#tien was on leave and wanted to see her girlfriend

[adrienneleclerc]

Surprise

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Oscar surprises his girlfriend with a puppy after hearing some bad news

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: this is my first Oscar Piastri fanfic

Y/N moved to England from New York when she got accepted into Oxford. In one of her Oxford days, she met Oscar Piastri at a club in London, they have been dating ever since. Currently, Y/N has a paid internship with Stella McCartney but has weekends off to join Oscar if it’s close/reasonable. Y/N got home to their shared apartment and was putting her bag away when she got a phone call from her mom. She answered it.

“Hola mami, cómo estás?” Y/N asked. Hi mom, how are you

“No ando bien, princesa.” Her mom answered. I’m not doing well, princess

“Mami, que tienes, has estado llorando?” Y/N asked. What’s wrong, have you been crying?

“Ay mija, no sé cómo contarte pero Daisy murió.” Her mom said and Y/N covered her mouth to stop the sobs from coming out. She had tears on her eyes and she sat down on the couch. Oh honey, I don’t know how to tell you this but Daisy died

“No no no, no puede ser, les visité hace dos meses, Daisy estaba bien, estaba muy cariñosa conmigo, no puede estar muerta.” Y/N said. That can’t be, I visited you guys 2 months ago, Daisy was fine, she was very cuddly with me, she can’t be dead

“Lo siento, amor, pero Daisy ya estaba viejita, ha estado contigo desde que tenías 8 años.” Her mom said. I’m sorry, love, but sissy was old, she’s been with you since you were 8 years old

“Bueno, y cómo está papi?” Y/N asked. Alright then, how’s dad?

“Igual que yo. Luego te hablo, amor, me tengo que ir a dormir, bye.” Her mom said hanging up the phone and that’s when Y/N let herself sob into one of the couch pillows. She didn’t even noticed Oscar coming in. Just like me. I’ll talk to you soon, love, I have to go to sleep

“Hey, darling, I brought back your favorite takeout.” Oscar said leaving the bag of food on the kitchen counter but he noticed Y/N was crying. “Hey, feeling, what happened?” Oscar said sitting next to Y/N on the couch. Y/N picked her head up and wiped her years before looking at Oscar.

“My childhood dog died.” Y/N said, her voice raw from crying.

“Daisy? It was a yorkie, right?” Oscar asked, remembering visiting her parents during his winter break and the photos she has shown him.

“Yes, she was so cute, I loved her so much, she would follow me everywhere and she was the best part when I would visit my parents back home.” Y/N said, she started tearing up again so Oscar hugged her, rubbing her back

“Let it out, sweetheart, you’ll be okay, I know you will.” Oscar said.

The past few days, Y/N has been kind of out of it. Yes, she would go to work and do really well but it was like she was on autopilot. She would make food for her and Oscar, eat, then rot in bed until she had to do something. Oscar couldn’t stand seeing her like this, especially know he has a triple header, meaning he’ll be leaving her alone for 3 weeks.

“Darling, are you sure you can’t use your vacation days to come with me?” Oscar asked. “How about I pay for your tickets to come Saturday and Sunday?”

“Oscar, that’s too much money, I’ll probably only go to the Silverstone track since it’s easier.” Y/N said. “I’ll be fine, I promise”

“I want you, no, I NEED you to call me everyday, before you go to work, when you come home, before you go to sleep, and any time in between.” Oscar said.

“You’re insane, but I love you so much, tiburóncin.” Y/N said, kissing him.

“I love you too.” Oscar said, kissing her back

Oscar was on the plane with Lando and he knew something was wrong.

“What happened, mate?” Lando asked

“Nothing, just Y/N.” Oscar answered

“Ah, trouble in paradise?” Lando asked

“No, her dog died.” Oscar said

“Aw, poor Y/N. Wait, you had a dog this whole time and I never saw it?” Lando asked

“No, you muppet, her childhood dog died.” Oscar said.

“Oh…so how’s Y/N taking it?” Lando asked

“Not well. She just works, eats, and sleeps, as soon as she comes home from work, she makes food and goes lay down, she doesn’t eat until later. I’m worried about her.” Oscar said.

“But it’s only been a few days, I’m sure she’ll get better.” Lando said.

“What if I got her another dog?” Oscar asked

“Aw, you’re such a romantic, Osc.” Lando teased.

“Shut up.” Oscar said.

“Well do you know what kind of dog she likes?” Lando asked

“Well Daisy was a yorkie, I know she likes them, but there’s another breed of dog she likes. What breed is Lady from Lady and the Tramp?” Oscar asked.

“It’s a cavalier King Charles spaniel.” Lando answered and Oscar stared at him. “What? I know my dog breeds.”

“I’ll start looking for places when we land.” Oscar said.

While they were in Spain, Oscar was calling pet stores and breeders he found online from Spain, Austria, and England but there was no luck.

“You found your girlfriend’s dream dog yet?” Lando asked, unpacking his luggage.

“No, all the stores I found online don’t have that breed of dog, they don’t even have yorkies, aren’t they supposed to be a popular breed?” Oscar asked

“Exactly, it’s a popular breed, they get bought quickly.” Lando said.

“Ugh, it’s no use, and no one I know has spaniel puppies.” Oscar said, sighing. Suddenly he remembered his neighbor mentioning something about her dog giving birth so he called her.

“Hello, Areida, how is your dog?” Oscar asked.

“Hey Oscar, Polly is fine, I’m just having trouble rehoming her puppies.” Areida said.

“I was actually wondering if I could have one, they’re the King Charles dog, right?” Oscar asked.

“Yes, they are, and I would gladly, give you one, come over when you’re back in Woking so you could pick out a dog.” Areida said

“Thank you so much!”

“No problem.” Areida hung up and Oscar was smiling.

“Im guessing you have a puppy.” Lando said.

“I have a puppy!” Oscar says with his hands in the air in celebration.

During the triple header, Oscar has been researching about the dog breed and how to socialize puppies since he has never had a pet of his own. He has also been talking to Areida the puppies, how far along are they, if there was a Ruby colored one, the works. Now it was time for the silverstone Grand Prix, despite it being an hour and a half away from their apartment in Woking, Y/N managed to drive all the way there to support her boyfriend. Of course, the distance was nothing for the American girl. So Y/N attended FP3, qualifying, and of course the Grand Prix, after the race, Y/N drove Oscar back home with her. Well, Oscar drove, it was a rule that she’ll always be passenger princess as long as he’s around.

“How’re you holding up, darling?” Oscar asked

“I feel better, I talked to my mom, she’s doing alright, same with my dad, my brother is better too.” Y/N responded.

“That’s good, have you been getting some sun?” Oscar asked.

“Tiburóncin, it’s England,.” Y/N answered and Oscar laughed “but yes, I’ve been going outside.”

The car ride was full of conversation but Y/N slept the last half hour of the car ride. They entered the apartment and had a lovely dinner together. The next day is where Oscar’s plan begins now that Y/N was at work. He called Areida during his workout to see when it’s a good time to pick up the puppy and she said that 12 should be good. After his workout, he showered, and as soon as it hit 12, he knocked on Areida’s door.

“Oscar, who knew you were so punctual. Come in, the puppies are in the living room.” Areida said. Oscar walked into the apartment and spotted the doggy gate caging 5 little cavalier King Charles spaniel puppies. Oscar cooed at the sight of them

They are adorable, I don’t know how you’re having trouble rehoming them.” Oscar said, he spotted the Ruby colored puppy, she looked so small. “Is that’s the youngest one?”

“Yeah, she’s the runt. And I’m picky with the selection process, okay? I’m not giving these puppies away to parents who want them as gifts for their children, a lot of dogs end up in shelters that way.” Areida said.

“That’s true. Can i pick her up?” Oscar asked.

“If she’s the one you’re taking, yes.” Areida said. Oscar carefully picked up the Ruby runt, stroking her fur and she leaned into his touch.

“Hello, Lady, You’re a surprise for my girlfriend.” Oscar said.

“Do you have everything you need?” Areida asked.

“I looked up a lot about this breed, I ordered all the stuff, I’m just going to pick it up.” Oscar said.

“Alright, i trust you.” Areida said.

“Do I pay you?” Oscar asked.

“I believe two months rent is fair considering your job.” Areida said. Oscar playfully rolled his eyes.

“Consider your rent paid.” Oscar said. He left Areida’s apartment to go to his car down in the garage.

He had Lady in his lap the entire drive, took about 15 minutes to go to the pet store and pick up everything, he set up her dog bed in the passenger seat so she can ride comfortably, he has her collar that he had made to be an exact replica like the collar in the movie, starter chew toys (like on of each kind to see what toys Lady likes), pee pads, leash and harness, and of course her food and water bowl and actual food. He made it to the apartment and set up everything. Since Lady is not vaccinated, she’s on the couch while Oscar vacuums and mops the floor. When he’s done, he sets Lady on the floor along with the lee pads so she can get acclimated with her new environment. Lady is smelling everything, wagging her tail, she looks very happy. She stopped to play with one of her toys. But he noticed Lady’s tail wagging even more and that’s when he heard the keys, Y/N is coming. The door opened and the first thing Y/N sees is a little fluffy thing walking up to her. Y/N coos and starts petting her.

“Oh hello, pero que cosa tan linda, are we pet sitting for Areida?” Y/N asked.

“No, actually, this is Lady, your new puppy.” Oscar said. Y/N stood up and hugged Oscar.

“I can’t believe it, she’s so cute, why did you get her?” Y/N asked.

“Well i couldn’t stand seeing my girl so upset and I remembered that you told me you always wanted a dog like Lady and now you have your very own Lady.” Oscar said, picking Lady up to make a point.

“You are the best boyfriend ever, I love you.” Y/N said, kissing him. “Aw, you’re going to be more spoiled than a Beverly Hills Chihuahua, let me tell you.” Y/N said, petting Lady and letting her lick her fingers. “How old is she?”

“About 9 weeks. We still have to get her vaccinated so for the mean time, we gotta carry her outside.” Oscar said,

“That’s fine by me, that way she’ll get used to everything.” Y/N said and Oscar out Laday down. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Oscar said, kissing her.

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oscarpiastri welcome the newest member of our little family, Lady.

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yourusername she’s absolutely adorable! I love her so much, thank you, tiburóncin 😘

charlesleclerc if you lived in Monaco, we could have play dates

landonorris just like the movie

logansargeant so cute! I gotta meet her, man

user37 sorry, Leo Leclerc, but Lady Piastri has stolen my heart 😍😍

The End

Hope y’all liked it! Now that I have published a Lando Norris fanfic, a Logan Sargeant fic, and now an Oscar Piastri fic, do y’all like them enough for me to write more?

[pinkyqil]

Hello can I request a hc of mischievous r and mapi and how they drive each other mad with poor ingrid often caught in the crossfire... Thank you for your fic

Mischievous reader x mapi x Ingrid

MASTERLIST

A/n: You definitely can but instead of headcannos here's a mini blurb cause your request gave me and idea for this I'll definitely do individual hcs for this request hops you enjoyed fic update should come on Monday

Ingrid was often found between you and mapi's problems. when most of the times she wants peace and doesn't even wants to be dragged in your crossfire with mapi every now and then but if she didn't they wouldn't be peace at home and today was one of those day where there's no peace.

"Ingrid mapi just ate my chocolate and won't give me money to buy a new one". You yelled out.

"¿Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito?". She said.

"I didn't drink your nasty coffee león".you told her knowing damm well saying her last name would get on her nerves real bad.

"tu cosita a quien le llamas león".She said

"Isn't léon your name or you've went ahead and changed it to engen".You told her making a remarks that you know has definitely been on her mind.

"Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva". She told you as she pounced herself on you taking you down from your spot beside Ingrid.

"Ingrid help me from your crazy girlfriend". You screamed out lound.

"loco eres el loco, ladrón de café". She said

"For the last time I didn't drink your coffee".you spat at her as you flipped her over giving you the opportunity to give mapi a few hits before you both started dragging each other on the floor like mad dogs.

Ingrid could only be flabbergasted on the water you both were acting concerning it wasn't her first time wachting you both act out.

"Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía?". She yelled

"I always have energy your just mad that I'm young and pure". You said

"tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora". She said as beging to laugh in your face.

"I'm going to kill you".you yelled back at her as you both counting to kick and grab each other.

It took Ingrid a whole hour to have you both sperated and calm.

"Okay both of you clearly need to cool off". She said trying to catch her breath as she continued to speak. "Firstly mapi i drank your coffee not chiqi and tomorrow I'll buy you both your chocolate and coffee so no more fighting in the house especially around bagheera. She said scolding you both.

"Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo". Mapi told her girlfriend

"No way but if it was me who drank it you would have tried cutting off my head playing favoritism again". You said turning your back around mapi getting ready to leave there apartment.

"where are you going chiqi I thought you were staying the night and I still have to clean your wound. Ingrid called out

"Well since I'm not welcomed here I decided to go home and I can clean my wounds by myself". You told her before starting your water works.

"No baby your always welcomed to stay and mapi can sleep on the couch and we'll have the bed to ourselves okay". She told you

"If you say so then I'm staying".you told her

"¿Qué hice?".Mapi asked

"María don't start you upset chiqi enough today. Ingrid told her. You find yourself in Ingrid warm embrace as your turned to mapi making funny faces at her.

Translation :

Por qué debería comprarte uno nuevo cuando bebiste el último trago de mi café favorito - Why should I buy you a new one when you drank the last drink of my favorite coffee?

tu cosita a quien le llamas león - you little thing who are you calling león

Entonces estás actuando como una boca inteligente ahora, eh, veamos si te gusta si tienes la boca tapada con cinta adhesiva - So you're acting like a smart mouth now, huh, let's see how you like it if your mouth is taped shut

loco eres el loco, ladrón de café - crazy you are the crazy one, coffee thief

Definitivamente lo bebiste, ¿de qué otra manera tendrías tanta energía? - You definitely drank it, how else would you have so much energy?

tu pura Chiquita no me hagas llorar ahora - You pure? Chiquita, don't make me cry now."

Si fuiste tú quien bebió el último trago de café, entonces está bien, puedo conseguirnos un paquete nuevo - If it was you who drank the last drink of coffee, then it's okay, I can get us a new packet

Qué hice - what did I do

[pablitogavii]

Boundaries

After seeing what happened to Pedri during his latest interview, I came up with a similar idea for Gavi :)

Pablo was doing an interview today with Residency and he was very happy he will get to engage more with his fans and answer some of their questions.

Everyone knows Pablo isn't much of a talker and doesn't like the publicity he quickly gained but this was a way for him to give back to his supporters.

"Welcome Gavi! one of the guys said and he shook his hand smiling and saying he was happy to participate.

"This is Avaline, she will interview you first" he showed to the girl who was smirking at Pablo before giving him a playful wink which already made him more uncomfortable than before.

Pablo was in an official relationship and everyone knew about it. After a few months, you guys decided to become official in order to avoid any gossip and guesses from all over the internet even though keep most of your relationship private.

"Um..o.okay" he said sitting down and the girl immediately moved closer saying they will share one microphone. He knew that you trusted him but he didn't want you to have to watch numerous videos of him sharing a microphone with this girl who was clearly flirting all along.

"Hay otro micrófono?" Pablo asked the guy who smiled quickly catching on and giving him his while girl just clenched her jaw. She wasn't giving up still always trying to touch Pablo while he was answering her questions.

"I think I and all the girls out there wanna know what's your type?" she smirked and Pablo heard the translation to her question playing with his shirt because he was very uncomfortable.

"Bueno. Creo que todos lo saben ahora que han visto a mi novia. Ella tiene un hermoso cabello castaño largo, ojos oscuros y la sonrisa más hermosa." [Well. I think everyone knows that now that they've seen my girlfriend. She has beuitful long brown hair, dark eyes and the most beuitful smile.] Pablo said using this as an opportunity to clearly show the girl he was taken and not interested in her.

"Yes but I'm sure there are other girls you find attractive also?" she said and now Pablo was really nervous shaking his head trying to change the topic but she just wouldn't let him.

"No. Yo... um, no miro a nadie más." [No. I don't look at anyone else] Pablo answered and the girl joked saying that he was just too shy to admit it on camera. She was really making him look bad and he was looking to the side thinking of the way to end this interview politely.

"Puedo tomar un descanso, por favor?" [Can I have a break please?] he looked at the guy not even looking to see what girl had to say about it. When the man nodded, Pablo quickly grabbed his phone and left outside. He called Pedri.

"Oi hermano? Cuando hiciste tu entrevista con Residency, ¿había una chica que te entrevistó?" [When you did your interview with Residency, was there a girl who interviewed you?] Pablo asked

"Si, tío. Y ella me pasó su número después." [Yes, man. And she slipped me her number afterwards.] Pedri said and before Pablo could respond he heard her annoying voice calling for him.

"Pablito! You know I really like shy guys.." she reached to touch my collar but I pulled away quickly shaking my head in disbelief that she would invade my space like that. This was defiantly crossing the boundaries.

"Don't call me that and stop making me uncomfortable. I am a taken man and I really need you to back off!" Pablo said surprised himself how direct he was but he needed to make things clear.

"Oh come on! I know footballers love to have some on the side..I won't tell if you don't??" she was still trying to get closer until Pablo rolled his eyes walking past her shocked face to the menager.

"Vine por mis fans, pero esto es muy poco profesional." [I came because of my fans but this is very unprofessional.] Pablo was mad now and the menager apologized saying the gurl will leave immediately and he will finish his interview with him instead.

After the said interview, Pablo came home and told you the whole story. You were cuddling on the couch listening to his story while munching on some fruits.

"And you really told her not to call you that??" you said with a big smile looking up at him really wishing you could see her face.

"Mhm..only mi amor can call me that" he said kissing your forehead lovingly and you smiled nodding your head.

"You're too sweet Pablito" you said and then he kissed your lips. Just when you were about to forget all about that topic did you get a notification that someone commented on your old photo.

"What did you say her name was Pablito?" you ask seeing the mean comment she left on your picture on Instagram. When Pablo saw that he wanted to immediately react but you asked him to just let it go.

"Let's not give her what she wants amor.." you say taking his phone from his hands as he sighs feeling awful that this was happening to you because of him.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

date night outfit💕 tagged: pablogavi

comments:

pablogavi: perfectaa 😍

y.n.bebe: te amo muchisimoo❤️

aurorapaezg: wow hermanita! 😍😍

y.n.bebe: I have the best stylist 😘

pablopaezgfanclub: she's so gorgeous!!

y/npablofans: best couple!!

fcbarcelonawags: most gorgeous of the wags!!

mikkykiemeney: princesa 💛

y.n.bebe: te amo!!

avalineee: hiding her face cause she's ugly lmaoo! everybody knows pablo with her only bc he feels bad like he can do so much better!! check out my page besties ;))

pablogavifanss: attention seeker!!

gavirafamfans: this girl literally harassed pablo during an interview!

gavigavipablo: y/n is gorgeous!!

pablopaezgaviraa: and by better you think you!? pls pablo doesn't like all plastic girls with no charm! his girl is an angel and we all love her!!❤️

Even though Pablo promised you not to reply anything and give the girl any attention, he still posted the story that same night because he couldn't sleep without defending you 😊

pablogavi sotries

For those who don't know, this is my PERFECT girlfriend! 😍

SO many people reposted his story tagging the girl who hated you with quirky comments. It was a clear message since Pablo never writes anything in English. He wanted her to understand every word!

pablitoofans: @avalineee oh no he don't want you HAHAHA

y/npabloship: him defending his girl!! YES pablo!!

gavirafanclub: @avalineee beng mean to this angel is unacceptable but pablo is there to protect her always ❤️❤️❤️

The next morning, when he went to training he was happy that people were writing you love because that's all you deserve.

[davidlikesguys02]

Your Sisters Boyfriend

Word count: 1,558

M/n: male name

E/c: eye color

Warnings: cheating Nate Jacobs, you make out with Nate, you and Maddy are siblings, there is some parts in Spanish. What do you think is going to happen next? Leave your answers in the comments. Pt 2 anyone?

Pt 2

GIF not mine

You're in your bed listening to some music when Maddy walks in, you take out one of your headphones “get changed we’re going out tonight?” “Where are we going?” “To McKay’s party” “ugh” “common please” “fine” “BB and kat are going to come over to pick us up” “actually I’m walking” “Are you sure” “yea, I’ll just meet you there” “alright”

You get up and Maddy walks out of your room, you begin to change. You grab a pink shirt and a pair of blue jeans and put them on, you grab your pair of white and black converse. You walk over to your closet and open a small little box, you grab a small cherry necklace.

“M/n are you sure you don’t want a ride to the party?” “No I’m good I’ll just meet you there” “okay” she closes the door behind her and you can hear as she walks down the stairs. After a few minutes you are finally ready and walk out of your room “tienes cuidado mijo” “ok” you walk towards her and give her a hug

You open the front door and walk out, you begin to walk down the sidewalk when you hear a car honk at you, you watch as a white truck pulls up next to you “hey M/n” you turn to look at Nate “hey? Is Maddy with you?” “No, I'm going to meet her at McKay’s party, want a ride?” You smile at him “sure” you open the door to his truck and get in. You put your seatbelt on and watch as the two of you begin to drive past some houses, you can hear the low music playing from the radio.

“Want a beer?” “No I’m good” “alright” the drive to McKay’s party is silent until you come to a red light “so are you single M/n?” You turn to look at him “yea” “how come you don’t have a girlfriend?” “Maybe cause I’m into guys and not girls” “oh cool” after that it’s silent for the rest of the drive.

After a few minutes you can hear the loud music blasting as you guys turn a corner, the car comes to a stop “thanks, see you inside” “alright M/n” you open the door and walk out of his car. You watch as he drives off looking for somewhere to park, you walk towards the entrance of the house and walk in.

You see Maddy in the distance and walk towards her “M/n!” She pulls you into a hug “you made it, I was getting worried” “wouldn’t miss it, what time are we going home?” “I don’t know” you watch as Nate walks in and towards you and Maddy. “Nate” Maddy wraps her arms around Nate’s neck and pulls him into a kiss. You walk away as the two of them begin to make out, you walk towards the kitchen where you see some shots lined up.

You grab one and feel as the warm liquid travels down your throat, you put the shot glass down and take another. “You should slow down” you turn to your side and see a handsome guy “im josh” “M/n” the two of you shake hands “wanna dance?” “Sure” you grab his hand and walk towards the living room.

You feel as he grabs your hips and the two of you begin to dance, you throw your hand around his neck and pull him closer. You look into his blue eyes and he looks into your e/c eyes, you lean in and kiss him. You feel as he pulls you closer not wanting to let you go, after a few minutes you pull away from the kiss and behind him from a corner of the room you can see Nate looking at you.

“I’ll be right back” “alright” you walk away from him and begin to look for the restroom, you open a random door and are relieved to have found the restroom. You walk in and do your business, once you're done you walk over to the sink and wash your hands. You dry your hands on your jeans and open the restroom door coming face to face with Nate.

“Excuse me” you try to walk past him but he grabs your arm “wait M/n” he walks into the restroom with you and locks the door behind him. You watch as he walks around you and you lay your back on the door “what do you want Nate?” He turns to look at you “I don’t know M/n” he walks closer towards you.

He comes up to you faces just inches apart “what about you what do you want M/n?” you look at his lips and then into his hazel eyes “maybe we want the same thing M/n” “I doubt it” you watch as he leans in closer “are you sure” you feel as he grabs one of your legs and throws it over his.

You finally give in and close the small gap between you, both of you moan into each other's mouths. You trail your hand through his hair, he pulls apart from the kiss and begins to suck on your neck making you moan “nate mmMm” all of the sudden you hear a knock “M/n are you okay?” Nate pulls away from your neck.

You look at Nate “yea I’m alright Josh” “are you sure?” “Yea…I’ll be out in a minute” “alright I’ll be waiting right here” you and nate begin to panic “you’re going to have to hide Nate and walk out when I leave” “wait..give me your phone” you pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him.

You watch as he begins to dial his number, he looks back at you and leans in for one final kiss. You pull him closer and feel as he holds your hips tightly, you finally pull away from the kiss “I have to go Nate” “can I see you again later tonight?” You smile “sure, I’ll text you when I get home” you give him one final peck on the lips and watch as he gets into the bathtub and closes the curtain behind him.

You finally look at yourself in the mirror and fix your messy hair “you look fine” you look at Nate through the mirror and smile. You go to open the door and see Josh standing outside “hey, I think I’m going to head home” “want me to drive you?” “Yea I would really appreciate that, let me find my sister” “alright”

You walk out of the restroom and close the door behind you, you begin to look for Maddy and see her dancing with her friends “Maddy” “M/n” “I’m going to head home I’m not feeling good” “oh ok, do you want me to come with you?” “No, it’s fine I have a friend taking me home” “ohhh who is this mysterious man?” “He’s just a friend”

“Have you seen Nate?” “No, I haven’t. I’ll text you when I’m home” “alright be careful” you walk towards Josh and see Rue staring at you, you smile and wave at her. She just nods her head acknowledging you “I’m ready” “alright let’s go” the two of you walk outside and begin to walk towards Josh’s car.

He holds the door open for you “thanks” you take a seat and put your seatbelt on. You watch as he walks around the car and gets in, “alright, which way are we going?” “Just turn to your left and drive three blocks straight” “alright” you begin to feel the car move and you look out the window.

You bring your fingers up to your lips and smile “M/n?” “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “I said if you wanted to go out some time?” “Ummm I’m not sure” “it’s alright if you don’t want to” the car finally comes to a stop and you realize that you’re home “do you want my number?” “Yea” he hands you his phone and you dial your phone number.

“Thanks for the ride Josh” “anytime” you walk out of his car and watch as he drives away. You pull out your keys and unlock the door, you walk inside and lightly close the door making sure not to make any noise. You walk upstairs towards your room and begin to change into some comfortable clothes.

You lay in your bed and pull out your phone and text Maddy that you’re home, you also text Nate and wait a few minutes before he text you back *alright be there in 25 minutes* *alright* you wait a few minutes before Maddy slowly opens the door to your room “I’m home” “hey, did you have fun?” “Yea, what about you?” “Yes” “that's good I’m heading to bed” “alright”

You watch as she walks out of your room and towards hers, you feel your phone vibrate *im around the corner* *alright* you slip on your shoes and your grab keys. You quietly walk out of your room and down the stairs, you slowly open the front door and close it behind you.

You walk for a few minutes and finally turn the corner and see Nate’s familiar white truck, he rolls the window down “hey” “hey”

[gadriezmannsgirl]

De Jong's Sister -Pedri González

This was a bit shitty

Summary: You're the younger sister of Frenkie De Jong and you're also Pedri González girlfriend... But, is your brother used to the PDA with your boyfriend?

Being Frenkie De Jong's sister has always been your favorite thing because one, he's the best brother ever; two, he loves and takes care of you like no one else and three; thanks to him you met your lover, Pedro González López mostly known as Pedri.

Frenkie had known Pedri for a long while and he knew he was a good guy and with a good heart so when Frenkie learned you started dating his friend and teammate, he was happy for both of you.

Of course, he was your older brother, there was a long and serious chat by his part to Pedri, explaining deeply that Frenkie didn't cared if he was his teammate, friend or anything. If Pedri dared to break your heart, he will pay it.

Frenkie stated he could step on his ankle while training and make it seem like it was an accident or kicking him in the face with the concept of trying to grab the ball. You thought it was unnecessary but Pedri acceded to it and stating a simple "I'll take it" You rolled your eyes at their dramatic antics but loved them either way.

Still, after three years and half of relationship, Frenkie wasn't a big fan of you touching and kissing Pedri that much while being in his presence.

Like for example, last week you were at a gathering at Lewandowski's all of you eating, having a good time in general and enjoying the two free days Xavi gave them. Pedri's arm was around your waist and you leaned into his side lightly, he was laughing at something Eric García had said as you smiled seeing him.

You couldn't help yourself but kiss his neck causing him drift his attention briefly to you

"Everything good, bonita?" You nod smiling causing him to smile back and lean lightly to kiss your lips softly and for brief seconds

"Stop eating his face" Frenkie said in Dutch as you looked at him raising one of your eyebrows

"It was just a simple kiss"

"You were sucking each others faces off"

"Fuck off!" He laughed

"Leave her be, Frenkie" Mikky, Frenkie's girlfriend said as you stuck your tongue out a bit, taking the piss of him.

"Yeah, I don't say a thing when you're sucking Mikky's face off"

"Shut up" It was your turn to laugh now. After a while got a bit better still he let his disgust known

"Congratulations!" You smiled watching both of your boys come in, into the tunel and up to their dressing room.

You hugged Frenkie first, happy for his comeback and then you went to your boyfriend throwing yourself at him, also glad for his comeback even though he wasn't in the XI starting, you were happy to have him in the second half.

You kissed his lips softly and pressed yourself against his sweaty body, happiness coming out of you

"Ok, ok. I think that's enough"

"Venga, hermano" Pedri said letting you down of the floor softly a bit annoyed to the fact, your brother didn't allowed him to touch you that much in his presence

"She's my baby sister!" Frenkie defended "Limited touching"

"C'mon, Kie; I not a little girl anymore"

"Still not used to see you as someone's girlfriend, Y/N/N"

"Well, start to because I'm not breaking up with Pedri anytime soon, he's it for me and for the longest run" With that you let both boys to get inside their dressing room

"Did I fucked it up?" Frenkie asked Pedri

"She wants you to be happy for her"

"I am, for both of you" Frenkie declared "It is weird for me to see her being all lovely and mostly with someone who is my friend and teammate"

"You know I will not hurt her"

"I know" Frenkie said "She's just my baby sister, I guess I still see her as my baby who always came crying up to me when Youri did something to her" Frenkie laughs "I'm sorry, I'll behave" Pedri nodded

"No soy yo a quien le tienes que decir eso, hermano" (It's not me the one you gotta say that, hermano) Pedri said softly as Frenkie sighed nodding

After that little encounter, you didn't spent too much time with Frenkie and Pedri together and if you did, you avoided touching Pedri, only holding his hand and going as far as kiss his cheek but after that nothing more.

Frenkie felt a bit guilty seeing you retract yourself to show love to your lover, you had told Pedri that when he was around you were gonna put a line to your PDA, he wasn't happy but he accepted, and that's why when they won LaLiga, Frenkie came up to you.

You hugged your brother tightly, kissing his cheeks and repeating a congratulations to him

"Thank you, sis" You smiled at him and soon your eyes travelled to your boyfriend who was hugging his family too "Go and kiss him. Kiss him like you want to" Frenkie encouraged you as you looked at him

"Thought you didn't-"

"You are on the long run with this guy" He said softly "I gotta deal with it. You are happy with him and both of you love each other too much. I know you like showing affection and he does the same. You're not a little girl anymore" Frenkie smiled pushing you into the González's direction "Anda" You smiled and ran towards your boyfriend.

You crashed into his sweaty back as he stumbled forward a bit

"Wow!" He said turning around "Bonita, what's up?" You leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"Congratulations, mi amor"

"Bonita, Frenkie-"

"He's fine with it! I love you so much and I'm so proud of you, congratulations on your first LaLiga, lindo" Pedri smiled picking you up and turning you around

"Thanks, Bonita" He whispered kissing you once more.

This time the one who pulled you both apart was Fer who jokingly claimed his brother back but when you connected your gaze with your brother's.

He was looking at you with a smile on and them gave you a thumbs up. Yes, you loved being Frenkie De Jong's sister and Pedri's girlfriend.

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[ghostlyloversworld]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✒- 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 ' 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚> 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼/𝙣↪️ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜- 𝙀𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙁𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙙𝙖!

7:30, ha sonado la alarma Yo con ganas de estar en la cama Pero no se puede Llevo a los niño' a las nueve El mismo café, la misma cocina Lo mismo de siempre, la misma rutina Otro día de mierda Otro día en la oficina.

(7:30 the alarm has sounded I want to be in the bed but you can't I take the kids at 9 the same coffee, the same kitchen the same always, the same routine another shitty day, another day at the office)

She sighs as she was ready to give up she had asked Annabeth for help but she had let her down gently by saying ' Sorry.. I promised Mr d I'd help him today'. So she asked Grover and he had told her ' Sorry.. I told Juniper I would hang out with her today.. I haven't been able to hang out with my girlfriend since I was trying to find Pan to prove I was right..'

She drags her feet she stopped to ask Percy " hey can you help me.. Uh build um.. A Lego flower set?... " Percy who was helping a little kid practice with a sword " oh! Hi!.. Um.. After I'm done helping this kid " he smiles sheepish. Which would take up to hours before he finished she sighs and nodded "alright "

She kept walking looking down. It was like no one had time to do something so small with her. Until she heard behind her " what's got you so down? " she turned around to be face to face with the boy who's barely there at camp who people know him as the loner boy with only a few friends she sighs " it's nothing " he rolls his eyes " It's Something if it's bothering you that bad" Nico shoved his hands into his pockets

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta El muy hijo de puta, yeah.

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well, I arrive walking and he Mercedes Benz, he has me. As a recruit, The son of a bitch, yeah)

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving the neighborhood, you have to be a millionaire, expensive tastes, mentality, you only need the salary)

Nico grabbed the little clear shell like Lego snapping it on the other Lego he was careful as he does so ".. " a for minutes go by ".. So uh.. How is.. Yours and uh.. What's his name?.. " "who? " she asked

" the boy who.. Controls water.. Uh.. The son of p-" " Percy? " she cuts Nico off and he nodded causing his Raven hair covers his eyes " yes "

"Ohh.. We aren't dating" she laughs Nico looks shocked at this news " oh?.. But every Aphrodite kid thinks you two are perfect for each other "

She snorted " a boy who controls water and a girl who can manipulate and create flowers " she laughs ".. I don't see it to be honest" Nico said She shrugged " eh I don't either "

Se acumulan las facturas, ser pobre es una basura Mamá siempre me decía que estudiar todo asegura Estudié y nada pasó, maldita vida tan dura Trabajo más que un cabrón, pero follo menos que un cura Qué ironía, qué locura, esto sí, es una tortura Te matas de sol a sol y no tienes ni una escritura Dicen por ahí que no hay mal que más de cien años dura Pero ahí sigue mi ex-suegro que no pisa sepultura.

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta)

( Bills accumulate being poor is rubbish mom always told me that studying everything ensures I studied and nothing happened damm hard life, I work harder than a bastard but I fuck less than a priest, how ironic, how crazy this is torture you kill yourself from dawn to dusk and no you don't even have a writing they say there is no evil that last more than a hundred years but my ex-father-in-law is still there that does not step on a grave)

She sighs after two hours they finally finished the cute Lego flowers sat on the coffee table in the cabin her hands hurting so is his " this is worth the pain " she said with a stupid grin being held proudly on her face making the Raven hair boy laugh his first actual laugh

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta).

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't it pay me well, I arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz he has me as a recruit (he has me as a recruit ) the very son of a bitch (the very son of a bitch) )

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving neighborhood, you have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, mentality you only need the salary)

She held her hand up for a high five and he laughs before giving her a week high five " you could do better then that " she teased he rolls his eyes and gave her another high five this time a little more stronger she grins " yeah "

Tienes un jefe de mierda que no te paga bien Tú llegas caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Te tiene de recluta el muy hijo de p- 'Toy soñando con irme del barrio Tengo todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario Lili Melgar Para ti esta canción, que no te pagaron la indemnización Otro pedo, como siempre, a la ve-

( you have a shitty boss who doesn't pay you well, you arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz, he has me as a recruit the very son of a p-)

As they laugh the door to the Demeter's cabin open and Percy looks at the two " oh??. " he ran his hand through his Raven hair that was wet both Nico and her look at each other before laughing she asked Percy " did you fall into the pond or something " he grins " no.. I slipped and fall in the water " they all laugh together

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario.

( toy dreaming of leaving neighborhood, I have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, Mentality I only need the salary)

[barcalover86]

A fic about Pedri who’s girlfriend works in corporate finance and has insecurities about herself when she hears from one of his exes about his playboy lifestyle before he met her

Pedri One Shot

Insecure- P.G. x Reader

Hola a todos, so happy for my first request!❤️ Hope you like it!!

Be free to send me requests, I will answer you all!!!

I've been with Pedri for 7 months. He is my first boyfriend. I trust him more than anyone, I gave myself to him. Since the beginning, I knew that he had a few relationships, but he always says that I am his first love.

I am no one special, just a 20 year old girl who works as a corporate finance. I've been doing this job for some time, my family not being as rich as they would like to. All the time, I tried to help them with some money, and now me dating pedri helped their situation a lot.

People know about our relationship, but they don't see as often together. We try to be as private as possible so that we can enjoy each other truly.

We have pretty busy schedules and only see each other after 7 p.m. (19:00). I work a lot and enjoy what I do, but being so far away from my boyfriend isn't the best thing.

When we see each other at home, he is really tired and wants to sleep. We started to talk so little, only hellos and how was your day, and that's all. I try not to let these bad feelings affect me, but every day, it's starting to be harder and harder.

I miss my boyfriend a lot, but try to understand him. After all, he is a famous football player for Barcelona. Not everyone can achieve that.

This morning, I woke up early having a bad feeling about this day. Pedri has training at 12 p.m. today (12:00), so at this hour, he is still sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand being around my waist. I smile at his beautiful face, kissing slowly his forehead.

I am so in love with him and can't believe how lucky I got having a boyfriend like him.

I get out of bed and get ready to leave for work. After I ate some eggs, I went once again to kiss Pedri's face, who was still sleeping, probably dreaming.

When I arrived at the building, I said hello to everyone I knew and went to my office. I had a lot to do today, so I didn't even realise that it was already time for lunch break. Pedri must be training now, so I hope everything goes alright for him. I decided to go to one supermarket that was near me to get some food for me to eat and a drink. When I left the building, I heard someone pronouncing my boyfriend's name. I look around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, the prettiest one, in my opinion.

"No se, chica. Cómo pudo dejarme por... ella!? Has visto cómo se ve? No puedo decir lo que le gusta de ella." (I don't know, girl. How could he leave me for her? Can't tell what she likes about her.) you heard her saying.

You start to feel really, really bad about herself.

"No te preocupes. Él la dejará pronto como lo hizo con todas las chicas. Tal vez todavía tengas una oportunidad con ella. de verdad eres la mas linda" (Don't worry. He'll leave her soon like he left all the girls. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You are really the most beautiful one), her friend told her.

I trust Pedri with all my heart, but right now, I start to overthink. Am I good enough for him? Does he still love me? These days he is very distant, but it's only because he is stressed about the next matches that are really important...right?

"Si, probablemente. Como si se fuera a dormir con chicas todo el tiempo. Todo el mundo sabe que tuvo sexo con muchas chicas solo para sus necesidades. Este hombre no tiene sentimientos, simplemente perfecto para mí. Somos exactamente iguales. Y, Dios, echo mucho de menos su lengua. Realmente es un <magician>." (Yes, probably. Like he goes to sleep with girls all the time. Everyone knows that he had sex with many girls just for his needs. This man has no feelings, just perfect for me. We are exactly the same. And, gosh, I miss his tongue so much. He really is a magician.) his ex said to her friend.

I walked away in tears. My mind was only on his ex's words. First of all, I can't believe he was with that girl, and second of all..does he cheat on me? I couldn't eat anymore, so I went back to my office with only one bottle of water. I had to stay here another 5 hours. I tried not to think about the worst and concentrate on my work, but my kind wouldn't let me.

I didn't know what to believe. I felt so heartbroken, and if pedri was seeing someone while being with me, I couldn't blame him. I wasn't a model, an influencer. I didn't know how to do a pretty makeup for me, so mostly I only wore mascara. I didn't have an athletic body like other people he slept with, and now my mind was on, "what was he thinking when he saw me naked for the first time?".

The rest of the time, I was silently crying. Didn't even finish my work, so my boss got mad at me but eventually forgave me. I really appreciated that.

When I got home (7:30 p.m/ 19:30), I was surprised to see that Pedri wasn't home. I started to panic really hard. Maybe he was with a girl? You two didn't have your moment for almost 2 weeks now, and maybe he was needy? But why wouldn't he tell you that, you could have helped him.

When your boyfriend came home was 8:46 p.m. (20:46). He never came that late without telling you. You tried to call him several times, but he didn't pick up the phone nor answered your messages. You were worried that he might have gotten into an accident, but somehow managed to calm yourself down when you saw him standing in front of you.

"Hol-" he wanted to say, but you interrupted him. "Dónde estabas?" (Where were you?).

He looked into your eyes and saw that you had been crying. "Amor, estas bien?" (Love, you okay?) he asked, worried. "Paso algo? Estabas llorando, mi niña?" (Something happened? Were you crying, my girl?)

He quickly went to hold you, but you stepped back. He heart ached. Did he do something wrong?

"Me repito Pedro. Dónde estabas?" (I repeat myself, Pedro. Where were you?) you asked again, now a little bit more angry.

"En el entrenamiento, mi amor. Te dije hace unos días que tengo una entrevista a las 2 p.m.(14:00) y luego mi entrenamiento empieza a las 5 p.m. (17:00)" (At training, my love. I told you a few days ago that I have an interview at 14:00 and then my training starts at 17:00)

You suddenly remembered that he told you that. You start to feel so bad that you forgot about him. You felt the tears forming but didn't want to cry. You still weren't sure that these days he hadn't seen any other girl. You were a shy girl, but you really wanted answers, so you spoke what you felt.

"Te sientes caliente?" (Do you feel needy?)

"Que?" (What?) he answered, really confused. "Qué quieres decir?" (What do you mean?)

"Te hago sentir satisfecho? Si estuvieras caliente, ¿vendrías a mí? Me lo dirías? Soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti? Soy al menos la mitad de sus estándares? Todavía me amas? Me amaste alguna vez? Si quieres tener sexo con alguna chica, dímelo. Nos separamos y luego-" (Do I make you feel satisfied? If you were horny, would you come to me? would you tell me? Am I good enough for you? Am I at least half your standards? Do you still love me? Did you ever love me? If you want to have sex with a girl, tell me. We break up and then-) you started but he interrupted you.

"No no no no. No te atrevas a decir algo así! No te atrevas a pensar tan bajo de ti mismo!! Eres mi primer amor, y me duele muchísimo cuando te escucho hablar de eso. No quiero a ninguna otra chica excepto a ti, mi amor. Te quiero a ti y solo a ti. Por supuesto que estoy necesitado de ti. Quiero cada minuto para estar contigo. Me haces sentir tan bien en la cama y nuestro amor es el más fuerte." (No no no no. Don't you dare say something like that! Don't you dare think so low of yourself!! You are my first love, and it hurts so much when I hear you talk about yourself like that. I don't want any other girl except you, my love. I love you and only you. Of course, I am needy towards you. I want every minute to be with you. You make me feel so good in bed, and our love is the strongest.)

In that moment, you started to cry. He hugged you, and when you were ready, you told him everything. He listened carefully, making sure to leave kissing all around your body.

"Déjame mostrarte lo bien que me haces sentir. Déjame mostrarte lo hermosa que eres, mi dulce vida." (Let me show you how good you make me feel. Let me show you how beautiful you are, my sweet life.) he told you and carried you to your room where you spend the night together.

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[mvrdac]

“Cariño”

“pero bebe yo solo quiero a ti, no a ella”

“But baby I only want you, not her”

today me and miko had plans today. As one of them meeting her friends, producers, everybody today. “oye ya nos vamos a ir, cambiase.” <> “hey we are going to leave, go change.” “okay está bien miko!” <> “okay sounds good miko!” Going into my room, deciding which outfit to wear. One was a shirt that had cute hearts on it with a pair of baggy jeans. The other was a blue shirt with daisy’s on it with a skirt. I chose the shirt that had cute hearts on them. Coming out as a greeting miko with a kiss “ya estoy lista vamos!” <> “I’m ready let’s go!” I gave her a peck on the cheek. “Oye! Eso es mi cosita!” <> “Hey! That’s my thing!” I say bye to my cats (always) we get into the car, and start driving to her studio.

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I start getting nervous in the car. “porque estás nerviosa bebe, todo va estar bien mami” <> “why are you nervous baby, everything is going to be okay mama” we start going inside, she first introduced me mariana, her best friend who has been doing everything with her since the first day. On going I meet Caleb and Mauro, her producers who have been helping her since day one. “Y quien es ella?” <> “and who is she?” Someone says. “Ella es mi novia” miko says <> “she’s my girlfriend” “tienes novia?, ay que pena podría haber tu y yo.” <> “you have a girlfriend?, aw what a shame could’ve been you and me.” “Miko..” “oye mejor que ya introduzcan a los otros!” Mariana said <> “hey it’s better for them to introduce the others!” “Yeah!” As Mauro agrees.

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I give that one girl a look. As I turn around, we start meeting the other friends that have helped on miko’s career as a rapper. “Miko! Ven aquí te quiero contar algo.” <> “Miko! Come here I want to tell you something.” “okay! Espera me aquí va vengo bebe” <> “okay! Wait here I’m coming back baby” she give me a kiss before she heads of. Mariana starts talking to me about how did we meet and all that stuff. I keep looking at miko and that one girl. She keeps touching miko a lot. I start to get jealous. But I focus on what mariana is telling me. I tell myself one last look. I turn around and see the girl being all over her. I began getting furious. “Oye me estás escuchando?” <> “hey are you listening to me?” marina said “si estoy escuchando!” “Yeah I am listening!.” “mariana oye no mi estoy sintiendo bien mejor que yo y miko voy a la casa..” <> “mariana hey im not feeling well it’s better if me and miko go home..” <> “okay esta bien!” <> “okay sounds good” “hope you feel better!” mariana says. I give her a smile. As I walk over to miko with that girl all over her..” “miko no mi estoy sintiendo bien vamos a la casa.” <> “miko im not feeling good, let’s home.” “Ay que pena, ya pues adiós miko!” <> “Aw what a shame, okay well bye miko!” The girl said. “bye! no te sintieses bien mami, entonces vamos a la casa.” <> “bye! You don’t feel good mama, let’s go to the house then.”

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I don’t talk to her the whole car ride. As we got inside, I go lay down in our room. “Que pasa mami, esta molesta conmigo, porque?” <> “what happened mami, are you mad at me, why?” “no estoy molesta.” <> “I’m not mad.” “No mientes lo puedo ver.” <> “Don’t lie I can see.” “Tú quieres sabe porque estoy molesta es porque está niña estaba ensimismada a ti tocando te todos los lados!” <> “ do you wanna know why I’m mad, because that girl was all over you and touching you of all different directions!” “Aw mi bebe está celosita de otra mujeres.” <> “Aw my baby is jealous of other woman.” I turn around and don’t look at her. “mami” “todos saben” <> “mamá” “everyone knows” I try to protest “pero ella!” <> “but her!” “pero bebe yo solo quiero a ti, no a ella” <> “But baby I only want you, not her” “ahora bien aquí te voy a bañar te con besitos!” <> “now come here I’m going to shower you with kisses!”

CUTE ENDING LOL

(first fic) 🫣

[heretherebedork]

Fate and Destiny and Soulmates are less important than choices but easier

I was wrong about the keychain.

BUT.

It's because the message is different than I expected.

This one isn't as much as about the choices but about the romance genre was a whole, the idea of that one accidental meeting that leads to love and romance and everything else we see so often in other romances.

Yes, Patts and Tai originally met through the same kind of idea but who does it matter now? They made their promises and then broke them all the same and that bond that was the soulmate bond is no longer anything at all.

Taii and Lomfon had the exact kind of meetcute the so many shows do. They bumped into each other, one person saved the other person and then rushed off before they could exchange names. They left only a token that symbolized love to the other person who never got to thank them for saving their lives.

So romantic!

Only... it's not.

Because Lomfon didn't know who Tai was and while he may have felt like he loved the person who saved him... Tai never thought of him again. All Tai did was push him from the road while he was panicking about his own father and then run off after him, never finding his keychain again.

Life-changing for Lomfon... but nothing for Tai.

And now here they are adults, meeting up, soulmates for about a week, maybe? and nothing more...

Fate and destiny are ideas. They are concepts and you can cling to them so tightly that they can destroy the rest of your love and the chance you need to take to make a choice.

The keychain, just like the soulmates in the rain, shows fate and destiny and clinging to what you think they mean gets in the way of actually loving people, of finding the people you love and having the chance to love them as well.

And we have all aspects of this hurt and the way this belief stops people.

Tai is the most obvious. He avoided his soulmate because of his parent's divorce but he also avoided all other relationships because he knew he had a soulmate. Fate and destiny put him into a corner where nothing was acceptable and so he did nothing in return.

Patts had a girlfriend but was rejected by her, in the end, because she believed in soulmates in a way he didn't. And now that he's faced with Tai having a possible second soulmate, he remembers her jealousy and her fear and wants to be reassured that he is chosen... something that Tai's inherent belief in soulmates doesn't allow for in their relationship.

Lomfon has always believed in fate and destiny for all he claimed not to believe in soulmates. He clung to they keychain and the idea of his first love and when he became soulmates with Tai and heard the story, it was confirmation of everything he believed and even the start of his feelings for Tien nothing could compete.

Tien believes in soulmates but he would be the one most likely to bend, most likely to see other ways to love... but he never had a soulmate. No fate, no destiny, just him and his choices and his feelings and his love and he got no choices at all because all the people around him are tied down by fate and destiny, leaving him isolated and alone.

Everyone wants fate and destiny to shape their life but when they actually do... they make it all harder and more complicated and filed with pain.

[moon-spirit-yue]

This definitely happens at some point in the omegaverse au:

Raya, nudging Charanya’s arm: I think those alphas are flirting with us

Charanya, who wasn’t paying attention because she’s reading: well what did they say?

Raya, whispering: the taller one asked us if we were seeing anyone and if they can court us

Charanya, idly flipping through the book: ah yeah, that’d do it

Raya: quickly, say something that’ll make them leave us alone!

Charanya, finally looking up and assessing the situation: uhhhh, oh I know! I work at a brothel and she’s a single mom!

Alpha 1, shrugging: fine by us

Alpha 2, nodding: yeah we don’t mind

Charanya:…..shit that usually scares them off. It’s time for plan B

Raya: what’s plan B?

Charanya, already dragging her away: RUNNING BINTURI-

Raya: YOU KNOW I DO THIS PLAN A LOT-

*months later*

Namaari, laughing and eating dinner: there is no way you guys did that

Tien, also laughing: I want to say I’m surprised, but knowing you two I’m honestly not

Charanya, sighing: it wasn’t our finest moments

Raya, shoving food in her mouth: yup, so then we-

Charanya, squinting her eyes: hey Raya, don’t those two look familiar?

Raya, looking over: you’re right, they tried asking us out a while ago didn’t they?

Charanya, nodding: uh huh, that sounds right. Man, that was forever ago

Namaari:…..so they were hitting on my girlfriend, huh?

Raya, shrugging: I guess so, we weren’t dating at the time though

Tien, standing up: I think I’ll talk to them

Namaari, following her: yeah I’ll go with you

Charanya: wait why are you guys carrying your forks in a menacing way-

Raya, leaning back closing her eyes: just look away and we won’t be involved

Charanya, face planting on the table: best idea I’ve ever heard

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Special Night

Character: James "Bucky" Barnes

Pairing: James Bucky Barnes - Fem!Reader OC

Inspired by: Es por ti - Juanes

Warnings: Post! TFATWS. Mentions of memories. Bucky's Past. Family. Relationship. Mentions of Christmas. Mentions of Weddings. Fluff. Fluff. Fluff. Mentions of New Avengers. White Wolf! Bucky.

Author's Note: Hello! Hello! Hello! I hope everyone's well. I'm better but none in my best days. (I need a hug from Bucky)

I wrote this fic like a gift for all of you that takes your time to read my stories and most important, makes me keep writing.

I apologize for having abandoned you so much and I hope you like this fic ❤️

One more thing: If you can and if you want, leave a comment or reblog the post.

Thanks for all the replies and welcome to whoever wants to read!! XOXO 😘

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Tus ojos me llevan lentamente al sol y tu boca me habla del amor y el corazon, tu piel tiene el color de un rojo atardecer... Y es por ti, que late mí corazon...

I hear him snort as I listens attentively to what he is being told on the other line of the phone. I focus on the water moving in front of me, as I see the reflection of the stars in it, and dream for a moment to reach one.

- What do you mean, there are no reservations? - Oh, we didn't have a place for dinner. I look at my white dress with blue flowers and see Bucky tugging at the collar of hid white short-sleeved shirt as if it bothered him. I doubt for a moment whether to approach him but I turn around just to see how my boyfriend wants to hit the trash can that he has next to him, but little hides his desire to do so.

I let out a laugh that makes him look at me and smile at me before turning his attention back to the speaker saying that he had booked last Friday.

- I did not make the reservation, he made it .... Damn idiot - I hold back the urge to laugh as soon as I see that the colors begin to rise on his face, and I know that he is letting himself be carried away by anger - I'm not telling you , Mister. It is the idiot of my partner who surely did not make the reservation to annoy me.

That's right, when Bucky got upset with Sam, he went from losing the title of "best friend forever" to becoming "the co-worker" accompanied by a note of hatred in his voice.

I move closer to his side to interlock our hands and as soon as he notices me leaning against his side, he lets go of my hand to wrap it around my waist.

- Look, this is the situation, I asked my friend to reserve a table because I wanted to take my girlfriend to a special dinner after being almost two months away. I'm upset and you don't have to take my anger away, so I'm sorry.

He listen for a few moments and I turn to see that a few meters away, there is a church where many people are arriving, dressed in an elegant way, both in suits and in long dresses, except for three girls who are wearing cream colored dresses and small flower crowns in their heads.

A wedding. And if there was something that I loved as much as Christmas, it was weddings.

I let go of Bucky's grip and point to the church as I walk towards it, he just looks at me with a frown but nods, muttering a "Wedding?"

I just shrug my shoulders, giving him a smile as I hurry to arrive and see the minute I enter the church, how a young woman in a beautiful champagne-colored dress approaches down the hall, accompanied by what I imagine is her mother, until where is the groom, who has tears in his eyes. That emotion of knowing that the person you love loves you so much that he will do whatever it takes for you to know, joining you until the love is over, and why not, forever.

I see the details of the benches, which contain small twigs like the one the bride wears, as well as a small black bow like the one the groom wears. Sometimes the little details are the best.

- I can never keep you away from mistletoe or weddings, right? - I laugh as I shake my head and move a little closer to where Bucky is, leaning against his chest while we see how the boyfriend wipes some tears before saying his vows, without taking his eyes off his partner - I liked too to watch weddings whenever I could, but I always dragged Steve before the bride and groom kissed, I don't know why it gave me ...

- Disgusting? - I lowered my voice so as not to disturb those present.

- No, I don't know, but it kind of bothered me at that moment to see something so intimate. - The sincerity in his voice makes her lift her head to look at him, and he's just staring at the couple.

- Very considerate, Barnes. Counting that there are more than 100 people here watching a couple swear eternal love.

He falls silent and I feel his chin resting on my head.

- I always have been - He tightens his arms around me and I let out a laugh as I listen to the priest ask the bride to say her vows. For a moment I get lost in my thoughts and imagine that it is the two of us, that the love we feel is great enough to take that step - only that you have known a part of me that is not very considerate.

I feel my cheeks warm when I hear his words and we are distracted by the applause, while I accompany them and instantly we see the happy couple pass by with smiles that radiate happiness.

- Come with me - He pulls me towards the exit of the church and brings me closer to the side of him as we walk away from the church amid murmurs, cries and little notes of music that fill our surroundings.

I know he's partly upset that I didn't have the night he had planned, but for me, just having him by my side is enough.

- Change that face, Bucky. It's just a dinner.

He lets out another snort as he steps away just to clasp our hands and guides me toward a small bridge full of little lights that look like fireflies. We walk in silence for a few minutes and I enjoy his company, because just seeing him is enough for my heart.

- It would be a special dinner, baby.

- I like that you call me that - He smiles and looks towards the pier, while the moon barely illuminates around him - And any moment is special if you are here. Let me enjoy you until you have to leave again.

Oh god, I sounded really cheesy.

- I like your cheesy side - he murmurs in a low voice as if he could read my mind - It's just like mine ... I just don't show it too much.

- You show it only with me and it is enough.

We both laugh until we get to the end of the pier and I lean on the railing as he leans with his back to the river - You know, the other day I went to a pawn shop that Sam sent me. Marc had told him that he had found things about my family and that he might want to see it.

- What did you find?

- Photos of my sisters, some things that belonged to me, like my book The Hobbit, and others ... It is a small wooden drawer that has a little of what my life was before all this ... - I see him settling in like he's in a defensive posture, but as soon as he looks at me I see his eyes sparkle, as if emotions overwhelmed him. Something about that little excursion into the past made him happier - and I found something else there. I recognized it as soon as I saw it.

- Any treasure?

He stays silent and smiles at me as he takes off the jacket he's wearing and drapes it over my shoulders. I don't know when I started to shake, but I thank him with a smile - Something better than that.

- Will we play question and answer until you tell me?

He starts to laugh out loud at my frown and walks over, resting his hands on my waist, turning me towards him completely.

- Your eyes shine ... Did I tell you that you look beautiful today? - I feel the heat rise up my face and every part of my body that my clothes hide. He know very well how to distract me from my long questionnaires.

- Thank you for that, but the beauty of the two is you.

- Are you only attracted to my beauty?

I shake my head as he placed my hand on his chest, level with his heart.

- This is what attracts me the most about you, James.

He starts to blush and I feel like the luckiest woman in the universe. I hug him and feel him looking for something in his jacket pocket and the second I feel his lips against my ear.

- I found my mother's engagement ring.

Something inside me freezes as soon as I hear his words and I feel as if the floor has disappeared and she will find me only supported by his arm surrounding me.

Did he say engagement ring?

- Bucky ...

- I always remember my mother telling me that the day she would find the perfect woman for me, she would tell me with just one look. That other women would not exist for me and I would only see her. Only to the one that was the right one for me - He murmurs as he moves away and takes my hand, as if he knows that I feel insecure without his touch - At that moment it was not something that mattered to me, because the truth was, I was fleeing the idea of Marriage but ... When I saw you at that amusement park, I don't know what happened to me. But I felt that the words of my mother to me of 15 years suddenly made sense and ... I wanted you only for me.

- Oh ...

- And the fact that she found this ring now ... I took it as a sign that it was time to give it to someone. And who better than you - I notice that he has a small red box in his hand and he lets me go just to open it and let me see a small silver ring with a beautiful red stone surrounded by small white crystals, very bright in the light of the moon. The air escapes me suddenly, I feel a pressure in my chest and suddenly the tears fight to come out. The word "yes" struggles to leave my lips against my will before he even asks the question that I don't know if he will. How can I deal with disappointment later if I misunderstood his actions? - It was a gift from my father when they got start dating, it's all I know, but I know very well that she would have been very proud that I gave it to you as proof of how I feel about you.

I gasp in search of the words but my brain seems not to react beyond the image of the ring - Does the mouse seem to me or has your tongue eaten, doll?

- I'd rather say the ring - I barely mutter as I try to get back to the here and now, but I focus only on how Bucky takes a deep breath, takes the little ring out of its box, which he pulls next to us and takes my hand.

- I was upset because my idea was to take you to dinner, that we can walk for a while, maybe have fun at the fair and when we come home after an incredible night, ask you to marry me when we are in our room, but I see that Sam always makes me improvise things - Without taking his blue eyes from mine, he falls on one of his knees in front of me and the world stops as soon as he offers me the ring as if it were the most valuable thing in the universe - Would you marry me , doll?

I shake my head frantically like I'm a Hawaiian car doll before I feel the tears run down my face and I laugh. I feel that my heart is going to leave my chest with so much joy.

- Of course, I do accept! And you ask me? - I don't give him time to get up because I threw myself into his arms, making him end up sitting on the floor with me astride, while I kiss him as if there was no tomorrow.

And the pieces of the puzzle snap together, just like our lips, where my tears mingle with the minty taste of his mouth and she smiled against his kiss, as I feel his grip grow even tighter. around me. I barely pull away, parting from his lips for a few seconds to pinch me and make sure I'm not dreaming, which is why I hear him laugh.

My fiancé. My future husband.

Hell, how good it feels to say or think those words.

- It's not a dream, is it?

- Let me take you home and I will show you that it is not a dream.

I laugh as I hug him again and feel his lips against my neck, where he leaves a soft kiss to separate and place the ring in the right place.

- There is, officially you will be mine.

- Am I not yours already?

- Yes, but I will like me much more when you have my last name, baby.

[pablitogavii]

jealous reader please ??❤️ something around the ana pelayo drama

I'll do it reader getting jealous of Anitta since it's a fresh news..Ana Pelayo is forgotten lol ;))

Celosa

You were currently watching Barça story on Instagram seeing that your boyfriend met Anitta.

She is so freaking hot! Joder!

Pablo was acting very shy and nervous never having any physical contact with the singer like the rest of the boys who were doing their best to steal a touch or a hug.

You were not jealous! Pablo loves you!! You're NOT jealous!!

"Amor..I'm back!" Pablo returned tot he hotel room you shared seeing you laying in bed with a book in your hands wearing one of his oversized Barça shirts you used as your pj.

"I missed you princesa.." he leaned down to kiss your cheek while you didn't move your focus form the page in fornt of you. Did you really!? Or were you too busy being with Anitta to remember that you have a girlfriend!? Fuck! You were jealous!

Pablo didn't pay much thought to you not answering him thinking you were emerged in your reading while going to take a shower.

Pablo came back and you were done with the book so you had nothing else to use in order to avoid him any longer.

"How was your book princesa? You looked so interested in it" he said while laying down besides you drying his wet hair with the towel. You just shrugged your shoulders and now Pablo knew something was wrong.

"Que pasa? Did something happen while I was gone amor??" he tossed the towel to the sofa before moving closer and nuzzling his nose into your neck but you pulled away.

"It must be something serious if you are rejecting my cuddles...so tell your Pablito princesa..what did he do bad huh??" he was babying you because he just wanted whatever it was to become past so he can cuddle you to bed finally.

"No.." you tried your best to hide a smile form how cute he was acting right now but Pablo moved even closer leaving gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder. Damn it Gavira!! Why do you have to make it so hard!?

"Se mi buena chica...y dime princesa...por favor" [Be my good girl and tell me princess, please] Pablo was whispering into your skin and you felt shivers move down your spine as goosebumps appeared on your arms which he noticed smirking proudly.

"You met Anitta today!" you finally screamed and he raised his head from your neck looking at you with raised eyebrows and surprised look.

"So?" he said and you rolled your eyes moving away from him again but his arms were so strong that they easily brought you back against him.

"And you followed her on Instagram afterwards!" you pout and Pablo had a clear picture about what was wrong now..his girl was jealous!

"Tienes celosa princesa??" he smirked and you blushed hard shaking your head never willing to accept such a thing even when it was the truth.

"You do know that she is a singer.." Pablo started but you were too impatient to wait for him to finish.

"So what if she is a singer!? You can still fuck a singer!?" you said without thinking about your words and Pablo bursted out in laughter.

"And she can be my mom princesa.." he said and you realized that he was right and that woman is indeed 30 years old. Fuck! Now you were embarrassed!

"I knew that..I..I was just messing with you" you of course knew how stupid that sounded but Pablo was very much amused with your jealousy to let it go that easily.

"Mm but you're so hot when you get all jealous like this..makes me want to flip you on your stomach and show you who is the only girl I fuck until she begs me to stop!" his words were chosen carefully and your legs were slowly opening as his hand started caressing your inner things teasingly.

"Mmm show me papi" you smirked and he did too instructing you to lay on your stomach while he got up getting comfortably behind you while puling down your panties and raising up his t-shirt you wore to expose your ass.

"Who is the only girl papi fucks princesa!?" he asked spanking your ass roughly and you whined wanting more so you stayed quiet. He growled angrily grabbing your neck and pulling you back roughly so that you almost got out of breath.

"I asked you a question princesa!" he growled into your ear driving you crazy.

"M..me..papi" you menage to talk even though his hold on your throat was quite tight. He let go making you lay back down and grind your ass against his crowing bulge while he kept spanking you getting harder from the sound of your whines.

"Good girl! F..fuck! I'm going to fuck you so good tonight that you never think I would want anyone else! I have a perfect pussy waiting for me at home.." he pulled himself out of his seats teasing your hole before entering you comeptlely making you scream his name but luckily he covered your mouth with his hand so that not entire hotel hears you.

"A..ahh papi..yes..p.please" you were a moaning mess fromPablo repeatedly hitting your g-spot groaning himself from how tightly you were wrapped around him.

"N.no..no..you're not getting to cum that easily!" he pulled out and you felt like crying but when he flipped you back on your back and opened your legs, you knew he wasn't done with you yet.

"P..please..papi" you were moaning when he started sucking on your clit and he smirked moving upwards and capturing your lips.

"You're the only one I want princesa..don't you ever question that!? Yes sir?" he said and you blush nodding your head but feeling another spank on your ass for not replying.

"Yes sir! Yes! Please!" you said and he nodded his head entering you again and pouding into you mercilessly until your thighs started shaking and you were begging him to cum but he kept saying 'no'.

"Hold it! Don't you dare cum without permission princesa!" he was leaving marks on your neck not slowing down his movements and you couldn't stop your orgasm from spilling all over him and making him look down at the mess you made and then back up at you..angrily.

"You don't cum without permission! Fucking bad girl! Looks like I have to tame you again!" he pulled out flipping you over again and leaving a few rough spanks that made you squirm and make an even larger mess than before.

"I'm sorry papi! So..so..sorry..I couldn't hold it!" you were crying when he entered you again while you were overly sensitive making your thighs continue to shake while he pounded into you.

"I'm spoiling you too much..and you've become chica mala..not following my orders..cumming without permission..what am I going to do with you huh??" he was growling while fucking you roughly kissing up your spine as you felt your high approaching again.

You didn't want to disappoint him..fuck you just wanted to be his good girl!

"I'm sorry papi..I'll be good..I promise..please let me cum again..please.." you were a begging mess and he loved every second of it.

"Say you will never get jealous again princesa??" he smirked pulling your hair back and biting your neck while speeding up his pace and you moaned loudly.

"I won't get jealous again papi! I promise! Please!" you screamed and he smirked nodding his head letting go of your hair as you fell back down.

"You can cum now princesa..it's okay..papi got you" he spoke and that was enough for your to spill all over him pushing his own high as he filled you up to the brim.

"A..ahh thank you papi..thank you!" you were still shaken up when he got off you grabbing a towel and helping you get cleaned up.

"How are you princesita??" he asked seeing your glossy eyes looking at him preciously while he helped you get dressed again and laid besides you.

"Mmm.." was all you said moving close and nuzzling your face into Pablo's neck taking in his strong muscular scent and caressing his six pack.

"I love you princesita mia..you have no reason to be celosa..I promise" Pablo kissed the top of your head playing with your hair gently while you smiled nodding your head being reassured properly that not Anitta or any other girl will have Pablo the way you do every night.

It's crazy that people even say Pablo likes Anitta..I mean she is an amazing singer but Pablo is a BOY compared to her guys!!

[jtsfavslut]

hiii im sorry idk if ur taking requests but i feel like this would b so cute. so y/n is gray’s girlfriend n she’s latina. when juanpa starts hanging w the twins again, she meets him and rly ~vibes~ w him cuz they both speak spanish, like- they’d prank them or talk shit (or pretend to talk shit) abt them etc and gray would get kinda jealous and would try to learn more spanish? no se si tiene sentido sjdjsdjsj btw soy argentina <33 pd: sería re divertido si y/n fuera argentina solo porque nunca vi un fic con una argentina jajja pero como vos quieras <3 (i LOVE ur writing)

Hola Amor!!! That’s actually really cute, omg, like he would get so jealous, but not even of Juanpa, just of your relationship with him, and the fact that Juanpa speaks Spanish and he doesn’t!!! But Yo amo cuando la gente tiene acento de Argentina, porque me quedo media boba, cuz it 's like so satisfying omg!!!! Also, I love you!!!!

“Juanpa, he’s the Mexican guy right?” you asked and Grayson nodded his head. He was telling you how an old friend of theirs, who also speaks Spanish was coming over, and you were honestly excited. 

“Yeah, he’s really funny too. Juanpa is built differently,” he replied, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

But when you finally met him, Grayson was right. Juanpa was built differently. And it was hard to tell whether he was joking about something or not.

“Hey, y/n,” he whispered when he noticed neither of the twins were paying attention. You were currently in the backyard, the twins eating something vegan that Grayson cooked, while you and Juanpa made something that you made.

“Dime,” you replied, turning to look at him, he had a weird look on his face, like he was planning something, but you didn’t really know why.

“Vamos, a hacerle una broma,” he whispered and you shook your head, widening your eyes. 

“Vos esta loco, oh que? La ultima ves que yo y E, le hicimos una broma, no me hablo por todo el dia,” you replied, and turned to look towards Grayson who was already looking at you. 

‘Y/N, no es nada malo, solamente pretendemos que estamos hablando de él. Como ahora,” he shrugged, you sighed but agreed after a couple of seconds. 

“Que quieres que yo haga?” 

“Solo sigue mirándolo y conversado conmigo,” he replied and you nodded your head, carrying on with Juanpa’s simple but funny plan. 

After a couple of minutes of wondering what was so interesting about you and Juanpa’s conversation, Grayson got up from his seat, walking towards you as you tried to hold in your giggles. 

“What are we talking about?” he casually asked, even if deep down he was about to combust. 

“Nothing. You wouldn’t understand anyways,” Juanpa sighed and you had to turn the other way in order to not laugh. 

“Oh,” Grayson let out, making you feel bad. 

“It was nothing Amor, just some tea he was spilling,” you said as he sat down next to you, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. 

He was jealous. Grayson got extremely touchy when he was jealous. He was normally touchy, but when he felt ‘threatened’ he would touch you more, hug you more, kiss you more, and not leave your side until he felt that his message got across. 

That was just the first time, the second time Grayson felt jealous was when you and Juanpa were vibing to spanish music. Horribly singing along to the music, while Grayson had no clue on what was even going on. 

“I’m so done with this,” he scoffed towards Ethan and he scrunched his face up in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean them, just look at them. When they talk, it’s always in Spanish and it looks suspicious, they have inside jokes, when he’s around she barely talks to me, they’re singing songs to each other which I don’t even know the meaning of. I mean it’s clear she likes him more than me,” he sighed, feeling a mixture of hurt and anger while Ethan shook his head.

“Grayson, how many of our friends speak Spanish?” 

“Just him, and Mando, plus her,” Grayson sighed.

“How many of her friends speak Spanish?” Ethan asked and Grayson shrugged. 

“I don’t know, just Mando and now him,”

“See, it’s not that she likes him  more, she just found someone that she can talk to in her own language. And Grayson, Juanpa’s here like twice a week, it’s not that deep,” Ethan replied, making Grayson let out a loud sigh, that you heard, making you turn to look at him. You quickly excused yourself before walking over to him. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?” you asked, a slight pout on your concern filled face.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he sighed and you shook your head knowing he was lying. 

“Bullshit. I’m not going to push you, but if you wanna talk, please talk to me,” you softly spoke and he nodded his head. 

Over the course of a week, Grayson spent all his free time attempting to learn Spanish, just so that he could feel closer to you. He barely learned anything. Maybe just a few phrases and words. He couldn't expect more, after it all it was just one week and a shitty youtube video.

“Amor, pasarme mi botella,” he randomly said as you were both sitting on the couch, taking in the peacefulness of having the house to yourselves. 

“I- umm sure,” you replied, not wanting to question his random and incorrect use of the Spanish language, so you leaned down to pick up his water bottle and handing it to him.

“Was that good? Or like was it bad?” He asked and you looked at him with confusion, “My Spanish, was it good?” 

“It was okay, you used the wrong verb but it’s okay,” you smiled and he nodded his head. 

“Well, what’s the correct verb?” 

“Well, if you wanna get it over with you can just say ‘pasamé la botella’ or if you wanna be polite you can say ‘me puedes pasar la botella?’ you can use both, it doesn’t matter,” you replied and he nodded his head, whispering the sentences a few times so that he could remember them. 

The second time, he said something so random and incorrect that you don’t even remember what it was, but you were starting to notice that he was acting weird, and decided to finally question him. 

“Alright, what’s going on?” you asked sitting up straight and he shook his head. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean you. You’re acting weird. Suddenly wanting to speak Spanish, not leaving my side when another male is around. Did I do something?” You asked and he shook his head letting out a sigh. 

“No, it’s just that you and Juanpa. You understand each other so well, and I don’t. When you speak Spanish, and I have no idea of what you’re saying, I feel like you’re planning something against me. And your inside jokes, I don’t know. I just feel like he understands you more than I do, so I tried to learn Spanish, but that clearly didn’t work out,” he replied making you pout. 

“Amor, you know none of that is true. Yes, me and Juanpa are good friends, but that doesn’t mean he understands me more, I mean in Spanish he does, but he doesn’t understand me as a person, only you do. And I only like him as a friend. I like and love you as a boyfriend. And the inside jokes, don’t even make sense. But Gray, you should’ve told me this, because we purposely made it seem like we were talking about you,” you replied making him chuckle. 

“I love you,” he sighed, pulling you over so that you were straddling him. 

“I love you more,” you placed a quick kiss on his nose before he pulled you down, connecting his lips with yours. 

“Do you think you can teach me Spanish?” 

[ultravioletqueen]

No puedo evitar imaginarme a miss umbra cantando "You'll be back" de hamilton, ya que representaria perfectamente la relación entre lewis y miss umbra;una relación tóxica de la cual lewis quiere salir y evitar que sus amigos y novia formen parte de eso, y miss umbra siendo una persona(o cosa,no se si ella cuenta como un ser humano) que fuerza a lewis a permanecer junto a ella usando miedo y manipulación, amenazando a lastimar a los que ama para que no se vaya y seguir drenando su energía(lewis al estar muerto y ser un fantasma técnicamente está hecho de energía espiritual) hasta que se seque.

Miss umbra cuando conoció a lewis uso su habilidad de cambio de forma para parecer más amigable y darle a lewis una falsa sensación de seguridad, para luego voltear las cartas a su favor y hacerle creer que arthur le empujó por celos o odio,haciendo que lewis tuviera su sed de venganza contra arthur, el tiempo que lewis estuvo "desaparecido" miss umbra le dio una poción(el frasco que apareció en el arte de "one of us") que incrementa los poderes de un fantasma a base de sus emociones negativas, haciendo que lewis confíe plenamente en ella y hasta tratándola como una amiga, en ese lapso de tiempo también se comunicó con lewis a través de los espejos de la mansion, según lewis:

"ella solo se manifiesta si no hay nadie más que la vea que no sea el invocador"

Cuando se supo la verdad lewis fue a hablar con miss umbra para deshacer el trato, pero en ese momento miss umbra mostró su verdadera cara(figurativamente y literalmente) y le diría a lewis que el contrato que hizo no se puede romper y que ahora el es prácticamente su propiedad,que ahora le tiene que pagar con la vida de arthur o como mínimo una alma humana, Lewis muy enojado le grita a miss umbra que no hará tal cosa ni aunque su ancla dependiera de ello, sin embargo miss umbra le dice que sí no quiere que algo le pase a su familia, amigos o novia, ella tendra que alimentarse de su energía espiritual hasta que el tenga el valor para darle su paga, Lewis acepta a regañadientes, pensando que en ese lapso de tiempo podría encontrar la forma de romper su trato. Velo cómo la relación tóxica de valentino y ángel dust(de hazbin hotel).

También me imagino que los mystery skulls decsubririan que frigg también hizo un trato con miss umbra y recurririan a ella para ayudar a lewis, también descubririan que miss umbra conspiró con Reverb para que todo este desmadre ocurriera y sacar ventaja de ello

I can't help but imagine miss umbra singing "You'll be back" by hamilton, as it would perfectly represent the relationship between lewis and miss umbra, a toxic relationship that lewis wants to get out of and prevent his friends and girlfriend from being part of it , and miss umbra being a person (or thing, I don't know if she counts as a human being) that forces Lewis to stay with her using fear and manipulation, threatening to hurt those she loves so that she doesn't leave and continue to drain his energy (Lewis being dead and being a ghost is technically made of spirit energy) until it dries up.

Miss umbra when she met lewis used her shapeshifting ability to appear friendlier and give lewis a false sense of security, to then turn the cards in his favor and make him believe that arthur pushed him out of jealousy or hatred, making lewis had his thirst for revenge against arthur, the time that lewis was "disappeared" miss umbra gave him a potion (the bottle that appeared in the art of "one of us") that increases the powers of a ghost based on his negative emotions , making lewis fully trust her and even treating her as a friend, in that period of time she also communicated with lewis through the mirrors of the mansion, according to lewis:

"She only manifests if there is no one else to see her other than the summoner"

When the truth came out Lewis went to talk to Miss Umbra to undo the deal, but at that moment Miss Umbra showed her true face (figuratively and literally) and would tell Lewis that the contract he made cannot be broken and that now the It is practically his property, which now he has to pay with the life of Arthur or at least one human soul, Lewis angrily yells at Miss Umbra that he will not do such a thing even if his anchor depended on it, however Miss Umbra tells him that if he does not want something to happen to his family, friends or girlfriend, she will have to feed on his spiritual energy until he has the courage to pay her, Lewis reluctantly agrees, thinking that in that period of time he could find the right way to break their deal. See how the toxic relationship of valentino and angel dust (from hazbin hotel).

I also imagine that the mystery skulls would discover that frigg also made a deal with miss umbra and would turn to her to help lewis, they would also discover that miss umbra conspired with Reverb to make all this riot happen and take advantage of it

[dindjarindiaries]

A Bullet For You

summary: When your office comes under fire by Escobar’s men, Javier and his men come to the rescue, where he promptly offers you his bulletproof vest to keep you safe.

note: translations included at the bottom

pairing: javier peña x colombianf!reader

warnings: violence, blood, death, shooting, smoking, angst, fluff

rating: R

word count: 2.723k

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“Te amo muchísimo, cariño.”

Those were the last words you’d said to Javier before this very moment, where you now find yourself cowering in the corner of your office with your coworkers—pinned to the spot by the guns of Escobar’s allies.

You’ve never expected to see such action at your accounting job in Medellín. You’ve lived in Colombia your whole life, watching the drug crisis unfold before your very eyes. Nevertheless, you’ve always avoided it, simply desiring to live your day-to-day life with a job that, honestly, could be more boring—just so you could play it safe.

That was, until Javier Peña walked into your life. Or, rather, stumbled.

You’d been hoping for a hookup that night at the bar, needing some kind of change in your everyday life. When you saw the man who practically glowed even under the shitty lighting of the bar, you instantly knew who you’d wanted to go for—but you felt something you weren’t supposed to. After the first few drinks, casual conversation, and sharing the heated dance floor together, you realized you were in deeper than you’d first bargained for. Javier, on the other hand, was completely gone by the time you wanted to head out with him, in no good shape to do anything other than put one foot in front of the other.

So, you’d helped him get back to your apartment, providing him with a glass of water and your bed before he passed out for the night. You took the couch, and by the time he was wandering into the kitchen the next morning with a furrowed brow, you’d already prepared something for him to eat. According to him, that’s when he knew he was in love with you—and you’d told him that you had the same realization around the same exact time.

Now, it’s been a few months, and you’ve at least gotten to the point where you don’t have to sleep on the couch anymore. Javier told you all about his job with the DEA and his life growing up in the States, and you were impressed that a gringo could have such skill with Colombian culture and the language. You’d taught yourself English by watching American television growing up, and Javier helped you fill in the gaps. Though he was very solid at Spanish, you still helped him whenever he needed it, and it’s become just another way in which you’ve bonded over these past few months. If you’ve noticed anything about Javier, though, it’s his protectiveness. Even in the first few weeks of your relationship, he was hesitant about letting you go out on your own—despite the fact you’d been doing so ever since you could remember. He was relieved to hear that you had such a normal job, one that wouldn’t easily be infiltrated by the chaos he witnesses on a daily basis.

Yet, here you are, watching Escobar’s allies violently interrogate one of your coworkers—who you’ve now discovered has been doing some work for Escobar—while you and the rest watch on with horrified eyes.

“¡Puta rata!” one of them shouts, giving your coworker another punch across the face. “¡Has estado hablando con la policía!” He chuckles darkly, placing the barrel of his gun against your coworker’s temple and giving it a nudge. “¿Pensaste que podrías safarte de nosotros tan fácilmente?” The man clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he gives your coworker a hard hit with the barrel of the gun. “¿Qué les dijiste?”

Your coworker looks on with a terrified gaze. “¡No dije nada!” they insist, their voice cracking in their panicked emotion. “¡Por favor, créeme!”

The same man from before gives his head another shake. “Es demasiado tarde, rata.” With that, he lifts his gun and pulls the trigger, and you along with your coworkers give a terrified shout as you try to look away from the gory sight. You close your eyes and keep your face tucked away, feeling your heart race a mile a minute as your mind only starts to think of Javier.

“Voy a regresar a las cinco esta noche,” Javier had said to you this morning, his hands resting so gently yet so securely on your hips as you stood just in front of your apartment door.

“¿Me lo prometes?” you’d remarked, your voice barely above a hushed whisper as your fingertips trailed down his cheek.

Javier had given you one of his infamous smiles, making you drown in his dark gaze of deep affection. You knew he was going to stay true to this one—because the recently late hours and time spent away from you had been taking even more of a toll on him than it had on yourself. “Tienes mi palabra,” he’d assured you, placing his soft lips against yours. The touch had left you a melted puddle of pure love on the apartment floor, leaving you to grip onto his neck for fear of your knees giving out beneath you. When he pulled away, Javier had left another tender kiss on your forehead, reestablishing his eye contact with you. “Hasta pronto, mi amor. Cuídate.” He took your hands from around his neck, holding them in his as he left a kiss on your knuckles. “Te amo mucho.”

“Te amo muchísimo, cariño.” Your lips couldn’t stop smiling despite the fact you were watching him walk through the door, unsure of what would befall him that day but knowing you’d see him sooner than you were getting used to.

And now, you’re not so sure you’ll get to see the end of Javier’s promise—but at least, you try to comfort yourself, it’s not his fault. The thought of your lover keeps you relatively calm until Escobar’s men cock their guns at you and your coworkers, giving you their full attention. The man who’d shot your other coworker steps forward, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“Entonces, ¿quién sabe qué le dijo la rata a la policía?”

You and your coworkers begin looking at each other nervously. No one even knew that man’s been working for Escobar, and since none of you have any information for these men, that means you’re going to die at their hands.

Meanwhile, at the embassy, Javier’s had a pit growing in his stomach all day for no good reason. It’s only just past noon and he’s already almost gone through an entire pack of cigarettes. When Javier lights his last one, Steve’s whistling pulls him out of his funk, drawing his attention to see a raised brow looking back at him.

“What’s up, Peña?” Steve asks almost cautiously.

“What do you mean?” Javier remarks, taking his first puff with agitation.

“I’ve lost track of your cig count for the day,” Steve says, leaning forward on his desk in a questioning manner. “So, you’re stressed over some shit. What is it? Is it your girlfriend?”

“God, I hope not,” Javier mutters, temporarily setting the cigarette onto his ash tray. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, Murphy. I’m just…” Javier trails off, shaking his head as he tries to justify his odd feeling.

“… paranoid?” Steve tries to finish. “I know that sometimes I can start thinkin’ about Connie and get all worked up for no good reason.”

Javier shrugs, picking up the cigarette again at the thought of you being in danger. “I just gotta be home by five,” Javier mutters, tossing a file from his desk onto the large pile behind him. “I’m probably just worried I won’t make it on time.”

Steve’s about to say more, no doubt asking why Javier had to hold such a tight schedule, but gets cut off by the ringing of his phone. He raises a curious eyebrow at Javier before picking it up, his eyes widening the more the voice on the other end speaks. The pit in Javier’s stomach begins to grow, to the point where he has to put his cigarette down again in fear of making himself sick. Steve writes down an address and gives a reassurance, hanging up and rising from his chair. Javier stands up with him.

“What’s goin’ on?” Javier asks, trying not to make his nerves so obvious.

“Hostage crisis, with some of Escobar’s men,” Steve informs him. “Guess the police has had contact with an accountant who was working for Escobar and was giving them information—and Escobar found out about it.”

At the naming of the profession, Javier’s blood practically turns to ice, and he takes an urgent step towards Steve as his brow furrows. “Accountant? At a company?” When Steve gives a nod, Javier’s heart nearly stops. “What’s the address?” Steve offers the piece of paper, and Javier takes it in his shaking hands to see exactly what he feared: your workplace. “Shit. Fuck!”

Steve’s slightly surprised by Javier’s outburst, watching as he lunges for his gun and bulletproof vest with intense urgency. “Javi, what the hell—?”

“That’s her office,” Javier explains in a quick breath, already starting to head out of the office. “We gotta go!”

Upon hearing that, Steve’s soon going at the same speed as Javier. His heart’s practically in his throat the entire way there, his mind only able to go back to the same memory as yours—the morning that could be your last one together.

Back in the office, you’re thankfully at the end of the line, watching as your coworkers endure violent tactics in an effort to get them to reveal something—anything. You try to think of bullshit excuses in your mind, wondering if you can offer them something that’ll keep them from killing all of you. But you’re not that quick on your feet, and you suddenly wish more than ever that you had the quick thinking of Javier to assist you.

“Mentirosos, todos ustedes,” the main man scoffs after he’s given another one of your coworkers a hit of their gun to their head. “Alguien tuvo que haber oído algo de lo que el puto soplón dijo.”

“¡No sabemos nada!” someone speaks up, their voice full of nothing but fear as they look pleadingly up at the man in front of them. “Si supiéramos, ya te hubiéramos dicho todo.”

“Habla por ti mismo,” you scoff, your eyes widening as you realize you’ve said the thought aloud.

All eyes turn to you, and the man’s soon making his way over. “¿¡Qué dijiste!?” he questions, his voice hauntingly dark. “No te escuche bien.”

Instead of freezing up like the others, you think of Javier again, and your blood boils. These are the men who would shoot at him in a heartbeat, with the intention of taking him out. These are the men who keep him away from you each day. These are the men who make his life a living hell and take such a heavy toll on him that some nights, he just has to cry to you. So, rather than taking back your words and offering some bullshit, you tell them the truth. “Come mierda,” you mutter, spitting on his shoe.

The man’s face darkens immensely, but before he’s able to do anything to you, there’s the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway stairs—a practical stampede of them. Every head turns to the door, and you barely have time to see it fly open before the bullets start flying. You gasp and keep yourself ducked down, trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Your arms remain over your head as you kneel on the ground, shaking in your sudden horror. Despite the threat of your own safety, you can’t stop thinking about Javier—until you feel a familiar touch on your arms. When you lift your head, you see him kneeling there in front of you, and the pure sight of him practically brings you to tears.

“Mi amor,” Javier breathes, barely audible over the shooting as he holds your face in his hands and inspects you for injuries. “I thought that… that…” Javier can’t finish the thought. Instead, he reaches to take off the bulletproof vest he’s wearing, beginning to put it around you. “Wear this. You’ll need it while I get you out of here.” He straps it on you as quickly as he can, but you’re unsettled by the idea of it.

“No, Javi,” you insist, grimacing with disapproval as he finishes securing it. “It’s yours. You need—.”

“I’ll be fine,” Javier insists, still having to raise his voice above the gunfire. “But we have to get you out of here, now!”

You give him a nod, letting you wrap both your arms around one of his as he holds his gun securely in his free hand. Javier begins to guide you back to where he’d came from, looking around whenever he can for any potential threat. You’re still shaking as you grip onto his arm for dear life, still unable to believe that you’re back in the security of his presence. Javier notices this, and he looks back for a moment to calm you with his dark eyes.

“Relájate, mi amor,” he assures you softly. “Voy a sacarte de aquí sana y salva.”

You offer him a nod, but soon find yourself gasping when a bullet whizzes by your ear. Javier turns around to shoot the man who’d almost gotten you, and you see him fall to the floor in pain immediately. Javier continues to move forward quickly, taking you with him as you refuse to loosen your grip on his arm. When you reach the staircase, you can barely descend them with the shakiness in your legs, but thankfully Javier keeps you propped up as you’re soon exiting the building and entering the security of the blockade that surrounds the perimeter. Javier tries to get you to sit on the hood of his car, but all you can do is wrap your arms around him tightly, hiding your face in his shoulder. He holds you back, running his hand through your hair to calm you.

“I’m so glad you’re alright, hermosa,” Javier mumbles in your ear. “When Steve showed me that address, I thought I’d never get to hold you again.”

You hold him tighter, pressing your cheek against the fabric of his shirt. “Solo podía pensar en tú, Javi.” You sigh shakily, feeling Javier run another hand down your head at the sound of it. “I wanted to say that I loved you a thousand more times.”

Javier’s smile is nearly audible, but he continues with an interrogation of your wellbeing. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head, still keeping it against his shoulder. “They were about to.” When Javier tenses, you let out a quick chuckle and continue. “When they asked us for information, I may or may not have told them that I wouldn’t have told them even if I knew—and then told them come mierda.”

Javier lets out a low laugh at your words. “Ay, mi amor, eres muy fuerte. Estoy orgulloso de ti.”

You chuckle once again and then pull yourself away from him, holding onto his shoulders as you’re suddenly very aware of the bulletproof vest you’re still wearing. “You walked through a shootout without a vest for me.” You bite your lip to keep your emotions tucked away as Javier gives you a small smile and a nod. “How?”

Javier tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “I would take a bullet for you any day, mi amor.” He says the words without hesitation and with such certainty that you can practically feel the truthfulness in his core—and as much as you love it, you always feel terrified by it. Javier sees this, and he cups your cheek in his hand before he goes on. “But hopefully I won’t have to.”

You finally give him a smile at that, leaning up to brush your nose against his. “Te amo más que a mi propia vida, cariño.”

Javier leaves a short yet very sweet kiss on your lips, pulling away to leave an additional one on the tip of your nose. “Te amo muchísimo, mi amor.”

translations:

Te amo muchísimo, cariño. = I love you so very much, sweetheart.

¡Puta rata! = Fucking rat!

¡Has estado hablando con la policía! = He’s been talking with the police

¿Pensaste que podrías safarte de nosotros tan fácilmente? = Did you think that you could get away from us so easily?

¿Qué les dijiste? = What did you tell them?

¡No dije nada! = I didn’t say anything!

¡Por favor, créeme! = Please, believe me!

Es demasiado tarde, rata. = It’s too late, rat.

Voy a regresar a las cinco esta noche = I’m going to come back at five tonight

¿Me lo prometes? = Promise me?

Tienes mi palabra = You have my word

Hasta pronto, mi amor. Cuídate. = I’ll see you soon, my love. Be careful.

Te amo mucho = I love you so much

Entonces, ¿quién sabe qué le dijo la rata a la policía? = So, who knows what the rat told the police?

Mentirosos, todos ustedes = Liars, all of you

Alguien tuvo que haber oído algo de lo que el puto soplón dijo = Some had to have heard what the fucking snitch said

¡No sabemos nada! = We don’t know anything!

Si supiéramos, ya te hubiéramos dicho todo = If we knew, we would have told you everything already

Habla por ti mismo = Speak for yourself

¿¡Qué dijiste!? = What did you say!?

No te escuche bien = I didn’t hear you well

Come mierda = Eat shit

Relájate, mi amor = Relax, my love

Voy a sacarte de aquí sana y salva = I’m going to get you out of here safe and sound

Solo podía pensar en tú, Javi = I was only able to think of you, Javi

Ay, mi amor, eres muy fuerte. Estoy orgulloso de ti = Oh, my love, you’re so strong. I’m proud of you.

Te amo más que a mi propia vida, cariño = I love you more than my own life, sweetheart

Te amo muchísimo, mi amor = I love you so very much, my love

[secondgenerationnerd]

Worlds Colliding

Happy Pride!

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Beck knew it would be risky. Of course, they did.

But how could they turn down the chance to dance with their girlfriend? Or see her in a dress?

“Wipe that dumb grin off your face, human,” Dahlia teases, arm linked with Beck’s as they manuver through the crowd.

“How do you know it’s dumb, goose?” Beck tucks a stray curl behind her ear. They make a note to thank Grace for helping Dahlia get ready. The dark eyeshadow makes her cloudy eyes look more beautiful, more dangerous.

“Because I know you.”

Beck slides their arm from hers to her waist, kissing her temple, “Maybe I like seeing my already hot girlfriend in a dress.”

“Ah, I see.”

Groaning, Beck shakes their head, jewelry in their dreads clinking together. “Eventually you’re going to run out of blind jokes, Goose.”

“Been making them for 16 years, cuteface. I don’t see an end in sight.” Dahlia grins as she hears their warm laugh, like sunshine.

“It’s a good thing you’re cu--” Beck stops, tensing against her. A cloud blocking her sun, “Dahli, on your 2.”

“Que es?” She murmurs, her own arm sliding around her partner’s lean waist. Keeping them grounded.

“...M-my parents...”

The older couple glides over to them, Beck tensing as they get closer, “James.”

“Father, Mother.”

“What are you doing here?” Their mother’s--stepmother, a chilly voice reminds Beck-- cool voice makes Beck’s heart race. Like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m here with my girlfriend.”

“Dahlia. Nice to meet you.” She nods in the direction of the voices. Her thumb rubs easy circles on Beck’s side.

“How did you met James?” Okay, they don’t want to cause a scene...yet. Beck shifts closer to the blind girl.

“Beck and I met a few months ago. Different Gala. I got seperated from my cousin and, quite literally, ran into them.”

“Him.” Their father’s correction makes Beck’s hear sink.

“Pardon me?”

“You ran into him. James is a boy--”

“Beck,” Dahlia keeps her voice even, “uses they/them pronouns. Do not call them a boy.”

Cold eyes look on Beck, their father’s lips curling, “I see you found someone to feed into your delusions.”

“I don’t see how respecting my partner’s pronouns is delusional.” Dahlia tilts her head, perfectly playing her part, “I think it’s more delusional to tell your child who they are, instead of listening to them.”

“Young lady,” Beck’s father straightens up. When she feels Beck flinch, Dahlia straightens to meet him. “I’m not sure what he has told you, but he is a boy. He has a penis--”

“Yes, I’m very familiar with it.” Dahlia’s cool response shocks their stepmother. “However, their genitalia does not determine their gender.”

“Everything okay over here?” A gruff voice asks. Beck relaxes as a scarred hand rests on their shoulder.

“Ah, security, thank goodness,” Their stepmother gives the young couple a rueful smile. Only to be confused by the smile on Beck’s face. “Throw them-“

“First,” Jason interrupts, “I’m not security. Second, I wasn’t talking to you. Mija, ¿está bien?”

“Sí, Papá. Ellos son las Padres de Beck. Dicen que Beck es un chico porque tiene un pene.”

Jason nods, turning to the parents, “You two need to leave—“

“You aren’t security—“

“I know Bruce Wayne—”

Cutting their father off, Jason narrows his eyes, “Funny so do I. Maybe I didn’t introduce myself. Jason Todd, Bruce’s second eldest son. I’m sure if you know my adopted father you know my brothers? Richard, Timothy, and Damian? Or maybe my sisters, Cassandra and Helena? Surely you know my stepmother, Selina.”

Has their father ever turned that color? Beck doesn’t remember. Jason continues on, “If you know Bruce, then I’m sure you know Wayne Enterprises does a lot of work with LGBTQIA+ youth, including donating a substantial amount to shelters for kids kicked out of their homes.”

“He chose—“

“No. You didn’t give them a choice. From my understanding, Beck was told to ‘get over it or get out.’”

“What I said to my son was—“

“They stopped being your kid when they walked out the door. Yeah, you’re right on one thing. Beck chose to leave. They chose to be happy, to be themselves. A good parent wouldn’t have let them go.” Jason glances at the security guards approaching them. “Could you remove these two please? They’re being hostile to my daughter and her partner.”

“Now, see here—“

“I’m trying my best.” Dahlia sighs dramatically, arm still around Beck’s waist. Beck watches as their parents are led away, chest tightening painfully.

“You okay, kid?” Jason asks. Nodding, Beck tries to find their voice, find the right words. Instead…the seasoned mercenary pulls the young thief into a hug. “No one talks to you or about you like that, okay? I’ll give you shit for dating my kid, but you’re family.”

Beck hugs him back, finding their voice, “Thank you…”

The words feel too small, but clearly they’re enough for the smile on Jason’s face when he pulls back. Dahlia’s warm hand slides into Beck’s, one around their upper arm, “C’mon, cute face. Time to show me some of your sweet moves.”

“Chiquita—“ Jason snorts.

“Lo sé, Papá.”

Beck lets Dahlia pull them to the dance floor. Lets her arms wrap around their neck, as theirs slide around her waist, swaying to the slow song. They take in her face, the dimples that appear as she smiles, her beautiful clouded eyes.

She’s so beautiful. In face, mind, body, soul, every part of her ja so beautiful. As she rises to her tiptoes, brushing her lips against theirs, Beck can only hope the two of them have more time together.

Preferably the rest of their lives.