#or maybe someone wants to para something with me?

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 3.2k words

fic masterlist previous part pt seven next part

angst but kinda fluffy? straight after; mention of past violence (minor) — you wanted to know what those spanish sentences miguel made you say meant, him having kept that to himself. and when you do, having scouted miles, you’re left…well…shocked. your friends are also left shocked wondering who asked you to say those things. when you go to question miguel about it you find him in a state you’ve never seen him in before.

You had desperately wanted to translate the Spanish Miguel had chosen not to tell you. So much so, that you had began to scout HQ for a Spanish native speaker. You were too prideful to use your phone for translation, plus Miguel said nothing on not asking someone.

You remember Miles saying his mum was Hispanic. Even if his Spanish wasn’t top notch you’re sure he’ll understand at least a few words. Understand the sentences Miguel made you say.

You spot Pav talking with some other spider variants, using large hand gestures. "Pav!" You call, walking up to him.

He shifts his gaze to you, a smile soon following. “Y/n. How are you?”

You smile. “Good…yeah, no I’m good. I was just wondering if you knew where Miles was?”

“Oh.” He spins. “I swear I saw him over there.” He points in a random direction. “…now he’s gone. Maybe with Gwen.” He nudges you, raising his brows. You chuckle, understanding the meaning of those raised brows.

“Well, this will only take a moment. I just need translation for something.”

“Translation? To what language?” Pav asks.

“From Spanish to English. And I heard Miles knows a bit.”

“Ah…wait, but doesn’t Miguel fully speak it?” Pav pauses. “Yeah, he’d know a lot more than Miles.”

You nod. “He just won’t tell me.” You mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Pav asks, brows furrowed.

You look back up. “Miguel’s just kind of busy right now.” You had no idea if he was or not. “And so I thought Miles might be free.”

“I see.” Pav nods. “Come on, I’ll help you find him.” Pav begins to head down one of the paths in the communal area where bunches of spider variants sat and stood talking.

“Miles!” Pav called out to nowhere in particular. “Miles!?”

“Is yelling his name really gonna help?” Your brows furrow.

“I like to think yelling will conjure up the whole ‘spider-sense’ thing.” Pav says, still gazing around. “Wait, maybe I need to sound more in distress.”

You chuckle, looking around. And that’s when you spot Miles and Gwen. “Miles!” You walk over with a smile. Pav is hot on your heels.

Miles turns, and copies your smile. “Y/n, hey.”

“Okay look, I’m sorry to ask this but can you translate something for me?” You ask, hopeful.

Miles tilts his head slightly. “Yeah, sure. As long as it isn’t French, or Dutch, or Russian. Or practically any language I don’t know.”

Your smile widens. “No, no. None of those. It’s just Spanish.”

“Oh.” Miles stands straighter. “I’ll warn you I don’t know a heck of amount. But I can give it go.”

“Thank you.” You grow more excited in way. All of last night you had been thinking about what you had said, really trying not to just roll over and grab your phone.

“Okay, so it’s two sentences.” You begin. Miles nods. “The first one is…’Me encantaría usar…tu cama para otras…cosas’.” You say it somewhat slowly, making sure you got it right.

When you look back to Miles, he’s staring at you blinking. You stare back. “What?” You ask.

“Um.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m probably hearing it wrong.” He mutters to himself before he’s looking back to an expectant you.

“What was the second one?” He asks, a little more curious this time.

“Uh…’¿No crees que…me vería bonita atrapada entre…tus sábanas?’”

Now miles is staring at you. You eye him, brows furrowed. “What does it mean?”

He coughs. “Who said that to you?”

“Oh, no I said it to someone.” You answer. “Well, they asked me to say it…”

“You said it someone…” he drifts off, slightly gulping.

“What? Is it…bad?” Your brows are further furrowed. “Come on, Miles, please. I’ve been dying to know what it means all of last night.”

“Well, the first one…it means ‘I’d love to use your bed for other things’.” He mutters it out extremely quickly. That you think you don’t catch it right.

“What?”

“And the second one means ‘don’t you think I’d look pretty trapped in your sheets?’.” Miles’ has looked away, scratching the back of his neck again, clearly a fraction flustered.

This time you’re staring at him, or more so through him. Then you blink. “What?” You repeat stupidly. That can’t be right. Why did miguel ask you to say something about his bed…

Now you weren’t dumb you were just…in shock. Because how does that make sense. And as the words settle in your mind a little more, you begin to feel the familiar burn in your stomach.

Recently your skin had begun to feel hot. In specific scenarios, around a specific someone. Every moment that he had touched you in some way you had either been injured, or fainting, so you hadn’t realised the reactions in the moment. But now, having your mind clear and your body healthy enough your skin grows prickly.

Then there was the touches on your chin…

At first you thought that they were a form of showing his superiority. It seemed like something he’d do. But when you really thought about it, you realised that he wasn’t grabbing Peter’s face like that, he wasn’t leaning over a chair that Gwen was sitting at.

Now you’ve grown hot. And your cheeks are probably bright red, considering how Pav is eyeing you. “Um.” You nod. You don’t know why you’re nodding. You just need to do something that isn’t stare off into space.

“Who, um, asked you to say that?” Gwen asks.

You shift your gaze to her, still slightly stuck in your own head. You felt the urge to fan yourself, but realised how implicating that would seem. Miguel got you to say that stuff? That seemed to be a repeating question in your head.

“Oh, uh, nobody.” You didn’t really want to tell them that it was Miguel. You felt it would put pressure on something that you were sure wasn’t even something. It wasn’t…right?

But now as you quickly thank miles and skim past them, your mind is whirring. Did Miguel…? You press your lips together at the thought, unbuttoning the first button of your dress shirt. You were sure you were reading into it. Though…part of you was actually hoping the underlying meaning you were thinking of was the truth.

You were even slightly shocked at yourself at this revelation. It’s as if it had always been on the tip of your tongue. Not falling off because Miguel is well…Miguel.

;;

“What was that about?” Pav asks, watching your leaving form. Gwen watches you go as well, eyes narrowing in her own inspection.

Miles was still going over the sentences in his head, really double checking he got them right. “Yeah…nah, that’s right.” He mutters. “My translations right.”

“Who asked her—“

“Asked who what?” Hobie appeared, clearly just back from a mission, as he leaned against Miles, resting his arm on his shoulder.

“Y/n.” Gwen says. “She asked Miles to translate something for her.”

“See, I knew this guy would be helpful.” Hobie slightly shakes Miles’ shoulders.

“I think someone has a crush on y/n.” Pav says, making Hobie shift his gaze to him.

“Who?” Miles asks, suddenly interested in the small ordeal.

Pav shrugs, but Hobie shakes his head, scoffing. Pav hadn’t seen you and Miguel interact a hell of a lot. Gwen didn’t pay that much attention to people’s gazes, and Miles was well…new. So, maybe Hobie could give them a break, but he still couldn’t believe how oblivious they were.

Hobie began to figure out Miguel’s little crush on you when Miguel had called him in for a last minute mission that Miguel could have easily done himself. He hadn’t needed Hobie.

And when Miguel’s jaw clenched at the mention of how he was supposed to be hanging out with you, Hobie began to clock on.

“Come on, you lot.” Hobie says staring at them. “Tell me, who speaks Spanish here? Fluently?”

Gwen looks down, thinking. “Miguel.”

Hobie nods. “Uh huh.” He presses, seeing their slightly furrowed brows. “Oh bloody hell, you lot are thick.”

“Oh…” Pav mutters. “Oh!” He realises, and Hobie gestures to him, sighing in relief.

“Thank anarchy.” He mutters, thankful one person caught on.

“Miguel likes y/n?!” Pav practically exclaims, earning a few side glances from other spider variants.

“It’d seem so.” Hobie smirks.

;;

Later that evening, you stood, not meaning to feel as flushed as you were. Standing in front of Miguel's bedroom door, you felt hot, your breathing quickening. After having found out what he got you to say—and having gone through the stages of confusion, denial and then shock—you've arrived back to sweaty palms.

You take a breath, knocking, but instead of the solid feel of the door, your hand falls through, the door having been cracked open a fraction—your nervous state must have forced you not to notice. It swings wider and your breath hitches.

Miguel's room is a mess, and not just his bed this time. Things are smashed, and his chair is thrown, lying lifeless on the floor. You then shift your gaze up to a heaving Miguel. He finally notices your presence, meeting your wide eyes.

Miguel had always been someone who was controlled. Sure, he got agitated easy, and clearly had some anger issues to deal with, but 'messy' was never a word you associated with him. And here he was hair ruffled, wet from the outside rain, and covering part of his eyes. His chest heaved to a mismatched beat, as his nose twitched in a snarl, his fangs very visible in the dim light. He looked like the definition of ‘a mess’.

"What are you doing here?" His low tone breaks you from your silent stance, your lips coming closed to rub against each other in...thought? You weren't entirely sure.

You gulp. "Did something...happen?" You scan his body for injuries, but find none. You glance at his open window. "Did you go on a mission?"

"Did you need something?" Miguel doesn't mean for his tone to come out so harshly. And watching your face twitch a fraction made him grind his teeth in annoyance at himself.

"I was going to ask you something, but..." Now you weren't so sure that this moment was the right one.

Miguel gulps, turning slightly away from you. "If you have nothing to say…go."

Yes, Miguel was acting clip and rude with you. And yes...maybe he did turn away so he wouldn't see your expressions. But then he hears your steps slowly draw closer. He shifts his gaze back to you.

Right now was the worst time to see you, he didn't want you to see him, he wanted you to go.

"I thought you had nothing to say?" Miguel briskly asks, but you caught the slight crack in his harsh tone. A crack that displayed a mix of emotions—stress, anxiety,...fear?

Before you know it you're moving closer, your feet, the rain and his breathing filling the other wise silent room. "Now's not a good time." His tone cracked even more. This time with anger.

You stop, a decent distance away. And maybe you should leave, leave him to this. But what is this? You voice that. "What is this?" 'This' as in the mess. 'This' as in Miguel's body language. He looked like he was not even a minute away from exploding.

"Are you...okay?"

Part of Miguel's facade broke at that. "I'm perfectly fine. Do I not look it?" He spits this, fully turning to you. Some droplets of water, that had drenched his hair slides down his cheek.

You know not to be taken aback by Miguel's words. But you'd never seen the word 'crazed' written in his eyes before...'frantic'. "No...you don't look it." You say, eyeing him. "You look...you don't look like yourself."

Miguel mockingly nods, his tongue dragging across one of his fangs, and actually drawing blood. "Right." He forcibly chuckles. "I forgot, I'm supposed to look...what? Composed? On task? In control?" He's stepped closer to you, each word coming out like a snarl.

"Not everything stays the same." Miguel is saying. "Not everything goes the way we plan." He grits out 'plan' like he despises the word altogether.

And as you glance from his hair to the window, to then his too clean of a suit, you realise something. It wasn't a mission, but he had gone somewhere.

"Miguel, where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere." He scoffs out.

"Yes you did." You say, narrowing your eyes in thought. And maybe now would be a good time to leave, leave him be. But of course you wouldn't, 'worry' now tieing you up tight. Then you pause. "Why are talking about things that don't go to plan? What hasn't gone to plan?"

"You know, you can be real nosy sometimes." Miguel wanted to punch himself. Why did he say that? You had never been nosy, only observant. Maybe too much for your own good, but it was surely a talent of yours. And here he was shaming you.

But in this moment you weren't fazed. Something was wrong. "Miguel, you've clearly just come in here angry. You're hair's wet from the rain, so obviously recently. Your room is a mess. It's never a mess. You're...never a mess."

"Oh, plenty of things can become a mess, y/n."

"Yeah, but never you. Sure, you've gotten angry before, but you've never trashed a room. There's glass on the floor...you broke that mirror." You gesture to the one hanging on the wall, a prominent fist imbedded in the middle.

"Don't tell me you're gonna deduce where I've fucking been by the glass?!" He was yelling. Not at you. Never at you. At himself. But he's always been very good at projecting. Especially when you're around.

"No." You breathe. "I'm asking you." You say, letting a hint of your concern shine through. You were concerned. Very concerned. Maybe Miguel would have noticed your concern, if he wasn't slowly loosing it. If the messed up room wasn't enough of a tell, he's hit his peak.

"What happened?" You ask again, and this time you finally get a response.

"I fucked up, okay?!" He exclaims, his heart pounding a mile a minute. "I can't take it back. And I've tried. I've really tried. But you know what? Maybe this is meant to happen. Maybe I'm meant to screw everything up."

You stare at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I..." Miguel drifts off, fisting his already disheveled hair. "I let them take it..." Hs voice has softened. But not to a nice kind of softened—a broken one.

You step a fraction closer. "Who? And take what?"

You can visibly see Miguel's strength ebbing away. He looks exhausted, and all in all done. Done with everything. You didn't like that look, you didn't like the inclination of it. "Miguel." You say slowly.

But he's going farther and farther back into his mind, getting tangled up in thoughts you could tell had begun to haunt him. Screwed up? What had he supposedly screwed up?

Then before your mind could work on overdrive, millions of questions wanting to surface, and before Miguel could step further back from reality, you stepped much, much closer, reaching up on your tip toes. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck...hugging him.

Miguel is frozen. Entirely frozen. His mind stops trying to murder him and the drowning sounds in his ears fade away. Now he can hear your breathing, a nervous beat clear. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should do what he’s thinking.

But then you’re slowly drawing back, arms leaving his body. And he can’t have that. He swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to him, as his hands clench around your shirt.

Your breathing hitches as Miguel’s breath hits your collarbone, his head choosing to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing part of your skin.

No. He had told himself he wouldn’t think like that anymore. It was exhausting, and he was tired enough as is. His grip tightened around you. To all the doubtful voices in his head, he was using you to say ‘shut the hell up’.

You could feel Miguel’s entire body practically slump against yours. And though your cheeks were red hot, and your heart was screaming you wrapped your arms back around his neck, your wrists meeting together by his hair.

For once Miguel heard silence. He had always had too many voices in his head telling him this and that. And that ‘this was what has to be done’ and that ‘no, you can’t get distracted’.

Now he felt a much relieving calmness engulfing him. You. His breathing slightly shuddered against your neck, the open of his mouth leading his fangs to lightly brush across your skin.

You shivered at this, earning Miguel to lean his head back. But he didn’t let your waist go. You stopped those voices and he’d be damned if he let you step away from his body now.

Your breathes met, as did your gaze. You were close, the seeming millimetre making you seem even more so. You could feel Miguel’s fingers fiddle slowly with the back of your shirt, your front still pressed against his.

“I’m…” You gulp, your voice coming out much shakier than you intended. “Sorry…I probably shouldn’t have hugged you.” You could practically taste his breath.

“Yeah…you probably shouldn’t have.” His tone is breathy, sounding out of body, as his gaze flickers to your lips.

They’re dry—of course. And now at the close proximity licking them made you feel ten times hotter. You prayed he couldn’t see your blushing cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I just…sorta came in.” You felt you had to fill in the silence. Miguel didn’t seem to mind it though, cause it meant that he could listen to your voice. And replacing your voice with the one’s in his head is probably the smartest choice he could ever make.

Well maybe the second smartest choice… He stared at your freshly wet lips, breathing harder. His thoughts had changed from ‘how much more could he take’ to ‘how much more…more…more’. He wanted more. More of your closeness, this seemed to not be enough.

In response to his thoughts his hands glided up your back, making your body lean more against him. Chest to chest.

“A-and I probably shouldn’t have assumed all that stuff…” you breathe out, as Miguel tilts his head, looking down at you. It’s safe to say your were flustered.

“I think you did alright.” He partially whispered.

“Well…you’re not throwing a chair..so..” Stupid, stupid, stupid—you think to yourself. “I mean…”

And to your shock you notice his lips begin to curve up. And not just to stop at a certain point. No. His lips continued to widen until he was smiling. An actual, genuine smile, that oozed amusement, and it made him look…happy?

“Careful.” You say. “You look like you’re expressing a ‘sparkly emotion’.”

“Oh no.” His grin doesn’t fall, and it only makes your heart beat faster. “We wouldn’t want that…would we?”

You quickly shake your head, and Miguel presses his lips together with further amusement, his eyes darting. “…cute.”

You freeze. And Miguel seems to realise his small slip up, as his eyes grow a fraction wider. He had slipped up in English. Goddamn English. You understood.

But what he didn’t know was that you understood a lot more than just that word. And as the reason for your arrival to his room came back to you, the simple word ‘cute’ seemed to mean a whole lot, lot more.

I’m sorry this one’s kinda short, and not too much is going on. but I wanted them to have a close moment like this before they…well…y’know.

at this point I’ve decided to do nine parts (it fits better) so next part…mhm…FINALLY we can get some closer HaPpIniNgS

plus next part im gonna go onto a deeper dive of where Miguel went and who the masked men are — i just needed a bit of tension filled fluff

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[pixiecaps]

(Context: Foolish was playing Deadlock with Ellum and Cellbit and got called by BBH from Twitchcon.)

BBH: Do you want to talk to, uh, I got a fan say that they’re your number one fan. Do you want to talk to them?

Foolish: Yeah no, I would love to talk to my number one fan.

BBH: Alright, I’m going to hand it over, okay?

Foolish: Okay.

Roier: A ver hijo de tu puta.

(Foolish laughs.)

Foolish: Hola!!

Roier: Qué pasó cabrón? Qué andas haciendo, eh?

Foolish: Hola, hola pendejo!

Roier: Qué pasó pendejo-

Foolish: (Speaking over each other) Mi numero, mi numero uno-

Roier: Por qué no- Por qué no viniste a San Diego Twitchcon, eh? Por qué? Por qué?

Foolish: Ohh. Lo siento.

Roier: Por qué pendejo, por qué pendejo?

Foolish: Uhh yo necesito- (Roier keeps talking over him)

Roier: Por qué? Responde. Responde hijo de tu puta madre.

Foolish: Yo necesito- Puta madre? Chinga tu madre, chinga tu madre!

(Roier laughs.)

Roier: Aye, Foolish.

Foolish: Hello.

Roier: Pendejo, pendejo, pendejo, pendejo.

Foolish: Listen I-

BBH: Oh! It’s me again. Sorry.

Foolish: Oh damn.

-

(Foolish then talks to Tina over the phone and it gets handed back to Roier.)

Foolish: That’s a fun meetup going on there.

Tina: Anyways here’s your bestie!

Foolish: Wait, which one’s my bestie?

Roier: (Gets handed phone) Hello?

Foolish: Ah, fuck. Hello.

Roier: Hello, pendejo. Hey, come right now. Come right now, come right now.

Foolish: Right now? You want me to come?

Roier: I’m going to wait you here- What? Cum?

Foolish: That’s- I just said the same thing you said.

Roier: No, no, come here. Come here.

Foolish: Yeah! Exactly. Uh, ahora.

Roier: Ahora, ahora. Right now.

Foolish: Uhh.. espera. Espera para mi.

Roier: Okay, sí, sí, sí. Aqui te espero.

Foolish: Un momento, un momento. Uh. Uhh.

Roier: Sí?

Foolish: Busco, uhh, busco una- un aeropuerta. (Correcting himself) Aeropuerto.

Roier: Un aeropuerto, aeropuerto?

Foolish: Sí, sí, sí.

Roier: O voy a tu casa.

Foolish: Ahh- voy? Oh! Mi casa?

Roier: Sí, tu casa.

Foolish: Ooh. Sí, sí.

Roier: Y te mato, y te mato.

Foolish: Sí- “Mato”?

Roier: Te voy a matar.

Foolish: “Matar”? To kill me?!

Roier: Te voy a matar, te voy a matar. Sí.

Foolish: What? QUÉ?! POR QUÉ?

Roier: Porque- Porque no viniste.

Foolish: (Trying to understand) “No me viste”? Cause I didn’t visit you?

Roier: (Repeating) No viniste. No viniste.

Foolish: No me viste?

Roier: Viniste!

Foolish: No entiendo.

Roier: Okay, fuck you Foolish. Fuck you. Fuck you Foolish!

Foolish: Woah, woah! You can’t just give up! (Laughs)

BBH: (Gets the phone back.) So you had fun talking to your number one fan?

Foolish: Uh, yeah. He was a little aggressive but.

BBH: No, no, he loves you.

-

(Missa gets the phone next.)

Missa: Hey Foolish!

Foolish: Hello? Hello! Missa!!!

Missa: How’s it going?

Foolish: Oh my goodness.

Missa: I just want to tell you that I miss you and love you. And I-

Foolish: I love you too.

Missa: I just bought something because I thought it was going to- I was going to look at you in the eyes today but I didn’t so.

Foolish: Oh. Oh. Uhh.

Missa: But it’s alright. I just want to tell you that I love you and that’s it.

Foolish: Oh. (Laughs) Okay, listen. Maybe tomorrow.

Missa: Really??

Foolish: No. (Laughs)

Missa: Is that- Is that a promise?

Foolish: Uhhh, yes. Yes. A Christmas promise.

Missa: (Excited) I can’t- OoOohh. Okay. Okay. Thank you so much. Thank you so much.

Foolish: Yes, yes no problem. No problem.

Missa: I’ll see you tomorrow.

Foolish: Yeah, see you tomorrow man. See you tomorrow.

Missa: Yeah! See you tomorrow! See ya!

Roier: (Imitating Missa) Foolish, Foolish, Foolish. Fuck you Foolish.

Foolish: Woah?! Woah!

Roier: Fuck you Foolish.

Foolish: Woah!

Roier: Fuck you Foolish.

Foolish: That’s crazy!

Missa: IT’S NOT ME! THAT’S NOT ME!

Foolish: Oh, that was someone else?

Roier: (Still imitating) That’s me, Missa. That’s me, that’s me, Missa.

Foolish: Wait, Missa? Missa, what in the world.

Roier: Missa, yes. This is me, Missa. Fuck you.

Foolish: How could you say that? How could you say that, Missa? You just said you love me.

Roier: (??) and you smell like shit. You smell like shit now. I changed my opinion. I changed my opinion on you.

Foolish: Okay, you’re a bad guy. You’re a bad guy.

Roier: No, you’re a bad guy. You didn’t come to see me.

(Foolish laughs.)

Roier: To see MissaSinfonia.

Foolish: I had no clue you were gonna be there.. Missa!

Roier: No, I’m not going to be here anymore. Goodbye.

Foolish: Okay, goodbye.

(Audio cuts a bunch.)

Missa: (Imitating) Hey, I’m Roier right now. On the phone.

Foolish: Oh! Hello, Roier.

Missa: So, that’s my voice, yeah. I’m from Mexico. I eat tacos and stuff.

(Foolish laughs.)

Missa: I am Roier. I don’t have- I don’t have (Laughs) A piece of my intestine- I don’t even know what is the problem with Roier but yeah I’m Roier.

Foolish: Yeah, his stomach. His stomach is always, you know, always pooping. Always pooping.

Missa: It is, right? I’m so weird, I’m Roier. Yeah.

Foolish: (Laughs) Dude, that’s crazy.

Missa: Or as I say all the time, pendejo!

Foolish: Oh my goodness, Roier! It is you!

Missa: That’s me! That’s me as you can tell.

Foolish: Pendejo, pendejo.

Missa: See you! See you, Foolish.

Foolish: Oh, goodbye Roier!

Missa: I miss you!

Foolish: I miss you too man.

Missa: Have a good oneee!

Foolish: (Laughs) Thank you. Thank you have a good night.

Missa: Bye bye!!!

Foolish: Goodbye, Roier!

(The call ends.)

[maitimosrighthand]

When you beat them in a fight

( COD )

Same goes here as always:

- Question at the end

- I do not speak Eng as my native language and do not correct me I hold 0 respect for the language

- feel free to send COD memes to my asking box: I will rate them

He had miscalculated many situations before. Not that he wanted to that is. No he was sure he never wanted it. He was always sure to know who he was going up against.

Yet for some reason it seemed that he missed something about you. You were merely a rookie who had started at this base and was for some reason in the group he was supposed to train today.

He had observed you when you trained with the others. You weren’t too strong. But little did he know that it was only because you didn’t want to hurt your teammates.

…

1. Alejandro Vargas 🌵

was confused to say the least

Wanted to go a bit easier on you and tried to grab your arm

When he was tackled to the ground he didn’t get why he was unable to get up

Didn’t want to admit defeat so he suddenly kicked you very very hard

Never actually apologized for anything

He did ask you for a rematch which he won

When you then quickly rose up to the top of your rookie class he challenged you again

~

He hurriedly took a step back. You were way too fast for him, he had realized. He was unable to form a proper plan before you swept him of his feet and pinned him down. When he laid on the ground he could only stare up in shock. A rookie? Beating him? He had tried to move you but you wouldn’t even budge a centimeter. He had heard Rodolfo just laughing in the background, as you saw him getting money put into his hand by a general. Did he just bet against me?!

He respected you more after that and just maybe for some reason you had training with him more often after that. At least 3x a week until you had private lessons with him.

2. Rodolfo Para 🦭

Was just put there to help you because Alejandro thought you were too weak to go onto the mission in a week

Thought you were simply mentally not ready and had a talk with you before the training

When he was getting ready to receive your blow he did not expect it to be so hard

He had not shielded himself properly and was now there with a bleeding nose

You had apologized but he was just so impressed by you

Will show you off to Ale 🌵

~

He had, ever since you‘ve beaten him, bet every time on your win. He had even sweet talked you into getting into those fighting bets that were pretty often among rookies. „Why are you betting on him“ Alejandro had asked him. „You‘ll see.“ Is all he would answer him. Before once again wining the 30th bet in a row with you.

He is not sharing any off it.

3. Simon Riley ( Ghost ) 💀

Took over Soap‘s rookie training because he overslept

Beat up everyone

But you where a hard nut to crack

Your fight took almost half an hour

Was surprised to see you not getting tired from fighting for so long

Was most likely distracted by the fact that you managed to lay serveral punches

~

It was certainly not normal for a fight to take that long. When Ghost finally decided he was getting tired of it he had wanted the fight to end. It took him way too long to realize that you were also in for the end. Your last punch hit him like a truck in the face causing his nose to actually bleed. Not that you could see it. After that he proceeded to be harsh with you, always making you do more than the others. „Come on solider. You can do more.“ he had said while pressing his foot down harder on your back. Well if you could beat him … might as well do 100 pushups with some weight no. That ways maybe just his way of showing you his respect. Ever since you had one more dessert. Strange. Is that his way of saying sorry?

4. John McTavish ( Soap ) 🧼

Was not too good of a fighter anyways

Tried to simply mock you

You took that personal not understanding the joke

Your ego was one thing

He wanted to show you how to punch someone properly bc you have been doing it half heartedly

When he then said you should prove you learned it in a fight

It was time for revenge

~

He barely had time to register what was happening before you landed the „you should learn this punch“ in his stomach. He did teach it to you. Soap had fallen to the ground after and hit it a couple of times. Eating before fighting is not good kids. And soap learned it first hand. He would keep his distance afterwards but ofc after one apology you both would spar from time to time. What really stressed you out through would be when he let you fight against the whole 141 Team. „Are you kidding me.“ „No, no, try it simon.“

5. Kyle Garrick ( Gaz ) 🦜

Price had wanted him to learn how to train some rookies

So he gave him you as an opportunity to learn

You now had private lessons

You got along fairly well

Little did he know that beside their training you also trained yourself

So when the time came he said you‘d spar

You were a bit underestimated

~

It should have been an easy win for Gaz. He may not be as strong as ghost. But he sure was fast. Yet when you grabbed him and he was unable to move at all, that was when he panicked. He may be well with stress but you came way too unexpected. It had taken him a few seconds to process and that was when you threw him to the ground.

Congratulations was all that followed. Gaz could not stop fawning over you after. Even going as far as to ask you for advice on his training. „Maybe we should train together.“ Yay. Training with your trainer. No stress at all.

6. Captain John Price 🪙

Only reason you may fight him: the others lost to you

He would hear it either from Soap or Gaz really

So when he had the chance he asked you to spar

Old man bones is what held you back at first

But after you lost the first match you were no longer scared of that

So you went ape shit

No more games

~

Price was harder. Years of training and experience made it impossible for you to beat him at anything. „I think he is losing.“ „Nooo I bet on him, go come on!“ Perhaps they had been wrong and you just got lucky. „Come one soldier. At least try.“ is what he said mockingly as a joke. What he did not expect was you tackling him to the ground after he gave you a hard punch. Did you not feel that?! Him falling to the ground was surprising. „Pay up Ghost.“

After that you were unable to flee from this man. Any chance he had he would ask you to joint his team.He was like a „ghost“ hunting you.

[kalims]

the package deal

summary. random scenarios I think about daily

content. scenarios, fluff, not proofread

featuring. jamil, ace, floyd, gender neutral

note. @merotwst hello beh para ito sayo 🥺 SORY ITS VERY LATE I GOT BUSY

scenarios are by order of the names ^^ & double post as an apology for inactive-ness LOL

your personal basketball shield

"what in the great seven are you doing?"

"I'm doing nothing, I'm completely innocent." you nervously reply before adding; "and I'm um... a student from room C."

well the first part made you look suspicious now.

but the second part is a lie though.

you in fact, are not a student from room C. you purposely left out mentioning what year you were in all together in favor of hopefully, having your identity still anonymous the remainder you'd still be inside the court.

speaking of. you aren't even supposed to be here right now.

the student eyes you weirdly, and you refrain from sweating bullets under their gaze.

for your own sake you just ignore them and focus on the court, your eyes immediately zeroes on the seemingly tight block (attempt at this point) at floyd, but he doesn't have any problem getting past them at all. you blink and he had already slammed the ball in and hung off the net like he's trying to play monkey bars.

to be fair your getup is immensely out of place, you're wearing all black, the hood is over your head and you're wearing shades which wouldn't have been strange if you hadn't wore it indoors. a black jacket to match when it's 36 degrees outside? yeah right.

in all honesty you're trying to gaslight yourself that you're just here to show support for one of your friends but you hadn't spared a wink of a gaze in ace's direction ever since you had entered.

instead you're staring at an empty spot at the bench, usually occupied by a certain someone you know. yet it isn't, you're just staring in hopes that he'll magically appear out of thin air and leave you something to stare at.

you're a mixture of confusion, and disappointment. this isn't very independent boss of me. you sweatdrop, pining over a boy... was not part of your plan.

maybe getting hit by a basketball flying off court and miraculously in your direction wasn't too but thankfully before you could screech bloody hell and break your nose, a palm reaches out and literally slaps the ball away casually?

you peek out your arm and peek up at jamil who doesn't even look at you and stares in the direction of which where the ball had come from with unblinking eyes (it seemed kind of intense but you don't want to question it.) he's wearing his signature club wear, his water bottle present in his other hand and a towel over his shoulder. the slightly dampened fringes that frame his face tells you that he had gone to wash up.

"you should be aware of your surroundings." he chides.

and he finally looks at you, you swear you just exploded.

you don't have it in yourself to reply to the echo of an apology from the court but is only able to stare dumbly at jamil who stares back.

... this is awkward.

"thanks..." you trail off, flabbergasted and warm as hell. maybe you shouldn't have used a jacket? maybe it was the weather? definitely!

before you know it, he stalks off with a tilt of his head and you believe you're being delusional again when he keeps looking in your direction whenever he scores like... it's for you.

covering the edges of a table

"I can't believe you spend time with trey."

unsurprisingly there's a deadpan directed to ace, not from deuce, riddle, nor cater but from you. sure he's just teensy tiny little bit bothered because well, it's not like he considered those other people romantically and there's been a silent promise to himself to prove that he is in fact; not as dumb as you think he is when you look at him like that.

usually when 'that' comes into mind ace would have imagined it to be a look he gives you daily, like you're sure he's the biggest idiot of the world but he's your idiot. he definitely does not want to get into detail but it's those looks people in love give which he used to cringe about.

ironically enough he's one of the subjects daydreaming about it.

you get him? he wanted that look not this one.

ace throws up his arms in the air with a deep sigh. "I live with him but that doesn't magically make me good in cooking, plus... trey bakes!" he rolls his eyes, speaking with a matter-of-factly tone.

you squint at him.

"have you not tasted trey's homemade dishes for dinner? those are to die for."

"no I haven't." he snaps.

"to think you even have the resident cook of scarabia mentoring you..." you continue, dodging a spatula that was thrown at your head. you frown at him in mock disappointment. "now now, you really wanna get charged for assault?"

from across the counter ace gives you the forbidden triple fuck you fingers. there's a silly pink apron he wears because you stole the only one which doesn't give his eyes a seizure, a red one. red looks good on you, he thinks but then his eye twitches.

when he had invited you over most of the second and third years had gone out for a camp, right now the first years are rejoicing the absence of their strict dorm leader and cooped up themselves in their respective rooms, eating every single junk food in the rules.

so that meant no one was really willing to cook, even ace wanted take out but you gracefully intervened.

to be fair you were hungry and the food would arrive at like 2 hours with how much ordering the residents had done.

"I think it's ready." he scratches his head, looking more unsure than you.

"you think?"

just then the timer beeps.

"how hard is it to make curry..." you shake your head, grabbing a set of utensils... to use, somehow.. even you aren't that experienced because all crowley does is send you microwavable food from the convenience stores and only the pizza was decent enough to call nice.

his brow creases. "not that hard."

"do it then."

"..."

ace just stares at you, leans over and slaps you over the head. while you've been a victim of many of these, you didn't expect him to literally lean over the counter to do that. "assault." you comment dryly, you curse under your breath when it goes flying under the table.

"it's your word over mine." he shrugs. blinking when you crouch. "what are you doing?"

"I dropped them because of your criminal ass." you roll your eyes, reaching over to grab the scattered utensils all over the floor, great. now you have to wash them too.

only when you realize that there was a possibility of hitting your head (which by the way, was never a fun experience. you're sure there's a carved up line from how many times you've hit it on your head.) when your head indeed bumps, but it's not exactly the hard surface that sends a jolt of sharp pain up your head.

instead there is a soft cushion. it ruffles your hair a bit and you're immensely confused.

you immediately look up when you stand up, unharmed but ace is just looking away from you. stirring the... pot which is weird cause there hasn't been any seasonings put in it.

you shrug.

missing the red ears.

getting hit by a ball to his face but he pretends it doesn't hurt because you're there

you're surprised that basketball even exists in this world when they apparently can't tell the difference between magishift and football, you're practically itching to slap someone when you explain the similarities between the two and they still have the audacity to deadpan at you like they're the most different things to ever exist!

namely, some idiot named ace trappola.

maybe leona too since he was giving you a stinky side eye but you don't want to get slapped back too.

what you appreciate though is floyd, you can't tell if he's just a big, strong ball of idiocy or the smartest person between all the people listening cause he seemed to be the only one interested in what you were saying.

and he even agreed that they were similar! albeit even if his usual manners are confusing floyd isn't that much of a guy that agrees with people a lot so it's a shocker.

and you're confused why he seems to be so attached to you. the tweels are almost always together, where one is, always is the other trailing along. so you're a little concerned because you can't take the presence of the resident friendly terrorists of the schools.

floyd was always following you around till he just wordlessly shoves a flyer of a game that's about to occur in his club, a wide grin on his face as he boasts about how he's on the starting line up and 'going to crush the other team.' literally or figuratively? you don't know but.. probably both.

basically he wanted you to watch so here you are.

not to exaggerate or anything but he is indeed, crushing the other team. a whooping 17 point lead between them, of course NRC leading. you'd be more confused if they weren't the one in first if they have floyd. (who apparently attends practice like one time a week but just enough to stay at the club...)

not to mention before it even started floyd had mentioned something along the lines of decimating the other team for your name. which is floating around the borderline of romantic and insanity.

for your delusions you will believe it romantic.

you're torn if you should cheer for the team, cause you know. you are technically part of NRC so it's natural but you know floyd would get all pouty, in a bad mood so you hesitate. vice versa because if you cheer for floyd you're gonna get weird looks cause so far, he's been doing selfish plays, not passing but scoring.

well this is the least villainous thing a student from a school that worships villians can do...

floyd is playing well, you would not like to admit that you're staring because he looks a little too good in that uniform... sweaty, pushing his hair back with a grin as he glowers at his opponents and sends them into peeing their pants. it works though cause they almost always hesitate when floyd is the one they're up against.

just wow.

you're just 100% sure you're watching a basketball god who would ascend to a higher life form if he wasn't so lazy till there's an abrupt silence that definitely isn't normal.

thankfully you catch the sight of a ball being... shoved to floyd's face like a dunk? should you really be thankful to witness that.

and for once entirety of the room agreed on one thing for that person. rest in piece.

floyd rubs his face and narrows his eyes, it almost looked like he was about to tear up but you swear he looked at you and immediately forced a wobbly grin, closing his eyes so the tears wouldn't fall and opens them to stare at the poor guy intensely.

in the distance you could hear a vague chuckle of jade.

"you don't know where to dunk, lil' guy?" floyd flashes them a sharp toothed grin, ironically you witness their soul leaving their body at the sheer intensity he excludes. most held their breaths cause they're sure that he would have started quietly threatening them but... there's no threats.

almost like he's holding back to act unfazed?

the 'lil guy' gulps and can't even muster up an answer.

floyd smiles at him. "I'll show you."

before the game ended that player left with a red round stain on their face, clear evidence of floyd's 'accidental payback.'

... now he's asking if you've seen how he's carried the team.

[odd-im-o]

How to Create an Imaginary

*this guide has been created based on my own experiences and what has worked for me. it is purely a recommendation and should by no means be treated as the final say on imagimancy

*the items within this post have no set order. do whichever points you want, however you want, whenever you want and only IF you want!

*enjoy :D

There's many reasons someone may want to summon an imaginary. Maybe you had one as a child and miss them. Maybe you never quite figured out how to make one in the first place. Maybe the idea of having sentient thoughtforms and willos is a big commitment you're not ready to take yet.

Whatever the reason, I wanted to compile a guide of sorts outlining how to create your own!

What is an Imaginary?

An imaginary is a non- or partially-sentient being drawn from someone's imagination. This could be a fictional character, pet, companion, or anything else! These friends are typically constructed in ones mind and projected out into the real world. It's like a para outside of the paracosm, or an oc specifically designed to interact with you, the creator.

This guide will outline tips to create and maintain your own imaginary.

Choose a Type

Before you can summon an imaginary, you need to know what role your imaginary will play. Are they meant to be a pet, friend, caregiver, lover, or something else entirely? Are they human? Mythical? Something else? Will they be brain-made? Or maybe they're drawn from pre-existing media?

The limits are your own imagination. Choose what fits your own interests and needs.

Draw Inspiration

Your new imaginary may be born from your mind, but it's helpful to draw inspiration from other places. Maybe there's a character you want them to resemble, or a personality you find fitting with your own. Maybe you have an idea for an aesthetic or style your imaginary will take on.

Gather those inspirations and use them moving forward! Maybe make a folder in your phone filled with interesting images, write down what tickles your fancy, or make an collage online. Whatever the method, have fun with this step! It will help flesh out your imaginary.

Visualization

Once you've gathered ideas for your imaginary, it's time to start visualizing. This is, personally, the most difficult part. Your companion, afterall, doesn't actually exist quite yet. It's through your own mind that they will manifest, and that takes a bit of time and effort on your part.

One method of visualization is art. Draw what you want your imaginary to look like, or use picrews or other online-makers to create them. Make them a few times over, see what fits and what feels right, and eventually you should settle on something that's correct.

Another method is picturing. Turn on some music or ASMR you want to associate with your imaginary, close your eyes, and see what appears. Write down anything notable or simply observe. See what comes to mind.

Regardless of your method, at the end you should be able to picture the key traits of your imaginary. Don't worry if these traits change later on. Your imaginary is a being, afterall, and is subject to change. Just settle on what feels right and give your imaginary room to grow as they get settled.

Characterization

As you start to visualize your imaginary, their personality should start to shine through as well.

Observe your imaginary and see what personality traits begin to arise. How do they act? How do they speak? How do they interact with you? Interact with others?

Alternatively, make these choices for yourself! Do you want your imaginary to be friendly? Aggressive? Assertive? Are they an ally to you or a needed opposition?

Also take the time to flesh out your relationship with your imaginary. What role do they play in your life? How do they add to or subtract from your world? How do you two interact?

Once again, these answers may change as your imaginary grows, but begin to take notes of some key factors you notice or want within your imaginary.

Interaction

This is the fun one. While it is completely valid to not interact with your imaginaries, I personally find that interaction is what sets an imaginary apart from OCs or fictional character daydreaming.

That being said, your imaginaries aren't sentient and are somewhat controlled by you. Here's some tips for interacting with your imaginaries and helping to build a relationship between the two of you.

Schedule Interaction Time

I, personally, spend time with my imaginary every morning while I do my daily routine. It provides set-aside time for us to bond and helps to make sure I don't forget he exists.

Choosing a time to interact with your imaginary can really help to build a relationship and make sure they consistently appear. Maybe you talk with your imaginary during lunchbreaks everyday, or Saturday afternoons are always set aside for the two of you. Try not to let this get in the way of other relationships, though. Those are important. It's simply helpful to know that, say, while you do the dishes everyday, a friend will be sitting there to talk with you.

Choose Points in Space

When interacting with your imaginary, try choosing points in the world around you where they appear. Maybe you have a dragon sitting on your shoulder, or a giant crouched outside your window, or a fairy flying just ahead of you. Even if you can't literally see your companion, imagine where they would be while you interact.

Chat with your Imaginary

Talking with your imaginary is a great form of interaction. I personally will talk out loud and give my imaginary time to respond. Another method is to have a mental conversation between the two of you.

At the start, it may feel a little awkward and forced. You may be choosing what your imaginary says and how they respond. But keep with it. Over time the communication should begin to feel more natural.

Forming Habits

Once the hardest parts are done, your only other job is to form habits. Choose moments when you want your imaginary to appear and regularly summon them then. Get used to interacting with them consistently. Observe the way they change and grow as the two of you get to know each other.

Ultimately, if your imaginary doesn't stick around, don't fret! It's totally okay for them to fade. But with a bit of time and effort, you can have an imaginary that sticks with you for a long time :)

[barcalover86]

Mi culpa- Pablo Gavi (a)

Summary: You and Gavi had a huge fight right before his game, and he tells you that he doesn't want you to make it to the game and you get into a car accident.

I saw this on tik tok, so credits to whoever had this idea first. Enjoy!!

2nd Masterlist

"He said he would be here, mama."

"Y/n, sweetheart, it's been 2h. He is clearly not coming anymore."

"I'll call him again"

"You've already called him multiple times. He won't answer. It's ok, you can go to his game."

"But he said he would be here! Maybe something happened to him."

You started to panick at the thought of losing Gavi. You've been together for a long time, and you just couldn't imagine your life without this boy by your side.

He promised you that he would come to your family lunch. Everyone was there waiting for him. Your cousins, parents, uncles, grandparents.. everyone.

You texted him constantly, hoping for at least an answer, but he wouldn't pick up his phone. He never did that, and you were now on the edge of crying in front of your family.

You were so embarrassed when people would ask you about where he is. You at first tried to say that he is only at some training or the traffic is wild now.

It had come to a time when no more excuses could be make.

"Don't you want to eat something?"

"No, papa."

"He is for sure, alright. Maybe he couldn't make it, but forgot to tell you."

"No, he wouldn't do this."

You sighed before apologising to everyone about Gavi and telling them that you are going to his house to see what's the problem.

When you arrived there you saw Gavi preparing to go to the game. When you saw him alive and all save, anger started to feel in all your body.

"Qué te pasa?" (What is wrong with you!?)

When he heard your voice, he smiled, but right after he saw your face, it faded away.

"Qué-?"

"No me digas que no sabes de lo que hablo" (Don't tell me you don't know what i'm talking about)

"No, realmente no lo hago."

After you realised that he forgot about this lunch, you felt like you could kill someone right there. He promised to you and knew how important it was for you.

"No puedo creerlo" you said it more to yourself. How could he forget?

"Por favor, dime de qué estás hablando." (Please tell me what you are talking about.) he said it with a shaky voice.

"Te olvidaste de mi almuerzo familiar!! ¡Me prometiste que estarías allí y sabías lo importante que era para mí!" (You forgot my family lunch!! You promised me that you would be there and you knew how important it was to me!)

When he remembered about the lunch, he stopped doing whatever he was and tried to come to you to apologise, but you just walked out of his embrace.

"Te he llamado varias veces durante horas, Pablo! Por jodidas horas! No tienes idea de lo avergonzado que me sentí allí de pie, esperándote mientras todos preguntaban 'dónde está tu novio!?' Pues yo tampoco lo sé!" (I have called you several times for hours, Pablo! For fucking hours! You have no idea how embarrassed I felt standing there, waiting for you while everyone was asking 'where's your boyfriend!?' Well, I don't know either!)

"Y/n-"

"Y lo peor es que pense que te habia pasado algo! Estaba entrando en pánico porque te perdí y tú estás... aquí!? Haciendo.. nada!? (And the worst thing is that I thought something had happened to you! I was panicking because I lost you and you're…here!? Doing. Nothing!?)

"Lo siento mucho. Lo olvidé por completo, pero por favor tienes que entenderme también. Tengo un juego difícil esta noche y mi mente estaba en eso. Lo siento mucho" (I am sorry. I completely forgot, but please, you have to understand me too. I have a tough game tonight, and my mind was only on it. I'm really, really sorry.)

He was sad and you tried to understand him, but just couldn't. It was something that is hard to forget.

"Deberías haberme dicho esto antes de prometerme que estarías allí." (You should have told me this before you promised me you'd be there.)

He rolled his eyes. He was in no mood for a fight now, and he really had to go to the stadium.

"Entiendo, es mi culpa, pero por favor, olvidémoslo. Tengo un juego para asistir-" (I understand, it's my fault, but please, let's forget about it. I have a game to attend-)

"Solo te importa ese juego!" you said it, now really angry. You were about to cry, but tried to keep as calm as possible.

"Bueno, por supuesto. ¡Ahora mismo es más importante!" (Now it's more important)

"Qué?" you said it shocked. You really had enough of this.

"Como has oído, sí. Tengo que concentrarme en ello." (As you heard, yes. I have to concentrate on it.)

"Entonces el juego es mas importante que yo?"

"Ahora sí"

You felt like you could throw yourself from a bridge now.

You nodded your head and were about to leave before saying the last thing he ever heard from you.

"Entonces no quiero arruinar tu noche." (Then I won't ruin your night.).

He rolled his eyes once again.

"Estás siendo tan dramático. Realmente espero que no llegues al estadio. No soporto tu estado de ánimo esta noche." (You are being so dramatic. I really hope you don't make it to the stadium. I can't stand your mood tonight.)

When you heard him say that, you smiled sadly. You never thought that you two would become like this. You still wanted to come to his match. You knew that he didn't mean it and that your support was really important for him.

Pablo felt horrible after you left. He never shouted at you, and doing that made him devastated. He tried to forget about your fight. He had a match to win tonight.

You went back to your house without saying anything more. Your parents asked you if you talked to your boyfriend. At that moment, you didn't even know if you were together anymore. All this was so confusing and you needed to clear your mind for a bit.

You threw yourself on the bed and slept for some good minutes.

When it was only 30 minutes before the game would begin, you changed (still wearing his jersey) and went to your car to drive yourself to the stadium.

You still hadn't eaten anything and you were starting to be a bit dizzy.

It was already night outside, and the traffic was absolutely full. When you were right next to the stadium, someone bumped hard into you, making pieces of your car to be thrown away. You only saw white, and you fainted.

While the game had started, sirens of ambulance started to be heard everywhere. People were confused and curious, the game being forgotten.

After the first half ended, Xavi went directly at Gavi, shouting his name.

"Gavi!!! Gavi!! Ven aquí!"

"Qué pasa?"

"Tu chica está en el hospital... en coma. Ve con ella ahora mismo. Tienes que estar allí con-" (your girl is in the hospital in a coma. You have to go there, be with-)

"Qué!? No- por favor, Xavi, no-"

"Lo siento mucho"

"No, no"

Right now, Gavi started to cry. It was his fault and only his. He had to take you here himself. Now he lost you forever.

He hurried up to the hospital you were at, leaving the game behind. He ran like he never had.

When he arrived, he asked everyone about you. Every nurse that was around was asked about your condition by Gavi. He was really panicked and when he saw your family standing there, he cried harder.

He started to say that it's all his fault and that you two fought. He couldn't lose you knowing that the last thing you talked was something bad.

Your family tried to console him, knowing how a good boy he is. Nothing was working. He wanted to see you, he had to see you.

He stayed there all night on that chair. He didn't sleep at all, wanting to be the first one that knew about your condition. He prayed all the time, hoping for you to wake up.

He just couldn't live without you.

He cried like he never had. Days had passed, and Gavi was still there at the hospital. He saw you only for some seconds, and it was enough for him to make him cry harder.

Your parents and his would bring chlotes to him and food. He just didn't want to leave that seat.

His eyes were all red and puffy while your mother was hugging him close to her heart. She would tell him nice stuff in his ear, trying to calm him down a bit.

He knew that if you would die, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it.

Everyone was praying for you because everyone loved you. You were a sweet person, someone who went through hell in this life, but every time, you chose to be a kind-hearted girl. You were the one that was there for everyone, the friend that you wouldn't get bored with.

Every person would want a friend like you, and every boy would love a girlfriend as you.

"Gavi!!! Gavi!!!! Everyone is cheering for this incredible boy! Spain, champions of the world!! All this because of this talent of Pablo Gavi!!"

"You did it, amor! Congratulations!!!!!"

"Mis chicas..." he said while taking your daughter from your hands and kissing your lips.

"Te amo.." he said, and you smiled.

"Te amo, y/n".

He said while holding your hand on the hospital bed.

"Despertar... por favor" (wake up.. please)

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Sister's Best Friend -P.G

I have been dreaming a lot of doing Latina!Reader, I am a bit afraid tho, because I don't know if you guys will like this. I made this with a Venezuelan!Reader in mind, since there aren't a lot of fics of venezuelans!reader, I always see mexican, argentinian, colombian, brazilian (american and european as well) and I wanted to give this a try.

It isn't too much tho, I just put reader a nationality and played with her accent, maybe in the future go in deeper with Gavi's reaction of having a Latina girlfriend. Hope you guys like it! I would appreciate if you leave some feedback!

This is a bit shitty

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Summary: You're Aurora's best friend and Gavi is crazy for you

It all had started when Aurora invited you over at her house for a college project. It wasn't the first time Aurora invited you over. But it was the first time Gavi was around.

Gavi was crazy to meet you mostly because nine out of ten times, his sister and parents were talking about you and stories the fourth of you had shared. Gavi's not gonna lie, he felt desplazed for a bit.

You having inside jokes with his family, made him want to get to know you and see what's the fuss about. He was confused, he knew and get along with all of his sister's friends. You must have been someone knew.

And you were.

Aurora confirmed his suspicion when he suddenly asked who you were.

"She's the new girl on college I talked about" She replied "Se nota que me escuchas cuando hablo" (It shows you do listen to me when I speak) Aurora complained

"Ajá... ¿Y?" Gavi rolled his eyes a bit ignoring his sister statement "¿Qué más?"

"She's new here, in general. She comes from Venezuela, moved in ten months ago, she has been my friend ever since I met her, she's so cool, Pablito. You'll like her"

"Yeah? Sure" Gavi raised his eyebrows and walked away

And that's how we came into the meeting day. You were laughing with Belén, Aurora's mother about a funny anecdote it happened to you while younger back home.

"Y naguará, no" You covered your face with your hands while Aurora and her mom laughed "I can't..." You were blushing of embarassement a bit when you heard footsteps

"Mamá, que-" Gavi had came in, just in a Barcelona shorts and a white shirt, his phone in his hand as he stared at you with wide eyes

You shut your mouth, looking at the boy as well with a light smile on, meanwhile his face was covered with a frown

"Hi" You had said shyly waving and Gavi swore he had never heard something more angelic than your voice

"Pablito!" Aurora exclaimed coming over to you and hug you "She's Y/N Y/L/N. My new best friend!" She squeezed you making you smile and hug her back "Y/N/N, this is my lil bro, Pablo"

"Un placer" You said extending your hand to him

He quickly got a hold of himself, grabbing your hand and stepping forward to give you two kisses on each cheek, his other hand rested lightly on your waist

"Igualmente" (Likewise) He had said with a smirk "Aurora doesn't stop talking about you, I'm happy I finally got to met the amazing Y/N" You blushed

"Thank you. I can say the same thing, you know... I think I already knew you before meeting you" He laughed

"Sólo le dije como te orinaste los pantalones en tercer grado" (I just told her how you peed your pants in third grade)

"Sabemos que jamás hice tal cosa... No en tercer grado por lo menos" (We know I never did such a thing... Not in third grade at least) He said making the three of you laugh

"In second grade too, right?"

"Oh c'mon, girl. Leave your brother alone and let's go do the project. I feel like it's going to be demasiado largo para nuestro gusto, so ¡vamonos!" You grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into her room

"¡Y/N!" Pablo called you before you could dissapear from the room

"What?" You turned around

"You like Doritos?" You nod several times "I'll take you some in a few" He smiled and you smiled back at him

"Gracias" You said softly

"There are no Doritos for me?" Aurora asked in disbelief

"There are" He said "But you have to look them for yourself, I won't bring you anything" Pablo replied as if it was the most obvious thing ever causing you to laugh

"Why?!" She asked as you pushed her onto her room

"Because she's pretty!" He said from downstairs as you stood there impressed and Aurora laughed at your shocked expression

And that was the beggining of you and Gavi.

You couldn't lie, el chamo was truly beautiful, he always took up on making you laugh and chatting with you about anything. Mostly of your life, he wanted to get to know you and everytime you tried to bring the convo onto him, he'd answer your questions but eventually turn it around to you, ending into telling him stories from your time in Venezuela, what you did as little and going as far to ask for your Uni stuffs even if he doesn't understand anything about Statistics

"La malta con una empanada de carne mechada y con salsa de ajo es lo mejor de la vida... Y ni hablemos de la arepa con suero" (Malta with a shredded meat empanada and garlic sauce is the best thing in life... And let's not talk about the arepa with whey) You always tell him making a smile appear on his face

He has been spending every time possible off with you, he even stole your phone number from Aurora's phone, winning a smack from his sister and watching you give a little pinch on Aurora's arm

"¡Ow, bruja!"

"Let him" You had said smiling

Because yes, you were also gone for your best's friend's brother, but you couldn't help it. It has been four months since you've met Pablo and they were the best four months ever.

Aurora often liked to make fun of the two of you, obviously into each other but not making any move. Instead of being mad, she definitely liked the idea of you dating her little brother.

You ignore her comments, even tho he gave you the impression, you didn't know if he liked you back. And you weren't going to make things awkward in between the two and currently three of you because of that.

You were chatting with Aurora and some of Pablo friends like Pedri, Ansu, they have came from training and all decided to spend a nice evening and also two of Pablo's childhood friends, meanwhile you were studying and chatting around with Aurora.

You laughed at something Ansu had said

"¿Qué? Mano, ¿Que webona' es esa, ah? La coña 'ta burda e' loca, 'sie carajo" (What? Bro, what the hell is that, eh? The girl is out of this world, fucking hell) You reply shaking your head

"For real, Y/N!"

"Pero explica bien la vaina, que fue lo que pasó. Pasito a pasito" (But you've got to explain yourself properly, everything that happened. Step by step)

"¿Suave, suavecito?" One of Pablo's friends, Diego, chimmed getting a smile out of you

"Well, I didn't say it with that purpose but it does go well" The guys laughed.

As Ansu started telling once more from the beggining his story with this girl, you felt an arm wrap around you waist and the other under your knees.

You turned your head to the side and looked to find Pablo, lifting you from your spot that was next to his, to pull you right next to him, without any kind of space. He also grabbed the chair and pulled it closer to him.

"Why?" That's all you asked softly

"You were too far away" Pablo replied audible enough for the two of you, you blushed and leaned a bit into him.

You kept on listening Ansu, the guys sharing your statement and telling him it was the best if he left her.

"Y/N/N" Aurora called for you "Go and bring us some snacks?"

"This isn't my house" You replied.

"Of course it is! Just go inside and grab some snacks for us to eat"

"Why don't you just go?" You ask "I'm way too comfortable here"

"You're younger!" She exclaims as you roll your eyes, standing up

"I'll come with you" Pablo said "I can help you with the drinks"

Both of you entered the house, you went to grab the snacks as Pablo grabbed a Coca-Cola and a few vases, when his phone dinged.

"Aurora asks if you can do the bread and Nutella thing" He asks as you sigh

"Tú hermana jode mucho a veces" (Your sister is annoying sometimes) You said making Gavi laugh.

You went to look for the bread and the Nutella, cutting them and filling them up with the cacao. You were done with your job but you filled a spoon full of Nutella

"¿Quieres?" (Want some?) You offered him a light smile as he shook his head

"Cómelo tú" He smiled putting the Nutella away and helping you clean the little utensils you used.

Once you were done, you washed the spoon and faced Gavi only for him to laugh a little

"Please don't tell me I have chocolate all over my face" You begged covering your mouth with your hand

"Only here" He pointed at his lips the place

"Here?" He shook his head "Here?" He shook his head once more "Here?" He shook his head "Ajá, ¿Y en dónde es la vaina pues?" (And where's the thing then?) You ask making him laugh

"Can I?" You nod watching him step closer to you, he lifted one of his hand in your cheek lightly, caressing it with his thumb, your eyes locked with his.

His other hand came up to your face as well with this one, he swept his thumb over your bottom lip "Done" He whispered licking his thumb quickly.

But none of you bothered to move away from the other, instead you keep leaning in "Can I?" Pablo asked once more this time with different meaning.

You smiled and nodding soon you feel his lips locking yours in a kiss.

"You taste like cacao" He whispered above your lips and pecking them several times, you laughed looking down at the floor but felt how Gavi's hands lifted your head making you look at him once more "I loved that"

You smiled, this time leaning up to kiss him wrapping your arms around his torso

"You don't know how much I wanted to do this ever since I met you" He whispered once more in between kisses

"Glad to know feeling was mutual" You giggled

"Go out on a date with me?" Kiss "Please"

"Joder, claro que sí" You kissed him once more

"¡Ay, Ave María purísima!" You heard someone say instantly separating from each other. Aurora was standing there with a big smile on "First kissing picture, I love it!" She said excited "Took you long guys!" She said coming over and grabbing the Coca-Cola, the bread and the snacks. "Leave you guys alone to keep doing your thing" she winked

"That was awkward" You murmur feeling Pablo smile and nod

"So.... When are you free?"

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@gaviypedrisbride

[yyuangss-main]

❝MOTHER LANGUAGES — SPIDERVERSE HCS

summary ; pavitr with a hispanic girlfriend who teaches him some spanish and he teaches her some hindi.

pairing ; pavitr prabhakar x hispanic fem!reader (no specific race stated)

note ; teehee i was so excited to show off the new layout 🤭 i literally have so much fun writing for pavitr. this concept was so cute, i started working on it immediately so thank you to the anon who requested it <3 mwah 🫶

• — pavitr prabhakar !

about three months into dating, pavitr started practicing some spanish on his own. went about his way to get a dictionary that took forever for him to find. he starts writing the words out and takes his time to pronounce them. he takes note that he’s extremely great at reading spanish just a little troubled on the way to say the words.

the very first phrase he ever told you in spanish, he had a slip of paper with the sentence written down. pavitr wanted to make it sweet and maybe tell you right after kissing you but poor boy forgot the phrase. so he had to squint and read off the torn paper.

“tu eres la chica de mis sueños.” (t: you are the girl of my dreams) the second he finished saying it you jumped on him, kissing all over his face, telling him how cute and adorable he is.

you told him that you were practicing hindi in secret to surprise him as well, but you were having a lot of trouble. it makes a big smile spread on his face to know you both had the same intentions.

it’s where he offers to teach you how to speak, read, and write hindi if you can do the same for him with spanish. you agree and then he goes, “hehe >:) and teach me the bad words too muhehehe” you’re just like “pavitr 😭”

pavitr really excited when you’re teaching him spanish. he’s listening intently and repeating each word after you. he doesn’t think it’s hard, but it’s definitely good to have a native speaker helping you out and giving tips.

keeps a separate notebook filled with words and phrases he wants to tell you. of course, they’re all him telling how much he loves you. you also have a separate notebook with hindi written in it and it’s mostly you practicing to write ‘i love you’ and memorize it.

he knows it might take you a while to fully understand hindi and he’s okay with that. you’re the making the effort and that’s what he loves the most about you. finds your confused face cute when he starts rambling in hindi.

you two practice by only having conversations in each others language. he finds it super helpful and you both will correct a word if needed. text messages will sometimes shift from spanish to hindi to spanish again.

his heart and feelings grow for you even more when he sees you talking to his aunt in hindi. she thinks it’s so sweet that the two of you are learning each others languages and don’t find the barrier to be a bother. she even starts to help you too in secret. she wants you to surprise pavitr with what you learned.

i cannot stress this enough. loves to introduce you as his girlfriend in spanish. “esta es mi novia, ella es mi novia”. mi novia this, mi novia that. he gets like a schoolboy when he says it. if he gives you gifts, pavitr always writes a little note that says “para mi querida novia” (t: for my dear girlfriend) or something along those lines.

whenever he meets someone who is either hispanic or speaks spanish too, he’ll speak to them in spanish just so they can ask where he learned. all because he can’t stop saying how his girlfriend taught him how to speak spanish.

he starts picking up on the expressions too. accidentally let “tch, no mames miguel!” slip out when he was getting sent on a new mission. miguel’s head whipped over so fast and just looked at him so shocked like, wtf did you say to me?

“no mames? no mames?! como que no mames miguel?! who taught you that huh?!”

“mi novia teehee :)”

[writingdevil]

Now that the fic Tongues and Teeth is over, I’m wondering what kind of talk Smitten had with Skeptic and Hero to make him stand back up on his feet (I suppose this is a request for a fanfic? Yep)

Also, Grey Brothers content will always be welcomed. Just these two interacting more in general 👀

(Yeah,it would definitely be a heavy and emotional talk.Also,I tried to keep all the relationships in the story between the voices vague so that you could interpret them however,but I think I subconsciously knew that they had to be brothers and they definitely came off that way!Anyways,enjoy!)

'Our hearts beat for someone who will never return to us!'

That was the last thing Smitten remembered screaming at the flock,before being gently guided back to his abode by Skeptic,with a silent Hero in tow.Now they were all standing around his home,all three with a dark,melancholic aura about them all.

One thing tied the three of them together.One thing kept dragging them down further into their sullen minds,and refusing them the joy they wanted to live with.

Longing.It was longing.

They all longed for something that they could never get back again.

Smitten doesn't even remember how his outburst came about.One second,he's cheerfully walking and talking with Stubborn-the next,he has dark tears streaming down his face and he's yelling at Stubborn,furious at him for suggesting that he 'moves on so he stops creeping everyone out.'

Move on?Move on?Like it's that simple?

He heard Skeptic sigh,and Smitten looked up, finding the other bird much more ragged and exhausted than he should be.Skeptic seemed lost in his own head for a second,before his striking eyes steeled in determination,and he said,"We need to fix this.If not for us,then the sake of the flock, because it's dragging everyone else down."

Smitten reached up and began to nervously preen the feathers around his head as he softly said,"I'm mortified at my behaviour today.I shouldn't of yelled at Stubborn that way."

"It's alright,mate,"came Hero's sweet reassurance, standing farthest away from them,leaning against a corner of the wall with his arms crossed defensively.He kept glancing out at the window,as if desperate to get out and away from all this chaos. But Smitten knew this meeting was as much for Hero as it was for him.

"I talked to Para before coming in here.Stubborn doesn't hold it against you or anything."Smitten breathed a sigh of relief,but the pain in his heart was still very much present.

"I just-"Skeptic said,rubbing his eyes roughly with the palm of his hands,"-I just don't understand how to fix this,how to move on from this."

"Maybe we can't move on.Maybe we'll forever mourn for their presence,"Smitten quietly said, looking down at the floor.He heard Skeptic sigh harshly,and when he looked up,he was giving Smitten an exasperated look.

"That can't be the answer.Besides,where would that leave us and the rest of the flock?Even Broken is learning not to let the princess drag him down anymore.You need to do the same,or else you'll never be happy."

"Do not talk to me about being happy when I know you spend days up at night,refusing to sleep until you figure out how to get back to them!"Smitten felt a fire on his tongue as he snapped at Skeptic, something he rarely did.

Skeptic was also surprised by his words,and that was when Hero pushed himself off the wall and stood in between them,spreading his wings out to act as a barrier."Look,there's no need to be harsh to each other.We all need to have a sit down and work this out,before something serious happens."

Skeptic gave him an incredulous look."We?"he said in confusion,then chuckled as if Hero had said some great joke.It went on a second too long before Skeptic suddenly gave Hero a sharp look and said,"No,we're here because you decided to fly off for an entire day without telling anyone,and you had us all worried sick!"

Smitten saw the way Hero curled his fists in frustration,the guilt still evident on his face.Smitten remembers the fear that gripped his heart-the fear that gripped all of their hearts.That Hero had abandoned them to go search for the Long Quiet. Smitten remembers weeping with joy when Hero returned.

Still,Hero had a spark in his eyes,refusing to take his attention off of Skeptic as he said,"No,we're here today because Smitten had a meltdown twenty minutes ago!"

Smitten felt heat spread across his cheeks at the reminder,and it felt almost unnatural to be blushing at something that wasn't a fair maiden.

Smitten couldn't remember much of his conversation with Stubborn,but it had started off friendly enough,even though he knew that Stubborn could be a bit harsh with his words.They must've turned the conversation to be about the princesses.Smitten knew that Stubborn had quite a passionate love for her,in his own way.

'Our hearts beat for someone who will never return to us!'

Smitten stood up.

"No,"he finally said,"we are here because we have all lost a love,and we can't cope without them."He made sure to look Skeptic in the eye."We all have, and we're all hurting."

That's why Hero would fly for hours at night.

That's why Skeptic would shut himself in his room to find some explanations to all this.

That's why Smitten couldn't stand to be alone for more than a few minutes.

Skeptic opened his mouth to protest,but Smitten knew they were just going in circles now,so he wrapped his wings around him,staring down at the ground as he whispered,"I don't know how to get used to this dreadful hole in my heart."

He wanted to.He so badly wanted to feel as happy as the others felt,but there felt like a wall in between that happiness.Smitten couldn't let go of her,no matter how much he knew that she was safe and loved with the Decider.Something inside him just kept screaming and yearning for her love.

"I don't know either,"Hero quietly admitted,getting a look of shock from Skeptic.But the once dashing Hero now appeared to be covered in a veil of gloom and hopelessness.His wings lowered until they were touching the floor as he said,"I just-It's hard to move on,y'know?I see everyone getting better and building the life they each want,and I want to be a part of that-but I can't,because all I know is Him, and without Him,I'm lost."

Tears were welling up in Hero's eyes,and the sight of their Hero breaking down was enough to have Smitten's throat closing up in anguish,so he stepped closer to him,wrapping both an arm and a wing around him.He instantly felt Hero melt against him,leaning in closer to his warmth.

He silently looked up at Skeptic,willing him to put his pride aside and to see how bad they were all hurting.

A softness came over Skeptic's stern face,and he sighed,taking a small step closer to them as he practically whispered,"I don't know what to do,"in a way that made him sound ashamed of himself-but for Skeptic,the inability to figure something out with logic was shameful to him.

Skeptic ran a hand roughly through his feathers."I don't know how to solve this.Any of this.I know that logically,we need to move on from them,but I can't figure out how to do that."

There was a long pause after that,of which Smitten could only hear one thing-'Our hearts beat for someone who will never return to us!'

Maybe it was hopeless for them.

Hero sniffed,then averted his gaze from either of them as he said,"This might just be me,but everything kinda felt-simpler,when we were just voices in a god's head.We could give him advice, and no matter what happened,no matter how brutal the death,we would be there,within him."

Especially Hero.Smitten knew that Hero stuck by the Decider's side throughout every single choice they made,more so than the others.He knew that their grief was almost identical,but they were both hiding it with smiles that everyone could see through.

He could feel Hero trembling in his grip as he took a shaky breath and continued,"But He made that choice for us without asking,and I just wish that I could talk to Him again,to see Him and know that everything is going to be okay."

"He was ours.We were fragments of His mind,and now we're just-we're just-"

"-shattered pieces,"Smitten mumbled,but the other two heard it clear as day.

Smitten knew how that felt.He knew that the princess was in good hands,but it still left a hole in his heart that he didn't know how to fill,and his previous attempts were clearly not working.

"I know,"Skeptic agreed,"I keep trying to figure out what happened,what occurred to give us these bodies.But to be honest,I'm just doing all that for a chance at seeing them again.I feel lost without them."

Smitten reached a hand out,and Skeptic smiled sadly as he accepted it,squeezing his hand for either comfort or solidarity,Smitten didn't mind.

There was another heavy pause,one that Smitten wasn't sure was good.He couldn't be certain that hope would be the thing to break this silence.

He gazed up at Skeptic anxiously,before quickly turning his attention to the floor as he softly admitted,"Maybe we deserve to be lost forever."

He saw hurt flash in the bird's eyes,but Smitten couldn't bring himself to take it back or sprinkle in some flowery language to sugarcoat it.This was just who they were now-bodies full of never-ending grief.

But then Skeptic's eyes lit up.Not in the usual,flash of brilliant light he would get when he finally figured something out.No,this light was softer,more uncertain,like it could be snuffed out with a single doubt.

But he still had that tiny light as he said,"Maybe-maybe that's the problem.Maybe we're expecting ourselves to move on like the others,but that isn't the way at all."

"How do you mean?"Hero asked,taking a step forward and out of Smitten's embrace."I mean," Skeptic explained,"every puzzle has their own process.We're the same.The others didn't just suddenly forget about the Long Quiet-they all grieved and got back up in their own time.Ours is just-"Skeptic paused to take a deep breath,"-taking longer."

"I don't understand,my friend,"Smitten confessed, and that light grew bigger as Skeptic spread his arms out and explained,"I mean,we three came in here to deal with our problems,so that we wouldn't worry the flock again,and then walk out completely fine.But that was never going to be the answer.Our pain is too big for that"

"So what's the answer then?"Hero asked,a hint of fear in his voice.

At that,Skeptic sighed,and simply said,"Time.Time is what's right for us.This pain we feel will not be gone when we step foot outside this house.It will not be gone tomorrow,or next week,or even a month from now.But each day may get a little bit easier to deal with,until we barely feel their absence anymore.But the most important thing that we have to do is try."

It wasn't an answer.It wasn't a solution.It was a direction.

Smitten glanced at Hero,and he saw a conflict within his eyes,and if Smitten tried hard enough,he could imagine what the Long Quiet would look like in this moment.He quickly rid himself of those thoughts,knowing that it would only hurt him more in the long run.

Truthfully,he did it to avoid thinking about Skeptic's words.Try?Try to forget about his love?Did he even deserve to do that?

"I guess,"Hero spoke up then,sounding unsure but hopeful,"I guess that could make living-like this-easier."

Then there were two pairs of eyes on him,and it was beginning to feel too much for Smitten,right up until Skeptic squeezed his hand softly and said, "Smitten?Are you okay?"

He stared at Skeptic-before bursting into soft cries and weeps,curling into himself as his wings hit the floor.

"I-I don't deserve to forget this pain,"he admitted, hugging himself tightly as both Hero and Skeptic hovered around him in concern."I failed her.Who would I be if I didn't constantly mourn our love?"

He was ready for this to be his fate,his punishment for not saving his beloved-but then there was Skeptic,quickly stepping up to him,his voice a soothing whisper as he went,"Hey,hey,it's alright, you're gonna be okay."He cupped Smitten's face, wiping away his tears with his thumbs,and Smitten couldn't help but lean in to the sweet embrace,and he was faintly aware that Hero was rubbing his back as well.

Skeptic smiled at him and whispered,"Everything's gonna be okay.You were the smitten voice, remember?Not the voice that was specifically in love with the princess.You're just full of love for everything,and that's why we all love you,Smitten."

He could only cry harder,and even Skeptic's smile began to wobble as he continued,"This pain will pass,for all of us,until it's just a sore memory in the back of our minds-and one day,you are going to love someone or something with your whole heart, and they're going to love you even more for that. But until that day comes,I need you to try,every single day,to live until this becomes bearable.Can you do that for me?"

Smittn wasn't sure if he believed in himself.But he believed that Skeptic deserved to relax every once in a while.He believed that Hero should never feel lonely or abandoned ever again.

So for them,for his love of his beautiful flock-he nodded his head.

Almost a month and a half later,Smitten began gardening,and he cried tears of joy as he watched the first flower bloom,and both Hero and Skeptic were both by his side to witness it.

[gutsondisplay]

I will at some point make a part 2 going over what made me find this, but right now that isn't important

There's a person on here who was (and still is) big in the anti radqueer community, vocal opponent of it on all sides

as in mentioning it 12 separate times in the huge display of userboxes you see before you even get to their name

The irony between their ID's and how aggressive they are towards the community is not lost on me

But the thing this post is actually about is something doll reblogged, and why I think a good portion of the anti radqueer space is filled with self hating para's or it's just generally not a space *for* them

Let's take a look

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This the first part, but already from the beginning we can tell this person has not entered the radqueer or any other tags from our community, they have not talked to or even at the least seen a single bio or post from our community, as most people from this community are queer outside of TransIDs and para's.

And I got the poll to prove it (ignoring the hundreds of posts you all make all the time/pos)

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And even without the entire community answering, majority of the answers still say they are queer.

So antis ignoring our identities is not unusual, but this is a new low considering they just ignored us on why we had transIDs and us being CisDisabled, now just all together not seeing us as queer?

But here's where it's gonna get really fucking bad. At the end of the screenshot, this person goes on about how radqueers "aren't actually para's", now you think it's bad here, but it can indeed get worse

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The person who reblogged this and is the only reason I saw this post is a para, they have it in their intro post. And yet they still rb something that calls them inherently violent

This rhetoric kills people, this rhetoric kills people.

Get it through your head when you read "paraphiles are inherently violent"

The societal message that people with certain attractions are harmful have existed for fucking ever, and it is a message that kills.

The message that someone being attracted to something in a "harmful" or "unnatural" way kills people. It kills parents, children, friends, family, coworkers, mentors, lovers. People you care about die due to that message.

That someone is a ticking time bomb until they hurt someone, that no matter why someone is the way that they are they will still hurt someone, that a victim of rape or csa will continue the cycle, those and many more hurt people.

This wild conspiracy theory that Radqueers don't have any idea what it's actually like being queer somehow turned into showing how much paramisia is IN the anti community

They can call themselves a safe space as much as they want, but no one pushed back on this post when I saw it, in fact antis were just going along with it

You aren't a safe space nor do you care about ANY group if you call them inherently violent.

Let's get to the end of this.

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The problem is that you (op, not you who is reading this) never looked into radqueer spaces.

My absolute BEST guess I have is this person is talking about identities that came up like JokeID and AesthID or maybe the one identity meme going on a sliding scale of how hard someone actually identifies with something

The "bunch" of posts then would people be other people exploring identity more in how they present OR the same thing again but instead of separate prefixes for identities, it's a silly meme

And why the fuck was circumgender involved??? As far as I'm concerned that doesn't really have anything to do with our community??????

No one has ever said the only "real" identities are para's, people are saying they mix with identity and transIDs, maybe LOOK in the community you are talking about

Not only that but this end part sounds WORD FOR WORD like a terf post, fucking "you see a bunch of posts about how those (trans) identities don't mean anything and the only real identity is attractions" is terf shit and should be seen as such

This post is riddled with fucking problems, but ironically in trying to make being queer the antithesis to straight marriage, op has included a bunch of other people into being queer, and also excluded a BUNCH of people from being queer. Making straightness and marriage and ones distance from it make a key point of one's queer identity makes the CENTER of queerness about straight people and marriage....

Are bisexual people in straight relationships less queer again? Do ace/aro people who enjoy sex or romance less queer? What about homo/heteroflexible people? GNC trans people in T4T straight presenting relationships aren't queer?

Those and MANY MANY more!

The queer experience is complicated and in no way shape or form should be limited and centered around others! Especially not to how society understands them!

Tldr; anti makes a post making terf and conspiracy theorist talking points and makes an argument that kills people and put straights first before queers

[darcytaylor]

I'm aware this is unfair and you don't have to entertain it, but I resent Antonia a little bit for making me think less of Luke because of her actions. Whenever she posts, I reexamine my opinion of him, not because of anything he's done, but because him being with her doesn't square with the opinion I've formed of him based on how he shows up in the world. I know it's not his responsibility to fit in with my view of him, I'm just tired of this. I don't know what to think of him at all anymore. I want to be a fan but she's making it hard. There's always that niggling feeling in the back of my mind of, what if he's in on the trolling, y'know? I just hope it isn't the case.

Thank you for sharing this - it’s an honest and vulnerable perspective, and I know people can relate to the dissonance you’re describing. It’s natural to form an opinion of someone based on how they present themselves publicly, and when their personal choices seem at odds with that image, it can feel weird (I’ve brought this up in another post a while back). I think your self-awareness about this is important, especially in acknowledging that it’s not his responsibility to fit into the image you’ve formed of him, even if it’s frustrating at times.

I also get why you may be questioning if he’s in on the trolling (if there is any trolling to begin with - I mean, there probably is some, but most of it seems pretty harmless). That said, I do think things tend to get blown way out of proportion by the fandom. However, unless there’s clear evidence of something more intentional, try to remind yourself that it might just be social media noise and not reflective of any deeper meaning on his part (and even hers).

On a more personal note, I’ve realized that I wouldn’t likely be friends with Luke or his type of friends (sorry, but it’s true, haha). Theatre aside, I can tell they’re not a group I’d naturally connect with - and honestly, that includes Luke. Have I seen some questionable things done by Antonia and her mother? Yes. But again, I don’t know any of the people involved. Who knows? Maybe I’d actually be best friends with all of them, haha! It’s entirely possible my preconceived notions are shaping this belief.

So again, I can’t stress this enough: it’s important to remember that we don’t actually know any of the people involved, and that includes Antonia (we don't actually know what kind of person she is). The image she’s curated within the fandom is partly her own doing, but at the end of the day, maybe she just doesn’t care about how she’s perceived in these spaces. While that might bother some people, it could also be seen as a good thing. If she’s happy and living her life on her own terms, then maybe that’s all that matters to her - and that could be valid.

I’ll admit, I’m way more of a people-pleaser. I hate confrontation, and I’d feel emotionally crushed if I had thousands of people hating me online. But just because I’d approach things differently doesn’t mean her way is wrong or ultimately makes her a bad person. It might just reflect different priorities, values, or ways of dealing with public scrutiny.

She is also very young, and what she posts is on brand for her and her friend group - which includes Luke. This doesn’t make me hate Luke, though. I think he’s super talented, and I find myself more invested in his career choices than his personal ones.

I think this all comes back to the complicated nature of para-social relationships. It’s okay to feel conflicted or even disappointed - it’s a natural part of navigating these dynamics. But maybe it’s worth considering whether entertaining her social media is really helping you. If it’s becoming too frustrating, it might be easier to block her and remove that source of stress for yourself. I know people on the internet tend to repost things, so it can be hard to avoid her altogether, but there are definitely spaces that don’t focus on her actions and posts. Maybe try to find a community like that (even just for a little while), because at the end of the day, she’s just a person who might be dating Luke.

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

“And the relative simplicity of her music works with people who just want something mindlessly play in the background. It's also really easy for average people- who have no musical background- to sing along with. The lines are simple rhymes, and she never really uses any specialized vocal techniques like Vibrato. Basically, it's music for bland people who think salt is a spice.”

Some of your takes are valid and it’s healthy to critique anything that amasses such a large following in pop culture. However I would argue there is a way to do this without coming across as a pretentious undergraduate who read a few required and recommended readings from the syllabus and now sips their tea with a pinkie protruding. Let’s remember that tumblr is not inherently full of academics and defining anyone who hasn’t got a certain level of education as average or bland is such an Americanised, my way or the highway way of thinking.

It is possible to have differing opinions to others without insulting their intelligence or falsely presenting them in a certain way. Average people as a term in general, is quite elitist and classist. For example, I have a PHD in literature and am a classical musician. I work in publishing and academia.

That said, I still enjoy pop music, sometimes something can just be enjoyable and it’s not that deep.

Criticising Taylor Swift is low hanging fruit for a lit major who claims to be allied with as many causes as yourself. Or, if you do decide to continue with it, I hope you do it in a more articulated manner that focuses more on the quality of your arguments, and not just an assumption that those who oppose you are stupid or “bland” when I suspect the truth is much more complex than that, as it always is.

Best of luck with further studies. I hope to see more diverse content from you in the future, maybe some literary analysis of contemporary texts, or other artists who you deem intellectual enough to enjoy, or some recommendations.

Honestly- I do not know with which tone I should address this anon. I cannot tell if you are being hostile- but I certainly feel that you are being condescending.  

Thanks for at least direct quoting my words with which you draw issue. I appreciate it- some people send me critiques but fail to outline which of my posts is the problem.  

I can capitulate to exactly one of your points- and admit it is a good point- that I am overly sassy on occasion. The post you are angry about is just me chitchatting with someone about Swift’s live shows- it wasn’t a literary analysis. I cannot do an academic analysis of her live shows- but that does not mean I don’t have an opinion of them.  

Again- it was opinion not argument or analysis. Not a serious post. This is not a blog where I am going to speak like an academic all of the time. I’m here to have a little fun- and try to remind myself why I actually do love what I do for a living.

Generally speaking- I will try to make a more obvious, clear difference between what is just an opinion and what is a researched, literary argument on Taylor Swift in my future posting. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.  

There are some other things about your ask that I want to address, because it struck me as a bit unnecessary.  

You say that I’m “coming across as a pretentious undergraduate who read a few required and recommended readings from the syllabus and now sips their tea with a pinkie protruding” (para. 1). This is condescending. No, I did not simply “read a few required and recommended readings” to complete my education. You say you’ve got a PHd in the same discipline- and yet you want to tell me all I did for my degree was read a couple of books? You should know the kind of intellectual work that goes into real literary study. I am trying to show people with this blog, at least in some small way, that while literary study is not so straightforwardly quantifiably valuable like, for instance, physics- it is still a real discipline. With real requirements on argumentation and logic. It takes intellectual skill to wrestle with concepts in literary theory – but more so to apply them in synthesis and interpretation of textual evidence.   

SO, why are you essentially patting my head and saying “aw-cute she read some books and now thinks she’s smart?”   

To be clear- I am not in undergrad. I have finished two different degrees and am currently working on my third.

Why would you accuse me of classism and elitism predicated solely on a bad joke in a post wherein I am not even doing any real literary analysis? What prompted that? I made no effort to even pretend the post in question was little more than opinion- my real posts however, about literary analysis, I take great pains to research and edit those together with care.  

Also, “Americanized” what? Are you American? Because people ‘round here don’t care about what level of education you’ve got? The access to education varies remarkably state to state- and down into Latin American too- and we all know it. So, there is very much a culture of “help each other out when struggling” and not a culture of thinking that everyone of Earth needs to go through American University in order to matter. What are you talking about? Do you think American’s hold the monopoly on having Dogmatic views or “my way or the highway” thinking? That’s obviously not true- so what are you trying to say here?  

Did you miss the part of my Bio where I talk about being a teacher? I am a teacher in one of the poorest- most unfunded places in the country. My friend- I am repulsed by the idea of classism- I take my position in my community very seriously. Knowledge is not a stick with which I attempt to beat others down- Please understand that.  

Next, you say it is possible to critique without insulting people’s intelligence (para. 2). um, I did not insult anyone’s intelligence? I said their taste in music was bland, which does not correlate to an assumption on their intelligence. Um- I have also said many times that I like simple pop- music. Am I calling myself stupid because I’ve been listening to “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter on repeat? NOpe. It’s just a silly little song- and dancing to it makes me feel cute, young and free- but it’s still a bland song with no literary or moral value. What exactly is the problem here?  

Okay, within this same point you draw issue with my use of the word average, saying that “average people, as a term...is quite elitist and classist” (para.3). Okay, you misinterpreted my use of the word “average” here- as I was not referring to people as “average” because they have no education, or a different education compared to my own. I was only using the term in the most colloquial sense- meaning “in general” or “on average” as in the median percentage of people have no musical background- therefore they find simplistic pop music the easiest to digest and the simplest thing to play in the background or sing to on car trips. It’s pleasing to the ear because we don’t have too much “work” into understanding it- that's what I mean when I say it’s bland. 

If oatmeal was a type of music- it would be pop music. bland filler- but you know it can still be good.   

Okay, let’s talk about your final point “Taylor Swift is Low Hanging Fruit” (para. Whatever I can’t be bothered to count). Ummm? A billionaire musician who has massive worldwide acclaim and social impact is “low-hanging” to you? I mean yeah- she's clearly not worth study through the lens of poetical semiotics, or God forbid- Linguistic Morphology; however, there are several different ways a good analysis of her work could function- through feminist, Marxists, Post-colonialist, or anything under the umbrella of cultural studies. I also intend to do a rhetorical analysis on her use of “lower class” aesthetics and how that attracts the audience she wants. And, I’ve done a couple of syntactical analyses. However, I had to prop those up with a dichotomization of her work to someone with more impressive literary value, like Kendrick Lamar, because her work alone is not strong enough for that type of analysis.  

Apologies if I have written a return, you did not expect or want- perhaps, I should be less sensitive on the internet. I do often brush off people's condescension, especially when I notice that they are extremely young or just do not know anything at all about my field of study. Because why worry about uninformed opinions? I wanted to speak with you, however, because you do care. It is obvious, and I am glad that people do care. I admire you for caring about the integrity of the discipline- but I really wasn’t doing what you thought I was doing.  

 I admire anyone who also studies Literature, and you say you’re a classical musician, I think that’s so impressive! I love classical music! Rachmaninoff makes me feel insane! I love it! You know that one O’Hara poem? The one that is an ode to Rachmaninoff’s birthday that ends “you’ll never be mentally sober” because I feel that line in my bones. And don’t even get me started on Tchaikovsky- Truly, you might never hear the end of it. (CAnnoNS!!!!??? what a guy)

 I just wanted to clear up anything that you found offensive- but I also defended myself because you do know what I’m talking about when it comes to literary study- and so the conversation took priority over the other meaningless “hate” messages I get. And- boy howdy- I've been getting hate messages pretty much daily. 

Promise to no longer be condescending to me and I think we ought to be friends and not fight- let me start- what did you concentrate on for your PHd? 

 I, myself, focus on post-colonialism, feminist theory, and post-modernist thought in American Literature. I work mainly within US Multi-ethnic literature, though, outside of school, I have an intense fascination with medieval or ancient Literature- primarily, these days, classical Sanskrit poetry. Last year it was an obsession with old Norse literature- lol I like to switch things up. Have you ever read the Heliand? It’s about Viking Jesus- so cool and written in old Saxon! But, anyway, I think the unique prosody of Sanskrit is so neat-o. My other obsession is this one old french poem called "le roman de silence" what a crazy little gender-bending 13th century thing that is (haha). And this doesn't even get into my philosophical preoccupations- though I believe I will discuss those on my blog, too, at some point.

Anyway- perhaps I will talk about my more niche interests on this blog- all good things in time. I have no interest in solely focusing on Taylor Swift forever- but I do want to finish saying all the things I’ve been holding back for years. I think it’s important- because Swift holds such a massive influence over people. It’s healthy, as you said, to critique people like that.  

Okay- Sorry I talked soo long. Peace Out :)

[mily12]

Songs of the Soul

Hello, this is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. If you want, you can leave ideas and maybe we can do something cool by putting them together ❤️ Forgive me for any writing mistakes.

Gif is not mine.

English is not my first language 🤍

1440 words ☆

It was not to be expected that all you would find in the lands that were once green, would be only death and destruction. It was not to be expected that one day all those you loved would be gathered together and reduced to nothing less than the dust of the earth. But this was obvious, from dust we are made and to dust we shall return.

The truth is that in this era you could not expect anything else, these lands are cursed and nothing more! One day what was a beautiful place and the next just ashes. But as it was said before, nothing to expect, not even a love from someone who could not feel anything other than the desire for power, or maybe everyone thought so, or maybe even the one who claims to be the great Sauron thought so. Could it be that the master deceiver is so skilled in his skills that he can deceive himself?

You were mortal, completely, made only of skin and bones. You would not be powerful like the beautiful elves, much less so strong as to break a rock with your hands like the dwarves. Reduced and condemned to this, just a mere mortal. But what made the lord of deceit cast his eyes upon you?

You didn't possess the light that the elves so adored, but even so he found himself wishing to be closer to you.

“You should try to get some rest,” his voice echoes in a worried tone as a touch rests on the shoulder of the one you met a few days ago.

“Seriously Halbrand, I don’t see you resting and eating just a little” you sit down next to him, letting your foot touch the ocean water that was dangerously freezing.

“There’s no way to rest when all I see is just darkness and more water wherever I look,” he mumbles and looks at your face, as if he was looking into your soul, with a deep gaze that would easily make anyone else move away and avoid contact with the dark-haired man.

But not you, you were different and it was already driving you crazy! The first time you met, on the road, instead of fear or anything like that, you felt a chill. It's like something had changed inside you, like songs from the soul.

“Okay, but rest, I'm sure you'll soon end up passing out from exhaustion” the best of the best smiles found their way onto her beautiful face.

It was no secret that since your youth, you were someone who always tried to think of the best, even in the worst situations, like now, stranded in the middle of the sea with a beast on the loose.

After some recent events, you found yourself admiring the great island of Numenor. After all, who wouldn't admire the island that was gifted to you by the Valar themselves! You had only heard stories of great constructions that men could not make, but apparently, on this island they could.

It was like a chance to redeem himself, to forget the recent past that haunted the southern lands.

“ Isto é tão lindo” você arfou com surpresa ao tocar em todas as estruturas que conseguia ao caminhar pela bela cidade. Halbrand se pegou sorrindo para sua reação, claro que o lugar de onde ele veio, isso era apenas o mais simples de todos.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he pulled your hand to walk through the city. A few days were what the Queen Regent was given to think about whether you would leave for your lands, but of course you didn’t want to go back, you would never go back to that place again. Yes, it was the idea of the elf you met on the way, the horrible thing about it is that she acted as if she had something with Halbrand, a connection and you felt jealous, of course, why didn’t you?

You were with him on the road, on the shipwreck and now at this moment, why did she have the right to arrive when the caravan was already moving and get involved in this as if she were doing something bigger?

You were overthinking, causing Halbrand to look at your face and wonder why your brow was furrowed like you had just tasted lemon.

“If you keep frowning like that, you’ll end up with wrinkles,” he smiled playfully as he approached you and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. The act made your heart race. It’s these small acts that not only make your heart warm, but your breath catch, your throat close, or even as if your soul were dancing a new dance.

For heaven's sake, you didn't know why your body betrayed you so easily.

“The elf, Galadriel.. do you trust her?”

You bit your lip waiting for the answer, of course the way you were incredibly nervous, and looked down with your eyes, were visibly pathetic in his eyes. Pathetically beautiful, that was what the dark lord didn't understand, how a being so inferior to his existence made him feel these feelings.

“Trust is a very strong word, there is only one person I trust and she is right in front of me jealous” he smiled mischievously making you shy under his gaze, jealousy? Was that what he thought you felt? Well, he was right.

“I’m not jealous” you pouted and by the gods that exist, he found it so cute, it was a beautiful sight that he would want to keep in his memory for the rest of his existence.

He smiled even more and came closer, closing the distance between you, leaning in and whispering in your ear. “I have my eyes on you.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and began to move away only to look at you again and say

“Come on, we have to explore the whole city.” You stood still for a few seconds, as if every simple gesture this man made caused you to go completely awry? If this was paradise, then you prayed that whatever powerful force existed would never allow you to leave.

“Wait”

you ran and ended up colliding with his fully defined back, the smell of iron and salt that was his unique aroma entered your nostrils, so good you thought.

“And if I were jealous, what would I say? “

você mordeu o lábio inferior admitindo que realmente sentia um pouco. Ele se virou lentamente e uma risada true retumbou em seu peito. Lentamente ele abaixou seus dedos para que alcançasse seus lábios e fez um pequeno gesto de carinho.

“Then I would ask you to become my wife.”

He looked deep into your eyes, but never wavered. To your surprise he grabbed your waist and there was no more space between you.

“What?”

He repeated the words, as if he had somehow disbelieved them.

“Marry me”

He whispered again, looking at her lips for a brief moment before looking into her eyes again.

“Be mine and only mine, I will give you everything you want, little by little everything will be at your command”

He closed the distance between you with a kiss that at first was something passionate, but over the seconds it became more needy, something that had been desired for so long. When the need for oxygen became present, you lightly touched his chest, completely relaxed by your touch.

" Yes"

You said breathlessly with the brightest smile plastered on your face.

“And you will be mine, only mine”

You exclaim before leaving a small kiss on his face. You said that nothing that came from the south would be good, but you never imagined finding someone that you would love so much.

Finding your other soul, after all, wouldn't be just anyone who would make both of your souls vibrate in this way. As if a greater force had brought you both together, and you would make the most of it. And he himself didn't know he could feel any other feeling, much less love! Who would have thought that such a corrupted being would be capable of feeling the purest of feelings. He wished for more and more power, but at this moment not so that Middle Earth would fall at his feet, but to protect his beloved. At this moment, you and only you are the most important being in your existence now, with your eyes completely fixed on you and your souls in perfect harmony.

A song that only the two of you can understand.

[lovepeaceandtarot]

Pick a card - Random Message

(Escolha uma carta - Mensagem aleatória)

If you want a reading on your energy, just schedule a paid reading with me in DM!

(Se quiser uma leitura na sua energia, basta agendar uma leitura paga comigo na DM!)

If that found you, it was for a reason. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t resonate.

(Se isso encontrou você, é por uma razão. Pegue o que ressoar e deixe o que não ressoa.)

Card 1 - "Someone will cross your way and make your heart beat faster. A letter is already coming to you. Someone will bring you sweets..”

(Carta 1: “Alguém vai cruzar o teu caminho e fazer o teu coração bater mais forte. Uma carta já está chegando para você. Alguém vai lhe trazer doces.”)

Card 2 - "Check your emails or social networks, there's something new there for you. Maybe what you're waiting for so long is already there.”

(Carta 2 - “Cheque os seus emails ou redes sociais, tem uma novidade lá para você. Talvez o que você tanto espera, já está lá.”)

Card 3: "Be patient, all the wait will be worth it for you.. Enjoy the gift before receiving what so much you want.."

(Carta 3: “Seja paciente, toda a espera vai valer a pena para você.. Aproveite o presente antes de receber o que tanto você quer.”)

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[fortune-fool02]

Language of Love

Luis Serra x female reader

Requested by: @leons-little-slut

Can I ask for a Luis Serra x Reader who doesn’t speak Spanish as their first language and keeps getting confused when Luis keeps flirting with her and won’t tell her what he’s saying? Maybe he even goes as far as confessing to her in Spanish randomly one day and she asks what he said but he won’t tell her so she decides to translate it later herself because she can’t get it out of her head and wants to know what he was saying. Any ending where they end up together is up to you! This is my first time ever asking on Tumblr so I hope I’m doing this right and I hope this isn’t too much to ask!

Warning: No spoilers for RE 4 Remake. Fluff.

I love this so much! I hope you enjoy! Thank you.

Please enjoy.

Since the very first moment he laid his eyes on her, Luis knew he wanted to be with her. [Name] was a remarkable woman, someone who never failed to surprise him, be it with simple little things or aiding in milestones of their research. Their paths had originally begun when they met in collage. Both rising stars among their peers and sometimes even pitted against one another, their test scores rivalling only each other. Both either equal or the difference of but one mark.

And yet, the two never saw one another as competition or rivals. [Name] had stated time and time again that she was impressed by Luis' intelligence and was more than happy when she learned that he, too, had been accepted by Umbrella. The man was someone she enjoyed the company of. Even if he did have his moments of playful banter and flirtations. Though, [Name] never knew how to react as Luis would never tell her what he said, finding her light confusion adorable.

One little name he often liked calling her was Cariño, which [Name] had been able to deduct as a pet name of sorts. He always called her that, no one else. But he would never tell her what it meant, no matter how many times she asked him. Each time she did, he would smile and give her a little wink. At moments like that, she wished she had studied Spanish at school.

Sitting at her computer desk, her fingers danced along the keyboard as she typed in the report of their recent development in research. A knock at her door caught her attention.

"Yes?" The door opened and Luis stepped forward, that smile on his face as always, the little dimples showing as he closed the door behind him. "Hello, Luis. What brings you by?" She asked, noticing the paper folded in the man's hand.

"Can I not visit my delightful Cariño?" Something flickered in his eyes, something akin to nervousness despite his attempts to hide it behind his sweet words and smile. [Name] had known him long enough to notice the little details. The little chips in his mask.

"What's with the paper? Another list for me to work through?" She motioned to the paper in his hands to which he shook his head.

"Not quite. But it is something else for you." He carefully unfolded the piece of paper and cleared his throat lightly before reading aloud.

"Querida mía, desde el momento en que te conocí, supe que eras especial. He pensado en ti cada día y más, tu presencia una luz en mi vida más hermosa que las estrellas en la noche, y el sol en el día. No puedo verme sin ti, así que te pido que seas mía para poder mostrarte cuánto significas para mí."

He finished with a warm smile, his smoke grey eyes falling onto her face as he gently folded the paper again. [Name] blinked once then twice.

".... um...." That was all she could get out. Not a single word did she understand or have any idea what it could even be. Was this another one of his little jokes? "Luis, you know I can't understand Spanish."

"Then lucky for you, I wrote it down." He handed her the paper, his fingertips lightly lingering against hers for a moment. "Come see me when you figured it out." With a cheeky wink, he left without another word, leaving her baffled at the script in her hands.

She couldn't help but admit the mysterious letter had consumed her curiosity. Once she finished her work, she turned her attention to the letter, trying to decipher it. Luis was clearly not going to offer even a little hint. Still, she wasn't going to let this get the best of her, she was going to translate it without his help and rub it in his face.

Carefully typing out the letter, she looked over the words to ensure the spelling was correct and clicked enter. The translation popping up on the screen:

"My dearest, Since the moment I first met you, I knew you were special. I have thought of you each day and more, your presence a light in my life more beautiful than the stars at night, and the sun in the day. I cannot see myself without you, and so, I ask that you be mine so I can show you just how much you mean to me."

Her eyes ran over the translation once then twice and yet a third time, the words sinking into her mind. If this translation was accurate, the words were heartfelt and sweet, perhaps the sweetest she has ever heard come from the man. Her heart pulsed, filling with a tenderness that brought a smile to her lips. Picking up the letter, she headed off to search for Luis, checking his office first.

Luis looked over the second he heard the door handle twist, setting his glasses aside. "So, did you figure out the letter?"

[Name] stood in the doorway, holding it gently in her hands, and nodded. "Did you mean it? What you wrote?" She wanted to know if it was true, that this wasn't a silly little joke of some kind. Luis nodded.

"Every word and more." The two stood in silence for a moment then she walked over to him, her arms wrapping around his body and pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. ""Every word and more." The two stood in silence for a moment then she walked over to him, her arms wrapping around his body and pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"You could have just told me." Luis' arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as he connected their lips together,

"Now where's the fun in that?"