#they're saying 'ay yo' for every fucking thing

[sweepingtree]

if i have to hear "AY YO!" from any of these kids one more time i'm going to lose it entirely

[bonbonthedragon]

Ok, Hi!! 1st of all I'm quiet new to your blog and i LOVE your works already!!... You are amazing!

Now, i had this thought at 3am, and i saw your requests are open and then thought you might do something with it... so here it is...

Bakugou in his 3rd year at UA, walking down the halls with bakusquad one day... They're talking about Kaminari having a lot of crushes or something like that... Then somehow someone asked Bakugou if he ever had a crush on someone... And he is like usual saying he doesn't have time for sh*ts like these and yada yada... But then suddenly reader walks by with her friend and does the classic hair flip, AND Bakugou.exe stoped working... And a few weeks latter the squad is teasing him cause he is in love...

Sorry if its too much... Its ok if you don't like it... I just wanted to share my thoughts... Anyway, have a good day/night...

-(^_^)-

This was so cute 🥺 thank you for sharing! I’m sorry it’s short :( I hope you enjoy though :)

Part 2

“Ya know, shinsou isn’t so bad”

“That’s like what...” Kirishima though a moment “the third person today you said you liked”

“Get a damn life dunce face” Bakugou grumbled

“What? Jealous no one likes in that way Bakugou?” Kamanari shot back, ready to get beaten

The blond shot him a glare, surprisingly keeping his cool and just going back to stare ahead. What ever, he didn’t need anyone, when he becomes number one, he’ll have plenty of women falling for him. Yeah.

“Speaking of which” the red brought up “have you even ever had a crush Bakubro?”

He rolled his eyes “don’t have time for some lovey dovy shit shitty hair, why the hell would I waste my time going after some chick when I can be training? Hah?”

“Jeez man, I was just wondering-“

“Well stop wondering damn it. It’s non of your business anyway- ay.....”

Suddenly his voice faded, eyes taking in her form as she walked down the hall. Shinsou was close by, the girl next to him handing him her stuff as they strolled, taking her goggles in her mouth and beginning to put up her hair. Her hips swayed nicely, entrancing bakugou while she nodded her head down and swiftly put it in a messy bun, sliding her goggles back on. Everything seemed to just slow down, her (e/c) flickering up toward his own, UA jumper tied and low on her hips, tank top hugging her every curve as she didn’t look away from him, taking her things back from the purple headed boy. He felt himself blush at her stare, even more so when he watched her eyes trail down and back up his body, a small smile forming on her lips as she passed.

Bakugou felt his heart jump, breath hitching and a breath being let out he didn’t know he was holding. His friends didn’t miss it, I mean, the boy literally stopped in the hallway. The pair watched their friend mindlessly turn around and continued to watch you as you turned the corner and into the support workshop.

“Yo...” Kamanari whispered to his friend “I think we just witnessed love at first sight”

The red nodded by him, going to put a hand on bakugou’s shoulder and break him of his trance “Bakubro? Man? You good?”

He whippped around, blush still evident on his face as he tried to hide it “I’m just fine!” He shouted, voice coming out uncharacteristically shaky, making him stutter more, causing the other boys to laugh.

“Yo, if I would have known you would have eyes for (y/n)-Chan, I would have gotten with shinsou already so we could do a double date!” Kamanari smiled encouragingly

“I don’t!- just- AH FUCK YOU DUNCE FACE”

“At least she looked back at him!” Kamanari exclaimed

“Um...” kirishima went closer to bakugou “maybe because he has a pen mark on his face from when Mina threw her pen at him”

And as he said, a giant mark was across his face that the boys didn’t bother to bring up, making the blond just lose it “WHAT-“

—

“Oi”

You turned to see backugou...again. For the third time this week with his gauntlets.

He walked into your shop, throwing his gauntlet on the work table “it not working”

“Again?” you questioned, taking it and scooting it closer to you as you inspected it “it...looks fine to me. Let me open it up and give it a better look” as a support student, you had to be like a doctor, you had to take every patients word for it. So even if it was minor, it could cause a big problem. It was weird though, all this seemed to start this week.

...

Bakugou could hear the giggles from outside the hall.

“So this is her?” Mina giggled, looking into the room window of the cracked door “she’s cute, does she like him back?”

“We don’t know, but this has been everyday for the last week! Coming in about changes or fixes!”

“Yeah! Today I literally saw him blow up his own Gauntlet with his quirk”

“So he’s doing this on purpose you think?” Sero asked

“Oh definitely” the two answered in unison

...

“Bakugou-kun...” you said, taking a wet cloth and whipping off the soot and showing him the now dirty cloth “that’s it, everything looked fine, just needed to be cleaned. Though, if you want I can add padding, I would not only help build up sweat but it shouldn’t leave marks on your arms now.”

Bakugou nodded “what ever, how longs that gonna take?”

“Just a few minutes, you can wait or I can deliver them to you”

He tched, sitting in the chair by your desk “I’ll just wait shitty woman” he said with a light blush

...

“PFFFTTT HE HAS IT SO BADDDDDD” Sero exclaimed

“POOR (Y/N)!” Mina laughed

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

DAY 21. BREAK-UP.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ words: about 800.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

On your way back home, you haven't said a word. You don't even know what to say. But as soon as you are in the intimacy of your place, you explode slamming shut the door. Javier knows he is fucked. Javier knows he has to give you some explanations, but it doesn't matter where he starts or if he makes up his words, he's well aware that he's going to compensate you somehow for hiding it from you. It's not about the pet-name, it's about the shamelessness of that woman, it's about who else has been in his —old— bed before you.

“Estate calmada y es—”.

(Keep calm and lis—).

“Disculpa, ¿qué fue lo que dijiste?”

(You said what?)

You watch him gulping as you cross your arms on your chest in a clear offensive position. And your boyfriend isn't sure if he's more scared of what you are thinking about him right now or if you are going to punch him at some point. The rage is consuming you while the seconds in silence continue passing away, raising your brow to urge him to start before you lose the little patience you have left.

“Son informantes”.

(They're informants).

“Ay, ya, Javier. No me cuentes historietas para no dormir”. You laugh inevitably with a sour and bitter tone in your voice.

(C'mon, Javier, don't try to lie to me).

“No son historietas”. He replies taking a step closer towards you. “Sí, me he acostado con esas mujeres. Pero eso fue hace mucho tiempo, antes de que te conocí”.

(I'm not lying. Yeah, I fucked all those women. But that happened a long time ago before I met you).

“¿Por qué te iba a creer ahora? ¿Por qué no me dijiste antes, ah? ¿Te has… estado riendo en mi cara todo este tiempo, llamándome igual que a esas putas? ¿Eso soy para ti? ¿Una puta recurrente?”

(Why would I believe you now? Why haven't you said anything before? Have you been… laughing at my face all this time, calling me like you used to call those bitches? That's what I am to you? A current whore?)

“¡Claro que no! ¿De qué carajo estás hablando? ¿Tú te estás oyendo? ¿De veras te estás oyendo?” Javier has lost his head too, yelling at you and not caring if you're about to cry or to jump over him to hit his face.

(Of course not! What the hell are you talking about? Are you hearing yourself? Are you really hearing what you're saying?)

“Lárgate. De. Mi. Casa. Javier”. You point out waving a hand to highlight every word.

(Get. Out. Of. My. House. Javier).

“Ey, no… Escucha, ¿de acuerdo? Escúchame y no digas algo de lo que te puedes arrepentir”.

(Hey, no… Listen, okay? Listen to me and don't say anything you can regret later).

“Tú me vas a oír a mí. Fuiste un perro y vas a ser un perro toda tu vida. Si hubieses… tenido un mínimo, un mínimo de decencia, la habrías puesto en su lugar. Le habrías dicho que ese mundo ya no era tu mundo. Le habrías dicho quién soy yo, en vez de dejarle la puerta abierta”.

(You are gonna hear me now. You were a hooker man and you will be all your life. If you have had… any decency, you would have put her in her place. You would have said that that world wasn't your world anymore. You would have told her who I am, but you left an open door to all of them).

“Eso no es justo, y lo sabes”.

(That isn't fair and you know it).

“Lárgate de mi casa”. You repeat opening the door and leaving him enough space, holding back your tears because you're not going to give him the pleasure of crying for him.

(Get outta my house).

Javier kisses and licks his lips a little noisily, his hands on his hips and his gaze away from you trying to make a decision. He knows you're not going to listen to him right now, nor even later, maybe tomorrow. But he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to feel like he's running away from the police after committing a felony.

“¡Largo!” You yell pointing at the outside of your flat with a hand.

(Get out!)

He nods his chin, rubbing his bottom lip with one of his thumbs before obeying you and leaving your house. When you hear the lift closing and he's away enough to listen to you, your cry breaks your own heart, resting your back against the door and sliding your anatomy down to the floor. You feel stupid and disgusted. All the things he has been telling you, they were all lies? Did he tell them too to those women? But, why you? Why have had him destroy you like that? What have you done wrong with him?

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[greyshadesofvoice]

CW MiMiC Mix

Why does everybody hate me? What am I Chris?

Guess they don't know about this ?

the beginning of my epic spit.

Start of my Cw bit.

Coming up with bars,

Detect clues like Mar's wit.

Ok I'll stop the sermon they hungry get to serving

aye,

May be poverty stricken, but my spirit rich.

I may not be a woman, but I'm a charmed one witch.

I may not be a Winchester ,but I'm a hunter bitch.

I'm saying I'm supernatural and I can flip it like a switch.

Cutting off my emotions when feeling too heavy.

turning like Stefan going ripper, hold that neck steady.

Draining every ounce of blood, are you dead already?

Dancing round in this red crimson is bloody merry.

Yeah,

Cry out for someone to save you, but Superman ain't around. It's a smallville.

He failed this city and its people as well.

Maybe call the Arrow. or that other hero.

Or maybe black lighting a canceled zero.

Stopped,

4 seasons short but I survived.

Runnin outta crisis, the fastest man alive.

That speed streak making girls weak.

in a flash running pass not even at my peak.

look into my eyes,

Compelling you to listen to me when I speak.

I'm an original with legacies. my lifes unique.

Over thousands of years old, a legend of tomorrow.

Traveled across the world in this time machine I borrowed.

Heck,

Read it in my vampire diary. check that Gossip Girl.

Tell all your Girlfriends down at Riverdale.

You'll catch me at Pop's been hanging there a lot.

Anyone that knows me knows that's the spot.

Woo,

when rhyming like this it's just practice not The Game.

Yet I'm killing these punch lines and references all the same.

Boom,

Make me the villain with my origin in gotham.

infamous for shooting Jim and Harvey dropped them.

Along with another 100 bodies ,I got them.

Stepping up to me will always give you the bloodiest outcome.

Yo,

I'm the alpha ,dom, but if you wanna be on top

That's supergirl.

Ride on top, then top me ,Jane ain't no virgin girl.

She loves giving brains. She's my-zombie.

She swallows it fast , changing her perso-nality.

Breaking necks brutality, killing causally, perpetrator of these fatalities. is the era of my Dynasty.

My Reign of destruction can't be compared.

My riches go beyond wealth and billionaires.

Still killing it in my suit and tie like Chuck Bass.

Only fresh and fit girls illuminate me, oh dat ass.

She's the top model, the kind you can't duplicate.

you shining the brightest baby, my star girl always up to the plate, up to Bat-woman.

You are a wonder woman , good thing I'm a player.

Can't settle on one girl in the world even Buffy the slayer.

Come here Sabrina let me work that magic on you.

Ditch that boy Harvey, your aunties here too.

Puting y'all to bed, make you the scream queens.

Girls let's make this a thing, a fucking routine.

Getting nothing but sex in this city.

Any girls are welcome as long as they're pretty.

Even when they are little liars.

just those lips are required.

Ha

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ PLEGARIAS ❜

Songfic with ‘Plegarias’ by Nicki Nicole.

English lyrics.

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Hey love!😻 You're Creeper request inspire me! So can u write something where Creeper & Reader breaks up when Creeper was transfered to Santo Padre. And when Santo Padre go to Stockton years later, Creeper discovers that even when they breaks up, Reader continue to help the club. And then, they go back together? Just fluff,fluff,fluff,love and again fluff 😍😍😍

BY ANON

Warnings: slight mention of depression, angst and fluff.

Word count: About 1.8k

Aurora says: thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford for her opinion and for helping me! ✨

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

Te encontré plasmado, culpable, deteriorado. Nunca tan amable.

Your eyes traveled from the leather kutte over the bed, to your boyfriend. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, with his head bowed forward and both hands intertwined on his nape. The patches that used to decorate it, now were cutted off, and the new ones were perfectly sewn. You knew exactly what that meant. He just shitted on six years of relationship. You were fourteen when you met him, skipping out of highschool because you were having a bad day and he just made it better, without knowing you. You didn't say anything when you noticed the suitcase behind him, raising his dark and reddened eyes towards you.

Llorando en las iglesias, rogándole a Dios que tenga paciencia, que no se olvide de vos.

He didn't ask you to come with him, because you had a life in Stockton. Your family, your friends, your work, your college. He knew pretty well that you would follow him to the end of times, but he couldn't ask you to fall into hell, just because of him. So Creeper left you there with a pain squeezing your heart that you keep feeling today.

¿Quién mató tu inocencia hoy? Dime dónde está el asesino del cuento.

The first months without knowing anything about him, all that you did was pray. Pray for him like you had never done before. Oscar wasn't allowed to tell you anything else more that he was alive, and that he was close to the Mexicali border. They knew you were suffering, but Creeper asked them to let you continue with your life. But how you could, if he was your life?

Yo voy buscando el final. La historia de hoy, yo te la cuento.

You had to deal with, what doctors called, ‘depression’. But the truth was that every time you closed your eyes, you used to find him smiling at you, telling you how much he loved you. You decided to not sleep, or avoid it as much time possible, so you used to spend the day in bed. Tired, sad, unhappy, feeling miserable.

Until you started to fight, when you understood that he wasn't coming back. You understood why he did what he did, that he just wanted the best for you. And have a life with a wannabe gangster, it wasn't. With Mayans in Stockton, Creeper only took care of simple business, but his new ‘job��� was high-level, dangerous and risky. He couldn't ask you to stay by his side. His love was stronger than drowning you into that shit.

Si voy, calor infernal. Desencuentro fatal. Que ya no te veo…

But you used to tell him: ‘I prefer to die for love, than to die for hate’.

You stopped dreaming with him, even if you kept your promise of praying every night for his soul. Praying to God to not forget him.

Si estás, empieza a gritar. Comienzo a pensar, que ya no te siento.

The pain was disappearing one bite at a time, until you decided to only keep the good things, the good memories of your history. Oscar began to see that you continued coming to the clubhouse, asking less for Creeper, but asking more for the crew. You practically grew up with them, and who was your first love wasn't going to take that away from you too. So the president let you help them with basic stuff; working at the parties, doing the groceries, cooking for them… They considered you like their mom, even if you were much younger than them. You were part of their family, another Mayan morr.

Ay, ay, me duele muy dentro del corazón.

But the pain that you thought you had conquered, was only hidden. And you know that by finding him with his brothers, drinking some beers in the front yard of your club. It's been five years since he left you and, even if you're a woman and not a child anymore, you understand that you are still in love with him, like eleven years ago when you met. Parking your car inside the garage, you step out from it in complete silence, with a box of Jose Cuervo between your arms. Oscar walks towards you, hoping that he has the chance to explain what's going on, but you just smile at him to let him know that everything is okay. You can deal with it.

“They will stay for a couple hours”. He said anyway.

“They're Mayans, I ge—”.

“You are too. Never forget it”.

Nodding in silence, you follow him into the inside, passing them away without saying a single word, until being greeted by your charter with hugs and kisses.

A Dios le rezo, y caigo en los tiempos. Ya no me importa perderme muy dentro.

“Hey, baby girl, Oscar is calling you to the table”.

Medina makes you frown confused. It's the first time in your life that you enter in that Templo while Mayans are reunited. Unless you're bringing them beers. Opening the glass door, you step in. Silence, just a bunch of dark eyes over you, walking with firm steps to the president of your charter. Moving the empty chair by his right side, he urges you to sit down. And you do, with your gaze fixed on his.

“You told me once that you would like to prospect”.

“I did”. You say, curling a leg against your chest, and placing your arm about it.

“In Santo Padre need a new prospect”.

Your orbs travel to the other president, Bishop Losa. Rey de los Mayas. By the look on his face, you know that they're hiding something from your charter, from Oscar. Twisting your neck, you try to figure it out, until he clears his throat because you're making him feel uncomfortable.

“Could you live without me?” Slowly, so slowly, you turn your face to El Oso.

“It's just eight hours away from here, chamaca”.

Te tengo en mi mente todo el tiempo. Todo el tiempo estallo por dentro.

“What are you doing?”

As soon as Stockton charter leaves the Templo, you don't care about the presence of your new family, but Creeper in front of you. He has changed. At least, his look. Wherever you try to find a blank space on his skin, there's another tattoo. Shaved head, black marks under his eyes. The ones that used to shine every day and now look dead.

“Maybe we sh—”. Bishop starts to say, getting up from his chair.

“Sit the fuck down, presidente”. No one is going to fuck with you. Not anymore. “The hell are you playing, Neron?”

“It wasn't our moment”.

Your eyelids widen, with both eyebrows raised up.

“Taking you with me five years ago, it would suppose you were dead today”.

“You didn't have to take me with you, but keep calling, keep texting. You are the one who is dead today”.

“I never stopped loving you”.

“Seriously, gu—”.

“Next time you interrupt us, Mayans gonna have a mute president”. Pointing at Bishop, you give Creeper back your attention. “You destroyed my life. You abandoned me without giving a shit. For what?”

“I paid you for your business here all these years. Your studies, your apartment. And I bought you your bike”.

“No. No, no, no. Mayans did. Oscar. Did”. You reply laughing with a bitter feeling stuck in your throat.

“I have called Oscar every day”.

Y mi corazón se encuentra fatal, que tú ya no me quieres. Esta mierda me va a matar. Que voy por el mundo vacía, pensando en sanar esta herida.

When the men leave the Templo, and Creeper sits in a chair closer to yours, you can't help but break into tears. All the pain that you were fighting against, now is back, seeing how one of his hands hold your right. Feel his touch again, with his fingers getting tangled with yours, is killing you. You can't even look at him. Your gaze is blurred, because of the tears piling up inside your eyes.

“Ain't gonna say that 'am sorry, cause that's bullshit. I just wanted to protect you, but I didn't know that I was pushing you to an emptiness, that was about to end up with your life”. He mutters, trying to keep a firm tone of voice, even if it breaks sometimes. “I tried to do the best for you, without knowing that the best for you is be by my side”.

“Wh—Why now?” You finally ask, licking your bottom lip, raising your head towards him.

“One month ago, in an Arizona run, I was about to die. I was… feeling how I was leaving this world, and I promised to God that if he gave me a second chance… I would come for you”.

Taking off his kutte, the half mexican lifts up his shirt. On his skin there are more tattoos than you can count, but even if you want to focus on the sewn bullet hole over his heart, your attention is on a phrase close to it. “I prefer to die for love, than die for hate”. Under it, your name and the day date you met.

“I have never stopped loving you, (Y/N)”.

Yo voy del infierno al Sol, que vuelvo por ti y sino no lo intento. Búscame, no digas adiós, que solo por ti a Dios le rezo.

His arms surround you, forcing you to sit on his lap as you used to spend the hours. Curling against his chest, Creeper holds you tightly, feeling that warm wrapping your body that begins to melt the cold ice that has your heart captive. Your cry gets loud, sinking your face under his chin. All this time you were hating him for abandoning you, he was just hiding in the shadows, watching over you. His scent floods your lungs, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself. Your fingers get tangled in his shirt, when his lips kiss your forehead so dearly that make disappear all the sadness that was oppressing your chest. He will always have that power in you, as you have in him.

“I love you”. He mutters, feeling how his breath becomes somewhat shaky about to cry too. “Please, come with me”.

Resting his cheek on your head, you cling to his arms, surrounding them with yours the stronger as you can. You don't want him to leave you again. Not a second time.

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