got involved.”

Javi raised his eyebrows, knowing what that meant.

“Weeks later, the day to bust into the main brothel arrived. The adrenaline was so intense inside my veins… My gut was weird, like it was preparing me. We busted in, silent, aiming to the main office. I asked to lock all the “clients” room, arrested the main cicario, it was so satisfying… The clients tried to escape, but couldn't. Joe and I invaded Ben's room, by coincidence, it was the closest to the office. Joe arrested the prostitute and I slapped Ben's face. Joe knew better than saying anything. We had a fight, he tried to be violent to me… But I held him, my rage and frustration gave me the strength. When I showed up with him, everyone was in shock… We took everybody to the station to book'em, but the stupid rookie didn't search Ben properly, and he had a knife. The cicarios all had a specific signature knife, and as Ben was one of them, the cartel gave him one. I interrogated him, it escalated to a physical fight, when Joel and the others came in, he had stabbed me… but not before I gave him a few too…” - You laughed, a bit ironic.

“Joe didn't tell me he stabbed you, Y/N…”

“He feels guilty for it. He was supposed to be there with me, but I didn't let him.” - I responded.

I finally picked my file on the table and showed him a few pictures, investigation, data and records.

“Remember I said to you my brother is an ADA? He was the one who did the trial. It became a family matter… My brother sold himself to the devil to be the prosecutor on this case and it worked. I don't know what he did nor who he sucked up to, but it worked… Ben was convicted, but I don't know how or why he got out.”

“Fuck, cariño…” - Javier didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“I talked to him earlier, they all know, the FBI is protecting everyone's family. If I had to bet, the FBI is investigating something about the US’ judiciary and Ben is the bait.”

In an impulsive act, Javier hugged you, as if he was going to protect you from everything and everyone. His hand went to your scar, caressing it, his hand under your shirt.

You closed your eyes, feeling his soft touch, your eyes watering.

“You never asked about my scar…” - you said.

“Since you told me it was a field scar, I kinda just let it be.” - Javier admitted. - “Now that I know the story… I fucking hate your ex… More than when I talked to Joe.”

You giggle.

Javier caressed your face, played with your hair, like you're gonna break.

“Javi, I'm not a fragile little thing…” - You complained, while he was drying your tears.

“I know…” - He said, holding your cheek, looking deeply in your eyes. He knew you weren't, but he wanted and needed to take care of you.

You, in the other way, needed to feel alive again. You needed to make it hurt.

You needed Javier to make it hurt again.

“Javi...” - you started, with your eyes closed, almost purring. - “Make it go away, please.”

“Cariño, what do you mean?” - he asked, still holding your face in his hands.

“I need to feel alive again, Javi. Make me forget about everything… Make me hurt, please. Like that night, when we got back together.” - You put your hands on his, holding them.

“Cariño…”

“Please, Javi, please…” - You beg, looking at him, desperate.

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Spider headcanons!

ADHD

Aroace and pansexual

He loves pizza. He would eat pizza every hour, every day, every second of his life. One day Norm gave him a slice of pizza. Spider accepted it jumping with happiness. "Give me that! Give me that!" he said and stole the slice of pizza from Norm's hands and he went off nibbling it so as not to finish it all at once. He got into a conversation between Kiri, Neteyam and Lo'ak in the village as he continued to eat the slice of pizza. While he listened the three talking he kept eating the slice of pizza staring at them. The three blue aliens glared at him and Kiri was giggling. "What? I was hungry!" Spider said as he spoke with his mouth full.

Even as soon as he got a little familiar with Quaritch, Spider asked him shyly lowering his head like a beaten dog: "Do you have some..pizza?" he said with puppy eyes (Lyle gave him a slice)

Spider has always loved to pay respect to the Sully parents. Even if he didn't get along very well with them and he thought maybe Neytiri hated him, when they asked him something he always answered with a joyful but respectful tone. He's so silly.

While he is technically the biggest of all but the shortest, he remains the most childish and silly along with Tuk.

He often makes silly faces even to make Kiri laugh if she's down.

He always stumbles. On everything. He can't walk straight. Is there a twig on the ground? He stumbles. Is there a slice of pizza that was probably looking for oh the ground? He stumbles. Is there a stone on the ground? He stumbles.

He makes goofy jokes but they're funny precisely because they're goofy. He makes too many jokes, even at inopportune moments. Are they talking seriously? He makes a joke. They all glare at him and he blushes and looks to the side. "What? It was to defuse!"

He can be a very flirty guy.

In addition to having a small knife and a bow, he has a stick. He is very able and strong with his stick and can be very dangerous when he uses it. He loves to spin it and once hit Lo'ak's face: "PLEASE DON'T TELL NEYTIRI ABOUT THIS I WILL CURE YOUR WOUND!!"

Although he proves to be very confident and sure of himself, he is afraid. He is scared and very insecure of himself. Basically false confidence.

He always kept his pain inside. He never shows it to anyone and hates talking about feelings.

He always try to be nice to everyone.

He hates bullying. He was bullied by some Na'vi and he suffered a lot. He still feels very ridiculous.

Despite everything he's been through he doesn't give up and goes on with life hoping for a miracle one day.

He can speak Spanish quite well.

Even though he is a boy who has lived in nature, many times he can be very intelligent and cunning. He loves science, technology and astronomy. Once he and Norm created an experiment on a flower, another fixed Jake's gun (Norm taught him how to) and he loves to look at the sky. He goes to watch it especially with Kiri. As soon as he sees a shooting star he leaps to his feet and jumps in excitement: "LOOK LOOK KIRI KIRI! A SHOOTING STAR! I SAW A SHOOTING STAR! I I'LL EXPRESS A WISH!". He points to the sky and then kneels down on the ground "praying". "I'll never tell you my wish! It's a secret!" and then he goes to tell it the whole world.

He's lazy. He falls asleep without realizing it in less than a second and then randomly wakes up: "Did I just..fell asleep??"

He suffers from insomnia. He oftentimes has nightmares and when he has them he goes to sleep with Kiri. The kid is too scared.

He listens to pop and hip hop music.

If he had a crush he would probably be very shy and would play with his fingers whenever he saw his crush.

Totally randomly sometimes he goes to hug anyone. He once hugged Lo'ak. "Lo'ak I missed you so much!!"

He has mood swings, lack of patience and fits of rage and panic. When he has panic attacks he tends to almost tear his hair out in horror.

He's afraid of horror movies. If he looks at them twice, however, they have no effect on him. Once they were watching a horror movie in Norm's room and Spider tended to look down, hug Kiri's arm or shelter his head in Kiri's arm. "I-I have to go to the bathroom! Hehe.." At the end he never came back.

He looks like a little angel but he can be very dangerous.

Love and hate physical contact. There are times that he craves it especially from Kiri, times instead when as soon as they touch him he stiffens and does everything to walk away. He feels uncomfortable.

He loves salty more than sweet.

If he had to choose between white chocolate and dark chocolate he would choose white. He loves melting chocolate in his mouth.

He's an iPad kid.

He can be very childish and literally behaving like a child. He hugs Kiri like a baby and a koala and stays in the hug for about 10 minutes. He makes little cute noises like a kid. When he was with Quaritch he loved to watch cartoons while hugging him.

Every time he sees something he likes, he gets "stars in his eyes" and starts jumping for joy.

When he gets angry, he turns red like a little tomato.

He blushes very often.

When he is down or very tired he goes to hug Kiri. She's his only strong point.

This is part. 1! I'll make a part. 2..maybe👺