#there's just not even a moment of (mis) translation here or anything is what makes it so incredibly annoying

[elainemorisi]

Time ONCE AGAIN for the annual post: today is NOT THE BEGINNING OF THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS AAAAAAUURG

[fern-writes-stories]

Busy

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!!!

♡ [a/n]; HE IS SO!!!!!!!!!! but also I’ve never written smut before so be kind to me pls 😔💔 idk i need him so bad i’ve been pent up for like a whole week atp

✧ Pairing: Miguel O’hara x female reader

✧ Word Count: 1,806

✧ Summary: Miguel pleasures you and gives mad oral. Porn w/o plot basically

✧ Warnings/Tags: 18+/NSFW under the cut, second POV, google translate spanish, pet names (cariño, mi amor, mi ciero, mami, niña buena), orgasm (f), edging, marking, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex (hair pulling, biting w/ slight blood kink), size kink if you squint, foreplay, fingering, lmk if I missed any!!!!

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“Miguel, I’m busy,” you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.

“Pero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......” He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)

“I know, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed, moving his arms off of you. “Maybe later?”

Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Miguel,” you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.

His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation. 

Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“Can’t you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?” He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“I-I really shouldn’t...” You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.

Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in. 

“Then you don’t have to leave,” he said sweetly.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguel’s hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.

You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.

He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.

You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.

“I want to pleasure you so bad, mami...” he closed his eyes. “Make you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...” (fuck you until you collapse)

Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. “Show you how much I love you, mi cielo...”

Your throat had gone dry and you couldn’t find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.

The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.

“Will you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?” (my good girl)

“Yes,” you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear. 

He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. “All dolled up for me already, cariño?” He teased.

You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. “What’s wrong, mami?” He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. “Having second thoughts?”

You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more. 

“N-No,” you gasped out.

“No, what?” Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.

“No, papi,” you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.

He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.

“Miggy, please- m-more,” you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.

He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.

“I-I’m almost...” you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.

Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguel’s hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy. 

You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.

“M-Miguel!” you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didn’t stop. 

And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax. 

“Sorry,” you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.

It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.

“What are you apologising for, niña buena?” Miguel’s tone was seductive and playful. “I’d drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.” (Good girl, so delicious).

You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.

“Don’t go all shy on me, mami,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.

You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.

You gasped and Miguel’s other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.

The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.

You moaned into Miguel’s hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy. 

He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.

“You’re so tasty, cariño. Can’t get enough of you,” Miguel’s breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers. 

“You sound so hot, estás excitando a papi aún más, princesa.” He groaned into your neck. (You’re turning daddy on even more, princess)

At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguel’s fingers as you neared another high.

“M-Miggy...” You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.

Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased. 

You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.

You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.

“Well, I suppose you’d better get back to your work,” he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldn’t be serious.

He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe later?” He teased.

“Miguel!” You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.

His laughter followed him out of the room and you were now painfully aware of the puddle that had gathered on your seat.

[pedrospatch]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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candlelight 🕯️

hii it’s me again! congratulations on 1k!! i’ve thinking about this recently (a lot) because im seriously in my miguel ohara kick🥰

but can you do shy & nerdy reader with popular miguel who are dating?? he adores making her flustered and how shy she is.

he makes her ask for his help because he knows how badly she needs him? because she’s just so stressed out about school and stuff? as always if you’re not comfortable writing totally ignore this! this is my first time requesting smut so i don’t know if it’s silly or not! but if you write it i know you’ll do good by it bc ur such an amazing writer😌

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hiiii, thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting! ahhh, i'm so thrilled you asked for miguel; i was dying to write him and probably will more, especially if people want; i hope you like it! i hope i got enough of the request in here

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader word count: 2.2k notes: modern au, established relationship, fluff, smut (i'm going to keep with marking where it gets smutty, though, bc it's like a full fluff fic before any smut, for those who only want the fluff; MDNI!) part of my 1k celebration!

for anyone who doesn’t speak spanish, i don't want translations to be annoying in the middle or for you to have to scroll to the end, so thought putting them here was best: mi amor / amor mío: my love / literally something like love of mine but works more like emphasis cariño: term of endearment kind of like dear, literally affection mami: another term of endearment, more often cheeky or sexier descansa: rest dime: tell me que maravilla: a joke from the movie, literally what a marvel / wonder, kind of like how wonderful or even just amazing hope i didn't miss any others

The phone buzzing beside you startles you almost completely out of your chair. Coffee makes you jumpy. An entire pot in one night makes you… suspect what you’d be like on cocaine. You’d thought you’d put it on silent. No phone till at least one paper is done, you’d told yourself. Finals had you reeling, and you were desperate to make some progress. When you grab your phone, you see a text from Miguel:

You take your headphones off, and sure enough, a moment later hear a knock at the door. You open it to a Miguel in loose sweatpants and hoodie, dark hair messy, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Even these clothes could do nothing to hide the impressive broadness of his shoulders. 

“Hey, baby,” he says through a bright smile. He kisses your cheek and steps into the apartment. “I know you were trying to focus, but I was getting worried.” “Sorry, I had my headphones on; the neighbors were being too loud again, and I really needed to focus.” “No, not the waiting at your door, mi amor. I’m talking about all of… this,” he gestures wildly around the apartment then his gaze lands on you. “Those dishes were there when I was here days ago, and even though I’m pretty sure adding anything to that tower would topple it, you haven’t. When’s the last time you ate?” “I ha—“ you begin to retort, but he cuts you off. “And I mean real food.” You start again but just give up and shrug. “And you.” He steps close to you and frames your face with his hands. You lean into his touch as he caresses your face. “Baby, you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” You blush and look down immediately. 

It used to be worse, before you got together. When you were confused about his even noticing you, and instead he’d flirted with you. Even now that he was your boyfriend, it took very little from him to fluster you.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He always does.

“Don’t you? My gorgeous,” he kisses one warm cheek, “gorgeous,” he kisses the other, “girl,” he gives your nose a concluding peck. 

You nod shyly. “C’mon, cariño. Tell me,” he encourages, his tone still teasing but ever adoring. “I want to hear it." “I know you think I’m pretty,” you whisper. “Pretty? No, amor mío, I think flowers and bright colors are pretty; the ocean or a view of the mountains, too. But you, you are beauty personified.” “Miguel, stop,” you whisper through the smile you can’t help, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs lightly. His hand comes to your hair and scratches lovingly.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He gives your forehead a kiss. “Before I told you you look terrible, baby.” He starts laughing loudly and holds you closer into his hug when you smack his chest and try to pull away. 

“That’s so mean!” gets muffled into his sweatshirt. “It’s not mean; it’s true. You’re still beautiful, but you need a break.” “I can’t, Miguel. I’m drowning in work still, and you know being sick last week really got me behind, and it feels like no matter how long I sit there, I’m no closer to finishing anything, and you’re right my apartment is falling apart, but every time I do something else I feel guilty for stalling on work, and, and —“

Before you can find another overwhelming thing to list, Miguel is hushing you and stroking your back in his warm embrace.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He sways you lightly then pulls back a bit to look into your eyes. His hands are caressing your face again, and his fingers brush lightly under your eyes, where you know there are dark circles, as he whispers, “You haven’t slept.” He sounds sad rather than accusatory. 

“Okay,” he starts softly. “Look, I know how much you have on your plate, and I’m not telling you you’re wrong to be stressed. I get it. But you can’t get it done like this, running on fumes and caffeine. How about this? I’m going to help you relax tonight, you’re going to forget about everything you have to do, you’re going to sleep well, and then tomorrow morning you’ll get back to it all.” “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. And I’ll rest after finals.” Just then a car horn blares near your window, making you jump cartoonishly. “Yeah, you seem totally fine,” Miguel deadpans teasingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, Y/N… And accepting a little a help, okay?”

You nod lightly. “Great,” he gives you a quick peck and moves toward your kitchen, hunting around your barren fridge and cabinets. “Here’s the game plan then. You are going to put on your favorite playlist then go take a warm shower for as long as you like. Your kitchen is as empty as your stomach, so I am going to run down the street to pick up some empanadas then I’ll work on cleaning up this war zone a little bit when I get back.”

“You don’t have to clean.” “Stop fighting me,” he tsks. “Besides you know I don’t mind cleaning. I’m glad I’m not hearing complaints about the food at least,” he laughs. “I love empanadas,” you whisper defeatedly. He cackles. “Who doesn’t?” He kisses you as he moves past you toward the door. “Be back soon. No working! I expect you in the shower when I get back.” You quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. You were still too shy to say anything teasing, but he’d been working you out of your shell during your time together. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t really like that aspect of being with Miguel. 

His eyebrows mimic yours, and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t give me that look, mami, or you’re not getting me out the door, and you’ll miss out on the empanadas.”

You pull the neck of your shirt up to cover your face, making him laugh. You hear him bound back over to you from the door. He pulls your shirt back down, gives you a short but intense kiss, then heads out. 

Miguel is back before you know it. You are in fact in the shower when you hear him return. You’re already rinsing, but you linger a little longer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water easing the stresses off your tense body. 

When you leave your room to join him again, you’re immediately hit with the delicious smell of food. You see it resting on the counter and find Miguel washing your dishes. 

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso, resting your head on his back. “Hola, cariño,” he coos. “I’m almost done.” You nod into him, humming.

When he finishes up, he turns in your arms, bringing his own large ones around you. He leans down and kisses you softly. “Hungry?” 

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles. 

You opt to eat on the sofa, getting comfy. Miguel does most of the talking. Between how tired and how hungry you are, you don’t have the energy or available mouth to talk much. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to regale you with his silly stories.

When you finish, Miguel cleans up, holding you down and giving you a faux menacing look when you try to get up to help. 

When he comes back, he settles much closer to you than he had been before. You relish his warmth, physical and emotional, and lean into him. 

“Turn around,” he whispers.

“Hm?” “Like this.” He adjusts your body so you’re facing away from him and starts massaging your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were until the amazing feeling of its being relieved somewhat.

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“Miguel,” you exhale approvingly, earning a chuckle.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck deliciously, “Reminds me of other times you end up whining my name.”

It’s shocking how quickly he works you up. You turn to look at him, and when you do, his expression shifts from teasing to intrigued.

“Oh?” he asks. He smirks. “I know that look.” He leans in and kisses your neck sloppily, and you whimper. You’re embarrassed at the sound, but he seems to like it. You feel him smile against the skin under your jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but I need to know what that is to give it to you.” His voice is much lower but just as mischievous.

“Miguel,” you complain. “Dime, mi amor.” 

“I —“ Any other words get caught in your throat. Your throat he’s busy sucking on.

“Please, baby. C’mon, I know you can. Tell me what you want.” He runs his teeth along your neck like he knows you like. You often joke he feels like he has fangs when he does. “I want you,” you tell him. 

“Yeah?” “Mhm…”

“I’m yours, mami. How do you want me?”

“I want you to make me feel good.” “Oh, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” He punctuates his words with kisses, working his way up your neck, your jaw, your mouth. “Tell me how,” he whispers, and you feel his lips grazing yours with each word.

You want to relax, and you know exactly what relaxes you the most. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyebrows jump in surprise. Such directness was unlike you. Your exhaustion was probably weakening your filter, and the way he was already making you feel certainly wasn’t helping it. You almost get shy about it, but when you see just how dark his eyes have gotten, see his Adam’s apple bob and his bottom lip come between his teeth, you keep yourself from shrinking away. He nods slowly, staring deeply into your eyes, then kisses you hard. “Get naked,” he says gruffly. 

Already starting to do as he says, you weakly whisper, “You too?” He chuckles lightly but obliges quickly. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing him like this. He’s so beautiful. His broad chest and toned abs; his caramel skin and dark hair.

You look back at his face and find he’s noticed you staring at his body. He’s so confident, you think he’s going to tease you about it. Instead, with an adoring smile, he tells you, “That’s how I feel when I see you, too.” You lean up and kiss him, pouring all the emotions you can’t articulate in words into it. 

Without disconnecting your lips, his body guides yours back down until you’re completely prone. He keeps kissing you until you’re breathless, lovingly attends to your neck and down your chest. He lingers there, his tongue making you arch your back, pushing your body up into the sensations he’s delivering. He sucks harder at your visceral reaction then hotly finishes his path down, his face now aligned between your thighs.

He looks at you intently and whispers, “Que maravilla.”

He looks up at you, eyes black storms you lose yourself in as his mouth connects with your body. 

From your delightful vantage point, you watch his muscular shoulders contort as he moves to pleasure you. He looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying it, and seeing him so into it gives you confidence. You start subtly moving your hips in rhythm with his motions. His hands tighten where they hold your thighs, and, mortified, you interpret this as his telling you to stay still, so you do. 

Then Miguel shakes his head hard — the vibrations of which shoot shocking pleasure into you — and he pants, “Keep doing that. Show me how you want it.” His strong grip pushes and pulls you in a movement close to what you were just doing. You take over and move faster. He’s nodding now, and the shake of it has your thighs shaking on either side of his head. 

You’re making loud whimpering sounds when you yell, “Mi — ahh — Migueeell.” He doubles his efforts, picking up his pace and pressing hard against you. You come on his face, and he looks feral as he eats you through it. When you’re done, he licks up your entire slit before shuffling his body back over yours. You’re chest to chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your head. “Good?” 

Your cheeks warm, and you nod shyly. He giggles and gives you a peck. “You’re adorable, mi amor.”

Your legs feel delightfully like jelly as you move them, wrapping them around his waist. He hums approvingly and gives one thigh a tight squeeze, pulling it impossibly closer to his body. He begins stroking it as he kisses you lazily. Your hands entwine in his thick hair, stroke his strong back, hold him close.

When he shifts his weight slightly on top of you, you notice his hardness against your body.

“You want me to…” you whisper, thrusting your hips up into his in place of words.

“Uh-uh, maybe in a little bit, baby, but for right now, I just want you to relax.” 

He continues kisses you languidly, enveloping you in his body heat, and as you close your eyes and melt into the sensations, you’re sure you’re going to have no trouble sleeping soundly tonight. 

[sanguineterrain]

it shall pass | miguel o'hara

Summary: Miguel isn’t alone, not anymore. Sometimes, he needs to be reminded of that.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader (some Spanish endearments are female-gendered, but other than that, no gendered descriptions.)

Word count: 1k

Content desc: bathing together, Miguel has a tough day, insecurity, established relationship. Lots of fluff bc he deserves to be taken care of!!!!

A/N: hi guys! I’m back with more Miguel <3 as usual, it’s not anyone’s responsibility to correct my Spanish, but I always appreciate corrections, if offered. Also, I try to use Mexican slang only, since Miguel is Mexican, so if something is off with that, please feel free to let me know. 

Translations: 

Hola, cielito - hi, sweetheart

Mi amor - my love

Estoy sucio - I’m dirty.

Solo para que pueda sentirte - Just so I can feel you.

¿Puedes hacerlo frente a mí, por favor? - In front of me, please?

No es nada - It’s nothing.

Tonto - fool/idiot 

Yo no sería nada sin ti - I’m nothing without you.

Es verdad - it’s true.

If you enjoy, please let me know through comments/reblogs ♡

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Even after eight months together, Miguel enters your apartment like a cat burglar. Like he should not be here. 

You'd told him, at first, to stop that and used the truth as your reason: because he didn't need to. This is your home, but it's his too, and it puts pins in your heart every time he comes in like he's doing something wrong. Like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Then you'd tried humor. You scare the soul out of me when you do that, Miguelito. Maybe we should put a bell around your neck.

It hadn't done anything. He still acts like he's not allowed to jingle his keys in the lock and leave his shoes by the door and help himself to your shampoo and orange juice. 

So when you hear his footsteps at the door and you can track him as he heads for the kitchen, you’re worried. You rarely hear him coming. Miguel always finds you immediately, even if you're a block from the house. You'd asked him once how he knows it's you; he told you it’s because you have a distinct step. 

You might find that a little unnerving if you weren't so damn enamored with him. 

"Miggy? That you, sweetheart?"

He appears like you've summoned him, hunching in the doorway of the kitchen. You turn from the chopping board with a smile. It dims as you take in his appearance. 

"Hey," you say, putting down the knife and walking to him. 

"Hola, cielito," he says quietly, gaze downcast. 

You reach your hands up and Miguel bows his head slightly so you can cup his face. Your thumbs brush over his smooth jaw, caressing up and down in a pattern. 

"What happened, mi amor?"

He shakes his head. Miguel isn’t small, but you learned early on that he holds the most weight in his eyes. Every shard of guilt, every worry, every fear, they all sit in those crimson eyes. 

“Just—” He clears his throat, swallows. “Just a hard day.”

He brushes your hips with the pads of his fingers. You make a small noise, encouraging him.

“Touch me,” you say. 

He opens his mouth and maybe it’s because you’ve known him for so long, but you hear the words before he dares to say them. I don’t deserve to.

“I want you to,” you say before he can speak. 

“The dinner…”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, Mig. We can eat later.”

He’s still in his suit. You try to scan him for scratches or bruises, but the technology repairs itself, which makes it impossible for you to detect anything. 

“Estoy sucio,” he mumbles, still not touching you.

You think for a moment. Then you lace your hand with Miguel’s and tug him towards the bathroom. He follows, brow crooked in confusion but he trusts you. You know he does.

The bathtub had been a special installation. A treat, for you and Miguel. He doesn’t use it on his own; only at your prompting. But you’re glad for it anyway. 

You kneel and turn on the faucet, plugging the drain. You look up at Miguel, tilting your head at the tub. 

“What soap do you want?” you ask.

“The one you use,” he says.

You smile and take the honey and cloves bubble bath: one of the few things you allow yourself to indulge in. Miguel tightens his hands into fists. 

“Will you join me? Not—solo para que pueda sentirte,” he clarifies. 

You soften immeasurably, reaching to remove your shirt. 

“Yeah, baby,” you say quietly. “Of course I’ll join you.”

His hands relax. 

You stand to slip off your shorts. The tub fills quickly, and it’s only another minute before you have to turn it off. The water is foamy. Steam rises, and all the mirrors fog up. Miguel silently removes his suit. You watch his back muscles shift as he gracefully steps into the water. His shoulders are strung with tension. There’s a quickly fading bruise on his right shoulder and another on the side of his ribcage. You can’t do anything except let them heal.

“Want me to wash your hair?” you ask as he settles in the water, barely sloshing any.

“Okay,” he murmurs. 

You start to climb in behind him, equally bare, but Miguel stops you with a hand on your thigh. 

“¿Puedes hacerlo frente a mí, por favor?”

He looks up at you. A dark curl has fallen out of place, sitting over his eyebrow. It makes him look so young. He is young. You forget that sometimes. 

“Sure, honey,” you say, changing your position. “Sorry.” 

He shakes his head. “No es nada.”

You take the little cup you keep on the edge of the tub and scoop water. You shield Miguel’s eyes as you wet his hair, pushing the water back over his scalp. Then you take the shampoo, lathering some between your palms. Miguel bows his head forward so you can reach. His hands creep to your waist again, more solid in their hold this time. You can feel the blunt divots where his talons rest in his fingers. They trace tiny circles on your skin. He’s trying to ground himself.

“Do you remember when we first met?” you ask.

Miguel snorts. “How could I forget? I was such a tonto that day.”

“You were not!” you insist, smiling. 

“I was. I can’t believe you agreed to a date with me.”

“Well, I don’t know why that’s so hard to believe. I was very charmed by you, O’Hara. Still am.”

You fill the cup with water and cover Miguel’s eyes again as you rinse the shampoo out. You gently scrunch definition back into his waves. His hand slides up your back and Miguel pulls you into him, so your chest is against his. He rests his chin lightly on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his neck in response. 

“I missed you,” he says into your skin.

“You saw me this morning, mi amor.”

“I know.”

Miguel is warm and all-encompassing. You lightly massage the base of his scalp, nose pressed to his hair. He smells like the both of you. 

“Yo no sería nada sin ti,” he says.

“That’s not true,” you say, squeezing his shoulder. “Not true, Miggy.”

“Es verdad. You make me better.”

“We make each other better,” you correct. “And I have a year and a half of proof.”

Miguel sighs and it sounds a little wet. You hug him tighter.

“I got you.”

The water turns cold. Neither of you feel it, wrapped in each other.

[tanniefm]

como te quiero yo | jjk (m)

translation: how i love you

summary - there’s never a moment where jungkook doesn’t want you, even if you’re not physically there to help him.

pairing - idol!jungkook x latina!reader

genre - established relationship, smut, fluff

word count - 1k

song inspo - como te quiero yo by kali uchis

warnings - phone sex, masturbation (both m and f), spanish pet names <3, subby koo (y’all know i can’t resist), dom reader, mommy kink, sickly sweet lovey dovey shit

translations! cariño - darling, principe - prince, pobrecito - poor thing, buen trabajo cariño - good job darling, te quiero mas, mi vida - i love you more, my life

a/n - jk would def bust quick if you talked to him in spanish idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ also lmk if u guys want more race-specific reader content i’ll def supply!

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It’s 1:30 am in New York. The moon shines through the sheer curtains in Jungkook’s high-rise hotel, casting a glow on the white sheets he’s currently snuggled in. He tried to go to sleep, he really did. But he can’t seem to stop his mind from wandering to thoughts of you. What time is it where you’re at? Have you eaten? Would it be ok to call you right now? He tongues at his newest lip piercing as he contemplates if he should text you or not. Luckily for him, you beat him to it.

my love 💞: babyyyyyy u up? i miss u :(

He giggles giddily and immediately hits the call button. You pick up after the first ring. “Hi angel,” he says quietly. He feels like a little kid talking to his crush. “Hi handsome, I saw your show earlier. You did so well!” you reply. You two go on for a while, relaying your days and catching each other up on anything new going on in your lives. As you listen to him talk sleepily to you on the phone, you can’t help but clench your thighs together. His voice gets so low and gravelly, and it makes you throb thinking of that voice in your ear as he’s fucking his fat length into you. It hasn’t been insanely long since you two have done anything. He’s been in New York for only a week now and he made sure to fuck you numb before he left. But still, you’re so used to going at it all the time that it almost feels like torture not to have him here with you. As you listen to him talk, you slowly slide your hand down your body, teasing the hem of your panties. You reply to him in hums to at least keep him thinking you’re somewhat paying attention. You gasp softy as you start to circle your clit, which causes Jungkook to pause and raise a brow, but he doesn’t think much of it after you tell him to keep talking. The faster your fingers move on your clit however, the louder your noises get. Jungkook stops talking completely to make sure he’s hearing correctly.

“W-What are you doing,” he laughs nervously. He feels his boxers get tighter the more he hears you moan and pant into the phone. “Mmm what does it sound like I’m doing cariño?” Jungkook physically twitches. He loves when you speak Spanish to him, not only does he find it beautiful, he finds it so fucking sexy. He whimpers and quickly takes off his underwear. His long cock slaps his abdomen and he hisses at the cold air that hits his sticky tip. Only you could make him drip with precum this fast. He spits into his palm and wraps his hand around himself, setting a quick pace. He felt this need rushing over him the second he heard your pretty sounds. You hear how fast he’s going on your end, the wet smacking of his hand going up and down his length making you smile. He’s such a needy boy.

“Aht aht, slow down baby. I don’t want you cumming yet,” you giggle. “But I don’t wannaaa,” he whines. He already feels the stirring in his stomach, he could cum in the next minute or so if he really tried to. 

“That wasn’t a question. Do as I say or else you won’t cum at all tonight,” you say sternly. He whimpers and slows down, just as you said. “M sorry mommy, it just feels s-ohh-o good,” his sentence was interrupted by his hand squeezing his tip gently. Fuck, he wants to cum so bad. 

“I know principe, just keep moving nice and slow for me. That’s it…my good boy,” you sigh breathily. You get on your knees and rock your hips back and forth on your fingers, imagining they were his. You slowly keep talking him through it, describing everything you wanna do to him when he gets home. His eyes shut as he visualizes your every word. He imagines you’re on top of him, bouncing up and down slowly while you stare deep into his teary doe eyes. He imagines you wrapping your hand around his neck as you sloppily twirl your tongue around his. His toes curl at the thought of your fingers sliding into his mouth as you gradually move faster, choking on them as your ass slams against his thighs. 

“There we go babyboy, go faster for mommy,” his face scrunches in pleasure as he feels himself get closer and closer. Precum and spit make the glide of his hand effortless. “Mommy, m gonna cum! Please please can I cum? Please,” Jungkook begs. His hips buck as he fucks into his fist. You can’t do anything but smile and moan along with him as you match the pace of his hand on your clit. 

“Pobrecito, you wanna cum sweet boy? Make a mess all over yourself?” He nods feverishly but soon answers verbally too, as he realizes dumbly that you can’t see him. He isn’t exactly thinking clearly at the moment. “I’m close too, principe. Cum with mommy,” you whine. You count down from 5, wanting to time your orgasms perfectly. Jungkook tries all his might to keep from busting his load. The second you reach one his body locks up and he lets out a loud gasp. Thick, white ropes shoot from his swollen tip onto his abs and hand, the rest dripping down his balls. His head feels light and fuzzy, but he can still hear your pretty voice mumbling and cursing in Spanish through your climax. Soon all you both hear is each other’s heavy breathing through the speaker. 

“Buen trabajo cariño, I’m so proud of you,” you say warmly. He blushes and thanks you shyly. “I’m serious Kookie. You’ve been working so hard lately. I’m so so so proud of you. I really can’t wait for you to come home so I can smother you with kisses,” you sigh dreamily. Being with someone like Jungkook was difficult at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

“Thank you, angel. I’m coming home as soon as I can, I promise,” he says with determination. You laugh softly at his words, causing him to smile. God, he’s so in love with you. 

“Goodnight ____, I love you so much,” he says sweetly. “Te quiero mas, mi vida. I’ll be waiting for you.”

[glorysalazar]

No Duolingo, no problem

Jere Pöyhönen / Käärijä x Fem! Reader

Summary: You moved to Finland a few weeks ago and can't seem to feel at home: you're starting at a new job, you don't understand the language, you're kind of going through a break up... One tired and cold evening you head into the first bar you can find and briefly meet a cute guy you can't stop thinking about for the next few weeks. You try to forget about him, but when you go back to the same bar for some random gig your coworkers have invited you to go to, you find him again. [This takes place way before Eurovision]

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: English isn't my first language and I got a little lazy mid writing. Also they smoke a vape oops (seriously now don't do it it's shit for your health). Maybe smut implications at the end?

A/N: I didn't know what to name this lmao. I cannot believe I wrote fanficiton for the first time in YEARS because I fell in love with a Finnish guy after watching Eurovision. Anyway, I noticed an enormous shortage of Jere fics and decided to risk my final exams to serve the people. I hope it's worth it! Also apologies if the Finnish translation is shit I used a random website for it lol

Glossary:

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi" -> "Sorry, you dropped your coat"

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä" -> "Jere, we are sitting at the back table"

"Olen tulossa" -> "I'm on my way"

"Hetkinen, kiitos!" -> "One moment, please!"

"Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua" -> "Jere, you're on in ten minutes"

"Minä menen nyt" -> "Coming"

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" -> "Hi everyone, how are we doing today?"

"Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella" -> "Thank you, Mikko, I really appreciate it"

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" -> "How dare she come here?"

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" -> "We'll have to make use of it"

"Mikä on sana?" -> "What's the word?"

...

It was cold. Hell, it was colder than she could have ever imagined before coming here. Sure, she had checked the country's temperatures before moving, researched online about what to expect for someone who was used to easy winters, had bought the fuzzy-fur-on-the-inside-boots and the heavy jacket and all that was recommended to face the never-ending snowing. But still, it somehow hadn't been enough.

A job offer and the need to find some new purpose to latch onto had led (Y/N) here. Now three weeks in, with no friends and hardly a place to call her home had helped regret start to settle in. So many things felt out of her control: the way her colleagues seemed to think she was a mess, the cashiers at the supermarket sighing because she still didn't understand the language, everyone from her hometown rolling their eyes when she announced she was leaving in a way that meant you're not gonna make it.

Yet being thrown outside her comfort zone, and being forced to move on however she could manage, made her feel at least some kind of thrive. Which was far more than she had back home.

As she walked down the street for some place to find shelter in, hands shaking and breaths almost uneven, a neon sign caught her attention. Even though she couldn't figure out the name, it looked like a pretty okay bar. She didn't need much convincing anyway; anything would do to get out of this freezing gale. She made her way in.

The warmth was a instant relief. Stripping down from the many layers of upper clothes, she took a quick glance to check the place out. Not many people, which was fair for a Wednesday evening. There was low music playing, mild chatter and a bunch of people sitting alone in the stools, which was a relief. At least she wouldn't be the only one.

As she ordered a beer (one of the few phrases she had made sure to master) she felt her hands come alive again. The beverage came along and she took a long, much anticipated sip. It tasted significantly different from the brands she was used to, but it was just fine. Alcohol is alcohol.

Finally feeling at ease, she took her phone out and started mindlessly scrolling through social media to kill some time. It was still early in the evening since she had just gotten out from work. An extra challenging day is what had led her to wander outside for a bit instead of heading back to the dull apartment she hadn't even been able to decorate yet. Going home right after would've led her to start overthinking if this job was even right for her, if she had gone crazy by moving hundreds of kilometres away from what she's always known, if her ex-girlfriend had been right when she accused her of being too impulsive, if it would be such a bad thing to give it up already and leave—

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi", she heard a voice say behind her.

When she turned around to give her "sorry I still don't speak Finnish" speech, she was met with a blue-eyed, dark-haired, funky but sweet looking guy holding her jacket, which she now understood had fallen to the floor. It caught her by surprise that she somehow forgot how to speak for a brief moment.

"Oh! Thank you, I hadn't noticed it was on the floor" she ended up answering, taking the jacket back as the man handed it to her with a confused look in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not from here. I don't speak Finnish yet" she added with a small chuckle.

"No, don't worry, Finnish, uh- hard language to learn" he answered through an amusing smile, with a thick accent and a clear struggle to speak English.

She half laughed at his answer. Until now, people hadn't been so kind about the language-barrier impediment. "Yes, it is a little bit", she followed, now taking in his appearance.

Painted nails. Double nose piercings. Earrings. Facial hair. A bowl cut? Interesting choice, but it suited him surprisingly well. Her brain decided through that brief examination: he was cute. Attractively cute.

"You can try Duolingo. I use for my English, but don't work very very well" the man said the second part more as a correction to himself, making both of them laugh from the random half advice. He tried to fix it: "Maybe for you works better".

"Maybe. I'll check it out. Thank you again" her response was going to be followed by an invitation for him to sit down with her, as she felt a sudden wave of boldness: I need to make some friends in this town or else I'll go crazy. But a group of three other guys that had come in after him caught her stranger's attention.

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä", one of them said to him, while walking to a table at the back corner of the bar.

"Olen tulossa" he turned around to answer, then looked at her once more, "I go now with my friends. Enjoy your beer" he smiled and small-waved goodbye, as she copied his gesture. "Enjoy your evening".

That small interaction was enough for her to spend the next half hour looking up from her phone, which she had retreated to, to glance at him from time to time. His group of friends and him seemed to be having a good time, and she enjoyed the view of him. He looked like a very interesting person, too, and if she was being honest, she hadn't been struck by someone new in quite some time. Not by her neighbors, not by the people she was starting to coincide with at the grocery shop, not even by her co-workers.

She noticed him looking at her from time to time as well.

When her glass was empty and just as the clock on her phone struck seven, she got up and got prepared to face the freezing wind once again. At least it wasn't that long of a walk to her place.

She lingered for a moment before exiting the bar, then finally did so while warning herself not to get too caught up on the nice stranger she suddenly felt she was leaving behind. It was just a one minute interaction. You probably won't see him again. Quit this teenager act. Focus on the important tasks ahead of you.

It was already pitch black outside, snow accumulated on the sidewalks, the air was even colder than before.

Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach.

...

Two weeks had gone by and although she had been meaning to return to the bar, she just hadn't find the time to do so. Once the job's training period ended, the hectic rythm started. In her free time, when she wasn't taking care of the house or just resting, she was trying to find some language academy where she could actually properly learn Finnish. Cute guy had been right: Duolingo just didn't do the trick.

She had hoped he would appear around the neighborhood, that maybe he lived nearby. But there had been no luck. It was fine, though. She knew she would let go of it rather quickly at that point, it's not like she had been thinking about his addictive smile or pretty eyes or soft-looking hands. Not at all.

It was Friday, and some acquaintances from work she had managed to pull off had invited her to a small gig. She didn't even remember the musician's name nor did she know where it was going to be, but nevertheless she was happy to go and actually get to have some fun with other people. Who knows, cute guy might even be there.

She didn't even realize they were headed to the bar until they were right in front of it. Inside, a small stage platform had been set up and tables and chairs had been removed to make space for the audience. It wasn't very spacey anyway, the place could hold about a hundred people squeezed together tops.

"Huh, hadn't even thought of this place as a venue" she let her thoughts trail out loud.

"Have you been here before?" her coworker Aubrey, who she had slightly bonded with because she was also a foreigner, asked her. "Only once" the girl explained, already searching for a certain someone's face in the crowd. "So, who have you brought me to see tonight?" she asked, in the hopes of at least getting some conversation non-work related flowing. "I don't really know, coming here was Mikko's idea. He's always trying to get us into these weird small rap-rock Finnish bands, and listen, I've lived here for over a year now and I still don't really get the hype" Aubrey explained making both of them laugh "But it always ends up being fun when we go out" she added.

The rest of the group had moved forward to get a good spot near the humble stage, as Mikko babbled on and on about nonsense the two women couldn't figure out from the distance. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Mind saving me a place?" (Y/N) asked her colleague, who answered affirmatively.

She made her way through the crowd in between "excuse me's" and "sorry's" but got there with quite ease. One of the two toilet doors had a sign that read "Out of order", so she knocked on the one that was left to check if anyone was inside. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar came from the other side: "Hetkinen, kiitos!"

Nervousness suddenly struck her. Is this who I think it is?

When the door opened there was no doubt. Cute stranger was standing in front of her.

"Oh! Hello" he blurted out just as he saw her, sounding surprised. Today he was wearing eye makeup and bottom eyeliner, which suited him very, very well. He has such a pretty face.

She realized now she had not been able to get over this guy in the two weeks of not seeing him, even though she didn't even know his name.

"Hi" was all she could manage to say. She had been looking for him when she entered the bar but she was convinced he was not actually going to be there, "It's good to see you!" she added, as a way of avoiding an awkward silence.

"You as well. You, uh, you come to... concert?" he inquired, struggling to find the last word while pointing towards the direction where the stage was to make sure he was being understood.

She noticed he was wearing an all yellow outfit that consisted of corduroy pants and a button up. He looks good in it.

"Yes, some work friends brought me here. But if I'm being honest I don't even know who's playing" she confessed, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hands to joke around, as if she had spilled a dark secret. Stranger burst out laughing. His laugh was cute. "Do you know if he's good? I wanna know if I'll be wasting my time or not" she asked him, pretending to be a diva to keep his laugh going.

He had his arms crossed and his tongue between his teeth as he slightly giggled. "No, I think he's pretty ok. I think you will like, even if no understand" his answer was playful and accompanied with another small laugh. She continued joking around, this time putting her hands up in pretend self defense "Hey, I'll try my best. Maybe using Duolingo for two days actually did something" she shot back, realizing after saying those words that she had just told Mr. Stranger she had followed his advice.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head playfully "You did what I say to you" he stated. "Yes, but you were right. It's not really helpful. Now I just keep getting emails from the goddamn owl and feel scared that he's going to find me and kill me for not going back to the app" she explained exaggeratedly, which made their giggles grow bigger and even he bent his knees with laughter.

Their little chit-chatting was cut when a man who looked like he had been searching for someone stopped in his tracks at the beginning of the bathroom hall and shouted at them: "Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua". She turned around to look at the source of the voice and then back at stranger when he answered "Minä menen nyt". She wished she knew what they were saying, but she assumed it had just been his friend telling him to hurry up. Also, was Jere his name? She had heard it two times already.

"Someone's always calling out for you", she commented when they were left alone again. "It's because me popular, yes yes" he joked, putting a hand to his chest and shrugging. "Listen, I go now. Concert starting soon" he explained, pointing out to the stage's direction once again "I see you there?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he put a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. His blue ones had her mind going blank for a moment. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around. "Uh- yeah, sure, see you there". He smiled again then moved past her to return to the hall. She stared at him leave as she opened the door to the bathroom and finally went inside, smiling to herself and biting her bottom lip.

She hurried back once she was finished not only in fear of missing out the start of the concert, but more so in fear of not finding him again. Aubrey raised her hand to catch her attention and she followed the lead back to the group. The place was packed, it was hot, and there was a lot of chatter going on.

"What took you so long?", Aubrey asked as she got to her side, just in front of the stage, "They're about to start". (Y/N) was standing on her tiptoes and turning her head in all directions. She had just talked to him and the bar was not that big: where the hell had he hid himself?

"There was a long line to the bathroom..." she started off distantly, then turned to face Aubrey "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but have you seen-" just when she was going to make the question, she noticed some people walking up to the stage and everyone started cheering.

As she looked up, she couldn't have been more dumbfounded.

It was him. Mr Stranger was the one performing tonight.

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" he shouted out to the public, (Y/N) assumed as a way of greeting everyone. He took no time noticing she was right there, which made him grin even wider. "I see we have international people tonight. Good" he said while looking directly at her. She felt her coworkers eyes on her.

"Do you know him?" Aubrey whispered-shouted to her, "I- uh, no, yes? Briefly" she responded back as he continued on in Finnish. She remembered the question she had made him earlier and mentally facepalmed. This cheeky dude. Lying to her face just so he could later get her reaction.

Since there was no way of understanding what he said, she concentrated on what she could see. Two men behind him wearing pink shirts and shorts and sunglasses. A DJ table, no instruments. There was a sign hanging from the wall that read "Käärijä". Was that his artistic name? She was very intrigued by everything going on and wondered what genre he was going to play.

She had no idea what was coming.

As soon as he stopped talking and the music started playing, his demeanor changed. His stare became fiercer, his movements provocative and unleashed. He walked around the stage like he owned it, stared at the audience like he knew they would do whatever he asked them. Every beat before he started singing rumbled inside her, made her hold her breath in anticipation. She let it out once the words started to fall from his mouth.

The lyrics could have been shit for all she knew. His deep voice, the exotic pronunciation, the hard rapping from the boy who had seemed so sweet and wholesome but was now showing another side of him, the song's rhythm and tone. She was all in. So in, that her body started swaying to the sound almost like an automatic response, and jumped around alongside everyone else when the music demanded to do so.

"Ok, he's really good" she said to her coworkers as the crowd sung alongside him. "Mikko, you were right, he's really good" she insisted to the boy beside her, who was clearly enjoying himself. "I told you!" he answered amidst chanting, "Jere is my most talented friend". Oh, okay. Mental note taken.

As he performed his songs, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire the dedication Jere put on and the absolute fun he looked like he was having. Also, she realised he was at least kind of known around here, because people were singng alongside him.

The head banging, self touching, slightly undressing and sticking his tongue out only added more to his eclectic movements and gestures that made the show feel like a mix of energetic, passionate and, why deny it, lascivious state. Her eyes were glued to him in a capitative stare, that he would catch from time to time and hold for a few seconds. Then he would turn to his attention somewhere else, but a smirk would make a clear appearance on his face.

Whenever he finished a number, the loud clapping allowed him some time to take a sip of water. The clothes he was wearing and its material soon became unbearable, which lead him to take his shirt off completely. "Sorry, it is hot in here" he stated into the microphone pretending to excuse himself as a joke, as everyone in the room made a fuss about it. He was heavily sweating all over his face, neck and torso.

If she had previously been absorbed by him, at this point it was almost unbearable. She had not expected to see so much exposed flesh, and the pectoral tattoo nearly had her weak on her knees.

For some reason, freehing himself from his clothes somehow made him behave even wilder from then on out. He started getting closer to the front row, some even holding out their arms to interact with him, him receiving the gesture with no issue. The Fin looked so confident in what he was doing, it only made her feel even more attracted to him.

He moved so quickly (Y/N) didn't even have time to process when he positioned himself right in front of her, amidst performing a song, and full on stroked her cheek for a few lasting moments, all the while mainting direct eye contact. It was as if no one else had been around them, as if this instant had been theirs only. She didn't respond to the touch by touching him herself, since she couldn't find the strength to be as bold; but the breath hitching and swallowing saliva right after were a clear sign to Jere that he made her feel things. He would quite probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now it made him feel close to powerful.

The whole gig ended on a high note, the applause was strong and lasting. (Y/N) clapped her hands so fast they even started hurting a little, and could understand through the noise that Jere was thanking everyone for coming out to see him. As he was about to exit the stage, some music started playing over the speakers as to signal that the performance was over and everyone could retreat to either leave the bar or get a drink and stay there for a longer while. As the people from the front row turned around and waited to have a chance to move, (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jere looked exhausted, but it also seemed like the whole night had riled him up. "You don't leave now?", he meant to ask, but came out more as a plead. She wouldn't even dream of doing so right now. "No, no, I'm staying" she rushed to answer. "Good. Wait for me?" he went on. She could only manage to nod her head yes. He smiled and quickly went "backstage" to freshen up.

"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Aubrey took no time to pry her, "It did not look like knowing each other briefly". (Y/N) shrugged while putting her hands in the air and half laughing, not knowing how to beat those allegations.

"It's classic Jere. Finds a girl cute and cannot stop himself" Mikko chimed in, while grinning, "Now I understand, you must be the girl he saw a couple of weeks ago over here, right?"

"He's talked about me?" she said, a bit shocked, while Mikko lead the way for the three of them to go grab a drink. "Yes, well, now that I connect the dots, that evening you came here, it was a Wednesday, right? I came too, but it must've been after you left. When I arrived he was commenting it".

Some of the other coworkers were starting to leave, not without commenting the elephant in the room before grabbing the door. "You're gonna be the talk of the office now", Aubrey asserted, making Mikko laugh and (Y/N) grow redder by the minute. "I don't even- we haven't even talked that much, really. But watching him onstage was..." she trailed off, letting out a sigh and grabbing the drink Mikko offered her, thanking him in the process. "Yes, it's his special trait. That magnetism he holds is what's gonna get him places", he agreed.

"Okay, but does this whole act mean that he always does this? Like, does he take advantage of his concerts to mindlessly flirt with random people?" (Y/N) suddenly tried to rationalize the fast track of actions Jere was taking on with her. Sure, she liked him, and she really, really wanted to have some fun. Needed it, even. This bonding moment with Aubrey and Mikko right now, this non-work related, exciting chatter; the going out; as precipitating as it sounds she was starting to feel like she was finally making friends, establishing a life. But she also didn't want to be played around with.

"Ohhh, no, not necessarily" her coworker laughed, calming her down "Käärijä the performer is seductive, provocative, even uncontrollable" he took a sip from his drink, "But Jere the person is another story. Dude wouldn't even hurt a fly, I mean it" he reassured her. He then was about to say something else, but stopped on his tracks when they all noticed the man of the hour and the tow men who had performed with him coming over to them. However, he quickly commented to the girls the following before Jere could hear them: "If anything, he's the one who has been played around with".

Jere approached Mikko first, going in for a hug, which made total sense given the fact that they were friends. (Y/N) appreciated it, because his last comment had caught her by surprise. He had changed into some track pants and graphic loose t-shirt, and over all he already looked far more calmed down and back to his more, to put it some way, innocent self. Aubrey and (Y/N) exchanged a look before introducing themselves to the guys in pink, who had not changed their outfits. Their names were Jaakko and Aleksi.

"Hey, I recognize you. You were all in the bar that day I was here" she said as a realization. "Yes, we were planning tonight" Aleksi answered, "Did you like it?" he added, to both her and Aubrey.

While the four of them engaged in small talk, the girls understood that Mikko was congratulating his friend on his performance and Jere was thanking him, "Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella", he said with appreciation on his face, closed smile and big puppy eyes (Y/N) couldn't ignore. With one last ruffle on his hair from Mikko, the two men stayed with one arm over the other's back and turned to the group.

"Alright, let's talk in English now so we can all understand each other..." Mikko started off. "I see you guys have already introduced yourselves, very good. Now let me introduce you girls to Käärijä himself, although maybe a certain someone doesn't need it" he playfully remarked, making Jere look away while hiding his face and (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Jere, these are (Y/N) and Aubrey from work. Aubrey, (Y/N), this is Jere" he played around using a formal tone and letting out of their embrace.

"Nice to meet you" Aubrey answered, shaking hands with him and gently pushing (Y/N) forward once she was done to signal her to do so as well.

"I finally know your name" he commented, making her chuckle, "Yes, I guess you do". Mikko and Aubrey swiftly moved to give them some space, going over to Jaakko and Aleksi, who were all in in the same unspoken plan.

"You like the show?" he seemed a bit nervous as he rested his elbow on the counter and signaled the waiter to get him a drink, while attentively listening to her answer, "Honestly, I'd never been to one quite like this. I mean, I've been to rock concerts and such, but this energy you guys put on stage was totally new for me. I really enjoyed it tho, you're really good" she sincerely said.

"Oh, thank you, really" Jere put a hand to his chest as to show gratitude, "It was first concert after months of not doing", he further explained, "So means a lot all people who come here, yes. I'm so happy for this, I was worried if not work well". He sounded so humble (Y/N) couldn't help but grow to like his personality even more. She was curious to know why he hadn't played in a way, but also didn't want to intrude, so she opted for another response. "Well you should be. We all had a blast".

"You understand anything I sing?" he wondered with a perky smirk, before taking a sip from the beer that had just landed in front of him. "I didn't need to", she let it out without giving it a second thought, almost as if this was the only real answer she could give, which to her felt absolutely true. He was shocked by it and spilled some of the drink out, quickly catching the dripping by covering his mouth with a napkin.

"Ah, I make fool of me now, great!" he tried to cover up by playing down the incident. She couldn't stop laughing out loud, some people even noticing the whole scene between the two of them, specially Mikko and company who laughed as well from a distance, "That's what you get for lying to me before" she joked, but grabbed a napkin as well to clean his shirt up, softly patting it on his chest. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise" he justified. It was in that moment that she noticed they were almost the same height. When her gaze moved upward from the stain she was cleaning up, his stare was way closer than she had thought. He carried on talking.

"Also, before, I hope I not make you... uh-, mikä on sana epämukavalle?" he looked over at Mikko for help regarding a language inquire.

"Uncomfortable"

"Yes, that" Jere said, "I hope I not make you uncom... uncomfortable when I, you know-" he tried to explain himself, struggling with the pronunciation. He stroked his own cheek to interpret what he attempted to say. "Oh! No no, don't worry, it was- it was okay. I liked it, actually", his relief was evident after she assured him. He let out a nervous giggle.

Then, something caught his attention. His gaze had travelled to the door, past (Y/N), and what he saw made his face turn dead serious, although also sad. Mikko, Aleksi and Jaakko very quickly noticed what was happening. Aubrey and (Y/N) also turned around to check it out: a girl was standing by the entrance looking for someone with a worried expression.

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" Jaakko expressed angrily. The three men addressed Jere, who suddenly was a loss of words and course of action.

"Ex alert" Aubrey whispered to (Y/N) while sipping from her drink's straw. "They're asking him if he wants to go talk to her" she informed her friend, which (Y/N) was thankful for. It was really tiring to not catch anything on her own sometimes. While the four men were talking to each other, deciding what to do next, (Y/N) grabbed Jere's arm and everyone's attention fell on her. She just couldn't stop strongly empathizing with him because she had also recently been through a break up and knew how shitty it was. Jere seemed more at ease when she talked, "Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?" he looked past her again, everyone following his direction and realizing his ex was coming over to them. "I do, please", "Then we're getting out of here", (Y/N) decided, "You guys coming?" she asked the rest. "No, you guys go on. We'll make sure she doesn't follow" Mikko stated, thankful for her determination.

They said rushed goodbyes and (Y/N) got ahold of his hand to guide him towards the door. When they walked past her, she tried to talk, but they were quick to get out.

As per usual, it was freezing. They started to wander off to anywhere.

...

"I'm sorry about having to go"

They had found a comfortable spot in a park overlooking the town's river and had settled there. They had walked for a while, him trying to talk about anything else but his ex.

"Don't sweat it. I fully understand" she comforted him, then took the vape he had previously offered to her and took a puff before continuing, "I got broken up with three months ago... I hate to admit it, but it's part of the reason I ended up deciding to move here", she explained. He listened to her attentively, with a stern face.

The night was silent over here. It was only the sound of the stream and their hushed voices

"Can I ask why the break up?" he inquired, not wanting to pry on too much. "Only if I can ask why the break up", she made him chuckle. "Yes, of course" he accepted.

"She said I was too impulsive and that she couldn't trust me to maintain a steady and stable relationship, because I couldn't even do that with my own life" she sighed after her explanation and rolled her eyes.

"Wow" Jere said, disapproving look on his face "Hard thing to say".

"Yes, but honestly, I don't hold a grudge anymore. She had her right to think that way too. I do so too sometimes" she admitted, handing back the electronic cigarette, since they were taking turns to smoke.

"That's shit" he commented, which made them both laugh, "But I understand, too. "My ex, Sofia, that's her name, she uh- said she not approve of music career" his gaze moved upfront, "She said It's either me or music, and I think she not like my answer" Jere let out a half-sad cackle, "This is all I ever wanted to do. I loved her, I feel like I still do a bit, you know? But..." he nodded negatively before finishing the sentence, "I need someone who give support. What I told you before, the not doing concerts? A part of it was because I got, uh, insecure".

Silence fell between them as they both got lost in their own thoughts for a brief moment.

"You know, for someone who claims to not be good at English, you can maintain quite a deep conversation" her words made him belly laugh again. He looked at her and handed the vape once more. "Don't need Duolingo for that" he referenced. He was about to speak again but cut himself. "You can go on, it's fine", his doe-like blue eyes seeped cherishment.

"Oh, I not know, talking about ex was not in my plans when being alone with a girl I like" he made her blush, "I just thinking that, you know, I'm almost... mikä on sana" he struggled again with the language "Thirty year old?" he doubted if he had said it right, and the girl nodded to indicate him he had, "Thirty year old, and when younger I thought Oh, I achieve my dreams at thirty, have the family, all that... You know? And... nothing of that" he described, "My songs, some say that. But you not understand, so..." he added jokingly to lighten the mood, erupting laughter from her.

"Hey, I'm trying really hard to find a place where I can learn Finnish! Give me a break..." she defended herself, while the giggling from both of them died down. "But, just so you know, most of us feel this way too. Having your life figured out at thirty? That only happens to the lucky ones, I can assure you" she saw his tired expression and put a hand to his shoulder, "And by the way, you're crazy talented. We were all mesmerized by your performance. You can get to whatever place you want to be, and if you don't, well... It won't be because of your fault".

They were once again looking in each other's eyes. His gaze travelled down to her mouth. They were sitting close to one another as to avoid the cold wind. Her heart beat faster. How come did she feel like he had known him for such a long time if this was practically their first ever proper conversation? Yet she couldn't fight it. She had seen so many sides of him in such a short amount of time; she swore she'd never been that much of a romantic but the alcohol, mixed with how vulnerable they both felt in that moment and the fact that she was finally feeling at ease after more than a month of such a big change in her life, probably did the trick.

"Can- can I...?" he started nervously, but was interrupted.

"Yes"

Their lips crashed, finally killing the anticipation. Her hands cupped his face and his ones settled on her waist. She felt his long eyelashes touch her face, his beard tickled her jaw and his hoop piercing was cold on her nose. (Y/N) enjoyed feeling all these parts of Jere on her. He truly was so pretty. And suddenly, she wanted to make sure he knew just how pretty he was and how much he deserved to know it. The wave of boldness she had had to ask him to sit down with her those two weeks ago, but had been interrupted, came back as a stronger force.

When they separated to catch their breath, (Y/N) kept his face close to hers. He was panting through a timid smile and hot red burned his cheeks. She noticed her face doing the same thing.

"My apartment is a five minute walk from here" she suggested.

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" he whispered, hands going up and down her sides, and the Finnish language had never sounded so seductive to her.

"I didn't catch that",

"You don't need to. I will show you".

[mewhenimanangel]

moon river, miles morales x reader

pairing: earth 42!miles morales x spider!reader

synopsis: you go out patrolling after making up with miles. you planned to hangout the next day, but plans change…

wc: 3.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence, slight gory details, death, google translate spanish

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: bye cause why was i crying while writing this. there’s going to be another chapter after this, lemme know if you want to be tagged!

prev ♱, fin ♱

it'd been a week since you found out about miles' secret identity. you've been ignoring his texts, calls, you even locked your bedroom window. you weren't sure if you were overreacting, maybe you were a tiny bit but then again: he's killed people and tried to kill you. but on the other hand he didn't know it was you.

but you were forced to see him again when your mom invited him and rio over for dinner, damn them for being friends. you dressed in some black sweatpants and a bunny t shirt.

you were lolling on the couch when someone knocked at the door. "n/n go answer the door!" your mom called out, finishing up in the kitchen. your nerves grew the closer you got to the door, you took a deep breath before swinging it open.

"hola, cariño" rio greeted pulling you in for a hug. you looked over her shoulder to see miles staring back at you, hopeful smile on his face. "you haven't been over in a while, i've missed you" she said taking off her shoes, miles doing the same.

"oh you know, just been a little busy" you coughed looking at miles. "oh well come by soon" she said rubbing your shoulders. she walked away to say hi and chat with your mom, leaving you and miles to stand around awkwardly. your heart ached, it'd never been like this before.

"miles!" nas ran up to hug him. "yoo nas what's up lil man" he gave him their usual handshake. "missed you" nas said. "missed you too lil man." he continued "you're not the only one i've missed" he said quietly, making you look at him. you were gonna open your mouth to say something but your mom called out and told you to come eat.

you sat down between miles and nas, getting a plate of rasta pasta with shrimp and broccoli. "missed your food ms l/n" miles said shoveling his food down his throat. "yeah why you ain't coming around no more, you're here almost every damn day." your mom said giving you two a knowing look. "wha-" you were about to say before she interrupted you "don't think i don't hear him come through that damn window" she smirked, nudging rio's shoulder, her laughing.

you and miles looked at each other before looking back down. "anyways yeah where you been miles? y'all okay?" she asked again. you looked at him for a moment before answering "u-uh yeah we're okay." he looked at you with a gladexpression, smiling to himself.

after dinner your mom poured some wine for her and rio, nas went to bed, and you and miles sat in your room. you didn't say anything to each other, just glancing every few seconds.

he was the first to speak up "listen princesa, i-i don't know what to do. when my dad died i really got lost in everything, i found out my uncle was working as the prowler and his reasoning seemed valid. so i figured why not help out my mom a little bit and do that too. we began working together and completing whatever tasks we had to. i-i didn't want to kill those people y/n" he began tearing up. you walked over to him, holding his face and rubbing your thumb along his cheek.

"i am not a murderer. i did what i had to do to provide, i don't like doing what i do, i hate it. but y/n i never ever meant to hurt you. i would kill myself if you ever got hurt. my heart hurts knowing that i was involved in you getting hurt" his lips quivered and you pulled him into a hug, letting him cry into your shoulder.

"i love you so much mi vida, you're my light" he whispered wrapping his arms around you, holding tight. he kissed you and you just let him "i love you too" you whispered against his lips.

"but..miles i'm not going to stop being spider-girl. i cant, not when there's people out there in need" you sighed. "okay." he paused for a moment before continuing "but i cant just stop being the prowler. pin'll come after me for sure" he sighed. "well then what do we do?" you asked flopping down on your bed.

he moved to sit next to you "i don't know, but i know i love you and i'm never letting you go."he said in a low voice, reaching for your hand. "miles, rio is ready to go" your mom told him, walking into the room. "okay. i’ll come over tomorrow, good night, princesa" he said pecking your lips before he got up. "g'night" you said back, trying to hide your quavering voice.

♱

later that night you snuck out your window to do some patrolling. you swung by buildings looking for any sign of kingpin or his meddling, but there was no sign of him. it was calm, too calm.

your spider senses went off, but not quick enough before you were struck in the side of your stomach with a sharp object. you lost your footing, and stumbled a little bit falling to the ground not before shooting a few webs to break your fall.

you looked down at where you were hit and saw a big knife sticking from the side of you. you groaned, trying to get up to see who had attacked you. suddenly there was a loud thud, kingpin landing down from the rooftop you just fell from.

"isn't this a sight for sore eyes" he chuckled, moving closer to you. you tried to get up but the pain from the stab pinned you down. "god i've been waiting to see you like this since the moment you made your fucking debut" he mocked the last word. he moved over top of you, bending down to hold the knife.

"guess if you want something done you have to do it yourself" he growled, twisting the knife around your insides. you screamed out in pain, bloodcurdling screams echoing back at you. you tasted your metallic like blood pool into your mouth, choking on it.

you fought as hard as you could to push him off. throwing weak punches at his face, your advanced strength still packing some heat though. he pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to press the knife further into you. "you got nothing to say?" he mockingly whined

"it was stupid to try and fight against me. guess those spider powers aren't any match for a genius like me" he gloated. you spat blood right into his eye, making him take his arm off you for a second. you moved a bit before he was then thrown off of you, slamming into the wall of the building on your left. you looked to see who helped you and you were met with the prowler, miles.

he reached down and helped you up off the ground, holding you in his arm. "y/n go! you can't stay here like this" he said in his distorted prowler voice. "no i'm not gonna leave you to fight alone. i can help, im fine" you groaned. "no mi amor, go. now!" he said, moving you as kingpin got back up.

"prowler when i told you to keep her out the way i didn't mean go all fucking soft for her. what the hell are you doing?!" pin growled throwing a punch at miles, him dodging it. he threw his arm to claw at kingpin, cutting through his clothes into his skin. pin yelled out in pain holding his chest, stepping back.

miles jumped up and knocked him on the head making him fall to the ground. he stepped over him delivering blow after blow before kingpin grabbed him by the neck and threw him off him. he got up and swiftly moved over to miles choking him up against the wall. you got up and swung up to the side of the building before jumping down to kick pin off him, sending him to the ground again.

"princesa, i told you to stay out of it! you're bleeding out!" he scolded you. "miles i'm not gonna let you get hurt-" you were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot, looking to your side you saw kingpin holding a gun pointed directly at miles. your mouth fell agape seeing the dark liquid soak through miles' chest.

kingpin got up from the ground, heaving and groaning in pain. just then a car pulled up and the man in the driver’s seat yelled out “pin come on! it’s cops coming!” kingpin knew he couldn’t be seen around this, it’d be too suspicious so he ran back to the car "i'll deal with you later." he growled, them driving off.

miles fell forward into your arms and you rest him onto the ground, kneeling beside him. "miles! miles, no!" you said grabbing his face. "mi amor, im so so sorry, for everything." he coughed, reaching out to hold your face, wiping the tears from your cheek. "i am so sorry i wasn't who you thought i was, but please promise me that you'll keep going. continue helping everybody. continue being the light for everyone that you were for me. i promised to always love you and i always will." he pulled you down to give you a kiss. "and will you tell my mom i'm sorry? i never wanted to let you guys down" he whispered

"you didn't miles, you didn't." you cried rubbing the hand that was holding your cheek. he smiled at you "i love you, mi vida" he whispered. "forever." you said at the same time, you pressed your head down to his giving him one last kiss. you felt him pause and you looked at him "miles? miles?" you whispered watching as the life in his eyes faded away. you cried out shaking as you held his hand.

you heard sirens growing closer to you and panicked. you couldn't let them see him like this "i won't let the world paint you as a monster miles. my sweet sweet boy." you whispered, giving him one last kiss. frantically taking off any of the gear that would make him recognizable as the prowler, you left him in a blood stained t shirt and pants. an officer came running down the alley way and you swung to the top of a building.

so here you were, swinging back to your apartment, prowler mask and gloves in hand, knife twisted in your guts bleeding out with tears blurring your vision.

you forgot you'd locked your window, so you rushed up the stairs of your building, pounding on your apartment door.

your mom opened the door, face dropping seeing the state you were in. "y-y/n?" she pulled you into the house wrapping you in her arms. "mommy, m-miles is dead!" you wailed into her shoulders, blood staining her pink robe. you poured your heart out, telling her everything. the fact that you're spider-man and miles is, was, the prowler. the fight you just had with kingpin, everything. she held you in her arms as you two dropped to the floor crying together.

♱

you were currently in your mirror, tending to the cast that wrapped your torso. your black dress laid out on the bed, black heels laid next to it, it was a dress miles had bought for you so it felt right to wear it . your mom came into the room to do your hair. you were getting ready for the day you never even imagined having to get ready for - miles' funeral. it's been five days since he passed away that fateful night.

"are you ready?" she asked holding you close. "u-uh yeah i just need to get dressed." you replied, holding back tears you felt like you've been holding back for days. "no baby, i mean are you ready?" she asked. "no." you whispered. but then again who would ever be ready to bury their best friend, the love of their life.

she held you for a moment before breaking away "we have to go baby, you can't be late" she whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead. you nod your head biting your lip with anxiousness.

you got dressed and went out to the living room, nas running up to hug you "m'sorry n/n" he whispered into your side. when nas had found out the next morning that miles was gone he cried into your mom's chest, miles was like a brother to him and he looked up to him so much.

your heart broke all over again when you had to visit rio. the police called her and told her that her son was found shot dead in an alleyway. when you knocked on her door she was a mess.

you told her that you were spider-man and everything that happened with king pin, deciding to leave out the part where her son was the prowler. "rio i am so so sorry. i-i feel like this is all my fault. i swore i would always be there for him and and i-" she interrupted you "and you were cariño, it warms my heart knowing you were there with him in his last moments." she smiled "that boy loves you so much. he always talked about you no matter what. when jeff died, it was so refreshing to see him smiling and laughing again. he always said he would love you with everything he had, until his very last breath. and i guess he did." she chuckled wiping the tears from her eyes.

you reached an arm out to hug her, your heart aching for her. she lost her husband and now she'd lost her baby.

you stepped into the limo, mila and serenity already there with their parents. you sat in between them and they hugged you the entire car ride to the funeral home.

when you entered, you saw rio with her sister at a table going over things. she looked over and saw you enter, smiling and giving you a small wave. you looked around and saw his beautiful brown skin, brown eyes and pearly white smile plastered on a big canvas next to the white wooden casket, flowers gathered on top of it. a bouquet shaped like a heart with pink flowers sat by it, that was your addition.

the service went along smoothly. the home was filled with people miles would talk to at school, a few of your friends who came to console you, and his family. you sat in the front row with rio, aaron, nas and your mom. the preist led prayers and condolences, then aaron went to give a eulogy, your leg was bouncing frantically knowing you were up next.

when it was your turn your mom squeezed your hand and gave you a sorrowful expression, trying to tell you it would be okay. you walked up behind the podium, placing the letter you wrote atop it. you cleared your throat, placed the microphone in front your face and began.

"hello i'm y/n l/n, miles' girlfriend. i met miles in the fourth grade when we were nine and eight years later, i love him every bit the same. maybe not the same actually, my love for you has only grown everyday. for all the smiles you gave me i never imagined you would cause me this many tears" your voice broke. "i never even imagined the day i would have to write this. i have loved you ever since i met you. i loved being around you, whether it was being wrapped up in my blankets watching gossip girl, or the random dates you would take me on, or climbing into my window at night so my mom wouldn't see you" you giggled looking over at her.

"seeing your face was the highlight of my days. and my heart is in a visceral ache knowing i will never get to see you again" you continued, choking on your words. "since you died it's like everything i've done is just a reminder that i'm living without you. it's such a surreal feeling losing such a beautiful soul like you, someone who always knew how to make me happy. i've been crying into my pillows every night holding on to the teddy bear you bought me wishing you would randomly appear on my bed and hold me and tell me it was all just some sick joke. but i know that won't happen, because you're gone, but you forever live on in my heart" you said softly, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger.

"i hope that in some other universe, you're alive and you're safe and we're on a date, we're on your favorite rides at coney island. we're on a boat rowing through the central park lake. we're in your room, me forcing you to do my beauty routine with me" you smiled. "so this isn't necessarily a goodbye, more of a thank you for all the sweet things you left in my home, my head and my heart." you finished, walking back to your seat.

“oh baby, i’m sure he’s watching over us right now” rio said holding your arms. you nodded your head and smiled before sitting down, resting your head on your mom’s shoulder. rio made her way up to say what she needed to and you swore you had tissues to your face through out the entire speech, by the time she walked back down you were lightheaded.

everybody made their way outside to the graveyard, standing around the grave that was dug. the priest said a few words before they lowered his casket into the ground. you absolutely broke down seeing him being lowered into the ground, throwing a red rose and your eulogy letter atop the casket as they began covering it with dirt.

when the reception ended and everyone ate and shared stories of their lives with miles, everyone was given a balloon to release for him. you held a heart and one shaped with the initial ‘M’.

serenity and mila wrapped their arms around each of yours as everyone released them. you heard an array of “we love you miles!” “goodbye miles!” from everyone. “goodbye miles, i love you. forever.” you smiled, letting your balloons go.

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[issamultistan]

use me. | miguel o’hara

paring: husband!miguel x fem!reader

count: 1,435 (one thousand, four hundred, thrity-five words)

warnings: nsfw content, cursing, intentional lowercase, proofread !

contents: pwp, soft miguel in the beginning!!!!, dom!miguel, sub!reader, race neutral reader, oral (f receiving), constraints, breath play(?), size kink, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, praise, posessive!miguel, creampie, no condom! please use protection irl, use of “mi amor” , “mi alma”

notes: miguel o’hara’s cock so good it got you crying call it miguel no’mascara !!! you and miguel are speaking spanish here and there in the fic btw!

also, sdt to my pookie bear, d for the translations and overall fueling my miguel o’hara obsession!!

“mi alma. you have to stop straining yourself. please, just relax. i’m being very serious right now.”

“what could i even do, mi amor?! i don’t know what to do! how can i relax in this time?”

“you could use me.”

even miguel o’hara was a bit shocked at your words. it wasn’t everyday that the two of you got into a little verbal tussle like today, but today was strange. there were more anomalies than usual. you could say it stressed miguel more than the both of you could even imagine.

“are you sure, y/n? i don’t wanna hurt you, mi amor,” he mumbles a bit before raising a hand to gently stroke the side of your cheek.

“yes, i’m sure. mi alma, i trust you to not hurt me in the first place. are you crazy?” you leave an airy laugh as you hold his hand in place on your face. you trusted him with so much.

after a few moments of silence, he takes a deep breath before looking at you again. you nodded just to reassure him. after he got your nod of approval, he kisses you without any hesitation. “go as hard as you want.” you murmur against his cheek, already breathless.

he practically rips all of your clothing off of you. he needed you to relax and release steam, while you were enjoying the fact your husband is using you tonight.

miguel quickly shoots some webs to constrain your wrists to your back and raises your legs up. he starts off with a few ankle kisses. he hurriedly kisses down your calves, your inner thigh, and finally one pretty kiss on your cunt. miguel bends your knees to hook them over your shoulder before he tongues your clit with secure hands on your propped thighs.

sliding up and down, his tongue does wonders on you. kissing, licking, and sucking on your labia. around and around as you push your legs down even more. the heels of your feet were pressed down on miguel’s back, making his mouth lap at your pussy deeper than ever before.

your eyes were concentrated on his mouth. the heat rising was immensely fast. your wrists struggle, wanting to touch him so bad. your whimpers of his name increased as your orgasm was neared.

“i see you like it a lot, y/n,” miguel whispers against your cunt, sending vibrations of his words up your spine as he kept on devouring your soaking cunt.

“yes—! god, i love it, miguel—! mhmgh—!” in hitched breaths, miguel left you breathless with your words. unable to properly form sentences just from pussy eating alone. but then, miguel pushes out his fangs to harshly bite the side of your labia. a jolt of painful pleasure runs through your body.

in mere seconds, your orgasm comes crashing down rapidly, causing your cunt juices to drip and smear miguel’s lower half of his face. “m—miguel! fuck— please i need you in me— please, please, please!” you begged, squirming up and down against his mouth.

with one tough slap against your thigh, miguel groans, “paciencia, mi amor. lo siento por esto, pero…” right then, miguel spurts small webs to cover your mouth from talking anymore.

almost immediately afterwards, miguel peels off all of his clothes that were on him. he presses his cold body against your heated body. you whimper against the webs, unable to say anything at all.

although you were already sensitive enough, miguel grips onto his hard cock, stroking it slowly against your puffy cunt, “tan linda,” he murmurs while lightly laughing. miguel comes down near your face, still stroking your cunt and kisses your forehead once, before slowly sliding himself past your folds.

the squelch and the sudden largeness caused you to twitch. you forgot he was almost painfully large. you forgot he was almost too large in you. still slow and steady, miguel miraculously slid the entirety of himself in you, causing a bump to rise; it stayed still for an moment. both you and miguel had to get used to the sudden warm and slick feeling.

he couldn’t resist it, miguel had to just graze his palms against your bulge. he even decided to push down on it. you were ashamed that you moaned loudly behind the webs, but you just had to. it made your brain melt at how much it was pleasing you. you didn't notice right away but suddenly, a few tears found their way rolling down your hot cheeks.

you didn’t know what came over you, the painful pleasure was too unbearable to handle. having miguel so full in you was so good. he repeatedly traced the bump on stomach; it wasn’t the first time this happened, but fuck, did it feel good to have it in you when you haven’t in weeks.

miguel stipples a small laugh of how sensitive you were from his touch, you were basically wrapped around his finger. he swipes the tears away and even then, he was desperate for you too, needing you as much as you needed him too.

he latches his hands around your waist and starts sliding his cock at an achingly slow pace. miguel watches as your cum covers the entirety of him, base to tip. he stares at your stomach bulge rise and fall from his large cock as well, “why don’t you look at that… tan pequeña, estás hecha para encajar conmigo,” he growls lowly in the canal of your ear, making you almost forcibly look at it. miguel was obsessed with how your stomach fit his cock so well, no matter what.

a few seconds feel like hours before miguel could fully fill you up in and out without any pain. the radiance of pleasure fills your veins as miguel speeds up his pace. he couldn’t hear you but, you were changing his name over, and over, and over. lust washed over you. it was too good. too dizzy. too cloudy.

“mi amor— you’re so— fuck— you’re so good for me,” miguel says in short breaths. he’s buried himself between the crook of your neck and face. breathing in all of your sweet scent.

miguel kept a steady pace, he was quite literally rutting himself into you, relishing the slick and hot feeling that was dwelling in your cunt. “god— i love you, y/n. this cunt is mine right? you’re just all mine, aren’t you?” miguel grunts through gritted teeth. a sheepish mhm! could only be heard against your lips.

you hated how you were bounded by your wrists and shut up by the webs at this moment. you just wanted to moan and have your hands tug at his roots. surprisingly, miguel felt exactly the same as you.

quickly ripping off the webs, your hands immediately shot up to his wavy brown hair. the ends were already beaded with sweat, along with his forehead. “fuck— miguel— i love you too— so much. fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m gonna come soon!” between shuddered breaths, you cling impossibly closer to miguel. feeling the temperature from the both of your bodies rise.

his hands frantically skittered and found the plump of your ass, gripping onto them for a leverage to slam his hips deeper into you. he got up close to your ear again, “i am too— mi amor— wanna come inside— wanna feel my cum filling you,” miguel was as pussy drunk as you can imagine. his cock in your cunt was a feeling he would never replace.

“yeah— please— come in me— want your cum, mi alma!” as his thrusts became sloppy and messy, he was seconds away from releasing himself into you. miguel wanted to make sure you feel his cum. so, he scoops you up and props your legs around his waist as his knees bend into a kneeling position. your arms found its way to wrap around his neck, this time you were the one smelling his scent. hard, deep, yet quick thrusts were bouncing in-between you and miguel. you were obsessed with each other. so much so, with one thrust up, he shoots his sticker webs deep inside you in short, hot spurts.

for awhile, both you and miguel sit there in a room filled with deep, hard breaths. he kept his cum deep inside of you, while you didn't allow a single drop leak out of you. the both of you needed to recollect yourselves. yet while basking in the heat and lust, miguel speaks after the silence, “muchas gracias, mi amor,” he says before wrapping his lips with yours.

you let go of his lips, “claro, mi alma.”

translations! (tysm to my bsf, d <;3)

“mi alma” : “my soul,” nickname

“mi amor” : “my love,” nickname

“paciencia, mi amor. lo siento por esto, pero” : “patience, my love. i’m sorry for this, but”

“tan linda” : “so cute”

“tan pequeña, estás hecha para encajar conmigo” : “so small, you’re made to fit me”

“muchas gracias” : “thank you so much”

“claro, mi alma” : “of course, my soul”

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[always-is-always]

Watching original content...

Some of the bloggers that I follow here talk about how important it is to watch original content. It seems to be an obvious thing to do, yet many never go quite that far. Especially some of the fringe people who are hyper-focused upon a single member or a particular relationship within Bangtan.

All I can say is that it does matter, whether one sees original content, or not. When a person relies only on compilations, videos that are created with a particular "focus" (relationship or idol), analysis videos, and content that has incorrect translations or interpretations, then the person is going to have a very distorted view of things.

I know as I've been there..... not realizing what I was viewing as a pre-baby ARMY. (I didn't even know what it meant to be "ARMY".) That YouTube algorythym that can take a person down rabbit holes that have never been explored, you know. Yeah. So I watched a ton of videos on all sorts of things related to BTS, before I was on this platform, and before I really had a grasp on what any of it meant.

Thankfully, one of those YT channels recommended Dalloga's blog here on Tumblr, as she is known for her translations and clarifications on Korean language and culture. I managed to find her blog, not having any clue what Tumblr was. lol It took me over a year get the nerve to create my account, and then another year before I started to follow people and post.

So yeah....As an English-speaking woman living in the States, I had a HUGE learning curve to navigate, and much of it had to do with understanding the culture around BTS. I had to learn what a "bias" was, what "shipping" meant, what the heck those combined names meant 😆 (Jikook, Taekook, Jinkook, etc., etc.), and none of it really made sense to me. Here in the US, we don't have anything quite like the culture around K-Pop. Even now, I don't get the total attachment to labels in the fandom.

So what is the point to these words?

I am finally making my way through some original content that I have never watched before. Yay for me! 🎉

Having watched BV season 1 last week, I just finished season 2 of Bon Voyage last night, and OMG. To watch from beginning to end, to see everthing as it was and not chopped up and edited to fit a storyline someone has created, has been so awesome. It's been even more eye-opening given where we currently are in the BTS timeline (everyone in the military).

And, I see dynamics and moments in their original context which helps to clarify my understanding of things. Yeah. Clarity and understanding... always a good thing.

I understand how some have mis-interpreted certain things.

I'm going to navigate away from making big statements here, that would lead down some rabbit holes that I'd rather not explore. There are plenty here on this platform who have done it already, and it's not my forte. I'll just say that it is always a good choice to look at original content, and just let it be what it is. The reminder here is that they never show everything. What we see is but a glimpse....

These months that we have on-hand are a prime time to take the deep dive into original content. Perhaps it is a re-visit for some folks.

I'm going to do my homework, and learn what I can, via tons of episodes of BV, RUN BTS, and anything else I can put my hands on. It's going to be a fun journey! 💜💜💜

[fandomgirlz01]

Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 2

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: January 5th, 2023

Post Time: 2:39 pm

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,208

Summary: When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work, he at first thinks nothing of it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying, scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Frankie’s Pov: 

I jump and stir awake as my head falls slightly forward, making me wake up. I rub my eyes tiredly before looking back up at my wife. She stays still in the bed and I rub my face with a sigh before moving forward to grab her hand. 

“Come on, mi vida {my life}. You gotta wake up,” I tell her as I continue to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes.

It’s been a few hours and it’s early into the morning now. The police did come by and I answered all the questions they asked me. As they had left, they told me they’d be back again to talk to y/n when she wakes.

The doctor has been in a time or two so he could run some tests as well as a few nurses here and there to check on her and cast her left arm. One nurse brought me food and gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving. Now it’s all just a waiting game on when she’ll wake up. 

I keep a hold of her hand and pull it up to my lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. I stay leaned over with her hand held up to my cheek as I watch her face. I stare at her for a few minutes, just hoping she’ll give me a sign that she’ll wake soon. Then the door opens and the doctor walks in. 

“Mr. Morales, I have an update,” the doctor tells me as he strides in with a clipboard. 

“So there’s no internal bleeding and everything seems to be fine. She should wake soon, her body just needed some rest after the ordeal she went through,” he explains as he looks down at his clipboard. 

“Oh, and I’m sure it’ll please you to know the baby is fine as well. She must have protected her stomach area somehow, seeing as there’s no evidence of her being hit there,” he explains and my eyes widen before I fully turn to him. 

“Wait a minute. Did you just say… baby?” I ask in clear shock and his face falls. 

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, then, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. She’s almost seven weeks in. So it’s possible she herself didn’t even know, but that wouldn’t track with her coverage of her stomach…” he continues to explain some more as I try to wrap my head around it. 

“Well, I’ll give you some time to process it, but first we’d like to do one more scan just to make 100% sure the baby is uninjured. Would you like us to do it now or when she’s awake?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I’d like to wait for her, if that’s possible?” I question and he nods. 

“It’s perfectly possible. When she does wake, just press the nurse's button and she’ll page me along with the officers from earlier,” he mentions as he motions to the button and I nod. 

“Ok. Well, I’ll leave you be for now…” he finishes off before walking out. 

Once he’s gone, I let the silence just wash over me before letting out a sigh as I sink down into my seat. It’s only a few minutes later that I jump when my phone goes off. Clicking it so it comes to life, I see that it's Pope calling and with one last sigh, I answer it. 

“Hey, Pope,” I answer with a sigh before rubbing at my tired eyes again. 

“Hey. How’s everything going?” he questions and I sigh again, shaking my head as I lean forward. 

“Well, they say she has no internal bleeding and all should be fine. She should hopefully wake soon,” I inform and decide to keep the baby news quiet until I can tell him with y/n as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good to hear, man. How are you doing?” he inquires about me and I let out a huff. 

“Not so good, but I’ll be better when she wakes up,” I tell him and he lets out a hum. 

“That’s understandable, man. Will said that he was unable to clean up right now. Police have closed the house down for now. He told me to tell you he’ll clean it up as soon as he has access. The best they’d let him do is get a few essentials,” he informs me and I rub my eyes. 

“Ok. Uh, I guess I’ll have to get us a hotel when we get out of here then,” I reply with a sigh and again he tisks me. 

“No. No, hermano, don’t do that. You’ve got a place right here when she gets out if you need it,” he promises me and I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. 

“Gracias, hermano {thank you brother}, How’s Isey doing?” I ask about my daughter as I scratch at my cheek, trying to change the subject. 

“Well, Yovanna just got her to sleep about an hour ago. She didn’t want to sleep until you called her with news on Sweet Pea, but her tired little self just passed out from exhaustion,” he explains and I sigh, shaking my head again.

“Lo siento {I’m sorry}. I’ll come get her as soon as I can. We just have to get y/n to wake up first,” I promise and he gives me a tsk sound. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said, we’re familia {family} and we take care of each other. Plus, I’m sure when your pequeño gremlin {little gremlin} does wake up, she’ll enjoy playing with her primas and primos {cousins}. Take all the time you need, Fish. Get Sweet Pea up and around again,” he almost demands and I could almost cry with all the support he gives. 

“Gracias {thank you}, Pope. Will do,” I promise through a choked tone even when I try my hardest not to let my emotions get the best of me. 

“Anytime, Fish. Call us when you’re on your way home, yeah?” he asks and I nod as I rub at my eyes, trying to will the tears to go away. 

“Definitely. Gracias de nuevo {thanks again} Pope,” I give my thanks for the millionth time and I can only imagine him waving me off. 

“Like I said, familia {family}, so anytime, Fish,” he reiterates and I nod again. 

“Knock, knock. I’ve got breakfast…” The nurse, who’d said her name was Eve earlier, calls out as she comes in with food trays. 

“Hey. I gotta go. Nurse just brought food,” I quickly inform and he gives a small ‘hmm’. 

“Yeah. No hay problema {no problem}. At least someone is there making you eat,” Pope jokes and I give him a small chortle, much to my chagrin. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Adiós, hermano {bye brother},” I rush out before hanging up on him. 

I quickly get up and help Eve with one of the trays. She gives me a small smile of thanks before opening one. 

“You can have this one. I brought the other in case mama wakes up and is hungry. She is eating for two now,” Eve tells me as she puts the other tray into the mini microwave. 

“Oh believe me, I know… this would be my third,” I jokingly inform as I set the tray on the table on wheels before I sit back down. The nurse turns and raises an eyebrow at me. 

“This is yours and your wife’s third? First of all, good luck with three. Two, congratulations! I bet the other two are little angels,” she chirps and I chuckle as I scratch at my cheek again. 

“Thanks. Actually, my first child wasn’t with her. I had Camila with my first wife, then a few years after the divorce we got married and we had Eloise,” I explain and she nods as I lean back and cross my arms over my stomach. 

“Your assumption is only 80% true. Both Eloise and Camila can be little monsters when they want to be. Lord help when they get together after a long time not seeing each other,” I inform her with a chuckle and a shake of my head in indignation as she smiles. 

“Ahh, so this is only your guys' second?” she questions and I nod with a light smile, taking over. 

“Although she’d say Cam was her first baby any day, even without sharing blood,” I tell her and her smile turns into a grin. 

“She sounds like a wonderful mother. I’m sure she’ll be the same with this baby,” she comments and I hum in agreement. 

“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” I agree with her as I look back at y/n for a moment. 

“How old are your other two? If you don’t mind me asking,” she asks and I smile, shaking my head. 

“No. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Eloise is now six, just turned six a few weeks ago, so that makes Camila about eight, almost nine now,” I explain and her eyes widen, making me laugh. 

“Wow, they’re older then I thought they’d be,” she admits and again I laugh. 

“Yeah, Cam was only about five months old when me and her mom got divorced,” I continue to explain and she gives an ‘ahh’ in return. 

“How old was she when you got remarried?” she asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“Probably just about turning 2,” I inform and she nods. 

“Well, good luck again. She’ll be a teenager soon…” she playfully jokes with me and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t remind me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet,” I groan out, rubbing my face and she laughs. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. The main thing you’ll probably worry about is the boys…” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“Well at least I won’t be alone in talking the boys out. I’m sure her Tios {uncles} will help me. All the boys absolutely adore both Cam and Isey,” I joke and she laughs while grinning. 

“Well, she sounds like she’s got an army backing her up. How many uncles?” she asks and I chuckle again while shaking my head. 

“Oh, that she does. They have three uncles who were all special forces, including her and me,” I explain as I point to y/n, then myself. 

“Wow. Definitely got a good backup there. The teenage boys should be scared,” she jokes and I chuckle, nodding. 

“Most definitely. If it was me, I know I’d be scared,” I joke back and she laughs. 

“Anyway, this should keep the food somewhat warm until she wakes up. If it’s too cold, just let me know and I’ll bring something else. The doctor says it shouldn’t be too long now, so it shouldn’t be too bad,” she explains as she walks over and checks all of y/n’s vitals. 

“Doctor’s right, her vitals are looking up. Getting so much stronger,” she informs as she writes it on the chart. 

“Ok. That should be all. Just press the button if you need me, ok? I’ll come back for your tray when you're done eating,” she says as she motions to the button by the bed and I nod at her. 

When she leaves, it's silent again. I slowly pull the rolling table closer before pulling the top of the tray off and sigh when I see the hospital food. I pull out the fork from its plastic wrap and take a few bites before just shoving it to the side. 

The food now just sits on the side table as I sit back and rub a hand over my face. The heart monitor continues to beep and with every beep, a little more weight falls off my shoulders knowing my wife is still here with me. I sigh as I watch her face for any hope of her waking and before I know it, my head is tilting to the side. 

I fight the urge to sleep for a little while before succumbing to it and falling asleep. It’s not till a while later that I’m woken up by some voices. 

“He’ll be so happy you're awake,” I hear Eve's voice inform. 

“Shh, we’ll wake him,” y/n giggles out quietly and my eyes jump open. 

“Dang it! That’s just what we did…” y/n mutters as I look at her. 

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you. She just wanted her food, but you were out cold so she called me, wanting you to sleep a little more,” Eve explains with a shrug as she puts the food on the table in front of y/n. 

“No. No. It’s ok. You should have woken me anyway,” I mumble out as I sit up. 

“Baby, your back must be killing you,” y/n sympathizes with a frown and I smile softly at her. 

“I could care less about my back, mi amor {my love},” I promise, shaking my head before moving over to grab her hand. 

“I’m just glad you're awake,” I inform as I lay a kiss on her hand. 

“Well, aren't you two just adorable? I’ll give you some space. Doc should be in soon,” Eve coos with a light smile and I nod at her before she fully leaves. 

It’s quiet for a moment as I lean over to the bed with her hand in mine. I bring it to my lips and leave a kiss on it. I then pull it up to my cheek and just hold it there with my eyes closed.

“Frankie. Honey, is Eloise ok?” she breaks the silence and I nod with my eyes still closed. 

“She's fine, mi corazón {my heart}. Perfectly ok. I got her out of there,” I promise her still with my eyes closed, afraid this is a dream. 

“Frankie, baby. You can look at me,” she softly whispers as she caresses my cheek. 

“I’m scared it’s a dream, baby,” I tell her and she lets out a small giggle. 

“I promise you it’s not a dream. I'm right here, alive and well,” she promises and I sigh before opening my eyes once again. 

“See, I’m right here,” she coos as she puts her other hand on my cheek and uses both to gently pull my face so I’m looking into her eyes. 

“When Eloise called me… I… I…” I stumble over my words and y/n is quick to calm me. 

“Shhh. Baby, it’s over,” she gently hushes as she rubs my cheek softly with her thumb. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. I shouldn’t have taken that extra shift at the shop,” I choke out as I shake my head and tears start to fall. 

“Hey. No. This isn’t on you. Not one bit, okay? Please, Frankie, don’t blame yourself,” she practically begs me, pleading with her eyes. 

“Come here, babe,” she tells me as she takes her hands away from my face and pats the bed. 

I slowly get up and she moves over a bit as I sit down. I put my arm around her and she leans into me with a sigh as she cuddles into my side. I kiss her forehead as we settle into a comfortable silence as we hold one another. 

“Knock, knock,” the doctor speaks as the door opens and he comes in. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” he jokes as he looks at us while Eve rolls in some equipment and gives us a small smile before leaving again. 

“I’m Doctor Faylor. I’m glad to see you’re awake. I’m just going to take a look over the bruising on your neck and then we can look at the baby, ok?” he introduces himself to y/n before asking, making both me and Y/n nod before I start to get up. 

“Wait… you know?” Y/n asks me with her eyes wide. 

“Yes, querida {dear}. I know,” I tell her as I sit back down in the chair. 

“I told him. I thought he had known, but he didn’t. We weren’t sure if you even knew. Although I am sure you did since the wounds on your arms suggest you had covered your stomach,” Doctor Faylor explains as he puts his gloves on. 

“Yeah… I knew… I was going to tell you after dinner tonight-” she starts to explain and I shake my head. 

“Last night,” I correct with a light chuckle when she pauses and rolls her eyes at me. 

“I thought after I told you we could have decided when to tell Eloise and others together…” she timidly continues to explain and I give her a smile, nodding as she reaches out to me. 

“Ok. Let’s have you sit up,” Doctor Faylor gently commands her and she nods before letting go of my hand to use both of her hands to push herself into a sitting position. 

She then swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits sideways. Doctor Faylor then uses his stethoscope to check her heart and lungs. He nods, pleased as he pulls the earpieces down and places it back around his neck. 

“Ok. Mrs. Morales, I’m going to touch the bruises on your neck and I want you to tell me how much the pain level is from one to ten, ok?” he asks her and she nods timidly. 

I reach my hand out and grab onto hers again, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers. She gives me a small thankful smile before Doctor Faylor is pressing lightly on her neck. He presses into it for a few more minutes and she flinches one or two times as she mutters out a light five. 

“Well, you're talking and you only really flinched twice as well as telling me pain is only at a five. So I think you're better off than we originally thought,” Doctor Faylor explains as he pulls away from her. 

“The bruises should go away sometime soon, so other than that I guess now we should check on baby, yeah?” he asks as he takes his gloves off before washing his hands. 

He rolls the machine Eve brought in over next to the bed. He then rolls his stool over and takes a seat on it. 

“Yes, please,” y/n replies with a grin as she slowly lifts her shirt as she leans back onto her bed again. 

“Warning, this’ll be a little cold,” he warns her and she shrugs. 

“I know. I’ve done this before,” she jokes with a giggle, making me shake my head in disbelief before standing up. 

I walk around to the other side of her bed and she scoots over just a bit as I sit down next to her. She smiles up at me as she holds her non-casted hand out and I can’t help but to smile as I grab onto it. She lays our joined hands just under her breast bone before turning back to the doctor as he finishes setting the machine up. 

He then picks up the gel and squirts it onto her stomach. She flinches just the slightest, squeezing my hand as she giggles. 

“It’s almost hard to believe I was in special forces, huh hon?” she asks me and I give her a confused look. 

“And why is that, Cariño {sweetie}?” I ask her and she giggles again. 

“Well for one, I didn’t fight back with Hector and two, I’m all giddy and happy,” she explains and I shake my head, letting out a chuckle. 

“Cariño, me encanta {Sweetheart I love}, I promise you this is how you’ve always been. Even when you joined the group way back when. Why do ya think your nickname is sweet pea?” I joke with her, making her roll her eyes as a nurse walks in and over to the doctor. 

“Frankie, honey. I’m sure I seemed more serious at one point or another,” she tells me and I playfully roll my eyes, making her scoff as she hits my chest. 

“Oh, of course you did, mi amor {my love}. What was I thinking?” I playfully roll my eyes, making the doctor chuckle as the nurse and him look at us. 

“I know right?” she jokes and I roll my eyes at her. 

“But really, querida {dear}. You’ve been out for almost nine years now. You're bound to forget about some of our old ways. I know I have… I don’t think I’d be able to do it now that I’ve been out so long,” I inform her and she nods, pursing her lips. 

“I suppose you may be right…” she agrees, trailing off. 

“May be? Honey, I’m always right,” I joke and she giggles. 

“Oh, of course…” she playfully agrees and I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I just had to give the doctor some information. Carry on. Congratulations on the baby,” the nurse tells us before she scurries out of the room. 

“Ok… let’s see here,” Doctor Faylor speaks aloud as goes back to looking before turning the screen to us. 

“All looks very well. This right here is the little bean. It’s still a little too early to know much, but baby and mama look very healthy so far,” he explains as he points out the baby:

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” Doctor Faylor asks and y/n’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

“Wait, you can do that this early on?” Y/n asks in shock and Doctor Faylor nods while humming. 

“Yes, we can,” he replies with a smile and y/n nods quickly. 

“Then can we, please?” she asks and he nods at her. 

“Of course. Let me just find it,” he promises as he moves the doppler around. 

“Frankie, we're having another baby…” y/n turns to me with a big smile and for a moment I can’t help but to just forget about the circumstances of why we’re actually in this hospital. 

“That we are, estimado {my dear} and I couldn’t be happier about it. Although this time, it better be a boy,” I joke with her as I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she giggles. 

“I can’t promise you that, honey,” she jokes back and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Ayyy. Dios, ayúdame si conseguimos otra chica… {lord help me if we get another girl…}. That’s when I’ll believe in the curse you were telling me about…” I promise her and she giggles some more. 

“Curse?” Doctor Faylor asks with a raised eyebrow as he starts to take pictures for us. 

“Sí. She was telling me that her family is cursed to only basically have girls. I told her we’d break it cause I’m not getting stuck with all girls,” I joke with a smirk as she slaps my arm. 

“Either way, you’d love it. You love being a father of daughters. Admit it. I know you do,” she tells me and I playfully shrug. 

“Maybe I do…” I coyly agree with her and she giggles, shaking her head before looking back at the screen. 

“Ok. I’ve found it. Here’s your baby’s heartbeat,” Doctor Faylor announces as he turns a dial on the side. 

It goes quiet for a moment before we hear a small thump sound and a smile takes over my face. I involuntarily let out a sniffle and y/n looks at me. 

“Awe, honey. You're crying,” she comments as she lets go of my hand to wipe at my face. 

“I just can’t help it. That’s our child, mi amore {my love},” I say through my tears and she smiles even more. 

“Honey, I know. It’s quite an amazing thing, isn’t it,” she tells me and I nod vigorously, making her laugh. 

“Ok. Baby’s heart beats seem to be staying at an even 156,” Doctor Faylor tells us and I shake my head. 

“Is that a good thing? They didn’t tell us that the last two times,” I ask and he nods while chuckling. 

“Yes. It’s very good. Perfect actually. A good healthy range is between 140 and 170, so your little peanut is right in the middle range. She sounds healthy and strong,” the Doctor explains and y/n turns, grinning at me. 

“Frankie…” y/n says in a tearful tone and I chuckle before hugging her. 

“I know, mi vida {my life}, I know,” I softly tell her and she sniffles into my chest. 

“Ok. Well everything looks ok with mama and baby. I took some photos and I wrote down measurements. They'll be in your file ready to go home with you when you sign out,” Doctor Faylor explains as he turns the machine off and hands y/n a towel. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, Doctor,” I agree with a light smile as y/n wipes her stomach off. 

“Now. I hate to ruin the happy happy moment…” the doctor speaks again, making me frown and shake my head. 

“You didn’t ruin anything at all,” y/n speaks up before I can as she smiles at him. 

“You actually made this so nice,” she continues and he chuckles before shaking his head. 

“No. I know. I’m glad I could make your day a little better, but uhh, the police are here for your statement,” the doctor hesitantly tells us and my smile falls as silence takes over. 

“They're out front. I told the nurse not to let them in until you're ready for them,” Doctor Faylor quickly explains and y/n nods lightly. 

“Ok. Go ahead and send them in,” she tells him as she straightens up just a bit as she squeezes my hand. 

“Ok. I’ll bring them right in. Just a moment,” Doctor Faylor tells us with a final nod before he walks out. 

I squeeze her hand back before standing up from the bed. I let go of her hand just to walk around back to my chair, before grabbing back onto it. It’s quiet now as we wait and y/n sighs. 

“Hey. You’ll be ok. I’ll be here the whole time,” I promise her and she nods just as the door opens. 

“Hi, Mrs. Morales, I’m Athena. I’m here to take your statement,” the officer introduces herself as she walks in and comes to a stop next to me. 

The officer then stays for maybe twenty to thirty minutes talking with y/n. She tells them what happened and I stay silent as she explains. As she recounts everything, I rub my thumb over the back of her hand, trying to keep her calm as well as myself. 

Hearing all that happened makes my blood boil and I have to restrain myself from rushing out of the hospital to hunt Hector down. I’d use my past training as best as I possibly could to take him on for trying to lay a hand on my family. I’m quickly broken out of my thoughts when the officer hums as she puts her pen away. 

She tells us she has all she needs and that she promises to put him away for good before leaving. Once the door closes behind her, y/n sighs and it gets silent again. I let it stay quiet so y/n can work though her thoughts before anything else happens. 

“Frankie… can we go home soon?” she soon whispers out her question and my heart hurts for her. 

“Por supuesto {of course}, mi amor. I’ll go talk with the nurses and hopefully get you signed out,” I tell her and she nods before sinking down into the bed. 

I shake my head lightly before walking out of the room. Once the door closes behind me, I let out a puff of air before heading to the nurses station down the hall. 

“Hi, sir. How can I help you?” the nurse sitting at the desk asks as she looks up at me. 

“Umm, I was wondering if I could get the paperwork to sign my wife out?” I ask and she nods before quickly getting up. 

“Of course, sir. One moment and I’ll have them ready for you. Would you like me to bring them to her room or are you wanting to wait here?” she asks me as she looks through a filing cabinet. 

“Um, here if I could. She just needs a moment to herself, I think,” I inform her and she nods before walking back over to me. 

She puts the papers in front of me before she grabs a stack of arrow sticky notes. She goes through and puts one next to every spot I need to sign before putting the sticky notes down. She hands a pen to me before taking a seat back at her computer. 

I take it and make quick work of signing it all. When I’m done, I close the pen and pick up the paperwork. 

“Here you go,” I tell the nurse as I hand it to her. 

“Whoa, you’re quick,” she chuckles out as she stands back up. 

“Yeah, well, my wife is ready to leave. I don’t want to make her stay longer than she has to,” I inform her and she smiles softly in understanding as she takes the papers. 

“Ok. All looks good. You're good to head out whenever you’re ready to go now,” she tells me as she takes a quick look over it all. 

“Ok. Thank you,” I respond before pushing myself off the counter and starting to walk back to her room. 

I walk back, but take a moment to take a deep breath before opening the door. Once I feel a little more calm, I open the door and walk back in. 

“Hey. We’re good to go whenever you want to, mi amor {my heart},” I tell her and she nods with a light smile. 

“Thank goodness. I’m ready to be home with my baby,” she groans out and I shake my head, chuckling. 

“Actually, miel {honey}, unfortunately we can not go home,” I break it to her and she looks at me confused. 

“Why not?” she asks and I sigh. 

“The police don’t want us back. They’ve closed it off as a crime scene. So I have plans for us to stay with Pope,” I inform her and she sighs before nodding. 

“Ok. Let’s go there then, I guess,” she agrees and I nod. 

“Ok. Let’s go then, if you’re ready?” I agree before questioning her and she nods. 

“Do I have clothes to change into?” she asks and I shake my head. 

“No. Sorry. I can have one of the boys bring you some. They have to pick us up anyway and I believe Will said he got some of our stuff from the house,” I tell her and she sighs before just agreeing with a nod. 

“I guess that’ll work. All I know is I just want a normal bed,” she groans and I nod. 

“Of course, baby, that makes total sense. I’ll go call Pope right now,” I inform her and she nods before sinking down on her bed while closing her eyes. 

To Be Continued…

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Dear Vocalist Wired Momochi Translation — lonely singer [track two]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

カレはヴォーカリスト CD「ディア ヴォーカリスト Wired」 エントリーNo.5 MOMOCHI(モモチ)

*mic sfx, music in the background (mi amigo)*

(Hello everyone watching Music Airport, I'm Veronica’s Mo•mo•chi desu~!

Yes, that's right. We're currently recording a new song for the upcoming Fes, and I can't wait to let Cheers hear it as soon as possible!

Please wait just a little longer, everyone~ That's all from Momochi from Veronica. Bye-bye!)

sigh What are the people at the agency planning to do?

Even though recording has stopped, the TV program we filmed to promote the new song is still airing.

Cheers are expecting it, right?

They should just announce that they're going solo already.

I don't know anything about them pushing back the CD release.

It's not my fault.

But it doesn't matter.

? Where was my wallet again?

So what? Do you have a problem with that?

Dinner?

I don't need it. I don't have an appetite.

Ah, found it.

I'll be late again today, so don't do anything unnecessary.

Just stay quiet here.

*phone vibrating sfx*

Oh, it's the same as last time then…

[02:52] *bar/piano sfx*

Hey... why did you come here? I told you not to go out, didn't I?

Hah? You came here just to tell me that?

I can't believe it. I always tell you to leave me alone if someone comes over.

The members...

Wait, you didn't use the intercom, did you?

Then how did you know about the members coming to my house?

I see. You went out of your way to look through the window.

Do you think I'm happy about that or something?

You always do unnecessary things. You're really stupid.

*set down drink sfx* Ah, thanks.

Can you stop making me laugh? Why do I have to chase after you all the time?

Oh, I see~ You came to make up with me.

Did you finally realize that you guys are the ones who are in trouble when I'm not around? Hahaha.

!!

Huh? But it's the truth, isn't it?

Ehh, really~?

You also think I'm the one to blame.

Traitor.

You're really the worst.

And then what?

Another excuse?

I'm really sick of it.

It's too late to say that now~

It's too late!

Say it then.

What's wrong with me?

When and where did I do something wrong?

Hey...

You can't say it, can you?

Of course not, right?

Because there's not a single thing like that.

I was able to debut as Veronica, and there's even talk of a new song and a Fes.

It's all thanks to my singing that I got those chances.

Even when I had to work with those guys, there was no benefit for me, right?

Still, I put up with it, didn't I?

And yet...

Don't mess with me.

I don't need those guys anymore.

sigh I'm fine by myself.

I'm better off alone.

If you listen carefully, you'll understand what I'm saying.

Even someone as foolish as you can get it.

*footsteps, piano fadeout, mic sfx*

Sorry for interrupting suddenly, but I'll only be a moment~ Hehe.

*applause sfx*

Thank you for watching!

Thank you very much.

[06:56]

How was it? My singing?

You know, look.

See? Everyone, not just you, thinks the same thing.

I told you, I'm a genius.

Everyone wants to hear my singing, so I'm enough on my own.

I don't need any friends. It was a mistake to form a band in the first place.

It's the same now as it was before. I realized that a long time ago.

*cigarette light sfx*

Hey, how long are you planning to stay here? It's annoying that you came here when you don’t even drink.

*drink splash sfx*

Hey… I asked you, how long do you plan on staying here?

Can you not be so conceited? There's nothing you can do anymore.

You can't even make me happy, and you never keep your promises.

...so just disappear already.

Seriously.

You're annoying.

[08:36]

Huh? It’s OK. Sorry for making a mess on the store floor.

Ah, please -

*phone vibrate sfx*

Hey, what's this? It's my phone.

Did she bring it on purpose?

sigh Tsk, seriously, she always does unnecessary things.

And to make matters worse, it's coming from one of the members. So annoying.

It would be easier if those guys weren't around.

I'm perfectly fine on my own.

…But why is it that every day, it's so boring?

[jackleg-penwright]

Universal Translator head-canon

In case you’re actually coming to this post because you like my Tumblr, instead of coming from the AO3 link in my fic, I should probably mention that I’m kind of hijacking my account here in order to break down some of the quite frankly ridiculous amounts of worldbuilding that goes into the stuff I’m starting to write. I’m autistic, which in my case means that I was the kid who sorted her legos for hours (by color, by width, by length etc) and never did get around to building anything. For me, the worldbuilding is the fun part, while writing the story is the work (though I do hope I’m pretty decent at it too, or at least getting better). 

I don’t want to put the worldbuilding itself into the fics, that would just distract from the story (my acting teachers would always say, never act your homework. When you’re on stage/camera, you have to be in the moment) - but just in case you’re curious, or if you want to use my aliens in your fics, or if you’re just a nerd like me who loves sorting details for their own sake, here it is.

This one is my head-canon for how the Universal Translator works. 

Well, actually I don’t have any idea how it works - do you hear a real-time voice in your head translating, does a text-based translation pop up in your field of vision, does your brain just know what they mean? Not a clue.

But what I do figure is that you can choose how it’s translated - both for words, and for numbers and systems.

There are a number of levels that are preset for you to choose.

There’s translate everything, where everything you hear is turned into the closest approximation that you would understand. If someone said “para mi es chino,” you would hear “it’s all Greek to me,” even though the Spanish version actually references Chinese. Idioms are converted to the closest with a similar meaning.

Then there’s the level where you get the meanings at the level of phrases and expressions, but idioms are left intact. So if someone said “me gusta pasta,” you would hear “I like pasta," but if they said "para mi es chino," you'd hear "for me, it's Chinese" instead of the closest English idiom.

At the next level down, you would instead hear “pasta is pleasing to me.” The literal meaning of the words is preserved, although the word order is rearranged to make the most sense grammatically.

That’s probably as minimalist a translation as anyone who’s interested in the unique beauty of a language would choose to go, and that’s the most minimalist of the pre-sets available.  

If you actually want to LEARN the other language, then you’ll switch to manual settings. Ok, there’s one more pre-set, which is the “vocabulary only” setting. Every word is translated literally, and left in the exact order of the other language. So if someone said “me gusta pasta,” you would hear “to me, pleases pasta.” 

From the vocabulary-only setting, you can manually adjust all sorts of things - you can set specific words or phrases to be entirely untranslated whenever you hear them, you can have a literal translation but use the native-speaker’s original prefixes or suffixes. You can have the parts-of-speech information that’s embedded in the grammar be added to the translation (so “me gusta pasta” might include information like reflexive verb first person singular etc). The sky’s kind of the limit with the manual settings - you can even take a preset level and modify it so that you hear the native suffixes to your own words (which I suspect is where fan-terms like “federaji” come from). 

My headcanon is that when they recorded the episodes, there is a universal translator embedded in the recording equipment, and which settings it is on is chosen by the director for the purposes of his or her artistic vision for the episode. That’s why we hear Klingons speaking English - except when we don’t. 

There’s a whole other set of settings when it comes to numbers and units of measurement etc, which I may or may not get to in another note. For now, suffice it to say that the settings that both Garak and Julian use translate numbers automatically, but leave the units untranslated. So if I had those settings, and I were to travel from the US to the UK and hear people talking about a heat wave of 39 degrees, my translator would not automatically translate the centigrade to the 102.2 degrees fahrenheit I’d be able to picture - I’d hear 39 degrees and have to learn just how hot that actually is. 

I think, as xenophiles, both Julian and Garak would find that appealing.

[plantwithoutplot]

Oh oh for the ask game i’d love to hear you answer 11, 14, and 16!!

Ooooh thank you for the ask!! You've picked interesting ones for sure ゞ(’ꇴ’*)ノ ヾ(*’ꇴ’)ノ” Sorry it took me a while to answer but I really really had to connect those damn 2 braincells I have left 🤣 that and being a working adult sucks

11. Which non-Straw Hat character would you love to see join the crew?

AAAAH THIS 🥲🥲....

My Top 3 would be:

1. Vivi. BECAUSE CMON SHE IS A STRAWHAT AND ALWAYS WILL BE 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🩷

2. Yamato!! 🩵🤍🩷 My boy dederves to go on an adventure and he would fit so well with the crew (*´▽`*)❀ He's got just the right amount of Crazy/Braincells to belong with them! Plus, he always wanted to be free, to be able to finally go out and explore the world and discover all of its wonders 😭💙

3. Bonclay 🦢 Honestly he was an icon and we loved him and the crew loved him (the idiotic ones at least) and he would have been a great nakama 😭😭😭

14. If you were to have one of the devil fruits in the series, which one would you have?

Some of yall may not like this answer buuuuut... The Yami Yami No Mi 🤔

We only know the basics of the fruit and yet it already gives its user SO MANY powers, literally and metaphorically speaking? Not only can you copy (steal) another Devil Fruit power, but darkness in itself brings so many possibilities!!

Like, we have seen Blackbeard use it similarly to a black hole (absorbing light/drawing anything close, thus affecting gravity), but what if there is more?

Can you use it to shadow travel? Could you use it like a warp gate/wormhole? Can you still steal another Devil Fruit's power even if it is the opposite of the Yami Yami no Mi? What is the limit of Devil Fruit powers you can steal? Can you use them simultenaously and how much does it tires you out? What would the drawback be? What would be the best combination to come up with????

Sorry for the ramble lmao this fruit just rubs my brain the right way, yknow 🤧🤧

16. If you were to make fake devil fruit, what would you call it and how would it work? And what would happen if it awakened?

OOF THIS IS A TOUGH, TOUGH ONE Σ(　 Д )ﻌﻌﻌﻌ⊙ ⊙

Y'all know I'm a sucker for time travels/loops....... So........ Quite obviously, this is gonna be the theme.

It would be a man-made fruit, like the SMILEs. However, because of its nature and creation process, I doubt it would be a manufactured one. What I mean by that is, while created by people, it couldn't be on as big a scale as Cesar/Doflamingo/Kaidou managed for the SMILEs. Why? Because the processus wouldn't involve any SAD, nor experiements ― but I'll come back to that!

What's the Fake Devil Fruit's power? It will be that of a paramecia! It will however be limited to giving you the power of a Devil Fruit that doesn't already have a power.

What's the take? While you do get a chance at having a Paramecia power (and awaken it like you would any other paramecia)... That shall only be so upon your death. So not only do you have to experience death to get that power (you are brought back to the moment/state you were in as you died), but you only have 1 chance out of 200 for it to work. You cannot know whether or not you've won the Fake Devil Fruit Lottery up until your last breath. For comparison, SMILEs give you 1 chance out of 100 to get a Zoan's power. Plus, since this wouldn't be a manufactured product, it means that there would only be a scarce amount available on a yearly basis.

How is it created? Thanks to the combined powers of two Devil Fruits! Which I have made up but according to Egghead Island that ain't too far-fetched lol By combining the powers of the Reset Reset no Mi (Sorry for the japenglish but I ain't gonna try and translate this), which allows you to reset time back (for a few minutes only, but up to 6 hours if you have awakened it), and the power of the Odd Odd no Mi, which allows you to slightly manipulate the odds of an event (here, the successful creation of a fake Devil Fruit that use the Reset Reset no Mi to give its user a second chance).

How would it be named? Well........ Y'all know me........ I'm a sucker for terrible, terrible puns............

All Hail the Loopsie-Daisy 🍉🍎🍍

[formosusiniquis]

mi media naranja (and other things that need to ripen) - ch 1

ao3 | Chapter Two

Nancy needs a translator.

She's hot on the tail of one of the biggest scoops of her career -- behind the truth about Hawkins lab, the Starcourt Fire, and what was really wrong with Hawkins, Indiana -- a chance to expose several government officials of corruption and mob ties. If her research so far is correct she might even be solving a couple prominent cold cases. It was the kind of high she was ready to ride all the way to a Pulitzer. If she weren’t stalling right at the finish. She’d made it this far with her conversational Russian, truly the only thing Hawkins has ever given her, talking to sources with ties to the Russian mob.

She had all her pieces but none of the proof to tie them together without her primary witness, a recent immigrant and current housekeeper to someone in a prominent mafia family. Nancy knows she’s the linchpin to the whole story, if only spoke something other than French and Italian. Nancy, fluent in Spanish, assumed with a romance language under her belt she'd be fine taking on anything. Until she spends two hours going round in circles because, turns out, similar isn't enough to get across the nuance needed for investigative journalism no matter how you try to force it.

She’s left every attempted interview frustrated, with next to nothing that she can actually use. Biting her tongue to keep from raising her voice at a woman who started speaking to her in broken English rather than deal with Nancy asking her to repeat herself again ‘lenta.’

She can feel the exclusive slipping through her fingers. She’s going to get scooped by the Wall Street Journal, one of their smug Republican leaning reporters writing about what a disgrace it is that we can’t trust our ADAs anymore, how this one bad egg made the rest of the system look bad.

Like the government wasn’t suffering from a bone deep corruption that you couldn’t cut out.

She’s been dealing with these assholes for years, the least they could do is let her make a career out of it. The whole thing makes her head hurt, she needs to replace her night guard, but more than she needs to stop grinding her teeth she needs this story with her editor.

So Nancy needs a translator, and she needs one yesterday.

Her coworker Jan, who does their travel section, has a source. 

Her coworker Jan also has the worst case of pregnancy brain Nancy has ever encountered. "She's great, really, an absolute whiz at languages, super friendly. Absent minded professor type. Rowen, no that's not right. Anyway, she's really sweet; set me up at all my hotels last time I was in Italy. Wren? She's at Columbia, language department first door on the left when you get to the faculty offices."

Nancy needs a translator, so she goes. There can't be that many women with bird names in the language department.

The first door on the left is shut tight when Nancy arrives, a light is on and a figure silhouetted in the glass pane but inaccessible thanks to Midwestern courtesy. Nancy snoops before she knocks. Every other door in the hall has a nameplate, professionally engraved with a first and last name. 

Her possible translator does not, in its place beside her door is a handwritten Robin H. In a bold all caps hand, sharp angles and hard downstrokes. There's something else to be learned here, it's an itch at the back of her brain, but Nancy needs a translator more than she needs another mystery. So she knocks.

"Office hours ended half an hour ago, if you're failing today you'll still be failing tomorrow."

That itch is still there, agonizing as when she had chicken pox in the third grade.

Normally Nancy is more professional when it comes to her sources. She'll call, make an appointment, let them know she's coming unless surprise is important. Normally she even goes in knowing their names.

"I'm with the Times, my coworker Jan sent me. If I could just have a moment of your time."

There's a clatter, a thud, the familiar sound of a stack of paper that was too close to the edge of a desk gracefully sliding onto the floor. The equally familiar sound of, "Shit, fuck, those better have page numbers" said by someone who knows those pages on the floor don't and how long it will take to try to figure their order.

The door swings open, and in the doorway for the first time in the decade since Nancy left Hawkins, stands Robin Buckley. Hair a little shorter, blazer a little more expensive, and forearms just as confusingly distracting when revealed by cuffed sleeves; but her translator is undeniably Robin.

"Shit."

[fan-de-las-tetas]

okey heres a drabble of the Cruz de los Giles au bc im brainrotting over it and IM SO IN LOVE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. also its in espaninglish bc i love to write in english and it soothes me but the au is in argentina and i just needed to write the diologue in spanish. i'll leave a little glosary at the end as a kind of translation <3

ah ah and crocodile and mihawk and buggy are all in love with each other but neither know their feelings are reciprocated

...

Buggy was on his workshop. Not really doing anything in particular and extremely bored because of it. There were no Marines to fight, no alliances to make or organize at the moment, no shows to practice for in the foreseeable future, absolutely nothing to do.

And Buggy isn't a man that is easily bored, you know? it takes a lot for him to be actually bored like he was at the moment, but the combination of having nothing in schedule and not really wanting to do anything productive is giving him a headache. The little voice inside his head telling him that he does have something to do isn't saying much else, so that is not being helpful to his boredness either.

There is nothing to do, but Buggy is alone in his big ass workshop and the little speaker at the corner of the room is looking at him in a very literal way.

At the other side of the island, Crocodile and Mihawk were in the meeting room, waiting for the damm clown to appear so they could begin. Even if in days like this the meetings were less of an actual meeting between bussiness partners and more of a merienda¹ gathering, they had agreed to meet everyday nevertheless.

After a long hour of absolute silence between the two men, they decided to search for the clown.

And it wasn't that hard, really. After walking around the island a little they reached Buggy's workshop and heard the loud music coming from it. Disgusting music, if you asked them.

"SUENA QUE SUENA QUE SUENA

SUENA MI BAJO

SUENA QUE SUENA QUE SUENA

CUANDO YO PASO"²

The closer they got, the clearer the music sound, and a peculiar voice was heard singing along.

"LO BAILAN LAS ROCHAS, TAMBIEN LAS CHETAS"²

And now that they knew where the clown was (and what he was doing) they felt no rush as they slowly aproached and opened the door to find the chairman doing what they already suspected.

He was on top of the table, all the tools that they supposed were once in the table were now scattered around in the floor, his singing was more of a rhitmic scream, his dancing on top of the table was suppossed to be seducting like the saxophon that was heard all around them, but miserably failing on its goal and looking pathetic. Buggy even fell down the table a few times but he reagruped his chopped body parts to keep dancing, moving his hands wildly in the air with his eyes closed, grinning wide while he imitated the sound of the instruments clumsily.

It wasn't until the song finally ended (why a nene malo³ song lasts three whole minutes?) that the clown climbed down the table panting, and on his way to the speaker he noticed the two incredible tall men that were in his doorframe without mutering a word.

His eyes went madly wide, face getting as red as his nose. Not only his two intimidating bussiness partners had seen him trying to dance like he were in a boliche⁴ and faiing miserably, AND singing horribly bad to a song he knew the both of them hated, but on top of that they were standing there looking at him when he was wearing pink mini shorts and a crop top that said in bold letters "Ni en pedo! ...Bueno, en pedo si"⁵ that he had around the workshop for ocassions when he was bored and did what he was doing before noticing the former Warlords of the Sea looking at him LIKE THAT.

On top of all the embarrassment he felt, the little voice that was bugging him before was now very helpfully reminding him of the daily meeting he was supposed to attend.

La re concha que me re mil pario,⁶ thought Buggy.

"..."

"..."

"Che payaso, ¿Estabas esperando a que te vinieramos a buscar de los pelos para encontrarte así, vestido y actuando como puta en boliche? o ¿Fuiste lo suficientemente pelotudo para olvidarte de la reunion diaria que tenemos hace cinco meses?"⁷ said Crocodile, amused internally but pretending to be mad at the chairman.

At that, Buggy started fidgeting, trying to think an answer that didn't leave him as an idiot.

There was none.

"No te calentees boluo... Pero si la verdad que si me re olvide loco pero no te'noje yo no lo hice de forro entende'? Se me olvido noma no me pegues porfa wacho yo ya me cambio y voy no me pegué noma dale--"⁸

And so he rambled, but none of the men were actually listening, both were just entranced in how the clown moved around explaining himself and gesticulating with his chopped hands.

At the end, the clown changed his clothes and they had a pleasing merienda anyways, but the image of the clown dancing never left the taller men's minds.

.................

TRANSLATOOOR :D

¹"merienda" is the name of tea time, basically. we argentinians make a big deal out of merienda because we have dinner very late and merienda is normally at 5 or 6pm so we all love it.

² suena que suena que suena, suena mi bajo, suena que suena suena, cuando yo paso: it makes noise it makes noise it makes noise, my bass makes noise, it makes noise it makes noise it makes noise, when i pass around

lo bailan las rochas y las chetas: ok i am defeated idk how the fuck i translate rochas in english

³Nene Malo is the creator of this magnificent song his name translates literally to Bad Boy and please search in yt "lo bailan rochas y chetas" its the name of the song

⁴ boliche is a building with loud ass popular music to dance and get drunk and to fight but mainly to just drink and dance and maybe seduce someone and get laid.

⁵"Ni en pedo!... Bueno, en pedo sí: Not even drunk!... Well, I would do it drunk"

⁶La re concha que me re mil pario: the fucking pussy that fucking gave birth to me (it sounds weird but its actually one of the most common insults here, we have tons of curse words and i couldnt possibly translate them in english)

⁷"Hey clown, were you expecting us to look for where you were only to find you like this, dressing and acting like s slut in a boliche? or were you stupid enough to forget the daily reunion that for five months we have done?"

⁸"Dont be maaad dummie... But yeah the truth is that yeah I forgot about it man but dont be angry i didnt do it as a jerk i just forgot y'know? I just forgot man dont hit me i just forgot im gonna go change now and you wont hit me ok?--"

ok it was so hard to translate im literally having a headache

note: the clothes i put on buggy are actual clothes i own xd

note 2: mihawk and crocodile look way more in love than i intended, but they look cute anyway