#nano garcia fic

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE by Gabriel García Márquez.

Currently reading! This has been languishing on the TBR for a While™ and came highly recommended by a bookstore coworker. I'm only a couple chapters in, so far, and the family tree is ~Messy~, but the prose is lyrical and lovely!

[memendoemori]

Getting to Know You

Tagged by: @skiitter

Three ships: Tavstarion has brought me back to writing in an utterly hilarious way so I'm going to champion it. If ships in my own work count there are two that I can't talk about yet because it turns out that you actually have to write the thing instead of daydreaming about it for it to have any kind of merit among folks. Who knew! Excited to put them out there though

First ship: If I say Rocketshipping, do I qualify for a senior discount at Denny's?

Last Song: God's Whisper, Raury (on an OC's playlist)

Last Movie: In theaters? D&D: Honor Among Thieves. At random? Restarted King Arthur: Legend of the Sword last night

Currently Reading: The October Country by Ray Bradbury, Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton, The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia, American Prometheus.

Currently Watching: Foundation! My friend Kiga turned me on to it and I love watching Lee Pace play a villain with the saddest eyes in the entire world

Last thing I wrote: I wrote about 6k words of Tavstarion fic and about 10k words of original stuff in the last two weeks

Currently writing: I'm concentrating on worldbuild for NaNoWriMo and plugging away at the Tavstarion stuff for fun. This is about when I start planning for NaNo and I'm going to attempt an actual outline this go to use as a roadmap instead of pantsing it - I think that's where I'm having trouble. I run out of steam after hitting about 60k words and lose interest altogether, so I believe the key for this year will involve more planning.

Tagging: @tokidokifish @linnfoster @lalibertalia

[cacoetheswriting]

rain on me - nano garcia

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of sex, fingering Word Count: 1.2k Requested By: anonymous : “A nano garcia imagine, reader is giving him silent treatment and he tries to make up with her.” A/N: this turned out kinda smutty..

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“Well, I better get going.” You said smiling at Samuel. The brown haired teen nodded and watched you get up off the couch. “Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as you gathered your things. “No thanks Samu.” 

“I’ll take you home.” - it was Nano who spoke, you didn't even realise when he appeared in the room. “It’s pissing cats and dogs out there Y/N. Let me drive you.” You didn't protest; mainly because that would involve talking to him. Nano followed you out to the car. He closed the passenger door behind you and jumped in behind the wheel.

“Still not talking to me?” He asked with cheek. You ignored him and looked straight at the road ahead. “Come on Y/N! How can you still be mad at me?” You didn't answer. Nano sighed and started the car. 

The ride to your house was silent except for the old-timer music playing through the radio. That mixed with the sound of raindrops hitting against the moving vehicle created a somewhat soothing atmosphere when in fact it was anything but that.

It all started a couple of weeks ago. Drunkenly, and hastily, you jumped into bed with Nano. What was maybe the best sex of your life started a downward spiral in your friendship. The two of you always teased and flirted with each other yet there was a mutual understanding that nothing was ever going to happen, until it did. 

After that you would hookup every chance you got, chasing the feeling you felt when you first got together. However no matter how hard you tried, figuratively and literally, nothing compared. Soon it started causing fights proving that friends with benefits does not work. 

Then a couple of days ago you caught Nano with some girl he picked up at a bar. A strange feeling overcame you - jealousy. You confronted him. He got mad because no-one ever said anything about exclusivity. He was right and that bothered you more. What drew the line however was when he called you a slut.

Well, he didn't use those exact words but it was implied: “I can't be the only dick you suck, look at you.”. Perhaps he didn't really mean it but he said it and it hurt. Thus the silent treatment began.

Now you were stuck in car with him. The drive from their apartment to your place wasn't long but it felt like eternity. Before everything happened the two of you could joke and talk about literally anything - he was one of your closest friends after all.

The light turned red. Nano stopped. You could feel him tilt his head slightly and look at you. “I told you that meant nothing to me, it was just sex.” ‘It was just sex with us too, remember?’, you thought. “What can I do to make this up to you Y/N? I just want us to be us again.” ‘Because you miss the sex or because you miss me?’, you thought.

The light turned green. Sighing, Nano turned his attention back to the road and once again began driving. At this point the tension in the car could be cut with a knife. 

“You know what Y/N, I’m not doing this.” The car came to a stop on the side of the road. “I’m not driving you any further until we can hash this out.” You rolled your eyes and reached for the handle. Nano scoffed. “You would really rather walk the rest of the way in this awful weather than talk to me? That’s fucking childish Y/N!” 

Angrily, you turned to look at the dark haired boy. “Fuck you Nano.” 

“Oh so you’re talking to me now?” “No I’m not, fuck you.” “That’s pathetic Y/N. You don't talk to me for days, I’ve apologised on multiple occasions, and all you can do is tell me to fuck off?!” “You don't even understand what you did wrong so how can I accept your apology!” You screamed and rushed out of the car into the rain slamming the door behind you.

“Why don't you tell me what I did wrong then!?” You heard Nano shout after you. You stopped in your tracks and turn to look back at him as he walked around the hood of his car.

“I can't be the only dick you suck, look at you.” You repeated the words he directed at you not so long ago. “That’s why you’re so mad? That was a compliment!” “A compliment?! In what world was I supposed to take that as a compliment Nano! You practically called me a slut!” 

At this point you were drenched. Your hair was wet, sticking to your face. Your dress was soaked, water dripping down your bare legs. And there was definitely water in your shoes. 

“You’re being crazy Y/N.” “So now I’m a crazy slut.” “You are literally picking at words that I’m not even saying, that’s crazy.” “Whatever Nano. Just go back to that slut I caught you fucking!” 

“Aha! I knew that’s what this was really about. You’re jealous!” “Why would I be jealous?!” You scoffed, throwing your ams up in the air. “Because you like me.” “How cocky of you.” 

You wanted to walk away yet Nano grabbed you by the arm before you could do so. He pulled you in hard into a kiss. The surprise act caused you to squeal against his lips. Nano took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, your tongues now dancing together. 

You were both soaking in the downpour. Rain ran down your face as you tangled your fingers in Nano’s wet hair. His lips travelled from your mouth down your jaw, he kissed the drops off your face in the process. You leaned your head back letting him kiss down your neck. 

“If this is another apology-” You whispered but Nano cut you off. “This is me trying to make it up to you.” He bit softly into your neck and you cried out in pleasure. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even realise Nano had you leaning against the side of the car - how you got here you had no idea. 

While his hands moved up and down your waist, he used his knee to part your legs. He pulled your dress up with one hand. The other reached and grabbed your breast through the garment - although given how stuck to your skin the dress was, you might as well have been naked. 

Nano ran his hand down your panties, quickly pulling them aside. He pressed one finger into you causing a moan to escape your lips. You could feel his cock harden against your thigh.

Your expression of pure joy pushed him to go deeper. He pushed in a second finger and probed you while his other hand massaged your breast. Vigorously,  he massaged your clit as rain ran down your bodies. 

“Fuck-” An orgasm overcame you faster than you wanted but before you could control yourself, make the moment last longer, a loud moan escaped your lips and your hips started to shake. 

Satisfied with himself, Nano pulled his fingers out of you and wiped the sticky substance on your thigh. “How was that baby?” He whispered against your lips. “I’m still pretty angry with you.” You whispered back. “I think we should get back in the car so you can take me home and continue making it up to me.”

Nano licked his lips. “I guess it’s only fair.” “I think so too.” You pulled him in for a kiss before hopping back in the car.

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-> About Me (navigation)

Call me Alex. Born 2006, i’m a native indian student in high school. i like to write excessively in freelance times and make oddly specific playlists. 5SOS, One Direction enthusiast. It’s all about the aesthetic <3. I really love cats so please flood me with them. I love using emoticons :)

-> About My Writing

I mostly write contemporary fiction with diverse character representation. Number one enemies to lovers trope stan even though found family comes a close second. I also write fantasy (i love worldbuilding) and different genres to refresh. requests for drabble and fics are open! but it might take time since i get flooded sometimes.

-> About My WIPs (masterlist)

One Shots and Drabbles in Masterlist

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Hey Micah (ongoing)

In which ayla has been in love with her best friend for as long as she has known life but his fate has other plans for him and alyssa.

“and i know in the depths of my heart that whatever happens to the three of us, we’ll always make it though. back to each other. home”

best friends to lovers | teen fiction | diverse | coming of age | forbidden love | feel good | found family | second chance love

tw // major character death

Oblivion Of Everything (camp nano)

In which ten nights and a whole lot of coffee changes the connections between an insomniac and a sleepyhead, who just want to know what life is.

“whatever you do, don’t fall asleep” “well that’s ironic”

enemies to lovers | new adult | diverse | feel good | late nights | rivalmance | philosophy

tw // insomnia

Noah And Peyton

in which two 15 year old best friends agree to date each other if they can’t find love till 19, and Noah is determined to not let Peyton’s relationships last.

“we made a pact, pey, and i’m just following it. break my heart, but don’t break the pact. or it’s gonna break us,”

best friends to lovers | diverse | coming of age | teen fiction

tw // eating disorder // assault

Xavier

in which a gang leader’s daughter is arranged to marry the world’s biggest mafia leader. Xavier Blackheart has been putting up a shield all his life, only to be ripped apart by Catherine’s diamond dagger, and she’s the queen he never asked for.

“i’m a spitfire, and he’s ice cold. i wait for the day he’s gonna melt and i’ll finally be able to see the boy beneath him. because as much as i hate to admit it, i know he’s there, trying to hold on to life while the world crumbles around him,”

enemies to lovers | arranged marriage | mafia romance | rich broken bad boy | found family | diverse

tw // violence and gore // assault

She’s The Man

in which a neurodivergent girl dresses up as a boy to attend the most elite prep school to study and change the world, and she does. with the help of two twins, no less.

“I’d never really wondered how i’d look in a boys uniform. Until today, of course,”

“I might be able to live without one, because life goes on whether we want it to or not, but i certainly don’t want to. Live without you, that is. My world has two suns and i’m just as grateful to be their whole universe.”

bold female | twins | polyamorous | not that cliche | elite academy | diverse | neurodivergent

Ashton Garcia and the Teenage Side of Things

in which a non binary pansexual Ashton Garcia tries to discover themselves while still struggling through the hell that is high school. coming out? therapy? fake friends? what has their life come to? they try to find all the answers by themselves, and realise along the way that sometimes, it’s okay to be different and it’s okay to accept help. they’re not alone, not if Tyler Jones has anything to do with it.

“the words on the billboard blurred as my clothes became wet in the rain and i couldn’t believe that, standing there, someone accepted me more than i accepted myself. and what do you know, it was a mind boggling feeling on its own,”

non binary | pansexual | diverse | found family | high school au | trans mc |

tw // minor transphobia and homophobia

Breathe - letter side project

a project that will contain letters for aesthetic topics and just normal every day things observed through the eyes of a visionary, with all of the freshness of new ideas and optimism and deep things. a salvation of sorts. words that are too different to merge into works but too important to not share with the world.

“it was a cluster of lost droplets falling onto the ground with ferocity, as if they'd lost their way home and had surrounded us with melancholy. seems that someone unravelled the bright cloud and poked it enough for it to break, to turn dark and broken and finally let go of the weight it was holding. only if the sun had been shining now, the sadness could have been converted into a beautiful spectrum of colours, a companion to the endless tears of the cloud, a smile in the darkest depths of the broken world.”

aesthetic | letters | philosophy | visionary | deep

We’ll Never Die (5SOS fanfic) (30k)

in which michael clifford and his fan meet on an airplane and the walls he’s built fall for her.

fanfiction | rock star x fan | hurt/comfort | found family | coming of age | can be read as standalone

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TERFs / queerphobic / racists / ableists / nsfw

-> Tag Lists

1. everything

@neptune-falls @metanoiamorii @thescatteredscribbles @little-boats-on-a-lake @talesofsorrowandofruin @w-l-ink @baguettethebooklover @euphoniouspandemonium @wannabeauthorzofija @lady-of-himring @the-writing-avocado @ink-fireplace-coffee @your-local-bi-disaster @a-completely-normal-writer @felonyfairy @cool-but-confused @47crayons

2. Hey Micah

@mel-writes-with-her-dragons @zoya-writes

3. BREATHE

@zoya-writes @unbalancedscale @just-colorful-regret

[godofplumsandthunder]

Matters of The Mind - Prologue

Pairings: Bucky x OFC, OFC Main Character

Warnings: Abusive relationship (Mild in this chapter), Talk about Corpse (Job related), Swearing

A/N: This is the first chapter of the fic off for @marvelgirl7​ This is also what you get when you mix a quarantine and pain medication together. Hope y’all enjoy.

Auburn leaves cover the grounds where Lacy Garcia, a rising star in the F.B.I, stands. It struck her odd that the FBI was called out for a murder in New York City. A city with such a cosmopolitan was bound on having a higher murder rate. That was simple statistics. To say that Lacy was disgruntled about her assignment would have been putting things nicely. She was an up and coming star of the FBI, eyes set on becoming the youngest director. So a trivial murder case wasn't what she wanted. She needed something big, something drastic. But, Lacy was an agent, and that meant following orders. As she made her way to talk to the forensic team, she was already thinking about her next case. Maybe she could take down a Nazi cell, that would make for some good press. Lacy's thoughts were interrupted by one of the forensic scientists.

"Agent Garcia! I think you should see this. In my 15 years with the NYPD, I haven't seen anything like this."

Laying face up, naked, was a man, probably in his thirties. A clear, crisp cut marked his throat. But perhaps the most remarkable wound was on his left arm. A generous chunk of flesh was missing from the man's arm. Bite marks encompassing the well.

"What kind of animal did this?" Lacy asked, her mind now intrigued by the case.

The forensic scientist, with a grim and solemn look, etched on her face replied, "This was no animal. Those bites were made by a human."

This wasn't the average murder. This was something bigger. Much bigger. Something that would change Agent Lacy Garcia's career forever.

On the other side of Manhattan, in a 19th-century mansion, sat Renee Stark, daughter of the famous Howard and Maria Stark, and brother of Tony Stark, a.k.a Iron Man. She always had big plans for her life. She, like her brother, was incredibly brilliant and talented. At the young age of 11, she not only became one of the youngest master graduates in the world, but she also designed her first nano bit controlled prosthetic limb, which would change the lives of thousands of amputees. Now 28 and in an abusive relationship, Renee is shocked at how her life has turned out. Dating Captain Steven Grant Rogers should have been a fairy tale. He was America's golden boy, flag bearer of all things good and righteous. He would most defiantly treat a dame with love and respect. And that's how things were in the beginning. Steve met Renee at one of the infamous Stark gala's. Her own brother, Tony, introduced her to the Captain, clearly giving his blessing. And for the first month, things were going well. But, things started to turn to the worst when Steve decided to move.

"Come on Renee, I feel like this would do us a whole lot of good. We're too cramped in here with everyone else. I found this place on the lower east side of Manhattan. It's perfect for us." That's the story Cap wove, to get her alone. Renee relented moving, but Steve's argument did have some reason for it. So, with hope in her heart, Renee decided to leave her home, to start a new one. And with her bending, phase 1 of the Captain's plan was completed. Next was the cleaning.

"Renee, don't you see how dusty this place is? Don't you know how bad my allergies get?" This seemed like an odd argument for Renee. Doesn't he have the serum that gets rid of all of that?

"Then why don't we hire someone to come clean?" Renee argued back. That's what she grew up with and she came out perfectly fine. But the Cap didn't agree with that.

"Can you stop being a stuck up, rich, and snooty bitch? I don't want some stranger to clean my house. I want MY woman to clean it." Renee gulped, scared, and she silently relented to his wishes. Her complacence opened the flood gates of this darker, meaner side of Steve.

This side of Steve seemed to flourish in this social isolation. He wouldn't let you go to team events, saying that you were under the weather. He installed a blocker on your phone, giving him the power to chose what texts and calls were sent and received. All while being a two-faced coin.

Renee could feel her health slipping. Not her physical health, no, Steve wouldn't allow that. He needed her health, to carry his seed. No, it was her mind that was slipping. She would find herself slipping in and out of consciousness. Losing track of what she was doing. She could no longer focus on her tech work, hell, she could barely focus on a conversation. Like today, Steve was ranting to her about how Secretary Ross was being a pain in his ass, and how things would go a hell of a lot smoother if he was out of his life. During all of this, Steve's voice starts to fade out, her vision goes out too, and next thing she knows is that Renee is in the study, a book in hand, and no memory of how she got there. This was happening more often. Renee was losing control, and that was scaring her. How can someone not know what they are doing? Is she even safe to be around anymore?

Lacy Garcia sat in her hotel room pouring over the evidence from today. There had to be some M.O. in this case. If it wasn't for the bite mark, she would have written it off as just another mugging gone wrong. But Garcia was convinced that those bite marks meant something. They had too. She was starting to fall down the rabbit hole, caught between her desire to sleep and to work when her phone went off.

"Garcia," she replied as she listened to the caller. "Yes, I'll be right over, sir." Another murder, this time outside of Brooklyn. She gathered her badge, pistol, and was headed out the door.

At the crime scene, Lacy is met with a flurry of FBI and NYPD officials all shouting orders. The scene looks like total pandemonium. She flashes her badge and makes her way to the victim. This time, there was a privacy tent, and officers fending off members of the press. Lacy thought that this was odd. A murder in New York never gets this much press coverage. It was when she saw the body, she understood the media coverage.

Staring right at Lacy was the body of Secretary Ross, with the trademark bite marks and missing flesh on his left arm. This was the second murder in less than 24 hours, with the same M.O. Clearly, the killer was becoming more confident in their ability to evade police. This made them even more dangerous. But when people become cocky, they become reckless, they become easier to catch.

And Lacy Garcia was determined to catch them. Not to advance her career. This was something much bigger. If their unsub would target such a prominent figure, all of New York is in danger. Something was brewing, Lacy could feel it. Something bigger than anyone could have expected.

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💖 AO3 Questionaire stolen from twitter, fill it out and tag your mutuals!

Tagged by @adorablecrab

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

It’s my Chinese name, the same name I try to use for every account to reduce confusion

2. Favourite fanfiction trope?

Friends to lovers if that even counts

3. Favourite place to write?

My usual spot on the couch

4. Favourite ships in your current fandom?

There are a lot of ships I like in a low-key sort of way, but Enjolras/Combeferre is the only one that I will live and die and make lots of fanwork for

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

I don’t know, it just happens usually. Sometimes just sitting down and trying to write helps get my thoughts flowing more freely

6. What program/app do you use to write?

Depends. Usually Evernote for first drafts of shorter stories so that I can switch between my computer and phone/tablet easily. I’ve been trying to use Scrivener more for longer stories because it’s AWESOME for organization and jotting down reminders for yourself. It’s saving my ass during NaNo

7. List your zodiac sign, favourite ice cream flavour, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Aquarius, cherry garcia, Slytherin, and pineapple pizza is not my thing but mostly I’m angry everything that has pineapple is somehow Hawaiian. 

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

Hahaha whyyy. The Truth We Owe The Dead left me literally sobbing at points, and Un rêve peut mourir left me feeling dead inside for a solid week after reading it, and I still can’t even look at it years later. Only survivor fics ruin me.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Dammit the fic I was going to list was taken down, and I am HEARTBROKEN, but I also found On Burnt Lilacs and Public Safety, which is just as funny and brilliant

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

Le printemps de l’hiver is the most perfect Enjolras/Combeferre fic I have ever read, and it gave me the exact WONDERFUL heartache I want when reading a friends to lovers story involving my OTP

Special mention to La gauche et la droite as well, though, for the same reasons

11. List your kinks.

Is teasing a kink? Though apparently I have a habit of writing people having sex in non-traditional locations, so maybe that too

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

I don’t know; I don’t think my ideas are all that special. Mostly I write things that I want to exist, or things I want to write as a personal challenge (like my Courfeyrac/everyone series)

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

Outlining as much as possible

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

-Marceau, my NaNoWriMo novel, in which Marceau Guérin (a medical student and boyfriend of Combeferre’s) learns about love and radical politics

-A Courfeyrac/Bahorel fic in which Courfeyrac takes Bahorel’s advice to Joly and Bahorel realizes he has created a monster with the ass and thighs of a god

-A Courfeyrac/Enjolras fic in which Courfeyrac makes friends with the polytechniciens and Enjolras is forced to go to a party

-A ficlet where Bossuet invites a temporarily homeless Enjolras and Gilbert the Cat to stay with him

-A fic in which Enjolras’ grand aunt visits Paris and Combeferre is Stressed Out about it

I have other ideas ruminating, but these are the main ones

This got long, sorry. Tagged @artificialities, @ratheralark @robertawickham, @combeferre and @kcrabb88

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finally - nano garcía domínguez

Fandom: Elite Pairing: Nano García Domínguez x Female!Reader Warnings: mention of drinking and smoking, cursing Word Count: 1,045 Request By: anonymous : “More Nano x Reader please!! It’s up to you what to write.”

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Bright neon lights beamed through the windows and illuminated the streets outside. Cigarette smoke filled the stairwell, it was hard to breathe. Rowdy teenagers crammed into every corner of Samuel’s and Nano’s apartment laughing. Loosely hung fairy lights brightened every inch of the space and created a possible hanging hazard.

The music was as loud as thunder. Voices talking over one another generating a heavy buzz. It was hard to think, even harder to interact. 

Someone handed you a drink. You immediately put it down - there was no way you were going to consume an unknown substance. With your hands hiding in the pockets of your denim jacket, you tilted your chin up and scanned the room for a familiar face. 

Samuel stood leaning against the entry to his kitchen. A bottle of beer in one hand, he scraped the label habitually with the other using his thumb. You pushed through the party towards him, he smiled when he saw you. 

“Hey.” “Hi.” “Let me get you a drink.” “Okay.” You followed him into the kitchen and gracefully accepted a bottle of beer.   

“I didn't think I’d be seeing you tonight.” Samuel stated standing across from you. “I had a last minute change of heart.” He nodded. “Does my brother know you’re here?” You shook your head, “No.”. “Well let me go find him.” Before you could protest Samuel was out of sight.

The music got louder. As the bass pumped harder the chatter of the teenagers increased with it. People were now screaming in order to communicate. 

Sighing, you wandered back into the crowd. 

A number of girls stumbled into you asking for the bathroom, the apartment was quite small so it wouldn't have been that hard to find but you indulged and pointed your finger in the right direction. A couple of obviously horny boys tried hitting on you by offering alcohol or smokes, quite sad you thought. 

Someone grabbed your arm just above the elbow and pulled you into one of the bedrooms. Unlike the rest of the place, the room was dark except for a small lamp on the bedside table. The person swiftly closed the door behind you.

You turned around to find Nano grinning down at you. “Heard you were looking for me.” Your first instinct was to hit him for the fright he gave you, which you did but he just found it amusing. 

“Idiot.” You whispered under your breath loud enough however for him to hear you clearly. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, completely silent apart from the thumping coming from the rest of the party. “I wasn't looking for you.” You stated after composing yourself. “No?” He questioned, slight smirk building up in the corner of his mouth. “No.”

Nano lifted his hands across his chest as a sign of surrender and walked passed you. He sat down on the bed kicking off his shoes and leaned back fully so that his back was against the wall. He patted the spot next to him as an invitation to join him, you did without hesitation.

Once again, the two of you just looked at one another in silence which you were the first to break. “Samuel doesn't know, does he?” You asked making the small smile on Nano’s face fade. “That I slept with his best friend?” He said sarcastically. “No, I didn't tell him.” “I didn't either.” 

You bit your bottom lip unsure of what to say next. Nano’s eyes lowered to your mouth as he lifted his drink and took a sip before meeting your gaze again. The dim light of the room reflected in Nano’s eyes only drawing you in more. He had beautiful eyes. 

 “So what do we do now?” Your voice cracked as you asked the question. Deep down both of you knew the right thing to do was to forget the whole thing even happened, to move on. The curly haired boy smiled softly as he looked down at the drink in his lap. 

You’ve never met anyone that made you feel the way Nano does. Around him you’re comfortable and free, as if he took a hammer to all the walls you built up over the years and one by one smashed them down without hesitation. 

“Is it bad if I said I want you?” Nano whispered meeting your wandering gaze. He smiled softly, lifting one hand and placing it on your cheek. He shifted his body so that he was now fully facing you and leaned in slowly. “Nano-” “Stop me if this isn't what you want.” 

Maybe moving on was the correct thing to do but it definitely wasn't what you wanted. The boys you dated previously only did you wrong. With Nano things felt different, and you hoped he wasn't like the others. 

His hot breath hit your skin as he whispered your name. Without thinking, you placed your hand on his chest. Your fingers grabbed onto his top as you pulled yourself in a little closer. Your body was shaking, you were terrified but you can't resist. 

Within seconds his lips were on yours. It was one of those open-mouthed kisses, very sexual, and your lips fit like two puzzle pieces. Slowly, you laid on your back and Nano settled on top of you without breaking the heat. The two beer bottles fell to the ground spilling the leftover content all over the floor. 

Your hands work their way around his body, feeling each line of his perfect physique. Nano’s hands venture down your waist, also exploring. His lips travel from yours down your chin and neck. You let out a soft whimper which makes him smile against your skin.

The two of you were so lost in the moment and in each other you didn't hear the bedroom door opening. Screaming sounds of the party filled the moments ago silent space. 

“Finally!” Nano pulled away immediately and turned his head to find his younger brother leaning against the doorframe. “Finally the two of you got together, I couldn’t stand the sexual tension anymore.” Samuel grinned and winked as your face flushed red from embarrassment. 

“Next time lock the door.” He added before leaving you and Nano alone again.

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[cacoetheswriting]

nsfw alphabet - nano garcía domínguez

A/N: (Request): The title says it all so a smut warning is in place.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex?)

You haven't been with anyone who's as affectionate after sex as Nano. He always makes sure you’re okay, helps you get yourself cleaned up, and gets you anything you may want or need. Not to mention his warm embrace and forehead kisses. 

B = Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nano doesn't have a favourite body part of his to be completely honest. He take pride in his hair, and he knows a lot of girls fall for his smile but he wouldn't choose a favourite. Same goes for you. He thinks you’re beautiful all around and it would be an injustice to pick what he loves the most. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He loves to cum on you rather than in you. The look of your naked body covered in his sticky juices drives him crazy all over again. Nano likes how his cum glistens against your bare skin, although nothing beats the feeling of filling you up every now and again. 

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nano enjoys to watch you strip. He’ll sit back on the bed or make himself comfortable on the coach as you enact a striptease purely for his enjoyment. On some occasions he will even video it to re-watch later, with your permission of course.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s “been around the block”, if you know what I mean, therefore he’s definitely experienced. Nano knows all of your weakest spots, he knows exactly how to use them against you. He knows just how to tease you so you’re dripping wet before he even lays a finger. 

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle or cowgirl. No explanation needed.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He can actually be quite playful during sex. It all depends on the mood the two of you are in, but he doesn't see goofing around and laughing while having sex as a bad thing. Plus you love his laugh.  

H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s not too fussed about how he looks down there but whenever he gets the chance he’ll trim a little, more for his own comfort than anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Nano is not the worlds biggest romantic as he’s actually been afraid of romance for a long time. Only recently he started to grow intimately with you and displaying that intimacy in the bedroom.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

There’s no denying that he masturbates, but he much prefers sex and all the feelings that come with the act rather than just beating his meat alone. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's not the kinkiest of people but there are definitely a few acts that he likes to repeat in the bedroom. Choking, spanking, and of course calling you names like “baby girl”.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Who cares? The kitchen counter, the couch, the floor, up against the wall, in the bedroom, in the pool, in the car, his house or yours, at his work - you name the time and place, he’ll be there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your fearlessness and spunk stand out. Your foul mouth is another thing on the one list. Apart from that, anything related to you with your physical appearance is an obvious stimulator. 

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you, intentionally or unintentionally. Nano hates to see you cry and in pain, yes he’s into the occasional choking but he's aware of his strength and how much you can take.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc,)

Undeniably Nano likes when you’re on your knees in front of him working at his belt buckle. He loves to watch you take his impressive erection into your sweet little mouth and work your tongue, sending him into a total azure. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Nano can get quite wild. The pace is usually pretty fact, both of you like it that way. Everything is fuelled by unimaginable lust and an immense desire for more. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s quite the advocate for quickies. If you’re in the mood at any given time why deprive yourself and wait? If he can take you then and there for a quick release of pure bliss, why not?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Nano is the definition of ‘risk taker’. Both of you love the thrill of experimenting with one another which makes your sex life that much more exhilarating. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has the stamina of a horse. His endurance is greater than anyone you’ve ever been with. He can go for hours if you’re up for it, round after round without getting breathless.

T = Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s actually not a fan of toys. If you want to he'll use them, but if he has the choice he prefers to work magic with his mouth, fingers and most importantly his dick.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You’re the bigger tease in the relationship because you know exactly then affect you have on Nano. Whispering dirty things in his ear while you’re out in public, sending him cheeky nudes while he’s working or even breaking the kiss mid make-out session just to pretend you’re not flustered and get his gears really riding. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

There’s definitely a lot of low grunts and groans, which are sexy as hell. He likes to whisper what he’ll do to you when he's fingering you and call you names such as “baby girl”.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon for the character)

Something Nano likes to do is take you for unexpected long distance drives. He’ll pack some beers and snacks, find an isolated spot to park where no-one will see or interrupt you, and get freaky in his car.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Lengthwise he’s above average, a good size for you. He’s on the thicker side which helps with hitting all the right spots.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

To simply say ‘high’ would be an understatement. You could sigh and he would take you then and there. He’s always thinking about you and longing for the next time he can get you alone.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nano will watch you fall asleep first. He’ll caress your back as he tells you a story, most likely something about your future together. He’ll listen to your breathing and only when he’s sure you’re sleeping will he drift off.

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trouble | nano garcía domínguez

Fandom: Elite Pairing: Nano Garcia Dominguez x Female!Reader Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing Word Count: 876 Summary: You tend to Nano’s wounds after a bloody fight. It’s not the first time you've done this for your best friend but you wonder should it be the last.

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His knuckles were bruised and blood was slowly dripping down his face. There was swelling above his right eye and his nose looked as if it was broken - he was a gory mess.

“Hey.” Nano managed to mumble at you. He stumbled forwards, falling into your arms and you barely managed to hold him up. You guided Nano to the couch and slowly helped him sit down comfortably. 

“I’m sorry baby.” He whispered. 

Within a few minutes you were back by his side with the first aid box. You began to clean off his face. The bleeding had slowed to barely a trickle, the white towel soon turned an off red from the blood. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” A hint of frustration in your voice. “You promised you would stop with this nonsense of getting into fights.” Nano sighed, he wiped a spot of dried up blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up to meet your concerned look.

When he didn't say anything, you grabbed the distilled water. “This is going to sting.” Gently, you wiped around his bruised eye. The swelling had only gotten worse and you knew it was an inevitable black eye.

With your fingers, you lightly brushed his hair away from his face. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, just tell me what happened.”

You knew he had been drinking. You could smell the mixture of beer and cigarettes off of his clothes and breath. Nano and alcohol never mixed well, he would get impulsive and unpredictable. If someone crossed him while he was drinking this is the kind of situation landed himself in. 

“I was just out with Christian.” He began as you finished up tending to his wounds. “Then these dirtbags came up and honestly baby I don't even know who said what but before I knew it we were beating the shit out of each other.”

“Nano-” “I’m not proud of it.” 

You first met Nano in your last year of school. You were a transfer, new to the town, and he was the only person that was nice to you. There was talk of Nano being trouble, your parents warned you not to get involved because they heard from someone at the local store he was up to no good. 

Often, he would show up at your door in the middle of the night covered in blood but with a grin on his face. He called quite often from a jail cell were he was held overnight for stealing or getting into heated fights. 

His temper was also the cause of many arguments with you. Although he never got physical because despite the words that came out of his mouth his last intention was to hurt you. 

You sighed. Nano got up onto his feet and headed towards the kitchen, you followed. He poured himself a glass of water and leaned against the counter. 

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take Nano.”

His eyes jolted from the ground up to meet yours. You stood hesitantly at the door leaning against the frame. Nervously, you were playing with the hem of your top. 

“What are you saying?” Nano furrowed his eyebrows. He placed the glass of water on the counter without looking away from you. “What are you saying Y/N?” 

“I got a job offer in Barcelona and I think I’m going to take it.” 

Without saying a word, Nano wrapped his arms around you. They tightened around your waist, his head rested against yours as he took in the lavender smell of your hair. His heart was racing, you could feel it against your chest. 

The two of you stood like that for a moment. Complete silence enclosed around you and you could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. 

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” Nano said finally breaking the silence. “How much I admire you?” Nano pulled away from the embrace and placed his hands on either side of your face. “And I am sorry that I put you through all this shit. I'm sorry I give you so much trouble.” 

Tears were slowly falling down his face. “This is an unfair question of me to ask you but please don't leave me, I cannot do this without you.” “Nano-” He leaned in and kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, you felt as if you were melting into him. 

Over the years you and Nano because really close friends, a lot of people even thought you were dating. He would hold your hand, he would have one arm around your shoulder whenever you would hang around his friends, he would kiss your cheek and your forehead. Nano would do all the typical soft boyfriend things even though he never asked you to be more than a friend.

Nano pulled away slowly. He was smiling. 

“What if I tell you the next time I get into a fight it will be over you?” He chuckled which made you laugh. “If you stay, I promise I will only use my fists only to defend your honour.” 

He leaned in and kisses you again. 

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