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minihotdog · 11 months ago

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The Lass Next Door

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x OC Isla

OC Appearance: Isla (aye-lah) is a Latina with curly brown hair.

a/n: Proofread like shit. I always imagined Soap having a wonderful mom <3

Word Count: 800

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“Oh ma dear Johnny, ye’ll loe her!” John’s mom gleams into the phone. She stands next to the phone with a hand on her hip over her red flowery apron. A massive cheetah print clip pulls back her black curly hair.

“Aye, maw?” He smiles, happy to hear his mother’s warm and loving voice for the first time in months.

“She jist moved intae the toon and she’s a pure gem. I invited her fur yer dinner.”

“I cannae wait tae meet her, maw.”

She pulls away to yet at the two fighting kids running through the kitchen.

“Youse bairns are ower auld tae be carryin’ oan like the mad beasts! Tak’ a seat!” She huffs before putting the phone back to her ear.

“Yer wee nephews are drivin’ me aff ma heid.”

He chuckles, his oldest sister’s kids were the sweetest kids he’s ever met but when their mom isn’t around they could terrorize a village.

“So, whin will ye hae some weans o’ yer ain?” She probes.

“A’ll be there braw soon tae gie them a guid skelpin.” He says, ignoring the question she’s been asking for years.

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“Oh, love, ah’m that excited fur ye tae meet ma ain, Johnny. It’s not often that he’s home.” She motions for you to sit at the table while she finishes up the cooking.

“Why’s that?” You question. With the way Ms. Mactavish speaks of her son, you’d imagine they’d hate being apart.

“He’s SAS, ye ken? He’s a pure success, Ah’m sae proud o’ ma boy.” She smiles really big. You can’t help but smile with her. The way she talks about him is so heartwarming.

Suddenly a loud thud erupts from the backyard. Ms. Mactavish goes running outside.

“Aye! Didnae I tell ye wee yins tae calm doon wi’ yer games?!”

Just then the front door swings open.

“Maw, I’m home!”

“Oh, Johnny!” She cries out, rushing inside. They embrace each other, he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” She grabs his stubble-covered cheeks, giving them a pinch as he protests.

“Come oan, come an meet oor new neighbour, Isla.”

You stand to shake his hand with a friendly smile. Once he comes into the kitchen you’re a wave of shock washes over you.

This is the darling baby boy she’s been talking about?!

He’s massive. He towering over you, his ice-cold eyes match every member of his family present along with his black hair that was shaved at the sides into a mohawk. His shoulders are wide, his arms are muscular and covered in dark hair. Your eyes drop to his boyish grin and just below his lips a scar running along his chin. He’s all man, rugged as can be. His black shirt is a little too tight around his biceps and his jeans stretch over his thick thighs.

Oh dear god.

His massive hand takes your small one in a gentle shake. The callouses on his palm leave your skin buzzing and wanting more.

***Johnny’s POV***

I walk past the old door spotting the dents I’d made in it with a BB gun when I was about 12 years old. A smile glues itself to my face once the familiar scent hits my nose. It smells like home.

“Maw, I’m home!”

She comes running around the corner.

“Oh, Johnny!” She wraps me in her arms.

“Maw,” I mutter.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” Tears brim in her eyes. I try to shake her hands off when she pinches my cheeks like I’m still her wee boy.

“Come oan, come an’ meet our new neighbour, Isla.” She grabs me by the arm, dragging me to the kitchen. Upon turning the corner I see a lass-

Steamin’ Jesus-

Her long brown curly hair falls down her shoulders and back. A perfect background to contrast her figure, slim hourglass falling into her wide hips and a behind I couldn’t wait to peek at when she wouldn’t notice.

She’s wearing these big geeky glasses and behind them, I almost melt at the sight, two warm brown eyes. Her plump lips, little round chin, bone structure of a goddess with just enough roundness to her cheeks to keep her as cute as a doll, and her sunkissed skin unlike anyone I’ve seen in this town. Her t-shirt sticks to her figure and her jeans look like they’d only come off if they were cut.

I try to keep my eyes from wondering too much.

Oh fuck. This lassie is gonna pure make me keel ower.

“Eh! Isla?” I take her hand in mine, dwelling on how soft it feels and fits so perfectly in mine.

“Nice to meet you.”

Her voice, tha’ perfect smile… I may as well ask fur forgiveness now, maw, ‘cause I’m gonna start wheezin’ like a dog.

“Can I call you Johnny?” She asks me so politely.

Fuck’s sake, call me a bastard if ye like.

“Aye, bonnie, that’ll dae fur me.”

“Bonnie…?” She gets cut off by my rambunctious nephews running inside.

“Uncle Johnny!” They yell in unison and jump on me.

“Hey! I was talkin’ tae ma new pal ye scunners!” I laugh at the two, lifting both of them in separate arms.

“Hand on noo. Gie yersels intae yer seats, it’s time tae eat!”

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xmissrogersx · 9 months ago

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“Cinnamon Girl” | Javier Peña

tags | javier pena x female reader. Fluff. Mental issues. Latina reader.

My writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

I hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

The morning at the DEA office was peaceful and undisturbed, oddly enough. Steve and Javier had gone to do an inspection of the center along with most of the staff and I was to take care of the report to present it to Carrillo as soon as possible.

I sighed calmly. It was those moments when I was able to find some peace in spite of what we dealt with on a daily basis. Just me and my background music.

-You almost hit me with the door, you idiot.

Goodbye beautiful stillness, and hello unbridled chaos.

-Hey, Priscilla, would you listen to these recordings I made of the witnesses? I don't understand shit of what they say....

Hello to Steve's requests, who doesn't spend a minute learning Spanish.

It sounded like they had found a massacre at the hands of Escobar based on the commotion that had been going on in a minute.

I nodded biting my lip.

-No problem —I sighed, but now with a bit of trepidation as I looked at the 8 cassettes he had given me. La puta madre.

-Cortez, I need you to transcribe this... —sheets and sheets fell like mountains in front of me.

-What is this? -I asked but I didn't get an answer because I couldn't even see who had done it.

-The report as soon as possible, Cortez —Carrillo walked across the room to his office.-And don't omit the witness statements.

I began to feel short of breath and tried to count mentally, but the hustle and bustle in the office only worsened my condition. Priority list. Yes, that's it. Recordings, notes, report to Carrillo. Recordings, notes, report...

-Hey...

-What?! —I shouted so loudly that the rest of my colleagues turned to see me, or rather to see us.

When I looked up I saw Javier who was in front of me with a frown on his face and the rest of the DEA with their eyes on me. Great, yet another reason to want the earth to swallow me up. Tears threatened to fall down my face. I saw in front of me he noticed and tried to get closer, and I couldn't bear to be seen that way.

So I ran. I ran to the bathroom. How stupid I felt. When I tried to close the door, an arm stopped me.

-Hermosa, let me in —Javier's voice sounded from the other side.

-No...please, I can... —I said breaking on the last word, to which he with a little force opened the door.

I felt I had no strength to defend myself. My hands were shaking and I couldn't stand up, making me feel more embarrassed.

But in a second, I felt how his arms picked me up from the floor to what I supported and clung to his neck, as if he was the only life preserver in the middle of my storm.

-Javi...

-Shh.

The whole office looked at us dumbfounded, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was to concentrate on inhaling Javier Peña's aroma. Cigarettes, whiskey and a slight hint of cinnamon. I smiled foolishly, as I confirmed that he eat’s for breakfast the cookies I left on his desk.

-Finish the report, cabron, she takes the rest of the day. And anyone who has a problem has to deal with me.

Murphy just nodded with a concerned look. I knew he didn't really want to burden me with extra weight.

He drove to the entrance of his apartment, and the moment he got out of the car, he quickly took me back into his arms. At another time I would have complained, but I felt I didn't have the strength to argue with him, and because I loved being carried that way.

He deposited me on the couch letting me lie down and proceeded to take off his bulletproof vest and walked over to me and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

-Would you like some tea? -he asked, to which I tried to contain my laughter.

-You never drink tea.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears I had been holding back escape and only Javi acting that way could make them cascade down my cheeks.

-Vida mía, don't cry —he said, kissing my forehead.

-Everyone thinks I'm weak and weepy.

-No, no...

-The whole DEA saw how I ran away, Javi. And not even that I'm an agent, for God's sake, I'm a useless attempt at a journalist who only has to make reports with what others tell her. I have to work twice as hard, since I'm not even allowed to participate in a minimum of one case. I’m useless.

-I didn't know you felt that way —I nodded, staring at the bracelet I had been given for my birthday.

He sat down next to me, then lifted me slightly and sat me on his lap. A silence echoed and as I looked up and saw his thoughtful face. I knew he was debating in his mind.

-This is what we're going to do, you're going to come with me on the next raid we have and you can actually participate, but on the condition that you wear a vest and helmet.

I smiled and pounced on him spreading little kisses all over his face, wishing this moment would last into eternity.

For the first time someone is hugging me without hurting me.

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luvly-writer · 2 years ago

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"But oh..Cara mia”

Ch. 5: We needed the context

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Toxic Relationships

Author's note: Originally, chapter 4 and 5 were supposed to be one, but it was too long so I have to cut it into two. Enjoy!

Taglist: @lorosette @prettyacademia00 @nanas-teatime

Series Masterlist:

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Babs paused to drink water and take a deep breath. Everyone else stayed in silence, processing what was going on.

They all knew Dick and Yn's relationship was rocky at best. They had their peaceful moments but it was still terrible. Yet with all the context Barbara had provided, the only thought in their heads was "What in the actual fuck?" Stephanie spoke up, "Honestly, I don't know how everyone around them could handle all of this. I'm getting a headache just listening." Duke and Cass nodded numbly. Damian was baffled, how could these two people that were known to be anything but hateful, be nothing but destructive to one another. Jason was just staring into the abyss. He had talked about this before with Barbara and Yn. He knew what was coming next and he knew that what Barbara would tell now, would be the main reason for the present-day issues. Tim was eating everything up. His mind was going a mile a minute. This had been the one question he had never been able to answer and he was anxious to finally understand what went wrong. Finally, Barbara continued. "Like I said, the arguments they had at the moment, allowed me to see details I had missed before. I would see how Yn's distance hurt Dick, how he would constantly search for her everywhere, how his words were the only ones that could bring her to tears. Oh, it was truly catastrophic. You never knew what was going to happen, whether it was Bruce and Dick or Yn and Dick. Finally, Dick moved to Bludhaven at 19 and Yn was allowed space to breathe. One day, however, my curiosity got the best of me and I cornered her and asked her what truly was wrong. I used all the evidence I had gathered and presented it to her. She had no fight left to give me.

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Barbara had invited Yn for a sleepover at her house. They had this a million times, yet this one felt different. Yn was a junior now and was working her ass off for a summer scholarship at MIT before her senior year. They finally had a break to sit down and relax. The day had gone great so far, both went to see a movie, did some shopping, and enjoyed some of their time together. Soon it was nightfall and in normal sleepover tradition, they decide to stay out late. Bruce had given them the night off, wanting the girls to enjoy some me time because they deserved it. Barbara was laying on her bed and Yn sat on the mattress she usually slept on whenever she stayed over. They were both scrolling through their phones. Barbara was working up the courage to ask Yn about all the things she had doubts regarding Dick. Finally, she sat up, took a deep breath, and called out her name. "Yn", The girl looked up from her phone and once she saw Barbara's anxious expression, she climbed up and sat in front of her, "Barbie, what's wrong? Are you okay?"Yn asked worried about her friend, and so Barbara began, "We are best friends, right?"Yn nods, "and you'd tell me everything, right?" Yn nodded again, "Even if it is about a boy you deemed to hate but started to have feelings for and said boy is my ex?" Barbara laid it out there. She knew she should have had a softer approach, but that would have given Yn, time to evade the question and topic like she had so expertly done many times before. Yn tensed up and her eyes widened. She then asked, "What do you mean, Barbara?" and Barbara deadpanned at her, "Yn, you can't possibly believe that me, YOUR best friend in the entire world, wouldn't notice it. You avoid any conversation with him, you avoid him as a whole, you care about him, you care what he thinks of you, you care for him, YN, don't lie to me anymore. Don't carry such a big burden yourself, we are best friends, almost sisters, I'm here for you." Having said that, Yn burst into tears, "I hate him, Barbara, I hate him so much! But I hate even more, that I can't completely hate him because it's him!" Barbara pulled her friend into a hug. "and I tried so hard to get rid of these feelings, I tried Barbara, but they won't go away!" the young girl wailed. Barbara held her friend and allowed her to calm down so that she could explain everything. Once she did, she began her explanation, "It began when he came back from the Teen Titans, he was different, not just physically, but emotionally too, he felt different. I thought of it as just a silly crush because he had grown up and he looked soo good and he had matured. I said to myself that it was all looks and just like the time we met, once he opened his mouth, all the charm would go away. But oh Barbara, it didn't, the feelings didn't go away! We still kept on fighting but he made it nearly impossible to not like him. Do you know how many times we had to be tied together, with me smelling his cologne and just having him near me. And he had gotten smarter too, I never wanted to admit it, but his tactics were amazing. Then one night, I went down to drink water and I heard whimpers coming from his room. He was having a nightmare. I tried to wake him up, and help him. At first, he was disoriented and called me Slade, which I was confused by. I helped him breathe and relax his mind. After he had calmed down, I gave him the water I had taken and stood up to leave but he asked me to stay. He looked so vulnerable and broken so I did stay. I asked him if he wanted to talk about it and told him that most times when you talk about nightmares, they don't repeat themselves. And so he started telling me. He told me about Slade, how he was manipulated by him and taken as his apprentice, he told me of how he put the Titans at risk, and how even after he was defeated he was still hunted by him for some time after and it was killing him from the inside. Thankfully, the Titans were able to find a cure. After he told me everything, we decided to stay there and talk.

We had never really actually had a civil conversation before. I asked him about his life at the circus and if he missed it. He told me about his parents and about everything there and how he did miss it sometimes. I told him about my parents. He asked about Puertp Rico and I told him about every summer when I spend half of it in Puerto Rico and the other half on Themyscira and how Diana always tried to help me maintain both of my heritages alive. He taught me a few words in Romani and I taught him a few in Spanish. It was a great moment. Then The day after, it felt as if something had changed. Whenever he had a nightmare, he would text me or call me and he would tell me about it and we would talk for hours on the phone. Those hours of vulnerability were the highlight of my days. Then both of you became a thing and I didn't want to lose you, Babs. I knew that from his side, there were no feelings aside from a partner in the hour of sadness, but I knew there were feelings on my side and I wanted to end them. So I distanced myself. You must believe me, Babs, I wanted to get rid of those feelings. If I had to choose between you and him, I would choose to stay by your side before anything. Yn said panicked and Barbara reassured her with a smile, "Im not mad, Yn. You never acted on them, On the other hand, you distanced yourself. I know you would never try to hurt me. I'm not mad at that. I'm not angry at you. Well a little, but not because you feel that, but because you felt as if you needed to suffer alone. I'm always here." said Babs and a fresh round of tears overtook Yn, she continued her story, "Then you guys broke up, but I still didn't want anything to do with him, I felt disgusting, liking my friend's ex. By then I still hadn't identified that what I felt was..." YN didn't want to say it, because saying it confirmed it, "Love?" finished Barbara and Yn did a face. Barbara couldn't help but laugh at her friend. "It's not bad! You can say you love him Yn!" Yn looked at her exasperated and said, "No Barbara, we will not confirm this by saying it, there is no it to confirm, it is a meaningless crush, and infatuation at best, IT WILL LEAVE" It made Barbara laugh again and say, "You are so deep in denial, but continue" Yn glared at her, making Barbara laugh once again and continued. "Then, my kidnapping happened and Slade took me and tortured me, Barbara I was so scared cause I knew what had happened to Dick and it was going to happen to me. Slade thought that the only person whomst he was causing damage to was Bruce and I didn't want him to know, Dick was close to me too cause then it would be worse. Yet he still found out, and Barbara that was terrifying. He truly is a monster. When I was rescued, Dick slept by my bedside the majority of the time. He would visit and those moments of vulnerability came back again, this time it wasn't me providing the support. One time, I even expressed that I would sometimes feel used and that he only saw me as a therapist but he reassured me that what was between the two of us was different. He didn't put a name to it, and neither did I but I just viewed it as two people finding solidarity over the same traumas. It was all fine while I was in recovery, but once was done, I distanced myself again. Barbara, I hate these feelings so so so much. Then, he began to fight with Bruce and he took it out on me. I thought we would be past that but we weren't. Even if I knew he wasn't in the right headspace, I was not going to allow him to step over me and treat me like shit, and even if I knew he never meant the majority of the things he said to me, they still cut worse than a knife! Oh, Babs! GOD FUCK NOOOOOO! I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY!" she said, her final words being muffed by her friend's shoulder as she tried to comfort her. The two girls stayed a while, Yn calming down from the intensity of the moment and Barbara processing all the information given to her.

Finally, Yn whispers, "How'd you know" and Barbara answered, "The change was visible to everyone. We all knew something happened. What exactly? No one knew what to say, but we knew. We could tell you guys had changed." They stayed in silence for a while, but Barbara wasn't going to let these sleepover be ruined by feelings and sadness, so in true best-friend nature, she turned to Yn and said, "Taking out ALL of the trauma and shit, YOU like Dick Grayson! YOU!" she teased. Sensing the teasing tone in her best friend's voice, Yn took a pillow and smacked her, "Shut up, no I don't" and Barbara laughed out, "Oh yes you do! You so do. You don't just like him, yn, you fell IN LOVE with him." Yn, who had opted to stare at the ceiling, widened her eyes in alarm. "oh no...OH GOD NO! I'M IN LOVE WITH DICK GRAYSON! DICK FUCKING GRAYSON!" she said horrified and Barbara laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. "Oh my, you love Dick Grayson!" and Yn sat up even more horrified, "This is disgusting!" to which Barbara wheezed out another round of laughter. What a night...

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Barbara recalls the memory fondly, she looks around, to see everyone waiting for her to finish, this is the quietest they have ever been. She continues, "Thankfully, Dicks departure to Bludhaven gave the girl time and space to breathe. Time passed and Jason arrived, stealing everyone's heart with him. Yn adopted Jason as the younger brother she never had. She graduated from high school, high honors the bitch, and entered Gotham University. Most days, she would take Jason with her to the library to study, for ice cream, or just anything. She truly adored Jason, " Jason smiled softly, recalling all the moments he shared with his older sister before his death. "Then, Dick came back and he would fight with Bruce, feeling replaced by Jason and Yn would come to both of their rescues. "

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"Yn, Bruce fucking replaced me! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM?!" Dick screamed at the young girl, who was looking at him angrily. "Richard, you CHOSE to leave! Jason earned the mantle fair and square. YOU DON'T GET TO WHINE ABOUT SOMETHING YOU ABANDONED" she responded frustrated

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"Yn always stood up for both of them. Bruce, being the only father figure she had, even though it was sometimes dysfunctional, they both care for one another, and seeing as she never left Bruce for long lapses of time, they had formed a bond. And Jason, well that was her little brother, he had no fault in any of this. Finally, Dick came around and started treating Jason and Bruce better. Finally giving in to the brother figure. Dick and Yn went back to civil terms, even to the point that Bruce's PR decided to pull a move and have Dick and Yn play the two happy young lovers at a gala. Each was set to take waltz classes growing up and had been taught by Bruce and Diana how to behave at galas, so this small mission wasn't too bad for them," Jason's eyes lit up in recognition, he then said, "I remember that, Alfred told both of them to teach me how to waltz!" and Barbara laugh, "OMG! Yes! I remember that

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They were standing in one of the living rooms, Jason and Barbara on the sofas and Yn and Dick, standing in front of them. Yn began explaining, "It is said, that when the perfect waltz is danced, both people can have a candle in their hands and it won't blow away because of how smooth the dance is." she explained, lighting a candle and getting into position with Dick. Barbara whispered to Jason, "The real phrase is when you dance the waltz with the perfect partner, but neither of them would ever EVER admit that they are each other's perfect waltz partner" making Jason giggle. Finally, Yn and Dick began counting the steps, "Ok, pay attention, Jason, Babs, stop distracting him. And one, two, three, one, two, three..." said Yn, and at some point, Dick, whispered at her, "Stop looking at your feet, you have to look at me. We need to sell it, plus, looking at you feet makes you not dance with fluidness" making the girl look up and glare at him, "I'm making sure that I am teaching the correct way, Richard." This made the boy laugh and retort, "how will you teach him if you aren't being natural. Relax, we'll do great" Truth be told, Yn didn't want to look at him for fear that she would get lost in them, those baby blues had a hold on her. Finally, she did end up looking, and just as she had thought she got lost in them. She stopped counting and just kept dancing. Both too busy and lost with the other person failed to see, a. Barbara looking at Jason and telling him that she told him so, causing the boy to laugh, and b. the candle that never blew away.

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"Unfortunately, good things can't last forever. Yn and Dick would return to their bickering yet this time it was a whole different reason than the other times. Yn would always tell me that this whole relationship of solitude never ended. On the contrary, anytime Dick or her needed comfort, they would always turn to each other. Late-night calls became a constant, and that created another problem. You see, every time Dick left Gotham he reunited with someone. Kory. They dated when they were back on the Titans but by then Yn wasn't an issue since they still despised each other. Then, the second time he left, Kory felt something had changed but having assumed that Yn was still an annoying kid to him, she directly assumed it had something to do with me. Then The third time he went back, her attentions were on YN. After the publicity stunt, many arguments between Kory and Dick had Yn as a topic. She would scream and fight that he was falling for her and he would defend that they weren't even friends, to begin with so how was that possible. Then she would ask him to cut ties with her and he would explain that he technically couldn't because they worked together every time he was in Gotham. Then, frustrated with his relationship falling apart, Dick and Yn would argue again.

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"We can't have contact anymore," said Dick looking at the girl. Yn didn't understand the problem, she didn't want to cut ties with him. "Richard, we literally have never had a romantic sentiment between us, what the hell?" A lie. She knew it was a lie on her behalf, but he didn't need to know that. "We are coworkers, only that. Tell her that," she said and Dick brushed his hand through his hair. "I did, YN! Don't you think I haven't fucking tried!". He was frustrated as fuck, "Then try harder, Richard, because I'm not compromising a team dynamic just because some girl wants you to quit with someone who has NOTHING TO DO WITH THE RELATIONSHIP!" From there, the fight escalated and it could be heard by both Jason and Barbara who looked at each other and shrugged.

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"Time passed and they grew distant again, much to Yn's dismay, who still had feelings for him. Like all the other times, she still believed that this time apart would help her get rid of her feeling, yet it didn't. Then well...Jason died....and it absolutely destroyed both Dick and Yn. Yn was torn to pieces. That girl was devastated. Dick, Yn, and Bruce constantly blamed themselves for Jason's death. It was horrible," Jason, cleared his throat, trying to hide the tingling feeling he had in his throat, "Each of them did things in the midst of their grief. Bruce almost killed the Joker, but was held back by Superman, who heard his cries all the way from Metropolis, Dick hunted Joker down and tortured the Joker to the point where he would have killed him if Bruce hadn't pulled him away, and Yn? She gave up her mantle. Yn didn't want to live in a world where she was a vigilante yet she couldn't save Jason. Even more, fights began between the three of them. Dick blaming Bruce, Bruce lashing out and blaming himself, and Yn blaming both of them. It took a while before they all calmed down and per Yn's request, sat down and talked about it. It helped them heal. Their relationships mended, but Yn never took the mantle again, she focused on science. By that time, Tim had arrived. Yn was no longer a vigilante, but she still helped around. That's when she began what she does today. Her one motivation being that as long as she made sure you all were in optimal condition, she wouldn't lose someone like she lost Jason. She made sure our weapons and suits were the best and that our health was at its peak. Exactly what she does today. Then Joker kidnaped Tim and created Joker Junior. Yn worked her ass off in order to save Tim and bring him back to health. Reverse all the trauma Joker had inflicted. Thankfully, she succeeded, " At that, Jason looked at Tim who smiled fondly at the thought of the girl. They both adored their older sister. " Just like she did with Jason after the pit and with me after my Joker attack. Yn threw herself to her work and she thought that everything with Dick had left, yet every time he came back? It was everything all over again. The bickering, the longing looks from both of them, the soft words, the caring for each other, and inevitably a fight that would make them go back to square one. It was all the same every. single. Time! And you all know that cause you see it every time. No matter how many times either of them leaves, they always come back for the other. It's a cycle with no end." finished Barbara as she leaned back.

They all stayed in silence, processing the information. Yn loved Dick and he loved her back, so what the fuck were they waiting for? Soon, they all began to stand up and to their rooms in order to get change for patrol. They had all agreed to not speak of this with anyone aside from this group. Damian had a lot to think about. He had one last question, a curiosity that sparked there, and asked Barbara before she left, "Gordon, you said Yn worked on getting rid of your trauma because of Joker. I knew he helped with Drake's and Todd's, but those were psychological. What did she do to you?" Barbara in return smiled at him and answered, "She reconstructed my spine. After Joker's torture, I was left in a wheelchair. Because of that, she was motivated to help me, and a lot of time after, she helped reconstruct my spine. I have my ability to walk, run and fight, thanks to her." Finally, having cleared everything up. Damian went to his room. It was a lot of information to process. They hated each other because of how much they loved each other? How was Gordon so sure Grayson loved Yn? I mean, she obviously had confirmation that Yn loved Grayson, but did he love her back, or what he just fond of her? Too many questions surrounded Damian. It was a lot to process and because of so, Damian told his father he would tune in for the night. His investigation had gotten 10 times more interesting.

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karebear923 · 2 months ago

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Vice Versa rewatch ep 8

ANOTHER BIG IMPORTANT EPISODE!!! LET’S FXCKING GOOO!!!!!!!

Episode 8 is cloudy gray! Gray can have many meanings such as ambiguity, neutrality, weariness, wisdom, and melancholy. It’s interesting to note that cloudy gray specifically has a pink undertone. 👀 Also the new character we meet in this episode’s name is Mek, which means gray.

Bro, they’ve been doing this for over a year now!! That’s crazy!! 🤯 of course Talay is struggling to tell the difference between himself and Tess now.

ONCE AGAIN 10/10 THE BEST FRIENDS ONE COULD ASK FOR. Honestly, real Tess doesn’t deserve them but I’m so glad Talay has them ☺️

Iconic first AouBoom moment! Vice Versa fans are the real OG AouBoom stans! 🤭

PUEN I HOPE YOU GET TO LIVE OUT YOUR EVERY FANTASY WITH TALAY WHEN YOU’RE BACK IN YOUR UNIVERSE!!! 😄😍😏😉

MY BOY PERTH!!!! This was the first show I ever saw him in and even without knowing him I got the feeling that he was some kind of special guest or something. Like people knew who this guy was. And then I watched Love By Chance but it was a year later and he was such a baby there that I didn’t recognize him 😅 but I loved his acting so much and when I saw Never Let Me Go I finally did recognize him and I got so excited to see him again!

Oh the motherly joy I felt seeing him all grown up too! 🥹 I’ll always have a soft spot for him! 🥰 Back then I didn’t know anything about different companies or production houses so I just thought it was cool to see him again. Now I understand a little bit more about how he switched companies and stuff.

I’m sorry but as a Hispanic/Latina, Alessandro is not a Spanish name 😄 sounds more Italian to me. In Spanish it’d be Alejandro, but I don’t blame the Thai writers for not knowing lol (also he’s a Spaniard or Spanish person not a Spanish but again I guess it’s not their fault lol)

(ALSO ALSO: ‘Spanish people’ ONLY refers to people from Spain, just like ‘English people’ refers to people from England. People from Central or South America are NOT Spanish. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. It’s a very important topic to me.)

Seeing this now is funny cause back then I had no idea who Tay Tawan was 😅 I knew he was some kind of special cameo like Perth was but I’d never even heard of Dark Blue Kiss or anything. I watched this show at the beginning of my BL fandom experience so I was a clueless newbie.

THIS WAS SO IMPORTANT FOR PUEN TO HEAR!!! Cause yeah there’s the fear of Mek looking like Talay’s old crush, but more importantly as an actor Puen is used to people liking him for his looks. As a celebrity people don’t really know the real you and they judge you for what you look like or how you present yourself. But with this new body Puen is free to truly be himself with no filters and Talay doesn’t know what he really looks like. So all he knows is the real person that Puen is and that’s who he likes!!! He says “I like you even though I don’t know what you look like… I don’t know who you are.” He makes it clear that it has nothing to do with the fame that Puen has and all to do with who he truly is. And when Puen responds with “I like you too. I like everything about you” his voice is quaking with emotion and his eyes are watery with unshed tears!! 🥹❤️

AND THEN WE GET A BEAUTIFUL FIRST MUTUAL KISS!!! SINGLE TEAR ROLLING DOWN PUEN’S CHEEK!! TALAY MOVING HIS HAND TO GRAB HIM TIGHTER!! ME FLAILING AND KICKING MY FEET!! FADE TO BLACK TO END THE EPISODE!! PERFECTION!!

Fin.

Until next week at least lol

#I’m a day late but that’s cause I had to work Saturday #but it’s still the weekend and I’m proud of myself for keeping up with these posts #they really take me a while to make #kudos to all the gif makers out there #giffing is hard #the quality and coloring go down so bad from the original video #I’m pretty proud of that last gif tho #I used 3 different clips at different speeds to condense the moments I was talking about into one quick gif #Vice Versa the series #Vice Versa rerun #vvrewatch2024 #my post

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soulhum · 2 years ago

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The Girl That Never Got to Be Wednesday

I'm sobbing, 12:43am...I need sleep. Lord knows my chronically ill body needs the rest but I'm restless and scrolling through social media only to see the last pebble, needed to crack my damn of grief, drop into place. A beautiful boy, elegantly dressed in an all black gown, relaxing his face, gazing with unblinking eyes as he pays respects to Jenna Ortega's remarkably choreographed dance as Wednesday Addams. Tears had enough of my stubbornness...inattentiveness to them, so they rolled and dragged along clarity.

For the last 48 hours, at least, I've been watching the internet aflame with videos of people dancing as Wednesday, a character that is so heavily autistic-coded even my high masking, late-diagnosed, self could feel it immediately. In these videos, so many interpretations, with each one thousands of people responding with celebration of the beauty within all the Wednesday-ness. Don't get me wrong, I'm aware there's many factors at play for this show, and that scene of her dancing, being celebrated this loudly. It's shot pristinely. The cinematography of that scene, the lighting, the editing being just enough to keep our eyes on her and feel like we're in the room. It's coming to me now how even that was guided by an autistic hand, Tim Burton's, framing this gem with a resonating eye. Then at centerstage - is Wednesday in all her blatant autistic being...mesmerizing us. The beauty of her oddity, palpable. Now the internet is on fire, millions inspired by her. Thousands swaying as she did, gazing as she had, calling it wonderful and that breaks my heart... It was never safe for me to be like Wednesday, but at my core, in my most unmasked state, I am so viscerally like her. There are some differences. My cocktail of neurodivergence is precisely that, a blend. I also have ADHD. My visual fixations lean more towards prints and color. Black is more of an accent color to me or an occasional statement piece (a lá little black dress). My special interests don't include death, torture, or any of their friends. I could go on, in very overly detailed autistic fashion, but as an ADHD'er I will spare you. My point is, there's a substantial portion of her ways of being that I am like, but had to hide for survival. Depending which -isms were at play, who I am got various names: Cold/Coldhearted. Robot. Manly. Man-eater. Rude. Stuck-up. Know it all. Difficult. Selfish. Did I mention cold? That was a big one.

My Blackness. My Woman or Girl-ness. My ever-hyper-sexualized Latina-ness. My introverted-ness. My undiagnosed and therefore unaccommodated yet still very neurodivergent-ness. My child of an immigrant-ness. My surviving violence at home-ness. Fragments of my story all bobbed and weaved together into an easily found target on my back. There was no more room for difference from me. I was already too far removed from our society's most protected center-- white,rich,male. Behaving as my fullest self, autistic-ADHD flare and all, meant one more step out of line. I did just that for quite some time, but I learned to stop young enough that I now live with the health consequences of longterm high-masking. None of my other qualities were editable. The presentation of my neurodivergence was. So my inner "Wednesday" took one for the team. There's flickers of my core still. There's pieces of me I never hushed or fully hid, but I wish she-- I was all here....Wish I didn’t have to dig myself back up. I wonder how I would have evolved, how much physically healthier I'd be, how much lighter I'd feel, had this world been safe enough for me to be my own complex, mesmerizing, oddity as this fictional world shapes up to be for our beloved Wednesday Addams. I wish more people were kind and accepting, let alone celebratory, of autistic people off-screen who don't dance to pleasantry demands, who look intently, who care deeply but express it in varying ways. I wish endlessly... as I hold in my body the ramifications of vicious social realities, and watch the world cheer on a girl who embodies the most rejected parts of myself.

#WednesdayAddams #Autism #Autizzy #Wednesday #AuDHD #lateDx #lateDiagnosis #unmasking #grief #mentalhealth #healing #amwriting #insomnia

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themomsandthecity · 5 months ago

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How Understanding Acceptance Healed My Latina Mother Wound

A therapist recently shared a profound insight that resonated deeply: "The only people who owe you acceptance just for existing are your parents. For everyone else, it's a choice." In those words, I found solace, the final piece that helped me close the chapter on my mother wound. The truth is, I am the shadow of my mother's monster-which is my father. From a young age, I grappled with the complexities of my relationship with my mother. My childhood was defined by her inability to accept and understand me, a journey that started before I could fully grasp the nuances and lasting effects of her abuse. Early on, I had to reconcile and exist, knowing that although my mother would do whatever it took to put a roof over our heads, she wasn't able to truly get close to me because she couldn't separate me from my father - her abuser. My mother is a single parent to four daughters; none of us share the same father. Still, we were raised as sisters in our house - but we all knew that our different last names represented different times in her life. As the only child between her and my father, I bore the burden of inheriting the scars he left behind. I've always known I looked like my father; what I get from my mother is in the form of her resilience. Unfortunately, my resemblance to him strained my relationship with my mother. My father, a charming Gemini, has the confidence of a true renaissance man, the type of fella who convinces himself his tales and lies were true to excuse his behaviors. Unfortunately, this trait latched onto my mother's behavior towards me during much of my upbringing. For years, I didn't know that victims could adopt the behaviors of those harming them. In a way, I grew up believing my parents shared the same temperament and personality. Dubbed the nervous 'problem child' straight out of the womb, clashing with my mother was a frequent occurrence during my upbringing. My relentless quest to emotionally bond with her, hoping for mutual understanding, often fueled these conflicts. Nevertheless, the burden of enduring over a decade of physical and psychological abuse inflicted by my intermittently present father deeply affected her and our entire family. Despite her persistent fear of his escalating actions, her entrapment led her into profound mental turmoil during my adolescence, finally breaking free when I was 10. When I was a kid, my mother often complained about how much I cried. It didn't matter what she did; in my mom's eyes, no diaper changes, bottles of milk, or nursery rhymes could calm me down. And some days, the idea of ripping off her own head felt like a viable option. I was what you would call a sensitive child, and my mother's battered mind was not equipped with the tools to handle me. Her abuse and fear of my father began way before my conception. Her undocumented status held her in a complicated situation with a married man that eventually led to intimate partner abuse during pregnancy. Alice Miller said in her book, "The Drama of the Gifted Child: The Search for the True Self," that "If the mother is suffering, the baby is suffering too, the pain never gets discharged. The organism does not develop the confidence that it can regulate itself, that things will happen the way they should." As I like to think of it, I was born the manifestation of my mother's pain and the image of her nightmare. However, being the child of a witty, clever, and emotionally detached Gemini mother made it difficult for her to trust my tears, as it was one of my father's many tactics. Just to clarify, my mother didn't abuse me beyond what her culture deemed appropriate discipline. Unfortunately, the physical abuse I eventually faced was assigned to an impressionable and equally traumatized older sibling, but that's a story for another time. However, in my mother's stress, depression, and terror-stricken grief, I was born a traumatized person who picked up on everything as an… https://www.popsugar.com/family/how-i-finally-healed-my-latina-mother-wound-49370243?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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redinkrain · 3 years ago

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Come home.

For a second, Abigael stayed still like a marble statue while Mel’s arms took place around her neck and sobs started to make themselves heard. Unsure of how to be a good friend, the hybrid delicately placed her own arms around the Charmed One’s waist. Posing her chin on top of the Latina’s head, she tightened her embrace and spoke with a gentle voice.

“Let it all go, Love.” Closing her eyes and inhaling a scent that she deeply missed during those few months. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

The British Lady then stroked the witch’s back slowly, up and down, with the tip of her fingers. And Mel cried, cried for minutes, hours maybe. None of the two women were putting their attention on the time passing by. The Vera sister calmed down eventually with the soothing movement of Abby’s hand anchoring her. She took a deep breath and without letting go of Abigael’s neck, she looked into those hazel eyes that haunted her some nights. Most nights, when sleep did came. That damn expression tracing the woman’s gaze. That fucking same expression that always left Mel with the wish to be wholly swallowed. So much words unspoken. But the witch exhausted couldn’t brought herself to have this conversation with the half-demon half-witch, not right now.

Abigael used one of her hand and brought it up to the Latina’s cheek, wiping some tears that kept escaping the witch’s eyes. Mel leaned into her touch but her eyes stayed glued to her guest’s ones.

“I didn’t even say “hi”.” The witch whispered with a smile.

“Good evening, Love.” The woman answered with a small smile of her own and with that accent Mel liked so much.

Mel couldn’t stopped herself and so she put her friend in a new embrace, but this time, she hugged her tighter. Abigael responded to this act of affection with as much will and tenderness. Listening to the beating heart of the hybrid, Mel felt a tiny bit better. In her head and in her heart at list, because her legs? Well, it seemed that her two legs had her own agenda. The witch almost fell but Abby firmly kept a grip on her. She helped the Vera sister to sit back.

“You should rest, Mel. You’re exhausted. Have you eat anything today?” the hybrid asked, worries clear in her tone.

“No.” The Latina simply answered.

“Then rest here. I will go out and buy something for you to eat.”

The half-demon half-witch turned around and was about to leave when fingers gripped at her wrist.

“Wait!” Mel stated. “Can you stay a bit longer? We can grab something to eat on our way home, right?”

Home, what a strange choice of word Abby thought. She never had a home. Not really. What was a home anyway? Was it the same thing for everyone? Or did its definition changed depending on who you were asking? But then Waverly’s voice resonated in her mind “You do love her”. And Abby wondered: what if a home wasn’t a place, what if home and love were just parts of the same coin?

She gazed at Mel, and got down on one knee so the witch didn’t have to look up.

“Allow me to at least bring you something to drink. Tea maybe?” The British Lady asked.

Melanie’s eyes softened even more at that sentence.

“A tea would be great. Thank you.” She smiled at her guest.

“I’ll be back shortly.” Abby said while standing up.

She disappeared in a dark smoke before coming back five minutes later with a cup of tea. The hybrid gave it to the witch. Then, she went to take a stool and placed it in front of Mel. She sat on it and observed the Latina who was sipping her tea.

“So… Why are you here?” The Vera sister questioned quietly.

“Well, because your sister called me and silently asked for assistance regarding your current hunt on demons!” The ex-Demon Overlord said with a little scowl to make a point then it disappeared. “But honestly Melanie, I was worried about you and it was just the perfect excuse to come and do my best to help you in anyway I can… If you want of course.” She continued a little worried about Mel’s reaction.

“I’m sorry Abby…” The witch whispered.

“Why would you be sorry?” Now the hybrid was confused.

“Sorry for not texting you back, for not telling you about what happened. You deserve better than that.” The Latina looked away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she kept her tone light with maybe a little bit of… hurt?

“I-, I don’t know Abby. I guess I-…” Mel was looking for the right words, but she wasn’t even sure to know what she wanted to say.

“You do not have to answer if you don’t want to.” The British Lady tried to be supportive of her friend.

“It’s just, I guess that seeing to pictures of you with your niece, reading your texts. I felt your happiness and I didn’t want to bother you with my pain.” She blurted out looking at the concrete floor.

Abigael took one of her hand and placed it between hers, tugging a little, sign for the Charmed One to look at her.

“Look at me, Mel.” That damn tenderness enveloping her voice again. “You will never trouble me with your sorrow. What you gave me... I will never be able to repay you. That happiness you mentioned? I am learning what it means, what if feels like and… Truthfully you are a part of its meaning. So, I want to be here for you, but only if you’ll have me…?”

The witch was speechless hearing this confession from the half-demon half-witch, but then again, it wasn’t the first time Abigael was being honest about what she was feeling for her.

“I’ve missed you…” she simply whispered.

The British Lady kept her mouth shut, knowing her friend had more to say, but the corner of her mouth curled in a smile. Her hands continued to envelop Mel’s one.

“Abby, I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself since she’s gone. And I know it’s stupid because present me is her past. But I can’t stop thinking of the future. What if changing the present will affect her in the future like you know... she won’t even exist…?” Tears started to flow again, and a river of it made its way on the Charmed One’s cheeks.

“Nothing of what you feel is stupid, Mel. You gave birth to your child, present or future, Eva was, is and always will be your daughter. She’s gone, Love, not lost. You said “goodbye”, not “farewell”. You will see her when the time is right. And of course, changing the present will affect her, but not the way you are thinking.” Abby posed. “Mel, you gave her everything she needed, providing her with security and healthiness. Her future will be bright, and if there is any shadow to come on her path? I have no doubt nor worry that you will be there to protect her once again. You have been an incredible mother to her in a past that she won’t remember and you will be, as I said, a fantastic mother in the future.” The hybrid finished her sentence with so much conviction that the Latina couldn’t disagree with her.

They stared at each other once more, and again Abby wiped away the tears that were still on the Vera sister’s cheek. Something in Mel’s heart burnt at the way Abby was acting right now. She thought about the half witch’s lips, about the taste of her tongue, and all she wanted to do was to lean in and kiss her. When she was about to do exactly just that, Abigael cleared her throat.

“Shall I take you home?” the hybrid questioned gently.

Melanie observed Abby’s eyes, then lowered her gazed to her lips, then her eyes again. A little smirk marked the half demon’s lips. Even though all she wanted to do was to erase this smirk from Abigael with her own lips, the Charmed One stood up straight. Her hand preciously locked up between the British Lady’s ones.

“Yes, please.” looking down at Abby, who was searching something in the witch’s eyes.

Abigael raised in one smooth movement and helped out Mel to do the same. They were so close that their nose almost touched the other's face. Their eyes locked and their lips were about to connect when Mel’s stomach growled.

Abby laughed at the sound, and placed a kiss on her friend’s forehead.

“Come on now Miss Walking Stomach, I think you need to be fed.” the hybrid said giddily.

Mel rolled her eyes at that nickname, and had to hide her smile while Abby turned around. They walked to the stairs and took the direction of the Vera-Vaughn-Greenwood’s Manor, hand in hand without even realizing it...

#abimel #abigael x mel #abigael jameson caine #abigael caine #mel vera #charmed #charmed cw #cw charmed #charmed 2018 #2018 charmed #reboot charmed #charmed reboot #sorry it took so long #i'm really busy at work and got a lot to do on weekends so...#i do hope you'll like this chapter

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lemonxxide · 18 days ago

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I love my birthday

( I choke out in the middle of my birthday panic attack swing back and forth)

#my birthday present #oh wow #panic! at the disco #tears in my latina eyes #idk how to tag this #idk man

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lucysometimeswrites · 4 years ago

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Hey can you please make a award season one but for a latina reader, if you would like you can keep the tom element. Sorry I'm asking again I accidentally deleted the last ask I made. I love your writing, you are amazing.❤️☺️

thank you thank you so much ur so sweet and of course! here you go and i hope you like it :) absolutely loved writing for latina!reader

Awards Season (latina!reader)

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“Here to present the award for Best Actress in a Leading Role, please welcome Meryl Streep!” the host announced. A roar came from the audience at the mention of her name, the very acclaimed actress welcoming the attention and making her way to the microphone.

“Oh, stop it” she said and waved them away, earning a laugh and even more cheering from the theatre. “If I’m honest, I really considered not presenting this award because it breaks me inside to give the Oscar to someone else when it’s rightfully mine” she said in a funny, raspy evil voice, resembling a witch, “But you know, sharing is caring or whatever. Alright let’s get to it.” she continued dejectedly, still joking.

“This year, we have been blessed with beautiful films and, along with them, incredible performances from beautiful and talented actresses. Viola Davis, your abilities to embody different characters and raise awareness to ongoing issues in society has always amazed us, and it does once again in Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom”, Meryl announced, the camera going to Viola who was sitting about 10 seats to my left, the audience (including me) applauding and praising her. Literally all of her performances are incredible.

Could I still believe I was here? Definitely not, and not any time soon. From small skits to my big break with Tom Holland in a stupid rom-com that I didn’t even want to make, to now. Tom knows it’s nothing against him, it’s just that I haven’t learned to appreciate romantic comedies the way he has, but the thing I loved most from doing it was finishing it with Tom. He had become such an important person in my life since that moment, what with guiding me through the newfound world of fame and being there for me when I joined the Marvel franchise, it was just more than I could ever dream of. Now I sit here at the freaking Oscars, with Tom Holland as my date, and having done one of the greatest films ever, nothing could keep the smile off my face. Or the nerves.

My leg kept bouncing up and down, a nervous action I often did and one that the guy beside me had caught on to real quick when we first met. His warm hand gently squeezed my thigh, and I turned to look at him a little surprised.

“Hey, it’s okay” he softly said, his gaze soft and comforting.

“I didn’t even realize I was doing it” I answered in the same tone, whispering a thank you and letting my hand rest on top of his, weirdly interlocking our fingers.

Meryl turned to where Olivia Colman was sitting, “Your Majesty,” she started, referencing her portrayals of royalty and causing her to chuckle, “your moving performances have always left us wanting more, and I’m sure that is what I and everyone felt when we saw you in The Father” a big smile broke out on her face, and cheering ensued once more for our queen, or at least one of mine.

“Aging is some we all go through...unfortunately,” Meryl uttered into the mic, touching up her almost white hair, “and you, Cynthia Erivo, made us relate to your character this way with your brilliant acting in Reaching 39″, that woman is simply amazing, I thought as I clapped and cheered with the audience.

“My dear Kate,” the camera panned to Kate Winslet, who just stared fondly at the woman on the stage, “watching you grow as an actress has been one of the pleasures of my life and you reach new heights both professionally and literally in Misdemeanors”, she is such an icon, oh my.

Finally, Meryl Streep turned to look at me in the front row with a grin on her face, and I quickly got into “camera mode”, as I like to call it. I sat up straighter, looking at her with gentle eyes and smile.

“Señorita Y/N Y/L,” she started with the heavily accented Spanish word for Ms., “with your entrance into the world of filmmaking, you have set new expectations for all of us to reach. Even though this is your first nomination, I feel in my heart it won’t be the last, and we can’t wait to see more of you like we saw with your extraordinary performance in Paraíso” she finished, bringing a big smile to my face at her words. Turning to the camera, I became a bit shy and gave a small wave, feeling Tom squeeze my hand in comfort and another hand on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Salma Hayek, one of my co-stars in the film, who gave me a strong nod and smile, loudly saying “Eso!” as a cheer for me.

“And the Oscar goes too...” ayyyyy no ay no que nervios que nervios que nervios me muero- all of this going through my head repeatedly but having to put on a smile and a calm façade for the camera was exhausting. Tranquila, tranquila, si no ganas está bien igual solo el hecho de estar aquí ya es lo más-

“Y/N Y/L, Paraíso!” Meryl announced, and all I heard were screams and loud clapping from around me.

Shocked, I looked up with wide eyes and my jaw going slack a little. I felt a buzz fill my body and the idol on the stage beckoned me up, when I realized I hadn’t moved. I slowly stood up and instantly turned to Tom who quickly pulled me into his arms with a strong hug and whispering in my year, “I knew it! I knew you would do it darling. I’m so so proud of you babe, go get your award!” not giving me a chance to answer as he gave me a quick kiss and turned me around in the direction of the stage. Still in a bit of a daze, I didn’t see Salma, Eugenio (Derbez), and Benicio (del Toro) make their way to me, ambushing me in a group hug as they started jumping around and sort of with me, chanting “EH! EH! EH!” like Latinos at a party and causing me to laugh and come back to my senses. I hugged them all and continued to the stairs, stopping to hug my directors Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón.

I lifted my dress as I ascended the steps, and in true nervous fashion, stumbled and almost face planted in front of thousands of people.

“Uy, mierda” I chuckled to myself, and accepted the help of none other than Chris Evans who lent his arm for the remaining steps. I thanked him with a smile and after his Congrats!, I made my way to Meryl who held the famous award in her hands. She handed it to me and pulled me into her embrace, saying “Beautiful job, sweetheart, you’re amazing”, and all I could answer was “Oh my, thank you so much, you’re the amazing one”, sharing a laugh with her and standing in front of the mic.

I looked out into the audience, who were still giving me a standing ovation. Almost like a camera in my head, I tried to ingrain this moment in my mind and took a deep breath, starting my speech.

“God, I really hope I don’t forget any words in English right now” I said with a breathless laugh, inciting one from the people below me. “Thank you so much. Thank you to...um...so many people. To the Academy for this great, great honor. To my fellow nominees for inspiring me every single day. Being in the same room as you is already insane, let alone being nominated with you, it’s just- it’s truly out of this world. Viola, Olivia, Kate, Cynthia, you are my literal idols and if I could physically cut this Oscar into five pieces,” I said as I made a motion of cutting the award and humoured the audience, “I would give a piece to all of you. Um, thank you to my team, my agent, Victoria, te adoro y te agradezco for believing in me and helping me live out my dream. Sorry, I’m probably gonna switch between languages during this.” I said with a laugh.

“Paraíso was a project that, for me, came out of nowhere. But for my extraordinary directors los señores Guillermo del Toro and Alfonso Cuarón, it was a life’s work so to you, gracias por darme la oportunidad de darle vida a Marielos and for giving me the experience of a lifetime. Salma, Eugenio, Benicio, Gael, and all the cast and crew, thank you for becoming my second family and supporting me every step of the way. It has been my honor to work with you” I said with a hand on my chest, showing that I was speaking from my heart and smiling at the kisses and cheers sent to me from them, hearing a crazed Te amamos! from Eugenio. It eased the tension in my body which I was incredibly thankful for.

“I also want to thank-” I stopped, getting a little choked up, “ha, sorry, it’s my family that couldn’t be here” I said, a wave of claps and cheering in comfort came from the audience. Quickly composing myself, I continued, “Ya, okay. All the way back home, lo hice! Familia, les dije que no les iba a agradecer si me ganaba un Oscar algún día por no creer en mi y hoy es ese día, pero no me lo perdonaría si no les agradezco. Gracias por apoyarme a pesar de que yo sé que les dio un ataque que quisiera ser actriz. Gracias por siempre estar ahí para mi, por quererme incondicionalmente y por enseñarme que trabajando duro todo se puede lograr. Los amo infinitamente.” I finished, with tears threatening to roll down my eyes. I tilted my head to the sky to prevent them from falling, and with a deep breath I turned to Tom who had his hands in a prayer stance while looking intently at me, the same smile from before still gracing his face.

“Tommy...” I started, and the audience audibly awed at the nickname, “Oh, you don’t even know what I’m gonna say to him” I said with narrowed eyes, but my gaze found my love once more.

“Thank you so much for being my rock ever since we met. I’m beyond thankful for you and all you do for me, baby. You make me the happiest and thank you for pushing me to do things that scare me. For being there for me in case I fall and for being my person. Te amo, amor.” I blowed him a kiss which he caught and jokingly used to wipe his tears, making me and the other celebrities laugh.

Please wrap up, I read from the screen, and let out and “Ay, perdón! I gotta wrap up sorry sorry” hurriedly finishing up my speech.

“Lastly, this award goes out to all the Latina girls out there with big dreams. Nunca se den por vencidas. No dejen que nadie les diga que no porque de que se puede, se puede. Querer es poder! I love you guys, my fans oh my gosh, thank you thank you, gracias!” I rushed out, raising the award to the air with one last big smile as Meryl guided me backstage to answer some questions. Just before I was off sight, I turned and looked out to the stage once more.

Lo logré...

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once again, disclaimer, movie names are mostly fictitious. feedback and requests always welcome!

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #latina!reader #tom holland x latina!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland blurbs #tom holland imagines

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years ago

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Legend

♡ — personal favourites

☆ — fan favourites

♠ — nsfw

♫ — includes songs

Headcanons

RFA + Saeran - Dirty Dancing ♫ ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC wants to have her own business

RFA - MC is ten years older than them ♡

RFA - What goes through their mind when they’re cuddling? ☆

RFA + Vanderwood - Having a rebellious kid ♡

RFA - MC can’t sleep unless with them

RFA - A bubbly MC makes self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism ♡

RFA - MC that is bubbly, confident and never afraid to stand up for someone

Yoosung dragging MC back to bed because it’s raining

RFA + V - MC blasts music when she’s upset ♫

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a passion for anime and drawing

RFA + V + Saeran - MC with a major in fashion

RFA + Saeran - Quarantine edition ♡

RFA + V + Saeran + Obey Me! brothers on a trip to the beach ♡ ☆

RFA - MC with a hand fetish

MC has Jumin trying commoner food

Zen + Jumin + Saeyoung - MC is selfconscious about being chubby and they make her feel better ♠ ♡

Jumin comforts MC about a guy who is texting her constantly and making her upset

RFA reacts to a MC that is called Elizabeth

RFA + V + Saeran - As Les Misérables songs ♫ ♡

Saeyoung messes with Yoosung’s phone to help him out

Saeyoung x MC - MC makes her own music

Latina!MC and Jumin get stuck with MC’s latino parents during quarantine ♡

RFA + Saeran - MC gets her wisdom teeth out ♡ ☆

RFA + V + Saeran - MC has a bad coping mechanism of punching her thighs (tw!)

Domestic Texts Series: Zen & MC || Saeran & MC ♡

RFA - MC is obsessed with Elizabeth the 3rd

RFA + V + Saeran with a MC that likes going to protests

RFA - MC grew up in really bad poverty

RFA + V + Saeran - They find out MC is only eighteen after everything that happened during their routes ☆

RFA - How do they calm MC when she’s anxious?

RFA - MC has dyslexia

RFA - MC with chronic pain

Royal AUs with Jumin, Zen and Yoosung

Love Language Event with Yoosung, Zen, Jumin, Saeyoung, Saeran and V

Happy New Year Event with Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, V and Yoosung

Thirst Asks [+18]

[All Asks]

[Jumin] [Jihyun] [Yoosung]

Fanfiction

Mystic Messenger as failed love stories ♡

reminiscing about the characters and your failed love stories in an alternate universe

You get me ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

Bet you can’t leave me

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. “The first time she threatened to leave me, I felt like I was dying.”

Who are you?

Drabble prompt - Zen always sought recognition for his work. Lately, he’s been using other resource to achieve his goals.

Dance with me

Latina!MC tries to teach Zen to dance bachata.

Jealousy [Kinktober 2020 - Day 2] ♠

When Zen agreed to be MC's plus one at a fancy party, he never expected she would lock them both inside a bathroom in a fit of jealousy. The hunger in her eyes could only indicate she was about to remind him who he was with.

A plan gone wrong [Mysme Angst Week - Day 1]

You convinced Zen to stage a fake coffee date in order to give Jumin, your fiancé, a wake up call about how much he had been ignoring you lately. However, things don't go as planned.

i could buy you anything but i cannot buy you ♠ ♡

[kinktober 2021 - day fifteen: body worship] Zen had always had the need to be in control for a lot of years. (...) His guard may not be up as much as it did back then, but to this day Zen still takes a second look at any situation he’s in. He can’t let anything drive him away from his acting career so he always has to give his best and not take anything for granted.

You get me ♡

What happens when you’ve finally found your prince charming, but he doesn’t seem to fit in your life anymore?

I always wanted to marry rich

Jumin Han stood with his hand holding the doorknob, not believing what he had just heard. There was no way this was happening. Not days before his wedding. Not only that, days before he married who he thought was the love of his life. The one who he thought he could trust, the one that didn’t ask for anything but his love and attention.

Home

You are staying at Jaehee’s after Jumin did something that made you really angry. While staying there, you start feeling sick and end up at the hospital. What you first thought was nothing to worry about, quickly turns into a nightmare that could change your relationship.

Sweet Creature ♫ ♡

Jumin gets stuck in another country away from his wife due to the pandemic. He’s been having trouble falling asleep, so MC decides to tell him a bedtime story. A simple request ends up making Jumin open up about a small insecurity he had over his wife and his best friend.

If I could tell him ♫

Request: “can i request a jumin fic where MC has a crush on jumin but is very shy and so ends up talking with the other members more and then jumin confronts her about it and she accidentally confesses/he confesses.”

Animal I Have Become ♫

500 followers event. “So what if you can see the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe it’s not the real me.”

Young God ♫ ♠

500 followers event. “He says: “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges. I’m the king of everything, you know my tongue is a weapon. There’s a line on the clock that’s separating your thighs, if you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

Crowded Room ♫ ♡ ☆

500 followers event. “Baby, it’s just me and you, just us two, even in a crowded room, baby it’s just me and you” - [SMAU Epilogue]

Dear Jumin ♡ ☆

What if after all the events that happened during Jumin’s route, he didn’t fall in love with MC?

A new life

When MC gets into a car accident, Jumin ends up with her medical records. He never thought he would find out about what happened to his wife six years ago.

You see me in my room, wish you were here right now [Kinktober 2020 - Day 12] ♠ ☆

Jumin Han clicks on a pop-up ad and gets stuck into a cam girl website. As he waits for someone to come to his penthouse and fix his laptop, he can't help but notice a young woman giggling as she read through he comment section. From that moment on, he's hooked. And he can't wait to see more of her.

Sometimes I think about Elizabeth [Mysme Angst Week - Day 3]

Jumin tries to deal with the grief of losing Elizabeth the 3rd.

A late night conversation

A late night conversation with Jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario. [Fix-it fic for Jumin's DLC. Set on Episode 3]

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition ♠

You’re home for the holidays and your friends invite you to a party. After a couple of drinks, one of them proposes playing seven minutes in heaven and makes everyone at the party leave an item of theirs in a small basket. When it’s finally your turn, you walk over and inspect the items before choosing the one that will decide your fate for the night.

A day off

For @/mysme-rbb event! You convince Jumin to take a small trip to the theme park. Taking into consideration it was the first time either of you had stepped foot in a place like that, it went exactly like expected.

you know i’m just a flight away (if you wanted you could take a private plane) ♠ ♡ ☆

[kinktober 2021 - day five: sex tape] Knowing Jumin is about to leave on yet another work trip, you suggest recording something for him to see while away. A little souvenir so he doesn't miss you too much- but now he's not sure he wants to leave at all.

Superstar ♫

500 followers event. “Before I met you, I pushed them all away / Soon as I kissed you, I wanted you to stay.”

What you always wanted

Mystic Messenger Week 2020. As MC’s anniversary with Saeyoung is approaching, she asks her friends of the RFA for advice on what present is the best one. After several recommendations, she decides on what she should give him. Her only hope is that he’ll be happy with her choice.

The Ghost Of You ♡ [ Vietnamese translation ]

A love story between a man with a mysterious job and a nurse during the Second World War. “And all the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home.”

Loving You ☆

Drabble Prompt. “I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.” - John Keats

Discoveries [Kinktober 2020 - Day 27] ♠

After you find a transparent light blue dildo hidden in Saeyoung's room, the question hangs in the air. Why not trying it out together?

Lost on you [Mysme Angst Week - Day 2]

A discussion about how to handle Saeran's recovery turns into the worst fight Saeyoung and MC have ever had. Both of them bring back past memories that should have never been talked about, in a desperate try to prove their point, not noticing how much they're tearing their relationship apart.

Just like him [Mysme Angst Week - Day 7]

No one teaches you how to grief. Sometimes you just do whatever it helps the pain go away.

give me the stars

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeyoung’s birthday. A late-night escapade for two young lovers.

Wildest Dreams ♫ ♡

500 followers event. Slightly NSFW. “He says no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Holidays Edition ♠

Beautiful ♡

Jihyun has a couple of burn scars on his torso after the fire that took his mother’s life. You make sure you know he loves every part of him.

Wait for me

When the pandemic starts, MC gets stuck in another country, away from Saeran who was just starting his recovery. She tries to work a system with him so they can feel close even when they’re kilometres apart.

How ♫

500 followers event. “I’m asking for your help, I am going through hell, afraid nothing can save me but the sound of your voice.”

Vanilla ♠ ♡ ☆

NSFW. Saeran’s favourite place was between MC’s legs.

Apricity

Drabble Prompt. He never understood the reason behind this change (...). All he knew was that when winter came, he would start feeling tired out of nowhere and he would lose his appetite.

Gardening

Drabble Prompt. In which Saeyoung and MC break one of Saeran’s pot and they try to cover it up before he gets home.

All I’ve Ever Known ♡ ☆

Drabble Prompt. Saeran has some doubts before his wedding. Thankfully, you’re there to send all his worries away.

Not to be able to love

Drabble Prompt. He wants to love her, he does. But when you’ve been through that much, it gets hard to love and not need.

Four Seasons (15 chapters) ♠ ♡

Saeran’s After Ending. Saeran has finally found MC and is ectasic to finally be able to enjoy the good ending his tumultous life has reached. But with Saeyoung still missing and Mint Eye around, his happiness may have to wait a little more. Was love really capable to win against his inner demons or will he have to learn to fight for himself?

In another life [Mysme Angst Week - Day 4]

When MC knows her time is coming, she promises Saeran she will do whatever it takes to find him in another life. The only mistake was that she didn't expect to find him like that.

Our time

Saeran is saying his goodbyes but this time, you decide not to let him go. || Fix-it fic for Saeran's After Ending

even in the dark

For @/gureishi’s event. A small piece to celebrate Saeran’s birthday. Some days are better than others. But the people who love us stay through it all.

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caatws · 3 years ago

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you know, people who’ve been friends with me for a couple of years may remember in the fall semester of my senior year of college in 2019 i was in a class i (and my classmates) came to call the “race war class.”

it was an ethnic studies class about representation of race (and women, lgbtq+, etc.) in the media, but was also considered a journalism class. we had a handful of white journalism students in the class who made it an unsafe space for bipoc students for over 3 months. white sorority girls who repeatedly referred to bipoc as “colored people” with very little correction from the teacher. they even had it in writing in their class assignments—“colored people.” we kept trying to say you know that’s wrong right? so can you please stop saying it? and they refused to take accountability or change their behavior. when we had small group discussions about bipoc student presentations, the white students refused to be engaged or pay attention and would generally take the focus of the conversation from race to something random (ex: one white girl informed us one of her white sorority sisters got to star in an episode of a disney channel sitcom, and isn’t that so cool! when we were supposed to be talking about BLACK SITCOMS.). the white students loved to play “the devil’s advocate” in conversations about the systemic racism in the entertainment industry. the class had a consistently tense atmosphere for the whole semester.

according to our white latina professor, who had a whole complex about being a white latina and continually picked apart the words of her bipoc students more than her white students, our class had “segregated” itself. me, a mixed race filipino, sitting with my three friends who were filipino, Indigenous, and latina, was apparently not “diverse” as it “excluded” the white students. she deliberately grouped and paired bipoc students with white students. when she asked the class why we would “segregate” ourselves when we could choose where to sit, a white student (one of the ones who said “colored”) oh-so-helpfully explained that she sits with “the same students, the white students” because “the other students” were rude to her and wouldn’t return her small talk or want to make eye contact with her.

one day the following week, she left our class to address these issues in an unsupervised group discussion. me and my bipoc classmates were not heard at all. we didn’t yell. we didn’t scream. we took deep breaths. in. and out. we composed ourselves. we explained ourselves. at length. in depth. calmly. then, one of the girls who repeatedly said “colored” throughout the semester started CRYING. my bipoc friend read aloud a whole letter she’d written for the class, breaking down why what the white students said was wrong and needed to be fixed. in the conversation afterward, a white latino guy gaslit her into thinking she’d “called him white” (which she never did) and made HER apologize for hurting HIS white feelings. the professor and department barely heard us out after this. the class got so bad it was forced to go online/hybrid (and this was months before the pandemic was even a Concept in our minds) for the final weeks of the semester.

but see, the thing is, the racism that defined that class, that whole SEMESTER, my final normal college semester before the world ended, wasn’t even the first time the white girl with her tears said "colored people”. it was the second, the third, the fourth, the putting it in writing in a presentation and paper handout for the whole class to see visually and hold in their hands tangibly, one, two, THREE times in one double-sided paper. it was the blatant refusal to pay attention during bipoc student presentations about representation and listen to and acknowledge that WE knew this shit firsthand bc of personal experience. it was the lack of effort from the professor to cultivate a safe space for her bipoc students, all while lamenting over the fact that ~people can’t tell she’s latina since she’s white-passing~. it was the lack of accountability and growth among the white students. it was the gaslighting of my friend, after she tried SO HARD to educate them. it was the perpetuation of the expectation that bipoc must be on their bestest, bestest, bestest behavior at all times, so polite and sweet that it rots your teeth to the core, to white people, even when we are trying to call them in.

no one was physically harmed by anyone else. it was a quiet violence—but violence all the same.

so, forgive me if and when my patience wears thin. forgive me for being wary of the dangers of white leftists—which i can guarantee the white students in that class would’ve identified as. forgive me if it pushes the limits of my mental health, leaving me questioning my sanity or validity of my feelings, so i’d rather remove myself from a situation where that is triggered than stick around and risk feeling it again.

i’ve been reminiscing about “race war class” the past few days.

#madison.txt #long post #racism tw #and that's all i'm saying on that lmao.#ok to rb <3

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thesweetestkimberry · 4 years ago

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feliz navidad !

parings: hanta sero x latina!reader

summary: it’s christmas eve! and you and sero want to celebrate the holiday in a familiar way.

warnings: latin reader and latin sero hc, mexican food, a bit of spanish, a few curses on my part, ooc,

notes: MORE NOTES AT THE END OF THE WORK- happy holidays everyone! here’s a little something to keep my fellow, midnight present openers, company!

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

“sero stop eating the filling!” you scold, shaking his head with the handle of the spoon you were holding, turning it back around to continue spreading the masa on the corn husk.

he winced at the pain and rubbed his head, the bits of the filling de puerco around his mouth.

“sorry babe! i cant help it though, it’s really good.” he says eying you as you wipe the food off his mouth with a napkin. he hummed at the attention and placed his hands on your hips,

“you look beautiful, you know?” he says, making you blush, looking down at your food stained apron and christmas outfit. “i don’t think it’s all that.” you mumble, going back to preparing the tamales, adding the filling and rolling it up.

sero suddenly connected to the speaker the two of you had brought, the loud music scaring the shit out of you.

“turn that down! it’s late!” you scold, watching him stumble to lower the volume, “sorry, but it’s too quiet.” he says almost unapologetically. you flicked your santa hat back into its proper spot and continued working.

both of you were kinda right, it was a bit late, about 10 o’clock, and due to the two of you being the only ones up in the dorm’s kitchen, it was pretty quiet.

but why were the two of you up so late? well, it was christmas eve! that usually wouldn’t warrant the actions, but you and sero grew up with the tradition of waiting till midnight to open gifts.

also the two of you had missed home and the cultures, so you thought, why not bring home here?

so it was just the two of you, making tamales in the dimly lit kitchen. he handed the ready ones to you while you placed them into the large pot you were going to cook them in.

“don’t burn yourself.” sero teases, noticing how you need to stick your arm in to place them. nudging him with your foot, you both laughed and carried on.

not long after, the champurrado was ready. searching some for sero and yourself, you two sat on the couch. staring at the brightly lit christmas tree, a fuzzy blanket over your laps, and a warm drink in your hands really set the mood.

without a word, sero turned to look at you, smiling and lowering his head to kiss the tip of your nose, making you giggle and rub your nose against his.

after about a half hour, the two of you lightly jumped in surprise when you heard the elevator doors open, turning to see who walked out, you both laughed.

“what’s so funny?” a sleepy kaminari asked, rubbing his tired eyes and squinting at the two of you.

“nothing.” was all you two could respond before he bound over to the two of you, holding over the back of the couch and sitting in between you.

“whatchu guys doin 'up?” he piped up, snatching the drink out of your hands and taking a few questioning sips. “this is pretty good!” he exclaims.

“you want some?” sero asks, laughing at his friend who nodded excitedly and made himself comfortable under the blanket and against your side.

kaminari had whipped out his phone quietly, your peripherals picking up him typing a few words before shoving it back in his sweatpants pocket.

he only smiled at you with faux innocence when you glanced down questioningly at him.

right as sero came back with another mug, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing kirishima and bakugou. kiri looked way happier than bakugou did, he looked like he was ready to bow up all of you.

“what are you two doing up?” you ask him, laughing knowingly when kirishima holds up his phone, revealing a message from kaminari.

“now, we could ask you two the same question.” kirishima asks, throwing bakugou onto the other couch. you heard a quiet, “i’ll get more drinks” from behind you, making you laugh.

“well, it’s christmas eve, and sero and i are used to waiting up till midnight to open gifts.” you explain, watching kirishima and kaminari’s eyes light up.

“woah! you mean you don’t wait till the morning?” the blonde asks, bouncing in his seat, however careful as to not spill the hot drink.

“pretty much, we also made some food.” sero says, this time bakugou perking up, “what kind of food?” he asks gruffly.

as you went to go check on the tamales, the elevator doors opened up again, this time revealing the entire deku squad.

yes, even iida.

“what?..” you trailed off, “kiri.” they all said holding up their phones. you giggled, “you want some?” you ask them as they run over to see what you were serving for drinks.

“oo that smells good!” midoriya, uraraka and asui all exclaimed, todoroki and iida curiously looking into the pot of tamales.

“what are these?” shoto asks, “they’re called tamales. they’re corn dough and filled with corn and beef.” you explain in a simple way.

not even 5 minutes later, the whole common room was full of your classmates, all dressed in their pj’s and their custom christmas hats. everyone was either sitting on the couches, on the floor around the three with a christmas movie playing, or helping you in the kitchen.

once sato arrived with his baking stuff, you got to work on making various pan dulces to go along with the hot chocolate and champurrado.

everyone was chatting and even singing a few different versions of christmas songs that made you all laugh. at about 11:40 a voice rang out that made you all freeze.

“what are you all doing at this hour?” aizawa’s voice boomed, effectively scaring all of you. before you could stand up to take the blame, sero placed a hand on your shoulder and stood.

“uh, mr. aizawa, this was all me, i got homesick and, sir it’s christmas eve,” he says, getting nervous under his teacher’s glare, “i’m aware.” aizawa cut him off, making him stutter.

you looked up at him reassuringly and took his hand, “and for us it’s traditionally celebrated on christmas eve, and the opening presents starts at midnight.” sero finished explaining, his charming grin slightly wobbling.

the tired man groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. with a defeated sigh, he waved his hand and looked up at all of your waiting faces, “fine, continue. but you all are cleaning up.” he says as you all cheer, that’s when he smells the food in the kitchen.

you smile at him as you approach, offering him his awaiting cat mug and a pan dulce, “merry christmas mr. aizawa!” you say cheerfully, smiling even wider when he takes the offerings.

all might also burst in at some point, the two teachers now with their own santa hats and christmas snacks.

you and sero were so preoccupied with one another that you didn’t notice uraraka floating above the two of you, her giggles and the whispers in the room alerting you.

looking, you and sero saw she was holding a bundle of mistletoe above the two of you.

“feliz navidad, hanta.” you say lovingly, sighing in content when sero’s hands come to cup your cheeks.

“feliz navidad, mi amor.” sero says with equal amounts of love as he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, both of you smiling when you hear the cheers and whistles of your classmates.

“hey, it’s midnight!” a voice says, the two of you pulling apart and staring at one another while the sounds of joyful voices, wrapping paper tearing and laughter.

“happy holidays everyone!!”

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

hello again! thank you all for reading and sticking with me up to now, if you’re new here, hello!! requests are open and comments are always appreciated!! don't be afraid to say Hi either! or ask some questions if you want,, happy holidays everyone!

#latin sero #mha hanta sero #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #hanta sero x reader #mha x reader #seroxreader #hanta sero imagine #bnha

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captain-barnes-writes · 4 years ago

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Someone Like You [5/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 5]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (LOTS) , language, 18+.

NOT PROOFREAD so watch out for lots of errors.

Word count: 4.5k

You’d avoided thinking of Sebastian for a good portion of the morning, but he was creeping back into your head forbidding you from forgetting what had happened just last night. Upon arriving at your hotel room the night before, you had turned into a weeping mess while still clad in your beautiful satin dress, a huge contrast to the ugly emotions that were seeping out of you. Sobs had wracked through your body to the point it had become hard to breathe.

The strong smell of him lingered on your body as if taunting you that he still owned every part of your being. Despite everything, despite the many months apart and despite the very reason why things had not worked out he still had an effect on you. Even after you’d jumped into the shower to wash the night away, especially to rid of his scent and the smell of sex that had followed you, you could still feel his lingering hands on you, the wet trail his lips would leave on your skin. As if taunting you, his scent was still present even in your room. You couldn’t escape him.

He still managed to pull at your every heartstring. It was the silky locks, the azure eyes with the crinkles on each end and that toothy grin of his. It was the way a single glance your way and you were a puddle at his feet, melting for him. But whatever happened last night had been a mistake, he was a part of your past and had to stay there. Yet you still found yourself pondering over how after so much time he could hold such a part of you, tight and permanent. The fluttering sensation in your belly, and pressure on your chest weighing heavy and electric that he induced with just one glance let you know that he was still very much a part of you. And when he looked at you, kissed you, let alone put his hands anywhere on you? It was a magnetic force so strong it left you breathless.

With a heavy chest and an even heavier heart, you thought of how you’d become pathetic and submissive all over again with just a mere touch of his. So puddy in his hands, holding onto every word that fell from his lips. His hands had been so greedy, wanting to hold you and kiss you all at once. He’d been everywhere, placed his large hands on every single part of your body. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, couldn’t deny the deep attraction that was clearly still present.

The magnetic pull, the sexual tension and desperation that had surrounded both your glistening bodies the night before was an engraved image in your head; pinned to your mind not letting you forget how he’d felt inside you. How he took you with such force, kissed you as if your lips were his only mean of survival. It was memorable what you’d both shared. Raw and emotional and in its wake left a gaping hole in your heart.

Despite how good it had felt while it happened, once it ended everything felt as if it had come crashing down. Like shattering glass around you, falling, breaking and so very loud, your mind had woken you from the bliss that had been shared in that stuffy closet. Like an alarm that rang and rang and the only way of shutting it off was the very act of leaving. Again. And so you did, you ran off once again from the man who’d held your heart almost two years ago and had refused to care for it. Refused to hold only you and you alone. He’d been valiant enough to corner you and take you again with such confidence, then you were valiant enough of walking away too.

But this time it felt different. Horribly different because there was pain growing inside, building up and tormenting you. You had been unfaithful. It didn’t matter that the relationship with Romeo was not yet serious or that he was away in a different country at the moment, none of that mattered because your desire for Sebastian shouldn’t have clouded what reality was in the first place. Nothing should have made you forget your morals and had you commit such a sinful act. It felt as if the guilt was diminishing you if you didn’t come clean or at least put pause on the budding relationship.

As if he had an extra sense, your phone rang next to you breaking you from the torturous thoughts that had been clawing at you. Romeo’s name appeared on the screen, his contact picture blank. Swallowing loudly with tears already brimming your eyes, you took a hold of your phone with shaky hands. God, what the hell were you going to say?

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out when you finally answered. Voice low and dull, nothing compared to the usual silkiness and cheerfulness that laced it.

“What is going on, Y/N?” Romeo’s boomed through the phone. The background noise was distracting, loud chattering in Spanish could be heard.

“What?” You felt slightly shaken at the tone of his voice, he didn’t sound like the sweet Romeo you’d grown used to hearing. He sounded different and, dare say, impolite without even a simple greeting to start the conversation off.

“I’m not a fool, Y/N. What the fuck happened yesterday? What are all these pictures of you and that damn actor from those Marvel movies?” He paused, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard and the background noise was slowly disappearing. “They’re circulating everywhere to the point that people keep tagging me on that shit.”

You shouldn’t have, but a wave of relief washed through you. He was referring to Chris and at the mention of him you wanted to laugh. Even he thought the same as the media and besides the relief, you also felt upset.

“Oh, that...I got really anxious during the red carpet and he was nice enough to help me out. Walked me inside the venue and all. After the awards, we were just chatting.”

“You’re making me look like a fool. My whole team thinks so too.” It was apparent that he was only concerned about his image and the way people perceived him. It was disappointing to hear the roughness of his voice, accusatory and unkind. Though deep inside you were telling yourself that you deserved this type of treatment. You deserved it because even though he was upset about something that had not even happened, there was still something to be upset about. He just didn’t know what.

“I can’t befriend people because it makes you look bad? That makes no sense.” The words had flown past your lips before you could even think. You wanted to take the accusations, forgive them because you’d done something awful, but you weren’t that type of person anymore. You didn’t let men walk all over you.

“That looked more than friendly to me.”

“Yes, to you. My line of job has me meeting people constantly, as does yours, so either you get used to it or you don’t.” You had no filter. The words were just coming out without much thought. You wanted to be calm and let him continue accusing you using the harsh edge in his voice because you deserved it. You felt like he had every right to treat you this way, to denounce your behavior because he was right it had been more than friendly. It had become more than friendly just not with Chris, but with a different man he didn’t even know about.

“¿Qué estás diciendo? Se clara conmigo.” What are you saying? Be clear with me.

“You heard me. I’m not going to sit here and let you accuse me of anything. ” You responded, voice somewhat shaky. You were pleading with yourself to let you be firm and to keep an even voice, but your eyes were already welling up with tears for the second time in less than a day.

“Don’t embarrass me anymore, that’s all I’m asking.” He couldn’t be serious, you thought. The world didn’t revolve around him.

“Vete a la verga.” Go to hell.

And you hung up the phone. You didn’t know what had come over you. You wanted so badly to take the treatment and the accusations because you were worthy of them. Despite Romeo’s true colors that were coming to light, you had still done him wrong. You’d slept with another man and now you had probably just ended a relationship not even over that, but because of another man whom you had nothing to do with. You were an awful person.

Although you were an emotional mess and felt like one too your mind drifted to what Romeo had said about being tagged in certain pictures. You became curious and despite the state of being you were in, curiosity always overrode anything.

Grabbing your phone again you did the one thing you were advised to never do, google yourself. Upon typing your name in the search bar and hitting the search button, instead of it being about you it was about none other than Chris Evans. High quality pictures had surfaced the web the moment your anxiety fiasco happened last evening and it had become an even bigger deal today.

Y/N flirts with Chris Evans.

Romeo who? Y/N cuddles up to Chris Evans.

You pressed your face back into the pillow and groaned loudly. The sound echoed in the empty room as the city of Angels boomed below you. You were upset that even the sweet interaction such as yours and Chris could be taken so out of context. The man was no doubt an Adonis, you weren’t blind and you’d be a liar if you said your heart hadn’t beat faster at the sight of him yesterday. But it had all been so innocent and his gentlemanly actions had been genuine and with no underlying intentions. It was nothing but friendly. He’d been gallant, extending his arm so you could hook yours through it to get you out of the dramatic disaster that had been your red carpet experience. That was it. People were insatiable with their yearning for new information on people’s personal lives, wanting every little detail.

You’d taken pictures with other people at the after party and those pictures were out there too, but the media had clawed at those images that included Chris and ran with them. Of course, he was single and any woman who crossed his path was apparently dating him. You hated that now you were rumored to be one of them.

You were now a fuse of different emotions. Sadness because your relationship had just ended through a phone call, guilt because you’d been unfaithful and a flare of anger because you couldn’t believe your interaction with Chris had been taken as otherwise.

You saved one of the images to your camera roll. You were upset because many things in your life had come tumbling down in a matter of hours, but you knew that only you could discredit rumors that had no foundation. You didn’t want to become a victim of the media and knew just how to fix this.

Just letting y’all know that @ChrisEvans noticed me become extremely anxious in the middle of the red carpet & was kind enough to walk me the rest of the way. That is all. Please don’t believe these dating rumors, men and women CAN be friends🙄

You typed on twitter and attached a picture of him being the perfect gentleman, your arm hooked to his, bearded face smiling while he led you down the carpet. The real fixture of the picture was the clearly agitated face expression you wore. Lips formed into a nervous smile, anxious with knitted brows, forehead creased.

Pleased with the words and image, you pressed send to your tweet and dropped your phone back onto the bed. It bounced on the very edge of the very edge of the bed, any sudden movements and it would fall to the floor but you didn’t care.

Your cheeks were still wet with tears. Eyes dull, saddened and you felt exhausted. Chest so heavy it felt as if a weight was on top of it. Crawling under the covers you decided that the only way to forget about everything at least for a few hours was to doze off into a deep sleep.

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When you arrived back in New York a few days later after having concluded with a packed schedule, the weather had significantly dropped. You noticed the way the trees were still continuing to change in colors and drop their foliage on the wet floor. The holiday season was commencing and the vibrant colors of lights and many christmas decorations were already up throughout the city. It was such a divine sight and provided a serene feeling throughout your body. It felt like such a contrast from the way life had been playing out for you the last few days. Everything had changed in such a short time.

Your apartment was exactly as you’d left it and because the temperature had dropped even being in the comfort of it you felt as if you were freezing so you’d turned on the heater. You’d spent the last few hours trying to forget what the reality of your personal life was by taking the christmas decorations from storage and beginning the process of decorating that you loved so much. The holiday season was one of your favorites and despite the emotional state you were in, bits of happiness had oozed into your aura.

Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. You hadn’t contacted anybody in the last few days so nobody knew you were back in New York so you felt a little puzzled as to who it could be. You looked down at yourself in a haste noting that you were decent enough with your cozy oversized clothing. With a huff, you opened the door.

“Sebastian.” You sputtered out at the sight of the disheveled man. Like you, he was clad in comfortable clothing. Black sweats and a large jacket. With a shocked expression you noted how he looked so tired with dark undereye circles and he looked awfully cold standing in the hallway of your apartment complex.

“Hey.” Was all he said. His hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”

He remained quiet for a few seconds, his teeth biting the plushiness of his bottom lip. Sebastian was just standing there looking at you as if you were the one standing in his apartment. As if you’d been the one to show up to his place unannounced.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, Y/N. But I really have to talk to you. Can I please come inside?” His azure eyes were almost pleading, gazing at you. Even in the situation you found yourself in you couldn’t help but take notice of how blue his eyes were in the light, gleaming and so pretty. It was inappropriate to even be thinking of him this way when he’d just asked you a question and you seemed to be stalling.

“Uh. I don’t know, Sebastian.” You were unsure if to let him in. You’d been so weak for him at a venue filled with hundreds of people that you didn’t trust yourself to be alone with him in your apartment.

“I just really have to talk to you. Please.” He was begging and looked so desperate for you to say yes. He looked so cold just standing there in the freezing hallway that his lips seemed chapped too. You were pitying him despite everything and thought how this was the exact reason why sometimes you were taken advantage of. You were too kind.

Regardless of how much internal battle was taking place within you, you nodded and pushed the door ajar to let him in. He walked into your living room, taking a seat on the love seat opposite you when you did too. The atmosphere felt a little awkward.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have initiated it, but it felt so right at the time. And even now, it still feels right.” Sebastian started.

“That night wasn’t supposed to happen, Sebastian. I did something awful to someone I was in a relationship with by being unfaithful. And guess what?” You paused, slightly chucking at yourself and the way life seemed to be playing with you. “Not even a day after I cheated and we broke up. Not even because of us, by the way, but because of something completely unrelated. And now here you are in my living room almost a week after we had sex and I’m...lost.”

Sebastian’s gaze was glued on you, he looked desperate. But you didn’t know what he was desperate for. You were confused as to why he was in your apartment in the first place.

“I’m sorry about your relationship.”

“No you’re not.” Was your response. He wasn’t sorry at all, why would he be?

“My relationship just recently ended too. But this was a little bit before the awards show.” God, what did he want from you. You wanted to know why he was at your apartment but he was beating around the bush.

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about that.” You unconsciously took your lip in between your teeth while looking down at your clasped hands. Your apartment was warmer now with the heater having been on for a few hours and you made a mental note to turn it off soon.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this has been going on for a long time, Y/N. It’s not a recent thing. I think what triggered it even more was when I saw those music videos of you and...Well I felt extremely jealous. And I felt so angry with myself at having let you go and not treated you the way you deserved.” Sebastian stopped himself as he broke his gaze from you to look down at his hands. “And God, he just couldn’t even keep his hands off you...fuck, it was like you were a piece of meat to him and you just let him touch you like that.” His blue eyes were wide, mouth slightly ajar while he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He had no right to be telling you off like this, especially not when you were witness to his many escapades with other women after you called it quits with him. No matter how hard you tried to avoid any news on him, it always came up somehow. It had been a nightmare.

“Who do you think you are, Sebastian?” You retorted, loud enough to alert him but not loud enough for your neighbors to hear. You didn’t let him answer as you continued spewing your rage. “So what’s it to you now? It seems like you suddenly want me again only because you saw me with another man. Was it because it wasn’t you?” You spat, doe eyes furious. Even with the gushing hot anger pulsing through you, this whole scenario was somewhat satisfying to you. After so long, he was the one in a jealous fit.

“Because that should be me. I feel like it’ll always be me.” His face had perked up at your questions, face still red with anger but slightly softening his hardened expression. He’d gotten to his feet, rounded the coffee table and started walking to you in a slow manner, careful not to push you away. You were on your feet then too, watching his movements and not at all knowing what to expect next from him.

“I don’t belong to you, Sebastian.” He hated the way his name seethed out of your mouth because you used to call him adoring names or whenever his name flew past your lips it wasn’t out of anger.

“Did you think I was going to sit around and wait for you? You refused to commit to me. I mean we weren’t even in a relationship according to you. You didn’t have time for one, didn’t have the type of commitment it took to be in one. Even the thought of being in that type of situation again makes me sick now.” Your voice was wavering, but your newfound confidence had not. He was going to hear what you had to say and he was going to hear it loud and clear. “You never did much for me. We were always holed up in my apartment because it seemed as if you didn’t want to be seen with me.”

“No, that was not it at all. Don’t think I was ashamed of you because that’s not it.” Sebastian was grabbing at his hair again, and this time he was pacing your living room back and forth. He couldn’t believe you thought he’d been ashamed of you.

“I was stupid. I was a fucking idiot who didn’t appreciate you and had commitment issues. That’s it, but I was never ashamed of you. I don’t want you to think that.” He exclaimed, eyes meeting your teary ones. He didn’t want to make you cry, and the sight of your pretty face with fresh tears falling down your cheeks was eating him alive.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You cried out, hands wailing in the air in exasperation.

“To be with you.” Sebastian choked out. He was coming to terms with his feelings again, he’d pushed them aside for too long.

“Fuck, that’s all I want baby. To be with you. A chance to make it right by you and treat you the way I should have done before. I’m sorry for not appreciating you before and for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for being a blind asshole. I’m sorry for everything. You deserve the whole world and I’m willing to do anything to give you just that.” He was walking closer to you, hands stretched in front of him to grab hold of your arms. Your heart was beating erratically and eyes searched your living room, looking everywhere but him.

“Look me at me, doll.” He whispered as he stood in front of you now. He was so close. Too close that you could feel his breath fanning down at your face. He was taller than you and your eyes peered up at him through long dark lashes .

“I can’t, Seb…” Your voice was wavering, the confidence it oozed earlier was diminishing. You were internally screaming at the fact that he still had an effect on you. A heavy deep seated effect that pulled waves of electricity through you as his hand traveled up to caress your tense jaw.

“Fuck, yes you can. We can. Don’t you feel this?” He was inching ever closer if it was possible. His body plush against yours.

“No. ” You said, eyes breaking contact with his and hands pushing at his chest to move him away. He slightly stumbled backwards, not expecting the harsh refusal from your part.

“And you need to leave right now.” You pointed at the door. His shoulders had dropped at the sound of your words and he felt so dejected at your refusal to be with him now. He knew exactly how he had made you feel now because he felt devastated. Chest tight and his breathing uneven. You were tearing him apart.

“Is that really what you want?” His voice was low, eyes downcast as his hand slipped from your arm.

“Yes.” You whispered, your eyes looking forward trying so hard to focus on the tan lamp at the far end of the room. Even though it tore him apart, he walked his way back to the front door. He turned again just to take a quick glance at you as if expecting you to change your mind. When you didn’t even budge, didn’t even offer a single look at him, his demeanor faltered and he sauntered past the door managing to shut it behind him.

A sudden pang of excessive emotion allocated itself in your chest. So heavy it almost had you gasping. Cheeks wet with fresh tears and lips quivering, you were in such disarray not even a minute after he’d walked out the door. Even after so long, this is what you’d wanted. Him finally confessing how he felt about you, showing you the very emotions you so deeply felt for him.

You were unable to move as if glued to the spot near the sofa staring into space as cries wracked through your body. The man you thought you had stopped loving and had seemingly forgotten had just left and instead of feeling relief or a gust of calmness, you felt desolate. You were being forced to face the very reality that you didn’t just desire Sebastian, you were undoubtedly still in love with him. It didn’t matter that you’d been apart for so long, none of that mattered because what you felt for him was otherworldly.

And maybe you were the most ludicrous person in the world and maybe you deserved to get your heart broken many times again, but your feet dashed to the front door. You swiftly pulled it open, expecting to find the hallway empty. But Sebastian was still cemented there, back against the wall of the narrow hallway, with teary eyes. He pushed himself off the wall as your figure planted itself in front of him.

“Y/N.” He gently whispered your name. Frantic eyes meeting, both swollen and red, and his hands had moved to touch you in a desperate manner but they moved back as if scared you’d stalk back inside your apartment and leave him.

“When you walked out, I felt—I felt everything was closing in on me and this sudden rush of sadness washed over me. I don’t know why I feel this way about you, Sebastian. You know, maybe I’ll never be able to understand why after everything that’s happened between us we still have this strong connection. And I’m probably stupid for even contemplating this…”

Sebastian was holding onto every word you were uttering. Waiting for you to say the words he wanted to hear the most. He watched you pause, trying to gather your thoughts with your lip between your teeth.

“You get one chance, Sebastian. One chance and you better not fuck it up.” You finally finished. Sebastian’s mouth had fallen agape first before a large smile began to form on his handsome face. He immediately moved his body to reach out to yours, but you backed away.

“Not so fast. We’re going to do things differently this time.” You pursed your lips. He was still beaming at you and you tried so hard to fight off the same expression from your face.

“I’m going to take you on a date. That’s the first thing I’m going to do.”

“What?”

“I’m going to do things differently this time, Y/N.” Sebastian was looking at you with gleaming eyes as if they were reserved just for you. His smile hadn’t faded away.

“Tomorrow we’re going on our first date.”

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Good god this took me so long to write lol I feel like this is a horrible chapter! Next chapter will be the final one. Lee Bodecker is next on my list🥴

Thanks for reading y’all ♥️

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