#yes I am using this as an excuse to practice my spanish shh

[bookwyrminspiration]

mexican marella

You are correct, actually! No other reason except I am mexican and love the idea.

This thought is only half-formed but! Marella loves to gossip and I think we could work her speaking spanish in there somewhere. Perhaps offhanded comments and exclamations mixed in with the enlightened language, or perhaps when talking about someone she switches languages so they don't know what she's saying, but then we run into the problem of her not having people to gossip with who understand her. Unless we're talking Sophie post-kidnapping era when she's a polyglot. My point is spanish speaking Marella just pretend this makes sense!

oh wait hang on!! you know her outfit on the stelllarlune cover? the blue blouse with gold embroidery? imagine with me. what if instead. that was a huipil. Not necessarily this cut, but something like with this design on it. I just think it'd be neat :)

There is a lot more that could be done with mexican marella, but those were the first two things that came to mind! I love her very much

[pedrospookie]

Taco Thursday

Prompt #24 “What on earth are you wearing?”

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Peter Parker x Reader

Fluff!

Word count: 2282

 “Alright class, I guess that is the end of our lesson today. Please don’t forget that your Spanish presentations are on Monday!” The teacher shouts over the sound of the ringing bell and the shuffling of papers and desks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Peter Parker yells as he walks up to you from the back of the class. “Would you want to come over tonight to work on our Spanish presentation?” He blushes lightly, tightening his grasp on his copy of Don Juan.

“Sure thing, Pete. Do you not have to go to your internship?” You laugh, curious as to how Peter can balance his courses and the Stark Internship.

“Nah, Mr. Stark told me school first after all the craziness from last year.” Peter smiles as laugh lines form on his cheeks.

“Alright, sounds like a plan. I can meet you after school, by the lockers?”

“Yes! That’s perfect.”

“Alright, see you later, Pete.” You smile, giving him a wave as you walk out of the classroom.

You had known Peter for ages as you had attended the same middle school in Queens. The both of you had been accepted into Midtown on a scholarship and from the first day of grade 9, you had become close friends.

It wasn’t hard to be around Peter. He was fantastic company and always made sure he walked you home, even though his apartment was 3 blocks closer to the subway than yours. When your dad had gotten sick half way through your first year, Peter was there. May was constantly sending casseroles and Peter would always show up at school with two sets of homework, the one he did for himself and the extra for you. He would always say it was nothing and that he had changed a few of the answers so you wouldn’t get caught, except he would change the answers in his homework, so you would get the better grade.

After your dad had passed away, Peter knew how to comfort you. He would just hold you when the grief and tears would creep up on you. Once the dust had settled after the passing of your father, you realized that maybe there could be more there between you and Peter. More than just friendship. There was something about his big, brown eyes and the freckles that sprinkled his cheeks that took your breath away.

At the beginning of your third year, you noticed a change in Peter. As if he had filled out and gotten hot overnight.  You did your best not to notice the way his shirt would cling to his abdomen, or how tight the sleeves of his once baggy tee shirts were bursting at the seams around his biceps. You always did your best to conceal these feelings as Peter was your best friend. You told each other everything.

One night, the two of you were at his apartment studying for a chemistry final when Peter brought up homecoming. The second those words left his lips, you got butterflies. Was Peter going to ask you to be his date?

“Yeah, I want to ask this girl, but I don’t know how.” He sighs, shutting his textbook as he admits defeat.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Well, I don’t want to ruin a friendship or make it weird. I don’t want to seem like the freak who goes out of his league, you know?”

You could feel your cheeks grow hot. It had to be you, right?

“Peter, anyone would be happy to go with you! Just ask her, who is it!” You beam, the butterflies in your stomach grow and become more persistent.

“Liz, Liz Allen from our English class.” He smiles, a cheery blush growing on his cheeks.

You could feel the pit of your stomach drop. You tried your best to conceal the disappointment on your face but, how could you? You were heartbroken.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Peter asks quickly, a concerned look forming across his brow.

“Nothing, nothing, Pete. You know? I should probably get going. It’s getting late and I need some sleep before the test tomorrow.” You say lightly, pressing your lips together in a firm line.

“It’s only 7:30…?” Peter questions, running a hand through his soft, brown curls.

“I had to get up early for band today, I’m pooped.”

“Uh, okay, yeah. Let me get my coat and I can walk you home.” He says as he stands up from his bedroom floor.

“Nah, I’ll be okay, Pete. You have a good night, okay?”

“Y/N, seriously. Let me walk you home.” Peter persists, grabbing your hand in the process. His touch sent your heart into a frenzy. The way his gaze pierced into yours made you weak in the knees.

“Peter, I’ll be okay.” You whisper as you pull your hand away and open his bedroom door.

“Let me know when you get home at least?” He asks as you walk out his front door.

 You had briskly walked back to your apartment, tears streaming down your face as you angrily texted MJ about the events that took place this evening. You vowed that you would bury these feelings and just focus on yourself and your friendship, so, that is exactly what you did. From that day forward, you hid your feelings and pretended they didn’t exist. It was better like that, anyways. Less drama, less pain, you had already dealt with a life time of both.

 The sound of a locker slamming shut drew you from your thoughts. Quickly grabbing your English books, you shut your locker and walk briskly down the halls to your last class of the day.

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The bell signifying the end of day rang in your ears. The teacher put down her copy of Hamlet and excused the class, wishing everyone a happy evening. You hurried along the halls to get to your locker. You were looking forward to hanging out with Peter. The beauty of having to do an aural presentation meant that you could see Peter come out of his shell.

You grabbed your things from your locker and took a quick look in the magnetic mirror that hung on the door of your locker. Fixing your hair, you smile and shut the door. As you leaned against it, you pulled out your phone and texted Peter. Maybe he was still stuck in class?

Your phone vibrated gently.

Pete🔬: Running behind! Meet me at my place!

With a sigh you commenced your march to Peter’s apartment, classic Peter always showing up late.

Meanwhile….

Peter was twiddling his thumbs in algebra, praying for the bell to ring so he could hang out with you. His favourite part of the day was when the two of you would walk home from school. The laughs and good times you’ve shared are precious memories to Peter.

Tonight, he wanted to invite you for dinner and talk about the elephant in the room. Peter realized that he had messed up last year. MJ had screamed at him after the Homecoming dance when he hadn’t shown up for either Liz or you. That was when he realized that he had been ignoring his feelings for you. Getting to rehearse this intimate scene from Don Juan would give him the perfect change to spend an intimate moment with you, and hopefully he would be able to find the courage to apologize and right his wrongs.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing his attention away from the pigeon that was flying around outside.

Aunt May🌻: Still on for Thai tonight?

Peter: Shoot! I forgot to tell you, Y/N is coming for dinner. We must practice for a Spanish presentation.

Aunt May🌻: ahh…Tacos?

Peter: Tacos 😇

With a smile and light chuckle, Peter tucks his phone away. He swiftly copies the equation off the board and adds it to his pile of notes.

Another buzz pulls his attention from the lesson.

Mr. Stark: Spiderling, we need back up

In seconds Peter gathered his things and jumped out of his seat, muttering some lame excuse as he ran out of class.

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Your feet carried you up the steps to Peter’s front door, your then knuckles wrapping softly at the wooden door. The door creaks open slowly to reveal Aunt May in a sunflower apron.

“Hello, Y/N!” She smiles, greeting you with a big hug.

“Hey, Aunt May. It smells delicious in here!”

“Taco Thursday, as per Peter’s request.” She giggles, as she holds you by the shoulders, her gaze examining your face. “You look more and more like your mother every day! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you around here!” Aunt May beams as she walks back to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, just super busy with extracurriculars. Trying to beef up my resume for college, you know?” You laugh awkwardly, as you lean against the kitchen counter. In truth, you had been avoiding this apartment since the day Peter had told you about Liz and homecoming.

“Peter is always swamped with the Stark Internship! I swear, I never see that boy anymore…I’m not so sure that I am a fan of that Tony Stark. I think he pushes Pete too far.” May explains in a concerned tone.

“Speaking of, is Pete here?”

“Uh, he should be in his room. I thought I heard him come in the door.” She smiles, “Go a head into his room! I’ll call you kids when dinner is ready.”

“Oh okay, let us know if you need help!” You reply as you turn and walk into Peter’s room. You open the door and find a strange man crawling through Peter’s bedroom window.

The second you opened your mouth to scream, the man’s gloved hand covers your mouth while the other shuts the door swiftly.

“Shh shh, it’s me, Y/N!” the figure hisses, pulling off his mask.

It was Peter. Wait- it was Peter? What the hell?!

“Peter?! What on earth are you wearing?” a nervous giggle escapes your lips as you pull on the crazy costume he was wearing.

“You have to promise me you won’t tell a soul.” Peter whispers, a panicked look in his eye.

“Peter, of course.” You reply, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Okay, the Stark Internship is this. I’m Spider-man, and Tony builds my suits and I help fight crime.”

“Wait- You’re Spider-man?”  

“Yeah, kinda.” Peter laughs, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Wow, that explains so much.” You reply, flopping onto his bunkbed. “So, in Washington…that was you?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“And homecoming-“

“About homecoming.” Peter interrupts. “Look, before we get into this, I want to apologize for homecoming. I was dumb and didn’t realize that I had hurt you so deeply.” He says as he takes your hands in his, his big brown eyes staring into yours.

“Peter, it’s fine-“

“Liz, wasn’t worth the risk of losing you or our friendship. I am so sorry that I am such an idiot that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. I was going to wait to tell you after we had practiced our Spanish presentation, but…whatever. Look, I like you, like a lot, Y/N. And I am so sorry I fucked it all up because I was dumb, and ignorant, and cocky, especially after becoming Spider-man.”

“Peter, it’s okay, it’s all water under the bridge-“

“No. It’s not okay. I hurt my best friend. I was really annoyed with MJ, for weeks, but eventually I realized that I was being a jerk and I’m sorry. I totally get it if you aren’t into me anymore, and if that’s the case please pretend that I never said any of this.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

You stood there dumbfounded. A years-worth of emotions starting to bubble in your chest while Peter’s deep, brown eyes burned holes in your forehead.

“Peter, I like you too.” You smile, the butterflies starting to return in your tummy.

Peter walks forward, closing the gap between the two of you. His hand slowly reaching for your cheek.

He leans down and presses his lips onto yours. Peter’s lips tasted sweet like bubble gum, drawing you in to kiss him deeper.

A soft knock at the door pulled the two of you apart.

“Dinner’s ready!” May’s voice chimes from Peter’s door.

“I’m going to change, I’ll meet you out there?” Peter smiles, tucking a curl behind your ear.

“Sounds like a plan. Better not get too distracted, Parker. We have mucho work to do!” You giggle as you slip out of his room, giving Peter the chance to change in private.

The fiesta that Aunt May prepared was an absolute delight. You could see the joy in her eyes as the three of you giggled over making tacos and trying to name all the types of food that start with the letter T.

Once dinner was over, you and Peter retreated to his room to rehearse your scene from Don Juan. Unfortunately, Peter hadn’t listened to you earlier and got way too distracted.

“I just can’t help it, I’m sorry.” Peter smiles, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

“But we need to practice, Pete!” You giggle, trying to wrestle out of his embrace.

“That just means you will have to come over again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day.” Peter jokes, placing a kiss on your face between words.

“Oh, Peter. What am I going to do with you?” You giggle, caving into his affection and placing a big kiss on his lips.

A/N: I hope you like it! Thank you so much for submitting a prompt! If you would like me to fix or change something, please let me know! :)

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