#wonderful! because you look Bonita <3

[blingblong55]

✨Hello✨ I would like some Headcannons of 141 + könig with a gen z reader who's on the older side (like, 20-25) at first they were besties with soap, but then they became good friends with everyone. They are one of the very few people who can bother the shit out of ghost and live to tell the tale. All of 141 and könig have had their nails painted/makeup done by reader, and once a week AT LEAST, reader and the 141 + könig have a ✨ s p a d a y ✨ face mask, manicures, pedicures, you name it and the reader, 141 + könig have probably done it. Reader is also ver affectionate. Their name can be whatever you want it to be. Have a good day/night, eat, drink water, and don't overwork yourself or I'll find you and hit you with a steel frying pan. Love ya 😁

I love the way you show your love for me!!

Material Girl- 141+König

Not a proper hc...I think (idk my brain isn't braining rn)

Gn!reader! Smut at the end so warning!!

It's been forever since you arrived at base. 141, mainly Ghost nicknamed you rooks, short for rookie, also short like you. "Sergeant rooks, get over here." "rooks you sure 'bout this?" "Hey rooks, wanna hang out" god did it exhaust you, but it was all banter. Nothing more.

Soap soon after you had arrived at base became your best friend, only friend in the eye of others. He knew almost everything of the tiny rookie that had become his friend. Price didn't get it at first. How someone so smart as you had befriended his Scott soldier. But soon after seeing you and him explode different things around base he understood, "not about the level of knowledge but by how dumb they both are." It took 5 months for them all to be open to you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"ghost...ghost...heeeeyyyyy ghooossstttt" you whispered yelled (does that make sense? hope it does)

"yes rooks?" His voice hinting at his frustration.

You jumped from behind and made him jump. "Just wanting to see if you were still alive" "3 laps around base, go"

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And after much fight, he got used to you. Always making extra coffee for the days he knew you'd be around the most. He felt like a teacher with you and soap around. "If you do that, don't ya think it'll explode" then he saw your wheels turn. "that'll be awesome!"

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"fuck off Janet. im not goin to your fucking baby shower?"

"Who the fucks is that sergeant?"

Man did you annoy him with quotes from tiktok, but he loved how every time you would laugh at literal dark jokes, others would consider a sigh of a mental illness. "Die bitch...dieeee!!" You said as he killed a spider. He soon chased you with it. And as always you cried a little.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When the team found you stressed after a mission, they asked soap what a day off in your life looked like. "They better thank us for this." Price sighed as he, ghost and König prepared the common room to seem like a comfy living space.

"Ghost, you're next..what color would you like?" you looked up at him, annoyance leaked from his eyes. "Black..all black" You look around your kit, "I have glittery black? will that work?" your curious eyes starring at his, "fine" he responded. Gaz took pictures and sent them to the group chat, the same one he left because of your stupid daily memes.

"This is worse than torture."

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" you smiled as you carefully painted his nails. He hesitated, "I feel bonita" . "Wonderful because you look Bonita!" you squealed, your hands cheerfully in the air.

Then it was König's turn, "nails or makeup mister?" you kindly asked. "pick makeup, their skin care routine after the removal makes your skin so smooth." gaz said as he caressed his own face. "Makeup, but just do my eyes please, ja?" You understood why his request was so odd, but you complied. Once you did his eyes: "gosh you look prettier than me, König!" he blushed at your comment. "Lift your mask, and I'll do your lips, want to see how pretty this shade will look on my pretty boy." you made way as he lifted his mask, "Pretty, pretty lips" his smile giving him away.

"Price?" "m'fine with the nails, thanks"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a Wednesday night, that you and the team designated for spa days. You bought them those soft hair bands with different shapes and colors. Ghost and König agreed on wearing surgical masks just for this activity. All of the tough soldiers reclined on sofas as you went around and applied face masks and cucumber for aesthetics. ----

Soap enjoyed how your hands would massage his hair. It was something you had mentioned, when he applied black war paint on his hair and you gasped. "If you want hair masks just ask Johnny! don't gotta kill me with this!" you exclaimed on the field.

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They all had robes on, you even ordered those foot massager machines for them. And when you were done with their masks, you would lay on the floor with pillows around. You read, and sprayed the room with different aromas. Sometimes when you felt hippie enough you would walk around with incense.

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It was the only time you went around taking pictures, they soon found out because you accidentally airdropped one to Gaz, who made it his profile on the group chat.

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"it smells horrible" ghost would say, "shh im cleansing you honey" your calm voice making him more scared, what if you accidentally lit him on fire, something that soap had done to gaz when he too felt like a hippie.

"thank you hase (bunny)" König would always keep you close when this whole thing was happening, his excuse was that your body heat was comfortable to him, in reality, he just needed an excuse to have you near.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a routine that you had created with them. For Ghost and König, you always spent the nights with either of them, you would stay up and wait until they needed you. Hugs from these two were the best. Soldiers stared and they would give them 'the' look. (you comment on this..I kill what you love)

"König it's time for hugs!" you jumped and he catched you, your head on his chest, "You are kind mein König," you used that only when he needed to be brought back after a tough mission.

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Soap and you had physical touch as love language, so showing him your affection was easy. You'd give his hands a squeeze or rubbed his shoulders and this man would just stand there, taking all the affection you could give. Sometimes it was him who would hug you so tight, you thought you might pass out.

"too much love" you would remind him. "m'sorry, felt like giving it all today" he would chuckle.

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Price was different, this man needed affection when having smoke competitions.

"learned this one on tiktok," you inhaled and perfect circle flew around. "S'good, getting better." He would stare in amusement as the circle of smoke disappeared. But at times he did need a hug. So when the day needed a little snuggle, he would approach you. "Feeling a little cold today, you?" and you would just hug him tight. "Do you feel my love?" you smiled as your face was deep in his man boobs (man am I a whore for man boobs..so squishy and shit)

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Gaz needed affection in fun ways. So every morning you would send him memes, or tease him about something. "S'not funny." "My uncle broke his neck tap-dancing once." and back to giggles it was. At times since you and him were somewhat the same age, you'd send tiktoks to one another.

"Gaz can you serve" He would pose and you'd laugh, "no like serve your country" and he'd salute. "Fucks sake was that." ghost would whisper to Price. "Maybe if we don't move, they won't notice us."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(please tell me this is what you meant when you said "done it" cuz if not,,,them im putting myself on blast here)

NSWF(kinda) MINORS DNI!!!

MANHANDLED im telling you!!!

These man were starving for some sex. So when the opportunity rose, you as a decent person, homie hopped. (I would too, so no shame here)

It first started with Ghost, then König. Then the two men with you(yes..threesome bc we only live once). Soap would probably find the three of you fucking. It would be on accident though. He was walking around base when he heard you scream, and when he opened the door you were in between the two big men.

After a week of witnessing the naked horrors of his superior and friends he would talk to you. "I was tempted." you confessed. "Mind doing me next?" he bluntly said. "I mean, would you be up for it?" "Now? or later?" he looked at you, soon later it was you and him and the same room he had caught you in.

Then like a good father and son, price and gaz shared you. And I mean SHARED. You didn't hesitate, mainly because you had a thing for gaz since the beginning, but price was more of a fantasy that turned real.

It took a little bit of convincing, and a lot of drinking and smoking (green plant activities ) to be in the presence on them all.

Gang bang? anyone? Anyways, it was a sworn secret that was called a one time thing. But after the 3rd time of the one time thing it was just a team building exercise for sure. (monthly so you would be able to walk properly)However after every mission Ghost and König would fuck the anger off of their system. Price understood why you wouldn't be able to make it to some training days, those were also the days he had fun with "excuse or not you better pay your debt"

tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

A/N: please tell me you understood why the title is that?

[diamondzoey]

Fan-gators and crocs incorrect quotes!

Mara : What the hell was that?

Siobhan : *picks up a flashlight* Only one way to find out!

Damon : Wait a minute! You don’t go TOWARDS the spooky scary banging!

Dermot : Yes we do, Damon . We always do.

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-when Sophia gets her hands on makeup-

Sophia with an eye shadow palette in her hands: do or do you not feel Bonita?

Ghary who has makeup on him and a bow clip in his hair:..I feel Bonita

Sophia who claps her hands and smiles: Wonderful because you look Bonita!

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During a game of Hangman*

Delta: Nope, there’s no Q. You lose.

Clover: Are you kidding me?! You can still add something!

Delta: I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!

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Delilah: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Wildflower: *crouches down*

Basil: *kneels down*

Siobhan : *sits on the floor*

Delilah:

Delilah: I hate all of you.

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*

Ghary: Rude.

Billy: That's fair.

Siobhan : Not again.

Daisy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Ghary: *coughs blood*

Lorelai : Don't die, Ghary!

Ghary: Don't tell me what to do!

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*The squad is playing a team sport*

Wildflower : Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Damon ?

Dermot : Have you ever played a game with Damon ?

Wildflower : No…

Dermot : Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Damon , chasing Cerise : I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

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Sophia, with her hands cupped over each other: I found a cool spider!

Lorelai : Oh? Lemme see!

Sophia , opening her hands to see nothing there: …hm.

Damon : …where’s the spider.

Sophia: *looks troubled and stares at their hands*

Lorelai : Oh no.

Damon : SOPHIA , WHERE’S THE SPIDER?!

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Daisy: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly?

Lusin : It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

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Lorelai : Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside?

Rhonda : Not it!

Kinsou : Not it!

Lorelai : ...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.

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Gators and crocs in this one

Lorelai , Damon and Mara- @tiefling-chaos

Siobhan- @idontevenknow7878

Dermot- @rozeliyawashereyall

Ghary- @anniekinsart

Sophia- @diamondzoey (me :3)

Clover and delta- @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid

Wildflower- @aspenm00n

Basil- @lightdragon789

Billy- @alexrayva

Lusin and kinsou- @strayharmony943

Daisy- @goblinfrog-day

Cerise- @littlesiren79

Delilah- @gatorboys22

Rhonda- @willowve01

[latinapoetbts]

New Years Eve - KTH > Y/N [Latina] Short OS

Summary : * Smut, 18 + Y/N and Tae Hyung are old friends. You have been in love with him since you first laid eye on him since middle school. Keeping a friendship and controlling your feelings for him had been hard. It had been four years since you had last seen him and now you are visiting your home town for the New Years holidays. Find out what happen between the two of you once you see each other again. Part 1: You had not been back home in 4 years, or what you considered home in high school.  You were excited and happy to see old friends. It had been two years since your father had passed and so the only reason you came “home” was to see your best friends that were like family. You knew your friends would be a great support system for you during the holidays. The plans for your five day stay were set. You were staying at your best friend Jay’s home. She was thrilled to have you, you both had been friends since middle school, she was like a sister to you. The first night would include dinner with friends followed by latin dancing. The next two days were for hanging out and lastly the New Years Time Square drop with friends. Jay picked you up from the airport and drove you home. You guys spent the next few hours talking and getting ready for the dinner party. At least 20 of your good friends from high school had RSVP. Both of you were looking forward to catching up with everyone. 

“Is he coming, y/n?” Jay asked you.

“Uh, no he isn’t because I didn't ask him. Besides he doesn’t even know I’m here, so it doesn’t really matter”. You were hoping she would not ask anything else about him.

“Why are you being like this y/n? Just call him, I bet he’d be happy to come and see you. I remember the last time he was so upset that you didn't tell him you were home.” You scoffed at the memory of the conversation you had with him that day 4 years ago, his voice raised, nearly shouting at you, ‘...didn't you think I’d want to see you? How can you be so selfish...’. Yet nearly 4 years later and that was one of the last times you both ever spoke to each other. Anger and pain flared up in you thinking about all the time that had passed without one single call or text from him. 

“Jay, I don’t want to ask him, I’m sure he's busy.” 

“Y/n if you don’t call him I will and I don’t care if it embarasses you”. You knew she meant it, Jay always spoke her mind and did exactly what she said she would do.

“Ok, Ok, I’ll do it right now.”  You grabbed your cell phone and scrolled your list of contacts stopping on Tae Hyung. You felt a pit in your stomach forming from nervousness. You were angry and hurt but at the same time you could not deny that your heart still belonged to him. You had told him once before in a drunk 3 am phone call, that he was like an incurable disease that your only relief was to get as far away from him as possible. Which is a large part of the reason you chose to go to college in California. You let out a deep breath and started the call. 

“Hey you,” It had been roughly four years since you had heard his deep sultry voice and you were trembling just at the sound of it. You noticed their seem to be a hit of excitement in his tone. You spoke, your voice lacking confidence.

“Hi Tae Hyung, It's me, y/n”.

“I know I have your number in my contact list”.

“Oh... Right, So... what are you doing right now?” you ask trying to sound more confident.

“I’m about to watch a movie with someone, just finished buying tickets.” You wondered if he was on a date. 

“Oh...I see.. I'm sorry I’m bothering you.... I’ll let you go.” You fumbled your words.

“No your fine your not bothering me, I knew it was you and I wanted to answer. If you were bothering me I wouldn’t have answered. ” That put a smile on your face. 

“Oh, ok well I’ll be quick then. I’m in town right now and I have a dinner set with some friends from high school at 8 tonight at Bonita’s Taqueria if you want to come. If not its cool I know you're busy,” you quickly try to give him a reason not to come. 

“I’ll be there put me down for two. Just text me the address. “ You were surprised by his answer and absolutely bursting with excitement and nervousness. You said goodbye texted him the address and decided to work a little harder on looking hot for the dinner party. Jay helped with your makeup and hair and let you borrow a low v neck top.

“Girl you gotta be looking sexy tonight by accentation all your assets and you have plenty of them”. You laughed and blushed at the same time. 

“Jay he is bringing someone, I'm sure it’s a girlfriend”. Your heart sank slightly even admitting that.

“So, it's not like he's married”. You shake your head at your best friend she was wild. You secretly wished whoever he brought was pregnant, hoping that extremity would help you move on from him. 

*************

You both arrive at the restaurant and see nearly everyone seated already. You both give hugs to everyone. You sit with your back to the entrance your stomach doing somersaults with anticipation of him coming. Maybe he won't come you thought hoping that might calm your nerves. That’s when you felt it, a chill throughout your body and your stomach contract, all you could think was, you knew he was there you could feel him. You even tell Jay, I think he’s here now, walking up. She laughed and then paused for a moment. 

“Damn girl that is some psychic stuff there yup he is walking up now just about to get to the door to come inside.” You take in a few deep breaths and turn to meet his gaze. You stand.

“Hi Tae Hyung” you say as you approach him leaving space between the two of you.

“Hi y/n!” he says as he pulls you in for a tight embrace that nearly took your breath away. You let go and take him in. He had grown taller and had really filled in. He was even more gorgeous than before. He was no longer the tall scrawny 18 year you had left behind. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of you from your head to your toes. He did not even attempt to hide his long pause at your chest. You wondered if he could tell you were blushing. 

“Oh ya...this in my cousin Jin. you might remember him.” You greated Jin.

“Yes I do remember you it's been a long time”.  You take a seat at the table and Tae chooses to sit directly across from you. He removes his black leather jacket and you take in more of his broad shoulders and firm chest. You both engage in small talk and you are barely able to keep eye contact with him. You hoped he did not notice how nervous you were around him. Slowly it started to feel like old times as the two of you bantered back and forth about your days in high school together, nearly appearing to be flirtatious. You tell him about the plans to go latin dancing and how everyone is going.

“I really would love to and I wish I could go but I have work tomorrow early, so I can’t. But I really want to see you again before you leave. Are there any plans I can just crash, even New Years eve, I don’t have anything super important that night?” You think for a movement.

“We are going to see the ball drop downtown at Times square. If you want to come?” You tell him. You watch him pause for a moment in thought.

“Maybe, I’ll let you know, I was hoping it would be something a little more low key so we can actually talk more.” You swallow taken aback by what he had just said that he wanted to be able to talk with you more. 

“Who all is going?” he asked, looking around the table.

“Um at least 14 from here tonight.” You tell him biting my lip. He is silent and you could tell his mind was deep in thought as he stared off in the stance deep in his own mind. 

“hmm...I have an idea.” He stands up and hollers for everyone's attention. Everyone turns to face him.

“I want to formally invite you guys to a New Years Eve party at my new apartment. It has a great view of the ball drop.  Drinks on me!” The table roared with cheers and drinks raised to Tae Hyung. You were very surprised at his sudden invitation and puzzled on why the sudden party plan when he originally sad said he had no special plans? Your heart begins to flutter uncontrollably at the idea not the possibility that his spontaneous idea was spurred on because of you. You felt like you would combust but quickly tried to push the idea out of your mind. You think to yourself, ‘he is probably having so much fun meeting up with old friends that he wants to get together again, it's silly for you to think he’d do all this for you’. You drank from your margarita trying to get your mind off him. The dinner came to an end and Tae Hyung insist on paying the bill for you and Jay. But you forcefully decline and thank him. After you paid your bill you talked with the group going Latin dance and agreed the group would start heading that way. You watched as Tae Hyung said his goodbye to everyone. You waited patiently and nervously afraid to make the first move in initiating the departure. 

“Y/N where did you park?” 

“We are in the furthest part of the parking lot”. 

“I’ll walk you there,” You smile up at him.

“Y/N I’m going to use the bathroom, don’t wait up I’ll meet you at the car,” Jat says winking at you. You turn to face Tae Hyung.

“Sure.” You say as walk alongside you.

“Y/N, I had a really good time with you tonight. I’m glad you decided to call me and let me know you where home this time and glad you invited me to dinner”. Hearing what he just said struck a chord in you. You felt a tingle of giddiness at his acknowledgement of his enjoyment of being with you but also a slight pain knowing 4 years had passed without him ever trying to contact you. Your heart was drowning in his soft words but you also felt slightly angry. 

“Ya me too, I really appreciate you coming out with such short notice. I honestly didn't think you’d come, I didn't  think you’d want to see me after 4 years with no contact not even a birthday text…But...” You tried to sound casual but your words fail you. 

“Y/N, that is one of my biggest regrets, not ever calling you and staying in touch, but please don’t put it all on me, the phone works two ways and I’m here now. I’d hope you’d realise the reason behind this party was you.” You looked up at him, tears nearly threatened to escape your eyes. You were shocked at the tenderness you were hearing. You could not believe that he was throwing this party for you. You try to hold back your emotions, ‘don’t get too wrapped up in this remember the promises he made last time’. 

“Well Tae Hyung I’m not sure why you would go out of your way to throw a New Years Eve party for the sole purpose to hang out with me. It sounds suspicious if you ask me.” You try to sound non threatening and playful to light up the whirl of emotions you were experiencing inside of you. 

“Your suspicious of my intentions Y/N? Really? We have been friends since middle school, what did you have in mind that I might do?” He smirks one eyebrow raised.

You attempt to fight back your nervousness. His comment reminding you of old times but with a new twist, forward flirtation. You both had always flirted since middle school but in an immature way, playing jokes on one another each time upping the aunty. Pushing each other in the pools, painting each others faces during a nap. Snowball fights followed by wrestling always ending by you being pinned down to the ground him straddling you hands pinned above your head. Always remaining in that position until you surrendered to his request. You calling him “Taedaddy”. A smile forms on your lips from the memories. 

“Well I don’t know, you're capable of anything. Perhaps retribution for the last prank before I left to California? If I remember correctly I bested you for sure. My only regret was not being there to see your face.” I laughed but also felt a tinge of blush to my face. The details of that prank resurfacing in your mind. A bit of regret after hearing the words leaving your mouth. Imaging what you might have just insinuated that might as well be considered an invitation. 

“Ah, yes y/n not that I ever have forgotten but I am glad it is now fresh on my mind. You’re right you may have bested me but less you forget I don’t get mad I get even and when I do…”. He neared your face dangerously close to your lips. His almond shaped eyes locking with you. You held his gaze interrupting him. 

“Yes, I know, it will be 3 times worse”. You roll your eyes, “I’m starting to consider alternative plans” You giggle trying to lighten sexual tension arising within you. 

“Oh no y/n it would not be a party without the honored guest and you won't want to miss this, I won't allow it...” he says his lips now grazing against your ear, his body inches from yours, your back now cornered against your car.  What is going on you wonder to yourself, why was he being this flirtatious. You definitely felt nervous, slightly breathless and a slight sense of eroticness pooled deep within. All the years of playful banter and jokes you shared together he had never whisper heavy breathes into you ear or hover his lips inches from yours. The gleam in his eyes was like nothing you’d ever seen before. You were not sure how to respond.  Finally your body responds. You place your hands firmly on his taunt chest and push him away as hard as you can sliding from underneath his frame. 

“Tae Hyung, shut up you're so damn dramatic if you think that is supposed to scare me, you don’t know me at all.” You laugh trying to change the mood and swat his arm. He breaks his aroua and laughs.

“Ok but you have to be their or I’m going to just assume your chicken.” He smiled coly.

“Of course I’ll be there” you opened the car door.

“Hey…” He grabs your arm and brings you into a warm embrace. You respond hugging him back just as tightly.

“Y/n you can't get away from me without a hug...I won't allow anything less. “ You melted into his embrace. You both pull away as you hear Jay greet the two of you. He says goodbye closes your car door and walks away.

“Ok y/n was was that? I thought you guys were kissing from where I was standing!”. You giggled.

“No, girl he was just you know being Tae Hyung, trying to “dominate” me all the time like he owns me. Whatever, I ended everything with the best prank. So I won in the end.” You laughed as you started the car and drove off.

“Oh yes, girl I remember you sending me that picture. It was fucking funny. I can’t believe you were able to tie him to the bed shirtless and then write that he sucks the best dick ever, followed by “call for a good time”, dumbass for getting that drunk.” You laughed harder but stopped and felt your face flush when the idea of him tying you to the bed for revenge sounded delightful. You danced the night away at the club with friends and slept in the following morning.

[tai-janai]

smitten: do you or do you not feel bonita :3

skeptic: ... I feel bonita.

smitten: Wonderful! Because you look bonita !! 🩷🩷🌸🌸🌸🌼🌼🌼💐💐

[theroseceleste]

Pilot Miguel - Part 3 - Te Necesito

It's your first full day in Acapulco and you wake up to a rather... interesting surprise...

Word count - 3740

Contains : Mentions of smut (steamy moment and mention of masturbation

This fic will have smut, but not in this chapter. Minors DNI

Enjoy! xx

Part 1 Part 2

If you enjoy this fic, please consider liking, commenting or re-blogging. Many thanks xx

You wake the next morning. Your room is almost pitch black apart from the slight glow around the blackout curtains. The gentle hum of air conditioning has been a constant noise all night, keeping you comfortable as you sleep peacefully.

The plans for today consist of eating, relaxing and sunbathing. Maybe throw in a dash of swimming in the hotel’s large, curvy pool, complete with its own waterfall feature.

Your phone buzzes as your Do Not Disturb disables itself. Picking it up, you check to see what notifications you have missed. Some are from Instagram - bound to be some late responses to your snaps of the beach you took yesterday. Oh… hang on… you also have several massages from… Miguel?

Your heart pounds as you wonder what his messages contained. Looking at the number of notifications, it seems odd that a quiet and reserved character suddenly had a lot to say to send ten texts.

The Messages app loads and you tap on your conversation with him and your jaw drops. You start reading the first text from him. And the next - and the next…

“I think I like you.”

“No. I know I like you.”

“Actually, I want u.”

“I neeed youu.”

“Fuk texting is hard when ur drunk, hanng om”

Your mind races even more when you see the next messages aren’t texts - they’re voice notes!

A shaky manicured finger presses play on the first one and you’re instantly met with a loud moan.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for being a dick this morning. Just wanted to get that off my chest— mhmm…” he pauses for a second to take a heavy, shaky breath.

There are certain indistinguishable noises in the background, giving you a sneaking suspicion he’s in the middle of something…

“You smell so good by the way. I want to sniff that pretty neck of yours before I kiss it, bite it— mhmmm… suck on it.”

Those words, those moans… they go straight to your core. And you're certain by now he was playing with himself as he sent that voice note.

You press play on the next one.

“(Y/N), I want to hear your pretty little voice call out my name. I’ve not heard you bless me with that gift yet and I’m dying to hear it. Mhhhmmfuuuck…”

You don’t know what’s sexier, the desperate words of his desire, or his lusty moans. A series of strong, delicious pulses radiate from your core.

You press play on the next one.

“Chiquita, por favor. Escuchame. Mhmm… sí… sí…” (Little one, please. Listen to me. Yes… yes)

His voice breaks as he clearly put more effort into what he was doing. You can hear the jangling of the metallic links in his watch strap with every aggressive stroke.

The level of sexy turns up a notch too as he introduces speaking Spanish to you.

“Mi bonita, Parker’s right - don’t tell him I said that though. I need a damn good fuck and I want it with you so fucking bad-! Mierda! Por favor - mi chiquita - por fav-“

The message ends abruptly, and you see why, because the next and final communication from him is an actual video.

Pressing play, you see a bleary eyed, slightly dazed Miguel, lips parted as he moans exquisitely.

“Bonita…” he pants heavily, “you did this, bonita…”

He turns the camera to span down his defined chest, toned abs and then to his hips as he lays flat on his bed. You can’t stop yourself from squealing in absolute shock as you see his massive, hard cock twitching and dripping with his cum. Then the camera returns to his face.

“Te necesito…” (I need you)

The video ends. You stare at the final image, the cell phone screen glaring back into your face. His words circling your mind like a sexy carousel, making you press your thighs together.

This is outrageously insane. You’re certain that he’s going to wake up this morning and regret the whole thing. He’ll never be able to look you in the eye again. Fuck, you won’t ever see him in the same light either…

You have heard, and seen him in an extremely vulnerable and intimate moment. A feeling of guilt flashes through you as you know you kept listening and watching when you didn’t have to. But you were curious, not to mention you’re now left feeling incredibly turned on by it all.

After showering, you pick up your favourite bikini from your case and put it on. Then you grab an almost see through dress that is supposed to be worn over the top of your swimsuit. The smooth material caresses your skin as you walk, leaving your room.

Your eyes flit over to Miguel’s door as you feel tempted to knock. But he’s probably nursing a hangover and won’t thank you for the disturbance.

The sound of your flip flops slapping the underside of your feet with every step echoes down the corridor before you stop to summon the lift.

Miguel lays on his front, sprawled out on the bed, head buried in his pillow. His massive biceps flex as his arms support the underside of the soft bag of feathers, cradling him as he sleeps. The clean, white bed sheet drapes over his perfectly shaped ass, leaving his broad shoulders and back exposed to the conditioned air.

Eventually the repetitive sound of his phone buzzing finally disturbs his slumber. A deep, muffled groan comes out from somewhere within the pillow.

His head pounds. Five beers might have been too much for someone who doesn’t really drink all that often. He was desperate last night to forget. Forget about the crappy divorce stuff, forget about his disappointing life. Now, he regrets being so stupid thinking that beer will solve his problems.

The phone buzzes again and a swift hand swipes it from the table before he rolls onto his back, making the room spin.

He unlocks his phone after picking it up. Big mistake. The bright glare went directly into his brain.

“Shit…” he grumbles as he squints.

Then he feels his blood drain from his face. If he wasn’t lying down he might have passed out.

Before him, on his phone are ten messages sent from him to you the night before. Ten highly embarrassing and downright shocking revelations sent your way and he hardly remembers doing it.

He squirms as he sees he actually sent a video. This can’t be good… A large index finger clumsily prods the play button and he watches himself back, almost dropping his phone when the video shows his spent cock. He locks the device instantly and presses it facedown against the mattress.

“SHIT!”

Panic rises within him as his large hands cover his face, to hide himself from the shame.

Maybe you haven’t seen it yet… Grabbing the phone once more, he unlocks it, swears at how bright his screen is again and sees that you left the messages on read almost two hours ago.

“FUCK!”

What an absolute mess. What the hell is he going to do? He half expects an email from HR after you, quite understandably so, report him for being highly inappropriate.

One day. One fucking day into his new job and he’s done something totally fucking stupid like this. Could this be a new fastest record for getting fired?

He has to think of damage control, and quickly. But how can he come back from this? He has shared his beer fuelled, explicit desires and bared all - quite literally to you.

He plays his voice notes back, to know exactly what he said to you. The level of cringe he feels is so awful, he wishes the mattress of his bed will open up and swallow him whole.

The fact you left it on read too, he worries you might have passed out in shock. But then again, what could you possibly say in return to make him feel better? Maybe that you want him too…?

Miguel shakes his head - and instantly regrets it as a large painful throb pulsed within his skull. No! He was drunk last night. That’s all it was. That was the beer talking. It was only yesterday that he stopped being someone else’s husband. It is far too soon. But it's no good telling himself that. He’s got to find you and put things right.

Ten minutes later, he leaves his room, stuffing his phone and keycard in his pockets and straightens his light blue button up t-shirt.

As he stands in the descending lift, he nervously thinks about what he’s going to say. That’s if he can find you. You said you were intending on doing nothing. Perhaps he should have checked your room first, but there might not be anything stopping him from retreating back into his room again like a coward.

He tries the bar first but it’s empty. Next, he goes to the first floor and walks out of the lobby to search the pool area. Ahead of him is a bridge that spans across the pool, leading to the beach. As he walks, his head turns left and right, looking at the few sun lounger occupants.

Panic sets in as he eventually spots you to his left, his heart beating wildly in his chest and his stomach twisting into knots.

You look different, almost unrecognisable with your hair down, no makeup and… wearing a sexy bikini that barely covers your body.

His panic and hesitation overrides his brain. He keeps walking, hoping you don’t see him and he can pretend to go for a walk on the beach. Meanwhile, his gaze remains on you. Partially watching to see if you do look up at him but also checking you out.

He knows he should be approaching the bridge by now, but it never comes. His dumb ass veers slightly to the left of it and steps out over nothing but water.

Every muscle jars as he can’t feel the floor beneath his striding foot but it’s too late, his momentum has carried him too far forward to pull back.

Your eyes suddenly snap open when you hear a short yelp and a large splash right after. Sitting up, the book you had been reading falls off your chest and into your lap.

The water rocks violently at the epicentre of the splash, waves ripple outwards to calmer parts of the pool. Suddenly an absolutely drenched man stands up gasping for breath as his soaked clothes cling tightly to his body, particularly around his chest, waist and hips.

You clasp your hands over your mouth when you see that it’s Miguel. Rising from the sun lounger, you begin to make your way to the poolside.

As you approach, you hear the uttering of bad language, both in English and Spanish coming from him as he wipes his sopping wet hair from his face.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” you ask, the shock of the moment temporarily replacing the memory of what you saw this morning.

Kneeling on the side of the pool, you reach out for him so you can help him out. But he doesn’t take your hand. You know for yourself that he’s not going to drown, the water he stands in only comes up to the top of his legs, which would be the height of your waist.

“I’m fine…” he splutters as he places his hands on the side of the pool next to you and in one swift movement, he’s out and standing - something only shorties like yourself can only dream of doing.

As you stand up again, he pats his drenched shorts to check his pockets for his phone and key. They’re still there. He pulls out the smart device and inspects it.

“Oh God, is your phone ruined?”

His thumb presses the lock button to wake it up. The screen comes on just fine.

“Looks to be okay, it’s waterproof so it better be…”

His voice trails off. As he suspected, he can’t look you in the eye. How come you haven’t come up to him and slapped him? You’re being so sweet and caring. He feels you’d be easier to deal with if you were mad.

“Let’s get you back to your room so you can change,” you suggest as you feel water dripping from his clothes and splashing against the slabs beside the pool.

“I’m - I’m fine…” Miguel replies trying to step away but you catch his lower arm.

“Don’t be silly, look at the state of you! You’re soaked. Come on. I insist.”

He groans with reluctance but he lets you quickly grab your things from your sun lounger and return to him.

As the both of you walk side by side back into the hotel, there’s an embarrassing squelch with every one of his footsteps in his flip flops. Observing him as he enters the lift, you see him flinch at the bright lights.

“Hungover?” you ask as your eyes wander over his soaked frame, taking in every curve of his muscles and beads of pool water resting amongst the fine hairs on his firm, soft skin.

“Hmm…” he hums in response with a gentle nod, still not looking at you.

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” you reply as you both step out of lift after it arrives on your floor.

“(Y/N), we need to talk,” Miguel suddenly blurts out as you’re about to press your keycard into your door.

You knew this was coming and you pause before opening the door to your room.

“I know, but let’s get you dry first.”

After grabbing some painkillers for his headache, you enter his open room. He’s already pottering about in his bathroom as you close the door behind you. Two capsules sit next to a bottle of water on his bedside table ready for him to take when he comes out.

As you wait for him, you look around his room. A small collection of Corona bottles sits on the table in front of his bed and some of his clothes lay strewn across the floor

Without thinking, you pick up his pilot shirt, smooth down the creases and hang it up in his little wardrobe space. Next, you pick up his trousers and hang them up neatly too. The purple tie catches your eye, still done up, but loose, also discarded on the floor.

The sound of bare feet padding along the tiled hotel room floor emerges from the ensuite. Miguel, who’s now fully dressed and dry, stops as he watches you pick up his tie, then, his eyes wander to the hangers, holding up his clothes.

“(Y/N), you didn’t need to do that,” he mumbles as he then spots the painkillers you left out for him.

“But, thanks,” he adds, he doesn’t want to sound ungrateful for your help.

The mattress of his bed dips low as he takes a seat, puts both tablets in his mouth and downs them with a large gulp of water.

“You’re welcome,” you reply as you take a seat at the table in his room.

“I’m glad you’re here actually,” he pauses as he moves himself to the end of his bed so he can see you, but keep a good distance between the both of you.

You sit in silence and watch him intently, trying to push the image of the video out of your mind. But with your well practised, approachable demeanour, you keep him calm.

Placing both his huge hands together, as if he’s pleading, he begins to talk.

“First and foremost, I want to apologise for the way I conducted myself last night. It was highly inappropriate of me and I wouldn’t be mad if you have already reported me to HR…” he begins but his hands remain flatly pressed against one another.

“If you haven’t done so already, then I simply ask that you don’t? I know - I have no right to. There is no excuse and it was wrong. I had too much to drink - a rare occurrence for me, I swear.”

He takes a heavy, shaky breath.

“Life has been very sucky lately and I guess I forgot myself…” he pauses as he realises he’s jabbering about his personal life.

“As I said, there’s no excuse. Delete my number, block me, or whatever. It’s one hundred percent justified and I’ll never bother you again.”

Silence falls between the both of you as you take in his apology. You remember seeing that mark on his left ring finger, as if he used to wear a band but has recently taken it off.

“I haven’t gone to HR,” you simply reply, “don’t worry.”

His body practically dissolves at your words of reassurance, the tension within him melts away. He’s not losing his job at least, yet… However he still feels major embarrassment.

“Have you recently gone through a divorce or something?” you ask, his tension returns with a vengeance.

“How did you…?”

“Your ring finger…” you answer his question before he’s even asked it.

Miguel glances down at his left hand. Sure enough, the ghost of his wedding band, clear as day. A visible reminder of his failure. He just simply nods but keeps his gaze off of you.

While you can see he’s clearly feeling bad about his separation, you feel slightly relieved. He’s technically back on the market, if he wishes to be. And maybe when he’s in a better headspace, there may be a chance for you? That’s a nice thought, but something to consider later on. The guy is clearly going through a tough time.

“Is that why you were in a mood during the flight yesterday?”

He thinks for a moment, pondering your question. Taking a deep breath he begins to answer.

“Yes and no. I’m normally like this to be honest. Serious - no messing around, boring I can imagine Parker describing me…”

“Pfft!” you suddenly erupt with laughter.

The Captain is not wrong, that is what Peter would say. A slightly crooked smile breaks across his lips as he hears you laugh. Things can’t be that bad between the both of you and you clearly don’t hate him.

“You and Peter seem pretty close… Are you um…” he starts to ask, but wusses out at the last second, however you realise what he means.

“Oh, God no! He’s funny, yes, charming too, but he’s married and has a kid. We just get on well.”

You said the ‘M word’. His gaze drops again.

“Married huh? Lucky him,” he mumbles, but you’re not sure whether he actually means that or if he’s being sarcastic.

A sympathetic smile spreads across your face.

“I’m sorry that you’re having a terrible time. If you ever need to vent, just text me-”

Miguel suddenly raises his hands to his face and flops against his bed. The image of that video pops into his mind when you mention texting you.

“Ahhh fuck! I can’t believe I did that. I’m such a fucking idiot!”

You stand and approach the foot of his double bed.

“Hey! Hey! It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

You reach and grab his arm to pull him back up, but he’s heavier than you realise.

“I said, it’s fine.”

“But you saw-”

“I know what I saw and it’s fine.”

His head lifts up from the bed as you insist on pulling him up. Parts of him wishes that you were complimenting the part of him that he drunkenly dared to show you last night in his video, but deep down he knows you’re just saying that what happened is water under the bridge.

Finally, the Captain relents and sits back up. The embarrassment still remains, but you have taken the edge off of it.

“So, what are you planning to do tonight then?” you ask as you take a seat next to him on the bed.

“Hmmm…” he hums pensively, “not drinking.”

Another sweet giggle fills the air as you find his response funny.

“You seem more talkative with some beer in you though.”

“Ha! Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a slight chortle.

“No, tonight will be alcohol free. I’m not making that mistake again…”

Miguel falls silent again, his thoughts running away with him.

“Thanks - by the way.”

“For what?”

“Offering to be someone to vent to. I’m not really one to vent and cry on people’s shoulders, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

You give him a gentle nudge with your elbow, making him turn to face you.

“Well, maybe you can try it. New life, new job, new you?”

He huffs as he smiles, showing off his white but slightly crooked teeth. You find his smile cute and makes you feel warm inside, even if it is brief.

“I like that,” he pauses as he thinks about your suggestion.

“Maybe I’ll give it a shot. I’m just not really good at… talking.”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I suppose it doesn’t…”

The back and forth continues between the both of you until you finally fix up plans for the evening. Miguel seems open for another night of quiet dining and socialising with just you, or maybe Peter, at a push.

You decide to give Miguel a break and close the curtains for him so he can take a nap to sleep off his hangover. Before you leave, you give him a gentle pat on the back that partially turns into a soothing rub over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you later…” you whisper to him with a sweet smile and he watches you leave his room.

Now completely alone, his hand goes to his shoulder, tracing his fingers along where you stroked him, trying to replicate that sensation. Eventually he shakes his head, strips off and crawls into bed to take a much needed nap.

Closing your door behind you, you decide to take your phone out and unlock it. Biting your lip, you quietly play the video back again and listen to his voice notes. The desperation and need in his voice does things to you.

It’s not fair that he had all the fun, just thinking about you, and you didn’t get to join in. But your quiet time alone now is going to fix that, as you play those sound files and that video over and over… and over until you come undone to your skillful fingers…

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Persephone: Do you or do you not feel bonita?

Me: -showing her the outfit I've named after her- ....I feel bonita :3 -twirls like a kid-

Persephone: Wonderful, because you look bonita!

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Pierce the Veil - The Jaws of Life Tour

With a slammed house (of blues), the lights dimmed and the Destroy Boys came out. Alexia Roditis first hit the stage and turned up the energy. Destroy Boys reminded me of why bands were formed in the first place, to play music and have fun. There was no shortage of jamming out, nor a shortage of smiles. Even once Violet Mayugba dropped the guitar, Violet was all smiles while screaming into the mic. The Destroy Boys is a band that is taking over the scene and I’m pumped to see them soar to new heights.

If you’re looking for a band with some powerful vocals combined with heavy lyrics that move you emotionally, then search bo further than Dayseeker. The whole set was full of a feeling that’s difficult to describe. It moved me. When Rory began discussing how the song “Neon Graves” was about his father who passed from cancer, it really resonated with me. My father had also passed from brain cancer a few years back and the performance of the song gave me a new sense of peace about it. Needless to say, Dayseeker has been playing nonstop around the house and is especially perfect for late-night drives.

Dayseeker is a post-hardcore band from California that formed in 2012. Their sound reminded me of when rock meets a small amount of synth wave, but only in the best ways. Dayseeker definitely has a bright future ahead of them!

L.S. Dunes wasted no time coming out swinging. With being a supergroup comprised of members from the gnarliest bands of the early 2000s, Coheed and Cambria, Saosin/Circa Survive, Thursday, and My Chemical Romance, it’s no wonder why they’re a true supergroup. Anthony Greens’ energy was never-ending, I assume he drank some of Frank Iero’s Hallowed Grounds coffee from La Paisa Bonita Coffee before the show. He was bouncing left and right and never slowed down. If Frank wasn’t burning down the house shredding, then the other members were. It was nonstop action delivered by each band member and a true success story of why supergroups are called such. These veterans of the scene were one of the best bands that I’ve ever seen.

Although the bill was stacked full of talented acts for support, once Pierce the Veil took the stage, it was obvious that’s who the crowd was pumped to see. I honestly wasn’t sure if I was in the year 2023 anymore, because the crowds attire was that of 2005. Your MySpace top 8 would have been proud. It was pretty awesome seeing young faces dawn on the emo/scene kid styles of the Millennial youth. Kicking off the show with confetti cannons and CO2 blasts, Pierce the Veil wasted no time giving the fans what they wanted. High kicks, high jumps, and a sold-out crowd made an unforgettable night. Even after a few songs had played there was still a veil, or curtains, draped over half the stage until a mid-song pickup dropped them down revealing the band’s banner and unleashing a newfound excitement from the crowd!

Pierce the Veil is an American rock group that was formed in 2006. Their sound has been widely described as metalcore, scene, post-hardcore, and about everything else under the sun. Today, they are still jamming hard and don’t appear to slow down anytime soon with the remaining tour dates below and accompanying Blink 182 next year on tour as support.

Don’t forget to check out the rest of their tour at these remaining dates and locations!

November 21 - Boston, MA - MGM Music Hall at Fenway 25 - Reading, PA - Santander Arena 26 - Columbus, OH - KEMBA Live! 28 - Chesterfield, MO - The Factory 30 - Chicago, IL - Byline Bank Aragon Ballroom

December 2 - Des Moines, IA - Vibrant Music Hall 3 - Minneapolis, MN - The Armory 5 - Oklahoma City, OK - The Criterion 7 - Las Vegas, NV - Brooklyn Bowl 8 - San Diego, CA - Viejas Arena

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Ahh I love thinking about interactions!!!!: Yume reluctantly letting Mitzy do their make up. (insert do you feel Bonita? meme lol) Yume is also affectionate and would have no problem holding hands with them!

Yume and Grace just seem to have a lot in common so I fell like Yume would like being around them! They would go thrifting and look at mugs and tea sets. Yume is good at hyping friends up and would give Grace lots of positive reinforcement! (They are both clumsy bumsy in alchemy class tho lol) Coco just straight up makes Yume at ease and reminds them of Yuuta! Definitely gets that big sibling vibe. He would hide behind her when Floyd comes to mess with him!

I love your designs so much!!! <3

Yume and Mitzy:

Poor Yume…the day you let Mitzy do your makeup is the day you give up your free time to be her guinea pig. If she comes to Ramshackle with new eyeliner or some sparkly eyeshadow, Run. Just run Yume. She’s coming for you 🫵

That meme is just so fitting.

Mitzy: Do you or do you not feel Bonita?

Yume: …I feel Bonita.

Mitzy: Wonderful! BECAUSE YOU LOOK BONITA!

Mitzy would be over the moon if Yume held their hand. Not only just for affection's sake but also for their tendency to squeeze things whenever they get excited. So, I hope Yume is prepared for that.(She has that Floyd-like strength and could probably drag Yume everywhere around the school) But hey, at least they now have a special place in her Bestie Journal! With sparkles and all!

Yume and Grace:

Grace and Yume? No, no, no. I think you meant to call them Divus’ Recurring Migraines. He would be so tired of the both of them but would give them a light punishment since Grace would most definitely vouch for Yume and take most of the blame for her Alchemy Partner’s sake. Just expect to see them mopping the classroom floors together.

THRIFTING FOR TEA SETS AND MUGS!?

Oh Grace would buy a star themed set for Yume if they were to go out to a Thrift Shop. Another person she’ll invite to her tea breaks. They all need to drink Butterfly Pea Flower Tea NOW! Grace would be in such a talkative mood with Yume and the girls.

Along with Yume’s positive reinforcement, Grace would just cherish him so much as a friend. Going so far as to, offer to hold his items and even try helping out with his homework only to blank out at the questions. She needs to brush up on some studies herself.(Trying her best to be useful)

Grace: It’s the least I can do for you. After all, I still need to repay you for helping me clean out that Cauldron. [So much sludge…]

But overall, she’s happy to make a friend that can deal with her as a person.

Yume and Coco:

I keep imagining Yume looking up at a tall looming Coco only for her to say,

Coco: Hey, you…what’s your favorite snack?

Just to buy him something nice at Sam’s Shop. Little does he know, that was Coco’s way of saying they're now part of her family and there’s nothing they can do about it. Big sibling things.🤭

I’m pretty sure if Yume were to ask Coco to use her unique magic on them, she wouldn’t bat an eye once. Because along with her UM’s healing properties it does have a calming after effect that makes the person more energized. Which Yume most definitely needs, especially after what I read. YES IS STILL REMEMBER AND YES I’M STILL RECOVERING!

Oh boy, Coco would be glad to deal with Floyd for Yume. She’ll start stretching, cracking her knuckles and to just turn around to and ask him-

Coco: Wanna see something cool?

Only to fucking German Suplex Floyd into the ground, leaving a crater inside the school hallway. And if Orval happens to walk over it's even better. Now Yume has a free WWE fight happening in front of him. [Insert JJBA Part 5 Meme here of the gang beating up a random man]

Probably texting their brothers while sending some pictures on the side. After that’s done, Coco would just go up to Yume like-

Coco: Wanna grab a soda?

Yume: Um…is Floyd-

Coco: Oh he’s fine. He loves this kind of thing.

And just walks off together to the vending machine, while Orval drags a giggling Floyd to Octavinelle.

Just some fun and silly interactions for The Sirens and Yume.

Thank you for reading this mess lol hope you enjoy it.

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Heyo.

Because you are into Miraculous Ladybug, I was wondering if I could share/tag you in this MLB song I wrote? And if you have any type of creative stuff such as art or fics, we could have a look/share? ^_^

Hello 👋🏻👋🏻

Sorry @luicsings, if you got the notification with just the hello. It mess up and post without me actually replying, and I thought it got accidentally deleted it.

Anyway, yes please do 🙂🙂

I'm surprised with your question 😢😢

But, yes go ahead and share it with me ^^ ^^

Also, everything that I have done is in @arisu-artnfics.

A secondary blog that I'm using as main one ☺☺

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Hello! ♥😀

Thank you very much for liking my stuff 😍 It really made my day. 🙃

If you like, I have more on my sideblog @my-little-phantom 👻

I plan to post my DP x MLP art there. I have new arts and exciting stuff planned for it soon.💫

A good day to you and kudos! ⭐👍🌹

Awwwwww... you're welcome  😁😁 Oh! thank you for that, I may see it, but I’m not that fan of mlp... sometimes if there’s a good crossover on my dash that I see I do normally reblog it but that’s it  😅😅sorry. thank you for the message ^^ ^^ have a good day you too, btw you also did my day  😀😀 Cheers, @arisu-artnfics

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[ayearlaterletters]

Aug 9th - Aug 14th

I am writing this on August 14th and I am still in love with you. I'm still obsessed with you. and I always think about you being inside of me pleasuring me gently. It is currently 9:08 pm and we departed ways not that long ago maybe 30 minutes ago. I had a wonderful weekend with you and I would do it again! Let's recap :) August 8th: We went bowling after Marcus volleyball game. Then we decided to make love in the Bowlero parking lot then sped off to the darkest home depot parking lot to recoup because a random silver lexus decided to pull up in the empty bowlero parking lot. After we recuperated, I believe you took me to Hong Kong for some late-night dinner :) August 9th Friday: You worked in the morning. After your shift, you picked me up around 530pm. that day was a very spontaneous trip to the mall to window shop, grabbed Wetzel's, and some Ding Tea for me. After the mall, we went to Torrey Pines and laid on the beach on your blanket. Then, we made love in your car. I believe I got home around 1am and only rested for 1 hour before having to get ready for my shift.

August 10th Saturday: It was my first day back at work and I was FC curb and Jetbridge queen - I would like to say, Saturday was a good work shift day. I believe after our shifts, you picked me up again around 530 and we went to The Village in North Park, which is literally down the street from me. I had vegan fish tacos and you had a vegan crunch wrap with a margarita. After our meal, I spontaneously wanted to take you to my beach spot in Del Mar by the racetracks and show you the flowers blooming. we didn't get to go because, by the time we arrived, it was already dusk - you said it's your favorite time of the day. We kissed, talked, and stared out into the sky looking at constellations and the reflection of the moon against the ocean waves. After Del Mar, we drove back to Torrey Pines and made love again. After our lovely night, we drove back home. I think i came home like around midnight. August 11th Sunday: I woke up late and arrived at work an hour later. I was kiosk/bag drop and you also went to work too. Sunday, i woke up around 3-4pm, made my way to walmart to buy fruit and cookies, and came to pick you up for the bay day at colorado with the HA family. We took Claudia home after and then we made our way to IB. We walked along the beach and i said I love you and i meant it even though it slipped out accidentally but i meant my word. We finally said i love you. i went home at a reasonable time and went to bed. August 12th Monday: After our shifts, you picked me up around 6pm and we made our way to plaza bonita amc and watched our surprise movie Skincare. After our movie date, you drove to sunset cliffs and we made love for like 1.5 hours. After our love session, we were very hungry and went back to hong kong for to go. i believe i got home around almost midnight so i took a quick bite of my food and went to bed. August 13th Tuesday: you were my Uber boyfriend and got me a delicious breakfast from Starbucks. After my shift, we went to Fig tree cafe and i ordered a vegan omlete with potatoes and a mimosa flight. You ordered some french toast with eggs and bacon. After our lovely brunch date we went to trader joes and you got some flowers for me and my mother and some chocolate bananas. You dropped me off at home and i took a lovely nap. while i took a nap, you went to get a haircut, ran some errands, and cleaned up around your home. I woke up around 330pm and cleaned up my room and kitchen, then packed my overnight bag. you picked me up around 530pm-545pm and we made our way to Murrieta. We had a gossip session with your auntie, and ate pretty late like around 11pm after your hair was done. We made love and fell asleep around 130am. August 14th Wednesday: We woke up around 8am to make love again, fell back asleep around 10am and woke up around 130pm. After leaving your aunt's house, we drove to yardhouse in temecula. After yardhouse, we walked around the mall and got starbucks, wetzels, and Miss Piggy Moo. After walking around the mall, we drove back to san diego but near mirmar base the traffic was increasing so we made a pit stop at feng cha and hung out after the traffic died down. after sunset, then I finally arrived home and we departed ways. now I am speaking to you on the phone and its officially 10pm! goodnight my lover and sweet dreams. until next time. i cant wait to see what the next week will hold for us. i am having so much fun with you. i love you.

I am everything you ever wanted and more. i am your girl.

somebody who doesn't annoy you and is quiet haha

you are my lover. I've been wanting a connection with somebody emotionally, spiritually, and physically. i am physically attracted to you highly, emotionally you make my heart beat, stomach flutter, brain mushy, and tongue-tied, and spiritually I love how you're intuned with yourself on a deeper level. i appreciate you even more when you read my emotions and understand my body language. you are a great boyfriend who understands me. i appreciate you and I love you so much for that baby you have no idea. you're perfect.

goodnight my lover, i love you and sweet dreams.

10:16pm <3

[sesamestreet47]

Hii :)

Congrats on 200 followers! You really deserve it.

My request is a romantic Fluffy but maybe with a bit of angst Camilo x fem Reader based on this song.

Dandelions

thank you for the request <3

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

fluff, comfort, angst, song fic

word count: 5182

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

Maybe it's the way you say my name

Maybe it's the way you play your game

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you

But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

Y/N plopped on the soft grass. The blades were slightly wet because of the morning rain, but she paid them no mind. Drenched clothes were the least of her worries at the moment. She ran her fingers through the grass, feeling it cool down her hot and a bit sweaty palms. Getting some soil under her fingernails, she exhaled sharply. She started picking it out, muttering curses under her nose.

Seeing some water on her hands, she internally wished Señora Pepa a great day from now on, not wanting any more gray clouds. And as her thoughts circled around the ginger-haired woman, she was reminded of her kids. The middle one specifically.

“Ay, get him out of there.” she waved her hands as if trying to swat a bug away that buzzed next to her ear. But the only bugs bothering her were her thoughts about the shapeshifter.

There was something about Camilo. Something that made Y/N fall asleep with him as the last thing on her mind. Whatever it was, she was too afraid to name it because that would mean it was real and she’d have to face it. She was not ready for that yet.

“Dear, Y/N,”

“Oh, sweet Y/N,”

“Eres asombrosa, Y/N,”

“May I, Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N…”

The girl wished he’d stop. The way her name rolled off of his tongue so easily, so smoothly turned her legs into jelly. She never considered her name to be something special. But after she introduced herself to Camilo, a few years back, he changed her mind. He repeated it with a hint of intrigue and curiosity in his voice and she realized how wrong she was. The name just had to be said by someone with a voice like his. One that would make you shiver when low and melt when higher.

Y/N stretched her legs, feeling them falling asleep from not changing her position. She let them sway side to side in order to help her get into that state of nothingness. She looked around, such a cute, little, hidden place she had found. Just for her. Perfect place to unfocus your gaze, play mindlessly with the grass and fallen leaves and just let your mind wander. This was a place where time didn’t exist and you became a frozen statue. Y/N liked to think that she was becoming a statute that stood by the entrance of a beautiful castle. The castle being her mind in this case.

“I wonder if that makes Camilo a prince,” she once said to a butterfly that sat on her finger. “Because he’s always in that damn castle of mine.”

Camilo was great, there was no doubt in that. She knew she wasn’t the only one with that opinion. He was funny, kind, pretty, helpful, knew how to dance and had that smile. Damn, his smile. Someone so sensational was bound to burst through the door of her mind/castle and make himself comfortable there as he would have zero intentions of leaving.

Y/N was just too overwhelmed by the fact that she liked having him there. Dancing in the ballroom of her castle, his laughs and smooth words faintly reached her statue ears made of hard stone.

“Ay, príncipe,” she sighed, her voice dripping with sarcasm as the pet name left her mouth. The girl looked up to the sky. “Never have I thought you’d be the one to rule the kingdom that is my life, you know.”

—

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

“Y/N, bonita, what’s on that pretty mind of yours?” Camilo rested his chin on the back of his hand. His elbow propped on the blue railing just in front of his glowing door. Startled, Y/N looked up from the middle of the ground floor.

Nothing new, just you as always.

“Isabela is,” she answered without missing a beat.

“What-” Camilo’s elbow slipped from the railing and he almost fell over it. But thankfully Casita put him back in place just in time. He looked at Y/N almost terrified. “E-excuse me?”

The girl crossed her arms and snorted. Very amusing reaction, Milo.

“Why not me?”

Wow, aren’t you tired of being there all the freaking time?

Y/N shrugged. “I’m just here to get something from her, then I’m on my way.”

“Oh? What does my prima have that I don’t?” He crossed his legs as now both of his elbows rested on the railing.

“Flowers, Milo. Flowers,”

Camilo hummed. “Okay, that’s fair. Why do you need them? Oh, are you giving someone a bouquet? Who is it? Is it me? Say it’s me,”

He gripped the railing, leaning over it. With a knowing smile, he stared Y/N up and down. Y/N rolled her eyes as she knew he did that just to catch even a faint sign that he made her flustered.

“Camilo, you’re going to fall,” Isabela said, walking out of her room and catching the attention of both teens. “Again.”

Y/N chuckled. Camilo stuck his tongue out at Isa. Isabela ignored him and smiled sweetly at Y/N. Two vines wrapped themselves around Isa’s wrist and she let them take her down.

“The stairs were, like, a foot away,” Camilo muttered.

“There you go, amiga.” Isabela handed Y/N a small pouch. “Your flower seeds.”

“Gracias, Isa,” Y/N said and kissed Isa’s cheek before she started making her way towards the door.

Camilo followed her with his eyes. “Hey! Where’s one for me, mi amor?”

Y/N stopped walking. Her hand gripped the doorknob almost crushing it. That pet name put its finger under her chin and made her gulp as she was forced to look up and come face to face with its meaning.

Mi amor.

Tu amor? Me?

Pretty sure that it might be the other way around…

Oh dios, tu eres mi amor, Camilo.

—

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

“Seeds, seeds, flowers, flowers…” Y/N sang quietly to herself as she emptied the pouch. Letting the seeds fall to the ground everywhere except that spot she liked to sit in.

She liked the field, but after some time she realized it lacked something. Spice. So, what better way to decorate it than with flowers?

There was just a small, little thing she forgot. And that thing was to ask Isa what seeds she gave her. Y/N just said to give her some nice flowers, trusting Isabela that she’d provide just the right ones. It didn’t cross her mind to find out what was in the pouch at the time. To be fair, she wanted to escape Camilo as fast as possible so he wouldn’t be able to make her a flustered mess. She didn’t care about anything else then.

At least she’d have a little surprise once the seeds sprout. And it was a surprise when she arrived at the field a few days afterwards. Not exactly a good one though.

Her once green field was now yellow.

Yellow.

Just like his-

Mierda…

Y/n sighed and plopped down onto her spot. Her throne, she assumed. Although she supposed only royalty got to sit at one. So, she couldn’t call it that. Camilo could though, hm?

She could imagine it easily. Camilo with a smug smile that never failed to make that butterfly in her chest flutter its wings right next to her heart. With eyes full of determination and confidence, but also a glint of mischief. He’d plop on the throne, leaning against its backrest. Not even bothering to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. Oh, he’d definitely make a big fuss about it.

“Mi vida, look at me. Don’t I look so cool? Wanna join me?” was what he’d tell her as he’d wiggle his brows and pat his lap suggestively. She knew that no matter how tempting, she’d shake her head. The throne wasn’t hers.

Oh well, maybe once Camilo makes her his princess, she’d be able to call it hers eventually. For now, she’d satisfy herself with the spot.

For now…

But maybe there was a way to make that vision come true faster?

Y/N observed the flowers around her, a sense of familiarity washing over her.

Yellow petals, fragile-looking, small…

She grabbed one and watched her fingers. They were stained with pollen.

Dandelions.

Aka the wish-granting flowers.

—

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

The day that dandelions were finally transformed into white balls of seeds, was a day Y/N would probably cherish forever.

Sitting in her spot, she reached her hand towards the nearest plant. Her fingers brushed against the soft seedhead. It tickled. Y/N grabbed the stalk and gently, carefully picked up the flower. Her eyes scanned it.

“Here goes nothing I suppose,” she said softly and breathed out shakily. The seeds moved slightly as if showing her they were ready to go. “Give me a sign that what I’m feeling is returned,”

She blew the seeds off and watched them fly and dance in the air like tiny ballerinas. Some fell down and got lost between the blades of grass. Some travelled all the way up disappearing in the trees.

It was out there now. It got out of her head, freed some space and brought a sense of relief. But there was no denying it anymore. She had feelings for Camilo and the thought of that made her heart clench in anxiety.

—

I think that you are the one for me

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” Y/N hummed in question, looking up. Cecilia’s pinwheel was in her hands as she tried to fix it.

“Where do you go all the time?” Camilo asked out of the blue. Fully focusing on the girl, he ignored Alejandra and Diego who tugged on his ruana.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. The little girl with braids sleeping on her lap groaned. Y/N stroked her hair.

“I mean that,” he started. Grabbing Alejandra with both hands, he sat her on his shoulders so the kid would stop begging for his attention. “You keep disappearing. And I’m starting to think you don’t love me anymore.”

If you’d just stopped feeding my heart all these sweet words, then I wouldn’t feel the need to disappear.

“Señorita Y/N? What is Camilo talking about?” Carolina stopped playing with Ana and walked up to the older girl.

In a matter of seconds, a pair of big, round, curious eyes was looking at her from each side. The kids gathered around her like she was some sort of an animal they wanted to pet. She started to regret ever agreeing to help Camilo with babysitting. She could really use her little hideout now. Her fingers fiddled with the pinwheel almost destroying it more. Even Cecilia woke up and after rubbing her eyes, she glued them to Y/N as well.

“I, um,” she stuttered. “Well… I can’t tell you.”

The kids groaned and Y/N saw a pout on Camilo’s face. She glared at him.

“Why not?” Alejandra asked.

“Because it’s a secret,” Y/N whispered with a finger against her lips. “I can’t say it, otherwise dark forces will come for me and punish me for being a blabbermouth. And then who’ll take care of all of you? Camilo. See, this way you’ll be punished too.”

The kids snickered, but covered their mouths, seeing Camilo’s frown. Clearly not amused with her little story Y/N made up to avoid the topic. Also, the insult. Yeah, he was mad about that too. He thought so at least.

“But we promise we won’t tell,” Carolina tugged on the teen’s skirt. Other kids nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Camilo sat next to her, after putting Alejandra down. He put his head on Y/N’s shoulder. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and whispered. “We promise.”

Y/N locked her eyes with his and for a second whatever they were talking about moved to the back of her head. The only thing on her mind now was how easy it was to kiss him. Right here, right there.

She almost leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Almost. Dios, there is a bunch of kids here. She remembered what was happening just in time. Clearing her throat and looking away, she failed to see Camilo’s surprised grin and slightly flushed face.

“It’s a hidden place,” she finds said, turning to the kids. “That’s where I go if you must know.”

“Where is it?” Diego asked.

“That I can’t tell you.” a bunch of groans filled her ears. “Because only those who are worthy can find it.”

The kids let out soft gasps, and they started to whisper among one another. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Jeez, I’m saying nonsense.

“So, you’re worthy?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, because I was a good kid who was never late for dinner.”

And as she said that, the sound of a church’s bell reached their ears. The kids let out a collective groan and Camilo and Y/N exchanged amused looks.

“So soon?” Cecilia grumbled kicking a pebble. Y/N patted her head.

With little to no excitement, rather a disappointment, the kids bid their goodbyes and went to their houses. Some hand in hand, some raced the others. Soon, Y/N was left alone with Camilo who still sat next to her. And still very close.

“So..” he started. “Are you gonna tell me?”

Y/N nudged his foot, “No.”

“Ay, hermosa, please?” Y/N just looked away. “Alright, but I’ll get the truth out of you one day.”

“Hm? And how are you gonna do that?”

Camilo shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know yet, but I’m sure I will. You can’t resist me.”

“Mhm, shut up,” Y/N said.

The boy laughed. And at that sound, the memory of how to breathe left her head.

—

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

The field was getting emptier and emptier each day.

One day, Y/N managed to stain her whole palm green as she kept on picking the dandelions. The grip on the stalk was always firm. Blowing the seeds of one, not bothering to look at the dancing seeds, she picked another one. And another and so on.

So little of them were left. So little hope was left.

“Oof, I don’t feel so good,” Y/N said to herself, clutching her chest. She sat down on her spot with a groan. “What the check? Maybe I should use one flower to wish for some health for myself? God, knows I’ll need it after all this.”

She laughed weakly. Why do people say that having butterflies in your stomach is a good feeling? It’s literally having bugs inside of you. Y/N was sick and tired of all this. Sometimes she would consider picking a dandelion and wishing for going back in time just so she could slap her past self across the face.

“Oh, so this is that hidden spot of yours, nice,”

Y/N froze. Her eyes went wide, the grip on her shirt where the heart was tightened. She felt even dizzier all of the sudden. Usually, that voice would have the opposite effect on her. It’d make her sigh like a lovesick idiot. But not this time.

She snapped her head towards Camilo. He, unlike her, looked extremely carefree and smug and just all in all worriless. She never hated him more for looking amazing than now. Y/N just wanted to tell him to go to hell and rot in there.

“Not a bad place,” he said, not laying his eyes on her yet. He scanned the area. “But I do think a place by my side suits you better.”

Y/N breathed in and out rapidly. Camilo finally looked at her.

“Oh, dios, Y/n are you okay?” he kneeled beside her, his hands reaching for her.

Still processing that he had found this place, her first reaction was to flinch and scrunch her face. Her heart just picked up its pace and she felt that soon she’d pass out. No, of course, she wasn’t okay.

“Camilo, what are you doing here?” she asked through gritted teeth.

The sternness in her voice made the boy drop his hands to his sides. He blinked, confused. “I was just wondering where’d you go.”

Y/N felt a pang in her chest. Like some sort of an alarm. She knew exactly what it was. Hate. Very sudden, not too big hate and annoyance. All directed at him and his stupid… well, everything.

Why did he think this was okay? Calling her pet names, but never asking for permission. Flirting just because he liked her reactions to his smug comments. Hugging her, touching her, kissing her palm like a gentleman only to laugh at her flushed face and inability to speak coherently later on. It was not okay, absolutely not okay.

She couldn’t go back in time and slap herself, but maybe she could satisfy herself by slapping him? Her hand tingled at that tempting thought.

“Camilo, please go away,” she told him. Her fingers curled into fists. She looked at him pleadingly, but also angrily. Any longer and her body would shut down. “I- I really want to be alone now.”

Camilo shifted in his seat like he debated whether to get up and leave her alone or stay. His gaze softened. “Y/N, no. I can’t leave you alone in this state. You might get hurt and I can’t let that happen. Let me take you to my tía, mi vida and then-”

“Oh, for the love of- You need to stop this,” she cut him off.”

The boy shut his mouth taken aback. He scanned her face and saw the irritation. His eyes narrowed. “Stop what?”

Y/N pointed between them angrily. “This. This stupid game you’re playing.”

“What?” he asked, voice breaking in the middle of the word. “Y/N, what are you talking about-“

“Camilo, come on.” she grabbed his wrists, making him look at her. Her face close to his, eyes staring into his. She used all her strength to keep him in place. Caging him with force. “You - I can’t do this anymore, okay? Do you have any idea what on earth are you doing to me? Even the slightest idea? You probably do. The actual question is whether you care.” the grip on his wrists tightened. “You keep saying all those sweet words, but never act on them. It’s like you can just switch from being a flirt to a friend in a span of a second. What is it? Do you just like knowing you got someone wrapped around your finger? Is that it? To feed your ego?”

“Y/N-”

“If you’re going to make a girl fall in love with you, at least do something about it, darling.”

Harshly letting go of him, she stood up. Leaving him alone on that field, surrounded by her unfulfilled wishes, seemed so easy right now.

—

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know?

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know that?

Camilo was called a dumbass by Isabela and Mirabel many times before. But this was the first time he actually believed he was one.

Y/N’s words rang in his head. They bounced from one wall of his brain to the other. Like a mantra, they got stuck and its only purpose was to make him feel overwhelmed. And guilty. Very guilty.

“Dios mío…” he whispered to himself once everything that just happened was neatly organized in his head.

Plopping onto his butt, his hands travelled to the grass and he pulled on the blades. Better than pulling your hair. He blinked rapidly. The realization of what he’d done dawned on him and it took a lot to not start banging his head against a nearby tree.

“At least do something about it, darling.”

But what? What could he do?

He knew what he wanted to do when she was holding onto him for dear life, face inches away from his. Took a lot of willpower to stay focused on her words and not her lips.

“Darling.”

There were days when Camilo hoped that Y/N would finally return the affection he was always showering her with. Calling her pet names just to see if she’d snap and tease him back, was basically a daily chore for him. But now his desire was fulfilled and he was not feeling the excitement he thought he would.

He spent many years falling for her and not planning on getting up. So many. And it scared him because Camilo Madrigal was a jokester. Being serious about something was not his cup of tea. That was how he always treated things. Shrugging them off, acting like they weren’t a big thing. Smiling and joking through life was easy and worked most of the time. But this wasn’t the same. Absolutely not. His feelings for Y/N were not a joke. But he didn’t know how to not treat it like a joke. He didn’t know better after all.

He debated just telling it straight to her face. There were times when he almost grabbed her by the waist and whispered I’m freaking in love with you, can’t you see? to her ear, but always stopped himself. Masking his flushed face with a witty comment and a smirk, he’d forget all about what he wanted to do. Wow, such a coward.

So, too deep in the hole he dug for himself, the hole being playful flirting with a cute friend of yours, he never actually grew the guts to confess for real. He had to satisfy his teenager’s in love needs by finding an excuse to touch and hug her or admiring her from afar, making his sister roll her eyes upon hearing him sighing longingly. It gave him a glimpse of what he could have if he just stopped being a dumbass.

Camilo groaned and covered his face. He let his back hit the ground. It wasn’t until he felt something tickle the side of his face that he uncovered his eyes. Looking to the side, he saw a dandelion that due to the light breeze had a few seeds blown off.

“At least do something.”

He scanned the flower.

“I just want to be able to let her know…” he muttered, before blowing the seeds off.

—

I'm in a field of dandelions

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked with furrowed brows upon noticing a familiar yellow ruana at her usual spot.

Camilo turned to her.

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

“Can we talk?” he asked not meeting her gaze. He moved to the side to free some space. “Please?”

Y/N warily walked up to him. She didn’t sit down at first, towering over him instead.

And I see forever in your eyes

Finally sitting down, she found his eyes.

What she saw disturbed her. His eyes were usually bright green, full of life with a shadow of mischief passing through every so often. But none of that was there now. Now, they were serious, dull and a bit red from crying, she assumed. Now, don’t cry love, come on.

Give her back those eyes that softened her when laid on her.

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

“I’m sorry, I lashed out at you,” she quickly said, without thinking.

No, damn it!

The need to see him happy again was stronger than her pride, apparently. He looked so broken, she started to miss his smile already.

“What?” Camilo asked, dumbfounded.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “It’s not your fault I have, well, feelings.”

Camilo looked at his hands on his lap. Like he searched for an answer, hoping it’d be laid out for him there.

Y/N smacked her lips and raised herself up on her knees. She cupped his face, making him look at her. Softly rubbing his freckle-littered cheeks with her thumbs, she let her eyes take the sight in.

No matter how long they’ve known each other, seeing Camilo in this state was rare. And even though she knew she should not allow a thought like so to cross her mind, she thought he was so beautiful like this. Vulnerable, shy, soft, serious. She just couldn’t stop herself from admiring him. She loved all parts of him, especially bad ones because he trusted her enough to show her those. But she’d much rather have him back to normal to show her she didn’t screw this up. That she didn’t break the cheeky chameleon.

“Smile for me, please?” she whispered softly, afraid she’d choke on her words if spoken louder. “You’re pretty when you smile?”

Camilo blinked, before chuckling weakly and wrapping his hands around her wrists.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

“Don’t be sorry for this, I wanted this,” he said, looking up into her eyes. “I wanted you.”

“What?” the girl plopped back down on her seat. A part of her soul just left her body and flew away as those white dandelion seeds did. She let go of his face with an intention to let her hands drop freely to her side, but Camilo was still holding onto her.

“Y/N, come on,” he laughed slightly. “What else do you want me to do? Serenade you? Get on my knees for you? Write you a poem?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A poem does sound nice,” she muttered.

“Well, then pick a flower and wish for it,” Camilo said with a low voice and smug smile.

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

“You didn’t just-” she exclaimed. “I sometimes hate your sister.”

Camilo grinned. He tightened the grip on her wrists and gently pulled her towards him. Y/N turned her face away from his. “Ay, hermosa, relax. You know she’s a chismosa.”

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed unamused.

Camilo put a finger under her chin and with a bit of force, he made her look at him.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

“I’m sorry.” His face went serious again. “For making you feel like I was messing around with you. You’re, like, very important to me and I hate to be the reason why you’re hurting.”

Y/N nodded with a small smile. “Okay,” she whispered.

Her voice vibrated against his lips as they were very close right now. Camilo’s cheeks grew red. A faint pink hue reached his neck and ears too. Looking between her eyes and lips, he thought how nice it was to finally climb out of that hole he had dug.

“Camilo,” she said, bringing him back to the real world.

“Ay, sorry,” he said. “So impatient, are you, mi amor?”

Without letting Y/N respond, he got a hold of her waist and pulled her closer. Placing his lips on hers seemed like a necessity at that moment. So he did just that, melting into her warmth and softness. Hands travelled up her back, rubbing it. He didn’t rush and neither did she. Camilo tried to move as gently as possible, but also passionately. Because if he was to let her know she was safe here, in his arms and close to him, then what better way to do that than with a kiss?

Y/N relaxed. Mimicking his actions, she leaned forward. She cupped his face and slowly climbed onto his lap. But she didn’t straddle him, just wanted to get closer. Maybe cuddle a bit too.

Staying in the embrace, the two eventually pulled apart. Foreheads touching, eyes locked on each other’s lips. Cheeks flushed, breaths uneven. And both of them found themselves liking that state.

Camilo chuckled breathlessly. Y/N watched the lips she just felt against hers curve into a smile. Before she could ask what was so funny, Camilo tightened the hug and hid his face in the crook of her neck. He let his body topple to the ground, taking her with him in doing so. Still laughing, Camilo pecked her neck playfully a few times. She felt his joy and excitement with each kiss.

She untangled herself from his grasp eventually. Getting on all fours, she caught a glimpse of his lopsided smile, before she rolled over to lay by his side. Camilo touched her hand. She intertwined their fingers, looking ahead.

“We were both kinda stupid, huh?” Y/N asked.

“We kinda were,” Camilo answered. He cuddled to her side. “At least now it’s a story to tell.”

Y/N chuckled lightly. She felt his arms snake around her waist. Feeling every muscle in her body relax, she exhaled softly and closed her eyes. Kind of lovely how the spell he cast on her worked.

A crack appeared on the statue. And then another one. Soon, the hard stone cage fell to the ground revealing a girl. A girl the boy living in the castle would see his princess in. Let her into the chambers, gardens, the throne room. Not only would he let her sit beside him. He would bow seeing her on the throne. Then he’d probably snatch a crown off of her head and run for his life. And she would chase him because she dreaded the thought of him being far without being able to hear his laugh and feel his hand in hers.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as a dandelion seed danced on her skin before flying away. She looked around at the remaining flowers. And then at the boy hugging her.

I am so wishing on dandelions for this to last.

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I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

MASTERLIST

Félix Madrigal and I have the same birthday! Such a nice thing to find out, made my day <3

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[hiddendrabbles]

Hi! I just read your whispers with bruno madrigal and i feel the serotonin flooding!! I adore those meetings where reader only knows the bad rumors about him but when they get to know him falls head over heels! Can i request a sort of follow up to that? Where they could either start dating or it turned into a impromptu confession( your choice) where reader had enough of the whispering around bruno when theyre our together and was like " mi amore, mi vida, mi sueño, mi cariño.... I know you dont like being in the center of too much attention but.... THIS MAN IS A TOTAL SWEETHEART AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE FIGHT ME!" or something like that. Imagine a small s/o ( short gang eyyy 4'11 adult) ready to throw hands at bruno slander! If its ok thank you!! Loved the story!!

whispers w/ bruno madrigal pt 2

yo i’m sorry i’m slowing down on writing! but hello fellow short adult gang!! 5’1 here B)

ending was abrupt but i wanted to post this! so i kinda want to do! a part 3! enjoy <3

Bruno had ended up eventually taking you up on that offer for a cafecito. The cafecito had then turned into dinner at your house. Then a picnic beside a river. After the picnic came dinner with his family. Now, months later, here you were fingers intertwined with his as you both walked to town from his house. Bruno’s other hand was wildly gesturing as he spoke about his newest telenovela plot twist.

“-but it’s forbidden because of his tia’s deal with the pirates! How does that sou- is there something on my face?”

He immediately brought his hand to run it over his cheek, checking for smears of breakfast but finding none. The seer had turned to see you gazing up at him with a soft smile playing on your lips.

“No…well yes. Eres tan guapo, that I got distracted. Perdón mi vida.”

Bruno flushed at your words, ducking his head to hide behind his hair. Grinning, you carefully tucked some of his curls behind his ear and met his wide eyed look.

“Don’t hide, quiero ver esa cara tan bonita.”

Cupping his cheek, you angled his face down so you could reach up and place a soft kiss on his parted lips. You loved hearing his stories and you loved the enthusiasm he had for story telling. It brought out a completely different side of him and it was amazing to see. It left you mesmerized every time it happened. They way he brought every character to life and the time he spent piecing his stories together was something you felt privileged to see. Then, after each performance or each new idea he presented, Bruno would turn to you with shining eyes seeking your approval.

It took every scrap of self control in you to not pounce and kiss him senseless every time he looked at you like that. Instead you made sure to shower him in praises and helped expand his ideas. Like now, he had referenced something that had seemed like an unimportant detail in the first act that had turned into a major plot point. You pulled away from the kiss to speak, your heart melting as he tried to follow your lips.

“The tia’s deal is going to be amazing an amazing callback! I was wondering why you had added that at first. It’s going to fit so well with the pirate captain’s redemption arc we were discussing yesterday.”

Bruno nodded then smiled bashfully. You truly did listen to his ramblings and seemed to enjoy them. When he wanted to act out a scene to see how it would truly play out you were more than willing. One time you’d told him that some of your favorite scenes to act out were where you got to hold him or kiss him. Just remembering that caused his cheeks to burn red. Soft fingers brushing over his cheek snapped him out of his daydreaming.

Brown eyes met yours and your breath caught. He was giving you that look. The look that made you want to pin him to the nearest tree and kiss him him until he was a pleading mess. You could already imagine the whimpers, how warm his skin would be when you slipped your hands under his rauna. He’d arch his back as fingertips ran down his sides, over his ribs, and up his back. Bruno would get overwhelmed so easily and slump against your smaller frame, tucking his face into your neck, breathy moans right by your ear.

“Look. There’s the path.”

His voice startled you out of the vivid daydream, and you cleared your throat loudly pointedly ignoring the questioning look he sent you. The path you’d arrived at took you through the outer edges of the village and straight to your abuelos’ house. You’d met Bruno’s family early on, and they were ecstatic to have you around. He’d met your parents and younger brother. Honestly, your parents…tolerated him. Your hermanito, once he realized what a great storyteller Bruno was, was his biggest fan. Always happy to see him when the older man ventured into the village. Tu abuelo y abuela were the type of people who believed rumors and had a hard time letting go. One way or another you had decided you’d get them to love him.

“Ready cariño?”

Lacing your fingers with Bruno’s, you watched as he took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“Listo. Sigamos.”

The seer had told you he was still receiving the cold shoulder from most people in the village. Since he wasn’t a fan of small talk, or conversations with strangers, it was hard to clear his name or repair his reputation. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and lead him through the village, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. From the corner of your eye you could see him start to shrink into himself with every nasty look sent his way. Brushing your thumb along the back of his hand, you kept pulling him along.

“Don’t pay them any mind amorsito. Come on. We just have to pass-”

“Curse bringer! He’s here! Nos maldecirá!”

People had started to point and whisper loudly, while others yelled. Bruno flinched at every accusation and curse thrown his way. His eyes were wide and fearful and your heart absolutely broke for him. In a flash you made your mind up. Stopping so suddenly he ran into your back, you turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek while whispering.

“Mi vida, I know you don’t like too much attention on you. I’ll be quick, te lo prometo.”

With another peck on his cheek you had to stand on your tiptoes for, you whirled towards the crowd that had gathered and raised your voice.

“Cállense! I’m tired of seeing Bruno Madrigal treated like this. Is he not part of the family who has watched over this village since we settled here? Has he purposefully gone around spreading bad news? No! You each individually approach him and brush away his warnings for a bad outcome. Todos están ciegos! When he gives you this unfortunate news he is giving you the opportunity to see the consequences of your actions. To change your own fate!”

Your chest was heaving by the end of your rant, yet you still looked around.

“Usted! Señor Juárez. You blame Bruno for cursing your chickens to be killed by a fox. What you don’t see is that with that warning you could have tried to reenforce the cage and made it safer.”

What a sight you made, your small figure standing protectively in front of the so called ‘evil’ Bruno Madrigal. The star of so many nightmares was staring at you like you’d hung the stars and moon, eyes bright and glassy and he watched you defend him.

The crowd was silent, unsure if they should continue their insults to the Madrigal behind you. The silence was broken by a voice towards the back of the group that gathered.

“You heard them, dejen a esa parejita en paz.”

Your grandparents shuffled towards you both. Standing before you, your abuela patted Bruno’s cheek and linked their arms together, tugging him into motion.

“Let’s go, mijo. The food is getting cold.”

The crowd watched, stunned as the seer was lead away. Everyone dispersed awkwardly, refusing to meet your eyes knowing what you spoke was true. Your abuelo put a hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“You really like him. That fire in you, me sorprendió.”

Smiling back, you ducked your head.

“I was tired of hearing what they said about him abuelo. He’s not like that! You’ll see I prom-”

Waving a hand to cut you off he chuckled and nodded towards the retreating figures of Bruno and your abuela.

“Ya lo se. He’s nothing like what we had heard of. We saw it in how he looked at you. En sus ojos.”

[mcbenson25]

If Only... (Barba)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

This had to be the happiest moment of your life.

You were getting married!

You smiled at your to-be husband.

He smiled right back at you.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

As the minister finishes his speech You feel a rush of excitement as he brushed your hand against his.

Almost there.

"If there is none who believes these two should not wed then speak now or forever hold your peace," the minister's voice boomed.

A small giggle left your lips as there was a silent pause.

As if anyone were to stop you from marrying.

All it did was add dramatic effect.

"Alright then you may kiss-"

"OBJECTION!"

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*12 hours earlier*

*RING RING*

You groaned.

It was too early for anyone to be calling you.

"Hello?"

"Good morning sleepy head. Why doesn't it surprise me that you haven't woken up yet." A mellow voice said.

You smiled.

"Rafa why doesn't it surprise me that you are already up?"

He chuckled, "Bonita shouldn't you be getting ready for the event that you've been literally non-stop talking about for months?"

You hummed pretending to think about what he could be referring to.

"And that would be what again?"

You heard a fake annoyed huff on the other side of the phone.

"Y/N...."

"I just can't place what you're talking about," you said continuing your charade as you got up from the warmth and coziness of your bed.

Another annoying huff was heard before he chuckled again.

"You're going to be the death of me you know."

You smiled as you went downstairs and saw a familiar shadow at the door's window.

You giggled as you opened the door.

"I know I am."

Rafael smiled as he hung up and gave you a hug.

"You're getting married today bonita," he said after your embrace.

You beamed, "I know! It's crazy really."

"To think that only yesterday you learned which train to get on to go home and now you're all grown up getting married," he said with a smirk as you invited him in. You noticed he had a bag in his hand.

You stuck your tongue at him before taking the bag that smelled wonderful.

"To be fair there are a lot of trains. And don't you know it's rude to bully the bride on her wedding day?"

Rafael pretended to look apologetic. "So sorry bonita."

You laughed. "I'll forgive you this time because you brought pancakes."

He rolled his eyes as he stole a pancake from your plate.

"Hey, those are mine!" You whined.

"Well, actually they are my property because I paid for them. I never verbally consented for you to take them from me so, in essence, you stole from me. Gosh Y/N and you call yourself a lawyer?"

You hit his arm and he rubbed it pretending it had hurt.

"Shut up guapo."

He laughed.

"Has your man called yet?" He asked.

"Yeah he called like four times last night and I told him I was tired and he wasn't allowed to talk to me until we are at the alter."

"That annoying huh?" He said playfully.

"Rafa stop." You said half-joking.

He loved making these sorts of mean comments about your fiance, Aaron. It annoyed you sometimes but you knew Rafa well enough to know he didn't mean it.

You were both quiet as you ate the world's greatest pancakes.

You glanced at Rafael who was intensely focused on the floury treat in front of him.

You had known him ever since you were little. Your parents never had much money and struggled to meet ends need. They worked hard but it was never enough. They were kicked out of their apartments and moved to a different part of the city.

And there you met Rafa.

He was older than you by five years but he loved playing with you. He made sure no one bullied you and made sure you never got hurt. As you grew that friendship grew and the both of you were closer than two peas in a pod. You did everything together. Even got into trouble together.

He was so interested in law. He spoke so passionately about fair justice for everyone it inspired you to follow in his footsteps to also become a lawyer. He was accepted into Harvard while you were accepted into NYU. That didn't stop him from visiting every weekend. When he graduated you were there to congratulate him and that's when you met Aaron.

He was in Rafael's graduating class. He had run into you on accident and wasted no time in flirting with you. Rafael was annoyed at first but accepted the fact that you both liked each other. And so you dated Aaron until the day you graduated he had popped the question. You couldn't have been happier. You knew Aaron and you were just meant to be. He loved the same things as you were passionate about change in the justice system, and loved you with every being of his heart. And you loved him.

"You're actually going to marry him," he spoke ripping you from your thoughts.

He seemed...upset?

"Of course I am Rafa. I love him."

"Oh," he said as he looked down all of a sudden very interested in his fork.

You frowned.

Why was he upset?

"Everything okay?" You asked concerned.

He briefly looked up. "Yeah, everything is good bonita. You should go get ready you have a big day ahead of you."

"Okay. But you'll come back to pick me up?" You asked unsurely. It was weird that he was acting like this.

He stood up and went to press a kiss yo your forehead lingering just a bit too long.

He smiled softly at you, "I'll always be there for you bonita," he whispered in your ear before leaving.

That was weird.

He's just being an emotional butt.

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Your bridesmaids arrived shortly after Rafael left and it took you forever to get ready. Mostly because your friends were getting emotional. You were worried you wouldn't be ready in time but your girls were quick and efficient.

"Girl you look so pretty. It should be a crime to look that good at a wedding." Your friend Maeve gushed as you admired yourself in the mirror. Your dress was a soft white hugging the top half of your body before flowing into a long train at the bottom. You loved it. Attached to the train you noticed there was a note pinned. You smiled as your friends unhooked it and read it.

"To the woman who quite literally owns my soul since the day we met. I can't wait to call you my wife."

There was a collective wave of awes as they finished touching up the last touches before admiring their work

"Aaron is so lucky!" Amanda gushed.

"That he is," a soft voice said from the door.

"How did you even get in?" Amanda asked incredulously.

"I have a spare," Rafael said matter of factly.

Your friends all rolled their eyes as they went to gather their things to head to the ceremony leaving you and Rafael alone.

"You look preciosia today bontia," he said so softly you almost thought it was white noise.

You smiled looking at the mirror as you spun around to face him.

"You looking extra guapo today as well!" You said as you fixed his tie. When you finished you looked up and were met with sad eyes.

"Rafa why are you upset?" You asked frowning.

"I'm not bonita. I'm just very happy for you."

Liar.

You knew him well to know it was something else. Before you could press forward your friends came back.

"Alright, who's ready to get married?!" Maeve asked excitedly.

"Let's go then," Rafael said.

As you drove to the pretty field where your ceremony would be you wondered what was wrong with your best friend.

Was he really happy for you?

Was he afraid you wouldn't be able to hang out anymore?

Was he worried about Aaron not making you happy?

He had always been protective of you and was probably just worried about random little things. Rafael Barba was difficult when it came to emotion but luckily you knew he trusted you and would tell you when he was ready.

The door opened as the sway of cool air greeted you.

"Your man awaits," Rafael said as he helped you out and offered an arm to walk you to your dad who would be walking you down the aisle.

Your parents greeted you as they admired your dress. They snapped a couple of pictures before you heard music being plated signaling that it would soon be time for you to walk and marry the love of your life.

"Hey bonita," a voice whispered beside you.

You looked at Rafael confused. Your father was supposed to be beside you to walk you down.

He noticed the confusion on your face.

"Your dad thought that I should walk you down since 'we have a special bond,'" he air quoted.

You laughed gently. "One last adventure then?"

He grinned. "You know it bonita."

And finally, your entrance song played signaling Rafaelto offer his arm.

You felt light-headed as you stepped into the aisle and everyone stood.

You saw Aaron turn around and he was immediately in tears.

You kept walking as Aaron never broke eye contact with you with the most adorable smile you had ever seen.

You felt like a feather as you walked and felt yourself sway too much to one side.

Rafael brought you back as he steadied you and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

As you arrived at the front of the aisle Aaron gazed up at you so adoringly.

Rafael was hesitant to pass you for a moment but you turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's okay guapo. I'll be okay."

And he let you go.

"Take care of her Aaron," he said before going to his seat.

Aaron however was fixated on you.

"You look so beautiful today sweetheart," he said breathlessly.

And you were fixated on him.

"You look handsome yourself darling."

He squeezed your hand before the minister began.

As your heart swelled with joy you didn't notice someone else's breaking.

Not until that heart gave one final cry to be heard.

Part 2

Taglist: @wittysunflower

Bonita: Pretty girl

Preciosa: Precious/Beautiful

Part 2?

[rainboq]

Thank you for the prompt! Here's one in return. #3 (kiss on the cheek) pricefield

You asked for a kiss on the cheek, you get an entire date and Chloe being a massive disaster. Enjoy! Apologies in advanced for my nonexistent Spanish skills. I’m going insane. It’s just Max, why the hell am I going insane? Chloe sighs as she sits in her truck, one hand on the wheel while the other hovers over the send button on her phone. Fucking Rachel and her big ideas. Just ask her out Chloe, it’ll be fine Chloe, you’ve known her since you were a little kid Chloe. 

A little traitorous part of her wished that Max had just said no so she could get the rejection over and done with. Instead, her dorky little face with it’s stupidly cute dimpled smile and earnest eyes had light up like Chloe had told her that there was going to be new episodes of Hawt Dawg Man or something. And not, you know, a date with her dumb punk ass.

Just hit the damn button Chloe so you can blow this already and tell Rachel you told her so. There’s no way someone as smart and talented as Max wants anything to do with me. She’s just doing this for old time’s sake.

Her finger taps the button and she locks the screen so she can’t stare at it and ratchet her anxiety up higher.

Ha. As if she has any control over her anxiety right now.

Her phone buzzes with Max’s reply and she takes a few deep breaths to try and steady her nerves. Her usual go to right now would be smoking, but she forgot her damn pack at home like a dumbass in her flurry of getting ready. At least I didn’t fuck up Rachel’s makeup job.

Is Max even going to like me with this much makeup on? She knew me before I ever started wearing any.

She does an impromptu drum solo on her steering wheel to try and get some of her nervous energy out, to mixed success when her eyes spot movement in the lobby of Max’s building. She turns in her seat, gets a look at her and promptly forgets to breathe. Chloe had said to dress up a bit, and Max had taken the liberty of wearing a flowing black dress with some matching leggings. It’s not nearly as showy as the things Rachel wears to parties and events, but there’s something about the way her freckled shoulders look under the straps that makes her heart squeeze. Those damn freckles, why do they have to be so cute?! Dammit, breathe, don’t be a total dweeb in front of Max because she grew up and got hot.

Fuck she is hot though.

I’m so boned.

Max spots her truck as she pushes out through the inner door and a great big dorky smile spreads across her face as she waves enthusiastically. Chloe waves back and scoots across the bench seat to throw the passenger door open. A moment later Max is climbing in, all winning and too god damn adorable smiles. “Hey Chloe!”

“Uh, hey Max! You look… hella great.”

Max’s cheeks go a bit red as she hunches her shoulders forwards, one hand rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t know about that, but you look amazing.”

There’s no part of Chloe’s stolen blazer and worn black jeans that qualify as amazing to her, but if Max likes it she’s not about to complain. “Thanks,” Chloe tries to say as smoothly as she can muster despite the slight wobble in her tone, “You down for some food?”

“I’m hella starving.” Max replies with a cheeky grin as she shuts her door. “I’m so down for this ‘best taco truck in town’.”

Rolling up to a dumpy taco truck in her old brick with someone as gorgeous as Max suddenly has Chloe feeling like Max really deserves a better first and probably only date, but plans are plans. “Then let your noble steed be off, fair maiden!”

Max breaks out in gigglesnorts as Chloe pulls out of the parking lot. “You did not just use one of William’s lines on me!”

“I so hella did Caulfield, what’re you gonna do about it?” Chloe adds a wink, hoping it’ll cover up how obviously sweaty as hell her palms are right now.

“Oh, I’ve got something in mind.” Max says in a low tone that makes Chloe have to fight to not choke on her own spit.

Oh god, is Max actually flirting with me? I’m so not fucking ready for this. “You down to thrash a bit hippie?”

“As long as your bony elbows don’t hit me!” Max replies with a laugh and Chloe punches the radio on.

The scratchy punk from the local station starts blaring and Chloe internally breathes a sigh of relief at not having to try and deal with Max’s flirting for a moment. Oh god, I can hear Rachel laughing her ass off at me right now.

Max for her part grooves along, and Chloe has to focus to avoid going off the road because of it. God she still dances like a total dork! Fuck, it should be illegal to be this cute or something.

Thankfully they make it to the taco truck without Chloe running into anything, despite her distracted driving, and she pulls them up to the sidewalk. I just hope she likes it or this is going to be a hella lame date.

“Hungry Max?” Chloe asks as she throws her door open after shutting off the radio.

“I’m so hungry, you have no idea.” Max replies as she does the same before sheepishly admitting, “I also kinda skipped lunch.”

Chloe jumps out of her truck and jogs around the front of it as Max clambers out. “Jesus Christ Caulfield, no wonder you ended up so short.”

“What! Hey! Not all of us get to be so freakishly tall.” Max groans and sticks out her tongue.

“Yup, it’s just my burden to bear. Now what do you wanna eat?”

“I mean, you know what’s good here.” Max shrugs as she walks alongside Chloe towards the food truck. “Order for me?”

“Spicy or nah?”

“No way, never spicy.”

Chloe can’t help but laugh at the way Max shakes her head and waves her hands in the air. Yup, still a total dork. “Can do Maximo. Just wait here.”

Chloe skips ahead a few steps and shouts out, “¡Hola Alejandro!”

There’s a clattering sound inside the truck and a middle-aged man’s face appears, “¡Aha! ¡Flaca! ¿Como estas?”

“Muy bien, gracias. ¿Y tú?”

“Bein.” He says with a nod and a big smile.

“Bien, quatro numero doce con polo por favor.” Chloe says, before turning to grin at Max who looks a little stunned.

Alejandro sticks his head out to see what she’s looking at before pulling back in and grinning broadly. “¿Tu amor?”

Chloe shrugs, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she rubs the back of her head. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I forgot how to say that in Spanish. Way to go dumbass.

Alejandro, to his credit, doesn’t need it spelled out for him as he pokes his head back out and calls out to Max, “¡Hola bonita!”

Max freezes up for a moment before doing a little wave back. “H-hola.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Alejandro grins at her, before retreating back into the food truck to start working on the order.

Chloe pulls out her wallet from her blazer’s pocket and takes out approximately the right amount of money plus tip and drops it on the counter before jogging back to Max with a big idiot grin on her face. “And that’s the food!”

“I guess I should probably learn some Spanish if I’m going to be living large in LA, huh?” Max asks sheepishly, doing that thing she used to do when they were kids where she’d hold her arm.

“Prolly a good idea,” Chloe says as she moves to stand next to Max. “This shouldn’t take too long.”

“Maybe I should have brought a sweater, I always forget how cold it gets here when the sun goes down.”

“Here, stand next to me, the food should warm you up.” Chloe holds out her arm and Max doesn’t hesitate to tuck into her side.

A sort of silence settles in as Max hums softly to herself and chews on her lip while Chloe watches the window for the food. The pressure of Max against her feels good, great even, but it all feels so surreal. “I can’t believe we’re actually on a date.”

“Oh no?” Max giggles softly as she snakes an arm around Chloe’s waist, “What’s so unbelievable about it?”

“How about the part where you said yes?”

“When I told my parents, my dad announced that Joyce and mom owe him fifty bucks.”

“Wait, what?” Chloe somehow manages to not stammer.

“They all had a bet, our dads bet that we’d date some day.”

Chloe turns her eyes heavenwards, where the few stars visible in LA are starting to poke out as the sun sets. I guess you’re smiling on my dumb ass from up there, huh dad?

“¡Loca!” Alejandro shouts from the truck as he puts their food out.

“That’s us.” Chloe says before reluctantly pulling away from Max, “we’ll eat in the back of my truck, meet me there?”

“Sure thing.”

Chloe trots over, grabs the two trays of food. Damn, dude threw in tortilla chips gratis, I fucking owe him a bigass tip next time I come.

Max waits for her, standing next to the now open tailgate. “After you, mademoiselle.”

“You know French?” Chloe asks with a cocked eyebrow as she slides the trays into the bed before climbing up.

“I picked up a couple things from an ex.” Max shrugs as Chloe turns, offers her a hand and hauls her up into the bed.

They end up sitting together at the far end, their backs resting against the cab as Chloe divides the food between them. “Eat up, short stuff.”

“Oh my god, stop making fun of my height you beanstalk!” Max laughs as she elbows Chloe.

Chloe just cackles as she pulls out her first taco and takes her first bite. Come on Chloe, it’s Max, but it’s still a date so don’t eat like a total fucking slob.

She waits until she’s actually finished her first mouthful and swallowed before turning to Max, “How is it?”

“Oh my god I think I’m in love,” Max mutters as she finishes her first mouthful, “Legit the best taco I’ve ever had.”

“Did I tell you or did I tell you?” Chloe grins in triumph before taking another bite of her taco.

They don’t talk much as they consume their tacos, they’re too tasty. Chloe finishes first and has to resist the urge to shout her victory like they did when they were kids having stupid eating contests. Instead, she starts popping tortilla chips into her mouth and just kind of watching Max while she waits.

Damn, I’ve seen her a bunch since she moved here and I still can’t get over how damn cute she got. Like even her ‘ugly duckling’ pics from high school look great. I can’t believe I missed out on her braces years though, damn, that would have been hilarious to be around for. That or I would have gotten in a lot of fights for jackasses making fun of her, which wouldn’t have been much of a change honestly…

Max finishes her tacos and beams up at Chloe, “That was delicious! Thank you so much Chloe!”

“Hey, you deserve it, also hang on, you got some sour cream on your nose.” Chloe grabs a napkin and wipes it off, prompting a giggle from Max.

“You’re adorable.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Max laughs and steals a chip from Chloe’s basket before grinning at her as she eats it.

“What, hey! Those are my chips! You’ve got your own!”

“Yeah but yours are tastier!”

Oh my god, this old game. “What, you want me to feed them to you?”

Chloe’s heart skips a beat as Max’s cheeks flush red. “I-I mean, I wouldn’t mind…”

“Only if you feed me yours.” Chloe grins as she feels her own cheeks heating up.

“It's a deal then.”

Chloe holds up one of her chips to Max’s face, who promptly devours it before holding up one of her chips for Chloe, who returns the gesture. Before long they’re both grinning at each other like sappy idiots and swapping chips until their baskets run empty. Max makes a little disappointed noise as they run out and Chloe gathers up their baskets.

“I’ll run these back and we’ll hit the road?”

“Sure thing.” Max says, before stifling a yawn. “Man, I didn’t realize how late it’s getting already.”

“Nah, you’re just getting old, the night’s still young.”

Max jabs a finger into Chloe’s side before laughing, “You ass, don’t you know it’s rude to joke about a lady’s age?”

“I’m older than you!”

“I said a lady.” Max retorts with a smirk as they both get to their feet and hop out of the bed.

“You got me there Maximus Wrecked.”

Damn, I think this is actually going pretty well! She thinks to herself as she jogs back to the food stand and drops the baskets off on the outside counter. From inside Alejandro flashes her a double thumbs up and Chloe grins back at him before turning around to head back to her truck.

Max is already in the cab, holding herself and shivering a bit as Chloe gets in. “Definitely should have brought a sweater.”

Thinking fast, Chloe pulls off her blazer and holds it out to Max. “Here, until the heater decides to start working.”

“Thank you so much,” Max says as she puts the blazer on in a hurry, “This has been great.”

“Hey, you’re great so…”

There’s a giggle from Max before she stifles another yawn. “Dork. We should probably head back though. I had a crazy long day.”

Chloe’s heart sinks and her mind immediately starts racing for ways she fucked this up as she starts her truck up. “Oh, okay.”

“I had fun Chloe, seriously.” Max says, reaching out across the bench and laying her hand on Chloe’s forearm as she shifts the truck into gear. “We’ll have to do this again.”

Oh, okay, so I didn’t completely fuck it up. “Second date, huh?”

“Definitely,” Max smiles warmly as they pull out into the street, “Mind if I put some of my tunes on?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

Soft indie rock fills the cabin as Chloe drives back to Max’s place. Despite the promise of a second date, she really, really, really doesn’t want this to end. She’d hoped to go walking down the beach or something with max, maybe hit up a bar and get a little crazy.

Can’t you just be happy dumbass? You got the second date, just… take it easy. You know better than to rush Max of all fucking people.

The drive back to Max’s apartment is way too short, or maybe she’s so wrapped up in her thoughts that the usual nightmare of LA traffic barely registers. Either way, she’s sitting in front of Max’s building and wishing she was anywhere else in town with Max.

“So, uh…”

“Thank you, I had a wonderful evening,” Max says softly as she scoots across the bench seat and presses a gentle kiss into Chloe’s cheek, one hand cupping her chin.

It takes Chloe a second to remember what words are, much less how to put them together into sentences, but she does manage, eventually as she turns to look at Max. “You’re, uh, hella welcome.”

Something mischievous that ties Chloe’s guts in a knot sparkles in those brilliant blue eyes of Max as she smiles wide, “Do you hella want to come up to my apartment for some coffee?”

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bella bella bella!!! hello did you know your name means beautiful in spanish? because it does and i think that's cute and accurate <3 i don't have much to say that might distract you during your train ride because all i did today was go to work and then came home and watched a few episodes of the vampire diaries with my sisters (we never finished the show and now we're watching it again so we can see the final season, only two seasons to go!) the whole time i was wondering if 5sos was gonna do something today, maybe post another tiktok or another audio but they didn't because they like being unpredictable i guess. and messing with us! also, only 9 days left for march 2nd! hell yeah! im very happy about that! also very happy that is almost sleep time for me, because im tired lmao i hope you get home okay and you get some rest and that tomorrow treats you kindly!!!! hope this helped some -monse<3

hello monse!! i think i distantly knew that yes. i knew bella means beautiful in uhh. italian? maybe? and it's belle in french so i guess i figured. but it's bonita in portuguese so...now you know how to say beautiful in all the romance languages i guess! actually i think it might be spelled differently in italian. bela. no that looks wrong. okay so let me add that i don't speak italian and we'll move swiftly on. i didn't even accept your compliment jesus hdjddfjkdj thank you sweetheart that is very cute of you to say <3 perhaps a dumb question but: do you speak spanish or do you just happen to know the word bella?

can't lie that sounds like a real nice day. vampire diaries! i think my sister watched that. that's the one with mr somerhalder right. she liked it. and watching shows w siblings is always a fun time. so i'm happy for you that you got to do that.

i'm glad 5sos were quiet today cos i was out and busy all day djsldjdh but march 2nd approacheth so i'm sure they'll be back to commit more chaos crimes soon enough never fear

sleep sounds CHOICE rn i love that for you i hope to do the same within the next couple hours (first need to, y'know, Get Home) i wish you some good sleep. i appreciate you coming here to chat it did help it made me smile ily <3